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[kirbmey]

— being bigbrother!caleb´s pervy lil sis (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

synopsis: caleb didn’t think about the consequences of taking advantge of you, he didn’t even think you could do the same to him.

tw: somno, cnc, you are a lil perv girl, stepcest as always, based on a request!, you horny little shit ><, caleb is bulking omg, you drug him, no dialogues, mentions of colonel caleb, etc.

you rolled out of bed after checking your bedside table clock, 3 am. the cold winter breeze hit your skin when you got out of the covers, walking your way towards caleb’s room on your tippy toes to avoid making any sound.

you started doing this a week or two ago, when you began to feel needier and needier; your period approaching but you didn’t want to bother your big brother, he already fucked you enough throughout the day; not enough for you apparently.

even like this you still needed his touch, the warmth of his skin against your own. so one day you thought of sneaking into the darkness of his room, trying to find the way to his bed without tripping.

the absence of any source of light but the faint moon glow wasn’t a problem for you, being able to see caleb’s angelic features while he peacefully slept, his dark locks framing his cheekbones and long eyelashes adorning his closed eyes.

you lifted up the covers with ease, quickly taking seat on top of his lap before the cool air could wake him up, motioning your hands to caress his naked chest, noticing how they were juicier than they used to, how his ripped abs were now slightly less defined; but how he was bigger.

that was more than enough to remind you the reason why you were here once again, another night in a row.

caleb was a light sleeper, ever since you were kids he would wake up to the slight noise or touch, but the pill you slipped in his dinner was more than enough to knock him down. it was funny how easily you managed to take advantage of him despite his big size and obviously superior strength.

there was no use on being strong if he couldn’t even wake up, right? <3

you sit back on top of his muscular and soft thighs, leaving space to observe his black boxers covering the prize you so eagerly yearned for. you didn’t waste any time, pulling them down and therefore freeing his soft cock, which was lazily laying on his pelvis.

it was as asleep as him.

you didn’t mind, caleb showed you tricks to wake it up and you used them, oh you did use them.

still sat on his thighs you didn’t notice the back and forth motion you settled to ease the wetness between your legs while you pampered his dick carefully, grabbing the base of his big cock with one tiny hand while the other one jerked it off up and down slowly.

he shifted around as he grew harder, but after doing this a few times you learnt he wouldn’t wake up; it was practically impossible.

soft moans and whimpers left his lips in his sleep and you couldn’t help but imitate these sounds, laying your head on his shoulder when you began to feel dizzy because of the approaching orgasm.

the moment caleb came undone in your hands, staining them with warm and creamy cum you fumbled, your panties so wet it made his skin sticky with your own release, crying in the crook of his neck as you tried to calm your breath and regain composure.

after cuming you’d always left his room as you entered; quiet and steady, going back to your bed and hugging your plushie as you fell asleep with a happy smile drawn on your lips.

but what you didn’t know is that caleb found that tiny pill you tried to hide in his dinner the first night, and ever since he played along.

ever since becoming a colonel he learnt how to pay attention to every detail, every move, every slight difference. and you weren’t good at hiding things, not to him. he knew you too well.

still, he made you believe he was completely oblivious to your plans and let you take anything you needed from him.

after all he loved spoiling you in every way, shape or form.

a/n: sosososo sorry for taking so long to post a new writing, I’m just incredibly busy these days and can’t find time :( hope you enjoyed this one!

— masterlist.

[sloaneispunk]

“flowers in your hair”

frontman!in-ho x you (season one)

when the cheeky, happy-go-lucky girl in-ho had met in the games, takes every opportunity to get close to him, he can’t resist her charm.

in-ho slipped out from his bunk, silently observing as all the other players stood around in confusion. he turned around and looked up, looking straight into the camera above him.

“hey, what are you staring at, old man?”

he whipped his head around, eyes landing on you. there you were, a young girl, head resting on your palms as you looked down at him with doe eyes, a big grin on your face. who were you?

“i’m sorry, who are you?” he questioned, making you climb down the top bunk, stopping right in front of in-ho.

“i’m y/n.” you said cheerfully, extending your hand.

in-ho gave you a skeptical look before he took your hand. “i’m young-il.”

“nice to meet you!”

and just like that you were gone, striding to join the others, leaving him baffled and stunned. he stared as you grew further and further away from him, he was mesmerised. never in his years of being frontman had he met someone like you. so cheerful, so mischievous yet so enthralling.

as the announcements were made, in-ho grew bored. his eyes wandered around the room, eyes roaming around the different variations of players. then, he spotted you again. as if on cue, you turned around, giving him a small wave before turning your attention back to the guards who were speaking. in-ho didn’t have the chance to regain his composure before you looked away, he was stunned.

when the first game started, ‘red light, green light’, he was calm. when the first shot rang and a player dropped dead, he stayed in place, watching from his peripheral vision as chaos insued. however, he noticed a still player not too far from where he was at. it was you. somehow you had gotten the gist of the game faster than anyone else in the room. by now, he would’ve expected such a free spirited girl like you to have been eliminated, but you were doing wuite the opposite.

as the game continue, he continued to make him way slowly but surely to the finish line. it was around a minute left on the clock when panic started to set in. he was a few feet away from the finish line. was he really going to fail at his own game?

then, as he got closer and when the doll had turned, he felt a hand grab the collar of his jacket, pulling him right into the finish line before he could bother moving.

“that was close.” he heard a familiar voice say. that’s when he realized, it was you who saved him. “you okay?” you asked looking at him with worried eyes.

“i-i’m okay.” he replied, catching his breath as the timer went down to zero and the remaining players were eliminated.

walking back to the gameroom, in-ho felt a presence trailing behind him. just as he was about to give the person a piece of his mind, he came face to face with you once more. almost immediately, he calmed down, fists unclenching and jaw unlocking.

“i didn’t get to thank you for earlier.” he said, making you catch up to him.

“it was my pleasure, couldn’t let someone like you get shot down like the rest.”

what did that mean? were you flirting with him?

during mealtime, he sat with you, approaching you without question. “why are you so bubbly? this place is depressing.” he asked, watching you enjoy your food.

“what’s not to love? everything here’s better than the shit hole outside.” you shrugged.

in-ho could feel his heart ache as he thought of how your life was like outside the games. something in him thought that you’d at least be better off somewhere with him where you could be like this all the time.

“i like your hair.” he complimented, taking you by surprise as your hand flew to your hair, touching the little flowers you had carefully put in.

“thank you! although, i didn’t take you for the compliment type.” you joked, making him smile. “and he smiles too?!”

in-ho chuckled, you were really something else.

that night when it was time to rest, he watched you from his bottom bunk. you slept so peacefully, he swore he could even see a subtle smile on your face as you turned subconsciously to face. he found himself feeling warm inside when he caught even a glimpse of you. you brought so much joy and bliss to him in a god forsaken place like this.

the next day, he awoke to the sound of classical music blasting through the speakers. but to his surprise, you were already up, putting your hair into a braid, carefully putting the flowers back in your hair. ‘unbelievable’ he thought to himself.

“what do you think the next game will be?” you asked as the both of you hobbled down the stairs to the next venue.

“i don’t know, y/n… but i’m sure you’ll be fine.”

you gave him a smile, nodding.

when you entered the room, you were met with four different shapes. square, circle, star and umbrella.

“how strange.” you mumbled under your breath, only loud enough for in-ho who stood beside you to hear. “which one should we go with?”

in-ho gulped. he knew that he should choose circle, and leave you to be doomed by your fate, but he couldn’t.

“i think i’ll go with umbrella.”

“no.”

you gave him a strange look. “what?”

“come with me, y/n.” he simply said, taking your hand and leading you to the circle. you followed wordlessly, liking how much he cared about you even thought you’ve only met a day ago.

when everyone had picked a shape, the game was announced.

‘dalgona’

“how’d you know to pick circle? it seems like the easiest.” you asked, gazing up at the older man as he only smiled.

“lucky guess.”

as the game began, you and in-ho sat quietly in a far corner of the room, both concentrating on carving the shape out. you had your tongue poked out in focus, eyes squinted and eyebrows frowned, making in-ho choke up a laugh.

“what? are you laughing at me?”

“no. just saw something.” he tried to cover it up.

“whatever, young-il. i’m done so have fun with your dalgona.”

in-ho looked up, seeing you hold out a perfect circle.

“that was fast.” he commented, going back to his dalgona. “why don’t you head out first? i’ll join you as soon as i’m done.”

“and leave you alone? yeah, not a chance.”

his heart fluttered in his chest. he tried his best to suppress his blush by looking down but as he looked at you, sitting with your back against the wall, quietly observing his actions, he blushed harder.

a while later, he was finally done. both of you headed to the exit while the others were struggling to finish the game.

“look at that guy, he’s licking it.” you said, face scrunched up in disgust as you pointed to a man, player 456, who was bent over, licking the dalgona rapidly.

“thanks to me, we don’t have to do that.” he joked, making you smack his arm.

the next day, it was ‘tug of war’. in-ho took notice as you sat in front of him, how silent you became. the enthusiastic, charming aura that floated all around you had vanished.

he had asked you many times if you were okay but the only response you gave him was a nod. not a smile, not a snarky remark. it made him worry.

when it was your teams turn, you stood silently in the corner of the elevator, playing with your fingers. only in-ho noticed how much your hands were shaking, how your breath hitched with even the slightest crank of the elevator. there wasn’f much to be said, he could only take your hand in his, placing a gentle kiss on it, reassuring you.

the team carried out the strategy that sang-woo had came up with-hold out for the first few seconds. when the opposing team had lost their momentum, that’s when you would strike.

luckily for in-ho you were positioned not too far from him. close enough for him to still be able to lay his eyes on you.

when the game started, things got serious quickly. eveyone used every ounce of strength they had. but the plan had faltered and you were losing.

“on my count release!” sang-woo shouted, causing an uproar of discontent from everyone. but what choice did you have. and so you did. the team stumbled forward, half of you hanging off the ledge as you watched the opposing team fall back onto their asses, losing their grip completely.

then, you pulled hard. catching them off guard, slowly but surely dragging them closer and closer towards the edge as one by one, they all fell. soon, the rope was cut off, leaving everyone laying flat on the ledge, lost for words.

when you were headed back towards the main room, you felt an arm snake around your waist, it was in-ho.

“you did so well, y/n.” he said, hoping to get that same cheeky smile from you again, but it never came.

when you failed to reply, he halted, holding you back as the rest of the team went ahead.

“talk to me.” in-ho said in a gentle, almost loving voice. he hands found their way to your face, cupping it gently, trying to give you some sense of comfort.

“i-i’m scared, young-il. i d-don’t want to play anymore.” you admitted, tears springing to your eyes as you spoke.

“oh, sweet girl, don’t cry.” he shushed, pulling you into his arms, kissing your forehead.

“i c-can’t be happy anymore, i-i need to get out of this place, young-il. i don’t w-want to die.” you cried muffled by his jacket.

“i know…let it out, i’m here, baby.” he comforted, stroking your hair.

in-ho hated it. he hated how this place had broke you. stripping away his sun and joy of this place, all he wanted at that moment was for him to be able to hear your laughter again.

then, as if on impulse, he pulled away, bending down slightly to meet your lips. it was soft, gentle, almost innocent. he kissed your lips with so much passion and affection. there was no need for any words, everything he needed to say melted right into the kiss.

when he pulled away, he could hear a small giggle. he opened his eyes to be met with the most beautiful sight he swore he had ever seen. your eyes half teary, hair messy and lips swollen from his kiss.

