#I'm not sure if he knows but that actually meant alot to me

[snake-shifter]

You know that Ada Limón poem where she’s like “i can’t help it i love the way men love”? my dad recently confessed to me that he became a shoemaker because they buried my grandma shoeless

oh…………………………………

[ramblingautisticman]

Anyone else think about how Logan is in a new universe? That, while it's fundamentally the same, there are slight differences? How that affects him?

Things smell different, taste different, or feel different.

He notices that the grass is a slightly darker shade of green than his own universe as he walks Mary Puppins in the local park, deciding that maybe it was just the lighting or how it had grown. Until he notices it again when they are away on a mission and Logan doesn't quiet know why, but it makes his skin itch alittle.

He notices that the way apples taste is different, a bit more sour than what he is used to. He likes it- don't get him wrong- but it just takes him a minute to get over that. That this is another thing that's ever so slightly changed in this new world he is in. Something no one else would ever notice.

Wade gets a vanilla scented candle in an attempt to help the smell of wet dog (both from Logan and Mary) in the apartment because Al keeps complaining, and Logan can't help but feel slightly wierd when he takes a deep inhale and it smells different than to what he knows as vanilla. It's slightly sweeter, a little hint of wood from the wick, and it sends a wave of confusion over him because- why is this making him feel so strange? Why does it matter that things are a little different?

And it hits him one day as he gets a wiff of something that smells so similar and yet different again, that it's because it means he doesn't belong it. It's because, out of all of these differences, he is the real one. These things aren't slightly off here. This is exactly how everything is meant to be, and it's him that is not meant to be here.

Eventually, he has to say something to Wade because he feels like he is losing his mind. If it were big changes, massive ones that where more than smells and tastes and colours of grass, he thinks he would be more okay with it. That if it was more noticeable this place wasn't his own universe, it would be easier, but its so eerily similar and then suddenly its not, and it makes his stomach flip every time.

"It's stupid- I know it is- but everything feels the same, and then I smell something new or I...I see something that looks a little off..and I don't know why but it's just-just alittle hard, ya know? If it was completely different, if everything was new and different it would be easier, but it's things that have always been the same that have slightly changed, and it's.. it's abit jarring..it makes me more aware that I'm not really meant to be here." He explains to Wade one night when he can't sleep, staring at the TV, trying his best to not feel awkward about talking about this.

He feels stupid for letting it get to him. For letting it make him feel like this- but he can't help it. The idea that he is here and intruding on Wade's life and is going to ruin this universe is weighing on him, has been for so long, and he isn't sure how to fix it.

Wade nods a little, and leans against Logan's side, taking a deep breath before speaking. "I never even really thought of that...sorry- what does smell the same or taste the same? I can maybe make it smell better in here and we can get food you that doesn't taste off to you. Oh! I really hope that those Tacos we get don't taste bad, because they are so good and I don't know if I can stop eating them." He adds on, a small laugh escaping Logan has he listens.

There is a small silence over them for a second before Wade speaks again. "You do know that....you belong here, right? Even if things are a little different here. You aren't the bad change, if that makes sense. I like having you here. Alot. So does Al- I actually think she likes you more than me, which is rude- and Mary Puppins. Also Laura. And all of our friends. They are all glad you're here. Plus, the TVA kind of thought you belonged here, so you're stuck with me."

And Logan isn't really sure what to say, because he hadn't really thought of that. That there were people who thought he belonged here- or that the TVA thought he did too.

It makes him feel better. Alot better. And it makes him think he can get over these stupid changes alot easier than he could before.

"So....it's really your universe's fault for having wierd apples and different grass then." Logan says with a small smile, looking at Wade.

And naturally, that leads Wade to ask a million different question about what is different and what is the same, and Logan answers every single one before it makes him remeber that he does belong here. That just because things are different, doesn't mean he doesn't belong.

[cowboyjen68]

Hi!!

I just wanted to ask some advice from one butch to another.

I recently got my dream job of being a warden on a nature reserve (and i love it!), while interacting with people there I get called a young man very often (i am 18 lol) and it gives me euphoria to know im masculine enough to even pass as a man. I've also had some volunteers ask if I was a man or not (despite my feminine name).

But recently I got called a "lady" outside while out with my mother. It drove me INSANE I cried alot.

Don't get me wrong I do identify as a woman but I hate being seen as a lady.

I've even thought about using he/him pronouns recently and changing my name but i'm too scared to as most people won't understand bc im still a lesbian.

Is this strange?

ps love u and ur blog lots xx

This is an easy answer because I was 18 once and looked enough like a teenage boy that I got "hey sport" and "hey young man" all the time, especially when in my work clothes. I worked for The Mayor's Youth Corp in Iowa City in the summers of my 15th and 16th year. Mom and Dad let me get a work permit AND bought me a used Datsun Pickup so I could drive myself the 20 miles there and back each day.

I was a volunteer with the Corp of Engineers youth from 14 to 16 and Dad knew I was super excited about this job. Mom was not thrilled that I wanted to cut my hair but my "grand mullet" was really hot under the hard hat in the summer heat of Iowa. (in the 1980's boys and girls had the short in front long and permed in back look) We compromised and I cut the sides really short. (photo of my me at 16 in my uniform for reference)

Using "he" would never have occurred to me because "EWWW Boys". This is not to say, however, that I hated being mistaken for a boy, on the contrary, it felt good. When someone thought I was a young man it meant they treated me as such. They didn't talk down to me, I knew they assumed I was capable and willing to get dirty. I knew unconsiously that along with the mistaken identity came many perks. This was nothing I analyzed but little girls see very early on the difference in treatment they recieve from their brothers, male cousins and neighborhood boys. This difference leads us to become negotiators to control our circumstances and not entittled to treatment based on our skills and actual personalies.

When an adult recognized me as a boy, even for a second at first glance, I knew I didn't have to prove myself. They, for an instant, assigned to me words like "strong, capable, demanding etc". No negotations required.

When someone realized I was a girl they literally had a change in their face. They smiled at me, softened their voice. When I was called "young lady" or "Miss" it always seemed to be backed my the worst assumptions (in my mind anyway). Lady is steeped in all kinds of traits I didnt want assigned to me. "quiet, weak, likes to dress pretty"OR "motherly, submissive, meek" Nothing good in my teen brain, that is for sure. Lady felt so OLD, so married to a man and reliant on him for survival, so polyster pants and ugly flats and scratchy blouses with a flower imprint. NONE of these things are inherent to being a woman or even socially forced on us but that is not how things work sometimes. Words that describe people get stereotypes and myths and traits attached to them all the time. Woman and girl are no different.

I can tell you, the best feeling in the world when I was in that job was when my supervisor, who damn well knew I was a young woman, trusted me with all the same tasks as the boys. Who valued my opinions and abilities equally to the young men. He took time to teach me what I didn't know, just like with them and didn't assume I couldn't or didn't want to learn things on the job. He didn't shame ANYONE for not being strong enough or for getting tired or needing a break.

Don't let the assumptions of others force you into another box of conformity. You don't need a boys name or to use any pronouns you don't feel connected to just to please others. In fact, none of that effort will change perceptions of those around you. I can promise that one day being called Lady will just be another word that you can hear and know it does not change your personality or your interests or control the hope you have for your future. What does waste a lot of time and energy is trying to adjust things in your life to fit incorrect or snap assumptions about you as a person. You can never control the thoughts of those around you but what you can do is stop worrying about it and enjoy YOU.

You have a job you love and are sure to thrive in. You are solid in your sexuality and love of women, you are in a unique position to possibly change the perceptions of others when they think of "young women". Your interactions with the public are sure to effect the assumpions of at least some people when they think of young women and their roles in our society.

Congratulations on your new career and I bet you rock that uniform.

[deathbxnny]

Alright! Here it is!

Can i request the Hashiras (Kyojuro, Giyuu, and Sanemi) reacting to their s/o reader giving him a lock of their hair to him? Historically, giving a lock of one's hair to someone has been considered a sign of love and devotion, especially before an impending parting. So what if the reader is giving their lock of hair bc they know their lover will be on a particular long mission.

I hope this is a good request to start of your return. Also yeah, i’ve been doing well! Although i cant lie im not worried on some stuff (Chainsaw man’s new chapters worries me, also did you know that Reze’s arc will get a movie and idk if im ready for the heartbreak T.T)

But regardless of that, hope you have a good day/night though!

- Flower Anon 🌸

Hello there, Flower Anon! Thank you for your cute request, I love it so much! And yeah, I'm getting very worried over Dennis myself and have heard about the movie. I'm actually a manga only reader for CSM and will probably not watch it, because the heartbreak was bad the first time, but it's cool to hear about! Also, I'm glad you're doing well otherwise and hope you'll like this!<33

Content: Small angst, fluff, Reader is not a demon slayer, established relationship, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

☆Rengoku Kyojuro☆

Kyojuro, despite his passion for his work, hated leaving you behind for longer missions. He knew it hurted you more than any wound could ever hurt him and yet, the call of a crow meant his next departure was near. He tried dragging it out for as long as he could, showering you in affection and making sure you're well taken care of whilst he's gone. But eventually, you two found yourself standing at the estate's gates together once more.

He frowned at your teary gaze, when you suddenly held out something to him. "Oh!" He blinked, noting with ease that it was a lock of your hair, wrapped in a red ribbon. He chuckled, as he grabbed it carefully and made sure you saw the way he pinned it to the inside of his haori, right over his heart. He felt an even stronger fire burn through him, his heart full and heavy with his love for you. It was the first time, he ever considered abandoning his duties just to stay with you for a while longer.

But the impatient call of a crow made him refrain only barely and sigh. He put on a wide smile, a kiss pressed to your lips, before he finally turned and began leaving. He waved to you, the sun setting and making his bright eyes shine for you.

"Thank you for this beautiful gift, my love! I'm bound to come home even faster now, with you even close to my heart!"

☆Tomioka Giyuu☆

Giyuu sighed to himself in defeat, when the crow told him about his next mission. He didn't want to leave the peace he had for the last three weeks with you. But duty calls, despite him wishing it would just stop already. He moved slowly, his hands calmly fastening his Nichirin swords to his waist, dark blue eyes meeting your solemn and sad one's. He knew, that you didn't want him to leave either.

You got closer to him then, your hands replacing his, as you began helping him. It's what you often did before his departures, a way of spending time with him for one last time, just in case it took longer than it should. It was a grim reality you two didn't like facing, but reality kept you from getting too far away.

Giyuu's eyes widened ever so slightly when you suddenly tied a small charm to one of his swords. But on further inspection, he realised that a lock of your hair was attached to it. He looked up at you, but you didn't meet his gaze, perhaps out of fear of crying the moment you did.

His hand grasped yours once you were done, his lips pressing against them in a silent thank you. His heart warmed at your gesture, despite him not fully showing it. There was hesitation in the way he let go of you afterwards, but the soft words he spoke, before departing at last, said enough, even if not alot.

"I'll return to you."

☆Shinazugawa Sanemi☆

Sanemi was in a frustrated hurry to get ready, his hands quick to grab all necessary gear and clothing items for his immideate need to leave. There was an emergency mission in a far away village and he had to be there, much to his secret dismay. He had just come back from a longer mission two weeks ago and now he's forced to leave you again? He hated it, you ofcourse did as well, despite never voicing it.

He hissed out a string of curses, when he couldn't find his Haori, until you suddenly appeared next to him with it in hand. He gave you a thankful nod, as you helped him put it on, but also slipped something into his hand, whilst he finally left in a hurry, which he shoved into his pocket quickly. Thankfully he was able to steal a kiss on his way out, secretly noting to spoil you once back ofcourse.

