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withlove-angel · 7 months

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⚠️warnings: im terrible at writing fights... sorry in advance .Probably grammar mistakes.

Lost puppy

(Zoro x reader x mihawk)

Luffy finished up the meeting with the crew and began to prepare himself for bed. It was pretty late at night by now and he was feeling a bit sleepy. However, as he was about to enter his room, he noticed that y/n was nowhere to be found and he couldn't help but feel a bit concerned. He decided to ask someone else where she might be.

He founded Zoro walking on the deck

"Hmm, Zoro? Have you seen y/n around? She is with you?"

Zoro looks over at him and shakes his head "She isn't here? I haven't seen her since dinner..." he sound worried

"Could you help me find her? I fear that she might be doing something fun without us"

Zoro nods "she probably causing someone headache" they leave the ship to go look for their little trouble maker, making their way outside.

"I heard screams earlier... did you guys fought?" Luffy ask curious, really because y/n is amost glued at zoro...

"She said i wasn't holding my sword properly" he say as it was some ultimate crime "she doesn't even fights with swords"

"We haven't seen her since dinner and she hasn't come back to the room yet. I wonder what she could be up to? Maybe she found a really good bar... man im so hungry"

"When you not hungry?"

"When im eating"

"Yeah... sure... but, the fact that she isn't back yet is what concerns me. I really hope she isn't about to do something reckless. She is a little unpredictable when she is upset."

They start to walk in the beach, soon spotted y/n but she isn't alone seems like she is screaming at someone...then they look closer its mihawk, the greatest swordsman.

Zoro stops and stares in shock as he sees Mihawk standing in front of her. He can only imagine the scene taking place with y/n arguing with Mihawk. He just knows that this will only end in disaster as it's essentially a fight between two people who hold a lot of pride and ego. He turns to Luffy and speaks up as he points out Mihawk to her

...Did Mihawk just show up out of nowhere? Did I miss something? He seems genuinely confused as to what they could've possibly even found to argue about."looks like he is on the same island than we...." luffy say as much as surprise then he is.

Zoro nods slowly as he processes this new development. He takes a moment to think before speaking up.

"...We have to be extremely careful. We don't want to antagonize Mihawk any further. The last thing we need is to start a new conflict. Especially when i don't have the strength to take on another fight, yet...."

" So what is the argument about? Did y/n do something to Mihawk to make him upset?"

Luffy has extremely curious as zoro pinched his nose bridge and sigh

"This stupid woman..."

After a moment of weid silence luffy speaks up "I think it's too late to prevent another fight"

Zoro shifts his attention to y/n and Mihawk he can see she is blocking his attack using just her dagger... she blocked as warlord claymore attack with just a dagger... He is utterly shocked by her speed and reflexes when she blocks Mihawk's attack with just a dagger. It seems as though she's gone far beyond what he expected from the little y/n. Then, he is reminded of reality when he sees Mihawk's face begin to show annoyance. Mihawk is shocked for a split second by her ability, but then he quickly recovers from his shock; his expression turning to a scowl as he speaks up in a soft, yet intimidating tone

"...You can wield Haki now, young lady? When did you develop this power?"

The girl infront of him just smiles "you dont know me pretty boy... if you think I will come with you just so you can get me to the marines you better fuck off"

Zoro watches as y/n's mocking words set Mihawk off once again. Mihawk's scowl darkens and he looks even more irritated now. He speaks up again with his trademark calm tone, trying to be clear and precise

"I see. So you also wield Haki. But even with that, you could never defeat me in a fight. You're too young and too weak. Your Haki is nothing more than a parlor trick that could never take me down. You're just being arrogant and it's about time that someone taught you a lesson."

it's a dare? she must be crazy... her devil smile... the one she used when she kill someone... fuck...

Zoro is shocked by her response as he raises an eyebrow at Mihawk's reaction as well. He's clearly taken aback by her words, but she stands her ground. She is willing to fight Mihawk if necessary. Mihawk raises an eyebrow as he seems intrigued by her audacity. His scowl quickly turns into a smile. He unsheathes his blade "...Very well then. If you insist on having a taste of death, I suppose there's no need to stop you from experiencing the truth about the world first-hand." He lifts his sword a d try an hit, experimental hit, that she effortless block with her dagger...

" I didn't even needed my sword to block? Isn't a shame?" Her mocking tone strt to get under his skin. He seems surprised that she was able to block. He seems even more surprised that it was effortless on her part. Mihawk is clearly impressed by y/nl's abilities, and he speaks up after his attack. He seems almost excited at the prospect of a real fight.

"...Interesting. Your Haki is much stronger than I had anticipated. You may have a chance against me after all. This will be a very fun battle indeed. Prepare yourself."

He raises that same smile once more before he begins to strike again, She blocked all of his attacks "having fun?"

Zoro watches as Mihawk continues to challenge y/n, but she is able to stop Mihawk's attacks effortlessly with nothing more than her dagger.

He notices Mihawk's smile once again. Y/n's Haki seems powerful and is causing himto be excited by the prospects of a fight between them. Mihawk raises an eyebrow and then smiles again at her response. He seems intrigued by her Haki and ability to fight.

"Your Haki truly has the makings of a strong warrior. I must see more of it!" For thos one his curiosity picked, he gives her a littlestronger attacks, the one he use to easily defeathis enemies but... she back away slightly but still can block it... her hair dancing with the wind from the blades shocking. He charges forward with his strongest attack yet, but once again, y/n is able to block him using her dagger. Mihawk takes a step back and smiles again.

" ...You can defend, but can you attack just as strong?" He charges forward again, this time with a flurry of attacks coming from his claymore. Will y/n be able to block this one?

She got to use her body more. Sure, she dont have a y doubts ahe can win thsi but underestimate mihawk is probably one of the few mistakes she wouldn't comit. using his own strength against him, y/n can firce an attack, making him back away

Zoro has his mouth open as he watches Angel counter Mihawk's attacks and make him back away. It seems like she is using Mihawk's own strength against him to fight back. She is doing far better than what he had imagined. He seems impressed and even shocked; however, Mihawk seems to be enjoying himself.

"You are able to fight back and even use my power against me! I am not used to this kind of excitement in a battle! Do you truly wish to go all out and fight me?!"

He looks almost like a scholl boy. His cold face hanging a smile that almost never appears... she swer she could see little hearts on his eyes...

"I was only playing around... but If you want to lose this badly" she teases. Mihawk's eyes narrow and his expression shifts into a smirk as he nods in response to her taunt. His hert beating faster than ever.

" I see. I will not hold back and neither should you. As you wish. You have my attention now, young lady. Show me what you can do."

"Dagger or sword?" She let him pick, holding the two of them in each hand

He thinks for a moment before he speaks up in his usual, calm tone of voice

"Hmmm.... You seem quite skilled with your dagger and I don't want to underestimate that. Let's use our chosen weapons then. I will fight you with my claymore and you can fight me with your dagger. Do you agree to these terms?"

"Pretty well, pretty boy" she smiling playing with her dagger a bit, he scoffs rolling his eyes slightly. He has his claymore held in front of him with one hand as he shifts his stance. Mihawk looks at y/n and waits for an attack, ready at all times to block it. His expression is one of a warrior who is taking this challenge very seriously. From what Zoro can tell, Mihawk is no longer toying with y/n like he was earlier, but rather treating her as a worthy opponent. Zoro could feel a little jealous. Maube for the way the greatest swordsman treat her like an equal... or something else...

Mihawk doesn't seem to be willing to let her win easy, either. It's game time

Zoro watches as y/n gives Mihawk experimental attacks. He notes that the young woman is playing around and yet still able to match Mihawk in terms of strength. He also sees the ther men smile as he defends from the attacks. This seems to be exciting him, who is clearly enjoying the challenge against this opponent. Mihawk continues to defend against her experimental attacks and smiles as she proves to be an equal match for him.

Suddenly, she speed up an attack, mihawk almost couldn't block. She stab his claymore making the dagger enter the blade of it, making a little hole, both of them stares at each other. Y/n have a sly grin, almost laughing as she tilt her head, finding funny the unbelievable face pf mihawk...Even though it was a small wound, Mihawk is now aware of the real danger that lies ahead of him. Law now looks at Angel with a bit more respect than before. She is really going all out now.

He takes a defensive position as he moves his claymore in a sweeping motion and unleashes a flurry of attacks. She block all of it, smiling. she is dancing the main act, her move calculatedand sharp... she is mocking the strongest warrior in all blue... zoro is both shocked and amazed by y/n's abilities. Mihawk may be the strongest swordsman, but she has proven to be much stronger than Mihawk anticipated. She blocks all of Mihawk's attacks and continues to mock him. Mihawk seems slightly irritated by how casually she's taking him, but it soon turns to a grin. He charges forward and attacks with his claymore once more, launching a powerful attack. She conter attack once more, as he finished mihawk was taken back, with a little cut on his cheek "hurted you pretty boy?" She teases with a little pout. Mihawk seems to have been caught off-guard once more, allowing her to injure him. Mihawk looks at her with a hint of annoyance now, as well as a bit of pride. This young person has proven herself to be extremely quick, as well as agile. He smiles as he responds to her taunt

"A scratch is hardly a wound in the world of swordsmanship. A warrior can sustain countless scratches and cuts on the battlefield. You're gonna need to do better than that if you hope to defeat me."

"I don't wanna ruin a pretty face like yours, would be a shame" she play with her dagger, the little smirk driving both men crazy

Mihawk seems to be enjoying himself as well. He then stands up straight and prepares to charge forward once again. He looks at Angel now with a determined gaze.

"Enough with the teasing and the games. Let's see if you are truly worthy of being in my way."

Shorting the fight: she blocked all... effortless... she is definitely something. He stares at Angel in pure shock as he sees that his strikes are all blocked effortlessly. He remains silent for a moment to take in this amazing sight. Eventually, he speaks up once again

"You are incredible. You have managed to block all of my attacks so far with ease. You even injured me with your dagger, something that shouldn't have been possible. Perhaps you are worthy of a fight from me, after all." Mihawk's face turns into a grin as he raises his claymore high."Try me pretty boy" she winks at him as she dodge his attack. It seems the young woman has an ego that matches her strength. Mihawk seems to appreciate this aspect of her. He chuckles and charges forward once more, this time going for attack that covers more area. Mihawk seems to be determined to land a hit that y/nl can't dodge.*She have to do various back flips to escape being hurt, and she can do it. It's the most someone ever lested in a fight against mihawk.

Zoro is impressed as he watches y/n do a series of back flips without injury. Mihawk is also amazed and amused by her ability to avoid his attacks, even if they do cover a broader area. Mihawk seems excited as he charges forward once again. He's getting ready to unleash an attack and is determined to land it this time.

She dodged, as his claymore hit the ground she uses the lack on his shield to do an attack, she could separate him from his claymore that its laying on the ground

Zoro's eyes widen as he watches y/n take advantage of Mihawk's momentary distraction to separate him from his claymore! Mihawk was so focused on his attacks that he didn't even realize that he had dropped his claymore on the ground. Now, Mihawk is temporarily defenseless...

He stares at y/n and her taunting grin. He then closes his eyes in frustration before opening them again. He speaks with a bit of irritation now.

" ...You are quite the adversary. You have impressed me in this fight"

she winks as she back away from his claymore in the ground so he can pick it. His eyes shift to his claymore now on the ground. He notices that she is no longer taunting him and that she's even backed away to give him time to retrieve his claymore. Mihawk's eyes narrow slightly as his irritation turns back into focus. Now is the time for Mihawk to truly show off his power. He quickly goes to retrieve his claymore.

She have a calm demeanor on, the mocking smile always on her face. He is now completely focused.She does not seem intimidated by Mihawk's serious demeanor

She have to step back a little bit mihawk couldn't hit her. Zoro sees that she has managed to block and dodge all of Mihawk's attacks. Mihawk seems impressed and even a bit excited by that...

You can't rely on your speed and agility forever. Eventually, you are going to have to stand your ground and fight back. You better learn to do this quickly or else I'll overwhelm you with my attacks.

Mihawk's eyes are filled with determination now."I didn't want to hurt you pretty boy, but if you insist" she smirks

Zoro smiles at y/n's taunt. Mihawk just seems even more impressed and excited by her abilities. She is truly turning into an impressive opponent for him. Mihawk charges toward her once again with his claymore still drawn and poised to strike. It looks like Mihawk will take her comments to heart, now that he has a reason to attack with full force.