“thank you.” you said softly, looking up at him.

“anytime, y/n.”

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about dry humping with any old man l who’d otherwise think something like this is so trivial - something only horny teenagers do and he’s long passed that stage- having to resort to viagra to enjoy any kind of play but he agrees to it anyway, at first he spends a good moment getting used to having you sprawled onto of him- it’s unlike anything you’ve done before- usually you’d have him pinned beneath you unable to move his legs and arms but now he’s able to reach out free to do whatever he wants - touch you if he wishes to do so- and you even encourage it when you put one of his hands on your chest as your own hands wander his body- and god even the way you touch him now feels so different -big hands slowly dragging along his chest, calloused fingers tugging and taunting at his nipples - a rough palm cupping and squeezing his pecs - each touch coaxing sounds out of him that are too loud even for his own ears, and when you feel you’ve tortured him enough you move to a different part of his body, while he loves the usual frantic rough touch that leaves him rock hard in his pants he must admit that this is nice so much so he finds himself craving more the words effortlessly rolling off his tongue hands grabbing you and tugging you closer til you’re flush against his chest, that’s when he realizes you’ve started to steadily rocking your hips, slow at first but quickly gaining speed, hard cock grinding firmer against his soft dick his own pants getting more and more soaked with every thrusts of your hips “you’re really into this” he thinks to himself feels a tinge of amusement but it would be a lie if he said he didn’t enjoy himself loves feeling you like this fully clothed still able to feel every inch as you firmly grind your hips loves hearing your harsh breaths as you pick up speed , can feel the wetness kissing his dick, and whenever you hoist your hips up theres a gust of cold air blowing onto his sensitive cock , the feeling sending goosebumps throughout his body, slowly but surely he grows closer to something he can taste- rushes so frantically towards it feels himself rocking his own hips and suddenly there’s a white burst of light across his eyes the sounds around him fading out and when he refocuses on his surroundings he sees your grinning face, “thought you’d like it,”

[hyperfocusthusly]

Take me home

Day one of the @bucktommyfluffebruary - prompt ‘non sexual intimacy’

Notes: established relationship | words: 938 | rated: G

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——-

Tommy doesn’t sit down on the bench as much as he collapses vaguely in its direction. He blinks slowly, eyes gritty with exhaustion. He gives up and just closes them, head tipped back against his locker. He can feel sleep pulling at the edges of his consciousness. He just wants to be able to click his fingers and be at home. He does not want to have to drive there.

The door to the locker room clangs as someone leaves and Tommy jerks upright. The fogginess of near sleep clouding his vision. Maybe driving would not be such a great idea. He twists and fumbles open the door of his locker, retrieving his phone. He scrubs his face with his palms and tries to concentrate long enough to find the right contact. He returns to his previous position, head tipped back on his locker, eyes closed as he listens to the phone ring.

“Hey love, everything okay?”

“Mmmm.” He tries to summon the energy to form real words.

“Bad shift?” Concern edges into Evan’s voice.

“No” Tommy can hear the roughness in his own voice. “Just long, didn’t get much sleep. Would you-” he falters momentarily, the feeling that he’s asking too much raising its head. He pushes it down, they’ve talked about this. “Would you come and pick me up? I don’t think me driving is a great idea right now.”

“Oh, yeah of course.” He can hear some movement on the other end of the phone as Evan moves through the house. Through their house. A smile pulls at Tommy’s lips at the thought.

“Give me twenty and I’ll be there.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The phone clicks off and Tommy is left in silence again. He takes a deep breath and feels himself relax, he settles in to wait for Evan.

——-

What feels like moments later, there is a gentle hand on his shoulder. Tommy blinks awake, sluggishly sits up, his back protesting the position he had let himself stay in for the last twenty minutes.

Evan’s smile is as bright as ever as he looks up from where he is crouched down in front of Tommy.

“Hey love.”

“Hey.”

Evan is fiddling with something on the floor, Tommy feels his legs being gently moved around. He tilts forwards and realises that Evan is untying his boots, carefully taking them off and setting them aside. Tommy groans, he’s still in his flight suit, the thought of having to get dressed feels vaguely overwhelming. He lifts his arms and fumbles with the poppers. His movements are slow and uncoordinated, the tiny metal clasp proving much more difficult than it should. Evan is there immediately, gently pushing his hands aside and releasing the poppers.

“It’s okay, let me do it.”

Evan slides his hands under the shoulders of the suit and frees Tommy’s arms, peppering gentle kisses along his collarbone as he goes.

Tommy leans into him, presses their cheeks together for a moment. It feels nice, to be taken care of. He’s not happy they broke up, all that time ago, but he can’t help but be grateful for the things it brought about. He’s always been so afraid of letting himself be known, be vulnerable but here, in this moment, he’s grateful for having broken through that barrier. Allowing himself to be so completely seen by Evan, it feels so beautifully intimate.

He is pulled from his thoughts by a gentle tap on his elbow,

“Lift your arms up for me, let’s get you into some clean clothes.”

Evan reaches over the top of him and pulls his bag out of the locker. Rummages through and pulls free a new set of clothes.

Before he knows it he is being pulled up off the bench, sweat pants secured around his waist. He lets himself fall into the crook of Evan’s neck.

“Thank you.” He mumbles into the soft skin there.

A hand runs up his back, holds him close.

“No problem darling, I’m always going to be here to help.”

Warmth stirs up in Tommy’s chest as he lets himself be guided out of the door.

——-

As they approach the jeep, Evan starts to rummage around in the bag over his shoulder, it’s awkward given that his other arm is being used to keep Tommy from sliding down onto the floor. He eyes the concrete, he could sleep there, it would probably be fine.

“Where are your keys?”

Tommy frowns,

“They are in the side pocket. I’m exhausted Evan, not drunk, you don’t have to confiscate them.”

Evan laughs, the sound is nice, drifting through Tommy’s ever slowing thoughts.

“I’m driving you home remember?”

Tommys sluggish mind fails to process what Evan is saying.

“But then you’ll have to leave your car here.”

Evan chuckles again. He is increasingly aware that Tommy looks like he’s about to collapse. But he can’t help but take a moment to look at his boyfriend, brows scrunched down adorably, trying to figure through Evan’s words.

Evan pulls out the keys and guides Tommy round to the passenger door. He opens it and helps Tommy in, who is, by this point, a bundle of uncoordinated limbs.

He smiles patiently as Tommy gets comfortable.

“My car is at home, I took an uber here, I am going to drive your car home. Then both of our cars will be at home.”

“Oh.”

Evan chuckles, Tommy is hardly awake anymore, his head dropping to rest on his shoulder.

Evan runs his fingers gently through his hair, presses a feather light kiss to his cheek

“Let’s get you home.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Monster, Inc. 6

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss is an asshole, you know this. But what happens when he turns his wrath upon you? (plus!reader)

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, this reader is known as Missie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

Maestro’s is a nice place. Your dress feels even louder in the high-end restaurant. And you feel even more tired as the dim lighting softens the edges of your vision. Mr. Hansen looms there too, ushering you after the hostess as she leads you to your reserved booth. 

A man awaits you. He doesn’t stand or offer Lloyd a handshake. He simply finishes his martini and shoves the empty glass at the hostess, keeping the olive to chew on. 

“’Bout time,” he mutters at Hansen around the garnish. 

“Nice to see you too, Hugh,” Hansen nudges you ahead of him. You slide onto the curved bench silently. The man finally looks up from his glowing phone. He scoffs in your direction. “Who’s the grade school teacher?” 

“Assistant,” Hansen drops down and glides in close to you. “She’ll keep minutes.” 

“Really? Alright,” he snorts. 

“Well, you want an investment so... it’s business, isn’t it?” 

“Thought we were getting drinks and steak,” the other man he called Hugh sits back casually. 

“Missie, Ransom, Ransom, Missie. There, all introduced,” Hansen picks up the liquor menu and pets his mustache. You notice how he toys particular with the shining silver strand. 

“Nice to meet you, uh, Ransom,” you intone. 

“Yeah, sure,” he sniffs and rolls his eyes. You’re an intruder, if not an imposter. Not just at this table but in this restaurant. You should be with Peter getting your sandwich with extra pickles. 

The men are silent. You look between them as the tension rise. A waitress reappears with a fresh martini and puts it before Ransom. Hansen sits up and puts down the small menu.  

“Scotch, top shelf for me, and a vodka tonic for the lady. She’s watching those hips,” he orders. You don’t put in that you’d rather not drink. You doubt he’ll notice if you touch it or not. Besides, it’s a courtesy you don’t expect of him. 

“You going to the reunion?” Ransom asks over his martini. 

“Nah, stuff’s sad. Bunch of washed out legacies and stringy armed pledges.” Hansen retorts. 

“Mr. Big Stuff’s too cool for school,” Ransom chortles. “Imagine this, honey,” he gestures to you with his stemmed glass. “Big boss man used to be the frat’s treasurer. Penny pincher. Kept a fucking stranglehold over every penny. Wouldn’t even put out for cups for beer pong--” 

“Not all of have grandaddy’s trust fund to fall back on--” 

“Bro, don’t even. Your mom is loaded.” 

“Where do you think I got my good sense from?” Hansen counters. The server returns with your drinks and sets them down, offering a food menu. The men wave those away. Your stomach growls. 

Hansen slides the sparkling vodka in front of you. He sips his own dark liquor and you let yours sit on ice. He huffs and flicks the brim of your glass, “drink.” 

“Sir,” you lift the glass and take a tiny sip. 

“Don’t be ungrateful,” he pushes on the bottom until you gulp. You nearly gag on the bitterness of the tonic and alcohol. 

“So what’s going on here?” Ransom leans his elbows on the table. 

“Business, talk about your damn books,” Hansen demands with the snap of his fingers. 

“New imprint. So long as I can get the backers,” Ransom shrugs. “Grandfather says I have to put work in. Mom says the same.” 

“Oh, and how is the insatiable Mrs. Thrombey?” 

“Hey,” Ransom warns. 

Hansen cackles, “now that’s a woman. Tall, domineering—you know, she still got it--” 

“Would you quit?” 

“I’m having fun,” Hansen chuckles and drains his glass. He takes out his phone and Ransom sighs, nursing his own drink in agitation. 

You squirm in the roiling air. You wet your lips as you wait for them to continue. Neither of them do. 

“That’s a nice ring...” you comment, just to ease the silence. 

Ransom twists the mother of pearl band then fidgets with his hands, “thank, er...” 

“So you went to school together?” You prompt, afraid of another simmering tension. 

“Pfft, no. Do I look old?” Ransom sneers. “I only heard the stories. After. L-Dog made quite the name for himself.” 

“Hugh,” Hansen puts his phone screen down. 

“What? I’m making conversation since you can’t be bothered,” he shrugs and leans forward, focusing on you. “What’s it like working for him? He a tight ass? I mean, he’s got you here past six. I’m thinking so.” 

“She’s here to take notes,” Hansen insists. “It’s her job.” 

“Suuuuure,” Ransom drags out the word. “Still the same as you ever were, huh.” 

“Shut up.” 

“This guy, oh, everyone knew what he liked. Really chubby ch--” 

Hansen slaps the table and it jolts as he kicks Ransom underneath, “you want me to back your nepotistic venture or what?” 

Ransom laughs and reaches to rubs his shin, “you know, this could’ve been an email.” 

“Could’ve,” Hansen signals for the server. “But I prefer to deal with you with a dash of good scotch.” He taps your glass again, “finish that.” 