He only looked at what you gave him, when he finally had the time to take a break. His hand reached into his Haori, humming in confusion at the sight of a silver locket. Carefully opening it, he froze when he saw a lock of your hair. Scarred fingers carefully reached to brush against it, before he sighed and shook his head.

He missed you.

Getting up, he felt restless and frustrated again, as he gathered up his things once more. He needed to get this mission over with. He can take a break, once he's in your arms again. Pushing the locket back into his pocket, he continued on his way, motivated for his need for you.

"I'm going to personally send that damned demon back to hell for you, I swear it..."

Thank you again for the great request, Flower Anon! I absolutely loved writing this and hope you enjoyed it too!<33

[fyodors-husband]

Hihi! Can i request some Verlaine sfw and nsfw hcs??? I hope you have a good day!!!

ANON I LOVE YOU.

(Also I assumed you meant x reader so i made them that way, i can make another if it's general hcs!)

Thank you so much for giving me a chance and reason to write for him 💜 he's my favorite!

I hope you have an amazing day aswell!

Also, I apologize if you've been waiting a long time for me to answer I've been less active since my semester is just ending now, but over the summer I'll be much better!

Anyways, here's NSFW and SFW Paul Verlaine HCs!

CW: smut, Very very very slight OOC (we don't mischaratarize verlaine here), stormbringer spoilers, no beta we die like the flags (I'm sorry 😭)

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Verlaine is a very clingy lover, some might even say possessive, the thing about him though is he dosent want to control you

He loves you alot and he feels that your the only person who loves him, so he dosent want to loose you

But he also wants you all to himself, know what I mean?

during, and post stormbringer, he's a spy (post he's in the pm basement but still a spy)

So he's probably got money, and once of his love languages is definitely giving gifts

Another is acts of service. Definitely

Hes not to good at showing his affections for you, so he'll do things for you and buy things for you to try and make up for that

If you knew him pre / during strombringer, you'd be able to see how he's changed between during / post, especially pre / post rimbaud incident (death) and he'd honestly be so grateful that you still love him after all of that

Hed be insecure though, that you'd leave him, please reassure him you do love him alot

Hes definitely a fan of cuddling / snuggling up to you (after a while)

He wouldn't be very open to touch in the start of the relationship (maybe holding hands)

But as he comes to trust you and realize you do actually love him he's alot more fond of touching you and maybe even some PDA

Takes you on the fanciest dates, anywhere you want to go, to the most high-end restraints definitely (he'll have a subordinate get it for you and take it in if he can't leave the basement)

Flowers, lots of flowers, one of thoose guys who keeps one for himself so he knows when he needs to get you new ones

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Switch.

Definitely takes him alot of time to be comfortable enough to trust you with something like actual sex

Within the first few months you've had your first kiss and cuddled

After the six month mark you've most likely made out, but never done anything more

Possibly he'd service you but he's also nervous

Hes not a virgin per say, he definitely has experience, just not alot

When he finally comes around you will not regret waiting

So soft and gentle with you the first time, checking to make sure everything is okay, the most considerate lover

Hes take it very slow at first, especially your first time together, finding out what you like and what you dont and what he can and can't do

After all the foreplay and that, he could get a little rough, not on purpose because he'd never want to hurt you, (without previous discussion) and as soon as you tell him to slow down or stop he would

After the first time, you two talk about what you do and don't like and he's very respectful of it

If you like to be degraded, he'd most likely only say a little bit, he dosent want to hurt your feelings or mentality by accident

he's a hand holder during sex, or some part, he has to be holding onto you all the time atleast on one spot

Scared you'll disappear honestly

If you want to top him, he'd take some time to come around as that's a whole new level of trust but it wouldn't take him as long as it did to agree to sex

Maybe a week or two at most

If you do top him please be gentle, very into soft making love more than rough fucking

Don't degrade him he will cry :(

very very into praise, tell him how good he's doing and how pretty he is, he'll melt (and probably still cry, but not in a bad way)

Will absolutely die if you show any concern for him if he winces or groans, wouldn't think you cared that much about him

He still holds onto you even when he's on the bottom, wraps his arms around your neck

The position is definitely tame at first, he wants to always be facing you aswell, whether he's top or bottom, to make sure your okay and if you two can keep going

He miiiiight be open to positions where he isn't facing you but again, takes a couple weeks

Afterwards very clingy, dosent want to get up or clean up, just wants to lay and hold you

Basically no pillow talk, only because, as i said, not very experienced so he falls asleep quickly

[wanderingsoul6261]

Gif credit goes to userbeaufort

IM SORRY-PART 2

Part 1 below

James Beaufort x Reader

I'm sorry! I meant to have this out sooner, but I got distracted. My anxiety had been an ass this week so just bear with me. I do have more fics with James to write, so do still continue to expect more!

Synopsis: part 2 to I'm Sorry. Reader talks to Lydia and apologizes to James for her actions.

Warnings: nothing other than a few swear words. Mostly the f- word

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It had been weeks since Y/N had left James standing where she left him after they kissed underneath Maxton Hall. She had avoided him as if he had the plague and was going to get her sick. She had even gone as far as even being more distant with Lydia, and that hurt her much more than avoiding James. 

The few times she had brushed Lydia off had left her friend looking hurt and confused, wondering to herself what she could have possibly done to warrant Y/N's behavior towards her. It took Y/N all but a week before she came to her senses and apologized to Lydia, but when Lydia asked what happened and why she did it, she couldn’t explain. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, because she did, as it was all tearing her inside out, but she just didn’t know how to go about it. She wasn't sure if Lydia would hate her afterwards for kissing her brother. Y/N knew she could always confide in Lydia, and Lydia has made that plenty clear. However, with something like this, Y/N wasn't quite so sure as to how her friend would react. 

Did Y/N love James? Absolutely. Did she regret the kiss? No, absolutely not. If anything, she had enjoyed it and had hoped it had continued even longer than it had. She had actually thought about the kiss alot. And even if no words were spoken in the moment that James and Y/N had kissed, she knew that every single bit of feeling and emotions she had for James was poured into that kiss, and a part of her told her that it was likely the same for James. There was no way he didn't feel the same way as her, and yet, here she was, treating him as if she never met or knew him. Which also hurt her more than another could imagine, and yet she still continued to do it. 

Y/N continued to avoid James in the hall. She avoided eye contact and any and all other contact he had attempted to make. He sent text messages and made phone calls, leaving voice messages when she wouldn't answer. He had made attempts to stop her in the hallway to talk to her in which she had brushed off and walked away from him. Every single time he had stood in place, while many other students watched, wondering what to do, his heart breaking more and more each time. This went on for several weeks. 

And then he stopped, and it was like a switch had been flipped. 

James had turned cold towards her, reverting back to the way he was before he had started to like her, before he had fallen in love with her and had vowed to do anything and everything for her. Before she had become what his world revolved around. 

Y/N took notice, and she had undoubtedly and rightfully so, hated herself for it. James didn't deserve the treatment he had received from her. She should have confessed to Lydia about what had happened between her and James. 

He gave her the same treatment that she had been giving him and she couldn't even be mad or upset. It was her fault. 

James scowled at her, made remarks about her lack of money and everything she wouldn't ever have because of the lack thereof, and anything else that he knew would hit their mark. The angered and hurt looks he had given her could level an entire room, an earthquake that could cause so much devastation, but yet, the destruction was only centered on one single person. 

Her. 

He had acted like an asshole towards her and Y/N would be the first to admit that she deserved every last moment of it. She had evidently broken his heart, and now he was making her pay for it. 

The only person that didn't agree with anything Y/N received from James, was Lydia. It had often led to heavy and loud arguments between the twins, causing tension between the close siblings, but yet, Lydia still didn’t know what happened to make the two behave in the ways that they were. It was a mystery, and it was one that she had so desperately wanted to solve.

—-

“What happened?” Lydia asked. “Are you ever going to tell me?” Y/N was sitting a bench, a book in her hands when Lydia walked up to her. She spared a glance at her friend, growing nervous once again at the question Lydia was once again pestering her with. 

“What do you mean?” Y/N took the stupid route, her eyes back on the book. But she wasn't reading it. She couldn’t focus on it, her eyes reading the same paragraph over and over as she never fully grasped the content of it. It didn't matter that she read the words in her mind. Lydia also knew this, mostly at the fact that not once did Y/N turn the page. 

She was stuck on that page, meaning Lydia had gotten the cogs in Y/N's brain working and thinking about what had happened between her and James. Now if only she would talk to her about it. 

“You know what I mean, Y/N. You and James. One day you guys are talking and hanging out like you’ve known each other since childbirth, and the next day, you are treating each other like you’re puppy was kicked! ” Lydia made a daring move, hoping her friend would forgive her, and snatched the book out of her hand. Y/N didn't do anything though. She sat there, defeat showing in her posture. Y/N only knew that Lydia would continue to ask her what happened, which had meant that James never told her, not that he probably wanted to, and Y/N didn’t blame him. She broke his heart and made a fool out of him. It was best she finally said something, no matter if James would be mad at her or not. Y/N was tired of leaving her friend in the dark, and she was sure that Lydia was tired of being in the dark. 

Y/N picked at her fingernails, a sigh escaping her lips as her eyes flickered over the tiniest imperfections in the ground. Little divots from where the ground had been worn away. A bug scittering across the ground. Grass peeking up through the cracks. 

Lydia sat down next to her and Y/N still refused to make eye contact. Lydia put her book back into Y/N's hands, in order to keep her hands occupied and stop her from picking at her fingers. It was a nervous habit of Y/N’s that Lydia had picked up on not too long after they had become friends. 

“James' actions are warranted.” Lydia scoffed. 

“I highly doubt-”

“We kissed the night of the donation gala and then I left him standing underneath the hall and have been avoiding him ever since.” Y/N cut her friend off, still avoiding eye contact with her. Lydia went silent. 

Was this it? Did Lydia hate her now for what she did to her brother? Is this the end of their friendship? Y/N had turned slightly away from Lydia, ashamed of herself and what she had done. She truly hated herself for this. 

“Why?” The question had quite honestly caught Y/N off guard. She didn’t expect it. If anything, she had almost expected Lydia to leave her right then and there and understand why James was treating her in the way that he had been. 

Y/N sat in silence. She loved James, so it wasn’t as if she had not liked him or regretted the kiss. If anything, she knew that if she didn’t want to kiss him, James wouldn’t have done it. They both wanted to kiss each other, that much was true.

“I was scared. Terrified. Petrified. Any other synonyms of ‘scared’.” Y/N finally turned to look at her friend. Lydia was staying. She wasn’t going anywhere and Y/N had used this to soothe her worries. “You’re my friend, Lydia. He is your brother. I thought if you found out we did anything, no matter what it was, that you’d hate us. You’d hate me. Or maybe you would see it as something that would get in the way of me and you.” Y/N went over every single reason why she was scared. Anyone else probably would have told her to stop and tell her that it was okay and that they wouldn't have thought of anything in the way that she was. Lydia did do that, don’t get that part wrong, but she listened fully to what Y/N had to say. She wanted to understand Y/N and her thoughts so that she could better understand why she did what she did. When Y/N was finished, the two sat in silence and Y/N thought that maybe Lydia would take her chance to leave now. 

But she didn’t. She stayed, and after a few minutes of silence, she spoke. 

“I wouldn’t have hated you. If anything, I was wondering when it would happen. You guys looked at each other the way a young child looks at a puppy.” Y/N smiled at the poor analogy. She looked down at the book in her hands. Her smile turned into a frown. 

She got thinking about James and about how he might have felt, and she felt completely and utterly disgusted with herself. 

“How was James?” she asked, but she already knew the answer. 

“Honestly?” Lydia asked. They both knew that once Y/N heard what she had to say, it would only make Her feel even worse than she already did. Y/N nodded. 

