#i just wonder if those are direct private conversations they're also having or if that's purely gleaning from the media yk

[danthropologie]

i don't speak the same dialect of german as helmut, but as far as i can tell the other anon is right, he's not talking about recent sim times and meant more generally comparing overall performance

perfect, i'll take it, i can work with that

[vendetta-if]

oh my~ just a simple and cliche question, how would the RO's react to a super charismatic MC ruthlessly flirting with someone in a bar while sitting next to them, unaware (or even better if they're doing it intentionally to make them jealous) EVEN better if they're still in the crushing / or full on relationship stage (your wish ;)) and have conflicting feelings about this whole thing. may or may end up in a make out session later (you can definitely finish it off at the 'and then they ended up on the bed' scene knowing that you're not comfortable with stuff like these :)) *imagines Luka just facepalming himself over the whole casanova MC ordeal while Jackal just guffaws unapologetically as the two of them watch them from afar in a not-so-secret car* *cackles along with Jackal* i have a feeling we can be besties about several 'things"...

I’ll assume that MC and the ROs are already in a relationship and that MC is doing this flirting in the spirit of lighthearted teasing for the ROs 😆 Oh, and also, the setting is in some exclusive or high-class lounge or something 😂

And don’t worry, I’m not that bothered with spicy stuff, and I’m already planning to start writing this month’s explicit spicy side story anyway, so maybe this will be a good warmup 😳

I’ll put the answers under the cut for suggestive content. Also the answers ended up being way longer than I first expected.

Ash

Ash has been gritting their teeth ever since you started striking a not-so-innocent conversation with the person beside you. Their jaws are sore from clenching them so hard and they have to take a deep swig of the drink in their hand to loosen the pressure.

They slam the bottle hard onto the counter as the drink burns down their throat, but they barely even notice, much less care, about it. They hear the person giggles bashfully at something you said to them.

Ash’s head snaps in the poor person’s direction and they glare down at them, lips pulled up slightly in half-sneer and half-snarl. The person’s smile falls for a second before returning back on their pretty face, but a lot strained.

You can’t help but smirk wider as you feel waves of heat coming off from behind you. You may not be able to see Ash’s expression, but you’ve spent almost your entire life with them and it’s really easy to picture their face right now.

You gotta admit that the person before you is brave enough to still even be standing here for ten minutes now. Most would’ve ran away in the first five minutes. You wonder how long until Ash decides that they’ve had enough.

Well, it seems you won’t have to wonder for long because Ash steps in between you and the person, staring them down for a few seconds before taking your hand in theirs and drag you away to somewhere more private and secluded.

Despite their prickly and abrasive demeanour, they are actually pretty soft and gentle and eager to please you in the bedroom most of the time. But sometimes… there are things that can trigger their more dominant side. And one of those is to act like a brat; it never fails to fire them up, no pun intended, of course.

Pinning you to the wall, they clash their mouth against yours hungrily and you can feel the rising heat of their body. The passionate make-out session lasts for what feels like forever and without giving you a moment of respite, Ash pulls your head back as their hot mouth trail down your jaws to the tender flesh of your neck and starts sucking hard and biting in several spots. They want everyone to know that you are theirs.

Rin

Rin stares at the mirrored wall in front of them impassively as they see you flirting with the person sitting beside you through the reflection. They hear the person giggle coyly at what you just whispered in their ears and they almost scoff out loud, but they hold it back and roll their eyes instead.

They bet it’s something you’ve said to all of the people you’ve flirted with before. They’re not really bothered though. The two of you have often played this game of testing patience and Rin is a very patient person.

Soon enough, you’re the one who grows bored of your own little game. Leaving the conversation, you turn to face them instead, eyebrow cocked in amusement at Rin’s calm demeanour.

And why would they not be calm? They know that they already win, like always; they don’t even need to use their precognition to foresee that. “What?” They ask you, sending you a nonplussed stare.

“Wanna do something naughty? They have a private VIP room upstairs.” You grin charmingly, leaning back on your elbows against the counter and sipping on your drink.

“No,” they say firmly before leaning close to you, whispering, “You’ve been very naughty tonight.” You feel a shiver runs down your spine and growing heat pooling down there.

That doesn’t seem to escape their notice—not a lot of things do—and they smirk. You feel their hand settling on your thigh, fingers lightly tracing and rubbing. You turn to their direction and step closer.

Their smirk grows sharper as their hand trails upwards, higher and your excitement grows, but then it stops just before it reaches where you want it to be. “Let’s get out of here, please,” you whine quietly.

“Nope. I’m still not done drinking,” Rin says before sipping on their drink again. But they move their hand to your torso area and starts their torturous teasing again; you can’t help but take in a sharp breath.

This is just the beginning of your punishment, of course. Once the two of you get home, they’ll have you begging for sweet release the entire night.

Santana

Santana sighs softly, closing their eyes as they bring their drink to their lips. Savouring the taste, they try to ignore the naughty conversation you’re having with the poor person that’s sitting beside you.

They are aware that you’re doing this to rile them up—undoubtedly for something dirty tonight—and not for anything malicious. Despite your flirtatious disposition, they trust that you would never cheat on them and that their relationship with you is rock solid.

For the next few minutes, they focus on their drink and just relaxing from a week of work. They don’t even realize that you have stopped flirting and turned to face them. They glance at you questioningly.

You pout. “You’re no fun,” you complain softly.

Santana chuckles as they set down their empty glass on the counter. They take a step towards you and pulls you closer to them. Leaning in, they whisper heatedly in your ears, “If you want me to fuck you hard tonight, you should’ve just asked.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you feel their warm breath on your ears, but it is their words that makes you hot all over. They smirk at your reaction before continuing, “I don’t have work tomorrow. So… we’ll be able to go all night long if you want to.” They wink.

You just nod dumbly and they beam as they take your hand in theirs and drag you towards the exit to where your car is parked.

Skylar

Skylar grins sharply as they look at you flirting with the person beside you. They gotta begrudgingly admit that you’re good, and enhanced with your pretty face, they can’t even blame the poor person for falling and being entranced.

They glance around the exclusive lounge; there is not really a shortage of attractive people around here. They’re contemplating on whether to give you a taste of your own medicine by flirting with other people.

But at the end, they decide to intervene and sweep you off your feet instead. They know you’re not really serious with that person and that you��re only teasing them, but still, they can’t help but wanting your attention back on them.

Embracing you from behind, they say, “Have had your fun, yet, baby?” They glance at the person, who’s staring wide-eyes, before grinning wider. “Or maybe this cutie would like to join us tonight?”

They open and then close their mouth, cheeks flushing bright red. You sigh and shake your head exasperatedly, but your lips are pulled up in a smile. “Sorry, will you excuse us?” You smile charmingly at them.

They nod their head before turning around and walk away silently. Immediately, Skylar pulls you in even closer to them until you can feel their body flush against yours.

They nuzzle the nape of your neck and whisper, “You’ve been very naughty tonight, haven’t you?” You shiver in their arms. “If you’re looking for a good time, I’ll gladly show you one right now.”

You nod quietly and they waste no time pulling you towards the stair to the second floor. No one stops you and one of the bouncers even nod at Skylar. They pull you into the first VIP room. It’s luxurious and the far wall is a full panoramic window to the floor below. You guess it’s a one-way window because if it isn’t, then it kinda defeats the purpose of the room.

Skylar wastes no time pinning you face first to the window and begins undressing you. Their hands roam all over as they pepper kisses on your neck. You know that the window is one-way, but seeing all those people milling around clearly while you are barely clothed up here… You won’t lie, it excites you and you know this kind of thing also turns on Skylar.

Luka & Jackal

Luka sighs as he watches his nephew/niece/nibling flits around the bar and dance floor area, flirting and charming yet another person. But still, he can’t help but smile bittersweetly as he’s reminded of his younger years, watching his big brother doing the same thing in parties.

“Damn, your nephew/niece/nibling is smooth as fuck,” Jackal snickers beside him. Luka grunts, leaning forward to reach for his drink on the low but expansive marble table before downing it.

However, Jackal’s snickering dies down quick as a young lady stops in front of them, looking down at Luka with clear lust in her eyes and smiling coyly.

“Hey, handsome. Looking for a fun time tonight?” she says, words slurring against each other.

“No. Please go away,” Luka says gruffly.

This is the third time someone approaches his boyfriend, trying to flirt with him as if he’s not sitting right there beside him. The previous two quickly got the message as he glares at them combined with Luka’s stern rebuff.

But it seems this lady has had too much drink because she still doesn’t get the message. “C’mon… Just one night. No strings attached or anything,” she giggles.

Jackal grits his teeth and snarls behind his face mask. If looks could kill, she would’ve dropped dead way before she could even call his boyfriend ‘handsome’.

