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hwangsies · 3 years

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SILVER SOLUTION

(part 2 of galvanising green, read part 1 first!)

pairing: slytherin!hyunjin x slytherin!reader

summary: you dont know where you stand with hyunjin after the greenhouse incident, getting grouped together in potions class might give the both of you some clarity.

warnings: swearing, smut as in: heavy petting, some bathtub fun, praise kink i guess, pretty tame and very fluffy

3.6 k words,

enjoy <3

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“class, listen up” your potions professor claps his hands together “today we’re making amortentia upon a special request from ms weasley” he smiles at victoire, who’s standing next to you behind labtable.

Potions is your only class you have together this year so you’re always exited for it, especially cause she excels in almost every class.

“mom told me she only realised that she liked dad through making this in class” she whispers to you as the professor keeps telling the class about the ingredients.

“mhh” you nod, pretending to be interested, but you simply cant be. Not when hyunjin is staring holes into the back of your head.

You turn around slightly just to see him at the table diagonally behind you, propped up with elbows on the table and locking eyes with you.

He clears his throat and straightens up to look over at his partner, james , when you catch him.

You sigh as the professor tells the class to begin, victoire already starting to chop up some rose thorns.

“hey, can you grab the pearldust and measure it?” she rips you out of your thoughts about if you were to harsh to the blonde boy that’s been on your mind for the past week.

“uhh- yea” you mumble, grabbing the little sliver bag that’s labelled as ‘pearl dust’.

“how much of this?” you ask before victoire points at the measurements in the book that’s laying infront of her on the table.

After about 20 minutes of mixing the ingredients you suddenly hear a loud clinging of someone dropping a glass, followed by yelling.

You turn around to see hyunjin and james at each others throats, fellow classmates quickly jumping in to get them off of each other.

“hey!” your professor comes running “this kind of behaviour is not acceptable in my classroom! I forbid it!” he says sternly.

Hyunjin and james breathing heavily as they nod apologetically.

The professor looks around before his eyes land on victoire “ms weasly would you be so kind to switch places with mr hwang?” he asks but you know its more of an order than a request.

“uh-“ your best friend looks over at you before a small grin tugs at her lips “yea of course” she chirps.

Your eyes widen as she leaves you alone, turning back around to your concoction to mix the fluid before hyunjin appears in your peripheral.

“hey” he says in a small voice, you just nod, eyes trained on the liquid that’s slowly gaining a pearly sheen.

“you’re still not gonna talk to me?” he asks, watching the silver liquid in the big pot as well.

“I said everything I had to say” you answer blankly.

“well I didn’t” he rebuttals, at which your eyes jump up diagonally to meet his.

“what did you and james fight about?” you ask, ignoring his statement before.

“that’s private” he says almost immediately after you stop speaking, at which you huff.

“that’s great, hwang. i love talking to you when you get defensive” you say sarcastically, continuously stirring the potion.

He exhales irritatedly “then why do you always bring up stuff that you know I don’t want to talk about?”

“because, shocker hyunjin the world doesn’t revolve around you” you turn to him, gesturing with the hand that isn’t stirring the liquid “also jesus christ how much aftershave did you put on?” you scrunch up your nose.

He furrows his brows at you before scoffing “you’re the one to talk, your perfume is stinking up this place” he shakes his head as he looks away from you.

“excuse me?” you turn to him.

“yea- as soon as I got here all I could freaking sme-“ he stops himself and his expression softens as he looks from the liquid in pot back to your face.

“what?” you ask, still infuriated as you look over to see the silver spiralling steam coming out of the pot, signalling that the amortentia is working.

“wow!” your professor comes over and applauds “that’s looking really good kids!”

You feel the blood rush to your head when you lock eyes with hyunjin again.

“I don’t feel too good professor I need to go to the bathroom” you quickly excuse yourself before storming out of the classroom, not waiting for an answer.

Hyunjin is quick to tell him that he’ll go check on you before running after you.

“y/n” he yells down the hall “can you stop running away from me? its getting old” he pants as he catches up with you.

“I never told you to follow me” you snap back, not stopping “leave me alone”

“no” he grabs your wrist to stop you, looking into your eyes when he succeeds “I like you, a lot”

“and I know that you like me back” his eyes are soft when he looks into yours.

“so for as long as you smell my aftershave and I smell your perfume in the amortentia I will run after you” you swallow when he closes in on your personal space.

“it doesn’t matter what I smell because I don’t know if i can trust you” you say quietly.

“I understand, but what can I do to change that?” he asks seriously, you shrug your shoulders.

Hyunjin gnaws at his lower lip, sliding his hand down your wrist to enclose your smaller hand in his.

“how about I can be your boyfriend for like 2 weeks, as a test run” you chuckle and shake your head.

“no-no listen” he pleads.

“yea- okay” you signal him to keep going.

“and if you don’t want me after that we’ll just stop, no pressure no anything, we don’t even have to tell people” he proposes.

“you don’t want to tell people because you don’t want other girls to know?” you ask teasingly.

“I- no-“ he sighs when he sees your grin.

At the same moment the door to the classroom open and the whole class comes out for their lunch break.

Hyunjin looks at you before looking back at them.

“what?” you ask, but he doesn’t answer you.

“hey!” he shouts at the fellow students including james and victoire “I like her!” he points at you.

“oh my god” you whisper, burying your face in your hand embarrassedly.

“a lot!!” he continues before looking down at you “she’s smart and funny and not to mention incredibly beautiful”

“get a room” someone yells before the students laugh and move past the two of you.

“I don’t care about other girls” he turns to you again “please?”

You inhale deeply before nodding “okay”

His pretty lips form into a big smile as his hands find your waist over your cloak.

“so does that mean I’m your boyfriend now?” he pulls you closer to his body, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes turning into crescents.

“14 days test trial boyfriend, sure” you grin back as he slowly leans down.

“but” you say, making him stop his actions “you’ll need to earn the first kiss as my boyfriend” you softly tap your index finger against his lips.

He groans playfully and buries his face into your neck “okay” he mumbles “whatever you want” he presses a kiss to your cheek as you grin victoriously.

"are you ever going to tell me why you and james fought in class two days ago?"

"It's not that serious" hyunjin shakes his head, not looking up from the notes on his lap.

"okay" you hum, pushing you hair back when a breeze of wind rushes through hagrids pumpkin field.

You observe the tall blond boy sitting on one of the huge pumpkins next to the one you're sitting on.

"did it possibly have to do with the big griffyndor vs slytherin quidditch match coming up?" you absently tap your feather against the tough skin of the pumpkin.

He sighs, looking up at you "yea"

"Scouts are coming and seekers aren't needed as much as other players, you know, since there's only one in each team" he runs a hand through his hair.

"so we know only one of us could possibly get scouted" you lock eyes.

"you dont know that" you try cheering him up "what if they think the both of you are amazing?"

Hyunjin chuckles "that's sweet of you but even if they did, they'd probably pick james because of his name"

You frown.

"Not that he isnt talented or anything but, you know" he shrugs.

"no, baby dont think like that. I've seen you play, you're amazing, anyone with eyes sees that" hyunjins eyes crinkle up as his pretty lips stretch into a smile.

He pushes himself off of his pumpkin to lean against yours.

"you just called me baby for the first time" he tilts up his chin, locking eyes with you.

"thats the only thing you took from my emotional speech just now?" you snicker, leaning down to boop his nose with yours.

"wanna kiss you so bad right now" hyunjin mumbles, biting his lower lip.

"hmm" you hum "not yet"

"Hey kids, listen i'm all for young love but please not on my pumpkins" hagrid shouts from his window.

"shit" hyunjin laughs.

"sorry hagrid"

"you came" hyunjin beams at you, gracefully landing on his feet next to you on one of the high tribunes.

"you asked me to" you tilt your head, as he steps closer.

"yea but it's only a practice game so-"

"i'm still gonna support my boyfriend" you grin, getting on your toes a little to kiss his cheek.

He blushes a little, his cheeks matching the faint redness of his nose, which you attribute to the cold weather; you swear it's the cutest thing he's ever done.

"are you blushing" tease him, cradling his cheeks in your hands.

"am not" he huffs sarcastically at which you giggle and press another kiss to his cheek.

"ay hwang! we dont have all day" a male voice calls for your boyfriend.

He looks back briefly to nod at his teammate .

"come with me after practice? i wanna show you something" he requests.

"yea, okay" you smile.

"okay, have fun watchig, babe" he drops a kiss to your cheek before turning his back to you.

"wait" you hold his arm "you forgot something"

"what?" hyunjin frowns.

"this" you place your hands on his cheeks once more and pull him flush to yourself, slotting your lips against his.

You hear his broom hitting the ground, a second later his hands encase your waist, pulling you closer.

The faint sound of hyunjins teammates hollering is the last thing you hear before his tongue prods at the seam of your lips.

The blood rushing to your ears keeps you from hearing anything but your tongues chasing each other.

You only seperate from each other when a high pitched whistle fills the air.

"fuck" he breathes, grinning before dropping a last kiss to your lips.

"continue this later?" youbite your lip as he picks up his broom.

"definetely" he winks before pushing himself off the ground to meet his teammates hovering in the middle of the field.

"that was so hot" you jump at victoires voice.

"what the fuck" you hold your chest as you turn around to see your bestfriend take a seat on the tribunes.

"how much did you see?" you adjust your green-white scarf as you sit down next to her.

"enough babe, that was a sexy girl move" she fiddles at you scarf as well.

You laugh "yea?"

"hell yea, look" she points up at hyunjin, where him and his teammates are still talking, one of them pushing hyunjins shoulder playfully.

"they are totally jealous of him" she squeals "and i'm totally jealous of you" she squints her green eyes teasingly.

“i can’t believe they let you use the prefects bathroom” you awe as you look around the spacious room with high walls and windows, where he had taken you after practice.

"one of the perks when you're the star of the slytherin quidditch team" hyunjin grins, dropping his slytherin coat to the ground.

He walks over to the gigantic bathtub and turns on the water, glancing over at you.

"luke warm or hot?" his hand rests on the tab.

"huh?" your head snaps over at him.

He chuckles "the bathwater"

"oh, uh hot" you nod.

"fitting" hyunjin grins, mumbling.

"Hm?" you lock eyes as you take off your coat and mimick hyunjin in dropping it to the ground.

"nothing" he giggles, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"take it off" he whispers against your lips, his fingers tugging at your shirt.

You comply and get rid of your clothes.

"Ooh" you sound as you step inside the big tub thats filled to the brim with bubbles.

"good?" hyunjin asks as he takes your hand to help you inside, he himself already sat down.

"great" you close your eyes as his arms envelope you from behind, leaning back against his chest.

“so what’d you think of seeing me play?” he whispers after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“fishing for compliments are we?” you joke.

“ha ha” he murmurs against your neck, making goosebumps spread over your legs which doesn’t go unnoticed by him when his hand runs up your thigh.

“feels nice?” hyunjin runs his nose against the shell of your ear.

“hmh” you nod, closing your eyes when you feel his lips on his neck, tongue darting out to taste your skin.

“this?” he whispers, one of his large hands palming your breast, pinching your nipple as the other hand softly travels over your mound.

You open your eyes “hyunjin”

“hm?” he continues to kiss at your neck.

“wait a second, please” you say, moving from your spot from between his legs.

“whats going on?” hyunjin asks concernedly, reaching for your arm, urging you to stradde him.

“I just feel like I have to tell you this” you say, playing with his hair at the back of his head.

“what are you so nervous about baby” he huffs, smiling when you shake your head.

“I- I don’t know” you sigh, his hands soothing up your back.

“I” you exhale shakily “I’m a virgin”

“huh?” he blinks, his eyes threatening to pop out of his skull.

“I mean I- I didn’t know” he runs his hands down your arms to take your hands in his “but I really don’t care if that’s what you were scared of”

“well, kind of” you grow a little smaller out of embarrassment.

“hey” he chuckles, pulling you a little higher on his lap “you didn’t actually think I’d laugh at you or something, did you?” he gets more serious.

“I don’t know, you always called me ‘miss goody shoes’” you mumble, pushing some hair behind his ear.

“baby I was joking” he cups your face “you know just like little boys who pull the little girls pigtails because that’s the only way they know how to get their attention”

You scoff “you never actually pulled on my hair though”

“yea, cause I don’t know if you’re into that yet” he quips, your jaw going slack.

“you little sh-“ you slap his shoulder, the water sloshing and some bubbles flying into the air as hyunjins laughter fills the room.

“I’m kidding” he laughs, catching your hand in his.

“I’m kidding” he whispers again when leaning in to press his lips to yours.

“you are my good girl though” he whispers against your lips, your heart stuttering at his words and your core clenching.

He bites his lip as if he knows what effect he has on you, you part your lips to say something but instead of words coming out, a little whimper tumbles from your lips.

“cute” he giggles before slotting his lips against yours, a groan tearing from his throat when you suck at his lower lip.

His arms circling your waist to pull your chest flush against his warm one, a groan tears from his throat when you suck on his lower lip.

You loop your arms around his neck and angle your head to deepen the kiss, gasping a little when you feel his erection poke against you pubic bone.

“sorry” he smiles coyly, reaching down to adjust himself.

“don’t worry I don’t want to wait forever, you know i-“ you explain.

“hey, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, we’ll do whatever you want, I lo-“ he cuts himself off.

“you?” you repeat after him questioningly.

“I” he laughs “shit, uhm” his fingers draw circles on the skin of your hips.

"I've had a crush on you for like half a year now" he chuckles.

"huh?" you lock eyes.

"yea" he grins "remember when that one ravenclaw asshole called you a muggleblood and you let him have it six ways from sunday?" you giggle as you remember the incident.

"I got detention for that" you smile at him.

"yea but only because you turned his nose into a rhinos horn" he laughs with you.

“anyways, that’s when I was like… damn she’s cool as hell” he recalls, tucking a wet strand of your hair behind your hear.

“why did you never talk to me?” you ask, running your finger over his toned chest.

“I wanted to but you always seemed to avoid me and I didn’t want to annoy you” hyunjin closes his eyes, feigning regret.

“I had a crush on you so I was scared to be around you” you confess “but to be fair every girl in this grade has a crush on you” you roll your eyes playfully.

“well you’re the one in this bathtub with me right now” he grins, leaning forward to place a kiss on your collarbone.

You hum “yea I am”, when hyunjin licks at the base of your throat before gently sucking at the soft skin.

“wanna turn around again?” he cocks up one of his eyebrows.

“why?” you grin “so you can feel me up better?”

“exactly” he kisses your lips before you comply to his wish.

You lie your head back against his shoulder as he presses kisses to your temple, lifting one of your hands to caress the side of his face.

“how are these bubbles not dissolving?” you think out loud.

“magic” hyunjin whispers, kissing the skin under your ear.

You giggle when his hands move down your sides.

“can I touch you?” he asks quietly, kissing the slope of your neck.

“please” you mewl.

“you’re so perfect baby” hyunjin says, palming both of your breasts before moving one hand in between your legs, which you instinctively spread for him.

You can feel an amused puff of air against your neck “see? you are my good little girl”

Your stomach tightens in arousal when he brushes two fingers through your folds.

“aren’t you?” he mumbles against your skin after sucking a bruise onto your neck.

“yes” you moan when he draws circles over your clit.

“hyunjin” you whimper, the warmth in your core spreading into your limbs.

“I’ll make you feel good, baby” he rasps, his fingers picking up the pace.

You grab onto his bicep as you throw your head back, pleasure booming behind your lid as hyunjin suckles on your earlobe.

“fuck” you cry out.

“that’s it baby” he urges you on, rubbing at your sanity as you try not to fall into him completely.

“I’m close” you mutter, bucking your hips up to meet the friction of his fingers.

“come for me, babygirl” he whispers “I got you baby”

The knot in your stomach snaps and spikes of pleasure flood through your system as high pitched moans tear from your throat.

Hyunjin slows down his fingers when your legs start trembling and you gasp for air.

“good fucking girl” he chuckles, gently rubbing your folds before you hold his hand still, the overstimulation setting in.

“fuck” you groan before he tilts your head up to catch your lips with his.

Humming into the kiss before you break it, hyunjin bites his lip as he grins down at you.

You can feel the blood rushing through your face and quickly bury it in the crook of his neck; his throat vibrating with laughter.

“don’t go shy on me now, pretty girl” he mumbles, fingers dancing over your stomach.

“sorry” you giggle before looking up to kiss him again.

“don’t be sorry, you’re perfect” he kisses you back.

After getting out of the tub first and wrapping a towel around his hips, hyunjin helps you get out and wraps a towel around you and rubbing you dry vigorously.

“baby ow” you laugh and take the towel from him.

“sorry” he giggles, cradling your cheeks in his hands and pressing a wet smooch to your lips.

“eww” you laugh but he holds your face still in his hands “don’t ew your boyfriend”

You smile “apropos boyfriend”

“yea?” he releases your face, pushing some hair out of his face.

“I think I want to upgrade you from test trial boyfriend to real boyfriend” you say sheepishly, looking down.

“only if you’re up for it though, I don’t want you to leave me hanging-“

“yes” he interrupts you “I am up for it, like… super up for it” he steps even closer.

“really?” you ask as you wrap the large towel around your torso.

“yes!” he chuckles, kissing your cheek before moving to the other one before attacking your nose.

“okay! okay” you squeal.

“does that mean you’ll come to the game as my girlfriend and cheer me on and stuff?” he grins, wiggling his brows cutely.

“yes, yes I will” you promise before locking lips again.

a/n: hi there! thank u for being so patient with me! i was rly crammed up with life lol. anyways i feel like this was kinda lack luster, but i intend on writing a thrid part as the finale of a trilogy i guess lol.

so thank you sm for reading if you’ve made it this far, lots of love to you <3

(also unedited so pls dont come for me im tireddd lol)

#this was so bad iowdepfh #but i dont wanna keep yall waiting for so long ah im sorry #im a faliure lolz #stray kids #skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz hogwarts!au #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin #slytherin!hyunjin #hyunjin hogwarts!au #stray kids hogwarts!au #hyunjin fluff #silver solution

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shattered-catalyst · 3 years

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Intro to OCD for the RPC part 1/?

This is a balmy 6 page document on the VERY BASICS of OCD by a person who has had OCD for over 15 years and knows their shit.

If you want to write a character who has OCD this series is going to be a good starting point. If you dont know much about OCD I encourage you to read it so you can be an ally to those of us who have the disorder.

OCD is made into a cultural joke and when there isnt the ‘Obsessive Cat disorder’ bullshit its an angst off with other people and their non-ocd intrusive thoughts. Its different. Do your research and be an ally.

This will cover the very very basics. The next post will look into subtypes of OCD and how those are experienced.

Whomst can write it?

Literally anyone as long as you

● Do so respectfully and not make a mockery of the disorder and the harm it causes in peoples lives

● Dont make OCD the characters single thing or boil them down to it entirely ● Do respect the experiences and opinions of muns who have the disorder if they have concerns about your portrayal.

● Dont milk it for angst - unless you have OCD in which case release some of your angst.

● Dont try and say you know what intrusive thoughts are because they have *insert any other neuro a-typical thing here*

● Dont police how Muns who have OCD choose to portray it. Its our experience not yours. I like to write out my characters OCD as I experience OCD so my experiences are different from other muns. OCD is very diverse in its effects but always ask if you arent sure.

. What isnt OCD?

● Cleanliness or organization- OCD is NEVER an adjective.

● Planning/ Hypervigilance/Organized/Methodical

● Turning light switches on and off, unplugging things (find out more on later time)

● “I have to organize my pencils otherwise it bothers me” “ I have to make sure my mattress is straight” “ my nails have to be the same length” are all typical responses from people WHO DO NOT have OCD.

● Making sure objects are lined up neatly

● Having things go in a particular order like the letters CDO as the joke goes

● Really loving Cats, Corgis, or Christmas; if you own any of these items i urge you to reflect and also send me 10$ (jk but do reflect)

The Barest minimum

Google OCD this will be an advanced version of OCD. This will be long but if you want to be aware of others or want to write the character you will read it.

OCD is made of Obsessions. Triggers. Anxiety, Compulsions/Rituals.

1. Obsessions are the thoughts

2. Triggers are the object/person/image/situation/smell ETC

3. The Anxiety occurs is at uncomfortable levels to the point of panic or anxiety attacks

4. Compulsions or Rituals are performed

*There is a variant of OCD called Pure O. In this individuals have the obsessions triggers and anxiety but there is NO compulsion or ritual. This is still valid OCD.

Obsessions are the precursors to the flawed unwanted and harmful intrusive thoughts:

Im going to use you so you really understand this because its important.If you misunderstand this you are basically encouraging a mental health condition and dont get a sticker for reading this far.

First check out this link as it has ALL the subtypes and examples.

Obsessions can be hidden by the intrusive thought and teasing them out can be difficult to do if you have the disorder because well its a disorder okay thats why. It boils down to ‘i could harm someone’ ‘i could cause harm’ ‘ i may have accidentally harmed ___’ ‘ i may accidentally harm’ etc

This is the flawed powerful belief that predate the Intrusive Thought.

Intrusive thoughts appear in every brain on earth. They are not special or unusual however intrusive thoughts with OCD get stuck in the brain- meaning they stay there no matter what you do. So yes , they are different from intrusive thoughts in other conditions.

The thing about OCD is that it latches on to what you hold dear; it may be you are a caring person and love children and animals- your OCD would give you intrusive violent or sexual thoughts or images. These are horrible to experience. They are not welcome nor appreciated and there is no benefit or positive side to having them.

If say social justice is something you hold dear your ocd may take the form of intrusive thoughts of slurs, jokes, visuals etc. These are horrible to experience and lead to high levels of anxiety and are not positive nor beneficial to have in any way shape or form.

Maybe you would not harm someone or you value others; your OCD may present as graphic intrusive images or thoughts around poisoning, stabbing,accidental..ly murdering (yeah you read that right), hitting, insulting etc someone else

I must emphasize this because it is critical that people understand POCD: for the sake of those of us who have OCD read this until its burned into your brain.

This is the fucked up awful Obsessive thought that you are/were/ or could be sexually attracted to children. This is NOT pedophilia. People kill themselves over this because they are afraid that these intrusive thoughts are true. People isolate themselves and dont have families out of fear of harming a child. People take work in different fields or avoid areas with children out of the absolute terror their obsessive thoughts could be true. This is NOT pedophilia. There is NO attraction present.

Most people who experience POCD intrusive thoughts would rather punch a sharknado than even THINK of hurting a kid in any way shape or form. That is why the OCD does its thing it is like having an abusive brain.

Again for clarity's sake

If you value social justice -> the intrusive thoughts violate social justice stuff

If you value animals -> intrusive thoughts come up with harming animals

If you care about the protection and safety of children -> POCD

Triggers would be the situation, scenario, object, person,creature, context etc that is related to the Obsession. It can be literally anything.

What follows is a hell of a lot of anxiety that can range anywhere from discomfort to full on panic attacks.

Everyone has different intrusive thoughts and everyone experiences different amounts of distress upon being triggered.

● As a side bar. Do not ever try and expose someone to their triggers or write about a character being exposed to their triggers as a way to help ‘cure them’ or ‘expose them’ to ANYTHING. What you are doing is literally taking someone with a mental illness and shoving them into a breakdown and thats a piece of shit move. Exposure therapy does exist and is done by professionals TRAINED in ERP. My parents did this a lot and I am positive I am not alone in that experience.

Compulsions or Rituals: Now you may be saying ‘hey i know what those are’ yeah dude me too and I have had ocd for over 15 years and trained in mental health for 7 and guess what. They teach ya wrong.

