#well done to hannah for the win!
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—karma
pairing: theo nott x fem!hufflepuff reader (a weasley sibling)
summary: karma is the way you wear his jersey, making sure his team will lose the game
warnings: sexual references, reader is implied to be shorter than theo
notes: i imagined the jersey a bit more like a basketball one or a lacrosse trikot
“here” theo was holding a folded shirt in your direction. you had been sitting on his bed for the past hour, leaning against the bed frame while you were reading your book.
he had spent the time laying with his head in your lap, enjoying your fingers combing through his curls, until he had stood up a few minutes ago.
“what?” you asked looking up from your book. it took you a few seconds to register that the piece of fabric in his hand was his quidditch jersey.
“here” he repeated, throwing it down on the bed.
“yeah, i heard that” you smiled, unfolding the shirt to inspect it further “is something wrong with it? does it have a hole you want me to fix or something?”
theo laughed unamused at your bad joke. “i think i have enough magical knowledge to fix it myself if it had a hole” he shook his head “i want you to wear it tonight”
“tonight?” you asked and he nodded. he was dead serious and you began to laugh. “no” you shook your head “absolutely not”
“come on, baby” he pleaded, sitting down in front of you, pushing the fabric in your direction.
“it wouldn’t be as much of a problem if you guys were playing against ravenclaw or even hufflepuff, i could care less then. but you’re playing against gryffindor, you’re playing against my brothers”
“so what about it?” theo was trying to let his eyes appear bigger than they were, knowing that it would actually help his case.
“what about it?” you repeated laughing, not falling for his tactic of manipulation “everything is wrong with that. even my house will probably be offended when they see me wearing a slytherin jersey. i mean no one really cheers for slytherin, apart from, yeah you guessed it, slytherin”
it was no secret that every house had a bit of a distaste for slytherin. even your house, hufflepuff, which was normally filled with generous and nice people, was cheering for gryffindor. and of course your brothers and your sister were in gryffindor, so it only added to the appeal of cheering for them.
“they would not” theo shook his head “and that’s offensive! a lot of people want us to win, people that aren’t in slytherin”
“name three people” you said, crossing your arms and wearing a winning smile. he was searching for words but eventually just gave up.
“baby” he muttered with that sweet voice he only used when you guys were.. let’s just say in private. you hated to admit it, but it made you weak in the knees.
“theo” you whined, noticing his hand finding a place on your thigh and his thumb rubbing over the exposed skin beneath your skirt “it’s probably way too big, it’ll look weird”
“you could never look weird” theo muttered.
you rolled your eyes, knowing that he had already tricked you into agreeing, the soft kisses he was pestering all over your face also did not help you to stay strong. “okay” you sighed, feeling satisfaction at the big smile that broke out on your boyfriends face.
you pushed the shirt into your bag next to the bed, going back to your book, theo happily cuddling back into your lap.
well, you thought, if you had to wear his shirt, their might also be a way to have fun with it and secure gryffindor’s win in doing so.
even if that way meant to possibly embarrass you in front of the whole school, including your siblings.
but what had do be done.. had to be done, or atleast you figured as much. and in the end, most of them would probably thank you for doing what was needed to make sure gryffindor won. because even though no one wanted to see slytherin win, everyone had to admit that they were strong opponents.
it was just a few hours later, that you parted ways with theo, going back to your dorm to get ready for the match.
“hey, y/n!” hannah, your roommate greeted when she saw you walk through the door.
you repeated the greeting, before you took the jersey from your bag, holding it up in front of her. “do you want to help gryffindor to win tonight?”
she smiled brightly at you, already figuring that you had something mischievous planned by how you were smiling.
it took about an hour to get you ready for the game. hannah did her best in helping you. you had put on a bit of makeup and curled your hair, but hannah had made the most important move, sticking the jersey close to your body, so that it was fitting like a tight dress, not leaving much to the imagining or much fabric to flow down your legs. you were glad that it was long enough to cover your arse, but also not long enough to keep theo’s eyes off of you.
he always got weak when he could see your legs and he had told you before that it was hard to keep his eyes away when you were wearing something tight, making him remember that there was only a thin fabric keeping your body clothed.
tonight you would use that to your advantage.
you were lucky that it was still summer, making it possible after all to wear something so revealing.
you and hannah walked into the direction of the stadium, before she hugged you goodbye quickly, walking off into the hufflepuff stand, while you walked towards where your brother and sister and your friends were sitting in the gryffindor stand. if that alone didn’t make you enemy of the night you weren’t sure what did. it was really a bit daring, sitting in the middle of the gryffindors, while wearing a slytherin jersey, but you knew that you would stick out to theo even more that way.
you slid in the seat in between ron and ginny, greeting them.
“woah” ron raised his hand, looking you up and down “what are you wearing?” his eyes had grown bigger once they had reached the end of your made up dress, probably expecting it to be a tad bit longer.
“what?” ginny asked “i think she looks terrific!”
“she does” hermione smiled next to ron.
ron could not believe what he was hearing. “are you hearing yourselves? she’s literally wearing a slytherin jers— whatever that even is”
“he boyfriend plays for slytherin” hermione shrugged, matter of factly.
ron was busy ignoring hermione and shrugging off his thin jacket. he put it around you shoulders quickly. “you’re basically naked” he argued “please cover yourself at least a bit”
“that’s slut-shaming” ginny crossed her arms and ron looked horrified at that. you almost had to laugh at your brothers expression.
“i-i didn’t mean” ron stuttered, trying to justify what he had said “i wasn’t calling you a slut, i swear”
“i know” you interrupted his rambling “it’s alright ron, i’ll wear the jacket if it makes you happy, it’ll work even better then”
“what will work?” hermione was now bending over ron, ever so interested in what you had planned.
“well, gryffindor will win tonight, let’s just say that”
“i like the sound of that” ginny rubbed her hands together.
“cheating isn’t fair, y/n” hermione furrowed her eyebrows “nor is it allowed”
“i know, hermione” you laughed “and we won’t cheat, i promise. it just happens to be amazing for me and very bad for him that my boyfriend is incredibly attracted to me”
“you’re gonna distract him with seduction?” ginny asked and she was even more excited than you. you nodded and she grinned.
“ew” ron grimaced “can’t you please keep that kind of stuff behind closed doors? i don’t want to see your boyfriend get a hard-on in the middle of the quidditch field”
you furrowed your eyebrows at your brother. “do you want to win or not?”
he seemed unsure, but then eventually nodded.
“that’s what i thought” you smiled, patting his head “it will be over faster than you will even notice it happening, i promise”
“sure” ron muttered, hiding his face in his hands.
there wasn’t time to argue about anything else, because the game began.
the minute the teams flew onto the field you were looking for theo, trying to spot him in the haze of green uniforms. your eyes landed on him eventually and you smiled.
as if he could feel your eyes on him, he turned his head at you. you took that as the perfect opportunity to get rid of ron’s jacket, pulling down the jersey a bit so your cleavage was showing. you could practically watch him slowly lose his mind.
“it’s working” ginny muttered next to you
“i know” you smirked, noticing that theo was still standing perfectly still, watching you across the field.
mattheo, who had noticed his friend had frozen in the middle of the field, took it upon himself to shake theo from his trance.
“what’s wrong with you?” he asked, pinching the boys elbow.
theo did not answer mattheos question so the latter tried to simply follow the eyes of his friend.
“shit” mattheo muttered when he noticed you sitting in the front row of the gryffindor stands, basically wearing nothing. “fuck” he added “this is even too much for me”
that seemed to have been enough to free theo from his trance “what the fuck, riddle?”
“i’m just a man” mattheo shrugged. he then just narrowly escaped theo’s hand, that had been coming close to hit him.
“get it together, man” theo rolled his eyes, concentrating back on the game, but still having you in the back of his mind.
for the first half of the game, slytherin and gryffindor were close to each other considering points, when one of them had one more, the other quickly scored the next, always keeping them even.
“i don’t think it’s working” ron said after some time of eyes jumping between either side of the field.
“it will” you assured.
and you would be right. during the second half of the game, the sides were switched and theo was now much closer to you, making it even harder for him to not look at you.
you turned your head to the slytherin side, smiling at theo and also involuntarily mattheo, who was flying next to your boyfriend.
theo was caught up in the moment once again, watching the way you flipped your hair over your shoulder or the way your lips moved as you threw a kiss in his direction.
a movement next to him made him perk up. it was mattheo once again.
“did you just catch my girlfriends kiss?” theo asked offended and a bit surprised at the same time.
“..no?” mattheo lied.
“stop lying i saw you do it” theo muttered “stop looking at her”
“how do you know the kiss wasn’t supposed for me?” mattheo asked and theo was surprised that he seemed to actually be serious.
“you mean how i know that my girlfriends kiss wasn’t for you? take a wild guess, mate”
mattheo rolled his eyes, giving theo the peace and quiet to continue looking at you.
madam hooch blew the whistle, indicating that the second half of the game had begone. while everyone started moving, mattheo and theo stayed right where they were.
their staring was eventually interrupted by one very angry malfoy. “hey idiots!” he called and theo and mattheo turned to him in surprise “how about you concentrate on the fucking game and make out with y/n later?”
“sure” mattheo and theo answered at the same time.
theo send mattheo an angry look. “you are not going to make out with my girlfriend”
“we don’t know what she’s into yet” mattheo shrugged, once again dodging a slap from his friend.
“oh we do know” theo assured, before he flew across the field, picking up his position again.
the rest of the game was going a lot less smoother than the first half. theo was missing almost every goal he was trying to throw, accidentally hitting enzo once, almost making the boy fall of the broom.
it seemed that whatever enzo did, had made him the victim of theo and mattheo slipping up. mattheo actually managed to hit enzo’s broom with a bludger, almost making him fall down onto the field. luckily blaise had been able to stabalise the broom before it could come to that.
to your surprise neither fred or george came over to ridicule you for wearing the jersey. of course you knew that they were much more laid back than ron, but more often than not they liked to play the big brothers and give theo a hard time. even if they secretly liked him.
they seemed delighted at your plan working the way it did, using theo’s distraction to their advantage, scoring multiple points in a row.
“what’s wrong with the both of you?” blaise muttered absentmindedly, when he had to, once again, call for enzo to move before mattheo’s bludger could hit him.
by the end of the game, slytherin was behind by a hundred points, enzo had a black eye from the one time theo had accidentally succeeded in hitting him instead of the goal, mattheo and theo had flown into each other multiple times and ron was wearing an impressed smile.
“well, look at that” ron said, after you had finished cheering for gryffindors win “who would’ve thought that would work?”
“eh.. me?” you asked, crossing your arms.
“me too” ginny added, hugging you from behind “our sister is a genius, ron”
“that was actually really smart” hermione complimented and you smiled at her approval.
“thanks guys” you nodded “i better go apologize to theo now though. here’s your jacket”
ron was grimacing once again “you can keep it. better put it on before you go down there”
“yeah” you nodded, before you excused yourself, rushing down the stand in the direction of the slytherin changing room.
theo was leaning against the wall, seemingly already expecting you. he was rubbing his arm and you were guessing that he probably had a few marks from crashing into mattheo that many times.
“hey, baby” you smiled.
he was not looking happy, but you knew that he wasn’t actually angry.
“you played really well” you softly held him by the neck.
“we lost” theo muttered, like you were offending him.
“i know” you lay your head to the side “but you still did your best”
“i played like a goddamn beginner” theo furrowed his eyebrow “don’t act so innocent now, i know what you had in mind”
“do you?” you smirked up at him and he was going feral by the way you quickly closed and opened your eyes, suggesting you did not know what he was talking about.
“yeah” he muttered “and it’s super unfair” his fingers down went to the zipper of ron’s jacket “and what’s even more unfair is that you’re all covered now”
“i don’t have to make sure you lose a game now” you added
“oh, totally” theo nodded “my bad”
“you know i love you baby” you whispered into his ear “so i did what you asked me to do”
theo shook his head, impressed how you could still spin this to be his own fault. “i guess you’re right” he finally gave in. “how about we go back to the castle? i still have to shower”
“i knew you wouldn’t be able to be mad at me” you smiled. “but is enzo alright?”
“he will be fine” theo said a bit too quickly. as if to prove his words to be utter bullshit, enzo walked out of the door behind the both of you, holding a cold pack to his bruising eye.
“hey y/n” he greeted once he had been able to recognize you with his other eye.
