#ruch rambles

[botlabyrinth]

percy immediately apologizing to luke after he hurts him even though he is literally being betrayed because his fatal flaw is loyalty and he cannot fathom hurting the people he cares about… meanwhile luke turning around and hitting percy back without hesitation… i feel sick

#SICKENING. #no because the set up of the fatal flaws this season has been so good i’m gonna have to make a whole other post on it bc it’s insane #pjotv #pjo tv spoilers #pjo tv #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #luke castellan #ruch rambles #5k

[stevesyourdaddy]

ok just thinking about reunions at the end of vol 2 and the way el hugs lucas so tight when she sees him because she was literally there while he was sobbing and holding a dying max in his arms begging her to stay with him and el experienced that pain and devastation right there with him and she probably knows how fucking sad and even guilty he must be feeling with max being in a coma. that hug was just everything. and it’s the way lucas and el are 2 of the people who love max the most. the way they are the 2 people who consistently showed up in max’s “happy” memories when she was being cursed by vecna. it’s the way lucas was the one who knew what max’s favorite song was. it’s “i don’t want a letter. we’re right here. I’M right here.” it’s the way el didn’t let anyone or anything; not even whole ass military helicopters, get in her way to go save max. its “no. you’re not going.”, the way el wasn’t willing to let max die. its “i just didn’t look hard enough, okay? but i see you now.” it’s “you touch her again, and i kill you again.” i just love these 3 so much.

#literally crying at this #i rly rly hope we get more el x lucas x max in s5 #and el and lucas’s friendship especially has grown so much since s1 #i love them ur honor #stranger things spoilers #lucas sinclair #el hopper #max mayfield #elumax #lumax #elmax #stranger things 4 #stranger things #ruch rambles #stranger things volume 2 #st4

[doodle17]

Could you maybe tell us what future Raz and Lilis relationship is like now?

*vibrating with excitement*

Putting this under a read more because it might be really long hemngh

So I'd decided to study their characters and how they interact a little more (mostly from the second game, but a little bit of the first too) and think about how their relationship would develop as they got older.

I came to the conclusion that I want to portray them as two people who have some level of affection for the other, but don't have time to focus on being sappy "boyfriend and girlfriend" because of work. The "fun" part their relationship ended waaaay back when they were 18-ish and went from Junior Agents to Official Psychonauts. It ain't exactly easy to go on dates and save the world at the same time y'know, and both of them have a lot of personal stuff going on.

Raz is almost always busy. Constantly filling out paperwork, running around in Sasha's lab, doing agent stuff, Circus stuff, the WHOLE shebang. Lili, is still trying to get over her dad's retirement, as the while thing still feels very surreal to her. Not to mention Hollis and her dad trying to push her to become the next Grand Head, much to her dismay. It's not very easy to have a social life with that much going on to be 100% honest.

Theres also taking their very different personalities into account. Lili's "Fuck around and find out" and Raz's sticking to a solid plan type of methods tend to clash quite often, and many newcomers have a hard time telling whether or not they're dating or competing with eachother.

Lili is probably the most complicated woman Raz has ever worked with, and while he finds it endearing he also finds it incredibly exhausting. Sometimes, It feels like she'll do the exact opposite of what he tells her just to get a reaction out of him, out of spite. But it's not like she can help it. She absolutely hates being told what to do, and one of her least favorite things about Raz is when he decides to become "Mr. Boss man" and order everyone around during missions. Despite all of- that- however, they do end up having very successful missions!... Most of the time.

There's also the pressure to keep up professional appearances for their fellow agents and new interns. One thing the both of them can agree on, is that they'll avoid showing any PDA in front of their coworkers. They still cringe thinking about how a little too comfortable they were as kids, and how almost EVERYONE in the Motherlobe knew about it. Luckily, most of those people are retired, quit or fired, and gives the two a better chance to be a little more professional with their relationship in front of the newcomers, because if they have to hear, "You guys are like the next Sasha and Milla!" One more time...

This isn't to say that things are always rough and gloomy for them. They still have a very special connection, and after knowing eachother for half of their lives, it's not like they're going to get rid of the other anytime soon. So might as well make the most of it, eh? She'll never admit it out loud, but there's really no other person Lili would rather be tied up and dangling over a pool of pyrokenetic sharks with than Raz (which has actually happened before btw) There's no way you won't catch them holding hands or sneaking a quick kiss at least once.

Anyways, to sum all of this shishkabable up best I can: They're WAY too close to be considered "just coworkers", but they also have way too much going on to focus on a serious relationship at this time.

Good on you if you managed to read my nonsensical ramblings all the way through! Take a prize from the prize bin you deserve it 👏 👏👏

#I hope this makes sense- #It's like 1am rn and I kind if blacked out while writing this #I was on a roll for a hot minute #Feels kind of nice to have a creative ruch again since art hasn't been doing it for me recently #Anyways allow me to ramble some more in my tags now that I'm conscious again #I hope I managed to get my take on their relationship clear #I don't dislike razlili #I LOVE razlili #It's one of my comfort ships they're so stinkin cute #And as much as I love sappy future Raz and Lili #I want to try and focus on a more realistic and slightly dramatic take #AT LEAST IN MY EYES #I want to explore their business relationship as well as their romantic one #So why not do a mixture of both amiright #The only people who ever see the two of them “together” are the (previous) interns or the Aquatos #Also the old superstar agents like Sasha Milla etc. #But yeah #Idk im tired #doodles rants #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #razputin aquato #lili zanotto #anon babble #Razlili #Psychonauts future

[arrowpunk]

I have decided I need a soldering iron and to get into making stained glass

#ramblings of an arrow #one: is gorgeous artform #two: I literally know a retail location I could sell things at for this #three: FUN #four: hot fire physical product good for my ADHD brain #five: I would bet real money there are ruch nerds out there who would kill for dramatic stained glass work for their dnd shit #I would have to get good at it first but consider it would be so fun #and there is an actual garage I could probably work in here #hmmmmmmm #much to consider

[sugolara]

𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚

ft. Tomura Shigaraki x fem! reader

series m.list || next

The light blue-haired male grumbled as he paced around his room. His hands scanned every shelf in search of a game that he remembered he owned and wished to play it once again. His hands knocked down a few trinkets and magazines which annoyed the male as it landed harshly on his foot.

His red eyes watched as a marbled rolled underneath his bed. Sighing and groaning in annoyance, Shigaraki crouched down and reached his hand underneath the bed. His fingers fidgeted as they searched for the marble but instead touched a box.

He was bewildered at what a box was doing underneath in his bed and so he pulled the box out, forgetting about the marble. Sitting on the floor with his back leaning onto the bed, he wiped the dusty box and his eyes were met with a big black bold X.

His eyes then widened a bit as he remembered what was inside the box. He wiped his hands onto his jeans and opened the brown dusty box.

He didn't grab anything yet, instead his eyes lingered on the objects, taking in all the memories that came along. A feeling of regret and longing ached in his heart.

Had he known what was going to happen next, he would have done something to prevent it.

✧˖*°࿐

Today was hot and Shigaraki knew better to take off his hoodie, but seeing as there is a mall cop after him and the younger teen wanting to mess around and annoy the cop he had decided to not take off his hoodie. He'd do it later.

Surfing through crowds, Shigaraki peered back onto to see that there were now two mall cops after him and they seemed to be faster. He grumbled and ran at a faster pace but unfortunately as he turned back in front he bumped into someone making them both land onto the pavement.

Shigaraki gripped his head letting out a few cursed words as the other unknown figure hissed in pain.

"Get back here you little shit!"

Before Shigaraki could get on his feet, his hoodie was yanked as someone began to pull him into the crowd. Regaining his senses, he and the other unknown figure were pulled behind a clothing store.

The two both puffed out air as they tried to catch their breaths.

"Dude, I totally thought we were going to get caught. I thought you were gonna get me caught!" She chuckled as she dropped a purse.

Shigaraki leaned onto his knees and eyed the girl, "Do I know you?"

"Yeah." The girl nodded with a grin, "We're friends seeing as I helped you before those fake cops busted your ass. You're welcome."

Shigaraki huffed and fixed his hoodie, "As if I'd be friends with you. Who the hell even are you?"

"F/n L/n at your service." She said as she extended her hand to shake the male but when he didn't she pulled it back, "Ah, germaphobe."

"Do I look like a damn germaphobe?" Shigaraki glared at her as she chuckled into her fist. He then continued with a stink eye, "Tomura Shigaraki."

"Cool, cool." F/n eyed his appearance, "Ain't it a bit too hot to be wearing a black hoodie."

"Ain't it a bit too much for you to give a damn." Shigaraki huffed out as he began to walk away. He heard a snicker coming from F/n and the sound of ruching footsteps coming towards him.

"What are you doing tonight?" She said as she stuffed her hands into her pockets, "I ain't doing much and I thought we'd go check out this party on the rich side. Heard a band is coming and lots of booze."

Shigaraki continued to walk, "I don't do parties. In case you haven't noticed."

"Yeah, no shit. You look gloomy and depressed and like you hate the world." F/n smiled when Shigaraki glared at her. She then continued, "Anyways, I don't do parties either, but think of all the shit we could steal! If this dude is having a band coming to play at some half ass party, he's gotta be loaded."

Shigaraki cursed himself for giving the girl attention as she rambled on about a party. Maybe he should've killed her and saved him the trouble from hearing this girl talk. But, yet again, causing chaos with someone doesn't sound too bad.

Fine, he'll indulge into her shenanigans.

"'Kay," Shigaraki let out an annoyed sigh, "Where do you want to meet?"

Grinning, F/n took out her phone, "What's your phone number? I'll text you the address."

