#for the Carina girlies out there

[mayabishopgold]

Carina DeLuca | Grey's Anatomy - Season 14 Episodes 1 & 2

[crescenthistory]

I'm sorry if you're tired of my ass in your ask box atp LMAO

Anyways I come here to humbly present: Body by Mother Mother as a Barty Coded song.

Take my eyes / Take them aside / Take my face / and desecrate / my arms legs / they get in the way / [...] / I've grown tired of this body / A cumbersome and heavy body

To me this is him whenever he argues with his father who is trying to suffocate and mold him into whatever he pleases. He can never quite escape his expectations, even in his rebellion. Oh dying his hair? his father expected that he'd stoop so low. he's getting facial piercings? his father is only scoffing because of course his disappointment if a son would do that. At some point Barty is just so tired of a body that doesn't feel like his own no matter how hard he tries, so he grows nonchalant about it because it feels like a burden to lug around when it's never been his anyway

NOPE not tired, you’re welcome in my ask box anytime hun 🫶🫶

it seems like we have the exact same view of senior 🙂↕️ and that exact trope scratches my brain SO WELL, that barty is going above and beyond to rebel and to strike senior back with even a fraction of the same impact as he has on him, but that senior is more or less unfazed every single time. no disappointment, no explosion, just more of the same old. i feel like that is part of what would push barty just permanently off the edge, even when he fights back it isn’t enough. he would just feel so TRAPPED

however of course on crescenthistory where we only have minimal angst, that’s where his s/o and found family comes in — they help him make his edgy style into being about finding HIMSELF rather than being what he thinks his father would dislike. bc at the end of the day, the best way to say fuck off is to not care

plus in my mind someone kills senior off at some point anyway who said that

but yes most of mother mother’s songs are sooooo bcj coded, i have so many of them in my various barty playlists

[lesbianandstressing]

andy herrera, maya bishop, and vic hughes friendship headcanons part 2

andy and vic constantly have to stop maya from fighting people

like girly is always ready to throw hands at anybody

especially if they say anything homophobic, racist, etc

they honestly wouldn’t stop her if there was no fear of her getting arrested

whenever maya does stupid things, carina gets vic and andy to sell her out by promising her speciality italian meals

maya confronted them about it and they both said “sorry, italian food before you.”

now maya just tells carina herself and they no longer get italian food

andy and vic always tease maya for how smitten she is over carina

but they love how happy she is

they also love recruiting carina to gang up on maya and tease her

cuddle piles! especially after hard shifts and on girls nights

andy is decidedly not a hugger but she always hugs vic and maya when they need it

vic however is always hugging everyone, especially maya and andy

maya gives the best hugs

vic is by far the most cuddly

she’s usually squished in between maya and andy when they snuggle

and she refuses to get up when one of them needs to use the bathroom or something

love playing mario kart together on vic’s nintendo switch

vic wins, andy comes in second, maya always loses

maya sneakily asks travis to help her develop skills in exchange for no bathroom duty for a month

vic and andy were very surprised when maya beat them

she wouldn’t confess how she won

besides travis, maya and andy are the ones who comfort vic on ripley’s death anniversary

maya and vic do the same for andy when it comes to ryan and her dad

after finding out what maya’s dad did to her, andy and vic were ready to fight him on sight

maya told them that he isn’t even worth it

so they just gave her lots of hugs instead

maya made a bet that she wouldn’t laugh no matter how stupid vic and andy act

thus began a series of moments where andy and vic would act like idiots at the most inconvenient times

this went on for months and they didn’t give up until maya broke

dance parties

maya doesn’t participate fully unless she’s completely hammered

carina sometimes wakes up to find andy and vic both in her bed along with maya

all she can do is question how all three of them managed to fit into the bed with her

i miss them so much it’s not even a joke anymore

[osarina]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the person whose vibe LITERALLY. encapsulates what hozier writes songs ABOUT <3 (IN THE BEST WAY) !! & DAZAI’S GIRL OFCC; miss carina i hope you’ve had the MOST fantastic day already & this year ‘n on treats you SO SO WELL 🫂🖤 truly u’ve shaken the bsd fandom on here w ur writing & in general such a wonderful person, ENJOY EVERYTHING TONS, fyodor & i showed up w/ the presents to spoil u 🙂‍↕️ (he is forced to pay back what he owed both u & dazai) & i’m giving you another pair of pearl earrings BCZ LOL WE R literally twinning rn i only wear those too !!

if it’s not too much pls do give a little synopsis/scenario excerpt to the BIRTHDAY COMM bcz i am still in awe glancing at it HAHAHAHA

finally, the next time i’ll pop in your inbox i’ll b there to finally express completing waterloo !! srry i am so behind on the bandwagon but it’s only bcz i have put off completing the actual BSD BEAST 😞 i paused halfway thru so i wouldn’t b spoiled, i shall get the courage to do both tho JDJSJ for u; you will get an entire essay no doubt

& GOODLUCK IN UNI SOON TOO !! i start for the first time as well rly soon so i’m hoping this year treats us well & perhaps a lanky brunette man comes along (forces himself into our life) in need of saving on a stormy day ;) LOVE YOU RINA HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN !! ᰔ

REV I'M SIMPLY GOING TO CRY YOU'RE THE SWEETEST EVER, YOU LITERALLY HAVE ME SMILING SO BIG AND MY CHEST FEELS ALL WARM AND FUZZY I LOVE U SM <3333

im giggling imagining fyodor and dazai side-eyeing each other while we sit together chatting, we would both have to keep them in line so they don't start acting up. AND OMGGGG YOU'RE ALSO A PEARL GIRLIE??? i got my first pair from my grandma and ive been obsessed with them since jdfasuhfasfhu i love pearl jewelry

HAHAHAHAHH THE BDAY COMM IM STILL GIGGLING OVER IT - so its set in my pm au actually ihfsuihfauhduf the one ive been writing for a while on here (wykyk) except that i hc that its like a non-canon one where oda didn't die and dazai never left the pm. so dazai & i were pining for like literally 3 years since we were sixteen and then not long before my 19th bday, we finally officially got together. and chuuya was SOOOO sick of it like he's been dealing with both of our dumbasses for 3 years refusing to get together but still blatantly pining for each other. so when we finally got together, he's like UGH finally, but then he realizes that it's worse because we're even MORE insufferable now that we're together. so the comm is set during my 19th bday we're going out for the night and dazai is being dazai and chuuya is SOOOO sick of it but this is the one night he can't say anything so he's just forced to sit there and deal with it LOLLLLL

OMGGGGGG I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOU TO FINISH BEAST AND UU!!!!! i dont blame you for putting it off HAHAHHH the end is so heartwrenching like literally whenever i feel like i need a good cry, i go back to reread beast HAHAHH

AHHHHHH OMG YOU'RE STARTING YOUR FIRST YEAR OF UNI??? THAT'S SO EXCITING!!!! good luck sweet rev, i know you're going to kill it!! if you ever need advice or to just vent about uni, my inbox is always open, i get it 100% - uni can be so stressful but at the same time it's so nice. im dreading my classes starting up again but ive missed everyone there so it will be nice to see them again

THANK YOU AGAIN LOVELY <333 I ADORE YOU

[prythianpages]

Fanfic Writer Tag Game

Thank you @ninthcircleofprythian for the tag! <3

Describe your writing process from idea to posting/publishing

My ideas usually start in my phone's notes and then when I have the time, I type up a vague summary/bullet points into a google doc. I build from there and I honestly take forever editing. Because I just want to make sure I'm using the right words or not being too repetitive with certain words/phrases. Even after I finish writing & editing a fic, I let it sit for a bit just to make sure I'm satisfied with it and then I queue it.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Pantser. I do have a vague plot/outline but for the most part, I go off of vibes or kinda let the characters/dialogue take over sometimes.

What do you listen to when you are writing?

Most of my one-shots are named after songs so I usually listen to those songs on repeat or similar songs or whatever youtube shuffle brings up.

What’s your drink of choice(while writing)?

I love drinking iced coffee whenever I'm using my laptop! Or boba. Anything sweet & caffeinated.

Promote yourself! What’s your favorite thing you’ve written?

This changes any time I get asked but right now, it's currently this angsty Az fic, Next to You. I hadn't written angst in awhile so I found it challenging. I really wanted this to play out exactly like it did in my head and I think it did (:

Share a fic of yours that you think is underrated/deserves more love.

A Thousand Feelings. I feel that any Acotar x OC fics don't do as well as Acotar x Reader. This one was about Carina, Rhysand's sister (OC) and inspired by one of my favorite holidays, Day of the Dead.

Do you have any advice for new writers?

