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lecoque · 2 years

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******* INFO-LITERAIR *******

******* PHRANCOPNONÉC *******

******* DROIT AU BUT *******

---------- CIGARETE PHILIP MOURIS ----------

------ taba coop beaut marcher & poncrazi ------

---------------- M A L B O R O gris ----------------

- danhill

- wanston

- rotmons

- BR

- Marlboro chuffle 3

- malboro beyond

canne à bis marie khawana snob doog(clonage)

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----------------- la Judith diabolic -------------

-------- l imposteus deep fack americain -----

- la vierge saint auguidtinne

- sul music u.s.a

- boudism tibi

- chiva kinya

- masonist cretien d ithioup & ithiri

- sionist jamaic anglo grand btetagne d U.k

- icrael allemand rfa & RDA germanic de gaule

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01 s.n.p tinahinane nut BISH tenessee 1936/46

02 holywoodlog s.n.p binivolat vitro select 1960

03 tina turner 1975

04 tina charle phillippe 1985

05 tina Alberto tozi 1995

06 tina maniia 2005

07 tina 2022

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-- la famille de holywood porno zoo & hard x --

- vitro select de naisance acistee star x p.m.a -

-------- la famille shemal & sex F T M 3 -------

-------- la famille 07 couleurs gay d icrael ------

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-------- LA FAMILLE XXX tina TURNER ---------

Allor tout vien a temp a selui qui saie attendre 63 années comme un venp et commant par le venp lui-même avec les diabolic d'années radical a l extrem droit sionist masonis bisar

Sionist peut-être masonist peut-être mais bi

Masonist sionist sa n exite pas que par l U.r.c.c

Ou la Russie des bolchivic de linine de darwine

Info que les deux adversair se cohabite dans le même monopol sauf chez rock filere rotshechild

chez les 322 de bush un et boush 02 et autres

chez Donald rygane tromp tej mahel new york

Chez bille Clinton de hylari Ford lee kennyddi

Ou chez la famille Nixon khamane ou praitre

Ou chez la famille turner voudoo ou bet ou coca

Blague famille diabolic un info ou blasfem ou blof et pub mensengair et comment il ne saves rien du diable ni ils ne saves rien de rien de rien

Vous ne comprenez pas que le diable ou Satan exactement qui est devant moi meme la ou je suis de vous répondre de votre insolence et intimidation ou indigniation et inferoritie ecttt

Vous ne comprenez pas que je suis qu un chirif

Ou un charif des deux noble ou les serviteur de dieux ou leur pions dans se jeux d'échec et mat

Satan est demie diable et un demie ongle onge

Et de plus s est un monbre du paradis gracier

Et nous comme lui on travaille pour le même patron ou nous somme des boss ou directeur

Bref dieux s est notre p.d.g moi et saton kif kif

Mais se que vous ne savait pas que se monde

Et même sette première vie est dans le passer

oui on est dans le temp passer de dieux ancien

Car pour dieux s est fini deja posetif ou négatif

Il a nul besoin de nous ni nous même de nous meme car s est un passage de l ame par le corp

De la poussière à la poussière point à ligne stop

Allor saton s est man colegue ou cammarade

Meme les démons ou les ginni amie des binni

Vous manter vous ete des monteur saton est un

Et un seul et dieux merci qui n a pas de femme

la seul créature de dieux qui n a pas un autre .

Comme il accept quelqun d autre meme si sont idolâtré le plut prieu ou fanztic car s edt un hygoist extrem et n accept un autre on aucun cas ou caractere feut il brûle tout et tous ensenble et oui même il commanse par ses fidel

Allor de qu elle diable vous parler de notre alier

Lui-même votre adversair opposer et contre .

Vous parler du radicalisme moral à l imorat

Peut-être l homme et du sainge contradictoires

Ou peut-être des inverser ou inversement total

Dans tout cas ou caractere dans tout domaine

Meme avec eux meme comme avec les autres

Simplement à l envere par tout et avec tous .

areter votre folie psychopathe et sado maso

Ni voodoo ni sorcellerie manque hiroine opiom

Crise de droog de l oppiom ou de l irohine krak

Des malades mentale maniaque ou mal saint .

Quelle tonbeau meme quelle cercueil quelle os

L os du brat et la jonbe et la tête act canibal .

Car chaque desiple doit manger la viande crue ou fraîche de sont propre pere ou maître 322

Des retuel specefic de toute sect 322 voodoo .

Allor saton s est saton mais l ange de la mort la focheus n accepte pas qu on le dérange pour rien s est longe qui na pas de libre arbitre que exécuter les ordres de dieux dieux insi soit il .

votre charabia des charlatent paraît anormale.

Comme je dit sauf se qui a peur s est selui qui fait peur toujour le peureux ou le frivole ou pd

Bref un résumer de votre seguerication voodoo

Ou sect pornografic zoo ou bistolism porno star

Rien d autre que de la deboche social proxinete

Les prostetuee ou victim ou coupable mony mony mony mony besnes is besnes mony mony

Couvrtur de vente location echange contra xxxx

Show besnes bordel abatag partouz gong bong

Put et pd artistic ou mesucal festival ou soirer

De vos tourner the word x circuit x des enfant x

Loterie Visa vacances porno des voyages organeser ou culleturelle ou unicco x UNICEF x

Bref une famille des traficent humain pydophil

D esclave sexuel anglais ou juif ou turk ou cartel

Cartel lolly x ou pd x bebe star américain asiatic

indou chine ou tibi d opiomme ou hiroin ckrack

La famille twareg marabot ou otomond ou alawi

Intox depuit qu on les kinien sont twareg ou alawi ou saharien de l afric central extrem esst

Meme pas des vraie kinien importer par les anglais pour manger les canibal pogmmie kynia

oui les chiva du Pakistan de l ind canibal point .

Les chiva de kali de saint nicolla partent des fille

Les bon bon pour que les belles jeune fille bland

les chevaux blanc le boix blanc et sains ou chiling monais de petit pièce des Serges chandelle et des monnes des messes de dimanche d ELKADER de l iowa parc atraction des enfant et boy scooter ou boy scoot loisir.

Les mangeurs des pièces de monnais et billet

Et de tout les restes les rejet les poubelles o.m.g

Et de tout les minéraux ou minéral kif kif metal

Les mongeur du métal des recuperation ou firalleur ou khorda et de la récupération general

Sauf que gratuit ou prix sinbolic ou charetee et ametier et don et aid et bonus et sold et offre x

Mais nul de vous na rien des pauvre malhereux

Ou tout est investie à la bours de tromp ou wait strit anglais ou don djons juif kif kif radain avar

Mais quesque vous faite dans mes affaires parental étant j ai vous y est éviter 62 ans zero

Mais on première vue ils sont tous des profiteur parazit pirat avec leur intermédiaire ou intirime

Des exploitations ou detournement arnaque et vol et escrocrie dans tout mes domaines d etat

Personel ou parental ou paternel propre d unnic

Ni lien ni liesent avec vous ni elle-même binivolat de naisance acistee ou maternel point

Ni frère de sang ni sang juif la seul condition

Que ni nous on se melle de vous ni vous de moi

Tant qu il ya confusion ou cretic et comantair négatif ou néfaste de vengense et revanche injust ou imparfait a cause d autre choses de la humediter juif qu on a tout détecter ou découvre de sette accusation insinuation ou soupcant non conforme ni vetedic non fonder ou du contrair due au plant sucret contre les ennemies qui on crie des ennemis responsables d hostelitee meprie haine que vous ete les responsable de sette échec de sette fondation orestegieux noble et notoir et neutre des 07 beaut art et sport ou d un monde Cecil culleturel traditionnel model et soft et scientefic

Que vous ete le seul mayon faible ou tret faible.

Les coupables de se sabotage nuisance derengment moukhabarat terrorisme et crimes organeser par votre o.a.s de ake turner et mosad tina turner l imposteus ou l icpionne

Contre la marechal philip le père oreginal et la mere oreginal oum keltoum mais charle de gaule le transitoir d heritag ou bien et patrimoine du pere et ces e.p.a ferer par le general des dépôts trisor et compt secret clos

Mais vous vous ete dans tout les affaires de philip et de charle de gaule et philip de gaule

Et de oum keltoum et même de mes parend adoptif par l unnion wenestern ou beaut marcher de l agrecultur ou du clonage de la marie khouanna et herbe berber de mac societee generale aguericol de france non de Canada australi ou de suice ou d usa d icrael

Le sujet que tout le monde le saie comme preuv des detournement des turner de philip ou de moi meme que je ne suis pas d usa ni je veut l eter

Des louzere brat casser ou broudouille finion

Qui saves que d arenger leur noeu de cravate

Meme pas leur saintur ni leur asille de chuassur

vous voulez commander le monde entier blague

Par quoi par vos discours dictées ou vos spitch

par vos influences idiologic mensengaire ou votre blof ou coup de poukair des perdants

Allor s il vous plet areter votre faux timoiniages

vous ne savait rien de moi et vous ete la cause de tout ces pertes défaut fayit et desastre

Allor j ai oublier la famille houcine bouemama

Bouemama el hacenne el idrissi abd el kadre

el houcine d oum keltoum d egyptolog ALEX d alixondri et d alixandra du cair d el karnak saeide

Si se n est pas un trafic identete ou fabrication s est une defamation de prétention et presumation consperation et stratogem complo

Michel Obama houcine d egypt ou de la jourdani ou de l Irak ou du royaume heureu du khalidj juif et sallelle le ministre juif algérien de constentine la capital de l esst de guelma car il a ete wali a guelma et a adrar de Janette el hogar du tassilli de tine zaouatine de tinahinane

Ou vous vous de tinahinane de l aeyounne ou dakhela du sahara occidental des twareg non des marabot juif la cause de l introduction et ingerence et colonialesation par acosiation avec magreb contre la Mauritanie Mali Niger tchad de la Somalie d etheri d ethioupi de kinya juif par snob doog de houcinne Obama michel juif

Et de votre michel djaxane de la Tunisie blague

Et votre madona tina tuner de paris de toulon

Et votre tina turner d Alberto tozi de saint Augustin ou de saintaugustine de Florida tromp

Beaucoup de coup manter qu elle est derrière

Comme de rihana de Kadafi ou chakira de saif

Beyoncé de taj mahel du palaix rouge de donald rygane ou de François metirend de donald tromp de New York de wait strit ou don djones

A chaque foi s est elle qui tire les ficelle deriete

J ai dit le taba coop du palmier d OR l unnic

oui l unnic dinastie qui a un palmier D OR avec deux lionx oreginal ou EL AHRASES DE cesar JEGURTA le roi du nord afric de rome de hipon

Ou d el hacenne el idrissi abd el kadre poncrazi

Ou atebibe el arbitre ou de lala hipponne ou bouna de la basilic saint Augustin de bone 1960

La chasse femme ou l homme selui qui ma fait naitre par elle-même la vraie non l imposteus

Comme elle a oublier qui a mait ou monde ou sortir de sont ventre on 1960 a novembre a bone z la présence de Charlie chaplain et le general de la mairie de bone ou au champ marc

Bref allor le maigre Obama selui qui a des gros oreille d eliphant insulter ou radier ou danner

vous voulez qu on soie comme vous on suivra les etranger a notre famille notre race et notre foi ou notre antourage ou notre clan et notre fille ou dinastie rond et arche ou même prestig

Tout les services rondu au sionist au juif au judaic à icrael gain fortune ou interet bénéfice et richesse des affaires autres de nos biens proprieter et patrimoine tele com et 07 art

On dit que tina et ake turner habite à la nasa

Comme ils ete toujour présent dans tout avec tous les tecnesien ou les ingénieurs eleve et étudions de la base de la Nasa de la californi ou movie turner tv ou cinema du tele com de france du generale de gaule du marechal phillippe petain de l orong ou d orascom de bolywood d egypt ou du khalidj ou de l inde

J'ai dit s est elle qu elle ma volée man herb berber conner avec la marie khaouana ou la konja de la jamaic par l autre turner et sa femme blanche de bob marly ou du rygy ou de la sooloo

Et même le b.j.a de la bière pils ou 33 ou abou nouasse ou tiete noir si Ibrahim de lala bouna

Et sont aleman juif du trafic de boisson gazeuz

Et de la fabrication ou production du bordolet

Du vain ou la bierre ou vodka avev les 07 gout

Et du taba et allumette de champ marc ou s.n.t.a d el hatab du c.a.m centre d affair mediteranien d el emir abd el kadre ou COMPLIC du pitza malouf d air tassilli ou centre d afair tassilli de londre air waiys blanc el khalfa ou d unnion wenesterne p.t.t de paris Basque de l olympic du champ mars ou de midi brahim

De bone music non de bone de Berlin d rfa rda

Ou de vos group tine solo tina de la belgic ou dalmarc et angletair decfrance bruxel de l europ

Un circuit visiteur musical azaouid ou des znata

Vol et détournement par snob doog par l heritage des p.m.a focus ou adaptation des bebe star porno de Woody alene ou bob dilane

Le king de la solo du contri ou bleus ou rock

De la queen de la sul ou bleus ou rock and rool

Non d oum keltoum queen du classic indalousic

Allor elle est décider j ai rien avec vous on elle mais se qui m apartien vous n avait rien vous meme et vos seignieur khamane ou sionist juif

Apret l anterment s il y aurat s il y aurat pas calecination et cendre comme les chiva indou ou kali de vos retuel d indou chine boudic kinya

Comme votre prince qui a été oublier tret vite

Comme tout les autres noir exploiter puit rejeter

Vider ou depuollier de leur gains ou biens ou fortune ou mony comme michel djaxane et djams brawane et chikhe biri et bibi king et ect

Comme elle exploiter et prostetuee on genetale

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MAJESTER SIR CISAR OR NAPOLIONX 1960 ( u.s.a PONTAGONE ARBRE AMERICAIN DU NORD AFRIC LA MEDITERANNEE ET SAHEL)

FRANCISCO Tine ALEX EL KADRER 01 TENESSEE & C.A SANTIAGO (L IOWA)

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heartlandians · 5 years

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Heartland - 3x06 - Growing Pains

#heartland #gifs #season 3 #3x06 #mallory wells #jessica amlee #chicken #chicken whisperer #horse whisperer #gift #amy x mallory #chicken coop

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hoe4hotchner · 2 years

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Chapter 6 - Exasperated

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Summary: In an upper-class residential Virginian neighborhood, monogamous values rarely get broken. A dangerous serial killer chooses to lay into dormancy exactly there for the next five years with his latest victim. Or for as long as it takes to catch him. Two highly trained and widely different agents go undercover, posing as a married couple to scope him out and make the arrest. They’ll be nothing more than professional for months, working under the same roof.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: Kissing, spit kink, oral m. receiving, degrading, name calling, kind of non-con, p in the v, praise kink, hate fucking, multiple orgasms, Sir kink, Dom/sub.

A/N: I think we all needed for this chapter to happen :))

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You hadn’t seen Aaron in a while. He had cooped himself up, upstairs, trying to deal with the aftermath of the Reid disaster that had rolled over your little “family” two days ago. He had desperately been trying to fix everything, make sure that Mrs. Appleton, a few houses down, didn’t reveal anything in the time before she had been made to leave for her “holiday” with her husband. It had been the worst possible thing that could happen, but luckily, you’d caught it in time, and luckily, she hadn’t mouthed off to the rest of the neighborhood about the doctor and who he really was.

Sitting on the couch, you were reading one of the many books stuffed inside the shelves around the house. If you were to guess, they were all from charity shops because no one in their right mind would go out and buy this man new copies for a mission, especially not when two overachievers and overworked agents were on the case. You didn’t have time to indulge in leisure reading usually. But now, now it was a different side of the story. Now, you needed to lay low for a couple of days. Needed to figure out what to do and what not to do. If something had slipped in the heat of the moment, or you’d managed to stay hidden within the identities of Nick and Amy.

The book was boring, to the point where Reid probably wouldn’t even read it, although the genius devoured all sorts of information and literature that he could get his hands on. He was like a sponge when it came to knowledge. Absorbing every single little detail that he found, even between the lines. With a long groan, you flicked the book down beside you on the couch, losing your page. It wasn’t like you cared about it anyway. You hated how slow things were moving right now, hated to be in the unknown, while Aaron barked away upstairs, hoping to get the results that he needed and knew that this case was in dire need of.

Trying to flip through the channels on the television, you quickly realized that nothing but trashy reruns of the same two reality shows, and soap operas were shown at this hour of the day. You could’ve told yourself that, if you’d just been thinking, instead of waiting. Knowing for a fact that it would be flat-out stupid to go and pester one of your neighbors right now. You sat in silence, barely thinking anything as you zoned out on a flower vase standing on the opposite side of the room. You didn’t even hear Aaron coming back downstairs again, at least not until he was standing over you. His features contorted in an angry scowl and arms crossed aggressively tight under his pectorals, pushing them up slightly while he waited for you to register his presence.

“What’s up?” Snapping out of your trance, you couldn’t help but feel just how hard his stare was, leaving you a slight bit uncomfortable under the given circumstances. It was like he didn’t hear you. Like it was his turn to zone out and leave you confused as to what he wanted. Opening your mouth, you began to ask him again.

“No, I heard you perfectly fine the first time!” He snapped. The harsh tint of annoyance was evident in his voice as he pinched his chin between the pads of his calloused and long digits. His arms were still crossed. It was like he was trying to steady himself. To stay calm and not blow up on you, but for what? You had no idea why he seemed so filled with rage this time around. For once, you hadn’t done anything to spark the raging flame within him. You hadn’t even poured gasoline over it, yet. Nothing should’ve made him as mad at you as he appeared right now. Somehow, it scared you, not that you’d let it show, but you’d never seen him this angry before, and you didn’t like it. Not one bit.

