if he wants to be a dolphin let him be a dolphin

a really long, but categorized, ask meme


  • *Accidentally spills [[SPECIFY HERE]] on you*
  • *Slaps you*
  • *Kisses you on the lips*
  • *Bites your lip*
  • *Rubs your shoulders*
  • *Dumps ice water over your head*
  • *Winks at you*
  • *Flips hair at you*
  • *Throws a ball of paper towards you*
  • *Hands you a note, inside it says [[SPECIFY HERE]]*
  • *Slams the door shut behind you*
  • *Storms out of the room*
  • *Wraps my arms around you from behind*
  • *Kisses your neck*
  • *Nibbles on your earlobe*
  • *Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear*
  • *Strokes your hair*
  • *Caresses your cheek*
  • *Holds you in my arms*


  • “You’re cute and I’m horny. You thinking what I’m thinking?”
  • “I see you like cardio… wanna go back to my place and do it together?”
  • “I’m sorry, but I just received a call for you. From heaven? I think they’re missing an angel.”
  • “Hold my hand? I’m afraid I’m getting lost in your eyes.”
  • “Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants.”
  • “Are you a pokemon? Because I’d like to peek-at-chu.”
  • “If I had a dollar for every beautiful girl/guy I saw tonight, I’d have one dollar. Because the only beautiful girl/guy in here is you.”
  • “Maybe I could show you my [[SPECIFY ITEM]] collection. It’s back at my house, so we’d have to go there but…”
  • *Spills a drink on your shirt* “I’m so sorry! But if it’s any reassurance, I think that top would look better on my bedroom floor anyways.”


  • “I’m sorry, have we met before?”
  • “I don’t know you, but thanks.”
  • “You’re a very nice guy/girl, you know that?”
  • “We only just met… but I’d really like to see you again.”
  • “Do you think you could move your ass out of my friend’s seat?”
  • “It’s none of your business. We just met.”
  • “Hey I’m [[NAME HERE]] and my crazy ex-girlfriend/boyfriend is here and I was wondering if you’d pretend to date me so I can get them off my back?”
  • “I’m so sorry about that! Let me buy you a new sandwich.”
  • “Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.”


  • “Did you get that email I sent you last night?”
  • “No, I’m serious. She/he brought a flask to work.”
  • “I overheard the boss and I think you’re about to be put up for a promotion!”
  • “I know what you’ve got in that top drawer.”
  • “I can’t believe you’re drunk at work.”
  • “You know, most people watch porn at home.”
  • “Your Netflix binge is using up all the broadband.”
  • “Stop torrenting, asshole! I have a report to send off to Japan in an hour and I can’t even open Gmail!”
  • “If you spent half as much time on doing your job as you do on World on Warcraft, maybe you’d have a chance at a promotion too.”
  • “You’ve been working here for 6 years and you don’t know where the break room is?”


  • “Didn’t you hear? [[NAME HERE]] and [[NAME HERE]] hooked up last night!”
  • “We lost the playoffs.”
  • “The girls team beat the boys!”
  • “I heard he/she got called into the principal’s office.”
  • “Apparently the swim team had an orgy after hours.”
  • “I heard they were fucking in the bathroom.”
  • “She/he’s been paying people to do their homework!”
  • “She/he fell running in the hallway and knocked out a few teeth.”
  • “I can’t believe we’re graduating this year.”
  • “Being a freshman sucks.”
  • “I slept with a sophomore last weekend.”
  • “She/he told me they were a junior!”
  • “Why are those freshmen staring at you?”
  • “Is there a reason everyone suddenly knows your name overnight?”
  • “How come everyone suddenly knows who I am?”
  • “Did you tell them about my [[INSERT SECRET HERE]]?!”
  • “I can’t believe you hooked up with my boyfriend/girlfriend.”
  • “I definitely failed that test.”
  • “I got an A on my essay!”


  • “Wow, there’s a stick wedged so far up your ass I don’t think I can even pull it out.”
  • “I’m sorry, but my number of fucks to give has officially reached a negative number.”
  • “Uranus called and said I’m huge and in the way.”
  • “I’m searching… searching… oh. Well would you look at that. I couldn’t find any fucks to give.”
  • “What’s the difference between a dolphin and you? Dolphins have brains.”
  • “Just because that’s mistletoe hanging above us doesn’t mean I’m going to kiss you.”
  • “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
  • “At this point you might as well ask for my autograph.”


  • “You know I’m right! I’m always right!”
  • “Shut up. Just shut up!”
  • “I don’t need to listen to this.”
  • “You’re lying.”
  • “I can’t believe you’d say that. Even in an argument, that was low of you.”
  • “I can’t look at you.”
  • “Don’t fucking touch me.”
  • “If you say one more word, I swear…”
  • “Pipe down, you’re making a scene.”
  • “What’s wrong with you?”
  • “Now I know why people think you’re neurotic.”
  • “You must be crazy.”
  • “I'm not backing down.”
  • “You can’t hide the truth forever, you know.”
  • “What’s your issue?
  • “You make me so angry.”
  • “This has nothing to do with you.”


  • “And… and I love you! It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along.”
  • “I don’t know how to say it. But you know what I’m trying to say, right?”
  • “I’ve never been good at this. I don't do relationships. But I… I want to try with you.”
  • “You’re the one that I want.”
  • “I don't care. I don’t give a shit, don’t you get it? I don’t give a flying fuck unless it has to do with you. I love you.”
  • “Please don’t say that. You know you’re the only one for me. Fuck everyone else.”
  • “I can’t stop thinking about you. Every minute of every day. I could be standing in the shower or cooking breakfast, but you’re still the only thought on my mind.”
  • “I want to wake up next to you, everyday for the rest of my life.”
  • “I’ve always been afraid of commitment, okay? That’s why I sleep around.”
  • “I’ve never wanted to give love a try until now.”
  • “Please, don’t leave me.”
  • “I need you more than you will ever know.”
  • “I love you more than I could ever express in words.”


  • *Starts singing [[SPECIFY SONG NAME]] outside your door/window*
  • “I didn’t fuck him/her, I swear!”
  • “I brought vodka and ice cream.”
  • “You left your anal beads at my house. Wait… no, they’re just normal mardi gras beads.”
  • “I can’t believe you went without me!”
  • “I love you, I love you so much and you just don’t see it. What am I supposed to do?”
  • “I know you’re sad and upset. Let me be your distraction! I want to be your distraction!”
  • “I can’t find my apartment and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
  • “Let me in! I think I’m gonna throw up.”


  • “What do you think about this outfit?”
  • “Bend over.”
  • “It’s not going to get up by itself, you know.”
  • “I thought you’d be bigger.”
  • “Where did we leave those damned handcuffs?”
  • “I can’t find my vibrator.”
  • “Just set your phone on vibrate!”
  • “I want to fuck you until you’re raw and shaking.”
  • “That’s it… do a little striptease for me.”
  • “You can watch… but you can’t touch.”
  • “Be quiet! They’re going to hear us.”
  • “And get this… the new toy? It glows in the dark.”
  • “I’ve got two flavours. Cherry or fruit punch?”
  • “I want to be on top.”
  • “That is one fine ass.”
  • “You look like a screamer.”
  • “Let me tie you up.”
  • “What’ll our safeword be?”
  • “I love making you squirm.”
  • “Not my neck! It’s summer, I can’t wear a turtleneck in the sun.”


  • [TEXT] You dumped me for HIM/HER?
  • [TEXT] I can’t stop listening to our song.
  • [TEXT] My pillow still smells like you.
  • [TEXT] You left your cologne when you moved out. I used it up.
  • [TEXT] Do you even love me?
  • [TEXT] What happened to us?
  • [TEXT] I just want to eat bacon and see you naked. And then eat bacon off of you naked.
  • [TEXT] IM26C4U.
  • [TEXT] You never gave a shit about me.
  • [TEXT] I couldn’t care less.
  • [TEXT] Now you know how it feels.
  • [TEXT] I still love you.
  • [TEXT] I can’t stop thinking about all the times you told me you loved me… and wondering if they were lies.


  • [TEXT] You can’t have me if you can’t even get the three C’s. Chocolates, champagne, and candles.
  • [TEXT] I’m in the bath… come join me?
  • [TEXT] Don’t tease. You know I like it rough.
  • [TEXT] Bed, counter, or floor?
  • [TEXT] If you can get here in five minutes I’ll suck you off first.
  • [TEXT] What do you think about threesomes? And, what about foursomes?
  • [TEXT] You’ve been naughty, I’m going to punish you.
  • [TEXT] I can’t believe you just sent me that. I’m at work/school!


  • [TEXT] I fell down the stairs and… well, I’m in the ER.
  • [TEXT] ______ got injured during their game and I’m waiting with them at the hospital but I can’t do this alone.
  • [TEXT] Did you know your mother/father is at the hospital right now??
  • [TEXT] I was cleaning out the garage and I’m stuck under some boxes!! Please help before the spiders get me.
  • [TEXT] I don’t know what happened I was just cooking and then all of a sudden the pasta was on fire!

playing Uno with my family and 6-year-old cousin when suddenly….

Him: Are you a boy or a girl? You look like a girl, but you dress like a boy… And you have hairy armpits!