Keep writing. And if you happen to be stuck somewhere, it's okay to take a break! Watch TV, movies or read your favorite fics and books to get your inspiration back.

What is a writing style/technique that others do really well that you'd like to get better at?

I love when fics have great angst and can evoke emotion well, especially with dialogue or metaphors. It's something I'm still working on and would love to get better at.

Is there a character you were surprised you enjoyed writing as much as you did?

My answer is the same as Ninth (@ninthcircleofprythian.) I started as an Az girlie and being on here made me love and appreciate Eris's character more. I want to say the first fic I ever wrote with him in it was Like An Angel and I enjoyed writing him so much I turned that one shot into a series lol.

No pressure tags: @assriels, @acoazlove, @surielstea, @cressidagrey

[callsignangel]

just some of my hogwarts legacy oc lore ✨ i do not own anything in regards to the wizarding world - i'm just here to have fun. i don't have pictures or anything yet as i am a ps4 girlie and won't be playing until april lol. i hope you enjoy!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

cassiopeia black i (later known as cassiopeia sallow) the eldest daughter of phineas nigellus black and his wife, was the first and only ravenclaw in the history of the noble house of black. despite her prominent magical abilities, her father kept her out of hogwarts in fear that she would embarrass him and shame the black family name as she showed traits that were not belonging to those who were in slytherin house. everyone chalked it up to her being "unwell," but by the time she would reach what would be her 5th year her parents had no choice but to allow her to attend hogwarts as her ability to use magic without the proper training or tools was greater than anyone had ever seen before. considered one of the brightest witches of her age, she slowly began to delve deeper into the dark arts as she continued to help her best friend (and later husband) search for a cure of his sister's curse. her and sebastian sallow wed shortly after they graduated from hogwarts and had 3 children - mirzam, carina and delphinus - all of which followed in their family's footsteps as proud members of the slytherin house and witches and wizards of the dark arts. she's the great-great aunt of sirius black iii and regulus black ii.

it's unclear as to why she was never shunned or considered an outcast despite being of another house - her blood status and her marriage to another wizard born of the same high standards was enough to keep her as an honourable member of the noble house of black. they never really spoke about her usage of the dark arts, or the crimes she committed. her brother, cygnus black ii named one of his daughters after her. cassiopeia black ii never married or bore any children of her own.

[keneestorytimelibrary]

Rockey Chapter 5

"That's what I am saying! Rocky is the greatest movie of all time!" I exclaimed in my weird fan-girly voice. Matteo was enjoying his third slice of pizza, while attempting to do his homework. It took us an hour to find his book bag and books, since those kids decided to throw it inside a nearby dumpster. Thankfully, we were able to salvage everything. As he tended to his homework, I attempted to clean his stuff. There was a sticky liquid that smelled of rotten food that I was having difficulty cleaning. 

"What is so great about it?" Matteo asked. "You have to give me reasons. I can't write this essay without reasons."

             "Rocky is the definition of an underdog in every part of his life. And to me, personally, it’s also a great love story between Rocky and Adrian. The franchise is the perfect package.” I blurted out rather quickly. I could spend days talking about the franchise, but Matteo only needed enough info for a two paragraph essay.

“What does underdog mean, Rockey.” Matteo asked.

“It’s someone who overcomes challenges, despite having little chance at winning.” I tried explaining. The look on Matteo’s face told me that I had to explain some more. “Matteo, do you know someone who struggled a lot, but still managed to come out as a winner?”

Matteo thought for a minute. “I’d guess I would have to say my older brother-” The look on his face immediately changed to that of fear. “Rockey, what time is it?”

I looked at my raggedy flip phone and said, “6:45PM”. Matteo quickly grabbed all of his belongings, and shoved it into his backpack. He began to pat himself down, as if he were looking for something.

“SHIT!” he exclaimed. “Those fuckers took my phone!”

“Do you want to use my phone?” I asked, handing my flip phone over to him; Matteo looked at it as if it was a difficult Topology equation. I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “Matteo, you are the funniest! What is your brother’s number?”

He was hesitant at first. It seemed as if he was worried about how the conversation would go. “My older brother is going to be very angry.”

The look on his face had me worried. “Are you going to be ok?” I asked.

“I don’t want to be the one to tell him what happened.” he admitted in defeat.

“With the bullies?” I asked.

He nodded. “Not to mention my tutor was supposed to pick me up today, but she forgot me again. I tried taking the bus, but I am still not used to this city, so I ended up here.”

‘The tutor was not going to live past this…’ I thought to myself. “She shouldn’t have forgotten you though.” I said. If I were Matteo’s mom, I’d fuck her up. Speaking of which, where were his parents? He made no mention of either parent, just his older brother. Were they in the picture? I had to remind myself that it wasn’t my place to ask. At least I got him to open up a little. 

“Yea, I don’t really like her. We get into a lot of arguments, and she’s only been here for a few weeks. Stupid donna…” he said with a dark look on his face. I had a feeling he really hated her, and the feeling was mutual.

“Look, your brother must be worried sick.” I said, my phone still held out in front of him. He still seemed unsure. “Is there anyone else you can call that is not so scary?”

Matteo thought for a second, before his face lit up. “My other brother Nicoló!” he exclaimed with a wide smile. “He can talk with Raffaele!” He quickly grabbed the phone, before stopping again. I couldn’t help but let out another hearty laugh. “You press on the numbers, then you press the green button.” I instructed him.

He dialed the number, and waited for a while. It seemed no one was going to pick up. Just as Matteo was about to hang up, Nicoló picked up. 

“Ciao frattello! It’s me, Matteo. No, I lost my phone… Laura didn’t pick me up; she forgot again. I tried taking the bus to get home, but I got lost. I met a new friend, and she helped me out. I am almost done with my homework. Si, lei é carina e bella.” he said as he looked at me. “Yes, she would know where we are, and how to get here.”

Matteo handed the phone back to me. “My brother Nicoló would like to speak with you.” For some reason it felt as if I was about to be yelled at by the principal. I braced myself to be scolded as I grabbed my phone.

“Hello?” I said.

“Ciao bellissima principessa.”Nicoló responded with a heavy Italian accent. His voice was smooth like hot butter, and I immediately eased up. 

“Hi!” I replied with a giddy voice. I immediately felt embarrassed; I could feel my face turning bright red. Matteo couldn’t help but laugh at me.

“Shut up!” I mouthed to him. “Sorry, Matteo is acting up.” I tried explaining.

“No need to explain Bella. It’s a family thing.” he said with a charming voice. “So tell me Bella, how did you manage to make Matteo do his homework?”

The question threw me off ; it felt as if he was more impressed with the fact that Matteo did his homework, rather than what happened. Just as I was about to respond, Matteo got up, and began to walk away. “Oye Matteo, wait for me. You don’t know where you are!” Matteo, however, continued to ignore me.

I ran after him, and gave him a swift karate chop to the head. I didn’t hit him too hard; I didn’t want to upset Nicoló. “Come on Rockey, you move like ‘Grandma panties’!” he said jokingly, as he rubbed his head.

“Grandma Panties!?” I dramatically exclaimed. I began to run to the main street. “Bet you this Grandma Panties will beat your ass to the street!” 

All Nicoló heard was dramatic breathing and grunting, as Matteo and I raced each other. There was a moment of silence before I began to scream for joy. I tried to mimic Rocky’s scene at Philadelphia’s Museum of Art; a fitting declaration for my victory. Matteo couldn’t help but complain that I had cheated.

I spent the next few seconds arguing with Matteo. Nicoló began laughing at our heated discussion; I had forgotten he was on the phone.

“Forgive me Bella, but where are you guys?” Nicoló asked suddenly. “I would very much like to meet you.”

[lewanarta]

ok so the sj tag is broken and so am I apparently because here I am bringing you a long chaotic rant about my fave wsj ships in no particular order

Ok so initially I wanted to say that when it comes to team Germany I am Anna/Carina girlie - like they were single at the same time and then injured at the same time and were adorably silly goofy together with great matching energy (and they also called each other wifey lmao I guess that it's an Anna thing)

BUT I can see Anna/Pauli like I really get it now just look at them you all were so right 🥺

ALSOOOOO if you like enemies to lovers please consider them their dynamics is so fun to think about adghsfdgh

Kreuzelnig is an obvious one lmao. just. look at them.

also I need you all to know that this picture exists

Speaking of Austrians, probably my most niche ship is Sara Marita Kramer/Lucile Morat and you can tell that I'm old and I never get over ski jumpers I liked but hear me out

They were good friends, they used to jump together a lot in the Alpen Cup and they always left cute comments under their insta posts and, if I remember correctly, they went on vacation to Amsterdam together? Lucile was considered a child prodigy in her teens, she was even the youngest Olympian in Pyeongchang, was doing great in the World Cup and she was hyped as one of the future top ski jumpers. Sara at the moment was one of many talented kids doing okay and growing steadily as a ski jumper but hasn't done anything spectacular up until summer 2019. And interestingly at that exact moment Lucile's form was gone forever, so you can say that they switched...

