#tom & issy

[issysh3ll]

My top celebrity crushes now and forever:

I think it’s safe to say I have a type

[buffalobillsofficial]

Tom Brady's BetMGM Super Bowl ad bloopers

for @tampatom12

[sco07ut]

sorry rvb followers i’m just slightly insane over ghosts at the moment 🫶

the other day i was listening to some music when green finch and linnett bird happened to start playing and it absolutely broke me. it’s such a thomas/isabelle song (more specifically isabelle’s pov living out the rest of her days with francis and reminiscing over the brief frisson she had with thomas)

but then that was too agonising so to make it up to myself i settled on a modern au where they both live and develop an adorable qpr with each other <333 (you can claw aro!thomas from my cold cold dead hands)

[issie-https]

𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑺𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑴, 𝑻𝑶𝑴 𝑲𝑬𝑰𝑭𝑬𝑹

✧༺𝒕𝒐𝒎 𝒌𝒆𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓༻✧

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝐾𝑒𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕: 𝑁𝑜

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 ’𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝐷𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟’ 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙?

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑆𝑒𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔 𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙

𝑨/𝒏: 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 ’𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑦’ 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑚 𝑏𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑛𝑑. 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1594

𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒆𝒔 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑺𝒉𝒆,𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

We arrived at the party, my girlfriend decked head to toe in gifts and diamonds from me. "I'm just going to touch up my powder," she said before heading to the bathroom. I'm her words, she isn't tending her makeup, she's tending to her drug addiction — the small glass vial in her purse that was brimmed with cocaine aiding her through the evening.

She came back out, her fingers wiping her nose while her open-toed shoes clicked on the floor, walking her back over to my side. "All topped off?" I asked. "Ready to go," she smiled — her hand giving me a slight glimpse of the condom in her purse. "Not now. For fucks sake," I whispered in her ear. Normally at a party, we'll never spend more that five minuets before running off to the nearest bathroom.

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑺𝒐 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏,𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒚 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉

"Y/n! You look lovely," Eric's girlfriend complimented her, giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek. "Thank you. It's a new dress," she falsely smiled. The dress in question was a brand new dress from Chanel, the colour being her main colour, red. Y/n never really liked Eric's girlfriend, but then again, Y/n really never liked anyone except me and of course, herself. I could tell from her gaze that she wanted to end the conversation immediately — her eyes staring daggers.

Before the conversation was over, the event photographer came over, immediately grabbing Y/n's attention and making her pivot to face him. Her signature bright smile took place on her face, sending a rush through my body. As the photographer walked away, I turned to her — "you love the camera." "Wrong, the camera loves me," she replied.

She placed a quick kiss to my cheek before walking away to grab a drink from the bar. I adore her. The way she walks, the way she talks, the way she looks at me, just everything about her is perfect. She has her cocaine and I have her. If only she loved me as much as the addictive white powder, the shoes, the diamonds, the dresses, the bags and everything else I buy her. But just like a drug — it's not easy to leave her.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚

𝑪𝒂𝒏,𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔?

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

She sat there at the bar, sipping her martini, glancing around the room and judging everyone by her standard. Every glance at someone, she'd make a disguised look. If she thought someone looked good or worthy of her time, she'd smirk slightly, once again, sending a shiver down my spine and a rush through my body. On the other hand, if she thought someone looked out of place or a waste of time and space, she'd shift in her seat and slightly ruffle her nose.

𝑰𝒕,𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒚

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚

𝑰𝒕,𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆

𝑺𝒉𝒆,𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎

After judging everyone, she played with the new diamond ring on her finger, judging the diamond and band as well. Every one of her past relationships has been with a wealthy, accomplished man that can — and will — buy her the world and more.

She often thinks about her past relationships with CEO's, rockstars who are rolling in money and drugs or anyone that has money and she can get her hands on. The problem is, she can have anyone she wants. Her perfect hair, face, smile, body and legs making her the perfect woman that any man would love to call his, to have on his arm, to cherish and spoil. That also being a problem, she's never yours — it's just your turn with her. She may say she's yours, she might sleep with you, she might let you spoil her, but at the end of the day, she never belongs to anyone except herself and her material items.

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎 (𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚)

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎 (𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚) (𝒙6)

The thing is, I know she uses me for my money, god do I know it. People have pointed it out, the press have pointed it out, everyone has pointed it out. I just don't care. She's my fucking drug and I'm shoulder deep in my addiction — to far gone to get help. I don't want to get help, I've already got her. For now, she's mine and I'm hers.

It's an honour for any man to get a woman like her, no matter if she's with him for his money or for love. She's the epitome of perfect and right now, she's mine. All fucking mine.

𝑺𝒊𝒙 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, ,𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓, 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

She walked back over to me, lacing her arm through mine. "I've opened a tab for us," she said, placing a kiss on my cheek. "Okay, thank you," I smiled, handing her my wallet in advance for the end of the night. She took out a hundred bill and a fifty bill and skipped it into her purse before handing the leather back to me.

Her love for money is deep and dark. It's her muse, her reason to keep going. It's her aid and supplies her with happiness. More often than not, she'll use bills for her coke, combining her two favourite things. For some people, it's chocolate and strawberries. For y/n, it's money and drugs.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖,𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆

𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

She's always said that she wants to end up with someone that spends their money wisely. By her definition, wisely is on her and only her. Buying her diamonds, a house, cars, shoes and more. I can be that for her. I will be that for her. I won't let anyone else have her. She's mine.

I've bought her everything she's asked for plus much more. She's had at least five diamond rings, two diamond necklaces and three diamond bracelets. Many, many pearl jewellery pieces. Two cars already — a Ferrari and a Mercedes. And we recently bought a house "together". Our together meaning I buy it and she lives in it.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒚 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖,𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 (𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔)

𝑬𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉

She's always chased men. It never really seems like it but it's like using a magnifying glass on a document, reading the fine print and finding what it actually is. Everyone just looks at her and assumes she immediately gets who she wants when in reality, it's more of a project for her.

She picks her victim, sweet talks him, lures him into her web and traps him before draining him and kicking him away. Swiftly moving onto the next when she gets tired or doesn't get what she wants. No one will ever be enough for her.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚

𝑪𝒂𝒏,𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔?

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

She went off to the toilets again, once again to touch up her powder. I could tell she already wanted to leave, having enough of everyone and just wanting to go home already. I wanted to go home too, but for a different reason. I needed her, my cock was painfully hard in my pants all because of her.

𝑰𝒕,𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒚

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚

𝑺𝒉𝒆,𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆

𝑺𝒉𝒆,𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎

She came back over to me, still dusting the cocaine from below her nose. "Missed some," I said, wiping under her nose. "Thank you," she smiled — "drinks?". "I'll go get them, mingle for a bit so we can get home quicker. I need you," I whispered the last bit in her ear before walking to the bar.

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎 (𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚)

𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎 (𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒚) (𝒙6)

"One Jack Daniels and a porn star martini please," I said to the bartender before turning to where y/n was talking to Jeff and Eric's girlfriends. She was showing off her new stuff, flaunting it as she should. I love when she shows off what I buy her, it's like she's showing off how loyal I am to her.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

Between each relationship, she's been seen in public wearing at least one item from each boyfriend. Self comforting with her possessions. Her gifts are always a comfort to her, easing her pain, making her feel better in the worst of times.

While she never stays with one man forever, she never leaves her diamonds, bags and shoes. They're always with her in her jewellery box, there when she needs a cry. It's like they talk to her. For some people, they go to therapy. For y/n, she goes to her jewellery.

We drank our drinks, said our goodbyes to everyone and headed home. She'd gotten me all worked up. I need her and from the way she was rubbing her thighs together, I know she needed me too.

[artyandink]

Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen

Summary: “I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

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(divider credits go to @cafekitsune)

A/N - Inspired by Take Me Home by @zepskies

A/N 2 - Him in this outfit is MMM

five - make him hurt, make me bleed

PREVIOUSLY ON LMF:

A man with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes strolled into the newly opened diner where Olivia met Tom, whistling under his breath. His phone was on, a photo of him and a redheaded woman displaying a ring on the lock screen, a heart drawn around her made up face. A worker called Dan put down his mop, strolling over with a sunny smile. “Evening, sir, can I help you?”

