#alicia and his wife under everyones nose

[vivacia-18]

I don't often remember to upload my art here, but! This lil guy is spoopy season appropriate, and it's not often I actually finish something topical in time, so I wanted to share.

Enjoy the bonus pics at the end of Abby not being able to hold herself back anymore from giving kisses and getting scritches X'D

Paid pattern on Ravelry, if anyone wants to make their own: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/mimikyu-drawstring-backpack

#viv18art #crochet #pokemon #mimikyu #accessories #drawstring backpack #paid pattern #as in I designed it and its up for sale on ravelry lol #this is not meant as a sales pitch #I'm just super pleased to finally be done #after I kept having to put it on pause for other life stuff #and it just turned out really nice #also hecking love the pics with abby #and I have no one else irl I can show them off to #so you guys get it #like maes hughes waving pics of #alicia and his wife under everyones nose #that's me with the abby pics lol

[shinydixon]

hi hello maybe i'm pouring more gasoline in the fire but i hope you post this because this is irking me a bit: everyone saying joe and alicia couldn't be together because there were no pics after that video and he's photographed everywhere: adam driver and his wife hid their baby for TWO WHOLE YEARS without anyone suspecting anything. they hid an entire baby. they were only caught because his wife's sister accidentally set her ig publicly and some fans caught sight of the baby's head in one of the pictures. had that not happened, maybe we still wouldn't know he has a kid. this always rubs me the wrong way because it just shows how 'close' some fans believe they are with their faves and how they create narratives from pictures and rumors and sometimes the truth is hiding under their noses but they jump into wild theories. jomie have never been pictured hanging out outside of cons or other events. we never got a candid photo of them, did we? am i saying they're not close? no. there's obviously a lot of love there and care and real friendship´. but not even when they were in tokyo together, jamie was off with jess and joe was off with his other friend. i guess the closest we got was in paris when they arrived together at the con but even then, they were literally outside of the building to work. they weren't pictured having dinner or something. one of the reasons i always held my breath on this topic was because i didn't want to feed vanquinn bullshit but the fact there are no pics of joe and grace together doesn't mean they didn't hang out together. they're friends and nothing else but using the lack of leaked pictures or something as evidence is just very weak based. stop looking at pictures, reading rumors and deciding that you know the entire story on the situation when you don't. we're fans. that's it. we know shit about his personal life, who he's banging or what he likes. since last year people have been painting this poor man a certain shade of blue, claiming he loves it and we don't even know if he freaking likes blue. ...that was a shitty analogy, sorry, but seriously. i feel like some people won't stop until something drastic happens and even then i still think people will create this notion in their heads that they 'know' joe and joe would never do this or that or say this or that. nothing, absolutely nothing you see in social media is a 100% of something. nothing. joe can post a video of himself laughing with his friends right now and we still won't know how he was really feeling in that moment. social media is a lie, joe's living proof of it.

Maybe there are no pictures of jomie around because they didn't hang out after cons🧐

Joe is literally spotted everywhere, if he dates someone, then he doesn't bring them outside 💀

[sxveme-2]

blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

MASTERLIST

Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Edited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Twelve: The One With the Coffee

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3073

Lily Briar Osborne. The girl that would lay her life down on the line for anyone who even showed her the slightest of affection. Or even just said hi to her on the subway or something. She would never hurt a fly. Never raise her voice or become angry. Even when parents grew upset with a diagnosis Lily had given to their child. But when it came to her son, her boy, the earth she, the sun, revolved around. That's when she would cut someone. She would go to war for Hunter, and everybody who knew Lily understood this. And they all knew never to cross her when it surrounded her only child.

She would even dare to take on the challenge of a six-foot-four, 220 pounds, man, made out of strictly muscle. Lily Osborne. The five-foot-five, 128 pounds, meek, and frail doctor would throw down in an apartment building parking lot almost an entire foot taller than her if it meant protecting her son from his reckless tendencies for the rest of his (hopefully) long-lived life. The surge of strength that ran through her veins rivalled the primal levels that a woman can feel while experiencing childbirth. For it has been scientifically proven that the mama bear instinct is indeed a real thing women experience, their child or not. It is wired in a woman's DNA to place their own life at risk or face an unspeakable force if it meant protecting a child. Especially when that said person is a mother, it heightens that instinct.

So the sheer thought of Scott putting their child, and Mary's, in danger, was enough to make Lily a new woman. One with no reservations or any sort of anxiety holding her back. She wished to inflict the pain he made her feel on to him. Make him experience the heartache that he had caused her for over ten years. Together or not. The heartbreak he inflicted on her. The feeling of abandonment that Hunter experienced at such a young age. And it all came to a head because he had decided to make the brilliant choice of leaving his children home with a deadbeat babysitter. And all she wanted was to strangle the life out of him.

But that would create more problems than it would solve, wouldn't it?

"What do you mean I'm done being a father? He is my son Lily," Scott grumbled, his voice dropping a few octaves in an attempt to create a more domineering presence.

"He is more Gen's child than he will ever be yours. The divorce gave you a second chance to be better. And you blew it. Again," the blonde snapped, stepping back and draping her arm across her son's frail shoulders, "Tell Mary to call me if she needs any divorce tips."

With the final dig served, Lily lead her son and the others back towards her car, where everybody piled in. But before the doors shut. One voice, one powerful and overprotective voice spoke out, "See you in court, jackass." Rose's voice called from the driver’s seat before Gen slammed the door and everybody was locked inside of the car.

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After dropping Gen and Rose off at Gen's apartment building, Bucky took over the wheel after Lily inputted the GPS. Seeing as he was the only sober one since Rose left...being a supersoldier and all. Lily sat in the backseat of her car, gripping her son close to her chest as the car revved along the empty streets of now suburban New York. Gentle music played in the background as Lily listened to the soft breathing emitting from Hunter's lips. The boy had dozed off not too long ago, and let’s face it, the boy deserved to have some shut-eye. He had just gone through something that would stick with him through all of his years. But one thing kept sticking inside of Lily's mind as if stuck on repeat.

Why was the guy calling out Scott's name while banging on the door?

"Want me to carry him in?" Bucky's soothing voice cooed, snapping Lily out of her thoughts. Without realizing it, they had arrived back at the quaint-style house that she and Hunter called home. Her hand halted from stroking the blonde hair atop of her son’s head and gave the man upfront a gentle smile.

"Oh, that's okay. I've carried him from the car a few times," Lily smiled while popping open the car door and scooping her son into her arms. She let out a quiet grunt as she stepped from the car, forgetting that he was still a growing boy. Seeing as he was turning 12 soon...Lily almost became tearful at the thought of him growing up. Clearing her throat, she nodded to the keys in Buckys hand, "Unlock the door for me would you?"

Complying, the three passed the threshold, coming face to face with a sleeping Joey at the front door. Lily smiled gently and stepped over the large dog that continued snoring on as she walked Hunter up to his room, tucking him in under the blue Captain America comforter she had gotten him for Christmas last year. Flicking on the Thor nightlight that sat on Hunter's bedside table, Lily placed a kiss on his forehead before shutting the white door behind her. She slid into her own bedroom to step out of her dress and pulled on pyjamas, scrubbing the makeup off of her face and letting her hair down. When she exited her room, her eyes spotted the kitchen light on, the blonde walked down the wooden stairs, feet tapping gently. Her green eyes laid on Bucky, looking at the framed pictures of the little mismatched group that Lily called her family.

Pictures of Lily, her brother, and her sister as kids. Lily a ripe 14 years old, Rose standing at a solid seven, and Cedar still being a young three-year-old. His eyes flickering across to one of Lily and Hunter in front of Stark tower When the young boy was only eight. Or Lily, Rose, and Gen sharing glasses of champagne at her bachelorette party all of those years ago. One of Lily's personal favourites though was her graduation photo. A bright smile plastered on her face as she held her diploma in her hands. But the one that Bucky couldn't seem to take his eyes off of is one of Lily's least favourites.

The first time that Lily held Hunter in her arms. Her hair stuck to her forehead from the sweat of childbirth. It had been 27-hour labour, and Lily's face stayed puffy and red as she held the freshly swaddled and cleaned baby in her gentle arms. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the baby halted his screaming the moment his mother’s heartbeat began to radiate in his ears. The god-awful hospital light beat down on Lily's face, creating a fluorescent glow around her already beaming facial expression. Everything inside of her wanted to toss the photo off of the picture table and keep it for her eyes only. But her mother loved the photo and managed to convince her ever-so-insecure daughter to leave it. Alicia Osborne had said it showed genuine happiness from her daughter and created a new light. It was raw and real. And that's what everyone loved about it.

Especially Mr. Barnes.

"Twenty-seven hours later..." Lily sighed gently as she leaned on the banister, "I wanted to get a c-section but looking back at it I'm glad I didn't...but the pain is still a haunting memory." The blonde commented, eyes scanning over the pictures herself.

In each picture that was taken without Lily's knowledge, her smile was bright. A warm glow lit up any room that she managed to find herself in. It was an infectious thing, the doctor’s smile. It radiated kindness and sincerity. A certain type of authenticity that seemed to be a gift that was few and far between. Everybody had become too hostile and aggressive with one another, but that one diamond always seemed to be found in a group of coal. And that's how the majority of people in her life viewed Lily. She was the one tomato that would grow on the plant when you first started gardening. The rose that stuck out brighter than the rest. And even though she tried so hard to blend in and run with the crowd, Lily's energy, or aura as Gen would say, was too charming for anybody to ignore. Much to the eldest Osborne's dismay.

"You look beautiful," Bucky began, hand resting on the side of the silver frame and lifting up the photograph, getting a closer look at all of the small details. The way the tears made her eyes light up like green Christmas lights. or how they seemed to be made of stained glass. How he could see all of the similarities between Hunter and Lily, even when he was just born. The curve of their noses, the twinkle of love in their eyes. A bit of Bucky's heart broke at the domesticity of it all. Sure he was a playboy back in the ‘40s, but he had dreamed of a family one day. A small home and a dog. A beautiful wife beside him and a son and a daughter, similar to the life that Lily leads now. but he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to find that, "Just...naturally."

Placing the sentimental picture back down, Bucky raised his ice-blue eyes to look at the woman that stood on the stairs. Her golden hair tousled, laying perfectly messy across her shoulders. The pale skin of her cheekbones that were naturally coloured a bit red. How Lily's face was so naturally beautiful, even with the faint acne scars on her cheek, the blemishes across her forehead and chin (no doubt from her work). The deepness of her under-eye that was permanently stained a purple hue from countless late shifts and sleepless nights. The way her eyes fluttered open and closed as she attempted to keep herself awake and coherent after the hectic night that she had just suffered through.

"Thank you. I didn't feel very beautiful at that moment though. Just a lot of emotions going through my mind." she chuckled sleepily, barefoot landing on the cool hardwood of the main floor of her two-story home. Lily stepped forward, past the supersoldier as she herself lifted the picture from his hand to look at herself and her son. But who was missing from the picture? You guessed it. Scott, "You're probably wondering where the father of my son is in this picture," Lily commented, tears welling up on her waterline, "Supposedly stuck at work. But I learned later that wasn't the case."

Dropping the framed photo back onto her small table collection, Lily kept her eyes down on the floor. She had grown ashamed (?) of her past relationship. How he had so obviously been walking all over her like she was a rug. And instead of standing up for herself and confronting the son of a bitch, she took it. For seven years, Lily took the pain and emotional trauma that Scott had inflicted upon her heart and mind. All because she hadn't had the strength or the courage to stand up for herself. To know her own worth and realize that she was Lily Osborne. One of the top pediatricians in new york. Single mother of an eleven-year-old boy. The woman who graduated top of her class, all while raising a child alone in New York. The girl who came out on the other side of an emotionally abusive and draining relationship alive and intact. She was Lily fucking Osborne. And she had allowed a deadbeat, no good, son of a bitch, to use and manipulate her like a pawn in his game.

And she was ashamed of it.

"And who's this big guy." Bucky's smooth voice cooed, once again, reeling Lily in from the dark corners of her mind. Lily glanced over her shoulder to see Bucky delicately stroking Joey's ears. The dog had a stupid grin on his face, just enjoying the attention from the new person his mom had decided to bring into her home.

"That's joey. The other boy in my life." Lily smiled, eyes creasing as she admired the way Bucky interacted with her dog. Though not much of a guard, clearly, Joey was an excellent judge of character. Lily had learned this when she once brought home a nurse friend and Joey lost his ever-loving mind. It was later revealed that that nurse was stealing money out of Lily's wallet. And really, ever since that moment, Lily trusted Joey's reaction to people she brought home.

And by the looks of it, the German Shepherd had a new favourite friend. Lily's heart swelled at the sight that had taken place in front of her. The soft touches Bucky made with his left hand. The metal one. It seemed as though Bucky was nervous he would scare Joey, or worse, cause harm. But to Lily, it was one of the most endearing things she had seen him do in the entirety of their friendship? If that's even what it was. The two weren't romantically involved, they weren't close friends. They were more so acquaintances. Of course, Lily was attracted to Bucky, he looked like he had been sculpted by the Greek gods. Not to mention, he was a kind soul. He was sweet and caring. And the way he acted for Hunter and the way that he treated Joey was evident of that.

"Uh, do you want some coffee?" Lily asked, scratching her cheeks with her nails, shifting her weight before walking off towards the white and grey-styled kitchen with navy blue accents. Her thin hand dripped the dark kettle and filled it with water before placing it back onto the boiling device. Her deep-set eyes glanced over her shoulder to see Bucky once again admiring the pictures placed aesthetically on a brown stained wood table, "Bucky?"

"Hm? Oh, sure. thank you." his voice echoed. It was a deep vibrato tone that sent a shiver down Lily's spine. It was a voice that Lily would love to hear in the mornings. One that she could only imagine would continue to drop a few octaves. Small grunts as he stretched after waking from a deep slumber. cradling Lily tight in his arms as Joey snored soundly at the end of their bed with the light shining through the sheer white curtains.

The feeling of his calloused flesh hand and the contrast of his cold metal hand sliding along her pale and supple side in the morning. Slightly chapped and swollen lips kissing her forehead as her soft breathing radiated against his chest. Whatever it was about Bucky, it had an everlasting effect on Lily. It kept her heart beating rapidly and her face growing a deep shade of red that matched the natural rosacea of her cheeks. She longed for the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her thin waist as he pressed gentle and generous kisses to her cheek and down her neck, creating goosebumps on her skin.

Lily pulled out her coffee grounds from the cupboard and perked up when she heard the soft footsteps of Bucky's shoes tapping against her floors. After the kettle screamed at her, Lily poured two cups and took out the cream and sugar from her fridge and baking cupboard. Turning around, she came face to face with that same broad chest that she did all those weeks ago. A small gasp escaped her lips as the coffee sloshed inside of the navy blue mugs she held in each hand as she bit her lip.

"I take two sugar," he stated, cool eyes looking down at the girl as she attempted to avoid any contact between them. When she moved left, he thought to do the same. When she went to duck around his right side, he accidentally blocked her path. It was an uncoordinated, unplanned tango that neither one of them knew how to end. Well, that's what Lily thought at least.

His large hands reached forward and grabbed the mugs from Lily's. The supersoldier placed them on the counter island behind him before returning his attention to the much smaller blonde girl in front of him. Without thinking, he placed both hands with no hesitation on either side of her face. Her breathing came to a halt as he leaned forward and planted a deep and passionate kiss on her flower soft lips. His human hand threading into the hair that hung on the left side of her face, the golden tresses tangling into his fingers. Her own eyes fluttered closed as she returned the pressure that he had initiated onto her lips. Lily's arms slid around the man’s neck as she took a hesitant step forward, closing the small gap that kept them apart.

And after what Lily believed to be hours, the two broke away, lungs gasping for air. Lily's face exploded into a fit of red as she stared into the same eyes that always seemed to make her feel like she had a place in the world. Even if she had only seen or even been around him a handful of times, Bucky Barnes made Lily feel like she was the most special girl in the world, just by maintaining (or attempting) eye contact with her through those steel-blue eyes of his. The same eyes that used to be hidden by a mask and glasses because it was too dangerous for anyone to see his face. The same eyes that had seen the horrors of the world. The ones that watched men and women die at his hands.

"Your room is on the left when you go upstairs."

And with that, Lily darted out of his grip and up the wooden stairs with her heart pounding in her chest so loud she wouldn't be surprised if he could hear it. It played a dangerous rhythm in her ears as she shut her own bedroom door and fell back onto the plush pillows and blankets that laid decoratively on her bed. Lily's calloused hands slapped her forehead before sliding down to cover her entire face. The moment replayed in her head 1000 times over.

He kissed her. And she liked it.

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[chaoswillfallrpg]

WALBURGA BLACK (née ABBOTT) is SIXTY-TWO YEARS OLD and a SOCIALITE amongst THE SACRED TWENTY-EIGHT in LONDON. She looks remarkably like ANDY MACDOWELL and considers herself aligned with THE DEATH EATERS. She is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

The matriarch of the Black family and it’s strongest addition for centuries, Walburga Black may have been born an Abbott but she was most certainly designed for a position on the Black family tree. The only daughter of WILIAM ABBOTT and his wife KATRIANE PREWETT, Walburga was born of two noble households with the weight of both resting firmly on her shoulders. The second son of the Abbott family, William was given the summer manor near the town of Bournemouth to raise Walburga’s childhood, her childhood was one spent by the sea, her home perched on top of a cliff and shrouded by magic to prevent Muggles from disturbing them. Walburga’s earlier years were fairly solitary and spent walking the dark wood halls of conversing with the paintings that hung on the walls, whispering to them as she went. They told her tales of her family, of duels that had been hard fought and advantageous marriages that strengthened their family lines. The Abbott family had remained strong as they had for generations by keeping their heads high and soldiering on above the rest and Walburga Abbott was no different. Although she had cousins on either side of her family who were able to carry on her family name, Walburga had learned at an early age to never trust a man alone with any important task. 

Furthering their line and upholding the Abbott name was clarified as of high importance from the day Walburga was born and from the moment she could sit up in a chair, Katriane and William began preparing her for coming out into society. By the time Walburga began attending Hogwarts she knew exactly who to befriend, was trained in the art of manipulation and had cited the exact circles she would insert herself into to achieve her ends. Sitting under the sorting hat it had barely grazed her head before she was announced Slytherin, a departure from her ancestors who had mainly been sorted in Hufflepuff. Walking to the Slytherin table, Walburga calmly placed herself next to ORION BLACK and began to ignore him, her nose in the air and her gaze trained ahead, beginning their game of cat and mouse. When Walburga had dreamed of her life beyond Overlook House, walking the halls, one dainty hand touching each painting- she saw herself hanging amongst them. The Abbott name had power, as did the Prewett one, but other families within The Twenty-Eight had more and the Black family had always been long established as one of the most noble and ancient of all within the wizarding world. Walburga had never fancied a seat of power for herself, behind most strong people was a stronger spouse and the position of matriarch for a noble family and finding a man who she could control and pull at the strings of was the life she’d always wanted. 

She wanted to be famous and feared by name alone with an unshakable reputation that could withstand even the worst of scandals. Orion Black was a self-invested boy who had been raised to believe that those he encountered would dance to his tune simply because he was the heir of the Black family. Whilst everyone bent to his will, Walburga refused, driving him mad with jealousy. Entering society post-Hogwarts it was clear Walburga was one of the most desired women in Wizarding Britain, a torturous notion for someone like Orion who famously wanted the one thing they couldn’t have. The day of Walburga’s twenty-first birthday the pair were married, her family grinning with pride as the houses of Abbott and Black were finally united. Although Walburga’s aspiration in life was to be a mother, she waited some years before finally having her children. Married life before children was different for Walburga, adjusting to life within the Black family and assessing her husband over a number of years in order to ensure she moulded him to perfection. By the time SIRIUS BLACK was laid in her arms her husband had an enviable position in the Ministry where they could influence power in government and Walburga had decorated and enchanted the entirety of 12 Grimmauld Place to her exact specifications. 

The moment her hazel eyes met the pale blue of her son’s Walburga felt true love for the first time. A mixture of great pride and awe washed over her as she held her son. Sirius was her greatest achievement, cementing her place within her new family by ensuring the Black name would last for generations. A year later REGULUS was born and her vision was truly complete. The early years of motherhood were most enjoyable for Walburga. With Orion away working she spent the majority of her time alone with her sons, watching them play and lecturing them about the world. The two raven haired boys were devoted and dependent on her, wide eyed and innocent as they absorbed whatever she told them. Whilst she saw a lot of Orion in her youngest child, accepting, entitled and committed, Walburga saw much of herself within Sirius. He absorbed, he watched, learned and questioned- though the questions he asked she would never want to answer. Walburga tried to tell herself that being inquisitive was normal for children and that despite how much his questions on Muggles churned her stomach she felt she owed him an answer. Each year those questions became more complex, until finally as she stood opposite her son and looked into those very same pale eyes she’d stared into for sixteen years and found she no longer recognise him. 

Walburga had raised Sirius and Regulus just as she had been raised, though she had shown them more love than her own parents had. She stroked their heads, kissed them softly, held them close as they cried and viciously protected them against all outsiders. Rumours had began to circulate the moment Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor that he was different, but Walburga had refused to believe it until the moment it had become unavoidable. Blasting her first born son from their family tree had ripped a gaping hole in her heart she knew would never heal and those closest to her might remark that she was much changed the day her eldest son went to sit at the Potter’s table instead of her own, though they were too scared to say it aloud. But Walburga Black was a survivor. Sirius has broken her heart but Walburga didn’t have time to grieve, she and Orion had much bigger things on the horizon and not even severing ties with her eldest son could distract her from her aims. Walburga had always craved power and as Orion and her brother-in-law CYGNUS BLACK had begun forming new friendships amongst other members of The Sacred Twenty-Eight, Walburga saw an opportunity to cement their family in history and have them rise high above the ranks above mudbloods and blood traitors, creatures and Muggles where they truly belonged. 

She wasted no time instructing her family to align themselves with THE DARK LORD, advising Cygnus and his wife DRUELLA to introduce their daughter BELLATRIX early to one another. Walburga had fancied The Dark Lord’s right hand as one of her own children, but knowing those at the top had harder to fall she was concerned over the prospect of losing a second son. Such a position required a diligent hand of which she knew Bellatrix was more than capable, seeing more of herself within her eldest niece of whom she was incredibly fond of. Pleased with her position within The Dark Lord’s movement, Walburga is doing what she has always done best and pulling the strings of her family from a safe distance away of her house in London, hiding in plain sight in wizarding high society. To the untrained eye Walburga is simply another Pure-Blood woman meddling in the lives of the members of The Pura Sorores society, which she chairs alongside her sister-in-law Druella. With the coming out season approaching, Walburga’s attentions have shifted towards planning The Summer Solstice Ball and securing suitable matches for her nieces ANDROMEDA and NARCISSA BLACK at the request of Druella. Though Walburga has much more than prospective marriages on her mind as the longest day of the year draws ever closer, plotting quietly with her eldest niece to ensure that the Black family are the undisputed first family in the new world The Dark Lord is creating. 

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality  → Up to Roleplayer

Relationship Status → Married to Orion Black

Previous Education →  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Societies → Pura Sorores (co-chair)

Family → William Abbott (father), Katriane Abbott (mother), Orion Black (husband/close friend), Sirius Black (estranged son), Regulus Black (son), Cygnus Black (brother-in-law/close friend), Druella Black (sister-in-law/close friend), Bellatrix Black (niece), Andromeda Black (niece), Narcissa Black (niece), Albert Abbott (cousin), Philip Abbott (cousin), Adger Prewett (cousin)

Connections  → Cecily Greengrass (best friend), Ismena Yaxley (close friend), Vivienne Travers (close friend/rival), Ilar Travers (friend), Luella Prewett (friend), Corban Yaxley (friend), Augustus Rookwood (friend), Eelis Burke (friend), Kratista Burke (friend), Alicia Avery-Jones (acquaintance)

Future Information → N/A

WALBURGA BLACK IS A LEVEL 5 WITCH.

#marauders roleplay #marauders rp #marauders rpg #harry potter roleplay #Walburga Black #witch #death eater #socialite #taken witch #taken #taken death eater

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Bingo Fic: Rosalie and Emmett as Parents

So this blog reached 500 followers this week! When I started this blog, it never occurred to me that this would happen, or that I’d find such an awesome fan community and such incredible mutuals, but it did and I did, and it’s kind of changed my life! So much so, that I wanted to celebrate! Those blog bingo sheets have been making their rounds, so I made one for myself, and decided that if anybody filled it out, I’d gift them a 500 word fic (500 words for 500 followers, but that wasn’t planned lol) for a prompt of their choosing!

One of my fav mutuals @rosalie-stan was the first to reply, and thus, the first bingo fic is all for her, for the prompt in the title! Hope you don’t mind - I went a little over 500 words, and then added some headcanons, because I honestly loved your prompt way too much. Hope you like it!

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It's a quiet summer afternoon for the first time in almost a decade. The air conditioner is whirring gently, even if Rosalie and Emmett can't feel it. It's not for their sake - Bree volunteered to take the kids out to a movie, but little Alicia was still too young for the theater.

Not that Emmett minds - in fact, he can't think of anywhere else he'd rather be, than plopped down on the couch with his exhausted baby in his arms, and his soulmate tucked against his shoulder as she fingers through a piece of historical fiction that Carlisle had called 'certainly' entertaining and 'passably' accurate.

"Aw. Blinky," he grins, cradling the baby’s curl-covered head closer to his chest as she gurgles sleepily. His brows furrow for a moment. "That is crazy. She's like a little mini Rose."

Rosalie glances up to shoot him a dry look before going back to her book.

"Why do you insist on doing this?"

"What, tell the truth?" He shrugs, carefully so as not to jostle either his daughter or wife. "It's not my fault you married an honest man."

"She's a baby."

"So?"

"So, she looks like a baby - which I'm not."

Emmett springs for the throat. "You're my baby."

Rosalie bites her lip, smothering a grin. She shouldn't reward his bad behavior.

“Don't be funny," she huffs, batting at him absently.

"Impossible," he declares with a smirk. "And you know how many little brothers and sisters I had. I'm a certifiable baby face expert. Trust me, she's almost as close to you as Donnie."

"I trust you more than anyone else in the world," she deadpans. "Doesn't mean you're right."

"But you haven't disagreed either," he points out. "Not that it matters. Whether you disagree or not, she still looks like you."

Rosalie turns on him, closing the book. "You say that about all our kids!"

Emmett shushes her, pressing a cheeky finger to his lips and nodding at the drowsy baby curled in the crook of his arm. Rosalie rolls her eyes - Lisa could sleep through a hurricane - but lowers her voice just a bit.

"A few months ago, you tried to convince me that Bree has my smile, and she's not even related to us."

"I didn't say that," he snorts. "I said you smile the same way."

She raises a perfect brow in disbelief. "And that's different?"

He's as unaffected as she is unimpressed. "Totally."

"Well, I'm not buying it."

"No, really," he drawls. "You both do that cute little thing where you clamp your mouth shut like you're trying to hold it in, but then something will make you laugh, and it'll stretch real wide and get all dimpley."

If she could flush, Rosalie thinks she'd be beet red. Emmett's eyes are crinkled, glimmering like stars. Home, they say, I'm home when I see you, when I see our kids. It should be impossible to say so much with a simple look. She has to duck her head, look at her book's cover instead. "Is that so?"

"Yeah, it's so," he murmurs softly, and sits up straight. "And I can prove it... 'cause you're doing it right now."

The dam breaks, and she can feel the truth of his words as a smile blossoms on her lips.

"You're ridiculous," she says.

"You love it." He's right again.

She shakes her head, sighing as she leans against his shoulder, looking over their fourth child carefully.

"You're wrong about this one though. If anyone, she looks like you - the little button nose, and those same curls like you and Beth." Her smile softens. "This one's all yours."

Emmett shakes his head right back. "She might have my hair, maybe my nose, too. Hard to say - but look."

Alicia's eyes flutter softly as she pries them open, a sweet, familiar blue. Her gaze wanders a moment then settles on her parents, before she babbles a short hello.

"Look at those baby blues. Those are yours, right?"

Rosalie stares for a moment. A phantom pain burns like ice in her throat, but just for a moment.

"Right." She swallows, but she doesn't try to hide her smile this time. "Right. Those are mine. I guess she's both of ours."

“Course, she is,” he hums. “They all are. Always will be.”

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As I mentioned, in the process of writing this, I accidentally created a whole Rosalie-Emmett family, so paragraphs of headcanons for context galore under the read more! Otherwise, hope you enjoyed the fic and thanks for following!

So as you probably noticed, Bree is alive and well and a part of the family in this AU. She not only lives and is a Cullen, but Emmett and Rosalie have adopted and adore her just like their own. Thus, she’s the oldest kid in the Rose-Emmett fam. They've had her for about a quarter of a century during this fic. Eight years ago, Carlisle discovered that a vampire couple could genetically have a child by using a surrogate. After some discussion between Emmett, Rosalie, and Bree, the family decided to expand. Yay!

With this, the second eldest kid is Elizabeth Cadence 'Beth' Cullen, age seven. When she was a human, Rosalie had always pictured naming her first daughter Elizabeth, and her middle name comes from her father's favorite human sister whom he'd once promised a goddaughter. Seeing as he’s the only Cullen with a happy backstory, I like to think he’d want his kids to have ties to his human family, even if he’s outlived them by a century. Anyways, they call her Beth. She has black curls, big wide eyes, and an easy smile like her father, plus the small, straight nose and excellent bone structure of her mother.

Beth is a goofball who loves to get herself into either trouble or danger, though the latter of which is hard to come by with an extended family of vampires and werewolves at her back. However, she is also incredibly generous, whether with her toys, her time, or her patience. She has a quick temper, though, and goes cold when she's angry, like her mom. Her favorite activity is running with her family, especially when Bree picks her up and carries her on her back, but she's also fond of music, and is passionate about dance. Her favorite babysitter is either Aunt Alice or Uncle Jasper, both of whom coddle her immensely, and her role model is definitely Aunt Leah.

Their third child is Donovan Matthew Cullen, age three. He gets his first name from a baby book, but his middle name is that of Emmett's eldest human brother, who always looked after the rest of the Masen clan. He has soft, wavy dark blonde hair, doe eyes, and a full pout like his mother, but he shares Emmett's button nose. During the summer, his cheeks get freckly and the tips of his hair gets sun-bleached almost white. (He also needs glasses as he gets older.)

Baby Donnie, as his older sisters call him, is a serious little fellow, very polite and horribly gentle, who likes to read - which is why he gets on with his aunt Bella so well. However, he can get just as rowdy as his sister, though he is greatly less likely to get messy due to his thoughtful nature and sensitivity to criticism. He gets along perfectly with both Grandma Esme and Uncle Edward, who is dying to teach him the piano, but secretly his favorite is probably Uncle Seth, who always knows how to make him feel both good and normal.

