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carolmunson · 2 years

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once bitten, twice shy (pbv!steve x f!thick reader)

finally, we made it. been writing this since october with breaks in between. if you're new to the pbv!steve universe (which is just an incredibly wealthy big money version of steve), i'd recommend reading 'peanut butter vibe' first.

here, steve invites his thick hottie bestie (you, who we're calling natalie because i HATE 'y/n') to his office holiday party. this fic has everything: sugardaddy!steve, casual dominance, office sex, unrequited love, some guy named rob -- anyway, enjoy. warnings/content prev: piv sex (protected), fingering/oral (f receiving), mentions of oral (m receiving) some angst/unrequited feelings, casual dominance, light spanking, office sex, sort of a 'boss' kink?? idk what to call it, rich people behavior, snide comments about thick!reader but not really about her body, some body descriptions but nothing wild, mentions of clothing sizes, lots of fluff, steve is a hot hot hottie throughout. little christmas light dividers by @newlips

“Is it fancy?” you ask, “I don’t really have anything to wear to a cocktail party.”

“I’ll take you to get something tomorrow,” he insists.

“I can buy my own dress, Steve,” you sigh, he can hear the eye roll through the phone.

“Yeah, yeah, everyone in Indiana knows you can buy your own dress, Manhattan, we get it,” Steve’s eye roll is even more audible than yours, “But you only have to get one because I’m asking you to come to this party. Let me get it for you.”

“Steve,” you scold, “No.”

“I have to finish shopping anyway — don’t you still have to finish getting gifts for your niece? We can go to the mall, two birds one stone!” he quickly adds. He hopes the thought of your niece’s tiny toes in some new little socks or a cute little outfit will soften you up.

“The mall is going to be a mess, Steve. It’s the weekend before Christmas,” you complain.

“We can go to a boutique or something,” he counters, determined to get you in a dress so you had no reason not to go to this party.

“Boutiques in Indiana aren’t making dresses for girls like me, Harrington,” you laugh, he doesn’t. He’s quiet for a moment until you hear his signature aggravated sigh come through the ear piece.

“You can just say you don’t wanna come,” his voice sounds slightly sullen, “Just wanted to show you the office, since you won’t get a chance to see it after I move.”

“It’s not that I don’t wanna come, Steve,” you say softly, “It’s just..it’s what it implies.”

“It doesn’t have to imply anything! Can’t you just come have fun with me? It’ll be so fun, I promise!” there’s a mild whine to his claim and you have to stifle a laugh.

Breaking News in Indiana: Poor little rich boy wants his big booty Barbie to play with at a party — throws minor tantrum when he might not get what he wants! "Fine, fine, Jesus Christ," you tease, "You're so annoying when you get whiny."

"So I'll pick you up in the morning? Is nine okay?" he asks, voice back to his regular charm. "Yeah, that's fine," you start, "Wait, we're not taking the Porsche to the mall, are we?" "Uh, yeah?" he replies, confused, "Did you want me to take a different car?" "Ugh, Steve that's so tooly," you moan, "You're such a tool."

"I'm about to uninvite you," he huffs, "Do you want me to buy you something pretty tomorrow or--" "I can buy my own dress," you yell over him. He lets out another aggravated sigh. "Tomorrow, nine, in the Porsche," he says finally, you hear the click of the dial tone as soon as he finishes speaking.

The Porsche rolls up at 8:58 and he knows better than to honk the horn, lest he wake your sister's newborn. Instead, he parks and walks up to the porch of your sister's house; knocking on the door and waiting for you with his hands clasped behind his back. When the door opens, he's surprised to see your mom behind it. She smiles, big and warm. She looks familiar, definitely a face in the stands at basketball games because your older sister Carly was a cheerleader. She was a senior when you were both freshman, before Steve was King Steve. "Oh, hi. You must be Steven," she whispers, when the door opens further he spots your little niece propped up high on your mom's chest, "I'm Maureen. Come in, come in. S'way too cold to be standing out here." "Thanks, thank you," he smiles, the kind of smile that makes mom's melt. Steve takes a step inside and your mom steps back, patting the baby's back to burp her. He wipes his shoes on the welcome mat and undoes the buttons on his Hugo Boss wool coat. His cashmere scarf hung loosely over his shoulders down his chest. "I've heard so much about you. Nat should be out in a second," heat blooming in her cheeks, "Make yourself comfortable." Maureen disappears into the kitchen but he can hear the gurgles of your niece and your mom's little titters to her. He leans on the back of the couch, the house smells like you and his heart swells. So this is what it looks like when you go inside after he drops you off. This is where you go when you're not with him. It feels like a secret he's not supposed to know. "Oh, hi, you're in my house," his eyes snap up when he hears your voice. His teeth shine through his smile, he waves with a leather gloved hand. "Good morning," he says, his voice is low and warm. Your heartrate speeds up when he says it. It's awkward when you walk up to him, unsure if you should hug or kiss on the cheek. It's normally never awkward, but you're always meeting at the bar or in his car. He's never been so...available at the first greeting. You don't want to kiss in front of your mom because then she'll have questions. She already asks too many about Steve to begin with. He scans you, your white sweater and jeans, square toe brown boots on your feet. You reach for a black parka on the coat rack and a scarf that he recognizes as a polyblend. He makes a mental note to get you a cashmere one when you're not paying attention. "Good morning," you reply, shrugging the coat on and tossing the scarf around your neck sloppily. He walks towards you, tutting while he does, reaching out to flip your hair out from under the scarf. He readjusts the material so it lays neater against you, tucked in and under the jacket so you actually stay warm. "Gonna freeze if you don't wear it right," he sing songs, shaking his head while he works. "Okay dad," you roll your eyes, swatting his hands away when he goes to zip up your coat, "I can do it." You don't zip your parka up, instead you peek your head into the kitchen and whisper a quick goodbye to your mom and your niece. Maureen appears with the baby again and says a motherly goodbye and 'Merry Christmas' to Steve. "It's very nice to finally meet you, Maureen," he almost flirts, "Have a Merry Christmas." She winks at you when he turns towards the door, mouthing a very enthusiastic 'He's cute.'

You have half a mind to say, 'Yeah, he knows. That's what's so infuriating.' But you think it, instead. You opt to mouth a simple 'Stop,' at her before following him outside towards the car. "You're mom's so sweet," he says when he gets to the side walk from your porch, hand immediately coming out to support you down the icy steps, "Careful." "There's a railing," you explain, using him for support, "It's there so I don't fall." "Well, you're holding my hand anyway, so," he shrugs. You bristle at his coolness, always so slick even when it's innocent. He's so hateable, it's almost unfair how excited he makes you. "As I was saying," he starts again when you make it to the end of the stairs, "Your mom's so nice." "Maureen? Yeah, she's a sweetie," you agree when you get the passenger door. He reaches past you to open it, and in doing so has you chest to chest with him. He lingers there for a moment, looking at you down the slope of his nose. He cocks his head, eyes a little hard, lips pulling into a smirk. "So what happened to you, then?" he teases, lips dangerously close to yours. You catch your mom peaking out of the living room window and sink down into the open door onto the leather seat. "Shut up," you huff, "You're not funny." "I'm so funny," he corrects, shutting the door, appearing on the drivers side moments later. "The stores don't open for at least an hour," you say, buckling into the seat, "Why'd you wanna leave so early?" "Thought we could get breakfast first," he shrugs, looking your over in the passengers side. He bites his lip, eyes flitting from your thighs to your face, "You look nice."

"It's nine in the morning Harrington, keep it in your pants," you shove his shoulder and he grins while he puts his attention back on the road, pulling forward away from the sidewalk. "It's 9:07 actually," he says, aloof, hand resting on your inner thigh once he had his bearings on the road infront of him, "You're so warm." "Perks of big thighs, I guess," you shrug, "You're wearing gloves though, I think that helps." "Nah, your thighs are just warm," he grins again, "Haven't had to buy ear muffs for the last five years cause'a them."

"You're so gross," you turn to him as you say it, exasperated. The car rolls to a stop at a redlight and he turns to look at you. "I'm so gross, huh?" he asks, leaning in. His hand floating from your thigh to under your chin. The leather is smooth on your skin, you can smell his cologne as he moves closer, "S'that why you want me to kiss you so bad?" "I think you wanna kiss me so bad," you tease back. His lips catch yours, fingers gently wrapping around your jaw as they do. The leather sinks into your full cheeks, flush from the cold and the way his mouth fits against yours. His nose bumps your cheek and your ungloved hand finds his, you can feel the smoothness from his shave this morning. Smell his moisturizer, his shaving cream. Taste the mint from his mouth wash in your mouth. A soft hum leaks from your chest and you feel him smile into the kiss before he breaks away, the light turning green against the white cloudy sky. "You're right, I did wanna kiss you so bad," he admits. His hand falls right back on your thigh, hitting the gas to pull onto the highway.

You'd been at it for a couple of hours now, store after store, the mall littered with families and screaming children. "We can go to the west wing. I don't know why you keep avoiding it," he chides. He puts all the shopping bags you've both already accumulated into the hand furthest from you, offering you the empty one. You take it, your other hand empty since he wouldn't let you carry your own bags. "That's the nice part of the mall," you say, "I don't want to spend that much on a dress for one night."

"Then it's a good thing you're not spending any money on it," he smiles. "Steven," you chide, "Enough, pl--" "Don't use that voice with me. I told you a thousand times I want to get you something pretty. So we're getting you something pretty," he urges, "Let's go." The west wing has all the fancy stores in it. Luxury brands, far stretches from Kay Jewelers and JC Penney. You aren't sure if they even carry your size in stores like this, but maybe you'll be surprised. It's not long before he has you in a dressing room, working with the attendants and tossing dress after dress in behind the curtain. Steve sits on one of the waiting area couches with the rest of the men. Your purse and coat is on his lap, the shopping bags resting between his feet. You poke your head out after the fourth dress, looking for an attendant but they're all busy. He notices your nervous face and waves to get your attention. "Need help?" he asks. You flush. "Can you get this zipper for me? It's not a side zipper so I can't reach," you ask. He nods, slinging your purse over himself with the cross body strap, asking the guy next to him to watch the bags with a quick 'Would you mind, chief? Thanks a million.' He comes up to the curtain and sees the front of the dress, red bursting to his cheeks, tinging his ears, "Good fucking lord." "Oh stop it," you blush back. You turn around and zips up the dress, some resistance meeting at the top. You walk closer to the mirror and inspect yourself, scrunching your face at your reflecting. "You don't like it?" he asks with a frown. "It's just not me," you shrug, "It's a little tight, and I don't want to be thinking about that the whole time, y'know?"

He nods, looking over his shoulder to see a dress on the 'put away' rack, dark green and off the shoulder. The style a mix between Herve Leger and vintage Dior. "Ma'am," he calls out when he sees an attendant walk by, "Would you mind pulling that dress for me? The green one?" She scans her hand over the rack and points at it, reading out the size. "That's perfect, actually," he smiles, that winning Harrington smile that makes the girls melt, "Thank you." "You're very welcome," she says sweetly, posture straightening when she brings it over. You peak back out and he turns you around to start the zipper down on the number you'd just tried on. "You look so good in green, try this one," he says, passing it to you, "Very Hawkins High." You hold it up in front of you and consider, it's a bodycon but still somehow classic looking. A velvet piece that you wouldn't have picked out yourself. "Hm, okay, I'll try it," you say, turning to him with a furrowed brow, "Now get out, perv." He smiles, closing the curtain carefully and retreating back to the couches, "Thanks for watching the bags, man." The guy smiles, "Us husbands gotta look out for each other, right?"

Steve bites his lip in a toothy grin, nodding, "Yeah, for sure."

"How long you been married?" he asked. "Few years," he lies, it's fun to lie when people have asked about you before. He'd get comments every now and again at Porter's, have chats with bar stoll warmers about you like you'd been together forever. "Few years? You look like babies," he laughs, the gray smattered in the man's hair shines in the pristine white lights of the store. "When you know, you know," Steve shrugs. The man nods, "They do say that, don't they? Well, I'll give ya a little advice. Fifteen years down the line, here -- they aren't lying when they say 'happy wife, happy life'. So just, y'know, do whatever she says and you're golden." "Great advice, honey," a woman's voice coo's above them. Steve sees her Vivienne Westwood shoes first, head tilting up to see a very expensive woman in front of him. She has a few dresses in her hand that he immediately stands up and takes from her. "Merry Christmas, kid," he says while they head out, the wife nods toward Steve in acknowledgement and he gives them a small wave. "Oh Steve, this is it, this is the one," you say, stepping out of the dressing room with the dress in your arm, the 'no's' in the other. His shoulders slump, "You didn't even let me see it."

"It'll be a surprise. You'll see it tomorrow night," you smile. He instinctively gets up and takes the dresses you don't want to hang up them for you on the rack. You exchange them for your purse and jacket, scarf previously abandoned in a shopping bag. "You all set to go? You have any other shopping you wanna do?" you ask.

"Hmm," he thinks, "Let's stop by jewelry first."

"Something for your mom?" you ask, putting your parka back on. "Something for you," he says, "To go with that dress."

"No, no, I have jewelry at home. I'll ask my mom if I can borrow something," you wave your hand off at him while you walk out of the dressing area and back into the store together. "Hey, hey," he shushes you, raising his neck to look into your eyes, "Let me spoil you a little, okay?"

"You already got me a new scarf and gloves," you say earnestly, "It's too much, Steve."

"You needed a new scarf and gloves," he says knowingly, "Let's get you a necklace to go with that dress, hm? You need shoes, too?" "I'm drawing the line at shoes," you warn, putting your purse over yourself while you walk through the beauty section, "I brought plenty of shoes with me."

He shrugs, "Suit yourelf."

Monday night comes quicker than expected, but you'd stayed the night at Steve's after shopping, only to wake up in the late morning with him the next day. You'd been up late fucking mercilessly wrapping gifts with each other, teaching him how to curl ribbon, watching him fold wrapping paper with obscene precision. The only reason you went home is because he had to go into the office to finish up some reports. You arrive around seven-thirty, a little late but still there, heels clicking on the marble floor of the lobby -- and there he is, waiting for you behind the turnstyles to the elevators -- suit jacket fitting him almost criminally.

"Fashionably late?" he teases, opening the side gate to let you through to him, "Everyone thinks my date stood me up."

"Oh, I'm sure your secretary will be so disappointed to know I'm here," you joke back.

"I don't fuck my secretary," he shakes his head, hitting the call button, "I fuck Rob's secretary. God, do you ever listen to me when I talk?"

Rob, Steve's work nemesis.

"Oh forgive me, there's so only many office flings I can keep up with," you say, stepping into the elevator. You take off your scarf from under your coat, revealing the necklace Steve bought you at the mall. He smiles to himself, seeing your adorned by his gifts. The scarf, the necklace, the gloves. He's excited to see the dress, it's all he thought about today. When you get the floor of the party, you wince a bit at the noise. It's rowdy, a lot of the men are already drunk. And boy is it, fancy. Men in suits, women is cocktail dresses in sky-high heels, hair in big blowouts with glowing gold and silver jewelry. You're suddenly thankful for the necklace Steve bought you. You'd been around your fair share of fancy in New York, but never really living it outside of your own work holiday parties. Sometimes you forget that this is Steve's day to day. "The actual offices are the next floors up, this is just our meeting hall. They really go all out, huh?" he smiles, "Let me bring you to coat check." On the walk to coat check you scan the room, it's decked out in gold and red. Ten foot Christmas trees sit in every corner, draped in garland, ribbon, and tinsel. Lights leaving a soft glow out of the floor to ceiling windows of the room. Intricately placed curtains of warm white christmas lights hang from the ceiling, dress the walls and windows. The room is a halo, glowing and warm. In the center of the room is the open dance floor, flanked by tables covered in white cloths -- drinks already littering them. Speakers boom top 40 and Christmas music, chatter and laughter booms over it.

"Here, let me get it," he says when you reach the coat check area, a little set up of a few racks with a sweet woman at a table, writing out tickets for you to keep track of for the end of the night. He undoes the buttons of your coat and you shrug it off slowly. His eyes round and he gulps, mouth going dry at the sight of you.

"Jesus Christ," he breathes out, pulling your coat back over you, "You can't be serious rigt now."

"What?" you ask, suddenly self concious, "Does it look bad?"

"No, oh my god, no, it's..." he pulls your coat away again and sucks in a sharp intake of breath, "If I knew you were gonna look like this, I wouldn't have let you wear it here. Can't have everyone looking at you when you're here with me."

He looks you over, the way your breasts sit in the sweetheart neckline, how tightly it clings to your curves, the shape of your hipes, the outline of your belly in the fabric. He licks his lips, knowing he's not strong enough to see you from the back just yet.

"God damn," he shakes his head, "You're gonna kill me." "Well, you look very handsome too," the compliment is genuine but it doesn't register for him. He's busy looking at your glossed lips, the necklace places perfectly above your chest, the smell of your perfume. He licks his lips and your words finally hit him, so does the feeling of the fabric of your coat in his hands. "Th-thank you," he smiles, "Thanks." He checks your jacket and gives the lady at the table a $20 even though the coat check is free. Waiters walk around with hor d'ourves and drinks and he reaches for the champagne flutes, nodding to you to see if you want one. "It's kind of chilly, is there coffee or anything?" you ask, running your hands over your arms. "There's hot toddy's," he says, "They're by the bar but you don't like whiskey."