“hi enzo” you smiled sympathetically “i’m sorry about your eye and everything”
“it’s alright” enzo smiled and you were impressed that he was still this calm after literally being beat up by his best friends.
“sorry” you cringed again as you watched him walk away. he waved at you from afar. “you really did a number on him”
“totally matt’s fault” theo excused.
“totally” you nodded “so will matt be joining us for the shower?” you joked, hinting at the way the boy had been staring at you the entire time, even going as far as catching the kiss that you had clearly send in theo’s direction.
“don’t even start” theo muttered, taking your hand in his and starting to walk up back to the castle.
“maybe i should wear your jersey more often”
“we’ll burn it after this”
you giggled, before you quickened your pace to keep up with him. “maybe just in private” you assured, kissing his cheek.
theo smiled and you mirrored his expression. “i guess that would be alright”
#theo nott x y/n#theodore nott x y/n#theodore nott x you#theo nott headcanons#theo nott fanfiction#theo nott x you#theo nott x reader#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott#theo nott x hufflepuff!reader#theo nott x weasley!reader#hufflepuff x slytherin#slytherin group#slytherin boys#slytherin boys x reader#slytherin#mattheo riddle#lorenzo berkshire#enzo berkshire#quidditch#karma#karma taylor swift
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i have so much to say about that match.
i hate to immediately point fingers at the match officials but the referee was so anti-barça it’s crazy. alexia’s tackle touched the ball before the player, ramirez dived more times than i have fingers for the smallest contact, the amount of times chelsea fouled barça and not even a warning or a free kick was given? gross and very obviously biased refereeing. we’ll come back in the second leg but the favouritism for chelsea is shocking.
hannah hampton time wasting with her unnecessary dives and cradling the ball for ages + ramirez diving for the slightest of contact, then irene and patri getting booked for fouls that chelsea committed on our players?!! when chelsea do it the ref turns a blind eye and doesn’t even issue a warning or a free kick.
barça didn’t play their best but they came back well in the second half. as i said before we’ve still got the second leg and we’ll do way better, hopefully with a different ref that isn’t blatantly biased and picks favourites while making terrible calls. absolutely horrid reffing 🤦♀️.
to put some responsibility on our players, some of the passes were shocking and we needed to have better composure. feeding the ball to the wings and getting those crosses in worked perfectly and if we had done that earlier, we would’ve 100% scored, but it didn’t go our way. next match we need to push frido up into an attacking position such as on the left wing, start lucy in right back and ona in left back, because lucy is so dominant on the right and ona’s primary position is in left back (jona shouldn’t have started her out on the right). definitely start alexia and then bring either patri or mariona on for fresh legs + some more impact later in the game. bench salma and start vicky, because salma was abysmal today. idk how we’d make her and frido work bc they’re both exceptional at attacking on the left but jona needs to find a way bc vicky had immediate impact. for the second leg we need to get some into the back of the net so we can win on aggregate bc it is 100% possible and we can 100% do it if we played the way we did in that last bit of the second half
#fc barcelona#woso#fc barcelona femeni#fcb femení#barcelona femeni#barca femeni#woso community#futfem
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reference sheets for some of my Fallout ocs! may add more of them later, but for now these guys are my main faves :)
Bios under the cut
Baron: A Pre-War pilot in the US Air Force. He met @sawyingthroughthewasteland 's Sole, Sawyer, while at a Navy officer school. After being shot down over Alaska he signed up for an experimental 'super soldier' program and frozen. The freeze was only meant to last one month, but that was before the bombs fell.
200 years later, the Enclave finds him in one of their labs, unfreezes him, and takes him to Raven Rock to perform experiments on him. Then, when Hannah happened to Raven Rock, he fled to the Brotherhood of Steel. 10 years after that, the BoS sends an envoy to the Commonwealth to find out what happened to the Prydwen - turns out, Sawyer happened. Reunited once again, Baron leaves the BoS and marries Sawyer. These days, he pilots for the Minutemen.
Dee: Born to a nuclear physicist and a Nobel prize winning biochemist, three years after being sealed in Vault 76 along with some of the most brilliant minds in America. Unfortunately, as Dee grew it turned out she wasn't brilliant - at least, not compared to her peers, the genius children and prodigies in her Vault classes. Her parents had high hopes for her, even naming her after the Hindu concept of 'dharma,' but she rebelled against expectation at every opportunity. She despised her know-it-all peers, her overbearing family, and the shit attitudes of every privileged asshole in the Vault. The Wasteland and everyone in it turned out to be much more fun.
Hannah: Ever since she was a baby, Hannah was the sweetest person you'd have ever met. (We don't talk about the toddler years.) Her father raised her Christian like her mother, but her innate sense of right and wrong always overpowered her respect for rules, God, or the Overseer - and that got her into trouble. When the Overseer made a poor choice, hurt anyone, or even said anything unkind, Hannah made sure to let him know. Many people saw her as a troublemaker for that reason - especially Butch, who hated that she always tattled on him. But she was the apple of her father's eye, and she was just as intelligent and gifted in both science and medicine as him. This served her well in the Wasteland. She's a pacifist, a paragon of virtue, and yet the Wasteland has done its damnedest to break her. Someday, it'll succeed, but her friends will do their best to delay it.
Pascha: From birth, Pascha was told she was the Chosen One. Her grandmother passed when she was young, but she knew she had big shoes to fill. Luckily, that suited Pascha (or Paz, to her pals) just fine. She always liked the power and respect. That's not to say she didn't do plenty to earn it - she was never one to sit still. She was constantly improving herself, waiting for the day she got to prove that she really was the Chosen One. Once that day came, she was eager to be a hero; but it turned out that while being a legend came naturally, acting like a hero just wasn't her style.
Peggy: Raised in a big family on a brahmin farm near Redding, but a woman with more pre-War sensibilities, Peggy left home shortly after her beloved father was conscripted into the NCRA and sent to the Mojave front. She enlisted to follow him; although she had no combat skills whatsoever, it was discovered that she had a rare and unique skillset that made her an excellent... secretary! She maneuvered to get assigned as Colonel Hsu's personal aide, hoping to leverage her position to get her father sent back home, but her father isn't the only man she ends up caring for.
Snake Eyes: Six isn't sure who she used to be before, but she doesn't particularly care. Fueled by vengeance and greed, Six kills, pays off and betrays whoever she needs to in the service of Mr. House, all in the interest of enjoying the luxury, power and respect that comes with the job. She isn't always proud of what she's done, especially to her friends, but the caps, chems and sex that she's paid in helps keep her numb to herself while the Mojave languishes around her. She goes by Six, but most people call her Snake Eyes, owing to perhaps her one scarred eye, her capacity for betrayal, or maybe her supernatural luck. That said, only the very stupid or the very brave will call her that to her face.
#my art#fallout ocs#fallout#fallout oc#oc art#oc: baron#oc: dee#oc: hannah#oc: pascha#oc: peggy#oc: snake eyes#courier six#chosen one#lone wanderer#vault dweller#f76#f4#f3#fnv#f2
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Touchdown - Chapter 6.
Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader
Words 1271
Warnings It's hotting up, but nothing crazy!
CHAPTER 5.
CHAPTER 6.
The rest of the game was a bit of a blur. During half time you were tasked, with Hannah, to get some fan reaction videos to ultimately be included in a montage of the game. Travis was far from your mind; you had a job to do and you were determined on making sure you impressed the station. As the game drew closer to the final quarter, the Chiefs were up by 13 points and you were excited to get back down to the field to speak to people. After all, this was the reason you wanted to be a journalist.
Hannah turned to you, “Do you want to do an interview? Maybe you can clinch one with Kelce?”
You twisted your mouth, “Oh, I don’t know. You’re much better at it than I am.”
“Shut up, you’ll nail it!” She patted you on the back, “Besides, Travis is comfortable with you, you know, he’s done an interview with you before.”
You placed a firm hand on Hannah's shoulder as realisation hit you, “Hang on, he doesn’t actually know it’s me.”
“What do you mean?”
Your eyes glanced to one side whilst you thought, “Well, he knows my name, like, he knows I work for the station. But he doesn’t know it’s me that’s here now.” You giggled to yourself.
Hannah reciprocated your laughter, “Oh, this is excellent! You have to interview him!”
You pressed your lips together, “This is going to be fun!”
“Ladies?” Richard called from the far side of the box, “Time to go, go and get some words from the teams.”
“Sure!” Hannah responded, running a hand through her hair. She turned to you with a smile, “Let’s go!”
As you paced through the stadium, you could feel your heart beating in your ears. You weren’t sure whether it was nerves or excitement, or both.
The game had ended with a field goal by the Seahawks closing the gap by 3 points, but securing the win for the Chiefs. The fans were elated, red flags were waving across the stadium and music was ringing in your ears. The grass was soon full of people; photographers taking pictures, news stations grasping at interviews and sound bites for radio. You felt more confident and comfortable with the atmosphere this time though, locking eye contact with various players and coaches, giving them a big smile and a short congratulatory message.
You gave Hannah your phone and leaned towards her, “Let’s find Travis.”
“I like the confidence!” She exclaimed.
You made sure your press pass was facing the right way and quickly wiped underneath your eyes to make sure no make-up had smeared underneath your bottom lashes. You licked your lips and adjusted your skirt, making sure you looked presentable. You could see Travis through a crowd of people; he was excitably mid-way through an interview when he caught your gaze and smiled. He looked down towards the floor and shuffled his feet against the grass. He finished his conversation quickly and shook the hand of the interviewer. Before you knew it, he was making his way to you, with his eyes firmly locked on yours. You could faintly hear Hannah squealing behind you.
“What’s up? You enjoy the show?” He looked even bigger than earlier that day. His shoulder pads doubled the size of his already broad shoulders and his arms were bulging out at the sides with thick muscle.
As you opened your mouth to speak, Hannah quickly jumped in, “Hey, Travis! Could we get a quick interview with you?”
“Sure, no problem.” He flashed you a slightly confused smile and stood closer to you, his firm arm pressing into you.
Hannah held the phone up and nodded to signal that she was rolling.
You took a deep breath and looked down the lens, “Hi guys, Y/N here with The NFL Show for ITV and I’m joined here by Chiefs star tight-end Travis Kelce. Just a few quick words, if you can, to describe the feeling here at Wembley?”
You looked up at Travis to see his mouth slightly open with a smirk and his eyes squinted with realisation. He brought up his right hand to stroke his beard before laughing quietly, a gentle pinkish hue spreading to his cheeks, “Oh man, it’s been awesome here in London, as it always is.” He spoke loudly and confidently, “The atmosphere is incredible and the people are great. We’re just happy we could bring the energy and bring home a win. Victory Monday, baby!” He held his hand up and brought it around your shoulder, leaning towards the camera, “And make sure y’all watch The NFL Show!” He gave a loud cheer, squeezing you closer.
You giggled and looked back to the camera, “Thank you Travis Kelce, have fun celebrating your win!”
Travis gave another cheer as Hannah moved the iPhone down, “Great, thank you! That was great, Travis!”
“You’re welcome.” He smiled towards Hannah before immediately turning back to you, “You coming to celebrate with us?” His deep American accent made you feel warm.
Hannah stepped back slowly with wide eyes to give you some time. Travis licked his lips and took some slow deep breaths. He was still buzzed with the win and the game in general.
You were taken aback slightly. “Well, that’s a lovely offer but I don’t know what my schedule is looking like for the rest of the day, you know, with work and everything- “
“Oh, come on, girl! Don’t make me beg!” He moved in closer, “You owe me!”
“I owe you?” You leaned back slightly which only made him pull you in.
“This game you’re playing! That interview over the phone, not replying to my email, then coming here and not telling me it was you.”
“I’m a professional, Mr Kelce. I didn’t think it was a big deal.” You shrugged your shoulders and looked away.
Travis gave a deep laugh and tilted his head to try to catch your gaze, “I thought I told you not to call me that.”
You looked back up at him.
He held his hands up and stepped back, “Alright, alright. I already got one win today, and I’m a man who can accept defeat. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day, ma’am.” He winked and disappeared back into the crowd.
The moment he was out of eyesight, you almost felt like your legs were going to collapse. You looked up to see Hannah running towards you with her mouth open and her arms out stretched.
“Oh my God, you were like…so close. I swear he was going to kiss you, or something! What did he say? What did you say? What’s going on?”
“Which question would you like answering first?”
Hannah thought for a second, “What did he say?”
“Um, he asked if I wanted to come and celebrate with him.”