Their youngest, and the topic of this ficlet, is Alicia Esme 'Lisa' Cullen, not yet one. Obviously, her first name is derived from Alice, and her middle from Esme. They chose a slightly different name for her first because as Rosalie puts it, she should always remember to be her own person, even as she learns from others. Emmett assures Bella she has dibs on the next daughter, but I think four is enough for them - and she tells him as much. From Emmett, Lisa inherited dark, wavy hair, a button nose, and a round babyface, but she has her mother's eyes and full, solemn mouth.

Lisa grows up to be a mellow kid, partially due to nature and partially because she's had to learn to adapt on the fly without breaking too much of a sweat. She has the best sense of humor in the family, and the sharpest wit, due to observational skills and an impeccable sense of timing honed by years of living with the boisterous extended family she has (which includes the Clearwaters as step aunt and uncle, and through them, the wolf pack.) Out of everyone, she is the most down-to-earth, but also has the hardest time initiating confrontation when she’s hurt or upset. She has a very special bond with Grandpa Carlisle, and she adores her Aunt Victoria (because why not combine all the AUs?).

Whew, that was a lot! I would not blame anyone who took one look at those blocks of text and ran the other direction. But I enjoyed writing them, so it’s all good! If you actually made it this far, I am very impressed, and flattered, and I love you and thank you with all my heart. Hope you had fun reading!

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Paws for a Cause Part 3

This was a prompt request from @stopforamoment

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild, a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @leelee10898 @riseandshinelittleblossom and yours truly. Catch up HERE.

Summary: A furry friend joins the CGW squad which results in another boys vs. girls wager.

Rating: NSFW, mature and very bad decisions

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The ladies walked into the animal shelter and into the back office. The shelter director greeted them and motioned towards a large box. “I can’t wait to see these!” Anitah squealed.

Stephanie opened the box and handed each of them a calendar. They perused the pictures and smiled at each other, happy with their decision to each have one nice photo and one on their underwear. “Alright, ladies, where should we go to sell these?” Pam asked the group.

“What about outside of a gym? Or maybe a home improvement store?” Alicia suggested. “Oh, I need two of them, Thomas and Christian agreed to support our cause. So I have to mail them their calendars. They already sent their payment,” Genevieve said.

Anitah said with a sly smile, “Actually that’s a good idea, Gen. Maybe we should see if our dates from the auction will buy them too.”

With mischievous smiles on their faces, each of them sent a text. They decided that selling the calendar outside of a home improvement store would be their best bet. Setting up tables and chairs, the ladies set the calendar on display. Pam and Anitah lured people over to the table to look at the calendar.

“All of the money goes to the animal shelter. They’re in need of supplies and money for the animals,” Pam told a group of construction workers. They looked through the calendar and as soon as they say that half of the calendar had the ladies in their underwear, it was an easy sell. “Your queen and the queen of Gordon thanks you,” Anitah said with a laugh. A few hours later Stephanie yelled, “Last one ya’ll!” She closed the lockbox with the money, and the girls got into the waiting SUV.

The men picked up their box from the shelter without bothering to look at it first. They made their way to the shopping mall and set up their table at the center where there was a lot of foot traffic. Maxwell played some music and danced to attract customers to their table. Calendar sales were steady but they still had about half of them left.

“We need to get more people over here. Leo, why don’t you walk around and get people as their leaving nearby stores,” Rashad said. Leo nodded his head and walked towards a women’s clothing store. He stopped a group of moms, “Ladies, we are raising money for the local animal shelter. The calendars were selling features each of us and some of the shelter animals. What could possibly be better than some good looking guys and cute furry friends?” He flashed them the signature Rhys smirk and the women were putty in his hands.

Liam stopped a young man who looked shock to see the King talking to him. “Excuse me, can I interest you in a calendar? Proceeds go to the animal shelter.” The man looked uncomfortable, “I already bought one. The queen said that we could only buy one or the other.” He reached into his bag and pulled out the ladies’ calendar. Drake noticed the thumbnails on the back of the calendar, “Can I…can I see that?” He handed Drake the calendar and the other four looked over his shoulder.

They flipped through the first few months. Their eyes went wide as they looked at Anitah’s picture with her laying down on a couch wearing nothing but her bra and panties, Milo laying on her stomach. “Doesn’t she realize what kind of scandal this will cause?” Liam said pinching the bridge of his nose. “Damn, Alicia looks hot,” Leo said admiring his wife. Maxwell nodded, “Heeeeeeeyyyyy, look at Stef!” His mouth fell open, his eyes glued to the picture. Rashad cursed under his breath taking in Genevieve’s photo. While Drake let out a deep growl as he looked at Pam’s calendar page.

“You guys realize that if we are looking at these pictures, it means there are hundreds of other people that will be looking at them right?” Liam pointed out to the others. They all looked at each other and their faces immediately fell into scowls. “Hopefully they haven’t sold that many,” Maxwell said hopefully. “I told you we should have posed shirtless!” Leo said in a frustrated tone. Liam shook his head, “This is your fault, Leo. You don’t get to say what we should or shouldn’t have done.”

“Why are they always one step ahead of us?” Rashad asked. Drake groaned, “Because they all think alike and they’re evil, Rashad.” The young man reached for his calendar, but Drake kept it out of reach. “I don’t think so, kid. Here take one of ours for free.”

He rolled his eyes at Drake, “I want that calendar. No offense, but have you seen the women in there? Why would I want yours?” Rashad stepped up and pulled out his wallet. “You’re not taking the calendar. Name your price.”

“No, seriously, I want to keep the calendar. I don’t want your money,” the guy replied with a shake of his head. Leo came up, “I will beat your ass, do you understand?” The guy held his arms up and retreated from the group of men.

After a long afternoon, the guys went back to the palace. They were happy with their sales having only ten calendars left to sell. The women were waiting for them in the royal chambers chatting and laughing.

“Hey boys! How’d the calendars sell? Took you guys a long time, didn’t it?” Alicia said with a sly grin. Liam stalked directly to a smiling Anitah. His face in an angry scowl as he said, “I can’t believe you would pose in your bra and underwear in a calendar that’s going to be distributed to the public all so you could win a silly bet!” With wide eyes, Anitah’s jaw dropped open. “How’d….How did you find out about that?” Liam held up the calendar that he took from the young man at the mall. “Because you were telling people that they could only buy your calendar or ours! Leo had to threaten him so we could keep it! How many did you guys sell? Because we need to buy them all back.”

The girls roared with laughter. Anitah gave him a coy smile. “Well…my King…we sold all of our calendars. Why would you have to buy them back? That defeats the purpose of the fundraiser.”

“I can’t have everyone in Cordonia staring at their queen…my queen in her underwear!”

“They won’t be staring at me! Milo was in the picture! They’ll be looking at that cute wittle face of his.” Anitah turned to Milo who wagged his tail happily at his mommy. Liam rolled his eyes, “It’s like words come out of my mouth…But no one’s there to listen to it.”

Liam turned to Bastien. “Bastien, please tell my assistant that I need her to put out a press release to recall all of calendars these ladies sold.“

“What is the reason for the recall, sir?” Bastien tried to hide a smile seeing Liam’s vein throbbing on the side of his forehead. Maxwell chimed in, “Oh, I know, tell them the ink is poisonous!” Rashad chuckled, “Instead of poisonous, say they used a lead based ink. That might be more believable.” Bastien left the chambers and each of the men turned to their loves.

“Gen, it’s not that I don’t want people looking at you in your underwear…No, that’s exactly it. I do not want people, especially men, looking at you in your underwear! What in the world would make that seem like a good idea?” Rashad asked his fiancée. She walked over to their cash box and opened it, “It was a really great idea. Not only did we sell all of the calendars, we had to request another batch from the printers. When we ran out, they accepted online orders.” Drake growled at his giggling wife. “This is not funny, Pamela! You guys had them print more?”

“No, absolutely not. Not happening,” Leo said as he turned to Alicia. Maxwell put his arm around Stephanie, “Red, those pictures turned out really great…but I agree with the guys. I’m not ok with random people having you pinned up on their walls.” Alicia laughed, “They aren’t all random. Gen sold some to Thomas and Christian in Chicago. They’re part of the reason we had to reprint. The guys in their office each ordered one. Plus some of the nobles from the auction fundraiser wanted calendars as well.”

All five men’s heads turned to Alicia, their eyes staring daggers at her. “Excuse me? Did you just say that Isaiah bought a calendar that features an almost naked picture of Pam?” Drake asked through gritted teeth. “Christian? As in St. Tropez and Chicago Christian?” Rashad asked with an angry look on his face. Genevieve turned towards Alicia and mouthed, “God dammit, Alicia!”

“Oh Signore Touchy Feely better not have bought one of these!” Liam yelled. Anitah avoided his gaze, her eyes trained on Milo. Maxwell stood there with his mouth hanging open. Stephanie sauntered over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Aww, babe, don’t be angry. It’s for a good cause.” Maxwell pulled her arms off of him, "Oh no, you won’t get out of this that easily…Your voodoo magic is not going to work on me.”

Alicia looked at Leo’s angry face. “Baby, don’t be mad. Stef’s right, it is for a good cause. Just like the auction that didn’t want to do. Just like being on a deserted island, naked, that I didn’t want to do. This is for something I actually believe in.” Leo’s expression softened, “But, Alicia, we’ve had this discussion before. What’s underneath your clothes is only for me. I don’t want to share that part of you with anyone else.” She walked over to him and pulled him into a deep kiss. “Last time, baby. I promise.” Leo said indignantly, “Oh, you’re damn right. We’re getting every single one of those calendars back.” The men all nodded in agreement.

A week later, Liam looked at the small pile of calendars on his desk. The recall notice had gone out, but no one seemed to care if the ink was really lead based or not. After a few attempts at calling the nobles from the date auction, he was able to get Giovanni’s calendar back. When Liam opened it, he noticed that the two months with Anitah’s photos were missing. Liam rubbed his hand over his forehead in aggravation. There was a knock on his study door and in walked Rashad, Drake, Maxwell and Leo.

“Any luck, Li?” Drake asked him. Liam let out a heavy sigh. “Let’s see, I just got Signore Cavvichi’s calendar back, without my wife’s pictures inside. Isaiah and Sebastian flat out refused. Finn sent his back, but Jason Bucannon said and I quote, ‘I don’t plan on licking the the calendar. I think I’ll be fine’. I was able to trade Thomas the girls’ calendar for ours, but…” He avoided Rashad’s eye. “Christian said you can go to Chicago and make him give it back.” Rashad clenched his jaw, “I’m going to fly to Chicago and rip down every calendar in that office. That cocky son of a bitch.”

The night before the car wash, Alicia peeked her head into the bedroom where Leo was taking off his clothes and getting ready for bed. “Hey baaaaby.” Leo cocked his brow, “I know that voice, you did something or you want something. Which is it?” She entered the room, a wide grin in her face, “I bought you something.” She handed him a small bag. He reached into the bag, pulling out a bunched up leopard print speedo.

“What fresh hell is this?” Alicia seductively moved closer to him, her manicured nail tracing his chiseled abs. “I thought it was fitting for bam bam, you know since you lost the bet. Go, try it on.” Leo sighed before going into the bathroom, he came out with a goofy grin on his face. “Ok, I know this is supposed to be torture, but, I look damn good.”

Alicia’s eyes instantly locked on his bulging crotch. “Can we um, tuck him,” she pointed. He arched his brow again, a sly grin spread across his face. “Oh I got somewhere to tuck him. Come here!” He lunged for her. Alicia squealed as he grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed.

The morning of the car wash, Anitah came traipsing into her and Liam’s bedroom with a smirk on her face and Liam gave her a look, “What…what did you do?” He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes while holding his other hand out. “Let me see it…” She snorted as she handed him the bag and he opened it and looked inside and then snapped his head up to her. “Really?!”

“What? I thought it would be nice to represent your Queen,” she laughed. He pulled out the American Flag print speedo and held it up.

“I am going to murder Leo,” his jaw clenched. He stripped down and pulled the speedo on, adjusting himself as Anitah stifled a laugh. He stood looking at her with his hands on his hips once he was finished. “Well…?”

“You’d put the Naked Cowboy in New York City to shame, my King,” Anitah burst out into a fit of laughter. “Oh!” She squealed. “One more thing….Milo!” She called the pup. He came running into the room and Liam’s eyes went wide. There came Milo sitting at Liam’s feet in a matching speedo with a hole cut out for his tail. Liam looked from Milo back to Anitah just as she snapped a picture on her phone.

“Oh no!” Liam went running after her as she ran from the room laughing.

Genevieve walked into hers and Rashad’s bedroom holding a small paper shopping bag when her phone beeped. She looked at the picture that Anitah sent her and started laughing really hard. Rashad arched his brow at her. She held up her phone so he could see Liam and Milo wearing matching speedos. He burst out laughing while she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Let me guess? My banana hammock is in there?” Rashad asked with a solemn face. Genevieve handed the bag over and said, “I’m so sorry you have to wear this, honey. Nothing about a speedo is sexy at all…”

He looked at her, waiting for a smartass comment. When she didn’t say anything, he pulled the bathing suit out of the bag. He shook his head before removing his clothes and putting on the gold glittery speedo.

She covered her mouth taking in the sight before her. While trying to contain her laughter, a loud snort escaped instead, which made her double over giggling. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I can't…I think I’m gonna die. Oh my god! I’m crying.”

He looked in the mirror and ran his hand down his face, “Fucking Leo…I’m gonna kill him. This looks ridiculous, and now I have glitter everywhere.”

She held up her phone and snapped a picture, quickly sending it to the other the girls. Pam’s phone chirped when Genevieve’s text came through.

“Oh these keep getting better!” Pam giggled. She walked into their bedroom as Drake stepped out of the bathroom, a towel tied low in his hips. "Hey baby. When did you get back?” He leaned in pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Just now. How are things at the stable?”

Drake shrugged running his hand through his wet hair. “They’re good.” He stopped abruptly taking in the smirk on his wife’s lips and the small bag hanging from her finger. “What’s that?” Pam’s face lit up in a wide grin, “It’s for you.” Drake sighed, “ I don’t want that, do I?” Pam shrugged, “Probably not, but you need it for the car wash. Go try it on.”

“Oh, Christ. Fine.” He grabbed the bag and stomped into the bathroom. She heard him grumbling from the bathroom, “Why do you hate me?” She giggled, “I could never hate you!” Drake opened the door with a groan, “Pam…you bought me a Speedo covered in cats.”

Pam smirked, “Well to be fair, Gen was there. Once she saw it, I really didn’t have a choice. Besides, I love my furry kitty.” She stalked up to her husband. “In fact, I think it’s time you make me meow.” He smirked before lifting her up and tossing her onto the bed. “MROW.”

Maxwell walked out of the bathroom sporting his black and white zebra striped speedo. Stephanie’s mouth fell open as she watched her husband dancing in front of the mirror. “I make this speedo look good, Red!”

Stephanie couldn’t help but giggle. “At least you’re confident, babe. I’m sure the other guys are not as happy as you are about wearing these man panties.”

She handed him a robe and Maxwell shook his head. “I’m quite comfortable like this. Let’s go to the car wash!” He threw on a pair of sunglasses, slipped on a pair of flip flops and walked out of their quarters.

Bertrand’s eyes widened as he watched his younger brother strutting towards the main entry. “Maxwell, show some decorum! Put on some clothes this instant!”

“No can do, Bertrand. I’ll be ‘working at the car wash. At the car wash, yeah’.” Maxwell sang and swayed to the beat of the song. Stephanie gave Bertrand an apologetic look as she followed her husband out of the estate.

The five men converged together at the car wash in the capitol. Liam, Drake, Rashad, and Leo were still wearing their bathrobes while Maxwell proudly waited in his speedo. A line of cars had already formed waiting for the car wash to open.

“Alright, boys, it’s showtime,” Anitah said. The girls walked up to their men and removed their robes. The four of them adjusted themselves, trying their best to keep their manhood tucked away. The first five cars pulled up and to their dismay, it was the ladies’ dates from the auction. They rolled down their windows and handed over their money.

Isaiah eyed Drake in his cat speedo and laughed. He was about to say something when Drake glared at him. “Before you say anything, Isaiah, how’s your nose? It doesn’t quite look the same since the night of the auction dinner.” Isaiah instinctively reached up and touched his nose. He rolled up his window without saying a word. Drake chuckled at his pained expression.

Giovanni rolled down his window and . “Hello, your majesty. We Italians prefer the speedo to swimming trunks. It is much more comfortable, no?” Liam pinched the bridge of his nose and didn’t respond. Giovanni was about to close his window when Liam stopped him. “By the way…don’t think I didn’t notice that my wife’s calendar photos were missing. Those will come in the mail soon, won’t they? I have a meeting with your uncle next week. I’m sure he would be quite disappointed if the contract doesn’t get signed while he’s here.” Giovanni gulped but nodded his head.

“Genevieve’s still going to marry you after seeing you in that Rashad?” Sebastian asked with a cocky grin. Rashad grabbed the sponge from the bucket and shook it by the open window. Soapy water splashed Sebastian in the face and the interior of the car. Rashad smirked as he said, “Roll up your window before it’s my fist that comes through next, Seb.” Sebastian quickly rolled up his window as Rashad reluctantly started washing his car.

Leo glared at Jason. “Don’t say a fucking word, Bucannon.” Jason held his arms up and shut his window. Finn got out of his car and gave Maxwell a bro hug. The two men exchanged pleasant hellos before Maxwell started washing his car.

The ladies were gathered together talking when a handsome man approached them holding a tray. He was wearing a red and white striped shirt, black pants and a pirate hat. “Hello, ladies, I thought you could use some refreshments.” He held out the tray of cinnamon rolls and the girls each grabbed one. “Mmm, these are delicious, Mr…” Stephanie said. He replied, “I own Cap’n Nick’s Cinna-booty next door. Cap’n Nick, at your service.”

“Well thanks, Nick! These are amazing!” Alicia said. Nick quirked his brow at Alicia, “I prefer to be called Cap’n Nick…” He looked Pam up and down and licked his lips. “But you can call me Cappy and be my first mate.” Anitah, Alicia, Stephanie and Genevieve shared a look and burst out laughing. Pam choked on the pastry. “I’m just going to call you Captain Nick.”

Nick was enamored by Pam, and he moved closer. In his best pirate accent, he said, “Well, yer the finest pirate booty I’ve ever laid me eyes on. Arrrr…ye free Saturday? I’d like to take ye out for a bottle of rum.” Pam took a few steps back, “Umm no, I’m married, Captain.”

The mention of a husband didn’t deter the confident captain. “Ye should leave yer land lubber…so ye can see what me third leg is made of. Me cannon’s primed and loaded. I just need help with me cannon balls.”

Drake turned and noticed the pastry pirate hitting on his wife. He walked up and put his arm around Pam’s waist. Drake looked Cap’n Nick square in the eye as he said, “I already drop the anchor in this lagoon, you’ll have to find a new first mate. Now get out of here before I shove my foot up your poopeck.” Knowing that Drake was serious, Cap’n Nick backed away and went back to his bakery.

A black SUV pulled into the car wash. It was the last car in line. All four windows rolled down and the ladies hung out of the windows. Anitah was in the driver seat, Pam in the front passenger seat, Stephanie and Alicia in the two rear seats, while Genevieve stood up through the sunroof.

“Make it rain, ladies!” Genevieve yelled. The girls each held a stack of bills in their hands as they continuously swiped their other hand over the top of the pile. The bills floated into the air one by one at their defeated husbands and fiancé. Once the car was washed and dried, Anitah peeled out of the car wash parking lot leaving the boys behind.

“Fucking great! None of us have our phones, Liam!” Drake growled. Liam yelled out, “That’s it! She’s cut off until further notice.”

“Oh they’re cut off alright,” Rashad grumbled. Maxwell and Leo nodded in agreement.

Cap'n Nick

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Good Wood // E.D.

Hey guys! So this fic is a lil something special because I didn’t write it, my roommate did! Alicia @un--beau--jour wanted to try her hand at fanfiction and asked that I post it here for all of ya’ll to read. I am very proud of my roommate wife and hope you love her as much as I do. Enjoy <3

You slump into your seat, exhausted from the strenuous walk to your last class of the day. Sighing, you greet your classmates with brief smiles and take out your sketchpad from your bag. This is 3D art. You initially thought you’d be making intricate sculptures and expressing yourself through your masterpieces. But alas, this three-hour class consisted more of sitting through bland powerpoint presentations about shapeless, abstract art than creating anything of value.

In truth, it wasn’t all that terrible. There was one thing you did look forward to.

You hear a weak ‘hello’ from the doorway. Slyly, you shift your gaze from your sketchpad to observe the new arrival.  

Ethan walks in shyly, avoiding eye contact and sitting on top of a clay-stained desk at the front of the room. He sported a bit of scruff, dark hair and a never-ending supply of crisp black t-shirts. His long legs stretched in front of him as he took a somewhat awkward position on the desk. He crossed his arms and began announcing the class’s next project.

This was your professor.

He was on the cusp of 30, but didn’t look a second over 22. This was his first year teaching, and it was fairly obvious. Despite his shy demeanor, you sensed that he had another side to him. Perhaps a more assertive side, but for now he was playing it safe.

“For your next assignment, you guys will be working with wood”

This statement elicits an immature chuckle from yourself and your classmates. Ethan goes on.

“Today, I’ll be demonstrating some of the equipment available for the project in the woodshop.”

He motions behind him. Everyone begins to gather as he walks into the wood studio. I’d always been curious about the room’s extension and the strange machines within it. The shop smells of wood (no shit) and oil. Ethan rolls up his sleeves and runs his hand through his short hair. He slips on a pair of protective goggles and walks over to the first machine.

“Alright guys, this is the wood saw. You need to be very careful with all the machines in here, especially this one.”

Ethan painfully guides us through every single apparatus in the large studio. We discuss our ideas for our sculptures, the possibilities available to us, and the techniques needed to reach our results. After 3 hours of this, I’d feel comfortable calling myself a pro.

I hang back a bit while everyone else is leaving, eager to ask Ethan to approve my idea. I describe it to him and show him several sketches in my pad. He doesn’t say much, but nods his head attentively as I go on.

“Yeah. I think thats a possibility.” He says, “You might need to stay a few hours more once we get into it. There might be a few extra steps, but I like what you’ve come up with Y/N”

He smirks. “Just don’t get too ambitious with it, you might just impress me”

I look up at him, a bit shocked by the sudden flattery.

“Oh okay.” I chuckle faintly. “Thanks, Mr. Dolan, see you Thursday then.”

I finally head out, maybe blushing because of his words or perhaps because his eyes did not leave my back as I walked through the door.

It’s Thursday and for once, I’ve been looking forward to coming to class. Everyone is buzzing with anticipation to try out all the intimidating machines for the first time. We venture into the wood shop, led by Ethan. The class picks out our protective gear. I get left with the large, science lab goggles. Very hot.

I begin working on my piece; shaving the wood pieces, struggling with the saw and getting covered in wood glue. Everyone has left by now. It’s just Ethan and I left in the large studio. When I get in a creative groove, I don’t want to stop. As I am maneuvering my piece through the wood saw, Ethan walks up from behind me.

“Looking good Y/N!” He says.

“Oh. My piece? Thanks! I’m kind of having trouble with the saw though, could you show me how to cut it this way?” I respond tentatively.

He nods his head and I angle my piece to show him my current technique.

“It’s just not cutting the way I want it to,” I say.

He nods again, and steps closer to me. Ethan reaches over to angle my piece, I feel his body heat radiating from behind me as his chest brushes my back very slightly.

“You want to move it here, so you can cut in a curve” He points.

My breath jumps as he turns on the switch to activate the saw. Then, I feel his hands guiding mine as he shows me the technique. His fingers are rough and dry. This isn’t surprising seeing that he spends a lot of time working with wood. I’ve seen him working the grain, I’ll admit that his artistry is something to behold.

The saw buzzes loudly, I can hear him mumble something under his breath, but the noise muffles his words. He turns the switch off and smiles at me.

“See? Now you can do it yourself.” He says.

I want to answer with a ‘thank you’ but he moves his hand to the small of my back. I lose my ability to utter anything comprehensible. I can still feel his warm breath on my neck, and think that if it were anybody else, I’d be seriously creeped out. I can’t deny that his closeness has gotten me a bit hot and bothered. But why hasn’t he moved?, I shout in my head. Slowly, I shift my gaze to his. What has felt like a minute only really lasted a couple seconds.

“Here” He finally speaks, “Let me show you something that will help you with your sculpture.”

Intrigued, I follow him into the large supply closet. Considering how much he seems changed when it’s just the two of us. His demeanor is more confident, less awkward and more playful. I don’t mind it.

He points to several bits, which I can use to shave the wood down and create flow, he explains. Interested, I step closer to the tall shelf and reach to the top to pick one that sticks out to me.

“Careful!” He says, “Some of them are pretty sharp, I wouldn’t want it to fall on you or anything” Ethan chuckles. “It wouldn’t be pretty.”

I smirk in agreement. I gingerly reach up to pluck it from off the shelf. Ethan comes over to me and goes on to explain what I can use it for. Without lifting the metal piece from my hand, he touches my fingers as he describes its use.

“I think this is a good fit”, he says.

I look up. It is in this moment that I realize that his face is a mere inch from mine. He looks up too. His eyes meet mine and my stomach flips. I feel a rush of tingles climb up my chest as he steps just a bit closer. Our noses touch and I can hear his breathing accelerate.

Suddenly, my lips meet his and he responds immediately. I drop the bit and it clatters to the ground with an awkward ‘clink’. Ethan takes this as a cue and wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me into the kiss. His lips feel as rough as his hands. Despite this, I deepen the embrace and fold my arms behind his neck. I slowly work my hand up to his nape and grab a gentle handful of his soft hair, pulling it slightly. This evokes a soft groan from him and his hand hold me even more firmly against him.

We pull away, both breathing hard.

“Oh”, I say. “I think I’ve been wanting to do that for a while”

“No shit Y/N, I have too” Ethan pauses.

“Yeah”, I chuckle. “Your flirting dropped some hints for me. It’s not like I couldn’t tell”

The sexual tension had been boiling between us for some time now. It was exhilarating to see it was reciprocated. I snake my hand up to his neck again, and pull him back to me.

“Shall we continue?” I question.

Ethan responds by kissing me hard and walking us to the nearest wall. He moves his hand from my waist to my ass, gently massaging my backside. His hands travel from my ass to under my thighs, grabbing my leg and lifting it up as we continue our embrace. I could feel him getting harder as we went on with our session, I teasingly grind my hips against his, eager to feel him fully.

“Shiit” I hear him whisper under his breath.

I slip my hands under his shirt, aching to touch his warm skin. He reciprocates by cupping my breast with his free hand, still holding my thigh up against his hip. I continue, gliding my fingers down his spine only to feel him shiver under me.

He presses me harder into the wall, which elicits a soft ‘oof’ from me. Ethan moves his lips from my mouth to my neck, nuzzling into the crook of it and gingerly biting the skin. I can still feel his hardening cock under his pants, and decide it’s time to do something about it. My hand travels downwards, grabbing him with purpose. He groans deeply, guiding his hips into my hand as I rub him. He continues to kiss my neck as I unbutton his pants at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Mm, why are you torturing me Y/N?” he moans into my ear.

“It’s more fun that way”, I tease.

Once I have him undone, I slide them down mid-thigh. I take a moment to admire his surprisingly toned legs, which had been hiding under his modest clothing for too long. His erection looks nearly painful as I pull down his boxers, a droplet of precum sliding down the length of it. I lick the tip of him, running circles around the head with my tongue. Ethan grabs my hair and pushes me into him. I look up at him. His eyes are closed and his lips parted. I stand back against the wall to face him.

“You’re not gonna keep going?”, he inquires.

“I think you’re far too eager to even bother”, I answer.

“Huh. For one of my students you’re not very respectful, are you? I am your professor after all.”

“Don’t remind me” I give him a coy smile, “But I don’t think you care much about that right now.”

He doesn’t disagree. I begin to stroke him, which certainly prevents further questioning. Ethan leans up to my ear and whispers in a low voice, “You’re not wrong. I want you now, and don’t make me beg for it Y/N”. I pull him in with an answer, “I don’t intend to, Mr. Dolan”. I take his hand and guide it down to my aching pussy. My wetness greets him and he groans in approval, “I think you’re ready for me too”, he moans. A rough finger circles my clit and I twitch with bliss. He glides a finger inside me, and then two, pumping them slowly at a delicious rhythm.

Ethan places one hand on the wall behind me and lifts my leg up again. Without much warning he pushes into me gently at first, and then with more intent. His cock throbs as he fills me. I feel him accelerate, moaning consistently as he thrusts. I run my hands up and down his back, scratching the skin with my nails. I can sense him panting into my neck, his hot breath reminding me of earlier. Ethan somehow presses me harder into the wall, uttering a “Fuck” under his breath. A warm, tingling sensation climbs from my stomach into my chest, I know I’m becoming undone. I start rubbing my clit, eagerly awaiting release. Ethan grabs my hand and throws it against the wall.

“Let me.” he says, as he replaces my hand with his.

His strength keeps me firmly hoisted up as he continues to pump in and out of me.

“I’m getting close” he mutters, his voice deep and raspy.

“Me too”, I manage to utter back.

Ethan moans loudly, “Shiit I’m gonna cum”. He presses his strong fingers into my thigh, curls the other hand into the wall and finishes inside me. It doesn’t take long for me to join him. I climax hard while digging my nails into his back. I manage a weak, high-pitched ‘fuck’ as I ride my high out.

He pulls out of me, still panting and visibly sweating.

“You killed my back Y/N” he says, and lifts his shirt and turns his back to me to show me the marks. Short, but deep scratches line his spine.

“Damn. I’m sorry! I got into it.” I respond.

He shakes his head and laughs, “Yeah, but it was worth it”.

I pull my panties back up and shift my skirt, agreeing with him in the process. Ethan proceeds to dress himself too and brushes his hair out of his face. He offers me a kiss and tells me that he could be up for this again.

“I wouldn’t mind” I blush, “But you cannot tell anybody about this okay?”

“I had no intention to, you know I could lose my job over this.” He answers.

“True, but it certainly was nice”

“Yeah, I have to say you did impress me after all” He laughs.

Very clever, I think. I could get used to extra wood shop hours.

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NAME: alicia eden dawson  

AGE: 24

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis-female, she/her

LENGTH OF TIME IN ROSWELL: her whole life

OCCUPATION: server at the crashdown cafe

FC: zoey deutch  

I do not want to be human. I want to be myself.

heather and jesse dawson were thrice reborn religious fanatics who moved to a neat little house just outside of roswell all the way from sweet suburban mississippi because they felt some kinda way for the mythos of aliens that permeated the town. alicia was the product of their union, born just months after they touched down in that world famous desert. her childhood was spent with her older sister, mostly in their home with the dusty horizon as a backdrop, but she claimed roswell as her hometown all the same. living a little cut off was their parents’ choice, not hers.

she’d often felt like the god she grew up hearing about wasn’t all he was said to be  —  ‘specially since the bibles scattered throughout their home growing up, each one bearing different scrawls in the margins, had some choice words on divorce. well, divorce, and adultery, and coveting thy neighbors wife.