Instead, he reaches out to the blood coursing through her veins and grips it tightly under his control. Manipulating her blood, he forces her legs to walk away, her movements are jerky like a puppet, but to outsiders, she looks like another drunk.

“Whoa! What’s happening? I can’t control my legs!” she exclaims, slurring her words. No one pays her any attention.

After she’s far away, Jackal lets go; puppeteering people takes quite a lot of effort, but it’s the only alternative he could think of that doesn’t involve him pouncing on her.

He’s usually not a guy who loves to do PDA, but he has had enough of people approaching his boyfriend for the night. He scoots closer to Luka on the plush sofa before getting on top of his lap.

Luka looks surprised. “Tyoma?” But still, he leans back to give his boyfriend space.

Jackal leans in and pulls down his mask before starting to kiss and nibble on his boyfriend’s neck. He bites down hard enough to break the skin and Luka inhales sharply above him. He sucks a bit on the small trickle of blood before lapping the little wound closed lovingly, satisfied by the quiet moan from his boyfriend.

“Luka, I wanna do it now,” he whines softly against his boyfriend’s throat.

“B—But, we are not at home right now—”

“I don’t care. We can just do it in your car.” It’d be far from the first time the two of them have done it in a car.

Luka sighs. “How about somewhere more comfortable, like the upstairs VIP lounge room. Are you sure you can’t wait until we get home though?”

“Nope. Let’s go up then!” He gets off Luka’s lap and pulls him up on his feet.

[wolves0nmars]

american healthcare by penelope scott but make it leon s. kennedy.

verse 1, "when i was seven years old i saw a dead man in the road..." could relate to the early loss of his parents and leon's first experience with a police officer. plenty of children are exposed to violence at an early age, and leon is no exception. this experience desensitized him to violence and to cope with it he focused on the positive experience he had with that cop, and decided he wanted to be an officer in order to help people.

he helped claire, sherry, ashley, etc. there's actually kind of a pattern of him "saving" female characters and kind of affirming his own masculinity by doing so. this makes his interactions with ada and luis very interesting, the former of course being a woman that doesnt need his saving and the latter being a man that desperately needs his saving. but thats a conversation for another time.

and in the chorus of the song, "you corporate fucking prick, i did not become a doctor just to suck the devil's dick" relates to him a lot. because leon s kennedy sucks a lot of d---he has a lot of experiences with "corporate overlords", like simmons. but also this doesn't just apply to specific individuals. leon is in law enforcement because he wants to protect people. he was a police officer because he wanted to protect people, he is an agent because he wants to protect as many people around the world in the long run optimally in the most efficient way. but he consistently runs into the problem that his job as a police officer is not to protect people. its to protect private property. his job as an agent is not to protect people. its to protect corporate interests. he's in the wrong job.

i really hope we see leon be a firefighter or an emt some day. like, obviously hes a little old and definitely traumatized enough, but those are occupations where your job literally is just to help people, not keep corporate interests in mind.

and in verse 2 "I asked the right questions, i never even really got bored" relates to him really well too. leon quite easily slipped into his role as "right hand man", never wondering or asking just what exactly left hand was up to. because truthfully, he didn't want to know. he preferred the comfort that came with not knowing.

or in verse 3, "it trickled into both my ears, it got louder over the years, until all that i could hear were fuckin' flies" probably relates to leon the most out of any line from this song. it perfectly represents how incredibly corrupted leon has become. it's also worth mentioning how resident evil viruses do sometimes take the form of insects. you could kind of look at it like a direct parallel between government corruption and the viruses he's fighting. they're both equally parasitic, infectious, and harmful. i imagine sometimes leon just wishes he'd be infected finally, because it's better than this torturous process of corruption. in the pre chorus, she says "sometimes it's like they'd rather die" and i think sometimes it's like he'd rather die.

it's such a great song about american capitalism and how easily it can corrupt people's naive hopes and dreams of helping people. because leon s kennedy... has been corrupted. time and time again throughout the RE franchise we see commanding officers from private corporations, governments, law enforcement, etcetera being revealed as evil and every time... the main characters just kill the guy and get back to work. they never stop and consider... maybe it's not about just one guy. maybe its not about just this one individual that happened to be evil. maybe something made him evil... maybe something allowed him to be evil... and maybe its the exact same thing that i work for... or something like that idk lolllllll.

i really hope we see leon kind of "break the cycle" and have the kinds of realizations that are in this song because like... BITCH... that stupid little boy is lucky hes so pretty!!!

also im really sorry for derailing a song about a womans experience in academia and social services under capitalism and stuff to be about this white boy in the CIA... i hope this little analysis doesnt detract from the actual song. cause like... its a great song and we dont need to make it about leon stupid little bitch kennedy for it to be good.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

When the fandom was saying for yearssss that they are totally fine if boys are dating and “let’s normalize it”. Another day another lie. I guess they forget what they were preaching about at the very moment the real possibility came into play. I wonder if it was some other girl, maybe not an idol, what reaction would be…

Of course it's a lie. You know how some of them, posing as some superior intellectual Armys always say that they can't wait for BTS members to get public with their dating because it would lead to a fandom cleanse? Well, this is what the online twitter fandom would look like, more or less, if that truly were to happen. Y/N shippers and those who ship BTS members with each other can hold their hands together cause they are in the same boat.

And I don't think it would make much more of a difference what the background of the woman would be. If she's famous, then ''fuck her, she's famous and I don't like her because of a long list of reason why I think she's not good for my man'' type of thinking. And if she's not famous, then it's just as bad because why does she get the chance as a ''commoner'', what does she have special that other fans don't? It's woman-hating mentality because of their internalized misogyny. And the industry takes advantage of that.

But it's not the same all across the board. Some idols are more spoken about this issue and they encourage their fans to seek out their own partners and move on with their lives while they can still be fans. No one is forced or obligated to have a public relationship for the sake of their fans. It's their private life. But I do think the approach towards the idea of individual/personal romantic relationship can be made in such a way that would clearly indicate that this is a normal thing and they don't keep quiet about it. Presenting singers as available to be the perfect boyfriends/girlfriends for their fans is something that is done in general in the pop music industry and it's not something that started in K-Pop or yesterday. It's a marketing tool. And it's an efficient one because the fan looks at that person as the perfect fantasy material, so they get invested and they buy the album, the merch and the concert tickets. But after they reach their 10 year in the business and they're also older, the image usually changes, it matures. And again, maturing that image doesn't have to imply a public statement about their private life. It's about the openness and willingness to change the conversation and make it clear that they're in a different place so the fandom gets accustomed and gets the chance to evolve in that same direction.

Army believes that they own BTS. They own them because the fans take pride and credit to the group's success and that also makes them feel entitled to them as human beings. They won't admit this of course, but it's obvious that this is happening. And it extends to the possession they feel in terms of them dating or doing other stuff or hanging out with friends. If they do not pass Army's approval, then they are bad and they are definitely taking advantage of the ''boys'' who are not seen as adult men who can make decisions on their own, who can be held accountable, who can make mistakes or who can simply choose to whom they want to share their private lives with.

[imkylotrash]

Heyy, could I request a Saul x student!reader, of age, where they're in the middle of an argument and someone utters those three words, i love you, and clearly they've not said to each other before... ends with fluff? also angst first cuz we all love that (hides in the corner with my blanket)

I hope this is what you had in mind 💛

The day starts out good. Like really good. As in showering together, laughing when he creates a foam beard, hot kisses behind closed doors. It starts out good. By lunchtime, you’ve stolen several moments in empty classrooms and in empty corridors. Even though you’ve been together for almost a year now, it still feels like that honeymoon phase in the beginning of the relationship. 

“I have to go,” you whisper giving him a final kiss before running to class. You’re not sure when things turn sour but when you return to his chambers that night, he’s definitely not in the honeymoon phase anymore. 

“Something wrong?” you ask closing the door behind you. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed his entire body rigid. In the entirety of your relationship, you’ve had exactly one fight right in the beginning and it was so unimportant that you don’t even remember what is was about. But this right here is new territory. You’ve never seen him this upset. 

“Saul?” you ask wondering if he even heard you. He looks so lost in his thoughts you’re not sure he’s even noticed you yet. Carefully, you walk in front of him getting on your knees so you can look at him properly. 

“What happened, hon’?” you ask attempting to cup his cheeks but he pushes your hands away. His anger is definitely directed at you yet you have no idea what you could’ve possibly done in the last few hours since you saw him last. 

“Did you tell someone about us?” he asks getting up to pace the room. You stay down trying to figure out how on Earth he’d find out that you told one friend. She promised she wouldn’t tell anyone and you’d been desperate to talk to someone. It’s hard not being able to talk to your friends about relationship subjects. Sometimes you just need a second opinion. 

