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Ocean and Fire

Originally posted by jasonmomoadaily

Arthur Curry x Reader

Request: An Aquaman imagine.

Summary: Reader and Arthur spend the day at the beach, then later both join the League.

Word Count: 1440


Her hair floated around her as she looked up to the clear blue sky, birds occasionally flying across her vision. She could hear the waves crashing onto the beach, and the creatures that were done below. Y/N was at peace, this was the life to her, floating on top of the water with her arms stretched out. All she needed now was Arthur, he was busy dealing with things in Atlantis and you with things on shore, you had just finished your business a little over an hour ago but it seems he has yet to finish.

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I Will Always Find Home

Cassian Andor/ Reader

Words: 657

Summary: You have no other choice but to jump off to save your life. In that moment, you’re not sure what the outcome will be.

Request: “I can’t risk losing you! For a cassian andor x reader.”

Tagging: @kwaiky, @attentionseekingprincess, @ly–canthrope

Author’s notes: I had inspiration strike at around 2 AM. My favorite couple is back! Fluff and angst! Gosh, I love them.


Stormtroopers were on your trail ever since you got separated from Cassian. Your blaster has only so much ammo to take on a few, let alone a dozen. You try your best to keep shooting, dodging and weaving their blasts as you escape from their grip. You are doing just fine until you realize that the path you are on has an awful dead end: a long plummet down to the ominous sea. You hyperventilate as you look behind then back at the sea. The sound of oncoming stormtroopers marching your way cuts your decision time to less than a few seconds. There is no other option but to jump, you tell yourself. You close your eyes as you take a giant leap off the ledge.

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What Could Have Been

This is a bit of 6x01 rewrite, specifically the Olicity scenes.

I wrote this to try to work out my issues with Olicity in episode 6x01. I know some people enjoyed the show as is, this may not be for them. But I struggled with the interaction between Olicity after they become closer between 5x20-5x23 and they had returned from the island 5 months ago…why are they so uncomfortable and distant? Just my thoughts. This was not written to create a debate, I just wanted to write what I wish I had seen. Also I don’t know who pointed out that they thought Oliver’s new place was in the same building as Felicity’s loft but I agree and included that, so thank you.

No beta, mistakes are mine. Also available on AO3.



Flashback to 5 months ago shortly after the explosions on Lian Yu


Oliver looked over at Slade from where he stood next to Thea’s lifeless body. “Slade, stay with my sister! I radioed a distress call from the boat calling for emergency personnel. I suggested they contact Lyla Michaels for help. I have to go find the others. If they come make sure my sister is on the first plane out.”


Slade nodded stoically and Oliver took off in the direction of the abandoned plane as that was the last location he had for Felicity.


As he got closer he began yelling. “Rene! John! Curtis! FELICITY!!!” Slade had told him Quentin and Dinah were okay and that was a relieved.


All he saw was debris burning, he began to cough due to the smoke. They had to be here. They just had to. “John!!!”

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Seeing Is Believing (Pt. 10)

A/N: Small update on requests! They should all be done within the next two weeks (assuming I don’t get writers block)!

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Um, sexy angelic almost-sex on the beach?

Word Count: 1.6k

Seeing is Believing MASTERLIST

Originally posted by castielappreciation

“We have all night, where else would you like to go?” He asked while you looked around the house.

“I-I don’t know.” you thought about things you’d like to see Places you’d like to go. You’ve never been able to travel, and you were starting to realize that you could now go anywhere.

You looked up at Castiel and smiled, “The ocean.”

You reached out and took Castiel’s hand in yours. You spread your wings with ease this time; and in a millisecond, you were both gone.

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The night sky above the ocean was beautiful. The stars flickered in the sky, the way that the water reflected the moonlight was captivating. You’d taken your shoes off so that you could walk along the shoreline. But you couldn’t walk. You just stood there in amazement. The ocean was something that you’d never seen before.

