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raphycraft · 4 years ago

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The Bridge in the Birch

Notes: Hi! this is my first fic in a long time tbh, I haven't written in a while and this was just kind of for fun, as most fics are, but I am not looking for any critique on this fic, I'm not looking to improve just sing my mlm heart out lol. Anyway!! this is my little fic about Steve and Alex meeting for the first time in mc, I headcanon Alex as a dude mostly so Alex is a dude in this fic as well as Steve, just wanted to write that outside the tags as well because I don't want people to get confused when they’re expecting a woman presenting or lady Alex! likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! This is a one-shot but I plan to write more little one-shots with the same Steve and Alex : )

Wordcount: 5860

Tags: mlm, gay romance, men loving men, he him Alex, he him Steve, minecraft fanfiction, slowburn, romance , vanilla mc fic

The Bridge in the Birch

He strode across the plains, following the stream downhill, it was a dim day with not much to do. Finding himself humming the beat of that one disc, what was it called? The label had 'Mall' written lazily and smeared across the vinyl disc, he remembered. Reminiscing the confused excitement of finding something entirely new while also having no idea what it was. He spent days building something to play it, something he had seen in a village once, a jukebox, it was called. The day he got it working, he tumbled around his room. Stepping easily and shaking his head with pace, back and forth to the soothing beat of the melody. It was something entirely new, something he had never even seen before. And it was really great.

Running his tawny and worn fingers through his dust, brown hair, he sighed back to reality. Weight of the world falling upon his laboured shoulders again, it must have only been 20 or 30 times before that tune became monotonous and drab? yes? Just another thing in the world to become boring, the thrill of the world around him was slowly and ever so slightly becoming less and less every day. Even now, taking an evening walk with a diamond sword concealed in the sheath was ludicrous, but normal for him. But despite the nagging drab of the world, it kept going, and soon enough Steve would have to head back home soon, as dusk approached and the sun melted away into the horizon. But he continued, it wasn't like too much harm could be done to the entirely armoured individual.

The stream now began to widen out, following the dirt and grass through to the birch woodland and growth not too far ahead. Steves heavy boots began to sink slightly into the muddy frays of the upcoming river. He strayed away slightly to avoid having to clean that mess when he returned later. As the moon began to rise above the hills and mounds of the beyond, the shimmer of the diamond armour was more apparent, traces of light swirling the seams and bolts of Steves armour, the plum shimmering form of the character heading into the heavy shrub and thicket. Birch trunks surrounded him, he lit a torch, fiercely grinding the coal ore against the frayed wooden stick. Burning brightly, the flame burst into life and swallowed the emerging darkness around Steve, whipping and lashing at the trees and shrub around it, Steve always managed to sway and manoeuvre it well enough to avoid any little forest fires. A mistake sorely made too many times when he first woke up in this abyss, empty world.

The sun was still swirling and melding against the rust and rouge sky still, barely visible as the transition formed between the two lights in the sky, watching the two supposedly shift and the sky reform never got old, it was one of the only things that never became annoying, or drab, or like a nagging feeling of time passing for Steve, he craned his head upwards steadily, as he followed the light he held out in front of him into the forest. He decided he would follow the river around the birch thicket, he knew this area well but hadn't usually ventured past the broad and sunk river, all the way from the small stream in the plains, the body of water travelled down the lands and formed larger and greater till the birch thicket approached, it formed deep here and had never occurred to Steve go beyond the water.

It was then Steve let his head fall to the area in front of him again, fanning the smouldering flame in his hands to reignite the fiesty flame, his eyes squinting desperately at a moving form in the approaching shrub, the glow of a lantern was sparkling against the light of steves torch, he almost dropped the stick at his own feet, bewildered at the sight, a light source? There was no village, he knew that for sure, no lanterns or lights he had left himself, he had walked this route a thousand times when he needed to clear his thoughts, only his thoughts were racing faster than ever before.

Did a villager leave this lantern here or something? he thought as he approached, gently reaching up to touch the lantern hanging from its rusted chain, attached to the birch branch above him, just to check it was real. The smouldering heat of the flame hitting the glass was real, and he could feel it, he almost rang back his dishevelled hand out of absolute confusion and bewilderment. No? villagers are not known to wander away from their towns, they can barely hold up themselves without a golem. He couldn't imagine a villager wandering out here to place a lantern in the trees. Then what? he turned rapidly, looking for an answer, something to follow this mysterious amber light. There he spotted it, another lamp, and what looked like to be a structure over the river past the dark and bundling trees and shrub. He jogged hurriedly, confused and hoping for answers, but also excited, it wasn't like a structure he had ever seen before, it was something entirely new.

Approaching the structure he slowed, apprehensively standing behind the protection of a birch tree, he gasped to himself as he gazed upon the small bridge crossing the river, it had been about a week or so from which he last walked this way, it must have been created in that time, it was nothing like the other structures, that had always existed before his time, this one was absolutely new.

The wood posts were oak and held strong and clearly new, stripped and held up by fences, nothing was damaged or weak, it was definitely recent, Steve knew that new intoxicating smell of cut wood. There were large stone brick posts forced into the shingle and clay in the riverbed, they held well and the flow of water dashed around the structure intruding its body continuing around the lowland and around to the plains again. There were planks and trapdoors placed and nailed above the wooden posts as a shelter to the bridge, with lanterns hanging down from the roof of the structure. He approached wearily from behind the birch trunk, noticing there had been fresh daisies, oxies and tulips planted, the soil around them fresh and bumpy in the grass. He began to slow as he stepped toward the fresh hold of the bridge, the stone steps late and unfamiliar to him, someone had built this he thought, stepping onto the first ledge of the step.

The sounds of logs falling and colliding as they hid the floor echoed out the forest, Steve whipped his head up instantly, no longer heavy and weighed by his thoughts (and his helmet) fixed in place by shock and disorientation, torpidly lifting his arms to lift the helmet from his crown as his eyes laid upon the figure in front of him.

Their face was pale with awe, their face basking in the light of the bustling lanterns. Squash fray hair pulled to the side in a messy and rushed ponytail, tousled with the wind gently pulling their hair from side to side, their iron boots shining in the emerging moonlight above, they had a ruffled sage shirt, tucked into their bronze and tight belt, their trousers clearly too big for them, hanging by the belt and collecting at the collar of their boots. Steve letting his eyes fall to the logs surrounding their feet, finally reacting to the clonk and clobber initiating his surprise.

"Uh, let, let me get that". Steve had no idea how he could so casually create such a regular response to such a world-changing matter, but it was his reaction, to just respond in such a way that was almost more absurd than the life-changing event of meeting another person that he had just experienced. He scrambled over the bridge, leaving his helmet on the stone pillar of the bridge on his side. Boots thumping heavily against the plank to the other side, realising he had never even been to this side of the river, he couldn't even comprehend there had been another person here.