“What’s your problem, Aaron! I haven’t even done anything!” You snapped back, spitting his name back at him with so much venom that even Hotch was taken back by your reaction, but much like you, he didn’t let it show. You stood up. Your faces were dangerously close to touching as you tried to square up with the much bigger unit chief in front of you.

“Haven’t done anything! Haven’t done anything!” He laughed to himself. His tone was condescending, dark even. You noticed how his pupils had darkened, leaving you to hope that yours either had too or soon would do the same, making you stand a chance in this argument. Your confusion definitely wasn’t an advantage this time around. “Wasn’t it YOU, who decided to bring Reid in? You who risked the whole mission by doing so. YOU, who’s at fault for this big dumpster fire of a mess that we’re in?” Aaron poked his finger against your chest, making you step to the side, but he followed. He always did when you argued. His teeth were bared, like a ferocious wolf closing in on its prey, as he growled down at you. You furrowed your brows in anger, after rolling your eyes at his statement and had crossed your arms.

“Me! Really, Aaron! The last time I recalled what happened, it wasn’t my fucking idea to put Spence in right now. It was Cruz’s. I don’t know how far up his ASS you are for blaming all of this on me, but it must be pretty far up. Somewhere where the light and sounds can’t penetrate cause you’re wearing your blinders and can’t see anything except for yourself. YOU Asshole!” You screamed back at him, trying to appear taller and more protruding as you got your frustrations out. Aaron’s eyes widened as he heard your words. You could tell that by now, the whole fuel tank had been dumped into his flame, leaving him angrier than he had ever been at you. For a moment’s time, you existed in each other’s spaces, his chest heaving up and down with each heavy breath that he took. You were sure that if he could, smoke would be seeping out of his nostrils at how angry you’d made him. Like a bull waiting to ram its horns into the stomach of the taunting matador, waving the red cape in front of its face, ready to make the kill.

“At least I know how to listen to my boss! It’s not like you understand where your place is on this team. How easily I could ruin your career, damage your reputation so much so that you’d have trouble even finding a job as a dingy gas station employee. Do you realize that, huh?!” He poked your chest once more, really sending you fuming at his words. But you didn’t want him to win, to gain the satisfaction of knowing that you were scared that that exact thing would happen. That everything you’d ever worked for, could be taken away from you in a heartbeat.

“Fuck you! And fuck your ego, Hotchner! You’ll never find real love again, enjoy your dead wife!” You snapped, knowing that you’d crossed a line as the words fell from your mouth. Trying not to react, you turned away, starting to separate the space between the two of you.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Aaron gripped your wrist, holding it with a bruisingly tight grip as he pulled you back and held you against his chest. You were struggling to get out of his strong grasp as he wrapped his arm around you, trapping both of your wrists in one of his large hands. His other hand pinched your cheeks as he held your head in place, making your lips jut out in a pout. He tipped your head back, forcing you to look into his burning stare, feeling the dominance radiating off of him like the rays of the sun on a hot summer day. “I’ve had ENOUGH of YOU and your DISOBEDIENCE towards me, BRAT! Maybe it’s time that I ought to show you who’s really the boss around here!” He growled, spinning you around and slamming you against the nearest wall. His arms quickly caged you in, making it impossible for you to escape him. His lips crashed onto yours, forcefully pushing his tongue past your slightly ajar lips winning the fight for dominance before you’d even registered what was going on in your brain. It had already started to cloud over from his scent, from the pure arousal you felt in the spur of the moment. You let yourself melt into his kiss, moving along with his pace in a synchronized flow as your tongues moved around each other, licking, poking, exploring every little nook and cranny inside the caverns of your mouths. It wasn’t like you hadn’t kissed before, but this time, this time, it was different on so many levels. This time, you weren’t playing a role. This time everything was purely Aaron and (Y/N).

You felt how his beard rubbed against your cheeks, scratching it, making it itch with anticipation. You loved the way that it looked on him, loved how he hadn’t bothered to shave it off for the past week, knowing that he didn’t have to uphold the professionalism that came with being the unit chief of the BAU within the walls of the Emerald Hills. It was like a haven, a fucked up and a racist haven where you, despite your neighbors and their rude and unintelligent prejudice, could finally relax into yourselves and ignore all of your responsibilities.

Pulling away, Aaron’s hand once again gripped your chin, just as harshly as before. Left stunned by the kiss, your mouth only opened more as he put pressure on the skin around it. You didn’t know what he was waiting for as you stood in silence, feeling the way that his finger’s unyielding pressure was starting to ache in your jaw. That was when it hit you. The gob of his spit landing on your tongue caught you by surprise, but God did it feel hot.

“You better be a good girl and swallow, don’t want to add on a punishment, now do you?” He raised a brow, watching as you struggled to swallow his saliva with your mouth held wide open by his hand. When you managed to, he pressed your lips together again, grinding his clothed cock against your body, making you feel just how hard Aaron had gotten. During the kiss, he started pushing you down to the ground with his weight. Kneeling on the floor below him, Aaron tangled a hand in your hair, firmly holding you in place as he undid his belt. You heard the metallic “clank” of it hitting the floor behind him while he struggled to pull his pants off with one hand. Free of its prison. Aaron’s cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach. The angry head, leaking with his precum. You couldn’t help but lick your lips. A small whine left your throat in doing so. It was pathetic really, the way that this was your boss.

“Look at you! Such a needy little thing! I haven’t even touched you, and you’re already begging for my cock like the dirty little slut that you are!” He smirked, his words not even penetrating the drums of your ears, only bouncing off of you as you looked up at him through wide doe-like eyes. His gaze was hungry as he saw just how desperate you looked, how desperate he was getting himself as well. Aaron pulled your head back by your hair, your eyes catching each other. With his cock held loosely in his other fist, he slapped it against your cheek, making you flinch in surprise at the gesture.

“You gonna be a good girl, huh? Gonna do as I say? Or are you going to continue being the biggest brat in existence? Maybe I should throw you over my knees. Would that do the trick? Make you behave?” He cooed down at you, fake pity in his voice as he noticed the way you shifted on your knees, wanting nothing more than to sink down on his erection in a sloppy mess of tears, cum, and spit covering it. You had never seen nor taken anyone this big before, fully figuring out that he would have to push past your gag reflex if he wanted you to go balls deep.

“Please!” You begged, whining up at him, trying to get yourself out of his locking grip around your head, even trying to stick your tongue out to lick at the tip, pleasure him through the slit. You wanted a taste and desperately at that.

“Please, what?” He corrected, only tightening his hold on you, making you yelp out in shock.

“Please, Sir.” You breathed out, hoping that it would satisfy him. Something within Aaron snapped, hearing those words fall from your mouth in such a whiny and pathetic tone. He took a step closer, breaking the seal of your lips as he pushed past them. He didn’t move, letting you do all the work. Moving back, you swirled your tongue around his head, licking long and wet stripes up his slit and collecting the precum on your tongue. He tasted heavenly, the musky salty taste melting on your tongue as you rolled your eyes back in pleasure. Hollowing your cheeks, you slowly started bopping your head in a teasingly slow rhythm, already feeling him hit the back of your throat halfway down his shaft. It didn’t help that the man was girthy. You could already feel the tingle of your gag reflex as he pushed himself deeper and deeper down your throat. The moans falling from his mouth were like angel messengers sent from God with songs of glee. You couldn’t help but hum around his length, sending sparks of pleasure through him like vibrations.

Aaron couldn’t take it anymore. His grip once again tightened as he started bucking his hips, forcefully fucking your throat. You tried to follow his movements. To do some work yourself, but all it ended up doing was make saliva drip down your chin in a drooling mess as it landed in a puddle on the floor.

“Such a good fucking hole. Should’ve shut you up a long time ago. Never knew it would be this easy. Yeah? Just a pathetic little cock slut. Bet you've been thinking about this before.” He growled through gritted teeth. You felt how his cock started twitching against your tongue, telling you that he was getting closer and closer to his release. You felt how his veins tickled against the muscle, almost as if you were tracing them with it. With a few sloppy thrusts, he let his seed spew into your mouth with a grunt before pulling out of you. You looked up at him through clouded eyes, trying to stand up and go clean yourself up.

“Oh, no! I’m not done with you, yet!” He growled, dragging you up the stairs and into the bedroom. His large frame was towering over you as he fumbled with the buttons of your blouse. Impatience took over him, ripping the material from your body, revealing your bra-covered bosom. With a skillful hand, he made haste work of unclasping it and freeing your tits for his viewing. Aaron’s fingers enclosed around one of the buds, pinching it, rolling it, drawing wanton moans from your throat. His other hand was working on your skirt. Yanking on it to get you out of it along with your panties. Aaron pushed you onto the bed, ridding himself of his own shirt before crawling on top of you.

“You’ll be thankful if you’re still able to walk when I’m done with you.” Aaron locked his lips down on a spot on your neck, teeth grazing, nipping, licking, and suckling on it. His stubble scratched at the irritated spot, only sparking you on. It was deliciously hot the way he was treating you, making you whimper out a pleasured moan. Pushing his cock through your folds, he teased you, much like you’d done to him, attempting to make you more desperate for him, cloud your vision with him. Make you belong to him, ruin you for anyone else.

Aligning his cock with your soaked entrance, he pushed into you in one swift buck of his hips, bottoming out with a groan.

“God, you’re a tight one, ‘s like you were made for me!” He growls, picking up the speed of his thrusts as he rams into you. Aaron’s stamina came to his advantage as the sound of skin against skin was the only thing to be heard through your room, mixing with your breathy moans and screamed out pleas for him to let you cum. Which he did.

For a moment, you thought he was done with you, pulling out to let you catch your breath, but you were wrong. So, so wrong. Aaron’s fingers burned against your skin as he grabbed your hips and flipped you over on your stomach, sure to leave bruises in the morning. He quickly stuffed a pillow under you, lifting your hips into position before he got behind you. You were already drunk on his cock, barely registering his movements until you felt the tip press against your seeping cunt once again. He snaked his arms around your middle, his hands moving up to grope at your chest, rolling your nipples to stimulate you. His hips snapped against yours, drawing you closer and closer to another orgasm. Your mewls of pleasure spilling into the air around you, still trying not to let him win, but that race had been long lost. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he let the spongy head of his cock brush against your spot with every single stroke of his cock against your velvety walls.

“You gonna be a good girl from now on?!” He barked at you, feeling your walls starting to flutter around him. Aaron picked up his speed, fucking harder and rougher into you than he had done already.

“Mhm!” You managed to get out, afraid that your words would disappear if you tried to get a fully constructed sentence out of your mouth.

“What was that?” He stilled. You whined in protest. “If you’re not gonna behave. You’re not getting to cum.” He shrugged pulling out of you slowly.

“NO! Please, please, Sir! I’ll behave. Be a good girl, for you sir. Please let me cum!” You begged in desperation, feeling your submissive state of mind having control over your body. Aaron would’ve loved to have recorded your pleas for his cock. Satisfied with your reaction, he pushed back inside of you, working you over the edge as he let you cum for the second time that night. You knew that all of your pleasure was a result of his allowance. How he could’ve easily overpowered you and taken what he wanted, leaving you needy and confused. Aaron coaxed you through your high, quickly following suit and climaxing himself. You were thoroughly spent, as he guided you on your back once again.

Aaron left the bedroom for a moment. The sound of the tap running caught your ears before he returned covered with a pair of boxers. He gently leaned down between your thighs, cleaning you up from the mixture of your cum leaking out of your abused hole. He smirked to himself at the number he had done on you, seeing the way that your thighs trembled. You hissed as the cool clothe moved over your swollen clit.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, not wanting you to catch it, but you did. It was sweet, how he cared, how he made sure you were fine. Aaron helped you into a fresh pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt, which you believed to be from his side of the closet, before lifting you out of the bed. He sat you on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, starting to pull the sheets off to change them. He knew that none of you would get it done in the morning if it didn’t get done now. And frankly, he was the only one of you strong enough and aware enough in the moment to get it done.

Leaving you once again, he returned with a glass of water and a small wrapped-up packet of something. Your eyes followed him, pupils dilated as you floated around in a blissful state of mind. He put it down on the nightstand before moving you back into the bed. With a few last pulls of your body to position you against his chest, he had you wrapped under his arm, seeing how heavy your lids were already getting from the abusing pleasure you had received.

“Here drink this.” He coaxed, tipping the glass of cold water against your lips in an attempt to get you to drink the liquid. He knew how important it was to get you hydrated, knowing how much water could leave your body during a few rounds of satisfaction like this. When he was pleased with the few sips you managed to take, he broke off a piece of the granola bar he had brought, making you munch on it. He found it cute how you didn’t have any strength left to take it, letting him hand feed you as if you were a stray pet he had found out on the streets. You hummed in approval at the tasty snack, lids unable to flutter open again.

“Good girl! Go to sleep.” He cooed, knowing that you probably needed to hear at least some sort of praise before falling asleep after how hard he had treated you. How hard he had spoken to you. Aaron scratched the back of your neck until he felt you go completely limp in his arms, hoping that the two of you would start getting along better now that some of the sexual tension had been pushed out of your strained relationship with each other.

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ugotnojamzzz · 3 years

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Mistake Pt.1

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Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt, ex!Jungkook

Synopsis: Jungkook hasn’t healed even months after his ex-girlfriend Y/N said ‘I do’ to another man.

For a bit of context while I try and write what came before: Y/N is a successful singer songwriter although it’s not super relevant here. I guess you could imagine her to be American although it won’t be clearly stated, she has been really close friends with the other members, for several years especially Hoseok. She had a tumultuous yet terribly loving relationship with JK that ended on rather good terms (you’ll see in other chapters), but Jungkook was lightyears away from being ready to see her married to another man.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes and awkward wordings to come. Also, I guess this fic could be triggering for some because it’s kind of really sad and angsty.

Chapter soundtrack : He can only hold her – Amy Winehouse

"He can only hold her for so long The lights are on, but no one's home She's so vacant, her soul is taken, He thinks, What's she running from?"

Alright let’s get into this.

The Annual Hong Kong Benefit for the national Art Institute. Y/N wandered around the sumptuous halls of the venue, occasionally making small talks with a few people, all the while enjoying a nice glass of champagne. The gallery was beautiful and the art simply exquisite. She was just talking to one of the curators about purchasing one of the paintings when she felt her phone vibrating in her purse.

‘Incoming call from Namjoon-ah’

Weird, she thought, it was late at night, and the band and her had already planned to have lunch all together the next day as they were, by a happy coincidence, both in Hong Kong at the same time. The band was there for a concert and some PR business, while Y/N was there to attend a couple of events during the social season. She excused herself and picked up right away.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hi, um, I’m so, so sorry to bother you, I know that you’re at this Gala thing but, we kind of have a situation over here…”

“You sound worried, is everyone okay?”

“Actually… no. It’s Jungkook, he’d been acting weird all day and he just- freaked out two hours ago and walked out before the concert was even over.”

“Christ, is he alright? Is somebody looking after him?

“Yeah, not really, he’s cooped up in his hotel room. The staff is losing it, and he won’t let anybody in, but he- he did say he wanted to see you. Do you think you could come over? I wouldn’t normally ask but-“

“No, it’s okay. I- I’ll be right there” she hung up, racing out of the building, stilettos in hand, and immediately hailing a cab.

She rushed out of the elevator only to see the boys sitting at the end of the hallway with a defeated look on their face.

“Y/N! Thank god you’re there” Namjoon said, jumping on his feet to greet her.

“Is he in there?” she asked urgently, a worried look on her face.

“Yes, he ended up opening the door, let Tae in, but I don’t think he’s said anything yet” Namjoon replied.

Y/N walked past him and towards the hotel room. She knocked softly on the door before cracking it open, only to hear Jungkook’s voice shouting: “For fuck’s sake! I told you I didn’t-“

“It’s me,” she interrupted gently, venturing into the room. It was dark, but she still managed to catch a glimpse of the outcome of her ex-boyfriend’s recent mood swings. Chair fallen over, open minibar and clothes scattered all over the floor of the luxurious suite.

Jungkook was sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees and back facing her, but she could still see his shoulders moving up and down as tiny sobs racked through his body. Tae was on his knees in front of him, he looked up at her as soon as she entered. Y/N gave him a weak nod as to indicate that he could leave. He got up and silently walked out of the room, making sure to squeeze her arm on the way out.

She let out a long sigh as she heard the door close behind her. What now? She decided to approach him slowly, the sound of her high heels against the waxed floor letting the boy know of her movements.

“Hey Kookie,” Y/N murmured, looking down at his shaking figure. But the boy kept his eyes on the floor, so she got down on her knees in front of him, “Joon-ah called me… said you had a bit of a problem earlier.” She waited for him to speak for a few seconds but was only met with silence, so she carried on, “you know you can tell me any-”

“I um,” he interrupted with an unusually hoarse voice, his puffy eyes finally looking up, only to see her all dressed up in a beautiful gown. “Shit,” he sighed, “I’m sorry, you- you had your thing, fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m such a moron,” he started pulling on his hair, rocking back and forth.

“Hey, it’s okay. I don’t care about that,” she squirmed closer to him and delicately pulled his hands away from his face. Let’s just say she’d seen him looking better. “I care about you. Now tell me, what is it? The boys are worried out of their mind-”

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, “I-I really thought I’d be okay, I thought I could handle it, but- but then I saw you and you-” he paused, “you were so… okay. And- and I just-” he looked back down in embarrassment, only to see the delicate gold band that sat in all its glory on her finger. A sour smirk appeared on his face, “Jesus, I’m such a fuck-up.”

“No, you’re not, we all have bad days… You’re probably tired. I remember touring was always hard on you guys’ nerves,” Y/N said with a strained smile, her hand brushing the boy’s hair away from his face, desperately trying to avoid the clear fact that she was the one responsible for his pain. “Come on, let’s get you into bed,” she helped him up and took a few steps back to pick up some of the mess from the floor but before she could lean forward, Jungkook had her engulfed in a tight hug, taking her by surprise.