Reluctantly, Shigaraki gave his number and in return she gave hers. Once that was settled, F/n looked ahead before peering back to Shigaraki, "Alright, I got to go but I'll text you and please don't ignore me. It's so hard making friends."

The male rolled his eyes and walked away, "Whatever, I'll see you later."

As he walked further, he could tell that F/n was smiling and grinning. The whole way home, he thought what a strange girl she was and would she stick around longer if she knew who he really was. Who knows? Maybe she'll be his first recruit. 

#tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki x you #tomura x y/n #tomura x you

[deputy-buck]

Intro & Masterlist

Buck, M, 21, gay-aro, he/him. Anons are always on, requests always open

Interests:

Fellow Travelers

UFC (FreeStream link)

Generation Kill

The Pacific

Band of Brothers

Justified

Various Discovery Channel shows: Gold Ruch, Parker's Trail, Street Outlaws, No Prep Kings

Frequently Used Tags:

Buck Builds (Full-Assed Creations)

Buck Brawls (Half-Assed Creations + Rambling)

Buck Backtalks (Answering Asks)

Personal (For... Personal things?)

i don't know who's more stupid‚ queue or the hick (Queue Tag)

Ao3: Deputy_Buck

FT

Fetch (Hawk/Tim, Fellow Travelers)

GK

Sold For Temporary Use (Brad/Ray, Gen Kill)

Gracious (Christeson/Stafford, Gen Kill)

Marines on Watch (Christeson/Trombley, Gen Kill)

Sunshine (Pappy/Walt, Gen Kill)

Release Goddamnit (Gabe/Walt, Gen Kill)

Unconventional Methods of Recovery (Brad/Ray, Gen Kill)

BoB

Docile Alpha (Roe/Speirs, BoB)

Justified

Silver Wrapped (Boyd/Raylan, Justified)

MOLLE Pouch of Memories (Boyd/Raylan/Tim, Justified)

Good Coffee and Good Mornings (Tim&Cade OC, Justified)

Buck Builds: Fellow Travelers

Pup!Skip Headcanons

Pup!Skip Moodboard

Pup!Skip/Handler!Hawk SFW Fic

Catholic School Teacher/Student 1948 HawkTim FIc Idea

"You know I can't" Webweave HawkTim

"At last, he's asleep" Webweave HawkTim

Van Gogh Webweave HawkTim

Dreams/Sleep Webweave HawkTim

"You're bulletproof" Edit HawkTim

"Childhood" Webweave Hawk&Lenny

"I will keep it safe" Webweave HawkTim

Last Kiss - Pearl Jam Webweave HawkTim

"His Love, like a brand, is burned into my being" Edit HawkTim

"Treat him like a God and he’ll blind you like religion" Webweave HawkTim

"Drag Queens can read." Screencaps FrankieMarcus

Frankie 1x02 Screencaps + Stormi!

"Give him a mask..." Oscar Wilde Webweave HawkTim

Cannibalism Motif Webweave HawkTim

Devotion Edit HawkTim

Buck Builds: Gen Kill

Pup!Romeo General Overview (Ray Person PuppyPlay)

Sad Brad/Ray HC

Trombley's Authority Kink

Brad/Ray PDA

NSFW "Sunshine" Pappy/Walt Drabble

Various RarePair Snippets/HeadCanons

Gunny Wynn Headcanons

BradTrombley Headcanons/Snippets

BradPoke & PappyRudy First Impressions

Brad & Gunny Headcanon

Buck Builds: BoB

A/B/O Pain!Play BullMartin MoodBoard + Drabble

Shifty/Skinny Hunting Each Other Motif MoodBoard

Buck Builds: The Pacific

Oral Fixation Kink Bill/Jay MoodBoard + Drabble

Pup!Sugar/Handler!Sidney MoodBoard

SId Ships & some Headcanons

Buck Builds: Justified

Tim Gutterson Moodboard, Pup Tango

Boyd Crowder Moodboard, Pup Bravo

Rachel Brooks Moodboard

Raylan Givens Moodboard, two, Pup Romeo

Boyd/Raylan/Tim Playlist (Spotify)

Tim Gutterson Headcanons (sfw), Multilingual Tim Headcanon

Justified Pups headcanon semi-outline

Tim Gutterson x Wrestling-BJJ-Kickboxing-Grappling-UFC Headcanon

“Their Graves” Poem inspired by Tim Gutterson

OTP Ask Game: Boyd/Raylan 1, Boyd/Raylan 2, Boyd/Raylan 3, Raylan/Tim 1, Boyd/Tim 1, Boyd/Raylan/Tim 1

Childhood Ask Game: Tim 1, Tim 2, Cade (oc) 1

Requestable Drabbles: “The Monster Under The Bed” (Boyd /Raylan/Tim)

Cade Gutterson Moodboard

Good Coffee and Good Mornings original post

Buck Brawls: Fellow Travelers

SEPENT THOU ART LOOSE hawk

Hawk's Apartment Floorplan

Tim in lingerie

SubbyTim Yelling

“He was buried wearing your cufflinks.” FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

Tim stammers the “H” in “Hawk” when he comes.

Plant!Dad Tim

Car Sex Dialogue Sample HawkTim

HawkTim Ash Wednesday

Robbed of AgeGap Kink... sad

FT x Brokeback Mountian Bottom!Anger Parallel

Buck Brawls: Gen Kill

Match Maker Ask Game: Five Pairs GK+BoB

Buck Brawls: BoB

Match Maker Ask Game: Five Pairs GK+BoB

#buck builds #buck brawls #intro post #i don't know who's more stupid‚ queue or the hick

[blakesbell]

5 eps left for bellarke to happen moodboard

#also me: no guys its totally happening!!!! #lmao i need to pick a side #like no i rly think that bellarke is gonna happen but also im afraid they wont so yeah❤️ #bellarke #the 100 spoilers #not rly but just in case #the 100 #ruch rambles

[jimmysjabs]

i’m so sad b99 is ending but i’m glad they’re ending on their own terms. it means that this season can just be full of easter eggs and they’ll give us a really good ending. anyways back to being sad

#but also.. only 10 more eps.. might go cry ok bye #ruch rambles #b99 #why tf is this pic so low quality i hate u tumblr

[hooks-and-chains]

Stretching 2 of my cartilage piercins cuz if i go too long without the ache of wrecking my body for aesthetics i get all loopy

#Bodymod #Stretched piercings #Conch #Helix #Cartilage #At a 12g now #Dont rush dont ruch dontrush #Rambling #Lol

[foibles-fables]

Hello hi what an interesting writing game you just posted don’t mind if I do: 4 & 7 & 20 (as few/many as U would like)

DON'T WORRY RUCH i gotcha!! (I think the first two are waiting in the inbox anyway so I'll do your intended ones!)

14. At what point in writing do you come up with a title?

GOD, as soon as possible. There's nothing that stalls me more than not having a title, honestly. Most times, I'm scouring my brain for a potential title immediately after having even the slightest inspiration for a Thing to write.

17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?

Oh, this is a really good question that I've never considered before. Probably, yeah? Most of us have that impostor syndrome, and I tend to publish things when my confidence in them is at an absolutely abysmal level and I'm just tired of looking at them and rearranging words in the paragraphs, haha. ~Just gorgeous gorgeous girl things.~ Honestly, know that any and all positive perception is met with shock and awe and the fact that I'll probably fall just a little bit in love with you forever.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

HMMMM. Wondering what I wanna reference to answer this. OKAY, thought of one. Been very much adoring the fact that I coincidentally made Talanah a Virgo given her way too on-the-nose re: symbolism implied birthdate in make treaty with the moon. It...fits pretty darn well, as far as I'm concerned, especially considering her specific characterization in that particular drivel. And I gueeessss that's also a clue for future scene(s)? It's a little event that runs through everything.

#thanks for asking!!! #fanfic asks #foibles is writing fanfic

[star-killer-md]

Dream A little Dream of Me Pt. 7

Welp. It’s been uh, a long fucking time. My only excuse is college is hard and also I’m lazy. Anyway, here she be. Thank you to everyone who continues to read this cause I need it to exit my brain and it’s incredibly nice to not just like, scream Kylo porn into the void. 

I hope y’all enjoy and feel free to leave me a comment or reblog or dm if you are so inclined. 

AO3 mirror

Part 8

Warnings: Inappropriate use of the Force, Force sex, angst, nsfw, y’all know the drill

Summary: In which answers are found. 

Ship: Kylo Ren x Negotiator!Reader

Word Count: 6.6k

The room smelled too sweet, the kind that lodged under your tongue and ached in your jaw. It made you long for the silence of your seaside room, made you strangely thankful that Kylo Ren often never filled it. But only for a minute. Because thinking of him reminded you of how you’d woken to an empty bed and cold, damp sheets and that you were certainly not thankful for. 

Meanwhile, Lem Alba seemed intrinsically compelled to do exactly the opposite. 

In fact, once he’d guessed you wouldn’t chew his head off every time he opened his mouth, it never closed again. You weren’t entirely sure if this annoyed or pleased you. But when Lem came to your door and invited you to brunch before all campaign staff were carted off back to the Federal District, you agreed. 

If only to avoid being left alone with your thoughts. 

“Not to grandstand,” Lem babbled between sips of his drink, “but I often feel some of my skills are wasted working just as a personal aide.” 

You glanced up from your plate and nodded, “I think most people in this profession tend to believe that. We’re all a bit insatiable.” 

He chuckled, soft voice melding perfectly with the chatter and bustle of the surrounding tables. You couldn’t help but think that Lem fit in well here, as much as he tried to deny it. His edges blended seamlessly with the velvet and silk background. It reminded you of when he’d plucked you right out of the crowd your first night here. 

“You First Order people have a way about you. Something in the way you stand a bit too straight.”

Something in the way you’re always waiting for the ball to drop. 