You let the small waves roll off of your barefeet as you sat down, not caring if you got wet. You wondered if anyone would notice if you stayed there forever. You felt Castiel sit down behind you. You glanced back at him as you allowed his arms to lace around you from behind. He pulled you into him while you stared back up at the magnificent view in front of you. One of your arms rested on Castiel’s leg beside you while the other absentmindedly traced his hand where he was holding you.

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Originally posted by friendzoned-by-avengers

Originally posted by justtheunicorn

It was almost the day and as always you were an impatient ball of nerves. Only once a year you got to be with the man of your dreams and waiting for it to finally come so that you could truly be with him was agonizing. The ocean, even with its incredible vastness, felt so empty without your Bucky. 

A smile crossed your lips as you thought back to that day, when a handsome man had fallen out of his boat and got caught up in the waves and how you had saved him. You remembered how everyday he had come back to look for you until you finally gave in and revealed yourself to him. All the talks, the visits, the moonlit swims, accumulated into a romance that you had never had before and love that both of you could not let go of.

A few more hours and you would be in his arms.

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Bucky sat on the beach, continuously checking his watch and looking out into the surf. His heart was dancing in his chest as the minutes seemed to tick by slowly until he could be with you. The sky was still dark and though he couldn’t see you, he knew you were close. 

Sitting in the warm sand his mind wandered back to the first time he kissed you, in the middle of the calm waters under the bright moon. It was like something out of a story and felt just like a fairy tale. You were everything he ever wanted and he would wait forever just to be with you once. 

Suddenly, his watch let out the familiar beep as it signaled it was finally time. His legs couldn’t carry him fast enough to the edge of the shoreline as you walked out and into his arms. He always felt like he became more whole on this day because his heart was finally back with him.

Bechloe Week 2017- Coincidence (day 1)

           Beca absolutely hated the beach. Her skin tone and the sun were not compatible, but she somehow let her best friends convince her to take the five-hour drive from Atlanta down to Myrtle Beach with them for a week long vacation. So while Jesse played beach volleyball or did some other beachy activity and Stacie flirted with every lifeguard she could get her hands on, Beca walked the shoreline all by herself with a cheap plastic beach bucket, shovel, and sifter she got from one of those surf shops on the boardwalk.

           On her first day at the beach she encountered a man in his forties and two kids digging in the sand looking for shark teeth. When the man saw she seemed interested, he approached her and showed her all the ones they’ve collected as well as his methods for doing so. Beca thought sharks were badass and was immediately intrigued. So that night when they went to the boardwalk for dinner and to shop, Beca insisted on buying the bucket, shovel, and sifter that the gentleman suggested. She earned some looks from Jesse and Stacie, but they figured if Beca was doing something other than complaining about being at the beach than they should be grateful.

           She had been searching the past three days for shark teeth, but has come up practically empty aside from the three little ones she found her first day of trying. She secretly blames that man and his family for snatching them all up so she decided to venture a little further down the shoreline to see if she would have any more luck. By some miracle she was picking up little shark teeth left and right. She figured out the closer she was to the large pier, the more she was finding. She had been finding some decent sized shark teeth, but her goal was to find a big one. Like the ones you find on necklaces in surf shops surrounded by beads and shells.

           She squatted right where the sand met the water, cringing whenever a tiny wave would cause the water to splash against her butt. She pushed her bucket into the sand, to keep it from getting knocked over by a strong breeze or a wave, and pulled out her shovel and sifter. She let the water run over them briefly to clean them off and then looked at the sand around her to try and figure out where she wanted to start. She softly ran her fingertips over the surface of the sand before settling on a spot. She dug the shovel in and her eyes lit up on excitement when she saw something ‘big shark tooth size’ in part of the wet clump she scooped up. She plopped it onto her sifter and held it carefully just below the surface of the water to wash the sand away. She excitedly waited for what she thought was a shark tooth to be revealed, but instead a silver ring came into view. Beca immediately picked it up to look at it. It was a sort of thick silver band with a random design on the outside and the words ‘Be good’ engraved on the inside. Beca frowned and looked around the area as if she was going to be able to find the person who lost the ring right then and there. In reality, she knew that she would probably never find the owner of that ring. She sighed and tucked it into the pocket of her jean shorts and continued on her search for her shark teeth.


