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Hasta provocar tus gritos, y que olvides tu apellido (Despacito Part 1)

Inspired by Despacito! There’s a part 2 coming soon, so stay tuned!

Warning: Smut ahead!

“I can’t believe you! Are you kidding me?” I exclaimed, frowning, looking at my boyfriend who would look adorable if it wasn’t about the fact that he has been overreacting the whole day.

Shawn pouted. “He flirted with you and was talking a lot and was saying all those sexy Spanish words and-“

I held my hand up. “Shawn Peter Raul, stop! First of all, he wasn’t flirting. Secondly, he basically said hola que tal and donde eres and this translates to ‘hi, how are you and where are you from?”

I sighed, shaking my head. “You need to calm down”

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anonymous asked:

Do you think you could write about an awkward first date or day at the beach?

“Hey, wanna put some sunscreen on me before I turn into one of those Coronado hot dogs? I’ll do you next, hehe…”

Pinch him Tapu Bulu, he must have been dreaming.

You waggled SPF 50 in Guzma’s face, a large smile slowly spreading as he took it from your hands. Your string bikini had to be for him, it was too much of a coincidence for you to come out on this date and not have something more in mind. While Guzma had agreed to take you out on a first date at the beach, the rest of the Skull goons and Plumeria were ceasing operations and hiding out in the Shady House for the day. He’d even made his excuses to Lusamine for this date, though in his heart of hearts he knew he would pay for it dearly later. But maybe it would be for the best. You were a simple college girl after all. Guzma had to make a good first impression and keep his work life away from personal.

“All over?” he asked, though he knew the answer.

“Yeah. I mean this damn thing doesn’t cover much, does it? And I cannot reach all the way down my back, so won’t you please help me?”

A “hmmmm” followed by a very Persian-esque purr emanated from Guzma’s throat as he squirted out a rather large dollop of sunscreen into his hand, enjoying the sensuality it produced and relishing in the touch of your slightly damp skin as he rubbed the product into it. He made sure to get every last inch of your back, relishing the touch and his ability to go further and further down to your lower back. He could count the beauty marks on your back for days, could barely contain his desire to pull slowly at the little bow at your back in order to give Hau’oli Beachfront a show.

“Make sure you get my ears and back of my neck as well.” You told him. “Last time I burned them so badly I got these really evil looking blisters on my lobes that looked like fucking bug Pokémon eggs! It was naaaasty!”

“Ewwww… You just ruined my fuckin’ sexy fantasy babe. Now I ain’t gonna be able to think about them big jugs a yours without thinkin’ of yer gotdamn fuckin’ ear blister!”

“You can’t spell fantasy without N-A-S-T-Y.” you cackled. “Besides, if no one else is gonna be the killjoy around here I gotta pick up the slack.”

“Hey!” Guzma exclaimed, “I ain’t never thought of it like that afore! That’s really how you spell it uh? F-A-N-A-S-T-Y right?”

“Fa-NASTY?” you howled. You doubled over with laughter, making Guzma look at you in confusion until you had to explain to him that no, you can’t actually spell fantasy that way.

“Boy, I think you ought to go into the bursar’s office with me on Monday and sign up for those remedial classes ‘cuz you can’t spell for shit!” you laughed, slapping him on the shoulder while he smiled like a moron.

“Ey! Just ‘cuz I ain’t about that spelling life doesn’t mean I gotta go back to that shithole.” He responded, “Ain’t about that schoolgirl life babe. But this, this I could get used to.”

Guzma’s arms wrapped around your waist tightly, his squishy, furry belly pressing against your back and his chin resting on your shoulder. Chapped lips explored your neck as you picked up the slack and rubbed more sunscreen on yourself, lathering thickly and evenly even on your toes. The afternoon sun’s intense heat was already burning through the shade of your umbrella, and one didn’t just go to the beach to shade. Well, maybe you did, but hell the ocean is just right there. Besides, Guzma still had to pass the boyfriend material test consisting of an irate albeit well placed Pyukumuku.

“You want me to put some on you too?” you ask, just the slightest hint of flirt in your voice. His eyebrow cocks, you feel optimistic about the remainder of the day. There’s still the untouched basket of food you made personally for the occasion. Sandwiches from campus, lemonade, plenty of those delicious baked chips, and various other goodies to quell Guzma’s ravenous appetite.