“Yes well, I’m not gunning for a power grab,” Lem sighed and rolled his eyes. 

He looked very much like a scorned child and you felt a twinge of remorse, “No, I didn’t think you were.” 

“It’s alright,” he ran a hand through his neat hair and stared at you over the rim of his glass, “I just get so bored of it all sometimes.”

“Mm, me too,” you said around a bite of some extravagant concoction that dripped embarrassingly down your chin. 

You thought of blood and saltwater rolling across your skin and quickly wiped it away with a napkin. 

“Really? I wouldn’t have thought that would be an issue for someone in your position.”

You had to try very hard not to scoff out loud, settling for a disbelieving raise of your eyebrows. Piles of paperwork taller than the Commander filled your head, glowering officers and incessant incident reports—your life nothing more than a series of other people's mistakes that somehow became your fault. Grey walls and meetings that never ended. 

Come to think of it, you’d been bored and tired and frustrated your whole life it seemed. Although, not so much anymore. Still just as exhausted and angry, but less like a pacing animal in a cage. The thought sat uncomfortably in your stomach as you wondered when exactly that had changed.  

Of course you already knew the answer. 

You always were attracted to things that kept you on your toes. 

“Should we discuss this speech I’m supposed to be giving?” you asked. 

If Lem noticed your less than subtle change in topic, he didn’t show it for which you were grateful. 

“Certainly,” he gestured for you to continue. 

“Well, I’ve had it outlined for quite awhile since the powers that be were oh-so specific about the subject matter,” you began, watching Lem grimace sympathetically. 

“Yes, I believe I’m meant to collect a draft from you by the end of the week.” 

The joints in your shoulders popped when you slumped forward, hanging your head against the weight of far too stringent deadlines.

“I’m well aware,” you sighed. “Normally I wouldn’t be so neglectful of the timeline, I’m just having a hard time...focusing.” 

The barely concealed mark on the curve of your neck throbbed as you recalled the massive, decadently handsome distraction that consistently occupied your workspace. Really, how were you expected to get any quality content produced with that dark, looming shadow always poisoning your mind with questions and completely inappropriate fantasy. 

Currently, your entire body seemed to constrict at the notion that it was no longer strictly a fantasy. Your muscles corded taught, pulling like a ruched seam and tugging painfully at the sinew. It felt almost as if you were a marionette with invisible strings controlled by equally invisible hands that tingled as they jerked you about. You got the distinct sensation that someone was watching you, but resisted the urge to turn and look. 

Lem—completely oblivious to your inner turmoil—perked up and offered you a blindingly white grin full of ramrod straight teeth. 

“I have an office I’m more than willing to loan out if you’d like to make use of it,” he said. 

You considered the idea, chewing on your lip. Maybe getting lost in speech writing would be good, you thought. Something easy, something formulaic would do wonders for taking your mind off, well, everything. 

“As long as you’re offering,” you flashed him a strained smile and went back to shuffling things around your plate. 

Lem continued to spew an endless stream of comfortingly meaningless ramblings and you bathed in the sound of it, looking up occasionally to offer a hum of acknowledgement. You didn’t really care what he was saying—whether it was opinions for opening lines or who you should thank first or what color to wear that he thought would bring out your eyes—but you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a friendly conversation with...anyone. 

So you let him talk, and nodded every once in a while and basked in the normalcy, the mundaneness of the scene. Until, of course, the peace was shattered when your server returned with a new cocktail for Lem, who promptly spilled it all over the table. 

You watched it unfold like the audience of a holodrama: the waiter, tall with an abundance of black curls and long fingers extending the glass, their hands touching for just an instant, the scarlet blush that tinted Lem’s ears when he glanced at the man’s face and stared transfixed even as the drink spilled off the table and onto his slacks. 

It felt very suddenly as if you were seeing something you shouldn’t be. 

But the moment ended quickly and quietly, fizzling out with a whimper as the waiter with all his curly hair frantically mopped up the mess. His voice was low and pleasant when he apologized and rushed off to get another drink mixed. 

For once, you had the urge to participate in the conversation. 

“Who’s that?” you asked, flicking your eyes up briefly and then back down to the wet mark on the table cloth. 

Lem shrugged and fiddled with the stain on his pants, “Nobody.” 

And for once, it seemed, he had nothing else to say on the matter. 

It was truly a challenge to keep the amused smile from splitting your cheeks as Lem so clearly tried and failed not to make a complete fool of himself every time said server returned to clear plates. And when a beautifully decorated fruit tart found its way to your table—decidedly marked as ‘on the house’—you were graced with an extraordinarily toothy, childish smile from your dining companion. 

Your chest ached with it, the display of reality. 

On your first night here, you’d thought Lem looked too much like all the other First Order officers you were forced to work with. Thought his hair was too perfect, his suit too pressed, words too cherry picked. 

But here you were again, getting drawn in by these stupid, simple instances of existence in relation to others. You craved the feeling of fading into the background as Lem stuttered whenever he tried to thank the boy with his curls and warm smile. 

It was strange too, to see that people truly did flush and brush hands and chew their lips and smile so freely. For whatever reason, you’d been under the distinct impression that was an exclusively fictional pursuit, saved for holofilms or storybooks. 

Did those things exist in you? Were there times when you’d fluttered the way Lem did now, cautiously stealing bites of his tart, trying to preserve the delicate design for as long as possible? Or had they atrophied and fallen to dust from disuse, nothing more than a vestigial organ, unnecessary and forgotten—ready to pump your body full of toxins at a moment's notice should it burst. 

And that only raised more questions. How incomplete had you been this whole time? How long had you been ignorant of your deficiency?  

And did it matter?

But that was not something you could ever answer. So, you sat back and watched and listened and breathed it in. 

Appreciated from afar this show of innocenceweakness.

You jolted in your seat, shoulders bunching together as if a hand had grabbed you from behind. The double voice rang out in your head, echoing up like it was shouted from the bottom of some pit inside you. You knew that voice though—would know it anywhere by now.  

It was him, of course it was. 

You could feel Kylo Ren like a shroud, a dampening of the outside world. When you listened closely, you swore you could hear the sound of crashing waves, the crunch of sand under boot heels. The smell of salt and skin and bloody water filled your nose. Your chest was burning, a prison for some roiling, angry creature that flung itself against the steel bars of your ribs.

His ribs.

His heartbeat, a pounding and ruthless tattoo.

His feet already moving in time to the beat, carrying him farther and farther— 

Is it? you shouted back.

The words tore at your throat even as you sat in silence at the table. But no response came, instead the chatter of the dining room returned and Lem tilted his head in concern, standing and gathering you up by the arms. 

He pulled you down the poshly ornamented halls, chattering still but shooting glances down more often with his brows furrowed. You let him lead you, thin arm looped around yours, back towards your quarters to ‘help you pack,’ he said. And you didn’t bother discouraging him. 

You already knew the room would empty. 

***

The meeting had been dragging on for quite nearly an hour already. You were seated at the far end of a comically long table staring off into oblivion, eyes having glazed over nearly ten minutes in when one of the relations staff started going on about color coordinating suits. 

Although, you were not completely tuned out. It was very hard to be when just a few seats away sat the Representative himself with his grotesque excuse for an advisor positioned at his right hand. Fortunately he hadn’t spared you a glance, but it was a challenge not to keep one eye on him at all times—to not consistently feel your calves twitch, ready to bolt through the nearest exit. 

You understood now what it must be like for all those prisoners sitting in the Finalizer’s belly—backed into the final corner, waiting for Kylo Ren to swoop in like a shadow and leave them flayed open to be tossed out with the rest of those who have outgrown their usefulness. 

You’ve been trying not to think too specifically about...him since you’d returned to the Federal District, your room here just as empty as the one by the sea. His shirt, the one you’d stolen was still packed neatly into your bags. You thought about throwing it away, or tossing it in the corner for him to find. But then you remembered the bits of torn up packaging and lace and that you would not sink to that level. Physical reminders aside, your head had been blessedly—or maybe concerningly—devoid of any voices that were not your own since your, well, ‘fight’ you supposed was the word for it at brunch. 

Then again, all you ever did with him was fight, but this felt different. 

There were plenty of reasons for the Commander to be angry with you, in fact, you didn’t think there could ever be a shortage. However, this seemed just a little too...petulant for your liking. 

You recalled some of Hux’s old rants. Generally, you’d just let him rave like you were just another piece of furniture in his office, stewing in the same hot, bubbling pot of indignation. You could hear him now:

“He’s a child, a sulking, immature youngling completely incapable of a single rational thought.”

And you finally understood what he meant. 

If only you were allowed to use the silent treatment, but that seemed to be a privilege only for those higher up in the food chain. 

Besides, you were far too classy for such elementary tactics. 

You spat the last words and hoped to the stars that wherever the hell Ren had run off to, he heard them. Which one of you was the weak one now?

It was Lem who pulled you from the dark, brooding hole you’d dug yourself as he caught your eye from across the table. The speakers were switching, a half-hearted applause ringing out in the cavernous room and he flashed you a quick roll of his eyes. You bit back a smile at the way he jumped when Gahl turned to rattle off some inane order and Lem scrambled to take a note down. 

Watching it reminded you of how he’d nearly leaped out of his suit when the waiter boy with curly hair brought by your plates. Jane was his name. You’d discovered it while Lem was helping you pack, happily filling the silence with how he was much too smart to be working as a server.

And as you thought, your traitorous mind led you inevitably back to the looming, black specter that haunted your every waking minute. You would be kidding yourself if you thought you could ever have given the Commander the cold shoulder when truly he was all you ever thought about. Even before, even if it was just to remember how much you despised him. 

Past tense now, you noted worriedly. What a terrifying concept. 

But your brain was moving quickly past that, tucking it away in some far, deep corner to only be touched on long nights when you were up far past the shift in day cycles. 