He attack with full force, she block directly, and attacks after. Her speed and strength is something from another world... mihawk almost couldn't block due the force of it... zoro is amazed and shocked by her now. She is blocking Mihawk's attack with ease and countering with her own. Mihawk seems to be struggling to defend, despite being the strongest swordsman in the world. Y/n's speed and strength seem to belong to two people and not just a single individual. She is able to overwhelm even the strongest.

Zoro watches as Mihawk's arms become tired for the first time. Mihawk seems to be struggling to keep up. Y/n's strength, speed, and skill all seem to be beyond Mihawk's level. Will his experience help him win this battle?

Mihawk's expression seems even more grim and determined. He is still struggling to defend against her, however. Y/n seems in control as she counters all of his attacks and continues to press the advantage.

Mihawk tries to hit her, she backflips and use his claymore are a support, pushing him back a lot. She is using her agility, speed, and strength to her full advantage. Mihawk seems overwhelmed by her abilities and her confidence. He is slowly being pushed back and can't seem to gain any advantage over y/n

" ...You are impressive. No one has been able to overwhelm me like this with sheer strength. Your abilities are quite extraordinary. I will have to try something else. I cannot allow you to defeat me like this."

"But you're not ganna win, pretty boy"she say as she make another powerful hit, his claymore almost broke

He raises his claymore and holds his footing as he begins to focus his attention on y/n's dagger hand. She grins, excited by her strength, as her ability is acknowledged by Mihawk. He seems determined to take advantage of the situation.

He charge towards her...She blocked all ...and when she counter attack what she was promising happens. Mihawk claymore fly fair away from him, he was pushed on his knees as y/n dagger is pressing against his neck poking a bit "what happened pretty baby?" she smirk

Mihawk is left defenseless and on his knees, as she has her dagger hovering directly over his neck. He seems to be in awe and amused by y/n's skill; he's now also clearly in love with the young woman in front of him. Zoro notices that Mihawk's face has turned bright red as he attempts to reply to her. " ....Uhm...you're...you're..."

His attempt to compliment her is interrupted by him stuggling to get any words out at all

She smiles "your are really pretty on your knees for me pretty boy"

Mihawk's face turning an even deeper shade of red as he listens to y/n mock him. He, who is seemingly in love with her, tries to reply in kind and flirt with her himself.

"....Y-you're...d-decent looking yourself, a-angel."

Mihawk's attempt at flirting was extremely awkward. Zoro watches as Mihawk's face turns a brilliant crimson as soon as his words are uttered. He is clearly very attracted to y/n and has fallen head over heels for her.

She laughs taking the dagger out his neck "I told you a would win" she wink at him.

His face is flush red, as he is clearly enamored with the young woman standing before him. Mihawk seems to be completely in love with her, as he is incapable of replying to her. Angel winks at Mihawk, increasing someone elses feelings...

Zoro looks away and seems to become more annoyed than ever

"she won" Luffy said amazed his mouthalmost hitting the ground "she won against the most powerful men in all blue..."l

Zoro can feel his heart racing as his jealousy grows even more. The image of y/n standing before Mihawk and mocking him has only managed to deepen his unknow crush on her. He decides to speak up once again, his tone indicating a hint of annoyance now.

" She is too good. I hope Mihawk is happy. He'll probably spend the rest of the day thinking about how attractive this woman is." He seems to be unable to hide his jealousy over Mihawk's romantic interest in y/n.

Luffy eyes shine at his annoyed tone "jealous?"

Zoro feels his eyebrows furrowl. He knows that Mihawk's admiration for her is turning into romantic interest. He is clearly a bit annoyed by seeing him look at her with such a loving gaze, as he too has developed feelings towards her. Zoro looks over at Luffy, the hint of irritation now turning into a full-blown scowl and his voice becoming more irritated, as he responds

"What are you talking about, Luffy, i don't get jealous "

He look at the both foghter again. Deep down aishing he was mihawk, but for the firt time not because of his title of the greatest swordsman...

And for y/n the little question pop out... she have stronger feelings for one of them? Waht happens if she don't give her attention to them?

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If you like, please ♡

Probably gonna write part 2 soon

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pacifierbby · 5 months

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CHRISTMAS BISCUITS ✧ ; - mm x reader

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* ੈ✩‧₊ mason and reader baking cookies for their families Christmas dinner however it didn't end up the way it planed and more of it went on them than it did in the bowel

a/n ➣hello my loveys! since Christmas is coming thought i make a story of mason baking cookies with reader i really do hope you are all enjoying your days loveys cant believe 2023 is nearly ending but another year for mason content and stories! please lovelies give me feedback on my stories it really does help me a lot with my next up coming stories much love

word count ➣ 1,7k

warnings ➣ mm fluff,kissing

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ you and mason was settled on your sofa the fire crackling away that mason turned on a minuet ago the logs beside the fireplace that mason cut down a few hours before the TV above playing a Christmas movie that you seen 100 times before your phone on your lap scrolling down through pinterest pulling up snowmen cookies "we should make these" you said showing mason your phone diverting his attention away from his phone to yours "you know i cant bake for shit right? did you not watch that video" mason laughed slightly making you giggle a little " i remember but it be fun plus we can bring them over to your mum's house tomorrow for the dinner " you said you always wanted to bake with mason from that video to be honest you did find it cute how confused he can be but you never brought that up and honestly that will forever stay with you and only you "alright my love come on then lets do it but first lets match our jumpers so we can take a photo together" jumping up from your couch clapping your hand very lightly since it was 9 pm at night and you didn't wanna wake your neighbors up. rushing upstairs, grabbing your Christmas jumper that you bought earlier for you and Mason. him already wearing his because he wanted to see how it fits.

Walking back downstairs your kitchen staring back at you from your living room mason already looking through your cupboards slowly walking into the kitchen wrapping your arms around his waist making him jump slightly "what you doing" kissing his neck lightly" looking for the pans and stuff" mason turned around wrapping his arms around your waist you moving your arms around his neck. mason kissing your lips ever so slightly " well it wont be in their" you giggled lightly letting go of his grip shutting the overhead cupboards and opening the bottoms cupboard doors grabbing your pans and oven trays placing them on the counter top mason watching your every move already knowing this will be a long night yes he cooked before but its always gone terribly wrong. one time he accidentally burned a pan and after that his mum wouldn't even let him touch anything cooking related "what do you need now my love" mason asked not wanting to just stand like a spear part "can you bring me the eggs and the baking soda you should know where the eggs are and the baking soda is in this top cupboard" mason rolled his eyes opening the fridge door grabbing your eggs and the butter placing them next to you . walking to the cupboard, placing his hands on your back, opening the cupboard, grabbing your baking soda that was thankfully at the front, placing it next to the butter and eggs "alright whats next?" wrapping his hands around your waist like you did to him moments before. already having the things you need on the counter top.

Putting the butter and the sugar in the large pink bowl "can you crack them eggs i'm not very good at it the egg shells always end up in the mixture" you said quietly that was one big flaw when you always cooked you always ended up cracking the eggs and the shell with it so you always end up taking ages to bake because your taking so long taking the egg shells out but thankfully mason was the pro at doing it so when it came to baking everything you always asked mason to crack the egg's. mason nodded grabbing the egg from its packet braking it perfectly adding the yolk into the mixture you adding the vanilla extract and the baking powder "alright lets do the next part" grabbing your new whisk that your mother bought you " do you want to do it" looking at mason making sure he joined in with everything which he nodded "alright" passing him the whisk watching him very warily "alright before you turn it on make sure that-" not getting time to finished your sentence mason already turned it on the mixture spilling outside of the bowel going onto his jumper " the whisk is in the bowel" you finished your sentence laughing a little grabbing it off him not wanting all the mixture to go all over your kitchen.

Alright lets do the next step looking down at your phone skipping to the next steps mason sighed behind you "i told you this is going to be a bad idea" his arms crossed around his chest like a toddler making you giggle once again "its okay mistakes happen plus i'm having fun anything with you makes it more memorably kissing his lips ever so slightly which he instantly kissed back. moving away both of you mincing each others reactions you will forever love his kisses it will forever bring something to your heart turning towards the bowel "okay" you said looking back at your phone completely forgetting what it told you to do "woo this is the fun part" rolling up your jumpers sleeves up mason doing the same behind you confused on why your so excited "alright come behind me" your hands already in the bowel. waiting on mason turning your head around to his eyebrows wiggling "not like that you freak" laughing at his little innuendo his arms coming behind you his hand placing on top of yours his soft skin and his warm hands leaving yours toasty "follow my lead" putting your hand in the mixture softly playing with the dough threading it with your hands mason repeating your actions his on the other side of the bowel. bringing his hand out from the bowel, a small mixture dough at the bottom of his finger placing the batter at the bottom of your nose laughing a little. "Mason!" You squealed, grabbing the batter, putting it on his cheek. Going back to the mixture, mixing it together, making it as dough. "Put the flour onto the counter top, but please watch the bag it's broken." Mason being the clutz he his drops the flour all over the floor and onto the both of you "oh mase" you said looking at the floor then back at him his Christmas jumper not looking so Christmas with the mixture of the flour sticking together. Mason looks down at the floor with a small pout on his face. Bending down, grabbing the bag from the floor "thankfully we still have some left," you mumbled, placing the last bit off flour onto the tops. Opening the draw, grabbing your rolling pin, and holding it out to Mason. " Come on, my love, you can do the rolling part." feeling slightly sorry for him. Maybe he is right? Maybe he shouldn't of baked at all. Mason taking the rolling pin out of your hands and putting the dough onto the flour.

Walking towards your oven, putting it to the right temperature, making sure Mason was okay with the rolling and doing the technique correctly, which he was turning the kettle on grabbing two mugs from your cupboard with hot chocolate putting the amount of scoops you need in the mugs waiting for the kettle to boil moving over to where mason was stood looking at the dough "alright we can start cutting out our shapes" grabbing the circle biscuits cutter cutting the dough into small circles placing them on the baking tray making them into small snowmen mason doing some himself "you should go on bake off" mason laughed looking at you and your hard work that you done together "wont say much about you" giving him a kiss on his cheek which he turned around making your lips pressing onto his "that's what happens trying to be a smart bum" tapping your bum lightly, hearing the kettle pinging behind you "alright lets place these in the oven and have our hot chocolate" already walking over to your oven placing the tray in the steamy hot oven putting the timer to 15 minuets. Mason pouring the hot water in the two mugs adding the milk "come on my love lets sit down for a sec" walking into the lounge your TV still playing the movie mason placing your steamy mugs on the coffee table "well at least its not all over our kitchen "looking at his mess that he created".

The oven pinging from the kitchen tells you that your cookies were done baking. you and mason cuddling on the couch like where you started off your hot chocolate settling in your systems getting up grabbing masons hand come on my love decorating time pulling mason off the sofa dragging him into the kitchen throwing him your oven gloves "you grab them while i grab my already made icing and please make sure you take them out slowly i know much clutz you are" taking the icing out of the fridge. mason rolling his eyes behind you placing the hot oven tray on the counter tops walking over to him kissing his cheek "i'm sorry but its true and don't roll your eyes at me" confused on how you noticed that but thinking maybe that's just women intuition for you. you being too interested in your decorating the biscuits not noticing Mason starting at you "What?" you asked confused why hes not joining in " i just love your concentration face i love it" he softly spoken grabbing the other icing packet starting decorating his own snowmen making you blush a little still getting used to his small compliments. feeling a cold thing at the bottom of your noise, knowing Mason did it again this time with the icing. walking over to where he stood, putting some down his back. "What the hell, that's cold!" Mason shouted you, smiling while watching him struggle getting it out of his jumper. him stopping looking at you bent over slightly laughing at your actions, him slowly walking over, putting the full tube of icing down your neck. you copying his exact actions your cookie decorating completely forgotten about, and that was the last time you and Mason cooked cookies together.

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refiwrites · 2 years

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Moral Of The Story, snippet for part two:

“What?” Steve looks at her. “I don’t care. I don’t understand why you do either with everything that’s going on… Honestly this feels like a perfect time for that little pull of the rug because… In the face of the world ending, the stakes of my love life feel spectacularly low.” Robin said.

Steve sighed. “Yeah, I mean, I get you there, but I still have hope.” Hope for what exactly? Steve doesn’t know. Now that he just took a huge wrecking ball in your relationship, he wonders if its still able to be repaired.

