#mo jennings

[loremori]

Martin Freeman (158/366)

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (2005)

Directed Garth Jennings

Writer Douglas Adams Karey Kirkpatrick

Novel Douglas Adams

[justineportraits]

Ula Mos -Jen Broomall Philly Angel cover

[queen-of-boops]

Are You The One? Cast Preview

Fic coming November 23rd, 2022. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

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[chradi]

Apparently it’s common for warforged to be made of vines and wooden fibers and the such under the metal or rock plating. Ergo MO-XI is turning into a warforged

[ulrichgebert]

Beschäftigten uns dann mittels The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy wieder eingehend mit der Frage nach dem Leben, dem Universum und dem ganzen Rest. Die Antwort, das wissen sie ja alle, ist 42. Was genau die Frage ist, wird im Film wesentlich ungenauer beantwortet, als im Buch, und überhaupt nimmt er sich einige Freiheiten, wenn man mal darauf achtet. Das macht aber eigentlich nichts. Hauptsache, Sie wissen, wo Ihr Handtuch ist.

[wileys-russo]

j.hermoso II jesus (18+)

j.hermoso II jesus (18+) this is basically just smut with a hint of a plot since i am disgustingly down bad for ms hermoso at the moment, minors DNI.

from the moment you met jenni, you knew she was something special.

you'd been introduced at a going away dinner for one of your school friends who jenni apparently now played football with. it was safe to say sports had never been your thing, and despite the fact you grew up in a football mad household you couldn't have cared less.

but that all changed when you met jenni, much to the ongoing teasing from a few of your friends who also played whose games you'd been invited to and no showed at for years.

which is how you found yourself screaming your lungs out in a barcelona jersey, a constant source of amusement for your friends as you tried desperately to follow along with the rules and failed miserably despite your girlfriends dedication to teaching you.

"thats not a free kick, thats offside!" you yelled as your girlfriend was booked, your best friend pulling you to sit down. "yeah it was. jenni was offside and a foul means a free kick, we've been over this!" carmen laughed shaking her head as your face warmed and you buried it in your hands.

"you'll get it one day. just probably after your girlfriends retired and you don't have to go and watch anymore." the girl rubbed your back reassuringly as you shot her a playful glare and shoved her lightly.

"duty calls!" carmen teased as the game had finished and jenni waved her hands around to capture your attention, gesturing for you to meet her down at the barrier. "wait you're not coming?" you frowned as your friend made no move to follow you.

"surprised you even noticed, the moment you're within five feet of her you get those little lovesick tunnel vision puppy dog eyes." carmen grinned as you scoffed. "i do not!" you crossed your arms over your chest with a frown.

"oh but you do. but its fine go see your girl amiga, i'll call you later!" and with that you both exchanged hugs, her heading off one direction as you went the other. "hola princesa." jenni beamed the moment she spotted you, her grabby hands making you laugh as she helped you over the barrier.

"hola, goal scorer." you grinned, relaxing the moment her toned tattooed arms wrapped tightly around you. "oh those? they were nothing!" jenni waved off making you roll your eyes in amusement.

"so modest mi amor." you patted her shoulder, squealing as she spun you around and pecked your lips repeatedly. "jen people will take photos." you cautioned softly, squeezing her bicep in warning as she pulled away.

"a quién le importa? let them, let everyone know you are mine." the taller girl smiled charmingly, pearly whites and bright eyes having your knees buckle a little. "such a gentlewoman." you chuckled, leaning up to peck her lips a few times making her grin widen.

"you should agree with her that the goals were nothing chica, if her head gets much bigger she will not fit through the change room door!" leila teased clearly having overheard your previous conversation, shoving your girlfriends forehead as she passed, sprinting away with a laugh as jenni lunged for her.

"corre rápido idiota!" jenni yelled after her with a roll of her eyes, flipping her off as you pushed down her hand and reminded her again of the multitude of phone cameras currently present.

"qué estás haciendo?" the brunette frowned as you closed one eye and pressed your fingers against her forehead.

"just measuring mi vida, have to make sure you still fit through my door."

as much as you were nothing but content in your relationship with jenni you'd only been seeing one another for a few months and it was far too soon to have moved in, so you spent a few nights a week together at either her place or yours.

another thing you knew to be certain about the spanish striker was that nothing got her going like the thrill of a big win when she'd scored the goals, so it wasn't a surprise that the moment you crossed the threshold of your apartment her hands were wandering.

"do you not want dinner? if you don't keep these to yourself hermoso you won't be getting it!" you warned with a smile, smacking away her hands where they sat on your hips and toyed with the hem of your shirt as you stood trying to chop vegetables.

"no i'm hungry for something else." she purred suggestively, plucking the knife from your hand and spinning you so your back was pressed lightly against the counter, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"so needy jennifer." you teased, leaning up to kiss her but stopping right as your lips ghosted hers and twisted up into a grin, a perfectly manicured eyebrow raised in your direction.

"me? oh no mi amor, that is all you. or it will be in about...ten minutes." she pretended to check a watch as you rolled your eyes, hand coming up to cup the back of her neck and pulling her down closer to you.

"you need that long? you're losing your edge baby." you tutted teasingly, watching as something shifted in her gaze, the playful twinkle that always burned brightly dimming a little replaced with something slightly more lustful, even predatory.

"that sounds like a challenge guapa."

you squealed as suddenly your legs were wrapped around her waist and you were carried off into the bedroom by the footballer, wasting no time kissing at her neck now you had the opportunity.

"hey no you're the winner here mi amor, let me take care of you for once." you tried to climb on top of her as your back hit the mattress of your bed, pushed back down as your girlfriend hovered over you with a shake of her head.

"no i know what i want my reward to be princesa, so let me have it." pearly white teeth bore down on you in a wolfish grin as your lips tugged into a smile.

"and you know you want me." and there it was, the relentlessly cocky confident smirk that admittedly had you swooning not that you tried to let her know that, leila wasn't wrong about her head growing as her ego swelled.

"do i need to measure your head again?" you snickered, teasingly holding a hand up as she swatted it away and tutted. "well should we see if it still fits between your legs mi niña?" the striked purred, effectively silencing you as your cheeks flushed red.

"so cute when you blush princesa, nothing else to say mm?" her grin grew, your eyes fluttering shut and a hand coming to tangle in her head as her lips peppered your neck with butterfly kisses.

slender tattooed fingers slid slowly up your bare legs, coming to rest just beneath the hem of your her shorts.

your breath hitched as jenni's strong hands slowly moved even higher up your thighs, going as far as to teasingly flick the top string of your underwear causing the lace to snap back against your hips.

"shut up." you exhaled, gaining a burst of confidence to push her off of you, catching the older girl off guard as you moved now on top of her, tugging your shirt off and feeling your own ego swell as you tossed it over your shoulder and her darkened gaze dropped right to your bare chest.

"my eyes are up here." you mocked with a grin, jenni letting out a small chuckle. "wasn't your eyes I intended to look at anyway." the striker bit back, one hand gripping the back of your neck and pulling your mouth down to meet hers again.

the kiss was passionate as always but now far less sweet than all those shared earlier on the drive home from the game. "off." you mumbled against your girlfriends lips, pulling at the hem of her own shirt.

"no." she smiled into the kiss, feeling you huff shortly after but you knew better than to try and take it off yourself. instead your hands tangled themselves in jenni's hair which was out for once, nails scraping gently down the thick base of her neck and back up again, tugging gently at the jet black strands.

your bucked a little on top of her, her feather light touch slowly trailing to rest just above your shorts, pointer finger tracing shapes on the warm skin of your lower stomach.

"jenni." you breathed out shakily as the older girls hand slid into your shorts, slender fingers pressing teasingly against your underwear as her lips moved to pay some attention to your neck.

"mm?" the striker hummed, not wasting anytime before her teeth nipped at the sweet spot of your neck just below your ear she knew all too well, sucking harshly of course leaving a bright red hickey as they pulled away with a small pop and you couldn't help but moan.

"better mi amor, not so quiet now hm?" her breath was warm as she chuckled, nose tucking into your collar bone and before you could even blink suddenly you were beneath her once more, raven hair falling around you both like a curtain.

