holmesandtheroman:

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okay so uhhhm, i know most of you will think this is just for attention, well it’s really not, i’m honestly so serious about this guys..

The past few months have been very tough for me & my sister, so we’ve decided to get together and do this for my mum, the texts above are my sister & my mum, my dad not long ago passed away due to severe damage to his lungs, mainly caused from smoking, yet my mum still smokes, and it brings me to tears, honest to god..

all I’m asking for is for you guys to get this to 30,000+ notes, whether that’s by reblogging or liking, it wouldn’t only help me out, it would save my mum from a lot of future problems which would mean the world to me, because she’s my world right now, I love my mum.

if you can help, then thank you. You’re basically saving a life, and making another’s happier, which is lovely, I couldn’t ask for more, I’ve always asked her to stop, and she’s always said no, this is my ONLY chance, and you can help out, please.

~also if you have time, can you please check out my blog & maybe follow.~

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» These are the most NSFW asks I have ever seen. Obliterate me.

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(Stripper-With-A-Heart-Of-Gold) "Uh, hello. Would you by any chance be General Cross?" Brandon smiled gently at the red haired man, holding out some papers. "I'm sorry to disturb you but Chief Komui asked me to give you these. He said he'd like them filled out by morning."
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"Yes, that’s me…" He grumbled, taking the papers and looking through them, frowning. "You his new runner or something?" He looked up, looking the kid up and down. "What’s your name?" 

 

He watched the kid, smiling sadly. Kids had such lovely stories… He sipped his wine as Brandon looked at him. 

"Don’t be sorry, it gives us something to talk about besides the Order." Whether he was actually interested or not was up for debate, but hey, as long as someone was talking, he didn’t mind.

Seemingly pleased with the answer Brandon took another sip and leaned back. “Thankfully I only had to deal with her until I was ten. Then she… left.” This time Brandon sounded almost angry and pleased at the same time. He was happy though, that he shot her God knows how many times. He would have happily gone to jail for what he did. If it meant she was dead. “A few years later and my father remarried. This time to a sweet woman called Brittney. She was nice, I rather liked her. She was about eight weeks pregnant when both she and my father were killed. I’m not sure how but doctors were able to save the child, my little sister.”

(Stripper-With-A-Heart-Of-Gold) "Uh, hello. Would you by any chance be General Cross?" Brandon smiled gently at the red haired man, holding out some papers. "I'm sorry to disturb you but Chief Komui asked me to give you these. He said he'd like them filled out by morning."
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"Yes, that’s me…" He grumbled, taking the papers and looking through them, frowning. "You his new runner or something?" He looked up, looking the kid up and down. "What’s your name?" 

 

"Ah, yes, good choice." He replied, replacing the other bottle. "This is my last bottle, so we’re going to have to drink slow." He grinned mischeviously, turning away and closing the cabinets, finding a couple glasses from another cabinet. 

Brandon smiled again and sat in one of the chairs, completely missing Cross’s grin. Once Cross sat and the wine was poured Brandon inhaled deeply. He moaned in contentment and sighed. “It’s been a long time since I had this. It was always my favorite.” Brandon had long since closed his eyes, enjoying himself. “I still remember when I first had it. It was a family dinner, nothing special really. I was… about seven at the time. Ann, my step mother would always complain about my father giving my brother and I wine like we were adults. Said it wasn’t right.” He smiled a little sadly, caught in remembering. A moment later and and gave Cross an apologetic smile. “Sorry, about that. Didn’t mean to start rambling.”

(Stripper-With-A-Heart-Of-Gold) "Uh, hello. Would you by any chance be General Cross?" Brandon smiled gently at the red haired man, holding out some papers. "I'm sorry to disturb you but Chief Komui asked me to give you these. He said he'd like them filled out by morning."
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"Yes, that’s me…" He grumbled, taking the papers and looking through them, frowning. "You his new runner or something?" He looked up, looking the kid up and down. "What’s your name?" 

 

He slid his way between Brandon and the door, pulling a face. 

"What’s the rush? Stay, have a glass of wine with me. Much more fun than just about anything else you could do, I’d think." He leaned against the large wooden frame, staring down his nose at the kid. 