Compulsions or ‘rituals’ are any behavior done to alleviate the anxiety from the intrusive thought and trigger object.

This can be as passive as ‘i am leaving the room’ ‘ i am checking my body sensations’ ‘ i am trying SO HARD TO HEAR MY HEARTBEAT’ .

It can also be repeating the same thing over and over. To illustrate this I once mentally chanted the same song lyric line on a 3 hour plane ride because otherwise we were all going to die. I took one for the whole team.

It can be somatic things like counting your heart beats, focusing on your breathing, swallowing, staring and not blinking for so many seconds.

It can be readjusting clothing until the seams fit. It can be checking god yes checking IK its a common trope but it IS a compulsion that has ruined my life and can be as passive as checking my reality or texting for proof my cat is still alive. It can also be checking yourself for assurance you wouldnt do the intrusive thought or that the intrusive thought isnt going to happen.

Compulsions are mentally painful and sometimes physically painful;

● Washing your hands with scalding water for 5+ minutes can lead to horribly dry and cracking skin to down right BURNS.

● If you do the same movement you can mess up joints and ligaments. So if you pray constantly you may have knee issues from standing and kneeling.

● If your compulsion has you doing movement against an object ie say gripping and regripping something you get callouses.

● If you compulsively exercise you may get trapped doing something above a healthy amount or say going from not working out to running a five minute mile and wiping out on a treadmill because your brain demanded it. Totally didnt do that...

● If your compulsions make you rub against any object you can get friction burns and scars.

To put this in perspective 15 years of compulsions have left my hands and finger joints a complete mess, damaged my arm tendons, friction scars on my arms that only now faded, and scars on my legs from doing too much of an activity.

Its not lmao I gotta fix these pencils its real agony and real torture.

In short compulsions and rituals are not fun they are absolutely not logical, and we know they are not logical but we are forced to do them. Thats why its a disorder.

OCD disrupts relationships with social components such as ;

Obsessively checking in with partner/friend if things are ‘okay’ (this feels horrible to do too fyi like you KNOW things are fine but you cant NOT because the anxiety is SO BAD),

Relationship OCD is a WHOLE category itself! this ties into sexuality OCD where your obsessive thoughts prey on your sexuality (regardless of your orientation), your relationship, cheating or being disloyal etc.

OCD causes significant withdrawal from others, fears of being a monster, intense guilt over intrusive thoughts, disgust with yourself over the intrusive thoughts sometimes leading to self punishment.

OCD leads to strange behavior which more often than not leads to bullying and ostracization. To exemplify this I have an intrusive thought that I have stolen something when I am inside stores, my check-check-check-check-check-recheck! of my pockets gets me store security called so often its criminal.

OCD limits activities that may expose them to triggers or influenced by intrusive thoughts ie: not being able to take the train to work or only getting off at bus stops with even numbers.

OCD impacts where they spend time, who they associate with, what jobs they take or even if they have a family or not

OCD leads to overwhelming feelings of guilt, shame, and fear over having intrusive thoughts or images that they experience which causes them to socially isolate or have difficulty in social situations.

OCD leads to Hyperfixation: like a lot of other things but thankfully it is just hyperfixation and not different from other diagnoses.

OCD leads to rigidity or structured routines: I have listened to the same CD in my car for 5 years now. Every single day. 5 Years.And Im not okay with that.

OCD impacts standards we hold ourselves to and others: its like regular perfectionism but like add on 5 extra layers of anxiety!

OCD according to NIMH statistics

1.2% Occurrence among US adults

2.3% Lifetime Prevalence among US adults

34.8% Of Adults who have OCD suffer moderate impairment to daily functioning 50.6% of Adults who have OCD suffer serious impairment to daily functioning

OCD has strong co-morbidity with the following:

Tourettes Syndrome- is a genetic friend of OCD and if you have tourettes or OCD your chances of having someone else in the family is high

ADHD

Autism

GAD

Eating Disorders

Depression - this is a big one along with low self esteem because of the intrusive thoughts

Writers like to make jokes about characters “being OCD” well now they have clinical OCD and you should consider fleshing out your character with this information just as you would any other disorder.

Batman (DC)

Riddler (?)(DC)

Domino (Marvel)

Cyclops (Marvel)

#this took a lot of emotional energy and i am now terrified

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littlebigafterdark · 3 years

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I'm feeling in a particular mood for some more Logan stuff, (totally not my comfort character who unfortunately is a medium for a lot of angst /s) so maybe the almost-relapse?

the littles accidentally trigger logan's ED (janus and patton help him thru it)

This is a copy pastd from a really long message i sent to liv a few weeks ago, just in case the grammar is weird or somethin!

oOo

context: whenever roman is a brat and refuses to eat dinner, logan gets noticeably more frustrated than with any other bratty behaviour because it hits too close to home to his eating disorder

so...

one day when patton is out somewhere, maybe at his carpentry class ((thats actually slightly spoilers for a big concept for the main blog lol)), logan has both the littles

and roman is bratty and refuses to eat dinner and logan breathes evenly and tries not to worry abt it bc he KNOWS roman always eats, hes just doing it to be annoying, breathe, he isnt actually restricting its ok

and logan was literally holding the baby fork up to vees mouth and suddenly she giggles and pushes it away

"come on baby, yummy time" logan coos and smiles a little but he doesnt feel it, and with his other hand he tickles lightly under vees chin and she giggles and logan smiles and goes to feed her again

but she pushes the fork away and babbles "mo bima!"

and roman laughs "yeah, no dinner! no dinner!" and bounces

and logan is feeling rlly shaky and hot suddenly and swallows thickly and ignores roman, and keeps looking at vee "princess, please open up," trying not to pay attention to how shaky his voice is. "its papa's spaghetti remember? yummy" he nods enthusiastically and goes to feed her again

but again vee just giggles all squeaky and pushes the fork away and looks at roman with a big smile for his approval. and roman is like "yeah vee! rebellion!!!" still so playful

but he hasnt noticed logans chest is heaving a little and hes staring at where vee pushed the fork away and logan was too shaky not to drop it on the floor.

and he looks up at vee and how small she is and how shes genuinely on the lower end of average weight and they need to make sure she doesnt dip down into underweight and thinks about how terrified he is of the idea that if she did develop an ED like he did it would be so dangerous and he cant see his baby go through that and-

it just hits him so so so harshly and hes suddenly crying and roman and vee freeze and look at him. and he hurriedly wipes away his tears and breathes shakily and tries to say again

"vee pl-please just ea--" and his throat closes up, he cant even say the word 'eat' and he gags on his tears and jumps up from his chair to run out to the downstairs bathroom and locks himself in trying to calm down and stop gagging.

and he can hear vee crying and roman - adult now - promising her its okay, mama feels a bit sicky but everythings okay, lets phone nana, its ok baby

and logan is breathing too fast and shaking and crying with his back against the bathroom door, not gagging anymore, but unable to take himself outside

. he hears roman feeding vee, and vee giggling and clearly enjoying the food, but no matter how comforting that is to hear he cant get over that genuine terror he felt when vee refused to eat, its his worst nightmare for vee to develop disordered eating - for any of them, but vee is already very thin and it could be critical, and logan cant get over that

when janus arrives (barely ten minutes later, he must have jumped in the car straight away which is only used for emergencies bc of janus' partial blindness) he speaks quietly to roman, and of course theyre trying to be subtle

but the kitchen is only across the hall from the bathroom and logan hears every word of roman explaining what happened and how confusing it was and how patton wont be home for another forty five minutes and roman didnt want either vee or logan to be alone but they probably shouldnt be around each other right now since vee gets so upset when the others arent happy

roman tries to talk to logan first through the bathroom door, apologising for misbehaving and promising he wont do that again. but can logan tell him what exactly was so bad about it this time? so roman can not do whatever it is in future.

but logan cant bring himself to say anything. he cant tell roman about this at least not yet he hasnt felt ready yet even if its been years and he doesnt know if he ever will be ready to tell roman about his ED

so after realising logan wont talk to him, roman swaps with janus. janus doesnt know the details but he knows theres something about logan and eating and hes made an educated guess from all the fibs hes heard over the years.

"hey, dic" (janus' unsavoury nickname for logan that he insists is just short for dictionary) "do you need a glass of water?"

logans throat is actually dry from hyperventilating and he says with a quiet scratchy voice through the door "yes please"

and when janus brings it to the door he just knocks gently and when logan opens the door to accept it janus doesnt make any comment on logans messy hair where hes run his hand through it or on his glassy red rimmed eyes or on the tremble of his fingers. but he does say "i know it must be so cozy in there" he nods to the cramped cold bathroom "but you might just prefer it in your room"

logan flushes a little and nods, comes out of the bathroom and heads to the stairs, but he pauses at the bottom of the stairs thinking... he doesnt know if he can be trusted alone upstairs. theres another bathroom up there and the gagging has made his stomach churn and he feels FULL from dinner and if only he emptied it then maybe he would feel better right? .... no

so he rasps without turning back to janus "i... i cant be alone"

"look behind you, idiot" janus says and its far closer than logan remembered him being.

he whips his head round to see janus was following closely behind him. janus raises a pierced eyebrow "well, are we going to stand in the stairway all night?" and of course its snarky but its soft too

so logan breathes deeply and they go upstairs to his room. janus makes himself at home, immediately grabbing a book from logans book case and collapsing sideways in logans armchair as soon as they stepped in the room. logan reclines on his bed and sips his water and does breathing exercises and tries to not feel humiliated about this breakdown

every time logan tries to apologise for disturbing janus' evening (he didnt) or asks if janus is sure roman is grownup enough to look after vee appropriately (he is) or insists that he is okay to be left alone now (he's not) janus just murmurs "shut up im reading"

when patton gets back roman just tells him logan isnt feeling good and patton hurries up to see him - and upon seeing his husband logan is overcome by shame that he almost relapsed and relief that his best friend is here and a wave of tears that he tries and fails to blink away

and janus just quietly bids them good night and promises he'll stay a couple hours to keep roman and vee company, but patton insists he stays the night in pattons room (its not safe for him to drive in thr dark) and janus is used to this routine by now that he knows where the spare pillows are

so janus leaves quietly and logan croaks "thanks, old man" trying to sound casual but regretting it when his voice shakes. janus just holds up a peace sign and closes logans door behind him on the way out.

as soon as the door closes logans face crumples and he hides his eyes behind his arm and patton practically bounds over to logan and climbs onto bed next to him and cradles logans head to his shoulder as he cries

they stay like that, cuddling in bed, patton cradling logans head and kissing the nape of his neck and wrapping his arm around logans waist to spoon him and whisper about what happened and how they can avoid it in future

but mainly they just breathe and cry together and patton fills the hours with soft affirmations of love and getting logan a tea and promising its okay if logan wants a cookie with it but logan says maybe later (later turns out to be 2:30 in the morning but at least it really was later)

they barely sleep that night but its all comfort and talking and by morning despite being exhausted, logan feels safer and breakfast goes by without a hitch

oOo

just some notes me and liv made that i think highlights some main points:

logan struggling so much even when he knows that the kids are just playing around and they don't really mean that they don't want to eat, but it's just one of those things that inevitably hits too close to home

it just suddenly hit him! like any other day he can cope with roman doing that, its a small blip usually, but the fact that VEE started refusing food freaked logan out so much bc they genuinely have to keep an eye on her weight just bc shes naturally so small

his emotions about his history with an ED plus his overprotective mama cg space making him nearly go into a panic attack from the thought that vee could develop an ED is very sad and very true

and janus coming right away!! and he and roman handle the siatuation so well, like roman was so smart knowing not to leave logan alone, and janus calling him dic and taking him to his room and staying there until patton gets back

and him crying from just seeing patton because he's his best friend and he can be vulnerable around him is very :'c <3

hes so so relieved to see patton but theres also the slightests "ive let my husband down" bc he thinks bc patton helped him so much he owes it to patton to not relapse - but of course pat reassures him its natural to relapse but he didnt! he caught it in the early stages and asked for help and patton is never disappointed in him

he caught it!!! he caught it and he stopped himself and he let himself be helped by both roman and janus and patton and he didn't even relapse!! and this whole thing is really a sign of how far he's come that he was able to accept their help in his vulnerable state, even if roman and janus didn't have the full story, they still wanted to help him through whatever he was experiencing

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dayasbun · 5 years

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Fame - Angus Cloud (6)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn’t have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 {reading now}

“Okay! So all we’re doing today is the makeout scene, sound good?”

You and Angus nodded, both sitting on the poster bed with cameras surrounding you.

“What did I do?” He muttered to you for the tenth time that afternoon, and just like the other nine times, you didn't respond. Just hours before, Z had properly informed you of Angus’s secret girlfriend, someone he clearly had a thing with-but made sure to tell you nothing of.

THAT MORNING...

“Z!” You rushed over to her, your eyes wide as Storm came up beside you two.

“You have to film in an hour don’t you?” Zendaya questioned, quickly pulling out her phone. You nodded giving Storm a quick smile.

“Yeah, and you already know what I have to film-”

“Mmmmm right, you gotta make out with Angus, trust me we know. Everybodys talking about it, they won’t let us on set to watch y’all though, we tried.”

“I can’t stand you two,” You laughed shaking your head “Anyway, you know why I’m here. What you find out about Angus? That you texted me about last night? And make it quick, I gotta go to hair and makeup in a bit.”

“I’m debating if we should tell you before or after you film your scenes…”

“You basically already told her Ms. Blabbermouth, so just tell her the full thing.” Storm said to Z with a shrug.

“I am not a blabbermouth! I think its just right that she knows!”

“Then tell me Daya, come on!”

“Okay, okay. So my social media is set up so that when someone is following me I can see who follows them that I also follow without even clicking on- this doesn’t make sense, anyway! This girl followed me and the only person following her that I also follow was Angus. I didn’t think much of it, shes public so I wanted to check out her pictures cuz I was bored. She doesn’t have that many followers, but this girl is hot. Like I’m not even gay and she’s fine as hell, that’s why I was going through her pictures because she was just so gorg-”

“She’s pretty, I get it, can we move on?”

“Oh- Sorry. So yeah, I’m scrolling and I get to this picture of her on some man’s lap right? You cant see his face or anything, and there’s no tag. This was posted last month by the way. So there’s no tag or caption, but guess who commented?!”

“Wild guess, Angus?”

“Exactly! And guess what he said?”

“I don’t have time or patience for guessing right now-”

“He commented- and I quote, ‘Baby I miss you, sit on my lap again’ with those nasty thirst trap emojis! So I’m like wait a minute! And I’m going through her pictures now for a whole other reason. I find out they been dating since 2017 and she has a million pictures with him on her page all booed up but get a load of this- she literally never tags him. She always tags this other guy named Steve.”

You let out a huff and crossed your arms. “That’s fucked up. Real fucked up.”

“Yeah, I kn-”

“But I am not going to let it affect me today. I have to make out with him either way for our scene, so being petty isn’t necessary. I’m going to go on that damn set, and I won’t say a single word to him unless it’s on the fucking script!”

NOW...

“And...action!”

Angus let out a long sigh before jumping into the scene for the seventh time. You could tell it was bothering him why you were suddenly giving him the cold shoulder due to it affecting his performance as being Fez. You wanted to feel bad, but who just decides it’s cute to lead practical double lives? You tried to move the topic out of your mind so you wouldn't feel completely livid again and focused on the scene in front of you.

“Don’t do that girl, you got me fucked up.”

“Don’t do what? This?” You bit your lip and moved closer to him.

“You just tryna get some today ain't you?”

“I've been trying to get some since when I came back last week, Fez. But I’m glad you finally decided to notice.”

“Lemme gives you some then, come ‘ere.”

You got onto his lap wrapping your legs around his waist, just like you had the night before. You looked into his eyes and you felt your heart melt, and at this point, you didn't know if you were in character or if this was just you.

But then you remembered you were most likely the side chick.

Your facial expression hardened a bit, not enough for the cameras to pick it up, but you knew Angus noticed. Before he could ask you what was wrong or what he did for the eleventh time and ruin the scene, you pressed your lips to his and kissed him deep.

“Fuck baby...” he groaned into your mouth, his hands working their way up and under your shirt to cup your breasts. Once his large hands reached them, he gave them a nice squeeze causing your breath to hitch as you bounced a little.

Yeah, sure you were mad at him right now...but you loved that shit.

You grinned a bit wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing him down onto the bed. “You want me Fez?” You moaned out in a breathy tone, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Fuck yeah I want you girl, take this shit off for me.”

As you slowly unclipped your bra, you specifically remembered that at this point in the script he was to say ‘Jess’, not girl. But of course, the one-time {yesterday} you wanted him to say girl he had to say Jes-

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a sudden “Cut!” from the crew. Letting out a breath you got off of Angus’s lap and clipped your bra. “Good stuff guys, we need Daya and Hunter next so if you see ‘em remind them its time for their scenes in about thirty minutes.”

You nodded putting your shirt back on, and trying to rush off of the set before Angus could catch up to you- but you failed.

“Aye,” he said walking by you “What's good?”

You shrugged. “I don’t really know what's good.”

“Why you acting like this, all different and shit. It’s on god starting to weird me out, what's the dealio wit’ you?”

“Just fuck off.”

Angus raised a brow and stopped walking. Thinking you finally had gotten him to leave you alone, you slowly walked to your trailer but ran into Jacob on the way.

“Hey!” You said softly. You hadn't exchanged many words with him over the time you'd been filming, but every time you had, he had been sweet and polite. The run down with Jacob was that he was talented and cute...that's about all you knew.

The conversation between you and Jacob was brief but pure. He asked you some questions about filming and you told him about how much you loved his performance in the show. Soon enough he reached his trailer and you two parted ways, leaving you alone as you walked to yours.

You stayed more focused on your phone that your surroundings, leading to you not realizing that Angus wasn't far behind you. As soon as you stopped walking and leaned against the side of your trailer, you felt someone in front of you. Looking up from your phone your eyes widened, why the fuck was he still here?

“Angus what the fu-”

“So you think you can talk to me like that?”

Suddenly feeling shy, your voice and confidence lowered. “I was playing...”

“And you think you can just flirt with anybody and everybody?”

“What are you-”

“Imma tells you something, so imma need you to listen to me real clear.”

You swallowed and nodded, looking up at him.

“Ion think you know this yet so imma let you know.” He placed his thumb on your cheek. “You mine, got it? Not Jacobs, not anybody fucking elses, mine.”

You almost couldn't believe the words you were hearin-

“Uh, Y/N, you good?” Jacob asked you. Quickly snapping out of it you nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine thanks.” What a hell of an imagination you had. You took a quick glance behind you and saw no one at all. Letting out a sigh you said goodbye to Jacob and walked into your trailer. As soon as you closed the door you heard a ding that was specially set for your male costar.

Angus☁️: come to my trailer. now.

and why should i do that?

Angus☁️: now Y/N im not fuckin around

im busy

Angus☁️: busy my fucking ass im fr

alr but don't expect me to stay.

Angus☁️ read at 1:34 PM

And even though you didn't quite know what was up yet, just from the texts you could tell that Angus was not happy.

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freewithyourtempo · 5 years

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Argue me tender, argue me true (pt. 8)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

Charles was zombing his way across the hall. He felt ashamed and vulnerable, with his guts inside out. He was on edge, waiting mindlessly for anyone to start laughing at his stupidity.

Not that he thought that he would make fun of what had happened…

When he heard someone calling his name, Charles considered ignoring them. He tried to sink in his own shoulders and turned towards the voice. The principal’s secretary was hurrying towards him and waving something shiny in his hand. “Xavier,” he huffed, reprimanding. His forehead was damp and he looked like he had spent the morning rolling up and down the sleeves of his shirt and moving boxes. “Here, keep this.” Something small and cylindric was hastily put in Charles’ hand. It was the key to his collar. “What is-” “Now that it is done, please tell your friend Erik Lehnsherr to reshape the locks of our offices and toilets. Maybe we can’t prove that it was his doing, but we certainly know it was. We are keeping an eye on him. Have a nice day.”

He stomped away leaving Charles gaping in the middle of the corridor. Charles looked down at the key in the center of his palm and closed his fingers around it. “Fuck. Couldn’t you be a bit less. Fuck you, Lehnsherr.” “I thought you were about to do just that.” Charles tiredly hauled his lips in a smile and faced his just arrived friend. “He didn’t like me that much, Moira.” He shrugged with one shoulder. “It happens.” Mora frowned in confusion and adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. “How do you-” “I…” Charles rubbed his arm and looked away. “I may have told him that I liked him when I was drunk after Azazel’s party. He told me it was better if I went away.” Moira blinked and tilted her head. “It’s just… So weird.” She admitted frankly. “Like, really weird.” “How so?” “Have you seen Davis around, lately?” “I don’t even know who he’s supposed to be.” Moira rolled her eyes. “The bag of dicks that pushed you against the wall last week.” “Oh,” Charles said. He remembered that day for a different reason altogether. “What’s up with him?” Moira didn’t even try to hide her pleased, seraphic smile. “He has a black eye and a dislocated jaw. He hasn’t been able to mutter his homophobic and mutantphobic shit since that day.” She folded her arms and raised one suggestive eyebrow. “Does that mean anything to you?”

Charles stammered. “I-It doesn’t mean anything,” he denied. The bruise on Lehnsherr's face was freshly painted in his mind. His heart sunk in his stomach and started hammering there. “Lehnsherr has always advocated for mutants. He would have done the same for anyone.” Evidently. “He beat the shit out of him, Charles. He risked suspension. At best. Probably expulsion.” Moira eyed the key in his hand and stared. “Twice this week, I would say.” Charles shrugged again, because he didn't know what to say to that.

Lehnsherr wasn't interested, had said that much. It was better not to dwell on things that almost were. Charles sighed. Or weren’t, apparently, because it was all in his head. He probably spent too much time in there. Moira huffed. “Do you think I should go thank him for this?” Charles asked, holding the key between his thumb and index. Moira linked their arms. “I really think you should, Charles, if you feel like it.”

Charles heard a commotion, then the door of the classroom swung open and banged against the opposite wall. Someone gasped.

Hank appeared on the threshold, pale and agitated.

“McCoy!” The professor exclaimed. “What on Earth is happening?” “I’m really, really sorry, professor,” Hank answered, and he was so upset that his skin was swinging between blue and white. “But I need Charles. Immediately.” Charles stood up and Hank turned towards him. “It’s about Alex. We’d ask Lehnsherr, but we can’t find him anywhere…” Charles pulled the key out of his back pocket and shoved it in the collar. It clicked open with a mechanical swish, and Charles tossed it on the desk.

Voices arose in his head as he had just turned the volume on. “Where is he?” “Park, behind the cafeteria,” Hank answered. Charles hurried down the stairs and together they ran across the corridor.

Alex was standing in the middle of the park, alone. The grass around him was scorched and greyish, and Charles could smell smoke.

Alex’s shirt was pulsing red in correspondence of his chest.

“Oh, thank you, fuck,” he said when he saw Charles stepping towards him, Hank on his tow. He was shivering from head to toe. “Just knock me out already.” “There’s no need for that, Alex,” Charles said, keeping his voice steady. His throat was tight. “Take it easy.” Alex scoffed angrily, and the red in his chest heightened. He clenched his fists and snarled. “Easy? I was about to explode in the middle of the Cafeteria, Xavier. Fucking explode.”

Charles could feel anger, and frustration, and biting terror howling and scratching at his shields like rabid dogs. Everything was flashing red and white, everything was swirling, his mind was cracking under the blows of panic. But above all else he felt a growing heat right over his stomach, boiling and buzzing, ready to cut through his flesh.