"venga princesa, let me hear those pretty little noises." jenni cooed, hand still down your shorts but touching everywhere except for where you really needed her, a sharp pinch to your inner thigh having your head pressed back into the pillow with a whine.

"jódeme!" you moaned quietly, this time into her mouth as the word was swallowed by the strikers skillful tongue licking filthily against the roof of your mouth as your hips bucked, pushed back down into the mattress by her hand which moved to sit on your lower stomach.

"i'm trying, be patient bebita."

"please hurry up!" you exhaled needily, your hand knocking against hers trying to push it back where you needed her. "oh no no no mi amor, you do not tell me what to do. remember your place." her tone shifted into something more authoritative which made your head spin.

"but since you said please." your hands flew to grip jenni's shoulders as the older girl slid two fingers inside you without warning, moving around in teasingly small circles.

"jenni!" you whined, a slight wince from the striker as your nails dug into her skin, creating moon shaped dents in the tanned flesh. "mi niña buena." the girl praised, free hand coming to caress your cheek.

"mierda!" you moaned louder this time, hips bucking as her fingers pistoned in and out of you picking up place now, slender and skillful as she knew exactly what to do to manipulate your body into giving her the reaction and validation she craved that she was making you feel good.

"you're so tight amor, are you close? don't lie to me." her breath was warm as it ghosted your ear, her teeth tugging at your ear lobe making you push your head back into the pillow with a nod.

"no no no jenni please." you whined as right as you neared your peak her strokes slowed, causing a frustrated groan to fall from your lips now as they stopped all together.

"remember princesa? patience. trust me, you know i make you feel good."

you didn't even have time to utter a word as you felt jenni shift on top of you, weight moving as she slid down the bed a little more, lips kissing their way down your body agonizingly slow.

hands pulled your shorts and underwear in one move as your hips bucked again at the feeling of cool air blowing against you. you reached down and tangled a hand in jenni's hair again as the girl settled between your legs with a wink that almost had you moaning again.

still teasingly slow she peppered butterfly kisses up the inside of your thighs before her teeth grazed the skin with a nip, pushing your legs apart again as you clenched them together with need.

"jen please!" you just managed to breath out as the striker gently blew air along the fresh hickies now littering your inner thighs that you knew you'd be complaining about later, voice cracking with your words.

jenni didn't even need to say a word as her gaze flicked up to meet yours, moving to press a kiss on your lower stomach, hazel eyes alight with lust, confidence only growing as she saw the need clearly reflected on your face.

"qué? use your words cariño." the girl teased, softly kissing your stomach again as her thumbs traced circles into your hips. though right as you tried to tell her exactly what you wanted they dissipated into a moan as her tongue pressed flat against your centre.

"jesus jenni!" you exhaled, hips pinned to the bed by her large hands as you squirmed, sensitive from the bleeding remnants of your destroyed orgasm earlier.

"jesus!" you repeated louder this time, tugging on her hair which spurred her own further, her lips wrapping around your bud and sucking sending your head pushing back into the pillow with a whine, body pinned flat to the mattress as you continued to squirm.

"sí amor! sí sí sí." you chanted feeling the pressure rise again, the coil in your stomach tightening hard and fast as her tongue skillfully flicked and pressed seemingly everywhere all at once.

though right before you could come, again any trace of jenni disappeared and your eyes widened in disbelief as the older girl sat up, simply staring down at you wordlessly with a cocky smile, raven hair pushed messily to one side of her head.

"jenni are you fucking serio-" you began to tell her off with a growl, far from appreciating this ongoing teasing, your words cut off by fingers suddenly replacing her tongue as jenni laid down and pressed your bodies together again, tasting yourself on your girlfriends lips as they moved against yours swallowing your anger in a sloppy kiss.

"jesus faster!" you moaned into her mouth, the girl only slowing her pace in response causing you to drag your nails down her back in frustration as jenni smirked, ego ablaze right now feeling you buck and squirm under her.

the feeling of knowing you needed her, made jenni drunker with power than any alcohol could ever dream.

finally her fingers curled, hitting exactly where you needed her to and the striker made no move to slow down this time, your chants spurring her on, hissing as you pulled away and bit down on her shoulder which was still covered with a thin t-shirt.

"jesus jesus jesus jenni!" you cried out as finally you hit your peak, body bucking and squirming as the orgasm you'd been denied washed over you, jenni murmuring sweet nothings into your ears as she helped you ride it out.

gently she pulled her fingers away and shifted off of you as your arm came to cover your face which was burning bright red, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath.

"hola hermosa, estás bien?" jenni softly pushed your arm away, fingers moving a few strands of hair which clung to your sweat dampened forehead behind your ears, genuine care in her features as you nodded, still lost for words as you leaned up to peck her lips a few times.

as the taller girl laid back down you moved to tuck yourself into her arms, her hand moving softly up and down your back as you continued to bring yourself back down to earth.

"well princesa, that was less than ten minutes no?" "jenni you are so unromantic."

~

if there was something you knew you could count on with your girlfriend, it was that if that there was an opportunity to tease you she would take it.

despite being older by a few years your friends would all agree you were the more mature of the pair, your girlfriends sense of humor not dissimilar to that of a teenage boy experiencing puberty.

something you had no issues reminding her of time and time again or that she had no worries solidifying to be true over and over.

you set down her breakfast that next morning, kissing her softly and shooting her a playful glare as her hand collected your ass in a silent thank you, a wink the only response you got as she cut into her eggs.

plating up your own food you gave her a strange look as she moaned loudly at the first bite, lips tugging into an amused smile at the childish behavior. "jesus!" jenni moaned again, licking the tips of her fingers happily.

you hadn't quite caught onto her just yet.

"its good then?" you chuckled with a shake of your head, your girlfriend nodding with a happy hum before shoveling several more large forkfuls into her mouth as you winced.

"don't choke." you mumbled under your breath, grabbing your own plate and joining her at the table, the two of you eating in a comfortable silence, the news playing on the tv in the background.

"tan bueno mi princesa. jesus!" jenni moaned a few minutes later, pushing her empty plate away with a content sigh as you sent her a funny look then caught the slight smirk in her features.

then it clicked.

"are you mocking me?" you realized with a small gasp, dropping your fork as your eyes narrowed into a glare, crossing your arms across your chest. "me? amor no no i would never. god i am just so tired this morning, jesus!" she moaned once more as she stretched and your jaw clenched.

"you are so-" you inhaled sharply, unable to find the right word as you stood, grabbing your plate and leaving her to deal with hers. "irresistible?" she hummed, body pressed against yours from behind as you rinsed your plate in the sink.

"irritating." you scoffed, pushing back and sending her stumbling as you headed off for a shower, jenni stopped from following after you as the doorbell rang.

"gracias." you heard her thank whoever was there as you grabbed out a clean towel, leaving it in the bathroom as she called for you. you sent a polite smile to the postman lingering in the doorframe, a package tucked under your girlfriends arm as his clipboard was in her hand.

"amor can you just check i have signed this correctly?" jenni asked showing you the paper as you frowned, eyes scanning over her signature. "what is the second j for?" you asked confused, jenni handing the man his clipboard back with a nod.

"jesus jennifer hermoso, i think i might get it legally changed." your girlfriend replied nonchalantly as your eyes widened and cheeks grew pink with embarrassment, hurrying to almost slam the front door closed behind the confused looking delivery man.

"you are-" again you struggled to come up with the right words, the striker rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet with a cheeky grin, wiggling her eyebrows at your lack of response.

you could only huff, pushing at her chest and stalking off to the bathroom, hearing her hurry to put the package down and come after you, foot jammed in the door before you could shut it on her, slipping her body inside.

"now now mi amor don't be mad." jenni cooed, hands grabbing your face and pecking your lips repeatedly as you really hated how you couldn't stay mad at her, far too used to her annoyingly charming behaviour.

"would it make you feel better if we showered together and i helped you say you prayers?"

