#he likes butts in a gentle 'i wanna touch' way not in a 'lemme eat yo ass girl' way

[pseudolife-archived2]

🔥 + ass ( roach )

🔥 + a word and I will write a NSFW headcanon for my muse

What the fuck Elliott? You just came right at the man??

Roach is an ass man, you've heard it here first. Well, probably not first, but this is my confirmation to everyone that yes, he likes butts over anything going on in the chest area. His first real girlfriend in high school was into gymnastics and it kind of ignited something in him - he likes butts. And legs, those too.

You might be wondering, Oh Anarchy, what else are you going to ramble about in this post, and you know what, I'm just going to talk a little bit more about Roach and butts because ELLIOTT brought it up.

Really, he doesn't go around checking out everyone's butts, especially on base. He's a respectful guy, a good guy, he's not a horny little gremlin. In fact, Roach's libido is pretty on the eh side since he joined the forces - he hasn't actually been in a relationship, serious or otherwise, basically since he enlisted. But, if it's brought up, he will look, okay. So you bring that upon yourself if you talk about butts and thighs in front of him -

Okay. Unless you're Ghost. This rule doesn't really apply to him because I mean. It's Ghost. He fills out pants. He makes dad jeans look like a thirst trap and he brought this upon himself by walking around looking like that.

No, seriously though, Roach isn't a pervert. He's respectful of other people, especially his teammates. He doesn't look at their bodies sexually, because that's kind of weird. He also really, really has never been attracted to a man before Ghost. But, let's face it, Ghost has kicked his ass so many times in sparring that it's a miracle Roach's notice of his ass has taken this long.

Regarding his attraction to butts, he's just into them. Squeezing them, and what have you. God, he's really vanilla, like embarrassingly so? Lack of experience, only having real experience with a high school girl (that he wanted to marry), he's kind of just. Gentle and a little bland. Anal sex? Never really considered it before. Boo.

[lovingllix]

[3:28 pm]

you’ve been riding horses for as long as you can remember. photos of you on horseback at competitions, on daily rides, and shows line the hallway in your house. since you’ve gotten older, you’ve even started giving lessons to beginners. and that’s how you met jeongin.

-

see, jeongin isn’t the best with horses. puppies? he’s got it. kittens? easy. horses? that’s a whole different story.

a sleek black car pulls into the driveway, coming to a stop just beside the stable.

“is anyone here?” a young boy’s voice echos through the building. “i sure hope not, i really don’t want to do this...” he adds in a whisper just loud enough for himself to hear.

a loud crack makes the boy jump, a yelp spilling from his mouth. you come out from your office area to see what’s going on.

“hi, sorry if he scared you. that’s Aspen. don’t worry about him, he just likes to eat the fences. can i help you?”

the boy nods, slowly turning his head away from the horse.

“a friend of mine saw the sign at the end of the road, um, you do lessons?” he motions towards the stable door, only the sound of tires against the gravel giving any indication of another person.

“dear god, he left me here. i knew he’d do that, oh god i’m sorry i’ll have to call someone...”

you let out a chuckle at the boy’s rambling, “it’s okay, don’t worry. were you here for a lesson?”

he sheepishly nods, “but i’m not very good with horses. they kinda scare me a little...or a lot...” he trails off, obviously embarrassed.

“well, there’s nothing to be afraid of. all of the horses here are very gentle and sweet; i’ll be sure to give you the gentlest one. are you ready to start now? my schedule is clear all day, so whenever you’re ready is fine,” you reassure with a small smile.

he hesitates, but nods. “i guess i’m ready. i’m jeongin, by the way.”

“y/n. nice to meet you.”

-

you introduce jeongin to each horse, easing him into the experience before jumping right in. as you’re walking back to the entrance, he stops at a stall.

“which one is this again? Buddy?”

you step back towards him and nod.

“he’s been here for quite a while. he’s one of my favorites, but shhhh. don’t tell the others.”

he laughs. an intoxicating sound, contagious.

“i think i like him, too.”

-

after getting jeongin’s horse of choice tacked up and ready to go, you help jeongin lead him outside.

“woah woah woah, are those jumps?” jeongin’s face is filled with panic.

“oh, god, okay just hold on a sec, lemme get those out of the way. you won’t be using those today.”

jeongin lets out a sigh of relief.

you get the small jumps out of the way and lead jeongin and buddy into the corral. you grab the stepstool from the fence and position it beside buddy.