“He didn't sleep or eat a lot. Often found him up pretty late. James was hurt, really hurt. I tried getting him to talked to me-” Y/N started to drown out Lydia. Not because she didn't want to listen, but because she went back to thinking about James. She wanted to, no, she needed to fix this. Y/N had to make this right with James. 

Y/N stood up abruptly. She hurried off to find James. 

She looked everywhere she could think of, Starting with the places where she knew for a fact that he would possibly be. Which was probably half a dozen places and so she had spent a good half hour trying to find him. 

Y/N was growing restless. She hoped that he didn't go home yet, but if he did, Y/N knew that she could always just text or call him. However, the likelihood of him even answering was slim to none, and she didn't blame him. 

But she found him, and kicked herself in the ass for not checking the lacrosse field sooner, because there he was, in all his James Beaufort glory, practicing with Alistair, Cyril, and the others. 

It definitely wasn't long before someone noticed her, and pointed her out to James. He had turned around, his eyes peering out from behind his helmet, the headwear masking any emotions that might have been present on his face. 

He had watched as she stood on the sidelines. Waiting. Watching. She nervously picked her fingernails, her eyes looking Slightly red from a distance, as if she had been crying, which she had been. 

After leaving Lydia to find James, tears flowed down her cheeks, as thoughts ran a hundred miles per hour in her mind. Memories, good and bad between the two of them, know how hurt James had bad, her guilt, and so much more. She was drowning in it all, barely breathing as James finally started to walk towards her. He pulled his helmet off, tossing it to the ground with his gloves once he was a few feet away from her. And as she watched him, he didn't look too pleased.

When he finally came to a stop in front of her, he opened his mouth to say something, but Y/N beat him to it. 

“I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have left you beneath the hall. It was a stupid thing for me to do because I like you but I was scared because I'm friends with Lydia-” She took a deep breath, her voice cracking as she continue to nervously pick at her fingers. “- and I wasn't sure if She would be happy if she found out we kissed. I shouldn't have treated you the way that I have been.” James listened as she rambled. A part of him couldn't be mad at her. Yea, he had hurt at her avoidance, always asking why she did what she did, and a part of him told him to continue to stay mad at her, but as he watched her now, nervous, guilt, her own form of hurting, he couldn't bring himself to do so. 

So he did the next best thing he could think of. 

He grabbed her hands to stop the picking, before she did it to the point where she drew blood. Then he pulled her close, his lips slamming against hers, shutting her up. She let out a surprised gasp as whistles and whoops and hollers could be heard behind them. 

Y/N leaned into the kiss, tasting the saltiness of her tears and when the two finally pulled away, James wiped away said tears. He searched her eyes, kissed her forehead, and then pulled her into a hug. 

“I get it.” He whispered. “It hurt, but I get it.” James pulled back to look into her eyes again. 

“It wasn't fair to you. And I feel guilty that I caused you to hurt because I was the stupid one.” 

“I don't blame you for your actions because of your emotions. You realized you’re mistake. We can put it behind us.” He said. His hands came up to her face, cupping her cheeks, and she leaned into him.

“How can you still love me after all of this?” She asked. 

James gave her a soft smile. 

“Oh sweetheart.” he pressed another soft and gentle kiss to her lips, one of his hands falling from her cheek to her waist, pulling her against him. When he pulled away from her again, so that their lips were barely brushing against each other, He whispered. “I never stopped loving you.” 

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[mikobeautifulheart]

Megumi's Secretary

(Not edited)

Like - just imagen going for a secretary job at a relatively well known company not fully knowing what your getting yourself into.

You go in for the job interview, resume in hand and every possible answer to any question that they may throw at you.

When your name is called and you walk on the room to see the company's founder sitting at the opposite side of the table.

She seems kind, nice, if she was doing the interview then you must be applying to be HER secretary which is a big job...

You almost walked out when the pressure finally hit you, but you still manages to sit down and smile at her while slowly handing over your resume.

She makes small talk and casually asks you questions, it was more like a conversation then an interview and you started to relax.

"I'm so glad you came today, most of our secretary's walk out after a week, or less..." She laughed awkwardly.

She continued on until till she ended the interview with a final question.

"Can you handle working with people who are hard to communicate with? Not that their difficult rather you would have to follow up alot on." She asked.

"Actually-" You paused thinking back to your high school time when you were paired up with a boy who was...sort of like that.

You did your part and he did his, it was hard to put the parts together smoothly but eventually you did it and got full marks to. After that you always just remember working with him.

Heck you remember falling for him but your school year ended before you ever told him, plus he was a little awkward around you so maybe it just wasn't meant to happen.

You snapped out of that meomory, as if you'd fall for your boss.

"I do actually recall working with someone like that in school, so it wouldn't be anything new." You sighed thinking about how you just let him go.

"Good. You got the job." She smiled

"Wha-Already? Wow thank you, when do you want me to start?" You asked taken aback.

"If you don't mind i'm sure Mr. Fushiguro could show you around the work place now and your main work, after all you'll be his secretary"

His? He? Mr. Fushiguro? Where had you head that name before.

"Megumi come in the meeting room." You heard her say, looking over to see her on the phone.

Only a few seconds later you heard a knock and watched as the door knob turned.

A tall dark haired man walked in with a stoic expression. You felt his annoyance as he looked up at the woman leaving you in the crossfire for what was about to happen.

"Tsumiki, I told you I don't need another secretary, I'll just do it myself." He said adjitated.

"Oh come on Megumi you'll work your self to death at this rate, plus I think you'll like this one~" She said calmly with a smile.

Megumi? Yeah you defiantly have heard that name before...Was it?

You looked up and at the man standing behind you, meeting his eyes.

There was an awkward silence before he sighed in defeat.

"Fine..."

"Megumi this is Y/n, Y/n this is your new boss Megu- Mr. Fushiguro" Tsumiki said with a smile now beaming on her face.

"Nice to meet you-" You say standing up and pausing at the end to see if you could tell where you remembered him.

"Like wise" he said putting his hand out for you to shake.

You look back at Tsumiki worried, why did she hire you if he obviously didn't want you?

"You should show her to her office Megumi." She said.

You do settle into your job and the week 'Mile stone' passes without a complaint.

"You have a meeting at 2 pm this afternoon after your 30 minute lunch break." You said reading through the list on your clip board.

Every time you read off the board you always felt like Megumi was looking somewhere else, like a computer screen or other documents.

Any where but you.

"Well cancel my lunch break and move the next meeting forward." He mumbleled.

"So when should I reschedule your lunch break?" You asked looking for time slots left.

"Don't bother with it, i'm not hungry any way."

"Did you have a break today?" You asked before he could trail off into his work again.

"No, doesn't matter I have a week off by the end of this financial year"

"Liar." You cut him off.

"I have a weeks break at the end of June, you work the most at that point. Megumi, I know your Schedule and work habits, you have a lunch break at 2:30" You turned and walked out his office, leaving him watching your back as you left.

You closed the door gently behind you.

What the...He almost gripped his chest at how hard it tightened.

You pressed your back on his door thinking you were about to have a heart attack. Did you actually just say no to your boss? No way you actually said that. Well if he wasn't going to take care of himself then you would have to make him.

You sat at your desk and noticed a sticky note on your desk, he must have put it there before when you were photo copying prints for him. It must have been something he wanted to schedule or cancel.

You picked up the note and read it, face turning red imediatly.

'Friday afternoon 6 p.m date with my secretary'

You wrote it in his schedule and sent it to hos office for 'confirmation'.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: Yes i'm alive and my inbox is almost empty. Pleaseee send me ideasssssssssssssssss. Eh I might make a part 2 of this if i'm that desperate, anyways have a good whatever time.

[bringbacktim]

imagine schlatt going on your tiktok live... you werent a content creator or anything, nor did you watch his videos so you didnt know him and he didnt know you. when he requested to join your live, you were confused to who this person was, but let him in anyways (and let me tell you, that was the best decision you ever made)

them falling in love on live I CSNT MY HEART

You have the best ideas omg , keep them coming honestly

Like she's just on tiktok live with her friends or something chilling, he joins , they maybe flirt and just cuteness

Falling in love on live-jschlatt

Synopsis : above

Warning: alot of dialogue, some sexual jokes/flirting(I couldn't not) , not edited or proofread

Wc:721 words

Y/n was bored of facetime and how laggy it was and how someone's internet was always glitchy so her and her friends turned to tiktok live , so many people go live on tiktok every day so no one was going to notice one more person , right?

She was the only person actually on live and her friends were in the chat so it didn't shock her when she had a few viewers

It did however shock her when 'bigmanschlatt' joined and didn't say anything for a few minutes

"Does anyone know him?" She asked her friends hoping one of them did and it wasn't some perv ( I love perv!shclatt )

After all of her friends said 'no' or 'not personally' ( the latter confused her but she didn't want to stalk him just yet)

She just decided to continue as if he wasn't there and carried on cracking jokes to her friends

'Whoever said women aren't funny clearly haven't you' he wrote in the chat which made her flush as she thanked him and made even more jokes just for him

Her friends kept commenting about the hearts in her eyes any time he commented and flirted with her but

y/n was denying it with her life

'Bigmanschlatt has requested to join this live' was the notification she got about 15 minutes into this livestream that was meant for her and her friends but turned into y/n and schlatt taking turns to flirt

As soon as his face showed up on screen the chat went absolutely wild as her friends freaked out as to who it was , but she remained completely oblivious

"Like what you see?" He laughed as he saw her staring

"I'm reading the chat" she lied

"Unless the chat has moved onto my face , that's a God damn lie" no truer words had ever been said , they were so true that she stuttered and lost her train of thought

"I'll take over if you're too flustered , I know a big tough handsome man like me can be intimidating" he said with a serious face as he stroked his chops

The conversation flowed like a waterfall until she suddenly was getting a lot of viewers like thousands of viewer

"Are you like famous or something, what is with all these viewers" she asked almost scared

"Yeah something like that , they'll disappear in a minute don't worry"

"Are you sure? There's so many of them"

"If they don't I'll just have to get your number so we can facetime instead" he half joked hoping more would join so they could flirt without thousands of people watching

"You heard him guys, get as many people on her as you can so we can flirt in private" by that point at least a hundred thousand people were watching and her friends especially were going crazy

"Do you're friends want to join this borderline phone sex conversation or have they had their fill" schlatt mostly asked so one of his fans could get as much video footage of her that he could watch back

"hopefully I get filled by you later" she said not caring if that got clipped and spread across the internet

"You won't but your mom will" absolute silence on the other line as she just stared blankly at him

"You can keep your number now I don't want it anymore" she joked seeing if he would play along

"If you change your mind , just ask your mom it should be under 'daddy' in her contacts" the sentence came out in 3 parts as laughter kept escaping his lips

This banter went on for a few more minutes until the chat begun to ship them and they decided to move to facetime

"Thanks for letting some random guy into your live stream, it's nice to talk to someone who isn't a fan" he sincerely said as a hello on the call

"Best decision I've ever made"

What they didn't expect from that random weekday evening was that the story would be told later to a lot of people on streams and friends who ask how they met (maybe at their wedding as well if they have one)

[thecluelessdoctor]

a review of Gravity falls from someone who had never seen it before.

Alright so I've meant to make this post for a while but then I got... sidetracked *glances at my fucking au* ANYWAY

I'm basically unbias to the show, due to the fact I have no nostalgia for it. Ill only be talking about the show it's self for the main review.

Anyway, now that that's out of the way, let's talk about Gravity Falls.

Oh yeah, and spoilers for gravity falls. Im sure most of you have seen it but- yk just in case.

I watched the show 2 times in a row. One time mostly just for me, and the other time with my little sisters. Somehow both times made me cry it's fine.

