#c: felicity h

[delilahjcmes]

I doubt anyone would think that you're a spokesperson for mattress padding, you're far too pretty for that. Though, i'm happy to know that you got a giggle out of it. Pinky promise indeed, missy!

Uh, sure?

It does a bit, but a lot of people still enjoy a good hard cover or a tangible novel. I've also been known to order the braille version of novels before, if I can order it for someone, then I will.

I have 1 app that I could most likely dust the cobwebs off of - I should get you to make a few new profiles for me. Surely you're too busy to go out with me, though that is a sweet offer.

Oh, Delilah! Can you only imagine what extra padding will look like underneath my clothes? People will think I'm the new spokeswoman for...omg. I can't think of what! Mattress padding! Yes, that. I let out the silliest giggle at that. It's OK. I genuinely appreciate the worry, sweetness. I cannot promise I won't get scratches and scrapes, but I'll be as careful as possible. Pinky promise.

Do you mean the Bearcreek map?

Does it hurt sales when people opt for audiobooks? Now that Audible is so well-known, I can't imagine many people buying CD formats.

I'm on a couple of dating apps and just chat with people. Sometimes, a date comes from it; sometimes, it's great convo! It's a win/win either way. Delilah, you need to change that! Ask someone out! I'm super duper available if you want to go out this weekend!

[buccini555]

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

★ They ended up seeing the marks on your wrists after you ended up hurting yourself after a serious argument between you

★ H e a d c a n o n s !

★ 𝑭𝒕. Manjiro Sano, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kakucho Hitto, Kokonoi Hajime, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Takeomi Akashi and Kanji Mochizuki

tw: sh mention

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

"Mm? What was that?" Looking at you carefully, Manjiro looks down at your wrists, he had never even noticed those marks before, as soon as he noticed them, he already knew what they were.

"W-what?" You questioned, lowering the sleeves of your blouse at that same moment, already knowing that Manjiro had just discovered that you were injured.

"...Are those cuts? Did you cut yourself?" Gently taking his hand to your face, making the sleeve of your clothes go down again due to the lightness of the fabric, Manjiro questioned what those marks were.

Nodding your head in affirmation, you gave your answer, making Manjiro stare at you in complete silence for a few brief seconds that felt like an eternity.

"M-mikey...? I'm so sorry." The boy looked away, seeming to get lost in his own thoughts for a moment.

Approaching again, he subtly held your arm, looking over each of those marks. "...It was my fault, wasn't it? Did I make you do it?"

"No! I-it wasn't your fault, I-I..." Immediately, you tried to explain yourself to Manjiro who just shook his head in denial.

"Promise me, swear to me, that you will never hurt yourself again." Holding your hand again, he spoke in a serious tone, Manjiro was shaking and apprehensive, still feeling responsible for having made you do such an act against him.

"... I promise." Hugging the same, you made your promise.

"I don't want to lose the only person I have..." Returning your display of affection, Manjiro hugged you carefully.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

"Princess... You don't need to hide it from me anymore, I've already seen it." Without you waiting, Haruchiyo spoke as he sat down next to you and held your arm gently, you could see exactly the pain in his eyes as he stared at your arm knowing that he had been injured.

"I'm so sorry..." Holding back the tears in your eyes, you just apologized to the taller one.

"You're not to blame, you're not to blame for this! It was me who caused this..." He tried not to blame himself, but the weight of seeing you suffer made it really affect him with a great guilt for not having simply avoided that discussion.

"It's not your fault, Haru." You wanted to calm him down, but as much as you could, he didn't seem to accept that.

At that moment, Sanzu stared at you in silence, even though he didn't show his feelings with such felicity, he had his moments that he considered a "weakness".

"... I know how you felt because of me, that fight, Damn! I... I never wanted to be an asshole to you, I'm sorry." Trying to control the tears that wanted to be released, Sanzu said almost like an outburst.

"Don't blame yourself, please Haru..." Still trying to comfort Haruchiyo, you made your speech.

"I don't want to see you cutting yourself anymore, okay? Don't ever do that again." Breaking the silence, he said looking away.

"R-right..." You promised indirectly, making him feel better.

"Hey?" Haruchiyo approached you and gave you a kiss, trying not to dwell on the subject too much.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

"Who did this to your arm? Did something happen? Baby?" Kakucho would be extremely worried when he held your arm and saw those newly made marks, as much as he didn't want to accept it, he definitely already had in mind the reality that you had inflicted those injuries on yourself.

"...W-Was it, you?" When he found the courage, he took a breath from the bottom of his lungs and asked his question, even though unfortunately he already knew the answer.

"I'm sorry Kaku, I didn't want to disappoint you." Seeing him worried made your heart sink, but at that point, there was nothing you could do to continue hiding that secret until then.

"No, don't say that." At that moment, Kakucho hugged you without thinking twice, all he wanted was to make you feel comfortable even in the middle of that situation.

"You will never, ever be a disappointment to me, I'm so proud of you." Pulling away from the hug and looking directly into his eyes, the taller man said what he had in mind.

"Look at me." Again approaching, he cupped her face.

"Mm? Kaku?" Looking into his eyes, you wondered what he wanted.

"Never hurt yourself again." In a serious tone, Kakucho continued his speech while looking at his eyes with the same sparkle as always.

"... I promise." Looking away a little embarrassed, you promised.

"No need to promise, my sweetheart, I trust you." Holding your face gently and still looking directly at you, Kakucho would speak with a small, relieved smile.

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

"Don't do this to me, sweetie." Kokonoi unexpectedly appeared behind you, fixing his black lined eyes on the newly healed marks on your arms.

Taken by surprise, you tried to hide those injuries with the sleeves of your sweatshirt, but you already knew that everything had simply been discovered. "What do you mean, Koko?"

"I want to say that I know that you're hurting yourself." Approaching you and lifting the fabric that hid the marks, Koko said as he looked away.

At that moment, you only managed to remain completely silent, he knew, there was nothing left to hide, Kokonoi was definitely hurt and you couldn't help but be sure of this fact.

"I-I'm sorry!" Hugging him, you began to apologize with insistent tears slipping from your eyes.

No matter how disappointed he was, Kokonoi would never deny your hug. "Oh? Baby... I'm so sorry. For anything I've done, I'm truly sorry."

Koko looked at you with sadness in her eyes, at the same time worried, he hugged you still in silence, without being able to utter a word.

"I'm sorry Koko... Please." Again, you apologized.

"You're forgiven, baby, don't ever do that again, please." Breaking the silence, Kokonoi made his speech, obviously he would forgive you without thinking twice, despite that, he would start paying more attention to your behavior and would also try to avoid arguments for your well-being.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"Shit, what was that?" Rindou exclaimed in a low, barely audible tone as he looked away from the apparent injuries on your wrists.

The silence became almost sepulchral when he held your arm, running his fingers lightly over those bruises, Rindou hugged you, feeling your body trembling and your heart racing.

"...Don't do that to us again, it hurts me as much as it hurts you." The taller man expressed himself calmly, pausing in his speech to look for the right words out of fear of hurting you even more.

"...Damn, I-I, I hate seeing you hurt, I'm so sorry." Holding his arm, his voice no longer maintained the same tone, he could no longer deny himself the urge to cry, in doing so, tears secretly rolled down his face, Rindou was being sincere when he said how bad he felt for seeing her so sad.

"I'm sorry, Rin." Making him let go of your arm, you apologized in a few words, he remained silent, but soon ended up pulling you into a hug.

"Promise me, promise me you won't cut yourself again, especially because of someone else like me." The seriousness in his look and intonation was visible, Rindou was sorry for that argument, so he promised himself that he would treat you better.

"I promise!" Hugging him back, making him calm down and feel better, you made your promise.

"I love you so much, I do, nothing like that will ever happen again..." Rindou said with a subtle smile of relief on his face as he gently stroked your hair.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"No, you didn't do that, did you?" Shaking his head, Ran asked you with a worried look as soon as he noticed those newly made marks on your wrists.

"I'm sorry..." Looking away, you knew that at that point there was no longer any way to hide it from Ran.

"I'm the one who's sorry, my princess." Looking somewhere, shame and guilt showed on his face, Ran definitely felt it.

"It wasn't your fault, Ran." You said as soon as you realized how affected he became in that instant.

"Yes it was, we both know, but it doesn't matter now." The taller one held you gently in gis arms, kissing your forehead, Ran said with a trembling voice worried about what he had caused.

You spend some time hugging in silence, all Ran wanted at that moment was to comfort you and show you that he was right there by your side to take care of you even if he sometimes ended up behaving inappropriately.

"I'm here and I don't want you to hurt yourself again." Breaking the silence, the taller one spoke calmly, still with a trembling voice.

"I am not going." In a low tone, you said, hugging him tighter and calming him down.

"Will you promise me, my beauty?" Hugging you even more eagerly, Ran made you promise never to get hurt again.

“I-I promise…” You made your promise without thinking too much.

Ran pulled away from you and kissed your forehead, becoming more at ease with his promise, he would rather trust you. "That's better, my love."

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

"What the fuck happened to your arm?" Takeomi was never so serious, seeing those marks on his arm really made him bitterly regret all the harm he caused you.

You remained silent, just hoping Takeomi would ignore those fresh scars.

"...You, were you the one who did this?" The older questioned again, Takeomi approached you and lifted the sleeve of your blouse, leaving the marks even more visible, that time, you actually realized that he was sincerely worried.

"Don't fight with me again, Takeomi, p-please." Worried about what Takeomi might do, you just started apologizing.