        When the three of them reconvened back at the little apartment they were renting for the trip, Beca had completely forgotten to talk to them about the ring. She was so focused on showing off all the teeth she found, as well as showering to wash away the sand and sunscreen from her body. It wasn’t until she was halfway through her cheeseburger that she remembered it.

“You guys need to see what I found at the beach.” She said with her mouth full of food. She pulled the ring from her pocket and held it out for Jesse and Stacie. Stacie immediately grabbed it from her Beca and looked it over.

“It’s nice. You should sell it.”

“What?!” Beca practically screeched as she snatched the ring back and shoved it into her pocket. “Dude, no. This is someone’s ring. It probably means something to them. What if I find them or something? I’m not going to sell it.”

“Okay, weirdo. What are you gonna do with it then? Wear it?”

“No, of course not!”


           Okay, so she started wearing the ring. When they returned from their vacation, Beca felt bad that the ring was just sitting on top of her dresser doing nothing except for collecting dust. She ended up taking a pendant off of a necklace that she never wore and slipped the ring on to the now empty chain and then clipped it around her neck. She thought it was weird that she was wearing a stranger’s ring on her neck, but she thought it was even weirder that she was oddly comforted by it. She would fiddle with it while she would work on her mixes and when she was feeling anxious she would run her thumbnail over the design on the outside of the ring to calm her down. After two months of having it around her neck, Beca completely forgot it was a complete stranger’s ring.


           Beca was sitting in her usual coffee shop for not even ten minutes when a redhead two tables down started staring at her. Like intensely staring at her. Beca shot her an awkward smile before looking down at her laptop and continuing to work on one of her mixes. She started fiddling with the ring again because this girl was really making her nervous. Every time Beca would take a chance and glance up at the girl she would either find the redhead staring at her or she would find her AND her blonde friend staring Beca down.

           When Beca went to take another glimpse at the girl she found that she was no longer at the table and it was blonde girl sitting by herself. The brunette nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw the redhead standing patiently in front of her. She practically ripped the headphones off her ears and gave the girl another awkward smile.

“Um…hi?” Beca said as she rubbed her now sweaty palms against her jeans.

“Hi! I’m Chloe.” The redhead stuck her hand out for a handshake and Beca wiped her palm once more before shaking her hand.

“Beca. Can I help you with something?” Chloe nodded and took the empty seat across from Beca.

“Actually, you can. This is going to sound so weird, but can I ask you about the ring on your necklace?” Beca instinctively clutched on to the piece of jewelry.

“It’s not actually my ring. I –uh found it.” Chloe perked up a little at that piece of information.

“You didn’t happen to find it at Myrtle Beach did you? It looks so much like the ring my grandmother gave me before she died. I lost while I was on vacation a few months back. Gosh, I know this is probably a long shot. I just love that ring so much an-“

“What does it say on the inside? Your ring?” This girl was rambling like crazy. Beca didn’t really mean to interrupt her, but she was eager to figure out if this ring actually belonged to this girl or not.

“It says ‘be good’ on the inside.” Chloe said hopefully. Beca smiled at Chloe before reaching behind her neck to unclip the necklace. She slid the ring off of the chain and handed the ring to Chloe. The redhead immediately slipped it on to the ring finger of her right hand. Once the ring was securely on her finger, Chloe lunged at Beca and pulled her in for a tight embrace. “Thank you so much.” Chloe whispered into her ear and squeezed her tighter. Beca wrapped her arms around the girl as well and awkwardly patted her back.