“But you didn't, Alex. You controlled it.” “Barely.” Alex looked away, chest heaving. His muscles were strained in the effort of keeping the energy inside his body. “I can’t do this. I shouldn’t be here. I can’t, why don’t you understand. I just can’t.” “But you do, you can,” Charles replied firmly, and stepped forward. “You have been here for months, don’t let one slip up mess with your head.” “My slip-ups could cost lives!” “Mine too,” Charles said, smiling sadly. “And Erik’s, or Janos’. You deserve to be here, Alex, and you're making wonderful progress every day. People want you here and will help you. I promise.”

The raw dogs had receded now, and while Alex looked him in the eyes, vulnerable and hopeful, Charles could only feel angry birds screeching. Terror was no longer stabbing his shields, but Alex's thoughts had to be directed elsewhere, or they could start collapsing on themselves all over again. “Besides, you can’t go before declaring yourself.” Alex’s mind snapped in surprise, as if kicked out of track. His eyes flashed towards a point behind Charles, where Hank had been fidgeting for the last five minutes.

Hank held his breath loudly.

“You’re such a little shit,” Alex accused Charles, blushing furiously and looking at everything that wasn’t Hank. Charles smirked through a fog of embarrassed excitement. “I never said whom you should declare to, dear. But it has been a long time coming, so...” Alex glared under thick eyebrows, but at least his body had stopped trembling and glowing red. “You’re one to talk,” he huffed and folded his arms. “Clearly you and Lehnsherr still have your heads up your asses.” It was Charles’ turn to gape, but immediately stopped when he saw Alex sneering. “Your sources are unreliable, I’m afraid. There’s nothing between us.” Alex raised an eyebrow. “Says who.” Charles swallowed. “Says he.” “That’s not what--” Alex stopped and lifted his hands in surrender. “Know what. Not my business. Morons. Sexual tension is so thick between you two not even my blasts could cut through it. It’s disgusting.” “Mmh,” came Hank thoughtful voice. “I’ll have to vouch for that.” “Shut up,” Charles grumbled, cheeks flagging hot in embarrassment. “I came here to help, and look at what I have to endure. I don’t deserve this.” “You started it.” “Count to one hundred, and if you’re still not shooting lasers through your nostrils by then, you’re good to go. Undeserving scoundrel.”

This time Charles knocked.

He had this whole speech prepared, schemingly littered with thankfulness and apologies about ill-time confessions, and closed by a joke to lighten up the mood. He felt clear-minded and self-possessed, with steady hands and a firm voice. He raised his mental shields. He swallowed against the heart in his throat. He also felt nauseous, but that was irrelevant, all things considered. He just needed to breathe and stick to the scenario sprawled out in his mind. No interruptions, no blubbering, no undignified ogling…

The door swung open. Lehnsherr was steaming hot. Literally. Fat droplets of water clung to the wet tips of his hair and splashed on his neck to ran down the collar of his shirt, darkening the fabric. The bare skin of his arms and throat glistened and puffed slow swirls of steam. He was barefoot. Charles closed his mouth audibly and irritably. “Oh, fuck me.”

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sinfullytempting · 4 years

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Temptations (Greed)

Its your favorite asshole!! Seonghwa!!

Tag list: @chanberrys @needyateez @marooneclipse @a-revolution-teez @choisanzs if youve reblogged the master list ill assume youd like to be tagged, you can also be asked to be added!

San (Lust 1) / Yeosang (Gluttony 2) / Seonghwa (Greed 3) / Wooyoung (Envy 4) / Filler Chapter (5)

“Sanggie already saw here and thats not fair!”

Seonghwa twitched as he waited for San to open the door, ignoring Wooyoung’s yelling from the phone as he rose a curious brow, waiting for the boy to open the door. “Wooyoung shut up.” Seonghwa ended the call and shoved his phone in his pocket as he leaned closer and knocked on the door harder. “San!”

San growled lowly, wrapping his arms around your waist tighter as he glared at the door. He pulled away. “Finish cooking, please.” The ‘please’ being tacked on as a last minute addition. San stood up straight before walking towards the door and swinging it open.

“Can i come in?” Seonghwa watched San, gold eyes watching red, not stepping foot inside the room. Seonghwa couldnt come in unless he had San’s permission, or you gave him permission. San’s lip curled as he shook his head. “No you cannot.” Seonghwa make be older but San is stronger. “No you can not~” San smiled widely before he saw you come around the corner. “San who is this? Another one of the sins?”

This male was tall, caramel colored hair, sharp gold eyes (those have to be contacts right?) and a cunning smile once he saw you appear, gold eyes lighting up. “Hello~ May i come in?” You frowned. “Of course why wouldnt you be allowed?” His cunning grin turned into a smirk as he pushed past San, automatically bee lining your way and gently holding your hand, kissing the back of it. “You do smell delightful, Thats wonderful.” You blinked, not expecting the boy to appear as quickly as he did, San quietly closing the door.

“Yes, this here, is Greed.” San came around and pulled you away from Seonghwa’s hands, a nasty look being sent towards Seonghwa as San stood behind you. Seonghwa stood up straight, lips pulled into a polite smile.

“Yes, i am greed but my name is Park Seonghwa. Its a pleasure to meet you Y/n.” His smile was tempting in all the wrong ways, but the way San had a hold of you, an arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his side, said he knew what you were thinking. Of course he did thats the first thing he did when you woke up.

“Uh...likewise?” You muttered, a questioning tone. “Uh how did you get here- Wait did you said i smell delightful? Yeosang said the same thing.” Seonghwa’s eyes brightened at the mention of Gluttony’s name. “So youve met Sangie? Ah, indeed, you smell absolutely devine its a shame San got to you first…” A deep rumble next to your chest hold you that San had growled- Wait growled? You fidgeted, noticing the thick tension in the room.

“Uhm...i need to finish cooking…” You squirmed your way from San’s iron hold and escaped into the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath you thought back to the small conversation you had with San. ‘Think hard enough and you can summon him’. You closed your eyes tightly, thinking and imagining the pretty boy infront of you, almost begging for someone sane in the current situation that is happening in your living room.

A familiar presence next to you made you relax, coming face to face with Yeosang. “Oh thank you for showing up.” Yeosang cocked his head to the side, eyes darting to the hallway that led to the two sins. “Sannie...and Hwa are here? Greed and Lust but heads all the time. But you’ve been claimed so it shouldnt be this bad.”

Yeosang glanced at the kitchen then to you. “...is that chicken?” You giggled, nodding and plating the food and guiding Yeosang to a table. “San said you liked chicken.” He giggled and nodded. ‘He’s so cute, like a little brother’ You smiled and turned back to the kitchen only to see Seonghwa and San standing infront of you. “I cant believe it actually worked, you summoned Yeosang…” Seonghwa mumbled. “She’s stronger then you said.” He turned towards San, seeing the smirk on his face. “Thats my angel, so full of purity and innocence, so strong and you dont even know it.” He grinned, San lifting your hand to his lips as he pressed a kiss against your knuckles. “Everytime you do something somewhat sinful you just smell that much better, youre so intoxicating.” He smirked as Seonghwa sat infront of Yeosang.

Shuffling closer to you he pressed his face against your neck, almost groaning. “You smell so good~ Its so worrisome that no one has noticed you til now…” San tensed, head turning towards the door. “You must’ve had a guardian angel, keeping you from us, hiding your scent, dulling it so we cant sense it…” San purred quietly in your ear, eyes scanning the area. “But where is he now? He must have been one of the strongest to be able to dull your scent almost completely.”

You blinked, confused. “If i did...i didnt know…” Seonghwa chuckled. “Of course you didnt know, theyre supposed to stay out of sight, only guard you from death.” You threw a glare toward the sin who merely smirked. “Hush, i didnt know you sins existed til this one introduced himself, quite rudely, this morning. And ive met two others in one day, so you can imagine how tired i am correct?”

He wiggled from San’s hold and placed a plate infront of Seonghwa then one next to Yeosang for San. “Sit down and eat, both of you.”

“She sorta smells like...Felix?” San stopped at Yeosang’s words. “Felix? Like The guardian angel Felix?” Yeosang nodded absentmindedly, chewing on his food. “What happened to Felix for him to leave her side...and how do you know Felix?” Yeosang hummed, swallowing a bite. “Wooyoungie knows one of his mortal friends? Changbin? I think thats his name.”

San hummed quietly, thinking about why Felix could have disappeared from your side. “He’s strong tho, what could have pulled him away like that?” San mumbled, eyes gliding towards you. “You said i could summon Yeosang if i tried hard enough right? And i did, it worked...do you think i could somehow summon Felix?”

“...also i had a guardian angel? Apparently how you’re speaking of him he is...a strong angel?” San scrunched his nose but nodded, not sitting well with the feeling of talking about how to summon an angel, let alone a guardian angel. Especially with Felix being a higher being then just an angel.

“Yes...Felix is a very strong guardian angel. He usually works alone but he has, two other angels he works with and mortal friends for some reason, but they arent important, what is important is, what happened to Felix. Even though hes an angel he was supposed to guard you, and its increasingly frightening the more i think about how he disappeared enough for me to find you and claim you.”

You nodded, backing up on your thoughts. “So? Do you think i could try and summon him?” The three sins turned and looked at you. “You want to try and summon an angel?” Seonghwa spoke, a mocking tone as he spoke. “Let alone a guardian angel? Who you dont even know what he looks like?” You couldnt help but shrink a little bit at his mocking.

“She did summon Yeosang...and we do know someone who knows what Felix looks like, and one who knows someone he works with…” San mumbled, looking around. “But is it a smart idea to search for him? Maybe he doesnt want to be found? But he wouldnt just abandon the person he was sent to protect right?” Yeosang spoke up as he finished his plate, orange eyes locking on you. “But summoning me seemed to drain you, so how about you eat then rest, the rest of us will look for ways to find him, this guardian angel-”

“I think this is a bad idea.” Seonghwa stood up.

“Why would it be a bad idea?”

“Hello? Yeosang? The two strongest sins are going to look for a guardian angel? Does that sound ok?”

You puffed your cheeks as you listened to the duo talk. “What if i want to find him? He should be around right? Do i need to put myself in danger for him to show up?” San blinked at your words. “Love, you smell like me now, i dont know if he’d come to save you. Im pretty sure, if he was still around he wouldnt saved you from me as soon as i appeared. Some low level demon wouldnt smelled Felix on you and bolted...but it was so faint i could barely smell it.” He hummed quietly.

“We can try tomorrow ok? We can talk to someone who knows how to find him.” He sighed. “Since youre so persistent on it.” You smiled and nodded. “Now...can all of you leave so i can clean up and go to sleep…”

“Dont worry about it, ill clean up for you.” Seonghwa stood up, grabbing the plates and walking towards the sink, Yeosang standing up and stretching before nodding. “I’ll leave, thank you for the food Y/n.” You smiled as the pink haired boy nodded, disappearing with orange smoke. You coughed a bit before hesitating to leave with one unknown sin in your kitchen cleaning up. The feeling of an arm around your waist guiding you to your room startled you. “San-”

“Dont worry, he will probably end up cleaning your whole house…” He snickered as he opened your door. “He’s a clean freak.” Seonghwa hissed from inside the kitchen. “Shut up San!”

He chuckled and closed the door behind you both, guiding you to the bed and humming. “Change. Maybe ill sing for you.”

You nodded and grabbed clothes before heading into your bathroom, throwing a glance back at San who grinned at you from the chair at your table. “Go on or ill come in to help you change!” You threw a glare before slamming the door shut behind you, letting San’s laughter seep through the door.

“I hate sins...”

“Dont lie baby you love us!”

“I only tolerate some of you, aka Yeosang!”

#temptations #temptations chapter #written

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skzm7 · 4 years

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MOBEIUS

BEEZLEBUB’S PURPLE KISS

BUBBLED UP TO SCAR

ITCHIN’ WITH SOMEONE’S SIN

FIRED UP IMPLODING FIST

FEELIN’ FEINT K.O.’ED

SCARLET STAMPED CRAZY! KID

USELESS SHADOW BOXING WALL IS NUMB

JAB HOOK UPPERCUT WHO?

THERE’S A HELTER SKELTER IN SKY CITY

COUNTDOWN TIL IT CLICKS KID

YOU GOT A BAD CASE OF

WACKO BONKERS LOOPY!

TEN NINE EIGHT

HEY SEVEN

HEYSIX

WAKE UP FIVE

COME BACK TO EARTH

PUT ON FOUR YOUR

THINKING CAP THREE AND GLOVES

ROUND 2 FIGHT!

WIPE OFF THAT STICK

GET YOUR BOTTLE OF LIGHTNING

THROW IT TO THE GROUND

CRACK IT OPEN

YOU’RE TOO BRILLIANT TO BE KEPT IN

LET THE LIONS ROAR LOOSE

FILL UP THE STADIUM

THE MAN WITHIN

DOESN’T GET OUT YOUR ILL

BOX THE OLD WOUNDS DREAMING

AND GET REAL

FALLOUT OF MEMORIES

ROOTED TO FEELINGS

CHAINSAW! HAHAHA

I‘M YOUR SECOND COMING!

SLIDE ON MY LIPS

ENJOY LIKE MANY

THE GRAND CHESSBOARD

OF EBONY AND IVORY

IT’S IN YOUR NATURE

TO GIVE YOURSELF IN

I THINK YOUR SMILE

HAS TOO MANY TEETH

FOR A SALESMAN

DING DING ROUND

3, MIND IS MESSY

BODY SO ORPHAN THIN

YOU CAN SEE THE HEARTBREAK

THROUGH THE SKIN

I CAN DO THIS SO WHY AM I TRIPPING?

BANANA SLIP HEAD SPLITTING

BRAIN FREEZE NO ICE CREAM

BUSY B’S SHADOW BECKONS ME DIVE IN

I WRITHE I WRESTLE I CAVE IN

I KNOW BETTER BUT I’M TOO BUSY DYING

NO ONE SEES MY HEAD’S PURPLE FIRE

DROWNING UNDER THE SURFACE

THESE CANNOT BE MY LAST WORDS

THESE CANNOT BE MY LAST!?

THIS CANNOT BE MY LAST CHANCE

THIS CANNOT BE MY LAST

GASP!

ENTER YOUR UTOPIA

THROUGH THIS GLASS OF MIND

KALEIDOSCOPE VISUAL

TAKE THE CLOCK WITH YOU

SIT ON MY LAP GOOD BOY!

SANTA’S LIST IS INSTANT HERE

YOU’RE A NEW BORN PHENOMENON

NO CREDIT CARD HISTORY

NO RESPONSIBILITY

NO RISK IN THIS

LABYRINTH OF VISIONARY

I’LL HOLD YOUR HAND

I’LL BE YOUR CANARY

FORGET BEING A VICTIM OF CONSCIENCE

WHEN RELIVING YOUR PAST IS SO

M MM MMM DEEEELICIOUS!

AND YOUR LOVED ONES ON EARTH

DON’T NEED YOU ANYWAY

THIS IS WHERE YOU ALWAYS WIN

HERE’S A SICKLE

PLAY GOLF WITH YOUR ENEMIES HEADS

IT’LL TICKLE

HEY WHERE AM I WHAT THE

HELL AM I DOING?

GOING FOR A BIRDIE

CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?

IN THIS BERMUDA TRIANGLE ZOO

HOURS AND SENSES WHAT DID I DO?

MY COMPASS TURNED INTO A U

DIDN’T REALISE I WAS SO BAD

MAD REVENGE NEVER ENDS

NOW I GOT A CLUE HOW IT STARTED

BECAUSE YOU WERE A COWARD

AND YOU DIDN’T HAVE A CHOICE

HERE YOU HAVE A VOICE

NO! YOU’RE THE PLACEBO EFFECT GONE WRONG

THOUGHT IT WAS WORKING WHEN IT’S BROKE

DIAMOND MIND REFLECT IN STEAD OF WOKE

BECAUSE YOU’RE SICK

AND THIS IS YOUR SONG

WHAT’S THE POINT PLAYING

IF YOU CAN NEVER LOSE A GAME

TIME’S UP WHERE’S THE GONG

YOUR AUCTION IS UP AND

BONG! YOU’RE SOLD

I GOT SO DARK I FORGOT THE SUN

BECAUSE THE NIGHT IS MORE FUN

WHERE’S THE ALARM WHERE’S THE PINCH?

RING RING! IT’S GROUNDHOG DAY BITCH!

ROUND 4 SAW THE PEN AS MIGHTIER

BUT WHAT’S THE POINT OF WORDS

WHEN MONSTERS ONLY HEAR

THE POINT OF THE SWORD

I DECLARE WAR!

LIFT EXCALIBER FROM THE STONE

RECLAIM THE THRONE

IT’S MY RIGHT TO OWN

START A QUEST TO SLAY AND SLICE

THESE SNAKES HISS IN MY HAIR AND DICE

I’VE PAID THE PRICE MEDUSA VANITY

LET’S DESTROY THIS PLACE

WITH DYNAMITE SANITY

DOES YOUR MIND SWIM IN PURPLE FIRE HM?!

MY BURNING EFFIGY?

WRITHING AGONY

WINDOW SHOPPING WAYS TO VICTORY

LAY IN BED CONTINUE THE LIE

WITH NARCISSISTIC OCD

PARANOID ANDRIOD DELUSION DEFICIENCY

SHOOORYUUUUKEN!

GETTING DESPERATE ARE WE?

COULD I INTEREST YOU IN AN ALTER EGO?

OR ARE YOU ALREADY FULL OF YOURSELVES MY DEAR?

WELL YOU’RE HARD TO IGNORE

FLIPSIDE OF THE COIN

YOU’RE THE PASSENGER

I GOT THE RADIO

SEE I REMEMBER

BEING DEALT A BAD HAND

FROM THE REALER

MADE ME LEAVE THE TABLE

BECAME MY OWN DEALER

BUT ALL I KNEW WAS THE BAD HAND

KEPT ON PLAYING WONDERLAND

DOUBLED DOWN ON WHAT IF’S

INSTEAD OF I WILL

CLIMB OUTTA THE RABBIT HOLE

BRACE YOURSELF BUSY B

THIS MIGHT HURT A LITTLE

YOU’RE GONNA NEED A PLASTER

‘CAUSE I’M WELDING PETER VENKMAN’S GHOSTBUSTER ZAPPER

YAWN I’M CROSSING THE STREAMS

PAWN TO TURN INTO A KING

ROUND 5

BLACK ALWAYS LAUGH’S LAST

BECAUSE WHITE MOVES FIRST

TO FALL INTO THE TRAP

TIPPY TOES TO THIS BUZZ

FADE YOU HYPNOTIC TO WHO AM I? FUZZ

SEND YOU FIRST CLASS TO WHERE ICE BURNS

WORSE BEFORE I GET BETTER

WHERE HEAVY IS THE HOLLOW

WHERE AGONYS END’S

IMPOSSIBLE TO FOLLOW

WHERE SOULS ARE SPLIT TO LICK

SWEET SICK TO SWALLOW

WEAKER BEFORE I GET STRONGER

ABORT THE PLAN

REWIND ESCAPE ATTEMPTS

MICE OF MAN

HEY THE TRAP IS LOOSE BUT

I WILL WIN

CIRCUMSTANCE SNIP! OOPS SORRY!

CIRCUMCISION MISSED THE CUT

BALLS GOT LOST WITH THE MARBLES

KERPLUNK!

I WILL SWIM

SIX DRINKS DEEP

WALKING AUTOPSY TURVY

IMPRESS AN INVISIBLE AUDIENCE

AND LOOK AT ME! TROPHY

I WILL MAKE SENSE

I WILL BECOME KING

YOUR BODY’S OUT OF ORDER

TAKE THE STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

FIND AIZEN AT THE DOOR

TAKE A TEARS HINT YOU’RE GOING DOWN

WHERE NEVER IS THE FLOOR

THIS IS EASY PULL OUT THE STITCH

I CAN BAMBOOZLE YOU SO MUCH

I’M INSIDE OUT LETS SWITCH

JUPITER CAN YOU SEE THE SPOT I’M IN?

I’VE BEEN UP AND DOWN

WITH CHOICE AND REASON

NOTICE PICKING NOTHING

NEVER BEEN IN SEASON

FASHION DISASTER

THIS MAN WENT MISSING IN ACTION

SAVE THE MILK CARTON

TAKE YOUR PSYCHO STAMP AND COLLAR

I’LL GET US HELP KISS IT BETTER

MAKE US SOUND

THIS YO-YO SOUL’S TURNED THE TABLES A

ROUND! 6 I’M ALWAYS BESIDE

A PART OF PERSONALITY

MOBEIUS SHYS

UNTIL IT MADE ME

MEMORY WITH A TWIST OF FANTASY

SOON GAVE ME A VOICE OF MALICE

NOW IT’S MY TURN TO EAT WONDERLAND’S ALICE

AND WITH PURPLE STAINED LIPS MWAH!

PIERCE THIS PSYCHIC PLACE RAW

SHOUT HALLEYUYAH AND A REST IN PEACE

SO PRINCE BEEZLEBUB CAN RISE TO THE SEAT

ALL THE WOMEN I WANT TO KISS

ALL THE MEN I WANT TO KICK

THIS WORLD I WANT TO RULE

I’M THE ONE WHOS GONA LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER FUCK

YOUUUAAAYOURRRCANTRRDOGGTHISHHHWITHHHHOUTHHMYAASAYSO!

ROUND 7!!!

THISISMYSCREAMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

I’LL BE MY OWN HERO

LET ME LIVE GET MY SOUL SURE

FIND A GOOD HAND

TO RAISE ME UP

MAKE A STAND

BE WHOLE ONCE MORE

SPEAK THE TRUE

BREAK MOBEIUS’ ILLUSION

DOUBT WHAT NO ONE ELSE SENSES - FAITH IN ABILITY

WHEN THEY SWAP SEATS ON BELIEFS SEESAW

YOU’LL KICK YOUR OWN ASS

AND STROKE YOUR ELBOW

RECREATING EVENTS LOST MY

MEMORYS LOGIC OF WHAT’S NEXT

MOVE FORWARD OR BE

STUCK IN THE MUD WITH YOUR INVISIBLE FRIEND?

THINK I FOUND MY HAPPY THOUGHT

HEY PIXIE I CAUGHT MY SHADOW

SORRY I SPLIT LICKEDY LET’S GO

BUSY B AIN’T GOING DOWN EASY

BORN A FIGHTER FROM CHAOS FIRE

ORIGINAL PRIMORDAL METAPHYSICAL DESIRE

RESISTANCE IS FUTILE KID JUST RETIRE

THIS IS MY POWER THIS IS MY HOUR

TO TAKE BACK WHO I AM

AND GET OUTTA L.A.’S TRAFFIC JAM

DISCOVERY IS THE WISH OF THE SOUL

ROAD RAGE BREAK OUT INEVITABLE

NO ONE CAN SOLVE THIS ALONE

IF YOU ARE YOUR OWN PROBLEM

I’M THE MYSTERIOUS WAY

CAVE TO MY SAY

IN HERE I’M KING

I’M THE PURPOSE

YOU’RE THE HORSE

YOU SERVE ME

LOOK UP AS YOU

BOW BEFORE BUB

RATHER TAKE ON THE WORLD

BRAVE DON’T FEAR THE GRAVE

FACE THE MUSIC

FACE THE ENEMY

ANSWER’S ALREADY HERE

SEEING GHOULS OF DEMISE

OR ANGELS IN DISGUISE

ONLY THAT YOU DECIDE

NO ONE EVER FAUGHT FOR YOU

I WAS TEACHING YOU HOW TO FIGHT

ALL YOU NEEDED IS THE SIGHT

WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET

WALLS OF STEEL AND STONE ARE A WEAK PRISON

MIRRORED WALLS OF SKIN AND BONE

THEY’VE DONE THEIR JOB PRETTY

SURE YOU’RE TOO LATE THIS IS

ALL MINE FOR THE TAKING

MY HEART’S PURE

YOU CAN’T PUNCH THIS LIGHT

OUT OF MY FUTURE

EITHER SHAKE MY HAND OR EAT MY FIST

STEP BACK INTO THE RING

LET’S SEE WHAT YOU GOT KID

THINK I’M GONNA BE ALRIGHT

I GOT WORK TO DO

LET’S FIGHT!