“Not everything has a happy ending.” Robin noted. “Yeah, yeah, believe me. I know.” Steve replied.

Robin chuckled, looking at you, but Steve’s gaze was at Nancy. “Your relationship’s fine, Steve, don’t sweat on it.”

Steve clutches another bottle, his other hand holding the funnel. “No. It’s not.”

“Not? What? Why?” Robin questioned.

“I messed it up, and I think- I think I’m still in love with-“

Robin glanced at you, then at Nancy, before looking at Steve. “No shit? Steve, come on.” Robin said in a hushed tone. “I- she broke up with me- earlier.”

“How are you holding up?” Robin said. “I don’t know, I feel…” Steve shrugged, it felt empty.

“Try to fix it if you can. I know she cares about you, Steve. Have you seen the way she looks at you? Even back then in the mall she couldn’t handle being in the same room with you ‘cause she’ll turn so red.” Robin reminisced.

Steve looked at Robin. “Whatever you do, make it count since… I have this terrible, gnawing feeling that… it might not work out for us this time.”

“You think we shouldn’t be doing this?” Steve spoke. “I think we’re mad fools, the lot of us, but-“ Robin sighs as both of them look at the rest of the gang.

Nancy was trying to regain her aim, while you, Dustin, and Eddie were playing with the shields.

Dustin running away from the two of you before grabbing the shield that Eddie clumsily dropped and now, he was the one getting chased. Steve watched as you and Dustin playfully pretended to jab Eddie with the shield, how he plays along with you, kneeling to the ground making pained noises, laying down on the grass in defeat.

You laugh, sitting down on the grass in front of him, catching your breath. The Sinclair siblings were trying out their spears, Lucas spinning it around while Erica was testing the sturdiness of their work.

“We have to try. Right?”

Steve tears his gaze away from you, looking at Robin. “Yeah.”

Steve raises a bottle. “To killing Vecna.” Robin does the same, smiling. “Slash Henry.”

“Slash one.” Said Steve before they let their bottles clink.

ITS COMING TOGETHER GUYS! Part 2 is atleast going to be longer than I expected but here's a little snippet 😉

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mack-devereaux · 1 year

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I’ve loved you this whole time

(This one switches between pov’s)

Nico Hischier X Y/N

It was a weird feeling he had, he was disappointed his team didn’t make it as far into the playoffs as they’d hoped, but he felt excited to go home to Switzerland and see his family and friends, and a certain someone. He has had a crush on the same girl for years and he had never plucked up the courage to speak to her. He was an nhl player, he talked to countless media news outlets and he spoke to the team all the time. Yet he was absolutely terrified to speak to a cute little book shop owner.

She was distracted, she knew he was visiting soon but she wasn’t sure when. She had watched their last playoff game and could tell he was disappointed they didn’t make it very far into the playoffs. She wasn’t sure why she had a fascination with Nico, sure he was attractive, but they never really had a conversation longer than 10 seconds, she just chalked it up to her having a crush on him. A crush she’d had on him for the last 6 years.

After opening the book shop for the day she sat down behind the desk and opened up Instagram, the first post being from Nico. He was back. She couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto her face. For the past week she had been waking up a bit earlier than normal, putting a bit more effort into what she looked like just in case she ran into the man who has been taking over her thoughts for the last few years.

He’d been back for about a week, he’d spent time with family and friends and he was glad for the break, although he occasionally did get a text from Jack asking him if he had seen y/n. He knew he shouldn’t of mentioned her to him he thought to himself. Jack was relentless with his teasing about his captain having feelings for a girl back home.

Later that evening he and a few friends headed into town for the fair and street dance that was going on that weekend. “You good Nico? Looking a bit tense there, nervous to see a certain someone?” his friend joked. “I’m fine, leave y/n out of it” he smiled when he said her name.

Luca spoke up “You know she watches all your games right”. Knowing his brother harbored feelings for the girl, it was time to do some matchmaking.

“She what?” Nico was very surprised by this.

“Yea, she goes to the pub to watch whenever they decide to play your games, which isn’t as often because of the time change, but I’ve also seen her watch them on her phone when she goes out with us,” Luca stopped and looked at his brother, “I think you should just ask her out, it’s very obvious that she likes you too dude. Plus her and y/b/f are gonna meet up with us tonight.”

Before Y/n locked up the book store and walked down the street towards the fair, she took one last look into the mirror to see how she looked. She wasn’t a vain person but she did have to say she looked good, she had a new dress and put a bit more makeup on. She loved when the fair came, she loved the lights, the dancing, and the music. Tonight was the night that she was going to run into Nico. Mainly because literally everyone in town went to the fair and she was meeting up with some mutual friends they shared with one another. To say she was nervous was a drastic understatement. As she got further into the vendors booths she saw her best friend.

“Y/n!” Her best friend yelled, “oh my gosh you look beautiful! You wouldn’t be wearing this because a certain someone is back in town would you?” she teased.

“Shut up, and no, I just felt like dressing up is all,” y/n blushed.

“Y/n I love you but you’re a terrible liar.” Y/b/f said. “Let’s go I think they are down here.” They walked down the street arm in arm looking for the rest of their friend group. As they turned the corner she saw him, he looked good, his outfit was simple, just wearing some dark jeans and a black t shirt, and a backwards hat. Smiling at something his brother said. She thought he looked breathtaking.

Nico was feeling good. Ever since the comment his brother said about you watching all his games he could not stop smiling. It was definitely an ego boost, not that he needed it. He got plenty of attention from girls back in Newark and on away games, but he never acted on it, his heart belonged back here in Switzerland with y/n. They found a table and some chairs and decided to have a drink while they waited for everyone to show up. He looked up and there she was. He sipped on his beer as he looked her up and down, the dress she was wearing hugged all her curves just right, and her hair going down her back, she looked incredible. He felt a sharp kick in his leg and he glared at his friend. “Way to be subtle Hischier” his friend laughed.

“Hey boys” y/b/f said, “thanks for waiting. Y/n took too long making sure she looked good for—ouch.” Y/n elbowed her friend “shut up.” They sat down in the only seats left, which ever so conveniently, hers happened to be next to Nico as her best friend snagged one next to their mutual friends.

“Hi Nico, it’s good to see you,” y/n said rather quietly.

His name on her lips sounded absolutely perfect. “Y/n, it’s lovely to see you as well. You look beautiful tonight,” Nico said smiling.

Her heart jumped into her throat. Did he actually say that to her? She was nervous, just about everyone could pick up on it. She blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear. “That’s very sweet of you to say Nico, thank you.” They both joined the conversations flowing between their friends.

Nico felt a bit more confident tonight. He wasn’t sure if that was from the alcohol he’d consumed, which he only had a slight buzz going, or the fact that he knew that his dream girl kept up with his hockey games. He would steal a glance every now and then at her. With how packed the street fair was getting they had all moved their chairs in a bit closer to one another, so as nonchalantly as he could he intertwined his fingers with hers under the table. She immediately made eye contact with him and glanced down at his fingers playing with hers and smiled back up at him. He shot a wink at her and they both went back to listening to what story was being told.

They had sent flirty glances and smiles at each other all night,never letting go of her hand, and the rest of the group definitely caught on. So as the night ended no one was surprised when Nico spoke up and volunteered to walk y/n back to her apartment. As they walked down the street away from their friends Luca and y/b/f looked at each other and said “finally”.

They walked hand in hand down the street and y/n finally spoke up “I know you’re probably upset for not going far into the playoffs but you and your team played really well this year, you should be proud.”

“Thank you, that means a lot,” he smirked at her “so…you watch my games huh?”

She laughed, “Yea.. I try to watch most of them. Luca and y/b/f give me hell for it, but I enjoy the game and I think it’s really awesome you made it into the NHL.” She stumbled through her words.

“I happen to think it’s adorable that you watch my games.”

As they approached y/n’s apartment their banter had turned into flirting, he didn’t want the night to end.

“Well this is my stop, thank you Nico, for walking me home and entertaining my rambling,” she looked up at him.

“You weren’t rambling, and it’s not a big deal. I didn’t want you walking home by yourself.” The way she looked at him was definitely making his heart swell, had he really been this blind the whole time. His hand went up to the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh “so I was thinking maybe I could take you out for dinner sometime?”

“I’d really like that Nico.”

#nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier

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voidwritesstuff · 3 months

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Long Way To The Truth

Cw:misgendering (accidental).

Summary: Lucas makes it to Colorado and helps a young kid with their identity.

->chapter 4: Colorado.

By Next morning he was already in Colorado, as he has breakfast in a small cafeteria, he thinks back on last night. In hindsight,he feels like he just pulled a Wheeler and acted as the guidance counselor of three 20 Year olds. And it didnt bother him one bit.

For lunch, he stops at a small family owned restaurant. Its really quaint with its ochre colored walls, the plants growing from the pots placed infront of the blue framed Windows.

He steps through the double Doors made of some dark brown wood, and the smell of spicy,home made food greets him. He relaxes a little, Rolling Back one of his shoulders instintctually to then take off his army baseball cap.

As he joins the line,he sees a young kid going out to take the trash that Belongs to the stablishment. They have long dyed purple hair in box braids, tied up by a yellow and white bandana, they drag the heavy trash bag as they walk down one of the back area halls, the door to said Hall is Open which is why Lucas can see the kid.

--Thanks son!--Says a male voice from the kitchen. The kid seems to scowl and mutter something under their breath before resuming their walk.

Lucas orders once its his turn, as he eats hes contempt to watch the news since hes written down his entry of the day during breakfast. The news show how in a few months,a New ship was going to be comissioned by Mayer, the SS Thanatos.

"Kind of an edgy name,isnt it " he thinks,munching down on his chili. The spiciness of it all Burning his tongue,but he doesnt seem to care." Though, its interesting,why would mayer comission a New ship? What are they bringing?".

Hes quick to Scribble down his thoughts on his Journal in a small spot between his Many little doodles he had done during a particular terrible traffic jam on the way here.

--Ive told him so Many fucking times-- he hears the kid from before say-- its not- its not son,goddamnit-- Lucas perks up at the voice,filled with anger and sadness. Theres this look in their eyes of feeling misunderstood.

He watches them walk away and outside the restaurant through that Hall they went down earlier. Theres a slight suspicion in his mind as to what the kids discontent had to do with, bit he knows its none of his business.

"This ain't a song for the broken-hearted

No silent prayer for the faith-departed

I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd

You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud"

As the News didnt show anything interesting after a while, the owner changed the channel to MTV. Where Bon jovi's "its my life" was playing.

Lucas drums along to the rythm of the song as he walks out of the restaurant. He gets approached by the owner of the restaurant,tall,dark skin and warm brown eyes, he looks worried.

--Hey,Sir. Excuse me- have you seen my son? His-their name is Juniper-- he asked,cleaning his sweaty hands on his apron-- about yay high,purple hair?

It takes him a moment to pinpoint the kid as he puts on his army baseball cap-- uh yeah, why?

--Hes been missing and he hasnt been replying to my calls-- he explains-- he seemed a little annoyed and I wanted to ask him where he was

Always the Smart one, the ex soldier nodds-- yeah,saw 'im by the parkin' lot-- he replied ,gesturing to the opposite side of where the kid had actually gone. The Dad runs away in a panic, and he takes that opportunity to go the actual way the kid left.

He knows he shouldnt have lied,but from experience he knew that sometimes parents would make things worse. And it looks like Wheeler rubbed off of on him because hes on his way to adopt yet another child.

Now that the owner wasnt there,nobody paid him any attention as he snuck into the Hall that the kid left through, it leads down an empty sort of backyard. Theres a small half broken concrete wall that seemed to be the wall that acted as a barrier to a previous,smaller, Back yard and the outside world.

Through the cracks and missing chunks of the wall,he can spot a set of purple hair blowing in the passing breeze. He sighs inwardly and tries to channel Wheeler as he leans on the Fallen wall and says.

--Yer dad's lookin' for ya

The kid gets startled, throwing a small pebble sized Chunk of Fallen wall towards him. He barely ducks out of the way and adds-- nice aim

--Who are you and what do you want?--The kid asks, pressing their knees against their chest. Their locks fall to cover half of their face since the bandana is no longer restricting them.

--'m the guy who told yer dad to go the other way so he didnt piss you off further

The kid looks at him and then looks away, growling-- good. I wouldve ripped his face off.

