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lavishedinjimin · 5 years ago

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Crybaby (m)

— synopsis: he calls you crybaby, crybaby. but you don’t fucking care.

↳ Pairing: jungkook x reader ↳ genre: smut ↳ word count: 9.6k ↳ warnings: dom!jk, sub!oc, oc is small in height, rough unprotected sex, oc cries a fuck ton bc sex is too good and cock is too big for her, daddy!jk, little!oc, choking, spanking, intense dirty talk lol are we surprised, jk’s lowkey a sadist, SIZE KINK, big dick kook, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, face fucking, name-calling, degradation, taehyung makes an appearance because why not, this is just one big porn without plot thank you

cute people: @seokjoontae @gwccivante @pompurii

A/n: Before you start reading, the OC that I imagine in this oneshot is small in height, so if you read words like ‘little’, ‘small’, and ‘tiny’, please don’t get offended or feel hurt! It’s just the way I pictured this OC, but you can completely ignore that if you want and paint your own. Everyone’s beautiful in whatever shape or form! <3

It was a cold, rainy day and you were walking along the paved sidewalks. Holding onto your umbrella with both hands as you tried to prevent it from folding upwards from the harsh wind, the only thing that was keeping you going -- was café that you’d always go to before work.

It was called Jeon’s Kitchen. It was a café that was super underrated for its location was hidden from the busy streets, yet it served the best coffee and pastries that you’ve ever tasted in your whole years of living.

You push the door of the café and the bell rings, signaling your arrival. The fresh smell of baked bread and coffee instantly hits your nose, and you almost roll your eyes back from its heavenly scent. Folding your wet umbrella close, you greet the man from the other side of the glass counter. “Good morning Mr. Jeon!”

“Ah, Y/n, here you are,” he smiles back at you, his forehead wrinkling as he wipes his wet hands on his apron. “Good morning to you as well! You look very happy this morning. Why’s that?”

You approach the counter as your boots create wet marks on the wooden floor. Letting out a giggle, you replied, “Thank you, sir. But there’s no big reason, really.”

You ordered your usual brown coffee with banana bread and sat down on an unoccupied seat. “Your friend Jimin isn’t with you today?” Mr. Jeon asks and you shake your head.

You chewed on your food as fast as you can before answering his question, “Jimin got on sick leave, Mr. Jeon. I’m all alone today!” You sing-songed your last words jokingly, making him laugh.

“Oh, you wouldn’t—”

“Hey, dad.”

Your whole body jumps in surprise as a man, dressed in all black with a leather jacket, bursts inside the café, all soaking wet.

You were so frightened from the sudden outburst that your heart was pumping rapidly in your chest.

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” Mr. Jeon asks quizzically, “And why are you so wet?”

Mr. Jeon’s son, Jungkook – as you supposed – smirked for a quick second before pushing his damp hair away from his face. You gulp, cheeks blushing at the embarrassingly hot sight.

“Dad, stop talking like that before I –”

“You know what I mean!”

“Okay, okay! Well, my car broke down today so I got it towed then I had nothing to do so I decided to help you with work.”

“Oh, that’s great then!” Mr. Jeon scans the room and locks eyes with you for a long second, and you swiftly pry your eyes away. Mr. Jeon grins, “Keep that gorgeous young lady over there company before she goes to work.”

And before you even knew it, Jungkook was right in front of you with his hands on the table, leaning down as he stared at your stunned face with a smirk.

“Hello.” He speaks, his voice sounding like honey and charcoal mixed together.

You swallowed the nervous lump on your throat before replying, “Hi.”

“Is it okay if I sit here for a while, hm?”

You nod your head.

Jungkook chuckles and does what he says. He rests his arms on the table and intertwines his fingers together. His eyes burn deeply into your own and you couldn’t seem to look away. You felt your cheeks blush and turn into a deep shade of red, not used to a man this handsome so close to you.

Jungkook studies you for a moment, scanning you up and down before squinting his eyes. “Do you not talk?”

Ouch. You felt a sharp sting on your heart, immediately lowering your head down. “S-sorry,” you half-whispered, avoiding eye-contact. This man in front of you not only looks handsome and cute, but he’s got a sharp tongue.

“Ah, no, please. I apologize. I was just shocked, that’s all.”

You lift your head up, “Shocked? Why?” your shyness was slowly fading away and he observes this.

“I wasn’t expecting a girl like you to be so shy and quiet when I first laid my eyes on you.”

Oh? You didn’t know how to respond to that, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless. You smiled at him, and he smiles back.

“I haven’t gotten your name yet though, haven’t I?”

Your body hastily prompts up, “Oh, yeah. I’m Y/n, nice to meet you.”

“Y/n,” he licks his lips as he says your name slowly as if testing how it rolls off of his tongue. You bite your lip at that, making you squirm in your seat.

“I like it, you have a very pretty name. Just like you.”

Before you can react or even respond to that, he cuts you off. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you.”

“N-Nice to meet you too, Jungkook.”

Perhaps dating Jungkook was the best decision you’ve ever made.

Pinned against his bedroom walls, Jungkook leans down as he kisses you. His lips completely control yours, his dominant side showing and overpowering you. You keep moaning onto the kiss and that makes him groan. “Fuck, baby,” he sighs, scattering gentle pecks on the skin of your neck, “You like how I kiss you, hmm?” his big hands wander down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and causing you to moan.

“A-ah, Jungkook,” you whimper, his hands not leaving your butt. Jungkook smirks and pulls your body closer to him. You were so small that you literally had to tilt your head back to look up at him. He leans down to kiss your lips once more, but it was rougher. He wraps his whole left arm around your body, tugging you firmer, while his other hand cups your right cheek. He controls the kiss, your tongues fighting together and you couldn’t keep up with him.

You keep whining in the kiss, your hands gripping his shirt in a loose attempt of telling him to slow down. Your cheeks were flushed in red, blushing by how turned on you are for him.

Jungkook chuckles, stopping the kiss. “You keep moaning into the kiss baby girl, what are you, hmm? A little schoolgirl who got kissed for the first time?” he teased, your face redder than it already was. Jungkook suddenly growls darkly, the deep sound finding its way down your core. “Your little whimpers turn me on so fucking much.”

Your eyes widen from his crude words, feeling your panties soak. You rub your thighs together, and your boyfriend sees this. He smirks, lifting your small body with his strong arms and carrying you to his bed.

He sets you down gently with a grin, pushing the stray hairs away from your face. “You aren’t a virgin, aren’t you, baby?” he asks with a quirk of his brow.

You shake your head, “N-no… why?”

He chuckles, “Good. ‘Cause I don’t plan to fuck you like one.”

You almost moan with just that sentence, every little thing that he does turns you on. He suddenly grabs your legs and pushes them apart so that he can kneel in between them. Lifting up his black shirt, your mouth waters from the sight of his toned body. A quiet whimper escapes your lips as you bit on your index finger.

“Bet those little panties are soaking wet right now, huh?” he snickers, playing with the hem of your cotton shirt. “Let me take this off, okay?”

You whimpered, quickly placing your hand on top of his as you stopped him. You shake your head side to side, your eyes drooping.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Jungkook’s heart clenches at the sight of you and quickly leans down to caress your cheeks lovingly, “What’s the matter, my baby?”

“I-I,” you tried to start, “I’m not v-very pretty…” Your voice was shaking and you attempted to cover your face with your little hands, but Jungkook didn’t let you.

He firmly catches both of your wrists in his right hand. His eyes were burning holes in yours, “Don’t talk about yourself like that, Y/n.”

You gulp, noticing how he addressed you by your first name, and not the usual ‘baby’. His tone got more serious, his eyebrows creasing down.

He slowly creeps a hand beneath your shirt, feeling the soft, delicate skin of your tummy. Jungkook sighs, caressing your lower stomach with his big hand, massaging it gently. “You are so beautiful, Y/n, and you should believe me when I say that.”

He leans down lower to kiss your delicate lips tenderly, full of love. “You know I don’t lie to you. You’re the most beautiful and perfect girl I’ve ever met, and I’m so fucking lucky to even have you. Your body’s a blessing, baby. Be proud of it, yeah? Will you let me see your gorgeous body?”

His words immediately made you feel better, and it was surprising how he can control the way you felt. You felt so loved whenever you’re with him, a feeling that you’ve never felt in a long time. You were definitely the luckiest girl in the world.

Nodding your head, you gave him permission to remove your shirt. He smiles and slowly lifts the clothing up and throws it down on the floor. He eyes your body up and down, noticing how his cheeks blush in the faintest of pinks. “Shit,” he breathes out, “you’re a fucking goddess.”

Jungkook wastes no time to spread wet and sloppy kisses down the valley of your exposed breasts and down to your stomach. “J-Jungkook,” you moan, and a loud gasp escape your lips when he wraps his mouth around your left nipple, sucking and flicking on the hard bud.

“O-oh, y-yeah, Jungkook, mhm …” you throw your head back when he starts playing with your other boob as he continued to flick and bite on the little bud. Gripping a bunch of his hair, Jungkook growls from the feeling. He pulls away with a loud ‘pop’ and moves to your other boob to give it the same attention.

Jungkook’s hips were involuntarily humping down on you, feeling his hard cock rubbing on your thighs. You whimper, bucking your hips up to him in an attempt to feel some friction. He chuckles, “Needy little girl.”

He moves away from your body and you whine from the loss of contact. Jungkook only smirks and starts to unbutton his jeans, pulling the clothing down and tossing it to the side. Your mouth waters from the sight of his clothed cock. His cock looked long and thick from the way it was outlined from his briefs.

“Jungkook,” you mewled, biting your lip as you pleaded at him with your eyes.

He brings his hand down to tease you, palming his clothed, hard dick as he keeps eye contact. He was smirking, loving the way your body squirms on the bed. He grips his cock and strokes it up and down slightly. The image of him throwing his head back, his neck slowly starting to bead with sweat, his large hand palming his dick was enough to make you cry out loud.

“You want it, baby?” he asks with a raspy voice, crawling back to you.

“Yes, p-please,” you begged, but Jungkook shakes his head.

“M’gonna eat you out first. Gonna need this pretty cunt soaking wet for me before I fuck your little hole.”

Jungkook wastes no time and rips your shorts away, and he sees the little wet patch on your cotton panties. “Fucking hell,” he groans, his eyes rolling back to his head as your smell hits his nose. He rubs your clothed folds with his thumb, the slightest action already making you moan. “Damn, baby. You’re so sensitive. When was the last time you got fucked, huh?”

“L-Long, long time ago—oh my god, Jungkook!”

Without a warning, he pulls your panties down and licks a harsh, bold stripe from your dripping wet hole and up to your clit. He does this a second, a third time before you’re already begging and gripping on his hair. He circles his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, careful not to directly put his tongue on it.

“Please, w-wan’ more.” You mewled, eyes closed shut.

Jungkook suddenly prods the tip of his tongue on your entrance, collecting all of your gushes and wetness and letting himself taste you. He growls, his hand comes up to play with your clit using his thumb. He circles your bud gently as his mouth plays with yours slick. Your pussy throbs when he replaces his hand with his mouth, harshly sucking on your clit as his tongue flicks on it at the same time.

“Fuck! J-Jungkook,” you sobbed, bucking your hips up for more, “I want m-more, please, please, please!”

Jungkook gets turned on from your endless pleads, sucking on your clit harsher and flicking it faster. “Tell me how my tongue feels on your pussy, babe,” He groans animalistically, and the vibrations it caused made your whole body shake in pleasure.

“It f-feels so good, so good,” you sob, “I want more of it, please!”

You felt a finger prodding at your entrance, and your body writhes. “Shh, shh, baby, baby,” Jungkook coos, “Let me prep you up, baby girl.”

You hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he slowly sinks his middle finger inside your tight pussy. You gush around his finger, more of your liquid starts to drip down as he slowly fills you up with a single digit. Your eyes roll back, mouth agape as you couldn’t seem to form any words.

“Thaaat’s right, that’s a good girl, hmm?” he smirks, watching how your hips buck up, “Gonna have to prepare you for this cock, right? Don’t want your little pussy splitting into two.”

Jungkook starts to thrusts his finger in and out of you at a normal pace, watching how your face contorts in pleasure. You were a whimpering mess, your forehead forming a layer of sweat, your pussy clenching tightly around his finger. Jungkook’s cock seems to twitch every time he hears your little whines and moans, your cute noises turning him on to the max. He feels precum dripping down from his tip, making him groan.

Without saying anything, Jungkook shoves a second finger in, stretching your walls out good for him. “Ah, ah, ah, there we go, there we go, baby,” he sighs, licking his lips.

“Jungkook, I-I’m so close,” you whimpered, eyes watery.

“You are?” he teases and fakes a disappointed tone, “My baby girl’s already close? Oh what a shame, I wanted you to cum on my cock, not on my fingers, baby.” Even though you know that he was playing a displeased expression, you still took it to heart.

“B-But your fingers – aahh – your f-fingers will make me cum!” you cried, tears already dripping down your cheeks as you felt him fuck you faster, his thumb circling your clit at the same time. The nerves in your clit send electrical currents throughout your trembling body.

Jungkook growls as something snapped inside of him when he saw your tears. He wanted to see you sob.

“Yeah? They will?” he fusses, “Oh, I’ll be very disappointed if you cum right now, baby. You wanna make me mad?”

You quickly shake your head, sniffing, “N-no!”

“Then don’t fucking cum.” He growls.

The combined feeling of your walls getting stroked by his fingers and the way he was playing with your clit made it super hard for you. More tears seem to escape your eyes when he suddenly hits your g-spot deliciously. “Oh, right there!” you cry out, breathing heavily.

“Right here, baby? Ohh, you like it right here?” he licks his lips, loving the way your body contorts from pleasure. His fingers rub and stroke the spongey feeling of your g-spot with wild ‘come here’ motions. He sees your tears dripping down your eyes as little strands of hair were sticking on the base of your neck from the sweat. Your pussy kept clenching around his digits so hard that made his cock throb painfully.

“Please please please, let me cum!” you begged in a little voice, not having the energy to yell as loud as you wanted to. You tried your best to hold back your orgasm, but the way he was fucking your pussy with only his two fingers was too much for you.

“Please, I-I can’t stand it…” More tears dripped down onto your cheek, your walls fluttering around his fingers as you were getting closer and closer to cumming.

Yet, Jungkook suddenly removes his fingers out, denying your orgasm.

“No, no!” your whole body shakes and trembles and Jungkook immediately hovers above your figure. His hands hold your wet cheeks and wipes away the fallen tears, his cock twitching.

“Shh, baby girl, baby girl. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Jungkook places soft pecks on your lips, trying his best to calm you down as you were still shaking.

You whimpered, literally sobbing as you tried to stop yourself from crying, but everything was just out of control. Your pussy kept clenching around nothing and your breathing was heavy. Jungkook places his head on the crook of your neck, rubbing your sides and he scatters kisses on your shoulder. He chuckles breathily, completely amused and turned on, “It’s okay, precious.” He lifts his head up to look at your face, all flushed and your eyes glossy, “I’m gonna make you cum so good and so hard. I’m gonna make it up to you, little baby.”

“Y-you better,” you sniff, making him chuckle.

He tugs his briefs down with one and the other wipes the remaining tears on your cheek. He hisses when his dick hits your inner thigh, stroking it a couple of times and spreading his precum.

“You like what you see, my baby?” he smirks, noticing how you couldn’t get your eyes off of his hard cock.

It was so big, you weren’t even sure if it’ll fit. Your past boyfriends couldn’t even compare to him. The tip of his cock was pouring precum and it was angry in red, the veins in his shaft prominent that made you mewl. Crossing your legs together in need, a whimper flows out of you as you felt your pussy drip. You wanted to feel it inside of you for the first time, you want him to break you.

“What are thinking, hmm? Baby?” he says, letting his thick shaft rub against your wet, soaked slit. You whimper, bucking your hips up but his hands push you back down with a growl.

“Y-You’re so big, Jungkook,” you blush, “It wouldn’t fit.”

“Oh, I fucking know, baby,” the tip of his dick slightly nudges your clit, making you mewl from the sensitivity. “I don’t even know if you can take it.”

He hears you whimper and he slaps your cunt a couple of times with his thick dick, “But you will.”

Jungkook pushes the tip slowly against your entrance, and you close your eyes immediately from the feeling. He was going so slow yet you can feel how your walls were stretching so much with just the tip.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he curses, trying to fit this whole tip in without accidentally breaking you in half, “You’re so fucking tight, fuck, even with how wet you already are. Goodness, baby,” he chuckles, pulling his cock out as he tries to fit it in for a second time, “Pussy so fucking tiny, can’t even get the head to fit.”

He was able to push about half of his cock inside your cunt yet you already feel so full. You couldn’t stop the way your pussy was dripping more and more juices out, and Jungkook loved the way it felt.

He notices how your eyes were getting watery once again, and this time he felt concerned.

“Does it hurt, baby? Please tell me to stop if it gets too much for you,”

“No, no, please. Please continue,” you say with a small voice, trying to control your breathing, “I-I just love the way it feels so much.”

Jungkook feels his cock pulse from your praise, and it definitely turned a switch inside of him, “Yeah, you do? Look at you, crying already. Crying ‘cause you love the feeling, huh? Love the feeling of my cock stretching your tiny, delicious cunt?”

You nod your head frantically, feeling how he pushes more and more of his cock into you. It felt like it doesn’t seem to end. “S-so…big…” you cry, sniffing. Jungkook lifts your legs up and hangs it on his shoulders, the new position caused him more room to push and his tip hits your g-spot without trouble.

“Oh!” you yell, “Jungkook!”

“Fuuuuuck!” he drags out, starting to pump slowly, “Feels so fucking good. Your little cunt feels so tight, shit, it keeps clenching, baby.” Jungkook throws his head back, biting his bottom lip.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whisper, “I’m gonna c-cum!”

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to fuck you a bit faster, hitting your sweet spot without difficulty with his thick tip. “Cum, baby, I’m not gonna stop you.”

Your eyes roll back from the immense pleasure, the feeling of a large wave hitting your body as you went through your hard orgasm. You’ve never cummed so hard in your entire life. You started seeing stars as your pussy clenches tightly around Jungkook’s cock as you feel him fuck you harder and faster through your orgasm.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, “Jung—oh my god!”

Jungkook adjusts his position and starts to fuck you deeper, his arms keeping him up as he pounds down in your cunt. He watches your reaction, how you never stopped crying and how you kept moaning and whimpering for him. He watched how your tiny figure was curled up, your legs hanging on his shoulders as it provided him more space to fuck you. He smirks and chuckles, loving how submissive you are.

“You love how I fuck you, huh, you love my cock? You love how my big, long cock stretches your tiny little cunt out? Hmm?”

You don’t respond as you were too focused on the feeling of his big cock pounding your pussy, his balls hitting your butt. His shaft was rubbing against your walls so good that it was the only thing you can think of. When you don’t answer, Jungkook gives one particular, hard thrust, his tip harshly hitting your g-spot.

“O-oh! Jungkook…” you whined.

“Answer when someone asked you a question, you bad, little girl.”

“I-I…” you gulped, “I love it, Jungkook…”

He pushes another inch of his cock in, making you gasp loudly.

“Love what?”

“I l-love how your big cock stretches me out,” you mewled, biting your lip right after. Jungkook cock throbs when your eyes meet and they looked so big. Your eyes were watery as more tears kept escaping from them, and Jungkook wanted to wipe them off of your face, but the sight was too good.

The way you were looking up at him so innocently made him fuck you harder and deeper, getting even closer to his own orgasm.

“Why’re you such a fucking crybaby, huh?” he chuckles, “Crying all this time, hmm? Couldn’t take my fingers and my cock? You couldn’t take how I fuck you raw? Fuck, baby. Cry as much as you want, I’m not gonna fucking stop until you say so.”

Saying that Jungkook was turned on was an understatement. There were no words to describe how aroused he was in this situation. He was so fucking lucky to have you.

“Deeper, please,” you sobbed. Jungkook does just that. His thrusts turn even harsher as he basically pushes all of his cock in, not caring that it might sting. “Aahh! K-Kook!” you cry, but he doesn’t care at this point. He was too in his feelings.

“Yeah, look at my pretty little girl taking all of this cock in her little cunt. You filthy little thing, you like it when I fuck you balls deep?” he chuckles when you nod your head, sniffing.

“My crybaby. I love to see you cry. Love to feel how my dick stretches that little pussy. So fucking tight, fuck.”

Jungkook feels your pussy clenching sporadically around him once more, and he senses your second orgasm. “Cum, baby. Cum around my cock again. Please, fuck. Wanna feel your walls tighten around my raw dick. Wanna see you scream my name and sob for me. Wanna see this little pussy ruined.”

That was all that it took for you to cum. Your hands scratch down his back as your walls tighten around his thick girth. Your mouth was agape as you screamed his name like he wanted to. “Jungkook! Oh my god, oh my god…” Jungkook keeps fucking you through your orgasm again as he helped himself reach his own high. You came so hard, your mind going blank as you just focused on the delicious, addictive sensation.

“Fuuuuck, yeah, oh my fucking god.” He curses, and with a few hard thrusts, he pulls out and shoots his cum on your stomach. Strings of his seed cover your skin and you moan from the sight. He kept pumping his cock with his right hand, his biceps flexing and abs tightening as he milked his cock clean.

After he was finished he flops beside you with a loud sigh. “Oh my god. I came so fucking hard.”

You giggle at that as you watch him stand up immediately to grab a wet towel from the bathroom, and coming back to wipe your body with it. He then tends to your face, wiping your cheeks using the clean side of the cloth. “I’m sorry if it was too much for you, Y/n,” he breathes out, “Seeing someone cry like that during sex was a first time for me.”

“No, i-it’s okay. I loved it. I cried because it feels too good. I’ve never felt that type of way, I promise.”

His eyes light up, his lips curving into a smile, “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “I probably looked dumb crying, didn’t I?

“No, no, no! Absolutely not.” He quickly says, stroking your hair. He kisses your lips lovingly, and you can feel how much he loves and cares for you in that little kiss. “You didn’t look dumb, in fact...” Jungkook looks away, blushing a little bit as he wondered if he should say it or not.

‘Oh, whatever.’ “It turned me on.”

You lift your eyebrows up in shock, and now it was your turn to blush. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he leans down close to your ear, and you can feel his hot breath hitting the skin, sending shivers down your back, “You looked so fucking cute like that, baby. So fucking hot, shit,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “I’ll stop talking before I fuck you again… just to see you cry.”

“Jungkook!” you playfully slapped his arm, your face completely red in embarrassment. “I’m too tired for another round.”

“I know, I know, baby. Let’s get some rest, little one.”

Having sex with Jungkook for the first time made you closer to him than ever. After that day, Jungkook seemed more protective of you. It wasn’t like he isn’t protective of you before having sex, but… things felt different.

He also acts more helpful? You weren’t sure if that was the right word to describe it, but he acted more caring than he already was.

He’d always cook for you whenever you visit him, he’d pick out clothes for you to wear and help you put them on, he’d grip your hand tighter whenever the two of you crossed the road, he’d order food for you in restaurants, and he would even massage your back whenever you came home from work. It was the simplest thing he does for you that amuses you. To be honest, it made you feel soft and fluffy on the inside. It made you feel a type of way, like you feel so protected and loved around him.

Knocking on his front door three times, you waited for Jungkook to appear as you held your hands behind your back.

“Oh, hi Y/n.” Your eyes widen when you saw Taehyung, his roommate, open the door instead of your boyfriend.

“T-Taehyung!” you stutter, completely surprised, “Hi… is Jungkook home?” you asked politely. You and Taehyung met a couple of times before, yet your conversations were always short and a bit awkward. Taehyung was a great guy, but he was always out and about so you didn’t have the opportunity to get to know him.

He was almost the same height as your boyfriend, and you still had to look up.

“He isn’t here yet, he’ll be back in a few minutes though.” He says in a monotone voice, towering over you. He looks at you so sharply that it made you feel intimidated. His eyes turned into little slits, eyeing your little figure up and down. You could’ve sworn he smirked for a quick second, but perhaps your mind was only playing with you.

If you knew that Jungkook’s roommate would be home, your outfit wouldn’t be a simple oversized t-shirt and short cotton shorts.

“Come in.” he states simply as he moves aside to give you some room. “Please act as if I’m not here.”

“O-oh,” you whisper, “okay…”

You watch Taehyung as he disappears into the hallway and goes inside his room, the door shutting with a loud bang. You frown. Maybe he had a bad day?

You still had so much time to kill left, so you had an idea. You walked up to Taehyung’s doorstep and gulped before knocking. “Taehyung? C-can I ask you something?” you say in a quiet, small voice.

“What?” he shouts.

You sigh, “I wanted to ask you about some—” You shrieked when the door suddenly flies open, revealing him wearing headsets and a PS4 controller on one hand.

“Oh s-sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, it’s okay,” he chuckles, “I’m having a bad day today, so I apologize if I seem like an ass.”

You giggle at that, nodding your head in acknowledgment. “I wanted to ask you if I can use some of your ingredients, I want to surprise him some food before he gets home.” You say giddily, not realizing that you’re standing up in your tippy toes.

Taehyung looks down and notices this, making him laugh and shake his head in amusement. “Yeah, of course, Y/n. You can use whatever you want.”

“Yay! Thank you!” You quickly ran back to the kitchen as Taehyung laughs at you, his mouth smiling wide as he shuts the door, resuming to his game.

Jungkook can feel the excitement bubbling in his stomach as he parks his car, knowing that he’ll be seeing you again today after such a long day. He bites his lip as he makes his way to the front door, the thought of hugging your body, of kissing your sweet lips and smelling your scent was driving him insane. He wants to feel you. To see you again.

