it sounds so sarcastic

Waitering lessons with Azusa Part 2
逆巻カナト(CV.梶 裕貴) & 無神アズサ(CV.岸尾だいすけ)
Waitering lessons with Azusa Part 2

Another favourite scene of mine from the tokuten drama cd that I got with the Sofmap bonus of Lunatic Parade. Kanato and Azusa are working as waiters and this scene follows exactly after where the first “Waitering lessons with Azusa” post I made left off, with Azusa continuing to teach an irritated Kanato how to be a waiter. So here’s more of Kanato being 1000% done with everything. I hope you enjoy! ꉂ(′ ॢꇴ ॢ‵๑))

Please do not repost this translation anywhere.

Azusa: Next, you carry the cake you received from the kitchen… to the customer’s table but…. before carrying the cake… it’s good… if you add this.

Kanato: Hey… Azusa… What…. are you doing…?

Azusa: A good luck charm to make it delicious… I’m sprinkling… shichimi togarashi onto it.

Kanato: No, that’s strange, isn’t it? Fresh cream and shichimi togarashi definitely don’t go together, do they not?!

Azusa: Eh? I wonder? But… *munching noises* Mmm… It’s delicious!

Kanato: Hey! Don’t just help yourself to the store’s products! Even though I’m holding myself back!

Azusa: Ah…. I couldn’t resist. Sorry…. Um…. Kanato-san, do you also want to try?

Kanato: I don’t need it! Spicy cake is definitely not tasty.

Azusa: You think? What a waste….

Kanato: That aside, you’re going to teach me various things aren’t you? Could you hurry up and let me finish this?

Azusa: Right… Then, in practice, try carrying…. this cake… to the table.

Kanato: Huh? That’s half-eaten you know.

Azusa: It’s fine. Right now… it’s practice.

Kanato: Ah, is that so.

Azusa: Place this cake… onto the tray…. and then… we need to add the warm coffee. You use a coffee mill… to grind…. the beans. Kanato-san, have a try.

Kanato: No. Since it’s practice, isn’t it fine to just pretend we’ve actually done it?

Azusa: You can’t do that. This… is quite difficult so…. Come on, try it out. Hey, hurry.

Kanato: Tch, I get it. I’ll do it already! Happy now?!

Kanato: Something like this is clearly simple. All you have to do is turn the handle. 

Kanato: Hey…. why does it stop?

Azusa: The coffee beans… might’ve been stuck. You need to turn it… more thoroughly.

Kanato: Tch…. Could you not complain about my actions? Ughhh geez, all of this is such a pain! Please move. Move! Uwaahh!! A-arghhh….

Azusa: A-are you alright?

Kanato: Hey… My apron…. is covered in shichimi togarashi coated cream….

Azusa: Eh? But…. That… was because Kanato-san…. was turning the handle too forcibly…

Kanato: Shut up! Are you saying that I’m the one at fault? It’s because you had to leave such a task to me!

Azusa: Ka-Kanato-san, calm down.

Kanato: Shut up! Shut up! I will not hang around with you any longer! I’m going home!

Azusa: No, you can’t…! Wait…!

anonymous asked:

Do you think kagami is a sexist writer (referring to seraph of the end)?

Hi anon! sorry for the late answer, college happens ;_; 

Okey so, uhm, yeah. I think he is a sexist writer. But… I thought everyone was aware of that??? ONS has idk 4, 5 years? we’ve all noticed this at some point. In the LN’s, for example, Sayuri was almost raped, even though it was said that she was pretty strong, and yeah yeah the hiragi mens are stronger, whatever like… was that necesary for the plot?

I also read somewhere that Mito was okey with Guren doing that to her?? or something (i haven’t read all the novels so i’m not sure about this information) wtf dudes, wtf.

the manga is more evident, of course: all the guys being stronger than womens, always rescuing them even if again it was point out that they were suposed to be stronger since, you know, had more years of training?? and I think we all agree that Krul losing against Ferid has zero reasons Oh, and of course, all the girls have to be in love with the protagonist. Why!? i would never understand this, Yuu and Guren are not that likeable. And yeah, it’s a shounen, and it’s supposed to be for men, but that doesn’t justify it. 