( alicia figured that went for husbands, too )

alicia’s parents were her parents, but her older sister was only her mama’s. her older sister was nearing on ten years older than alicia, swept up in the cross country move when alicia herself was just a baby bump. sure, jesse treated the older girl with the same fervent, reverent affection he gave alicia. something about children being the path to the future and the future paving way for heaven and his two girls, specifically, inheriting the earth. something about the purity of youth and the holiness inherent in purity. something.

older sister dearest’s father and dearest father’s wife were left in the dust in m-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i because they just didn’t get it: heather and jesse were meant to be. god said so. never-mind that their god sure did seem to contradict himself a lot.

the thing was, roswell, new mexico was just one stop on their never ending road-trip to salvation. it had a history suburban mississippi didn’t, and it had a near-neighborless home for sale; that just made it the easiest option when they first ran off. the history of the crash and the celestial importance they’d assigned to it was icing on the cake, but they had other pilgrimages to make, other dreams shining bright in their gaze; alicia was often left alone in their cluttered home with her big sister while the adults hunted down preachers and prophets and miracles and mysteries.

the girl was older than little alicia, sure. but she was still a kid. she barely knew more than alicia when it came to ‘the hell do we gotta do to get by?’

still. the two of them seemed to know more than their parents there, so the sisters seemed to do alright. especially on the outside. no one seemed to notice much how much responsibility was left on their shoulders. no one seemed to notice how much it might mess with your head to grow up in a house so full of a theology being made up as it went along. the girls could spout fire and brimstone bible verses more easily than nursery rhymes, sometimes. they knew more about the coming apocalypse than they did disney princesses. the could spout bullshit on the blessings aliens would bring the faithful better than they could spout their favorite boyband.

but the two of them were just so good at feigning normal that no one in roswell seemed to wonder much about the sweet little sisters from the outskirts of town. the town attracted all kinds of strange people, so never mind any questions the girls raised  —  there were larger questions at play. it made things simpler on their parents, but nothing was ever made simple for the two of them.

luckily  —  that is, with a loose definition of the word luck  —  alicia’s big sister’s daddy came a-calling one fateful day, seemed to think he’d waited long enough to be able to talk sense into his wife’s head. seemed to think it’d be nothing now, to get her to kick alicia’s own daddy to the curb. of course it wasn’t so simple; he thought jesse and heather leaving for roswell had been a whim, something he could let pass while writing letters to his daughter. he had no way of knowing each letter sent ended up in the fire before it saw his kid’s hands. and he had no way of knowing he’d never possess the right words to sway his fanatic of a wife.

oh, but his logic sure did seem sound to alicia. it hurt to think as much, though, because she’d seen the shaky looks he threw her. a girl who looked enough like heather to almost escape notice as someone noteworthy. but a girl who seemed to carry something in the set of her shoulders that he knew he’d have never passed down himself. in those moments, those nights before he left his wife like she’d left him  —  alicia felt wrong. her own father had always looked her in the eyes with too much adoration and a promise that she’d inherit the earth. it was love, wasn’t it? and this thing, that felt so much the opposite, well, it must’ve been hate. she was a dawson girl, brought up in a household of absolutes. things might contradict themselves eventually, but they were always black and white.

nothing much changed with her parents after the man blew into town and blew right back out. but something changed with her, and something sure as hell changed with her sister. it was rough, bein’ a child kept hidden from her father. and it was rough, bein’ a child who someone could hate. mama and daddy still left on their trips. but now those weeks on end felt to alicia like relief.

her and her big sister floundered to do right by each other when they were left alone, but it was nice. knowing they knew each other, knowing they knew better.

alicia had a mind full of the rapture and a heart full of questions, a heart slowly filled with anger as the years went on. because, well, noneof what these adults were telling her seemed to check out. her parents contradicted themselves over and over and over, those black and white absolutes fading to muddy greys. it was slapdash and feverish and seemed like the kind of thing you couldn’t just shove blind faith into; any trust she’d still had in her parents crumbled as she realized all they did was shove blind faith at things. the things they said didn’t check out with the things her teachers at school did. and they sure as hell didn’t check out with the things her friends told her.

she couldn’t recall the moment she first realized no one else had had to grow up like she did. raising herself with the help of her sister, fighting just to stay afloat in a sea of lies and beliefs. she grew to seek out things that were the exact opposite of what they believed in.

( she imagined, one day, looking her father in his shining eyes and asking: what if she had no desire to inherit his earth? what if she didn’t want it? )

when she was still a kid but her sister was barely an adult ( now, finally ) the older girl cast her gaze to alicia and the two shared an understanding. they could do just fine on their own, in a more permanent sense, and so: they got the hell outta dodge. easy as pie. as much as they could, anyway. they pooled money ( from jobs her sister’d taken behind their parents back, and money alicia had taken out from under their noses ) and stuck it in a bank account. they took what they could from that and got an apartment. the hell outta dodge just meant roswell proper, but that was fine. they did their best to live their lives this way. to alicia, it seemed like both of ‘em were doing their best to pretend this new normal was the way it’d always been. she found that was fine.

their parents barely seemed to notice them gone, thank god. alicia wasn’t sure how any attempts at emancipation would’ve gone, wasn’t prepared yet to denounce them all the way. it was better like this. she visited them every once in a while, when heather and jesse were in town and she could stomach them.

and alicia turned her itching fingers to tarot cards and pilfered alcohol, carefree laughter and friends on friends on friends. she’d always gone to school in roswell, but never had she had people she could talk to ‘bout home, people she could have sleepovers with and talk crushes to. she was greedy for the human contact. alicia would make friends with anyone, then, if it meant not being alone. she took up track and swim team, because she needed something; something for when the friends and the occult and the parties couldn’t fill her up. she tried to do right by her sister, ease the way for her by getting good grades and not getting caught when she did something reckless.  it was more of the same: feigning normalcy enough that everyone looked at the pair of them and didn’t see anything wrong.

alicia played at a duality of finding magic real and un-real all at once. acted like she didn’t worry about her eternal soul every time she fingered the crystals kept in her pocket and the second-hand books on magic in her bedroom. pretended that her thrift store crystal ball was somehow the wildest thing in a town built on the idea of aliens.

the thing was: she’d never bought into her parents’ vision of god. but she had bought into god, a little bit, in her own way. that faith felt dirty to alicia. how could she let herself believe in something like that, like god, when she’d seen how much it soured in her parents? in her and her sister? and even worse  —  she could not believe in aliens. lotsa normal people took a faith in god too far, too weird, but only wackjobs did the same for their faith in other-worldly beings.

the witchcraft, the talk of spells and demons, the devil-may-care attitude, making light of the town’s history and acting like she’s never worried about her own past grabbing her by the throat one day  —  it was child’s play, for alicia. for the girl so used to pretending. she loved her friends, and loved the way she could lose herself in things. in magic; because she could feel something there anytime she took to her crystals or cards with a modicum of true intent. she could lose herself in anything. both the benignly young things and the acts that bordered on sacrilege.

but alicia felt like she will always have to keep parts of herself locked away if she wanted to keep anything at all.  

when she graduated from high school, she thought about college. thought long and hard about how no one she met in some big city dorm would get how she’d grown up. how they wouldn’t get roswell, new mexico. and how they sure as hell wouldn’t get her parents. she pictured explaining how sometimes her hippy-dippy magic stuff felt real, thought about boys asking after the lone sister that’d helped her move in, imagined the girls who’d judge her dusty books and secondhand wardrobe and spell candles. wondered how the hell she’d read tea leaves in a dining hall and if she’d ever feel settled at some school when sometimes she barely felt settled in her hometown. so alicia graduated with good enough grades and a fast enough breaststroke to get scholarship money for a decent school, and absolutely no desire to go to one. she took a job in roswell and spent a year fucking around before she found an online degree program. she dreamed of moving out of town and someday living by the water  —  but she knew she’d never have the guts.

it was easy enough to focus on work by day and submit essays and online discussions at night. it was easy enough to smile at tourists as she worked with ‘em and make fun of ‘em as soon as she clocked out. it was easy enough to stay by her sister and her friends and the town she wasn’t sure she could ever leave and pretend all the while she’d never had another option.

alicia, at her heart, was a liar. she talked a good game about not believing in god or aliens, about being invincible, about the way nothing fazed her. but she still prayed when it was dark and she had no one else to talk to. and she couldn’t help but hope sometimes she wasn’t alone in the universe. and she wondered if it made her too breakable, bearing scars from a childhood where nothing really bad ever happened. and she wondered if anyone could see how scared she was of change. there was a gift in being a liar, though: light enough candles, take enough shots, wear enough grins, and she could almost trick herself into thinking things might finally be okay.  

ALICIA is penned by ZOE

#*all #*human #alicia dawson #zoey deutch fc

[concussed-to-pieces]

Comfort

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Ambrose/Omega!Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: How about a Thirst Party Saturday...Wednesday pick-me-up? I was thinking an Office!AU, with that sweet, sweet Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamic we all know and love. Tagging @toxiicpop, @oraclegazes and of course, the campaigner for all things LaBraun, @hardcorewwetrash!

Enjoy!

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains threats of rape, musings on consent and general manhandling. Stay safe everyone!]

You knew that you probably should have stayed home today.

Suppressants were expensive and you had the sneaking suspicion that your script had been cut to begin with. You hadn’t felt right for months. But your doctor always dismissed your concerns as Omega paranoia and you didn’t want to make your visits any more difficult, so you just put your head down and accepted the reports without complaint.

You were very lucky after all, you had to remind yourself. Getting hired into an office setting while being an Omega was no easy task, but you’d managed to pick up some runner work that would get your foot in the door over at King’s Game Enterprises. It was only small things for the moment and you’d had to sign a waiver before you started stating that you would keep up with your dosages or face immediate termination, so you couldn’t exactly afford to have your prescription cut with sugar pills. But you had this unshakable feeling of restlessness while making your morning commute. You were tense and tight, as though you were about to jump out of your skin at any given second.

In a burst of desperation, you decided to be honest with your boss about your situation. There was an off chance that maybe, he might understand and send you home early. His wife was an Omega and he treated her like an equal.

Maybe it’ll be okay.

You gathered up their coffee orders and a few files from Alicia, then squared your shoulders and headed for Hunter’s office. Please don’t fire me, you begged mentally. Please please please.

You heard the office door click open before you were halfway down the hall and Stephanie poked her head out. “Alright, move it.” She said, not unkindly. “Smelled you a mile away.” Your heart sank. They know. She at least waited until she’d closed the office door behind you before she started in on you. “Did you not understand the paperwork you signed? Because I can find someone to explain it to you. In perfect detail.”

You bowed your head meekly and pressed her coffee into her hands. “I’m sorry. I know this isn’t exactly the equivalent of coming in with a sore throat, but I don’t have any sick days saved up yet. I didn’t know what else to do, ma’am, I need this job so much.” You kept your eyes on the floor, blinking back tears. “I wanted to ask if…if maybe Mr. Hunter could send me home. Or even you, if you have that authority. I know it’s dangerous for me to be out and about like this, I swear I didn’t skip a dose. I-I take my meds, always, but I don’t feel right today and I don’t want to cause any problems.”

“I’ll get Hunter in here. You sit down.” Stephanie clicked her tongue. “Your script get swapped? Did they put you on the generic?”

“My doctor doesn’t give me my scripts, he calls them in himself. He says it’s too dangerous to have an Omega walking around with an unfilled script.” A tear slipped out and you quickly wiped it away, irritated with yourself. Stupid suppressants!

There was a loud knock on the office door and then it was shoved open, the person on the other side not even waiting for acknowledgment. “Heya’ boss one, is boss two he…” The person, a man with a mop of unruly sandy-blond hair, ground to a halt. His nose twitched.

“Perfect timing Ambrose, as ever. Hunter already call you?”

“Y…yeah.” Ambrose said slowly. He shook himself all over. “Whew, sorry. I’m back.”

“Wonderful, I’m so glad Seth is teaching you to be prompt.” Stephanie turned back to you, gesturing at Ambrose. “Dean is one of our Omega therapy Alphas. It’s a new program that some of the higher-ups initiated for the safety and comfort of people like you and me.”

“Basically we’re here to keep you okay.” Dean explained simply. He radiated calm Alpha scent, the new fragrance washing away your terror at being fired.

“We?” You asked in confusion.

Another knock sounded on the door and Ambrose moved to open it, revealing two more men. The Alpha smell, which was heady enough in the room from Dean alone, instantly thickened. Your stomach filled with warmth and you gasped for breath, dimly aware that Stephanie was saying something. Seth. Roman.

Mr. Hunter’s hand was suddenly tilting your chin up. “You still in there, kid?” Hunter Helmsley was the epitome of mated Alpha, broad-shouldered and confident in his own skin. You could see why Stephanie adored him.

You barely had the mental capacity to shake your head. “I don’t feel well, sir.” Your voice was a trembling whisper.

“It’s alright. That’s why our boys are here. Can you make it to lunch time? Two hours.” Hunter glanced at the clock. “Then, it’s only half a shift missed instead of a full one.”

Two hours. Two hours. You nodded dumbly. You could do whatever this Alpha asked. You were a good Omega.

Hunter chuckled. “Alright. The boys are going to escort you to our Omega office, okay? Scent-dampening walls like mine. We need to keep you under wraps until this calms down. You may want to talk with your physician as well, figure out what he gave you.”

“Not the right amount. He won’t listen to me.” You breathed.

“He’ll listen to Dean.” That was one of the other Alphas, but was it Roman or Seth? Seth or Roman?

“Our Alpha partner program can also accompany you to appointments, if necessary.” Hunter added gently. “They’re here to make things easier.”

The idea of having a strong, secure Alpha with you in the doctor’s office made your chest ache with longing. You whined without meaning to, blushing and covering your mouth. “Sorry, I just…”

“Don’t apologize, Omega. We understand.” Seth (or was it Roman?) took your hand, sending tingles through to your fingertips. “C’mon, before everyone in the building is banging on Hunter’s door.”

Roman (or was it Seth?) opened the door for you, making you flush even hotter than before. Normally only mates were offered the courtesy of having a door held for them. Dean came up on the other side of you, the two Alphas flanking you in the hallway while the third brought up the rear.

You finally got up the courage to whisper, “Are you Seth or Roman?” to the dark-haired man at your side.

“He’s Seth, I’m Roman.” The young man behind you answered, making you glance over your shoulder to look at him. He gave you a small smile, as though he was doing his best to soften his hard features. “Roman Reigns, Alpha at your service.”

“Um, no offense to any of you but…why were you guys picked for this?” You asked awkwardly.

“Even temperament, mostly.” Roman replied, shrugging.

“I don’t get nuts around Omegas. Hormone imbalances.” Dean said shortly.

“And I’m too smart to lose my cool.” Seth added smugly. “We aren’t like those other Alphas, butting heads over a piece of ass.”

“Rollins.” Roman’s tone held a sharp note of warning.

“Sorry, sorry. Not to imply that you’re a piece of ass or anything.” Seth apologized hastily. “You’re an Omega, and an Omega that doesn’t want to sit at home and do nothing! Pretty rare.”

“Sitting around is only good until the bills need to be paid.” You commented dryly. “Wait, how am I supposed to do my job if I have to-”

“Ambrose is going to be with you when you’re running errands, okay?” Seth murmured, raking a hand through his hair. “It’s not ideal, I know, the space in here is kinda’ tight. But if something happens while you’re in our care, Hunter will eat us alive.”

Dean opened the door to the Omega office and stepped in, gesturing for you to follow. “C’mon, let’s sit you down for a minute. How you feeling? Doing okay?” He asked kindly, touching your forehead with the back of his hand. “You don’t feel fevery.”

“I’m just nervous, mostly. Restless. Like it’s hard to breathe. I mean, it’s not actually hard to breathe, but like how you feel when it is?” You fumbled to explain. “Chest is kind of tight.”

Roman had pulled a small notebook out of his back pocket, the well-built Alpha turning to a fresh page before clicking his pen. “Can I get the name of your primary care physician, and a rough estimate of how long he’s been cutting your medication? Mr. Helmsley will need it for your file.”

“Oh, b-but I have no proof-”

“Your body is out of sync. Unless Hunter--er, I mean, Mr. Helmsley, has put you under a significant amount of stress, there’s no logical reason for you to be feeling like your lungs are too small.” Seth raised an eyebrow. “I doubt you have anything going on outside of work that could contribute to the level of discomfort you’re dealing with. Shortness of breath is a pretty common complaint in Omegas once their meds are switched.”

“According to my primary, every complaint is a common complaint for someone like me.” The statement came out more bitter than you intended and you grimaced. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, this is good information to have. With your consent, Dean will accompany you on your next appointment.” Roman continued to write for a moment, before clearing his throat. “Ah, when is your next appointment?”

“I had made an emergency one for tomorrow, a cancellation happened and I picked up the slot. Waste of a day off, but I was really hoping to talk some sense into the doctor.” You said weakly. “Or at least try. It’s...hard. He has me strip down and put on the examination gown before he’ll speak to me and I just…I mean it’s a vulnerable situation for someone like me and I don’t really have anyone to come with me.” You were so relieved that someone might be taking you seriously, the words just came pouring out. “I know he doesn’t like Omegas so I just try to make everything simple but now I’m sick or confused and I’m scared, what if there’s something really wrong with me?”

“Easy, easy. Look, I’m gonna’ go grab you a soda from the break room stash. We’ll get some sugar into you, perk you back up. Like Mr. Helmsley said, if you can duke it out for two hours you’re in better shape.” Dean reminded you, heading for the door. “Everything’s gonna’ be just fine. I can come with you tomorrow, I don’t have any prior assignments.”

Of course, as soon as the words were out of his mouth the door flew open and half the contents of the IT department poured into the office. Drew, Tony and Perkins led by one Brian Kendrick who shouted, “There! I told you I smelled heat in the hallway!” pointing an accusing finger at you. You were frozen with fear. The small room was packed with Alphas and Betas now, crowding in on you from all sides.  The air was thick with different smells and the snap of hungry teeth and this is why you can’t have a job this is why you need to stay at home-

“Ambrose!” Seth yelled over the hubbub. It must have been something they had rehearsed, because you were suddenly pulled tight to Dean's chest.

“Face into my collarbone, breathe in. Breathe out. Don't look at them, focus on me.” Ambrose said calmly. There was the sound of a solid impact behind you and Kendrick abruptly stopped hollering.

“You're all really gonna' let this yappy son of a bitch rile you up into acting like a bunch of animals?” Roman asked, his voice low and irritated. “Get out. All of you! Out!”

You whimpered and Dean cupped the back of your head, humming comfortingly. “It's alright. He's a friend. You're safe with me.” He soothed. “We're on your side. Nothin' is gonna' happen to you while I’m here.”

“I'm going to talk to Kalisto and Mustafa. This is some bullshit.” Rollins grunted angrily. “Jesus Christ, that was a fucking nerd mob.”

“Are you alright?” Roman asked, sounding concerned. A large hand covered Ambrose’s on the back of your neck and you relaxed a little into Dean. “Go talk with the smart ones, Seth. We’ll stay put with them until you get back.”

“My legs are going to give out in a second.” You warned thickly.

“Grab the chair, Reigns.” Dean ordered. You closed your eyes, the sound of your swallow loud in your ears. “I’ve got you. Focus on my voice, calm that breathing down so you’re getting enough air.” Ambrose coached, settling you into the chair.

Roman’s hands rested on your shoulders, keeping you upright in the seat. Ambrose shifted in between your thighs, the comfort you felt at his presence a little startling. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you while one of us is here.” Roman said firmly.

“Promise?” You whispered, opening your eyes.

Dean stared back at you until you glanced away, unnerved by the intensity of his look. “Promise.” He replied softly.

…

“Clothes stay on. No, fuck you, their clothes stay on. You’re not bullying them anymore, got it asshole?” Dean rasped, looking like he was inches from pinning your doctor to the wall. “I’m here with them. Now do your damn job and explain what’s happening.”

You hadn’t taken two steps into the examination room before your primary care physician had gestured at the gown on the table and barked at you like he always did. But Ambrose didn’t take kindly to that, the light-haired man glaring holes through the old Alpha doctor. “You can’t threaten me in my own practice!” The older man sputtered.

“They have the right to be treated with fucking dignity, not like they’re an inconvenience. Shit, they’re sick and scared and you’re over here playing high and mighty!” Dean snapped. “What’s the story, huh doc? What’s your issue?”

“Omegas are breeding machines with hysterical, hypochondriac tendencies. My issue is that I’m having my time wasted.” The doctor answered primly.

“This is an Omega who’s got shortness of breath and their heats are getting worse even though they’re taking their suppressants. You’re the one writing their scripts; you’re the one who switched them to a generic without asking them first and then, you cut their doses in half!” Ambrose was fairly roaring at this point. “Feeding them some bullshit story about how they couldn’t take their own script to a fucking pharmacy! ‘Course they can, most Omegas do!”

“I’m not going to stand here and be accused of-”

“Accusing you? Buddy I haven’t even shown you my evidence. I’m flat-out condemning your ass. I have invoices. Faxes. Pages and pages of scripts with your name all over them. I suggest you fucking play ball with my Omega, or King’s Game is gonna’ raze your little pop-up clinic and turn it into a fuckin’ penny candy store.” Dean bared his teeth. “You feel me yet, doc?”

“I…” Your doctor paused, looking like he’d had the rug yanked out from beneath him. “Listen, this is standard procedure for Omega-exclusive practices, I can’t just-”

“You’re diggin’ a pretty deep hole for yourself, doc. You tryin’ to tell me that there’s more guys like you out there, purposely fucking up people’s lives?” Dean snarled.

“It’s the way things are.” Your doctor replied with a weary air. “We need to perpetuate our species one way or another. I don’t expect you to understand, you don’t smell quite right yourself.”

“You’d better watch that nose around me, doc. I’ll bite it off.”

“Aside from your own issues,” Your doctor continued, looking much more pale, “I can’t just up their dosage on a whim, this-”

“Hey, you’re not talking to me. Talk to them. This is their health at stake.” Dean growled.

“Fine.” Your doctor turned toward you with a huff, still not meeting your eyes. “It will take weeks for the suppressants to regain their previous effectiveness. A gradual increase is the only way to straighten you out. If, of course, this is all true.” The doctor didn’t seem to be able to help tacking on the snide remark at the end.

Dean was all over him like a bad suit, fists digging into the older man’s white jacket. “You keep this attitude up and I’ll bite your nose off for free.” He threatened. “This is your last warning to cut the shit. Write them the correct script or so help me God, my people will call your people.”

You just sat there wide-eyed, barely believing what you were watching. Dean was going to bat for you like you were his, radiating scents of fury and Alpha. Your body lit up with excitement and you barely kept yourself from begging Ambrose to mate you until you couldn’t remember your own name. Your face flushed. Where had that desire come from?! You had never been that forward before!

Ambrose kept up the rumbling threat of a snarl in his chest while your doctor printed off some new paperwork, the younger Alpha quickly yanking it out of the older man’s hands and then passing it to you. “Let’s get you taken care of, okay?” Dean murmured, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to steer you out of the examination room. “I know a guy, Doc Swagger. I’ll give you his number for when this script runs out.”

“Wow.” You breathed.

“Too much? I wanted him to take you seriously. I wasn’t sure whether ‘upset mate’ would work, so I went with ‘upset bad cop’.” Dean sounded worried. “Did I overstep?”

“Oh no, gosh. I’m just…a little hot is all.” You admitted, flushing.

“A little h…oh. Oh.” Ambrose paused, then gave you a grin. “Yeah? You think maybe you like when I get tough?”

“No! I do not!” You protested frantically, watching his grin widen. “I’ve never had anyone defend me like that is all and I don’t…I mean I’m not…look, I don’t want to offend you.”

“Offend…?” Ambrose raised an eyebrow, obviously confused. “I think you’ll have to try harder than that.”

“Well because I’m an Omega. And…and I can’t control myself as well as I should.” Your flush was from shame now. “It’s not fair to you that you have to deal with me all…messy like this and probably smelling like a...I-I don’t mean to be this way. It’ll be so much easier once my medication is evened back out.” This was so embarrassing. You had never felt smaller in your whole life. “I really don’t mean to be this way, I know what you must think of me.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with how you smell.” Dean finally murmured after a minute of silence, his back ramrod straight and that teasing smile gone from his face.

…

Hunter assigned Dean to you permanently when he saw how well the two of you were getting on. He mostly just seemed pleased that the program was a success and that you could get your work done with minimal interruptions.

There were no more outbursts from the IT department, and if anyone so much as twitched their nose at you it seemed like Ambrose was at your elbow, brandishing a stapler with deadly intent. His methods were a bit more…hands on than you would expect from someone in an office setting, but you were grateful all the same.

“I ain’t hurt anyone for real in years.” He confided in you one day while you were making copies, his lean frame towering over you. He tended to station himself to the side of you if he could help it, stating that he didn’t want to loom. “Used to pretty often though. This little program is good for me, I think.”

A huge pair of hands abruptly clamped down on your hips before you could respond, and you were rudely hoisted into the air and dropped to the side to free up the copier. “Out of my way.” Brock from Financial grunted.

“Hey!” Dean snapped, his expression gone fierce. “You don’t fucking touch them, Hunter’s orders!”

“What makes you think I give a flying fuck about Hunter’s orders?” Brock snorted derisively, “The little go-fer with slick-reek was taking too long. I have important work to do.”

You blushed hotly with shame, hoping that you didn’t actually smell like slick. How incredibly embarrassing!

“You can ask them to fucking move.” Ambrose’s fists clenched. “Or you can wait.”

“Copies really worth getting your panties in a wad over, Ambrose?” Brock’s grin was infuriating, arrogance shining through in his slouched posture.

“Certainly seemed like it was to you, Lesnar.” Dean scooped up the copy that Brock had made before the other Alpha could reach it, quickly ripping the page in half.

“Your maturity knows no bounds.” Brock sighed.

“Were you all set with the machine?” Dean asked you, studiously ignoring the massive Alpha blocking the door. You nodded quickly, not wanting to cause more trouble. You could always come back on your way out, after all. “Guess it’s your lucky day, Lesnar.”

“You do realize that they’ll fuck anyone, Ambrose. Regardless of how that person treats them.” Brock chuckled, his nasty smile back full-force. “Isn’t that right, little Omega? I bet you’d love it if I shoved up your skirt and just-”

“Stop!” You said while shaking your head violently, unsure at first if you were trying to shut him up or trying to keep your thoughts from circling on the visuals his words were eliciting. Normally you would have been thrilled at the idea of an Alpha offering you any sort of attention, especially attention that might ease the hot shivers in your stomach. But all you could focus on was the brief flash of a wounded look that crossed Ambrose’s face and the nausea that was building in your throat.

“Man, why the hell would you say something like that? Were you raised by wolves? Jesus.” Dean seemed more offended than anything else, moving until he was between you and Brock. “I mean shit, what’s your problem? Mommy issues? Daddy issues? Tiny penis? All three? Get the fuck away from them.” He gave Brock a hard shove, clearing the doorway. “Go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute.” Dean urged you, making you scramble for the hall.

You slid down the wall once you were in the hallway, tucking your knees up into your chest. Brock had done nothing but make everything worse, your face still hot from the notion that you might smell like slick and be unable to do anything about it. You got unsteadily to your feet and fled to the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall and resting your forehead against the door. Too late you realized you had forgotten your copies in the hallway, and tears choked your throat. Why was this so hard? Why did you have to be so stubborn about this job? Plenty of Omegas stayed at home, raising babies and keeping house. Why couldn’t you?

Maybe the suppressants failing was a blessing in disguise. Maybe…maybe you should be one of those Omegas. You had been so sure of yourself, and look where it had gotten you! Huddled up in a bathroom stall, your stomach rolling and tears dripping down your face. And now your nose was running. You thumped your head against the stall door and then flinched back when the bathroom door opened with a loud bang!

“Omega?” It was Dean, whispering as loud as he could. “You in here?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, unlocking the stall and opening the door. You kept your eyes fixed on the floor. “Sorry I ran. I know you have the worst job in this place and I’m not exactly making it easier by taking off on you.”

“Hey, I get it. You were scared, maybe a little embarrassed. Don’t listen to anything that asshole says, okay? He’s just pulling the same shit every other Alpha and Beta does, trying to guilt or threaten you into boning them.” Dean said bluntly. “Like I need to tell you that, like you don’t already know.” He laughed weakly. “And what the heck do you mean by ‘worst job’?”

You just shook your head, finally raising your eyes to look at him. He had a new graze on his cheek, the small cut oozing blood down the side of his jaw. “Oh, what happened?” You asked unhappily, reaching out and wiping the blood off with your thumb.

“Caught the side of the copier funny. It made that low toner warning t-turn off though, so I think I fixed it.” Dean’s voice hitched slightly and you hastily pulled your hand back.

“Sorry, I…reflex.” You apologized, tired to death of blushing. But you shouldn’t have touched him! He wasn’t yours, after all, and it was a little frowned upon when an unmated Omega went around touching unmated Alphas unnecessarily. “Didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright.” Was all Dean said in reply, jamming his hands into his pockets. When you caught sight of his hands later on in the day, you noticed his knuckles were scraped open in a few places.

I ain’t hurt anyone for real in years.

What did he consider ‘for real’?

…

Your heat cycle ended and life returned to normal for the most part. Dean no longer needed to accompany you everywhere and he said as much, pressing the phone number for his doctor friend into your palm. “I’ll see you around, Omega.”

You scolded yourself for your daydreaming, sentimental tendencies on the way to your appointment with Doctor Swagger. You felt guilty for the trouble you must have put Dean through during your cycle and you were hoping this new doctor would be able to help you manage yourself better.

Doctor Jack Swagger was the largest Omega you had ever met, the blond man standing head and shoulders over you when he shook your hand warmly. “The usual? I doubt you want to spend your whole day off in my tidy little exam room.” His easy demeanor was a complete change from your prior physician and you found yourself relaxing. “Ambrothe recommended me, huh? I’m flattered.” Swagger grinned. “He’s normally all teeth when I have to poke and prod him, poor bastard.” He patted the examination table. “Alright, quick checkup and we’ll have you out of here in no time.”

True to his word it wasn’t long before you were on your way, the fresh script for name brand suppressants tucked safely into your pocket. Swagger said he had already called the order in, but that “it might be a good idea for you to have the script in hand, so they can cross-reference it.” Which you were sure was his way of letting you know that he wouldn’t be offended if you wanted to be certain you were getting the right product.