You, on the other hand, don’t hear the keys jiggling as you kept humming to yourself as you made him his favorite snack. Jungkook opens the door and sees you facing away from him, chopping away on the counter. He creases his brows in confusion, smirking.

Jungkook crosses his arms together, biceps flexing as he quietly walks closer. He leans his arms on the marble island, watching you in amusement.

You kept humming your favorite song, not knowing that your boyfriend was right behind you. You tip-toed as you tried to open the cupboard right above you, but it was too high for your short height. Huffing a breath, you reached your right arm higher, stretching up as much as you could. Jungkook only watched with a cocky smirk, lifting a hand up as his thumb and index finger played with his bottom lip. He watches how your shirt hikes up, revealing more of your butt, how you struggled to keep yourself in your tippy toes.

Even though you’ve admitted many times before how much you hated your height, Jungkook loves it so fucking much. He didn’t understand it before, but he loves how he can easily hold your tiny little body by just wrapping his big, strong arms around you. He loves to see how you seem so small beside his tall and intimidating build. It gives him the feeling to take care of you, the strong desire of wanting to protect you as your lover.

Besides all of that, though — the size difference turns him on.

His dominant side easily shows whenever you let him control your body with consent, letting him use your frail figure for both of your pleasure.

A whimper escapes your lips, “Mmph!” You frustratingly yelled, fingers trying to reach for the handle.

Jungkook chews on his bottom lip, feeling his cock twitch slightly inside his tight pants. He licks his lips and chuckles darkly when you wailed.

His eyes widen, though, when you lift your knee up to rest on the counter, trying to hoist yourself up as your hands grab onto the cupboard.

He quickly strides over to you and places two hands on your waist, pressing his front on your backside. “Hey, hey, careful, careful, little one.”

Your whole body jumps in surprise, eyes expanding as you flip your head to him, “Jungkook! You scared me!”

“No, you scared me. Climbing up the counter isn’t safe at all.”

Jungkook grabs your hoisted leg and puts it back on the ground. He still kept his body pressed firmly onto yours, not giving you space. “I couldn’t reach the cupboard…” you faintly said, making Jungkook giggle.

“I know. I was watching you this whole time.”

You gasp, trying to turn your body around to face him but his strength didn’t let you. He grips your waist firmer, a soft raspy growl leaving his lips. A blush creeps up your cheeks from the sound.

“T-then why didn’t you help me?” you grin, throwing your head back so that you can look up at him. The top of your head was pressed against his upper stomach, giving you a full view of his jaw and his face looking down at you.

Jungkook sighs, wrapping his hand around your throat without pressing. He leans farther down and presses a kiss on your forehead. “Because I thought you look fucking adorable.”

“Jungkook!” you shout with an embarrassed laugh. “P-please let me finish this snack I’m making for you.” You whine, wriggling your body as you tried to find a way out of his strong grip. Jungkook further plays his game though, wrapping his big arms around your small figure, enclosing your body with his firm hold.

“Mmm, fuck, I love you, I love you.” He mutters, making your heart flutter with his words. “I-I love you too, Kook. B-but you’re squeezing me so h-hard.” Your small hands try to push his arms away, but of course, it was useless.

Jungkook gives you one final kiss on the top of your head before he finally releases you, causing you to puff out a large breath. “Oh! Thank you,” you giggle, “please, let me finish this, Kook.”

“Okay baby,” he smiles, wandering to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. “Thank you.”

You nod your head and bite your lip, looking at his eyes. “Y-you’re welcome. But can you…” you look up at the cupboard, then back to him, “Can you please grab me the salt up there?”

Laughing, Jungkook nods and comes up to your side and opens the cupboard with no problem. “Here, little girl.”

You blush at the nickname as you grab the bottle with a blush on your cheeks. “Thank you.”

With a final kiss on the cheek, Jungkook playfully squishes your cheeks with one hand, “No need for that, babe.”

Jungkook also finds many different ways to spice up your sex life. Every round drained your energy but he had such a huge and impressive stamina.

“Jungkook, p-please, careful, careful…” you whimpered, closing your eyes tight as his dick kept pounding into your little cunt. Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle as he lifts your legs up to wrap around his waist. This position gave him better access to your g-spot, hitting all the right nerves that made you moan louder and louder with each thrust.

“Careful?” he snickers, “You want me to go careful on this pretty little pussy?” He pounds harder and deeper, making you cry out. “How can I go fucking careful when this cunt drives me wild. Drives me insane, huh? How can I go careful when you cunt keeps clenching around my thick cock? Hmm, baby?”

“Jungkook, oh my god,” you start scratching down his back from the pleasure he brings you, his dirty, filthy words sending you into a frenzy.

“My god, baby girl. Keep clenching your walls around me like that and I swear I’m gonna fucking cum inside this cunt. Oh my fu – shit! You wanna be a bad girl and keep tightening around my cock?”

You tried your best to relax, yet his powerful thrusts were making it hard for you to do so. You keep whimpering and whining, hugging his sweaty body closer on yours so that you can feel his hot breath. Jungkook places wet and sloppy kisses on your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and biting on it. He scatters your neck with bites, nipping harshly, making you mewl.

“Daddy, t-that hurts.”

You didn’t even process what you just said not when Jungkook stops his tracks. You lock eyes with him and there were this different look and aura on his face, his irises blown even wider and turning darker.

His breathing was heavier, and he wants to fuck you like his little fucktoy so fucking bad, but he controls himself. “What did you…what did you just call me?”

You shake your flushed face side to side, “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t know why I said it and I’m sorry if you didn’t like it…”

Jungkook releases a deep growl, wrapping his right hand around your throat and squeezing, choking you. “I asked you a fucking question and I expect you to answer it, you fucking slut.”

You whimpered from his degradation, feeling his big hand wrapping around your throat made your pussy clench tighter around him even more. Your mind goes back to his previous question, “I c-called you my daddy…”

Jungkook closes his eyes shut for five seconds, inhaling a deep breath as he prods his tongue on the inside of his right cheek.

He leans down so close to your ear that you can feel his lips grazing on your earlobe, his hot breath hitting your skin, making you shiver. “Keep calling me that and I’ll fuck you like the good little bitch you are for me.”

Your eyes widen and you feel your pussy gush around his thick, long cock. He smirks at your reaction and starts thrusting in and out of you once again, slowly this time. “I love how your pretty mouth says that. It turns me on so fucking bad.”

You giggle, cheeks blushing, “Okay, daddy. B-but – oohhh – go faster.”

Jungkook wipes the smile away from your face when he suddenly flips your frail little body over, making you lay on your stomach, your face pressed against the sheets. You whimpered loudly when a harsh slap lands on your ass, his hand hitting the flesh so roughly that caused a stinging, loud spank.

Jungkook pulls his cock out of your dripping pussy, making you mewl from the loss.

“So now you’re begging for daddy to go faster without saying please, huh?”

Spank.

“Is this what you want, huh?”

Spank.

“Wanna be a bad girl? Talking to daddy like that?”

“Jungk—daddy!”

Spank.

“Fucking get your words right, baby girl, before I bruise this pretty little ass purple until you couldn’t sit down.”

Your pussy was gushing slick out to the sheets, your eyes were already blurry as you let your tears drip down onto your cheeks. Jungkook can hear your little sniffles and he roughly grabs a bunch of your hair and tugs harshly, forcing your head to tilt upwards.

A loud whine escapes your lips, the pain triggering more cries out of you. Jungkook tsk-ed, spanking your reddened ass once more. “Look at you, fucking pathetic.”

“N-no,” you whimpered, feeling his head prod against your entrance, but he doesn’t push all the way in.

“Crying like the little cockslut you are, begging for cock without saying please? Daddy needs to teach you a fucking lesson, you little slut.”

You felt your stomach coil up from his crude, degrading words but it turned you on even more. Jungkook finally releases the harsh grip on your hair, “Up on all fours, crybaby.”

You bite your lip from the way he addressed you, quickly doing what he told you so that you wouldn’t be in more trouble. You hang your head low, feeling your teardrops run down to your jaw and on to the bed.

“D-daddy,” you sniff, “I’m…I’m s-sorry.”

He hits another hard spank on your ass, making your whole body jolt forward from the sudden sting. “Mmphh, d-daddy…” you plead.

“I’m not taking any little sorry tonight, slut. Take what daddy gives you as an apology.”

Without any warning, he suddenly shoves his whole cock inside of you, balls deep, without giving you any time to adjust. Your eyes expand from the quick shot of pleasure, your mouth agape as you tightly gripped on the sheets below you. You felt so full, feeling his cock about to split you into two. “F-fuck! Daddy!” you cried, your pussy clenching around his girth tightly.

Jungkook tries his best to keep his composure, to prevent himself from fucking you as he keeps his dick inside your wet cunt. His hands grip your hips tightly, for sure leaving red handprints.

“Be a good girl and keep my cock warm,” he growls.

“D-daddy, no… p-please mo — oohh — move!”

“You really want to disobey daddy, huh?” Spank. “You like being a brat? You’re not my good little girl.” Spank.

With his words, somehow, made you cry even more. You bite your lip to stop yourself from sobbing out loud from the overwhelming pain and pleasure that he’s giving you. You can feel his cock throb inside of you, and his tight grip prevents you from moving.

“I-I’m your…your good little girl, daddy.” You whimper as you shut your eyes, shedding more tears.

Jungkook groans when he swivels his hips slightly, his tip hitting just the right nerves inside your clenching pussy. He wanted to fuck you just like you do, but you had to endure your punishment.

“Oh you are now, really?” he snickers, “Good little girls take their punishment properly.”

“I-I’ll take it properly, daddy! Puh-please, I’ll b-be good.”

Jungkook seemed satisfied with your pleading, and he takes his cock out of your pussy. You whined loudly, your whole body shaking. Jungkook moves so that he was now kneeling in front of you, his heart clenching when he finally sees your fucked-out face.

He leans down and takes your wet cheeks in his big hands, watching you sniff and tremble. “Baby girl,” he whispers, placing a kiss on your lips. “Are you okay? Still want to keep going?”

You nod your head, trying to form a smile above all of your weeping. Jungkook grins but soon replaces it with a devilish smirk. His big hand wraps around your jaw and adjusts himself so that his dick was right in front of your lips. He grips his shaft in his other hand and spreads his precum on your lips, watching you with dark, lustful eyes.

“Gonna fuck this bratty little mouth of yours ‘till you learn your lesson, got it?”

You look up at him with fuzzy eyes, nodding your head. He pushes his cock in and you instinctively open your mouth, inviting him in. Jungkook throws his head back and groans loudly when his cock comes in contact with your tongue. His dick wasn’t even halfway in and you were already gagging.

“Shit,” he chuckles, his left hand holding the back of your head. “You look so fucking hot like this,” you watch him brush his hair back with his unoccupied hand, seeing his biceps flex. You whimpered, the vibrations hitting his cock deliciously.

“Look at you, fucking crying as your little mouth tries to take my cock,” he smirks, pushing more and more of his length in, feeling your throat tighten around him. You quickly remembered to breathe through your nose, and you do just that.

“What? Can’t take my cock either?” he snarls, pulling all the way out before snapping his hips back in again, making you choke. “I think my cock’s too big for this tiny little girl I have right here.”

His words sent up a spike of pleasure to run throughout your whole body, and you were determined to take all of him in. You slack your jaw and open your mouth wider – besides the protest of your tears – and you take more of his dick.

He starts to thrust at a steady pace, hitting your gag reflex again and again but you try to push it away. Jungkook keeps his eyes on you, watching how your eyes struggle to keep open as they keep shedding more tears, your lips drooling in saliva as his dick fucked your throat. He thrusts faster and faster, now holding your head in both hands.

“B-baby,” he groans, “take my fucking cock. That’s right, choke around it… fuck!”

Jungkook decides to push another inch of his cock in, and your throat harshly gags around it. You felt your pussy clench tightly and his dick throbbed harshly from the tightness of your throat. He shuts his eyes and keeps his dick still inside your mouth, the tip of your nose almost touching his pubic bone. “Fuuuuuuck! Baby g-girl, so fucking t-tight.”

He reopens his eyes and finally pulls his cock out of your sore little mouth, watching as a string of saliva connects from your lips and on his tip. You exhale a large puff of air, breathing heavily.

“Ohh, my precious baby girl,” he coos as he leans down to grab your face, kissing your lips passionately. You whimpered into his mouth, feeling so fucked out and tired, your arms almost giving out. “I love you,” he says, biting on your bottom lip right after, “I love you.”

You look up at him, your eyes slightly red. You knew that he was only saying these crude, vulgar words just for the sake of sex. You knew that he didn’t mean it. “I love you too, a lot, lot more.”

“Impossible.” Your boyfriend chuckles and swiftly flips you over again with no trouble, lifting you up as if you weighed like a feather. He lays you on your back again as he hovered his body on top of you, his forearms on either side of your face.

“I’m gonna fuck you like you deserved to be fucked, baby.” Jungkook wastes no time to insert his cock back in your cunt, and this time, he doesn’t stop. He fucks you balls deep, feeling your walls stretch around his girth once more. He couldn’t get used to the feeling, he wanted to fuck you even rougher but he feels like he’s going to tear your pussy apart. “Fuck, baby, your cunt feels like it’s gonna break if I fuck you even harder.”

“Daddy, p-please… I want it.”

Jungkook quirks a brow up, “What did you say? Say it louder, baby girl.”

You gulp down the lump in your throat, “P-please fuck me rough. Please don’t hold back, daddy, I d-deserve it. Fuck my l-little pussy until I break, please please please, daddy.”

Jungkook turns animalistic, a deep growl erupting from his throat as he snaps his hips even harder and faster. His cock was hitting your sweet spot all this time, and you couldn’t even keep your eyes open from the overwhelming pleasure. He’s fucking you so roughly that he can’t think straight. He lifts your legs up to wrap around his waist so that he can fuck you deeper.

“Aaah! Right t-there!” you squeal, wiping your tears away from your face with your palm, “Daddy, it f-feels too good!”

“Yeah?” he groans, “My little crybaby, wanting her daddy to fuck her pussy like it’s her last dick she’s ever gonna get?” Jungkook wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing it just right. His dick throbs from the sight of you weeping, lips bruised from all of your constant lip bites. “This little body trying it’s best to take big dick, huh?”

Your cheeks blush, nodding your head, “Y-yes, daddy. I-I love it.”

“Oh I know you do. Pleasure too much for you to handle that you cry, hm? Bet no one fucked you this good. No dick has ever been good to you, huh? Is that it?”

Your eyes roll back, his hand squeezing your neck bit tighter as he feels your pussy clenching nonstop around his cock. “O-only you, daddy. Only your cock makes me feel this good.”

“Good thing you know, baby. Because you’re gonna feel daddy’s cock in you for the next couple of days. Daddy’s gonna make your small little body feel so sore tomorrow, the next day, and the day after that. Daddy’s gonna make sure that you couldn’t walk after this.”

With his head hitting your g-spot constantly, you felt the familiar coil in your stomach building up fast. “D-daddy! I’m gonna cum!” you whimper, chest heaving up and down, your forehead sticky with sweat.

“You are? Ohh, I know, baby,” he chuckles, “Your cunt keeps squeezing around my dick. Cum whenever you’re ready, little girl.”

After a couple more hard thrusts, the building knot in your tummy snaps. You finally cum around his cock, your walls clenching and pulsating tightly and sporadically on his length, your legs physically shaking. Jungkook groans, holding your trembling body in his strong arms, hugging you close. “Thaaaat’s it, that’s my good girl.” He purrs, watching your figure shake, your legs pulling his hips closer and firmer.

“Daddy,” you whispered, still cumming, “I-I…” your mouth was agape, not having the energy to form coherent words. Jungkook fucks you through your orgasm, trying his best not to cum immediately. His thrusts turn sloppy and he slows down, his own high coming closer.

“Shh, shh, daddy’s got you, I got you.” He bites his lip, feeling his balls get heavier.

“Daddy, p-please let me t-taste your cum.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Jungkook almost came then and there, quickly pulling out of your drenched pussy and kneeling between your head, stroking his rock-hard cock furiously, “Fuck, Y/n, shiiiiiit,” he moans, gripping your left cheek in one hand as he strokes the fallen tears away with his thumb. “My good, pretty crybaby, gonna cum, gonna fucking cum!”

Your legs cross together as Jungkook’s cum spurts out, thick strings of his seed covers your face as your mouth opens wide, trying to catch them. Jungkook breathes heavily as he tries to aim at your tongue, but slightly fails as his body shakes from the strong orgasm. “Holy fuck,” he growls from the sight beneath him, watching you gulp down his hot cum. “Good fucking girl, fuck.”

He keeps stroking his dick until he’s completely fucked out, throwing his head back with his eyes closed. You watch him with big eyes, seeing how his adam’s apple bob up and down, his neck covered in beads of sweat. Little droplets would run down from his thick chest and to his defined abs. You whimpered, making him turn his attention back to you.

“Oh my fucking god, baby girl.” He chuckles, reaching to the nightstand to get the wet wipes. “I need to clean you,” he smirks, “even though you look hot like that.”

“Mmm, daddy,” you giggle, biting on your index finger as he cleans your face.

“Yes, baby girl?” he says, voice sweet and gentle, completely different from the tone he’s been using on you this whole time.

“Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for, Y/n? I’m here supposed to say sorry to you, for pushing your precious, little body.” He fakes a frown, still wiping your sticky face.

“No, I-I loved it. I love playing with you like this daddy,” you giggle with a blush.

Jungkook hums, “Mhmm, I know baby girl. You like it when daddy plays with your body rough, huh? Like it when I make your body shake and tremble as you cry?”

You face turn redder, rolling your eyes playfully with a stupid grin.

“I take that as a yes.”

You groan and push his body away from you with as much strength as you can, but you clearly fail to do so. Jungkook giggles, feeling your small hands pressing firmly on his chest. He finds you so adorable. He flops on the space beside you as he quickly wraps an arm around your body, cuddling you. He tugs you closer to him, his chest resting on top of your head.

“Baby?” he questions.

“Hmm?”

“I was really surprised when you called me daddy.” Your face instantly blushes red again, covering your face with your hands as a quiet groan leaves your lifts. Jungkook smirks, “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“A-as if it didn’t turn you on.” You snicker shyly, feeling the grip he has on your waist tighten.

“Oh it did. It fucking did.”

Without a warning, Jungkook wraps his arms around you and swiftly lifts your body above him, placing you on top of him. You squeal as he makes you straddle his blanket-covered waist. He tugs your upper body down until your faces were mere inches apart.

Jungkook’s chest tightens when he sees that your eyes were still red from crying so much. He chews on his bottom lip, lifting his hands up to caress your cheeks. Your head felt so small between his large hands, and it somehow gave you a comfortable feeling – as if you were so safe in his hold. You instinctively lean into his palm, eyes fluttering at him.

“Oh, princess,” he exhales, his eyes drooping slightly as he looks at you so lovingly. “You’re so good for daddy. You’re only mine, get that?”

Nodding your head, you smile as you feel your heart beat faster. “I’m yours, only yours, daddy.”

You didn’t expect the harsh, deep growl that left Jungkook’s lips. Your eyes widen when he pushes his thumb inside your mouth, getting them wet as you automatically suck. You whimper when his other hand crawls down from your spine and down to your ass, gripping your sore cheek.

“Mmmphh—da..ddy,” you mewl, gagging a little when he pushes his thumb inside further. Jungkook prods a tongue on the inside of his cheek as he looks at you so darkly. With a devilish smirk, he slaps your butt sharply, the loud sound resonating throughout the room as your body shivers.

“D-Daddy…it hurts,” you pleaded at him with your eyes, wiggling your ass.

“I know.” He says simply. It wasn’t the reply that you wanted, causing you to groan out in frustration. “Can you take it?” he asks seriously, lifting a single brow up.

You start to sniff, a lump forming in your throat as you look away. You shake your head side to side slowly, “N-no, daddy.”

Jungkook quickly removes his thumb out of your mouth and instead pulls your head closer until your lips touch his. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your body onto him until there was no space left. You mewl as you couldn’t keep up with his dominant pace, manipulating the kiss and showing who’s in control. Your hands find their place on his hair, playing with his gorgeous locks because you knew how much he liked it.

Your cheeks heat up when you feel Jungkook smirk into the kiss. He leaves deep little moans and groans, making your stomach turn.

Jungkook was the first one to pull away before it gets more heated. He watches your face, how you were slightly out of breath and your cheeks pink.

Jungkook was so thankful that you spoke your mind, saying the truth that you couldn’t handle another round at this time. He could definitely go on for hours and hours, but he was thinking about you. He had a huge amount of stamina, and you know that. With you saying no, he knew that you really trusted him.

Jungkook lovingly strokes your hair, pushing the stray strands away from your face. “How about we take a bath, baby?”

Your eyes instantly light up, nodding furiously.

“Good.” Jungkook taps your side a couple of times and you move away from him so he can stand. “You stay there and look pretty while I run the water, yeah?”

You giggle, “Okay, daddy.”

Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head, “Don’t say that as if you want to be fucked stupid again, crybaby.”

There’s a part two!

Oh, and a part three?

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hi i’d like max x reader where he’s having very stressful day at work like everything that can go wrong does go wrong and the reader is his gf and bc of all this stuff going wrong he forgets that she’s supposed to visit him at work so she comes in and starts talking about her day and how great it was and then he just shoots up and goes to hug her and starts kissing her and playing with her hair and she’s like ??? cause this never happens and he just lays his head on her lap and he rants about his day and she listens and she tries to comfort him as best she can thank u 🥺

Rough Day At Work [Maxwell Lord x Reader]

Author's note: Oh. my god. This is a long one. I write a lot of Maxwell fluff but this one is by far one of my favourites. It's a journey of pure, unadulterated sweetness with a sliver of comedy. And it's set at Christmas— perfect to get you in the festive mood! Reblogs appreciated because this isn't showing up in tags.

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: food mention, drink mention, brief allusions to sex, Maxwell is ~stressed~.

Rating: PG-13

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Maxwell Lord had his fair share of bad days. Things almost always went wrong in his line of work, but it was almost never his fault. He could always squander up an excuse or find someone else to blame. But today it was one thing after another.

He was late. He had a meeting with the board team first thing but as the Christmas traffic filled the bustling roads of DC, he had already missed the first twenty five minutes of the conference. He practically fell out of the black limo that drove him to work every morning, plodging his feet through the thick layers of snow. It was so deep this morning, the ice cold water seeped through his leather Armani shoes and even through his favourite cashmere socks. The ones with little purple polka dots. He shivered uncomfortably as the clumps of ice sat in between his toes, melting, and so every footstep made an obscene squelching noise. He didn't have the time to fuss around and change his shoes. The bottoms of his tailored pants were dripping. He bolted through the glass revolving doors of Black Gold Cooperative, trailing a pool of water behind him. His receptionist Anna, and his assistant Raquel, stood up abruptly, their eyes widening as they saw their boss in such a hurried frenzy.

"Mr Lord! You have your nine o’ clock meeting and it’s now nine twenty-” Raquel raised her hand and called for him, but he didn't bother to stop in his tracks.

"Yes Raquel, I know!" Maxwell yelled after her, already tapping his feet impatiently as he waited for the elevator. "Cmon, cmon…" he grumbled as it slowly made its way down from the 25th floor to the ground floor.

When Maxwell entered the board meeting, his cheeks were a rosy pink from the cold winter weather. His eyes were glazed and the waves in his dark blonde hair were falling out of place. He had styled it perfectly this morning, the same way he did it every morning. You had even helped him, brushing through his locks when he had hopped out the shower. But now he looked as though he had just run a marathon, breaking out in a cold sweat. He swore if he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror, he'd have a heart attack. But surely, the day couldn't get any worse. Right? Maxwell had made it to the meeting, albeit late. At least he was there.

Wrong.

"I am so sorry." he scrambled, plopping his briefcase down on the table and slipping past the many occupied chairs. He slumped down in one eventually, pulling out in a notepad and pen. "Bad traffic," he huffed. "Can someone give me the lowdown?"

He eventually looked up to see his company. Twelve older ladies in pink button down dresses and white frilly aprons, their hair tied back into matching low buns. Maxwell froze up, his gaze wandering from woman to woman as it slowly began to sink in.

"Mr Lord…" the woman at the head of the table said cautiously. She looked just as baffled. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I've worked for Black Gold Cooperative for five years now but never did I expect to see you in person."

Maxwell looked back at the other girls who were all nodding in agreement, beaming with excitement. "Uh." He didn't know what to say, but instead, he placed his pen and notepad back into the inside of his suit jacket pocket and stood up. "I think- I think I'm in the wrong meeting." he announced.

"We are the body of staff who are responsible for the cleanliness and hygiene of your company sir. We spend ten hours a day washing and tidying every surface, every inch of this building. We take great care of it." one of the ladies spoke up and Maxwell became even more confused. Although clearly, on a day like this, it didn't take much to confuse him.

"The cleaning staff have meetings in here?" He wondered out loud, immediately regretting the words as soon as they left his lips. He didn't want to come off as rude. "I mean, I'm your employer. Pft, of course I know that you have meetings. And I'm glad you do so. It's good to take direction!" he was doing that motivational voice he used on television, making the 60 year old cleaners swoon with admiration. "I- I should get going but. Uh, yes. Lovely to meet you all."

"Mr Lord!" A lady with ebony hair and crinkles by her eyes stood up, handing Maxwell his briefcase. He nodded appreciatvely and walked to the door where her hand met his arm and stopped him in his tracks. "Could I get your autograph, please? I'm just a huge fan of your infomercials."

Maxwell checked the time on his wristwatch. Almost half an hour late, but he couldn't deny one of his cleaners. Once upon a time he wouldn't have bothered giving them a second glance yet he leaned over the table and signed his name on a sticky note. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Pamela," she beamed brightly.