"Fight with you? Of course, not!"

Unexpectedly, Akashi hugged you, in that same hug, you could feel the apprehension in his behavior.

"Promise me you'll never get hurt again by an asshole like me." Pulling away and holding you by the shoulders, Takeomi spoke.

"I promise." Embracing the same, you made your promise.

Takeomi couldn't help but return the hug and did so. "I'll take better care of you, I'll..."

𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐢

"What are you hiding from me?" He had already seen the marks on your arm, but honestly Kanji had no idea how to deal with that subject without ending up hurting you.

"N-nothing, Mochi." Apprehensively, you spoke, trying to separate yourself from that question, even though you knew he already knew about your injuries.

"... Don't lie to me." In a serious tone, he said.

"Don't fight with me, please!" Bracing yourself for the worst possible reaction, all you could do at that moment was apologize.

"Baby? I would never fight you over that, I just don't want you to do it again." Even though you still felt like he was being insensitive in some way, Kanji spoke trying to get you to just trust him.

"I'm sorry." Lowering your head and looking away, you said in a shaky voice, still trying to keep those marks away from Mochi's eyes.

"Look at me, please, look." Holding your face, he made you look back at him.

"Hm?" Seeing that he wouldn't fight with you kept you surprised and relieved at the same time.

"Promise me you'll never get hurt again because of me, I promise I'll never be stupid to you again." Still maintaining a serious tone and a steady gaze, Kanji spoke.

You were silent for a brief moment, but you wanted to promise that. "I-I promise."

Kanji smiled in relief and hugged you, leaving that subject aside, even so, he would change his behavior to never see you hurt again.

[ashiqui]

the centre of every poem is this— i have loved you. i have had to deal with that.

gigi perez, sailor song / @/beyourself.ph on ig (x) / jeanette winterson / three days (1991), dir šarūnas bartas / ocean vuong, on earth we’re briefly gorgeous / amy lowell, the letter / franz kafka, letters to milena / (x) / (x) / edna st. vincent millay in a letter to george dillon, c. 1929 / bram stoker, dracula / micah nemerever, these violent delights / (x) / the crane wives, never love an anchor / @schuylerpeck (x) / (x) / amal el-mohtar and max gladstone, this is how you lose the time war / yves olade, belovéd / rachel h, fleeting things / franz kafka, letters to felice / (x) / (x) / ursula k. le guin, a fisherman of the inland sea

[dwonfilm]

Old habits die hard. | Beau Arlen x Reader

Summary: after Beau’s divorce he and [Y/N] were involved, but he realized it wasn’t fair for many reasons and things ended in a mess, but his past comes back to bite when [Y/N] shows up in Montana as a kidnapping victim and the perpetrators are tied to the cartel that killed his old partner.

This will be a multi-part story, set after season three of Big Sky.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader

Warnings: kidnapping, being stuck in a confined space, (if you’re ever reading one of my stories and there’s something you think should’ve been included in the warnings—comment or message me!)

Mentions: Jenny Hoyt, Cassie Dewell, Carla, Felicity [L/N]

Part I:

It was dark. That much she knew from the second she opened her eyes and the scenery didn’t seem to change. Now there was a headache ringing in her head, feeling like a jackhammer against the back of her skull. Blinking furiously to attempt to force her eyes to adjust faster, they’d just started to when there was a loud clunk. It sounded like.. a car door maybe? Slowly her eyes adjusted to the darkness that wrapped around her like a cold blanket. Unfortunately there wasn’t much to see—despite the clearer vision, wherever she was hadn’t offered any clues. Now she attempted to move, which is when another unfortunate realization set in: her hands were behind her back. Held together somehow, it felt like duct tape. What the hell was going on..? All of a sudden her theory about the car door was confirmed, the engine of whatever vehicle she was in roared to life and they pulled out of wherever they’d stopped. Desperately she tried to rack her brain, trying to remember what led up to this moment. This only resulted in irritation towards herself as she couldn’t remember.. maybe she was drugged? Who the hell would wanna do something like that?

Helena, Montana.

Beau was seated at his desk, the door to his office ajar. All he was doing, which is what he’d been doing all morning, was catching up on paperwork. It had been a quiet morning around the Sheriff’s Department, so he begrudgingly decided to catch up with the paperwork he’d been very behind on. Once the afternoon rolled around, he’d managed to get about half of it done. That’s when his phone buzzed, the noise louder because it was lying atop his desk. Garnering Beau’s attention, he laid the pen down for a moment and picked up the device. Slowly reading the preview, he was confused and so he put in his passcode and opened the messages app. Clicking the new text, now the full thing could be seen.

Hi, I don’t know if you even have the same number. It’s been.. a long time. Anyway. I didn’t know who else to reach out to but something is desperately wrong. Beau, this is Felicity—[Y/N]’s sister. She’s missing.

Beau felt his heart start to race in his chest. It was a name he’d seen many times over, but he hadn’t seen her in person for about two and a half years. Quickly he typed a response, his mind racing a mile a minute.

Hi, Felicity. This is Beau I still have the same number. What do you mean she’s missing? How long?

He didn’t know whether or not she’d reply quickly and so he picked the pen back up and tried to focus on the report he’d been writing up before opening that text. Scribbling out a sentence or two before his mind drifted back to the woman he’d tried his best to not call or text for so long.

Two and a half years prior.

“You know darlin’ you don’t have to do all this—I’m alright really.” Beau speaks, looking at the woman who was cleaning up the kitchen area of his tiny apartment. She smiled, her [Y/H/C] hair tied in a messy bun so it wouldn’t get in her way. Right now she was scrubbing the countertops that looked like they hadn’t been washed in weeks. “If I don’t, no one else will.” She replied, without looking back at him. He’d shake his head before taking a step towards the kitchen but he’d be met with her [Y/E/C] eyes narrowed at him. “Didn’t I tell you to stay outta my way, cowboy?” She asked, pointing her finger directly towards him. Both of his hands were throw up in mock innocence. “Maybe I just wanted to give you a kiss huh? It’s not everyday a man’s got a pretty lady all dressed down and yet still lookin’-“ he’d paused his own sentence to whistle lowly. “-so fine.” [Y/N] playfully rolled her eyes before walking over to where the man stood. “You’re not distracting me. I’m getting this done today, so, I don’t know—go out. Get some lunch or somethin’ or y’know.. go for a walk.” She replied, lifting her head to press a soft kiss to his cheek. Immediately after, she turned and went back to the sponge and the cleaner that was on the counter. Gripping the bottle and spraying a bit of the liquid-turning-foam onto the surface of the countertop and beginning to scrub. Beau stood there for a minute dumbfounded, why such a beautiful woman would stand here and clean for someone so.. messy, in every sense of the word. It confused him. It also made him sad, because he knew what it was leading to and what would soon become of this.. situationship. “Arlen stop starin’ at my ass before I start slapping you with the broom. Out!” She said over her shoulder, to which he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m goin’ sweetheart. I’m goin’!” He walked down the hallway towards the bedroom, needing to get dressed before heading out.

Flashback over.

Two more buzzing sounds broke him from the memory, sighing at how life had played out. It was Felicity again. Quickly his eyes looked over the two texts she’d sent to him, his heart sinking.

Oh thank god. I know.. I know things ended kinda badly with you two but the cops here don’t seem to be doing much. She’s been gone for three days and they don’t seem to think it’s anything serious.

Beau her place was trashed. It looked like.. it looked like she tried to fight whoever took her and I’m terrified of what’s happening to my little sister. Clearly you still care.. I know you moved states but if you could call them.. push them into taking this seriously. I don’t want to find my sister as a corpse.

Beau sighed heavily, the last sentence of that text bringing an entire flurry of emotions swirling down on him. It was true, things didn’t end the best between them but that didn’t mean he stopped caring. Actually he’d been checking in on her via the internet for a while. Every three to four months, after the initial six months of ‘separating’ or whatever you’d wanna call it. Suddenly with this reality thrown at him, the gravity of all that went wrong hit him like a ton of bricks. Picking up his cell phone he typed a quick reply, because truthfully.. he wasn’t sure what he could do.

Alright. I’ll make some calls and I’ll try to get back to you later. If it isn’t later I’ll text tomorrow okay? I’m not gonna lie, I don’t know what I’m gonna be able to do—but I’m gonna try.

Arlen locked his phone and placed it back onto his desk. Dragging his palm over his face, he’d felt added tension onto his shoulders. He’d been so deep inside his own head that he didn’t hear Jenny knock. Seeing the look on his face, she stepped in and closed the door—the noise finally making him look up again. “Jenny, hey.” He spoke, trying to play things off but you’d think he’d learn that things weren’t that easy with Jenny Hoyt. “Cut the shit, Arlen. I know you better than that so spare me the cat and mouse game. What’s wrong?” She gazed at him with a stoic expression, crossing her arms and waiting for him to talk. “Jenny, no-“ he tried to speak but she cut him off immediately. “If you tell me nothing I’m gonna shove my boot so far up your ass you’ll taste the dirt from the farm I was just on.” Nothing about her demeanor changed. Sighing, the sheriff knew he’d been beat. “I just got a couple texts from.. someone I haven’t heard from in a while.” He began, hoping she wouldn’t pry but again, he should’ve known better than that. “An ex? Former convict? What is it Beau? You’ve got that pensive look on your face and I know that means something is seriously wrong.” She read him like a book and so he finally just gave in. “An ex’s sister, uh.. she was my first anything after Carla and the divorce. Man, I was fallin’ hard but I knew it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to try and build something when I also still wanted to fix things with Carla. It wasn’t fair to string her feelings along when I was so off the deep end. Being drunk almost every hour of every day. I was a wreck and yet she never judged me. I was difficult but so was she, just in a better way.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair from frustration. “So what happened? Why’d the sister text you?” She asked, leaning against his desk on the side and giving him time to collect his thoughts. “Apparently.. she’s missin’. Three days and the cops ain’t takin’ her sister seriously. She uh.. she said [Y/N]’s place was trashed like she was in a.. fight.” Beau explained, the look of worry extremely evident on his face. “Okay, so the sister wants you to look into it? I mean, I sympathize but if she’s in Texas.. there isn’t much you can do from here.” Jenny voiced the same thing he’d told Felicity in the texts. “I know. I’m gonna.. make a few calls to some old friends. See what information they can give me.” He replied, head hung lowly. “Well.. you know if you need help, Cassie and I, we’ve got your back. We’ll help however we can.” She offered, which he always knew but it was nice to have the reminder. “Thanks. I’ll.. uh, I’ll get back to you on it. Alright?”

