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[ourdykeofsorrows]

[elohyou]

disaster twin hug for whoever needs it! esp after. cass' last update.

[astronomical-bagel]

MY TWIN IS GONE IM SO SAD HES AT WINTER CAMP SOMEONE COMFORT ME

[felidthing]

[nasa-parker]

​“…I’D WAIT RIGHT BY THE GATES FOR YOU” ?!!?!.,!,@)(#2#;’

hi! i loved you’re bodyguard james au sm! could i request something super fluffy with bodyguard james, maybe reader getting ready for bed and james doting on her <3

omg yes of course, thank you for your request! some mutual pining with bodyguard!james x fem!reader

"Do you think it's silly, sometimes, that you have to wait outside my door?" you ask James, hip popped against the doorframe, tired and lagging and wanting his attention.

He's thankfully deigned to turn to you, though his position is ramrod straight. "Not really."

"I understand when I'm out of bounds, but... you know, my door locks."

"You know as well as I do a lock won't stop some people."

"How about two locks?"

"Enough," he says. There's so much fondness there that you step forward. James gives you a stern look, which might be intimidating because of his general tall, lean shape if he were anyone else but himself. "Go get ready for bed."

"You can't boss me around," you say, and then turn into your room to get ready for bed anyhow. His laugh follows you.

You leave the door open and James doesn't move to close it. It's nice to have his company, to hear the lightest echo of his breathing. You live in such a quiet house, you'd almost think it was you and James alone.

But you're never alone.

"Jamie?" you ask, shrugging out of your soft cardigan.

He hums rather than answer.

"Do you get tired?" you ask, ducking down to look in the vanity's mirror.

You start to pull the jewellery from your hair one glimmering gem at a time, and then pull off the heavy, elegant chain of your necklace. Both easy enough. It's the bracelet you struggle with; the catch isn't manoeuvrable with only one hand.

"Sometimes. You know somebody swaps with me at one though? I don't stand here all night."

You approach him with a little more shyness than before and offer your wrist. "Can you help?"

His fingers slide over your skin obligingly.

"You work such long shifts. One to one. That's twelve whole hours. Don't you think that's excessive?"

"I'm head of your team. It's my job."

The bracelet unclips. James lowers it into your open palm, where it pools. A snake of tiny gems. You close your fingers around it.

"You don't think it's hurting you, all this working?"

"Pajamas."

You huff and head back into your room, dropping your bracelet into the mirrored tray you keep on your vanity. You'll put it away properly tomorrow in the safe jewellery box, but for tonight it'll live with your clips and chains.

"It doesn't hurt me," James says.

"Do you get all the sleep you need?"

"Eight solid hours."

You know he eats enough. He swaps out sometimes with other people to eat lunch, but usually he just eats it with you when you ask, and you always do. It doesn't exactly fit any professional boundaries.

James is your friend.

Maybe.

You grab some clean underwear and pyjamas and change right there in the middle of your room. James won't peek. If he did you wouldn't care. "You have enough time to yourself?" you ask.

"Interested in my private life?" he asks. You can hear his smile, his suggestive eyebrow raise.

"It's more hours than anyone should work, is all. Maybe you could change to eight."

"Ah, trying to get rid of me," he corrects himself.

You push your arms through the sleeves of a dainty nightgown and laugh. "Absolutely I am."

"Have to try harder than this."

You neaten the skirt and frown at your legs, wondering if they look a little dry, and decide some body lotion won't hurt. "Mandarin or lavender?" you call.

"You said the mandarin one made you itchy, last time."

"But it smells really good."

"That's the lotion eating at your skin."

You wrinkle your nose and bend at the waist to moisturise your legs. You wish you could brag and say it was an erotic, film worthy affair. It's mostly a scrabbling of your palms up and down. You sigh and work it up your thighs until you're soft to touch all over.

"If I weigh it up," he says suddenly, seriously, more serious than you're expecting, "it's less work to take longer shifts with you. I'd rather spend the hours watching you than orchestrating other people to watch you... I quite like looking after you."

He clears his throat. "Not that I look after you," he says.

You pad out into the hallway. James has turned his back to you. His arm tenses almost imperceptibly under your hand as you reach for his elbow.

"You definitely look after me." His skin is smooth. It's so hot under your touch that you can feel it moving up into the heels of your palms.

"It's my job," he says.

You'd thought about kissing his arm. Thought about it. His comment snaps you into reality. A goodnight kiss in any form at all would be inappropriate. He might like his job, but it's still a job.

"Where would you be, if you didn't have to work?" you ask.

"Come and stand in front of me," he says gently.

You do as he says. His eyes follow over your outfit. You let yourself believe his expression softens, though your logical head knows it's not the truth. James might be sweet on you, and he may even know how you feel about him, but that's where it all ends. He doesn't like you. He's paid to be here.

"What are you thinking?" he asks.

"That my socks aren't doing their job. Is it cold in here?"

"What are you really thinking?"

He's very patient with you when it comes to stuff like this. It's confusing, because James has about as much patience as you have subtlety.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm okay."

"Well, you look lovely. What an incredibly short nightgown," he praises amorously.

You flush with heat but decide you'll feed into his dramatics rather than tell him what's really wrong with you, stepping back to do a clumsy spin. "Picked it with you in mind, handsome."

"Yeah? Anything else?"

