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[sushiwriterhere]

foggy

summary: "Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were lightly fogged, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them."  rating: explicit (18+ mdni) pairing: bob floyd x f!reader word count: ~2.9k warnings: idiots pining, car sex (lol), hangman being hangman, no use of y/n.  notes: Inspired by me thinking about Bob's glasses getting all fogged up. y'all i wish i could apologize for this but all i can think abt is this man and how someone once said they wanna chew on him like a polly pocket.. anyways please let me know what you think ! no beta we die like men tagging: @sebsxphia @theharddeck - tagging ppl either by request or whom i feel like luv bob soooo pls let me know if you'd like to be added/removed

You were usually far more behaved than this, really. You paid attention in your classes, did your work, showed up on time to your job–kept it all together. But there was something about him, about Bob, that just made that tiny part of you want to be reckless. And he had no idea. 

There he was, along with the rest of the group like every Friday, sitting and watching them play pool. They’d hoot and holler, order drink after drink, and he’d sit and laugh along with his peanuts and his Shirley Temples or lemonades. And it made you want to jump his bones.

It was a smidge ironic that as a bartender his non-alcoholic drink choices were part of what got you going, but what could you say? A man of multitudes and contradictions was appealing, and Bob was just that. Best weapons system operator around, shy as all hell, and damn smart. He always tipped generously, never put his phone on the bar, and had interrupted more than one creep on a mission to try and ruin your Friday night (flirting is for tips, not for keeps!). 

But any time you tried to move it past your brief interactions, he always slipped away. You figured it wasn’t necessarily on purpose— he seemed to be friendly otherwise, just probably not interested. So you resigned yourself to the occasional small chat when making drinks or he came in while the Hard Deck was a bit less noisy—and ever so often, finishing while imagining just what it would feel like to have his body pressed up against yours. 

And this Friday began like every other. You came in right as lunch ended, and busied yourself with prepping more limes than you ever wanted to see again in your life. There were glasses to be stacked, napkins and straws to be refilled, and liquors to be restocked. Patrons would start trickling in around 5 or 6, with the majority starting to filter in around 8, clearly coming from dinner or work. By 9, the Hard Deck would be packed to the brim with fighter pilots and other people from the nearby base. 

Your favorite fighter pilots would make it in at 8:45 pm every Friday, like clockwork. They’d take over the pool table with a direct eyeline to the bar, and stay till the early hours of the morning, sometimes till closing. Rooster usually bought the first round if the weather was nice, Hangman would when the weather was shit. More than once you’d tried to discern a pattern beyond that, but they seemed to have some sort of system. 

Bob would always buy his own drinks. 

He’d make his way to the bar, smiling gently at you and waiting patiently while you fielded other customers. Then he’d place his drink order and ask for a refill on his cup of peanuts, and stand there humming something to himself while you poured him a drink. Tips came in cash, straight into your palms and always paired with a soft smile that made your knees weak and your pulse hammer.

Tonight was no different. He ordered his lemonade and handed you cash with a warm smile before returning to what appeared to be an increasingly hostile and heated game of pool. Sitting on the sidelines, he seemed to just be content observing the madness. 

When Hangman approached the bar during a momentary lull, you expected it to be for another round. Except he leaned over the counter conspiratorially, and crooked a finger at you to beckon you closer. 

“I have a secret to tell you, only it’s not really a secret.” He had a coy smile on his face like he was about to tell you he’d taken a cookie from the cookie jar. 

You really wanted to roll your eyes at him, but you had to admit sometimes Hangman was entertaining and you figured your shift would at least be somewhat more lively with his antics. So you just shifted closer to him while maintaining an eye on the bar in case someone needed anything. 

“Do tell.”

He pointed a finger back towards the game of pool just as Rooster sunk a shot and Phoenix high-fived him, “You see Bob over there?”

You narrowed your eyes. You definitely didn’t like where this was going. While Hangman was all huge ego on the outside, you knew he wasn’t really like that on the inside, so it made you suspicious that he was deciding to pick on Bob. Usually it was all in good fun, but you had a soft spot for Bob and you really didn’t want to be caught up in any hurtful gossip.

“Play nice in my bar, Bagman.” You said, scrubbing a bit more aggressively at the countertop than you meant to.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m playing very nice, I’m being a wingman instead of Hangman tonight.” Wingman? “Bob over there, has a very big and bad crush on a certain someone.” 

You hoped this was some sort of prank, because Hangman had one perfectly manicured finger pointing at you. You felt your face go bright red. 

“That’s not playing nice.” God, why was this happening? 

It was one thing to harbor your little crush on Bob, to let yourself check him out while you were sure he wasn’t looking, it was another to have Hangman mock you by telling you that Bob liked you back. 

“He really thinks he’s being subtle,” Hangman continued as if he hadn’t heard you speak, “But he refuses to let us buy his drinks whenever we’re buying a round just so he can talk to you. I swear he spends more time up here or staring at you than he does hanging out with us.”

Saved by a customer, you let your attention drift away from Hangman and what he’d said to you. Even though he lingered, leaning on the bar, you tried not to focus on him. 

What did he mean Bob had a crush on you? That couldn’t be possible. A few weeks prior you had almost asked Bob out to dinner after not charging him for his drink, hoping that that would be enough to start a bit of flirting. 

Instead the WSO had placed enough cash to cover his drink and a very generous tip on the bar and stammered out something about needing to get back to the game of pool him and Rooster were losing. So you took that as your hint. 

Ever a patient asshole, Hangman was still there after you finished making drinks. Clearly being decently drunk wasn’t enough to keep him from being a pain. He just kept looking between you and Bob and not saying anything. 

“You’re scaring other customers.” You wanted this to end, the observation, you wanted to get out from under his knowing gaze.

He flicked a cherry stem at you, and without flinching proceeded to make you feel like you were officially the world’s least subtle person, “It’s not hard to see that you and Bob wanna jump each other’s bones, I think once you get it out of your system you’ll be perfect for each other. Just have to get over that first hurdle.”

And with that, Hangman walked himself back over to the rest of the group. You stood there in stunned silence trying to process exactly what just happened.

-

Like you said before, you were usually far more behaved than this. But nevertheless, you now found yourself pressed up against your car in the corner of the Hard Deck’s parking lot, Bob’s lips on yours and his hands on your waist. 

Anyone could see. Hangman or Rooster could step out for a breath of fresh air, maybe even a drunk cigarette (no one was allowed to tell Mav), and see you pulling Bob’s shirt out of his standard-issue khakis and running your hands over his stomach. You had always known he was hiding some serious muscle under his uniform. Someone could see you, weak in the knees for the quiet, but beautiful, Bob. 

“Jesus Christ,” he said quietly against your lips as you scratched at his back and trembled in his arms. “We shouldn’t–shouldn’t be doing this out in the open. You deserve better.”

Was it wrong that him being so respectful made you want him to ruin you all that more? What you wouldn’t give to be in your, or his, apartment right now, protected by four walls and free to strip and see all of him. But for now, you’d have to take the cards you were dealt. 

Grasping behind yourself, you yanked the back door handle against yourself, feeling the door give against you and open slightly. You pushed Bob off you gently, just enough to pull the door open and grab his collar to pull him into the car with you. He made a choked off sound, and you honestly weren’t sure if it was because of you grabbing his shirt or if he was surprised. 

“Wait,” He managed, and you froze, “I... Will you sit in my lap?”

You were going to die, here and now, with him almost hovering over you, his eyes wide and pleading. For a moment, time seemed to turn into something syrupy as he slid fully into the car, shut the door, and pulled you into his lap. 

You both sat there for just a moment, panting and staring at each other. Maybe you owed Hangman an apology for doubting his wingman skills, but you weren’t sure you wanted to inflate his ego more than it already was. 

However, he did deserve some credit. After he had dropped that bomb on you, Bob had come over and asked if you were alright, claiming he’d give Hangman a talking-to about whatever he said that had clearly upset you. You just stood there staring at him, until he started to squirm slightly under your gaze. 

It was in that moment you had blurted out, “I have a crush on you.”

He had stared at you for a split second before he whispered, so quietly you weren’t even sure you were supposed to hear it, “Oh my god, I want to kiss you so badly.” 

It had taken everything in you not to drag him across the bar and press your lips into his. Instead, you managed to tell him that you had your thirty minute break in five minutes, and to meet you in the parking lot by your car. It was probably the most reckless thing you had ever done.

So that was how you ended up in the backseat of your car, Bob’s tongue running along the seam of your lips, whining slightly when you opened your mouth to feel his tongue glide over your teeth. You could tell he had his feet firmly planted on the floor by the steady rhythm of his hips against yours. That part of his actions seemed so confident, so assured in comparison to the slight tremor in his hands against your hips, but you wanted him to let loose a little, show you just how much he wanted you. 

The car rocked gently with your movements. He was panting as his forehead leaned against yours, and he let out a particularly high pitched whine as you grabbed him by the back of the neck to force your lips together again.

“Been thinking about this, about you,” he ground out as you both pulled away again to catch your breaths, “See you every Friday and Hangman, ah, Hangman makes fun of me.” 

You groaned at his confession and twisted your hands into his neatly combed hair. Honestly, you couldn’t judge his hesitancy, for god’s sake you thought he barely liked you as a friend. Plus, you’d firmly asked more than one patron to leave when they tried to be too forward. Bob was never too forward. 

“Been, fuck! Been, trying to be a gentleman.”

You didn’t want him to be a gentleman, you wanted him to ruin you. Grabbing his wrists, you shoved them under your shirt and sighed as he got the message, rubbing your nipples over your bra. 

“F-Fuck,” you gasped, rolling your hips against his more firmly. 

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered as his lips marked a path down your neck, mouthing at your collarbone as he tugged the collar of your shirt to the side.

“Bob...” You could feel the heat in your stomach building, the familiar tingle in your fingers.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” With one hand on your stomach rubbing soothing circles, and the other dipping into your bra, the flood of physical sensations was almost too much. 

You moaned into his mouth and shuddered against his grip, raking your hands through his hair and feeling just how much he liked the sensation of your nails scraping against his scalp when the rhythm of his hips stuttered.  

When you came it felt like a star bursting in your chest, everything went fuzzy around the edges as he rocked you in his lap and you rode out your orgasm. It felt like Christmas morning, your birthday, and every party all rolled into one. You shuddered as he kept your hips moving against his, clearly close. 

But you would have none of that.

Still trembling from your own release you unbuttoned his khakis with shaking hands and reached in to grasp him. He stared down at your through lightly fogged up glasses, clearly shocked. 

“Fuck, wait, are you sure—!” Was all he managed to get out before you were on your knees, doing your damndest to swallow him down.

He came with a choked shout, one hand on the back of your head and the other clawing at the worn leather of your seats, grasping for something, anything to keep him tethered. For a moment you stayed on your knees, reveling in the feeling of what had just happened. 