The individual stood back in confusion, almost aghast at the situation. As he lent down, he came closer to the person, they had a fray stubble on their chin, misshapenly shaved by the looks of it, and blemish and brown freckles peppered their skin all over, tracing their hands and nose, down their neck and onto their collar, of which he noticed now the sage shirt hung loosely off of their shoulders, they were very scrawny, and their hands were thin and bony, they had leathery gloves with the fingers cut off, and he could even see their fingers were freckly. The palms of the gloves worn and discoloured with time, muddy and frayed at the fingertips. Steve collected the logs around their muddy iron boots and slowly raised to meet with the figure, although he couldn't because here he found he was a good head and a half smaller than the person in front of him, he had estimated.

"h-here" Steve awkwardly and abrasively held out the logs in his arms, towards the person in front of him.

"I, thanks, I guess" they took the logs from Steve and stood holding them for a moment, in distraction and a strange inability to continue this strange, strange, interaction.

"Are you the only one?" they asked, with an almost laughable bluntness, their voice was low but gentle, a stark contrast to Steves deep and gruff tone.

"Well, I thought I was. But uh, you, you're here, unless your not human and-"

"I'm human, I think." They cut in, realising that they were both in the same predicament they looked into each other's eyes for a moment, trying to sort and find an answer to this scenario without a single word. Steves wide, clear aqua eyes swirled and looked into the cloudy, tired chartreuse eyes of the person in front of him craning his head slightly to lock gazes.

"My name is Alexander, Alex for short"

"My name is Steve"

The two finally let go of their curious stares, and under the approaching night sky, the stars peering down excitedly on the two Alex gave Steve an apprehensive smile. Steve warily responded with a beaming smirk. They each awkwardly smiled at each other again for another moment, Steves hands awkwardly pinned to his sides, neither had any idea what to do, something was telling Steve to hug him, tell him how happy and excited he was to meet him, how he had wished he crossed this river long ago. And something inside of Alex felt the same, Alex swallowed his hold on his discontent and excitement all at the same time and opened his mouth to speak again.

"Well I, its dark now, so I should be heading home." He blurted in a flustered manner. Tightening his hold on the logs, almost rushing to just run to his comfy, familiar home. Turning on one foot he spun towards the direction he had come.

"Do you want to meet here tomorrow? I just, I've never met a person before and I feel like we could really use each-"

"midday, 12, when the sun hits the 2nd quarter of the clock" Alex scurried off, in apprehension and a clear awkward fear of heaving to deal with this entirely new scenario. He strode as confidently as one could in this sort of ordeal, away from his newly-built bridge he had been so proud of only a few hours ago, remembering he had needed to add extra support to some of the posts, only to have this happen. "You didn't even finish it” he muttered in frustration to himself. Unlike Steve, Alex was a man who preferred his own company, something that seemed to sort itself out nicely in such a world as this, he had become accustomed to talking to his own self as a form of interaction, and had never even considered another person. The only people he knew were the South Village and they never really spoke on the same terms but understood each other well enough. He turned abruptly at this thought to gaze back at the person he now knew as Steve, Steve had excitedly run back from his side of the bridge into the shrub, torch in hand away to the side of the river Alex had never really been before. He turned back and headed into the plains beyond, there his small cabin stood. Away from the village but close enough to see the gentle lamps in the far distance as the darkness of the night entirely fell over the world. Alex dropped the logs and let them hit the small wood porch in absolute exhaustion. His body heavy and anxious he kicked off the large and stumpy boots to the side of his door, leaning over to one of the lamps hanging from his porch cover, opening the small glass panel to light it up as it spat and sprung inside of its cage, it burst bright and heavy as Alex scorched a piece of coal against the small flame. Reaching back to his door he stared at the flame for a moment, still not able to comprehend what had just happened. He quietly pushed the squeaky hinges open and closed the handle just as the sound of rattling bones and light steps emerged from the treeline. Locking the small bolt on his door he sighed with such release he hadn't felt in months, he leaned up against the wooden door and let himself slump against it and idly removed his tattered gloves.

"Your not the only one, Alex" he stared at his own hands for a moment. He clenched them softly in a strange confusion he did not even understand himself, and lifted his heavy body from the wooden floor and into the next room, almost throwing himself onto the bed, not even thinking about his muddy clothes staining the sheets he kicked off the dirty worn trousers over the side of the red sheets and pulled the thin and meagre covers over himself. Laying his head into the worn and handstitched pillow, holding it in fear he might lose it if he let go. The worn and tired bags around his eyes bettered him at that moment, and he fell asleep clutching bedsheets warming himself into the cool night.

The sun poured into the dark and sombre room, Steve rolling over as the light fell onto his figure and lit his shadow up in the amber morning. The birds singing from the windowsill outside, their shadows dancing and halting in front of the window. The figure grumpily held his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to resist his awakening, he pulled the grey covers over his messy tangled hair, he had almost escaped the clutches of the morning when a heavy bark and howl rung from outside of his bedroom doors. A repeated howling and scratching fell on the oak doors. Steve growled with a low hunger and opened his eyes to the noise. "shut up Panda" he begged as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes. rolling onto his side towards the loud and bright window. Sunlight glaring and life peering from the rays that entered his gloomy tired room. He had pondered as to why he hadn't closed the curtains before he fell asleep last night, and then it hit him that it had been a deliberate action. He sat up with a purpose as the events that unfolded the previous night were found in his sleepy memory, he had left them open on purpose so he wouldn't sleep late! He swung his legs over the side of the bed and gasped as they hit the cold floorboards. 'Worst part of the morning' he thought as he stretched and strained his muscles to wake them up. The howling and scratching had yet to slow from behind the double doors, He rose and shuffled over to the doors, swinging them open from the force on the other side.

"Good morning, Panda" He tried to resist and curb his beaming smile as his wolf and friend, sat excitedly at the door in the landing, and burst in the second it had the opportunity. "You're excited this morning arent you, do you know where I'm off to today?" he crossed his sturdy and wiry arms behind his head to stretch again, Panda leaping onto the covers, circling a good spot to sit while she listened to Steve contemplate about all the decisions he had to make before going out. Steve cracked his knuckles while trying to rearrange all the bundling thoughts in his head properly. "The clock!" he declared to himself, well himself and Panda. He knew he had one hanging around somewhere, he had used it countless times before but never found much need to carry it now, it wasn't like he ever had to remember a time to meet someone. Until now. He rushed down to the landing, pottering down the oak steps, holding the bannister as he sped into his living area and into the crafting room. Here he had piles of boxes, rows of chests and drawers filled with miscellaneous items he needed from time to time. Where would he even keep such a thing? he thought about it for a moment before realising he often didn't organise much in here anyway, so it's not like it fit into a category. He started opening every latch on the chests, barrels, boxes and draws and swinging open their lids and doors. Rummaging through every pointless possession he had from his countless journeys. Eventually, in the box filled with odd nicknacks, an eye of ender, an empty glass bottle, an old treasure map and under it all was the tattered and scratched clock, its glass cracked to the left of its circular clock face. He stared at it for a moment, almost needing how to remember how the thing worked. The small dials and arrows confused the still half asleep individual, he stared a moment longer before exclaiming in panic, it was not long until the hand struck the 2nd quarter.