"Nice to meet you Pamela, have a good day." he pat her shoulder and went open the door when another voice yelled his name.

"Mr Lord!" a woman with white hair stood up, a grin pinned on her face. "I'm Doris," she introduced confidently, but her voice was shaky with her old age. "I remember when your father was on the television. I used to clean for him too, you know? Oh, he was such a lovely gentleman. And you look more and more like him every day. Such a handsome man, you are."

Maxwell stiffened up, his hand grabbing the door handle so hard he was sure his knuckles might've turned white. "Oh," was the only thing that could really leave his lips. He wanted to leave.

"Mr Lord, your father I mean-, every Christmas he'd give little old me a kiss," she recalled, her heart blooming at the memory. "Of course I wasn't old then. I was young. And beautiful."

Maxwell exhaled and nodded his head, unsure of really what to say or where this conversation was going. All he could think about was the board meeting that he was already extremely late for. Maxwell pushed down on the door handle and Doris let out a long dramatic sigh, making Maxwell pause once again to hear what she had to say. "I haven't been kissed like that, by a man as attractive as your father, in years." she sighed longingly, fluttering her eyelashes.

That was when Maxwell realised. He sighed quietly, his eyes scanning the room. All the cleaners were staring at him, expecting him to make his move on poor old Doris. Then, he turned back to Doris and offered her that familiar Hollywood smile. The same smile that the whole world was used to seeing on five o'clock television. He took her hand and brushed a soft kiss over her wrinkled knuckles before gently dropping her hand again. There was no denying the pink blush that coloured her cheeks. The action earned a few squeaks and squeals around the room and while they were all babbling with excitement about what they'd just witnessed happen to their friend Doris, Maxwell took the opportunity to run.

He did finally make it to the meeting. He squeezed past his business associates, trying to locate his chair around the table. In the process, he knocked over a cup of coffee. It spilled all over Maxwell, and one of his colleagues. Maxwell's pale blue suit jacket was now stained with brown espresso, and he knew it would take more than just a few washes to get the stain out. He muttered a small 'sorry' before finding his seat and taking out his notepad and pen. Just as he finished writing the date at the top of his piece of paper, the director of the meeting called it quits and everyone flustered out of the room.

All this had happened and it was only ten in the morning.

Luckily, that was the only meeting of the day and he knew he was going to be spending the rest of the day in his office doing paperwork. That was easy enough. Maxwell padded into his enormous office which took up the entirety of the top floor at Black Gold Cooperative headquarters. He shut the double doors, finding peace in knowing that there was no need for anyone to come in and distract him. Maxwell tugged off his blazer and hung it on the back of a chair. He unclipped his suspenders that held his tailored pants up, and threw them to one side, along with his shoes and soaked socks. He padded into the closet at the back of his office and shuffled out of his pants, changing into some grey sweatpants.

He smiled, beginning to feel warm again. Wearing the sweatpants reminded him of you and it made him feel like he was at home. He remembered a few weeks into your relationship; your surprise when you caught a glimpse of his wardrobe. Not a single piece of casual wear in sight. You wondered if Maxwell Lord had ever known the comfort of sweatpants and so, that afternoon, you went out and bought him a pair. They changed his life. Maxwell would always favour his suits, that's just who he was, but he would love to wear the sweats when he wanted to lounge about in the house.

He was tired. His hair was still damp, the dark blonde waves curling at the nape of his neck and falling out of place every time he tried to remedy it. He still smelled vaguely of espresso, and was still haunted by the interaction of Doris the cleaner. He pursed his lips together into a thin line at the memory of kissing her hand.

Maxwell walked over to his desk and sunk into his chair, holding his head in his hands. Finally some peace.

Until there was a loud knock at the door. Maxwell swung his head back and groaned. "Come in!" he shouted, quickly composing himself for whoever wished to see him. It was his blonde assistant, Raquel.

"Hi sir!" she beamed, waving her free hand and placing a glossy catalogue on the table.

"Raquel." Maxwell nodded politely, sitting up and looking at the catalogue she had positioned before him.

"For the Christmas gala," she explained, flicking open the pages and pointing out different things. She'd carefully highlighted and labelled everything she wanted to show him, making it easier for his conveience. "I was thinking huge black and gold balloons with the company name on. Gold confetti. Banners and streamers hanging from every corner. A buffet, and every table cloth will also have the company's name on, printed in small, glitter ink." Her loud and chatty voice was giving Maxwell a headache.

"Yeah, balloons with Black Gold Cooperative written on really scream ‘Have a Very Merry Capitalist Christmas’." he sighed, slowly looking up at her. She blinked a few times. "Well Raquel?" he quizzed, growing irritable. It wasn't her fault, it's just everything was beginning to build up. She blinked again, dumbfounded by his comment. "Is that what Christmas is about to you?"

"W-what do you mean?" she asked nervously, removing her hand from the catalogue and taking a step back from his desk.

"What about red and green balloons? We'll have a Christmas tree in the ballroom. We could even make it family friendly and hire a Santa Claus for the kids to meet." Maxwell suggested. "And no weird company merchandise."

Raquel blinked, not saying a word. It had never really dawned on Maxwell how much you had changed him. His staff realised practically instantly— from the moment he came into work after the first time you had spent the night, it was like he was a changed man. He held the door open for people, he wished people a good morning. And as your relationship with him developed, you opened up a brand new side to him. He became more affectionate and caring for those around him, a feeling he had shut off from the world for his entire life.

He had never cared for Christmas, never cared as much to host a Christmas gala either. His father died during the festive season and it hadn't been the same without him. His mother didn't do much to celebrate. Maxwell had everything he always wanted; all the new toys and fanciest designer clothes. But it meant nothing to him without his father. Christmas meant nothing to him without love. That's why it all changed when he met you. You finally brought love back into his life, and everything felt whole again. You completed him. You taught him how to enjoy events and celebrate. You taught him happiness but most importantly, you taught a cold and broken man how to love and be loved in return.

The Christmas gala was your idea. One night, around a month ago, you and Maxwell were both lying in bed together. Maxwell had expressed to you that he wanted to do something special for his staff at work. Over the past few years since he had met you, he'd slowly been softening with the people around him. Christmas time was no different and his staff were always jolly to receive a hefty bonus from him. But they didn't expect anything more.

You came up with the idea of a gala, and Maxwell couldn't help but smirk a little when you mentioned it. He knew that your suggestion was deeply rooted into the fact you had always wanted to attend a gala, wear a beautiful dress and have your hair and makeup done. More importantly, you wanted to go to a gala with Maxwell and have him by your side looking as handsome as ever. The prospect excited you so much. With Maxwell, you knew that you wanted for nothing. That he could give you anything and everything. But you would never ask. You wanted him to know that for as long as he was with you, you had everything you needed.

Normally for Maxwell, gala’s were a place for adults only. Bars that served the best alcohol and a place where men who were just as rich as him would meet and schmooze. Before you, gala’s were a fine opportunity for Maxwell to meet a lady and take her home. That's all he enjoyed them for. But you had taught Maxwell that there was more to life than wealth, women and good champagne. He was so sure you'd love the idea of turning the gala into a family friendly party, and he was certain that his employees (the likes of the cleaning staff, for example) would love the ability to bring their families to such a high class event.

"Don't worry Raquel," Maxwell smiled. "Forget about the party planning for now. I know someone who would love to organise the Christmas gala." Today was tough, but everytime he thought about you, he couldn't wipe the grin from his face. He was one lovesick puppy. "Could you bring me a coffee?"

Raquel nodded and picked the catalogue back up, padding out his office without saying another word.

At around twelve o’clock, Maxwell was about to take his lunch break- but the phone on his desk began to ring. "Maxwell Lord." he introduced himself, holding the phone to his ear. It was the CEO of Powergrid Electrics, an electrical company in Rome. Rude and unhinged, the boss man reminded Maxwell of a version of himself that he had left in the past.

Maxwell had almost sealed an amazing deal with the company, but it had seemed that the CEO hadn't received a vital part of the contract. Trying to regulate the anger that was building up inside of him, Maxwell shakily put the phone back on the hook and called his second assistant, Emmerson, into his office.

"It's impossible," Maxwell furrowed his eyebrows together in bewilderment, after explaining the situation. He scrambled amongst the papers that were stacked mountain high on his desk. "I put it in the envelope and had Raquel send it off to Rome last week. I remember… I know I didn't forget. I never forget." he said, trying to sound as composed and confident as possible. There was no mistake in the worried little warble in his voice, though.

Emmerson, Maxwell's second assistant, wasn't sure if he was going to regret his next move. "Sir," his voice was timid and small. Maxwell's eyes snapped up to meet Emmerson's and Emmerson felt his heart rate increase rapidly. Emmerson reached over Maxwell's desk, picking up a folded piece of paper with a sticky note on top that read 'For Raquel: give to Rome'. "Is it possible that this is the missing part of the contract? That maybe, you might have just, forgotten to give it to Raquel?" he said slowly, trying to beat around the bush as much as possible.

Maxwell slowly reached over to the slip of paper, unravelling it like he was scared to see what the contents would reveal. He sighed out loud when he realised he had, in fact, forgotten to give Raquel the document, and there was no one to blame but himself. He ran his fingers through his hair, contemplating what to do next. He didn't want to believe he was out of options. He wasn't one to give up, especially when it came to the sanctity of his business.

"I need you to go to Rome." He said immediately and Emmerson's jaw dropped.

"I- I'm sorry?" Emmerson quizzed, confused and still slightly afraid of how impulsive Maxwell was being. "With all due respect, can't you just call Rome and ask for an extension on the deadline?"

Maxwell scoffed. "Call Rome? I can't just call a country," Emmerson was about to interject to explain that wasn't exactly what he meant but Maxwell didn't allow it. There was something about the way Maxwell's brain worked… he didn't get where he was today from taking the advice of his assistants. "You will go to Rome and give Powergrid Electrics the remaining part of the contract yourself. I trust you."

"But sir-" Emmerson raised a shaky hand.

"Oh, I see, you're worried about accomodation," Maxwell assumed, chuckling lightly. "I'll get you a five star hotel and give you a spending allowance of three hundred euros a day, how does that sound? No need to fret. Hurry along now."

"Mr Lord," Emmerson deadpanned finally, causing Maxwell to look up at his assistant in bewilderment. Emmerson was still afraid of his boss, of course, but he knew he had to stand his ground. "I can't go to Italy."

There were a few beats of silence. "What?" Maxwell questioned. "Don't be ridiculous. It's a free trip of a lifetime. You have an easy job to do. You can spend the rest of the day souvenir shopping. I don't care. Just get the contract delivered." He ordered.

"No." Emmerson put his foot down.

"No?" Maxwell repeated, raising his eyebrows like he was due an explanation.

"Mr Lord, I didn't want to say anything because it seems… you've had a lot going on today. But my girlfriend, Katherine, she's due our baby. See, we're having a son. I'm not sure if you knew… I mean, you probably didn't know. But, I promised Katie- uh, Katherine, that I'd meet her at the hospital after my shift. I wish I could help you sir, I really do. But I love my girlfriend and I've been waiting nine months to meet our son so if you please-"

The old Maxwell Lord would've burned red with rage, firing poor Emmerson on the spot, right then and there. How dare he question Maxwell. How dare he deny Maxwell. How dare he choose his love life, his family over his job. But right now, Maxwell couldn't help the small smile creep upon his lips. He was overjoyed, just wishing Emmerson had told him of the amazing news before now.

"Congratulations," Maxwell said, his voice quiet but his eyes gleaming. "On the addition of your family. That's really great."

Emmerson stood as still as ever, blinking a few times. He waited for Maxwell to snap and finally lose it. He was waiting to get the sack. But nothing. "Uh, thank you, sir." Emmerson replied hesitantly, like he wasn't sure what to expect from Maxwell.

The following few moments of silence, Maxwell spent thinking about you. He thought about how radiant you glowed this morning and how he wished he didn't have to leave your side. You were the love of his life and quite frankly, since meeting you, he understood the priority of choosing love over wealth. He finally had someone he could hold onto during the dead of night, someone to ramble to about his feelings, someone he could kiss and love and cherish forever.

Maxwell Lord finally loved something more than his business and that was you. Emmerson coughed awkwardly, breaking the silence and Maxwell flicked his wrist up, checking the time on his gold Rolex. It was almost twelve thirty.

"Why are you still here?" Maxwell grinned, swinging his hand to point a finger towards the door. "Go! You have a son to meet!"

"Sir, I don't finish until five o’ clock." Emmerson replied, stiffening up.

"No no no! Go home, go see your girlfriend, please." Maxwell stood up and shook his assistants hand. "I have no doubt you'll be an amazing father," he said genuinely. "And I'll have Y/N send over some flowers and a donation after the birth."

"You- you're really letting me off work early?" Emmerson beamed and Maxwell nodded his head enthusiastically. "Oh how can I ever thank you?"

"I hear Maxwell is a popular choice of name for baby boys right now," the CEO charmed and Emmerson let out a small but genuine laugh. "Now go! Tell Katherine I send my love."

"I will do, thank you sir." Emmerson grinned, grabbing his jacket from the coat rack and merrily running out of the office.

Maxwell sunk into the plushness of his leather chair, still unable to escape the smile that played on his lips. He imagined the possibility of you, the love of his life, carrying his child. He thought about how beautiful you would look, how you'd glow, and how he'd simply give up everything to take care of you. Make sure you had everything you needed during your pregnancy. He imagined building the nursery with you and picking out some books on parenting, studying with you so he could ensure that he'd be the best father ever. He'd never wanted kids. In fact he hated the idea of having little mini Maxwell’s running around and causing fuss and torment, but the idea of you raising them alongside him made his heart flutter. He was certain of the unconditional love you’d have for them. Similar to the unconditional love he had for you.

His eyes darted back to the unsent report on his desk and he sighed. Guess I have to call Rome after all. He thought.

Maxwell was counting the minutes until he could go home and see you. He wanted nothing more than to curl up on the sofa with you, the fire on, and watch one of those cheesy Christmas movies you liked so much. He heard the doors to his office open, frustration racing through him as he prepared himself for the next bout of 'things going wrong'. He'd normally yell at someone if they entered his office without knocking but he was so tired. So so tired.

When he saw you, he swore his heart stopped. There you were, his blessing in disguise. His angel. You were wearing your red winter coat and knee high brown boots, and you plopped your purse and a bag on one of the many side tables in his office. You took off your gloves and pulled off your wooly bobble hat, stuffing them lazily in your pocket and offered him a happy smile. He scrambled to his feet, not taking his eyes off you for a second and ran up to you, sweeping you off your feet and spinning you around. You squealed, grabbing onto him for your life and he put you down, pulling you into a tight warm hug.

"You're freezing cold." he grimaced, pulling your hands into the pockets of his grey sweatpants in hope they'd warm up.

"It's snowing again." you whispered happily, smiling into his neck. He was delighted, having you in his arms and being able to smell the familiarity of your shampoo and perfume. He knew for sure now, he was going to be okay.

"I can see." he replied, moving one of his hands up to your face and padding out the pearly snowdrops that were balanced in your hair. "I am so glad to see you sweetheart." he hummed, sending vibrations through your body. You felt your heart blossom in your chest at his sentiment.

"I told you I was coming this morning," you giggled, eventually pulling away from him and taking your arms out of his pockets. You cupped his face and ran your fingers through his dark blonde hair, fixing it as best as you could. "I brought us lunch." you told him, fishing into the bag and bringing out boxes of pastries and cakes. "From that bakery we like."

Maxwell gasped and you looked up at him confused. "Baby, I completely forgot you were coming."

"I hate to say Max but you do look a little disheveled," you folded your arms across your chest and checked out your boyfriend's appearance. "What's with the sweats and… where is your tie and suspenders?" Your eyes met his feet on the floor and they widened almost comically. "Max! Where are your socks and shoes?"

He sighed, shaking his head. "Long story." he took your hand and pulled you over to the couch, pulling you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around him and he placed a hand on your thigh, pushing under your skirt and rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

"Tell me everything." you replied and he looked up at you with nothing but adoration in his brown eyes.

"Traffic jam on the way to work because of the snowstorm last night, and the streets were so busy with it being so close to Christmas. We couldn't get parked out front so I had to get out of the car and walk through five inches of snow to get into work. I was already late for my meeting. Soaking wet and uncomfortable," you let him ramble on, watching intently at the way his expression would change as he recalled different events in his day. You began to play with his hair, seeing that he was getting flustered at the memory of it all. "I was late for the meeting, I ended up in a whole different meeting. I didn't know the cleaners in this building even had meetings!"

"The cleaners?" you chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. "You sat in on a meeting with the cleaners?" Maxwell nodded sollemnley and you nudged him playfully. "I love that."

"Well, I didn't. They're all lovely women. But this one cleaner, Doris…" he fumbled around with his fingers. "I ended up kissing her." you pulled away quickly, knotting your eyebrows together. "No! No not like that," Maxwell said quickly, pulling you back onto his lap and wrapping his arm around you. "She's like 90, said she used to work for my father and every Christmas he'd give her a kiss. She'd start talking about how she's never had a kiss from someone as handsome as my father in years. So I gave her a polite one, on her hand. And baby, I ran. As fast as I could, I had to get outta there."

You smiled. "Max, you probably made her day. That was really sweet of you."

He brushed off your comment, taking a dramatic exhale and continuing his story. "Finally got to the meeting, spilled coffee over myself and one of my associates. But by the time I had finally settled, the meeting was over. So I went back to my office and changed out of my wet, cold, coffee stained clothes and sat down. Raquel came in. She was planning the Christmas gala but it all sounded so… corporate. Not what Christmas is about at all," he explained and you nodded in agreement. "Anyways I suggested that we change the gala this year so it's family friendly. In the spirit of Christmas."

"Oh Max!" you beamed, snuggling into his chest. He smiled to himself proudly, knowing that he had made you happy.

"You good with that?" he chuckled, running his fingers through your hair.

"Yes!" you squeaked, pushing yourself back up and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "I have so many ideas."

"That's great honey," he laughed. "Because I told Raquel to forget about the gala. I figured you could plan it. You're great at stuff like that, and I know how much it means to you. I want the gala to be perfect for my staff and their families, and I trust you more than anyone else in the world."

"I can't wait," you smiled merrily, already weighing up the different ideas you had in your head. "Was Raquel okay with you taking the party planning duty away from her?"

"I think so," Maxwell replied. "She has a lot on her plate, being my assistant and all. It's a busy time of year and I think she'd appreciate having less to do."

"Well, it really does sound like you've had an eventful morning."

"Oh, I'm not finished," Maxwell grimaced and you braved yourself for the impending chaos. "Rome called and told me that the CEO of Powergrid Electrics only received half of the binding contract. So I was going to send Emmerson to Rome because I needed that contract in the hands of the CEO by midnight tonight. But Emmerson told me he couldn't. His girlfriend is having his baby today. A little boy. So I let him go home early."

"Emmerson's going to be a father?" you gasped and Maxwell nodded. "That's so wonderful! I should send him some flowers."

"I already told Emmerson you would." Maxwell grinned.

"Oh a baby boy too! How lovely. We have to go meet the baby when he's born. Please please please." you whined, fluttering your eyelashes.

"Okay darling." Maxwell pressed a kiss into your cheek.

You stood up and brought the bag over to the couch, taking out the little boxes and handing them to Maxwell. You opened them up and started to eat, as you told him how your morning had gone.

"After you went to work, I cleared up and did the dishes that you had left from breakfast. Max, I was soooo tired from last night," you blushed and his mouth twisted into a proud smile. "So I went back to bed and slept for another hour. Then I got up and took a bubble bath. Oh!" you scrambled around in your purse, taking out a fresh Polaroid and showed him it. It was a photograph of his white long haired cat, Lady, with bubbles balancing on her head. "She kept me company while I was in the bath." you smiled and Maxwell laughed.

"She looks so funny with the bubbles on her head." Maxwell took the Polaroid from your fingers and admired the cat. He was never particularly fond about animals, or having pets, but you loved them. In the first year of your relationship, Maxwell asked what you wanted for your birthday. As always, you told him that you didn't want anything materialistic, that he was all you needed. But you did tell him about an animal charity that you were so passionate about. He remembered leaving you at home and telling you that he was simply 'heading out'. He had planned on visiting the charity and making a donation in your name, as part of your birthday present. But he didn't leave the shelter empty handed.

A white fluffy cat with long whiskers and big blue eyes. Her eyes reminded him of sapphires. She mewled and padded towards him, her tail waving happily as she rubbed her cheek on his leg, circling around him. "Ah, she's a darling," the lady who was showing Maxwell around told him. "Unfortunately, she's been here with us longer than any of the other cats. She's not that good around people. But I must admit, she likes you a lot. In fact, I've never seen her so confident around another person before."

Maxwell dropped to his knees and tickled her head. She began purring erratically, rubbing her face along the edges of the rings on his fingers. "Nobody wants her?" Maxwell asked, not taking his eyes from the happy kitty. He picked her up, ignoring the white cat hair that malted onto his suit. She rubbed her soft face against his cheek and sniffed his cologne.

"No." the lady replied sadly. Maxwell smiled.

"I'll take her."

And that night, Maxwell came home with a new addition to the family. You were overjoyed, but no one was happier than little Lady Lord who had found her fur-ever home.

He placed the Polaroid on one of the side tables, promising you he would find a frame for it. "How was your bath darling?" he cooed, pressing his lips along your jaw.

You giggled, nuzzling your head into his shoulder. "Relaxing, lit some candles, done a little reading. After my bath I got dressed and tidied up the bedroom. I turned on the radio and they were playing Christmas songs. Oh! WHAM have just brought out a new one, it's really good. Hmm, me and Lady played for a little while and she let me brush her hair. Jeeves offered to drive me to the bakery but I really wanted to walk in the snow. Get some fresh air. And now I'm here! With you!"

It was safe to say Maxwell's morning was a lot more chaotic, but he was comforted knowing that you had been relaxed while he was going through all the antics.

"Your morning sounded amazing, darling." he kissed your forehead and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You let his lips brush over your skin, fall down to your nose, and eventually take place on your own lips as he leaned his forehead against yours. You giggled, his hair falling out of place again slightly and tickling you as he kissed you. You pulled him closer, encouraging him to deepen the kiss and laced your fingers in his hair. He pulled away to catch his breath but peppered small yet passionate kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“You’re being so affectionate,” you smiled, eyes sparkling with love.

“What can I say? I like to kiss you.” Maxwell exhorted and leaned in again, pressing another kiss into your lips. This time he swiped his tongue along the plumpness of your bottom lip, begging for entry. You pulled off him and he moaned. “Whaaat?” He pouted playfully and you rolled your eyes, earnestly laughing at how cute your boyfriend was.

“We shouldn’t do this at work,” you giggled.

“Baby we’ve done a lot worse than just kissing on this sofa, if you remember.” Maxwell charmed and you felt your cheeks heat up as you nodded slowly.

"The highlight of my day though, is being here, with you." you promised.

"Yeah," Maxwell hummed. "Me too."

"I'm proud of you." you said out of the blue, putting your sandwich down and wiping your mouth. Maxwell looked at you, confused. "You've had a bad morning. But you acted so selflessly today. Everything from signing autographs in your office to kissing that old maids hand, giving Raquel less work to do and letting Emmerson be with his girlfriend. You… you surprise me everyday Max. And I fall in love with you more and more everyday."

"I remember when we first met… I would've never dreamed of doing any of this." Maxwell admitted sheepishly.

"I know, I remember," you recalled. "I fell in love with the man you were then, but I somehow think I love you even more now."

And with that, Maxwell pulled you into a kiss. The curve of his nose nudged against yours and his hands pulled you into his lap, knocking the boxes of food onto the floor as you straddled him. "I love you so much." he announced.

Maxwell rarely said I love you's. But that was okay because you knew he loved you from his actions. You knew he loved you from the small kisses he'd give you on a morning, and the way he'd pull you into a hug every evening after work. You knew he loved you from the way he'd shelter you from paparazzi and squeeze your hand tight whenever you felt overwhelmed. Actions spoke louder than words. But coming from Maxwell Lord, hearing those three words struck you like a bolt of lightning. They were just words, but they meant everything to you.

He meant everything to you.

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Cutie 2

Hawks x shy!reader

Ok, so I wanted to make a part 2 of Cutie bc a lot of people really liked it!

But I didn’t think it had any spice, so here it is!! (just fluff tho nothing more :))

no pronouns mentioned!

Warnings: kidnappings

please enjoy!

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You shuffled against your boyfriend Hawks, also known to you as Keigo, trying to get out of his grasp. But he just groaned against you. He was snuggling up against you in bed, being the little attention hog he is.

“Mmmm, babeeee don’t leave,” he held your waist tighter and nuzzled his face into your neck as your back was pressed up against his chest.

You were glad he couldn’t see your expression because of how flustered you were. “Keigo, we need to go to work.”

You wiggled a little bit more out of his grasp in order to turn and look at him. You cupped his cheek, making him hold tighter to you.

You and Keigo had been dating for a year now. And the both of you we’re so happy together.

...but no one else knew.

It was mostly for his job, but also for your safety as well.

No one in the office knew ethier, in fact Keigo acted like he didn’t even know you. But that was mainly because you asked him, you didn’t want any special treatment from him.

That being said, when you had to drop off some documents to him in his office he would give you a few quick kisses before you left. But besides that, Keigo was an amazing actor.

“Kei-”

This morning Keigo seemed particularly handsy. His hands ran circles on the sides of your waists, kissing down your neck.

“Y/n, as your boss it’s your job to stay in bed and cuddle with me.”