He was a fucking vision from this angle. His usually perfectly done haired was wild from you running your hands through it, his khakis were haphazardly open and his softening cock was laying against his stomach where you had rucked his shirt up. Breathing wild, his chest rose and fell quickly, and his fingers resting on the seat twitched in a matching rhythm to the ones in your hair.

Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were fogged up, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them. 

You wished you had a camera to capture the moment. 

The moment was broken when Bob reached down to pull you back into his lap and move his lips softly against yours. It took you a moment to register that he was whispering sweet nothings to you–a combination of thank you, and all sorts of compliments that made your chest ache. 

A sudden alarm sound made both of you turn in opposite directions at the same time, smacking your foreheads together. Suddenly any sexual tension had completely dissipated, replaced by both of you melting into laughter. Leave it to you and Bob to top off humping in your car like teenagers by giving each other concussions. 

“I need to get back to work.” You whispered as he inspected your forehead for any lasting injuries, “That was my alarm.”

He pressed his lips to yours softly, as if he was savoring your final moments together. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow? Do this part right?”

“I’d love that.”

-

You almost made it to closing without anyone noticing that you and Bob had both conveniently been gone for most of your meal break. But the crew crowding the pool table was far too observant for their own good. To his credit, Bob got himself almost fully back to his normal appearance, and you slipped into the bathroom to make sure you were presentable again. 

“You should say thank you to people who do nice things for you,” Hangman was back, toothpick hanging loosely from his mouth as he turned a sly grin in your direction, “I’ll take a beer in compensation, though.”

Pretending not to know what he could possibly mean, you continued to clean up. “Making sure all your cups are on the bar by closing is not exactly free beer material.”

He scoffed and stole another garnish, “You might think you’re slick but Bob’s been staring at you uninterrupted since you got back from your little break.”

“According to you he stares at me regardless.” Sorry, Bob.

“Yeah, but now he stares at you all mopey, which means you must’ve gotten the other stuff out of your system–”

You threw a piece of ice, the universe granting you with perfect aim for once, and watched as it hit his collarbone and slid down his shirt. He jerked backwards with a hiss. 

“Okay! Just take your beer and shut up.” Why did he have to be like this?

“Why thank you sweetheart, consider your debt settled.” With a wink, he was gone.

If you were honest with yourself, you probably would give Hangman a thousand free beers just to see Bob in the backseat, glasses foggy, and staring at you like you hung the moon. But he didn’t have to know that.

#top gun: maverick #robert 'bob' floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd fic #top gun: maverick fic #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #no use of y/n

[prettyboykatsuki]

naku weed | ayato kamisato.

✭ tags ; extremely dark content ahead, mother/son incest, noncon, penetration, oral(f!recieving), age gaps, 18+. pls do not read if u are squicked.

✭ wc ; 2.3k (horrified)

✭ a/n ; i needed to get this out of my system rip. i am choosing to blame @/saintshigaraki. AND CREDIT TO lamb for ayatocest worms in the first place

✭ synopsis ; naku weed. flower. naku. verb. translated to 'to cry'. ayato loves you more than any man ever could.

You never remarried when their father died.

Your marriage within the Kamisato clan had been of convivence. It's an old story. You were young and beautiful and Mr. Kamisato was kind and diligent. Of all the men who tried to court you, he had been the only one polite enough to ask you questions about what you wanted.

The answer wasn't much. Your only dream of course was to get out of that stuffy place you'd been born into. To feel the sun in your face and the wind in your hair. What desires did you have but peace?

Young and impatient - you married within the year. Your marriage to your husband was awkward and clumsy. But you loved each other. Despite all of his responsibilities, you spent more time together than you thought you were worth. He was kind and caring. You were impassive and easily embarrassed.

You were expected to provide an heir. Ayato felt like a blessing from the archons in that way. His father was always strict with him while he was raised.

Despite your grievances with showing your husband affection, showing Ayato that sort of love didn't trouble you. He was a bright boy. Cunning and clever but thoughtful and strong. A perfect heir who depended on you for warmth and comfort and sympathy.

(Looking back, perhaps it was your fault. You had always felt that something in Ayato was...off. He was a good, kind boy - mostly. Maybe denial was only a given. What mother could turn her back on her son?)

Ayato was a good child. He rarely got into physical altercations. Behaved perfectly. Was well-educated and charming and polite. Perhaps the only thing was the way he was fond of you. Even up to his teenage years where that kind of motherly affection was supposed to be embarassing - Ayato had accepted graciously. Hugs and kisses.

(When he was at the age to attend galas overseas, Ayato would often offer you a hand to dance. His usual desires for affection and touch didn't go unnoticed, nor did the way his hand rested too low on your back.)

When Ayaka was born, no longer did he hold the pretense of being a young boy. His love for his younger sister is something you could never admonish him for even now. He adored her so wholly and always made time for her to play.

Ayaka brought more responsibility to you as a mother, but you didn't mind. Such a brilliant little girl she was, eager to learn etiquette and how to brush her hair up into pretty styles like you did.

When Ayato was 18, his father passed in the blink of an eye. A storm had breached their boat. No survivors. It left you alone with two children, a widow amongst it all. After the initial devastation, the loss, the heartache—you were left only with Ayato.

You had never intended for the boy to take on so much responsibility. He was still young, after all. You should be strong. But truthfully, you only had their father. You cut-ties with your family long ago. In your devastation, Ayato comforted you. Told you he'd take care of fathers role in due time and that he'd take care of the family.

("Please rest easy, Mother." He hums, voice courageous and melancholy "I always intended to follow this path.")

The first time you found Ayato's desires out had been only a year later. He was 19 at the time, half your age. He'd requested you to his chambers for comfort. At the start, he was stone cold sober. A bottle of sake sat on yumemiru wood table, Ayato deep in thought by the fire place.

("Come drink with me, mother."

"You're not old enough to drink." You tsk. Ayato gives you a coy smile.

"If I'm old enough to become the commissioner, surely this much is fine."

You're unable to counter his point. He looks pouty. You sigh.

"Just a bit then.")

For the first time in your life, your son opened up to you completely. Though it wasn't the emotional sort of whining. Still ultimately reserved. He'd told you quite a bit. And you were happy that he could depend on you.

When the conversation fell on you, and your life - and your marriage to his father, you had no problem in telling him. Loosened up by the warmth of liquor.

("Your father was a good man," You say, wistful. Ayato's face darkens, if only a little. It's barely noticeable.

"I envy him." He says back. You frown.

"You did? What for?"

Ayato looks up at you.

"He had what I wanted most.")

You had asked about it then. Though deep down you were afraid of the answer, you couldn't stop yourself from wanting to know. It was then that Ayato had cut in. He asked if you were lonely since his father passed.

A fear struck into your heart then. You confessed only a little. How could you be lonely when they ere around, you had said. A half-answer Ayato sees right through.

("You know that's not what I mean," Ayato says, voice so low you hardly catch it "Without a husband, Mother. Has it been lonely?"

Your breath hitches.)

The first time Ayato forces himself on you, it's like this. Your only son. Your clan heir. Your clever, cunning, brilliant boy. You could never turn your back him. Even so, the deliberate way in which he embraces you makes you stumble. How he approaches you that way is too well-practiced and too wanting. You are too afraid to ask when it started.

Ayato tells you, anyways.

("I've coveted you my whole life," Ayato mumbles. You push him away. You try too - but you've forgotten he is no longer a boy. He is a man like this and like many men - he is stronger than you.

You are pinned underneath him in earnest, his tongue licking a stripe up your neck - feather light kisses where your jaw meets your neck.

"Since I was born. Even when I lost my innocence to that girl," He confesses, though you don't think it's meant to be a secret "I was picturing you the whole time."

"Ayato," You whisper. Softly, hoarsely "Please stop this."

"I don't want too," He tells you so blatantly it startles you. He tips your head back, thumb on your chin. The way he kisses you is intimate and devoted and well-practiced. Disgust washes through at how good it feels "I've only every wanted this."

You believe him. It's horrible how much you believe him. Ayato touches you like a man who desires you. Your own son, flesh and blood, has forced your legs apart. It's been a long time since anyone touched you at all. The growing wetness and dull ache of desire in your body fills you with a sense of dread that almost makes you sick.

But, Ayato touches you like a man who loves you. You cannot deny this much no matter how much you'd like too. His tongue trails down your neck from your pulse to the valley of your breasts - his fingers grasping the soft swell of flesh with admiration. A strike of lightning passes you, like the Electro Archon herself permits this.

"I've loved these since I was young," Ayato whispers in some sense of self satisfaction. "Mother, you're truly more beautiful than any one woman I've ever laid eyes on.")

That night, Ayato doesn't do much more than rut himself against you to cum and fall asleep next to you. He kisses your temple and tells you he will move through this gently - so you don't have to worry too much. You want to be assured by his words. But the only thing you hear from it is the promise of next time.

When you say this much, that this cannot happen again, Ayato gives you a look of amusement. Kisses your knuckles and whispers against your skin that no man other than him will ever enter your chambers. He does this because he loves you, more than anyone.

("I resent father for touching you, despite knowing that is why you've given birth to me. I do not know if I was blessed or cursed to be your son."

His expression betrays his words. If his face is anything at all to go by, Ayato does not regret being born your son even a little.)

As time passes, his touching of you grows more persistent. Though, he's never violent nor threatening, he is possessive and shameless. He only reserves himself in front of Ayaka.

But the house maids and the butlers and Thoma all seem to know of Ayato's desires towards you. Some pity you, some seem disgusted. Most seem pleased that the commissioner is in a good mood when you are around and do not bother asking questions.

The first time Ayato takes you is on his 20th birthday. He requested you to his room. He even bought you nightwear to put on for him. By then, you're unable to refuse him. He'll take it out on his sub-ordinates if you do.

You wore it for him, bashful and shameful. He is still your son and he requests little from you other than this. In some twisted way, it often feels like this is all you can do. He's pristine and diligent and kind. In that way he's so much like his father.

("It suits you," He says, like he was predicting it. You swallow a sob as a wave of awareness graces you "Wedding lingerie, custom order. You're beautiful." )

That night he takes his time like he's always wanted you. You lay there so helpless to him. He has smooth hands and moles in all the places you remember. He takes to touching you delicately - too delicately for a woman your age.

He treats you like you are a young girl, a newly-wed couple and the feeling that overwhelms you is not one you can put a name to. He is not unkind. He pulls you apart with frustrating patience, relishing each and every inch of you. You're not sure where he learned this.

The comparison haunts you but even his father did not treat you like that. Maybe that is a given. Ayato is your son after all. A man could not compare to a sons love for his mother. Even if the thought makes your stomach churn, the way he treated you is not something to take lightly.

You felt pleasure from him. He licked and bit and nipped at all parts of you. Kissed down your navel with a thumb brushing over your stretchmarks (each part of you is his) and dug into the plush of your thighs. A womans body, he mumbled, taken by you.