Hannah almost dropped to the floor, you looked around to make sure no one was looking, but they were too busy to notice.
“Will you calm down, please?”
“Me calm down? Why won’t you calm…up?” She pulled a face at the phrase as she said it.
“Because I don’t even think I’m going.”
Hannah hit you in the arm, “Are you joking? What is wrong with you?”
You gently rubbed the area she had just hit, mocking pain, “I’m here for work. We are here for work.” You said slowly.
“Were…we were.” Hannah smiled, “Richard just caught me and said we are now officially off the clock until Tuesday. So…?”
You rolled your eyes, “Well, this has all worked out perfectly, hasn’t it?”
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Surprise!
She's BACK! I wrote this ages ago but only just finished it - I promise I'm going to move on to something new soon (I've seriously been getting into seventeen recently so keep your eyes peeled.)
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Bangchan x reader
No warnings I think! Just fluffy fluffy fluff
You feel like you’re having a luxury spa day, reclined on an armchair with your feet in a basin of warm water, your eyes closed whilst the lady in the salon paints your fingernails. You hear Hannah whisper your name, trying to gauge if you’re asleep, so you reluctantly open your eyes and smile at her. She’s sitting in the same position as you, the next seat along. Her nails are painted a dark blue, with yellow smiley faces dotted over them; yours, in contrast, are a sheer sparkly pink, a colour she picked for you.
“Say yes, ok?” She states, suddenly.
“What?” You reply, perplexed.
“Nothing, just ignore me.” She pauses, then speaks again. “Just say yes. Don’t say anything to me now, but you’ll know when you know, ok?” You’re more confused than you were before at this point, totally lost as you try and work out what on earth she could mean.
“Yeah, ok.” You don’t bother to push it any further, leaning back and closing your eyes again.
“I wish you could stay in Seoul, Han, it’s so nice to actually have someone to talk to.” You swear you can hear her roll her eyes as she replies sarcastically.
“You talk to Chris every day!” You open your eyes again to look at her.
“And no one else” you sigh, pulling your face into the same expression you know Chris makes, like the :] emoticon. You’re happy with your boyfriend, 100%, and you love Seoul, but you miss your friends who live abroad, and you miss the community you had when you lived at home. You’d struggled to make friends since moving, and you longed for the day that your friends would visit.
“I miss you, y/n. I am thinking about moving here for a bit longer, you know.” Your eyes widen.
“Han, you know we always have a spare room for you. As long as you want.” She smiles as the salon staff member finally finishes off your nails and gives you a thumbs up before asking for her payment. You leave the shop grinning, freshly painted nails shining in the spring sun as you stroll along the streets.
Chris’s home-office door is closed and locked when you get home, which is unusual but not unheard of. You know even your presence can be a distraction, so when he desperately needs to work on something, he’ll lock the door in the hopes he’ll finally get it done. He emerges from ‘the cave’, as you like to call it, an hour later, when you and Hannah are curled up half asleep on the couch, watching a random show on Netflix.
“I don’t get how he could hang onto that bar for so long.” She sighs. You reply quietly.
“18 whole minutes. Wow. I still wish the gymnast had beat him though.” Chris wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind the sofa, making you jump.
“I bet I could do that.” He’s confident, but you don’t quite agree, frowning.
“Babe, an Olympic gold-medal winning gymnast, a national ice climber, and a military drill sergeant managed it, I don’t think ‘kpop idol’ is really the right person for the job.” He laughs, squeezing you tighter before letting you go, and joining you both on the soft cushions.
“Right, Hannah.” She tilts her head. “I love you, but it’s time for you to go so that me and my wifey can have our anniversary dinner.” Chris pats her on the head as if she was a puppy. “5 whole years!” You roll your eyes at him.
“We’re not married, Chris, you can’t call me your wife.��
“Yet.” He mutters under his breath, and Hannah laughs as she puts her jacket on, ready to make the short walk to her friend’s house, where she’s staying for the weekend. Before she leaves, she pulls you into a tight hug.
“Yes.” She whispers into your ear. “Please say yes.” The confusion continues as she walks out the door, and Chris takes you by the hands.
“Well Sunshine, you have one whole hour until I take you for our surprise dinner.” You hate surprises, but Chris has been insisting on this one for weeks.
“Can you at least pick my outfit? I don’t want to put something fancy on and then turn up to a barbecue place, yknow.” He nods in response, and motions for you to stay in the living room whilst he picks.
An hour later, you’re applying your last coat of mascara. The dress Chris picked is the same one you wore on your first anniversary – it’s a pale pink midi covered in floral embroidery with impressive puffy sleeves. You haven’t worn it for a while, it always seems too fancy for the places you go. He’s picked your favourite heels, the only pair you can actually walk in, and gold jewellery to match them. Chris opens the door slowly, peeking his head through the small gap. Spotting you by the mirror, he lets out a low whistle.
“Ok y/n we need to find more excuses for you to wear that dress.” He wraps you up tightly in his arm, head on your shoulder. He’s in a well-fitting navy-blue suit. You still have no clue where you’re going for this special dinner, as the both of you don’t tend to frequent restaurants where a suit is necessary.
“Let’s go.”
After a short drive, Chris takes you by the hand, walking into one of the most beautiful restaurants you’ve ever been in. Faux cherry blossom trees line the walls, silk petals draping from the ceiling, surrounding glimmering golden chandeliers. It’s completely empty, save for the few members of staff dotted around, and Chris leads you to the only table in the room that has been laid with cutlery. You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.
“Chris, what is this?” He passes your coats to a waiter as you both sit down. He’s blushing too, much like he did on your first date.
“It’s a special day, sweetheart, I wanted to do something special.” He holds your hand across the table. There are no menus, and you haven’t even spoken to any staff yet, but the waiter from earlier soon appears with 2 glasses of some sort of sparkling wine, which you don’t have a chance to decline. “Ok, I can’t wait. Now’s the time.” With little warning, he pulls you back to your feet, gripping both of your hands tighter than he ever has before. Before you know it, he has one knee on the floor, and you finally realise what’s happening. You’d talked about getting married plenty of times over the last few months, but Chris had always said that it was too early, that you should both spend more time building your careers, so when Hannah had made cryptic comments earlier, this had never come to your mind.
“Oh my God I’m so stupid.” You giggle. Chris frowns at you, tilting his head. You take his face in your hands, bending down to place a kiss on his forehead. “Keep going.”
“y/n l/n, I have been completely obsessed with you since the day we met. I never want to spend another day apart from you, so now it’s time for me to beg again, just like I did the day I managed to convince you to love me back.” You’ve started tearing up by this point, thinking back to the day you met, when he accidentally poured a full iced americano down the front of your shirt. “Sunshine, will you marry me?” He looks up at you with shining, tear-filled eyes as you nod, pulling him to his feet with your hands cradling his face. You place a sweet kiss to his lips.
“Of course I will.” All of a sudden, the restaurant explodes in to rapturous applause, and you turn to find what feels like every single person you know gathered around. You lift your head closer to his so that your lips are by his ears.
“Some big changes in your life.” You whisper. “You’re finally going to be both a husband and a dad.” His eyes widen.
“What?!”
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the thought of a hannah shepard character study sends me WILD, i am obsessed with her. i think you write her so well - she's so INTERESTING because a lot of the things she does make absolutely no sense to me! i would die for a hannah shepard character study personally
I've been sitting on this ask only because I wanted to have the time and spoons to respond to it properly.
You have no idea how delighted I am that people find Hannah Shepard so compelling. She's an incredibly complicated character who is TOUGH to parse.
Because Opus is centered around Sam, and she's done some grievous harm to him that can't be undone, she's generally seen by most as an antagonist, someone undeserving of sympathy and very deserving of anger and judgement.
But I often think about how that might shift if she became the central character. I think the world looks very different through her eyes, and she's more of a victim than people realize.
She didn't want kids. She didn't want a family. But she got swept up in the whirlwind that was Daniel Shepard. Did Daniel force her to have a child? Not purposefully. There was no ill intent. But he treated it as a foregone conclusion, and Daniel, like Sam, gets target locked on one thing and often forgets the world around him. He wanted a child so badly, she let him convince her that she did too, because if he was so excited about it, how could it be a mistake?
But for her, it was, and it's a bell you can't unring. I think her decision to walk away, to distance herself from her family, was an act of self-preservation, and one she genuinely thought was the best thing for all of them. She failed Sam, no question, but I think in some pretty significant ways, Daniel failed her. He was so caught up in what he wanted, he didn't leave room for her own needs
She does love Sam, in her own way, but it isn't the kind of love he needs or wants. It's just all she was capable of giving. Her needs and Sam's fundamentally conflict. It's a tragic thing for both of them.
And love her or hate her, without Hannah, the reapers probably win. Hannah is the reason Sam got the biotic training he got. She is the reason he successfully became an N. She is a big part of the reason his career didn't die after Torfan. She advocated, bulldozed, and opened doors for him at every possibly opportunity. She may have failed him as a mother, but she would do anything to make sure he succeeds, and not for her own ego's sake. He isn't a legacy for her, even though Sam probably thinks that. She fights for him behind the scenes, and would do so at the expense of herself if needed. Will we get to see this in Opus? Maybe. I hope so.
Was any of what she did in the best interest of Sam? Probably not. But she was exactly what Commander Shepard, and therefore the galaxy, needed.
A big piece of the overall conflict in Opus centers on how Sam and Commander Shepard struggle so mightily to co-exist, and the ways in which the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. At every turn, Sam has to surrender his own well-being to Commander Shepard, because that's who the galaxy needs. Protecting Sam over Commander Shepard has a huge price. In the end, most everyone, even Kaidan, is forced to choose Commander Shepard over Sam. And Hannah Shepard's relationship with him is one of the lenses to examine that theme.
She's such an important and divisive character, and I love her.
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MORE SQUIDCRAFT LORE (finale)
everyone's squidcraft death has such a narrative symmetry or juxtaposition to them
Tina died in Crazy tails, a game that's possibly the most contradictory to her gentle and kind nature having to steal tails from a different person by hand
Karl died with only Spreen by his side despite befriending multiple people in the spanish community before the games begin, and dtqk+ couldn't even find his body afterwards (or were too late to try)
Dream didn't die by the game's hands, but by the hands of the competitors, his own history as a very well-known, well-respected, skilled player, protecting his brother Sapnap
Foolish, Tubbo and Sylvee died in a game of teamwork, while having some of the most independent spirits and personalities in the game
Quackity...... I don't want to even mention his whole arc, everyone else has done it way better than I did (go read @tinynap and @sapybara's posts they explain it so much better than I)
Hannah was in a constant push and pull between being survivalist, being 'play to win' attitude in the game, but died surrounded by friends both new and old.
And George... he died with Sapnap by his side, between all the animosity he's made since Dream's death and accusing people they want to target him, pushing away Quackity, calling out Hannah, etc., he receives everyone's blessing and words of good luck
#squidcraft lore#squidcraft 2#dtqk+#dream#hannahxxrose#georgenotfound#sapnap#tubbo#foolish gamers#quackity#tinakitten#sylvee#karl jacobs
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Lay All Your Love On Me
Rebecca Welton/fem!reader
warnings: fluff, curse words
words: 1500+
My requests are open!!
English is not my first language!!
A/N: after watching Hannah and Sam's duet the idea of her doing a karaoke duet couldn't leave my mind so here it is. i hope you guys will enjoy it. let me know what you think about this format for fics!💚
and a big thank you to @neuroprincess for motivating me to write this!!💚
AFC Richmond was on a streak of wins. Everyone couldn't be more happy with how everything was turning out. The team has done a wonderful job throughout all season. And with the upcoming break, they needed to relax. Keeley insisted on a group outing to the newly opened karaoke bar. Despite the team's initial hesitation, nobody could turn down Keeley’s puppy eyes.
And on the weekend everyone from the team met up in the bar. Keeley reserved a private room for all of you. The club was nice, not a lot of people were there so it was a plus. No one from the team wanted the attention on them tonight. They only wanted to get drunk and sing their hearts out.
You stood with them as Rebecca made her way to the bar for drinks. The bartender quickly took her order, she looked in your direction smiling softly when she noticed you laughing with Keeley and Sassy about something. At first, she was afraid that you won’t make friends on the team, but she was quickly proven wrong. You matched perfectly with them, and Rebecca couldn’t be happier. As she was waiting for the drinks she kept admiring you from afar.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Someone next to her said, but Rebecca didn't pay attention, it would never have occurred to her that this person was talking to her. “Hey, beautiful I’m talking to you.” The man said again, now touching Rebecca’s arm.