Let's get my praises out of the way first before I begin to criticize the show (yes, I do have things to say)

Number one, the actual mystery. Genuinely so fucking good. Like going in I already knew Ford existed, and I knew Bill existed, but that was it. And I thought the mystery wouldn't be a mystery to me due to this but I was WRONG. BRO WHEN STAN FUCKING PULLED UP WITH THE PORTAL I WAS F L A B B E R G A S T E D. I WAS BAFFLED. OR OR- FIDDLEFORD NOT JUST BEING A CRAZY OLD GUY BUT INFACT A ONCE GREAT SCIENCIST THAT TRIED TO DESTROY HIS MIND- it was insane.. I only had the parts, but I didn't know how they fell into place, and it was BEAUTIFUL. Hell the mystery even had my little sister theorizing.

Stan, Dipper, and Mabel's arcs. Say what you will but I think they were done perfectly. Especially Stan's. You don't even realize how he has grown as a character until the end and it's AMAZING. Dippers arc of learning how to not grow up so fast (relatable ...) and Mabel's arc of accepting that she will grow up (ALSO RELATABLE?)

The character designs. We all know, I eat up a good design. And these guys are no exception. I love how Mabel has a different sweater at least every episode, very fun. Dippers design screams nerdy kid I would bully or be friends with in 6th grade, and Stan is.. yeah I really like Stan okay. He's perfect. His design reflects his eccentric nature really well. Also Shriner fez. We need more characters with a Shriner fez. (Fun fact: I didn't know what those hats were called until watching this show.) bill is a very simple design but I love it.

Also, I love alot of the foreshadowing the show does, even if at times unintentionally. Such as with Stan and how he sadly goes out. Every representation ends up being destroyed in some way.

I also really like Ford as a character. Idk if it was intentional, but he portrays a lot of narcissists rather accurately. I live in a family of narcissist, and a lot of them act directly like Ford (especially my dad and my ex-step- grandpa) but Ford I feel like is a good representation of how a lot of people, especially narcissists, actually change. Yes, shockingly, they can. Usually being the one to pull the trigger on something they love tends to do something. Not all the time but it happens. Idk.

Also I feel like I need to talk about Mabel and Dipper more. Starting with Mabel. Mabel is fun. She reminds me of my sister, both good and bad. Though I don't understand the amount of Mabel hate there is. Like seriously she's just a 12 year old kid. I was the same way when I was 12. I was a trashy kid. Hell, I'm a trashy teen!!! And Dipper? Yeah he's dipper. Shockingly I don't have much to say about him other than the fact he reminds me way to much of the guy friends I've had since 3rd grade lmfao.

Next is the animation. The animation is pretty consistently good, I like it. Especially in some of the more dramatic scenes. All of not what he seems, a tale of two Stan's, and weirdmeddon (I can't spell) are especially well animated.

There's a lot more i wanna say, but those are the major things.

From now until when I say, it's gonna me my personal criticisms of the show. Course I am no professional, I'm literally [AGE REDACTED] minor. So yeah.

Number one: the timeline. Oh my god the timeline. As a fun thing to do on the side, I tried to sort out the timeline- IT TURNED INTO 2 HOURS OF ME SITTING THERE, PIECING THIS SHIT TOGETHER. it's not as back as some fandoms (looking at your FNaF) but STILL

The lack of Ford. I wish Ford has been introduced earlier in season two, or they had a few more filler episodes involving him as a center (similar to the episode D, D, and more D.)

The ignoring of the fact that Pacifica is borderline abused??? She's AFRAID of her parents??? She flinches at the bell??? Like what the fuck-

The lack of in show development between Bill and ford. I kinda wish it showed a bit more of their relationship in show.

Those are all my major criticisms. I don't have anything other than those that aren't more personal tastes than anything.

But ultimately, I fell in love with this show from the get go. It was the weirdest thing I'd watched in a while, and I loved it, hated it, and cried because of it. Truly on of my favorite shows I've ever watched, and I really wish I knew what it was when it was in its hay day, because truly that would have been great. However in 2012 I was only like- 3-6 so- yeah

Very much a ten outta ten show, and if you somehow haven't watched it, please do.

[season-77]

A new, very interesting review has popped up on Facebook—secrets of accent and underwear revealed!

"As promised, this is my review of last nights performance of Here in America. The Orange Tree has a real community theatre vibe which I prefer to the West End. It also gives the actors that "getting back to basics" feel where there is nowhere to hide from a bad performance.

I had read the play before seeing it, and was really interested in how it would be portrayed with such a minimal set. The two benches and some leaves were used so effectively, I was really impressed. No stage hands to assist, just the cast using props and a raised platform in the centre of the room.

As an ex actor myself, I will try to be as general as I can as otherwise I will be writing a book here! The first thing that struck me was just how close I was to the actors. I was in the front row, and found I couldnt even cross my legs without causing an obstruction. However, this meant that I could see every slight glance, a frown or smirk which really suits Shaun's style of gesture. I call it small acting.

Shaun is tiny! I have never really noticed this before, but when he is there less than metre away, I really became aware of it and this added to the vulnerability of Gadg. He really does play a tortured soul very well. A few times I caught him catching the audiences eye almost pleading with them to see his point of view, and this technique worked well. However, there was an accent slip a number of times, and I even detected a tiny bit of Scouse in one instant! There was also a feeling that he needed to relax into the scene, but that probably comes from him not working within this genre as often as TV.

Faye Castelow gave a good performance as the opinionated and uptight Day. She presented a character as wound tight as a drum, and I was expecting an angry outburst at any minute.

I was disappointed in Miss Bauer, the nickname used for Marilyn Monroe, played by Jasmine Blackborow. If you are going to present such an iconic character, you need to get the basics beyond the physicality right. There was none of the childlike vulnerability used as seduction or even the intelligence of Monroe. I know the character was used mostly as a narrator, but although it was a great idea, I'm not sure it worked.

Michael Aloni as Arthur Miller was the stand out performance. There was a strength and determination of Art that Aloni really delivered. His transformation was great too. Having watched many interviews of Miller over the years (I've been obsessed with Monroe since I was a small child) he really nailed the steely take no shit of the man.

Overall, I was enthralled throughout the play, and the 80mins seemed to fly by. At times, I laughed and other times I felt quite emotional about the position Gadg was put in, and it does leave you asking yourself "what would I do?" in that situation.

Back to our favourite man. Shaun is incredibly handsome in the flesh and has beautiful skin up close. However, he is alot shorter than I thought and appears quite delicate, although I know looks are deceiving! Definitely wears briefs not boxers (for those who may be wondering). I actually got a smile off of him which nearly took my breath away. I feel incredibly lucky to have seen him work up close, and hope for him to do more theatre as you could see he was quite buzzed to get a roaring round of applause."

[asherloki]

My tiny

Sherlock x petite!reader

Request:- Hello! Fellow writer here :) 8 and 9 on the smutty one liners for sherlock x reader? Maybe he was thinking about her in his head (mind palace, whatever lol) and he called her to baker street and deducted she wanted him back? :) take this as far as you want or don't do it at all. Nothing but love <3 ~ @run-clever-boy

Smut

Word count:- 4144

A/n:- I'm not good at smut, I hope you still like it.

Prompt lists!

I walked upstairs almost as fast as I can and stood infront of Sherlock's door. As I came home after office I recieved a text from him "come at once, case ... Mostly - SH". Sherlock Holmes is the one who discovered my talent which I never knew I had. Solving mysteries. I was never into detective fiction either, until one day I met him he immediately asked me a few questions. He says he deduced I have an analytical brain, a brain to form thousands of theories, imageries which often are the reason for my distress, so he wanted to use my brain for something good. I started to tag along with him and John Watson. He took me to the cases which weren't dangerous for a woman. To him I'm rather a tiny woman, he even calls me tiny sometimes, which I first showed irritation to, but in my heart I know how much I like when he calls me that. So, the cases which are dangerous for a tiny woman like me he makes sure I solve, or help in solving them from their flat. As much as possible. He even let me talk to clients. I don't know what is the name of this relationship of ours, is he a guide, shaping me into a better person or ... I don't know but I actually like the fact that he doesn't care about women. Except for some, Molly Hooper his friend, Mrs Hudson his landlady, eurus his sister but it's complicated, and there's been someone else who intrigued this poor detective with her wit. He talks rather highly of Miss Irene Adler. His respect towards her makes me like her too, even though she's a criminal. Also that compliment, well I hope he meant it as a compliment when he said, "you're witty, like the woman". He likes my wit, intellectual debate. He sometimes brings up such topics of which I can speak of passionately, passion, he likes it. He also -

"Why didn't you knock?" The detective came opening the door, reminding me I've been standing there like a fool without knocking.

"Oh ... Sorry, I just-" I ran out of excuses, "let me in detective" I entered, his tall body couldn't stop my 5ft tall one to pass through the door.

"Welcome I guess" he said closing the door, "well it's my chair" he pointed towards his chair which I occupied.

"So? There's still alot of space there" apparently Sherlock himself is a lean man and I am petite as well, "anyway you said there's a case for me".

"Oh yes wait" he nodded and recalled about it, he went straight to his mantle piece and pulled out a letter which he handed me saying "here".

"From Mr Laurent" I read, "isn't he a detective too?"

Sherlock nodded in response.

"To miss... Wait it's for me?" I was stunned, a detective needed help but from me and not from.., "I don't understand".

"Seems like Mr Laurent has a crush on you" he said anything, I rolled my eyes and opened the letter,

"Let's read it" I said and read the letter contained the case Mr Laurent needed my help with, an old man was murdered in Venice, his four sons and their wives were in the house with three strangers, he's known for his reckless lifestyle when he was young, Mr Laurent also sent me a ticket to Venice. I read the whole thing out loud and Mr Holmes, my friend, I hope I can call him so, listened attentively, "he needs my help? But it's rather clear, who did it."

"Who did it?" No comment was made on his part to the request of help instead he asked about my theory for the case.

"Isn't it obvious, three strangers at his house exactly at the time of his murder? I mean, look he was known for his reckless lifestyle when he was young, which I'd like to believe involved women, who knows, how many enemies he harboured for himself and who knows how many illegitimate children, atleast one wouldn't surprise me, we need to check on the strangers, if the family members were to do it they would've done it anyday, won't even make a fuss about it, even though it's possible they chose this time to put the blame on the strangers but I believe the wealth of this old man would go to them anyway, they're the legal family but these strangers." I looked at Sherlock, he stood at where he was, staring at me, I know these eyes, he only stares like that when I'm making a point, a theory, a solution to the mystery, "we can check on these strangers I guess ".

He came closer to me, slowly, I didn't know why but the air was... Sultry, I didn't feel such things for him, never ever, he's not really... My type.

"Yeah" he said clearing his throat "are you going then?"

I shook my head "no, I don't know this person " I stood up, "I can't spent time with someone I barely know."

"I'd suggest the same" he said taking that ticket away from me, "he just wants to get into your..." He stopped.

"Into my?" I asked..

"Nothing " he said and put that letter away.

"Into my bed, I know" I answered making him chock, "was it vulgar?"

He glanced at me, it's not that vulgar, I said many vulgar things intellectually that just made everything less awkward for John, Sherlock and I never had an awkward moment, we have same vibe, same mentality, same everything.

"No it wasn't " he said coming closer, it's bizarre, he's like everyday, clad in his black trousers, white shirt, his same dressing gown, something hot surrounded us. I've barely felt any such tension after my fling with Thomas ended. It was all about Sex and Sherlock hated it, he never objected but he hated how we just banged wherever we got the chance, we didn't spare his bathroom. He doesn't know about it.

"What's in the corner of your lips?" He asked touching the corner of my lips, almost, I didn't move, consenting him silently to touch them.

"What's there?" I enquired, to my own surprise my voice came out as a sultry whisper, never happened with him.