He paced himself upstairs back into his room, pulling the old and large nightshirt haphazardly off of his body, throwing it into the washbin next too the door. He swung open his large set of drawers, finding his clothes. he grabbed the blue shirt and pulled it over his scarred and unshaven torso, lunging arms as fast as he could into the sleeves of the thing, falling back onto the bed almost, he pulled up his casual and well-cut denim jeans, making sure the pockets weren't sticking out, he stumbled over to the small mirror on his desk. Looking into the musty glass (he remembered at this moment he had to clean it at some point) he saw the reflection of his swarthy skin and the thick beard on his face, he contemplated shaving but remembered he didn't have much time and didn't want to make Alex feel like this was anything more than a curious meeting. He caressed the hair on his face for a moment and grabbed his comb to tidy up his messy hair. It was coarse and dark and the light reflected on it with a sharp hazel glow. Harshly pulling the wooden tool into the front of his hair trying to calm it, he pulled his cheeks trying to check for any marks, it was then he realised how dirty his hands were.

Steves's hands were shabby and timeworn, he often did hard manual labour and had to learn how to hold a sword of such size somehow. He turned and gazed at the dusted and wrinkly knuckles that belonged to him, and met his eyes with his right hand, which had an old bandage fitted around his palm and wrist so it bore less damage and he got less burn on that particular hand. It occurred to him he hadn't properly cleaned his hands or replaced the bandage in days. And head into the washroom to the right of his room to clean off before he left. Unravelling the bandage, it was dirty and mucky underneath. He dove his hands into the bucket of water and tried to scrub any dirt from under his nails as best he could. He found more bandage in the draw besides the bucket and wrapped his right hand up again before running out just in time he thought. Kissing Panda on the forehead goodbye and promising he would let her run outside later. As he approached the bottom of the stairs he locked eyes with the armour stand at the door, the hallway beaming with light reflecting off of its arctic blue shining form. He smirked before deciding he didn't need it and picking up his axe and leather strap, strapping the axe to his back and pulling the strap over one shoulder across his torso, he didn't wanna scare Alex right?

Swinging open the large oak doors by their iron handle, he breathed in the fresh and crisp air of the dreamy sunny morning, almost jogging with the clock in hand, trying to find a good pace to make it on time. After a few minutes, he could see the birch forest in the distance, beyond the plains and mounds. He smiled as he approached the thicket once again, now the environment radiated with serenity and bursting sunlight peered through the trees at him, he tried to remember exactly what spot the bridge had been at, aimlessly following the river and the sound of the water rushing until he spotted the structure through the bushes.

Alex had sat expectantly for some time now, under the shade of the bridge on the luminous and clear day, the lamps had gone out on the bridge but they were not needed under this brilliant sun. He tampered with the unravelled wove of the basket he had brought, keeping it close to him while fidgeting with its worn and old handle. The stick basket held a bundle of goodies: sweet bread, cookies, a slice of pie for each of the boys, cut apples, and some various slices and cuts of pork. "That'll go off if he's not here soon" the individual revised to himself in a fussy tone. He pulled a small gold pocket watch from his pocket, swaying the small device to try and read the dial with the sun reflecting on the clean shimmering glass frame.

"Alex!" Steve called from beyond some of the trees, Alex shut the golden watch surprised, and stood to greet the other man, brushing off the dust from his baggy trousers he greeted Steve with a shy smile the stared at each other again for a moment, Steve saw that Alex did not look as nearly as dishevelled as the night before. His hair was tidy and in a soft plait on his right shoulder, fringe set to the side behind his ear in a tidy fashion, and the small fluff on his chin was now cleaned to an even stubble around his face. "Hi! sorry if I'm late, I don't usually use this clock, to be honest with you" Alex peered down to the messy, rough silver clock that steve held in his palm, scratched and cracked at the glass.

"Maybe because it isn't saying the right time" he pointed timidly with a chuckle, "the hand isn't placed correctly, " he corrected the smaller but more robust man, Steves face flustered with a cherry-pink before huffing about some dodgy merchant, Alex smiled in comfort for the first time that morning, trying to contain a giggle under his grin, before sitting on the side of the bridge he came from, basket in front of him, Steve following the motion with an embarrassed shy smile.

Alex, not sure how to continue the interaction, simple opened the latch of the basket and began to take out the small cloth bundles filled with treats and food, Steve reminding himself at the sight of his low rumbling hunger earlier.

"Wow shit, if I knew you were bringing stuff I would have brought you something nice" He peered as Alex silently handed him a cookie.

"Don't worry about it, I had nothing to do all morning anyway" He peered up to meet eyes with Steve "do you want a sandwich? I've got pork".

"Yeah thanks, I, so you've never met another person right?"

"No, I haven't, well not like you, there are the villagers"

Steve piped up at this mention "Oh so you've been to a village? yeah, they're strange, no matter how hard I try I just can't understand completely? you know? It's like their language is off-limits to my brain"

"I lived in one all my life and still couldn't seem to understand entirely their language, but I guess it's impossible"

"You were raised in a village?" Alex perked his head up from cutting the bread, almost slicing such a horrendously uneven piece off right there with the dagger as Steve asked his question. "Well yeah?" he gave Steve an unsure look, "where else would I come from? A good 4 years at least. When I woke up, had no idea where I was, they had found me on the outskirts of the village and apparently, the golem carried me there. They looked after me as best as they could I suppose."

Steve bored his eyes into Alex a moment while trying to figure out what he had just said, "4 years..." he pondered "are you sure it was 4? I woke up in the woods I'd say closer to 5 years ago. I was like a newborn basically. I had no clue what I was, or who I was, I just remember waking up and wandering around. Eventually, I started to try and make tools to survive after nearly dying on the first night of my life." he chuckled at this as if it was some simple remark.

"You woke up in the forest? shit, I, I got it lucky then I guess. I guess it could have been 5 years, it was only till half a year later I started properly taking note of the days passing." he tried to remember as he passed the smaller man a pork sandwich.

The two sat in silence for a moment as they took their first bite each, Steve ripped into the sandwich, clearly excited to shove the entire thing in his mouth, it seemed to Alex. Alex momentarily watched, before taking a small bite into his, uptight at the thought of eating in front of another person, but then again, judging by the way steve was eating he didn't seem to care who was looking, which definitely took some of the anxious weight off of Alex's shoulders.

"So do you think," he swallowed "we might have woken up at the same time? and never have even known?"

"Well I think so" Steve expressed as best as he could with a full mouth, "we both said 4 or 5 years, and I've never met anyone else so I don't really have any experience about how people are made in this world"

"I can't believe I'm, not the only one" Alex raised his gaze longingly, suddenly the tension raised again as they were pulled back into the stark reality of this meeting, they were both meeting the only other person (as far as they knew) in the entire world that was like them. Steve finally gulped down his mouthful and gave Alex a pining look, that feeling of needing to hug Alex and tell him how glad he came to him, and the same feeling began to bubble inside of Alex too. Steve didn't hold down this feeling this time and smiled with such joy as he practically leapt over to Alex, holding him in an embrace. Alex squealed with such surprise it sent his face into a bundle of blushing nerves. And wearily returned the embrace and wrapped his spindly arms around the large and hardy man.

