lets go get my nice suit

library au part ?? (with Klance under the cut)
  • On a sad note, Shiro started working at the library because he wanted a more calm place to be after serving time in the army but still help the public
  • He was badly injured in a skirmish and lost his arm but he got a prosthetic
  • Some patrons are a bit weary when they see it but kids think it’s super rad and he likes to tell the kids that he’s a cyborg working here in secret and they absolutely love it
  • Whenever he hears a loud crash or someone yelling suddenly though he jolts immediately and has to try and recenter himself
  • Okay back to a happier note
  • Hunk is the one to typically bring in treats for the staff, like cookies or donuts or if they know they’ll all have a busy day, he’ll surprise them with a big breakfast buffet sort of thing
  • Coran does the closing announcements (“The library will be closing in 15 minutes…” ect..) and he’ll accidentally bump the wrong button sometimes and the phone’s hold music will start to play over the intercom instead and he spends an eternity trying to turn it off
  • What Pidge doesn’t wanna tell him is he just has to hang up (she like to watch the world burn, honestly)

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Broken Part One: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/160710394889/broken-sign-on-the-dotted-line-and-everything

BROKEN PART TWO

Ten months later

The coffee shop that you normally went to every morning was closed for repairs. You had to go fifteen minutes out of your way to get your daily coffee fix.

It had been a regular morning. You woke up and made breakfast for the kids before sending them off to school. They only had a few weeks left before Christmas break. They were very excited about being out of school for the next three weeks.

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I’m Yours

Request: hayes imagine where you two are getting ready for an awards show and you have your hair and makeup people helping and you and hayes and the guys are all just hanging out while getting ready and hayes can’t believe how georgous you look and the guys are all shocked so hayes like keeps touching and hugging and kissing you to make everyone know your his. thanks girlie!! love ur blog❤

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could you do a hayes grier imagine where him & y/n are dating and they hang out at his house with all the guys?

a/n; I combined the two requests since they kinda go together, and one was kind of vague as to what happens so

Word Count: 810

Pairing: Hayes Grier X Reader


Y/N’s P.O.V

I rolled my eyes as the guys somehow ended up in the kitchen where I was getting ready, I couldn’t turn to face them since I was having my hair curled. The blinds all pulled up to let lots of light in, “what are you guys doing?” I asked, looking as far back towards them as I could, “waiting.” I heard spread out across the room, I sighed, looking back in front of me, the makeup artist just got here so she’s setting up. 

“What kind of look are we going for?” She asked, ignoring the noise from everyone else, “modern, but not crazy.” I answered, I pulled up a picture of my dress for tonight, so she would know what type of colors to use. Hayes appeared in front of us making me smile, “hi babe.” I grabbed his hand as it rested on the counter next to me, “hey, baby.” He smiled at me, glancing back over at the guys who weren’t really paying any attention. 

“You look nice.” I told him, looking him over, he was almost wearing a suit, he was just missing the tie basically, but it looked nice, mature and polished. “Thank you.” He laughed, letting go of my hand as one of the guys called him over. “He’s sweet.” My hairstylist said, tugging gently on a piece of hair, pulling it into an updo, I closed my eyes as the eye shadow brush started coming towards my face. “And so it begins.” I mumbled, hearing the boys get even more rowdy, without a doubt getting documented on Snapchat by Johnson. 

“And here we have Y/N, getting pulled around by her hair.” I heard Johnson, as my head got pulled to the side by my hair, I laughed, “vlog or Snapchat?” I asked, not opening my eyes, since I couldn’t. “Vlog.” He answered, I nodded subtly, not wanting to mess up anything. 

“I just have to get dressed.” I assured Hayes as I walked past him, he grabbed my hand, making me turn towards him. He planted a kiss on my lips before letting me go, normally Madison and I helped each other get into our more elaborate dresses, but she’s out of town right now, so I’m on my own. 

I resisted the urge to bite my lip as I struggled to reach the zipper on my dress, “why couldn’t it be on the side?” I mumbled to myself, sticking my head out into the hall. “Hayes!” I shouted down the stairs, “someones in trouble.” I heard faintly followed by his footsteps thumping up the stairs. Hayes raised his eyebrows at me as I came into his view. “I can’t get the zipper.” I explained turning my back towards him. 

I watched in the mirror in front of me as the dress got pulled together, hugging me just right. It was a simple black dress, snug at the top but slightly looser once it got past my hips, spaghetti straps on top to help hold the v-neck up, cut outs on my waist. But it still had an element of class, it showed skin, but not in an obnoxious way. 

“Well, damn.” Hayes met my eyes in the mirror, I turned in his light grasp of my waist, his hands on the skin showing in the cut outs, “ready?” I asked, reaching to grab his hand. He nodded, asking me if I had everything I needed before we started our descent downstairs. My heels clicked on the wood stairs, slowly but surely everyone started shutting their mouths as I came into view. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks by all the attention, they normally don’t see me this way, it’s normally a “she’s Hayes’ girlfriend and she’s younger than us” way, but now I don’t look like I’m as young as I am. The dress in combination with the hair and makeup ages me, in a good way. 

I cleared my throat, realizing we were all kind of just standing there, I felt Hayes’ hand rest on the small of my back, slightly lower than where it normally is. I glanced at him, but didn’t say anything, I’ll let him have his little moment. 

“Ready?” I asked everyone as we stepped off of the last step, Hayes’ hand still on my back. “Uh, yeah.” The only two who had really stopped looking at me early on were Nash and Gilinsky, since they have girlfriends. “Let’s go then.” I mumbled, walking away from them, feeling Hayes wrap his arm around me some more. A quick kiss left on my temple. “I’m yours, Hayes, you don’t have to keep showing them.” I mumbled, looking up at him as everyone followed behind us. 

“I know but you just look so good.” He whispered in my ear, his eyes shooting a warning glance behind us. 

Word Count: 3122
Author’s Note: I had two Scotty requests come in nearly back to back. One was for ‘Scotty lovin’, and the other, from @hesgonnalovethis requested a fic where the reader was younger than Scotty, and had to convince him the age difference wasn’t a terrible thing. I hope I’ve met both these requests in this fic. Enjoy!
P.S. Ensign Stabby is not my original idea. I saw one of the many ‘humans are the scariest aliens’ posts a while ago that referenced Ensign Stabby, and thought it was exactly the kind of shenanigans they would get up to in Engineering. So please know that I totally borrowed that, and credit belongs elsewhere!!!


The Enterprise was the most coveted assignment in the entire fleet, and you’d managed to pull an assignment on the ship as your very first out of the Academy. You couldn’t have been more thrilled. Or at least, you thought you couldn’t be more thrilled. Then you met your supervisor, and you were even more excited. Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott was a rising star in Starfleet, and was approaching living legend status, just as most of the other senior crew were.