“It was no problem, really.” Chloe finally pulled away from the hugged and wiped away a few stray tears from her cheeks. “I found it while looking for shark teeth. I thought it was a big tooth, but alas it was not.” She said awkwardly, internally cursing at herself for saying the word ‘alas’.  Chloe let out this angelic giggle and Beca was couldn’t be happier about the fact that she found that ring.

“Let me repay you for taking care of my ring. Can I take you to dinner or something?”

“Oh, n-no. You don’t have to do that, really.” From the corner of her eye Beca caught Chloe’s blonde friend rolling her eyes. She wasn’t sure who it was directed at, but she’s pretty sure it was aimed at her.

“Okayyyy, well how about I take you to dinner for the sake of getting to know you more? Maybe even call it a date?” Chloe shot Beca a heart-stopping smile and how the hell was Beca going to say no to that?

“Yeah, okay. Let’s do that. Do you want to see my shark teeth, too?” Beca’s eyes widened slightly. She was nervous. Like really nervous. Such a beautiful girl had never asked her out before and she was suffering from freaking word vomit now. “I mean-uh.”

“You’re so cute, Beca.” Chloe was trying to suppress a giggle when she said that, but Beca would still take the compliment. “But I would love to see your shark teeth. Can I type my number in?” Chloe gestured to Beca’s phone sitting on the table and the brunette unlocked it before handing it over to Chloe. She tapped away for not even a minute before she handed Beca’s phone back with a smile. “I texted myself off your phone so I have your number. I would totally be up for going now, but I promised my friend I’d spend the day with her. I’ll text you tonight and we can set up the date?”

“Yeah, absolutely.”

“Awes! Thank you again for finding my ring. I’m looking forward to our date.“ Beca just smiled and watched Chloe exit the coffee shop with her friend. Beca couldn’t wipe the smile off her face no matter how hard she tried.

The General’s Attention (George Washington x Male!Reader)

Request:

Anonymous said: Yo, its the Wash X Male!reader anon XD Could you maybe of your comfortable write smut for Wash and reader? Like maybe Wash had thought Reader had died and when Reader returns Wash takes his time making love to him?

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Aye, always up for washingdad! But pls be gentle with me, dis my first smut (kinda)

TW: smut, badly written cannon-era, probs historically innacurate (i apologize to every American ever)

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The Salt Sea Witch

The salt sea witch is not stunningly beautiful, nor is she a warped old crone. She is rather short for a witch, with a sun kissed face, and hair that seems to have more waves than the ocean. She has lived in the house atop the cliff for as long as anyone can remember. Her little cottage surrounded by ice-plants and wild flowers has a porch that wraps all the way around. She can be seen in the mornings, sitting there in her rocking chair smoking a pipe, or else watering her plants or walking through the pines behind her house. Day or night she may be found walking the shoreline, collecting shells and kelp, sea cucumber and sand dollars which are all useful ingredients in her sunburn salve. Some believe that she was borne of the ocean, like Aphrodite, sculpted from the sea foam. She has sea salt in her veins and an affinity for the waves, her moods predict the ebb and flow of the tides. For that reason, the local fishermen visit her porch upon the cliff side before they depart, leaving her gifts of glittering coins, smoothest sea glass, mirror shards, and opals, the sea witch loves all things smooth and shiny. She takes their gifts down through the sea caves connecting the house to her grotto, where she lines the walls with their presents. It is here, in the grotto’s pool that she summons the sea spirits that she casts off with the fishermen to ensure their safe journey and bountiful catches. On rare evenings, under the light of the fullest moon she can be seen swimming out at sea, her thick thighs working hard to propel her through the surf. On full moon nights, she is free to meet with the selkies and merfolk, with whom she conducts commerce, the trading of land goods for deep sea commodities that she uses in her potions and spells. She has a special cupboard in her grotto where she stores her deep-sea stocks of photosynthetic plants, giant spider crab legs, lion fish quills and Atlantic wolffish spines.