The waitress reappears and Hansen orders another round for the table. You deflate just a little. You hoped you might get out early enough to meet Peter, or at least call him and explain. You’re not sure your frantic apology via text made sense. 

“You’re too nice for him,” Ransom says. “And it’s me saying so.” 

“Get on with it,” Hansen sneers. 

“Fine. Erotic thrillers. Granddad’s scandalised but I told him, times are changing. People like horny with their fear.” 

You stay quiet. You’re rather content to do so. Let them chatter. You take out your phone and take notes; trying to translate his crass explanation into business speak. Hansen gets his second drink and yawns. 

The more you transcribe there blustering chirping, the more you feel that needling in your head. You shouldn’t be here. Neither of them need you here. You know it’s punishment; because you saw your boss at his weakest, but when did you ever step a toe out of line with Hansen. You’ve ever been loyal. You are sitting at that table after all. 

“Hips, if you’re not gonna drink, don’t let it go to waste,” Hansen snatches your untouched refill and slurps it down. 

Concern tickles behind your ears. He’s drinking a lot and fast. The longer you’re here, the more he knocks back, you’re assured that you won’t be catching up with Peter tonight.  

You quickly flip out of your notes app and check your conversation. You deleted Hansen’s message but not before it was read. Even so, Peter’s response is ‘understood, we’ll do another night’. You reply to him quickly 

‘Sorry again. Boss has important stuff. Maybe this weekend?’ 

You switch back to your notes as Hansen slaps his chest and stifle a belch. Ransom sucks on the gin soaked olive and shakes his head again. Looks like you’re going to be the adult at the table. 

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003 | Richmond Inc.

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⇚ 002

♠ summary: The forced proximity of a Swiss work trip makes Lorence's attempts at evading Mr. Richmond more challenging. Their already tense dynamic becomes all the more challenging when she finds out when he thinks of her terms and requests.

♠ pairing: Terry Richmond (Aaron Pierre - Rebel Ridge) X Lorence Cole (Black Fem OC)

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⌖ - St. Moritz, Switzerland

I check my watch noting my pulse is exactly where I need it to be. I can feel the blood rushing through my limbs as I dismount from my inversion looking at brave skiers taking on the slopes. I remove my mouth tape and take a deep breath. An integral of this position is being remarkable while not standing out too much physically. I need endurance and strength without looking like I train for a few hours a day in the gym. Morning yoga is my personal maintenance. I look out ahead and breathe deeply while admiring the serenity of the Swiss Alps. I could get used to this. I think to myself revelling in the privilege of the experience. Continuing my deep breathing I click off the noise cancellation on my headphones allowing the world back in and hear running. Frowning, I turn and find the Boss on the treadmill running with a large barbell over his shoulders evenly weighted with large black disks on either side. What the hell!? I think looking away before stealing a glance at him barrelling through his run in the mirror. He moves effortlessly with the deathtrap hitched on his shoulders like he’s carrying five pound dumbbells and not over a hundred pounds while running moderately. Of his own free will!

Maniac, I mutter snapping out of my thoughts. I manage to gather my things quickly, tossing them into my bag before disinfecting the mat I used. The cadence of his steps changes as he slows maintaining a slower speed and I wonder how he hast stopped yet. This tortuous exercise would have already murdered me. I feel self conscious in an instant when I remember my hair is in heat less rollers under a satin scarf and curse myself for leaving my room in this presentation.  Mr. Richmond provides a notable monthly stipend towards the maintenance and upkeep of his employees. My current appearance is a huge faux pas. Appearance is everything. Not in a homogenous and boring kind of way, but in an eclectic way we've got something for everyone, kind of way. I hardly look my part right now, I have never been in the presence of the boss without a face on. A bare face isn't something I’d usually be self-conscious about but around Mr. Perfect; I am.

The running stops and I’ve missed my window to leave without an interaction. He slows to a stop before putting down the weight. He’s barely sweating and not nearly exasperated enough to be fully human.

“Good morning” he calls over to me, his baritone reverberating through the empty gym.

“Good morning” I respond hoping he hasn’t put his contacts in since he isn’t wearing glasses but it’s a foolhardy wish for a man as prepared as him. My phone rings and I smile when I see my father has saved me from the beast.

“Hey Daddy” I smile, picking up. 

“Hi my love, I was just heading to bed I hoped you’d be up on time” Dad says.

“I am, thanks. I just finished yoga” I explain using the opportunity to get my bag on and slip out from under the Bosses nose. 

“What’s it like?” Dad asks and I wish he could see it for himself.

“Cold and gorgeous I’ll take lots of pictures when I get a chance.” I smile.

“Remember to take some time to see it, really see it and bring home fondue and chocolate for your mother and I” he adds.

“Chocolate, cheese and wine - got it. Mom won’t let me forget it. I’ll be through with her list” I tell him.

“Atta girl, well I’ll let you get ready. Call me if you need anything” daddy says as I pass the Boss.

“I will, thanks dad - see you soon” I tell him. He sends a kiss through the phone and I do the same making it out of the gym without having to make small talk with Mr. Richmond. Joel’s been on assignment and I haven’t heard a thing about my conditions. I move through the building heading back to my room to find the bed maid. I have a shower and spend more time than I should watching people ski down the mountain while doing my make up for the day. I spray perfume and then get dressed before packing a bag in case of any surprises. When I leave, people have already started breakfast. A chef is at work and names set out on serving cloches. I find mine and see a perfect breakfast respecting my dietary restrictions.

“Thank you chef” I smile, thanking the chef and he nods smiling back. I find a seat at the table in my own world as everyone partakes in conversation. I’m not a morning person and if I want my breakfast to settle I can’t be aggravated or anxious. The room is buzzing with good energy overall, everyone is excited to be in attendance. I’m anxious. Although I have no responsibilities this go round I like being in a conference room surrounded by computers being fed intel and finding a way through as opposed to being on the ground. We leave in groups, staggering our arrival times. Joel appears just as I’m about to get into my black truck. He smiles getting in with me.

“How are you?” You ask, getting on your seatbelt.

“This’ll take some adjusting to the timezone change & climate. I just finished a job in Australia - it’s summer there” he smiles.

“You know flying so much isn’t good for you.” I tell him.

“I know, I’m being rotated out for the next six months unless it’s eminent” Joel responds.

It’s great news. “I bet your kids will be happy”

“Not my wife though,” he mutters.

“I’m sure living with a hyper-vigilant, ex special forces nut isn’t easy” I tease and he chuckles.

“You’re supposed to be on my side” Joel remarks.

I give him a curt look. “I am on your side. You can’t do this forever. All your awards and accolades mean nothing without your family ensuring they’re celebrated and live on” I remind him.

Joel beams bright, “I forgot how much I missed you” he laughs, shaking his head dismissively at my sentimentality. I snap a few pictures of the mountains in genuine awe of their magnitude.

“This is the job, seeing the best the world has to offer” Joel says beside me.

“I know” I nod.

“The Boss didn’t agree,” Joel says, drawing my attention back to him. “Actually, he was pissed,” Joel says, shocking me. I give him a moment to tell me it's all a joke and when he doesnt my heart starts to race.

“Great” I sigh sarcastically.

“Offered you a $850k and an increased therapy stipend. You have until the end of the week to decide if the response is no, HR will terminate your employment.” Joel says looking guilty. Now, I’m really in shark infested waters.

“Joel!” I snap looking him over.

“Joel what, it’s practically a million dollars!” he shouts like he isn’t the one who secured my spot on the Bosses shit list.

“To be ripped into and harassed. You know he’s gonna make every penny worth his while” I snap. 

“You run things by me and I’ll do my best to catch any infractions. He really isn’t as bad as you think.” Joel says and I sigh near tears. I’m going to be out of a job. I think to myself with closed eyes. Maybe if I can manage it for a year then I can quit a million dollars richer? Maybe I can train for the verbal berating? My thoughts run wild and I take deep breaths.

“I’m sorry” Joel says finally. I open my eyes before cutting them over to him. “I’ll be home so I’ll have all the time in the world to be on call” he reminds.

“Whatever” I snap folding my arms. “I’m still not convinced,” I confess.

“It’s more money than the average person makes in their lifetime in a year. Think of all the good you can do with it. Think of all the potential investors and philanthropists you can meet?” Joel starts and his training is showing. He’s appealing to the things I value most.

The car stops and he gets the door. I put my game face on exiting behind him. We blend in with the understated upper echelon. In the field, what Richmond inc. is second to none, I spot my colleagues discreetly blending in amongst the crowd. Unlike the serious and burly security guards that are easy targets we blend in. Offering safety in numbers as well as increased observation. For the more curious attendees at these kinds of things our menial titles make us all the more visible. Consultants and special advisors are of little importance in most cases as they are far from where the money resides.

Joel and I separate as he schmoozes. His cover is that he’s an elite protection dog breeder. As a senior agent and not executive I don’t have that kind of story but no one pries when I tell them I’m his assistant. I’m a woman so it’s believable. I look the part and a few of them look at me like I’m a meal. It’s nothing I’m not used to in a sea of powerful men. They flirt and I giggle but that’s all it’ll ever be. I know better and this group works hard and plays harder. Not to kink shame but the shit they’re into turns my stomach. There are few novelties when you have as much money as they do. I tread lightly and make my rounds schmoozing and farming potential clients away from other security firms who are too busy eye fucking me to realize I may be why they’re out a job. When the keynote begins the rotunda leans out. The centre’s workers have their way with the decadent charcuterie boards and excess wine while myself and a few of my colleagues file out into our waiting cars.

They go skiing once we get back but I get out my notebook weighing my options with Mr Richmond’s counter offer heavy on my mind. The blank page stares back at me as I make the pros and cons list. I decide to try my hand at positivity first. The pay, the travel, the potential to meet incredible people. I pause from writing and look up at the ceiling to think. The amenities, the accommodations, the new experiences. I continue with my list until I begin to draw blanks. Are they really even pros when I currently make more than I need not by a longshot and can afford to put myself in the position to enjoy everything listed? I groan, tearing the page and tossing it into the modern black stoned fireplace. I know the cons intimately. Chronic stress from existing under a microscope, anxiety that would snowball into a skewed self-perception about my value and what I deserve. Verbal tirades that would also be intimidating and dramatic because of how big the brute is. Turning my head I watch the paper burn and try to find alternatives. Perhaps exposure therapy? Only being tougher and having thicker skin is not something I aspire to at this time in my life. I’ve faced about fear to tack on another one for the sake of greed and prestige.

Disappointed greenish blue-grey eyes find me in my thoughts where they are unwelcome. It would be easier if he wasn't so damn handsome, then everyone would hate him and we wouldn't have to pretend he’s this pleasant person to be around. Maybe then, he’d be nicer too - or just normal instead of so abrasive. 

What if I just ignore what Joel told me and continue in my current position? But that would only work until the Bosses patience runs out. All I’d need to do is stand my ground. I have half a decade of nearly perfect reviews to make being fired an unjust and unlawful termination. Unfortunately, being in a litigious battle with Mr. Richmond is a terrifying idea. 

I decide to stop worrying and make the most of the present. I put on my base layer before my thermals and a snowsuit for my solo adventure up and down the slopes. I make sure I have everything before heading out of my room with a slightly awkward waddle. Smiling, I take a photo for my girls back home. My hair is braided and put away under a fleece hat to keep it from freezing. The elevator dings and I walk in before looking up. Big mistake. Just the man I want to avoid is the one standing in there with me.

“Lobby?” he asks and I nod swallowing my smile. I see the lobby button is already illuminated.

“Sir” I force a polite smile.