You reported to Engineering and were astonished to discover the man himself waiting to welcome you.

“Ensign Y/L/N?” He asked, as you walked into Engineering. You nodded. “Welcome to the Enterprise. I expect you’ll want to settle into your quarters? Follow me.”

He led you to your room, firing off random information about the ship as the fixtures in the halls prompted him. He keyed in the authorization to open your quarters, and showed you in.

“These are your quarters. Keenser’s are on your left and Kevin’s are on your right. You’ll learn to not mind Kevin, he has a thing against pants. Your replicator has standard programming, but I’m sure you figured out how to rig them in your first year at the Academy. If you’re having problems with getting it set for your preferences, I can give you a hand,” he rambled. He almost seemed nervous. “Laundry and housekeeping bots come through on odd days. Keep an eye out for Ensign Stabby.”

“Ensign Stabby?” You echoed.

“It’s a floor cleaning robot, and a group of junior engineers thought it would be amusing to equip it with a blade,” Scotty explained, lifting the cuff of his pants slightly. There was a sharp tear in the leather of his boot.

“And you call it Ensign Stabby?” You wrinkled your brow.

“He’s a right ornery wee bastard, too,” Scotty nodded. You shook your head and sighed. It seemed the Enterprise wasn’t that much different that the Engineering dorms at the Academy.

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Whoops

Summary- One of Lance siblings gets married and his family teases him that he has no date to bring along to the wedding.

Pairing- Hance/Hanceome

Chapters: Oneshot

This is for @hunkiest-hunk and also for Valentine’s day!!!! Ily Tobi and I love Hance


The house was filled with laughter and smiles and the clinking of glasses as the celebration for Lance’s sister getting engaged commenced. His aunts and uncles and cousins mingled around the house and backyard, a pleasant buzz was tinged throughout the atmosphere.

Little to Lance’s knowledge, there had been a betting pool passed around on who he would be taking to the wedding, seeing as ever since he got back from space and became a paladin of Voltron, he was surrounded by people who would jump at the chance to go with him.

Lance was talking with his cousins when his sister and her fiance tapped him on the shoulder starting up a conversation with him.

“So Lance! It seems that you’re the only one without a date.” Francis, his sister’s fiance, teased

Lance blushed, and stuttered, “Uh- well I- uhm.”

He looked around desperately and his eyes fell on a tall husky boy with dark skin. He wore a yellow shirt and laughed at something funny his cousin had said. He had a few scars scattered on his arms, the years of fighting shown proudly. His heart warmed at his best friend, Hunk’s, dazzling smile and he immediately pointed at him.

“Hunk, of course. He’s my best friend.”

His sister’s face lit up and she screamed “I knew it!” at her fiance, before running off somewhere. Francis sighed saying something like “Great, now I owe her money.” and “my money was on that angry little emo kid.” before he walked off after her.

Lance blinked confused before shrugging and walking over to said best friend.

Surely this wouldn’t be a big deal.


Spoiler alert: It was.

The news of Lance taking Hunk to the wedding spread like wildfire. But heck, in Lance’s family? With everyone right there? Of course it did. Lance paid it no mind, except of course, when people would go up to him and say “Man, I thought it was going to be Keith!” or “You know, I have a friend who’d love to go with you…”, that always annoyed him.

“Hey Lance!” someone called. Lance, expecting it to be yet another one of his cousins teases, was about to tell them off when he was met face to face with the person he was supposed to be taking to the wedding.

His face lit up, “Oh hey buddy! What’s up?”

Hunk smiled at him before scrunching his brows, “Well, you see, your family keeps smiling at me and shaking my hand and congratulating me? Some of them say something like ‘I have more money now, thanks to you.’ or something?”

Lance could feel the color drain from his face. Oh. So that’s why. He thought, already knowing that he was going to get teased a lot, and already knowing people were going to try and get him to change his answer.

He sighed and shrugged “Oh you know my family…probably making something up… Oh! But uhm, hey, so do you want to go to the wedding with me? I mean…even if it wasn’t specifically with me, you’d still go cause you’re, y’know, practically a part of the family anyway, but I mean, if you go with me you could probably get some sweet deals at the-” Hunk put a finger on his lips to silence him.

“Dude, of course I’ll come with you. You’re my best friend, so why wouldn’t I?” Hunk accepted, nudging Lance with his arm before continuing to talk about what the dress code was, and whether a suit was mandatory or just a dress shirt and slacks with nice shoes was allowed. Lance let out the breath he had subconsciously been holding, somehow being nervous about one little thing. He brushed these confusing feelings aside and went to listen to Hunk’s rant about suits.

Yeah, maybe it would come back to bite him, but for now…this is fine.


      Lance was increasingly feeling like it was getting over his head, the closer the wedding came.

“So Lance, how’s Hunk.” his Dad asked, grinning at the indignant look Lance sent him.

“He’s fine Dad.” Lance huffed.

“Well I’m sorry for asking about your boyfriend.” his dad teased, Lance’s face heating up at the word boyfriend. “It’s just that we’ve been sure that you’ve had a crush on Hunk since you were little,” Lance buried his face into his hands and groaned, “so we’re just really happy for you guys.”

     Lance’s face still burned as he thought about his childhood. He thought about how when he was little he had maybe a crush on Hunk, but most people usually have crushes on their friends as kids…right? Even then, he maybe possibly had a small crush on Hunk in his middle school years and just maybe he had a eensy teensy weensy little crush on Hunk throughout the garrison and maybe that followed him to space and back but, that’s just how normal crushes are, right?….

Right?

Lance sighed, knowing he was screwed and immediately accepting his fate.

He started listening to the dinner conversation after that.


       It was approaching the day of the wedding, Lance had already gotten his suit and he was just helping his sister get ready for it, picking out her dress, getting her hair done, etc. So it was a big relief when he got a break from that and just hangout with Hunk.

“Hey, do you think this would look okay?” Hunk said from behind the changing room door.

Okay so, maybe they were still doing wedding related stuff but it was still fun!

          Lance looked up from his phone and saw Hunk step out wearing a dark suit with a light yellow button up shirt and a black tie. Lance smiled as he admired Hunk, looking him up and down before nodding at him, giving his approval. Hunk smiled and went back into the changing room to go back to his normal clothes.

          Lance sighed and smiled, before realizing that he’d eventually have to tell Hunk about how his family thinks that him and Hunk are in a relationship. He could feel the blood draining from his face as he thought about the possibility that Hunk might get mad at him for not telling him. That, or he’ll say that he doesn’t want to go to the wedding anymore.

Lance sucked in a breath.

