Ok but have you considered:

McCree doesn’t exist in Sombra’s database because Reaper has obliterated all of his files, all of his information, any tiny little piece of evidence linking him to Overwatch. 

Sombra picks up a security feed from eight years ago of what appears to be a strange man dressed as a cowboy involved in a covert Blackwatch operation. No way he’s Overwatch, Sombra, just look at him. Look at the way he’s dressed. Obviously a civilian. Ridiculous.

Sombra stumbles over an old Overwatch manifesto that specifically includes one “Jesse McCree”. Never heard of him. He must have been one of those pathetic recruits that didn’t even make it past basic training. Don’t give me that look, do you think I would just forget any of my former teammates? I’d remember a name like that. He’s probably not even worth hunting down.

Papa Reyes is still protecting his little ingrate. 

The Amaris are fair game. That witch Ziegler can rot. Hell, take Jack, too, if you have to. 

But don’t you DARE lay a hand on his boy Jesse. 

Curious Man - (Sherlock x reader)

Imagine: Meeting Sherlock at a store while he waits for Watson to buy a gift for Mary.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 579

Warnings: None.

A/N: I wanted to write this for the longest time and now I finally did it. It’s just a small drabble because I’m still not in shape to write a proper Sherlock fanfiction. Yet, I hope you like it.

Originally posted by dracomafloy

“Beautiful choice, very fashionable if I may say so.” A male voice interrupted you.

You were doing your early Christmas shopping, a tradition you had started the first year you moved out of your parent’s house. Basically, you would buy all kinds of gifts for yourself before the prices got up.

“Thank you, sir.” You replied with a smile as you looked to the man that had spoken.

He was tall and slim, dark locks framing his pale face and deep blue eyes analysing you.

“I’m sure your fiancé will like it.” He continued. You furrowed your eyebrows.

It was common for people to inquire that you had a boyfriend, but this man was being too specific.

“I’m afraid I don’t have a fiancé.” You giggled. The man let out a breathy sigh.

“Then why are you wearing an engagement ring?” He asked. You looked down to your hand, which in fact had an engagement ring. “Don’t be ashamed of him. It is in fact an old engagement ring, probably his mother’s ring. I can see that it looks quite unused in spite of the age of it, so I’m guessing you got recently engaged.”

You smiled in amusement. The man seemed to be a pretty smart guy, yet he was wrong.

“I’ve told you: I’m not engaged.” The blue-eyed man furrowed, not willing to believe your words.

“Come again?” He asked.

“I said: you’re wrong.” You replied. The man looked too dumbfounded not to be funny, and hell, it took you an eye and half of the other not to laugh at his face.

“How can I be wrong? It is an engagement ring, and it is on your hand in the right finger. It’s old, and yet it looks clean because you haven’t worn it much.” You nodded.

“It is in fact an engagement ring, and I am in fact wearing it correctly. It is old, true, but it looks clean because I only wear it on occasions.” The man was truly messed up.

“So you only wear it on occasions because…” Before he could make a suggestion of you being a cheater to your fiancé or a single lady wearing a fake ring to keep men away, you interrupted.

“It was my mother’s engagement ring,” you spoke, “She gave it to me a few years ago. I’m not engaged and I only wear it every now and then because I don’t want people to think I’m already taken.”

“There’s always something…” The man whispered to himself.

“Sorry?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Nothing, never mind.” He shook the thought away with a hand gesture. “So, mind telling me why you don’t want people to think you’re taken?”

“You are a very curious man, aren’t you?” You laughed, not answering to his question.

“I am, in fact.” He responded, puffing his chest out and coking his eyebrow proudly.

“May I ask why you are so concerned about my relationship status?” You asked, smirking.

“I happen to find you very pleasing to the eye and, now, I also find you very interesting.” He answered, taking good care of his words; he sounded like he was afraid to say something wrong, yet somehow he also sounded confident.

“My name’s…”

“(Y/N).” He finished. You gasped what kind of man was he?


“You’re wearing a bracelet with your name on it.” He simply replied.

“What a strange man you are, Mr…” He smirked at your words.