Unknown location.

Slowly her eyes opened again, making it clear she’d either fallen asleep or passed out—the distinction impossible to make. Everything around her was still dark—absolutely nothing had changed, the vehicle’s engine still roaring as they moved down what she assumed was the interstate. They seemed to be moving faster than when she’d been awake or conscious last. Where the hell was she being taken? Once more, that ringing and pain in her head came. Testing the waters [Y/N] attempted to move her legs, but found that they too were bound—likely with duct tape just like her arms. It was clear that she was locked in a trunk, being driven somewhere by.. someone. Maybe multiple people. Blinking harshly she was trying to remember what happened, remember how she ended up here. Closing her eyes to try and think back to something, anything other than waking up at random intervals in complete darkness. Over and over she held her eyelids closed, tightly, trying to force herself to remember. Each and every attempt was unsuccessful and this was eating at her—she was growing more and more frustrated with herself. Why couldn’t she just remember? Suddenly the car went over a bump and she did her best to avoid hitting her head on the top part of the trunk. She had no idea how long she’d been in here and maybe what was worse—no idea how long she would be in here. Now she began thinking of her sister. Surely Felicity knew she was gone. [Y/N] had woken up in this total darkness probably three or four times in total, but she had no idea how long she was out each time she slept or lost consciousness. Again she held her eyelids tightly closed, hoping that she could somehow trigger any kind of memory. Silently pleading with herself to think, to remember. Suddenly, only in flashes, she began seeing images of herself inside her apartment. Cooking? It was.. lunch? No. It was.. dammit [Y/N] think. It was breakfast! She’d just gotten up, she didn’t work that day. She tried to envision the date, but it was just a blurry spot in her head. Next image that flashed was her looking outside through the glass of her sliding door. What was she looking at? Despite trying to look out the door, all that she saw was a blur. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t focus on whatever was outside that day. Shifting her attention back to herself, trying to focus on the expression upon her own face. It was unreadable. It wasn’t any kind of joy though, that she knew. Why was she looking outside? As she tried to focus more, everything behind began fading. She was passing out again. Fuck.

Back in Helena.

Beau had somehow made himself focus on finishing up the rest of the paperwork. It took longer than normal, his mind often drifting to either the situation in those text messages or just [Y/N] in general. After the last file was closed he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with air before pushing it back out again. There was so many thoughts swirling inside of his head. Why wouldn’t the cops be taking a disappearance seriously? Especially if her place was trashed. Who would want to take [Y/N]? Had she gotten tied up with some tough crowd? Maybe a boyfriend? Just that thought alone made him uncomfortable. Why did he feel so uncomfortable thinking about her with someone else? It wasn’t exactly a foreign feeling. He’d seen a couple photos of her and a guy on his periodic check-in about a year ago? They were never photos that she posted herself, which he thought was weird. Sighing he picked his phone up from the desk, again putting the passcode in and opening up Facebook first. He’d rarely used any of these sites and that was probably the reason she’d never taken him off of her friends list. Thumb tapped the search bar before both moved across the keyboard to type her name: [Y/N] [L/N]. Clicking and being taken right to your profile. Despite the more serious reasoning as to why he was looking her up, he couldn’t help but to click on the image used for your profile. Beau couldn’t help but smile at the photo when the image was enlarged. He’d taken this photo in his old apartment. He’d been lying down after mixing alcohol, which of course made him sick. Once [Y/N] had arrived at his place, she was immediately in the bed with him. She had sat against his headboard and made him lay between her legs, but he’d chosen to lay sideways with his back on her thigh and her opposing leg over his waist—he didn’t want to be laying in a way where he couldn’t see her face. After a while she figured he’d fallen asleep and so she turned to look out the window. It was sunrise because he’d called her in the middle of the night. It wasn’t the first time, not the last either. There was just.. something about the way she looked in the fresh bits of sunlight and so he took a picture. It was art then, damn sure was now too. Again Jenny had walked in but it was clear he was lost in a memory.

Eventually she needed to break the moment, so she spoke lowly. “Beau..” he looked up at his friend and quickly wiped the tears he didn’t even know had formed from his eyes. “Hey again. You got something?” He asked after clearing his throat. Jenny simply shook her head before closing the door much like she had earlier. Beau’s cloudy green hues looked back down to his phone and this prompted Jenny to come and lean against the side of his desk yet again. “Whatcha lookin’ at?” She inquired, gesturing towards his phone with her head. Again Beau sighed, handing his phone to the blonde. His palm running down his face again while her gaze moved toward the screen, [Y/N]’s picture still up. “This her?” She asked and she didn’t need to specify. “Yup, that’s her.” His response was dry, not because he was annoyed with Jenny but because he was frustrated with a whole lot. So many feelings had been stirred up with those texts earlier and now that he didn’t have something taking up half of his focus.. all he could do was spiral. “You call anyone yet, see what’s going on?” Jenny asked, handing him back his phone. “Not yet. I was just about to look at her page to answer a question I had but.. got stuck.” His voice was quiet. It was hard for Beau to open up about some things and that wasn’t new information to his friends. When telling stories to Jenny, Cassie or others on occasion he’d just say “a lady I was seein’ then” because saying her name was hard. “Something’s bugging you about this.. what’s on your mind?” Jenny knew him well, but Beau wasn’t sure how much he wanted to say right now. “Too many things are buggin’ me Jenny.” He stated plainly, perhaps a little sharply. “Sorry that was harsh. I just.. I’ve been burying these feelings for so long, not wanting to deal with ‘em and now they’re gnawing at me.” Jenny nodded and placed her hand onto Beau’s shoulder. “Well.. just remember you aren’t alone.” She squeezed his shoulder for emphasis before slowly standing upright again. “I’m going to see Cassie, talk over this case she’s dealing with but if you need us.. just text or call.” Jenny offered the lifeline again and Beau simply nodded. She left his office and went on her way as Beau again sighed. Minimizing the photo, his attention moved back to her profile. Scrolling back to where he’d left off the last time.

There was no sign of the guy he’d seen about a year ago, he hadn’t seen him the last time he looked either but she never posted him anyway. It was always a friend. Slowly he scrolled up, trying to see if anything seemed out of place. Beau’s swiping stopped at the last post she’d written which was five days ago. Eyes scanning the status and brows furrowing with worry. Slowly he read it aloud. “Exhausting week, work’s been crazy. I’ve been seeing that red car following me again but the cops say I’m just being paranoid. Who knows, maybe I am? I don’t know anymore. I also don’t know why I’m including this in my FB post. Anyway hope everyone is having a better day than me.” Beau knew the exact reason she included it. He’d always told her if something really felt off, document it somewhere, somehow. “What is going on with you darlin’? Where are you?” He spoke out loud, taking a quick screenshot of the post.

Unknown location.

[Y/N] felt her body jolt forward which caused her to wake up again. It was a harsh jolt and she heard the engine running but they weren’t moving. Something unexpected had caused the vehicle to come to a stop. She could hear muffled talking. It was.. it was difficult to focus again. All she could figure out was that the voices were male. At least two, but maybe three? Hearing any of the words that were being said was impossible. Both because they were muffled by the trunk and because that ringing in her ears was back. [Y/N]’s face contorted in pain, trying to just ride it out and hope it wouldn’t last for long. Maybe a minute or so went by and it finally subsided. Now the voices were yelling and all of a sudden there was a loud POP—was that a gunshot?

Author’s Note: Hello! Sorry this took so long, I needed to just get my head on correctly. I’m gonna add my tag list here, but since this is a Beau fic and not Dean, if you don’t want to be tagged in this series just comment or message and let me know! I hope you guys like it and I’m excited for my first Beau series. 🩷

• —– ٠ tag list: @roseblue373 @mrsjenniferwinchester @stillhere197 @xx-spooky-little-vampire-xx @aylacavebear @just-levyy ✤ ٠ —– • ·

[stargazer-sims]

A-Z Challenge: List your sims in order, trying to complete the alphabet

I was tagged by @someone-elsa - thank you!