The thinner man's mind raced with so many different bursts of thoughts. At every moment his brain was observing something else he loved about the man, something he had not entirely noticed before, the feeling of his skin, his weight, his presence, the way his hair was heavy and felt nice on his face, how his beard felt rough as it brushed against him. His face was soft, but his arms were heavy and blemished with age, it was textured, and he was quite fuzzy, arm hair bustling and his hands were worn and old, completely changed by labour, the way his large and burly figure wrapped around him like a ragdoll, he was large and muscular, but was tender in the way he moved. As Alec returned the embrace and wrapped his spindly arms around the sturdy torso of the shorter man. Steves hug grasped with such beaming joy as Alex wrapped into his cradle. He was soft and seemed to sink into Steves embrace, his face was blemished and his eyes held a wisened age Steve couldn't quite pinpoint. His expression was often cloudy and even if Steve couldn't see it, he could feel the lax and affectionate feelings radiate from Alex in his arms. Alex was fragile, it felt weird to consider him in such a way, but he just felt fragile and tense for a moment too long before easing into the snuggling arms of Steve. Steves’s heart bustled as Alex tenderly nuzzled his head into the crook of Steves’s neck, almost in such a manner where he wanted it to go unnoticed.

As the two parted, after a silent adoring moment in each other’s arms, Steve chuckled at the frays of Alex’s hair straying and floating in the dazed air surrounding them, he noticed his face was faint with pink but didn’t bring it up, he was more focused on chuckling at the sight of the messy nest of hair he had created. ‘it’s easy to ruin’ he thought, which led him onto considering how long Alex had spent neatly placing his hair just to see him.

“What? What are you laughing at?” Alex exclaimed to the silent forest, he had turned his head with haste to compose himself for a moment.

“Sorry,” Steve hollered, from what was previously light and a hearty chuckle. “Your hair is just so messy” He leaned over to flick the lock of auburn hair away from Alex’s eyes gingerly.

Alex’s face hardened with a chill embarrassment. He was so jarred by the confidence of Steve, from the moment they met he had been the one to initiate any conversation or real interaction, if Steve had not been so casual about their first meet, he would have turned on his heel and ran with his tail between his legs, he was sure of it. But he hadn’t, he was sitting here now, blushing and trying to tame his hair while the burly figure chuckled and hollered at his expense in such a soft cheer it was rattling the mind of the introvert with such discord he could only sit there and stare for a moment.

“Sorry for that” Steve realised the weight of the embarrassment, looking at his almost locked face for a moment longer, his giggle dying down into a concerned raise of eyebrows. “It’s just been a lot meeting you, It was instinct, if that, makes sense”.

“No no no, I get it” Alex finally shook the introverted daze and responded, “It wasn’t bad just, unexpected.”

“You don’t get a lot of company, do you?”

“Do either of us?”

Steve timidly smiled at the former again, “Well you don’t need me for the company do you? I visit villages a lot, merchants are commonly by my place; they’re always spotting the chimney smoke and the noise, and well, I have a dog too. I don’t like being alone too long, reminds me of when I first woke up.”

Alex’s mouth as he was listening turned up into a silent ‘o’ as Steve listed on. “ Ooooh, here’s the thing, I prefer to be alone, I don’t know, I guess it just worked out, like, I never thought anyone else but I existed anyway so, I feel pretty indifferent about it”.

“Well, have you ever thought if you’d like company? If you haven’t thought about it before.”

Alex pondered a moment genuinely before cheekily smiling at Steve “aw, you want my company that bad?”

Now it was Steves turn to be stunned, Alex had just shot a sly remark his way, uncommon but hilarious. The two laughed together a moment. Softly smiling at each other and simply appreciating one another’s presence. The sky was bundling with clouds and the sun still shot through where it could with great luxury, but the heat started to dissipate into mild weather. The two sitting on the bridge, eating, talking about trivial things. Finally, after hours the cheery pair realised how dark it was getting, the clouds swelling and the sun finally retiring, dipping beneath the hills. Rain rapidly began to drip and pour. Steve and Alex scrambled to collect the picnic and put it in its basket as the water leaked and snuck through the gaps, slits and cracks of the thin wooden roof of the bridge. “God I’m a shit builder” Alex blurted, the static of the pouring rain interrupting him while trying to desperately cover his not-so-tidy hair. Steve finally finished lumping all of the remains of food into the woven basket, handing it to Alex as the snapping thunder began above them.

“This got messy quick” Steve shouted over the thunder

“You don’t say,” Alex took the basket in a firm grip, afraid it might slip out from under his grasp.

They looked into each other’s eyes for about the millionth time today, still in wonder, feeling like the void they had opened up wasn't nearly as satisfied as they had expected. Their fingers brustling against one another as Steve passed the basket to Alex's smooth and soft palms. The tight grip over it barely defines the cracks in his fingers and palms.

“I’ll come to check in tomorrow?”

“Sure” they smiled.

Steve beamed as his beard began to deflate and his hair fell over his eyes. The rain showering over the man, with his top clinging to his skin, he turned with hesitance as they waved their goodbyes and he ran off with a fast pace, searching for refuge from the rain. Alex weakly grinned to himself as he ran through the trees, holding the basket over his head to keep it from wetting further. Finding himself on his damp and rainy porch, he didn’t bother to light the flame in the lantern and entered the squeaky spruce door.

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wonjaekook · 5 years ago

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Kaleidoscope

A/N: I really meant to make this a happy take on the trope and not a depressing one… I guess I couldn’t help myself :’) also, always feel free to come to my ask box or reblog with input in the tags! I always welcome feedback, whether it’s compliments or criticism or anything in between.

21 Tropes: 7. Soulmate AU (colors) + coral w/Jungwoo

Description: Life is a kaleidoscope, with different colors and patterns appearing with each shake. Each moment is a new color added to the tube and, sometimes, it gets shaken too hard.

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: very brief sex mention, [SPOILERS] death mentions, terminal illness

Jungwoo has been told before that life is more beautiful in color. He always thought that everything he saw was like a kaleidoscope, but in black and white. He’s okay with that - black and white still mix to make a million shades of gray and he can still see glittering crystals and silvers in the tumbling shapes of life. “One day, you’ll find the one,” they always say. He knows they’re right and he’s never felt hopeless about finding the one, so he’s in no rush. He’s okay with the way he views the world right now.

But perhaps being able to see color would make the aquarium a little more interesting.

Right now, he’s not third-wheeling per se, but he’s one of the few people of his group of friends that can’t appreciate the colors of the various fish and lights and plants that fill the aquarium. His friend, Lucas, was beyond excited to finally be able to see color after he met his soulmate last week, so he forced a bunch of people to come to the aquarium with him. To be perfectly honest, Jungwoo hadn’t completely thought it through when he agreed, but, now, standing in front of a large fish tank where he can barely tell the fish apart from each other, he’s more than a little antsy. Why couldn’t they have gone to a zoo where the animals are bigger and have more distinct patterns and shapes between them?

“Woo, I gotta call my girl so we can meet up, so I have to step out real quick. Be right back.” Jungwoo turns away from the tank when Lucas starts talking to him.