[stone-stars]

aka emily and murph having almost the same reaction to each other's (incredibly similar) choice

Transcript:

Moonshine (Emily): Just real quick, can you just give me-- flash me a smile Pendergreens? [Caldwell laughs] Pendergreens (Murph): Um. Uh, yeah y'know, I sort of-- when I smile, I do sort of an "o" face cause like when are you more happy than when you're…. uh. Slangin' some rope? (laughs) [Emily and Caldwell laugh.] Jake: (laughing) Oh my. Beverly (Caldwell): 'scuse me? Emily: (laughing) Moonshine vomits. Pendergreens: When you're-- [Breaks off as Murph cackles] [Caldwell and Emily laugh.] Pendergreens, through laughter: Uh-- moving on! Moving on. Caldwell: Please. [Murph and Emily laughing too hard to speak. Jake laughs too.] Pendergreens, still through laughter: Mo-- moving-- moving on. Gex (Caldwell): You know I've just been… so hung up on trying to get back with Agent Xtra, I haven't really thought about it, but… I mean, I'm a well-to-do lizard. I'm-- I'm young, hung, and fulla tongue. And I feel like-- [Emily cackles.] Nyack (Jake): Oh my god. Murph: Jens hangs up. Jens hangs up. [Caldwell cackles.] Emily: Onyx-- Onyx squirts her skirt. [Murph and Caldwell cackle. Emily and Caldwell keep laughing in the background as the others continue.] Nyack: I'm sorry, the-- like, the-- that was-- Murph: Jens vomits into the TV. Just… Nyack: That was uncouth. That was foul. I-- I'm gonna be sick. Murph, laughing: Squirts? Into her skirt? Nyack: Why did he say that? Murph, laughing: What the fuck? [Pause, as everyone laughs] What the? Caldwell: I'm-- I'm drooling. Nyack: Like two seconds ago he wasn't over his ex?

[anniebeemine]

barbershop- s.r x fem!reader

@spencerreidsreads and I were cracking up over videos of kids giving themselves haircuts, and thus, this was born

warnings: wife!reader, that's it

Spencer held the scissors, beginning with one angle before drawing back. He switched hands, sighing as he stared at his daughter.

“What did we learn today?” He asked gently, unsure of how he was going to break the news to his wife.

Jenna grinned. “I’m good at haircuts.”

“Uh,” Spencer started, “no, Jen Jen. You left your brother looking like a cantaloupe.”

Jenna pouted, her little hands on her hips, clearly offended by her dad’s assessment. “But Daddy, I cut around his ears just like you told me!” she argued, her voice filled with righteous confidence.

Spencer ran a hand through his hair, stifling a chuckle as he glanced over at his son, who was happily playing with his blocks, blissfully unaware of his new, uneven ‘haircut.’ Little tufts stuck out at odd angles, with one side suspiciously shorter than the other—a true masterpiece of sibling creativity. He couldn’t help but smile at the attempt at bangs she’d done on herself, one side far too short for even a baby bang.

“Now, I don’t know what to do about your hair,” he sighed.

Jenna tilted her head, her face scrunched in thought. "Maybe… you can just glue it back on?"

Spencer chuckled, ruffling the remaining uneven strands on her head. “Unfortunately, hair glue isn’t really a thing, sweetheart.” He pondered a children's wig, at least for a few weeks.

She sighed dramatically, folding her arms. “But Daddy, I was just trying to look pretty like Mommy.”

His heart softened. “You’re pretty just like yourself, Jenna. Just like how Tony was pretty before I had to shave his head.”

Jenna's eyes widened. "You’re gonna shave my head?" She gripped the hair she had left. "I don't want to be bald."

Spencer laughed softly, shaking his head. “No, no. Your hair can be saved… mostly.” He picked up a comb and began gently untangling the small knots she’d managed to create in her ambitious attempt at styling. “But next time, let’s leave the scissors to me, okay?”

She nodded solemnly, watching him in the mirror. “Promise.”

As he trimmed away the choppy edges, Spencer couldn’t help but smile. “You know, you and Tony are perfect just as you are. No haircuts needed.”

Jenna grinned at him, gap-toothed and proud. “Maybe I’ll be a hair cutter like you, Daddy.”

Spencer chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “Let’s aim for FBI agent first, okay?”

Spencer carefully snipped away at Jenna’s uneven locks, doing his best to make the cut look intentional. Each snip was met with Jenna’s wide-eyed curiosity as she sat perfectly still, watching his every move in the mirror. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt as he noticed just how much shorter one side was—she’d really gone for it.

“There,” he murmured after a few more trims, standing back to admire his work. “Not too bad. You almost look like Mommy with this style.”

Jenna beamed, her little hands patting down the now-even bob. “Do you think she’ll like it?”

Spencer grinned, nodding. He heard the front door slam, making his heart race just like it always did when you came home, but this time it was laced with a tiny bit of dread. “She’ll love it. And when she asks who did it, just say it was a very special, one-of-a-kind stylist.”

Jenna giggled, reaching up to squeeze his hand. “Thanks, Daddy.“

“You’re welcome, baby.” He kissed her forehead again, pulling away to dust off the hair from her shoulders. “Now, we just have to wait for mo-“

“Spencer!” You called, drawing out the final letter. “Please tell me this is your hair and not the kids’!”

Spencer froze, glancing at the pile of trimmings around his feet. He quickly exchanged a look with Jenna, who was now stifling her giggles with both hands.

He cleared his throat, forcing a calm smile. “Well, technically... it’s a mix of both,” he admitted, brushing the last few stray hairs off Jenna’s shoulders.

You appeared in the doorway, eyes widening as you took in the sight of Jenna’s new, uneven bob and Tony’s half-shaven head where he sat happily, completely oblivious.

“Oh, Spencer…” you sighed, covering your mouth as you fought a smile.

Spencer gave an apologetic shrug. “In my defense, I was trying to save Tony from looking like a cantaloupe and Jenna from her newfound career as a hairdresser.”

Jenna tugged on your sleeve. “Mommy, I wanted to look pretty like you!” she announced proudly, showing off her new haircut. She twirled, fluffing her locks lightly.

You softened, crouching down to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Well, I think you look beautiful, my little stylist.” You glanced up at Spencer with a smirk. “And next time, maybe you and Daddy can open your own salon.”

Spencer laughed, holding up his hands. “I think I’ll stick to profiling.” He looked at Jenna again. “It’s not too bad.”

You patted his chest. “I’ll make an appointment tomorrow.” You plucked Tony from the floor, grinning as he nuzzled into your neck. “And push back family pictures for a few months. Again.”

[mrs-pianofandom-98]

Poly coven head-cannons

Agatha:

Would Be in around her mid-thirtys,(35)

she would be a history professor

Was the one to joke about a polycule at frist

She had a one night stand with Jen in her twenties,her and Rio have been on and off for years. She met Lilia at the college she teaches at as Lilia was another professor. She met Alice when Jennifeir brought her over to their apartment.

Made sure their house had enough room for her personal study, Very selfish with her personal items mostly her text.

Is the only one in the relationship to drink black coffee

She can bake..but not cook.(Jen always teases her about it)

Listens to Lilias records as she doesnt like most music Jennifer and Alice listen to. Rios music taste she doesnt like at all.

Will cuddle Senor Scratchy if she is mad at any of the girls and sleep with him in her bed instead of them

Will not get out of bed no earlier then eight o’cloclk.

Rio

A year or so older then agatha (36)

A forensic scientist

Gardening with Jennifer is a hobby they bonded over before the relationship.

Is easily the most energetic in the relationship in a unhinged way.

Leaves all of the girls' favorite flowers randomly around the house.

Is not allowed in the kitchen at all unsupervised

Her music taste is the most similar to Alice’s but with more screamo.

Plays inny minny mo on whos shes going to sleep with in their room that night rarlet sleeps by herself.

Probably the most possessive of the girls as well but Agatha and jennifer are close.

Jennifer

Still an influencer but a degree in business.

Her and Agatha had a situationship in their college years.

Two years younger the Agatha (33)

Is the one who introduced skin care routines to all the girls and made sure they all had at least five steps into theirs.