If you are talking about sexism in the last chapter, well, I first thought that both (men and women) were supossed to had sex/desire to awaken the power of their demons, I thought it was something logical, since are demons, but then I discover that it was just for girls, like: 


It just has zero sense. Again

Maybe, the reason for me to not be angry, is that I know how kagami write her female characters: in the worst posible way. And by this time, everyone should know it. I dropped ons some time ago and just for curiosity entered to the tag and found all of this.


Although, it made me kinda curious that when Sayuri (and Mito, it seems) went through the same thing, not so many people argue about it? like, i do saw a post with very few notes and nothing more, and when is about Shinoa may or not may sleeping with Yuu (let’s pray for this to not happen, my baby Shinoa deserve better) all the fandom explodes

My Fake Boyfriend Part 5

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2200

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 Part 4 

credits to the gif owner

Originally posted by bovaria

Saying that shopping with your mother was the most boring and tiring thing you have ever done in your life was an understatement. She made you try every single dress that she found cute or that she thought you would look cute on you. It didn’t matter if you liked it or not, she was in charge.

After hours of trying things on and not finding anything that you and your mother agreed on, you decide to go to a small boutique outside the city. You used to always go shopping there when you lived here and you had faith that you would find something that you liked and your mother agreed.

“You should have bought that last dress, you looked beautiful in it.” You watch as your mother starts the car “It was a white lace dress, the bride would kill me and I’m planning on going back home safe and sound.” You say in a serious tone, you didn’t want to cause any more drama.

“You could always use it with James; I don’t know, you were just so beautiful in that dress.” You put your hand on your mother's shoulder squeezing it lightly “It’s a little earlier to start thinking about wedding dresses, don’t you think?”

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gets a lil’ steamy at the end ;)

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She sat in the middle of the Salvatore living room, a warm log fire crackling behind her and sending up flickering orange embers. She was in the middle of the lounge, legs folded over the plush carpet, head bent down in concentration, a thin layer of sweat gathering across her brow. She wore old and ripped black skinnes with a plain white tee, her hair tied up in a messy knot atop her head, strands sticking out here and there. A series of curse words tumbled off her pouted lips, her eyes fluttering open as she growled and grabbed the unlit candle in front of her before promptly sending it flying across the room and smashing into the wall. She breathed in the warm and woody scent of the open room, coming to her feet and narrowing her eyes as they landed on a concerned looking vampire.

“What do you want?” she snapped at Damon before blowing a piece of hair from her eyes.

His dark hair was messy, smoldering eyes avoiding hers, glass of bourbon in hand, as usual.

He pursed his lips, fingers fidgeting, obviously nervous as he responded, “I know you’ve been having some trouble getting your magic to work…”

“And?” she stood her ground, toes sinking into the fluffy carpet.

“I know I can’t really do anything to help you,” he started.

Her brilliantly bright eyes narrowed, and she bit at the inside of her cheek with worry, “you didn’t.”

“He can help you.”

Her heart dropped in her chest, anger flaring as she took three strides forward with her eyes locked on his shameful expression. Suddenly, the glass in Damon’s hand exploded, sending shards everywhere, and liquid pouring across his front. It sliced red into his skin, which healed itself at once, but didn’t wipe that shocked look off his face.

“You still want to tell me you have everything under control?” he growled under his breath.

She turned her back to him, eyes closing as she took in a deep breath, instant guilt settling in, hands running agitatedly through her hair.

“Look, Damon, I’m sor-” she turned back, eyes coming open and landing on someone who was most certainly not a Salvatore.

“Hey, princess.”

Kai was bent against the wooden door frame, arms folded across his chest, blue eyes drinking her up with a flick of his tongue against his rounded lips. He wore a dark tee with a bluish grey flannel, and it matched those eyes, she thought. His hair was perfectly smoothed up, eyebrows raised as a familiar smug expression settled across his infuriatingly perfect features.

“Kai,” she growled.

“Don’t sound so happy to see me,” he said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.

“I’m not,” she insisted.

His eyes narrowed, and he smiled to himself, “mhm, sure.”

“I have this under control,” she said, eyes pulling away from his.

“Say it one more time, and you might actually believe yourself,” he chuckled with a couple steps forward.