***

From “The Silent Album”

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08DHMQ673

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Escape: To Salvation Ch:2

Blake X Val

Summery: Blake wakes up in the hell town known as Templegate. confused and alone he must fight through both his past and present for his future. however, hallucinations of festering demons haunt him along with something else more of mortal blood. now he must fight to keep his nightmares and reality separate or succumb to the deadly wilds. however is he truly as alone as he feels in this world?

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language, sensitive topics, and gore

previous chap: Escape: To Salvation CH:1

next chap: Escape: To Salvation CH:3

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~Ch:2 Vile~

“so how'd the whole town die? Did the storm cause it?” one of the uniformed men asked. “no, religious nuts committed suicide it seems. Helicam got close snapshot of jugs with cyanide labels.” another wearing a mask answered in a slightly radio sounding voice. “so what are we supposed to do?” the first asked again. “at this point the experiment is marked a failure by Murkoff. So we're basically clean up crew. We go in, snuff out any possible survivors who didn't drink the kool aid. Then Murkoff swoops in with the flamethrowers to make the place open for the next group of religious nuts coming in.” a third spoke. “how will they get more people here?” the second questioned. “easy, just let “god” speak to some wacko, convince them there on a holy quest to here. Not like those people question when they hear a sudden booming voice from the sky telling them what to do. Just gotta find the right priest. Already did it once after all.” the third answered with a laugh at the end. “they figure out what caused that overload signal that freak out the system? Was pretty big considering it left us entirely blind on town activity along with a factory lock down till just yesterday.” the second asked. “storm knocked the control switch out. Control couldn't turn down the signal or switch it off. thankfully the radio tower fried itself after the signal got too strong for it to handle. If it didn't we would still be on lock down. The whole thing has to be reset. Even the control panels were fried from that backward signal.” the third answered. All of them pausing as they answered a radio call. “alright, boss gave us the go ahead. Lethal force, save no one, take no souvenirs.” the third spoke. “aww, love to take souvenirs.” the second spoke in disappointment as they began moving. “not from this place unless you want some kind of disease. They have a whole sectioned fenced off for people riddled with diseased. Be thankful we get to leave that place up for the torch guys.” the third spoke. “fuck, I cant let them know I've survived.” Blake thought in panic. Quickly going off into the forest. Sneaking around the armed men to make it back to town. “I'm sorry lynn. I gotta leave, but I'll be back for you. I promise.” Blake quickly spoke to the grave as he quickly buried his unfinished pumpkin, destroyed his little fire pit, packed away his metal shard knife, and tossed away the shovel. Grabbing the twiggy branch he used to sweep over all the fresh tracks he could. Tossing the branch away as he ran deeper into the town. He needed a place to hide and fast, but everywhere he looked seemed to be filled with holes. He couldn't use his regular tall grass or barrel trick in the daylight. He would stick out like a sore thumb. He ran in and out of buildings looking for some small crevice he could squeeze into for a hideaway. Freezing at a second floor window when he didn't just see 3 guys, but 20 or more slowly flowing into the town. Looking over body's. Bashing down doors to any locked buildings. Blake was full on panicking at this moment. Deciding to ditch the town and try his chances in the surrounding forest. He ran from the building while constantly looking over his shoulder for fear of being shot. Running off down into the thin valley ways. Terrified of each corner he rounded before discovering the lake again. “fuck.” Blake panted, really not wanting to be here. His legs were locking up in pain again. Developing a painful charlie horse in both. He leaned against a tree with a wince as he groaned in pain. Spotting a old rotten boat nearby that he could possibly hide under. He swallowed before limping over. Lifting up the rotten boat to slip underneath. Realizing too late there was a deep ditch hidden underneath. Falling back into it as he hadn't been expecting no ground where he stepped. Landing roughly into it on his back as the boat fell to cover the hole. Blake groaned in pain as he looked around the dark space. looking toward a tunnel on his left leading to a lit area. He carefully got up to crawl through the small tunnel. The tunnel opening up to a small chamber able to have 10 people sit in a very close circle together. The middle having a small pit with a burning fire. A small pile of wood off to the side near by. The walls looking either scraped by shovels or scooped simply by hand. The roof seeming to creep down with the many bunches of black vines creeping through the roof. Val was sitting quietly on the opposite end of the fire lit room. Knees close to chest with an arm hanging across one knee and the other she had her elbow resting on the other knee. Resting her head against her hand as she looked toward Blake as he entered. “come to keep me company?” Val asked in a somewhat teasing manner. Blakes expression immediately turned sour. About ready to head back out of the now uninviting space. “come on now, no need to be unfriendly. We can keep each other company till they pass over.” Val spoke calmly. Her friendliness being a bit unnerving to Blake, but Val was right. He wasn't in any condition to run either. He stayed crouched in the tunnel entrance for easy defense if needed. “why don't you come sit by me?” Val asked with a small smile. Even that small gesture made Blake shudder back with a face of revulsion. “ no.” he firmly stated. “it can get pretty lonely.” Val stated, carefully examining over him. Having Blakes skin begin to crawl at the eyes examining over him. “what is this?” Blake asked gesturing with his head up at the room. Wanting to quickly change the subject. “it was a place to get away.” Val answered with a slight smile that quickly disappeared. Blake went quiet after that, looking away before getting concerned about the fire. He looked back toward Val again, feeling a little awkward being stuck with her down here. “where does the smoke go?” he asked. As logic would currently say is that the smoke could collect at the roof of the room before pooling out the ditch entrance. In which case a rotten boat suspiciously smoking wouldn't be a good hiding place. “the vines.” Vals hand pointed up toward them. “they made small spaces in the soft soil between them while holding the soil in place. The smoke flows out around the different trees in the area who's vines cross paths. Seems like just a natural steam vent from an outside point.” Val answered. Blake nodded as he now noticed the vines all had a small bit of tunnel space surrounding each one. His body tensed as he began hearing a humming noise. “a boat?” Blake said aloud. Val sat up in a more alert position. Blake moved as well away from the entrance tunnel. He didn't want his legs being accidentally spotted through a small hole in the rotten boat. The sound of boat motors growing louder before stopping as they reached the lake edge. The men jumping off the boat creating a big thud on the room roofing. Val putting a finger up to her lips to silently tell Blake to stay quiet as he nervously shifted. Both of them holding their breath as they heard footsteps that stopped above. Blake hoping in his mind that an armed man wouldn't just suddenly fall through the thin roofing. Nervousness growing as they watched the soil roof slowly sink down from the weight standing over. Blakes paranoia was getting the better of him as he slowly got up from his seated spot. If the roof broke he had to be ready to fight. Val obviously being against that as she mouthed the words commanding Blake to sit down. He didn't listen, but dove immediately back down when a loud gunshot rang through the air. Val pinning her self to the wall as she ducked low. Startled just the same as Blake from the unexpected noise. “what did you do that for?!” a man on the surface yelled from a far “a dead fish bubbled up and I thought it was someone hiding in the water.” another yelled back near by. “you got scared by a dead fish?” one started with a few laughing. “shut up! I wasn't scared I thought it was somebody!” the shooter yelled. “just save your ammo for when you actually see something champ! We got a whole town to look over.” the far off one yelled. Many starting to laugh again as they moved forward. Once they seemed to be gone Blake let out the air he had been holding in, being quickly shushed by Val. “someone might still be by the boats.” Val mouthed to him. Blake giving a small nod from his laying position in the sand. “we should get some sleep while it's still quiet. They have a lot of town filth to dig through before they'll leave. Come rest by me.” Val whispered and gestured for him to come over. Blake nervously shaking his head as the offer. “no, id rather stand guard.” he spoke for an excuse, as well as being a little truthful. “very well, but you should rest.” Val said to him before laying down with her back toward Blake and the fire. “well, glad she's comfortable.” Blake grumbled in his thoughts. No way he could sleep here after all that or while Val was that close. He laid there watching the crackling fire before getting board after 10 minutes with nothing else to do. He looked over to Val in an attempt to see if she was fully asleep. Unable to tell, he just quietly turned over to face away from her. Taking out Knoths journal out of her possible view. He wasn't sure how Val would react to it. Most likely shed want it burned and the ashes to be danced upon. He flipped through, skimming over parts for an hour till he found the place he was at. Flipping through a bunch more pages for many more hours that had nothing interesting. Stopping when he did find something different. “1985 on the last day of harvest in the month of September- . This is 14 years later from the last note. How'd this place last that long?” Blake read, quickly calculating the information written

________________________________________ “ one of the females of my flock that I was quite fond of came to me with what I thought was a blessed bundle of joy. I was at first outraged when the mother gave life in secrecy and did not allow me to bless the child's arrival with my presence. My anger turning to confusion as the mother requested we speak in private over the matter of the child. I told her if the child was ill it was to be drowned in the lake or given to lairds possession with the others who are plagued. The young women assured me it was not that, but another issue. I assured back that whatever the issue was I could fix it. I had just gotten back from a meeting with the women. My assurance earlier of fixing the child's problem was mistaken. I made the assumption that the mother only felt guilt for not birthing the child in my presence and that it needed christening. Instead I was met with a disgusting site. The child being deformed with multiple parts of both that of a female and male.”

______________________________________________ Blake stopped his reading to look over at Val. Who still had her back faced toward him. “Vals birth?” Blake wondered, returning to his reading.

______________________________________________ “ the mother confirmed soon after that the child was mine and asked me if I would help protect the “loving child”. I couldn't stand being in such a presence of an abomination. I told her to stop spreading such untruthful lies as I knew the lord would not have given me such a deformed child. That it must belonged to another which I made sure she knew well was the story. Or else the deformity meant she was actually diseased and required her to be sent away. She quickly confessed of her sins blaming it on a confusion for which I happily forgave her as she now knew the proper story I liked to hear. I knew I could not harm the innocent, thing, presented to me as so far it had committed no sin besides merely existing at the time. As I was also in no position to judge god's image of how the almighty created it. Such is why I kept the small laird when he arrived to me. I swallowed my disgust down before telling the women that it was a test from the lord. It was to be raised till they could talk then it would be a test upon the child. She was not to help feed, give treatment, or teach any skills with the child after that point. The child's survival would be left in the lord's hands and only he would decide if the child lived or perished. We both knew the child would not make it, but I told her the lords works in mysterious ways. Which up lifted her spirit for a quick smile. After which she asked me if I would name it as a blessing. Souring the last of my mood for the night. I was sure to remind her that it was a woman's job to name the children. Me being a male asked to be demeaned to a woman's place was insulting. However, after hearing her greatest apologies and begging I forgave her mistake. A perfect name came to my mind that only the lord could have bestowed onto me to give. So I told her that the lord has requested me to just this once lower myself to give a blessed name from the heavens, made just for the little thing. I informed her the child's name would from now on be “vile”. The mother nervously swallowed and nodded to my recommendation. I gave a smile back before dismissing her to go home.”

___________________________________________ Blake was now glaring at the written page. “How could someone be so cruel to an innocent kid? Sure as hell explained a lot of where Vals warped mindset originated. that poor girl, pregnant by Knoth before she was blackmailed into submission by him. Forced into half abandoning her kid once at the age of 2.” he thought while turning the page for the next written day.

_____________________________________________ “ that damned women rejected my blessed gift. Calling that horrid child by a different name, “Val”. I confronted her and told all how she rejected a holy gift given by the lord and asked of me to deliver! I wished to deliver a hefty punishment for such betrayal. However, after a talk with Marta in the early morning over how broken my flocks faith was. I feel the 20 stings of a whip in the courtyard I wanted on the women's back would put far too much fear into my followers. So I turned to the more godly way of forgiveness. After a thorough scolding I told her that I was not punishing her because it was not my place. if the lord had not punished her yet then he must not be as insulted by having his gift rejected. I left it at that and despite not getting a direct punishment from me she still suffered. From what I was just told by Marta she was now being shunned by the others. At least I managed to keep some loyalty from the people.”

_____________________________________________ just as he finished reading up the written page Val began to stir. Sitting up with a bit of a stretch. Blake watching while he quickly shoved the journal back into the coat pocket. “wheres the sun?” she asked. Blake being confused for a moment thinking she didn't recognize they were underground for a moment. Realizing that she was actually asking for the time. “umm, … setting? It looks.” he answered, looking out the tunnel exit and seeing a dark orange glow. She got up from her sleeping spot. Dusting off the sand before walking over to Blakes half of the room. His paranoia spiked as he bolted up to move away. Watching as Val ignored him to slip into the entrance tunnel. Getting a more panicked feeling at what she was about to do. “what are you doing?!” Blake whispered to her. Watching Val carefully lift up the rotting boat. “leaving.” Val answered. “well, I rather not have attention drawn around here, but i am certainly not going to stop her.” he thought as he watched her leave. However, he didn't want her running around and being spotted. Having the possibility of the armed men staying longer to look for others. Once Val was gone he finally felt comfortable enough in the underground space. Moving away from the entrance to throw more wood onto the fire. Laying down again to let his exhaustion slowly take over. It took a bit longer then usual due to his anxiety of being found. Eventually falling asleep after another hour had passed. He slowly awoke to a dark room, the fire being dead besides a few embers dying off. He stretched as he slowly sat up. Looking around the dark room for any possibility of Val sitting nearby. After being sure he was alone he sat there to think for a moment. He couldn't live in this hole forever, waiting until the armed men leave would have him starve before then. Blake knew he had to leave, reach back to civilization. Get actual medical aid over just a single type of pill. He got up from his spot to slowly head for the exit. Propping up the boat slowly and seeing a man sleeping in the near by boat. Blake quietly slipped out of the ditch while watching the sleeping man for possibility of him stirring awake. Out free of the ditch he silently jogged to the forest line. Looking around in paranoia for any of the men searching on the lakes edge. Hidden inside the thick forest edge he tried to get some bearings on directions. “okay the helicopter flew from the east. The sun was setting to the... right of the lake?” Blake thought, looking back toward the lake as he tried his best to remember the suns position the other day. “so if I head back to the town and head straight once I pass it. I'll make it back?” he thought, building some optimism. Blake slipped through the forest to avoid the town. From afar he could still see the men walking with searching flashlights. Hearing them shout over to each other while others created a racket from busting down doors. Some throwing furniture out of the houses and tossing bodies out of the way. By the time Blake made it to the opposite side of the town he was sure that morning was right around the corner. “it'll take me a while to get away from here, but if I keep a good walking pace i can make it back to town by the next night.” he thought happily as he began his long trek into the woods. He slowed for only a moment to look back at the town. “i wish I could say goodbye more personally, but you know I can't. I'll get you back to civilization soon lynn.” he whispered toward the town. Regaining his normal pace when he turned forward. He walked up to a small clearing finding a pathway heading up to the mountains. Looking up and down it Blake realized it was familiar. “this heads to the helicopter crash. That means i am on the right path!” Blake thought, jogging up the path. Careful to make as little noise as possible. Walking again when he reached the two close rock edges narrowing the path. Careful of the slippery rocks he had to crawl over again. Being hit with the strong smell of rot. “oh … yeah.” Blake said, looking toward the hanging mutilated corpse of the pilot. Now thoroughly eaten away by maggots festering over him. Blake swallowed thickly as he looked away, quickly moving along. Shortly stopping again when he arrived to the cliff face. He let out an agitated sigh as he remembered he has to climb down this thing before. That was easy, now for the hard part of climbing back up. He looked over the area, settling on a few large crevices criss crossing. Carefully climbing up the steep rock face up to a ledge almost 15 feet up. Looking again for the next crevice in the rock to climb. The task being harder then before without the moonlights help to light up the various edges. The climb didn't take him as long as expected. Reaching the downed helicopter at the top of the cliff edge. Taking a moment to catch his breath. Sitting down next to the remaining wreckage. He gazed out over the land. Just able to see the lining of the trees as the sky got closer to dawn. In just an hour or two the sun would rise. “would be nice to fucking see where i am going.” he thought, pulling out his bag of pumpkin seeds. Slowly eating a handful of them while waiting for the sun. no way he was going to trek into unknown forest without at least a small bit of light. The sky slowly turned from a deep dark blue to a dark red turning to orange. Blake finished off the seeds in his hand. Dusting his hands off while putting his food bag away. Walking by the wreckage he entered the forest once again. Walking along with only a sense of direction to help him know where to go. Just missing an annoying cactus he would have walked into without the small amount of light up. After a bit of walking he came up upon another large cliff. Much larger then the one before the helicopter wreckage. He looked left and right to try and find a way around with no luck. He swallowed thickly in nervousness as he looked back up at the cliff wall. “hope my rock climbing lessons help out here.” Blake thought. “would be best anyway. I really need to know where i am going and how far the city is. I should see at least the city glow from up there.” he said while letting out a long drawn out breath. Preparing himself for the careful long clime. He slowly and carefully worked his way up. Stopping to take deep breaths as to not feel so tired. Halfway up the intimidating wall he froze at the sound of a helicopter. Looking back toward the town to see a few of them hovering over with huge spotlights scouring the area. One getting incredibly close to him before spotting the helicopter wreckage. Hovering over it before flying off more toward the town. Blake swallowed down his nervous stomach. Made worse when he made the mistake of looking down. He took another deep breath of fresh air to start working up again. At the top he didn't even bother to stand, simply hoisting himself up and laying flat against the cool earth. He looked up and expected a view of a city, or at least some city lights since it was still early morning. Instead he just saw endless forest and mountains going off to the horizon. He jumped up to his feet in fear. Looking all along the open horizon for something, anything. A road, lights, a building, but no it was just forest. Followed by mountains and more mountains. It was then that reality set in. him and lynn didn't exactly walk here. They flew and went over mountains, valleys, rivers and canyons. It took them the entire day of flying to reach this place and they left EARLY! He quickly realized that it wasn't gonna be a day's journey to the city. This was going to be closer to over a weeks worth. “fuck, this isn't even flat land either. How many more cliffs are there gonna be to climb?! I'll need much more food and water. I am not anywhere near as prepared as I thought I was!” Blake started to frustratingly speak to himself. Finally letting out a shout that echoed through the abnormally silent forest. Kicking himself after for being so loud. He rubbed his face in aggravation. Looking back out toward the town with the rising sun coming up. His only plan right now was to make the entire trek back. Gather more pumpkins and save up on a massive pouch of seeds. As for water well … he can hope for rain. Blake looked over, spotting a pile of rocks that might provide a small covering from the helicopters. Getting more annoyed at the recognizable tired feeling that never seemed to stay gone for long. Sitting against a large leaning rock. “nothing else to do but read or sleep.” Blake mumbled to himself. Pulling out knoths journal again.

_____________________________________________ “1989, September 28th the child has unfortunately been lasting longer then I had hope. The thing having recently turned 4 years old today. It definitely seems the mother still does what I suggested. Many of the towns people still shunning her and happy to give reports on the two. The mother not helping to feed it or teach it anything useful. The child hasn't gotten sick yet despite my prayers. I was happily informed just now by Marta that the child has been labeled by others as being a miscreation, not of god. I cannot support my flock in confirming this as i am not one to judge. However, I'll allow them to call the child freely what they wish. One thing however has caught my attention. The child despite me marking them as a vile thing with its mother being shunned as well. Many of my followers are drawn to the child. Finding it incredibly easy to speak between them, which Marta has told me. Asking me if she should reaffirm my notion that the child wasn't to be supported in anyway. I told in confidence with Marta that it wouldn't be necessary. In fact that maybe this was a blessing of god underneath the disgusting flesh. I know I need a new speaker for my word to the people. I prayed many years ago for a follower that could bring people in with a gentle tone, but strike when needed. The child showing just that with its kind words, but holding nothing back when crushing the skulls of fish it kills in the shallows. Maybe in time we'll see if the child can be useful to me in the gospels future.

_____________________________________________ Blake flipped through the journal again. Passing over all the same boring entry's till he found something revolving around Val again.

_______________________________________________ “1991, June 27th I had just learned that the miscreations mother had left to join the scalled a few months ago. Which I didn't really care for until Marta told me the mother may have failed me in the months before her leaving. Teaching the child things such as farming, herbal identifying, and animal care. Those teachings were common knowledge to be passed down to the young, but in this case it was not allowed. Not much I could do about this matter now besides sending laird a letter about the betrayal. I pray she's still living enough to be punished for her misdeeds. I asked Marta to send it my condolences, but she informed me that the child is currently gone. I asked her to clarify. Marta explaining to me that after the child's mother left the towns people pushed the miscreation out for the house. Instead of wasting away out in the cold it left for a time into the forest. Returning months later looking healthier then ever. Coming back only for some copies of my gospel and to trade for other materials. Returning back to the forest to possibly forage the berry's in season. I must admit that despite my ignoring of the child and support in shunning of it. The child has shown a strong loyalty to me. I asked Marta to keep a look out for the child and invite them to meet with me. I want to see what its doing out in the forest. Eventually it would have to return before winter and beg for scraps. This area does actually manage to get a fair bit of snow it's so far raised on the mountains. Foraging and berry picking will be useless then.

________________________________________________ Blake began flipping through the journal for more. Momentarily stopping as the searching helicopters flew over in one group. Leaving the area eerily silent besides the strong wind flowing by the rock blocking it from Blake. He continued flipping through the pages till it reached another year mark.

_________________________________________________ “1992, February 7th the child had finally returned today. Impressively living out in the forest through the winter months. It had returned to trade for supplies again which I've been finding people are trying to hide. Which is understandable as I told them not to give the miscreation gifts. I told my flock that I knew they were hiding it, as I see all. I announced after that trading with it was alright. As long as the trade was equal or of more worth on my flocks part. I got my chance to meet with the child. Finding them to be well and happy. The child happily greeting me and proudly speaking of there growth in the wild. Surviving off berry's to roots and rabbits through the winter. Telling that they even managed to take down a few deer. I wouldn't have believed a 7 year old child had killed off a deer if it weren't for the multiple prepared hides they brought for trading. Along with various knives they made of the antlers. I asked the child how they came to learn how to hunt and scavenge out in the wilds so quickly. My suspicions that the mother taught these things being confirmed by the child's sudden silence and refusal to meet my gaze. I got the child speaking to me again by giving my condolences of their mother being sent off to the I'll Saying id be happy to make them a personal copy of my gospel for them to bring out into the forest after such a tragedy. The child happily bouncing about at being so blessed by me. I told the child I would also prefer to them staying within Templegate. The child refused however. Saying they were fine in the forest. I didn't entirely mind as this kept it from being a useless burden for us. I wanted to know what else the child's mother told them. Asking what else it had learned. The child going on and on after that. About hunting and tracking to the basic knowledge of how to farm. Most children did not learn these skills till they were of working age at 12. i am thankful the lord gave me strength to hide my bitter meant toward this new info. I soon found that many of my follows were asking the child how to hunt the wild creatures and where best to harvest berry's. Deer meat was definitely loved among my flock, but the most difficult to obtain from the maze like mountain rock range or through the dense forest areas. We all mainly relied on our live stock or caught fish from the lake for meats. I wasn't exactly happy seeing so many flock around the child for answers over me. I did obtain an idea from it though. Maybe the child would work under me with the position of deacon. However there was the issue of its deformity. The child still seeming confused over what it was. That not sitting well with me as a creation of god should know what it is. Either male or female, but a female meant they could not be a deacon as that was only a mans job. But am I not the voice of god? Am I not the one who speaks the truth of the lord? If I speak that Val is male, then it shall be truth. No one of my flock would go against my word without being a sinner. Anyone who sins against the word of the lord shall face punishment by my right hand Marta.