"I can pretend to like it for right now," you smile, he smiles back, placing his champagne flute on a table that he'd been sat at earlier, your name card placed on the seat next to him. He takes your hand and leads you to the bar, running his own hands over arms to warm you up while you wait behind a small line of people.

"This is pretty," you tell him, "Looks like everyone is having a good time."

"Half of these guys have been drinking since four," he laughs a little, "I'd hope they're having a good time."

"Oh, Harrington, is this her?" you hear a gruff voice ask. Steve's arm sling protectively around your waist at the sound. "This is she," he says back, he presents you like a trophy to him. His best Vanna White while he scans a hand over you to show you off. "Rob Delaney," he smiles, a smile that rivals Steve's, and offers his hand. He is devilishly handsome, no wonder Steve hates him so much, "You must be the girl that's got Harrington running to the big city."

"I think it's the pay raise that has him running to the big city, but thank you," you giggle, shaking his hand. It's a firm shake, a businessman's shake. You feel the chill of his gold pinky ring brush against your skin. "Pretty thing like you got a name?" he flirts, you feel Steve pull you closer, his hand splaying at the curve of your waist. Your face heats up at the feeling, knowing he doesn't like sharing you even though you weren't his to begin with. "Natalie," you smile. "Natalie," he repeats, giving you a once over, "Pretty name for a pretty girl." "Well, thank you," you say politely, letting go of his hand. He puts his own in his pants pocket, smiling at the both of you. "It's nice to meet you. Save me a dance, will ya?" he smirks when he asks.

"Don't know how free I'll be for a dance, Delaney," Steve replies with a tight voice, ffingers digging into the velvet of your dress, "She's kinda got me tied up all night. Maybe next time." Rob nods, biting back at snicker before walking away with his drink. "See, angel, this dress is dangerous," Steve says in your ear, you hold back from having your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling of his voice in your chest. He orders your hot toddy and a whiskey on the rocks for himself, you nurse it slowly back to the table -- the drink is strong and the food here is light. You feel lucky you ate dinner before you left or else this night would've been ten times more dangerous than the dress you were wearing.

An hour and two hot toddies later and you're chatty at the table with Steve's work friends. He glows while he watches you, the way you are able to blend in so seamlessly with everything. Like you've known these people longer than he has.

"And so I'm still on the phone after he puts me on hold for thirty minutes," you continue through gasps and giggles, the whole table is crying with laughter, "And -- and he comes back and is like, "Oh ma'am, I'm so sorry. Did you say L'Oreal? I thought this was the Oriole's marketing office!"

The table erupts in laughter, feet stomping, glasses clinking while men bang on the table. The women dab tears away with their napkins. Business talk, business jokes. Two big kids in their parents clothes again, at a fancy office party that they don't need to go to.

"Oh god," Steve's co-worker says, face red with liquor and laughter, "That is fuckin' marketing for you. I'm gonna go get a drink, you all want another round?" The group at the table nods, but Steve waves off a no for both of you. 'Last Christmas' flows through the speakers and some people have found their way to the dance floor. He takes the hand resting on your lap and gives it a light squeeze to get your attention. "Hey," you say, turning towards him.

"Hey," he says back, thumb brushing your skin, "You wanna dance with me?" You blush, nodding when he stands up. He's almost too charming, who are you to say no to him.

“Happy Christmas, I wrapped it up and sent it — with a note saying I loved you, I meant it —” Steve mouthed along with the words dramatically, guiding you to the dance floor on gliding backwards feet. His hips swayed expertly — surprising since he didn’t strike you as much of a dancer. You saw him at many a homecoming dance, he was not incredibly impressive in the 80s.

“Now I know, what a fool I’ve been, but if you kiss me now, I know you’d fool me again,” he sings along softly while he pulls you into him. His hand presses against your lower back until you’re chest to chest, hips against his hips, holding your other hand outside the both of you. Your face burns in the low light, noticing the other couples on the dance floor — women with engagement rings and wedding bands, women introduced as ‘my girlfriend _____’ who would be fiancés soon.

“When did you get so good at dancing?” you ask, looking up at him.

“This year to save me from tears — been going to a lot of weddings — give it to someone special,” he explained through his soft singing, “Got good at dancing so I could pick up bridesmaids. What about you?”

You scoff at his answer before answering yourself, "I was always a good dancer, Steve."

"How was I supposed to know?" he shrugged. Hair falls in his face when he leans forward to brush his nose against yours, his tell that he wants to kiss you.

"Should've danced with you at prom," he mumbles, resting his forehead down on yours.

"I didn't go to prom," you smile, moving your head on his chest, "Wasn't really my thing." His hand travels from your lower back to just below your shoulder blades, holding you while you both sway in time with the music.

"What'd you do instead?" he asks, you can't help but giggle and he can feel it in his chest.

"Ugh, it's embarrassing," your face burns while you nuzzle into the lapel of his jacket.

"It was years ago, c'mon," he urges, “Tell me.”

You look up at him and scrunch your nose, “I let Eddie Munson take my V-card that night.”

Steve gasps, you want to punch him in his perfect teeth.

“Right on his stained mattress at his uncle's,” you laugh and scrunch your nose harder.

“Oh, no…” he laughs, a twinge of jealously plucks in his chest, “Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson?”

“I mean he was a different kind of freak for me,” you shrug and Steve presses you even closer, feeling your breats and tummy squish against him. Warm and soft.

“Any good?” he asks, trying to make it casual. But even if it was so long ago, he had to know. "Good for seventeen," you shrugged, "And eighteen, and nineteen, and twenty. Then Corrded Coffin took off and he left."

"So you kept fucking him when you'd come back for breaks?" he laughs.

"It's a long winter break, Harrington," you explained, "I had a life before you, y'know."

"Yeah, but, was it a good one?" he squints when he asks, so you know he's joking. You roll your eyes at him, anyway. While George Michael wails, Steve can't help himself while looking at you in the low light. His body so close to yours he could barely breathe correctly. His hand skates up the the top of your back to your neck, pulling you in for a kiss that only both of your lips understand. Sharing secrets with eachother through clicks of spit, soft breaths, and swipes of tongue. If it weren't for the hot toddies, you'd never let him kiss you like this with people around. When you break away, he's breathless. "You look so good tonight," he confesses, the hand holding yours leaving to meet your cheek, "Can't stop lookin' at you." "Well thank you for the dress," you smile, "It's all you."

"Fits you like a glove," he smirks, "No lines or anything."

You blush but he can't tell, "Well I'm not wearing anything under this so that's why."

Steve chokes, sputtering, astounded at how you can say that to him so casually. The whole time he's had his hands on you, it's only been this flimsy velvet fabric keeping him from feeling your skin. All night you've been naked under this -- and you're just telling him now?

"Uh -- um," his voice cracks, "Do you uh, um, you wanna see my -- um, my office?" "I don't know, is it interesting?" you ask with a laugh. His hands skate down to your ass, the whiskey in your system tells you its okay when he lets his palms roam the mass of it. "Can make it so interesting for you," he says, lips brushing yours, "So, so interesting."

His hands and lips are on you the moment you step into the elevator and the doors close. His tongue runs a flat stripe over your collar bone, over the twenty four karat gold chain around your neck, following your jugular until he gets to your job.

"Your quarterly review came in," he murmurs in your ear, hand skating up your dress to tease you. Fingers brushing over your inner thighs, creeping slowly upward while you whine, "It's abysmal."

The doors ding open and he pulls you by the hand down the hall to the corner office. The windows show off the Indianapolis skyline, buildings glittering from floor to ceiling. There were packing boxes littered around, leather chairs and a couch cross from his desk for meetings. A bar cart left abandon in the corner with a large oak desk in the center. "Abysmal?" you reply innocently while he shuts the door behind you, "Does that mean I'm gonna get fired?"

He finally gets a good view of you from behind and bites his fist bringing the other hand down hard with a loud CRACK! against your ass. He smirks to himself with you yelp. "It might," Steve sinks down into the chair behind his desk, beckoning you over with a finger.

“Wanna keep your job?” he asks with a sly smirk, the authority building in his chest.

“Yes, Mr. Harrington," you playfully whisper. "Then show me," he sighs, reaching for his belt. The clink of the metal on the buckle being undone sent a shiver through you. He stayed relaxed in his office chair, pulling out his length to pump it lazily in his fist.

"Don't be such a tease," he scolds while you stand there, gaping at his cock, feeling behind you to twist the lock on the door.

"Steve! You can't just -- you're at work!" you gasp, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise.

"You just locked the door," he shrugged, "They're all downstairs, c'mon just -- please, come suck my dick. It's already out."

“You’re insane,” you laugh, “We have to go back out there eventually, Harrington.”

“I promise I won’t mess up your makeup,” he pleads, a soft grunt escaping his lips while he quickens his pace on his cock.

“So, I suck your dick,” you start, walking slowly back towards his desk, “And what do I get?”

“Baby, in that dress, you can have anything you want,” he gasps as he runs his thumb over his leaking tip, watching your hips sway while you continuing your slow strut toward him.

“Want me to fuck you instead?” he asks, “God, fuck, bend over the desk. I’ll fuckin’ give it to you.”

“Very forward, Mr. Harrington,” you coo, slowly reaching for the hem of your dress, “Can I keep my job if I let you fuck me?” "Keep your job?" he pants while you bend over in front of him, hem slowly rising over your thighs, "Give you the whole--whole fucking c-company." Your dress slips over the curve of your ass, legs taught and flexed while balancing your weight on your tall heels.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispers while he stands, still fucking his fist while he does it, "Your body's just...shit, you're so...I wish you could see how you look."

He clumsily reaches for the middle drawers on the side of his desk, hastily fishing into a half empty box of condoms. You can't stifle the laugh that bubbles out of your chest, "How many people are you fucking in here, Steve?"

"Shh, just shut up," he huffs while he quickly works the latex over his shaft. "Well excuse me," you murmur, bracing yourself while he puts one hand on your hip. The other dips between your legs, pressing against your entrance. "You nice and wet for me?" he asks gently, soaking his fingers in his mouth and coating your opening with a mix of your slick and his spit. "Y-yeah," you say breathily, rocking back onto his hand. Steve smirks, feeling your walls puff and twitch as his touch. You feel his length slide between your thighs, hand guiding his tip to drag across your folds, parting them as he pushes in just an inch or two. You hiss at the intrustion, you were wet but not relaxed. The let downs of not having enough time for foreplay. He runs a calming hand down your back over your dress. "Sorry, I'm sorry," he soothes, "I'll go slow." You feel his hips slowly pull out and push in again, coaxing your walls to start accomdating him. You part your legs a little, the arch in your back matching the porn stars in 'SLUTS AND CEOS XXX' videos you were sure Steve had seen before. Slickness builds between your legs while he pushes his hips in and out again, more and more of his length getting sucked in. You hear him groan when it gets all the way to the hilt.

"So tight..." he grumbles. It was almost uncomfortable for him, he knew you were turned on enough, "You feeling okay?"

"Yeah, sort of," you nod, wincing, "Hurts a little."

"Sorry," he apologizes again while running a hand through his hair, "Lemme...hm..." You hiss again when he pulls out, looking back to see him get to his knees while his hands grip your thighs. Steve just goes for it. His tongue immedately making contact with your entrance. "Steve, oh..." your eyes roll back when he parts your lips with his thumbs, tongue gliding forward to your clit while his fingers find home inside of you. "There we go," he chuckles darkly, "Did she just need a little somethin' extra from me?" "Oh, shit, that's so good," you whisper, covering your mouth to stop your whimpers escaping from under his office door. His fingers pumped like pistons inside of you, teasing your g-spot just enough to get you dripping down your thighs. "Think it'll be okay now?" he asks, his hand meeting your hip while he gets back to full height. "Mhm," you gulp when you feel his head push in, and then the rest of him. Much easier this time around. "Fuuuuck, me," he groans, his hips rolling in steady thrusts against you. You cover your mouth harder, moans caught in your throat, in your palm, threatening to ricochet of the high ceilings of his office. "Better, baby? That feel good?" he asks, his voice clouded behind breathy grunts. You were still tighter than normal, and while that was great, he'd fucked you enough times to know when something wasn't working. "Really good, Steve," you whine through gritted teeth. His speed picks up, the skin of his thighs clapping loudly against the backs of yours. Steve's thrusts are shallow, hitting deeper and deeper until you're on the toes of your heels. "Look--oh fucking fuck--Look back at me," he pleads, "Wanna see you." You oblige and he sighs at the sight of you, reaching forward to move your hair away from you, "So pretty for me."

Steve never looked at the girls he was fucking in his office. It was always just to get off, to feel good after a rough meeting. To let off some steam after his underlings fucked up yet another sale. New secretaries, mail girls, office assistants, you name it -- all he had to do is wink and they'd be bent over his desk by lunch. "I'm close," he admits with a blush, "S'just...mmm fuck, s'what you do to me." "That's okay," you smile, his hand reaching forward again to touch your face. "Been hard since you fuckin'--oh shit, Christ--since you got here," his brows are furrowed while he watches you. Swollen wet lips letting out soft moans while he pumps into you. God, he'd do anything to keep you like this -- wet and ready for him. You catch his hand, pressing kisses to his fingertips, eyeing him mischeviously while you do it.

"D-don't, you're gonna m-make me---" he warns, another groan taking over while you slip his first and middle finger into your mouth. Sucking expertly, your lipstick smearing on his knuckles. "J-just need s-something in your mouth, hm?" his face contorts, brows furrowing while he clamps his eyes down. Whatever authority he had in his voice falls into boyish whines when your tongue swirls between his fingers. It's a sensation he didn't know he'd like so much, having his fingers sucked on while he was buried inside you. Something about the warm wetness of your mouth. The dirtiness of it. The way you'd wink at him while you did. He took his fingers out with a sharp inhale of breath, trying to stave off his orgasm. Instead, he uses them to wrench your hair back, your chest arching off the desk. The sound of your cry would definitely be heard a few doors down if anyone else was around. You involuntarily clench down on him, gushing. "Oh I see, you want me to be a little mean?" he asks against your neck, open palm coming down against your ass again, "Put you in your place?"

"In my p-place? Please. I thought I was getting the whole c-company?" you ask slyly, turning back to face him against the hold in your hair, "Isn't that what you promised...?"

You raise your eyebrows at him, mocking his own approach to the edge, mouth gaping. "Isn't that what you p-promised, Mr. Harrington?"

He gasps, hips stuttering while his grip in your hair slacks and clutches your shoulder. Gutteral groans flow from his throat, a string of expletives pour from his mouth. Gasps of phrases like, "My little office whore...fucking Jesus, my perfect girl...Pretty -- oh god -- pretty baby..." Steve slows his thrusts to nothing, heaving his breaths until they steady and leaning forward to rest his forehead on your back. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, "You didn't..." "I didn't," you shake your head, "But it's okay."

"It's not okay," he says while pulling out, carefully removing the condom and tossing it in the trash can under his desk. "Gross, Steve," you admonish, standing up. You adjust your dress while turning to face him and he frowns, "Someone has to clean that up."

"Don't put your dress down, let me --" he reaches for the hem, but you stop him.

"Steve, it's fine. We have to go back downstairs, they're gonna know you're missing," you smile while you say it, "They're loving you down there."

"I'll make it up to you later," he promises, pressing a soft kiss against your lips, "Wake up all the neighbors when we get home tonight."

"Whatever you say, Harrington," you roll your eyes while you get to the door, clicking the lock. You both make your way to the bathroom when you leave his office, making quick work of cleaning up. He waits for you against the wall across from the door, your purse in his hand. "Hi," he smiles, when you exit, "Missed you."

You scoff, reaching for your purse and fishing out a compact to touch up your lipstick and powder. He walks next to you while you touch up, arm slinging around your waist while he does.

"You're gonna make me mess it up," you say, swiping a line of color over your lips. "I already messed it up back there," he shrugs while the elevator doors ding open, "What's a second time?" He pushes you up against the elevator wall when the doors close behind you, "Or a third time?" You hum into his kiss, hungry and touchy, feeling yourself swell between your legs.

Another drink and an hour on the dance floor later and you're back at the table while the guys chat with cigars on the opposite side of the room. Steve stands with a hand in his pocket, cocky and confident, while he talks with his work friends -- you're sure about something he doesn't really care about. Mergers and acquistions.

"He sent Rob's secretary three dozen roses as a goodbye gift," one of the women at the table behind you said to another. "Oh, you know he just did that to piss him off," her friend replied, "Muffy told me she doesn't even like him like that. It's all been for fun."

"He told her to come visit him in New York any time," she shrugged, "But he stopped sleeping with her earlier this month cause he said he's got himself a girl in the city."