She clenched her jaw, and it pulsated lightly as she did her best to keep grounded.

“Aw, did I make you mad?” he said, picking up on this as well as the flare of her cute little nostrils.

“Leave,” she breathed, refusing to look at him.

“No,” he responded, coming closer to her, only a few steps away now.

“LEAVE,” she demanded, the fire in the grate flaring up to twice it’s size as she said it, her anger flooding into her magic without ease.

Suddenly his hands were on hers, fingers locking gently around her wrists, the familiar buzz of magic from his skin sending electrical currents into hers. As he held her, he worked her through the rush, and the fire slowly sunk down, resuming it’s natural glow and flicker after only a second. She took in a raspy breath, eyes opening again to meet Kai’s, her body going into overdrive from the close contact.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, gulping down the lump in her throat.

His lips twitched lightly before splitting into his familiar and goofy grin, “your emotions,” he smiled, dimples lighting his cheeks.

“What about them?” she asked, aware that his hands were still resting against her flesh.

“They’re all over the place,” he said. “That’s why your magic has been all over the place. Your emotions make you have this lack of focus that either results in you doing too little or doing too much.”

“Oh,” she said with disbelief.

He shook his head and dropped her wrists with a chuckle, “you can’t stand when I’m right.”

Kai waved his hands, and the broken candle reformed and zoomed back into place on the carpet, still flameless. The girl sunk onto her knees to sit on the carpet, and Kai towered over her and walked circles around her like predator after prey.

“Light it,” he commanded.

She shot a glare up at the heretic, who only winked in response. Sighing with exasperation, she focused back on the candle, mind buzzing as she urged a flame to appear, feeling more hopeless by the second when it remained stagnant. She bit her tongue, trying again and taking a sharp breath in when absolutely nothing happened.

“That’s what I thought,” Kai said, stooping down to her level.

“Going to mock me?” she hissed.

“No,” he blinked in surprise, sounding genuinely honest.

She didn’t say anything, she only pursed her lips and gave a small nod.

“Relax,” he encouraged softly, “don’t work yourself so hard.”

Kai trailed a finger in the air, and as he did so her hair came undone and went spilling in loose waves across her shoulders. Then he traced a little swirling motion with his slender fingers, which caused her shoulders to settle and body to ease into relaxation. The pressure on her chest seemed to lift, the heat inside of her dissipating. He nodded, approving of his work and smiling at her adorable and confused expression.

“Good,” he said, moving around to come behind her.

Kai got on his knees behind her, the tiniest of gaps between their bodies as he sunk into her back, hands wrapping around her body from behind and sliding up her arms, cool silver rings grazing her skin as his fingertips drew gently to her palms.

“Close your eyes,” he breathed soothingly, “and try again.”

So she did. Her eyes closed, fingers separating as she took in a deep breath. But as she did so, Kai’s overpowering scent entered her lungs, and her mind instantly went into a haze as she drowned in the smell of pine trees and dark spices. His soft flannel wrapped around her as he did, and she couldn’t help but find herself wanting to bury her face into the cozy fabric that pressed into her. Worst of all was that feeling of his chest pressing hard into her back, his heart thumping softly as his breath came trickling across her skin.

“Y/N?” he asked, giving her wrists a gentle squeeze. “What’s wrong?”

She tried with all her might to ignore Kai and get the flame to spark, but it wouldn’t budge.

“I’m having trouble…focusing,” she mumbled under her breath, eyes closing as she gave another attempt.

She could almost hear the smirk in his voice when he responded, “why’s that?”

She tried to formulate a clever response, but was met with nothing, so chose to ignore him. She shook her head, eyes narrowing as she embraced Kai’s closeness rather than getting distracted by it, and just like that-

“Impressive,” he smiled.

A flame burst to life, flickering gold and red and dancing side to side.

She let out a happy little giggle, “it worked!”

“See? Your emotions,” Kai persisted.

“Or I just figured it out,” she said to the candle, fully aware that Kai was still wrapped around her.

“Magic is driven by emotion, little witch,” he purred softly into her ear, “and if you don’t believe it when I say it, maybe you will when you feel it.”