“‘kay. I’ll just be here.” From across the hall, Jungwoo can hear Mark eagerly explaining something to Haechan, one of the few others who also can’t see color yet, about one of the types of fish, but he can tell that the younger boy probably doesn’t care too much. He turns back to the exhibit in front of him.

He peers into the tank again, watching the many fish swim by. Then, through the glass, he sees someone on the other side. You’re not unattractive to look at at all and you seem to have a kind, friendly face, so he smiles and waves when you make eye contact and you give him a shy wave back, face warming from the attention of a stranger. He tears his eyes away and looks back into the tank, observing the many types of coral at the bottom. Out of the corner of his eye, he swears he sees the flash of a color that isn’t grey. Looking over, he spots a piece of coral glowing what he would later find out is a pinkish-orange under the fluorescent light. Confused, he looks closer and suddenly, the world is bursting into color around him.

The fish become distinguishable not just by shape and pattern, but by their color differences both large and subtle, with descriptions on the outside of the tank to match. The light inside the tank glows blue and he steps away from it, looking around at everything that had suddenly come to life. He doesn’t want to blink for the risk of it being some trick of the mind, but when he does, all of the color is still there, wrapping the world in a sort of warmth and cold and shallowness and depth that he had never imagined possible. In the past, he had tried to imagine what this would be like, but nothing in his wildest daydreams could have come close to what it really feels like.

Suddenly, he’s remembering the cause and whipping back around to face the tank. At the same time, he sees your blurry figure turn towards him through the glass and water, the same bewildered expression on your face that he’s sure is on his. When you make eye contact again, you’re both rushing to the side of the tank, shouldering past people and ignoring the calls of your various friends as you run to each other.

You emerge from around the side of the tank and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone so beautiful. Both of you rush forward, barely stopping yourselves from barreling into the other. Without much thinking, you’re holding each other’s hands. Now, you’re paying more attention to the way his eyes look in this light than to the fact that the world just blossomed in front of you not even a minute ago.

“Hi,” he breathes, barely breathing because he’s afraid that the magic will somehow diminish or scatter. “I’m Jungwoo. Kim Jungwoo.”

“(L/N) (Y/N).” You can hardly say back, your body so numb with the buzzing emotions and colors and everything that you’re experiencing for the first time. His hands in yours hold a type of warmth that you’ve never felt before and every look, every touch sends your heart beating faster and your skin tingling in the most pleasant way. Even though you’ve never met him before now, you feel like you’ve known him for ages. Without a doubt in your mind, you know he’s your forever.

When he had hardly paid any attention to it before, he can really feel his heart beat in his chest now. He feels like he’s awake and dreaming all at the same time, looking at you, holding your hands in his. Your hands, the hands of a person so strange to him but closer to his heart than anyone else. Your hands, that he’s touching for the first time now but that he’ll be able to hold for the rest of his life. The strings of your hearts have finally met, connected, and each second you’re together, he’s certain that they’re intertwining further. Forever had been such a lost, foreign concept to him before, but now he knows what it feels like. This, you, are the first step to his forever.

Life is a palette of colors for the two of you to choose from, to paint onto your very own canvas. Each color is a piece to be added into the kaleidoscope, where you’ll see something new every time you shake it and look in. That day, when your hearts finish aligning and you can finally think clearly again, the two of you agree to discover the shades of the world together. You both think that the colors of the rainbow would be the best place to start.

So, when he thinks of red, he thinks of the first time he saw the autumn leaves with you.

It was a couple months into meeting you. You had met in the late summer, when everything was in full bloom, so it’s no surprise that neither of you had ever experienced the changing of the leaves before. The day before, you had been walking past the park when you saw the most brilliantly red tree and you knew you had to share it with him.

“I can’t believe you saw it without me first,” he whines, but lets you tug him along.

“Oh, hush. I can’t help what I see when I walk home from work. Besides, I’m showing you now, right?” He can’t deny that you’re right, but he also can’t help but wish that you had shared that first together anyways.

Yet, as the tree comes into sight and the two of you stop underneath it to stare up into the canopy, the sunlight shines between the fiery red leaves, dappling your face and cascading it in shades of warm colors. As he looks at you, the disappointment at you having seen the tree first without him fades into an internal warmth that makes him realize that this will be the memory of leaves and autumn and redness that will stand out to both of you, not that first glance. In his mind, he fills in the color red with this memory and the way you looked smiling up at the glowing fall leaves.

When he thinks of orange, he thinks of the sunset he saw coming out of the aquarium with you, and every other and sunset the two of you go out of your way to experience together.

There would have been no way for anyone to properly prepare either of you for the way that first sunset looked. The two of you stop, staring at the horizon. All things considered, it isn’t that remarkable of a sunset, but, to the two of you, it’s the most amazing sunset that there ever was. Your grip on his hand tightens more and more as you look on, but he doesn’t mind. The two of you stand there, on the steps leading out of the aquarium, staring at the sunset until all sunlight slips out of view. The first space he fills in is the color orange, where he thinks of the many shades of the sunset and the tightness of your hand in his.

When he thinks of yellow, he thinks of the field of sunflowers he took you to on your second date.

The date idea was Taeil’s - he was always one of the romantics of the group and was more than happy to give Jungwoo advice, especially once he told him about their idea of experiencing colors together. Haechan had overheard and laughed, but Jungwoo took you there the next day anyways. When the two of you arrive, the sight is beyond anything that he had ever expected, with the rolling fields of flowers continuing for what seemed like miles. He looks at you and you’re just as enamored, soaking in the sight of so much yellow and life around you. He fills in the color yellow with the sunflower petals that you had accidentally scattered in his backseat on the way home, too eager to bring too many of the large flowers home. Though it isn’t really a color, he also fills in yellow with the sunniness of your smile that day.

When he thinks of green, he thinks of the matcha drink that you get whenever you go to your favorite coffee shop.

Any time you’re having a rough day and need a pick-me-up, he stops by that cafe and gets one for you, along with a pastry. At first, you had resisted him buying you things, but when he wouldn’t relent, you eventually just let him. In exchange, whenever he wakes up a bit too late or spends a little too long on his hair in the morning, you bring him a cup of his favorite coffee, or, if he skips lunch, you bring him a sandwich from a deli down the street that he likes. After a couple of months, the barista at the coffee shop knows Jungwoo almost as well as he knows you and the owner of the deli has become familiar with your face and cheery noon disposition. Your favorite coffee shop quickly becomes his favorite as well and your respective coworkers who witness the alternating exchanges of beverages or food every few days coo at your relationship. He’s dubbed “The Boyfriend” and you’re “The Girlfriend.” He thinks that, though he might not have all of your orders memorized just yet, he’ll eventually know all of them. Because matcha is the first that he commits to memory, he fills in that shade of green with it.

When he thinks of blue, he thinks of the bright sky above and the chipping paint of the inside of the pool that you fell into in your first summer together.