"Can't believe he's going to New York for some girl," she complains, "He stopped flirting with everyone. But you know what? Good riddance, he's fucking boring now. Hot but boring." "It's not the girl he brought tonight, right?" the other woman asks, "That's gotta be a friend from school or something. She's not very New York looking, pretty home grown if you ask me."

It doesn't bother you, but your shoulders tense a little. In your own little world with Steve was one thing, but to hear people confirm your slight fears about what the future could hold was another. You couldn't deny the sinking feeling in your chest every time you remembered he was moving to New York. Moving into your life in a way you'd never had him before. Disrupting the whole life you built there by yourself, a place you've been able to call home without anyone from your real home to bother you. 'Got himself a girl', since when? Weren't you just having fun? Before you can get too lost in your thoughts, he's coming towards you with your coats in his arms, holding yours out in front of him. "You wanna get outta here, baby?" he asks, there's a slight slur to his words that makes you laugh. "Sure," you smile. You hear a soft 'Oh, shit,' come from the table behind you. "You need me to find a phone to call for a car?" you ask him. He shakes his head, "No, they'll call one for us downstairs." You put on your coats, led around for a flurry of goodbyes before heading back into the elevator to the lobby. He takes your hand immeidately, leading you to the front desk to ask for a car before taking you outside to wait. "You have fun?" he asks, pulling you in to hold you, protecting you from the cold. "Oh, a lot of fun," you smile, "You brought your dancin' shoes, for sure." "Had to, since you're so nice to dance with," he smiles, hands dropping from your arms to laces fingers with yours. You smile, but he notices there's something off about it, not as genuine, "You okay?"

"Oh yeah, yeah, fine," you shake your head, "Just thinkin'."

"Yeah, I've been thinkin' too and um..." he starts, looking down, brows furrowing, "Thinking about you and uh--"

"What did you mean the other night, on the phone? When you said 'It's what it implies'?" he asks, thumb gliding idly against your gloved hand. One of his co-workers came bumbling through the revolving door, eyes glazed over with the buzz of alcohol. You dropped his hand before whoever this was could register it, embarrassment buzzing through you. If the women were talking about you, you couldn't imagine what the men were saying.

"Hey man, goodnight -- good to see you and uh -- yeah g-good luck if oh, shit I'm so fucked up dude -- good luck if I don't see you," he slurred, pulling Steve in for a hug. "Thanks, Jack. Easy there, buddy," Steve rolled his eyes at you from over his shoulder before he let go, "You're not driving tonight, right?"

Jack shakes his head and laughs, leaning against are large stone sqaure pillar. His eyes semi-follow the figure of a beautiful woman in a maroon dress pushing through the revolving door.

"Jack, let's go," she calls, like a mother to a son. She waves him over with her clutch, engagement ring glinting in the buildings facades.

"That's my ride," he smiles, stumbling over to her. They take eachother's hand and she offers an apology over her shoulder, saying goodnight to Steve and smiling at you.

"Sorry about that,” Steve says apologetically, reaching for your hand again, “You we’re saying.”

“Just that,” you stuttered, unable to find the right words to say to explain it, “I don’t know Steve. I’m not like — I don’t — This isn’t — ugh..”

“Take your time, Manhattan,” he teases. You don’t want to hurt him, especially not when he smiles at you like that.

“Bringing me here,” you start, “In this dress you bought me, in this necklace. Dancing with me, taking me to your office. It’s making people think we’re together.”

“Are we not?” Steve asked, his brows furrowing, “Cause I thought that — like, we talked about — have you been sleeping with other people?”

“No, Steve, I haven’t,” you shake your head, keeping your voice calm, “But I’m not going around telling people that you’re my boyfriend.”

Steve’s face drops a little, some pink rising in his cheeks that isn’t coming from the cold, “Oh.”

“I thought you liked me,” Steve confessed, “That you, y’know — that you wanted me. That you liked me the way I like you.”

“I do like you, Steve,” you tell him, your hand resting on his chest, “But what if this isn’t what you really want? What if this is just fun for now?”

"I mean, I -- I uprooted my whole life for you," Steve argues, "I'm moving to New York in a week and a half."

"I didn't ask you to do that for me. You wanted to do something new," you calmly explained back, "I said I thought it would be a good idea."

"You said we could try it for real..." his voice got weak, caught in his throat. Steve's amber eyes rounding while he looks at you, how the street lights dance across the jewelry he bought you, the gloss on your lips.

"When you got there," you corrected, "And what if you get there and that's not what you want anymore? There's a lot to offer guys like you in the city, Steve. It's a totally different world than the one I'm living in."

"I can bring you into it with me," he pleads, hands sneaking under your coat and finding your waist.

"Steve..." you say knowlingly, your shoulders sinking. Your fingers reach up and brush his hair out of his face, delicately following the line of his cheek.

"Nat, please, I..." his voice trails off when he realizes what he's about to say. You watch his Adam's apple bob while he swallows the words.

"Don't say it," you whisper softly, shaking your head, "You don't mean it."

A cab finally pulls in, and you take a glance at it over your shoulder. "I'm gonna go home, okay?" you ask. You turn to pull out of his hold, but he pulls you in desperately.

"Natalie..." disappointment soaks your name when he says it, "Just -- c'mon. We can forget this whole conversation. Please, come home with me."

You shake your head no.

"Please?" he begs, pulling you a little closer to him, "Please?"

You lean in to kiss him, taking him all in. His cologne, the way his lips taste, the way he moves his hands from your waist to your jaw. He wants to keep you there forever, pausing his life for however long it took to get bored of how our lips feel against his. He doesn't think there's a time when he will.

You break away when the cab beeps, brushing your nose against his like he does to you, "I had a really nice time."

"Me too," Steve kisses your forehead, swallowing the lump in his throat when he accepts that you're not staying the night, "Call me a little later? So I know you made it in okay?"

"Of course," you promise. It hurts to look at him like that, tears shining in his eyes that he’s trying to blink away.

“Goodnight Steve,” you smile with your lips closed, afraid that if you open them you’ll never stop talking about all the things you’re afraid to talk to him about.

“Night,” he says while you turn to hurry towards the cab. As it drives away, you see him wipe at his nose and shake his head, crossing his arms tightly around himself to protect him from the cold now that you weren’t there to keep him warm.

Steve watches the cab leave with a lump in his throat, sniffling hard enough that the cold air burns the back of his throat. There's no way in hell you don't love him back, he thinks. There's no fucking way. When the red lights from the back of the cab disappear onto the city streets he turns back into the lobby, Last Christmas plays again softly over the speakers like it's mocking him. The tinny layments bouncing off the marble floor and back into his ears, down to his chest where his heart thumps painfully. Rob, and his secretary Muffy, stumble out of the elevator bank drunk with giggles and empty champagne flutes. He catches Steve walking towards the security desk and lets out a hearty laugh. "You goin' home alone Harrington?" he asks with a grin, "Shoulda let me know, would've brought your friend along. Three's company, huh?" Steve's jaw ticks but he ignores him, letting the gush of cold air soothe over his mixture of sadness and frustration while Muffy and Rob open the door. His shoes click on the marble as he approaches the desk, the music taunts him as he does it. 'A face of a lover with a fire in his heart, a man undercover but you tore me apart...'

"Can I help you with anything else, Mr. Harrington?" the attendant asks. Steve sighs, the breath comes out in a shudder, "Would you mind calling me another cab?" "Right away," he says warmly. Steve appreciates the kindness, he wishes he got the man a goodbye card. The sound of the phonecall for the car is muffled as Steve thinks about how it felt to dance with you, the warmth of your skin, your giggles at the mall, the way you kissed him goodmorning in his bed earlier. He swallows, tears pooling in his eyes. 'But the very next day, you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special. Special -- someone --' "Car should be here shortly."

"Thanks man, thanks so much," Steve says without turning around to face him. He wipes at his eyes with gloved hand, heading back into the cold to wait for the cab.

Alone.

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actuallyevilgay · 9 months

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The Apathy (Part 4)

Astarion x Male Reader/Tav

DNI if you are a minor. Dead dove don’t eat. Please read my about before replying. Content: Astarion x Male tav, this is post epilogue.

Summary: Astarion learns the details about Tav's encounter with the guards. Tav continues to work at Jilvy's tavern, trying really hard. Reminders: Astarion is the vampire ascendant, Tav is not a heroic figure. Contains headcanons for several characters, contains headcanons for illithid brain alteration but not evolving. Tav uses daggers and magic. Astarion is an Arcane Trickster Rogue. I created several npcs. Some Neverwinter lore is mentioned but might not be lore friendly. Content Warnings: Tav suffering from depression / ptsd, self-neglect. A/N: Read part 3 here. Current Part may be a bit shorter? Idk, been busy. If this updates slow, blame the holidays. If it updates often, it's because I have nothing else to do haha.

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‘’Three warm drinks, for our guests.’’ The watchshield guardswoman who previously announced a crime in the city square was now leading Astarion and his Bodyguards through a very prestigious looking building.

‘’He is on bedrest currently, unfortunately you’ll have to wait until he wakes.’’ She bowed her head to the disguised vampires, trusting that they were a band of adventurers eager to put their feet in the criminal case.

Astarion looked to Vand and Ty, who stood their ground for a moment as he sat down on a couch. Vand, who was the quiet one.. Remaining put. He stretched his legs and cracked his shoulders before resting his hands on his hips. Ty on the other hand was eager to keep up his excited Adventurer persona, plopping down on the couch next to Astarion Childishly.

‘’A warm drink sounds great, don’t you think so, boss?’’ He turned to Astarion who grinned. ‘’I Can’t wait, my body is aching for some precious warmth.’’ He wasn’t lying, he was speaking a simple truth. As their bodies did not produce warmth, the winter could be a little too distasteful for vampires, even the vampire ascendant himself.

There are several ways for vampires to gain some body warmth.. Linger around a heartfire, fight, travel around magma.. Friction through physical contact.. Or drinking blood from a living being. Whether it was thinking or unthinking. A warm beer or a hot drink could do the trick too, or sunlight immunity during the spring and summer.

‘’What’s a walking corpse to do in the winter?’’ Astarion jokes as they received their drinks. ‘’Dunno, freeze to death even more?’’ Ty joked back. There’s an awkward chuckle among the guards, even though they didn’t catch on that their guests were vampires. It was much more likely that it reminded them of the time neverwinter was partially overrun by undead. Something with a necromancer and curse.

The rivers around this place supposedly never froze, so long as the water was connected to the volcano in the distance. Natural hot springs existed nearby. Neverwinter did not mean neversnow necessarily. What’s a winter without snow if not a secondary fall?

Once the hot liquid got through his throat, Astarion cleared his breath when the guardswoman returned. ‘’He’s awake enough to answer your questions, though I doubt he’d say anything new.’’ The woman looked unsure, yet for the vampire lord nothing was certain. Any tidbit of clue towards Tav’s whereabouts was worth wringing out of these folks. To him, they were simply just walking vermin with heartbeats. He, a predator. And If the world feels threatened by your existence, who do you really trust? Certainly any adventurer eager to come through the door.. Or Blades for hire. What a simple world, ripe for the taking.

And as he had for quite a while now, through doors he walked with ease.

The guardsman didn’t seem as badly injured as the rest of the guards described him to be. Bandages covered the area of his stab wound, there were bruises… The most exceptional and noteworthy thing about his state was the bandage wrapped around his head. A concussion? Hmm. Hopefully this conversation would not be a headache.

Vand and Ty made their move to position themselves near the door of the infirmary room. Trying to seem less suspicious, Ty pretended to distract Vand with a blade trick.

‘’Don’t mind my friends, I’ve come here to ask about your attacker. There’s some things I need to know to track him down easier.’’ Astarion remained focussed.

The guardsman nodded. ‘’Forgive me, I may speak.. Slowly. He dropped a roof on my head.’’

‘’A roof you say?’’

‘’Yes, I was simply.. Renting a room. He broke in- and- …lunged at me with a hideous dagger!’’

‘’How did he drop a roof on you?’’

‘’How? I don’t.. Uh- There was a flash. Purple.. Pink? Light. Before I knew it he was gone as I was.. bleeding out under the rubble..’’

The guardsman proceeds to cough up some blood. ‘’Did a number on me.. Bastard.’’

The feeling this guard was giving him felt ominous, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep the friendly facade. ‘’Are you being fully honest with me?’’ Astarion’s disguised eyes looked at him with more intensity every second.

‘’Yes.’’

Astarion leaned forward, his voice became malicious. ‘’You don’t understand. You need to speak the truth. Tell me your real thoughts.’’ A charm spell flowed out through the spoken words, and before the guard could notice, it started taking effect.

‘’Some homeless trash.. Thought he looked like easy pickings- A monster. Blasted through the roof after- Ugh..’’

‘’After what?’’

‘’After I..’’ As the guard spoke in detail of what he attempted that night, Astarion’s cold blood boiled in fury. He was about to choke him.. Then- rationale calmed him down. He came here for information, so Killing had to wait. Just for a little bit.

‘’Describe him.’’

The guard’s description that followed was vague, it almost did not sound like Tav, until the following words fell from this pig’s lips. ‘’He looked dull, almost like a doll.’’ Once more the memory of Tav’s departure crawled back into Astarion’s head. He was about to crack. Oh no, no.. He was going to cave this pig’s skull in.

‘’Where did you store his weapon?’’

‘’It’s in the evidence collection chest, head guard’s quarters. Keeps discarded trinkets.. Like trophies.’’ With that answer given, Astarion gave a nod to his spawn. Ty immediately put on a joyful smirk, ‘’Enjoy your time, Master.’’ before going out the door and casting an invisibility spell on himself.

The charm spell put on the guard started to slowly wane, making the guard come to his senses. ‘’What the.. What are you- I did nothing wrong! What did you do to me?’’ Once more, he began throwing a coughing fit.

Astarion giggled, then chuckled, then laughed at the man. ‘’Oh, oh, oh. No.. No this won’t do.’’ His disguise self spell began to drop while he cracked his knuckles. He did some hand stretches to loosen up the building tension in his wrists.

‘’I’ve made a vow to punish every moron who dares to put their hands on the very few little things I genuinely care about.’’ A deep breath.. He put a foot on the bedrest.

‘’And,’’ With the click of his fingers, a knife of ice formed in his hand. ‘’I’ve not done anything to you yet.’’ He pointed it towards the man’s crotch.

The guard winced in response, realising what was about to happen to him. ‘’Hmm.. I can’t play with you here though.. Pity.’’ Astarion clicked his teeth, erasing the ice knife. ‘’What to do.. What to do..’’

A pause.

‘’How quickly do they bury their dead in neverwinter? You might make a fine freezing corpse..’’

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Did you think that was a nice, cozy little niche tavern? Well. It did have a rush hour. Jilvy wasn’t joking around when she put out a sign bringing her book club back. It invited customers to buy and read a specific book from a store next door, discussing its chapters openly in the tavern.

Customers still had to pay for their drinks and snacks, but for book club days especially, the amount of snacks and drinks required would pile up.. Not just that- Book club days had special menu items that would only be brought out to customers visiting that day.

You were sure you’re sweaty, even if the heat was not unwelcome. Despite Jilvy’s best efforts, you were prone to getting cold easily. Bad circulation and neglect does that to a body.

‘’Tav, Tav-’’ Jilvy tried to get your attention as you were rushing to get through the dishes.

‘’Tav- Please take a break. Thank you, but you really should lie down.’’ Her concerned voice hovered over you, putting the rapid wiping of plates to a halt. She climbed onto the counter so she could touch your forehead and take your temperature.

‘’You really should lie down in your bed, dear.’’

‘’Are you sure..? It’s a busy night.. I can handle myself.’’ A partial lie. You could certainly continue on, but handling yourself like that was going to end with a fainting spell sooner or later. While you finally could eat the correct amount of food to sustain yourself, your body wasn’t used to it anymore, leaving you with limited energy and bad constitution.

In truth, you wanted to keep working to keep your mind off the visions. Sleeping was something you could not do peacefully, at all.

Every Time you went to bed, it was a risk. You’d rather hide under the covers than sleep under them.

‘’Yes! If you’re ill, that is not good for business.’’

‘’It’s just a cold.. Let me clean a few more plates at least.’’ Your response was met with Jilvy’s motherly glare. When she looked like this, all you could think of was ‘’No but’s, and that’s that.’’ Because she never actually said the words. You just knew what it meant.

In defeat, you put the sponge and towels down, hanging your head.

‘’It’s not going to make me feel better.’’ You mumbled, moving past her.

You could swear Jilvy’s eyes burned into your back, but not with anger, only heartfelt worry.

A part of you felt a loathing for it, being pitied? Or being cared for?

No.. It was more like guilt. The stares of the tavern clients were more exhausting than Jilvy’s mothering banter ever would be. Jilvy cared about you, she definitely did. The customers might view you differently. You were just a face behind the counter, never striking conversations unless talked to. You were Jilvy’s little project to them. Something to whisper about.

When Gale, the wizard that came here a few days ago.. Started frequenting, you wondered why. He took a lot of time in preparing these insane presentations for the book club, making himself popular and driving more customers to return for the hours.