*everyone at the table freezes; wide eyes fixed on me…*

Me: Well, I didn’t want to say anything but….Neither. I’m a mermaid. I wear these clothes so I can easily run from the Dolphin Police because truthfully, I’m not supposed to be here on dry land. Oh, and that’s not hair, it’s seaweed.

Him:So, that’s why your hair is red!!!!!

Later that night, we are drawing & my hair is up in a ponytail…

Him: What’s that thing on your ear? *points to my hearing aid*

Me: Ah, this. It’s a device that lets me hear what the Dolphins are up to at all times. Every mermaid has one.

Him: Are you lying?

Me: Here, I’ll prove it to you. *takes out hearing aid, feedback screeches* See? They’re angry. I’ve told you too much…

Him: *whispers* Oh my god….

A year later, his mom texts me and says he STILL thinks I’m a mermaid outlaw, and that he swears he saw me swimming in a river they drove by one day. yeah it’s a big fat lie but I’m a real-life fucking mermaid in this kids mind…who else can say that?!?

meetmyinnerdemons  asked:

Hi, I wanted to ask you if you know any fanfictions about Johnlock texting/letters/internet messages, something connected with that? :)

Hi Lovely!

I thought I didn’t have many of these, so I was so excited that I would be able to get this done in 10 minutes… it’s now 4 hours later and I finally got a rough list done for you and I STILL can’t find the one I wanted to add to this list! I’m so angry, because I THOUGHT it was an FFNet fic, but i can’t find it urg. Oh well. I hope you like what I have picked for you instead!


  • Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2799 w, Ao3) - John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can’t find words big enough to thank her for saving John’s life at the warehouse. For afters, there’s a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of Unkissed
  • Happy anniversary by Salambo06 (E, 3772 w., Ao3) - John inhaled deeply, feeling his cock pulse under the silk gown, and he let his eyes travel on the lean body in front of him. Sherlock was kneeling on the bed, their bed, and the picture had been taken so John could perfectly see his bare chest and pelvis. But what mattered most, what made John harden rather quickly, was the pair of panties Sherlock was wearing in the picture. Black, string over each hip and laces that outlined Sherlock’s erect cock barely hidden under the soft underwear.
  • A Brand of Gold by aquabelacqua (M, 12,757 w. Ao3) - John sank deeper into the pillows, let the mist and blur of the wine settle around him, let it shore up his nerves and dim the warning signals that flashed dully in the back of his mind. He let the rest of the disappointment about Lucy and his strange accommodations and about the weekend as a whole fade into obscurity. He let the vital, missing piece snap into place as surely and as cleanly as if it had always been there. He was flirting with Sherlock Holmes. **MUST READ**
  • Come Home by hudders-and-hiddles(E, 3763, Ao3) -  When John leaves for a medical conference, Sherlock tries to entice him back home.
  • A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb  (E, 32,690, Ao3) John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX **MUST READ**
  • The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, 21,691 w., Ao3) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.
  • Bread and Wine and Curry Once a Week by cwb (E, 8737 w., Ao3) - "I am not agitated. I’m just tired of it. The insinuations, the comments, that I have no… no interest in relationships, or sex.“ John and Sherlock muddle through a relationship. **FAVE!**
  • Entanglement by orphan_account (G, 3218 w., Ao3)On Christmas Eve, snow covers London, John visits Harry, and Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson untangle some knots. Lovely pining Sherlock fic. Love this one!
  • Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w., Ao3)Throughout his life, Sherlock Holmes has always taken facts and held them close like treasures, because in a world of complex emotions, unpredictability, and the unknown, logic has never failed him. Puzzles can always be solved and equations will always have an answer; he seeks and finds comfort in the steady absolution of facts and the knowledge that everything has a definition: an unchanging, consistent meaning. However, at age thirty-five he discovers the exception to all of his neat, tidy logic when he meets John Watson, the one person who evades definition and refuses to be easily categorized—and who makes Sherlock question his own previously unshakeable ideas about everything from life to love. (Apparently a WiP, but it feel complete enough, as the “last chapter” has been waiting for over 2 years)
  • Tease You Till You Come by phoenix089 (E, 6090 w., Ao3) - Initially, Sherlock was rather put out by John’s lack of presence on the case. But then he starts to recieve pictures, several of them, of an unexpected nature. The case is forgotten rather quickly after that.
  • Text Me When It’s Over by immaculately-flawed (K+, 1K+ w., FFnet) - After the fall Sherlock starts writing texts to John. Of course, he never sends them… Until he does by accident. Post Reichenbach fic but not angsty.
  • Texts and Tea by JillianWatson1058 (K, 959 w., ffnet) - A John who is woken up at 2:30 in the morning is not a happy John. Sherlock, frankly, doesn’t care. He just wants his tea.
  • Message Not Sent by Queerasil (K, 762 w. ffnet) - Sherlock texts John after the fall and during the hiatus. The messages are sent, but never received. Sequel to WORDLOCKED, TSTM, and Wait, How Do You Play This Game Again?
  • Iunctum by Fudgyokra (K, 221 w., FFNet) - He stood still for a long time, staring not so much at the words he’d been sent, but at the signature that marked them: A simple ‘SH,’ neatly tucked at the close of the words ‘I’ve missed you.’” A 221B ficlet; Sherlock’s return from the fall.
  • The Art Of Communication by StillWaters1 (T, 2K+ w., FFNet) - Lestrade was used to getting odd, non sequitur texts from Sherlock. But when “John went out for milk” was followed by a terse “two hours ago,” Lestrade immediately understood three things: John was missing, Sherlock was quietly panicking, and this could all end very, very badly.


  • Letters by Jenna Flare (T, 2K+ w., FFNet) - John leaves letters on Sherlock’s grave as a method of coping. Sherlock reads them every week. Sherlock/John, John/Mary. T for swearing. Post-Reichenbach
  • Letters From Beyond by LittleBabeBlue (K, 637 w., FFNet) - A letter for John was found in Sherlock’s coat after he jumped. Post-Reichenbach.
  • Dear John by starwarsfreak95 (T, 601 w. FFNet) - Not all Dear John letters are bad. Sherlock tries to explain to John why he did what he did and how much John means to him.
  • Pen Pals by WerewolfDoctor (K, 2K w., FFNet) - Most people don’t become pen pals by one of them writing a not-suicide note. Then again, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson have never exactly been normal, have they?
  • In the Dark Hours by hubblegleeflower (E, 51,639 w., Ao3) - John, wounded and silent, drifts back to Baker Street for healing…and then goes home again. He visits, gets more upbeat, chattier, smiles, jokes… and still goes home again. Sherlock wants him to move back in - it just makes sense - but John shows no signs of doing so. This is the story of how John and Sherlock learn to say what needs to be said when they’re both so very, very rubbish at talking.
  • There’s Something Living in These Lines by teahigh (orphan_account) - (M, 4676 w., Ao3) - Two men, complete opposites in almost every way, who speak only in letters and pages torn from books.
  • Correspondence by Cleo2010 (T, 8031 w., Ao3) – Sherlock’s been spirited away on a case for Mycroft. Part of the deal was that he and John could communicate via letter until the case was completed. Maybe the cliche is true, absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or perhaps something is growing on the feet in the fridge. Read their letters month by month. Written after series one.
  • White Blank Page by SarahCat1717 (M, 11,936 w., Ao3) – Post-fall, Sherlock is off eliminating Moriarty’s crime web. He finds he misses John. He can’t divulge that he still lives, but he placates his need to communicate with John and still feel a connection with him by sending him blank letters. But over time, this writing exercise lends itself to Sherlock exploring his feelings for his friend. What will happen when Sherlock returns to London and the man he has been “writing” to regularly for the past two years? NOT S3 compliant. Mary who?
  • Get It All in Writing by aceofhearts61 (T, 2423 w., Ao3) – Sherlock and John write each other love notes. Part 8 of A Love with No Name
  • and stand there at the edge of my affection by coloredink (G, 2683 w., Ao3)
  • Winter of Life by You_Light_The_Sky (T, 5178 w., Ao3) – It was an experiment, really. On Christmas, Sherlock wrote to Santa asking for a friend. He got a broken toy soldier instead. This is the story of how he finds him again and again.
  • Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 3 Parts, 30,802 w. Ao3) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.)


  • The Case of the Vanishing Blog by Hekateras (K+, 2K+ w., FFNet) - Sherlock is in it for the hunt. John is in it for the action. Even so, the events at the Pool leave a mark on both, unwilling as they are to admit it.
  • One-Way Mirror by StormyNight108 (K+, 830 w. FFNet) - Post-Reichenbach one-shot. It’s been months since the incident, where a man lost his best friend. Slowly but surely, John’s life is starting to turn up a little. That night, his blog is updated to share good news to his followers, and one anonymous commentator is quick to share his happiness. It’s about as close to his friend as he can get right now.
  • Don’t Go Without Me by MirabileLectu (T, 1K+ w. FFNet) - Deep in the recesses of the cluttered space under John’s bed, far from the prying eyes of nosy landladies, there is a box.
  • To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow by Linpatootie (G, 5308 w., Ao3) - Sherlock wants to conduct a sleep study of sorts. John contemplates smothering him with a pillow. Part 1 of Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please
  • Journal of Truths by Goddess_of_the_Night (T, 2317 w., Ao3) - When John escorts Sherlock back to Baker Street from the tarmac, he discovers a journal that Sherlock has kept secret…that he has kept secrets in. What he sees when he opens it is nothing like what he expected. He expected scrawling notes of observations, or maths equations, or drawings of plants…anything but what he actually finds: confessions.
  • You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., Ao3) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock’s study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn’t entirely mind.
  • Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by cypress_tree (E, 10,669 w., Ao3) – John helps Sherlock with an experiment: for an entire month, they are not allowed to touch each other and must remain at least one metre apart at all times.
  • The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by XistentialAngst (E, 58,611 w., Ao3) – John Watson thinks Sherlock Holmes should admit that he, Watson, is more of an expert on sex than Sherlock is. But Sherlock refuses to concede the point. He comes up with an experiment plan that will resolve the issue. The results will determine who wins the prize. But sometimes even the best thought-out scientific study has unexpected consequences.