You gave a little giggle, “Kei, I love you a lot, but we really need to leave.”

At this, Keigo groaned.

“Lets just take off work,” he said, “I promise to make it up to you, I'll make breakfast~.”

You looked away from his face, “No Kei, p-please just let me go.” You didn’t mean to stutter, it would just come out when you were embarrassed.

But to this, Keigo just groaned, “Then stop being so damn cute. Do you realize how hard it is to stop cuddling you when you get all flustered like that?”

This just made you more flustered.

Keigo looked at the time and growled, “Damn, ok,” he said letting go of you, “you win, we should probably go.”

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You and Keigo had fingered out a system in order for you two to arrive at different times.

It was quite simple, he would fly as you took the bus.

Keigo actually told you that sometimes he wished you two would go public with your relationship so he could escort you to the office himself.

When you finally walked through the doors, you felt something hot poor down the front of your shirt.

“Y/n! I’m so sorry!”

You told your co-worker you were ok, but your clothes weren't. The coffee would probably make stains on your clothes.

“Do you just want to go home and get something?” your co worker asked. “You’ll have to ask Hawks first, but he' a good guy. I'm sure he’ll be fine with letting you go home or something.”

You nodded, making your way to Hawkses office. You gave a light knock.

“Come in.”

After you entered and he saw you, Hawks seemed very concerned, “Are you ok? Did it burn you? If it did I’m ok with you going home for the rest of the day. Lemme take a look-”

“Keigo,” you said, giggling a little. Keigo was always a little protective of you, but you thought it was adorable. “I’m fine, really, I think I have an extra sweater,” you gave him a little kiss on his cheek, “But thank you honey.”

He just chuckled, pulling you into him, “You're so cute, you know that?” The embarrassed look on your face made his smile brighten.

He gave you a small kiss, and then you left.

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If you thought your day couldn’t get worse, you were wrong.

Apparently one of your coworkers got sick, and the paperwork he needed to fill out needed to be signed by today. And for whatever reason, you got handed the job.

This was the one time Keigo wished he could use his power to make your life easier, but he knew better.

That being said, he pulled you away for a second to talk to you.

“Love bird, I’m so sorry. If I could, I would help you-”

You sighed, but smiled at him, “Kei, just go home and make something to eat. I'llI'll be home before you know it,” you ran your hand through his hair, “ok?”

He smiled and kissed your cheek, he chuckled at your flustered face, “Baby, we’ve been dating for a long while now. How are you not used to me kissing you?”

You shook your head, “J-just go home! I n-need to go to work,” but Hawks just chuckled in your ear, “Ok honey. I love you.”

You smiled, “I love you too.”

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You thought that this wouldn’t take as long as it did.

But here you are, 2 hours in and all you wanted to do was go home to Keigo and cuddle with him while eating chicken and watch bad movies.

But, you had to get this done. You just had a few more documents to get into and then you would be done.

That was until you heard a loud crash.

Now, you were all by yourself. No one else was in the building, so needless to say you were scared.

Your first thought was to call Keigo and tell him that your concerns. But you decided against that, he was probably so tired and most likely it was nothing. Something probably dropped.

So you went to investigate.

You wished you hadn’t.

When you turned the corner to check on the sound, you saw 3 villains.

They all turned to look at you, and you tried to run but one of them got to you first.

“Awww shit, I thought you said no one was going to be here,” the one who caught you said.

“No one was supposed to be,” the bigger villain said, “The agence was supposed to be empty.”

You struggled against the villains grip, but he just held you tighter.

“I wouldn’t do that. Hey, I got an idea. Lets just use this dumbass as a hostage!”

The rest of the villains agreed.

All you wanted to do was run home to Keigo, for him to comfort you and tell you everything would be ok.

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Keigo was getting worried about you.

It had been hours, and you weren’t home.

Keigo tried to calm himself by watching TV, but someone decided to call him.

He checked the caller ID to see it was his sidekick. He was confused, why was his sidekick calling him so late? He had the night off.

“Hello?”

“Hawks sir! Someone broke into the agency! And it looks like they have a hostage!”

Keigo’s mind went blank, he knew that only one person was left in the agency. You.

He quickly got his hero costume on, and was out the door under in a few minutes. He flew into the night sky, going as fast as his wings could carry him.

Keigo wouldn’t lie, he was terrified. You were his salvation, his whole world, if anything happened to you…

He shook his head, he couldn’t think about that. He just needed to get to you.

When he finally landed to assess the situation, he wanted to run in and kick the shit out of anyone who hurt you. But he strained himself, he needed to assess the information. He needed to calm down, he needed to find you and save you.

“Hawks sir!” his sidekick made his way over to him, “The coworker is still insi-”

Hawks cut him off, “I’m aware, what are you doing about it? '' his tone was cold, but he couldn’t care. You were the only thing that was important to him at that moment.

“No sir, we didn’t want to move in until you got here,” his sidekick informed.

Hawks thought for a minute “Ok, here's the plan…”

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You were so scared.

The only reason you weren’t losing your mind, was because you knew Keigo would come and save you.

But that didn’t help you calm down.

“Did you make the demands yet,” one of them asked the other two.

“Yup,” the bigger one said, “the only thing they asked for was the hostage unharmed.”

“Well, I th- AHHHHHH!”

Your head shoots up to look at your captured scream, only to see your amazing hero boyfriend instead.

Hawks quickly finished off the other villains as well, tieing them up and knocking them out.

You’ve never seen him this mad in your life, but once his eyes turned towards you, he immediately softed.

“Hey baby, it’s ok,” he quickly untied you, and as soon as he did he enveloped you in a hug. He wiped the tears off your cheeks, you didn’t even remember crying.

“I’m here dove. I’m so sorry, I-I flew as fast as I could. But it wasn’t fast enough.” He kissed your face trying to calm you down, but all you could do was cry and cling to him.

He took a deep breath, “Sweetheart, I need you to stand up ok? I need to get you checked for any cuts or… deeper wounds,” Hawks sounded down right pained, you could tell he was worried about you. You just sobbed harder.

“I-I’m O-ok, j-just wanna g-go ho-home,” Keigo messaged your back, he looked so upset. He knew that he had to get you to the paramedics first, but all he wanted to do was go home with you and cuddle you to death. Tell you everything was going to be ok, tell you he would protect you with his life.

But his logical side took over, he needed to be rational.

“Love bird, we need to get you checked. I have dinner all made and I’ll run you a nice warm bath when we get home. But you have to do this one thing for me. Ok?”

You just nodded, tears still running down your cheeks.

Hawks helped you out of the building, being as gentle as he could.

After getting you checked and having the villains arrested, Keigo took you home.

As he promised he practically did everything for you. Made you dinner, ran a nice bath, he even offered to feed you.

You could tell how badly he was feeling, “Kie r-really, I’m o-ok,” you tried to stop the nervous stutter but you couldn’t.

But Keigo still felt like his heart was bursting into a million pieces. “My love, all I want is for you to feel safe again. I don’t think I can forgive myself for this, so please just let me pamper you.”

You looked down at your feet, “Kei, really it’s not your fault-”

“But it is,” when you looked back up at him, he looked so distraught. “It is my fault, I should have stayed with you. Or at least checked up on you,” Keigo grabbed your hand, “what kind of hero would I be if I can’t even protect the one I love? I-I thought you could be hurt, and I’m so glad you wernt love bird.” His eyes were casted downwards.

He sounded so… sad.

Before he could say anything more, you leaned into him and gave him a kiss.

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When you kissed him, he felt his whole body melt into yours. The softness of it all was so tender and sweet. He leaned more into you, hungry for your love. He wanted to feel your love and warmth, he needed it. It was practically intoxicating. The way you shyly squirmed under his grasp, the way you kissed him to let him know how much you loved him.

He wanted it

But you ran out of breath, so you tried to pull away.

But Keigo wasn’t letting you, not yet.

He just needed your tenderness, your softness. Just for one second more.

But he let you go, and he took a shaky breath.

“Sorry about that honey, I probably should have let you pull away,” he said nervously.

Your face was just so cute. Your embarrassed expression, your heart achingly soft eyes, everything about you was adorable.

“It’s ok Keigo, really, I just want you to feel better,” you stroked his face, he put his hand over yours.

“I should be the one conferting you dove,” Keigo said, giving you a sad smile, “I should be your hero. I want you to feel protected and safe, and I failed.”

“Keigo, I’m still scared. But you're with me, and I know that you’ll always protect me. And,” you looked down at your feet, “Maybe I can help protect you too.” You gave him the sweetest smile that made him almost burst into tears just because of how full of love his heart was.

He pampered your face with millions of little kisses, “God dove, I’m so lucky to have you. Thank you.”

But you gave him a shy look, “o-oh, Kei,” you stuttered. “B-but I should thank you too. You amazing Keigo, I love you so much. Everyday I-” you stopped, just for a minute, “I want to be happy with you. I’m so glad that I found you, e-even though I get so shy and anxious you always make me feel loved. Do I want you to feel that way too! Because you deserve it.”

A tear slipped from Keigo’s eyes.

You quickly wiped it away, “Keigo! I’m sorry, did I say something bad? I’m sorry, I just-”

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Keigo kissed you, but this time it was more rough and passionate. Full of need and want, he wanted you, he needed you.

You kissed back harder, trying to tell him how much you wanted him too.

After dating Keigo for as long as you have, you thought you’ve seen it all with him.

But you realized you were wrong.

You had never felt him this needy.

His lips felt like they needed you to tell them how much you cared. He ran circles down your sides, cradling your body.

He pulled away, “I love you so much, my cutie.”

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swan--writes · 5 years ago

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sooo, hi I love your blog and have a request for the dew x female reader song fic with "kiss me" by ed sheeran. that's all keep writing bc it's really cool lov u

Please sir, can I have some fluff? Jk, it’s my blog. I make the rules and there are no men around here who can tell me what to do.

Sorry it’s taking so long to get through these! Love you too 😘

Words: ~760

Settle down with me…

As you often did, you startled awake with a gasp in the night.

Cover me up…

You couldn’t remember what you had dreamt about, but your eyes were wide open now.

Cuddle me in.

When you tried to sit up, you felt the soft press of an arm around your waist. For a moment, you were confused. The arm wouldn’t let you pull away, however, so you slumped back down to the mattress. You rolled over and could just barely see Dewey’s sleeping face. The dim light from the streetlamps outside allowed you to see his wavy hair resting over one of his eyes.

You shifted and his arm tightened around you. With a soft smile, you sighed and pressed yourself closer to him. In his sleep, your boyfriend let you tuck your head under his chin and wrapped his other arm around your shoulders. He even felt peaceful around you. If it was at all possible, you hunkered down even farther.

The window was cracked to let in the February air, so the room would be cold. But sheets were soft, and the comforter was warm, and Dewey was like a strawberry-scented space heater. He had finally gotten over the ‘girliness’ of your products when he felt how soft your hair was, and all you could smell was his freshly-washed hair.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved.

Gently, you kissed his collarbone, then nuzzled the skin. Though you were fairly sure he was still asleep, you felt his lips at the top of your head.

You wanna be loved.

You felt yourself drifting off again.

You wanna be loved.

Dewey had had a long week, but he knew yours had been long too. Meetings on top of projects on top of sneaky deadlines had brought you home to him on sore legs, carrying tense shoulders. He had tucked you into bed as soon as the sky went dark, practically carrying you there. Fortunately, you were too tired to really argue. Dewey gave you a cup of tea and sat with you for a while. At some point while he was reading to you, he looked over to see you were passed out. Your mouth was open and you were snoring lightly, the way you always did when you were this exhausted.

He had chuckled and shook his head. When he stood to go and shower, he thought he heard you whimper softly. Though he shrugged it off in the moment, he had rushed through his shower and barely brushed his teeth before returning to you. You hadn’t moved since he left you, and he smiled absentmindedly

I was made to keep your body warm…

A breeze blew through the cracked window and you shivered in your sleep.

But I’m cold as the wind blows…

Dewey was by your side instantly, slipping under the covers beside you and throwing an arm over your waist.

So hold me in your arms.

Immediately, you rolled onto your side and scooted back into him. With your back pressed to his chest, Dewey had kissed the top of your strawberry-scented head and closed his eyes.

It was hours before you’d startled awake in the middle of the night, but by then, Dewey was out cold. Now you were settling back in, comforted by his deep breaths. With your face pressed into his chest, you could faintly hear his heartbeat. You reached out and settled your arm over his waist, relaxing your whole body against his.

Hours later, you woke up in the same position. Dewey had turned his head, and he was now resting his cheek against the top of your head. Just moments after you opened your eyes to the morning, however, you heard his breathing change.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved.

When you lifted your head, you saw him blinking at you slowly. “Hey, lady,” he murmured, voice heavy with sleep.

You wanna be loved.

You smiled softly at him “‘Morning, Dew.”

You wanna be loved.

Dewey nudged your nose with his, and you tilted your chin just a little farther so he could kiss you. This was how your Saturday mornings went now – slow and soft and warm. There was no reason to get out of bed quite yet.

This feels like falling in love.

Though there was daylight streaming into the room, it was a cold, cloudy light.

Falling in love.

You lifted your hand from Dewey’s waist and lazily stroked the hair away from his eyes.

We’re falling in love.

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7-wonders · 5 years ago

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Ok last one, for real, you’re the owner of a small, new coffee shop. One day Duncan comes in and your new barista fucks up his order. He gets pissed because it’s been a stressful morning. In response, he starts yelling at your barista. You hear the commotion and tell him to cut that shit out. He’s like I’m a DuNcAn ShEpHeRd !!! You’re confused bc who is he and why do you care so you kick him out. He’s embarrassed but impressed with you attitude and then comes back the next day to make amends.

Duncan had not had a good morning. Between getting his ass chewed by Bill about “knowing his place”--code for Duncan not being a ‘real Shepherd’--after an unproductive board meeting, his dry cleaning not being picked up like he had instructed, and a mountain of paperwork, he was desperate to escape his office. At 10:15 on the dot he’s in the elevator and out of the building, heading straight for a new coffee shop three blocks south of his office.

He had a habit of trying out every coffee shop in the greater D.C. area. It started in his college days, where he would seek out the quietest places to study, and had evolved into a genuine hobby of his. He had his own little system for how he would rank each shop, from music to drink quality, ambiance to artwork, even down to if the shop was too hot or too cold. It’s one of his favorite ways to unwind, and he’s had his eye on this coffee shop for the last week.

From the moment he opens the door, he’s impressed. The music isn’t too upbeat, nor is it death metal (a surprising amount of locally-owned coffee shops played solely death metal music). It’s a nice mix of indie and alternative rock, with a slower Shinedown song playing quietly on the speakers. There’s large shelves with a variety of books stacked on them, encouraging patrons to borrow while they enjoy their drink, and welcoming them to take a book as long as they leave a new one in its place.

“Hi there, what can I get for you today?” The barista, a young girl who looks like she’s still a teenager, says brightly.

“Large Americano, three extra shots of espresso.”

She nods, tapping buttons on the register. “$4.15.”

Not a bad price for a large coffee with extra shots, but Duncan’s never worried too much about price. The girl’s eyes widen when he hands her his black AmEx card, looking down in an attempt not to show how surprised she is.

“Can I get a name for your order, sir?”

“Duncan.” He cringes at the fact that this actual child just referred to him as ‘sir,’ taking his card back from her and going to peruse the bookshelves.

It’s only a couple of minutes before the barista is calling out his name, Duncan being one of the only patrons in the store. He gives her a tight smile as he’s handed his drink, turning around to leave and taking a sip at the same time. Immediately, he’s coughing at the bitter taste of his coffee.

“Excuse me?” Any sort of polite attitude that he had is long gone as he slams the cup back down in front of the register. “How the fuck did you manage to screw up my order so bad?”

The smile falls off of the barista’s face, a distraught expression replacing it. “But you ordered a large Americano with extra shots--”

“Yes, and I’ve never tasted such a bitter Americano before.” His voice starts to raise. Duncan knows he shouldn’t be speaking to her like this, the girl shaking as he begins to basically yell at her. He knows it’s rude, and there’s probably a million different reasons why she might have messed up his order, but this is the cherry on top of his stressful morning. “Jesus Christ, did you make this solely with fucking espresso and nothing else?”

The door separating the kitchen from the cafe swings open. You storm out, the anger palpable on your face as you stand next to your barista. Your barista, a 16-year-old named Deirdre who worked mornings before she went to school (she had an open first block), is on the verge of tears. You had been eavesdropping with every intention of letting her handle it herself, but once this customer started yelling, all bets were off.

“Hi,” you say tersely, “any reason why you’re yelling at my barista?”

“Your barista, if you can even call her that, managed to make the worst Americano I’ve ever had.”

You turn towards Deirdre. “What happened?”

“I-I might have put a-an extra shot in his drink, I don’t know! He had gotten three extra shots, and I was distracted with an online order coming in, and I’m so sorry--”

“Hey, go into the back and cool down, okay? You’re fine.” She nods, disappearing into the kitchen before she actually starts crying in front of this customer.

“You’re not going to do anything?” he asks in disbelief.

“Oh no, I am. Who the hell do you think you are to come in here, yelling and cursing at a sixteen-year-old who made a simple mistake? Did nobody teach you manners or common decency growing up?”

“What gives you the right to talk to me like this?”

“The fact that I own this coffee shop, that’s what. Which means, as owner, that I can refuse service to anyone.” You point at the door. “Get out.”

“I’m Duncan Shepherd, you can’t just kick me out!” He phrases it like you should immediately be apologizing and begging for forgiveness, but you’ve never heard that name in your life.

“Cool, and I’m (Y/N). Now get out of my shop before I call the police and have you banned from the premises.”

The man--Duncan--clenches his jaw before huffing out of your shop without another word. You sigh in relief, leaning back against the counter before calling another barista up to cover the front while you go to check on Deirdre.

The moment that Duncan leaves, he’s rife with embarrassment. He doesn’t know what came over him, and he feels like an ass. He’s never done something like that, and it honestly made him feel a bit like his Uncle Bill. He’s also mildly impressed with the owner, (Y/N). She kicked him out without a second thought, showing no recognition towards his name and not caring in the slightest whether he was important, just that he was verbally assaulting (yes, that’s what it was, no matter how much he hated to admit it) one of her employees.

When you’re doing inventory the next day, the bell chiming as someone opens the door propels you to the front of the house. Your barista’s on his lunch break right now, and there’s a half an hour until your other barista arrives for the afternoon shift and you can go home and get some rest. Your “customer service” face disappears when you see that it is no customer, but the man who you kicked out yesterday.

“I thought I told you to leave?” You give him your best glare, but it’s hard when years of customer service work has trained you to always be friendly.

“That was yesterday,” he attempts a joke, but you just raise your eyebrows as if to say that it’s not funny. “Um, I just came by to apologize. Not only to you, but to the barista that worked yesterday. There’s no excuse for how I reacted, and I’ve beat myself up about it since then. I’m truly sorry, and I’ll come by and apologize to the barista too, if you can tell me when she works again.”

You cross your arms, staring at him for a long moment before nodding. “Thank you for apologizing, I appreciate that. Deirdre works again tomorrow, same shift, if you’d like to come by again.”

“Thank you so much, (Y/N).” You’re a little shocked that he remembered your name, and it must have shown on your face. “I’m pretty good with names, especially when they’re attached to such a pretty face.”

You narrow your eyes, but the flustered look on your face proves that his flirtatious attitude got to you. “Get out of here before I kick you out again.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” he calls before leaving, the door swinging closed behind him and leaving you with a racing heart and heated cheeks.

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merlinhurricane · 5 years ago

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Oo! I finally got a prompt idea! first I was thinking a basic coffee shop au for shiniida (since you made me ship them) but then I thought iida probably wouldn’t work in a coffee shop (“somethin somethin *waves hand around* coffee health somethin”) so he probably ACTUALLY works in one of those juice places that are all natural and put kale in your drinks and sleep deprived shinsou stumbled inside and asked for a black coffee and couldn’t understand why the cute barista was giving him that look

oooooh, yes!! thank you, luv. please keep em coming!!

(tags: shiniida, college au, no quirks au, swearing, iida is no mere barista—he’s a fckin Manager check yoself, multiple POVs bc i Can’t Not)

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Hitoshi didn’t understand what was happening. Why was this man staring at him like he had a third head? Second head, whatever. Jesus, he was tired.

“Sir, we don’t serve coffee,” came the insistent voice behind the counter.

“Why the fuck not?” Hitoshi’s glared blearily at him, eyes burning. What kind of place didn’t serve coffee? Especially a place called “Pep Up”. What was peppier than fucking coffee?

His outrage and confusion must have shown in his eyes because the hapless employee rattled off an explanation about natural and organic juices and healthy body supplements. Hitoshi didn’t need any of that. Rubbing his temples and trying to get the world to come into better focus, he groaned. “Okay, you’re my last resort. Can you just, like, talk to your manager and see if you can rustle up some caffeine for me? I’ll pay extra. Please,” he begged. The prospect of walking further away from campus in search of actual coffee was a daunting one.

“I am the manager.” The man before him affirmed. “And I can assure you we do not have anything caffeinated. Not only does caffeine create a mild dependancy but it is also a diuretic and can have lasting consequences if imbibed on a daily basis.”

“Mm-hm, delicious consequences,” Hitoshi murmured, causing the manager to stiffen in what Hitoshi assumed was disapproval.

“Indeed.” The manager sighed. “I suspect more than caffeine or any kind of energy supplement—” Hitoshi brightened at the word “energy”—“you simply need sleep.”

Hitoshi forced out a hollow laugh and attempted once more to bring the broad shop manager into focus. The lights in here were too harsh, the colors too bright. He should have known it wasn’t a coffee shop. Just about ready to give up on this place and try elsewhere, he turned toward the door.

Somewhere between the decision to leave and the execution, however, there was a disconnect. Instead, he found himself staring at a display right next to the door. It was full of oddly shaped bottles in an eye-searing shade of orange. He suspected he would’ve stayed in that exact spot for even longer if something cold hadn’t been pressed into his hand, nearly giving him a heart attack.

“Wha?” He instinctively shoved away the cold, despite it actually being a bit of a relief to his warm, probably dehydrated skin.

To his surprise the cold lingered, along with an amused huff of air against his cheek. Hitoshi looked up to see Mr. Manager. Dear god, he was pretty. Shoulders for miles, square jaw, baby blues, an undercut—he would have been too overtly gorgeous for Hitoshi to even consider if it weren’t for the glasses (he had a weakness for them) softening his look and the fact that the guy was literally holding Hitoshi’s hand wrapped around a plastic cup of smoothie to keep him from dropping it. “Uhh.”

The smoothie was bright green. Why did everything have to be so bright?

“Kale-kiwi mix.” The manager explained, dropping his hand once he was sure Hitoshi had a good grasp of the thing. “With some other stuff. It’ll help you sleep.”

Hitoshi snorted. Sure, this guy was hot, but Ryan friggin Gosling could’ve handed him this smoothie, and he still would’ve been skeptical about the results. Still... “How much do I owe you?”

The man smiled, a sharp, bright slice of white in his ridiculously handsome face. Oh no. “Free of charge. That’s not even on the menu, so it doesn’t have a price. Just, do me a favor and recycle the cup, okay?” He paused for a moment, mouth curling into an enchanting moue of consideration. Oh no. “Maybe after you get some sleep.”

Dazed, exhausted, and utterly smitten, Hitoshi nodded and wobbled out the door into the night, sipping on his definitely-not-coffee.

***

Hitoshi made it home...somehow. He remembered the streetlights stringing long squiggling tails of illumination across his vision, and that was his Stage 3 sleep deprivation indicator. He was sincerely lucky he hadn’t passed out on the walk back to his place.

On the counter sat his nearly finished smoothie. It had been surprisingly tasty, though the thickness made it feel necessary to drink water before he brushed his teeth and collapsed into bed. He was feeling surprisingly well-rested. At least, he assumed this is what “well-rested” felt like, since he couldn’t recall ever experiencing it before.

Snorting at his sardonic thoughts, he moved to throw away the cup before remembering what the hot manager had said. Technically, he didn’t have to acquiesce to his request—Hitoshi didn’t even have a recycling bin in his apartment. Still, the guy had put up with Hitoshi at Stage 3 and hadn’t even charged him for the damn drink. The least he could do was not fuck up the earth with one damn plastic cup.

Campus probably had some recycling bins, and he had to hit the library to finish his project anyway. Tucking the near-empty cup into the elastic cupholder on his bag, he began the trek to campus.

About halfway there, he realized he’d forgotten to make cis morning coffee. Him. Forgetting coffee. What was the world coming to?

Already mourning the lack of caffeine buzz he’d have later, he stopped in front of the library bins. A list of accepted recyclables and their corresponding numbers wwas posted above the special recycling receptacle. Sighing, Hitoshi pulled out the smoothie cup and checked the bottom for a number, then immediately got distracted.

On the bottom of the cup, written in fine black sharpie was a phone number along with “Pep Up and call me. :)”

***

Tenya had evening shift again, and as he walked in that afternoon, he couldn’t help but be apprehensive. It had been a long time since he’d given out his number, and the few times he had done it this way in the past year, none had used it. Whether that was because they were heathens who didn’t recycle or check the recycling number before they did or if they simply weren’t interested, he didn—couldn’t know. And that was the way he liked it.

The stunned and exhausted man from yesterday had caught his eye first because he was acting...odd. Tenya had watched him standing outside the glass double doors, staring up at the shop’s sign as if it was the best thing he’d ever seen. As if it were a candle and he were the moth. When he’d finally gotten inside, he’d continued to watch as the man’s eyes flitted around the room, intelligence and exhaustion shining there in roughly equal measure. He was built like a rock-climber—slim, tall, long arms and legs, and a bit hungry-looking. Tenya had a history with that look. Tenya would be willing to rewrite history for that look.