At your offer, Guzma grins. He lays facing down on the beach towel, a leg raising in the air.

“Great. Gonna write ‘Kick me’ on your back now!” you said.


some old lady came up to me at work and literally started crying saying how beautiful i was how could i ruin myself by doin that to my ears and what will i do when i’m older and work for ‘the establishment’ (what the fuck does that mean) n i need to look presentable like bitch just leave me olone

Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part Seven}

Author’s Note: This is the cutest part and a little heated. Big thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading and helping me with some decisions. You guys are gonna love it, hopefully!

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The Beast

This fic takes place right after 14x02 

“Hey!” Arizona’s cheerful voice rang in the shocked filled atmosphere at the MRI room.

Amelia could move again and she sprinted out of the room as fast as she could. Also hitting Arizona who was very confused.

“What's…” Arizona stepped next to Carina. “Oh my god! Is it what I think it is?” Arizona asked, she was in shock.

“Yeah.” Carina sighed and put a comforting hand on Arizona’s back.


Amelia ran as fast as she could. She didn’t even notice to ran past Megan’s room where Owen and Teddy were asleep.

She needed air. She needed to scream. She just… she just had to get out of there.

Amelia ended up running through the ER where it was quiet for now. April, who couldn’t stay at Jackson’s that night, noticed her and she knew there was no trauma coming in. She followed Amelia outside.

Amelia was having a panic attack when she felt someone’s hand on her back.

“Deep breaths.” April said softly.

Amelia was looking around and noticed a trash bin near by. She ran there to throw up.

“It’s okay.” April was rubbing her back and holding her hair while she was vomiting.

“I can't… it’s too much…” Amelia cried out after awhile.

“What happened?” April was worried.

“This universe is fucked up, you know.” Amelia said and laughed ironically.

“Please, tell me what’s going on. I can help you.”

“Are you the best neurosurgeon?”

“What?” April was confused. “I'm…”

“Yeah, you aren’t. So, that means you can’t help me.” Amelia leaned against the wall and sat on the ground. She stared blankly in front of her.

“I have a tumor.” A pause. “It’s a beauty.”

April sat next to Amelia and put her arm around her friend.

“When did you find out?” April tried to stay calm for Amelia.

“Right before I ran here.”

April squeezed her for comforting.

“You’ll get through this. Amelia. Look at me!” Amelia did with her empty eyes. “We all are going to help you.”

“I have no idea who I am.” Amelia started crying and broke down. April pulled her into a hug and sighed. She was all heartbroken and scared for Amelia.


A knock on the on call room and the door opened.

“Dr. Kepner said I’ll find you here.” Deluca said and saw Amelia sitting on the floor with all her scans surrounding her.

“Okay.” Amelia said without any emotions.

The door opened again and Richard stepped inside.

“Amelia.” He said after he knew that she won’t notice him. “You have to…”

“I told you to keep your mouth shut!” Amelia was definitely angry when she stood up and walked towards Deluca.

“Amelia, stop it!” Richard said.

She backed off. Richard looked at Deluca to make him leave. The door closed after the resident closed it from outside.

“I get that you’re upset and angry but you can’t hide it.”

“And who are you to tell me that?” Amelia said angrily.

“All those people around you, care about you. You can’t do that to them. I’m not saying everyone needs to know but your family for sure. Have you thought how will Owen or Meredith or Maggie react? Or even your family?”

“No, does it look like I have any time? There’s a tumor in my frontal lobe and I might lose everything what makes me me.”

“I get that’s scary but you have to tell them, Amelia.”

“How about a coffee?” Amelia asked suddenly.

“I’d love to.” Richard responded and they went to the attendings lounge.


Maggie could hear a conversation through the door but she couldn’t tell who they were. When she opened the door she could hear Amelia say. “Richard, I told you many times already, I won’t tell them!”

“Tell who what?” Maggie asked.

“Nothing.” Amelia answered too quickly and looked Richard angrily.

“What’s going on?” She asked from Richard now.

“Amelia has a…”

“Shut up!” She yelled. Amelia started pacing and put her hands on her forehead. She kept repeating I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this…

Meredith walked in and saw a pacing Amelia and worried Maggie and Richard. “What’s happening here now?” She asked a little bit annoyed.