Rio and Her have a mini garden where she grows most of the stuff for her products.

She's the early riser out of them all starts here day at 6;30 everyday

Plans most of their dates and outings.

Was the first person to Date Alice and introduce her to the others as they met at the mall.

Has a pet cat Alice got her for their first Christmas together it's a fluffy calico named precious she does not get along with Senor Scratchy.

Has a plan and scheduled for every single holiday or vacation trip they plan.

Lilia

The oldest (40)

Her and Agatha became friends with benefits during Agatha's first few years of being a professor.

Was a professor for Occult studies before her Syncope got to bad in which she retired and opened a book shop.

The one to keep track of all the bills and necessities list.

Usually only cooks breakfast and everyone else swaps out for dinner as most of them aren't there for lunch.

Picks some kind of soap opera or musical every time it's her turn to pick for movie night.

Her name is on the house leas as she had the best credit score out of them which she brings up just to tease.

Was the one to Reach out to Rio and get agatha and her to rekindle.(She had them both before any of the others came in)

Made the chore chart (Which Agatha usually somehow manages to “lose” when its her turn to look at it)

The only one whos allowed to keep books in Agatha's study.

Alice

The youngest (29)

She’s a private investigator actually knew Rio only as co-workers before she joined the relationship

Has two pet birds Lilia allows her to keep at her shop only five minutes away from their house named Xeno and Hades.

Is usually the mediator when any of them argue.

Is the best cook in the house apart from lilia.

She rides a motorcycle which usually Rio is the only one who willingly rides it with her.

Is the only one Jen allows to mess with her skin products if Jen isn't there herself.

As made a personal playlist for each of her girlfriends

Has taught both lilia and Agatha how to play games on her console (Agatha loves to play any game escapilly on headset…lilia preferes stuff like stardew valley. )

Knows all of her girlfriends have a sodt spot for her being the youngest..may or may not use it to her advantage during movie nights or cuddle piles.

[rebelrayne]

Each Islander's Answer to: "Would You Be Willing to Return for All-Stars?"

under the cut (endgames included for fun)

➥ YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES!

Emel Ivy Kat Kelly Lily Johnny (with a dramatic flair) R!Hannah Summer Uma

➥ Yes, I would be.

Bianca* (S8 CA) Blake Cassius* (S7 Bombshell) Erikah Felicity* (S8 CA) Hazel Meera Nicolas Rachel* (S8 OG) Stephen* (S7 Bombshell) Toby Valentina

➥ The show wouldn't be complete without me.

Allegra Arlo Brad* (S8 Bombshell) Bryson Christy* (S8 Bombshell) Eddie Elisa Finn Iona Jamal (I'm sorry he is pure chaos) Lexi Marshall Mason Rafi (sorry, he's there for the fame) Reese Ryan Sienna

➥ Doesn't wait for a call, just shows up.

Hamish Liam (he's told to go home)

➥ Depends...Do I get a hot tub date?

Roberto

➥ Pretends they're busy for flair, then says yes.

Rocco

➥ I don't know...Look what happened last time.

Grace Hazeem Hope Jo Lucy Kobi Priya Rohan

➥ Maybe? Let me think about it.

Cherry Daphne Estelle Flo Genevieve Geri Harry (Sorry Mo, he'd just feel bad to say no LOL) Jasper Jen Luna Nicky Sammi Vicky Willow

➥ If I don't have anything better to do, sure.

Jakub Miles Shannon

➥ Lol! This reminds me of a throw pillow!

Chelsea

➥ My Nan would kill me, mate.

Gary Lewie

➥ *Rambles until the producer just hangs up*.

Bill (because he can't shut up) Bruno (because he can't figure out how to say no) Juliet (because she has advice for them) Rahim (because he starts talking about Violet Man)

➥ Tries to say no, tricked into saying yes.

Ciaran Tom Rafael

➥ No thank you.

AJ Alex Andy Arjun Bea Bella Bobby Carl Chloe Claudia Elijah Elladine Evan Gabi Hari Henrik Jack Jake Jin Jo Kyle Levi Logan Lucas Lulu Max Oakley Oliver Ozzy Shawn Tai Talia Thabi Theo Yasmin

➥ Hah. I'm still waiting for the punchline.

Elliot

➥ I wrote enough fanfic about it.

Talia

➥ No thanks, Mamacita.

Camilo

➥ Full offense-no.

Angie Lottie

➥ Non.

Youcef

➥ "Oh, sorry! We forgot you exist."

Tiffany Tyler

➥ Ghosted and/or ignored the call.

Joyo Kassam Noah Seb

➥ Ghosted the call, but by accident.

Cora Najuma Will

➥ Production didn't even bother inviting them.

Alfie Bonnie Dana Felix Francis James Miki Travis

➥ Calls & complains they weren't invited.

Dylan Graham Pete Sophie Suresh

➥ Ghosted & Ignored...by Production.

Amelia

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Laughter is Good Medicine

Meghan and Harry susSEX are irrefutably the most toxic D list celebrities on the world's stage. Sometimes their stupidity, compulsive lying, and juvenile publicity stunts are exhausting to observe. Thankfully the (creative) content creators have been hard at work to help us all laugh our way through their ongoing worldwide privacy tour.

MEgain and Sparry wish they had a volunteer community of intelligent followers who are willing to sacrifice hours after work to create EXCELLENT content that uplifts hearts and minds; instead they hire low IQ megbots who drag audiences into her sewer of lies and deceit.

1-Leilani of Barbados-she never complains but her channel is definitely shadowband by BB and they have been slow to release her accurate subscriber counts. Not to mention the death threats she's received from the sussex squad.

Can you imagine being as pathetic as MEgain & Sparry? They won't humble themselves to level up their character and become excellent at something...nope, they spend their time & energy terrorizing the little people who refuse to bow down to their grift. They are a modern King Ahab & Queen Jezebel 2.0.

"People of Nigeria I love you but Meghan does not love you. It's OFFICIAL Harry & Meghan's Nigeria Trip Was A FAILURE." ~Leilani

Nigeria Scam 43% BS

2-Proper Wiseguy- Big Brother had mercy on Lion & restored access to his hacked & demonetized channel. All his fabulous comedic content was erased. SMH. Please follow the link to re-subscribe or to confirm that you are in fact subscribed. I suppose the new channel now becomes his official backup channel and the new backup channel becomes...maybe a 2nd backup channel. Google should be embarrassed by their behavior but it's another indication that MEgain & Sparry are morally bankrupt human beings willing to align themselves with any and everyone doing the most harm.

Lion is still demonetized & BB will not allow his subscriber count to grow past 80K (he's been stuck there for 2+ mo).

Despite Queen Jezebel 2.0's attempts to discourage the comedic Lion, he's back with the todays news:

Shiesty shipped her lemons to the home of the "Circle Back Biden Girl," aka "Raggedy Ann" the one and the only compulsive liar Miss Jen Psaki, a former Hillary Clinton staffer.

Keep in mind that nothing is ever as it seems w/ MEgain. This was definitely not about a dumb box of lemons for doctor 🙄 Jill Biden. With every, "hi this is meghan, the duchess of susSEX..." she's desperately trying to make inroads to fulfill her lust for unearned, self imposed political power.

https://youtu.be/RpUhO83z6Ho?si=6DfFDHEyZDjBNmVJ

[artyandink]

Light My Fire (Again) | beau arlen

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

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(divider credits go to cafekitsune)

A/N - Feedback is my fuel ❤️

A/N 2 - This chapter is loosely based on birthday cake by Dylan Conrique, as it fits the theme really well :)

eight - birthday cake

PREVIOUSLY ON LMF:

I sat with Jenny in my garden, our feet on the grass as we were perched on my patio. I took a long sip of my bottle of beer, letting out a long and deep sigh through my nose while Jenny looked curiously at my side profile with a small smirk on her face. “So.” I smiled slightly as she took a swig of her own, also pretty pissed off at Harry. Mo had to hold her off from going after that ass.