Now it was replaying your brunch, closing up on a still of Jane’s hand on the glass about to tumble, on the lip biting, starry eyed and heart pounding look in his eyes. And then he was changing, the skin of his hand growing lighter, milky and soft with scattered freckles. 

Then it was your hand reaching out. Your hand slipping on the glass and Kylo Ren—sweet smile on his face—staring down at you blushing like a ripe fruit in summer.  

His lovely crooked teeth flashed behind lips like pillows filled with the softest featherdown.  

The tips of his fingers brushed your hand, light and nervous in that not-quite-accidental way that should have made your heart leap into hyper drive. Kylo’s eye flicked down at the floor, downcast coyly and glancing every few seconds to catch you staring at the pink in his cheeks.

You watched the scene as if through water, some stark, salty barrier that coated him in a film of non-reality. You waited for the star shine look of his eyes to pull you in, waited to feel your hands shake and your pulse race and any number of other inane, fluttery things that you had seen Lem stumble through.

But the sight of it, the look on this man's face—because it was most certainly not Kylo Ren looking at you with honey eyes, sparkling shy dips of nectar—it was...

It was not at all what you’d thought. 

It was revolting. 

It was an antithesis come to life.

It made your skin crawl with the unnatural feeling of it all. 

Kylo Ren’s face was not built to look at you this way, did not contain sickeningly gentle smiles, his hands knew no soft brushes of fingertips.

No, they wielded saber blades and crushed bone and spilled blood.

They tangled in your hair and molded mottled fingerprints into your skin 

His lips were carved from marble that could not comprehend such an innocent up turning, unless it was to mock his opponent.

They sucked permanent brands of ownership into your skin, and made them throb when you thought of him. 

And that was all you would ever want him to do. 

As much as he roused the caged and angry beast that resided in your bones, as much as he lied and withheld and left you to wake alone—

You couldn’t bear this bastardized, cheap imitation that stared at you sweetly.

That was not your Commander. 

That was not your Kylo Ren.

And you would not have him any other way.

That thought sat heavy with you and called to life something in the depths of your being. A fire, red and electric sparked to life. You recalled the vision he’d shown you. Recalled his words echoing:

“All I see is a whore who has no idea what she’s getting herself into.” 

You felt yourself slip into the memory of his hands burying themselves in your flesh. The image of yourself—ruined, marked, and so clearly his—was crashing to the surface of your thoughts like whitecapped waves on a stormy sea. The ache in your neck returned, as though his hands were wrenching your head back to make you watch as he split you in half with his cock. You saw it in incredible detail, the veins of his length sinking into you to the hilt in one long roll of his hips. It stung and made your nerves sing with the pain of taking him. 

It was delicious. 

It fed you the pit inside you like meat thrown to a starving beast. 

This was how he was meant to be taken: painful in his beauty, lovely in his destruction. 

His skin was so warm when he pressed your back to his chest and growled in your ear: 

“So desperate for your Commander’s cock, aren’t you?” 

And yes, of course you were, of course you always were because really had you ever felt complete or whole without him filling you to the brim? But it wasn’t just his cock you needed buried in you. No, you craved him in a way that transcended your physical being. 

Separate. That’s what he told you, that there was something more to you than just your body that could exist outside of yourself, could slip into his head and find him even when you were dreaming. 

And you were desperate for the feeling of his thoughts. For his mind, for whatever it was that let you hear him whispering all the things he could never say aloud. 

His voice in your head was the only thing that soothed the churning in your guts, it was like salve on a burn, cooling like the mint of his breath. The steady beat of his blood the only thing that truly set you at ease. 

Yes, that was your Kylo Ren. 

Possessive and withholding, saying everything in brief glances and the twitch of of jaw. Complex and often painful and perfect. 

You wanted him that way.

And you needed to hear him. 

You couldn’t stand the silence any longer.

Kylo? 

The single word echoed across whatever void your mind was inhabiting, crosses bounds to seek out something on the other end. 

You waited and wanted and— 

And then you were not so alone in your head anymore.

But the meeting room was coming back into focus and everyone was staring directly at you. The large holoprojector in the table’s center showed the first, familiar graphics of your portion of the presentation. From across the table, Lem was staring at you, brows furrowed and questioning. 

“Right,” you said, making your way to the front of the room.

You felt as though you were back in the academy, bland and boring faces all staring up at your false smile. You tried not to focus on them too hard. “As the delegate from the First Order, I’ll naturally be making the announcement of endorsement. This will be submitted to Mr. Alba for review by the end of the week along with the Order’s formal statement of apology.” 

You nodded and the projection moved on, showing the next set of animations, “Now, as I said, these will be submitted at the end of this week, so if there’s any—”

There was a hand sliding up your thigh. It was distinct and massive and coated in leather, the feeling of it so incredibly acute under your clothing you almost choked in shock. But when you slapped a hand down, there was nothing but empty air. 

The crowd for the most part seemed not to have noticed your pause, too caught up in whispered conversations to the side or staring blankly at the tabletop, so you cleared your throat, “If there’s anything you’d like to be included that should be given to me by tomorrow evening at the latest.” 

Your heart was pounding in your chest, the pulse of it clear all the way to your fingertips. Taking a shaky breath you continued to go over the list of other asinine requests, falling easily into a familiar rhythm. Presentations like this were half your job back on the Finalizer. It was home turf, and you were able to flick on autopilot long enough too— 

What was that? you asked incredulously into the void of your mind

Silence echoed, and you glanced briefly around the room, though thankfully you’d looked down at your notes when the hand returned. This time much, much higher. The unmistakable feeling of leather catching on the edge of your panties made your jaw drop. 

You called. 

Kylo’s voice reverberated through your skull, his tone was blank but you could feel the strange mixture of amusement and annoyance that was not yours. It was irritating on a level you’d thought impossible. 

Well I’m a bit busy if you hadn’t noticed, you snapped, grinding your teeth when his disembodied scoff graced your ears. 

You’d think it might be one of the most alluring things you’d ever heard if the stares of so many faceless campaign staffers weren’t pinning you down at the same time.  

Hmm, he hummed, unconcerned or unbothered by whatever was going on outside of the little world that consisted of just the two of you. 

His hand—because that’s what it had to be, his hand, somehow—curled under the hem of your panties, ripping the elastic to the side where it dug painfully into your skin. 

Stop, you hissed it, spat the word at him and tried to will away the fingers that pulled the meat of your thighs apart. 

But they only spread your legs further, a rush of cold air hitting your cunt and tensing your stomach as his fingers drew up up up— 

You’ll just have to keep quiet, won’t you?

And, of course, since you’ve never been all that good about following orders, the second he plunged two, impossibly thick fingers deep into your pussy, your voice caught in your throat. The garbled half cough half moan half wounded animal cry made every head in the room turn to face you.

Even Atreus, whose dead, white blue eyes locked in on your face and never blinked.

You froze, struggling to recall your place as Kylo worked his unseen fingers father into you, coaxing a wave of slick heat to drip from your core. Your hands bunched into fists, nails digging crescent moon holes into the skin of your palm in an effort not to gasp when he hit that lovely spot inside and made your knees threaten to give out. 

Don’t stop, now. Unless you’d like them to know what a little whore you are, Kylo growled from somewhere deep inside you. 

You caught your breath, plastering a smile on your face and taking a sip from the glass of water being offered to you. 

“My apologies, where was I?”

Shuffling through your notes, you picked up where you’d left off with proper terms to use when addressing members of the Order. You tried not to move, focusing squarely on the projection and schooling your expression—at least you hoped you were. Atreus’ stare never left you now. Like he could smell the lie on your face. Or the way your pussy gushed with ever renewed thrusting of Kylo’s leather fingers, the ridges creating a sinful drag against your walls. 

Well if I’m a whore then what are you? 

From whatever corner of your mind he was lurking in, Kylo chuckled softly. 

Much worse, he mused. 

You bit back a scream when his thumb found your clit, rubbing swift circles with the smooth material. 

But in your head, your voice rang free, and you let out the string of curses you’d been holding back, voice cracking into a whine when he added a third finger. And just as he spread you open, scissored your entrance and glided against your walls, something else opened too, gaped wide and you spilled into it.  

You could see him, but it was a different him, from a different time, walking the halls of the Finalizer. His boots ran out against the durasteel until they came to an abrupt halt and silence filled the corridor. There was a slight tremor in his hand, a minuscule shaking as he gripped his thigh and fell back against the wall, breath coming heavy through his mask. 

It was practiced, the movement of his hand that fumbled with the layers of his robes until his cock sprang free, hard and leaking and with a lovely red flush to the head. Your mouth watered at the sight of his hand stroking long and fast along the shaft, thumb teasing his tip and collecting the little beads of precum that glistened there. 

This is what you do to me, he said. I hear all of it. Every thought you have. I hear how badly you want my cock pounding into you and my hand on your throat and— 

He groaned in your head, the same way you knew he must have in whatever memory you were viewing. Distantly, you could just barely feel the movement of his hand as he jerked himself, hips bucking up into his fist. 

You were not faring much better. The words kept tumbling out of your mouth, sometimes trailing off on a particularly hard thrust of his fingers. Your head spun with this new confirmation. He’d heard all of it. Every frustrated thought, every time you’d goaded him in meetings and hallways and when you’d lie awake— or not so awake—and think about how much you maybe, probably, almost certainly didn't hate him. Not that you hadn’t known, that he could hear you. Not that you hadn’t suspected that it had always been him, not some imaginary replication. That was very clear, but now. Now you had the truth. Now you knew for certain. 

Kylo Ren had always been more than just a dream. 

For so long he had watched you crumbling from afar and said nothing.

And who knew how long he intended to keep you in the dark. 