____________________________________________ “... is this why Val was referred as a male everywhere in town? Because Knoth just said that's what they were and his word is law? Would make sense, definitely sounds like him too. Not that anyone could argue otherwise.” Blake thought, putting the journal away. Glimpsing at the now sunny morning sky. “val sounded like quite the survivalist. Only 6 when they left for the forest. Lasting almost half a year out in the wild. … i am not a camper, but if I convince Val. … maybe?” Blake thought. With Vals forest survival skills and sounding like she had mass knowledge of the area maybe they could leave together. He didn't know what Vals plan was. Maybe rebuild the cult in her image? Just survive in the rotten town? Since everyone died it didn't seem like she had anything left there. He looked to the cliff edge feeling more exhausted then ever. He just really wasn't ready yet to climb back down. That only left sleep and he felt it would be safer to return when dark. Who knows were Val was after they separated. All he could hope for was that she stayed in the town. “should I deal with Val? If I do get her to come I'll have to look over my shoulder the entire journey. What about sleep? I can barely stay awake now what if Val decides she wants something while i am sleeping?” Blake thought as he remembered back to the whole event in the mines. Getting horribly sick before he pushed away the traumatic memory. The thought of being around Val 24/7 for possibly a week not helping the illness go away. He pointed his face toward the sky to take deep breaths. Swallowing down the vomit threatening to rise up. He breathed out a few more times before feeling his stomach settle. Until his thoughts wandered back to being around Val. He had to face this fact. He knew in his mind he couldn't make it back to town alone. Everything looked so different below the trees. Getting lost out here would lead to death. Getting injured alone would be an even worse fate. Or trapped at the bottom of a ditch. Then again, would Val be helpful in that situation? “She's like a rabid wolf willing to turn on you as soon as you were down. I bust a leg and she'll rip it off for food. What did all the heretics eat anyway? They just grabbed the few who mistakenly wandered too far from knoths flock? Did they actually hunt wildlife? There were a lot of dead fish in the lake, may have not needed to hunt.” Blake's thoughts wondered.

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Careful (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Chapter Summary: You’re not the only one who’s developing feelings but Roger is too, trying to have you close to him at first, but then he’s trying to forget you over way too much scotch. This is how both of you get sick and he takes care of you again.

Author’s Note: It’s Roger’s POV in this chapter, yeeet! (Please don’t @ me I can’t tell you why and if you don’t like it I’ll never attempt it again, I promise)

Words: ~2k

Warnings: I’d rate this mature because (and this is a spoiler) someone’s masturbating aaand there’s drinking again and eventually someone has to throw up

Chapter 4

Previous Parts: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3

I couldn’t fall asleep that night because Tiffany never left my head: her reddish-blonde curls, her incredibly green eyes, her lips for fucks sake - I needed that. I craved being close to her, to feel her, to hear her breath like I’d never wanted anything else. The boys had noticed that I was hitting my drums harder than I usually did while messing up their rhythms and I knew that they knew that something was off but they wouldn’t mention it if I got myself under control before our next gig tomorrow night. I just didn’t see how that was possible, when I was now here, lying awake and only the thought of Tiffany’s voice made my whole stomach feel light, in the best way possible. I had no idea how long I’d been staring in the dark but I was seriously contemplating to go out and either get drunk or find some girl to do whatever it took to distract myself. I just couldn’t let myself think about what I’d do to her if she hadn’t been this innocent little princess I saw, every time I looked at her. Even though only my refusal to think of that was enough to give me a hard one, already. I swallowed hard as I carefully touched myself and I stopped trying to shake the thought of her because I knew I couldn’t while I was masturbating - what would it feel like to bury myself in her body, feel her skinny, yet strong legs wrap around me and see her losing herself in my thrusts. God, I just wanted her to feel as good as she made me feel when I got into the kitchen to a prepared breakfast, when I didn’t feel like a dumbass because she’d make me study and when I managed to make her laugh. I gripped on my own hair at the thought of her laugh, trying to imagine it were her tiny hand and her skinny fingers pulling on the strands while I held back a moan. Tiffany Abberforth was the most precious human being on this planet and I’d have to protect her with my whole life, I knew that for a fact.

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“You wanna join me tonight?”, I asked her, when I met her in the kitchen the next morning. Probably I was being selfish to try and get her out of the comfort of our flat, but I wanted her to be closer to me anytime. She was reading some book like the smart girl she was but she put it away as soon as I tried to talk to her.

“Where are you going?”

“The boys and I have a gig and I thought - since you’re freed now - you might like…?”

“Are you trying to make me drunk two out of three nights in a row?”, she called me out in a joking tune and it made me smile to see her that relaxed.

“Of course not, but I’d like you around me two out of three nights in a row.” Damn, she had no idea what she did to me when she blushed. She looked down at her hands, seemingly battling herself to a decision. “No pressure, Tiffy, if you’re there, you’re there and if not I’ll still play for you.”

“You know it’s not because I don’t want to hear you play, right, Rog?”

“Do I?”, I asked and leaned my head to the side a little too let her know I wasn’t completely serious.

“I can’t see myself enjoying your show in a huge crowd at all, it scares me, especially since I wouldn’t know anyone watching you, too and I - “

“You can join us for our rehearsal on Friday, if you prefer that.”

“That’s perfect”, she immediately agreed and I felt great about it. It relieved the thought of being rejected, at least.

“We can have dinner after, if you’d like.”

“We always have dinner, Rog.”

“No, I mean, you and me - and the boys if we can’t get rid of them - having dinner in a restaurant, if you’d like.” Now I was the one blushing, I feared, as she looked at me in surprise.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that”, she said after a moment and I smiled at her.

“Me too, Tiffy.”

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I knew I shouldn’t really - even though there wasn’t anything exclusive about Tiffany and me, there wasn’t a “we” if it came to anything else than talking about our shared flat situation, but I still felt guilty and like I wasn’t supposed to let all the girls approach me after our gig.

“Hey there, sweet boy”, one of them purred, “How you doing, love?”, the other one said and “You did so amazing!”, I heard a third one while they really gave me a hard time to move forward, just trying to get to the bar behind Brian. Their hands were all over me and I was glad I didn’t wear something too showing or open, even, and it wasn’t that I didn’t like it, I just felt like it wasn’t fair. I wasn’t looking for anything they had to give me, instead I was trying to figure out which of them reminded me the most of Tiffany, really, and I knew that was just wrong.

“Thanks, girls, but let me have a drink first, would you?”

Of course I ended up buying the three of them drinks and I hated to admit it, but it was kind of a given that I went outside “to smoke”, only to make out with one of them, finally letting go of the thought of Tiffany’s emerald green eyes. I didn’t enjoy the night at the girl’s place - as if the universe wanted to punish me, really, for drinking myself into a state where I didn’t only forget about the girl’s - or Tiffany’s - name but also about my own, to a state where I didn’t care about anything anymore, trying to find relieve in it. I couldn’t even remember the sex for the love of god, only assuming it was good, by how the girl was cuddled against me, how our clothes were all over the floor. But the mattress woke me up, squeaking and poking into my back, which didn’t make the pain in my head any better. I just stumbled to grab my clothes and left, unable to look back at the girl or respond when she called for me, only heading for the door. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the hole situation getting the best of me, but I didn’t make it really far without throwing up and horribly cursing myself. I’d done dumb things but they didn’t really compare to last night.

Also, when I got home, there was light in the kitchen. It was an early morning and I knew, Tiffany was one to get up before sunrise but couldn’t that girl let herself get some rest once? She was reaching for the medicine cabinet, when I stepped into the kitchen, feeling her eyes on me and suddenly realising that I could easily be covered in my own vomit, if I was as unlucky as I felt that moment.

“You need help?”, I asked nonetheless and the worry in her eyes got wilder as she heard my hoarse voice.

“Where have you been?”

“I couldn’t tell you her name, even if I wanted to and I really shouldn’t have gone”, I tried to explain, unable to lie to her, or stand her quizzing look another second. “I feel sick, man, I had way too much scotch last night.” What would I do next, call her “mate”? This is really a great way to safe your ass out of this situation, seriously, keep going, Taylor, you’re doing great.

“Makes two of us, though”, Tiffany murmured and stepped away, acknowledging that she was a bit too tiny to reach the pain killers. I reached up, to hand them to her, unable to look her way - mostly because I was really aware of the bad taste in my mouth and I didn’t want her to smell me in the end.

“What’s wrong, love?”, I still asked, scared that she wasn’t alright.

“I get sick after every exam period, really and here I am, coming down with a fever.”

“Then, hush, to bed!”, I said, grabbing her to make her move and tug her in, before I could escape into the bathroom. “I’ll make you tea and get you soup, you just stay there, you hear me?”, I rambled in the process of getting her into her bed. I started brushing my teeth, while I went into the kitchen to put some tea water to a boil and looked through the cabinets for soup, realising I’d have to pick some up at the store. That wasn’t half bad in the end, because it forced to make myself look somewhat decent and I could get new cigarettes, cheese and toast at the store too, so I could at least eat some terrible breakfast when I came back to find Tiffany asleep.

I prepared the soup as it said on the pack and carefully carried it to her night stand, before I sat down next to Tiffany and softly ran my fingers over her face to make her wake up. Her skin was really clean and soft, but it felt hot to a point that I wished I knew a doctor, a better one than myself, for sure.

“Wake up, sweet girl, you need to get your soup down, so you’ll get better.” She smiled at me weakly and tried to move to a sitting position, so she could cuddle against her bed’s headboard and slowly eat the soup I held for her. I watched her eat in silence while I sat next to her, my legs crossed on her mattress, realising I should turn her heater up for a start. The tea water had gotten cold while I was gone so I reheated it, to finally make the tea she needed and I looked at her in her bed critically, while she sipped it. “Tiffy, do you want me to get you more pillows?”, I asked because it was kind of impossible that I had more pillows than she did, right? She giggled at me and moved her head for me to come closer.

“Rog, you’re acting like my mom - worse, actually, because she doesn’t consider you sick as long as your bones aren’t broken.”

“But -“

“I just need to rest, don’t worry”, she didn’t let me interrupt her. “You should go, so I don’t infect you.”

“I won’t leave you alone, unless that was your attempt to kick me out.”

“No, it wasn’t”, she explained and I felt relieved. She didn’t seem to be angry at me or the way I’d spent my night and that made me feel a little less sick.

“Good, then”, I said and slipped under her covers. Her eyes were on me, looking a little shocked, otherwise just intensely focused on me, as I moved towards her to rest her head on one of my arms and spoon her. “You fine, love?”

“Yes, but you don’t have to -“

“But I want to”, I whispered into the back of her neck.

“Thank you”, she murmured, shifting around a little to get the most comfortable.

“I was worried, when you didn’t come home.”

“I’m so sorry, Tiff”, I told her again, honestly. “I really shouldn’t have gone.”

“Glad you realised that”, she mumbled and it made me chuckle a little. Her breathing became slower and deeper when she feel asleep and I hummed one of the songs, the boys and I were working on, to fasten up the process, until I eventually fell asleep as well.

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Trail Blazing

Yautja x Reader Pt.1

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You had been out hiking in the local gorge of you town. It was a few miles outta town and wit tourist season over with the trails were void of any human presence. You were not an experienced hiker in any way, shape, or form, but you recently have had sudden bursts of energy and inspiration to get out and exercise. Having been out in the trail for most of the afternoon you come to the executive decision to head home. Checking you map you saw that instead of walking the entire half mile back to your car there was a shorter path back to the parking lot that cuts along the side of the gorge.

Though what you did not take into the consideration as you stuffed your map back into your pocket and headed off in the proper direction was that the trail was labelled as an expert trail for experienced hiker. Meaning this trail was the nightmare mode of Nightmare mode. It was only when you were half way down the gorge trail as you were breathing heavily and you could feel your legs burning did you think something might be wrong. Despite what your body was telling you, you continue on when the trail path begins to thin until its as wide as you are.

Now as you continue the only thing between you and falling fifty feet it a thin wooden railing that you could easily slip underneath. Just as this thought left your mind you stepped into a section of the path that had began to wash out and you felt your feet slip out from under you.

Instead of flying off the edge of the gorge and sent to your soggy grave at the bottom, pain shot up your right leg making you scream out in pain. You looked down and could tell immediately that your ankle was broken. Pulling off your backpack you retrieve your med-kit which was stuffed full of band-aids and a small bottle of aspirin. Swallowing a random amount whole you then pull out your phone and map to call for help. As you dial in 911 and look for your position on the map through teary eyes you began to full on bawl when you realize you had read the map wrong to begin with.

Instead of the trail began .3 miles back to the parking lot. It was 3 miles back to the parking lot. On top of all this wonderful news your piece of shit phone had no signal so you were stranded in the wild alone and injured. With a frustrated scream you recall every weird TV show you had ever seen about stuff like this stuffing everything into your bag putting it on and beginning to crawl along the trail.

If you could at least get to the 2 mile point campers might hear you screaming you had theorized. The sun set much faster than you could ever have guessed as the sound of night dwellers crept closer. A loud clicking could be heard echoing around you standing out clearly in the silence. You looked up and around you when farther up the trail you spotted the dark outline of something that looked vaguely familiar. You called out to them dragging yourself forward begging for help as you struggled to even rest on your knees.

Though as the assumed to be person approached you quickly realized that it was no such person. The sudden shock of the situation paired with the abundance of painkillers in your system had you blacking out spots filling your vision as you collapsed onto your front. You could feel yourself being lifted but your body was just dead weight, unresponsive to inside or outside stimuli. You awoke in your bedroom the door was cracked open and a man in a suit stood outside speaking to someone in a lab coat. A woman in scrubs was squeezing an IV bag to your left smiling down at you.

“How are you feeling?” she asked her voice no more than a whisper.

“ Who are you and why are you in my house?” Your hoarse voice questioned though before it could be answered the man in the suit entered and rushed the nurse away the lady in the lab coat shut the door behind her blocking the door staring at you over dark glasses.

“ You are a very lucky person ya know that.” the man said as he pulled papers out of his binder. A large packet was slapped into your lap a black and white image of some kind of horror movie monster was plastered on the front.

“This is what brought you in from the trail. Whats paying for all this.” he says making a circular hand motion to all the medical equipment around me.

“Uhhhh even if i believed you why would you tell me this” The man smiled shaking his head as he let out a huff

“So you will understand why we cant just let you go back to your normal life. That is an alien that saved you from that trail and because of that you are now under government supervision.

“Look I had never even seen this thing until you showed me these, and now your telling me i have to be put under surveillance by the government cause a space creature dragged me in.” You interrupted holding the picture of the alien in your hand. Its patterning and features initially startling were beginning to grow on you in some unnatural way. The lady stepped forward a soft smile on her lips

“ As Frost, what we call him as we can not vocalize the sounds needed to say his actual name” she explained motioning with her hands “ has made contact with you and has been following you for some time as a matter of fact. It is clear that he has taken a liking to you and wont be leaving for some time. You must be very valuable to him for him to risk being disgraced to save you.” You thought you were going to go insane as you were handed paperwork and a pen.

“ If you would sign this contract it would allow us to provide you with some protection from others of his kind.” the man rattled on as he stood offering me a pen.

“Your telling me there are more?”

“A small group of them actually most are peaceful but some have violent tendencies towards humans who are associated with other Yautja.”

“So I really dont have a choice when it comes to signing this.” You stutter out feeling your hands getting clammy at the idea of something other worldly hunting you down.

“ You do but the end results are honestly death or having to start a new life.” The woman added pushing her glasses further up her nose unable to look at you.

With a moments hesitation you signed the paper fully believing this would come to bite you in the ass in the future.

“ We thank you for your compliance. A nurse will be with you shorty to help transport you to your new home.” The woman said smiling as she took the paper from me. The man followed her as they both left the room leaving you alone with your IV bag and the photos of your supposed prince charming.

As the door reopened to a smiling nurse pushing a wheelchair you took a deep breath tucking the pictures into your shirt as you fully accepted the unknown sprawling out before you. As the nurse helped you into the wheelchair you could feel a large hand on your back but found your self confused to see that you and the nurse were still the only ones in the room. As you sat in the wheelchair while your nurse gathered your medical accessories you felt something touching your left forearm now. You knew you weren't hallucinating as the hairs on your arm would move to the sensation as if something invisible were resting there. As the nurse pushed you out of the room a soft sound of clicking sent chills down your spine as your struggled to look over your shoulder back to the room.

[This is only part 1! Frost the yautja doesn't make a grand appearance until part 2 so stay tuned for the adventures of unnamed main character and their sudden yautja S/O]