Kai’s voice had dropped low, and her eyes latched to his momentarily, her head turning to the side as his eyes darkened. The heretic pushed his hands further down, so that his fingers now came lacing through her own, his magnificent blue eyes darting between her own eyes and lips. He bent in closer, force fully pressed into her backside as he breathed across her skin.

“It can be driven by joy, anger, sadness, and even…” he trailed off.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, heart hammering as he dipped his lips inwards.

“Desire,” he finished.

He let her make the decision, which she didn’t think for two seconds about before delving into his lips. Her mouth came crashing against his, a new wildfire starting, but this one inside of her body. Kai squeezed her hands as he rocked his hips lightly into her backside, earning a soft noise of approval from her. He liked the sound a lot, he wanted to hear it again, he thought. Their lips worked in sync, fast and hungry, but this position not being enough for her, she flipped the heretic onto his back and climbed over his chest, straddling him as she shook her hair back and brought her hands sliding across his chest. His hands went flying up, cold rings to her flesh as he went about seizing her head and forcing her back down to his lips, her own hands finding their way into his brown locks. Each brush of their flesh sent a wave of ecstasy like magic into each other’s bloodstream, the need to taste and feel it all rising in their chests. She rolled her hips softly against him, causing Kai’s mouth to fall open, at which point her tongue found it’s way into his mouth. Kai growled with hunger, mouths refusing to part as they both kissed until they had no breath left, each waiting to see if they could hold out longer than the other. His hands went sliding around her thighs and squeezing them roughly, about to hook into them when the two were suddenly aware of a burning sensation. A huge ring of fire had erupted from the candle alone, the magic bursting out from her because of her hunger and lust being all over the place, and it now swarmed their bodies, engulfing the carpet and crawling closer. The girl cursed, having no idea what to do as she stared at the fire with panic, but then she felt Kai’s slender fingers trail across her cheek, and she looked back down at him. He signalled to take a deep breath with him, so she did, closing her eyes and focusing on him, opening them soon after to a fire-less room. Kai blinked up at her with admiration, a proud smirk forming on his lips, blue eyes crinkling with knowing.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I was just wondering if you had any genderfluid newsie headcanons?

Boy do I!

  • Jack is genderfluid but goes between masculine and nonbinary, so he sticks mostly with he/him pronouns
  • I’ve headcanoned Crutchie as a demiboy for a while, and Crutchie requests they/them pronouns from the people close to them because they feel really dysphoric
  • Romeo is genderfluid and presents differently on different days and is just so confident about it everyone wishes they could be more like that
  • Finch is also genderfluid and uses they/them pronouns and didn’t realize that not everybody felt the same way they did until Romeo explained it
  • Davey has no idea how to explain his gender and like Jack he uses he/him but he also just kinda knows that he isn’t 100% a guy but he doesn’t know how to explain what it feels like when he isn’t a guy? so he mostly just goes with it and all his friends know he isn’t cis but he doesn’t make a big deal of it
  • Race is of the “The Gender Binary is a social construct and I don’t follow it so…” and presents as such and uses all pronouns and he and Romeo are best friend and Finch too
  • Specs is nonbinary and I know that that isn’t genderfluid but them being nonbinary is important to me so they get a shoutout
  • Katherine’s gender ranges everywhere from girl to nonbinary and everything in between and while she mostly uses she/her, like Crutchie there are days where they/them fits better and that’s what they ask to be called sometimes

anonymous asked:

Do you recommend boku no hero academia? I hear it's really good ( I also heard some rumoured ships too )

i can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic about my current obsession with bnha hmm

1000000000% RECOMMEND IT!!! I’m a liiiiittle biased but it’s soooo good and there’s so many characters to love, I ship almost everyone with everyone ja;sdlkk; please give the show a chance ;o;

me a month ago: i hate edm, its like the only genre i dont like ??? how can anyone listen to it?? why is it the charts?? its so lame and computer-generated and un-imaginative

fob: here’s an edm song

me: wow…this is original..who knew?! punk goes electronic..its brilliant.. so creative..they done this with real instruments? how amazing i love them

anonymous asked:

(hey iont wanna kill your vibe and you're a really cool dude an all but dyou think you could avoid using the word 'psychopath'? it's just. it's a slur. like a really outdated one against mentally ill people aaahhhhgg I'm sorry I hope you're having an absolutely lovely day I love your blog)

Oh sure I’m sorry!!! I don’t usually say it at all the question was just worded with it. but I won’t repeat it!!!!!