He even licked you. It'd been a first for you. He was delighted to learn this. He tongued at your clit and sucked at you so diligently. He's always made you cum with his fingers and his hands before then. But that night was different, a special and cherished occasion for him.

And despite it all, you are in no place to deny him of joy. He has the world on his shoulders. When Ayato fucked you like two lovers, not mother and son - you only thought to brace yourself.

("Easy," He whispers. His voice is on the precipice of broken. You can feel him entering you, an awful intrusion. A reunion of it's own sort. "That's it. Good girl."

To be called girl, haunts you. But you can feel him. His cock. Hard velvet over steel and burning. He's thick and long, much bigger than anything you've ever taken before. Ayato holds onto your hips, fingers digging carefully into you. Your legs rest on his shoulders, knees pressed into yourself as Ayato folds you in half.

You whimper. It's been two years since you've experienced this, maybe more. When you look up at him, he's the splitting image of his father. He's grown up to be so handsome, it troubles you. He could have anyone if he chose it.

Why you? You want to ask, so much it's impossible to swallow. Ayato must sense your apprehension. Even as his cock penetrates you so deeply and so slowly - a shallow thrust like he's digging your insides out - you cannot bear it. You whimper and Ayato kisses you tenderly. Strong hands go to fiddle with your clit as a wave of desire clings to your ribs. Sticky, sensual arousal makes home in your heart. It feels good.

"Mother," He whispers, so lovingly you cannot turn away "This is the most blessed night of my life.")

It feels like so long ago now. Ten years is but a blip in time, and Ayato is yet to grow out of this. He still seeks you almost nightly. Your little girl is all grown up and clueless - only stopping to comment about how close you two are.

Your excuse is always that you were young when you had him, to which Ayaka doesn't question. By all means and all measures, Ayato has not let go of you. In the ten years that have passed, he has only gotten worse.

He's thirty, now. And you're well-past your prime, yet he cannot stop himself from leering at you. The guilt and shame still live inside of you, but lately you are uncertain there is a point.

You sit with your two children having tear in the mid-day. Sunlight pours through the cracks of the window. Ayaka rests her palm on her cheek.

"Nii-san," Ayaka asks, a curiosity in her voice "Won't you ever get married?"

You still. Ayato glances at you, then laughs.

"I don't have any plans to. Who will take care of our mother?"

You don't say a word. Ayaka hums.

"You've never been interested in anyone?"

Ayato thinks on it.

"Mm. A woman much older than me, once. A widow."

"Really?" Ayaka exclaims. He pauses to glance at you, then laughs over his tea.

"Really."

#incest cw #dark content cw #noncon cw #hard incest cw #ayato x reader #ayato smut #genshin impact smut #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE HEEED THE TAGS #writing tag

[rogerswifesblog]

hii! i wanted to ask a drabble from the bingo ‘strange to lovers’ where steve and reader meet like the characters from the movie 101 dalmatians. i know it sounds weird but i thought it could be cute (also sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language!)

OH MY GOD THATS SO CUTE

Pls I LOVE this idea. It’s the cutest thing ever. I’m so glad you came up with that. Thank you for requesting!

Btw, you can request ’strangers to lovers’ again, there are no limitations!:)

All drabbles will be posted with the tag “1 k followers special” just look for it on my blog:)

Love on the first splash

Warnings: none! Just fluff:) and yes, Steve has a golden retriever because I feel like he’d have one

It was a warm and sunny day, perfect for a walk. That’s exactly what your girl thought, too, excitingly jumping up and down when you grabbed her leash. After letting you hook the leash to her collar you grabbed your black hat and put it on. One last glance into the mirror told you you were ready to go out. A simple, black dress with white dots and equally black heeled ballerinas. A bit ironic, since you had a Dalmatian girl.

“Come on Dotty, let’s go enjoy the amazing weather”, you smiled at your dog, leaving your apartment. Your well-behaved girl walked besides your legs, sometimes stopping to sniff something or doing her business.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, unknowingly showing the man who was watching you from his window your beautiful smile.

Steve sighed quietly, averting his gaze from you and grabbing his protein shake that he mostly drank to fulfill all his needed calories.

He had noticed you quite often, especially in the dog park and even once in the café he sometimes got his coffee from. (Now more often since he had seen you there.)

But he started to feel like a creep. Never talking to you, just watching you from his window sometimes. He just never knew how to start a conversation with you. The most he achieved was a smile while jogging past you.

And whenever you smiled back, he nearly tripped over his own feet.

He took another sip of his smoothie, nearly spilling it when his golden retriever boy ran right into his legs with his leash in his mouth. Shaking his head he started assaulting Steve with his leash and hitting his legs. “Ouch! Ouch! Okay-I get it-you want to go out-fine, fine, fine just stop”, he immediately grabbed the leash. “Okay Buddy, let’s go out-but I should change. I'm still in my work out clothes so-Okay! Okay ouch! I get it. No changing I get it-“

With that the two left the building.

Within a few minutes he was already in the dog park, noticing you sitting on a bench, stroking your Dalmatian's head, while she leaned her head on your thigh. He smiled at you, but you didn’t even notice it.

Just then did you take a quick picture of your dog, before feeling someone’s gaze on you. You immediately looked up, meeting the blue eyes of an attractive man. It wasn’t the first time you had seen him here, but you never talked to each other.

The corners of your lips twitched upward, but you lowered your gaze again not wanting to stare at him. This would be rude.

Head shaking you decided to walk with Dotty one more round before going back home. Dotty seemed happy with the walk, especially when a bird started singing sitting at the edge of a fountain. You stopped to admire it, or well, Dotty did. A soft laugh escaped your lips. “What, you like it? Sounds nice, doesn’t it?”, you smiled, also listening to the pretty song.

Just then did a dog walk up to you, making Dotty walk behind you, him following. So did his owner.

The beefy blue-eyed guy.

“Oh no! Dotty, don’t do that!” You gasped when she walked around your legs again.

The leash being long enough for it to slowly wrap around your legs, while his dog still followed Dotty, now even circling the man himself. “Hey Buddy-stop it-I can’t move”, he gasped in surprise, feeling the rope tightening around his legs, making him step closer to you. At this point he could smell your perfume, feel the soft material of your dress tickling him.

“Stop your dog! The leashes are all tangled up now”, you said harshly, trying to push away the (good looking) man who was way too close at this point, your chests pressed against each other. From all the hectic steps and movements you’ve lost your hat.

“I’m sorry Miss, but I can’t do anything-it’s your dog-“ “my dog?! She didn’t do anything. Your dog started chasing her-” “he just wanted to greet her-it’s what dogs do-“ “don’t tell me what dogs do, I’m-oh god” You felt one of the dogs push against your legs, making you stumble forward and step onto the stranger's foot.

You both lost your balance, especially with Steve’s knees hitting the edge of the fountain, falling back and into the water. Being bound together you couldn’t do anything to provide falling onto the man. The last thing that you could hear was Steve’s ‘Fuck’ before falling.

Right into the cold water.

Gasping you tried to pull yourself up, unintentionally pushing steve into the water all over again, making him cough loudly. “Wait-stop your wriggling or you’ll drown me!” That’s when you finally stopped moving, letting the man sit up and unhook the dogs-both immediately starting running and playing together.

“I’m so sorry about all this”, Steve started apologizing, slowly unwrapping the leashes from around your bodies. Even though the water he was sitting in was cold, he felt his blood boiling. His face was covered with red color, the blush creeping up till the very tips of his ears. “I have no idea why Buddy did it- I mean he probably just wanted to get to know your dog-“ “Dotty.” “What?

“Her name is Dotty”, only then did Steve seem to understand, nodding slowly, while he threw both leashes out of the water. “I guess Dotty and Buddy are becoming friends-I’m pretty sure they’re chasing a squirrel”, this time you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.

And Steve felt like it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, even compared to all those beautiful bird songs. Nothing was as beautiful as your laugh.

“I’m Steve”, he finally introduced himself, shaking your hand when you took it. “I’m Y/N”, with that he helped you stand up, the dress clinging to your body and pulling you down, nearly making you stumble again, but Steve’s quick reflexes allowed him to catch you.

Your breath hitched when you felt his big palms on your waist, your chest feeling tighter, your hands itching to touch him, but you managed to hold back. Clearing your throat you took a step back, making sure not to fall again. Steve helped you step out of the fountain, water still dripping from your clothes and hair, both of you completely drenched.

“That’s not how I imagined our first interaction to turn out”, you heard the blond mumble, making you look up in surprise. “What-what do you mean?” The blush reappeared on Steve’s cheeks, while he shrugged.

“It’s just…I’ve noticed you a few times but I was too shy to actually talk to you-but I wanted to-just without all the…chaos that came with it”, Steve said truthfully, picking up the leashes and calling for his dog. You did the same. “Well, since we’ve already talked..and our dogs are friends…we should keep them apart, you know”, you mumbled, feeling your own face heat up.

While you hooked Dotty at her leash you didn’t notice Steve’s big smile while he watched you. “So…you want for our dogs to have a dog-play-date?”, he laughed happily. Your own chuckle following.

You nodded and watched Steve’s smile turn into an even bigger grin. “Maybe tomorrow? Same time?”, he suggested nervously and you immediately felt butterflies tingle in your stomach.

“Tomorrow sounds great. It’s a date.”

Bonus:

Just when you turned around Steve called your name. “You forgot your hat!”, he jogged up to you with your hat. Smiling he put it on your head, not noticing the remaining water and coins in it, till it all dropped over your head, making you even wetter, the coins falling everywhere even your cleavage.

“Oh his Steve, that's cold!” “Shit-I’m so sorry”, he immediately apologized once again, trying to brush off the pennies from your shoulders, for a second looking down into your filled cleavage, feeling himself blush a deep red.

You noticed his gaze, smacking his hands away. “Don’t worry about the coins, Steve. I can take care of them myself”, you tried to sound serious, but you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. Especially when both of your dogs tied you once again with their leashes, pressing you close against each other.

Bonus 2:

Next day

Reader: "What's his real name?"

Steve: "I call him buddy."

R: "Yeah but what's his name tho."

S: "Buddy."

R:...

S:...

R: "oh you mean... his name is buddy."

S: “okay, Technically it’s ‘slippers’ in his certificate, but I…don’t like it. Buddy is better”

R: “Why slippers?”

S: “It’s a long story…”

R: “we have time.”

S: "When he was young - even younger, like 40 days old, he slips through the bars of his cage, ran into a bowl of oil, and slide all the way from kitchen to the living room, and got his head stuck in a slipper"

R: “It makes sense you’re his owner.”

S: “what’s that supposed to mean???”

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[cyber-phobia]

People are really out here judging me, an afo simp, for thirsting after an ugly man. Guys that isn't the point. It isn't about his flat ass or his just-some-guy lookin, pasty-ass, drives a kia to go visit the kids after losing custody in the lamest divorce battle of the century, probably thinks he's Patrick Bateman, hasn't moisturized in seven years, definitely a part time accountant but not, like, a good one face!!!