Watering Hole (WenDip NSFW) (WIP?)

After reading the amazing story Infinitesimal Infinite by @ticknart, I had the urge to write some wendip. Total garbage, little over 4k words, nowhere near the emotional intensity of @ticknart ’s contribution, but here it is.

Watering Hole

Wendy/Dipper NSFW.

The side trail Dipper and Wendy had taken - overgrown to the point of being barely recognizable as a path - soon widened out to a patch of scrubgrass, and then to a gentle slope of sandy beach.  The pond was just big enough for the wind to whip up inch-high waves, which lazily lapped roots of trees which zigzagged into the water.

Wendy grinned and stretched out her hands, as if offering the scene itself to Dipper.

“Pretty cool, huh?” she said.

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Shifted - Part 1, Chapter 1

As mentioned yesterday, every Tuesday I’ll be posting a chapter from my brand new AU story. The premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

And so here we go:


Part 1 - The Beginning

Chapter 1

Lallybroch, October 1746

At first it came in waves – like the tiny laps she’d felt against her ankles when walking sandy shorelines as a child. It seemed completely manageable, and she truly wondered what all the fuss was about.

But as the hours continued to pass, and the long shadows of the afternoon gradually slipped into darkness, the waves subsided – replaced by a constant thudding pull that did not relent, did not yield for even the slightest moment.

Pain sharpened her senses. Claire shivered as a tendril of cold October air licked her bare shoulder. Doubling up against the cold, and overcome with the sudden scent of her own exertions, she opened her mouth, gasping for fresh breath.

Her head turned so that only one ear faced the room, straining to make out the words murmured at the foot of the bed –

“…been eight hours now wi’ barely a change. We need to do something afore she canna help us to do it.”

“Aye, I know, but I’ve seen this go on for up to a day and even more. We need to let this run its course.”

An audible sigh. “Ah weel. I don’t disagree with ye. But we need to get her to eat, or to drink something. She canna go for much longer as it is.”

“Stop,” Claire rasped. “Stop talking about me as if I’m not here.” She opened her eyes and blearily focused on the shorter figure at the foot of the bed. “I’m a physician. I can diagnose my own problems.”

“Oh, aye.” Jenny approached Claire, skeptically surveying her bare, twisted, sweat-soaked limbs. “If ye take nothing else away from this experience, sister, I hope it’s the fact that when it comes to bringing bairns into this world, everything ye thought ye knew about your own body proves to be false.”

“Is this you trying to cheer me up? You know I couldn’t keep anything down a few hours ago. Why should anything have changed by now?” Claire swallowed against the dryness tugging at the back of her throat.

Jenny smirked – but Claire saw concern etched in the creases of her eyes.

“A few hours? May as well be a lifetime ago, Claire. Your body has been working non-stop. Ye need to eat something, or at least try for water. To keep the blood flowing.”

“I won’t. I don’t want it to come back up again. Just the thought of it makes me sick.”

“I swear, you’re as stubborn as my pig-heided brother. God knows how much longer this will last, Claire – you need to be able to see this through to the end.”

“No.”

“Yes.” This time Jenny braced her hand on the headboard and leaned over Claire, trying her level best to establish eye contact.

Claire shut her eyes, overcome by a fresh wave. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, body tensed. She pushed back against the arm wrapped around her middle, her only anchor as sensation overpowered her.

“For God’s sake, Claire,” Jamie murmured in her ear, face obscured by the riotous mess of curls he normally loved to sink his fingers into. “For once in your life, woman, do as you’re told. Eat something.”

The sheer terror in Jamie’s voice forced her focus away from pure sensation and toward the immediacy of the moment – and the man wedged between her back and the headboard.

“All right.” Sighing, she laid her right hand over Jamie’s at her middle, threading their fingers together and running her thumb over his own. She had meant it as reassurance, but he just gripped her even tighter. “What do you suggest, then?”