“I... I told-”

“So you did? Who?” He paces even faster not even looking at you as you slowly get on your feet. You have a feeling this is going to be more than just a calm chat. 

“I told Amber. But she promised she wouldn’t say anything. I’d trust her with my life!” you defend her hoping he’ll believe you. There’s no way Amber would tell anyone. In the five years you’ve known her, she’s kept every secret you’ve ever shared. 

“Clearly, she did. Because I just had to lie to Farah’s face and say that the rumours most certainly weren’t true.” You understand his frustration but you also think it’s a little misguided. You’ve kept the secret for a year at his request, he was the one worried what everyone would think despite him not being your headmaster. You were a fairy meaning you had nothing to do with the specialists and in turn with Saul. But he had remained adamant that he couldn’t date a student publicly, so you kept the secret. 

“Someone must’ve overheard us then. I can vouch for her,” you say trying to think logically. There’s a lot of young teenage girls who harboured a crush on the soldier standing in front of you. You wouldn’t put it past one of them to try to ruin your relationship by telling everyone what they’d overheard. 

“Why would you tell her in the first place? Why risk it?” he says trying to keep his cool. You know he’s not one to yell easily but the vein in his neck tells you he’s about to blow. 

“I just needed to talk some things through,” you say weakly not wanting to admit the real reason why you talked to Amber. Not when he’s acting like this. 

“What things could be so important that you’d risk this entire relationship?” he yells finally giving in to the urge. It’s the first time he’s ever yelled at you and it makes you feel incredibly small.

“I risk our relationship by having a private conversation with someone I trust completely?” you ask feeling yourself get angry too. This is so unfair. Maybe he doesn’t need to talk to others and consult but you do. And you should be allowed to do so with just one person. 

“Yes! I told you I wanted to wait until you graduated!” he exclaims throwing out his arms in a real tantrum style. This is so far from the Saul you know and adore. How did today get so twisted? 

“You better choose your next words very carefully,” you say trying to regain some of your posture. You don’t want to yell at him. You want him to calm down and have an actual conversation with you. 

“You certainly didn’t pick your words carefully. Or we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Your brain is begging you to walk out and end this fight right now but your heart is telling you to stay and fix this. 

“Mess? That’s what you want to call this? What is your problem?” you ask feeling your hands shake with actual anger. 

“My problem is you blabbering to everyone when I told you to keep it a secret and you can’t even tell my why!” 

“You want to know why I told Amber? What I needed to talk about?” you yell losing your cool once again. You are so over taking the high road. If he wants to insult you and yell at you, you’re not just going to take it. 

“Yes!” 

“Fine! I needed to talk to her because I wanted advice on how to tell you that I love you!” Deafening silence. Out of all the reasons you’d need to talk to Amber, he definitely wasn’t expecting this. 

“You love me?” he asks very quietly compared to his yelling before. Of course the answer is yes, but right now you don’t. Right now, you want to walk out and never talk to him again. 

“Not right now, I don’t.” You cross your arms waiting for him to throw another fit but he stays silent. You’re pretty sure you’d rather have him yelling than this state of shock. Is it so unimaginable that after a year you’d be ready to tell him that you love him? Is it because the feeling isn’t mutual? Maybe he wanted to keep it a secret because he never thought it would go further than a fling. 

“I’m going to go,” you say not ready to hear all the reasons why he doesn’t feel the same. He grabs your wrist as you pass him causing you to stop. Even now his touch sends a chill down your spine. 

“Don’t go. I’m an asshole.” 

“You won’t hear me argue that.” It helps to hear him admit it though. You truly are sorry that word got around but you never intended for that to happen. You just needed advice from someone you could trust. 

“Do you still love me after the way I just behaved?” he asks stroking your arm gently instead of gripping into your wrist. It’s such a small thing but it sends your nerves into overdrive. It’s always like this when he touches you. 

“Of course I do. I just won’t be treated like that and be expected to take it.” 

“You shouldn’t have to. I was worked up and you were in the line of fire. I’m truly sorry.” You take a deep breath just wanting this fight to be over with. You hate fighting with him especially when you only have so much time with him throughout the day. Mornings and nights are times where you should be cuddled up in the bed talking about everything and nothing. 

“Well?” 

“Well what?” he asks confused at the question.  

“I told you I love you. It’s pretty natural to at least give some sort of response.” He laughs quietly looking straight into your eyes. 

“Do you honestly think I’d ever say anything other than I love you too?” Finally, you can relax. You’ll admit this hasn’t been ideal, but you’re happy you got to say it. You’ve been wanting to for the last month just waiting for the right time. Turns out there never really is a right time for these kinds of things. You just have to throw yourself in the deep end and hope you’ll float. 

“It’s nice to hear you say it though.” He leans in to kiss you and you let him. You don’t want to be mad at him anymore. 

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips before kissing you again. He tells you a third time before lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. A fourth time before he carefully places kisses down your neck. A fifth time before he starts unbuttoning your shirt. You stop counting after that. 

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[darkmoonstore]

ˀ☕„ One-shot:

❥ Pronouns: He/Him.

❥ Summary: Yamaguchi with a intimidating ghotic s/o

❥ Warnings: People being mean and ignorant, mention of panic attack and anxiety.

❥ Request by anon: hi love!! i was wondering if you could do a oneshot of yamaguchi and a gothic male reader? where yams is intimidated by the reader but then when he becomes the reader's friend, he notices how caring/loving he actually is and lowkey falls in love? :') thank you!

Hey, thank you for ordering! Before you read, it's good to know that this one-shot wasn't corrected and that Shiro struggled a lot with this, so it may not be good quality, but we hope you enjoy and that you come back soon! (We're also really sorry for ending like this, but Shiro had no idea what to do anymore)

In a weekend Y/N was buying groceries, somethings ended in home so he had to buy more, the boy didn't even noticed that some of them were ending, so it was a surprise to open a cabinet and not find things. People always looked at him and judged, sometimes old ladies came and said he was going to hell, simply because of his clothes, but the majority was afraid of him because the way he dressed and his expressions.

In the area of fruits and vegetables Y/N saw a pretty cute person, brown hair with two strands on top of their head that moved while they picked things, cute freckles in his face and simple clothes. The said person was coming in his direction, not necessarily to talk to him, but he internally freaked out, so he turned and tried to focus on buying his things.

Already with everything he needed, Y/N was already on the line to the cashier, when he noticed the same person from before right on his front. Gathering courage, the boy called attention of the person.

— Excuse-me — The person looked back and Y/N freaked out, totally having a internal gay panic and forgetting what was going to say. So the person on his front got really scared and tought he was mad.

— I-i-i'm sorry! I d-don't know what I-i did, b-but- — The person was totally red, really nervous and shaking a lot, so Y/N tried to calm them, even tho he was also panicking.

— No! You didn't do anything! — Trying to calm them, he just got the situation worse. The line was walking, so people beside them started to scream and proclaim about they getting to much time to move, both excused and walked, stopping the conversation since was already the person time to pay for the objects.

After that one week passed, when Y/N saw the same person on his school, so with courage he tried to talk to them, but they simply runed away, letting the boy there speechless. But he didn't gave up, trying to figure out who this person was, in the next day he discovered that they're a first year, so the search was having progress. With some more days, the boy finally knew who this perso was, Yamaguchi Tadashi from the volleyball club.

Y/N planned to go to their volleyball club and try to talk with the person, that he discovered to use he and him pronouns. But unfortunately something happend and he couldn't go, letting him to just do it after the weekend, so he passed the entire weekend anxious, imagining ways of talking with the cute boy.

The day finally came and he was more anxious then ever.

"I'm not going to ask him to marry me, why I'm like this?" The boy thought, standing in front of the door like a statue. When someone called his attention from behind, a tall blond person using glasses, this person was accompanied by the cute boy, that got really red and nervous when noticed him.

— If you gonna be a statue, at least don't be in the way — The blonde said, taking Y/N out of the trance and going to the side, letting them pass and go into the gym. The boy came in after the duo, decided to watch them train and at the end talk with Yamaguchi.

All the boys were suspicious of you, Yachi almost having a heart attack and hiding from you, the atmosphere was awkward. No one knew what you wanted, but that didn't stoped them from practicing, especially Hinata who was happy that someone was so interested on the team to watch them practice.

At the end of the practice you came to talk with Yamaguchi, that still with the blonde, so you sent your "death glare" which for you was a normal one, but people were scared of it. The blonde quickly understood what you wanted, a little hesitant of letting the best friend alone with the scary person, but they created a excuse and distanced themselves.

— Excuse-me, you're Yamaguchi right? — The volleyball player panicked, thinking that Y/N was mad at him at the point of going after him in the club.

— Y-y-yes — The other boy said shaking a little.