Brandon licked his lips a little and took a step back to get a little more distance between him and Cross. “Umm, sure? If you really don’t mind my company. I’m certainly not opposed to a glass of wine.” Cross made him nervous and he wasn’t sure why. The man hadn’t really done anything to him. Maybe it was the height? Brandon was still getting used to looking up at people.

(Stripper-With-A-Heart-Of-Gold) "Uh, hello. Would you by any chance be General Cross?" Brandon smiled gently at the red haired man, holding out some papers. "I'm sorry to disturb you but Chief Komui asked me to give you these. He said he'd like them filled out by morning."
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"Yes, that’s me…" He grumbled, taking the papers and looking through them, frowning. "You his new runner or something?" He looked up, looking the kid up and down. "What’s your name?" 

The man blushed lightly and ducked his head. “No I’m not his runner. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time for him. It was such a small favor anyway, there was no point in turning him down.” He explained then flushed in embarrassment when Cross asked his name. “Forgot to introduce myself, sorry. My names Brandon. Brandon Avalon. It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled up at the man and held a hand out to shake.

Cross tossed the papers aside, letting them slide over the desk and fall to the floor. 

"So he can’t even do his own work." He shrugged. "Whatever, you’re cuter than Komui anyways." Always a sucker for cute looks. He took the offered hand for about .02 seconds before dropping it and moving away. "Well, nice to meet you Brandon." 

Brandon flushed when Cross called him cute. He was not expecting that. “I, umm, uhh… Thank you?” He asked, still slightly reeling from the complement. He raised one hand and lightly scratched his head. “Uhh… I guess if you have nothing else for me I’ll be on my way. I again apologize for disturbing you.” He said, and gave Cross a small bow before turning away.

(Stripper-With-A-Heart-Of-Gold) "Emilio! There you are." Brandon jogged over and rested his hands on his knees so he could catch his breath. After a moment he stood and clapped his hands in front of his face. "I'l so very sorry for disappearing on you like that. I'll make it up to you somehow."
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"Ah! It is Brandon!" Emilio says with a smile. "Ciao! You looked busy so I did not take offense to you having to leave. You are doing okay, I hope? Have you been working hard?”

Emilio pats the other’s shoulder with familiarity, a natural smile coming onto his face. He’s obviously happy to see the other male—as he’s so happy to see others often enough.

With a chuckle Brandon turned back to what he was doing. It didn’t take very long. Maybe twenty minutes at the most. Then Brandon moved onto plating. The mark of a good chef is not just making good food, but having it look good as well. Once three plates were loaded as well as a bottle of red wine and three long stemmed glassed were loaded onto a cart Brandon started to leave. “Come on Emilio. We’re going to meet someone for lunch.”

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"Meet someone? Who are we going to meet?" Emilio asks as he tags along behind Brandon.

Ah, he can smell the tomato soup! It makes his mouth water almost atrociously now that his stomach starts to growl in his new-found hunger. He was surprised with how fast Brandon had gone in making it—impressed, too. He wishes he could do that—or be good at cooking at all.

Brandon grinned secretively and just kept walking. “You’ll see when we get to the inferiority.” He said quickening his pace a little. “I’m sure you’ll like her. She’s such a sweetheart.” Brandon felt a smile curl his lips and he giggled a little. He memorized the fastest route so then the food wouldn’t get cold. A few minutes after he stepped in there was a happy cry of “Big Brother!” And a young girl with long sunshine hair jumped into Brandon’s arms.

(Stripper-With-A-Heart-Of-Gold) "Emilio! There you are." Brandon jogged over and rested his hands on his knees so he could catch his breath. After a moment he stood and clapped his hands in front of his face. "I'l so very sorry for disappearing on you like that. I'll make it up to you somehow."
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"Ah! It is Brandon!" Emilio says with a smile. "Ciao! You looked busy so I did not take offense to you having to leave. You are doing okay, I hope? Have you been working hard?”

Emilio pats the other’s shoulder with familiarity, a natural smile coming onto his face. He’s obviously happy to see the other male—as he’s so happy to see others often enough.