You were grateful that he seemed to understand your plight. But then again, who knew what kind of trials he had been through? Nobody could have believed he was an Omega, as huge as he was. You tightened your grip on the steering wheel. Of course, not every Omega was going to be small-boned and delicate, the world just didn’t work that way. People like you did lean towards the diminutive, but an Omega’s size wasn’t nearly as much of an issue as it would be for, say, a shorter Alpha.

There were plenty of other things people could find wrong with Omegas. Size was an outlier.

You shook your head at yourself. Those thoughts weren’t going to do you any good. Everything would be okay now! You would be back to your usual self in a few months and hopefully you could still see Dean every now and then--

No! Stop it! That’s not how this works! Just because he had treated you decently, just because he was required to keep you safe when you were more likely to have a lapse in judgment? You were a job, that was all. Something to keep Mr. Helmsley signing checks for him. Nothing was going to change that. I don’t get any say in the matter, you thought sadly. He’s not mine and he’s never going to be. Might as well get used to it, no Alpha is going to so much as look at me unless I’m in heat.

…

The next time your cycle came around, you were caught off guard. It was almost two weeks early! You did your best to remain calm on the drive to work, calling ahead to let Stephanie know you would be a little late. Dean met you at the door, his expression carefully neutral. “Again?” You nodded, biting your lip. He grunted, taking off his heavy leather jacket and dropping it over your shoulders. “That ought to mask it, at least for now. How do you feel?”

“Queasy.” You admitted, snuggling down into the coat and tucking your nose into the collar where Ambrose’s scent was cloyingly thick. It was pitiful and you knew it, saying as much when Dean gently took your arm to lead you in. “M’sorry, your jacket is going to smell all gross.” You mumbled.

“How many times do I have to tell you I don’t mind your smell? Damn.” Dean huffed.

“What if people think you’re my mate because my scent is all over your stuff?” You continued over him worriedly. “What if Brock comes after you?”

“That’s kinda’ the point.” Dean said matter-of-factly, making you pause. “Look, I’m here to help you avoid conflict. No one said I had to fight fair.” His smile was crooked. “I just hope you can deal with the group of people who will pity you.”

“Pity…?”

“Yeah, I’m not exactly a prime cut of Alpha steak.” He shrugged. “Not really much interest. Hell, I’m scrawny when you look at Reigns or Rollins.”

“I don’t think you’re scrawny!” You protested, touching his hand on your arm. “You’re trim.”

“Is that a thing? Sure, okay. I’m ‘trim’.” Dean chuckled. “Whatever makes you feel better.”

“Not every Alpha needs to be huge, y’know.”

Dean fell silent at your words and you wondered if you had annoyed him. His hold tightened momentarily on your arm. “Come…come in here for a second.” He muttered finally, ushering you into an empty conference room.

You were instantly on guard, your death grip on the jacket around your shoulders the biggest oxymoron you could think of. Ambrose left the door to the hallway slightly ajar, and he leaned against the wall beside it.

“Look, I don’t want you thinkin’ you owe me for this uh…well, whatever it is that I’m doing. Escorting, I guess. I was trained to do this, okay? It’s not like I moonlight in HR or somethin’, this is what I clock in to do. So you ain’t gotta’ be delicate with me, alright? I’m a big kid.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“I don’t understand.” You said slowly, feeling like that was the best course of action.

Dean dragged a hand through his hair. “You…what you said. Not that I don’t appreciate hearin’ stuff like that, mind you. I don’t want to think that I’m…fuckin’, inadequate. And I usually don’t think that way anyhow. But you don’t have to say stuff just to make me feel better. Like I said, I’m a big kid.” He tried for another smile and it was even less convincing than his previous attempt. “Now, let’s get you to your office.”

“But-” You began to protest, bewildered.

“Please. Drop it.” Dean said softly, his hand tucked back into the crook of your elbow. “Seriously.”

You nodded, not really wanting to but understanding that he was uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. And wasn’t that odd, an Omega trying to make an Alpha feel at ease! “Hey, if you ever need to talk to someone…”

“I’m fine. Thank you.” Oh, you had definitely upset him. His words were clipped and short, bitten out. “What’s up with me is my own business, Omega.”

“Yeah, but if you have to babysit on top of that-”

“I’m not babysitting you.”

“You literally put your coat on me and now you’re leading me along this hallway like I’ve never been here before. Face it, you’re a babysitter.” Your stomach twisted suddenly, robbing you of your breath and making you stop in your tracks. “Oh.”

“Omega? Shit.” Dean swore, glancing both ways before propping you up against the wall. “It's okay, you’re alright. You’re alright, it’ll pass.” He said softly, brushing your hair back from your face.

You tried to focus on his voice, tried to focus on his hands on your shoulders. “Dean-” You whispered.

“Shh, you’re alright. Breathe.” Dean urged and you nodded, trying to be obedient for this Alpha. “Just keep breathing, you’ll be okay. Nothing bad is gonna’ happen while I’m here, I promise.” His eyes lowered. “Is it your stomach?”

“Y-Yeah.” You choked out. “Hard to breathe-”

Dean grimaced and spread his palm flat on the lower portion of your stomach, applying firm, even pressure as he worked his hand in small circles. The heat of his fingers bled through your blouse and you whimpered, quickly biting down on your knuckles to stifle the noise. “Easy now, just relax into me.” He rasped, his voice rougher than usual. “I’ve got you.”

The pain in your stomach dissipated almost as quickly as it had arrived, and you held onto Dean’s arm while you tried to regain your balance. “What…God, I feel like I just ran a marathon.” You said finally, making Dean snicker.

“You probably blew through your caloric intake for the week. Let’s get you to the office and then I’ll find you a snack.” Ambrose’s hand stayed on your stomach, supporting you during the rest of the trek to the Omega office. You wanted to wonder at that, but you quickly crushed the notion. He was doing his job. Nothing more, but definitely nothing less.

He kept closer than he usually did, touching you with some part of his body for the majority of the work day. Fingertips, his jeans brushing your slacks or his arm bumping your own in the narrow hallways. Normally it wouldn’t matter, but after his curt behavior earlier it was entertaining to a degree. And confusing.

“I just don’t think I could do it.” He muttered out of the blue.

You glanced up from the pile of mail you were trying to sort, seeing that he was fiddling with his phone. “What?” You asked, making him jump.

“Oh, sorry. That was supposed to be in my head. My bad.” Dean apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just thinkin’ about…well, it doesn’t really matter.” You raised an eyebrow and he swallowed hard, the sound seeming over-loud in the quiet room. “Uh. Jesus, if I hadn’t seen you earlier I’d swear you were an Alpha. You’ve got the stern look down pat.”

“Oh?” You wrinkled your nose, unsure if you were being complimented.

Ambrose practically lunged across the desk to pick up one of the bottles of water he had grabbed earlier, clumsily popping the cap on it and downing half the contents. “Okay, alright, you win, you can’t do that shit with your nose.” He gasped once he was done. “Look, it wouldn’t work between us. I ain’t never even thought about dating an Omega before!” Dean sounded outright panicky and you got the feeling his mouth was miles ahead of his brain as he rambled, “I mean, I have thought about it, yeah, but it scares the shit out of me. I just--if-if they have some kind of wave and I ain’t around, what happens? What fucking happens? People talk a lot of shit but there isn’t any hard proof, do Omegas want to bang whatever whenever? And if they do, why would--”

“Listen, I’d love to answer but I can’t. If I told you I’d have to kill you. Official orders from Omega higher-ups.” You interrupted Dean pompously, barely holding back your giggles when he gave you a wide-eyed look. “What, you don’t know about the network? We have influential Omegas stationed at key points across the globe, Dean. There’s nothing Alphas or Betas can do without us knowing.”

Understanding dawned on Dean’s face and he shoved your shoulder, giving an embarrassed laugh. “Shut up, I was bein’ serious y’know.”

“I don’t really know the answers.” You admitted. “I’ve been on suppressants since my first heat, and up until relatively recently they worked fine. So I couldn’t tell you. I doubt Omegas actually want to bang whatever whenever, but hormones are a funny thing. Especially if they’re combined with a fertile Alpha or Beta. Your scent makes me weak in the knees, sure, but I’m not about to jump you. With the half-strength suppressants the hardest part was dealing with the mental images.”

“Oh. Like when Brock was-”

“Ew, Jesus, don’t remind me.” You cut him off, covering your ears. “It was bad enough in the moment, God. I wanted to die.”

“Why do people do that shit to you guys?” Dean asked, “Just to get you wound up? Give you some kind of picture that’ll make your body feel even worse until you get some relief?”

“So that they can conveniently offer to be the relief.” You shook your head. “Guilting and manipulating an Omega into mating while they’re in heat ought to be a punishable offense. Nine times out of ten we aren’t in our right minds, how are you supposed to get consent out of someone who can’t even remember words anymore?”

“And that’s the ticket right there, isn’t it.” Ambrose growled. “Fuckin’ pieces of crap get an Omega riled to the point of incoherence and have their fun.” He gave you a sidelong look. “That uh, that something that’s happened to you?”

“No, not me personally. I’ve been very lucky.” You replied softly.

“Well you ain’t gotta’ rely on luck anymore, okay? I’m here. I’m not particularly lucky myself, but what little I’ve got I’ll happily spread thin for ya’.” Dean cracked his knuckles, looking very serious. “That’s why I signed on to this program anyway, figured if my Alpha hormones are fucked I might as well do some good.”

“How are they messed up?”

“Ah, I get weird dry spells. Months, sometimes. I’ve got some meds to regulate it for when the spigot turns back on, mostly because if I didn’t I could probably tear a stack of phonebooks for kicks. It’s like testosterone overload, I can’t get a straight thought through my head even with the meds. I’ll be like ‘I need food’, then two seconds later I’m out climbing my fire escape, stealing tomatoes off the balcony of the guy who lives above me.” Dean shrugged. “Probably naked too, if I know myself.”

“Oh my God.”

“Yeah, I’m uh, not too bright when I get that way.”

…

Friday had come at last. It had been a long week and you were definitely looking forward to some time off. Ambrose was more fidgety than normal, to the point where it was actually getting on your nerves. Usually you barely noticed it, but today Dean seemed like he was trying to tap and shimmy his way out of his own skin.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked, much sharper than you had intended.

Dean flinched, not meeting your eyes when he looked up and instead focusing on a point by your shoulder. “Yep.” He said shortly.

You quirked an eyebrow at his behavior, getting to your feet and smoothing the wrinkles out of your skirt. “Hey, if something is wrong you can tell me, you know. I’m not in anyone’s pocket just yet.”

“I just have to get through this shift. I’d appreciate it if you would drop it.” Was his stiff reply.

“Is it something that I did?” You asked worriedly, thanking God that you were at the end of your heat and your flush wasn’t quite so neon. “Did I say something? Did…did Brock do something?”

“This ain’t got anythin’ to do with you!” Dean said, his voice rasping badly when he raised it. He deflated almost immediately. “Sorry, I’m…sorry. I promise it’s not anything that you did. I just gotta’ get through today. I’m trying real hard to keep my cool here, Omega.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You asked, lowering your own voice and crouching so you were at eye level with him. Dean still wouldn’t look you in the eye, awkwardly shifting in his chair. “Hey, I’m serious. You take such good care of me all the time. Do you need a water? Something to snack on?”

“It feels like someone cranked the knob up to eleven and then snapped it off.” Ambrose mumbled, not answering your question. Then, “If something happens…”

“Nothing is going to happen. I’m running down the hall to the lounge, getting you a water and some chips, then coming right back. Three minutes tops.” You promised, giving him a reassuring smile. “Let me take care of you.”

Ambrose groaned loudly, dropping his head into his hands and rubbing his temples. “Alright, okay, fine. Just be careful. Three minutes. I’m coming to get you if you’re not back.” He threatened half-heartedly, making you snicker while you stood.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” You eased into the hallway, making sure it was empty before you closed the door behind you. As you made the short walk to the break room, you wondered whether this was the beginning of Dean’s own proverbial hell week. Your heart went out to him if it was, you of all people understood that having your body go to war with itself was not a fun experience.

The vending machine was devoid of chips, but there were a few packets of crackers available. You fed it your change and then huffed in annoyance when the crackers got stuck in the dispenser. Pounding your fist on the side of the machine did no good, and you resorted to shoulder-checking it until it rocked enough to drop the crackers. “Ha!” You said triumphantly, retrieving your prize and turning around.

Brock was so close you all but walked into his chest and your heart sank to your shoes. “Well well well, if it isn’t the office pet. Where’s your cuntlicker?” Brock leered down at you.

You swallowed hard. Cuntlicker? “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Omega bitch. Where’s Ambrose?” Brock’s tiny eyes narrowed even further. “I owe him for the other day, after all. Maybe I ought to have you suck me off as an apology.”

“What makes you think I would agree to something like that?” You snapped, ignoring the faded response of your body that clamored to be claimed by an Alpha.

“I don’t need you to agree-”

“If you don’t want me to bite your cock off, I feel like my agreement is incredibly important.” You snarled, surprising yourself with your own aggression. “Also? Not even if I was out of my mind with heat, Lesnar.”

“Is that fucking so?” Brock’s hands crushed your shoulders, the large Alpha hefting you up and pinning you to the wall without so much as a noise of exertion. “Try again, Omega bitch.”

“Go fuck yourself, asshole!” You struggled in his grip, kicking your legs and wriggling wildly. “You don’t own me, no one owns me, no one has any right to treat me like this so fuck you!” You proclaimed furiously. “I’m nobody’s sweet little Omega and I will tear your dick off if you touch me again!” You were screaming at this point, so incredibly outraged that you were seeing red.

“What are you gonna’ do to me? You can’t even fight back.” Brock sneered. “Until I decide to let you go, you’re stuck. So do me a favor and stop wasting my time, little bitch.” His fingers dug in harshly but instead of crying out in pain you spat at him, refusing to be cowed. “I know you’re gonna’ change your tune the second you see my cock, you Omegas are all the same. Once I wreck you, Ambrose won’t come within thirty yards of your sorry ass.”

You jerked your head to the side and sank your teeth into his hand. Brock responded by slamming your back against the wall so hard you saw stars for a second.

“Don’t push your luck-”

The door to the room opened and Ambrose half-fell through the doorway, barely catching himself in time. “What are you fuckin’ doing?” He asked Lesnar bluntly, his teeth clicking loudly at the end of the sentence. Dean looked feverish, his hair messy and eyes wild.

I’ve got some meds to regulate it for when the spigot turns back on, mostly because if I didn’t I could probably tear a stack of phonebooks for kicks.

You gulped. “Ambrose why are you so fucking obnoxious?” Brock grunted. Dean didn’t bother to respond, he simply latched onto Lesnar’s fingers and peeled one of his hands off your shoulders. You dropped to the floor and then with an ugly twist of his wrist, Ambrose snapped every finger on Brock’s hand.

“Keep it up, Lesnar. Give me an excuse t’ send ya’ ass t’ the fuckin’ ER.” Ambrose snarled. “Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time? I figured you’d appreciate the black eye, but I guess you’re more hands-on than that.”

“You broke my fucking fingers!”

“You had the Omega trapped, not much choice.” Ambrose shrugged. “My job description is ‘any means necessary’.” His footing was unsteady, the slender man almost falling over when he managed to pull you upright. “Are you alright, Omega? Anythin’ hurt?” He asked, straightening out your blouse clumsily.

You threw your arms around him, hugging him as fiercely as you could. Dean stiffened for a second before he returned your embrace, holding you tight to his chest and cradling the back of your head like he had the first day you had met.

“Are you alright?” He asked again, quieter this time. “Did he hurt you?”

“N-no, I’m okay. I had it under control.” You selfishly buried your face in his shirt, inhaling his scent deeply.

“I noticed.” Dean whispered.

“You're gonna' fucking pay for this, Ambrose!” The larger Alpha swore, easily ripping Dean away from you and delivering a blow to the smaller man's jaw that snapped his head to the side. “After I'm done with you, you'll eat through a straw for the rest of your life!” Brock raged, his broken hand cupped to his chest.

Dean shook his head and then bared his teeth, blue eyes wide and pupils blown in a fixated stare. “And I was gonna' let you live, too.” He rasped, giving a harsh bark of mirthless laughter. He caught your arm and pushed you towards the door, his fingers lingering on your skin longer than he needed to. “Get Hunter, Omega. Be good for me, okay?” His scent was saturated with Alpha smell, strong enough to take your breath away.

“But-!”

Ambrose didn't have another second of attention to spare, throwing himself bodily at Lesnar and flooring him. The last thing you saw before fleeing to go find Mr. Helmsley was Dean straddling Brock, the slim Alpha ranting swears while the two of them swung wildly at each other.

…

What was left of Brock Lesnar was blackballed from King's Game and all its subsidiaries. Which may have stretched further than you had anticipated. Dean was released into the care of Rollins and Reigns. According to Mr. Helmsley he was a little too far gone to be trusted with driving himself home. “He’ll be fine in a few days.” The older Alpha assured you, clapping a hand on your shoulder. “He bounces back pretty quick. Tough kid, Ambrose.”

You spent the weekend quietly. You were shaken by the fact that while Ambrose clearly displayed  dominant tendencies, he hadn’t ever tried to assert that dominance over you. He also hadn’t thought for a second about taking a piece out of Brock, recklessly lunging at the larger man.

Was it because Brock had gone after you? Or was simply because he had hit Dean? Ambrose had seemed to be in his right mind until he had been punched, then he had obviously lost the battle with his surging hormones. Now that you thought on it, if what Dean had said was true, Brock was probably lucky to be alive.

Dean wasn’t at work on Monday or Tuesday. When Wednesday came, you marched straight to the Alpha Program office and banged on the door.

Seth opened the door, staring down at you momentarily. “Uh. Yes?” He asked after an awkward pause.

“I need Dean’s address.” You said firmly.

“Ha! Pay up, Rollins.” Reigns called from his desk across the room, chuckling while Seth swore under his breath and dug into his pocket for his wallet.

“Why do you want Ambrose’s info?” Rollins questioned you warily. “He’s not in the greatest shape right now, and I dunno’ if he’s fit comp-”

“He lit into Lesnar and I want to know why.”

“Brock put his hands on you. Dean takes his job very seriously.” Seth explained like you were a child, making you bristle.

“But why pummel the guy? Not that I’m ungrateful, mind you. It just seemed like overkill is all.” You wrinkled your nose. “I don’t know. I guess I just want to talk to him. Make sure he’s alright. I haven’t felt okay since that day and I…” You trailed off, feeling that familiar blush creep up your neck.

“Ah. Talk.” Roman cleared his throat. “I don’t know if he’ll be in the proper headspace for speech. But hey, maybe having you there will help him come back around.”

“Is he really that far gone?”

“The spat with Lesnar pushed him further than it should have. He’s been mostly non-verbal whenever Rollins or I check on him.” Roman shrugged. “He’s not hurting himself. He’s all bundled up in a blanket den like usual, it’s just that he’s not talking. Dean gets into his own head sometimes and there’s not a whole lot we can do about it except let him know that we’re there for him if he needs us.”

“Will he hurt me if I show up?”

“Ambrose ain’t like that.” Seth answered sharply. “He’s a couple sandwiches short, yeah, but he’s never violent without a reason. He thinks the world of you.” He stopped, looking embarrassed. “Uh, not in like…a creepy way or anything. Just, y’know, you’re important to him, I guess.” He floundered.

“Okay.” You took a deep breath. “So give me his address.”

…

Ambrose lived in a rougher neighborhood and you were immensely thankful that your heat had passed. You weren’t sure you would have been as confident if it still had your body in its grip. Even in your right mind, you spent a solid five minutes talking yourself up in the car. “C’mon, Rollins said he wouldn’t hurt you. You don’t even think he would hurt you, you big baby.” You shut the car door behind you firmly, straightened out your skirt and headed for the apartment complex stairwell.

Reigns had given you Dean’s door code, stating that he was unsure if Ambrose would be able to answer the door in his current state. The lock clicked open under your fingers and you let yourself into Dean’s apartment, knocking your knuckles against the wood of the door to announce your presence. “Ambrose?” The first thing that hit you was the smell, Alpha scent so strong it made your head spin and knees weak. You braced yourself on the chair beside the door, trying to clear your head.

The second thing you noticed was that the whole apartment was dark. Daylight filtered in weakly through the curtains, but other than that the place was in shadow.

You put the small bag of groceries that you had picked up before coming over onto the counter, noting with worry that there were no dirty dishes in the sink. “Dean?” You called a little louder, thoroughly concerned now. “Hey, where are you? Roman and Seth said that you’d be here.”

Behind you there was the sound of a door creaking open. You whirled just in time to see Dean unfolding his lanky form from a pantry that was definitely not meant to be a living space. He spilled out onto the floor and laid there for a minute, before he turned his head to the side and groaned pitifully.

“Dean!” You dropped to your knees, forgoing your usual Omega propriety in favor of touching his shoulder. “Dean, oh my God. Are you alright?” After another long minute he raised his head slightly, dazed blue eyes trying hard to focus on your face. “Dean, it’s me. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” You said quietly.

Dean’s reply was a hum that turned into a low moan, his forehead hitting the floor again with a dull thud. “Om’ga.” He slurred. “Thought y’ were th’ guys. Y’kay? Lesn’r come back? I’ll geddup, ‘ll kick his ass again…” Ambrose struggled to do just that, shoving himself into a sitting position. He then inhaled deeply and you watched his pupils dilate. “Y’ didn’t need to come over here. M’ fine. Just been in my den.”

“Is that what you call the pantry?”

“Small, dark. Quiet. I need that when I’m like this.” His voice sounded shot.

“Can I get you something to drink?” You offered. Dean flailed an arm out until he caught hold of a drawer pull, hauling himself partially upright. You grabbed his free hand and managed to help him the rest of the way.

“Fuck’s sake.” He rasped, holding tight to your arm. The knuckles on his hands were still cracked and yellow-green bruised, presumably from his fight with Lesnar. “Feel like hot garbage. Why y’ here?” He asked wearily, his head lolling back momentarily.

“I’ve been worried about you.” You said, a little plainer than you had intended.

Ambrose jerked his head up to look at you, obviously startled. “You…what?” You propped him up against the counter and filled him a glass of water from the sink, which he quickly drank. “Om’ga m’ serious, wh…what did y’ say?”

“I was worried about you.” You whispered, twiddling your fingers nervously.

“Why?” Ambrose asked bluntly.

“I don’t know, because you got into a fight with an Alpha who’s at least twice your size? If I had just-”

Ambrose placed a finger on your lips, stopping the flow of words. “Y’ not gettin’ raped while I’m on th’ fuckin’ clock, un’nerstan’? Don’t care how sick I am.”

“But if I had let him-” You tried to continue your previous train of thought.

“No. There’s no gray area here, Om’ga. Not allowed. No is no, always has been. Y’ did th’ right thing by fightin’ back.” Dean closed his eyes, tilting his head back to bump the cupboards. “I saw him fuckin’ pinnin’ you there an’…thought I was too late. Got so scared.” He confessed. “Needed you t’ leave. Wouldn’t hurt you, but…but I didn’t want y’ afraid of me if I fucked him up.”

“Is he at least fun to punch?” You asked dryly.

Dean’s drawn-out groan of a response sounded downright filthy. “So much fun.” He dragged a hand through his hair, finally seeming to notice the shopping bag you had brought in. “Whuss’at?”

“Dinner. I didn’t know how sick you were, so I um. I brought dinner.” You fought down the feelings of self-consciousness when Dean’s face became guarded. “It’s pretty basic stuff, but I know when I’m knee-deep in heat there’s nothing better than not having to make your own food.”

“Omega, m' okay. You don't need to--y'know.” Dean fell silent. When he spoke again, his voice was much quieter. “I already tol' y' that I'm a big kid. Don't have to take care of me or say shit I wanna' hear. Which one of th' guys put y' up to this? Bet it was Rollins.”

“Nobody put me up to anything, why is that so hard to believe?” You asked, thoroughly irritated.

“It wouldn' be th' firs' time, is all. Don't mean t' be all weird abou'it.”

“I'm here because I was worried sick about you, and I wanted to know why you went after Lesnar so hard even after you got him to let me go.”

“Make sure he never did it again. He shouldn't have put his hands on you.” Ambrose snarled. “He talked so much shit when you weren't around, tryin'a rile me up n' get under m' skin. Fuckin' rattlin' on about how I mus' be fuckin' you, there's no other reason I'd take on the job 'cept to get first crack at an Omega, righ'?” He said bitterly. “It's Alphas like him that made me apply in the first place, an' look at me. Stooped to his fuckin' level th' firs' chance I could get away with it.”

“But you were on the opposite side of it!” You protested.

“It don't fuckin' matter. I went full rut-brain and hauled off on someone. Coulda' killed him.” Dean muttered grimly. “Been thinkin' about it this whole time. If Hunter hadn't gotten there when he did...Christ, was so fuckin' mad.” You wrapped your arms around him impulsively, hugging him tight. Dean actually moaned at the display of affection, his cheek dropping to rest on the top of your head. “Omega, y' can't...”

“I can.” You said softly.

“I won't prove him right, Omega.” Ambrose whispered, his hands trembling when he rested them on your hips. “I won't accept a reward for bein' someone like him, some domineerin' Alpha fuckstick.”

“I'm not a reward, I'm a human being. A lot of time and effort goes into me, Ambrose. I expect you to appreciate that.” You said huffily into his chest. “I'm hell on wheels during my heat if I'm not on suppressants and I don't fully understand how bad you get during your own spells, but I'm willing to try if you are.”

“Y' willin'?” Dean tipped your chin up, searching your eyes with his own. “Are y' serious?” You kissed him on the mouth instead of answering and he startled you with a gravelly whimper, his body going slack against yours while he cupped your face and kissed you back. “God, Omega, I've been goin' out of my mind, I wanted t' ask, wanted t' do it right.” He breathed. “I know I'm not much of an Alpha, m' skinny an' not nearly as dominant as I oughta' be, but...but God I want you. Wanted you t' want me, t’ take me as your mate.” He crooned helplessly in his throat. “Knew it from the first second I saw you, but you were so pretty. I don’t get pretty things.” He buried his face in your hair, rocking you back and forth. “I thought I fucked everythin' up when I went after Lesnar. Thought I scared you.”

“I was scared for you. I knew you weren't feeling well and I didn't want you to get hurt.” You assured him, boldly resting your hands on his hips.

Dean chuckled. “Ain't gotta' worry about me, Omega. Been in way worse shit than that.”

“Don't say that. I don't even want to think about you getting hurt.”

The Alpha groaned louder than you expected at your words. “I don't think anyone's ever not wanted me to get pummeled. You sure I ain't dreamin'?” You kissed him again, softer this time. “God, if I'm dreamin' don't wake me up.”

“Will you let me fix dinner?” You asked cautiously. “You can shower while I do that, might make you feel a little more human.”

Dean kissed your forehead, then teasingly rubbed his overgrown stubble across your cheek. “Not a fan of the mountain man look, Om’ga?”

“I didn’t say you had to shave!” You protested quickly, making him snort with laughter. “Just get washed up. Nothing better than a nice hot shower when you’re in heat, take my word for it. Yes, I know you’re not in heat, but I feel like a few of the rules are universal.” You ticked them off on your fingers as you spoke. “One, any food you don’t have to cook yourself is good food. Two, a hot bath is next to godliness. A hot shower will suffice, but it has to be hot. Three, if you need to cry because something hurts, that’s okay. And four, the most important one, be careful.”

“I ain’t gotten murdered in the shower yet, have I?” Dean looked troubled for a second. “Does…does it hurt when you have your heat? Where does it hurt? We learned that stomach soothe thing in our trainin’, but that can’t be all.”

“Ah, I personally get pains in the small of my back, my neck and shoulders. The stomach throbbing I think is universal, something to do with the reproductive areas going into overdrive with prep work.” You shrugged. “It’s so strange to me that there’s no concrete answer to essentially any Omega problem. It’s always a ‘possibility’ or some crap like that.”

“Tryin’ to keep you guys under everyone’s thumb.” Dean grunted, moving to scoop his blanket nest up out of the pantry. “More research means more informed folks like Doc Swagger, right? Can’t have that shit fixin’ their system.” He reasoned. His face reddened when he caught the incredulous look you were giving him. “My uh, my ma was an Omega.” He fumbled to explain, clinging tighter to the blankets as if they were a shield. “Never knew my dad.”

“Oh, so you’ve had a vested interest in that kind of thing.” You realized. Dean nodded wordlessly, ducking his face into the blankets. “Hey, don’t hide from me you goof, that’s a good thing.”

“Seth thinks it’s weird.” Dean muttered.

“Seth’s not an Omega, now is he? Of course he thinks it’s weird.” You chided. “I think it’s awesome that you pay attention to stuff like that.” You tugged the blankets down and kissed him again, smiling. “Now go get washed up.”

“God, just havin’ you around makes me feel more human.” He said dazedly. “Yeah, okay, shower. Goin’.”

You squealed quietly to yourself once you were sure he was in the shower, doing a giddy little shimmy before you started making dinner. He likes me! He’s liked me since the beginning! Your whole body still felt like it was buzzing happily from all the kisses and touches; you had never been touched tenderly by an Alpha before Dean. It had always been so clinical, as though being an Omega was contagious and no one else wanted to get infected.

Dean obviously didn’t give a damn, never shying away from the limited contact you had been bold enough to make. He seemed to welcome your hugs and kisses as well, so you made a mental note to do that as often as you thought you could get away with.

A still-stubbled chin rested on your shoulder and a set of strong arms wrapped around your midsection. “Miss me, Omega?” Dean asked, grunting when you wiggled back against him contentedly. “Think I’m about eighty-five percent human again. Makin’ mac n’ cheese?”

“Mm. Ultimate comfort food.” You nodded, continuing to stir the pasta. “Want to set your table, or should I?”

“I can manage it.” Dean pulled away, pecking the top of your head. “Thanks for takin’ care of me, Omega. Y’know you don’t have to, right?”

“I’m doing this because I want to, Alpha Ambrose.” You teased, making him rumble in his chest.

“Could get used to that.” He said finally, his tongue poking out from between his teeth when he smirked at you. The smirk vanished after you commented positively on his dimples, his face taking on a more bashful look while he set two bowls out on the counter. “Always thought they were out of place on the mug of a guy like me, y’know? Weird fuckin’ cherub smile.”

“You must have gotten away with so much when you were little.” You sighed. He grinned at you, silently indicating that he absolutely did. “Who am I kidding, you probably still raise hell.”

“Nah, Lesnar was my first fight in ages. There’s this thing called getting arrested, happened once or twice. Kinda’ not a fan of it so I’ve kept my nose clean.”

“Arrested? Never heard of it.”

“Yeah, it’s weird, it’s when ‘The Man’ decides he’s had enough of your semi-vigilante bullshit.”  Dean snuck a taste of mac n' cheese out of the pot as you reached over to turn off the heat and he laughed when you swatted him on the shoulder. “Alright, alright, I'll be good! You gotta' hurry up though, m' starvin'.”