After almost a year of knowing each other, you were more than comfortable joking around and revealing skin. So, at Johnny’s pool party, he should have known that you wouldn’t back down from his taunt to push him in. His reflexes are fast enough that he catches your wrist as he falls, pulling you into the water with him. Your cry of surprise and the sound of the outside world is cut off as you’re both submerged. Opening your eyes, you see a blurry image of his face surrounded by the blue of the paint on the bottom of the pool, his hair swirling around him. Your wrist is still in his hand, so, underwater, he pulls you closer to him to press a quick kiss to your lips. You nearly laugh out loud at him, some bubbles escaping your lips, and he releases your hand so the two of you can resurface. He closes his eyes, the sting of the chlorine becoming too much, and swims back to the surface, taking a breath as he emerges. Blinking the water out of his eyes, his vision eventually clears and he sees you staring up, taking in the bright blue, cloudless sky above. He finds himself staring up with you, water droplets cascading down your body in sync with his. In his head, he fills in blue with the paint on the bottom of the pool and the color of the sky reflected in your eyes.

When he thinks of indigo, he thinks of the forgotten color of the day bleeding into the night that he didn’t realize was there until you pointed it out to him one night.

By the time you’ve known each other for three months, he thinks that he has seen enough sunsets that he would be able to flawlessly describe every color in one. But, when you’re sitting on the roof of your apartment building together one night and you point up at the sky, you surprise him once again.

“Look,” you say, arm extended, “see that color there?”

“I think you have to be a little more specific than that,” he says back, trying to follow the line your hand is making.

“That indigo. It’s so cool that that’s the only thing separating night from day. It’s not quite blue but not quite violet. People always forget about it.” You lower your arm back to your side, cuddling closer to his side. “I think I really like that color.”

After that, he makes sure to find the indigo in every sunset, filling in the box with that in-between color, making sure not to forget it.

When he thinks of violet, he thinks of the pin in your hair, holding it back when he just wants to tuck it behind your ear for you.

Once he gets comfortable enough with you, he occasionally plucks the pin out of your hair so that he can play with it more easily, stroking it when you put your head in his lap. He lets you put the pins in his hair, making it stick up in funny ways in return. Sometimes, he hides your bobby pins just because he wants to see your hair falling loosely and naturally from your head. You know he does that. You don’t mind. Somewhere along the way, after seeing you wear it so much, he associates the color violet with you, coloring it in with the shade of your hair pin.

He can’t decide if his favorite color is the pinkish-orange coral he saw when he first met you or if it’s the rosy blush that covers your cheeks when he makes you laugh. Maybe it’s the hazy gold glow you get after sex, or the deepest color in your eyes that he has to really get close to see, or the bright red color of the little matching string bracelets both of you wear, or the dark green of the spider plant you picked out to put in your apartment and was the first thing you took care of together, or your favorite violet nail polish that you put on because it matches your pin and you like the way your fingers look intertwined with his, or the baby blue of the shirt you were wearing when you first told him you loved him. Every time he’s with you, his eyes open more and the strings of your hearts fully entangle, woven tighter with each color you experience together.

But, the more colors there are in the kaleidoscope, the easier it is to make you dizzy with a single twist. The colors start to blend together and what used to be so easy to pick out and associate with good feelings becomes overwhelming. The patterns that appear start to become so scary that you almost wish you hadn’t looked into the other end of the tube at all.

No matter how hard he wants to believe it, not all of life is beautiful and good. Nothing, not even something planned by the universe itself, lasts forever. The colors slowly start to twist and what was once sweet becomes bitter in his mouth.

Now, when he thinks of red, he thinks of the blood you coughed up in your second year together. You wished, he wished, everyone you knew wished that it would be any easy diagnosis, like you coughed too hard or something. It was just the beginning.

When he thinks of orange, he remembers the glossy paper hospital bracelet around your wrist. It’s almost constantly there - a beating, harsh orange that stands out against your skin at all times. He just has to look down at your wrist to remember where you spend so much of your time now.

When he thinks of green, he doesn’t think about the matcha drink that used to be your favorite, but you can’t stomach at all now. Instead, he thinks of the slight tinge to your skin when the nausea is about to overcome you and he has to stand over you in the bathroom, holding back your hair while poison rushes through your system and you vomit all sorts of colors that shouldn’t be coming out of someone who should be healthy.

When he thinks of the blue, he thinks of the glowing light in the corner of your hospital room, where he can’t fall asleep in the chair next to your bed and can only watch as your body falls apart. He spends as much of his time there as he can and though the room is mostly barren white, the blankness is almost relieving. The little blue light is one of the few spots of color and he can’t help but stare at it, trying to remember the feelings that came with the range of colors you experienced together. When the barista at the cafe had known him well before, now the nurses and doctors know him even better. The looks of happiness are replaced with those of pity.

When he thinks of indigo, he thinks of the ink that runs when your tears hit it, blurring the words of your diagnosis together. You don’t want to leave him. You don’t want to leave him alone in a world without color and without the other half of his heart. You don’t want to go. All he can do is hold you and wipe away your tears, even though all he wants to do is fall apart with you. You do enough crying for both of you, but that doesn’t stop him from shedding a few tears of his own later, sitting in that stark white hospital room, staring at the little blue light in the corner.

When he thinks of violet, he thinks of the pin that you used to wear, but can’t anymore because your hair has thinned out and you’re afraid that if you touch the strands too roughly, they’ll break. He thinks of the veins that stand out too harshly under your skin, which has lost so much of its color. He thinks of the place where the sunset blends into the night that is supposed to look indigo but is filtered through the window that changes the way the colors outside look, which you can barely see from your hospital bed anyways.

When he thinks about seeing the brilliant autumn leaves, he can’t imagine seeing them without you.

The orange of the sunset is no longer quite so orange and he knows that, soon, he won’t be able to tell the sunrise and sunset apart.

The field of bright yellow sunflowers isn’t so sunny, especially as winter begins to creep in. He wants to feel that warm, bright memory again, but he knows he can’t.

He barely goes home enough to see the dark green spider plant that you bought together, but somewhere at the back of his mind, he knows it’s wilting from lack of care. It’s the least important wilting thing he has to see now.

The baby blue sweater is tucked away in your closet somewhere, which he hasn’t touched since you went to the hospital because he knows you’ll be frustrated with him if anything is messed up when you get back, even though he knows you’re not coming back.

Watching the sunset was something that was meant for the two of you, so, when he had promised not to, he begins to forget what that shade between blue and violet, day and night, dark and light is. He doesn’t want to remember indigo if it’s not with you.

He puts your favorite purple violet nail polish out of sight in the bathroom so that he doesn’t have to look at it and be reminded every time he comes home to an empty house without you holding his hand, with you stuck at the hospital which he knows will be the last place he ever sees you.

Life is a kaleidoscope and after shaking it so hard, the colors have started to blend together and make both of you too dizzy to look anymore. He knows it’ll blend it black and white again, but he doesn’t care about that. You’re the stars in his eyes and the magic in the air and everything beautiful about the world.

And he’s going to lose you.

If he had to decide, he would say his favorite color is the pinkish-orange of the coral that he saw when he first met you, before you were shaken too hard and began to fall apart.