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À - Alexander, Anya, Artie, Aubrey, Aidan (a.k.a. Senjirō), Akari

B - Beth-Anne, Brett, Belle, Ben, Bonnie

C - Caroline, Camellia, Clancy, Chance, Charlie, Chloë

D - Davian, Dylan, Derek, Dash, Davey

E - Eden,Evie, Elena, Ellie, Elliot, Emma

F - Félix, Fox, Forest, Felicity, Frankie (x2)

G - Grace, Ginger, George, Grey, Garrett

H - Haru, Hope, Hana, Hennessy

I - Iryna

J - Julian, Junior, Ji-Soo, Ji-Hyun, Jordy, Juliet

K - Kenji, Kinai, Keiko, Kin, Keigo, Kayley, Katie

L - Leo, Laila, Lindsey

M - Mishka, Mike, Mohammad, Maël, Matsu, Mariah, Min-Jae, Midori, Mercy, Maxan

N - Nikolai (x2), Natascha, Nora

O - Olivier

P - Pixie, Peace, Praise

Q -

R - Rei, Ryu, Ryota, Rowan, Rainbow

S - Seiji, Sachiko, Sarah, Stephen (x2), Sebastian, Sofia, Sunny, Sri, Sophie

T - Takahiro, Takashi, Tae, Tatsuhiro

U - Victor’s chihuahua is called Mr. Universe. Does that count?

V - Victor, Vika

W - Willow, Winter

X -

Y - Yuri

Z - Zahir, Zainah, Zira, Zach

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I’m only missing Q, U and X. I think that’s pretty good 😆

I’ll tag @dandylion240 @cawthorntales @changingplumbob @holocene-sims @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants @abbysimsfun @enniewritesathing @igotsnothing @nakasumi-sims … and anyone else who wants to do this!

As always, participation is totally voluntary. Only do it if you feel like it. 😊

[kentinismo]

SFW ALPHABET | Kentin, Corazón de Melón.

warning(s) ! ninguna, una que otra mención sobre relaciones sexuales.

"A" is for Affection (¿Cómo demuestra su afecto?)

— Kentin demuestra su afecto a través de tiempo de calidad y contacto físico. Su principal lenguaje del amor incluye dedicarte todo su tiempo y disfrutar de sesiones de abrazos y besos para expresar cuánto te ama.

"B" is for Best Friend (¿Cómo sería si fueran mejores amigos?)

— En el canon, Kentin inevitablemente se enamora de ti. Su falta de discreción se refleja sus sonrojos ante el mínimo toque o palabra afectuosa. Fuera de eso, como mejores amigos, sería tu confidente, con el deseo de animarte en tus peores momentos y ofrecer confianza eterna.

"C" is for Cuddles (¿Le gusta abrazar?)

— Kentin ama abrazarte, especialmente siendo la cucharita grande. Busca mantener tu calor corporal contra el suyo, rodeando tu cintura como muestra de pertenencia y protección. También, en ocasiones de vulnerabilidad, disfruta acurrucarse en tu pecho mientras te pregunta cuánto lo amas.

"D" is for Domestic (¿Le gustaría una vida doméstica?)

— Siempre se imaginó viviendo contigo y sonreía al pensar en esa fantasía. Está dispuesto a ampliar su conocimiento gastronómico para prepararte las mejores comidas y recibirte con una comida caliente y la casa ordenada si trabajas o estudias.

"E" is for Ending (¿Cómo terminaría su relación?)

— En su primera ruptura, se sintió culpable, pero al reencontrarse, se esforzó por vivir un "felices por siempre". Si tú terminaras la relación, soltaría lágrimas agradeciendo todo lo compartido.

"F" is for Fiancée (¿Cómo se siente respecto al compromiso?)

— En el canon, se casan, ya que siempre quiso pasar toda su vida a tu lado y entrelazar sus vidas eternamente en el matrimonio.

"G" is for Gentle (¿Qué tan gentil es?)

— Kentin te ve como algo sumamente precioso y frágil, siendo delicado en cada acción contigo, incluso en la cama le cuesta ser rudo. Ah, pero con los celos es algo completamente diferente, que hablaremos más adelante;3

"H" is for Hugs (¿Le gusta abrazar?)

— Kentin AMA abrazarte, considerándolo la mejor manera de demostrar afecto y protección. No puede pasar mucho tiempo sin tocarte de alguna manera.

"I" is for I Love You (¿Cuánto tiempo tarda en decir que te ama?)

— Siempre estuvo seguro de amarte y probablemente fue el primero en expresarlo, quizás durante su primera vez contigo.

"J" is for Jealousy (¿Qué tan celoso es?)

— Antes era muy celoso y posesivo, pero después de aprender a manejarlo, controla sus celos. Aún puede ser protector y posesivo ocasionalmente, especialmente frente a otros hombres que coquetean contigo, soltando comentarios posesivos y besándote violentamente en frente de estos.

"K" is for Kisses (¿Cómo besa? ¿Le gustan?)

— A Kentin le encanta besar tiernamente, colmándote de besos húmedos y repitiendo "te amo" al alejarse de tus labios. Disfruta especialmente los besos de mariposa, le dan cosquillas en la piel y vuelve a sentirse como un adolescente enamorado.

"L" is for Little Ones (¿Cómo se lleva con los niños?)

— Aunque no se lleva bien con niños demasiado pequeños, disfruta jugar con los más grandes y ha pensado en tener hijos contigo.

"M" is for Morning (¿Cómo serían tus mañanas con él?)

— Le gusta seguir una rutina matutina, levantarse, desayunar, pasear a los perros y pasar el resto del día contigo.

"N" is for Night (¿Cómo serían tus noches con él?)

— Al igual que las mañanas, Kentin disfruta de una rutina nocturna que incluye cenar, bañarse contigo y acurrucarse en la cama para tener una noche amorosa.

"O" is for Open (¿Qué tan abierto es contigo?)

— Kentin prefiere hablar sobre cosas básicas de su vida, pero cuando se trata de sus sentimientos es más cerrado de lo normal, pero ya que te ve como alguien que merece toda su confianza, habla más fácilmente contigo de esto.

"P" is for Patience (¿Qué tan paciente es contigo?)

— Es increíblemente paciente contigo, conoce todos tus rasgos y su paciencia es casi infinita.

"Q" is for Quizzes (¿Qué tanto recuerda sobre ti?)

— Aunque a veces se le escapan detalles, Kentin intenta recordar todo sobre ti y se esfuerza en retener toda información importante.

"R" is for Remember (¿Cuál es su momento favorito en la relación?)

— Adora todos los momentos contigo, pero si tuviera que elegir uno, sería cuando cepilla tu cabello después de ducharse juntos.

"S" is for Security (¿Qué tan protector es?)

— Kentin te ve como alguien que merece ser protegido, proporcionándote toda la seguridad posible en sus brazos y a su lado.

"T" is for Try (¿Qué tanto esfuerzo pone en las citas?)

— Se esfuerza por hacer que todas las citas sean perfectas y planea todo con anticipación.

"U" is for Ugly (¿Qué malos hábitos tendría?)

— A veces se enfada fácilmente por cosas insignificantes, pero rara vez te culpa, ya que es paciente contigo.

"V" is for Vanity (¿Qué tan inseguro es?)

— Aunque ha mejorado sus inseguridades, aún puede sentir que no te merece completamente en algunas ocasiones en dónde no se siente con la mejor autoestima del mundo.

"W" is for Whole (¿Se sentiría incompleto sin ti?)

— Sí.

"X" is for XTRA (Headcanon extra que le gustaría agregar)

— A Kentin le gusta besar cada cicatriz, marca de nacimiento, lunar o peca que tengas.

"Z" is for Zzz (Hábitos de sueño que tiene)

— Duerme tranquilo, a veces babea un poco y tiene espasmos que pueden asustarte durante la noche. (me dió mucha risa imaginarlo 😭)

[arts-and-drafts]

Someone New - Chapter Two

Read Chapter One HERE / AO3 LINK

CWs: Minor violence (typical of the show)

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Adrien noticed pretty quickly that Ladybug was acting very different with this version of him.

She stuttered over herself, her body language nervous and fidgety. Adrien almost sent her falling off a roof when Catwalker called her ‘honey’, picked up once again from Felicity, in lieu of ‘my lady’.

That, and Ladybug was so… blushy , in a way Adrien had never seen before.

Was it that jarring, working with someone other than Chat Noir? It made Adrien feel a bit smug, that Ladybug was so off her game without the him that she was used to, a small modicum of satisfaction that he selfishly squirreled away deep in his mind.

“C-Catwalker, um-!” Ladybug called after her, hastily landing on the rooftop when she paused. “What—where, um, I mean—“

Ladybug was red again, pulling on the string of her yo-yo in a nervous fidget. “How did Plagg find you?”

Catwalker blinked. Ah, damn, she’d have to make up a story…

“Isn’t it against the rules to share any personal details, Ladybug?” She opted to ask back, smirking a little. She couldn’t resist teasing her lady, in this nervous state she’d never seen before.

Ladybug turned even redder. “It is!! It absolutely is, I just-!” She cleared her throat.

“I-I’ve just never seen someone like you before, that’s all,” Ladybug said, wincing at herself. Catwalker huffed a small but real laugh.

“Like me?” She tilted her head, her expression playful, and that sent Ladybug stammering again.

“N-nevermind, just forget it-!” Ladybug threw her yo-yo and launched away in the blink of an eye, leaving Catwalker to follow with her line of sight.

Adrien felt a strange feeling in his chest, as Catwalker raced to catch up. For some reason…he liked hearing that.

Someone like you. 

-

Their time “getting to know each other”—a moot point, since Adrien already knew Ladybug, but he had to play along—was cut short by an earthquake that shook the roof they were standing on.

Catwalker grabbed onto Ladybug to keep her steady on complete instinct, and Ladybug’s breath caught.