How long do Wizard holidays last? He certainly enjoyed his vacation. The troublesome encounter from his first arrival never made another appearance.

Gale never talked to you, he just glanced with a strange familiar expression whenever you handed him his drinks and snacks. There were times he wanted to try and make conversation, only to withhold whatever he was going to say to you.

Maybe he just thought you were attractive? Perhaps the friend he was trying to find liked book clubs, and staying here would have them wind up sooner or later.

As you head to the backroom and walk up the stairs towards the living area, you hear faint shuffling coming from a storage closet. A rat?

On tippy toes, you quietly walk over to open the closet. Nothing ordinary with it- yet a whisk of wind went past you, blurring your vision briefly.

‘’What the-’’ You could’ve sworn you heard footsteps just now.. No, it had to be the snow outside. The loud hail clattering against the window summoned all sorts of paranoia the night before. Like visions of blades clattering against each other, or a mere bristling of unsettling winds. A shiver ran down your spine as a result.

Your strength definitely did not last today either, Jilvy was right as she always was.. The faint feeling of an upcoming headache overtook you. The building around you trembled from a quake only you were experiencing.

Weakly, you manage to make it over to your bed, eyeing the wardrobe in front of it, which was half open.

Certainly you tidied it up earlier? The wind must’ve crept in through the walls somehow. You always close the doors behind you. You can’t stand it otherwise.

As sleep forces its way through your heavy body, another shiver runs down your spine.

If the paranoia from the visions you experienced hadn’t troubled you many nights before, you’d be sure someone was watching you right now.

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honeysuckleharringtons · 2 years

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SFW Alphabet ~ Steve Harrington Edition

warnings and tags: mentions of smut but not in details so 16+ just in case, food consumption, a creepy man flirts with R but Steve shuts him down, minor mention of the upside down, lmk if i missed anything!!

NSFW version can be found over on my spicy blog - @hornyhornyhimbos

tumblr crashed the first time i wrote this so this is not anywhere near as good as it was the first time :')

A = Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

He's very affectionate in private. He feels really insecure about PDA sometimes because people have made fun of him for it in the past, but he's never gonna not hold your hand or hug you or kiss you if that's what you want. You just have to ask outright sometimes.

His favorite form of PDA is... CASUAL DOMINANCE. He might not like to kiss you on the lips in front of everyone, but he's always looking for a reason to tie your shoe for you, give you his coat, hell he'll order for you if you let him. He might like the typical PDA but he loves some casual dominance 🫶🏻

B = Best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

He's definitely the smartass friend. He loves using sarcasm as a love language when he's around friends.

C = Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

He LOVES cuddling at home. your body in between his legs, your head resting on his tummy, his hands massaging your scalp. He loves cuddling on the couch and watching tv together. It's his favorite part of the day 🫶🏻

D = Domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Well, we already know how he feels about settling down and having kids so i'll just give my opinion on the second half of this question.

He's... well, he sucks at cooking. He grew up with nannies and au pairs and during the holidays he had caterers for all his parents parties so he never really learned how to cook. Not to say he wouldn't love to learn someday, he just needs a bit of help.

As for cleaning, this one he's GREAT at. Because of all the parties his parents threw growing up, he always had to make sure not a thing was out of place in his room or in the bathroom so he's great at cleaning.

E = Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would be the sweetest about it. He'd come to your house so you didn't have to drive home with all those emotions on your mind. He'd probably even consult your best friend first so they could come over with snacks and movies to help you feel better. No matter the reason for the relationship ending, he'd always be the kind to let the other person know that it was never either one of their faults, time just has its way with things.

F = Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

I think after Steve's sort of growing up phase, he became very aware of how much commitment means to people. I think once he reached college age, he'd be more likely to be in a long-term relationship.

I think he'd have a specific timeline for when he'd want to get married. Two years of dating, a year to eighteen months of engagement, and then marriage.

G = Gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's very gentle with other people. He has a hard time understanding that men can be gentle with themselves, they don't always have to man up, but he always makes it a point to be gentle with other people.

H = Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs. He's never gonna be the one to go out and seek hugs because again, he's a ✨️man✨️ but if you come to him for a hug, he's gonna bask in it the entire time it's happening.

I = I Love You (how fast do they say the L-word?)

Idk why, but I just feel like he'd wait until your first time to say it. In his mind, it would just make it so much more special.

J = Jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's only jealous if there's a reason. If some guy walks up and starts talking to you, he's not gonna be jealous. But if he were to eye you up and down or start flirting with you, that's when the jealousy would get switched on.

I actually thought up a scenario for jealous!Steve so here's that. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

Say you're at the mall together one day, looking for dresses for a party. His parents are throwing a nice dinner party and Steve couldn't help but get you a new dress.

You're looking through the rack when your eyes land on a beautiful black dress. Suddenly, a guy walks by. "That dress would look stunning on your figure, gorgeous."

Suddenly, you want to throw up at the sight of the black dress. No matter how hard you could ever try, you'd always think of this disgusting, creepy man every time you saw in your closet.

Steve to the rescue!!! He steps around the rack with a gorgeous red dress. It would look absolutely amazing on you and it was darn near the exact color of Steve's favorite tie. "I agree, the black would look stunning on you, babe. But this red... You'd drive all those other girls at the party to sheer insanity as they try to figure out how you were blessed with such beauty," he'd say before leaving a long kiss to your lips.

Needless to say, that was the end of disgusting, creepy man.

K = Kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses definitely depend on the vibes. Sometimes, he'll give you casual pecks, sometimes he'll give you needier, longer kisses. Really just depends on the vibes and what each of you needs.

He loves to kiss you on the forehead and cheeks. He loves to watch your face heat up and your cheeks turn pink with delight.

He loves being kissed on the lips. Cheesy I know, but he just loves when you take control and you're the one driving the kiss.

L = Little Ones (how are they around children?)

I imagine him growing up in a huge family. He was the oldest of the cousins, but he always hung out with the younger cousins at family functions because all the cousins his own age had already been brainwashed into thinking they were entitled just because they were Harringtons. So he'd always hang out with the younger kids, who absolutely ADORED him.

M = Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

He's always the first one to wake up. He'll lie there beside you silently, until the last possible minute, when he wakes you up by covering your face in kisses. Finally, when you're awake, he lands a kiss on your lips with a, "Good morning, my love."

He might not be a good cook, but he always makes it a point to make you breakfast. While you shower up, he makes one of the only foods he's mastered: scrambled eggs. He'll pop some bread into the toaster on the setting you like best. He'll make you tea or coffee or juice or whatever your preferred breakfast drink is.

Once you're both finished with breakfast, he'll drive you to work, even if your job is all the way across town. He'll put on some soft music on the radio and hold your hand in his, the other on the steering wheel. You're his passenger princess, and you both know it.

N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

Your nights together are very much a juxtaposition of your mornings. You'll cook dinner while he showers up after work, slightly louder music playing on the radio to keep you awake.

After dinner, you'll cuddle up on the couch with a bowl of ice cream, watching the latest episode of the show you've both been obsessed with.

Once your show goes off, he'll grab your hand in his and lead you to the bathroom, both of you standing in your respective places in the bathroom, just brushing your teeth in the comfortable silence of each other.

Finally, you make it to bed, his side being the closest to the door in case anyone ever breaks in so he can protect you 🫶🏻 you both just snuggle up together, your legs intertwined, your arm slung over his belly. He's always the first one asleep too, so you'll be lying beside him, just listening to the soft puffs escaping his lips, until you fall asleep beside him, your arm never leaving his torso.

O = Open (when do they reveal things about themself? do they say everything at once or reveal things slowly?)

He's definitely built walls over the years. Every time he enters a new relationship, he becomes that much more guarded, his biggest fear being that he'll confess all his secrets and then his s/o will hate him and leave him.

You definitely have to pick him apart, piece by piece and brick by brick. But once you get it out of him, he'll never hold back another thing from you ever again.

P = Patience (how easily angered are they?)

He knows how much being yelled at can hurt a person so he never yells at you. He's also a rsspecter of boundaries so he knows to let you have your space when the two of you argue.

Q = Quizzes (how much would they remember about you— every little detail heard in passing, or forget everything?)

After all the upside down stuff, he suffers from chronic brain fog so he can never remember anything on his own. However, he always keeps a notepad in his lunchbag or on his desk or wherever it's in his line of sight so he can remember to write down the details he knows he'll need later.

R = Remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Probably your first time. Not in a pervy way, of course, he just remembers how special it was. Two bodies intertwined for the first time, a level of intimacy never before shared, a sense of love and passion he could've never imagined you'd have for him.

S = Security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

He's very protective. He always keeps his bat by the bed for emergencies. He'll always stand in front of you if he thinks something's going to happen to you. He's always going to make sure you're OK before he is.

T = Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He's a people pleaser, I feel like so he always goes above and beyond for date night.

However, I do feel like you'd each take turns planning out date night. One Saturday he'd plan, one Saturday you'd plan, and one Saturday you'd share the responsibilities and plan together. He made up the plan and you went along easily.

U = Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's a nail biter, I can't be convinced otherwise.

V = Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

He's concerned with his looks but only because he wants to look nice for you and for other people. Again, he's very much a people pleaser.

W = Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

Always. If you ever had to spend even a night apart, he'd feel incomplete. If there was a day you decided to drive yourself to work, his whole system would be thrown off. He's a creature of habit, and one second without you in the picture would make him go stir crazy.

X = Xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

He loves shopping of any kind. His favorite date is grocery shopping and going home to make dinner together. He loves taking you to the mall and spoiling you with everything you touch. He just loves shopping.

But he's also very good at budgeting. I think one of the only things Steve liked learning in school was percentages and numbers so he always makes sure he has enough money to spoil you before he ever even brings up the idea of shopping.

Y = Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general, he's a mayonnaise hater. He's a mustard-only kinda guy.

In a partner, probably someone who is sloppy. As previously mentioned, he grew up in a house that was always kept spick and span so he wouldn't know how to function with a partner who didn't at least make some sort of effort to help him keep the place clean.

Z = Zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He never sleeps with socks on unless it's his favorite pair of socks.

But you guys already knew that 😉

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[RMD] Whispers of Yuletide Promises: Kasumi X MC

[A/N]: Hey there it's been a while! This work of me was lying in my folders for so so long, something which I worked upon last Christmas haha. Thanking my lovely @sterkeyra for taking so much of her time not only to proofread, but also suggest corrections to make it much better. So I will share half the credits with her, hehe. (Jenjen I love you!) Anyway, enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

(The characters in this work are fictional and from the title Romance MD: Always on Call by Voltage Inc. No copyrights intended.)

(out of context cute pic cause idk but I love them :p)

It was another day in the Seimei University Hospital as the subtle chill of the air was evident, hinting at the upcoming Christmas season. A sigh leaves MC's lips, as she stretches her body after work, looking at the spark of festivity in the staff's and patients' faces, sipping her coffee. Toshiki notices how she is looking around the Christmas celebration in the hospital, with a cup of coffee in his hand as well. The children, the cards they are making and the people wearing the red hats... He can see the glimmer in her eyes as she is looking all around. So he whispers to her.

"I am glad to see you so happy. Is Christmas your favorite holiday?"

A gentle pat lands on her head, which makes her snap out of her thoughts as she looks up towards the source of these sweet words.

"Ah, Dr. Kasumi, good work."

"Thank you. I am grateful that we both did a good job today. And, it is really nice to see the Christmas celebrations in our hospital. I can't wait to see what the New Year celebrations as well. But I have more important things on my mind right now."

"Yeah? What's that?"

He whispers softly, so only she can hear him.

"I keep thinking about hugging and kissing you. Could I perhaps ask you to give me one kiss before we go home? I'm not sure how long I can control myself otherwise."

"?!"

Her face flushes instantly as she looks at him with wide eyes and mouth hanging open.

"Uh... do you realize where we are?"

He laughs and whispers to her.

"What's on my mind right now is way more important than the fact that we are in front of our colleagues. So, is it too much to ask for a quick kiss? Or am I going to be punished if I do this? I don't really mind the punishment, if I can get to kiss you. And, by the look on your face, it seems you might have similar ideas in mind as well. So just let me go ahead with my plan."

"Since when did you become like this... Just three days ago I heard a certain someone, chewing off Dr. Hosho's ears for flouting public morals…"

"That was in the past. You can't blame me for the way I am behaving today. This is all your influence. You are just way too cute and your beautiful eyes are too distracting. It's driving me wild and making me want to kiss you again and again."

"D-Don't say such things in workplace." She covers his lips with her hands, to which he laughs softly, removes her hands from his lips, and whispers in a playful tone.

"See, there you go again with your sweet and cute shyness. Who knows how much of it would I be able to handle before I just snap?”

"S-Snap? What…"

"It means I might just grab your jaw and sneak a kiss right here and now. But, I won’t make you uncomfortable at work.

"I understand that, you dummy!"

"Does that mean I can go ahead and kiss you one more time?"

"No. We have so much work, we have to buy a Christmas tree too, so. Bye." His suggestive words had taken a toll on her and she could just run away to hide her loudly beating heart from him. He laughs softly and goes after her.

"You can't really get away from me. I will keep on chasing you until you accept my kisses. I don't care how many things are on our to-do list today, as my top priority is to wrap my arms around you and make you all mine. So come back here, MC."

*A few hours later, she signs off work, and soon enough, she's out of the hospital, and waits for him at the hospital entrance. Shortly after, he takes his leave from the hospital as well. He takes his car out of the parking lot and brings it over to the entrance, where she was waiting for him.

"Get in."

She nods and gets inside, as he shuts the door watching out so that she doesn’t hit her head, and soon starts driving. But in his mind, all that was swirling was a kiss from her. He behaved at the hospital, so he deserved it as a reward. At least that’s what he thought.

"Toshiki."

Hearing her voice, he snaps out of his thoughts and looks at her, as the car comes to a halt at the redlight.

“Mm, I am listening.”

" I have something to discuss with you. Come closer, it's confidential." She gestures with her hand lightly. He laughs softly at her cute gestures and responds. He leans towards her and gets very close to her, her breath practically tickling his ears. But he is waiting for her to share what she wanted to secretly tell him. She smiles seeing he fell into her trap, as she uses her thumb and index finger to hold his face by his cheeks, and pecks him.

Her sudden peck flusters him, as he gets all red and embarrassed. He feels like hugging her tightly, but at the same time, was too stunned to move at all. It was rare for her to actually initiate affectionate gestures like this

"That's definitely a cruel prank. Just remember that I will take my revenge on you for this tonight."

"Ahem. The light's green." She looks ahead as she pulls away, as if nothing happened. He smiles lightly, and they drive away.

"It's getting a little hard to keep my mind off you right now. Your kiss from earlier is still stuck in my mind, so can I tell you one last thing before we begin shopping for that Christmas tree?"

"What."

"If you keep on acting so shy and cute like this, then you should prepare yourself to live with the consequences of an overly romantic and love sick Toshiki Kasumi. And trust me, you don't want to live with that kind of me. I am definitely going to pester you and annoy you by being all cute, playful, affectionate, flirty, teasing and passionate."

"...!"

She tries her best to not blush and runs to the mall as a method of escape, as he parks the car. He chuckles and follows her.

The mall was decorated beautifully as it was Christmas season. Every inch and corner was worth stopping and gazing for. Whether it was apparel shops, bakery or even festive décor shops, everything was adorned with lights, elucidating a cozy atmosphere, serving as a source of warmth for the winter. As MC looks around, a shop catches her eye, selling Christmas trees and other festive items.

"Hm, this one is cute… it's not that big, and will look good on the table beside the TV. What do you say?"

He stops to take a look at the Christmas tree she is pointing out. He checks its height and tries to envision it in his living room.

"That truly looks like the perfect Christmas tree. Yes, I think we should go ahead and get this."

"Okay, I will purchase it right away." She smiles, and goes in the direction of the cash counter, but stops midway. Her eyes land on something and she runs to examine it. He notices her running now towards something, and follows her.

"Did something catch your eye? I can make a guess that it's probably a decoration item or something related to the festive mood. Did I get that right?"

She smiles hearing his hunch and nods vigorously.

"Correct! There is Christmas themed cutlery?! I am sold."

"I Knew it. There is nothing that can attract your attention more than something cute and Christmas themed. So are we going to add this cutlery set to the cart too? You seem to be obsessed with this."

"I- I will do some deliberations, wait."

His shoulders tremble seeing how she was just waddling here and there, almost sparkling from joy.

"So now you want to do some deliberations? You are just obsessed with everything here."

"Yes! Okay, I am taking this mug, that cutlery set, and this set of plates too..."

"I have a feeling you are just going to end up buying everything here at this point. I'm really curious about how much of your shopping is left. I mean, you have already bought the Christmas tree, Christmas themed decorations and now this as well. This is too much. You are even making plans about the decoration of the dinner table aren't you?"

"To be honest, I am a bit too much into the festive mood this year. Don't mind me." She rubs the back of her head in embarrassment and looks at him. His gaze softens seeing her and he answers.

“I don't mind you. In fact I think this is the cutest thing ever. As long as you are having fun, it's all good. By the way, you are not the only one feeling excited about Christmas this year. You are infecting me as well, heh.”