“Thank you,” he breathed out, feeling his heartbeat settle down, “for being here, I mean.”

“You know I’ll always be here,” she replied with a faint smile, hugging him back.

He rested his head on top of hers and inhaled deeply, taking in the citrusy scent of her hair, before burying his face in the crook of her neck. Y/N tensed up as she started feeling his lips travelling across her skin, pressing soft kisses along the surface of her collarbone.

“Kookie, wait-” she whispered, trying to reason the boy.

“Please… Please…” he moaned sadly, his voice breaking as he held onto her for dear life, “Just- just this one time, please, I just- I really need you right now.”

“Jungkook, I can’t, I’m marr-”

“Don’t- don’t say it,” he hissed, stamping away from her to take a seat at the end of the bed, “Please... Just don’t.” She brushed her fingertips against the skin of her neck in an attempt to replace the warmth that had disappeared along with Jungkook’s lips.

The boy’s chest was heaving as he stared at her gorgeous figure, his travelling across every inch of her skin. The skin that was once his to touch. As their eyes finally met, Y/N felt in her core something very wrong was about to happen. He had that look in his eyes. The same look he’d had the very first time they’d- beentogether. Back at the dorms. Like she was the sun. Jungkook suddenly got up and walked up to where she stood. He grabbed her by the waist and planted a firm kiss on her lips. They were soft, just like they always were. Heaven, he thought. But that certainly didn’t last long.

“You’re drunk,” she said, shoving him away with a resentful look in her eyes.

“I’m not. I’m mean, I’m more sober than I’ve been these past eight months” he replied. Eight months, she thought, Jesus, this had been going on since the ceremony. But her thoughts were interrupted as Jungkook walked right back towards her and vigorously pushed his lips back against hers.

“Oh, cut it out, will you!” she yelled, pushing him away once more, this time with more strength, making him stumble a bit.

Jungkook stood there, frozen for a second, while she stared down at the floor, remorse invading her whole body. She wasn’t only feeling guilty about the fact that she’d let herself be in that situation in the first place, but also that deep down, she somehow felt there was no place on earth she’d rather be.

He took a step forward hesitantly and placed a hand against her cheek, his index finger travelling down to meet her chin, gently lifting her head and forcing her to look him in the eyes.

She placed a trembling hand against his chest, ready to reject him once more. Her tiny fist was clenching the fabric of his shirt as she took in a shaky breath, mentally begging for the willpower to turn around and walk out the door. But he had the look. And she felt her heart breaking as she was met with his tear-filled eyes. This was all her doing.

In a leap of faith, he gently lowered his head and let his lips brush against her cheek, before going on a painfully slow journey towards her lips. Now, it wasn’t like the two previous kisses. This one was tender. Desperate.

And as she couldn’t help but close her eyes at the contact, she felt her resistance slip away and swiftly wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, as he eagerly unzipped the back of her dress.

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

Hope you liked it! Like I mentioned in a previous post, this is actually going to be part of a lonnnng ass series and this is not even the beginning of the story, this just happened to be the first chapter I managed to actually finish, but I’ll make sure that it’s all easy to understand as I gradually post the other chapters. Don't hesitate to send me whatever xxx

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maddiwrites · 3 years

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Secrets of the Shore

Pairing: Pogues x OC, eventually JJ x OC

Summary: This is just my rewrite of the show Outer Banks with my own twist by adding another main character which also happens to be John B’s twin sister.

Note: Thank you so much for all the nice things you guys have said about chapter one! A couple people have asked to be tagged for every update so I started a tag list. If you would like to be tagged, please message me! I hope I got everyone who asked and if I didn’t please let me know. Next chapter, you’ll learn more about Marleigh and her personality so bare with me (: Gonna post updates every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday (:

Another Note: Apparently my hashtags didn’t work the last time so I’m reposting this. I don’t know what happened. Sorry! Let me know if they worked this time (:

Word Count: 7.9k

Warnings: None

Chapter One

I wake up to the rustling of John B walking through the Chateau, kicking over empty beer cans and muttering to himself. He mentions something about service, but I can barely understand through the fog in my own head that's still heavy with sleep.

"Yo, JJ," He says and I hear a slap against bare skin. "You been outside?"

"I have polio, bro," JJ grumbles into his pillow. "I can't walk."

I peek one eye open. The sunlight coming in through the window blinds me for a second. I'm curled into myself with my back to JJ. He's sleeping on his stomach, his left arm slung over my side.

I groan as I pull myself up and lean against the back of the couch. Stretching my arms, I turn to look out the window. Even with just a quick glimpse, I can see the mess in our back yard Hurricane Agatha made. A wash of frustration runs through me when I think about all the work we're going to have to do to clean it up. Not just here but on Figure Eight too. No way those Kooks get their hands dirty for this.

I swing my legs over the mattress and follow my brother outside after hearing JJ mumble something about me leaving. His morning voice sends a rush of warmth to my chest and I have to hold back the grin that's fighting it's way on my lips.

The first thing I see is the giant tree that now lays across our yard, ripped out of its roots. Had the wind been blowing the other way, it would have landed on our house and we would have been screwed.

"Damn," I whistle, still scanning the damage. John B's pulling branches out of the HMS Pogue. Somehow our small boat has managed to survive the storm. I look over to the chicken coop that's to the side of our home. The roosters are crowing which means they're alive too.

"Agatha did some work, huh?" JJ says from the porch door. He already has a beer in his hand as he studies our yard. I know he's already thinking about the labor he'll have to put into other people's yards too.

"Yeah, she did," My brother says, looking out into the water.

"What you thinking?"

John B looks back with a smirk on his lips. "I'm thinking that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze. All those drum are gonna chase the crab."

"What about the DCS? Wasn't that today?" JJ asks, looking between my brother and I.

He shakes his head. "Nah, they're not getting on a ferry." He hops down from the boat and approaches us. "Come on, think about it. It's God tellin' us to fish."

JJ smirks back at him. "Yeah."

"Let me get changed first," I tell them before turning back into my house.

No lights turn on when I flick the switch on my bedroom wall. Now I know what John B was muttering about when he first woke up. I pull up the blinds on my windows to let some kind of light through my room. Then I hold up two bathing suits in my mirror, trying to pick between the blue one or the floral one.

"I like the blue one," JJ says, welcoming himself into my room. I swivel around in surprise. I thought I locked my door. I glare at the intrusion but he ignores it, his smirk only growing. "Matches your eyes and if I remember correctly, the bottoms are more cheeky than the other ones."

I throw the floral bikini top in his direction, which he skillfully dodges. I don't know if it was JJ's opinion or if I was already leaning towards the blue bathing suit, but that's the one I choose.

As JJ ruffles through his duffel bag on my dresser, I go to the bathroom to change. I throw on another pair of jean shorts and a T shirt and follow the boys out to the dock where they're already getting the boat ready.

Its kind of routine when the Pogues have a boat day. We make our way through the marsh, first picking up Pope and then Kie, who will more than likely have a cooler packed with drinks and snacks. We'll stay on the water for hours, getting sunburnt and drunk until the sun goes down or one of us wants to go back to surf.

I look over the damage that Hurricane Agatha as tortured onto our side of the island. Everyone's yard looks just like mine. Fallen trees and branches litter their back yards. Some boats have sunken into the water, and not a single house looks like they have power.

"Good morning!" John B yells to the residents as we drive by. Always the friendly face he is.

"Sure hope Guffy's boat didn't sink," JJ says, standing on the front of the boat, looking into the yards. "He doesn't have insurance."

"Yeah."

"Hi, Miss Amy!" I wave to the woman raking the leaves and picking up sticks. She looks up at us and waves back, taking a break from the yard work. "You guys get through it?"

She motions to her yard and shrugs her shoulders. "Still here!"

She goes back to her yard work and JJ immediately turns around and looks at John B with a proud smile. "She totally looked at me."

"I saw it." John B smirks back, playing along.

I roll my eyes and lean further back into the boat, pulling my sunglasses over my eyes and muttering the word 'idiot.'

"Dude look at this place." JJ whistles. "Agatha what did you do?"

"She is a crazy lady."

"Hard-core Hurricane surge. We'll be cleaning this all summer."

"That's my nightmare."

"Well, look who we have here," JJ says, making me look up at the dock we're closely approaching.

I make my way to the front of the boat to stand next to JJ as we get closer to Pope's dock where he is standing with his father already on clean up duty.

John B talks into his shoulder like a cop radios his partners and changes his voice to sound like he's speaking through a megaphone. "We have a safety meeting. Attendance mandatory." He even mimics the static noise those horns make.

Pope looks at us defeated. "I can't. My pop's got me on lockdown."

"Come on, Pope!" I groan.

JJ does the same thing as John B and talks into his shoulder, using the same voice. "Your dad's a pussy. Over."

Heyward approaches the railing of his deck and points at JJ with a glare. "Oh, I heard that, you little bastard."

I can't help but laugh at the interaction.

"We need your son!" I add.

"Yeah, and island rule. Day after a hurricane's a free day," JJ says.

"Who made that up?" Heyward continues to glare at him.

"Uh, Pentagon, I think. We have security clearance." JJ pretends to check his pockets. "I have a card."

"Think I'm stupid?"

Pope turns to his father with pleading eyes. "I'll do it tomorrow. I promise. Tomorrow."

Immediately his father shakes his head. "You think - no. No." Pope looks at us, silently conflicted. "Hell no," His dad says, reading his son's face. "You doin' it right now."

Pope looks back at us. When he finds my eyes I nod my head and wave him closer to me. "Come on. Get in the boat."

"Make a run for it," JJ says too.

Heyward glares at us. "Boy if you get in that boat -"

Pope doesn't wait to hear the rest of that sentence. He's already taking off towards us. JJ's there, ready to help him in before his dad can catch up to him. I clap my hands and wrap my arms around his neck in a tight hug when he makes it in. John B immediately starts driving away.

"How does that feel?" JJ says.

Pope can't even enjoy the moment completely. His dad yells at us as we float away and he's waving to John B to drive faster. "Go, go, go, go."

"Bring your ass back up here!" Heyward continues to yell at us.

Pope turns to yell back at his dad. "I promise I'll do it tomorrow, Dad."

"You're gonna clean shrimp, clean fish -"

"Love you pops!"

"Love you pops!" I repeat, falling back in my seat at the end of the boat and laughing up at the sky.

"We'll bring him back in one piece!" John B yells. "I promise."

"And I don't like your friends!" Is the last thing we hear from him.

A couple minutes later, we're driving down Kook land. Kie is already at the edge of her dock, holding a cooler like I knew she would. Her curly brunette hair falls behind her shoulders. I wish I had hair like her's.

JJ walks to the side to help her in. He holds out his hand for her to take. "Oh, top o' the mornin' to ya."

"Good morning," She says, moving to the end of the boat to take a seat next to me.

"Morning," John B and I say.

"Whatcha got?" Pope asks her. "You got some juice boxes?"

"You know, just some yogurts and carrot sticks," She replies sarcastically, using her shoulder to shove me slightly when I scoff.

"How about my kind of juice box?" JJ says, falling on the seat on the other side of me.

"Yeah." Kie pulls out the bottles of beer and hands them out. The three of us cheer when we pop the cap off. I let the carbonated bread water, as I like to call it, slide down my throat. Beer always taste better in the boat in the summer.

John B and Pope switch seats, leaving Pope behind the wheel.

"Brace for impact," Pope says as he picks up speed now that we're past the 'No Wake' zone. My hair flies behind my shoulders as the wind rushes past me.

JJ stands up and holds out his hands in the air, basking in the breeze and morning sun. "Bet you can't do this. Party trick." I narrow my eyes at him, glaring through the beaming sun. "Hey, Pope. Can you go a little faster?"

"Here we go. I'm movin'," Pope says.

John B shakes his and watches JJ hold out the beer in front of his face. "Doesn't work."

"We've tried this like six thousand times," I say through my laugh. I look back down at Kie who is also rolling her eyes playfully.

"I got this. It's gonna work," JJ says.

JJ tilts the beer bottle towards his mouth letting the momentum and the wind pull the beer out of the bottle and splash on his face, barely hitting his open mouth like he intended it to. The excessive beer splashes down on mine and Kie's skin.

"You're getting beer in my hair!" Kie complains, moving to the other side of the boat next to John B.

JJ doesn't stop. He keeps moving his head to catch the liquid but he will never move fast enough to catch the mess he's creating.

"All right. All right. You're done." John B says.

"All right, stop!" Kie says, everyone somewhat annoyed that they're going to smell like beer for the next twelve hours.

Before JJ could even consider listening to any of us, the boat comes to a complete halt, jerking us forward and sending JJ flying off the boat. I slam onto the floor of the boat on my side. A small groan escapes my lips as a dull pain shoots through my hipbone.

"Jesus, Pope!" Kie yells. When I look up, she and John B are also on the floor. The steering wheel broke Pope's fall.

I pull myself up and fall back on my original seat. I twist my body around to look for JJ in the water. John B calls for him, asking if he's okay. His head peeks out from the water's surface and squints back at us with a grimace.

"I think my heels touched the back of my head."

I laugh at the exaggerated statement.

"Kie, Mar, you guys okay?" John B asks.

I look back to see Kie pulling herself off the ground and falling next to John B in the seat next to him. He rubs the skin on her back comfortingly. She smiles at him gratefully and nods her head. I keep my stare there for a few more long seconds. Recently Kie and John B have been hanging out more closely with one another. Obviously, they're best friends like the rest of us, but they're always picking the seat that's next to one another. Touches linger on the other's skin, and even Kie is laughing at John B's not so funny jokes.

"Pope what did you do?" JJ swims back to the boat.

"Sandbar," Pope says, looking out into the water. "Channel changed."

"No shit."

"This is probably gonna mess this whole place up," John B says.

"Hey, I saved the beer, though."

A sarcastic scoff blows past my lips and I shake my head. "Congrats, JJ."

"Guys..." I look back over at Pope who's fixated on something in the water as he stands on the side of the boat, unmoving. Barely blinking. "I think there's a boat down there."

"Shut up. What?"

"No way."

"No, no, guys. I'm serious. There's a boat down there," Pope says.

I follow the others to the side of the boat to find what Pope is staring at. I'm ready to tell Pope he's seeing things and needs to get a couple more hours of sleep, but to my surprise he is right. A couple feet below the murky water is the silhouette of an overturned boat.

"Guys...is this..." John B says slowly.

"It's a boat!" Kie says.

I'm the first one to start stripping out of my clothes, curiosity overwhelming me. I want to see what's down there...if someone is down there.

"Guys, wait up!" I hear Pope yell as soon as I dive into the water next to JJ.

I swim deeper into the water, ignoring the thudding pain in my ears as I sink further into the marsh. The salt water slightly stings my eyes, but it isn't anything I'm not already use to. You kind of get use to it after wiping out in the ocean every time you surf.

The boat's bigger than the water's surface made it out to be. I don't think it's real until I feel the smooth exterior under my fingertips. I push myself a little deeper before I run out of air. I try looking through the open bars into the driver's seat. A part of me is afraid of what I might see, but I have to know. I have to make sure there's no one in here. Trapped and decaying all alone. My biggest fear is that my dad is somewhere in the middle of the ocean submerged in that same position.

However, I'm relieved when I don't see a dead body floating around the steering wheel.

When I feel my chest tighten, I push myself up to the surface. I gasp for air the second the cool breeze hits my face.

"You guys saw that?" JJ pants.

"Yeah!"

"Yeah I did!"

"Yeah!"

We swim back to the boat. John B climbs up first then holds out his hand for me to take. JJ is right behind me and pulls himself up.

"See?" He smirks at me when John B moves to help Pope and Kie up the boat. "Cheeky."

I shove his chest back with two hands. He falls back into the seat I had originally occupied, laughing to himself. I roll my eyes and throw my jean shorts back on when my legs are dry.

I both love it and hate it when JJ makes comments like that. It makes my heart flutter every time and fireworks explode in my stomach. But every euphoric feeling I get dissipates within seconds when I remember that the two of us will never happen. Because he's my brother's best friend. Because he's my best friend. And I can't ruin that like I ruin everything else in my life.

JJ turns to the rest of our friends and runs his fingers through his wet and tangled hair. "That's a Grady-White. A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy. That's a primo rig."

"Yeah. That's the boat we saw when we surfed the surge." John B says, catching my attention. "Maybe it hit the jetty or something."

The memory of last night sprints to the front of my brain. The boat. I should have expected it to sink, but shouldn't have someone been behind the wheel? Whoever it was, I hope they made it out alive. I can't help but feel a small sliver of hope for that person since I didn't find them trapped inside the boat. With that sliver of hope came the reminder of my dad's disappearance like a slap in the face. Maybe if something had happened to him, he could have made it out alive too.

No. He is dead, I tell myself.

"You surfed the surge?" Kie's voice brings me out of my head. Her voice is strong and laced with disapproval.

"That's my boy. Pogue style!" JJ cheers.

"Why are you only looking at me? It was Marleigh's idea!" John B points an accusatory finger my way, hoping to take some of the blame off of motherly Kie.

Kie turns to glare at me. "What the heck?"

"Pope was there too!" I follow John B's lead by pointing my finger at someone else. This in return earns Pope a glare from our curly brunette friend.

"They guilted me into it! Said if they didn't have another pair of eyes, they'd probably drown and no one would be there to save them," Pope says with a glare. "They're lucky I was there. I was the one who saw Mar go under."

"I was fine!" I roll my eyes at Pope's dramatized version of events.

"Wait, wait." JJ interrupts the bickering. "Do we know whose boat that is?"

John B shakes his head and walks to the back of the boat where JJ and I are standing. "No, but we're about to find out."

"Dude, it's too deep."

"Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ."