--Can I at least ask whats pissin' you off before I leave you alone? You look like yer either gonna hurl a piece of debrie at yer old Man or break down cryin'

--You wouldnt get it-- they reply,looking away

--kid, you'd be surprised at the ammount of shit ive seen. Try me

The kid sighs loudly and gets ready to throw another pebble sized chunk. But its not at Lucas, he throws it at a nearby tree stumpt And misses it by an INCH.

--So...so i dont really feel like a boy,or- or a girl-- they start, grabbing another pebble-- I asked my folks recently if they could use well- gender neutral words for me- but they Keep forgetting, especially my dad

"It's my life, it's now or never

I ain't gonna live forever

I just want to live while I'm alive"

God,how loud was the TV? He could hear it all the way from here.

Lucas nodds,folding his arms over his chest-- n 'm guessing thats what pissed you off?

They nodd-- its not that hard-- They followed up-- and it hurts when they dont do it- I call 'em ma and pa but they cant use the words I like?

--I get that kiddo-- he replied,looking at the tree stumpt,littered with previous atrempts of hitting it. His eyes narrow as he calculates the distance between them and the stumpt.-- parents can take a while to accept New things 'bout their kids

--How would you know?--his companion asked, throwing the pebble and missing,again,by an inch.

--well,kid-- the ex soldier grabs a pebble and throws it at the stumpt, hitting it dead in the middle--im Bisexual,and a soldier with PTSD,from a family of soldiers who also had....issues . So I'd get it

When the kid sees Lucas hit the stumpt,they look up at him and ask-- HOW DID YOU DO THAT?

he chuckled-- permission to approach?

--Uh,permission granted--They followed along with the joke,a small excited smile.

Lucas sits with them and grabs another pebble,handing it over. Now up close he can see that their eyes are puffy and a little red,and he softens his gaze-- keep your pulse steady-- he starts,showing them how to fix their aim.

His companion tries again and they hit the stumpt dead in the centre. They look all happy and they smile wide.

--Yknow,your old Man worried about you. Even corrected himself when he messed up your pronouns. -- the ex soldier added as the kid tried again.

--did...did he?--They ask,Setting down the pebble.

--Yup, do you go by juniper?

They nodd enthusiastically-- he even remembered my name?

--Yeah

Juniper smiled and stood up, all happy and with a Pep in their step. Lucas noticed the bon jovi black shirt and raised an eyebrow internally. They tie their yellow and white bandana around their purple hair and dust off their black shirt, they flap their hands a little.

--'m gonna talk to him-- they said,walking past Lucas.

--Hey kid, just one thing. Tell yer dad that it makes you feel bad when he doesnt use the right words. Otherwise he wouldntve known I think, but also know that not all parents Will understand New things

The kid puts their hands inside their pockets-- and what If he doesnt understand?

--Well...-- he trails off and points to the air,as if hes pointing at the music hanging on the breeze.

"It's my life

My heart is like the open highway

Like Frankie said I did it my way

I just wanna live while I'm alive

It's my life"

--I dont like the idea of my dad not understanding though-- Juniper adds, looking a little concerned. Their eyes go to the entrance of the Hall that they came out of.

--i understand but ive realized that well, if it makes you happy then its worth it. Parents be damned-- Lucas stands up,holding Back a wince as his back stings a little. But he manages and leans on the wall-- hell,im drivin' all the way from Florida to Washington

--Why would you do that?--his companion asked-- thats kinda weird --Theres a brief silence and they add-- right,because it makes you happy

--'m tellin' you this cuz when I was your age,I wouldve liked to know that i dont--he makes a pause,hands going to the dogtags around his neck-- that I dont need other peoples approval to be enough.

Juniper nodds,to then perk up as they hear their dad calling out for them-- thanks -- they reply, glancing Back at the ex soldier-- hey by the way,if you go all around over there-- he points at to where Lucas' Back is facing-- youll come out the other way. Just so my dad doesnt think anything weird if he sees you with me

He nodds-- ten four,much obliged-- he tips the visor of his cap like a cowboy would, making the kid laugh at his slight weirdness before leaving for the restaurant.

Lucas goes back to his van through the way the kid told him, and just as he hops into his vehicle, through the outside mirror he sees Juniper and their dad talking. The kid seems dead serious as they talk to their old Man,who nodds and gives them a big hug.

--There we go,happy thoughts kid-- he mutters,seeing a little of his past in the way the father and the kid hug things out. Whenever he would get into dumb arguments with Wheeler,they'd talk it out and hug it out.

He clears his throat,Trying to not get sappy this early in the day,and so he continued his merry way through Colorado.

Switching the radio on, he hears.

"This is for the ones who stood their ground

It's for Tommy and Gina who never backed down

Tomorrow's getting harder, make no mistake

Luck, it ain't enough, you've got to make your own breaks"

But as he drives he notices something in the rearview mirror,a black SUV following along a few cars away. He squints and decides to take an alternative Route he had mapped for ocassions like this.

Thankfully,he does lose them and by nightfall, he stays on a small inconspicuous motel on the outskirts of the state of Utah. Keeping an eye out on his van and resting in between watches

#in sound mind #ism #ism lucas #lucas cole #ism lucas cole #ism character study #in sound mind lucas cole

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 11 months

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Fallout is one of my favorite action movies of all time, but I haven’t seen Ghost Protocol (I’m very inconsistent with my franchise watching). Are they similar movies? What do you like about GP?

i think if you loved fallout, you should definitely watch ghost protocol. having finished my first trip through the entire franchise today with fallout, which indeed fucks, i am now qualified to say that kind of the whole thing with the missions impossible is that each time, they promise “the same movie, but kind of different,” and each time they more or less deliver, with the back half being more similar to each other than any of the first three are to anything else in the franchise, so that while fallout and ghost protocol are different - fallout has a certain heaviness where ghost protocol is all light, fallout’s look is warm and hazy while ghost protocol is crisp and bright - it is extremely difficult for me to envision the filmgoer who loves fallout and thinks ghost protocol sucks. i think they’re pretty equal in quality, with which one you like better coming down more or less to taste. tbh i would throw rogue nation in here too, which doesn’t quite have the it-factor of gp and fallout to me, but which definitely provides ample footage of tom cruise doing insane shit that is shot to look maximally cool as fucking hell. (i think the first two are both great and worth watching - i have learned 2 is much maligned but it’s balls to the wall crazy and horny as hell and i had a great time - but their vibes are both different enough from the later movies that i can imagine someone who loves the back half of the series but not the front, and indeed have seen those people out in the wild. 3 is complete and utter garbage start to finish and is only worth watching because spending time with all the things jj abrams sucks so much at really does set you up to appreciate the strengths of the subsequent entries. i spent all of ghost protocol marveling at how awesome it is when something cool is happening on screen and the movie knows it’s cool so the camera just slows the fuck down and lets you actually see it in all its coolness.)

as to the question of what specifically i liked about ghost protocol, which i do think emerged as my favorite of the bunch, i mean, so many things:

said this already but tom cruise in this movie is maybe the hottest he’s ever fucking been. he’s got the hint of wildness in the haircut (shades of his glorious mi2 hair) but also an incipient agedness, a hint of being just past his boyish good looks which as i think i said earlier he adjusted to by hitting either the hormones or the gym or both to fully transition from his youthful impishness to Man Hot, and, i don’t know, it really does it for me.

it also genuinely works for the movie - one of the things that fascinates me about tom cruise (noted terrible person and evil cult member/apologist) is that he is a rare actor who you can watch getting better over the course of his career, because most successful screen actors either coast on whatever got them into that world in the first place (looks, mostly, but sometimes whatever it is people see in will ferrell) OR are successful screen actors because they are in fact tremendously good at acting. tom cruise has always been good at being a movie star - your eyeballs want to watch him, they just do - but he’s found additional dimensions to the craft of what he does as he’s gone on (largely, actually, by becoming a more understated performer, which is so interesting to me as contrasted with the leo dicaprio of it all), and in the mission impossible world, i think this is the movie where he kind of locks into a particular gently world-weary exasperation for ethan hunt that he takes with him through the rest of franchise.

the movie is not world-weary, though. the movie is, like, effervescently, joyfully fun, tip to toe. there’s a playfulness to the proceedings, a lightness to the touch, that i found just dazzling to watch. and to be clear, this isn’t, like, the MCU-style jokeyness of constantly undercutting your own tension or drama or whatever (although it is probably the funniest of the bunch) - all the missions impossible are 100% earnest and sincere - it’s more a sense that the movie is letting the audience in on a marvelous joke, which is how yes, we are doing all these silly, insane, wild things, isn’t that fucking cool? aren’t we all happy about it? i am.

this doesn’t matter if you haven’t seen MI3 but points to this movie (and actually also to fallout) for i think making the best possible choices in the wake of jj abrams’s absolutely terrible decision to give ethan hunt a wife

when the movie first started, while i was relieved to get away from the hideousness of jabrams world, i was at first a little disappointed to have properly entered the era of contemporary action blockbusters where everything is always chrome because i had loved the first two movies’ use of color so much (lots of great greens and blues in the first one; all that horny red in 2!). but i actually wound up really falling in love with the style as the movie unfolded - it’s a movie in love with a stark white sky and the contrast of black and gray and the well-deployed pop of some big color, and it became clear to me that this was all, like, intentional and aesthetically minded and not just a default to What Action Movies Look Now, and once i understood that i was like, actually i love how crisp and clear everything is, i love that this all feels like it’s happening at noon on a cloudy day in february. (the thing that cemented it is that you can tell when the last act is starting because after all that clear bright white, suddenly it’s sunset and everything is a little bit golden from then to the very end). there’s a thing with a red balloon that is just… it’s great. delightful. delightful! jabrams SAYS he wants his movies to delight you but this movie actually does it.

after the much more uh mission-practical gear of the first three movies i don’t know who was like “let’s dress tom cruise up like he’s about to go model watches for GQ and THEN have him beat the shit out of people” but i want to kiss that person on the mouth. the aesthetic really does at some points feel like it’s right of the pages of a high-end menswear magazine or something and i mean that in the best way possible, it’s so stylish and great to look at but also the juxtaposition between the zillion dollar suits and the relentless levels of hand-to-hand combat is SO much fun to watch

this movie has some real fun with a couple Gadgets!

tom cruise wears a bruce springsteen shirt

josh holloway is in it for like four minutes

the thing everyone talks about with this movie is the skyscraper climbing sequence and the reason they all talk about it is because it’s sick as hell. the fact that they do it is awesome but it’s also absolutely done right to wring every last drop of awesomeness out of it, both in the way events unfold and in the way it’s shot. i’m a film idiot i don’t know anything about cinema but i know that watching that on a TV on my couch at home, knowing it was coming and also knowing, duh, ethan hunt does not die, i felt actual biological twinges of the same anxious physical effects i feel if i look down from up too high or accidentally get too close to the subway tracks. like they HAD me.

it’s just so fun. it pops! it dazzles! it plays! it’s a movie that gives a sense of being made by people gleefully excited to play with the very coolest toys in the sandbox and happy to share them with you. it's the carly rae jepsen album of mission impossible movies

seriously i am going to be getting over tom cruise’s hair in this movie the entire rest of my life

#askbox #missions impossible

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onilorian · 1 year

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The Deal [Alhaitham x F!Reader]

⚠️SMUT: MINORS DNI⚠️

This is kind of a long one, so strap in. If you want a second part lmk ;)

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As an akademiya student it was your duty to uphold the facts and truths of the world. You often spent much time researching various topics, not sticking to one for too long.

Unfortunately this came at a cost, it was hard for you to write papers on a single topic since it took so much time and close to the end of one paper you were already researching another topic.

But one topic never ceased to pique your interest, and that was theater, specifically the dancing arts.

You remember a long time ago, when Nilou had been practicing with you and a select few of her friends as a way for you and her friends to judge if she was ready to give a real performance to the world.

After seeing her dance, you even took lessons from her in secret. You would always practice at home and never told another soul about your true love for the art.

Unfortunately for you though, your secret wouldn't be kept forever.

One day at the akademiya you were in a secluded office that was opened to any researcher but it was barely used because the topics were either well researched or were only useful for minor research.

You set your books down on a table, the only light sources coming from a pane that wasn't see through on the door, and lamps lit up dimly within the room.

You had finally found the book you were looking for. It was a reasercher who had long ago traveled across Teyvat to learn about the unique kinds of dancing to each nation.

You were first sitting down at a table as you read the book, very captured by its contents. But soon you found sketches that showed how some of the dances were preformed and you sat up a little straighter.