Road Trip {2} {Holland}

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Requested: Yes {Thank you all so much for the support. I honestly thought the first one was crappy.} [gounderoos even liked it :’)]

Synopsis: Your best friend Harrison and his friends join you on a road trip to a holiday house where you meet the cast for the first time. You have to deal with an awkward situation due to sleeping arrangements, along with a surprising discovery.

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So I was making my way downtown, scrolling in the ks tag you know enjoying the shit storm; when I found a gem. A literal gem, this gem. 

Now I just wanted to idk let’s put it as break this post down to my best ability so here we go. (The cuts are in chronological order.)

Since the webtoon is called killing stalking and is in fact categorized as adult horror and psychological, I’m not making this up btw don’t worry it’s here:

I don’t really think anyone was expecting the world’s cutest webtoon about friends going on lunch dates. Violence was obviously going to be a theme here. Sorry to surprise you though!

Okay but let me ask, how is it that gay relationships are suddenly incapable of being unhealthy and abusive? I obviously get their point but anyone who would generalize gay relationships between men basing their opinion of off this depiction of it, surely isn’t mature enough to even understand the context of the entire webtoon! It’s obviously abusive since I've stated before, violence is in fact a greater theme in this webtoon. Both characters are mentally unstable and traumatized. Let me tell you these kids aren’t even in a relationship, this is kidnapping. Yoonbum, the person getting kidnapped has wanted to escape countless times. He does not want to be there. This is not a love story. I’m sure if you would have read more about it you’d have known too, It’s okay.

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Merlin appreciation post. I’m in love with this gorgeous man, and so are Eggsy and Harry.

This man looked like Merlin, but Eggsy was sure as hell that he had never seen this person before. 

No clipboard. Cunning smile with a tricky glance. A casual black suit. A black polo with few undone buttons. A polo, which fabric stretched across his chest each time he moved, widening the edges of its collar and showing even more of an outlined collarbone with each move. And, of course, the jawline of a hunting dog. 

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valeriianz  asked:

“it seems we’re the only two people in this class that actually know what the fuck is going on want to team up for this project and ruin everybody’s lives” au - coliver, cos there seriously isnt enough fics with them as students

Clenching his fists, Connor wills himself to resist murdering the group of boys sitting on the tables in the middle of the room who just won’t shut up.

He pities their teacher, he really does but she’s gone running after another student who had walked out during class, leaving the rest of them to supposedly pick a project from the list on the board, find a partner and start working on their assignment which would be worth 25% of their final grade.

One of the boys on the table, blonde, built shoulders, never seen without a snapback, Connor’s pretty sure he made out with him once at a party and Connor is 90% sure his name is Kyle, pushes his friend to the ground and throws his head back in laughter at the thud the other boy’s body makes as it connects with the ground.

Connor rolls his eyes and for the millionth time swears never to make out with a guy when he’s wasted again but he says nothing.

The same cannot be said for the guy sitting in the right hand corner of the room. Oliver’s his name but Connor only knows that because he’s new which of course means everyone in his year was gossiping about him for a month.

Well Oliver’s not strictly new, he’s been here all year but not many people are dying to move to this small town in Michigan and their school rarely has any new students so Oliver will probably always be known as the new kid.

From across the room, Connor can see Oliver’s eyebrows frown and his lips purse together. His dark eyes are trained on the boisterous boys who are still laughing at their friend who’s now stood up and joined in but his laughter seems force and half-hearted.

“Ms. Winterbottom will be back in a minute so you should probably stop pushing each other around unless you want to get detention.”

Connor cringes, apparently six months in and Oliver still hasn’t learned to keep his nose out of things that could get him hurt.

Connor can’t see the expression that Kyle gives Oliver but he suspects it’s not good. He watches as Kyle’s shoulders tighten and he sits up a bit straighter, his dedicated gang watch him with wide eyes that are filled with half-amazement and half-fear.

“Maybe you should keep out of other people’s business Oliver.”