"Thank you." She feels relieved yet happy to be spending her time with him like that, and gives their intertwined hands a squeeze.

“Let's go home. I fear I might get into a Christmas coma now if I see any other decorations.

He laughs hearing her and answers, as he takes the bags from her hands.

"You mean a Christmas fever right? It seems like your Christmas fever is reaching its limit and it's about to make you ill."

"Hmph. Do you think I am that crazy? You know what... Maybe I should just wrap you up in a gift wrapper and parcel it to Dr. Sen. He will be over the moon for that."

He couldn’t help but chuckle and decides to give a taste of her own medicine a bit. He looks at her with a devilish smile on his face.

"Then I also have another idea. Maybe I should tie you up with a ribbon and place you under the Christmas tree as a gift to myself this year. Let's see which one of us is crazier."

"?!"

She was about to say something when his phone rings, and looking at the caller ID, his expression turns serious. He notices her expression but before she can say anything he holds a finger to his lips telling her to be quiet and he picks up the call.

"Yes, this is me. What’s the emergency?"

As he listens to the caller's voice from the other end, a serious expression settles on his face. She looks at him as she thinks they might be called in due to an emergency, so she switches to her professional self as well.

But soon after, he sighs as he frowns a bit, talking, making her worried. His face seems troubled as he talks on the phone still. She can clearly tell from his expression that whatever the doctor on the other end is saying, it's making Kasumi worry. His eyebrows are knitted together.

"What is it..?" She holds his hand to calm him down.

"...I have to go London now."

She just blinks at him with a blank expression, as she wasn't able to process the news. Why so suddenly?

"What... what do you mean you have to go London now?"

He looks at her and nods with a somber expression on his face. She can see his lips drawn into a tight line, and his gaze away from her.

"I got a call from the hospital asking me to come to London. A high risk patient came in and they need me there urgently. I have to catch a flight right now, and can’t be back until tomorrow."

"..."

Realizing the gravity of the situation, she nods in understanding.

"Don't worry. You will save the patient. I am sure."

*He can see the concern in her eyes and notices that she is also starting to worry for the patient. Seeing her change in expression when she was bubbling with joy just moments ago, makes him sad.

"Thank you. I will see what I can do. But I'm sorry to have just rushed you like this. I thought we would have more time today but it's a sudden emergency situation and I can't afford to let the patient down. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry. I understand…”

She thinks about asking to join and assist him in the surgery, but since it was on a short call, and she also had a surgery to perform the next day, she stops herself and smiles.

"Have a safe journey."

He looks at her and notices how she is holding herself back for his and the patients’ sake as well and smiles*

"I really appreciate how thoughtful and caring you are being right now. Please take care of yourself until I come back home. That is my order, understand? You can't miss your surgery just because of some emergency case of mine.”

"Don't worry. I will save the patient too. Leave it to me, and go."

"I trust you. Go ahead and make sure the patient is saved. Don't worry about me. You take care of yourself and the patient, okay?"

"Yup."

He can tell she is slightly upset with him going suddenly and it is making him feel bad. So he wraps his arms around her and whispers softly.

"I will be back as early as possible, don't worry. I will also call you as soon as I reach home so that you know I am back and safe. In the meanwhile, please take care of yourself. You are the only one I have my hopes set on for your patient's care. You will be the only one to see this through now."

Her hold on him tightens a bit, as she hugs him back, and then lets him go. She couldn’t let him get bothered with her emotions when there were serious matters to take care of at present.

"Mm. Let's go home. You have to pack up too."

They return home, and after some time, she sees him off to the airport. When she comes to his apartment, she sees the Christmas decor lying on the table, and sighs. The reason why she was so pumped for Christmas was because she was getting to spend it together with someone for the first time after so many years. But oh well, their job was important. She shakes her head to dispel away the negative thoughts, but can feel her heart ache as she starts to miss him already. The silence around her seems so cold, that she wants to call him just to hear his voice. But she doesn't as she knows how crucial his surgery would be, and he needed to be focused as well. So she forces herself to focus on decorating the tree perfectly.

The moment the lights illuminate the room, she can feel the magical and mystical atmosphere of Christmas surrounding her. She looks up, closes her eyes and prays for him to have a smooth and safe journey to London and hoping that his surgery would go well. Soon, she goes to sleep.

[Next morning]

She starts to wake up from her deep sleep. As she opens her eyes and looks around, the first thing she realizes is the glow of the Christmas lights. All the decorations from yesterday were still there on the tree. She feels happy and relieved to see the decorations in the morning. Her eyes flit towards the clock, making her think if he already had reached or not. So, she keeps her phone there, waiting for his call and goes to get ready for work in the meanwhile. Soon after, she reaches the hospital, and tries to make her busy with work.

As the time keeps flying by, a visible frown starts to appear on her face, seeing there was not a single call or text from him. Every type of thought riles up her mind. What if something terrible had happened? She keeps trying to suppress these thoughts and tries to be positive about everything.

As she knew how closed off he gets when he loses a patient, she can feel her worry increasing now. She keeps trying to suppress these thoughts and tries to be positive about everything. She couldn’t work properly the whole day, let alone noticing the banters of the peanut gallery trying to cheer her up.

[That evening]

As she completes her tasks for the day, she signs off work. She feels the anxiousness rising in her, as she realizes that the day has passed again without a call from him, so she decides to call him. She feels a little hesitant at first, but calls him anyway. Soon, it gets picked up. She can feel the tension lifting off her chest, as she sighs out of relief, hearing a familiar voice from the other end.

"Toshiki…"

The other end of the line was silent for a moment, followed by a soft chuckle.

"I guess I am just as anxious as you were."

"...why are you sounding like this? What happened?"

She knew he was hiding something, so she waits for him to answer. From the way she seemed to have held her breath she seemed worried. He smiles softly, thinking how worried he made her, and answers honestly.

"Nothing much. I guess the surgery is just taking much more time than I expected, due to some unforeseen complications that appeared.”

"You got me scared... Don't worry, everything will be okay. Are you alright?"

He feels relieved when she believes him and is able to calm herself down. He smiles and whispers softly.

"I am just a bit tired and exhausted. I am trying my best to make sure the surgery turns out okay. But I have to admit, I was getting a little worried too. The surgery is taking a lot more time than I thought it would. Hopefully you are right and everything will be alright. And don't worry. I'm not going to let down the patient or myself. I will do what I can to make the surgery go well. You take care as well okay? I will definitely call you as soon as the surgery is over."

"Sure..."

She stops herself from probing him more and ends the call. He also ends the call and sits for a bit, trying to collect his thoughts. He feels happy that he managed to pacify her concern without having to flat out lie to her. But he also knows that he probably just smudged the truth to someone who is very smart and aware of things. He knows he can't fool her for long. But he also thinks this was necessary for her to not worry too much, so that she focuses on her work properly. He takes a deep breath before he goes back to his work.

As he faces the sterile hospital surroundings, a palpable sense of loneliness settles in. The faint jingles of distant carols only amplify the stark contrast between the festive spirit outside and the clinical reality within. Each patient becomes a reminder of the distance from loved ones, as the weight of duty on Christmas Eve hangs on his shoulders. The soft glow of a desk lamp casts long shadows, emphasizing the solitude that accompanies him. He can feel the emptiness inside. The loneliness is not just limited to the empty hallways and rooms of this hospital but has seeped into him as well. He feels a profound sense of emptiness and longing for some company on this festive Christmas Eve. The loneliness was killing his heart.

Meanwhile, MC reaches home as her mind was occupied with only Toshiki. Seeing an empty apartment on a festive season doesn't fail to make her remember how she is used to always stay cooped up in her room with either work or spending time with herself. She grapples with the bittersweet struggle of preparing a festive meal for two, the missing half haunting every joyful decoration. An unopened gift waits beneath the tree, a symbol of shared moments postponed. Her phone buzzes with holiday wishes from family and friends, yet each cheerful message accentuates the void of the absence of him. Amid the laughter and festivities, an unspoken ache lingers, a connection strained by the miles that separate them on this Christmas night.

She gets lost in her thoughts as she sees the festive nightscape. The Christmas lights were the only things that welcomed her home that night. Everything looks perfect, almost too perfect, yet empty as it couldn’t replace the warm and cheerful presence that she is missing beside her, with him being far away in London. As she looks down from the window of his apartment, she feels a sense of longing for her beloved that holy night.

[3 hours later, same night]

Back in London, almost several hours pass as the surgery gets over. It's successful, as he comes out of the operation theatre, and it's already midnight. He couldn't help but be reminded of how he used to work himself to death during the festive seasons so as to not feel lonely. He couldn't help but reminded of his nagging friend Mitsuharu, who made sure he enjoys every day and is not left out.

In the quiet moments, his mind involuntarily drifts back to a time when Christmas was a tapestry of warmth and joy. He recalls the comforting scent of freshly baked cookies, the twinkling lights adorning the family tree, and the contagious laughter echoing through the cozy living room. Each memory becomes a sepia-toned vignette, a stark contrast to the antiseptic hum of the hospital. In those brief reveries, nostalgia dances with the harsh reality of the present, creating a poignant symphony of longing for the holiday magic of yesteryears.

The memory of his mother planting different flowers for him in winter and the snowdrops blooming around their home brings a smile to his lips. He remembers the memories of snow falling and he and his mother enjoying the snow together. He realizes how these good memories of his childhood were something which is missing on Christmas, and how his adulthood was, missing those memories. As he walks out of the hospital, he feels the warmth and the magic of Christmas in his life missing.

[Next morning]

Toshiki's eyes flutter open feeling the sunlight hitting his visage. He feels a little relieved when he realizes the surgery is over and he did not have to lose a patient. He was worried about that. But he realizes how he is missing every small moment in the morning after a Christmas night with her. The empty spot next to him in bed, the small moments of having a Christmas morning coffee with her, the feeling of her hand in his hand as he would wish her a Merry Christmas, the small gestures of love in the morning... All these small things were missing.

"MC…”

His fingertips graze over the spot next to him in bed. As he was deep in his thoughts, he suddenly remembers a conversation he had with his friend Mitsuharu about Christmas. They were talking about the meaning of Christmas and as always, Mitsuharu was not able to understand or appreciate much of what he was saying. He always felt that Mitsuharu could never truly understand the real essence of Christmas.

Soon, he gets ready to board the plane. Kasumi’s thoughts were all about Christmas and about the missing pieces of it inside him. He begins questioning the meaning of Christmas in his mind. He was deeply troubled by the thoughts of so many people suffering, so many missing out on the joy and happiness of Christmas. A time meant for happiness and togetherness is becoming a time of despair and loneliness for so many. How could he possibly feel happy in a world where such a condition was the reality?

[13 hours later, that evening]

As the plane lands in Tokyo, he can now feel the darkness of reality seeping in him as he proceeds towards the airport exit. He is worried that this darkness may affect his meeting with her. But, he keeps his emotions hidden behind a mask of his calm and composed self.

*He reaches his apartment soon, as his hand is now over the door handle. Maybe a hug from his beloved would calm him down? Toshiki muses, as he unlocks the door. The sight of the beautifully illuminated Christmas tree and the living room makes him pause, as he feels a little surprised by the scene. For a second, he feels happy to see how well she has kept the house decorated, only to realize that the person that he wanted to be welcomed by the most was missing.

"MC?"

Maybe she is outside? His thoughts seem to linger on her absence from the scene, as he walks about the living room, looking around at how beautifully everything has been set up. He even checks the kitchen in case she is there, but it was in vain. The feeling of her missing seems to be pervading the whole scene. The Christmas decoration seems to not be able to bring the warmth it used to bring when she was there. The beautiful scene lacks her presence. She should've at least let him know that she would go out, he wonders.

He takes his phone to look for text messages from her, and is surprised to find none. Maybe she went somewhere to do something? Maybe she got called in by the hospital? Or maybe she wanted to surprise him by showing him the decorations? This was becoming more and more disturbing and troubling for him, as the time ticked by.

As he was lost in his thoughts and worries and was about to call Takado to ask about her, a text message arrives for him, making a small ding sound. He looks at it quickly, thinking it could be from her, but to his disappointment, it was from Matsunaga - a patient has requested to meet him at the nearby amusement park, and he has to go as the patient is very important.

Kasumi was surprised at the news of such a patient request. How was he supposed to go and see some patient when she was missing? But maybe, she went to Asuka's or Missy's and forgot to tell him? He settles on this thought, and sends her a quick text, as he steps outside his apartment.

[That night, amusement park]

He reaches the amusement park and is amazed to see the colorful illuminations everywhere. There is so much to see and so many places to explore. It is like the park has turned into a fairy land. He is surprised by how much the park has been transformed. But instead of being lost in the beauty of it, he starts to wonder why the patient has asked him to come here. Maybe the patient wanted him to see this? But whatever the reason is that the patient has called him here, was unable to distract him from thinking about her.

He sees people with their families, friends and loved ones everywhere. Everyone was enjoying the festivity. This sight brings a sense of loneliness inside him. Everyone was enjoying the day with their loved ones around them. And here he was, all alone. No family with him, no close friend by his side, no MC by his side. His isolation seems to be making the festival a bit difficult for him to bear. He was trying to stop his negative thoughts looking at the illuminations, but the feeling of loneliness was only making it more difficult.

"Isn't that pretty?"

He snaps out of his thoughts, as hears a familiar voice, and feels a familiar presence near him. Was he hallucinating? Probably... cause he heard her voice. He slowly turns to find the owner of the voice. His heart skips a beat finding that it was indeed his beloved, his MC, looking so beautiful with her gaze on him, that she could be the most beautiful ornament in that entire festivity. She was all covered up in a fluffy jacket and was wearing a scarf around her neck, as she smiles at him.

"Welcome back, Toshiki."

For once, the dark emperor had no words. His face lights up to her beautiful greeting. He is unable to reply back, as they both look at each other with a feeling of happiness. The moment was like a spell of kindness that they both are casting over each other, making them both drown in a strange euphoria where there were no words to describe the feeling. Nothing felt like moving, But it just felt perfect. He felt an almost unbelievable sense of love and closeness between them.

"MC, you-"

"Ah, that's right. It's late, but belated merry Christmas."

Kasumi smiles as she gives him a small box. He takes the box in his hands, observing it a bit. He feels a little hesitant to open it but after a few seconds, he decides to open it. Soon, he sees something shining brightly with its beautiful brilliance... a promise ring. He is amazed at how well crafted it looked. He looks up at her, with a feeling of gratitude and appreciation in his eyes. She laughs awkwardly seeing him, as she caresses her hair.

"Well, I know that this might seem cringe, as we are not allowed to wear rings at work, but- I just wanted to give you something which reminds you that you always have me by your side."

"..."

"Um... are you angry, as I orchestrated all this, and didn't inform you? You haven't said a word to me."

He only smiles hearing that, shakes his head and holds her hands more tightly. Instead of answering, he wraps his arms around her, capturing her attention with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Gently, he places a warm kiss on the tip of her nose, the laughter in his voice painting the moment with affection.

"Your nose is red and rosy like a reindeer's..."

"Mm?"

She blinks in surprise as she feels a soft sensation on her nose, not knowing exactly what happened. At her startled expression, he couldn't resist any longer. He pulls her close to him and kisses her nose, her cheeks, and her eyes. Her reaction to his moves is making him go all out. Soon, he pulls away, looking at her, and hugs her.

His thoughts begin to wander with a sort of peace. He realizes that it's not selfish to want things for him. He was a human, after all. But who made him human, was her. Instead of overthinking about the people who meet with tragic incidents and don't get to spend their holidays with loved ones, it's far better to focus on working so that they get better soon. And at the same time, it's okay to desire for happiness, for a loved one. It doesn't make him selfish. He begins to realize the importance of enjoying the happy moments of life. It was only when he had met her that he realized that there was no harm in wanting things for him. A love like hers, like a pure ray of sunlight, has a way to make his thoughts brighter and better. Meeting her made him realize that there’s nothing wrong to be wanting things for himself. It showed him that true love wouldn’t make him selfish; and that it would be okay to ask selfish for your beloved. It was okay to desire for happiness with her.

Maybe this was the intention of his friend Mitsuharu too. He didn't want Toshiki to spend Christmas all alone by himself, so he pretended to not like Christmas parties and all, and instead hung out with him by dragging him to his home.

As his thoughts continue to wander through this idea, he realizes that all this time he was overthinking and overanalyzing things. Instead of enjoying his life and letting happiness happen to him, he was worried about thinking too much on things that didn't matter. Now he is realizing that he doesn't have to be so self-critical. Instead of being so cautious and strict towards him, he can let his guard down and let happiness happen; he too can be a little selfish and desire to have a little happiness for himself. Maybe that's the way to enjoy life more and fully.

She looks at him as she finds him delved in thoughts.

"Toshiki? You okay?"

"Yes, I am fine. Don't worry about me. I was just going through some thoughts but now I realized how pointless these thoughts are. It is pointless to overthink about things and always think that things will be bad. Instead, one can sit back and enjoy things sometimes. That is a far better thing to do."

"Is that so? That's good..."