“Miss Cole” he nods back. It’s the first time I’ve regretted our penthouse accommodations. It's a long way down. 

“Is Mr. Jameson back yet?” The Boss asks, referring to Joel.

“I believe he’s still at the convention,” I respond.

“Have you two had a chance to speak yet?” Mr. Richmond pries.

“About?” I ask as the elevator doors reopen.

“Well hello handsome” she says in full winter gear. Her husband shakes his head completely ignoring his wifes antics. Well, I assume he’s her husband. “Ooo wee, Earl don’t you think one of the girls would love him”  she says, elbowing her husband who is clearly ready to be outside. But Earl chuffs committed to not looking up at Mr. Richmond and it amuses me - Earl and I are on the same page.

“Cheryl quit” he says instead with a thick southern american accent.

I stifle a giggle and he looks up at me with an annoyed smirk. He makes a talking gesture with his hand before pointing to his wife, who is still admiring Mr. Richmond. He motions that his Wife's talking too much like a kid sneakingly mocking their teacher in class.

“Forty five years and she’s always got new material” he whispers, reminding me of my own parents. THeir irritation with each other is always second to their love.

“I bet that keeps things interesting” I respond and his eyes light.

“You bet,” he laughs, highly amused.

“Now Earl, nothing she says could be that funny” she chides him as the elevator sounds and the doors open. Earl throws his hands up in defeat heading out first and Cheyl gives Mr. Richmond a wave. I use the confusion to my advantage putting on my gloves and heading to the chalet where snowboards can be rented. The Boss will have to schedule a meeting with me where I can be prepared. This ordeal is hardly an ad hoc conversation. I live below my means and take care of my people so the money doesn’t seduce me. I like nice things but I have more of them than I have time for right now. The money I have been squirrelling away was for travel with my family. My priority is to smell the roses with the people I love. 

I’m modest with my ascend up the slopes and do a moderate slope instead of going all the way up the mountain. I snowboard down a few times before taking my daddy’s advice. I FaceTime him while enjoying swiss fondue. Momma makes sure I write down everything for her gastronomy blog and I take lots of photos. I return to the hotel with a box of goodies and the doorman rushes to help me with it. The common area has a sprinkle of people. We talk about the convention and the weather before turning in.

My nightly routine is still in place. Before winding down completely I do a final once over of my emails and make sure all is going well with my team while I am away. I’m about to close out of my emails when one comes in from the Boss. I swallow hard looking at the encrypted email and slam my laptop shut. I try decompressing by brushing my team only to check my work phone and see I have a 9:00 a.m meeting with the man himself tomorrow morning.

FUCK!

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┈┈・୨ Seasons ୧・┈┈

A song with a meaning meant for you and Xiao

───────────୨ৎ─────────── Scenes with you and Xiao

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loves you dearly yet he expresses it in his own way

acts of service and quality time are his main ways he would show that he genuinely cares and values you more than anything

he’s so soft and gentle when it comes to you despite how harsh and cold he may seem

hes not great with words, that’s obvious. So as long as you’re willing to be patient with him working things out between you two would be no problem

often more insecure when it comes to being jealous. He won’t blame you or whoever he’s “jealous” of but more rather blame himself.

Hes willing to do whatever he can to make you happy. He believes it’s a way to repay you because you make him feel so strange yet so warm and free when you’re around.

He would be very hesitant with physical touch but would eventually warm up to it. All it takes is you running your hand through his hair and massaging his scalp that he’ll eventually melt and lean into you.

He loves laying on your lap while you do it too. It’s so therapeutic to for him

once he fully warms up to your touch he would truly be desperate for it yet at the same time also hesitant about it.

which meant that if you wanted a kiss from him, hug him, or to hold his hand, you’d have to initiate it first.

he believes that everyday he doesn’t deserve someone as loving and perfect as you yet at the same time he can’t imagine living without you

he wants to stay away from you as to not hurt you because he believes he truly isn’t meant to feel anything like this yet the thought of you leaving destroys him

it’s an internal battle but just in your presence all those thoughts go silent as he just tries to enjoy the moment with you.

Seasons- Wave to Earth

“I can’t be your love, cause I’m afraid, I’ll ruin your life.”

[ahrianee]

[🌌] It is a curious presentation without a doubt.

Couple: Roboute Guilliman x Rena Caeruleun (Oc)

Warnings: English is not my main language, I'm sorry if there are things that are not understood, I tried to look for several translation sites to avoid mistakes, but surely there will be some, I apologize again

Notes: I'm just writing whenever I feel like it, so this is going to be very messy chronologically, now we're going back to when they were kids.

Summary: Falling on top of someone can't be the worst presentation, right? Of course it is the worst presentation.

A loud whip crack resounds in the room, the younger woman holds back her moan of pain while still keeping her back straight, trying to avoid another blow from the governess.

The older woman's frivolous and bitter face is the only thing she sees right now, her small hands clench trying to forget the pain in her back.

── Lady Rena, keep your back straight, a real lady would never slouch, no matter how exhausted she is ──

This time it is the governess's voice that resounds, scolding the young girl of no more than eight years old, who keeps her back straight but her gaze averted from the woman, another chaste and quick blow resounds.

This time the scream escapes the girl's lips.

── When I'm talking you have to look at my face, Lady Rena ──

Someone so straight and with rules in each of her thoughts, is trying to teach a girl who until now only wanted to be free and play.

── Lady Rena, the Caeruleun family, are noble, that makes you a noble too, you always have to be elegant and graceful with whatever you do. . . If not when you go out to adult life they will eat you and leave nothing of you ──

Her words are buried deep inside her, a thorn that has been stuck and can no longer be removed, that voice, those words, at this age children are so easy to mold. . . And at the same time so easy to break by others.

── Now repeat after me Lady Rena. . . I must be a noble lady, who will not make any mistake ──

── . . . I must be a noble lady, who will not make any mistake ──

── I will always be elegant in any situation ──

── . . . I will always be elegant in any situation ──

── Remember my words Lady Rena, I do this only for your own good, the Caeruleun family cannot stain its honor because you make a mistake ──

The girl can only nod in absolute silence, it is not the first time, nor will it be the last, if the governess showed herself to be someone kind at the beginning, after the first classes, she became what she is now, a strict lady who resorts to physical punishment if necessary.

── I will retire for now, see you next week Lady Rena, I hope to see great progress in you. . . Your family expects a lot from you ──

With that said, the governess leaves the room closing the door behind her, when the footsteps stop echoing in the hallway, the little girl's body falls to her knees against the floor, she raises her hands to her face drying the tears that fall one after another without stopping, she just wants to have fun, be free, and. . . I don't have to continue with these classes.

She remains seated on the floor, while hugging her legs tightly, she should simply give up, and accept that this is how her life will be, she has to be a noble, elegant lady without any fault.

Because in the end, it is as her governess says, they will end up eating her in the social world if she continues acting in such a childish way, crying over these trivial things.

Her thoughts begin to consume her slowly, sitting on that white fur rug that she likes so much, she feels more and more crushed by the words of her governess, everything becomes silent, she is beginning to go around in circles without stopping and getting lost in her thoughts.

Or it was like that until the door to her room slowly opened, Rena raises her hands to her face wiping away the rest of her tears, she couldn't keep crying for these things, she had to be strong, show that they can't step on her so easily, if they wanted a little girl to be perfect, she would be.

[ . . . ]

This time, it wasn't the rays of light coming through her window that woke her up, but the overwhelming number of servants, six to be exact, not counting her personal maid and the head butler, who had entered in a row one after the other.

The head butler is here, extending his arms towards the young girl in her bed, her hair completely fluffed and disheveled from her bad habit of moving while sleeping, Rommel can't help but laugh softly, since the little girl arrived at the house she felt like she complemented the place brilliantly.

── Good morning Lady Rena ──

Rommel's voice speaks softly so as not to scare her, Rena slowly recovers while she is in Rommel's arms, raising her hands to rub her eyes and remove the rest of the sleep that remains.

── Good morning Rommel ──

She says in a low tone, just as she finishes she lets out a yawn, her small body knows that it is early, at least earlier than when she usually wakes her up for her first etiquette class.

Rommel walks calmly with Rena in his arms, along with two maids who follow them from behind, while the multiple servants begin to prepare what he needs for when his young lady returns.

Walking calmly towards the bathroom that they had prepared just a few minutes ago, several bath salts and aromatic herbs impregnate the water with a pinkish tone.

── Why are they making so much noise since morning? ──

The question escapes Rena's lips who begins to feel more and more deserted in this situation.

── Today is an important day Lady Rena, her mother Duchess Ceres must have told her how important today is ──

Rena stares at Rommel in silence, not knowing exactly what he is referring to, it is early in the morning, her little brain is still processing the nice dream she had eating all the sweets she could imagine without worrying about what others think.

She slowly denies it but doesn't ask either, she is not as interested as she should be, the head butler just laughs softly and leaves the young lady of the house on the warm carpet at the foot of the marble bathtub, the aroma is soft and sweet, without a doubt he had taken great care in doing this.

Rommel steps back a little so the maids can approach and begin to undress the young lady. Rena sighs softly, her lower back still hurt, but they hadn't left superficial marks, they had only left internal marks. The governess knows how to hit so that it hurts but doesn't leave a mark after a few minutes.

They gently put her in the bathtub, and begin to soap her jet black hair with that mixture that she likes so much with fruity scents. The girl can't help but start humming at the comfortable sensation that is embracing her, a bathtub with hot water that relaxes her small muscles, and a sweet aroma that doesn't become cloying.

She admits that she loves bathing, she would have liked to bathe alone and enjoy all this in peace, but it seems that today will not be like that. Rommel approaches the bathtub with a calm step after a few minutes, enough to leave the young lady clean and shiny.

One of the maids approaches with a small jar of oil, and begins to spread it on her white skin. Is there always so much preparation? Not at all, the girl blames it on the fact that they keep saying that today is a very important day.

Rommel with a large, fluffy white towel in his hand carefully wraps the little girl, seconds later he carefully lifts her in his arms, for him taking care of the young lady was undoubtedly easier than with the Duke's older children, one certainly too disastrous, and the other simply indifferent, compared to the youth of the young masters, the young lady is undoubtedly the easiest to take care of.

Those old bones remember each of the small wars that the young masters gave her.

── Lady Rena has not said a word for a while. Is everything okay? ──

The girl nods softly, being in Rommel's arms.

── Are the etiquette classes being too hard? ──

And as if it were a sixth sense, Rommel hits the nail on the head with Rena's concerns, but she quickly denies it.

── They are fine, they are not very harsh ──

There are doubts in his words but not enough for the head butler to fully realize, the girl does not have enough courage to tell them that she really feels overwhelmed by all the classes, from the beginning it was like that.

── Madam Minerva, is an amazing governess, she has guided many young ladies until turning them into perfect and charming ladies ──

And here is the reason, Madam Minera's high esteem in the environment of social status, she knows that her parents would believe in her words does not put it in doubt, but there is a glimpse of doubt of a possible, what if they do not believe in her?

And if you think she's just complaining because she's a little girl who's been living a carefree life.

She gently shakes her head and hides in Rommel's chest, covering her face with the towel. The head butler sighs softly. He knows that something is worrying the young lady, but he can't investigate further if she doesn't let him.

[ . . . ]

── But Duchess Ceres said that it had to be a navy blue dress ──

One of the maids says while holding a blue dress with silver details, the opposite one with whom she is arguing is holding a sky blue dress with gold details.

