|Hey. Hey you. You should like...look at mah stuff. And fave it. |
Then you'd be my favorite person.
And I won't murder this cat. You don't want the cat to die do you?
MatthewMatthewMatthew by CertifiedJesusFreak
Startled by the loud exclamation from his emotionally-distraught wife, Brandon darted back to their room where she was supposed to be taking a nap with the speed only a Collins could manage.
“What? What, is everything okay?” he called out down the hall.
She looked fine, upon entry of the room, but she was as pale as he’d ever seen her, perched on the edge of their bed. Without breaking stride the blue-eyed man was kneeling by her - though he was still almost on eye level with his blonde wife.
“Brandon, we can’t name him Matthew.”
“We can’t name him Matthew! If it’s a him, at least - we couldn’t name her Matthew if we have a gril - who would name their daughter Matthew, though, but no matter what our baby is - Brandon we can’t name them Matthew.”
She looked so frazzled and concerned and serious that Brandon couldn’t help but feel a rush of concern f
Shards of Memory - Part 1Shards of MemoryShards of Memory - Part 1 by CertifiedJesusFreak
It was just a contract. A normal, two-man contract that would take maybe 3 days…
’Aya, do you believe we could leave Saki and Fang with Amy for a few days?’
“Yeah, probably,” she responded from behind him, “Saki and Brandon are best friends, you know.”
The mute ninja smiled under the mask at the reference to his daughter and her ‘best friend’.
But he still heard his wife moving up behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders lightly, peering over his shoulder.
’It appears to be. A two person mission, just outside of New Orleans.’
’The very same.’
“Been a while since I’ve been to Louisiana,” she commented, “When?”
’A week from tomorrow, I believe.’
Aayla stood a little straighter to see further down the page and felt her eyebrows go a little
Pick-Me-UpPick-Me-UpPick-Me-Up by CertifiedJesusFreak
Many of Arcilla’s new friends were delighted to hear that the pair had started dating.
For a solid week, it was pretty much all they talked about, whether Arcilla was in the room or not. She would just roll her eyes and tell her coworkers to get a life.
Somehow, they hadn’t planned it this way, but somehow, the first week and a half that they were officially dating had the typical ride situation reversed - they only had one car, and usually Flynn would drop her off for work and pick her up after her shift, but their work schedules had worked out so that Arcilla was dropping Flynn off.
This was the first day that she’d been dropped off by her new...boyfriend. That’s what the humans called it, she was pretty sure.
They - selkies, that was - just called them mates. But it was kind of awkward to call Flynn her mate.
Arcilla was clocking out when Flynn got there. Usually she was waiting outside for him, but she’d stayed a little longer
MonthsMonthsMonths by CertifiedJesusFreak
In the months after Arcilla decided to stay, they became better friends, and Arcilla was able to go and be in town for longer amounts of time.
She got a job at a local consignment shop, not wanting to be a burden on Flynn, and pitched in on rent and food. Though both of them kept her ‘secret’ under careful lock and key, Arcilla was able to make quiet friends with several of her co-workers, teenagers and young adults, and, of course. Flynn. They were splendid friends now; even though there would be hours at a time that neither of them would make a sound, Flynn reading and Arcilla knitting or something similar, they felt completely at ease with each other.
Everyone asked her if they were dating.
"No!" she'd insist, cheeks flaming red, "We're just friends - I'm just visiting for a little bit."
And, of course, they whispered about why it was necesarry for her to get a job if she was 'just visiting' but no one wanted to push either of them for more information. Bot