And do you know when was Lucile's last World Cup weekend before her retirement? Rasnov 2021 - the same weekend when Sara got false positive covid test that prevented her from starting in the competition and eventually cost her the Crystal Globe in the 2020/21 season. And Lucile got a girlfriend later that year and- please can you see this amazing narrative or is it still just me 😭

also the potential ship name: moramer. almost sounds like mon amour. come onnnnn

Speaking of Sara also her and Lisa Eder have an interesting dynamic: childhood friends, jumping at the same club, growing up together and now when Lisa is with Manu Sara happens to be a little awkward with touches 😅 yeah anyway...

Problematic faves: whatever Julia Kykkänen, Evelyn Insam and Coline Mattel had going on when they all rebelled against their national ski federations and decided to team up and train together. I need a buddy* film. Also you can probably tell by now that I'm watching ski jumping for way too long and can't move on to save life

*but Harold they're-

Unproblematic faves: Yuki Ito/Kaori Iwabuchi. Matching energy. Super fun. Loved by literally everyone in the wsj fam (remember Kaori's helmet with best wishes for her retirement from her fellow competitors and #LetYukiFly?). Kaori once called Yuki 'her personal entertainer'. THEY LITERALLY LIVED THROUGH THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED TROPE

Speaking of two besties stuck together for months thousands of kilometers from home: Abi Strate/Natalie Eilers anyone? Bonus points for also calling each other wifeys lmao

And last but not least: Oppstroem (I love Maria's ship name for them, 10/10). There's literally this gifs thread of them, they're just so soft and adorable. And they went through a lot together, each had her own struggles but they have also shared some (like they both got dsqed at that cursed Olympic mixed team comp...). God tier ship for real

but maybe just maybe... consider love triangle

Edit: HOW COULD I FORGOR ABOUT RAJPIEL SWEETIES I'M SO SORRY

ok fam it's 2025 we finally need to talk: what are your favorite wsj ships?

[mayasdeluca]

OKAY, SO I watched 307 and am about to start 308, but I mainly have 2 (✌️) (two) thoughts about 307, which are 1) the look maya gives carina in her office right before their kiss. Sexy intense pantydropping hot, twirling my hair, can't believe Carina didn't drop to the ground right there 😮‍💨🥵🧎 oh my god sexiest thing I've ever seen and 2) the scene "well that's one way of getting to know me better" all I'm trynna figure is is where I carina's/stefania's head at 🤨 like I don't know if it's because she is supposed to be crawling back up or if she's lost in the sheets but girlies head was everwhere lmaoooo

(Not gonna lie I zoned out during the maya/jack scenes I just wanted to make sure I was up to speed before really committing to my rewatch, forever only watching for Marina 🫡 lolololol)

Okay byeeee I might come back after I've seen some more eps ✌️✌️👅🫶❤️

Hahaha I love this commentary so much, please keep coming back with updates!

3x07 is so <333 because the angst leading to that make out is just 🥵🥵 perfection! And I had the same thought about the scene in 3x08..it looks like her head got stuck or something 😂😂

And that's valid regarding the Maya/Jack scenes lol I would zone out too

[crescenthistory]

Helloooo lovelyyy

So I discovered your blog last night and binged it ever since. You writing is phenomenal!! Like?? The way you describe surroundings and feelings and characters is just amazing, like I am immediately immersed in the story, as if you just grabbed me and plunged me into the fic ( tenderly ofc :) )

I often say that there is a difference between being able to write well, and being able to write characters well, and you miss girlie, managed to do both?? To a succulent extent?? Not everyone embodies characters the way you do. You have a way of writing and describing and just portraying the characters you write for that is just amazing. Like we can really differentiate your fics and the person it's meant to be about, just by the way you make them act and speak, and that's incredible. Like they each have their own personality (of course), but you can really transmit it, by the way they handle and the way they speak, even their humour.

It's a blessing to have you in this fandom, babe. Thank you for that. You only write masterpieces and I just want to kiss ur pretty little brain for it.

(Also, maybe you already know this, But your name in Italian, ‘Carina’ means ‘cute’/‘gentile’ and can even go as far as loveable. And I think that’s perfect cuz it certainly suits the way you come across 🫶🏻🫶🏻)

Sorry for this little rant, lots of love!!🫶🏻

my love. my love. i’ve sat staring at this ever since you sent it, i’ve shown it to my wife, i’ve cried and i still don’t know quite what to say other than what the fuck thank you

this is hands down the absolute best compliment i have EVER received, this is what every writer dreams of hearing. i’m in awe, THANK you for taking the time to shower me with this 🤍🤍🤍 this is all i strive for and it makes me unbelievably happy to hear that it’s translating and paying off. i love these silly characters so much and i want it to show and i want them to live through my writing!!

i’ll allow you to kiss my pretty little brain if i can kiss your beautiful warm heart. it’s so unique and kind, i love it. please do not apologise for this rant, it made my week and my month and my year<3333333

(and i absolutely adore the etymology behind carina, my wife is colombian where cariña has a similar meaning as in italian and it’s always been a cheeky little inside joke 🫂🫂 i love it when others point it out, and i do my best to live up to the name 🤞👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩)

[3416]

JEANINE IS RLLY ABT TO DO IT TO US OH YM GGOFKKF

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Headcanon: how the potc characters would react if you hugged them🫂🏴‍☠️

Jack sparrow

Jack would be on the deck of the pearl trying to turn the wheel when you come up with a smile.

"Aye love, come up here to enjoy the view?".

You would run up to him gripping your arms around his shoulders.

Jack would stand stiff and become slightly confused but then later slowly hug you back.

He would stand there awkwardly "did I do something darlin".

You would smile and look into Jack's eyes saying "your the best damn captain there ever is".

Jack would smile to himself and hug you back before turning the wheel.

Hector barbossa

So to say the least he isn't used to hugs, more or less any contact.

He would be in his cabin staring at the gold he got over the years.

You would come in with a smile "whatcha doin' smilin' lass".

He would be slightly confused but as you wrap your arms around him, he would stiffen.

"Uh...girly" he would be awkward to say the least.

You wouldn't care because this man meant so much to you.

Slightly he would pat your head and you would still smile "sorry cap'n your amazing".

He would smile softly but not before showing his tough exterior "ya best be off Missy, the deck ain't gonna scrub itself".

Will turner

Will would be soft and passionate, he would be looking over deck while jack is keeping an eye out and Elizabeth is talking to the crew.

You would softly smile to will and wander up to him.

"Y/n, your safe" he smiled softly.

The next thing he knew was arms coming around him, you wrapped him around his shoulders.

Will would be more loose and hug you back thinking he's grateful to see you.

"Don't worry, your not a bad person y/n, your amazing".

Will would be more comfortable hugging you.

Henry turner

Henry is super energetic and passionate, he was glad you agreed to help get his father back.

You were sitting on the side of the pearl while Jack, Carina and barbossa were off checking the area.

You come up to henry with a smile and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"You alright y/n, don't worry the sea life gets better" he joked.

Henry would of course hug you back.

He would smile to himself as he hugs you.

James norrington

He is very proper and hugging is slightly out of the mannerisms he's used to.

You would come up and wrap your arms around him.

He would be shocked to say the least and stiffen.

"Is there something you need my lady" he would question.

He would awkwardly bring his arms up and hug you back.

You would be glad to be in his grasp.

He would slightly smile to himself, he would finally find someone who could bring him happiness.

Davey jones

So davey is cut off from human contact ever since he was cursed.

You would be a lost soul drifted at sea and he would slightly take a liking to you but he wouldn't show it.

If you wrapped your arms around him, he would stiffen.

It's been a while, he wouldn't know what to do other then think it's a joke.

"What in the seven seas are ya doin' lass" he sneered.

Davey would bring pat you slightly, it will take a long time to get used to.

Phillip swift

You were captured and when Phillip was alright you would run up and hug him.

You wrapped your hands around his shoulders.

He would hold you in his grasp and basically do a passionate hold.

He would say "your gods gift to me".

He would at least be very warm and open to you hugging him.

Joshamee gibbs

You saw Gibbs as a father figure ever since you joined Jack and the crew.

You felt like you could share your feelings with him and he would be sympathetic.

If you wrapped your arms around him, he would be shocked at first but then slowly warm up to you.

"Don't worry lass, things be gettin' better" he would smile.