“first i’ll just show you how to get on, then i’ll help you do it, okay?”

jeongin nods hesitantly. you smoothly get yourself into the saddle and get back off again, quickly showing jeongin what to do. a soft “wow” leaves his lips as you do so.

attempt one was a bit of a fail. jeongin’s foot slipped from the stirrup as he pushed himself up, but luckily nobody was hurt.

attempt two was also a small fail. this time, jeongin didn’t push up enough and ended up flopping his stomach onto the saddle.

“this isn’t working, y/n.”

you think for a minute, an idea popping into your head at last.

“come over to the fence.” you begin walking, turning around to motion jeongin to follow. he makes his way to the fence, a confused expression on his face.

“sit on the fence.”

he does as you say, holding on tight to the wood.

“now put your left foot in the stirrup, just like before.”

perfect.

“now grab the horn of the saddle and pull your right leg over.”

jeongin gives you a look.

“trust me, i did it too. it works wonders the first few times,” you reassure, placing a hand on his arm for support.

he does exactly as you say perfectly.

“open your eyes, silly, you’re on.” you giggle at jeongin’s face contorted in fear.

“oh my god. i did it. i did it! i got on a horse!” his eyes light up with excitement.

you tell him how to hold the reins, how to steer, how to go faster, and how to stop. he quickly gets the hang of it, ready to begin riding- for real.

“okay, tell him to go whenever you’re ready.”

he squeezes his legs around the horse slightly. buddy doesn’t move.

“tighter, jeongin. he’s not going to break, i promise.”

he repeats his actions again, this time getting the right response. he steers buddy around for a bit before looking at you for reassurance. you nod. jeongin clicks his tongue and squeezes his legs around buddy again, urging him to a trot. jeongin’s eyes widen a bit at the new pace, but he quickly gets used to it.

“okay, stop. stay put right there for a few minutes while i go get aspen ready. is that okay?”

jeongin nods, his mind concentrated on petting buddy and showering him with praises.

you’re back after a few minutes. jeongin is slouching in the saddle a bit, his fingers twisting through buddy’s mane. you swing yourself into aspen’s saddle quickly, not wanting to waste any time.

“why is he drooling like that?”

jeongin’s voice breaks the silence.

“aspen? he just does. i’ve forgotten why. i guess i’ve just gotten used to it. you ready to go?” jeongin’s head snaps up.

“go where?”

“um, for a ride? you’re practically born for this. i thought i’d take you for a little trail ride if that’s okay.” you tilt your head, giving jeongin your best puppy eyes. “it’s been so long since they’ve been on a trail ride, they’d enjoy it so much.”

jeongin says yes. somewhat shocking coming from the boy who was terrified to even touch the horses before.

-

the two of you ride in silence for a while,

jeongin trailing slightly behind you, thinking of what to say.

“um, y/n, how long have you been doing this?” he asks sheepishly, urging buddy a bit faster to be next to you.

“for as long as i can remember. i think i started when i was around five years old? i remember my first time ever riding. i was horrible. i fell off about 6 times before i got the hang of it, but then again, i was really young.” you explain, looking back at the memories you have of your father helping you back up each time you hit the ground. jeongin falls silent. when you check the time on your phone, you’re shocked at how much time has passed. the sun is just beginning to set, telling you that you should turn back.

“look how pretty the sunset is, jeongin! it’s sad that we have to head back now, though. i’ve really enjoyed spending time with you.” a pout forms on your face, causing jeongin’s heart to skip a beat.

“me too...i really don’t wanna go back.”

you fall silent again, turning aspen around, jeongin doing the same.

“hey, y/n?” jeongin speaks up again.

“hm?”

“where do you keep your phone? it’s kind of uncomfortable in my pocket.” he questions, shifting in the saddle.

“i usually keep it in my boot, sometimes tucked in the waist of my jeans. just depends on the day, i guess.”

you hear him shift again.

“oh, wow that’s so much better. i think i have a dent on my butt now.” you both laugh, calming down after a few seconds.

-

when you return, the same nervous expression from before crosses jeongin’s face.

“how do i get off?”

“you just...swing your right leg over the saddle, just like before. then it’s a long drop to the ground. then you take your left foot out of the stirrup,” you explain, silently hoping that was enough information.