“So.” She chuckled, head fully facing me now. “Beau seemed pretty riled up about Harry.” Jenny then took a sip of her beer with her eyebrows raised suggestively, making me nudge her, jolting her drinking aim off balance. “What?”

“You’re getting at me and Beau, right?” I deadpanned, letting another wave of the liquid soothe my throat. “I know you are.”

“What? He seems way too worked up for someone who’s ’just your sheriff.’.”

“Well, he’s worried, Jen.” I shrugged. “If it had been Emily in my place. Or Carla, even you, Cassie or Denise. Thank god I could defend myself, and I see where Beau’s coming from.”

“I thought referring to Beau for you was strictly limited to ‘Sheriff’ to keep it strictly professional.” She grinned cheekily, then her smile faded like a coin drop. “I’m gonna ask you something. And I want you to answer honestly. Are you… in love with Beau?”

Before I could say anything, the door to the garden opened, and Olivia walked out tentatively, a small package in her hands. “Aunt Isa?” Her timid voice spoke up, and my mouth opened slightly. “Can we talk?”

“Oh- uh, not the time, sweetie.” I gave her an apologetic smile. “Maybe tomorrow?”

“Ok. Uh, this came in the mail.” She handed me the package. “Just wanted to let you know.”

“Thanks, hon.” I took the rectangular box, glancing curiously at it as she left. Then I knew I needed to give Jenny an explanation. I couldn’t outrightly say yes to what frankly was the most difficult question of my life. Because this question was a promise. A declaration. A… decision. But it was one I couldn’t fight. My fingers fumbled with the tape of the box as I opened it unconsciously.

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

“So, is that a yes?” Jenny left the question hanging as I slid the object out of its cardboard packaging. A rectangular item wrapped in bubble wrap and a note taped to it. I could barely see the yellow of sunflowers on one side and the sky’s reflection on the other. I tore off the note, reading it.

Thought you might need this.

Tonya + Donno ;)

It was Lucy’s phone. I unwrapped it with trembling hands, watching and feeling as the cool surface stung my warm palm, the battery dead but the significance fully charged. My train of thought was lost, my teeth sinking to my bottom lip again.

“It’s hers.” I whispered, holding it up so Jenny could see.

NOW:

I was working on Lucy’s phone, typing every password that could come to my mind. The date of her marriage with Mark, or even Dean, Olivia’s birthday, my birthday, even hers- but I found zip.

Zilch.

Nada.

I let out a deep breath through my nose as I was locked out for the fiftieth time, the infuriating letters that spelled out ‘Try again in five minutes’. I was ready to smack this phone into oblivion, and I wasn’t in the mood for joking. I had a thousand things running through my mind and none of them helpful for my mental state.

I hadn’t answered Jenny’s question on whether I loved Beau or not. I pursed my lips as I thought about it. Beau was… everything I could dream of. A gentleman, with a handsome face, deep voice, a Texan accent and matching Southern charm and manners. He treated me well and made me feel even better, and I hated to pull an ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ but I had to. Compared to everyone, I was a rapidly unravelling piece of work. I drank coffee obsessively to help me function to the point where I felt I needed to switch to decaf as it was a borderline addiction to caffeine. Then there was the obsession with my job, my time spent taking care of Liv and making sure I was there for her at every turn or at every opportunity. I was broken from Lucy’s murder. I talked a big game about shielding my loved ones from harm but Cal was dead. And so was Lucy.

It broke me.

As I stared at Lucy's phone, frustration gnawing at the edges of my sanity, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hopelessness creeping in. No matter how many passwords I tried, no matter how many combinations I attempted, the screen remained stubbornly locked, taunting me with its impenetrable barrier.

With a frustrated huff, I tossed the phone onto the desk in front of me, the clatter of metal against wood echoing in the empty room. I ran a hand through my hair, the tension in my muscles a testament to the mounting pressure that threatened to consume me.

I couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom that lingered in the back of my mind, a constant reminder of the chaos that had consumed my life in the wake of Lucy's murder. And amidst the swirling chaos of my thoughts, one question lingered like a shadow in the darkness: did I love Beau?

The very thought sent a shiver down my spine, a flicker of uncertainty gnawing at the edges of my resolve. Beau was everything I could have ever dreamed of, a gentleman with a heart of gold and a smile that could light up the darkest of nights. But in the wake of Lucy's death, I found myself spiraling into a pit of despair, drowning in a sea of grief and regret.

I couldn't bear to burden Beau with the weight of my pain, to drag him down into the depths of my despair. And so, with a heavy heart, I made the difficult decision to push him away, to spare him the pain of loving someone who was broken beyond repair.

But even as I grappled with my own demons, a soft knock at the door shattered the fragile silence of the room, pulling me back to the present with a jolt. Olivia's voice, sweet and innocent, called out to me from the other side, her words a balm to my weary soul.

"Aunt Isa, can I talk to you?" she asked, her tone tinged with uncertainty.

I hesitated, the weight of my own turmoil pressing down on me like a leaden weight. But I couldn't bear to see the disappointment in Olivia's eyes, the hurt that lingered just beneath the surface of her innocent facade.

"Not now, Liv," I replied, my voice strained with exhaustion. "I'm in the middle of something."

There was a moment of silence, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. And then, with a resigned sigh, Olivia spoke once more, her words laced with an undercurrent of hostility that sent a chill down my spine.

"You're always too busy for me, Aunt Isa," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

I felt a pang of guilt shoot through me like a bolt of lightning, the weight of my own inadequacy crushing me beneath its suffocating embrace. But before I could respond, Olivia turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving me alone with the ghosts of my past and the wreckage of my present.

As I stared after her retreating figure, a wave of despair washed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under with its relentless force. I knew that I had failed Olivia, that my own demons had consumed me to the point where I could no longer see the pain that lurked just beneath the surface of her innocent facade.

But even as the darkness closed in around me, I vowed to fight against the tide, to claw my way back to the surface and find redemption in the eyes of the one person who mattered most to me. For Olivia's sake, and for my own, I would not let the shadows of my past consume me any longer.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the deserted alley where Olivia and Tom had arranged to meet. Shadows danced along the walls, their movements like whispers in the darkness as Olivia waited anxiously for her boyfriend to arrive.

She glanced at her watch for what felt like the hundredth time, her heart pounding in her chest as the minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness. She knew she shouldn't be here, meeting Tom in secret behind her aunt's back, but the lure of forbidden love was too strong to resist.

Would he even show up?

Would he leave her in the dust?

Finally, just as Olivia was beginning to lose hope, she heard the sound of footsteps echoing down the alleyway. Her heart leaped into her throat as Tom stepped into view, a smile lighting up his face as he caught sight of her waiting for him.

"Hey," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out to take her hand in his.

Olivia's heart fluttered at the touch of his fingers against hers, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. "Hey," she replied, her voice trembling with nerves as she met his gaze.

They stood there for a moment, caught in the quiet intensity of the night, their hands intertwined as they drank in the sight of each other. Olivia couldn't help but marvel at the boy standing before her, his sandy hair tousled by the breeze and his brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Are you sure it's safe for us to meet like this?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she glanced around nervously.

Tom shrugged, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of his lips. "Who cares about safe? I'd risk anything to be with you."

His words sent a thrill of excitement coursing through Olivia's veins, her heart racing with the intoxicating rush of young love. She knew they were playing with fire, sneaking around behind her aunt's back and risking everything for a few stolen moments together. But in that moment, all she cared about was the boy standing before her, his eyes alight with passion and desire.

Without another word, Tom leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Olivia's in a gentle kiss that sent fireworks exploding behind her eyelids. She melted into his embrace, her worries and fears melting away as she lost herself in the warmth of his touch.

As Olivia basked in the warmth of Tom's embrace, the taste of a mocha espresso and, hilariously, a breath mint, she felt a sense of bliss wash over her, pushing aside the worries and fears that had plagued her in the moments leading up to their secret rendezvous. In that moment, with Tom's lips pressed against hers and his arms wrapped around her, nothing else mattered.