  • I Believe In Sherlock Holmes by Cennis (K, 2+K w., FFNet)When John came to Baker Street one Sunday about six months after the funeral and found an elegant wooden cane, expensive-looking yet sturdy, stuffed away in the shoe cupboard, he began ‘blogging’ again. It began with post-it notes. POST-FALL.
  • In case of emergency by AlessNox (K, 520 w., FFNet) - Sherlock is charged with making a list of what supplies they would need in case of an emergency.
  • The Three-Word Tin Collection by TheBookshelfDweller (K, 1K+ w., FFNet) - What happens when Sherlock has to store the things he wants to say to John while deconstructing Moriarty’s web, but the Mind palace proves an inadequate place to store them?
  • 206 Reasons by whitchry9 (K+, 1K+, FFNet) - John won’t wake up, so Sherlock lists all the reasons why he should. Because he appears to be a bit besotted. How inconvenient.
  • Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb (E, 4,578 w., Ao3) – John is entirely done with the milk situation and gives Sherlock a list of shit he’s pissed about. Sherlock sets out to make John happy. John is happy. Sherlock makes his own list. They are both very, very happy.
  • The Trouble With Being Subtle. by VictoryCandescence (NR, 5429 w., Ao3) - In which Sherlock experiments, John misinterprets, and everyone else stands back and waits for the light to turn on.
  • The Importance of Torn Papers by MyLittleCornerOfSherlock (G, 2427 w., Ao3) – Little things make a big difference, even little notes of thanks. Small reminders to show he cares.
  • Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., Ao3) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s ‘Heart of Darkness’, and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts’ now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.
  • See Recipe for Details by pandoras_chaos (E, 4,981, Ao3) – John knows Sherlock’s mouth will never water over the sweet smells of baking chocolate biscuits or a lovely roast chicken, but he’s watched Sherlock nick mince pies out of Mrs. Hudson’s fridge often enough to deduce that the man does have taste, albeit confusing and obscure.
    So John makes a list: Things Sherlock Likes

And I have a few on my Marked For Later List which also have this theme. I HAVE NOT READ THEM, so I don’t know what they are like; I was waiting for them to finish before I do. As well, Alexx has a tonne of lists you can check out too!


I told you all I would do it.

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and neither does the song.

“You can take it if you want to, Lance.”

Lance blinks, eyes finally looking up to meet Shiro’s gaze.


Shiro smiles, a soft huff resembling a chuckle escaping his lips as he reaches out to pat the teen on the shoulder.

“The guitar you have been making eye-love for the past few minutes?” Shiro jokes, pointing with his head the guitar a few feet from them, “You can take it, we have enough gacs.”

Lance opens his mouth and then closes it right after, as if in shock. Shiro waits patiently for him, giving him the time to process the offer.

Lance turns, eyes falling once again on the guitar. It’s the first one he has seen in one of the Earth Shops inside the malls they have visited in the last few months, to say it was a surprise was understandable.

He hesitates but he still takes a step forward, fingers touching the smooth surface of the guitar. It’s a soft shade of brown, nothing like the one he left behind on Earth, also missing the silly stickers his nephew and niece used to put on it almost on their weekly visit but it’s still a guitar, a earth-like guitar and that’s enough for a lump to be in his throat.

“Are you sure?” He asks, voice lower than usual and something warms settles down his stomach when Shiro only nods encouragingly with a big smile.

“Thanks, Shiro.” Lance breaths out, an invisible tension leaving his shoulders and he laughs when Shiro ruffles his hair in a brotherly way.

“It’s no problem, Lance,” Shiro reassurance as he starts walking towards the cashier along with the brunet, taking out a small pouch full of gacs, “I just hope it doesn’t come with a cow, ha!”

It doesn’t. It comes with a dolphin.

“Not to say I don’t love the new addition to our family, I mean, we already got Matt, lovely addition -”

“Hunk, you flatter!” Matt says in the background and the teen flashing him a grin.

“We also got Thing One and Thing Two living in Pidge’s room -”

“Excuse you, their names are: Fluff and Fuzz. Treat my children right, Hunk.”

“My driest apologies, Pidge.” Hunk deadpans and yelps when Pidge’s pillow collides with his face.

“And we got Kaltenecker on the hologram field.” Keith finishes for him from his spot on the couch, eyes still on his blade as he polish it aimlessly.

“Yes, exactly, thank you, Keith.” Hunk nods, sitting back again on the ground, “Now my question here is: was it really necessary to give Miguel the Dolphin the entire pool?”

“He needs water.” Shiro shrugs nonchalantly, “Besides, it’s only temporarily until Coran finishes Miguel’s quarters. The pool’s is not big enough for him to swim around.”

“Okay, but what if I want to take a midnight swim?”

“Why midnight?” Keith asks, arching an eyebrow in confusion and Hunk shrugs.

“Why not midnight?”

“To be honest, midnight is the perfect time to go to the pool.” Pidge chips in, flopping over Hunk from behind and resting her chin on his head.

“No midnight swimming, you wild kids; midnight is for sleeping.” Shiro cuts in with a roll of his eyes.

“Says the zombie.” Keith jokes, laughing as he dodges his brother’s pillow attack and snorting when it actually hits Matt in the face behind him.



As the entire room erupts in laughter and bickering, Lance’s attention is entirely on the guitar that rests on his lap.

He works in silence as he tunes the strings just right, every few ticks playing them just to make sure if he’s going the right way before nodding satisfied every time.

It feels so foreign and yet so familiar to be able to do this again. It brings him a little bit of comfort that he can do something from Earth in the middle of space, being who knows how many galaxies away from home.

Lance shakes his head. No reason to dwell on it.

His team’s voices are still playing on the background but it does nothing to dim Lance’s excitement as he finally places the guitar right on his lap and starts running his fingers through the strings, this time with purpose.

He never thought he would miss the vibrations that ran through his fingers with every swing. It takes him back to when he had played for the first time, his small chubby hands being covered by a bigger pair, stronger and tanner than his own, helping him and guiding him throughout the entire song.

Lance smiles as his brother’s cheering from back then echoes inside his mind, how supportive and excited he had been for him when he had played for the first time alone in front of the whole family.

Words spill out of his lips before he even realizes it and suddenly he’s singing.

“Recuerdame, hoy me tengo que ir, mi amor,” Lance sings softly, lyrics old but so alive in his heart, not even missing a beat, “Recuerdame, no llores, por favor.”

God, the song sounded so much better with the right melody, the nights he used to sing it quietly under his breath in the dark of his room in his early days in space not even close to compare them to the comfort it brings him right now.

He can hear them in his mind, every single member in his family, following the lyrics as the words leave his lips and it makes his own voice crack with emotion in every verse, the memory of their voices encouraging him gently in the back of his head.

“Te llevo en mi corazón y cerca me tendras.” His mama’s voice echoes inside his head and it makes him close his eyes, allowing himself two ticks so he can pretend he’s back at home, sitting in the middle of his living room surrounded by his family.

It’s a nice thought.

“A solas yo te cantare, soñando en regresar.” Lance continues easily, back in the present as he lets out a soft breath, “Recuerdame, aunque tengo que migrar, recuerdame.”

The lump on his throat grows steadily as the words keep flowing but it does nothing to dim the bright happy smile that just keeps growing in Lance’s lips.

“Si mi guitarra oyes llorar, e-ella con su triste canto te a-acompañara,” Lance chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief when he feels a few tears sliding down his cheek and his breath hitches, “Hasta q-que en mis brazos tu estes, recuerdame.”

The melody keeps playing, even when he knows the song is pretty much over, but he enjoys the peace it brings him, setting his inside at ease and warm just spreading through his chest.

When his fingers finally leave the strings, there’s a new warm pressure holding them tight.

Lance gasps, eyes widening in surprise as he looks up and meets the rest of the team’s eyes, all of them looking at him fondly and with understanding, small smiles covering their faces.

Lance opens his mouth but there seems to be no words left in him. A soft squeeze from his hand makes him look back and this time, he meets Keith’s eyes.

Keith receives him with a smile, soft and shy, as he brings their intertwined hands closer to his mouth and drops a kiss on top of Lance’s knuckles.

“How about a duet?” he asks, arching a playful and Lance beams at him, chuckling when Keith wipes the stray tears from his cheek, “No High School Musical, though.”

The entire team whines behind him at the news, their disappointment in the statement being loud and clear, and their chatting goes back to what it was, arguing into who was going to be next and which song were allowed.

