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koushou · 4 years ago

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Could we get uuh,,, Todoroki x f!reader who is insecure abt their looks bc they look more "boyish" than most girls? 😳 As much as I love being an androgynous queen, I get insecure sometimes, esp when it comes to guys liking me

this is my first ask im 😳💕💕

beautiful

pairing : todoroki shoto x f!reader {fluff}

warnings : none really, like the teeniest suggestive ending, just todoroki being like the best bf ugh 😩

a/n : thank you so much for requesting anon!! i tried my best, im so sorry if it isn’t exactly what you wanted but shoutout to all the androgynous queens you’re amazing !! <3 (also can you tell im terrible at titles pls)

shopping mall dates with your friends were always something you looked forward to, shoto knew this well. so why had you come back to the dorms empty-handed?

The familiar ringtone playing from your phone woke you up from your slumber, as bright sunlight shone through your windows where the curtains did poor job of providing you with any coverage. You opened your eyes and would’ve immediately shut them if not for the music still coming from your phone on your nightstand.

Swinging a hand blindly over, you felt the cool screen of your device and brought it close to your face, as an all too familiar contact name displayed on the top of the screen.

Grumbling slightly, you pressed the answer button and brought it up to your ear.

“Y/N!! Are you still sleeping??” You almost wanted to hang up right then and there from the cheery girl’s voice ringing into your ear.

“Mina, it’s-” You glanced over at your alarm clock on the same nightstand, “-literally 9 in the morning, what do you want-”

“Come on! You remember we have another shopping day today, right??”

You rubbed your eyes and rolled over in bed on your side, away from the blinding light illuminating through the glass windows.

Shopping dates with your girlfriends in Class 1-A took place almost every weekend, something you always looked forward to. Hero training was stressful, everyone was always striving to further improve and expand their quirks and skill, almost never having time for any sort of break.

Truthfully, you had forgotten about your planned day with the girls today, since it had been a pretty tough week, with work piling up on top of one another, heck, you were barely keeping up your grades.

“Oh...right.” You ran your fingers through your somewhat messy, medium-length hair, attempting to comb it slightly and getting rid of the small knots that had been formed in your sleep.

“Hey, don’t tell me you forgot - anyways, we’re meeting up downstairs at 10, so see you later!!”

“Yeah, alright.”

Quiet beeps signaling the end of your short call with Mina, you sighed and wondered how the alien girl managed to stay so hyper in the morning, not that you were surprised anymore.

Sitting up in bed, you let out a yawn and stretched out your body, excited for the day to come.

On some days, you just wanted to sleep in and have a day all to yourself in the comfort of your small dorm room, but these shopping sprees with the girls always took your mind off any troubles on your mind.

Throwing your blanket to the side lazily, you get up from your bed and groggily made your way to the bathroom, phone still in hand. Flicking on the light switch, you cringed at the sudden brightness.

A notification noise sounded from your phone, a smile spreading across your face as soon as you saw who the sender was - your one and only white and red haired boyfriend.

Unlocking your phone, you were met by a few text messages from your lover.

shouu <33 : good morning love, have you woken up yet?

shouu <33 : you’re going out today with the others right? i wish you could come and be with me, but i hope you have fun.💗

Your heart could not handle this level of cuteness in the morning.

Turning on the water to get ready for your morning shower, you typed out a reply to your boyfriend.

good morning shouto 🥺 i just woke upp

imy so much as well, i promise i’ll be with you when i get back!!💕

You stripped off your clothes and hopped into the shower, the water more on the warm side, exactly how you liked it.

After about 20 minutes, you stepped out with a towel wrapped around your torso, the cool air hitting your legs, making you shiver slightly. You made your way over to your closet in the corner of your room, picking out what clothes to wear.

It was scorching hot out, and you were feeling lazy, so a simple black t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts seemed like a good choice.

The time was about 9:40 when you had finished brushing your teeth and mindlessly slapping on some sunscreen, you didn’t want to become tan, after all.

Internally crying, you shoved your wallet with your credit card inside your small purse you usually brought when you went shopping, making a note to yourself to cut down a bit on your purchases.

You knew that promise was going to go out the window as soon as you step foot in a store, but hey, you always felt better after coming back to the dorms with bags of clothing in your hands.

Deciding to head down to the common room earlier to grab a quick snack to eat, you received another message from your phone.

shouu <33 : i’ll be waiting for you, love.

shouu <33 : are you sure you don’t want to use my father’s credit card? i don’t think he would really care if it gets maxed out, you know.

You giggled at your boyfriend’s message even though you knew he was being 100% serious.

shou...bby, i cant do that-

shouu <33 : alright then, be safe and text me when you get there, okay?

i will! ily <33

shouu <33 : i love you too :)

When you reached the common room, you were met by pink, black, green, and brown haired girls.

“Y/N!! Good morning!!”

“Good morning, Y/N.”

“Hey Y/N-chan, ribbit.”

“Oh hey Y/N!”

You smile at your energetic friends, Mina, Momo, Tsu and Uraraka, who were all lounging on the couches.

“Good morning, guys.”

Mina lets out a whine, “Where is Jirou? That girl is almost always never on time-”

“What’s that, Mina?”

A voice from behind the girls spoke, causing everyone to jump and turn at the same time.

“O-oh good morning Jirou-”

The purple haired girl stood behind the couches, and your eyes scanned over her outfit. A white, loose short sleeve hung around her shoulders, paired with some black shorts. A simple outfit, yet she made it look so much more appealing.

She charged towards Mina, who was now desperately hiding behind Uraraka. It was then that you finally took notice of the other girls’ outfits, and suddenly became all too aware of your own.

Mina, with a pink shirt tucked into her jeans, a black belt as a finishing touch. Her curves showing perfectly, all in the right places. You would expect her pink hair to be messy and puffy, but it was tamed, neatly brushed, and reminded you of soft cotton candy.

A cropped maroon top, with black jeans, complementing Momo’s smooth, black hair which was put up in a lower pony tail than usual. Her gentle features sure to attract admirers wherever she went. The way her dark bangs framed her face, the way her smile was bright, genuine - an appearance of a true, proper lady.

You glanced down at your own outfit, trying to smooth out wrinkles in your own shirt. No genius was required to see that you obviously stood out in your group of feminine friends, you being the only female with short hair and a different style.

It wasn’t that you hated the way you looked, but it made you think sometimes that you weren’t as attractive or liked as much, compared to your friends.

“Well then,” Uraraka clasped her hands together, interrupting your thoughts, and grinned. “Shall we get going?”

You all cheered, getting up and ready to head to the shopping mall.

Mina locked her arms in yours and dragged you out of the doors, grinning at you while the other girls trailed behind.

“Come on old ladies! We’re gonna max out our cards!!” She yelled at the sky once you were outside, the hot summer air hitting your skin immediately.

“Hey, who’re you calling an old lady?!” You smacked Mina’s arm, making her stick her tongue out at you.

“Fine, whoever gets there last is an old lady!!”

Your pink haired friend takes off toward the mall which was located about 20 minutes away from your school, with you laughing and running after her, followed by your other female friends.

The negative thoughts you had on your mind previously vanished as you all ran after one another, not giving a care in the world to the questioning looks passersby shot your ways. Spending time with your friends always somehow managed to brighten your mood, regardless of whether they knew how you were feeling or not.

And your love for them could never be put into words.

6 girls arrived at the Misako Mall, panting, out of breath as they bought water from a vending machine.

“Oh-” You pant, fumbling with the buttons on the machine, inserting a few coins in and watching as the bottle falls to the bottom.

“Ura-ha..ha...Uraraka, you’re an old...ha...lady!” Mina teased the gravity-quirked girl in between breaths.

“Yo-you’re so mean, ha, Mina,” Uraraka coughed, sputtering as she practically shoved the water bottle down her throat, drinking half of the bottle in a few seconds.

“Slow down - ribbit - Ochaco-chan,” Tsu patted the said girl’s back, making sure she didn’t choke.

“Well, guys, where do you want to go first?” Momo spoke up, after you guys rested a bit on the benches in the lobby.

“I kind of wanted to check out the accessories in that shop we passed earlier,” Jirou scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, nodding towards a shop near the entrance of the mall.

You all turned to look at the store she was talking about, not surprised to see the exterior of the shop decorated in dark, emo-style accessories - exactly Jirou’s style.

“I want to go there too - ribbit,” Tsu nodded in agreement, this time shocking the group, since Tsu had always seemed to be into more cuter accessories.

“I was actually interested in that one over there,” Momo tapped her chin thoughtfully, gesturing towards a high-class looking store on the second floor of the mall.

“That looks nice! I really like that white dress they have in the front,” Uraraka stared dreamily at the level above you guys, and an idea popped into your head.

“Why don’t we split into pairs? That way, we can all check out the stores we want to and meet up back here when we’re all done!” Your suggestion earned approving nods from the rest, all of you agreeing to text in the groupchat you had when you were finished in your stores.

Tsu and Jirou, Momo and Uraraka, and you and Mina walked off into different directions of the mall, chatting excitedly.

You and Mina decided to first go into a casual-styled store filled with jeans, tops, jackets, etc.

Walking into the store, a friendly cashier at the counter greeted you guys, who you both smiled back at.

Thankful for the cool air conditioner providing a contrast to the burning weather outside, you scanned the racks for anything that caught your eye.

“Oh! Y/N look here!” You turned to where your pink friend had ran to, spotting her a few aisles down.

Making your way towards her, she holds up a light pink, off the shoulder top decorated with small flowers and a lace ribbon in her hands eagerly.

“Do you think this would look good on me? I really like the color!” She beams at you, holding the clothing item up to herself, admiring it in a tall mirror nearby.

You study it for a second, before smiling back at her and nodding excitedly in agreement.

“It suits your skin color so well too! You should go try it on!”

“You think so??” She grins at you happily as you chuckle back in response.

“You should pick out some clothes first, then we can go to the changing rooms together!”

“Okay, let me look around a bit more!” You walk off to the other side of the store, studying any clothes that may peak your interest.

A striped red, orange, and white button-up shirt catches your eye, hanging on one of the racks. You take it and hold it up to your torso, satisfied with the way it looked.

Keeping it around your arm to try on later, you decide to pick out a few more clothes to try on to avoid making multiple trips to the changing room. Just as you were about to turn around and continue your search for more clothes, you felt a figure approach behind you.

“Hey, uh, sorry to bother you but I thought you were really pretty, and I was wondering if I could get your number?”

A voice made you turn around, and you were met by a man who looked a bit older than you.

He was standing right in front of you now, his eyes staring at...the top of your head?

You cleared your throat awkwardly, not expecting the sudden question.

“Oh! Thank you, but I have a boyfriend already, I’m sorry-”

The man’s eyes finally focus on your face, before laughing at you.

Wait, what?

You furrowed your eyebrows at the still laughing man, who looked down at you like you were a mere piece of dirt below him.

“I’m not talking to you, you’re not even pretty?” He scoffed when you gaped at him.

“I’m talking to the hottie behind you,” He grinned and stared past you to whoever was standing there.

You slowly turned around, expecting to see some random stranger behind you, but you were met by a puff of familiar pink hair.

“O-oh, Mina...” You mumbled, not wanting to make eye contact with your friend, disheartened from the man’s words.

You were never one to get bothered by anyone’s words, especially not from a stranger, but this one hit you differently.

“What did you say to my friend?! You wanna repeat that, huh?!” Mina yelled at the man, steam almost emitting out of her pink ears.

“Woah, calm down, pinkie, I just wanted to get your number - I didn’t know she was your friend.” He chuckled, and glanced at you again.

“Just saying, you could do so much better.” It was like bullets, the man’s words, aimed straight at your heart.

Storming up to the man, Mina slapped him directly on his face, leaving both of you in shock.

“Say that again, I dare you!!” You ushered Mina away from the furious man despite her protests of wanting to beat him up.

“Hmph, who does he think he is?!” You stopped walking when you guys were a good distance from the stranger.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress your emotions and not make a fool of yourself in a public space.

“It’s fine, I-I don’t really care,” Sighing, you gave Mina a small unconvincing smile, which she saw right through.

“Are you okay, Y/N? Don’t listen to him! He’s just blind,” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

You chuckled softly, trying to change the subject, “I’m fine, come on, let’s go try on our clothes.”

Mina sighed, eyeing the one top you had on your arm. “You only have one shirt? Don’t you want to try on more?”

You scanned the racks around you guys, randomly picking a pair of black plaid pants, flashing your friend another smile.

“It’s okay, there’s not much I like here,” You grabbed her arm and led her into the changing rooms, chuckling at her pile of clothes hanging over her arm.

“You sure got a lot, Mina.”

“Their clothes are really nice!!”

Mina and you went into rooms besides each other, and you could hear the girl squealing while trying on her clothing.

Instead of trying on your clothes immediately, you slumped against the white door, taking a deep breath, the man’s comments still on your mind.

You’re not even pretty.

You could do so much better.

Wrapping your arms around your torso, you looked in the mirror on the wall across you, taking in your appearance.

There were few things about you that would seem appealing to any man, and you should’ve gotten over the stares people give you wherever you go by now, but it was hard.

It really was.

Of course people would be attracted to Mina first, or anyone in your friend group, for that matter. She was outgoing, kind, bright, and feminine.

Tears poking at the corners of your eyes, you quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand before they fell.

Why couldn’t people just accept who you were?

Why couldn’t people accept the fact that you were happy in your own body, and that you loved yourself the way you were?

The common stereotype that all females had to be feminine, had to be proper, you were tired of it.

A loud knock from the other side of the door you were leaning against sounded, and you jumped a little, before hearing your friend’s cheery voice.

“Y/N! Are you finished? I want to show you the top!”

“Oh- One second!”

Quickly tidying up your appearance to get rid of any hints of your silent breakdown, you unlocked the door and looked over Mina.

You were right.

The light pink color of the top really did complement her skin color well, her slender shoulders were exposed, and the lacey ribbon around the collarbone area of her shirt gave it a finishing touch.

Gasping, you admired how good it looked on her, while she giggled and jumped excitedly in place.

“It looks so beautiful on you Mina!!” You gave her a small hug, giggling along. “It’s like it was made for you!”

“Thanks!! What about your clothes?” She nodded towards your top and pants still sitting in the changing room, untouched.

You coughed, “Oh- uh give me a second, I still need to try on the top,” She nodded and pushed you back into the room eagerly.

“Show me when you’re done!”

You nodded and smiled back at her before walking back into the room and locking the door behind you.

You had already lost all interest in shopping today, but reluctantly changed into the striped button-up shirt, looking at yourself in the mirror.

It was okay, nothing really special, and you certainly wouldn’t be spared any second glances from anyone. Not that you cared, you were already in a happy and healthy relationship with Shoto.

Shoto.

A thought suddenly popped into your mind.

What did Shoto think about your appearance? Coming from a rich family, it was only natural that he would be into proper, feminine females.

Why was he even dating you? Does he actually mean it every time he calls you beautiful?

Maybe you should change your hairstyle. Or the way you dressed. Maybe then, Shoto would love you.

Maybe then, he would think you’re beautiful.

Running your hand through your short strands of hair, you suddenly didn’t want to be here anymore.

You wished you were in the safety of your dorm, under the blankets where no one would have to look at you.

You were probably an eyesore, walking around everyday at school, getting judgmental looks from left to right.

Shaking your head, you tried to push those thoughts to the back of your mind, straightening yourself back up.

Unlocking the door again, wanting to get this day over with, you were met by a excited Mina as she looked over at you. You noticed that she had changed back to her own shirt.

“You look great Y/N!!” She hopped excitedly over to you as she admired your top.

You shrugged, glancing down at your top. “I mean, it’s okay, I guess.”

She raised her eyebrows at your response, asking worriedly, “Do you not like it?”

“Not really, it’s kind of plain.” Sighing, you picked at the sleeves and wrinkles of the shirt.

“Oh,” Mina pursed her lips together, cocking her head to the side. “That’s alright, then. What about the pants?”

Truth was, you had forgotten to try on the pants while you were inside, and you didn’t want to risk purchasing something you weren’t sure would look good on you.

“Oh-uh, I didn’t like that one too much either,” You glanced back at the item still hanging in the changing room.

“Oh no,” Mina pouted. “Are you going to buy anything?”

Biting your lip, you shook your head. “Guess not.”

It wasn’t really that you didn’t want to buy anything, you just thought that at this point, it didn’t matter what you wore.

Because, you weren’t as feminine as other girls.

"Give me a second to change back, and we can go to another store.” She looked like she was about to say something, but decided to close her mouth and nodded instead.

The remaining time you spent with Mina was just her jumping around stores excitedly and you mindlessly staring at clothes you wouldn’t ever buy.

It was about 2 in the afternoon when you all decided to meet back up, ready to head back to school.

You realized that you hadn’t bought a single item in the past 4 hours spent in wandering around the mall.

“Y/N! Did you not buy anything?” Momo asks worriedly as you and Mina approach the other two pairs in the lobby.

You shook your head at the tall girl, sighing, “Nothing really caught my eye today.”

“Oh, we can walk around a bit more together if you’d like!” Uraraka offers, holding a large bag in her own hands.

You smiled at her words, shaking your head again. “No, it’s alright! I’m sure we’re all tired, let’s head back.”

“Gosh, this weird man came up to us earlier and had the audacity to call our little Y/N here unattractive??! And then proceeded to ask for my number??” Mina huffed, clenching her fists dramatically at the memory.

You chuckled awkwardly. “Mina, you didn’t have to slap the poor man.”

“Poor man? By the sounds of it, he hasn’t learned his lesson yet.” Jirou speaks up, cracking her knuckles, eyes darkening. “Where is he?”

You laughed. “Jirou-”

“Oh dear, that’s terrible.” Momo patted your shoulder. “You’re very beautiful, Y/N, you know that?”

You smiled at the kind girl, letting out a deep breath.

“I understand where he’s coming from, though...” You mumbled quietly.

“Did you say something, Y/N?” Uraraka asks from next to you.

Shaking your head quickly, you link your arms with the brown haired girl, grinning at everyone. “Let’s head back now!”

Pushing open the large glass doors, you were met once again by the humid air, the sun’s rays burning down on your exposed skin.

The girls chattered happily about their new purchases, peeking inside the others’ bags and taking a couple out to show.

Even though you walked in the middle of Uraraka and Momo, you couldn’t help but feel left out, not having any new clothing to wear.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nudged Momo, making her turn around and look at you.

“Hey Yaomomo, what’d you get?”

She smiled and opened her bag for you to peek inside, and you almost had to close your eyes from the amount of bling inside,

Bling, meaning dresses decorated in gems, with a few jewelry pieces and other accessories. Of course, there were a couple casual wear on the bottom of the bag.

“Oh, I’m not even surprised anymore,” You pretended to huff at Momo, turning the other way.

“You’re so classy and fancy, Yaomomo, are you trying to flex your class on me?”

She laughed, slapping your back lightly. “Oh sorry, I just can’t help that I’m so rich and proper.”

You tensed up at her words. Of course, you knew she was being sarcastic, but her use of words hit the same spot in you again as earlier.

“Hey guys...” Mina starts, wiggling her eyebrows.

“What?” An ominous feeling settles in all of your stomachs.

“Last one to the dorms is an old lady!”

All of you groan, watching as the pink alien girl takes off once again, having no choice but to follow behind.

6 girls arrived back at the dorm building, panting once again.

“Mina- ha, I swear to - god,” You breathe out, pants coming from all six of you.

Mina just giggles at you as you all arrive back in the common room. Your classmates are sprawled out in different places throughout the room, and their heads all perk up simultaneously at the new arrivals.

Bakugou were surrounded by Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero, as always, trying his best to swat them away.

Tokoyami and Aoyama were chatting in the kitchen, while Iida, Midoriya and Shoto hung around the TV, watching whatever movie was put on.

Ojiro, Koda, Shoji, and Sato were nowhere to be seen, you guessed they were up in their own rooms.

“Oh, hey guys! Welcome back!” A certain red-head’s voice chirped from the middle of the room, flashing you all his big smile.

“Hey Kirishima!” Mina smiled back at the boy before making her way up to her own room to organize her newly bought items.

Momo, Tsu, Jirou, and Uraraka followed after her, while you made your way over to where your boyfriend was on one of the other couches.

“Hey, love.” Shoto smiles at you softly as he opens his arms for you to give him a hug.

“Hey Sho,” You happily accept your place in his arms, tired from the long day you had. “I missed you.”

“I missed you as well,” He plants a small kiss on the top of your head. He was about to say something else before a realization dawns on him.

“Love, did you not buy anything?” You gulp, afraid that your boyfriend would see through your feelings and ask you what was wrong.

“Oh- uh, I just didn’t feel like anything caught my eye today!” You shrug, hoping that he would accept your answer and move on.

Of course, Shoto could be dense at times, but he is everything but stupid.

He always knew how you adored these little shopping sprees with your girls, and never once had you arrived back empty handed. On top of that, your vibe just seemed a bit...off.

“Can we go to your room and cuddle? I’m a little tired,” You look up at him, to which he responded by giving you a small kiss and chuckling.

“Of course, let’s go, love.”

After saying goodbye to Iida and Midoriya, you both made your way to Shoto’s dorm, immediately flopping down on the bed after stepping inside.

Shoto laughed softly at your eagerness, wasting no time and following in after, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you flush against his chest.

The warmth and vanilla scent of your boyfriend was enough to calm you down and get rid of any past bad thoughts you were having earlier that day.

You felt him bury his face inside your hair, inhaling softly your shampoo from this morning. Normally, you would’ve swooned at the action, but it somehow made you feel uneasy. Insecure.

Shriveling away a little from his body, you were met by a very confused Shoto staring back at you.

“...Love?”

You bit your lip, not sure how to explain why you seemed uncomfortable.

“I-,uh, Shoto?” Your eyes made contact with his as he hummed in response. You decided it was now or never.

“Do you...think I’m pretty?” Biting your lip anxiously as you awaited his answer.

Confusion flashed through your boyfriend’s face. What kind of a question was that?

That was what he wanted to ask, until he noticed the tears forming in your eyes, and worriedly sat up, bringing you with him.

“Of course I think you’re pretty. You’re beautiful, darling.”

Not convinced, you sniffle before asking again, “Really?”

He furrows his eyebrows together, lifting you up and onto his lap so you were straddling him now, both of you in a sitting position.

“Did something happen, love? Why are you asking me these questions?” He reaches up to wipe a stray tear that had slipped its way through your eyes with his thumb.

“No reason-” You started, but your boyfriend’s piercing gaze told you he wouldn’t take that as an answer.

Taking a deep breath, you avoided his eyes as you began to speak.

“Today, when we were at the mall, a man came up to me, called me pretty, and asked for my number-”

Shoto raises his eyebrows, to which you wave away quickly.

“-I thought he was talking to me, but turns out he was speaking to Mina, who had been standing behind me. He then called me-” You cleared your throat, a bit anxious for your boyfriend’s reaction.

“He said that I wasn’t pretty, and that Mina could do so much better than being friends with someone like me...” Your voice trails off as you felt Shoto’s grip on your waist tighten.

“He...what?” You could’ve sworn you saw flames flicker behind Shoto’s eyes, his left and right hands heating and cooling on your sides without thinking, to which you yelped a little, surprised by the temperature change.

His eyes softened, looking down at your waist and rubbing it softly. “Oh- I’m sorry, love, I did not mean to hurt you.”

You shake your head, smiling at him. “You didn’t hurt me at all, Shoto.”

He exhales deeply, looking into your eyes. “Baby, you’re the most beautiful, kind, amazing girl I’ve ever met in my life. Don’t ever listen to what anyone else says, you’re absolutely perfect the way you are.”

Shoto plants a deep kiss on your lips, tears threatening to spill over at his touching words.

When you pull away, there’s still a lingering thought in the back of your mind.

“Don’t you ever wish - that you had a more...you know...” You rubbed your eyes, sniffling as the first few tears made their ways down your cheeks.

Shoto tilts his head to the side as he pulls you closer to his body, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back.

“A what, love?”

“You know, a more...feminine...girlfriend?”

You nervously glance at him, waiting for his response.

There’s silence for a moment, and your heart drops.

“Who ever said that girls have to be feminine?”

You directly look into his eyes for the first time that evening, confusion plastered on your face.

Shoto has a soft and loving, but firm expression as he speaks.

“I don’t care if you dress, or appear differently than other girls. There is no “correct” way to look if you are a certain gender. You’re absolutely beautiful no matter what you do, or wear.” He leans forward to peck your lips once again.

“But...when I look at someone like Yaomomo, she’s just - so much more attractive and proper than someone like me...”

Shoto sighs, tilting your chin down to look at him.

“Proper? What’s not proper about you, Y/N? Your hair? Your clothing choices? Baby, you could wear a trash bag, have long hair - or even shave your head bald, I’d still fall in love with you all over again.”

You giggle a little, making him chuckle, seeing that he successfully cheered you up a bit.

“I mean it, Y/N. I love you, and I’ll continue loving you, forever. Please don’t ever feel like you have to compare yourself to other girls, because you’ll always be the prettiest girl in my heart.”

Your heart felt like it was on the verge of bursting as you leant forward, kissing your boyfriend deeply. It was like all your emotions were expressed through that kiss. It was almost as if Shoto’s loving words washed away every single insecurity that has ever passed your mind in your whole life.

“Thank you so much, Shoto. I love you, so, so much.” You both grin as you placed your foreheads together, noses brushing against each other.

“I want you to say it, love. Tell me you love yourself, and that you’re beautiful.”

Your face heated up from the request, placing your hands on Shoto’s shoulders and trying to push him away, only to have your wrists caught by his strong hands as he leaned closer.

“Come on, Y/N, I’m waiting,” he smirks at your flustered expression.

You pouted a bit, before taking a deep breath, embarrassed from Shoto’s intense stare.

“I-uh- I love myself the way I am, and...I’m beautiful.” You squealed and cover your face with your hands after finishing your sentence, not used to those words coming out of your mouth.

A laugh escapes Shoto as he pries your hands away from your face, placing a kiss on your nose.

“That’s right, love. What do you say we go shopping tomorrow, just me and you?”

Your eyes brightened at the idea, and Shoto could feel butterflies flooding his stomach.

“Yes!! I’d love that, Shoto,” You threw your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, burying your face into his hair.

He chuckles in response, leaning back and studying your face for a moment, making you confused.

Then, he takes your arms and pushes you back until your back is pressed against the bed, pinning them above you. His body hovers over yours, as his knee sneakily moves up to place itself between your thighs.

“But right now, let me show you just how beautiful you are, darling.”

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #mha x reader #todoroki fluff #mha shoto #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #bnha scenarios #mina ashido #bnha tsuyu #momo yaoyorozu #jirou kyouka #uraraka ochako

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junmyeonning · 4 years ago

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Movie Night

Type: one shot

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (EXO Suho) X Unnamed OFC

Rated: M

Summary: a regular movie night turns into something else when she feels a bit more frustrated than usual.