You turned around to see if anyone was in the room that maybe you hadn't noticed earlier. But because no one was in the room, and the door was shut, you stood up from your seat and began practicing the sketches displayed in the book. As you became more familiar with a dance from Fontaine, you began to hum as you followed through with the steps, even closing your eyes for apart of the routine.

And then suddenly you hit a wall. Or what felt like a wall until you were caught as you were falling over. You shot open your eyes as you were pressed against the chest of someone broad.

You looked up as a terrible blush crossed your face. "S-Scribe! I-I'm so sorry! I can explain!" You said as you looked up at him, and he looked down at you.

You genuinely hadn't expected the akademiya's notorious scribe, Alhaitham to walk in without warning. What was even in here for him to need at this time of day?

Unbeknownst to you, Alhaitham had actually been looking for you.

Truth be told, Alhaitham was quite infatuated with you, or moreso obsessed. Years ago he'd seen you in one of the windows of your home as you'd been practicing dancing, and he was immediately captivated.

So much so that he began to track your movements, where you liked to visit, who you tended to avoid, and even watched when you danced.

Although he let no one know of his secret. About literally stalking you. And for you, you had limited encounters with Alhaitham, but you had honestly taken a liking to the scribe.

So when Alhaitham was running late to make sure you'd make it to the akademiya, and then ended up not finding you, he became frantic. He was so sure that you would be at the akademiya. He'd even seen you head that way from a distance before he'd gotten caught up with something.

But when he heard familiar soft humming coming from a room he was about to check he was instantly relieved. So relieved he entered the room without thinking and bumped right into you while you'd been dancing.

The door behind Alhaitham slowly shut as he still held you against his chest. Relishing the warmth of you in his arms before he realized he was holding you a little too long.

"You were dancing." He bluntly said, catching you right in the act. "S-Scribe I'm sorry... I- well... I have no excuse for my actions. But please- don't report it to the sages! I'm begging you!" You said as you looked up at him.

Alhaitham looked over at the book that was open on a desk and walked over to it. You began to panic as you stood in his way, but he easily maneuvered around you. "Wait! Scribe! Please!" You said as he walked over to the book.

"A dance from Fontaine? Is this what you were doing just now?" He asks as he looks over at you, and you looked down in shame. You were trembling with fear, and Alhaitham noticed it without fail.

It lit a fire in him to see you tremble before him, knowing you were at his mercy right at this moment.

But Alhaitham moved the chair you'd previously sat on and faced it away from the desk so it was facing you.

"Show me." He said as spread his legs, his posture slightly slouched compared to his usual sitting position. So relaxed before you.

"Pardon?" You asked as you quickly looked at him.

"Show me the dance." He said. His arm slung over the back of the chair while his other hand rested on his thigh.

His tone was so commanding, you didn't know what other options you had than to listen to him.

You gulped as you got into the starting position for the dance from Fontaine. "Just like before. Close your eyes and pretend I'm not here." He said to you. You then closed your eyes as he'd requested and began to dance.

"Like I'm not here. You were humming when I wasn't in here either." He reminded you and you shivered slightly.

You then began to hum as you danced around the confined space. Alhaitham watched every movement of yours carefully. Drinking in the sight of you dancing for him.

His hand on his thigh moved to his clothed bulge and he began to palm himself as he watched you.

Finally you finished and opened your eyes again as you stopped humming. You looked down at Alhaitham who had a devious smile plastered on his face.

"Now you don't want to get in trouble for dancing in a public place, do you?" He asked and you shook your head.

"Good. Now come here, on your knees." He demanded as he motioned to right in front of him.

Your eyes widened as you looked down to see the tent in his pants that you hadn't seen before. "Scribe..." You trailed off, surprised by his actions. Never in a thousand lifetimes would you think he'd ask something of this from you.

But Alhaitham didn't move. He simply raised an eyebrow as if questioning silently as to why you were taking so long.

You finally gave in and took a few cautious steps towards him before kneeling onto the cold marble floors.

Alhaitham leaned forward and barely took your chin between his forefinger and thumb. "Look at you. So willing to please me." He said as he stroked his thumb across your bottom lip.

"Give me your hand." He ordered and you did as he asked. He took your hand in his own before kissing the back of it. He then pressed your own hand to his chest using his hand and then slid it down his abdomen.

You could feel every tense muscle as your hand trailed it's way down his torso. It finally rested on his belt before he removed his hand from yours.

"Go on." He said. Your face was even redder than before as you scooted a little closer and lifted your other hand to get his belt undone.

"So obedient." He murmured as he lustfully smiled down at you. You unzipped his pants and even pushed them down a little.

The erection he had no was undeniable, regardless if he still had his boxers on or not. Alhaitham barely moved his hips up and pushed his boxers a little further down, letting his cock spring free.

Now his breathing was a little labored as he looked down at you. His devious smirk long gone, nothing but lust in his eyes remained.

"Suck it." He ordered, and you hesitated for a moment before grabbing the base of his cock. Alhaitham kept his eyes on you, watching you in anticipation, his throbbing erection twitching in your hand.

You leaned over and gave his tip kitten licks. He hissed at the feeling of your wet tongue barely pressing against his tip.

"Stop teasing me or you'll regret it." He warned with a growl. You looked up at him as you then put your mouth on his tip and lightly began sucking. Alhaitham's head slowly tilted back as he sighed. His hand found its way to the back of your head.

You moved further down on him, his tip nearly reaching the back of your throat. "Fuck, you're so good." Alhaitham breathed out. Silent moans erupted from him as you bobbed your head up and down.

Alhaitham must have been getting impatient, because as you were going down he bucked his hips up and used his hand against your head to force you down.

You gagged slightly on him, but the moan he let out further fueled the fire in you. You began to move faster, letting the tip continously hit the back of your throat.

"Shit you're gonna make me cum-" He said as he looked back down at you. And as he looked down at you, sucking him off right there in the Akademiya he pulled you off quick, knowing he'd cum right there if you went any further.

He then grabbed you by the undersides of your arms and hoisted you up. "A-Alhaitham!" You gasped at his sudden action.

He then spun you around and pinned you down against the desk. He lifted your dress and pulled your leggings down along with your panties.

"W-Wait!" You said as you felt cool air hit your slick folds. "Already soaking just from sucking me off?" He asked as he brought a finger and ran it against your folds.

"I- ngh- Scribe please." You begged, your legs trembling as he touched you. "Please what? You want me to do something about you hm?" He asked and you looked back at him, his silver eyes met with your own. You nodded at his question and a devilish smile played on his lips.

"Remember, you asked for this." He said as his finger trailed along your slickness before he sunk a finger in without warning.

You gasped loudly as he pumped the finger in and out, not soon after he added a second one. "Scribe!" You called out before moaning.

Alhaitham leaned over, his hot breath fanning against your ear. "I like it better when you say my name. Go on, say it." He said as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, even curling them from time to time.

"Alhaitham~" You moaned out and he growled quietly in your ear. Alhaitham then stood up, taking his fingers out of you and you cried at the feeling of losing his fingers.

But then you felt his tip against your hole and you shot your head up. "W-Wait I don't know if I'm ready-" You began as you moved your hand back to press against his muscular abdomen.

Alhaitham grabbed your wrist, and the other one before leaning over you to pin your wrists against your head.

"You can take it. I made sure you will." He whispered in your ear, and you moved your head away, slightly embarrassed and not wanting to look at him.

Alhaitham scoffed before quickly flipping you onto your back, laying you onto the desk he moved his hand way from your wrist and to the front of your dress where he pulled the front of it down to reveal your breasts.

You gasped as the cool air hardened your nipples further. "Look at you. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He said before leaning down and putting his hot mouth on one of your nipples.

You then felt as he pressed his tip against your hole again and barely pushed it in.

"Ah! Alhaitham!" You said, a mix of pleasurable uncertainty coursing through you. "You trying to alert the whole Akademiya? You want them to see me railing you right here in this room?" He asked and you brought a hand to your mouth.

Alhaitham smiled as he licked your nipple, loving your reaction to his touch and his words. Alhaitham then slowly began pushing further into you. "You're so tight.." He grunted as one of his hands found the underside of your thigh and lifted it just above his waist.

When Alhaitham bottomed out in you, your head flew back against the desk, your hand keeping the moans from escaping your mouth.

Alhaitham then used his other hand to lift up your other leg, so that both would be wrapped around him.

He then leaned over your body once more, and using a free hand that had just left the bottom of your thigh, he removed your hand before kissing you.

Alhaitham stayed still, not moving an inch as he kissed you. And when he pulled away his mouth stayed agape as he panted. "Can I move?" He asked and you nodded.

Slowly he started pumping in and out of you. He moved his head down, hooking his finger around the collar of your shirt and moving it where be began to lick and suck on your shoulder.

Your arms wrapped around him as he moved in and out of you at a slow pace. Quiet moans left you as you before you bit your lip.

"You're so fucking hot..." Alhaitham said against your collar bone before taking another lick at it. "You don't know how long... I've been watching you-" He said in between hot breaths.

Your eyes widened as he said that, he'd been watching you?

"Wanted to- ngh- fuck you for so long." He said as his pace began to quicken. Your mind was becoming a mess, attempting to logically register what he was saying, but the pleasure was clouding your thoughts.

He then moved his hands back under your thighs and he stood up straight. He suddenly quickened his pace and you nearly cried out, but instead brought both your hands to your mouth.

"Taking me so fucking well-" He huffed out, the sounds you two were making were clearly obscene at this point.

The, out of nowhere you both began to hear voices from outside the door.

"Are you sure you saw the Scribe go in here? Why would he want to be in here?" You both heard a voice and Alhaitham stopped, your heart dropped immediately at the voices outside of the door.

Both you and Alhaitham were looking at each other, faces turned to shock. Then a knock came to the door. "Scribe Alhaitham? Are you in there?" You both heard the voice clear as day now.

You removed your hands and pressed them against his abdomen, as if trying to signal him to stop so you both could get dressed quickly.

Alhaitham was panting hard, looking down at you he let out a quiet and airy chuckle before he slowly starting moving again.

You nearly gasped as he did and you whispered, "We're going to get caught!" You said and he grinned devilishly. "You afraid that they'll see me fucking your brains out?" He whispered as his grip on your hips tightened.

"I told you he wasn't here! There's no logical explanation for him to be in that room anyway." You heard another voice and finally you heard footsteps fading away.

You finally let your arms rest against your sides as they walked away, being able to relax a little.

"Look at you, thinking you get a rest now." Alhaitham said before he suddenly slammed in and out of you.

You nearly let out a cry, but Alhaitham's large hand covered your mouth. "You're really wanting to get caught? Aren't you? Show all these people here who you belong to, hm?" Alhaitham said as he kept thrusting at a relentless pace.

His other hand found its way to your clit where he began rubbing it in quick circles.

You moaned against his mouth, as your eyes rolled back, and your hands searching for anything on the table to grab onto.

Alhaitham removed his hand from your mouth as he looked down at the two of you connecting for a moment. "Fuck- I'm gonna cum. Where?" He asked and you looked him right in his eyes.

"In me." You said and Alhaitham's eyes went wide. "I'm safe." You explained and you could tell he felt relieved.

"Fine I'll fill you up then." He said as he relentlessly pounded into you.

Alhaitham unconsciously kept leaning over until he was finally close enough to your face to feel your breath fanning over him. "H-Haitham- I'm close-" You moaned out quietly as you brought your hands to either side of his face.

Alhaitham blushed slightly at the use of the nickname. He then kissed you as his movements became sloppy, and he felt your walls tighten around him.

You moaned into his mouth as you came around him, the feeling of you cumming on him forced his own climax.

He shoved himself inside you completely as hot ropes of cum filled your insides. He stayed still inside you for a moment as he sloppily made out with you.

Finally Alhaitham disconnected from you completely, some of his semen and your own juices spilled from you onto the marble floor.

"Look at you, making a mess." He said as he drank in your fucked out sight. He wasn't even sure if you heard him at all.

Alhaitham pulled himself together and put his boxers and pants back on before looking around and then finding tissues.

He grabbed them and began to clean up the mess. You whined a little when he wiped you up, you were still overly sensitive.

"I know, it's okay." He said as he finished wiping you up. Alhaitham threw away the used tissues before helping you get dressed again. He could tell you were quite exhausted.