Only the way his lips plied hers open, slowly, as if he was coaxing her to fall under his spell, which was a feat already accomplished. His hand sliding to cup her cheek while the other rubbed her back then curled around her waist, sighing through his nose when her fingers tugged on his hair. The movement of his lips were like an otherworldly chant, sending Olivia into a deep vortex of security and warmth that shielded her from the chaos and clouded her thoughts.

His mouth prying through her sweet mind. Shattering her defences. Claiming her now kiss-swollen lips as his.

But as they reluctantly pulled away from each other, a shadow of uncertainty clouded Olivia's mind. The nagging doubt that had lingered in the back of her thoughts resurfaced, tainting the euphoria of their stolen moment together.

"Why do you think my aunt is always trying to keep us apart?" Olivia asked, her voice tinged with frustration as she searched Tom's face for answers, gasping softly as he thumbed her bottom lip.

Tom's expression darkened, a flicker of resentment flashing in his eyes as he glanced around the deserted alleyway. "I don't know, Liv. Maybe she just doesn't want us to be happy."

The words sent a chill down Olivia's spine, a knot of unease forming in the pit of her stomach. She had never questioned her aunt's motives before, but now, with Tom's insinuations lingering in the air, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story than she had been led to believe.

"But why would she want to keep us apart?" Olivia pressed, her voice tinged with desperation as she searched for an explanation.

Tom shrugged, a calculating glint in his eyes as he reached out to take her hand in his. "Maybe she's jealous, Via. Maybe she's afraid of losing you."

The words struck a chord deep within Olivia's heart, igniting a spark of doubt that threatened to consume her from within. Could it be true? Could her aunt, the woman who had raised her since she was a child, be capable of such selfishness and deceit?

As the silence stretched between them, Olivia found herself grappling with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, she couldn't ignore the love and affection she felt for her aunt, the woman who had always been there for her through thick and thin. But on the other hand, the seed of doubt that Tom had planted in her mind lingered like a poison, poisoning her thoughts with suspicion and mistrust.

"I don't know what to believe anymore," Olivia whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to Tom for guidance. He only ran a tender hand through her hair, his following words like a hypnotising lull.

“Believe me, Via.” His expression looked keenly certain, a caring smile on his face that convinced her that he knew what he was saying. Her first love, Tom, knew what he was saying. He was smart. So was she, but she might have blind prejudice. “Wonder why I call you that? Because Via means ‘path’. You are my path.” He paused, letting the magic of his borderline poetry sink in. “You. No one else. And I-I can’t stay away from you. Your aunt? She doesn’t know what she’s thinking, trust me. She can’t even keep herself together. Her composure, her confidence… isn’t real. We’re real. You and I.” He took her hand, kissing the knuckle. “And I wanna keep meeting you, even if it makes us kinda like Romeo and Juliet.”

Olivia laughed, her pretty blue eye welling with happy tears, one falling down her cheek as she nodded. “Yeah. I want that too.” Tom kissed the tear away, his eyes glinting with mischief. As Tom's lips met Olivia's once more, a wave of giggles bubbled up from deep within her chest, mingling with the sweet taste of his breath against her skin. It was as if every touch, every kiss, was infused with the magic of their love, weaving a spell that bound them together in a tapestry of desire and longing.

With each brush of his lips against hers, Olivia felt herself falling deeper under Tom's spell, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating rush of passion and desire. It was as if time stood still in that moment, the world around them fading away into nothingness as they lost themselves in the warmth of each other's embrace.

Their laughter mingled with the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze, a symphony of sound that echoed through the deserted alleyway like a chorus of angels. And as they pulled away from each other, their lips still tingling with the memory of their stolen kiss, Olivia couldn't help but marvel at the magic that had brought them together.

"It's like you're casting a spell on me," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she gazed into Tom's eyes, her heart pounding in her chest.

Tom's lips curved into a tender smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of curly hair behind Olivia's ear. "Maybe I am, Liv. Maybe you're the one who's casting a spell on me."

His words sent a shiver down Olivia's spine, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his in a gentle caress. It was as if the world around them had faded away, leaving only the two of them entwined in a cocoon of love and desire.

And as they shared one final kiss, filled with laughter and joy, Olivia knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she and Tom would face them together, united in their love for each other. For in that moment, surrounded by the magic of the night, they were unstoppable.

“Alright, boys, we have a problem.” Remy paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, shadows covering half his face. Other members sat there, stony eyes focused on him and bloody daggers twirled between their fingers as they contemplated their next kill. It was an eerie sight, to say the least. “Isabelle Joyner’s our problem. She’s a royal pain in the ass to our client, and he wants to hit her so hard she won’t get back up.”

“It’s gonna be hard to take her down.” Another member, Rawlings, grunted, his .22 held tight in his hands like it’d run away if he let go, terrified of all the bloodshed even though it had been made for that purpose. “That bastard cowboy sheriff has a lock on her ever since we made that hit on her in her house.”

“Well, we might have to pop this bastard cowboy sheriff.” Jackson, another member, smirked. “Open the eyes of the law.” “Someone get him a new brain.” Remy groaned, slapping his forehead. “Kill the sheriff and we get the full weight of the law. We need something that’ll only draw the attention of the select few. Including Miss Elle Joyner.”

“Go for the girl.” The only woman in the room, Regina, said matter-of-factly, a smirk on her red painted lips. “Her niece. That chick goes all mama bear for ‘er. Her Liv is her Achilles heel. So send our guy in to go rein her in, and we’ll keep her here for the client until he’s less occupied.”

“But the client won’t be happy if we touch the girl.” Rawlings argued.

“He’ll be ecstatic. That’s all he ever wanted. The girl.” Regina chuckled darkly, her finger tracing the point of her knife. “Do that and Joyner will come running. Then she’ll meet a worse fate than our client’s poorly orchestrated hit and run six years ago.”

Remy laughed, the sound harsh and almost like the bark of a dog. “Oh, I remember that screw up. Read it in the papers.” His tongue traced his upper teeth as he spun the pocketknife between his fingers. “I’ll contact our guy, get him off standby. He’s been tabbing the family for a few weeks now, and he should have a good shot on getting our target alone.”

“We just need to pick a time where Elle Joyner’s busy.” Regina opened her computer, beginning to type with hands that were clad in fingerless black leather gloves. “Tap into security cameras, see who’s where. We need that Sheriff Arlen out of the way, so preferably a time when he’s railin’ the hell out of our favourite deputy.” She let out a sigh, inviting the others to gather around the screen. “We need to keep someone on the watch on these screens at all times. Get our guy off standby, tell him to hold Olivia Barlowe at gunpoint, otherwise she’ll never come with.”

“I want you in the van for the pickup, Gina.” Remy pointed his knife at Regina with a smirk and a wink. “Good thinking, doll.”

“Don’t call me doll, you sound like a pedo who hasn’t gotten much action in his life.” She deadpanned, propping her feet up on the table. “Only works if you’ve got a sexy accent. You’re from Missouri, not the South.” She paused to let the information sink in. “And you’ve got a whiny voice. Almost like a lil’ teenage girl.”

“Good one, Gina.” Jackson snickered, but earned a sharp glare from the female.

“Shut up, you’re no better. You sound like you’ve ingested helium.”

I had Beau, Denise, Jenny and Cassie over for dinner/outside bonfire, and I was lazily chopping some onions while my mind was in fifty different places. Mark was still insisting that he hadn’t hired the crime syndicate and killed my sister. I hadn’t deciphered the code to Lucy’s phone. Olivia was going out with her friends more often now, and I just felt… lost. I didn’t know where to go and why, and these onions were bringing out tears that I didn’t have the dignity to spill without. At least I have a cover for it.

I felt a sharp pang in my finger and quickly dropped the knife as blood dripped from a cut in my index. A soft curse left my mouth as the knife clattered to the chopping board, and in an instant, Beau was beside me. He set the things aside, quickly searching for a medicine cabinet and pulling out a pair of plasters and a soft tissue.

“God, Belle, darlin’, you’ve gotta be careful.” He muttered, my eyes fixated on his slightly furrowed brow and emerald eyes that were zeroed in on the slice in my finger. I felt my heart skip a beat and stomach do gymnastics like a lovesick teenager, making me attempt to swallow back the forming lump in my throat.