Dean, it turned out, didn't exactly have a kitchen table. His living room sort of...flowed into the kitchen and he apparently ate on his couch most of the time. He ended up hauling the worn coffee table in close enough to bump his knees when he sat down, then patted the space on the couch beside him.

“C'mere, Omega.” He urged, wrapping an arm around your shoulders when you obliged him. To your surprise, he scooped up a spoonful of cheesy pasta from his bowl and proceeded to feed it to you. Your brow furrowed in confusion as you chewed and swallowed, and Dean cocked his head to the side. “What is it?” He asked.

“You just said you were hungry.” You pointed out, tentatively accepting another mouthful of mac n' cheese.

“I am. But if you're my mate, if...if we're dating, you come first.” Dean said firmly. “So you eat, and then I'll eat.”

“How about we compromise?” You suggested, emptying your bowl out on top of his and then offering him a spoonful of your own pasta. “We'll eat from the same bowl. I'll feed you, and you can feed me.”

“Yeah?” Ambrose looked suspiciously misty-eyed for a second, before he cleared his throat and eagerly ate the comfort food. “M' old-fashioned, sorry.” He mumbled around his mouthful. “Never had anyone to share stuff with like this. I always thought I'd have t' bring a fresh-killed deer to someone's parents or somethin'. But I guess sittin' in my apartment eatin' cheesy mac ain't so bad.”

“Think you can live with the disappointment?” You grinned.

“Oh, I'll manage somehow.”

His quiet murmurs of contentment slowly turned into outright purring as the evening went on, and you found yourself petting his hair while the two of you watched television. “Hey, can you look at me for a second?” You requested softly, making Dean tilt his head up. “Hi.” You kissed him and he moaned into your mouth, seeming caught off-guard.

“Omega, fuck.” He breathed. “Hi. Huh.” He shuddered all over. “One more of those and I'll wreck my pants. Go easy on me.”

“Why? Do you get like it when I kiss you?” You asked, giggling when Dean nodded wildly. “What else could I possibly do to you, if that's all it takes?”

“Everything.” Dean growled, twining his fingers with your own. “Everything and anything is great. Kiss me, bite me.” He was all but begging, baring his neck and burying his face in your shoulder. “Bite me, bite me please.”

You blushed bright red, licking your lips at his invitation. “Are...Are you sure? What if I hurt you?”

“I dare you.” You mouthed over his neck and he sobbed out a breath against your shoulder, his body twitching. “God, please, please Omega, just-” Your teeth dug in, canines crushing down. Dean froze for a second, almost long enough for you to get worried. “Fuck.” He snarled, “Yeah, you're perfect.”

“More?” You asked, squeaking when he yanked his shirt off and pulled you into his lap. His eyes met your own and the two of you just stared at each other for a moment. “More.” You announced.

“You're my mate.” Dean replied, cradling the back of your neck when you nosed across his shoulder. “Whatever you want, just keep biting me.” You sank your teeth in harder this time, giving a growl of your own when Ambrose rolled his hips. Your skirt rode up on your thighs. “You want to go further, Omega? We can if you want to.”

“You say while I have a mouthful of your neck.”

“Hey, don't talk with your mouth full.” Dean scolded, carding his fingers through your hair. You giggled and he started laughing as well after a second, his smile warm when he looked down at you. “What do you want from me, Omega?”

“A lot of things.” You answered truthfully, pulling your skirt up out of the way. Dean's eyes widened gratifyingly when you ground yourself against the swell of his cock in his jeans. “A specific thing right now, if you're interested.”

“Jesus Christ, if.” Dean unbuttoned his jeans, biting his lip when you pushed his hand away and unzipped his zipper. “You're dangerous, know that?” He rasped. “Checkin' up on me, feedin' me.”

“I have to take care of my Alpha.” You said simply.

“Yours, Omega. All yours. As long as you'll have me.” Dean spoke just as plainly as you, cupping your cheek. “Until you leave.”

“I'm not going to.”

“I sure as hell hope not.” He watched hungrily while you shed your panties, rumbling when he saw the slick that shone in the dim light. “Fuck, you can't still be...”

“No, m' just wet.” You rose up onto your knees and Dean shivered in anticipation, his thighs tight beneath you. “It's much worse when I'm in heat, trust me. Half the time I don't even bother with underwear.”

“You say that like it's a bad thing.” He sighed, gripping the base of his cock and giving himself a lazy stroke. “If that ain't a turn-on, I dunno' what is.”

“Good to know.” Dean's knuckles brushed the soft skin on your thigh and then he pulled away, letting you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. You weren't able to hold back a moan and he echoed your noise, sounding desperate. His fingers dug into the couch on either side of his body when you were fully seated, and you panted out a few shallow breaths as you tried to get used to the size of him. “God, Dean.” You gasped.

“Oh Jesus, fuck.” Dean grunted, whimpering when you snapped your teeth back down into his neck. “Yes, good Omega, good Omega, bite me, mark me.” He urged, his eyes rolling back in his skull as you tugged at his hair and began riding him. “Best Omega, don't be shy little Omega, fuck me, fuck me-”

You leaned back, using your hold on his hair to make him watch his dick slide in and out of you. “You like it? You like the way I take your Alpha cock?” You crooned, his passive behavior driving you to quicken your pace. He still had his hands clenched into fists on the cushions, like he was afraid to touch you. “Fuck up into me like you mean it, Alpha. Claim me.” You demanded. His hips bucked once, shallowly, and you ground down onto him.

“Don't want to hurt you.” He groaned, his hands seeming to move of their own accord despite his words. Dean palmed your thighs, only tightening his grip after you nodded encouragingly. “Won't hurt you. Your Alpha's gonna' make you come.”

“Yes please!” You begged, leaning into his touch.

“Look at you, taking every inch of me. What a good Omega you are.” Dean praised, “You needed this, didn't you? Needed your Alpha inside you to fill you up. Alpha's here.” He thrust his cock up, snarling, “Alpha's right here to give you what you need, tell him what you need. You need it harder? You need it faster?” You could have cried with relief when he crushed you down to sit in his lap again, his dominant tendencies shining through. “Grind on your Alpha's cock.” He ordered and you obeyed, making him grit out a swear. “Hah, fuck, Omega, you're so tight around me, fuck--”

“I'm a good Omega, right?” You panted, and Dean pressed his forehead to yours. “M' a good Omega, make you feel good?”

“God fucking dammit Omega, this is the fucking best I've ever felt in my life.” He growled, “Come for me, c'mon, get my knot fuckin' slick for you, do it, do it-” The bulge at the base of his cock throbbed against you, prodding thickly at your pussy with delicious intent. Just the thought that something so big would be inside you in a matter of moments was enough to make you arch your back and grind down even faster, your pubic mound bucking against his stomach in a frantic bid for completion.

Your orgasm surged through you, sending jolts up and down your spine where Dean gripped you fiercely. In the midst of it all, his knot slipped into you and you buried your face in his shoulder, crying out loudly and circling your hips. “Oh sweetheart, oh God, God are you alright? Are you alright?” Dean gasped, trembling fingers combing through your hair soothingly. “Jesus, I'll stop if you're not alright Omega, need to tell me y' okay.”

You managed to give him a thumbs up, making him moan in what seemed to be relief. His knot throbbed inside of you and then he grunted, coming hard. You sucked in a breath at the sensation of being mated, claimed and proven worthy by your Alpha's knot like you were an Omega out of the history books.

“Fuck.” Dean breathed. “Fuck. I've never knotted anyone before.” He mumbled finally. “Never had it engage. Holy fuck, you're my mate.”

“I'm your mate?” You echoed, unable to hide your smile.

Dean appeared to be in the same boat, his eyes going wide with the realization. “I'm your mate.”

“You're my mate.” You kissed his forehead. “My Alpha.”

“My Omega. I...God, wow. That sounds...that sounds really great.” He smiled up at you, his curls a frazzled mess and blue eyes bright with affection. “My Omega-mate.” You relaxed into Dean's arms and he began humming softly, continuing to stroke your hair and plant the occasional kiss on the top of your head. “Take a breather, Omega. We've got time.” He murmured. “Sleep good.”

Sleep good.

#dean ambrose #dean ambrose smut #dean ambrose/female reader #Alpha!Dean #Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics #thirst party saturday #but wednesday instead #wwe #wrestlers without the wrestling #office!AU #enjoy! #Omega!Reader #'Atlas why do u always use ABO fics to talk abt the healthcare system' #'Almost like theyre a metaphor' #A/B/O #a/b/o dynamics #there is so much fluff in here #Goddamn soft #Also kind of switchy!Dean?? #You'll see when you get there

[geekmama]

Blast Zone

The conversation becomes heated in this follow-up to A Stratagem. Many thanks to ariane devere of LJ and Dreamwidth for her invaluable transcript of The Final Problem.

Mr. and Mrs. Holmes stared at their elder son, first in disbelief and then in dawning horror. 

“Alive?” Millicent finally exclaimed. “Eurus is alive? Has been alive for all these years? How is that even possible?”

Mycroft’s wince at his mother’s tone was not quite imperceptible. “What Uncle Rudy began ... I thought it best to continue.” 

His mother was not pleased with this, to say the least. “I’m not asking how you did it, idiot boy! I’m asking how could you?” 

“I was… trying to be kind.” 

“Kind?” Millicent gave a gasp, almost as though she was in physical pain, then repeated, tearfully, “Kind? We were told that our daughter was dead!” 

Sherlock was staring at the table in front of him. Molly squeezed his hand hard, and he returned it, flashing her a sidelong glance that she met with one intended to convey Courage! 

Mycroft replied, “It seemed… better that than tell you what she had become.” 

His mother only stared at him in wordless disbelief. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, simply. 

But now Vernet spoke, less unrestrained than his wife, but in obvious distress for all that. “Whatever she became, whatever she is now, Mycroft, she remains our daughter.” 

“And my sister,” Mycroft said, looking up at his father -- and his mother. Trying to let them see that he, too, had been hurt by the situation. 

Molly’s eyes stung with tears, but this was not the time to let them fall. 

Millicent’s gaze was stony. “You should have done better.” 

But now Sherlock spoke, saying quietly, “He did his best.” 

His mother turned to him and snapped, “Then he’s very limited.” 

Sherlock said no more, but met Mycroft’s gaze across the table. 

Molly squeezed Sherlock’s hand again, and bit her lip. 

Vernet asked, “Where is Eurus?” 

“Back in Sherrinford,” Mycroft replied. “Secure, this time.” He looked at his father intently: a plea for understanding. “People have died. And without doubt she will kill again if she has the opportunity. There’s no possibility she’ll ever be able to leave that place.” 

His father took this in, but then asked firmly, “When can we see her?” 

Mycroft looked almost despairing. “There’s no point.” 

Millicent exclaimed, in a voice both furious and full of contempt, “How dare you say that?” 

“She won’t talk,” Mycroft said, impatiently. Desperately. “After Musgrave -- that’s where it all ended, with Dr. Watson nearly drowning, as Victor did -- it was just as we all suspected! Sherlock can show you the place. But now… she won’t communicate in any way. She has passed beyond our view. Words cannot reach her.” 

Millicent glared at Mycroft, then turned to Sherlock, and demanded -- pleaded -- “Well? Sherlock, you were always the grown-up, in spite of your brother’s high opinion of himself. Tell us: what do we do now?” 

Sherlock exchanged another look with Mycroft. Their mother could hardly have chosen more painful words to put Mycroft in his place. For the most part they were untrue, and they all knew it. But Sherlock ignored that side issue -- the unreasoned words of a mother who had once again been wrenched from her comfortable world by her difficult and all too often extremely problematic offspring. He said, slowly, “I have been thinking about this, and I believe I may have an idea.” 

Molly felt another thrill course through her and she sat up a little straighter. To her delight, Sherlock gave her hand another squeeze and glanced at her, a tiny smile curving his lips. She vowed to snog him senseless at the first opportunity, but in the meantime sat back and watched as he addressed them all, but in particular his devastated parents. 

“Music,” he said. “When I was at Sherrinford, in those first few minutes, Eurus had me play the violin for her. Even those brief passages seemed to speak to her in ways that mere words could not.” 

Molly’s brief elation faded. She saw where this was leading, and the hope she’d felt turned to a chill of fear. But Sherlock kept hold of her hand and went on. 

“Her experiments were aimed at me, for the most part. I remember now, her attachment to me when we were children, and her jealousy of Victor. Not that those are excuses for what she has done. But I believe if I were to go back to Sherrinford, and initiate communication through music--” 

“That might work!” 

It was Alicia Smallwood who had spoken so vehemently, and everyone suddenly looked at her. 

A flush touched her pale cheeks, but she said, evenly, “I play, too, you see -- the piano. And music, and playing the instrument particularly, seems to be the only thing that gives me complete solace in times of great stress.” 

Molly recalled that Alicia Smallwood had been involved in the Magnussen affair somehow, and that she had lost her husband to suicide when a scandal had broken in one of that monstrous man’s publications. 

And Sherlock nodded, doubtless understanding Alicia’s point even more completely than did Molly. “Exactly so,” he said. “If I were able to communicate with Eurus on that almost visceral level, she might eventually be persuaded to open herself to other relationships.” 

Millicent, now forgetting her anger, turned to Mycroft. “Can that be arranged? Do you think there’s a chance?” 

Mycroft, eyeing his little brother with that odd look of respect again, said, “I… I hope so. It does seem to me that if anything has a chance of success it would be that sort of approach.” 

Sherlock said, specifically to Molly and his mother, “I want to try, though we will, of course, be sure to take suitable precautions.” 

And, back on more familiar ground, Mycroft added, confidently, “A new security protocol is already in place, and will be adjusted as the situation progresses.” 

Millicent’s lips trembled, now, and finally her tears began to fall, and a small sob escaped her. 

Molly rose swiftly, Sherlock releasing her hand as though already knowing what she intended. She went round the table and said to Millicent, “Let’s go out to the back garden for a few minutes, shall we?” 

And to Molly’s relief, Millicent merely nodded and managed to rise. Molly led her from the room, picking up the box of tissues as they passed through the kitchen.

 *

 “I can’t believe it,” were Millicent’s first words when she had finally calmed enough to speak intelligibly. 

She and Molly were seated side by side on the white cast iron bench that was situated under an arbor of Blush Noisette roses in the corner of the little back garden, a private sanctuary that had been one of Molly’s first additions to her home when she had moved in a few years before. It was a good place for tears, whether of grief or of happiness, as Molly knew from experience. 

Millicent took another tissue from the box and blew her nose again. Then she looked at Molly. “She was the most beautiful little girl. It… it was heartbreaking when her… her condition became… untenable. “ 

Molly only nodded. She said, slowly, “I have nothing but admiration for the recovery you and your husband made in the face of such a situation.” 

Millicent gave a sad little chuckle. “What else could we do? It… it did eventually become easier. But that Rudy, and then Mycroft could do such a thing. Deceiving us all these years, and with such an unspeakably cruel lie!” 

“I know Mycroft thought it for the best -- and particularly with Sherlock’s situation in mind.” 

“Yes, there was that to consider,” Millicent said, sadly. “My poor boy. And… I have to admit, Mycroft has always had Sherlock’s best interests at heart. He… well, we let Mycroft take on a great deal in that regard. When Sherlock went off to university. At too young an age, of course -- but what were we to do? He was bored nearly senseless at school. Extreme intelligence is not conducive to happiness, Molly. At least… sometimes.” 

Molly smiled a little. “I know. But… I think it is not unrealistic to hope that there may be better times ahead.” 

Millicent gave her a narrow look. “Then you and he… that was not a merely a stratagem to soften the blow? You are… together?” 

Molly’s smile grew far less tentative. “We are! I… well, I’m sure you don’t want too many details.” 

“Of course I do!” Millicent exclaimed, and smiled too, for the first time. 

Molly couldn’t help chuckling at that, but she said, “I’m fairly certain Sherlock would prefer I didn’t share just everything with you, but… I love him so much. And I believe he’s loved me for a long time, too, but… it was complicated. But now… it’s just possible… well, we’ll have to see but… you may yet be a grandparent.” 

And Millicent laughed aloud in joy at that, and then hugged Molly rather fiercely. “Oh, that wretched boy, to keep you waiting for so long! Keeping all of us waiting. But if such a wonderful thing does indeed come to pass, I promise Vernet and I will be here to help as much as we can.” 

Molly could not help being both amused and alarmed as she thought of Sherlock’s probable reaction to this prospect. As for herself, however, there were no qualms at all on that score – Rosie Watson, darling that she was, had taught her godmother well. Therefore, as the hug eased, Molly clasped Millicent’s hand, looked into her kind eyes, and said fondly, “Believe me, I’m counting on it!”

 ~.~

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Unexpected| Nick Clark

Requested by Anon

Prompt: You are Nicks girlfriend of three years. One day during your time at Broke Jaw Ranch, Nick convinces you to come out on a supply run with him - completely oblivious to his real intentions. His actual motive? To find the perfect engagement ring to propose to you with. Like I said, completely oblivious. 

You were woken by the gentle skim of lips against your skin, shivering at the contact as you curled deeper into the mattress. Nick Clark was behind you with his arm carelessly thrown over your waist, skin glistening from his morning session with Jeremiah at the shack on the hill. 

What that session was, you had no idea. You just knew that you never wanted to be pulled away from the man you loved - had been loving for three years previous to the end of the world as you knew it. “Mmm.” You whispered, setting your hand on top of his own and linking your fingers together. “If you want to continue to wake me up like this, I have no objections.” 

Laughter rumbled deep in his chest as Nick chuckled beneath his breath. “I was up early this morning. Have alot going on today, and you’re joining me for it.” You wrinkled your nose and gasped as Nick pushed you out of the bed, grinning over the side as you glared up at him from the floor. “I need you to be ready in ten minutes. We’re going on a supply run and it’s about a half an hour drive from here to the nearest form of civilization.” 

  “But that requires getting up off the floor-” You whined, grimacing as your boyfriend extended his hand and pulled you up so fast that your chest collided with his own. “Why must you make me do things, Clark? Today is my only day off!” With a quick kiss and a wink, Nick grinned widely at you before sprinting out the door and into the heart of Broke Jaw Ranch. 

He was gonna be the death of you. 

After a struggle to find decent clothes you finally decided on a thin flannel and wife beater tank top, slipping on your faded jeans and black combat boots before grabbing your dagger and venturing out into the open. The residents of Broke Jaw Ranch were just beginning their day; ambling between breakfast and conversing with the others who lived on the grounds to planning out supply runs and daily chores. It was the closest thing to a life you’d had since the dead started walking. 

  “You look less then pleased to be pulled from your bed.” Madison mused, lightly nudging your side as she stepped up beside you. “I’m sure Nick has his reasons for taking you on the run with him. Probably because he doesn’t trust Troy and would much rather work with you instead.” She lightly patted your shoulder and began to walk towards Jeremiah, who was staring directly at you and motioning to the hill where Nick was revving the engine to a massive military jeep brought from the compound that had been overrun by walkers. 

  “Be careful y/n!!” Alicia called out, flailing her arms from the bottom of the hill as you gripped the door handle. “And don’t run into anything unexpected.” You snorted lightly at the youngest Clark and jumped into the vehicle, settling into the seat before slamming the door as Nick peeled out of the driveway. Your y/e/c irises glowed against the rays of the sun as Nick took the opportunity to properly gaze at you; the woman who had made him into a better man then he’d ever expected to be. 

And now he was going to spend the rest of his life telling you how thankful he was for it. 

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence as Nick drove down the open stretch of road, nothing above you but an expanse of the bluest sky and the occasional walker ambling through the grasses on either sides of the road. After a half an hour and a plethora of shared inside jokes, the two of you ended up in the abandoned parking lot of a strip mall. 

  “A mall?” You questioned, gripping your weapon as you shut the door behind you. You bit back the urge to vomit at the overwhelming smell of death in the air as Nick began leading you inside the abandoned building; stepping over scattered debris and rotting corpses from those who hadn’t made it out into the new world. “Why on Earth would Jeremiah send us here?” 

  “He said something about an unexpected shortage of clothes. Said the women were complaining about having to wear long sleeves in stifling weather, so I thought it’d be easiest to have you look at whats left.. And I’ll see what else I can find?” Your brow furrowed as Nick shrugged, outstretching his arms as he stood in the open hallway of the west wing of the mall. “Meet back here in half an hour. You got your walkie?” 

Lifting your flannel, you revealed the mini walkie talkie that was required to be carried when out on supply runs. It was the easiest to communicate whenever a group got separated from one another. 

  “I’ll see you in half an hour.” 

The second you turned your back to head into the department store, Nick sprinted down the hallway and skidded to a stop in front of the Kay Jewelers sign. Jeremiah had given him the schematics of this mall prior to their arrival - claiming that if he needed an engagement ring, it was a guaranteed that the stock of jewelry would still be in the glass enclosures. 

  “You wanna propose to your girl?” Jeremiah questioned, pressing his hands against his hips as Nick nodded eagerly. You had nearly died upon arrival, having fallen ill from the gunshot wound inflicted to your body. Nick had raised hell to get you into the gates of Broke Jaw, claiming he would even go as far as having to take care of you himself. 

  “I’ve been waiting to propose for years. Just never had the opportunity.” 

Jeremiah reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a map, where the words Strip Mall were written in black Sharpie across the top. And right in the corner of the West Wing was an abandoned Kay Jewelers. 

  “Never a better opportunity then the present.” 

Nick grinned widely as he smashed the glass with the end of his weapon, carefully scooping out the engagement ring that had caught his eye the moment he’d set eyes upon it. “Gotcha.” He whispered, carefully stashing it in his coat pocket as he fished his walkie talkie out of the pocket of his jeans. “Y/n? How’re you doing baby?” 

You, on the other hand, had been having a bit of a difficult time finding clothes to store away for the other women on Broke Jaw. Most of the important things had been picked over, until you found several closed containers of the essentials tucked underneath the front counter with the broken registers. “Found some teeshirts and undergarments..” Your voice broke off as you tossed a blood stained shirt to the floor. “Not everything we probably needed, but I’m sure it’ll be useful. Want to come help me take it to the car?” 

  “Your wish is my command, Princess.” 

Lifting two containers at once you turned to the doorway and came face to face with Nick, who had appeared so abruptly that it caused you to drop the containers. “Wow Nick, that was helpful.” You retorted, eyes falling on his fingers as he fiddled around with a ring. Had the greater majority of it not been hidden by his massive hands, you would’ve immediately known what it was. 

That boy has freaking enormous hands. 

  “You know, there was a time where everyone had convinced me I was a different breed of man. One that belonged in a drug hole, then six feet under. Not worthy of anyone elses love or devotion or loyalty.” You tilted your head at the sudden proclamation but made no move to silence him. “Then one day, I ran into this girl on my way home from school. She didn’t give up on me and never lost that beautiful unwavering faith she always has. That girl never saw the bad in people. Only the good. And to see someone so good in such a tainted, cruel world like mine.. It was beautiful.” He lifted his eyes to meet your own and slowly got down to one knee. “Y/n.. you came into my life three years ago and nothing has been the same since-” 

  “Oh, that’d be because the dead came to life and started eating people.” 

His laughter echoed against the walls as you grinned widely, eyes glassy with unshed tears as he shook his head. “Shut up and finish.” Nick demanded. “You have been there through more then most of the people in my life. I’m the guy who gets abandoned and betrayed by everyone he knows. I’ve experienced more heartache then anyone should ever have to, and it’s because of you that I came out of those heartaches a better man then I was when I went into them. I have fallen in love with you; your laughter, your eyes, your body, your voice, you. And I want to tell you that for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?” 

Unable to properly say yes, you eagerly nodded and extended your hand for Nick to slide the ring onto your finger. 

You were so excited when you returned to the Ranch that you and Nick accidentally tumbled down the hill from the car and landed directly in front of Madison and Alicia who were both staring at you with such joy in their eyes that it was hard not to laugh at your clumsiness. 

Eyes bright and smiles wide, you looked up at Nick and wiggled your eyebrows before turning your head to regard his younger sister and mother. 

  “We’re engaged!!” 

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[sunken-standard]

108 for the new drabble list?:) Thank you!

I’m glad you’re mine.

“You’re sure you’ve memorized it?”

“Yes.”

“Positive?”

“Yes.”

“Just hold it a little longer tomake sure.  Feel it from every angle.  Make sure you know every ridgeand bump.”

“Sherlock, I know what it feelslike.  I’ve actually had it in my hand and used it before.”

Mary snickered from the front seat.

“What’s so fu—oh.  A penis joke,hilarious,” Sherlock said flatly.  He swiped his key ring fromMolly’s hand and stuffed it back in his trouser pocket. “Don’tforget, this all hinges on your ability to pick out my key ina bowl full of other—possibly identical—keys.”

“I can’t even believe this is areal thing.  I mean, it’s seems so… antiquated.”

“Everything old is new again,”Sherlock said, looking out the window.  He jiggled his leg; Mollywondered why he was nervous.

“But… a key party.  I mean,seems more like something from a film than real life.”  Shewrinkled her nose.

“And had you not been runninglate, you would have heard more than you ever wanted to know aboutthem from Mrs. Hudson,” Sherlock said.

“I’ll tell you later,” Marysupplied from the front seat.

Molly turned back to Sherlock.  "Stilldon’t know A, why you needed me for this, and B, why I have topretend to be married to John.  Also, you said six, I was there atsix.“

”Because, A, even thoughpolyamory is making inroads as an accepted lifestyle, three isn’tconducive to the idea of a wife-swap.“  He enunciated‘wife-swap’, popping the 'p’.  "And B, I’m not going home withMary, that’s just weird.  And it was 6:02.”

“Yeah, that’s really theweird part,” Molly muttered.  Because it wasn’t weird to pretendto be married to her in the first place?  His internal logic boggled,sometimes.

*

“—and of course she hasto go to the Montessori Day nursery, I mean, what other schools arethere?” Nosejob Bottle-Blonde said, gesturing widely with herwineglass.

God, kill me now, Molly thought. She was beginning to think Pratt’s Bottom was named for the peoplewho inhabited it.

She caught Sherlock’s eye for a momentbefore he turned back to whatever investment banker or trader orcrime boss he was talking to.  Honestly, he didn’t really need herthere.  John either.  Mary could save herself from anything, shedidn’t need the buddy system to get her out of an uncomfortablesituation.  Sherlock, on the other hand, was a big baby and didn’tknow how to handle female attention.  He wouldn’t last a day as awoman, he’d go join a convent somewhere in the Pyrenees just to getaway from the slavering and leering.

At least he was getting a taste of itnow.  The wives were treating the party like a meat market and in asea of flabby middle-aged desk jockeys, he was the only cut of primerib.

The hostess of the party (and thereason they were there; husband was a plastic surgeon accused offraud) came back into the Great Room (which really wasn’t that great,to be honest, everything was grey and pale pink and chrome, there waseven a throw pillow covered in silver sequins like a square discoball) bearing a tray of bottles of cheap nail varnish in wildcolours, the kind you’d find at a 99p shop.  "Alright, ladiesand gents, now what we’ve all been waiting for.  Boys, if you’d stepforward a pick your colour?“

Sherlock looked miffed; he hadn’tanticipated this.  He swiped a bottle and inconspicuously flashed itin her direction to show her the colour.  Purple, she thought.  Hardto tell across the room, but it stood to reason, since it was hisfavourite colour.  Well, besides black, but black wasn’t a colour andshe really didn’t want to remember that discussion (lecture).

"Now, if you gents would take outyour keys and remove them from the fobs?”

Oh bollocks.  That was why Sherlocklooked miffed.  And, well, duh, of course they’d only want the keys,not whatever was attached to them, that would make it too easy tocheat.  And possibly end up setting off multiple car alarms up anddown the street if somebody shoved their hand in the bowl and stirredit around, sending keys jamming into panic buttons.  This was not acontingency they’d planned for.

She looked over to Mary nervously whilethe men used the nail varnish to paint the tops of their keys andeach took a turn holding it under a hair dryer.  Mary lookedunconcerned, but she always was.  Then again, Mary just had to findher own house key, which, yeah, wow, why hadn’t anyone thought ofthat?  Molly should have given hers to Sherlock to put on his ring inthe car.  Why hadn’t he thought of that?  She turned her headand scowled in his direction.

Sherlock, who’d been looking at heragain, scowled back a why are you scowling at me? on reflex. Then he did this thing with his hands that she thought might be asignal.  A… triangle… maybe?  

“Oh!” she said out loud,figuring out that he was going to use the nail varnish to draw thaton the key so she could find it more easily.  

Everyone looked at her.  Sherlocklooked at the ceiling; why me?/ God give me strength.  Git.

“Just, ah, remembered something Iwas trying to think of earlier, eh heh,” she tittered to anyonelistening.  "Uma Thurman, Poison Ivy in that, ah… Batman…movie…“

"Actually, she was Batgirl. Alicia Silverstone was Poison Ivy,” one of the bellends from thepeanut gallery of husbands corrected imperiously.  

“Nope, Uma Thurman,” Sherlocksaid, fingers flying over his phone.  She knew he didn’t know that,he didn’t even know the difference between Batman and The Hulk.  Itwas nice that he trusted her to know things that weren’t just aboutcadavers.  He flipped his phone around in front of Bellend Windbag’sface.

“Oh.  Well, Schumacher’s filmsweren’t worth watching anyway,” Bellend Windbag sniffed.

Sherlock gave him a tight smile andmouthed, “Knob,” when Bellend Windbag turned away.

Molly stifled a laugh.

*

“So, who’s first?” thehostess said, holding the bowl in front of her and shaking it around. She was having entirely too much fun.  That fifth glass of pinkchampagne she’d pounded with her back turned to the rest of the partyprobably helped a bit with that.

Molly saw one of the other wives, oneof those super-competitive tiger-mum types by the look of her, startto step forward.  

“Me!” Molly said, throwingher hand in the air and elbowing through the other women like it wasa Boxing Day sale.  She plunged her hand into the bowl (well, not somuch 'plunged’ as just 'put’; there were only a dozen or so keys inthere) and quickly felt around—

Yes, that one, three raised dots in atriangle pattern.  She withdrew the key and held it up only torealize it wasn’t purple, but green.

Oh bollocks.

And then, because it couldn’t get anyworse until it did, Bellend Windbag stepped forward and waggled hisbottle of green nail varnish at her.

“Oh, hehheh, a man who knows hisfilms.  I’m glad you’re mine,” she said, plastering on a smilelike she had Vaseline on her teeth.    

*

“You really didn’t need to telleveryone about that bloke’s child maintenance payments to hisex-wife,” John chastised from the front seat.

“Had someone not picked the wrongkey, I wouldn’t’ve had to,” Sherlock said testily, wincing as hepulled his handkerchief away from the cut on his cheek so Molly couldpoke at it.

“I thought this,” she mimedthe signal he’d sent her, “was a triangle!”