── Duchess Ceres said blue, she did not specify, exact tone, this dress is more comfortable for Lady Rena ──

Rena looks from right to left, the one who is saying that she should wear a more comfortable dress is her personal maid, Juno, younger than the rest of the maids, but also more empathetic, she always thinks about the well-being of her young lady before the rest of the matters.

Rommel joins in the discord, holding a blue dress, with a neutral tone between the two previous ones, Rena who is sitting on the sofa after having her hair combed and organized her short hair in an elegant updo, simply can't take this situation anymore.

She looks from one side to the other, the other three maids who combed her hair are arguing about what jewelry she should wear in this very important situation.

They keep repeating that it is a very important day but they don't say why it is a very important day, at the same time they also repeat over and over that their young lady has to look more perfect than she already looks normally.

The three who were arguing about what dress Lady Rena should wear, quickly turn towards her, scaring her when they put the three dresses in front of her face.

── Let her try all three, we'll see which one looks best on her ──

It seems that this has become a competition in all its splendor, Rena looks at Rommel hoping that he comes to his senses, but he seems to be one of the most excited, if not the most excited, now Rena's pleading eyes seek salvation in Juno, but she is another one whose eyes burn with excitement to see her lady trying on dresses.

── Which one will be the first that Lady Rena will try on? ──

Rommel asks, Rena blinks several times, this situation is becoming more and more implausible, but she can't say no to them in the face of so much burning emotion shining in her eyes.

She takes Juno's dress first, a small victory for the personal maid, the other maid is not entirely happy, and what can we say about the head butler.

Time passes surprisingly slowly for the girl, adjusting the dresses, trying on not only those three that they had initially decided on, now they decided to take out their entire wardrobe and select any dress that was blue, which curiously was a large part of the wardrobe, blue and white dresses predominated in the girl's wardrobe, there was one or another of a different color but it was certainly the minority.

In another of Rommel's discussions with the maids, Rena looks from one side to the other sitting on the sofa completely exhausted, she can't take it anymore, she really can't take it anymore, she looks at the door of the room half open since another maid recently entered with orders from Duchess Ceres on how to dress her daughter.

Rena gets up from the sofa silently taking advantage of the distraction of everyone in the room, to run away seconds later.

Rommel turns his head instinctively seeing how the silhouette of his young lady runs out of the room, surprised, but not by her escape, but by how much she managed to hold out here.

The head butler leaves at a fast pace behind the lady leaving the other two maids in the middle of the discussion.

She is small but that makes her faster and more energetic than this elderly butler.

── Lady Rena! Please come back here! ──

Rommel's hoarse voice resounds as the youngest of the Caeruleun family runs through the halls of her home, small but quick steps are efficient enough to leave behind Rommel, who does not have as much energy as when he was younger.

Rena can't help but let a giggle escape from her small lips, when she gets a significant distance advantage.

She doesn't remember at all what happens today, and even if they had been talking about how important it was, they never said why it was so important.

The gold decorations cover her jet black hair making the accessories stand out more, she doesn't even remember how many pairs of jewelry they had tried on her, the young woman only sighs heavily, she can't help but think that this is the most inconvenient and annoying way to pick up her short hair, apart from the fact that the headband they placed on her this time squeezed her head too tightly.

She lets out a chaste sigh this time, her run for freedom never stopped, she keeps running through the hallways without looking back for a second, she turns right into one of the adjacent hallways, hiding behind one of the short marble pillars with a surprisingly expensive vase decorating the top, she raises her small hands to cover her mouth and thus prevent a gasp of tiredness from escaping, it's normal that she's tired not only physically but mentally as well.

She raises her hands as she slowly takes off all the gold accessories from her hair, then puts them away in her bag, she's not stupid, this is expensive and she can't just throw it anywhere, although this place she's referring to is her home, she's tired to think too much, all she wanted was some time for herself. Was that really what she was asking for?

She hadn't even finished dreaming about that little house made of candy, which is a surprisingly recurring dream in her dream library.

She just wants some time to rest and do the things she likes.

Her small body prepares to slowly stand up again from where she is hiding, she can't help but be glad now, that between her two brothers, she is the youngest and the shortest in stature, being able to hide in small places without being found.

She sticks her head out from behind the marble column a little, and looks to the sides checking that there is no one or any servant who would give her away, then she goes back to hiding again, the burning in her lower back returns, and in turn the voice of her governess returns to her head, in truth, it never disappears, her voice is still present no matter what she does, as if it were going to appear and reprimand her.

“ ── No matter the situation, you have to stay elegant Lady Rena ── “

The voice of her governess is cold and rough, just like the sound of the whips hitting her lower back, the wooden wand that the governess carries everywhere and the one she uses to point things out on the board, has another purpose as well, a very strict disciplinary correction.

Madam Minerva, seems like someone so elegant but she is also just as strict.

Her small trembling hand goes down to the small of her back, noticing the burning in the area, being a perfect young lady from the moment she wakes up, is something of every day for her, I just need a little time for herself, a moment where she can stop being the young lady of the Caeruleun and simply be a girl, run to the garden, hide among the flower bushes or simply climb a tree and rest on one of its branches, she really needs it more than ever.

── Here you are Lady Rena ──

So self-absorbed that she didn't even notice that the head butler found her again.

Rommel extends his arms carefully raising them, he can understand why the young lady is so upset, a girl of only eight years old pressured to do so many things in such a short time, if he could he would give her more time, but education and discipline is as important as she would need especially among noble people.

── Lady Rena, please just go back to your room and let them fix you completely, today is an important day and if Duchess Ceres finds out she will be angry ──

Rena sighs, her mother was going to get angry one way or another, although she is sweet with her she is also certainly very strict when it comes to certain things.

── Come on Rommel, just let me escape for a while, I promise I'll be back for the lunch ──

Rommel sighs and shakes his head somewhat heaviness.

── This time I can't allow it Lady Rena, I'll take her back to her room myself ──

The young woman complains about the head butler's refusal, she starts to get a little upset thinking about everything again, she swears that if she spends so many hours changing her dress and accessories again she would go crazy, she looks from one side to the other looking for a way to escape right now.

Her small eyes shine when she sees the wide open window, at this time they are always open to air out the place, they are on the first floor and if the young woman is not mistaken this window faces the outside patio, just the place she wants to go, she swallows as she escapes from Rommel's arms.

── I'm so sorry Rommel, but I really don't want to go back ──

She says with some sorrow towards Rommel, she knows that she is only doing it for his own good, but for now she just wants to be free, she starts to run with all her strength towards the window, climbing onto the frame of this same one.

And the elegance that Madam Minerva talks so much about went down the drain.

Her eyes looking from one side to the other, seeing the great tree that peeks out from the edge of the first floor, she swallows saliva begging not to crash against the ground and for this to go further.

── I'm really sorry Rommel ──

She apologizes again while flexing her small legs and makes the jump of her life, Overreaction? Maybe, but understand her, she is just a girl that they have been preparing since the first rays of the sun.

── Lady Rena. . .! ──

Rommel's voice is heard in the distance as he jumps towards the tree, colliding with some small branches, but he smiles when his hands grab one of the main branches of the tree, and who would have thought that the flexibility he gained could also be used for this.

Rena blinks several times as she continues to hold on to the branch tightly and begins to try to climb up and sit on the branch, but her plans begin to be ruined by her hands, hands that are slippery from the unnecessary amount of aromatic creams they put on her after the bath.

She lets out a small moan when both of her hands let go of the tree branch.

She closes her eyes tightly and holds her breath, nothing can be worse than this, some bruises and scrapes that she could hide without much trouble for the next gala they want her to attend, the problem would be if her mother finds out, she can't even imagine how angry she would be to see that she is hurt again.

The seconds pass as if they were eternal, and she continues to wait for the pain of the fall but to her surprise it never comes, instead she feels arms holding her small body, she opens her eyes halfway getting used to the sunlight that filters through the leaves of the tree, the first thing she sees are navy blue eyes, she must emphasize, the most beautiful eyes she has ever seen, and seconds later she notices blonde hair.

── . . . Beautiful ──

The girl murmurs without even realizing it.

The young boy calm gaze is mixed with a hint of surprise, and at the same time the corner of his lips rise slightly, he continues to hold her gently without saying anything, she does not know how to react now, and she also assumes that he does not know what to do in this situation either.

It is the longest silence she has ever experienced, but surprisingly it is not uncomfortable at all, maybe somewhat embarrassing, but not uncomfortable, her gaze remains fixed on him without knowing what to do next, she tries to say a word now, but simply goes blank.

The young boy also does not know what to do in this situation, he does not move, still with a firm grip on the young lady who fell from a tree, the seconds pass and neither decides to react, or it was like that until the young man lets out a soft laugh that he could no longer contain in the face of such an implausible situation.

Who would expect a girl to fall from a tree while he was quietly reading a book? An apple is possible, but a girl is very doubtful.

Fun fact, the boy dropped the book on the ground so he could take the girl with both his arms.

His blue eyes narrowed because of laughter, he could not hold it in any longer, he just laughed without realizing it, Rena's cheeks reddened with embarrassment, she finally manages to react to this cliché situation from the romantic novels that her mother loves to read so much, the boy notices how the young woman moves in his arms, he bends down delicately, putting himself in a position in which she can easily recompose herself without too much effort.

Rena's gaze falls back on the young boy, she looks at him from head to toe analyzing the opposite, expensive fabrics, gold embroidery, well-groomed, he has to be someone from a noble family and as if it were a light bulb on, Rena finally manages to remember why they had been preparing her since the morning, today the son of Consul Konor was coming, she doesn't remember what exactly but that's not important now.

She had fallen directly on top of the son of one of the Consuls of Macragge, her already red cheeks continue to become more and more red from embarrassment.

She swallows silently, and begins to beg for the ground to swallow her and spit her out anywhere but here, she looks down at herself, realizing that she is a mess, her dress wrinkled, with tree leaves, and she doesn't even want to think about how her hair is.

The young boy raises his hand towards her, removing a leaf from her hair, she lets out another soft laugh at this.

── It is a curious introduction without a doubt ──

The boy's voice resonates, soft and gentle, without any hint of mockery in his words.

The young girl does not know how to really react to this situation, she cannot help but become more and more nervous and then run back to her home, a place she wanted to flee so much and now wants to return, irony without a doubt.

The boy lets out a soft laugh, it was without a doubt the most unexpected encounter he had, of the various families he had been visiting with Tarasha and Konor, this one had had an interesting start.

He thought that this was going to be another family that would be willing to give everything to commit their daughter to him, forcing her to act in a way that was appropriate to the situation, but the young woman from the Caeruleun family may have caught his attention, even with the leaf that he took from the girl's hair in his hand, he looks at her and cannot help but laugh again.

At first he wanted to avoid meeting the next family on Tarasha's list as much as possible, after the last three he is a little reluctant to continue meeting young ladies, he still remembers the awkward and one-sided conversation one of those young ladies had with him, she talked so much that he couldn't even speak, well, he didn't talk much at all.

But at least this time it might be something different, he laughs softly again.

── Did something happen Roboute? You seem to be happy for some reason ──

Tarasha's voice brings him out of his thoughts.

── Nothing at all, we should go meet the young lady of this family, shouldn't we? ──

Tarasha notices how something is being hidden from her. At first he had asked for peace and the Duke of the Caeruleun family had offered to go to the garden to relax until her daughter was ready, but now he is looking forward to meeting the young lady. Tarasha knows that this sense of motherhood never fails, but on this occasion she prefers to leave it in favor of her child. It is the first time she sees him laugh since she began to take care of him.