The scraping of chairs, hurried footsteps of Jenny and even more reluctant footsteps of Denise and Cassie were muffled as I could only focus on Beau. The way strands of his hair fell over his forehead in small wisps that framed his face effortlessly. The crinkle at the corner of his eyes, every line etched with maturity, charm, grace, care, everything I loved in him. Everything I craved from him.

He cleaned the cut with the tissue, folding it so it didn’t get stuck and tear. Then he pulled the adhesive cover off the plaster, carefully placing it over and smoothing it with his calloused fingers while his tongue rested between his lips in concentration. Those pouty, perfect, kissable lips.

“All done, sweetheart.” He murmured, looking up at me with a concerned expression. “It’s written all over your face, sweet girl. You’ve got too much in that beautiful mind o’ yours.” His hand reached up to carefully tuck a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His eyes were searching my face and mine his. The air thick, heavy, with his cologne invading my senses like a parasite that I didn’t want to stop. “I hope it ain’t too much for me to ask, but… penny for those pretty thoughts of yours? Maybe even a pound? Dollar, more like.”

It made me chuckle, but my smile faded slightly. “There’s just been so much… change. I’ve gotten my ass kicked so many times over the past few weeks. Wakin’ up in hospitals, seeing my niece upset when I just can’t give her time, which ain’t something I’m used to, watching the man who married my sister and is most likely responsible for her death refuse the allegations over and over, Lucy left clues for me that I don’t even know how to crack. It’s way too much change for me.”

“Well, it’s true, you did get your ass kicked.” He nodded honestly, really thinking about his answer. His hands were fiddling with my fingers, unconsciously rubbing them as if committing every detail to memory. “But you’ve bounced back even harder every time, Belle. You took those hits and got back up, and that makes you a badass in every right. I mean, what I wouldn’t give to have your ability to get punched right where it hurts and always come back stronger. And more beautiful.” Beau’s fingers that weren’t holding mine traced my jawline tenderly. “And change can be a good thing, y’know.”

“Care to elaborate?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper and it made Beau fall hard all over again. And again, and again, because every time that his deputy opened that pretty, coral sunset peony coloured lips all he wanted to do was taste them.

“When I first met you, sweetheart, your work was all you had besides Olivia.” His words were sincere, well thought and versed in his head, or so I thought. Beau was actually speaking from the top of his head. “Your desk was messy with as many cases as you can find, and you solved all of ‘em, sure, but you worked nonstop. First time you actually got a break or some form of rest, you realised that getting back up after a day will hurt you more. You paid attention to yourself. You protect others with no regard to your own self interests, but now you’re keeping in mind just how bad you’d hurt if you reached out farther than you should. Not that, in any shape or form, I condone the senseless violence you were put through; I will kill those bastards when I find them.”

“I know you will, don’t worry.” I chuckled, too entranced by his words to say much else.

“My point is, Belle, you’ve grown. You’re stronger, smarter, you’ve learnt to fight jackasses off and make your own decisions. Darlin’, I look up to you.” The words made my head snap up, the air becoming heavier and heavier as his cologne weighed on my thoughts. I was going down like the freaking Titanic and I loved it. “More than anything. All this change you’ve gone through, I see good in it. Change ain’t so bad, right?”

“Yeah, change isn’t horrible…” I chuckled, shrugging as I looked up at him with a smile. Lord help me, I couldn’t stop myself. I took the back of his head, my fingers curling into his hair. “Change is…”

My words died off on my tongue, my lips meeting his in order to taste him on it.

There was a release of held breath through my nose, the concept of even keeping air in my lungs stripped from me as Beau’s hand pulled the elastic from my low bun, discarded it and tangled his strong, calloused fingers in my hair, the pads of them pressing to hold me there. His other hand rested firm on the small of my back, pulling me flush against him as he then bunched up my plaid shirt in an attempt to find purchase enough to ground him on Planet Earth. My hand buried into his own hair, feeling the soft strands cascade over my fingers as my other hand gripped his shoulder over his button-up plaid.

My back was pressed against the cool surface of the kitchen slab, burning a chilly line into my mid back that forced a gasp from my lips that was like heavenly sin. His cherry pie lips, tainted with the corrupting notes of sweet and sour first pried me open with gentle, slow, honeyed movements that even slowed down time before building, building, layering, devouring me with hot, passionate, demanding kisses that told me he’d been waiting for too damn long. His mouth burned me like whiskey on the tongue, had me tasting the tang, the variety he carried in one moment. Had me craving each and every one of his minuscule ministrations that had me eliciting sweet sighs, every kneading motion of his strong hand on my thigh and had me aching for those low groans of unadulterated pleasure that hung up stars behind my closed eyelids.

The aroma of hot lattes, cinnamon from Emily’s favourite buns and his cologne felt like a drug that I needed more and more hits of, and I’d break every single law in the book if it meant I could have this dizzying feeling again. His hand on my thigh guided me back and forth, pushing and pulling until I was completely dependent on him for support, to remain standing. Like I’d always been depending on him, the one raft in a never ending storm. I could feel the growing pressure underneath his jeans, and then on my neck as his hand in my hair tilted my neck to the side to light a slow trail of fire across my neck that I didn’t know I’d ever feel again.

The last time I felt that was with Harry, but it wasn’t as… intense as now. Harry didn’t make me feel like I was about to enter the last evolutionary phase of a massive star. He didn’t hold me like he wanted me to be his, almost like he was possessing me, but also as if he was desperate to be mine, timing his gravelly moans with mine until his lips reluctantly left my neck, his nose nuzzling my neck as he took in my scent, his thumb rubbing over my hair.

“I wanna go further, sweetheart.” Beau whispered, lifting his head and meeting emotional, heavy eyes with me. He thumbed my bottom lip, clearly fighting off the urge to sink into my embrace and get lost, no map, no compass. “I do. But…”

“Cassie, Denise and Jenny are outside.” I nodded with a small chuckle, and he mirrored the gesture, closing his eyes and letting out a breathy grunt.

“Don’t look at me like that, Belle. Don’t you dare.” He opened his eyes and gave me the most heart-melting smile, cradling my face in his large hands. “You’re gonna make me do somethin’ I regret.” His coarse thumb rubbed tender circles on my cheekbone. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“Aw, shucks.” I laughed bashfully. “That’s real sweet.”

“It’s true.” He chuckled, then pulled down my plaid’s collar slightly, sending me a heavy, hungry look. Almost pleading. I nodded ever so slightly, the breath stolen from my lungs when his lips descended and sucked gently in a way that had me whimpering, leaving a love bite that he soothed with a gentle stroke of the tip of his tongue and a chaste kiss before covering it up with my collar again. His lips brushed delicately across my cheek and grazed my lips with a low moan, the touch almost as light as a feather.

“M’yours, sweetheart. Remember that.”

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"Motus!" Arynn's hand snapped outwards; sending the body of someone that had come dressed as a goblin-like creature soaring through the air when it had decided to lunge at him from the banisters of the nearby stairwell. The young witch winced as the creature toppled into one of the carnival stalls with a splintering of wood and flutter of fabrics. "Sorry!" He called out and quickly moved to another room.

The magic in the air was basically tangible and Arynn could only assume it was from the sheer scale of the spell that had been employed. He'd watched it unfold - people talking casually to one another and suddenly going wild in whatever visage they'd donned that evening. The ordeal had made Arynn quick to curse his theatrics earlier in the day as he felt the strain on his magic and stamina starting to weigh in now that he actually needed his magic.

"Aliyah? Abigail?" He called for his sisters. "Jen? Mo--Bonnie?!" He called for his ex and his mother - but in the panicked crowd he couldn't make any of them out.

