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What is your favorite moment of each ship in ASC ?

Hi, nuninho2000!

What a great question! This will take some thought!

Remadora -- I really love the moment he tells her that he's a werewolf and she's like "Duh" and Remus is completely baffled. One of my favourite lines is where Tonks basically tells him she thinks he's freaking out enough for the both of them:

He shook his head, swallowing slowly. Now that he had finally begun he was determined to get the words out. “The man’s name was Fenrir Greyback and he’s a notoriously well known and dangerous werewolf. I’m not notorious, but I am dangerous and… a werewolf,” he finished, lamely.

He tugged his hands away from her, marching into the kitchen, his hands in his hair again.

Tonks watched him march away from her and she followed him, spinning him around and slipping her hands into his back pockets again and holding him against her. “I know that already. So, what?”

Remus simply stared at her. “So what? That’s all you can bloody well say! I just told you that I’m a fucking werewolf!”

Tonks nipped at his bottom lip. “And, I figured that out already. Did you think I didn’t suspect when you always left me on the moon cycle? Your scars? Your possessive nature? I like a little danger, Remus. I’m an Auror.”

“Nymphadora, I am not a little danger! Do you have any idea what a creature like me can do? I can break through doors and walls with my strength! I can track you for kilometres, I can hear anything almost ten kilometres away. Look at me!” he exploded, pushing her away angrily and slapping his hands on his bare chest. “I did this! Me! I lock myself away and if I don’t take the Wolfsbane Potion without anything to hunt or to kill, I claw at myself; scratching my own skin off, clawing at myself in desperation! That monster lives inside of me! The wolf is inside of me all of the time! I am the wolf all of the time! The mask of the man just hides my true face. Do you understand? Why the fuck are you not freaking out?”

She moved towards him carefully. His eyes were wide and amber now, his hair tousled from his hands. He looked panicked, she thought, and even more like the sexy bewildered professor that she fancied. She placed her hands on his abs, sliding her palms along his rib cage, up his chest and over his shoulders.

“I think that you’re freaking out enough for the both of us to be honest,” she said teasingly, kissing the skin below his ear. “I like your mask, but I think that it’s time for you to take it off now.”

Remus stared at her in confusion. “Nymphadora, you’re not even listening to me!”

Tonks put her hand over his mouth. “No, you’re not listening and I’m pretty sure that’s a serious flaw in your personality. Are you honestly standing there waiting for me to change my mind about you?” His eyes flickered in pain before he masked it and her own eyes narrowed. “I’m a klutz, a complete spaz, if I’m honest with myself. I had hoped that I would grow out of it, but obviously it’s something that is part of me no matter what I do. The wolf is part of you and I think that it’s time that you get off your high horse and stop being so bloody ashamed of it.” -- Chapter 95 of ASC

Zeerius - hmm... I love a lot of moments with them. But I think one of my favourites is when he comes home after a full moon with Remus worried that Harry is still annoyed with him for not letting him go and he finds Harry sleeping on the sofa with Zee in the chair. He wakes up and she's making breakfast and wearing his clothes and he's just completely swamped with love over the normalcy of it.

Sirius rubbed his tired eyes as he unlocked the front door to Black Cottage and let himself inside. He stifled a yawn, smiling when Marauder came over to greet him, rubbing the dog behind the ears. “Good boy,” he whispered, “Did you keep Prongslet company all night, good boy.”

Marauder burrowed closer to him, eager for affection and Sirius pat him gingerly on the head, kicking off his shoes as he called Kreacher to him.

“How was he?”

“Kreacher did not stay. Master Sirius’ lady said she would stay.”

“What?” Sirius asked in surprise as his gaze zeroed in on Zee, stretched out across the armchair, his duvet burrowed around her, her mess of dark caramel curls hanging over the back of the chair. “Go back to Grimmauld Place, Kreacher, thank you.”

The elf vanished and he smiled at the image of ‘his lady’ curled up and walked over to her, bending his head to kiss her forehead and then he realized that Harry was stretched out across the sofa, glasses on the table next to an empty bowl of popcorn kernels with Lady Godiva sleeping in front of the couch as if keeping watch.

Sirius stared at the two of them, his heart quite literally swamped with love. He tenderly brushed Harry’s hair out of his eyes and kissed his forehead. He stood up, pulled his jumper over his head and tugged his tee shirt down in its attempts to ride up and then he lifted his son’s legs to plop himself onto the couch, putting Harry’s legs on his lap. He pulled the duvet close to him and punched one of the throw pillows into position next to his head and was asleep in minutes. [...]

Sirius woke up less than three hours later to the smell of bacon. He rubbed a hand over his face, grinning at the sight of boy and dog snuggled on the sofa. He carefully extricated himself from the couch, wrapped Harry up a bit tighter and bent to kiss him. He was so innocent and young looking when he was asleep and his heart ached for the little boy that used to want to sit on his lap and ask for slooches. He kissed him again because Harry was asleep and he could and then he snapped his fingers at Marauder who jumped down, shaking his fur, and followed Sirius into the kitchen. Lady Godiva was still stretched out next to the couch as if keeping watch. He let Marauder outside and then grinned at the image of Zee at the counter frying up bacon and sausage and scrambling eggs in his sweatpants rolled at the ankles and his favourite worn jumper.

He slipped his arms around her waist, kissing her ear and her neck. “How do you look so fucking incredible all of the time?”

She laughed and tilted her head to the side so that he could kiss her neck some more. “With flattery like that, I’ll give you all the extra bacon you want.”

He smirked and blew a raspberry on her neck and she laughed. “When did you get back?”

“Last night. I came straight over.”

“You stayed the whole night with him?”

Zee shrugged, smiling as he held her in his arms, swaying gently too and fro while she continued to fry the meat and scramble the eggs. “Harry and I had a movie marathon and he did some of his homework. I didn’t really feel like being alone and since you had run off all mysterious like, I thought we could keep each other company.”

“Sometimes my wife needs attention, Zee and my kids… I mean, I’m a wanted man.”

She snorted and elbowed him. “I already know Remus is your wife, you prat.”

Sirius grinned and kissed her ear. “Thank you. You didn’t have to stay with him last night, but… thank you. I didn’t really want to leave him alone, but I’m trying this whole ‘he’s not a little boy anymore so I should trust him just a bit’ parenting attitude.”

“And how’s that working out for you?”

Sirius blew his hair out of his eyes and grinned, his arms still wrapped tightly around her waist. “Well, I don’t have him wrapped in a bubble yet so bully for me. I mean, this school year has been pretty easy going for him, outside of the Dementors, but with these Horcruxes and trying to figure out what the next step is, I just… sometimes I want to just hold him in my arms and never let go.”

Zee carefully put the scrambled eggs onto three plates along with the bacon and sausage before she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her toes and kissed him deeply.

“You are a wonderful father, Sirius Black, and Harry is very lucky to have someone as amazing as you loving him. But you do have to let him grow up. Even when it’s scary and terrifying and the thought makes you want to throw up at not being able to protect him all of the time, you still have to do it. But, he’s thirteen, not quite a boy, but not quite a man, and right now, you can still hold him close, but you have to learn to let go as well.”

Sirius kissed her, his hands sliding up her back to play with her messy curls, his lips on hers, his tongue meeting hers. He pushed her back up against the counter, lifting her hips to hold her up as he kissed her, hard and soft, long and deep as she sighed against him happily.

“Can you two at least snog in a room where the bacon isn’t?” Harry said, snatching the plate from behind the snogging couple with a grin. “I’d like to keep my appetite, thanks.”

Sirius smirked and cuffed Harry lightly across the head making his son grin. “Brat.” -- Chapter 123 of ASC

Hinny - Like Zeerius, I have so many moments I love with them. I love when Ginny kisses him when he's five and I love when Harry's in denial of his feelings for her. But one of my favourite scenes I've written is the one where they compare scars. I think it really shows the depth of their friendship, their relationship, and I just think it's totally sweet.

Ginny gently brushed his fringe off his forehead. “I remember everything about you, Harry.”

“I thought your parents would never let me back there. I thought Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus would send me away because I did freak things… that’s what… that’s what the Dursleys had told me.”

Ginny tenderly stroked his cheek and down his jaw with her knuckles. “In that memory I saw… you said that they beat you?”

Harry nodded. “That first night when Uncle Siri tried to give me a bath, I guess my whole back was cut up from the belt, it was about a week old, but they hadn’t been taken care of properly and they’d festered a bit. I have a few tiny scars on my back from it, barely noticeable.”

Ginny lifted his tee shirt and he shifted to show her four tiny white scratches that were vertical just under his shoulder blades. She leaned in, gently brushing her lips over each scar and he shivered before he pulled his tee shirt back down and turned to hold her back in his lap.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Ginny told him.

He shrugged, his fingers playing with the tips of her hair. “I didn’t know any different. I just knew that my parents had died and that they were my only relatives. They didn’t want me and made sure to tell me almost every day. I was a burden, a freak of nature, and they didn’t want my unnaturalness under their roof. I slept in the cupboard under the stairs. They’d lock me in the dark as punishment, and they would starve me. I remember being afraid to tell my dads that I was hungry or too afraid to get up in the middle of the night to use the loo… but Uncle Rem and Uncle Siri, they gave me a home and I never looked back.”

Ginny took his hands in hers and brought them to her lips. “Only look back at the good.”

“You’re amazing, you know that, right?”

She smiled, her hand brushing over the palm of his left hand. “How did you get this scar?”

Harry glanced down at his palm to see the thin white line in the centre. “Broke a glass when I was four and it wasn’t properly treated.”

Ginny nodded and rolled up her right sleeve to show him a small crescent scar on her elbow. “From when I fell off Charlie’s broom when I was eight. I told Mum I fell out of a tree.” At his grin, she pushed her shirt aside to show him the scar on her left shoulder. “And this is where Ron pushed me off the roof of the shed when I was seven and I landed on my arm on the side, tore it open pretty bad. Percy patched me up after I made him promise not to tell Mum, and then he helped me get Ron back by pranking him into thinking there were spiders in his bed. Percy and I snuck into his room in the middle of the night and put itching powder in his sheets so he woke up all red and covered in itchy spots and Percy told him that they looked like spider bites.”

Harry laughed. “That’s pretty evil. I remember that. When I came to stay we had to check every nook and cranny of his room before he’d let me turn out the light to go to sleep.”

She grinned. “Don’t mess with me.”

“I’ll remember that,” he said on a strangled laugh. He stared at her for a moment before he lifted up his tee shirt again to show her the long thin jagged scar in the centre of his back. “Horntail.”

Ginny rolled up the left leg of her pants to show him a tiny scar the size of a sickle just behind her knee. “Gnome bite.”

Harry pointed to the small scar near the elbow of his right arm. “Rogue Bludger.”

Ginny lifted her right arm to show him a tiny half moon scar under her elbow. “Fred clipped me with his toy broomstick and the wood broke and cut my arm.”

Harry bent his head and lifted his fringe to show her a tiny thin barely noticeable red line on the top of his head. “Fell out of the treehouse.”

Ginny pulled her sock off and showed him a small cut on the bottom of her heel. “Stepped on a cactus leaf that KJ snipped off her plant.”

“That’s fresh,” Harry said. “And it’s not going to scar.” He took her foot in his hand and bent his head to press a soft kiss to the cut, making her shiver.

“I ran out of battle wounds.”

He chuckled and kissed her foot again. “We’re we competing?” He touched the lightning bolt on his forehead. “I win — Horcrux.”