“um. can you help me?”

once you’re safely on the ground, you make your way over to jeongin.

“hold on to the horn of the saddle again, then swing your right leg over the saddle. just like before.” you explain again more slowly, resting a hand on jeongin’s back to keep him from falling. his foot hits the ground quite hard, his shirt riding up a bit from sliding across the saddle.

“now take your foot out of the stirrup. perfect!” you have no idea how he’s never done this before. he’s almost a natural; just nervous. you notice jeongin rubbing his stomach, concern filling your face.

“did you scratch your stomach on the saddle?”

he nods.

“okay let’s get the horses back inside and then we’ll check you out.”

you attach the lead ropes to the hook on the ceiling, prepping the horses for a quick rinse. when you’re finished washing the sweat from the horses, you put them back in their respective stalls and lead the way back to your office area.

“ummm, just sit on the desk or something, let me get some stuff first.” you tell jeongin, leaving to get the small first aid kit you keep nearby. it’s probably just a small scratch, but it could turn into something worse. you know from experience.

when you return, jeongin is seated on your desk, kicking his feet back and forth. he seems tired.

“i don’t wanna make anything awkward, but you’re gonna have to lift your shirt a bit.”

jeongin’s head snaps up, your voice bringing him out of a trance. he does what you tell him, revealing three bright pink scratches across his abdomen. curse those saddles.

“the skin isn’t punctured, so there’s really no need for the first aid kit.” he’s not really listening to what you’re saying, only hearing the sound of your voice.

“jeongin! did you die?” an unfamiliar voice fills the stable. jeongin comes out of his trance once more.

“that’s chan. he’s the one that made me do this in the first place. something about ‘conquering fears’ or whatever. but now i’m kinda glad he left me here. i had a really good time and i’m not scared anymore so i guess his plan worked. thanks so much for everything, how much do i owe you?” jeongin reaches for his wallet, but you stop him.

“it’s on the house, don’t worry about it. usually i’d charge but i think you could pay me with a real date? maybe another trail ride?” you offer, a sudden burst of confidence fueling your words.

“i think maybe i’d like that. give me your number so i can text you, though. i wanna keep in touch.”

you exchange numbers quickly, sending each other a text of confirmation.

just as you finish, there’s a knock at the office door.

“am i interrupting something?” the stranger, chan, asks. he gives the two of you a questioning look.

“nope, you should just go wait in the car while i say goodbye to the horses. i’ll be there in a few minutes.” jeongin says through slightly gritted teeth.

“so, saying goodbye to the horses, huh? nothing for me? wow, how rude. i help you get over your fear and this is what i get? i can’t beli-,” jeongin kisses your forehead.

“is that good enough?”

“perfect.”

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for @lucidreameric again ily bub

[hihowareyawrites]

Algebraic Notation - Ch 1

Cross Posted from my AO3

(no pairing), FMAB

Summary: Post-Promised Day, Ed and Al run into a woman in Central who bears a striking resemblance to a face from their past; through her they learn that truly, he was just a human like them.

The clunking sound of Ed's leather boots on the polished floors of Central's main office brought more attention to the two brothers than Al wanted. “Really Ed,” he would say, “can't you dress a little more professionally?”

“Who cares?” Ed scoffed and folded his arms behind his head. “It's not like they can get me in trouble for it, big deal.” Truly his apathy towards the military and its officers hadn't change. The brothers had only just departed General Mustang's office but 5 minutes ago, only here to review information with him regarding the Promised Day. Nearly a year later, and he was still filing reports about it. He was certainly kept busy. “You think they're gonna do anything about all that?” Ed asked Al eventually. “Can't imagine how many of those guys were in line with it...” He was intentionally vague, but Al understood anyway.

“I dunno... there were a lot of people involved, but how many are still alive? I can't believe it's all over though...” The clicking sound of his cane on the ground punctuated their walking, and as they waved to the secretary in their departure Ed noticed the clock in the lobby and suddenly panicked.

“Oh jeeze Al look at the time we're definitely gonna miss our train!” He hurriedly ran to the door and swung it open as Al hobbled after him. Ed watched behind him as Al tried to keep up. “Come on come on!”

He ushered Al and suddenly turned to run out the door as he heard Al's warning of 'Brother look out!', but it was too late and he'd already felt himself collide with someone and topple to the ground. In a short moment Al was upon them and chastising Ed.

