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 In your training class, you graduated nineteenth. Nineteenth. Or in other words, not only did you epically fail at making it into the elite top ten, you got to kiss your dream of joining the Military Police goodbye. The majority of your friends died during the operation to retake Trost, half of them being killed before your very eyes, including a dear childhood friend. The 'success' of the operation didn't soften the blow. You weren't entirely sure how it happened or what came over you in that moment, but Jean Kirschtein, the boy who once preached and raved it was practically suicide, convinced you and several of your classmates to join the

 Someone was following you. Someone was stalking you right now and you didn't know what to do at all. In the dozens of times you had walked home alone before, tonight  someone decided to be a prick and follow you? Why? Was he just going to mug you? It wasn't as if you had a lot to offer, unless he planned to sell your books. Or was he going to sexually assault you? The thought made your skin crawl and your heart rate increase tenfold. Oh Jesus Christ, this was not happening. This couldn't actually be happening. Your life wasn't about to turn into a fucking episode of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. Oh God, you were going to be sick. In

“Cut!” Sweet Freckled Jesus, that was the best thing you'd heard in a very long time. “Actually, let's try that scene one more time for good measure.” And that was the last thing you wanted to hear. Oh, it was all fine and dandy that the actors wanted to goof off. All the shit they were pulling on set was comedy gold and would likely make it into the blooper reel of the DVD pack whenever that came out. However, unlike you, they had the chance to sleep when they arrived on location along with most of the crew. It was 1 o'clock in the goddamn morning, you hadn't slept in what felt like a week (which in reality was

 To: [First] [Last] From : Marco Bodt We're here (:   To: Marco Bodt From : [First] [Last] Alright. Be down in a minute To: [First] [Last] From : Marco Bodt Okay And so it began. You didn't get up from the bed immediately. Your eyes blankly bore into space, your shoulders sagged as if a great weight had been placed on them, and you drew in a deep, cleansing breath through your nose. Crap, you were just so not ready for this. Not at all. You held it in for about five seconds then you let it out through your mouth, nodded once for yourself before heading out of your bedroom. After making it down the steps without tripping over your not-qu

Sheltering Home Chocolate Chip Part 5 You hummed quietly to yourself as you bustled about the kitchen. After your cozy position by the roaring fireplace, the kitchen seemed almost frozen. Maybe it would warm up if you actually made something for dinner, instead of just grabbing some snacks. Your stomach would probably be happier too... A quick glance through your pantry only increased your desire for a home cooked meal, and you found yourself gathering an armful of ingredients before you could stop yourself. "Tavie! I'm gonna make dinner while I'm here, so I'll take a little longer, okay?" You called. A hasty scree was the only reply, but

“Yeah, but then… if you spent the night at my house, I don’t know what I’d do to you…” Prizefic for dear Amphany (https://www.deviantart.com/amphany) ! I hope you like it~... Cover art drawn for me by Amphany (https://www.deviantart.com/amphany) herself :'D    You placed your head on the desk and groaned.    You were staying afterhours at school for detention; luckily, you weren’t alone. Sitting around you were your best friends.    You were still somewhat new to this private school, and it seemed everyone here was rich and stuck-up. You were on scholarship, so you couldn’t exactly relate to everyone else. The only people you connected with were Gilbert, Anto

 “Stupid girl, this is the wrong beer!” A beer bottle smashed against the wall as you ducked in cover. The man you knew as your father stood towering of your four year old self. “I take you in. Put a roof over your head and give you clothing and this is how you repay me?” His hand flew down as you dodged it. He hated it when you dodged even if it was a reflex. He took a strong hold of your small arm and swing again, harder this time for dodging the first one. The hit was so hard it sent you to the floor. “______ you can’t do anything right!” “I tried.” You said through your tears as you