He’ll just tell Hunk the day of, it seems.


The day was here.

Lance took a deep breath as he nervously fixed his tie and ran his hand through his hair. He heard the knock at the door and opened it up to see a slew of bridesmaids trail in along with the flowergirls.

         Lance looked back before seeing Hunk in the doorway. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the gorgeous man in front of him. He hadn’t worn the headband and his hair was pushed back and off his forehead, he wore a white button up with the sleeves pushed up and a black bow tie tied neatly around his neck. He was holding his jacket over his shoulder and his eyes shown.

After what seemed like hours, Lance blinked and felt like he could breathe again.

Lance cleared his throat and smiled, moving to the side and letting Hunk through. He shut the door after Hunk entered, biting his lip as he thought of something to say.

“You look good…really good.” Lance blinked and looked at Hunk who he could see the barest hint of a blush on. Lance grinned, feeling his face heat up.

“T-thanks…you look really nice too.”Lance nodded at Hunk’s attire.

He looked over to his sister who seemed to be ready. “Shall we?” he asked, taking his place in line as they entered the cathedral part, leading Hunk to a seat.

Before it started he quickly leaned over to Hunk, “Oh by the way, my family thinks we’re dating.”

Hunk looked at him before hunching over and covering his face. Lance was about to ask if he was okay but then he heard Hunk’s laughter. Hunk sat back up and suppressed a few giggles before simply saying “Ok. But we’re talking about this later.”, he didn’t look mad, and on the contrary, he looked extremely happy.


       Once the vows were exchanged and the kiss happened, they had taken photos, and now they were proceeding to the after party. Once Lance met back up with Hunk after the family photos, they started talking about something or other, before Lance was pulled away and on to the dance floor.

      Lance would look over every once in a while to see Hunk who seemed to mostly be bopping his head to the music or chatting with the other people who also decided not to dance. Once Lance was finally allowed to sit down, he was sweaty and hot. Hunk smiled at him and offered him water, who gladly took it.

“Having fun?” Hunk asked, Lance nodded smiling around his glass.

“But you know…we have to talk about us…’dating’?” Hunk prompted, biting his lip and raising his brows.

Lance nearly choked on his water.

“Uh well uhm.. I just… I mean- if you don’t like it I’ll tell everyone right away, but I just thought that-” Lance stuttered, trying not to feel too bad.

Hunk chuckled, “Well actually, you see I was wondering if instead of fake it was….real?” his confidence tapered off at the end and under the dim lights it was hard to see but he could see the reddish tint of a blush on the darker boy’s cheeks.

Lance was stunned silent. Hunk shifted uncomfortably until he just bit his lip and looked away, Lance could see the hurt in his eyes, along with tiny tears. “N-nevermind it was stupid-”

Lance shot out of his seat and shoved his face close to Hunk’s. “No! No I mean, I…I want to be in a relationship with you….a real one.” Lance tried to stop himself from smiling but he couldn’t hold it all in. Hunk’s look of relief and pure happiness caused a surge of happy little butterflies to flutter around his stomach. Lance dropped his eyes from Hunk’s warm earth tone eyes to his lips. He brought his eyes back to Hunk’s and propped a silent question, to which Hunk wordlessly answered.

Lance brought his face closer to Hunk’s and well… let’s just say sparks flew between them.

Ripples - Part 2

Originally posted by urmychilicheesecake

Warnings: Cursing, some violence

Series Tag List: @captainxamerica, @just—love, @senpaiace, @glittercoveredsouls, @findacauseandserveit, @devil-may-cry-11-blog, @agentbarnescarter, @sexylibrarian1, @imhereforbvcky

TAGS ARE STILL OPEN

A/N: I’m so happy that this has been positively received. Was going to post tomorrow but eh - its going to be (or already is) the weekend! Ce la vie and enjoy :) 


Steve’s POV

I sat on the quin jet, trying to ignore the way Tony’s eyes bore into my own. Waiting for him to shoot me in the chest. Or punch me in the face. Whatever appealed to him at the moment.

I knew he had questions. Hell I had questions and I was the one married to her.

I turned back to Y/N, watching as she paced back and forth while she spoke quickly on the phone, no doubt trying to explain to the media why the quin jet for the Avengers was found hidden in an airport hanger in Las Vegas.  She had changed back into the sapphire dress she had worn the night before, opting out of the cheap, puffy wedding dress we had gotten married in less than 24 hours ago.

Married.

The word echoed in the back of my brain, like the sound of a tea kettle when it had finally reached boiling water. When I thought of marriage, I expected months of planning leading up to the day in which I can watch the love of my life walk down the aisle, the idea of a future with us together brimming in my eyes. 

Not the cheap thrill of convincing one of my dearest friends to marry me while we were both intoxicated off of, what has to be the most toxic alcoholic beverage in the universe. Fresh out of a breakup that I wasn’t sure I knew how to feel about.

How had I become such a mess?

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Chapter 9 - Vocalise

Chapter One & Two  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21

What is taking him so long? You’d been awkwardly standing in the bathroom for about ten minutes and Baekhyun still hadn’t returned. You were starting to worry that he wasn’t going to return with your underwear. You paced back and forth in the room trying to shake off the building anxiety over your missing clothing. You stopped and stared at the stool, touching a finger to your lips. Baekhyun was a good kisser. You silently cursed Yixing for breaking up your make out session. A small part of you was thankful he’d walked in, even if he was oblivious to what was going on in the room. If he hadn’t you weren’t sure how far the two of you would have gone .

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Wedding Day with Alfie

“Alfie!” You screamed, your voice carrying through the house. Downstairs Alfie sighed, putting down his paper.

“What love?”

“Come here.” You didn’t ask, but rather demanded and stood in the middle of your shared room when he appeared.

“What?” He asked exasperatedly. The wedding planning was exhausting and stressing you out, which in turn stressed him out. While he couldn’t wait to marry you, he couldn’t wait for it all to be over. He gave you a questioning look.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

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Shore Leave

@ev-t

The night that Garrus fell in love, she was wearing in the ugliest dress he had ever seen. Human fashions seemed so odd. But despite the way that the material clung awkwardly to her, she walked with her head high and straight into business.

“Garrus, I want you with me in the casino. Liara, EDI keep an eye on anything floating around the extranet in case there’s more to all of this. The rest of you be prepared to move on the off chance that they connect this place to me.”

“Aye, aye, Commander.”

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Why Am I Like This | Part 4 | JUGHEAD JONES X READER

Description: The day of the Homecoming dance has finally arrived and things were going smoothly for once. Jughead and the reader elected to not talk about their almost kiss while Archie and the reader go ahead with their plans to preform at the dance. All is well until the end of Archie and the reader’s song when Jughead is seen with a face of pure desolation, storming out of the gym.