He can feel her uneasiness about him. She is still feeling concerned for him. So, he thinks of something to make her feel better. He has had his realization, he has had his moment of introspection, now is time to bring her back from her uneasiness.

"But, before I let myself chill out and relax, there is something I wanna do."

"Mm?"

He smiles shyly and brings her close. He brings his forehead to her forehead and speaks quietly to her.

"You know, I haven't thanked you for the promise ring that you gave me. But I wanted to thank you. I don't have words to describe its beautiful craftsmanship, but I can tell you that this ring holds a special meaning to me. So, thank you very much. I will be keeping this with me always, and I will always have you by my side."

"Oh... I am happy if you liked it. No need to thank me."

She smiles and extends her hand to him.

"Let's go home and make up for the Christmas time we missed yesterday."

He smiles and takes her hand, intertwining his fingers in hers. To him, she is the warmth of his heart. All the worries and stress melt away to make way for a sense of peace and love that has taken over him. He feels like he has found the ultimate happiness in his life, as he walks with her hand in hand. The rings shine on their fingers; the beauty around them is just an added bonus, for he does not need anything to look beautiful with her beside him. Her presence alone makes everything beautiful and magical for him.

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#romance md #love 365 #romance md: always on call #voltage inc #toshiki kasumi #nintendo switch #rmd #lys's writings #fictions #100恋+#100シーンの恋+#the writing style's a bit different this time hope it doesn't bother you!#munechika takado #eiichi matsunaga

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panlight · 1 year

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To a certain extent it kind of makes sense that Ed didn't just go piss off another vamp in new moon as a suicide method. He's pretty obviously a Cullen and few vampires would willingly piss off that large of a coven on purpose by murdering their kin. But then, couldn't that be fixed by having him just go south and find a newborn to kill him? They're easily angered, likely dunno who the cullens are, and are explicitly solidly stronger. Idk its wild his mental plan was essentially death by cop even at the beginning of the book. That seems so? Specific?

Right, that's a good point that other covens may have heard of the Cullens and not want to cross them by killing one of their own, even if he was asking them to do it.

But surely, surely, there is an easier way than going all the way to Volterra, asking the ruling trio--ONE OF WHOM IS A MIND-READER AND THUS EXPOSING ALL OF YOUR FAMILY'S SECRETS--to kill you, and when they refuse, attempt to sparkle at high noon on the biggest vampire holiday of the year.

I just can't get over that, and it's so weird (I mean not really) that it's never an issue. Like, Jasper's not pissed at Edward for this? The guide says that Aro was only planning to check in on Carlisle after 500 years. They had centuries of peace still ahead before Edward put them all on the Volturi's radar. It never comes up. No one cares. And I get it; E/B are the main characters so the side characters don't really have agency of their own, but after they get over the initial relief of Edward being alive they should be pretty upset how he didn't think this through and now Aro knows literally everything about them because Edward is also a mind-reader and knows all their secrets, weaknesses, etc. It's just . . . not good.

The whole Volterra climax feels like one of those things where SM had this idea of Bella running through a crowded square toward Edward and then she works backwards to make that happen and like, girl I get it. Sometimes you just have this vivid scene in your head and you want to make it happen so bad. But even Alice is talking about how Edward's flair for the dramatic is going to make him wait until noon exactly to do it so it comes off as a little bit forced. There has got to be an easier way for a vampire to get himself unalived than going to the vampire capital and committing suicide by cop. Or if he were going to do that, just DO THAT and not politely ask Aro & co. to kill him first. At least then he wouldn't have given away all the family secrets before he died.

Just wandering around the southern army territories picking fights seems like a better way to do it for the reasons you outlined. Or, IDK, bite himself a couple times and jump into a fire.

But of course he can't do that, because some of that might work, and he has to fail, because Forever/Breaking Dawn needs to happen. That's also why Aro has no choice but to let Alice go when she's literally right there and the Cullens have clearly broken some laws. She can't be forced to serve the Volturi because she has a wedding to plan. So he has to go all the way to Forks to try and collect her six months later.

#asks #tw: suicide

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ablatheringblatherskite · 10 months

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random question inspired by my general disdain for The Holidays™: what's Christmas like in the Philippines? I'm extremely fed up with how most Americans celebrate it so I'd be super interested to hear about how another culture does it. :D (if you don't mind, of course!) Feel free to infodump as much or as little as you like :)))

WAAAAA I'd love to!! Also that's totally understandable OOF, but yes I'd gladly talk about it!!!

So I hope this doesn't come as a disappointment but the Philippines is a pretty Americanized country, but of course there are still many key differences in our traditions! For one, which you might have heard LOL, we start preparing for Christmas all the way in September (as in, Christmas decorations start going up already, and Christmas music starts playing in the malls). Generally we don't celebrate Thanksgiving since it's an American holiday and we don't care as much about Halloween, so it's not like a WHOLE THING like it is in America (I was surprised to learn how big of a deal it is over there LOL!).

We have this celebrity who's also a beloved Filipino meme, Jose Mari Chan, who basically is like, the harbinger of Christmas here. Like months in advance we'll have memes pop up occasionally saying stuff like "Ready na ba kayo?" (are you ready yet??) and things like that LOL. Here's some of my favorite examples:

("I'm just warming up")

(explanation and translation: we have a famous Filipino Christmas song that starts with, "Whenever I see girls and boys selling lanterns on the street...", which is what Jose Mari Chan is starting to sing LOL, then the guard is saying, "Sir, seniors aren't allowed to go out." (this was made during pandemic times HAHAHA)

And a personal favorite:

LOLLL

Also since the majority of the Philippines is Catholic that plays a huge factor in it too. Another tradition that's mainly Catholic (so I haven't ever actually participated in it) is called simbang gabi, which is basically nine days of mass before Christmas. Then on Christmas Eve the final mass is called Misa da Gallo. It's basically a way for everyone to prepare for Christmas!

Another big thing about Philippine Christmases (although I'm sure a bunch of other cultures do this too LOL including Americans), we a lot of the time celebrate Christmas with our extended families (both sides during different times if possible!), since, you know, family is very important to us!! Us younger ones will usually go around to the adults to "bless" them, or do "Mano po" (basically press the back of their hands to our foreheads which is like, a traditional sign of respect) to all the adults, and a lot of time we get angpao (money inside those little red Chinese folders) tee hee hee! And a lot of the time we get more specific gifts from our ninongs and ninangs (god fathers and god mothers) (yes sometimes we have multiple no I can't really explain why HAHA). And if we're blessed to have them, all the cousins hang out and do whatever we like while the adults mingle (sometimes we go to the bedroom of whichever cousin's family is hosting the gathering)—I have very fond memories of those times.

But I think one of the bigger differences is that we don't have our official celebration on Christmas morning—we actually celebrate the night before, on Christmas Eve! We like to prepare for our Noche Buena (also a Spanish tradition LOL, it's basically a special Holiday feast) for the whole day, then we wait for 12am to strike, then THAT'S when we start eating and playing games and of course opening presents. It's such a fun time and I've spent multiple Christmases up late until the sun rose reading my new books or something. From what I know most families here stay home during the rest of Christmas day resting and enjoying the time with their own families.

We also do Christmas caroling differently. Idk how it works in America but in the Philippines random groups of kids go around to houses to sing Christmas songs for money. Sometimes they have makeshift instruments, occasionally a guitar and tambourine. They aren't always that good HAHA but they do their best, and they have a lot of fun doing it (my siblings and I did it once!! It was a lot of fun).

We also have a traditional Christmas decoration, called the paról. It's basically these star-shaped paper lanterns, and they're beautiful!

We also may play games like Pinoy Henyo (similar to charades, basically a paper with a word is placed on yours or your teammates forehead and you/your teammate need to help them guess what the word is, answering questions like is it a person?? animal?? place?? etc., getting more specific until you figure out the word), Bring Me (basically you need to be the first to bring the item, for example: bring me a wallet! A lot of parents usually help the kids by giving their own things LOL), and Longest Line (basically you need to make the longest line only using things you're wearing) (yes some guys have taken off their shirts, sometimes people just lie down in the line LOL). It's a lot of fun.

So in conclusion, while, like with any country, we can also be prone to commercialism, Christmas is a lot of fun in the Philippines, at least for me!

Anddd that's mostly it I think!!! thank you so much for this ask!! I was really excited to answer when I got it lol!! I'm sorry it took a while tho, I wanted to let my friends check to see if what I said was accurate (because I am uncertain like that LOLL). I really enjoyed answering it too so thank you and I hope it was interesting!!!

#Little Lotte!#offendedteaspoon #the philippines #philippines #asks #Christmas #filipino #long asterrisks #cultures #christmas 2023

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imagine flatmate!matty asking you to be in the girl in the robbers video (it could be before condom gate and you both freak out a bit because you get to kiss and do coupley stuff and that’s how you’re meant to be) idk

wait because yeah this song is so special to matty and you've been around since he wrote it (and yeah ok fair enough his whole thing about "love as the most powerful force" is about how he feels about you. it's self-inserting you both into true romance. honestly he's so real), so when it comes to casting for the video he wants somebody he can trust to honour the song well and you're the obvious choice. naturally, he's shitting it to ask you because he's convinced you'll say no - and part of him kinda wants you to, because he doesn't know how he'll cope getting to kiss you and then having to go back to being just friends - but he's very excited when you tentatively agree to it, after several rounds of "are you sure i'm right for this? i don't think i'm quite cool enough. and i have no acting experience" "babe, you're the coolest person i know. and you're my best friend and i trust you. you'll be perfect" lmao. and you do have a lot of fun on set; you're essentially on holiday with your boys, getting to be all made up and cool, and at the heart of it just getting to piss about with your best friend pretending you're in a film you both love, even if it's killing you both a little bit to act so lovey-dovey. for the most part, it's easy, gazing up at matty while he sings and acting out a little bit of the domesticity you both share every day, but the kissing and the slightly sexier stuff (sidenote: you all make the sensible decision to NOT have your tits out. a) because career-killer for you, b) because matty's afraid he actually might die at the mere sight of you half-naked) is DIFFICULT. not the motions themselves, per se - the first time you and matty actually kiss, it's as easy as breathing - but the love and lust and total longing that they bring up for you both are a challenge to disregard. when the director yells cut, you both smile a little bit awkwardly at each other, with a silence only broken by matty quietly saying "you were perfect. thank you for this, sweetheart. i'm glad it's you i got to do this with"; you hug him tightly (so he can't see you get teary) and say "i'd do anything for you, you know that. thank you for taking care of me. knew you would". and i think you just kind of hold each other, aware that everything is different for you both now and just so unsure what to say, and it isn't until one of the boys comes over that the hug breaks and so does the weird tension. but yeah - it's certainly the catalyst for condom-gate and getting together, in that you guys kinda throw yourselves into sleeping with other people to distract from the "ok. it's settled. i'm in love" realisation that you have about each other, but it doesn't work (as we've seen from condom-gate itself lmao) <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #flatmate!matty

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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s/o who doesn’t believe in soulmates hcs ; hunter

requested by ; anonymous (26/10/21)

fandom(s) ; the owl house

fandom masterlist(s) ; main | hunter-only

character(s) ; hunter wittebane

outline ; “can i rq a hunter x gn!reader with a soulmate au? the reader like totally doesn’t believe in soulmates, yet hunter does. idk i find a soulmate au where someone doesn’t believe in soulmates to be interesting.”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff! colour/vision based soulmate au

you’d never really bought into the idea that everyone had a soulmate — someone perfect for you in every way

it just seemed so weird to attribute something as mundane as colourblindness to some cosmic force or something like that

not being able to see red just meant you had a specific type of blindness, not that you had someone out there that was made for you

which in and of itself was a bit of an uncomfortable thought

and besides nobody had red eyes so even if soulmates were a thing, you clearly didn’t have one

case closed.

and then your friend came back home with a collection of strange witches (wtf) and when you made eye contact with the tall blond one your colourblindness suddenly wasn’t so blind

red eyes.

shit

no no no

absolutely not

you did not have a soulmate

and so you started religiously avoiding him and stating in no uncertain terms that there was no such thing as soulmates and that someone there must have used their magic to cure your red-green colourblindness

even though you’d always been able to see green just fine

even though they all stated that that wasn’t how magic works

even though hunter was attesting to the fact that he has started to see (colour of your eyes) for the first time in his life

but you don’t believe it

not one bit

you couldn’t. you wouldn’t.

you categorically refused

you refused to acknowledge the way your heart tugged in your chest whenever you heard him laugh

you pushed down your smile like bile whenever you saw him grin

you pointedly ignored the way your skin heated whenever he touched you

you fought it for months until autumn became winter and the holiday season had started

not able to bring yourself to buy into this whole soulmate thing despite everything that was happening

not after denying it for so long

not until hunter finally, after some pushing from luz and camilla, met with you under the mistletoe and you shared your first kiss

and suddenly everything fell into place

and suddenly you couldn’t deny everything that you’ve been feeling for him

and suddenly you let your walls fall down and you reciprocated, clinging to his chunky knitted sweater and holding onto him for just a little bit longer

and suddenly, when you pull apart and look into his eyes, you realise that red is your favourite colour

and you’re both smiling and you thank him for waiting for you to come around

and he thanks you for accepting him

… maybe there might be more merit to the whole soulmate thing than you thought

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff hcs #toh fluff #the owl house fluff #the owl house x reader #toh x reader #toh hunter x reader #hunter x reader #hunter wittebane x reader

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Jo, love of my life, star that lights up my skies, can I get Werewolf for your blurb game?

Ashley my sun and stars. I have a thought you may or may not like. Keep an open mind here.

In terms of werewolf...I think lets keep an open mind for this one. What even is a werewolf? This might be relevant to some kind of plot in some kind of story later...idk...

TW: Billy Hargrove (he is a trigger warning in and of itself), minor aggression, violence, threats, allusions to difficult family life, foreshadowing(?)

Thoughts of Eddie's looks in this chapter are inspired by this and this by my beloved friend @hearsegrrl. You can buy her prints here.

Find other Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

Halloween 1984

Halloween was Eddie's favorite holiday.

A momentous occasion filled with ghouls and frights and candy.

This year, he'd done everything to make it a special one. For himself, his friends, and for you.

The Halloween one-shot on Friday had gone off without a hitch. Jeff, Gareth, and Dave were about to shit their pants when the boss was revealed five hours into their game, right at the stroke of midnight.

You, of course, had joined just like you promised Eddie you would; a little hesitant with the roleplaying, but you tried, and it made him proud.

Then last night, he and the guys planned a special Halloween show at the Hideout. To fit the Corroded Coffin name, Eddie insisted they all dress up as vampires, complete with costumes, fake blood and fangs, black nails that you helped paint, and a fog machine that he borrowed from the theater department at school.

It was no different than any other Tuesday; the same five drunks showed up at the bar plus you and a handful of your coworkers from Bradleys that you convinced to come. They were certainly not the typical audience for the music they played but they enjoyed it nonetheless.

And Eddie showed how grateful he was when he drove you home, fangs still glued on as he nibbled love bites all over your neck. Your squeals were music to his ears.

Tonight, Halloween itself, Tina's "epic" party raged on. The music was bad, the food was worse. The booze was acceptable--someone had picked the lock of Tina's parents liquor cabinet--but the company made it all some big headache.

You and Eddie were huddled in a couple of lawn chairs, solo cups in hand. Jeff and Dave had tagged along, finally upperclassman and eager to be invited, but they had disappeared a while ago, only to be found once it was time to leave. Eddie's lunch box that was filled with pre-rolled joints and tiny plastic bags was slowly emptied and refilled with handfuls of candy and a growing roll of cash, and it was safely trapped between his feet until people decided to approach while you "enjoyed" the party.

The music at these things was always bad but Eddie enjoyed people watching. At the homecoming afterparty, he'd cracked joke after joke about what couples would break up by the end of the night, and which ones would hook up. Tonight the two of you were trying to figure out what everyone's costumes were.

"I think they're supposed to be a horse..." You tilted your head to the side. "Half of a horse."

"A horse's ass," Eddie chuckled.

"Wait! A centaur!" you gasped and grabbed Eddie's shoulder to shake him. "Oh my god."

"That's a really shitty costume for a party," he grinned and sipped at his drink.

Not that either of you were really dressed up.

Eddie had considered reusing his vampire getup from the show but it was a little chilly, so party be damned he was bundled up in a hooded sweatshirt and his battle vest. You had tried to put in some effort and had shown up at his place in a belted white dress with a basket and mannequin's head from some display at work.

"Judith," you grinned. "And the severed head of Holofernes."

You'd dressed the part of some vampiric acolyte for the show the night before and he thought it had been hot but this? He was speechless.

"You look...I...weh...it's pretty badass baby," he agreed as he gave you a once-over.

Parts of the dress and your fingertips were stained red with leftover fake blood and there was a knife on your belt. Where had you gotten that?

"I...uh...don't think anyone's gonna know what that is though. Knife's pretty cool; use it to keep the creeps away."

"But that's what I have you for."

You had gotten cold about a half-hour in and had gone to the van to get your jacket and ditch the basket.