“She nor Richard aren’t telling me.” Maggie answered.

“It’s Amelia’s thing to tell you. It’s not my place.” Richard responded.

“Amelia!” Meredith said. Amelia didn’t respond but continued pacing and repeating the same sentence. Meredith stood right on Amelia’s way to stop her. “Amelia!” Meredith put hands on her shoulders to stop her.

Amelia looked into Meredith’s eyes. Meredith could tell Amelia’s eyes were completely empty.

“I have a 10cm tumor in my frontal lobe.” Amelia said without having any emotions. She could feel getting sick again.

Amelia rushed to the trashcan and threw up. Meredith and Maggie were shocked.

Maggie felt a tear running down her cheek. Meredith looked Amelia with sadness. She couldn’t lose another Shepherd, even if she hated her for not being Derek.

“I need some air.” Amelia said after cleaning her mouth with water.

She passed Meredith, Maggie and Richard who were sitting on the couch now.

Again Amelia walked pass Megan’s room when she pumped into Arizona.

“Amelia…” Arizona looked at her with sad eyes.

“I’m fine. Please do me a favor. Don’t tell anyone about it and don’t look me with your pity. I seriously hate that but I don’t want to hate you.”


Megan noticed Amelia chatting with another doctor.

“She’s working still?” Megan asked Owen.

“Who?” Owen asked.

Megan nodded towards the window where she could see Amelia. “She was in a rush last night. Was there a huge trauma coming in?”

Owen looked at the pale and fragile looking Amelia. “I don’t think so. April would’ve told me about it. It was a quiet night.”

Amelia walked away and Owen’s glance met with Arizona’s hurting one.

Meredith walked in to check up on Megan. Owen could tell from the first second he saw her that something was off.

“It’s healing very well.” Meredith pulled the covers back on Megan and smiled her fake smile.

“What’s wrong?” Owen asked directly.

“I’m sorry?” Meredith asked.

“You seem kinda distant today. Is there something wrong with…?”

“Ohh, no, no, no. Megan is all good. Like I said it’s healing very well. But…”

“But what?” Owen got worried.

Meredith sighed. “It’s not my place to say it, so you should talk to Amelia.”

Her pager went off and she excused herself.

“Owen, go find her.” Megan said.

“Why should I? She doesn’t care.”

“Owen. Go!” Megan demanded. “I have a bad feeling and you know it hasn’t failed me this far.”

“Okay” Owen sighed. “I’ll be back soon.” And he stepped outside.


Owen looked in the on call rooms but he couldn’t find her. He decided to try to look her from outside. He found her. Amelia had a cup of coffee in her hand and she was sitting on a bench. It was a quiet place because no one came there.

“Hey.” Owen said and sat next to Amelia. She didn’t respond. “Meredith told me that I should talk to you.”

“Okay.” Amelia said quietly.

“What’s really going on?” Owen asked. “You’ve been off lately…”

“Don’t you dare start that again.” Amelia said angrily.

“Amelia, I’m here to understand you. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what is going on.”

A pause. “Fine. Come with me.” Amelia said distantly and walked towards the hospital. Owen followed her.


Amelia took the elevator down to the basement. Owen knew there were some offices down there but they hardly used them.

Amelia opened one of the doors where the scans were all over the walls.

“This is it.” She said coldly. Not facing Owen she placed her hands on the table and let her head fall. She sighed deeply.

“That’s a bad tumor.” Owen said when he had looked at the scans closely.

Amelia just looked at him. “Those are mine.” She said quietly.

“I’m sorry?” Owen didn’t hear her that well.

“Those are mine.” Amelia said it louder now and walked next to Owen.

Owen was shocked. He couldn’t do anything.

“I found out last night.” Amelia said without any emotions.

“Come here.” Owen finally said quietly. He pulled Amelia into a tight hug.

Amelia couldn’t be strong anymore. She felt how her legs went weak and she broke down. She cried hard while Owen was hugging her even tighter. He hide his face on her neck and he cried too.

They ended up sitting on the floor. Amelia curled up on Owen’s lap.

“I don’t know who I am anymore.” Amelia ended the silence.

Owen was playing with her hair. “Yes you do. You are still you, Amelia.” Owen put his hand on her cheek to wipe off another tear.