“Yeah, thanks, man.” The man nodded with a friendly grin, eyes darting around the room as his fingers fiddled in his pocket. “I’m, uh, I’m lookin’ for my son. His name’s Tom Holden. Have you seen him?”

“He went off with a girl, Olivia Barlowe, earlier.” Dan informed, hand running through his hair as he gauged the man’s character. “Why, you have something to tell him? I can pass the message on, y’know.”

“Oh, that’d be great.” He took out a notebook from the inside of his jacket, writing an address in neat handwriting before ripping it out and handing it to Dan with a chuckle, his cerulean eyes twinkling. “Just tell him his old man’s in town, yeah?” 

“Does his old man have a name?” Dan raised an eyebrow with a small smirk as he folded the paper, careful not to read the address since it was a breach of privacy.

“Oh! Oh, yeah.” The man nodded, looking down for a moment with a deep laugh before he glanced back up. “Harry. Harry Holden.”

NOW:

“Alright, you know what to do.” I gestured in front, leaning back in my seat as I glanced at Olivia. “We’re moving onto slower roads, so clutch, change gears.” She did as I asked, and I grinned, clapping as quietly as I could to not spook her. “Good work, sweetheart. You’re a natural, just like your mom.” We pulled up at a grocery store, so I grabbed my wallet, prepping to get out. “Hang tight, gun’s in the glovebox, keep the car door locked until you see me at the passenger’s door, ok?”

“Got it, auntie.” She nodded, so I relaxed, getting out of the car. I shut the door, making my way inside the store while whistling a little tune. I made a beeline for the fruits, picking up a basket on the way before picking out the best ones, dropping them into my basket. My whistling turned into a hum, brushing my curtain bangs out of my face before inspecting a box of strawberries.

“Sunflower, I’m plannin’ on making some strawberry cheesecake, do you think these are good?” Lucy held up a box of rasberries, grinning innocently because if she didn’t know. I smirked knowingly, and replaced the box of raspberries with a box of strawberries. “Oh! Thanks. Silly me.”

“Issy?” I was yanked reluctantly out of the memory, looking up and my blood running cold as I saw… Harry. A wide grin spread across his face as he stepped forward, tilting his head slightly. “It is you, oh, I knew it!” There he goes again with that British accent that makes my skin crawl. It used to make my knees weak.

“Harry.” I sighed, smiling politely, but it faltered when I saw Rhea walk up with… Tom. I locked eyes with the boy and it clicked instantly, a sharp pang of pain shooting through my chest. “And Tom’s… your son?”

“You know my boy?” Harry grinned, clapping Tom on the shoulder. “Well, my darling-” He held Rhea’s hand, which I noticed had a shiny ring on it, “and I adopted Tom a while ago. Rhea, you know Isabelle, right?”

“You’re Tom’s old friend, right?” The redhead smiled, putting out her hand. “Rhea Summers- no, sorry, Holden. Rhea Holden, neé Summers, it’s hard to compute.”

I shook her hand, forcing a chuckle, my mouth feeling dry. “Elle Joyner.”

“Three’s a crowd, but four’s a party.” I heard a familiar Texas accent behind me, and I instantly knew it was Beau, and he laid a protective hand on my shoulder. Harry’s eyebrow twitched, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as he glanced between Beau and I. “Who’s this, sweetheart?” He knew exactly who this was, so it confused me a little.

“Harry Holden.” Harry introduced, putting out his hand for Beau to shake, seemingly bothered and slightly intimidated since the man was taller than him. “I’m, uh, Elle’s old friend.” Beau’s eyebrow quirked, instantly clocking that Harry was lying. But he shook the latter’s hand anyway, adopting a smile.

“Sheriff Beau Arlen.” He introduced, putting unnecessary emphasis on the first word of the sentence. He then put his hand on my hip, drawing me closer in a manner that was almost possessive. “I’m Belle’s boyfriend.” Oh. Oh, we’re doing that. “Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah.” I nodded, then decided to play along, kissing Beau’s cheek (albeit I had to stand en pointe, and I am NO ballet dancer). I saw a tinge of red flood his cheeks, but he affectionately rubbed my side with a chuckle.

“Your boyfriend.” Harry repeated quietly before clearing his throat and raising his voice slightly. “Well, Olivia will be seeing Tom tonight, won’t she? I’ll drop her off, if that’s ok.”

“Mhmm, yeah, it’s ok. I’ll, uh, see you tonight.” I nodded, swallowing as Beau’s grip felt more prominent on my hip, as if he tightened it slightly. When Harry, Rhea and Tom trotted off like the happy family I seldom had but wanted, I turned to Beau with an apologetic look. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did.” He smirked, kissing my cheek in what I assumed was revenge, because my ears went red, my eyes widening slightly as I swallowed on a dry throat.

So… more of an attempt.

In the dimly lit basement of an abandoned warehouse, Cal Joyner found himself bound to a rusty chair, the metallic restraints digging into his flesh, adding to the weight of fear and desperation already bearing down on him. The flickering bulb overhead cast erratic shadows that danced across the grimy walls, framing his captors—members of a notorious crime syndicate—as they loomed over him with a menacing presence.

Remy, a burly man with a scarred face and eyes as cold as steel, stepped forward and snarled, "You think we're playing games here, Cal? We want Lucy's phone, and we want it now."

Cal's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape that didn't exist. His pulse raced, and his throat felt dry. "I already told you, I don't have it!" he protested, his voice strained with a mixture of fear and defiance. "I don't know where it is."

Beside Remy, another thug with a menacing smirk etched into his features cracked his knuckles. "Maybe you need a little more convincing," he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice.

Cal's thoughts flashed back to that haunting night six years ago when Lucy, his beloved daughter, was taken from him. The pain was still raw, a wound that refused to heal. The memory of her murder lingered like a relentless specter, its grip tightening with each passing moment. And now, these men were threatening his only remaining daughter.

"You touch Elle," Cal spat, his eyes burning with defiance, "and I swear—"

The thug cut him off with a menacing laugh. "Oh, we will touch her, Cal. Unless you start being honest with us."

Cal's jaw clenched, his mind racing through a fog of fear and desperation. He was backed into a corner, and lying was second nature to him, even in this dire circumstance. "I already told you, Lucy's phone is gone. Destroyed."

Remy's patience wore thin. He seized Cal by the collar, his grip like iron. "Listen, you scum. We know you're lying. Lucy kept everything on that phone—information that could bury our client, and he paid a large sum o’ money for our services. We like to deliver. So, we want it back, and we'll tear this whole town apart if we have to."

Cal's eyes flickered towards the door, his thoughts scrambling for a way out. But the goon's grip tightened, yanking him back into the harsh reality of his predicament.

"Last chance, Cal," Remy growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Where. Is. The. Phone?"

In that tense moment, Cal's mind raced. He thought of his daughter, of the desperate need to protect her as she tried to protect him. He had to buy time, he had to think. "I don’t know!" he blurted out, his voice trembling. "I… don’t know."

The thug exchanged a skeptical glance with Remy before nodding. "You've got twenty-four hours. If you don't come up with answers, we'll bring Elle here."

As the syndicate members filed out of the room, leaving Cal alone with his thoughts, he sagged against the chair, his heart heavy with dread. The cold sweat that had formed on his brow trickled down his temple, and his hands shook uncontrollably.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm the tumultuous storm raging within him. The memories of Lucy flooded back—her bright smile, her laughter, her dreams shattered by a cruel twist of fate. He couldn't let the same fate befall his only remaining daughter. He had to find a way out of this, but the odds seemed insurmountable.

Hours passed in agonizing silence broken only by the distant sounds of the city outside—a world oblivious to the terror festering in this forsaken basement. Cal's mind raced through a labyrinth of regrets and fears, each turn leading him deeper into despair.

When the basement door creaked open once more, Cal's heart skipped a beat. The heavy thud of footsteps echoed through the dimly lit space as Remy and his men returned, their silhouettes casting elongated shadows against the grimy walls. The flickering bulb overhead bathed them in an eerie light, rendering their expressions unreadable beneath the dance of light and shadow.

Remy's gaze bore into Cal like steel. "Well, Cal, any revelations?" His voice was low and commanding, cutting through the tense silence that enveloped the basement.