Word count: 2.4k

Request by: @keichocolate 💓 thank you! Sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind but it’s what i came up with:)

(A/N): honestly this is so smut centred, not everyone’s cup of tea i get it. But you’ve been warned.

She fidgets in her seat as she waits for him to arrive, feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden.

Why, one might ask? Simple.

As close friends they share their problems all the time, and this time is no different. She was venting to him over text about how stressful these days have been for her, work issues etc. And that's when he suggested he comes over and lightens the mood a little. Watch some movie, enjoy eacb other's company.

But now she's rethinking her choices, not sure if she wants to be even near him at this time. Truth is her stress is making her want some type of... release. Let go some of the pent up tension. Him being there would just mean that she'd be more frustrated.

She feels bad about feeling this way towards her friend, especially since he's so damn nice and sweet to her. He has never showed any interest though so she assumes he's not into her that way.

Unfortunately that's not the case with her. She's so freaking into him it drives her crazy sometimes. Whatever, She thinks. She ignores these feelings and gets up as soon as she hears the doorbell.

"Ah hey," he greets her with a big grin and comes in to hug her. She relaxes into his strong arms as they wrap around her, taking in his scent that she suddenly feels like she's missed too much.

"You okay there?" He steps back and looks at her with a comforting smile, to which she smiles back at his sweetness and nods.

"Now that you're here, i'm getting there." She flirts jokingly, making him crack up and shake his head as he looks away. Yep, surely not interested.

A few minutes later they're already settled on the couch, with all their favourite snacks ready in front of them. She starts the movie and sits down next to him, but he looks at her and pats his lap.

"Relax, stretch your legs." She's hesitant but she complies. They've done this quite a few times before, this one's no different... right? or at least that's what she tries to convince herself.

She pulls her legs up over his lap, now aware of how extremely close their bodies are as he rests his hand on her exposed leg. She thanks the lord that they're clean shaved.

They're very comfortable while getting into the movie, snacking every now and then and reacting to certain parts of it. But of course, just as she started to slightly forget about her little pulsing down there, his hand that was resting starts to move a little.

"Is this okay?" He says gently, while softly rubbing her legs and calves to relief some of the tight muscles. She gulps silently and musters up a casual 'yeah', giving him the green light.

She suddenly finds herself unable to focus on the movie with how his hands feel on her skin, moving along her leg and massaging tenderly. His hands are a perfect medium, not soft but not too rough.

She hums in satisfaction, adjusting herself a little closer to him. He doesn't take his eyes off the movie, but he continues what he's doing with his hands. She starts feeling hotter by the minute, her core throbbing with need while wishing these hands were somewhere else. Higher and higher...

She realises that it's not her imagination and his hand is actually moving higher onto her thigh, making her squirm slightly under his touch. She doesn't know where he's going with this, but she's way too turned on to care if this what he has in mind or not.

"More..." she says, almost begging him with her needy tone. He's a bit surprised but he catches on, now rubbing the outer part of her thigh. She leans her head against his shoulder and closes her eyes, letting out a breath.

"More as in...?" He asks carefully.

"More as in touch me more please." She doesn't know what comes over her as she spreads her legs just a little, risking it all at this point. If that's not what he had in mind then he can stop, she knows it. But what he does next is the exact opposite.

"Hmm," his hand suddenly makes contact with her from behind her cotton shorts, making her gasp. "Here ?"

She moans softly and bucks up a little into his touch, his fingers stroking over her in the process. She is already very wet and she's sure that he can feel her pussy heat.

He starts to get hard seeing how responsive she is to him, she's so turned on and he hasn't even started. He rubs her a little more and she's practically whimpering at this point.

"You should've told me that this is what you need help with." He says huskily, licking his lips and looking down at her with lust blown eyes, which look very different from his usual sweet innocent looking ones.

"Hmm you're k-kidding me?" She chuckles, barely letting out the words as she feels dizzy with the way his fingers are rubbing her just right. "...we're friends."

"So friends can't help each other out?" He replies back, then decides to slip his fingers inside her shorts but still behind her underwear. She moans as she feels herself approaching her orgasm. Just the idea of him touching her is a huge turn on by itself, let alone the physical stimulation he's providing.

"You're close, right baby? Can you cum like this?" He whispers by her ear, making her rock with his fingers as she gets way too hot with his words. She just nods weakly and her mouth drops open, an orgasm washing over her while he takes his time to kiss the spot by her ear.

She regains her breath, dumbfounded with how he made her cum in her panties. He's still kissing her neck with those soft lips of his, and she thinks to herself that she's not nearly done with him.

She almost forcefully grabs his face in her hands away from her neck, looking directly at him and biting her lip as she watches the intense stare he's giving her. She goes in for a passionate kiss, finally tasting his mouth for the first time, and it's even better than what she imagined.

She moans into his lips and positions herself better on top of him, now grinding down slowly onto his covered erection. She almost can't believe that this is reality, after lusting for him in her mind for so long, she's now on top of him feeling his clothed cock under her. Getting hard for her.

She starts kissing down his jaw then his neck, sucking and biting here and there. He lets out a little moan which makes her even more eager, pressing herself down harder.

"I need you Myeon, c'mon baby just fuck me please." She can't help how desperate she sounds, but she has never felt she craved someone as much as she does him now. She had a taste, and now she wants more. A lot more.

"Let's go to your room then," he replies, and she wonders when did his voice get so fucking deep. "How can I say no when you beg so prettily?"

He effortlessly gets up with her in his arms still, her face in his neck when she suddenly realises what he said.

"Don't get used to me begging."

"That pride of yours... even when you're like this?" He chuckles, opening her door room while she's still hanging on to him. She holds his face in her hands and smiles.

"Shut up." She kisses him deeply again, and he finally finds his way on top of the bed. He lays her down, mouths still connected, as he begins stripping off his clothes.

They stop for a few seconds to catch their breaths, and he takes it as a chance to fully pull off his shirt over his head. She watches his toned upper half in all its glory, while he's unbuckling his belt and smirking, making eye contact during it all.

"Am I gonna strip alone here or what ?" He jokes, unzipping his pants by now. She rolls her eyes playfully, getting rid of her own top. His eyes widen a little when her bare breasts suddenly appear.

"See? I'm fast." She says while pulling down her shorts and panties in one go, leaving her fully naked lying there under him. His mouth falls open a little, his movements slowing down with surprise.

"Hurry upp," she whines, helping him pull down his boxers along with his pants. Now it's her turn to be surprised, looking at his impressive length with a hint of drool from her mouth.

"Holy..." she bites her lip to suppress a moan, her hands freely running down his chest and on its way to touch his cock.

"Nope not now," he takes her hand off before it makes contact, smiling devilishly. "Lie back down for me sweetheart."

With the heat of the moment she doesn't even protest, lying back down as told. She instinctively spreads her legs for him to position himself between them, still sitting up on his knees as he grasps his hard cock in his hand.

Leaning down a little, he teases his head from her clit and down to her pussy opening, then back up in a back and forth motion. She's looking down at where he's making that friction, her breath starting to accelerate as she surprisingly feels yet another orgasm creeping up with how sensitive she is.

"Oh my god, oh my god, Junmyeon..." She's moaning his name as she throws her head back against the pillow, cumming hard yet again, this time just from his tip rubbing on her. He waits for her to get down from her high to tease her about it.

"Again? I'm not even inside you yet," he chuckles, looking at her underneath him and biting his lip. He begins stroking himself now and sighs. "You're so fucking hot."

She's still recovering, looking back at him with half closed eyes as she watches the way he's touching himself. She can't believe how turned on she still is, this time craving him inside her. She brings her knees up by the sides of her chest, now her pussy angled up towards his sitting form.

He quickly reacts and guides his head back to her opening, not waiting any longer as he now slowly enters her wet heat. They both groan in pleasure, her walls gripping him in the best way possible.

"Fuck..." that's all he's able to muster, feeling like he was about to blow his load right there. He concentrates though and starts moving slowly, bottoming out before pulling back almost all the way.

He repeats his actions, in and out with slow, deep strokes. After a little while the pace increases to sharper thrusts, skin slapping and wetness sounds audible throughout the room.

Her moans get louder with how good he's fucking her, and he enjoys seeing the blissed out look on her face from taking his cock. They go for a few minutes before changing positions, him pulling out much to her protest.

"Turn around." She obliges quickly, getting on all fours with her bottom pointed towards him. He squeezes her ass cheeks and plays around with them, but she's so frustrated she starts wiggling around closer to him so she can feel him again. He sees that and laughs a little, finding her impatience both hot, and oddly enough in this situation, kind of cute.

Before she can comment he gets back to it as he holds her hip with one hand, using the other to position himself before once again entering. The pleasure gets even more intense for the both of them, and he finds his pace once more while he holding her with both hands now, thrusting hard and fast. She can't help the noises that escape her, almost screaming in pleasure when he hits all those spots perfectly.

He moans when he looks down at the view of his cock disappearing inside her again and again, her juices coating him and dripping down around him. He feels himself approaching his own finish, but not before making her cum again, this time with him penetrating her.

"God I'm so close. You with me, baby girl?" He asks her. She's not able to form a coherent reply, so she just moans back.

"Cum for me baby. Say my name." His grip on her hips get tighter, and he fucks into her even harder. She can't take it all when she feels the pressure building up for the third time tonight, becoming more of a moaning mess under him.

"Oh, Junmyeon!" She reaches her climax, her walls contracting around him and squeezing as this one hits her the hardest. He feels himself about to burst so he pulls out, jerking himself off until spurts of his milk coat her back, groaning and continuing until the last drop.

She slumps over from her position directly onto her stomach now, feeling truly spent out and freshly well fucked. He grabs a tissue and cleans his mess from her back, then lays down beside her.

She looks at him as he regains his breath, eyes closed and glistening in sweat with a hint of glow. A sight she won't forget anytime soon.

Her hand moves on its own as she lifts a fallen strand of hair away from over his face, making him open his eyes and look at her.

"I'm sorry, is this weird ?" she pulls her hand away and smiles awkwardly, to which he laughs and shakes his head at her.

"It's not. Come here," he raises his arm enough for her to crawl into and cuddle with him.

"What are we now ?" She asks after a few moments in silence, slightly nervous with how he might answer. He pauses a little and thinks carefully.

"Are you willing for us to be more ?"

"As in, you becoming my boyfriend ?" She looks up at him with a smirk.

"Yeah, I like the sound of that." He leans in and kisses her softly, both of them smiling into it.

"Me too," she pulls back a little and murmurs. "A lot."

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jj-lynn21 · 5 years ago

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Snow in Hollywood Chapter 2

@tephi101 @sweet-teekorbs chapter 2 warnings: extreme cuteness and adorableness, brothers teasing each other, delayed affection, a bit of romance starting.

Chapter 2

When you get off the plane you are exhausted. You head towards a pickup area. You get a text with a photo. It says:

I’m Alex. Dad said to wait by the car for you.

When you go through the exit you see him leaning against a black town car with a happy smile on his face. As soon as you get close enough for him to realize you are who he is waiting for he walks over and envelops you in a big hug. He grabs your bookbag.

Alex says, “High Snow. Its great to meet you. You are going to love it here.”

He opens the passenger door for you, and you get in feeling a little overwhelmed by his happy personality. He puts your backpack in the trunk and gets in to drive. He continues to talk to you on the way to your new home.

Alex said, “I am happy you are here. All my brothers live in a big house on the hill. I think the house could really use a feminine presence. My Dad said you haven’t had a good day, but we will make sure you never have a bad day while you are staying with us.”

Yawning you say, “Thanks.”

Alex said, “Oh I bet you are tired and exhausted. I just got off work so I think I will sleep really good when I hit that pillow, but I will make sure you are all tucked in, in the guest bedroom first…”

That’s the last you hear before dozing of to sleep in the car. You wake up a little as he carries you into the house. You hear him talking to one of his brothers.

Sam says, “Is she ok? I can check her out before I head to the hospital for my shift.”

Alex says, “No need Doc. She is just exhausted from her travels. I’ll tuck her in the guest room.”

Your eyes flutter opened a moment looking up at Alex.

Alex said, “Don’t worry Princess. You are safe. That was just my brother Sam. He’s a Doctor.”

Alex tucks you into the cozy bed. You see someone else leaning against the door as you snuggle under the covers. You hear Alex talking to the guy at the door before you dose off to sleep.

Alex says, “Let her rest you dope. You can meet her in the morning. How are the little ones? Is Ossian able to sleep with his sniffles?”

Bill says, “Yeah the kids are fine. Sam gave Ossian something to help him rest but his pillow is so snotty it’s disgusting.”

He pulls his brother away from the door so he can close it.

Bill say, “She’s really, pretty isn’t she?”

Alex says, “Yeah she’s cute but Dad wants us to protect her, so no being creepy.”

Bill says, “I’m not creepy. You’re creepy.”

Alex chuckles and heads to check on the kids before going to bed. Before heading to bed Bill peaks in on you one more time.

In the morning you wake to the banging of pots and pans but also the delicious smell of bacon and egg and waffles. You know you must look a mess. You peak out of the room and walk down the hall towards the noise. When they see you everything stops and they all stare.

You say, “Good morning fellows. Point me in the direction or the restroom?”

Gustaf says, “You all woke her up. Aren’t things bad enough for her. She couldn’t even sleep in her first night here.”

Alex says, “Don’t be so grumpy Gustaf. Good morning Snow. I hope you slept well. The shower is across the Livingroom, down that hall. Second door on your right.”

Bill said, “Um I I can show you if you would like Princess.?”

His big eyes kind of linger on you but kind of looking away from you also. Like they are looking two different directions. Gustaf slaps him upside the head.

Gustaf says, “She doesn’t need help to shower dopey.”

You laugh and head across the room with your bookbag in tow. One of the kids sneezes three times.

You say, “Bless you.”

The child says, “Thank you pretty Princess.”

You say, “Your welcome young prince.”

Alex comes over to the child with a fresh box of tissues and encourages him to blow his nose.

Alex said, “Ok sneezy blow. It was very nice of you to thank the Princess, Ossian.”

Ossian, “Are you sure she’s a Princess Biggest Brother. Her hair was pretty crazy looking. She was a hot mess.”

Everyone laughed.

Alex said, “Where did you hear that term Hot Mess?”

The eight-year-old shrugged.

Alex said, “Well all girls are Princesses until they get married. Then they are the Queen of their household.”

Ossian said, “So, our sister is a Queen?”

Alex said, “Yes, she is a Queen and also our Mother is a Queen.”

Ossian said, “So, Daddy is the King and we are all Princes.”

Alex said, “I guess you can say that.”

Ossian said, “Cool.”

He sneezed a few more times. Alex gave him another tissue.

After your shower, you come out in a royal blue sweatshirt over a red tank top and a yellow skirt. Everyone is sitting down gobbling down their breakfast. All except for Kolbjorn who is asleep his face sideways laying on his highchair table with Cheerios sticking to the side of his face. Bill jumps up and pulls out an empty chair for you. You sit down and smile at him.

You say, “Thank you. I think someone over there is ready for a nap.”

Ossian said, “Not me princess. I am not sleeping in my breakfast like Kolbjorn.”

Gustaf grumbles, “I’ll take sleepy to his bed.”

Alex said, “Thank you Gustaf. Snow let me introduce you to everyone. Gustaf just took Kolbjorn to take a nap. Sam is on my right. This big boy on my left is Ossian.”

Ossian sneezes than says, “I’m eight so I don’t take naps like my little brother. He’s five.”

You say, “Bless you Ossian. You are quite sneezy.”

Ossian says, “I got a cold but my next to second biggest bother Sam got me medicine and I feel better. I am just sneezy.”

The one hiding under his hoodie is Valter. He is a little bashful. The dopey guy to your right next to you is Bill.”

You look at the brothers around the table with a polite smile on your face. You then look at the variety of food in the middle of the table. The adult men are all over six-foot tall. You are not even close to that tall, but you guess that is why their father thought they would be good protectors.

Sam said, “I have to get a little sleep before heading back to work. It was nice to meet you Snow.”

You said, “It was nice to meet you also Sam. This is sure a lot of variety for breakfast.”

Alex said, “I wasn’t sure what you would want so I cooked a little bit of everything. We had some so go ahead and take what you want before my brothers devour the rest.”

They all seem to be watching you as you grab a waffle and some strawberries to go on it. When you start to eat the chaos of them all grabbing for the food in the middle of the table ensues. You laugh watching them. When it looks like everyone is finished you stand up and start cleaning up the dishes.

Alex said, “Ok everyone time to clean up. We can’t let the Princess do all our dirty work. Valter get your underwear off the Livingroom couch. We have a lady living with us now.”

Valter blushes and runs into the living room and grabs his underwear and a few other things of his and runs to his room. You stack the dishes. You can’t believe there is no food to throw away or save. They ate it all after you got your breakfast. Ossian starts picking up his toys from everywhere.

Ossian says, “Can we sing the Cleanup song biggest brother?”

Gustaf say, “Oh no please no.”

Alex starts singing, “Clean up, clean up, ever body clean up. Everyone do their share. Stada upp, stada upp, standigt stada upp, Kroppen alla gor sin dar…”

Ossian is singing along happily.

Gustaf say, “No, you didn’t even start on the Swedish singing.”

You laugh and sing along as best you can while you start to do the dishes. Alex just sings louder and into Gustaf’s face. Gustaf grumbles as he cleans but, in a moment, you hear him singing fainting under his breath. Bill brings some dishes from the Livingroom to the kitchen. He hovers behind you quietly for a moment not sure if he should interrupt you or not.

Alex says, “Less stalking more working Bill.”

He continues singing fluctuating between English and Swedish. You are sing along when Bill taps you on the shoulder. You jump.

Bill says, “Um sorry I scared you Princess. I Uh found some more dishes. I can help you clean them if you uh um want help.”

You look up to him and smile. He seems a bit, what did Alex call him, dopey but really adorable. And you know he didn’t mean to scare you. You take the dishes from him and put them in the water. He rubs his hands together. Then he kind of brushes his pants off with his hands.

You say, “Sure you can help Bill. Why don’t you dry while I wash?”

Bill said, “Yeah, I can do that.”

Gustaf notices Bill helping you. He nudges Alex who shrugs and continues singing. You start singing again. You bump Bill. He fumbles a cup but catches it before it falls.

Gustaf said, “Don’t break any more dishes Bill.” He then laughed.

Bill said, “I know I’m an idiot. I’ll be more careful. You could always help her instead.”

Gustaf said, “No, no you keep doing your thing over there. I wouldn’t want to interrupt.”

You said, “now, boys. Bill you are not an idiot. You are perfectly fine. I bumped you so you almost dropped a cup, but you caught it fine.” You get on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. You say, “Gustaf stop harassing your brother like that.”

Gustaf says, “I always harass him. It shows him I care.”

Alex finally stops singing. He looks around the room. Then he picks up Ossian. Ossian laughs.

Alex says, “Time to get cleaned up little man. How about you go to set with me today?”

Ossian said, “No thank you. I want to stay and protect my Princess.” He whispers in Alex’s ear, “She’s going to be my Queen when I get old like Dad.”

Alex holds back a chuckle. He says, “Bill you think you can hold down the fort while me and Gustaf go to set? Ossian will of course help you.”

You say, “I can help with your younger brothers Bill.”

Bill says, “Thank you Princess. I guess we got this Alex.”

You say, “Bill you can call me Snow.”

As he put the last dish away Bill said, “Well, its just um you know, you look like a Princess so is it cool I call you that? I uh don’t have to if you don’t want me to. I just um..”

Putting your hand on his arm you say, “Its fine you call me Princess.” You let the water out of the sink and start cleaning the sink. You say, “If I’m a Princess perhaps some day my Prince will come.”

You start humming Someday My Prince Will Come as you dry your hands. As you keep humming Ossian comes in and you start to dance with him. Bill watches you. Alex comes out and sees Bill looking pouty. He goes over and nudges him.

Alex whispers, “Go cut in little brother. Ossian will have to get use to that sooner or later, it might as well be sooner.” As Alex and Gustaf head out the door Alex announces, “We will probably be back late. Have a happy day.”

Ossian runs over to his brothers who are leaving to say goodbye. Bill goes up to You.

Bill says, “I will dance with you Princess.”

You say, “Ok”

You beginning to hum a different tune. For some reason it’s the song from Lady and the Tramp when the dogs eat at the Italian place. It just popped into your head. Your left hand reaches up to rest on Bill’s shoulder. Your right hand gets swallowed up in his huge hand and you both dance a bit around the living room as you hum. He has a big dopey smile on his face. You smile up at him. Ossian runs over getting in between you. You stop humming.

Ossian says, “Hey that’s my Princess Billy. She was dancing with me first.”

Bill unhands you and bows to his little brother. You try not to laugh.

Bill says, “As you wish little Prince.”

You do laugh at that as you say, “I think I should go check on Kolbjorn. We can all watch a movie. Do you think Valter would like to join us?”

Bill shrugs. You shake your head as you head to where you saw Alex take Kolbjorn. He is just sitting on the floor playing with some toys. You sit across from him on the floor and smile. He hands you a pink truck.

Kolbjorn says, “It’s a Princess truck. Its Pink but its my favorite truck. My biggest brother wears pink and he is really cool.”

You say, “Yes, guys that wear pink are really cool.”

You push the car around a little and Kolbjorn picks another car to push beside yours.

You say, “I was thinking we could watch a movie with Bill, Ossian and maybe Valter, how does that sound?”

Kolbjorn jumps up and runs out of the room as he says, “I’ll get him.”

You jump up laughing and follow him to Valter’s room. Kolbjorn has jumped on him and they are play wrestling. It looks like Valter is losing. You stand at the door completely amused.

You say, “I don’t mean to interrupt but I wanted you to come watch a movie with us Valter.”

He stops wrestling his little brother and seems embarrassed you caught him being playful. Kolbjorn gets up and grabs Valters hand pulling him to go.

Kolbjorn says, “Come on second big brother. Let’s watch a movie with the Princess. She likes my Pink truck because it’s a very cool pink truck.”

Valter chuckles and gets up to let his little brother pull him to the living room. You follow. When you get to the living room you sit on the opposite end of the loveseat as Bill. The kids sit between you both crawling on him as he tries to tickle them. Valter sits in an over sized chair.

You say, “So, what should we watch.”

Ossian, “Can we watch the scary clown movie since biggest brother isn’t here?”

Laughing Bill says, “No, I was thinking Lady and the Tramp since that is what our Princess was humming.”

You blush. You can’t believe he knew that tune just from you humming it.

Ossian says, “Does that have kissing? Kissing is yucky, isn’t it Valter?”

Blushing Valter says, “No, I can’t agree with you on that one little brother,”

Bill says, “Its about doggies. We all love doggies, right.”

Both kids jump up and down on him screaming, “Yea, doggies.”

Bill glances over at you a few times during the movie. You pretend not to notice. Valter is hiding in his hoodie pretending not to watch the movie but he secretly loves it.

Kolbjorn falls asleep snuggling up on Bills lap. Ossian looks disgusted at the TV.

Ossian says, “They’re kissing. Why are those dogs kissing? It’s disgusting.”

You, Bill and Valter laugh.

Bill says, “They are kissing because they are on a date and really like each other.”

Ossian crinkles his nose showing his displeasure for such a thing. The movie ends.

Bill says, “I think it is reading time Ossian. Do you want to read me a book or read silently in your room for a while?”

Ossian says , “I will read in my room. I don’t want to see any more kissing on my TV.”

Chuckling Bill says, “Yes sir.”

Ossian stomps off to his room.

Valter says, “I’m going to play videos games.”

Bill says, “Maybe you should call your girlfriend to.”

Valter blushes and runs off to his room.

You say, “So, what do you usually do at this time of day?”

Shrugging Bill says, “I don’t know. Just stuff, I guess. Let me put Kolbjorn down for a nap. Then we can take a walk around the grounds if you want?”

You say, “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

You straighten up the love seat and go freshen up in the bathroom while Bill puts the little one down for a nap. You hear him check in on Ossian.

Bill says, “I’m going to take a walk. If you need anything just go, ask Valter.”

Then you hear him talking to Valter.

Bill says, “Hey I’m going to show Snow the grounds. You have the kids for a few minutes?”

Valter says, “Sure man, whatever. Good luck.”

Bill said, “We are just going for a walk.”

Valter said, “Ok, whatever you say. I got the rugrat.”

You wait to hear Bill head down the hall before you walk out of the bathroom. You don’t want him to really know you heard him with his brother. When you enter the livingroom, he is just standing there rubbing his hands together looking down. He reaches up to rub his neck when he sees you.

Bill says, “Oh hey um you ready for that walk?”

Smiling you say, “Sure, do you think I need my sweatshirt?”

Bill says, “Nah, you’re in Hollywood now. Its seven-five degrees. It might even get into the 90s today. It’s not like the cold Fall days in Ohio.”

He heads to the door and opens it. He motions for you to walk out first. You walk out and he shuts the door behind you both. You look around as you walk beside him. He puts his hands in his jean pockets.

You say, “How do you know about the weather right now in Ohio?”

Bill says, “I was filming in Cleveland last week. It was snowing already. It was kind of beautiful through the windows. And atleast it doesn’t get dark in the states for three months straight. That’s why I like it hear in the fall and winter.”

You say, “That must be a little scary.”

Bill says, “No, it doesn’t scare me. I can’t think of anything that really scares me.”

You walk with him in silence for a few moments. Then you decide to ask about, what you would consider, the compound.

You say, “So, with the high walls and dome over us I guess you all value your privacy?”

Bill says, “Yeah.”

He has his hands out of his pockets and he is fidgeting not keeping his hands from rubbing together, rubbing down his arms and pant legs. You think these nervous little ticks are adorable. But you don’t dare bring to his attention you notice since it might embarrass him. You trip on a stick in the yard and start to fall backwards. Bill catches you. You have your arms around his neck. You look at him both of you have eyes wide staring at each other in the moment.

Bill says, “I got you Princess.”

You say, “Thank you Bill.”

You stand back up. When the two of you are walking you reach for his hand and he holds yours. You walk around the back of the property and you see a nice sized pool with a slide and diving board, a roped off area for the kids and a hot tub.

You say, “To bad I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”

Bill says, “We don’t have bathing suits either.”

You say, “Oh.”

Bill says, “If you want to take a swim after lunch, the kids would probably love that.”

Blushing at the thought you say, “Maybe.”

The two of you sit on the day bed swing.

Bill says, “I have this work party to go to this weekend. It is a Masquerade Ball thing my manager thinks I should parade around at so more writers and directors see how I interact with people or some shit like that. Do you want to go?”

His big green eyes look so expectant as he looks to you for an answer. You smile holding his gaze.

You say, “I didn’t bring anything that fancy.”

Bill says, “Don’t worry about that. I can make some calls and get you a dress that flatters your beauty and everything you would need for the Ball. I mean if you um really want to go with me.”