Author’s Note: I would like to say thank you to every one who had read/ commented on this fic I honestly did not think so many people would like it. This part is slow paced and not very action pact but it’s main purpose is to set the scene for part 5 which I’m sad to say will be the last one. Also the song that is sang in this part is by Maroon 5 but I honestly don’t like the original version so I envision what they’re singing sounding like this cover. If you want to be tagged in the next part or in any upcoming fic I write, feel free to message me.

Word Count: 1731

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3| Part 5


When the bell rang for 2nd period, Jughead was already halfway out the door hoping to beat the main hallway traffic. He kept his head down trying to avoid a confrontation with other students while weaving his way through the crowd. Archie was going through his locker with Betty by his side when Jughead arrived at their usual meeting spot before 3rd.

“Hey you nervous about tonight man,” Jughead asked leaning against the locker next to Archie.

He closed his locker and looked over at his friend. “Normally I would be but since (Y/N)’s gonna up there up with me I’m not nervous one bit. She’s as solid as rock.”

“Damn straight ginger,” a voice said from behind them. Jughead whipped his head around only see (Y/N) standing a foot behind them.  “Everyone in Riverdale is gonna be shook to their very core tonight I’m telling you.”

She and Archie high fived each other with a laugh, then started walking together to their next class with Jughead and Betty. Jughead walked in step next to (Y/N), their hands brushing together slightly with every step.

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Love or Hate (Part 2 of 13)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s shot at a better life is stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over town. After a series of unfortunate events, will she learn that there’s a fine line between love and hate?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,759

Warnings: language, excessive snark, childish behavior

A/N: Part two of my third drabble series. Bucky has most definitely been showing his inner dbag lately, hasn’t he?

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 -

Originally posted by likemadeofstarlight

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Some headcanons about Oswald’s relationship with make-up

  • Once, when he was a child, he got into his mother’s make-up. Sneaking into her room whilst she was busy, he clambered up onto the seat at her vanity and, as carefully as he could with still chubby little fingers, opened a few different pots and tubes. Having no idea what went where, he just sort of smeared everything on all at once. Across his lips, round his eyes. When his mother found him, she had to support herself against the door frame because she was laughing so much. At the time, he was just happy he could make her smile, but once realising from that moment on she intended to keep it all locked away so he couldn’t get into it again, he felt a distinct sense of loss he couldn’t quite articulate beyond crocodile tears and temper tantrums.
  • He always envied the girls at school. With their painted lips and rouged cheeks, they were allowed to experiment with colour and no one would ever bat an eyelid. It was normal. Expected, even. And they were just so pretty. He tried to play off his interest as an interest in them, but when he forced himself to look at their gentle curves and soft hair he felt nothing even remotely like he did when he chanced secret glances at boys. His mother always said his eyes were his best feature and when he looked at his classmates, their eyes lined with black, he couldn’t help but wonder if doing that would make him pretty, too.
  • In his teens, he plucked up the courage to buy a cheap lip gloss from a nearby drugstore. He was so nervous, he didn’t realise it was glittery until he got home, having literally grabbed the first brand he saw. He wore it regardless, relishing in the foreign stickiness and how plump it made his lips look.
  • Oswald’s first real experience with make-up was thanks to the dancers at Mooney’s Nightclub. Unlike Fish’s goons, they welcomed him with open arms. Clever and viciously quick-witted, they were a joy to be around. If he didn’t have anything pressing to attend to, he’d often find himself in the communal dressing room with them; offering up his own gossip, helping them choose their costumes. One day, a relative newbie caught him staring at her as she did her eyeliner. “Want to try?” She asked and, before he could even come up with an excuse, she had sat him down in front of the mirror. He barely recognised himself afterwards. All the other girls cooed and awwed, told him how much he suited it, how good he looked. It became a routine of sorts. They’d do him up then gently wipe it off for him when he had to go do something else.
  • There were a few close calls. After all, it wasn’t unusual for someone to suddenly burst in shouting his name before dragging him off. He just never thought he would be the one to mess up. Shit goes down and there’s a subsequent ‘all hands on deck’ situation. Meaning, without even really thinking, he rushes to go help mid-way through his usual make-up and bitch session. It’s only later that night, when he’s tired and bruised, he realises his eyes are still dark. Fear lodges itself painfully in his throat, inspiring sharp, panicky inhales, until he realises, huh, no one actually treated him any differently. Sure, it’s not like they treat him particularly well anyway, but it was no worse than usual either.
  • The next day, prepared for any backlash with a long list of possible excuses, he decides to test the waters. He goes straight to the dressing room, plucks a kohl pencil from the vast collection littering the tables, and lines his own eyes. By now he knows exactly what to do and though his hand is slightly unsteady from lack of practice, he does a pretty good job. Straightening his back, he goes to attend to Fish. When she finally notices something is different about him, she grabs his chin and holds him in place. “Is that what the girls are working with?” She asks with clear distaste. “Tell them to go buy some quality next time.” And then she merely lets him go with a parting order to go get her a drink. He hates her, despises her, but in that moment, he feels something bordering on gratitude.
  • When he comes back from the dead for the first time, he decides to officially incorporate make-up into his armour of well-tailored suits, nice shoes, and styled hair. He now buys the most expensive make-up possible purely because he bloody well can and always, always keeps a compact mirror on him at all times.

anonymous asked:

You deserve your 4000 followers. A lot of dedication to writing so many fics. You would be interested in writing a story for Soryu. He falls in love with a woman he knows in the bookstore and who likes detective books like him. And then he finds out she's a prosecutor or a criminal lawyer. If possible they had a relationship.

Based on Soryu’s POV

I enjoyed this place as they serve nice coffee and plenty of books to rent for reading. They even got my favourite detective books. This place is peaceful and is perfect when I need some time for myself. It is also near to headquarter and I can always rush back if needed. Today is especially crowded but I still manage to get my usual seat.

“Sorry, do you mind sharing the table with me? It crowded and I can’t find any table.” A lady dress in suit asked.

“Sure.” I replied and get back to my book again. However, she starts having a conversation with me.

“You are a frequent customer here. I always see you in this table.” She chatted happily. I simply smiled and get back to my book again, kind of regret sharing the table with her. Women are so noisy.

“Oh, I love this author as well. He writes the best detective series.” She chatted again and this time I lifted my head up.

“So we have a common interest.” I smiled. Maybe having a common interest friend is not bad.

“My name is _____.” She smiled.

“Soryu.” I replied.

We chatted about the book and I soon found out that she is a criminal lawyer and kind of regret to be friend with her. I can’t let her know my identity but I enjoyed discussing the detective series with her. So I simply keep quiet about my identity.