JJ makes his way to the opposite side of boat next to Kie and Pope. He digs into the cooler for another beer and takes a long swig. "Well, I'm not resuscitating you. I'm just making that clear up front."

John B pulls the anchor up and untangles it from the chains. "That's fine." He holds the anchor close to his chest, using the extra weight to drag him down further into the water. He catches Kie's disappointed glare and sighs. "What?"

Pope looks between the two and brings his hand up as a salute to my brother. "Diver down, fool."

John B nods. "Diver down."

JJ walks up to him and shoves him in the water by his chest before he can change his mind. "Yeah, he is."

John B's body disappears behind the muddy water. No one says anything as we wait. Kie bounces anxiously next to me on her toes. Her hands grip the edge of the boat until her knuckles turn white. I want to say something to her, to make her relax, but I don't want to embarrass her in front of the other two idiots on the boat.

"Should we go get him?" Pope asks after it's been a minute.

Before Kie can jump into the water, John B resurfaces, coughing water out of his mouth.

"Oh my God." Kie scowls. "That took forever."

I shake my head with a small smile on my lips and take the anchor from his hands.

"Any dead bodies?" Pope asks.

"Looting potential?" JJ follows up.

John B pulls himself into the boat. I hand him a towel.

"No. No." He shakes his head but holds something small in his hand. "But I found this motel key."

"A key," Pope says with no emotion, clearly not as excited as John B.

"Yeah, a key, Pope."

"Great!" JJ snags the key out of his hand and looks at it. "We salvaged a motel key."

"Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard," Kie says.

I agree with Kie. "Maybe we'll get a finder's fee."

"Yeah and not work all summer," JJ says. "Thanks Agatha, ya batch."

John B drives us back to the shore, but we don't go to the Chateau. We go to the coast guard to report the boat.

I'm not surprised to see the coast guard's post surrounded with people, shouting complaints and concerns. There is no designated line for people to professionally line themselves up. At least, if there is, no one is following the order.

I decide to wait with Pope and Kie in the boat while John B and JJ try to report the sunken boat. I rest my legs on the cooler and bask in the late morning sun with the spare couple of seconds I have in silence.

However those seconds are short-lived when I feel someone kick my legs off the cooler, almost knocking me off my seat.

"What the -"

Then I feel an upward slap to the back of my head. "The surge!"

"Ow, Kie!"

"You could have died out there!"

"But I didn't." I offer a guilty smile. When she doesn't smile back, I sigh and sit myself up straighter. "It's fun, Kie. You'll never know until you try it. You should come out with us next time."

"Your brother would have never let you do it, let alone join you."

Her words make me pause. It's true John B use to be more responsible. Out of the two us, he was always the one to keep us both in line. Sometimes he would be like a second father to me. He always protected me, bandaged me up, and took the fall for mistakes I made. Now he is following in my footsteps. Taking more risks with an act-now-think-later mentality. All of our friends know he's doing this to deal with our dad's disappearance. Unlike Kie, I don't think what he's doing is wrong. He's having more fun, and he's not going to kill himself doing it.

It's better than what I was doing when I tried forgetting about what might of happened to my dad.

The boys return with blank faces. I can already tell that the coast guards couldn't care less about their problem, let alone if they even listened.

"Well, that went well," John B says.

"So what's the plan?" I ask, ignoring Kie's deadly stare on the side of my head.

"I know how we're gonna find the guy who owns that boat." John B holds up the key with a mischievous smirk.

"We don't know who's room that is." Pope is quick to try to stop him. "It could be anyone."

Shockingly, Kie doesn't take Pope's side. She slaps her hands to the back of his shoulders and giggles. "Come on. I'll be lookout."

After JJ unties the boat from the dock, John B steers the boat in the direction of the motel.

"Finder's fee," John B shrugs. "Just saying."

"And hey, at least you'll only be an accomplice," JJ says as he stands next to John B, smirking down at a disapproving Pope.

"Man," Pope complains.

"Come on, bubba," John B laughs.

A couple minutes later, we pull up to the dock outside the motel, in front of the parking lot. I've seen run down motels before, but this one looks like it could be used in a horror movie. The wooden siding is peeling off, littering the pavement below. The railing on the balcony looks less than stable, most slabs even missing.

JJ whistles. "I thought the Chateau looked bad."

"This place is a shit show," John B agrees.

"Motel or meth lab?" Kie says.

"You be the judge," says Pope.

"Doesn't look like a place somebody with a Grady-White stays," I say, confused as to why a man living here had a boat as expensive as the one we found.

"No. Looks like a place someone with a Grady-White would get killed," Pope says.

JJ walks to the edge of the boat to tie us to the dock. I come up behind him to help.

"This is your captain speaking. HMS Pogue comin' in for landing," JJ announces.

"We good?" John B asks as I tie the last knot.

"Yeah, we good," JJ replies.

I get out of the boat first and flip my sunglasses on top of my head. There's only two cars in the parking lot, which is good news. Less chances of us getting caught.

"All right. Here goes nothin'," John B says, hopping out of the boat next to me. JJ follows.

As we turn to walk away, Pope calls out for us to stop. "Hey!"

"Yeah?" John B asks.

"Don't let them do anything stupid," He tells my brother, nodding towards JJ and I with his head. I stick my tongue out at him but he doesn't acknowledge it.

JJ wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side. "Oh, we will."

I laugh and shove him off of me.

John B laughs too before turning to Pope. "I'm not making any promises."

"Yeah I know," Pope finally sighs.

"Hey!" Kie walks to the side of the boat that's next to the dock. Neither John B or Kie say anything for a moment. They both just stand there, looking at each other for about two seconds too long. If I were any closer, I'd be able to see them blushing like crazy. "Uh, be careful." She looks over his shoulder at JJ and I who are watching them with raised brows and amused expressions. "I mean it."

"Yeah," John B chuckles and follows JJ and I out to the stairs that will bring us to the second floor of the motel.

The smell of the motel is almost as bad as it looks. Like a sweat box drenched in urine with a hint of cigarette smoke. Stacked on the side of the building near every room is a bare mattress, not one of them without a yellow or brown stain.

"Why are all these mattresses out?" I ask.

"After a hurricane, they ditch 'em 'cause they're moldy," JJ answers me before turning to slap his hands on John B's shoulders. He raises his voice an octave higher to mimic Kie and pretends to fawn over him. "Just be so careful, John."

John B pushes him away and rolls his eyes. "God, you're so weird."

"What was that about?" JJ continues.

"I don't know. Maybe she wants us to be careful." My brother plays dumb. It makes me roll my eyes. I don't know if he's just trying to avoid the conversation or if he's just that blind.

"Since she heard you're being threatened with exile, she's just been, like -" Again JJ raises his voice and clings onto John B's arm. "Oh be careful John B."

John B pushes him off again. "Get off."

JJ continues, "Oh, give me that John D already." He drops his voice back to normal. "When are you gonna swoop on that, man?"

I roll my eyes and lead the way. Most of the curtains are pulled down on every window. The doors lining the walls look thin enough that I could fall through them and accidentally whip them open. Even the wood I'm standing on doesn't seem sturdy enough. I feel like I'm going to fall through it with every step.

"Bro, you know the rule. No pogue-on-pogue macking."

"Yeah, trust me. I know that rule."

I look over my shoulder at the blonde boy, only to find him staring straight back at me. He quickly winks at me before I turn back around. Something flutters in my stomach.

"You're the one always hitting on her," John B retaliates.

"Of course I'm always hitting on her," JJ says. And just like that, the flutters are gone and replaced with something that more resembles nausea. "She's a super-hot, rich, hippie chick slumming with us. Why? I can't figure it out either, but who cares, bro? I know that door's locked because I've tried it. Have you?"

"You need help."

"You both need help," I say, keeping my eyes on the numbers on each door. We're getting close.

"Not a little help, you need a lot of help," John B continues, ignoring me completely. "It's like every girl who just has a heartbeat, you're like...'Uhh.'"

We finally reach room twenty nine and I turn to look at the two knuckleheads with a glare. I love being their friend and all but sometimes the bro talk needs to stay within the bros.

"What? It's not a big deal," JJ says more to me than John B which only makes me roll my eyes more. "You do the same thing."

"Shut up. This is us. Twenty-nine," I say.

JJ sighs and walks to the other side of me to peek into the window. When he doesn't see anything he knocks on the door. In an even higher pitched voice he says, "Housekeeping." I look behind us to make sure no one is looking.

"Should we try it?" John B asks.

"Yeah," JJ and I say at the same time, taking a step back so John B can use the key to let us in.

"No power. No security cameras. No one's gonna know," JJ says as a final push to invade this guy's privacy and ransack his room. Find out why he has a Grady-White and how we can get equally as lucky.

The door opens with a loud creak. The inside looks just as bad as the outside. Musty, dirty, and smells like the actual housekeepers haven't visited for weeks. Maybe months. As suspected the power is out and the windows are so dirty that barely any natural light can peek through them.

On the full size bed is a small green duffel bag and a pack of cigarettes. Next to it is a pillow I would not trust laying my head. Dirty laundry surrounds it on the floor and if I listen closely, I'm pretty sure I can hear a mouse squeaking away in a corner.

"Check the bag. See if there's a name on there somewhere," John B tells me.

I grimace as I reach my hand below the zipper. I don't know what I'm going to find in there but my mind immediately thinks there's a severed head laying in the bag. In a motel like this, the idea isn't far fetched. But instead, I pull out a coat.

"A jacket," I tell them. Nothing special but at least it's not a head.

John B holds up a pair of shoes. "Denim slides."

I look at the tag and run my fingers through the pockets. There's nothing that tells me who it belongs to. "No name on the jacket."

"It's a nice jacket though," JJ says, walking up next to me and taking it from my hands to look at it. "Definitely over 50."

John B holds up another pair of shoes. "He's got New Balances."

JJ finds a small map on the night stand and holds it out to the light. "Yo, dude, come here. Maybe this is where they were fishing."

John B grabs the map to look at it. "Let me see."

"Right there." JJ points at the part that's circled in red pen.

"No, that's off the continental shelf. That's Big Swell. Nobody fished there."

John B tucks the map in his back pocket and moves to the other side of the room. He picks up a cup and sniffs it, immediately pulling it away with a cringe. "Coffee?" He offers me the mug.

"Yeah," I reply sarcastically, turning away to shuffle through the random pieces of paper on the nightstand. Just a couple of receipts from the donut shop down the street. Nothing that has a name on it. Plus a piece of paper that has random numbers on it.

"Standard. Tissues when you get lonely," JJ says from the bathroom, tossing anything that seems invaluable over his shoulder into the dirty bath tub behind him. "Oh!"

"What?" I look up at him, hopeful that he found something that we actually came looking for. Although, I don't really know what that is yet. "Did you find anything?"

"A really awesome Dopp kit your brother won't let me steal."

John B smirks at him. "Yeah, 'cause we're not stealing shit."

JJ groans and throws the kit over his shoulder with the other crap he's not taking.

John B opens the cabinet under the TV stand. He drops to his knees when he finds a small safe with a padlock protecting it. I walk up behind him and squat next to him, narrowing my attention at the codes he's trying. I roll my eyes at the first one. "One-one-one-one." The safe beeps at the incorrect password. Then he tries "One-one, one, two." Again the safe beeps at us three times.

"Punching shit at random. That will...definitely work," JJ says behind us. He bends down to pull the map back out of John B's pocket to look at it.

"Wait a second," I say, turning back to the nightstand with the paper that had the four random numbers on it. It suddenly makes sense. "Here."

"I don't know. I don't know about the second one," JJ says, more to himself because John B and I are more focused on the safe. "These coordinates, they...wait. My cousin said you could catch swordfish here."

"Six, one, six, six, six," John B mutters to himself.

"Six, six, six. That can't be a good sign," I say.

"Nah, that wouldn't make any sense," JJ shakes his head to himself. "What about a surf spot?"

The safe's lock clicks instead of beeps at us. The metal door pops open, inviting us in. John B looks at me with a proud and giddy grin. I can't help but let out a breathy laugh and open the safe completely.

"Holy shit," John B curses when we finally see what's in the safe. My eyes grow wide at what we find. Stacks of one hundred dollar bills and a gun. The find only confuses me more. If this guy had money like this, why was he staying here? "Uh...JJ."

"Hm?" JJ finally hums after having a long conversation with himself.

"You're gonna want to see this," I say, smirking up at him.

I stand up from my spot so JJ could get a good look. He crouches down next to my brother and the smile on his face is similar to a child on Christmas morning.

He reaches in and instead of grabbing the money, he grabs the gun. I can't say I'm surprised. This is JJ we're talking about.

"You grabbed the gun," John B scoffs but can't hide the grin on his face.

"This is a SIG Sauer!" JJ exclaims, holding it up in the air and admiring it.

"Put the gun back, JJ," John B says.

"This is a fucking spendy gatt, man. Just..." JJ points the gun in front of him and pretends to fire it. "Bam! Bam!" I duck out of the way. I know he's just pretending but I wouldn't be surprised if he accidentally shot it because he was too excited. "Bam! Bam!"

"Jesus JJ," I hiss. "Quit it."

"Hey, think about it! Bam! Bam!"

"We're not stealing anything," John B says.

"Just take a pic of me. Right here," JJ holds the gun to his chest and points it up at the ceiling, posing with it.

"You want me to take a picture of you?" I purse my lips and raise one brow at him.

"Yeah, like..."

"Make our own incriminating evidence? Is that what you're talking about?"

A light tapping from the back window stops us all from our tiny bickering match. All three of our heads turn to the window, confused.

"Wait what was that?" John B says first.

JJ and I follow him to the window. He pulls the curtain to the side and presses his face against the dusty glass. Pope and Kie are jumping up and down and waving their hands like two idiots and pointing at a car parked in the lot. Their voices come through the glass quietly, but just loud enough for us to hear them say, "Cops! Cops! Cops!"

"Shit," John B pushes off the window.

"What is it?" JJ asks.

"Cops."

On cue, there's knocks coming from the other side of the door. "Kildare County Sheriff's Department!"

"Shit," I curse to myself and push myself in front of the boys. The only way we are getting out is through the window. JJ and John B climb out first. JJ holds out his hand for me to take right as the door knobs squeaks.

The jump is too high. All three of us would break our ankles if we tried. The only option we have is to stick it out on the roof and hope the cops don't look out the window.

The roof is small since the window sits on the side of the building. The only way the three of us will fit is if I'm pressed against the siding with JJ pressed behind me. Which is the exact position we're in. My right foot dangles off the side of the roof to make as much room for JJ as I can so we're as flat against the building as possible. I can hear his racing heart against my back and I can't help but wonder if it's from the adrenaline rush of being caught by the cops or being pressed up against me.

I know why my heart's beating like mad.

I try to even my breathing so I can listen in on what's happening inside. The cops' voices are muffled through the walls. I glance at John B who is trying to peek inside. His brows furrow together in confusion at what he's seeing. When he looks up at me, I mouth "what" but he only shakes his head.

JJ tries to shuffle around his footing, which only makes him fumble more and lose his balance. I can't help the gasp that escapes my mouth. I grip on to both JJ and the corner of the wall so neither one of us fall. Unfortunately, as I try to save both of our lives, the gun slips out of JJ's pocket and creates an even bigger scene.

I squeeze my eyes tight and press myself deeper into the rotting wooden siding of the motel, praying that the police think it was only a bird or a squirrel. When I peek one eye open, I see John B grimacing against the building too. He shakes his head again for me and JJ not to move.

Minutes feel like hours as we wait, but eventually we hear the door close and the voices of the police officers on the balcony outside.

I exhale a deep breath and just about dive back into the room head first.

The boys follow me out the door the cops just walked out of and we meet Kie and Pope back at the boat. When they see us approaching, they both let out a sigh of relief.

"Well, that was fun," JJ says as we step back into the boat. My safe spot with nothing but water if we fall off.

"Could have warned us sooner," John B says lightly.

Kie rolls her eyes. "We would have except Pope was on the math team."

JJ turns to look at our geeky friend. "You were on the math team?"

"The cops took everything," John B says before another bickering fest could erupt between JJ and Pope. I turn to look at John B. That's what he must've seen in the room. "Like it was a crime scene."

"Did you guys find anything?" Pope asks.

"Did we find anything?" JJ says with a smirk. "No I don't think so." He holds up the gun and a stack of one hundred dollar bills. His smile grows wider. "Oh, yeah, we did."

Of course he stole them.

Pope and Kie jump up from their seats and look at JJ like he's grown two heads.

"What the hell?" Pope says in awe.

"What the hell?" Kie scowls.

"Dude, chill. Come on," JJ says, relaxed.

"Why take that from a crime scene?" Kie asks. She looks at me for some kind of explanation but I only shrug in response. I don't know what goes on in JJ's head.

JJ shrugs. "Better than cops having it."

"You serious?" Kie looks at John B who only gives her the same response I do.

Pope sits back down with his head in his hands. "I'm going to lose my merit scholarship."

JJ walks over to him and wraps his arms around his shoulders from behind him. "Hey, hey, shh, shh, shh. At least you have us, right?"

"I'm living the nightmare."

I laugh at Pope's theatrics even though I know he's genuinely worried about losing his scholarship - the only thing he has that will get him off of this damn island and make a name for himself. A selfish part of me hopes he loses the scholarship so he's forced to stay here with the rest of us, but I know that will never happen. Pope is the smartest guy I know and deserves to go off to a fancy college and be successful. The scholarship is going to give him that out we all desperately want. He's not going to lose that scholarship. I've already made sure so.

He just doesn't know it.

~ ~ ~

We dock our boat in town to grab something to eat before going back to my house. I am craving fish tacos and no one is going to stop me from getting them. As we wait outside with a couple other kids I recognize from school a couple years younger than us, paramedics and cop cars show up. Another boat pulls into the dock. A coast guard. Four men haul a stretcher off of it and wheel it up to the waiting ambulance. A sheet is drawn over the body so I can't see who it is but a sick thought races through my mind.

