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“I’m very good at doing impressions of them. My father would call you a fool and tell you I’m not worth your time. My brother would be protective and tell you you’re not worth my time, surprisingly, but he’s much more flexible in his judgements than my father.” Mary had never been the favorite one, that had always been obvious, which was exactly where her low self-esteem stemmed from. “If I were fighting this alone, I would lay in this bed and not move until I either died or I started to feel better, I wasn’t kidding!” Nobody had ever taken care of her when she was sick; she definitely didn’t know how to take care of herself. Besides, on a ship when you were sick, you were separated from everyone and then left to your own devices. “Even with this cough and red cheeks? I had no idea I could look like such a mess and you would still find me beautiful. Good, you shouldn’t let anyone else look at you,” she smirked. “Dr. McDreamy, that is a good name.” She melted again at his fingers and how they pressed into her neck, leaning forward so he had more room. “I forgot you had it too. I don’t think I’d complain about anywhere you massaged, except maybe my stomach like you said.” She furrowed her brow and drank a few sips of ginger ale, finding that it was actually calming her stomach. “I’m miserable,” she groaned, stifling a small cry as she leaned into him and set the can down. “Are you really going to stay in with me all night? You’re sure you wouldn’t rather go out?”

“Are you? Well -- That is hardly anything I’d care about. They can say what they want, but the only response that matters would be yours.” While her family may have not cared much for a union between the two, Skipper didn’t allow it to get to his mind -- no one was able to choose family, they were thrusted upon them unexpectedly. “Then it is a good thing that I am a stubborn mermaid who would not let you do that, can I give you something?” He asked, moving his hand up towards his neck to unlatch the necklace his father gave him. “Especially with the cough and red cheeks. When you love someone, appearances do not matter. It’s what is in the heart that matters. Do you love me simply because I have muscles?” He asked, finding that hardly the case. Or -- He wasn’t entirely sure, but only hoped it hadn’t been. “And I wouldn’t, only your get to see them. Dr. McDreamy it is. How do you like being my first patient?” He whispered, moving his thumbs downwards as he got more room. “Then give me you free arm, I’ll massage that one too.” He said, removing one hand from her back and reaching around. “Of course I do not want to leave. I want to be with you always. Do you really not want me here?” He asked, adverting his attention towards the nightstand. “I need to distract you more, what do you think about drawing?” He asked, leaning out and grabbing the black marker from the nightstand.

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maryhook:

Mary wanted to argue with him, but she also knew there was no point. Skipper was adamant about what she deserved, whether she agreed or not. Over time, she was starting to believe he was right, and seeing herself the way he saw her. “Oh? What are your intentions, then? I should pretend to be my father or brother or something, so you have to speak to them about what your intentions are,” she laughed, her brow furrowing as she coughed. “This is very unattractive, even for me. I have noticed your muscles. I’m sure the whole damn palace has noticed.” It was impossible not to, Skipper was naturally muscular, and he had to have been doing something lately. She moved over to him, still wary of him getting sick. “I don’t know, I will call you whatever you like. You tell me.” She melted at his touch, her neck relaxing as he found each knot she had. “I didn’t know you could massage, you’ve been holding out on me…”

“My intentions?” Skipper’s brow rose as his lips moved back to her neck, lingering there for a moment as she finished speaking. “I don’t know if your father or brother would appreciate me very much, but I would tell them that I only have the best of intentions for you, that I plan to marry you and love you for the rest of your life. I’d also remind them that you are a strong woman who does not need a man in her life, but chooses to have me regardless. You are strong Mary and you could fight whatever illness this is alone -- The only issue is, I won’t let you.” Not today or tomorrow. Skipper would never allow Mary to endure pain or sadness alone, he’d always be by her side. “Unattractive? Please. You are beautiful no matter how you look or act. Mhm. I doubt that. I don’t want them looking at me, I don’t need their judgment.��� Which he was sure to have gotten, especially considering his family was adamant about making fun of him. “That is a dangerous game Mary, you are going to let me pick a title? Well. How about Dr. McDreamy. Or McHottie?” He chuckled, fingers moving over to the next batch of knots. Pressing inwards, he attempted to unravel them with his thumbs. “Magical touch, I forgot I had it.” He whispered into her ear, “But I can give you massages all the time. You just have to tell me where you need it the most...besides the neck. I can do your back.” He paused, kissing the spot on her neck that he was pressing into. “Or the legs. Stomach might be a little uncomfortable considering.”

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“Fine, fine,” Mary pursed her lips at him. He had been right about that part, they had agreed to be a team. “I am not worth dying, just for the record. And you are distracting,” her eyes fluttered as he kissed her neck, trying to hide the way she had to sniffle to breathe. “You’re going to get sick! You don’t listen, and then I will be blamed for you not feeling well.” Still, she smiled slightly at what he was doing and how stubborn he was about it. “No going outside, I think that would be a terrible idea. I get dizzy standing up,” she whined like a child, her lower lip pouting at him. “But the other three things might help. I think I will try anything at this point. What do I get to call you, Dr. Skipper? Or Dr. Triton, I like either.”

