noctuatim​:

Eyes rolling upwards, Kaamir took a deep breath as he prayed for strength. After, he looked at Stiles then down to the shirt he caught then once again made clear eye contact. His voice was apathetic when he replied, “Stiles, this is the best shirt to ever exist. Thank you.” In a fluid movement, he reached back with one hand to tug off his shirt and kept eye contact as he put the gift one on. “How’s your mental health now?” He asked, arms crossing over his chest, which only seemed to frame the words on his new t-shirt. “You should learn how to actually be funny. Maybe then your gifts would be better appreciated.” That being said, Kaamir knew his mom would love the shirt and he wondered how long it would be before there was a new photo of him on her Facebook wearing it.

@noctuatim​

“Do you really think I’m going to wear that?” Kaamir looked at the shirt with blunt disgust displayed across his face. ”Just because it has the word plant?” Plant and Daddy. He rolled his eyes as a scoff left his lips. “You’re an idiot.” The words were sharp, but his eyes shone with obvious affection.

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“No, definitely yours. But if you want to see what you’ll be missing out on, Kaamir’s got my band’s Congratulations, Rock Stars bouquet in the back.” Kayden’s smile mirrored Toby’s, watching as the other admired their handiwork. They’d done a whole set of PRIDE arrangements, proudly displaying every sexuality and gender they could. Now there were only a few left. “Just two whole weeks?” Their smile turned sly as they shook their head. “We’ve been practicing all month and we’re ready to hit the road so you better buy up that arrangement before I get famous. ‘Cause then they’re going to be super hard to come by and way out of your budget.” Kayden frowned for a second and then reached out to flick Toby’s forehead. “Game on. What do you want if by some miracle you win?”

@runrubyred​

“Your boyfriend’s here.” Kayden’s head whipped around so fast it gave them a head rush. “I don’t have a b-” They started, elbowing past Kaamir toward the door leading to the store front. Hand behind their back, they were sure to flip their boss the finger long enough for him to notice and by the chuckle they got in response, they knew it was a success. “He’s a... friend.” The other slid up next to them, rolling his eyes. “He’s the competition. Don’t you all have that battle of the bands thing this weekend?” Kayden sent him a sharp look, eyebrow raised as the beginning of a smile danced across their lips. They didn’t even have to open their mouth for the message to get through.

“Shut it, my mom has the flyer on her fridge. We’ll be there. Now go get rid of him before I do.” Beaming, they hip checked Kaamir before striding into the room. “You here to pick up your ‘Sorry for Your Loss’ bouquet early, stud?”

@runrubyred​

Kaamir hadn’t wanted to pause his work, too submersed in his current project. But having heard that, he glanced up after setting down the chrysanthemums he held. Rico was showcasing one of his earlier works, cooing over how much girls would like that particular design. He looked him dead in the eye, voice flat when he answered, “That’s for a funeral arrangement, Rico.” He stared for a minute to let it sink in before picking the flowers back up and getting to task. However, he inclined his head to the right, sighing, “There’s some first date bouquets over there, if you’re in need... If you actually got someone to go out with your dumb ass.”

@runrubyred​

“Hey, aren’t you that singer?” Awesome. Lowell tried to hide his wince, hand running over his mouth as he choked out an awkward laugh. He hated getting questions like aren’t you that actor? aren’t you from that one show or movie? Now here he was asking nearly the same question and he wanted to smack himself. Bouncing from foot to foot, he contemplated his next move. He knew for a fact that asking for an autograph or a picture would be the wrong one. Lowell was a big fan of the musicians and maybe if he hadn’t been caught up in the surprise of seeing him as he was out and about, he would’ve played it cooler than blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

@runrubyred​

“I hate you,” he whispered, flipping the hair of his wig back as he rolled his hips. Phoenix fixed his lips into a sultry pout, but his eyes spoke volumes, all promising pain when he got the other alone. To anyone watching, he was just another stripper working the patrons of the club and offering up a dance. To him and the person he was currently straddling, he was doing another job entirely. Carefully, he moved in close and pressed their bodies together, hands sliding down the lapels of the other’s suit. With quick and sure fingers, he made sure to slide a key card into their jacket. Before backing off, he tilted his head closer, leaning into the other’s ear and muttered, “You have five minutes. I’m not keeping them busy anymore than that.”

runrubyred‌:

“Safer for me, maybe, but not safer for you and that’s all I care about.” Jack reached out to steady Krysta’s hands, threading their fingers to hold in a loose embrace. “I know I could be putting myself in danger, trust me, your friend made my options very clear to me. There’s only one that mattered though.” He squeezed her hands and offered a small smile. “You’d have to get another therapist for starters, I’d think. I have a friend you’d might like actually.” He took a deep breath, letting her hands slip from his as he got up to move toward his desk. Jack only opened a drawer, grabbing something before he was back on the couch. “Life goes on and all that.” He raised a hand to tuck back a piece of Krysta’s hair and then he was showing her what he’d taken from the desk, her earring. He put it on for her and sighed, fingers trailing down her jaw. “But if something were to happen to you...” He shook his head and continued, “The only way you’re getting me out of this office to take a vacation is if you go with me, no exceptions.”

runrubyred‌:

"Maybe because some dumbass fell asleep in the middle of the cafe where I was gladly minding my own business cramming for some finals.” Hands moving down to on her hips, she squinted right back at him and weighed the pros and cons of decking the man. “You’re not dreaming about me and too bad you skipped it, you looked like you could use it.” Hayley’s smile was all teeth as she stepped forward, left fist curling. “Now if you want to stop all this, all you have to do is go through that door.” She uncurled her fist and waved it toward the exit. “You wake us both up, I can leave and you can go about wasting your existence again. Great, yeah?”

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“That’s okay,” Melissa replied immediately, arms going around Stiles to pull him into a fierce hug. She knew they both needed it, Stiles after finding his father and her after finding Scott. She hadn’t wanted to leave him so soon, but he’d insisted, knew that his best friend (or at least hoped he still was) needed someone to be there while his father recovered. “I don’t think any of us know.” She still isn’t sure what even happened, Scott barely in any shape to explain, but she knew he’d died. Her arms tightened around Stiles as she remembered beating her son’s chest until he finally roared back to life. She wouldn’t let Stiles feel that pain, she wouldn’t let the kid she saw as a second son lose his father, but it wasn’t good. “Stiles, what happened?”