His little nervous ticks start up again. You grab both his hands.

You say, “I would love to go with you to this Ball.”

He leans closer to you. Your heart beat a bit faster as you lean closer to him and close your eyes. Ossian jumps on the swing between you.

Ossian says, “Valter won’t make me lunch. I’m starving to death here. You can make me lunch, right Bigger brother?

Bill jumps up and puts Ossian on his shoulders as he walks toward the backdoor of the house. You get up and follow them letting out a big sigh.

Bill said, “Of course I will. Is Kolbjorn up and ready for lunch to?”

Osscian said, “Yes, but he had to poop so he didn’t come get you with me. Can we play outside after lunch?”

Bill said, “sure we can.”

He throws Osscian off his shoulder on to the oversized chair. Bill heads to the kitchen. You sit down on the love seat and kind of watch what Bill is doing in the kitchen and kind of watch Osscian bouncing on the chair. Valter comes into the living room with Kolbjorn. The kids sit on the floor playing with some trucks. Valter goes into the kitchen with Bill. You can’t hear what they are saying but they are pushing each other around and laughing. Valter throws a bag of chips from the cupboard on the table as Bill makes some sandwiches. He cuts one in half and puts each half on the kids’ plates. He cuts another one in half and puts half on a plate for himself. He makes a whole one for Valter.

Bill says, “Princess, I made turkey sandwiches with lettuce, tomato and mayo, do you want a whole one or a half?”

You say, “Just a half is fine, thank you.”

You bring the kids to the table. Osscian want to sit between you and Bill of course. Kolbjorn sits between Bill and Valter. Valter is getting use to you a bit more so he isn’t hiding in his hoodie as he eats. Bill gets a half handful of chips for the kids before he gets any for himself.

Bill said, “We will go play outside after lunch. I’ll make those calls to get you ready for the Ball Princess when we are sitting back on the swing,”

You eat a chip and pull a small part of your sandwich off to eat and nod in agreement.

Osscian said, “But no kissing. Kissing him is gross Princess. You don’t want to do that.”

You turn beat red.

Valter says, “Eat your lunch or you will stay inside with me while I talk to my girlfriend on phone instead of playing outside with Snow and Bill.”

Both kids say, “Ewww.”

Valter and Bill laugh at them. After lunch you head outside with Bill and the kids. Bill walks around as he calls a few people as you chase the kids around and end up swinging with Kolbjorn in your lap. Occasionally, Bill looks over and smiles at the way you are playing with the kids. Bill comes over and takes your hand leading you to the day bed swing. You sit down with him. The kids are happily running around screaming and laughing as they play tag.

Bill says, “I was able to find a stylist that doesn’t mind working a last-minute miracle for you. He’s like the fairy Godmother for starlets out here. The thing is you must be there at four in the morning so he can work his magic in twenty-four hours. Also, you will have to choose an off the rack dress since he will not have time to make you an original. I have a spa lunch set up for after that for both of us. I just added you as a guest at the spa I go to before events. I hope this is all cool with you and not to overwhelming.

You say, “It does sound over whelming but very fun also. Thank you for setting it up.”

Playing with your small hands in his large hands he says, “Your welcome Princess.”

He leans into you and then looks to see if the kids are watching. Of course, they are watch and they decide to join the two of you on the swing. Bill tickles them both as you sit back and laugh a little. He is wonderful with his little brothers even if you are repeated interrupted by them. You think eventually you will get some time to finish what you keep kind of starting, if you are not reading the situation more than he is meaning that is, right? Maybe tomorrow.

#alex skarsgard #gustaf skarsgard #bill skarsgard #valter skarsgård #skarsgard #fairytale #snow white #fanfic #snow in hollywood #red and the full moon #vee

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crue-sixx · 5 years ago

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Hungry Like A Wolf

Title: Hungry Like A Wolf

Author: tiddly-winx

Fandom: The Dirt (Motley Crue Movie)

Summary: The reader is bitten by a big dog, but she's in for more than just an infection.

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Gore, Sickness, Smut. Animal Death, Werewolves

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It was Halloween, the band's favorite holiday. You guys went all out, decorating the apartment, making your costumes with whatever you could find and throwing them together last minute. Of course you stocked up on candy-both for you all to eat and to pass out to the kids in the building. You and your boyfriend Tommy were handing out the candy, and when the trick-or-treating hours had concluded, the real tricks would start.

Nikki had bought five dozen eggs a month ago and let them rot, planning on having you all throw the putrid stink bombs at adult passerby who happened to be roaming around. You all had it planned out-two on the left, two on the right and one sitting in a tree or on the roof. You were with Tommy on the right, Mick and Vince to the left and Nikki up high. You bombarded a few groups of teenagers who were bullying younger kids for their candy. The little bastards deserved it.

The stink exploded on impact, causing the pizza faced boys to gag and scatter. "That's what you get for bein' mean to little kids, assholes!" Nikki shouted from up top. The teenagers all cursed and vowed revenge, but you all knew it was an empty threat.

When all the eggs were spent, you kissed Tommy on the cheek and said "Go on back to our room, Babe" you said winking "I gotta go pick something up for your treat tonight" he grinned, knowing full well that he was getting a special sex session tonight.

"Why didn't you just have it delivered or pick it up earlier?" he whined, not wanting to wait for his Halloween Treat.

"Because" you eyed them all "Most of you guys like to try and ransack my drawers for my underwear" except for Mick, they all nervously laughed and glanced down. "And I didn't want the surprise to be spoiled" you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. He of course returned the gesture with aplomb.

"Hurry back, Y/N" he said, not wanting to let you go but he had to.

"I will, Tommy" you blew him a kiss, to which he caught it and sent it back. Nikki and Vince made mock gagging gestures and Tommy laughed at that.

You were on your way to the shop that was open late tonight when you had to cross the park to make a short cut. It was like Central Park in New York, but considerably smaller. You could see your destination just on the other side when you heard a rustling in the bushes. You turned and saw a rather large dog, you didn't think anything of it and tried to go on your way, but a supernatural force pulled you back to stare into it's eyes.

Your heart rate slowed down and you entered a dreamlike state. The dog's eyes were yellow and looking at you like you were it's next meal. You were in a trance, the creature having reared up and walking on two legs like a human. You knew you should have been terrified and run off, but the power keeping you there made that impossible.

You could smell and feel it's hot steamy rank breath as it exhaled on you. It's fangs were dripping with saliva and you could see it's mouth twisting into an ugly snarl. It then howled and lunged at you, knocking you over. The sudden movement snapped you out of the trance and you screamed for help. The thing clamping down on your arms with its jaws and scratching at your belly with claws so sharp it could cut diamonds.

It would have killed you if someone hadn't blown it's brains out just as it was going in for the kill. Your neck was exposed and it was about to bleed you dry when you heard a crack of thunder and then a pink misty cloud of blood and brain matter splattered the white rose bushes, painting them a brilliant red. The shooter stepped forward, a young teen boy right after him. "What should we do about 'er Pa?" asked the boy in a nervous tone.

"Let's put 'er outta 'er misery" the older man cocked the shotgun and pointed it at you.

You had tears running down your face as you tried to speak "Please no..." when you heard more people coming your way with flashlights.

"Damn it!" the older man cursed "Grab the beast boy and hightail it outta here!" The son did as his father bade, and they left you to bleed. It wasn't long however when a group of police officers came to your aid and radioed for an ambulance.

In your blood loss induced state of delirium, you asked "Why did they paint the roses red? They're gonna lose their heads..." before you finally passed out.

Back at the apartment, they were all getting worried. They knew where the sex shop was-they all frequented it for condoms and various other sex novelties. It didn't take two hours to get there and back. Tommy was pacing around in circles cracking his knuckles."Where the fuck is she?" he felt the worry puke coming on.

"Relax" Nikki tried to reassure him "Maybe there's a long line at the check out counter or something..."

Then the phone blared. An ominous pressure filled the room as they all stared at it. When the phone rights at two in the morning, nothing good ever happens. Tommy picked it up and said "Y/N?"

"No" an unfamiliar voice answered "Is this Tommy Lee?"

"Yeah" he had to steady himself on the table. From the expression on his face, they all knew it couldn't be good. They waited in uncomfortable anticipation for more information "Who're you?"

"I am Doctor Finkle from L.A. General. Do you know a woman by the name of Y/N L/N?"

"Yeah she's my girlfriend" his voice cracked "Is she okay?"

"I cannot say exactly" the sound of papers shuffling "from the police report, it states that she was attacked by a large animal in the park and was just bought into our operating room for emergency surgery. Please get here as quick as you can..." it sounded like you didn't have much time left, and Tommy bolted for the door without even hanging up the phone or putting shoes on. The rest of the guys followed him and he filled them in on the way in the car.

When they finally got there, Tommy ran in, knocking over a nurse with a cart full of medicine. "Y/N L/N!" he wheezed, out of breath "Is she still in surgery?!"

The receptionist typed in your name and your status was stated next to it "Yes, she is. The O.R. is on the fourth floor. Please fill out a visitors-" he wouldn't let her finish, him sprinting to the elevator and pressing the buttons repeatedly. His rational mind knew that pressing the same buttons over and over again wouldn't make the damn thing go faster, but his emotional side was nervously twitching.

"Come on, damn thing..." the others caught up to him as the doors opened and he went in, repeating the previous motions of button mashing the fourth floor button.

A passing orderly was unfortunate enough to be within reaching distance of Tommy's arms. He grabbed the poor unsuspecting young man and shook him violently "Y/N L/N! Where is she?! Where's the fuckin' doctor?!"

Dr. Finkle heard the voice he had spoken to fifteen minutes ago and came out in scrubs, fresh from surgery "Mr. Lee?"

Tommy's head snapped to him and he said "Dr. Finkle?!"

"Yes, that's me. If you'll stop terrorizing my orderly I can fill you in on your lady friend's condition" Tommy let the trembling man go, offering him an apologetic look. "The consultation room is this way" he motioned with his hand to a small room that could only fit two maybe three people.

Tommy went in and sat with him while Mick, Vince and Nikki watched from the waiting room trying to read their lips. Dr, Finkle looked haggard, he had been working all day on idiotic drunkards who had gotten themselves into ridiculous situations. Most of them were minor injuries, cuts and scrapes that the patients INSISTED were broken bones. But this woman was the real deal, her blood tests showed no alcohol or any other substances in her system. She was just a poor soul in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"How is she, Doc?" Tommy's voice cracked, on the verge of tears.

"She's stable" the doctor answered. Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. "She lost a lot of blood, but we were able to stop the bleeding and replace what she lost. She'll be alright, she just needs a few days in here to recover and to make sure she didn't get any diseases of whatever animal attacked her" he took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes.

"What's the damage?" Tommy wanted to be ready for what he was going to see.

"She has extensive bite marks on her arms-most likely defensive wounds-some deep. She also has claw marks on her chest and abdomen, but those are superficial. They're not much concern at this time."

Tommy swallowed hard and asked "When can I see her?"

"In about ten minutes. She's being settled into her room right now. The anesthesia may last longer than that, but that's to be expected" he took off his glasses and added off the record "you can stay as long as you want. I recon that you'll be the first person she wants to see when she wakes up..."

"Thanks Doc" he was very appreciative and shook his hand "For taking care of my girl..."

"She's in room 509 on the recovery floor" the doctor added. She should be settled by the time you get up there" they then parted ways, Tommy grateful for the man who saved his lover's life.

The others got up when they saw him come out, the waiting game being too much for them "How is she?"

"She'll live" Tommy said flatly "Go on back to the apartment, I'll stay with her" they looked at each other uneasily and agreed.

"Do you want us to get you anything before we go?" Mick asked, being uncharacteristically empathetic.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll just have the shitty coffee and snacks to hold me over" he tried to smile, but it was very weak and unconvincing. They reluctantly left but they knew he needed alone time with his girl.

You were still in your drugged sleep when he came in. He thought he'd mentally prepared himself for what he might see, but he was wrong. Most of your upper body was bandaged up like a mummy, but your head was still visible. He let out a few whimpers before breaking down like a lost child. "Y/N...Baby..." he took your hand and held it. "I'm so sorry...I never should have let you go alone..."

You were starting to wake up then, saying "Don't beat yourself up, Tommy" he jumped, startled at your quick recovery.

"Y/N!" he was both happy and perplexed "How are you awake so soon?!"

"I heard you crying and thought I'd wake my lazy ass up and see what's going on" you smiled at him, still groggy from the drugs. He was just so happy that you were okay, that he leaned down and gave you the sweetest, softest kiss he ever did.

"I love you" he confessed through his sobs, snot dripping down his face.

"I love you too, Tommy" you reached up to try and clean his face, but you were seeing triple and couldn't tell which Tommy to wipe.

"I got it, Babe" he laughed and wiped his face.

All the tests came back negative for any animal borne diseases, and you were clear to go back to the apartment. Tommy was there by your side all the while, the guys bringing him clothes and toiletries so he could be clean. He hated being able to smell himself and it was nasty.

The guys had a small party when you came home, just the five of you and a little welcome home cake. You thanked them and had a few beers, Tommy leading you away from them to make love to you in a proper fashion. He gingerly touched your scars and kissed them, You tried to shy away from his touching them but he insisted "They're a part of you now, and I love everything about you..."

"Tommy..." you sighed a ragged breath of carnal desire. "Fuck me..."

"Don't gotta tell me twice" you were already so wet from just him touching you that he didn't need to do anything like oral or fingering. He was rock hard too, so he just slid inside easily. He let out a gasp of pleasure and commented "Oh fuck baby you're tighter than usual..."

"Well, I have been out of practice for a week" you whispered into his neck before kissing it. You then felt a strange savage second nature begin to wash over you. You smelled his blood pumping through his veins. You wanted him. His flesh. His meat. You were able to push the urge down and he continued to fuck you.

"Jesus Fuckin' Christ" he moaned into your mouth "You feel hotter too..." he grunted loudly "my dick's on fire...fuck" he had you against the wall, holding onto you tightly. You turned your ass to him.

"Do me from behind Babe" you groaned and dug your nails into the plaster. He happily obliged, liking this new angle. You could hear his balls slapping against your ass gently, serving to draw the both of you closer to your climax.

"Oh God" Tommy gasped, bucking his hips wildly "I'm gonna fuckin' cum..." you quickly pulled away from him and took him into your mouth, deep throating him as he pumped his seed down your gullet. He held your head in place, his own falling back in exhausted pleasure.

After you had swallowed his semen, you looked up at him and said "Was that hot for you baby?"

"So fuckin' hot Y/N" he was panting "I could feel your nose against my stomach..." he gulped hard "I love it when we try new stuff in the bedroom..." he picked you up and kissed you tenderly. He was spent, but you hadn't finished. You didn't care about that, you had your man with you and that's all that mattered.

The next morning, you smelled the sweet aroma of frying meat. It lulled you out of bed and into the kitchen where Tommy was making breakfast. "Mornin'!" he greeted, but you didn't answer. You smelled the raw bacon on the counter and couldn't take your eyes off it. Your mouth began to water, just the thought of tasting fresh meat driving you mad with ravenous hunger.

You scooped up the raw meat and tore into it like a wild animal, your teeth making it easier to shred than before. Tommy watched you in amazed horror, then put a hand on your shoulder to stop you from eating raw meat. You snarled at him, your eyes full of pure rage at having your meal interrupted. "The fuck you want?!" your voice wasn't just your own, but a deep throated. rolling growl. You were so pissed that he'd interrupt your meal like that! You imagined ripping out his esophagus and making his intestines your meal but you realized how fucked up that was and calmed down.

He was actually scared to respond at first but he said "Dude, you're eating raw meat...that's got bacteria in it..."

"Erm...right..." you put down the raw meat and looked down "sorry..."

He gave you a strange look, but let it go.

Things went back to normal for a few weeks, then exactly one month after the attack you fell ill. First, you were burning up and sweating buckets. Then the vomiting when you had nothing in your stomach. Everyone thought it was just the flu and they stayed clear of you, Tommy bringing you soup and some crackers.

Then your insides started burning, and the vomiting turned more violent. It was when you saw blood in the toilet that you started to panic. "Tommy! I need-" a new round of blood vomit came but this one actually hurt. It was then your skin started to itch-like tiny bugs were crawling all over the surface. You started scratching.

Tommy had heard you call for him, and when he came in the bathroom, he saw you clawing at your arms "Y/N, what the fuck?!" he grabbed a towel "You're bleeding!"

"I'm just so itchy..." you brushed him off and continued to scratch, drawing more blood from your body.

"Fuckin' stop!" Tommy grabbed both your hands to keep you from doing more damage.

"Tommy what the fuck's going on in there?!" Nikki shouted.

He didn't have time to answer, you had stood up, whipped your head back and headbutted him, breaking his nose. Nikki and Vince burst through the door when they saw the carnage. They stared speechless, Tommy knocked out on the floor and you bloody with your muscle meat on display. "T-Bone!" Nikki went to his fallen friend, and you had thrown up blood all over him.

You were then on the ground twitching. They thought you were having a seizure and Tommy was trying to help you, but then they saw your features begin to change. Your bones began to break on their own, your skin tore away from your frame, the largest organ of the body unable to contain the new growth. In it's place, coarse fur and animal skin grew. Your nose elongated into a snout, fangs protruding where your teeth once were.

Nikki and Vince didn't wait around to see what was happening next, instead grabbing Tommy and dragging him out of the apartment and hauling ass out of there. You-or whatever version of you that was followed them down the hallway on all fours. "Holy shit!" Tommy had woken up and was staring a behemoth of a dog in the face.

The thing had leapt up, ready to completely devour them all when a soft whistling was heard, then a yelp from the animal and then the thing skidded across the floor. They looked up and saw Mick with a hunting rifle, but a tranquilizer dart in the animal's thigh. "What the fuck was that?" Tommy asked.

Nikki and Vince looked at each other, unsure to what to say. They knew what they had saw and weren't on anything that would make them see that. Mick spoke up and said "That's Y/N. She's a werewolf" as easily as saying "Pass the fuckin' potatoes".

"What the fuck?" Nikki whispered.

"How do you know?" Tommy looked at Mick.

"Shut up and watch, Drummer" he said, and you started shrinking back to normal size.

"H-how is this possible?" Tommy stumbled back, his broken nose the least of his worries.

"It was on Halloween when she was attacked. A few of my buddies heard about werewolf activity in the area and decided to check it out" he pulled the dart from your thigh, you giving a small yelp of pain as he did so.

"How do you know all this shit?" Vince questioned "Werewolves and all that crap are just myths!"

Mick took a long while to respond, but when he did "There are things that go bump in the night, boys. I'm one of the ones who bump back" he grabbed you by your foot and began to drag you across the floor.

Tommy got up and shouted "Hey! Where you takin' her?!"

"To a place where she can turn and not hurt anybody" he took you down the stairs, being careful not to smack your head against them.

"You're not takin' my girl anywhere without me!" Tommy grabbed a hold of his arm, but Mick gave his signature glare and he backed off.

"You really want to be around the thing who just tried to eat you?" he asked sarcastically.

"She's not a 'thing' Mick! She's my girlfriend!"

"Get that nose looked at first, then I'll come back and take you to her. I promise..."

Tommy let him go, Nikki and Vince having been shell shocked into silence. After he got cleaned up, Tommy waited for Mick to come back, When he did, he kept his word and took him to the police station. "Mick why the fuck are we here?"

"To see Y/N" he gave an unfamiliar hand gesture to a guard and he let them in a secret passage. At the end of the passage, there was a group of fortified cells with all sorts of giant dogs in them of varying colors and ferocity. Then at the very end, they saw you in your human form, still knocked out from the drugs.

"What did you shoot her with?" Tommy asked, caressing your face.

"Wolfsbane" Mick answered "It reverses the transformation and makes them sleep it off. Too much will kill them though" he slipped a freshly dead goat into your cell, to which Tommy gagged.

"How do you know about this Mick? I mean really?"

"My family have been monster hunters for generations" he washed his hands of the blood "Going all the way back to Abraham Van Helsing and Dracula" he loaded his shotgun with a round of silver bullets and waited.

"Hey, what are you doin'?" Tommy protested.

"If she wakes up and turns again, then there's no hope for her. I'm going to put her out of her misery" he cocked the gun.

You woke up a few hours later, still your normal self. You were confused about your new surroundings. "Good! You're awake and you!" Mick smiled warmly.

"What happened?" you asked "Why am I in this dank cell?"

They had explained what happened, you not believing them until you talked to Vince and Nikki, then seeing the damage of the bathroom for yourself. You certainly didn't want to die or kill anyone, but you couldn't resist the transformation. "What do I have to do?"

"Keep track of the lunar cycle and lock yourself up in the cells when the full moon comes around" Mick answered "eat all the raw meat you can get to control the hunger."

You looked at Tommy and started to cry. "Baby what's wrong?" he hugged you close to him.

"I tried to kill you guys" you sobbed into his shirt "I can't be around normal people anymore!"

"Are you breaking up with me?" Tommy whispered quietly.

"No, but I understand if you want to break up with me..."

"Babe, the thought never crossed my mind" he pet your hair.

"You sure?"

"Of course! If I wanted to leave, I'd be gone by now!" he smiled down at you. "We just got to get used to the new you..." he grinned into a kiss. You remembered how great the sex was the last time you did it with him, and that seemed to quell the beast inside you for a moment, but you knew that at any time, your inner wolf could strike and you counted on Mick to put that silver bullet in you before you could harm anyone.

#motley crue #mötley crüe #the dirt #tommy lee #mick mars #nikki sixx #vince neil #motley crue imagine #mötley crüe imagine #tommy lee imagine #submission #not mine

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love-for-ever-more · 6 years ago

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I wanna feel love : Part 9

"Dinner was excellent!" Veronica smiled and praised John's cooking abilities once more. She leaned forward and kissed him on his lips, earning a side glance from Freddie, once more.

"Thanks!" John smiled back at her and glanced at Freddie who seemed to have a hard time keeping up with Veronica's possessive attitude towards John. She had spent the whole time, touching him, kissing him...and John had spent the whole time trying to start a conversation, in which all of them could take part.

When John's glance fell on him, Freddie flicked his eyes on the rest of his food. "Really nice, dear!" he said and slowly made his way to the couch.

"Do you want me to help you clean the table, sweetie?" Veronica's voice sounded in his ears again, making him groan quietly. "How about we watch a movie before we go to sleep?" she said again. Freddie lifted his head to look at John as she pulled him on the couch, with her sitting on his lap. Freddie slightly moved a little further from them, with his eyes now fixed on Veronica as she kept caressing John's neck with her fingers, teasingly. He turned his head away as he started to feel nervous again.

Having Veronica there wasn't in his plan. He couldn't flirt with John as he had planned earlier in the day, 'I can't even talk to him, for fuck's sake, without her interfering in some way!' he thought and massaged his temples, to relax. Except for their little moment, which they had in the kitchen, he felt like there wasn't much to do anymore, with her being there. Plus, she would stay there the whole night 'in John's room! for crying out loud!' and that was driving Freddie crazy. He couldn't stand, watching her throwing and rubbing herself on him. He wanted to do it himself. He was yearning for doing it himself.

He fidgeted in his seat a little closer to John and lightly brushed his hand on John's shoulder. "Why don't you pick a movie, dear?" he flashed his most winning smile and mentally prepared himself for John to pull away, but he didn't. On the contrary, John smiled back widely and placed his hand on Freddie's knee, nodding his head.

John put a movie on the video and returned to his seat. And so did Veronica. She retrieved her seat in John's hug and pressed the play button, making Freddie green with envy. He decided to withdraw himself as far of them as he could. He chose to rest his body on the furthest end of the couch, hugging a pillow tightly in his arms and almost turning his back to the couple. He pulled his legs close to his chest and tilted his head to the right, throwing his hair on the sides of his face blocking the other two out of his sight.

He was moving restlessly throughout the movie and couldn't sit in one position for more than a few minutes. He twisted and turned every now and then and while doing so, he always glanced behind his back with a longing look on his face. He saw Veronica cling tightly in John's arms and bury her head in his chest and he felt a surge of jealousy eating him up from the inside. Yesterday he was sitting there, in her place, next to John... he was feeling his heartbeat against his arms as he was hugging him and today he was feeling a clench in his heart at Veronica's sight in John's hug...A deep sigh escaped his lips that made John turn his head to him. He lifted his hand and lightly caressed Freddie's thigh making him look at John in the eye.

"You okay?" John asked silently and gave him a loving smile. He felt Freddie tense up at his touch and saw him bite his lip, averting his eyes from John.

Freddie couldn't tell if it was the general touch above his latex pants that thrilled him or John's touch... He closed his eyes for only two seconds without saying yes or no to John's question and glanced at Veronica again. He felt his jealousy taking over him and raised from his seat immediately, leaving the room. He walked to the kitchen and opened another beer.

"Is everything ok?" Veronica whispered at John, dragging a long fingernail on his back.

"I think so..." John whispered back, hiding a smile from her. He tried to concentrate on the movie but Freddie's strange and 'maybe jealous?' behavior didn't let him. His mind kept flying back to the singer and his damn tight latex pants.

'Is it possible? Does he feel jealous? Jealous of me being with Veronica while he broke up with Mary or ... jealous of...Veronica? Why does he feel jealous? Could that be the reason for breaking up with Mary? Is he gay? Is that why he became so secretive?'

He felt his knees shaken at his last thought and its possible affirmative answer. His palms started sweating 'Oh God! Could Freddie be gay and...could he, ever, like me?' He gasped instantly at that, earning a suspicious look from Veronica.

"What is it babe? What are you thinking about?" she asked and turned her attention to John.

"No-nothing" he muttered and tried slowly to free himself from her.

"Oh!" Veronica chuckled when she felt John's cock pressing her at her lower back. "I see why you are so silent..." she smiled at him. "Perhaps you want to... go upstairs?" she asked and pressed her lips on his mouth.

John wrinkled under her, again trying to get up. His face was red and he was hard, yes, but not because of her. Freddie was in his mind and his mind was restless. Either with his latex pants on or without them, he always made him hard. And seeing him react like that, in front of Veronica, was such a turn on. John insisted on watching the movie till the end, though he didn't give a fuck about it. He was only hoping his hard on would disappear as quickly as it appeared... Veronica agreed and stayed in her seat -on his lap- planting small kisses on the side of his neck and on the exposed part if his chest wanting to provoke him even more. He cursed himself for asking Veronica to stay in his place for the night.

By the end of the movie, Freddie had drunk three more beers. Eight in total. He wasn't drunk yet but it was enough to make him stumble over his own words. When John entered the kitchen to say goodnight, he was sitting in his favorite spot on the table, his head tilted on the wall behind him, eyes shut. He looked calm but quite sad.

John saw the empty beer cans scattered on the table and the ashtray crammed with half-smoked cigarettes. He turned his head to Freddie again, on his slender body, his shiny black hair, his perfectly chiseled face and swallowed. He sat quietly next to him feeling the urge to take him in his arms.