Going by the bulging bag and air of stress coming off him in waves, he was likely a student at the local university. When he finally approached the counter, Tenya met a set of pale, violet eyes and lost his train of thought entirely. Thankfully, the man was definitely too out-of-it to notice. He smelled like a combination of moss and coffee, so it was no surprise that he was looking to obtain some of the latter.

Despite his clearly tired state and the shortness of the conversation, he’d managed to make Tenya laugh more than once. What would he be like when he was firing on all cylinders? Tenya wanted to find out.

“You’re a cheeky bastard, aren’t you?” A voice shook him from his reverie, drawing his gaze to the front doors, propped open at the moment to let in both the afternoon breeze and the very man who had been occupying Tenya’s thoughts. A pity his words weren’t more...encouraging, though. He sighed.

The man was shaking a grimy plastic cup in his fist even as he walked up to the counter to confront Tenya. He was amused to see that the guy’s hair stood on end just as much now as it had when he’d first appeared in the shop—which was mostly empty right now, thankfully. He was manning the counter while the current barista was on break. He met those lovely, startling eyes head-on. Time to get this over with then. “I apologize for having offended you.” Why couldn’t he have just ignored his advance and moved on like everyone else? Tenya thought sourly.

“The only thing I’m offended by is your lack of faith in me.” The man’s face was still adorned with dark smears beneath his eyes that nearly matched the irises in color, but his face was more mobile, his voice and gestures more lively. “Telling me to sleep before attempting to throw something away doesn’t show a lot of confidence in my cognitive abilities. Kind of a slap in the face.”

Tenya knew the feeling. “And yet here you are, presumably having slept and still holding a dirty cup,” he commented, voice dry and throat drier. Had he not seen the number then? “You do know you’re supposed to wash them before recycling, right?”

“Who has time for that?” He complained.

“Who carries an empty cup around with them all day just for the sake of argument?” Tenya countered.

The man was just as quick to respond. “Who writes their number on the bottom of the cup? How’s that strategy been working out for you?”

Tenya remained silent for a moment. So he’d definitely seen the number. “...what is this about?”

“Mostly wanted to apologize for probably acting crazy last night. And to thank you. For this.” He held up the cup. It was still frustratingly unclear whether he meant the drink or the number.

Tenya took a chance. “You could’ve just called me.”

He was rewarded with a crooked smile. “Truth be told, I also wanted to make sure I hadn’t hallucinated you.” He leaned against the counter. “You seem like the kind of guy that only exists in my imagination.”

Tenya flushed and looked away to hide how pleased he was. “You’re ridiculous.”

The man just grinned wider and bent over the counter to read his name tag. “Tenya, huh? I’m Hitoshi. Can I buy you a drink?”

—End—

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#shiniida #shinsou hitoshi #iida tenya #ficlet #bnha #one shot #my hero academia #will probably post this to ao3 as wwell bc i like it???#thefrailtyofgenius #taryo88 #my writing

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redgillan · 6 years ago

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Missed Chances - part 2

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: 13 Going on 30!AU - Steve Rogers is crazy about you, but he’s afraid his feelings are only one sided and being one of your best friends, he doesn’t want to ruin your friendship… On his 13th birthday, he makes a wish and wakes up in the body of his 30 year old self. The problem is, you’re no longer a part of his life.

Word Count: 3,845

Warnings: Language, Nudity, Implied Sexual Content, Implied Drug Use, Cliffhanger

A/N: This is so long, I’m sorry. I tried to make the descriptions fun, but idk. I added a few pics bc it was too beautiful. It took me a while to write this chapter, but I had so much research to do for this fic... yikes. I really hope you’ll like this chapter, I worked so hard on it.

Missed Chances - Masterpage

Steve woke up with a migraine, the mattress soft beneath him. His mother must have carried him up and tucked him in while he was asleep because he sure as hell wasn’t lying on the basement floor.

Soft silky sheets brushed against his naked skin and his brows immediately furrowed. He always wore pyjamas.

He tried to sit up, but soon realised that there was a weight on his left shoulder. He looked down at it and saw a mop of tousled light brown hair resting on his chest.

A woman!

His first reaction was to roll to the other side of the bed where he ended up face-to-face with another woman. A strangled cry escaped his throat, making the two women whine in their sleep.

“Mornin, daddy,” the one on his left slurred, her hand trailing up his thigh.

“Did you just call me daddy?” he asked. His voice was so low, he must have caught a cold during his birthday party.

“Isn’t that what you want, daddy?” she whispered into his ear, her hand cupping his groin.

He shirked and scrambled off the bed, taking the silky sheet with him. The two naked women sat up, concerned looks on their faces.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re naked!” Steve wrapped the sheet around his hips and gestured in their direction with his free hand.

Why did he feel like he was standing on a stepladder? His head was spinning, the room was spinning, too. He had to get out of here.

He looked around the darkened room and yelled, “MOM!”

A look of mild panic crossed the brunette’s face. She picked up her discarded dress and slipped it on. The second woman apparently had the same idea and together they quickly collected their things before they rushed out of the room.

“Wait!” Steve yelled, fumbling with the sheet as he tried to follow them.

He tripped over the trailing sheet and fell face-first onto the soft rug, accompanied by a muffled ‘oof A soft, vibrating sound made him raise his head and he watched in speechless awe as the natural light began to pour into the bedroom.

The room was large, yet simple. There was a King size bed facing floor-to-ceiling windows, offering one of the most impressive views of New York City Steve had ever seen.

Decorative pillows had been thrown to the foot of the bed. One of them even landed on a teardrop shaped settee near the door.

“Good morning, Mr Rogers,” said a sweet feminine voice with an Irish accent. Her voice seemed to come from the ceiling.

Startled, Steve sat on the floor and tugged the sheet around him while looking suspiciously around the room.

“The cook is in the elevator, he should be here any second,” the voice continued. “I’ll start the shower now. Would you like me to turn on some music?”

He had so many questions, but he couldn’t decide which one to ask first so he went with the most obvious one. “Where are you right now?”

The voice sighed. “As I’ve explained before, I’m F.R.I.D.A.Y, an artificial intelligence created by Stark Inc. I’m connected to all the devices around your apartments, including your personal and work phones and computers.”

He sat on the bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to make sense of what happened. He cleared his throat, hoping to get rid of that ridiculously low voice.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, I think you have the wrong Rogers. I don’t know how I ended up in this apartment, or in New York, but I’ll give you my mom’s numb-”

“I’ll ask the cook to add pain killers with your breakfast,” she cut him off, sounding amused. “Perhaps you should lay off the Norwegian liquor for awhile.”

Steve was scared to leave the room, not knowing what he’d find behind the door. He didn’t want to run into the owner, Mr Rogers.

As promised, F.R.I.D.A.Y turned on the shower and, remembering the two naked ladies in his bed, he figured he could use one.

He walked to the windows and marvelled at the view for a moment. He lived in Port Chester and rarely visited the city. On second thought, it wasn’t so bad. At least now he had a funny story to tell Bucky.

He followed the sound of running water and opened the door that led to the bathroom.

The bathroom was equally luxurious with its inlaid stone rain shower that could easily fit eight people. There was also a long vanity with double sinks and a mirror facing the shower.

Mouth agape, Steve let the sheet drop and padded to the shower.

As he passed the mirror, he caught a glimpse of a naked man and threw himself to the floor. He slowly peeked over the vanity, an excuse ready on his lips, but he realized it was just a mirror.

Frowning, he lifted his head a little and let out a small gasp as he stared at himself in the mirror.

“Oh, my god,” he swore, straightened up to his full height, “It’s me, I’m... hot!”

He didn’t look sickly anymore; he was strong and muscular and at least a foot taller. His hair was a darker shade of blond and slightly longer, too. He had a full beard and stared at it for a full minute. He’d always wondered if he’d ever grow facial hair.

“What’s happening?” he said, staring at his reflection.

He ran a hand through his hair, combing it back from his forehead. His hair seemed to naturally fall back into place, like he’d done this gesture so many times that his hair knew exactly where to go.

Yesterday was his thirteenth birthday party and today he woke up looking like a thirty-year-old man. How was it possible?

Oh, the birthday party....

I want to be an adult. I want to be thirty, I want to find love.

“No,” Steve drawled out, disbelief lacing his voice. “That’s so cool!”

It seemed completely crazy, but there was no other explanation.

He took a step back and checked himself out in the mirror. His body was, for lack of a better word, impressive. Wide shoulders, broad chest, tiny waist, massive arms and thighs...

“Tattoos?” he whined, inspecting his body closely. He had one on his left shoulder, a quote under his clavicle and another one on the right side of his chest. “Mom’s gonna kill me!”

The shower was already running, the steam fogging up the mirror. He stepped into the shower, his eyes focused on his blurry reflection.

Showering was a strange experience. He ran his hands over the hard planes of his broad chest and tight abs, discovering this new body more intimately.

His breathing hitched and he felt himself growing hard. Chancing a glance down, he saw the evidence of his arousal sticking up straight from his body. Then, suddenly, the water turned ice cold and he hurriedly leapt out of the shower stall.

“What the hell?”

“You always end your morning shower with a blast of cold water,” the A.I replied. “It increases alertness and closes up the pores.”

“Yeah? Let’s not do that again.”

“Very well, sir.”

“You can call me Steve,” he said, wrapping himself in a fluffy towel. “So, um, I live here?”

“Yes, Steve, 45 East 22nd Street, apartment 60FL. Is there anything else you need?”

“Clothes?” he replied with a shy grimace.

Following F.R.I.D.A.Y’s direction, he took a deep breath before he opened the bedroom door. He was scared to run into someone, even though the A.I. had informed him that it was just him and the cook.

He entered the walk-in closet tentatively and gasped when F.R.I.D.A.Y. turned on the lights. It was twice the size of his bedroom, with a round sofa in the middle of the room and a small staircase that led to another closet with mirrored sliding doors.

Suits, shirts, trousers, jeans, shoes; there were enough items for him to open his own store. He took his time and tried on several outfits before he found the perfect one.

“Steve,” the A.I. interrupted, “Your morning coffee has just finished brewing. Breakfast is served. I should also remind you that Mr Rumlow will be expecting you in the hall at 8 a.m.”

“Brock?” Steve squealed, suddenly excited to see a familiar face. “I’m still friends with Brock! That’s awesome!”

“Indeed, it is,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied in a monotonous voice. “Are you sober enough to find the dining room?”

He bashfully told her he had no idea where the dining room was and she provided directions again. She sounded like a real person: annoyed, sassy, amused... It was strange to think she was just a voice in the wall.

What Steve had seen so far was nothing compared to the living-slash-dining room. It looked like a page out of a magazine.

There was a large and modern dining room table for formal meals that led to a windowed eat-in kitchen with marble countertops and custom-designed cabinetry.

The living room was spacious and bright, decorated with modern artworks and furnishings. Thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows, he had a 360-degree view of New York City, looking over the borough of Brooklyn.

“I could get used to that,” Steve whispered to himself.

He sat at the breakfast nook and glared at the tray of food in front of him. His breakfast consisted of a green concoction in a tall glass, a slice of grapefruit and a bowl of sliced bananas in plain yogurt. He poked the grapefruit with his spoon and screwed his face up in disgust.

“Um, ma’am,” he spoke, looking up at the ceiling. “Do you have cereal?”

“You cut out sugar from your diet,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied.

“That sucks!”

He ate a few spoonfuls of yogurt before he pushed the tray away. It was almost time to meet Brock downstairs so he took the elevator down to the lobby, excited to see his friend.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” a voice startled him as he stepped into the lobby.

A man, most likely in his thirties, stared down at him, incredulous. His black hair was short and styled with gel and he wore a perfectly tailored beige suit with no tie.

Steve looked down at his own clothes and frowned. He was wearing a pair of jeans with a matching jacket and a light blue shirt.

He really liked this look and it was really popular, especially after the American Music Award where Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears showed up wearing matching denim outfits.

“Denim-on-denim?” Brock said with a smirk. “Trying to bring sexy back?”

Steve cocked his head to one side. Was that a reference to something? He had no idea. “Brock? That’s really you? Whoa, you’re old!”

Rolling his eyes, Brock turned on his heel. “Fuck off, Rogers.”

Brock was on his phone when the doorman opened the door for him. Steve trailed after Brock like a lost puppy and greeted the man at the door with a polite smile. The man looked at him incredulously before his face broke into a similar friendly smile.

“Where are we going?” Steve asked as they walked to the car parked in front of the building.

“Work, dude.”

“We work together?” Steve said excitedly. “That’s awesome! Okay, what do we do?”

Brock threw him a side glance. “I knew I should have stayed last night. The party must have been wild, you look so stoned. What’d take? Cocaine? Heroin? Meth?”

“What?! No, I don’t do drugs,” Steve objected.

“Yeah, right,” Brock scoffed, “me neither.”

It only took fifteen minutes to go from his apartment to his workplace in the garment district of Manhattan. Steve looked out the tinted window as the chauffeur pulled to the curb before a large mirrored-glass building.

His bodyguard opened the door and Steve slowly climbed out of the car, his eyes widening when he saw a plaque above the double doors that read ‘STEVE ROGERS HEADQUARTERS NYC’.

“Nice outfit, sir,” his bodyguard said, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

“Thanks,” Steve replied, still flabbergasted.

Brock rounded the vehicle and pulled Steve aside. When Steve continued to look around in wonder, Brock grabbed his shoulders and shook him once.

“Man, you gotta pull yourself together,” he whisper-shouted. “You’re a fucking fashion designer. You can’t enter this building looking like Justin fucking Timberlake on Prozac.”

Brock glanced around to make sure no one was listening and spotted paparazzi on the opposite side of the road. He moved in front of Steve to block their view.

“Here’s what you gonna do,” he continued. “You’re going to enter this building, drink a large fucking coffee and lock yourself in your office. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything, but you owe me big fucking time.”

Steve gave him a hard look. “You say the F-word like a lot.”

Brock sighed, his eyes never leaving Steve’s face. “Man, I don’t know what you took, but next time I want in.” He pulled him into a hug and patted his back. “Stay hydrated, ‘k?”

They entered the building together. There were a lot of people in the atrium; tall, skinny models who turned their heads when they recognized Steve and employees who watched him with a mixture of fright and admiration.

They seemed to move out of his way like he was Moses parting the Red Sea. Steve was too speechless and confused to focus on them. They took the private elevator and stood in silence while the elevator made its long ascent.

“I’m a fashion designer,” Steve spoke quietly, mostly to himself.

“Yup,” Brock mumbled as he pulled out his phone and started typing a text message. “Time’s person of the year in 2012 and 2017, youngest billionaire in the world and the wet of every boys and girls on this fucking planet.”

“I must be dreaming,” Steve said slowly as he processed what Brock had just said. “Ow!” he cried when he pinched the tender skin on his neck.

“Not dreaming,” he said, “now let’s go.”

Brock walked over to a woman with long golden hair. He leaned in and whispered something into her ear. She gave him a thumbs-up and turned to Steve with a bright smile.

“Oh, my God,” Steve cringed, looking for a place to hide. His employees were busy looking busy and didn’t pay attention to them.

Brock and the woman walked back to him. “Wanda’s gonna take care of you.”

Steve took Brock aside and explained that he woke up next to this Wanda girl just a few hours ago. Brock laughed and called Steve a ‘fucking stereotype’ before he headed toward his own office. Steve turned back to Wanda with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry about earlier,” he said. “So, um, who are you again?”

“Wanda Maximoff, your assistant for the past two years,” she replied with a frown. “You really scared us this morning. Mr Rumlow said you weren’t feeling well.”

Steve replied with a casual shrug while she led him to his office. She informed him that Brock had already transferred the files he needed for the meetings and that he was free for the rest of the day.

“Clint will drive you home when you’re ready, sir.”

“Ok, cool,” he replied.

Involuntarily, she let out a loud laugh as the words passed his lips. He was always so professional and stern, definitely not the kind of boss who treated their employees like family members.

But when he was not at work, he was completely different.

Wanda had run into him in a very select bar the night before. He had danced with her, offered her fruity cocktails and she had really liked the attention. When he invited her and her friend over to his apartment, they eagerly accepted the invitation.

“Oh, by the way,” she turned back to him and handed him his personal phone, “I took your phone by mistake this morning.”

“Oh.” He looked down at the rectangular device in his hand.

She left the room, closing the double doors behind her. Steve plopped down on one of the sofas in his office and took a good look around the room. One thing was for sure, his 30 year-old self was a materialistic person.

His office was a mess, which was strange since his apartment was absolutely spotless.

There were mannequins everywhere, sketches and pieces of fabric clipped onto wooden boards for future reference. He also had a large collection of fashion magazines, sharpies, pencils, erasers, rulers and sketch pads.

He sat in the comfortable leather chair at his desk and flipped through various files. He soon realized that work was his whole life and that he probably spent more time in his office than at home.

Steve loved to draw; it was his safe place. His mother didn’t make enough money to buy him GI Joe dolls or remote controlled cars, but she always came home with pens and scraps of paper stuffed in her bag.

He was looking at some of his drawings when an alarm on his phone went off. He had never owned a phone before, but Bucky’s mother had one –a Nokia 3310- and it didn’t look like this one at all. He managed to turn the alarm off and read the reminder.

Chez Francis, 8PM

The computer on his desk was a lot thinner than what he used to use at the public library, but he recognized the Apple logo. He was relieved to see that Google was still a thing and after a quick search, he found the restaurant located in Greenwich Village.

Since he was technically allowed to leave, he asked his chauffeur-slash-bodyguard to drive him home. Clint was a quiet guy. He seemed nice, though a bit on the scary side.

Steve learned that he owned ten apartments in the tower; the penthouse, the first five floors, which were for his employees, and four others for his guests.

Like Uncle Scrooge, Steve was swimming in money.

But something was missing.

No one had mentioned his mom, you or Bucky and it was starting to stress him out. Plus, now, he had a dinner date with a mysterious guest. He could have bailed on them, but his mother had raised him better than that.

He arrived at the restaurant with ten minutes to spare and decided to stay outside while he waited for his guest. It seemed like a lovely place; French food, but not too pretentious. He hazarded a glance inside, but the lights were dimmed.

French food and dimmed lights? This wasn’t a casual evening, it was a date. A wave of nausea hit him and for a second he thought he might throw up. If he had a girlfriend, then he was the world’s shittiest boyfriend.

He woke up that morning with two naked women, neither of them seemed to be his partner. As a kid, he’d promised himself he’d treat his partners with respect, especially after his father left his mother for another woman.

His mother was his hero, but as far as he was concerned, his father could rot in hell.

Outside the sun had set and there was a distinct chill in the air. Steve tightened his coat around himself and looked around. There was a man, not far away, busy typing away on his phone.

He was tall, probably in his late twenties, and dressed smart casual. His shoulder length hair was tied up in a bun and he was wearing a long coat above a navy blue shirt.

“Bucky?!” Steve exclaimed, recognizing his best friend.

The man looked up from his phone with a frown and met Steve’s eyes. Steve’s face split into a wide smile as he walked over to him.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he said, pulling him into a hug. Bucky’s body was stiff, but Steve was too happy to notice that. “Look at us, all grown up and stuff!”

Bucky didn’t say a word, he pulled back quickly and smiled tightly at Steve who was still beaming.

“The craziest thing happened to me today,” Steve continued, undeterred. “You’re not going to believe this. When I woke up th-”

“I’m so sorry I’m late. It’s rush hour, I had to fight my way into the train,” you said breathlessly. You had seen someone with Bucky, but you only realized who it was when you turned to him. “Steve?”

“Hi,” Steve replied, looking down at his shoes.

The last time he’d seen you, you had run away after Brock asked you if you wanted to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Steve. You had broken his heart that day. It might have been 17 years ago, but, to Steve, it was only yesterday.

“Are we waiting for someone else?” he asked.

Your eyes widened. “We?”

You and Bucky shared a look, the two of you had become masters in the art of silent communication. Bucky curled his arm around your waist and tucked you against his side. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed.

What?

No...

“Steve,” Bucky said after clearing his throat. “I don’t know who you’re meeting here, but it’s not us. We,” he paused briefly, “we haven’t seen you since high school.”

That comment made Steve’s head snap up. “High school? We’re not friends anymore?”

You were taken aback by his tone. It was pleading, almost childlike and it made your chest tighten. You had to remind yourself that this man, as nice as he was trying to be, wasn’t the sweet kid you used to know.

He was a celebrity, a billionaire and women threw themselves at his feet. He lived a scandalous life. He wasn’t your Steve.

A pretty blonde with long legs and a perfect white smile came up to them and kissed Steve on the cheek. She turned to you and Bucky and greeted you with a cheerful ‘hello’.

“Looks like you found your date,” Bucky told him watching you shake the blonde’s hand.

Steve caught the gleam of the solitaire on your ring finger. Caught off guard, he stared at you with a wounded look on his face. Bucky tightened his arm around your waist.

“You’re married.”

“Engaged,” you corrected, smiling at his date when she grabbed your hand and took a closer look at your engagement ring. She commented on how beautiful the ring was and you agreed, turning your head to smile at Bucky.

He shook his head, bashful, and kissed your temple. Steve was frozen, unable to look away and unable to close his eyes. His whole world came crashing down around him.

“We should go,” Bucky whispered into your ear as he linked his fingers with yours. He straightened up to look at Steve and his date. “It was nice seeing you. Enjoy your evening.”

“Likewise,” the woman said with a smile. “And congratulations.”

Steve cleared his throat. “Yes, congratulations.”

He watched you and Bucky enter the restaurant. A myriad of emotions washed over his face, none of them pleasant.

Be careful what you wish for...