“Holmes,” He spoke, “Sherlock Holmes.”

The King (3) (NSFW)

Originally posted by wovlerines


T’Challa x Reader

Summary: Sugar Daddy Art Collector T’Challa

Warnings: smut

A/N: Wanted to try to get another chapter of this out this weekend since I won’t be able to really write during the week (and because this idea came to me today and I wanted to get it down before I forgot).

It had surprisingly been more than a week since you had heard from T’Challa last and it was kind of starting to worry you. You had heard through the grape vine that he was out of the country but that usually didn’t stop him from at least texting you. Honestly, you guys talked so much that if it weren’t for the fact that you weren’t allowed to tell anyone about the two of you, you’d almost think you were in a real relationship. But your worries were squelched when you walked into your office and saw a huge bouquet of flowers waiting for you. There was no note on them but you knew who they were from. No one else would send such an over the top gift to you. For heaven’s sake, they took up half your desk, you had to give them their own chair just to get them out of the way.

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Johnny makes a promise to his little boy…

“You’re so tiny…” Johnny whispered as he picked up the little bundle of cotton in his arms. “You’re so little I feel as though I’m going to break you.” 

His fingers stroked his little boy’s cheek gently, the world had never felt more silent. He closed his eyes tightly as he remembered the beatings he had endured from his father, he would remember falling to the ground and hearing nothing. He couldn’t hear the sound that his dad’s boot would make as he kicked into Johnny’s stomach, he could hear the harsh words his father would call him… he couldn’t hear a single thing. All he could hear was silence, like he was the only person in the world, and that had brought him some comfort. 

But this time, he was holding his world in his arms. 

“Okay little buddy. I need to talk to you, you hear?” The tiny, little newborn baby looked up at him sleepily, not a single clue as to what this strange man was uttering before him. 

“I’m going to be the best daddy in the whole world. I will never hurt you, I won’t ever lay a hand on you, except to hug you and show you affection. I won’t ever be like my old man. I’m going to love you every day until the day I die. I promise.” 

Johnny meant it… he would die before he hurt this little kid the way his dad had hurt him. 


Pairing: Thor x Reader

Requested by @estel-of-the-eyrie

I’d love to request a Thor X F!Reader (I am trash forgive me) where they try to introduce him to video games, and some of the gang keep making references to games he has no idea about/ they keep arguing which video game characters everyone is? Please :)         

Thor has created a chatroom.

Thor has added Y/N.

Thor: My love, Samuel has introduced me to a game of grand absconding of vehicles!

Thor: And then he said the game is just a way to control real life!



Y/N: Why is THAT worse?

Y/N has added Sam.

Y/N: How’d you manage to convince him?!

Sam: Patience plus a well timed explosion courtesy of Wade.

Sam: No civilians were harmed.

Y/N: You can’t see me glaring at you, but I am.

Sam: Aww c'mon, it’s pretty funny.


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Day Seventy

-I asked a man how he was doing. He replied, “I’m tired, and I don’t want to hear about you.” I appreciate someone who allows for no ambiguity in a conversation.

-A pair of elderly twins passed by me, dressed head to toe in identical outfits, making the same expressions at the same time. I am going to give them the benefit of the doubt and assume that they were on their way to the set of a horror film. That being said, I am prepared to run if I see them again.

-A child stared at me. I stuck my tongue out at her. She remained deadpan. I was relentless. Eventually, as she was rolled away, she stuck her tongue out in return. This is my biggest accomplishment of 2016.

-As a woman was leaving, I said, “Have a good day.” She shouted at me that she was trying to. I am so sorry to have gotten in the way of her goal in this way.

-I was caught in the midst of an argument between an elderly lady and her granddaughter. The grandmother, telling the granddaughter that by owning a laptop, television, and cell phone, she was addicted to electronics and would surely go to hell. The daughter, unsure how on earth to respond to this. The cashier, furiously scribbling notes on every word exchanged. I am sure that this woman’s grandparents told her the same thing in regards to her stick and hoop and her sundial.

-An elderly man pulled his shirt up to his sternum. His reasons are unclear. His results, showing off his lacy black thong and unsettlingly hairless stomach.