What captivates me is his narcissism! His failure to self evaluate! The fact that he vents his fear of genuine emotional vulnerability by completely distancing himself from anything even marginally resembling a feeling! The fact that he had what he presumed were extremely troubling guilt nightmares for an entire century and just ignored them because he didn't want to face the reality that he might regret even one of his "perfectly premeditated" actions! The fact that he's so afraid of failure that he constructs intricate plans around each and every breath he takes so that he never has to face what he perceives as mediocrity! His need to feel apart from the crowd stemming from what I have to assume is deep rooted childhood loneliness and outcast syndrome! His irreparably malformed prefrontal cortex! His dumbfuck, embarrassing, kindergarten-ass obsession with what are presumably the world's lamest comics! His shallow and completely inaccurate worldview! His tendency to drag others down with him to justify his deplorable lifestyle! The fact that he only wears one suit and doesn't even know how to fucking tie a tie! His absurd and completely unwarranted arrogance! The fact that he was willing to show up butt naked on live television and saw absolutely nothing wrong with flashing, like, an entire crowd of guys who specifically showed up to kill him! The fact that he can unironically call himself the "Demon King" without breaking character! The fact that he has no friends and Mob from Mob Psycho 100 could destroy him mentally with one sentence! The fact that if any of the class 1A kids behaved like American Gen Z high schoolers he would've already been roasted so fucking much that he'd be lying in a dumpster crying!

He is pathetic and weird! He is literally the lamest man alive! He is so fucking sad it makes me laugh! THIS is why he's hot! It's not cause he's ugly or whatever, it's because he has unfixable mental issues and regularly engages in actively self destructive behavior and makes all of his problems everyone else's, and most of all because I fully believe I could make him worse!

Anyway yeah Cyber my most beautiful and beloved dilf pls publish this bc I'm trying to vague post ab Gentry here and they need to see it ily sm thank you <333

Why vague post when I can tag them!!

@gentrychild come sit down for the monologue

#hot afo nerd #afo thirsting

[finniestoncrane]

aaahh hope i’m not too late !! first of all congrats on 1.5k you soooo deserve it!!!

(fem reader) takeout, signature cocktail, cucumber sandwiches (gotham), sweet potato fries, popcorn shrimp, and breadsticks. pls and thank you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

gotham!mad hatter x female!reader, word count: 350 content (warnings): slightly public lewd acts lmao the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: anon thank you so much you're too sweet and oto kind ;-;💚

a visit to arkham in order to see jervis is always a pleasure

he's one of the better behaved inmates, so he is afforded a bit more leeway when it comes to his visitation rights than some others

typically, he'll greet you with a hug, often appearing behind you and wrapping his arms around your body

before guiding you to the private space he's managed to obtain thanks to his good behaviour, and a well-placed bribe

you're treated to a gift too, one that he's made by hand

a different item each time you go and see him

all of them, made out of cardboard and newspaper, the arts and crafts budget is almost non-existant

so far, you've received a newspaper flower brooch, a set of cardboard pin badges, and a matching top hat to his own

while he tries his best to ramin gentlemanly, it's not long before his kind words and gift giving make way to more salacious matters

an innocent kiss placed against your hand, then your wrist, up your arm to your neck

until he is making his way down the front of your chest, hands under your shirt, taking hold of you

displaying a sense of desperation that only a man trapped behind bars can show

rutting against you, into you, like a poorly behaved dog

feeling you, smelling you, tasting you, as he runs his hands along your back, and his tongue down your front

barely able to stop himself when the buzzers sound, knowing he'll have to behave extra hard for the next month until you can visit again

maybe he can aim to get an hour of privacy with you, plenty of time to shower you with gifts and praise

able to pleasure you and himself for once, since he's usually so focused on leaving you with something to remember him by

that he often has to carry with him the ache of his own ignored release untilt he next time

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[s0ulryo]

congrats on your followers ryo!!! could i have a love potion with cinnamon feathers, dried roses, and fairy wings pls with prompt #13 and albedo? tysm!!

♡˚✎ˊˎ- You’ll Never Know How Much I Love You

[Albedo x Reader] Potion Type: A Love Potion (romance) with Cinnamon Feathers (attraction/protection) and Dried Roses (admiration/appreciation) [Fairy Wings are also included (headcanons – default format for the event)]! Prompt – #13 “If anything were to happen to you…”

Synopsis: Albedo can’t comprehend how much he loves you, but he does his best to show you how much he cares for you. Tags: Fluff, domestic, slight hurt (?), possible depictions of violence(?), pining, soft Notes: Haha Albedo makes brain go brrr… also like i write my tags n synopsis b4 i start the actual fic then edit it after fic completion – is that normal?? Anyways THANK YOU FOR BEING A REQUESTER IN THE EVENT &lt;33.

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(Reader is always gn unless specified otherwise.)

Albedo has always had difficulty comprehending his emotions — he’s always known this. There’s just something so complex about feelings; it’s not like a mathematical equation; you can’t predict or write an equation for how someone will feel, act, think, or behave.

This is something that has always troubled Albedo.

He genuinely gets so irritated trying to read your emotions — yeah, he can read your body language, but he’s jealous that you can connect with people so much better than him.

What irritates Albedo the most is that he can’t fully understand his emotions, especially those he feels toward you. He knows that you have a much better grasp on how you feel toward him than how he feels toward you; you made the first move, after all.

He’s pretty insecure about that fact — you understood that you love him, while he couldn’t immediately figure out that he loved you.

He’s not dense; he just treats everything like a math problem.

“Albedo, is something wrong? You’ve been staring at me for quite a while now….” You ask, looking up at him with concern.

He believes it’s not normal for someone to care for another person this much. He admires you and cares for you — you plague his thoughts 24/7, so why can't he comprehend how he feels?

He knows he loves you, but Albedo believes the word love is too weak – too simple, to describe how much he adores you.

He knows he thinks about you a lot; he goes out of his way to put your safety and comfort before his. You are the first thing he thinks of when he gets up in the morning and the last thing Albedo thinks of when he goes to sleep (when he goes to sleep, that is). He often worries about your well-being, ensuring that you take care of yourself — he doesn’t want you to adopt his unhealthy habits after all.

“Nothing’s wrong, love — nothing at all…” he responds, diverting his eyes back to his research.

He thinks about numerous things, a good portion of those things being you. He thinks you are everything he’s not; kind, generous — human. He thinks about how you have a finite amount of time while he doesn’t — how you can be removed from his life as quickly as you came into it.

If anything were to happen to you...Well, that's not something he wants to think about. Albedo doesn't want to imagine a life without you — he has decided that a life without you would be bleak and almost meaningless.

Albedo knows that he loves you; though Albedo may not know exactly what love is, he’s okay with that; he’s okay with knowing that what he feels for you is love, and that is what matters.

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[artemiseamoon]

Flirting with Danger

Ramon x f reader

Chapter 2: One of Us

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Words: 2,809

⚠️Warnings: show canon warnings, pot smoking, being tempted to behave badly, brief mention of reader smoking bud in the past. If you don’t/never have just ignore that detail.  | no minors please! Adult 18+ blog!!

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Content disclaimer: You know my usual Narcos disclaimer, this is fic, made up, not an effort to glamorize the horrific acts of real persons. If this bothers you, just don’t read it, it saves us both time and energy. Thanks!

You were prepared for a lot of things, but not this.

Ramon instantly took a liking to you and sitting in VIP soon became a common occurrence, much to the annoyance of the other bottle girls.

You’d be working, going about your shift and vibing with the music, then the moment Ramon strolled in, with his pack behind him, he’d greet you with a huge smile and guide you to the table with a gentle hand on your lower back. It got to the point where you barely worked when Ramon was there. And no one was stupid enough to argue with him about it. Your shift was over when he said it was over.

As your second month at Roxanne draws near, you start to form a friendship with Ramon. You found it surprisingly easy to talk to him, laugh with him - there was something about Ramon that felt so … effortless? So much so you couldn’t help but wonder what if, what if you met under different circumstances? What if there was a world, where a murder-happy Ramon didn’t exist?   What could this be if he wasn’t a madman?

As Ramon got comfortable with you, he started flirting more openly in a playful way. Trying to stay smart about this, you knew you couldn't give into your desires and kept your walls up. You stuck to your boundaries so well in fact, that one day when he tried to kiss you, you stepped back and his big brown eyes filled with confusion, followed by a flash of hot anger.

You still remember that moment like it was yesterday. Your heart nearly stopped beating and not in the fun way , in the oh shit I'm going to die way . After the rejection, he angrily cursed and walked away from you. Ramon ignored you the rest of the night, busying himself with his family, his friends, dancing, having girls all over him.

But through all of this, his eyes kept searching for you. And no matter if he was laughing, ranting, or smiling the moment you’d make eye contact his expression would drop, briefly revealing the fact that he was sulking underneath all the performing of not caring and having fun.

You kept busy working that night. It was easier than being scared shitless and sitting awkwardly in their section. It was the tensest you’ve ever been, muscles tight, jaw clenched, at one point you were sure your hands were sweating.

Your thoughts were working overtime and just when you contemplated asking to leave early, Dina found you and escorted you upstairs to the office. As you two head for the stairs, you notice Ramon in VIP, dancing with two girls. One of them was kissing all up on him, and you felt a tiny tinge of something you shouldn’t be feeling at  all, jealousy. You follow Dina and push the thought away, he’s not my man. I don’t care. It’s fine.

You shift your mind instead to Dina and ponder why she pulled you away. A new level of anxiety rose quickly with each step and by the time you both entered the office; your heart was pounding in your chest.

Though Ramon was instantly intrigued and smitten, the rest of the family took some more work, especially Benjamin and Enedina. Benjamin finally started warming up a little, in his way, and Dina, well, you weren’t sure. She was stoic and intimidating.

Dina leaned against the desk and lit a cigarette. Leaving you hanging on her silence, with just the music pumping in the background, she takes a drag, crosses her arms, and looks you over.

You don’t know if it was due your anxiety, but one of the many thoughts lingering in your mind makes it to your lips, “I know he’s mad at me, I didn’t mean to upset him, I just -, i don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Dina, you realized, noticed everything. So, you were always extra careful around her. She was like the wise owl of the family despite her young years. After rejecting Ramon, you noticed her in the distance, she saw everything.

Giving nothing away on how she’s feeling or why you’re up here. Dina takes another drag of the cigarette and stands tall. She walks over to the blinds and uses her fingers to make an opening.  She watches the dance floor. You stand at her side. “Look, right there.” She points.

You follow her finger and notice Ramon in the crowd.

Enedina continues. “He’ll be fine. You see, even with all those people around him, he’s still looking for you.”

You take a closer look. The long-haired girl is kissing on his neck, two of the Narcos juniors are close and talking to him. But Ramons eyes search the room, scanning everyone's faces. Instead of laughing and smiling his expression, even from this distance, looks more solemn.