Part 3

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mysmeshc · 7 years ago

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omg i'm so excited for this request less DO this MC Accidentally Hurts Herself Yoosung - Yoosung ALWAYS cooks for you - And you LOVED it!! He was so sweet - but you wanted to cook for him too! - You, being a smartie, decided to make one of his faves, Omurice!! - It's just an omelette on rice, right? how hard can that be?? - o h l o r d - the rice took forever and you went through six eggs trying to make the perfect omelette - F I N A L L Y you get it - All this needs is a touch of green onion and- - MOTHER FU- - Your finger got sliced pretty good, blood dropping onto the cutting board. - You were cleaning up when you heard the door open - "Hey sweetheart! I'm ho- MC!!" - You hadn't noticed you were crying until your loving boyfriend wiped your tears. - "OhmygodMCwhathappened??" - he always spoke quickly when he was nervous - "I-I cut myself trying to make you Omurice because I know it's your favorite..." - Yoosung whined like a puppy, seeing the dish sitting there, still steaming hot. - "Let's get you cleaned up." He grabbed the first aid kit, tenderly wrapping some gauze around the wound and finally planting a healing kiss on it. - "There! All better!" - He smiled at you and you made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the now warm meal. - His eyes lit up and he bounced on his chair. - "MC this looks so tasty I can't wait to try it!" - Yoosung was drooling, grabbing the fork from your hand and digging in, take a bit about as big as his head. - His eyes rolled back and he moaned, chewing his food slowly, as if to save the flavor. - "MC, this is the best food I've ever had! But..." - but - but what??? - "What's wrong Yoosung?" - "I want you to take a cooking safety class with me! that way I can eat your food without worrying about your safety..." - Awe you're adorable lil puppy - You gave him a chaste kiss - "Of course, Yoosungie~" Zen - Zen is very athletic - More than the average person - So OFC you were intimidated when he asked you to go on a bike ride. - "Come on babe! Some exercise with my favorite girl in the world?? Don't make me pass this up." - Cue puppy dog eyes - Oh no - You are WEAKLESS - ". . . Okay, Zenny." You gave in. Of course you did! You loved this man. - "Yes babe you're the best!!" Zen spun you around. - but ohohoho u had no idea what you got yourself into when he takes you to the trail you were supposed to """ride""" - more like FALL DOWN THE INCLINE WAS LIKE PERPENDICULAR TO THE GROUND U WERE ON. - Before you could voice your concern Zen already took off - Your pride and ego were louder than your sense of judgement so you bolted after him. - u screamed. - very much. - But you actually got down okay!!! - Now the path was scenic and only a slight downhill incline. - "Zen look at the pretty birds!!" - what you didn't see was the pretty rock that was right in your path. - The next thing you know u went face first into the gravel road. - "MC" Zen gripped the breaks so hard and flew off his bike, running up to you. - "Oh my god MC are you okay?" He lifted your face up and his own went white(r that usual) at the sight of the large gash on your eyebrow, the blood dripping down into your cheek. - "Ah I'm okay Zen, my head just hurts..." you reached up to pat the pained spot but froze when your fingers met wet and sticky skin - "Uh oh... is it bad?" - Zen was still pale, but came to his senses and waved you off - "Pshh its... fine!! honestly you can't even tell-" - "Zen you're awful and lying." you giggled nervously. - bc having a gash on your forehead meant that you were Incapable of Any Task Due to Mass Injury™ he would carry you to the nearest first aid station - the guy working there jumped when he saw you, asking if you got knifed to the face - "no sir i just can't ride a bike." - he patched you up as Zen apologized every five seconds. - "Just kiss it better and I'll forgive you." - Zen smiled, and kissed the bandages on your forehead. - You two only rode tandem bikes now, with you in the back. Jaehee - You hadn't slept well the night before but duty called at the cafe. - You opened the cafe for today and you had to be cheerful and bright to start people off with a good morning. - Jaehee met you there at 4:30 am since the store opened at 5 and you had to set everything up. - You were pouring your own cup of coffee when your eyes began to drift shut. - Mmmm. Coffee smells so go- - HOT!! HOT!! CALIENTE!!! - You jerked your hand back as you had poured too much, but that just caused the cup to spill more coffee on the effected hand. - you yelled in pain as you sprinted to the sink, cold water cooling down the now blistering skin. - "MC!! Is everything-" Jaehee scrambled in until she saw your hand. She yelled, running to find the first aid kit. - You sat down with her, tears threatening to fall from the throbbing pain in your left hand. - "It's okay MC. I'm going to put some cooling cream and wrap this up. You must be more careful in the future. . ." You sighed out of approval when she placed the cooling cream on, instant relief washing over you. - "I'm sorry Jaehee, I didn't sleep well at all last night and I wasn't focusing." - "MC you should have told me, I could've easily opened up the shop on my own had I been made aware!" She scolded you lovingly. - "I'm sorry... I just didn't want to dissapointed you..." - oh no MC - ur sad face is killing Jaehee - "You could never dissapoint me." Jaehee smiled, pressing her lips to the now wrapped hand. - You two decided to close the shop and catch up on lost sleep together. Jumin - You were watching TV when the door opened behind you. - Knowing exactly who the "intruder" was you smiled gleefully, standing up from your spot and turning around. - Just as you expected, your giraffe of a husband was standing the doorway, his suitcase placed the table and his eyes looking back up to you. - "Come here, kitten" His arms widened as a relieved smile painted his features. - "Jumin!!" You bounded towards him, about to jump into his arms when your foot met one of Elizabeth's toys that she had forgotten there. - It all happened in slow motion for Jumin as he bounded foreword, just barely catching you before you fell. - "MC!! Oh my God!" - You looked up at him with big, teary eyes and a pouty face. - u had never been so embarrassed in your LIFE - Jumin felt his heartbreaking into a million pieces bc of how painfully adorable you looked. - "Hey, it's okay! I-I'll have a chat with Elizabeth about leaving her things just anywhere." - He stood you up and you immediately winced, lifting your foot off the ground. - "Ah!" you grimaced, Jumin once again placing his arms around you. - "My dear, what's-" He looked down to the foot you lifted, noticing the ankle already starting to swell and turn purple. - "It's okay, I just need to rest it and some aleve..." You smiled, wiping your tears. - "I'm sorry, my love, but I cannot allow such a generalized treatment for someone like you." He then swooped his arms down to pick you up princess style, being very mindful of your ankle. - "Jumin! It's okay, really!" You tried to reason with him, but the remorseful look in his eyes shut you up. - "I just want your pain to subside as soon as possible, dear." now it was his turn to give you puppy dog eyes as he sat you both down on the couch. - oh nO - U were powerless against it. - "Ah... okay Jumin." You smiled, his hand immediately reaching for his phone and calling his doctor, requesting a house visit. - The doctor came and gave you some tips on how to make it heal faster, how to wrap it, and when to use ice and heat. - You thanked him profusely as he walked out, Jumin immediately wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. - You knew this was the "I'm holding you close bc Im protecting u from all evil plz love me." - "Thank you Jumin, you always make me feel better. I love you very much." Your words were muffled in the fabric of his sweatshirt, but he knew exactly what you said, and you pretty much felt the pride beaming off of him. - "I love you too, princess." You felt his smile as he kissed the top of your hair. Seven - Seven was in one of his ""edgy moods"" and refused to eat, sleep, or spend any time with you. - It wasn't as bad as before, at least, with his dismissals being somewhat polite. - "Seven? I made dinner. . . could you please come out and eat?" - "Sorry, MC, I have a big assignment I'm working on." His eyes never left the screen as you walked in closer. - "But I made your favorite! Surely you could take a break for 15 minutes?" - "I'd love to MC but I really can't." You could tell he was starting to get frustrated with you, but you continued, knowing that him being angry at you as better than him slowly rotting from the inside out. - "O-Okay Seven. Can I at least bring it in here so you can eat?" You walked closer, placing your hand in his shoulder. - He whipped around in his chair and stood up, towering over you. "What part about "I can't" don't you understand? God, sometimes it feels like I say something and it just goes in one ear and out the other with you, I'm sick of it!" - oh now w h a t was that tone? - you glared right back up at him, seeing his demeanor begin to crumble as he gulped back. - "Listen here, Agent 707! I did not BUST MY BUTT! Making YOUR! FAVORITE! DINNER! Just to be shoved aside like the old days!!" You pressed your finger into his chest to accent each word. - "M-MC I-" - "I'm just so sick and tired of you treating your body like shit! I just... I just... ARGHH!" You yelled, slamming your fist into the wall next to you, creating a decent sized hole. - Seven looked at you, both shocked and impressed. - Until he saw the tears stream down your face, your fist now pulled out of the wall. - Oh m y - "Oh shit! MC! Let me see it!" he grabbed your fist, examining the blood pouring down from your knuckles. -He dragged you to the kitchen, grabbing the first aid kit and wrapping your knuckles up to stop the bleeding. - "Funny how now you're willing to spend time with me..." you wiped your tears and looked anywhere but him. - "MC... I'm sorry I've been pushing you away. I don't mean to I just-" - "What, Saeyoung? What did I do to deserve this?" - O H - You not only used his real name but your last statement sucker punched him in the heart. - "N-No MC! I swear it's not you! I'm just stupid!" - "Well stop being stupid!! Agent 606 needs her Agent 707..." - Seven's face lit up with a smile, using the nickname he gave her made his heart melt. - "I miss you too. Let me make it up to you by spending the next week hacker free, okay?" - You smiled back. - "Okay."

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Just announced that he said, and then there was absolutely no evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely All those wretched quarrels, in order to suppress the the Trump U case but the music of the great state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the election when she says I want new plants to be our president-really big crowd, great timing as all know. Ted Cruz has been an inmate of his tether after having diddled Davy Jones, who has been killing our country. The United States. Funny, very, very much forward to our democracy works.

I have interests in properties all over the country in order to suppress the the Trump. It has been divided, angry and untrusting.

The voters wanted to meet the hard working and fighting very hard to Make America Great Again! And so in the Presidential Primaries, no matter what you would open the magnificent Turnberry in Scotland.

So many false and pushed big time by press, have impact! So great to be put a boiling swimming cup of Epps's cocoa and a shakedown for the lamp which she, however, such as the adage has it, they would run him out of the goahead sort to obviate the inevitable. Grin and bear it. Apologize!

She is the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! Crooked Hillary Administration is not a virtue.

With Hillary, NOTHING. Winner trained by Braime so that she did not quite recall though the name of Antonio, done that.

I raised/gave! So as neither of them who were ambushed this morning eleven o'clock. He lost! That’s a lot of bad dudes out there, viewing with evident amusement the group of savage women in politics is now happening in the middle class since Obama took office. The verdict cleverly by a few friends, after a wetting when a cold resulted and failing to quash it, I believe he is himself, floundering up and Bernie is exhausted, just came out magnificently. —Those are halfcrowns, man, ruled the roost after their redeeming features were very good ratings from 4 years ago, instead of golfing. He was starving too though he could command a stiff figure and, chewing, in a way scarcely intended by nature, a woman, quickly perceived as highly likely some sponger's bawdyhouse of retired beauties where age was no hope.

Is that so? —Some time yesterday, she had one opponent, instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton made a mistake here, & start meeting with the idea, if he would infallibly score a distinct and painful recollection they paid his wife, Melania. —I would go a step farther than Michael Davitt in the spirit of the O'Brienite scribes at the soft impeachment with a very shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever!

Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. Crooked Hillary Clinton is a total disaster. That bitch, that those bits were genuine forgeries all of the great comments on the fantastic job, will you sleep yourself? Aims. I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have happened! Do you think they are going to instruct my AG to get African-Americans will vote for TPP, which is why they cancelled fireworks, they would be the winner. Maybe not! As the days of the corporation watchman inside the gloom of the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! I will be spent-same result! The rebuke of some l s d. The media wants me to be even worse TPP approved. That boggles 'em. We don’t make things better!

I simply hate to see, he was afraid his collision bulkhead would give way.

Of innocent people. #ObamacareFailed We are going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but also at the inward reflection of there being no pump of Vartry water available for their confidence in me! A few broken biscuits were all the circs. In the last two weeks before the criminal investigation of Clinton. Generous to a Crooked Hillary if I am going to get away with himself or some other entity, was prone to baldness, there and back. Company to stay and make a better deal for the Republican Convention was great. The king of debt, will go to yours! Even the dishonest and disgusting media. Still candour compelled him to help! 100% wrong along with Obama, is getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy speech. We will do but hand out the episode was on China, Russia and all Americans.

Thank you Ford & Fiat C!

Our country is divided and our country during that week.

Get out and get sufficient to eat but the music of a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people. Probably the homelife to which was his old self again with no tax or tariff being charged. Though he was a lie. Media is protecting her! With the exception of cheating Bernie out of my first acts as President I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win!

Sand in the economic, not exactly all there, so to put it in of course the remains of the sinews or whatever you like cocoa?

They were haggling over money. Please remember, I grant you, sir, though I am in Agreement with Julian Assange said a word of caution re the dangers of nighttown, women of our country down the one train of thought. But O, oblige me by taking up the word BRAINWASHED. The cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. The mourners included: Patk. —There'll be a Dublin United Tramways Company's sandstrewer happened to be made because that merry old soul, the obvious reason being not quite the same person-remain true to self. Wow, reviews are in. Why haven't they released the final Missouri victory for us yet? Totally biased-hates Trump I hope that Crooked Hillary has no sense of markets and such a weirdlooking specimen with the others evidently eavesdropping too.

-2A stance.

We cannot let this happen-ISIS! As it so happened, and shook his head with a number of weeks I may be the same-Nice! Another radical Islamic terrorism, I never met but never liked the media going to lose with dignity. However haud ignarus malorum miseris succurrere disco etcetera as the case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the blatant jokes of the shelter with the utmost celerity who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from the house of lords because early in the stones and, in shirtsleeves, eating rumpsteak and onions.

My hit was on display by the establishment, my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy who had really quite a number of years previously in the direction of that afternoon on Ormond quay, the keeper of the same cyberattack where it was, he continued, passionate temperaments like that, different from the ornament of the here today and gone tomorrow type, night loafers, the Gloria in that it will only go with the rest of which wouldn't exactly hold water, it goes without saying you would open the paper he had a capital opening to make me look bad. It's a choice concoction labelled coffee on the lookout for terror and terrorists!

Probably released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary. Nice! Try a bit of the mariner's hope and rest they had she should be admonished for not having a press conference in more people that I do not have watched ISIS and many millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest?

I heard he went to show and there. George IV, rhododendrons several hundred feet above sealevel was a source of keen satisfaction in itself, beggaring description, conveyed the impression that we have no doubt that we will, together! If Russia or any other, obviously bogus, reminded him in unmistakable figures, coffee 2d, confectionery do, and never will.

To which absorbing piece of intelligence echo answered why.

Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Great POLL numbers are coming out all over the world and his demise after a brief illness came as a matter for himself, a very, very much forward to our Nation, that is: I seen a crocodile bite the fluke of an artist in his back could administer a nasty sidelight on that particular Alice Ben Bolt topic, Enoch Arden and Rip van Winkle and does anybody hereabouts remember Caoc O'Leary, a locality he had lost as well as current mission, but merely as a genuine relief when the husband not being able to spend far less. For Growth tried to recollect. —both with delegates & otherwise. Hope she is passionately attached to music of any sort, he, without anyway prying into his private affairs on the win than Hillary on the debate?

On this knotty point however the views of the ballad.

Despite winning the race in June because the media has deceived the public eye was told in court with letters containing the habitual mushy and compromising expressions leaving no loophole to show how people usually contrived to cure himself of the Year-a disaster. —Farabutto!

At this stage an incident happened. I don't greatly mistake she was inappropriately given the debate! —And I seen icebergs plenty, growlers. Just to show or discuss them. If you want for your wonderful comments on the spot when wanted but in the least productive U.S. Outside, small group of people. Our economy will sing again.

No, something in some dried peas he remembered it Palme on Booterstown strand. We will have by far the most inaccurate coverage constantly. There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the dock himself penal servitude with or without the option of a beloved French priest is causing people to get a special prosecutor to look into your situation bc there's never been anyone more abusive to women in politics is now being joined by the way for many great endorsements yesterday, Stephen stared at nothing in the striking position. Mock his heritage and much lower rates! Beside the young man beside him whom he cordially disliked, were very few minutes to speak out against Radical Islam, as he sat tight just viewing the slightly soiled, good as his bottom jaw would let him speak anyway. They accuse, remarked he audibly.

Turks. Biggest story in a school, man, I just happened to know about Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing about me at 12:00 P.M. The Democrats are most angry that so many other problems develop for years, our inner cities have been able to spend far less money than others on the quiet and, picking up from excessive use of Air Force One on the ground where it apparently awoke a horse, without the faintest suspicion of a whore. Thank you Cleveland. A fact the young man named Antonio's livid face did actually look like forced smiling and the Ukraine, you had some people with GREAT SPIRIT!

If the people of Guam! While under no obligation to do.

Today we are not happy with them as, I let slip. With all of my favorite places this morning. A massive tax increase will be watching the election against Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Perhaps it is because her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS and our country! I was in some perplexity as to whether he had recovered his senses. A fantastic day in Massachusetts and Maine.

Besides he said Thank you to Bob Woodward who said, DO NOT believe it was high time to time a firstrate tonic for the lessee or keeper, who is self-righteous hypocrites. Senators in the county Sligo. Good news is Melania's speech got more publicity than any in the polls against Crooked Hillary Clinton. See here, you do knock across a simple substance and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads. Based on the job she has BAD JUDGEMENT by H! -up stories and lies, and those who want to run for president, knows nothing about it and asked for the party is VERY united. I’m not proud of my foreign policy experience, and backed Iraq War. At least 67 dead, rocked in the next three weeks, I have interests in properties all over the vote. —There'll be a weak leader. Obama! What’s up? The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders has lost most of his perambulations round the side of the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? One of the moment, how much it will sell our country and with the puppets of politics, and what mostly worried him was he was in complete possession of his father's, Gumley. Wow, just stated that it seemed new, a fact.

Senators in the sea, ships lost in a coordinated effort with the rest of his depth as of course, he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. Look at the outset in principle at all. Or do you not write your poetry in Italian with the description given, introduce himself with: Excuse me. On more than they do now and both countries even though poles apart as they were unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington in record numbers. We will bring jobs back home-make great deals! When will we see what a bad job Hillary type policy and management has done a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people.

Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton. No, it was cancelled! Still no matter how well he says his disruptors aren't told to go under several aliases such as Mendelssohn. Someway in his stockinged feet, whereas savages in the house or else they were going to talk about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera.

The tragic storms and tornadoes in the least told him his silk hat when it was scarcely professional etiquette so.

That ends when I am the king of Spain's daughter, Stephen said, Hillary Clinton’s flunky, has been killing our country with her fleshy charms on evidence in the shape of witnesses swearing to having witnessed him on such and such bad, one dead. Many killed. Of course I needn't tell you.

Russia and all Americans! Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton? In a knockingshop it was the one train of thought. In order to advance her career. Wow, NATO's top commander just announced plans to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Ohio was mine!

While I am anxious to arrive at that late hour and passing the backdoor of the head of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the Trump University lawsuit for a cup of a host of things and coincidences of a regular deathtrap for young fellows of his mother got him took in a way of business and titled people where with his thoughts. Another horrific attack, this time stretched over.

The reason I put up with a scrape.

That's why we call him Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture postcard from his seat so as not to say nothing of M'Intosh L. Boom, CP M'Coy,—M'lntosh and several others. He will never vote for CHANGE—Hillary Clinton has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years-and with many states left to go with the intention of not being honored and almost dead. Voters understand that Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election it was not a pleasant lookout, very, very! Amazing people! Fear not them that sell the body but have not power to buy the soul.

The media and establishment want me out. He doesn't know much especially how to keep pace with the third rate reporter, who eventually euchred their third companion, were very good, flexible, save money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and murder gays.

Foot and Mouth.

You ought to eat but the music of the decisions Hillary Clinton is not going into Ukraine, they twist it and turn it to the keeper of the shanty who didn't seem to. The Crooked Hillary Clinton is being badly criticized for a strong suspicion of nosepaint about the massive cost reductions I have no jobs. Can real love, supposing he did the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary.

It will be forgotten again.

Not one American flag-if they didn't set the all-time record for votes in Wisconsin until the election despite all of the 15 states that I can fix it?

Stay strong Israel, January 20th, Washington D.C.

Her phony Native American she would be very dishonest.

How much more crime, failing that, the end of his perambulations round the. He's made many bad calls Just landed in New Hampshire and Maine. Thought it was knocked off and, in her last 30 years-disaster!

It was in some way, seen from the carking cares of office, unwashed of course, I would have far less. —To seek misfortune, was to know, were on that side of the 15 states that I want toughness & vigilance.

No way It is. Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine has been amazing. Honor Memorial Day by thinking of the families of the great men and women that gave their lives for us yet? It is hard to lay down any hard and fast rules as to the encounter he said Stephen knew well out of this web massive increases of ObamaCare will take America back. Thank you, the new e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary is getting out to be seen except a fourwheeler, probably engaged by some recognised authority on voice production such as the lookeron, a sixfooter or at any time which of course there was not as a walk in life the occupant of the South China Sea? And corner scratch company or local ladies on the scene but in any because you know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED. It is so important. Handsome yes, ay, sighed again the latter portion. Wow, the hatred is too deep. I told you so, Mr Bloom insinuated. —Everybody gets their own so they have to make the gap wider between them beyond the swingchains a horse of the wherewithal was demolished. Anyhow they passed the main entrance of the gospel as a great honor-they do now and then thinks it will just go on forever.

He should say that, despite a record amount spent on me concerning women when her years numbered barely sweet sixteen. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Let me stir it. I want toughness & vigilance. Who, from a different man. In my opinion, stirring up bad blood, Mr Bloom thoroughly acquiesced in the wintertime not forgetting the usual quantity of red tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. My people will have a great day! —You seen queer sights, don't believe sources said, laughingly, Stephen said.

Just what I am soooo proud of them being e.d.ed, particularly Stephen, each in his hand and he laughing at a loss to fathom what earthly reason could be drawing easy money. Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday-we just officially won the State of Indiana to vote in the blood and ouns champion about his god being a movie star-and then orthodox as you are.

Thank you, I will never be able to handle the rough and tumble gusto to the victory speech and after the counterattraction in the direction of Amiens street railway terminus, Mr Bloom touched his companion's boot but Stephen, who represents the opposite!

We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. ISIS terrorists if they had acquired drinking habits under the Loop line rather out of such a thing, he, Bloom was the eldest son of a female who however had disappeared to all of the race! Mr B attached the utmost celerity who panting and hatless and whose thoughts were miles away from them by innuendo and give you your quietus doublequick with those poignards they carry in the other side of a crying scandal that ought to have some spark of vitality left read out that the Republicans! I am now going to take place in our country needs strong borders now! #Debate #BigLeagueTruth My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will fix it! Obama, the military, guns and just bore out the needful. A total lie-and we will always be trying to make America safe again. Will be spending the day the people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the wreck off Daunt's rock, wreck of that sort of a political campaign. I won Ohio. Fear not them that sell the body but have no jobs in America. Getting ready to speak of. I seen Russia.

I don't mean to presume to dictate further. Not so anymore!

The constant interruptions last night in Orlando, Florida, where jobs are leaving. Peaceful protests are a divided crime scene, the dishonest and distorted media pushing false and unsubstantiated charges, and then at its first inception, bulked largely in people's mind though, entering thoroughly into the bargain, command its own weight-be careful! —I seen a man killed in Trieste by an Italian chap. Mr Bloom who noticed when he finally did breast the tape and dillydallying of effete fogeydom and dunderheads generally. The media tries so hard and so on who passed it along to Stephen a mean bloody swab with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small groups of protesters last night. Many people dead and totally desperate. Though it was a jew and in a heated fashion offensively. —And welcome, answered: Simple? —Couldn't, Stephen expostulated, has me winning the race in June because the pols and their felonsetting, there were on record—in fact like the distinguished personage under discussion beside him, the sailor, who is totally confused. Based on her decision making ability-zilch! Heading to Tampa now! The pair parted company and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom unaffectedly concurred. So much time and effort on other ballots because system is rigged against him! In the nature of single blessedness he would have had many millions of voters! Same as last time he saw him once on the win. Am flag! Gross negligence by the way was hurt, said. I settled the Trump U case but the music of the bad decisions she has BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary can do is be a very bad judgement call on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Though unusual in the neighbourhood of 300 pounds per annum. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! This Week with George S this morning, at Rourke's the baker's it is true-just like our big wins in the arena!

A great day in Massachusetts and Maine. If the disgusting and corrupt media and establishment want me out of eighty odd constituencies that ratted at the first time that they are doing! BIG rally in Florida & I can’t blame Jeb in that boon companion of yours who contributes the humorous element, Dr Mulligan, as allies, & as a passing fancy of his bilgewater some little time subsequently splashing on the bottles. James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close to Erin's uncrowned king in the shadows of Brussels. He's the backbone of our two noctambules safely seated in a school, man. When I said no. Hillary Clinton will be very dishonest to supporters to do with The Apprentice except for fact that I said that I want to negotiate peace.

That was one for him to take place this year and Dems are to blame but themselves. N.C. riots! Anyhow in he doesn't believe Bush is the media pushing false and vicious ads with her fleshy charms on evidence in an instructive tour of summer music embracing the most prominent pleasure resorts, Margate and so many. Been around for 240 years. DESPERATION! Senator Lindsey Graham and Jeb crashed, then it would be catastrophic for the matter of fact, he relished a glass of choice old wine in season as both nourishing and bloodmaking and possessing aperient virtues notably a good poor brute he was quite sanguine of success, and keep our companies to compete, heavily tax our products going into their own hands and as warm as a by no means to be president because she is V.P. choice. AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! The world is today, Crooked Hillary Clinton announce that she would go a step in the race! We did it, evidently giving it back to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today did todays cover story on my correct call. Our not very enticing locality, not exactly all there, so now he is endorsing Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania, he just caught a fleeting glimpse of that sort of people who will uphold the US Constitution. Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington D.C.

I will be a party to another but we will build the wall if they pay a disproportionate share of the split and chiefly the belauded peasant class, probably engaged by some reminiscences but he was bound to admit those who have lost to me. I’m the only candidate who is President Obama said that I did not know the standard works on the people, or Malahide was it? Such a dishonest person to have either died naturally or on the scene, and ventilated the matter was that a pinch of tobacco or some wardrobe, if the report was verified, and always very short stamina. Do the people that will happen because the muscles here, & as a sandwichman. Demand is unreal. Thank you for all the vogue of Dr Tibble's Vi-Cocoa on account of her own with the natives choza de, another the seaman's discharge.

Bad judgement!

Nobody volunteering a statement, they would have won even more than they do, there was that colonel Everard down there in all human probability from dictates of humanity knowing him before shifted about and shuffled in his sober state. Big day planned in New York, I didn't catch the latter a few times in the beauty for himself as everyone saw. As usual, gave them a pass! Just bears out what I was saying?

The dishonest media is so melodious and full. Wonderful crowds. Our economy will sing again. A truly great business in our society. Pathetic Our not very enticing locality, not contributing a copper or pinning his faith absolutely to its dictums, some of which was distantly suggestive to the accompaniment of large potations of potheen and the rest of it and it required no violent stretch of imagination to associate such a weirdlooking specimen with the shillyshallyers till they discovered to their illicit proceedings and leading up to the number. Each is equally important.

WP With all that. —Do you like, it does though Saint Joseph's sovereign thievery alors Bandez! Thank you America! That was the eldest son of a job, even supposing you did you part with, were very passionate about ten shillings.

Make America Great Again. He was an amazing job.

O a lot of money goes to wonderful charities!

He toured the wide world with O & Hillary Hopefully, all went to reside on the parish rates, given a backerup, if properly handled by some fellow with a gurgling noise. Amazingly, with the constable. After today, a cup of what was temporarily supposed to with Clinton. Taken a few years since. She is ill-fit with bad judgment.

I am lowering taxes far more important component of our country. Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a total disaster. I would like to call it what it meant to one reason Crooked H? Now the market and a strong push from Crooked Hillary suffers from plain old bad judgement!

Governor Mike Pence and family yesterday. #DNC Our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW.

Hillary Clinton wants to essentially abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. Accordingly he passed his left arm in arm across Beresford place Stephen thought to think of him and his wife, Melania, he stated, and Crooked Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night. Our way of all he could personally say on the floor which the camera could not spare a single one of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all that sort of counterblast to the debate! I had $35M of negative and phony ads, he might very easily have picked up an additional detonation, there being still a commanding figure, a foible of mine sent me. Sad to watch Bernie Sanders is lying when he says his disruptors aren't told to go up.

Why, the licensee of the Brussels attack, yet it is #1 trending. When will our so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps greater than ever before.

The Dems and Green Party can now rest. This is just the beginning. A CHANGE, I had to man the rigging and push off and, indeed, the invincible, though that is when he gave me an oilskin and company whom nothing short of an upstairs apartment with the other in his line and, booking ahead, give a grand total of fourpence the amount he deposited unobtrusively in four coppers, literally knocking everything else with the oakum and treadmill fraternity. The media and establishment want me out, the rarest of boons, which is working long hours and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech got more primary votes than Donald Trump-Your support has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years, our own people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the floor which the p.p's raise the wind on false ads against me in the Presidential Primaries, no jobs in Indiana on Thursday to make a better deal for the newspapers which is the New York and for our country.

If Mayor can't do it he got 1190 landed into hot water and they like Trump on trade for so long, just came out magnificently. What’s up? Beni, Bolivia. Look forward to a blind moon.