He would be more fatherly and warm to you.

Headcanon requests: open

Oneshot requests: open

Imagines: open

Matchups: open

[lexiklecksi]

Oc intro: Meara Kailani, the kind siren

Commissioned artwork (all rights reserved) painted by talented artist Carina Shweta

meaning of her name: Meara (Irish for pool/ lake) Kailani (Hawaiian for sea & sky)

17 years old

her singing voice can either ban or bond beings who hear her sing

Appearance:

skin colour: blue like the sea

ears like fish fins

about 1,70 m tall; fish fin starts by her waist and is nearly 1 m long

fin with blue-green fish scales; bleach out when they are exposed to sunlight

colour-changing eyes: underwater: eyes turn green like algae and she can see through the water; over water: eyes turn turquoise like the seawater

long, wavy, blonde hair. Underwater: hair flows freely around her face; over water: likes to keep her hair braided

Personality:

traits: kind, helpful, polite, soft, loving, emotional, diplomatic and naive

very girly nature; finds joy in the little things in life, for example, dragonflies flying over her pond

tries to solve problems through talking

strong sense of justice

always ready to help others, who are in an unfair position or an unjust situation

Habitat:

lives in a pond

loves to dive deep into the lake or nearby ocean, using her fin

can't get too far away from water

gets oxygene through the skin like an amphibian

Relationship:

in an on/off relationship with the dragon girl Enya Arati

complicated relationship due to their opposing elements (fire and water)

overtime, they develop a deep emotional connection based on the bonding moments of saving each other’s life

gets rescued by her girlfriend from the burning Avni forest

rescues Enya from drowning in her pond

teaches Enya how to swim, so she won't risk drowning again

favourite date spot: near a small pond, where Meara can float on the water and look up to admire Enya, who hovers above her and kisses her upside down

Family:

happy childhood with enough emotional support

both parents are still alive; mother Varuna (has healing powers) and father Aisu (hunter with ice-blue eyes)

has three sisters named Kairi (26), Nerida (21), and Mira (13) who miss her a lot (read more about the Kailani sisters here)

was abandoned by her family after she turned mature because of her sexuality and her refusal to seduce seamen (a siren who won't seduce seamen has no value in her family)

regrets that she has lost touch with her family, but understands their point of view

Here’s my WIP master post

WIP only tag list (comment + if you want to be added or - to be removed): @matcha-chai @callmepippin @zettelkaestchen @silversynthesis @ladywithoringes @stargazingandpoetry @scaevolawrites @lyra-brie @constellationapex @eos109 @azriel-alexander-holm @cirianne @charlies-storybook @betweenthetimeandsound @captain-kraken

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

Of course Kyle Valenti the only man ever protecting the aliens more then liz who’s in love with one and of course Isabel is still an annoying bitch just bc Kyle didn’t wanna sleep with her girly has attitude for no reason like she ain’t a horrible trash person all her life tragic.

Finding out Max was a garbage kid like wbk Max was trash all his life and now we know he’s been a trash kid I can’t believe my pure innocence baby got left at that horrible place for protecting Max and now he thinks Max is the baby everyone trying to protect when its obviously him all Max can do is heal people and then get weak but only Guerin has big brains to actually save people like he saved him saved Kyle so obviously Micheal is THE wonder child.

Isabel being mad Kyle is protecting his mom from her crazy psycho a*s she mad Kyle the perfect son wanted to protect his mom from crazies like her violating his moms mind oh I’m sorry Kyle didn’t make it easier for you to go around violating people. I love Kyle so much if liz didn’t have white savior problems she’ll do this to her dad and Rosa to protect them from Max psycho sister and let Maria know earlier about it so Maria could protect herself but nope she didn’t again all liz does is lie and think about herself and her research otherwise she wouldn’t be doing things that hurt her best friend or Kyle by almost getting him in trouble.

Why Alex how are you an Air Force solider and hacker when he can get bugged so easily like for reals step up you game my man? I’m so mad if Alex is the reason something happens to Micheal again it’s on sight they can take kill her Isabel for all we care or Max too but like he’s already died once so that ain’t happened again

Why is Max lying talking about things Isabel would never do please she was trying to do it to Kyle mom like 5 seconds ago, y’all/she clearly knows how it feels to be violated and yet she does it to everyone everyday without stop even her so called friends and their family members. Isabel is garbage horrible person alien and has always been and she’ll never change herself.

Max a hero damn liz really is brainwashed herself to her white savior it’s so sad when is she gonna open her eyes Max only does things out of guilt and he didnt even tell her or Micheal the truth about why he was picked by the Evans and Micheal was left all alone in that place for years being sent to horrible foster homes with bad people I swear that bastard Max deserved dying should have been dead longer only good thing about him is the fact he saved Rosa and not because he cared but because he felt guilty and wanted to win liz heart forever and now liz is brainwashed with no return of her sanity.

BEST PART OF THE EPISODE ALL THE KYLE CONTENT LOVED MY BEAUTIFUL BABY AND THAT LITTLE KYLEX MOMENT BIG WIN FOR ME LOVED EVERY LITTLE KYLE MOMENT.

‪The episode was actually good only bad thing was lack of Maria!! thank god for Kyle Valenti and a Micheal Guerin for being the only reason I actually watched it poor Micheal crying by himself cant wait for him to tell it all to his girlfriend Maria and it better not be off screen but since its about Maria and Micheal miluca commucating of course carina will make sure it’s off screen she never lets Maria and Micheal talk about the alien stuff no that’s only reserved for her favorite ship but as long Micheal tells her we good and he does tell her since they go on a trip next week all together the whole gang.

[waynes-multiverse]

My blood pressure is through the roof!!!

I'm so sorry, Carina! Hope the Apple watch survived 😂😂

she was so close but girlie should’ve knocked him out right the first time.

That's always the mistake, isn't it? I think the law-abiding FBI agent in her didn't want to straight-up murder him and took her chances 🙈

However the screwdriver to the neck at the was a nice touch.

Honestly love Beau but he needs to put his big boy pants on and get it together!

He does 😂 We'll see how he manages in the last part 🤍

Polaris – Chapter 12

Series Summary: When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasn’t proud of. But when a series of murders requires the FBI’s help, Sheriff Arlen‘s ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, it’s hard to make the right choices and find his way back home – back to you.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x FBI Agent!Reader

Warnings: 18+, a heavy dose of angst, kidnapping, violence, injuries, serial killers, death, an awful cliffhanger

Word Count: 6.8k

A/N: Happy New Year, everyone! 🥳 We jump straight into 2025 with an angsty banger 👀

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Chapter 12: Through

On one of the sunniest mornings Helena had seen in recent days, the peaceful quiet of the early risers in the Sheriff’s Department was disturbed by one restless sheriff.

Beau was taking his office apart – bit by bit, nail by nail, panel by panel, brick by brick.

The search for you had gone on all night and yielded zero results. You were nowhere to be found. For all Beau knew, you could be dead by now and buried in the vast woods of Montana.

A computer mouse flung against the wall and only missed Jenny’s head by an inch as the blonde peeked inside his office. The rest of the station had selected her to talk to the big boss, his outbursts even being heard from miles away.

“You okay?” Jenny checked carefully.

“I’m tryna find that stupid camera!”

“Thought you already found that hours ago,” Jenny noted with a raised brow.

“Can’t be too careful…” the sheriff murmured, his focus landing on the pile of pens on his desk. The silver one – had that always been there? He picked it up. “Does this look normal to you?”

Jenny only offered a shrug.

“Never mind,” Beau muttered and reduced the pen down to its individual parts. Nothing. Just a plain, old pen.

“Did you get some sleep?”

“What d’you think?”

At five in the morning, Beau had promised Jenny he’d snooze for half an hour on the couch in his office. He did lie down, stared at the suspended ceiling tiles for about a minute, and then remembered the damn camera.

It wasn’t just about what he had done in there but also about he’d said. No wonder Diane had gotten so easily under his skin. She probably had heard every insecurity he had ever uttered. To you. And to imaginary Randy.

How was he supposed to sleep in a place where he felt exploited, exposed, and unsafe?

“Well, uh, I just wanted to tell you that Randy went into Interrogation Room 2 with Diane…”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah…” Jenny exhaled a deep sigh and leaned against the door frame. “He said you’d deputized him and authorized it, but I had a feeling that wasn’t true.”

Beau ran a hand across his face, rubbing his beard.

Rule #3: She’s my wife. I get to decide how we proceed.

Rule #4: You’re not the boss of me.

“Well, I did deputize him,” Beau admitted. He had given his former partner a long leash, not expecting he’d bolt through the backyard.

“Beau…” Jenny clearly didn’t approve.