Skipper’s lips peeled to a smile, his head wagging when she denied being worth dying for. “You are worth everything to me, Mary. My intentions for our future are very clear, I want to be by yourself for as long as physically possible.” He may have been unable to protect her in the manner that she deserved, but that was something he was going to work on. “Am I distracting? Little old me?” He cooed, hovering over her slightly and this time stealing a kiss from her lips. “Now I am a terribly awful rebel. What would stop me now?” Jumping from the bed, Skipper shuffled over to the kitchen. He tugged the fridge open and took out a bottle of ginger ale. “I could carry you, you know. Haven’t you noticed my muscles?” He questioned as he placed the ginger ale down on the nightstand. Climbing back into the bed, Skipper pressed himself against the headboard and beckoned her to come closer. “Is it proper to say Dr. Triton?” He asked, unsure of the terms. Reaching out, Skipper placed his hands against her neck. “Tell me if I am hurting you,” he whispered, his fingers slowly applying pressure.

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“Oh, I hardly trust that sea witch. We’re lucky that worked,” Mary scowled. She’d only been grateful it had healed him after seeing how terrible his wound was. “I can’t be the love of anyone’s life if I’m dead. Though, knowing you, you would make some deal with some god-friend that you know and bring me back,” she smiled slightly. “You’re stubborn, Skipper Triton. I just feel like death. Either one of those things could get you sick, you know that. What does your book say about fevers and chills?” 

“I would bring you back, so that I can yell at you for dying on me. We are team, remember? We heal each other.” He said, understanding the fact that he may have been stubborned. Regardless, Skipper was in love with Mary and he could not stand to lose her. “You are worth any illness, you know that.” Skipper murmured, kissing her now on her neck. He knew she would retaliate, tell him that he was going to get sick. Frankly, he loved the way she yelled at him. “The books are a little difficult to read, but if you have a headache, one remedy is to massage your neck. For your stomach, they advise tea or ginger. Stuffy nose, perhaps fresh air. Now, shall we try all three of these? Massage, a ginger drink, and I open the windows -- or would you rather go outside?”

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maryhook:

“I’m not sending you away, I’m not cruel,” Mary sighed. She hadn’t wanted him to get sick; it would be no good for either of them if they were both miserable. “It makes me sound like a boy! You should just let me die, it’ll be much less painful for you than trying to heal me.” The smallest smile hid in the corners of her lips, finding her own dramatics a little humorous. “Alright, I’m curious. How will you distract me?”

“I took that vile from Lilith, perhaps I am invincible now?” He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood slightly. “A cute boy that I still love. Mary --” Skipper’s voice dropped, sadness pouring from his mouth. “You are the love of my life, how could I ever let you die?” The thought was most painful, tugging uncomfortable at his heart. “I could -- I could distract you with plenty of tricks. I could hold you in my arms and sing. Or I could take off all my clothes and dance until you are laughing uncomfortably?”

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it’s the sound of the sea that makes you believe in mermaids

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maryhook:

Mary narrowed her eyes at him, but eventually picked up the glass of water and took a small sip of it. “Sick people should be alone to revel in their germs and sickness,” she sighed. “My head is pounding, my nose is stuffy- can you hear how weird my voice sounds? and my face is hot- I’m going to die, that’s all. It’s not a big deal.”

His hand moved out towards her body, falling carefully onto her knee. “That isn’t true. Please don’t send me away, I only want to help you.” He pleaded, shifting in his spot so that he was now on his side. It had not mattered what the possibility of getting sick was, Skipper wanted to be by her side until she was healthy. “Your voice doesn’t sound weird, I think it’s very cute. You are not going to die, I would never allow that.” Moving closer, Skipper pressed a soft kiss to the top of her forehead. “How about I distract you?”

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maryhook:

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. You’ll just get sick. Skipper, water isn’t going to heal me–” Mary frowned as she realized he was going to get it for her regardless. “I am miserable when I’m sick, seriously. You should be out with healthy people.”

“That it will not, but it is always good to have a glass besides you.” He said, ignoring the fact that she didn’t want him to get ill. That did not matter, he was perfect healthy. Grabbing the glass of water, Skipper circled the bed and placed it down on the nightstand. “I rather be with you Mary, than those lot of people.” Pulling the comforter up, Skipper climbed into the bed. “Will you tell me what is hurting you? Your head? Stomach?”

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bluegirlpiper:

“I mean, yeah it does. But that is what makes it stand out. It’s different. I like different. Maybe I’m not the right person to ask.”

“So it looks bad...Why aren’t you the right person to ask, because you like different things? How about you help me make a new one?”

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maryhook:

“You shouldn’t be in here, you’re going to catch what I have and I don’t want to hear it.”

