#you couldn't pay me to get rhinoplasty i love my big nose

[enigmaticpink]

Big noses are so beautiful. Large noses, hooked noses, noses with high bridges or arches. Absolutely gorgeous

[milazka]

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐢 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝).

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟑𝐤

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 : —

𝐚/𝐧 : 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐣𝐣 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞! 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭!

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮...

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Sitting on the roof of the van, you were watching JJ and John B entering the coast guard’s office. With all the people shouting at one another, you knew that they would not have a big success, but you said nothing; they were both stubborn and they wouldn’t listen to you anyway. While you were out on the marsh about an hour ago, Pope found a boat wreck after you all hit a sand bar with the HMS pogue. It’s was a Grady White, the one that you saw when you went surfing the surge with John B. After discussing it together, you all decided that the best idea was to report the wreck to the coast guard.

Pope and Kie were sitting in the back of the van, probably talking about some boring scientific things as usual.

“Hey dirty pogues.” An annoying voice said to you from the ground.

“Oh please, not her again.” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

As soon as you took off your sunglasses and looked down, you met the devil’s eyes. Jessica Taylor Henson. A kook, of course, but also your number one enemy since the day you met her at a kegger party that you and your friends had organized.

“What can I do for you, witch?” You said to her with a disgust face on.

“Could you give this back to your brother?” She asked with an innocent voice, handing you a black shirt with a devil smile on her face.

It was your brother’s shirt, the one that you bought him for his birthday. Your eyes slowly turned black and you clenched your fists.

“Oh he did not...” You whispered, looking deep into her eyes.

“Oh yes he did, honey. And it was a good fuck.” She responded, defying your gaze.

As soon as you heard her last words, you jumped of the roof, landing just in front of her. Your fist hit her right in the nose, causing her to lose her balance.

“You bitch!” She yelled, blood starting to come out of her nose.

“Oh sorry, did I ruin your rhinoplasty?” You responded sarcastically.

Her fist hit you directly on the top of your eye, just missing it from a few inches. You felt a couple drops of blood slide along your face. A smile of vengeance crept over your lips. You pushed her hard as she threw another punch at you, this time on the chin, making your lower lip split.

 “You know, I loved screaming his name while he was fucking me against your kitchen table.” She provoked you.

 “I’m gonna kill you bitch!” You angrily yelled at her.

 “Y/N! Stop it!” You heard Pope’s voice behind you, feeling his hand your shoulder.

 “Don't get involved in this! It's between her and me.” You shouted at him, making him take a step back.

  You punched her in the stomach before throwing you fist at her face again. She pushed you with all her strength, making your back hit hard with the front of the van. You were about to jump on her and beat her plastic face up when to large hands laid on your shoulders.

 “Y/n Y/l/n, you are under arrest.” Said the voice behind you.

 Deputy Shoupe.

 “Fuck.” You whispered inaudibly.

 He made you bent on the front of his car, passing the handcuffs on your wrists. Your head smashed on the hot metal, you saw JJ and John B coming out of the office, an expression of confusion took place on their faces as soon as they saw you.

 “I’ll see you later, boys.” You said to them before entering the bac of the police car with the help of the Deputy.

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 “Y/n, what did I told you the last time that you ended up here?” Sheriff Peterkin said, a disappointing look on her face.

 “It wasn’t my fault! She provoked me first!” You defended yourself.

 “You punched her first, everyone saw it.” She calmly responded.

 You didn’t try to defend yourself, knowing very well that it wouldn’t work. As JJ always say, kooks will always win.

 “I'm going to have to put you in a cell until your brother arrives and pays your deposit.” She said, helping you stand up from the interrogation chair.

 You sigh; your brother was going kill you. Sheriff Peterkin accompanied you to a small cell containing a small bed and a sink. She removed your handcuffs and closed the door, locking it with her key.

 “I’ll see you in a bit, kid.” She said, leaving you in total silence.

 You rubbed your wrists; red marks were visible where your handcuffs were not so long ago. You sat on the uncomfortable bed, goose bumps on your skin due to the humidity. You were only wearing black jeans short and a long sleeves shirt that probably belonged to JJ. The idea of him made you warm; you kind of liked him more than a friend and you two were always flirting, but nothing more had ever happened between you.

 After what seemed like hours, you finally heard the sound of a door opening. Fearful, you backed into your cell and took a deep breath. As you would expect to see the angry face of your older brother, your legal guardian since the death of your mother, you were surprised to see a blond head appear on the other side of the grid.

 “JJ?” You whined while a smile appeared on your injured lips

 “Hey babe, how are you holding up?” He asked, a little smirk on his lips.

 “I’m fine, it hurts, but it’s not my first time getting in a fight you know.” You answered, clenching your face as you tried not to let your pain show through. “How did you get in?” You added, surprised that he was not accompanied by a guardian.

 “Sheriff Peterkin let me in, she said that I could see you for five minutes.” He said, passing his hand through the bars to grab yours.

 You smiled at him; your eyes full of water.

 “Hey, don’t cry babe, I’m here.” He whispered, squeezing your hand tightly.

 You couldn't hold back any longer. Through the bars, you grabbed his face with both hands and approached him to the gate. You crushed your sore lips against his. At first, he seemed surprised and tense, but quickly, his lips synchronized with yours. He kissed you with passion. His tongue slid against your lower lip, requesting access to your mouth. His hands, which he had passed through the bars, firmly grip your lower back. One slipped on your butt, making you moan against his lips. You felt the smile on them when you tried to take him closer, but the bars wouldn’t let you do it. Out of breath, you’ve separated from each other.

 “That was...” You started, but you were cut off by JJ’s voice.

 “Hot”. He finished, still holding your hand. “You should get arrested more often, it kind of make you horny.” He added, making fun of you.

 “Fuck you.” You answered, slapping his face gently with your other hand.

 “Wow, you’re not even out of prison and yet you’re starting a fight.” He smirked at you.

 “Maybe I just like it rough, you know.” You whispered to his ears, teasing him.

“I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me once you’re out, baby girl.” He said, teasing you back. “I’ll see you later.”

He blew you kiss with his hand and slowly licked his bottom lips while winking at you.

“You’re a tease, Maybank.” You grunted, your two hands clinging to the gate as he walked away from you with his stupid damn smirk that you couldn’t resist.

part two

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