"May I check?"

I nodded and I wasn't aware of what I was going to experience. His lips touched mine, the first time ever, we kissed? I couldn't believe my own senses we actually kissed.

He pulled away, smirking as he replied, "there was nothing".

Can you believe it?

"Very funny" I replied sultrily and walked towards the kitchen, "what was that supposed to mean ? Jealousy?"

He furrowed his brows as I said something impossible, "jealous of what?"

"Mr Laurent?" I replied.

"Why would I be?"

"I don't know, perhaps the fact that he asked me to come with him and if he's handsome then we might.."

I didn't have to complete my sentence when my detective came almost running saying,

"Don't you dare bang him all over Venice".

"I'm not a whore"

"I know you aren't, but Thomas"

"He was my fling so..."

"Shut up you're my tiny detective" he literally called me tiny and didn't let me act offended, rather crashed his lips on mine, bless Thomas for teaching me everything I needed to be good at this. I let our tongues dance as we parted lips to let them enter.

"I've been thinking of this, and more everytime you formed theories of a case, solved them, did some analytical research or simply said something intellectual with.." he said pulling away, "with passion, so much passion, you're a spark, a fire and I would be cold without you" my ears as if I couldn't believe what I was hearing, he was vulnerable, expressing himself however he could, "make me warm Sunshine, tiny little detective".

"I'm not.." I couldn't even object, he interrupted.

"Miss 5ft."

I'm tiny, his tiny... I did say his didn't I?

"Tiny one, hated when you banged Thomas" Sherlock said booping my nose lightly.

"Could see it in your eyes" I replied letting his fingers trace the features of my face.

"Pretty Little face, cute little exterior" he said out loud then leaning to my ears he whispered "only I know how much thirst is in there".

Yes, the thirst. Never thought I'd actually do it with him but..

"Guess we're gonna..." I stared.

"Do something else " he picked me up and I wrapped my legs round him as he carried me to his bedroom. I'm so petite that I fit perfectly in his arms. He has comforted me many times when some violent case triggered me, I love his embrace and I am loving whatever we're upto. He dropped me on his bed, and he climbed on top of me.

"So, what's your plan?" I asked confidently knowing he has little to no experience in bed.

"You'll see tiny" this time it hit a nerve.

"If I'm petite then why do you wanna fuck me" I said a little agitated. He smirked knowing he's successful in driving me up the wall.

"Because, your anger and passion turns me on" he said as his hands fumbled with my shirt button, "and your intellect is my porn".

Now that was a big sixer by Mr Holmes. Making a woman like me whimper. And that made him raise a brow.

"I see your body reacting to my comment." That was sultry just like his voice. No wonder I've always admitted one thing about him, he has a sexy voice.

"Because words are our thing detective" I played my turn as well.

"I see, tiny detective" we both are detectives. And we both get a bit excited by intellectual word play. He and I know how to trun people's heads with words. He did it Jeanine and I, too with some men to get information.

"What if we actually..." I began to touch his buttons, "do the action this time, without all the talk?"

"I like that idea" he said, he and I both unbuttoned our shirts. Tossing them to some corner of his room. As soon as we both sat half naked his lips attacked my neck. Leaving prominent marks, for people to know to whom I belong, for now or... Forever Mr Sherlock Holmes.

I brought him even closer as the sensation was different, special, we've solved many cases together and this does feel special. Alot special. His hand roamed to my back and unclasped my bra. My nails dug into his skin. I wasn't ready for him to see me like this. His tiny detective at his mercy, does sound sexy doesn't it?

"May I?" He whispered in my ear, asking for permission if he could see my breasts.

"Ofcourse, it's not like your tiny has the biggest set of boobs" I joked to which he raised his face and looked into my eyes,

"Good, then they'll fit perfectly in my palm" he said, still not for once looking down at me. As I nodded and gave my consent then only he looked down and took no time into brushing his fingers against my hardened nipples, sending shivers, a touch from a man I trust, the hands which keeps me safe, the safest touch.

"You've never been into bodies did you?" I couldn't help but ask. He kept marking my neck and in between pinching my tits as he replied,

"A good body will lose it's charm with time, but a charming personality as yours, a passionate mind as you, an intellect like yours will never."

He does have a point, we'll still be eachother's favourite even after we're old as a goose.

"Also.." he continued, "your eyes will also remain beautiful, bright, reflecting your charming personality, a mystery I'll spend my life solving".

I allowed myself to bring him even closer and kiss him more lovingly this time, as his hands started to undo my belt and then pulling my jeans away. If I knew something like this would happen I would've come prepared, but... Guess he doesn't really care about all that.

"Don't overthink it" he said, "you look fine, I..."

He trailed off, wonder what he wanted to say but yes, I won't be a spoil sport with my overthinking. I got up and treated his trousers the same way he treated mine. And the twitching member of him was making sure to make his presence prominent.

"Should I do something about it?" I asked kissing his neck, feeling his body reacting to it under my fingers. I made him pull his pants down leaving him in his boxers, preparing myself to finally be the person to see Mr Holmes's thing. Wonder if anyone else got a glimpse... Oh right, Jeanine.

I kissed his chest as I put his boxers down, his twitching member finally got a bit of freedom. He let out a soft whimper, his cheeks turned pink, so he's shy? It didn't seem so the way he kissed me. I looked his member, wrapping my hands around it making him let out a whimper again,

"May I?" I also should take permission if he did. He nodded and I brought my mouth to his tip, leaving a light smooch on it. I knew what I was doing, Thomas was a good practice. He stared at me, breathing heavily. I guess I smirked when I licked his length, then wrapping my mouth on it I started to work on it, with both my mouth and my hand. He controlled for sometimes but he moaned, finally he let himself be vulnerable, he liked what I did.

"I never kn..." He tried to speak as I made it incredibly impossible for him to do so, "never knew... You...ah" see? Incredibly difficult as I fastened my pace, "you could do ... It so... Ah... You're great".

That lifted my confidence and I...

"What the?" As I planned to make him cum in my mouth, I see he has something else in mind, he pushed me down and pinned me to bed.

"Let me return this favour tiny" his heavy voice whispered in my ear. I knew what he meant, I squeezed my thighs together, knowing there's a wet spot in my panties. His voice wasn't helping, rather was making it worse. Thomas was good, but I never knew he, Sherlock Holmes knows how to do to a woman. He got down and almost ripped my panties away. I really don't know whether I'd be able to wear them again after we... It's okay, I sometimes forget my pants at home. I still squeezed my thighs, keeping him from seeing what he wanted to.

"Are you eager?" I teased, I told you, I'm well trained by my fling. He smirked, but his smirk was innocent. My teasing was gone, I felt... I... With Thomas it was just good sex, but I... Felt safe with Sherlock. Never happened before, no one cared for me like he does, no one values my wishes like he does. He gives me more than I ask. And I'm not even talking about material stuffs, he... "My my". He forced my thighs to spread to give him a good view. He looked down and then at me,

"Tiny" he said seductively, "just like you" I was thinking of something sexy to say until he said, "I like it".

And then? He dived like a starved man would for food. His tongue touched my clit giving me shivers, making me moan loudly, thank goodness doctor Watson is married and out of this flat. Otherwise he'd have heard me moaning, as his tongue played with my clit. He didn't stop there, he let his tongue run through my slit, I tried to move upwards in his bed, his big hands grabbed my waist and pinned me in my place. I put a finger between my teeth to keep me from screaming. His tongue felt good, even better and I know now why. He kept on eating me out as I put a hand on his head, grabbing his curls and pulling it slightly. That's how horny I can get, don't go on my looks. He finally pulled away from my pussy, staring right into my eyes,

"Few more licks would've painted your face white Mr Holmes" I said panting.

"Guess you can paint my dick all white" he said stroking his dick. That's a sight I liked, the posh detective and his tiny childish assistant, newspapers called us "the detective and his sunshine", "posh detective and the tiny woman", "detective's childish assistant". Only if they knew, posh detective, cold detective and his childish, innocent, tiny, intelligent girl is doing dirty on his bed. He positioned his tip to my entrance, gave me a look, I nodded, ready to have him in me. And he did push himself into me,

"Ah fuck you're big" the only thing I could scream as his big cock entered me. But that's it, he's in me, I realised something I never did, now I want him, him.. I stretched my arms out, asking him to come to me. He wasted no time and leaned on me, giving me a kiss he stared to rock his hips, slowly and sensually. It felt good, my tall man, his face burried in my neck, his thrusts hitting perfectly. He protected me from bullies, showed me I'm extraordinary to worry about those ordinary people, made me realise he and I are worth better things and ... Now that I know all these, I'm not ever going to stray again... I hope. I'm staying Sherlock Holmes. He took his pace and fuck it felt nice, it felt perfect,

"My go- oh yes" I moaned, he raised his face to see mine,

"Oh, little miss tiny is about to beg" he said to tease me, I remember he told me about Irene Adler wanting him to beg, and ended up begging for protection from him, twice.

"I don't beg, men gives me anyway" I didn't wanted to be a self absorbed person, especially not now, it's just ... Came out. He replied with a sudden thrust that found the spot,

"Ah yes right there" I screamed, arching my back. He stopped, his cock in me.

"What if I don't fullfill your desire?" He does that to people, being rude but never to me. I showed my puppy eyes (which I always do and it works on him)but eventually my mouth spoke,

"Pretty please?" Which apparently means I begged for more.

“I told you, you would eventually start begging.” he said with a smirk and resumed his thrusts at my g spot. I brought him closer and wrapped my hands around him. The most intimate, he and I. I could stay like this forever, but he eventually got up and fucked me faster, the roomed filled with him painting, my moaning and our skin slapping. His cock worked fine in me. And we both knew I was close.

"So am I" he said between his pants. With some more thrusts I let out a scream, eyes closed, I painted his dick white. He pulled out of me immediately, shooting white strings to my belly.

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We got up, we cleaned ourselves and sat on his bed with a chessboard.

"Oops got your bishop" I mocked as I replaced his bishop with my pawn.

"Aww poor your queen" eventually he trapped me and got my queen that made me gasp,

"You did not" I, surely am offended by Sherlock's intelligent move, "not my queen, I can never win without it".

"Oh I'm sorry tiny" he didn't seem sorry at all, "be careful next time" his voice was gentle, soft as he explained how I should play and be careful next time, "you got it?"

"Sherlock?" I called him, not answering his question, I can play chess well, now if you play with Sherlock Holmes you're never good enough, but I wanted to ask him something else, "how was it?" He blushed, I'm too bold, I can ask anything without thinking twice, "anything you imagined?"

He nodded fumbling with my queen, "the world is filled with ordinary and notoriety you know tiny" he said looking into my eyes, "reality is often cruel, I... I saw your innocence and potentials in your eyes. You were wasting your time with Thomas, fling is useless, I hoped you'd find something better, worthy of your time, all I could give you is my adventures. You.. you're very intelligent, emotionally. You're an unique, creative thinker as well, you're hard to describe just like me. Can't let those ordinary people bully you, can't let those ordinary men lay finger on you, I couldn't stop Thomas since you consented but I want you to understand, you're here for something better." I just listened to his words, made sense why I always felt no one understood me, sitting here on his bed, wrapped in his white bedsheet with a chess board. If feels safe, he makes me feel... Understood.

"What I mean to say is I'm terrible at expressing emotions, yet I feel them just like you do, I saw you couldn't fit in with your dull boring, bimbo classmates who ultimately back stabbed you. But I see you here, with me, smiling, laughing, feeling safe I hope. This world is dull for people like you and me tiny, these people are cruel, boring for us, you and I couldn't settle down with any ordinary profession or people. We're too similar. The only thing though I believe you have extra is, your innocence. With you, reality is better than my dreams, my imagination. Because my imagination came with the reality of the world that I faced, but with you I saw a different side of it. You're different, innocent, you think differently, you're kind and you don't do things to please people. You don't want to be ordinary, you hate being boring, you're far more me than I am, you're far better me I must say, you're a better Sherlock Holmes, you bring out the better Sherlock Holmes in me, my tiny. This reality is better, and I am not just talking about sex."