“Sorry, not interested.” She said looking over her shoulder. The man was in his thirties in a suit and clearly drunk, she noticed some other guys at the table behind him watching the two interact.
“That’s a shame, I could buy you a drink, and then we would see how everything turns out.” He slurred coming closer to her his hand inching to grab her by the waist. He was so close she could smell the alcohol in his breath. She took a quick step back and bumped into someone. She felt the hand of someone behind her sneaking around her waist and tugging her closer to them. She looked down and noticed the rings you always wore on your fingers, relaxing immediately.
“No worries, she has a drink. You can go back where you came from.” You said sternly, gaining his attention.
“Let the lady decide. Maybe she wants to have a good time.” He said winking at Rebecca, completely ignoring your tone.
“Oh, piss off. No one would have wanted any time with you.” You said now standing between Rebecca and the man. “Leave her the fuck alone.” He backed off and cursed you out, going back to his friends.
“I could handle him on my own.” Rebecca said to you when you finally got your drinks.
You sighed, “I know darling, but I couldn’t watch him get close to you, I had to do something. I didn’t want him touching you.” Rebecca let out a chuckle, noticing a hint of jealousy and maybe possessiveness in your voice.
“Well, thank you my knight in shining armor.” She said, giving you a kiss on the cheek, “And for the record, you look hot when you are jealous.” She whispered in your ear.
“I wasn’t-” You wanted to defend yourself but Rebecca was no longer there. You stood dumbfounded at the bar, watching her go to the private room that the rest of the team was in.
When you walked in Ted was finishing singing some country song, that you didn’t really know. But from the team's reaction, it had to be good, all of them cheering loudly and applauding Ted. Or maybe they were just drunk. Next in the line was Beard, he chose a song from ARTPOP. You noticed Rebecca looking over the songs and you couldn't wait to hear her sing.
Beard gave a hell out of a performance, everyone singing with him. As he was stepping from the stage Rebecca came to you, “Come on baby, now is our turn.” She said with a mischievous smile.
“What? But I don’t know what we are singing!” You exclaimed confused as Rebecca was guiding you to the stage.
“Believe me, you know it. I choose this song just for you.” She smiled handing you a microphone. You heard everyone cheer as they saw you both on the stage. “You are starting!” She told you as the music started to play.
And then you heard it. Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA. You turned to glare at Rebecca but you couldn’t stop your smile as you noticed her joyous expression. She was so proud of herself.
Don't go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
Rebecca sang as she was walking around the stage, swaying her hips. You couldn't take your eyes off of her. She looked perfect in her baby blue dress, she matched ideally with the song.
I wasn't jealous before we met
Now every man I see is a potential threat
You started singing looking directly at Rebecca as she smiled sweetly. You couldn’t help but shake your head, she really did pick a perfect song. You came to stand beside her, your hand sneaking around her waist as you sang the verse looking at the team, your finger pointing at all of them.
And I'm possessive, it isn't nice
You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice
You glued yourself from Rebecca and walked over to Sassy, who handed you a cigarette. You jokingly took it and pretended to smoke with Sass. Rebecca laughed at you from the stage, shaking her head at your theatrics.
But now it isn't true
Now everything is new
And all I've learned has overturned
I beg of you...
You came back to the stage, kneeling before Rebecca as you sang the last verse. Now was Rebecca’s turn to start singing. She bent down to be at your height and looked you straight in the eyes.
Don't go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
It was like shooting a sitting duck
As she gracefully stepped down from the stage, she walked towards Keeley. Her eyes never left you, as if she was trying to convey something through her gaze. As the next verses of the song began, she leaned on Keeley, who caught her with open arms. It was as if she was pretending to faint.
A little small talk, a smile, and baby I was stuck
I still don't know what you've done with me
A grown-up woman should never fall so easily - Rebecca and Keeley sang together.
Rebecca walked among the team towards you, her hips swaying more than usual. Everyone was in awe of her, and the way she moved with such fluidity was nothing short of mesmerizing.
I feel a kind of fear
When I don't have you near
You watched her like a hawk, admiring how relaxed and confident she looked. When she was nearing the stage, you pointed your finger at her and motioned for her to come closer.
Unsatisfied, I skip my pride
I beg you, dear
As you both were on stage, you started circling around Rebecca. Singing every verse directly to her. You grabbed her hand and spun her around, she landed in your arms and you both swayed, singing together the chorus.
Don't go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me
Don't go sharing your devotion
Lay all your love on me
As you waited for the next verse, you couldn't help but glance over at Rebecca. She looked so beautiful up on that stage, completely in her element. You felt so lucky to be here with her that you couldn't resist the urge to show her how much you cared. You grabbed her face and gently pressed your lips against hers, savoring the softness of her mouth and the warmth of her embrace. It was a quick kiss but seeing her blushed cheeks and hearing the team applauding you was enough for you.
I've had a few little love affairs
They didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce
You jokingly scoffed as she sang, and turned to walk away from her. But before you could get too far, Rebecca quickly grabbed your hand and tugged you into her embrace. Your back hit her chest and you felt her warmth behind you as she enveloped you in her arms.
I used to think I was sensible
It makes the truth even more incomprehensible
You turned around in her embrace wanting to see her face as you sang this verse together.
'Cause everything is new
And everything is you
And all I've learned has overturned
What can I do?
Rebecca hit the highest note in the last verse, causing a surge of excitement throughout the team. As the last chorus began, you both sang together in perfect harmony. The rest of the team joined in, jumping and screaming the lyrics from the top of their lungs. Their enthusiasm was contagious that you and Rebecca couldn’t stop smiling as you watched them getting lost in the song.
As the song ended, the team erupted into howls and applause, showing their appreciation for your performance. You and Rebecca held each other tightly, your foreheads touching, despite the noise, you only had eyes for Rebecca, admiring the way her eyes shined and the big smile on her face. You couldn't resist any longer and grabbed her face, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss. The team's reaction was wild, adding to the excitement of the moment. You felt a rush of adrenaline as you broke the kiss, and smiled at her.
“I think I'm falling in love with you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
Rebecca's eyes widened, and for a moment, you thought you'd made a mistake. But then she leaned in, her lips meeting yours in another kiss. When she pulled away, she was grinning from ear to ear.
“I think I'm falling in love with you too,” she said, her eyes shining with emotion.
#rebecca welton x reader#rebecca welton fanfic#rebecca welton fic#rebecca welton#ted lasso fic#ted lasso#wlw fiction#wlw post#vastill#songfic#Spotify
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Here’s Maya fanfic part 2 sorry I’ve not posted it in ages i’ve just been busy with uni life, I made a longer part to make up for it 🫶
A few weeks have passed since Maya drove you back to your apartment and since then it’s just been training and pre-season.
However this was it, Maya’s official debut against Reading.
You sat in the changing room positioned across from Maya and as the music played and there was some slight chatter you looked over to her.
She had her head down and her leg was bouncing up and down, but it was difficult for most to tell if it was due to the music or nerves.
“Hey, Maya”, You said, but you got no response, maybe she didn’t hear because of the music.
“Maya”, you repeated, a little louder.
“Yeah?”, she replied, quickly shooting her head up.
“Good luck for today, i’m sure you’ll do amazing”, You said with a smile.
“Thank you”, she replied, with a small smile back. You could tell that meant a lot to her.
Everyone then stood up making their way to the tunnel. You got up and Maya followed behind you.
The game kicked off and United took control of the game passing around the ball with ease. A shot was deflected meaning United had a corner.
Katie Zelem signaled then crossed the ball into the box, everyone ran towards the ball Maya got her head on it.
GOAL Maya Le Tissier scores on her debut.
Leigh sports Village erupts as the players swarm around Maya praising her and bringing everyone into a huddle.
When the players withdraw and start walking back to their positions, you bring Maya into a hug moving your hands across her back.
“Well done”, you say to her and walk back into your rw role, so happy for her.
Not soon after Leah Galton puts the ball past the keeper but is taken out at the attempt to save it. Penalty to man united.
GOAL, Katie Zelem cooly slots the ball into the top corner making it 2-0.
Another ball goes out of play, another corner.
The ball is whipped into the box and yet again Maya gets her head on it.
GOAL Maya le tissier now has a brace on her dream debut, it can’t get much better than this.
Maya turns and runs straight into your arms as you were the closest to her, you hold her up as the team crowded around her, her body now pressing firmly onto yours. You let her down and see a big smile on her face, no nerves in sight.
The game ends 4-0 as Russo also scores at the end of the first half.
The players head to the tunnel after signing autographs for fans and everyone is smiling and chatting proud of today's work.
The team congratulates Maya once again in the changing room and she can’t stop smiling.
- The next day -
Today was a recovery day for the team after the win yesterday.
Millie invited a few players to go out for lunch including Hannah, Martha, Vilde, Mary, Maya and you.
We ended up at a cafe in Manchester and ate some sandwiches and drank some coffee.
You were sitting opposite Maya and she seemed a little quiet but that’s expected when she had only recently joined.
“Are you alright?”, You asked Maya as the others were talking about some tiktok post.
“Yes, just tired”, She replied with a small smile.
“I’m not surprised, you played so well yesterday”. You said.
“Thank you”, She replied smiling then looked down at her watch.
“Oh my God it’s already 2pm, i need to walk Mocha”, Maya exclaimed.
“That’s okay, we were probably about to go now anyway”, Millie replied.
“Okay I should probably start walking then”, Maya said getting up.
“You walked here?”, I asked.
“Yes, my Dad needed my car as his broke down a few days ago”. Maya replied.
“I’ll give you a lift then”, You offered.
“No it’s okay i’ll just-“.
“It’s fine, I don't have anything on for today”.
“Are you sure?”, Maya asked.
“Yes”, You replied getting up.
“Ok, thanks ”, Maya said with a smile and you followed behind her to your car.
“You really didn’t have to do this”, Maya said, glancing over to you.
“It’s okay, I wanted to”, You replied. Upon reflection you were annoyed at how forward you sounded.
“Well I really appreciate it”. Maya said.
“I’m only doing this for Mocha”, you grinned.
“Wowww, I see how it is”, Maya said, chuckling and tilting her head back.
You smiled at her and then turned your head to face the road.
“Do you have a dog?”, Maya asked.
“No, but I've always wanted one," You replied.
“Would you get one in the future?”, Maya asked.
“Yes but my ex-girlfriend didn’t like dogs, so that didn’t go down too well”, You said.
“I see”, Maya said with a small grin.
“Is it this house on the left?”, You asked.
“Yes, yes it is”, Maya replied.
You pulled into the driveway and let her get out of the car.
She walked towards her door but then looked back at you.
“Would you like to walk Mocha with me?”, Maya asked, smiling.
“Are you sure?”, You replied.
“Of course, you drove me here so you’re more than welcome to stay if you want”.
“Okay, thank you”, You said getting out of the car and walking up to Maya at her door.
She unlocked the door and you walked in to a small but very cozy house.
“It’s so nice in here”, you stated.
“It’s still new so I haven’t finished decorating yet”, She replied, placing her keys in a tray.
She opens the door into the living room and there is Mocha already at the door and wagging her tail.
“Hiii baby”, Maya says in her dog voice sitting on the couch next to Mocha.
“ Mocha this is y/n, she very kindly drove me home today”, Maya said smiling and looking into your eyes.
You sat next to Maya on the couch and Mocha came up to you and wagged her tail wanting you to stroke her.
“I like you”.
“Sorry, what did you say?”, You asked, thinking you’re mishearing things whilst you were playing with Mocha.
“I said, I think she likes you”, Maya replied smiling at you.
“oh y-yeah i can tell”, you said your heart slightly racing from what you thought you heard.
“Good girl”, Maya said, stroking Mocha’s head.
You gulped trying to ignore Maya’s comment.
“Should we go on a walkies?”, Maya said, getting up and getting her lead.
Mocha’s tail wagged even faster as she trotted along following Maya.
“Are you ready to go?”, Maya asked.
“Of course”, You replied smiling and walked to the door.
You walked to a park not far from Maya’s house and it was big with lots of flowers and tall tree’s around the area.
Maya let Mocha off lead so now it was just the two of you walking together.
“How are you finding Manchester?”, You asked her.
“It’s nice, but it rains a lot”.
“I know”, You chuckled, as you have lived here all your life.
“At the moment it’s just me and Mocha living in our house, I feel like a single mum”, Maya said.