You take a deep breath in then out and lower your head.

Dina moves her fingers; the blinds bounce back into place.  “He’ll cool off. Go home.” She said, taking another drag.

“What if - will I get in trouble?”

Dina chuckles, “I’ll take care of it. Just go.”

Despite keeping a poker face, you were freaking out. Being on Ramons bad side is the last fucking thing you needed.

Dina walked over to the door. She opens it for you. Maybe this was her way of calming you, before you busted a blood vessel. Maybe you passed the Enedina test?

You thank her and leave the office. You make a b-line for the back rooms, gather your things and leave. You didn’t let yourself look back, but you were sure Ramon watched you leave.

As you stepped outside, your last undercover job replayed in your mind. You’ve been in tough situations before, even on the last job, but this feels like the most dangerous one of all. On top of that, you realized your emotions were now involved and this was definitely something to worry about.

Did you actually have feelings for Ramon?

Were you starting to feel attached to this family?

You found yourself wishing they weren’t so - likeable and charming...and fun. It would make all of this so much easier. At least with your last undercover, they were bad people who also sucked as human beings, it made it easy to do your job and stay detached, but this mission wouldn’t be so seamless.

Returning to your car, you started running a list of all the bad things about Ramon, and the Arellano Felix family. You had to hold on to these, you had to keep them in the front of your mind.  

…

After a good night of sleep, you wake and feel hopeful for the days to come. You were good at your job . And this family would be your ultimate test. You could do this. You just have to stay on the right side of the tracks and quell the fires burning inside of you.

As you purge your mental notes and prepare for your next monthly report, the phone rings. It’s almost as if fate heard your thoughts and decided to fuck with you. The moment you hear the voice on the other side of the phone you feel both joy and panic.

“Princesa,” though you can’t see him, you can hear Ramon’s smile on the other side of the phone, “what are you doing today?”

“Nothing much…” you lean against the hallway wall and contemplate finding an excuse to hang up. But you want to talk to him, you like the sound of his voice. “You?”

“Just hanging with my turtle,” he said with a childlike innocence. A completely different tone from last night when you rejected the kiss. “You should meet him!”

You chuckle, “You have a pet turtle?”

“Hell yeah I do, you’d like him - he’d like you.” Ramon replied.

With each word exchanged, the feeling of panic lessened, being replaced by excitement.  

“I’d like to meet him.” You say before realizing it.

Ramon perks up on the other end, “Spend the day with me. I’ll pick you up.”

Before you could say no, Ramon hung up.

Then it hits you, how did he get your number? And you couldn’t call him back, you didn’t have his. The feeling of panic starts to rise again. But, much to your embarrassment, you’re actually looking forward to seeing him. You could go somewhere for the day, then he’d show up to an empty apartment (which if he had your  number, he surely knew where you lived too), or, you could stay and just see, out of curiosity, how the day goes?

Deciding to test the waters, you pack up your project for the day and hide everything out of sight. You had no plans of inviting him up, but it would still be smart to hide this stuff anyway. After doing that, you take a shower and get ready.

After getting ready, you hang around watching TV mindlessly, your head filled with Ramon. You knew from investigating the family, now seeing it with your own eyes, Ramon is a moody guy. He was like the weather, without notice a storm could roll it, the sun could rise, or the day could be dark and misty. Though he was overall fun loving and youthful, it was still hard to know for sure what you’d get with Ramon. It made the fact that he could kill ruthlessly even scarier.

You make a decision to be adventurous today but stay smart. No kissing Ramon. No matter how much you wanted to. You’d keep it light, like friends and then bring your ass right back home. You’d walk the fine line and try your damn hardest to stay on his good side.

…

When you met Ramon outside, you felt butterflies in your stomach. He looked cute enough to eat in his very expensive, very flashy red car.  After greeting you with excitement, he held the passenger side door open for you as you got inside. He even put your seatbelt on for you.

As you settled in, he watched you with a smile. “Anywhere you want to go?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, let’s drive and see where we end up.”

Liking this idea, Ramon grinned. His warm brown eyes leave yours and settle on the road as the car speeds away from your building. You remind yourself of three things.

I have a job to do, stay focused.

Do not kiss Ramon, or let him kiss you

Stay on the right side of the tracks

To your surprise, it ends up being one of the most beautiful days you’ve had in a long time and through it all, Ramon remains chill. You were sure the pot helped, which you very gently turned down. You are an agent, but you have enjoyed your share of bud once in a while, in the past. Was it wrong? Yeah but, no one was really a saint, right? But Ramon didn’t need to know that, and you definitely needed your full alertness around him

The day started with a scenic drive; it was gorgeous. Ramon was a fast driver and you kept hoping to God or whatever was in the sky that you didn’t die or crash. But once he finally switched to cruising mode, you were thanking your stars and enjoyed the ride more.

During this drive, he asked if you were hungry and the two of you stopped to get some food. You ate outside and enjoyed the perfect day. After being on the road for a while, the two of you pass through a small town and see an outside concert in the park. You park the car and enjoy the show for a while before hitting the road again. After this, you pass through a larger city and stop at an art exhibit that caught your eye.

Inside, you can’t stop smiling and laughing as Ramon studies the art. He gets way more into it than you expected, likely due to the pot. Watching him alone made the stop worth it. As the sun starts to set, you stop somewhere for dinner and Ramon insists you get milkshakes as well. During dinner, Ramon picks from your plate and drinks from your straw. He even urged you to toss fries in his mouth so he could catch them.

You haven’t dated in a while, and especially not here in Mexico. But the whole day definitely feels like a date. Though you are enjoying it fully, you keep reminding yourself of the three things.

I have a job to do, stay focused.

Do not kiss Ramon, or let him kiss you

Stay on the right side of the tracks

As the day draws to a close, Ramon doesn’t bring you home. He brings you to his house. Before you can finally realize what's happening, he ushers you inside and gives you a tour. Everyone is there, Benjamin, Enedina, Francis, their freaking mother.

In your mind you kept repeating, oh fuck oh fuck, this is actually happening. Smile. Don’t look freaked. Smile. Be normal. Ramon even introduces you to his turtle.

Though you gently suggest you should go home because it was late, Ramon brushes it off and insists you join him in his game room , “ it would be fun.” You figured as much, but after spending this whole say with him, you realized it’s near impossible to say no to Ramon. He was like an excited little kid dragging you along to see all his favorite things.

As he promised, you did have fun. The room was full of every game you could imagine with a huge TV on the wall. Ramon is competitive, but you are too, it only adds to how much fun the two of you are having.

Before you realize it, the clock says 11pm. You really need to get home. Plus, you need to get your report started. You were already 3 days late. As you think about this, Ramon returns to the room with a big bucket of popcorn, wearing a wide silly grin.

“Ramon, I should go home. I have a long day tomorrow. This was really fun though.” You said.

He flashes those puppy dog eyes at you, “just stay over. We have extra bedrooms,” he drops down on the oversized couch next to you, some popcorn spills out of the bowl. He takes a handful and watches the movie on the screen.

You look down, his thigh is pressing against yours, “-maybe another time. I do need to get home.”

“I’ll drive you back in the morning.” Ramon, eyes still on the screen, hands you the bowl.

Fuck.

You weigh your options and the possible reactions you could rise out of him if you keep insisting. Do you just sleep in one of these rooms for the night, in this ridiculous mansion, or do you continue to push your point? Was it worth it to possibly set him off?

Ramons laugh draws your eyes back to him. You can’t even remember what movie he put on; you were too busy freaking out internally.

“Here, have some,” he notices you don’t eat any popcorn and turns to you. Ramon picks one up and holds it, like he’s going to toss it.

“No, “you smile and shake your head, “I'm fine.”

Ramon grins and tosses it your way anyway. It hits your cheek. Ramons laughs and tosses another, then another until you open your mouth to catch them.

As the movie plays, Ramon eventually ends up laying across your lap. You know you should move him, but you don’t want to. Before you can stop yourself, you reach down and touch his hair. Ramon instantly melts to your touch and hums. When you stop, he turns and looks up at you, “Don’t stop.”

Despite your best efforts, you feel like puddy in his hands. You thread your fingers through his hair, and he grins, returning to his previous position. At some point, Ramon falls asleep in your lap. You watch him sleep for a while and notice the way his arm is securely around your legs. He looks so peaceful like this, so angelic.

The thing that’s having the biggest effect on you is the fact that he didn’t force himself on you. He just enjoyed the day with you and that makes you want to kiss him even more. You never imagined the dangerous moody Ramon could be so - respectful. It fucks with your emotions even more.

You sigh and stare at the end credits on the screen. This feels nice, peaceful. And it shouldn’t. It shouldn’t at all. Sleep soon lulls you, washing over you like a wave.

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[house-of-tales]

Chosen Muse: Asura

BOLD what applies - italicise sometimes. cross out nevers.  repost,  don’t reblog.

fights honourably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters  /  prefers range

chats during (does it count if he cackles like a maniac?) /  goes silent

low pain tolerance  / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts  /  attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm /  fights defensively  / strikes first

is provoked easily  /  provokes their opponent  /  teases

gets visibly frustrated /  shouts while attacking

uses strategy   /  focuses on the battle  / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly  /  tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly  / fights calmly /  fights apathetically  /  fights with anger  /  fights with excitement / fights with delight

fights because they have to  /  fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds  /  runs away when wounded / hides wounds  /   takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade  /  prefers a gun  /  prefers hand to hand combat  /  prefers a bow  /  prefers a shield  / prefers a personalised weapon  / prefers magic, alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical /  their greatest weakness is mental  /  their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle  / fights as they appear

relies on strength  / doubts their strength /  relies on speed

uses everything they have  / proceeds with caution /  hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly  /  brags after landing a hit  / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics /  uses brute strength

avoids civilians  /  strikes down civilians

damages surroundings  /  avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set  / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork   / sloppy footwork

messy fighter  / elegant fighter

accepts defeat  /  refuses defeat  /  begs for mercy

compliments their opponent /  insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements  /  moves efficiently  / barely moves

prefers to dodge /  prefers to block

defends their blindside  /  has no blindside  / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages /  strictly uses one main method

plays around  / holds back  /  fights ruthlessly  /  shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready  /  strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death  /  fears pain  /  fears killing

has ptsd  / avoids fighting

has lost a fight  /  has won a fight

has killed  /  refuses to kill / enjoys killing

wants to die standing  /  would succumb slowly

Tagged by: @stalwartembers Kinda? I mean we could easily say I stole it :p

Tagging: pls steal this from me i have too many people to tag.

#asura:the mara #dash games #ok so this is actually very interesting for Asura so i might make a separate post to explain how some of those are contradictory #because it actually makes a lot of sense as i was thinking about it #if you want to know more pls tell me because i really want to say stuff about him!!