He was never a child of many words, nor did he know how to express himself well socially. For the rest of things he was undoubtedly a prodigy. That aura that he gave off was almost divine, I would say, was also curious, but no one says anything for now.

── Okay, do you remember the young lady name? ──

── Lady Rena, of the Caeruleun family ──

── Well then let's go meet the Lady Rena ──

Tarasha watches as Roboute walks a little faster than usual, she smiles softly , it seems that this boy is really curious about the young girl, the woman hides a laugh behind her hand, to prevent her boy from noticing.

This time it may be a little different than the previous ones.

Here I leave how Rena and Roboute met, and also the reason why Roboute jokes so much about their first meeting.

I wanted to upload something nice after the previous drawing, I hope you like it, and I'm very sorry for the spelling mistakes, I swear I will improve little by little

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[raina16]

Yeah it's old but it gave me thoughts.

No it isn't. Because his intent was to steal the ships, not to kinslay. That was presented as a situation that got out of hand, not premeditated. I don't think the burning thing works that way. He threatens but doesn't actually hurt someone who was after all actually doing what Feanor said, trying to usurp him(we know this didn't cause him to get burnt because he had the Silmarils for 5 years after). He gets in a situation that gets out of hand and inadvertently leads to many deaths. He leaves behind a bunch of people who have been complaining about him non stop for two years because they refuse to take responsibility for their choices, with their preferred choice for king in a land that's safer than where he's going to, with the full belief they'll turn back, and who would mostly be free to go back and get probably a slap in the wrist from the Valar at worst and who choose of their own free will to cross the ice they'd already decided was too dangerous (and guess what it was and lots of people died but that's on them not Feanor). And he burns the ships. That's probably actually the worst thing he purposely chooses to do. Frankly I don't think anything Feanor does would meet the requirements of getting burned by his own Silmarils (plus I have doubts as to whether his own creations would hurt him, the Valar can hallow them all they want but THEY didn't create them and they cannot create them or unmake them,only he can).

In fact aside from deciding to to give the order to steal the ships, Feanor I don't believe is mentioned again in regards to it. Hell for all we know he didn't kill anyone personally in that battle, he might have just knocked people out(unlikely obviously but just saying, after giving the order to steal, he's not personally implicated again). Heck iirc Fingon is more personally implicated in the actual slaying of kin than Feanor or his sons at Alqualonde.

As for the Teleri, they refused to give the ships, lend the ships or even teach them to build their own ships. The Teleri wouldn't even ferry them themselves. That's extreme and kind of selfish if you ask me considering all the Noldor and specifically murdered Finwe had done for them. Gift giving is a symbol of friendship yes, but that means there is some reciprocity otherwise it's not friendship, if one side does most of the giving, you're being used, friend. It's not about the houses they built for them or the jewels they gave them in abundance, but those were symbols of friendship and friends do stuff for each other. Feanor expected at least some help getting across the sea in vessels actually made for the purpose of sailing the sea and they cared more about the Valar's opinion than about the murder of the guy largely responsible for most of the Teleri people being there.

None of which means they deserved it but again the plan wasn't "murder the Teleri" it was "steal the ships". Kind of funny everyone telling him it's a-okay for someone to steal from you(and murder your most beloved father), you shouldn't do anything about it, immediately start drowning people when they are the ones being stolen from.

As for the Silmarils Feanor started keeping them hidden mostly because he believed (not without reason) that the Valar wanted them(they did) and that Melkor was after them(he was). Is it really paranoia if it's true?

In his speech he speaks of them as essentially being central to creation of a new Noldor kingdom in Middle Earth. That suggests to me that they would not in fact be hidden away. It seems to me that Feanor sees them as the way to free his people from what he feels is their stolen birthright, a life in Middle Earth, to be kept essentially as what he feels are pets in Valinor.

It sounds like it would basically be like what we know as but Feanor didn't at the time, Doriath but by the Noldor and without being dependent on any Ainur for safety. And if it's Ok for Doriath to exist why would it be wrong for the Noldor to have their own special protected kingdom? Why is it OK for Thingol and later for Finrod and for Turgon but somehow it would be wrong for Feanor to have a kingdom of light for his people? Why was it ok for the Valar to decide only their special friends could have light but somehow it's wrong for Feanor?

Hmmm...You know...it's kind of protestant maybe that's why Catholic Tolkien was against it. One of the early ideas of many protestant branches was having a direct relationship with God - no need for saints or virgins to intercede(or priests to grant you "absolution"). Feanor twice puts forth the idea of a direct relationship to Eru without the intercession or need for the saints/Ainur.

And Varda hallowed the Silmarils, so that thereafter no mortal flesh, nor hands unclean, nor anything of evil will might touch them, but it was scorched and withered… 

-Of The Silmarils And The Unrest of the Noldor

I’ve seen people wonder if the Silmarils would have burned Fëanor had he regained them after Alqualondë. Out of curiosity, what is the line of thinking behind the argument that they wouldn’t? He committed felony murder before he left Aman. Even if he personally didn’t physically get blood on his sword, it was at his behest, in a situation of his making. He may not qualify as evil, but his hands are definitely unclean.

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: Stand By Me (Part 3)

You knew it was coming.

Your mother wasn’t the type to let things go. The silence—the control she was losing over you—was like a lit fuse, and you knew it was only a matter of time before it blew.

Marshall knew it, too.

He never said it outright, but he stayed a little closer, held you a little longer, kept his phone on him more than usual, like he was waiting for the moment she finally snapped.

And when she did?

It was worse than you ever could have imagined.

---

It happened on a Sunday.

You had just started to feel okay again—just started to believe that maybe, just maybe, you could move forward without the weight of your mother’s words dragging you down.

Then your phone rang.

You stared at the screen, dread settling heavy in your gut.

Mom calling.

You almost let it go to voicemail. But something told you that if you didn’t pick up, she wouldn’t stop. That she’d just keep calling, keep finding ways to push herself back into your life.

So you answered.

And from the second you said hello, it was a mistake.

“Oh, so you do still know how to pick up the phone,” she snapped. No greeting. No warmth.

You swallowed. “Mom—”

“No, don’t start,” she cut you off. “I have sat here for weeks wondering what the hell I did to deserve this. You ignoring me? Treating me like I’m some kind of villain?”

Your grip on the phone tightened. “Mom, I’m not—”

“Shut up!” she screamed, her voice cracking through the line.

You flinched.

Marshall, who had been in the kitchen, immediately looked up, his expression hardening.

“I gave you everything!” your mother raged. “And this is how you repay me? By cutting me off? By choosing him over your own family?”

Your heart pounded. “This isn’t about Marshall—”

“Bullshit! He did this to you! He poisoned you against me!”

Marshall was watching now, his entire body tense, his fists clenched. He couldn’t hear her words, but he didn’t need to. He could see the way they were hitting you like knives, the way you were curling in on yourself.

And that was enough.

Before you could stop him, he was next to you, pressing the speaker button.

“If you got somethin’ to say about me,” he said, his voice calm but deadly, “say it to my face.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then—

“You piece of shit,” your mother spat. “You ruined her. You took her from me.”

Marshall scoffed. “Nah, lady. You did that all on your own.”

Her breath hitched. “How dare you—”

“I dare ’cause someone had to tell you the truth,” he cut her off. “You don’t get to treat her like garbage and still expect her to come runnin’ back. You don’t get to guilt her into keepin’ you in her life.”

You swallowed hard, gripping Marshall’s hand like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“You know what your problem is?” Marshall continued. “You thought you could break her down so much that she’d never leave. But guess what? She did. And she ain’t comin’ back.”

The line was so quiet you almost thought she had hung up.

Then, in a low, venomous voice, she hissed, “She will. When you get tired of her. When you finally throw her away like you do with everyone else.”

Marshall’s jaw clenched, his entire body going rigid. You could feel the anger radiating off of him, the way his breathing deepened.

But before he could say anything, you spoke.

“No,” you said softly, but firmly. “He won’t.”

Your mother let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, honey, wake up. He’s Eminem. He’s not built to love anyone. He’s just playing house with you until he gets bored.”

You felt Marshall flinch beside you.

And maybe, once, you would have believed her. Maybe, once, her words would have sent you spiraling, had you questioning everything.

But not anymore.

Not after everything he had done to prove otherwise.

“He loves me,” you said simply. “And he treats me better than you ever have.”

Your mother sucked in a breath, like you had physically struck her.

And for the first time, you felt free.

She could rage, she could insult you, she could twist the knife all she wanted—but she couldn’t control you anymore.

You had made your choice.

And it wasn’t her.

“Don’t call me again,” you said, voice steady. Then, without waiting for a response, you ended the call.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Marshall was still staring at the phone, like he half-expected it to ring again.

You let out a shaky breath, pressing the heels of your hands against your eyes. “Jesus Christ.”

“You okay?” His voice was rough, edged with anger he hadn’t been able to unleash.

You exhaled, dropping your hands. “Yeah.” And then, quieter, “I think I really am.”

He studied you for a long moment, like he was making sure you weren’t just saying that. Then, finally, he sighed and pulled you into his arms, holding you so tight it knocked the breath out of you.

“I got you,” he murmured. “Always.”

And you believed him.

For the first time, you really, truly believed him.

[juxi2218]

FALLING UNDER THE MOONLIGHT

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI X READER. (I'm in love w Yung Kai's blue yalll)

Just wanted to pull this one out cuz it's been on my mind since so looooong!

You're alone, earphones plugged in, eyes closed, your back resting against the sturdy bark of a tree. The world hums around you, distant yet soothing—the whisper of leaves rustling in the night breeze, the gentle lapping of water against the riverbank. In this moment, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

A soft melody plays in your ears, a song that feels like it was meant for nights like these.

I could walk you by, and I'll tell without a thought

You'd be mine, would you mind if I took your han—

A sudden gasp catches in your throat as one earphone is tugged free. Your eyes snap open just in time to see Megumi slipping it into his own ear, his expression unreadable as he settles beside you.

Not a word. Just the quiet comfort of his presence, as if he belonged here all along.

Know you're all that I want in this life~

He closes his eyes, falling into the rhythm, his head tilting slightly as he listens. The sight of him like this—unguarded, immersed in something so simple—makes your breath hitch.

So ethereal.

Him.

The moon above never fails to showcase his beauty, as if it, too, longs to capture him.

I'll imagine we fell in love~

Its pale glow kisses his skin, tracing his sharp features, making him look almost otherworldly. Like something sculpted by the night itself. His face—so cold, yet somehow so warm.

I'll nap under moonlight skies with you~

"You're staring."

The words slip from his lips without effort, eyes still closed. But you feel the way his presence shifts—he knows.

Flustered, you quickly avert your gaze, locking onto the rippling river ahead, as if it could drown out the way your heart is now hammering against your ribs.

I think I'll picture us, you with the waves~

You inhale deeply, but the cold air does nothing to steady you. Is it the chill of the night making your pulse quicken? Or is it him?

Then, a sudden warmth—unexpected yet familiar.

A weight presses against your shoulder.

Megumi's head, resting near the crook of your neck, his hair grazing your skin like a ghost of a touch. He says nothing, simply letting himself lean into you, as if this moment belongs to the both of you alone.

The ocean’s colors on your face I'll leave my heart with your air~

Your breath shudders as you let yourself sink into the feeling, tilting your head slightly until it rests against his. The world around you quiets, the song weaving through the silence like a lullaby written just for this night.

His breathing slows, steady and sure, matching the rhythm of the waves ahead.

So let me fly with you Will you be forever with me?~

His voice barely above a whisper—so soft you almost think you imagined it.