You gasp. "You overstep your station, good sir."

"I can't be blamed. You always look your softest before bed."

Your breath catches. You stop your flaunting and flouncing abruptly to look into his warm face. He looks to you, letting his arms fall from their crossed position to either side of his defined chest. Your eyes flit between his beauty mark. One to the left of his hawk-shaped nose, one below his lashes, three down his left cheek.

It's weird to want someone and have them this close, and know you will probably never, ever have them.

"If I didn't have to work," James says, face as impassive as his stance, a closed book. "I'll show you."

He holds out his hand. You don't take it. He thrusts it forward again.

When you finally give James your own, he spends a moment rubbing the back of it with his thumb like he's never felt it before.

He leads you into your room. He's been in here before, of course, but still, it's a lot to be led. You don't have a clue what he's doing, you think Oh, he's taking me to bed. But he skirts around it and brings you to the first window, pulling the curtains to one side.

He points. "See there?"

You follow his finger. "The gates?"

"The gates."

"James, I don't understand."

"That's where I'd be, if I didn't have to work. They probably wouldn't let me in, but I'd wait right there by the gates for you."

"That's not funny," you murmur.

"I'm not joking."

You grow very still. James drops his hand into the curve of your neck and follows it over the slope of your shoulder. It's affectionate, sweet, and very, very soothing.

His lips touch the side of your head, though it might be accidental. You're tired enough to imagine he's kissed you. "Brush your teeth, shortcake. And then bed. You have a long day tomorrow."

"Oh, don't remind me," you mumble.

"Okay, I won't."

He squeezes your shoulder one last time, clears his throat, and returns to his post. You brush your teeth and try not to sneak glances at the back of his head through the gap of the ensuite door.

[lunaetis]

@75bpm asked :

❝  stop saying i’m jealous.  i’m not—  i just.  i don’t like having to share. ❞ conrad and cattleya ofc in any verse cos ueueueueueueuueueueue

JEALOUS, FIERCELY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS. || accepting

─「カトレア」─  given the TIME OF THE YEAR, it was only expected that the amount of work for each auto memories doll would be through the roof due to the high demand of people wanting to send letters to their loved ones in blessing of new year. as one of the most popular dolls in ch postal company, cattleya herself had a long list of requests lined up throughout the month itself. a duty to which, of course, she had taken with great pride and dedication.

                that said, some of the customers did have a bit of underlying motives in coming to see her aside of REQUEST for letter-writing, clearly observed with the way they would stay behind even after their business had been done and their requests in the process. not to mention the repeated invitations for lunches or dinners, or even a day off proposed her way, to which the DOLL had politely declined.

                however, today she had already made plan with a CERTAIN SPECIAL SOMEONE that had her in a better mood than usual, and it seemed her sweeter smile had charmed a few of the passersby enough to have her lover looking rather grumpy from where she spotted him.

                " i apologize, but i already have plans for today. thank you for the invitation. i hope you have a nice day ! " with a grin and a friendly wave, she made her way back to her beloved who was waiting at the door. her arm immediately looped around his own, head tilting with a tender look in those amethyst hues. was he pouting, she wondered ? how rare.

                " there's no reason for you to be jealous, you know ? i only have eyes for you. " a teasing poke followed her words, hoping to bring a smile back to his face to which he immediately countered —

                ❝  stop saying i’m jealous.  i’m not—  i just.  i don’t like having to share. ❞

                the words themselves made her hold back a gentle grin of her own. really, while she felt a little GUILTY for holding back a laugh, cattleya couldn't help thinking how he was absolutely adorable when he's like this. he had always been a mature and reasonable man, after all. so to see a more childish side to him was a treat all on its own. not to mention that it made her heart well in warmth and delight to know he was acting like this because of her.

                with a giggle, she stopped him from walking out by pulling him back. arms then threw upwards to loop themselves around his neck, guiding him down and lovingly placed an affectionate kiss upon his lips. the touch itself was like a brush of butterfly's wings, but soft enough for him to feel her LOVE reserved for no one but him.

                " you're so cute when you're jealous. " before he could protest, however, she silenced him with another kiss to his lips, a LONGER and slightly deeper one this time. it was fortunate that no one was left in the room by that time, not that cattleya had any qualms showing her affection in the eyes of others. head tilted to the side, and she weaved her fingers through his hair, brushing over his eyes before sealing the deal with a peck to the corner of his mouth.

                " there's no one who could own my heart like you do, love. i belong to you, and you alone. " a tender laugh escaped her.

                " ah, but i have to confess. i can't help feeling so happy when you get jealous over me, so much that i want to see it more. would you forgive me for that, dear conrad ? "

[fishymom-art]

Ofc Batim is coming back it’s for real a good game and(what I am about to say should mean nothing rude of sounding impatient I promise) not the say about your beautiful comic you made and all the very many people waiting on the edge of there seats just to see what happens next with it XD

LJGHULWEIUHLIWEUGH UEUEUEUEUEUEUUEUEUEUE

thank you :"D

I mean, I love this game, yea, but I also feel like there's a lot of people (here, and on all the other social media, especially YouTube) who only care about my batim content. That's why I'm not doing any animatics or songs dedicated to this game anymore. I am still in love with M&I and oho is this relationship healthy, but I am also fed up with the fact that all my other stuff is overlooked :"/

So yea! Love the game, hate the algorithm and expectations