Cal's throat felt dry as he searched desperately for words, any words that could appease these dangerous men. His mind raced, grappling with fear and uncertainty. "I've been trying to remember," he stammered, his voice hoarse with anxiety. "But it's all a blur. Please, just give me more time."

The thug standing beside Remy snorted dismissively. "Time's up, old man. We're not in the business of waiting."

Remy's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin like fraying rope. "You're testing our goodwill, Cal. That's dangerous territory."

Cal's pulse quickened as he felt the weight of their scrutiny bearing down on him. He knew he was running out of options, but the thought of Elle's safety propelled him forward, a flicker of determination igniting within the depths of his despair.

And then, as if a spark of inspiration had ignited in the darkness, Cal's gaze fell upon the shadows creeping along the walls—the same shadows that had become his silent allies in this harrowing ordeal.

"I remember something," Cal began, his voice steadier now, laced with a glimmer of hope amidst the prevailing fear. "It's a long shot, but... Lucy used to talk about a storage unit she kept for sentimental stuff. Maybe the phone is there."

Remy's eyes narrowed further, skepticism etched into every line of his scarred face. "Don't play games with us, Cal."

"I'm not," Cal insisted, the lie slipping effortlessly from his lips. "I'll take you there. Just... spare Elle."

The thug exchanged a meaningful glance with Remy, their silent communication speaking volumes of the danger that lingered in the air. After a tense moment of deliberation, Remy finally nodded, a glimmer of reluctant acceptance in his eyes.

"Fine, Cal," Remy relented, his voice tinged with caution. "You've got one chance. Lead the way."

Relief flooded through Cal like a rushing tide, though he masked it behind a façade of determination. He knew he was treading on thin ice, balancing on a knife's edge between deception and survival. But for his youngest’s sake, he would navigate this treacherous path with unwavering resolve.

As they unbound him from the rusty chair, Cal's limbs felt heavy with both exhaustion and renewed purpose. He rose to his feet, the cold basement air biting against his skin as he prepared to embark on this perilous journey.

Together, they ascended from the depths of the basement, stepping out into the frigid embrace of the night. The distant sounds of the city seemed muffled, drowned out by the weight of their shared secrets and impending dangers.

Cal led the way through narrow alleyways, empty highways and deserted streets for hours that felt like days, his mind racing with the urgency of their mission. Each step forward carried the weight of uncertainty, a delicate dance between deceit and salvation.

The storage unit Lucy had mentioned existed on the outskirts of town—a forgotten corner obscured by neglect and urban decay. As they approached the weathered metal door, Cal's heart hammered against his chest with a mixture of apprehension and hope.

He fumbled with the lock, the metallic clink resonating in the silence of the night. With a creak, the door swung open, revealing a dimly lit interior cluttered with dusty boxes and forgotten relics.

Remy and his men followed closely behind, their wary eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of deception. Cal's gaze swept over the disarray, his memories of Lucy flooding back with a poignant ache.

"She kept it somewhere here," Cal murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He moved cautiously through the labyrinth of forgotten treasures, his hands trembling with a mixture of anticipation and dread. He searched desperately, found object after object, but no phone. He knew that the game was up, that his lies had only gotten so far. “I swear, it’s here-” He collapsed in a crumpled, lifeless heap as a gunshot rang out through the hollow space, smoke pluming from Remy’s gun as he blew it off.

“My patience wore thin.” Remy’s sighed, storing the gun back in its holster. He turned to the rest of his team, nodding resignedly. “You lot know what to do.”

Markham poured himself a glass of wine, trying to settle his nerves as he set the table for dinner. Olivia was visiting for the weekend, as she did when no one was at home, per the arrangement with her aunt. Markham’s relationship with Olivia was polite but distant, a delicate balance between the roles of stepfather and guardian. He often struggled to connect with her, unsure of how to bridge the gap that had formed between them over the years.

When Olivia entered the dining room, her eyes brightened at the sight of the beautifully set table. “Wow, this looks amazing, Mark,” she said with a warm smile, taking her seat.

Mark nodded, attempting a smile in return. “Thank you, Olivia. I’m glad you’re here.” He cleared his throat, trying to find the right words to broach the subject that had been weighing heavily on his mind. “How have you been, sweetheart?”

Olivia glanced up from her plate, her expression softening. “I’ve been good, thank you,” she replied politely. “School’s going well. Aunt Isa says hi, by the way.”

“That’s good to hear,” Mark said, trying to hide his disappointment at the mention of Olivia’s aunt. “Listen, Liv, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about.”

Olivia looked up curiously, her fork pausing midway to her mouth. “Sure, what is it?”

Mark took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. “I’ve been thinking… maybe it’s time for a change. I know you’ve been living with your aunt for a while now, but I’d like you to consider staying with me permanently.”

Olivia’s eyes widened in surprise, and then her brow furrowed slightly. “Oh,” she said softly, setting her fork down. “I… I appreciate that, Mark, but I really like living with Aunt Isa. She’s been taking care of me for so long, and I feel comfortable there.”

“I understand,” Mark replied, trying to keep his tone even. “But I think it would be good for us to spend more time together, to get to know each other better.”

Olivia fidgeted with her napkin, a troubled look crossing her face. “It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you, Mark. You’re nice to me and everything. It’s just… Aunt Isa has always been there for me. She’s like a second mom.”

Mark’s heart sank a little at Olivia’s words. He had hoped that she would see him as more than just a distant figure in her life. “I see,” he said quietly, hiding his disappointment behind a forced smile. “Well, I want you to be happy, Olivia. That’s the most important thing.”

Olivia nodded, her expression apologetic. “I’m sorry, Mark. I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Mark said, his voice tinged with sadness. “I just want what’s best for you.”

The rest of the dinner passed in strained conversation, both Mark and Olivia making an effort to keep things light. As they finished their meal, Mark cleared his throat again, summoning the courage to address the inevitable.

“Well, Olivia,” he began, “it’s getting late. I should take you back to your aunt’s place.”

Olivia nodded, pushing her plate aside. “Okay,” she said quietly, her eyes downcast.

Mark stood up and walked around the table to where Olivia was sitting. He placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to convey a sense of reassurance. “Thank you for coming over, Olivia. I always enjoy having you here.”

Olivia looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Thank you, Mark. I’m sorry I can’t… you know…”

Mark smiled sadly, squeezing her shoulder gently. “It’s alright, Olivia. Maybe one day things will be different.”

Olivia nodded, offering him a small, grateful smile. “Yeah. Maybe.”

Mark fetched his keys and jacket, and together they made their way to the door. Olivia grabbed her coat and bag, her movements slow and deliberate.

Outside, Mark held open the car door for Olivia, waiting patiently as she settled into the passenger seat. As he drove towards her aunt’s house, the silence between them was heavy with unspoken words.

When they arrived, Mark pulled up in front of the house and turned off the engine. He turned to Olivia, his expression earnest. “Take care of yourself, Olivia,” he said softly.

Olivia nodded, her eyes shining. “You too, Mark.”

I opened the door, adopting a wide smile as I ignored the mixture of red, blue and green cars, along with a random black sedan, as my eyes focused on Olivia, her golden curls bouncing as she bounded up to me. She threw her arms around me, and I returned it with a laugh. “I missed you too, gumdrop.” I grinned, kissing her hair. “C’mon, I got ice cream.” I led her inside, closing the door with a curt nod to Mark. “What flavour are you feelin’ tonight? Vanilla or mint chocolate chip?”

“How about both?”

“I like the way you think.” I smirked, going to the freezer and pulling out the two tubs. “We’re gonna have this snack before heading to the sheriff’s trailer, because he hosts movie night. That ok with you?” I gave her a soft smile, only willing to go if she was.

However, her eyes lit up and so did the rest of her face, a broad grin spreading on her lips. “Yeah, of course! I still can’t get over the fact that my aunt has movie nights with the sheriff.” Olivia smirked. “Is there something you’re not telling me-?”

“Olivia Autumn Barlowe, where do you get these ideas from?” I passed her a bowl of ice cream with a laugh. “Jenny, Cassie and Carla will be there too.” I gave her a stern look, but couldn’t help but break into giggles again alongside her. “You’re insufferable.”

“You love me.”