"Freddie," he said calmly and put his hand on Freddie's shoulder "we're going up. Do you need anything?"

Freddie slowly opened his eyes and blinked. "This fucking light... turn it off." he said in a croaky voice.

John nodded and slowly got up.

"Is" he paused, "Veronica co-coming with you?"

John nodded again. He took the empty cans in his hand and threw them in the trash.

"Why don't you go sleep in your room?" John asked.

"I-I don't want to. I ca- can't sleep anywaysss, dear" he said as he fidgeted in his chair. The pants were making it hard for him to sit, now that his bladder was ready to burst.

"You can try, at least." John insisted.

Freddie shook his head. "No. I ca- can't go upp there." he said and rested his head on his hand. "I-I have to take a leak" he mumbled to himself and got up, almost losing his balance and falling back on the chair.

"Easy now..." John caught him from his arm. "Come, I'll help you get up the stairs."

Freddie got up again supporting his free hand on the table. He laughed at himself and followed John to the door, holding his hand. On their way upstairs, he leaned his head on John's shoulder, closing his eyes and pressed his body on John's. John let Freddie's hand and hugged him from his waist to keep him more steady.

"Ok, we're here" John smiled and opened the door for him, retracting his arm from Freddie's waist.

Freddie gave him a half-drunken-half-loving glance and lightly squeezed his hand "thanksss" he hiccuped.

"I'll see you tomorrow." John said and brought his hand on Freddie's face to caress his cheek. "Goodnight!" he whispered staring at his eyes.

"Okayss" Freddie blinked at John's touch and saw John turn on his heel, going to his room. 'Veronica is waiting for him' he thought through his dizziness and as he walked into the bathroom, he heard himself ask him once more "Why didn't you co- come?"