"You should go home and rest." He whispered as he helped you sit up, but you felt slightly uncomfortable sitting. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands found their way to your hips.

You let your head fall back slightly as you looked at him with hooded eyes. "If you come with me I will." You said and his grip on your hips tightened slightly at your statement.

Alhaitham was slightly stunned, but then he chuckled breathily. "If that's what you wish." He said and you nodded with a sleepy smile.

Alhaitham helped you off the table, and at first you genuinely could not walk, but soon found your strength even though your legs were still shaking.

You walked over to the door and placed your hand onto the handle. But it wouldn't budge, and then you realized it was locked.

You turned to Alhaitham who had his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. "You made me believe it was unlocked!" You said and he shrugged, "Your reactions muse me." He replied and you huffed.

You finally unlocked the door and opened it, leaving the room and out into the open.

Looking around, you breathed out a sigh of relief that no one had heard anything.

At least, you hoped no one had heard anything.

#alhaitham x reader smut #al haitham #alhaitham #genshin smut #genshin impact #al haitham x reader smut #smut #lemon #alhaitham x reader lemon

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mirambles · 10 months

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Teri Meri Kahaniyaan: Ek Sau Teeswan (Review)

Ek Sau Teeswan is the last story in the 3 film anthology Teri Meri Kahaniyaan.

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Let me be honest upfront, if not for this film being Wahaj Ali’s debut film, I would not have headed to the theatres in the first week of its release to watch it on the big screen. Before I dive into the details of the third story, a quick word on the first two stories in this anthology.

The first film Jin Mahal is a horror comedy with an underlying commentary on class and social strata that exists within all countries. The entire homeless family from the grandmom, to the parents and kids are wonderful to watch! They play their parts so well, especially Gul E Rana who plays the blind grandmom is an utter riot. Much much fun.

Skip the second story Pasoori (I couldn’t cause I watched it in the theatre) - it’s such a bad copy of a Bollywood film. The leads are not only terrible dancers, but they are also bad actors. I have seen both in different PTV dramas and was disappointed how bad Ramsha was here. I had no expectations from Shereyar (Osama of Zindagi Gulzar Hai) and I have no clue how he is getting any main lead roles. Can’t emote to save his life. Where is the fast forward button when you need it!

Now the winner of this film - the third story Ek Sau Teeswan (123rd). I’m not wrong to say that it is the biggest reason for the success of this film. Mehwish Hayat as Sadaf and Wahaj Ali as Asad star in this short tale of strangers on a train.

Two people meet on a train journey - a game of flirtations ensues , and co-passengers on the train join the audience to play the ‘will they , won’t they’ game.

The movie is Sadaf’s story, of her loyalty to her marriage despite the betrayal from her husband. Asad is clearly smitten by Sadaf’s beauty and makes no qualms about it. But he is carrying his own baggage of his marriage falling apart. In the next 30 mins through their conversations, we learn everything we have to about Sadaf and nothing about Asad. This is where the biggest flaw of the story is - it could have been more balanced giving us the male and female perspective on marriage.

But like I said, this story is about Sadaf, about a woman’s perspective. No woman today is going to like the narrative that Sadaf is working with when it comes to her marriage. I definitely didn’t, because adultery is an absolute deal breaker for me. It’s no go, cannot be forgiven. There is even a hint of abuse at the hands of the husband and that’s worse. So I couldn’t root for Sadaf for the choices she makes or sympathise with her. Mehwish though, reminded me so much of Chitragandha Singh and she is really delightful to watch. I get the writer was probably trying to say loyalty trumps love for women, but the way it was shown from Sadaf’s story was not palatable.

Now let’s go to the main reason I went for the movie - to watch Wahaj essay Asad for a total screen time of less than 30mins of this 40mins film. Like I said earlier we get to know very little about Asad. Asad tries to initiate the conversation but the rest of the journey is only about him reacting to Sadaf’s views and opinions. Through her story it is implied that he reassess his marriage and his feelings. I would love to dissect that last line he delivers and his expressions, but that would be a major spoiler for those who haven’t watched the movie.

Wahaj as Asad is charming as hell the moment he enters the screen, he is made for the big screen because you can’t take your eyes off him. Minimal dialogues , maximum expressions. How powerful are his eyes, mesmerising and captivating. They are speaking all the time - the infatuation, the realisation, the disappointment, the love, the apology. Wahaj needs no words, no dialogues. It’s like the writer and director narrated the character to him - said you don’t have many dialogues, now show me what you can do! Wahaj aced the assignment.

I need to see Wahaj in a full fledged slow burn, angsty , healthy romance. I have said so many times, he is born to romance on screen. He is not perfect as an all round actor, but he has perfected the romance genre, the look of love, the heart melting confessions, even if it’s only one line in this entire film. He woos you, he charms you, the moment he looks at you. I wish Pakistani drama and film industry does justice to his talents - he needs more powerful scripts and strong characters to show the world what he is truly capable of.

Mehwish Hayat is an accomplished name in the industry, while Wahaj is making his debut in this film - but he matches her effortlessly in terms of acting and screen presence! It’s not my favourite pairing of his, but he can create chemistry with anyone!

In summary, Ek Sau Teeswan is Sadaf’s story, any other actor playing Asad could have been a side character; but Wahaj as Asad tiptoes gently in the story and ends up stealing the limelight with that last line delivery and look! A star in the making - choose the right scripts Wahaj and we are seated to watch you soar!

Verdict : Teri Meri Kahaniyaan is not a blow your mind, must watch film. It’s good in parts and has many flaws. If you are a Wahaj Ali fan like me , definitely go watch him on the big screen if the film is running in a theatre near you. If not, wait for it to release on OTT and do watch him essay the gentle, soft spoken, charming Asad. Until you wait, listen to this wonderful track in Shuja Haider’s voice - a song about unsaid, unspoken, unexpressed, unrequited love.

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 10 months

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Ooh, ooh, what about Crawly (at any point really, but probably earlier on i would guess) and Aziraphale meeting Death of Snakes? (Holds scythe wrapped in tail tip)

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Let's go with Crawly between Eden and the Ark (cause I refuse to believe that they didn't see each other again for a thousand years).

Warning: mentioned animal death (it's not seen, but we do see the Bone Snake)

On with the fic!

"Seems that the humans are doing just fine on their own here." Aziraphale spoke as he and Crawly walked through the streets of a newly established town.

It was small, most of the 'buildings' were temporary structures, though some of the humans were hard at work making mud brick homes. Aziraphale always enjoyed watching the humans as they went about the world around them. After all, this planet was meant to be explored!

"Of course they are!" Crawly scoffed, drinking from a clay mug that he was carrying around with him. Aziraphale had his own, gifts from a family that they had helped. Well, Crawly didn't help with fixing up a tent like the angel did, nah, he was busy entertaining the children and keeping them out of the way.

Still, it was nice to be paid in good, homemade beer, even if your deed wasn't as evil as you probably should have made it. Crawly said that he was doing something evil, but didn't exactly explain what it was at all, Aziraphale thought he was just trying to hide the fact that he liked to entertain humans.

"Angel, look out!" Aziraphale snapped out of his thoughts, being yanked out of the way of a fast moving cart, pulled by two oxen. He had nearly been ran over! Oh, what a terrible way to be dicorporated!

"Oh," he turned to the demon at his side, "thank y-!" A finger was pressed to his lips and Crawly hissed.

"Shhh! Not so loud, do you want the whole bloody village to hear!?"

"Well, that was..." Aziraphale cleared his throat. "Anyway, shall we continue?"

He turned to look at Crawly, but the demon was completely focused on something on the ground. Sadly, it appeared that a snake had not gotten out of the way in time. "Oh, the poor dear."

"Probably didn't even notice, too many people about, makes feelin' vibrations rather..." Crawly started but trailed off as the two of them noticed something that none of the humans saw.

A snake, made completely out of bones, slithered towards the fallen one. It wore a strip of black around itself, a makeshift hood covering over a portion of its face. Clenched in its bony tail tip was a miniature scythe.

Crawly seemed to be on high alert next to Aziraphale, blindly grabbing for the angel's hand. Aziraphale allowed for him to take it, feeling a rather tight, painful grip.

The bony snake made a small hissing sound before shifting the scythe around and they watched as the fallen snake seemed to shift, until a more faint version of it followed after the now-departing bone snake.

It turned back to look at them. GOOD AFTERNOON, GENTLEMEN. It said in a way that it echoed in their own skulls.

"A-afternoon to you as well." Aziraphale greeted, very aware that this was one of Death's friends.

Crawly was completely silent as they watched the two snakes leave this mortal plane. Aziraphale let out a breath he hadn't noticed he was holding onto. "Well, that... is often why I try to voice animal sacrifices and the like, always so uncomfortable when Death and his little counterparts show up, you know? Crawly?"

He looked at Crawly, who was quite pale and trembling.

Ah. Yes. Might be rather unsettling to come across the death snake, it seems. "Right, let's go find a tent that is making some wine, I think we need something stronger than beer." The angel stated, still holding Crawly's hand as he guided him away.

The only reason I know there is a death for different animals is because I just recently watched The Amazing Maurice and it seems exactly like something I'd come across in Terry Pratchett's work. (Mind you, I've only read Good Omens and have read a bit of the first book for Discworld, so... yeah. Still, a Bone Snake seems like a possibility and someone Crowley greatly fears).

(Also, I greatly enjoyed The Amazing Maurice and had no idea that the guy who plays Ligur was in it. That was cool to find out!)

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #john's drabbles

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stesierra · 9 months

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Find the vibes tag!

@space-writes tagged me with the vibe here comes trouble. Sorry to be so slow!

I'm drawing from Cast Out.

I had untangled myself from the tent by the time the first of them reached us. I recognized him long before he swung down from his saddle-pad. The lack of a nose was distinctive.

Amaz strode towards me, his eyes narrow and flashing. He didn't look much like the man who had rescued me from the spectacles, or signed kind words to me like I was a lost little girl. He looked enraged, his nostrils flared and chin jutting forward, and he stepped far too close to me for comfort. He smelled of sweat and myrrh.

"Where is the child?" Amaz demanded, his hands slashing.

I took a step back. "I don't know. We separated from them–"

"Surely you understand that an infant cannot be allowed to grow in such squalor. Its soul–"

Thesil had come up beside me. Now her hands swept the air, her signs clumsy but legible. "She told you, we don't know! Are you stupid?"

Stupid was running up to insult a man who'd just been talking about killing people. I glanced at Thesil's face, and the terrified defiance in her expression struck me. She knew it was stupid. She'd done it anyway, to draw him off me. In that moment, I wanted to hug her. But a furious pilgrim loomed over us, so I kept the feeling to myself.

When I looked at Amaz, some of the fury had drained from his face, replaced by something cold and calculating. He signed, "Did they abandon you here, child? It is not done to leave children to starve between camps. Another thing Abursa must answer for." He looked over my head, towards the sky, as though he could see her punishment written in the clouds. I didn't want to know what he saw.

"No!" I signed, so violently he looked back at me. "We chose to stay."

His brows lifted. "People do not chose to stay in the wastelands cursed by the Unknowns. What drove you away? Did they abuse you?" The glitter in his eyes suggested he wanted me to say yes.

"Nothing Abursa did. She's been kind. But she wouldn't let the troupe to stay here to do what needed to be done. We were willing to take the risk." My face heated. I'd made us sound very heroic.

He frowned. "What needed to be done?"

I stepped between him and Thesil. "One of the troupe-members died. A scout who had gone ahead to the city. When he came back..." I hesitated. To name the devil seemed to conjure it.

Thesil, behind me, must have responded, because Amaz's face paled and then turned red. A vein stood out in his throat, drawing my attention away from his hands. But I couldn't ignore the sign he threw his body into. "That's impossible."

I said, "Abursa said it was death-palsy."

His signs had a terrible precision. "She was mistaken. Holy Efra would never allow it to return."

I said, "But it killed a man. We saw it."

"We have followed her directives perfectly. We have kept pure. She would not allow it to return."

"But she did." I pointed towards the pyre. "His bones are over there. We burned the flesh off them."

Amaz stalked past us, neck held stiff. He didn't look as though he believed us, but even so fear flashed in his eyes.

Thesil stepped closer. Her hands signed, "Is he an idiot?"

"No," I signed. "He just has a lot of faith."

"Same thing," she signed.

I didn't have the energy to chide her. I was too busy watching Amaz as he stood over the cremated remains and rubbed the scar of his nose. His boot lashed towards the pile of ash and scattered it, uncovering bones I could see even from here. He crouched and stared at them.