“I do.” I was about to open my mouth, but there was a loud bang on the door. My hand rubbed my exposed forearm from where my plaid shirt’s sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, a small frown on my face as another, more forceful bang shook the doorframe. It didn’t sound like it’d hold, and the many men’s voices from outside told me that this was a situation that I needed to get Olivia out of. I grabbed the keys to the back door just as a look of terror crossed her pretty features, breaking my heart.

“A-Auntie? What’s going on?” She whispered, looking to me with pleading eyes. I walked over quickly, acting on my feet and putting the keys in her hand.

“I don’t know. But you need to go.” I gripped her shoulders tight, my eyes flickering to the door, which was echoing- bang, bang, bang - and making it hard to think as the door rattled on what I knew were now flimsy hinges. “Out of the back door, ok? Our phones are upstairs, so there’s no time to get ‘em. Don’t get in the car, they might see you. Just run, keep on running, you know where Sheriff Arlen’s trailer is. Go tell him what’s happening, and he has backup with him already, ok? I need you to be strong for me and stay calm, alright?” Tears were starting to well up in her eyes, so I hugged her quickly, then kissed her forehead. “Please, sweetie. Run.” And she did what she was told right as the door busted down. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer, ready to attack. Five men rushed in, all younger, taller, and with stronger builds.

There’s no way I was winning this fight.

“There’s Cal Joyner’s little girl.” One of them smirked, stepping towards me. “And she’s got a knife.”

“She’s a pretty little thing.” Another added with a matching wolffish grin. “D’you reckon we should have our fun with her?” The statement made my blood run cold and heart thank my mind over and over that I got Olivia out.

“Not if she’s wielding that pigstick.”

“That won’t be a problem, Yates, we’ll have that out of her hands in seconds.”

“Don’t you dare.” I spoke up, holding the knife out cautiously, trying to remain strong. “Deputy Elle Joyner, Sheriff’s Department. Tell me what you’ve done to Cal.”

“Cal’s got a bullet in his brain, sugar lips.” The one at the front chuckled, stepping forward, and with one clean swipe, his beefy hand knocked the knife out of my hand, another fist connecting with my cheek and knocking me to the floor. My fingers touched my bloody lip gingerly, but I found my back crashing through the glass coffee table, the shards slicing my clothes and skin. My brain tried to compute the pain as I let out a small groan, even more so when the wood of my dining table chair came into view. I rolled over, letting it hit my back with a strangled cry.

Olivia was running like her life depended on it- or her aunt’s, more accurately, sprinting over to Beau’s trailer with her legs pumping and tears flying from her pretty blue eyes.

“Say, is Belle gonna take any longer?” Beau chuckled deeply, his fingers drumming on the chair leg.

“Give her some time, Beau.” Carla chastised. “She has a life.”

“Yeah, Beau.” Jenny smirked, nudging him with a cheeky grin.

“You tell her, Carla.” Cassie added with a giggle, and when Beau looked to Emily for support, she shrugged in a way that said ‘don’t look at me’.

“You inducted my daughter into your little support group.” Beau faux-gasped. “I’ll never forgive you. Never-”

“SHERIFF!” Olivia came bounding up the driveway, and all of them sensed right away that something was seriously wrong. Beau met her halfway, catching Olivia as she practically collapsed into his arms with rasping, shaky breaths, on the verge of having a panic attack.

“Easy, Liv, sweetheart, what’s going on?” He asked with a frown, stroking her hair in an attempt to calm her down. “Shh, easy, talk to me.”

“It’s A-Aunt Isa!” She cried, holding onto him like a lifeline. The sentence made Jenny, Cassie and Carla stand up, the latter gesturing for Emily to stay put. “Some men s-started breaking d-down the door, s-she told me to run; why did I run-”

“I’ve got you.” Beau nodded, sharing a look with Jenny and Cassie. “Your aunt’s gonna be ok. I’m gonna go with Jenny. You stay here, with Carla and Cassie, alright? I won’t let anythin’ happen to her, sweetheart. I promise.” Then he turned to Jenny, grabbing his keys from a side table. “Hoyt, let’s go.”

“I’ll call for an ambulance.” Jenny announced, pulling out her phone as they rushed to Beau’s car, Jenny’s panicked voice and the emergency line operator filling the atmosphere. After a drive that felt like an eternity, they pulled up at their destination and almost leapt out to find the door ajar and shards of glass and splinters of wood on the floor, along with a stain of red that only sent chills down their bones.

“BELLE!” Beau yelled as he ran inside, and the moment he saw my body, lying weak, barely conscious and covered in blemishes and remnants of blows, he fell to his knees beside me. I recognised his face only barely, a short, raspy breath leaving my mouth as I tried to say his name. Was Olivia ok? Is she safe? Of course she is, otherwise Beau wouldn’t have found me- God, my everything hurts. “Hoyt- Hoyt! I need an ETA on the ambulance.” Panic riddled his voice as he checked me over. “I-It’s bad, J-Jenny, it’s bad, she’s bruised all over- what did those bastards do to her?” He looked down at me, my eyes meeting his pretty green ones as he smoothed back my hair from my face. “Stay with me, Deputy. Don’t go passin’ on me now, don’t you dare.”

I tried to whisper out anything at all, but my lungs and/or ribs hurt too much.

I woke up groggily in Beau’s cabin for the third time this week, rubbing my forehead as I grunted softly, propping myself up on the pillows. Beau now no longer trusted the safety of my own house, which had now become a crime scene, therefore prompting him to insist that I stay at his trailer while Dean took care of Olivia. I had taken a beating that day, and my limbs felt like Jello.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” Beau stepped in with an affectionate smile, sitting down beside my legs, his hand on my knee while his thumb stroked it. “You doin’ better?”

“Physically, yes.” I nodded, sighing dejectedly as I took in the angry red marks on my forearms. He tried to meet my eyes with what looked like concern add even pity flashing behind his.

“And… emotionally?”

“I…” I bit my lip, frowning as I looked down at my hands. The hands of the law, or so I claim. “I just feel useless, Sheriff.”

“Useless?” He looked incredulous, his hand tightening on my knee. “T-The hell you calling useless, Belle?”

“Me.” I sighed, licking my lips nervously. “I have been so… weak lately. I’ve taken but after hit and… I was a niece to protect. If I can’t protect myself, how can I protect her from others? I feel like I’ve failed her, Sheriff. I’ve failed my baby.” My voice cracked at the end, the pain tearing at my heart.

“Your first instinct was to protect Liv.” He assured. “You didn’t think of anyone else before her. You got her to safety first, and I’d label that a damn good aunt, Belle. She’s safe and sound. No longer in danger, and she’s with her dad. She’s ok.”

I nodded. “I guess I can rest now.”

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hiiiiiii 🎨

now. fair warning. this got LONG. so. sorry about that. you're just too talented.

okay but i just saw this graphic so. that's the favorite right now 'cause the colours? the style? the concept? the space/magic vibes? devastating for me in particular? the font/style choice in the 'la pista magica'? stunning. 'cause the edges aren't smooth? they have a bit of texture to them, which i LOVE 'cause it makes them look like ink? like they've been written on paper?

BUT. moving on to more of your things 'cause i can't name just ONE of your things to be my favorite.

the first edit i ever saw of yours was the bottle cap series? which. i still LOVE them. the way you gave each of them such a different personality/vibe. my favorites are 'hamilton's seltzer' and 'tsunoda's strawberry soda' but i love ALL of them and i fully intend to buy all of them the next time i order from redbubble 👀

now. we absolutely cannot talk about your edits without bringing up your race poster series. 'cause. i might have said that your most recent poster was my fave but. it's got some TOUGH competition there. the zandvoort, the belgian, the hungarian, the silverstone, the austrian, the spanish. like. do you EVER miss? i say not. now. to stop this from getting veryVERY long. some cliff notes. the zandvoort one brings out some real 'spending the day at the beach' vibes. and the simple colours makes it long real nice in juxtaposition to the hungarian one 👀 'cause that also has simple colours but much darker ones? now. the belgian one. i LOVELOVELOVE old american national park posters? so you being inspired by them when making that one? for me actually 😌 the silverstone ones? all bangers. a very different vibe to the other posters but so clean and beautiful? the bright colours all look so nice together. they would all make beautiful posters on their own but together? there's just something special then. now. the austrian one. MIGHT be the actual fave. it's difficult af 'cause they're. ALL. faves. but. it's SO FREAKING COOL??????? it's the same sort of style as your pinned post and your galex aka THE BEST FUCKING STYLE??????? but DAMN, it must take an eternity and a half to make??????? the different text styles, finding colours that match nicely together but also stand out on their own? figuring out what to WRITE???? all the little comments??? 'indycar? logan sargeant app launch!' OUCH. in hindsight. 'williams? alpine? sauber? the big question' HILARIOUS. in hindsight. now. NOW. we get to another one where i'm like. is THIS one? actually my favorite?? 'cause. the spanish gp one??? so simple? but so stunning? really gives off old school vibes and i fuck with that. and there's NOTHING superfluous there? it has everyhing it needs and not a bit more. it just makes the rainbow track stand out even more.