Lance limits himself to laugh, leaning forward to press a kiss against his boyfriend’s eyebrow, mumbling a soft ‘thank you’ under his breath.

Turns out he was already surrounded by family.


Pairing: Kang Daniel/reader (third person)

Word count: 3,775

Rating: 18+ for language, vanilla sexual content, cat facts and shitty jokes/outdated memes

Summary: It’s the hottest day of the year but that’s not to say that things can’t get hotter

A/N: This is just self-indulgent, unedited porn because the thirst is too fucking real my dudes

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This starter meme is completely based off of THIS starter meme right here, it’s just in a different format to accommodate players with multiple accounts as opposed to just one!! I take no credit for it and if you want to appreciate the content, give the blog a follow, please!!

  • “You can’t have sex with your neighbor’s backyard above-ground pool.”
  • “Let me help you out of that swimsuit– POOL.”
  • “I sure hope we become best friends! But I don’t hope we have a falling out, leading us to have a tense, emotion-heavy, dramatic, competitive, love/hate relationship later on.”
  • “So, anyways, I regain consciousness, there’s cops everywhere, (name) is covered in blood, got an ice-pick– haha, it was kind of a weird Tuesday.”
  • “We’re gonna be late for anime school!”
  • “I’m just saying, is it illegal if I’m in my OWN pool?”
  • “(name) WAS A BITCH-ASS POSER.”
  • “Oh no, he’s hot when he’s sad!”
  • “This reminds me of prison. This reminds me of prison. This DEFINITELY reminds me of prison.”
  • “Look at that little pimp. He’s gonna grow up to be a prison ass mothafucka.”
  • “Let’s skip all the fluff and get to the part where we’re shirtless.”
  • “Homeboy looks like shark week, I ain’t messin’ with that.”
  • “It wasn’t a dream! We got arrested for trespassing! We went to JAIL!”
  • “Nah, man, we went to holding. There’s a big difference.”
  • “Yeah now we owe Easter Dave a favor– that is NOT a position you wanna be in.”
  • “Wouldn’t we have seen him around by now? I mean he is a bipedal shark-person.”
  • “I’VE GOT MACE!”
  • “Was macing us really necessary AFTER you remembered who we were?!”
  • “You took the fall for me and I said thank you.”
  • “I went to jail!”
  • “I spent 6 months at a correctional facility!”
  • “I stabbed a girl in the yard!”
  • “I think that guard you killed had a family!”
  • “Look at that majestic ass mothafucka. Like a dolphin or some shit. A dolphin with legs… and arms… and a jet pack.”
  • “That’s how they do it in Australia.”
  • “20 bucks on jabber jaws.”
  • “Hey, man did you TiVo Glee last night?”
  • “I’m not allowed to watch Glee, my dad says it might turn me into something bad. A musical theater major.”
  • “Neither one of them even died!”
  • “They won’t let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles it’s deemed ‘inappropriate’ and I 'have to leave’.”
  • “I have to tumblr this!”
  • “A guy with emotional issues who swims away his problems? Lady, that’s the whole team, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”
  • “I ship them! And them!”
  • “They hate each other, but they also fuck each other!“
  • “Hey, we try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you’re doing is gonna have to stop.”
  • “So do you wanna come back to my place, listen to some Dave Matthews, and talk about my work out routine?”
  • “I wonder if that stuff I hid is still here? … Nah, cops probably took it.”
  • “Do you know? Do you know for sure? Because I don’t need another incident.”
  • “If I get out of this chair, I guarantee you’ll end up in one with wheels.”
  • “Okay. I’ll admit, I’m a little threatened.”
  • “‘Sup bitches!~”
  • “Aren’t you that guy who drowned a kid? And burned down that building?”
  • “Get back to it before you learn a lesson in post-war, urban torture practices.”
  • “Remember, snitches get stitches!”
  • “Shut up, you’re high as balls!”
  • “You’re just mad because mom and dad thought you were a girl for the first year of your life.”
  • “Right, son. And speaking of crushing disappointments—”
  • “Coach tried to get me to vandalize a police station again.”
  • “Good thing I wore my Heelies.”
  • “He’s so hot but so crazy! Which makes him even MORE hot!”
  • “Come on, let me get those digits baby!”
  • “It should be illegal to be that fine!”
  • “Oh, just basic addition and subtraction. He was subtracting from my profits so I’m going to add a few extra holes in him.”
  • “This doesn’t seem like the time for polka-renditions of Ke$ha songs.”
  • “I hate it when you leave but I love watching you go.”
  • “Yeah, I’ve seen him. He’s in my scrapbook class. He cuts the eyes out of magazine photos.”
  • “Your arrest record is extensive… and amateur.”
  • “I want that boy to be my bride!”
  • “Pilates will do that, man, works your core.”
  • “What are we waiting for? Let’s go bro! Let’s g’bro!”
  • “Wow, you sure said that.“
  • “WOOP! WOOP! Hold it, I’m gonna have to pull you over for exceeding recommended hotness.”
  • “One time, we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don’t even think their families cared, kinda sad, really.”
  • “So, what you’re saying is, if they disappeared, no one would notice?”
  • “Well I’ve gotta go not talk to you anymore.”
  • “I learned how to swim the old fashioned way. When I was five my dad took me out to a lake and tossed me right in the water.”
  • “I’m so happy right now! — And it’s not just ‘cause I get to see you in a bunch of different swimsuits. Okay, I lied, I’m sorry, that’s mostly the reason.”
  • “Hey, I know you! You helped me smuggle some stuff out of the country! How’ve you been, kid?”
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Anon Prompt: Could you do a Owen Grady X reader Smut where the reader is an old lover of Owens and they bump into each other at the park and ba bam magic happens lol…..I love your writing

A/N: I am in a Chris Pratt mood today and I finally have time to write after my shitty day.

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT and swearing

Originally posted by jurassicparkfilms

Holy shit! You were looking at dinosaurs- actual living dinosaurs.

You could barely believe your eyes as you looked at the petting zoo enclosure where you were to begin your first day as a carer for the Stegosaurus.

“So you need to keep an eye on the kids as they tend to prod too much and we don’t want Steggy to bite their hand off” your new boss, Josh, joked.

“Has that happened?” you gaped at him.

He laughed, shook his head, and walked off while you stared after him.

“Well I guess I will never know” you sighed and walked into the office you have been assigned.

“Hey Y/N, did Josh give you his scare tactics?” your new co-worker, Jade, laughed as she filed the parent consent forms for the kids playing in the pen.

“He was messing with me? Of course” you shook your head.

You spent an hour setting up your desk and filling out the needed paperwork to work at Jurassic World.

“Come on guys, we have a park meeting to attend” Josh walked in and waved for you and Jade to follow him.

The training center wasn’t too far away and when you got there, the room was buzzing with noise among the 30 or so trainers.

“Oh there`s the T-Rex trainer, Steve. Awesome guy but terrible kisser” Jade pointed to a blonde haired man wearing a cork hat who waved a little too enthusiastically at her.

“Ugh there`s the raptor trainer, Owen” she swooned, “he`s so…hot” her hands waved at the man in question.

Looking over, you freeze. Owen, the one from your senior year of college.

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Reader x Klaus

The scent. It was the scent of something familiar that was driving Klaus mad. He knew the smell so well that he drew to a stop.

“Niklaus what’re you doing?” Elijah sighed when his brother began to search around for the source.

“You don’t smell that?” He hissed, his eyes locking on a small figure slumped by the docks.

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two updates in a row!!! yay!!!!!!

sorry if this one seems a little bit shorter (〒︿〒)

Originally posted by vernonxhoshi

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i just want kakairu au ft mermaid!Iruka:

Him & Kohari are both merfolk. Ikkaku is in on the loop because its tough to hide it when your newborn baby’s legs shifts to a fish tail when you put him in a tub to bathe.

Whenever possible, either Kohari or Ikkaku would take Iruka to one of Konoha’s more secluded lakes, let him explore his body away from prying eyes.

When they could afford it, they’d take short vacations to the sea. Iruka relishes the wide open space. Loves the way his hair moves with the waves. Beams when his mom finds his hiding spot among the seaweed & tugs at his tail. Sometimes Ikkaku joins them, he can’t swim as far as they can but Iruka takes great joy in swimming circles around him in the shallows.

It all changes after the Ninetails and Iruka hasn’t been to the sea, a lake, a creek - hasn’t transformed since and throws himself into training & work to forget. Its easier to tell himself that the ache in his legs was from the long training sessions. 

Konoha is safe. Its landlocked, and any swimming spots are far & secluded enough that Iruka doesn’t have to pass by them in his everyday life. Hes safe - from temptation, from reminders of a time he can’t have back. And he is thankful.

Naruto leaving with Jiraiya triggers something between him and Kakashi. Coincidental meetings reminiscing over mutual students turns into occasional planned meetings for dinner, which gives way to weekly, near daily meetings over tea when Kakashi was in the village and soon, it was normal for him to be asking Kakashi how his day was or vice versa.

Hes still puzzled over how he ended up on this mission together with Kakashi, not that hes not enjoying the peace and company. But a Chuunin and a Jounin on a message delivery mission? Its excessive and he wonders if this was Tsunade-sama’s way of forcing them on a break, away from work.