I led Thesil over to his side. I hadn't seen the bones of the dead man earlier, not really. They lay in the ash just as the dead man had lain. The hands were still crooked into claws, the back arched, the legs frozen in the last moment of a frenzy. It didn't look like a peaceful death. It didn't look like a body laid gently to rest. For a moment, I wished we could have straightened his limbs. But his spirit surely would not care, and to touch him that much would have been more risk than I dared.

Amaz shot to his feet as we neared him. He turned on us, his brows peaked over his ruined nose. He did not bother signing. "Did you touch the body?"

"Not directly," I said. "Only the tent around him."

"I should kill you."

Thesil stiffened. "Are you crazy? You can't–"

"Abursa, for all her foolishness, was right to refuse to approach the body."

"We couldn't leave him here," I argued. "Someone could have found the body and gotten infected–"

"That, too, is right. But you should have buried him in rocks, thrown stones from a distance. Anything but stepping near the corpse of a man so impure he brought this death down on his own head."

"I don't think he did," I said. "He was unlucky–"

"He was corrupt. Otherwise, Holy Efra would never permit–"

"Holy Efra doesn't care about us," Thesil signed. "Otherwise she'd have saved all of us by now. If the disease is gone, why do we keep getting thrown away?"

He stared at her. "Because the cities do not need corruption. And because of the risk of this." He shook his head. "You are not merely imperfectas now. You are carriers."

"We waited a week," I said. "Neither of us have gotten sick yet. Surely if we'd caught it–"

"I should kill you," he repeated. His face had fallen into sorrowful lines. "But you are only children. And you meant well." He closed his eyes, lifting his head towards the sky. "I will pray for guidance in this matter."

"You do that," signed Thesil, nudging me away from him. "We'll just–"

He opened his eyes. "I cannot allow you to spread this. Forgive me."

I never saw what hit me.

I'm leaving an open tag for the vibe Rocks fall, everyone dies.

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i want to hear ur thoughts abt object terror, you philosophor

so disclaimer i havent seen OT in fucking months so this insane ramble isnt gna be. the best but

object terror is one of the best worst fucking object shows ive ever seen, literally the PRIME example of some edgy kid trying to make an object show that isnt ur grandmas object show. no. this is the REAL shit and they say SLURS and theres BLOOD and GORE (yes im serious theres blood and gore and death but itsnot that bad, definitely a bit shocking if u didnt expect it to happen tho)

theres also shitty voice acting and terrible mic quality galore, EX: theres a fucking cup that had this dogshit mic for the longest fucking time and it deadass sounded like bro was talking into a washing machine ohmy god, i remember there was a clip of him going around on twitter a while ago cuz of this (i think that was my first time seeing anything from OT too so theres that)

OH and theres cactus, i barely remember anything abt him but he had this fucking emotionless voice that made me HYSTERICAL. there was a scene where someone got him pissed and he said "you take that back" with. absolutely no emotion at all and since then me and my friends keep fucking quoting that line cuz its the funniest fucking shit ever

btw that slur line i said earlier wasnt a joke, one of the characters straight up drops the R SLUR in the FIRST EPISODE (funnily enough, that character became the creators objectsona i think? ik they kinda used him as a mascot for a bit which is so fucking funny) tho i dont think they drop anymore slurs after that but dont take my word on it

anyways i gotta talk abt my favorite fucking part abt this fucking show before i get to. mint

THESE FUCKING CUNTS.

before i watched object terror i got fucking warned abt these two because there was a . homophobic scene w them or some shit and i had NO idea what it was for the longest time so i was really excited to see what object homophobia was gna be graced upon my faggotly eyes

and then theyjust. started making out randomly. LIKE OUTTA NOWHERE and there were other characters there that were gna try to attack/kill them? but then they saw them kissing and were like omg ewww boys (i think. the stuff that happens after this scene is kinda blurry tbh and im NOT gonna go back and watch the clip to see what happens ok. i REFUSE) and im sorry but thats the best fucking object show scene ever

AND LIKE? IDK? MAYBE ITS JUST ME BUT I DONT GET WHY I SAW PPL SAY THIS WAS HOMOPHOBIC???? i dunno maybe its just me but like these two just kissed while watching tv and eating chicken AND NOTHING BAD HAPPENED TO THEM!!! THEY LITERALLY WON IMMUNITY BY THE END OF THE EPISODE TOO. THEY WON. THE GAYS WON. and its so fucking funny to me bro object terror LOVES the gays

ok now i need to talk about mint im sorry i hate this fucking thing so much I NEED TO KILL HIM WITH A ROCK!!!! FFFUCK!!

hes literally just taco ii but 100x worse, i dont even like tacos evil arc or whatever cuz i always found her annoying BUT MINT IS SO MUCH WORSE

never in my. almost 2 years of watching object shows have i ever hated a character so fucking much LIKE GENUINELY THIS THING MAKES ME SO FRUSTRATED. hes just that. lol XD random character FOR THE WHOLE SERIES. just annoying and loud and does literally fucking nothing AND THE JOKES W HIM ARE SO FORCED I SWEAR THEY STOPPED . EVERYTHING THAT WAS GOING ON IN AN EPISODE JUST TO FOCUS ON THIS MOTHERFUCKER CUZ HE WAS GONNA DO SOMETHING FUNNY. im not mad that im missing out on some "juicy" object terror "lore" im just pissed that i have to see this fucking disgrace on my screen

oh and in the latest episode (as of now, the series isnt actually finished yet and i hope to god it never gets continued) SUDDENLY mint has a fucking arc THAT WAS NEVER FORESHADOWED AT ALL IN THE SERIES!! SO SUDDENLY HES A SMART GENIUS THAT COULD DO ANYTHING CUZ HE HAS MACHINES N SHIT AND A WHOLE ASS LABORATORY ??????? THEN HE FUCKING DIES

do you know how many fucking. mid and uninteresting characters we had to lose for him

DO YOU KNOW THE LOSSES I HAD TO DEAL WITH CUZ OF HIM

he lived for too fuckig long in this show dammit it pisses me off that he's even a character that exists . i blame him for being the reason why i hate joke characters (except david ily david bfdi)

i dont wanna talk abt him anymore im gonna

OK OK BUT. 1 more thing. smore

smore is this guy that they introduced later on in the series and hes a FUCKING. DEMON FROM HELL and i need him so bad actually

i think at some point he tries to . kill mint too so im literaly making out with him rn oh my god HES SO

im so mad hes in object terror IM GETTING YOU OUTTA THERE BABY ‼ ‼ 🗣🗣

honestly tho he was so cool im a little mad that they introduced him so late into the show CUZ WE ONLY SEE HIM FOR LIKE 2 EPISODES GRAHHHH RAAGHHHH babygirl

anyways thats it i feel like theres more but im not gonna wring out any more object terror knowledge from my brain i think that'll kill me

hope u enjoyed my insanity anon heres a loser . hope this heals you

#long post #seriously i mean it #dear god im not fucking normal #are u happy #ask

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neverswungonswingingstars · 1 year

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You've called for Newsreader discussion and I was compelled to give it to you. And I think I have to rewatch it again because I've recently binged a ton of Sam's other work and now I want to go back to the best of it. I'm so curious as to show they'll start season 2 in regards to Dale and Helen's relationship. Any thoughts? The other Australian show that had a gay character that I've watched (A Place to Call Home) really did him dirty in the end so I'm a little concerned. Dale also seems to be seeped in the internal homophobia right now so I don't see how he could be ready to pursue a relationship with Tim, as much as I'd love that. But I don't know if Helen is going to continue their relationship knowing Dale's feelings for Tim. Season 1 ended in such an interesting place that I think how they handle this storyline will say a lot about the future of the show. It was hard for me to really root for Helen and Dale when he was hiding himself from her and lying to himself so I don't know if we really know the true potential their yet. And I just thought Dale and Tim's chemistry was more obvious than anything else.

Yessss I love talking about this show so much 😂 but I am always really terrible at analysing or figuring out stuff so I like other people to tell me what they think haha!

I have no idea what they'll do with their relationship next series! What are you thinking? I have to say that when Helen said to him that she loves him the way he is I absolutely died because its just the most sweetest lovely thing she could have said to him. Especially since she most definitely did have every right to be mega pissed at him for cheating (I read somewhere that Anna torv improvised that line as well which is just 😍 there's a reason I've had a crush on her for years now haha)

Whenever I think about helen/dale/Tim I basically get myself going in circles haha. I absolutely love all 3 of them for starters so I keep going between them and who I like haha

I think Dale and Helen are really cute together but I genuinely can't decide how much of it between them is dale just wanting it to work or whether he really does love her that way. His trauma has cut him deep so he is clearly repressing so so much. Do you think he's bi or just really really repressed? I go back and forth all the time! As for Tim and dale, they genuinely give me butterflies whenever there's scenes with the two of them I love them together so much! Butttt as you said, I'm not sure how an actual relationship between them would go right now because the boy got so many issues (and no bloody wonder after what happened to him. I would have loved to just kind of stay with Tim as he kind of clicked after hearing what dale went through and putting into place why he reacted the way he did about everything earlier)

I haven't seen that other show! I do always worry about what they'll do for these things as well, but just have to keep fingers crossed! And hopefully we'll get season 2 soon! I cant just keep rewatching season 1 like 3 times a week for the next year 😂

Sorry I went on there. I clearly have a lot of thoughts and I'm not very articulate with these things 😂

#I'll tag this as spoilers in case anyone else is watching. and please give me all the more opinions about this show if you have em!#the newsreader #sam reid #anna torv #ask #mp #the newsreader spoilers

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aristobun · 2 years

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‘ Is that the biggest one you could find at the market? ‘ brown eyes look on in horror as Joshua and Jesse walk through the door, the younger of the two holding the pumpkin while the older of the two carried all of the bags filled to the brims with decor and party food ingredients.

‘ Hel, don’t you think this is a bit much for one night? ‘ Jesse asks, coming over to the kitchen so he can drop the bags onto the counter and go about removing every item she asked for.

‘ Absolutely not—while aunt Debbie and uncle Bobby are out for the evening I figured we could all have some fun of our own with a small party slash get together type situation, ‘ Helene never once during their childhoods refused to have a good time on Halloween. ‘ Colly will be here soon and Joseph is coming over in a few hours, too, ‘ she adds.

‘ Yea but, Hel.. there’s sweets in this bag that would even take a kid a week to eat, ‘ Joshua adds his own input, backing up Jesse with how extreme their cousin seems to get during any given holiday, yet forgetting entirely that their parents go all out for Christmas every year, too.

‘ You guys realise my Dad is workin’ every Halloween night, right? I can’t go over there to have a bit of spooky fun, so I have no choice but to come here and celebrate with you guys and my best friend, ‘ she states, tossing and turning the pumpkin a few times to figure out its best angle while deep down she wanted to curse it for being the tiniest one she’d ever seen.

Deducing that it wasn’t too sorry a sight given it was larger than her head at least, she called to Joshua to collect the knife and begin carving the mouth, because lord knows she messed that one up something terrible the year before and it looked less like a horrifying vegetable and more like a kid-friendly mascot for an advert that tried to convince the wee ones to eat their greens.

‘ I got this, ‘ he says, grabbing the sharpest knife in the drawer and working away on the rather tough-skinned veggie while Helene spread out all the bags of sweets Jesse had collected from the nearest supermarket. ‘ Do you want pee your pants scary or chill up your spine scary? ‘ he asks, debating between square edges or pointy edges for the mouth.

‘ Pointy if you can, Josh.. just not too terrifying in case the parents come knocking, ‘ she laughs, opening the bags of vampire fangs, jelly snakes, fizzy lollipops, haribos, fun size chocolate bars and chocolate buttons. ‘ There’s so much here, Jess, ‘ she laughed, emptying each bag into the halloween themed bags for each child to take when they knocked.

Helene spent a good hour at least sorting through the sweets when the doorbell rang, but it was only 5pm so they had plenty of time yet and she squealed with excitement when Colleen popped her head into the kitchen and made her way over, booze in hand and a box or two of cadbury’s roses and nestle’s quality street, which had Helene screeching in joy.

‘ You’re a life saver, ‘ she said, spotting the chocolate first and feeling her mouth start to water as she knew full well they were for the adults this evening because the kids had their own ready to go as soon as they arrived. ‘ What’s in the bottles? ‘ she asks, trying to read the labels.