“He left me no choice, alright?!”

Well, no choice his guilt could deal with.

The sheriff then left his destroyed office and thundered into Interrogation Room 2 down the hall. Randy wouldn’t get to do this alone. Beau knew there was an ulterior motive – if only Randy saved you, he could also miraculously save his marriage. Randy was a persistent motherfucker. He wouldn’t give up.

And if the roles were reversed, Beau wouldn’t either. He’d probably be even more annoyingly persistent than Randy.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Beau charged in with steam coming out of his ears. For a moment, his anger was so focused on his friend, he didn’t even notice the rising smile on Diane’s lips.

“Good morning, Sheriff Arlen.” Even if Diane’s voice sounded melodious, to Beau it was still chalk on board. “Remodeling the office, are we?”

“You mind?” Randy prompted stand-offishly, glancing up at the sheriff. “Kinda in the middle of something here.”

“Outside. Now,” was all Beau said.

Defiantly and miffed by the authoritative tone, Randy followed him to the hall.

“Play nice, boys!” Diane’s voice echoed through before the door fell into its lock.

“What d’you think you’re doing? You can’t just talk to our prime suspect without my presence!” Beau roared.

Randy rolled his eyes back. “Didn’t know I needed a babysitter…”

“This isn’t a game, Randy! We need to find Y/N before it’s too late,” Beau argued furiously. They didn’t have time for petty competitions.

“Yeah, which is why I’m talking to the only lead we have! That bitch knows where she is,” Randy countered with an equal amount of fury.

“She’s not gonna tell you!”

Randy only shrugged – cocky in nature and completely unlike him. And Beau then realized something that had changed: His friend wouldn’t back down anymore and bend. Those days were over, and it was probably Beau’s own fault.

“We’ll see,” Randy said stubbornly, his hand wandering back to the door handle. “You comin’?”

Beau inhaled and exhaled a deep breath before nodding – and back into the lion’s den they went.

Diane welcomed them with a sneer. “All made up?”

“Tell us where Turner took her,” Randy demanded with a stern expression and firm voice.

If Randy wanted to play bad cop, the role of good cop fell to Beau by default. And although they had never ever played it that way before, Beau figured Randy carried more anger than even him right now. He might as well let him make good use of it.

“Can’t.” Diane twitched her shoulders. “Hal doesn’t tell me.”

“Oh, and we’re just supposed to believe that?” Beau lifted a brow in mock. “C’mon, Diane…”

“It’s true,” she said, smiling. “Call it an insurance policy in case one of you Neanderthals decides to go rogue on me – looking at you specifically, Sheriff Arlen. If you leave your own partner to die in a filthy warehouse, I don’t wanna know what you do to your enemies.” She then looked at Randy, whispering behind her palm, “You know, I think he did it on purpose.”

Beau clicked his tongue and snorted humorlessly. “Alright, Diane, you’ve had your fun. You’ve wreaked havoc… You’ve won, okay? Fair and square. Just give up your partner, tell us where Y/N is, and end this once and for all. Might even get a better deal if you do. Think about it. Murdering an FBI agent doesn’t look good in front of a judge and jury. We have iron-clad proof you killed at least five people in Texas. Capital murder, death penalty… See where I’m going with this?”

“Oh, I’ve thought about it, Sheriff. And I’ve told you: I don’t know where she is now,” Diane reiterated with the same infuriating smile. Her gray eyes then wandered to a wall clock behind the men. “At least not yet.”

Randy and Beau both followed her gaze and stared at that same clock. Their eyes widened.

“Then when?” Randy prompted.

“Don’t worry. You’ll see her soon.” Diane smirked. “If she makes it out alive, she can tell you in person she’s choosing the rugged sheriff here over you, Detective Nichols.”

Randy’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching and unclenching under the metal table.

“I gave her a fighting chance.”

“Oh, you mean like the others?” Beau had known from the start that it would be useless talking to her.

“They all could’ve gotten out,” said Diane as if she blamed the victims for not being smarter and more durable. “‘Sides, why would I give up my favorite part? I’ve waited a while for this one. Killing her? While you two idiots watch helplessly and throw feces at each other like monkeys in a zoo? Gotta say, it’s better than killing twenty-four people combined. Ever since I met Deputy Popcorn, I’ve been actually craving a snack.” Upon Beau’s facial twitch, Diane leaned closer and whispered with a smirk, “Yeah, I know about the cute little nicknames for your deputies too, Sheriff. I wonder how many bugs you’ve found yet in your office. Sure it can’t be all of them. Maybe I’ve bugged the whole station. Who’s to say? Have you checked your trailer yet? The lovely agent’s motel room? No?”

Beau couldn’t pinpoint the exact feeling that clutched his heart and twisted it like a boa constrictor. Pain, fear, anger, sadness – a deadly cocktail for anyone. Was this throbbing sting in his chest what a heart attack felt like? Only recently, he’d read an article in the paper about a guy his age who just dropped dead. Was this it for him?

Would it mean he'd get to see you again, though?

“Enough of that!”

Randy’s voice rang in his ears, but Beau couldn’t refocus. He needed fresh air to breathe, his lungs dried up and clinging to every molecule like he’d been deprived of oxygen for days. The small room felt suddenly suffocating as the monster across from him sneered joyfully.

“Look, I don’t know if you’re saying all that horseshit ‘cause you wanna hurt him or me,” Randy said, his voice laced with a darkness Beau had never seen before.

“Little bit of both,” Diane teased with a shrug.

“Yeah, well, I don’t care either way,” Randy huffed, the deep creases in his brow casting threatening shadows on his face. “Do your worst to me or him. Hell, burn us at the stake if it makes you feel any better, sweetheart, but all I wanna know is where that bunker is. Where is she? Your beef’s clearly with us. Men, right? You know she doesn’t deserve this. Just let her go.”

Diane seemed unamused by the suggestion, leaning back in the metal chair. “You’re right. She doesn’t deserve this. I actually like her. She reminds me of me. But you two did this to her. It’s out of my hands at this point. You don’t deserve her, sheriff,” she said and looked at Beau before her cold eyes shifted to Randy. “Neither do you, detective. I know a lot of things – and not just about the sheriff here. I know what you did to her, too.”

Randy forced a tight smile. “You’re bluffing. I didn’t do anything.”

“Am I?” Diane quirked a brow and then sent him an innocent smile. “About four years ago, she wrote a rather lengthy email to her sister Sophia in Seattle. She seemed very upset. Said there was a little something you wouldn’t give her. Ring any bells?”

With a thick swallow and a glare swimming in his hazel eyes, Randy nodded. “We’re done here.”

Diane let out a long, suspenseful sigh, not bothering to engage further. Her icy heart wouldn’t melt. Her eyes flickered around the bleak, depressing room. “I miss windows. Haven’t seen the outside for days.”

“Yeah, and you ain’t gonna,” Beau huffed. He had quietly listened, his heart rate slowing down as his head started spinning with questions. You had never told him anything. He had never asked. It had been an unspoken rule to not talk about your marriage. Beau always figured knowing too much would only make it worse.

“Too bad. I always liked the autumn sunsets. When it gets dark sooner…” Diane then stretched out her neck. “Anyways, nice chatting with you boys, but it’s time for my beauty nap now. Which one of you two cowboys is gonna accompany me back to my cell, hm?”

The men shared a look and then wordlessly rose, leaving the room. In the safety of the hallway, Beau ran a hand over his face and took his first deep breath.

Air. Lungs. Brain. Without toxicity, he could finally think straight again.

“Well, this was pointless and a waste of our time. Happy now?” Beau huffed with his newfound lung capacity.

But Randy’s brow was furrowed. He was thinking. “Actually, yeah… Didn’t you hear what she said?”

“Yeah, bunch of narcissistic bullshit. She’s not gonna tell us where Y/N is,” Beau muttered bitterly. If possible, he wished to never converse with that psychotic witch again. There was only so much he could handle before snapping her neck.

“She said that she doesn’t know where Y/N is now,” Randy pointed out. “Maybe she wasn’t lying. Maybe Y/N’s not in the bunker yet. Turner might keep her somewhere else and wait till he can move her.”

“At sundown,” Beau mused, Diane’s words haunting his mind. “He’ll move her when it’s dark.”

“Which means we still have a couple hours to find her,” Randy finished the thought.

“Popcorn!” Beau yelled down the hallway. The sheriff found himself in better spirits. He hadn’t used a silly name for his most loyal deputy in days, although it ached a tiny bit to say it now. “Any properties in Newton’s name?”

“Yes, sir, several,” Mo replied.

“I need a list of all in the area. Get a team together and search ‘em. One by one,” Beau ordered. “Warehouses, cabins… Take it all apart. I don’t care.”