“I can always come around and look after Mocha if you need me to”, You replied, giving her a reassuring smile.
“Thank you”.
“You say that a lot”, You said.
“Well you’re being so nice”. Maya said smiling.
You looked into her eyes as she looked back in return.
All of a sudden you feel rain drip down your face.
“Oh great”, You said wiping your head whilst looking up to the sky.
By this time you were already halfway around the park.
“Hopefully it won’t be too bad”, Maya exclaimed.
Not soon later it was torrential.
“Come on mocha”, Maya called out as you were lightly jogging back to Maya’s house.
She put Mocha on lead and the rain got even worse, to the point we could barely see.
“It’s not been this bad in so long”, You said, slightly chuckling as the jog turned into a run to Maya’s house.
By this point all your clothes were drenched as no one brought a coat or an umbrella and it was freezing cold.
As soon as you entered the house all you wanted to do was to take all your clothes off.
Maya unclipped Mocha’s lead to let her dry off as we watched her shake and spread water everywhere.
Maya then tried to take her drenched hoodie off but her shirt got stuck to it. This meant she was only left in her sports bra.
“Oh sorry, sorry”, Maya said quickly, walking to put her wet clothes to the side.
You panicked and realised you had been staring at her for longer than expected.
You noticed how toned her abs were and how defined her arms were. You couldn’t help but feel attracted to her.
“I’ll go and get some dry clothes for us”, Maya said brushing past you to get to the stairs.
As soon as she exited the room you felt so stupid, I bet she doesn’t even like me back, you thought to yourself.
In what felt like seconds Maya was already changed and had brought some dry clothes down for you. Her wet hair was now down by her shoulders instead of the pony tail making her hair curly.
You couldn’t help but smile saying “Thank you”, as you made your way up the stairs.
“My rooms on the left”, You hear her shout from the kitchen.
You turn to the left and open the door that’s in front of you. Her room was big compared to your lousy apartment and it was all tidy and organised. You noticed she had a queen sized bed but there were only picture frames and an alarm clock on one side, not seeming like anyone else had slept on the other side recently.
You started getting changed into Maya’s clothes and you felt so comfy and warm in them noticing they smell just like her.
You bundled your wet clothes together and started walking back downstairs.
You looked for Maya in the kitchen but she wasn’t there. You turned to the living room and noticed she was sitting on the couch with Mocha drinking some tea.
“You can leave your clothes wherever, come and sit down”, she said smiling at you.
You placed your clothes in the kitchen where Maya had left hers and walked to the couch.
“I made you some tea, i’m not sure how you like it so i’m sorry if I messed up, I can make another one if you want”. Maya said quickly.
“It’s perfect”, You replied, feeling the warmth of the mug on your cold hands whilst taking a sip.
“That’s good”, Maya said smiling.
You nodded in response.
“You can stay for as long as you want or until the rain dies down a bit”, Maya said slightly moving towards you.
“That would be great, thanks”.
“You don’t have to thank me”, Maya said.
“Of course I do”, You said moving towards her.
By now your arms were almost touching.
“I feel a lot warmer now”, you said looking at Maya.
Maya turned her head to look at you and looked into your eyes you thought she was about to say something but then her eyes trailed to your lips for a split second but then back up to eyes.
“Y-yeah same”, Maya replied, sipping her tea.
You realised you had already finished your tea so you placed it on the coaster in front of you.
You turned to Maya who was rubbing her eyes.
“You okay?”, you asked her.
“Yes, i’m just tired”, Maya replied, placing her empty mug down in front of her.
“Do you want me to go, so you can rest?”, You asked.
“No it’s okay, you can stay”, Maya said sitting back, her hand then brushing yours.
You then yawned as you felt tired after running back here today.
“Come here”, Maya said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
You etched closer to her and leaned against her chest, you instantly felt safe.
All of a sudden you woke up and realised you were now lying on Maya’s lap, you looked up to her and saw that she was asleep however she must have been uncomfortable.
You slowly lift your head up and look across the room to the clock, it is now already 6pm.
A few minutes later you hear a slight movement and realise Maya started to open her eyes.
She looked confused at first but then a small smile came across her face when she saw you.
“How long were we asleep for?”, she asked.
“3 hours”, you chuckled.
“Oh wow, are you hungry?”, We should probably order something to eat”, She said looking at the clock.
“Yes that would be nice”, You replied.
You ended up ordering Chinese as no one could be bothered to cook and sat opposite her at the small table as Mocha was sitting below you.
As soon as you looked outside the window you realised it had stopped raining however the sky was getting dark.
I think Maya noticed this as when she was clearing up the rubbish she had a slightly sad tone on her face, thinking you were going to leave soon.
“I should probably head home soon before it gets too dark”, You said as you felt bad as Maya had been so nice to you and let you stay for awhile, you didn’t want to take up any more of her time.
“Ok that’s fine”, Maya said leaning against the counter.
You got all your things together and headed towards the door.
“Thank you for everything”, you said.
“It’s okay, get home safe”, Maya said leaning against the door.
You turned to face her one more time and just smiled looking into her eyes.
She slowly walked back up towards you to the point you were inches apart.
“I really enjoyed today”, Maya said.
“Same”, You replied, your breath slightly shaky.
Maya then slowly brought you into a kiss, her lips were soft. One of her hands were placed on your cheek as another brushed down your back.
After a few seconds she pulled away, looking into your eyes for your reaction.
“Oh i’m sorry, i’m sorry”, Maya said walking back towards her house.
“Hey, it’s okay”, You said reaching out for her arm, you were just shocked by what just happened.
She turned back towards you.
You leant in and kissed her.
The kiss lasted a few seconds longer and was more passionate.
As soon as you pulled away you regretted it, you wanted to stay with her for as long as possible but you had training the next day so you wanted to get home and get ready for that.
You watched her face as it lit up with a big smile and her cheeks were slightly blushing.
“See you tomorrow”, She winked.
“I assume I can keep your clothes”, You joked.
“Of course, keep them for as long as you want, I don't mind," Maya replied.
“Okay, see you tomorrow”, You smiled walking towards your car.
She watched by the door as you drove off her drive and down the road giving you a wave as you left her sight.
You couldn’t believe what just happened.
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respectfully i disagree, abusing exploits seem like healthy competitiveness to you? i think we shouldn't be defending toxicity just because the event is competitive. Also this isnt an average mc event its a mr beast challenge where obviously they expect players to also focus on content you know
many things, long post
abusing exploits on competitive events gets done all the time and it's presumed to be part of them. even in vanilla minecraft, or from my direct experience in competitive counter strike, you assume they will exist and you assume people will use them. because the bar for "exploits" varies from person to person in terms of their skill level, and simple things as redstone machinery to map holeing and jumping are seen as "exploits", as they are "unexpected" to the rhythm of the competition
the "abuses exploits" in the comp scene gets used under very specific circumstances ( external modding ), and the way they try to pose das as a cheater for simply knowing mc better than the rest ( or continuing to play the game because the server didn't kick him ?) is ill intended. i will not side with that type of behavior ever, in the same way i will not defend mod exploits. ( and whether he actually used any exploits or not is still up for debate, because according to him, he was simply aware it happened. the rest of the lobby whose deaths didn't count were exploiting it )
the entire situation is completely mishandled. telling someone that they are "trying too hard" to win 50k is deranged to me. i do not like das, i find him an odd personality and i know very well how he behaves. but i will not sit here and pretend all of this is fine. if jimmy beast didn't want pro players in his events, he shouldn't have "given him cord" as we say. it should have been a thing from the get-go. and if it was a problem the first time around, they shouldn't have kept him around for several events
cool, das is bad content. i agree, he is bad content. that doesn't excuse the way they are going about it. because they are utilising a shift in comp culture we have actively tried to work against, and this will not end in das. look at how ded behaved. look at how crisgreen behaved. i will not sit here and cheer for this, because this will impact the creators i like, and at the trickle down, it will impact me in my own games
this isn't toxicity. they wanted a pro player to give them content, and when he was the average pro player that is simply hyperfocused and not good content at all, they threw in the "toxic" label and said " idk you're banned figure it out " instead of being honest the first time around and saying " we want players that are more entertaining, sorry "
and we have a LONG issue with this. go look at what happened to hannah two days ago. go look at what certain butthurt male hispanic streamers said about her. it's the same fucking speech. too competitive, too toxic, this is a community event they shouldn't be here
we have been warning about this for YEARS. that using "competitive" as a label for just normal ass events ( yes this includes charity events ) would end up forcing pro players to make themselves worse, and that it would disproportionately affect women in the scene. in the same way pro sports are called "elitist" for requiring proof of skill, pro players are called "toxic" for doing the one thing they know how to do. that they have 10k 20k hours of practice on
i do not care for das one bit beyond him being a good player in the community. that's it. i don't like his playstyle and i don't enjoy his behavior. that doesn't make him toxic, or a cheater, or anything else. he's by all means the average pro player. seen them before will continue to until the end of time. but just because i don't like him doesn't mean i'll sit here cheering for the culture shift we have been fighting against because it hit someone i don't enjoy
fuck the guy for all i care. but don't invite pro players to your events and not expect them to try and win. by all means, ban them preemptively if necessary, we have never cared about that, we think it's fine, we have our own events ( that get massively shittalked too but alas ). don't bring the literal top 1% of players to your events and get offended they do good
#longest fucking post of life i'm sorry anon#i understand your point this is simply a matter of context#pyon askies#pyon long post
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First of all, thank you all so much for the nice reblogs on the Claude Headcanons, post, second of all
✨🌸 Hannah and the Triplets Headcanons 🌸✨
Hannah is the only Demon in the show I imagine as being very old and very powerful. She could kill Sebastian and Claude with both hands tied behind her back and it wouldn’t even be difficult for her. I also think she is a fallen Angel, unlike all the other Kuro Demons who I headcanon as humans who went to Hell
Conversely, the Triplets are all fairly young, only a couple of hundred years old, and especially individually they are fairly weak
I read on someone’s headcanons (possibly @eemoo1o-animoo) that they were one Demon broken into three, which I think is really cool, so I guess my other idea would be that they were a human soul that either as punishment or just be happenstance got broken into three
My personal headcanon is Demons can’t have kids, they just start existing, so the Triplets aren’t technically siblings, they just popped into existence in roughly the same region of Hell and have been together ever since.
Hannah saved their lives in Hell and they will now do pretty much whatever she says. They were also the first of instance of Hannah just being like ‘I’m your mum now deal with it’ (I’m electing to ignore all the weird shit about Hannah’s boobs - remember, Marie Kondo approach to canon)
She didn’t realise that what she felt for Luka was maternal love, and not hunger for his soul, and she does feel sorrow that she killed him. She had mostly taken contracts with less than pleasant humans that she was always more than happy to dispatch, so she’d never really spent much time around children.
She both wants to protect Alois from Claude for Luka’s sake, and because she felt she lost her chance to raise a child in Luka and so she sought out Alois.
She’d definitely try, but I honestly don’t know if Hannah would do a vastly better job than Claude. Other than anything else, since she barely talks to Alois, so she doesn’t really know him all that well, and he is a very different person to Luka
Also she’s approximately a bajillion years old so she definitely has 0 moral compass, even less of one than Claude or Sebastian.
The Triplets sometimes switch their partings around and pretend to be each other to fuck with Claude. Problem is, Claude doesn’t care which is which as long as things get done, so like, nobody’s winning
I think the Triplets do the ridiculous Cockney accents as a joke.
When they speak to others, they have to speak in turn. They will not speak individually. No one knows why.
Unlike sort of Claude and definitely Sebastian, Hannah has no issues reconciling her maternal feelings with her being a Demon. As previously mentioned, she is a bajillion years old and could probably kill people with her mind so she has absolutely nothing to prove. Also she has experienced all the murder and bloodshed one could ever hope to and maternal love is something relatively new to her.
Basically Hannah is mum and she’s a cool lady who can stab things and she is unfathomably old and powerful with no concept of puny human morals
Hannah is she/her and I think the Triplets are of the ‘whatever pronouns make the joke land’ persuasion.
The Triplets will obviously always side with Hannah, especially if it screws over Claude (Claude is a dick to them because he doesn’t want to deal with them and also he makes them do chores) but they really don’t have much in the way of personal stakes in the whole thing so they’re kind of just vibing
The Triplets don’t like Alois, but in an annoying younger brother way. Plus he stabbed Hannah’s eye out, so they have mild beef with him for that. It’s just as well because combined their forces of chaos would simply be too strong.