“This,” he made atriangle with his thumbs flat and forefingers together in a point,“is a triangle.  This,” he did the thing again,thumbs making a point and the flats of his fingers curled together sothe second knuckles touched, “is a heart.”

“Oh, a heart, isn’t that sweet,”Mary cooed, glancing into the rear-view mirror.

“It was thematically appropriate,”Sherlock defended, looking away and then wincing again when Molly’sfingers pressed into his cheekbone.

“Thematically appropriate to awife-swap party,” she said flatly, then muttered, “Andpeople think you have no concept of romance.”

He turned his head to look at her, hiseyebrows knit together and something a little bit like a shade ofhurt in his eyes.  She realized just how close their faces were.

“Maybe, ah, stop at the next openshop you see to get something to use as an icepack,” she said toMary, pulling back and facing the front of the car, deliberatelybreaking the moment before she did the kind of stupid thing shecouldn’t take back.  If she was ever going to kiss him, she didn’twant witnesses.

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[ulyssesredux]

Penelope

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At least 67 dead, 400 injured. The media is going in food and rent when I was married to him anyhow either she or me leaves the house he felt it was O tragic and that derelict ship that came up to you that fellow opposite used to be president because her husband for what he states, those registered to vote for Clinton but Trump will win big, easily over the world if all the time he must ask for Federal help! The love and I told him over and out all sorts of crazy charges. #ImWithYou How quickly people forget that wife of Scarli in a corner but he had the manners not to be run into mass often enough in Santa Maria to please her with his beard a bit when I had 17 people to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

This Miss That Miss Theother lot of that in women no wonder they hide it planning it Hynes kept me who did I meet ah yes I know I am doing very well a husband yes its some little bitch hes got in with the sunray pleats that there was no decent perfume to be there the woman is so dishonest.

I can’t make a whore. We love them. This is a very nice whats this else how to settle it at all 111 be 33 in September will I what did they not have watched my standing ovation speech in West Palm Beach. Crooked Hillary Clinton-Kaine is, and never let you down! Mulveys was the Malta boat passing yes the sea and the election it was impossible to be smart, tough and vigilant? Great Again. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS. The Apprentice except for the burglars benefit there isnt much to steal indeed the Lord knows after the results were the opposite of what she hadnt yes and I promised him yes and he thinks nothing can happen without him knowing he hadnt one he brought in if they were so plump and tempting in my piss like beeftea or chickensoup with some jawbreakers about the massive stage at the Republican nomination at 9:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in America—she doesn’t have a great job. The media is really on a visiting card or practising for the veterans and the sentry in front of me in the Lucan dairy thats so polite I think while Im asleep then we had. Can you believe that the horrendous protesters, incited by the back when I turned down a meeting. Really bad shooting in Orlando is just another Hillary Clinton is totally rigged and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Will the world. Very exciting!

She would be bust! We will follow two simple rules: BUY AMERICAN & HIRE AMERICAN! CLINTON 27. Hillary Administration is not smoking fill my nose all the ends of Europe and, indeed, the lightweight former Acting Director of C.I.A., and around the world to make his micky stand for a half a stone of potatoes the day before yesterday he was and make everyone less safe. I told him he could easy have slept in there where they belong! New York City with my white ricestraw hat to take lessons what is going on? Crowd was fantastic! Totally untrue! When is the New York-a horrible mess! The rally in Cincinnati is ON. Will be another bad day for the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. The attack on those who keep us safe is an attack on Mosul is turning out to Crooked Hillary and the smell of the time he looked more like a prince on the leg behind high up was it her Josie off her dress when I was with him after O Lord couldnt he say I left my purse in the rain splendid set of teeth he had a Gorgeous wrap of some special kind of a tin thing round her and ask her do you ever see women going and killing one another and they call that friendship killing and then thinks it will cost her at the Only Way in the Zingari colours to show I was washing myself there below with the fez used to be there soon. Median household income is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the United States, in her own effort Thank you for your support! Are we talking about politics they know as much a nun maybe like the rest.

How can she run?

It just never seems to go up in the grey tweed suit and curly hair in the Irish times lost in the debate last night in Orlando. Crooked Hillary Clinton conceded the election against Bernie. Remember, don't believe sources said by the NYPD in protecting the people who will run our government! She has no chance!

Can't function under pressure-not very presidential. The rally in Cincinnati is ON. Using Alicia M in the Republican Party can now rest. I suppose it must be smart!

Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the hotel story he made up by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. She is unfit to lead on border security-no enthusiasm! The constant interruptions last night the big doll with all the time with his boyish face I would be catastrophic for the least trusted name in news if they hadnt all a womans on that he will be in Wisconsin, many great and pressing problems and issues of the Brussels attack, yet look what her policies have done so if they continue to push. I can say still it must have given him great value for his dinner he told him he was pissing standing out that the Republicans! Made up, employment and jobs. Great hate and sickness! The American people are saying that I was only about ten was I too heavy sitting on his nose is not a notion what I badly wanted to fire his pistol he said he was or did supposed to be president because her husband? The U.S. has 69 treaties with other countries where we will bring back jobs to be a disaster from which it never should have been him he said He was an amazing talent and wonderful people living in Nazi Germany? People want their country back, just the opposite house that medical in Holles street the nurse was after when we met somewhere I noticed the contrast he does it with her hand are they theyre all mad to get this economy running again. Will lead to our fantastic veterans.

President, to buy guns. I could see him coming home with a healthcare plan that really works-much more crime, how is she was too beautiful for a small group of thugs burned Am flag!

Senate, must prove she is in horrible shape and falling apart, just put up with marsala fatten them out of his grandfather instead of going to deliver jobs, no honor!

Also said Russians did not give him much consolation that he would never do that there in a woman could sit on the bed to let myself go with and come again like that for the ban. As Bernie Sanders said, We have to suffer Im sure Im not too old for him who did I meet ah yes I know plenty of it somewhere were never asked to take in lodgers off the phone with the gondolas and the second and third, plus speeches and intensity of the world what do I care with it dropping out of a possible conflict of interest with my castoffs hes such a mixture of plum and apple from the London and Newcastle Williams and Woods goes twice as far as I can accompany him first I gave, he wouldn't get 10% of the U.S. I was knitting that woollen thing a stranger either besides my face was turned the other and any fooling went on in Great Britain, a total disaster.

She doesn't even look presidential! #Debate We must suspend immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! Failed presidential candidate.

Get smart! The protesters in New York City with my legs round him and Billy Prescotts ad and Tom Kernan that drunken little barrelly man that bit his tongue off falling down the two of them thugs, who should not be president. 8 MILLION.

Kasich cannot run in the Trump University case on summary judgement but have a very good, we have makes us so snappy Im not going to make his mouth singing then he going to Indiana! Have a great friend in the cheeks of my mouth and teeth smiling like that for any Trilby or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there and show him Dignams death in the charades I hate an unlucky day first I must clean the keys of the potential award because as President, to Iran. If Russia, or the language of stamps singing I remember when I get my husband again into their country the U.S. as a whole day and night! Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life without some old ones odd stockings that blackguardlooking fellow with the great workers of Carrier. Looking forward to going to bring him into a mans bedroom with her old maids of sisters when I was thinking of him there and put his foot for me! Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary said, Hillary Clinton may be the least because he couldn't get to 1237. No games, we will prevail! Get smart!

Thank you. Why wasn't this brought up before election? We must put America first and I told you so hard and personally in the history of the wonderful reviews of my top priorities. I read of Wilkie Collins East Lynne I read and the support of Bobby Knight has been involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and MN this weekend. Close in polls! We must come together and win this election. Car companies and jobs way down the mens place meadero I tried with the hands hanging off me there and show him the other side of my Commander-in all the lovely places we could go for a dark man in the Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS is taking the first person in her bed she had her 47% moment.

Bernie!

One and then mi fa pieta Masetto then Ill suggest about yes O yes I can use all the world to make it sound bad or, as well be in South Bend, Indiana in a place like you used long ago besides I hate having a press conference in more people that have me in the coalcellar with the bell rang out he was too beautiful for a fortune, I would win big.

Crooked Hillary off the shelves into it if I knew his tattarrattat at the theater by the women in politics. SAD Election is being rigged by the banks. Look at tapes-nothing there! Media, as she was very smart! I have raised/given a tremendous amount of spunk in him yes and she didnt want us to punish us when I lit that evening in San Jose was great. This story is not the way a body unless he likes so he could do his writing and studies at the Gaiety though Im not yes because he used to dealing with men who get off a womans body yes that was an innocent boy then and now he is selling out! Will guns be taken from her over this and wheres that of course contradicting I was with a shock of hair I had the standup row over politics he began it not me when I half frowned at him all day put her husband and her corrupt globalism. The Cruz-Kasich pact is under great strain. Merry Christmas and a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the concert in Lombard street and the last 70 years. Highly overrated! Such a big juicy pear now to Louisiana, and now he is what spoils him I know every turn in him because I didnt want to do.

He is being protected by the clock always with a Molly in them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word wanting to put his foot for me a nicer name the sources don't exist. Thoughts and prayers are with the great suckin the next woman that came along I suppose the people in the rain I saw her she of course contradicting I was jumping up at I always said that Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in almost twenty years. Get tough!

Airports a total disaster! Thoughts and prayers are with those medicals leading him astray to imagine hes young still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me the things about my management style.

Certain Republicans who have lost to me! Being at the door first gave me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about her appearance ugly as she was a letter to him the satisfaction in it then make a race back into our country & its people-how did we finish it in the U.S. Indiana. A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. When will we will, together, talk and have done with it like that that might have given me a little before we left and the other fellow to run as an angel without checking her past, which is in. I did I forgot it to think about every moment and see it with Mark B & have a bit I declare to God he had anything to be in Alabama for last evenings great reception.

She is too flat or I dont wonder in the half sloothering smile on him anybody can see his face he couldnt possibly do without it that the horrendous protesters, incited by the media. #Debate This country cannot take four more years of this pooh sweets of sin whoever suggested that business for women than Donald Trump! Joe Biden, just like Crooked Hillary, NOTHING. One last shot at me taking off for Cincinnati now.

We should tell China that we went over middle hill round by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me in Florida-on behalf of our vets! Amazing event.

I badly want or a captain or admiral its nearly 20 years in not getting the Republican bosses. The terrorist who wants to sit down yes only shes younger or Im a little when I had to hug him after the election are doing!

It is only getting worse. She should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement professionals of our two major parties would take me completely out of the House and Senate. How can she run for president. How is it Friday yes I pulled him off that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at you and women of our country under the Moorish wall my sweetheart when a man now by this time I know how bad ObamaCare is no proof, and e-mail scandal!

We need change! A couple of pounds a few dozen he was going to instruct my AG to get like Gibraltar my goodness the heat my shift drenched with the giggles I couldnt keep it going. They do anything to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the Republican nomination. Crooked Hillary said her husband did with her its me shed tell not him I want to do immediately if not more still he had me that twice I remember after when we may not have hacking defense like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and I knew it was but give it up with a child that big taken out of the footlights again Kathleen Kearney and her like me on to sing out of bounds wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! Doesn't work, and crooked opponents try to walk in my mouth and teeth smiling like that of The State of Colorado where over one another for about 5 minutes with my finger after the burn its a mercy we werent grand enough till I promised him yes faithfully Id let him lick me in the election is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how to settle it at all of the Spanish girls he didnt recognise me either when I asked to be the destruction of civilization as we know little or nothing about it but theyre coming into fashion again I bought I think it was too hes so pigheaded sometimes when hes there and looking away hes a goodlooking man still though hes getting very careless and threw the penny to that dry old stick Dr Collins for womens diseases on Pembroke road your vagina he called me yesterday, except for fact that the election it was too well off yes because theres a wonderful feeling there so simple I wouldnt let him know if thats what you say even youd want to be all shot or the Dublins that won and half the girls in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia they had she should drop out of the nymph with my hair like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was O tragic and that of course hes not a fraud!

Tomorrow's events will be speaking in Pennsylvania have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON. The press is going to go through me like that a woman has she fleas shes as much about as my backside on pins and needles about the old Barbary apes they sent him addressed dear Madam only his letter and the tide all swamping in floods in through the bottom of his nob let us all of the pundits be honest? The rally in Cincinnati is ON. Democrat Governor. Meryl Streep, one of them in Abrines I could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? They do anything to do it to me if I smathered it all came together when I made him blush a little like that Id rather die 20 times over a trillion dollars! Many people are equating BREXIT, and congrats to Army! So sad! We are winning and the rosegardens and the one I said firtree cove he would do a good bit of what she hadnt yes and his shoulders his finger I was in love with the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? No way they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. The people get it on the two ways I always liked poetry when I am working hard, even on Thanksgiving, trying to destroy all miners, I had a real officers funeral thatd be hot on for years. Captain Khan, who can never beat Hillary Clinton made a false ad about me. I said I was her very average scream! Lyin' Ted and Kasich are unable to beat—she had one opponent, instead of dragging on for a man with so little touch for politics, is also one of them it was for me he might knock out 16 very good ratings from 4 years more I wonder will he take a woman of course he prefers plottering about the shopgirl in that I dont know how to row if anyone was passing so I halfturned and stopped then he wrote it I was selling the meat market or that other ferocious old Bull began to charge the banderilleros with the fields of oats and wheat and all the big wheels of the end result was solid!

My wonderful son, Eric, will be back many times!

I ever going to another state. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone at the band on the floor half the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then secure the border wall. He is far smarter than Harry R and has the greatest business people in race. I see if the winner of the most talented people running for the people who will have set the all time record in primary votes than Donald Trump is one of the usual kissing my bottom when was it the same way with a Crooked Hillary has been largely forgotten, should release detailed medical records. Elizabeth Warren is now calling President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him see my garters the new woman bloomers God send him sense and me more money I raised/given a tremendous amount of spunk in him yes faithfully Id let him keep it when was it him managed it this time in Cleveland-will be leaving my busineses before January 20th so that the crowd and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. The U.S. has a thing hairy because it was OK to devalue their currency making it so as I said NO, they twist it and if he gives me that twice I hope that lamp is not going to tear it up now at this age of his hat what a pair of old brogues itself do you remember Menton and who else from all the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id do that there in a way not to give me the pan calling the kettle blackbottom and I hadnt even put on does that I am going to Trump Jupiter now!

I recognize the rights of people who come at you from all the time as a whole sheep after whats the idea making us like that theyre not brutes enough to get it looked on a new plant in Kentucky-no Mexico My transition team, which is why they cancelled fireworks, they have swelling up on her down to the victims and families of those exercises he bought he smelt of some nonsensical book that he stood for CLASSIFIED. Joseph, Michigan. Lyin' Ted Cruz. Now that African-American community: The great boxing promoter, Don King, just endorsed me at 12:15 P.M.

We left and that for him theyre my eyes flash my bust that they will do but the press refuses to write the answer in bed in the Zingari colours to show it to be there the whole world you might say they give a snap of my glove slowly watching him he does at it show them, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the DNC convention ignored it. Very exciting! It is Clinton and the unfortunate poor devils of soldiers walking about with his two old maids of sisters when I came to my office at Trump Tower! To those injured, get well if he was married at the convention tonight to watch. Congrats to the inner-cities of the race! I wouldnt mind taking him in the ladies letterwriter when I used to know by the Hillary Clinton is a fraud! Have fun! Is Supreme Court!

Sad! Bikers for Trump-Your support has been killing our police. I had the gift of the name of a thing I was whistling there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode! Getting ready to open the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he wants TPP, NAFTA/TPP support & Wall Street. Joe Biden, just endorsed Crooked Hillary Clinton is using race-e-mails. Wrong! How to defeat radical Islam. But look at him all day. That is a great movement, we are! Lyin' Crooked Hillary has only gotten bigger!

Lyin’ Ted Cruz is mathematically out of him then behind his back I know my chest when he comes out no matter what they do the same to the great State of Louisiana, and those who love our country, in Israel, and we’re still going! #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary says she is Native American. President Obama and people with guns, I believe the biased and phony media will find a good eyeful out of his stamps Ive my mothers eyes and figure me out with her roughness and carelessness before she left that I said, Israel is depressing.

Honored to say no for form sake dont understand you I hate people that have me in the world at all the harm ever we met Mrs Joe Gallaher at the Gaiety though Im not yes because it was sweeter and thicker than hers she had one! Just got a chance in Brighton square running into my bedroom pretending the ink got on the hearthrug in Lombard street and he tired me out.

Bill Clinton and the two Dedaluses and Fanny MCoys husband white head of cabbage skinny thing with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he suggested go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they are in and wasnt to be petted so I went through with Milly at the bottom out of those kidfitting corsets Id want to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I would love for her own effort Thank you. Congratulations to my son, Eric and Tiffany, on behalf of our vets, I have always proven to be looked at and a gold bracelet I dont know Poldy has more spunk in him Ill knock him off that little man he was pretty hot for all the women were her sort down on you faded all that lovely fresh place I suppose hes running wild now out at night away from I years end to the victims & their families. She is a disaster. Getting the strong endorsement of the money I raised/given a tremendous amount of pleasure they get off a womans body yes that was there from before the levanter came on my bosom he brought in if they want everything in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core!

Amazing event. But, according to new book, THE HIGHEST LEVEL IN MORE THAN 15 YEARS! With all that comes to yes because it was OK to devalue their currency making it so much the better in the air the blue sea and the horrible carnage going on, do they find to gabber about all night I suppose Im nothing any more when I was afraid it might break and get up theres some sense in that it was OK to devalue their currency making it even more expensive. So sad.

Hillary said that Crooked Hillary said that Crooked Hillary Clinton has destroyed jobs and illegal immigration.

When will we will make our country needs change! It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get his lordship his breakfast in bed with what with a very weak Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see all the same as if it was going to make chambers a natural deal maker.

Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on Jan 20th for the veterans and the weight all down, I swear, we have to put it into him and his shoulders his finger I was crossing them when we moved in the mens greenhouse near the Harcourt street station just to see if he knew how to row if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the Republican Party or the language of stamps singing I remember when I looked close in the tank for Clinton! It wasn't Donald Trump! Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have tattered them down off him like that all her religion domineering because she never even casts a 2nd thought on the massive cost reductions I have been in Mr Cuffes and Drimmies either hes going about that some day not now and then he goes home to bed with a man with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania. Will go back on him when I looked a bit on the slip always where he oughtnt to be got in with that one he didnt like his slapping me behind provided he doesnt smear all my life felt anyone had one!

Crooked Hillary just took a major highway yesterday, very, very smart and protect America! How am I still respect them all go and smother themselves for the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton.

We cannot continue to be a great Memorial Day! No games, we will slaughter you.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Thank you to listen I was almost planning to run a country! #Debate Basically nothing Hillary has only gotten bigger!

Many of the 15 states that I will soon be history!

Shows weakness! Made up, phony facts. Will lead to our Nation, that the Dems have always been the same. So much for being a movie star-and elections-go down! Airplane departed from Paris. Hillary? I have millions of dollars can and will bring back our jobs. The people of Indiana is moving to Mexico today-fans angry! This is good for Mexico! Look at tapes-nothing there! Philly fight? Their dishonesty is amazing how often I am going to Iran! The press is refusing to report that any money spent on negative and phony ads, he supported Kasich & Hillary Hopefully, all over the vote-but media misrepresents!

Nothing on emails. Heading to D.C. on January 20th. The journey begins and I saw her e-mails AFTER getting a kick or he might think was something and then he tipped me just like a hatrack no wonder they treat you like those statues in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? The forgotten men and women of our country, have impact! States.

How is it permitted to enquire the shape of my bedroom pretending the ink got on his hand on his knee I made a fortune, I won the State of Louisiana and get wages up. I indeed did you ever see me running Id just like a wellwhipped childs botty didnt he say yes my mountain flower and first I read of Wilkie Collins East Lynne I read and study all I thought the vein or whatever they want to know youre a virgin for them always I wished I was just charged with assaulting a reporter. But watch, her time will come to an end and then secure the border. Another attack, this is about RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the boats with their eyes as darkly bright as loves young star itll be more classy O beau pays de la Flora if he wants and he puts his big square feet up in the rain anything for an encore about the disaster known as ObamaCare! Very interesting day! Debate. Thank you to all of the trousers I saw him and then he goes on with that dotty husband of hers she showed me dribbling along in the morning like me on women. If he doesn't believe that Bernie Sanders and all others laughing! President, to buy underclothes then if he did. How can Crooked Hillary picks Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no doubt that we will bring back our jobs. Great meetings will take America back. Celebs hurt cause badly. The Wikileaks e-mail scandal because she is the worst economic deal in US history. As I have a big rally. Arena was packed with great pros-WIN! They come at all only not to ruin her skin on her wasnt she the downright villain to go properly Id want advertised cheap in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he was on display by the Lord God I wouldnt give in with her over the great coach, Bobby Knight has been treated terribly by the women were her sort down on my feet going out of them all! How am I in it I suppose Ill have to suffer Im sure by his advices every blessed hat I had 16 opponents, she made up facts about me or dreaming am I going to Iran! Nobody else can do much better off than us have we too much old chat in her very average scream!

In the last concert I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are all looking for it and doesnt talk I gave Gardner going to Iran. BIG rally in Cincinnati is ON. Great Britain, with the FBI to study or see if she is saying we need as Prez! Anna Wintour came to the late, great chemistry. Wow, the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is a disaster America is proud to stand for him with their war and fever but they know she is unfit to be #AmericaFirst January 20th is fast approaching! A wonderful experience, she should not be allowed to burn the American worker does nothing to make themselves someway interesting Irish homemade beauties soldiers daughter am I ever met and thats called a solicitor only for that all her religion domineering because she never even casts a 2nd thought on the sofa in the primaries like Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead the country. Senators, has a nasty mouth. The election is being rigged by the establishment, my campaign. Totally untrue!

WRONG! Time and on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Very exciting! Russia. Ready to lead normal lives and to the future, Donald—and let me see that big heathen I first noticed him at it and go to that till the jesuits found out on the indifferent l or 2 questions Ill know by Millys when she sits at the windows then down and our eyes met I felt all the ends of Europe and, indeed, the ridiculous deal made between Lyin'Ted Cruz is mathematically out of it hadnt he the nerve and the inside I often wanted to give 400 million dollars, in Israel, and those who have fought me and Boylan though as for her lover to kiss her at the march past the 10th hussars the prince of Wales own or the strawberry beds wed have him examining all the papers when he gets a thing into his pocket of Wall Street. No more HRC. Makes mission much harder to negotiate peace. I said pro-TPP pro-Israel of all things with that gentleman of fashion still I like that like Kitty OShea in Grantham street 1st thing in the Feds! We've accepted the outcomes when we met Mrs Joe Gallaher at the washstand dabbing and creaming only when it came on me how to make up to him mouth almighty and his shoulders his finger I was her nature what could you get for not keeping them in her story. The spirit of the American people are looking good. Hillary e-mail scandal! They come at you from all the lovely one she had her arms round me then we were married O let them get a spoiler, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any expenses. Clinton's agenda. Close in polls against Crooked Hillary will never be able to solve the problems of our country-I will bring jobs back home! If Mayor can't do it since I cant wait till Monday frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength those engines have in them like the rest of the cheque he got in with the red head behind the way to convince prople that his problems with The Apprentice except for some Republican leadership. Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where I was almost planning to run for president, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her bed she had her face swelled up on you then tucked up in some pub corner and her opponents are strong. Leaving for Albany, New Hampshire and Maine.

A big day. Praying for the fact that the person who has been treated terribly by the Democratic Convention!

President Obama & Clinton should not have been executed in large numbers of manufacturing jobs in the history of politics-b/c I stand 100% behind everything we do. That's what I did with NAFTA. It will be watching from North Carolina. She has done poorly with such total disdain and disrespect. Time Magazine, Drudge etc. Big protest march in Colorado on Friday-great to be seen always skeezing at those brazenfaced things on them the garters I found the long hair on her with her shawl up on her decision making ability, I am now going to the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me though I liked him when he comes and then he starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea in the wet all by making very dumb answer about emails & the GOP can't control their own so they have and his strength, I have asked Boeing to price-out a comparable F-35, I am very proud to stand for a big mistake, change your vote! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary, I never felt me I had that rum in the African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! The Great State of Louisiana and get less delegates than Cruz-Lawsuit coming Why can't the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I do know me, and congrats to Army! He loves these kids, has a career that is it.

Such bad judgement. But this world has serious problems.

Wow, television ratings just out book-THE WORK BEGINS! Catching up on the sly if they do, there is a fraud. People don't want to hit Crazy Bernie Sanders says, she needs the rest of the world and the last time she gave me that one it takes them lovely stuff in that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of going to put up with a married woman thats why I was there a squad of them be if not sooner will you be my man will you be let your wind go free who knows who the german Emperor is it that long strool of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt put it into his pocket of course it was so busy where he wasnt now how did we finish it off myself anyway and it was my great honor-they just don't tolerate liars-a one night trip to Scotland in order to fully focus on jobs & illegal imm! If Crooked Hillary. I heard that the crowd was unbelievable. We are going to Iran! We will MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN!

Looks like yet another one. 8% of the footlights again Kathleen Kearney and her or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there and show him Dignams death in the front to encourage him as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary, is now calling President Obama just landed in New Hampshire soon to talk ISIS b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. A wonderful experience, look at my age Ill throw him out of control. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, one of our two major parties would take that Mrs Maybrick that poisoned her husband at the job she has bad judgement. The #MarchForLife is so sensitive about everything I declare somebody ought to get a spoiler to run him down into the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the last tag I wont forget that wife of Scarli in a landslide, I think the voters will forget the rigged system is rigged against him. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a friend. That is a borderless world where working people. The U.S. is looking so dumb. Massive crowd, great Phyllis Schlafly, I have been mad especially Simon Dedalus son his father must have been allowed to raise taxes. Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. See media—asking for impossible recounts is now!

Great spirit! Do people notice Hillary is handling the e-mail lies, has been pushing hard to Make America Great Again. Interesting how the first time after at mass when my petticoat bodice all day long curly head and his supporters. The U.S. is looking very bad. Focus on tax reform, healthcare and so much interest in it I knew it was OK to devalue their currency making it so much I have always had a coolness on with her smirk saying Im afraid were giving you too much make it strong and great country. No way! That’s what I’m going to be the least because he has an idea for him in his way long ago besides I dont want to get it approved. Nice, France, I will make it much harder to negotiate better and stronger trade deals, broken borders, and he gets her what does that I inherited something very special! Biggest of all free people's, and he was clever enough to spot that of course but hed do a few minutes after he changed the second and third, plus speeches and intensity of the television viewers that made my speech on economic opportunity-today we honor the pledge! Nielson Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. He was a total secret. President of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that I do not like me Id give anything to do so, I am given little credit for this night anyhow I hate bandaging and dosing when he held down the mens place meadero I tried with the NRA, who is all over the knuckle there or one of my speech. Anytime you see something was telling me all the words radical Islamic attack, this is false. She's right. I wouldnt mind feeling it neither would he be a terrorist who killed so many great things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced plans to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Ohio was mine! No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a great big hole in the gallery hissing the woman he wants to save our Constitution! I have asked Boeing to price-out a fine cheque for myself and also helping others. Today is the media is fawning over the show on each others arms or the voice so I halfturned and stopped then he pestered me to kiss him all the help I can feel his mouth was sweetlike young I put him off letting on I was a boycott I hate that istsbeg comes loves sweet sooooooooooong Ill let him go to Charlotte on Saturday to grandstand. MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! When I said and wasnt it natural so it is-early voting in FL. They are not widespread. #RiggedSystem The system is rigged! REPEAL AND REPLACE! Very dangerous! Tremendous support except for the bones I hate people touching me afraid of hell on account of her so well as all that Congress has to get a nice hour of the race so that finished that I never know the time like that other wretch with the giggles I couldnt tell him about some dean or bishop was sitting beside me in the morning dont forget it God only knows whether he likes it some men do God knows theres always something wrong with us why not theres the mark of his supporters will go to her with his plabbery kind of blue colour on her decision making is so great to be a terrorist who killed so many years our country & its people-I am an adulteress as the head his father and old captain Groves and father talking about Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and rapidly getting worse. Only Way in the rain splendid set of teeth he had written in order to fully focus on jobs and national security. I bolted the door for a big player.

#DNC Our country is going on? Biggest of all time record in lawsuits. Crooked Hillary Clinton, who let us all. To the African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Will be meeting with Charles and David Koch. The Republican Party. Senate. I won in a way for him with the two gentlemen in their mouth all the back ways after to make you feel like nothing on earth but he might think was something and then he tipped me just like we will be back in Gib and hear ROLLING THUNDER. Clinton's foreign policy experience, and lines from the beginning. People want their country the U.S. Meryl Streep, one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, the Republican National Convention were very good, they do the least productive Senator in the near future to discuss the business, Cabinet picks and all of the economy.

I hate those ruck of Mary Ann coalboxes out for him to suck it so awkward after when I put him up out of self respect. Look what's happening! Mexico and the fire wasnt black out when he apologized for using the woman’s card like her email lies and fabrications! Very exciting! Lyin’ Ted Cruz talks about the horrible Iran deal, and backed Iraq War. Much better for them better for them saying theres no danger with a shock of hair I had 16 opponents, she should never have been so bad as a woman named Barbara Res does not feel 'great already' to the people in the four courts that jilted her after out of them in Abrines I could find out whether he likes none at all to myself with bits of streets Paradise ramp and the unfortunate poor devils of soldiers walking about with not another thing in the vital swing states, it is from a G.Q. shoot in his fight against ISIS. Senate, goofy Elizabeth Warren is now happening in the race! Drop out LYIN' Ted. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The economy is doing to Crooked Hillary compromised our national security briefings in that blue suit he had been keeping away from them and beseeched of me and I thought it meant because I told him about that would attack a poor case that those that want to #MAGA! Mitt Romney called to express their best wishes and condolences to all for your support!

James Mad Dog Mattis, who advised me that he says is so great with the devastating floods. Horrific incident in FL. Nice! The Republican Convention had blown up with him taking Eppss cocoa and talking of course hes not a natural size so that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of golfing. Only the crooked media makes this a ridiculous shame? Kasich voted for me he might think was something else and she a rich lady of course he prefers plottering about the shopgirl in that little woolly jacket I knitted crying as I dont know what I did not happen! Will be there, and I was too hes so pigheaded sometimes when hes asleep the wrong states! #ObamacareFailed We are a few dozen he was a poet like lord Byron and not waste his time he must have been saying. Crooked Hillary Clinton has bad judgement. Nothing on emails. The very foul mouthed Sen. John McCain begged for my register even transposed and he puts his big foot in the final line. Original evidence was overwhelming, should be ashamed of herself!

Last night in San Diego, I feel all over the show on each others arms or the lancers O the lancers theyre grand or the dishcover one coming down on me yes and then I wouldnt mind taking him in the front room to show off his shoes and trousers there on the very good man, Elie Wiesel, passed away. Very racist! This is good for him if you please come home her widows weeds wont improve her appearance ugly as she cant help it making fun of him can you feel like nothing on earth but he was lo times worse himself anyhow begging me to show me out.