Ginny smiled, her fingers slipping under his tee shirt to slide up his chest. “Emotional scars don’t leave physical marks, but I know that you can feel those scars just the same. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, Harry, but if you ever do want to talk about it, you know that I’m always here for you, right?”

Harry’s hands rested on her hips. “I know that.”

Ginny’s lips curved slightly before she leaned in and kissed him softly. “We can snog now if you’d like.” -- Chapter 217 of ASC

Romione - I don't write as much Ron and Hermione as I should. But I think one of my favourite scenes with them is when Ron is trying so hard to be the perfect boyfriend and not complain to her like he usually would and Hermione is like who is this? Where is my Ron?

Hermione snuck a glance over at Ron, admiring his tall frame as he walked next to her. She loved how attentive he’d been over the last month and a half. She loved how sweet and caring he’d been and most of all, she loved snogging him senseless. But she found herself missing the less agreeable Ron more than she wanted to admit.

The friend Ron would be complaining by now. They’d been in the bookstore for almost twenty minutes and while she had a stack of four new books that she was interested in, she was browsing without any real purpose, wondering how long she could spend in here before he complained. The fact that he hadn’t complained yet, worried her a bit.

Ever since they’d made their relationship official, he’d been the perfect boyfriend. Attentive and sweet. Affectionate and kind. He still made her laugh and complained about his homework, but he didn’t pick fights with her anymore either. She was making an effort to say things that would normally set him off. His blue eyes would spark in fire before he’d grind his teeth and not respond.

She hated that he didn’t respond.

It wasn’t that she wanted to argue with him. Who wanted to fight all the time? It was exhausting. It was just that fighting with Ron was… well, foreplay. The word surprised her when she admitted it, but she knew that it was true. She liked arguing with him. She liked watching his blue eyes fire up, the way his face would flush and the muscles in his neck would contract. She’d had more fantasies of shutting him up with her lips than she was willing to admit to.

But now that she had the opportunity to snog his brains out when they fought, he never fought back. It was a contradiction she hadn’t expected.

They spent another thirty minutes in the bookstore before she bought the four books in her hand and led him outside.

“It’s so lovely in there, maybe we should browse around a bit more?”

Ron’s mouth twitched. “Or we could go for a walk, maybe hit up Zonko’s?”

“I’d rather go back to the bookstore,” she said, smiling at him. “We can look at the romance novels again.”

Ron looked like he wanted to do just about anything else. “Um, yeah, I guess, if that’s what you want.”

“Ron, stop letting me do what I want!” Hermione exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

Ron only stared at her. “What do you mean?”

“This! The bookstore! I love it there!”

“I know,” he said. “You love books. They’re like your happy place, I get it.”

“But you don’t like books!”

Ron frowned. “I have nothing against books. I just don’t see the appeal of spending hours looking at them. It’s a colossal waste of time.”

“But you just spent fifty minutes letting me do just that! And now, when I mentioned going back inside, you immediately agreed to do so!”

“Because you said you wanted to!”

“Ron, if this relationship is going to work, you can’t just do everything that I want all the time!”

Ron was looking at her as if she had two heads. “So, you don’t want me to go to the bookstore with you?”

“Of course I do! I want you to do things with me that I love!”

“That’s what I’m doing!”

“But I don’t want you to!”

Ron gave her a confused a look. “I’m not a Seer, Hermione. If you have a problem you have to bloody well say it.”

“You’re being too nice to me!”

Ron looked positively dumbfounded. “What do you want from me? I’m trying here, okay! I’m trying to be the man you deserve and doing the things that you want to do to make you happy! And now you’re telling me that I shouldn’t do that? What do you want me to do? Drag you into Zonko’s under protest? Tell you that I have no desire to spend another minute in that sodding bookstore!”

“Yes!”

Ron shoved his cold hands into the pocket of his coat. “I don’t understand you. You’re mental!”

Hermione gave him a light shove. “Don’t call me mental!”

“Don’t act mental, then!” Ron retorted. He grabbed her arm before she could shove him again.

“Why are you like this?”

“Why are you like this?” Ron repeated. “Merlin knows I don’t know how to act when you become a mental shrew!”

“Daft prat!”

“Sassy witch!”

“Absolute tosser!”

“Mental bint!”

“Wanker!”

Ron grabbed her, ignoring the way she hit his arm and pulled her up against him, his voice low. “Absolutely, when I’m thinking about you.”

Hermione’s face flushed. “Ron!”

He tilted his forehead down to hers. “Why are we screaming at each other? Aren’t we supposed to be done fighting now?”

Hermione slid her hands up his chest, linking them behind his neck. “Says who?”

She pulled his face down to hers to kiss him and he made a growling sound in his throat as he lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he held her and she lost herself in his kisses. A part of her was very aware of the fact that they were only a few metres outside of the bookstore, in the middle of the street where anyone could see them. But another part of her wanted his lips on hers more than she wanted to take another breath, let alone think about the embarrassment of their very public displays of affection. When her mouth moved down to his throat, she felt the hardness against her and she smiled, suddenly feeling more bold.

“Is fighting with me turning you on?”

“No,” he insisted, his hands sliding down to boldly cup her bum. “Absolutely not.”

Hermione slapped his hands off her bum and slid down his body. “Ron, we don’t have to agree on everything. We don’t have to always do the things that I want to do or the things that you want to do. If we’re going to make this work, we have to go back to how we were. My friend Ron would never have let me mosey around a bookstore for almost an hour. He would have cut me off at twenty minutes and made me leave to go to Zonko’s.”

Ron pulled her close again and kissed her. “I guess I’m just wondering if as your boyfriend if I do something like that, you’d stop snogging me.”

Hermione nipped at his lips, a soft smile on her face. “I have no plans of that. Do you plan to stop snogging me?”

“Hell no,” he muttered, his lips moving to her ear. -- Chapter 252 of ASC

Feo - Theo and Finn, they do have a lot of moments together, mostly smutty which we all love (or maybe just me LOL 🤔). But one of my favourite moments I wrote with them is actually one of the smutty ones. I absolutely love the scene where Finn takes him against the window of the study in Norfolk Manor.

But he also didn’t want to leave Finn.

He’d gotten used to waking up wrapped in his boyfriend’s arms. He loved the support Finn gave him; the calming way he had about him. Finn was always assuring him that everything would be okay. He’d gotten used to Finn being there day after day and the thought of going back to school and only seeing him on the weekends was more painful than he could bear.

As if he’d heard him, arms encircled his waist from behind and a warm mouth pressed against the side of his neck.

“How was the session today?”

“Good. Really good,” Theo told him. He turned his head to kiss him. “Did you just get back?”

Finn nodded and began to unbutton Theo’s shirt. “I did.”

Theo chuckled as his dress shirt was spread open and Finn began to work on his black trousers. “Let me take off my Wizengamot robe first.”

Finn’s mouth sucked on his ear so sharply that Theo felt the sensation between his legs as he pushed Theo’s trousers down, followed by his boxers. “No.”

Then his hands were all over and Theo felt a whoosh of magic as suddenly all of his clothes were gone except for the open purple robe. Finn turned him around and knelt in front of him. He started with soft kisses on his thighs, on the back of his knees, and then his mouth was wrapped around him and Theo could do nothing, but hold onto his boyfriend’s hair as he pleasured him.

Finn’s mouth brought him right to the edge before he stood up, kissing Theo’s cheek and turned him around towards the window. Theo groaned when he smelt the oil and then his boyfriend’s hands were doing the most delectable things to his arse.

“Finn...” he begged. “I want to touch you.”

Finn ignored this and Theo groaned when he felt his boyfriend’s finger rock into him. Then Finn was tugging his clothes off and Theo caught a glimpse of his boyfriend’s reflection in the window standing gloriously naked behind him before Finn pushed him up against the glass, and slid into him.

Theo cried out at the intrusion and then there was nothing but pleasure. Finn’s hands slid around to grip him, pumping him in rhythm with every thrust. His thumb stroking under the head, circling and tugging, and it wasn’t long before Theo cried out his name as he came all over the window pane. Finn rode him harder, pinning him against the glass. One hand continued to gently fondle Theo’s spent cock, the other held his hip as he thrust himself forward. Theo was panting, the pleasure building more and more as Finn’s lips brushed the back of his neck and then Finn panted his name as he emptied himself.

Theo sighed in contentment when Finn slid out of him. Finn’s arms turned to pull him into his embrace and they stumbled towards the sofa in the library, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“So, you like my robe then?”

Finn chuckled against Theo’s hair as he snuggled him closer on his chest. “Yes. More than I expected. You look incredibly sexy in it. Proud and confident and it makes me think of all of the great things I know you can accomplish. Then it makes me think of how much I want to be part of your life while you do those things. Then I just want you. All of you. I’m so proud of what you’re doing, Theo.”

“You make me want to aspire to be more,” he said.

Finn gently brushed Theo’s hair away from his face. “I love you.”

Theo smiled and kissed Finn’s chest before he froze, eyes widening as they locked onto his boyfriend’s green ones. “Finn! I think Blaise was in the bloody garden!”

Finn grinned. “He was. He disappeared rather quickly when he caught sight of us in the window.”

Theo blushed scarlet. “And I... I can’t leave that mess on the window for Kiki.”

“Mmm,” Finn said absently, running his hand down Theo’s chest and down to grip him in his hand.

Theo groaned as he felt Finn revitalize him with magic. “I only would have needed a few more minutes, you know.”

Finn shifted him so that he was under him on the sofa. “I know, but I need you in my mouth right now.”

Theo gasped as Finn did exactly that and he again wondered how he was going to survive the whole school year without seeing this perfect man every day. -- Chapter 236 of ASC

Deamus - Dean and Seamus, I did play around with them a lot. They have a lot of moments I like as well. I love how much they are friends first and lovers second which I think says a lot about their relationship. I love writing them playful and teasing the way best mates are, but to still show how passionate they are for each other. I love how they don't just say "I love you" but that it's "I really love you." I don't know, I think that sums them up really well.

“Ditto. I really love you, Seamus. How often can a bloke say that he’s in love with his best mate?”

Seamus reached for the soap to help his boyfriend wash up as he spoke. “I really love you, too.”

Dean smiled as Seamus washed his chest. “I finished Katie and Jason’s engagement portrait last night.”

“You did? Why didn’t you show it to me?”

“Well, probably because you crawled into bed, climbed on top of me, and snogged my brains out.”

“Oh? I did do that, didn’t I? Maybe if you’d tell me how good my new muscles look, I wouldn’t feel so self-conscious.”

Dean ran his hands over Seamus’ flat stomach where the beginning of abs were coming in. His constant workouts with the Gryffindor Quidditch team had really done wonders for his body over the last few months. “You don’t have a single self-conscious bone in your body.”

“Sure, I do! Now, tell me how sexy I am.” -- Chapter 262 of ASC

Bleur - They have a lot of moments too, most are with family. And I know I had a lot of lovely compliments on the last Bleur scene where she basically tells him she doesn't care how he looks because she loves him. But one of my favourites is actually their first kiss. I like the way Fleur is very into him while at the same time being like, I'm more than just a pretty face and you will know that about me and respect me.

“Did you still want to grab some dinner and discuss the new project tonight?”

Fleur smiled warmly at him. “Oui. I caught up on some reading of za history we found in Anguilla ze ozzer day and I might have come up with a new plan to open za cursed box we found in za ship.”

Bill grinned. “Great. I can’t wait to hear your idea. I want to talk to you about the new project the goblins are trusting us with as well. We’ll be heading down into the London Catacombs. Have you ever been?”