The route they take passes by the sea and Iruka is nervous and tense all the way. If Kakashi notices, he doesn’t comment. Iruka only allows himself to relax & lets out a sigh of relief when they reach their destination. 

On the way back, Iruka steels himself and everything is fine until its not because the scent of the sea is so strong and its been so long, Iruka gasps as he feels his gills split open. Stumbles forward into Kakashi who catches him, looking panicked. 

He wants to tell Kakashi hes going to be fine, probably, but hes too busy trying to breathe. He feels himself sinking further as his legs morph, his tail flopping uselessly against the ground. The last thing he thinks is that he wished he had something to capture Kakashi’s dumbstruck expression so he could laugh at it when he wasn’t suffocating because of his gills.

When he comes to, its to Kakashi waist deep in the water, princess carrying him, making sure Iruka’s gills are submerged but his face is still above the water. Hes about to speak but Iruka cuts him off with a “don’t you dare make a dolphin joke,” & Kakashi snaps his mouth shut. 

Theres no dolphin jokes, but what he gets is Kakashi squeezing him slightly & a hesitant “We’re two days ahead of schedule so if you want to… you know…” 

He doesn’t know if its sun exposure or what causing the flush he can see peeking out from Kakashi’s mask, but something in him loosens & he finds that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to swim again, if Kakashi was around.

led by our beating hearts

The first time Annabeth Chase meets Percy Jackson is much more anticlimactic than she imagined.

It’s not that Annabeth spent a lot of time actively thinking about someone she’s never met, but being a student at Pine Senior High School means that an active education in the ongoings of Percy Jackson’s life is inevitable. Annabeth is aware that something similar happens on the other side of town, with her name instead. That’s the nature of the rivalry between the only two high schools in Olympus; every sports team and club is pitted against their sister school of Jupiter. Akin to the rivalry between Poseidon and Athena, this one between the Spartans and Gladiators was born of hormonal adolescent egos and mutual loathing.

Annabeth has experienced being caught in the crosshairs of the ill-fated rivalry more times than she can count. Being one of Pine’s star athletes guarantees that her high school uses her as ammunition and bragging grounds every chance she gets. While she has as much- if not more- school spirit as the next girl, she has no desire to participate in the cutthroat barbs and practical jokes that the majority of the student body takes so much joy in. She makes it a point to attend all major school meets and games against Jupiter, if not for her interest in the sports themselves then for her fascination of how the rivalry makes her already arrogant and hypermasculine peers even more conceited and stupid. It’s at these basketball games, swim meets, and track meets that she glimpses him at first. She always sits at the very top of the bleachers with Reyna (except during track season where she has her own events to worry about, thank you very much) so that they can make fun of all of the posturing and go over schoolwork together.  Annabeth can admit that he’s an incredible athlete; right up there with people like Frank Zhang and Jason Grace. She knows that he’s the only junior in Olympus that has a faster mile than her, but she’s never had a desire to seek him out after a track meet or her occasional volleyball games she spots him at. They simply existed on different worlds.

It sometimes seems like both of them were riding different trains on parallel tracks- fated to glimpse the other occasionally, but never to meet. That’s partially why she is so surprised when she spots him at Chiron’s Stop and Shop- very much on the Pine section of town. Chiron’s has always been one of her favorite places. It’s owner was an old family friend who taught her how to deal with her dyslexia when she was younger. He’s always been a mentor and father figure to her, and she picks up shifts at the store on weekends. It’s not that people from Jupiter aren’t allowed on this side of town, but they aren’t exactly expected. Percy Jackson with his shock of black hair and sea green eyes is utterly recognizable- not to mention that he’s wearing a purple hoodie with the words JHS Gladiators emblazoned on the front. It’s like painting a target on your back while simultaneously walking into a war zone. She considers walking away, but he spots her first.

“Hey! You’re Annabeth, right?” he calls out just as she was about to begin her retreat. “You do soccer and track and stuff at Pine.” The way he’s rocking back and forth on his heels reminds her entirely of Leo, and she wonders if he had ADHD too. It’s certainly a big part of why Annabeth’s so involved in sports- it’s nearly impossible to get rid of the restlessness she always feels. She’s suddenly aware of the fact that she hasn’t brushed her hair all day, or bothered to conceal the circles under her eyes

“Soccer and track and stuff. That’s me.” she answers “and you’re Jupiter’s swimming god.” He’s a couple inches taller than her, and even more tan, like he spent all his free time at a beach instead of a tiny town in Virginia.

“So that’s what they call me on this side of the creek, huh?” he questions. “You know, people say that you’re the best forward that the town has seen in years.”

“So what, pray tell, is one of Westbury’s revered athletes doing on this side of town?” Annabeth prods “You know, if any other student had noticed you you’d have been immediately sentenced to death by overzealous high schoolers.”

Percy lets loose a quiet laugh at this, and she can’t help the sliver of satisfaction that snakes through her body. He looks oddly embarrassed, and the sheer normalcy of his accompanying flush goes against all her prior expectations of this boy. She takes in the way he bites down on his lip as he unfurls his right wrist to reveal a small cellophane package filled with… dolphins?

“You… risked your well being in order to buy candy dolphins?” Annabeth can’t help the astonishment in her voice. Percy looks deeply offended

“They’re gummy sharks.” He protested “and they’re my lifeblood. Seriously, Annabeth, gummy sharks are the food of the gods.” he continues, “my cousin, Nico is supposed to supply me with them, since this is the only place in town which sells them, but he’s on some stupid date which means I have to do everything myself as per usual.”

By the time he’s finished with his tirade, his eyebrows are knitted together in concentration and his hands are still moving to finish his latest dramatic gesture.

“Nico Di Angelo?” she questions “He’s your cousin?” Thanks to her longstanding friendship with Will, Annabeth cannot go 24 hours without hearing him ramble on and on about the gorgeous brunette with the gorgeous dark eyes that- oh god annabeth they make me want to melt he’s so out of my league. It took Will an entire semester of pining from a distance before he finally made a move and Annabeth has spent the entirety of the last two weeks helping Will plan an overly complex date meant to woo his pants off, in his own words.

“You know him?” Percy questions

“Indirectly. My friend Will has spent so much time talking about his enormous crush that I probably know more about your cousin than I do myself. Will’s probably setting off heart shaped fireworks as we speak.”

“Ah. So he’s the blond haired casanova that Nico hasn’t been able to shut up about for the past few months. It’s gotten quite concerning, really.”

Their conversation continues and she finds herself enjoying his personality more than she’s willing to admit. She tells him about her visions of becoming an architect, her soccer team, her qualms and praises of the most recent star wars installment… and before she knows it, her phone chimes with a text from Piper asking why in the name of all that is holy, has it taken her over two hours to buy a jar of salsa. She quickly excuses herself from the conversation, and grabs a couple extra jars of queso just to appease Piper.  

She mulls over the conversation as she make her way around the block to Piper’s house. It’s odd, how instantly comfortable she was with him. It took her weeks before she had felt that close to any of her other friends. It’s not until she is comfortably nestled between Piper and Reyna, deep into the Goblet of Fire, that she notices the small pale yellow post it on the side of the salsa jar. Scrawled (almost illegibly, she notes) are 10 digits, signed PJ. Piper instantly leans over and lets out a low whistle, her chestnut colored braids brushing Annabeth’s face.

“Damn, Chase has game!” Annabeth squints at her and swats at her hair. This catches Reyna’s interest and she turns away from the screen.

“Who’s PJ?” she asks as she shoots her a smirk. She knows that they’re trying to be nonchalant about it, but the glimmer in Piper’s eyes tells her otherwise. She hasn’t done anything remotely romantic since her historic crush on Luke in middle school which resulted in one date freshmen year before he moved away. Piper has been begging her to go on a date ever since.

“Percy Jackson.” She mutters, making sure to fixate her eyes on Victor Krum. The effect of her words is no less than she predicted. Piper squeals and drops her Tostitos and Reyna raises both eyebrows, instead of just one.

“Like, Jupiter’s Percy Jackson? Thalia’s cousin? If so, congratulations- he’s like seven different levels of fine.” Piper proclaims  “I prefer blonds, though.” Reyna glances back at the number and frowns.

“I hate people from Jupiter. They’re like mini-Kardashians. No offense Piper.” Piper tugs thoughtfully at her braid. It was true that students that went to Jupiter were generally more wealthy than the ones at Pine with the exception of the Mcleans, but it didn’t seem like Percy was airheaded or conceited.

“So! Are you going to- CEDRIC NO!” Piper shrieks and covers her eyes with her hands. Annabeth mentally thanks Voldemort for the distraction as Reyna shoots her a meaningful look. She glances back down at the post-it note in her hand and smiles, thinking about what Piper was about to ask. Maybe she would.

AN: so this is the first thing I’ve written ever?? and I threw it together pretty quickly and I would beyond grateful for any criticism and ideas and hopefully I’ll be able to build on this and improve it to a point where it’ll be acceptable. I’m serious. I will personally buy you the moon if you give me writing advice go ahead and PLEASE tear this apart.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love the way you write! I was wondering if you could do a drabble or short story (which ever it fits) of a scare during pregnancy with Gabriel. Sort of angst/fluff. Thank you!