-I was asked by a woman if we had been busy. I told her that we had been. She told me we would get busier. This is precisely the sort of motivation I was looking for today.

-A mother breastfed her child in my lane. No sins were committed. No children were corrupted. No boys became sexual deviants. A baby was fed. It is almost as if this were a natural occurrence and not a terrible act of debauchery. What a strange thing.

-A man bought a high-end breast pump alongside a Christmas card written to a grandfather. He specified that he would like them bagged together as they were going to the same person. I would very much like to meet them.

-Today I was told that Satan was going to crack open the Earth and swallow me up and that Hell would then split open after I suggested that while Christmas was important to Christians, other holidays and religions existed. I feel honored. I am sure this is not something Satan does for just anyone.

Creepypasta #1130: Something's Going On In The Middle East

Length: Medium

As a drone operator, you eventually get desensitized to killing people via proxy, though it never becomes as easy as some believe it to be. I first came into the job expecting it to be something along the lines of a video game, but even when you’re looking at confirmed terrorists through the IR camera of your Reaper you can’t help but humanise them. It’s simple empathy, and unless you’re a psychopath, launching missiles into those strobing white or black-hot lights will eventually take a toll on you. I’ve been diagnosed with uncomplicated PTSD, for example, even though I’ve never actually left the control facility in the line of duty.

The incident I’ll be talking about here was supposed to be a simple kill mission in Afghanistan, as best I knew. The target was a cell of insurgents who were, according to our intel, planning on mounting a series of bombings along the Pakistan border. For what reason, I didn’t know, but I had a job to do and as one of the senior pilots, I was intent on seeing it through.

As you probably know, drone pilots work in pairs, and my copilot was a long-standing friend of mine. We didn’t anticipate any issues except for perhaps some mental anguish after the deed was done, so we approached the mission like any other.

Our Predator had taken off at 2200 from an Afghan FOB, which allowed us to reach the designated location in a very short amount of time.

Everything was fine up until we reached the distance at which we could make contact with the target. That’s when strange visual artefacts started popping up on all of our monitors. It looked like screen tearing for the most part, though like nothing I had ever seen before.

We asked the HQ to try and clear up the signal if they could, as we were practically flying blind at that point. Whatever magic they did, it worked and successfully minimized the problem, though it did persist for the remainder of the operation. With our cameras back up and running, we resumed the run.

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Stars in the Night: Chapter 4


Also sad things. Sad things aren’t that nice.

But, hey. I would like to announce that shits starting to go down. Prepare for future chapters to be full of angst and fluff and tears and a lot of *gasps*. Fun times are ahead. 

Hope y’all enjoy. As always, don’t be afraid to give me some feed back. What do you think so far? What do you think Ardyn is talking about? OooOoOOoOO. Mysteries. 

Tagging the Soulmate AU Squad: @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites, @themissimmortal

Word count: 1,407

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“Yeah, and who’s allowing us?” Gladio growled threateningly, catching the Oracle Ascension Coin the mysterious stranger threw the Prince’s way.

The man with crimson-violet hair smirked as he turned his back to the group of four young man. “A man with no consequences.” He took a simple step foward down Galdin Quay’s boardwalk. “Oh also!” He stopped himself and took a brief glance of his shoulder. “That girl you arrived with…”

The hairs on the back of Noctis’s neck stood up. He was talking about Stella.

“She isn’t what she seems,” his amber eyes stared directly to Noctis as a chuckle passed through his lips.

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Over time

Title: Over time

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: angst

Summary: Lucifer comes to see you after being away for an unusual long time. The two of you have an overdue conversation.

Request: Hey 😊 could I request a reader x lucifer where his wings are injured and he tries to hide it from the reader because he doesn’t want to seem weak, and she ends up helping patch him up? Thanks!

A/n: I tried with the request but I guess I got side tracked. Not sure if this full fills it. Let me know if you wanted something different and I try again ^^

“Lucifer?” Your voice was carful as you put your hand on the devils shoulder. He had been sitting on your sofa for a couple of hours, altering between staring at the wall and the floor. Something was clearly off but he wouldn’t talk. No matter how often you carefully called out his name and asked, he would just keep staring. It was unnerving, something you never had seen before in the usually more short tempered angel. You could handle his hissy fits by now, but this was new and you didn’t know how to deal with this side of him.