— We met at the grocery store the other day, if you don't remember — Y/N started, getting more nervous while talking — I thought you're really cute, so I wanted to ask for your number — With the courage that he doesn't know where came from, he finally said the words.

But with this the freckled boy got more red, if that's even possible, stuttering more and almost having a panic attack. Y/N tries his best to calm down the other, what worked a little and they exchanged the numbers, with a promise that they would talk later.

In the next months, the two boys talked a lot with each other, using text and even calls. They also spend the lunch break together, with Tsukishima too since he is Yamaguchi's best friend. And turned to be Y/N's friend too, the gothic boy don't know if it's because of the blonde best friend or because Tsukishima tolorates him more than the others, what's a really rare thing.

With time Yamaguchi started to notice that Y/N isn't bad or intimidating as he thought, what made he feel bad for judging the boy just because of his appearance. But the volleyball player also realized that he felt for the boy and it was a gigantic fall. Now he has no idea what to do, noticing his feelings it means that someone else could already noticed too, so he got more nervous around Y/N and the other boy didn't understand why Yamaguchi started to avoid him again, so he asked Tsukishima for help.

— I can't say anything because it's his life, he decides if he wants to tell you or not, but try talking to him in private and confess yours obivious feelings — Was what Tsukishima said, Y/N didn't understand much, but tried to follow this advice.

But just after they met, Yamaguchi ran from him again, so it was really difficult talk to him, what made the entire volleyball team try to help. What worked, they finally had some time alone so they could talk.

— Yamaguchi, did I do something wrong for you to avoid me? — Was the first thing that Y/N said when the others boys left the room — I don't know what I did, but I want to fix it, I don't want you to avoid me like the plague.

— NO! I'm sorry, but you didn't nothing wrong, it's just- — Y/N waited patiently for him to finish, don't wanting to put more pressure in the boy and make him anxious — It's just that... you're so beautiful, gentle an-and perfect that I don't know how to act with those feelings, you make me so nervous an- — Yamaguchi's face got really red and by his expression, he didn't meant to say all that.

— It's okay Yamaguchi, I like you too! — Y/N responded.

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine one-shot “Artistic Differences” (Rated NC17)

Summary: Kurt and Blaine have known each other all their lives. They've loved each other almost as long. But as Blaine uses his love for Kurt as inspiration for his music, Kurt has yet to reciprocate. And since painting is Kurt's entire world, Blaine is worried about what that might mean for the two of them. (2703 words)

Notes: I had been writing this for the @klaineadvent Drabble Challenge 2020 prompt 'opinion'. I finally finished it. Wee! XD

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Baby, you're not alone...

'Cause you're here with me...

And nothing's ever gonna bring us down...

'Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you...

And you know it's true...

It don't matter what'll come to be...

Our love is all we need to make it through...

Blaine stops singing when he notices an echo haunting his lyrics, lingering on the high notes for longer than written. He listens with eyes closed, smiling at his keyboard. 

His boyfriend Kurt, humming behind the melody. 

Blaine has been ironing this song out for the past three hours now but Kurt hasn't complained once about the constant stopping and starting.

He never does. 

Blaine peeks over his shoulder as he continues to play with the harmonies and watches Kurt, focused on the canvas in front of him, swaying to the rhythm of the music, happily sandwiched between his two passions - art and music.

It's a mild and sunny Saturday - a whole day devoted to cleaning up commissions and tying loose ends on weekly projects before their one day off together. Blaine and Kurt share a studio space - normally unheard of for an artist and a musician, but they make it work. It helps that they've known one another for so long that being alone together is the same as being alone with themselves. That also means they get the inside scoop on what the other is working on long before the public does.

And what they're not working on, which has begun to bother Blaine.

Blaine adores everything his talented boyfriend comes up with. Even regarding his more controversial works, there isn't a thing Kurt has painted that Blaine finds objectionable. Kurt puts his heart and soul into every painting, no matter who it's for, and no matter the subject. A writer from Artforum once wrote: "Kurt Hummel goes beyond the veil to showcase not just the external, but the core of every subject - their drives and motivations. It pairs nicely with the transparency of his own soul, which shines through the gouache and the gesso to leave the viewer with a tangible piece."

And therein lies the root of Blaine's problem.

A glance at one of Kurt's canvasses and the world knows everything it needs to about what he loves.

But one subject in particular has gone wholly unrepresented.

“How come you've never painted a portrait of me?” Blaine asks.

"Hmm... what's that, love?" Kurt mutters, switching out brushes, then moving from a blob of Titanium White to a smear of Winsor Blue.

"How come you've never painted a portrait of me?" Blaine rises off his piano bench and relocates to the wooden folding chair behind Kurt's easel in the hopes of pulling his attention a bit. "You've been an artist for as long as I've known you, and I've known you your entire life. But not once have you ever painted a portrait of me."

“Why do I need to? I have you right here," Kurt says, pretending to bop the tip of Blaine's nose with his brush. "Besides, these aren’t personal." His gaze bounces between the three canvases set on easels in an arc in front of him. "They’re bought and paid for.”

"But what about your private stuff? You've shown me your sketchbooks and your digital art files. Unless you have some hidden folder marked 'secret boyfriend art' that I've yet to come across, there's not a single piece of me in any of your work."

Kurt doesn't steer his gaze away from the apple he's adding highlights to to acknowledge his pouty boyfriend, but the corner of his mouth hitches. "If you say so, dear."

"I know so," Blaine grumps, crossing his arms over his chest and dropping back in the chair so hard he nearly topples it over.

"That's your opinion."

"You're evading."

"Is it really so important to you?"

"Yes! It would be nice to be immortalized by my artist boyfriend!"

Kurt snickers. "Are you that much of a narcissist?"

"Your art is important to you! More than that - it's your life! You paint everything that you love! You've made dozens of paintings of Finn, your father, your mother, your Navigator... "

"My Navigator is my baby. It deserves love. I don't get to drive it much living in the city," Kurt defends. "Besides, those paintings I posted on Instagram landed me a huge contract with Lincoln, and that paid for our month-long tryst to Bali. You're welcome, by the way."

"I'm not saying I'm not grateful... " Blaine pauses, the smile on his face a souvenir from thirty straight days of overindulgence in sex and alcohol. "I think I more than proved that on that private beach? Under the moonlight?"

"Yeah, you did," Kurt growls, silently hoping that will be the end of this discussion.

"But... " Blaine picks up and Kurt's heart sinks.

No luck.

"... nowhere am I present in your work. Not that I've seen. Not even in the abstract. And that makes me think... " 

"Think what?" Kurt mutters, his playful attitude fading the longer this conversation drags on.

Blaine sighs, realizing how much like a spoiled toddler he sounds. But he's in too deep to stop now. "That you don't expect me to be around long."

Kurt's snicker turns into a full-blown chortle. "We've been together forever! You staked a claim on me in kindergarten! Are you suddenly going somewhere?"

"Can't you take this seriously?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it's ridiculous!"

Blaine huffs. "Great. So my feelings are ridiculous."

"No, Blaine, your feelings are valid. This argument is ridiculous. Believe it or don't, you don't know everything about me. Or my work. What does it matter what I put on a canvas? I told you that I love you! That I would always love you! I tell you over and over and over! Those are my words! My truth! Listen to my truth!"

"B-but what if you change your mind?" Blaine grimaces when that toddler inside him begins throwing an all-out tantrum.

"Then I change my mind!" Kurt groans, slamming his free hand down on an open tube of Dandelion Green, sending a thick ribbon of paint a good four feet. "I'm allowed to change my mind! And so are you! But I don't see that happening!"

"Then why won't you marry me?"

Kurt pulls a face, probably without thinking about it. "Because I'm not very fond of marriage."

"Why not? Your parents had a great marriage! And your father has a wonderful second marriage!"

"But your parents don't have a very good marriage, do they? Nor your older brother, who's been divorced twice already! " Kurt argues, frustration causing him to forget himself and clean his stained hand on the untucked hem of his shirt instead of a rag. That should be a huge red-flag for Blaine to back down, yet he doesn't. Common sense? Sorry, don't know her. "And the national average isn't that great, either. Doesn't it mean more that I choose to stay with you instead of feeling obligated to?"

Blaine doesn't have an answer for that, even though the answer is obviously yes. Of course, it does. And in high school, that would have been enough to shut Blaine up. But admitting to that feels too much like conceding, and this one time, this is an argument he wants to win. "Did you hear that song I've been working on?" Blaine asks, switching gears so quickly, it puts Kurt on edge.

"Yes," Kurt replies, his voice becoming tight quickly. "It's lovely."

"I wrote it for you."

"Thank you. It sounds wonderful. Another huge hit in the making."

"It's the 15th song I've written in your honor."

"Wow," Kurt says dryly, predicting the direction this is heading. "That many?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's an incredibly kind and loving gesture, one that I didn't know required reciprocation."