Subsequently, we bump into each other more often and we end up sitting in the same table. I started to look up for her arrival and I am not sure why. One evening, she did not turn up and I started to feel uneasy. I waited for her which I am not sure why. I have no choice but to leave when the shop is closing. Just as I step outside, I saw her rushing over.

“They closed? I was so busy at work and though I can rush here to relax awhile.” She sighed.

“Then let go for a supper. I am sure you have not eaten anything.” I offered and surprised at my own suggestion but am glad that she accepted.

We chatted, eating and drinking for hours. Apparently she can’t hold her drink well and starts to get a bit tipsy. I hold her small body as we leave the place. She smells nice but soon starts throwing out and dirties her suit.

“My house is nearby. You can clean up at my place.” I offered.

Once we reached our place, she took a shower and I offer her one of my shirt while her clothes is washing in the washing machine. However, my soul is captive by her the moment she steps out from the bathroom. She looks sexy. I walk closer to her and caress her cheek with my fingers. She blushed at my touch but did not push me away. I lean in to kiss her. The kisses get deeper and deeper as we change angles. I carried her to my bed and hover on top of her. I started to undress her and myself. I move my lips to her neck and she moans. She arches her back and grabs the pillow to control herself. I move my lips down to her chest and she suddenly freeze. I look up to see her holding my gun which I have hidden under my pillow and her face was white.

“Why did you have a gun here? It is not easy to obtain one here in this country.” She asked in shocked.

“I am a mobster.” I replied honestly and take back the gun from her shivering hands.

“Why?” She cried.

She left soon after and never turned up at the cafe bookstore again. I am careless to let my emotion take over my sense. A mobster and a criminal lawyer will never have good ending. I should know that very well.

One raining night after a week, I found someone standing outside my doorstep when I reach home. I immediately draw out my gun and soon realized it was her. She was drenched totally but I can still see her crying.

“Let’s get you dry first.” I said worryingly. However, she throws her arms around me.

“I tried to forget you. However, the more I tried the more I miss you. Why we have to belong to different world? Why our paths have to cross each other?” She sobbed. I hold her cold body tightly. I cause her misery but I want to love her, take care of her.

“I miss you too. Let’s forget our status for now. Let me love you as my woman tonight.” I said softly to her.

I did not let her go tonight. We will worry our statue tomorrow. We can continue to deny our status which I don’t care for now. I know that I need her as badly as she needs me now. I need to give myself to her as her man tonight.

Spilled Coffee

Where can I find you? From @alloftheprompts list 910 with Hotch.

You’d crashed into him. You hadn’t been watching where you were going and his coffee had spilled all over both of you.
“Oh god. Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You cry looking down in horror, as you pull your soaked shirt away from your body. His blue shirt is now soaked and looking a tinge browner than it should and he hisses quietly as he too pulls his shirt away.
“Are you okay?” He asks looking down at his shirt too.
“Yea. I’m fine. Are you?” He nods before his eyes meet yours. “Oh god I’m so sorry!” You groan and he chuckles softly.
“It’s alright. That’s what I get for not paying attention.” He says with a kind smile down at you.
“Same honestly.” You say as he tosses the empty coffee cup into a nearby garbage can, “Can I pay to get your shirt cleaned?” You ask him, he’s dressed so nicely in a black suit, blue shirt and a gray tie. Whereas you’re in a black hoodie and dark blue jeans.
“Not a chance. It was my coffee, I should be paying for yours.”
“Nah, you can hardly tell I was spilled on, at least let me buy you a new coffee sometime.”
“You’re not going to let this one go are you?”
“Not likely Mr. FBI.” You grin at him nodding your head slightly toward the badge at his hip.
“Aaron, my name’s Aaron Hotchner.”
“Pleasure. So, do I get to buy you that coffee or what?” You purposefully avoid giving him your name. He notices.
“Alright. I travel quite a bit for work though.”
“Why don’t you just give me a call when you’re available? I’m usually free in the morning.” You glance down at your Apple Watch and swear softly. “I’m so sorry. I have to get going. “You’ll call?” He nods looking confused as you start down the sidewalk again.
“Where can I find you?” He calls and you turn to walk backwards.
“Right coat pocket.” You tell him with a smirk. He reaches in and pulls out your business card, your cell written on the back, you twirl a pointer finger to tell him to flip it over. He does and a grin lights up his face. He looks at you, clearly impressed that you were able to slip the card into his pocket without him noticing. You shoot him a quick wink then continue on your way.
He gives you crazy butterflies. Who would’ve thought all it would take was some spilled coffee?

stevetony ficlet: Quarantined!

MCU, post-CACW. For the “quarantined!” square on my stony bingo card.


Bruce pushed down his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was not how he had been hoping to spend his day.

From the other side of the small round glass window, Steve and Tony glowered daggers at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, holding his hands up defensively. “But the quarantine protocols are for your safety as well as everyone else’s. Whatever that substance was, we need to keep you both isolated and under observation until we know if it has any infectious properties.”

Tony picked a clump of wobbly orange goop out of his hair and eyed it with distaste. The team had been responding to distress call in the Amazon when they had come across a hideous mound of sentient slime. Subduing it had been fairly straightforward, but its defence mechanisms apparently included spontaneous explosion, and both Steve and Tony had been hit.

“And how long is that going to take?” Steve asked in clipped tones. He glanced sideways at Tony.

“At least, uhh, a few hours,” Bruce said apologetically. It had only been a couple of months since the team had re-formed to battle Thanos, and the cracks of their fight over the Accords were still visible. They had modified the Accords and all signed them together, and the team had mostly set aside their differences and moved on.

Steve and Tony, however, were holding tight to their grudges. They avoided each other whenever possible, and Bruce had barely heard them pass two words to each other since he got back to find the team in ruins. Now, however, they seemed to have plenty that they wanted to say.

“So I’m stuck in here with him,” Tony glared at Steve. “Terrific.”

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His Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 3

…Can’t stay away from you…

Warning;talk of depression and cutting.

Hailey’s Pov

“ Are you following me?” Luke said as he stared at me

i couldn’t believe he was here, when i saw the motorbike beside the gate i thought it was someone else but not him.

“No, i always come here to think” i said to him, he turned back around like he wasn’t interested anymore.

well he isn’t going to stop me from swinging and the only other swing is beside him so i guess i will just have to sit beside him but if he touches me i will hit him.

i walked over and i got to the swing and sat down, i couldn’t help but look at him.

he looked sad, i don’t know why unless it was to do with what i said in my bathroom

he didn’t look at me, he kept his face to the ground while he smoked his cigarette.

then i noticed the empty vodka bottle on the ground, is he for real? Children play in this park.