“Talk to me?” You asked softly, feeling him tense up under your touch. Lucifer had been out for a couple of days and this was the first small reaction you got out of him since he got back some hours ago.

“(Y/n)…” his voice sounded cracked like you never heard it before. This wasn’t the powerful carefree angel you had let into your life after he one day turned up out of nowhere. Something had seriously messed with him.

“You know I shouldn’t even be here. Never should have come and never should have stayed” His eyes were focussed on the floor and his body was slumped “But look at me now. A million reason’s to run as far as I can and yet here I am right back.”

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Drinking Games for One (A Kyungsoo One Shot)

You sat at the table watching her. Your best friend Mari who dragged you out here tonight. Of course you had to come. It’s her birthday. The only problem was you weren’t exactly a “bar” kind of girl and she was exactly a “bar” kind of girl, so she was fully in her element, getting hit on by a variety of good looking guys and you sat alone at your table holding your second drink, bored and unapproachable.

You were beginning to feel a little bitter. And bored. Guys never came up to you. Maybe it was your resting bitch face. Maybe it was the high necked top you wore to hide your boobs that you were self conscious about. Maybe it was how you glared at every approaching guy until they gave up and went somewhere else.

Yeah you glared at them, because fuck them. They could just go flirt with Mari. They were probably boring anyway. And it’s mari’s birthday.

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Heal Me (A Saeran x Reader fic): Chapter 01

A/N: Alright the first chapter is officially completed!!! YAY :D Btw, I made changes to the first part that I posted earlier as a draft. Hope you like it!

Note: This story takes place during secret ending 02, when Saeran is in the rehabilitation facility/hospital. It’s going to be full of spoilers, so be warned.

Also, please pardon me if I make any factual errors in describing the hospital/room that Saeran is in. I can’t find much helpful information online so I’m just going to use my imagination. :D

B A B Y ’S  B R E A T H;
a glimpse into one’s past innocence.

The smell of antiseptic. The sound of footsteps and murmuring of nurses and doctors as they crossed the hallways. The sight of patients in pink and blue hospital clothes out on a walk in the garden downstairs, seven floors beneath you.

It had all become somewhat familiar to you by now, having worked here as an intern for the past month. Although you had been somewhat uncomfortable here at first, things had settled down and it had become somewhat easier for you to interact with the patients here.

Of course, there were some exceptions. Namely, the new patient who had been admitted into the general private ward just a few days ago.

He had been the main topic of discussion among the nurses and doctors here for the past three days, as well as among the other interns. Nothing good had been said about him, from what you had heard so far. You had heard of incidents of violence against the therapists and nurses assigned to him, how they had been switching therapists for him every single day because none of them deemed themselves fit for the job. Your mentor had yet to be chosen as tribute, but you knew that he was praying hard that he wouldn’t have the privilege of being offered up as a sacrifice.

“I guess there are some people who just can’t be helped,” a fellow intern had commented just the other day.

You didn’t agree. You didn’t like the idea of someone being untreatable. It was the reason why you chose this career path in the first place. Besides, you had yet to see what kind of person he was, and making judgments based on hearsay just wasn’t your thing.

You knew it would be inappropriate for you to do something like this, but no one said taking a detour to your mentor’s office each day would pose any issue in particular. You knew where his ward was. The private general ward, located here, on the seventh floor. It was the third room down the hallway to the right of the lift lobby.

The lift doors closed behind you after you stepped out, and you scanned the area. There didn’t seem to be anyone here, thankfully. Carefully, you padded down the empty hallway as quietly as you could, staying alert in case someone caught you sneaking about here. The corridor was silent, and only the loud thumping of your heartbeat seemed to echo off the white walls. You slowed your walking as you passed by the second ward, craning your neck to the right. In just a few more steps you would be able to catch a glimpse of the man that everyone seemed so frightened of, through the long, rectangular strip of transparent glass in the middle of the rosewood door.