“Oh for the love of”, Gabriel started, head tilting upwards in a show of exasperation at the item in your hands. “Please no, carino…”

You gave a soft amused snort as you glanced up at Gabriel again, the quiet amusement in his voice letting you know that he wasn’t serious. Gabriel had managed to find time to sneak off of the base to spend a bit of time with you, his arm wrapped tight around your waist as you both navigated through the thick summer crowds of Gibraltar’s most popular farmer’s market. The two of you, fortunately, had been granted a bubble of space, your pregnant belly, and his occasional glare sending people scattering. You were five months along, your stomach round, clearly showing to any that viewed you from the front or side. And if it wasn’t obvious by your appearance, the number of baby related items you had handed off to Gabriel making it more than obvious.

“Come on Gabi”, you cooed, holding the stuffed, teething dolphin up higher for him to look at, earning a half-hearted glare of contempt. In your heart of hearts, you knew the small toy was absolutely terrible. It was made up of four or five different patterned fabrics, eyes thick buttons and eerie smile stitched into its beak. The absolute worse part was that when you pressed its belly, it would spout off facts about the animal and region and country. The item was being sold as an ‘educational teething stuffie’. “It has….some charm….right?”

Neither one of you could maintain a serious face, laughter bubbling from both of your lips before you put the product down. You could feel Gabriel’s body shake against you, a giddy, loving warmth expanding from your chest at his unabashed happiness. When Gabriel had found out you were pregnant, you weren’t sure you would ever see a man as happy or as scared as he was in that moment. Even with his busy schedule, he had found time to join you at every appointment, check on you throughout the day and tried his damnedest when he wasn’t on missions to join you for at least one meal per day. He made sure that you and the baby would know that he would love and care for you both no matter what and you, in turn, reassured him that this was something that was obvious and he would be an amazing father.  

But….it felt like the warmth that crept throughout your body was beginning to grow in intensity, twisting up around your spine and into your stomach, creeping through your limbs and into your cheeks. The heat of the summer day became personified, coiling around your body like a snake and squeezing you tighter and tighter, spots dancing in your vision as your grip tightened then loosened on Gabriel’s arm. Vaguely you could hear Gabriel calling you as the spots in your eyes gave way to darkness, his arm wrapping tighter around your waist as consciousness slipped away from you completely. You slipped in and out of consciousness, your mind greedily grabbing at things you could cling onto; the sound of Gabriel’s voice snapping out indistinct orders and his arms tightening around your body, a sharp prick in your arms before being surrounded by a cool, comforting essence. And then you slept.


“Hey beautiful…”


Your vision cleared in bits and pieces as you leaned into Gabriel’s touch, the warmth of his hand bleeding into your cheek, his thumb moving in small, affectionate circles. A lazy smile pulled at your lips as Gabriel moved closer, dipping down and pressing a firm kiss against your forehead. You relished the brief, warmth of his lips against your skin before he moved away, his hand never leaving your face. You lifted your arm, your hand covering his, a soft sound of confusion leaving your lips at the oximeter that covered the tip of your index finger. Twisting your head, realization hit you like a truck as you realized you were sitting in your and Gabriel’s bedroom. Your eyes grew a bit wider as Gabriel helped you sit completely up, eyes dancing across the room as you tried to process everything that was happening.

“Gave me quite the scare today”, Gabriel answered honestly as your gaze moved to the vitals monitor that sat to the side of you. You pulled the oximeter from your finger, the monitor hovering to the side of the bed giving a soft sound of disapproval before Gabriel shut it off.

“Just getting even for how you make me feel any time you go on missions”, you joked quietly, eyes tracking around the room slowly before falling back to his face. “So…what happened? How’d we end up back here?”

Gabriel’s sigh was heavy as he sat down on the edge of the bed, the man gently wrapping his hand around yours, eyes closing as he took a slow breath. He pulled your hand to his lips, pressing a hard, lingering kiss to the back of your hand and each of your knuckles, your brows lifting as a subtle quiver shook his shoulder. You reached out with your free hand, lightly stroking his cheek, twisting your hand so it lightly cupped his jaw so that he could look up at you. Your thumb lightly traced the scar on his cheekbone as you offered him a comforting smile, the man chuckling low at the irony of the moment. You were the one hooked up to machines and yet he was being comforted in the moment by you. Sucking in a deep breath, the light shiver in his shoulders stopped, his eyes locking this yours as he intertwined your fingers together.

“Well”, he started, drawing your knuckles to his lips again, the scratch of his beard tickling at your fingers. “You remember that ugly dolphin or whatever you were looking at? Well…after putting it down, you passed out.”

“Oh”, you said, voice light from shock, blinking a few times before thinking back on what had happened earlier that day. You remembered looking at the toy, laughing about it and then feeling super hot before things went a bit blurry. “Oh…I did feel like I’d stepped into the sauna right after putting it down…you know hot flashes and whatnot. I thought it would just…pass like it always had.”

“Yeah…Ang said that it was normal”, Gabriel scoffed, his voice letting you know he believed her but at the same time didn’t want to believe that you fainting should be something to expect. “Said you may have gotten a little overheated, your blood pressure may have dropped and…yeah.”

His eyes grew distant for a moment, a brief flash of fear making his brow furrow before your hand pressed into his cheek again, drawing his eyes back to you.

“I’m sorry we scared you”, you murmured honestly, scooting closer to the man and pressing your forehead against his. Before he could interject, you pressed a quick kiss to his lips and shook your head slowly. “I know it wasn’t my fault or on purpose but…hey, we’re alright okay? Me and the baby are fine…yeah we had a small spill but you still got us, alright?”

Gabriel opened his mouth to say something before he nodded minutely against your skin, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your lips then the sides of your mouth. He pulled back as you giggled, pressing several to your cheeks and moving up until he littered a crown of them across your forehead before stopping at your hairline.

“Yeah you’re right”, he answered low and soft, his breath warm against the top of your head. “You’re alright…you’re both alright. How about…we save trips for indoor spaces from now on?”

You chuckled softly, understanding the apprehension that still lingered within him, earning another kiss at the top of your head.

“You got it, papi.”

50% OFF starters.
  • "You can't have sex with your neighbor's backyard above-ground pool."
  • "let me help you out of that swimsuit-- POOL."
  • "I sure hope we become best friends! but I don't hope we have a falling out, leading us to have a tense, emotion-heavy, dramatic, competitive, love/hate relationship later on."
  • "so anyways I regain consciousness, there's cops everywhere, (name) is covered in blood, got an icepick-- haha it was kind of a weird tuesday."
  • "we're gonna be late for anime school!"
  • "I'm just saying, is it illegal if I'm in my OWN pool?"
  • "(name) WAS A BITCH-ASS POSER."
  • "oh no, he's hot when he's sad!"
  • "this reminds me of prison. this reminds me of prison. this DEFINITELY reminds me of prison."
  • "look at that little pimp. he's gonna grow up to be a prison ass mothafucka."
  • "let's skip all the fluff and get to the part where we're shirtless."
  • "homeboy looks like shark week, I ain't messin' with that."
  • "It wasn't a dream! We got arrested for trespassing! We went to JAIL!"
  • "Nah, man, we went to holding. there's a big difference."
  • "Yeah now we owe Easter Dave a favor-- that is NOT a position you wanna be in."
  • "Wouldn't we have seen him around by now? I mean he is a bipedal shark-person."
  • "I'VE GOT MACE!"
  • "Was macing us really necessary AFTER you remembered who we were?!?"
  • "you took the fall for me and I said thank you."
  • "I went to jail!"
  • "I spent 6 months at a correctional facility!"
  • "I stabbed a girl in the yard!"
  • "I think that guard you killed had a family!"
  • "look at that majestic ass mothafucka. like a dolphin or some shit. a dolphin with legs... and arms... and a jetpack."
  • "that's how they do it in Austrailia."
  • "20 bucks on jabber jaws."
  • "hey, man did you Tivo Glee last night?"
  • "I'm not allowed to watch Glee, my dad says it might turn me into something bad. A musical theater major."
  • "Neither one of them even died!"
  • "they won't let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles it's deemed 'inappropriate' and I 'have to leave'."
  • "I have to tumblr this!"
  • "a guy with emotional issues who swims away his problems? Lady, that's the whole team, you're gonna have to be more specific."
  • "I ship them! and them!"
  • "they hate each other, but they also fuck each other!"
  • "hey we try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you're doing is gonna have to stop."
  • "so do you wanna come back to my place, listen to some Dave Matthews and talk about my work out routine?"
  • "I wonder if that stuff I hid is still here? ...nah, cops probably took it."
  • "do you know? do you know for sure? Because I don't need another incident."
  • "If I get out of this chair I guarantee you'll end up in one with wheels."
  • "Ok. I'll admit, I'm a little threatened."
  • "'sup bitches!~"
  • "aren't you that guy who drowned a kid? and burned down that building?"
  • "get back to it before you learn a lesson in post-war, urban torture practices."
  • "Remember, snitches get stitches!"
  • "shut up you're high as balls!"
  • "you're just mad because mom and dad thought you were a girl for the first year of your life."
  • "right, son. and speaking of crushing disappointments-"
  • "coach tried to get me to vandalize a police station again."
  • "good thing I wore my Heelys."
  • "he's so hot but so crazy! which makes him even MORE hot!"
  • "Come on let me get those digits baby!"
  • "It should be illegal to be that fine!"
  • "oh just basic addition and subtraction. he was subtracting from my profits so I'm going to add a few extra holes in him."
  • "this doesn't seem like the time for polka-renditions of Ke$ha songs."
  • "I hate it when you leave but I love watching you go."
  • "Yeah I've seen him. He's in my scrapbook class. He cuts the eyes out of magazine photos."
  • "your arrest record is extensive... and amateur."
  • "I want that boy to be my bride!"
  • "Pilates will do that man, works your core."
  • "what are we waiting for? let's go bro! let's gbro!"
  • "wow you sure said that."
  • "WOOP! WOOP! hold it, I'm gonna have to pull you over for exceeding recommended hotness."
  • "One time we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don't even think their families cared, kinda sad, really."
  • "So, what you're saying is, if they disappeared, no one would notice?"
  • "well I've gotta go not talk to you anymore."
  • "I learned how to swim the old fashioned way. When I was five my dad took me out to a lake and tossed me right in the water."
  • "I'm so happy right now! --and it's not just cause I get to see you in a bunch of different swimsuits. Ok I lied, I'm sorry, that's mostly the reason."
  • "hey I know you! You helped me smuggle some stuff out of the country! How've you been kid?"