“I don’t know if I’ll make thorough this.” She was crying again. Owen put his arms around Amelia and pulled her closer to his chest.


“Who else knows about this?” Owen asked while they were in the elevator.

“Well you, Mer, Maggie, Richard, April, Arizona, Carina and Deluca.” Amelia was surprised that that many people knew about it already.

“You should call your family.”

“What?” Amelia turned her head to face Owen.

“You should call your family.” Owen repeated.

“Family who hates me?”

“Amelia, please.” Owen pleaded but the elevator doors opened and Amelia’s pager went off.

“I have to go.” Amelia said and run off.

“I’ll be at Megan’s room. Come find me after you’re done.” Owen yelled after her but Amelia didn’t respond.


“So?” Megan asked when she saw Owen walking in.

“Don’t.” Owen raised his hand and sat on her bed. He took his head between his hands and sighed shakily.

Megan gave him time but Teddy walked in.

“What’s going on?” She asked.

“He went after Amelia and now won’t tell me anything.” Megan said.

“Owen. Did you tell her?” Teddy kneeled in front of him.

“What?” Owen raised his head.

“Did you tell Amelia what happened?” Teddy asked again.

“No, I didn’t. It’s just…” Tears were now running down his cheeks.

“Come here.” Megan said and made room next to her. Owen laid next to her and Megan hugged her tightly.

“Just calm down. It’s okay.” Megan tried to comfort her while Owen broke down. He couldn’t do that in front of Amelia because he wanted to be her rock.

“She… Umm… Amelia has… she has a brain tumor.” Owen tried to tell his sister and Teddy. “It’s a big one. I can’t lose her.” And another wave of break down took over him.

“Shh.” Megan tried to comfort him. “It’s going to be okay. She’ll push through, Owen. She will.”

Owen cried himself to sleep in Megan’s arms.


“Am I talking to Carolyn Shepherd? As Amelia and Derek Shepherd’s mom?” Owen asked.

“Yes that’s me. Who am I speaking to?” Carolyn asked.

Owen could hear fear and annoyance in her voice.

“It’s Amelia’s husband.” Owen said.

“Why are you calling me?”

“Maybe because I want you to know that your daughter has a 10cm brain tumor in her left frontal lobe.” Owen started losing his patience.

“I’m sorry?” Carolyn was shocked. She didn’t want to believe him.

“You should come. Amelia didn’t want you to know anything about it but I know even if you hate her, you still have to care.”

“I don’t hate my daughter.” Carolyn sighed. “She’s just too much to handle. I’m scared that in any second I’ll get a call like this. Call where they tell me that I have to come to the hospital or morgue to see her.”

“It’s not late, Carolyn.” Owen said softly. “Amelia will push through but she needs her people next to her.”

“Okay.” Owen could hear her sniffling. “I’m on the next flight to Seattle.”

“I’ll be waiting. Thank you for not pushing her away.”

“I will always love my daughter, Major Hunt.”

“It’s Owen for you.”

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Owen.”

“See you.”


“You did what?” Amelia yelled.

“Amelia, she cares!” Owen tried to defend himself.

“You shouldn’t have done that. She always judges me, Owen!”

“Amelia, give her a chance.”

“You just don’t know.” Amelia walked away towards the stairs. Owen stayed at the nurses station on Megan’s floor.

“How is she?” Teddy asked and put her hand on Owen’s shoulder.

“She’s mad that I called her mom.”

“I’m sure it’ll be okay. She seems even stronger than Derek was and you remember how he used to push through all the complications he had.”

“Yeah.” Owen sighed and they went to Megan’s room.


“I’m looking for Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Hunt.” Carolyn said.

“Do you have an appointment?” The nurse asked.

“I don’t. Can you just page them?”

“I’m sorry but they aren’t on call today.”

“Look, I was on the phone with Dr. Hunt yesterday. He told me to come look for him here, so page him at least.”


“I’m sorry. I’ll be right back.” Owen excused himself while the neurosurgeon was going through Amelia’s files.


“Hi.” Owen greeted his mother-in-law. They shook hands. “Amelia is at the office. The neurosurgeon she called is there with her and going through the files. Should we go there or wait till they’re done?”

“I think it’s better to wait.”