"I will," he murmurs, eyes still closed.

"Always."

[trombonechurchill]

To Be Held, To Be Changed

BuckTommy, 889 words, Rated T

Fill for @bucktommyfluffebruary Day one: Non-sexual intimacy 💖

Buck never really thought about hands being attractive before. Sure, he'd dated women with pretty hands before in the abstract sort of way, long fingers and manicured nails that clearly took effort to maintain. Sharp nails that could leave marks Buck could feel for days after. But Tommy's hands. Thick fingers and rough palms, a strong grip that holds, soothes, presses, just the thought of them on his body sometimes has Buck's toes curling. --- Tommy paints Buck's nails.

Read here or on AO3

Buck thinks he could exist here forever, sprawled on the couch with Tommy, head pillowed against Tommy's chest. Their arms are twined between them and Buck captures Tommy's hand in his, linking their fingers as he sandwiches Tommy's hand between his own.

Being close to Tommy is like a drug, the warm line of him against Buck, wrapped around him. Buck wants to bury himself in the feeling, in Tommy. He's never been the best at staying still when cuddling with partners but he could coil himself around Tommy for hours and just listen to him breathe.

He pets Tommy's knuckles; fingers tracing along Tommy's hand to the tips of his fingers, feeling the pockmarked chunks of scar tissue, the whisper of hair, weathered skin, chapped and then smoothed by Tommy's hand care regimen, and the finally the smooth slide of the polish on Tommy's fingers. It's chipping slightly at the edges and Buck runs his fingertips over the edge just to feel the texture of it.

Buck never really thought about hands being attractive before. Sure, he'd dated women with pretty hands before in the abstract sort of way, long fingers and manicured nails that clearly took effort to maintain. Sharp nails that could leave marks Buck could feel for days after.

But Tommy's hands. Thick fingers and rough palms, a strong grip that holds, soothes, presses, just the thought of them on his body sometimes has Buck's toes curling.

"I like this," He tells Tommy, who's ostensibly watching whatever movie he put on with the volume down low though Buck knows he's mostly dozing in the mid-morning light.

"Me too," he hums, squeezing Buck's hand a little tighter and ducking to press a kiss to Buck's head.

"No, not this," Buck waves a hand to encompass their… Everything, "I mean, yeah, yes I love this too, but I-I meant this," Buck taps the top of Tommy's finger nail and Tommy wiggles his polished fingers in response.

"Nail polish?" Tommy asks, shifting to bring his other hand around, fanning his fingers before taking Buck's free hand, both watching as the dark nails of Tommy's hand slide feather light along the back of Buck's hand.

"Yeah… Yeah it's-" Buck searches for the right word. Something to encompass everything about Tommy, his confidence, the small touches that suggest the absolute surety of what he likes. Who he is. Buck wishes he could know himself half as well as Tommy seems to, though he knows that it was something years won.

"I could do yours if you want," Tommy offers, emphasizing the offer with a little tap to the back of his knuckles.

"Yeah?" Tommy shrugs. "Yeah.. I'd like that."

It doesn't take Tommy long to grab what he needs, organized as he is. He does spend a moment after setting back down, shifting between a few of the polish bottles, finally holding up a dark blue blue for Buck to inspect in askance.

"Matches your eyes," Buck says, voice fond as he takes the bottle, holding it up near Tommy's cheek. Tommy rolls his eyes but Buck can see he's pleased, his hand curling around Bucks to retrieve the bottle with a quick kiss pressed into the meat of Buck's palm.

Tommy's hand is warm on his as he pulls Buck's hand towards him, thumb gently stroking the length on his ring finger before coming back to rest near Buck's knuckles. For awhile, Buck is lulled into quiet, watching the gentle rasp and pull of the emery board as Tommy shapes up his nails with the ease of a task well practice.

"Okay, stay still," Tommy says pointedly, grabbing the nail polish and setting Buck's hand on the top of his thigh, fingers spread. Buck can't resist a quick squeeze, earning a mock stern tilt of Tommy's head, the gentle knock of Tommy's knuckles on the back of his hand in reprimand.

The first pass of the brush is colder than Buck expected and he watches, rapt, at the slow draw of it. But it's Tommy's face that really catches Buck's attention. The slope of his nose in the light, hard planes of his face broken open and softened by the lines around his eyes as his brows furrow in concentration. Buck wants to trace them with his fingers, with his tongue.

Tommy's free hand tightens on Buck's wrist, as if sensing his line of thought.

"Still," he reminds Buck, warm eyes glancing up to pin him in place with another stern tilt of his head. Buck swallows and nods.

Tommy finishes the last nail with a small flourish, quickly setting the bottle safely aside before leaning forward, head bowed as he blows lightly on the drying polish. Buck shudders at the play of breath over his skin, splaying his fingers to resist the urge to run them through Tommy's hair. He doesn't see that going over well.

It takes longer than Buck could have thought for his nails to dry completely, Tommy all but holding him down and sitting on him so Buck doesn't smudge the polish everywhere but it's worth it finally, in the end. Buck admires the flash of dark blue on his thumbnail as he thumbs Tommy's cheek, the color a bright contrast along the lines of Tommy's neck as he leans in to kiss him.

[thechaoticcheese]

Ghoap Oneshot - What Makes Me So Special?

The room was thick and heavy, the smell of sex fresh, but dwindling for the two softly panting men as they laid on a bed that was only meant for one.

Ghost laid on the bottom, it only being logical due to his larger size while Soap laid on top. Soap's hands curled gently against the large pecs of Ghost as the two somewhat silently enjoyed each other's company. Though uneasiness suddenly jerked at Soap's heart.

Why him? What made him so special that not only could he see the side of Ghost that no one saw? Why was he allowed to see Simon?

Soap looked up at the blond who was staring directly at him, usually ever so careful to hide his thoughts behind uncaring eyes, but the emotions the Scot felt seemed to be reflected in the dark browns of Ghost’s eyes.

“What makes me so special?” Soap didn't register the voice at first, it felt so frightened and scared to ask a simple yet heart wrenching question. And despite seeing Ghost’s scarred and chapped lips move, it took Soap a moment to process the question that he himself was asking, just the other way around.

“Well…” Soap started off, thinking about why he found Ghost special to him, he did his best to choose his words carefully, speaking a bit slowly, “Yer humor is funny but dog shite, save my arse more times than I can count-”

“So this is payment for savin’ your life?” Ghost's voice dipped into a sadder range of emotion that hit Soap like a truck.

“No! No!.. No.” The Scot was quick to try to fix the Brit’s way of thinking. “It's… It's the way you save me. You don’ care ‘ow many people get hurt, as long as I’m alive, ya go through bloody hell and back to make sure I'm here an’ alive. You care for me more than anyone ever has.” Soap tried to enunciate each word without his accent, despite his tone going soft and almost counteracting his wishes for his own speech. “Yer an awesome man, always wantin’ to listen to me even when yer about to explode at rookies, going to me for stuff when ye don't go ta odders. You're special to me cause I think I'm special to you too. I just wanna show you I appreciate it and show it back.”

Soap didn't even realize that he was tearing up as he looked at Ghost in his eyes.

“I love you Simon Riley, don' you ever forget that.” He finally finished before he felt a thumb wipe away the warm salty liquid that was leaving his eyes.

Ghost's face had turned from a look that hinted at uncertainty to the softest look that Soap had ever seen from his Lieutenant. That's all that Soap needed to settle his own question.

Why did Ghost find Soap so special? Who cares, he does and he goes to Soap for things, and that's more he could ever hope for. Soap knows that he's a safe place for Ghost, a safe place for Simon. Who bloody cares why?

Soap leaned up and gently placed a kiss on Simon’s lips, closing his eyes.

“I love you too Johnny.” Simon whispered softly back as Soap slightly pulled away after feeling the bigger man kiss him back.

“You're right. You are special to me.” He continued, Sosp was taken aback, not expecting him to say anything else. “You're the light that refused to extinguish despite how distant I made myself. You always had that headstrong attitude that never faltered even when facing dozens of men with nothin’ to your name. You're a fighter, and you fight for what you want. You fought for me too, not just in battles, but in our relationship.” Simon then planted a soft kiss on Johnny's forehead, the shocked expression slightly disappeared as the Scot's lips tugged at a smile.

“Yer a bloody mind reader.” He grumbled before Simon let out a soft, growly chuckle.