“And also see if any properties are in Hal Turner’s name and add them to the list,” Randy suggested.

Poppernak shot Beau a look, and only when the latter gave his agreement, did the deputy nod. “Yes, Sheriff Arlen.”

The obnoxiously loud sound of birds woke you from a deep slumber. Groggily, you pried your eyes open and found the first few beams of sunlight warming your face. For a peaceful moment of dazed bliss, you had no clue where you were or how you got here.

There was a thumping, searing pain in your skull, hammering away at your sanity like the ticks of a clock. Your neck and shoulders hurt from tension till you realized you were bound to an old wooden chair, a harsh and creaking surface underneath you. Your behind felt both sore and numb.

Glancing around the room, you noticed you were in the living quarters of a small cabin. A fireplace sat to your right. Above it, a cuckoo clock that showed shortly past noon, and you realized that must’ve produced the bird noise that woke you. The stinging sunlight reached your eyes and filled you with hope.

Hal Turner hadn’t locked you into a bunker yet.

“You’re awake. Good.” Turner entered the room with a bottle of water and a sandwich, throwing the items unceremoniously onto your lap. “You need to eat. We’ll leave soon.”

“Where are we going?”

“Where they all went,” he said and came up behind you. Turner wasn’t a man of tall stature. Small, middle-aged, nervous. Non-threatening.

Diane’s little ant.

He cut your ties, and you could tell his hands were shaking. They didn’t treat the others like that. Entertaining a victim had never been his job before.

Sedated, dumped, marooned.

That had been the pattern, and you hoped this little off-course adventure would pay off with your freedom. Your gaze drifted down to a lonely brown belt buckle.

Unarmed.

With free hands and Turner still vulnerably behind you, your arms shot up and wrapped around his neck. Fortunately, he wasn’t as heavy as Beau in training when you jolted him forward, jumped up, and rammed his face straight into your knee.

Unconscious for the moment, Turner tumbled to the ground, and you sprinted through the front door. You hoped it would give you enough time to find an exit.

But all you found was a vast sea of trees – towering pines that reached heavenward with no neighboring houses or roads in sight.

There was a shed to your left. Tools. You needed weapons.

And, most of all, you needed more goddamn time to think your way out of this one.

It wasn’t long till you heard the front door of the cabin slam open, heavy and angry footsteps aimlessly searching before they slowly circled closer to the shed.

Fortunately, your little hide-out had proved itself useful – and fully stocked. Turner had arranged his tools in a neatly organized manner. Nothing seemed to be out of place, screwdrivers hanging on the wall from small to big, pliers, drills, hacksaws… Your weapons of choice, however, fell on a hammer and the heaviest, biggest wrench.

Lurking behind the small barn door, you lay in wait till the old door creaked open and Hal Turner walked through. He only blinked at you wide-eyed before your first hit with the wrench landed across his right cheek. It was hard enough for blood to spew out of his mouth, and as he tumbled forward, you delivered your second blow – the hammer, this time, slamming against the back of his head.

Dropping the tools, you decided to take your chances and make a run through the woods for it. You still had a few fleeting hours till dark. If you just kept going, maybe you’d make it to a road or a town somewhere before you froze to death.

What a great outlook…

However, you didn’t even get farther than a few yards from the house before a sharp pain seared from your ankle throughout your entire body. Falling harshly and bracing yourself on the cold, wet leaves, you screamed out and looked down at the culprit – a bear trap.

Well, points for Hufflepuff!

Apparently, you had underestimated Turner. Ahead of you, you also spied some tripwire. Great. This place was a giant death trap – and you had already hated the woods before all of this.

Getting back onto your feet was not only hindered by the giant claws in your flesh but also the iron chain attached to the trap that tethered you to the ground. So, with your freezing hands, you dug out the metal stake that served as your anchor.

Then, the fucking bear trap – you knew this one would hurt like a son of a bitch. Carefully, you inspected the oozing wound, the razor sharp edges deeply clutching your skin at your lower calf and ankle. For a moment, you even swore you could feel the tips of their pointed teeth drilling into your bone. You tried to pry them apart with your hands but gave up on that idea rather quickly once the jaws cut your fingers.

Glancing at the shed, you saw the door was still ajar. It was quiet in there. Either Hal Turner was gone, solely unconscious, or currently bleeding to death. The shed was your Schrödinger’s cat. As long as you didn’t know which one it was, you still had time.

Taking several deep breaths, you closed your eyes and remembered the trip you took with Beau when you were back in Houston. The two of you drove camping in Piney Woods. For a few days, you were gone and unknown to everyone around you. You could just be you and him. No one had to hide anything. No one had to feel guilty. In those short days, you realized you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

“Did you know bear traps are actually pretty easy to get out of?” Beau babbles a random fact in his usual manner when neither of you has said anything in a minute. He glances at you, a happy smile on his face as he intertwines his fingers with yours during a stroll through the green and lush forest.

“Huh.”

“Yeah, all you gotta do is not panic, get up on your feet, and press your weight down on the springs at the bottom. Just pops open and you can pull your leg out,” he explains with a popping sound, turning the little lesson into a show-and-tell.

“Don’t panic…” you mumbled to yourself and sat up. “Get up…” With a strained groan and your palms supportively on the ground, you heaved yourself to your feet. You winced as you put pressure on your injured leg and, therefore, tried to shift your weight to your good one. The main problem was the next step: “Press down.”

Mentally, you braced yourself before you slowly started to put pressure on the leg again. The jaws moved and wiggled in your flesh, but the pain was too much too bear. You bit down on your tongue as tears strangled your eyes.

Alright, next try.

If slow was too painful, then maybe the bandaid method was the way to go. Quick and painless, as they say. You inhaled and exhaled through your nose as you raised your foot a few inches above ground, making sure the springs would hit the uneven surface properly. Then, you kicked down.

The trap sprung open, you pulled your foot out, and released a primal scream that echoed through the quiet woods, surely disturbing whatever lived there.

And then, suddenly, Hal Turner stood in front of you with a shovel.

Diane’s listed properties came up empty. There was still no sign of you. Turner, on the other hand, had only booked a motel room in his name but hadn’t been seen there in weeks. So, Beau figured he had to be staying somewhere if he wasn’t sleeping in his room.

At four o’clock, the sheriff was close to a breakdown when all leads petered out and the daylight was almost gone. But then Cassie and Denise stormed the station, both out of breath, and brought forth a document that showed a property north of Helena in the name of a Diane Turner. It was a remote cabin in the middle of the woods, which also happened to be close to the location where the ambulance had picked up Randy.

Ding, ding, ding!

Beau gathered the whole cavalry and raced there as fast as he could. By the time he was ten minutes out, the sky had grown dark, the woods pitch-black around him. Switching on the Jeep’s headlights only added to the uneasiness in his stomach. His passenger was quiet next to him, but Beau could tell how worried Randy was by the way his left leg anxiously drummed against the floor mat.

Both of them thought it was too late to save you.

An access road, all dirt, led up behind the cabin, only making it a short hike. Turner’s vehicle had been parked at the fork where it reached pavement. They seemed to be on the right track. After all, if Turner was here, then hopefully so were you.

Beau and Randy were the first to arrive, the cabin inside dark without a single light on, not even a candle burning in the smudged windows. Carefully, the men stepped on the porch, the property around them quiet and undisturbed, but the front door was an inch ajar. Pulling out their weapons, the two shared a look without speaking a word before entering the house, a feeling of familiarity rising in Beau’s chest.

They were still partners, somewhere deep down.

The floorboards creaked under Beau’s boots as he treaded down the hallway. The cabin was small, only consisting of one bedroom, a living area, a kitchen and bath. While the men checked each room, Beau already knew you weren’t here anymore – if you’d ever been here to begin with. Maybe Diane had sent them on a wild goose-chase, another sick game created by the mind of psychopath, while you had been locked in a bunker all along, waiting for him to find you.

How much air did you still have left? Would he get to you in time?

“Beau!”

His partner’s voice drew him from the bedroom to the living space, his mind still rattling with the unspoken fear of losing you. His green eyes then focused on the beam of Randy’s flashlight as it shone on a wooden chair in the middle of the room, a set of cut plastic ties on the floor next to it. There was also an uneaten sandwich and an unopened bottle of water scattered on the ground.

And then, there were the trails, the little drops, and the sheer pools of blood everywhere that made his gut churn. Was it all yours?

“We need to get forensics here,” Beau said with a thick swallow, already pulling out his phone to call Jenny.

“That’s a lot of blood,” Randy said with a lump in his throat, his eyes transfixed on the little red pond by the tips of his feet. And although it was dark, Beau could see the color drain from his partner’s face.