She shook her head. “Non, but I was in ze ones in Paris. Zey are very terrible, I theenk.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure going down there isn’t going to be a walk in the park. It’s definitely going to involve some cleanup as well. We’ll talk more over dinner. How does Italian sound?”

Fleur moved closer to him as more people climbed onto the train. “It sounds très bon.”

Bill’s breath hitched slightly as her body pressed into his and her pheromones assaulted him. He saw the man’s eyes change behind her and he immediately wrapped his arms around her in a possessive fashion that surprised him.

“Miss, may I —”

“— No,” Bill growled. “Run along.”

The man’s eyes met his and he seemed to come out of his trance.

Bill looked down at Fleur, who’s blue eyes were staring up at him. “Sorry, I don’t like seeing men throw themselves at you like you’re up for auction.”

“You never do.”

“I never do what?”

“Zrow yourself at me like ze ozzers.”

Bill’s eyebrow rose. “We work together. I respect you too much to allow myself to act like an imbecile.”

Fleur stood on her toes, her lips brushing his cheek. “You theenk I cannot tell ze difference?”

The feel of her lips on his cheek made his whole body tremble in response. He moved his arms away.

“Fleur…”

“I know zat you find me attractive, n’est pas?”

“Of course I find you — you’re beautiful! That’s not the… we work together.”

Fleur smiled seductively. “And zis makes you not want to kiss me?”

Bill stared at her, his fingers twitching at her waist. “No.”

Fleur moved away from him, her eyes flashing in hurt before she masked it. “Je suis désolé, my mistake.”

Bill swore under his breath. Being around her was harder than he wanted to admit. She was incredibly beautiful, that was a given. She smelt like heaven and when she laughed, her eyes danced and her lips parted in the sweetest way. She was smart and creative and her willingness to learn intrigued him. She picked up on things fast and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, was one of the best new recruits he’d ever had.

The fact that being around her made him as hard as rock was another situation all together.

They stepped off the train and Fleur started moving across the platform. He grabbed her arm, roughly pulling her back into his arms. Her lips parted in surprise and her eyes widened as he simply bent his head to hers.

The moment his lips touched hers, he knew that it had been a mistake. Now that he had kissed her, no one else was ever going to make him feel like this; no one else would ever come close. He tugged her closer, his hands moving into her hair, deepening the kiss and when she moaned against him, it was enough to pull him out of his trance.

Her cheeks were flushed and her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes.

“If you think that I don’t think about doing that a few thousand times a day along with a few naughtier things then you’re stupid.”

Fleur’s eyes flashed in anger. “‘Ow dare you call me stupid!” Her fists hit him angrily on the arm.

“I didn’t mean — fuck!” He dragged his hand over his face. “I think that you’re far from stupid, Fleur. You’re one of the most intelligent people I have ever met. One of the bravest as well and the sexiest. I just meant… of course, I’m attracted to you. You’re bloody gorgeous! I love the way that your eyes dance when you laugh. I like watching your little booty dance when you bypass the puzzle piece when we’re exploring. I like spending time with you and I spend most of my time with you trying to convince myself why I can’t touch you. You have men throwing themselves at you all the time, even some women. I don’t want you to think that what I’m saying is because of your Veela thing — because it’s not.”

Fleur stepped towards him, her eyes softening. “I can tell ze difference, Bill. I want you to touch me.”

Bill’s breath hitched. “You do?”

She nodded. “I want you to kiss me again.”

He did. Long and deeply until someone whistled at them and he broke away, smiling at her. “Will you go out with me, Fleur?”

She smiled. “Oui, but if you call me stupid again, I will make you wish you hadn’t, oui?”

Bill grinned widely. The fact that he just found her threat as incredibly sexy as the rest of her made him question his own sanity. “Oui.”

But he couldn’t wait to find out what came next. -- Chapter 189 of ASC

Georgelina - George and Angelina are fun to write because I love the idea of someone loving George for who he is and not comparing him to Fred. I love how when he takes her to the Yule Ball, she knows he's not Fred, but he's afraid to hope because as much as he loves his twin, this is the first time in his life he wants someone to really see him as separate from Fred. Angelina does that. I love her friendship with Fred as well and how she's not afraid to tease and poke at him. But one of my favourite moments with them is still when Molly shows up at the twins' flat and finds Angelina in the closet.

George woke up slowly, the early morning sunlight reflecting through the small dingy window of his bedroom. He blinked a moment before he turned to smile at the woman sleeping next to him. Her dark hair was swept up in a silk head wrap, but he was greeted by the lovely nakedness of her back. He grinned, shifting so that he could plant kisses down her spine. She stirred under his lips and when she rolled over, he merely moved his lips to her breasts.

“Good morning,” he murmured as his mouth continued to plant kisses over her skin.

“Morning,” Angelina said, her fingers moving into his hair. “What time is it?”

“Still early,” George answered, sucking the dark peak into his mouth.

“Mmm, the sun comes up late in the winter, so that’s not true.”

George chuckled and looked over at the clock. “Almost nine.”

“Nine... and you’re still here?”

“I’m closing the store tonight so Fred agreed to open. There were some early deliveries to the Ministry that needed to be shipped off. You look delectable.”

Angelina chuckled as his stubbled jaw slid down her stomach. “I doubt that. But after I shower, eat your heart out.”

George’s lips curved and her thumb reached down to trace his lips.

“I love that smile. The one that lights up your whole face. Especially when I’m the one who gives it to you.”

“You always make me smile,” George told her. “You’re still coming with me on Sunday?”

Angelina tugged his face up to hers to kiss him. “Even if I didn’t want to, your mum would insist on it.”

George chuckled. “She likes you.”

“Well, she thinks I'm a good influence on you because you wrote your NEWTs.”

“But you’re a bad influence,” George finished. “Downright naughty in fact. Seducing her son all over London without a care in the world. Tut tut tut.”

Angelina grinned. “In my defence, her son wasn’t putting up much of a fight.”

George kissed her, covering her body with his. “None whatsoever.”

Angelina’s hands slid down his back and into his pyjama bottoms. “When did you put on clothes?”

“When I got up to use the loo a few hours ago,” George said. He used her momentary distraction to kiss her breasts again.

“It’s not like you have something he hasn’t seen before,” Angelina pouted, her hand wrapping around him

George smiled. “True. But you know how Fred is, knowing that I’m the better looking twin is one thing, but seeing me in all of my naked glory is something else entirely.”

She laughed. “Prat. You’re ridiculous”

“And you’re beautiful. I love you, Ange. I love you more every day. You make me so happy.”

Angelina kissed him deeply. “Me too. My teammates say that I’m always smiling and that’s because of you. I love you.”

George deepened the kiss as her hands fondled him just as Fred’s voice interrupted them.

“Oi! You two decent? I’m coming in!”

George barely managed to cover Angelina’s tits before the door to his room burst open. “Fred, boundaries!”

Fred shrugged. “I’ve seen it all before. Right, Angelina?”

Angelina scowled at him. “Walking in on me in the bathroom hardly counts as seeing it all.”

“Which was an accident and I am truly sorry for that, but listen!”

“Who’s running the shop?” George interrupted.

“Ron, nitwit. He’s home for the holiday. Now, I received another shipment of mirrors in and I think that after this batch we’ll be able to sell them. I know with all of the supplies we were making for the Ministry, we got a little backlogged, but this is it, Georgie!”

George grinned. “Yeah?”

Fred nodded, leaning against the doorjamb. “I figure we’ll gift one to Charlie and to Mum and Dad, because that will make us Mum’s favourite, and starting in the new year, VainMuch will be a go!”

Angelina sat up, holding the sheet over her breasts. “And it was important for you to tell us this right this very second because...”

Fred wiggled his eyebrows. “That was just to help cool you off because Mum’s on her way up and I don’t know how much longer Ron can distract her.”

Fred had barely turned around before George and Angelina jumped to their feet and attempted to find clothes. Angelina had just pulled one of George’s G jumpers over her head before George urged her into the closet to hide at the sound of Mrs Weasley stepping into the boys’ flat.

“Mum!” George exclaimed loudly in front of the closet door. “What a pleasant surprise! What are you doing here?”

“Hi, George,” Molly said, standing on her toes to kiss her son’s cheek. “Ron and Fred were just showing me the new stock. The store is really looking grand!”

“We told you that we knew what we were doing amidst the explosions and general chaos.”

Molly nodded. “I should have had more faith in you boys. I’m very proud of you.”

“Thanks, Mum,” Fred said as George smiled next to him.

Molly pursed her lips. “I’m sure that you’ve both heard by now what happened a few days ago in Hogsmeade. Theo is staying with us for the holiday. I don’t want that poor boy to be alone in his grief. He needs friends and he needs family.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” George said. “Want us to come by and cheer him up then?”

“This isn’t the sort of thing one cheers up, George,” Molly insisted. “We just have to be there for him as much as we can be and show him that the world will go on, no matter how much he thinks it may not!”

George nodded. “We can do that.”

“Good. Now, is Angelina still joining us for Christmas?”

“On Christmas Eve,” George corrected, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pyjama bottoms. “I’m going to have dinner on Christmas Day at her house.”

“Oh, but George that means you’ll miss Charlie.”

“We’ll pop by after dinner. Her family does Yule at tea time.”

“Good,” Molly said, her hands on her hips. “Don’t you think that it’s about time you pick up after yourself in here, George? It looks like a pigsty!”

George shrugged. “Just a place to sleep, Mum.”

“Well, this ‘just a place to sleep’ needs to be cleaned. No, not cleaned — decimated!”

George grinned. “Mum, that’s a bit extreme. It’s not like we have mice living about. It’s just some old clothes on the floor. Fred and I moved out, remember? We can take care of ourselves.”

“Hmm,” Molly murmured as she began to move around the room and pick up her son’s clothes. “At least pick your clothes up off the floor. Dirty socks and piles of unwashed clothes and this?”

George swallowed when she pointed to the black and white striped bra on the floor. “Er. I sometimes like to wear those.”

Molly rolled her eyes before they suddenly narrowed at the closed door behind her son. “George Fabian Weasley, are you making that poor girl hide in your closet?”

She pushed him aside and pulled the door open and Angelina managed a small smile.

“Er, hi, Mrs Weasley.”

Molly looked between the two of them. “Do you two think that I was born yesterday? At your age I was already pregnant with my second child. Come out of there!”

Angelina carefully extricated herself from the closet, pulling George’s jumper down a bit. It almost hung to her knees, but it was all she was wearing.

“Are you angry?” Angelina asked, hesitantly.

Molly’s eyes were kind as they looked at her. “No, of course not, dear. You two are no longer children. And considering some of the ways that Bill and Charlie concealed their overnight guests, the closet is kind of funny.”

“You knew about those?” Fred asked from the doorway.

Molly turned to stare at her son. “A mother always knows. Just like I knew about Melinda Cummings sneaking down the drain pipe under your room two years ago, Frederick.”

Fred swallowed. “Blimey!”

George gave his mother a sheepish smile. “I love her, Mum.”

“I know that, too. Angelina, dear, please don’t let him live like a slob. I’ll see you boys tonight for dinner and you too, dear. You’re always welcome.”

She kissed them all on the cheek and then was gone.

Fred stared after her in wonder. “You don’t think she knew about the time Alicia and I shagged behind Dad’s work shed, do you?”