"Who's that?" John B asks the girl sitting near us.

"It's Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm," She says. I ignore the look John B casts my way and look at the girl's phone as she holds it out to us. "Check out this pic I got." She smiles sickly at it. "Dead body."

"Insane," I mumble, suddenly feeling sick and not in the mood for fish tacos.

"Holy shit." My brother says.

"What kind of boat did he have?" JJ asks her.

She puts her phone away. "Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady-White. Everyone's out looking for it."

As soon as Kie walks out of the store carrying our food, we book it out of there. JJ tells her what happened on the ride back to the Chateau as I sit and think about how screwed we are if we get caught with the gun and money. They might think we killed him!

"So, um...we didn't see anything," Pope says as we walk into the Chateau. "We don't know anything. We need to have total and complete amnesia."

I fall on my couch and lean forward, biting my nails until I reach the nub - a nervous habit of mine. The smell of my tacos makes me queasy. They could have been swimming near that dead body yesterday. Who knows.

"Actually Pope's right for once," JJ says, plopping down on the seat next to me. He takes my hand away from my mouth and leans into the side of the couch, still staring at Pope who looks at him with raised brows. "See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny."

"Guys, we can't keep that money," Kie says.

"Okay, not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kie," JJ says which only makes Kie's scowl deepen.

"We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs," Kie continues. "Otherwise, it's bad karma."

"Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too," Pope adds. "We gotta go dark."

JJ shrugs. "If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree."

"I don't agree," John B finally pipes up and looks between all of us.

"What? Why?"

"Just think about it," John B says. "This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady-White?" He shrugs and holds out his hands in surrender. "Just saying."

I don't know what to think but I'm leaning towards JJ's idea. We should keep our mouths shut but roll around in the money that we risked our lives for. Finder's keepers isn't just a saying that dies when you've reached your teenage years.

John B continues, "All right, so think about it Pope. How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?"

Pope inhales sharply. "Prostitution."

"Square groupers, bro," John B says. He looks at JJ who will understand where he is coming from. "Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean? JJ?"

JJ smirks. "They were straight smugglin'."

John B snaps his finger that's pointing at JJ, "Smuggling. And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband in that wreck."

"Hell yeah!" JJ stands up and slaps John B's hand in the Pogue handshake. "Fish on!"

Pope speaks up, "For the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband on the inside of it...it probably belongs to someone else."

"Minor details."

"They could come looking for it," I say, not exactly taking Pope's side but just mentioning the risk so that everyone knows what we're up against. We don't know what kind of people could be looking for this shit too.

Pope nods. "Taking it would be catastrophically stupid."

JJ bends down so he's face to face with Pope and holds out the money in front of his face. "Right. Well, stupid things have good outcomes all the time."

"I wouldn't say all the time," I say, grinning when JJ looks over his shoulder to glare at me.

"All we need to do is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then, we just lay low. Just act normal."

"Right. And how exactly do we do that?" Pope says.

When his eyes meet mine, a light bulb ignites in my head. My frown is turned upside down into a smile and I lean forward so everyone can see how exciting I am.

"Kegger?"

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bluedemiknight · 3 years

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I ship Shadamy usually, but Sticksamy is growing on me. Sonamy is kind of cute and Knuckles is always Amy’s bro. In my eyes at least.

In an unrelated note.

AUs I hope to see in the future:

The Little Mermaid AU

The Phantom of the Opera AU

Monster University AU

Political marriage to cover a planned coop AU

My Dad! Shadow AU (I will eventually finish the little short story)

Café AU

Bakery AU

Flower Shop AU

Deep rooted mystery unravelling the origins of some of the characters AU

Sherlock Holmes AU

Ancient Sacrificial Bride AU

Space Exploration similarly to the Second season or whatever season of Sonic X the anime but different AU

El Dorado AU

Time travel AU (Don’t worry I’m going to do that real soon)

Suddenly a kid AU

Sonic being a jerk because of Eggman plot and hurts Amy’s heart but she doesn’t cry and holds her head up and still believes Sonic will do the right thing in the end no matter how he treats her AU (Possible Shadamy because he likes her integrity) (Sonic redemption???)

SCP AU

Farmer X Alien AU

Bandit AU

^Sheriff AU (Can tie together)

Police AU

I CAN NOT THINK OF ANY MORE UH-

Post-Apocalypses AU

Demon AU

Angel AU

Priest AU

Nun AU

Kindergarten AU

^Teacher AU (Can be tied together)

VAMPIRE AU

WEREWOLF (OR HOG) AU

Witch/ Wizard AU

Inside an RPG or stuck inside a game AU

Isekai AU

Reincarnation AU (+ Villainess AU)

Rockstar AU

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isitsapphic · 4 years

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All of these shows/movies have sapphic characters in them

Attempting to provide the most comprehensive list of TV shows and movies with sapphic characters. TV shows are followed by a list of wlw characters. Some films have been cited with their original title as well as the English translation. Please message me or submit a post with any missing shows or films.

-Aimee & Jaguar

-All About E

-All American (Coop, Patience)

-Almost Adults

-Ana Y Vitoria

-Anatomy of a Love Seen

-Antonia’s Line

-Annihilation

-Anyone But Me (unsure which characters)

-Atomic Blonde

-Atypical (Casey, Izzie)

-AWOL

-Battle of the Sexes

-La Belle Saison/ Summertime

-Below her Mouth

-Bessie

-Better Than Chocolate

-BFFs

-Birds of Prey

-The Bisexual (unsure which characters)

-Black Lightning (Anissa, Grace)

-Bloomington

-Blue Gate Crossing

-Blue is the Warmest Color

-The Bold Type (Kat, Adina)

-Booksmart

-Bound

-Broad City (Ilana)

-Brooklyn Nine-Nine (Rosa)

-Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Tara, Willow, Kennedy)

-Bumblefuck USA

-But i'm a Cheerleader

-Cable Girls (Carlotta)

-Carmilla (Carmilla, Laura)

-Carol

-Charmed reboot (Mel, Nico, Jada)

-Chasing Life (Brenna)

-Ci Qing/Spider Lilies

-Circumstance

-Cloudburst

-Concussion

-The Danish Girl

-Daphne

-Dear White People (Kelsey, Brooke)

-D.E.B.S.

-Degrassi: Next Class (Rasha, Zoe)

-Desert Hearts

-Disobedience

-Dope

-Drifting Flowers

-Duck Butter

-The Duke of Burgundy

-Elena Undone

-Elisa and Marcela

-Entre Nous/Between Us

-Everything Sucks (Kate, Emaline)

-Faking It (Amy)

-Farewell, My Queen

-The Favourite

-Fear of Water

-Feel Good (Mae, George)

-The Feels

-Les Filles Du Botaniste/ The Chinese Botanist’s Daughter

-Fire

-The Firefly

-First Girl I Loved

-The Fosters (Stef, Lena, Monty)

-Four-Faced Liar

-Foxfire

-Freeheld

-Fremde Haut/Unveiled

-Friends (Carol, Susan)

-Fucking Amal/Show Me Love

-Gentrified (Ana, Yessika)

-Gia

-The Girl King

-Girltrash: All Night Long

-Glee (Brittany, Santana, Dani)

-Glow (Yolanda, Arthie)

-Gentleman Jack (Anne, Ann)

-Gray Matters

-Grey’s Anatomy (Callie, Arizona, Carina, Penny, Amelia, Erica)

-Go Fish

-Godless (Mary Agnes)

-Good Trouble (Alice)

-The Good Wife (Kalinda)

-Gotham (Barbara, Tabitha, Renee)

-Gypsy (Jean, Sidney)

-The Half of It

-The Handmaid’s Tale (Moira, Emily)

-The Handmaiden

-Hart of Dixie (Crickett)

-The Haunting of Bly Manor (Jamie, Dani)

-The Haunting of Hill House (Theodora, Trish)

-Heart Beats Loud

-Heavenly Creatures

-High Art

-High Fidelity (Robyn)

-The Hours

-How to Get Away With Murder (Annalise, Eve)

-The Hunger

-I Am Not Okay With This (Sydney)

-I Can’t Think Straight

-If These Walls Could Talk 2

-Imagine Me & You

-The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love

-The Intervention

-Intimates (Ji sor)

-Itty Bitty Titty Committee

-It’s In the Water

-Jane the Virgin (Rose, Luisa, Petra, Jane Ramos)

-Jennifer’s Body

-Jenny’s Wedding

-Jessica Jones (Jeri)

-Joven y Alocada/Young and Wild

-Karmen Gei

-The Kids are Alright

-Killing Eve (Eve, Villanelle)

-The Killing of Sister George

-Kissing Jessica Stein

-Kyss Mig/ Kiss Me

-The L Word (basically all of them)

-Legends of Tomorrow (Sara, Ava)

-Lez Bomb

-Lianna

-Life Partners

-Light as a Feather (Alex)

-Lip Service (basically all of them)

-Liz in September

-Lost and Delirious

-Lost Girl (Lauren, Bo)

-Love My Life

-Lovesong

-Loving Anabelle

-Madam Secretary (Kat)

-Madchen in Uniform

-Madre Solo Hay Dos (Mariana, Ana)

-Margarita with a Straw

-Marvel’s Runaways (Karolina, Nico)

-Master of None (Denise)

-Mein Freund aus Faro/ My Friend from Faro

-A Mi Madre Le Gustan Las Mujeres/ My Mother Likes Women

-The Miseducation of Cameron Post

-Monster

-Mulholland Drive

-My Summer of Love

-Newness

-El Nino Pez/ The Fish Child

-One Day at a Time (Syd, Elena)

-Orange is the New Black (a lot of them)

-The Originals (Freya, Keelin)

-Orphan Black (Cosima, Delphine, Kenzie)

-Pariah

-A Perfect Ending

-The Perfection

-Person of Interest (Root, Shaw)

-Personal Best

-Pitch Perfect Trilogy

-The Politician (Skye)

-Portrait of a Lady on Fire

-Portrait of a Serial Monogamist

-Pride

-Princess Cyd

-Pretty Little Liars (Emily, Maya, Paige, Alison)

-Professor Marston and the Wonder Women

-Puccini for Beginners

-Queen Sugar (Nova)

-Queer as Folk (unsure which characters)

-Rafiki

-Reaching for the Moon

-Red Doors

-RENT

-Riverdale (Cheryl, Toni)

-Rookie Blue (Gail, Holly)

-Room in Rome

-Rosewood (Pippy, TMI)

-Rough Night

-The Runaways

-Russian Doll (Lizzy)

-Sancharram/ The Journey

-Santa Clarita Diet (Lisa, Anne)

-Saving Face

-Saving Hope (Maggie, Sydney)

-The Secret Diaries of Ms Anne Lister

-A Secret Love

-Sense 8 (Amanita, Nomi)

-Set it Off

-Sex Education (unsure which characters)

-She’s Gotta Have It (Nola)

-Shrill (Fran)

-Signature Move

-The Sinner (Heather)

-Skins (Naomi, Emily)

-South of Nowhere (Ashley, Spencer)

-The Spy Who Dumped Me

-Stranger Inside

-Stranger Things (Robin)

-Stud Life

-The Summer of Sangalie

-Supergirl (Alex, Maggie, Kelly)

-Tales of the City (unsure which characters)

-Tangerine

-Thelma

-Trinkets (unsure which characters)

-Tru Love

-The Truth about Jane

-Unfreedom

-V for Vendetta

-Valencia

-Vida (unsure which characters)

-Viola di Mare/The Sea Purple

-Vita and Virginia

-The Walking Dead (Tara)

-Water Lillies

-The Watermelon Woman

-Wentworth (Bea, Allie, Frankie, Bridget)

-When Night is Falling

-With Every Heartbeat

-Workin’ Moms (Frankie, Giselle)

-The World to Come

-Wynona Earp (Waverly, Nicole, Shae)

-Yes or No

-You and Me Forever

-You, Me, Her (Izzy, Emma)

-Younger (Maggie, Lauren)

-The 100 (Clarke, Lexa, Niylah)

-911 (Hen, Karen, Eva)

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chaoticcute · 4 years

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Oh! a soft anti x male reader perhaps? if you want to of course :)

I Feel A Little Off Today

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Pairing: Soft Anti x Male! reader

Warnings:

Angst! Mentions of death, language

Sorry this took so long but Hopefully this suffices for the anon that requested this. I came up with this while listening to Five Finger Death Punch’s song I'm a little bit off and this idea popped into my head

Plot: With everything going on in the world..Y/N starts to feel a little less like their normal happy selves and Anti is the only one who can comfort them.

You didn't want to get out bed today but you had to. Even if there was absolutely nothing you could do other than sit on the couch, maybe read up on a book, watch Tv, or browse the internet. This entire lockdown was going great for the first few months, it was amazing not having to socialize unless it was through Zoom or Skype. Hell, you even got a lot more work done than you would have at your actual job. You could just sit on the couch cuddled up to your boyfriend eating pizza and watch movies all day but after the first few weeks, Anti became restless. He wasn't used to being so cooped up in one place and it was starting to eat away at him when he and Jack weren't making videos together. You were able to help him through that but now it was like you had switched places. Now you were restless, waiting to hear on the news that this had finally dispersed and that everything was okay again but you were starting to believe that day may never come.

I don't really wanna try today, I see nothing in my reflection

You sat at the counter dressed comfortably in your boyfriend's hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. A cup of coffee sitting in front of you untouched due to temperature, as you clicked through the channels sighing as you find nothing of interest and settled on a talk show. Once that was taken care of you sat upon a stool, tapping your fingers rhythmically that is until you felt a vibration. Furrowing your brows you glanced down at your torso, a light coming from the jacket pocket and you sighed.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N!”

Marvin, one of Sean’s other alter egos was on the other end. Chipper as usual,

“Oh hey Marv.” Your voice had come out sounding a bit softer and more somber than you had expected. You had hoped he hadn’t noticed it but he did.

“You okay?” He asked

You ran a hand through your hair, not really wanting to answer the question. What were you going to say? Could you even lie to him?

“Y/N?”

You hummed, “Yeah, I’m good..I’m just tired. Haven’t been sleeping well.”

He didn’t sound like he believed you, but he didn’t seem to want to push the matter as he had changed the topic.

“Well I was thinkin’ that you guys could come over tomorrow night?”

Tomorrow night? Why?

“Oh yeah, what’s happening tomorrow night?”

Marvin chuckled softly clearly amused

“Jack is havin’ a party,”

A party? During A Quarantine?

You thought about it for a moment then shrugged, it might be good for the two of you to get out of this damned house and enjoy yourselves.

“Yeah, we’ll be there.”

Marvin seemed pleased by this answer, chuckling as he said his goodbyes before the two of you hung up. You looked down toward your coffee cup now and took a sip, your eyes flickering toward the Tv.

They had been talking about politics and how things were going all over the world but then your heart dropped slightly as they started talking about COVID. You tried to tear your eyes away from the screen as they spoke of the death toll and it’s continuing rise even though there was a lockdown in place all over the world. Your hands reached for the remote, when all at once it shut off entirely.

“Why do you watch this? You know what it does to you..”

You hadn’t even realized he had come in but there he was. Arms crossed, blue eyes on you. He wasn’t carrying his knife like he normally was, not that he needed it but it was just odd seeing him without his knife.

Your cheeks warm, and you sigh.

“I was checking the news, you never know Anti.”

“You act like it’s gonna change.” He said gently, making his way up toward you. A slight hint of a chuckle following as he wrapped his arms around you, his chin resting atop your head. “You okay?”

Again with that question,

“You just don’t seem, as happy as you usually are..So I’m worried about you.”

You sat your cup down and wrapped your hands around his arms, a slight smile playing on your lips. It made you feel warm knowing Anti worried about you. Knowing he cared and noticed when you weren’t at your best. After a moment you replied, your voice about as somber as when you were talking to Marvin on the phone.

“Not really, I’m scared..”

“Of the virus?” He asked, glancing over at the seat beside you and took your hand as he sat down, squeezing lightly at your fingers that he quickly laced with his own.

“Of everything, there’s no cure. People are dying..I’m just...” you sigh using your free hand to run it through your hair again before turning your eyes toward the television. While it was off, all you could think about was what they had said.

“I know..I know it’s scary babe but letting it freak you out this much can’t be good for you.”

You chuckled dryly sarcasm seeping through “It’s doing wonders for my health.”

Anti snickered softly before placing a gentle kiss to your hand. A tingling sensation remaining where his lips once were. You blushed.

“Let’s not focus on what’s happening out there.” He stated pointing a finger out toward the door,

“We’re safe yeah?”

You nodded, “We’re not infected, or have been around anyone who has been..it’s okay.”

You try your best to smile but it comes out more as a smirk, your eyes meeting briefly with his and he too smiles and for just a moment you find yourself breathless.

“Now, Whattya say we make breakfast and turn on your favorite Tv show. Forget about the fucked up world for a little bit and just enjoy each other’s company.”

You look toward the coffee cup sitting in front of you, no doubt probably gone cold then to the TV. Perhaps all you really needed was a break from the bad, and cuddling with your boyfriend was something you needed desperately at the moment. “Yeah, lets do that.”

Anti rose from his spot then kissed your head. “Chocolate chip pancakes and bacon sound good?”

Your mouth watered at the thought then you chuckled softly.

“Scrambled eggs.”

Anti scoffed playfully and nudged you as you grabbed the carton from the fridge.

“As if there’s anyway better to eat them.”

You smiled and as the two of you went to work at making Breakfast you had nearly forgotten about the world outside your door. Yeah the world was falling apart but when wasn’t it? As long as you had Anti, and the other egos, mark, Amy, Tyler and Ethan you were fine. That’s all that really mattered.