“Akuma?” Catwalker asked, her eyes and ears swiveling around to catch sight of evidence of Hawkmoth. Ladybug stuttered.

“H-huh? Oh, oh, yes! An akuma!” Ladybug shook her head, and for the first time since Catwalker met her, she looked like that confident superhero Adrien knew.

“Come on!”

Catwalker leapt after Ladybug, keeping up with her as she swung through the Parisian streets towards—well, presumably the source of all this, though Adrien still had no idea how Ladybug managed to find the villain of the week so quickly like that.

They rounded the corner of the Montparnasse area, to see a giant akuma of a black cat toy using the Tour Montparnasse as a scratching post. Ladybug gasped in horror.

“No, Chat Noir, stop!” Ladybug cried as they came closer, startling Catwalker. “This is ridiculous!”

“You think that’s Chat Noir?” Catwalker asked, failing to keep the incredulousness out of her tone as the two of them dodged a swipe from the akuma cat’s giant claws, sprinting away from the beast.

“Of course it’s Chat Noir!” Ladybug replied, her eyes wide and distressed. “He must’ve been akumatized because he regrets having given up his Miraculous!”

Catwalker hesitated as she ran, glancing to meet Ladybug’s eyes.

“What if it’s not Chat Noir?” She posited, as vaguely as she could without outright telling Ladybug that she knew for a fact the akuma wasn’t her ‘old’ partner.

“Leave this to me, Catwalker,” Ladybug commanded, that determined look on her face that made Adrien fall in love over and over. “I know him really well.”

The akuma then smacked Ladybug into the Tour Montparnasse hard enough to crack the glass in a radius, and Catwalker gasped. “Ladybug!” 

The cat akuma slammed a massive paw down on Ladybug, pinning her to the skyscraper. Ladybug only barely managed to catch the akuma’s massive claws before they tore into her, though she was obviously struggling with the akuma’s size and strength.

“I’m sorry, Chat Noir!” Ladybug cried, her expression tight and distressed as her arms shook from trying to hold the akuma back. “I didn’t realize how broken-hearted you were over this!”

The akuma, predictably, didn’t react to Ladybug’s pleading. Catwalker leapt for her lady, slamming into her and getting her out of the way right before the akuma’s other paw crushed her.

Catwalker managed to roll both of them behind a column and out of sight of the akuma, holding Ladybug to her chest as she watched the akuma run off in the opposite direction to search for them.

Catwalker breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to Ladybug, who had gone very red again. “If that was Chat Noir, don’t you think he’d talk to you?”

Ladybug seemed to shake her head, like she was trying to refocus.

“I-it's true, he usually does talk a lot more—he must be really upset that I found someone to take his place!” Ladybug fretted, her hands holding her face in distress. Catwalker tried very hard not to let her expression fall into a deadpan look.

She instead peered around the column again to watch the akuma, which was idly scratching its ear now that it had nobody to chase. Her eyes were pulled to a slot on the akuma’s back.

“With that slot on his back, he looks more like a piggy bank, don’t you think?” She pointed out, and Ladybug started running back towards the giant akuma.

“You’ll see when we de-akumatize him!” She called as she ran. “Cataclysm his bell, I’m sure that’s where the akuma is!”

“Hang on!” Catwalker called in a panic, sprinting after Ladybug. “Ladybug, what if that’s a sentimonster? If I use my power on him, he’ll lose control and become more dangerous!”

Ladybug gasped and skidded to a stop. “You’re right! Wow, Plagg took his job as a coach seriously-”

She then shook her head. “But trust me, I know Chat Noir-”

Catwalker sighed and rolled her eyes. They didn’t have time to argue about this! 

She sprinted towards the giant akuma, even though Ladybug called after her in a panic. “H-hey, what are you doing?!”

“Here, kitty-kitty!” Catwalker called, leaping up to run along the edge of a rooftop in the akuma’s line of sight. “Meow-meow, kitty!”

The akuma yowled and leapt after her, but she was just fast enough to stay ahead of the beast while she looked around for-

There! 

Catwalker leapt off a roof and landed in a roll on a patch of grass in one of Paris’ parks, looking it over. This would work. 

“Meow, meow, meow!” Catwalker called, as the giant akuma thundered into view. “Pspspsps, that’s right, come here~!”

The akuma pounced into the park and reeled back to slam a paw down on Catwalker, but paused when it noticed her purring and miming eating the grass. “Mmm, smells good!”

Just as Catwalker hoped, the akuma paused, before it started to eat giant clumps of the grass. Catwalker got back to her feet and backed away, until she could leap up to the rooftop Ladybug landed on.

“What’s he doing?” Ladybug asked confusedly, watching the akuma with pinched brows.

“Cats sometimes eat grass. It helps them spit up hairballs,” Catwalker answered, forgetting that most ‘normal’ people probably didn’t know in-depth trivia about cats like she did. Thankfully, though, Ladybug didn’t seem to pick up on that oddity.

“Chat Noir loves acting like a clown, but he wouldn’t go as far as to eat real grass!” Ladybug commented, wrinkling her nose. Catwalker winced, feeling both a little hurt and a little offended.

“I agree, honey.” She said smoothly, covering her reaction. “But we don’t know for sure if that’s a sentimonster or someone who’s been akumatized. We shouldn’t make any rash decisions.”

Catwalker watched as the giant akuma hacked a few times, and then ran off again, acting every part like an actual cat. “Let’s wait until we find out more, hm?”

Ladybug’s expression shifted to be crestfallen, and Catwalker hurriedly backpedaled.

“ If that’s alright with you, of course. You’re the Guardian, you know best,” Catwalker smiled at Ladybug, but that only seemed to make her lady more despairing.

“You were right from the start, of course that’s not Chat Noir!” Ladybug scowled at her hands.

“It’s understandable why you’d think that, my—honey,” Catwalker said, softer, nearly slipping up again in the face of her lady’s distress. Ladybug shook her head and threw her arms out in front of her.

“Yeah, but, hello! I just confused my former partner with a giant piggy bank! I didn’t see that he was hurt, and I couldn’t stop him from leaving, either!” Ladybug hung her head and closed her eyes. “I must be the worst Guardian ever-” 

“Stop,” Catwalker said, firmly, placing her hand on Ladybug’s shoulder and squeezing it. “I won’t have you talk about yourself that way, Ladybug.”

Ladybug’s breath caught, and she opened her eyes to look at Catwalker with a miserable expression. Catwalker met her eyes sternly, channeling that confidence and security in herself to keep up her character.

“You are the best hero this city has,” Catwalker said firmly, speaking from the heart. “And you’re allowed to make mistakes. Okay?”

She stood up, offering her hand to Ladybug. “Let’s just focus on fixing this. Just like you always do.” Her expression softened, and she winked down at Ladybug.

Her lady stared up at her, her blue eyes wide and cheeks flushed. God, she was so beautiful. 

Catwalker shook the thought from her mind. This wasn’t about her feelings for Ladybug. That’s what got her in this situation to begin with.

Ladybug slowly accepted Catwalker’s hand, and she pulled her lady to her feet.

“U-uh…thanks,” Ladybug stammered, and Catwalker smiled.

“Don’t thank me, honey. Just doing my job as a partner to the best Guardian around.” Catwalker extended her other arm out towards the akuma, who was currently playing with the Roue de Paris like a giant hamster-ball toy. “Now, shall we?”

Ladybug smiled back, that determined glint back in her eye as they turned to the akuma wreaking havoc on Paris.

The two of them jumped towards the giant cat, who yowled and leapt for them as soon as it saw them, Catwalker and Ladybug splitting to avoid a blow from the akuma’s giant paw.

Ladybug threw her yo-yo to wrap around the akuma’s leg, but it just snarled and threw its paw back, sending Ladybug flying with a yelp. Catwalker grit her teeth and narrowed her eyes at the akuma, before noticing it had gotten distracted with emergency response helicopters that appeared to distract the akuma and help out their heroes.

Catwalker grinned, darting over to the distracted akuma and leaping up its massive body to snatch Ladybug’s yo-yo back where it hung off the cat’s leg. “Gotcha!”

She landed into a roll, effortlessly springing to her feet and dashing over to meet Ladybug from where she’d been tossed. “Here you are, honey.”

“T-thanks,” Ladybug stammered, accepting her yo-yo from Catwalker with a red face under her mask. “U-um—for charming—I mean-!”

“...Lucky Charm?” Catwalker guided, amused at the sight of Ladybug so nervous, though it concerned her a bit. Did Ladybug hit her head when she was tossed by the akuma?

“What?” Ladybug blinked up at Catwalker. Catwalker blinked back.

“Your…yo-yo?” She said, “For your Lucky Charm?”

“O-oh! Yes!” Ladybug nervously laughed. “Right!”

Ladybug tossed her yo-yo up in the air, the magical tool spinning in a mesmerizing dance of pink and red light. “Lucky Charm!” 

Her magic ladybugs materialized into a giant cloth that fell into her hands, and Ladybug got that analytical look in her eye that Adrien knew so well. “A parachute?”

Ladybug looked up, her brows furrowing as she took stock of her surroundings with this clue. Adrien loved when she did this—he could only dream of what went on in her beautiful mind.

Ladybug looked at Catwalker, then down at the parachute, and then at the giant cat akuma. Her eyes widened.

“Grass,” Ladybug mumbled under her breath. “I know what to do! Keep the kitty distracted until I get back!”