It was just for a few seconds, your view of the room exceedingly limited, but you could see enough. He was lying down on his bed, his head turned on its side towards the open window. You could see the outline of his side profile, a head of messy white hair with little pink highlights in them. The morning light through the window next to him cast a shadow over his face, and you thought your eyes played tricks on you when you saw that his were mint green. He was staring out the window, quietly, unmoving, and you would have thought he was dead if it weren’t for the tiny movements in his chest and ripples in his blue top that indicated he was breathing and very much alive.

He looked rather peaceful, tame, innocent. Kind of gentle, even, as the tiny wind from the air-conditioning tugged and nudged at his loose hair strands. Seeing him like this, you couldn’t bring yourself to imagine the violent atrocities that the others claimed he had committed. Then again, you couldn’t deny the scratches you had seen on one of the therapist’s hands just yesterday.

You were still curious to observe more about him, but you forcibly tore your eyes away from the glass and hurriedly continued on your way before you were noticed. It could spell big trouble if he noticed you and it triggered something in him. Unconsciously, you picked up your pace, striding down the hallway to take the stairs at the end down to the fifth floor where your mentor’s office was. It was time to start the day.

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Red as fire

Name: Red as fire.

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and where to find them

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Theme: Reader is a Metamorphmagus

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Jealous (Theo Raeken Smut)

Originally posted by stilinski-jpeg

Request: Can you do a Theo imagine? Like where the reader is hanging out with Scott and he gets jealous and fucks you till you can’t walk(rough af please)

 A/n: yaaaaas!! Request more smut guys. 

 Theo is the kind of guy that hates everything and everyone expect the person he cared for or the thing, or person in this case, he is possessive over. To be completely honest, it was a huge turn on for you.

 I was sitting in my room staring down at my book with Theo who’s sitting on the floor with a book in his lap. I looked at him and he was biting his lip, concentrating on the book. The way he was licking and biting his lip was making me imagine things that aren’t very appropriate.

 “Take a picture, it last longer.” Theo said from his spot and i could feel myself get red from embarrassment. I shook my head as he burst out in laughter.

 “Can’t help it that you’re hot.” I replied and he looked at me, giving me his famous smirk before standing up and making his way towards me. He stood infront of me and kept staring, before i could ask him what he’s doing. He smashed his lips onto mine and it took me by surprise. Our lips moved in sync and it was passionate yet filled with lust.

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anonymous asked:

Im going to my sisters pool tomorrow and tbh it gets boring quick so Ive been using my imagination to pretend that I'm a mermaid and the matsubros all go to the beach, one finds me, sees that Im injuried and take me home, and I just need a scenario

Sorry this is centuries late and a little different than what you asked, but I hope you are still able to enjoy it~! I decided to go with the juice boy for this one because he needs some lovin’ on this blog! He is a good bean.

“Hi, I’m Jyushimatsu!” He looked at you with an unusually large smile. You didn’t answer at first, your tearful eyes wavering up at him in fear. He didn’t seem to notice this as he just repeated himself again, his head tilting ever so slightly in confusion.

“Y-Y/N…” you manage to voice out, unsure what this strange man’s motive was just talking to you. You thought maybe he wanted to know what to advertise his prized catch as when he sold you away to the highest bidder, or perhaps what to call you as crowds of people ogle at you through an aquarium glass…but if he had intended to do any of these things, he wasn’t showing it. Instead his odd cheerfulness and bright smile seemed to ease you somehow, but you couldn’t understand why…

“You’re pretty tangled up in that wire, huh?” He speaks again, pulling you out of your thoughts. You draw your attention back down to your tail and instantly remember the pain digging in on all sides from your previous struggles. You hadn’t seen the invisible fishing line in the water until it was too late, and now you were stranded in the shallow waves, bleeding, alone, and immensely scared. He had been jogging down the shoreline when he spotted you and ran over, but he must’ve seen how terrified you were at his presence for he stopped himself a safe distance away before introducing himself. You didn’t understand it, but you felt as if he wasn’t trying to hurt you. That maybe, despite all the horrible things your kind had said about humans, he genuinely wanted to help you.