anonymous asked:

I know that you're mad, and I completely understand why, but maybe this is a good chance to evaluate how you view kylo? If it's so easy to swap them than maybe you need to really look at how you write him and see why. I'm sorry your writing was taken, I hope you learn something from it

Okay. You know what? No. No I won’t accept that. Swapping them in Sable Et Mer did NOT prove that Kylo and Finn are interchangeable. Because in the universe of Sable Et Mer Finn wouldn’t have responded in anywhere near the way Kylo did.

1. Finn isn’t nearly as vain as Kylo is. Finn would need a different reason for being where Kylo was when he saw the shipwreck.

2. Finn wouldn’t hesitate to intervene like Kylo did. Kylo’s like “cycle of life” but Finn? Finn wouldn’t be able to just let something be attacked in front of him

3. Because Finn would be closer due to him trying to help, Rey wouldn’t have been so close to drowning trapped in the ship. Finn would be more goal oriented going through the ship, and faster to break Rey out.

4. Finn wouldn’t for a second consider eating Rey the way Kylo does.

5. Finn wouldn’t want to dump her somewhere ALONE. Sure he doesn’t understand Sandlings but he knows he doesn’t like being alone, so it’s probably the same for her?

6. Rey wouldn’t be as hostile/scared of Finn for as long as she was at Kylo. Looking at Merlo is like looking at a great white shark. They’re beautiful, and incredible to see. But you’re damn grateful to be in a boat while it’s in the water- or glad to be separated by a shark cage. Finn is more like a pod animal. Like a dolphin? Everyone loves dolphins. You might not want to be in the water with it, but seeing it makes you happy.

7. Finn’s idea of gifts would probably be more practical than Kylo’s. Or he wouldn’t give gifts. If she’s with other humans he’d just want to check in her? Idk. I don’t fuckin

8. Finn would laugh in Bazine’s fucking face when she told him the deal “nah you creepy glow worm” or better yet he wouldn’t go to her at all.

9. What would Luke even say to him? No way Luke would treat Finn the same as Kylo. He wouldn’t be kinder that’s for sure

10. “Hey Rey want to take this deal” wouldn’t happen. Finn would probably never bring it up

Learn something from my ass fuck you

Swimming with the Dolphins

Pairing: Jason Todd x Aquarium!Reader

Word Count: 2883 (wow so many words)

Prompt: reader works at the Gotham Aquarium and meets Jason Todd after a dolphin show and hit it off.

Warnings: [mild] language, fluff and smol angst. Also, I don’t know a lot about dolphins, I’m not a marine biologist, so if you happen to know a lot about dolphins and find something wrong, then I apologize in advance, I just really like dolphins.

A/N holy nuggets this is long like I didn’t see this coming at all. I’ll be posting the first part to my Jason Todd AU Adventurer fic tomorrow! Let me know if you wanna be tagged :)

Originally posted by just-inji

Working as a dolphin trainer and caretaker at the Gotham Aquarium was probably the most fun job there was in that morbid city. With a degree in marine biology, it was perfect, especially since you did love dolphins. You were in charge of the incredibly popular dolphin show, “Dance of the Dolphins” and you really enjoyed letting people see all of the tricks and games you taught your aquatic friends. It didn’t even feel like a job. It felt like a dream.

However, one day, instead of the dolphins being in the spotlight, you were thrust into it accidentally.

When you arrived to work, you immediately went to the dolphin habitat to prepare for them for the show.

They immediately recognized you as you approached the pool where they stayed.

“Hi Flora! Hi Jasper!” You grinned and waved at them. They squeaked in response and you laughed. “Okay, where’s Marina and Thomas?” The other two dolphins didn’t pop up when you arrived. Flora and Marina were both found badly injured off the coast of the Florida Keys and were brought to Gotham after rehabilitation for a few years. Jasper, the most energetic, somehow swam all the way up to Gotham Harbor and was nearly run over by a fishing boat. Thomas was caught by a poacher in the Gulf of Mexico, which caught Bruce Wayne’s attention. Naturally, he paid the poacher and donated the dolphin to the aquarium. In his honor, you named the dolphin Thomas; after Mr. Wayne’s late father. You admired Mr. Wayne after his act of generosity. Sadly, you never had the opportunity to meet him since he always seemed to be busy and your timing was always off. Fortunately, he was going to be at the show that morning with his family, so you wanted to make sure he experienced the best possible show you could put on.

As if on cue, Marina and Thomas popped up and greeted you in unison.

“Okay! Everyone is here now,” You said as you took off your boots and sat down, “Guys…do you know what today is?”

You got multiple whistles at one time, so you calmed them down.

“Well you’re all right, but today is extra special because Bruce Wayne is going to be here! So, we have to do our best! That means rehearsals,” you told the dolphins as you began taking off your clothes and slipping on your wet-suit. Fortunately, no one was there to watch, so you were all clear. Then, you dove into the pool to begin the practice. All of the dolphins did the greeting you taught them when you dove into their pool. Except Thomas, who waited about 30 seconds before he came and greeted you.

“Hey, Tommy are you feeling okay?” you asked as you stroked his head and examined him to make sure he looked fine. He didn’t respond, he just blinked at you and looked around.

Hmm, I better keep an eye on you…

The show was starting in 10 minutes and you had grown incredibly concerned about Thomas. He had been “spaced out” and reacting late to all your directions. Near the end of the practice, he started to follow the routine, but you still didn’t want to push him and decided it would be best to let him rest and call the doctor to check up on him.

“Mr. Taylor! Mr. Taylor I think Thomas should sit this one out, he’s been out of it since I got here this morning. We should call the doctor. We can go on with Marina, Jasper and Flora.” You said as you ran to keep up with your boss, who was taking humongous strides around backstage.

“Y/N, we don’t have time to call the doctor to check up on Thomas, Mr. Wayne is sitting out there right now, expecting a show and if Thomas is not there he will be very disappointed and I can’t have that for this aquarium. The show must go on. Do what you have to do but don’t let me down,” Mr. Taylor said and turned on his heels away from you. You huffed and thought about what you were going to do when you heard a strangled cry from the dolphin pool. You turned around and saw that your co-workers were struggling to get Thomas ready to go into the show pool. He let out a string of distressed whistles, indicating he wanted to be left alone.

“Guys! Guys! Let me talk to him,” You walked over to him and squatted down near the edge of the pool.

“Hey buddy, I’m gonna need you to cooperate, okay? We have a big today. I need you to do this one show and then you’re done for today. We’ll take you to Dr. Shepard.” You stroked the top Thomas’ beak. He nodded and you helped your co-workers usher him into the show pool with his siblings.

5 minutes. You anxiously walked up the steps and peeked out the curtains. You spotted Mr. Taylor conversing with Bruce Wayne, and your anxiety level shot up 6 notches. You looked at the people next to him, all boys. One in particular caught your eye; he was looking at his phone in the midst of the chaos around him. You could only assume that the boys on his left and right were his brothers, but you couldn’t be too sure. He had pitch black hair, but a white tuft peeked out from the front. When he looked up, you gasped quietly. He was pretty darn cute, and before you knew it, your stare was met with his own. A small smile played on his lips as his aquamarine eyes looked into yours. Before it could get anymore awkward, you closed the curtain in front of you and mentally prepared yourself. Now that you knew a cute boy would be watching you as well, your anxiety went up another two notches.

30 seconds. You smoothed out your wet-suit for the show, a short-sleeve full-body bathing suit decorated by the aqua blue and black theme colors of the aquarium. You quickly threw your hair into a ponytail, and suddenly, the curtain opened and the spotlight shone down on you.

The crowd cheered as you gave a smile and waved at them. You got the microphone from a co-worker and began speaking.

“Hello Gotham!” You said enthusiastically.

“Hi!” They greeted back.

“My name is [F/N] [L/N], I would like to start off the show by saying thank you all for coming here today to watch our friends, Flora, Jasper, Marina and Thomas! A special thank you to Mister Bruce Wayne for making an appearance to support the ‘Save the Dolphins!’ awareness campaign that the Gotham Aquarium is proud to be a contributor toward. Without further ado, welcome to Dance of the Dolphins!” You said and gave the microphone back to the coworker. Then you sat down on the ledge of pool, joining your friends and beginning the show. The first song began and you blew your whistle a certain number of times to indicate the start of the routine. Everything was running smoothly.