If Oliver’s affected by the words and Kyle’s low warning tone he doesn’t let on as he merely shrugs in response.

Connor expects Kyle’s fists to clench, for him to stand and march over to Oliver, grab him by the neck and threaten him with who knows what.

But he doesn’t, instead he merely looks at Oliver for another few seconds, Connor selfishly wishes that he had a better view so he could see the expression on Kyle’s face, just so he could have a piece of gossip to leverage over Michaela’s head, but then Kyle looks away and turns to his friends, his face perfectly masked.

Oliver turns away the moment Kyle does, as if their silent interaction held some mutual agreement and instead of going on his phone like most of the class is doing, he puts his pen to the paper and is doing…what Connor suspects to be unnecessary questions for class.

Connor watches him for another minute before looking away as to not seem creepy but that doesn’t mean his thoughts stray from Oliver.

Oliver’s smart. That much is clear. He vaguely remembers several teachers congratulating Oliver when handing back their tests or essays and causing Oliver’s ears to burn red and a slight proud smile to tug at his lip.

But something else is clear that’s much more important.

Oliver works to get the grades he does. He doesn’t sail through his exams, whenever they’ve a free period; Oliver is always doing some form of homework or study. He cares about his grades and his lessons and that’s important.

It’s certainly an essential quality to an efficient project partner who won’t slack off and make Connor do all the work.  

Connor finds himself silently grinning to himself because he thinks he might have just found himself a partner.

Oliver’s on the fifth question of his English homework when he hears a thud next to him.

Dropping his pen and whirling around to face the noise, Oliver suspects to find either Kyle sitting there, leaning into his threateningly or his teacher coming back into the room to start yelling at them for not following her instructions.

Thankfully it’s neither, instead it’s Connor.

Connor Walsh, the son of the prestigious local lawyer, the extremely good looking guy who is arguably one of the smartest people in their year next to Michaela Pratt.

Connor lifts his lips into a smirk and Oliver tries really hard not to visibly gulp but he can’t help himself.

“Hey” Connor greets smoothly

“H-Hi, em hi” Oliver says, his face becoming increasingly redder by the second.

If Oliver had been fooled by the vain hope that Connor didn’t notice it, Connor’s smirk lifting even further would have snapped him out of that real fast.

“You know I took you for a lot of things Hampton but being brave enough to stand up to Kyle Masterson isn’t one of them.”

Oliver frowns, unsure whether he’s being complimented or insulted.

“It’s not like Kyle’s intimidating.” Oliver replies simply

“No?” Connor asks, as if he’s genuinely curious

“No, he’s actually alright. I tutor him in maths.”

Connor’s eyebrows raise and Oliver gets the feeling he’s genuinely surprised and it’s not just a part of his allusive act.

“Really? Huh, that explains why he didn’t fight back more when you called him out.”

“Yes.” Oliver says dully “Anyway I’m sure you know him better than I do, you were the one who hooked up with him at Laurel’s party last month.”

Connor blinks, his face expressionless for a moment and Oliver waits, gripping his pencil and praying that he didn’t just say the wrong thing to the most powerful student in the school.

“I didn’t realise you were paying so much attention to me Hampton.”

Oliver shrugs, eyes drifting back to his copy and the questions that he should really continue working on.

“I could say the same for you.”

Connor grins, “Oh yes well there’s many things that I’ve come to learn about you but there’s only one that I’m concerned with at the moment.”

Oliver sighs, “And what’s that?”

“You’re smart; very smart. In fact it seems we’re the only two people in this class that actually know what the fuck is going on half the time. So, what do you say Hampton? Do you want to team up for this project and ruin everybody’s lives?

Oliver’s head slowly turns back to face Connor again. Oliver’s lips are drawn in a thin line and his forehead is slightly creased from the effort of raising one of his eyebrows.

“You want to work with me?”


“Because you think I’m smart?”


“How do you know-“

Connor is the one who sighs now, “Oliver you always know the answers to the questions and the teachers always smile and say ‘Excellent work Oliver’ when handing back your essays. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out even though for the record I am a genius, which is why I think we should put our super smart brains together and come up with a super smart project to beat everyone else. Plus you just told me you tutor Kyle.”

“Super smart? Damn you really are genius that sounds so eloquent.”