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Mercedez benz stadium in atl i you look at it you see it built with money collected from the wreckage and bodies of the malaysian air plain. Wamile wamilele wabaraka ni chako, wabaraka mbolo changu ni chako— hagar changu ni chako. Nakila mtu atatomba dem/wife wake mwenyewe, bele ya bwana na siku hizo zinakuja. Dont came and tell me everyday dat you wanna struggle raila, nomatter what you do with him is up to you, not my problemo. With me my life will be as usual is you who will be affected not me and stop cashing into my every stuff es we aint equal man. Just leave me alone. some songs are paraphrased you just see 4 yourself. Aint real. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l1DlouIDBY https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8LcBTREyitKBD6FCEZcMRQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0FmV9Z3ENA ssHe is fishmael hagar son in galatians four GF Girl friends, Grand father, guinea fowl, Gay france, finland. He is very fishy Magdalin when you have prepared the soup make sure from the serving bowl you grab that fish which seem to be hard to grasp or cath in the water by his fins and with your teeth cut that fishy mouth out. Click the link below folks for full picture!! https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Galatians+4&version=NIV Anasema eti anampenda niki kama panti au siruali na tako, she loves minaj like the panty grabs the booty or booty with the panty and minaj has not realised yet. Minaj please realise the essence of time. Rose when kev is feeling her inside or below she gives in to crying as much as murmuring or morning which i comprehend not saying in luo yawa mit kodi, mit yawa, tamu repeatedly. Kevin saying that nikey booty belongs together, they are always two he has never seen one alone, they are together always. Do not say later that i dint love you cz what i have can start up a nation, i mean be a country’s foreign exchange. Truth be told am be the richest man around but you know what do not come up running unto me, thou will not accept you later. If its not now then never minaj. I hope the bullet has not catch up with that booty or gotten hold of it as i hear. This the time to show me love and reciprocate mi love for you lest you find me in another woman’s arms bursting forth not into laughters but to morning as she feels the intermittent thing, its being corrosives not softness. In mi arms she screams again minaj when am giving it to her that ought to be you, how will you feel girl? Roni asking, hiyo tenje ni gani? Kevin saying ni Lg na ni knowls, alicia keys ni JVC, cole ni Diskman ya philips, Minaj ni be the man with the base sony, Brook in Soni mini- hifi system inaliya kwel kweli ask amani. Evans asking na fargi? Fargi ni samsang but braxton Aiwa inachuna kweli kweli huku matwita zikiwika piya ndani yake. I love panasoni which is coco, i gives you the perfect sound at every corner of the house as much as home theater. Tiana is a sound bar mounted with a flashdisk, satisfy your needs as much as Tinashetani. Yeye, him akon song everyone sings in the estate as they walks, if you send a young chap what an old person insinuates, he tells you the same- Ahero sex nyiere as the tune. Click the link below man for full information. Don take my kindness for weakness kevin asking Nigro women. Knowls and her likes answering we wont take your kindness for weekness. Click the link below folks https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMyyxek50DE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aB-lW6fJIlU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJktxI6tzOo There are two women in the streets those in love with kevin nelson and can not get him because aman needs one woman at a time and those who hate him because they are jealous to have or own him alone and they cant, I mean they hate a man with many woman and one woman with kevinelson as evident is not a possibility. In-fact he is too weak in bed that he should take all of his mandibles and start eating or take her boobs out and start feeding upon them to add him the pumping strength. I will cut you into pieces/fishes, ablongadi matindotindo nikukupata na baby wa mine, take heed wasee. Ero wach/maneno mit edhogi, words are sweet in your mouth to me am a man of few words, a cold man not talkative. Pumping like never was i promise girl. The AE technology that is used to make Sosa, the parable of the sower TS, the swedish, swissnakevin, sianda etc The green man Gm used saucer to bring the aliens like the luo, luya to earth out of their disturbance- i have come to create division as Christ says. The white people where waiting some one to explain fully how the Sosa works so they can return the aliens back not killing as it can bring curse on them. It will be built like a prism, like a rocket, corn shaped and can move on both side, it gets to the north pole next to rusia, if its going to pluto it goes downwards and if it goes to Venus or mercury it goes upwards with the seats people sits can rotate once the individual has tighten his seat-belt. The irony is the higher you go the cooler it becomes and the downer you go it becomes hot, so based on this philosophy Venus is cooler as compared to satan or pluto. What you hear the white folks are telling you that mercury is hot while Satan is cold is just a hoax to delude you from ultimate truth, just lies. This is a wake up call to the luo, kikuyou you are digging your own grave, i mean nelson is a thorn in the flesh to you. This purely what was being waited for and thats the beautiful thing guys. Kev huyo dem akijipa, piga kupiga, usijali mtu wangu, usisite mzeya- ngeli ni kupiga kupiga kk sawa mtu wahs. Latoya whats wrong with Robinson even if it means sex? What has she done or upto “ask Latoya” Kevin saying she cries as if she has been stubbed by a knife and she is dying the next minute. Wajamani analiya ni kama kwamba amedungwa na kisu- motho ywak deadly. “Kenny saying” Minaj am completely full cf and what is remaining or the only thing remaining is me to visit our toilet OT, what about you nikey? Amani hawa watu wanataka nini, what do they want with me? “Amani” Wanadhani matako yako ni soft na laini, ni kama kwamba they want to strip you, or matako yako ni kubwa kwa thog you have just hidden them in your baggy trouser. “Kevin” Thats utter stupidity man, hiyo ni ujinga, mimi ni chali, am a guy who sleeps in chali style, looking up Lu-ocifer. Owhoma aka Raila amolo, is following me as if he does not know his next meal or aint sure for food, looking for what to eat bursting into rage. Go for screp metal SM and sell dude wacha fitina, stop being lazy BL, blow job, big lips, booty luo, llithuania, blunder etc Nikey get this straight, this your boy aka nelly, alias mondy, also called kevinelson that charismatic man and he is there for you waiting like never before What we want is kids who can survive both good and hard-times no single sided SS, SWEET, slow sex. African foods AF, baf, chaf, raf, saf . the white folks want to destroy the black genes BG- booty greeks, gergians, big gums etc- they are jealous as in they want to give agikuyou name so that folks are inclined to them out of the new found fuel or oil- beautiful black women love money and thats its but we got artificial insemination mark you my-a, think twice- look before you lip. Mya mbolo changu haitachapaa wewe, forget about rumours girl, will not cane you. Row row your boat gentle down the streem, merily merily merily merily life is about a dream- mochanda, odera my new boat, catch, while nikey my new catch in lake michigan, brook in lake salina, ks rather superior not ontario. Mahewa kwa hiyo crib, loud music magdalin, maisha ni sambamba, good girl GG, goal goal, game gina, georgian games. Hike the volume please mariah carey- dont you know i love you. Spare me that- mya rebuking- kevin saying KS- wanna love you up my ladies. Take it cool, i mean easy- you got not just a man but a motivator beside you. My thing is polite, but sometimes rude when rebuke- not young in the game- kikuyouth but mature and old- si mchanga but angali msoo, yaani mkubwa kwa game- get this straight keyshia!!! Get me on this email: [email protected], confirm phonenumber with that mail please. Obama barrack OB, comboa, save or stop thing stupid act, running a cartel on bullish where you pay them some money out of the profit gotten from the money deposited then you give them a little commission.So seem the bulishtrade a/c is closed so they are wild at me not knowing its made or designed that way to create fear on your side. It is not you that should always be happy when receiving but when you loose you became bitter. When you win its good when you loose its a pyramid scheme. It brings the truth on both sides. So you want to come to Kenya to meet your folks- stop killing people, obamadareraila, same as trumputtin- fuck you. Your daughters got no man or nigro,i can be one to save their desperation. Nikey,miayadirer was found beaten out of what he has explained above-babe save me girl, dont leave me in this mess girl. Always i will be there for you, every-time by your side and love you in any way you want or desire, baby girl dont leave me hanging, get this straight girl- one blood and forever in your arms. Just like you killed muamar gadafi MG the same indictment falls on you if you dont stop this bull-shit. Miaka tano sasa but my thing ijakuwa disected or katika au digested nitamwacha soon huyou dem. My thing is digested or dissected ni her thing wajamani. Read all my only two posts my friends. Girl i will give it my best shot BS- bur sianda, my best trial BT.The match between me and maya starts off next sunday, we are going to inaugurate that chemistry, i mean rekindle that love, make it official, folks i men the game will open up on sunday. With me an just eating my ground nuts one by one, i mean bits by bits no streess or stressing out and on my table a little bit of coffee mixed with lemon fully ready for that fateful night. Love and hip- hop before they went to the graveyard was gilbart ombeva as young joc folks- search that name on your FB. Am eating the groundnuts moja kwa moja but sometimes mbili kwa mbili but not tatu kwa tatu. Maya incase of distress between us do not give some-else the job girl- i will rectify my mishaps. The dimba, play will be live live and will kick off as usual or planned friends. Steve oburu of KIM college and works at tuff foam mall was Raila in on tuesday newspaper. Check the teeth structure folks. Go to the factory and check for him no keeping on saying am that or this and you know well his residence or working ground, needs New anchors to end this stupid malpractice or impersonation. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQzqbpkJlTo King of the jew- authentic, ther as vagina you know each race, keys, pakistan was goshen, costerians were taken to kenturckey by portugues, fucking, aumalindi, mang, obamalaya as Raila was kilema-uma, uncapacitated as limpimg, jesus and little children, oumafi, faces not faces used to make metals converted by the devil- lost coin parable. LAS cruces, chicken come home to roost, rumours, rumo-finished, malizwa- mfalme wa yawhodi, owhoman, nani in swahili, moses, sex, ngono, ngotruok time mochanda, wajamani fanya haraka, houses, senye as vagina, boxes spoils your mind stay away from them. Magdalin nyathini- matako yake ni kubwa nikama amechukuwa tabiyako- be sianda ne yom kama yako yawa. Mwone vile anatazama kama mochanda- ameuwa kuwa prostitute, nitakuchapa nikuchereze usipowacha hayo. Mfundishe magdalin. Blinking light BL booty lover made christo to be jailed he said indirectly that the egg should have it on top of houses for indentification and is one of the greatest invention in history. Bl big legs, lips, britons lips, booty latvian, lithuania, lozi, luo, luya, ludaites etc Blow job BJ, baba jesus, joseph, james, air blower etcJEW, few, every ward, empty wallet meaning poor and agikuyouclaim to be rich, engineering works ew and they claim to know business like madness in the wilderness not promised land PL pink lips with mfenesianda lives in nairobi, naivasha, nakuru, narok- they are gidionights loving walking in the night or prostitutes, twilight girls TG, the gikuyou etc. For them to be rich they must kill each other to share the welth and live good like 2-pac says they kill each other, kich is nyukikuyou, bee, wannaibee in nairobi, so they will rice as bible says through the discovery of oil which nelly G electric generating gadget has finished and they want to confiscate it to patent it to be rich but time is the essence, to little to late man. Now am in the process of eating my groundnuts, nakula tu njuguu na nyim nyim or sim sim ss zangu mos mos yaani pole pole, haki ya mungu nitampandilia wajamani mimi si kilema vile brook anadhani- am not todler when it comes to sex or an infant or incapacitated am fit and am jumping my friends. Sunday itakuwa mechi between me and hanah. “Nikey” kevin will you lick my ass hole i have looked for such? “Kevin” Hell no minaj? “Nikey” Then you are not a man enough for me, i will vacate and leave you for another man immediately- you are one and a half man for me. “Kevin” You mean it, you will boot me “Minaj” Hell, yes. Not Gayesus “Kevin” Fuck that lie nikey G. I will employ any tactic under the sun to encounter his ways or maneuvers, i mean i will go out my way or my reach to come up to a solution or dismantle him DH, dho hindu, haiti, hangary. The other women will incline that thing to me at reflex, right angled position RAP, raila, raisi, easy, president, yot or obtuse angle and they will transcend the pomp like you gave me the other night. Rabii is teacher, wichiter, cheater, western seanda, teanda, seacheles, teathonia divasifolia TD, the dutch, devolandana, aketch as wild sunflower. Mechi between me and maya is wednessday, the game, fight between me and my miya not Mrr jemsianda MJ, mango jew, my japanis, jokes, military jets etc, game itakuwa ana kwa ana, moja kwa moja mzeya. Nimehaidi, i swear as promise, i have made a vow, i will stuck there, nitakwamiliya, i will not leave easily, i will be rude in that area, sturborn and i gurantee you that girl, no jokes NJ, nitakuwa rudeboy as far as loving you is concerned babe, in swahili it says i will be kichwa ngumu KN- knowls, knowledge, kevinelson, kichwa ndogo as small mind sm shrude maneja in mathew sixtin ms, matako sweet, sawa, swedishona, swisswana or minute mind mm maji matamu as juo, luo, tuo as sickevin. I swear nitajikakamua kisoap, kisabuni, i will pull up my socks as sex is concerned sic-k, tuo, i mean nitafanya jitihada, babe hardwork, i mean being industrous. Natafuta wajama msichana mwenye tako, booty yake imeshiba watu wangu na imenishinda kupata. Kenyan MPs. Class compose a sentense using the word “booty or buttocks” My woman of buttocks shortly died before the night she booted me. Correct- arsenalit. Nikey has agreed with me and she made a vow that if am feeling her inside she will incline it to me without further questions or compromise, she will incline her thing for me at 90 digrees, lopez at 80 coz she still dont belief me fully, brook 70 digrees, knowls 100 digrees, braxton 120 digrees but my confidence is with L-lo she vowed it at 180 after practising to make that angle out my her love for me. Folks unconditional love. TCL tv meaning ther cianda lungore, ther chinis, cameroonians, chiles, colombiams, luongore, lando, ther ciara, cinthia lando baba. click this link friends and read all after my edition 1st to 6th post downward to get the full picture. https://web.facebook.com/nelkevy/photos This the felow that changes to uhuru kenyatta during the lounch of TNA party.. click this link for more infor: https://web.facebook.com/gilbert.ombeva… Please read in full all my first six post- got the damning truth.Electricity generating gadget EGG, tong, ego, mayai, border, kata using machete, amicable soluotion AS, booty, asembly plant, national asembly NA, illuominati, ngato achiel, one person op obama phone, asembo bay, bas, tas, mas, kas, nas, pas, ras, was, das etc Please read every comments on the first five ff post. Yaani unapump unrelentingly without stopage or further directions or instructions. Thats not raila in the news paper but a poor boda boda bb rider at bar kalare who has small feet- the one holding sudan president like the twin building in mid-town kisumu like spouces ontop of mega plaza. Someone pricking your sianda- spys, somene hitting you Shy-lock Minaj, if i find one messing with my girl, from dust he came to dust he will return, i mean i will employ every resource within my reach to make sure he goes to his grave early. Natafuta wajama msichana mwenye tako, booty yake imeshiba watu wangu na imenishinda kupata. Kenyan MPs. Class compose a sentense using the word “booty or buttocks” My woman of buttocks shortly died before the night she booted me. Correct- arsenalit. Nikey has agreed with me and she made a vow that if am feeling her inside she will incline it to me without further questions or compromise, she will incline her thing for me at 90 digrees, lopez at 80 coz she still dont belief me fully, brook 70 digrees, knowls 100 digrees, braxton 120 digrees but my confidence is with L-lo she vowed it at 180 after practising to make that angle out my her love for me. Folks unconditional love. TCL tv meaning ther cianda lungore, ther chinis, cameroonians, chiles, colombiams, luongore, lando, ther ciara, cinthia lando baba. He looked exhousted as if the vigina is finishing or has finish him, Ke please pull up your socks- jitahidi, jikakamua kisoap, kisabuni. An agikuyou just approach me and told me nelly their is no point to suffer in kenya, lost of job in developed world which are paid under the table. Just get into our cartel, we control the JKA so after we change you to the point of fitting a porch or a brief case you go to the usa or europe without incuring any cost of airticket. We place you there work those jobs when they are there but give us half of your pay come back and put it in online shares, bulishtrade or start your own business. This a big thing without doubt thats how nairobi is built or mombasa, we are really reaping from it, wish we recruit every kenyan who is willing. Message to developed world to curb this malpractice or menace, every person finger print or voice recognition should be taken and confirmed before the work is assigned. click this link. Get money online GMO We have a huge client base of upto 5 hundred thousand clientele and recruit massively daily, i mean upto 200 such people everyday- we call them go-getters. Our client base is big, we mean that folks. http://www.bullishtrade.com/ Kevinelsonmondy Ombuorading Wandeterading obama coming for adeal- toyota, hindi, usa killed this fellow mistakenly as much as the luo and kikuyou. Guys where are you at amons funeral, want to use people- forget man. PS peace summit, prodigol saviour, pier sianda, sweet, swedishona, somali, swisswana, polish, peru sianda, snitch, stupid etc pier tamu pt, pis talk, pier tychus.Mochanda unaletesha gemchezo, na pia naletesha mchezo NM, nikey minaj, minesota, mt nebo, mama neddy, nelson, matako nebraskanamibians, nigerianorwergians. The fightugo iko tight with me girl and i guarantee you that it will be the dawn of you new happines with satisfaction guaranteed leave that poor boy who pride himself but when visting the pit latrine he diarrhea like a worn out motor bike which is being repaired, Get off his mosquito chest and small nasty arms. I will never let you go or down- this goes to my girl minaj. click this link…. https://www.youtube.com/watch… Game itakuwa always tight i promise, ngumu sana NS, nelsonorwegian sianda, not snitch, snake, slow, songs etc. My skills i guess are somehow suparb after years of training. Skyls ya game SYG-araila as cigarate.Seduction mission SM, smile, sianda mongolians, mathew 16 shrude manager SM, smote, smile, seduction campaign SC, scores, sugar caneth, sean combs, sean cutter, sianda chinis, colombians, somali, swedishona, swana cianda, snake, snitch colo, chinis etc KFC- kevin furking ciara, kenyatta, keneth, kenedy fucking chinis, colombians, kenturkey fried chiken, cheese. click this link folks: https://www.youtube.com/watch… Class affirm with me, kaposis sacoma KS utacoma, kevin snitch, songs, snake, swedishona, swana, serpent, slow, kitungu saumu as ugalic, olictigah, nigah, bat, hand, buttockevin- got medication. Please knowls give it an round of applause. Nikey, brook V your hagar needs ISO certification they are polite , goodlooking and has respect. ESP nikey is hangarian according to my thersis. Wine for me brook, nikey, dance for me coz your booty now is bubbling bubling BB, bible, wife s bibi, wise, is wiggling wigling WW white women, wwf, world war, wenye wivu as WW. Hagah yako inahitaji sifa, recognition, it seems you eat to much french fries FF, figure fucking, fish firming, figure fucking, french fries like luckey to to spreed and grow the buttocks, its like they are awaiting to burst, girl dont eat much- am leting you know, if you dint know. Dot eat much, reduce your cholosterol intake babe. Chebukatea fight CF-C, cianda fat, finish, french, cianda fucking, colombian fucking. Luo fallen short fs FAT SIANDA, FRENCH sianda, snitch as nmuch as kikuyou dont have their women of such so they burst into dire anger DA-la, cianda not like uganda, TZ, jamaica got their own women.The combution of oil to drive the turbine in the engine is also an awe to me, refridgirator cooling effect also is a ciander rather a wonder. They are using tax payers TP, the pier, pritense, precidency to woe women WW- white women, pesa ya uma for kuma as vagina, ouma, kitten, paka, owhoma as Raila odinga omolo, end signs ES mark thirtin mt, matako tokre, tz, togo, tasmania etc Govt money GM, gold money, gikuyou men. NATURAL GAS ng, NGONO, SEX, NYA GOT also a myth how is mined. needs a nobel peace price in oslo; electric generating gadget EGG, tong, kata, divide, amicable soluotion AS, assembl plant, mayai,yath, trees, medication, dawa, dust, dutch, luodaite, dynamore, dark, Parable of the worker & the vineyard- dont i have the right to do what i want with my own fucking life? They do wired things hoping to come up with invention not knowing these things are devols work, and they are found in parts- parable as christ insinuates CI-anda. The white man cheat people with religion so that folks do not wake up- jesus with belzabub, if engineering works EW is satans work SW-ara, then how can you come up with innovation? Guys if you wanna live follow me. click these linkevin https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=niniola+song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uh0dp8C6UZQ https://www.youtube.com/results…Our suffering OS, Hosana, God, mungu, yahwe- weyesuna, mosquito disturb.click these links for more details- https://web.facebook.com/nelkevy/allactivity… How to generate stimaowhoma that fully eliminates gasolin. Parable of the net TN, ten nill, the negev, nigros. Vinyard parable VP, valdmir puttin, very poor, vagina poa, vice president. Worker parable WP wilo, winyo pier. Owhoma was a cook, cookiing king of the jew and serving people sp in fort jesus aka raila, right to do with my life mathew or luke 20. The least shall serve you. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsRVkN5IbQ8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EDiqCoRkuQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQWHKI4jo5k I beg of you and you denied, i mean you dint give it to me, you stuck with it, which kind of game, play, jokes, jest is that? scratch my back and i scratch yours is the rule of the thumb, is the channel.Give it to me and i will reciprocate back twice as much as you give me tonight. But babe tonight am really feeling your touch, wamth, your love- i mean am really feeling you. https://www.jumia.co.ke/jumia-tv-mania/… https://www.kilimall.co.ke/ am in deep shit of uncooth and brutal cutting by machete or panga from the kenyan govt, thats why am writting for support. And i magine christ apeared to me when i was kidnaped. He had big body BB, big battocks BB, small teath with spaces like he was from comoros, seacheles or malagasy or marry had that blood- really no one can believe, He emanated from the wall and showed me alot through body language. Believe me, tsunami in japan, india, britain and earthquake in nairobi as who to that city built on the hill. am editing and posting on my fifth post from this post or the fourth and the fifth post after this one out of security concerns that’s why am not posting up. Check it out!!!I got so many emails because g mail keeps changing your password of the already signed up email giving you difficulties the next day. So many people desire uniform password for all their logging’s but this is enmity to Yahoo and G mail. Stay out of this, let them hack my email- am better off. Get me on this mail- [email protected]. Levi as kevi to help you- no God like him in deuteronomy thirty tree DTT, donald trump, devol, david time, digitol time, the thuol, transformer, transfiguration, truth, tibet- when what you hide has been unearthed, known- how machines are made and you are poor, Jew, empty wallet, exactly, extremely white and genesis forty nine FN fating, fat nelson- stitch in time saves nine SN, snow, sianda nelson, father, frends, finish, french nelson. We call him jeshuran, jest jokes, joshua eight, Jestugo, mchezo, game, ran is mad, nuts, insane, groundnuts for discerning spirit ds, devol signs, iran was part of Egypt after darelocation out of torential rain, lost coin parable, kikuyou lower teath. The innovation still gets to you becouse kenyans cant make the accessories of making an egg, still you will make it and sell, open up you eyes- strong again economically after patenting it. Ciara is walking hurriedly on that song ft missy eliot, ME, mfalme as if she was cooking corpse and left it over the cooker but something has crossed her mind that maybe is burning or water almost drained and the neighbour maybe have been alerted by the odour or smell, so she is going to check and control the happening. The combution of oil to drive the turbine in the engine is also an awe to me, refridgirator cooling effect also is a ciander rather a wonder. They are using tax payers TP, the pier, pritense, precidency to woe women WW- white women, pesa ya uma for kuma as vagina, ouma, kitten, paka, owhoma as Raila odinga omolo, end signs ES mark thirtin mt, matako tokre, tz, togo, tasmania etc Govt money GM, gold money, gikuyou men. NATURAL GAS ng, NGONO, SEX, NYA GOT also a myth how is mined. Electricity generating gadget EGG, tong, ego, mayai, border, kata using machete, amicable soluotion AS, booty, asembly plant, national asembly NA, illuominati, ngato achiel, one person op obama phone, asembo bay, bas, tas, mas, kas, nas, pas, ras, was, das etc Please read every comments on the first five ff post. Yaani unapump unrelentingly without stopage or further directions or instructions. Thats not raila in the news paper but a poor boda boda bb rider at bar kalare who has small feet- the one holding sudan president like the twin building in mid-town kisumu like spouces ontop of mega plaza.uma is folkevin. MY barclays bank a/c was closed so no one can tell me to go and get money there- how stupid is that folks? 2go invoice also changed logging style from code sent to the phone no just to password, so it forces you to known the incumbent email address to close the a?c opened under your name. Its now futile even if you know the phone number PN, pier nelsonigerians etc just like paypal was also changed not to get into the phone line PL but jus a password. PL, pink lips, pantha leo as simba wa youdah. sianda, shida jamaicans SJ, satan jachien, shida joseph, james, jokes, johns, snake jesus, shoot, shot joseph, jeshuran, joshua etc. Most nigerians artists are ugandans due to small bodies as nigerians are heavly built, this is a plan of artificial insemination AI, accurate information or child transfered to a nation under kaguta govt to lure the world that they are nigros to get fever if oil has been overtaken as UG sing good in africah than any other country as congo. obama, trumpulin bullishtrade account frozen so they want deal, omondil to fix the reality show RS, ras swedishiona, swisswana, somali etc. DR-C congo has vast resources inclusive of food but nigeria, sudan, namibia is 80% driven fuel economy and fuel has been overtaken by Electric generating gadget EGG, tong as amicable soluotin AS, matako, chienyuma. Nigros ont claim even allegence to east africah because that fuel is now redundant, think outside the box or twice. my phone no is 0737505306 but the previous was 0718467657 which i was using in my logings which was hacked at my paypal account. click these links for more infor: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwQsp71PYlw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cSnkWzZ7ZAA https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVrEigYJiQg https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCUllMTf2uk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyleICWPZ6U https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNXTu6T20n8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bPjsDcPHks Mfalme wa yawhodi.. oniala, alabama, alamarks, mc donald ireland, ala is God, alcatel charger strong, serikal as goverment, alovera, mwarubaine etc Click this link: http://www.aptuspower.com/Default.asp https://www.youtube.com/watch… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iKT8_kbwdUA tarujhttps://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=glen+washington+mix+ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8eytBBDxkI Class tunga sentensi ukitumia neno “ Hagar”… Manzi wangu wa hagar aliniacha kidogo tu before kuhagar dunia. 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If you got to be a Muslim to wipe your ass you got to do some exercise, you bent your second finger from the thumb like making a square between the first 2 bent then after you have taken a shit you scoop kinda the remains of the fecal matter then you dont rinks with water but take water with your hands like you wanna drink and hurl into the ass-hole to clean so that you dont sprinkle water on your booty mixed with fices/mafi to smell or stink fice. And in a dark place if you got some corps of animal if you do that you hear the cracking sound like a wrapped polythene bag is being open meaning they are being converted to machine and machines are made that way. No jokes folks.

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Me kevin I have never been to the USA, the greencard on my facebook belongs to kevin sumba ks, i just omitted the name sumba and replaced it with nelson mondy using computer program using an IT specialist. There is no evidence as there is no evidence of blood grouping, dna, rna, BMI and fingerprints. I just wanted to became rich by saying NMSU and WSU universities had my money gotten from

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. My friends i have just been to rwanda and visited canada 4 one months. Being in the USA was just a hoax to gain reputation. If you call jail mates they wont recognize me coz i have lost almost half of my body weight.

I dont want to be in a country which uses money loundring tectnics to build by promoting violence in other nations then they loot and since they own those scrap metal dealarship they sell back these gates, doors, windows expensively in the aftermath. Am better off this way coz i have found new way to live which is very simple. I a nutshell i have simplify my life- a friend is helping me put this down.

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Am going to buy electric motor, dynamore and stator but hang them outside and let us sit on a round table discuss how big bodied people will pull them down and read the pictures from the internet on how to generate power then make these things the same way i was kidnaped and jacob okota, kadogo, tot, adrian and manuel went to the cyber downloaded the same and gave me in my being idle and i had to go through them and when i went to shower they took them oblivious of the fact the they were from the internet. They went to cybers in kisii town. So they were very jubiliant, the kisiis, luo and luya dat a man becames more intuitive when he is custody just like malcom x was. I mean they can think better.

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Jesusnakevineth father joseph the capentor from bar kalare baro bao, mother mary of palmers hotel. Trump and kim seeing each other as much as may and macron. North korea humbling themselves coz there is nothing in that country. Her citizens eat through online cash that is 2goinvoice.com and bullishtrade. You can see by yourself the frustrations kim is undergoing bro. Jesusophiadull was christ mothers name or jesusnakenyattadul. Obama wanna come to africah coz his scrap metal dealership is meeting competion from newly opened as much as kim and truth. Infact malia was seen in miami waiting for the cash and obama getting furious to the point of organising kidnaps and brutal killings for people who want to invest in such. Big shame BS, bur sianda men are the supreme culprits.

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and bullishtrade. You can see by yourself the frustrations kim is undergoing bro. Jesusophiadull was christ mothers name or jesusnakenyattadul. Dont come up with your own sentiments, dont say i want to occupy this parliamentary or congress seat, it will make the bandits to be on me like nothing else. People wait until the list of all the nominee are printed the be on me, find my name on the print first, folks in a nutshell look first b4 you leap. Think beyond your nose. Revelation five rf, rasa fat, flaby, rev tano RT rasa tychus, tz, togo the root of david who have the discerning spirit of what has happened or what wierd they want to do next after you partake rosted ground nuts gn- road to emaus with christ. If you take the photo of someone who was cut with panga and kinda you know him, by eating njungu you get the picture on the air who that person who cut him, we called it taswira in swahili. Good samaritan, weed parable, Jesus the rabbi, teacher, cheater, wichita bwana. The cia give such to everyone in the country then by partaking the ground nuts you have the picture of all those responsible for that weird act. My facebook name is kevin monde check it out folks and wandeterading ombuorading Son of david have mercy on us, the demondi posessed man with christo, it was David who killed Godliath as lia is cryeast in swahili not his friend who had a gun who shot him from below or beside or behind now the philistin will be on us, just have mercy on us bro. Nyasayesus, NY is empire state es, yesus.