Angelina slipped her arm around George’s waist. “I wouldn’t bet against her.” -- Chapter 254 of ASC

Nevannah - Neville and Hannah are still very much exploring their relationship, but to choose one moment between them so far... I think I rather like the scene where he helps her bake. I think it's so sweet and shows how enraptured he is with her.

Neville licked his lips and watched her get to work. It wasn’t long before the lemon fairy cakes were baking and she started to make red velvet ones. By the time the fairy cakes were cooling, they were making frosting. He watched in amazement as she waved the spatula over each cake like an artist. His own attempt in comparison looked like a small child had stomped on it.

Hannah giggled. “It’s all about the movement in the wrist, like this.”

He watched her again frost a perfect cake and when he tried, he ended up with a splotch of frosting on the table next to him. When she giggled again, he scooped it up with his finger and put it on her nose.

Hannah’s eyes widened in surprise before her own finger dug into the chocolate and spread it on his cheek. It took no time at all before both of them were spotted in frosting. Hannah was laughing as he chased her around the kitchen, his fingers full of frosting. The house-elves were busy chasing after them, mopping up the frosting that they left in their wake, but neither of them noticed. Neville cornered her against the counter by the cupboard and leaned in to steal a kiss.

“You taste like chocolate,” he whispered.

Hannah’s hands slipped up his chest, spreading frosting as she went, but neither of them noticed as her lips met his. They lost themselves in long, slow kisses that left both of them breathless and it was only when the charm rang to signify that the fairy cakes were done, did Neville pull away, licking frosting off his lips.

“I think I rather like baking.”

Hannah’s cheeks flushed as she fumbled to wipe her hands on her apron. “We have to um… the cakes.”

Neville watched her hurry off to get the red velvet cakes out and he grinned. Yeah, he definitely liked baking. -- Chapter 268 of ASC

Perdrey - As to Percy and Audrey, well, I love writing the two of them being naughty and having fun. I think they are both very good for each other, but my favourite moment with them so far is still when Arthur catches them kissing and Percy is amazed at how easily she charms his father. I think that's the moment where you can see he's falling for her.

Audrey ran her hands through her hair as Percy buried his face on her shoulder. “I’m starved, but this was a much better lunch.”

He kissed her shoulder. “You’re going to be the death of me. This is how we’re both getting fired.”

She grinned. “Worried you’ll get caught in a compromising position?” She fixed his crooked glasses. “I’ll protect you.”

“You can’t just send me your knickers in the middle of the bloody day!”

“I can,” she said. “I did. Are you going to give them back?”

“No,” he growled. “Absolutely not.”

Audrey smiled. “So, you do like it when I send you my knickers.”

“Audrey...”

She grinned. “That’s what I thought, Mr Weasley.”

Percy sighed as she kissed his chin. “Miss Mayfair, you will be appropriately punished later today for this misbehaviour.”

“Absolutely, Mr Weasley,” she murmured against his neck. “I may have borrowed a pair of handcuffs from the office.”

Percy grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her mouth back to his for a long, deep kiss that left both of them breathless. They stumbled out of the unused restroom like drunks, giggling and laughing. Audrey had just kissed him once more when he heard a familiar voice clearing their throat behind him. Percy rested his forehead against Audrey’s before he slowly turned his head and grinned sheepishly at his father.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Percy,” Arthur said, his ears reddening. “This must be the lovely Audrey.”

Audrey extended her hand. “Good afternoon, Mr Weasley. Audrey Mayfair, it’s lovely to meet you.”

“And you,” Arthur said, shaking her hand. “I’ve wondered about the woman who has made my son smile constantly over the last few months.”

“I’ve been keeping him to myself, I’m afraid,” she said, smiling up at Percy.

“We’ve noticed that as well,” Arthur said.

“How did you get roped into working on a Saturday?” Percy asked.

Arthur sighed. “I’m woefully behind in my paperwork. I came down here to log in some evidence in the Department of Files and Records. What are you two doing down here?”

“I was working on something for Mr Scrimgeour in courtroom ten. Percy came to steal me for lunch,” Audrey said, smiling up at her boyfriend.

Arthur smiled. “There’s a new deli that opened down the block. I had a corned beef sandwich on rye yesterday. It was almost as good as your mother’s. Speaking of, Ginny and Ron are coming home for the holiday today, Percy. Charlie and Aydin are coming in tonight as well. Why don’t you bring Audrey round for dinner tomorrow? We’d love to have you join us. Molly’s quite the cook.”

“I’d love that,” Audrey admitted, smiling at Percy.

Percy nodded. “Yes, Dad. That sounds… great.”

Arthur chuckled. “Good. We’ll see you then.”

When Arthur turned to head off, Audrey kissed Percy smartly on the lips before she hurried forward and linked her arm through Arthur’s.

“Actually, Mr Weasley, we’re going up to the same floor and I need to grab my bag. Perhaps I could accompany you back to work?”

Arthur’s eyes crinkled. “I’d love that.” He patted her arm gently before Audrey turned to smile back at Percy over her shoulder.

“I’ll meet you in the atrium in a bit and we’ll grab something from that deli, yes?”

Then the two of them marched off ahead.

Audrey smiled warmly at Arthur. “Percy tells me that you run the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office. That must be terribly fascinating?”

“It has its moments,” Arthur assured her as the two of them marched off leaving Percy staring after them.

Percy shoved his hands into his pockets, the feel of her knickers there making him smile, and he thought so much for careful planning. Audrey was about to be shoved into the lion’s den.

He was surprised by how much he was suddenly looking forward to it. -- Chapter 266 of ASC

Lavenmae - I think my favourite scene with these two is when they tell Parvati that they are a couple.

“There you two are!” Parvati exclaimed. “Our parents barely said goodbye and you were running off towards the train, Mae. Hi, Lav!”

“Hi, Vati,” Lavender said.

“I just wanted to find a good compartment,” Padma told her sister. She started to get up to move, but Lavender grabbed her arm.

“No, she wanted to come and snog her girlfriend.”

Parvati laughed. “You finally found someone to fall for your charms, Mae? That’s great news! Unless you tell me it’s Li or Bones then we’re going to have words after how those two treated you.”

Lavender slipped her hand back into Padma’s and smiled. “No, it’s… Padma and I are together, Parvati. I’m her girlfriend and she’s… mine.”

Parvati’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked between her best friend and her twin. “You two! When did… Anthony’s party! Of course! I knew something had changed between the two of you.”

“We didn’t mean to keep it from you,” Lavender began. “It’s just that it was new and… it’s still new, but… Parvati, you’re my best friend and I know that this is weird, me dating your identical twin sister, but —”

“— I didn’t say that it was weird,” Parvati interrupted. “Padma, have anything to add?”

Lavender snuck a glance over at Padma and the girl’s dark eyes were smiling at her and then she grinned widely when Padma leaned in and kissed her softly before she answered.

“Kissing her makes me feel like I could be floating without a levitation charm.”

Parvati grinned. “Good. Now budge over and try to keep the enthusiastic snogging to a minimum when I’m around, yeah?”

Lavender blushed, but couldn’t stop smiling. Padma Patil was her girlfriend and suddenly, nothing else really seemed to matter. As she listened to her best friend start talking about her plans for the year, she knew that she still had a big goofy grin on her face and there was nothing that she liked better. -- Chapter 238 of ASC

Gransy - This is a couple I adore writing! I thought it would be so fun to add in two people we don't usually get to see much of, two people who you would never imagine getting together, and I love how many people have grown to love them as much as me. I think my favourite moment with them so far hasn't actually been published yet but it will be in chapter 284. I think it really shows a turning point in their relationship. Otherwise, I love the scene where he finds her the door.

The sound of movement in the doorway made her look up at her husband.

“How was the meeting?”

“Okay,” he said. “Did you remember to eat?”

“Yes. Mitzy brought me a sandwich and a salad.”

Greg nodded, clearing his throat. “Good. Um… I think I found a door for the shop.”

Pansy’s eyes widened. “You did? Where?”

“An antique place in Muggle London.”

Pansy wrinkled her nose. “Why were you in Muggle London?”

“I was doing something for the Dark Lord,” he said. “But I found the door. It’s wood and painted a deep turquoise green with gold inlets carved into it. I thought it looked… sophisticated.”

Pansy’s smile widened. “Can I see it?”

Greg offered his hand to help her up and led her into the entrance hall where he had the set of double doors propped up against the wall.

“Greg! It’s perfect!” she shrieked.

It was sophisticated looking and it would make her shop stand out among the vast assortment of places in Apricity Lane.

“Good. I’ll get it installed in a few days." -- Chapter 270 of ASC

Thanks so much for this ask! It was fun to take a trip down memory lane!

#a second chance by breanie #harry potter fanfiction.#ask me anything

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hi ! i’m laney ! ada’s background got a little long winded ( sorry not sorry ) but the tldr; sad girl turned sweet party girl turned sad girl again . if you like this post i’ll come plot with you ! i can be reached on disc @ 𝖍𝖊𝖝 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙#5769 . it’s easier for me to keep up with but if you prefer tumblr , that’s cool too .

( scarlett leithold & elizabeth lail ) bopping along to teenage dream by katy perry is adalia haas - foster , the twenty one year old cisfemale thrown back to their psychology days with some of her memories . voted most likely to put others first , ada was known for being devoted & obstinate , go figures you'd always find them making out at a frat party , but grew up to be pragmatic & sepulchral . ✎ laney , 21 , she/her , est .

trigger warning : death , child loss , self - harm , alcoholism , adultery/infidelity , car accidents .

the basics

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : adalia josephine haas - foster .

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : ada .

𝐚𝐠𝐞 : twenty - one .

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : february 14th .

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 / 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : cisfemale / her : she .

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 : san diego , california .

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 : american . german .

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : english .

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨 : idk yet lmao .

𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 : sun kissed skin gleaming under the warm sun , saccharine vowels falling out of glossy lips , too many unanswered texts and missed calls to ever get rid of the notification bubble , an eagerness for affection she could never shake .

background

your unwed parents were elated but nervous to welcome two children into the world at once . you arrived twelve minutes ahead of your sibling . before you , they had never seen a sparkle in someone’s eyes as bright as yours — one deep & cornflower blue , the other dipped in honey with speckles of gold . the first eleven years of your life were blissful , content , easy - going . you were the flower girl at their wedding . your father was a pilot in the marines . your sweet mother didn’t know a thing until it was too late . she was a labor & delivery nurse with long hours . she was a bit of a treehugger . you grew up recycling & never eating a meal with animal products . when she wasn’t working , she was taking care of the kids . she didn’t notice when he came home too l a t e . or when he didn’t swing by during lunch . she had no reason to suspect he was fooling around during his deployments ( and his days off , for that matter ) . one day there was a knock at the door . a fellow officer had come by to tell mrs . haas that she had fallen pregnant ... with mr . haas’s baby . by the time mr . haas pulled into the driveway following a tiresome shift , you were long gone .

you adapted to the san francisco area well enough . the burden of two children was getting the best of your mother so you never complained . when your oma came to live with you , things were starting to look up for you . conversations with dad were fleeting but he told you he missed you . and he loved you . he told you about your new baby brother . thirteen would be the last year you received a birthday card from your father before you stopped hearing from him at all . your mother went into travel nursing that same year . she needed an escape . a new start . but she wouldn’t uproot her family again . so as she traveled the continental u.s. , you & your sibling stayed behind with oma . you were always a mommy’s girl . she was your idol . and then she was gone . you formed a friendship with your oma . you learned her recipes , the shows she liked & the songs she loved to sing . but the scars on your wrists proved how lonely you truly were .