"It doesn't require reciprocation. But it would be nice."

Kurt rolls his eyes at Blaine's agenda. Tit for tat. Is that how this is supposed to work? "From what I remember, those songs made you a pretty penny."

"So?"

"So, it's not like you wrote them for me and kept them between us. Most of those songs are chart-toppers."

"But I didn't release them for the money! I wouldn't care if they didn't make me a dime! I put them on the albums because I'm not afraid to let the world know how I feel about you!"

Kurt's brow furrows as he fights through a blooming headache to decode that declaration. Once he gets it, he gasps. "I'm not hiding you away if that's what you're implying! You go with me EVERYWHERE! Every gallery opening, every art show! There have been articles written about our relationship! You're no dirty little secret!"

"I never said I was."

"No?" Kurt chuckles bitterly. "You're sure implying it a great deal!"

"That's not what this is about."

"You're right. It's not. Blaine!" Kurt tosses his brush into a mug of water and starts pacing the floor. "I am a gay artist walking a very fine line."

"I'm a gay artist, too!" Blaine says, offended.

"But you're a musician. And a songwriter. Musicians are supposed to use love as their muse. Writing about your relationship is expected... unless you're Taylor Swift, apparently."

"Yeah. What's up with that?"

Kurt shrugs. "I don't know. The point is that the second I make a piece of art about our relationship in any way, shape, or form, I'm afraid that's all it will be about, no matter what I intend."

"Isn't art supposed to be subject to interpretation?"

"That's just it! If I hint that my art has anything to do with you, that will become the only interpretation. Because too many straight people see the homosexual experience as solely about the right to fuck who we want to fuck and nothing else. I make a portrait about you or dedicated to you, and after that... " Kurt's eyes leave Blaine's face, scanning the room and his canvasses all around for help making his argument. He finds a painting of a forest they hiked through in Bali and stops there "... a tree that I paint will no longer be just a tree. It will become a symbol. In a forest of evergreens, if one needle is slightly browner than the rest because the paint oxidizes weirdly or whatever, then it'll be about you and me on the skids and nothing else. And I don't want that to happen."

Blaine turns in his chair to find the painting Kurt is staring at. On the surface, it's trees, dirt, and sky, but underneath, it's much more than that. That painting of their beloved paradise is perfection - so much so that he can feel the sun on his face, the breeze kissing his cheek, smell the sunscreen on his skin. "I understand what you're saying, but... "

"But?" Kurt grinds out between his teeth. This is the frustrating thing about arguing with Blaine. Even when he says he sees Kurt's point of view, he doesn't seem to really.

And when he's not winning, he gets dismissive.

"... I think you're overthinking things a little."

"And you're not?"

"Another evade," Blaine says, pointing at him in a way reminiscent of his brother's only acting technique.

Kurt grabs the hair at his temple and pulls to keep from flinging the palette in his hand like a frisbee at Blaine's head. "Isn't it more important that you know how I feel about you? You inspire me every day! Your love, your support, your music - they feed my soul! But do I have to plaster it on a wall to make it real?"

"That's kind of an empty question because you don't! There are no paintings of me! Not even in our apartment! And I'm sorry, but I think that's very telling!"

Kurt nods, his lips pulled taut. "You're right, Blaine. Not one. And it is very telling." He drops his palette on his work table and circles the room, grabbing finished canvases and carrying them over. He positions them purposefully, placing some under UV lights he has mounted to runners on the ceiling. 

"What... what are you doing?" Blaine asks with worry, wondering if Kurt is about to do something hasty, something that will ruin his paintings, waste all those hours of work, jeopardize the money he has yet to collect for them. 

Kurt doesn't answer. 

He doesn't even look at him. 

He works silently, his shoulders rigid, his footsteps heavy as he collects paintings Blaine forgot about, paintings that had made Blaine bristle because they were of places they had been to together, things they had made a point to see only with each other, but not a one included him. Those Kurt flips upside down.

He swipes a squeeze bottle of clear liquid from his army of supplies. It could be water. It could be paint thinner. Blaine doesn't know, but he's not certain he wants to find out. He's about to leap off his seat to stop him, but Kurt switches off the overhead lights, turns on the UVs, and Blaine stops. He watches in horror as Kurt douses the flipped canvases in fluid, but the paint doesn't run. Whatever is in that bottle, it sticks, but only in certain areas, and before it dries completely, Kurt dusts the paintings with a fine powder, one that brings hidden images to life beneath the lights.

“Oh my God,” Blaine mutters, stepping back to get a better look.

Every painting, in one way or another, is of him. Of them. And not just recently. There are images of them from college, high school... middle school. There are profiles of Blaine in the negative space between flowers of one painting, and in the clouds of another. A fluorescent image of teenaged him playing guitar to a silhouette of Kurt sitting beside him. There are shadows of them dancing, singing, even a daring one of them making love up against a wall. 

And the flipped landscapes? Their vacation pictures, as it were? The glowing dust reveals portraits hiding in plain sight, painted upside down and invisible to the naked eye. All of these images, Kurt painted in ways where no one would detect them if they weren't looking for them. If they didn't know they were there.

And they are in every. single. one.

Now that he's seen this, it's safe to assume all of Kurt's works carry similar Easter eggs, even paintings long gone.

"Why... why didn't you tell me about this?" Blaine asks, too stuck on stupid to move, walk from painting to painting and examine them properly.

"Why did I need to? I love you. I've told you. What else did I need to prove?"

Blaine shakes his head slowly, ashamed of himself. What an imbecile he is! Kurt is absolutely right. He loves him! He didn't need to prove it! The hurt Blaine felt - that was on him. It wasn't Kurt's responsibility to fix it. There isn't a day that goes by where Kurt doesn't show his love to Blaine in one way or another. Blaine didn't need this. He really didn't.

And right now, he doesn't feel he deserves it.

On a side note, how wrapped up in his own crap has he been that here, in this space that they share, where proximity has forced Kurt to memorize every song Blaine has been writing for his latest album while he paints, that he never realized just how frickin' talented his boyfriend is!?

"Kurt... " Blaine finally finds the strength to take a step forward, drawn to that ghostly image of them making love. It's a simple shadow of the moment, but it evokes a powerful memory "... these are incredible. How did you... ?" Blaine expects an answer before he can finish. Kurt is rarely shy about discussing his work.

Though Blaine should use this opening to his advantage - apologize since those should have been the first words out of his mouth.

But he gets nothing.

"Kurt?" Blaine looks over his shoulder in search of his boyfriend, ready to make amends. 

But Kurt is gone.

[transsexualhamlet]

sherlock holmes reactions part 4 (?) ive lost count already but unsurprisingly ive grown even more attached to him

using this as the cover image because i made him a playlist. cause im awful

no legit this is gonna need a read more because it's SO LONG SHIHEWIESHEFSHIEWHF

Had three mental breakdowns this week and realized i do in fact kin sherlock motherfucking holmes. this does not bode well for anything in my life mentally I've diagnosed him with so many things

Oh boy lol you want the list I think hes autistic (undisputed honestly) plus also adhd but on top of that there's the manic depression and uhhh the bpd lmao I dont even think that's it those are just. the obvious ones

But yeah man's a fucking mess and a shit person but in the same way as me so 👍

Some highlights I thought were very funny:

watson: we are in fact going to be waltzing into a place where people are Shooting People you do not have your gun. this is a problem

sherlock: don't worry watson I have my trusty stick!

watson: visible pain

This clearly happens like every day or so with them

but yeah there were some really honestly sweet scenes with them at the apartment and why am i getting soft over the crusty man being gay

have you considered tho. have you considered them

have you considered sherlock, who usually only plays absolute garbage on his violin serenading watson to sleep when he was tired and in pain and watson being so fucking in love with the man and waxing poetic about falling asleep to his music and waking up to see him fallen asleep on the couch next to him and oh my god them

They're just really sweet together for such a completely dysfunctional couple so much of the time lol I just. Sherlock being like.

Sherlock half of the time: watson you're fucking stupid. no i won't take care of my personal needs stfu. watson get a goddamn life. watson shut up. watson no one cares about your goddamn opinion. no i need to disturb you in the middle of the night it's for science. hey watson mind if i manipulate mansplain malewife

Sherlock the other half of the time: HELLO SIR YOU ARE MY FAVORITE MAN TO EVER MAN HELLO MAY I SPEND THE REST OF MY DAYS WITH YOU HELLO I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU WE ARE PERFECT MATCHES I LOVE YOU AND I NEED YOU YOURE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME PLEASE MARRY ME

They're... they certainly are.

ALSO OH MY GOD.