+ bonus faves

this alex one. it just- i LOVE the style you went with for the car? so much? it just gives me. balloon? vibes? one of those novelty balloons you get from a clown? idk. it's hard to describe but i lovelovelove it.

this one for miami/logan 'cause i would LOVE to have this on my wall/slanted ceiling with the rest of my art/postcards that's on there. i know it's technically a recreation of the days of thunder poster but with an f1 twist but i would argue it's actually better than the days of thunder poster 'cause it doesn't have any tom cruise on it. 10/10. would buy. (sorry issy. not a cruise fan 😅)

this paramore one. once again. WOULD and WILL buy this as a poster when i make my next redbubble order. 'cause. i. love. space. so. much. and i just love this piece so much 'cause it's quite simple but also very beautiful.

your 'meet deafleppard' one? absolutely. BAFFLINGLY good. like. how does one even? (also i'm still freaking curious what your beef with pinocchio is????)

this lewis one????????? 'cause. 'don't call it a comeback. i've been here for years'? *CHEF'S KISS* combining ll cool j and lewis is the best fucking decision ever. actually.

the galex one????? no words. just stab me. 'he's always been at the front in everything he's done and i don't know what the hell is going on and i feel really bad form him because's hes being made to look like an idiot and he's absolutely not' INSANE to include. they drive me crazy. (also i adore the little gif like sections? the little moving heart/etc)

this seb one. 'cause. yes. (again. would put on my wall.)

send me a 🎨 and i'll tell you my favourite gifset/edit/fic/art piece/fanvid/etc of yours

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Kim Youngdae - Cupo 4.1 - Poppy

Havana Rose Liu - Cupo 1.2 - Sofi

Lee Seyoung - Cupo 5.2 - Kokkiri

Ozge Yagiz - Eva

Camilla Morrone - Cupo D7 + 16.2 - Kitty

Drew Starkey - Cupo 15.2 - Kitty

Mookda Narinrak - Cupo 12.2 - Novita

Hwang Inyeop - Cupo D2 - Novita

Jung Jaewon - Sae

Force Jiratchapong - Dal

Jung Somin - Cupo D4 - Dal

Jimmy Jitaraphol - Cupo 14.2 - Aqua

Hong Kyung - Cupo 6.1 - Aqua

Park Hyungsik - Familia 5 - Ribbon

Lucy Boynton - Cupo D6 + Cupo 1.1 - Hui

Margaret Qualley - Plum

Sang Heon Lee - Cupo 4.3 - Plum

Choi Wooshik - Helium

Cha Hakyeon - Cupo 4.2 - Buffy

Aslihan Malbora - Buffy

Hayley Law - Cupo 6.2 - Amapola

Barbara Palvin - Cupo 13.2 - Berry

Seo Kangjoon - Cupo D9 - Berry

Elizabeth Olsen - Jas

Seo Inguk - Houd

Choi Miyeon - Cupo 9.1 - Juno

Adelaide Kane - Cupo 7.1 - Barbie

David Corenswet - Myers

Madelyne Cline - Myers

Tian Xiwei - Cupo 10.1 - Apodo a definir

Paul Mescal - Cupo 15.1 - Blue

Greta Onieogou - Cupo D5 + Cupo 2.1 - Mualani

Afra Saraçoğlu - Cupo 12.2 - Lluvia

Florence Pugh - Cupo 3.3 - Roan

Victoria Justice - Airi

Hande Ercel - Cupo 11.1 - Júpiter

Kim Jiyeon - Cupo 11.2 - Yoru

Boran Kuzum - Cupo 12.1 - Pipe

Im Jinah - Bambi

Dai Gao Zheng - Cupo D8 - Nanami

Lee Junho - Malva

Jung Haein - Ray

Ashley Moore - Pipe

Avan Jogia - Petunia

Willa Fitzgerald - Amapola

Ayo Edebiri - Cupo 4.4 - Petunia

Rowoon - Nebula

Chae Jonghyeop - Cupo 17.2 - Uva

Davika Hoorne - Cupo 9.2 - Panecito

Arnas Fedaravičius - Mora

Ana de Armas - Mar

Kim Sejeong - Blue

Ji Changwook - Coppola

Ahn Hyoseop - Familia 3 - Jas

Luke Mitchell - Familia 4 - Mar

Chase Sui Wonders - Ellie

Lee Sangyi - Issy

Harris Dickinson - Cuti

Theo James - Barbie

Han Sohee - Kori

Tom Blyth - Kori

Bae Joohyun - Blossom

Jung Chaeyeon - Hidden

Celeste Cortesi - Starla

𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗢𝗦 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗦 y que aún pueden ser reservados:

Cupo 12.2

De existir un error en cualquiera de las listas les pedimos por favor se acerquen a nosotros para corregirlo lo antes posible y nos disculpamos también por la tardanza y posibles errores que podrían verse en el main durante los primeros días. Les agradecemos de todo corazón el interés y apoyo mostrado hasta el momento.

[sageglobalresponse]

Meet 4 British-Nigerians who won UK parliament seats

The British citizens on Thursday, July 4, 2024, trooped out to the polling units to elect members of parliament that will form a new government.

In the election, the Labour Party won overwhelmingly to secure 412 seats out of 650 to end the 14-year rule of the Conservatives, reports Saturday PUNCH.

Consequently, the Labour leader, Keir Starmer has been officially appointed as the British Prime Minister, after Rishi Sunak conceded defeat and resigned as Tory leader.

Presenting, four prominent British-Nigerians were victorious at the polls:

Kemi Badenoch returns as Tory MP despite Conservatives’ ouster

Renowned British-Nigerian in the United Kingdom Parliament, Kemi Badenoch, won her seat in North West Essex in the July 4 Parliamentary elections.

Badenoch was re-elected as a Conservative Party member of Parliament despite a landslide loss of the Tories to the Labour Party.

She won with 19,360 votes defeating her main challenger, Labour’s Issy Waiter, who garnered 16,750 votes.

Speaking shortly after her victory at the polls, Badenoch said, “Many of my friends and colleagues have lost their seats. They have served their country with distinction. Their service will never be in vain. But the public have spoken and they have said loud and clear that the Conservatives have lost their trust.”

Born on January 2, 1980, Badenoch served as Britain’s Secretary of State for Business and Trade from 2023 to 2024. She also served as the President of the Board of Trade and Minister for Women and Equalities from 2022 to 2024.

Resilient, bold and diligent, Badenoch was tipped to succeed the immediate past UK Prime Minister, Rishi Sunak, as she showed interest after Liz Truss resigned in October 2022.

The 44-year-old British politician has been in the UK Parliament representing Saffron Walden as an MP from 2017.

Badenoch studied Computer Systems Engineering at the University of Sussex and got a Master’s degree in 2003. She also studied Law at Birkbeck, University of London.

She got married to Hamish Badenoch in 2012 and is blessed with three children.

Businessman Bayo Alaba wins Newcastle for Labour Party

British-Nigerian businessman, Bayo Alaba, won the Southend East and Rochford for Labour Party.

Alaba won with 15,395 votes against the Conservative Party’s candidate, Gavin Haran with 11,368 votes.

Widely known as a successful former Parachute Regiment soldier, and youth mentor, Alaba is currently serving as the first black councillor for the London Borough of Redbridge.

Born and raised in Forest Gate, east London, Alaba is a Board Trustee for Phoenix Resource Centre, a sustainable charity with operations in the UK and abroad.

