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hey if youre feelin lonely just remember that theres a fish out there. theres actually lots of fish underwater, just bein fish, doin fish stuff. swimmin n eating maybe. check the water. theres fish

This is quite possibly the Kelly-est thing I have ever read. You can’t tell me this isn’t something that Kelly Abbott would say.

It’s three in the morning. Nick groans and rolls over, trying to ignore the red glare of the clock, constantly reminding him that he’s still awake. Eventually he gives in and dials the number he’s been itching to call for hours now.

Kelly sounds a bit disoriented when he answers the phone. “Nick?” His voice is rough and slurred.

"Hey babe. Did I wake you?"

Kelly’s silent for a moment, and Nick knows he’s shaking his head. “I can’t see you, babe.”

"Oh, yeah. Right. Naw, I was awake. Kinda."

"You been smoking without me?"

Kelly’s giggle answers Nick’s question better than words could. He tries to ignore the pang in his chest, but fuck, he misses Kelly so much right now.

"I wish you were here, Kels. My bed’s so empty."

Kelly giggles again. Nick closes his eyes, pictures him sitting on the back deck of the cabin, smiling gently.

"Don’t be lonely, Nicko. Just remember, there’s a lot of fish out there."

Nick furrows his brow, wondering where Kelly’s going with this. Normally those lots of fish in the sea clichés come after a break-up, but he’s not nervous. Just confused.

"Lots of fish, underwater. You know, just bein’ fish. Doin’ fish stuff. Swimming, eating maybe. Go outside. Outside the boat. Check the water. There’s fish."

Nick can’t help it, he bursts out laughing. “You are so stoned.”

"Yeah." He can hear the smile in Kelly’s voice.

"Go to bed, Kels. Love you." Nick feels himself grinning, feels sleep catching up to him finally.

"Okay. Love you."

Nick’s phone buzzes, deep in his pocket, but he’s in the middle of helping Zane grab sheets of plywood off the shelf at the Home Depot, so he ignores it.

It buzzes again, three more times in quick succession. There’s a brief moment of panic, but Zane’s phone hasn’t made any noise and if anyone had injured themselves working on Ty and Zane’s new place, surely when he didn’t answer someone would have called Zane. He shrugs, chuckling as Zane curses and grumbles, manoeuvring the supplies onto the dumb little cart. 

Once his hands are free, he reaches for his phone. There are four texts from Ty. He sighs and opens them, finding four surprisingly artful photos of Kelly hamming it up on a half-built railing. There’s nothing particularly dirty about them; Kelly is fully dressed, but there’s mischief in his eyes and Nick bites his lip, studying them. Zane leans over, glancing at the screen.

"Glad to see they’re being productive. Working as hard as we are."

Nick laughs, but he never pulls his eyes away from the screen.

"Come on, O’Flaherty. Don’t abandon me here." Zane mock-grumbles, pushing the cart along and deftly avoiding the orange-vested sales associates. He stops abruptly, and Nick nearly crashes into his broad back.

"What the hell, man?"

"Sorry, my phone."

The back of Zane’s neck is flushing red as he looks at the photos he’s received, and suddenly Nick thinks they REALLY need to get back over there, ASAP.



bii replied to your post: “Ok, but have you considered… Clint Barton/Oliver Queen?”:
Oliver Queen pre- or post-New52?

I’m thinking pre-52 Ollie/current Hawkeye run Clint

Really though, just… attractive sassy archers.

Ahahaha, and then Clint could go around on his off-days wearing those obnoxious beard enthusiast shirts.

And when Ollie has fundraisers and high-society shit to do, Clint spends hours wheedling him.

Clint smirked, reaching out and stroking the rough gold hair on Oliver’s chin. “Am I gonna be your date, or are you taking a beard?”

"That was terrible. They’re pretty liberal-minded. I thought you could come with me. Do you even own a tuxedo?" Oliver sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, but he couldn’t hide the smirk creeping across his face.

Clint just shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. “I can just wear one of yours. Fuck the green accessories though. Everyone knows purple’s where it’s at.”

andthencamecutandrun requested: Because you are feeling hot, maybe you can write about ty and zane on a hot summer day, and ty keeps complaining about the heat and then they start a water fight or something….

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midcenturymorbid requested: john & Sherlock with bees and a garden giving Sherlock ideas for the future

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thehappyfangirl requested: Johnlock and a rain-bedraggled kitten

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belovedmuerto requested: sherlock/john epic snuggles.

Not sure how ‘epic’ these snuggles are, but it sure made me feel better!

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Imagine Ty and Zane cuddling on the sofa in the middle of December, laughing and joking about Christmas songs. Ones they loved as kids, ones they hated, ones that get overplayed in the mall and make them both want to pull out their guns and shoot the speakers.

Zane keeps bugging Ty to sing something, wheedling him. “Come on, I bet you had to sing carols with your family, sing at church. Sing for me?”

So Ty sits up, takes in a deep breath, and belts out a low, soulful interpretation of O Little Town Of Bethlehem, set to the tune of House of the Rising Sun before rolling his eyes, smirking, and settling back down on the sofa.

And Zane just sits there with his mouth hanging open, because holy shit, who ever would have guessed those two songs meshed so well, and also, he’s pretty sure Christmas songs aren’t supposed to make you incredibly fucking horny.


So imagine the four boys joining Tumblr. Nick’s would be all historical posts and pictures of the sea and boats. Kelly’s would just be gay porn that he uses for ideas to try out with Nick. Zane would reblog all kinds of food porn and tasteful art. Ty’s would just be post after post of cats and photosets of their own cats and Zane sleeping with the cats.

Zane yawned, scratching his chin as he sat down and opened the browser to check his notifications.

Groaning, Zane clicked the last notification, only to be greeted by a photo of himself, stretched out in bed, with two of the cats curled up next to him. Less noticeable than the felines (but still clearly visible) was his prominent morning erection, outlined by the thin sheet. He took a deep breath, trying to call his nerves, before storming down into the kitchen to find a suitable way to punish his husband.

samswish asked, "Ty/Zane + 15"

(15: Kiss in the Rain)

This is going to be the last one for a little while, I think. They’re awesome fun but I need a break. <3

Ty wrapped his arm around Zane’s waist and smiled to himself. Zane was watching the sun set over the ocean, while Ty was watching how the light played on Zane’s face. He couldn’t think of a better view.

As if Zane could read his thoughts, he turned to Ty and smiled widely. “It’s been pretty fantastic. A week in the tropics, and all we’ve done is eat, sleep, and have copious amounts of amazing sex.”

Ty nodded. “Yeah, it’s been pretty great.”

Zane leaned over and kissed his forehead. “I think it might be the best vaca—”

"NO!" Ty pulled back and clamped his fingers over Zane’s mouth to stop the word coming out, but it was too late. The sky, which had been a gorgeous blend of clear blue and bright orange, filled with rolling clouds. The rain came out of nowhere, falling nearly sideways, pelting into them with that abrupt, shocking violence that only tropical storms were capable of.

Zane groaned as the rain sluiced down through his hair and over his shoulders. Ty burst out laughing and grabbed Zane by his soaked shirt, pulling their lips together.

"Damn you, Zane," he mumbled softly, against Zane’s mouth. "It’s a good thing you’re so great in bed, or I’d have abandoned you years ago."