Request: Can you do a brett imagine where y/n is brett’s anchor?
Word count: 590+
“And that’s why I didn’t do my homework yesterday,” Stiles spoke.
He was leaned against the locker two down from yours, waiting for you to finish putting your stuff up so that the two of you could head out to the lacrosse field to relax.
“Mhmm,” you nodded, slipping your biology book into your locker. “And that’s the excuse you’re gonna tell your teacher?”
“Yep, I just figured telling her I was dealing with an I.E.D beta who was trying to maul me would’ve been a bit too—”
Yours and Stiles’ attention focused on the newest voice in the conversation who came from the left of you.
You shut your locker. “Brett? What are you doing here?”
He moved to stand in front of you, softly placing his hand on your forearms. You were shocked by how close he was standing; you didn’t really know each other, and you barely considered him a friend. His breath was slow and deep and it looked like he was trying to calm himself down.
“I…um, I need to talk to you.”
“Okay…” you trailed off.
His eyes trailed over to Stiles who was listening intently. “Alone.”
You looked back at Stiles who shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
“There’s an old classroom down the hall that we can talk in if—”
“Great,” he cut you off, grabbing your hand and tugging you down the hallway to Ms. Blake’s old classroom.
He shut the door behind you, finally let go of your hand, and moved to lean on one of the many desks in the classroom except he didn’t take his eyes off of you.
You set your books and your bag down and shifted uncomfortably.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” you blushed, “I thought you wanted to talk to me?”
“I do—I just—can I hug you?” he rushed out.
Your eyebrows pushed together in confusion. “Uh, sure.”
Brett pushed away from the desk and walk over to you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him in what was much more than a friendly hug.
You could hear him taking slow, deep breaths as he rested his chin on top of your head. You stood with your arms loosely by your side because you couldn’t decide if should hug him back or stand there while he basically cuddled you.
After a while, you finally gave him a small pat on the back before prying yourself away from him.
“Do you wanna explain what just happened?” you asked.
Brett sighed and raked his fingers through his hair.
“You may not know this, but you’re really popular and I mean really popular,” he paused to think over his words and continued. “So I was in the locker room this morning and this guy was talking about how it’d be a ‘real score’ if he got to bang you.”
“And—and I lost it. I went to tell him off and I wolfed out in front of him.”
“What?” you shouted. “W-what about your anchor? Why didn’t you think of that?”
“That’s the thing! You’re my anchor, and every time I tried to think of you, my mind went back to those things he was saying about you and it only made me angrier.”
Your mouth was completely open at that point, but Brett carried on.
“That’s why I came here. I was hoping seeing you would help,” he finished awkwardly.
“S-so I’m your anchor?” Brett nodded. A smirk found its way onto your lips. “Well I am pretty awesome.”
The remains of this 12th century BC city were found in Abu Qir Bay 6.5 km away from the main coastline. 15000 years ago, Heracleion was an affluent township tragically covered by water.
The archaeological team found 64 ships, 700 anchors and several statues that are over 16 feet tall in the sunken city. This proves that the city was an important port town for Egypt’s market. Among the artifacts found in the city’s ruins are the remains of a giant temple.
Heracleion was said to be a rich and flourishing city before it was raided by European invaders, nearly 1,500 years back.
The search yielded more than 300 small & big statues, artifacts, amulets and trinkets. The numbers of artifacts found indicate that the city’s sculptors made statues for local use as well as sold them to nearby regions.
Notice the noses are defaced, the invaders are said to have ordered the original kemetic people in the surrounding area to move away, many refused so they flooded the area so actually this is no mystery its just a case of the Devils kids uncovering what their forefathers have done
European invaders robbed and looted all the temples and took artifact back to their land and claimed it as theirs? flooded the so called kemetic( Black) native people out of the land. and now with BS articles try to pull another fast one… now God forbid if anyone speak out on historical facts they will be labeled a racist..LOL…O and the word DEVIL according to the bible dictionary means one who deceives. so now lets look back. Didn’t the caucasians go there and deceive the people who was in that land?
Context: The Inquisitor splashed a statue with holy water after repeatedly being told not to. He ended up waking a very powerful Nemhain and then fled into the inn. After a little debate, the rest of the party threw him out, with the Bard(me) being the only one to stick up for him.
Nemhain: *smirks at the Bard (who just slapped the Inquisitor) before turning to face the Inquisitor* “Then it seems that I am in a position to do you a favor, little inquisitor. Teach you an important lesson about thrusting yourself into matters that are not your concern and failing to heed the words of one who knows what they speak of. The mayor knows not what is anchored to his statue, only that those which wish his village harm have been… chastised in the severest way.” *She gestures to the cloud of floating sphere of light above her head.* “My collection grows regularly, little inquisitor, and your impertinence tempts me to add your soul to it.”
Inquisitor: “Believe me my soul really isn’t worth it. I’d say with me there the collective common sense would go down so much it would even affect you in some way.”
Tavern Brawler: “Now, now, Inquisitor, don’t undersell yourself too much. I’m sure with you there, they’d perceive much more.” (referring to Inquisitor’s high Perception)
Inquisitor: "Plus I’m already pretty terrified and humiliated at this point… yeah… today is like, a 4 out of 10…“
*The dragon in the party calls out to the Nemhain.* “Can you make it at least 1 out of 10 for him?”
Inquisitor: “Unless it made my family come back to life, murder their servants and had me kill them again it’s not achieving a 1.”
Summary: In the aftermath of the Quarter Quell, Katniss and Peeta are forced to a
safe house. But with Peeta recovering from torture, and Katniss as
confused as ever, will the solitude help them realize their worlds are
not as black and white as they believe?
Why I chose this fic: This is an entertaining story with a unique plot.
Summary: The Circus of Fire is back in Panem City. Peeta has always loved the
Circus, partly for the girl he met ages ago, who is now the star of the
show. He isn’t under the impression that he has a chance with her…until
the strangest of circumstances bring them together, and neither of them
can really help what happens next. After all, anything can happen when
the Circus is in town.
Why I chose this fic: Loved this story. It is the first story I read in which Katiniss is in the circus.
Summary: Katniss is a junior at WVSU. On her first night back, she makes a bet,
slightly drunk at a party. She has to hit a target 3 times, or lose 300
dollars. On her first 2, she hits the bullseye. On her third, a set of
piercing blue eyes distracts her. When she has trouble looking away, the
scream of the person she’s hit helps her.
Why I chose this fic: The first chapter had me cracking up.I hope the author continues the story.
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