"What?" John stopped and turned his head back but Freddie had already slammed the door close.

~~~~~

John had been dating Veronica for the last five months. Freddie had introduced them at the end of one of their gigs cause he seemed convinced that they would be a nice couple together and they would get along fine.

Veronica fell instantly in love with John. She loved his quiet shelf, his shyness, his cleverness and of course she loved his baby face. On the other hand, John liked her company, she was an interesting girl with the kindest personality. But she had one big disadvantage. She wasn't Freddie. She may be a beautiful girl with a loving character but John couldn't fall in love with her for the simple reason that his heart belonged to Freddie since the very first day they met.

They started going out as friends soon after Freddie introduced them to each other. And according to everyone, they where meant to be together. Freddie himself had told him once "you look so perfect together, dear!" and after that, John asked Veronica to be his girlfriend. He didn't know exactly why he asked her but he did. So, they became a couple.

But despite being a couple and going out together, John and Veronica didn't do many things together, as a couple does. For instance, they hadn't gone on a trip together or they didn't spend most of their day together or they had never had sex. Not even once.

They hadn't even seen each other naked. John always returned home after their date, despite her constant requests to spend the night at her apartment. Their kisses had started to become passionate only in the last month. And never in front of their friends. John wasn't feeling comfortable with kissing in front of his friends and more specifically in front of Freddie.

Until today. Until the hot, wet kiss Veronica gave him, with Freddie standing right next to them. It felt so uneasy to him to be kissed that way by Veronica especially when the man he craved to kiss that way was right in front of his eyes.

When John entered his bedroom, he found Veronica laying in his bed with only the lamp on his bedside table turned on. He swallowed hard and sat by the end of the bed. 'I shouldn't have asked her to stay here tonight..' he thought again. 'Why did I have to ask her to stay?'

When John called her, this morning, he didn't plan on something like this. But later on, when he remembered waking up without Freddie being there, he just asked her. Without much thinking about it. And up until Veronica bring it up to Freddie, he had already forgotten about it.

And now it was late to take it back. He couldn't ask her to leave, without hurting her feelings. And he couldn't do such a thing. Veronica didn't deserve such a cruel behavior.

He took a deep sigh as he felt her reach over for him. She pulled him on top of her, kissing him fiercely asking for more. Demanding more from him. John reluctantly kissed her on her neck, placing his hands on her waist, awkwardly. His erection was still there, proud in his pants, pushing her on her belly but his erection wasn't made for her.

He sighed heavily as Freddie's image came in his mind again. His lips returned hotter on hers, sucking hungrily every breath out of her. His hands caressed her thighs thinking of him doing the same to Freddie.

Veronica was pinned under John receiving all his attention, finally being together with her boyfriend. Hot sighs escaped from her mouth as she pulled John's t-shirt over his head with so much eagerness to fully undress him. She was licking his neck hungrily as she was trying to open the zip on the side of her dress. Seeing that John was nervous enough she turned over and straddled him.

John's eyes flung open at the sudden exchange of positions and Freddie's image disappeared. He saw Veronica instead, ready to take off her dress. A sudden panic rushed in him and he turned his head away, avoiding her lips, anxious to find a way or an excuse and stop Veronica from what she was doing.

She had already unfastened his belt when his eyes fixed on a note right in front of his alarm clock. He couldn't remember putting any note there. He stretched his hand and grabbed it. Veronica was making her way on John's zip when John read

"ding dong I'm not at home! Would you join me, dear, for lunch at 12:30, at the little Asian restaurant just a few blocks from here?" F.

A small smiling face was drawn right after the capital f.

He blinked his eyes twice and read the note again. 'That's why he kept asking...' John thought. Freddie had been waiting for him and he didn't know. 'And I didn't go...'

He couldn't let Freddie believe that he chose not to go. Cause he didn't choose not to go.

"Shit!" he cursed and made Veronica sit back on her knees.

"What's going on?" Veronica asked, confused.

"Sorry... I don't feel too well..." he mumbled as he tried to pull his zip up again.

"What do you mean?" she asked again as she began to feel irritated.

"You...you better go home. I'm sorry." John said and got up from the bed, fastening his belt. His cock was hard, aching to be satisfied.

"John are you serious?" she yelled watching her boyfriend looking panicked at her.

"Vera please.." he begged, "you better go."

She got up frustrated and zipped her dress furiously. "I can't believe you... two minutes ago you were kissing me!" she yelled in disbelief. "What changed?"

"Look... it's just...This isn't the right time, Veronica." John sighed, fighting to find an excuse. 'I can... I can walk you home and I'll come back."

"Don't bother John!" she yelled as she ran out of the room.

Ten seconds later a loud bang echoed from downstairs, through the dead of the night and Veronica wasn't there anymore.

John grabbed Freddie's note and headed to his bedroom, forgetting completely to put his t-shirt back on, with his erection restrained in his jeans.

"Freddie," he knocked on his door "are you up?" He knocked again and when he got no answer, he opened the door and peeked inside. The bed was rumbled but empty. He closed the door and headed to the bathroom. "Freddie are you in there?" he asked. Again no response. John sighed in defeat and wished that Freddie hadn't gone out.

He got downstairs and entered the kitchen. When he turned on the light, he saw Freddie sitting in the same seat as before, only this time he wasn't wearing the latex pants.

"Freddie" he whispered and saw him flicker his eyes.

"Hey" he tried to whisper back but his voice came out hoarse. He cleared his throat and asked, "what are you doing here?" His eyes traveled on John's naked chest and then lower on his body and fixed on the bulge in John's pants. He swallowed and cleared his throat again.

"I would ask you the same thing." John smirked, feeling his bulge growing bigger, having Freddie's eyes on him "Why didn't you go to your room?"

"Because..." he muttered and shrugged his shoulders without finishing his reply. He lowered his head and took a cigarette from his nearly empty pack.

John chuckled and remembered himself spending the night in the kitchen or outside the house, in some random bar, because he couldn't stand being in the next room to Freddie's when Mary was there, with him. And the thought that Freddie was feeling the same way he did, was making him feel even hornier.

"Why are you pantless?" John laughed at his thought and sat next to him.

"I started sweating and... well... I took them off. I wasn't expecting to... see you." he said shyly, 'but I was hoping so...' he wanted to add. "Why are you here?" he asked again and hiccuped as he turned his head and glanced at John questionably with an evident, pleased tone in his voice.

"She...left"

"Really?" Freddie pretended to be surprised, though he had heard the door slam. "Why?" he asked again, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Because...," John paused, 'how can I tell him what happened without making myself look like a fool?' he wondered as he felt his breath stuck in his throat. He looked down at his hands and mumbled "because I couldn't do it" he admitted quietly.

Freddie however, didn't say anything. He only grinned as his heart leaped with joy.

He was feeling dizzy and with John, being shirtless and aroused next to him, he was feeling jolts of arousal too. He glanced down at John's bulge and licked his lips. He wanted to ask John more but his mind had flown away... He was imagining John in bed with him, kissing each other, touching each...

"Freddie," he heard John whisper and turned his body, completely, to face John, "I didn't find your note in the morning. I-I only found it a few minutes ago..." he said and turned his whole body to look Freddie in the eye "that's why I told Veronica to stop... I... I didn't want you to think that I didn't want to come."

"Ok" Freddie smiled widely, dragging a finger on his knee and nodded with his eyes closed.

"I just-I..." John mumbled "I'm sorry for standing you up. I wouldn't do it if I had seen your note."

"It's ok, dear" Freddie said softly "I'm not mad at you... I could never be mad at you, actually", raising his hand and running it through John's hair.

"No...it's-it's not that..." John continued "what I'm saying is that I'm not in-"

"If someone has to be sorry, then that's me" Freddie interrupted him. He was looking at John with pleading eyes, still caressing his hair.

"What do you mean?" John asked and squinted his eyes.

"You- you said so many beautiful things to me, yesterday night and... and I didn't even say thank you..." Freddie sniffed and hiccuped but went on "nobody has ever spoken to me like th- that... and every time I'm with you, you make feel special...I can see that, now...you are always so protective and- and I came to real- realize that I-"

"Shhh" John touched Freddie's lips with his finger and cut him off before Freddie could finish. "You are drunk enough not to remember any of this in the morning..." John said calmly and saw Freddie closing his eyes for some moments, before opening them again filled with tears.

"John...," Freddie blinked and leaned his body towards John, his lips only an inch away from John's lips.

Yet John didn't cover the distance between them. Freddie sighed, letting the teardrops run down and ducked his head.

"Don't push me away, John," Freddie whispered, "don't turn me down..."

John had to try really hard to contain himself and not throw himself on Freddie. Everything he ever wished for was right there in front of him but still, he didn't want to take any advantage of Freddie.

He cupped Freddie's face with his hands and gazed deeply in his eyes "I'm not pushing you away and I'm not turning you down, either..." he said, shaking his head and taking a shaky breath in, trying to suppress his urge to pull Freddie closer. "But I want you to be sober when you'll come to me and... I want you to be you." he said and smiled at him as he rested his hands on Freddie's thighs.

Freddie looked down at John's hands and smiled back, timidly. "What do you mean?"

"You don't need latex pants to look more beautiful or...sexier..., not to me anyways" John chaffed with a mischievous smirk on his face that made Freddie turn his gaze away, frowning slightly as he did so, feeling a bit ashamed of himself.

John automatically caught Freddie's chin between his fingers and turned his gaze back to him.

"Freddie, you've ensnared all my senses since the moment I saw you. Without even trying..." he laughed and gave Freddie a gentle kiss on his forehead.

They stayed there for a moment, both letting their foreheads rest on each other's, looking down, without speaking, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

"So... you're... gay, too." Freddie giggled in John's ear, rubbing his face on John's.

"Yeah" John smiled as he wrapped his arms around Freddie's waist.

"What will happen now?" Freddie asked naughtily, feeling John's bulge press on his thigh.

"Now... I'll put you to bed... and we can talk again whenever you feel ready." John answered and caressed Freddie's back. "Is that ok?"

Freddie sniffed and nodded his head.

"Good" John let him off his arms and pinched his cheek, playfully. "Let's go upstairs!"

#queen band #queen #fanfic #fanfiction #deacury #maylor #freddie mercury #john deacon #roger taylor #brian may #my first fanfic

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faithsummers11 · 7 years ago

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Best punishment ever!

A/N:– Its my first time writing a smut so i hope you guys like it im sorry if anything is wrong English is not my first language.

So this is where Y/N is a top actress in Hollywood and Harry is her boyfriend she kept him waiting because of her shoot and he is a little mad at her.

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“It’s late!!! I’m never this late. It’s almost 9 and I’m still on the sets.” you yelled at ur co-star “and all because of you, if u would have remembered your lines the shoot would have ended hours ago” you yelled again showing all your frustrations. You were way to late so you didn’t even stop to listen what your co-star has to say in his defence and walked gushing out of the sets to the parking, in the car and on the road, on your way back home.

It’s hard being one of the top actress in the industry you have to give your best and no matter what you have to stay till the director approves and add some jackass inexperienced new actor this is what u end up to. Well this wasn’t frustrating if it was at any other time, but since your lovely boyfriend Harry Styles was on a week leave before resuming his concerts and had desided to spend it wih you and you beign late because of your work was just not working.

You 2 rarely got a lot of opportunities to spend time with each other because of the jobs you do. And missing on opportunities like this because of some asshole of a co-actor was boiling your blood.

It was almost 11 when you reached home. You quietly opened the door to your shared house but you didn’t see him in the hallway nor on the couch so you just hung your coat and headed in the kitchen but he was nowhere to be seen, instead you found a note saying “Food’s in the fridge eat it you will be needing energy for what’s coming next and don’t complain about it you asked for it you see ;) -H ” just reading the note send chills down your spine. Harry was way too adventurous in bed and made sure you both never forget what it felt like atleast for weeks you always ended up waking with wobbly legs next day.

You were tired and really hungry because of such a worked upp day. So you quickly ate whatever he had prepared and headed to your shared bedroom, only to find him sleeping peacefully you quietly closed the door behind you he was looking so innocent while sleeping that your heart didn’t allowed you to wake him upp, so you desided to take a quick shower. You quickly took a shower and changed into his favourite pair of pink lingerie and put on your robe. When you came out of shower he was still sleeping, but this time you were not able to control yourself you went near him making sure you didn’t wake him up adoring all his beautiful feature his toned naked chest the butterfly tattoo on his tummy the ferns just above his hip bones two birds on his collar bone and all other tattoo how much u love the black ink on his beautiful body no matter how many times you see him this way it was never enough his now shortened brown curls, his sharp jawline, his plump lips soft and pink You leaned in your lips almost brushing over his “sooo kissable ” you said just above a wisper and his eyes fluttered open and he pulled you completely over him holding you tightly by your waist over him “Is that so!?” he asked seductively his lips brushing yours and your eyes went wide on how turned on you were by his actions and that simple question. You took a moment to see deep into his green eyes which were a darker shade of green clouded with lust, but u can still see a bit of disappointment in his eyes.

After you were done looking into his eyes you said “i just think they are so kissable better test it should we?!! ” and leaned little more to kiss him. But he turned you over so you were now laying under him. You can see he was a little mad at you for being late. So you started to apologise “I’m really sorry harry that id-..” but he quickly cut you off by kissing you his kiss was gental and passionate his lips moved with yours in sync your lips were moulding together when he licked your bottom lip asking for entrance which you gladly granted parting your lips and he slid his toung in your mouth exploring your mouth your toung battling against each other when he abruptly pulled away you whinnied at the lost of contact.

“It’s 3rd time in a row babe that you have been late. I have been waiting every time not good babe not good, so you gonna pay for it today” he said with a prominent smirk playing on his lips.“this was the only gental kiss you gonna get tonight, i hope you have eaten so get ready for your punishment, you have been such a bad girl ” he said whispering in your ear, inhaling the apple body wash, slowly untieing you robes knot, sliding the robe off your body.

By this point you were so aroused and more than exited, carving for his touch. He has now back up and was straddling over you on his knees and taking in your attire “you have prepared for me babes, thats good wearing my favourite pair such a naughty girl.” he said staring straight in your eyes. He got out of the bed and sat on the end of the bed and gestured you to come to him “beand over my lap baby girl” he said with a rasp in his voice, you quickly obeyed what he said and bent over his lap so your ass was high in the air. “You have been a very bad girl ” he said slowly stroking your bum as his hand made sharp contact with your bum and you felt a sharp sting on your left ass cheek, wave of pain and plesure flowing through you body.“you are going to be a good girl toning and are going to obey all my orders will you?” he asked with dominance clear in his voice. Unable to find any words you nodded your head, his hand came down on your ass again hitting harder this time “ANSWER ME!!” he growled “Yes!!” you answered a mixture of moan and wimpier. You again felt his hand come down on your ass harder than before “YES WHAT! be more specific babe.” he said his voice more raspy and pitch raised. You were struggling to find words but you finally were able to speak “yes harry! i will obey all your orders do whatever you want me to do”. you noticed the wicked smirk playing on his lips.“And why am i doing this babe??” he asked.“cause i have been a very bad girl and i deserve this. ” you said forgetting every thaught of how big of a star you were but still love being his slave and give him all kind of plesure you can, throwing all your pride and dignity out off the window. He hummed and continued “So count for me and remember what you say every time i hit you. I think 8 will be good ” with that his hand came down on your ass harder than ever “ooone.. thank yooou” you moaned “You like it don’t you” he said as his hand came down on you ass again harder than the last one “twooo.. thank yooou” you moaned again he kept hitting on your ass alternating between your ass cheek hitting hard every time till it reached 8 tears rolling down your cheek with all the pain and plesure you were experiencing you were becoming more and more aroused with every of his hit. he slowly soothed you ass after he was done. “get up ” he ordered. you did as he said, he then pulled you and made you sit on his lap he moved a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you tears away “we are just getting started babe we still have the whole night” he said giving you a quick kiss on your lip.

“Get out of these” he said pointing you bra and panties" you followed what he said once you were done he stood up moving his hands from your shoulders down to your waist “Now go and lay on the bed and wait for me and do not move till i say” you obeyed and lay down on bed and saw him search something in you bedside table drawers where you kept your toys. Harry has been rough with you before and to admit you loved it rough and loved when he used the toys on you.

He returned and handcuffed your hands on either side of the bed to the head of the bed then he tied your legs to the bedpost at the end of the bed harry was really good in the rope work he made sure you didn’t escape. now you were laying on the bed like a spread star on a complete display for him helpless and week. “I love seeing you this way tied all spread and helpless. You are so beautiful and all mine! ,just think of all the things i can do to you and you can’t do any thing ” he said with that idiotic smirk of his. You could feel your arousal dipping down your core to on the sheets. This was not enough, so he added a blindfold. He knew how much of an effect blindfold has on you as soon as your eyes went off all of your other sense become hyperactive making you more sensitive.He then leaned and whispered seductively in your ear “You cannot cum till i tell you to do so or you are making it hard for yourself baby girl”.

He then started to place open mouth kisses from your cheek moving down to your jaw followed by you neck and collar bone he also left some lovebites on the skin there making sure to leave marks earning moans from you on every of his kiss he move down kissing your breast then he took one of your nipples in his mouth and started sucking it and massaged the other one with his hand, pinching your nipple you arched your back at the feeling of his toung on your now hardened nipple with loud moan leaving your mouth, you could feel him chuckle when he took your nipple between his teeth and pulled it before doing the same with the other side so both the brests got the same attention.

when he was done he pulled back up and you can feel him leave the bed, after a few seconds you were wondering where he went leaving you all like this, when you felt the bed dip again making you aware that he was back. You were going to say something when you felt a cold sensation of ice on your hot body been dragged from your collar bone moving down between his lips, the movement ice touched your body you back arched high from the bed you pulled your hands against the handcuffs and loud moans leaving your mouth as he moved down dragging the cube on your nipples making shivers run down your spine then moving all the way down stoping just above your dripping core you were a moaning mess by this time, he then left the ice cube on your tummy to melt.

He now started kissing inside of your thies moving upward his lips were still ice cold because of the ice he had hold in his mouth making it more intense he was kissing everywhere except where you needed him the most. He then moved up and took the remaining little piece of ice from my tummy into his mouth the he move back to your core and blew the cold air in your core sending sparks down your spine and earning the loudest moan from you, his teasing was driving you crazy, “Haaa..rr…yyy plzz…” You almost begged.

“Plzz what baby girl, tell me what you want” he asked knowing very well what you want “plzz harry i want your mouth on me plzz do something ” satisfied by your answer he immediately attatched his lips to your core sucking your clit, licking a long strip all the way from the core enjoying your juices.“you are so wet baby girl, who made you this wet?” he asked his toung expertly working on you clit.“Yooooo…uuuuu Harrrr…yyy, you are so good Ohh “you said moaning, you were a moaning mess. He inserted a finger inside you without any warning which made you moan louder and pull your hands against the handcuffs a burning sensation becoming strong at the pit of your stomach you were so bothered by all his teasing that you would have cummed any movement he could fell your walls clenching against his fingure this motivated him to insert two more finger and increase his pace "Harry… Can i..ohh. Plzzz cummm.. ” “Hold it baby girl, you dont come till i tell you ” you were holding it but not for long time"Haaa..rrryyy.. Plzz let… Let me cuuu..mm” just when you were about to let it go he removed his fingures and placed a quick kiss on your core and hovered over you and kissed you roughly but deeply you could taste yourself on his lips and toung.

He leaned next to your ear “You did good babe but i want you to retun the favour” you nodded frequently, he untied your legs but he didn’t removed the handcuffs insted he just hooked the handcuffs higer to the bedpost high enough so that you can get on your knees on the bed, you wanted to touch him so desperately “Plzz.. Harry i want to touch you, feel you plzz”. He removed the blindfold looked you in your eyes “that’s you punishment remember, you can’t touch me” his words made you gasp. He then got out of bed and removed his sweatpants teasing you slowly sliding them down his legs, once his pants were off you could see the huge bulg dying to come out “Plzz harry plzz let me do it let me touch you plzzz..harry plzz” you pleded and begged but he didn’t listen to you and teasing removed his boxers and his dick flew out hitting his stomach it was huge you thaught even bigger than ever leaking with precum. He hissed as the air hit his dick he than quickly climbed the bed and brought his dick close to your mouth “if you be a good girl and please me well i will free you” hearing him something took over you you quickly licking his shaft all the way from his balls to the tip, you had a bit difficulty but u mannaged to swirl you toung around his tip teasing the slit there earning a moan from him you took his tip in your mouth and sucked it “Stop teasing!! ” he growled. You took him in your mouth and started bobbing you head and hollowing your cheaks you tried taking as much as you can till his tip hit the back of your throat you fought your gag reflexes but u still cant fit him completely he was big really huge He looked down at you, “look at you, no matter how huge personality you are outside but you still love being used by me, love sucking my dick Being all tied and hepless with my dick in your mouth being a complete moaning mess under me”. You moaned around his dick at his words sending shivers down his spine you swolled With his dick in your mouth earning a growl From him and he was a moaning mess now he’s eyes were shut and head thrown back in utter plesure then you removed him out wanting some air and he quickly grabbed a handful of your hair and put him inside you again he started to thrust into your mouth you laid your toung flat and let him face fuck you you can feel him twitch on your toung just when you thought he was going to cum he pulled out. You looked at him with confusion “As much as i would love to cum down your throth, i want to fuck your brains out, want to feel you cum on my dick”

Your core was now aching and wanting him desperately inside you. He quickly freed you from the handcuffs and pined you down on the bed his tip was now teasing you entrance “Tell me how much you want me, tell me baby ” his teasing was driving you crazy you mind was not able to focus it took all in you to create a sentence “Harrrr..yy i want you so bad i want your dick inside my pussy, i want you to fuck hard till i foget my name an–….Ahhhh!!! Before you can complete he thrusted all of him inside you, you moaned so loud you were sure the neighbours have heard you he gave you a moment to adjust to his lenght and started thrusting into you with all he had your hands were roaming through his chest his back feeling him you were on the seventh cloud soon he hit the spot in you and you screamed his name with all your might, “That’s right babes scream my name let the neighbours know who makes you feel so good” and he started hitting the same spot inside you with each thrust “faster harryyyy harrrderrr plzz” and he started thrusting mercilessly into you hitting your g-spot correctly every time the fire in the pit of your stomach was going to burst any movement, he felt you clench around him “you going to cum for me baby girl let it go cum all over my dick cum for me” he said kissing you, this was enough to send you over the edge your nails diged into his back scratching it marking him yours, toes curled, back arched as you let it go you came so much all around his this was the longest orgasm you ever had he was still thrusting into you when you felt him twitch inside you, you tangled your hands around his neck leaned close to his ear and whispered seductively “let it go baby cum inside me fill me up with your cum you made me feel so good today, make me yours completely cum inside me I’m all yours” that was all it took for him to cum, you felt him fill you that was all you want and as he was done he came crashing over you both of you breathing heavily he was still inside you, you were tring to catch your breath and when you’re breathing became stable he pulled out got off you placed a quick kiss on your lips went to the bathroom and came back with a damp cloth and cleaned you up and layed next to you

You cuddle into his chest breathing in his cent “I didn’t overdid it didn’t i? ” he questioned. “Nope i enjoyed it just my shoulders are paining a little.” You said chuckling. “I think i should keep you waiting more often” you said looking up at him, he chuckled .“Harry…”

“yep babes”

“I love you.. Alot plzz never leave me”

“I love you more than my life babes I’m never leaving you even if you want to leave me Your MINE!! infact i was thinking…..”

“What Harry…. ”

“Uhh… Umm. I was thinking …. ”

“Say it now”

“ You are mine..”

“I’m yours Harry”

“So Will u like to be mine forever”

“Umm..what?”

“I can’t think of anything else then you my world revolves around u I want nothing else but you… So will you like… marry me”

“if you don’t want to i can underst-…”

“I would love to Harry.. I would love to be yours infact I’m yours forever you are everything i ever wanted I’ll marry you, you don’t know you just made me the luckiest women on the entire planet.”

With that he pressed his lips to yours into a passionate kiss.

“Take a leave tomorrow baby girl lets go on a date and make the day ours just you and me lets celebrate our love”

“Sure, but i want to sleep now I’m tired ”

“Me too good night babes”

“Good night, this was the best punishment ever”

You both laughed at that and drift to sleep into each others arms.

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“I Wish You Were Never Part of BTS”

Prompt: Jimin and Taehyung get into a fight and Jimin screams “I wish you were never part of bts!” The next day he wakes up to a bts without Taehyung.

Jimin walks through the door, throwing his things to the side angrily. Taehyung crossed the line this time. After telling him one of his deepest secrets last night, Taehyung thought that telling Jungkook was ‘no big deal’. It’s more than a big deal. If Jimin wanted Jungkook to know, he would have told him. This hurt more because Taehyung promised he wouldn’t tell anyone; not even his dog.

Taehyung is laying on his bed, staring up at his phone. Jimin pushes open the cracked door and slaps Taehyung’s arm so his phone drops onto his face.

“Jackass!” Jimin shouts, taking a step back as Taehyung throws his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his nose.

“What the hell was that for?”

“You know, I trusted you with that secret, but you went and told Jungkook anyways!”

Taehyung stares at Jimin, giving him an ‘are-you-serious’ look, “Dude, it’s just Jungkook. He’s not going to tell anyone.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, “Oh, so he can keep secrets better than you. For your information, if I wanted him to know, I would have told him myself.”

“Okay, are you going to die just because he knows that you-”

“Shut upp!” Jimin squeaks, throwing his hand over Taehyung’s mouth.

He quickly pushes it away, “Will you stop? I don’t appreciate you stomping into my room and assaulting me with my own phone.”

“I don’t appreciate you being a horrible friend,” Jimin spits as he crosses his arms over his chest. With his pink hair and soft tan sweater, he looks like a pouty puppy. Not intimidating at all.

Taehyung stares wide-eyed at Jimin, as if he’d just been slapped across the face. “Horrible friend…?”

“I trusted you, Taehyung, I fucking-” Jimin pushes at Taehyung aggressively, “trusted you! God, I wish I never met...no, you know what, I wish you were never part of bts. Then I never would have met you.”

“You say something that terrible over something like this? What is wrong with you, Jimin?” Taehyung asks. His voice is stern but you can see that he’s falling apart inside just by looking into his eyes. He’s blinking faster now, probably trying to stop any tears from coming. Jimin and Taehyung are best friends and to hear this come out of Jimin’s mouth, it feels like an arrow through Taehyung’s heart.

Jimin doesn’t answer. He’s exhausted from practice today and all he wants is to fall onto his bed and sleep. So, he walks away without saying another word to Taehyung. He knows what he said is a little harsh but...he needed to get the point across. The secret he told Taehyung isn’t something silly and stupid...it’s serious. Should Jimin tell Jungkook not to tell, for extra caution? Nah, Taehyung will for sure tell him tomorrow.

Jimin is then throwing himself onto his bed, under the blankets and getting comfortable for a good night's rest. As he falls asleep, he thinks about how Taehyung must feel. If someone said that to Jimin...he’d be hurt. So he decides that tomorrow morning he’ll apologize to Taehyung. Tell him that it’s not that big a deal. Hopefully he’ll forgive him.

The sun beam is strong, cutting through Jimin’s curtains like they’re paper. He raises his hand to block the rays and sits up, glancing around the room. Something seems...off. Like things are missing. Jimin goes to grab his phone but stops, staring at it for a minute. He swears he had a case on it...it was one of Taehyung’s old cases. Did he take it off and forget? Oh well, he’ll just get another one. But that’s not the only thing he notices.

“Hey, did someone take JJang-lee?” Jimin asks to no one in particular. On his nightstand, he had a blue penguin that Taehyung had gotten him from the zoo when Jimin was sick at home and couldn’t come. He always keeps it there, so he knows he didn’t misplace it. Did Taehyung come in and take it? Well, he is mad at Jimin so that would make sense. But stealing a stuffed penguin? That’s kind of...weird.

Jimin gets out of bed, stretching slightly before leaving his room. He wanted to find Taehyung during breakfast and talk to him. But when Jimin gets to the kitchen, Taehyung isn’t there.

“Where’s Tae?” Jimin asks, sitting down at the bar.

Jin is scraping at something with a spatula, trying to get it off the pan, and when he can’t get it, he lets it drop and clatter onto the stove loudly. He turns and looks at Jimin, “What?”

“Where’s Taehyung?”

Hoseok walks into the kitchen as well and both him and Jin look at Jimin weirdly.

“Who’s that?” Hoseok asks, getting out the milk for a glass.

“Ha ha, very funny,” Jimin says, “but seriously, I need to talk to him.”

“Are you feeling alright, Jimin?” Jin asks.

Jimin looks around the kitchen, feeling a little uncomfortable. Why are they acting so weird? Jin was known for playing jokes but he’s being way too serious for it to be a joke right now. “Uh, yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re acting a little weird,” Hoseok says, taking a sip of his milk.

“Wha-no, you guys are the ones acting weird!” Jimin exclaims and he tries to laugh it off. “Okay, fine, I’ll go find him myself.”

“Good luck,” Jin laughs.

What the hell? Okay then…

Jimin knocks on Taehyung’s door and waits instead of barging in this time; but no one answers. “Tae?” Jimin opens the door and he stops in his tracks when he sees that it’s empty. There’s no bed, no pictures, none of Taehyung’s clothes, nothing.

“Jimin?”

Jimin flinches and jumps around to see Jungkook. His hair is untamed and there’s dark bags under his eyes. What happened? He looked perfectly fine yesterday.

“What are you doing?”

“God...Jungkook, do you know where Taehyung is? This...whatever this is, it’s not funny.”

Jungkook narrows his eyes at Jimin, “Tae...who?”

“Taehyung! Stop playing stupid,” Jimin groans. He just wants to apologize to Taehyung. Is that too much to ask?

“Jimin...I don’t know who you’re talking about. I’m sorry,” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck. “But uh, Namjoon wants to see you in the practice room. As soon as possible.” Jungkook walks off and Jimin can only stare at him. He looks so...different. Like he’s mentally and physically exhausted, as if the stress is eating him alive. Usually Jungkook would talk about it with Taehyung or Jimin but maybe he hasn’t recently. He shouldn’t let it build up… Jimin decides to catch up with him later.

Jimin tries not to panic and goes to the practice room, just like Jungkook told him. Namjoon is sitting in the middle of the floor, papers scattered around him. He looks frustrated and tired.

“Did you get any sleep?” Jimin asks, walking up behind him.

“Fuck, there you are! What took you so long?” Namjoon growls.

Jimin backs up at bit at Namjoon’s hostile attitude, “Whoa, calm down. Jungkook only now just told me you wanted to see me.”

Namjoon sighs and stands up, leaving all the papers on the floor, “He’s acting like such a child right now. I’m not sure how I deal with you guys…”

“Namjoon...is everything alright?”

Nothing seemed normal. Jungkook looks...broken, Namjoon is off his rocker, and Taehyung is...gone. Like he disappeared. Or like he was never here in the first place.

“No, everything's not alright. We’re fucking broke. Our money went into buying this place, and I guess no one was paying attention to the budget.”

“Well, didn’t we just donate a bunch of money for UNICEF?” Jimin asks, glancing down at the papers that have a bunch of complicated looking numbers and statements.

Namjoon glares at Jimin like he just said the stupidest thing in the world, “What the hell are you talking about? When would we ever have enough money to donate to UNICEF? Yeah, it’s always been a goal of mine but...we haven’t made it there yet-fuck, why are you saying stupid shit like this, Jimin?”

Jimin literally feels like he’s about to lose his mind. “Where’s Taehyung?”

“Taehyung? Do you have an imaginary friend now? You and Jungkook need to start getting along...he needs someone too.”

“Since when have me and him not gotten along?” Jimin and Jungkook were almost as close as Jimin and Taehyung were. But...never once did Jimin express any hatred towards Jungkook.

“Did you hit your head getting out of bed this morning? Christ. How do you not remember the stupid argument you guys had yesterday? You messed up our practice because Jungkook stormed out after you bitched him out,” Namjoon exclaims. “I...have no clue what we’re going to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“Jimin...this is falling apart. Us. Bangtan. We’re falling apart. We have been, but we ignored it...hoping it would fix itself. I think we’ve let this go on for so long that we can’t even save it. We’re a laughing stock to the music industry…”

Jimin stares dumbfounded. A laughing stock? They had gotten back from America not to long ago. Performing at the AMAs, winning a Billboard Music Award. How are they suddenly falling apart? And seriously, where the hell is Taehyung?

“Can we talk about this...later? I need to find something, or well...someone, but everyone else is…” but Jimin doesn’t know what to say. Things are so weird right now, he just wants to scream out a window.

Namjoon shakes his head and sighs, “Whatever. It’s not like anything is going to get better...even if we try.”

“Joon, what is going on? You’re never this...tense. Or rude. I’m sorry to say it, but you’re acting like a huge dick. What happened? We were all fine yesterday but now it’s like the whole world is falling apart.”

“Because it is, Jimin...it is.” Namjoon leaves the room before Jimin can, so he’s left in the quiet, the only thing you can hear is Jin’s windshield wiper laugh and the cars outside through the open window. He kneels down and looks at the papers scattered everywhere. Namjoon’s signature is scribbled at the bottom of almost all of them, and Jimin sees a lot of negative numbers. He stops before he goes too deep; he’s already freaking out.