With a grin Brandon looked at the man. “Something simple don;t you think? Roasted Asparagus and Fresh Herb Grilled Cheese, and Creamy Roasted Pepper and Tomato Soup.” Jerry giggled slightly at what Brandon said and continued on with the orders, letting the two men have their own little space.

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"Wow! That sounds delicious! I am definitely in the mood for soup now! You know how to describe it well enough to make me get really excited to eat it!"

Then again, he often gets excited about food all the time. It makes him grin, waiting patiently as he watches Brandon moving back and forth. Oh yes, he would enjoy this alright.

With a chuckle Brandon turned back to what he was doing. It didn’t take very long. Maybe twenty minutes at the most. Then Brandon moved onto plating. The mark of a good chef is not just making good food, but having it look good as well. Once three plates were loaded as well as a bottle of red wine and three long stemmed glassed were loaded onto a cart Brandon started to leave. “Come on Emilio. We’re going to meet someone for lunch.”

(Stripper-With-A-Heart-Of-Gold) "Emilio! There you are." Brandon jogged over and rested his hands on his knees so he could catch his breath. After a moment he stood and clapped his hands in front of his face. "I'l so very sorry for disappearing on you like that. I'll make it up to you somehow."
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"Ah! It is Brandon!" Emilio says with a smile. "Ciao! You looked busy so I did not take offense to you having to leave. You are doing okay, I hope? Have you been working hard?”

Emilio pats the other’s shoulder with familiarity, a natural smile coming onto his face. He’s obviously happy to see the other male—as he’s so happy to see others often enough.

Brandon relaxed when the other seemed to apologize. “It’s no problem. And yes Jerry can cook for us, but I want to cook. It’s fun, and I enjoy doing so.” He said and rapped on the door before stepping in. “Hey Jerr, I’m stealing your kitchen again!” He called, but the head chef just smiled and waved before going on about young chefs in the making.

Emilio blinks in surprise, hanging by the door since he’s not very sure if he should be coming inside. Should he hang by the door or by the window where people normally take their orders until Brandon finishes?

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"Ah, do you need my help?" Emilio asks. Maybe he could be useful yet.

Brandon looked over and waved the man in. “Come on, come on. It’s not like the kitchens are out of bounds.” He laughed, getting to work setting everything up. “I don’t think I’ll need help, but you’re welcome to watch.” He said, flitting about and showing that he clearly knew what he was doing.

(Stripper-With-A-Heart-Of-Gold) "Emilio! There you are." Brandon jogged over and rested his hands on his knees so he could catch his breath. After a moment he stood and clapped his hands in front of his face. "I'l so very sorry for disappearing on you like that. I'll make it up to you somehow."
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"Ah! It is Brandon!" Emilio says with a smile. "Ciao! You looked busy so I did not take offense to you having to leave. You are doing okay, I hope? Have you been working hard?”

Emilio pats the other’s shoulder with familiarity, a natural smile coming onto his face. He’s obviously happy to see the other male—as he’s so happy to see others often enough.

Brandon simply laughed and turned to head toward the kitchens. “No I don’t mind at all. I love to cook.” He smiled over at Emilio, though the hand still on his shoulder was starting to get to him. “That’s actually what I prefer to be doing. Going out in the field for me is a lot more dangerous than it is you. Not to say that you’re not in danger, but finders can’t combat akuma the way exorcists can.” He explained and hesitantly moved Emilio’s hand off him. “Sorry, but I’m not very fond of touch.”

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"O-Oh, right. Mi dispiace.”

Emilio didn’t know that he had a thing about touching. He’d have to try to keep a mental note—should be easy since this is the first person he’s met who has straight-out told him this.

"So you are saying you are going to cook? You do not have to! Jerry can cook for us!"

Brandon relaxed when the other seemed to apologize. “It’s no problem. And yes Jerry can cook for us, but I want to cook. It’s fun, and I enjoy doing so.” He said and rapped on the door before stepping in. “Hey Jerr, I’m stealing your kitchen again!” He called, but the head chef just smiled and waved before going on about young chefs in the making.