Can you believe? His puzzled words did make sense, it's better here just him and me.

"I realised today that you love me" I spoke as a tear fell from my eyes, remembering how everyone treated me and how he does, I'm his better world.

"Glad you know" he said looking down at the board. I didn't know where we were at the game but I moved another pawn of mine.

"Sherlock..." I spoke, "if you wanted someone good, I believe there are many people who are... Good. You know I can't control my temper, I have no filter, I am also pretty childish and-"

"If by good you mean ordinary people, who doesn't have personality, who copies others, brags to you, lies to you, use you" he knows everything I've been through, he knows how people treated me, "ordinary people often thinks they're extraordinary, especially to those who actually are... Rare. You know my university life". I nodded, he was a lonely kid,

"So was my school life" I certainly was a lonely kid in my school, we're both eccentrics.

"We can live in our safe bubble, here, with our stupid adventures if you'd like" he proposed and I loved it, guess my grin proved so,

"And I" I got up and threw my arms around him, "love it".

He hugged me tightly, the sorrow we experienced, all was transformed into a certain joy, he always felt relaxed holding my head to his chest,

"But detective?" I had to be myself and make a proposal of mine, "I like your handcuffs." He looked suspiciously at me,

"Fine, my tiny's wish is my command".

[kxmikomrade]

Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I didn't know you didn't write for f!reader.

So, could I request headcanons of Isagi, Bachira, Rin, Reo, and Sae with a Gn! Reader who's a cheerleader?

🍁˖࿐ Cheerleader! S/O - Isagi, Bachira, Rin, Reo, Sae

╰┈➤Hcs of them with a Cheerleader! s/o! (not the stereotype i think? im guessing u meant the sport since i heard its hard) Genre: Fluff and crack? Gn!reader or Any gender Warnings: Swearing obviously, kinda short so theres that, not proof read Waiter's Notes: Hello lovely!! its alright dear :)) just make sure to read the req page/rules next time ^^ Kinda short since im forgetful, the only cheerleading movie ive watched was like over a year ago and too lazy to do research

Masterlists Req Page/Rules

MAD RESPECT

He has ALOT of respect for you in general but this? it just tenfolded bro

Tries to come to all your competitions!! and vise versa, unless your competition times overlap :'D

Comes to your practices too <3

Always makes sure to bring snacks and drinks for you

Keeps track of your diet if you have one, but ALWAYS makes sure that you arent pushing yourself too much

Coming to his games with your team/friends to cheer!

He would be SOOOOOOOOO flustered but cmon, he looks ADORABLE when he is <3333

VERY SUPPORTIVE AND GOOFY!!!

He stops by your practice and tries to do your routine, it ends up in a mess and your coach is scolding you both LMAO

But he only had good intentions!

He wanted to take your mind off things like the competition since he knows it makes you nervous, and nervous you is well- not the best you 😭😭

again, he BRAGS to anyone and EVERYONE. about you and how youre so cool doing all those tricks and things ykyk!!

He probably drags isagi to watch your competitions tbh

When you come to watch his matches and cheer, he has the BIGGEST smile ever!! 🥹🥹

Its basically like shoving 5kg of sugar into his mouth, hes so energetic and motivated now <3

guys theres literally a reason why i didnt add him on the artist hcs and its bcs i genuinely think that he wont give a fuck 🧍

Like, you do cheerleading? okay cool👍

But for the sake of this hc then imma put all my brain juice into this one

Might come to your practices whenever he has spare time/he remembers and gives you either those nice energy drinks or some suspicious green fruit-vegetable shake 💀💀

But thats pretty rare

most of the time, you two meet up and do yoga/cool down together, maybe get icecream after bcs SCREW YOUR DIETS FOR ONCE ‼️‼️

If you come to his matches to cheer, then he would mostly be surprised because from the manga and light novel, no one really watched his matches

So he feels warmth blooming in his chest and subconciously works harder to score a goal

Its hard to find out which one of you two is the cheerleader tbh

deadass cheers MORE than you when it comes to your competitions no SHIT

also, your outift fees? covered. transportation fees? no need, get on his limousine. Props being too expensive? Honey no, 'Expensive' doesnt exist anymore remember?

He basically covers for everything you spend 🧍🧍

Im gonna bet on everything that you have this room in the mikage corp thats specifically for your private practices, like the one reo used to practice soccer

Pays his teammates to go with him to cheer you on your competitions 😭😭😭😭

Come to his matches to cheer and this guy will MELT

his teammates tease him for giving you the googly eyes LMAOOO

Unlike rin, this guy actually cares

kinda

well, more than rin, thats for sure <3

He's a busy guy so he mostly watches you on his phone

speaking of that, he has this album on his gallery thats just pics and vids and clips of you 😭

AND LET ME TELL YOU

IT TAKES UP LIKE 24GB OF HIS STORAGE 💀💀💀💀

Hes dedicated so atleast theres that 🤷😭

When you come to his matches, he might not see you at first bcs theres literally tens of thousands of people but when he does?

He performs a small gesture with his arm/s from a small routine you both came up with <33

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im sorry dis is short, i literally dont know wat else to write 😭😭😭

[bl00dlight]

I'm hoping Alys loves him next season! I liked Aemond amd Heleana until this leak which I didn't want to see but it's in my Helaemond tag on tumblr!! I just hope he finds love. Thoughts?

Welllllllllllllll, I don't know about that. The alys plot line is pretty dubious in the books. Like, fairly certain she sorta is his concubine. She is more so described as his paramour and given the nature of TV show Alys, she seems to be intolerant to cruel men.

And Aemond is about 10000000x worse than Daemon. It will actually be VERY interesting how that reltionship plays out given, Aemond literally commits genocide and burns the Riverlands to a crisp. She's very weirwood, of the trees, anti-men vibes. Where as in the books she was more of a seductress.

I think what we are gonna get, is Alys manipulating him for her own survival. I'm about 99% sure she is going to put a spell on him, to prevent him from killing her. And we'll get a Daemon-esq arc that pushes Aemond further into madness. He'll probably use her to some extent I'd say. And in truth? Do I really want Aemond to find love in Alys? No, not really.

I think Aemond's arc is going to be exclusive of that love, maybe she'll act as a surrogate for his mother like the Madame did? But I think Alys will fundamentally challenge Aemond to face all the horrific things he's done. I don't really think it makes much sense for an actual romantic, loving relationship to bloom between them. Given the fact Alys seemingly saved Daemon? It seems to me homegirl is probably going to lead Aemond to his death. Because let's me honest, Aemond is SO much worse than Daemon. When you look at how they are paralleled, Aemond consistently chooses the dark and Daemon, always ends up choosing light. Even if it takes him a while to get there. We've seen his arcs have always taken him to a place where, he let's go of his ambition in service of love. Whether it be for Viserys or Rhaenyra.

But Aemond? Is the opposite. Aemond pushes away love, again and again and again for his own ambition. Helaena parallels Alys in telling Aemond how he will die.

And his reaction is rage and hurt. When Alys tells Daemon? He looks genuinely, saddened and scared?

Alys is telling Daemon the same thing Helaena tells Aemond.

You will die here. And Harrenhal is the place where men with ambition die. It's built into the walls.

I just don't see, and I will very surprised if Alys and Aemond have a healthy, loving relationship. It also just seems out of character for both. She is meant to be like 400 years old and Aemond is 18/19? She probably thinks he is a baby. He is also a genocidal, Valyrian supremacist who hates bastards. And Alys is neither Valyrian and is also a bastard. So... I think with her current characterisation, she isn't gonna take kindly to Aemond's fucking hatred of the Riverlords and him... killing all the bastards there. She gagged Daemon for alot less.

Also? Aemond literally RUINS her home. He burns the Riverlands to toast? And she is in total connection with the lands. I'd much rather see Alys gag him over simping. And I don't think the Alys x Aemond dynamic is tragic enough for me? Alys will go on living, she is a witch and even in the books doesn't grieve Aemond's death. She just moves on... and there is theory she claimed to have his bastard?

Whereas Aemond himself as we know him in the show, his heart and wounds lie in his family. Like Daemon's does. Alys seems to act as salt in those wounds. I think Aemond's most interesting points come from his family and wanting their love.

That for me is why I love Helaemond because it's completely doomed. It's fruitless. And it plays directly with both of their wounds, them as neglected, rejected siblings who are connected but also distant. And that Helaena as something which is purely good, and kind is hurt my Aemond's actions.

Alys I feel, is given so much more agency now in the show. I didn't really like the idea of her character in the books, it felt quite.... misogynistic? But her show arc proves her to be challenging and demanding, without fear of the men around her. And most of all TRIFLING. To her Daemon and Aemond are little boys playing at power they don't understand.

I think I prefer that over, weird seductress simp Alys.

So there is also that dynamic of, ehhhhh kinda feels weird for this 400 year old force of the weirwood to become a simp for an 18 year old incel. Which is kinda what Aemond is really. He told his own mother to go back to kitchen essentially.

I appreciate it, and I do legitmately want Aemond to find love/tenderness. But I think I would've preferred to see it throughout this season with Helaena. And not even romantically, just moments where Helaena is kind or gentle to Aemond. Which she kind of is in the last episode. I think that's actually what Aemond needs and ultimately what he desires.

The Madame... Alys... they only really act as substitutes for the love he wants from his family. I don't really need to see romance from Aemond, it would feel really out of character.

That Madame scene was PUSHINGGGG it already because there was no lead up to it. So I think, Aemond is a character who I'd prefer seeing him rectify the loves he craves and has pushed aside from his own family at times; over Alys x Aemond as GRRM wrote them - which is basically just Aemond taking her as his kept woman to pat his head, and suck his dick.... who also happens to be older than his own mother.

Which is even weirder... when you consider book Aemond is like 17... so it's like.... okayyyyyyyy

It's kinda the same with Nettles. Don't really wanna see a teenage girl, taking baths with 50+ year old Daemon.