It would be cool if they were the Demons of threes, or trios. Since 3 is such a significant number, maybe it has a number, and maybe that’s why the human whose soul they were mad from was split?
Much like Claude, they do what Hannah tells them to but they’re not especially house proud.
Sebastian Michaelis, who lives at the Phantomhive manor & cleans 10,000 floors each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
Much like Claude, they just do not get why Sebastian puts so much effort in. Frankly, they think it’s weird.
They definitely fuck about when no-one’s looking
Actually entranced by light switches.
Pretended to be repelled by crosses to Alois until Hannah told them to stop.
Tldr: the Trancy Manor is chaos as well
Might make more of these at some point, but rsi is hitting to so here we are. Hope you enjoyed
#black butler#kuroshitsuji#claude faustus#hannah annafellows#black butler 2#black butler headcanons#kuroshitsuji 2#black butler season 2#mey rin would actually think hannah is so hot#the triplets are agents of chaos#the triplets#original post
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Well, aren't you a Lamb?
This is my first submission for @choicesflashfics using the prompt "I saw this and it reminded me of you." Since yesterday was Easter, this idea immediately popped into my head. I hope you enjoy. I've also added a little 'visual aid' to give you the full picture 🤣
Book: The Royal Romance
Pairing: TRR gang
Word count: 876
Warnings/content: language; silly fluff
It was Easter Sunday. Riley wanted to share some of her American customs with her friends and family so Liam rented a huge cabin in upstate New York. Riley and Hannah got busy in the kitchen while Liam, Drake, and Maxwell ventured out into the nearby town for some necessities. Drake pulled the SUV into a parking spot and the three got out of the vehicle. "Ahhh. Smell that?" Drake inhaled, stretching his arms out. "That's the smell of fresh air right there."
Liam grinned and shook his head. "This town suits you, Drake."
Maxwell continued to sniff in the air. "I don't know Drake, all I smell is," he sniffed again. "Cinnamon. Oh man, that smells good." Maxwell took off towards the bakery.
"Maxwell, wait-" Liam yelled.
"Let him go Li. Let's go get the other stuff we need. We can collect Maxwell after we are done."
Liam looked hesitantly toward the direction Max took off in. "I don't know Drake.." A barrage of bad scenarios played out in his mind.
"Hell be fine. Let's go."
Liam shook the thoughts from his mind and joined Drake. After Liam and Drake went to the Liquor store and grocery, they headed further into town to look for Maxwell.
"Well, I don't see any firey crashes, or loose wildlife roaming the streets. No ones running in fear, so it looks like a win." Drake teased.
"We haven't found Maxwell yet, don't rush to conclusions " Liam sighed, Drake chuckled, clasping him on the back. Just as Maxwell emerged from the bakery, carrying a giant-sized sized pastry box.
"Liam! Drake! I was just coming to find you guys. I got dessert for dinner!" Maxwell beamed.
"Oh, that sounds wonderful Max. What did you get us?" Liam smiled trying to lift the box and sneak a peak. Maxwell quickly pulled the box out of Liam's reach. "Oh no Liam, it's a surprise. I can't show you. You'll see at dinner, let's go." Maxwell turned on his heel and took off for the car. Liam stood rooted in place Drake coming up and standing next to him.
"You want to know what's in that box don't you?" Drake snickered.
"I shouldn't. I really should but,"
"You do." Drake finished for him.
"Yup."
After a short drive, the guys made it back to the cabin. They helped Riley and Hannah put everything away and spent most of the day relaxing before it was time to eat. After a large dinner, the group sat around the table before Hannah pulled a pie from the kitchen and placed it on the table. "I made a chocolate silk pie. I hope you love it." She smiled.
"It looks delicious, Hannah. I can't wait to dig in." Riley licked her lips just asMaxwelll came barging into the dining room carrying the big box. He dropped it right down on the table making the table shake and some glasses fell over.
"Finally. "Liam breathed out. It was finally time to find out what Maxwell had in the box. The contents plagued Liam the entire day while Drake teased him with his thoughts. Exploding pasty, undercooked cookies, blood pudding, or dirt pudding equipt with real live worms were just a few ideas Drake tossed out. Liam shuddered at the thought.
"What do we have here, Maxwell?" Riley quirked her brow.
"Well there we were in town when Drake was rambling on about fresh air but all I could smell was cinnamon. So I ran into the bakery and found this." He gently tapped on the box. "I saw this and it reminded me of you." He smiled brightly at Drake.
"Aww hell," Drake grunted as Liam peered closer in anticipation. Maxwell finally lifted the top of the box revealing a cake shaped like a lamb. It had blue jellybeans for eyes that started to melt and turn to jelly, one eye slid making it droop. Its nose, also a red jelly bean also melted, causing a bit of redness that resembled a light coloring of blood just above the makeshift mouth, complete with a grouping of crooked, jagged, rotten teeth. Hanna gasped and covered her eyes with her hands.
"I talked the girls at the bakery into letting me redecorate his face. Doesn't it look just like Drake?"
"The similarities are uncanny, Max." Riley assured him trying to keep a straight face.
Liam broke out into a fit of giggles as Drake sat there with a deep frown on his face.
"It looks like it might eat me." Hannah peered between her fingers, which made Liam laugh even harder.
"Drake, aren't you going to say anything to Maxwell?" Riley pressed.
"Nope," Drake grunted again.
"Drake." She warned and Drake rolled his eyes.
"Fine." He sighed, turning towards Maxwell. "Ah. Thank you for this um thing."
Maxwell's smile grew even bigger. "Any time buddy." He clasped Drake on the shoulder. "I thought to myself, Drake loves animals and this one, well I had to make him look like he belonged to you."
"Well, it's fitting. I'm in hell, why not have a demented Lamb to tie it all together." He shook his head. He had been to an American Easter before but this one was literally the weirdest Easter ever.
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in your personal tastes from everything we have so far. also my own design notes/tierlist below the cut. pls add your thoughts
2nd/personal fave it's a close tie between nibbly and tinky for me but ill go nibbly. i really like tinkys true form/doll design but i wish the npmd costume incorporated more of that tealy blue contrasting eye/tongue color, it works so well. that wouldn't have translated super well on stage I guess? dunno slap some blue horns on him. or hey he already has goggles but theyre red?? make that shit blue.
first: wiggly. i like that wiggly is the eldest/leader and also has a design that most closely represents the 'classic' eldrich horror cthulu look! i think his design is just the most solid, there's really nothing id add or subtract from him. his palette of soft and dark greens look great and the yellow/red eyes are the perfect extra pop of color. not my personal fave but once again I think his design is objectively the most solid
nibblys doll design is eh but the stage version is just PERFECT truly could not envision him better. nibblys just a mouth so they were forced to get creative and god damn did it pay off. the visor and bangs drawing attention to the teeth is MWAH. also Kim was just the perfect person to cast for this.
pokey is also great. major props for how creepy he is, and the otho puppet in yellow jackets is just fucking ASTOUNDING. one of the reasons i view yellow jacket at the best nightmare time story ever. prob would win if it wasn't for just personal tastes here. stage design is pretty good too I just think those fur ruffs are kinda ugly. theyve all got a little fur on em somewhere and i think pokeys is the least well utilized idk
blinky is eh. I like the color palette and doll. I think blinky is even harder to conceptualize than nibbly but I feel like they could have done a reverse thing with blinky in some kind of mask that covers the mouth? Lauren slayed but the designs still the weakest
i guess it checks out that webby is the most normal since she likes humans/ she wants to look human for Hannah/lex, but eh I'm tired of the The Girl One Is Pretty trope, she deserves to be as eldritch and monstrous as the rest of them. i wish she was more spidery. maybe theyll drop a true form reveal at some point? i wish she had a doll. all in all she's just A Person. id like them to do a jane doe and give her some blackout lenses or somethin
ranking: wiggly nibbly tinky pokey webby blinky
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yeah hannah has talked about that issue as an issue with mcc in the past. she was balanced like an S tier carry before actually proving herself as one, so she's in a weird place where they're almost purposefully preventing her from winning by giving her weaker teams. she would win a lot more if event organizers didn't preemptively say "well hannah could really pop off if we gave her [insert condition] so we'll counterbalance for that" because after all is said and done, it just hinders her performance and any potential that they were accounting for was stifled. it's almost like she is overestimated and underestimated at the same time
yeah. it's a very strange position to be in which I'm sure feels very frustrating. I'm glad she was finally given a good team and won a canon mcc!!
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⭐️ any section of I'll Be Okay! that you're itching to speak on, i am all ears, ears for days.
Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut
*twirls you around!!* HANNAHHH!!! 💜💜
Oh, man, so, as I made sure to point out in the Author’s Notes, this fic was inspired by This Art by my Buddy soggytommy on twt:
My writer brain was active at the time so I sat down and wrote a couple hundred words and DMed my buddy the wip, to which they responded by giving me more context about the scene: fighting the PDs, Leo accidentally blows something up, Mikey suffers the consequences.
So, the actual bts is that I Had been considering making this full angst with comfort at the end, but y’know!! I’m a sucker for levity during serious situations (which is probably why Mikey’s my fave, lol), so I tried to strike a balance there with Mikey kinda breaking the tension at multiple points, even with himself during the immediate aftermath of the explosion.
Also, I enjoy echoing/calling back to lines in my fics! The most obvious recurring one in this fic is the theme of Promises (Mikey promising he’ll be okay, Leo promising to tell him the end of the book, Mikey promising to tell someone immediately next time he gets badly injured). Don and Leo both tell each other at different points that they’ve done Enough. In Mikey’s POV, there’s Orders, with Mikey immediately following Leo’s command to Run and then later listening when he tells him to sleep. There’s also the Donnie SAINW trauma I slipped in, with both Leo and Mikey noticing he doesn’t react well upon seeing Mikey with arm injuries. Probably a few more but these are the clearest ones off the top of my head, lol!
Oh, and here are some of my favorite lines:
- “Aw, du’...” Mikey glares up at him. “Cli’ ‘angr.” << *points at my bestie* turtle who wants immediate gratification instead of suspense and probably loves to binge stories in one sitting
- A bookmark sticks out of it, tasseled with yarn and made up of layered and colorful construction paper and filled with childhood memories. A frail thing (a treasured gift) that has somehow survived all these years and unintentional moves. << *points again* baby Mikey made that :3
- The stabby thing needs to stay in his arm or else he’s off to join the Big Turtle in the Sky. << Personally the funniest joke I had Mikey think to himself next to the This Mission Blows line
- I know it’s Bad, he tells his brain as the pain whites out his vision. Stop yelling at me. I know. << *Mario falling in lava owowowow noise* if I ever actually draw this scene I apologize in advance
- Leo being up meant that they could stay up late, so Donnie would tinker or read and Raph would hog the Gameboy so Mikey would be resigned to reading comics. Sometimes, he’d slip under Leo’s blanket tent and try to read with him, asking him questions about the heroes and the villains and the story. << I wrote this Because of your (yes, You, Hannah) comment on Ch1 which made me think about Leo reading to his bros. Also, I totally drew a thing inspired by this because it’s The Most Precious Thing
- “Nope!” Mikey forces a leg to kick out of his blanket, missing Leo by a mile but sending the message loud and clear. “Y’know what? No blame game! No one wins in the blame game.” << *points for one last time* things I’ve actually done as a kid tucked in bed and a sibling says something stupid so I kicked out to let them know so
- And, he finally gets a hug from his dad, a carefully gentle thing from Splinter that he soaks in like the rays of the sun. << Actual Favorite Line that I will feel proud of til the end of time and also maybe draw at some point cuz Splinter Hug
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What if...? Duskwood Chapter 33
Chapter 32
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*Macie POV*
As I already said once, I love horror movies. Because everything is false and nothing can hurt you. You are safely looking at a screen watching how the protagonists try to survive.
In some movies they succeed and defeat the monster. In others, the monster wins.
Well today I never thought I would star in a real horror movie.
"What's all this?" Jessy asks, shocking.
On the wall was a corkboard with several photos of us, with the word 'Revenge' on a large banner. It was all illuminated by candlelight. Candles that made me think that the madman who had done this must not be very far away.
On the table were several black feathers. Probably raven feathers.
"I don't know…" Thomas whispers, scared.
I go ahead of them without taking my eyes off everything that was hanging. I even saw a crow drawn.
"Don't touch anything." i warned, so they wouldn't leave any traces.