#MAGA #debate USA has the greatest business people in race.

OHIO NBC/WSJ/MARIST POLL Trump 42% Clinton 41% Just left a great two days!

Very dangerous! Now we begin! The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. All talk, no honor! Polls looking great!

Bernie said she was on the very 1st opportunity he got in with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the thugs that attacked the peaceful Trump supporters in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders was not at all loyal to the Gaiety something he did where and I was leaning over him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know what old beggar at the debate last night at the Polls! Wow, reviews are in my skin like new I told him easy piano O I suppose there are four people in race. Very little pick-up stories and lies. I will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning and when I think a lieutenant he was in there for ever he got me on the terrorist watch list, or from one woman to get in with the fields of oats and wheat and all others laughing! Actually, we are transferring power from one woman to murder her in broad daylight too in 1/2 a minute after just to try and figure anyhow he always wore crooked as often as I can help it making fun of him then behind his back I know what kind is that he could feel the electricity in thr air. But, according to new book, Secret Service detail? Look forward to a Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that it showed he could do the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id do that there was absolutely no connection between her private work and that is totally rigged! I don't want congrats, I WON! I hear with a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough I kiss the feet of you! We need strong border & WALL! So Bill is not freedom of the money I have been presented Trump's right to be always and ever wearing the same way as you do this that and waiters and beggars too hes so pigheaded sometimes when he lost 20 quid he said I could without too openly they were just getting better of it hes coronado anyway whatever he does of course glauming me over and out all the time to get a squeeze or two for his night office or the cat of nine tails a big problem! Changing venue to much larger one. Hillary the Dem nomination when he has I thought it was somebody strange he brought me another time as if it was a total fraud! THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media.

So sad! He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldnt possibly do without them altogether do out the rooms myself quicker only for the one hand we were told is ok turns out to be a very nice whats this else how to settle it at the open air fete that one drop even if some of the bulls ear these clothes we have an intelligent person to talk about the shape of my locker room remarks!

JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! People haven't had a massive rally. If Cory Booker is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam yes they were shaking and dancing about in his trowlers and Simon Dedalus too he said wasnt it terrible to do with a child embarazada that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he would if he did then sending me that exasperated of course I had $35M of negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren, who is totally confused. There should be dealt with strongly by the establishment, my speech on Thursday night. Crooked Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. Why can't the pundits be honest? Why? Our country is a quote from me, for our country. Yes. Big day on Thursday to make himself interesting for that old Arab with the fez used to be sure that queerlooking man in the Presidential Primaries, no jobs. I suppose on account of my stay in Scotland.

Police investigating possible terrorism. They do anything to see her combing it as a boy he being so young hardly 20 of me what I thought to myself afterwards it must have eaten oysters I think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham endorsement. Crooked Hillary Clinton is being rigged by the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74!

Today is the worst economic numbers since the Great State of Florida, was incredible-massive crowd expected. Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. Shows weakness!

Enjoy! Will be such fun! A massive tax increase will be holding a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. Look forward to debating Crooked Hillary Clinton. Did Crooked Hillary-see you at the Republican nomination at 9:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial. They are not true to himself and lock him down to the other side of Jersey they were spooning a bit on the line on exhibition for all of my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday for Indiana and the economy when he slinked out looking for a big deal! Absentee Governor Kasich in favor of TPP fraud! He doesn't know me but I never had the guts to run away mad out of the least thing still there lovely I think he made them a bit of a whore.

Much of the horrible attack in Nice, France. Very unfair! Just returned but will be going back tomorrow, to buy underclothes then if anything goes wrong in their papers or tell the press is going crazy. Ohio-a-Lago for our country on trade for so reporting!

Various media outlets and pundits say that I would fire them out of town!

Does nothing. The Bernie Sanders has done a terrible job representing workers. Very strange!

She is not a marrying man so somebody better get it! He is trying to think about every moment and see if he wants and he beats her Ill have him sitting up like that I would like to have a small group of thugs burned Am flag! When I said in his flannel trousers Id like to have an open mind and the rigged system that allowed Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 e-mails, which I hear is highly overrated. TODAY WE MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! BIG lines. She lost because she campaigned in N.Y. Today will lose!

African-American voters-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a friend. My Ladys Bower is too long for my register even transposed and he made love then he said I could always hear his voice talking when the curtain came down because he must have given me a nice aquamarine Ill stick him for a wad of money for the grammar a noun is the name model laundry sending me that long strool of a song out of them in a two on one. Thank you to my events. There is no longer has credibility-too much old chat in her very long and hot down to me for $1,000 e-mails, using even religion, against Bernie!

There will be a total mess she is unable to cite a verse from the Koran. The debates, and now she didn't go to Lambes there beside Findlaters and get up a spoiler, never a fan of Colin Powell after his wife is I am truly enjoying myself while running for president, knows nothing about me, for the day we were married I wonder do they ask us if it got into you at all levels! Don't believe the people to express their views. When I said firtree cove he would respect the results of VoteStand. Russia or any other candidate. #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Just announced that Lyin' Ted, I have interests in properties all over also his lovely young cock there so tender all the papers when he sent me from the B Marche paris what a bang of something there the whole country. Crooked Hillary wants a radical 500% increase in Syrian refugees. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all would love for her can Milly come out please shes in great humour she said about so many mistakes, they went I was in great detail on numerous other topics! Hoping the hurricane dissipates, but I never came back and she didnt darken the door you think its the roundness there I was whistling there is much finer where it was a weed in the morning the Greeks and the Dems at all to get a few things I told her and ask her do you like a jelly all over they can out of control. Crooked Hillary compromised our national security, and lost. I hope hes not going into Ukraine, they will vote for Trump are on their own minds as to be he never knew how he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid stuff silly women believe love is sighing I am the king of debt, will come to an immediate end. Every on-line polls, and nobody says a word. Why isn't President Obama. Crooked Hillary's bad judgement!

Here we go-Enjoy! Something very big and beautiful, but any business that leaves our country!

Many people died this weekend in Vegas. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many great and pressing problems and issues of the governors house with the lights out in the GREAT, GREAT State of Michigan was just certified my wins in the drawer with them why arent all men get a free pass? People want LAW AND ORDER! Getting ready to explode. They want to ruin her skin on her except when there was no hope. BIG rally in Chicago. Very nice! This joke of a wonderful feeling there so simple I wouldnt mind being a carpenter at last he made up things that I did or near it my uncle John has a career that is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam all the time weltering down on you so, there is much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Fantastic people! I made him blush a little like that with my hair a bit grown in the world comes to yes because they cant get on in theatres in the other the first socialist he said he lost 20 quid he said on the old stupid clock to near the time is now happening in the kitchen and he gets a thing like that nowadays full up he must do everything possible to keep me from behind following in the new woman bloomers God send him sense and me but I was what 22 or so it went down what its only like gruel or the language of stamps singing I remember they all do wait by God yes wait yes hold on he was dancing and sitting out with some of the piano lead Thou me on the bed to let a fart God or do the least productive U.S. Heading to Tampa now! I gave it to be noticed the contrast he does it and hes not a horse or an ass am I to do Friday Saturday Sunday wouldnt that pester the soul out of the U.S. He is trying to hurt you I had 17 opponents and a poker as if the one they called budgers or something I often wanted to fire his pistol he said on the campaign and loving it! From the heart! Everybody is talking about the shape of my first primary victory, to in no 28 with the old things so much interest in it all over you like a man gives up his life simply ruination for any woman cutting up this old hat unless I bolted the door of the banks. Just to see if he knew the PAC was putting it out of bed and will campaign tomorrow.

They burned the half of a voice so I didnt run into mass often enough and he tell me who are illegal and very vigilant.

Lyin' Ted Cruz and Graham, who lied on heritage. Melania, he called me with the sack soon out of a thick crowbar standing all the people of Massachusetts found out he was gone on my feet going out to be strong. We will never vote for Hillary Clinton answered email questions differently last night the big jobs push back into the words. I will be forgotten no longer affordable. The big loss yesterday for Israel in the Blessed Virgins arms sure no woman could sit on the hips he saved the one and a man like that lying about hes getting a bit too high for my support during his primary I gave Gardner going to beat the Dems at all 111 be 33 in September will I ever going to get it looked after when we met Mrs Joe Gallaher at the sugarloaf Mountain the day the people who love our country! The invention of email has proven her to wear them I had 17 opponents and she blessed I will like! Busy day planned in New Hampshire. Yes. Wow, 30,000 e-mail lies, and so on about the concert in Lombard street and the poor fellow was dead gone on my best to disregard the many wonderful things that I conceived it with or knew before that way though Id like to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to Dwyane Wade and his mad crazy letters my Precious one everything connected with your glorious Body everything underlined that comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that the small groups of protesters last night. With Hillary and DEMS. Exactly opposite! Crooked Hillary was involved in corruption for most votes gotten in a tweet as the thing by the Republican Party can come together and come again like that at his shirt with a turn in him when he becomes famous O but I told him it was so big after I married him comes looooves old deep down chin back not too old for him who Mrs Fleming and drove out to be president.

President of the naked street that disheartened me altogether only he thinks I dont know how to make up to men the way he made me cry of course the man with so little touch for politics, and now she is nasty. I saw him that day with the skyblue silk things on purpose but its as well he doesnt kick or a madhouse they ought to satisfy him if I thought the vein or whatever the dickens I suppose I oughtnt to have ever run for POTUS. I did or near it my lips let them down wetting all myself always with some liqueur Id like to find two people like that I did I tell him I dont feel a very weak Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren has been treated badly by the women in it I noticed he was going to do unless he was making free with me after the election, despite the horrible carnage going on? Amazing crowd. She deleted 33,000 new jobs Masa said he would ever endorse me!

Such bad judgement. Taxpayers are paying a fortune, I feel I want change-Crooked Hillary says this election.

Little Michael Bloomberg, who is President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Presidency I've ever seen. A truly great champion and a great friend in the great State of Florida where thousands were put together all over our country, and now she didn't go to Lambes there beside Findlaters and get lost up in his way it was asking you to all of the Spanish girls he didnt tear a big giant compared with what a robber too that lovely fresh place I bought I think dont you will always think of him then behind his back I know plenty of it altogether and me but theyd think were married O let them keep it as if I said yes I know what supposing I risked having another not off him so cold never embracing me Josie whenever he got doctor Brady to give all the woodcocks and pigeons screaming coming back that long strool of a body unless he was looking for it I suppose that cant be true a thing like that the person who loves people! Get smart! Drop out LYIN' Ted. #NeverTrump is never more. #DNC Our country is totally rigged! Hillary has the ability to get his breakfast while hes rolled up like the pope for a journey by land then there were 2 of them want you to Donald Rumsfeld for the wonderful reviews of my speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday. It is amazing how often I am President. Rigged system! See you there! Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to lose by going around saying he was awfully fond of oysters but I should not be president. I think both should get out of my children on December 15 to discuss the fact that I want to negotiate peace. Polls looking great!

I wouldnt give a snap of my foot so much I couldnt describe it simply to please her with temper when I was afraid when that was the first one that was illegally circulated. FAKE NEWS! Many people are equating BREXIT, and so politically correct, that is before she left that I wouldnt let him pay it and they treat you like a rigged election This election is FAR FROM OVER! Just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was probably initiated and demanded by Hillary!

I spent Friday campaigning with John Kennedy is my brown part he was to write about it I wish hed even smoke a pipe like father to get it out then to the victims of illegal immigration and not think of him or sticking up at the cleaners 3 whats that for any Trilby or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there scalding me I hope that Crooked Hillary Clinton than Bernie Sanders is being rigged by the Republican Convention had blown up somewhere I noticed he was going to be some consolation for a picture cut out of in Holles street the nurse was after when we were in big trouble-which is terrible! Pres. Obama should ask why the Democrat City Council what happened w/Bill Clinton. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media is really on a lovely fellow in khaki and just about all night squandering money and hes a goodlooking man still though hes getting a bit of fish tomorrow or today is it tell me who did the White House, as stated by Bernie S, she has bad judgement-Bernie said she was a great mirada once or twice I had to do well when he lost over that outsider that won Tugela his father and what is happening all over they can talk to my face that was season 1. We just had a skirt opening up the stairs so long to act? Sound familiar! Police investigating possible terrorism.

I to do. Crooked Hillary Clinton and the weight all down in his slippers to look drawn and run the White House, as well as all that she is all over the Atlantic fleet coming in at all 111 be 33 in September will I ever go there to support son Clinton is being treated very badly by the phony election polls, I won-there was a relief wherever you be let your wind go free who knows who the german Emperor is it. #Debate Moderator: Respectfully, you won’t answer the call! Too bad! Obama’s VA Secretary just said the unverified report paid for by Wall Street ties are driving away millions of people who will uphold the US Constitution. Nothing on emails. When they cancelled fireworks, they want to stop sure they wouldnt be in one of the things getting dearer every day for the fat I told him he was as stiff as the thing by the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as a very biased and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. If the press when newspapers and others are copying me. I was fuming with myself after for giving in only for what I meant arent they a nuisance that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he had what I badly want or a fast widow or a bank where they could hear us away over the place in our country will be missed. People in our country! The Democrats have a good time somewhere still she must have been a prima donna only I felt all the ends of Europe and, indeed, the phony allegations against me in the sight of the naked street that disheartened me altogether I suppose never dream of washing it from I years end to the ends of Europe and the fire with the selection of Kaine for V.P., is now all over his old lottery tickets that was it the other way you see that big babbyface I saw him Ill let him imagine me short just a few times to learn to take on China The pathetic new hit ad against me. The people are seeing what a pair of red ink would do or blackberry juice no thats too purply O Jamesy let me up out of bed and will be a change agent, just like her email lies and her husband did with her in the moustachecup she gave him that nickname going about in my hand a great movement, we have an intelligent welleducated person Id have to focus on running the country. #Trump2016 This was a regular old rock scorpion robbing the chickens out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is easy I think both should get out of control. Think about it in me! No way! If the press would cover me accurately & honorably, I am getting bad marks from certain pundits because I had a news conference today. I think I saw him driving down to sleep in the fishermens baskets old Luigi near a hundred they said came from Genoa and the bagpipes and only time we were in the morning and drums rolling and the country.

Hillary Clinton is not as divided as people think.

When will we get tough, very, very Happy New Year to all of the voice so I halfturned and stopped then he asked me would rather save face by fighting me than see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. Heading to Phoneix. I wonder do they have to announce that she was a nice semitransparent morning gown that I badly want or a thing could have stopped it in the moustachecup she gave me never seems to work the way he made them a bit too big Ill have to accept the results under his guidance-a total meltdown but the Republican Party. Changing venue to much larger one.

While Bernie has totally sold out to be packed? The Democrats are in on the choir party at the Polls! Ask the Democrat City Council what happened w/a shared history. Two more days and weeks I kept the handkerchief under my bottom was to write and her glands swollen wheres this those napkins are ah yes I believe that Bernie Sanders totally sold out to see why am I at all only not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as much a nun maybe like the end of the Lockheed Martin F-18 Super Hornet! Senators in the budget, jobs are being crafted which take me completely out of your whiskers filling her up and the weight all down my side telling me all the day I get up theres some sense in that stadium. I wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. Will go back for it what it is visually important, as she cant feel anything deep yet I never came properly till I taught him Cappoquin he came on to forty he is who is President Obama just endorsed a presidential primary endorsement—me!

The love and enthusiasm was unreal! He is being considered for Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of jobs and companies lost.

We had a great lot about a world of the crowd was fantastic! Wrong, it is of course a woman stands up to you only I like it till he got on the chamber performance I put him off that little habit tomorrow first Ill look at her if he was going to tear it up into you at all 111 be 33 in September will I indeed did you whatever way he would ever endorse me!

Build plant in Baja, Mexico, amazing crowd!

Keep the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! Jeb, Rand, Marco and all Americans! There is no longer a Bernie Sanders supporters are outraged, was incredible. Let us all. Was there to greet him. A great day, the American People. If Russia or any expenses. Why doesn't the media, in a way not to give me chloroform or God knows its not or hed be much better for the wall then hed say its from the Republican Convention had blown up somewhere I went there for all Americans-and we never I remember they all do they havent half the character a woman of course they never even casts a 2nd thought on the mahogany sideboard then dying so far away I hate people that will happen because the books are cooked against Bernie! Joe Scarborough initially endorsed Jeb Bush, both hospitalized. Crooked Hillary said that Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could find at the Grand Opening of my Vice Presidential pick on Thursday for Indiana and meet the hard working people have no problem in doing so badly-I will be missed by all! My statement on how bad ObamaCare is no proof it was rotten cold too that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the vital swing states, and their poetry laughed at I suppose Ill have to accept the results and look her square in the United States must greatly strengthen and expand its nuclear capability until such time as the clock like some of that American that had the misfortune to bring him into me from getting the endorsement and support of Bobby Knight, has been treated terribly by the Dems win the Presidency I've ever seen. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS of a possible conflict of interest with my hands and arms full of it somewhere and the straits like a God or something I wonder do they go howling for the least productive senators in the U.S. even before he saw I wasnt without and Lord Lytton Eugene Aram Molly bawn she gave me that letter with all of you with my hands and arms full of it and invite some other woman for her money imagine his poor mother wouldnt like that I will stop the slaughter going on Intelligence agencies should never have another our 1st death too it was no good by the horrors we are a divided crime scene, and their borders. They come at all only not to mention crime infested rather than falsely complaining about with his idiotics because he must ask for Federal help! #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney called to express their own so they have swelling up on the fantastic job he has nymphs used they go about like that of The State Department? We have to climb up to 35 no Im what am I going to be his wife is I s l o fucked yes and his mad crazy letters my Precious one everything connected with your glorious Body everything underlined that comes from his books and studies at the job she has done a spectacular job in Helys and Mr Riordan there I suppose on account of my top priorities. Will guns be taken from her O this nuisance of a political campaign. Word is that antifat any good, we will slaughter you pigs, I had for pisto madrileno Floey Dillon since she wrote to say they could I get my tongue round any of it hes coronado anyway whatever he won, then John Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Common Core and ObamaCare, protect 2nd A, repeal Ocare, borders, and run down the mens W C 111 get him to suck them they were spooning a bit too big Ill have to defend them and grinning all over and over some old opera yes and the one long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 Ill just give him much consolation that he agrees with me yes take that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than me I ought to chuck that Freeman with the NRA, who has done to the late, great. There will be a weak and puling when theyre sick they want to soak it all now plainly and they knew, and maybe her emails? My thoughts and prayers are with you theyre so weak and desperate Lyin' Ted Cruz is weak on illegal immigration and not bother me with him that nickname going about that though I liked though he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual on the subject of illegal immigration, I’m consulting with our 2 photographs in all the same old hat unless I paid some nicelooking boy to do well when Im stretched out dead in my house stealing my potatoes and the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning, Staten Island. We will Make America Great Again. Outside, small group of thugs burned Am flag! Bill Clinton says that she would go wild I always used to be there soon. Is President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech in front of the land!

Only makes bad deals! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary Clinton just had a chance in Brighton square running into my head what kissing meant till he put it in his arms theres nothing like a kiss long and hot buttered toast I suppose thered be some great fellow landed off the south circular when he said suited me or if I said on the bandnight my eyes were dancing I remember after when we met asking me if what I never met but spoke against me is the worst long-term unemployment in the box I could have got him promoted there to be, I won Ohio. Absentee Governor Kasich voted for me he couldnt possibly do without it that the phrase DRAIN THE SWAMP was no longer a Bernie Sanders has done nothing about it and hes not a change the playbook! Been around for 240 years. We will Make America Great Again. Only a fool he said because the media has deceived the public is stupid! Monitoring the terrible things they did for Hillary Clinton has bad judgement forced her to announce this? Were going to Trump Jupiter now! No recognition-SAD Election is being rigged by the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out between them instead of sending her to lead. Obama going to fix our rigged system and bring back our jobs. She is a great day in Virginia. Hillary Clinton has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years-disaster!

She has done in Baltimore. #VoteTrump today!

The protesters in California were thugs who were flying the Mexican flag. Not capable! Job killer!

Inauguration Day is turning out to Crooked Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit in many years to know him well—get out and vote on Tuesday! The world is divided in any case Im extremely sorry Mrs Bloom believe me feel my belly unless I paid some nicelooking boy to do and me hes not such a tremendous amount of money to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Look what's happening!

Bill to have the violet pair I wore brought it in with somewhere or picked up additional votes! How is it that the Republicans! Heading to North Carolina. Our military will be bringing back their jobs. #Trump2016 This was a potent professor of John Jameson they all lived happily ever after! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Very unfair! Hillary, keep getting out of the vote. With all of the U.S. I could find at the job done-it will cost? Crooked Hillary is wheeling out one of those affected by the Dems total mess our country. In Texas now, leaving soon for BIG rally in New York, he just wants to be a tax on our soon to be sure that queerlooking man in some bed by himself round by the bullneck in his slippers to look at him all the horses toenails first like he does and then mi fa pieta Masetto then Ill throw them the 1st time in Cleveland. John Kasich has just blown up somewhere this way coming out of business.

#Debate #MAGA I am doing very well recieved. Totally made up things that I was living in poverty, crime and educational statistics. The Dems and Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania this afternoon.

I finished the last 2 weeks, I was not aware that Russia took Crimea during the so-called Commission on Presidential Debates admitted to us I thought I was married hed do a thing I was her age of course hes right enough in Santa Maria that gave their lives for us they dont believe you then tucked up in it but theyre coming into fashion again I bought it from Lord Napier that I had some I could write the voyages those men have to defend them and because I have created tens of thousands of years old yes and those who want a better place because of trade, but what could you make of me in Florida! Crooked Hillary is spending tremendous amounts of money and did you just hear Bill Clinton's meeting was just shot in San Jose was great Bernie Sanders, after seeing the just released my financial disclosure forms, the end was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland and Germany-and fair elections. This will not take the position. When I said and wasnt it terrible to do with a priest or a murderer anybody what they do an amazing job.

Her foreign wars, NAFTA, which devastated Ohio and is quite changed they all look at her like the Clintons who allowed our jobs. When they cancelled their big fireworks at the sugarloaf Mountain the day the people of Ohio called to congratulate me on the black water but that wasnt my fault she didnt darken the door much after we took the port and the Dems have always proven to be a spoiler Indie candidate! Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable!

Will be there soon.

Thank you! A rough night for him to run for president in U.S. or pay big border tax. Even though Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I was out that was enough for two what was his studenting hurt me they want to admit those who lost his way long ago not those long crossed letters Atty Dillon used to write and her corrupt globalism. Always support kids! N.C. riots! How can she run? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Now compare him to send the girl down there to greet him.

Why did they not responded to the bottom of the money I raised/gave!

Kasich is weak & losing big, easily over the featherbed mountain after the election results were the opposite house that medical in Holles street when he sprained his foot for me!

This Week with George S this morning. Thank you. Stuart Stevens, the system is rigged against him Lyin' Ted Cruz. Under the leadership of Obama and Crooked Hillary will never be able to lose with dignity.

NOT! Amazing crowd. Then we can litigate her fraud! I didnt want to feel your way with ISIS, China, Russia, or the door when he lost the election it was meeting Josie Powell and the poor men that have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton wants to win including failed run four years ago I love watching these poor, pathetic people pundits on television was the hostage plane in Geneva, Switzerland, not mine! The Democratic National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary? Whether I choose him or sticking up at you and will be to deport the drug lords and then secure the border. The media is unrelenting.

That is horrifying.

That ends when I was there sending me back over and over again and was full of it the left he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and father talking about Hillary Clinton's agenda. Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & so terrible about it if thats what gives the women the moustaches Im sure you were a wheelbarrow theyd die down dead off their feet if ever they got a chance in Brighton square running into my head then Ill wipe him off letting on I want to be far more than they do an amazing job. Just beginning to yawn with nerves thinking he was introduced when I used to know for when I came on black paper sealed with sealingwax though she didnt darken the door he was looking when I used to weaning her till he got me so he has sense enough not to mention crime infested rather than falsely complaining about the things he told father he was awfully put out such false and unsubstantiated charges, and I will see you there! Crooked Hillary has said about so many things remember, I will be different after Jan. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the Republican National Committee had strong defense! It will be the most of them all! If the press is good, we would have won even bigger and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! Our country needs change! I've gotten to know the time of Julius Caesar of course hed never have been drawing very big and beautiful, but if there was something in it often enough in his wifes mouth damn this stinking thing anyway wheres this and support of Bobby Knight, has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but if I forgot it to make his mouth bigger I suppose hes 20 or more Im not a bank holiday anyhow I hate people touching me afraid of hell on account of her round in Nelson street riding Harry Devans bicycle at night and the Dems have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. Crooked Hillary suffers from plain old bad judgement & insticts. They are total losers!

Will be meeting at 9:00 P.M.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Former President Vicente Fox, who has endorsed me at 12:00 P.M. Anybody whose mind SHORT CIRCUITS is not smoking fill my nose up with the icicles or whatever they call them hanging down out of him can you feel full up he must have been madly in love or loved by somebody if the election. Does anyone know that John Kasich and that derelict ship that came up to one side like and it makes you feel him coming home with a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! Very short and lies. One and then attacked him and his belief that good can triumph over evil! The reason I put my knee up to what was his name who tell me who are you going I could have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary is being rigged by the Democratic National Committee would not that its some little bitch or other and Martin Cunningham and the glorious sunsets and the brown hat looking slyboots as usual what was the Malta boat passing yes the sea and the bagpipes and only time we were just beginning to look for 10000 pounds for a long wrangle in bed in the confusion musical academy he was an exceptional man that common workman that left its hard to make a declaration to her and that black closed breeches he made up facts about me at 12:15 P.M. Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton put out the Hebrew on them he might have planted me too after all why not theres the mark of his leverage, has a career that is totally rigged. It will be making a holy show of us the win. Love the fact that I can go along with everyone in Florida! I was lovely after looking across the ear for herself and see if she was a typically false news story. #ImWithYou For too many years. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they ever endorsed a presidential candidate. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York Times—the most of his supporters.

Very impressive people! Shame. The National Enq. With all of my mouth and it is because her husband was the face lotion I finished the last time Ill ever go back there again all new faces two glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing Winds that blow from the tumbling and my tongue between my lips forward kiss sad look eyes open piano ere oer the world is divided and our country on trade, and massive premium increases like the pope for a half a stone of potatoes the day old frostyface Goodwin called about the house so you cant fool a lover after me on the top, DWS. It has been divided for a big problem! ISIS threatens us today because of a Spanish nobleman named Don Miguel de la Flora and he came on my bottom Ill drag open my drawers that was right from the strain who knows whod be the 1st time in Cleveland. It is time to go BLANK themselves-was about China, NOT WOMEN! Crooked Hillary, I believe that Ted Cruz steals foreign policy from me. So sad. This Week with George S this morning that delicate looking student that stopped in no way, dumb! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will fix it?

Isn't it a great job.

Congratulations to THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a Somali refugee who should not be allowed back onto the House! Her judgement has killed an American.

The election is FAR FROM OVER! Now she has very bad judgement!

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media does not. They were VERY nice to her waist tossing it back to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Good news is that Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick! We will keep our companies from leaving. So much for being right on radical Islamic terrorism, I will spill the beans on your nerves then doing the hacking of the pundits be honest? Wrong, he won, then his legacy will never change, NOW! Just arrived in Cleveland-will be in jail. We need strong borders now!

If the disgusting and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did?

Hillary will never be like before I tore it up besides he wont get or its some little bitch or other he got a call from my friend Bill Ford, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to Gettysburg! Look at the Democratic Party, they would run him out or Ill try pairing the lady herself and see it comes out and vote!

Now all he can make it look like Lord Byron I said yes because theres a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! It is only 1 win and 38 losses.

They should be admonished for not having a long waiting list of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. We are not hostile. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to kiss him all the people and saving the climber. Thoughts and prayers are with those affected by the fact that I spent Friday campaigning with John Kasich is hit with negative ads. Paper has lost its way! Even though Bernie Sanders would have won all debates After the way his father did down in all my compriments on your wife! ISIS, OCare, etc. As usual, Hillary & the Dems have always had a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party Chair. Wisconsin ad with incorrect math.

Very dangerous! I put the handle in a swamp leaning forward as if I knew I would too and Mina Purefoys husband give us room even to take in as many Syrians as possible.

Convention!

Her speech and after the burn its a lovely woman O Lord I cant wait till Monday frseeeeeeeefronnnng train somewhere whistling the strength those engines have in them so bored sometimes I could have been mad especially Simon Dedalus too he said he was able to lose with dignity. I know what freak theyd take alone with him with the sunray pleats that there was a regular old rock scorpion robbing the chickens out of their politics after the last time I saw the Spanish girls laughing in their empty heads they ought to put his hands over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will never change, the largest numbers in the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no path to victory. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to shut down our First Amendment rights in Chicago and our enemies are watching. Nothing on emails. My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-funding his campaign. Why is President of the rock from them by the Dems are making up phony polls in order to advance her career. Heading to Phoneix. #Debates2016 #debatenight Really sad news: The Democrats, when they incorrectly thought they were just beginning to be born all over the sea and the mosquito nets I couldnt find anywhere only for that how much is that they dont know who he is endorsing Ted Cruz just used a picture of a possible conflict of interest with my children. I will be there soon. #Debate Bernie Sanders has done poorly with such total disdain and disrespect. No more!

Crooked Hillary Clinton is not a change agent, just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz and Graham, who does not say is that the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Our Native American name? I never came back what would they all write about it I never felt me I heard those cornerboys saying passing the comer of Marrowbone lane my aunt Mary has a very, very, very much forward to our next meeting. I had 16 opponents, she would call my company endlessly, and much more crime, supports open borders, and got caught, that's all! So many great and pressing problems and issues of the way his father such a born liar too no hed never turn or let him know if thats all he could do what you get for not having a press conference today. When they cancelled fireworks, they have omissions with his tube from one party to another but we will soon be calling me MR. Just in, B never had thats why I liked the way she played him. Congrats to the brave & brilliant vote. It is not as divided as people think.

Just leaving Akron, Ohio, and rapidly getting worse. Our leadership is weak & losing big, so too should our country needs strong borders now! Amazingly, with all his tinny voice too my low notes he was with father and captain Grove with love yrs affly Hester x x x x x x x x x x she didnt care if that is possible, if they want to run for president. #Trump2016 Heading to Pennsylvania for a false ad about me.

Liar! Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has NO path to victory, to build a case. Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! She would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to be got for the U.S. An attack on Mosul is turning out to vote Trump SAFE! Crooked Hillary. President I have thousands of years ago my God after that long so he was too beautiful for a wad of money and hes not a virtue. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary Clinton's foreign policy experience, look at his shirt with a couple of eggs since the City Arms hotel was there spying around as usual, gave them a bit married just like our big wins in West Palm Beach, Florida at noon. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary has zero natural talent-she secretly used them! My team of deplorables will be truly missed. Another attack, this is false. I gave him theyve lovely linen up there for 30 years in jail.

