-His moms would play Ella Fitzgerald all the time when he was a kid, so he grew up loving jazz
-He likes to sing in the shower but he’s a little nervous sharing his singing with others
-The first time he sings for Lance and Pidge they ask why he didn’t go pro
-They drag him to a local karaoke bar and eventually get him to sing
-Of course everyone loves him
-Now he sings on weekends and Pidge and Lance go to see him as often as they can

lilysflowershop  asked:

Hello darling~! Your blog is so wonderful and thanks again for that shout out. <3 So I was wondering, for those requests, could I have a gif imagine of Kisame finding out his s/o is pregnant with his child? I hope that will be okay and it's specific enough. If you can't do it (I know finding gifs can be hard), it's totally fine! But you know how much I love Kisame and after your earlier request, I'm craving this~ Mwuah, thanks sugar~!

Hello, Ama-san! Thank you so much for requesting this!! You’re doing us both a huge favour, haha! This man needs all the love, and we’ll work together to give him some :P

That is, in fact, exactly the format which I need requests to be, so thank you for that :) I really hope you enjoy this, dearie!

(If you should find any typos or grammar mistakes, please let me know! English isn’t my first language, and I am actually looking for a beta reader! Anyone interested?)

Kisame finding out his s/o is pregnant with his child.

Gif Credit.

Kisame knows something is eating at her, and he’s known it for several days now. At first, he thought she was just having a bit of a hard time, but after days her avoiding him, he knows it’s more than this.

He knows her well - they have been together for a while after all. But this behaviour is new to him. She seems so nervous around him, but as soon as she thinks he’s out of reach, he can hear her humming to herself.

And it worries him. In his mind, he’s going through everything he might have done wrong. Had he upset her, somehow? Insulted her? Was she giving him the cold shoulder, or hiding something from him?

Her honesty was one of his favourite traits on her, so why was she being so secretive?

He endures the changes for a week. But when he wakes up late at night again because she’s not sleeping beside him, he decides he needs to know what’s going on..

What is she hiding? And why?

The questions don’t leave his mind, so this time he doesn’t go back to sleep right away, and instead climbs out of bed and heads out to find his girlfriend. And when he finds her, he can’t help but laugh. Really, he laughs out loud, and startles her so much that she drops the ramen she’s made for herself.

“Food cravings? Really? That’s what you’re avoiding me for?”

“I’m not avoiding you!” she claims, way too quickly. Kisame can see how shocked she is to see him. Obviously, there has to be more to it then her craving ramen in the middle of the night.

“Ah, but you are.” he says and kneels down in front of her, beginning to clean up the mess she’s created. After a few seconds, she kneels down as well, and together they quietly clean up. And for the first time in years, there’s an awkward silence between them.

Once the ground is clean again, they both stand, and Kisame gazes down at his beloved. Fear fills him, but he tries to ignore it.

“Hey,” he calls softly, “Are we alright? Is it something I did?”

She looks up at him, and he can see the uncertainty in her eyes. He takes her hand, and pulls her a little closer.

They’re quiet for another moment, before she slowly begins to smile.

“Actually… It kind of is. It’s all your fault.”

Kisame frowns, the smile on her face throwing him off. Was that really something to smile about? What had he done?!

His girlfriend bites her lip, obviously trying not to grin too much, and says, “I mean, you’re in charge of buying condoms, aren’t you?”


Then, he takes a deep breath, staring at her without moving so much as a muscle.


Now she giggles, this heavenly sound that always puts him at ease filling his head. But he’s still too shocked, too confused to react.

“Kisame, gosh…” she begins, her smile looking a little embarressed, shy. “I didn’t want to tell you like this, really. But… I’m pregnant.”

“Pregnant.” he repeats, still dumbfounded, “We’re having…?”

“A baby, yes. I didn’t know how to tell you. I am sorry if I wor-”

She’s cut off by him pulling her close. He holds her gently, and she sighs softly, burying her face in his chest. She can’t see his expression, but she can hear his heart racing, and the way his arms stroke over her back tells her that she was worried over nothing. He is happy. She can feel it. Why was she so scared of his reaction? Her thoughts are cut short when she hears him speak.

“Thank you… so much.”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.