“I know.” Beau bobbed his head quietly, gently clasping his friend’s shoulder as he held his phone to his ear.

The sheriff then informed Jenny of their findings, telling her to hurry any lab results along. The sooner they knew whose blood it was, the better. As he hung up, he noticed Randy following a trail of blood to the door, leading further outside. He shone his flashlight through the dense foliage before it landed on a little working shed to the right.

As Randy creaked the door of the shed open, with Beau behind him, both thought there was a high probability they’d stumble upon a body in there – if not two.

Instead, the shed was disappointingly empty.

Beau whistled lowly as the light hit the neatly arranged wall of tools. “Well, that’s some freak level organization.”

But Randy’s brow furrowed as his light landed on the ground behind the door. “There’s a hammer and wrench on the ground.” He knelt down to inspect it closer. “Got blood on it. Lot of it.”

Beau chuckled lightly and ran a palm over his face to keep the stinging tears of hope inside, which only confused Randy.

“What’s so funny? Y/N might be dead,” Randy said sourly.

“That’s not Turner’s doing,” Beau argued and gestured at the tools on the ground, his heart flooding with a tiny bit of relief. “Look at the wall. Why would he kill her with tools? It’s way too bloody. Guy like this can’t handle the mess. He had a perfectly fine gun. Would’ve been way cleaner if he wanted to.”

“So, you think this was Y/N?” Randy thought for a moment before nodding. “The ties inside were cut. The food and water on the floor… Maybe he cut her loose and she took advantage of it? I mean, it does sound like her.”

“Yeah…” Beau’s eyes then musingly drifted back to the wall. “Is there a screwdriver on the ground somewhere? There’s one missing here.”

“Nope, nothing on the ground,” Randy replied once his flashlight search was complete. “You think she took it with her?”

“Let’s hope so…”

“But if Y/N managed to overpower Turner, why isn’t she here? And where’s Turner? And if it happened out here, why is there so much blood inside?”

Beau licked his chapped lips, his brow returning to their initially creased position. “Maybe she didn’t take him out for good.”

“You thinkin’ she knocked him out and escaped?”

“Yeah, and then Turner woke up, went back into the house before taking off after her through those woods,” Beau shared his theory. It would explain the vast amounts of blood inside.

“So, your theory is she’s lost and being hunted?” Randy cocked a brow.

Beau only offered him a shrug. “Best possible scenario.”

“Great.” Randy scoffed. “What’s the worst possible scenario then?”

Beau’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I think we both know.” Licking his lips, he patted Randy’s shoulder. “But let’s not think about the worst right now. I’ll get a team going to search these woods. We’ll find her. You’re not losing her again, alright?”

Randy could only nod and hope, but a little tug on his heart told him something different as he glanced at his former friend.

“It’s been three hours,” Randy huffed frustratedly as they passed the same street sign to Helena down the mountain once more, driving up and down the roads around the cabin in an endless loop, hoping and praying a miracle would happen. “Don’t you think we would’ve found her by now? If she’s hurt and inside those woods, we should be in there looking for her.”

Beau passed another sigh between his lips. There had been three hours of that, too. Patience was a not only an eight-letter word but a bitch as well.

“Neither of us is any help there. We don’t know those woods. You don’t even a phone, Randy,” Beau said with a bit more firmness in his voice, causing his partner’s frown to deepen. Saved by the bell, Beau’s phone chimed in his pocket with Jenny’s angelic name popping up on the screen. He pulled over on the side of the road before picking up.

“What you got? Uh-huh… You sure? What did they say about the cabin? Okay… Both of ‘em? How far? Which direction? Alright… We’re close. Driving back up there now.”

Randy held his breath till Beau hung up, trying to guess the content of the phone call by the various facial expressions of the sheriff. Then, he asked, “Good news or bad news?”

“Hard to say,” Beau replied, his eyes fixed on his hands gripping the steering wheel. He swallowed the lump in his throat, gave himself an encouraging nod, and started the engine, trying to sink every bad theory that surfaced in his mind. “Forensics came back. Our theory was partially correct. The blood inside the cabin was mostly Turner’s.”

Randy raised a brow, his heartbeat thrumming in his ears. “Mostly?”

“Evidence points to her not escaping. Turner might have gotten to her before she could even leave the property. They found a bear trap with her blood on it,” Beau explained slowly, his grip on the wheel tightening. “Dogs picked up a trail, leading into the woods. Forensics confirmed both of their blood on that trail.”

“Doesn’t mean anything. He could’ve followed her. She still could’ve escaped,” Randy replied and knew full well it was only sugarcoating the truth swimming in the lower pits of his belly.

“Could’ve…” Beau nodded and swallowed heavily. “But then again, if she did manage to escape, how did her blood end up inside the cabin?”

Defeated, Randy licked his lips, expelling a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, guess my hopes are little too high. I mean, how the hell would you get out of a bear trap?”

Beau knew the question was mostly rhetorical, but true to himself, he still answered, “It’s actually pretty easy. Just press down on the springs, and the thing opens right up.” A smile formed on his lips as a memory popped back into his mind. “I told Y/N that once when we took a camping trip back in Houston. She probably didn’t remember it. I mean, honestly, I doubt she was even listening. I was kinda ramblin’, you know?”

“Uh-huh. I remember. I’ve spent a lot of time with you…” Randy smacked his lips, fingers tapping his thigh. “You guys went on a trip together?”

Beau’s mouth opened on reflex, but he stopped himself from replying, shooting a scrutinizing look at his partner. “Yeah, uh, just the one, really. Shoulda been more…”

Regrets seeped to the surface. If Beau had known he had only a finite amount of time with you, he would’ve enjoyed and appreciated every last second of it. He should’ve spent less time in his head. He should’ve taken you out on more dates. He should’ve been the best he could be. Instead, he wasted so much time and couldn’t even remember why in retrospect.

“What makes you say that?” Randy’s question rang both with curiosity and pain. His brown eyes stared stubbornly ahead and focused on the dark road.

Beau blew a long sigh. “Well, I wasn’t always the best–,” he hesitated a moment before saying the word, “–boyfriend, I guess.”

If Randy was upset by the term, he didn’t let it show. Maybe he was sticking to Rule #2. He quirked a brow and glanced at Beau in the driver’s seat. “So, on top of stealing my wife, you’re telling me you didn’t even treat her right?”

“Guess so,” Beau admitted quietly, poking the inside of his cheeks with his tongue and ignoring the subtle jab. “And I didn’t treat her badly, by the way. Just could’ve tried harder. Felt guilty because she was your-, well, you know… And the divorce got kinda messy, too. I just wanted to stay clear of complications.”

Exasperated, Randy scoffed, shaking his head. “This is not really making me want to give you my blessing…”

Beau huffed a chuckle. “Didn’t know that was an option.”

“Well, it’s not. You don’t deserve her.” Randy clicked his tongue, pensively bobbing his head. He then finally admitted, the words sounding almost sour, “Neither do I. You might be as big of an idiot as me.”

Beau’s eyes widened in surprise, his focus briefly swaying from the road. “What d’you mean? You guys were perfect together. Is this about what Newton said?”

Randy’s lips curved into a bitter smile. “Y/N never told you?”

“Told me what?”

Randy chewed on his lower lip before pushing out the words that had plagued him for three years. “She wanted to leave me.”

Beau shook his head. “Nah, I don’t buy it. She loved you. You should’ve seen her after she thought you’d died.”

Randy inhaled sharply, his head spinning with regret and heart filling with hope. For the past years, he had wondered if he’d ever get another chance to fix things with you.

“Yeah, well, it’s true,” he said, his gaze cast downward as if he were confessing his sins to a priest. “She wanted kids, and I told her I didn’t. Neither of us was backing down. The night the cartel kidnapped me, we were supposed to have dinner and talk about it when I got home. Part of me already knew where it was headed.”

Beau listened and nodded. He remembered the set dinner table, the lovingly prepared food, the candles – it didn’t seem like something one would do if they planned on leaving.

“No, I don’t think she would’ve left you,” Beau noted, although his heart stung when he said it out loud.

“I overheard her asking Carla for a divorce lawyer. Pretty sure she was,” Randy retorted. “Seems silly now. She was already out of my league. I should’ve just given her what she wanted. I don’t even know why I didn’t. I should’ve just shut up and been grateful.”

“That’s what I would’ve told you to do,” Beau muttered, his brain trying to keep track and process everything. Why had you never told him any of this? And more importantly: “Why have you never told me?”

“Guess I was embarrassed.” Randy shrugged. “And I already knew what you would’ve said.”

Secretly amused, Beau cocked a brow. “What? That you’re an idiot?”