"Guys, there are pictures of us." I don't pay attention to Jessy's words, I'm too busy looking through everything in case there's an important clue.
"No…" Thomas replies fearfully.
"Of all of us... Macie." Hearing Jessy, I turned to see her. She has a paper in her hands.
I walk over to her and look at him.
Like Dan's image, which I had noticed was a social media screenshot, so was mine. i would come out smiling with Henry in my hands. He was wearing his little blue tie that he wore on important days. That day gave me the opportunity to celebrate our two months together. It was stupid, but before long, Henry had become something of a big thing in my life. He was like my son. And seeing him on this wall made me afraid. It was like it wasn't just threatening me, like they could hurt Henry to hurt me too.
“Shit.” Thomas blurts out.
“Richy.” Jessy walks away from me and looks at Richy's photos.
I approach her also looking at her photos. Near it were the names of 'Hannah Donfort' and 'Amy Bell Lewis', marking a particular place on the map with a red thread. Below them, three papers with the word 'Guilty'. But it was strange... There are only two names, not three... Has the kidnapper put it out of obsession or because he wants to indicate a third person? I look at the picture of Richy next to the girls' names. Has he done it because he feels guilty but he's hiding it out of fear?
"Shit…" Thomas says again, "Shit, shit, shit." He kept focusing with his phone. Was he transmitting this to the group?
"And now what do we do?" Jessy asks, looking at the two of us.
"I don't know." Thomas replies.
I just looked and looked, looking to see if Jake was in the cork. I was worried that there might be something of him here. But not. I have to think about why Dan and mine's photos are snapshots and everyone else's are street photos.
“Macie.” Jessy moves me a little. I think I've been too mesmerized by this mural. I had never been in a scene like this before, they just passed me the photos to analyze. I was too excited, I couldn't deny it "What do we do?"
I can tell them that we have to get out of here as soon as possible, but leaving this unchecked would be a waste. But I know we can't stay here because of the candles.
"Jessy, take pictures of all this," I say, as she quickly pulls out her phone "Thomas? Is there another site to look at?"
"There's a basement." He tells me quickly.
“Photos taken.” Jessy announces.
"Okay…" I tried to think a bit, "The candles are lit, which means our suspect can come back at any time, he wouldn't risk leaving this alone."
"Fuck…" Thomas puts his hands to his head "And what will you do?"
"I'll stay here watching a little longer."
"Hurry up then!" Jessy runs off, as does Thomas.
I read the chat and I read Lilly's messages.
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Lilly
In the legend of the man without a face...
It was the father too, wasn’t it?
But if Michael Hanson is the culprit
And if he used his house as a hideout
Then it seems likely that Hannah and Richy might actually be there, right?
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Was it really Michael? I look at the mural again, analyzing every detail. Would it be that easy? Is he already? Is the victim's father? And why take ten years to put all this together?
I froze when I heard the door. I lean against the wall and cover my mouth. I could see the light coming through the door.
I hold my breath and go very still.
The kidnapper passes by my side. I have it so close that I even think my heart stops beating.
Turning around to want to leave, he manages to see me.
I tried to run but he managed to grab me, trying to suffocate me to kill me? To knock me unconscious? What I know is that I having trouble breathing and that he hurts me a lot.
"LET ME GO!" I scream as best I can, trying to get out of his grip "HELP!"
"I don't want to hurt you." he murmurs under the mask. It helps him cover the tone of his voice.
<< You’re hurting me!>>
My stomach turns when I hear him say that, where is Thomas?!
We hear a noise, like something falling and I can hear through my teeth how the kidnapper complains.
I start to cough and Jessy moves closer to me, careful not to make a sound, trying to help me up.
“I'm sorry Macie, I didn't hear the door from upstairs” she whispers, helping me up, “. It wasn't until you yelled that I came down."
I shake my head, as if to say it's okay.
"Jessy! Macie!" we heard Thomas yell at us.
"Come on!" Jessy grabs my hand, starting to run.
Thomas hands Jessy the phone and we head out to the barn. Thomas takes the lead to get closer to the door.
"Open the gate!" Jessie yells at him.
I put a hand to my throat, hurt. I can't talk and I can't stop shaking. I have fear and pain in the body.
We look back and see the man without a face walking towards us... Walking... It was almost as if he was taunting us to intimidate us 'Look, I'm here. Fear me.'
Thomas makes an effort to open the door and we both go out first.
We get in the car and I sit in the back. My legs are shaking.
"Are you two alright?!" Thomas asks us, starting to drive.
I look in the rearview mirror. The kidnapper stays watching us as we walks away.
"I do, but he suffocated Macie! He Almost Killed Her, Thomas!” Jessy yells, as she examines me “Can you talk?!
I shake my head. It is not only because of the pain, but also because of the fear. She still has the phone in her hand on the video call.
Shit… This is not good…
I get a text from Jake. No. I have a lot of messages. From when the guy entered the house, but I had my phone silent.
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Jake
Macie! Get out of there!
Find something to defend yourself with at least!
MACIE!
What do she mean he has suffocated you?!
Let them take you to the motel!
NOW!
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I receive a call from such a stranger. I answer avoiding putting the speaker to avoid scaring them.
I can hear his heavy breathing. Angry.
"It wasn't enough for you that I kill the mechanic…." I squeeze my hand furiously upon hearing those words "No... You should have gotten into this, Macie... You should have come... It's over now. I'm going to kill them all. Cleo. Thomas. Lilly. Jessy. And Dan… Every single one of them. And you will watch.” He pauses and I can hear a kind of chuckle "And in the end... I'll coming for you."
He hangs up and I'm frozen.
"Macie?" Jessy calls me, looking at me scared "What happened?"
"He said…" I swallow and that makes my throat hurt, I try to speak as best I can, but I'm unable to.
I decide to write it then in the chat.
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Macie
Someone just called me
It was the attacker
Cleo
What did he say?
Macie
He said t he wants to kill you
All of you
And he wants me to watch
And in the end, he would come for me
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"By the way, girls" Thomas calls out to us and pulls out a phone from his pocket. "I have it I have Hannah's cell phone."
I throw my head back, lips moving with a 'Thank God'. We had achieved something at least of all this.
*Jake POV*
I walk around the room, waiting for Macie to return.
I have told Thomas and Jessy to stay together and Lilly has been given permission to call the police. But Macie...
"Fuck!" I bang on the table, angry with myself for not being there with her.
I'm too angry I saw the video call Thomas was slow to react! I get it, humans tend to be cowards and not risk it for our own safety, but not me! And what he's done makes me furious! He could have left his cell phone and gone help her!
I have also heard the kidnapper! I can't… I can't now let her go through this!
I hear the car and I stay at the door, waiting like a dog for her to come in.
"Are you sure you don't want us to take you to my house?" I hear Jessy tell her, concerned.
"No… I'm fine here…" I hear Macie say, slowly and almost inaudibly.
I'm getting nervous.
She opens the door and I stride toward her, holding onto her shoulders. The surprised look on her face is nothing compared to mine, surely from being scared and worried about her.
"Are you alright?!" I ask quickly, not even giving her time to remove her jacket. I then place my hands on her face, examining if she has any injuries "What has he done?!"
“I'm fine…Jake.” she says, though I can see that she's shaking.
"No! You are not okay!" I head for the door and Macie stops me. "Let me go! I am going to tell Thomas a thing or two!"
"NO JAKE!" She makes the effort to scream and begins to cough.
I stop and again approach her. Looking at her as if at some point she was going to break.
"I'm fine." She caresses my face, trying to calm me down "I'm here…"
I sucked in a breath, clenching my hands tightly.
In the end, I end up hugging her afraid that maybe she wasn't even here and she was…
Macie buries her face into my body, trembling all the time.
"You are safe now" I say, kissing her hair ", you are with me now..."
After calming down, I let her go to the bathroom to get comfortable.
I see that it takes long and I worry.
"Macie?" I knock on the door, worried "Can I come in?"
"Yeah." It seems like at least she has the better voice.
I open the door and see her looking at her neck in the mirror. A wave of anger runs through my body seeing him red.
"How are you?" I ask, holding out on hacking into Thomas's stupid phone for this.
"Well…" She begins to say without taking her eyes off the mirror "At least he hasn't broken it for me."
I sigh, shaking my head. I know she wants me to be calm by making jokes, but it doesn't help me.
“Let me see.” I walk over to her and she turns around, raising her head "I think I have something to ease the pain."
"From your doctor?"
"Yes, wait here."
I leave the bathroom and look in one of the pockets for the anti-inflammatory.
I return to her and she pulls her hair back into a ponytail to avoid getting it on her. I helped her sit on the sink.
"Hold on tight." I warned, as I tilted her chin up.
I place the cream in my hands and begin to massage her neck with it.
Macie closes her eyes, groaning a little.
"Sorry" I apologize, stopping to apply, “Do I hurt you?"
"No, not you" she says and tries to nod ". Go ahead, I can handle it."
"Alright..."
I try to do the massage much more carefully.
She lets out a strange sigh, is it pain or…
"Dan was quite angry with you" she speaks slowly and she looks at me ", he think it's your fault that he did this to me…"
"Don't talk" I ordered, controlling my anger. Dan was upset that he hadn't named me. He was worried about his friends "Waits at least for me to finish."
"I'm sorry."
I suck in a breath, thinking about the pain she must be in right now. I just hope this eases her up a bit.
I see that then she breaks out into a smile. How can she smile at this moment?
"What are you thinking?" Curious question "Aren't you even a bit worried? You have been threatened."
“I'm thinking how well you massage.” She replies, letting out a chuckle.
I do the same, shaking my head.
"Really? Is that what you're thinking about?"
"It's better than thinking about what happened..."
Right… Now she should relax a bit before our next clue.
I also try to calm down a bit now that I can, not to think for a moment that she is in danger and that she is safe here. With me.
I don't remember having this kind of skin contact with her like this and her smile makes me partly relieved to know that she's okay.
"Jake?"
"Hmm? What?"
"My neck is a little higher..."
I realize that by looking at her face and in contact with her, I had slowly lowered my hand.
"Sorry." I move my hand away nervously.
Macie laughs and looks at me, stroking my face lovingly.
“Sorry for worrying you so much” she says with a sigh ". I didn't know this was going to happen."
"Nobody knew..."
“But we did get Hannah's phone at least."
I lean against the sink, resting my head on her shoulder.
Macie strokes my hair as she eases me up a bit. Look for the positive side after all the bad. The problem is that I didn't want bad things to happen to her.
"This shouldn't have happened to you." I nuzzle her neck gently and hear her make a noise of agreement "Sorry Macie."
"At least I’m relieved a little thanks to you" she whispers, playing with my hair ", you're pretty good with your hands, what else can you do?"
Ah… I see… Try to make me nervous so that I forget.
I smile sitting up, to look into her eyes. If this helps her to forget about the bad thing she's been through, then I'll help her.
"Can I…" I began to say, whispering close to her lips.
"You can..?"
I see how she starts to get nervous, she breathes very fast.
"Type very fast." I whisper in her ear.
Macie laughs and pushes me away a bit. I see that she is blushing.
"Can we talk about what happened now?" Question "I'm much better and Jessy was also going to pass me the photos that she has taken."
"If you're sure of it" I clap my hands and look at her decisively ". To work."
Macie sits on the bed and I sit on the chair. As usual.
I see that she seems to be focused and ready to talk.
"We are appear to be close to reaching our goal" I commented, also focused on our investigation ". And yet, I have been plagued by an odd feeling of late, which I cannot seem to let go of."
"Because we still haven't found them her." she answers, hugging herself.
"Perhaps you are correct." I can't deny it, I thought I was hopeful when they went to Michael's house. A modicum of hope to believe that Hannah and Richy were there.
"I feel the same way. We won’t be able to rest until we’ve finally found her."
"Yes. I suppose you are right.” I leaned back in the chair, thinking about the new find "Michael Hanson… What do you think Macie?" She looks up at me "Is he the culprit we have been looking for?"
"No" she answers quickly ", Michael Hanson isn’t who we’re looking for” She stares at the ground, thinking ". He just doesn't fit in the picture."
I start thinking about her words and everything we've seen. I trust her, although it's strange that she says that, because it could fit perfectly with him being our author.
"Perhaps this is merely a delusion" I begin to give my point of view "as we never considered him as potential suspect until now” she nods slowly, putting a hand to her neck ". However, I can understand your doubts come from. For our continued investigations, I would like to assume that Michael Hanson is indeed our culprit" her look of doubt on him makes me think I'm wrong, but he's the closest we have to a big clue to everything we've investigated "We will check every piece of evidence under this assumption. That way, sooner or later, this theory will either prove to be fact or will turn out to be an error."