“Ha, ha” Connor comments sarcastically which makes Oliver smile, “So what do you say? You wanna be my partner for this project or not?”

Oliver considers him for a second or two before nodding, “Yeah…yeah alright.” Then he grins “Let’s beat all of their asses.”

Connor grins and when he spots the faint blush in Oliver’s cheeks and the prominent dimples he wears when he smiles, he thinks that he most definitely made the right decision in coming over here and talking to Oliver Hampton.  

“Great!” Connor replies a little over enthusiastically, but he puts that down to his determination to beat Michaela’s end of year grade which this project will hopefully help him achieve, “So which title do you want to pick?”

Oliver looks up at the five project options on the board, frowning in concentration as he internally weighs the pros and cons of each.

“What about the third one?”

Connor looks away from watching Oliver and focuses his gaze on the board.

“Huh” Connor says when he spots the one Oliver wants to do, it’s not the one he would have expected Oliver to choose but Connor’s not complaining, “Sounds interesting enough, I’m in.”

“Cool, yeah I just thought that it would be less boring than the others and I don’t know it appealed to me I guess.”

Connor hummed, “Yeah, ‘the most common ways of trying to get away with murder’ definitely sounds like something that’ll stand out.”

Oliver nods in agreement, “It does, so let’s get started shall we?”

Connor smiles, “Yeah…yeah that sounds good.”

A half hour later the missing girl is back in class, the teacher is yelling at students for sitting on the tables, Kyle is leaving the classroom with a nod at Oliver that says he’ll see him at the library later and Connor is putting Oliver’s number in his phone so they can arrange to meet up at the weekend and if he’s being completely honest, Connor’s got a really good feeling about this and an even better one about the new kid Oliver Hampton.


This one’s for @kiernaserea​ who requested a fic too. I love you so much, puppo, and I hope you like this!

Tony always dealt in numbers.

Emotions came in ratios, risks in proportions, lives came with probabilities and deaths came in percentages. They were all numbers and he understood them best that way. Philosophies intrigued them but he couldn’t do anything with them. They were up in the air; intangible. He played art with equations and his canvas was always filled with the future.

Which is why he didn’t understand partnership. 

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requested by @xomarti

A/N : This is just for all the ladies who feel ugly, fat or stupid ! You’re all beautiful the way you are. I love you.

Originally posted by stellarollins

I’m fat, ugly and fat… Oh wait I already said it.

I looked myself in underwear in the mirror. These love handles, these pounds overweight, a disgusting ass and thighs too thick. I hate myself. Since my delivery of my girl six months ago, Claire. She suddenly became the light of my life, it monopolizes all my time. I didn’t think that only a child can change a life so. I don’t have any more time to take care of ME and my marriage. I lost all the confidence which I had in me. Seth feels it and I know that he tries to help me to become again this woman whom he has loved. But it’s hard, so hard that we didn’t have sex since my delivery. It begins to annoy him and I understand him, he is a man after all.

“You’re finally sleeping.” I said in breath. I put my babygirl in her cradle. I actually love watch her sleeping, we are often only both at home, thus I got used to being alone with Claire.

“She’s so beautiful.” I heard Seth’s voice behind me, Then I felt one of his hands skipping on my hip which continued his way under my very large sweatshirt. “We made a good job.”

“Ye..ah.” I stuttered because of the stress that I felt at this moment, I believe even that we could see my heart beating through my item.

“I’ve always wanted to have a little me…” He whispered into my ear and I felt that he pressed me even more against him. His breath was hot on my neck. I also wanted it but I just couldn’t… He did not have to touch me nor see me naked.

“That’s… cool.”

“Come on babe, I want to spend some little time together.” His voice got deeper and deeper, I turned around to face him. He carried only a jogging. The room was rather dark, but a small lit light his face and I noticed that his eyes expressed many of desire. “You have no excuses tonight, babe.”

“I have to prepare her feeding-bott…” “I did it.” he replied. “I also have to clean our…” “The house is clean (Y/N)… I have done all of that baby.” He approached his face of mine but I was panicked, if he touches my body he will be disgusted and he’ll leave me.

“NO, NO, DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME !” I screamed by pushing of all my strengths. “LEAVE ME ALONE FOR GOD’S SAKE !”