Flora and Jasper did flips and sprayed the audience while Marina and Thomas let you ride them around the pool. It wasn’t until Thomas was supposed to do his solo routine that things started going south.

You blew the whistle combination and waited for Thomas to execute it but he instead began swimming around in circles and letting out disgruntled whistles. You took off your whistle and dove back into the pool, swimming towards Thomas to try and calm him down, but he swam away from you and towards the other end of the pool.

Suddenly he swam and leapt high into the air and the next thing you knew, his beak crashed into you as he dove back into the water, taking you down with him.

You couldn’t hear anything as you sunk to the bottom of the pool. But the audience had fallen silent, and the music abruptly stopped. Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian all stood up to see if they could find you, when you suddenly popped up from the water. You took a deep breath as the audience, especially Jason, sighed in relief.

“CALL DR. SHEPARD! STOP THE SHOW!” you shouted to one of your coworkers. You managed to free yourself from Thomas’ beak but the impact was so hard that he passed out and now you were struggling to keep him afloat at the surface.

Marina, Flora and Jasper swam over and started helping you keep Thomas up. You knew dolphins were smart, but you didn’t know they were that smart. You led the dolphins to the ledge of the pool where many of your marine biologists co-workers were waiting with a dolphin gurney to take Thomas to a special place to see the aquarium’s dolphin specialist and doctor. You had gotten out of the water as well and a warm towel was brought to you so you could dry off and relax.

“Y/N, do we need to call paramedics for you? It looked like you took a hard hit to your shoulder.” a friend of yours asked.

“I’m fine, it’s just sore,” You told her.

“Let me look at it,” your friend sat down next to you. You took off your towel and your friend gasped; you had begun to bleed in your wet suit and your shoulder portion was crimson red.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re bleeding! Call the paramedics!” your friend called out.

“No wonder why I’ve been feeling lightheaded,” You slurred and then everything was black.

When you woke up, you found you were still at the aquarium, and your shoulder was all patched up.

She didn’t fracture or break anything, thank God, but she did earn a large gash which we just cleaned up, but she should be okay,” You heard someone say. Possibly the doctor. You weren’t sure. You still felt groggy. “She did lose a lot of blood though, so I suggest she doesn’t come to work for at least 2 weeks.

Two weeks?! Y/N can’t be out for 2 weeks! She’s our alpha! Our ringmaster! She leads the show!” Mr. Taylor exclaimed.

I think 2 weeks without Y/N will be just fine Mr. Taylor.” Another voice chimed in. Mr. Wayne.

She oughta sue you for this,” one more voice chimed in.

Jason…” Mr. Wayne’s voice warned. 

It’s true! According to a worker, Y/N knew that Thomas was having trouble and told Taylor about it but he insisted that the show continue. You knew that something was wrong and you put her in the line of danger and that is despicable,” Jason told them.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Jason has a point. No mean to be disrespectful, Mr. Taylor, but you did know about Thomas and still wanted the show to go on. It sort of is your fault,another voice said.

Full offense but you’re the reason she’s hurt and I hope she sues,” a higher pitched voice said.

Guys, calm down, it’s up to Y/N what she does. For now, just let her rest,” one more voice added.

Too late, she’s awake…I think…” a boy leaned over you. Your vision was blurry, but you could faintly make out dark hair and blue eyes.

“I’m alive,” you slurred. You tried to prop yourself up but the doctor stopped you.

“Just lie down, Y/N,” he said to you.

“As much as I appreciate the accusations towards me, I have to deal with this fiasco of a show. Thank you still for making an appearance, Mr. Wayne and company,” Mr. Taylor said with slight sarcasm.

“You’re not welcome,” the youngest boy said.

“Alright guys give her some space,” someone had said.

“Boys, go sit down, I’m gonna have a chat with Miss Y/N.” Bruce said. You suddenly felt yourself getting propped up and then you were face to face with him. Bruce Wayne.

“H-hi,” you tried to wave but your arm was sore.

“First, I’d like to say I’m sorry for this. I understand that you really wanted to impress me and put a lot of hard work into this show. Don’t worry about it. I’m just a guy. Do your work for you,” Bruce reassured you.

“It’s okay. I just wanted to repay you for saving Thomas and letting him come here. He’s an amazing friend. I’m just worried that he’s hurt,” you told Bruce. A small smile appeared, feeling honored that something he did made you happy.

“I think he’ll be okay,” Bruce patted your knee.

I hope so.

After talking to Bruce for a few more minutes, the green eyed boy came back, a serious look on his well defined features.

“Jason. Can I help you?” Bruce asked. So that was his name. Jason.

“I just want to talk to her,” Jason grumbled. Your face burned as he looked to the ground. Bruce understood and got up.

“Okay, I’ll be outside,” Bruce said and left you and Jason alone. He turned to you and stuck his hands in his jacket pockets. It wasn’t until then that you noticed how tall and broad he was. You were short, well you thought you were short, but you were actually average, but compared to him…you felt like an a chihuahua.

“Hi. I’m Jason,” he greeted you. You gave him smile.

“I know.” You responded. He gave you a confused look and then you realized how weird that sounded.

“I mean Mr. Wayne referred to you as ‘Jason’ a few seconds ago, so….” you began blushing.

“Oh right. Well your name is…?” Jason asked.

“Y/N. [Y/N] [L/N].” You told him.

“Nice. So, you train dolphins,” he looked around.

“Yeah. I do,” you responded. Small talk. You hated it.

“Sorry, I can’t hold this in: you should sue your boss. I mean you told him about Thomas and then you got hurt. That’s stupid,” Jason blurted out.

“I mean, yeah but he’s just the aquarium manager he studied business, not marine biology. I can’t blame him for not knowing exactly what I meant.” you tried to defend your boss even though you were angry with him.

“It doesn’t matter he should pay the consequences for his actions. You’re hurt. You can’t train dolphins for 2 weeks. That’s his fault,” Jason made a point. You sighed, knowing he was right.

“I mean I guess you’re right. But I don’t have a lawyer–” you started.

“You can use one of Bruce’s I’m sure he’ll be okay with it,” Jason sat down next to you. You saw a twinkle in his eyes, he was excited that you agreed with him.

“Really? No that’s too much. You’ve already done enough for me,” you shook your head.

“Seriously.” Jason looked straight into your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pulled into a thin line. He was serious.

“Okay, thank you,” you gave him a small smile.

“Good. Guys like him don’t deserve to get away with hurting people,” Jason looked at the ceiling. You wondered what he meant. Maybe someone killed his parents or a loved one like what happened to Bruce. “I guess now would be a bad time to tell you that Bruce payed the hospital bill.”

You sighed in defeat, “If I had known I wouldn’t have agreed to using your lawyers.”

“That was the point,” Jason smirked at you.

“Oh shut up,” you sheepishly grinned.

There are those pearly white you flashed earlier,” he raised an eyebrow at you. “You should smile more often, it looks good on you.”

Your face heated up at his compliment. He was flirting with you, but you weren’t sure to respond.

“Well if you want to see it more often you should try asking me out,” you quickly said. Then you covered mouth and mentally cringed. Talk about having no filter.

Jason raised both eyebrows, then decided to take the challenge.

“Okay. Y/N, can I take you out?” Jason asked as he stood up and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Um, yeah. In two weeks,” you smiled. He let out a low chuckle and you giggled.

“Two weeks. It’s a date,” he told you.

“Sounds great,” you said.

“Well, I better get going. Feel better. And if you need some company, just give me a call. I’ll be around,” he turned around and walked toward the curtain.

“Wait but you didn’t give me your number,” you called out. He stopped and turned to face you with that smirk on his lips.

“Check your jacket pocket,” he said and then went through the curtains, leaving you alone on the makeshift hospital bed backstage.

When you were ready to go, you checked your jacket pockets and sure enough, a piece of paper was tucked away in your left pocket.

Jason’s name was scrawled out in pen along with his phone number written messily. You laughed as you got your stuff from your locker and joined your friend outside. She was supposed to assist you home, make sure you didn’t hurt yourself along the way.

You couldn’t stop thinking about his charming smile and mischievous eyes.

On your way home, you silently thanked Thomas for bringing you and Jason together.



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Lost at Sea


Lucy, you’re gonna be so mad when we’re back, but maybe knowing I’m keeping this daily just for you will make it all better.

Alex was right, I’m actually a natural sailor. Luke’s already ate shit on the deck twice, his face is all banged up because he doesn’t have his sea legs. Better than poor Jake already though. He’s been barfing below deck this whole time. Fucking gross.

But oh man, once the heat dies down at home, we’ll be back, and we’re gonna be so rich. It’ll all be worth it babe. All worth it.

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golden bloom

genre: fluff, songfic (nct dream - walk you home)
word count: 1k+
audio: here (HAHAHAH but that’s the only thing i’ve been listening to)
a/n: this is a one-shot so i apologise if it isn’t good. walk you home is such a great song tears. if you read this (and what’s below) thank you! i really appreciate it

Originally posted by mayfifolle

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