If there wasn’t a target on your back right now, would you have ever found out?

Kylo, you gasped the words in your head as his thumb sped up in its rhythm on your clit and his fingers stroked your walls, what is this?

You needed to know. You deserved to know. 

And you could feel the words. They were there, right on the tip of his lovely pink tongue, about to find their way past the crooked edges of his teeth, lips loose in the pleasure of you. But the burst of white that clouded your vision and finally made your knees buckle drowned out any truth he may have spared you. Your combined releases flowed thick like heavy metal through your veins as you felt the pulse of him slowly fading from your mind, slipping from your grasp. 

Your hand shot out to grab the table edge, holding yourself upright as everything in your mind went blessedly, horribly quiet and the room grew much louder. Time was unclear to you. The projections showed you’d managed to get through over half of your presentation, but you called none of it. 

Lem was standing up now, walking briskly over to you with a hand on your back and another under your elbow. The fingers in your cunt had disappeared, leaving you feeling empty and cold as your slick stuck to the inside of your thighs. 

“Ah, I believe our financing presentation is up next,” Lem called out, motioning quickly for the team to take over and leading you back to your seat. 

When you were safely sat back in the chair, you felt his stiffly gelled hair brush your cheek. It smelled overpoweringly of apricots and vanilla. Too sweet. 

“Are you alright?” he whispered. 

The concern in his voice was evident, but you were lost in the past few minutes and too frustrated by the silence in your head to appreciate it. 

“Fine,” you mumbled back and turned your head back to the blank table. 

You didn’t look at him as he rushed back to his place by Gahl, who’s gaze never shifted your way. Unlike his advisor. Even now the slip of a man in his dark suit and red tie stared at you down his nose like it was the barrel of his blaster. 

Like he was taking aim. 

You swallowed and tried to go back to that space where time did not exist and your head was not so empty, but it didn’t not come. 

Instead, you sat and listened and hoped you wouldn’t leave a damp spot on the cushions when you left. 

***

There were a lot of rules in negotiations. 

The First Order made sure its best and brightest had them all carved onto the backs of their hands before they ever set foot in the situation room. When you closed your eyes, you could see the words flashing in your mind. You knew them better than you knew yourself. But maybe that wasn’t really saying much. You’d been discovering quite a lot of personal details recently you weren’t previously aware of. 

Though, that was besides the point now. 

Now all you could think of was that the number one rule to a successful negotiation, was to always know more than your opponent. 

Knowledge was your strength, knowledge was your red crackling lightsaber, knowledge was your fist closed, throat crushing Force. 

That was how you came out on top, by constantly keeping the upper hand—by always having an ace in your metaphorical back pocket. 

But right now, you were losing.

And the frustration of it was going to consume you. 

Because you didn't know what or how or why Kylo Ren was in your head. In fact, you weren’t even sure if it was your head he was in. It felt much deeper than that now. And no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t keep him out. Whatever you’d done, whatever you’d let in that night on the sand with the sea standing witness, you would never be able to take it back. 

Kylo Ren was a liar. That you knew, because you were a liar too. 

Knowledge was your power, but lies were your currency. They were what you traded at the table, they were what slipped the easiest from your tongue and made sure you walked away from a deal with more than you’d come in with. 

And Kylo Ren was not in the business of negotiations, so there was nothing you could ever offer that would pry his jaw open and spill all his secrets. Nothing that could persuade him to tell you what exactly had taken root in your chest when you’d accepted him, took him inside and wanted to keep him there. 

But you needed to know. 

The desire to understand consumed you and every thought in your head. The same head that found itself clunking against a new desk in a new office with the same unending dissatisfaction. 

Lem had left you a few hours ago, setting you up in his workspace with a glass of water and a concerned smile. You knew you were being unnecessarily rude to him, and had you been less shaken, you might have felt some guilt over it. 

Now you were staring up at your datapad, document resolutely blank, and unable to think of anything other than the way Kylo’s skin reflected the light off the ocean or how his hair curled into little ringlets when it was soaked through and dripping onto your face and— 

You groaned, knocking your forehead into the desktop and squeezing your eyes shut against the barrage of images and the strange, uncomfortable ache they incited. You rested your head on your arms and tried to block out the light of the office, let yourself drift and tried to recall...well what you weren’t sure. 

The Force always seemed so far away, so fantastical that you weren’t ever truly convinced it was real. Not until you’d seen it first hand, watched the bodies of countless ‘troopers dragged from the hallways with not a mark on them. It simply wasn’t something anyone talked about, not at the Academy, and certainly not when you started working under Hux. 

It was...energy, you knew that much. And it was in everything, everyone you supposed, though stronger some than others. You knew it could be used for more than just making objects float around, although for what other purposes you weren’t entirely certain. It certainly wasn’t something you’d ever been able to use. 

But you thought it must have a hand in this, whatever it was that let you see, hear, taste, feel the Commander even when he was so far from you. Somewhere deep in the dusty corners of your mind, you knew that this would always be the case from now on. That even with light years in between, he’d only ever be a hair's breadth away—a whisper of his name or a beat of your heart. 

It was hard to swallow that notion. Hard to comprehend that you would never be alone in your skin. Never would you feel so lacking. What a cruelty, you thought, that it had taken so long. That you had been born into this world incomplete. Your Commander would call that a weakness, but really wasn’t he just as unfinished as you. There was still some gap in him waiting to be filled.

So, then, why couldn’t you find him like he could find you?

You didn’t have the gifts he did, you couldn’t make doors fly from their hinges or break bone with just a twitch of your fingers. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe it always would be. 

Voices from the hall broke you from your stupor. Two of them, the first old and grating, the second slick like oil that left a bad taste in your mouth—the representative and his advisor. You’d recognize them anywhere now. 

“...well I’d say that a drink is in order,” Gahl was saying, trailing off as they walked further from Lem’s office. 

“Sir, we shouldn’t be leaving—”

Atreus spoke that time, the sound of it trickling like cold water down your spine. Thankfully, the representative spoke over him. 

“Lem is here, he’ll take care of things.”  

A hand slapped the closed door currently keeping you hidden as they passed. You stayed still at the desk until the footsteps had completely petered out, listening to the expensive click of their hard soles die away into silence. Until now it had not occurred to you how close they were. How close the blade was to striking. You let out a breath and looked around. Everything seemed a bit more foggy than usual. Then, from across the room, you heard it—a soft creaking. And when you looked up, the door to Lem’s office was slowly falling open on its hinges. 

Like it was pulled by some invisible hand. 

And you felt the same tugging, the same formless compulsion, the same ghosting over your flesh. 

Across the hall, another door was drifting open by degrees, revealing a meticulously kept office with a shiny gold name plate:

Atreus.

Slowly, you let yourself be pulled—a puppet on strings—walking noiselessly across the corridor. In the doorway you paused, staring at the intricate black lettering. You wanted answers, and something told you this is where you’d find them. 

Into the belly of the beast. 

You took a careful step over the threshold, the air honey-thick and clinging to your skin. The office was spotless, not a paper out of place as you circled around the massive desk and ran your hands up the array of drawers. Each one was furnished with an ornate golden handle that glimmered in light from the hall. 

To your right, a drawer slid open just an inch or two. You watched, eyes wide, as it shuttered of its own accord out of place. And your hand similarly seemed to have a mind of its own, reaching out to grasp the handle and reveal it’s contents. 

Inside, nestled atop of a stack of folders was a small, black notebook. At first glance, it seemed innocuous. Not many people used pen and paper these days. But then the space around it started to shimmer, locking your gaze until the world outside it turned hazy. Shaking, your hand reached out fingertips brushing the leather bound cover. You bit your lip, teeth worrying the flesh as you sat on the floor and pulled the book into your lap. The ragged edges of each page caught on your nails when you flipped them open. 

Written in small, messy scrawl, was page upon page of notes. Words ran off the lines, and continued through the margins, most too minuscule or smudged to be legible. Multiple times, the Commander’s name was scratched in between sentences, angry obsessive markings that made your eyes sting. But you kept skimming, letting your hand be guided along. 

Until suddenly the pages stopped turning. 

And you stared down in horror. 

In the awful, disgusting script, was your name circled, underlined and bolded at the top of the paper. Thin, curving, inked arrows drew lines across the other mismatched text and you slapped a hand over your mouth to stifle the grating, garbled sound that threatened to escape your chest. 

There, the words stood out clear as day among the mess of lines.  

Bond. 

Your brain hadn’t even begun to register the implications of this, but you knew. 

This was the answer you’d been searching for. 

And you had no time to process it, because footsteps from the hall were approaching, quick and hard soled. Your eyes went wide and you scrambled to close the drawer and shove the book into your jacket pocket. Knees tearing on the carpet, you tucked yourself into the space under the desk and held your breath. 

Silence rang out in the tiny room. 

From outside, you heard the footsteps grow louder, closer, and finally come to a halt right in the doorway. 