Commenting on his victory, Alaba said, “The people of Southend East Rochford have put their trust in our changed Labour Party. Now is the time to deliver.

“This will be the greatest thing of my life. I will work every day to repay the trust you put in me,” he added.

Former Shadow Minister, Taiwo Owatemi who staged comeback

A former Member of Parliament of Nigerian descent, Taiwo Owatemi, also won the UK Parliament election in Coventry North West for the Labour Party.

Owatemi polled 19,696 votes to defeat her main rival, Tom Mercer from the Tories, who secured 8,522 votes.

She served as the Shadow Minister for Women and Equalities from September 2021 to September 2022.

Born on July 22, 1992, Owatemi who grew up in Plumstead was first elected into the UK Parliament in 2019.

The 31-year-old politician got a Master’s degree in Pharmacy from the University of Kent. She worked at a cancer unit in Dartford and Gravesham NHS Trust before venturing into politics.

Owatemi was a member of Labour Friends of Israel and part of the delegation that travelled to the country in February 2023.

After her victory in the election, Owatemi, who was a spokesperson for the Medical Research Council, said, “Words cannot express my gratitude to the people of Coventry North West. Your trust in me, in our shared vision, for a brighter future, is truly humbling.”

“It is the honour of my life to represent you and I will continue to work tirelessly to ensure your voices are represented,” she added.

Chi Onwurah continues winning streak

Chi Onwurah has been re-elected as an MP to represent Newcastle upon Tyne Central and West for the Labour Party in the UK Parliament election.

Onwurah came victorious with 18,875 votes on July 4 as the Labour Party recorded a landslide win that unseated the Tories.

Before the election, Onwurah born on April 12, 1965 was the Shadow Minister for Industrial Strategy.

The 59-year-old born in Wallsend, who was first elected into the UK Parliament in 2010, defeated her closest opponent Ashton Muncaster of the Reform Party who had 7,815 votes.

She attended Kenton School, Newcastle and got a degree in Electrical Engineering from Imperial College London.

In her remarks after the secured victory, Onwurah said, “Thank you from the Labour team to everyone in Newcastle Central and West for putting your confidence in Labour and electing me as your Member of Parliament. We will not let you down!”

[laresearchette]

Sunday, April 14, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: GO! GO! LOSER RANGER! (Disney + Star) BEACON 23 (MGM+) BLUEY: THE SIGN (Disney Junior) 7:00am/(Disney Channel Canada) 7:30am WWE’S MOST WANTED TREASURES (A&E Canada) 8:00pm THE 100TH: BILLY JOEL AT MADISON SQUARE GARDEN (Global) 9:00pm 24 IN 24: LAST CHEF STANDING (Food Network Canada) 9:00pm THE SYMPATHIZER (HBO Canada) 9:00pm SECRETS OF THE HELLS ANGELS (A&E Canada) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: 2024 CMT MUSIC AWARDS (CBS Feed) MR BATES VS THE POST OFFICE (PBS Feed)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

CRAVE TV THE SYMPATHIZER (Season 1, Episode 1) MUPPETS FROM SPACE SURF’S UP

GOLF (TSN5) 10:00am: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round - Amen Corner (TSN4) 10:00am: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round (TSN3) 10:00am: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round - Featured Groups (TSN3/TSN4) 2:00pm: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round (TSN/TSN3/TSN4/TSN5) 8:30pm: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Final Round (TSN/TSN3/TSN4/TSN5) 11:30pm: 2024 Augusta National Masters Golf: Masters Primetime

CURLING (SN) 10:00am: Grand Slam of Curling: Players' Championship: Women’s Final (SN360) 2:30pm: Grand Slam of Curling: Players' Championship: Men’s Final

2024 IIHF WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP (TSN) 1:00pm: Bronze Medal (TSN) 4:30pm: Pre-Game (TSN) 5:00pm: Gold Medal

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 1:00pm: Rockies vs. Jays (SN Now) 4:00pm: Cubs vs. Mariners (TSN2/TSN4) 7:00pm: Padres vs. Dodgers

NBA BASKETBALL (SN1) 1:00pm: Raptors vs. Heat (SN Now) 1:00pm: Bucks vs. Magic (SN1) 3:30pm: Lakers vs. Pelicans (TSN4) 10:00pm: Timberwolves vs. Lakers

MLS SOCCER (TSN2) 2:30pm: Atlanta vs. Philadelphia (TSN2) 4:30pm: St. Louis vs. Austin

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 6:00pm: Hurricanes vs. Chicago (SNWest) 8:00pm: Coyotes vs. Flames

ESCAPE TO THE CHATEAU: DIY (CBC) 7:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Brits run a chateaux in France with help from Dick Strawbridge and his wife, Angel.

BIG BROTHER CANADA (Global) 8:00pm

JUST FOR LAUGHS (CBC) 9:00pm: The legendary Eddie Izzard hosts this gala, featuring Nimesh Patel, Josie Long, Brandon Ash-Mohammed, Ophira Eisenberg and Tom Ballard.

SULLIVAN'S CROSSING (CTV) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): Maggie Sullivan returns to the Crossing to find Sully in the hospital, struggling with the feeling that he's forgotten something; Cal Jones is confused when Maggie gives him the cold shoulder, unaware that Lola pocketed his goodbye letter.

INTO THE DARK: I'M JUST F…ING WITH YOU (T&E) 9:00pm: A man and his sister endure a night of increasingly frightening practical jokes during a stay at a secluded motel.

BODY CAM: ON THE SCENE (Investigation Discovery) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): The streets turn deadly when the driver of a stolen vehicle tries to flee; a sheriff's K9 is let loose on its first pursuit; a spree of home invasions leads to a three-day manhunt.

WHEN CALLS THE HEART (Super Channel Heart & Home) 9:00pm: Elizabeth and Allie plan a birthday party for Nathan; Lee and Rosemary weigh business responsibilities against family time; Lucas settles into his role as governor.

PROSPER (Super Channel Fuse) 9:00pm: Moses is put into the hospital after a tragic accident, and the family prays for a miracle; Issy confronts Benji about his secret, and Dion and U Star are in hot water with Maddox's latest scandal.

THE CURSE OF OAK ISLAND (History Canada) 10:00pm: While the team uncovers a surprising find on Lot 5, members of the Fellowship arrive in Europe and immediately discover more Templar connections.

BRYAN'S ALL IN (HGTV Canada) 10:00pm: After successfully owning and operating three breweries, Rob and Taras want to expand their business to bring more jobs to their local community. With big dreams of creating a Brewer's Village to become a tourist destination and events venue.

THE CURSE OF OAK ISLAND: DRILLING DOWN (History Canada) 11:00pm: Matty Blake heads to Oak Island to dig deep on the scientific method that may solve the Oak Island mystery.

[vm4vm0]

James Blake - 'Can't Believe The Way We Flow' from Frank Lebon on Vimeo.

Crew

Director - Frank Lebon Production Company - Camera Club Executive Producer - Anastasia Ehrich Producer - Nat Baring, Jill Ferraro Production Coordinator - George Young, Celeste Doig Production Assistant - Maria Grierson, Ed Sullivan Location Manager - Celeste Doig

Dir of Photography - Molly Manning Walker Gaffer - Rory Cole 1st AC - Rory McLean Focus Puller - Benji Kirknan Loader - Saskia Dixie, James Wicks Grip - Tom North Grip Assistant - Brendan Senden BTS - Toby Haygarth

Colour Grade - Joseph Bicknell at Company3 Sound Design - Will Berger Film development - Cinelab UK

Costume Designer - Edie Ashley Costume Assistant - sashadavai, Kenya Lendo Cupid Jewellery Designer - Claire Barrow Make-up Artist - Andrea Gomez Anzola, Riona O'Sullivan, Natasha Lawes Hair & Make-Up - Elaine Lewanski

Executive Casting Director - Camilla Arthur Casting - Maxine Lankitus, Sarah Small, Charlotte Roberts, Rae Elliman