“Okay. Cafeteria or should I introduce you to my family?” Owen asked.

“I wouldn’t mind a coffee before I meet your parents.”

“Well, my dad is dead, so it’s only my mom and my sister.”

“I see you have a common past with Amelia.”

“I know what happened to her dad. I was 10 when my dad died.”

“It was probably a tough time for your family.”

“Yeah.” Owen sighed.


“This is my mom Evelyn.” Owen said after he closed Megan’s door. “And my sister Megan.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Evelyn said and they shook hands.

“It is.” Carolyn smiled.

Owen sent Amelia a text “I’m in Megan’s room. Come here after your appointment is done. Love you - O.”


It took Amelia 15 more minutes to open Megan’s door.

“Mom?” Amelia was shocked to see her.

“Owen called.”

“You told her?” Amelia turned to Owen and was definitely pissed.

“Amelia just listen…” Owen said.

“I can’t believe you did this to me.” Amelia sprinted out of the room.

“I told you she will be pissed.” Carolyn told Owen when he sighed.


Amelia found an empty supply closet and was having another panic attack. She took her phone out and found Addison’s number.

It rang a few times till Addison picked up.

“Amelia!” She heard Addison’s happy voice. “I’ve missed you. Well we all do at the practice. It’s not the same without…” Addison heard Amelia’s shaky breathing. She remember that sound from the phone too well from when Amelia was still a teenager.

“Amelia, listen to me. You have to calm down. Find a paper bag and breath in it.” She could hear Amelia moving and then breathing in the bag. “That’s it. Slow deep breaths.”

“I’m sorry.” Amelia said while crying.

“What happened?” Addison got worried.

“I… Umm… I…” Another panic attack hitting her.

“Breath, Amelia. Just breath!”

“Addie…” Amelia broke down. “I can’t do this.”

“Do you need me? Because I can talk to Charlotte and take the hospital’s helicopter to Seattle.”

“I…” Amelia still cried.

“Hold on. Charlotte is here. Stay on the line. I’ll put you on speaker.” Addison said.

“What’s going on?” Amelia could hear Charlotte asking confusedly.

“It’s Amelia.”

“Amelia. Are you there?” Charlotte asked.

“Yeah.” She responded with a shaky voice.

“What happened?” Charlotte asked.

“I need you. I can’t do this on my own.” Amelia cried harder.

“Did you relapse? You have to get to a meeting.” Charlotte said.

“No, I didn’t.” Amelia could hear relieved sighs. “It’s even worse. I have… I have a brain tumor in my left frontal lobe.”


It went all quiet in the practice kitchen. Addison and Charlotte were both shocked and went pale in the face.

“What happened to you two? Like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” Sheldon came in the kitchen.

Amelia heard his voice and felt another panic attack taking over her. Charlotte could hear that and took the phone and walked out of the kitchen to her office.

“Amelia. Slow and deep breaths. You can do that to me. We’ll figure something out.”

“I won't… survive.. this, Charlotte.” Amelia said between breaths.

“Yes, you will!” Charlotte said. “Addison and I will be there as soon as we can. I’ll tell the hospital right now that we need a helicopter to Seattle.”

“Charlotte.” Amelia sniffed.

“What do you need ?”

“I wish it was a dream.” She said quietly.

“I know. I wish that too.” Charlotte said sadly. “But we’re going to fight.” She didn’t hear Amelia to answer. “Right?”

“Yeah. We’re going to fight.”

“I’ll call you when I get any information when we’ll land, okay?”

“Okay. Charlotte?” A pause.

“What is it?”

“I love you!” Amelia said softly.

“I love you too, Amelia!”


“See you soon!”

Charlotte walked back to the kitchen where Addison had told everything to Sheldon.

“So?” Addison asked.

“I’ll make few calls and I promised her we’re coming.” Charlotte handed Addison’s phone back.

“Okay, I’ll go talk with Jake.”

“I’ll meet you here in 15 minutes. I have to talk things through with Cooper too.”


Addison and Charlotte left the kitchen. Leaving worried Sheldon alone.


“I told Amelia we’ll land in 20 minutes.”

Addison’s elbows were resting on her knees. She sighed and raised her head from her hands. “I just don’t get it.”

“Don’t get what ?” Charlotte asked.