Sunkissed-Wonwoo

Jealous Wonwoo

Genre: Fluff

Nothing feels better than being able to relax on a beautiful day. Especially, when this beautiful day included, feeling the warm sun against your skin, a cool breeze passes through the air and ocean waves slowly crashing to the shore.

Not to forget your boyfriend, Wonwoo, to spend the day laughing to your heart’s content with. “Put me down, put me down!” Your voice was slowly being drowned out by your giggling. You had just arrived at the beach house that you’d be staying over the summer. It was a cozy little place, located right beside the beautiful beach.

Wonwoo was so excited to finally spend so quality alone time with you. So excited, that he thought that it would be a great idea to spin you around until you were dizzy. “Fine, I’ll let you,” he placed you back down, with his hands situated on your hips gently holding you. Smiling at him you lifted your hand up to gently rub your thumb across his cheek. A smile immediately finding its way across his face. 

“Thank you,” you gave him a small peck on the cheek and you watched as his cheeks heated up. Then, you brought your lips right in front of his, Wonwoo slowly leaning in. Only to quickly pull out of his embrace and make your way across the room to your bag.

“Awe, don’t tease me like that,” groaned a clearly flustered Wonwoo who had just been short of a kiss.

Lightly laughing to yourself, you pulled out your swimsuit. “How about we go to the beach?” You suggested, changing the subject.

“It is really nice outside and I wouldn’t mind being able to get you back for tricking me,” he teased, making his way over to you to hug you from behind.

“Yeah; not a chance. Just wait a second let me get changed.” Pulling out of his hold, leaving behind a shocked Wonwoo you slipped into the washroom to change.

When you can out you saw Wonwoo in swim trunks and a t-shirt, with towels and everything ready to go.

You were wearing a swim cover and you quickly slipped out of the washroom, heading in his direction.

“Ready to go?” you asked him. He lifted his head from his phone and gave you a nod. 


Once you reached the beach you placed your things down underneath an umbrella that you set up and in folded your beach chair.

You quickly took off your swim cover, ready to hop in the water. But, before you could get far enough you felt two arms lifting you from the ground.

“Did I mention that you look absolutely beautiful today,” Wonwoo added sincerely. 

“Thank you. You don’t look to bad yours-.” You were cut off and shrieked in surprise as you felt yourself being thrown in the water. “Didn’t think I wasn’t going to get you back, did you?” The grin on Wonwoo’s face was undeniably bright. Obviously pleased with himself.

“Jeon…Wonwoo!” You shouted from your place in the cool ocean water. You look up at him with fire in your eyes and a new goal. A goal to get back at Wonwoo for this. 

Seeing how your eyes changed had seemed to be Wonwoo’s cue to start splashing you with as much water as possible. “You can try all you want but I’m going to get you. Just watch me,” you chased after your boyfriend eagerly and as fast as you could, which was not very quick in water.

Before you knew it you were both breaking out into a fit of laughter and enjoying yourselves.

“I’m so tired from all the running I did,” you complained to Wonwoo once you were back at your beach chair, gripping your side and let your chest rise and fall as you let out a deep sigh. You allowed your body to relax against the chair, letting your back press firmly against it in comfort.

“Well you have to admit, it was pretty funny watching you try to catch me.” Wonwoo began to burst into a fit of laughter all over again, while remembering your unfortunate moment that happened not too long ago.

Oppa~ stop laughing at me!” Though, you couldn’t help the smile that was trying to find its way onto your face.

You swatted at his leg playfully only to have him grip on to his leg, feigning hurt. “Awe, are you okay?” You pouted up at him from in your chair smiling to yourself. He frowned, pouting, still with rubbing his leg trying to soothe the pain. “Do you know what would make it better? Ice cream!” You proposed and his expression quickly brightened.

“Are you going to get me ice cream?” A knowing smile plastered on his face. You smiled. “No, even better. I’m going to sit here under the cool shade of my umbrella, while you go and get the ice cream.” Wonwoo was about to object, but before he could you added, “this is for throwing me in the water.” He immediately closed his mouth feeling guilty.