I'm a little bit off today Something down inside me feels so different Just a little bit off today

You can all fuck off today

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A/N thank you for requesting! Sorry this sucks so bad! I’m not used to x readers but hopefully you like it! Probably a few typos because I wrote this while I was tired,

#anon answered #anti x reader #jacksepticeye #soft anti #x reader #x you #jse egos #x male reader #thank you #thank you for the request!

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pluviophile-bookworm · 4 years

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Disney Channel Tag (created by caitlovesdisney on YouTube)

I was really out of ideas for new content and my very hectic online ed schedule isn’t really leaving me with a lot of time for an AWAE rewatch, so I decided to do something different this time. This is a tag created by the amazing caitlovesdisney over on YouTube, and if you’re a Disney fan and haven’t seen any of her videos, you should go check her out now:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uc4JrxVE-t4

So here are my answers to her 30 questions:

Favourite Disney Channel show: This is a hard one. The Suite Life of Zack and Cody was my first favourite from the network, but Austin & Ally got me through some really tough times, and then there’s Girl Meets World... so I guess it’s those three.

Favourite Disney Channel movie: Another very hard one, probably Lemonade Mouth or Avalon High.

Favourite Disney Channel ship: Why are these so tough? I’m gonna go with Lutteo or Binuel.

Favourite Disney Channel ship that never was: Riley and Farkle, definitely. No, wait, Riley x Farkle x Maya as a poly relationship.

Favourite Disney Channel friendship: This will be an unusual answer, but – Austin and Ally. I recently rewatched 1x3 and came to appreciate them as friends so much more than as a couple. I still don’t ship them with anyone but each other, though. Although Dez and Austin would have made a lovely couple, too.

Favourite Disney Channel siblings: The Diaz family. I really like Coop and Cami Wrather from the more recent shows, too.

Favourite Disney Channel animated series: Nothing can beat Phineas and Ferb, that was a culture of its own.

Favourite Disney Channel show that is airing right now: International: BIA, hands down. American: Sydney to the Max. It’s unlike anything else.

Disney Channel show you wish had another season: Andi Mack. Also, Girl Meets World. Those were two of a kind and better than most shows on the network imo.

Favourite international Disney Channel Show: Soy Luna. I also really enjoyed Alex & Co.

Favourite Disney Channel theme song: Another tough one. The Suite Life on Deck and Pair of Kings themes are certified bops. But one theme that I really wish had a longer version is the theme to Mighty Med.

Favourite song from a Disney Channel movie: Currently, Flesh and Bone from Zombies 2.

Favourite Disney Channel character: How do I possibly pick just one? Going with my gut feeling, Farkle from Girl Meets World.

Favourite Disney Channel actor/ actress: Actress – Sabrina Carpenter, no question. Actor – I really don’t know, but Jackson Dollinger from Sydney to the Max reminds me of my little brother for some reason.

Favourite Disney Channel kiss: Lutteo’s kiss from 2x41, mostly because of the moment preceding it.

Favourite Disney Channel Movie dance number: I have a soft spot for the ending number from Teen Beach 2.

Favourite Disney Channel parents: It’s a three-way tie between Bob and Amy, Bex and Bowie and... Cory and Topanga. I also like the kind of dad that Max from Sydney to the Max is.

Favourite quote from a Disney Channel movie: “I wanted to remember this summer, but not like this, Troy.” This one has stuck with me since I was 10 and saw HSM2 for the first time.

Which Disney Channel school would you like to attend?: Seven Seas High, definitely.

Favourite Disney Channel Duet: “Nadie como tú” by the glorious duo of Matteo and Simón.

Disney Channel character you’d switch wardrobes with: Andi Mack.

Disney Channel song that makes you cry: “More than a band” from Lemonade Mouth.

Disney Channel Song that makes you want to dance: “Flesh and Bone” from Zombies 2.

What DCOM do you wish had a sequel?: None, actually. I might have said Teen Beach 2 at first, but even with that ending, I do think they work better as a pair. The ending just had to be better.

Favourite Disney Channel recording artist: Sabrina Carpenter. I’ve been following her since she was on that one episode of Austin and Ally.

Last Disney Channel show and movie you watched: Show – BIA. DCOM – Lemonade Mouth.

Name a Disney Channel character you ship yourself with: I’m aroace, so I don’t ship myself with people. But I’d really like Big Red from HSMTMTS as a best friend. Or Farkle from Girl Meets World.

Which DCOM have you seen at least ten times: The original HSM, for sure. If you could have any item from a show or DCOM, what would it be?: Either Luna’s sun & moon necklace or... Ally’s book. When I’m told not to touch something, I really want to see what it is.

Pitch a Disney Channel show or movie: I’ve had a sort of obsession with the thought of Voltage, but what about Sing it Loud? I’d love to see that.

I’m tagging: every single Disney fan who sees this! xx

#disney #disney channel #tag #youtube #girl meets world #austin and ally #the suite life of zack and cody #the suite life on deck #hsmtmts #stuck in the middle #coop and cami ask the world #sydney to the max #andi mack #lemonade mouth #zombies 2 #avalon high #liv and maddie #good luck charlie

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captainscanadian · 5 years

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Star Crossed | Chris Beck x Reader (Destiny)

My Masterlist

Summary: Dr. Chris Beck returns to his life on Earth in hopes of getting back his entire universe.

Word Count: 5500+ (I have no self-control when it comes to writing!)

Pairing: Dr. Chris Beck x Professor!Reader

Warnings: Mild Swearing & A LOT of Angst!

A/N: After reading The Martian and watching the movie, I decided to combine my knowledge of the two to come up with this one-shot that is filled with so much angst and fluff that I actually cried while writing it. I am Chris Beck trash so I would like to thank the anon who sent in the request for me to write this one.

It seemed as though every single news outlet in the country was still reporting on The Hermes probe's return after more than nine hundred days in space, even though it had been a whole month since the six member crew were allowed to return home. The Ares III crew were honored as national heroes before they were relieved from their employment with NASA. Not only had they went against NASA's advice to slingshot back to Mars and rescue their stranded crew member, but after over nine hundred consecutive days logged in space, it made sense to let them go back to their lives on earth. With Watney being asked to stay back and take up a position in training the incoming astronaut candidates for future Ares missions, the rest of the crew had returned to their respective lives on earth.

Yale University campus was buzzing with excitement in the event of Dr. Christopher Beck coming in for a guest lecture that fine morning. Students from astrophysics and medicine alike had piled up into the lecture hall to learn first hand of the Ares III crew's flight surgeon's first hand experience on his mission to Mars and the events that followed. There was no denying that the entire student body and faculty members took extreme pride in welcoming back the alumnus. Everyone knew of Dr. Beck's achievements while he was a student here. After all, he was a recipient of the Norma Bailey Berniker Prize that was always awarded to graduating students who best exemplify the disciplines and precepts of the Hippocratic Oath. No one had ever doubted his success when he had graduated cum laude from Yale School of Medicine.

Nevertheless, you were slightly annoyed by the astronaut's presence on campus that day. It seemed as though his guest lecture had taken precedence over almost every other lecture that had been scheduled for the morning. You had walked into your 9 am Immunobiology lecture to see that only a few of your students had even bothered to show up. With the absence of the rest of your students throwing off the syllabus quite extensively, you had decided that it was best to cancel the lecture. The last thing you wanted to do was teach the same material twice. You did not have the time or energy to do that, not at this time of the semester. Perhaps you could schedule a make up lecture on a Saturday to stay on top of what you had initially planned for the rest of the semester. But you could not help the fact that you were pissed. Who would have known that Chris Beck himself would stand in the way of you doing your job? You had always thought it was the other way around...

A slight knock on the door made you look up from the scholarly article that you had been reading for the past hour. After cancelling your lecture, you had found plenty of time to spare. It did not take that long to update the syllabus and change up your lesson plans to coincide with today's cancellation. Your newfound free time was spent browsing through the medical journal for some new publications.

A sigh escaped your lips as your noticed your best friend and roommate, Amy Beck, standing against the door frame. Even though the two of you lived together, you had been avoiding her and your shared apartment like the plague in the last couple of weeks. You had a valid reason for that, at least you thought you did. A part of you hoped that she understood why you had been staying over at your parents' house in Hartford for the past month and commuting to New Haven every day. But knowing her, she was probably going to give you a piece of her mind for what you had been doing.

You had known Amy since you were in high school. Even though she was a few years younger than you, the two of you had become close over the last two decades. Some might find it slightly odd that you still lived with your best friend in when you were in your late thirties. Even your own parents did not hold back from letting you know of their disappointment in you not having settled down with a suitable man and a family of your own. It hadn't been your choice but Amy had moved in with you years ago, just because she knew you and she knew that you would choose to be alone otherwise. You had no choice but to let her. But you were happy. Your best friend was someone who had been there for you, even when the man whom you thought would stand by you for life, didn't. "What are you doing here? Actually, don't answer that. I know exactly what you're doing here and who you came here with. Don't even bother answering that."

"Care to explain why you haven't been home in a month?" She asked as she have you a stern look before crossing her arms against her chest. "Or why you've been sleeping on your mom's couch or wasting two hours everyday to commute to Yale?"

"You still haven't answered my question."

"You're the one who just told me not to bother answering..." She shook her head before shrugging her shoulders. "What are you doing here? Don't you usually have a class to teach at this time?" She questioned, her eyebrow raised at you.

"I had to cancel the lecture after about a hundred of my students decided not to show up." You replied with a groan as you leaned back in your chair. "I walked into the lecture hall to see twenty-four people. Twenty-four people sitting in a room that could seat a hundred and fifty. And yes, I fucking counted. I had no choice but to cancel class. So, here I am, cooped up in my office and reading about what's new in Neuroimmunology. No big deal." There was a hint of sarcasm in your voice that you hoped she would notice. It was obvious that you weren't in the best of moods. How could you? The arrival of Dr. Beck had been the talk of the town wherever you went, whether it was New Haven or Hartford. Aside from every news channel and the local businesses who had plastered his face in literally every corner of the town, even your own parents had praised him every night at the dinner table. You wished you were from anywhere from Hartford, you wished you could live anywhere but New Haven. Only then did you think that you could stop hearing of all these Chris Beck praises that seemed to fill your ears.

"You don't sound so happy about that." Your best friend snickered.

"Because we both know the reason why they all ditched my class." You rolled your eyes, closing your laptop as you stood up from your chair. "Everyone would rather be at the great Dr. Christopher Beck's guest lecture than pass my Immunobiology class this semester. And you know what? It's fine. It's not like I go home every night and spend hours on end reading through different sources. I don't waste my time preparing slides or anything like that. It's not like I made lecture notes so that I can stand on my feet for three whole hours while I'm wearing high heels to talk about what goes on in our fucking immune system. Why should I be pissed that no one showed up to hear me lecture for three hours when they could watch the man who spent two and a half years in space talk for an hour and a half about what happens to our fucking bodies when we're in outer space?" You were pissed. "It's not like most of them are going to be stuck on this disease filled planet with their shitty immune systems trying to make sure they don't die, right? They can just board their spaceships after they graduate and land on Mars because thanks to Mark Watney, we humans have finally cultivated Mars and all that's left to do is start expeditions to build a fucking settlement up there and grow more potatoes in their own shit!"

"....Right." She nodded as she looked over her head and bit her lip. "You know what? You have every right to be pissed. You did nothing wrong for your students to ditch your lecture. You work so hard to be the best Immunobiology professor that Yale has ever seen but they... they're just too caught up with all this sensation that my idiot of a brother's been causing to notice how much effort you put in to show up to class every morning."

You furrowed your eyebrows as you walked up to her, noticing the slight change in her composure. She looked as though she was anxious, the way she was mimicking your rambling and the way she fiddled with her ring as she looked down on the tiled floor causing you to become slightly suspicious. "Why do you keep looking back? Is someone there?" You asked, your eyebrow raised as you motioned towards the door frame.

"Nope." She quickly shook her head. "No, no, no... of course, not. There's no one here."

"Amy." You crossed your arms against your chest, looking down at your feet for a moment before looking back up at her. "Don't lie to me... is he... he's standing right behind the door frame, isn't he?"

Amy sighed before looking back over her shoulder once again. "You're toast." She whispered before she turned back to you and bit down on her bottom lip, frowning. "Please don't be mad at me. I know you and I know you don't want to see him. I know why you haven't been coming home since I told you he was coming back home. But he insisted that he wouldn't leave campus until he had a chance to speak to you so..."

You rubbed your temples in disbelief as she stepped away from the door frame, revealing her brother who had been standing behind her.

Chris Beck smiled weakly as he approached you. He knew how irritated you were at that time and he understood that he was the reason why you were. He did not want to make things worse than they already were between the two of you. Coming home after over two years in space had been a strange experience to say the least. In the eyes of the world, he was a hero. But in the eyes of Y/N Y/L/N, he would always be seen as the villain. Yet he had chosen to leave behind his job at NASA, leave behind the world that hailed him a hero, to the woman who saw him as the villain in her story. He had put his job with NASA before you once, but he wasn't going to make that mistake again.

"I'll be downstairs if anyone needs me." Amy announced as she gave him a nod before turning to you, giving you an apologetic look that pleaded you to go easy on him.

"Amy, don't-"

Before you could finish what you wanted to say, she turned away from the door and exited your office.

You groaned yet again in disbelief. "Amy!" You called out to her but the sound of her stomping heels echoing down the hallway made you realize that she wasn't intending to stop for you. Knowing her, she had probably made the run for her life. She must have known that you were going to kill her for leaving you alone with the last person you wanted to see right now. She knew you well yet she had forced you into this situation, what a best friend she was. "Amy, don't you dare-" You caught a glimpse of the man who stood in front of you, and you couldn't help but conclude that he did not look much different than he did he was a freshman in high school. It had been more than a few years since you had last seen him but he still looked the same. Not even all those days in space had flawed his appearance. His jaw was still clean shaven, his hair still fluffy and chestnut brown. And those eyes. Oh how well you remembered the spark in his bright blue eyes. Like stars, you used to say. They were like stars. You sighed as you turned away from him, not wanting to look directly in his eyes and lose your composure. As he stood before you in the flesh, the memories of your short-lived yet beautiful relationship rushed through your mind. Yet the pain and the heartbreak that he had caused you followed right behind.

"It's... a nice office you got here, Dr. Y/L/N." Chris muttered, his tone slightly nervous as he looked around the dimly lit office. It wasn't much. As a matter of fact, it was much smaller than most of the offices at the Yale School of Medicine. Sunshine peaked through the parting blinds that hung from your window, a bookshelf stood adjacent to the window and against the wall, holding several medical publications that were arranged in alphabetical order. Behind your desk was the wall where hung your multiple degrees: Bachelor's of Science in Cell Biology, Doctor of Medicine, Doctor of Philosophy in Immunobiology. You certainly took pride in your credentials, he noted, as you certainly should.

But under these degrees hung a framed photograph that caught the eyes of the flight surgeon. He recognized the photo of Yale School of Medicine's graduating Class of 2025, almost squinting to see his own face in the crowd of graduates. He couldn't help but smile at the memories of his years at Yale. He hadn't been back here as much as he would have liked. But now that he was no longer working for NASA, his life back in Houston had been packed up for good. He had moved back to his hometown, to spend the time he had lost with his family and friends, and with you.

Your eyes glazed over as you heard him say your name, even though there was a tone of formality in the way he had addressed you. Dr. Y/L/N, he had said. Why was he addressing you by your last name? Right, you weren't on a first name basis anymore. That was years ago and things had changed. You couldn't remember the last time you had heard his voice. It seemed forever ago. Looking back at your time together, you often wondered if you could ever go back to the days when you were young college students, barely getting the hang of the real world. But those days were long gone. You were now full grown adults, both of you with your own successful careers, both of you with different endeavours for the future. There was no future there, at least that's what you had convinced yourself to believe all those years ago. "Thank you, Dr. Beck."

"I was hoping to see you at my lecture this morning. I was slightly disappointed not seeing you there."

"Well, I did have a class to teach so..." You sighed as you blinked away the tears, turning back around to finally face him. "It's good to see you again though. How long will you be in town?"

"Actually, I'm back for good. I've been staying with my parents in Hartford for now but I might try to find a place here in New Haven." He replied with a shrug, a nervous chuckle that followed his words. "I've been talking to the Dean about a teaching position that just opened up. Today's lecture was only about me testing the waters about whether being a professor was something that I wanted."

"Was it something you wanted?" You asked him, stricken by curiosity as you let out a laugh that was almost bitter. "If I remember correctly, all you ever wanted was to fly out into space. Staying in one place... staying in Hartford or New Haven, teaching the same thing over and over again every single semester... that's not you, Chris. It never was and it can never be." After all, this was the man who had chosen to walk away from you in order to follow his dreams of going to space. This was the man who had broken your heart because you weren't as important to him as working for NASA.

"Well, my astronaut days are over and... I'm back." As he said that, he bit down on his bottom lip. The pleading look in his eyes made you wonder if this was somehow his awkward way of asking you to take him back. You fought back the urge to fall for it, feeling sick to your stomach at the reminder of how your relationship had ended. It had been nine years since he had told you about his job with NASA. He was moving to Houston. He hadn't even thought of asking you to move with him, not that you would have said yes anyways. Your life was here in New Haven, your career as a researcher taking full swing at Yale. You wouldn't have given that up and he knew it, because he wasn't going to give up his dreams for you either. But you knew how much this meant to him. You loved that space nerd with your whole heart yet you had to part ways, your did not have a future together. He was going to be an astronaut while you were going to be a professor. This was just how things were meant to be. Neither of you had been willing to fight for each other.

You shook your head as you looked down at your feet once again. "No, you're not... I know that you were let go by NASA but I also know you. If the day came when NASA knocked on your door and asked you to go back to space, you would leave in a heartbeat." You fought back the tears as your heart refused to believe what he was saying.