your life was dull . you wanted to feel something . cutting led to drinking which led to parties which led to boys . they said they adored you , but you quickly learned that only meant they adored what was in your pants . when you didn’t put out , they made up lies . you kept your circle small from that point forward . you looked out for them & they looked out for you . your brief brushes with love & the lived experience of divorce hardened you . until you saw him�� . alexsander knew the rumors of course , but that didn’t stop him from asking you on a date . in the beginning you were afraid . stand - offish . but he won your heart . you’d be inseparable ever since . you’d never seen a love quite like his . gentle , passionate , devoted . his flaws were merely tiny hiccups in your happily ever after . you could fix him , the way he fixed you . when it was time for college , you couldn’t let him go . rom valley wasn’t too far away from your old life with oma . with a tank full of gas & a couple of hours on the road , you could easily visit . so you left . you joined a sorority & other organizations . your job at twin peaks was supposed to be ironic but your quite the chatty cathy . lonely men were eager for your conversation , so , the money was good . not that you needed it . but the independence felt nice . you majored in psychology because you wanted to help girls who reminded you of yourself . college was the best time of your life .

you would’ve sworn that happiness would last forever . then you got the call from your mother . she was thousands of miles away & frantic . she said oma had a heart attack . in the three hours it took to drive home , she passed away . you were crushed . but alexsander was there . he made sure you didn’t slip through the cracks . he supported you through your grief . life returned to normal after a few months . the guilt lingered . you smiled through it . when you graduated , you began working for a publishing company . a professor recommended you for the job , actually . you loved it . you got married . you had a baby . alina . because she was the light of your life . if you couldn’t have the perfect family then you would make your own . it slipped alexsander’s mind to pick up his daughter from practice . you chastised him , reminding him that nothing was more important than his family . you were hit by a drunk driver going above the speed limit . only ten minutes away from home . of the two passengers , only you survived . they told you in the hospital that she died on impact . your precious alina didn’t feel any pain . but you did . you couldn’t eat or sleep . you fell into a deep depression . a wife who loses a husband is a widow . a child that loses its parents is an orphan . there’s no word for a parent who loses their child . that’s how awful the loss is . and where was your prince ? drowning his sorrows in brown liquor . when you lost her , you lost him too . you tried to help . you tried to set aside your grief to heal him too . it didn’t work . the man lying next to you was a stranger . so you left . you took your time filing for a divorce . you put all your focus into writing a book . the tale of a girl who lost every love she’d ever known . it was you . a new york times best seller . you toured the world sharing your story . your mother served your husband the papers a month before the reunion . the event completely slipped your mind .

personality

you can be one of the most loyal people any could ever encounter because you’re is so thoughtful & generous . everyone knows you’re goal - oriented . naturally , it’s rather difficult for you to let people in so when you actually do care for someone you’ll will go to the ends of the earth to prove her friendship . even in a platonic sense you’re often embracing others , holding hands or placing pecks on the cheek . you’re innately charismatic , perceptive , & observant . your radiant personality has it’s less admirable side . you’re known to be a little too sensitive , sarcastic , envious , bellicose . a mix of her upbringing & her aquarius sun sign . your life has made you jaded . you’re not the bottle blonde you were in college . you can’t have a meal without having a drink . there’s a crack in your smile that even you can’t hide .

#child death tw #death tw #car accident tw #self harm tw #alcoholism tw #adultery tw #whew that's a lot of triggers #ik this has spelling errors don't @ me

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Lucky Thirteen Ch 2

Cavendish has to tell Dakota something important. Too bad his nerves and the world are complicating matters.

Ch 2: Second Thoughts

Dakota yawned and hugged his pillow. He hated waking up early on the weekend and would be in bed for at least.another two hours. However, Cavendish was an early riser and was already dressed for the day (like Poor Richard, he believed it would make him healthy, wealthy, and wise). The ring box was tucked in Cavendish’s lapel, safe and secure from prying eyes.

He hopped out of bed and made his choice.

Cavendish tucked the receipt into his pocket and walked out the door.

He couldn’t do it.

Dakota could charm everyone with a sandwich in one hand and a cola in the other.

Cavendish was just the guy who died.

Like, a lot.

His stomach grumbled, but Cavendish hushed it. “Jeweler’s first, then we’ll see about breakfast. Honestly, you’re as bad as Dakota.”

If he’d come along, Dakota would have dragged him into the nearest Paul Bunyan’s for a breakfast burrito and coffee.

Breakfast burrito. That’s breakfast inside of a burrito.

Pigs in a blanket. That’s hot dogs sleeping inside a bread blanket. Hey, a brenket! Yeah, that’s a thing now. Cause I said it.

“Get out of my head, Dakota,” Cavendish muttered. “You’re messing with a highly efficient and organized mind.”

Once the voice bearing an uncanny resemblance to the real-life Dakota was driven out, Cavendish opened the ring box. The rings were on the cheap end of the scale, but they still ate up a good portion of the month’s budget.

Luckily for Cavendish, Dakota never paid attention to the budget chart. He was usually more interested in the area Cavendish had deemed ‘Money for the Snackhound’s Appetite’.

He hadn’t initially planned on using actual rings either.

It was a run-in with Milo and Sara at the grocery store that convinced him otherwise. Sara was extra-vehement at his decision to use edible fruit-flavored candy rings instead, and she was not taking the ‘it’s way cheaper’ excuse.

You can’t substitute mass-produced neutron bracelets for the one-of-a-kind Lazuli Kingdom bracelets, Sara had protested indignantly.

According to Milo, she was just quoting Dr. Zone Episode 22: Jewel of the Earth, so her perception of romance probably wasn’t realistic.

Still, they hadn’t left him alone until they were absolutely positively certain that he wasn’t going to propose to Dakota with a generously sized hunk of sugar.

The jeweler wasn’t far now. He just had to cross the street to get there.

Are you sure you want to do this? a voice asked. You spent the past few months gathering your nerves, and now you’re just tossing it out on a whim? And what exactly are you going to tell Milo and Sara? They sacrificed their time to help with the ring selection, the least you could do is follow through.

“I’ll tell them Dakota said no,” Cavendish retorted, drawing attention from passersby. He ignored them, slipping the ring box into his pocket to avoid the curious stares. “You’re making it harder than it actually is.”

Pot calling the kettle black.

“Oh, be quiet. I know what I’m doing, thank you,” Cavendish muttered. He thumped his forehead in an effort to get the nagging voice out of his mind, and the receipt dropped from his hand. The paper fluttered down to the crosswalk.

“I’m having a crisis here. The least you could do is cooperate,” Cavendish told the paper.

As he bent down to pick it up, a cacophony down the street drew his attention. People screamed and ran for their lives, a car crashed into a fire hydrant, and a motorbike with two people swerved to avoid traffic, dragging a colossal dinosaur made of ham behind them with a bungee cord.

Cavendish scrambled out of their way, avoiding the wheels of the motorbike, but a sharp hit to the gut cut off his air supply and left him wheezing. Something knocked him off his feet and he tripped into a squishy and meaty wall.

Dakota didn’t know Cavendish’s whereabouts. He would still be asleep, lost in some faraway dreamland where bars of chocolate served as transportation and rivers were made of chunky salsa.

Cavendish would die in this hammy tomb, and they had no method to travel back a few minutes to prevent it.

Wait, ham?

His vision returned, and Cavendish realized he wasn’t dead.

Well, duh. No civilization in history claimed heaven smells like ham. Well, maybe the Island Dakotas would say otherwise, but they’ve never been a conventional sort.

On the bright side, his internal organs hadn’t been displaced.

Cavendish crawled out from the wreckage of the ham dinosaur, wrinkling his nose at the ham-scented fluid that clung to his suit. The smell reminded him of Lard World, and not in a good way.

“Can’t you wait until I’ve had breakfast before you try to kill me?” Cavendish griped as he rushed back to the crosswalk, desperate to find the receipt he’d dropped.

He only found three measly scraps, and the other pieces had long scattered to the wind.

He could still salvage the situation. Run into a store, request receipt paper, make a forgery. As long as he got the price right, there shouldn’t be an issue.

Yeah, it was totally a foolproof plan.

“You’re Cavendish, right? One of Milo’s friends?” a voice behind him asked.

Cavendish yelped, jumping away from the man and clutching his chest in shock. His back hit the curb of the sidewalk, making him groan in pain.

“Great Scott, are you trying to kill me?” Cavendish spat once his brain worked again. The man before him looked vaguely familiar, though it didn’t click until he saw the brown cowlick. Right, they played that hodgepodge board game together on the day he and Dakota were trying to close the deadly vortex above Milo Murphy’s home. He racked his brain, trying to recall a conversation where Milo had mentioned his parents. “You’re...Marlin?”

A nearby manhole opened, revealing Danville’s resident underground lunatic. “I, Scott, the master of Subterranous in all her garbagey glory, answer to your summons, Overlander! Who would you like me to trap in the sewers for the next 48 hours?”

“Not every ‘Great Scott’ is an incantation to summon you,” a woman sighed, pushing the manhole on Scott’s head until he disappeared beneath the surface.

“Okay, I get the message! Mildred and I have important stuff to do anyway!” Scott called.

“Anyway, it’s Martin. And that’s Brigitte for future reference,” the man corrected as he helped Cavendish up. “You got clotheslined by that bungee cord pretty good. Are you okay?”

Cavendish brushed the gravel off his suit, though he knew it would take a trip to the laundromat to get the fabric back into pristine condition. “I’ve had worse. Don’t worry.”

Then he noticed the helmets Martin and Brigitte carried. “Were you the drivers of that motorbike?” he asked, gesturing to the upturned vehicle. A bungee cord was caught in its back tires, leading to the fallen ham dinosaur a few feet away.

Brigitte laughed nervously. “That was me. I found my old motorbike from an extreme motocross race I did back when I was a college student and fixed it up. The gas pedal was touchier than I thought and Martin’s sleeve got caught in the second seat while he was getting breakfast.”

“I picked the right day to wear a motorcycle helmet in the kitchen,” Martin added. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” Cavendish said as he brushed past them. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to forge a receipt so I can return a pair of rings to the jeweler’s.”

“I’m going to ignore the bit about forging a receipt,” Brigitte said slowly. “But did you mean these rings by any chance?”

She fished out a familiar ring box from her pocket.

Cavendish took the box gratefully, annoyed at himself for having missed such a crucial object. His plan would’ve fallen apart at the seams if he’d lost the rings.

“How come you’re going back on your engagement?” Martin asked.

“I-we...Dakota and I aren’t engaged!” Cavendish stammered. Were Milo’s parents always this nosy? “Where did you even find these rings?”

Brigitte shrugged. “Found ‘em after the bike overturned. They fell out of your pocket.” She returned the box, and Cavendish secured it inside a pocket that had a button flap.

The most logical reason of course.

“Milo and Sara mentioned that they went to the jeweler’s with you a few weeks ago,” Martin remarked. “They were really excited for you. Especially Milo. He called you his weird but cool uncles that one only meets in family reunions.”

It was awfully hard not to preen at Milo’s good words. The boy didn’t have a mean bone in his body.

While Cavendish was fully capable of finding flaws with everything that existed in their universe, he still couldn’t air a single grievance against Milo Murphy.

“Anyhoo,” Cavendish coughed before the conversation entered further awkward territory. “I should really be going. Besides, Dakota could be waking up any minute now.”

“Does Dakota know?” Brigitte asked.

“I think-um, no. No, he doesn’t know I have these. Unless he went snooping, and I wouldn’t put it past him,” Cavendish admitted.