[kindnessisweakness2]

5

"Oh my god! No you never!" Emily's laughter echoed around the empty house. " No Jax, I call bullshit!" She struggled to get the words out in between giggles. A red faced Jax was a sight for sure. He was never the type to get embarrassed, not easily anyway. But he could feel the warm glow on his cheeks as he told Emily the story of him falling victim to one of Opies pranks. "No seriously! I had to walk back from the lake Naked Em! Fucker stole my clothes while I was swimming with a girl. Wouldn't have been as bad but I had to walk through town in the middle of the day! My mom wasn't impressed." That spurred on another round of laughter from Emily as she imagined a naked Jax strolling down Main Street. They sat curled up on either end of Emily's plush sofa. Both comfy under the fluffy blankets she kept within arms reach. The TV played in the back ground, a movie neither of them had paid attention to. Instead they sat and actually talked. About any thing and everything, childhood memories, family and what they want from life. Jax's kutte hung on the hook by the front door, his phone in the pocket, giving Emily his full attention. And for the first time in a long time Jax felt disconnected from the stress and worry of the club. It felt weird to say but being there with Emily, it felt homely. Safe. "So you know all about my disastrous love life. It's only fair I learn about yours." Emily smiled at Jax over the top of her mug of tea as she took a sip. He shifted against the side of the sofa, always uncomfortable at the mention of Tara, but she was right it was only fair. "That was a mess, to say the least. First love, high school sweethearts. Felt like I had to be with her every minute of every day or id lose my mind. She just took over everything ya know? Couldn't see myself with anyone else. But her and club never mixed. She just couldn't understand my connection to it. My future has always been laid out for me, I'm gonna be at the head of that table, with alot of men's lives in my hands one day. My responsibility to keep them safe, to make the right decisions and get them back to their families. My mom always said it was flawed from day one. Said Tara wasn't strong enough. And looking back she was right, she pulled me away every opportunity she got. She had bigger dreams. Wanted to be a successful doctor with a cookie cutter house and a white picket fence. But I couldn't give her that. And so came the ultimatum. Her or club." Jax's eyes never left Emily as she listened to him talk. The way her face twisted he could see she wanted to say something. "Did you ever consider it? Leaving club for her I mean?" Jax smiled at her. "Of course I did. Packed a bag and everything. But then I quickly realised that I couldn't go. Look, ever since I was a kid all I wanted was a Harley and a Kutte. If I left with her I would be giving that up. Plus, what the fuck was I gonna do? I'm an okay mechanic who barely got his GED. How the fuck was I meant to provide for us, or even think of starting a family? I'm not Noah. I won't sit on my arse and let my girl bust hers to pay for everything." Emily nodded as Jax spoke. She couldn't help but think how nice it was. To sit here and just talk, be open. " Sorry for that last comment. But you must get what I mean? What kind of man would I be if I can't provide for my own." Emily smiled as she placed her now empty cup on the coffee table. "Don't worry. I know i was stupid when it came to Noah. I only have myself to blame for letting him do me dirty like that. I didn't want to see what was infront of my face. Like I said before, love blind." Emily quickly brushed the comment away, not wanting to reveal the truth. The truth was ugly and painful, and she didn't want to admit it to anyone, let alone Jax Teller. Noah had broken her, but she wouldnt admit it to anyone. She wouldnt give him the satisfaction of knowing he made her weak. Anyone asked she was fine, like always. Emily was a pro at masking how she really felt.

Jax sat looking at Emily. He could tell she wasnt as okay as she was trying to make out. Nobody could be in a relationship for that long, go through a betrayal like that and just be fine. Jax's phone rang, cutting through the comfortable silence. "You should probably get that." Emily smiled as she grabbed their cups and headed into the kitchen to give him some privacy. Jax's eyes widened in suprise. Most girls would go moody at their time being cut short, or atleast wanted to listen into the call. Being privy to club information is only an old lady perk. While he took the call from Chibs, Emily quickly tidied her kitchen packing a to go box of the meatball subs she had made them earlier, along with some victoria sponge cake. Making sure they were wrapped good she quickly popped them in a bag as Jax appeared in the kitchen. "Im sorry, i've got to go. Club shit." Emily smiled at him and handed him the bag of food. "Its okay. I get it dont worry. I packed you some left overs from earlier. If it turns out to be a late night atleast you'll have some decent food." For the second time that night Jax's eyes widened in suprise. Taking care of people clearly came natural to her. "I had a really nice time tonight Em." Jax smiled at her as she followed behind him to the front door. "Me too." She pulled him in to a hug before opening her door for him. "Look Jax, i dont know what club business your going to deal with. Its not my place to know. But just be careful." He smirked at her concern as he leaned against her door frame. "Always am Babe." Rolling her eyes, but unable to wipe the smile from her face at the blatant flirting from the blonde adonis, Emily watched as Jax rode away on his Harley.

Butterflies still flew around her stomach long after Jax had gone, but she did her best to ignore them. He flirted with everyone. From what she knew about this town he had slept his way through most of it after Tara and never settled down. She would just be another notch on his bedpost if she gave in to the temptation. Another woman silly enough to swoon over THE Jaxon Teller.

Or would she?

[positiveglitchexists]

Affirmations

Warnings: Swearing, a bit angsty at some parts, Mention of anxious movements (Shaking hands)

Notes: I have rewritten this several times so I hope it comes out better this time? I think I'm a bit off because I haven't written in awhile.. So think of this as a warm up fic!! If you find any mistakes message me so I can fix em :D

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"I really tried to stop the thoughts, but I can't help but feel like everyone is annoyed by my every move and it's just.. Overwhelming."

Puffy frowned as she nodded, writing something down in her notebook. Tommy swallowed as his hands shook a bit, he eventually connected his hands together and stared at the room he was in. 

Today was his therapy session with Puffy. On most days, he was outside for these sessions but this time they met in a small room with white walls. A wooden desk stood against one of the white walls, two orange chairs were seated across from each other, one of the chairs, the one Tommy was sitting in, was the closest to the door while Puffy sat directly across from him

He thinks Puffy is still talking but his eyes are slowly drifting off to the wall in the corner of the room..

"..But Positive affirmations is a good start!" Puffy spoke with a reassuring smile but Tommy blinked and then blinked again.. Before he rubbed his neck nervously but Puffy simply tilted her head, not seeming that surprised.

"You weren't paying attention again huh?" Tommy huffed, "I was! But then you started talking about stuff and I noticed the walls chipping.." He quickly realized that wasn't helping his case and he gave a sheepish smile.

It wasn't his fault! It wasn't that he hated therapy, it actually helped pretty well! But he couldn't help but focus on the white walls chipping in the corner. There was this white wall with blue flowers underneath it and he really wondered why they covered that up with a plain boring white-

Puffy interrupted his thoughts as she crossed her arms, "Uh huh.. Well Mr. Big man, Since you talked about how negative thoughts seem to be affecting your mind alot, I was talking about how positive affirmations could be a helpful way to combat them!" Tommy blinked, "Positive.. Affirmations?" 

Puffy nodded, "Like.. The things people repeat to themselves in mirrors?" Tommy scrunched his face up before Puffy nodded once again, "Yes! Well, technically. Positive affirmations is just saying positive things about yourself so it doesn't have to be in front of a mirror- 

Tommy pursed his lips at her explanation, "So like.. Saying how I'm a big man? Because I am truly the biggest of men, ofcourse only after Philza Minecraft, But he has only one wife and I have so many wives-" 

Puffy made sure to interrupt before he went into a rant about his many, many 'real' wives and girlfriends, "That's.. Good, but I'm thinking more.. Self centered things. 'I am loved' or 'I am cared for'" 

Tommy cringed, "Could I just write them down?" Puffy nodded, "You could but I really recommend saying them outloud-" The alarm on Puffy's communicator went off. Interrupting her and signaling the end of their session.

Puffy reached over and turned the alarm off before sitting back more comfortably and giving a smile to Tommy, "Alright, it's the end of our session for today! We settled for next week alright? So make sure to come on time and please practice-" 

Tommy waved his hand as he was already halfway out the door, "I know, I know! See you later Captain pussy!" The door closed and Puffy raised an eyebrow before Tommy opened the door and stuck his head in, "I meant Captain Puffy!" He shut the door once again and Puffy heard the footsteps fade away from her therapy room.

Tommy hummed as he walked along the prime path, quickly making his way over to Philza and Techno's cabin. Positive affirmations.. Sounded.. Okay? He definitely wasn't saying them outloud.

The thought of getting caught by Wilbur or Techno was too embarrassing even for him, Plus.. He didn't really believe in the affirmations.. Puffy reassured him but- He still can't help the negative thoughts from leaking in.

He sighed as he finally got to the door and he slammed the door open with a grin, "IM HOME FUCKERS!" He paused as he waited for a response.

He frowned when nothing was heard, maybe he was home alone- "SHUT UP TOMMY!" Tommy bursted into laughter as Wilbur's voice rang throughout the house, he quickly took a breath to calm his laughter still letting out little giggles before he stopped and headed to his room.

He paused in front of Wilbur's room but quickly shrugged and headed to his, he didn't wanna bother Wilbur. 

..Clearly thinking that was a mistake as it seemed to set off a chain reaction of negative thoughts, he swallowed as his thoughts started to overwhelm him. He sat at his desk pulling a red pen and piece of paper out before writing the best he could. 

'I am loved.' 

He wrote, it felt weird and silly and.. It didn't help all that much. He doesn't believe what he's writing. Wilbur was the only one in the house and he couldn't bother him over a silly thing like this so he continued to write various verses. 

On a good note, The writing was grounding him enough to stop his hands from shaking.

He swallowed and kept writing, eventually moving to doodling before he heard quiet footsteps heading to his room and soon enough Wilbur was standing in the doorway. 

Wilbur raised an eyebrow, Tommy turned his head up and looked at Wilbur, "Hi Will, Miss me already? I mean I would miss me too-" Tommy grinned but Wilbur looked him up and down before peaking to look at the paper and his eyebrows furrowing. 

Before Wilbur could ask, Tommy was already speaking. "Positive affirmations, My therapist recommended them." Tommy tilted his head and Wilbur nodded, "Aren't you supposed to say them outloud?" 

Tommy looked at him. Then looked back at his paper then looked back at Wilbur. "She said I could write them down." 

"..Why don't you say them outloud?" Wilbur asked curiously and Tommy mumbled, "It's stupid!" Wilbur hummed in response. 

"But still shouldn't you do what she originally recommended then?" Tommy sighed before raising an eyebrow, trying to distract Wilbur. "How do you know it's what she said originally-" Wilbur gave him a look and Tommy sighed, more dramatically this time. 

"Probably, It's too embarrassing though plus this is working just fine!" Wilbur gestured to the paper, "Tommy, You've begun to doodle Shroud." Tommy smiled, "I love Shroud. Such a good little spider he is!"

Wilbur sighed, "Alright, yknow what Tommyinnit, Say a positive affirmation right now." Tommy blinked before shaking his head, "Huh? No! Didn't you hear me-" Wilbur narrowed his eyes, but a playful tint was shining in his eyes. "If you don't, I'll help you." 

Tommy didn't seem to notice, a mistake. "...Huh?" Wilbur grinned and lifted his hands up, his fingers wiggling. "five seconds." Tommy admits it took him a minute but once he realized his eyes widened and he ran as fast as he could out the door, hoping to throw Wilbur off. 

He made it past Wilbur and Techno's room, right near the couch before he heard footsteps behind him- That was not five seconds! "WILL YOU FUCKIN LIAR-" He screamed as he was tackled to the ground. 

He felt Wilbur place his hand underneath his head as they hit the ground. Once they fell onto the floor properly Wilbur wasted no time in shifting his body to sit on top of Tommy's waist, successfully trapping him. 

Wilbur and Tommy play fought alot so the hard wood didn't bother them too much- What did bother Tommy was his brother's wiggling fingers. He struggled with a wobbly smile on his face, "P-Please Will we can talk about this r-right?" 

Wilbur put a finger on his chin as he pretended to think before he sighed dramatically. "I'll make you a deal, say some positive things about yourself and I'll let you go." 

Tommy blinked, a bit suspicious. "Seriously?" Wilbur had started to slowly glide his fingers up and down over Tommy's clothed sides, the thin shirt did nothing and Tommy made small giggles before he spoke- "Fine- Fine Okay.. I'm the biggest man!" 

Tommy looked smug like he found a loophole and Wilbur simply sighed before he dug his fingers into Tommy's sides, Tommy shrieked before loud laughter fell from his mouth and he arched his back as he tried to push Wilbur off, but he wasn't moving. 

"That doesn't count! Here I'll help you- Tommy, Your laugh is so so adorable." Tommy's face turned a light pink out of surprise, the pink spreading to the tips of his ears.

"WIHIHILL SHUHUHUT UHUHP-" Wilbur tried to keep a straight face, but the corners of his mouth twitched as he kept skittering his fingers against Tommy's clothed sides.

Eventually Wilbur stopped and lifted his fingers barely above Tommy's sides, Tommy took deep breaths. The anticipation of knowing Wilbur's fingers were directly above his sides were causing Tommy to giggle nervously as he caught his breath.