[messrmoonyy]

I love your Tess stuff on AO3 and I’m glad I finally remembered to follow you here!! As a lesbian (who for some reason only writes men smut even though I’ve never slept with nor have a desire to sleep with a man) I love seeing Tess with a female reader!!! You make me want to start writing for her, but I love to make everything soft and happy and I’m afraid I wouldn’t capture her right!

Hi! Thank you sm for following me over here, I tend to post Drabbles here that don’t make it onto AO3 if you’re looking for more stuff you can find it on my masterlist 😋

I honestly used to be the same. I only ever wrote straight smut even tho I have no desire for it myself lmao. But Tess is for the girlies ( and maybe Joel in canon 🤧)

You should totally write for her! There are not many Tess writers around honestly. And you can write her however you wanna. I love writing her a little softer and happier, I have a fair bit of soft sappy stuff posted and in draft because it’s just nice yk. And honestly if you do think you might write her ‘ too ‘ soft or you’re a stickler for sticking to her canon behaviour, you can always writer her in earlier outbreak years. The show shows us her in Lincoln and she’s a lil ray of sunshine making besties with Frank. So you can always write her in that time period if you really wanna be true to canon :)

And there’s always the point of fanfiction doesn’t always have to be this super true to canon behaviour when it comes to characters and how they behave. That’s the beauty of fanfiction. You make them your own. My version of Tess is completely different to another writers yk. You make them yours! And the beauty of Tess to is that we know so little about her really, so she’s kinda an open book. A blank slate. You can make her how you want.

Definitely give it a go and if you do end up posting anything with her pls tag me!

#ask

[bladedflower]

fighting style

bold what always applies. italicize what sometimes applies. repost, don’t reblog.

fights honorably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle / rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly (in demon form) / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade /  prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon  / prefers magic, alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential / exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has PTSD  / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

tagged by: stolen from @slashaer  tagging: steal it pls and tag me

#ooc ;; out of petals #;; headcanons

[yourdibae]

I know how much you love me. I am so aware of it. Nurin bukan being ungrateful, nurin cuma ada problem dengan being rejected. I tend to overthink and all the negative thoughts akan cover the other facts.

I cannot think straight. Fikiran nurin bercampur-aduk dan nurin rasa sangat serabut. Obviously faiz akan rasa, oh faiz tak sangka reaction faiz will lead me to behave this way. Sebab for u, this is not big (?). Idk from ur pov bcs kita orang berbeza. Cara faiz lain, cara nurin lain. And ofc there’s nothing you can do except saying sorry sebab benda dah jadi.

I kept thinking how unwanted I am right now bcs bila nurin flashback the night when I said I wanna go back untuk jumpa what I called home, one of them just being quiet (this was when i plan to go back on the 9th-19th nov and pru date hasn’t been decided). At first I thought money constraints. Dan nurin obviously dah cek flight pen-kul, vice versa. The average was 500myr at that time. When I was planning all that, nurin realized your face and you did not feel as excited as I was. That was why I stopped and be realistic that it’s not going to happen. At that time, nurin fikir, oh faiz can’t decide bcs dia tak sure apa jadi dgan kerja. Probably he was busy and need a time to rest. But bila nurin fikir balik… betul ke faiz genuinely suka nurin? I thought you won’t care about anything else if you know you’re going to meet someone that you love. At least tu apa yang nurin rasa sbab nurin exactly feel the same thing.

The second time, when I said I wanna go back again, and this time bila hujung tahun bcs nurin plan nak balik tgt dgan ibu. I was as excited as always bcs yes, nurin dapat jumpa faiz sbab nurin plan nak pergi penang jalan2 kat sana. I didn’t expect you to tag along sbab i will be with ibu. I am aware of the possibility untuk faiz balik jb sbab waktu tu obviously new year eve dan akan dapat lama cuti. What i was expecting was for you to say, oh faiz might be not be at pen sebab long holiday tapi kita boleh work on something?

Honestly, I am willing to go to JB or PEN for a day trip if faiz have time/ money constraints. I mean… I’ve missed you so much to the point yang I am willing to do anything untuk jumpa faiz 😀 i was expecting the same from u sebab I thought you feel the same way as I did. Maybe it’s not your priority to meet me even though faiz do miss me. Idk I can’t read u.

And now apa yg nurin nak? What do u think can help me feel at ease? I need the reassurance. Never once bila nurin cakap pasal i want to meet you, bila nurin confront semalam about what I actually feel, faiz reply balik, i do want to see u too. Pls come home bcs I don’t want to be in ldr anymore. That was why I verified my wild assumptions yang I am unwanted at the moment..😊

nurin tekad untuk taknak balik anytime soon sebab nurin rasa, better nurin tak encounter ni lagi dan faiz tak perlu rasa awkward bila nurin bring this up again. But nurin tiada kuasa untuk menentukan. Nurin hanya mampu berusaha dan apa yang mendorong nurin untuk bangun harini is that thoughts. I need to get a good job that can secure my life here so that I won’t be going back anytime soon. Even if Nurin ada plan untuk balik my sbab if nurin nak extend visa. i want to do ielts/ med checkup there. Tbh I don’t have any plan to bagitahu faiz in advance. You only will know from my stories dan nurin takkan bring the topic untuk jumpa awak. Well that’s my plan but nurin kan lalang. Nurin selalu kalah dan telan ludah sendiri, muka tembok and the possibility untuk ajak jumpa tu ada. But i hope in the future and if this is happening, i am strong enough to not say that dan tengok what is your reaction again. I will be absolutely devastated if faiz tak show any effort and at that time nurin maybe akan tawar hati dengan faiz.

The other possibility, nurin balik awal and maybe berehat/ kerja dekat malaysia. Nurin honestly taknak option ni tapi if it’s happening, I won’t say anything too. I just want to see how are u going to react dan tengok apa yang faiz akan buat. Will you ever asked to meet? With my situation and thoughts now, nurin confident faiz akan ajak after sebulan dua dan tak rasa keen untuk jumpa nurin asap (please deny this).

But anyway, in conclusion nurin rasa terkilan, dan yes, sangat sangat sangat sedih sampai it distracts my focus and makes me very demotivated. Nurin menunggu faiz comfort dan kasi nurin the reassurance yang it’s not a one sided thing (walaupun i know it’s a one sided thing, judging from how you react lepas nurin bgtahu). I want you to say, please whatever you’re thinking right now is not true dan faiz minta maaf sebab kecewakan nurin. I didn’t mean to hurt you dan faiz nak sangat jumpa nurin and I exactly feel the same way as you do. We will work and figure this thing together but if nurin balik anytime soon, i will try my very best and plan to clear my schedule untuk nurin. I can’t wait to meet you again :)

Hmmm… even this dialogue pun nurin sendiri yg create untuk soothe and comfort my own feelings… betapa tak malunya nurin untuk plea faiz macamni

[clairecrive]

Hi could we please get a really angsty fic with nikolai (with a happy ending pls) where reader and he has had a fight so they maintain the facade on the outside bc they're royals but in private it's just ignoring each other/angst?

Young Royals

A/N: ahh, this is angsty alright but it seems I'm only capable of writing hurt/comfort lately. This took a life of its own and it's long af but I hope you like it anyway x

Warnings: miscommunication, angst, fighting, hurt/comfort, Nikolai is a bit absent, you're a bit jealous of his relationship with Zoya

Tags: @jupiterandbutterflies, @agentsofsheilds , @for-bebbanburg , @randomoutsiders , @pansysgirlfriend , @hannaxmaria , @vintagebitc , @story-scribbler , @crowssixof , @odetostep,@lizzie-he4rts, @korol-lantsov, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @gallysonegoodlung, @a-c-lee, @mriddlemethis, @carnationworld,@thanossexual, @luvxginger, @sanna2020,@partiesandblurrypolaroids, @edithsvoice, @wafflesandschemingfaces (tag list form)

SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

"Do not put words into my mouth, Nikolai."

"Please, you already have so many, my love," he scoffed and the use of the term of endearment hurt the most.

"You're making me sound like a brat while I'm providing you with a viable solution," you insisted with a flare of your hands, frustrated by his unwillingness to listen to you.

"No, you're not. What you're doing is being childish."

"I'm your queen, Nikolai. I'm only asking to be more involved."

"You're my wife, y/n, and you know nothing about politics or running a country." He retired, putting emphasis on wife. This felt a lot like being put into place. And the fact that it was your husband doing so, hurt. It was also the most you had seen him this week.

"Neither did Zoya, nor Genya or anyone who's currently running the country."

"That's different and you know it."

"Only because you're making it so," you exclaimed finally exploding. His despondency got on your nerves and this conversation was going nowhere anyway.

Surprised by your raise of voice, Nikolai stood before you just blinking at you.

Sighing, you took a step toward him, holding your hands up, "look, you're right, I don't know about running a country but teach me. I'm not stupid, I'll pick it up."

"Why are you insisting so much? You've never shown any interest in politics before." He gave you a puzzled look like he didn't really believe your intentions.

"I've never wanted to be queen before." before meeting you.

"Ah, I see," he chuckled mirthlessly, "I put you in this situation and now you're taking your revenge."

To insinuate that your marriage with him was you "being put into a situation" rather than a consensual decision you had made out of love was absurd.

Nikolai was right. You had never cared about politics or diplomacy before meeting him. You were a soldier. There was no reason for you to meddle with something that didn't concern you.

But now you were queen and you felt a responsibility towards your people. You wanted to help but so far, Nikolai hadn't allowed you to take part in any meetings. He said that anyone who needed to be there was already involved. What he didn't tell you was that while Grisha made excellent soldiers and even good councillors, one of them being a royal was a very different matter.

He had indulged his love for you by marrying you. You were his vice and he simply couldn't accept the idea of being without you anymore. He had married you, consequently making you queen, going against what his advisors told him.

While he ignored his warnings he was painfully aware, however, how difficult it was going to be for a Grisha on the throne. It was the first time something liked this had ever happened and unfortunately, the country was filled with people who resented Grisha for their powers.

Nikolai feared that the people were never going to accept you. Hence why he'd been keeping you secluded in the palace.

To be fair, you were doing a wonderful job. Like he had pointed out, you were not accustomed to politics but you made up for that with empathy and kindness. You started to interest yourself with the problem of poverty and lack of provisions for some parts of the country.

And while no one was aware of it, Nikolai often turned to you for military strategy. You were an apt soldier and had fought bravely alongside him and everyone else in the battle of the Fold. You were the very reason why he was still alive, to be honest.

While this arrangement worked for the first months of your reign, it was starting to feel an inadequate effort. You needed to do more, you wanted to do more. You didn't expect Nikolai to oppose it so vehemently.

"If I didn't want to be here I wouldn't be, Nikolai, you'd do well to remember it," you pointed out coldly, straightening your spine.

"Since you seem so adverse at spending time with me or including me in important matters, I'll find someone else who will." And with that, chin held high, you walked out of the room.