Eddie scanned the crowd for another ridiculous costume but he was simply annoyed by all of the Madonnas and people in their Star Wars bed sheet togas and--

"31...32...33..." the crowd over by the keg started chanting louder and louder, and party goers abandoned their conversation to see what all the hubbub was.

Eddie got to his feet to try and get a good look at which douchebag was marking their territory and immediately fell back into his seat when he recognized them.

"Not this fucking guy," he muttered with a roll of his eyes.

"Who is it?" you asked. "That Harrington guy you told me about?"

"No it's this other guy," Eddie shook his head. "Just started at Hawkins High. Been here a grand total of 3 days and already acts like everyone's scum."

"34...35...36..."

"Maybe he's scared, looks like he's trying to show off," you offered. Eddie knew you were too nice, too good...you gave people the benefit of the doubt.

"No, he's a real piece of work," he explained. "Parked next to me on Monday. Slammed his door into the side of the van and when I tried to say 'hey pal,' he slammed it again, told me it was a piece of shit anyway, and then flipped me off."

You pursed your lips and looked over at the crowd.

"37...38...39..."

"I think he almost ran a bunch of kids off the road earlier too. Saw it as I was driving home."

"What the fuck?"

"40...41...42..." The crowd started cheering and a spray of beer soared over heads and rained down on the concrete of the patio. "Billy! Billy! Billy!"

He howled, hands curled into triumphant claws at his sides, head turning up to the sky. He called out to the stars and the moon as the remnants of beer foamed at the corners of his mouth.

"That's how you do it Hawkins," Billy Hargrove then roared amidst cheers of his name. "That's how you do it."

He and his entourage passed the two of you as they made their way into the house, and Eddie felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end when Billy's eyes stopped on you for the briefest of seconds.

And it truly was only a second. Hell, he might not have even looked at you, there were plenty of people there. Eddie already didn't like this guy, already made his mind up about him, but it was though he could sense something inside of Billy, and it ignited something inside of him.

Danger. Protect. Hide. Fight. Run.

He wanted to ask if you felt the same way, but your attention had already drifted away from the commotion as you scanned the crowd for another silly costume. So he just pushed it down.

After a few more hours, sales started drying up and Eddie announced it was time to go. You agreed; it was a school night for Eddie and the guys and you had work in the morning. Eddie tossed you his keys and the lunchbox and told you to get the van started while he found Jeff and Dave.

Jeff had been easy to find. Tina's parents had a great home theater in the rec room in the basement and Cinephile that Jeff was had made his way down there once he saw that the party life wasn't really for him. It was a cozy little spot with sodas and a bowl of candy, and Jeff was settled on a cozy couch to watch The Wizard of Oz with a girl actually dressed as Dorothy, sparkly shoes and all.

"Alright, time to go," Eddie announced and he flipped the light switch. "There's no place like home."

"Come on Ed," Jeff whined. "Just a few more minutes. They're about to melt the Witch!"

Eddie sighed; these kids were lucky that he liked them so much.

"You have 10 minutes while I find Dave," he grumbled. "Then you better be in the van or you can walk home."

Dave took a little longer to find. Eddie checked the makeshift dance floor, he checked all of the bathrooms, and then he got to a corridor of bedrooms and walked in on several scenes he wished he would rather not until he came to the last door in the hall. Pretty and pink and carved with the name "Tina" on the front of it.

It was the only place left...and Eddie didn't know whether he should be a dick to his friend or proud of him. Especially for possibly bagging the popular party host herself.

He banged his fist on the door.

"Dave, stop your smooching," he hollered. "Jeff's mom said curfew was midnight." A wet smacking sound of lips separating emanated through the wood and then Dave's soft "oh shit" and Eddie had to hold back his laughter.

When the door opened, both Dave and Tina looked a little drunk and a little embarrassed as they straightened out their clothes. Eddie slapped a hand on Dave's shoulder and let him back through the house.

"Call me Davey," she called after them.

"Don't worry, he will," Eddie laughed. "Thanks for the party."

The crowd had already died down but there were still some stragglers. People milled about in the yard, bodies gyrated on the dance floor, Tommy Hagan and his girlfriend were horizontal on the couch and it was getting pretty heated.

"Get a room," he hissed at them. "Tina's is free now."

But as he and Dave passed the kitchen on the way toward the door, Eddie caught sight of a familiar white dress splattered with fake blood, crouched on the floor helping someone.

He had told you to wait in the van, but of course he took too long...hopefully whoever it was that you were with wasn't hurt or anything. Damn it.

But it wasn't until he noticed who you were leaning over that the uneasy feeling that had been ignited in Eddie earlier flared up again and his throat clenched.

Danger. Hide. Run.

The leather jacket, the sticky shirtless chest, the hand gripped tightly around your wrist that you kept tugging and tugging to get out of his grasp.

"I don't want to be here, they t-took me away from the only home I've ever known and it's not my fault," Billy whined to you, heaved. "And now I'm here and I can't go. I'm stuck."

"I know," you said sympathetically.

"I just wanna see the beach again," his grip on your wrist tightened. "The water and the clouds and the sun. And there's this diner where she works and I'd always go to get a burger and a malt."

"Yeah?"

"And she'd call me Silly Billy."

His eyes wrenched shut and he tugged you closer, enough that you lost your balance and had to steady a hand against his chest, right over his heart.

You froze and gasped in pain and Eddie saw red.

Fight. Protect.

Eddie shoved Dave towards the door with a quick "waitinthedamnvan" and then stormed into the kitchen.

"I think she was one and I'll never--"

"Get your filthy fucking hands off my girlfriend Hargrove!"

Eddie reached over and pried Billy's hand from your wrist, and then tugged you to your feet and into his arms. You were shaking.

"Are you ok?" he asked frantically, looking over every inch of you. "What did he do? Tell me. What did he do?"

"N-Nothing, I just saw him there on the floor," you stammered, eyes distant. "I didn't know...I didn't know..."

Eddie ran his hands over you, cradled your face for a second to make sure you were alright, and then once he was sure, he turned his sights on Billy.

He crouched beside him on the ground and grabbed the lapels of Billy's jacket. He hoisted him up enough so he could slam him back down onto the floor again.

"You don't get to look at her," he warned through gritted teeth.

"E-Eddie," you called softly. He ignored you and did it again. Up the slightest bit, and then forced back down again until he could hear the breath wheeze through Billy's mouth.

"You don't get to touch her," he growled.

"Eddie stop, he didn't do anything, he's just drunk. He's empt--" you reasoned but Eddie ignored you. He listed Billy one last time, up and up and up, until both of their noses were touching and glassy, vacant blue eyes had nowhere to look but murderous brown ones.

"And if you ever get near her again, I'll kill you."

"EDDIE!" Eddie dropped Billy onto the floor and straightened himself up. He turned back to you and faltered at the sight of your wide, fear-filled eyes. He looked down at Billy again, who was on the ground again but curled in on himself.

Eddie looked at his hands and then back up at you.

"Please, let's go," you shuddered and held out your hand to take his, and then you tugged him through the house and out the door.

Jeff and Dave noticed the tension between the two of you but didn't say anything, instead just silently sat in the back until they were dropped off. Eddie vacantly drove through Hawkins all the while caught up in his own thoughts.

He was only trying to protect you, he wasn't trying to hurt Billy, Billy was hurting you, you were scared, you were hurt...

But you were still scared and hurt. Your breathing hadn't returned to it's usual evenness and when he looked over your hands were shaking. You kept pressing into the palm of the hand that had touched Billy's chest and Eddie wondered...

What did he wonder? He had so many questions. Questions he knew you weren't going to answer. But he couldn't just let it go.

At the end of the night, after Jeff and Dave were dropped off at home, and Eddie had parked the van outside your apartment, he clenched his hands on the steering wheel and gritted his teeth.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he apologized softly.

"You didn't scare me," you replied and relief washed over him. "You didn't do anything wrong. You thought I was in danger...and I'm grateful that you stepped in Eddie. I'm just...I'm...I don't know...shaken. He felt...wrong."

"Felt?" he cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. You had said something like that before about people. How they felt. He just thought it was...what you thought of them.

"There's a lot of anger but also a lot of pain..." you started and then your eyes got distant again. "And then...a great, wide void..."

What did it mean? A void?

Eddie felt the panic build inside him again and your eyes immediately darted to his. The smile that suddenly appeared on your face was soothing but Eddie could tell it was forced.

"I think I had too much punch," you explained. "I need to sleep it off."

You leaned over to kiss him goodnight and mutter a soft "I love you" but before you could get out of the van, Eddie stopped you.

"Listen," he began. "I know...I know I took it too far tonight. And I'm sorry again. But...but if you ever see Billy Hargrove again...you put as much distance between the two of you as possible. Something's...wrong with that guy. He's bad news."

"Eddie, that's...you know how that feels when someone says that about you, I don't think--"

"No, I'm serious. You keep your distance from him," Eddie warned. "Not because of me, but for your own safety. Hargrove...he's dangerous.

"He's a beast."

#aasb #hymns of heaven #Eddie munson x reader #tw violence #tw angst

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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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working on it

main masterlist

this is a list of all my wips (including requests) so we can all be on the same page in regards to what i have coming up 🖤

*these aren’t in any particular order - as you guys know, i write what i have inspiration to write and not in order of when requests were received or series were updated.* if you don't see your request on here, and did not get a response from me letting you know i'd be unable to write it, then i didn't receive it. feel free to send it in again if you'd like.

i saw @sweetpeapod’s “to do list” and it’s such a great idea i literally never would’ve thought to make one myself so all credit to her for this! 🥰

updated: 06/06/23

legend: actively writing • on hold/writer’s block • haven’t started

series

bucky barnes:

if i could - chapter five

keeping secrets - chapter seven

stucky:

trust me - chapter two

drabbles, one shots or continuations (not series)

andy barber:

waiting - pt 2

dark!professor andy

bucky barnes:

soft!dark bucky - basement wife

dark!brat tamer bucky

you can’t - pt 2

dark!ex bucky - pregnant reader (might not end up dark lolll)

when a stranger calls bucky

yandere mechanic bucky

“enemies” to lovers bucky

iou - pt 2…possible miniseries

enemies to lovers - one bed trope

die happy - chubby!reader

first time for everything - drabble

call it what you want to - pt 2

mean!bucky one shot

duke!bucky x duchess!reader (soft!dark?)

pro wrestler!bucky

charles blackwood:

dark!charles halloween fic

lee bodecker:

dark!lee - traveling!reader

dark!lee - salem witch trial

lloyd hansen:

ransom drysdale:

delivery - one shot

mean!ransom one shot

nick fowler:

dark!nick - daddy’s dead - one shot

steve kemp:

steve rogers:

mean!steve one shot

stucky:

dark! road trip fic (two stories in one/choose your own adventure)

royalty au

fumbling - drabble

fawn - pt 2

requests

humble request to the queen of my lil dark heart for your sluttiest a/b/o with your man of choice inspired by ‘hurt you’ by the weeknd 🖤

bucky barnes:

request/imagine: mafia bucky x reader where bucky is very obviously obsessed/infatuated with the reader and just wants her to be his but she plays hard to get (for some time) and starts hanging out with other men so he gets jealous and punishes her (smut if you want with degradation/humiliation kink idk💀) very new to tumblr so idk if im doing this right or not. thank you! 💘

Dearie write some angry seggs with Bucky barnes

Scenario 5 10 17 22 please & Dialogue prompts 32 and 38 please with bucky 😭 he’s a total grinch throughout but seeing the reader happy makes him happy and I love the grumpy x sunshine trope🤤😮‍💨

Hey yo! I'm not sure if you're still accepting Christmas prompts or anything (I've absolutely loved reading them) But I've been listening to this song on repeat and idk, I can just imagine the reader singing it to Buck on their first christmas together, and him falling even more in love with them. Anywho, happy holidays, can't wait to read anything and everything you bless us all with 🥰❤️🎄

What would have happened in a AU version of your dark biker Bucky finding his soulmate finally…and also meeting her husband?

What if the reader had a really toxic husband who wouldn’t let her go or let their divorce proceed unless she cheated on him? Only the man she picks for her affair, Bucky Barnes, is WAY worse than her husband and she doesn’t realize until it’s too late? (No idea though if this is like a mobster Bucky or Winter Solider or some other profession)

a bucky fic of any length based on this text exchange with my husband (who’s deployed) ((i’m the red bubble lol)) 🥹 you work is magic so i trust however you wanna take this

Bellllaaaaa hiiii:) I’m hooked on biker/bartender bucky(even tattoo artist bucky) with fucking Tats right now and I’d totally love if you could maybe write him and chubby/plus sized reader having a flirty relationship, maybe they’re like a fling or something. She works at his bar/tattoo shop, whichever au you pick, and they’re just fucking flirty and so naughty together lol. Smut is always welcomed!! Thank u bby in advance<3 mwahhh🥺💋

Was curious if you could do a TFAWS Bucky request? Reader is a curvy plus size gal, and Sam has been trying and trying to get Bucky to ask her out. Then one day, he finds her really upset and self conscious… He finally lets his true feelings show, trying to make her feel better… maybe it turns into more? 👀🥰 Like…. ‘Let me just show you how beautiful you are..’ kinda thing lol. I really hope that made sense ☠️☠️

charles blackwood:

Hello there I want to ask... Do you still write Charles blackwood x reader fanfic? It has to be very romantic but very naughty. Charles being very sexy and dominating. It is also the reader's very first time with him too. Can it include a photo of Charles as well? Thanks x

max burnett:

Hi can I request a max Burnett x plus!size reader.

nick fowler:

Okay, speaking of thots, having the Nick Fowler says something sexy in Romanian and leaves gifs back-to-back with the 'no, I'm not okay; I should be sucking his dick rn" thot was— 🥵 Think you could combine those two into a little (or big, would not complain 😉) something something? 😘🤍 👉🏻👈🏻

I’m reading a book about the history evolution of dating, and it has this section on sugar daddies and babies. Apparently a lot of sugar babies are warned not to fall for their daddies, but the women report that usually it’s the other way around and the men fall for them. So what about a soft dark mafia Nick who quickly gets obsessed with his sugar baby reader? He just get more intense the more she denies an emotion connection because it’s just bad business on her end.

pwyc! bucky:

Hi I loved your Pretty when you cry series read it twice already and you did a amazing job 🥰 I was wondering if you could write the reader from that series being catcalled by some creep and dark biker Bucky witnesses it and completely losing it and defending her and maybe it ends with some fluff I hope you have a lovely day or night ❤️

OK maybe After Reading your Dark Soulmate Story I want/need more 😁 So I was thinking about Bucky and the Curvy Reader. Was there ever a time when Bucky Breaks down and cry? Like, He is so Hurt that he is Not Angry but gets really sad? How would the Reader react? How would Bucky himself react? Thanks again For creating These two and thank you For your time🖤 i Love them.

Hi Bella! So you’re my fav tumblr writer and I’m never gonna get over pwyc cause it’s pretty fucking amazing, and I don’t know if you’re taking requests for drabbles or anything like that, but I thought I might as well ask! So imagine that Bucky and Y/N have been living together for a while and things have been great, but Bucky is thinking of proposing, but Y/N is so not ready to get married or have kids, and her and Bucky get into a huge fight over it, and maybe she briefly moves out, and Bucky is basically lost but like also super angry cause we all know he doesn’t take rejection too well, but in the end they make up and by that I mean smut, and you can decide if they get engaged or not, but yeah that’s basically it

Hi! I love pwyc so much then when i saw the new trust series was from you I did a little happy dance! I was wondering if i could request a little drabble of what would happen if reader found out she was pregant and how biker Bucky would react? If not no pressure honestly love all your fics thanks for sharing them with us!