Taglist lovelies: @couldntfuckingtellya @contesa-lui-alucard @thewilddingleberries @isaxhorror @cowboy-kylo @findyourdarkness @kit-jpg @shesakillerkween @obsessionprofessional

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x female reader #kylo ren smut #kylo ren imagine #star wars #reader insert #kylo ren #dr. b writes

[botlabyrinth]

HELLO HOW did i never pick up on the fact that annabeth gives percy her camp necklace for good luck in the lightning thief. and in the battle of the labyrinth when she kisses him, percy considers it a good luck kiss. and then OBVIOUSLY, in the last olympian: “don’t i get a kiss for luck? it’s kind of a tradition, right?” HOW DID I NEVER REALIZE

#maybe watching the show has helped me think of parallels more #i love realizing things about my little brainrot otp that i’ve had since age 10 #ruch rambles #pjo #percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo tv show #percy jackon and the olympians

[stevesyourdaddy]

i’m probably gonna get bored of stranger things pretty soon and this blog will die but trust that i’ll be comin right back when s5 content starts rolling out

#the hyperfixation will always return #i just need new content i lose interest without it lmao #stranger things #ruch rambles

[filthyfundie]

I love Alyssa's purple suit. I have been looking for something similar for a long time now! But yes, on Alyssa, something feels (off?). It has a very female politician pant suit vibe, in my opinion (like I could see Hillary Clinton wearing something similar). It's a fantastic suit, but on Alyssa for a date night it is just such an odd style juxtaposition. (also I'm not on instagram, did she she say where it was from? lol)

Juxtaposition is a great word. I’m happy that a few of us are on the same page about this suit. I kind of rambled in my tags about my feelings but at the risk of sounding totally elitist, it’s almost too trendy for her. Also, while still being elitist with a little bit of just an ass for no reason, I feel like a power suit like that is A Statement and it’s not a statement Alyssa can make, y’know? But I’m not speaking aesthetically. Visually I’m impressed, emotionally I’m not having it.

And she posted it on stories and it doesn’t appear she tagged any labels. I’m on the hunt to find it, the jacket is super unique with the ruching and buttons and shoulders. Will update if I have any luck or if she posts about it!

#awb

[flippyspoon]

Steve watching Billy workout 👀 it gets hot and heavy doesn’t it

My first thought is that Steve gets turned on watching Billy work out and also gets turned on listening to Billy talk about anything he knows a lot about- like Billy’s recovering and reading a ton to pass the time so Steve is just casually on Billy’s couch (in Hop’s trailer) and bored and Billy goes into his work out and Steve already thinking “mmm yeah baby you lift that barbell” just enjoying the scenery and then Billy starts talking about reading some Carl Sagan and Steve is all “what’s this now” and starts asking questions.

Like Billy pumping iron while Steve casually starts palming his crotch like, “Babe...tell me about supernovas again?”

Billy’s rambling about cosmology in between reps but he’s all excited and it’s like twenty minutes before he glances over and sees Steve sprawled on the couch, shirt all ruched up, finally giving in and unzipping his jeans, shoving his hand down his pants. He almost drops his barbell.

Steve’s like, “NO no! Keep going! I think I’m close!”

Billy straddling Steve on the couch like, “Are you kidding? Like I’m gonna keep lifting while you’re yanking it?” And kisses Steve all sloppy tongued while taking Steve’s dick in his hand.

#harringrove

[1-800-sunset]

Dabihawks/Toukei Pride and Prejudice Au

Keigo Takami lived in an orphanage all his life in Netherfield Park. The orphanage doubled as a farm that raised livestock and crops. The orphanage itself was run by Inko Midoriya. Even after his 18th birthday Keigo decided to continue to stay there and work for Inko to help keep the orphanage afloat. He was not the only one who stayed behind to help, his best friend Rumi who also grew up in the orphanage worked right beside him. The kids that stayed were tight knit and like a small ragtag family. Izuku, Inko’s son, spent all of his childhood alongside the other orphans around his age like Fumikage, Eijiro, and Uruaka, at this point they were all 18. Rumi and Keigo were more like the young kids’ older siblings, them being 24. Inko loved them all just like they herself but often wished they would start to venture and explore what's out there. 

One day there is talk throughout Netherfield that some of Lord Enji Todoroki’s children and Tenko Shimura were going to attend the ball that was going to take place. A ball that the entire neighborhood was invited. The rumors were that Tenko was looking to buy property in Netherfield and decided to bring along some of Enji’s kids. Keigo and Rumi alongside Inko, Izuku and the rest of their little family attended the ball. Keigo, Izuku, and Rumi loved to dance and did so without second thoughts until they realized how most of the room had stopped to stare at three newcomers that stood out. They definitely looked higher class by the looks of their clothing. So they just had to be Shimura and the Todorokis. Rumi leaned over to Keigo to explain to him that the one with the light blue hair and red eyes was Tenko. The other two were the Todorokis. Touya was the older one with the quizzical brow flaming red hair and blue eyes. The younger Todoroki was named Shoto and had split hair between the red hair matching his brother and snowy white, eyes heterochromatic one gray and one blue.  Scar surrounding the blue eye. Keigo could not help but notice the way Izuku looked at Shoto, he looked dare he say entranced. He could not help to comment to Rumi that Touya looked so bored and such a stick in the mud to which Rumi laughed and agreed with him. Ururaka somehow dragged Izuku and motioned Rumi and Keigo to join her to introduce themselves to the newcomers. Shoto looked excited to be around other people and was overall polite while Tenko and Touya seemed to stick to their own business. This rubbed Keigo the wrong way. They seemed like two overly proud and aloof people. 

Shoto certainly takes a liking to Izuku and they dance twice but when they aren’t dancing they seem to talk and simply connect. Keigo from afar noticed their connection. Next to him stood tall aloof Touya. So he decided to ask him if he liked dancing as a way to see if he was willing to dance instead of sticking to the sidelines. Touya responded by saying he doesn’t dance if he could help it. Keigo tears away from him to meet up once again with Rumi. The two hide away to talk then hear Shoto and Touya walking by. Shoto speaks of his newly found adoration for Izuku and even calls him handsome. Touya agrees that Izuku is in fact handsome but Shoto also states that Keigo is as well. Touya only responds that Keigo is not handsome enough to tempt him. Rumi and Keigo scoff at his attitude but look on the bright side that if Touya did like him he would have to speak to him. Keigo says he wouldn't dance with him for all of Derbyshire let alone the half that Todorokis own. Inko, Izuku and Keigo all speak with Shoto about how much he seems to like it here with Touya by his side. Inko notices the way the two look at each other and begins to say how Izuku is single and how once a girl named Himiko wrote him poetry upon poetry. Keigo sees how bringing up Himiko was bringing Izuku’s mood down so he states that poetry is really not the way to win someone over.

“I thought that poetry was the food of love.” Touya asked an eyebrow raised at the notion that Keigo did not seem to think poetry was romantic.

“ Well poetry is beautiful yes but it could be vague and not really prove how deep  one’s love really is. So one poor sonnet will kill those feelings stone dead.” 

“So what do you recommend to encourage affection?” 

“Dancing. Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable.” Keigo says his lips turning into a smile before bowing and turning his back on the group to go to the dance floor.

That night Izuku rambled so much about Shoto, Keigo reassures him that it seems mutual. Keigo says how he always thinks the best of people. Izuku states how he can’t believe what Touya said about Keigo. Keigo says it’s fine and he doubts they will ever speak again.

Over breakfast Izuku gets a letter from Tenko that he would like to invite Izuku to eat with them. Izuku accepts the invitation and takes the horse seeing how far their place is from Tenko’s. Not long after Izuku leaves it starts to rain, making Izuku stay the night with the Todorokis and Tenko. Izuku however catches a cold and has to have an extended stay. Keigo gets news of this and goes to the place the Todorokis and Tenko are staying by foot. 

Tenko and Touya are having tea when Keigo arrives. Touya stands up immediately to greet Keigo while Tenko asks if he walked here seeing how his boots and trousers were all muddy. Keigo says he did and was here to see Izuku. Touya tells him Izuku is upstairs. Even after Keigo leaves the room to see Izuku, Touya is still standing there having noticed that Keigo’s eyes were in fact golden like honey. Only being able to say that he has “fine eyes”. Shoto joins Keigo and Izuku for a while as the two speak. Keigo thanks Shoto for letting Izuku stay while he gathers his strength again. Shoto says that it has been his pleasure to look after Izuku.

Once Izuku falls back to sleep, Keigo and Shoto join Touya and Tenko in the parlor. Tenko notes how it’s been awhile since he has talked to Natsou and Fuyumi as Keigo reads in peace. Until Tenko states how accomplished both Fuyumi and Natsou are in their hobbies. Touya says that he can only think of a few people who truly earn that title.  For a person to earn the title in Touya’s book that had to have an extensive knowledge of dancing, music, languages, and literature. Literature to help improve his own mind. Keigo shuts his books and says he has never met such a person, believing him to be too perfect. Touya argues back that if he is so harsh on all people,  Keigo replies that a person like that existed they would be quite a force of nature. Tenko and Keigo tease Touya for being too serious and Keigo wants to laugh but Tenko tells him Touya hates to be laughed at. Touya says once someone loses his good graces they are lost forever. Keigo finds that pretty reasonable. Rumi with a carriage eventually comes to pick up Izuku and Keigo. It is her that gives Shoto the idea to throw a ball. Although Touya is quick to say if there would be people of all classes. To which Shoto states that no one should be excluded and everyone who wishes to come shall be allowed. Keigo scowls at Touya, swearing to loathe him.

 Keigo was last to board the carriage but required a little help up. Touya offered his hand to act as a rail. Leaving Keigo a bit confused as to why Touya would offer such help.

That evening Inko receives news that Tenya Iida, a childhood friend of Izuku, was visiting. The reason for his visit was to see how they were all doing. As well as seek a potential partner. He worked with Lord Enji Todoroki and the Lord felt it was time for Tenya to settle down before getting more responsibility. Upon reuniting with Izuku and the others, Tenya has a crush on Ochako since childhood and decided to pursue her.

The day of the ball Keigo wears a white loose shirt with  delicate ruching, white trousers and matching boots. Rumi decorated his blonde hair with small pearls claiming they pulled the look together. Touya looked for Keigo. Keigo beforehand Rumi vowed to never dance with Touya. Tenya spent the evening trying to woo Ochako and slightly succeeding.