“Ed, you need to be more careful- you can't just run all over the place without looking where you're going!”

“Yeah yeah... it's my fault...” Ed rubbed his head idly and jumped to his feet suddenly and extended a hand down to the woman rubbing her wrist. “I'm sorry ma'am, I wasn't paying attention, please lemme help you up.” Her sharp blue eyes met his golden ones and felt a strange sense of nostalgia that he couldn't quite place that was quickly dissipated by her kind, maternal smile. She reached a pale hand up to take his and got back on her feet, her long dark hair fell to her back, with her long forelocks clipped back and out of the way. She wasn't especially tall, but she was rather thin, and while it was fairly obvious she was middle aged she had a sense of feminine beauty that betrayed her years.

“I'm sorry, I was standing in your way. I guess I must have just zoned out a bit...” There was something about her eyes, that both Ed and Al noticed, that made her seem sad, uncertain, perhaps confused. Ed noticed that in their collision she had dropped a handful of papers and quickly bent down to gather them up for her. “Well thank you-” She began.

As Ed gathered up her documents his eyes idly scanned over a few words here and there. 'Apologies', 'sorrow', 'regret', 'death'. He was able to deduce that she must be here to have been informed of the death of a loved one. His golden eyes softened when he considered the pain of losing someone like that, a child or a parent. He noticed among the belongings was a familiar pocket watch- a state alchemist? He wondered if perhaps it was one of the ones lost to Scar until his eyes glanced over the word 'Crimson' and he did a double take. At a closer examination he found the only name he thought he could associate with the word in the the addressing of the letter to a Selma Kimblee and felt his heart skip a beat. He must have been staring longer than he intended to, because after a moment she asked him “Did you know my son?”

Ed stood and handed her the papers, unsure of how to answer. What could he say? 'Yeah, but he tried to kill me a few times, we were on bad terms' or something? He considered for a moment how to skate around it when he decided to settle for a simple “Yes ma'am, we did.” Al gave Ed a confused glance but when it was met with Ed's certain eyes, he settled and waited for more details.

“I see...” Her grip tightened a bit on the papers, but her eyes remained dry, something both Ed and Al were thankful for; they were both terrible with handling women crying. “I'm... sorry, if he caused you any trouble.” Ed considered for a moment the best approach to take and at her down turned eyes, studying the papers clutched in her hands, he clapped her on the shoulder.

“He and us, we weren't always on the best terms, we didn't see eye to eye persay. But in the end, he saved my butt. I might not be here if not for him. So I think we're even.” Ed's warm smile at this seemed to soften her gaze. Al looked questionably from his brother to this woman and cleared his throat a bit.

“Ed, I think we might have missed our train, what do you wanna do?” They definitely missed their train.

“Ahh, shoot, the next one is in a few hours then, isn't it?” Ed scratched the back of his head thoughtfully and the woman (presumably Selma) looked at the boys apologetically.

“I'm sorry- this is my fault, I kept you boys here...”

“Don't worry about it ma'am, we're really not in that much of a rush.”

“Then why were you running out the door....” Al smiled and shook his head at his brother.

“Hey, if you're not too busy, would you like to grab somethin' to eat with us? Not to be presumptuous, but maybe you'd wanna talk a bit more positively about-” Ed hesitated, it would be weird to say 'Kimblee' to someone who shared the name. Sometimes Ed forgot that wasn't his given name. “-Solf.” He finished. The name felt weird on his tongue.

All at once Al understood the situation and Ed had to envy his ability to keep his composure, but he could tell the guilt well up in Al's eyes. Al had spoken to him, after that day. He blamed himself for Kimblee's death. “We shouldn't have left him there” he would say. “We had Dr. Marcoh with us, we could have saved him”... Ed could tell that Al had so much he wished he could say to Selma. So much he wished he could apologize for. All at once Ed returned to the matter at hand at Selma's quick refusal of:

“Oh no, I couldn't- I would feel like I was taking advantage of you boys.”

Ed grinned and pulled out his pocket watch and saw her eyes widen. “Trust me, I get a pretty decent paycheck from this place, it's no trouble at all. I insist, really.” Her eyes softened and a gentle smile touched on her face, and she gave him a kind admission of 'alright'.

With that, they departed Central office.