Seth was a little confused then the traits of his face frowned and the anger could be read on his face.

“You see somebody else ?! Is there any other guys !” He raised the voice. I frowned, how could he think this about me ?! He knows me, I can’t do this !

“Are you Seth ? Do you think that I could do this to you ?”  I say by trying to hide an anger and my vexation.

“You don’t allow me to touch your body, me ! YOUR husband.” He pronounced the “your”, I didn’t want to tell him about my insecurity. “If it’s not that, what is it ?” he asked.

“You don’t need to know but I’m not cheating on you Seth.” I tried to touch his face but he stood back.

“I need to know everything. Talk.” He sounded so bossy.


“So I’m leaving.” He turned his back to me and he moved forward to the door, where did he want to go?

“Where are you going ?” I questioned him, by raising the voice a little bit.

“You don’t need to know, too.” he answered and left.

Strangely, I wanted to run to, catch up him and to explain him all which pass in my head but I could not. Something told me that we needed of this break.

The next day, Seth had not still returned. The worst in it it is because did not answer either my calls or my messages and that all his entourage had none news too. I wondered how he was able to disappear like that! I felt bad, it’s my fault if he had left. I sat in the conservatory watching for everything movement from the outside by hoping to see Seth returning. The concern ate away at me from the inside, only the laughter of my princess helped me to not crack. I realized that my lack of confidence in me was little by little to waste my life: I didn’t go out anymore, I see nobody anymore, I accepted no demand of exit between friends, I am jealous of my best friend who is still stunning even if she has two children. I stay at home as grandma.

He had to be in the surroundings 10pm when Seth’s black sedan parked in the driveway. I felt an indescribable enjoyment! He had finally returned, oh gosh…When he went out of his car, I could read on his face that he was more calmed. Then he passed in next to me, as a draft. I knew that he was resentful and that I had to make the first one the step.

I followed him through the house, “Seth, can we have a discussion ? Please !” I almost begged him.

“Oh, Mrs is willing to talk now. Let me announce to you, that it’s too late.” He sounded so sarcastic.

“It’s never too late !” I insisted.

We went at the same time into the room, he tried to go to the dressing room but I prevented him from entering by interposing me in front of him. The tension between us was enormous: so sexual as in anger. Seth had to measure some meters furthermore than me what put him in a strong position. I looked him straight in the eyes I did not know if I could tell me all that I had in my heart.

“Now I’m not asking you to listen to me, because you HAVE to listen to me.” I imposed this rule, a light smile took shape on his lips.

“I’m all ears.” He smirked.

I took a deep breath then I started to talk. “I tried to say it to you several but … It is some thing of complicated to say. Well, you’ll find maybe that ridiculous but …”

“Look at him.” He raised delicately my chin then he crashed the eyes in mine.

“But… Oh my god. I can’t !” I realized that it was even more complicated than I imagined. “It’s just so complicated Seth… If you wanna leave me, I’ll understand because I’m weak and you don’t deserve someone like me. I suck.” I groaned, angry at myself.

“Baby, I can’t believe it’s that serious. I know, you can’t cheat on me. So, talk to me (Y/N), please.” He took my hands between his and tightened them hardly.

“So… After the birth of Claire, I lost all the confidence which I had in me and now I am horrible. I don’t support looks of people and above all when you touch me. Why ? Because I feel that I am big and that I am not anymore like before. And that you touch this body … You deserve better. If I cannot accept this, I know that you cannot accept this too.”

“This is why you did not more want to make him it ?” he asked.

I nodded.

“You thought that I will be disgusted by your new body ?”

I nodded once again.

He embraced me then he held me tighter by plunging his face into my hair. I had just revealed him what prevent me from living during six months, and I feel if light now. To hide from him in was maybe a big error. I was especially afraid that he confirms me all my thoughts.

“These ” extra kilos" as you calls them are the memory of the most beautiful thing which arrived to us. And I find that it suits you very well, I adore them these plump buttocks, these well furnished breasts and these beautiful hips. Your body is magnificent as it is, you are magnificent. You will have to learn to love yourself again and I am going to help you.“ He said softly against my ear. "I love you” he added by kissing my neck.