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[perduedansmatete]

dimanche ennui donc liste (certainement pas exhaustive) de moi à moi des artistes que j'ai déjà vu en concert, de ceux que je vois bientôt, de ceux que j'aimerais voir et de ceux que je RÊVE de pouvoir écouter en live un jour:

concerts faits dans un ordre totalement approximatif:

julien doré (petite, j'étais amoureuse de lui et je me souviens d'avoir eu mal au cœur quand il chantait winnipeg)

jeanne cherhal (petite aussi, j'étais absorbée car elle avait chanté quelques chansons suspendue à un cercle en l'air)

olivia ruiz (toute mon enfance)

la grande sophie

the dedicated nothing (ils ont fait un album on en a plus jamais entendu parler et je les avais vu dans une boutique longboard comme c'était des surfeurs mdr)

the dø (dans un festival paumé en vendée, j'étais la plus heureuse)

george ezra

the black lilys

radio elvis 2x

feu! chatterton 3x (j'ai l'impression de faire l'amour quand j'entends arthur teboul chanter en live, un des trois concerts était en plein air vers l'océan c'était beau et poétique)

grand blanc

jumaï

chevalrex

pr2b

clarika (toute mon enfance, dans la voiture avec ma mère)

the limiñanas (inattendu, jamais écouté avant de les voir mais si cher à mon cœur maintenant)

girls in hawaii (souvenirs d'adolescence)

genghar (concert avec mon père dernièrement, j'écoutais beaucoup adolescente aussi)

sallie ford 2x

norma 2x (elle fait fondre mon cœur j'aimerais qu'elle perce)

mattiel

the twilight sad

las aves

prudence (la chanteuse de the dø, on avait gagné un concours avec ma sœur!!)

cate hortl

clara luciani 3x

pomme 2x

franz ferdinand 2x

arctic monkeys 2x (dont une fois catastrophique à rock en seine, des amitiés se sont brisées, des crises d'angoisses, un son merdique)

the strokes (son merdique et problèmes techniques car rock en seine mais j'étais au max)

ledher blue

the cure (que dire de plus??? 3h de the cure en live c'est le paradis)

depeche mode (que des bangers, je m'en remets pas encore)

pi ja ma (choupette, je l'aime depuis la nouvelle star)

delilah bon (à la fin de son concert on a eu droit à tous les chants de manifs de gauchos sans aucune raison pendant 20 minutes et c'était génial)

kalika

fontaines dc (je veux les revoir)

ethel cain (c'était thérapeutique)

angel olsen

lucy dacus (très vite)

tamino 4x (je l'adore de tout mon cœur mais je fais une pause je l'ai trop vu)

ko ko mo 7x ou plus?? (découverts dans un festival paumé en vendée, depuis on les voit tous les ans)

jesse jo stark (trop sexy)

clemence violence

hachiku

jen cloher (lesbiennes australiennes je vous aime)

dynamite shakers

odezenne (j'ai pu chanter je veux te baiser en live c'était fantastique)

georgio (marque le début de la fin d'une amitié mais j'étais tellement heureuse ce soir là)

slowdive

frank carter and the rattlesnakes (ma sœur qui se fait une entorse dans un pogo)

the mysterines

yeule (premier concert toute seule, il m'a fait du bien)

sorry (chanteuse toute timide toute choupi mais génial et j'ai pu crier les paroles de there's so many people that want to be loved)

alexandra savior (écoutez là c'est un ordre)

sarah maison

sextile (concert génial soirée traumatisante)

wunderhorse (de vrais anglais qui s'en branlent de tout c'était cool)

no elevator

emma peters (j'écoute pas mais sympa)

skip the use (j'y allais en mode souvenirs, j'avais jamais écouté ses récents albums et le gars est trop chaud en live)

agar agar

nada surf (le chanteur est trop gentil <3)

hoorsees

adrien gallo (à défaut d'avoir pu voir les bb brunes... et j'étais aussi amoureuse de lui petite)

therapie taxi

nova twins (un de mes meilleurs concerts elles avaient une énergie trop folle)

la femme (mes meilleurs pogos)

tori amos (concert avec ma mère, icone)

l'impératrice 3x (2 fois sans que je veuille vraiment juste ils étaient dans des festivals et j'en peux plus leur scéno c'est toujours la même et c'est mou)

terrenoire

snail mail (mou)

parcels (j'écoute pas mais en concert c'est fou)

tame impala (l'impression d'avoir pris du lsd pendant 1h30)

gaz coombes (le chanteur de supergrass!!)

inhaler

idles (de loin mdr)

foals (mouais)

wet leg (absolument génial premier rang à crier toutes les paroles, tellement qu'il a plu et qu'on a fini le concert dans la boue)

yeah yeah yeahs

izia

the murder capital (amoureuse)

suzie stapleton

maddy street (une copine de ma sœur, c’est trop bien)

origine club renommé bonne nuit (à revoir c’est des vendéens et j’adore les vendéens pas fachos)

alice et moi

prochains concerts:

stoned jesus

dionysos (cadeau de noël pour mes parents, ils nous ont bercé avec)

air

ethel cain (encore)

mannequin pussy

cherry glazerr

lana del rey!!!!!!!!!

ko ko mo (pour la millième fois mdr)

eartheather (j'ai eu une place alors qu'il n'y en avait plus??? yaayyy)

artistes que j'aimerais voir:

yoa

the marias (ils avaient annulé la seule date qu'ils faisaient en france alors qu'on avait nos places avec ma meilleure amie, on leur en veut encore)

anna calvi

bar italia

the last dinner party

coco & clair clair

dora jar

king krule (on m'a empêché de prendre une place la dernière fois car apparemment il chante mal en live)

beach house

lebanon hanover

japanese breakfast

mitski

sally dige

deerhunter

tove lo (je l'ai raté à rock en seine...)

tv girl

sir chloe

hooverphonic

tomberlin

portugal. the man

last train

baxter dury

sophie meier

thao & the get down stay down

fka twigs

elita

yelle (je serai une femme accomplie le jour où je l'aurai vu)

artistes que je rêve de voir dans mes rêves les plus fous:

lush

soko (elle soignerait tous mes maux)

pulp

garbage

fiona apple (c'est beau de rêver)

the smashing pumpkins

courtney barnett (c'est une nécessité je connais tout par cœur)

siouxsie sioux

björk (ratée en septembre dernier...)

eels (mes parents y sont allés sans moi et sans me le dire????)

alt-j (j'écoute depuis trop longtemps pour ne jamais les avoir vu)

cults

pixies

iggy pop (icone, il faut, et je suis amoureuse de lui)

new order

interpol

massive attack (si je craque pour rock en seine...)

emiliana torrini

deftones

she wants revenge

hope sandoval

sigur rós

arcade fire (je crois que le chanteur est un agresseur sexuel. bon.)

the last shadow puppets

the white stripes mais bon... ou jack white

madonna...... mais je suis pauvre

si une âme charitable a tout lu et veut me fournir de quoi me payer des places de concerts je suis preneuse lol merci

[chradi]

Making a character who is very much so a law stickler, having him point out everytime his higher ups do something against the law, but not being able to do anything about it… because they’re his higher ups…. very funny of me

[marlasomething]

Ok, at the end I am only mad at four things I am mad about HSTMTS finale (and most of them, I mean, I wasn't expecting anything else):

EJ/Gina/Ricky wasn't a two people thing GOD FUCKING SHAKE PEOPLE HAVE MORE THAN ONE HAND (especially with messy theater kids that are IN NO WAY STRAIGHT)

Honestly, same goes to certain two teachers and one student's dad (plus, Ricky's three parental figures together? FUCKING HILARIOUS). Also, by getting both his parents back together they destroyed something I LOVED: a couple no longer together, with their issues but mutual respect and both caring for their kid

The plot of the alleged HSM4: TAYLOR AS A SIMPLE SCHOOL PRINCIPAL?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! (though having Mo was such a pleasure...) It almost made me forget the whole let's take Ryan out of the closet but not even acknowledge the whole thing with Chad... that being said: I think both cast and crew understood the assignment and both the songs for Taylor and Chad and the one for Ryan and unnamed partner pretty much felt for Chad and Ryan

And, now, the one that actually made me MAD ANGRY PISSED: Jen passing on WICKED. I don't know how I would have made it but...she deserved it and really REALLY WANTED IT. Though, the moment Kate began singing For Good...CHILLS I LOVE HER SO MUCH