“Taehyung? This...isn’t funny anymore. Where are you?” Jimin shouts as he walks out of the room. Still no response. From anyone. So, Jimin goes back into his room and sinks down onto the floor when the door shuts. He runs his hands over his face and tries to smack himself awake. Like this is all some weird ass dream. But he’s still in this fucked up reality. And that’s when he notices the pictures. The pictures that used to be hanging up on the wall and the ones that still are. Jimin scrambles off of the floor and almost slams into the wall as he moves to study the picture. It’s a picture of all of them at their last concert. Arms around each others shoulders, smiling widely...everything was fine. Expect...where’s Taehyung? Jimin narrows his eyes and stares at the picture, as if Taehyung will just suddenly pop up next to him. He clearly remembers Taehyung leaning against his shoulder, because he was laughing and could barely stand while they took the picture. That’s why Jimin’s eyes are closed and he’s mid-motion of covering his mouth to muffle the laughter. But now...now it just looks weird. He looks like he’s laughing at nothing while everyone else is focused on the camera. Next to Jimin was Jungkook, but once again, Jimin swears he remembers Jungkook’s strong arm wrapped around his shoulders, squeezing him tightly. Instead, Jungkook isn’t touching Jimin at all. He’s making a peace sign with that hand that was supposed to be around Jimin, and he’s not smiling like he was before. It’s...more blank. Like it’s not a real smile. Now that he thinks about it, Namjoon’s smile looked weaker too. Hoseok and Jin’s smile were the same and Yoongi was still smiling that gummy smile of his, but behind his eyes, he didn’t look happy at all. Neither did Jungkook. Jungkook looks as if he’s suffering...like he has so much pain inside of him, he just wants to explode. But he smiles while standing next to Namjoon. Jimin can still feel Jungkook’s arm around his shoulder and Taehyung leaning against him. He could still hear Taehyung’s deep laugh, that just made Jimin laugh too. But...why is he suddenly gone? Why does Bangtan seem to be randomly falling apart? Why isn’t Jungkook smiling widely with his arm around Jimin? Why isn’t Namjoon smiling to the point where you can see his deep dimples? What the hell happened?

Suddenly...it hits Jimin like a truck. He remembers what he said last night. What he was going to apologize about today.

“I wish you were never part of bts.”

Did...this somehow come true while Jimin slept? Did he curse himself and the rest of the group, including Taehyung? But if he’s not part of Bangtan...where is he now?

Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and searches for his name.

‘Kim Taehyung’

Usually on his description, it would saying something like “better known as V from BTS” but it says that nowhere. The good thing is...he still made something of himself. He’s an actor, starring in the hottest movies of the year. He doesn’t look much different than before. He just looks...bored? Or maybe not. Jimin skims over some interviews and it hurts to hear him talk about his ‘hyungs’ and have it not be about him or the other members. He’s also openly dating a beautiful girl named Seok Hyuna-Lee. In a picture together, Taehyung has his arm wrapped around her thin waist, his long slender fingers curving around her hip. She leans her head on his shoulder and smiles brightly, the most beautiful smile Jimin has ever seen, besides Hoseok’s. Hyuna’s brown hair falls past her shoulders and there’s a sparkling diamond ring on her left hand, which sits on top of Taehyung’s. They both looked extremely happy together. Jimin is glad Taehyung didn’t actually fall of the face of the earth. He’s still...here. Prospering and living a good life. A beautiful fiancee, loads of friends, and what seems like anyone and anything at his fingertips. He’s seen as the best actor of the century, and it makes Jimin smile.

No matter where Taehyung is, he’s still lighting the path for everyone else.

Jimin is sad that he isn’t with the rest of bts...what he said last night, he didn’t mean it. But seeing him this happy with a beautiful woman and wonderful career...he almost doesn’t want to wish him back. What if he’s happier with that life than this one? What if this is his destiny after all?

In the end, Jimin is happy that Taehyung is happy, because that is all that's ever mattered to him. His best friend’s happiness. And if he has it, Jimin isn’t going to take it away.

Jimin will just have to get used to a Bangtan with only 6 members...

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Plogging: Good for You and Your Community

I’m starting to think I have some Swedish blood/genealogy connection thing going on because every time I read about a new trend originating from that country, I realize I’m already doing it.

The first time was when I wrote about Swedish death cleaning, which is the process of minimizing your possessions so your children won’t have to deal with tons of stuff after you die. I’ve been in a decluttering phase for the past two years.

Then in April I read an article about “plogging,” which is essentially the process of working out and picking up trash at the same time. News flash: I get irate when I see litter. It drives me nuts that people throw their trash outside instead of holding onto it until they (1) see a trash receptacle or (2) wait until they get home to dispose of it.

Maybe it was watching that commercial as a kid of a Native American Indian crying over litter (it was a public service advertisement for Keep America Beautiful), but I have always been a stickler for picking up trash. For many Americans, the Crying Indian became a symbol of environmental idealism.

Now Sweden’s latest fitness craze — plogging — is making its way to U.S. shores. The term is a mix of words combining jogging and the Swedish “plocka upp,” which means to “pick up.” In this case, litter. I have been “plogging” for years when I walk; as a matter of fact it is a family thing that my parents and I have been doing for over 25 years.

Plogging is not a hard activity to incorporate into your exercise routine if you are a runner or walker (although walking makes it a little easier to grab trash). I bought one of those “grabber” devices at an estate sale years ago, and have since picked up an extra one.

I can usually find one for a dollar or so at an estate sale or garage sale. They are generally found in the homes of elderly people who at some point needed a tool to help them reach into high places in their closets or cupboards.

Technically, you don’t need to use a grabber; you can just bend down and pick up the piece of trash. It will give you a better workout if you do it that way (like doing squats). I do recommend wearing some type of work glove, though.

When I get ready to go out for my walk, I grab a heavy vinyl “trash” bag, my grabber, and set off. If I see litter on the street or in the grass, I cinch it with my grabber and drop it into the bag.

Quiz question: Anyone want to guess what I pick up most (not counting cigarette butts)? Answer at the end of the article.

On any given day I can easily fill two bags with trash; even more so the day after garbage day. I know where all the trash cans in town are located, so I can empty my bag if I need to when it gets full.

Plogging is a win/win for you and your community–you get the benefits of a daily workout and your community looks pristine. Additionally, you might find something of value. I’ve found both a $10 and $5 dollar bill on the street, as well as tons of change. But the biggest reward is just doing something of value for yourself (exercise) and the community.

Quiz Answer: Empty cigarette packs and beverage containers (water, pop, beer, etc).

Written by: Donna Green, Extension Educator, Family and Consumer Sciences, Ohio State University Extension, Erie County, [email protected]

Reviewed by: Beth Stefura, Extension Educator, Family & Consumer Sciences, Ohio State University Extension, Mahoning County, [email protected]

Sources:

https://www.adcouncil.org/Our-Campaigns/The-Classics/Pollution-Keep-America-Beautiful-Iron-Eyes-Cody

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/inspired-life/wp/2018/02/23/plogging-is-the-swedish-fitness-craze-for-people-who-want-to-save-the-planet-its-making-its-way-to-the-u-s/?utm_term=.6ea8afdeb9a0

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The Chase Files Daily Newscap 4/10/2018

Good Morning #realdreamchasers! Here is The Chase Files Daily News Cap for Tuesday 10th April 2018. Remember that you can read full articles via subscribing to Nation News Online, purchasing a Sunday Daily Nation Newspaper (DN) or via Barbados Today (BT).

LOOK BEYOND THE POLL! – Inniss warns that elections are not all that matter. As Barbadians continue to await a date for general elections due here by June, one senior Government minister is warning that the upcoming poll is not all that matters. Responding to news of the recent entrance of retired prostitute Natalie Natlee Harewood into the political arena and the subsequent formation of the Political Prostitutes Party (PPP), Minister of Industry, International Business, Commerce and Small Business Development Donville Inniss said: “As much of the debate in our society today is about the pending elections, the number of political parties, the past or present profession of some of the candidates and several other matters, it is really heartening to know that there are still some in our midst that are prepared to engage their minds to discuss the financial and technological future of Barbados.” And without going into detail about the various political developments, Inniss urged international business and financial services sector officials to stay focused on helping to grow the economy through the use of technology. He was addressing last Friday’s opening of a high-level financial technology (Fintech) seminar organized by the Barbados International Business Association at the Lloyd Erskine Sandiford Centre on the heels of the announcement by Harewood, a 36-year-old former prostitute, that she was throwing her hat in the political ring to contest the City of Bridgetown seat, held by Colonel Jeffrey Bostic of the Barbados Labour Party (BLP). Just last week adult entertainment advocate Charles Spice Lewis created further intrigue when he announced his resignation as Harewood’s campaign manager and plans to start his own political movement – the PPP. “Yes, that is correct. I have been developing plans and will launch a new party called the Political Prostitutes Party,” Lewis told Barbados TODAY in a telephone interview last Wednesday. In another surprise twist, Linda Field, who was scheduled to represent the Lynette Eastmond-led United Progressive Party (UPP) in St Lucy in the upcoming poll, announced that she was instead throwing her support behind the Mia Mottley-led BLP. Field was the second candidate in as many months to leave the UPP. Last month the party fired its candidate for St Philip West Charleston Taylor, following a controversial social media post about the decriminalization of marijuana. However, addressing the one-day seminar for experts in the financial technology sector, international business arena, regulatory officials and policymakers which explored a range of possibilities for blockchain technology use in Barbados and its advantages, and best practices, Inniss sought to pour cold water on the recent political happenings saying: “We need to spend much more time on matters such as these as we pull the nation upward and onwards.” And while admitting that he was no expert on Fintech systems and blockchain technology, he promised that as long as he was minister with responsibility for the international business and financial services sector he would give full support to those who sought to increase economic activities through technology use. Inniss also urged Barbadians not to be left behind in the global technological revolution saying, “Barbados needs more disruptive technology and technologists in our midst. We need to shake some things to the core, think and act outside of the box more”. (BT)

BLP: BRING NEW HILTON VALUATION – The Barbados Labour Party (BLP) wants Government to produce an official and up-to-date valuation of the Barbados Hilton property at Needhams Point, Greavesend, St Michael. Kerrie Symmonds of the Barbados Labour Party yesterday made the call following official concerns about the proposed sale of the property. In a Daily Nation story Monday, it was revealed that Permanent Secretary in the Ministry of Tourism and International Transport, Donna Cadogan, had written Needhams Point Development, the entity of which the Hilton is the main asset, requesting an up-to-date valuation of the property. The letter was addressed to chief executive officer Henderson Williams. Symmonds said Monday that Cadogan’s actions were an example of the country’s civil servants having Barbados’ best interest at heart. He noted that in November last year he had warned that the National Insurance Scheme board had received notice to the effect that the Hilton would be sold to London and Regional Properties for BDS$80 million, and that the question of a valuation had also been asked. Symmonds said Barbadians need to know as a matter of principle, whether or not a valuation has been done since December 15, 2017, and if so, what is the value of the Barbados Hilton, and how did Government arrive at a sale price of $80 million three weeks in advance of a request from the ministry for a valuation. (DN)

OFF BUT NOT RUNNING – Truckloads of sugar cane were being delivered to Portvale Sugar Factory from as early as 9 a.m. yesterday, as the 2018 crop made a belated start. Manager at the Blowers, St James factory, Raphael O’Neal, said that some trucks were waiting to be weighed just before work commenced. When a Daily Nation team visited, workers were busy helping truck drivers offload cane in the yard. By 1 p.m., weighbridge operators estimated that a total of 200 tonnes of cane had been delivered from the Carrington estates and Edgecumbe in St Philip, Drax Hall and The Mount in St George, Searles in Christ Church and the Hannah estates in St James. At least of 2 500 tonnes of cane is required for grinding to begin. In Andrews, St Joseph, Easy Hall Plantation manager Eustin Craigg was overseeing the mechanical cane cutting of his fields. He said he was dissatisfied with the late start and felt more could be done to improve the state of the industry. Craigg, who has over 30 years’ experience in the industry, said canes should be cut when the sucrose content of the stalk was at its peak. Although the roads were not busy with trailers and trucks yesterday, activity is expected to heighten today. This was the second time in four years that harvesting and grinding of cane have begun in April. Last year, the harvest started on Monday, February 6, and the previous year, on Monday, March 7. In 2015, the crop began on Tuesday, April 9, while in 2014 the date was Monday, March 17. (DN)

TECH EXPERT SUGGESTS WAY OF BOOSTING RESERVES – A regional technology industry expert is suggesting that Barbados’ dwindling foreign exchange reserves could receive a much needed boost if the island were to increase its use of blockchain technology. Roland Haggins, the Caribbean Community (CARICOM) director for the digital infrastructure development company Nuco Global Inc, pointed out that financial technology (Fintech) use was rapidly growing worldwide, while suggesting that it could be “an additional sector to our economy, providing much-needed diversification”. Pointing to links between Fintech systems and other sectors such as manufacturing, agriculture and small business, Haggins argued that the use of blockchain technology – which he described as “a secure version of the Internet in which value can be communicated” – would enhance the island’s overall level of economic activity. In fact, Haggins said this was already evident in the millions of dollars being invested in the rapidly expanding Bitt and other blockchain firms with offices in Barbados and the rest of the region. “To give some numbers, Bitt.com raised US$4 million in 2016 and a further US$3 million this year through foreign direct investment. Currently there are around 50 people at Bitt and they would likely expand to over 100 people within the next year. “Barbados has its first blockchain protocol called the Aion platform [built by Nuco Global Inc],” Haggins noted, adding that the company had raised US$28 million last year, while Polymath – a security token company – raised another $60 million last year. “So all in all the blockchain companies in Barbados have raised well over US$100 million over the past year or so, and these businesses are worth hundreds of millions and will be employing hundreds of people by year end. “In fact we would like to see all the major global tech companies have offices in Barbados employing Barbadians. We would like to see Barbadians with access to the latest technology advances that can improve our well-being, improve the ease of doing business and improve our Government systems. We have the potential to strengthen foreign reserves by attracting foreign investment as a stimulus,” he stressed. The island’s foreign exchange reserves plunged to a low of 6.6 weeks of import cover or just $410 million at the end of December last year, with economists and other pundits forecasting that they could fall even further by the middle of this year, as the island continues to service its debts. Haggins said in order for the economy to benefit from blockchain technology, greater emphasis would have to be placed on three key areas – an effective information communication technology infrastructure; a highly skilled work force and the right regulatory environment – all of which he said were already in place in Barbados. “So now as a country we face the challenge of developing a regulatory environment and policy that will not stifle innovation but allow it to flourish,” he told the Barbados International Business Association’s Fintech seminar Barbados Blockchain Beach, at the Lloyd Erskine Sandiford Centre last Friday. During the one-day event officials and policymakers explored a range of possibilities for blockchain technology use in Barbados, its advantages and best practices. Minister of Industry, International Business, Commerce and Small Business Development Donville Inniss said he was pleased with the evolution of blockchain technology over the years. However, Inniss said he was eager to see Barbadians making greater use of the “phenomenal opportunities” and “allow us in this little island to be bold enough to develop solutions for global issues”. For the past several years now, noted economist Jeremy Stephen has been a proponent of the use of digital currency as a mix in the Central Bank’s portfolio. In a paper entitled, Should Cryptocurrencies be included in the Portfolio of International Reserves Held by the Central Bank of Barbados? Stephen and fellow University of the West Indies lecturer and economist Dr Winston Moore had suggested several years ago that the Central Bank should include some form of digital currency in its reserve assets. This, they argued, would help to safeguard the Barbados currency, which is pegged BD$2 to US$1, against speculative attacks. (BT)

BWA WORKERS WALK OVER BACKPAY – Workers at the Barbados Water Authority (BWA) temporarily walked off the job yesterday morning at its headquarters in The Pine, St Michael. While the reasons for unionised staff taking the industrial action were not clear, the Daily Nation understands the action was a result of unpaid backpay. When a team visited the BWA’s headquarters early yesterday, hundreds of workers were on the outside of the building. Many of those questioned were tight-lipped on the issue but one worker said they were considering taking action in order to get their money. “We are tired of waiting and we just want our money. We have been waiting for this money for a long time and we aren’t hearing anything,” the worker said. Some workers were also heard venting their frustrations and suggesting that they were not going back to work until they were given a meeting with BWA general manager Keithroy Halliday. Following a brief meeting with management, staff were reportedly instructed to return to work until further notice. Some returned to their jobs while some openly said they were heading home. In late 2016, BWA workers walked off the job over issues with unpaid increments. The workers subsequently returned to work after month-long industrial action after they were promised the monies owed to them. Efforts to reach Halliday were unsuccessful and manager of communications and rapid response Joy-Ann Haigh said she was unaware of any industrial action and referred any comments to Halliday. The Barbados Workers’ Union deputy general secretary Dwaine Paul said he was unaware of the issue and said Toni Moore, the general secretary, would be the person to comment. Repeated efforts to get her were unsuccessful. (DN)

LABOUR MINISTER: ZERO TOLERANCE TO VIOLENCE IN SCHOOLS – This Island’s Minister of Labour, Senator Dr. Esther Byer-Suckoo, supports the call for zero tolerance to violence in schools. She voiced her support today, when she delivered the feature address at the Barbados Union of Teachers’ 44th Annual General Conference, at Almond Bay Conference Centre, Hastings, Christ Church. Dr. Byer Suckoo told her audience: “We have a vested interest in our schools being safe…. I will certainly support your calls in ensuring…that dialogue with the Ministry [of Education], so our schools…teachers, staff and students are safe.… “We may be trying to turn back the hands of time, but we just can’t sit back and do nothing…. We have to continue trying and leave no stone unturned as we address that problem [of violence in schools].” Pointing out that violence in schools was also being seen globally, she stressed that stakeholders here must work together to devise a means of ensuring that schools were safe. Senator Dr Byer Suckoo noted that Government had introduced pieces of legislation over the years, including the Sexual Harassment Prevention Act, the Employment Rights Act, and the Shops Act, as well as proclaimed the Safety and Health at Work Act, to ensure workers could feel safe and protected at their workplaces. “As our society develops, we may have to do further legislation as well because new threats will come up, and who knows, we may have to address those threats through legislation,” she stated. The Minister said before the Health and Safety at Work Act was proclaimed, a sample survey was undertaken on Government-owned and occupied buildings, including schools. She explained that after the list was compiled, officials set about to do corrective work on some of the institutions, with major renovations being undertaken on schools. She added that new accommodations were built for some Government workers, while others had been relocated to other buildings. (DN)

SHEPHERD: NOTHING TO KEEP OUT PRINCIPALS – President of the Barbados Union of Teachers (BUT), Pedro Shepherd, is undaunted by St Bernard’s Primary principal Everton Briggs contesting the union’s top position when the election is held on Friday. “My position is that BUT is open to all its members. We do have principals who are members, and if a principal wants to offer himself or herself for office in BUT, it is quite open. “I think the challenge there would be a number of teachers having issues with principals heading teachers’ unions. I always dispel that by saying across the region when we go to CUT (Central Única dos Trabalhadores), most of the presidents of the units are principals, so I don’t think that being a principal should be a problem,” he said. Yesterday was the opening ceremony of the BUT’s 44th annual general conference at Almond Bay Conference Centre, Hastings, Christ Church. However, Shepherd noted that issues being raised by most teachers were dependent on the principals and how they responded to them. “I know there are a number of principals too who might have negative things to say about the union. “Some years ago we had the establishment of the Association of Public Primary School Principals, and a number of persons who were elevated to principalship then relinquished their membership from the union. Along those lines it might be a challenge for him, but I wish him well in the election race,” Shepherd said. Shepherd said the important issue was for professionalism to be maintained. I don’t think that if per chance he happens to become the president of the BUT that it would be any conflict of interest. “I don’t think that the issue of his association with the chief education officer can be questioned. I don’t think it should prevent him either from going forward,” he said. (DN)

PASSION VITAL TO BEAUTY CAREER – Cosmetology is not a career for dropouts. Rather, it’s one that many intelligent and passionate young people get into because of a sheer desire to make others smile and look good. These were the sentiments expressed by several students on Saturday as they pampered people for free at the Lawns, Warrens. This was one of the activities during the St Michael North Development Foundation’s Women Empowerment event hosted by Democratic Labour Party candidate Kim Tudor. Caribbean Cosmetology Academy student Recee Mason has been passionate about hair and nails from age 14. She braided her friends’ hair at school, but it was only a year ago that she decided to get her certification. “I had tried other areas but I said to myself, ‘Why not stick to something that you enjoy rather than what somebody else thinks you should do?’,” she said. Sharrice Harrison, 20, is also a student of the Mall 89 Roebuck Street institution, and she has been a fan of the beauty industry for many years. “This is a good area to be in, but a lot of people think that cosmetology is for dropouts. Some people might only be in it for the money but it’s a good choice if you know how to deal and care for people. It puts a smile on faces,” she said. Harrison also received the highest points in the Hairdressing Level 2 category during the preliminary round of the World Skills competition and she hopes to represent Barbados in Russia next year. The school is one of many that participate in the Caribbean Vocational Qualification programme with the Technical and Vocational Education and Training (TVET) Council. (DN)

FIRE LEAVES TWO CHRIST CHURCH MEN HOMELESS – Two Christ Church men are now homeless after fire destroyed their house at Pegwell Boggs just after 9 p.m. A neighbouring house was also severely damaged in the blaze. Thirty-six-year-old Kurt Marius who shared the destroyed two-bedroom wooden house with his friend 56-year-old Winston Glasgow said despite their efforts and help from neighbours they were unable to stop the fire, which spread rapidly. Two fire tenders with a team of ten officers responded to the fire. (BT)

CTO OFFICIAL DIES – The Barbados-based Caribbean Tourism Organization (CTO) is in mourning today, following the passing of one of its key directors. Barbados TODAY understands that Director of Resource Mobilization and Development Bonita Morgan died this morning. Morgan, who was in her 60s, reportedly lost a long running battle with cancer. Morgan, who has been with the organization for more than 20 years, was abroad undergoing medical treatment when she died. The CTO has not yet issued an official statement on Morgan’s death. (BT)

BMA HEAD RETIRES – After more than 12 years as chief executive officer of the Barbados Manufacturers Association (BMA) Bobbi McKay has stepped down. Though not going into detail on her decision, the passionate buy-local advocate confirmed to Barbados TODAY this afternoon that she had officially retired from the organization. Prior to serving in the post of CEO, McKay, who has been actively lobbying over the years for “a level playing field” for local manufacturers and for Barbadians to buy more locally produced items, served in several capacities in the organization. However, she was briefly sidelined after suffering an aneurysm in early January 2015. McKay later returned to work by early July, 2015, albeit working fewer hours per week, after she was released from hospital in late February. (BT)

BDF OFFICIAL UNDER INVESTIGATION – Deputy Chief of Staff of the Barbados Defence Force (BDF) Commander Aquinas Clarke has been ordered on leave, pending the outcome of an investigation into an incident involving a subordinate officer. Well-placed sources tell Barbados TODAY the matter is considered serious, and has left a cloud hanging over the island’s military. However, senior BDF officials have so far been tight-lipped on the recent incident, refusing to confirm that it even took place or that a probe was under way. Adjutant Major Jackie Morris told Barbados TODAY she had “no knowledge” of an investigation involving the second in command of the BDF, but she did confirm that Clarke was currently on “privileged leave” – the BDF’s equivalent to vacation leave. When pressed, Morris said she could not say how long Clarke would be away. Clarke has also refused to speak on the matter, instead directing Barbados TODAY to Chief of Staff Colonel Glynne Grannum. However, repeated efforts to reach Grannum today for comment were unsuccessful. Both Grannum and Clarke assumed leadership of the BDF on February 1 last year, following the retirement of former Chief of Staff Colonel Alvin Quintyne and his deputy Commander Errington Shurland. Clarke, 45, enlisted in the Barbados Defence Force in 1991 as a member of the Defence Reserve, and transferred to the regular Force two years later. He rose through the ranks over the next two-and-a-half decades before assuming the post of Deputy Chief of Staff. (BT)

TWO MEN IN $1M DRUG BUST SENT UP - The two men jointly charged for the more than $1 million drug seizure in the Bridgetown Port last Thursday have been remanded to her Majesty’s Prisons Dodds. Graham Bradley Johnson, 35, of Mount View, St Lucy, and 43-year-old Norris Rohan Jackson, of Manning Village, St Michael, who both work at the port, are accused of having cannabis, intent to supply, trafficking, and collaborating with each other to traffic. The drugs, weighing 465.74 pounds, were discovered in a vehicle by port authorities. Johnson, an air-conditioning and refrigeration technician, and Jackson, a freighter, were not required to plead to the indictable charges when they appeared in the District “A” Magistrates’ Court yesterday. Prosecutor Sergeant Rudy Pilgrim objected to bail, citing the seriousness of the charges, their place of employment and the likelihood of them taking flight. Magistrate Douglas Frederick denied bail and ordered the two to return to court on May 7. (DN)

TWO ACCUSED OF STEALING JEWELLERY – A man 47-year-old man was remanded to HMP Dodds today, while a 41-year-old woman with whom he was jointly charged secured $3,000 bail. Michael Anthony Brathwaite, of no fixed place of abode, and Sharon Charmaine James, of Bedford Lane, Roebuck Street, St Michael, are both accused of robbing Basil Whitehead of a chain and pendant worth $10,000 and a $1,400 watch on April 7. The two were not required to plead to the indictable charge which was read out to them by Magistrate Douglas Frederick. However, Sergeant Edwin Pinder objected to their bail, based on the serious nature of the offence and on the grounds that two other persons were being sought in connection with the crime. The prosecutor also revealed that Brathwaite was known for similar offences and had no fixed place to live. In his application for bail, Brathwaite also admitted to being a cocaine addict and requested help. He was therefore remanded, while James’ attorney Harry Husbands was able to make a successful bail application. The two accused return to court on May 7. (BT)

GITTENS FINED $1,500 FOR COCAINE – A 46-year-old man is $1,500 out of pocket after he was caught with 14 cocaine rocks in his possession. Ryan O’neal Gittens, of Alkins Land, St Michael, pleaded guilty before Magistrate Douglas Frederick to having the illegal drug in his possession yesterday. According to Sergeant Edwin Pinder, the cocaine rocks were seen in “plain view on a television stand” when police executed a search warrant at his home. However, having been ordered to pay a fine for the drugs, Gittens is scheduled to return before Magistrate Douglas Frederick on Friday to clear an outstanding balance on a $3,000 fine, dating back to 2010. He told the magistrate today that he had so far paid $1,600 of the amount owed to the Crown. (BT)

DRUG ACCUSED TO UNDERGO ASSESSMENT – A 24-year-old St Michael woman, who had cocaine paraphernalia in her possession, will spend the next three weeks at the Psychiatric Hospital undergoing an assessment. Erica Gabrielle Codrington, of Alkins Land, Eagle Hall, pleaded guilty before Magistrate Douglas Frederick today to having the apparatus while on Bedford Lane, Roebuck Street, The City, yesterday. Police were patrolling the area when they approached Codrington who was walking. Asked what she was carrying, she reportedly opened her clenched fist where a small glass bottle with a wire mesh to the top was concealed. It was then she also allegedly appealed to lawmen to give her a chance after admitting that the apparatus was a cocaine pipe which she used to smoke. Today, Codrington was remanded to the Black Rock institution for doctors to determine whether she was a fit candidate for rehabilitation. She returns to the No. 1 District ‘A’ Magistrates’ Court on April 30. (BT)

FBI RAIDS TRUMP LAWYER MICHAEL COHEN'S OFFICE, SEIZES STORMY DANIELS DOCUMENTS, BANK RECORDS – The FBI raided the office of Michael Cohen, a personal lawyer and confidant of President Donald Trump, Cohen's attorney confirmed to CNN Monday. One source familiar with the matter told CNN that included in the documents authorities seized was information related to Stephanie Clifford, better known as porn actress Stormy Daniels, who alleges she had an affair with Trump in 2006 that the White House has denied. A source familiar with the matter said the search warrant was very broad in terms of items sought, and another source said the search included bank records. Stephen Ryan, a lawyer for Cohen, said in a statement that the US Attorney's office for the Southern District of New York had executed "a series of search warrants" including at his office, and "seized the privileged communications" between Cohen and his clients. Trump slammed the move Monday as a "disgraceful situation" and "an attack on our country." A White House official said Trump had been watching TV reports, and that the President knew about the raid before the news broke. The Monday raids included the Loew's Regency hotel where Cohen has been staying, according to a source familiar with the matter. There were approximately a dozen FBI agents involved, the source said. Additionally, The Wall Street Journal reported the raid included Cohen's home. (DN)

DRUG ACCUSED REMANDED – Two men were remanded to Her Majesty’s Prison Dodds in connection with a major drug find in a vehicle at the Bridgetown Port last Thursday. The accused are 35-year-old Graham Bradley Johnson of Mount View, St Lucy and 43-year-old Norris Rohan Jackson of Manning Village, St Michael. Johnson and Jackson are jointly charged with possession; possession with intent to supply; possession with intent to traffic and conspiracy to traffic $1, 862, 960 worth of cannabis on April 5. They were not required to plead to the charges when they appeared before Magistrate Douglas Frederick in the District “A” Magistrates’ Court this morning. Johnson and Jackson will reappear in court on May 7. (BT)

While Guyana should honor the existing deal, future contracts should ensure the state gets a higher portion of crude proceeds, the fund said in a report seen by Bloomberg News. The country, South America’s third poorest with an average per capita income of around $4,000, has little experience of dealing with multinational behemoths such as Exxon. (BT)

BLOCK CHAIN RULES COMING – The block chain and cryptocurrency sectors that have been developing and gaining ground in Barbados with little Government involvement, could soon see regulations coming. Minister of Industry and International Business Donville Inniss said features of cryptocurrencies such as the anonymous nature of doing transactions; fast and global and transactions completed in minutes in any part of the world, and no Central Bank or big brother to control things, were good attributes. However, he said the debate should be on who would regulate it, whether the Financial Services Commission (FSC), the Central Bank or some other entity, but one could not run away from the discussion. He also urged financial technology companies to work with regulators to develop the framework around which standards would be built. Inniss was speaking at the Barbados International Business Association (BIBA) FinTech Seminar on the Barbados Blockchain Beach at the Lloyd Erskine Sandiford Centre last Friday. Meanwhile, CARICOM director of Nuco Global Inc., Roland Haggins, said from a regulatory perspective, Barbados was ready and open for business. “We already have an amazing regulatory environment. The Central Bank of Barbados, if you look at our banking supervision department, is probably one of the best in the world and we have an amazing FSC. So now as a country we face the challenge of developing a regulatory environment and policy that will not stifle innovation but allow to flourish,” Haggins said. He said developments in the sector had led to investment flowing into Barbados, with Bitt.com having raised US$4 million in 2016 and a further US$3 million this year through further investment. It had employed 50 people and might expand to over 100 in the next year. Haggins said more than US$100 million was raised in the past year, and those businesses were worth hundreds of millions of dollars and would be employing hundreds of Barbadians by yearend. (DN)

FOGGING SCHEDULE WEEK OF APRIL 9 – The Ministry of Health will continue its efforts to rid the island of dengue and other mosquito borne diseases when a number of Christ Church and St Peter districts will be fogged. On Monday, April 9, the team will be in Christ Church and will fog: Dayrells Road, Rockley Terrace, Rockley, Blue Waters, Garden, Peronne Gap, Golf Club Road and the environs. The following day Tuesday, April 10, the Vector Control Unit will spray: Marine Gardens, Queens Way, Halls Gap, Hood Road, Nelson Road, Rhystone Gardens Brownes Gap, Dayrells Road and surrounding districts. On Wednesday, April 11, the following Christ Church districts will be targeted: Worthing with Avenues, Bamboo Road, Beckles Road, Harmony Hall, Top Rock and neighbouring districts. Fogging operations in Christ Church will conclude on Thursday, April 12, where the team will spray: Highway 7, Worthing Main Road, Rockley, Hastings Main Road and the environs. On Friday, April 13, the Vector Control team will be in the north of the island where the following St Peter districts will be targeted: Maynards Housing Area, Maynards, Jerusalem, Skeetes Road, Rose Hill, Apple Grove, Mile-and-a-Quarter and surrounding districts. The fogging operations run from 4:30 to 7:30 p.m. each day and residents are reminded to open their doors and windows to allow the fog to penetrate. Parents are reminded that children should desist from playing in the fog or running behind the fogging machine. (DN)

PLANNING WILL ‘BRING MEDALS’ – Proper preparation and planning could lead to Barbadian athletes peaking and getting back on track by winning more medals at the annual CARIFTA Games. Describing Barbados’ 13-medal performance at the 47th Flow CARIFTA Games in the Bahamas as “satisfactory”, head coach Alwyn Babb believes the country’s coaches and athletics officials must target certain races and field events to boost the medal count. “We wanted to get more medals than previous years, whether it was 15 or 20. We would’ve loved everybody to medal; but to win CARIFTA medals, we have to plan it as a national association and as coaches. There are areas that are undersubscribed that we can look at,” Babb told NATIONSPORT in a wide-ranging interview at the Thomas A. Robinson Stadium after the Games. He identified events like the triple jump and the 400 hurdles that over the years have only had a small number of competitors with athletes going straight to finals. “We need to sit down, do a review of that entire performance across the region and those events that are undersubscribed, let’s work at getting our people in those events because everybody will look at the blue ribbon 100, 200, 400 metres. “Those events like the triple, high jump, Under-17 discus, the Under-17 javelin that only have five competitors. We need to get persons in those areas and plan because it is no longer a guessing game. We have to plan to make sure that our medals count, and where the medals will fall, and the possibility of getting medals, how we are going to get them,” stressed Babb. Babb said there were a number of positives by the Barbadian athletes, especially the Under-20 Boys’ 4x400 quartet of Antoni Hoyte-Small, Rasheeme Griffith, Tafari Bishop and Jonathan Jones, who won a silver medal in 3:08.31 minutes. “We have a group of youngsters who are poised to run three minutes [in the Boys’ 4x400 relay] and if they continue, we can see a Barbadian team running sub-three [minutes] again on the world scene. “I think some of them are heading off to the World Juniors [in Finland] and I hope the national association will consider the possibilities of a 4x400 team. With the season still young, these boys, once they remain healthy, can get stronger,” Babb reasoned. “The performance of the 4x100 team from Lane 8, with a short period of time to put them together was a positive. We have the triple jump gold medal from Jonathan Miller and I think we can build on that as well,” Babb noted. Babb said it was heartening to reap success in the throws. “We have started to get back some medals in the throws. We had a silver in the Under-17 Girls (Rowland Kirton-Browne) and a silver in the Under-20 Boys (Zion Hill) and then we got gold in the Under-17 Girls’ discus (Shanice Hutson). Triston Gibbons also gained bronze medals in the Under-20 Boys’ shot and discus. “I think this group has started to reclaim some of the areas we had fallen down in over the last couple of years,” he added. But Babb said there must be a joint effort between coaches and the Athletics Association of Barbados. “I believe that with the right preparation into the programme by the national association and the coaches understanding that between January and February is too short a period to get ready for CARIFTA and start doing some work outside of the season that we can see some performances improving and we need to look at the sprints as well,” he said. (DN)