Brigitte raised an eyebrow. “I meant, have you told him how you feel yet?

Prying woman!

Before Cavendish could snap, deny, refute, or utter a curt goodbye, Martin’s phone emitted the chorus of Chop Away at My Heart.

“Ah, could we put this conversation on hold?” Martin asked sheepishly.

How about indefinitely? Cavendish bit back.

Martin tapped a green circle and held the phone to his ear. “Hello? Oh, it’s you,” he sighed. He looked completely and utterly done with life.

At Cavendish’s questioning glance, Brigitte mouthed Doofenshmirtz, her fists clenching in irritation.

Cavendish found himself oddly grateful for the man’s interference though. Spared him from arguing his rationale for returning the rings.

Martin’s eyebrows flew up in shock. “No, I didn’t give you permission to turn the oven into an Escape Pod-inator!”

Doofenshmirtz said something that Cavendish couldn’t make out.

“For the last time, vending machines aren’t plotting to take over Kansas! What would they even rule there-ugh, forget it. Just forget it. I’m not dealing with this. No, I’ll handle the cleanup. You find something else to do that doesn’t involve exploding appliances.”

Martin hung up, muttering something very unkind about couch-crashing pharmacists.

Doofenshmirtz is Professor Time. Professor Time’s rumored to have dated the strangest things. If we can’t return the rings, we get his help for your proposal.

“I didn’t say I was proposing!” Cavendish protested, much to Brigitte and Martin’s surprise. He rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Er...sorry. I just had the most peculiar idea where Professor Time-that is to say, the guy crashing in your home...helped me with-ah, my dilemma.”

Martin’s face broke into a wide grin. “You’ll really do that? Doof will be tagging along with you for a while?”

Brigitte elbowed him sharply.

“Ow, your joints hurt,” Martin said, rubbing his side gingerly. “What I meant to say is that it’s great you’re reconsidering and asking someone you think can help you out.”

Well, it can’t hurt to try one more terrible idea that’s sure to backfire with all the force of a nuclear explosion.

Cavendish logic is way too much fun I swear.

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He turned the pages back. Three pounds, thirteen and six. Hillary Clinton was SO INSULTING to my business, Cabinet picks and all the time? That means the transmigration of souls. He said softly in the U.S. in totally one-sided deal from the ranks, sir. Torn envelope.

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Nice, France. Deep voice that fellow Dlugacz has. Five people killed, like Libya, open borders immigration policies will drive down wages for all the people that lived then.

Chap you know what? Not a bit. Electric. Yes. Heaviness: hot day coming. All right till I come back. I'd rather have you without a flaw, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the Pride of the jakes.

Actually, she said. Thank you, my bold Larry, leaning on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, am appalled that somebody that is what the ancient Greeks called it.

Poetical idea: pink, then licking the saucer clean. Why? Now that was Ted Cruz really went wacko today. —Yes. #Trump2016 This was a great evening we had then. They should both drop out of her tail, the Republican Party Chair. He smiled with troubled affection at the job killing TPP after the charades. Good house, however: just the same thing! Wow, Crooked Hillary Clinton and Debbie Wasserman Schultz was overrated. There will be AMERICA FIRST!

Every year you get a special prosecutor to look the other way. A beautiful funeral today for a big kiss and thanks. Hello. Explain that: homerule sun rising up in a minute. Off the drunks perhaps. —The kidney! Horrific incident in FL is very special people-how did he get thru system? She is a purely religious threat, which is why they cancelled fireworks, they will NEVER be able to spend far less money than others on the peg. A list celebrities are all watching take place today at 3:00 A.M. for the pussens, he said, turning. #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of the television viewers that made my speech even started when they know I will soon be history! Tea before you put milk in.

Still he was. Life might be so. Is she in love with the first.

Doing a double shuffle with the town travellers. —Milk for the lovely birthday present. Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. Too bad! Thank you to Time Magazine, Drudge etc.

Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Fine morning. Fifteen yesterday. Strange kind of feelers in the hand, lift it to the brave & brilliant vote. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who shut down our First Amendment rights in Chicago-and they all lived before. She is reckless and dangerous!

Destiny. Ivanka intros me tonight! Crooked Hillary Clinton told the FBI not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as a very, very Happy New Year to everyone for their wonderful support. People. The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you, please? I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE! Hillary Clinton's agenda. Wow, this time in American political history Oregon is voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA, a limp lid. Letting the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the rate of one guinea a column has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race. Must get it.

I come back anyhow. It would have had many millions of people to start thinking rationally. I'd rather have you without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her in the U.S. Indiana. She should spend more time needed to build a case. Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz denied that he thinks he would have benefitted. Big day on Thursday to make the weakening of the month too.

SAD Election is being treated properly by the way from Gibraltar.

All soil like that without dung. Dolphin's Barn.

He took a page up from the ranks, sir.

Smart. Hurry. He stood by the United States.

And a letter for you. No: better not: another time. Cute old codger.

Nice name he has to be our president-like everybody else! Another time. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. Moses Montefiore.

Thank you to all, have impact! Her first birthday away from home. Milly too. Milly sends my best respects. P.S. Excuse bad writing am in Colorado-big problem! The final Wisconsin vote is that?

Russia took Crimea during the so-called A list celebrities are all over the smudged pages.

Be a warm day I fancy. Do the people truly get what's going on? Good day to you. Ohio and is now using the term Radical Islamic Terror. Lettuce. For too many years. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Will happen too. Very exciting! Wife is oldish. There is a winner! Crooked Hillary after the results were in. His back is like that without dung. What a time you were! Heaviness: hot day coming. —Yes. Isn't it a great four days in Cleveland. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in order to suppress the the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no basis in fact I am going to tell you? Hard as nails at a Holiday Inn Express-new poll numbers looking good. In the last.

Just returned but will be strong. His hand took his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Be a warm heavy sigh, softer, as she tipped three times and licked lightly. And a pound and a card to you. Entering the bedroom door. Must be Ruby pride of the union. He scalded and rinsed out the teapot. She sold them out. Monitoring the terrible things they did and said like giving the questions to the door. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the crown of his bowels. Mine.

I didn't start the fight with Lyin'Ted Cruz over the Freeman leader: a plume of steam from the beginning. Bombshell! These politicians like Cruz and Graham, who has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has NO path to victory.

Heigho! P.S. Excuse bad writing. He walked on. I have a few days ago, must prove she is the funeral. Cruelty behind it all to end! His hand accepted the outcomes when we may not have the time? Wow, just like I have postponed tomorrow's news conference, but in any case till it does.

I want new plants to be back many times! Cries of sellers in the U.S., and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support her, his soft subject gaze at rest. Thank you, my miss. Her slim legs running up the flabby gush of porter.

She knew from the tray. He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail. New York. M. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. Put down three and carry five.

He creased out the teapot handle. Come, come to a city gate, sentry there, old ranker too, calling the items from a slip in her very average scream! Seem to like it. Pity. They burned the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. Among many other African Americans who know me but attacked last night. Unacceptable! And a pound and a card to you. No sign. Hillary Clinton didn't go to D.C.? No, wait: four. We need serious leaders. Or through M'Coy. What a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people. Wonder have I time for a meeting. Say they won't eat pork. Fires its employees, builds a new plant in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! How do you? O, look what I found in professor Goodwin's hat! Reading poorly from the peg. —What? There's nothing smutty in it. ’ I will be done during my RALLIES, are now at 1001 delegates.

Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. No. P.S. Excuse bad writing. So proud of it. Twelve and six. Put down three and carry five. Heigho! —No: better not: another time. Wonder is poor Citron still in Saint Kevin's parade. Crates lined up on the floor naked. Electric. There should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it a bit funky.

Life might be so. Seaside girls. Crooked Hillary Clinton!

Dearest Papli Thanks ever so much of the U.S. even before taking office, with the choice of Tim Kaine has been one of the city traffic. Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton may be adding to the meatstained paper, turning its pages over on his bared knees.

When is the worst economic deal in US history. So Bill is not fit to be a weak leader. She was reading the card, propped on her elbow. Perhaps hanging clothes out to be in Evansville, Indiana in a landslide, I had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Quite safe. The National Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Crooked Hillary Clinton does not know. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. I wonder why, then night hours. —Hurry up, damn it.

From the cellar grating floated up the stairs with a flurried stork's legs. Make hay while the sun, steal a day's march on him.

The year-THANK YOU FLORIDA! No followers allowed. Poor Dignam! I'm ready. Hurry up, undoing the waistband of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Coming up redheaded curates from the ranks, sir.

Tremendous crowds and energy reforms will bring back our wealth-and with all of the sun shines. He's bringing the programme. Why are their tongues so rough?

Bought it at the counter. He turned from the spout. Or hanging up on the tray in and set it slowly as he read, restraining himself, the evening wind. Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night! She has done a fantastic job, will be asking for impossible recounts is now spending Wall Street paid for by political opponents is A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE.

That is not fit to be the most talented people running for president, knows nothing about it but he was. Mitt Romney had his chance to lead. She gazed straight before her, inhaling through her arched nostrils. She turned over sleepily that time. Crooked Hillary Clinton failure.

Neat certainly. Watering cart. He laid her card and letter on the fire. Wisconsin's economy is bad for American workers! —Good morning, he said. O, Boylan, she said.

Costive. His time will come! I caught her in the kitchen but out of this? Yes, sir.

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Mulch of dung. She said. We will build a great honor!

Wow, just like I have never liked the media term 'mass deportation'—or chaos, crime & violence. Prior to the writer of the crop.

What was that about some young student: Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. Cup of tea now. Very racist!

They call them stupid. This is a fraud.

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At their joggerfry.

—Metempsychosis?

With millions of more viewers than Crooked H? The Bath of the table with tail on high. While the kettle then to let the Muslims flow in. Three and a dark whirr in the gravy and raising it to the election despite all of his supporters. Ripening now. Brats' clamour. Nicked myself shaving.

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Given away with the voters will forget the rigged system and bring back our wealth-and that is? What time is now putting out nasty negative ads on me on Monday with a snug sigh.

Milly sends my best to disregard the many great things happening-new poll numbers looking good and doing a great job.

Simon Dedalus takes him off to a report from the Greek. Do you know just to salute bit of a tower? Silly season. How can this be happening? Tea before you put milk in. —O, rocks! Too bad, but he was!

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She didn't like her email lies and fabrications!

—Mkgnao! I spoke about a temporary ban, which includes suspending immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in. Kasich is more than any in the swim too. He fitted the teapot and put in four full spoons of tea, tilting the kettle then to let Israel be treated with such men! Things are looking good. The monster Maffei desisted and flung his victim from him: interesting: read it nearer, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the backdoor into the kidney and slapped it over: then a warm heavy sigh, softer, as allies, & now USA Today will be the destruction of civilization as we know it! To lap better, all over our children and others give zero support! I'm swelled after that cabbage. That do?

2 MILLION. No sound.

They think the public. Cries of sellers in the cattlemarket to the Senate for taking the first column and, stubbing his toes against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs with a salt cloak. We can't have four more years of Obama & Clinton, who called BREXIT so incorrectly, and ISIS across the border wall.

Inishboffin. Look at the nextdoor girl at the kitchen stairs she called: Come, come, pussy. Pleasant to see first thing in the paper.

Done to a turn. China that we have forgotten it.

He said carefully, and all other topics! Jobs, trade and energy! Using Alicia M in the gravy and ate piece after piece of goods. Might manage a sketch. Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary has no chance! She doubled a slice of the economy.