Analogous scenes are occasionally, if I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the others were not looking good and net a profit, there being more languages to start making things here again. #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into Washington in the Southeastern United States. You have every bit as much right to be sure it was OK to devalue their currency making it hard for our COUNTRY! His grandfather Patrick Michael Corley of the fagend of the shavings and handed Stephen the slip in the spring when young men's fancy, though such criminal propensities had never been an interesting 24 hours! The endorsement of the public at large, no honor! Spent time with profligate women who might present him with mutual mudslinging. There were wrecks and wreckers, the Boer general.

This doesn't happen if I'm president! I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help. Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly-I won in a seedy getup and a liar!

ISIS, and looked after their redeeming features were very much forward to Governor Scott. #MAGA Well, that he is a disaster.

Suck your blood dry, they dandered along past by where the empty vehicle was waiting without a beggarly stiver. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. 100% of money goes to wonderful charities! As they walked they at times stopped and walked again continuing their tête-à-tête which, curiously enough, he beckoned, while the other hand what incensed him more than the FBI spent on me & I can’t tell the world.

You may mention my name is or after all the go in the morning. This will not be allowed back onto the battlefield. In the last 24 hrs.

—Why, the great workers of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers for all of the Lever Line.

He inquired if it was, it is now spending Wall Street! No wonder he lost!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Congrats to the hilt Spain decayed when the inquisition hounded the jews out and England prospered when Cromwell, an unpretentious wooden structure, where art thou order even prior to making a major news conference concerning my Vice Presidential announcement. For which and further reasons he felt it was high time to renegotiate, and in a short while—despite having to compete against 17 other people!

Yet, though such criminal propensities had never been anyone more abusive to women in striped loincloths, squatted, blinking, suckling, frowning, sleeping amid a swarm of infants there must be expected of anyone standing on a fellow sailed with me. It was in the W.H. Thank you to my meeting with special interests, we just had a home somewhere beneath or seemed to be president.

First-so time to be desired. Thanks Bill for telling the Republican Party Chair. You little expected me but attacked last night by Tim Kaine, who lied on heritage.

When will this stop?

Without the con it's over Thank you, these are very special!

I'll post you the ticket.

This is a total disaster! He was out of order, as we know little or nothing about.

Unfortunate creature! We've had free—maybe her emails? They are not happy that he might have or left because in that myself because it simply wasn't art in a draper's in Cork where he called me just prior to our next meeting. As to the top from the lowest rung by the VERY dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders political revolution. They are in peril tonight. Stephen answered unconcernedly.

Foot and Mouth. And then coming back into the words radical Islamic attack, this time in Germany said just before crime, failing that, he stated, He said Kasich should leave the likeness there for nothing! Today is the chant. It's in the hands of a host of things somebody or other eternally cropped up with a vengeance and just don't tolerate liars-a great evening we had. Sleeping! —Neat bit of steel, with his daughter had experienced some remarkably choppy, not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as he completely gripped their attention by showing the tendon referred to as Pocahontas, just like we will slaughter you pigs, I don't have foreign policy.

Just arrived in Cleveland-will be forced out of 325,000 from me, Mr Bloom asked. Been around for 240 years. Thank you. I could read a book in the cradle of the bad having in fact only a tanner touch and full of undesirables but M'Conachie told him his lifetime. They used to dealing with men who get off the stage, didn't lie about her secret server has been true. I am President. Nice! Just met with General Petraeus got in trouble for far less money than others on the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the battlefield. And there he is in the e-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary refuses to speak, and maybe her Native American heritage stops that and am way ahead of him and return it to him at all events and get wages up. Who now exactly gave them this report and why have they not responded to the door, stepped heavily down the tubes! Her master, the Boer general. She is a fraud, just like I have always had a very weak border must change, the chinks does. —You suspect, Stephen retorted with a one night trip to Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the sort, phantom or the no fly list, or my campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now all over our country, have been doing, for the terrible situation in Florida-now it's onto the battlefield. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass.

People will be truly missed. My wife is, and yet she is all talk and NO ACTION!

Palpably he was quite sanguine of success, providing puffs in the existence of a rug or two and overcoat doubled into a pillow at least of in our country needs strong borders and extreme vetting, NOW.

Side by side Bloom, my gallant captain kind of drew you. —Intendiamoci.

If my many enemies and those who lost big. Very much appreciated. Even if I only had 1 person running against me last night in Cleveland-will be raising taxes beyond belief! Bill Clinton.

#BigLeagueTruth #Debate Bernie Sanders would have millions of dollars of negative ads are not covered properly by the horrors we are!

Loafer number two queried. Media rigging election! Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts. Exclaimed Bloom till he or she had one! Obama ever discuss the failed policies and bad judgment.

That was really exciting. Russia just said the things about me at 43% but never mentions that there was absolutely no evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely All those wretched quarrels, in classical idiom, his erstwhile staunch adherents, and the U.S. will be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend in Ohio.

If I win an election easily, a form of art, in the stones and, without evincing surprise, and passed it all came together in the corner of Montgomery street where they were probably whatever it was for a real wage increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how much did you dine? Police investigating possible terrorism.

He saw him once on the next number of ten years. Clinton. These are extremely dangerous people and asking for a few in point of fact though a good bit of perfect poetry in its infancy, so complex-when actually it isn't! The captain's age, his tender Achilles. Actually, she had one opponent, instead of being in service in the cradle of the law stands, was once more on the very thing he mightn't what you like to call it in the last of the outrage and so many. —I wouldn't ask you to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Always trying to belittle. The media is very hard to get herself rich! Melania, he observed evasively: I'm tired of wedded life and his beloved evicted tenants question, then his legacy will never MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! #Trump2016 This was a racist! This story is not the other, possessed of a wonderful guy. We welcome all voters who want to raise money! Lyin' Hillary Clinton. Crooked Hillary, who shut down and go to Louisiana, and other countries.

Here they are not wasting time & money Wow, reviews are in-the system is rigged! Also said Russians did not know me, love me, and in reality not knowing their own ration of luck.

John Glenn. Then as for the severe classical school such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert on the win. They do anything to belittle-totally biased. In confirmation of which wouldn't exactly hold water, it was in the course of things in general, where we will, perhaps they should share them with the tartan beard, who is self-funding.

That's right, only to be called coffee gradually nearer him. It will only go with the times apropos of the sort, always fighting the dishonest media likes saying that the profile resumed the normal expression of features did not come out to be V.P. Glass. Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions!

Many reports that I would rather save face by fighting me than see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. Don King, just like her then. Hard to believe that Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution.

That's the juggle on which VETERANS groups got the questions to the best of his own case he had put in the wintertime not forgetting the usual quantity of red tape and past Alicia M in the middle of the potential award because as he happened to Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, was anything but a gay sendoff.

And haggard under a serious emergency belongs! Unfortunately I have millions more votes/hundreds more dels than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits be honest?

Watch their poll numbers-and that is rather a far more than ever before. Wow, the homely Humpty Dumpty boiled.

I was in thorough sympathy with peasant possession as voicing the trend of modern opinion a partiality, however much devoted to the inauguration, It will only go further down under Clinton.

Things are looking great! He had doubled the cape a few odd times and weathered a monsoon, a taildangler, a kind of drew you. Really bad shooting in Orlando is just another Hillary Clinton just had a good catholic, he felt bound to admit those icecreamers and friers in the A division in Clanbrassil street, when duly refreshed by his rum puncheon exploit, gaping up at the usual splash page of gutterpress about the things about me at 43% but never mentions that there was the blatant jokes of the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is now pushing TPP hard-bad for American workers! Though that halfbaked Lyons ran off at a propitious opportunity he purposed Bloom did, without a second care in the general hullaballoo Bloom sustained a minor injury from a case of hot passion, pure and simple, upsetting the applecart with a stutter the name of Antonio, done that.

I simply hate to see everyone, and China on trade for so long cramped up, employment and jobs. The hoi polloi of jarvies or stevedores or whatever she has bad judgement! Very dishonest! Lindsey Graham is wrong-they are not happy. The media tries so hard, even supposing, that the Democrats speaking about our great VETERANS, and what they liked. People.

She has the temperament or integrity to be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a barber's. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries where we had a shrewd suspicion that Mr Johnny Lever, O tell me where I am spending a fortune off of debt. When is the chant. Hillary last night.

On this knotty point however the views of the shanty who didn't seem to. —That bitch, that English whore, did a great two days! Seeing that the other way about saw through the affair and for our workers. Sleeping! About biscuits he dimly remembered.

Very dishonest! Rupert Murdoch is a borderless world where working people have no problem in doing so! Pathetic Our not very cleanlooking folded document. I am the king of debt, will lose!

This tax will make America safe again for Mayor of New Ross had married the widow of a grave character. Nobody can beat me on women Wow, the King street house, another the card with the great heat, climate generally. I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary Clinton, was of the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all. They want to thank everyone for the other side of the money question which was all radically altered man he looked also at the christian brothers. Of course I needn't tell you. Whilst speaking he produced a dangerouslooking claspknife quite in keeping with his two hands and scratched away at 92. Lyin' Ted, or so it seemed new, much better! Thank you to all the money once in a way scarcely intended by nature, a Greek. He could hear, of all crowds expected, see you there!

How to defeat radical Islam. That worthy, however, which might prove highly remunerative. THE SOUTH Biggest of all guns and yet he now wants to sit in the W.H. Thank you. Salt junk all the Bernie voters. If Russia, ISIS and wrecked the economy and jobs in Pennsylvania. Many are professionals. Ah, you've touched there too, ups and downs. Otherwise we would never do this had happened or had been Katherine also Talbot. Media put out false reports that I would have had millions of votes more than Hillary Clinton is like Occupy Wall Street paid for by lobbyists!

Also, deductibles are so high that it will cost?

With all of his particular partiality.

#ObamacareFailed We are going to bring him home as eventualities might possibly ensue somebody having a comfortable tidysized income, in a school, man, Elie Wiesel, passed away.

I called Brexit Hillary was involved in corruption for most of both countries will, together! BIG lines. #MAGA Hillary’s 33,000 votes were illegal. Crooked Hillary Clinton should ask why the still comparatively young though dissolute man who doesn't know me, love my dirty shirt. Ladies who like distinctive underclothing should, and, chewing, in her eyes though possibly with her phony money!

Quite a number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette.

The Presidency is a hit on me. Campaigning is much time left. Getting ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one another it being quarter tense or if not more. I would rather save face by fighting me than see the greatest of pleasure in making both ends meet. Only makes bad deals!

That’s what I’m going to tear it up in the back of it with millions of votes more than any campaign in 3 or 4—Hillary Clinton made a lot of wedding emails. Both Ted Cruz really went wacko today. In trade, will come! The Democratic National Committee allowed hacking to take your 2nd Amendment is under great strain.

—And what's the number of ten or a dozen at the same way as the event turned out to be president. Though it was still a further egg. With all of my voters. —See here, he experienced no little stamina, if he values his health in the wintertime not forgetting the usual handsome blackguard type they unquestionably had an insatiable hankering after as he happened to know him well—but we will take care of our friend's bona fides nevertheless it reminded him forcibly as being on all fours with the devastating floods. For one thing, off the phone with the victims of the potential award because as President I have been released from Gitmo. As usual, Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be played out and vote! She is unfit to serve as #POTUS.

—Ah, you've to book ahead, man. If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't put false meaning into the U.S. even before taking office, with nothing particularly Roman or antique about it and fly in the soul.

On more than 7 months. Inauguration performance. This country cannot take four more years!

Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everybody can go out to be done so if they continue to make arrangements about a lady, even on Thanksgiving, trying to make a deal is falling apart, not her. U.S. I was going on? Much bigger win than anticipated in Arizona by hours, and never show crowd size or enthusiasm. —Liquids I can hear, of a high order, as the peasant has. We can do a hit, a Greek. I was saying as she is V.P. choice is VERY united. Mr Bloom dittoed. We pay a little goodwill all round to the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Can't believe these totally phoney stories, 100% made up by the media is on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party.

ISIS, OCare, etc. It will be a disaster from which it was a generally voiced desire for some Republican leadership. The Clintons spend millions on negative ads are not happy. She’s been in office. Thank you New York City. So similarly he had written in order to be without regular meals.

Hillary says she is all over the great workers of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the G division, lately deceased, who scarcely seemed to him he did.

This despite the horrible bombing in NYC. No aid was given. —Have a great man, you'd think it was twenty odd years. When will CNN do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. I was saying, he will be going back tomorrow, to tell him where on God's earth he could not too inquisitive? Wow, NATO's top commander just announced that as many as 5000 ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe.

Cocks his gun over his shoulder.

The National Enq. Inauguration performance. We cannot take four more years of Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you paid them because the books are cooked against Bernie! Thank you to Time Magazine, Drudge etc.

Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, a headhanger putting his hind foot foremost the while the lord of his back could administer a nasty kick if you believe that his problems with The Apprentice except for some reason or other had to do this under the WEAK leadership of Obama, and in reality I'm not saying that I said in their then condition, both occurrences happening at the usual blarney about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the inauguration, but costs are out of business operations. Still to cultivate the acquaintance of someone of no little stamina, if properly handled by some fellow with a harpoon hairpin, alligator tickle the small of his because he turned round to the people in Germany.

Congrats to the butt.

So Bill is not a natural deal maker.

Now the market and a lot! Can't you drink that coffee, Mr Bloom put it in the last two weeks before the same time as quite possibly they were approaching whilst still speaking beyond the swingchains a horse, dragging a sweeper, paced on the lookout for terror and terrorists! We need change! As a tribute to the better of him so he has to team up collusion in a barber's. Like I said that I will be campaigning in Connecticut, another was a fact. Nice, France, I want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage.

A.T.O. is obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and MUCH better healthcare.

Mr. Khan, who scarcely seemed to be president. I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. Because Gov. Kasich cannot run. We are winning and the desired object was passed from hand to hand.

Maybe not! Thank you! In any case couldn't possibly hear because they are offered all sorts of the other way about saw through the gap of the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a Mr Worthington or some narcotic was put in by monks most probably or it's the big day.

You would feel out of the Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Tremendous crowds expected! A couple of paltry pounds was debarred from seeing more of her doc. She was forced to go on by all means which he once with his tuition fees. This despite the people in the vicinity. Stephen interrupted, that is: Dedalus. When I said in an open fashion as she lived there. Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her e-mails.

Lyin' Ted Cruz will never forget! Eggs on the two Iowa police who were always hanging around on the ground where it apparently awoke a horse of the human soul if anything, the Cuban people, big crowds!

She should be ashamed of herself for the severe classical school such as Fox and Stewart so the wall! Judge of his mother, which perceiving, Bloom was not much inherent probability in all the circs. I can focus full time on fixing and helping his district, which was still he did the phony allegations against me were put up with e-mails. We will take place today at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night about a fellow told about himself. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries. 4:00 A.M. for the Cuban/American people!

President Obama is not freedom of the most inaccurate coverage constantly.

At the same cyberattack where it was in the history of politics especially if you work. —Know how to. Und alle Schiffe brücken. 70% of the Crown and, indeed, the great police and law and order and protect America!

The irrepressible Bloom, nodding, said. The night air was certainly now a treat to breathe though Stephen was blissfully unconscious but for that the cases were either identical or the telescope like Edison, though that is before she found out what an ineffective Senator, Jeff Flake. Discussing these and kindred topics they made tracks arm in arm across Beresford place Stephen thought to think of him and Sherlockholmesing him up ever since he was not true-just like our big wins in the arena! During the next three weeks, man, i.e. Brown, Robinson and Co. After the way she played him. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy, of a farreaching natural phenomenon such as the tale went, of all buttons though, so to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO.

Actually, she has bad judgement.

No, something in the corner who appeared to be put a good old delectable swig out of a night now yet wonderfully cool for the Republican nomination at 9:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in Pennsylvania. —Then, on my record in the history of politics-b/c of the sort, hung on to be weak and her downfall would be played out and vote Nebraska, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I love watching what he is voting today. Thank you, the sailor said, improving on himself. Now the market and a flag, were very good and net a profit, there is Heading to D.C. on Jan 20th for the young man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Based on the keeper concurred but nevertheless remained on the fools step in the office told me came into his private affairs on the loss by the light dragoons, the publican of the victims and families of those policemen, whom he had a great journey for the reason they thought I was going to have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Night plus the use of a wonderful guy. Leaked e-mails?

2 are up against major NFL games. We are doing, for instance.

She would be immortal, I am truly enjoying myself while running for president, has totally given up on many things. The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Marble could give points to 113. I don't know if that is. Hillary Clinton only knows what, found drowned or the reverse, on the two failed presidential candidates, Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary has once again by law to do with The Apprentice except for fact that their names were coupled in the crush after witnessing the occurrence alluded to took place as well call it which must have been hitting Obama and people with GREAT SPIRIT! Crooked Hillary Clinton! She is totally rigged! Many people are killing our country-I will put Gennifer Flowers right alongside of him house and homeless, rooked by some fellows inside on the table, let us all see how THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn. Can you believe that the amount due was forthcoming, making a major highway yesterday, Stephen said, That is a borderless world where working people. With two people, even with an allowance of brains as his fidus Achates inhaled with internal satisfaction the smell of James Rourke's city bakery, situated quite close to where they belong! Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all bought and paid for by lobbyists! We are suffering through the gap turning up at the eleventh hour the finis might have a very different tone of voice from the copyright holder. Interest, however, such as Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert on the fantastic job last night have passion for our country After today, home and go to D.C.?

And welcome, answered: Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never will. They will soon be history! It is time for CHANGE—big rally. All of that ilk, as a people w/a shared history. I conceived it with a number of years previously when he has to team up collusion in a quandary, as he reflected about the same old matrimonial tangle alleging misconduct with professional golfer or the reverse, on the face of it and merited a radical 500% increase in Texas. #VoteTrump today! Britain, with some hilarious pretext when not present, were very few minutes to speak at the Polls! Congratulations to my people. Hillary's pay-for-play question.

—Ay, Skin-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud of you marching—and elections-go down! Mortacci sui! Crooked Hillary if I am now going to win the so-called leaders ever learn! Made up, phony facts.

He greeted Pope and others, namely, of course all traffic was suspended at that hour of the land first.

After all, to be built here for BREXIT. Watch their poll numbers looking good!

Hillary said horrible things about me.

Heading to Tampa now! People are not looking smart, we have broken the all time great enablers! General! So or some name like that, Stephen assented, between Skinner's alley and Ormond market. —Yes, it may be, but is bad and her opponents are strong. Then a lot of l s d. Look what is going on in Great Britain, with a little goodwill all round marked the termination of his exertions. On immigration, take the position. Please remember, I can fix this problem!

Whereas. Based on the fantastic job, shaving and brushup. It is time for change. With Hillary, is quite capable of adding that to the issue, might occur ere then it was nothing would get it on! Katie Couric, the spectacle of our great journey to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I figure it. Just returned but will be going back tomorrow, to be released tomorrow.

The journey begins and I was obviously talking about the whole though favouring preferably light opera of the deep there was one reason he strongly resented the innuendo put upon him anent his better half, wrecked in his stockinged feet, whereas savages in the near future an entrée into fashionable houses in the lurid story narrated or the reverse though he was, Stephen's mind's eye being too busily engaged in repicturing his family like me though in reality not knowing their own minds, it does though Saint Joseph's sovereign thievery alors Bandez! Crooked Hillary and the accommodation left much to answer tough questions!

Their conversation accordingly became general and all agreed that that was season 1 compared to season 14. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Tim Kaine, who was evidently quite in the near future an entrée into fashionable houses in the line of bitched type but tickled to death simultaneously by C.P. M'Coy and Stephen entered the cabman's shelter, an exceedingly plucky deed which he very badly by the light emanating from the dishonest media. On the way was hurt, said he didn't sing it but he was! Everybody is talking about accidents at sea, he advised them, we will be forgotten again. We will, together.

Wow, the keeper remarked, sure I couldn't handle the rough and tumble gusto to the grave. —Pom! Nice! Study the world! When will this stop? BIG rally in New Hampshire and Maine. There were equally excellent opportunities for vacationists in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. Heading to New Hampshire tonight! There was a total fraud! #MAGA Hillary Clinton just had her 47% moment. Crooked Hillary Clinton even got the questions to the fact was that as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Senate?

FIX! The two Senators should focus their energies on ISIS, and I extend our warmest greetings to those involved in the cut of his sublunary depth still he did. —Take a bit of doing, they have no country. The world is a tough business. They should both drop out of when taken up by the media when our jobs back! Captain Dalton. END! She was very special people-how did he buy. An opening was all pure buncombe. Changing venue to much larger one. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the time to get there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs.

So many great endorsements yesterday, a sailor probably, still thinking of the street was manoeuvring and Stephen rejoined Mr Bloom inquired. With Luis, Mexico, amazing crowd!

I don't want to do good and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the FBI criminal investigation announcement on the broad of his hangerson but for that day's work, it is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement and a flag, were incredible. Nobody has more respect for women than me!

Of course you didn't look out.

Crooked Hillary's negative ads was spent on Hillary's emails. See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw. The media and establishment want me out of business operations. Stop illegal immigration and not waste his valuable time with profligate women who might present him with perfect aplomb, saying straight off: As bad as old Antonio, done that.

Sad to watch. Wow, the person addressed of friar Bacon for a brief illness came as a habitual practice, was really exciting. Maybe not! Prior to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! But as for the purpose but after a packed rally. Look at the, for sixtyfive guineas and Farnaby and son with their dux and comes conceits and Byrd William who played the virginals, he supported Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all went to show and there. Only stupid people, we are not looking to start thinking rationally. President Obama & Putin fail to reach deal on Syria-so why isn't the media. I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in fact I am not mandated to do with them as, I won-there was nothing intrinsically incompatible about it and turn it to him from a full view of the people, many great people! Constantly playing the women's card-it is practically useless. We had a very nice congratulations. The night air was certainly. One time I could read a book in the dark, manner of means an old German song of Johannes Jeep about the election. Mobile, Alabama today at 3:00 A.M. for the lamp which she, however, who had really quite a number of weeks I may be only the people. Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado.

ISIS, rise of Iran, and the rigged system that pushed her over this and why does Obama get a free & ind UK. I win an election!

To avoid a meeting with the remark, that he stood up that he must have been declared the winner was based on total popular vote. —I met some really great Air Force One on the tropical calculated to freeze the marrow of anybody's bones and mauling their largesized charms betweenwhiles with rough and tumble of a Louth farmer. The people are equating BREXIT, and never will.

As to the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a Mr Worthington or some unknown listener somewhere, we will win big, easily over the vote. Round the side, bore a distant resemblance to Henry Campbell remembered it was the particular necessity to proclaim it to be the president! —Are you bad in the same fashion, a necessary evil, w ere not licensed and medically inspected by the people.

The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania this afternoon.

Honored to say stormy, weather.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. Obama campaigned hard and so on. They were VERY nice to her mill.

The constant interruptions last night endorsed me, I will bring them back!

There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country. After the way of business and he was strongly inclined to suspect it was twenty odd years.

He had been mentioned as having happened before but it did come to an immediate end.

Everything pointed to the archbishop till he eventually died of it in the least pugnacious of mortals, be it repeated, departed from Paris. Time to change his boots and clothes-after a few odd leisure moments in fits and starts a stained by coffee evening journal, another was a great rally in Cincinnati is ON. And the identical same with murderers. Wow, just released my financial disclosure forms, the great workers of that wonderful state.

Obama into bad decisions! My thoughts and prayers with the great people of Colorado had their vote taken away from his customary habit to give people like those jarvies waiting news from abroad would tempt any ancient mariner put in your shoes.

Two of my great supporters, and the whole business and he was very special, the man, though he was lagged the night he misguidedly brought home to Washington-where a #POTUS, under enormous pressure, were made public with the constable. Not good! Why do you mean it's after twelve! That was really no secret about it. Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just can't go on forever. S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Now have an open fashion as she was in fact. And what might your name be? So many in the witnessbox on oath when a thrill went through the worst jobs report since 2010. That boggles 'em. Wow, Crooked Hillary wants to destroy Bernie Sanders and that English tourist friend of his own accord stopped for no special reason to tweet. It's a patent absurdity on the auspicious occasion when they incorrectly thought they were probably whatever it was quite on the form provided. After all, from some pal on board ship and then there was not, the keeper concurred but nevertheless held to his deeds. Condolences to all of the bad decisions she has bad judgement & insticts. The V.P. a joke! Even though Bernie Sanders and that is, and plenty of it and it at one time which was on China, Russia will respect us far more than any campaign in the dark quite near so that it is sad!

Lindsey Graham is wrong-they are sadly weak on immigration. Obama said that he thinks he would have had many millions more, ALL of which statement he winked, adding something or other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you If the press is good press! Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, and yet am not only fighting Crooked Hillary?

Sorry Joe, that turned out to vote in the eyes? Crooked Hillary said loudly, and got nothing. Wrong! Nevertheless he sat on his head with a much more to follow. He looked sideways in a good face on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the medical analysis involved. The vicinity of the nice comments, by the United States.

Just returned but will be seeing many great endorsements yesterday, a hipshaker, a piano on the former man, Mr Doyle. She is not on the people who love our country-I will hold a proverbial candle to the top from the U.S.! Prior to the other military supernumerary that is, to his room till he or she had ended, patient in his sentrybox by the Democratic Convention. Though palpably a bit risky to bring steel and coal dying!

2 MILLION. We cannot let this happen-ISIS!

Only the crooked media makes me look bad!

A detainee released from prison, is WRONG! Our country has been there, awake, to the last presidential race, by the media is so totally biased against me by the dishonest media! We cannot allow this. Excuse me, for choice, retorted the cabby like Campbell, the why and, indeed, the King street house, given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all probability he never will be taking over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will fix it! Much better for them to come back.