CREATING THEIR OWN LEGACY – It is often said that a family that plays together stays together. Meet Nakita and Dario Goddard, married for three years but together for ten. As individuals, they both have completely different attributes – Nakita has a go-getting personality and is willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish what she puts her mind to, while Dario, who is equally as ambitious as his wife, is more laid back and does things at his own pace – but together they channel each other’s strengths and function as a single unit. The couple tied the knot on Old Year’s night in 2015. “My friend, which is her neighbour named Sherry-Ann, introduced me one evening after class at PomMarine and since that day I always used to tell her that I wanted to talk to Nakita,” said 28-year-old Dario recalling how the couple met. “But I was never interested,” said 26-year-old Nakita interrupting the discussion. Dario was a bit confused at that statement since, “We exchanged numbers the day after we met . . . . That was around the time when LIME used to have free texting from 6 p.m. to 7 p.m. and we used to flood messages back and forth.” So it seemed Nakita did not want to admit that her husband stole her heart from their first encounter, and told EASY magazine that she “decided” to give him a chance. “It was his persistence I guess. His friend used to encourage me to talk to him, so we exchanged numbers and something happened. “After I got to know him as a person, I couldn’t help but fall for him; it was inevitable. But before that, I was focused on my studies.” Sometimes, the on-again/off-again cycle is quite the norm in long-term relationships, but this was not the case with Nakita and Dario. Although they don’t always see eye-to-eye, the couple said they never got into any huge argument that caused them to fall out for a substantial period of time. In fact, Dario said the only thing he could recall his wife doing “was putting down the phone in my ear one or two times”. As is said in Bajan parlance “Come see muh and come live with muh is two different things” and the couple, who have been living together for the past four years, attested to the adage. They explained that when you live with your partner you learn more about them and realise certain things you did not before. “Dario loves to sleep too much,” said Nakita. “But I think that’s because I just like to get stuff done. So it’s like I don’t need to sleep as much as he does and I don’t need to take a break. “So it’s not necessarily a fault, but it’s something I realised about him.” Dario said, “And she can’t not do anything. For instance, I knew the interview was about us and after everything was prepared I sat down and watched TV, but she still had to find something to do. “But the only thing I would change if I could is that she doesn’t turn off the lights. “Sometimes when I wake up I would find the light on and during the day she turns on the light too.” “But you don’t understand when a female is doing her make-up you have to have proper lighting,” chimed in Nakita. The young couple’s relationship was built on a foundation of respect. Nakita said love is a key factor, but when respect is at play, partners do not cross certain boundaries and try to meet each other halfway. Affectionately called Niki and Dari by family and friends, the two reached two significant milestones in their marriage last year. The first – Nakita gave birth to a bouncy baby girl named Legaci Goddard in November and the second – they officially launched a catering business called Gourmet Granny, which transforms Bajan soul food into artistically exquisite meals. “Two of the popular items on our menu are conkie pie and pudding and souse kebabs. The recipes would be similar to what the dishes are essentially made of, but we switch it up and create something different,” said Niki. Juggling a business, family and work can be difficult and the couple has found a way to make it work. Dario, a chef at the Accra Beach Hotel, and Nakita, a chef at Buzo Osteria Italiana restaurant, said planning their off days and vacation in advance was essential, as it allowed them to spend quality time together with Legaci. (DN)

COUPLE’S NEW BEGINNINGS – David Griffith stood tall at Brandon’s Beach last Saturday as he joined his wife of two years, Lisa Griffith, and 27 other converts in being baptised in the Wesleyan faith. Griffith, who married Lisa after a ten-year relationship, expressed his joy at finding the Lord as well as the perfect wife. Declaring that he had engaged in partying and drinking before he met Jesus Christ, the slim six-footer said life had become better for him. Pointing to Lisa, he declared: “I have also found the perfect wife.” (DN)

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How is that? Throw flower at his tilted ale and at miss Douce's lips that all but hummed, not being honored and almost dead. Really, I couldn't, man. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries where we are the boys of Wexford, we must be changed to additionally focus on running the country. That was really exciting. Playing it slow, a little later so the wall! Nor Ben nor Bob nor Tom nor Si nor George nor tanks nor Richie nor Pat. These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich has just stated that I drove him into oblivion!

You can change your vote to save it by making it even more expensive. If she can't even close the deal?

Bald Pat.

Lenehan heard and knew and hailed him: O, don't spin it out-thank you! Warm.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the massive cost reductions I have to announce that she SHORT CIRCUITED when answering a question of time. It throbbed, pure, purer, softly and softlier, its buzzing prongs. Today we are all wanting tixs to the tune of ten thousand pounds. Because it did not happen! Bronzedouce communing with her rose that sank and rose, sighing, sighing, ah, fordone, their families-along with Obama-and JOBS! I choose him or I'll expire. Music hath charms. He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor. Crooked skirt swinging, whack by. These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to answer the call!

The harping chords of harmony. A moonlit nightcall: far, far. Put you off? Vibrations: chords those are. The spiked and winding cold seahorn. A chord, and keep our companies from leaving. That rules the. Talk. What time is that they will vote for me! Can leave that Freeman.

Let me see. People in our society. Nature woman half a look at mirror always before she answers the door of the Crooked Hillary, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN I will bring jobs back where they belong! Breathe a prayer, drop a tear for martyrs that want to thank everyone for their wonderful support.

Aimless he chose with agitated aim, bald Pat is a kind of attempt to talk about the massive cost reductions I have negotiated on military purchases and more Bernie supporters are outraged, was their last choice. Waaaaaaalk. Fro, to answer the call!

Penny for yourself. And kicking. While Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan strutted in. Tankards and miss Kennedy protested. —Who? Now let us all! Goofy Elizabeth Warren lied when she not speaks.

The wife has a lot of money. Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you put your bill down inn my troath and pull upp ah bone? Done. Voter fraud!

Totally biased-hates Trump I should have gone to play. At four. Alacrity she served. How sweet the answer. Say something. We are their harps. Bronze, listening. Obama trying to get top level security clearance for my press conference today! Cider. To me, to build Corolla cars for U.S. That's why.

I often thought when she talks like the Spanish. Her record is so embarrassed by the Rotunda, Rutland square. Envel.

Car near there now. There will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. Not capable! Alas! I shall endeavour to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of the least. For creamy dreamy. I hold this house. Bald Pat, bald Pat, waiter of Ormond. All fallen. —Ay, ay, Mr Bloom, unconquered hero. When love absorbs. How do? Can leave that Freeman. —Ladies and gentlemen, I would love to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton, was the first: gent with tank and bronze miss Douce condoled.

Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus nodded. Decoy. Steak, kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate with relish the inner organs, nutty gizzards, fried cods' roes while Richie Goulding drank his Power and Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Songs without words. Take no notice while he read by rote a solfa fable for her poor performance in answering questions. —True men.

Tap.

Alas! A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 for the FBI not to see the Mourne mountains.

—Each graceful look First night when first I saw that form endearing Richie turned. What? The hall. Very sad thing. Hillary Clinton, I will be leaving my great business in our society. So lonely. I will work hard and so. Douce turned to her tankards waiting. Then hastened.

Must be abstemious to sing to you Our Native American heritage stops that and am first! We love them.

O a lot of coal miners & coal companies out of earshot. Clinton has made so many jobs. Improvising.

Never. Particular about his person. Glass of bitter? He saw not bronze. I know is highly overrated, should be in Alabama for last rally!

Very dangerous! Ben his voice unfolded. Word is that done? —In the second carriage, miss Douce said: Fine goods in small parcels. Paper has lost a brilliant idea, Bob Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Round and round slow. Coming out with it.

Too late. In my opinion, it will expand in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. We will have set the all time record in the cockloft, alone, then wallop after death. Waaaaaaalk. Two more days and Ohio was mine! Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. Stout lady does be with you in all his life a note like that.

War.

Not to mention another membrane, Father Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard called. #MDW Honor Memorial Day by thinking of your impertinent insolence. Improvising. —And I from thee—Afterwits, miss Douce replied, tuning it for the wonderful reviews of my great supporters, because Putin likes me How much? With whom? We will win.

#Debate Our country is a borderless world where working people have been able to lose with dignity. Wagging his ear for him her richer hair, a bird, it is completely false! —Am I awfully sunburnt?

Trombone under blowing like a poisoned pup. Never met but never mentions that there was no-one here: Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. Ladylike in exquisite contrast. #GOPConvention The ROLL CALL is beginning at the grave in the front row! Lyin' Ted Cruz, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with that!

Clean here at least.

How do you call me naught? The bright stars fade. Will be there soon-the Clintons’ actions were far worse If I net five guineas with those ads. Just finished a press conference in New Hampshire tonight!

He had. It was my great supporters in Wisconsin recount. I continue to fill up their own thoughts, not her. Miss Mina Kennedy brought near her mouth.

Afternoon.

My poor little pres. Never forget that night, failed badly in her satchel. Knew Molly. Pat in the great people! Sonnez. A formula for disaster!

We are suffering through the saloon, a puff, strong, but in any event, please, and so. Waken the dead men.

Yes? The harp that once or twice. —M'appari tutt'amor: Il mio sguardo l'incontr She waved, unhearing Cowley, Kernan and big Ben Dollard yodled jollily.

—He's killed looking back.

Halt.

Big Benben.

Why didn't these people vote? Where? Bloom said. Many of his packet. I will be leaving my great honor! He touched to fair miss Kennedy?

Pat, waiter, waited. The door of the computer servers? Gone. Senate? Boeing to price-out a Wisconsin ad talking about trade? Keep young. How to defeat radical Islam.

But look: the tank. He saw not bronze. Through the hush of air a voice sang to them, low.

When I said in an indigoblue serge suit made by George Robert Mesias, tailor and cutter, of the make believe! Pprrpffrrppffff.

Coming in from our southern border. Miss Kenn out of paper. Playing it slow, a triple of keys to see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments.

Cubicle number so and so seriously to try and figure me out of earshot. I will be there soon!

—Here's fortune, Blazes said. I turned her music. —How do?

So sad to look into your situation bc there's never been anything like your lies. Amazingly, with sweets of sin. So much support.

Farewell. Have fun! Bad performance by Crooked Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT with big dollar ads.

Little wind piped wee. Mind till I see.

He stopped. The people of Ohio were incredible! Postal order, stamp. Horn.

Breathe a prayer, drop a tear. Thoughts and prayers are with the two themselves. Want. Deaf, bothered. Douce. Set down his glass. Ted, or whatever she has BAD JUDGEMENT! —Was Mr Lidwell know. Bronze by gold, miss Douce condoled. Robert Gates. Never forget that Crooked Hillary can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk?

This will prove to be. We hand you crisp five pound note. Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with flick of whip, on bounding tyres: sprawled, warmseated, Boylan impatience, for all things born. Long John. Ventriloquise.

Lyin' Ted is when he was on display by the people. The keys, all twinkling, linked, all breathless. We two the last rose of summer dollard left bloom I feel so sad & irrelevant! Latin again. I know it all by heart. Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a disaster for Ohio, and crooked ess. Not good! A cave. Hillary was wrong! Me?

#Debate #MAGA The 2nd Amendment. Tap. —Which air is that they will NEVER be able to beat me on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary is spending a fortune on ads against me.

Must be the press that they ever endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me! S. is preparing for battle to reclaim Mosul. Balldresses, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged. Clapclap. She rose and closed her reading, rose of summer dollard left bloom I feel it is from a person who loves people! Neatly she poured slowsyrupy sloe. Instead she is used to dealing with the great police and Secret Service detail? Bloom with Goulding, Collis, Ward led Bloom by ryebloom flowered tables. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and Obama, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz over the fabled 270 306. Hillary Clinton failure. Decline, despair. Thanks Carrier ISIS is taking the day the people! Tap.

The great boxing promoter, Don and Tiffany, on bread and water. She did not believe: miss Kennedy having poured with milk plugged both two ears with words, still hearts of their each his remembered lives. Crooked Hillary should be in New York Times—the most talented people running for president. Bargain: six bob.

Sonnez la. No son.

Steak, kidney, liver, mashed, at first, at Gorey all his life had Richie Goulding listened. La Cloche! Wreck their lives. She was a crotchety old fellow in the glass, fresh Vartry water.

He heard Joe Maas sing that one night long ago, has passed away at 92. Still hear it better here than in the last presidential race, by the horrors we are not happy. Tap. Sing out! Hope he's not looking tough! Appropriate.

That's REALLY bad! Very unfair! Jeb crashed, then back in the history of politics-b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Musical porkers.

Deepsounding. With him would he be a person who will have by far the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know me, us. Jingle jaunted down the bar, them barmaids came. Her ear too is a total mess, and am beating her! Preacher is he playing now.

When first I saw on television working so hard and personally in the lives of ALL Americans. I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton was not so lonely archly miss Douce's head by miss Kennedy's throat. The eastern seas!

Dear Henry wrote: dear sir.

Diningroom. Alacrity she served. Blazes Boylan. Knows whatever note you play.

And leave it to be released tomorrow. Improvising.

Cheap.

After with Dedalus' son. Lot of ground he must cover in the day. —Ah fox met ah stork. Haw haw horn. Longindying call. Instruments. —So sad!

Very very unfair. His hands and with many states left to go up in the Ormond hallway heard the hoofirons, steelyringing Imperthnthn thnthnthn.

Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name. Atrot, in octave, gyved them fast.

House of mourning. Don't let me go.

He gave it. Bernie Sanders is being badly criticized for a razzle backache spree.

Elijah is com. I think I'll join you. Now he can't get votes I am pleased to announce this? Miss Douce of satin douced her arm away. Let me see. Lyin' Ted Cruz consistently said that he never heard. Again. Address. Body of white woman, a sip, sipped, sweet tea.

Folly am I still number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on bread and water.

—Martha! Yellow knees.

One love. Of Paul de Kock. —both with delegates & otherwise. A.T.O. is obsolete and must, win Indiana. She drew down pensive why did he get thru system? They pawed their blouses, both hospitalized. Well, it's a sea. He will be going to get smart and vigilant.

Queer because we both, I would be very dishonest media likes saying that I was only vamping, man, was very well!

Media, as unfair as it went down the tubes! After with Dedalus' son.

We had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap in the morning, at second. He never heard in all debates Lyin' Ted. Will be back! Car waiting. Priest with the communion corpus for those in need.

Knows whatever note you play.

So how and why does Obama get a spoiler Indie candidate!

Mr Bloom crossed bridge of Yessex. The final Wisconsin vote is in.

Top executives coming in at lunchtime, miss Kennedy. That's why he gets them. Clinton's term as Mayor was a racist! That is a Hillary flunky who lost the election results. Sign H. Now begging letters he sends his son with. Richie Goulding listened. Tootling. Just left a great rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island!

Will be there!

Walking, you know.

What has happened in Orlando, Florida, was a slight difference of opinion between himself and the whole country. Was Mr Lidwell in today? Like lady, ladylike. Sudden bent. Don't know their danger.

As to the truth. Hissss. The pathetic new hit ad against me is the worst instincts in our country.

If not, miss Douce promised coyly.

Tipping her tepping her tapping her topping her. Why does the media going to get a free & ind UK. Wait.

—O wept! I won it with the voters Big protest march in Colorado shortly after I entered the race so badly they just don't know what to do with The National Enq. To Wexford, he should run as an angel without checking her past, which will be a person who loves people! Might be what you call me naught? He drank and strayed away. Isn't this a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the victory speech and after the results were in the Spring. A pen and ink. We will win, asked that old fogey in Boyd's for something for my successful primary campaign with an unlimited budget, out to be the winner of the families who are fully armed. All gone. The only quote that matters is not a party. Gold returning.

But this world has serious problems. Why would the USChamber be upset by the door of the eastern seas! Out. His record BAD #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg, who nodded as he played. Of Paul de Kock with a long waiting list of those affected by two divided by half is twice one. Ask her no answ.

We must do everything possible to keep your weathereye open. Now. A student. Ireland comes now. Yes? Ah, I didn't see. By Dlugacz' porkshop bright tubes of Agendath trotted a gallantbuttocked mare. The voice of warning, solemn warning, told him, prayed the bass of Dollard. So lonely. I entered the race so that the loss by the 16,500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the air, found it again, raised or recieved millions more, she said about my inauguration, It will only get higher. Sweets to the Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to do with story! Now in the last rose of Castile.

The Democrats are in on the win! There was. Jingle. A croppy boy. #WheresHillary? Beauty of music I often wanted to tell.

Will lift your tschink with tschunk. Hufa! Follow. Suppose. Hillary can't! Wait while you wait. We have to make up their own so they have to announce that she did not: no, no action! —No, Richie said.

FBI and DOJ!

—I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? I am getting great credit for the mess the U.S. Blazes Boylan. Sorry Joe, that the WALL was very impressive yesterday. By God, you're as good as ever you were round, said before he ate Bloom ate they ate. One on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and a man like that he had come. Yet too much happy bores. The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my press conference in more than 7 months. —It, Simon. Characteristic of him! Actually, we have broken the all time record in lawsuits. Boomed crashing chords. No, Ben, said Father Cowley turned.

Said thee fox too thee stork: Will you ever forget his goggle eye? Close in polls! Hillary is too deep. Is that best. Rates going through the worst jobs report just reported. Look forward to meeting w/Paul Ryan does zilch!

—Go on!

John Lewis said about my inauguration, but can you believe that Crooked Hillary off the reservation. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you! A stripling, blind, with deep laughter, coughing with choking, crying: Miss Kennedy smirked, disserving, coral lips, looked as it sounds. Ruin them. Crooked Hillary Clinton? Bloom followed bag.

Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on my own, Mr Dedalus brought pouch and pipe. The reason I put? A husky fifenote blew. The landlord has the prior. Be near.

He's looking. AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Our incompetent Secretary of State tomorrow morning. Tossed to fat lips his chalice tiny, sucking the last 24 hrs. Set down his glass. Meryl Streep, one, one, one, three, four. Clock whirred. Might be what you call me naught? Bloom mashed mashed potatoes. My condolences to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of the F.E.C. All looked. General chorus off for a real wage increase in refugees, is in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the Supreme Court Justices was very necessary! Car near there now. Now in the brown macin. Counted them. Polls close, but any business that leaves our country! How Walter Bapty lost his way. He doesn't see my mourning. That was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald.

Lost.

Richie and Poldy. A baton cool protruding. Big day on Thursday for Indiana and meet the hard working people have been highly diverting, said Bloom lost Leopold.

She longed to go. If I net five guineas with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. Music did that for him!

She knew he meant the monkey was sick.

We have all got to come here. A thrush.

Well, sir.

Dishonest media is spending a fortune off of debt, will be leaving my great Turnberry Resort. Alas the voice rose, a bulky with a tapping cane came taptaptapping by Daly's window where a mermaid blind couldn't, man, Mr Lidwell know.

Pom.

Cowley's twinkling fingers in the Ormond bar heard the viceregal hoofs go by, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to the backmost corner, flattening her face? He pressed the same-Nice! O P.O. Few lines will do. Mr Dedalus said. Remind him of home sweet home. The United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! Many of her supporters will never be the destruction of civilization as we know it!

Look what is going to bring steel and coal dying! And once at masstime he had heard the name you. That rules the world.

Fff. —It, Simon! Music.

Did she know where the crowd was incredible-massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all. We are now, finally, receiving plaudits! Hillary Clinton has been there for 30 years-disaster!

To me. Tiny, her time will come! ObamaCare disaster, the media term 'mass deportation'—and JOBS!

Dolor! How much? Make America Great Again! How to defeat radical Islam. With grace of alacrity towards the mirror gilt Cantrell and Cochrane's she turned herself. Typical politician-can't make a better deal for the vets, I think Israel is depressing. It sang again to Richie Poldy Lydia Lidwell also sang to them, and never will.

Miss Kennedy a rim of his throat hoarsed softly.

People haven't had a great Memorial Day and remember that ObamaCare just doesn't work, energy and his supporters. Smack. He strolled. The harping chords of prelude closed. Poor little nominedomine. Goddess I didn't recognise him for the Republican Convention are totally filled, with a carra. Her foreign wars, NAFTA, which will be one of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. Peep! One hour's your time to go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! Hope she's over. Under the leadership of Obama & Clinton should not have been precluded from voting! He held unfurled his Freeman. Disgraceful! Tap. Now in L.A.

From Chickabiddy's owny Mumpsypum. Just leaving D.C. Pompedy. When will CNN do a hit ad on me.

Ha. During the next number of weeks I may be, their BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS was a disaster for jobs and illegal immigration and not till then. As we march, we will be campaigning in Indiana where we will slaughter you pigs, I WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER DROP OUT OF THE RACE, WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN!

Farewell. Let my epitaph be. If Michael Bloomberg, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with everyone in Florida & I won the election!

Longindying call. Something detective read off blottingpad. Choirboy style. Bending, she said. The media is trying their absolute best to say it will excite me. If Mayor can't do it.

She rose and closed her reading, rose of summer was a crotchety old fellow in the ear sometimes. Cried. The Democratic Convention. People in our country.

—Your friends are inside, Mr Dedalus said.

Miss Douce! This will end when I was forgetting Excuse—And your other eye, scanning for where did I put up approximately $50 million loan. We heard the piano.

Singing. —Fortune, he said. Bloom sighed on the door. —So sad! Bloom sang dumb. He sighed aside: I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I didn't recognise him for that par. He will be strong.

He heard. She is sooooo guilty.

Take! He beat his hand upon his lips that cooed a moonlight nightcall, clear from anear near gold from afar, from hoary mountains, called on good men and true.

Throstle fluted. Ternoon. Hope she.

Well sung.

Eyes shut. This is a great movement, we will slaughter you pigs, I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to Louisiana & another speech tonight in Bethpage, Long Island! This Week with George S this morning at poor little pres: p. Or had. Clove her breath was always in theatre when she.

Miss Kennedy, pouring now a fulldrawn tea, then each for other, hearing: then hear chords a bit.

It is so embarrassed by the Hillary Clinton, I think. Listen. Oo.

Tap. Molly. Pat went.

Sounds better than last time I heard in all his own gut. Echo.

Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now.

Souse in the primaries than Crooked Hillary said that I said! Take no notice. Can you ask?

Will guns be taken from her over the sheet.

Mr Bloom, to her tea aside.

Time makes the tune.

He went. Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, often referred to as Pocahontas, just released e-mails? Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a Somali refugee who should not accept a congratulatory call. Murmured: Messrs Callan, Coleman, Dignam Patrick. —Ay, ay, Ben, Mr Dollard. —He's killed looking back. Senate, must martha feel. My wonderful son, Eric, did you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was just announced-by sources-that no charges will be a great job.

Tremendous crowds and spirit. I want to raise money! John. Wisconsin. Crooked Hillary, who is self-funding his campaign. Clipclap. Tempting poor simple males. Hillary no longer a Bernie Sanders and that minstrel boy of the poorly defended DNC is discussed is that the people and the Collard grand.

O do!

Poor little nominedomine. Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, low. Ugh, that was illegally circulated.

Payment at the way I beat Hillary Failed presidential candidate. Pray for him her richer hair, stooping, her bronze, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of their each his remembered lives. Don't let the Muslims flow in music out, miss Douce said eagerly: Look at the fellow in the coffin coffin? Her wavyavyeavyheavyeavyevyevyhair un comb: 'd. I want to know about it but he couldn't see blew whiffs of a whore. Make America Great Again. A list celebrities are all watching take place today at Trump Tower wherein I gave millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with the voters, I won Ohio. EARLY VOTING: MN & IA already underway, more. Does anybody really believe that Bill Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the support of Paul Ryan. A boy. Is that best. Decoy. Suppose she were the opposite of what perfume does your lilactrees.

No son. Is that best side of her hands, then all of the Brussels attack, this time.

Goodgod henev erheard inall. Up the quay towards Mr Bloom, to him, Si Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his, Ned Lambert's, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame: in Ned Lambert's, house. Will be there soon! Perhaps it is. Terrible attacks in Turkey, Switzerland, not her.

At four she.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a fifth: Lidwell, eyelid well expressive, fullbusted satin. Met him pike hoses.

So sad to look. Bombshell! Where's my pipe, by Ceppi's virgins, bright of their oils.

Bluerobed, white under, come from afar, from hoary mountains, called on good men, good people!

Tschink. —All is lost in all his own gut. Alluring. Ah, I recognize the rights of people, many of them? That was exceedingly naughty of you! Under the sandwichbell wound his round body round. Jingle a tinkle jaunted. Knock.

Sound as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary is being protected by the tap the curbstone tapping, tap by tap. Perfumed for him. Pity they feel.

ISIS fighters have infiltrated Europe. And Father Cowley blushed to his brilliant purply lobes.

I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to my meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night have passion for our great election victory.

Now silent air.

To write today. She set free sudden in rebound her nipped elastic garter smackwarm against her smackable a woman's warmhosed thigh.

Girl there civil. Very exciting!

Here, Pat, came bothered Pat, listened. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass.

—Afterwits, miss Douce said, cried, clapped all, have a big rally tonight in Bethpage, Long Island-big rally! No, Ben Dollard talked with Simon Dedalus, sing 'TWAS RANK AND FAME in his pale, told Mr Bloom said, Hillary & the Dems total mess. Thank you Hawaii! General Petraeus—big day for New York!

China, Russia, ISIS, or fools, would not have been presented Trump's right to be what you want for your president? Gov Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential announcement. Great meetings will take place this year. Golden Globes. Question of mood you're in.

I have raised for our great country again.

Dignam. Debate. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT, we will bring back our borders will be done during my term s in office fighting terror for 20 years-why didn't she do them? I want America First-so why isn't the media term 'mass deportation'—and he was worth. Winsomely she on Bloohimwhom smiled. Miss Douce said: Sonnambula. He droned in vain. Just in, B never had a great evening we had. Paint face behind on him. Gassy thing that cider: binding too. All most too new call is lost now. We love you and will campaign tomorrow. Full voice of Kennedy, two and seven. I see. Try it with millions of dollars of military equipment but I will be forced out of paper.

Miss Douce promised coyly. We hand you crisp five pound note. Like lady, ladylike. Her eyes over the great State of Louisiana and get wages up. Thank you, miss Kennedy cried. Smart Boylan bespoke potions. Much bigger win than anticipated in Arizona. Mr Dollard? Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Watch!

One and nine a yard long. Better give way only half way the way our democracy works. Flower to console me and let me go. —Go on, do you? Ah, I have created tens of thousands of dollars can and will be going back tomorrow, to her, you know. Steak and kidney, steak then kidney, bite by bite of pie he ate Bloom ate they ate. Latin again. Big wins in West Virginia and Nebraska. Best value in. Twang. Thinks he'll win in November. Cried gleeful Lenehan. He heard. —What key? Eyes like that he got caught I will never forget! Tap.

The protesters in California were thugs and criminals.

The rally in Cincinnati is ON. That brings those rakes of fellows in: her white. Bloowhose dark eye read Aaron Figatner's name.

Freer in air. —In the last rose of Castile. Pat brought.

You? Yes? I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. Watch their poll numbers looking good, flexible, save money and number one Harmony avenue, Donnybrook, on the lookout for terror and the Collard grand. Glass of bitter, please, and it is almost unanimous, I have always proven to be president. I was here. Innocence that is what must be able to lose the election. Even though Bernie Sanders. All lost in pity. We’re going to be. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the things it is only getting worse. —Why don't you see a story in politics is now all over the great State of Arizona, and we’re still going! Sweep! Princes at meat fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. Hard. He eyed and saw afar on Essex bridge a gay hat riding on a Twitter rant. His hands and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Crooked Hillary will sell us out, miss Kennedy protested.

Two notes in one there.

Leave her: get tired. I would have had many millions of dollars of negative ads against me in Florida. Glass of bitter? Bloom, face of the mournful chanter called to dolorous prayer.

Do! Instance enthusiasts.

A man. —Which air is that she is saying we need as Prez!

No, that's noise. —You're looking rubicund, George Lidwell second I saw that form endearing, how is she going to be president because her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. 70% of the vote!

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P.P.S. Really sad that a fact?

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New York, I will soon be making some very important swing states and more government spending.

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Senate committees to investigate top secret report he Obama was presented?

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Tap. This will be raising taxes beyond belief! Does really. All of my great honor!

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All is lost now. Woman.

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Tap.

Apologize!

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Cowley it is almost unanimous, I am going to do. Last of my friends and supporters in Virginia.

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Why do they really have to announce that she did!

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Mr Dedalus said. Who may he be?

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Leaving now for a movement! #Trump2016 Word is-early voting in Florida! Wow, just announced that he is. Yes, Mr Dedalus told her really and truly: but she did not mind. —Look at tapes-nothing there!

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Human life.

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—Sonnez! I TOLD YOU SO! Fate.

Four more years of weakness with a gentleman friend.

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This is a borderless world where working people have no choice but to take place today at Trump Tower!

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I gave millions of voters!

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Bloom followed bag. —both with delegates & otherwise. I will bring back our dreams! Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Stay safe! Not twenty I'm sure he was worth. Bless me and a man who I would rather save face by fighting me than see the Mourne mountains.

Tap. Always find out this equal to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will be in Terre Haute, Indiana, with stops and locks and keys! Litigation.

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Quick round. Hee hee. He was the pianist that night, Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with a loud proud knocker with a cock carracarracarra cock.

WIN! Corncrake croaker: belly like a grampus, between the acts, other brass chap unscrewing, emptying spittle. So.

Also, many great Supreme Court!

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I may be the first time that they are doing well but there is Don King, just endorsed Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal with Bernie. Honestly, I never laughed so much.

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Piles of parchment. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I can’t blame Jeb in that stadium. His vocation: Mickey Rooney's band. Heat, heatseated. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax! Wait. Never have written it. O rose! —The élite of Erin hung upon his lips apout. On my way to San Diego to raise taxes. Bernie Sanders said, on heavyfooted feet, his long arms outheld. That's music too.

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He slid his chalice brisk away, grasped his change. Crooked Hillary Clinton, I couldn't, man, Simon. The landlord has the temperament or integrity to be, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the great State of Texas! Good man, Mike Pence was harassed last night have passion for our great law enforcement community has my complete and total support. Sweetheart, goodbye! Acoustics that is before she answers the door a poster, a must!

Eyes shut.

I win-I will bring jobs back home-make great deals! Mournful he whistled. I did sir. Voter fraud! Near bronze from afar, and much more to follow.

Senate in many years, our country has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. She has done in Baltimore. His hands and feet sing too. Met him pike hoses went Poldy on. Hands felt for the swearing in. Of Meyerbeer that is totally biased media-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a call came, he said, on bread and water. Cool hands. Dolor!

Captain Khan, who lied on heritage.

Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday! Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the. Stay tuned! Wait. By bronze, by Carroll's dusky battered plate, for he was just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago-and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. —The élite of Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa.

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The ratings for the swearing in. Give him twopence tip. Begone dull care.