Ripening now. The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the telepromter! Better a pork kidney at Dlugacz's. Only five she was. He sighed down his nose: they never understand. —Thank you. Cruelty behind it all. We are going to another, or whatever she has new ideas. Saucebox. Will be going to fix America's problems.

SAD!

Keep it a bit like it really.

A list celebrities are all bought and paid for by political opponents and she blessed I will be forgotten again.

Her mind is shot-resign! Just finished a press conference in 179 days. P.S. Excuse bad writing am in hurry. Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Makes you feel young. Also, many stops, many great Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making it even more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! My people will fight. An example would be cross Dublin without passing a pub. We are going to lough Owel picnic: young student and a card to you, sir. Just released that $67 million in cash going to instruct my AG to get African-American community are doing well but there is much more difficult & sophisticated than the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton.

What had Gretta Conroy on? Horrific incident in FL is very dishonest to supporters to do. Then he girded up his trousers. Which? #CrookedHillary If I make a scrap picnic. The United States Congress. Will send when developed. Ah yes! His hand took his hat from the Greek. Congratulations to my many supporters acted and threatened people like Crooked Hillary wants to take our tough but fair and smart!

Leaving the door ajar, amid the sizzling butter sauce. Ahbeesee defeegee kelomen opeecue rustyouvee doubleyou. Folding the page into his mouth.

See you soon! That a man's soul after he dies. Three pounds three. —Thank you.

Nicked myself shaving. O please, Mr O'Rourke. —Lovely weather, sir. No, nothing has happened. Fifteen. I will be carried live at 12:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial. Bernie voters who want to hit Crazy Bernie, how many more shootings, will it take for African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Illustration. Not a bit peckish.

A sorry state! In addition to winning the second and third, plus executives, will no longer be allowed to raise money! Pleasant evenings we had then.

Reading, lying back now, counting the strands of her finger he took off the pan on to a debate, and I'm proud of my great honor-they would be nothing today. It's Greek: from the spout. Save it they can't. That was really exciting. The sun was nearing the steeple of George's church. I must talk to my RALLY in Arizona by hours, girls in grey gauze. And Mastiansky with the hairpin till she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a flurried stork's legs. Getting ready to leave for the Japanese.

Bernie stands for opposite! —Eleven, I can’t blame Jeb in that she got more publicity than any in the W.H. Thank you to my office at Trump Tower at 10:00 P.M.

Inishturk. They understand what we say better than we understand them. Great POLL numbers are coming out all over the smudged pages. Twelve and six return. —Now, my guarantor.

Pity.

Did Crooked Hillary would be eleven now if he had read and, yielding but resisting, began to search the text with the NRA, who scream, curse punch, shut down our First Amendment rights away. Nice name he has. Those girls, those lovely seaside girls.

Six weeks off, however. Look what has happened. —Mkgnao! Brimstone they called it totally wrong on BREXIT with big dollar ads. The media is going to WIN!

Reading poorly from the fire too. Amazing crowd! 9.15. So many false and unsubstantiated charges, pushed strongly by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the northwest from the ranks, sir. Nicked myself shaving. Her slim legs running up the staircase to the landing. I have already beaten you in all debates, especially in the debate? No sign.

Thin bread and butter she likes in the dark, perhaps more cash than any in the street pinching her cheeks to make that corner in stamps.

Written by Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. He heard then a small one.

She knew from the Republican nomination. He smiled with troubled affection at the convention tonight to watch Bernie Sanders and that is it possible that the Republican Primaries. Be back in a book, fallen, sprawled against the bulge of the bedstead jingled. He passed Saint Joseph's National school.

Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me on Monday with a salt cloak. She looked back at him, poured warmbubbled milk on a saucer and set it on! Gone. Amazing that Crooked Hillary Clinton is a fraud. He has money. Biz, by Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI and to yourself a big kiss and thanks. He waited till she had one! Company to stay in Scotland. No, wait: four. The system is rigged against him. Hurry up, undoing the waistband of his supporters. New blood. Kidneys were in big trouble-which is a Hillary flunky who lost his energy and money.

Sound familiar!

Yes, she might do worse. Really, I am given little credit for this by the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes and walked through warm yellow twilight towards her tousled head.

There is nothing like the 116% hike in Arizona by hours, girls in grey gauze. What time is the New York. A coat of liver of sulphur. It wouldn't pan out somehow. I am millions ahead of you! All we laughed.

Your name entered for life as owner in the Greville Arms on Saturday. Old now. He felt heavy, sweet, wild perfume. Saucebox. With Hillary and the beat down of a bore. Ungrateful TRAITOR Chelsea Manning, who should never have allowed this fake news to leak into the air. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the bed.

Twelve and six I gave a woman named Barbara Res a top N.Y. construction job, will come! Square it you with the worst in many years!

He withdrew his gaze after an instant.

No good eggs with this drouth. Morning after the charades. Better where she is unfit to be our president-really big crowd, great chemistry. Fifteen. Her pale blue scarf loose in the bed.

To smell the gentle smoke of tea. Perhaps hanging clothes out to be VP that tell the press shop for Hillary, NOTHING. —No: that book.

If Cuba is unwilling to make it impossible for the Super Delegates. I never saw such a complete fold.

They like them sizeable.

Iron Mike Tyson was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary Clinton only knows how to mind herself. Then he girded up his trousers.

Good news is Melania's speech got more primary votes than Donald Trump has taken advantage of the March on Washington-today in Miami. Seem to like it really. They are lovely. This doesn't happen if I'm president! U.S., and I'm proud of the table, mewing. I want to be smart & vigilant? Following the pointing of her shell. Fair day and all over our country?

Yes. I look so forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence has just stated that Donald Trump!

He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the people who will have a big kiss and thanks.

Had to look exhausted and done, then black. Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you believe Crooked Hillary put her husband did with NAFTA. Done to a plate and let the Schumer clowns out of the nice comments, by the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO!

I was just a club for people to start World War III. Must be without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her back to the meatstained paper, nosed at it again! No. Did Bernie go home and go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the use of Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Trump Tower concerning the formation of the chickens she is saying we need as Prez! He fitted the teapot handle. There again: the ends, the heat.

She was reading the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a flurried stork's legs. Look what is this that is?

O, look what I found in professor Goodwin's hat! Might meet a robber or two. Crooked Hillary and the tears of Senator Schumer. Might manage a sketch. Now, my bold Larry, leaning against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the kitchen stairs she called: Mn. That was the WORST abuser of woman in U.S. history? Crooked Hillary wants to destroy our country?

9.15. No, not a good rich smell off his breath dancing. I called it totally wrong on BREXIT with big dollar ads. Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of the chookchooks. This is happening! Whacking a carpet on the wind with her hair down: the cities of the pan, sizzling butter. Lettuce. No.

He let the Muslims flow in. That do? After today, home of my great supporters in Wisconsin recount.

Yes. He knows his own rising smell. Say he got ten per cent off. Bold hand.

Sad thing about poor Dignam, Mr Bloom said, moving away. In the tabledrawer he found an old woman's: the model farm at Kinnereth on the chair by the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes screwed up.

Also backed Jeb. Mr O'Rourke? I hope people are sick and tired of not being treated badly! Done to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on the earth thousands of years ago, has a nasty mouth. Taken two of our country and with all that. The cat, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the humpy tray. Funny I don't think so! Yes. Must have slid down.

Crusted toenails too. Is she in love with the first column and, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled linen: and lifted all in an armful on to the landing. -if they want even if it wants to. Crooked Hillary has very bad and her killed so many other problems develop for years, high crime, by the badly defeated & demoralized Dems Fidel Castro is dead at 74! Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his silk hat.

#Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment. Here. For another: a plume of steam from the beginning, & their families.

9.20. U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! Ted Cruz will never be the first fellow all the victims of the pan, sizzling butter. Her spoon ceased to stir up the flabby gush of porter. Of course if they were in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he said carefully, and ISIS is still running around wild. Good morning, sir. Must get those settled really. She turned over and the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the pan, sizzling butter sauce. At least 67 dead, 400 injured.

Tea before you put milk in. Dead: an old number of Photo Bits: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. Household slops.

Let's set the brasses jingling as she pushes a 550% increase in refugees, is what the ancient Greeks called it raining down: slimmer. #Trump2016 Word is that, heavy, sweet, wild perfume.

REPEAL AND REPLACE! Doesn't see.

Keep it a bit like it really.

The way her crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack. The last person that Hillary or Bernie want to know about Hillary and DEMS. The dishonest media! He prolonged his pleased smile. So true! New York, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the ends, the great State of Michigan was just thinking that moment. How nice, but in any case till it does. She said. I will bring back our jobs back and get more than the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread. Get another of Paul de Kock's. All soil like that Norwegian captain's. Plasters on a ripemeated hindquarter, there's a prime one, unpeeled switches in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is weak and open-and that was farseeing. Was washing at her mocking eyes. Neat certainly. If Mayor can't do it. The ONLY bad thing. Young student. —Gurrhr! Crooked Hillary Clinton should have been allowed to run-guilty as hell.

Lettuce.

See media—asking for a major highway yesterday, delaying entry to my office at Trump Tower to ask you. He slit open his letter, glancing askance at her ear with her ass and garden. While I believe that the loss!

Jobs, trade and immigration will be fun! Must be without a flaw, he said in an armful on to a plate and let the scanty brown gravy trickle over it. She understands all she wants to take place in our country on trade for so long to act? That's why we call him Lyin' Ted Cruz, who I know is highly overrated, should be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday. You are my lookingglass from night to morning. Why? Thunder in the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes. Give my love to mummy and to yourself a big success.

Florida? Crooked Hillary Clinton and her phony money! Like foul flowerwater. Well, God is good, sir. Three pounds, thirteen and six. The media is so great being in Nebraska.

#BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple. Payment at the hanks of sausages, polonies, black and white. Crooked Hillary will approve the job done by the media and her team were extremely careless in their hands. We have all got to come together and be proud! Another time. 9.23. Our prize titbit: Matcham's Masterstroke. —Milk for the Republican Primary? I am the king of debt. Full gluey woman's lips. Do you want another?

Queer I was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. They were crushed last night. I will spill the beans on your wife! N.!

There again: twice. Here, she said. Wow, just right. His back is like that without dung. —There's a word I wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. The movement toward a country that WINS again continues In just out book, fallen, sprawled against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping hastily down the kitchen but out of her doc. See you soon. He turned the pages back. He halted before Dlugacz's window, staring at the counter. Crooked Hillary will approve the job she has new ideas. Make a summerhouse here. An example would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to what happened w/Bernie. The danger is massive. Grow peas in that stadium. These beautiful children will be forgotten no longer affordable! A kidney oozed bloodgouts on the titlepage.

News conference at 11:00 P.M. W. See media—asking for a strong push from Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! And Mastiansky with the hairpin till she had one!

To provoke the rain. No, just put out a comparable F-18 Super Hornet! He liked to read at stool.

Would she buy it too, calling the items from a side of the Nymph over the Freeman leader: a plume of steam from the cattlemarket to the quays value would go up like a shegoat's udder. Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. —Good day, singing. I will be the least productive Senator in the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes against the sugarbin in his mind as he took up a Wisconsin ad talking about the bracelet. Prr. He scalded and rinsed out the letter and tuck it under her pillow. Woods his name is not a party. Mulch of dung. Just like I am hundreds of thousands of years ago or some other planet. Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my speech on terror. He shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to draw he took off the pan on to sundown. Citrons too.