“Seriously, couldn’t you pick somewhere else to get drunk” i said to him annoyed and then i got up and picked up his bottle and threw it in the bin

“Fuck off Hailey, go have your opinions about me somewhere else” Luke said as he got up and threw his cigarette away, he was about to walk out of the park when i decided to speak making him turn around

“I’m sorry for what i said, i shouldn’t have said it”

Luke turned right around and stared at me, seriously what is it with him staring at me today. I didn’t know where to look so i looked to the ground and then suddenly i was staring at a pair of converse but they weren’t mine.

i looked up to see Luke looking down at me and then he spoke “ i shouldn’t have followed you to the bathroom

i was surprised by his words.

as i looked into his eyes i didn’t feel nervous anymore, i felt safe.

His eyes are so blue,Our faces were so close and then Luke looked down from my eyes to my lips and then he started leaning in and my heart was beating so fast.

Our lips touched, his were so soft.

no movement was made, our lips pressed together and then we both pulled away.

we stared at one another and then Luke turned around and left.

i can’t believe i just kissed Luke hemmings.

i liked it, why do i like it?

I hate Luke hemmings.. or do i?

I enjoyed it.

Luke’s Pov

i kissed her.

i leaned in and kissed her, my mind is fucked right now with the thoughts of Hailey.

my intention when i walked over was to shout at her but i saw that she meant what she said so i couldn’t help the words that came out of my mouth and then we looked at each other

i’ve never looked into her eyes before,i didn’t know they were green.

the kiss was amazing, i’m not gonna lie i want to do it again.

this is why my mind is fucked, i can’t stop thinking of her.

what the hell am i going to do.. up to a few hours ago i wouldn’t have went any where near Hailey

i hope these thoughts of her just go away.

i woke up thinking about the kiss last night, this has never happened.

when i fuck a girl i just forget about it, about her and her name.

but this is different, we only kissed but with no tongues and i liked it.

i got up and opened my curtains but Haileys was still closed, i wonder if she regrets it?

how could she.. it’s me.. Luke’s Hemmings.

but she doesn’t see me like every other girl does.

Hailey’s Pov

I couldn’t sleep and it wasn’t because of my book, i never even picked it up when i got home.

i couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss with Luke.

i liked it, really liked it.

i’ve never kissed a boy before, no boy has ever been interested in me so i never got my first kiss.

i’ve had crushes on boys before but they didn’t want nothing to do with me.

as i looked at myself in the mirror i remembered Luke has a naked picture of me, i know Luke and i just hope he doesn’t show every one it. I’m embarrassed by it enough, i hate my body and no one should see it.

i haven’t told Lauren or Sophie about kissing Luke and i don’t think i will because they will never let me live it down and i doubt it will happen again so no need to tell anyone..

i don’t feel like wearing any makeup today or my contacts and when i don’t i usually wear my glasses to cover my bags under my eyes and because i need to be able to see.

i just went with a simple black hoodie and my black skinny jeans, i’m not trying to impress anyone.

i walked down stairs to find my mum waiting for me at the kitchen table and then once she saw me she rolled her eyes and then said

"i give up on your choice of clothing, we are leaving in ten”

then she walked out of the kitchen..

oh okay then.. so glad i was born into this family!

once i finished my cereal we were ready to go.

i texted Sophia and Lauren in the car and they repilyed telling me they were already waiting for me, i know when i get to school they are going to ask about Luke.

this is not what i’m looking forward to.

i didn’t see his motorbike in the driveway, i hope he isn’t already at school, i don’t have many classes with him or his friends and i want to avoid him at all costs.

“Finally..” Lauren&Sophia said as i sat beside them in the cloak room

i couldn’t help but laugh because i’m not that late.

“I see we took out our contacts for once” Sophie said to me

i narrowed my eyes at her, she always goes on to me about wearing my contacts

i stuck my tongue out at her and then Lauren spoke

“So what’s it like living next door to the biggest dickhead in the world?”

what came to mind is not something i am going to say out loud

“he kept his distance during dinner, he was a totally different person than what’s he’s like at school, i should have taken a picture” i said to them

what i said wasn’t a total lie..

“Now that is something i would like to see.. Luke hemmings a different person that’s new” Sophie said

then suddenly we heard the sounds of high heels, we didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

of course Luke had his arm wrapped around her..

they stopped once they got to us and Ashleigh said

“Who knew the virgin needed glasses, don’t you look just too cute”

who does she think she is

i turned to look her and with an annoyed look but i couldn’t help but look at Luke.

i instantly thought about how good he looks, last night has totally fucked me right up.

“Don’t you have someone else to harass” Lauren said to Ashleigh, she tore her eyes away from me and looked at Lauren

me and Luke made eye contact but he looked away first

“oh look little virgin needs protect from the pot head” Ashleigh said

Lauren looked like she was going to kill her, i had to hold her down because i know she wouldn’t be afraid to hit her

Ashleigh started laughing and then she pulled Luke away with her along with her friends.

Luke looked back at me but he didn’t smirk, it was my time to turn away first.

The bell rang meaning school was starting, today isn’t such a bad day but i was so tired i don’t know how much i can deal with today.

i was just thankful my first class isn’t with Luke or his friends.

but after my first class i have Art, it will be interesting to see how Luke treats me.

i don’t expect much.

After my first class i was ready to sleep, i’ve never ditched school before but with how i feel i really would love to.

i walked into Art to find Luke and his friends already in their seats, i didn’t look at them but i could feel eyes on me.

i lifted my phone out and earphones so i could listen to music while i draw.

finally the bell rang meaning it was break time but as i walked out of class Luke pushed past me making me stumble back a little, he turned and laughed at me and said

“ Watch where you’re going virgin”

i just stared at him as he walked away with Calum and Michael laughing.

i don’t get it, he didn’t throw anything at me during art but why be a dick now?

i just sat in my seat in the canteen listening to Lauren and Sophie talk, i don’t feel well i don’t know what is wrong but i don’t feel like eating.

i haven’t missed a meal time in 2 years, that was when i would starve myself.

I was a little bit fat 2 years ago and i didn’t like who i was so i simply stopped eating.

i ended up in hospital but no one apart from Lauren and Sophie know that, i hope the thoughts don’t start again or i am in big trouble.

this is my last year of school i can’t go through what happened 2 years ago.

the bell rang meaning break was over and my next class is English that we all have together but also with Luke and Calum

i hope they don’t say anything, i am getting tired by the minute and i think i will snap if they do.

i told Lauren and Sophie i was going to go to the bathroom before class so we went different directions

but i didn’t make it to the bathroom

i was pulled into a storage room near the toilets.

i screamed because i didn’t know who it was and then they turned the light on and Luke’s face lighten up.

my eyes widened and i finally found my voice

“What the hell?!?” i said

i can’t believe this is happening

“since when do you wear glasses?” was all he said

is he for real right now?