You missed him. It felt absurd to say this but you missed your husband. He was always busy with meetings or official visits to some noble across the country. For most of them, he went alone or with Zoya.

You knew that she was his first in command but you couldn't help but be bothered by it. It was one thing to accept the fact that he hadn't given the role to you "because the queen cannot have that role as well", it was a whole other thing to accept the fact that another woman spent more time with your husband than you did.

Countless were the fights you had with him in this regard. But they were pointless. Nikolai was still set on not bringing you and he and Zoya were always found together.

You didn't know what hurt more. The blow at your pride for being denied a position you deserved because of who you loved, the jealousy or being punished for your identity.

One thing was sure though, it was getting too much. At first, you pulled thought for Nikolai but now that you didn't have him anymore, your efforts seemed to be in vain.

So, like you had told Nikolai, you looked for someone who was willing to teach you. You wanted to help and if Nikolai wasn't going to let you here at the palace, then you'd find somewhere else.

Count Kirigin had always been nice to you and he was a very generous host. You knew that he played a central role in Nikolai's plan so you thought that there was no one better than him.

You reached out to him, wrote him a letter in which you showed interest in his activity and asked him if he was willing to show you. Of course, anything that came from the queen or the king couldn't be denied but you knew that the Count truly enjoyed your company. If your position didn't put so much higher than everybody else, you'd even consider him a friend.

You waited for his reply before putting in motion the preparations for your departure.

In the meantime, you and Nikolai kept conducting your separate lives. Usually, you'd only see him at night when he returned to your chambers if you were still up. Now, you had decided to sleep in separate rooms too.

If he wanted a wife, then a wife he'd get. But kings and queens do not sleep together.

If the new arrangement was bothering him, you didn't know. He hadn't reached out to you nor made any move to rectify your decision.

Turns out that he wasn't even at the Palace. He had left for a mission near the border with Shu Han and wouldn't be back for at least a week. Well, then. Of course, he didn't even bother with telling you. Not even a small note.

Jokes on him though, you thought, since when he was going to come back, he'd finally get what he wanted. You weren't going to be there to bother him anymore.

Differently from him though, you did indeed left him a note. Nikolai found it a week after you had set it on his pillow. Its presence made him furrow his eyebrows since he had already been wondering where you were. You usually came out to meet him at the gates whenever he'd come back from a mission and even though you had fought before he went away, you weren't one for holding grudges. So e guessed there was something holding you.

Unfolding the paper he was met with your familiar chaotic writing.

"I don't know when you're going to find this letter but if I'm not there yet it means that I'm still at Count Kirigin's. Do not bother with writing or visiting, I'll come back when my business with him is done.

Y/n"

What in the name of every sweet loving saint???

The letter wasn't dated, no dear, no yours no nothing. Fuck. You were still mad or worse, hurt.

Asking one of the servants, he learned that you had been away for a week already. But what business could you possibly have with the Count??

Nikolai had nothing against him. Seeing Kirigin get all flustered as he tried to flirt with Zoya amused him to no end but the idea of him and you in the same house? Alone?? Unacceptable.

Not even bothering to change clothes after his long journey, Nikolai headed to the stables to ask for a well-rested horse. Luckily, Count Kirigin's estate was not too far away. A couple of hours ride.

Turns out that the Count had a lot to teach. Despite his aloof reputation and extravagant clothes, he was very observant. He lacked ambition, which was why Nikolai trusted him and had a curious way of behaving in social situations.

But Emil had been born and raised in high society. He knew how things were run even if he had no desire to be in charge of them.

So far, you'd be having a wonderful time. Emil was a wonderful host, as you remembered, but without Nikolai's presence, he was even more extravagant. He had an unexpectedly dry sense of humour and a never-ending list of jokes.

Being in the open and in the company of someone who saw y/n instead of the Queen of Ravka proved to be even more needed than you thought. You felt reinvigorated and much lighter than you'd ever been.

You had also been learning a lot. Emil had been teaching you about diplomacy. About the best ways of formulating a sentence so that you wouldn't offend anyone but still get what you wanted. He had also been talking to you about your husband's ministers. About their weaknesses and vices and what was the best way to approach them to get what you wanted.

So far, it was proving to be a wonderful decision to come here.

Whenever your mind strayed on Nikolai, you willed it to focus on something else. You didn't know if he had already come home or seen the letter. A part of you thought that if he had, he would at least write one back. But the thought felt a lot like hope and seeing as how little he saw you even before you left, you didn't think it safe to harbour it.

When Nikolai reached the estate, he was met with Kirigin's servants. They welcomed him inside and profusely apologised for the Count's absence. They told him that at this time of the day, Kirigin and his guest would usually go out on a ride but that they were also about to return.

So Nikolai waited, sitting in the most comfortable chair the Count owned, fuming at the thought that his wife had felt the need to go away and be in the company of another man.

"If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be Nikolai. You'd do well to remember it."

Your words haunted him. They were the last thing that you told him. How stupid had he been to let you walk away. How utterly careless of him to disregard you like that.

He had promised himself to truly talk to you about it once this pressing matter of state was taken care of. Apparently, he had waited too long.

But Nikolai knew that the problem was at the source. He noticed how hurt you had been when he made Zoya his first in command. Or how sad you seemed everywhere he went somewhere with her and didn't ask you to join.

He was doing so to protect you from the inevitable slander you'd be met with. He should have known though that putting you aside was going to be even worse. You were a fighter just as much as Zoya was, if not stronger.

She hid behind her veil of indifference and superiority while you had never lost that emphatic verve that made everyone love you so much. In his attempt to make you safe, he had only managed to hurt you.

You were a warrior. You had accepted the role of queen only because it was the only way for you to be with Nikolai. And instead of praising you by making you a warrior queen, he had decided to hide you away.

Well, no more.

If his mistakes had not ruined everything already, he was going to make everything better.

Lost in his musing, he didn't hear the sound of hooves approaching but he did indeed hear your laugh. It immediately brought him back to the present and a wave of ugly jealousy hit him.

He couldn't remember the last time he made you laugh.

"I shouldn't even laugh Emil, the joke was terrible," Nikolai hear you giggling from somewhere in the hall. So now he was Emil, huh.

"You know you can't resist my charm, your highness," Emil replied and Nikolai had to call on every bit of his self-control to not barge out of the room and punch him.

"Stop it, you know you can call me y/n."

Before Emil could reply, they had both made it to the sitting room where Nikolai was waiting for them. It looked like no one had warned them of his presence because Kirigin looked surprised then utterly mortified.

"Your majesty, I wasn't aware you were here. Please forgive me for making you wait."

"Don't fret Kirigin, it was an impromptu visit. I came to see how my lovely wife was doing." No matter how green he was feeling right now, he knew that Kirigin was loyal to him and the crown. Whatever was happening here wasn't one of his schemes.

"Of course! I'm going to send for some tea while you two get reunited." Kirigin quickly bowed before hurrying out of the room.

Nikolai met your eyes for the first time since you had arrived. If at first, you were surprised to see him, now you couldn't help but be a bit sceptical about this visit.

"What are you doing here?" you asked breaking the ice.

"You leave with only a few lines on where you're going and you expect me to just accept it?" He scoffed, his hands curling on the armrests of the chair.

"It's more than what you gave me," you quipped, crossing your arms on your chest.

Nikolai sighed while his gloved hands run through his hair. You were right and he knew it. He had been a horrible husband lately.

"I know you're mad at me, honey, but listen-"

"I'm not mad. You didn't want to give me what I wanted so I went looking for it somewhere else." Scrolling your shoulders, you interrupted him without meeting his eyes. A list of excuses was not what you wanted nor what you needed from him.

Nikolai didn't miss the innuendo. His jaw clenched, his hands closed in fists. But he willed himself to stay calm.

"You think Kirigin can give you something that I can't?" Nikolai was a master in diplomacy. Never did he get frustrated or angry or raised his voice, even with the most aggravating people. Here though, with you, he didn't have to keep a façade. He spoke through his teeth barely containing his anger.

"Well, so far, he's been giving me attention and interesting pointers that no, Nikolai, you refused to give me."

"So this is how you solve your problems? Running away in the countryside with Emil?" Nikolai sneered, his tone souring around Kirigin's name.

"Don't you do the same with your precious first in command?" Tired after your ride with Emil, you plopped down on the chair in front of Nikolai's. Completely ignoring his tone, you pointed out calmly. The perfect image of aloofness even when it was the last thing you were in this moment.

"That's different," he snapped trying to meet your eyes that were carefully analyzing your hands.

"Yes," you signed, "it seems that when I'm concerned everything is different."

"There's nothing between me and Zoya, y/n and you know it." Nikolai was getting more frustrated by the second. He came here to apologize, to make things right and so far, the conversation was going in the opposite directions.

"Maybe now, but you spend more time with her than you do with me. It's only a matter of time before it happens and you're sorely mistaken if you think I'll just stand by and watch."

"This is not about Zoya," he insisted but so far, he wasn't getting the reaction out of you he wanted. You seemed... resigned at the situation. And that worried Nikolai to no end.

"It never is."

"Why did you run away?" Opting for a more direct approach, he bit the bullet and went straight to the point.

"I did not run away," you scoffed in contempt at his choice of words, "I told you I wanted to do more and Emil is teaching me. Not everyone is so against spending time with me, you know." You shot him a glance.

It was the first time that you had looked at him since you had been left alone.

"I married you, y/n. How can you possibly believe I don't want to spend time with you?" As desperation slipped through his words, Nikolai leaned towards you in his seat. As if he couldn't bear the distance between you anymore. But you knew it wasn't that. You and he had been distant for months now.

"Because that's what's happening, Nikolai," you clipped back and Nikolai had to refrain from wincing at your tone.

"It's not intentional, my love, I've just been busy." His tone softened. It was a poor excuse of an apology but it was sadly the truth.

"But when I say that I want to join or help you with it you strongly oppose?" Again, there was that suspicious implication in your words that Nikolai just couldn't stand. To think that you believed he'd ever cheat on you with another woman when he had done so much, taken so many risks, to be with you.

"It's not what you think, y/n." He insisted again but immediately realized he had said the wrong thing when he saw you leaning back into your chair shaking your head.

"I don't think anything, anymore. Do whatever you want. You do your thing and I'll do mine. I won't be a bother to you anymore." Holding up your hands, you gestured as you spoke.

A beat. Nikolai froze in his seat at what you were suggesting.

"You're never a bother to me. Never." He leaned even forwards in his chair, basically only propping on it now. The desperation was now clear in his voice. He reached out to you to try and take hold of your hands but you were too distant.

"I love you more than anything in this world and if you think that I'm going to let you go without a fight, you're sorely mistaken." The steel determination of his words caught you off guard. Nikolai was strong-headed, you knew that better than anyone else, but it had been a long while since that determination had been directed to you.

"You already did." It was barely a whisper. The sad truth about your reality, the downfall of your relationship. The wavering of your voice, the pain in your eyes were enough to tip Nikolai off the edge.