“Amelia has been through so much and it never seems to end…” She wiped a tear from her cheek.

“Addison, you know her. She’s very strong and she’ll push through. She has to.” Charlotte sighed.

The rest of the ride they didn’t say anything. They were too deep in their thoughts.


When the copter landed Amelia was waiting for them on the roof.

Her face didn’t have any emotions. She just stood there and waited for Addison and Charlotte to get to her.

“Addie…” Amelia tried hard to not break down.

Addison pulled her into a tight hug. “Ohh, Amelia.”

Charlotte pet Amelia’s head. She also hugged her before they went to the elevator.


Addison and Charlotte stepped out of the elevator, Amelia right behind them. Amelia’s office was on the same floor where Megan was treated. Amelia could see her mom, Owen and Teddy stepping out of Megan’s room.

“Amelia.” Her mom said when she noticed her daughter.

Amelia didn’t say anything. She was still standing behind her friends.

“Amelia, she’s here to make peace.” Owen tried.

“Owen, stay out of this! You don’t know my family. You don’t know…” Amelia was pissed and yelling.

Addison turned around and put her hands on Amelia’s shoulders. “Stop it! Take Charlotte to your office. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Charlotte wrapped her left arm around Amelia and they started walking towards her office. When they passed Carolyn, Owen and Teddy Amelia couldn’t look at them. Instead she looked on the floor and made herself as tiny as possible. She was so vulnerable.

“Addison, our family things haven’t been your business for a long time now.” Carolyn said.

“I’m still Amelia’s sister! I know very well how her sisters treat her. Amy has told me everything. You didn’t even attend her wedding. You don’t even know…” Luckily Addison realized what she was about to say. She knew that Amelia had told Owen about her baby but she never told her family.

“I don’t know what?” Carolyn was confused.

“Doesn’t matter.” Addison said. “If you’ll excuse me, Amy needs me right now.” Addison asked one of the nurses for direction to Amelia’s office and soon she was there.


Charlotte and Amelia were sitting closely on the couch when Addison stepped in.

“So?” Charlotte asked.

“Never mind.” Addison said while she sat on the chair.

Amelia stood up and took the remote control to turn on the scans screens.

“Well this is the beast. Where should we start?” Amelia asked.

So I probably should have studied more for my psych exam tomorrow but as we know, cramming will only let me remember the first and last thing I read (primacy and recency effect) and after all, all that information is in my LTM (long term memory), which I can access through the help of mnemonics, like the strange method of loci or easier to remember acronyms. And maybe I’m not studying because of cognitive dissonance, where I have conflicting thoughts about being completely ready and performing well on a practice exam, but also that I should be studying because that’s what you do before a test. Or maybe I’m just conforming to that idea because my internal beliefs are changing, as opposed to obedience or compliance? And speaking of conformity, didn’t someone run an experiment where a man was made to believe that lines of the same size were actually different sizes? And Stanley Milgram ran the infamous shocking experiment that crossed so many ethical boundaries and remember, 65 percent! Look, it’s the frontal lobe of my brain remembering! But i should probably go to sleep now because god help me if my alarm goes off during stage 4 of my sleep cycle because lord help me if I want to wake up during it. And maybe my REM cycle will help me process all this information, like the information process theory suggests. It’s kind of a boring theory, that dreams don’t mean anything at all. At least it’s not kooky, like the thought that hypnosis is another state of consciousness. Good luck to whoever believe that.

You Again pt 1
a/n: I know Stella was introduced in season 3, but just pretend pornstache is still at the prison and hasn’t been caught yet. also, Stella and piper aren’t a ‘thing’ in this


if you want a part two just msg me :)

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The cracking brick around you reminded where you were. You were at Litchfield prison. You had never been to prison, you had never done anything wrong in your life. Except what landed you in here.

“Miss Y/n, we need to speak to you.” the police knocked on your door, before rushing in. “What’s wrong officers?” you had recently gotten out of the shower, a large t-shirt hung on your shoulders. They had dogs with them. Drug sniffing dogs. “Do you mind if we search your house?” One officer raised an eyebrow, probably conspicuous about why you had just taken a shower. “Of course go ahead”

It was a nightmare. They found drugs in your house. Drugs you didn’t know existed. You hadn’t seen anyone that was linked to drugs in months.

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