“Are you saying that I should not climb into bed with you so we can cuddle until you are healthy? I have been learning, you know, how to heal people. Let me get you some water first.”

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@bluegirlpiper from x

“Really? You don’t think it looks a little ridiculous?” 

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gif request meme: unreal + favorite adam x rachel scene. (asked by anon) 

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*  JOHN  MULANEY ;  THE  COMEBACK  KID.

❛  we’ve all gone too big too fast and then run out of the room.  ❜ ❛  block letters and cursive look good together!  ❜ ❛  yeah, but the past is the past.  ❜ ❛  i mean we’re all violent here, but you’re very friendly.  ❜ ❛  i don’t give off that vibe.  ❜ ❛  you could pour soup in my lap and i’ll probably apologize to you.  ❜ ❛  i’m so open and vulnerable.  ❜ ❛  i love saying “my wife”, it sounds so adult.  ❜ ❛  marriage is gonna be very magical.  ❜ ❛  ooh, who’s that fella? i bet he did kill his wife.  ❜ ❛  how could another person kill someone?  ❜ ❛  i’m not gonna do it, but i totally get it.  ❜ ❛  it’s creepy to have an ex out there after things have ended badly.  ❜ ❛  anyone who’s seen my dick and met my parents has to die.  ❜ ❛  that’s not even a situation.  ❜ ❛  hey, you seen any loose milk?  ❜ ❛  i don’t know if you can tell that from the… everything about me.  ❜ ❛  … and a hush falls over the room.  ❜ ❛  isn’t it weird how that became a scandalous thing?  ❜ ❛  it was just some boring shit i had to do on weekends.  ❜ ❛  aw, she’s ugly!  ❜ ❛  wouldn’t you give like a million dollars to see that wedding video?  ❜ ❛  ‘cause you know how you lie to your parents?  ❜ ❛  what? huh? what? when? when?  ❜ ❛  let’s see, what problems can we solve?  ❜ ❛  that’s not how you talk.  ❜ ❛  let’s change it to trick ___.  ❜ ❛  it’s like having a baby that’s also a grandma.  ❜ ❛  oh, the things i have seen, you cocksucker.  ❜ ❛  ___  is my best friend in the world, i give her a million kisses a day.  ❜ ❛  you are no longer the alpha of the house.  ❜ ❛  look upon your sovereign,  ___,  and  tremble!  ❜ ❛  it’s haunted, but it has a lovely kitchen backsplash.  ❜ ❛  i love real estate agents. i mean, they are the true heroes.  ❜ ❛  it was like hanging out with my mom.  ❜ ❛  they always have that ‘fun mom’ energy.  ❜ ❛  so, there’s no toilets.  ❜ ❛  well yeah, that’s how all of life works.  ❜ ❛  this is an on - fire garbage can.  ❜ ❛  this is an on - fire garbage can. could be a nursery.  ❜ ❛  sometimes babies will point at me, and i don’t care for that shit at all.  ❜ ❛  you’re never too young to learn our national no - snitching policy.  ❜ ❛  fell deadly silent, is what they all did.  ❜ ❛  no one wants to applaud the penis of a 32 - year old weirdo.  ❜ ❛  i had no supervision when i was a kid.  ❜ ❛  i grew up before children were special.  ❜ ❛  i’m so horny and angry all the time.  ❜ ❛  and i have no outlet for it, so…  eggs.  ❜ ❛  i think emily dickinson’s a lesbian.  ❜ ❛  you can imagine the kind of stress that i’m under.  ❜ ❛  i’m telling you three weeks in advance.  ❜ ❛  that’s exactly what you won’t ask.  ❜ ❛  and then, he ordered one black coffee for himself, and kept driving.  ❜ ❛  in retrospect, that’s the funniest thing i’ve ever seen in my life.  ❜ ❛  what do you do to afford v-necks, ___?  ❜ ❛  ah, numbers. the letters of math.  ❜ ❛  no one look at me or i’ll kill myself.  ❜ ❛  thank you, no one will ever see me again!  ❜ ❛  who could she have been talking to?  ❜ ❛  i need you to believe me.  ❜ ❛  one feels like a duck when one is splashing around in all this wet!  ❜ ❛  i think about that every goddamn day.  ❜ ❛  that’s the wonderful thing about crazy people, you know?  ❜ ❛  eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs.  ❜ ❛  a very upsetting thing to hear, yes?  ❜ ❛  if you eat ass and suck enough dick, one day you can sell drugs.  ❜ ❛  one black coffee. same motherfucker.  ❜ ❛  my feet were not on the ground.  ❜ ❛  he never forgets a bitch, ever.  ❜ ❛  then it is revealed that she has NO hand.  ❜ ❛  you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclaire.  ❜

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Where do you see yourself in five years?

“I wish to be married, living off the coast of some beautiful country. Maybe I would have a child by then, or perhaps I am just exploring the world on a sailboat? Either way I want to be happy in five years and away from my family.”

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