“It…hurts…” you whimper, the shakiness of your voice returning as stinging tears begin to well up in your eyes. “It’s okay, I can help you!” You look up at him in surprise and his expression softens. “I can help you,” he repeats, taking a slow step forward in the sand, “just don’t be scared, okay?”

You weren’t sure if it was the fact that you really had no other option, or the sincere urging in his eyes, but you decide to trust him to the best of your abilities, letting him cautiously approach you and kneel by your injured tail. He gives you a reassuring look as he reaches something out of his pocket and brings it to light. At first the shiny thing looked to be a plain oblong object, but upon flipping a switch, a sharp blade shot out, instantly causing you to jump in fear and scramble in vain towards the water. “Wait, I’m not going to hurt you!” He panics, jumping to your side and showing you what was in his hands. “I’m going to use it to cut the lines, see??” He makes an upward motion with the knife, as if cutting an invisible wire. He frantically looks back in forth from his hand motions to you with a hopeful smile, praying that his little explanation was enough to calm you down and let him continue helping you again. Slowly you begin to feel yourself relax, and you drop your gaze submissively. “Please…don’t hurt me…” you whisper, your voice faintly cracking as you wrap your arms tightly around yourself. He carefully returns to your side and gives you a softened smile, “I won’t…I promise.”

Slowly, he begins to saw at the entangled wires, making extra sure to look back up at you every other second to confirm that you were okay. One after another the painful strands begin to loosen around your tail, and eventually, after what seems to be an excruciating eternity, you find yourself free from their tangles once again.

In a surge of unexpected relief, you attempt to make a break for the waves, but the second you begin to move, your body instantly seizes up as a searing pain like fire rips through your form. You open your mouth to call for help, but all that comes out is a shrill cry of pain as you fall helplessly into the shallow water. “Y-Y/N!!” Jyushimatsu instantly lunges out to catch you, his eyes wide with immense worry. “Are you alright???” The world seems to blur as you attempt to say something—anything—but all you’re able to do is meet his gaze, and you realize that it’s now that your body is finally giving out in exhaustion. Jyushimatsu seems to quickly catch onto this and lifts you into his arms. “Don’t worry Y/N—I’ll take care of you, just hang in there okay!!” You’re unable to protest, though deep down you don’t think you would even if your body could move. His genuine worry and kindness towards you had brought about a new feeling that you’ve never felt before, and for the first time since meeting him you submit your full trust in him without a second thought. Your eyes slowly begin to shut as he takes you somewhere unknown, and the last thing you take in is his is concentrated expression as he focuses intently on the path before him. After that your head gently lulls against his shoulder, and you let the wave of exhaustion calmly wash over you.

“Ahaha, again! Again!” You break through the surface of the water to see Jyushimatsu applauding wildly from the rocks with that never disappointed smile of his. You can’t help but feel yourself grow a little smile in return as you dive back down into the water to oblige to his request. With near-blinding turn and a powerful whoosh of your tail, you shoot out of the water, spraying dazzling droplets into the air as you turn to fall back into the water with another splash. Once you return to the surface you find that he’s excitedly waiting at the bottom of the rocks for you, so you make your way over to meet him.

“That’s amazing y/n, you’re so cool!!” You giggle, resting your elbows on the edge as he kneels down in front of you. “I wouldn’t be able to do such if it weren’t for your help! Thank you…for everything.” He tilts his head, his smile going a bit bashful, “Ahhh, don’t mention it y/n! I’m just glad I could help!!” You gently smile again, gazing back at him as he goes on talking about how awesome he thinks your jumps are, and how he wishes he had a tail too because then he could ‘muscle hustle’ in the water as well. You laugh again, wondering how you got so lucky to meet someone as cheerfully eccentric yet incredibly kind as him. Your people couldn’t be more wrong about humans—Jyushimatsu was probably the sweetest person you could’ve ever met, mermaid or not—and you hope that in the future you will only become closer to him. “Shall I do another then?” He instantly beams, nodding his head vigorously and giving you the exact reaction you expected. You give him a big smile before jumping back into the water. Yes…he was a perfect human indeed~