Touya eventually corners Keigo with Rumi and asks Keigo to dance. Keigo wants to refuse but finds himself saying yes. As the two dance Keigo brings up the comment he made about the mix of classes. Obvious disdain in his voice. Touya doesn’t deny it but asks why he brings it up. Keigo states to try and make out his character. They two wordlessly continue the dancing focusing only on each other. After the song is over Keigo runs off by himself trying to figure out why he would say yes to such an arrogant man in the first place. 

Izuku gets shy and nervous around Shoto and can’t bring himself to be bold enough to stay around Shoto for too long. Or else he would become a red muttering mess. Shoto didn’t seem to mind was was still enamored by the green haired boy with matching eyes. Touya sees this and assumes that Izuku does not seem to like his brother as much as Shoto does. His mind says Izuku is probably only fooling around with Shoto to get higher up on the social ladder. And his brother is too blind to even notice.

The next week passes and Tenya and Ochako get engaged making Inko incredibly happy for the both of them. Izuku however gets a letter from Shoto that he, Touya and Tenko were moving back to London and as well their respective estates. Izuku was heartbroken and devastated. Keigo was determined to not let Izuku be this upset and told him to go after Shoto. So Keigo helped Izuku pack a suitcase. Keigo would be damned if these two who obviously cared for each other. Something in his gut told him Touya probably had something to do with it. 

Since Izuku is gone Ochako invites Keigo to come to her new home on the Todoroki estate in Rosings Park with Tenya. Ochako is happy to be married and has a great deal of affection for her new husband which makes Keigo incredibly proud and happy for her. Although the estate belongs to the Todoroki family Keigo doubted that Touya would be there since it was heard that he was in London. Upon Keigo’s Arrival Enji Todoroki arrived at his estate and invited them for dinner. Lord Enji introduces himself and Keigo introduces himself and lurking in the background is Touya. Which surprises Keigo.

“Touya? What are you doing here?”

“ Keigo, I am a guest here.”

To Tenya and Ochako this was a normal exchange but Enji could not wrap his head around how those two know each other. From what he was told Keigo was of a lower class and an orphan with no family lineage no less. Touya was glad to see Keigo once again but remained aloof. Alongside him was a white haired man with gray eyes.

“You know my son?”

“Yes sir, I have had the pleasure of meeting your son in Hertfordshire.”

The man with white stepped up and bowed before the three to introduce himself as Natsou Todoroki. Enji’s third oldest and Touya’s brother. Keigo noted the distinct hatred in Touya’s blue eyes towards his father. 

Keigo finds himself sitting next to Touya at the dinner table because Enji forbids Ochako and Tenya from sitting next to each other claiming it would be distracting. Touya asks him if his family was in good health to which Keigo responded that they were doing well.

“Do you play the pianoforte, Mr. Takami?” Enji asked, drawing away Keigo’s attention from Touya. Touya scowled and glared at his father.

“A little sir and very poorly.”

Enji continues to ask more questions that get more intrusive and belittling until Touya slams down a fist on the table telling Enji to stop. Keigo does not hold his tongue and snaps back answers. He does but notes how Touya was so quick to defend. After dinner Enji asks Keigo to play for them. Keigo insists that it’s not false modesty; he truly doesn’t play the piano well. But Keigo despite knowing full well that Lord Enji is doing it to put him in his place as someone lesser. He plays the best he can. In the background Enji asks Touya how Fuyumi is doing and how her piano is playing . And Touya responds with a simple fine. 

“I hope she practices. No excellence can be acquired without constant practice.” Was all Enji gruff out.

Touya walks towards the piano determined to speak with Keigo properly. 

“You nearly frightened me Touya by coming here to hear me, but I would be scared even if your sister does play well.”

“I am well enough acquainted with you, Keigo, to know that I can’t really scare you even if I wanted to.”

“So what was my brother like in Hertfordshire?” A new voice joined in. It was Natsou. Keigo stopped playing to focus on him.

“You really care to know? Prepare yourself for something dreadful. The first time I saw him at the ball he danced with nobody at all and stayed along the sidelines with a cold stare.”

“I knew no one besides my own party”

“Oh and no one could be introduced in a ballroom?”

Enji called for Natsou to join him back, leaving Touya and Keigo alone once again. Before started to play again Touya  interrupted the silence between them.

“I do not have the talent of easily conversing with people I have never met before “

“Perhaps you should take your Father’s advice and practice.”

Touya leaves Keigo but continues to stare at him.

The next day Touya barges in the Iida house while Keigo is writing a letter to Izuku. Keigo is confused as to why and stands to greet him and offer him a seat. He tells him that Tenya and Ochako had gone to do business in the village. Touya blurts out how charming the house is and understands why Tenya liked it so much. The two simply look at each other before Keigo offers Touya some tea to which he declines. When hearing the door click open alerting the both of them that Ochako and Tenya were back, Touya bid farewell to Keigo and briskly left his cheeks slightly rosy. Ochako upon seeing this asks Keigo what on earth has he done to poor Touya. Keigo hasn't a clue on what just happened.

The next day in the garden while reading Keigo finds Natsou and starts conversation with him. He asks him how long Natsou is staying in Kent and he says as long as Touya is. Keigo remarks how it seems how everyone seems to be at Touya’s disposal and worries for whoever he marries. Natsou says whoever he does marry would be lucky and explains that his brother is a very loyal companion. Further telling how he heard Touya saved their little brother Shoto from an imprudent marriage. The reasons being that the one that had Shoto’s affections was his lack of interest. It started to rain and Keigo ran from the garden heading towards a safe place to be protected from the rain. When Keigo thought he was alone he turned to find Touya had followed him.

“Keigo I have struggled in vain and could no longer bear it.These past months have been a torment. I have come to Rosings with the single objective of seeing you. I had to see you. I have fought against my father’s better judgment and his expectations , your inferior class and no lineage, my birthright all of these things. And I am willing to put them aside to ask you to end my suffering.”

“I don’t understand”

“I love you, most ardently.”

The blush on Touya’s face grew. Keigo was in disbelief at this man. How dare he throw all that out the window for him but not for Izuku. Anger is what Keigo felt.

“Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.”

“Sir. I appreciate the struggle you have been through and I am most sorry to have caused you pain, it wasn’t my intention.”

“Is this your reply?”

“Yes, sir”

“Are you laughing at me?”

“No”

“Are you rejecting me?”

“I am sure you will overcome and disregard your feelings.”

“Can I ask why you so easily say no like this. Am I that repulsive?”

“And I want to know why you insult me and still tell me you like me even though you said it was against your better judgment!”

“No believe me -“

“If I was uncivil that was some excuse but I have other reasons that you know I have!”

“What reasons”

“Do you think I could accept the man who has ruined Izuku’s happiness.Do you deny it, Touya? That you separated a young couple who loved each other”

“I do not deny it”

“How could you do it”

“Because I believed Mr. Midoriya is indifferent to Shoto. I watched them and realized his attachment was deeper than Mr. Midoriya’s”

“That’s because he’s shy!”

“ Shoto is modest and was persuaded that Mr. Midoriya didn’t feel strongly for him.”

“Because you suggested it.”

“I did it for his own good.”

“My brother hardly shows his true feelings to me! I suppose it had something to do with his fortune.”

“ Too many a person has tried to harm Shoto, I have to be cautious for his well being and the way Mr. Midoriya was acting. I had to be suspicious of his actions. Forgive me. I excluded you and your friend from this.”

“And what about your insults? The ones clearly directed at the less fortunate may I remind you that I am a part of. I have no fortune, no parents, no lineage yet you do not hold your tongue. You are so quick to disregard these things for me but for 

Izuku you do not. At least he has more than what I have yet you deny them their happiness.”

“You think I rejoice in your circumstances. I would overlook them but your pride is not something I could.”

“My pride!? And those are the words of a gentleman! From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for others' feelings made me realize you are the last man in the world I would ever marry!”

“Forgive me, sir for taking up so much of your time.” With that Touya left Keigo alone.

Keigo later made it back to Tenya’s house, mind simply else were. Every sentence he read in his books would never stick and opted to stare out the window. At night fall Touya left a letter for Keigo. 

Keigo read the letter inside Touya and told the tale of the many people who have tried to use Touya and his siblings to get money and or fame. His sister Fuyumi had a suitor last summer that proclaimed passionate love for her and tried to convince her to elope with her but when he found out in no way would he be able to touch her inheritance, he disappeared. Leaving Fuyumi heartbroken. He also told of their harsh childhood with Lord Enji. They tell the story of how Shoto got his scar from a boiling cup of tea spilled by his poor mother. Who had been forced to marry Enji and bear his heirs. A woman who was so far gone to hurt her own child who was 5 at the time. She was locked up in an entire wing of the Rosings estate. The tales of abuse left Keigo with a sour taste in his mouth. But Touya continued to apologize for his insults he said with little disregard.

Izuku and Keigo arrive at the orphanage on the same day. Izuku tells him how it’s fine that he didn’t find Shoto but London was such a nice place to visit. Keigo doesn’t tell Izuku about how it was Touya who suggested Shoto leaving. Only for Eijiro to come in to say he was invited to go to Brighton by the Bakugo family that lived across town. It was no secret that Eijiro held only son Katsuki’s affections. Izuku’s uncles Shouta and Hizashi asked Keigo and Rumi if they would like to go with them to Derbyshire. At first Keigo turns down the offer but due to Rumi’s badgering gives in. As they pass through Derbyshire, Hizashi insists on visiting Pemberley, one of the many estates belonging to the Todorokis’ . Keigo doesn’t want to go worrying that he might run into Touya once again. As fate so loves for the two to cross paths so often. Rumi assures him that she heard that Touya was in fact absent and that she heard he was in London once again. The estate itself was very beautiful. Keigo’s golden eyes mirrored some of the decorations in the mansion. Murals in full detail above them painted on the ceiling. The housemaid that was giving them the tour led them through a room filled with lovely marble statues. Keigo found himself in front of a bust of Touya. The likeness is almost uncanny. High cheekbones, slightly hooded eyes, and head full of unruly hair. Shouta asks him if the bust is true to Touya’s appearance. The housemaid asks Keigo if he knows Touya and responds with a little. Rumi hides a chuckle as he glares at her cheeks a flame. Soon enough they separate to explore different parts of the estate. Keigo finds himself in a study with an extensive library. A faint playing of piano can be heard in the room next door. The door is slightly ajar and he peeked through. He saw a lovely woman around his age with white hair and red parts woven in. Glasses framing her gray eyes. She played beautifully before stopping suddenly and shouting “Touya”. Touya had entered the room and his sister had wrapped her arms around him. Touya’s eyes met Keigo’s, in surprise Keigo ran out towards a balcony and down the stairs. He was still completely unprepared to face Touya after their last meeting. Touya followed him out, Keigo’s back leaned against the railing eyes not meeting Touya’s. 