THIS ONE TIME WHEN SHERLOCK WAS JUST PACING AROUND THE ROOM AT 3 AM GOING "IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE >:(((" AND HUDSON LIKE BARGED IN TO COMPLAIN AND THEN WATSON WAS LIKE DUDE YOU GOTTA STOP DOING THIS AND PROCEEDS TO SAY THE LINE "YOU ARE KNOCKING YOURSELF UP, OLD MAN"

BAHGHSFHGRHEWHEWHIFEW

BRB SOBBING

CALLING HIM AN OLD MAN???? KNOCKING HIMSELF UP?? I DONT KNOW WHATS FUNNIER

The main highlight of this part was I have now gotten to see him have a great time watching his homo homie get married

Its so fucking funny.......

I was prepared for a funny reaction by yuumori sherlock's face when he said it lol but. Damn i was really not prepared tbh

watson: I'm engaged!

sherlock: *pained groaning*

watson: do you... not like her?

sherlock: no she's fine she's great you'll be wonderful together bUT I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE ARE HETEROSEXUAL WATSON DO I HAVE TO MARRY MYSELF THEN WATSON? ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME MARRY MYSELF.

watson: yeah... yeah... fair, I feel really bad because you did this whole case and I got a girlfriend out of it and all you got was me leaving you alone fuck man im sorry what are you gonna do without me

sherlock, highly sarcastic: dont worry watson I've always got my handy cocaine! *pulls it out and gets high in front of watson just as he's about to leave*

watson: *in fucking agony*

sherlock: good for you!

I DONT EVEN- THIS SCENE KILLED ME MULTIPLE TIMES OVER WHAT

ITS SO GODDAMN NONCHELANT ABOUT IT SHERLOCK IS JUST LIKE YEAH I WILL IN FACT NOT BE MENTALLY HEALTHY IF YOU ARE NOT WITH ME 24/7 BUT WHATEVER YOU DO YOU /S

I'd like to apologize to watson on sherlock's behalf lmao. man is being a bit too codependent on main

The last thing about sign of four I do need to address is yeah, there's the Horrific Amounts Of Racism in that one and the whiplash hearing it is just ridiculous because they seem to be so knowledgeable in all other areas and fairly... politically correct, taking sherlock's original misogyny as a purposeful character flaw, but then they just mention someone indigenous once and suddenly its all parrotting racist propaganda and just... really awful shit. There's no way I'm gonna speak for the group that just got absolutely hate crimed here but anyone can tell the author just has no clue what he's fucking talking about and it's physically painful.

And I don't know, it's just so bad it seems out of character? Doyle's making these motherfuckers say shit that honestly, Sherlock would know better about. And especially Watson. Come on, you cannot tell me watson is mentally capable of being prejudiced against someone. Please do not make him that way.

I'm not sure how to handle it specifically, or what's the proper way I should handle something like that in a media I otherwise like. Is it ok to say Doyle was clearly a piece of shit on the matter and separate those characters from his bias or is that insensitive?

I don't know, I was Not a fan of it and I'm glad to see they've at least finally shut up about the guy

But anyway yeah, uhhhh onto the short stories because I'm trying to read those before I get to the final problem

Scandal in Bohemia was a fucking ride, first of all, before we even get to Sherlock's girlboss arc we have to discuss how gay the whole situation was and how Doyle's attempt at making them less gay failed spectacularly

Like he's all "ah yes I need to marry off watson and uhhh make sherlock ummmm interact with a woman so they dont look gay" but he does it SO BADLY that it makes them look EVEN GAYER

cause i mean, even the conversation they had about watson getting married back in sign of four was gay af, but how Doyle handled things afterward was in no way straighter.

Cause you know, the man kind of wrote himself into a corner with the fact of Watson narrating these stories. So Watson has to be around to witness them, and to witness Sherlock's own thought process rather privately, so he has to be around sherlock at night, a lot. But trying to come up with a reason for that happening just... it didn't occur to Doyle. He just went. Ah yes this makes sense. And it's Watson just like Sleeping Over At Sherlock's like every other goddamn day and every time his wife leaves town and having them basically still live that cute domestic home life but they have absolutely no excuses for doing it anymore. It's quite funny

Like it was gay already the way they interacted when they officially lived together but it was like, a necessity for them. Now it's not, Watson just comes over because he goddamn wants to, and it's hilarious to me.

LIKE IDK I THINK THEY KIND OF BROKE UP FOR A YEAR OR SO BC OF WATSON GETTING MARRIED AND THEY LIKE DONT HAVE CONTACT WITH ONE ANOTHER BUT ONE DAY WATSON JUST INEXPLICABLY HAS THE URGE TO COME VISIT SHERLOCK ON NO NOTICE AND THEN SUDDENLY THEY ARE TOGETHER NEAR 24/7 AGAIN LIKE BARELY ANYTHING CHANGED AHIEHOEWH

SIT DOWN AND TRY TO TELL ME THOSE ARE NOT HOMOSEXUALS

Watson walks in on no fucking notice after a full year and Sherlock is just. In the middle of some experiment obviously but hes like

Sherlock, carrying around unidenfiable chemical mixtures: W A T S O N you look good you look good! i see you've gained seven pounds!!

watson: uh. thanks??? Hey lol *awkwardly waves* Uh um Wanted to Uhm sEe you

Sherlock: ABOUT gODDAMN TIME AND YES WONDERFUL LOOK LOOK SIT DOWN I HAVE THINGS TO INFODUMP ABOUT

watson: :) ok :) *turns to camera* and we were back to the old days

sherlock: makes a deduction

watson: wowwwwwwwwwwww !! so true bestie !!

sherlock: !!!!!!!!! :))) !!!!! :))) uh fuck im supposed to be smooth Its Elementary Lol

watson: *turns to camera* when i stroke his ego like this and compliment him he blushes like a girl like i just complimented his dress so i do it more because he likes it. this is a homie trait

watson: well i should probably get going! my wife will notice that i am gone my dear buddy bro homie!

sherlock: NO DONT LEAVE IM LOST WITHOUT YOU (pretty much a direct quote lol) your. wife doesn't. get back home until monday. I know this because I am smart and definitely have not been stalking you.

watson: alright :)))))

AND THEN HE FUCKING SLEEPS OVER LMAO FUCKING HOMOS

So yeah they're right back where they were before pretty much and there's a case bc of course there is

And honestly I think this short story specifically was so insane mostly just because of how absolutely fast it all went. Yuumori kind of made me believe the original Irene Adler was more of an important character than she really is? And I think that's. Honestly so funny. Motherfucker shows up for ten pages, girlbosses her way around town, and changes sherlock's entire opinion of the female gender while still keeping him gay?

LIKE NO LOL SHES NOT IN ANY WAY A LOVE INTEREST AND WATSON GOES OUT OF HIS WAY TO SPECIFY THE FACT THAT IN NO WORLD WOULD THEY HAVE BEEN ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED BECAUSE. SHERLOCK. DIDN'T DATE WOMEN.

HE WAS JUST??? SO IMPRESSED AND SHELL SHOCKED BY HER EXISTENCE HE DECIDED IT WAS TIME FOR GIRLBOSS APPRECIATION DAY TODAY AND ALL DAYS HENCEFORTH???

AND THEY HAVE LIKE O N E INTERACTION?? God, the power this woman(?) has. Watson looks at her once like. damb shawty 😳 and she's like "no<3" and he's like FUCK

Like yeah it's pretty much just the king walking up like "help girl the whore is blackmailing me" and sherlock being like "ok lol this will be easy" and then it proceeded to not in fact be easy or even possible

sherlock like... posed as a dead body and tried to get her to give up the location of the photo but she out-acted him and skipped the town the next day after doing the 'good night mr. sherlock holmes' thing with sherlock completely tricked

and she just. sends a letter like "dear sherlock holmes. you're a fucking idiot and i think it's funny that you lost. nice job tho mad respect" and sherlock just SHORT CIRCUITS

the king comes back a bit later like "hey Dude where's my Photo" and sherlock's like oh yeah uhhhhhhhhhhh about that and the king is like HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY HAVE BEEN THAT GODDAMN HARD i would have dated someone more noble if she wasn't so pretty i swear im on a whole different level from her

and then. GIRLBOSSIFIED SHERLOCK HOLMES RESPONDS "from what I have seen of the lady, she seems indeed to be on a very different level from your majesty" ABSEHHESHEFHHFES ROASTED

and the dude just LEAVES

After that I read a few more of the short stories and well the highlights I got from that pretty much were these conversations

Watson: sherlock. honey. have you. eaten anything today

Sherlock: IT DIDNT OCCUR TO ME DEAR WATSON

Watson: ITS FIVE PM

and:

Sherlock: *having one of his Moment Moments at three in the goddamn mornig* GRRRR CRIME ISNT WHAT IT USED TO BE

Watson: MY DEAR SHERCOCK WHAT IS CRIME S U P P O S E D TO BE LIKE ACCORDING TO YOU

Sherlock: no one's original anymore fucking copycats

Watson: so you want the criminals to make things harder for you specifically.