"I've had enough space to last me a lifetime, Y/N..." He stepped forward to stand right in front of you, his hand lifting up your chin.

You couldn't help but notice the tears in his eyes. It broke your heart to see him like this. But you didn't know if this was something you needed right now. You had made a life for yourself in New Haven while Chris was gone. You had a wonderful job and a supportive family. Despite your failing love life as a result of you putting all of your focus on your research, you were fine. You had convinced yourself that you did not need to settle down or have a family. You had been okay with dedicating your whole life to Immunobiology. "Chris, please don't do this to me..."

"I'm... I'm sorry." He shook his head as he stepped away from you, the never ending tears trickling down at the realization that what he had with you had been over for a long time now. He had seen first hand now how much him choosing to leave you behind and move forward with his career had broken you. He had broken your heart without even knowing that he had. He had lived a whole decade of his life without you, working for NASA and exploring space, while you had been working to build a life without him. He couldn't just walk into that now, could he? It was just so wrong. "I'm so sorry, I... I should go."

You couldn't even look at him as he turned around and walked out of your office. You found yourself leaning against your desk as you choked back the sobs that threatened to escape your throat. He had taught you what heartbreak was. You weren't ready to forgive him for that. Not even the decade and the million miles you had spent apart from each other had been enough for you to heal. Perhaps it was a myth that both distance and time can heal a broken heart.

At the end of the day, you found yourself driving back from New Haven to Hartford as you had been doing for the past month. Ever since Amy had mentioned that Chris was coming home, you had been purposely avoiding going to your own apartment. You had feared that one day you might walk in to see the man who was the love of your life visiting his sister; you had feared confronting the past. Yet today, you had no choice. You had faced him. There was no point in hiding anymore. You knew that it was your fault for wanting a future with him, when you knew that he had his own dreams of leaving this world. But for how long could you hold onto that past? How long could you punish him for it?

After telling your mother that you won't be staying for dinner that night, you had packed up your belongings from your childhood bedroom. Within minutes of arriving in Hartford, you were making the same drive back to New Haven. It was time for you to stop being scared, to go back your home. If Chris was going to be back in town for good, for how long could you avoid running into him? You lived with his sister for crying out loud. Of course, he was going to be coming by to see her. You just had to suck it up and deal with your own emotions like a mature adult.

You had walked into your apartment that night to see your best friend and your ex-boyfriend. They were sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by multiple take-out containers of Chinese food.

Amy looked surprised to see you but you could see the smile on her face. She was genuinely happy to have you back home. Whatever issues you had with her brother, she understood. But she was still your best friend who wanted nothing but the best for you, whether it included him or not. "Hey."

You bit your lip as you entered the living room. "Hi."

Chris was looking away from you, as though he couldn't bare to see the pain in your eyes again.

You frowned at the sight of him. Had you really fucked things up with him earlier today?

The two hours of pondering while driving back and forth had brought you enough clarity. He was the love of your life, the same nerd you had fallen in love with when you had first met him during your junior year of high school. All those sleepless nights of studying for your science tests, all those shitty college parties you had attended together and all those weekly commutes driving from New Haven to Hartford, those were the memories that you wanted to keep, not the ones that caused you pain.

"Chris was going to crash on the couch for the night since he has a meeting with the dean in the morning." Your best friend informed. "I hope you don't mind..."

You nodded. "Okay... goodnight." You smiled weakly at her before you made your way over to your bedroom, still not bothering to look at Chris.

Setting your duffel bag on your bed, you retrieved a Tupperware container of food that your mother had handed you when you had left. You walked over to the kitchen and set it on the counter before heading back to your room, changing out of your work clothes before laying out a pair of pyjama shorts and a tank top. After showering and getting changed, you made your way back to the kitchen. After heating up your dinner and eating it alone in your bedroom, you decided to call it a night. Thanks to your updated syllabus, you did not have any lecture notes or slides to create tonight. Perhaps you needed a good night sleep to get rid of the slight headache that you were now starting to feel.

You woke up in the middle of the night, feeling unusually cold under your blanket. Your headache had been replaced by the sudden chills. You climbed out of bed after tossing and turning for a few minutes and grabbed your old Yale School of Medicine sweater. Throwing it over your head, you walked out of your bedroom and made your way towards the kitchen. Maybe a cup of tea would warm you up and help you fall back asleep. Just as you turned the corner to enter the kitchen, your sweater still over your head, you bumped right into someone. "Holy shit!" You tumbled out of balance at the impact and fell back on the floor, feeling a burning sensation on your calf as it came in contact with some boiling liquid that trickled down your bare leg. "Ow fuck!"

"Shit, Y/N!"

Quickly pulling your sweater down your head, you saw a worried Christopher Beck standing over you with a mug, it's contents now spilled on the floor and some of it on your leg.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" He quickly crouched down to pull you up, his arm wrapped protectively over your waist as you stood up. "I'm so sorry!"

"Fuck, that was hot!" You yelped in pain and held onto him, hopping on your other foot as you looked down at your burning calf. The skin was starting to redden and blister.

"Come on..." He lead you over to the couch and sat you down, mounting your leg on the coffee table and elevating it on top of the pillow that he had borrowed from his sister. He ran back to the kitchen before returning with a tea towel that was soaked in cool water, laying it gently against the burn as you groaned slightly in pain. "I'm so sorry, I should have watched where I was going."

"No, Chris... it was my fault. I wasn't looking, I..." You motioned towards your hoodie. "I'm sorry you had to waste a perfect cup of tea on my leg like that."

"Oh shut up!" He rolled his eyes and brushed off your apology. "Where do you keep the first aid kit?"

"Bathroom cabinet." You replied, sighing as you leaned back on the couch.

"Be right back."

You watched as he ran over to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with the first aid kit and your bottle of aloe vera body lotion. You couldn't help but laugh softly as you watched him flip the bottle and catch it as he walked up to you, his charming smile followed by a wink in approval of you choice in lotion.

He sat down on the living room floor, opening up the first aid kit and grabbing himself a pair of gloves. As he lifted the tea towel off of your leg, you winced slightly at the pain. "It doesn't look that bad." He said as he set aside the tea towel, biting down on his bottom lip as eyebrows creased, something he did when he was immensely focused on a task at hand.

You continued to watch as he squeezed a fair amount of lotion on your calf, his gloved hand gently applying it over your burn. You felt the cooling sensation of the lotion soothe the burn of the boiling tea and let out a sigh of relief. "That feels better..."

He did not utter a word until he wrapped a sterile gauze bandage loosely over the burn. "Are you feeling any pain? I could get you some Ibuprofen if you want..." He offered, looking up at you, his concerned eyes still gleaming from the light that came through the window from the starry night sky.

You shook your head as you smiled weakly at him. "Thank you, Dr. Beck."

Chris gave you a small smile before he stood back up. He cleaned up his mini work station on the living room floor before making his way over to the kitchen, wiping down the floor where he had spilled his tea. He returned with two fresh mugs of tea, careful not to spill any of it as he set them down on the coffee table. "I couldn't sleep either." He told you with a shrug.

You nodded as you patted the spot next to you on the couch, smiling fondly at the fact that he had remembered that you liked to have a warm cup of tea when you couldn't sleep. It used to be your thing, staying up late to study for your finals before regretting those sleepless nights when exam season was over. When you couldn't sleep, the two of you would often sit outside and look out at the night sky, sharing a warm cup of tea. He would tell you about his dream of reaching the stars, which he had now done.

He sat down next to you before picking up his mug, turning over to look at you in confusion at the way you stared at him. "You alright, Y/N?"

You nodded as you let out a sigh that was mixed with relief and disbelief. "I've known for for more than half of my life yet I can't seem to figure it out..."

"What?"

"Is the Christopher Beck that I just witnessed the man who loved me so much that he couldn't bear to see me in pain or..." You paused, biting down on your bottom lip. "... the man who received the Norma Bailey Berniker Prize for best exemplifying the disciplines and precepts of the Hippocratic Oath?"

Chris gave you puzzled look before letting out a soft chuckle, feeling a lot less nervous than he had been when he had met you in your office. "It's always been me, Y/N. The guy who gave promise to exemplify the disciplines and precepts of the Hippocratic Oath is the same guy who loved you so much, who still loves you so much, who still cannot bear to see you in pain, who regrets to have caused you that pain all those years ago... it's all me." He bit down in his lip once again as he choked back his tears, not walking to break down once again. "I'm the same guy who went off to space and almost lost his best friend, left him stranded on Mars because I thought he was dead... and went back to save him when there was a second chance, because... I never knew failure. When I was up there on The Hermes, that whole year of knowing that Mark was alive on Mars was... painful. It was a constant reminder that I had failed him. When we went back for him, all I could think was... if I was ever going to get a second chance to fix what I did to you? I knew I failed you and I wanted to undo that failure too. That's all I ever wanted to do after we got him back, to get back home and see you... to make things right. But I shouldn't have assumed that you would be willing to accept it."

You looked down at your hands before turning over to look at him. He kept his head down, as though he did not want to look you in the eyes again. You could see the look of shame in his eyes and you knew that he truly regretted breaking your heart the way that he did.

"I'm sorry for what I did, I really am... I was so caught up with wanting to go out into space that... as cheesy as it sounds, I left behind my whole universe... right here on Earth." He reached to grab your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "If you don't want to accept this apology, I understand. If you don't want to take me back... you have every right to reject me. It's been a whole decade and I'm sure you've moved on. Your feelings for me might have died with time. But... I still want you to be a part of my life, Y/N, and I want to be a part of yours. Can we at least put our past behind us and be friends?"

You reached over to lift his chin, a smile plastered across your lips as you looked into his familiar blue eyes. They were your home. "Christopher Beck, I thought you were the star-crossed love of my life. I thought the stars had forced us apart because you loved them more than you loved me. But now I know that the stars had not taken you from me to keep you for themselves, but only to give you right back to me when you needed me more than you needed them." You leaned in gently to press your lips against his, your hands caressing his soft cheeks as you shut your eyes, feeling the magic that you felt when you had first kissed him almost two decades ago. You smiled against his lips as your eyes glazed over, pulling back to look at him. "You're not my star crossed love, Dr. Beck. You're my destiny."

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Coffee Shops with a Potential Side of Trouble:

@avictimofthejazz continued X

Face pulled a grimace at Amy’s light-hearted jab but there was too much humor behind the expression for Amy to think he was seriously upset at the jokes. “I don’t know Amy—I just can’t get past that papery texture. Or the way random letters get stuck between my back molars.

Placing one hand just over the small of Amy’s back without quite touching her, he reached around with the other hand to open the door of the small coffee shop. “Besides we might as well get coffee while Hannibal and BA deal with the cop…and figure out if Murdock wandered in here. That way, if they get arrested, we can go bail them out and get the van out of impound.”

Stepping into the small shop, he flashed a charming grin toward the woman behind the counter. She returned it with a flirty smile and a wink of her own. Then she glanced at the placement of Face’s hand on Amy’s back and sighed. Face had already turned his attention toward the other occupants of the room, looking for the missing member of the A-Team.

“Well Amy…I’m thinking Murdock didn’t come in here.” He frowned after several minutes of focused study. He had hoped Murdock had come in for food. If the bottomless pit was not looking for something to eat, where else could he have wandered off too?

Whimsical is the smile that decorates the brunette’s lips as his feigned grimace, her dark eyes catching the most subtle twinkle of light. The thought of actually putting paper in the mouth was repulsive enough without the added consideration of texture, thinks the journalist, though her amused express remains partly unchanged. “I don’t know, Face. If you’re not careful and you eat too many, it might have you spitting out new and improved vocabulary.” In truth, there was nothing lacking in his lexicon. Templeton Peck was just as talented, if not a better, wordsmith than she is. He laid his foundations smooth as butter and his words never ceased to encompass the unassuming with a robe of silk. The way his tongue departed with words makes one feel warm and comfortable even if one just met him ten minutes ago. Amy accredits most of his successful cons to his amiability and people’s inherent desires to believe sweetly spoken utterances.

Her cheeks singe with the faintest shade of rose blossom when he opens the door for her. Face might be a con artist but he is ever a chivalrous one. She clutches her purse in front of her as her eyes dance around the charming and quaint little coffee shop. Amy inhales deeply, allowing the smoky fresh brewed aroma to waft over her. It’s a welcome reprieve from cigar smoke and four sweaty guys cooped up in a van for far too long.

Face vocalized several valid points. If Hannibal and BA were going to poke a hornet’s nest, it was best to walk away until the dust and stinging settled. Besides, they would have to have maintain plausible distance in order to bail the two goofs out, should they take their little road-show a step too far. And they always did take their troublesome show ten miles too far. “I sure hope we have enough money this time,” Amy murmurs under her breath when she considers the idea of having to bail out the guys. Wiring and scavenging for money took time and time was a commodity that people on the run could scarcely afford to squander. Especially, if they were bound to have military MPS breathing down their necks.

Plus, it was imperative to relocate Murdock before he’d unravel into one of his many anxiety-driven personalities. There were many personas in his extensive cache. After all, he was only on loan from the VA’s psychiatric ward. Most of these personas were harmless and amusing but there were a few who could arise and cause trouble. Trouble being exactly what they were trying to avoid.

One of the few things that remained true throughout the flipping of personas was that Howlin’ Mad always has an appetite. Sometimes not for the best things in the world; shaving cream, cardboard boxes, ties. So entering the coffee shop in pursuit of him seemed to be the most logical selection. At least, to the minds of two reasonably sane individuals.

The observant reporter denoted the wanton flash of attraction in the waitress’s gaze as she peered upon the countenance of her escort. In fact, she had even snagged the wink the other woman tried to exchange with Face. A polite smile, not curdled in bitterness but tempered in the faintest afterglow of undue jealousy, tugs at the corners of her own lips when the woman’s advances were not reciprocated in kind. Taking a few moments, Amy elected to order them both the coffees and a bag full of breakfast rolls. They’d eventually have to hit the road again and there was nothing worse than listening to the grumblings of four men’s empty stomachs on top of the unpleasantness of her own. If BA was unhappy, the whole van would be plunged into the depths of grumpitude. A place no one would ever really want to travel to or linger in.

It takes her a minute to regain her own focus as she strides over to the counter to pay. Her scrutinizing gaze swivels about to all the corners that had been previously searched by Face and her dark brows furrow tightly together in recognition and confirmation of Face’s assessment. He wasn’t wrong. “You don’t think he could have ventured too far without a set of wheels. Do you?” Genuine worry hedges her inquiry. The thin strap of her purse is curled around her fingertips as she considers all the places the van had passed. Straightening her stance and turning to gaze directly into Face’s eyes Amy presses, “he wouldn’t try to hitchhike on the highway at this time of day. Right?” Murdock every so often got strange ideas in his head. Ideas like hitchhiking on a busy stretch of tarmac. “I did see that barn with horses about a quarter of a mile back. We could check there?” she adds as an almost noncommittal afterthought. Fortunately for them, the town wasn’t all that large or overly populated nor were the roads. But there was still a heck of a lot of ground to cover! With a shrug, she adds, “unless, you can think of a better place to look.” She was the newcomer to the group. Face and Murdock had a history of at least ten years or more in the making while she was just starting to delve into his personality. She wasn’t being flippant. She was bowing to his experience.