#nct fluff #nct angst #neowritingsnet #jungwoo fluff #jungwoo angst #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst #nct soulmate au #wonjaekook #please leave feedback if you want to! I'm always looking for opportunities to improve my writing :)

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Lost on You (Mona x MC): Chapter II

Book: Ride or Die: A Bad Boy Romance Pairing: Mona x MC Warnings: Just cursing. Chapter Description: Mona and Lexi come face to face with the realities of past and present. Notes: I feel like this story is going to be longer than 4 parts, but I have commitment issues so I’m not going to sell my soul to specifics. It’ll be as long as it is lol thank you to all who liked/commented/reblogged my other stories! It’s so validating and drives me to want to write more❤️ let me know if you want to be tagged for future chapters!

Tags: @maxwellsquidsuit @scarlet-letter-a0114 @whoinvitedalx @zoe6111 @pauclaws

Chapter Song: oh my god - Ida Maria

Chapter II: The only thing to do was go

Lexi laid in bed, staring at her closet...the one housing the yet to be opened mystery gift. It’d been two weeks and she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, but some part of her was afraid to open it. She had been plagued by all the possibilities from the moment she thought she saw a glimpse of Mona at her graduation, but it was impossible. Then she came home to the gift, and it created a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. She didn’t know why; she’d been waiting years for Mona to do some sort of grand gesture, but a bigger part of her was scared about finding that it wasn’t from her. Realistically, how in the hell would she have gotten a gift and handwritten tag from prison? So instead, she avoided.

With a sigh, she threw her covers off and headed to the shower. After getting ready for the day (and another few glances at the gift), she grabbed her belongings and headed out the door, unsure of where she was going but knowing she needed to be away from the reminders that plagued her. She wandered aimlessly down the streets, lost in thought.

It had been a weird two weeks. She’d had positives, of course; graduating, spending some time with her Dad and Riya (who had to do a same day trip due to work). But she’d also slept with a complete stranger then ghosted in the middle of the night to have a complete meltdown, gotten repeatedly, deliriously drunk alone and swiped right on one too many people she regretted in the mornings, and, as always, she was broke and still unemployed. Only now she didn’t have the excuse of being a student.

As Lexi’s existential pondering continued, she ended up downtown, heading into a coffee shop. After six years of an intensive combined law degree program plus volunteer work, she was fairly certain her insides functioned solely on caffeine at this point. She ordered her usual and headed over to the bar to wait, still distracted by questions of when her life became so complicated again. For years things had been slow, predictable. Boring, Lexi mused internally, her brows furrowing. She was beginning to sense a theme of self-destruction when the waters were too calm that hadn’t emerged in years.

Lexi’s name was called at the counter and she grabbed her drink, thanking the barista with a small smile. Right as she turned toward the exit, she came face to face with none other than Jordan.

God, she thought internally as she stared at Jordan wide-eyed, unsure of how to react. Could this day get any worse?

—-

Mona leaned against a tall magnolia tree, scrolling idly through her phone. She looked up every so often, both ensuring she was safely hidden and to give her a good line of vision, but she’d been standing there for at least twenty minutes and was restless.

“This is stupid,” she grunted to herself with a sigh, putting her phone away and folding her arms across her chest. Why was she even here? When she was about to be released she told herself she wasn’t looking back, and that included Lexi. But then she got that stupid letter which forced her to acknowledge that she had hadn’t let go, and that was infuriating. Mona prided herself on not getting attached, on being able to cut out and start over on a whim, and out of nowhere a stupid 18 year old girl messed it all up.

Mona snapped into focus as she saw said stupid 18 year old girl walking down the street, except now she was an educated, 24 year old woman. And still damn gorgeous, Mona mused. Her eyes followed Lexi’s path until there was a safe enough distance to tail her, then Mona set off in the same direction. Mona was fully aware of the creep factor in her behavior, but she justified it by telling herself she was just making sure she was safe; that she was happy. Whatever that meant, at least.

Mona continued walking behind her, growing increasingly irritated at the lack of awareness Lexi had of her surroundings. Mona could have easily grabbed her on so many corners and nobody would have been the wiser, but Lexi always was far too trusting of others’ intentions and naively confident in her ability to defend herself.

As Lexi approached a coffee shop, Mona stood a few stores down, debating on risking being seen in the coffee shop. After Lexi didn’t come out for almost ten minutes, she thought fuck it and gathered her hair, pulled her hood over her head and placed shades on her face before walking in. Thankfully it was moderately full, so she stood out less. Mona ordered an espresso under another alias, scanning the room for Lexi’s face. She found her sitting at a table with another woman, her eyebrows furrowed just slightly as she chewed on the corner of her lip.

Mona grabbed her coffee and sat at a table in the back corner, blowing on it as she watched the profiles of the two women across the shop. Mona had to laugh at herself. It was almost comical how she continued to allow herself to get in giant messes despite spending her every waking moment not getting involved with anything that wouldn’t directly benefit her. And yet here she was. Former her would have risen from the dead to kick her ass.

Mona continued observing and narrowed her eyes, watching Lexi laugh with a bashful look, tucking her hair behind her ear. She remembered that look. It was a look Lexi frequently got around her. Mona frowned; what the hell was she doing? Who had she turned into that she was following a kind-of-ex around in an effort to “check up”? When the hell did she start giving a shit? Thoroughly irritated, Mona grabbed her espresso and hastily exited the shop, pulling off her hood as she got outside and made her way literally anywhere else but there.

—-

Lexi sat across from Jordan at a table in the cafe, wondering why of all places did she have to walk into this coffee shop. She didn’t want to do this now, or ever really, but she supposed she owed Jordan this much.

“So..” Lexi started, fumbling with her cup as a distraction.

“So…” Jordan repeated, “wanna tell me why you bailed?”

“Not really,” Lexi stated bluntly, her eyes widening as she realized she said that out loud. “Sorry...it’s just…”

“Complicated?”

Lexi grimaced and shrugged slightly. “Kind of.”

“Well, lucky for you I am the queen of complicated, so I probably have a solution to your problem.”

Lexi smirked against her will, chewing on her lip and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she contemplated the offer. She hadn’t been able to talk to anyone about it, really. Riya didn’t ever fully understand the complexities of her actions back then, nor the impact of the relationships she formed. It was an unspoken rule that she didn’t speak to her dad about it after she wasn’t needed anymore.

“Were you the secret love child of a handsome Romanian prince and a commoner mother and therefore your ideas of love are completely fucked?”

Lexi stared at Jordan in confusion then snorted in laughter, covering her mouth. “How many cheesy romance novels have you read in your life?”

“I had to suffer through my mother’s recollection of her Norah Roberts books,” she joked. “Nah but seriously, what’s the deal?”

Lexi started to reply when a flash of black caught her eye. Her stomach and face fell simultaneously, her immediate thought wandering to Mona. She had absolutely no reason to think that could possibly be her, but something in her gut…

“Lexi? You okay?”

Lexi shook herself out of her thoughts and immediately began grabbing her things. “Yeah...yeah, sorry, I...I have to go. I’m so sorry. I’ll...I’ll talk to you later, I swear.”

Lexi ran out of the coffee shop, leaving a bewildered Jordan behind. She looked around frantically, panic building in her chest. What the hell is wrong with me? She walked briskly to the corner of the street, looking every which way again for a figure in black to no end. Lexi snarled in frustration, startling a few people passing her at the corner. She ran her hands down her face and focused on her breathing to gain composure, then headed back home. Clearly she was not meant to be out today.