“Don’t worry I’ll be right back,” he said running towards the ice cream stand down the beach.

You look at the calm wave pass along the shore slowly; you laughed again remembering what had happened only moment ago. Wanting to go back to the shore while Wonwoo was getting your ice cream, you got and decided to walk along the shoreline.

You were walking by yourself with your head down not even noticing where you were going until you bumped into someone, falling over onto the sand. “I am so sorry,” you apologized looking up and expecting to see an angry person, but was met with a smiling guy.

“It’s no problem, if anything I should be the one saying sorry. But, a pretty girl like you should be watching where she’s going,” he said smiling at you offering a hand to pick you up. You took it gratefully, standing up and quickly pulling your hand away. You did even notice his friend beside him until he began talking.

“What’s a cute girl like you doing all by yourself? We’re having a party a little later. If you’re interested I’ll give you my number and we could meet up a little la-,” Before you could reject his offer you heard someone from behind you answer for you.

“No, I think that she’s okay,” you turned around slightly after recognizing the familiar deep voice of your boyfriend, Wonwoo. He slipped his arms around you waist pulling you close to his side. He was staring the guys down so hard that it seemed that daggers could shoot from his eyes. “Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go.” Wonwoo said quickly bringing you along and leaving the guys in awe and shock. Once you reached a good distance away Wonwoo removed his arm from around your waist and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” he asked bringing his hand up to softly run his finger across your cheek. “Did they say anything to you? Because you know if they did I’m not afraid to go back and-

“Wonwoo I’m fine,” you said giggling slightly and your concerned boyfriend. He looked at you with such caring eyes and it made your heart melt instantly. You knew that he always got jealous when you talked around other guys. But, the way that he reacted this time made you love him even more. You slowly moved your arms around him and hugged him contently.

“Are you sure?” he asked again with an even softer tone, then kissing your forehead. You smiled nodding and bringing a finger up to point to your lips. He chuckled lightly leaning down to tilt his head and place a soft chaste kiss on your lips. You smiled suddenly remembering something.

“Actually, no I’m not okay.” You look straight pulling away from his embrace. His feature’s quickly changed to show concern again.

“You aren’t? Why, tell me?” he asked concerned and confused.

“You forgot to bring me my ice cream,” you said laughing, leaving Wonwoo no choice but to laugh along too. “But it’s okay because I got a cute, jealous Wonwoo instead.” You said wrapping your arms around him again.

“I was not jealous,” he says laughing nervously bring a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. Eyes darting away from you, and a slight flush appearing on his cheeks.                                             

“Okay Wonwoo. Whatever you say,” you said laughing again.

He opened his mouth to deny but, closed it smiling and wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

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Even though it’s getting colder. I hoped that this warmed your heart a little bit. 

DORSET

Dorset is a county in South West England where over 700,000 people live, an lies off the English Channel coast. The county town is Dorchester, after which a famous London hotel-restaurant is named. Around half of the population lives in the South East Dorset conurbation, while the rest of the county is largely rural with a low population density.

The county has a long history of human settlement stretching back to the ancient times. A Celtic tribe originally lived there, then during the early Middle Ages, the Saxons settled the area and made Dorset a shire in the 7th century.

The first recorded Viking raid on the British Isles occurred in Dorset during the 8th century and the black death entered England at Melcombe Regis in 1348. Dorset has seen much civil unrest during the 2nd English Civil War, while much later a group of farm labourers from Tolpuddle were instrumental in the formation of the worlds first trade union movement.

During the Second World War, Dorset was heavily involved in the preparations for the invasion of Normandy and the large harbours of Portland and Poole were two of the main embarkation points. The former was the sailing venue in the 2012 Summer Olympic Games and both have clubs for sailing, rowing, and power-boating.