Belllllllaaaaa I have a request to make for pwyc series💕❤️ Imagine bucky getting possessive and jealous of readers coworkers, the reader trying to escape when he thought they were finally getting somewhere in their relationship…..😬😬 would he be angry or upset just love feral bucky 🫣😭🥵

Pwyc reader having nightmare about that night Bucky raped her. While dark!pwyc Bucky is sleeping right next to her. So reader started crying in her sleep,tears and all (cause that's what she does best) from the nightmare with him in it and woke Bucky up. Bucky can tell what it was about and started to soothe her nightmares the only way his perverted ass knows how. He started nuzzling and kissing her neck all over and kiss all her all over her face including her lips,eyes and her tears away while his hands roam all over her body to wake her up. Reader woke up still crying and Bucky ended up giving her the most gentlest (?),angsty or passionate sex? Idk,it doesn't have to be gentle. Just like really angsty and passionate in a really pwyc dark!Bucky way to show reader he's her only choice no matter what so she just gonna learn how to love him and get over her fear and nigthmare with the fear and nightmare himself. And maybe some angsty stomach flipping aftercare afterwards. Dark! request ofc. This can be during pwyc or after pywc,it's up to you. Reader being a crybaby makes this fic special to me :,D Been looking for a pic like this. Thank you so much and sorry if my English sucks a lil. I try. Tysm again 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Hiii Bella!! I love your writing so much, you're very talented 😍 I found the pwyc series about three days ago and I've read it twice 😅 I wasn't that productive at work ig 🤣 as a curvy girl myself who falls very close into the description of the reader/soulmate who loves Bucky, I felt very satisfied. So... I'm rubbish at requests but I thought I would like to ask for something and it's nice that you're kind and understanding so I don't feel too anxious about doing so 👀 so... what about reader going out shopping a dress for an occasion (idk what exactly, something formal-ish ig... a birthday party/dinner maybe?) and the shop assistants make her feel bad by saying things like "we don't have clothes in that big of a size, miss" or "this doesn't suit your fat thighs/stomach" (this has happened a lot to me, unfortunately)? And she gets home sad and spends all week self-loathing and insecure, wearing very baggy clothes and starving herself and pwyc bucky doesn't exactly get what's going on because she doesn't want to discuss it but he feels how down she feels and worries. Then he hears her explaining the experience to eva and he becomes a man on a mission. He has one thing in mind; to shower her with compliments, sweet nothings and have beautiful, passionate and rough sex with her 😏 (and also decides to punch whoever said sh*t about his girl). Thank youuu 💜💜 P.S. Sorry if this was too long☺️

hiii so i just thought of pwyc fluff (bc i love two hopeless romantics) so uhhh what if reader gives bucky a pet name? calls him "love" in front of his friends and bucky just melts and swoons

I just want pwyc reader and bucky to have kids 🫣😬😂 it would be so unexpected and I’m sure bucky would be super excited even if the news comes out of the blue 🥺🥺💕💕 it would be so funny though 😂😂

Just finished your dark soulmate Bucky fic-absolutely loved it, stayed up WAY too late reading it because I couldn’t stop. I was wondering if kids are ever discussed between them? I feel like no for both of them because Bucky seems too greedy to share the reader/lose time with her and I don’t know if the reader would really want babies with him after their start, even if she’s forgiven him. But I do wonder what would happen to Bucky’s mindset-does having a daughter make him realize any new aspects of what he did? Does a son make him worry about raising a man who could do what Bucky did to his own soulmate?

I have a pwyc prompt! Reader borrows Bucky’s beloved car as hers is in his shop. He tells her to be careful as it’s his baby. She misjudges a turn and wrecks it, only gets minor cuts/bruises but goes hospital to get checked out in case concussion. She doesn’t want to see bucky - freaking out about seeing him and admitting she crashed his baby but of course his main worries lie with someone else’s welfare!

what if reader wasn't bucky's soulmate but he wants her anyway. (long request)

Sorry in advance if this is too indulgent even for fanfic, but would you be interested in a prompt where pwyc Bucky is thrilled that the reader is gaining weight? Either because he takes it as a sign that she’s happy so she eating more, they’re going out on fun dates and have delicious things to eat or they’re spending too much time together for her to work out, etc etc. but he’s super into it. And loves to show it, especially during moments when she’s upset about it? So it’s something positive instead of negative.

Hi Bella. Love your work and love that you write curvy/plus size reader as I’m a curvier girl myself. I was wondering if you could write a Drabble/fic with pwyc bucky worshipping/praising reader’s bigger body - maybe she’s having a bad self image day or similar and he kisses all of her curves and lumps/bumps because he genuinely adores her figure and also is very much turned on by her even if she sometimes worries his muscular frame would be better suited to smaller partners as he’s so in shape.

This but she hurts herself bad?🤔🥺

“You come across any other kinks you wanna try, you just let me know. You know I’ll do anything for you, pretty girl.” Hmm how about breeding kink combined with marking kink. I believe the possessive side of Bucky here would absolutely eat this up and be feral. Would love to see your take on this, but if you don’t want, that’s okay! Thank youuu! 🫶🏻

Hi Bella! I have an idea for a PWYC Drabble please don’t feel obligated to respond or make it. So today I was walking and some total jerks yelled out the window calling me fat. I wonder how Bucky would either comfort reader or handle it. I know you have something similar with your knight drabble. Thank you for all of the incredible work you’ve given us, this is my favorite series of all time— you’re a great writer. ♥️🥹

Hi! I’m a huge fan of PWYC and I was wondering if you thought about doing a pregnancy one shot, or multiple shots related to Bucky and reader starting a family? I’m curious how the dynamic would be considering how Bucky already acts towards reader and how he tends to be very loving but also on consistent watch over reader. If you don’t like the idea or aren’t interested that’s totally okay too!

steve rogers:

I would love to see a stalker Steve Rogers who thinks he’s “courting” you when he buys you presents off your (private) wishlists, takes care of chores around the house when you’re sleeping or away, has lunch delivered to your workplace for you, etc. (sure it’s scary and weird all these things are happening to you, but I would also like to come home to packages on my porch and my lawn mowed, you know?)

#bellasburdens #masterlist #my wips #nickfowlerrr

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flippphones · 2 months

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what happened on your holiday with the guy

Okay this might be a long post so sorry to anyone not interested in the intimate details of my life lol.

There were a few things he did that I didn’t like personally while we were away but the main thing was we were on different flights back to Melbourne and were supposed to meet up & go to a hotel together because it was after midnight when we got back in. Hhe was staying in Melbourne for a few days & I live 2 hours out of the city.

He got in first & discovered that the hotel had cancelled the booking. I had a half hour flight delay so I still had to go through bag pickup & customs after he’d got in. In that time he found a friend that would let him stay over in Melbourne & asked me what I was going to do cos his friend only had a couch. I said idk I literally just found out & it was too late for transport so I could only sleep at the airport until morning. He said ok I can wait for you to get to arrivals but the situation will be the same so I said “ok. Just go.”

Just upset me that a) didn’t wait to say goodbye or make sure I knew what I was doing before leaving the airport and b) didn’t even check in to see I had got home ok until the following evening

#I ended up getting $150 Uber home instead of sleeping at the airport

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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See you again someday || Loki x Reader ||

A/N; okay, this popped into my mind and I have no idea what to do with it so here it is! This was only meant to be 1k but I just kept typing!

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Warnings: is it Stockholm Syndrome? Idk. Sexual description, hostage situation, controlled!Loki

You were planning to travel back home for the holidays and the only flight that you could get was one that ultimately changed your life. Everything was normal as you sat down in your aisle with your bag safely packed up above you.

Across the aisle, you spotted a handsome man. He looked handsome, his ebony hair slicked back and his proud jaw pulled into a half smirk as he eyed the flight attendant walking up and down the aisle.

Curiosity struck you and you found yourself watching this man as all procedures were followed through in the plane. He seemed to be indifferent to the warnings of a crash, didn't listen to what to do if the plane should crash into the water and merely stared down at his briefcase as he chuckled to himself.

As the plane took off, you averted your gaze to the book that you had brought with you and lost yourself in the story of Gatsby and Nick. Reality only seeped back in when you heard the soft, "excuse me, miss?" come from the other side of the aisle and spotted the handsome British man now talking to the flight attendant.

"You might want to take a look at that note," he continued with a smug smirk and you watched the flight attendant stare at him in confusion before he whispered, "I have a bomb."

Your blood turned cold and you pressed yourself into your chair and tried to push yourself back into your novel as a way to look inconspicuous but it failed when you heard him add on, "I want her."

Silence reigned before you turned your head towards the man and froze when you registered that he was staring at you and your heart dropped. Oh boy, you thought, a safe trip home turned into a hijacking and my possible death!

"Right away, Mr Cooper," the flight attendant muttered before walking over to you and frowning as she helped you from your seat and walked you over to Mr Cooper.

Instantly, Mr Cooper pulled you into his lap and pulled a gun from his jacket before pointing it at your temple, forcing your body to shut down in fear, and your eyes squeezed shut.

"Do you have a name, darling?" the man purred in your ear and he cooed when you whimpered your name to him, "such a pretty name, dear, you're a beauty."

Had this been in a cafe without the gun, you would have welcomed sitting on this man's lap but now that you knew he was a terrorist, you instantly switched off any attraction to the man.

"Now, my dear, if you would be so kind," Cooper addressed the flight attendant again, "tell your captain that this plane is to go to the nearest airport and I demand $200,000 in exchange for this beautiful woman here and I demand that I be flown to Massachusetts for my crimes."

The flight attendant nodded and walked away stiffly, leaving you isolated with this man.

"You're so tense, my darling," Cooper whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine in horror as his hands explored the expanse of your hips and stomach, "why not come with me, hmm? You'll love where I come from."

"As if I'd run away with you," you snapped, forgetting who you were talking to until the gun pressed harder into your temple and you whispered, "I'm sorry."

The man chuckled and looked out of the window to see that they were landing in an airport with a crowd of police already there waiting. A smirk pulled at the corner of the terrorist's lips as he began to slowly press kisses down your neck, "are you sure you decline?"

"Yes," you whispered, feeling your body about to betray you and give in to your desires for this British man to take you right then and there.

However, with a bump, the plane landed and you could hear the sirens blaring outside the plane. You began to tremble in your captors arms as you stared out of the window, feeling utterly useless in your situation.

"Be a good pet and go out to get the ransom for me," Cooper purred in your ear, forcing your body to throb with confused need, "if you run, you'll regret doing so."

With a small nod, you scrambled off the man's lap and walked stiffly over to the door to the plane and watched as they brought the stairs so you could walk down. When you reached the bottom, the police tried to get you away from the plane but you shook your head and fearfully whispered, "he'll kill me if I leave. Give me the ransom."

The police looked as if they wanted to complain but when they saw your desperate eyes, they complied and handed you the bag of $200,000. Turning on your heel, you walked back up the stairs and into the plane where Cooper was waiting with his gun pointed to the flight attendant.

"Very good, pet," the man purred, walking over to you and taking the bag from you, wrapping it around his shoulders before smirking at you, "I'll see you again someday."

"I hope not," you responded bitterly.

The man chuckled and sealed his lips to yours briefly before pulling away and whispering so quietly that you almost missed it, "you don't mean that. I'll come back for you."

With that, he nodded to you and you took that as a signal that you could escape so you turned and sped down the stairs into the waiting arms of a female officer who consoled you while you cried.

~~~

That was 41 years ago and you'd heard that Cooper was never found, he never landed in Massachusetts, he wasn't on the plane at all when it landed!

You never married, always fearful that the men who got close to you would somehow put a bullet through your brain like Cooper would have. Perhaps his kiss was a curse, damning you to never marry because you refused him.

Suddenly, the news channel changed to a live feed of an invasion in Manhattan and you were horrified to see that flying around on one of the alien spacecraft was none other than D.B. Cooper. He wasn't dressed as if he was human, though, mostly wearing armour and a green cloak with golden horns adorning his head.

You were glad that you lived in the suburbs of New York, far away from the invasion and Cooper. That relief didn't last long as a portal opened in your living room and out stepped Cooper. He was terrifying, almost seven feet tall with those horns on his face and his electric blue eyes locked onto your own eyes.

"Darling," the man purred, a grin spreading across his handsome face, "I told you I'd see you again."

You screamed and jumped backwards, grabbing the bookcase and using your adrenaline-filled muscles to pull it down on top of the man, knocking his helmet from his head and making him fall to the floor with a loud cry.

There was silence for a while after that and you feared that you'd killed him when he began to groan and push himself up, holding his head and squinting his eyes. When his eyes locked onto yours once more, they weren't electric blue anymore, instead they were a beautiful shade of emerald.

"Y/N?" he whispered softly, the tone sounding so unusual to you after what you remembered of him and how he sounded just moments ago. "Norns, how much time has passed since I saw you? I promised," he whispered, slowly getting to his feet and wincing in agony as he stepped closer to you.

You picked up the closest thing to you and didn't even react when you saw that it was just a book. "Don't come closer, Cooper!" you yelled, your old arms aching and your body crying out for rest from the stress and adrenaline crash.

"I am Loki," the man responded, his hand over his heart as he frowned, "I posed as Cooper because of a dare from my brother. I never thought... I forgot..."

"I'm glad you didn't come back!" you snarled, your grip tightening on the book as you held it between you and him, "my life was better without you!"

Loki tilted his head and smirked as he shook his head, "has it, pet? You bear no wedding ring, no signs of children, not even photos of travel. How have you spent your life? Did you consider my offer?"

Your silence told the God all he needed to know and a proud smirk spread across his face as he walked closer to you and sealed your chin between his lips, "I would have married you, pet. I would have given you children. I would have travelled with you through Nine Realms just to see you smile. You're mine."

Had you been 25 again, you would have melted into his lusty voice and shallow promises but now you only scoffed and pulled away forcefully, "you gave me an offer and I refused as I am still doing now."

"Even if I could give this to you?" he whispered softly, his fingers glowing green with magic as your body suddenly became less wrinkled and stressed. Your hair became its once vibrant colour and you felt free. "This could be you, pet, for centuries by my side," Loki whispered, his fingers dancing over your soft skin, "just say yes."

You stared at Loki for as long as you could without breaking before your mind brought you back to the long years when you woke up in the dead of night after dreaming of Cooper's dangerous hands exploring your body and fingering you until you came around his expert fingers. About how you thirsted for his cock that you felt through the slacks he was wearing. Fire lit your body once more as you looked at your captor again.

"Okay," you whispered weakly, finding that your voice sounded so much more youthful now than it did before Loki's magic showed you what you used to look like, "I will run away with you."

"Oh, kjaere," Loki whispered with a smile, his hand cupping your cheek as he tilted his head, "then I shall restore your youth and this will never happen without me there ageing beside you."

Loki looked as if he was far away for a moment before a golden apple appeared in his palm and he whispered an incantation before his illusion dropped and you were back to being 66 again. The God saw your disappointment and whispered softly, "not to worry, I cast an enchantment so that the apple shall grant you not only immortality but youth as well."

You smiled weakly at him before biting into the golden fruit and moaning at the sweet taste that hit your buds. It was as if you'd never tasted anything before, you ate the whole apple and felt like you needed more to sustain yourself but Loki simply whispered, "you only get one, the addiction will wane away in a few hours."

You suddenly felt light-headed and told Loki such before everything became black and you heard a muffled scream of your name.

~~~

The next time you woke, your bed seemed much comfier than you recalled and you didn't remember ever owning golden walls. You sat up quickly and instantly regretted it as the pain rushed to your head and you groaned.

"Slowly, dear," came a gentle voice from beside you and you saw a lady with beautiful golden hair and the kindest look in her eyes that you'd ever seen, "you mustn't move so quickly, Loki was foolish to try and change you so quickly. I suppose he truly lived up to the quote 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. My, where are my manners? I am Queen Frigga, Loki's mother."

You froze when you heard the word 'Queen'. "I'm sorry," you interrupted her, melting slightly at her small smile of understanding, "Loki is a Prince?"

The Queen laughed and nodded before releasing a sad sigh, "Loki is my son but not of blood. I fear that is what both New York and an occurrence that happened a year past were about."

You nodded slowly before leaning back in your bed and releasing a tiny sigh. "Where is he?" you asked with a frown, your anxiety building when you saw Frigga's frown, "where is he, your grace?"

"Due to Loki's crimes, he has been confined to the dungeons for the next five hundred years and an additional hundred years without his magic," Frigga whispered, tears forming in her eyes and your heart ached for this mother but something didn't sit right with his confinement.

"I won't accept it," you whispered, throwing the covers away determinedly and slipping out of bed, "I am going to fight for him."

"I wouldn't expect any less from his wife," Frigga replied with a soft smile, standing from her chair to approach you. "Come," she said, gesturing to the door, "I shall take you to your husband."

~~~

The walk was a long one and especially when you and Frigga were concealed so you had to stay as quiet as possible. When you finally arrived at the dungeons, you realised that there were many more criminals in here than you had thought.

"There aren't that many," Frigga whispered as if she had read your mind as she guided you down the large corridor until she reached one that looked perfectly furnished unlike the others around it.

Loki was reading a book in a chair by the barrier and for the first time in years, your heart raced and your body was alight with arousal. He looked so perfect sitting there. As if he was sculpted from stone in that very position with that tunic wrapping so enticingly around his godly body and those leather pants leaving nothing to the imagination if he just shifted a tiny bit. His ebony hair was curled around his shoulders, bouncing as he tilted his head and flipped a page with his long dextrous fingers.

"Mother," he greeted boredly, his eyes never leaving the pages of his novel but you had the feeling that he was looking at the two of you. "And my darling Y/N, it is good to see you awake," he whispered, his eyes still fixed on the book.

"Enough of the illusions, Loki," Frigga scolded her son, easily walking you through the barrier but she remained outside, "I have brought your wife, she wishes to see the real you."

Magic fizzled away and the Loki at the table disappeared and you were brought face to face with the real Loki, his eyes locked on yours with a victorious smirk on his face. "My love," he purred, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, "will you fight for me?"

"I will make sure that Odin rues the day he sealed you away," you spat, your eyes aflame with a hunger for the God in front of you.

"I'm so proud that I chose you," Loki cooed before leaning forward and sealing your lips with his.

In 41 years, you hadn't imagined that you'd feel his lips again. In 41 years, you had hoped that what he said to you wouldn't come true but now it has, and you were nothing but happy.

I'll see you again someday.

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