"Wihihill.." Wilbur gave a smile, "Hi Toms, lovely day huh?" Tommy wiggled as he tried to escape but Wilbur didn't budge, all the wiggling had caused his shirt to slide up but Tommy was too busy to notice. 

Wilbur definitely took notice though and gave a sideways grin, "Toms~.. c'mon just a few positive things about yourself- A real thing and I'll let you go!"

Tommy squirmed but eventually settled as Wilbur made a show of sighing and placing his fingers gently on Tommy's sides, Tommy gasped at the feeling as he realized his shirt had risen enough to reveal his sides. "Ohohokay- I'm- I'm amazing!" 

Wilbur looked at the wall for a moment before shrugging and turning his attention back to Tommy, "Well that is a thing isn't it?" Tommy grinned and struggled but quickly realized.. Wilbur didn't move an inch. 

"Wihihill? You said a thing-" Wilbur clicked his tongue as he had a low tone, "Oh no Toms, I said things." Before Tommy could react, Wilbur began to squeeze Tommy's sides. Tommy practically screamed with surprised laughter, even if his t-shirt didn't give much protection it helped the sensations feel a bit better- but this? This was horrible! Torture even!

Tommy squealed as Wilbur started to target his tummy, squeezing his sides one last time before skittering his fingers on the sides of his tummy. 

"C'mon Toms, I'm gonna help you this time!" Wilbur grinned as Tommy shook his head as he tried to squirm away from the ticklish sensations, laughter spilling out. "Repeat after me: My name is Tommy and I have the most adorable laughter in the whole planet!" 

Tommy's face turned red and he shook his head, the redness spreading to the tips of his ears and neck. "NOHOHO-" Wilbur nodded, his tone still teasing. "No you're totally correct, You have the most adorable laughter in the whole world not just the planet!" 

Wilbur teased with a big grin and Tommy squirmed, "NOHOHO WIHIHILL- PLEASHHSHE-" Wilbur tsked before he moved his attention back to Tommy's sides and began to vibrate his fingers on them, targeting the death spot once again.

Pleads and giggles spilled out from Tommy's mouth, "WIHIHILL PLEHEEASE-" Wilbur simply continued, eventually pausing to pull Tommy's shirt down. "Okay, let's try again!" Wilbur grinned happily. 

"Repeat it, My name is Tommy and I have the most adorablest laughter in the whole world!" Tommy shook his head, his fluffy hair bouncing with every shake as Tommy let out loud laughter.

Tommy was desperate to throw Wilbur off, so he did the one thing he knew would atleast get him some mercy! "WILIHIHIBY-" Wilbur paused at the nickname and Tommy thought he might've won. 

But then Wilbur simply cooed at him, "Aw Toms!" Wilbur began up again as he changed his technique to scribbling against Tommy's sides, Tommy let out a squawk before cackling as he tried to push Wilbur's hands away.

"You're so cute! Giggling your brother's name, I think you're just proving my point! Now, I promise to move away from targeting your sides if you just say what I want; My name is Tommy and I have the most adorable laughter in the whole world!" 

Tommy's face was burning red, "M-MY NAHAHAME IS TOHOHOMMY-'' Tommy got interrupted by his laughter as Wilbur slowed down enough to let Tommy speak. "I HAHVHVE THE MOST ADOHORABLE LAHAHAUGHTER IN THE WHOHOHOLE WORLOLOD-" 

Wilbur smiled brightly, "You do, don't you?" Wilbur's hands haven't slowed down and Tommy squealed, "HAHAHANDS-" Wilbur blinked before he took his hands off Tommy's sides, letting Tommy breathe. 

Wilbur's eyes seemed to go everywhere looking for another spot to tickle as he hummed, "Alright, You need to do another positive affirmation okay? Trust your big brother!" Wilbur grinned as his eyes lit up.

"How about this one; My name is Tommy and I am loved!" Wilbur did a weird voice, like he was impersonating Tommy as he spoke the last line. Tommy cringed and shook his head, "Wihihill Nohoho- Too embarrassing-" 

Wilbur sighed, "Ah such a shame isn't it? Well, If you won't say you're loved then I'll go to the place I love to tickle you." Tommy blinked before he gaped, "NO-" Wilbur pouted mockingly, "But It's a fair trade unless you have something to say~?" 

Tommy refused to let Wilbur win so he narrowed his eyes challengingly, and Wilbur grinned before moving his hands to Tommy's tummy. He stayed there as he looked at Tommy, once it was clear he wasn't going to budge he began to knead the skin there. 

It felt more like a massage but Tommy squirmed anyways, more giggles coming out then laughter before Wilbur changed his technique to a harsher tickling- He used both of his hands to scribble into his stomach. 

Tommy screamed with laughter, taken off guard by the change of technique as he squirmed. His legs kicked but it didn't even bother Wilbur as he continued with a smug look. "Does it tickle Toms?" 

Tommy flipped him off best he could as he tried to hold his laughter in but it ended up escaping his mouth anyway. 

"C'mon Toms~ I can do this all day! It's just one sentencee~" Wilbur used one of his hands to continue scribbling into Tommy's tummy but used his other hand to draw shapes into the side of Tommy's neck.  

Tommy twisted his head as he tried to get Wilbur to stop. "OKAHAHAY-" Wilbur slowed down but didn't stop completely, stopping his movement on Tommy's neck and placing his other hand back on Tommy’s tummy starting to scratch softly. 

"PFFT- MM- HAHA- I ahaham lohohoved-" Tommy's face was blushing a light pink and Wilbur cooed, completely stopping his movements as he scanned for another spot. 

"Alright, How about this one; I am cared for!" Tommy shook his head as he whined, "Willll-" Wilbur looked stubbornly at him and Tommy groaned as the blush became more apparent, he mumbled. "I ahmhm caharedhdhd for." 

Wilbur made a happy sound as he hummed, trying to think of more. "How about-" Tommy shook his head fast, "Will this is so dumb and this is wasting your time-" He whined out.

Wilbur hummed as he put the tips of his fingers on the small space revealing Tommy's hips as he slowly used his fingers to climb up the side of Tommy's body. To his sides, To his stomach, until he stopped right under his armpit. "Just one positive affirmation Toms~"

He paused and looked at Tommy, Tommy had a pleading look on his face as he looked into his brother's eyes. Wilbur simply smiled. "You know what I wanna hear~" He waited and before he could react, Tommy tightened his arms to his side to cover his armpits and narrowed his eyes at Wilbur, his face blushing red.

Wilbur tilted his head but the grin never faded, "You really wanna play this game Toms?" Tommy stuck his tongue out at him and Wilbur looked unimpressed, "Mhm.. Alright." 

Wilbur grabbed Tommy's hands that were laid down flat as he tensed his arms to protect his armpits, Wilbur used both hands and pulled them up even as Tommy tried to keep them there. 

Wilbur eventually managed to wrestle both hands into one of his and pinned them to the side of Tommy's head, Tommy screeched but Wilbur continued and used his hand to begin delivering fast pokes to Tommy's armpit. 

Tommy immediately jumped, (Or well as much as he could with Wilbur sitting on top of him) and began to squeak as he twisted his body trying to escape the pokes. 

"WIHIHILL-" Wilbur smiled happily at the reaction, "You got any positive affirmations in that big ol brain of yours? I have a ton." Tommy couldn't even begin to process any of his thoughts let alone Wilbur's question, the ticklish sensations driving him insane. 

Wilbur noticed and took pity on him, "That's fine! I'll go- Tommy, Your laughter brings me such joy and happiness because it is such a happy sound-" Tommy sputtered as he tried to think of anything but all he could focus on was the tickles, his face looked like it would stay permanently red- It probably would if Wilbur kept going.

"And I am so proud of all you achieved, I love how ticklish you are and how even just a light tap could make you squeal-" "WIHIHILL-" "I love how I was gifted such an amazing little brother-" 

Tommy's squirming had stopped even as Wilbur had moved back to Tommy's stomach and began to knead and scribble and do any technique possible, Tommy's laughter continued. He tried to push Wilbur's hands away although it was weaker than usual.

"And your laughter could make even the scariest God's melt in your grasp and I'm so thankful that I get to see you everyday and laugh at your stupid jokes, especially when you laugh at them yourself and make those adorable fucking snorts and giggles-" 

Wilbur continued not even bothering to take a breath, All these compliments came out easily and the realization of it made Tommy's face burn red. His neck and ears completely turned red as Tommy tried to sputter out anything to get his older brother to stop.

"And I'm so happy i get to see this side of you, the lee side that just melts into any and all tickles and even when you try and convince me your not ticklish anymore even when it's so clear you are when you flinch away when I get even a centimeter close to your sides- but God that's just cute too isn't it?" 

Tommy's laughter was hysteric, Wilbur suddenly reached down and blew a raspberry onto his shoulder. While it was covered by his shirt, the sensation was somehow worse and Tommy squeaked before he started to try and buck him off again. 

Tommy's laughter started to sound wheezy and Wilbur slowed down before stopping completely, pulling himself off of Tommy and sitting down next to him.

Tommy was giggling and rubbing at his skin to get rid of the ghost tickles, Wilbur helped by softly rubbing his back and humming a tune.

Eventually Tommy calmed down and when he did, He sat up and faced his older brother.

"Dick."

"Okay fair enough-" "Bitch." "Well-" "Prick." "That's literally just the same thing as-" "Fuck you." Wilbur put his hands up and wiggled his fingers, Tommy flinched before flipping him off.

Wilbur gasped dramatically before putting a hand on his forehead, "I guess you don't want any of the coke I got you!" "..Give me a coke." Wilbur rolled his eyes but got up anyways, "Hey at least you can tell your therapist that you did some affirmations!"

Tommy did get his coke, When Puffy asked if he practiced any affirmations the red on his face and his sputtering said enough.

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Hi!!!! I'm going to be entirely honest, I want to believe that he's bisexual but a lot of news articles from "close friends" say he's not. So in what ways do you think he's bisexual? I don't mean that in a bad way, but more curious way. Also, I'm a HUGE fan of your account and I think your writing is so amazing 😍

Heya Anon! Thank you for being so sweet 🥹 you made my evening yesterday!! Apologies for the spelling mistakes in this im at work and don’t have my PC on me!

Yeah with Ayrton its a tricky one. Of course the bottom line is well never know, and I also never want to disrespect him or his memory by speculating too much (although that ship probably sailed when I wrote A/B/O fanfiction about him 💀💀💀). But, personally I do think that bro swung both ways, although I don’t think its something he ever would have labeled or come to terms with.

I think Ayrton had a few genuine relationships with women- most prominently Adriane Galistou. I think he liked her because unlike his past relationships, she actually understood the importance of his job, supported him and was happy to be second in his life to racing. She seemed to genuinely understand him, and also put up with alot of his shit, because she knew what racing meant to him- and understood that he couldn’t live without it.

That being said, I do think Ayrton had an interesting relationship with men- most obviously Alain. His obsession with Alain, how he simultaneously idolised and hated him, which later turned into intense affection and friendship. I think Ayrton’s obsession did go past platonic, at that extreme i think it’s difficult to draw clean lines between where platonic starts and romantic begins. Alain to this day talks about how they ‘loved’ each other and were ‘two half’s a whole’, even though i am not sure if ayrton ever did anything about it, or if he even consciously acknowledged it- I think he did have romantic feelings for Alain on at least some level. I believe thats why he acted so intensely to Piquet calling him gay publicly. Perhaps he was paranoid.

And of course, in 1980’s while being Gay in Brasil was legal, it would have been very greatly frowned upon, especially by the catholic community Ayrton was such a big part of. As I mentioned in my previous post, Ayrton’s father made him fire his homosexual friend just because of rumours- I find it hard to believe Ayrton would ever have been accepted by those he loved. He probably had alot of internal stigmas regarding it. Especially being so religious.