Moral Support - Uncle C

Cast

Bed - Alfie & Lucy Moving In - Narx & Cece First Time Sex - Issy & Sam Deathbed - Kenny & Nivashni Pregnant - Niamh,Bellamy & Tim Smokers - Joel & Edie Cooking - Nat & Bex Young & Old - Sophie & Declan Mirror - Geroge & Jill Illness - Calvin & Mia Babymum - Alicia & Mickey Roller Bladers - Lex & Teta Bus Stop - Carolynne & David Swimmers - Adam & Allie Gimp - Miss Ivy & Bobette Magicians - Rachel & Benjy Wedding - Nancy & Alex Chess - Bafic & Claire Nun & Preist - Jess & Josh Kids - Bonnie & Jack Teacher - Camilla Teenagers - Theo, Phoebe & Poppy Homeless - Zane & Florie James Blake - James Blake Falling Kiss - Dan & Eleanor Moving In - Ben & Kush Prison - Tristan & Phil Tall & Small - Karen & David Partygoers - Suren & Erinn Karate - Jeska & Harrison Dentist - Frank & Carmen Oligarch & Wife - Andrew & Madeline Stripper - Lauren & Shem Airport - Daphne & Valentine Cupid - Mark Lebon Animator - Orfeo & Phoebe Off To Work - Ben & Dudley

Special Thanks

Gimme5 Tyrone Lebon Mary Jane Michael Koperman Dinny Hall

[maekar-c]

Corrida Fúria de Dragões. Pt. 2

“          Majestoso como consegue ser, Blacksun rugiu a plenos pulmões pousando entre as arquibancadas. O negro das escamas brilhavam contra o sol poente do fim da tarde, ao passo que o fogo de Seasmoke tinha o mesmo tom na pista de corrida. - Sõvës, Blacksun. Sõvës! - Maekar pediu mal estando montado nas costas da fera alada, porém o dragão o obedeceu já alçando vôo em direção ao animal descontrolado deixando os gritos desesperados das pessoas às suas costas. 

Na pista de corrida, alguns membros do esquadrão se juntaram a Maekar tendo como missão aparente acalmar e capturar o dragão. Sua impecável formação em V indicava qual o plano: cercá-lo pelos flancos fazendo com que voasse caminho a frente. Charming assentiu em concordância muda tomando o seu lugar na ponta que unia ambas as filas, enquanto o animal enraivecido rugia e soltava fogo pelas ventas. 

Suas linhas foram se fechando, afunilando e cercando ainda mais Seasmoke que parecia não gostar da ameaça. Um ou outro companheiro soltaram as rédeas de seus animais e conjuraram feitiços e magia contra o animal e como quem responde desgostosamente, Seasmoke baforou seu quente hálito fumegante contra eles. - Sëter zaldrïzï ossÿngas. - Disse à Blacksun, este que lutava contra a vontade de sair da formação e ajudar os demais -- traço que partilhava com Maeka, a impulsividade e instintos aflorados. - Daor. Dohaerãs iksi. Azantyssy sÿz se sylvie issi. - Gritou por cima do barulho do vento em seus ouvidos. 

Tinha que se manter em seu lugar, se manter firme ao que foi treinado e orientado, mas seu coração pedia o contrario e Blakcsun sentia o mesmo. Maekar se limitou a ver seus compnaheiros irem ao fracasso em diversas tentativas e ficar parado apenas assistindo vai contra todo o seu corpo e sua natureza altruísta. Os castanhos olhos alternavam entre Seasmoke e os companheiros de unidade, bem como o capitão emcabeçando e guigando a todos gesticulando suas ordens. 

- Sylvie zandrïzï iksã. Zaldrïzï eman, Blacksun. Sõvës. - O animal rugiu em resposta consentindo ao comando acelerando vôo findando, aos poucos, sua distância com a fera cheia de fúria. - Likiri... - “O que está fazendo Charming?” Seasmoke esbravejava as suas labaredas fumegantes na direção de todos e foi no momento que Maekar saiu da sua formação, que o dragão descontrolado desferiu um golpe com sua calda com ambos que estavam ao seu lado. Se não tivesse saído, teria encontrado seu fim mais cedo.

Tinha o plano perfeito em sua mente. Controlaria o ar em volta do dragão para obrigá-lo a planar e os demais, com as redes, o laçaria numa trama de pesadas cordas de linho grosso e couro. “Charming, chame a atenção dele”. Não havia participado da maquinação de um plano, caso houvesse tido um, mas não estavam na mesma sintonia, entretanto, seu comando caminhou a favor para o seu plano. 

Na primeira tentativa ambos, Maekar e Blacksun, conseguiram desviar da rajada de fogo desferida contra eles, mas não fora tempo suficiente para o capitão e os demais aplicarem suas pretenções, pois rapidamente Seasmoke voltou sua atenção para eles. Na segunda tentativa dois de deus companheiros perderam o controle e ficaram apra trás. Na terceira o capitão quase conseguiu, todavia, para o azar de outros dois à sua esquerda, estavam no alvo de Seasmoke. - SÕVËS, BLACKSUN. - Com afinco o dragão bateu fortemente suas negras e colossais asas em direção a ambos os companheiros -- uma garota que não se lembrava do nome e seu irmão. 

Tudo aconteceu extremamente rápido, como se alguém tivesse apertado o botão de avançar em um controle remoto. Seasmoke abriu sua grande boca exibidindo as chamas se formando em sua garganta indo logo em disparada contra os dois. Blacksun se interpôs entre ele os cavaleiros de dragão deixando o resto com Maekar em suas costas. Tão firme quanto uma montanha no chão, o Charming estendeu suas mãos contra as chamas vindas em sua direção. Logo suas mãos brilharam negro e dourado, assim como os olhos -- pela primeira vez -- e o fogo o envolveu. 

Para quem via do lado de fora, as chamas descreviam uma esfera de labaredas -- quase como o sol -- envolvendo cavaleiro e dragão. Do lado de dentro, Maekar brandia os braços tentando ao máximo controlar as chamas que Seasmoke lançava incansávelmente como um contínuo lança chamas. - Eu não consigo segurar. - Disse mais para si mesmo do que para o dragão ou outra pessoa. Sentía-se poderoso, mas também não conseguia controlar tamanho poder. Tentou condensar as chamas, diminuí-las e estinguir a esfera, porém ela explodiu jogando o garoto e seu imão contra parte das arquibancadas -- já que não tentaram tirá-lo da pista -- e Maekar juntamente com seu dragão de dentro da esfera flamejante contra o chão duro de terra, pedra e asfalto.          “

Bônus para leitura

[irisandtheflash]

[symdroids]

hate how jokingly in passing i mentioned deckerstar hannibal au to a friend for the laff of it all and now days later im like.... bitch you could write that while also knowing it would be the most unhinged and hilarious thing id ever make

[icarus-suraki]

I would say “he escape from a novel!” but I think really Tom Lehrer is a cryptid Thomas Pynchon encountered a long time ago, who ate Pynchon’s liver and embedded song lyrics in its place.

Or, hell, maybe Thomas Pynchon is just channeling Tom Lehrer. Pinecone is just a skin-suit for Lehrer.

It all makes sense now.

[artyandink]

Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen | preview | seven

Summary: “I thought I’d swore off love, Jenny.” I smiled, chuckling a bit as I looked down to my feet then back up the skies, taking in the twinkling lights. “God, I really thought I did, and I was doing such a good job at it too. But, well, I just… I couldn’t help it.” I wet my lips slightly, biting the bottom one. “It’s improper, but it’s true.”

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A/N - Feedback is my fuel ❤️

seven - there’s a fallen angel on my shoulder

“So, Tom, where are you from?” I asked Tom, sitting with my hands in my lap on the sofa of Dean’s house, waiting for Olivia to come downstairs for her date with Tom. I examined the boy, with his sandy hair and clever brown eyes. I didn’t like it, not one bit. But if Olivia saw fit, then fine, she saw fit.

“Me? I’m from… R-Roseburg.” Tom answered, a little taken aback by my question. His arms twitched a little from where they were folded over his chest, which I clocked instantly with a raised eyebrow. “Oregon.”

“Roseburg, hm?” I smiled a bit, tilting my head ever so slightly as I studied his expression. Psychology and Criminology, people. Works wonders. “Olivia’s biological father is from Roseburg. I don’t know if you’ve met him yet-”

“Dean, yeah.” Tom answered almost instantly, which caught me off guard. So… he already knew Dean? How and when?