#avictimofthejazz #Face X Amy: Came to you with a broken faith- Gave more than a hand to hold- caught before I hit the ground- tell me I'm safe you've got me #coffee shops with a potential side of trouble #Muse: Amy Allen #The triple A Allen

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OK, April 27

Cover: Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell finally a wedding

Page 1: Big Pic -- Jessica Simpson in comfy matching sweats and makeup-free and ready to clean

Page 2: Contents

Page 3: Contents

Page 4: How Tampa Bay Buccaneer Tom Brady and his wife Gisele Bundchen saved their marriage

Page 6: Sarah Hyland reflects on Modern Family

Page 7: Quentin Tarantino is known for being a zany workaholic but now he’s focused on his son Leo with wife Daniella Pick, now that Ben Affleck and Ana de Armas have proved their romance is the real deal Ben’s ex-wife Jennifer Garner wants to meet Ana before she’s introduced to her and Ben’s three kids, it’s been more than two years since Fergie and Josh Duhamel split but Fergie is still feeling down as Josh struts around with former Miss World Audra Mari who is 20 years his junior and Fergie has no desire to date right now and she’s putting her full effort into being the best mom she can be but that doesn’t help her feel any better when she sees what Josh is up to

Page 8: After a few busy years Keanu Reeves is planning to take some time off to travel the world, Kim Kardashian may have everything she needs at her fingertips but the mom of four is still struggling with being cooped up at home with her family

Page 10: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- white gowns -- Reese Witherspoon, Gabrielle Union, Lais Ribeiro

Page 11: Keira Knightley, Cindy Bruna

Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Nicky Hilton Rothschild ✅ vs. Rachel Brosnahan, Zoe Bleu Sidel vs. Lucy Boynton ✅

Page 13: Emily Osment vs. Tanya Rad ✅

Page 14: News in Photos -- Jay Cutler and wife Kristin Cavallari with hairstylist Justin Anderson and fiance Austin Rhodes stuck in the Bahamas

Page 16: Norman Reedus and his daughter as he grabbed the mail, Anna Kournikova and daughter Mary

Page 17: Bruce Willis and ex-wife Demi Moore and daughters and their boyfriends and dogs in matching pajamas, Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani, January Jones

Page 18: Dwayne Johnson and daughter Tiana, Justin Bieber and wife Hailey Bieber after she urged him to shave his mustache, Cara Santana marked 16 years of sobriety

Page 20: John Cena and Bray Wyatt at Wrestlemania 36, Jeannie Mai caught up on her reading, Gina Rodriguez and husband Joe LoCicero walk their dogs Casper and Marty

Page 21: Hannah Ann Sluss walks her dog, Brody Jenner stocks up on groceries

Page 22: Stars Are Getting Creative To Cure Their Boredom -- Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban during his home studio gig, Drew Barrymore tried Stella McCartney’s suggestion to slide down the staircase, Jake Gyllenhaal successfully completed Tom Holland’s challenge to put on a shirt while doing a handstand

Page 23: Sofia Richie using her newfound free time to be still and reflect, Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood gave a livestream concert, Jenna Dewan and newborn son Callum

Page 24: Inside My Home -- Norman Reedus and Diane Kruger’s new Hollywood Hills home

Page 26: Drew Barrymore recently reconnected with her ex Justin Long and they’ve decided to give things another shot

Page 27: Megan Fox and Brian Austin Green have endured more than a few bumps in the road when it comes to their 16-year-old on-off romance but they have no regrets, now that Kaley Cuoco and Karl Cook are finally moving into their custom-built house they’re ready to tackle the next item on their agenda -- starting a family, Channing Tatum and Jessie J split again

Page 28: Art dealer Vito Schnabel is helping Irina Shayk move on from ex Bradley Cooper, Meg Ryan has been knocked sideways after learning ex-fiance John Mellencamp is now seeing celeb aesthetician Jamie Sherrill, Love Bites -- Colbie Caillat and Justin Young split, Katy Perry and Orlando Bloom are expecting a girl, Rachel Bloom and husband Dan Gregor welcomed a daughter

Page 29: The Bachelor Peter Weber and contestant Kelley Flanagan sparked rumors of a reconciliation when they revealed via social media that they’re quarantining together but Peter set the record straight when he said they’re not dating

Page 30: Cover Story -- Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell’s amazing love story -- 54 years after starring in their first film together Goldie and Kurt are getting ready to tie the knot

Page 34: Prince William and Princess Kate Middleton -- how they do it all -- how they juggle their royal duties with ease while chasing after their three little ones

Page 38: The Office -- secrets from the set

Page 40: Zendaya on her hit show Euphoria and why it was just the project she was looking for

Page 42: How Hailey Bieber maintains her flawless figure

Page 46: Style Week -- Winnie Harlow on her final collaboration with Steve Madden

Page 48: Draper James X Land’s End -- Reese Witherspoon

Page 49: Alicia Keys’ skincare obsession

Page 50: Consciously Crafted Brands -- Lea Michele

Page 54: Entertainment

Page 60: Hollywood Heat Meter -- Jake Gyllenhaal revealed Heath Ledger refused to present at the 2006 Oscars because he didn’t want to make any jokes about the film, Matthew McConaughey called bingo numbers for a senior center in Texas via Zoom, Jennifer Aniston was caught watching ex John Mayer’s Instagram Live story, Joy Behar won’t stay on The View past her contract end in 2022, Alec and Hilaria Baldwin are expecting their fifth child together, Paws for a Cause -- celebs are fostering dogs during quarantine -- Kaia Gerber, Henry Golding, Camila Morrone, Miley Cyrus and Cody Simpson, Antoni Porowski

Page 61: Sound Bites -- Amy Poehler on watching Parks and Recreation with her sons, Sarah Hyland on meeting fiance Wells Adams through social media, Zac Efron on his Baywatch body

Page 62: Horoscope -- Taurus James McAvoy

Page 64: By the Numbers -- Mariska Hargitay

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Or place iron sheets then b4 another sheet place like 10 cm in width plastic sheet but not visible to strangers as it got same roofing color at alternating style 1 after another so that u can place electric wires both positive and negative at those intervals to electrocute the same intruder if he happens to touch or land in between the two iron sheet separated with the 10 cm width plastic sheet but much of it absorbed into the 2 iron sheets explained above just like 1 cm that separates reality the 2 sheet above to allow electrocution services and beef security as much as induce an alarm sound system beeped up with the camera with night vision described below as well the led flash light on the roofing can be opened at that time to scare the intruder more, i mean to introduce coldness unto her more as to make her fear dude period. Security maximum lady!!!!! Like in the link below fellows

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New York is good with studying my friend, i don't know why, dude, time elapse faster as it makes they day shorter as opposed to other much places i have been too and it gets into ya mind faster what is being tought and eagerness en-crops ya as wanting the next teacher not exhausted as usual with other places and i guess the reason why many best seller are from there than any place. And Jada-kiss in the song link below alludes to us that indirectly where he wears an oversize jacket that many want not the above and can even kill ya, the only hope left 4 such is 4 u to ride a motor bike b4 being left alone as many now aspire to be there as now NY good cause along time it was bad cause was big and there4 could rob ya your cash out of catching a train or a cab, so with E-bikes they long to be there even tourists booking have increased dramatically like in the song link below dude

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5Wswlfr08Q

If u love nyong’o rather Nyoyo as Githeri or pure, bure, free-dom u love Ny city and thats what jesus meant another version with King of ther Jewomen to bring out adequate truth.

Another area where many can make cash is they skari ngulu syrap with Grown ginger to avoid ya body parts change with other being ones to alternate ya thinking and behavior that can bring uproar in people as they don't understand ya and give ya bad names of misbehavior. Dont just get into the habit of locating peoples house b4 u belittle them with nothing at hand or u know better, yet they know better than ya, what have u come up with now that u r leaving in a posh or stone houses or eating 1 plate of food that is the question not the above, provided i got utility or productive in the society and my eating much aint all that conspicuous then so be it, maybe white are evading that virtue of eating much as it opens much ya mind than eating less. Friends desist from above as it weakens other people to slow down economic progress and snooping at people attires and start despising them cause with u, u got an online bank u withdraw from so it doesn't pinch ya. Got me dude,mind ya own progress

If u wanna give a man pussy to hit, give him girl, not necessarily he got to be rich or have that posh home, even in the bush the penis can meet the vagina and u know not can be the biggest ejaculation or orgasm of ya life never experienced again lest u go back to that same same bush place period dude!!!

Dont behave like Mr Hindu, let it go, if got swag and some little cash,let no man cross ya side provided u have obeyed the law, don't give in like a lady does when seduced yet a man, signals hunger yet u proclaim above. Useless, start parking and get home early b4 humiliation dude, Stop that scrap dude. GET THIS STRAIGHT A man was born ones and will die once don't fear getting home boy.

white people make houses and buildings as vehicles made explained in tumblr a/c 166 but Africans made their eroding the land saying they did not know as insane of that could take 1 to hell, to build u got to think just like with furniture and welded gates they cut and make,it means being wise while whites makes as described above, so they can evade hell with that justification dude, get it straight bro

Skali ngulu is a by-product of grown sugar cane and grows every where as much as Ginger and u can google that, so with the above syrup the mind of soldiers cant be interrupted to allow defeat and described above. With machines parts or coins that cut ya hand, they do that so u buy another hand altogether when times has gotten rough like now, when u kill all Nile perch the above still surface bro, u cant destroy God in 1 iota even with high breed seeds the devil gives them to u, where u place the normal seed in water and do the above and boom ya seeds formed period. Like in the link below, now get to those places dude, stop looking 4 the dead among the living homies, think big dude

https://www.worldatlas.com/articles/the-leading-ginger-producing-countries-in-the-world.html

https://www.facebook.com/432406693886280/photos/a.901721923621419/901919600268318/?type=3&theater

Like an approaching van meets ya the same way sex should meet ya, don’t discuss it like often, simplifies young mind,just like with urinating finds ya.

Rather live in stone houses and bricks as those were dry lands than on mad house as it was fertile land and makes u land in hell much more faster not only if u make artificial top soil and seal the place it came from with, where on water add few and sprinkle saliva upon the mixture and boom its formed as well as with brick houses, take ya to hell fire if u fail to obliged to the above. It only becomes cumbersome if the sand was gotten on a river bed and it changed its course or drainage, that is the judgement that will be open against ya at that time dude.

Now if they see u with shoes, any, even just new they look at it as old, cause they want people to buy the modern kids wear type of many color made by the masai and kamba and some few coast people where in cut ripe banana, ripe mango, guava, melons mixed with water or honey solution as well as yogurt or cuddled milk then place same few sample unto the mixture or photo of and do the above and boom they are formed and amy such shoes or different types. Lets avoid the whole drama bro!!!!

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Some people who r 1st buy the Tv in the link below cause it gives ya false idea on people and instigate the heart of belittling things in ya so they put that as an excuse not to get into hell fire at judgment day. If ya neighbor had such or a repair next to ya or places u used to get to, then it can be an excuse 4 ya to avoid hell fire at judgement time if u knew not of the side effect. 1 like in the link below, the 1 written 60 inch Sony big screen

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Theft will be no-more as per the bible means, every gadget batch/serial no can be ya Id no or any property u got like shoes or cloths got the above as ya serial so can be traced easily and moreover will have the bracelet below technology to detect it like from ya phone and closed not with screw like oppo phones so can open and change the stuff to resell it again without notice. When opened with fire will be known so no 1 buys so deters criminals to steal the same to bar the above theft to cement bible reality not that people will be off good manners, in some cases on big machines wireless controlled grenade can be place so detonated to know where the gadget is to get it again so will bar many thieves from still such to promote the above reality. Taking shower or a shit in dirty filthy places can take ya to hell cause people knows ya spending thrift so u will be asked how much was a portacabin shower as ya body is the temple of Christ, so desist dude.

Cabbage cut mixed with cold sewer water then hurl water using a syringe many people gives gadgets like double door fridges, certain cars or vehicles as loris buses, Generators, jets, rockets, missiles, container portacabin houses and many hardware tools u can try with or place photos of such to replace cut cabbage still gives ya the same even motorbike parts and of vehicles. This gives ya as well as Christmas lighting and other accessories. The sewer water is placed in a dug like swimming pool structure where the above samples inserted or photos and boom what u want formed like even gates, metallic windows and doors and metallic office and home apparatus like seats, tables and dinning as much as utensils etc.

When u hurl cold milk unto cut cabbage mixed with cold sewer water it gives ya fridges, home appliances or office or kitchen ware and shower/toilet ceramics and even office appliances,

Same to wire mesh hurl soapy or bathing water gives ya Double door fridges, big stereos like Sony, Lg, Homeflower Panasonic, studio appliances as recording house or in photography and office stationery, light rails, trains, E-vehicles or machines, jets as much as placing such photos in sewer water in a container which even gives u guns, detonators, internet/decoder severs and military vehicle if u spit saliva upon the content of the container in the dark.

Where kebi leaves along time in 1 of the houses is where peter corpse was taken to rot, such houses are left, in that to hell the society, if people lives there they rather became insane like if they cant use the Bar Kalare water to do the same, so stop blaming ya kid as not fast, where u live along time maybe 1 had died and rot their or was stone to death or fire engulfed him in the house,its more effectual if the deceased was a renowned fellow like with peter even in the USA, such left houses which are at a convenience place and cheap has such characteristic so can change ya behavior so desist and relocate as early as possible and the better 4 ya.

If u can hustle good still aint a pass that u can have much a woman, they look at how u will behave minus education, jail ban and if life has been closed to ya what will u do as kill ya-self, go down in life and its precisely what they are locating more than disturbing others. Better die that put others in ya disturbance as this bars ya from having many kids even is industrious and how u can leave an argument without getting pissed off as ya kids will be the same. It qualifies ya if u wanna as many want not, rather, again they r forced with women cause to find such was like finding Gold A decade ago as the society can rot if such like u atrophies and are needed many and if u can just sit in the house after having ya small house and all home appliances like being incarcerated behind bars in jail which if u can its a plus and qualify u 4 the above or forced even in death after ya testis broken and sperms taken and its 1 reason the whites can liaise with not knowing Africans to forge ya ways to their nation to kill ya and take the same, so take heed dude, sometimes change ya character to be bad to avoid the above. Have the 2 sides of Hannah character bro 4 best survival in this world, if i tell ya not then who will tell ya bro,no 1 but ya homy!!!! Well, good and well said, thank bro!!!

Behind the houses not a long business premise opposite corner legio shopping center in ksm, that old block house in the middle with a fence without a gate opposite a small food vendor-ship was a church and Christ and his parents attended church there.

coin new cut ya appendages like in the link below

https://www.instagram.com/p/B_7PirSjSun/

How the white people used to generate power in their country side at night while in the day uses a 12 DV geared motor to rotate the same to give power like in the link below

https://www.facebook.com/shaktigenerator.patiala/videos/548259622731799/?t=27

Buy seats at sky Garden

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Buy antor Kenyan generator

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If u know how to make E-motorcycles then u know how to make the alternator or no-fuel generator so African nations stop liaising with the Eu or Far est and try to save the day like explained in tumblr a/c sirjustice200 like Kenya Fika and Uganda and Rwanda already made motor-bikes.

Even welded windows if u take their photos and place in sewer water gives ya that type of window or door u want as much as bed, even nails and bared wires made that way.

Nyamau fresh mouth herb can be made as well using tea leaves or cabbage or with other thick leaves u know, u can try and test 4 the best as most durable and got no side effect and sell high as compared to the others

Buy the dimple type of key below if u got less cash to secure the combination 1 or automated 1 yet the duplicate makers has not learnt the trick yet and many new, to dim off their lights on this crazy super highway

The people who, kinda, place foreign particles in the body parts of another person who is injured and maybe have open wounds b4 Mr Hindu shift his body parts to u and yours to another not necessarily him, like broken skull or wound or at operation times, kinda, in imagery, u see them approaching to ya head like wanting to kiss ya, then if u like them not, u see a blow boxing them away and other fall as others u see 1 holding a panga or a chain saw cut them repeatedly. True dude, no lies. Mark your utensils with even small marks like in the link below to stop giving other names and pointing figures

https://www.homestratosphere.com/types-of-keys/

https://www.homestratosphere.com/types-of-keys/#foobox-3/0/dimple-keys-nov152018-min.jpg

U get to good sanitary homes rest rooms but me i get to a pi latrine, well, good enough but do u know if not the above vices, yet i know ya darkest secrets as i have blocked ya dubious ways. Dude stop as death do not dare me, with me i can be giving ya part of my food daily, it destroys me and to take care of others kid, it gets into me bro, if with ya ist okay then with me its not okay and loving a woman with black lips, rather i die bro and waiting 4 me at my door to the point of bringing confusion as gimmicks i hate kids but i don’t beat them, well, leave me alone bro. What do u want, when i talk of not burial but rather cremation they saying strangling yaself belongs to dogs cause they wont eat ya flesh openly. Bank people its over and don’t want it from me as a stock laid in store, rather be poor with ya to stop giving me names as u give some Mr big man not in-tune with ya but from me u wont ride on my back.

If u r sure u can delete all my tumblr writings in the followings which i have explained to ya u cant as i follow 1 person per tumblr and to delete u must follow many and i use more than 30 guessed character password which even if u know the pass-code if u return to log into it tells ya wrong format even to open g mail or yahoo a/c tells u the same and u can try. If u delete many of them, let me know and i strangle myself as that what u want to stardom or pride to make ya kidnap me or kill me all together or molest me. Check my Fb mcsleepy nelson and Instagram nelsonmcsleepy or mcsleepynelson get to see all the followers and groups and find which country they are from, u will find they are from all over the world as i mean all countries i have notified of the same below not 2 or 5 countries to do the above to remain with the innovation but in like 15 categories or caliber of people or group per country, i mean i got more than 10 people as my followers by country on the above and sometimes i have used other peoples fb and Instagram or twitter to still send the same.

The bank people in Kenya contributed cash to derail kebis efforts in the USA and now wanna dine with him, can not happen. While at the bank i resided in a friends home, what u r saying i know not. Go ya way, u stupid fellows, who want good life from people and must be employed as people must thick 4 them, u daylight fool and braggarts!!!!

Buy the inverter below of a car if need be that uses upto 5 volts in the link below

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With me a woman will come to my house, aint a dog that u r forcing me to get to a woman’s place to here how i cry more than her and put it to laughter or ridicule. I done told ya, that my back is straight u wont ride on me and aint a ladder/staircase/road to ya destiny period

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Like an approaching van meets ya the same way sex should meet ya, don't discuss it like often, simplifies young mind,just like with urinating finds ya.

https://www.flipkart.com/footwear/kids-infant-footwear/crocs~brand/pr?sid=osp%2Cmba

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/762304674412111398/

When u hurl cold milk unto cut cabbage mixed with cold sewer water it gives ya fridges, home appliances or office or kitchen ware and shower/toilet ceramics and even office appliances,

coin new cut ya appendages like in the link below

https://www.instagram.com/p/B_7PirSjSun/

How the white people used to generate power in their country side at night while in the day uses a 12 DV geared motor to rotate the same to give power like in the link below

https://www.facebook.com/shaktigenerator.patiala/videos/548259622731799/?t=27

Buy seats at sky Garden

https://www.facebook.com/pg/www.sky.garden/posts/?ref=page_internal

https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?id=537921652942425&story_fbid=538438562890734

Buy antor Kenyan generator

https://www.google.com/search?source=univ&tbm=isch&q=antor+generator+images&client=firefox-b-d&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi3i-L-qaTpAhXr6OAKHbMBBp4QsAR6BAgKEAE&biw=1280&bih=910

Even welded windows if u take their photos and place in sewer water gives ya that type of window or door u want as much as bed, even nails and bared wires made that way.

https://www.homestratosphere.com/types-of-keys/

https://www.homestratosphere.com/types-of-keys/#foobox-3/0/dimple-keys-nov152018-min.jpg

Buy the inverter below of a car if need be that uses upto 5 volts in the link below

Buy made in Brazil electronics products in the link below

https://www.facebook.com/madeinbrazilcalifornia/?__tn__=K-R&eid=ARDSPDMgGfigNhwLfJdDaYLc6pPmLF0GUr2BhKIuH7Eb_WxZ81KlnZgCBZ7kY7lKCfWJN_lPG-JV7tV2&fref=mentions

Buy the below from china down in the link

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