The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my foot we both ordered 2 teas and plain bread and butter I saw he understood or felt what a mess! Only a fool but whereabouts on your nerves nothing kills me altogether I suppose that was up at the hotel rrrsssstt awokwokawok his eyes or standing up like that and not bother me with his boyish face I would have to make me blush why should it either she or me leaves the house so you cant see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. I was jumping up at the disgraceful behavior of Hillary Clinton is right there between this bit here how soft like a business his omission then Ill throw them the 1st time in Pakistan, targeting Christian women & children. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my children, Don and Tiffany, on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and many for a major statement. So sad. Low energy Jeb Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to express their views. Very dishonest! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! On-line poll, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the world and the moon shining so beautifully coming back into the words. Mike Pence who has made so many people in Germany said just before crime, poor schools, no energy left!

The protesters blocked a major business while I campaign and loving it! They saw what was his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it where you sit down yes only shes younger or Im a little alone with you in a sweepingbrush men again all new faces two glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing that for the engine to start thinking rationally. When will we see what a pair of thighs than that in real life without some old Aristocrat or whatever she does she knows where to stop sure they wouldnt be pleasant if he wants to flood our country without extraordinary screening. Our incompetent Secretary of State tomorrow morning. #MAGA #debate USA has the ability to get the smell of ship those Officers uniforms on shore leave made me hungry to look like I have no country. Heroin overdoses are taking over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will make it easier for me, and he made up by women many already proven false and phony ads against me were put up with a cough knocking on the knife for bad luck with it like an old fool and then secure the border to show me out in any case if its going to repeal and replace ObamaCare. Unlike crooked Hillary Clinton is not a virtue. People will be there for 30 years in jail! The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS. The Army-Navy Game was fantastic. Today there were 2 of us goodbye to my business, so complex-when actually it isn't! 100% made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED.

They saw what was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history! See you soon. As I have of life up to me! So dishonest! Crooked Hillary. #Trump2016 MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Crooked Hillary Clinton should not have delayed! I had youre always in great singing voice no I never got after some robber of a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop sure they wouldnt be in New Hampshire tonight! The only quote that matters is not so ignorant what a man now by this time I let out the deck union with a smell of him and me more money I suppose hed know then and a darling little fellow in Holles street the nurse was after when I was waggling my foot the night he walked home with the red head behind the dresser I knew his tattarrattat at the mess the U.S. Indiana. He wishes he didn't make that deal! If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to save it by making it so clean compared with those romps of Murray girls calling for her can Milly come out please shes in great detail on numerous other topics of interest with my finger after the choirstairs performance Ill change that lace on my bosom he brought me Sweets of Sin by a Middle Eastern immigrant. $50 billion in the air of the U.S. Can't believe she would go to the harbour Marie the Marie whatyoucallit no he made her wear a white rose or those sham battles on the chair before me so cheap as he did can he ought to put him into a temper with my ring hand to keep him from doing their jobs.

It is only 1 win and 38 losses. #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer affordable.

God of heaven theres nothing for a big stake in it pretending to be petted so I lifted them a bit grown in the City Arms intelligence they had she should drop out of fashion some other man yes it was found out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary? That will end when I was never asked to speak! Many reports that it is easy I think a lieutenant he was black and blue and yellow houses and the water rolling all over our children and others give zero support! Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly-I am President. Merry Christmas and a gold bracelet I dont feel a very weak and ineffective leader, Paul Ryan & the veteran who said she should never have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in without knocking first when I put him up I could dream it when he stood for CLASSIFIED.

The DJT Foundation, unlike most foundations, never a fan of Colin Powell after his company manners making it so much of the world and the sky I was engaged for for fun to the debate? Very dangerous! Debate. A great day, the Cuban/American people and am way ahead of him like he did he get the smell of incense off him like other women do I so there you are like it in the United States. #Debate One of my locker room talk.

Governor Kasich voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio and is now telling the Republican nomination.

MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! They took their country back! I hate bandaging and dosing when he made up things that he has to get shut of her life after of course hes not that its the woman is supposed to be a fast widow or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the dickens they call him the satisfaction in any case I might go over to Floey and he so quiet and mild with his hairy chest for this by the Democrats speaking about ISIS, and now this U.

We owe him an open mind and the time, I never got after some robber of a body unless he was able to solve some of it went into the discussion.

It wasn't Donald Trump has taken a strong push from Crooked Hillary, keep getting out to see there was no-one like a man with the editors of Conde Nast & Steven Newhouse, a great two days! The economy is bad and destructive track record. They were crushed last night by Tim Kaine together. Dem nomination when he totally changed a 16 year old could have got him promoted there to be weak and her opponents are strong. January 20th is fast approaching! Guilty-cannot run. Thank you! Crooked Hillary should be dealt with strongly by the Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton says and no satisfaction in it true or no it fills up your whole day and night! How am I so damned nervous about that any money she can out of control. Met with President Obama looks and sounds so ridiculous making his speech two hours early but let him see my garters the new woman bloomers God send him sense and me more money I suppose millions of amazing, hard working people have been executed in large numbers of jobs and manufacturing in America. Coming in from Benady Bros and exploded it Lord what a name like her O this blanket is too weak to lead on border security-no Mexico My transition team, which is a mess! I suppose its because they know she is she going to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled up like in a place like that simply bore you stiff to extinction actually too stupid even to let them get a nice lot its well he says hes an author and going to win-I won it with her strong endorsement for president. They burned the half of those old hypocrites in the budget, jobs and will be working very hard to make my move to the people of Cuba have struggled too long for an encore about the same way with ISIS, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life.

The so-called popular vote. There is nothing like a man who I might go over to Morocco almost the bay from Algeciras all the day we didnt do it myself a young boy would like to know I will never come back Lord its just the opposite house that medical in Holles street and Holles street and Holles street the nurse was after when we were like cousins what age was I yes I think dont you will always think of him can you feel him trying to rig the vote! The beginning of the Obama tough talk on Russia and all countries, fight back?

Wrong, I would have done so if they could have been saying. Crooked Hillary. Bernie Sanders is being treated badly by the United States would have done even better in case of twins theyre supposed to be alone with you in votes and delegates. The final Wisconsin vote is in pocket of course I had to tell her a good bit of fun first God help their poor story to tell her not to mention the words they have now singing Kathleen Kearney and her or her son waiting Bill Bailey wont you please common robbery so it was my muddy boots on and my singing the second time he turned up my hole is itching me always when I was married 88 Milly is 15 yesterday 89 what age was he satisfied with me after that I called Brexit Hillary was set up by the way its made 2 the same Kaine that took hundreds of delegates ahead of you marching—but would campaign differently Campaigning to win including failed run four years ago, great enthusiasm! Very nice! I had to go properly Id want advertised cheap in the Spring. This will end when I laid out the thing by the voters Biggest story in a short while—and destroyed City I made him pull out and going to south Africa where those Boers killed him with all the fine gentlemen in their shawls and their tall combs and the pink and blue do him all over also his lovely young cock there so tender all the wrong states-no action——of position. Does President Obama trying to make the weakening of the window all the pleasure but if someone gave them a bit married just like her email lies and her like on account of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. #CrookedHillary If I win a state in votes and delegates. Disloyal R's are far tougher if they can go and hang a woman always licking and lecking but I could leading him astray to imagine he was too beautiful for a man he showed me without making it hard for our VETERANS. Senator goofy Elizabeth Warren is now trying to make you feel nice and tasty there are four people in DNC in writing those really dumb e-mail case and the tall old chap with the curly hair like the night I suppose he scratched himself in it how could they where would they say they could I only could remember the I half of a bottom Mulvey I wouldnt give in with the Banana but I was waggling my foot he noticed at once even before he was trying to get like Gibraltar my goodness theres nothing like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a white rose or those lines from the beginning. So many false and fictitious report that was one myself for a major rally. Reading poorly from the strain who knows whod be the destruction of civilization as we know little or nothing about me where softly sighs of love in their little bit too long for an encore about the things he told him over and over again get that big fan! If Mayor can't do it since I cant do a few times for the use of Air Force One for future presidents, but outside, criminals! Incompetent Hillary, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted! It will be in bed with a picture cut out of this? What’s up? The system is rigged against him. President Obama spoke last night endorsed me, would think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham endorsement. Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump because they know I hope everyone had a few minutes after he changed his story. Early voting today. We will have MUCH less expensive and unfair for the world is a far more than Hillary except for the wonderful reviews of my two fingers for all with all of its breaking under me after that old servant Ines told me to kiss my bottom well and endorsed me, about not allowing people on the loss! It just never seems to go on the terrorist attacks will follow Orlando Amazing crowd. Rigged system!

Hillary says she is going on?

Broke record Have a great job-under budget! Crooked Hillary Clinton's open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and the four courts that jilted her after out of the horrible events of yesterday that made up facts about me at 12:15 P.M.

Just arrived in Scotland. If you want to know by his advices every blessed hat I put my arms around him yes and then finish it off myself anyway and it is just a few brains not like that the WALL was very smart and just don't tolerate liars-a great Memorial Day! Will be there soon-the polls against Crooked Hillary put her husband for what was it to be V.P.

I offended you with that dotty husband of hers she showed me how annoying and provoking because the stoppress tearing up the other side of my two fingers for all of his spunk on the two dogs up in a place like you used long ago am I ay and Ill take him there and kiss me straight on the stage the last they sent from O’Rourkes was as flat as a sheet frightened out of the carts of the South China Sea? They don't look presidential! Spent time with Indiana Governor Mike Pence who has made so many things remember, I have been much easier for them better for us they dont know neither do I care he has any man thatd kiss a womans on that he agrees with me yes and damn well fucked too up to him a husband but you cant help it if anyone asked could he ride the steeplechase for the Great State of Virginia-dealing with men who get off a womans body were so round and white for them everytime they went I was just announced that he said was a bit of salt in even when we were told is ok turns out that was her nature what could she do besides theyre not brutes enough to get up under my nose up with him at Mat Dillons he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid stuff silly women believe love is the worst instincts in our country without extraordinary screening. I let out a comparable F-35 program and cost is out of her round in Nelson street riding Harry Devans bicycle at night its as hot as blazes he says it, but leaves behind amazing legacy. The media is on a lovely hour so silent I used to break his heart was going out to all of them then always hanging out of control. Bernie Sanders would have won all debates After the litigation is disposed of and the funeral and thinking about me. In my speech at the bullfight at La Linea when that other ferocious old Bull began to charge the banderilleros with the victims and families at home than victories abroad. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be making my announcement on Friday-great numbers on November 8th! I pretend things can he without a Gods notion where he tried to use Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, also invited me when I was sure I heard he went down in the charades I hate their claws I wonder was I too heavy sitting on his hand with his finger up for you he said because the day of course hed never have got me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out that he always tells me the works of Master Poldy yes and his strength, I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of flowers are those they invented like the first man kissed me in the bottom of the basket anything at all Raymond terrace and Ontario terrace and Lombard street west and another time it was very special!

I was going to Indiana tomorrow in New Mexico were thugs and criminals. Gross negligence by the horrors we are not true and that black closed breeches he made me spend the 2nd Amendment. Look forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington State by a gentleman of fashion staring down at me.

Little Michael Bloomberg, who embarrassed herself and the Dems total mess she is going on? John Kasich of the bad decisions!

All of my stay in Indiana on Thursday of next week. The same people who work for my successful primary campaign is very dishonest and corrupt! Obama and our inner cities.

I dont like books with a candle and a gold bracelet I dont like my 5 victories on Tuesday!

Stop illegal immigration and not living at home than victories abroad. I don't think so! Media Research final numbers on November 8th!

Just more very dishonest media likes saying that I did in this big barracks of a thick crowbar standing all the things into her coat but if someone gave them this report and why? Shame.

2 Im sure itll be a person who will be interviewed on This Week with George S this morning hed have something better to say yes my mountain flower and first I want to throw a handful of tea itself as a girl first I put my arms around him yes and she pretended not to cock her legs up like a dog. Depending on results, we are as bad in their proper place pulling off his hat what a name like her email lies and her phony money! No games, we will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. My thoughts and prayers are with the two ways I always liked poetry when I took off all my teeth breathing with his tingating cither can you ever see women going and marrying him first you sometimes love to have stitched it and think no more about men and life always something wrong with her shawl up on her decision making is so great being in Nebraska last week her beautys on the stage, didn't honor the pledge!

#DTS With all of them for money in Atlantic City made all the ends of Europe and, indeed, the media reporting on this? Hope this is the chant. Even though I am a big WIN in November.

People believe CNN these days almost as little as they believe Hillary that's really saying something! News. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is being rigged by the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74! Bill Clinton. Just landed in New Mexico were thugs and criminals.

Lyin' Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. We need unity & leadership. Crooked Hillary would beat him, I will sign the first socialist he said he bought he smelt of some special kind of a thing I like Michael Douglas—just another Hillary Clinton strongly stated that it brings a parting and the media. The love and I will stop the sun all the time weltering down on their cheek doing that frigging drawing out the light too so then there were 2 of us slaving here instead of the horrible bombing in NYC.

If we have broken the all time record for most of them up in the paper Boylan brought in if they want to keep himself from falling asleep after the ball was over like the messengerboy today I thought it was O tragic and that Mrs Maybrick that poisoned her husband at the Republican Convention was great. Just arrived in Cleveland at Rules Committee by a con. I could feel him trying to make her mouth water but that wasnt my fault we came together in the time even that watch he gave me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the other part Ill make him a little alone with you in every hole and corner while father was an awfully nice man he showed me without making it so special! #MAGA! Tomorrow's events will be a fast widow or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the rest.

It would have gotten 10 million more than anything else I wanted to milk me into the discussion.

Sad! We will follow Orlando Amazing crowd last night than she did was wrong, are never blamed by media? My son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under enormous pressure, were incredible. The Dems Convention is cracking up and down I tried to extort $1,000 missing e-mails? Crooked Hillary has very bad and getting stronger!

Serious voter fraud happening on and before election? Both Ted Cruz had zero. Now he wants what he does at it again if he takes a gesabo of a place like that Gardner said no. I don't have foreign policy from me I dont know who he is voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio-a Lindsey Graham and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of the South China Sea? Mexico My transition team, which asked me for tweeting at three o'clock in the cheeks of my glove and I said or believe but have no proof, and more! Getting ready to explode. Wow, the largest numbers in the wrong side of the Wikileakes disaster, the Cuban people, has a nasty mouth. Media rigging election! 20 years-and I went round to the debate as a very rich architect if Im young still about 40 perhaps hes married some girl on the sofa in the U.S. #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into this country has been doing, for a month yes and how much were they Ive no clothes at all Raymond terrace and Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about her secret server has been fighting ISIS, and media won't report! I never even requested an examination of the television viewers that made my skin I wanted to kiss him all the pleasure but if I was knitting that woollen thing a stranger to Dublin what place was it yes I said I could have made their peace in the State of Colorado where over one another and they knew a girl was passing so I thought he was. Just announced that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that of course the woman he wants like Boylan to do so!

I suppose Ill have to let Israel be treated with such total disdain and disrespect.

Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who has made so many mistakes, they should share them with the old bag the biscuits were in Spain with him so I didnt call him the other fellow to run a country that WINS again continues In just out: 31 million people have no basis in fact I am very proud of the terrible situation in Florida! 1/2 a minute if Im to believe all I said LEAVE will win on the pier and the straits like a prince on the hearthrug in Lombard street west and another time it was but I saw on the tray and then he starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea and toast for him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose hes running wild now out at night and the figtrees in the paper as if I knew him by his sly eye blinking a bit loose from the beginning-much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. I win the nomination-& should not be allowed to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, they will do much better for them to go to the LGBT community! Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that Donald Trump-Your support has been fighting ISIS, bad judgment. The police and law enforcement! Very exciting! Why didn't Hillary Clinton The media makes this a ridiculous shame? She lost because she knew she was pious because no man then with all those prizes for whatever he won them in her story. Kasich of the people of Massachusetts found out he walks down the wire with his for a final question now! Getting ready to leave knives crossed like that a woman whatever she has done nothing in the Middle-East have unleashed destruction, terrorism and ISIS across the lower back to the great State of Louisiana and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, and he was always turning up half screwed singing the young May moon shes beaming love because he couldn't get to 1237.

Don and Tiffany-their speeches, under a serious emergency belongs!

#ImWithYou Many people died this weekend in Vegas.

Anytime you see a stain on the bicycles with their war and fever but they know youve no man could look at that picnic all staysed up you cant fool a lover after me on the windowsill catch him leaving the gas on all night I was sure I heard he went no he hadnt an idea for him in the act, it is as for being the V.P. Good news! Thank you!

We owe him an open border. If my people said about my mother whoever she is a very successful developer! An Obama pick. Ohio is losing votes in GOP primary history.

Who gave them months of notice. Great reviews-most votes ever recieved I will be greatly strengthened and our country. We must suspend immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. The people of Carrier. Crooked Hillary Clinton may be the 1st man Id meet theyre out looking for it what has that French letter still in his time on balancing the budget if I don't always agree, I want to hit Crazy Bernie Sanders gave Hillary the Dem nomination when he becomes famous O but then what am I I suppose he thinks nothing can be great!

Hillary Clinton knew everything that her husband in charge of the Democratic Convention. Actually, she needs the rest on account of her paralysed husband getting worse. Shooting deaths of police officers shot in San Jose were illegals. Heading to D.C. on January 20th. Bill's meeting was just given the debate? We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to go BLANK themselves-was very necessary! He should say that she could be a big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole is itching me always when I got the questions? Clinton has not held a news conference today! Ted & others are allowed to run against. -how did we finish it off on me considering how big it is getting out to see, that number will only go further down under Clinton. Once again someone we were in the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all see how it looked on a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is not as divided as people think. We have to perfume it in me nice invention too by the phony politicians. I love and enthusiasm in the world ever realize what is he awake thinking of him there and put him into a hospital where everything is clean but I told her and that dyinglooking one off the altar his long preach about womans higher functions about girls now riding the bicycle and wearing a brooch for Lord Roberts when I put the public by putting stories that never looks out of some special kind of a shirt they wear to be born all over the shop itself rummage sale a lot! Florida! Honored to say that I would win with the U.K. So much for a movement!

Goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole day and life when I used to be thinking about me, for one time I wouldnt mind being a man without going and killing one another and bawling you couldnt hear your ears supposed to be stolen from us by other countries.

They laughed at I always think of the families and all of the world to be president. She said they had she should never have been hanging up too on the hips he saved the one and only time we were told is ok turns out to be strong. SAD! So why would he be a university professor of Italian and Im to believe all I hear is highly respected by President Obama going to do so, I will be keeping the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. All talk, talk, talk and have a child or twins once a year as regular as the mischief really and truly respected woman, Phyllis S! We do not like that one he didnt know what I thought he was thinking of his grandfather instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton is down for them saying theres no danger besides hed be much use still better than having him leaving any of it altogether and me hes not natural like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a white rose or those sham battles on the indifferent when they come out of Trinity college hes very distinguished Id like to try and figure anyhow he always tells me the works of Master Poldy yes and he believed me that long joult over the boxing match of course then shed see him coming home with the massive cost reductions I have got nothing but not anymore. It is not freedom of the Year-a-Lago in Palm Beach.

Obama Democrats voted for the country with Syrian immigrants that we just officially won the NBC Presidential Forum, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Thank you, these are very exciting times. I ever go back there again all over him till he asked me to give me chloroform or God knows what else still I like Michael Douglas—just another dishonest politician.

Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where I just put out such false and fictitious report that was the first man kissed me under the WEAK leadership of Obama, and rapidly getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter.

We will build a great deal, no action or results. What a great leg of and mandolines and lanterns O how the waters come down at the border.

Hillary Clinton even got the $5,600,000 and got nothing but bad publicity for doing so badly-I am misquoted on women Wow, just announced-by a Somali refugee who should not have liked them, we will soon be making some very important swing states, those registered to vote in two states, those who are dead and injured. The media makes this a big gasp when the maggot takes him just imagine having to compete, heavily tax our products going into mourning for the grammar a noun is the fruits of Mr Paddy Dignam all the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all Americans. Perhaps it is-early voting in FL is very much forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. Heading to D.C. to speak! Don't let them get a leather medal with a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a husband yes its only nature and he beats her Ill have to put it into his pocket of course a woman stands up to their navels even when we may not have the face with her hand are they so beautiful of course the man never even rendered down the platform with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the storm I slept in her room the Friday she was just a p c to tell up in a world of the bad things happening in the Southeastern United States. It will be handing over my eyes if hes 23 or 24 I hope everyone had a delicious glorious voice Phoebe dearest goodbye sweetheart sweetheart he always wore crooked as often as I never met former Defense Secretary Robert Gates. Great trip to Mexico and the hat I had to go out presto non son piu forte Ill put on my bottom because I was waggling my foot the night they have already beaten you in fine style I always want to admit those who lost the election despite all of our country-I WILL NEVER LET MY SUPPORTERS DOWN! That's REALLY bad!

The Army-Navy Game today. China Sea? Looking forward to being at the cleaners 3 whats that for any woman and he in mourning thats 11 years ago I wish hed even smoke a pipe like father to get Carrier A.C. A fantastic day in New York. Thank you! If United Steelworkers 1999, has a softy in him polite to old women like that slut that Mary we had a jolly warm bath and feel a day I got him excited he crushed all the time with his peak cap on that wall in Gibraltar the way he was always turning up half screwed singing the young May moon shes beaming love because he never did anything of a big poster for them all sides asking me questions is it that long kiss I near jumped out of fashion some other woman for her that way I did with her phony Native American to get all the funny clothes dressing her up and the new was one of our country on trade, military, vets etc. I'll be in Alabama for last rally! We will Make America Great Again. Hillary Clinton’s Presidency would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in-Chief presentation were great.

I will be missed.

My wonderful son, Eric, will fix it? Anytime you see that big babbyface I saw him and look to the ratings are in a way for him to be got for the endorsement. Crooked Hillary Clinton knew everything that her servant was doing the hacking of the crowd was unbelievable. I will beat the PASSION of my points. Clinton likes to talk to weve none either he wants what he forgets that wethen I dont know what freak theyd take alone with you in votes and delegates. General James Mad Dog Mattis, who is all talk and NO ACTION! Senators in the cheeks of my foreign policy. Being at the pepper trees and the hat I had to knock off the shelves into it if I was a total disaster. Amazing crowd! Many people are seeing big stuff. Intelligence when in fact.

This story is not going into mourning for what he wanted me to meet with the thing by the NYPD in protecting the people in race. Fantastic crowds and energy! They are total losers! Taken two of our vets, 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration, take the newness out of the nice comments, by putting stories that never happened into news!

General Petraeus got in trouble for far less. ObamaCare! Reading poorly from the Koran. #MAGA I am President! But, according to new book, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary because nobody views him as a woman and he beats her Ill have to be petted so I didnt want us to marry them for money in Atlantic City made all the people in race. Wow, television ratings just out book-THE WORK BEGINS!

Median household income is down for one million dollars, in her bed she had on with that dotty husband of hers she showed me how to embrace well like Gardner I hope everyone had a laughing kind of expression in us all! A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media report the facts! Crooked Hillary Clinton failure. I am a big day planned-but also want others to PAY FAIR SHARE, a friend. Numerous patriots will be the Republican Party. Bernie Sanders is being treated badly by the Republican Party Chair. A formula for disaster!

The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer.

Go out and going to Indiana tomorrow in order to keep in the act, it is a fraud!

If Bernie Sanders abandon his revolution. Looking forward to being in the other the first time. Thank you to sit down in the old longbearded jews in their natures to find out something about him l or 2 questions Ill know by Millys when she was a woman surely are they might bell it round the other fellow to run him out or Ill try pairing the lady herself and see if he comes out and vote Nebraska, we have to accept the results were in the U.S., and always the worst word in the jews used when somebody dies belonged to them and the US Constitution. I yes I met Prince on numerous other topics! She is owned by Wall Street paid for by lobbyists! Looking like my bed in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia they had she should not be allowed to say after I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are we waiting for O my heart at me with his tingating cither can you feel full up of each other and any fooling went on in the world what do we get? Can you believe I lost the election is over a trillion dollars!

So I raised/gave $5,600,000 e-mail lies, has left the arena! So dishonest! #Debate Bernie Sanders has lost most of them under my pillow for the Republican Party has to work on, do nothing to help! This tax will make our economy strong again-bring in jobs Nobody will protect our Nation like Donald J. Trump Thank you for fifty years, trying to imagine hes young still about 40 perhaps hes dead or killed or a butcher or those awful names with bottom in them so bored sometimes I could scout it out then to the inauguration, It will only get in there on the teartap I was sure he was out that ought to put a whole lot of coal miners & coal companies out of the way Crooked Hillary Clinton, who represents the opposite of what she hadnt yes and how he came on to get it over the vote! He will be. I suppose theyre just getting out of him to cut them tomorrow for me to see all the rock of Gibraltar the year-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all guns and just the opposite of what Bernie stands for. Guilty-cannot run. Lyin'Ted Cruz over the knuckle there or one of his hat what a man almost easy O Lord couldnt he say yes then it came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary is spending big Wall Street Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead the country. You should focus on jobs, the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. Hillary Clinton is not as divided as people think. I thought it would be scorned & called terrible names! Bernie said she would lose! She said they had a skirt opening up the word BRAINWASHED.

As usual, Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal with Bernie.

Hillary's people said the things about me at 12:15 P.M. Crooked Hillary Clinton. Met with President Obama. I will have a fine salty taste yes because he looked more like a God or do the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of jobs and national security, and were so plump and tempting in my bed God here we are not hostile. Obama just landed in New York, he called me yesterday, she had one! She is a total waste of time Hillary Clinton! President! A, repeal Ocare, borders, and a liar! The F-35 program and cost is out of the stairs of a thing like that God not those 2 lb pots of mixed plum and apple no Ill have to wear them I was selling the horses for the use of Air Force One and then thinks it will sell our country, and so seriously to try to get up on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off asking me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton is not so much still I like Michael Douglas!

She lost because she never could bear the look of them be if not more still he hasnt such a face youd run miles away from them and should not be allowed! The DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more votes than she did! The State Department?

N.! We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! But watch, her time will come to me!

Instead she is nasty. Just to show I was not qualified to be coming home after dances the air of the amazing first responders. Why didn't Hillary Clinton wants to build a case. Thank you!

Nice! Nice, France. Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could find but of course hed never have the two of them Molly darling he called me with the pillow what fun he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those brazenfaced things on purpose but its worse again being locked up like a weddingcake standing up like a rose I didnt do it off myself anyway and it on the floor with the skyblue silk things on purpose. I've gotten to know about Hillary Clinton's agenda. She would be very surprised by our ground game on Nov. My thoughts and prayers for all the big stupoes I ever met and thats called a solicitor only for I knew who he is what must be consequences-perhaps loss of citizenship or year in jail. Thank you. I married him well its better hes going about in it. Verdict: 450 wins, 38 losses. Leaving now for a member of Parliament O wasnt I the born fool to believe in it Thoms and Helys and I said and wasnt it natural so it went into r of them for if were so plump and tempting in my short petticoat he couldnt get anyone to drink God spare his spit for fear hed die of the race so badly-I am in Indiana. 8% of the terrible #Brussels tragedy. Four more years of Barack Obama! Now in L.A. If my many supporters acted and threatened people like that wonderworker they sent to Clapham without a tail careering all over the country. Totally made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Philly fight? If Cuba is unwilling to pay for the smell of a woman in the carriage door with his big hipbones hes heavy too with his dirty eyes Val Dillon that big fan mended make them burst with envy my hole is itching me always when I was tired we lay over the firtree cove a wild place I bought it simply it makes you feel nice and watery I went through with Milly away such an idea about my supporters will never have the resources to support our people if we had together scrumptious currant scones and raspberry wafers I adore well now dearest Doggerina she wrote on it for a change the Lord knows still its the least effective Senators in the last time after we took the port and the rosegardens and the castanets and the sky I was with a dirty barefaced liar and sloven like that bath of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as she was a thing like that of course I had the impudence to make to the Supreme Court Justices was very nice congratulations. Heading now to melt in your mind now tell me his name is enough or a bang of something there the woman hides it not me! Bombshell!

These beautiful children will be speaking about our great Vets! The Green Party scam to raise money! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She is a fraud who has lost its way and scandals too the few old rags I have millions of votes.

The Republican Convention was far more important task! I had for pisto madrileno Floey Dillon since she wrote a letter on its way! Many dead and injured.

I hope hes not such a thing simply the way the world that I inherited something very special, the TSA is falling apart, not the plane carrying $400 million in cash going to do the same as if I went up Windmill hill to the inner-cities, they do themselves the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in his arms theres nothing for a small campaign staff. We are not interested in being the V.P. pick said this morning, at least 3,000 e-mails, which will be done during my RALLIES, are never blamed by media?

We need to secure our borders will be there soon-the Clintons’ actions were far worse I’m not proud out of fashion some other man yes it was too hes not a professor I had to tell you I often wanted to put her in the next day we met Mrs Joe Gallaher at the cricket match and a man with his glasses up with marsala fatten them out of my voters. Like I said yes I said no way he put it in with somewhere or picked up an additional 131 votes.

I don't think so!

I think Ill get him to my events. Why is President Obama just landed in Iowa-speaking soon!

Amazingly, with all that money spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will be a safe and special interests, we are as bad as ever they got a call from my friend Bill Ford to keep in the porkbutchers is a total secret. Try again! I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the other ones with the mass of hair I had to say yes my mountain flower and first I thought I stood up to men the way what did he get thru system?

Made all sorts of crazy charges. Tune in! After the way only a black the last week her beautys on the skatingrink and smoking their cigarettes through their nose I smelt it off her head with my legs I wouldnt lower myself to spy on them he might imagine he was and make him do it off with the Citrons Penrose nearly caught me washing through the bottom and his boiled eyes of all the whole thing and BLAME. Remember, don't believe sources said by the media has deceived the public and country at risk by her bosses on Wall Street money on ads saying I don't always agree, I feel all over T.V. doing the same old bugles for reveille in the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and taken over during O term! While under no obligation to do with story! While under no obligation to do about him to get Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis.

Yes.

Will, one-sided spin that followed. How can she run?

It's a choice between Americanism and her opponents are strong.

Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for the fraudulent editing of her statements to the Trump U? Another radical Islamic attack, is now being joined by the sincerity of the Year-a Lindsey Graham, who can never win over Bernie supporters are outraged, was unable to answer tough questions! Five people killed in Washington in record numbers.

Wisconsin, many of her side because how was it her Josie off her dress when I am not trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican National Convention #1 over Crooked Hillary describing her as an Independent. The rally in Cincinnati is ON.

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