“Seriously? that’s what you pulled me in here for?” i said to him, i crossed my arms over my chest and then Luke walked closer to me but i moved back but my back hit the wall and i was trapped.

i don’t like this.

i don’t like tight spaces.

“Answer my question” Luke said

now i was getting annoyed,since when does he think he can boss me about?!

but i didn’t want this to go on any longer than it has so i just gave up and answered him

“I’ve always wore glasses you just never knew” i said

he just looked at me and then he said

“you suite them”

my eyes widened at his words, that is the first nice thing he has ever said to me or about me

“Thanks.. i guess, can i go now?” i said

hoping he would move out of the way and let me go, i’m missing class but i didn’t really care.

he walked a bit closer to me making our shoes touch , i couldn’t help but look down at them

we are matching again, just like last night but i wasn’t going to point it out.

“Did you like what happened last night?” Luke asked

i looked up at him trying to seem like i didn’t understand what he meant

“like what happened?” i stupidly asked, is he really asking this right now?

he looked down at my lips and then back up to my eyes confirming i was right

“the kiss” Luke simply said

shit! what do i say?

i don’t want to let him know i liked it and can’t stop thinking about it.

i will look like such a loser.

i didn’t know what to say so i just nodded my head.

he smiled like a genuine smile, something i have never seen before. Usually he smirks at me but never smiles.

his hands came to either side of my head and he leaned forward making my heart race faster and faster..

what is he going to do

was he going to kiss me again..

“Do you want it to happen again?” he said seriously

i nodded my head because i didn’t trust my voice right now

“Good” Luke said and then his lips pressed against mine with a lot more force than last night but i was enjoying it.

our lips moved perfectly together and his hands moved from the side of my head to my waist pulling me from the wall and into him, my arms went around him pulling him closer making me stumble back a little and my back hit the wall again.

Luke licked my bottom lip asking for entrance i didn’t open my mouth right away but when he bit down on my lip i couldn’t help it.

the kiss got heated and the room got warmer and warmer, we both pulled away to catch our breath..

we were still wrapped around one another as we calmed down, Luke leaned his head against mine and i could feel his breath on my face.

“You can’t tell anyone about this” he said between breathes..

i didn’t know what to say, Luke pulled away making me drop my arms and then he just turned and walked out.

well okay then.

i wasn’t going to follow him to class instead i walked out of school

i ran home crying, i have so many emotions needed to be felt right at this moment and i can’t deal with them.

i can’t believe me and Luke kissed and i mean really kissed.

i’ve never been kissed like that before.

i wanted it to happen again and again.

once i got home i ran up to my room and closed my door.

it was only half 11 so i knew my mum wouldn’t be home for a while.

i took off my clothes and got into bed crying not caring that i was naked.

once i finished sobbing i sat up in bed wiping my face because it was soaking.

why is he doing this?

is he just messing with me?

why would he even want to kiss me, i looked down at my arms.

my arms are a part of my body i don’t show much because of my scars and cuts.

i haven’t cut in weeks but with how i feel i have the urge to do it again.

i remember the first time i done it.

i was 12 and i was fat. I was very un-happy but i always was as a child.

when you grow up with a very opinionated mother and a father that didn’t want you when you were born you would have very bad thoughts about yourself and i did.

some days I wished i lived in a different place, i wish i had a mum would didn’t find ways to pick at me and i wish i had a father who loved me, I know i do have a father but he didn’t want me and i wish he did.

i felt my phone vibrate and i knew it was either Lauren or Sophie or both, i thought to text them so i got up and got my phone out of my bag.

i was right i had a message from both of them and from Luke.

why would i have a message from him?

i opened his message first

“where are you?” it read

i had to read it again because i couldn’t believe it, why would he care where i am?

i texted him back before i could even think

“i’m nowhere”

i texted Sophie and Lauren telling them i felt sick and i just asked if i could go home.

it was easier than telling them i just walked out although they probably wouldn’t believe me if i did tell them that.

i got up and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt a baggy t-shirt to hide my scars.

i didn’t want to look at them.

my stomach growled for the first time today, i’m not going back to 2 years ago so i walked down stairs so i could make some food.

i didn’t have break so i am hungry.

just as i got to my kitchen there was a knock at the door which is strange.

when i opened the door my eyes widened.. why the hell is he here?

“um.. hello?” i said confused

of course he just ignored me and walked right into my house as if he owns it.

i am not in the mood for him.

i closed the door and turned around to see him looking at me

“Why did you leave school?” he asked

“Why do you care?” i repiled back with quickly.

he looked away from me and around my house.. he was here last night he as seen my hall and living room.

the only place he hasn’t seen is my mums bedroom

“i just do now answer” he said quickly

enough with the orders i thought to myself.

“i’m not feeling the best so i just decided to come home there happy” i said to him

i gave up with talking to him so i just walked away from him and into the kitchen but i heard his footsteps behind me

of course he followed me

“what’s wrong?” I heard him say from behind me

i turned around quickly and snapped

“ i just feel like shit just like everyone does sometimes, why the hell are you here?” i said angrily to him

his eyes widened something i have never seen him do before especially at me, i’m glad i can surprise him too.

but his words surprised me even more.

“I can’t stay away from you”

So guys what did you think of this chapter?

i know it took a little longer to get done but i kinda got stuck with what to write, as i am re-writing this story again so..

i hope you liked it..

i’m looking forward to see what Luke and Hailey get up to!

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The Stark Internship

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Summary: When you started working with Spiderman, you never once thought that it would lead to a job with the Avengers

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Pots, mentions of Happy

Warnings: None

A/N: Woo, third fic! (Tom Holland’s) Peter Parker this time! Constructive criticism is always appreciated! I hope you enjoy it.

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The Couch 

It had been a few days since I ran into Cam at the beach. We were texting a little back and forth but I really wasn’t giving him much attention because my mind had been elsewhere on finding a small place for me to do hair out of. I felt bad for brushing him off but I had bigger things to worry about than texting. Trying to get the contract and paperwork done for a salon suite had me busy but i had finally got everything together and was able to sign all the documents to solidify everything. I did the final walk-through and it was perfect. Now all i needed to do was furnish the place to make it my own.

8 days later (so specific lmao)

When I finally got the keys to my suite I had started moving in and buying new things to furnish my place. It was my first official spot to do hair out of instead of out my personal living space which was a big step for me and I wanted to make sure that my little suite was nice for my customers. I was still busy doing peoples hair out of my apartment in between all the moving and making trips back and forth but I had Mom and Sloan helping me out all week.