Catwalker grinned, nodding to Ladybug and splitting off from her right as the giant akuma got dangerously close to swatting one of the helping helicopters out of the night sky. Catwalker waved her arms to tell the helicopters to back up.

“Here, kitty~! Let’s have a little catfight, huh?” Catwalker sharply grinned, and she skidded on her heel as the akuma yowled and took off after her.

Catwalker was chased all over Paris, always a step ahead of the akuma-

Until she wasn’t.

She yelled as the akuma got a lucky shot on her when she turned a corner too narrowly, smacking her into a brick wall and dazing her for a few precious seconds.

The akuma took the opportunity, cornering Catwalker and raising its massive paw to bring it down on her-

And then the akuma’s attention was pulled by a sharp shot of a yo-yo smacking into the side of its head, the beast snapping its head towards the offender with a growl.

“Hey, kitty-kitty! Why don’t you take a snack break?!” Ladybug’s strong voice shouted, and Catwalker watched as her lady leapt into the air, swinging the parachute around, now full of something Catwalker couldn’t quite make out, and heaving it into the akuma’s mouth.

It was a direct shot, and the akuma swallowed the entire bundle, stumbling back and hacking as Ladybug landed beside her fallen partner to help Catwalker to her feet.

Catwalker gratefully accepted the help, wincing a little as the akuma finally coughed up the parachute, a load of cut grass, and a small child clinging to a piggy bank.

Ladybug gasped, and her and Catwalker sprinted to the kid.

“Could you please give me your piggy bank?” Ladybug asked gently, crouching down and holding out her hand. The child shied away from her, a scowl on her small face.

“No way!” She gripped the lucky-cat themed piggy bank tighter. “All the money I saved up to buy kitty toys for my cat is in here!”

Ladybug blinked and looked at the giant cat akuma/sentimonster, which looked a little sick. “Um… him?” 

The poor kid looked about to cry. “No, my cat’s ran away.” The girl sniffled. “So Shadow Moth promised he’d give me the biggest kitty in the world to replace him, but this cat is mean!” 

She started to hiccup through her words. “I want my kitty cat!”

Catwalker’s heart hurt for the poor kid, so she stepped back to look around while Ladybug consoled the girl, her ears pricking for any sound of a cat.

She leapt on top of a rooftop to better scope out the alleyways, her ear twisting when she heard the sound of a small mew.

Catwalker smiled as she saw a little black kitten with green eyes, a red collar, and a golden bell, just like the sentimonster, warily wandering the Parisian streets. She gracefully dropped down behind the kitten, crouching and offering her hand. “Pspsps, c’mere, little guy…”

Thankfully, the kitten seemed to like people, so with a ‘mrrp!’ and a friendly lift of the tail, he frolicked over and rubbed his head against Catwalker’s knuckles.

“Aww,” Catwalker cooed, smiling softly. “You’re a good kitty…come on, your girl misses you.”

The kitten didn’t protest as Catwalker scooped him up, just in time for Ladybug’s magic ladybugs to explode across the night sky, reversing all of the sentimonster’s damage. Catwalker smiled, and quickly leapt away to reconvene with her lady and the poor girl, keeping the kitten safe against her chest.

She easily landed a few feet away from Ladybug and the little girl, and the kid lit up like a lightbulb when she saw her kitten in Catwalker’s hold.

“My kitten!!” The girl cried, sprinting towards Catwalker, who smiled and easily let the girl scoop the kitten out of her arms and hug him.

Catwalker watched the girl play with her precious pet with a soft heart, looking at Ladybug as she came closer.

“You did good, honey.” Catwalker praised, and Ladybug smiled, her cheeks going that pretty red again. “So did you.”

“Shall we?” Catwalker offered her hand to the little girl, who kissed her kitten on the head and then nodded, giving a sleepy yawn.

“Come on, sweetheart. We’ll get you home.” Catwalker picked the little girl and her kitten up with ease, though she paused when Ladybug’s earrings beeped in warning of her detransformation.

“Oh, uh-” A brief look of panic crossed Ladybug’s face, but Catwalker just waved her hand.

“Go on,” She said easily. “I’ll get her home. Until next time?”

She held out her fist for a fistbump before she could remember not to, but thankfully Ladybug didn’t seem to find that suspicious, shyly returning the gesture.

“Until next time. Thank you, Catwalker,” Ladybug said, genuinely, and Catwalker smiled.

“Anything for you.”

[gracec252]

Please read: Baby name lists just from google put into one post don't judge need a way to compact this into a document before changing computer I put so much work into this I need it saved                                                            