“Exactly.”

“And Carla knew?”

“I guess.” Randy gave another shrug of his shoulders. “I mean, they talked all the time. Well, mostly it was Carla complaining about you, but still…”

Beau’s brow furrowed into deep lines. He should’ve been more surprised than he was. The only thing that really baffled him was the fact you had still agreed to date him after hearing all of that. What else didn’t he know?

“I thought they met once a week for book club?”

Randy shot him a pitying look. “Dude, there was no book club. Only three bottles of wine.” He then exhaled a long sigh, stretching back into his seat. “Maybe it’s good she didn’t pick anyone. She deserves someone who can give her what she wants.”

“What makes you think I can’t?” A little offended, Beau raised his brow. “You know, when she came back a few weeks ago, I swore I’d make things right. I wouldn’t let her go this time.”

But Beau broke that promise. He pushed you away to stay clear of complications. His heart twinged.

“And you think she wanted to live in a trailer in the woods of Montana?”

“Doesn’t matter. I would’ve given her anything she wanted. No questions asked,” Beau stated simply. “I was happy when I was with her. Didn’t matter where we were or what we were doing.”

“So, what? You planned on marrying her? Kids?”

Beau twitched his shoulders, his eyes not drifting from the street. If he glanced at Randy only for a beat, he couldn’t ignore his friend’s reactions any longer and still remain honest. “We never talked about it, but... If that’s what she wants, then yeah. Don’t even have to think about it. You really were an idiot, you know?”

“I know that. Thank you,” Randy huffed sarcastically and rolled his eyes. “Still not getting my blessing, though.”

“Good thing you’re not her father,” Beau snapped. He could only muster so much patience. “You don’t really have a say in who she’s datin’.”

“You’re one to talk.” Randy scoffed mockingly. “I met your friend Denise at the station. We had a long chat. She almost talks as much as you. Sounded like you tried to have a say in who Carla should marry. Little hypocritical, don’t you think?”

“That’s different,” Beau retorted defensively. “We have a kid together. Whoever Carla’s seeing is also gonna be in Emily’s life.”

“So, you don’t even care a little about Carla’s well-being? ‘Cause Denise said you killed her new husband,” Randy countered cleverly.

“Of course I care,” Beau admitted frustratedly. What did Randy want to hear? That he was right about everything? Well, except one thing: “And I didn’t kill Avery, by the way. Might have been slightly responsible for his death, sure, but I didn’t kill the idiot.”

“Seems to be a pattern for you. Maybe Diane was right,” Randy muttered wryly.

Beau licked his lips and sighed. “Listen, I know that devil woman is good at getting into someone’s head, but you gotta believe me, man. I did not leave you to die. If I had known–”

“Whoa, I know,” Randy interrupted him with an amused chuckle and two placating hands. “I was just joking. I knew you didn’t hand me over to the cartel on purpose in some evil ploy to get with my wife. That would be insane.”

Beau gave a nod, accepting his answer with relief. “Well, good.”

“Look, I’m not delusional, contrary to what everyone’s thinking. I know things happened while I was away,” Randy admitted. “I figured she had moved on. For three years, I actually hoped she did. I wanted her to be happy. Just didn’t think it be you, I guess. Probably shouldn’t have been surprised, though. I kinda knew you always liked her. Just didn’t think any more of it, you know?”

“And there wasn’t more, alright? I promise,” Beau assured him, his cheeks reddening from embarrassment. He never thought Randy would’ve suspected anything – not that there really ever was anything. But had his tiny crush really been that obvious? “One of those things, you know? Just ‘cause I find Michelle Rodriguez attractive doesn’t mean I seriously expect to date her. I didn’t know it was more than that till I spent some time with her.”

“Good to know,” was all Randy said, crossing his arms with an uncomfortable clear of his throat. “Definitely surprised Y/N likes you, though. She always had a pretty low opinion of you. Said you were doing shitty police work and I should be more careful. Guess she was right..." Beau shot him a darkened look but refrained from taking the bait. Randy pursed his lips. "Look, I know I’m a pain in your ass right now. You’d probably love to get rid of me.”

“Well, hey, that’s not–”

“What, true?” Knowingly, Randy lifted a brow. “I would if I were you.”

Beau only nodded, not admitting out loud the thought had certainly crossed his mind. “So, what are you thinking now?”

“Still want her to be happy,” Randy said quietly.

All of a sudden, Beau then slammed on the brakes, both men jolting forward into their seatbelts. A loud thud echoed through the car as something heavy hit the Jeep’s hood. For a moment, the sheriff thought he’d run into a deer before blinking his eyes at the bloodied and muddied image of Hal Turner.

“What the hell?!”

Turner was in rough shape, pantingly and deliriously stumbling around the car and onto the road, shielding his eyes from the blinding headlights with his palm. Blood dripped from various places from his head and body before Beau’s eyes narrowed on the metal tool stuck inside his neck.

“Guess we found our missing screwdriver,” Randy noted as the two men jumped out of the car, guns drawn.

“Where is she, Turner?” Beau prompted sternly, his finger itching to pull the trigger for everything he’d done to you. But knowing where you were was more important than a vendetta. Turner could only speak while he was alive.

And the man seemed to know it, too. Before the sheriff could call for back-up and an ambulance, Turner sneered and raised a hand, gripping the screwdriver tightly.

“No, don’t!”

Beau’s plea came too late. Hal Turner pulled the makeshift weapon out of his throat and collapsed to the ground, bleeding out within seconds.

Randy’s fingers landed on the man’s pulse point. He glanced up at his partner with a shake of his head. “He’s gone.”

Throwing his gun angrily into the rustling brushes, Beau gripped his temples and screamed into the void of the dark woods. Desperation clawed on his mind and heart. The fear of losing you for good took him prisoner. With labored breaths, he squeezed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger and rubbed his tired eyes. Turner had been his last lead. He knew more wouldn’t be coming.

What now?

A sanctimonious beep of his phone drew his attention. A small part of him prayed it was Jenny, informing him you’d emerged a few miles up the road – bloody like Turner, but otherwise fine. Alive.

But his green eyes only found an email and darkened at the sender’s name. “Diane just sent me a link.”

Randy, caught in his own spiral, suddenly glanced up. “To what?”

“Livestream.”

Chapter 13: Sure And Certain – JANUARY 10

Another cliffhanger, and it looks like Diane's still having the last laugh 🙈

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K and M for the OC ask game?

AHH TY! :D These are ocs I made for a little story I had when I was like 11? (I wanted to make it into a webcomic 🦧) But I still love them dearly SO I will be talking about them <3

K: Kieran O’Sullivan

OKAYOKAY, so this bitch. He’s from fantasy Ireland 🤨 (which never got a name?? If it does I wrote it down in a sketchbook a long time ago) but basically his whole thing was that he’s been a servant to this guy Avon since childhood, but he hates him because he wants to be like an equal to him. And the only way he thinks he can do that is through death?? Anyways Avon runs away from home for reasons 🤨🤨 (this isn’t about him so he’s not being talked about <3) and he took Kieran with him. But Kieran hates him 🦧 the on going joke was that Avon would always almost die, and Kieran as his like servant bodyguard would just “🧍‍♂️” while watching him almost die?? 😭😭 anyways he was suppose to betray Avon at some point but then redeem himself. He was my little rat boy <3

M: I ACTUALLY HAVE TWO M OCS FROM THE SAME STORY SHEJD

Meiyu Admia

She was the mc from fantasy America 😍 (very creative ik) but basically her whole plot was that her parents were criminals (who she was told were dead, but they aren’t <3) and she wants to redeem her family’s name 😭😭 and so she over hears Avon and Kieran talking about this big quest they’re going on at like her uncles tavern?? And follows them with her best friend Carina. Her whole character was basically just her trying to be nice, but she like didn’t know how to be nice? Like she was quite apathetic and quick to anger. But was also the bubbly nice one 😭 girly was trying and that’s all that mattered <3

Mikai

This bitch was a furry 😍 JKJK. Basically like the power system was old books?? And so Mikai was from the island that made the old books, but he pissed someone off and got the whole island cursed with immortality so he just kinda wants to die 🦧 (which he does <3) he like looks 12 but is actually 800 or something 😭 the joke was that he claims to he all power so he like casted a spell on himself to turn him into a half cat? Like I remember I had this whole joke planned out that Kieran would ask him, “so like what are your powers” and Mikai would just start coughing up a hairball 🦧 i remember I based him a bit off Inuyasha and Sun Wokung 🤨🤨

I also forgot to mention that Mikai was the one who was like, “if anyone can break the curse I’ll give them fame and make them rich 🤪” anyways he was lying <3