“I do my best.”

~~~~~~~~~~

A request from @bone-trash and based on this post(specifically the prompt: What makes me so special?)! If you'd like to request something from that list, or anything at all, feel free to send it to my mail(ask)box! I'll get to it as soon as I can!

[mastermindmiko]

The goblin wars

Pairing: Regulus Black + reader

Summary: Regulus has been in a bad mood all day, and you try to figure out why

word count: 1.2k

warnings: mentions of regulus' bad family? I think that's all, but lmk if you find anything

Hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist

“Spit it out.” I snapped at him. Regulus lifts his head up from his book, and looks at me feigning innocence. He’s been grumbling all day long, and I have no idea why. I give him a glare and say, “You’ve been in a sour mood all day long, did something happen or is history of magic that despicable?” 

“It’s nothing.” He mumbles, and looks back at his textbook. I ignore the unconvincing response, and look back at my own essay for History of magic. I turn to look back at what Regulus’ wrote, hopefully to get a few extra points from his own essay to find out that the parchment paper is empty. It’s furthermore proof that something is wrong. 

“Humph!” Regulus grunts, as he flips through one of the pages, aggressively. I blink a few times at his abnormal reaction, and then decide that I’ve had enough. I slam my own textbook shut, and take the book away from his hands. I say, “Alright, tell me, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothings wrong, it’s just the goblin wars, that’s all.” Regulus negates, and then I give him a stern look. He purses his lips and looks away. I narrow my eyes at him, and stand up, “I’m leaving.” 

“I am not going to spend my day with someone who doesn’t want to talk to me.” I protest. I pull out my bag from the chair beside me and start to put my papers and quills in there. He reaches out to take a hold of my hand and then pulls me down back to my seat. He mourns, “I’m sorry, alright, I’ll tell you.” 

“Y-hm- spending too mu-hmph time wum lupihmph.” He mumbles, and I look at him confused. His face turns a slight shade of pink that he can never hide from me because of how pale his skin is. I tease him, “you’re going to have to use your big boy words for this, Reggie.” 

“You’re spending too much time with Lupin.” He blurts, and out of all the possible reasons for his attitude that one was the least expected. I thought it would be a bad grade, or a letter from his parents, or possibly a fight with Sirius, but I never thought that this would be the reason. I couldn’t even understand what he meant. I inquired, “What do you mean?” 

“I- forget it.” he backs down, and reaches out to grab his book once more. I take his hand in mine before he can take his book, and play with the rings on his fingers to calm him down. I affirm, “If you don’t want to talk it’s fine, but I want to know what’s bothering you. It’s all a part of being in a relationship.” 

I understood that Regulus didn’t come from a family like mine. He had a hard time expressing himself. He couldn’t even tell me that he liked me for the longest time, we were simply just teetering with our feelings for months before I decided that it was time for more. He’s gotten better since the start of our relationship, but there was still a long way to go. All that mattered to me was his comfort, and I wanted him to feel like he could talk to me about anything. 

“It seems as though, whenever you’re not with me or with your brother, you’re with him.” He confesses, and I squeeze his hand, reassuring him to continue, “You’re always with him, during breakfast, at the library, at the Quidditch stands, everywhere-” 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asks, looking at me as if I’m a maniac when my concerned reassuring look turned into a very wide, teasing grin. I chuckle and he pouts at me which makes me chuckle even more. I giggle, “You’re jealous.” 

“I am not jealous.” he corrects, and lets go of my hand and folds it in front of his chest, defensively. I can’t help but continue laughing as his face turns a darker shade of pink wright before my eyes. I laugh, “You’re really jealous.” 

“Jealousy is not a word that I happen to be familiar with.” he defends, and looks away from me. I reach out to grab his cheek and turn his face to look at me. I bit my lip to prevent any laughs from coming out as I say, “Oh come on, don’t be like that. It’s cute.” 

“It can’t be cute because I’m not jealous.” he says, and I let go of his face. My lips are spread thin as I try once more to contain my laughter, and feign a look of seriousness to lift my hands up in surrender and relent, “Alright, fine, you’re not.” 

“But if you were, I’d tell you that there’s nothing to be jealous about, and that Remus is just a friend who happens to like the same books as I do, and doesn’t like to play Quidditch as well so instead watches the matches with me.” I reassure him, and I can see some of the tension ease away from his shoulders. He looks at me and then mumbles, “I like the same books you like too.” 

His cute and shy pout and expression tugs at my heartstrings, and I can’t help but shoot out of my share and wrap my arms around him. It wasn’t often that Regulus was this open. As I breathe in his scent and cuddle myself closer to his chest, I feel just how important he is to me. The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them, “I love you, Regulus.” 

All the stiffness that had left his shoulders came back quick, and even more than before. I feel his hands pause around my waist, and I scrunch my face up in regret. I pull back and sit on my chair. I look down at my shoes, not wanting to look at his probably disgruntled expression. I choke, “Sorry, I don’t know what happened…” 

“It’s okay.” He whispers, and I firmly close my eyes, and I ramble, “I don’t know why I said it like this, I know these things are hard for you, and I made the situation worse. This just isn’t the time or the place and I-” 

“It’s okay.” He repeats, but I can’t bring myself to take it seriously, feeling the weight of my actions get heavier and heavier. I sigh, and place my head in my hands. I feel my eyes start to water, and I feel so completely stupid as I try to push them back. Regulus would feel even worse if he saw me cry. 

“Hey…” he trails off and I blink back the tears that were threatening to escape and tilt my head up to look at him. Unlike what I expected, his eyes weren’t filled with pity and surprise. He gives me a soft smile before saying, “I love you too.” 

“You do?” I gasp, lifting my head up from my hands, looking at him, bewildered. I burst, “I don’t want you just to say it for the sake of saying it back to me, I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, or say anything that you’re not feeling, or-” 

“I wouldn’t say it, if I’m not feeling it, love.” he admits, and I feel my eyes water once more. I waste no time to lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips. He returns the kiss, enthusiastically and then he wraps his arms around me tighter. I felt as though I couldn’t breathe from the sheer amount of emotions I was feeling, or maybe because of how tight Regulus’ grip was, either way, I couldn’t be happier.

a/n: I have lost my ability to name things :( I need sirius help

[henkdeplank]

I should be thanking you for writing all of these paragraphs, they’re super interesting and I’m enjoying this back-n-forth a lot :)

I hadn’t even thought about the fact that both the dragons and teens will need to be careful about changes in behavior. Hmmm… although I think that Fishlegs could be relatively easy to hide, considering (atleast I think) he’s generally more a pacifist/less aggressive person. And I think he would, regardless of having befriended Meatlug or not, be someone who just kinda plays defense. If that makes sense. The Twins are so wierd and crazy no one would really bat an eye I think? The bigger problem would be the dragons reactions, because the difference in their behavior is such a drastic change. I mean, both Meatlug and BarfnBelch are really quite agressive in the first movie. Although BnB kinda played with their food when we got introduced in the ring, so maybe they could convince them its some sort of game..? But meatlug… yea I don’t know how thats gonna work, because she does like a complete 360 in terms of behavior, there is no way they could hide that. Then there is the biggest concern, atleast for Hiccup I think. That Astrid would end up hurting one of the dragons. So I think the teens would have to switch up their games to pacify the dragons BEFORE Astrid could possibly hurt them. But that in turn would draw a shitload of suspicion from Astrid and Gobber. Now I think that in Gobbers case this isn’t necessarily a bad thing, I think it would even help to convince him if he sees the actual results of it. He’s also relatively open minded, though he might hold a slight grudge considering he lost 2 limbs to a dragon. Idk, though, I don’t think he’d be as hard as Astrid to convince atleast. And speaking of Astrid… yea that’s a hard one 😅.

Also considering just how much time Hiccup will have to spend in the forge, I don’t think Gobber will fail to notice. And that’s not even talking straight behavioral changes, because Gobber would probably notice that too, atleast a little. Now I do think Gobber would, and rightfully so, be a little skeptical of his new inventions even if he did find them. But besides that, I think he would more or less leave Hiccup to his own. He’d notice, and he’d be concerned for Hiccup probably, he might want to talk about it, but I don’t think that would be in a bad way.

Urgh honestly I don’t know, it’s hard to say with Gobber. I always see him as a sort of 2nd dad for hiccup, a more communicative and actively caring dad. Hiccups shoulder to lean on when he’s struggling. Idk how you see him though, and its a very fic dependent thing, so its really hard to say how you want to portray him.

For the part of potentially freeing the dragons. Yea there isn’t really any discreet way of doing it so that Gobber or Astrid wouldn’t notice.. So at least Gobber would have to be in the know, and probably Astrid aswell. The idea of going out and coming back to train with them during the night is quite risky… but it might work. Like you said though, might not be very productive… lmao

Now time frame for ALL of this is vage at best, Hiccup has a shitload to do and not a whole lot of time to do it. And considering what is first plan is of training stormfly, make gear and defeat RedDeath. Yea… his plans are gonna be constantly changing. In the movies its already very unclear what the timeframe is for the trip to the nest, but I think that Stoicks trip to Helheims gate should indeed be around 2-3 weeks. Now it doesn’t seem like it in the movies, but considering how they all talk about it, and they’re worried about the ice setting in I don’t think that is unreasonable. But tbf that’s entirely up to you, creative licensing and all that I guess :)

I feel like these ramblings are even less coherent than my last ones, heh whoops.

Thank you again for responding and taking the time to write out some of your thoughts and ideas, I really enjoy this. Honestly this whole concept and story is so intriguing, and everytime you respond with more thoughts and stuff it’s just throwing oil onto the fire.

HTTYD Fan Fic Idea

A Time-Travel Not! Fix-It

Uh, basically (I don’t know the cause but SOMEHOW) post-RTTE but pre-Drago Hiccup wakes up 3-4 years in the past in his 15 year-old body about a week before the day he shot down Toothless.

Cue in panicked attempts to figure out how that even HAPPENED and Hiccup trying to find a way back to his own time, while also knowing the raid that caused him and Toothless to meet and changed his life is fast approaching and “what if I can’t find a way back to my own time, what if I’m stuck here and what if I never see Toothless again if I don’t shoot him down like last time, I don’t want to hurt him, what if something WORSE HAPPENS TO HIM IF I DONT–“

And then he shoots the bola, afraid of the result, regardless of which one it ends up being.

And he misses.

And now he’s stuck without Toothless and trying to figure out how to fight the Red Death without his bud but also without putting anyone else in unnecessary danger, meaning he can’t just go around training dragons because his dad will do what he did last time–

So he tries to be discreet in the beginning.

Eventually he gets caught by someone from the gang for sneaking into the dragon arena after training hours and actually walking OUT of where the DRAGONS are. (I’m like 75% sure I’m gonna go with Snotlout.)

One thing leads to another, Hiccup connects the gang with their dragons. But also they’re left wondering “Okay, but where’s your dragon? How do you know so much and yet you never fly on one of your own?”

Cue in Hiccup missing Toothless and struggling to give them even a vague explanation to the situation and them not really getting it and trying to get his spirits up and pushing him to find a new dragon partner.

I’m not sure what happens next but I want a random chance encounter between Toothless and Hiccup at some point after this. And Hiccup is just standing there, SO happy to see his best friend and missing him SO much because he know Toothless hasn’t the slightest idea who he is.

But then maybe dragon hunters come after Toothless and when Hiccup hears about it he runs to the rescue and jumps in to protect Toothless (maybe even gets a little hurt in the process, don’t we like drama in this house).

Roughly around that time he finally tells the gang that he’s technically from the future? Because “Hiccup, WHY are you so obsessed with that dragon???” I have a little snipped of him and Astrid talking some time after the reveal.

Toothless is very confused by Hiccup’s behaviour but eventually decides to trust him and when Hiccup ends up in danger instead, Toothless moves in to protect him.

And that’s how they manage to find their way to each other!

I have no idea if I want to keep going with this plot in a way that it just settles back into canon to some extent, or if I want to let Hiccup go back to his own time eventually.

I would have to figure out if I wanna make the time travel make sense first or not. XD

But if it DOES end up making sense, I can see it as like young Hiccup and older Hiccup having switched places in time until one of them finds the solution and reverses their places.

Uuuuuh… typing that out made a lot of ideas flood into my brain. Ideas that may require of me to move some plot points around.

Oh yeah, for extra angst, of course I considered the option for older Hiccup to have been post-Drago Hiccup. Because him interacting with Stoick in the past would be… yeah.

But then like, that would imply he knows about his mom and the Sanctuary, and I kinda didn’t want him to because he could just fly there, meet his mom and then the whole fic turns into him trying to help the dragons by trying to get his parents to just MEET.

… which would be an interesting fic that I wouldn’t mind reading either, but my focus here is different. XD

Also, in the case of a switch, I didn’t wanna put young Hiccup through the pain of finding out his dad is dead and he’s chief now.

…

So that was a long rant.

I guess I’m dropping this off here because as many fanfic ideas as I do have, I write them out impossibly slowly. So I just gave snippets of this thing. Not a single even half-way done chapter.

And it would be sad if this never sees the light of day, you know? I need more “Hiccup and Toothless would die for each other” centric fanfics in my life.

[kcrossvine]

"coastal american mutt" as a term for describing the experience of growing up in one of the coastal US states and also being so far removed from any personal ethnic/cultural history that isnt "generic american things" (you're technically italian but your parents are WASPs, for example) is very fun.

unless you grew up in either a major city or a distinct region (lowcountry, the gulf, new england, etc.) its easy to feel as if you "have no culture" when your community doesnt fill that void. when you were brought up on standardized commercial chains. when your culture becomes what brands you consumed. culture feels nebulous and amorphous.

i think thats why you have a lot of white people who do DNA tests looking for something they can anchor themself back to- and why so many people purposefully misunderstand the results. they want something to "reveal the secret connection to their people"' not understanding the cultural and capitalistic forces that steamrolled everyone else. stopping myself there because i dont want to get into a whole 4 hour ramble on atomization.

having a term for that experience is helpful in creating bonds across state barriers and letting people feel less isolated from the experience. it denotes the difference between being inland and being on the coast, which is thankfully something even most people know instinctively. its a cute lead-in as well, because if in conversation people will probably ask what the term means, and then you can choose to specify where you're from or just to say its a catch-all (if you have no fondness for where you grew up, or if you moved around a lot).

because truthfully, you do have a culture. its just recognized as the default in most conversations between people from inside the country. its like how americans will say "oh i have no accent", when the only possible way to not have an accent is to not speak at all.

it can feel like that culture is based only on consumption, which is the nature of the capitalist society we live in, but i urge you when being nostaligc to instead base it off of your experiences. don't let them buy your sense of identity