A

Aries 

Aylee 

Annie 

Addelyn 

Alexa 

Aspen 

Ainsley

Adelaide

Amberlyn 

Ariella 

Ava 

Ameilia 

Adley 

Alabama

Alma 

April 

Abby/Abigail 

Ally/Allison 

Ambree 

Aurelia 

Aurora 

Alana 

Addison 

Arizona 

Audrey 

Alyssa

Atlanta 

Alexandria 

Ambrose

Athena 

Anastassia 

Alice  

A 

Andrew

Alec 

Axel 

Asher 

Arlo

Atlas 

Arrow 

Alfie 

Atticus 

Archer 

Ace 

Alexander

Austin 

Abel 

Augustine 

Avi

Atlas

Ason 

A

Avery 

Andie 

Ash

August 

Atlas 

Aero

Aj

Area 

Adventure

Ackley 

Aster

Apollo 

B

Brigette 

Bonnie 

Bea 

Bexley 

Bailee 

Bristol 

Betty 

Bay 

Billie 

Blair 

Brixton 

Brynn 

Berlin 

Beverly 

Bloom 

Brighton

Britain 

Beatice 

Brooklyn 

Brinley

Brexley

B

Brandon 

Beck 

Beckett 

Baker

Brody 

Brooke 

Brett 

Bryce 

Benj

Bennet 

Braxton 

Bradley 

Bracken 

Bryson 

Bowen 

Braydon 

Bruno 

Bryson 

Bennett

B

Blake 

Bishop 

Bailey 

Bentley 

Bellamy 

Blaize 

Boston 

Brogan 

Brantley 

Brixton 

C 

Carolyn 

Cynthina 

Cora

Cece

Candace 

Constance 

Clara 

Cameriegh 

Camrie 

Chole 

Callie 

Cecily 

Charlotte 

Cassie 

Clover 

Cordelia 

Cheyenne 

Clementine 

Cecelia 

Celeste

Chastity 

Cleo 

Calla 

Cassia 

Calliope 

Caroline 

Carolina

Cheyenne

Charlotte 

C

Collin 

Charles 

Connor 

Colton 

Callan 

Cash 

Colt 

Cole 

Callum 

Chase

Cohen 

Cooper

Corbin 

Cullen 

Caesar 

Colson 

Crew 

Chase 

Cooper  

Cash 

Castor 

Clay/Clayton 

C 

Camden 

Carter

Caden 

Carlan 

Camryn 

Carson 

Chandler

Channing 

Cory 

Callahan

Cadence 

Corbin 

D 

Della 

Daphne 

Demi 

Dana 

December 

Davina 

Daisy 

Dalaney 

D

Daniel 

Dean 

Delcan  

Diesel 

Derek 

Deaco

Damon 

Dain 

Dalen 

Dani 

Deven

Dakota 

Denver 

Drew

Dagen 

E

Evie 

Evelyn

Everlee 

Ella 

Emmy 

Esme 

Emily 

Eden 

Eleanor 

Ellie 

Ellis 

Elise 

Edith 

Eve 

Ensley 

Elizabeth 

Edith 

Emma 

Eliza 

Ericka 

Erina 

Emerald 

Emely

Eloise

E

Erza

Eric 

Evan 

Emory

Edison 

Elijah 

Edward 

Eaton 

Elian 

E

Everett 

Elliot 

Eston 

Ember 

Emmett 

Ellison 

F

Faith 

Flora 

Fern 

Felicity 

Florence 

Faye 

Fiona 

F

Freddie 

Finn

Finch 

Fox 

Forrest 

Foster

Falcon 

Ford 

Felix 

F

Frankie 

Fenton 

Finley 

Flynn

G

Gwen 

Gabby 

Georgie 

Georgia 

Gemma 

German 

Gianna 

Ginger 

Glory 

Grace 

Gia 

G 

Gabe 

Grey 

Graham 

Gale 

Gavin 

Grant 

Gannon 

Gunner

G 

Gabriel 

Greyson 

Grey

H

Harmony 

Hazel

Honnor 

Haelynn 

Haven 

Heidi 

Hollis 

Hannah 

Hadley 

Haeley

Hannah 

Helena 

Harriet

H 

Hugo 

Harris 

Harry 

Hayden 

Holt 

Hunter

Hamilton 

Holden 

H 

Holland 

Harlem 

Hudson 

Hal 

Harley 

Hartley 

Haslett

Huntley 

Hurley 

Huston 

Hunter

Hollow 

Huxley

I

Isla 

Ivy 

Indigo 

Iris 

Ivory 

Ida

Izzy 

Isabella 

Indie 

I 

Ian 

Israel

I 

J

Jane 

Joan 

June 

Jacy 

Juniper 

Joise 

Jenna 

Jade 

Juliet 

Jaclyn 

Josephine 

Judith

J 

Jack

Jaxs

Joseph 

James 

Justin 

Jacob 

Jasper 

Julius 

Jackson 

Jonas 

Jalen 

Joel 

Jonah 

Judson 

Jayden 

Jagger 

Jett

J

Jamson 

Jamie 

Jo

Jude 

K

Kathleen 

Kennedy 

Kynzlee

Kaylee 

Kora

Kamila 

Kamie 

Kailani 

Kira

Karmen 

Kimber 

Kate 

Kada

Kapri

Kaizlee

Kenley 

Kayte

Kingsley 

Kaelyn 

Kenna 

Kacie 

Kelsey 

Kinsley 

Kiwesten 

Kaleah 

K 

Kane 

Koa 

Kingston 

Kole

Kaleeb 

Kale 

Kash 

Kalvin 

Karlton 

King 

Keon 

Kruz

Kyler

K 

Kai

Kohen 

Kameron 

Karter 

Kasey 

Kassidy

Kendall 

Kody 

Korbyn 

Karson 

Knox 

Krew

L 

Lauren 

Lily 

Laken 

Lana 

Layla 

Lane 

Lia 

Lila 

London 

Leighton 

Lacy 

Lettie

Lydia 

Lilac

Layne 

Libra

Lexie 

Lena 

L 

Louis 

Lee 

Leo 

Laim 

Lucah 

Levi 

Lux 

Ledger 

Lincoln 

Lathan 

Landon 

L

Leighton 

Lyric 

M

Mars 

Mary 

Mabel 

Marie

Mae

Marlow 

Maeve 

Maddison 

Molly 

Mila 

Maisie 

Madeline 

Margaret 

Miley 

Meredith 

Mia 

Marigold 

Mariana 

Marlow 

Mayven 

Macy 

Maelie 

Magnolia 

Madalyn 

Marley 

Meadow 

Mel 

Meilani 

Maggie 

M

Milo 

Maverick 

Miles 

Mathis  

Mateo 

Matthew

Madden 

Malakai

Maddox 

M 

Memphis 

Micah

Morgan 

Mason 

Max

Maxton 

N 

Nova 

Navy 

Norah 

Naomi

Natalia 

N 

Noah 

Nico

Nash 

Nathan 

Nolan 

Niles 

N 

Noel 

O 

Olive 

Oliva 

Oaklee 

Opal 

Ophelia 

O 

Oscar 

Oliver 

Otis 

Owen 

O 

Ocean

Oak 

P

Penelope 

Phoebe 

Poppy

Persephone 

Peggy 

Paige 

Paisley 

Piper 

Pearl 

Penny 

Paris 

Presley 

P

Palmer 

 Porter 

P 

Phoenix 

Parker 

Paxton 

Pierce 

Q

Quinn 

Q

Q

R

Remy 

Ruth 

Ranye

Raelle

Rosie 

Raylee 

Roselind

Ruby 

Rilynn

Reese

Riya 

Rainney 

Rae-lynn 

Rain 

Reagan 

Renee

Raven

Rose

Ruth 

R

Rhett

Reid 

Rayson

Romen 

Rylan 

R

River 

Rory 

Rowen 

Ryder

Ryker 

Romeo 

Rio

Rome 

Reef

Ryland 

Royal

Raiden

S

Stella

Space

Sadie 

Sutton 

Soren

Seattle 

Scotlynn 

Story 

Sage 

Sapphire 

Savannah 

Shiloh 

Skye

September 

Sual 

Sophia 

Scarlett 

Stephine 

Sabrina 

S 

Stephen 

Sillas

Sebastian 

Sawyer 

Spencer 

Shawn 

S

Skyler 

Samson

Shai 

Saylor 

Salem 

Scout 

Storm 

Saint 

Stellan 

Sparrow 

Sloan 

Shane 

T

Tia 

Tayliee

Thalia 

Teagan 

Tallulah 

Tinsley 

Tara

T

Thomas 

Theo 

Toby 

Tanner 

T

Tate 

Taylor 

Tatum 

Timber 

Throne 

Tristan 

U

U

U

V

Victoria 

Vanessa

Violet 

V

Victor 

V

Vale 

W

Willow 

Willa 

Whitney 

W

Wyatt

Wilder 

Winston 

Waylon 

Weston 

Wesley

W

Wren 

Westlynn

X

Xena 

X

X

Z 

Zoey 

Zelda

Z

Zain 

Zayden 

[gulliblelemon]

WIP word game

rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

I was tagged by @almostlake with the word BREATH and by @grapehyasynth with the word CRISP.

All these are from the thing I'm currently working on, which is a selection of a few missing scene from a previously published fic of mine, all from Felice's POV.

B - Back then, she’d had no idea she could experience the sort of happiness she’d found in the last few years, and she would be forever grateful for having had the opportunity to make her way into Wille’s life, even if it had been in an unconventional way.

R - Radiant and beautiful. “There,” he said. “All done.”

E - Emitting a small whimper, she fumbled for her phone, but it was already ringing: Wille.

A - And she knew from his tone of voice that it was breaking his heart as much as hers.

T - Turning back to her with an incredulous look on his face he just said, “I get it now.”

H - He quickly closed the distance that he’d opened up between them and cupped her face in his hands.

C - Carefully, he carried two steaming mugs and slid one over to her, groaning slightly as he hoisted himself onto the stool beside her.

R - [no new ‘R’s so I’ll have to use a previous one]. Resisting the urge to bundle him into a hug, she just made a sympathetic humming noise.

I - “I don’t want to be responsible for ruining your makeup before you’re even in there.”

S - She knew the answer before he said it, but it didn’t stop her wanting it any less.

P -“Plus” - he righted her again, skimming his hands down the back of her dress and back up to her arms - “Wille would eviscerate me if I tried.”

I feel like most people have been tagged in this game several times over. But if you're reading all these feeling like you've been missed. Please (please!) join in with the word WHIST (I love reading these from other people so I'd love it if you did!).

[domtheforestgnome]

Young Royals Names Meanings

So I am watching a show in portugese now and I heard the word that sounded like "Felice" but it wasn't used as a name. So it coused me to look for meanings of characters names in Young Royals (bc II haven't been over it since I watched it for the first time last year). So here's the post with some interesting facts about names of our (more or less) loved people :O

W I L H E L M

From german language Wilhelm literally means "resolute protector". German “willio” means will/desire and “helm” means protection/helmet.

S I M O N

Simon is a name of Hebrew and Greek origins. It means “to hear, be heard” and “reputation.” This Biblical name belonged to one of the 12 Apostles in Christianity known as Simon Peter. S A R A

In Hebrew Sara means "princess" or "noblewoman". It is a variation of Sarah, the name given to Abraham's wife in the Bible - forefather of Jews.

A U G U S T

August is a name of Latin origin. It means “to increase” and “great”. Coming from the name Augustus that means “exalted” and “venerable”. It was first associated with the Roman emperor Augustus Octavian.

F E L I C E

Felice is a gender-neutral name most commonly used in Italy. An alternative form of the Roman name Felix. It means "lucky," "happy", "fortunate," or "successful" in Latin translations. 

E R I K

Erik is a name of Standinavian origin. It means "always ruler" or "eternal ruler" or "sole ruler".

Interesting, right? Thank you for listening to my ted talk

[cjzizes]

I figured as much, but considering I am redoing my house right now, doing a blog is a bit of effort. If you want to redo my blog, by all means feel free to I’ll give you the login information myself I didn’t name him neighbours cat , but yeah, it’s from the lion the witch and the wardrobe. He’s a good cat always on the hunt for something. I woke up one time and there was a bunch of leaves on my front porch and they were all from him. He’s a good cat he makes me wanna get a cat, but I’m much more of a dog guy.. How about you, you into dogs or cats more?

Caleb! There's a whole world of theme selections to pick! Your blog is basically a canvas. Like, okay, you know how when we grew up, we decorated our rooms with posters and magazine cutouts, things like that? You can do that with your blog! The painting is much cleaner online than in real life. I got more paint on me than on my walls. I did! I found a couple vases and an old lamp. I need to clean and do minor repairs, but they'll be as good as new ones once I'm finished. Mr. Thumus is on the hunt! That kitty is a cutie. Did you get the name from The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe?

[littlebvtterfly]

World Building Wednesday for Vanessa? <3

Thank you, @rose-of-oz! Gonna tag my OUAT friends @dancingsunflowers-ocs and @witchofinterest!

B A S I C S

full name: Vanessa Rose Mills

gender: Female

sexuality: Lesbian

pronouns: She/Her

O T H E R S

family: Zelena Mills (Mother), Cora Mills (Maternal Grandmother, deceased), Regina Mills (Maternal Aunt), Robin Mills (Half-Sister), Henry Mills (Adoptive Cousin), Snow White (Step-Cousin)

birthplace: Oz

job: Art teacher

phobias: being abandoned, being forgotten

guilty pleasures: tagging, using magic, Hallmark movies

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: True Neutral

sins: lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues: chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert:

organized/disorganized:

close-minded/open-minded:

calm/anxious:

disagreeable/agreeable:

cautious/reckless:

patient/impatient:

outspoken/reserved:

leader/follower:

empathetic/unemphatic:

optimistic/pessimistic:

traditional/modern:

hard-working/lazy:

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Vanessa x Felicity

ot3: Vanessa x Felicity x Carmen

brotp: Vanessa x Carmen, Vanessa x Renee, Vanessa x Caspar

notp: I can't really think of any

[a-man-for-hire-and-his-archives]

Australian author Chris Hammer's best-selling crime novel comes to life in new Stan series Scrublands

Chris Hammer's best-selling and award-winning novel Scrublands is being turned into a television series.

The crime drama has been adapted into the Stan Original Series of the same name, and premieres in November on the streaming service site.