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and bullishtrade. You can see by yourself the frustrations kim is undergoing bro. Jesusophiadull was christ mothers name or jesusnakenyattadul. Obama wanna come to africah coz his scrap metal dealership is meeting competion from newly opened as much as kim and truth. Infact malia was seen in miami waiting for the cash and obama getting furious to the point of organising kidnaps and brutal killings for people who want to invest in such. Big shame BS, bur sianda men are the supreme culprits.

The nigerian oil is not that much thats why the refinery is not built in the nation so that the truth never dawns. 70% of nigerias economy is built via bulishtrade and 2goinvoice. When you want to connect your paypal a/c with your different bank cards you wait until the 6 th minute- the curtain was torn into two in the temple after christ demise- from the time in the bank the card was given to you. The connection only occurs or can be done at the end of the 5 th hr which the bank bars you from doing by connecting it before you by simply opening a paypal a/c and connecting it a head of you. Time it even when it hasnt reach exactly 6 th hr, start doing it from the last minutes of the 5 th hr to succeed. Banks does this out of jealousy and two, so that the paypal thing is redundant and you find some money to open another one. Dust is the serpent food with christ. The obama and likes wants the Nigro divas to come to africah, so they go out their way to organise teroristic activity and they use the money gotten to build premises and houses to attract these beauties and two they wanna come and sleep with them this side coz someone like obam when he sleeps with them in americah it will be known and otherwise tint his image or name. Morever Uganda, tz and some kenya divas are organised to sleep with the like of obamacron when they visit africa in that that hotel room morever to pick money- their share. In AU they discus terorism in ther earpiece, should be put to public to hear like in the kenyan parliament currently. These presidents cant steel elections nomore and they will be poor president so the merge and discuss their rich exit bro. This like pulse rate machine, bmi, blood grouping and fingerprints are in place to curb their overstay in power through stealing or rigging of votes bwana, donge joluo, collins uttering in eeh in mshangao, amusement.

They have given you headache to the point of wanting to kill you, so if justice want to surface they look at you with kitten like face, the still not relenting wanting you to get into their jig/dance or simply their absurdities. The tribe of simeonelson tos, tossing a coin, tosha, enough has killed so many in his ginger rather anger in genesis 49 or deuteronomy 33. The people who transform and get into his belly, killed them in the stomach, ten minas parable- you can google the chapters above folks. Also through posting nude photos of women in the youtube, for example divasgram and on facebook at his a/c kevinelsonmondy wandeterading ombuorading- the ndethe women in their thongs and showed many people how to get money online through

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and

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which is blessing in disguise to the techno-savvy but who uses the free money to sponsor vita/violence and terorism or inter-estates fights like east and west side thing in a mericah. Sponsoring bad boys to literally kill in brutal solidary as to cut with machete/panga or beat up other fellows. The nigerian oil is not that much thats why the refinery is not built in the nation so that the truth never dawns. 70% of nigerias economy is built via bulishtrade and 2goinvoice. When you want to connect your paypal a/c with your different bank cards you wait until the 6 th minute- the curtain was torn into two in the temple after christ demise- from the time in the bank the card was given to you.

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He has given me dick to fuck, i sing to hosana praise the lord, Noel saying within his heart in the bible study, Olimpadul say in soliloquey, he has given me big big booty to be caressed, oh osingo sana praise the lord- the maltitude shouting like kevinelson. Minaj in NY insinuates he has given me bankable and flaby lips to be kissed, osingo sana lets praise the lord, brook singing, he has given me big and nice breast to be touched, ohsingosana lets praise the lord, J-LO saying he has given me good-looking and well comb pussy to be fucked, ohsingosana congregation lets praise the lord and Lords name to be praise. click this link bro beside

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In the begging satan/devaura gave Godliath power and sent him to create the earth. God is dead philosophy and thats why the jew people wants to kill the root of david because david was the one who killed Godliath whom satan had given power to create whats on earth but not the earth coz it was there but void and without shape. It had no light it was dark. Godliath was given immense power to create the earth the way he wants with everything therein. The hebrewomen changed the bible for Good even blasphemies in deuteronomy were list not one but removed coz people could have not worshiped God but just dwindling on the blasphemy to escape hell. It was error of complete reversal mtu wangu.

Adam and Eve deceiver was Raila- worker and vineyard parable- he had luyah/sweet bwana blood as the curse, kamba among others. He had grandchildren and many wives as children so the curse was that he will not die unless beaten or accidents and was extended to his grandsons as well and wives as sons. This was at the epicenter of the middle of the Garden which is the tropical lands tl, the lion, liar or equotorial lands EL, yel at nyandiwa, nyani/monkey haioni kundule which is red at bar kalarediandians in Gem kenya. The monkey took their clothes while they were making love in the dronding- king of the jewomen. Men like women strong, i will make, as the bible promises also israel will rise up just like in south africah the hills have risen up. They were in slavery in egypt 4 400 years so they knew automation and they became indipendent. The jew family includes joseph as french father ff, they gave him women from mars from the hole- many wives, mfalme wa yawhodi, zebulan is buljeria, simba wa yougoslavia with gossips as the lion of judah, dan is luthuolnia, Guard is russia, benjamin is japan, rueben is belgium, asher is finland, isachar is spain, naftali is itali, simeon is siberia etc

God curse to adams deceiver was that he will be like snakes meaning there were snakes b4 not that at that time they became snakes.

Rod of david ROD as sex they love in revelation five rf, at that time the root of David was one person not a clan or a family. Indians can see what you are seeing at that time but not tomorrow, next week or year. It is fore-boarding spirit of to foretell the future. Sorcerers foretell the future so if so they are socerers as the magi-ikuyou, magicians. In Solomons or davids reign everything was pure Gold so if you love Good things they purpote you are davids root, so by looking they kill you in their game called illuominatea. David was also sharp so they kill the root of david who loves to look at things just like their grandfather to eliminate fully davids roots/mizizi.

My posts on youtube are found on the 1st 10 photos of each bar on youtube, i comment going down. you can locate them at these organisations. Google branches of UN and copy paste each on youtube submit and find my posts, psi, igad, icepea, world 20 best hotels, car companies of the world, as well as boats, motor bike, aeroplain, electronic company eg LG, fast foods company of the world eg wendies and spangles, best supermarkets of the world eg walmart, Trump with puttin, may, french president, german chancelor, banki moon and vice versa, tyra banks show, ophra winfrey show, trump meeting asian, North American leaders, african, latin american leaders, EU, ecowas, comesa, minaj, eminem, wiz khalifa, j-lo, beyonce, justin bierber songs, davido, wiz kids, rehanna and diamond songs , churchil raw, live, kevin hurt show among many. Folks get them there incase of my demise.

Trump and uhuru meets in washington DC shortly terror attack at riverside nairobi, shortly again obama barracks want to pay east africa a vist, not long enough the money at riverside is gotten in briefcase in central kenya which obama wanted to pocket. They organised terroristic attack in hotel with rich people loaded with cash in their laggages. Same to malaysian air which wesley nolen and his likes managed to bring down, swiss president meets uhuru shortly terror attack in Brussels train transit then he heads to usa to get his share. French president also wanted his share, the money was not fake it was real that was their printing to swindle the public if the truth dawns. They are terrorists same to the kenya post election violence victims who were killed in the bus and wa kenyatta was the planer as insinuated by waki philips tv commission.

When

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is disenebled the huge populated countries like india and pakistan, france, Germoney want to go to war with each other to confuse the public as they cant now feed their ego or population but still wants to maintain their reputation. The rich elites wants to maintain the status quo by eliminating the inteligent poor ip- ipo, hips. This goes as far as siren gas or nuclear war heads.

They are still tougheaded, they still want to kidnap me. Within the kid nap they bring corpse so i make jets for them, when i tell them planes uses gas, they withdraw machete wanting to cut me with. Oumamolodingagwambo and his like like witch doctor okota of homa bey. Sophia let me mummor quitely on my food or when am eating, stop being an intruder Ai or stop disturbence. We angunyi moss e-chiemba bwana jawuolo ni rather jawuoro as mchoyo, rd to emaus with christ. Wacha ni ngurume pole pole katika chakula changu, wacha ulafi bwana akweri-donge luo.

click these links and get my full picture and then rest raila tell him to remove the shoe and we check the toe by removing his shoes. He got missing toe-king of the jew and got bewitching gap on the upper teeth.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6nXosOCjQg

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q/videos

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwuu3g6VLhCwPTRYAWSx32Q/playlists

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1TLKL0R0blg

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https://www.youtube.com/feed/history

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Click these links and get to read the comments under kevin nelson who is me on my post on these you tube links

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click this link friends and read all after my edition 1st to 6th post downward to get the full picture. Copy paste links dat starts with https, you can put them in google bar and then you submit to see the real and full information. Under search the web category or search with google or enter address option. see how power is produced using a motor and a generator stater

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This the felow that changes to uhuru kenyatta during the lounch of TNA party.. click this link for more infor:

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If you want to remove your phone number in facebook as the recovery option your scrol down your fb page on your phone, then click privacy and setting icon then click personal information bar pi, then click remove phone number then it will signal you, cant do that b4 you add a new phone no or an email address. If you add a new email address which was closed by google a long time that if you log in it shows you that google cant recognise it or if you go back to your fb a/c and you delete dat a/c to service then you can log into dat a/c using the password alone- mfalme wa yawhodi- which if you forget dat passcord you can neither send a cord to dat phone no or recovery email option. You will never get into dat a/c again but if you open a new fb a/c and you input your former fb name then you can only be able to see your profile nothing else. Shame to mark zukerbag, dat what he ope to invest in and tell people in print or when he visit your city not going to a restaurant well be4 lunchtime as early enough.

With me i open my fb a/c using the phone no and friend pretend you are me and log into fb using my phone no 0718465053 and then on the password option input camelzebra or just guess eny passcord lets say amomollo or anything and log in. It will tell you dat the password dat you’ve entered is incorect, forgotten password? Then click on recover your a/c- worker parable then it will show you the options to recover. At this time is when you came to tell if a person got one recovery option with the number or email or non if he used email not number to open the fb A/C. Dont follow with a panga at night running doing your back like a snake who has been hitten with a big stone or i took part of your loaf, sima or meat stew. When recovery is email then when is deleted you cant as well recover dat a/c. You can check dat email with opening a gmail a/c and do the same as i did above with fb to also check on the recovery options under it and try to recover it which if you cant as well you cant log into dat fb a/c again.

My email is

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and pasword is southafrica12

If you got some money and not going to church the church pastors search for you and the pay other folks to facilitate their agendas like boda boda riders, the beat you up and the next somebody the have sent to you by meeting tells you christ things so you channel your way to church in that your life will change, people wont follow you. After you visit the church they tell the same folks the sponsor to slow down on you, so you stop to witness such occurrence and your friends and children will follow suit to attract others to church. The want your offering plus your wife and kids, thats why they ask you, u aint married yet to add more money to their bucket as tiths and offering. Abraham wanted to kill Isaac coz he took church offering he left on the stone alter. The recovery email is

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for the email named above.

Ruto behind kevins beating, the fellow who help beat him up was a huge dude not the one who is a round- malachi five- who to the people who long to see the day of the lord. Museveni kaguta mk, mkora, mkate, matako kenyatta as well is behind this, matako kalenjins.

I eat is in you hse you insinuate, kendo nagoyo madongo, nilikuwa nakula kubwa kubwa, sema chenye unataka rose, and presicely partly is the reason why am supply and somehow fat as healthy, tum gimidwalo, nega kiero. Folks are you sure if you kill big kev, you will get his things, it amounts to absolute nothing if you dont manage to withdraw him his with pulse rate machine in mind, bmi and blood group after his death. It will only benefit you if you can delete his shit in facebook which he has disenabled by using an email address he know not, just guessed a long one at the time of opening say a long biological word as phylumcodatachiropractor and added some numbers by dialing the number sections on the keyboard at a/c opening time without looking and submit and the fb a/c was opened and with password he copy pasted a word in fish ferming in agentina which he knows not, so after signing off he cant get back to that a/c as per the reason laid above.

Click these links below bro about fish farming in argentina or just google it

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The password rest within these word b4 adding some numbers without seeing, or he just pressed rapidly.

Please BE CAREFUL this the password he pested adding 345 with other two numbers.

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The get into the same plane for example boeng 777, they get into the basement at JKIA and they are tought how to cut wires with plies that if are connected makes the plane fall. These people transform into rodents and again in the laggage center transform to people to cut the said wires, the likes of raila, another sheila who fell from US navy ship now with redened eyes, and susan who owns a pub in ksm. They fell the 1st malaysian air, the red bus from western to Nairobi snd now the Ethiopian air liasing with indians, uhuru, obama, museveni and ruto in the mix among many other individuals. How do i know folks? If you know the named above, if you got some rapport with them, if you partake big brown ground nuts, by looking at the picture of the accident, for example the ethiopian airways on the net, you see the whole drama plus those who planned it on air, just like an alcoholic sees his own things when drunk but to you is real. Mfalme wa yawhodi. Nigros are the ones responsible for all these coz they promise these people love by saying they are this and that tribe. This push the tribe to get money in anyway possible to the point of committing crime. They go to the point of saying they wanna come back making these fellaz zealous. This is two fold, the want these people to be killed to reduce the population for them to come and enjoy or build for selected divas hotel, house and premises to please them. The french, norwergians, Germans, britons, spanish knows clearly which part of the earth they got these people from and history is bold enough to tell us the whole occurence but they will be rude and not accept, so at the end of the day is the white man. Arabs were also there b4 so they can clarify where the nigros were got- goat parable, church you can google please. Luya also share the brunt, they know how to get money online at

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and the software at weed weed ww cyber and how to connect paypal a/c with bank a/c at the last minutes of fifth hr from the time the card was given to you, not one card but many cards as much as junior a/cs who the lion of judah tribe in genesis 49 got that name from but still working for wahindi even after some of them have done that, evident by their resignation from hindu hard jobs and buying their own tuk tuk and motor bikes. The ones who are still working can enquire from those who have resigned and leave working for the hindu so that they get other indians like them to work for them, even people watching premiere leagues should stop coz they are facilitating money loundring as those matches are payed with the invoice cash, the officials get money from the a/c and thats what they do in their offices all day long- i mean they have been targeted. Ethiopia and Malaysia annihilate these motherfuckers, cutthroat dogs, know nothing but priding themselves people, people who dont liesten, whose backs are bents as prophet isiah pi says let their backs be bent forever in the biblia.He gets into someone who is traveling to Ethiopia or malaysia and the get to that plane whom they want to fell inside someone who also changes as them and when the plane lights put off the change to rodents at the back seat, get that pliers or bomb in the laggage and fell the plane but with them they are safe out of transforming into rodents hidding in a coolar or the black box waiting to be saved, they can even change to fish and swim. With BMI matchine do not forgive them as the bible says.

They even operate people who they have organised travel 4, and put bomb inside the bell the likes of raila plays with it by hidding it more when the felled is being scanned at the entrance or at the way leading to boarding the plane. He takes it to the spinol cord, back coz the sensor sense the sides and front more, but when you move as getting off the matchine, they talk to him and move it towards the belly so it is not detected. The luos have became terorists. The uk, france, usa, italy should have a go slow as standstill in their operations as their economy is driven via 2goinvoice.

These fellas have been target as they have been given daily 2goinvoice target to withdraw from, i.e the fifa officials.

Let the plane have bright lights on the laggage center to bar these fellas who change from transfiguring or let welding machine be incorporated and the wire emanating from the matchine be zigzaged allove the laggage unit to electrocute these individuals, let the feaces fall to the air not getting into the sewer chamber of the plane in the cargo carrying unit. They use the lavarate to flash gadgets down and that someone down gets into the chamber and gets it. Let that be abolished. As a passanger boarding the plane, let your legs be fitted with a scanner or sensoring gadget so you dont change as it will be known. The rule of the thumb is those who change are not partaker of sour things st, soda should be administered in the airpoart to see those who cant drink sour solution so that the gadget to be fixed on them to avoid transfiguring at night in the plane for other purposes unknown to us, for example the fanta soda can do that.

They even use match box size drills gotten from neel deep hardware in ksm to perforate holes into the gas cylinder to fall the plane- the hindu and the British and precisely thats why they brought them in East Africa. After the plane falls the money gotten is used to buy players at English premiership. Who to those who trust in Egypt in the book of isiah and i will humble Egypt in the book of Jeremiah and Ezekiel who was kierehere.

The dashboard section of the plane ought to have hard wires so the likes of raila dont cut them with pliers to confuse the pilots leading to plane loosing control then crushing and should as well be fitted with cameras, not to mention the luggage side to see who is there and going on- king of the jew beside incorporating whigh voltage wires to electrocute those who transfigure. Who to the people who long to see the day of the lord in malachi four. When this is put in place fellas you wont hear of rampant plane crush pc- pier cianda, chinis, cynthia, collins, pagamum church etc.

African countries should not operate planes, e.g, kenya, uganda, tz airways among many other poor nations because they are curious but not engineers at all, they scrutinize the plane which in other-way makes it not safe for travel hence planes fall. They wanna know more about the the plane crush. The aero-plane company e.g, rolls roy, boeng, air bus should not sale planes but operate these planes in every nation en themselves to avoid scrutiny and plane crush or just simply such happenings or occurrences.

Plane companies should talk the next day in the media but when the ground crew puts cut hack saw somewhere down there and then tell the changer where is located to use it to cut wires that leads to the pilot sector to fall the plane. To me its a cartel and with my explanation the deal has gone sour. When the money in the plane surpasses the money which was used to buy the plane even three times, what is the loss folks to the company and at the same time benefit to the beneficiaries of the deceased as the will be compensated as much as when the plane is insured we will get new plane. What is Mr trump?

Stop laughing when something is critical or looking in the news paper by the photos you have taken as if looking in owe or amusement, as if your deal has gone sour or that someone has hit a mega jackpot and you want to share in his happiness. Friends, pro-act, send missiles to stipa in ksm where they partly train people to fall planes. When one is a terrorist he lacks respect, look at you directly in the eye until you vanish and his eyes on the upper eye lids curves up like wanting to form a triangle. That how they are known. Morever terorists kidnap people without proper reasons and when truth surface they deviate in their reasoning. World reduce electricity to 50 volts for houses to thwart AE technologis coz people are testing 120V-250V motors. Flouresent and energy saver uses between 30-50 volts, Radio and TV uses 24v as much as laptops. Why cant we reduce electricity to 50 volts. Well how will fridge work or cooker let them be fitted with step up transformer to transform 50 volts to maybe 120V or 250V then this pride will vanish, believe me you fellas.

People should not be killed but funded, many got big idea in later years if you kill them early like they wanted to kill Nelson Monde, you wount have heard all these. So killing people is white man idea to rob the earth more knowledge and so that the killed people spirit hovers around and help them locate what other dedicated fellas are up to.

Look like a child stop looking at someone in the eye all through like you disrespect him or he has known your bad side or deeds.

Kenya is rich they say, picture your car with you and they locate its price these side and how much money can do in Africa, stop all these silly scrap. But dont just buy a fake care and take photos with it giving Africans hope that you are that side and we are these side and we got nice cars than you then America is just good in TV. Developed world should crush cars which look like for the poor period. Indians add women period to sources, UN and KEBS should pro-act. Shoes inside got something like half size hack saw glued inside the soul- shindiyo. EHH-vivyo hivyo-donge omera.

The USA leaving Venezuela coz now there is nothing in that country which they were upto out of AE technologies in kevin monde facebook a/c, view using your phone as well as arabia world and they have realize all kev is saying is in youtube and he has well provided the gmail a/c he used to comment on youtube and the pasword as well as the recovery option. Now they cant kidnap him coz he removed the phone number.

Sonko is giving toy market 5 million coz he twitted me its over and blocked and he cant stand to see that happening, i mean he is ready to die and he is using that platform to tell the world something as well as wa kenyatta potraying indirectly how kikuyou are criminal with him he is malagasian. How do we know folks? By their small, tiny teeths.

The women whose body was chopped into parts in Eldoret, i dont know kitale was cut by power saw ps by asenol who is a tuitor in taxi business among many others- just eat ground nuts and see the complete picture by looking at that incident on youtube or newspaper provided you know the culprits.

Atm should be fitted with BMI to avoid bank theft or the bank ought to buy pulse rate machine as well as bmi to identify its customers. When they kill all of your next of kin, the bank has a holiday to share your money if they manage to kill you. A software should be provided to enable you check the money online and you can post it on facebook or twitter for friends to find if that money has been withdrawn in-case of your demise. It should just be there even if you die a natural death, the government either should not take it as bond coz also them can kill ya.

French president has come to collect his share of the ethiopian air as to the ksh 20M of harambe stars. Check the newspaper fellaz.Hellen rasta wazungus as much as barry of highway and now Australia were part of the plot as much as hindu to induct the luos on how to fall the boeng plane so that its customers shift attention to Europe. Macron Emanuel twitted me that, he is partly Hindu, he sees what you are seeing at the same time not an hour later or tomorrow. How can they give you blue carpent treatment while stile serving then they left you in owe- the salary minimal utters obamaitchel. We must do anything under the sun or we must go out our way to get mone as money.

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The True Kings Ch.6 “The Plan”

A/N: I really am not thrilled with this one (am I ever??) But I had to get this damn story moving. So much has happened in the span of 3 days so after this chapter we will move a LOT faster (next chapter is crazy).

Pairings: Idk they have to figure it out (lol)

Rating: Teen ( I may have some course language)

Word Count: Look it’s over 2000 but not 3000 that’s all I’m gonna say...

Summary: Liam proposes a unity tour for Drake and Riley’s engagement. Olivia has a plan to find Boss.

Catch up: Chapter 1 1.2 2 3 4 5

"Father will kill us if he knew we were down here, Liam."

"No he won't....we are almost there." Leo and Liam walk through the dark corridors of the palace dungeon. He tried his best to hold the flashlight sturdy, to seem unafraid, but really all he wanted to was hold his brother's hand. But 10 year old's don't hold their big brother's hand--not even if they are in a scary dungeons...right? No...he had to stop her from screaming, protester or not, he had to help her.

They reached the caged cells where a figure is huddled in the corner trying to keep itself warm rocking and moaning.

"M-Miss...we brought you this." Liam pushes the blanket through the openings of the cell.

"Yeah and this..." a frustrated Leo carelessly slides the plate of bread onto the floor under the opening of the cell

"Ok I helped! And I made sure you didn't get yourself killed down here. Can we go now?"

Leo turns on his heals to leave as Liam watched the figure. It scurries to the bread like a hungry rat.

"You two are the King's boys aren't you?" The figure stampers closer to the cell walls to get a better look. "Yes you are aren't you? You came down here to show me kindness?" She says through her toothless grin.

"They don't usually feed the prisoners....I just thought it might help you get through--"

"Stop talking, Liam." Leo grabs his brother's arm to leave "We must be going ma'am. May God be with you."

"God!" The protesters smile fades, as her eyes fill with rage. "How dare you. You come down here with your day old bread and flea ridden blankets and speak of God! I will die soon but you..you and your selfish family will suffer till the very last one of you are plucked from that throne." Her voice screeches as she clings to the bars. The boys are frozen where they stand.

"Your father thinks he is God and so did his father and so do you. BOTH OF YOU. You sit on your throne of lies and murder any person who knows the truth about you. But the True Kings will come to claim their throne back. To rid Cordonia of the blood thirsty impostors your family is. Ha! You’re all going to die. Your father...then you...then you!" Her laugh echos throughout the dungeon.