Sherlock, exasperated: yes!

I love them your honor.

[aliaslua]

Ok about those "living with bodyguard turtles" hc, how would the boys react if the human they're protecting (now their best friend, mind you) had feelings for them? Like the human doesnt tell them but it's kind of obvious, theyre pretty bad at hiding it?

omg this is my first request

I received this ask at the exact moment that I submitted my last assignment, so I'd just officially started my college break ... The perfect way to start my rest *chef's kiss*. Thank you so much for the suggestion! <3 I was craving some angst. I hope you enjoy! it’s also kinda long LOL I was trully excited

you can read the first part here

Leonardo

It happened one day while he was helping you in training. The whole family was already used to your presence, you and Leo trained together every day and he loved it. He thought it was really cool to keep up with your performance and he was so proud of your increasing dedication and persistence, even on the days when the training was hard.

On that specific day he had decided to give you a break, since the training the day before had been heavy. Everything seemed absolutely normal until the moment when he needed to help you with a yoga posture and although you barely started the exercises, he realized that your heart was beating fast, very fast. Strange, he thought, but when he looked at your face and realized that you blushed, he also became overly aware of his own hands on your waist and how close your faces were. Suddenly, you broke contact with his eyes and walked away abruptly. "I'm not feeling well" you said "Maybe tomorrow."

Leonardo stood in the training room with a huge question mark in his face. Were you… nervous? During training? Why? You had been training together for months and it wasn't the first time that you needed support for a posture and…

The next few days are like a nightmare. Suddenly you decide that you prefer to train alone. Then you make up an absurd excuse for not watching the movie on wednesday. You don't talk to him, you don't train together, it's almost like you disappeared from his life. It's too much. One day during breakfast he asks you a direct question, but you simply decline the invitation while still avoiding looking at him. A horrible silence is in the air when you leave the kitchen without even finishing your breakfast.

"What did I do?" Leo asks, clearly hurt. His brothers look at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding?" Donnie asks. "What?" That's all the oldest brother can answer. "She's into you, moron." Raph responds, clearly irritated.

The realization runs through him like an electric current. Is that why you are avoiding him? What it means "you are into him"? Like… Are you in love? You? No way. You were his pupil! The first student he had, more like a life partner, a housemate. He never thought that someone like you could ... Him? It's too much for him. He needed to sit down.

"It looks like your intuition isn't that good huh, your stallion!" Mikey jokes.

The next are sleepless nights. Suddenly everything makes sense. How you smiled when he brushed your hair off your face, how you asked him to stay by your side when you couldn't sleep, how you insisted that the training should be longer, he always had interpreted all that as a sign of friendship, but now he felt completely naive. And to think that you could feel like that for someone like him ... It changed everything. What did that mean? He missed you. Missed you a lot. Seeing you so distant made him suffer in a way that only seemed logical now that he realized that perhaps his own feelings were the same. His head is spinning. Perhaps…. Maybe you could...

No. Absolutely not. The mission was clear. He had a single duty, to protect you. And he was going to complete the mission even if you spent the rest of your time together without looking at him again, no matter how much it hurt. Nothing was going to stop him from keeping you safe, not even his own feelings.

Raphael

It happened that morning while he was working out. You had just read “Emma” and it was the last book by Jane Austen that was missing for you to complete the bibliography. You sighed at the romantic ending but he hit the punching bag with an overly aggressive stance.

"We have to stop reading that shit." He said, suddenly. "Why?" You asked, surprised "I thought you liked it." "I like it. It's just ... it's kind of depressing for me." "What do you mean?" He stopped punching. Still with his back to you, you could see him adjusting his hand-bands. "Ah, come on, Shorty ... You know that none of this will ever happen to me." He threw a punch that made you jump "It hurts ... to know what it could be." "What do you mean, it's never gonna happen to you?" You asked honestly. He could hear in your voice that you were incredulous. "Cut the crap, Y / N." He turned, annoyed. "Look at me!" "I AM looking." you said, standing up "All I see is a caring, kind, gentle man and the day you fall in love with someone I know that you will be the most loving and dedicated partner and that person will be the luckiest in the world." You closed your mouth as if you had just said cursed words. Across the room, Raphael was stiff and speechless. Suddenly, the Lair' alarm went off. He went to join the brothers in silence, an emergency demanded his attention.

That night, Raph didn't come back home. He spent the night sitting on the edge of a building looking out over the city, mesmerized by your words.

It may be hard to believe, but Raphael is always very aware of his own emotions. That's why he is always so angry, that's why he cannot contain the urge to fight. He feels everything deeply. You didn't have to say anything else. It was as clear as day for him. He knew that was an unplanned declaration of love, he knew you were trying to hide it and you couldn't, and he knew it was too late now. He also knew he felt the same way. And he knew you could never be what his heart desired.

In his deepest fantasies, Raph would return home, lift you up around the waist and swear eternal love, just like in the books. And he would be yours, from then on and forever and you would never be alone, afraid or sad again. He would spend the rest of his life doing everything to make you the happiest person in the world.

But he also knew that it would never be possible with a man like him. He, who couldn't give you a decent home, the wedding you deserved, couldn't give you a family... - Fuck - He couldn't even meet your family. You would be forever unhappy, stuck with a monstrous and impetuous man and for that reason, he needed to work out the kindest way to reject your affection, knowing that it would be the most difficult thing he would have to do in life.

Donatello

Donnie wasn't prone to false modesty. He knew without a doubt that he had a deductive ability beyond average and he knew that he had enough knowledge to always reach the most likely conclusions. Why, then, could he not get it out of his head that you felt something for him that wasn't limited to a mere friendship?

He was working in the lab and couldn't stop thinking about all the obvious signs. Once again he redid the list of symptoms in his head: You had stopped reading alone in your private room they had built for you and now whenever you could, read by his side while he worked on the computer. Okay, nothing suspicious, a friendly, normal, expected gesture. But then there was that day when he stopped typing for a second and when he looked at you, you were staring at him. Clearly! He even saw it when you turned your face back to your book, in a pathetic attempt to pretend you weren't completely absorbed in watching him. That was strange. Okay, okay. Just one more event, it didn't indicate anything. So there was that night when everyone was watching a horror movie and you hugged his arm after a jumpscare, you guys stared at each other for a few seconds and he thought he saw you... blushing? Not to mention that now during your weekly debate sessions you seemed very giggly, very self-conscious, maybe even shy ... You had started to avoid direct eye contact with him and he realized with disbelief when your body language indicated attraction. Yes, yes ... He had ignored it the first few times but the way you smiled, the way you tilted your neck, how you approached him... Was he going crazy ???

Two hypotheses floated in his mind. The firs: he was going crazy, hallucinating and that was why he was seeing things and all the obvious signs that you were… interested in him were just the crazy dream of an unbalanced man. Or ... Well, or you really had developed a real and palpable romantic desire and you were so caught up in that urge that you couldn't hide it.

He narrowed his eyes again. No, no. Certainly not. You? No way. It didn't make sense from an instinctive and evolutionary point of view (why would you have that urge? You weren't even of the same species) and from a subjective, spiritual point of view, well ... Why would you like someone like him? You were beautiful, intelligent, clearly had an exceptional capacity for conversation and aside from that brief moment in your life, when you would finally have your freedom back, surely you would have no difficulty in finding a partner being such a wonderful, kind person, loving and…

He was no longer paying any attention to the viral sample he had placed under the microscope. He felt his own heart sink. If you really liked him then ... So does that mean ... That he had a chance? That he no longer needed to hide his intentions, his desires? That he could finally confess and that you would say ...

Someone knocked on the door. It was you. Sleepy and in pajamas, you still looked wonderful. "Donnie, can I sleep here?" "Of course, dear."

You smiled slightly, your eyes still half closed with sleep. He saw you lying on the couch, you fell asleep right away. He continued to look at you, so peaceful and impassive... He came to the only possible conclusion: It could never happen. You deserve affection, security, stability. A peaceful life with someone who cared for you, not someone who constantly put you at risk ... Someone who wasn't like him. Donatello looked away from your face, thinking it might lessen the pain. He knew that, in that case, the most rational option was to pretend that he had never deducted anything.

Michelangelo

"So... What are you going to do?" Leonardo asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had been established between the brothers. On the other side of the lair, you were sleeping.

"I do not know!" Mikey almost screamed before he remembered that you couldn't wake up, no way "That's why I'm asking!"

“Well… she clearly likes you. We all agree." Donnie concluded. "Yes" Leonardo shook his head. "Yeah ..." Raphael was staring at the brothers. "... And if you break her heart we'll all beat you up."

They all laughed, except Mikey. That was precisely the problem.