Scrublands stars Luke Arnold (Black Sails, Never Tear Us Apart: The Untold Story of INXS), Bella Heathcote (C*A*U*G*H*T, Relic) and Jay Ryan (It Chapter Two, Top of the Lake).

Arnold, Heathcote and Ryan were cast as leads for the series in February. 

The cast also includes Robert Taylor (The Newsreader), Adam Zwar (Squinters), Zane Ciarma (Neighbours), Victoria Thaine (Nowhere Boys), Stacy Clausen (True Spirit), Genevieve Morris (Stan Original Series No Activity) and newcomer Ella Ferris. 

Chris Hammer's best-selling and award-winning novel, Scrublands, is being turned into a television series. Starring Luke Arnold (pictured)

The series is set in the isolated and struggling country town of Riversend in regional Victoria, where young priest Byron Swift — played by Ryan — kills five of his parishioners.

A year passes and investigative journalist Martin Scarsden (Arnold) arrives in the town to write a feature story on the anniversary of the tragedy. 

But Martin discovers locals are still deeply scarred from the event and have grown hostile to journalists — local bookstore owner Mandy Bond (Heathcote), Constable Robbie Haus-Jones (Zwar) and widow of one of the massacre victims, Fran Landers (Thaine) give him the cold shoulder.

A year passes, and investigative journalist Martin Scarsden (Luke Arnold, left) arrives in the town to write a feature story on the anniversary of the tragedy. Pictured with Adam Zwar, who plays Constable Robbie Haus-Jones

When Martin’s investigative instincts kick in and he digs beneath the surface, the previously accepted narrative begins to fall apart and he finds himself in a life and death race to uncover the truth.

Scrublands is directed by Greg McLean and written by Felicity Packard, Kelsey Munro and Jock Serong.

The series is adapted from Hammer's award-winning novel that was published in 2018.

The production marks the second co-commission between 9Network and Stan following the Stan Original Series Bali 2002 — based on the nightclub terror attack that killed 88 Australians.

The Stan Original Series Scrublands premieres November 16, all episodes at once and only on Stan.

Source: Daily Mail UK

[maya-matlin]

From any fandoms, pick 3 of your favorite ships from each letter of the alphabet (based on their ship name) ex: A:(three ships) B: (three ships) and so on. If there’s only one that exists per letter that’s okay too! 😊

Uh.. I'll try! I can't promise anything for some of these letters.

A:

1.) Adam & Becky (Degrassi)

2.) Angel & Cordelia (Angel)

3.) Alex & Marissa (The OC)

B:

1.) Betty & Jughead (Riverdale)

2.) Brooke & Lucas (One Tree Hill)

3.) Brittany & Santana (Glee)

C:

1.) Chandler & Monica (Friends)

2.) Cory & Topanga (Boy Meets World)

3.) Craig & Ashley (Degrassi)

D:

1.) Drew & Bianca (Degrassi)

2.) Dan & Blair (Gossip Girl)

3.) Dawson & Jen (Dawson's Creek)

E:

1.) Ephram & Amy (Everwood)

2.) Elizabeth & Jason (General Hospital)

3.) Emily & Naomi (Skins)

F:

1.) Fred & Gunn (Angel)

2.) Faith & Buffy (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

3.) Felicity & Noel (Felicity)

G:

1.) Graham & Megan (But I'm a Cheerleader)

2.) Georgia & Joe (Ginny & Georgia)

3.) Ginny & Marcus (Ginny & Georgia)

H:

1.) Holly J & Sav (Degrassi)

2.) Hannah & Bright (Everwood)

3.) Henry & Alex (Red, White and Royal Blue)

I:

1.) Isak & Even (Skam)

2.) Iris & Miles (The Holiday)

3.) Isabel & Kyle (Roswell)

J:

1.) Jay & Manny (Degrassi)

2.) Joey & Caitlin (Degrassi)

3.) JT & Liberty (Degrassi)

K:

1.) KC & Clare (Degrassi)

2.) Kirsten & Sandy (The OC)

3.) Karma & Amy (Faking It)

L:

1.) Luke & Lorelai (Gilmore Girls)

2.) Logan & Veronica (Veronica Mars)

3.) Leo & Piper (Charmed)

M:

1.) Michael & Maria (Roswell)

2.) Marshall & Lily (How I Met Your Mother)

3.) Mike & Phoebe (Friends)

N:

1.) Nathan & Haley (One Tree Hill)

2.) Nancy & Steve (Stranger Things)

3.) Noah & Allie (The Notebook)

O:

P:

1.) Pacey & Joey (Dawson's Creek)

2.) Pacey & Andie (Dawson's Creek)

3.) Patrick & Kat (10 Things I Hate About You)

Q:

1.) Quinn & Santana (Glee)

2.) Quinn & Logan (Zoey 101)

R:

1.) Ron & Hermione (Harry Potter)

2.) Ricky & Gina (High School Musical: The Musical: The Series)

3.) Riley & Maya (Girl Meets World)

S:

1.) Sean & Ellie (Degrassi)

2.) Shawn & Angela (Boy Meets World)

3.) Sam & Mercedes (Glee)

T:

1.) Tiny & Shay (Degrassi)

2.) Tristan & Miles (Degrassi)

3.) TJ & Cyrus (Andi Mack)

U:

V:

1.) Victor & Tea (One Life to Live)

2.) Veronica & Cheryl (Riverdale)

3.) Veronica & Betty (Riverdale)

W:

1.) Willow & Tara (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

2.) Waverly & Smash (Friday Night Lights)

X:

1.) Xander & Sarah (Days of Our Lives)

2.) Xander & Anya (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Y:

1.) Yousef & Yana (Skam)

Z:

1.) Zig & Maya (Degrassi)

2.) Zoe & Grace (Degrassi)

3.) Zane & Riley (Degrassi)

[occasional-ghost]

WBW + Felicity

world building wednesday

send me the name of a character, and i’ll reply with:

B A S I C S

full name: Felicity Janet Cohen

gender: cis-female

sexuality: pansexual, also identifies as polyamorous

pronouns: she/her

O T H E R S

family: Flora Cohen (mother), Claire Cohen (mother)

birthplace: Brooklyn, New York

job: Florist

phobias: n/a (I’m sure there’s something but head empty)

guilty pleasures: bad horror movies

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: True Neutral

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert:

organized/disorganized:

close minded/open-minded:

calm/anxious:

disagreeable/agreeable:

cautious/reckless:

patient/impatient:

outspoken/reserved:

leader/follower:

empathetic/unemphatic:

optimistic/pessimistic:

traditional/modern:

hard-working/lazy:

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Felicity/Blair Waldorf/Dan Humphrey

ot3: Felicity/Blair Waldorf/Dan Humphrey

brotp: n/a

notp: Felicity/Chuck

[the-fiction-witch]

A Man Who Can Get Things

Media House Of Anubis

Character Jerome Clarke

Couple Jerome X Reader

Rating Cute

I handed the plastic folder over to the lower-year kid and quickly took his money shoving it in my pocket before he hurried off. I shut up my locker and went to head to class when a voice spoke up.

"Mr Clarke," 

Oh shit. 

Please don't be a teacher... Please don't be a teacher... 

I turned and saw her standing leaning her shoulder against the poster-covered wall in her lace-up shows, her grey knee-high socks, grey skirt, white bottom down, perfect red and gold tie, burgundy blazer, brown leather satchel bag over her shoulder and her Y/H/C hair in a half up and half down style with elegant curls. 

Ohh shit. 

Y/n Y/l/n. 

"Hi Y/n," I smiled,

But she glared me down, "What are you up to Jerome?"

"... Just heading to class?" 

"Really? What did the lower-year kid want?" 

"Ohh you know... advice... from an older... wiser man." I lied, "What uhh what are you up to Y/n?" I asked desperate to change the subject, 

"Ohh you know just heading to Mr Sweet's office,"

"Mr swe- Uhh why are you going there?" I gulped,

"The Prom committee finished up the budget I need to drop it off to him before next period so he can get it approved in time for us to start getting things ordered."

"Ohh yes, of course, I uhh I'm sure you have a handle on it as uh Head of the Prom committee and all,"

"I do," she nodded, "So? while I'm there should I let Mr Sweet know about your little business of selling your old assignments from previous years to the lower years?"

My eyes went wide and my blood ran cold...

Oh shit. 

She knows. 

Welp... It was nice living. I guess. 

"No...Please..."

"I could not." She smirked, "If we make a deal."

"A deal?"

"I know you're a man who can get things,"

I relaxed a little and smiled at her, "I can. What do you want?"

"There is a brand called Silver Threads."

"...right," I nodded,

"They make dresses, beautiful ones, But they are very limited. They released a dress called the 'Felicity' dress. They only produced two hundred and they sold out in milliseconds on the website and the second-hand market online is merely full of terrible fakes." She explained, "I want it for my prom dress."

"And what do I get out of this then?"

"Me not telling Mr Sweet,"

"And?"

"And. I'll pay you the price it was originally sold for upon release."

"With a finders fee?"

"With a finders fee, How much?"

"Ten percent."

"three."

"Seven."

"five."

"Six."

"Done." 

"And."

"And?"

"And... Mini corn dogs at prom?"

"Agreed. But if its a fake you don't get a single coin."

"Understood,"

"Good, I expect my dress prom morning Jerome," She said before she headed off to Mr Sweets office. I watched her go and as soon as it was out of view it hit me.

Oh shit... how the hell am I gonna get that dress?!