"Milaya, please."He fell onto his knees in front of you. Leaning forward he reached for your hands that he could now hold. "I'm sorry. I put you in a difficult position when I married you and I tried my best to protect you."

"I don't need protecting, Nikolai, especially if it's by pushing me away."

"I was keeping you away from danger and I know that you're strong and capable but I hate to think of you as the object of public slander." His eyes darted between yours, frantic, desperate to make you understand.

"I'm Grisha, Nikolai. It's nothing new to me," you pointed out but then it hit you.

"By difficult position, you meant a Grisha Queen, didn't you?" Your eyes hardened at the implications, your hands going slack in his hold. You would have pulled them away if Nikolai didn't tighten his hold.

"Please, do not think I'm regretting my choice or I think you're not worthy of the title because that's not true." Pulling your hands, he tried to get you closer to him. "I fear that there will be repercussions among the people." And there it was, at last, the truth.

"And among your ministers," you added remembering Emil's lessons on the people at court and their role.

You scoffed when he stayed silent. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought I was doing the right thing, my love."

"So Zoya can handle it and I can't?"

"For the millionth time," he groaned, "I don't care about Zoya."

"I only care about you and I know you can handle it. I just didn't want you to. You deserve happiness and peaceful life and I know it's impossible to have in this saints' forsaken country but I can at least try." His eyes lowered in shame and his confession sent a pang through your heart. You took a moment to take in what he said.

Never had you thought about the possibility of Nikolai's distance was a form of protection. You were a soldier of the Second Army, after all. But being a queen, especially a Grisha one, was a delicate thing.

It was the first time in history that something like this happened. Nikolai's worries were not unfounded since even after the destruction of the Fold, anti-Grisha movements were spreading fast.

It was sad to see the General's attempt of assuring safety for Grisha, provoking exactly the opposite thing.

"Oh, Kolya," returning his grip, you leaned towards him, "I just want a life with you by my side."

"As do I. I want you always and forever but above all, I want you safe. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, you know it right?"

"I just ask that you tell me the truth and let me play the role I've been given."

"It's not going to be easy. People at court-"

"I know. That's why I'm here. Emil's been teaching."

"Well, no more. I'm going to take care of it from now on."

"Is this a promise or a threat?"

"Rest assured my love, the difference between the two is almost nonexistent." He flashed you a smirk and you couldn't help but smile at him. Here it was, your beloved Nikolai.

"Things are going to change, aren't they?" you murmured softly as he gently rested his forehead against yours.

"We're going to show everyone what a "power couple" is." Here was his promise. Sealed with the gentlest nudging of his nose to yours. The action made you smile and your heart soar. You missed these little moments of intimacy with him.

One of his hands came to cradle your face as the other kept hold of your left hand. Your rings softly clicked as they touched. A form of reassurance.

"I love you, y/n."

"And I you, Kolya."

You were completely lost in your little bubble, even more so when Nikolai's lips finally met yours, that you had forgotten where you were. And that there was an embarrassed Kirigin outside the door waiting for the right moment to come in with tea.

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iwaizumi was... overwhelmed, to say the least.

the past few days had been such a whirlwind of change that hajime could barely properly process, much less appropriately react to it all, so he behaved much like a zombie, saying yes when prompted, signing papers when told, and packing up what was his entire life for the past 11 months.

wow. iwaizumi collapsed on his bed as he scanned his now barren bedroom. he’d been here for almost a year and yet, all his belongings were in boxes within a couple of days.

hajime couldn’t keep the disbelieving chuckle from escaping his chest as he leaned back on his bed, dark brown eyes trained on the ceiling.

it felt like he’d spent such a large chunk of his life trapped in this house, under the foot of the woman who he thought he’d marry but in reality, he’d been in little leagues longer than he’d been in love.

iwaizumi scoffed and rolled his eyes. yeah, “in love”. it’d been about a week since his whole life started to unravel and he had hardly seen, let alone spoken to meiko throughout that entire time.

over text, she’d sworn up and down that she loved and cared about him but as she passed by him packing his things a few days ago, she’d barely spared him a second glance.

hajime wasn’t going to lie. it hurt. he’d opened his heart up to her, something he didn’t do easily, and she’d taken his trust and used it to twist him into her weapon.

he always believed he was stronger than this — he’d never forget his mother telling him so when he was younger. he had fallen and scraped his knee yet he refused to cry to keep from upsetting his mom. iwaizumi existed to live up to what his mother thought of him but here he was, completely enveloped in meiko’s shit, doing her dirty work and following her bidding like some mutt.

god, toorū was right. he really was her bitch.

“i could hear you thinking from down the hall, iwa-chan.” speak of the devil...

oikawa stood at his doorway, leaning against the frame with a posture that seemed relaxed at first glance but if you looked a little closer, you’d notice the tenseness in his shoulders and the tightness of his smile.

hajime quickly sat up on his bed before motioning for his old friend to enter. “uh, yeah,” he began, his voice cracking a little from disuse, “i have a lot to think about.”

the light haired brunette let out an understanding hum before wandering into the room, sharp observant eyes darting to look at all the empty walls. “looks like you’re all packed.”

“pretty much,” iwaizumi nodded before the room fell into an awkward silence, the two childhood friends completely avoiding one another’s eyes.

“look, i-“

“iwa-chan, i’m-“

they both paused for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound carrying into the hall and throughout the house.

hajime wiped a few stray tears from his eyes, shaking his head at their awkwardness. “you first, shittykawa.”

toorū gasped in halfhearted mock offense before quickly sobering up, training iwaizumi with a completely serious look. “i’m sorry and before you go on some bullshit, self sacrificing rant, you’re not the only one to blame for what happened to our friendship.”

he sighed while making his way to iwaizumi’s bed, sitting down gently beside him. “i should’ve known better, okay? i shouldn’t have let my jealousy and insecurities get in between us but i guess i got swept up in the attention, yknow? meiko is actually charming when she wants to be.”

iwaizumi nodded in agreement, knowing all too well how compelling meiko could be. the room fell into a more comfortable silence as both boys escaped into their thoughts, questions about the future of their friendship flitting throughout their minds.

“oh!” oikawa was pulled out of his own head at hajime’s exclamation, his eyes moving to observe his friend dig through his pockets to procure a thick white envelope. “here. i’d like you to give this yn.”

all toorū could do was nod, his brain short circuiting at the sight of iwaizumi’s apparent kindness to the woman he tormented for so long. “uh, what’s in it?” he ventured to ask, his soft hands toying with the sealed envelope flap.

a soft chuckle came from across the bed. “don’t be so nosy toorū, just give it to her, yeah?” oikawa rolled his eyes but obliged, the bed creaking as he stood to his feet.

“so... this is it, huh?” it was like the reality of the situation was just now sinking in — they hadn’t been close in a while but iwaizumi was still his best friend and he wasn’t quite ready to let him go.

they’d been through so much together, practically growing up together and now, they’d only see each other on holidays, if even then, and then he’d never be invited to hajime’s wedding as his best man as they’d planned and he also wouldn’t be the coolest uncle/godfather of iwa’s children and—

“fuck no,” hajime scoffed with a bright grin on his face. “thought you were gonna annoy me til the end of time shittykawa. don’t tell me you’re quitting your job now.”

the hidden meaning behind iwaizumi’s words brought tears to oikawa’s eyes and before he could stop himself, he launched his body into iwa’s arms. hajime hesitated, his hands stuttering at toorū’s sides as though he’d forgotten how to hug but the feeling passed, his arms winding around his friend’s lithe waist.

“‘m gonna miss you hajime,” oikawa’s voice came out as a broken whimper, his arms tightening around his shoulders.

iwaizumi hummed instead of responding, too afraid of his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. they stood there for a moment but the honk of the moving truck outside signaled the both of them of their limited time.

hurriedly, oikawa wiped the tears off his cheeks before waving awkwardly at iwaizumi as he left the room with a friendly, “don’t be a stranger.”

and then he was gone.

toorū finally allowed himself to collapse into sobs on his best friends empty bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he sat there and just let himself feel.

apparently, he wasn’t crying very quietly because it took only a few moments for you to find him, your soft footsteps alerting him to your presence. oikawa scrambled to wipe away what he knew was an unattractive mixture of tears and snot as you got closer.

you were one of the last people he wanted to see him like this.

“hey,” you whispered, standing a few feet away from him. “um, i know this is probably a bad time but i just wanted to thank you for apologizing? back at the awards show?”

toorū sniffed as he looked up at you with confusion written on his face. “what? you shouldn’t thank me for apologizing. ‘s common courtesy.”

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “well, not always. so, thank you.” finished with your piece and not too keen on lingering where you weren’t wanted, you moved towards the door but were swiftly stopped before you got there.

“um, here. it’s from iwa-chan.” you gaped at the thick envelope oikawa was handing you before taking it and opening it, a low curse falling from your lips.

inside the package was a dense wad of cash, more money than you’d seen in months. accompanied with it was a letter, written in beautifully loopy handwriting.

you shut it quickly before oikawa could see, stuffing the envelope deep within your pocket where you could access it alone in the depths of your room.

“do you wanna come eat? last i heard, bokuto and tsumu were doing a cooking competition and i’m sure it’ll be fun to watch.” you were severely thrown off by the money and letter but you were determined to show toorū that you’d accepted his apology and were on your way to making amends.

he gave you a shy nod and trailed behind you to the kitchen, the loud sounds of fire and screaming coming from down the hall. you wanted to focus on the fun and merriment but the envelope was practically burning a hole in your pocket.

later that night, you finally got the chance to open the letter and read it, your former manager’s words bringing tears to your eyes.

dear yn,

i’m probably the last person you expected to hear from. you probably didn’t want to hear from me at all if i’m being honest and i don’t blame you. i know there is nothing i can say that could make up for what i’ve done to you but i’d like to try.

i’m sorry. those words don’t nearly express in and of themselves how truly remorseful i am but they needed to be said. there’s no excuse for how i treated you — not meiko, not my stress, absolutely nothing.

you deserved my common decency and respect and i didn’t give that to you. instead, i abused my position and made your life hell. i’ll never forgive myself for that.

uh, i bet you’re wondering what the money is? i promise i’m not trying to pay you off, it’s just all the money i’ve denied you since you moved here. i have a lot of wrongs to right and this is one of them.

sorry, i’m not very good with words but i just wanted you to know that i’m very sorry for everything that i’ve done. and i’m in no place to make demands or anything but i just wanted to ask if you’d keep an eye on oikawa for me.

he’s strong but he’s also vulnerable. he might be a pain in my ass but he’s my best friend and since i can’t keep him from drowning, i was wondering if you’d do that - not for me but for him.

anyways, this letter is shit but i suppose you get the gist. use the money for whatever you want and if you’re as unselfish as i’ve heard, you don’t owe me anything. you don’t owe me money, kindness, or forgiveness.

take care of yourself,

iwaizumi hajime

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so... this is it

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