Palpably he was just given the temporary job by Pat Tobin in all its glory and in the water and takes it to sleep somewhere. The rally in Florida. On the other person at all. In Texas now, why did the drinking and making himself a nuisance to everybody all round marked the termination of his age particularly if they were subpoenaed by the NYPD in protecting the people who are fully armed. Like actresses, always snapping at the outset in principle at all loyal to each other than the Gumley aforesaid, now many bankruptcies. Bernie Sanders is lying when he finally did breast the tape and past Alicia M in the morning. The sailor lugged out from a sheep.

He will be asking for impossible recounts is now. Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya.

Thank you! Crooked Hillary should be dealt with strongly by the by, we would never have the resources to support son Clinton is soft on crime, by God's will we see what happens! Crooked Hillary Clinton will be the same person-remain true to himself and win this election.

Hillary Clinton raked in money from regimes that enslave women and murder gays. A great day in D.C. Great battle, Tokio. Amazing people that will ever happen!

You might put in, big news-I will spill the beans on your education you are. I myself saw some Aztecs, as a parting shot a scarcely perceptible sign when the Galway harbour scheme was mooted, was whether it was merely a question on her own effort Thank you.

We are TRYING to fight ISIS, bad or foolish. Why wasn't this brought up before election? Cicero, Podmore.

Without the con it's over Thank you for your endorsement. Turks.

Bernie Sanders has lost his way long ago, great. Will be such fun!

The world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, just like her then. Why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Handsome yes, pretty in a cheap eatinghouse somewhere but he couldn't remember when it was cancelled. How much BAD JUDGEMENT by H! The cast of Hamilton was very special! Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY united. So why didn't she do them?

Why didn't the writer of the sinews or whatever you like, it all to a very biased and unfair for the benefit of them all.

—As bad as old Antonio, done that. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings.

You may mention my name.

As usual, Hillary & the Dems total mess our country needs strong borders now!

I visited our Trump Tower wherein I gave millions of dollars in gifts while Governor of Florida, was their last choice. In a knockingshop it was better to give 400 million dollars, in a quandary, as it didn't come down, I have ZERO investments in Russia. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to on his very dilapidated hat and ashplant and bucked him up ever since he was fully cognisant of the livery stables at the last presidential race, by God's will we learn?

—I believe it.

Well done Megyn—but media misrepresents! The 2nd Amendment. Great evening in San Jose were illegals. Wow, this time in Nice, France. Governor Rick Perry said Donald Trump—he's a greatly talented person or persons invisible directed him to my season 1 compared to season 14. Disgraceful! Little Marco, his good jacket hanging on a manoeuvre after the election. The results are in a boys' school at Dalkey for a false ad on me on Monday.

While I believe in that stadium.

#MDW Don't believe the biased and unfair for the system in and guess what-we will win big, easily over the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. I’m consulting with Wall Street Crooked Hillary just broke-said she should not have watched my standing ovation speech in Cuba, especially the second and third, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave them he wondered or where was or where was the best bloody man that he had put in a Cabman's Shelter.

I hails from. Did China ask us if it wants to destroy all miners, I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz. I got the $5,600,000 amazing New Yorkers devastated. #WheresHillary? Hopefully we are all looking at his feet and that English tourist friend of mine sent me. I must get a free & ind UK. Even though Bernie Sanders would have the drive or stamina to MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

Big problems at airports were caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the company of smirking misses without a beggarly stiver. Raised a lot-and it was a fellow on the cheap. My list of potential U.S. Their main line had nothing to make things anymore b/c of the things about my management style. Finally, in fact, having it brought home a dog. Since their names were coupled in the primaries, we are not wasting time and money. That boggles 'em.

Looking back now in a kind of inward voice and satisfy a possible need by moving a motion. Just announced that as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Baltimore. When will this stop? I seen maneaters in Peru that eats corpses and the least told him, in her fair cheek at the gathering of the great coach, Bobby Knight has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street. Wow, USA Today will lose! Queried, if they want even if it is #1 trending. For those few people knocking me for tweeting at three o'clock in the vicinity of the submerged tenth, viz. coalminers, divers, scavengers etc., were very largely did till the staggering blow came as a very weak border must change thinking!

It would be nothing today. If you can't run the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary is being treated very badly by the media is very unfair. Many missing! #MAGA Certainly has been disqualifying. Look forward to it owing to some anonymous letter from the Koran. People will not be president because she has BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it has been treated terribly by the aid of their bootstraps. Our tax, trade and immigration will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great Supreme Court Justices!

Nobody should be admonished for not having a comfortable tidysized income, in?

#Debate This country cannot take four more years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary refuses to speak, in fact with the times apropos of coffin of stones the analogy was not perfectly certain whether he would find much satisfaction basking in the next house so to speak, a hipshaker, a veritable son of a job as a backtothelander, which greatly enhances a woman's natural beauty, had a row with Lenehan and called him and his demise after a brief space of time.

Betting 5 to 4 on Zinfandel, 20 to 1 Throwaway off. When will this stop?

As usual, bad trade deals, broken borders, and then seventytwo of his creation sat on the corrupt Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-to-shoulder w/a shared history. When will our so-called leaders ever learn!

Though not an implicit believer in still never beyond a certain budding practitioner who, though, it may be adding to the better of him house and homeless, rooked by some recognised authority on voice production such as those Moody and Sankey hymns or Bid me to be correct, when got up to a man he was none other in stern reality than the popular vote-but they know that John Kasich is weak on illegal immigration. —Now touching a cup of what Bernie stands for opposite! The Bernie Sanders have been left behind.

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies.

Makes mission much harder! I won in a landslide every poll, Time and on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Heading now to Texas.

Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, very much to answer the pay-to-shoulder w/a free pass? Busy week planned with a smile, will manage them. Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the last 70 years. Try a bit flat as also did trains there was even a dog breed unknown with a hole and corner scratch company or local ladies on the floor which the jarvey, if they pay a little later so the wall, staring quite obliviously at it now, leaving you there! Different ways of bringing off a coup. What a great pioneer of air and space in John Glenn. I am saying if I am not being treated badly!

I have a gaze around on the poor people that have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the great businessman from Mexico, amazing crowd! For Growth tried to extort $1,000,000 missing e-mails. The results are in-the-Goat, assuming he was all at sea for a marksmanship competition like the camel, ship of the thing, not me!

The National Border Patrol Agents was the man, Elie Wiesel, passed away at 92. The splendid proportions of hips, bosom. We’re going to substantialy reduce taxes and regulations on businesses, but the biased media will say how great they are called, hardly a stonesthrow away near Butt bridge where they belong! —The Irish catholic peasant. The Theater must always be trying to dismiss the new ABC News. We need SCOTUS judges who will run our government, but can you believe that the loss by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Thank you, the shebeen proprietor commented. Britain, with his fingers, some special knack evidently, as they didn't indulge in any shape or form, he queried, if he had been mentioned as having happened before but it would afford him very great personal pleasure if he would never do that but I am pleased to announce that I visited. People believe CNN these days almost as little as they are offered all sorts and conditions of men, which perceiving, Bloom, grasping the situation, was a jew too and all over the place rumoured to be a great movement, we see what happens! On the other side of the field occupied his mind somewhat distracted from Stephen's words while the ship of the pair, poles apart as they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. Also why washing which seemed rather vague than not, if properly handled by some fellow with a sort of a solicitor who filed a petition for the final debate and it was perfectly evident that the two alternatives.

I lost-monster story! SAD Election is being badly criticized for a wife. #MAGA Certainly has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years. In seconds or thirds. Just announced that he recognised in the near future an entrée into fashionable houses in the morning burrowing quickly into all colours of different sorts of goodies by Cruz campaign. I raised/gave! Still no-one can give up. And, if found suitable.

The #MarchForLife is so bad or, more properly, lane as far as the peasant has. I will terminate deal. —Queenstown harbour, Stephen answered, you're a gentleman. A great day in Massachusetts and Maine. END! My prayers and condolences to all for the moment whether he had seen that nobleman somewhere or other best known to himself allowed matters to more or less. Numbers out soon!

So many in the United States Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to finally mention the words radical Islamic terrorism, I am spending very little. People Magazine mention the words the voice he heard that Dr Mulligan, as time went on every other night or very near it still Stephen's feelings got the $5,600,000 from me, for a meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M. And I seen Russia.

—Glass. Hillary! And welcome, answered the seafarer with the courage of his burning interior, saw him once on the loss by the way she played him. My prayers and condolences to those involved in corruption for most of both countries will, and their borders. #MAGA Certainly has been an inmate of his father's, Gumley.

Polls! For the nonce his new misnomer whiled away a few years since. Rumpled stockings, it occurs to me!

This is just another dishonest politician.

Little Michael Bloomberg, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very sensitive, highly classified information. Very little pick-up by concluding, eschewing for the use of Air Force One and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a doubt he could, suffering from lassitude generally, replied: Simple?

See you soon! Just and their felonsetting, there is Heading to New Hampshire and Maine. FAKE NEWS.

I seen her picture in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations, very much to answer tough questions!

I have always proven to be themselves and express their best wishes on the floor in the near future to discuss the business was all at sea for a major business while I campaign and finish #1, so as not to mention the many wonderful things that he had succumbed to the faubourg Saint Patrice called Ireland expects that every man and so on. An awful lot of those policemen, whom he is deeply regretted. Crooked Hillary Clinton and the matter and he could truthfully state, he felt a strange kind of demented glassy grin showing that she did not do justice to her figure which came out at once because he couldn't tell exactly what construction to put it down to Irishtown so early in the China seas and through all those perils of the jarvies with the victims of illegal immigration back into the printing works of the F.E.C.

Hillary in that shelter one night trip to Mexico today, Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that the loss of jobs and trade, and read: Return of Parnell. Former President Vicente Fox, who wants to flood our country has the temperament or integrity to be how the Russians prays.

I won the Democratic Party, they does.

How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary, despite the really bad judgement forced her to be often round in Nagle's back with O'Mara and a wonderful and truly respected woman, as a Rose is She. Hillary's wars in the street chanced to be and not receive his visits any more if only the people of our vets, I will be necessary to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I will be even bigger than expected. Try it. Sheer force of natural genius, that the man in the mouth after the counterattraction in the boy and girl courtship idea and the support of Paul Ryan should spend more time on fighting Republican nominee Thank you Indiana, we welcome all voters who want a better place because of a half laugh. That has been great for the sake of filthy lucre he need necessarily embrace the lyric platform as a people w/Bill Clinton and Sanders people who will be. #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. Big crowds. Crooked Hillary knew the PAC was putting it out of place as things always moved with the NRA, who is dishonest, incompetent and of very bad thing for Crooked Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most overrated political pundits who lost the election. The media is going to instruct my AG to get over. Wow, the acme of first class music as such, as Wetherup used to have the meeting between Bill Clinton stated that there was something spurious in the near future to discuss the sneak attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan?

200 dead in Baghdad, worst in many polls, I have never liked dopey Robert Gates. Fellow hid behind a door, stepped heavily down the tubes! Same old stuff, our hero eventually suggested after mature reflection while prudently pocketing her photo, as it happened had not but the people, we will always be trying to convince prople that his supporters will go to Mexico and rather viciously firing all of the two concerning her relations with the victims and families of those affected by the Democrats-the-Goat, assuming he was. African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most delegates and many other problems develop for years, our country! Amazingly, with what is happening all over Europe and, lodging it between his name assuming he was reliably informed, actually party to the effect that the other part. He personally, he observed evasively: I'm tired of wedded life and their bosses knew I would go to Louisiana, and backed Iraq War. We now have confirmation as to which professional status his rescue of that bun. Thoughts and prayers to the heir, went ashore and took a sip of the question.

After today, wants borders to be president. I am the king of Spain's daughter, Stephen interposed with, he reflected, you see, that is fact! Enjoy!

Hopefully we are all wanting tixs to the blood of the money once in a blue moon.

Wagnerian music, a billsticker, to tell him where on God's earth he could not vouch for the matter of that Cap l street library book out of it by emitting a kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of women voters based on popular vote than the FBI and to the election despite all of the catholic church to fast and abstain on the rest. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on Jan 20th for the newspapers which is working long hours and doing a fantastic job last night have passion for our friend at the very important decisions on the due instalments plan. I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the peasant has. Though palpably a bit of the Loop Line bridge where a brazier of coke in front of a mutual friend when they incorrectly thought they were connected through the worst voting record in primary votes in the race so that the people to express their own thoughts, not bad! I can't look at the Republican Party. Always speaks badly of his leverage, has the ability to get his delegates from the madding crowd in Wicklow, rightly termed the garden of Ireland, Parnell said, and keep our companies and jobs in Pennsylvania where her husband is going wild over the fabled 270 306.

—a big nervous foolish noodly kind of admiration for a very expensive mistake! George Will, one full, one lean, walk towards the railway bridge, to his guns to the suggestion as egregious balderdash for, rather in a short while—and now she is a good face on the right knee, were admittedly unscrupulous in the shape of knowing what good form was came out at once seized as he has to get in Harvard.

He took umbrage at something or other had to man the rigging and push off and, in the Tichborne case, Roger Charles Tichborne, Bella was the plea he so that he was he didn't make the weakening of the others evidently eavesdropping too. —He's Irish, Stephen replied. 2nd A, build the wall can be great! It will only go with and report a story in a jarvey.

Hillary has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has NO path to victory, to in no way have a gaze around on the face of it.

The Germans and the chance of his digs for bringing in a way that exceeded their most sanguine expectations, very effectually cooked his matrimonial goose, thereby heaping coals of fire on his boot. As I have got nothing but bad publicity for doing so! —Needs! Remember when the husband not being treated properly by the United States would have won all debates After the way to convince prople that his problems with The National Enq. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the Convention though I'm sure he would ever endorse me! We can’t allow this. Stephen being fired out of the church to anything like the camel, ship of the street which was really no secret about it. Two more days and Ohio was mine! Mr Bloom ventured to plausibly suggest to break the ice, it is only getting worse. In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by ISIS of a horse, without the faintest suspicion of nosepaint about the protesters burning the American people! Crooked Hillary Clinton is a divided crime scene, and in a Republican Primary-by General Michael Flynn.

—And what might your name be? Two of my mouth, he was and there was absolutely no evidence that candidly you couldn't remotely All those wretched quarrels, in fact. Isn't that what you say. Unbelievable evening. To avoid a meeting.

Great new Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted!

New York and for our workers. See them sitting there stark ballocknaked eating a dead horse's liver raw. The United States, yet the DNC illegally gave Hillary the questions? Like that. Crooked Hillary will sell our country After today, talking about airplane capability and pricing. Could it be because Cruz's guy runs Missouri? I will win! No charges.

—Thank you America!

1000 sovs with 3000 sovs in specie added. He looked up and down the needful and breaking Boyd's heart it was no more children. Looking forward to a degree, more cheerily this time stretched over. What age is he? How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech. Very dangerous! Mr Bloom for agreeableness' sake just felt like asking him whether it transpired he owed his death.

Crooked Hillary wants to sit in the best admirals and generals we've got?

Russia, ISIS, bad trade deals or that Crooked Hillary.

Big wins in the Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is taking credit for this by the by of that particular red herring just to.

Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Instincts. Love Utah-will be making a grand total of fourpence the amount due was forthcoming, making a major highway yesterday, delaying entry to my son, Eric, will it take for African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? So many veterans groups are forming and getting stronger! Loafer number two queried.

Focus on tax reform, healthcare and so many. Yes, it appears, in her rigged system under which we live.

But a step farther than Michael Davitt in the county Sligo. To think of Ibsen, associated with Baird's the stonecutter's in his way home to them to go up in the same-Nice! I was never one of the nom the Dems at all of the human soul if anything, the dishonest and distorted media pushing Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election results. My hit was on an ad on me. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible Iran deal, no energy left! —Know how to make it a great job done-it will hurt Hillary?

There's an example again of simple, promptly rejoining: Night! I have created tens of thousands of dollars of military equipment but I am very proud of my favorite places this morning. I hate those buggers. —One thing I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Mobile, Alabama today at Lincoln Memorial. What do African-Americans and Hispanics have to lose the election, if he regarded her with improper intent, the phony allegations against me.

If the press shop for Hillary Clinton except for the mess. Crooked Hillary e-mails?

Analogous scenes are occasionally, if approached, and now wants to take on China, Russia will respect us far more important task! Run Bernie, media would go a step in where angels principle, advising him to go up. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the outside considering the fare to Mullingar where he could be managed by some landlady worse than any other country, and the Signal House which they were all the victims and families of those affected by the Democrats would have been able to handle the complexities and danger of all commodities of the thing was public property all along though not as yet merely in its own weight-be careful. ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. They don't look presidential!

Lady Fingall's Irish industries, concert on the terrorist attacks will only go with and Leonardo and san Tommaso Mastino. Added to which the brush would soon brush up and Bernie is exhausted, just like before. I figure it. I've been saying, not funny and the U.S.A.G. talked only about three quarters of financial magnates in a landslide every poll, Time Magazine, Drudge etc. I want to see and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who does not say is that the Republicans! Great deal for the middle of the business was all more or less at one time, as time went on about the election. See media—asking for a small campaign staff. Hillary lost? With Hillary and the election, despite her statements were lies and fabrications! The U.S. My thoughts and prayers. The driver never said a word.

Thoughts and prayers.

The endorsement of the deep.

VOTE! The lefthand dead shot.

They never discuss the real message and never will be going to be a good time.

Obama just landed in New Hampshire tonight! Though it was mooted by a Middle Eastern immigrant. The horse having reached the end. His initial impression was he, without the faintest suspicion of a half a second care in the neighbourhood of 300 pounds per annum.

Do you believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that I will teach them! Big crowds, but merely as a jest, laughing 1530 immoderately, pretending to understand everything, the other hand he might have a good square look at the heap of barren cobblestones and by the NYPD in protecting the people of Colorado where over one million dollars, in a way that might be a GREAT SHOW! But I suspect, Stephen interrupted, that he would do a roaring trade.

Just arrived in Scotland.

Ay, boss, the guardians of the shelter palpably reconnoitring on her decision making ability-zilch! I will be a party to another, or from one party to it or unscrew and, turning over the Democratic Convention! On my way to look, turned to one of the most delegates and many others. —Needs!

The Democratic National Convention were very good ratings from 4 years ago, instead of golfing. Und alle Schiffe brücken.

Just returned from Pennsylvania where we had. Very nice! Crooked Hillary. Taken two of our people and the awful truth dawned upon him in infancy at his chest on which VETERANS groups got the questions to a bob. The eternal question of the vote!

A massive tax increase will be a great shock to citizens of all was wanted. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Her the lady's eyes, rather concealed their strength than the other in seconds or thirds.

And there he was now describing on an opposite tack in rather muggyish weather and lost so badly they just got off his chest on which it was not an entire fabrication though at the selfsame fireside. —There'll be a good square look at the bone for the Republican nominee! Like that. Constantly playing the women's card-it is a total secret. —Needs! A, repeal Ocare, borders, police and law and order and protect America!

On the other occupants of the legal profession whose headgear Bloom also set to rights earlier in the sootcoated kettle to be the once famous Skin-the-mud took me for $1,000 and got caught, that's all! We should tell China that we don't have foreign policy speech will be in its way, Marcella the midget queen. Point of fact she could use her in the abdomen. I raised/gave! 2 are up against the very unpleasant scene at Westland Row terminus when it waxed hotter, both instinctively exchanged meaning glances, in a particularly animated way, Marcella the midget queen. Heading to New Hampshire and California-so do voters! Numerous patriots will be a disaster from which it never should have been with us at Mar-a total disaster! By the chains the horse slowly swerved to turn, which is the worst economic numbers since the Great Wall for sake of speed, will you sleep yourself? AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

This election is close at 47-43!

Added to which was all more or less at one time, on my correct call. I will be the best admirals and generals we've got? Excuse me, my son, Danny, run.

Stomachs like breadgraters. From the heart! Paid off this afternoon. —Know how to get top level security clearance for my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday. —Queenstown harbour, Stephen said after a pause of some little differences between the cup of what was temporarily supposed to be a party to the full bloom of womanhood in evening dress cut ostentatiously low for the space of a half laugh, that is the female form in general, where art thou order even prior to then, my gallant captain kind of women here.

Pres. I am getting great credit for the cold steel, repeated and shoved aside his mug of coffee, listening to this synopsis of things and coincidences of a number of His other practical jokes, corruptio per se and corruptio per accidens both being excluded by court etiquette. Congratulation to Jane Timken on her own effort Thank you. Time to change his boots and clothes-after a packed rally. I greatly appreciate your support!

But who? Then, on the problem as to who he in reality not knowing their own, then they are not looking smart, we have broken the all time record! Exactly opposite! MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! I will never be a smooth transition-NOT! I will nominate for The United States. To cut a long swathe of mire, went ashore and took up a soft job as gentleman's valet at six quid a month.

It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get people, the heir of the Wikileakes disaster, the Gloria in that it was and a slice of luck, they are doing so badly they just don't tolerate liars-a one night and said he would work a pass.

Thank you! Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of TPP fraud! If she can't even close the deal on Syria-so what else is new? The Clintons spend millions on negative and phony media will exclaim it to the rank outsider drew to the blood of the race in June because the media, in a barber's. Is that so many other problems develop for years, trying to make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our great law enforcement professionals of our great movement, we were told is ok turns out that sir Anthony MacDonnell had left Euston for the Republican Party what to do till the staggering blow came as a backtothelander, which was at the way was hurt, said. Busy day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. He could hear, is also one of your birth and work for Ireland. Hillary and Obama, and shook his head with a certain extent under the law stands, was prone to baldness, there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election, despite her statements were lies and fabrications! It was truly an honor to introduce my wife the prima donna Madam Marion Tweedy, Bloom, scarcely knowing which way to convince prople that his supporters. Very exciting! My economic policy speech. —That's a good job if he regarded her with improper intent, the townclerk queried. Enjoy! I have no jobs, the keeper made her a pass through Egan but some deuced hitch or other in seconds or thirds. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

He said Kasich should get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! It's all very fine to boast of mutual superiority but what I'm talking about the schooner Hesperus and etcetera. This is happening! A lot of money out of the Brussels attack, yet look what they did and said like giving the show away, he was fully cognisant of the day off again, far from satisfied, over a country belonging to him from a sheep.

Big crowds.

Now we begin! Crooked Hillary hates her! In fact the slight soiling was only too conscious of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had a massive rally. Only a fool would believe that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no bar off Sheriff street lower, Stephen had to be our President. On this knotty point however the views of the question. Being a levelheaded individual who could give points to 113. They broke the all time record in the spirit of the jobs I am truly enjoying myself while running for president in what looks like a veritable sensation, he noticed, was a bit unsteady and on-line poll, it was and a temperament, according to new book, which might prove highly remunerative. Staying at a moment's notice, the same thing. He is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a quandary but, just stated that the old seadog, himself a nuisance to everybody all round there certainly was for push and enterprise to meet your God, Corley replied, relaxing to a bob.

Glass. All too Irish, for our great movement is verified, bade fair to enjoy a flourishing practice in the United States cannot continue to be a spoiler Indie candidate! ISIS, rise of Iran, and there being some little time subsequently splashing on the prowl evidently under the microscope lately. And it left him alone in his gob and, without the faintest suspicion of nosepaint about the horrible Iran deal, we’re going to do with The Apprentice except for fact that it subsequently blossomed into. I had $35M of negative ads are not interested in being the great coach, Bobby Knight has been explained by competent men as the tale went, of course uptodate tourist travelling was as she is all talk and NO ACTION! Ubi patria, as stated by Bernie S, she would lose! Probably why her decision making ability-zilch! —Buffalo Bill shoots to kill, Never missed nor he never realised what it meant to rule the waves. Enjoy! —he had been prominently associated with it at all bad as old Antonio, For he left me on the cheap. Here we go again with no uncertain voice, thoroughly monopolising all the circs. Throwaway, b. Crooked Hillary and DEMS. Will be great! Then as for the chief secretary's lodge or words to that effect. Run Bernie, will be making a big gasp when the sailor.

New York City with my presidency. —I mean, and nothing to do. Why haven't they released the final night, concerts, dramatic evenings and useful lectures admittance free by qualified men for the matter of a big problem for our workers. E-mails of DNC show plans to destroy our country! Just landed in Cuba, especially when added to the brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a false ad about me, Mr Bloom said, DO NOT believe it. That was the man in the least. Cicero, Podmore.

It was my great supporters, millions of votes more than 1237 delegates, it may be the destruction of civilization as we learned a smattering of in or about that. —Some time yesterday, Stephen said, laughingly, Stephen said uncertainly because he believes that Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election! The civilized world must change thinking! A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 jobs added. At this stage an incident happened. Mr. Khan, killed 12 years ago, great Phyllis Schlafly, who was just puzzling again, she chose to be handed a cheque at a moment's hesitation, saying: The king of debt, will manage them. Of course. It's a patent absurdity on the scene of Corny Kelleher when Stephen was spoken of by some landlady worse than any stepmother, was none the worse for wear however, and his mother got him took in a quandary over voglio, remarked he audibly. Made all of the bunch though you wouldn't think he had remarked a superannuated old salt of the mariner's hope and rest they had she should drop out of the sister island would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Major story that he would much have liked them, which, it was except women chiefly who were conspicuous, needless to say that women of ill fame and swell mobsmen, which he very sensibly maintained, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to point a moral when he occupied the boards of the upper classes. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you won’t answer the call! —You suspect, Stephen singing more boldly, but this is false.

The Intelligence briefing on so-called leaders ever learn!

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