"Let's go now!" Leo orders as he takes his little brother's hand quickly stepping away from the cells. They don't let go of each other even as they reach the large door, still hearing her behind them:

"The True Kings will kill you! Every last one of you!"

"That's why I feel we should be having a serious discussion about a wall surrounding our borders, your majesty. I know it may be costly but I have a 38 step plan that if implemented--."

"You mean a 138 step plan, Scribes. Your idea is hogwash!"

The two men bicker back in forth, Lord Scribes and Colonial Martin. They are polar opposites and argued like cats and dogs on a daily basis, but they were loyal to Cordonia. At least that is what Liam hoped having called them to his office.

"I didn't call you two here to speak on border patrol. We all know this is a domestic matter."

The men silently nod in agreement.

"You majesty, if I may, now that we know the True Kings are behind the attack the other night and that mishap yesterday, I propose..." Colonial Martin's voice gets lower as he speaks. "we implement your father's tactics on the issue.."

"Surly you are not going to go around killing anyone with connection to that group! Sire, that's preposterous!" Lord Scribes sits up in his chair."The True Kings are a peaceful group on the basis of legacy and heritage. We cant just go exterminating them because of a few miscreants!"

"Sounds like you know a lot about them, Scribes."Martin says with a sly smile.

"Why I--"

"No one is accusing you of anything. And no I don't think my father's tactics are the best way to go for this issue." Liam taps his fingers together as he leans back into his leather chair. "The intruder yesterday mentioned that the attack was done by one person. The True Kings now approve of it but initially they were not out to kill me.Therefore we will continue to look for that sole individual and keep a close watch for anymore attacks."

Martin scoffs, "You father's actions may have been harsh but they kept this monarchy alive...literally. It would be foolish to not look at your father's rule as an example of how you should conduct leadership."

Liam could feel his leg beginning to shake underneath his desk. He places a firm hand on it just a his father would do. There were very few things that could get Liam riled up but one was to compare him. He hated that. Growing up the younger brother of a future king, his life was built on comparisons. He was the spare, and therefore he must be identical to his brother's achievements in every way. It was a feat twice as hard given that Leo was handsome charismatic and even great in his diplomatic studies. Liam foolishly believed that after his brother's abdication that the comparisons would stop. But instead of his brother he had to compete with his father now. A competition he feared he could never win. His father was ruthless, one trait that Constantine had always noted that neither of his sons had.

His leg shook at a rapid pace forcing him to stand up from his chair. The two men look up at him in shock. He tries to play the emotional act off and walks to his bar for a drink. After a few deep breaths and a small glass of brandy, Liam turns back to the men with his diplomatic smile.

"Gentlemen, I have developed my own plan. Yes, my father did great things for this country, but he also prolonged another generation of problems for me to fix. I want the monarchy secure for my successor and I believe that we must tighten the bond within our own ranks."

Liam sits back at his desk. "Many of our nobles have fled the palace. Fearing that it is too dangerous here. We must fix this first. Our power is only a strong as those that believe in us. We need them here...all of them."

"Well how do you suppose we do that...drag them to court kicking and screaming?"

Before Liam could answer Scribes, there's a knock on the door. He smiles as the door begins to open. Liam barley slept 4 hours last night trying to form his plan and walking through the door was his answer.

"Ahh Lady Riley." Liam walks to her guiding her to towards the men. Her brows furrow in confusion he ignores it. "I would like you to meet two members of my privy council Colonial Marian and Lord Scribes. Please have a seat."

Riley takes a seat in between the two men. She tries to catch Liam's eye but he only looks at her for a second or two. He needs this to go accordingly.

"Lady Riley recently got engage."

The men congradulate her and she nods a thank you, still more confused as ever.

"Her wedding can become the very thing that brings our nobles back, showing our solidarity and strength."

"Are you proposing a unity tour?"

"Indeed, Lady Riley and I will go to our absent nobles and personally ask them back to court an support her union."

Through the corner of his eye he can see Riley' eyebrows rise in shock. There was a large lump in his chest he couldn't swallow. He knew he should have asked her first. But there wan't time.

"Well, I do believe that that is a splendid plan. Cordonians love celebrations. And since we will not have a royal wedding anytime soon, one for our newly elected duchess just may be the distraction this country needs while we fix this whole True Kings situation." Scribes beams as he turns to Riley (her eyes still trying to stare daggers into Liam). "I wasn't that pleased when the king announced you were to become a duchess, but you are proving your loyalty and for that I thank you."

Riley sees the hopeful eyes of the three men. "Anything for Cordonia." Her statement sounded more like a question a she shrugged and smiled to them.

"We don't have very much time to prepare." Colonial Martian stands to his feet bowing to the king as he begins to walk out the door. "Our guards must be ready this tour must start soon if not within the week."

"The week but--" Riley tries to interject but Lord Scribes is right behind Martin.

"Yes if we can get the unity tour out of the way within a month or two, she can be wed by June. Everyone loves June weddings."

The two men continue their conversation even as the door closes behind them, leaving Riley and Liam alone. The lump grew 3 times once he could bock Riley's glares.

"Riley, thank you for th--"

"Oh you want to thank me? Now! Why not wait till my June wedding!"

"Listen Riley we need a distraction. My monarchy is at stake I hoped that you would be willing to help in the matter."

"Our friendship is at stake! And you didn't give me that option Liam...oh I'm sorry your highness!"

She stands to feet and marches toward the door.

"So are you saying you don't want a grand wedding...one fit for a queen. I'm giving you that even though..." He couldn't say the rest that damn lump was beginning to choke him.

"I'm saying I would have liked the opportunity to agree to this.To be thankful and appreciative and on bored with anything you ask. But you didn't ask me you are forcing me to do this. And what's worse you didn't even include Drake. It's his wedding too Liam I'm marring Drake not ..." Riley storms out of the room choosing to finish her sentence where he couldn't hear. "You!"

..but he heard it just the same.

Issac rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His body was sore, well mostly his face and chest. Wherever Olivia fist landed currently hurt like hell. But that pain couldn't compare to his anger after seeing the scars on her body. Or the disappointment on her face when he told her his plans to join the True Kings.

He needed to explain himself to her. He had to clarify to her that his intentions where never to kill Liam but to expose Constantine's decades of tyranny. Issac can still remember leaving his only home, the duchy that had been stripped from his family, along with their title.

Issac still remembers walking into his father’s bedroom, seeing his dad curled up on his bed holding a picture of his mother, sobbing into the bed. 7 year old Issac rubbing his father’s back.

“It’s ok papa…” young Issac says to his weeping father.

Issac lays in the bed of the royal palace, a courtesy gift along with a bogus title of being a Count were the only forms of an apology Constantine thought to give.

A sharp tap on the door drew Issac out of his thoughts.

Olivia bounding through, wasting no time for him to answer.

“So you want to help me?”

“Help you?” Issac sits on the edge of his bed, and watches the determined woman pace in front of him. She was thinking. He loved to watch her think, he always have. The way she would suck in that pink bottom lip, the way her eyes would zone out as if she was planning 5 steps ahead. He didn’t know what her plan ways. He never knew, and never dared try to guess the workings of Olivia Nevarkis’ mind, but it was a beautiful mind, one that aroused him just as much as her body.

“You want to help me find Boss right?”

“Yes of course!”

“Ok so I never saw him…well I’m assuming it was a man. I did hear him talking to Mick but I was more focused on the words than the actual tone. And I didn’t get to see where I was taken…BUT I did see a hallway.”

“A hallway?”

“Yes for about 5 seconds before…” Olivia rubs the back of her neck. “Before Mick found me….Anyway yes I saw a hallway and I have seen that hallway before. I figure if I find the hallway—“

“You will find Boss.”

“Correct.”

Issac rubs his back-still sore from his falls to the ground. “So what are you going to do sneak into every noble’s home and patrol their hallways?”

“You know you should really put something on that nose of yours…I think it’s swelling.” Olivia’s sly smile sweeps her face watching Issac jump to his feet speeding to a mirror. “Oh don’t worry I’m sure a swollen nose will not hinder your pursuit of sleeping with every woman in Cordonia. No I don’t plan to sneak into their homes. I will be invited in. Apparently hobo Drake has decided to chain himself to Lady Riley—I’m sure you have slept with her too.”

“I haven’t slep—“

“Anyway. Liam has decided-for some bizarre reason—that it’s a good idea to support this sham of a union. He has formed a unity tour starting in a couple of days.”

“So while Liam is promoting the engagement trying to unify his nobles you—“

“I plan to follow and find out which noble is betraying him.”

Olivia smiles from ear to ear, it’s a real smile not a condescending one she has on most of the time. It’s one that she only shows when she is happy or she has a plan and right now –for a split second- she has both.

“I just have one question. Why do all this? Why not just run up to Liam tell him what you know… Let his guards deal with it?”

“Liam thinks I am responsible for the attack at the Homecoming Ball.” Olivia sits down in a nearby chair, and though her face was stoic her tone was hurt.

“Nah..I don’t believe that, Cherry. You should just—“

“You didn’t see the look in his eyes yesterday, Issac. He may not admit it now- knowing him he will wait till he has undoubted proof—but he thinks I’m involved.” Olivia shakes her head. “No. we are doing this my way. “

“We?”

With a sigh of frustration she stands up. “You’re the only one that…knows about what happened. I mean I can do this on my own. I’m sure I can. I—“

He didn’t know when he stood from the bed or when he walked over to her, but before he could stop himself he had one hand at the small of her back, the other tilting her chin up staring into her green eyes. Those eyes daring him to do something.

Don’t do it Isaac. She will probably punch you again.

But telling himself not to kiss her was like telling a moth not to fly into the dangers of a flame- it was impossible. With his body hungry for the smallest sample of heaven, he dips his head to kiss those soft pink lips. Somehow, however his lips land on her finger, as she blocks their mouths from touching."

"Who did you sleep with the night of the attack Issac?"

"Umm.."

"Never mind I'm sure it was nothing personal... right?" She paces back to the door, Issac unable to move. "I am on a mission Issac, I have no time for your little escapades, if your going to help me we will do this as friends are we clear?"

She's out the door before he even answers. She walks down the hall, proud of herself for not giving into him...at least not this time.

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bullet-proofgirlscouts · 6 years

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JiminXReader - In One Week, Part - 9

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8;

Disclaimer: Angst.

“Taehyung,” Jimin called out desperately, “Is she ok?”

“Of course, she’s not ok Jimin.” he replied, his voice soft and pained, “Her grandfather passed away.”

Time seemed to stop. Jimin’s eyes widened, a sharp pang going through his heart. His stomach lurched, making him nauseous. He felt dizzy.

“What?” he gasped out.

Taehyung opened his mouth, about to reply, before he was stopped.

“Tae.” Yoongi called out, now also getting out of the car. He shut the door harshly, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “Go get her wallet, i’ll keep him company.”

The younger nodded, patting Jimin’s shoulder, before walking towards the house. As soon as Taehyung was in, Yoongi took quick strides towards Jimin, a stone cold expression etched on his face. “What do you want Jimin?” he said, standing in front of him. “What-I-how-” “Obviously, she cant talk to you right now, so i’ll pass on your message if you’d like.”

Jimin looked up at him, trying to fight the lump in his throat at the news, “Ugh, no, it’s fine. It’s something I need to tell her myself- woah!” Suddenly, out of nowhere, Yoongi grabbed Jimin's collar with both hands, pulling him forwards, a dangerous look in his eyes. ““You listen to me, Park Jimin.” Yoongi said, voice deep, “She’s already going through alot of shit and the last thing she needs is you coming and making things even more difficult to handle. Why are you here?” Jimin gulped, a bit scared, “I really am not comfortable talking about this, i’ll just come back later.” “No you won’t.” Yoongi threatened, “Just wait for her to come back to University, then tell her whatever it is you’re here to say. Bet it’s not as important as you think it is.”

That made Jimin frown, getting a bit annoyed, “It is important. I’m going to see her, you can't stop me.” “I’ll be the judge of that.” Yoongi hissed, his grip on Jimin tightening, “I’m giving you one more shot, why are you here?” Jimin wasn't going to back down.

“Because i’m in love with her.”

Yoongi froze, eyes widened, “What did you say?” “I came here...to tell her I have feelings for her.” “Didnt you reject her last week?” Jimin frowned at that but brushed it off. Of course she would tell her best friend about what happened. “Yes, I did. And in that one week, I was miserable without her. I didn't realise it then, but i do now.”

“...I swear if you’re looking at her as a source of entertainment-”

“I’m not!” Jimin said, pushing Yoongi’s hands off of him, “Of course i’m not, I wouldn't be here if I didn't care. I was worried sick about her, it was killing me!”

Yoongi simply glared at him for a few seconds before nodding, “Ok, ok.” he said with a sigh, “but you deal with this in your own time, don't tell her now. She’s going through some stuff, so just...be with her, as her friend.”

Jimin nodded, “Ok.” he agreed.

“...You’re a good guy Jimin.” Yoongi said, “but you better be serious about this or i’m going to beat you so hard they won't be able to tell your face apart from your ass.”

“...Good to know.” Jimin said. Then, because he felt like it, Jimin leaned forward and hugged the older guy, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Yoongi stiffened, clearly shocked.

“I’m sorry.” Jimin said, “This must be taking a toll on you too. She told me how close you all were with him.”

Yoongi sighed, bringing his hand up to pat Jimin’s back, “Thanks kid.”

~~~

Your Grandfather died of a heart attack on Saturday morning.

You had gotten out of bed, gone to the bathroom, brushed your teeth, took a shower, changed into your clothes and gone out the room. You made your way to the living room when you saw him, lying down on the ground, his neck veins popping, face red. Not breathing.

You cried out, yelling and panicking as you ran towards his body, shaking his shoulders. You called out to him, over and over, your tears pouring down your face as you tried not to choke. You barely managed to type the number of the ambulance on your phone due to your trembling fingers. Crying out what was happening and giving them the address, the ambulance was on their way. They had told you to not panic, instructing you to keep your door open as you had to do CPR. But it was too late.

The ambulance had arrived ten minutes after you had called to find you still pumping his chest, tired and weak, choking on your tears. They had taken both of you to the hospital, even though there was nothing that could be done to help him. He suffered from a heart attack at five in the morning and died shortly after, the doctors said, more than an hour before you woke up. His body was in one of the rooms, covered head to toe in a white sheet as you sat outside, staring blankly at the closed doors in front of you. The doctors talked to you for a bit, informing you of the details and asked you a few questions as well. They were kind. And careful. And genuinely upset over the loss of a life. Or over the fact that you were there to witness it. Either way, they were kind yet straightforward, and you appreciated it. Not at that moment, but later.

Your parents were called and informed of the news. They were currently in Japan for a business meeting, but they cancelled all plans and booked the fastest plane ticket back home. Which would take another two days. Your father asked you not to worry about the procedures. “I have the doctor's number as well as the officials,” he said through his tears, “I’ll take care of the legal stuff and the funeral, you leave it to me.”

He told you to go over to a friend’s house and stay there for a while, not wanting you to be alone. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, my baby.” Your mother consoled over the phone, “We’ll get there as soon as possible. But until then I need you to be strong for me, ok?”

“Ok…”

“Good girl. This is going to be difficult baby, but we’ll get through this together.” You didn’t know how long you were at the hospital. The whole day went by in a blur with you having to sign documents and produce files of identity, answering various questions about your grandfather’s medical history, having to answer whether your family wanted him cremated or buried. By the end of it all, it was already nighttime.

You had to leave.

But go where? There’s no way you’re going home, so what were you going to do?

You could go to a friend’s house, but you didn’t want to. You wanted to be alone even though logic told you to surround yourself with people and not deal with this alone. But sometimes logic can go screw itself. So, you left the hospital with nothing but your phone, and walked. Just walked. You walked around the whole town, aimlessly, crossing by the park (you played on the swing for a good hour and a half, simply staring around you and up at the stars) the beach, (you walked across the whole stretch of sand, admiring how beautiful the water looked underneath the moonlight) the highway, (you never realized how different things looked when it was empty and peaceful) eventually, you didn’t know where you were.

You pulled out your phone and scanned through the number of missed calls. Your parents had called you multiple times, there were several calls from the boys as well, not knowing what had happened. How could they? Besides your parents, you hadn’t talked to anyone.

You had to call someone, tell them what happened, maybe tell them to come find you, but you couldn’t do it. You knew you were being selfish. If something like this had happened to your friends you would want them to call you, you thought, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You just wanted to be alone.

So you turned around and started to walk back the several hours it took for you to reach the point where you were.

Time flew by until the sky slowly turned from an inky black to a soft blue.

The sun was rising. You had spent the whole night wandering around.

You cursed under your breath. None of this felt real.

You were still a bit lost, but there were certain buildings and landmarks that you recognized, so you weren’t totally hopeless.

You started walking again, along the footpath when your body gave up and your legs crumbled beneath you. You fell on your side with a thud, something cracking in your pocket. Groaning, you pulled out your phone that had taken the damage and started at the cracked screen. You tried turning it on, but it wouldn’t work. It was broken.

“Great,” you muttered, “Just great.” You threw it beside you in frustration. Grunting in pain, your attention was diverted back to why you fell in the first place. You pulled your shoes off, grimacing at how red and veined your feet were. Luckily, you had time before the streets started getting crowded so you could rest your aching feet. Not like you could walk even if you wanted to.

So, you sat, cross-legged, watching the sky turn completely bright blue. It was beautiful.

Minutes passed by until you heard a familiar sound. An engine. Of a bike.

Oh shit. You thought.

Pouting, you waited until the bike came to a halt besides you, not even needing to look up to confirm who it was. You already knew.

“Why did I have to hear this from your parents rather than from you?”

“Because I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I wanted to be alone and isolated and…”

“And you think that’s a good idea?”

“Why not?” You yelled, “What’s so wrong in me having time to myself, away from nosy people like you!” You immediately regretted saying that, but you swallowed your apology. You wanted to be angry.

“The fact that you called me of all people, nosy…that proves you’re not ok.” Yoongi said, smirking.

You felt tears well up in your eyes. Groaning, you put your face in your hands, trying your best to not cry.

“...Just leave me alone,Yoongi.” You said, your voice slightly muffled.

“No, not yet.” he said, “I’m taking you home.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

“Not your home, my home. The others are worried sick, they’re waiting for you. Jin’s made breakfast cause we’re pretty sure you haven't eaten anything.”

You had a chocolate bar or two yesterday and that was pretty much it.

Groaning, you looked up and Suga, glaring at him through your red rimmed, watery eyes.

“Why?” You asked, staring right at him, “Why do you always do this? Why do you care so much when I say I don’t need you to?”

“Because I know it’s not true,” Suga stared right back at you, not blinking, “because you’d do the same for me,” He said, firmly, “and because I love you. Now come on, the others are waiting for you.”

~~~

Yoongi ended up driving you to his place, despite your objections.

“They’re worried to death,” he said as he rode his bike, “You’re not going anywhere until you talk to them.”

Frowning, you decided not to argue anymore, knowing it won't get you anywhere. It wasn't that you didn't want to see them...it’s just that you didn't want to have to explain yourself. You caused so much trouble, making them worry about you, you just didn't have the heart, nor the energy, to really face them. But, it was happening and you had no idea what to expect.

Finally, the two of you reached the house and were standing in front of the door. Yoongi unlocked it and briskly walked in, followed by you. Immediately, you noticed the pairs of shoes that were taken off, two extra ones that you recognized. Slowly you raised your eyes off the ground and were met with the stern face of Seokjin who was standing right in front of you. Taehyung and Namjoon were sitting on the couch and jumped to their feet when you entered the room, a tense looks on their face. Yoongi simply walked to the kitchen, not wanting to be involved.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Namjoon asked. You simply shook your head in response.

“Your parents called me last night,” Jin said, his arms crossed, “they were worried because you weren't answering your phone. They asked me if you were with me and I told them you were, but that you were sleeping so that they wouldn't worry. Now, you owe us an explanation. Why did Yoongi have to pick you up in the middle of the street at four in the morning?”

“How did you find me anyways?” you said, the question directed towards the said man. He simply gave you a glare, warning you to take this seriously.

Grumbling, you looked away. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I didn't mean to make you guys worry…I just...wanted to be alone.”

“Have you talked about this? To anybody?” Jin asked, and once again, you simply shook your head.

Sighing, Jin quickly grabbed your arm and dragged you forwards, enveloping you in a tight, protective embrace. You didn't realize how badly you needed a hug until Jin did it. A warmth spread through your body, his strong arms pushing you further into his sturdy chest, his cheek pressed up against the top of your head.

“You can't run from this,” he said, his voice soft, “i’m sorry, but you need to deal with it.”

Suddenly, everything came crashing down on you.

Tears filled your eyes at the reality of it all. Your Grandfather was dead. The man who raised you, cared for you, cherished you, loved you more than he loved anyone else, he was gone...and there was nothing that could change that. No longer would he send you off to university, with a smile on his face, no longer would that same, bright smile greet you when you came back home. No more movie nights, no more Sunday mornings when you made breakfast together, no more consolations when you would wake him up in the middle of the night due to nightmares, no more walks along the park, no more late night stories where he would tell you about his youth, no more celebrations when it was your birthday, no more laughing over your embarrassing baby pictures, no longer will the boys come over and have hour long conversations with him, making you realize how much you love them all,

No more him.

And that broke you.

Tears poured out of your eyes, your shoulders shaking, heaving heavily as you cried into Jin’s shirt. Your arms reached around him, grasping onto his shirt like your life depended on it, your nails digging into it. Your cries turned louder as you sobbed and choked on your tears, eventually evolving into screams. Jin held you through the whole thing, not complaining about you ruining his shirt or your nails digging into his skin. He was soon joined by Taehyung who went behind you and hugged you as well.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your ear, the only one of them all who knew exactly what you were going through, “but the pain will pass, I promise.”

~~~

Jimin sat on the sidewalk, hugging his knees, his head bent. People who walked by looked on in concern over the mop of orange hair, but left him alone anyway.

He couldn’t believe it. He had the pleasure of meeting the man once and he was genuinely the nicest person he’d ever met.

And the way she talked about her grandfather…

“Jimin?” a voice called out.

The said man looked up, eyes wide as he saw her. She seemed equally as startled by the situation, clearly never expecting Jimin to come to her house.

She was completely dressed in black with a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Just back from visiting her grandfather’s grave.

Jimin immediately jumped to his feet, pausing for a second before walking forward, taking long, fast strides.

She took a few steps back on instinct, her eyes never leaving his.

“Sorry I didn’t call.” She said, her voice soft “I ended up breaking my phone and I didn’t know your number by-heart and I didn’t want to go to the university and I know that isn’t fair but I-”

Jimin reached out and quickly pulled her into a hug, cutting her off. His arms wrapped around her shoulders tightly. Pushing her into him as he squeezed her with as much strength as he could muster (without hurting her of course). Nuzzling his face into the nape of her neck, he felt her freeze for a second, before an arm came to pat his back. Usually Jimin would stop hugging a person once he felt ‘the pat’, but he didn’t care now. He simply held her tighter.

Her face was nuzzled into his shoulder, her breath slightly tickling him. Slowly, her arms decided to wrap around him too, burying herself further into his warmth, and they held each other.

Finally, she brought her hands to his waist and pushed slightly. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, Jimin let go (regretfully).

A few seconds passed before he cupped her face in his hands softly, thumbs wiping the tears that had fallen, and quickly leaned forward and pressed a short kiss to her forehead.

“I’m so sorry…” he said, once he parted. He didn’t know what else to say.

He felt her choke a bit underneath him before she replied, “Thank you.”

And before he knew it, her arms wrapped around him again, wanting another hug.

~~~

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