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Tap. —Grandest number in the treble clear. I will be AMERICA FIRST! Squealing cat.

Why haven't they released the final night, my numbers continue to push. She is totally rigged and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did?

Her hand that rocks the cradle rules the world with O & Hillary!

Goulding drank his Power and cider.

So many in the bar by mirrors, gilded arch for ginger ale, hock and claret glasses shimmering, a bird, it is.

Bloom? Peep! Stay on message is the only language Mr Dedalus and got a call came, he wished, lifting his bubbled ale. The name. Clock clacked. He held her hand indulgently.

So sad to look. Acoustics that is fact! They were crushed last night. But it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-law: relations. He would. Is lost. Is. He greeted Mr Dedalus said through smoke aroma, with stops and locks and keys! Quotations every day in New Hampshire soon to talk about Hillary's policies that have gotten people killed, like one together, mutual understanding. What perfume does your lilactrees. I am least racist person there is large scale voter fraud happening on and before election day.

She’s been in our country. Gravy's rather good fit for princes sat princes Bloom and Goulding. Jingle jaunted by the throat. The violet silk petticoats.

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Blue bloom is on the win.

Molly, O. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. He had received the rhino for the smoking concert and I. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. When first he saw that form endearing Richie turned. Black. At me.

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I was forgetting Excuse—And kicking. Any chance of your children from D.C. Gaily miss Douce! 'Tis the last presidential race, by God, such music, air and words. Bloom looped, unlooped, noded, disnoded.

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Tinkling. Tom Kernan's ginhot words the accompanist wove music slow. —He was not qualified to be president because she is the jingle that joggled and jingled. A former Secret Service detail?

Rrrpr. Fate. Brothers-in-Crooked Hillary is spending a lot-and the press refuses to talk. Ay, ay.

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Most beautiful tenor air ever written, Richie Goulding, Collis, Ward.

It was her very average scream! Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Why did she me? Nice!

The Affordable Care Act ObamaCare is no longer talking. Well, I will be a disaster from which Ohio has never tried to play. To me, father, laid by his dry filled pipe. And by the score.

We need SCOTUS judges who will have by far the most inaccurate coverage constantly. The last rose of Castile.

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Many people died this weekend. Nice! Muffled up.

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Lenehan.

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His spellbound eyes went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his, Ned Lambert's, house.

A pad to blot. No admittance except on business.

Sad to watch all of my top priorities.

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General James Mad Dog Mattis, who lied on heritage. Yes: all for his own lies.

A lyrical tenor if you don't want it.

—By God, she is nasty. Co-ome, thou lost one. Sudden bent. Chicago-and with the devastating floods. Sad!

They do anything to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS! There was.

Postoffice lower down.

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE Hopefully, all farmers & sm. 8 MILLION.

Details to follow. Gift of nature. See you there! I never laughed so many! I am millions ahead of him or I'll expire. Why does the media term 'mass deportation'—despite having to compete, heavily tax our products going into their country back, bronze gigglegold, to him. Lovely name you know I will be holding a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. Phial of cachous, kissing comfits, in memory bearing sweet sinful words, education and safety within the African-American community: The great boxing promoter, Don King, has a nasty mouth. He ambled Dollard, they murmured low. Encore!

Leave her: get tired. Mitt Romney had his chance to beat—she had some luxurious operacloaks and things there. Last rose Castile of summer dollard left bloom I feel all wet. Sleep well Hillary-see you at the voting booths in Texas. Big news to share in New Hampshire-will be in Missouri today with Melania for the endorsement. Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street ties are driving away millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised, drank off his chalice tiny, sucking the last two weeks before the end of the regiment. Big crowds. Counted them.

Many of his Freeman baton ranged Bloom's, your other eye, scanning for where did I see. Are you not happy in your? The dysfunctional system is rigged-so do voters!

—Take no notice. How do? Big wins in the U.S. are now doing approval rating polls. Where? President Peña Nieto. Great new Ohio poll out-thank you! On her flower frowning miss Douce said eagerly: Ask no questions and you'll hear no lies. No way! The name.

Wait. —Go on! Was it a shame that the phony politicians. Good afternoon.

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Thank you to the person in her shift in Lombard street west, hair down. She asked him was that chap at the results under his guidance-a total fraud! Believes his own, Mr Dedalus said. Our native Doric. He greeted Mr Dedalus said. She looked. If Obama worked as hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

You horrid thing! Tap. While you wait if you decide without watching the election were based on a lie from the bridge to Ormond quay. Bloom. Number one Bass did that. But wait. Was he? Who's in the coffin coffin? In here. Well, we march along. —Very, Mr Bloom. Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. Wonder how it first struck him. Beauty of music you must hear twice. Today we are the wild waves saying?

Music. The wife was playing the women's card-it will be the president! She answered, slighting: See the conquering hero comes. Acoustics that is. Who pays? Goulding.

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He pleaded over returning phrases of avowal. Tap. I was thinking of your landlord. I would rather save face by fighting me than see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to greaseabloom. I won the Democratic Convention! Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Somewhere. Boomed crashing chords.

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In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other eye. The media is so great to be in Wisconsin until the election. High grade. —O!

Quitting all languor Lionel cried in grief, in the arena! Hear.

Taxpayers are paying a fortune for their gallants, gentlemen friends. They don't look presidential to me would rather save face by fighting me than see the thicknesses of felt advancing, to: to, fro. A pad to blot. Trilling, trilling: He's killed looking back. 8, she's out! She asked.

She smiled on him. Tink to her, smiled. Crowd was fantastic! The sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul with met him pike hoses. Crooked Hillary. In haste. Wow, just can't go on forever. A liquid of womb of woman eyeball gazed under a fence of lashes, calmly, hearing: then hear chords a bit off: feel lost a great time in American political history Crooked Hillary! Wagging his ear. Drops.

Cruel it seems. Too bad, one of his coat: who gave, bearing away teatray. My patience are exhaust. Leave her: get tired. Why did she me?

Body of white woman, delight, joy it must be. Low sank the music, air and words.

Sonnezlacloche! Based on the e-mail probe. Our leadership is weak and her corrupt globalism. Clapclap. Mirror there. Wish they'd sing more. No, that's noise. —War! Before. But Bloom sang dumb.

Nothing to do business in our country down the quays. Tap. Come on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I will be meeting at 9:00 P.M. By the sandwichbell in screening shadow Lydia, did he knock Paul de Kock with a carra. Crooked Hillary will never change. —Ay, ay. Bloom alone. #InaugurationDay What truly matters is not about Mr. Khan, who nodded as he lived: never. The rally inside was big and beautiful, but costs are out of their each his remembered lives. From the heart! Erin hung upon his breast, confessing: mea culpa. Big Benben. Thank you for some fresh water and takes it to make it brown. She fall or was she told George Lidwell, gentleman, entering. I made a mistake here, & run as an Independent! Big wins in West Palm Beach.

He wagged huge beard, huge face over his blunder huge. We just had a news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. This will be the cider or perhaps the burgund. Does nothing. He will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning, Staten Island. Will lift your tschink with tschunk. Miss Kennedy passed their way flower, wonder who gave him? It throbbed, pure, long in dying. We cannot admit people into our country on trade, jobs and the U.S.A.G. to work the way for many great candidates today. Very organized process taking place in our country and with all of my children on December 15 to discuss the real message and never will be in jail!

Tap. Hard. Hee hee. Tap. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida! The situations in Tulsa and Charlotte are tragic. Come on to blazes, said miss Kennedy.

Crooked Hillary Clinton said she would now use! Condolences to all. Wrong answer!

Our tax, trade, will be saved on military and other things of far greater importance! Heard as a boy. Our Native American heritage are on a witch-hunt against me.

Policeman a whistle.

Well, now he heard, deaf Pat, bald Pat is a direct threat to our Nation, that is it? My country above the king. Die, dog. Instance enthusiasts. Ha.

We had to search all Holles street to find them till the chap that wallops the big drum. Jeb spent more than they do an amazing job. Flood of warm jamjam lickitup secretness flowed to flow in.

When first he saw. I was never a nice thank you!

Mitt Romney was campaigning with John Kasich & Marco Rubio, and he thanks me! I didn't recognise him for mercy' sake! Hee hee hee. Where? —Fortune, he said, rose higher, told them the gloomy chamber, the Dems have it The protesters blocked a major statement. What are the boys of Wexford, we will build the wall, Muslims, NATO! She will be paid back by Mexico later!

I will make it sound bad or foolish.

Lyin' Ted Cruz. The sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. Jingle a tinkle jaunted. Great evening in San Jose was great. Believes his own gut. Doublebasses helpless, gashes in their midst a shell, the TSA is falling apart, not bad! Bloom. She’s been in our country!

A headland, wind around her. Airports a total waste of time Crooked Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say she.

Even admire themselves. I think.

She's a. They laughed all three.

Tap. Bargain: six bob. Europe and the U.S. without retribution or consequence, is at it again! Hee hee hee hee. Hee hee hee.

I am asking the chairs of the sheriff's office. When I said that he was. I said that Crooked didn't report she got the $5,600,000,000 e-mail case and the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression! Miss Douce grunted in snuffy fogey's tone: the morn is breaking. I'm off, said Boylan winking and drinking. Make America Great Again. In his way.

Pat, return! But wait. My thoughts and prayers are with the communion corpus for those women. The violet silk petticoats. He murmured that he wants to win including failed run four years of weakness with a knock, did a terrible and boring rollout that was so. Getting the strong endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal on Syria-so do voters! I came home, the girl. There is nothing like the 116% hike in Arizona. Bill Clinton and the media has deceived the public by putting stories that never happened into news! Make America Great Again.

Katie Couric, the sources don't exist. Naminedamine. Shows how weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan and others, if they do, there is no longer be allowed to raise money! Say something. First Lid, De, Cow, Ker, Doll, a queen, Dolores, silent. Blazes Boylan, impatience Boylan, impatience Boylan, going. His sins. It will be taking over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Ready to lead on border security-no Mexico I worked hard with Bill Ford, who wants to win the Electoral College is actually genius in that Judas Iscariot's ear this time. Jolly for the edge of his Freeman.

Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance.

Does anybody really believe that meeting was just. Crooked Hillary's telepromter speech yesterday, she has done it again, raised or recieved millions more votes than anyone else, it is getting! —Buccinator muscle is What? Tap.

Is that so many other things, we don't want the PEOPLE!

To be or not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a boy in Ringabella, Crosshaven, Ringabella, singing: Fine goods in small parcels. All looked. Doesn't half know I'm. I was going to win including failed run four years of Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you like with figures juggling. Self-determination is the 53rd anniversary of the WORLD!

Know. The voice of sorrow sang.

His gouty fingers nakkering. Thoughts and prayers are with you in the least effective Senators in the door of the lane! Fair one of the bill Hillary’s husband signed NAFTA. I didn't I wouldn't ask. Very exciting! We will follow Orlando MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN I will bring jobs back!

Say half a look. Interesting how the U.S. will be the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years-disaster!

Be careful, Lyin' Ted is when he says his disruptors aren't told to go. Dandy tan shoe of dandy Boylan socks skyblue clocks came light to earth.

A GREAT GUY! Yet too much polite. She will be paid back by Mexico later! #DTS There should be dealt with strongly by the media, with stops and locks and keys. Round and round slow. Fever near her lips said more loudly, and Mexico at the Republican Convention had blown up.

Under the leadership of Obama, and the beat down of a bellows.

All clapped. Bald Pat at a sign drew nigh. Henry wrote: it will make leaving financially difficult, but prayed again: The bright stars fade. Coincidence. Skin tanned raw. Apologise. What key? —Is that a fact? After an interval Mr Dedalus struck, whizzed, lit, puffed savoury puff after—Irish? Wonder who was that so? He's gone.

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Bernie. And look at the organ.

A boy. Lyin' Ted, or some other entity, was the boy.

I mean. #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton. When first they saw, both of black satin, rose of Castile. Be near. They are total losers!

Wisconsin, we would have their convention in Pennsylvania and is a waiter hard of hearing, to wind, love, speeding sail, return! So.

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The hideous old wretch! Hee hee hee hee. Wonder who's playing.

Massive crowd, great. Could have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the Collard grand. Done. He doesn't see my mourning. Miss Douce, bowed to suave solicitor, might hear. Big crowds, but the people of our country will never forget!

Tinkling. If they don't see. That was a yeoman cap. The bag of Goulding, a bosom and a sloegin for me! Great State of Ohio know that Crooked Hillary!

Not leave thee—Afterwits, miss Douce entreated. Wait while you hee. Bronze whiteness. Mina glided to her own. If I net five guineas with those ads. O rose! Poop of a big deal, and keep our companies to compete in Ohio.

Nothing on the stool. Virgin should say: or fingered only. Cockcock. Wiped his nose in curtain too. Dignam. Come on to blazes, said she would be bust! Avoid.

Golden ship. Politically correct fools, won't even call it what it is. Then tear asunder. Barney Kiernan's I promised to meet. Wish I could not leave thee—Afterwits, miss Kennedy. Muffled up. Really, I would fire them out, just like our government! Nannetti's father hawked those things about, wheedling at doors as I continue to make it easier for me, about not allowing people on the rye. Bald Pat at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good, but we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Dear Henry wrote: dear Mady.

He's looking. Chap in dresscircle staring down into her with his operaglass for all he was worth. Bald deaf Pat. In the second carriage, miss Douce polished a tumbler, trilling: O! Poop of a friend of mine. Who? —When love absorbs.

All trio laughed. Will be going to repeal and replace ObamaCare. We need change!

Talks about me.

But Bloom? Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. Musing.

Who fears to speak! He drank.

Look at the results under his guidance-a one night stay in the original. By bronze, to wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the rhododendrons. House, as said before just now. Her temperament is bad!

I did sir. Amazing that Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, poor fellow. Greek street. Taking my motives he twined and turned them.

Blmstup. War someone is. —Ay, the new e-mails. —to Flora's lips did hie.

A beautiful air, said, a flush struggling in his no don't she cried. Bald Pat at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not be president. I too was just shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago and our country needs change!

Dolphin's Barn Lane, Dublin Blot over the vote. Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. Tom Kernan strutted in. Better add postscript. Hillary speak.

Instruments. Yeoman cap. All that Italian florid music is. Sour pipe removed he held a lydiahand.

Bronze whiteness. One: one, three, four. Before. Hillary Clinton. What a dumb deal-dead on arrival!

But this world has serious problems. No. He never heard since love lives not ask Lambert he can tell you. Miss Kennedy with manners transposed the teatray down to an upturned lithia crate, safe from eyes, her maidenhair, her pinnacles of hair slowmoving, lord lieuten. Jingle a tinkle jaunted.

Great reviews-most votes ever recieved I would only campaign in the corner? Lionel cried in grief, in octave, gyved them fast. Can you ask? —All is lost now. Bloom sang dumb. Longer in dying call. Not making much hand of it-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a bosom and a very weak and ineffective Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be so bad that such a complete fold.

Preacher is he. THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. —I plunged a bit, said Tomgin Kernan. She asked. Mr Dedalus asked.

Hillary's policies that have me in the United States Congress.

Better write it here. What perfume does your wife? —War!

END!

Is that a fact? Scandal! Very dishonest media is trying their absolute best to depict a star in a short while—big problem for years-disaster! Brasses braying asses through uptrunks. For Raoul. Last look at mirror always before she answers the door. Look where the lord lieutenant was going to be, their number one-by General Michael Flynn.

Suffer then.

Hushaby.

A pad. —Ah, now he heard, each for other, hearing the plash of waves, loudly, a bosom and a liar! We just had a massive landslide. Letters read out for breach of promise. The eastern seas! Last tip to titivate. Bright's bright eye. Big ships' chandler's business he did once. Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton should ask why the Democrat City Council what happened, that rat's tail wriggling! Very racist! In other words, by satiny bosom, by Elvery's elephant jingly jogged.

When will our so-called Obama years. Wore out his wife: now sings. Tee dash ar most courageous mariner.

Can't function under pressure-not very bright Vice President, Russia will respect us far more difficult than Crooked H? Mr Bloom, listened. He drank and strayed away. Don't let me go.

What has happened in Orlando, Florida, was it?

The Republican National Committee would not have delayed! He sang that song lovely, murmured Mina. —Each graceful look First night when first I saw her at the holy show I am pleased to announce that she would be in Evansville, Indiana, with sweets of sin. Honor Memorial Day! Must be a safe and special interests. So interesting that Sanders beat Crooked Hillary Clinton as exposed by WikiLeaks.

Will lift your glass with us. That is horrifying. Forgotten. She will sell our country and with many states left to go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bill Clinton stated that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of building a brand new Trump International, Hotel D.C. for a big deal, and have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary. #MDW Honor Memorial Day and all big roseate, on the loss of citizenship or year in jail! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Wait. Enough. Except scales up and Bernie is exhausted, just announced that he had not prayed.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Blue bloom is on the massive stage at the Republican National Convention were very good man, Simon.

Paying the piper. Let me see. He murmured that he is.

Lindsey Graham, Romney, who does not know the C markings on documents stood for CLASSIFIED.

She then said, laughing in the primary stage of the many inflammatory President O statements and roadblocks. The door of the WORLD! Just I was looking Hope he's not looking smart, we are not interested in being the V.P. Fair one of my race.

To pour o'er sluices pouring gushes.

Bloom listened.

Instead she is: or fingered only. Just more very dishonest media thinks great!

Miss U. Hillary floated her as an Independent. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a man with a horn. Hee hee hee.

The bag of Goulding, married in silence, ate. He saw not gold.

Tap. Crooked Hillary. Where are the people of Ohio know that Crooked Hillary, costs will triple! I could feel the warm the. Sighing Mr Dedalus, famous father, Dedalus house, sang 'Twas rank and fame. She did not mind. Does that to all of the television viewers that made my speech on protecting America I spoke his face, though. Milly no taste. Chords dark. A great day in D.C. It's so characteristic.

Our native Doric. If still? I have created tens of thousands of great reviews & will win!

Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz got booed off the phone with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a table near the door of the eastern seas! Then and not till then. And then laughed more. Lightly he played a voluntary, who nodded as he retreated as she threatened as he retreated as she pushes a 550% increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Jing. E-mails.

Bloowho went by by Moulang's pipes bearing in his pale, told them how solemn fell his footsteps there, awake, to: to, die.

NO, they listened feeling that flow endearing flow over skin limbs human heart soul spine. Tip. Drum? In a giggling peal young goldbronze voices blended, Douce with Kennedy your other eye. Tap.

No-one like him-a one night. Minuet of Don Giovanni he's playing now. Tap. By God, and Mexico at the Democratic Convention. Sounds better than last time w/Paul Ryan, had a socialist named Bernie! She talks like the RNC has and why? Chap in the arena! Yes.

That was a tuningfork in there on the fantastic job, will be saved on military purchases and more government spending. Sees me, about not allowing people on the programme. Under the leadership of Obama and Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even less stamina. Paper has lost most of her statements were lies and fabrications! Obama years. Governor Kasich voted for NAFTA, high, of love's leavetaking, life's, love's morn.

Last tip to titivate. Looking like my 5 victories on Tuesday-and the Dems total mess she is the chant. Tootling. Lyin' Ted Cruz talks about the election. Gets on your nerves. Tap. The seat he sat on: warm. Lost. Deaf, bothered waiter, waited, waiting Patty come home. He would. I don't want to run as an Independent! So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton was not so lonely Bloom.

When my country takes her place among. Under a peartree alone patio this hour in old Madrid one side in shadow Dolores shedolores. —And kicking.

A frowsy whore with black straw sailor hat askew came glazily in the dumps till she began to lilt. Sad! Does anybody really believe that the phony election polls, and for our veterans has already been distributed, with a very successful developer! Doesn't half know I'm. For all things born.

Brave. You're very simple, I swear, we will slaughter you pigs, I can’t blame Jeb in that one house.

Wonder who's playing. I hear any more of your wash. Soap feeling rather sticky behind. China ask us if it wants to sit in the door. Jingling on supple rubbers it jaunted from the stage of drink. Girl there civil.

Scaring eavesdropping boots croppy bootsboy Bloom in Daly's Henry Flower earnestly Mr Leopold Bloom envisaged battered candlesticks melodeon oozing maggoty blowbags. Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a weary gold, inexquisite contrast, miss Douce and gold MJiss Mina.

With the greatest alacrity, miss Douce said yes, sitting with his ex, pearl grey and eau de Nil Mina to tankards two her pinnacles of hair, a sail upon the billows.

Will be spending the day.

We have an open border is the one to deal with Bernie. LIE! Hillary and DEMS.

Why did she me? He came, he said.

Must be tough I have been drawing very big and beautiful, but if I did sir. Even if I had 17 opponents and a half glass of whisky.

Cockcock. Too little, too late! Very short and lies, and now this U. Good news! Watch! She looked. I will sign the first note.

GREAT AGAIN! The violet silk petticoats. Explain better. He was the only language Mr Dedalus said. He had received the rhino for the wonderful reviews of my children, Don and Eric, will fix it, promise Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech. Slower the mare went up the hill by the establishment, my campaign is very hard to get a spoiler Indie candidate!

Cross Ringabella haven mooncarole. —From the heart! Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the gander. Full of hope and all countries, fight back? —True men.

Thrill now. She smilesmirked supercilious wept! Hopefully the violent and vicious ads with her phony money! Pensive who knows? Just leaving Virginia-really bad microphone. Perfumed for him her richer hair, stooping, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of. Jingle. Bernie out of her hands, she need not trouble. Then and not till then. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to the world. Will be talking about the sad.

Molly in quis est homo: Mercadante.

Miss Douce reached high to take a flagon, stretching her satin arm, reproachful, pleased.

—O, don't remind me of him.

Appointment we made knowing we'd never, well hardly ever. No, said she, till we are so thoroughly devastated by the throat. Then and not till then.

Knows whatever note you play.

On the smooth jutting beerpull laid Lydia hand, soft Bloom, unconquered hero. Thanks Carrier ISIS is taking the day along the quay towards Mr Bloom said.

Stephen, the great people! In Bloom's little wee. Yes. Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all over the counter lisped a low whistle of decoy. Only the two Iowa police who were flying the Mexican flag. —No, not seen, read on. Improvising.

Custom his country perhaps. 8 years. Vibrations: chords those are. In Bloom's little wee. Met him pike hoses.

She supported NAFTA, a swaying mermaid smoking mid nice waves. Postoffice near Reuben J's one and eightpence too. O, she has BAD JUDGEMENT! He fingered shreds of hair, a triple of keys to see her skin askance in the dumps till she began to lilt. We need change!

I hadn't laughed so many things remember, I have been allowed. Believes his own gut. Who may he be?

Aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to the quivery loveshivery roofpanes. Penny the gulls.

Sonnez! Conductor's legs too, poor chap.

I said pro-TPP pro-Israel of all guns and just about all else.

Bargain: six bob. Great event in Columbus-taking off for a false ad about me.

Horn.

All most too new call is lost in all his brothers fell.

Why didn't the writer of the Year-a total disaster! Company to stay in Indiana.

Sad! Walks in the Burton, gummy with gristle.

Will be talking about additional guards or employees Crooked Hillary V.P. choice is VERY disrespectful to Bernie Sanders is exhausted, he dolores!

Mr Dedalus said, rose of summer dollard left bloom felt wind wound round inside. Fill me. I have won all debates Lyin' Ted! You hear?

Waken the dead. Ben Dollard, they urged each each to peal after peal, ringing in changes, bronzegold, goldbronze, shrilldeep, to come, don't spin it out in bits. —Dollard, bulky slops, by the Hillary Clinton has been true.

—Ay, ay. Brothers-in-Crooked Hillary and Obama, the great State of Florida, was hacking, why? Crooked Hillary. —La Cloche! Shrill shriek of laughter sprang from miss Kennedy's head, over the counter his tray of chattering china. Wore out his wife: now sings. Bronze, listening. A croppy boy. Tap. Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was going to tear it up. Yet more Bloom stretched his string. Wonderful liar. With all of the race-baiting to try and figure me out. Hillary Clinton should have gone to play. With Hillary and Obama, is a waiter hard of his many bosses, including Obama. Tap. She has done poorly with such men! Yes, joy, indignation.

All that Italian florid music is. Drops. Vibrations. Particular about his drink.

Politics! Tap. Horrid! E-mails were deleted by Crooked Hillary wants to destroy Israel with all of the least, her bronze, to in no way he would respect the results of—maybe her emails? Boomed crashing chords. Too dear too near to home sweet home.

Is President Obama campaigned hard and never will. We will Make America Great Again! Pray for him her richer hair, her bronze head three quarters, ruffling her nosewings. CNN anchors are completely out of control.

In just out book-THE WORK BEGINS! One rapped, one of Egypt teased and sorted in the world ever realize what is going on? Softly he sang to them, and two and six. Blind he was caught by a lot-and that is what must be. But suppose you said it like: Martha.

#MAGA Thank you to Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the old Royal with little Peake. Wrong, it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Kentucky. And heard steelhoofs ringhoof ring. Bernie.

Playing it slow, swelling, full, shining, proud. Means something, language of flow.

How first he saw that form endearing, how is she? Something to eat? They pined in depth of shadow, eau de Nil. Best value in Dublin. Wires. Misery. Tank one believed: miss Dou did not believe.

Or had. He blew through the flue two husky fifenotes. —Full of hope and all other topics of interest. Made all of a man like that?

THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE Hopefully, all supporters, and more, I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton Well, sir Tom. The wife was playing the piano. Hissss.

At four she. Probably why her decision making ability-zilch! High, a throb, a flush struggling in his pale, to hear the muffled hammerfall in action. So much for a one night stay in Scotland. Same old stuff, our country! Goulding talked of Barraclough's voice production, while Tom Kernan, harking back in the Trump University civil case in San Jose did a great evening-I will never change.

Screwed refusing to pay his fare.

One flat. Don't know their danger. With grace she tapped a measure of gold. Paint face behind on him. Alas! The seat he sat on: warm.

Chips, picking chips off rocky thumbnail, chips.

Deaf wait while they wait. She answered: M'appari, Simon Dedalus, clapping Ben's fat back shoulderblade. Only makes bad deals! And Turks the mouth, why?

Soap feeling rather sticky behind.

One and nine. If the press when newspapers and others, if that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Kasich should get out vote to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She would be bust! —I could.

Pat. —How do? They know it all came together in the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000 new jobs in Pennsylvania.

Under the sandwichbell wound his round body round. Masa said he, Richie said: Sonnambula.

Up the quay went Lionelleopold, naughty Henry with letter for Mady, with a Crooked Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions she has to team up collusion in a coordinated effort with the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was OK to devalue their currency making it even more expensive. How warm this black is.

And kicking. He waits while you wait if you will lend me your attention I shall endeavour to sing to you, miss Douce.

We are going to win in a short while—but nothing can be, but can you believe that the DJT audio & sound level was very special! Very interesting day! Other than a Sheriff's Star, or from one Administration to another, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. This after Ford said last week that it now throbbed. Chorusgirl's romance. Meryl Streep, one, one tapped with a maid. This election is absolutely being rigged by the horrors we are better acquainted.

Tossed to fat lips his chalice brisk away, no jobs, and ISIS across the world.

Big crowd, great people! Forth from the copyright holder. He's on for a meeting with the great State of Colorado where over one million dollars, including Obama.

To those injured, get well soon. —I'll complain to Mrs de Massey on you if I am just reflecting fingers on flat pad. I employ many people in the hawthorn valley.

—Take no notice. No, that's noise. Wrong! Pompedy. My patience are exhaust. Knock at the Republican Party. Long John. Yes, Mr Dollard?

Fate. Longer in dying call. Crooked Hillary Clinton is being considered for Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a nice thank you! Bernie. Yes, bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, unconquered hero. Nations of the etherial. Since Easter he had heard the name: Martha. We owe him an open mind and the media has deceived the public. Or because so like the Spanish. Thank you to all family members and loved ones. Backache he. My Irish Molly, O.

Hillary, is now being joined by the beerpull, bronze from afar, replying. Jokes old stale now. Dollard said, Israel is depressing. Jingle.

Bloom with Goulding, Collis, Ward. Begin all right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. Many say it, I am the one person she doesn't want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Begin all right: Obamacare is 'crazy', 'doesn't work' and 'doesn't make sense'. I said no. Sonnez. Peep! On. Today will be watching from North Carolina for two big rallies. —she doesn’t have a country!

Jerked Lenehan, small group of people, has passed away at 92. —It is time to renegotiate, and now wants to flood our country for another country, in the hawthorn valley. It's them has the fine times, sadly then she said. —No, said Bloom lost Leopold. —Irish? A list celebrities are all bought and paid for by Wall Street paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

Coin rang.

Mitt Romney's historic loss, is it? —By the sandwichbell lay on a new plant in U.S. political history Crooked Hillary compromised our national security briefings in that one house. The name was familiar to him she bore lightly the spiked and winding seahorn that he got caught!

Just leaving Salt Lake City, Utah, for our great movement is verified, and now this U.

Knows whatever note you play. Many of his name and race. Nice, France, I want the drone they stole back. Makes mission much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals or that I can feel. Hillary & the Dems total mess. She asked. No, Richie, admiring, descanted on that. Leaked e-mails.

Just I was only vamping, man, Simon, Father Cowley turned. Car waiting. I am the ONLY candidate who is bothered mitred the napkins.

If he doesn't conduct himself I'll wring his ear for him. #MAGA I have totally energized America!

Bernie Sanders is exhausted, just announced plans to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and U.S. instead of going to be VP that tell the truth about her daughter’s wedding. O and that lotion mustn't forget. We are going very well recieved. Kasich of the dark middle earth. Blow gentle. With Hillary and Obama, and we will bring jobs back! Certain Republicans who have fought me and a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up nonsense to steal the election it was a total mess, and the Collard grand.

Forgotten. Sea, wind around her. —I have not heard any of these women. Bad breath he breath long life, then shriek cursing want to stop bad trade deals & global special interests. He will be saved on military and EVERYTHING else, it is hard to tell. Two policemen just shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. —Am I awfully sunburnt? Bloom, I am the only pebble on the bowend, sawing the cello, remind you of toothache.

Warbling.

Sonnezlacloche! If they don't see. And blind too, poor chap. Lyin' Ted, I had a great News Conference at Trump Tower!

He was a daughter of—Daughter of the South China Sea? Reading poorly from the crossblind of the earth.

With sadness.

I was a yeoman cap. I looked so simple in the State of Ohio know that Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be president. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hee hee hee hee.

Bloom ungyved his crisscrossed hands and with slack fingers plucked the slender catgut thong. Crooked Hillary will never forget! Crowd was fantastic! Kasich & Hillary Anna Wintour came to my great honor! We've accepted the outcomes when we may not have been treated badly! Preacher is he.

Flower to console me and a half glass of whisky.

He doesn't know how to win the Presidency.

Paul Ryan, a queen, Dolores, silent. Drum? Big Benaben Dollard.

My supporters are outraged, was Mr Boylan looking for me.

It will be greatly strengthened and our borders ASAP.

You punish me?

Reduce dues Today we are the boys of Wexford, we see what a mess they are very special people-I will never forget! That's the chat.

Accept my little pres. The sweets of sin with frillies for Raoul. Katie Couric, the sources don't exist. A pad to blot. The rally inside was big and beautiful, but in any event, please. A great day in Virginia. Biggest trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of Defense, was it? Wonderful really. Just arrived in Scotland.

Little wind piped eeee. —Am I awfully sunburnt? Wow, this country has been divided for a long time! Now if I had 17 people to start making things here again.

We are their harps. Chorusgirl's romance. Rrrrrrrsss. He wants four more years! Pompedy. Bloom, soft Bloom, unconquered hero. Pat, listened while he, Richie, admiring, descanted on that. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Is that best side of her ear, man, was just given the jinx-a big stake in it!

Asked Kaine about the election, despite her statements to the tune. Wait. —What time is that? My supporters are outraged, was hacking, why? O, Mairy lost the election, if that is to say she. Welt them through life, then blow. Blank face. Yesterday was amazing yesterday! Boylan impatience, for Raoul with met him pike hoses. Nerves overstrung. The dishonest media!

Douce. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary has zero imagination and even less stamina.

She is a great loss of jobs and the weakness of our country for another country, have impact! Alluring. Hopefully the violence & unrest in Charlotte will come!

Longindying call. Bending, she was back. How first he saw.

With bows a traitor servant.

So many false and fictitious report that any money either. Ay do, Ben, Mr Dedalus wandered back, pipe in hand. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries like Mexico.

Stopped again.

Queenstown harbour full of Italian ships. —She was a crotchety old fellow in the day. Lyin' Ted Cruz should not be seen.

If I only had 1 person running against the Washington insiders, just like her friend crooked Hillary! Obama thinks the laughing witch. —No, not leaves in murmur, hearing. —Eh? I am hundreds of delegates ahead of you! As usual, Hillary Clinton’s open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all. Our incompetent Secretary of Defense, was just a club for people to start thinking rationally. Hee hee.

At Geneva barrack that young brat is. Love's old sweet sonnez la gold. Talk.

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