‘ A bottle of bucks fizz, champagne and some red wine to keep us going, ‘ Colleen answered, the bottles being placed down on the kitchen table as soon as she walks into the room, but she very quickly gets to work on opening a box of chocolates and letting Helene snoop first to pick a piece before digging in herself to get the night started earlier than usual.

‘ That’s my girl, ‘ brown eyes glance over at green ones as both ladies start to cackle and Joshua immediately makes some wacky remark about the pair of them sounding like witches as he keeps carving the spooky face into the pumpkin.

‘ Yep, so better watch out, Josh, ‘ Colleen pipes up, swooping closer behind him to whisper those words almost menacingly over his shoulder, which he shrugs off with a laugh of his own.

#drabble #save #joshua starling #helene marie starling

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It's actually terribly inconvenient to be caught in a superhero battle on your way to work. The main reason for this is obviously that no matter how hard you try, you will always arrive to work late, and a lot of companies are not very lenient on tardiness of any kind. Their logic being that people would start stopping to watch the superhero battles rather than hurry to work, they decided to avoid the whole worm of cans altogether and just punish their workers for circumstances out of their control. This is, of course, a bit of a problem when workers need to put together a travel schedule to get to work on time, because a schedule is based on predictable events, and superheroes don't usually thrive on predicability. Therefore, an irrational amount of extra time is added to the schedule just to be safe.

Time and time again, though, the world proves to be hellbent on mocking ordinary people's lives.

Take, for example, Ms. Marjorie Elaine Miller's current predicament pertaining to her usual 6 am train being derailed by a stray starblast from the superhero "Shooting star" (appropriately named for his penchant for shooting incredibly small, literal stars. He however lacks the luck his name indicates he should grant should he be seen. He is in fact not often seen, though his mess certainly is, and if you managed to be caught in the same area as him, you would not, in fact, be lucky).

Ms. Marjorie Elaine Miller was not badly injured in the train accident, although she most likely had a slight concussion, but her travel schedule certainly took a hit.

This was not only terribly inconvenient, but also pretty bad. Marjorie had been very unlucky the last year and racked up many write-ups for arriving late due to traffic and superheroes, even despite her early train. "They do say that crime never sleeps, so I suppose it wasn't improbable that it would also be up at 6 am," she tried to reason with the manager after a train crash earlier that year, but he was not amused. (Which was a shame, really. He seemed exactly the person that desperately needed something to laugh at.)

As a result Marjorie had started taking an even earlier train, but there is a limit to how much one can do when you're dangerously low on sleep, and after coming particularly late home the day before, she unintentionally slept in and missed the train. Therefore, she had to gamble on her usual train.

If her luck that day was any indication, we can assume she would have made a terrible gambler.

At long last, she arrived at work twenty minutes after she was supposed to.

Entering the door, her coworker's eyes darted up at her almost inhumanly, watching her intently as she quickly and quietly walked to her desk. Some snickered, but most knew the look on her face, and as they glanced at the time, they too adopted a similar expression out of empathy.

She sat down at her desk. The floor was dead silent apart from the clacking of keys on computers. Then, the storm came.

The storm, legally named Hugo Bartholomew Kelman, actually fit his real name slightly better than his nickname. Storms usually have the connotation of something big and majestic, but Hugo was just a lanky and awkward middle-aged man that could make a huge racket. And that was exactly what he had come to do.

"Ms. Miller," he said with almost too much of a smirk, bordering on actual enthusiasm. "Did you come in late again?"

Hugo lived a block away. He took his pretentious electric scooter to work. The scooter had flames on its sides. He had painted them himself. They weren't proportional to each other.

Marjorie took a deep breath. This could only really go two ways, and a 50% chance of a bad outcome, usually means it will go bad. That's just math. At least Marjorie's math.

Just by looking at Hugo, you could tell: he thrived on others' suffering. That is why Marjorie decided she would not give him the satisfaction of having the truth and then crushing her. She would rather lie.

"Actually no, there was a time travel mishap and they had to reset the clocks this morning, so I'm thirty minutes early. You should try knowing what's going on every once in a while, keep up with the times, you know?"

Though he was about to take her job, that retort made her feel better than she had felt in several weeks, even though she would probably have felt much better if she wasn't aware that Hugo was about to take her job.

Well, technically, Hugo couldn't take her job, as he was not the manager; he was just annoying. But there was one thing this annoying bastard could take: the manager out to lunch and tattle like his life depended on it (which it probably did. Marjorie had never seen him work. Maybe this was the only use he had).

The manager was a solemn brick of an imitation of a man. He had no sense of humor, little to no concept of empathy, and a distinct lack of eye contact skill. Talking to a brick wall was more engaging. But, somehow, he had taken, -not a liking, it was unclear what he liked, but - a passive accepting attitude towards Hugo's presence. (Maybe Hugo's only useful skill was the one he actively used for his own gain. That fits.)

A character who's sole motivation is "I will not die, not here, not like this, and not after only having had a shitty job" and "I am not a warrior in any way, shape or form but I do actually know how to do my taxes" and "NOPE. get me out of here immediately, no prophesies, the prophecy can't be fulfilled if no one lives to hear it." She is the very embodiment of spite, does care for people but in a very not-until-they-are-mortally-wounded-will-i-show-it way. She is like *actually* not suited for the task she has been given, but forced, kicking and screaming into it...

people become superheroes by being the subject of prophecies. the prophecies aren't necessarily heroic and epic, but they impact the world around them in a way that lines up with one great prophecy (which lines up with a greater prophecy, turtles all the way down).

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Burn For Me - Chapter 3a

*Warning Adult Content*

Conner Carmichael

“What the crap,” someone exclaimed as we hit the floor.

I was in such a rush to leave I didn’t see the person walking down the hall.

A curtain of gold appeared in the corner of my eyes, as I collided with a soft body.

“I’m, so sorry,” I stuttered trying to get to my feet.

An annoyed tisking sound came from the person below me and I finally glanced down at them.

I found myself straddling Constance Sky, the neighboring pack Alpha's daughter.

She was one of the most renowned female wolves in our Elder Academy when we were seniors last year.

I had never met her before but I had seen her and heard of her ruthless mean girl ways and popularity with the male species.

And it was just my luck that I would be the one to run in to her.

“Get the fuck off me, dweeb,” she snarled as her green eyes glared daggers at me.

Quickly, I scrambled to my feet apologizing once more before lending her my hand which she smacked away with a huff.

“What the hell is your problem, Connor?” she snapped picking up her purse and wiped her short white skirt off, there were dirt stains already marring the clean fabric.

I opened my mouth to say something but suddenly I stopped… wait did she just say my name?

I thought in astonishment.

“You know who I am?” I asked staring at her with my jaw to the floor.

Queen bee knew my name.

I watched as she stopped for a second as something flashed in her eyes before she regain her composure and I frowned, what was that about.

“Well duh, doofus. You are one of the most lame person to ever walk these halls,” she scoffed, looking at me with such an absolute expression, I cringed back a little.

"Ow."

“Now are you going to tell me what the hell you’re doing down in the west wing? This is a restricted area, closed off to students and visitors and that includes you loser. What are you doing at school anyway? Reminiscing about your pathetic high school years?” she said rising one perfectly shaped blonde eyebrow.

“Why are you down here? I’m pretty sure you graduated along with me, if I’m not mistaken?” I shot back.

Her face took on the color of a light pink.

“That’s none of your business, dumbass” she retorted with an elegant hair flip.

“Why do you keep insulting me?” I asked tilting my head in question.

“Because I want to” she shrugged.

‘That’s not even an answer,’ I thought internally rolling my eyes.

Then I remembered her question and it brought me back to why I had freaked out earlier.

“I think there’s someone in a giant metal box, down in the old prison cell,” I said pointing to the door behind me.

I watched her blink a few times as she looked at me like I had two heads.

“Well this was fun but I think I’m going to go now,” she said slowly, as she backed away but I reach forward, grabbing her by the arm.

“No, I’m serious. The school is going to do something terrible to them. I heard these men having an ominous conversation back there, like something big was going to happen tonight.”

That edgy feeling was coming back to me and it was crushing my chest with its invisible force.

For some reason, I knew it would be bad, if whatever these people had planned, where to succeed.

“Let go of my arm,” Constance struggled from my grip.

“Please. I know you’re a skilled Elder and we can get them out,” I pushed.

I was desperate to save this person and I had no idea why.

They could be some serial killer being contained.

“Why. Would. I. Help. You,” she stressed ever word as she tried to wiggle from my hold.

“Aren’t you a tad bit curious, as to why a school would lock someone up, in a place of learning? This is supposed to be a safe environment, why would they put us in danger like that? So the only other suggestion is, that they wouldn’t, which means that there is an innocent being held, against his will,” I said trying to validate the situation.

“You’re probably imagining things, now let go,” finally she got free, slightly stumbling in her heels before catching her balance.

“Now I’m going home, nut job,” with that she turned away.

“They are going to kill them,” I exclaimed causing her to stop mid step.

“That’s a pretty big accusation,” her back was still to me but I had her attention.

“Yes, it is but I believe in my gut that I’m right.”

“And if your wrong?” she said, turning her body slightly, to look at me.

“What if your overly active imagination gets us in a heap of trouble? You can’t forget that this isn’t just a school, this is the council’s territory and you’ll be meddling in their affairs.”

Her whole attitude switched suddenly it took me back a bit.

Her expression was so serious it sent a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed before straightening.

“I know but I’m not wrong,” I said, my words full of conviction.

The click of her heels echoed as she leisurely made her way past me giving me a sideways glance.

“If you’re wrong and the council ends up catching us down here and were punished for it, you’ll be my slave for a whole month.”

With that said she was back to her regular self again.

Constance shoved the wood door open, the screeching it caused grated on my ears.

I watched her boldly stomp down the stairs glancing around expectantly.

“So where’s this giant metal thingy you were talking about?” she asked gazing up at me as I rushed after her.

“It’s in the far back, you can’t miss it,” I said coming up next to her and walking with her to towards the back.

Once the metal box came in to view her steps faltered.

“Whoa, what the hell is that thing?” she asked moving forward to touch it and I quickly grabbed her hand mere inches from the cell.

"Don’t,” I warned, placing her hand back to her side.

She glanced at me with a frown.

“Like seriously, you need to stop touching me, weirdo,” I shrugged off her comment as I stared at the cell thing.

“Damn it’s hot down here,” she complained.

“I know.”

She sighed heavily before suddenly called out.

“Hello. Is someone in there?”

I flinched at her abrupt noises... nothing.

She turned her head towards me giving me an ‘I told you so’ glance.

“See, just your stupid imagination,” she then turned on her heels and began to strut away but I wasn’t convinced.

“Hey. I know you’re in there, do you need help?” I exclaimed.

I know I’m right.

I wasn’t hearing things before.

And deep down I was sure this person need my help.

After a moment the sound of chains rattled and Constance paused in shock.

I turned returning her earlier expression back at her.

“I told you.”

“No way,” she said, coming up next to me.

“I told you.”

She tisked, rolling her eyes at me.

“Well... there has to be a way in.”

I leered at the metal cell in inquisitiveness.

There had to be a way to open the damn thing.

“How about we come back later tonight, think on it because it’s freaking hot down here and I have papers to grade,” she suggested but I shook my head.

“They’re coming for them tonight,” I stressed walking on the other side of the metal container to see if there was a door there, no luck.

Constance sighed in frustration.

“How do you know it’s not an axe murder your trying to release?”

“Your sarcasm is not needed,” I retorted without looking at her.

“Well, I don’t understand what you think you’re going to accomplish, without a fucking door.”

“Well how about you help me, instead of making your griping complaints,” I snapped whirling around to face her with a scowl.

Her eyes widened suddenly before she scoffed at me and glared back.

“Hey. I’m down here. Aren’t I? I don’t need to do anything for you, jerk,” she barked, stomped her foot.

I continued to stare at her and finally she looked away towards the cell.

“Has it crossed your mind, that maybe the door, is on the top of the cell.”

“Why the hell would they build a door, on the ceiling of a cell?” I asked confused.

Constance shrugged.

“Beats me but it seems like that’s the only place we haven’t checked.”

I glanced up,

“How the hell do we get up there?” I groaned.

“Climb it,” Constance said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But we can’t touch the metal. It's too hot... trust me, I know.”

“Well then, let's cool it down.”

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