Dorset has a varied landscape featuring broad elevated chalk downs, steep limestone ridges and low-lying clay valleys. Over half the county is designated as an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty and three-quarters of its coastline is a World Heritage Site that features notable landforms such as Lulworth Cove, the Isle of Portland, Chesil Beach and Durdle Door.

There are no polluting and noisey motorways in Dorset, just a network of key roads cross the county. It has two railway lines that connect to London, an also seaports plus an international airport. The county has a variety of museums, theatres and festivals, and is host to one of Europe’s largest outdoor shows. It is the birthplace of Thomas Hardy, who used the county as the principal setting of his famous novels.

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Is It Like The Ocean?

Or, the resbang absolutely no one should read.

I am so sorry for this absolutely ridiculous mess. What I’m not sorry for is my amazing partner, @soundofez, who created some incredible art!! It can be found HERE, and, really, it’s about 2677386978% too good for this story. <3 <3 <3


Rating: R
Warnings: Nudity, Wounds, Sappiness, Sexual Humor, too much ridiculousness, bad pacing, OOC…ness, NO explicit sexual content
Pairing(s): SteinMarie
Summary: AKA: The Useless Fishboy Stein AU.

Marie Mjolnir, working as a lifeguard in Australia, stumbles across something a tiny bit strange when she decided to walk the beach at night. And by tiny bit, she means gigantic bit. Because it’s not every day you find a man with a fishtail washed up on shore, bleeding out into the Ocean. After dragging the unconscious sharkman back to her house and dumping him in her bathtub, she’s left with the task of nursing him back to health. Which would certainly be easier were he not the most stubborn mermaid her side of the equator.


Chapter One

The water looked like a dark mirror. Marie smiled, pushing her hair off from her face as she breathed in the scent of salt in the air. It got frigid at night but she preferred the beaches when no one was there; she liked it best when all the footprints had been washed clean, the people all coming home, the surfboards left in shacks or taken away and the sea could exist by itself without the disruption of other people. As she walked down the clean shore, her flipflops in her hand and her sarong tied around her hips as a makeshift skirt, she couldn’t help but feel at peace.

There was something about the Ocean at night that called to her. Okay, so that was cliché. Everyone who moved to Australia said the same thing, but she could have sworn that she was meant to be there with her toes wriggling in the sand. The cool sea breeze never left her skin in complete goosebumps, and even when it was colder, it wasn’t anywhere as cold as Sweden had been, back when she’d lived there as a girl.

Slowly, she walked the shoreline, making sure that the water would only lick at the bottoms of her feet occasionally. It wasn’t entirely safe to be out so late, but by what she could tell, it was completely abandoned. Besides, she’d been known to kick a man’s ass to kingdom come and then dragged him by his ear to his mama. She wasn’t particularly afraid.

Marie yelped as a particularly strong wave came over the tops of her feet, climbing up her ankles and leaving her to leap a few inches away, back to the relative safety of land. Just because the breeze didn’t bring her to goosebumps didn’t mean that the water didn’t.

“Lord,” she muttered. “You’d think it would be warmer with how damn hot it’s been.”

Australia was interesting, that was for sure. If the wildlife didn’t kill you, the Ocean might, or the heat. She shook her head, continuing to walk down the shore. Before, when she first moved, she’d collect seashells or search for animals who maybe had burrowed somewhere. As a child, she’d wanted to be a Marine Biologist. It didn’t particularly work out, not yet, at least. She was attending some classes at the university, but, currently being on break, it suited her better not to think about that. Still, she’d had dreams of one day discovering something. Something that no one had ever seen before.

After all, they’d explored so little of their oceans.


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Zankyou no Terror | Nine/Twelve | G rated


The loft is bitterly cold. It cradles a crispness not even the distant bumble of city life can breathe a warmth back into. Cold soaks into the floors, the walls. Each room harbouring an emptiness that clings to bare flesh with a wanton chill. It’s chilly in the absence of human activity.

It’s perfect.

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