Just Go With It.

[adelaide-jensen]

forbeccaorforworse:

“I can’t moan your name in Spanish. Your name remains the same.”

“Well hearing you moan things in Spanish is hot anyway.”

[adelaide-jensen]

New York City || Ade & Johnny

[adelaide-jensen]

johnny-boy-harris:

His shoulders rose again but this time the easy movement had occurred without his permission, yet still Johnny owned it—choosing a lazy outer-shell in order to protect the thoughts which ran rampant within his mind. “Sounds good to me,” he told her drowning out the words which bounced within his skull, thoughts and memories of the past he knew she be forgotten, they had moved on he told himself. She had moved on. 

“First rounds on you,” he told her with a wink as he pushed off the wall, straightening himself before waiting for her lead.

When he agreed about going to the bar, she smiled brightly and nodded, stepping away from the wall and over towards him, lazily wrapping her arm around his shoulders. If she were being honest, she probably would have made a move and kissed when he tucked her hair behind her ear, but she refrained for fear of what may happen.

“That’s fine by me.” she shrugged and lead him back towards the main sidewalk. “It’s just a few blocks from here.” she noted aloud, pointing in the direction they were to go. “Most things are walking distance, thankfully.” she spoke, “Traffic is unbearable sometimes, you know.” Ade nodded.

[adelaide-jensen]

johnny-boy-harris:

“Fuckin’ tourists—owe!” he protested when she began to clean and press at his wound, his eyes meeting hers for a moment as the world began to spin beneath him. He had only been back a few days since their trip to New York and yet there they were again. Him on the ground broken and bloody, while she floated above him—how did she manage that a part of him wondered as he simply glowered at more than simply the thought for the memory of what had happened  filled him with a sense of anger. Tourists – or anyone who didn’t know boats in his opinion had been on his ship. People had been touching his things.

“Were they on your boat?” she asked, biting down on her lip as she heard his voice change while she cleaned the cut. She kept eye contact with him and dabbed at his face slowly. She had just been passing by on her way home from work and saw him. “It’s okay...” she spoke, grabbing a wipe and cleaning the blood trickling down the side of his face. “I’m here..” she spoke and looked to the cut and helped him sit up, holding his upper body with one arm. “Let’s try to get you at least onto a bench..” she spoke quietly, hating to see him in so much pain.

[adelaide-jensen]

littlebadwolfe:

“Stop talking, and take me home with you.”

“Let’s get going then,”

[adelaide-jensen]

forbeccaorforworse:

“Spanish. I speak Spanish, not Italian.”

“I like Italian, and French, though hearing you mean my name in Spanish is hot.”

[adelaide-jensen]

Minty Goodness || Ade & Kelly

[adelaide-jensen]

kellygrayson:

“Okay good,” Kelly replied with a slight nod once Adelaide informed her she was up to date on her shots.  That was one less thing she’d need to worry about.  “Just be careful and you won’t have any more injuries like this.”  

Chuckling she shook her head before she finished cleaning the wound.  “It really comes down to scarring.  You don’t have to have one.  I can close this with butterfly strips but it would be a bigger scar than if I stitched it.  It’s really up to you.”

“I usually am much more careful, I don’t know what happened really.” she shrugged a little, looking down to the cut then up to Kelly’s pregnant belly, feeling a wave of jealousy wash over her.

“I want whatever will leave the smallest scar.” she spoke softly. “I just don’t wanna end up having a long behind scar on my arm.” she managed to censor herself, knowing a child was probably within ear shot.

[adelaide-jensen]

drchadgrayson:

“We can do both! It’ll be a pinky swear with a differnece. I’ll promise to motivate, as long as you hold up your end of the deal.”

“Pinky Swear with a twist? I’m in. I’ll do my best to hold up my end of the deal.”

[adelaide-jensen]

drchadgrayson:

“I hope so Jensen. No quitting– I don’t have to make you pinky swear, right?”

“You may have too, Greyson. Unless you help motivate me to.”

[adelaide-jensen]

drchadgrayson:

“Lovely! Those are good words to live by. Have you tried to put it into effect as yet?”

“I think I am going to start listening to them more now,”

[adelaide-jensen]

littlebadwolfe:

“Oh now, that is truly, truly awful. You might just have won my affections for an evening… if you can handle it.”

“Girl, your feet must be tired because you’ve been running through my mind all night.”

[adelaide-jensen]

littlebadwolfe:

Nora drank her whiskey all at once, before looking at Adelaide. “Unless you’re going to use your best worst line on me, you’re not going to get lucky tonight Adelaide.”

After downing her drink, she leaned close “Can I have your phone number? I’ve seem to have lost mine.”

[adelaide-jensen]

littlebadwolfe:

“You can charm me all you want, but until I have my big drink, you’ll never be able to truly understand just how wonderful my curves are when there are no red dresses draped over them.”

“Oh woe is me,” she drawled out dramatically. Taking her drink when it was brought to her, she looked to the blonde, sipping from her glass. “It was worth a shot,” she sipped from the glass again. 

[adelaide-jensen]

littlebadwolfe:

“I’ve been drinking rum and coca-cola all night, but now I’m building to my big drink, in the hopes that a small Bayside girl like me, alone, in a dress that shows off a little too much cleavage can entice someone, maybe pretty, maybe hot, maybe charming, definitely funny but not funny looking to try their best bad pick up line on me, in the hopes that I’ll escort them home, and shudder out of my itty, bitty dress right before their eyes. So, Adelaide, my brunette conversation companion, I’ll have a Maker’s Mark. Straight. No junk in it.”

“And with this ten dollar bill I’d like to insist that you also have one with me.”

“Classic combination, I certainly do enjoy myself some Jack and Coke though. I’m more of a Whiskey and Vodka kinda woman.” she noted with a smile, looking to the blonde beside her, eyes scanning over the dress as she spoke about it. “I’ll take Jack on the rocks.” she smiled to the bartender before leaning closer to Nora, “That is a really nice dress you know.. it fits your curves very nicely.”

[adelaide-jensen]

littlebadwolfe:

“Lucky for you, I’m not married.”

“Well that’s good to know..” she leaned her elbow on the bar, “What’re you drinkin?”

[adelaide-jensen]

sheppardxfortus:

“Right right Italian….. What does that mean?”

“It means.. ‘ You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination. ‘ “

[adelaide-jensen]

patrick-rp-bayside:

“Well, thank you. A lot of blood and sweat went into that place, so it’s nice to know someone cared besides me.” Patrick said, giving her a small smile. “That’s great, cooking for yourself is important. Knowing what actually goes into what you’re eating is key to living a healthy life, a lot of stupid people don’t get that.”

“I can imagine, it certainly takes a lot of dedication to create a beautiful masterpiece that gets photographed and consumed shortly after.” She commented with a smile. “I love knowing what does into my food, I’ll eat takeout sometimes, but I usually cook or go somewhere healthy.”

[adelaide-jensen]

column-by-beth:

“I-i-it’s f-fine. D-don’t b-blame y-y-yourself be-because I’m g-good at h-hiding. I… I was also at c-college d-du-during that time. S-s-sure. S-sounds g-gr-great.” 

“Great, I’ll be seeing you on Wednesday then,”