“You know Dean?” I asked, frowning ever so slightly. “How?”

He seemed to recognise that he’d made a small mistake, clearing his throat and glancing away. “Small town.”

“Mhmm.” I nodded curtly, my blue eyes sharp as I stared at him for a moment. “Sure. Alright.” Then I spotted Harry walk in, his eyes on me in a way that I couldn’t explain as he scratched his five o’clock shadow. He was also in animated conversation with Dean, who gave a friendly clap on the shoulder.

“Issy.” Harry gave me a broad, almost hopeful grin as his eyes flitted down my form and back up again. I stood up for Dean, however, hugging him tightly with a pat on the back.

“Hey, Dean.” I whispered with a smile before turning back to Harry with pursed lips. “Harry.”

“Can I talk to you about the kids?” He asked abruptly, his eyes having been on me the entire time I hugged Dean. I debated telling him to screw himself, but decided to take the high road.

“Sure.” As Harry's request hung in the air, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settle in the pit of my stomach. His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that made my skin crawl, and I found myself instinctively taking a step back, putting some physical distance between us. "Of course," I replied, forcing a tight smile as I tried to keep my tone neutral. "What about the kids?"

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[tom-holland-parker]

painted picture

Summary: Tom has an emergency meeting and asks you to babysit. You say yes, determined to get his daughter to be comfortable around you

Pairing: Dad!Tom x reader

Word count: 1516

Notes: not edited...kinda hate this but I needed to write something so I can get out of my writers block

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“Hey I need a favor” You barely opened the door as Tom rushed into the apartment, “Can you please watch Issy while I go to this meeting?” He asked, clearly in a rush. You didn’t even notice the small child attached to his hand. You bit your lip nervously, Issy was still shy around you and Tom had never let you be alone with her. 

“Are you sure you want me to do it?” You asked. He nodded his head, “I know you’ll do a great job, think of it as a day to bond with her” He smiled as he grabbed your hand, “Please it’s just a few hours” 

You glanced at the shy 5 year old who was looking around your apartment. Tom had always been protective of his daughter and you knew that it was taking a lot of trust for him to leave you alone with her. You took a deep breath, “Sure I’ll watch her, it would be nice for her to not run away from me every time I’m at your house” 

Tom sighed in relief, “thank you so much I’ll get back as soon as possible”. He crouched down to be face to face with Issy, “y/n is going to watch you while daddy goes to a meeting so be nice and have fun, I’ll see you when I get back” He kissed her cheek before getting up and turning to you, “she’s allergic to peanuts, her asthma medicine is in her bag, and her nap time is- ” 

“ at 2:15” you interrupted him, “Tom I got this I’ll call you if anything goes wrong, you’re going to be late for your meeting”. He sighed and kissed your cheek, “I’ll be back as soon as possible thanks you” 

You shut the door as he rushed out of your apartment, “So Issy what do you want to do?” She stared at you blankly not saying a word. You bit your lip, “Do you want to watch some T.V?” She ignored you, walking around your living room staring at your paintings on the wall. She pointed to one of the artworks, “that’s pretty” she mumbled

You smiled, “I made that”. Her head quickly turned to you before looking back at the wall. You sighed in disappointment, you really liked Tom and it made you sad that his daughter didn’t like you, but you were determined to bond with her one way or another. “Have you ever painted before?” 

She shook her head as she sat on the couch. Her answer shocked you, your earliest memory was painting pictures for your parents to hang around the house. You smiled as an idea came to you, “Do you want to paint a picture so Daddy can hang on your wall?” 

Issy smiled and nodded as she got up from the couch. “Okay but we need to go to the art store first for supplies” you said as you grabbed her coat, helping her put it on. The walk to the store wasn’t long and the second you entered Issy looked around in awe. She held your hand tightly as you guided her through the small shop, “what colors do you want?” You asked once you reached the paint aisle. 

Issy started at the large shelves, “I like pink” she said as she grabbed the pink colored paint and threw it in the basket. “I like pink too” You chuckled. She smiled in amusement, “I also like green and blue” she continued until almost every color of the rainbow we’re placed in the small basket. 

“Okay next we need to get you brushed and canvases” You said as she grabbed your hand. You could help but wonder if she was grabbing your hand because she didn’t want to get lost or because she trusts you. You quickly grabbed a pack of brushes and a 10 pack of canvases.

When you returned to your apartment you sat the 5 year old on the couch, letting her watch cartoons as covered the floor with trash bags and set up the paint area. “Can I paint that one?” she pointed to the art on the wall, it was a sunflower in the sky, a painting you made when you were a teen. You chuckled, “You can paint whatever you want”

It took a few minutes of her watching you before she became confident enough to grab the brush. You watched in amusement as she smeared the paint all over the canvas smiling with each stroke of the brush. You grabbed your phone quickly, sending a picture to Tom before returning back to your artwork. 

After an hour of painting you both were finally finished, “Can I see?” Issy asked as you put your brush down. You turned the picture to show her the frog you made. She giggled and showed you hers. “That’s so cool” You praised as you set them on the counter to dry. 

“Daddy’s gonna be mad that we got paint on our clothes” She said looking down at her stained pants and shirt. You chuckled “I have one of his shirts you can wear as a dress” She quickly stood up, rushing to grab your hand as you guided her to your bedroom. You sat her on the bed as you looked through your dresser, pulling out one of Tom’s t-shirts and handing it to her. You grabbed a change of clothes for yourself, “I’ll get dressed in the bathroom just yell if you need me” 

She nodded as you left the room. You quickly changed your clothes before going to the living room to clean up. “Can we watch cartoons?” You turned around to see Issy standing tiredly in Tom’s shirt. She was way too small for it but it made her look adorable. You glanced at the clock noticing that it was around her nap time, “sure” You smiled as you turned on the T.V.

You both sat on the couch quietly watching Curious George. You glanced at the small children when you heard a yawn leave her mouth, as she laid down her head landing on your lap. You smiled to yourself, happy that she was somewhat comfortable with you. 

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Tom was worried. You hadn’t answered any of his calls and weren’t texting him back. He knew you would never do anything to hurt Issy but he was afraid something bad had happened to the both of you. He quickly made an excuse to leave the meeting early and rushed to his car. Thankful that your apartment was only a few blocks away. 

He tried calling you again, his anxiety only increasing when you didn’t pick up. “Come on y/n” he whispered to himself as he parked his car. He looked around his car trying to find the spare key you gave him. 

As he reached your apartment he listened carefully from the other side of the door, only hearing the faint sounds of curious george. He quickly unlocked the door, sighing in relief when he saw the both of you on the couch asleep. 

He couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you both looked cuddled on the small couch. He quickly took a picture before kneeling down, “Wake up sleepy head” he whispered as he kissed your forehead. Your eyes shot open quickly, “what’s wrong? Where’s the kid?”

“Babe you’re literally holding her calm down” Tom chuckled, “You didn’t answer my calls so I left the meeting early to come a check on you”

You let out a deep breath as you rubbed your eyes, “We must’ve fallen asleep watching cartoons”

“Yeah well I gotta take her home my mom wants her to spend the night” Tom smiled as he moved to wake up the sleeping child. “Issy it’s daddy wake up we gotta get you to grandma’s”

She groaned and rubbed her eyes, “But I want to stay” she said in a sleepy whisper. Your heart swelled at how adorable she was. Tom chuckled in surprise, “You can come back another time grandma made brownies” 

She let out a sigh as she slowly climbed off the couch to get her coat, “why is she wearing my shirt” Tom asked in confusion. “We painted today” She said happily as you moved to get the dried pictures. You handed it to the excited child who quickly showed it to her father, “It’s a flower” she said

Tom chuckled, “it’s amazing sweetie, we’ll hang it in your room when we get home”. He stood up quickly pulling you into him by the hips, “thank you for watching her” 

“No problem", You smiled and gave him a quick kiss, “I actually had a great time” You pulled away from him as you felt a small tug on your shirt. You looked down watching as Issy hugged your leg, “Can we paint again?” 

You chuckled, “Next time we see each other we’ll hang out and get ice cream okay”. She smiled and hugged you again before grabbing her fathers hand. You waved goodbye as they left the apartment.