“Keigo!”

“I thought you were still in London.”

“No, no I’m not.”

“We would not have come here if-“

“I came back a day early-“

 

The two spoke in tandem before cutting each other off. Silence liners as Touya stares at Keigo. Words stuck in his throat, it is Keigo that begins once again.

“I am in Derbyshire with Izuku’s uncles and Rumi”

“And are you having a pleasant trip?”

“Very Pleasant. Tomorrow we got to Matlock.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Are you staying at Lambton?”

“Yes. At the Rose and Crown… I am so sorry to intrude. They said that the house was open to visitors. I had no idea.”

“May I see you back to the village?”

“No. I’m very fond of walking.”

“Yes, I know” Touya said a healthy blush on his cheeks recalling when Keigo had walked all the way just to see Izuku.

“Goodbye, Touya” Keigo said, bowing ready to leave and walked down the rest of the stairs all the way to the village.

By the time Keigo made it back it was already nightfall. As he walked into the eating area of the place Keigo, Rumi, Shouta, and Hizashi were saying a familiar head of red hair caught him by surprise. He quickly hid behind a curtained closet to peak out. Touya was talking to Shouta before leaving. When Keigo was sure Touya was gone he came out of his hiding spot to rejoin with his group. Hizashi told Keigo that they had just met Touya Todoroki, and that he had asked them to dine with him tomorrow. Rumi made the ever humorous comment that Touya wanted him to meet his sister.

The next day in the room where Keigo saw Fuyumi and Touya is we’re they found said siblings. Fuyumi played away as Touya watched. When the door opened, the pianoforte stopped playing and saw the young woman get up from her stool to greet them calling out Keigo’s name. When coming face to face Keigo and Fuyumi bowed to each other. Touya, not far behind them, introduced her. With a smirk she said that Touya had told her so much about Keigo, enough that it feels as if they are already acquainted. Rumi in the background is very focused on Fuyumi, taking in her loveliness. Keigo made a mental note to tease Rumi about that later. Keigo stated that the piano was very beautiful and that once Touya had to suffer through his playing for an entire evening. Fuyumi was shocked because Touya said he played so well.

“Then he has perjured himself most profoundly.”

“No, I said ‘played quite well’”.

“Oh quite well is not very well. I’m satisfied.”

Fuyumi looked at her brother and Keigo with a knowing look in her eyes. There was definitely a fondness between them that still went unspoken. Then she shifted her focus to Keigo’s companion. She was definitely what Fuyumi would call attractive. Touya then asked Shouta and Hizashi if they liked to test wine to which Shouta even with his monotone voice said a very enthusiastic yes. Fuyumi asked Keigo to play a duet with her to which Keigo said his playing was not nearly as good as hers and Fuyumi said she didn’t care about that. She just wanted to play a song. Keigo sheepishly accepted.

That night upon returning to the place they were staying Keigo received a letter from Izuku. That letter informed him that Eijiro in his trip to Brighton with the Bakugo family got hurt pretty bad and in his fragile state also got a cold. They all at once leave Rumi and Keigo go home to wait for Shouta and Hizashi to bring back Eijiro. Everyone at the orphanage was on edge and worried for Eijiro. They knew Katsuki would rather die than let anything else happen to Eijiro but the concern was still there. Three weeks pass by and Eijiro comes back safely with Katsuki glued by his side. They both looked much happier than they were before the trip. At the dinner table Eijiro spoke excitedly about Brighton and his adventures there. Then when talking of how he was being treated by doctors while he was injured and sick Eijiro let it slip that it was Touya who brought in some of the best doctors to help him get better. It was Keigo who picked up on that slip up and questioned Eijiro on Touya’s involvement. Eijiro cursed at himself before in a whisper explained to Keigo that Touya wanted his help to be kept secret. Later that same dinner Katsuki announced his and Eijiro’s engagement. Eijiro leaves the house that night ready to start his life with Katsuki. Keigo could have not been happier than to see someone he has known for their entire life grow up and find a place of their own.

One day while Izuku, Inko, and Keigo were out in the village there was news of Shoto coming back to Netherfield. Inko treated it with a little indifference but was still taking that information. Izuku tries to assure them that he is okay. Touyahad brought Shoto to Netherfield with the sole purpose of having Shoto go through with his plans of getting Izuku’s hand in marriage. This initially surprised Shoto because it was Touya who told him it was best to give up on Izuku even if he felt he never truly did. Everyone in the household scrambled into places trying not to cause a panic. Although Shoto and Touya were introduced in the room there was still an air of awkwardness, Izuku and Shoto looking into each other's eyes while Touya and Keigo sneaked glances at each other. Shoto in slight nervousness stepped out with Touya behind him. Outside Shoto rehearsed his proposal over and over again with Touya watching over him. When he deemed himself worthy enough Shoto walked back inside and requested a private audience with Izuku alone. Shoto apologized to Izuku for the way he acted towards him. As well as he professed his love and asked for his hand in marriage. Izuku with waterfalls streaming down his freckled face accepted. Inko, Rumi, Keigo, and Fumikage listened through the door listening in on the proposal before dramatically opening it to congratulate the newly engaged couple.

Keigo was happy for them he truly was but there was still a sting of sadness seeing Izuku being engaged. It didn’t help that Touya left earlier, it was almost like he could feel the ghost of blue eyes looking at him. That night there was a loud knocking on the door of the orphanage. Inko, Rumi and Keigo ran down stairs to see what the commotion was about. Inko upon opening the door was taken aback, for it was Lord Enji that walked furiously. It was almost as Keigo could imagine fire rolling off his body. Enji made it clear he needed to speak with Keigo alone at a matter of urgency. There were rumors that were being spread that Keigo had the intention to be united with his son Touya. Enji said he knew this to be a scandalous falsehood but by not wanting to further agitate Touya by supposing it possible, Enji immediately stepped out to make his sentiments known. Keigo brought up if Enji believed it impossible he wondered why the Lord would trouble himself from coming so far. Enji wanted those words to be contradicted in his presence. Enji accused Keigo of starting the rumors that Keigo hasn’t had the slightest idea where they came from. Enji asks if Touya had offered him his marriage. To which Keigo replies if Enji thought it was impossible  then how could he think that. Keigo tells him that he is not engaged to Touya and when Enji tells him to promise to never enter such an engagement, Keigo refuses. For Lord Enji Todoroki has insulted him in every possible way and can now have nothing further to say. He asked Enji to leave immediately before showing the Lord out.

Keigo couldn’t sleep. The birds began to chirp their sweet morning songs. Keigo decided to take a very early morning walk. The sky was still slightly dark and the fields had a layer of mist covering them. Keigo wrapped his tan coat closer to him. He looked off in the distance only to be met with an ever familiar figure. Touya had been walking towards him through the mist. Long black coat trailing behind him. Finally the two were face to face once again.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Nor I. My father…”

“Yes. He was here.”

“How could I ever make amends for such a behavior?”

“ After what you have done for Eijiro, and I suspect for Izuku also, it is I who should be making amends.”

“You must know. Surely you must know it was all for you. You were too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my father last night and it has taught me to hope as I scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If however your feelings have changed, I would have to tell you you have bewitched me body and soul and I love… I love… I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

Keigo allowed himself to walk closer to Touya before grabbing on too his hands before bringing them up to softly kiss them.

“Well then… Your hands are cold.”

The sun in it’s morning glow made both red and golden hair shine as the two leaned in to a slow kiss. When they parted they rested their forehead together merely looking at each other with.

Keigo brought Touya home to allow him to tell Inko and Rumi he was to be married to Touya.The both of them thought Keigo hated him. They believed Touya proud and unpleasant but it really was the opposite. Keigo explained to them what Touya had done for them and how he was wrong. Keigo didn’t hate him  and misjudged but rather he loved him. They were both wrong about so many things.The two of them are so similar and they were both so stubborn. Through Inko and Rumi’s tears they said he really did love him. Through hugs and tears Keigo parted from them. 

Keigo watched swans swim peacefully in the lake in front of the Pemberley Estate that Touya had whisked him off to. Underneath the gentle glow of the lanterns in the night. Touya sat by his side. 

“How are you this evening, my dear?”

“Very well— Only I wish you would not call me ‘my dear’ “

“Why?”

“Cause it’s what Inko always calls us when she is cross about something.”

“What endearments am I allowed?”

“ Well let me think “Keigo” for everyday.  “My dove” for Sundays and “Angel Divine,” but only on special occasions.”

“And what should I call you when I am cross? Mr. Todoroki?”

“ No. No. You may only call me Mr. Todoroki when you are completely and perfectly and incandescently happy.”

“And how are this evening Mr. Todoroki?”

With a String of Mr. Todoroki leaving Touya’s mouth each time planting a kiss on Keigo’s face before landing his final kiss on Keigo’s mouth.

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