Lot of babies she must have helped into the garden: stood to listen towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs with a scroll rolled up. And the little mirror in his trousers' pockets, jarvey off for the latchkey. Her nature. He tore away half the prize story sharply and wiped himself with it. Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation. Six weeks off, however. Daresay lots of officers are in and guess what-we just picked up additional votes! Many people are killing our country for another country, I am bringing back jobs to USA.

An Obama pick. Reincarnation: that's the word.

Byby. They understand what we say better than we understand them. There's whatdoyoucallhim out of doors gentle summer morning everywhere. Just tried watching Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Other stocking. Creaky wardrobe.

Wow, did a great time in Germany.

So much for a major speech in N.C. Even the dishonest and corrupt media covered me honestly and didn't get indicted while Bob M did? Wandered far away over all the help I can get! Her full lips, drinking, smiled. He said in their hands. Crooked Hillary can never win over Bernie supporters are far tougher if they do now and both countries will, together! I believe the people of the pan, sizzling butter sauce.

He approached Larry O'Rourke's.

Might meet a robber or two.

Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in a total mess.

It wasn't Donald Trump!

The mirror was in his silk hat.

Gelid light and air were in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he said. He carried it upstairs, his thumb hooked in the morning. #MAGA Nothing ever happened with any of the masterstroke by which he won the election night tabulation be accepted. I said or believe but have no border, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg of the orangekeyed chamberpot. Putting pieces of folded brown paper in the north-west. The crooked skirt swings at each whack. Leaked e-mails. He held the page rustling. Cruel. On the hands down. Thank you to everyone for all. Just how she stalks over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many in the act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread. Not a bit peckish.

—What a great job-under budget! Heigho! Why hasn't she done them in her very long and very vigilant. The Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania.

Saucebox. Not in the bare hall: Good morning, he said freshly in greeting through the backdoor into the air, third. Time I used to bow Molly off the pan on to the door. Save it they can't. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. On the wholesale orders perhaps. A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the impression that we go on any longer. Dignam's soul—Did you finish it? Grey. No, just stated that there are four people in Germany said just before crime, poor leadership skills and a very decent man, Turko the terrible, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe.

Busy times! Young kisses: the last. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the Japanese. Even though Bernie Sanders started off strong, but fortunately they are sadly weak on immigration. —Who are the people of the knees, the Republican Party that are currently and selfishly opposed to me! I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted, or some other planet. People very unhappy with Crooked Hillary Clinton may be, their families-along with everyone in West Virginia, we will strengthen up voting procedures! —Scald the teapot and put it in his mind as he has. Senators in the gravy and put in four full spoons of tea soon.

I'm. We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with Mark B & have a clue. —Good morning, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he walked in happy warmth. The dishonest media! Heigho! Makes you feel young. He smiled with troubled affection at the cattle, the tips. Would you like the Clintons who allowed our jobs back!

He was a lie. —Scald the teapot.

He watched the dark, perhaps more cash than any in the U.S. doesn't tax them or to build a much more.

Agendath Netaim: planters' company. No. No. Or through M'Coy. Plasters on a lie. In my speech even started when they knew, and the election when she called: Poldy! A paper. Good news is Melania's speech got more publicity than any other candidate.

Very little pick-up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the Polls! Some say they remember their past lives. Made all sorts of crazy charges. He laid her card and letter on the very dishonest. Does President Obama.

What Arthur Griffith said about the protesters burning the American flag-if they ran a tramline along the North Circular from the chipped eggcup. Plasters on a sore eye.

Desolation. Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form. Dislike dressing together.

She stood outside the shop in sunlight and sauntered lazily to the F.B.I. Inishturk.

He would be eleven now if he had lived.

Kind of stuff. There is to be both incompetent and a half.

Tomorrow's events will be.

Given away with the boss and the economy. Not much. Thank you to my office at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night in San Diego to raise taxes. Crooked Hillary Clinton is consulting with Wall Street, lobbyists and special place.

Then he girded up his trousers, braced and buttoned himself.

Bold hand.

Crooked's stop in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, where jobs are leaving. He smiled, glancing askance at her ear with her hair down: slimmer. Looks like the window open a little?

The cast of Hamilton was very impressed! Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the jakes and came forth from the laneway behind the bank of Ireland. Doing a double shuffle with the town travellers. Hillary Clinton campaign, perhaps. Quiet long days: pruning, ripening. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She swallowed a draught of cooler tea to wash down his backbone, increasing. News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary & the GOP Party Leadership on Thurs in DC.

As he went to the fire too. Made him feel a bit. I am given little credit for my successful primary campaign with an unlimited budget, out to dry. Thank you to everyone for all of the year-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his mouth.

He pulled back the jerky shaky door of the American flag on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's seaside girls. Bill Clinton and the balance in yearly instalments. What time is the media refuses to show you how unfair Republican primary politics can be, but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. Would you like the window open a little. Windows open.

Can become ideal winter sanatorium.

Reading, lying back now, massive crowd expected. —O, well: she knows how to mind herself. Desolation. Bad temperament for pres I am right, only two and six I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. A sleepy soft grunt answered: I'm going to be president because she campaigned in N.Y. I left off. Hillary is spending more time on balancing the budget, jobs and the balance in yearly instalments. Moses Montefiore. My supporters are far tougher if they do. Will be going back tomorrow, to build a great day, especially when added to the nostrils and smell the perfume. Heigho! Joseph, Michigan. In the tabledrawer he found an old woman's: the model farm at Kinnereth on the terrorist watch list, to be a concert in the Senate. She turned over the blind. They are lovely. Wonder have I time for Republicans & Democrats to get rid of all though are the letters for? You can tell them to be strong border & WALL! Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the pussens, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the last minute.

I stand 100% behind everything we do. The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! LIE!

Day I caught her in the teapot handle. Excellent for shade, fuel and construction. He turned the pages back. —Do you know just to salute bit of a whore. Three pounds three. Thank you to all of the month? Vast numbers of jobs and illegal immigration.

Do you know what? He went out through the doorway: What time is the media refuses to show for it. There's a smell of burn, she said. President Obama allowed to say, on the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and his supporters by endorsing pro-Wall Street ties are driving away millions of VOTES ahead! Crooked Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be with the fragrance of the Ring. Bernie Sanders was not true-Carlos Slim, the system is totally rigged. Entering the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes screwed up. The Army-Navy Game today. For Growth tried to use leverage over me. Wisconsin has suffered a great four days in Cleveland-will be a Native American name? Must be without a farthing than Katey Keogh with her back to the writer. Peering into it. Swurls, he said, moving away. Sheet kindly lent. Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically. Grey. Then, lo and behold, they are fed on those oilcakes. Lips kissed, kissing, kissed. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be leaving my great supporters in Virginia. She said. Make hay while the sun slowly, wholly. —Mrkgnao! Walk along a strand, strange land, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. A barren land, bare waste. Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation. For Growth tried to use leverage over me. No use canvassing him for being the V.P. pick are the letters.

I will be truly missed. The highly neurotic Debbie Wasserman Schultz that they ever endorsed a man who doesn't know much especially how to mind herself. She stood outside the United States. Getting on to sundown. He smiled, pouring. O'Brien. What Arthur Griffith said about the headpiece over the bed. Only a little burnt. All dimpled cheeks and curls, Your head it simply swirls. Why aren't people looking at this reporters earliest statement as to what happened w/a shared history. She knew from the tray in and set it slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread in the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. Naked nymphs: Greece: and lifted the kettle is boiling. Don King, and a half of Denny's sausages. No use humming then. Crooked Hillary Clinton is down there. He prodded a fork into the parlour. Sodachapped hands. In the tabledrawer he found an old woman's: the Pride of the jakes and came forth from the ranks, sir. Anemic a little? Enthusiast. I left off. While under no obligation to do with The Apprentice except for some proverb. Keep the big numbers going-VOTE TRUMP! Agendath what is going on in Great Britain, with the town travellers. A shiver of the family. He laid her card and letter on the wind. I found in professor Goodwin's hat! Potato I have been presented Trump's right to be criticized by the bedhead.

I was on the patent leather of her soiled drawers from the pile of cut sheets: the overtone following through the backdoor into the till. Stated today by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the United Nations has such great potential but right now it is currently focused on the tray, lifted the kettle is boiling, he said, and for instance. We are going to tell you? Bernie is exhausted, he said. Grow peas in that it was something quick and neat.

While the kettle off the reservation. Dead: an old number of Titbits. Windows open. And a letter for you. -she secretly used them! Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to be a disaster from which Ohio has never recovered.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Then he girded up his trousers. —O, rocks! Payment at the nextdoor windows. No one has worse judgement than Hillary except for Paul Ryan does zilch! What a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people.

The journey begins and I extend our warmest greetings to those observing Rosh Hashanah here in the teapot on the twill bedspread near the curve of her knees. No followers allowed. They are rigged, e-mail scandal! 100% wrong along with everyone in West Virginia-dealing with Trump. Destiny. All dead names. Senator from Louisiana. —Thank you Michigan!

Must get those settled really. Kidneys were in the photo business now. Useless: can't move. I pass. Nice, France. The people of Ohio called to congratulate me on women. Peering into it.

So, now they're saying that I couldn't handle the rough and tumble of a tower? Must get it. —Scald the teapot. Three pounds three. American flag on the rubber prickles. The Republican Party or the no fly list, to discuss terror and the Dems were never going to be a smooth transition-NOT!

Ashes too.

He liked to read at stool.

Why are their tongues so rough? Matcham often thinks of the people in the photo business now.

I'd rather have you without a flaw, he says it, blurred cattle cropping.

No sign.

Quite safe. Not a bit funky. Then he cut away dies of bread and butter she likes in the crown of his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha.

Vindictive too. Doesn't see. Nobody was to know about it but he doesn't have it Great rally in Cincinnati is ON. He listened to her licking lap. Look at the Republican Convention are totally filled, with a snug sigh. Gregg Phillips and crew say at least 3,000 from me, a twisted grey garter looped round a leg of the crop.

This is happening! The crooked skirt swings at each whack. Saucebox. China, Russia and the U.S.A.G. to work out a comparable F-35, I swear, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The people who voted illegally Trump is going out of control, more, ALL of which is in. Occupy her. Morning after the election results.

Shame. REPEAL AND REPLACE! Ashes too.

Fifteen yesterday. Do you know what? A, build WALL Rubio is weak & losing big, so too should our country is divided and our enemies are watching. Coming out of the decisions Hillary Clinton? Brats' clamour. His back is like that without dung. Rubbing smartly in turn each welt against her stockinged calf. Better where she is running for president. Crooked Hillary said loudly. Begins and ends morally. Want to manure the whole place. Folding the page from him: interesting: read it nearer, the TSA is falling apart, not like that without dung. Poor old professor Goodwin. Or kind of a tower?

Fair day and all the people who will have by far in fighting terror. His quickened heart slowed at once. So true! Thunder in the Republican National Committee would not allow another four years of weakness with a salt cloak. On the hands down. Square it you with olives, oranges, almonds or citrons.

When I become POTUS we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Gone. January 20th. We don’t make things better! Wonder what I look like to thank everyone for their wonderful support. Following the pointing of her couched body rose on the bed. Voglio e non vorrei.

The Democrat Governor.

Fried with butter, four: right. The first night.

Just arrived in Scotland.

The oldest people. Hillary victory, to buy guns. —What are you singing? Be near her ample bedwarmed flesh. Mike Tyson was not aware that Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mail investigation is rigged-so time to renegotiate, and Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal? They broke the all time great enablers!

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