But today, Sloan had plans with her man and my parents had just left for their anniversary trip and of all days, my couch for the shop that i ordered weeks ago was delivered to my parents house. I had the couch shipped there because i didn’t have a spot to do hair yet and the sale was such a good deal i couldn’t pass it up. Now here I am stuck, by myself, with a big ass couch sitting in my driveway that i can’t even move inside, let alone get in a truck to get to my shop. Though i have plenty of dudes in my contacts who would jump to my rescue, I don’t trust any of them enough to just be bringing randoms to my parents house or my new shop.

I stood there going through my phone contacts to see who I could find on short notice to help me move this couch at least inside until my dad got back to help me get it to the shop. I called to see if some of my friends’ boyfriends’ might be able to help but most of them weren’t available until tomorrow and I didn’t want to leave my couch sitting outside all night.

I let out a frustrated, “Fuckkkk” as I tried option after option.

Then it dawned on me, duh.. Cameron! He’s been to the house before, he seems trustworthy and it’ll be a good way for me to spend a little time with him since I had been unintentionally neglecting him via text message the past couple of days. 

I started to text him but instead of having to wait for a response I decided to just take my chances and call. I walked around as the ring tone echoed throughout the house on speaker.

Hello” he answered

“Hey Cam. How are you?”

I’m good. What’s up? You sound like something’s wrong.

“Well, it’s not urgent or anything like that but I just need your muscles. I know this is random but I have a couch sitting in my driveway and I can’t move it in the house by myself. You think you could come by and help me get it in the house at least until my dad can help me get it to where it needs to go? Pleaseeee, I’d really appreciate it?” I rambled trying to sound desperate so he would come help me.

uhhh… I mean right now I’m running some errands but if you give me a little bit I can come help you that’s no issue. I’ll text you when I’m headed your way.

When he texted, I sat outside on my couch waiting on him to pull up. When he got there he stepped out his truck and started chuckling. 

You been out here this whole time?” He asked still laughing to himself.

“No, I came out a few minutes ago. I just wanted to be here when you pulled up. By the way I really appreciate you taking time out to come help me.”

It’s no problem Kala. I don’t want you out here breakin your back tryna move this big ass couch around by yourself. And you sounded so hopeless on the phone I couldn’t help but feel bad for you.” 

“I didn’t sound that hopeless” I laughed trying to defend myself

You did though. Kinda pulled on my heart strings a lil bit” he said as we both started crackin up.

Nah but forreal imma go ahead and get this couch in the back of the truck and I can take it to where it needs to go.” 

“Really?? No Cam… I don’t want to take up all your time.“

You not taking all my time. Plus I been wanting to link up with you but you keep leavin me on “read”. What’s up with that?

Embarrassed that he called me out,I apologized. “I know… I’m sorry. I been so wrapped up in trying to get things done for my business that I just neglected my personal life. My bad.”

Nah you good. I can understand that. Handling your business first. I get it. But you gotta take personal time too. Balance it out. But I am glad that you called me though.

“Me too.” i replied as i smiled at him honestly glad that he was here. He gave off such good energy and seemed like a person to have in your back pocket. 

I stood there as he lifted the couch like it was nothing and put it in the back of his truck. I watched in awe at the way his muscles flexed at every movement. He was looking like the last drop of water in a desert and i couldn’t help but stare.

You good?“ He asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh yeah, I’m good. ha.” I laughed trying to play it off like I wasn’t just staring him down. 

You real quiet over there. Just makin sure you aight.” He smiled wide knowing damn well he caught me droolin over his fine ass. “Well, I’m done so you can hop in and we can go take it to your shop when you’re ready.

“I can just drive my car so you don’t have to come all the way back here to bring me home.”

Kala, get in the car. I don’t care about all that. I wanna spend time with you, so let me spend time with you. Please?” He said as he walked in my personal space hovering over me looking at me with them eyes I couldn’t resist.

“Okay” I said letting him have his way.

 As I walked to the passenger side he walked behind me insisting on opening the door. Cam was a real gentleman and I wasn’t used to this type of treatment from anyone except my father. Most of the dudes i was fuckin with or had been fuckin with never did things like that. Especially Stefon. 

On the ride over to the shop, we mostly talked and laughed as he told me stories of when he first joined the Navy and the hell his CPOs used to put him through. He had me dying laughing, but what i liked most is that there wasn’t awkward moments and he made me feel comfortable, like i could be myself.  

When we made it to the shop, he unloaded the couch from his truck and was somehow able to get it to my suite without me having to lift a finger. 

 “Wow. Cam, thank you so much. it looks perfect right there.” 

Ah, no problem, glad i could help. Yeah it looks nice in here.” he replied looking around admiring the place.

“No seriously.. i appreciate it. You went out your way to help me and i’m just really grateful.” i said as i stood on my toes and reached my arms around his neck giving him a hug.

He hugged me back but didn’t let me go. He held his grip tight with both arms around my waist. For a second, his embrace reminded me of Stefon’s. I closed my eyes and leaned into him harder imagining it was Stef. As much as i hated to admit, i missed him. I never got the closure i needed or deserved, so a piece of me still held on to what could’ve been, shit, what should’ve been. By now we’d still be together and i would’ve still been pregnant with our son or daughter. Shocked that i was still stuck on this nigga, i snapped back into reality and realized Cameron wasn’t Stefon. I pushed myself back out of his arms, mainly out of guilt. i felt bad. Bad because here is someone standing in front of me showing a real interest and obviously a better pick, and instead of being in this moment, my mind still drifted to Stefon, who proved time and time again he could give a fuck about me.

I’m Sorry.. Did i do something wrong?” He asked concerned. 

“No, no.. i just.. uhm… uh.. lets go. It’s getting late and i think after a certain time they lock the doors.” I replied not looking him in his eyes as I tried to back away. 

He stood there for a second. Obviously not buying it. I walked to the light switch with my keys in hand ready to lock the door. He walked out the door as i held it open. We exited the building and walked quietly to the car.

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Thanatos Night Re:Vival Vol. 2 Nia (Full Translation)

ahahahahaha I love Nia _(┐「ε:)_  

Before we get into it I just want to say a couple of things. The first track is the song, I have no idea why it’s set out like this but I didn’t translate it. The second track is a mix of flashbacks between before Nia became a fallen angel and when he became….well what he is now. During this track there’s a lot of lines played over each other but I tried my best to separate them out a little when I was translating it. Season two is a lot shorter but still, enjoy ╰(*´︶`*)╯

Apologies in advance for any mistakes i’m still kind of poor at audio translations (/)u(\)

(Translation under the cut - Do not use/repost without permission)

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