"It's not funny ..." The youngest of the brothers said, sitting on the kitchen table chair. Everyone understood that this was a serious situation when Michelangelo rested his head in his hands and again plunged into meditative silence.

He would never forget the day you sat with him on the couch and asked him to ...Chill a little. Never. Not because he was hurt, no ... You had been kind and caring and he had been very happy to know that you felt comfortable opening up to him that way. And if there was one thing he didn't want to be, it was overwhelming. So he did what you asked, he stopped flirting, stopped talking nonstop, stopped with intrusive questions ... And everything seemed perfect!

You were the best friend he could have. You laughed at his jokes, went out with him to tag abandoned cars, you ate pizza on the roof, played pranks on your brothers. Everything was great! You were everything to him and he knew that he felt much more than brotherly love for you. He always knew. But he had made a promise, he had promised that he would no longer crush you with his feelings ...

But things started to escalate. You started sharing intimate secrets, sharing dreams. During movie nights you laid on his shoulder and every day you cooked something new and brought it to him while he was playing video games. One day - that damn day - Raphael teased you and said “My my, what a beautiful couple” and Michelangelo almost had a heart attack when instead of emphatically replying that you weren't a couple or anything like that you just… Smiled and looked away. WHAT? WHAT KIND OF REACTION IS THAT? Mikey still remembered the unbearable heat he felt on his face that day when you just SMILED when you heard someone suggest you were his.

Since then, he only thought about one thing: "How can I reject her?"

The sadness in everyone's eyes was clear.

"Maybe you guys deserve a chance, Mikey." Leo suggested.

"But how?? Tell me, Leonardo, for God's sake, how am I going to make that woman happy? Huh! I have NOTHING to give. Nothing to add, to offer! I… I am literally a sewer monster… It will be a matter of time before she regrets, and how would I move on afterwards? ... "

"Mikey… ” Raphael started to speak, but was interrupted by his brother:

“You know what… You are right. It's time to grow up. This is a stupid dream. And it will never come true… ”

A gentle reminder that English is not my first language so if you see any grotesque grammatical errors, please let me know! <3 Thank you for reading

[oatflatwhite]

Hey! 💕 Your previous pinned post about trying to figure life out really resonated with me, and I was wondering if you have maybe carried out any particularly helpful thought experiments or conversations or anything on that front? Every time I sit down to really Think about the crap direction my life's currently headed in, I start panicking. Every time I try to think about other paths, I... also start panicking. I just feel embarrassed and small 24/7. And you seem much smarter than me, so...? 🥺

oh anon, i wish i could help more haha! i honestly... still feel a little directionless? i haven't had any major conversations about it really (except for arguing with my family about not continuing with my hdr degree lol) but i am planning on it soon – probably with my phd supervisor, because she's really supportive no matter what i decide. but i guess even without those conversations taking place, i kind of feel... a bit more comfortable in my decision to discontinue study? bc this past year i think i've been happier/more productive than when i was studying, even tho it's sent me into a bit of a panic re: life directions/choices. and i guess, for me personally, the past while i've also been thinking about wanting to pursue something in life that both a) makes me happy and b) helps others. so with those two ideas in mind i've sort of been floating the idea (very tentatively, this is the first time i'm even putting it into words lol) of going into some kind of social work? as well as trying to pursue the passion project of novel writing on the side (which would be a dream final career, but i'm realistic haha). of course our circumstances will be completely different! but that's where i'm kind of at rn, after a month of being unemployed, and 5 months of being suspended from uni :)

but i guess, the big thing i've been trying to tell myself, really, is that... well, as long as i try to get to some place where i am happy, as well as financially secure, then that's totally ok. i don't have to achieve big dreams if i don't want to, i don't have to be the best at something, i don't have to commit to the same thing for the rest of my life. i can just be, and that's ok. and it's ok if everyone around me seems as though they're like... leagues ahead in terms of life goals haha? because everyone goes at their own pace and there's no one measure of success. i'm 24 and honestly feel pretty old and desolate sometimes but also... that's still so fucking young haha! and i think just a big part of this whole process is really just trying to accept where i am at right now, which maybe isn't where i imagined i would be, but is ok all the same.

this turned quite long and idk if it's helped or answered your question, anon, but i hope it did just a little. and my askbox is always open! or my chat if u feel like talking privately about this. i get how hard it can be, and i truly hope we both reach a place sometime soon where we don't feel so lost <3

[pratktcven]

Hi! I have currently fallen into the world that is Shance and Voltron and all the ships because they're all so wonderful sweet and make my heart feel so warm??? But I'm worried because I've seen how mean fans within the fandom can be and I have all these ideas to write but I'm horrified to share them due to the amount of hate that people get for simply loving something that makes them happy. I'm just...a bit scared, I think. I'd love to write and share headcanons but aaah!

First and foremost, welcome to the fandom! Voltron is an amazing show with amazing characters and an engaging plot, and it’s great to interact with other people who love it. I’m very biased, but Shance is a great ship, and there are a lot of wonderful people in the community. 

That said, I understand your reluctance. Ship hate and those who disagree with your views can be difficult to deal with. Luckily, I am a seasoned fandom veteran with over 15 years of experience under my belt, and I’ll let you know what works most for me.

01) The block function is your best friend. Blocking someone isn’t mean or uncalled for, and you don’t have to justify why you do it. Personally, I block for antis and annoyances. Seriously. If I’m in a general tag, and I don’t like what someone is saying? I block them. It doesn’t have to be outright vitriol; if you get a bad vibe, you get a bad vibe. Block them and save yourself a headache.

02) Don’t be afraid to unfollow. There’s this weird stigma against unfollowing on this site that I don’t get. People change. Their interests change. Their opinions change. Blogs reflect that. If it’s a change you don’t like, why clog your dash? Unfollow them.

03) Be yourself. This might seem like a weird one, but it’s true. Like what you like. Be passionate about what you’re passionate about. Don’t let other people dictate what you enjoy or how you enjoy it. I have... a lot of stories about how other fans have tried to tell me how to like a ship or how to interpret a moment in a show.  Sometimes this pressure is direct, but a lot of times it isn’t.

04) Create what you want. This relates to the above, but it bears clarification. I’ve written things that some people don’t like. Scratch that. I’ve written a lot of things people don’t like. Sometimes I get hate and—I won’t lie—I get mad. But you know what? No one—absolutely no one—has ever been brave enough to do it off anon. The support I get from fandom in general is amazing and those are the opinions that matter. 

05) Clapback, but don’t get into a fight. This is something I do to help control hate. When I get a message or comment that’s rude or uncalled for, I address the issues presented, post it, and leave it. This helps me process my emotions about the issue and gives my blog transparency. Sometimes, other people will comment, either supporting me or the anon, or the anon will try to goad me into a fight. But the important part is to leave it alone. This is the hardest part for me. I’m naturally confrontational, and immensely stubborn, and all I really want to do when I get hate is rip someone to verbal shreds. Instead, I keep those following rants personal. I... have somehow developed a ‘Don’t fuck with me’ reputation on my main and my writing blog which... fair.

06) Turn off anon. I cannot recommend this enough. If you’re getting a slew of hate, chances are it’s one person. I’ve personally never had to do this for an entire platform; hell, I’ve never had to do it for tumblr, either. I did have to disable anonymous commenting on a single story on AO3 several months ago but! This is the first time in fifteen years that I’ve had to do something that drastic. And I only did it because they were starting to harass other readers.

07) If you disagree, be respectful. Literally what it says on the tin. There have been times when I’ve read a headcanon and said, “Oh, wow, that is totally out of character, what show have you been watching?” or read a story that had an unnecessary plot twist or went on for forever and rehashed the same conflict five times. But that’s the thing about fandom: my interpretations are my perceptions, and while I believe them to be more right than someone else’s interpretations, this does not make them true. So I say nothing and move on with my life. Or I talk about it privately if I can’t let it go without comment.

08) Make like-minded friends. This is probably the hardest thing to do, but it’s super worth it. One of my closest friends is a fandom friend I met 8 or 9 years ago . (Holy shit, @faorism, can you believe it’s been that long?) Don’t be afraid to start conversations with people and don’t be afraid to leave them, either. Sometimes people just don’t click. Also, how many friends you have, and to what degree, is entirely up to you. I honestly only talk to one person semi-regularly about voltron—@kitausu is a gem for putting up with me, honestly—but I am super busy irl and tend to have my head in the clouds. Everyone else I’ve interacted with has been nothing but a sweetheart.

In general, I think that fandom is a positive and exciting place, but ultimately, it boils down to this: your experience is your responsibility. Don’t worry about what other people think or say. Don’t go looking for hate but don’t ignore it, either. Post the stories you’ve written and the headcanons you have. Personally, I’m super excited to see what you’ve created. ♥