"Alright." she answers without further ado.
I can understand that she might not like the idea of a broken parent wanting to hurt someone, but that's how it is a lot of the time. They are blinded by the fear that they will harm or have already harmed their children.
"Did you say that Jessica has send you the photos?" She nods "I would like for us both to look at them together."
"Okay, then I'll take my phone and-"
"No… You need to pick up your cell phone…" my face warms up a bit as I gesture for her to sit on my lap. "You can sit with me."
I have to stop getting nervous when I invite her to do it, I think she shows quite a bit.
Macie gets up and sits on top of me.
I turn on the screen and lets her see what I have. I know it's nothing special to impress her like anyone else. It is very simple and with hack programs. I'm sure she doesn't care too much.
“So this is what you were keeping from me” she says, as she leans across the table, resting her hand under her chin “, a hacker's computer wanted by the government, and I'm looking at it."
"I had more stuff on the other computers" I sighed almost sadly "At least here I have what we need. And that I trust you." She turns a little and smiles at me "Good. I will open the pictures now. Afterwards, we can analyze them together."
I access her shared gallery with Jessica. Luckily she doesn't get upset, she understands that this is important.
The first photo shows Michael's large house, along with the barn. It's... It's strange... This sounds familiar.
"This house is increadibly run-down." I commented, stroking Macie's hair.
"It looks like nobody’s taken care of it for a long time." I'm sure she could have observed it better than me.
"The house on the edge of Duskwood." I look at the location on the map, where I looked for it to find out where it was located "There are no neighbors or other buildings close by."
"A perfect place to hide."
I nod.
I can't get it out of my head. It's like I know this place.
"This area…" I begin to comment "It seems familiar."
"Have you been there before?" Macie looks at me, seriously. It almost seems like she's interrogating me.
"No, it's not that…" I scratch my chin, trying to figure out where it's from, "I simply cannot remember."
I move on to the next photo. The barn.
“You three were able to enter the house’s interior this barn."
"And we got out that way, too."
I feel a tremor through her body and take her hand, caressing it carefully. She entwines our fingers, making me unable to let go. Good thing I have another hand.
We move on to the next photo. The house outside. Nothing to see there.
Then the bunker. I really had hopes.
“Too bad this bunker was empty.” Macie says "I really thought Hannah would be inside…"
"I also believed that. If Hannah and Richy are not inside the kidnapper’s house, then where are they?"
She squeezes my hand harder and I move on to the next photo.
The barn inside gave a cold and lonely feeling. Seeing this I remember when they ran to get out of the barn, how scared she was. The damage. Then came that threat on the cell phone.
"You did not tell Jessica that he told you that he killed Richy." I remember from the group chat how Macie had avoided talking about it, so I guess she didn't tell her to her face either.
"I couldn't…" she replies, squeezing my hand again.
"I understand." I let my mind navigate my memories "For some, bad news is easier to take in if it is conveyed by a person they trust."
"You’re talking from experience, aren’t you?" I think Macie means when I told the group about Hannah's kidnapping, but it's not just about that.
“Yes” I nod, avoiding saying much more ". Of course, in the end it is entirely your decision."
"Then I prefer not to tell her..."
I hear her sigh and move on to the next photo, trying not to continue forcing the conversation. It must have hurt to hear that Richy really is dead.
In the following photo, two barrels are shown with a warning symbol.
“The symbols on the barrels indicate a dangerous substance.” I comment.
"Poisonous, I'd say."
“As far I can tell, these barrels appear to be made of steel."
"And they also look pretty new."
I continued to watch them closely. True, they are new, so it means that the kidnapper has bought them for some reason.
“I would estimate that they have a capacity of at least two hundred liters.” Macie looks at me surprised.
"Do you know that just by looking at them?" She asks me.
"You know with the size." I smiled at her.
"You talk to someone who likes more letters than numbers."
I let out a laugh and go back to the photo.
"The writing is indistinguishable" I tried to look carefully, almost straining my eyes "It could tell us where they were bought or who manufacture."
"Can't you make it readable?"
"I could do it, but it would take a lot of time" I let go of the mouse for a moment, to ruffle my hair, a lot of work and I already had a hard time getting the memorial stone to show right "If we reach dead end in our investigations, I will start working on it."
I move on to the next photo. The barn from another point of view.
"Jake...?" She turns when to see me, with a curious look "Have you ever shown your computer to someone?"
"I'm usually quite discreet with my work area, really" I replied, trying to remember that all the computers I used to work were not allowed to be looked at by anyone ". It was like a no-go zone for everyone."
"So all this time you've let me look at the screens…. Have I been the first person?"
"Yes," he answered, caressing her face, "you're the first person to see it. Even right now, I haven't shown anyone the programs I use to hack. "
She smiles and I watch as she fixes a lock that had come loose from her ponytail.
"I like that… I feel special."
"You have always been..."
She bites her lips and returns to the screen.
I clear my throat and move on to the next photo.
The mural.
Instinctively, Macie jerks back, away from the screen.
I run my arm through her body and stroke her arm slowly.
“Like in a horror movie…” she murmurs, a little more to herself "It must have taken a long time to get all of this stuff."
I hear anger in her voice. I can understand her, because in the next photo, there are photos of Lilly. My little sister. Thinking that the kidnapper has photographed her makes me worry.
"Lilly." I pronounce her name, terrified of the situation.
"Notice how she’s looking around?" Macie raises her hand to indicate the photo "As if she knew she was being followed."
“Survival instinct” I say, trying to be calm “, maybe she must have felt something like you say."
"That’s the map of Duskwood." now she points to a part of a map,
"Yes, well spotted."
"But it’s cut off in the picture."
We look at the next photo that is in Jessica's photograph. Macie tenses up seeing him.
"Richy..."
"How do you know that this person is Richy?"
"His… His whole appearance I guess."
I kissed her forehead and sighed.
We continue with the next photo.
Seeing him makes me angry.
"Thomas." I can't hide my anger, it shows too much in my voice.
"I just realized, I didn’t know his last name until now. Somehow it is strange to know this detail by means of our author."
So not only does the kidnapper know their names and have taken photos of them, but very possibly he knows who they are personally for some strange reason.
“Jessica.” I say, seeing the photo of her.
"She’d kill you if you keep calling her that." Macie giggles.
"If she can catch me." I smile proudly.
She laughs again and she leaves me a kiss on the neck. Shit... Shit... Now I have to concentrate. I'll focus on Jessica's picture, that'll calm me down.
I analyze the photo, it seems that she is looking directly at the camera.
“It’s as if she could see her follower."
"That is what I initially thought, too" I replied, trying to better position myself in the chair without disturbing her ". But then I notice the details to the right and the left of the picture.” I point my hand to it "I am sure that he was well hidden when he took this picture."
She makes a nodding sound.
Behind Jessica's photo, there is a piece of paper with numbers on it.
"A bill. All relevant information has been blacked out and made illegible."
“The strange thing here is that he hung up on It.” she comments, her voice doubtful.
I move on to the next photo.
“A picture of Dan."
“I know that picture” I look at Macie, who is now pointing at it “It’s from social media."
"That means the culprit did not take it."
I look at the next person in the photo.
"Cleo." I notice something strange "This photo enclosed with the threatening letter the culprit had sent to Cleo’s mother” I look at Macie who seems to be studying the mural. She's been there, she probably noticed something ". Have you notice anything, Macie?"
"He has a picture of everyone in the group but compare Dan's with the rest, it's taken from the internet." she points to the top and bottom sides.
"Yes," I pay attention to her words and I dare to ask "Do you think Dan has planned it?"
"No, maybe the kidnapper didn't have time" Macie looks at me and starts to think "What if he couldn't take the photo because by the time he was doing the group, he was already in the hospital?"
It's a very good deduction, no doubt. It is most likely that he did not have time to get a photo of Dan, so we could say that he did the mural in a short time.
"He was watching all of them." I say, accepting her deduction.
“I suppose he."
"Why did he do that?"
Macie shrugs and I look at the next clue.
"A calendar sheet." I try to take a better look at it, a lot of things are missing "However, both month and year are missing."
"Month and year of Jennifer's death?" Comments Macie "Everything revolves around her."
“That only makes the father theory grow."
"We don't know that yet..."
I nod and look at the word on the banner.
"'Reven'?"
“Revenge.” Macie corrects me, tense.
"I see... I'd like to see it from another better angle."
We move on to the next photo, in it is a photo of Amy Bell Lewis and the news.
“This is from the news clip in which Amy Bell Lewis’ identity was revealed."
"Christian wanted to include me in her report about her death." I hear her make an annoyed sound and I kiss her on the shoulder to relax her. She puts her arm behind me and starts stroking the ends of my hair "So he actively watches the news."
"Yes, he does. Either he wants to see what police is sharing with the public.” She looks at me and I look at her, continuing my theory "Or it makes him happy to see that he is being talked about in the media."
"He wants more insight" Macie looks back at the photo "If this gives him happiness… he is sick."
I nod and move on to the next photo.
Revenge. In large and below it, all the clues of the kidnapper.
"If we assume that this was really Michael Hanson, then he probably wanted to find his daughter’s killer." I try to explain to Macie so she'll understand. She can't keep denying it.
“And that way everyone got targeted."
"Yes" I continue caressing her arm slowly, I can see that she is nervous because of how she trembles again "Jennifer Hanson's killer has never been found. And that's why he only started ten years later" I try to fit all the pieces, I think this is what makes the most sense so far. "He had to find out first who was responsible for Jennifer’s death."
"That’s what Cleo suspected too…"
It was like we all just assumed is Michael Hanson except her. She denied it. Perhaps with this I could help her see that not all parents mourn her children. Some prefer the thirst for revenge.
I move on to the next photo and I'm furious.
Like Dan, it was a social media post of Macie with Henry. I clench my fist and she makes me look at her.
"Jake, calm down." Her soft her voice tries to calm me down "Don’t worry."
I swallow, caressing her hand. Powerless to see it.
"I am sorry."
“Eh, it's not as bad as all those threatening phone calls” she jokes, trying not to care. But I know that she cares too because she isn’t alone but with Henry and I know how much he means to her.
I keep looking at the photo. Her joke doesn't calm me down, on the contrary. I know she's hiding it that she doesn't mind and it's what makes me want to do something for her.
"What’s up?" she asks me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Seeing this photo on this wall getting to me." I look directly into her eyes, controlling my anger. But it wasn't directed against her "It makes me angry and I feel helpless” Macie sighs, looking at me sympathetically "I should have gone there with you and protected you."
"And risk someone seeing you?"
"It would have been better than doing nothing."
"No" she shakes her head, bringing her forehead to mine "I wouldn't have left you, do you hear me? Besides… It helps me knowing you care about me."
She smiles at me and I try to return her smile, even though I had a hard time. I won't let her go through something like this again.
"I've realized something" I say, looking at the photo, not responding to her words. I couldn't accept it “You only joined the group after Hannah had disappeared, so as you say, he hasn't been able to find out anything about you."
"In social networks I don't have a position where I live or my personal information, most of them are Henry's and the ones I have are more private, I share them with my friends" she answers, looking at the photo now ", he hasn't been able to find out anything specifically and until now, he didn't know I was here."
“And this new clip was only aired recently, too… So his investigation are not finished yet."
"It’s not over for him…" I watch as she nuzzles her neck, remember when he suffocated her.
I make her look at me and I see that her eyes are shining, affected by what happened.
As she had done before, I dare to place a small kiss on her neck, but as relief for the pain she felt. I can't stand it being like this.
She smiles at me when I look back at her.
“We’ve almost solved the case, Jake” she says with a sigh, wrapping her arms around my neck “I can feel it."
“Yes, we have, Macie” I admit, placing my hands on her hips "However, we should not feel too sure of ourselves to avoid making any mistakes" I remember the finding, with doubt ". It is a very happy coincidence that Thomas managed to come into possession of Hannah's phone."
"I completely agree."
I start thinking about our next step. We have something quite valuable on our hands.
“I should take precautionary steps so that we can access Hannah’s phone later on."
“Well then.” Macie stands up and I feel empty without her. It is not like it bother me much, either "hurry up and good luck with."
We hear the door and look at each other.
We don't wait for anyone. Well. She doesn't wait for anyone.
Who could it be?
Chapter 34
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