—-

Mona had no idea where she was headed when she left the coffee shop in a hissy fit, but eventually she stopped walking and caught her breath, scowling at how out of shape she was. TV always made prison look so much more active.

With a heavy sigh she once again questioned what in the goddamn hell she was doing. She came all the way to Oklahoma to see Lexi graduate, cryptically left a gift on her doorstep, tailed her on and off for weeks, and now what? She was just going to take off because six years later Lexi wasn’t spending every waking moment thinking of her? That’s what Mona wanted, right? For Lexi to forget her?

Mona scoffed and shook her head at herself, then pulled up directions to Lexi’s address. She was acting like a little bitch, and Mona did not bitch out of things. With a new determination she headed toward Lexi’s place, hoping she’d beat her there.

As luck would have it, Mona did beat her there. She perched on Lexi’s doorstep and scrolled through her phone for distraction. Mona never was one for patience, but she was sick of having loose ends.

It didn’t take long for footsteps to approach. Lexi was distracted with her keys, not paying attention to her surroundings, as usual.

“How did you survive 24 years without falling into a manhole?” Mona blurted before rolling her eyes at herself. Real fucking smooth. Lexi dropped her keys and looked up, startled, then the color slowly drained from her face. “Jesus,” Mona muttered, standing up and dusting off her pants. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Haven’t I?” Lexi whispered hoarsely, staring at Mona in shock. How was this possible? Had Lexi gone full on psychotic? Was this a hallucination? Lexi rushed forward without thinking and stomped on Mona’s foot roughly, causing Mona to curse loudly.

“The fuck was that for? Goddamn,” Mona hissed, nursing her foot.

“Making sure I wasn’t going crazy…” Lexi trailed off, the shock of seeing Mona in front of her not having worn off enough to realize the hysteria of her actions.

“I think that ship has sailed, sweetheart,” Mona snorted, still grimacing in pain. “You planning on letting me in? I think I need to elevate my foot thanks to you.”

Lexi stared at her, baffled. Was she serious? For weeks Lexi had thought she was completely losing it, seeing glimpses of what she thought was only her subconscious desires in random places, and now she shows up like nothing? Like the last six years hadn’t happened?

Lexi picked up her keys, still stunned, and unlocked her door, leaving it open behind her as she headed toward her couch and sank down. Mona followed suit, closing the door behind her and sitting a safe distance from Lexi on the couch. Mona took in her surroundings, immediately spotting multiple familiar drawings displayed around the space. If she were a good person she wouldn’t have felt some sort of pride in that, but she never was one for taking the moral high road.

“What are you doing here?” Lexi asked, breaking the silence.

Mona paused, taking a deep breath. “Honestly? Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Mona?”

“Ooh, when’d you get a potty mouth?” Mona teased with a wink. “Hot.”

Lexi’s eyes flashed and Mona smirked, lifting her hands up in a peace offering. She sighed heavily,

“I don’t know, okay? I got your letter and...I guess I just wanted to make sure I didn’t get shot for nothing and you hadn’t ruined your life. Again.”

Lexi gave her a dubious look. “And you couldn’t have done that in a response to the hundreds of letters I sent?”

“Writing isn’t really my forte,” Mona replied with a shrug.

“But leaving unidentified boxes on people's’ doorstep is.”

“Ah yeah, how’d you like it?” Mona inquired with a grin.

“I didn’t open it!” Lexi screeched, throwing her hands in the air. She felt like she was completely losing her mind.

“Well that’s rude,” Mona teased, leaning back. Lexi stared at her wild eyed.

“It’s absolutely infuriating that you’re so calm. You know that, right?”

Mona shrugged. “It’s a special talent.”

Lexi’s nostrils flared as her jaw clenched in anger. If ever she had wanted to smack someone into the next century...

Mona looked away and covered her mouth by pretending to scratch under her nose to avoid further triggering Lexi. She was really trying here, but it was difficult to take her seriously when her face looked like that.

“What do you want me to say, Lexi?” Mona sighed. “I didn’t come here to rehash history—“

“Then why. did. you. come. here.” Lexi interrupted, gaze intense. Mona stared back at her, all traces of humor gone from her face.

“I told you, I wanted to see that I didn’t go to prison for nothing,” Mona replied through gritted teeth. Clearly Lexi didn’t lose her annoying persistence over the years.

“Bull,” Lexi retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. “Be honest or get out.”

“Because I still give a shit, okay?” Mona yelled, her face screwed up into a scowl. “Though I’m really questioning why at this point in time.”

“Why now?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because I’ve spent the last six years of my life writing to a ghost, Mona. I’ve gotten nothing from you, and I’ve just been...stuck for years, and then you show up and want to chat it up like it’s nothing? I don’t understand you!”

After a tense moment of silence, Mona responded quietly. “I don’t have the answers you’re looking for, Lexi. I don’t know what to tell you. I’m here now.”

Lexi didn’t know how much time had passed since she got home; it could have been ten minutes or three hours, but she was exhausted. Mona took Lexi’s silence as her cue to leave; she wasn’t going to grovel. She said what she came to say, saw what she needed to see, and that was that. She stood up, running her hands up and down her thighs to get some feeling back in them before turning to stare at Lexi intently.

“Look, do what you want with the gift. Keep it, burn it, use it to wipe your ass. I don’t care. Talk to me, or don’t. But stop straddling the lines for once. Make a decision. You have to take a chance on something eventually.”

With that, Mona dropped a slip of paper on the couch - unbeknownst to Lexi - and left, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Lexi sat curled up on the couch in a daze, losing track of time as she got lost in her thoughts. What had Mona meant? Lexi reflected on the last six years of her life, trying to connect the dots; trying to see how many chances she had missed out on, how many times she had held herself back for one reason or another, and she came to the sudden realization that Mona was right. Even after all these years, Lexi still couldn’t figure out what she wanted; always stuck between the past and present, what she knew and what she wanted but never fully invested in anything.

Lexi stood and started toward her bed, but a flash of white in her peripheral caused her to do a double take. A scrap of paper laid where Mona sat. Lexi eyed it for a moment before curiosity got the best of her. She walked to the couch and grabbed it, unfolding it cautiously to find what she assumed to be the name and address of a bar scribbled inside.

Lexi bunched the paper in her hands, standing still for a moment before walking to her closet. She took a deep breath before grabbing the box from the shelf. She sat on her couch and slowly took the lid off, her breath catching as she looked at the contents. She pulled it out, her fingers running down the plastic protecting the cover of a first edition print of On The Road by Jack Kerouac. Her eyes welled with tears and she closed them, memories flooding back to her.

“God‍‍, do you ever do anything outside of school?” Mona said with exasperation as she entered the game room in the garage, plopping down on the couch next to Lexi and eyeing Lexi’s book. “I mean, aside from jacking luxury cars.”

Lexi rolled her eyes and smirked. “This is purely for fun, rest assured.”

“Nerd,” Mona teased, throwing her feet up on the arm of the couch and resting her head on Lexi’s lap. Lexi paused, blinking at her a few times as Mona grinned in response.

“Uh...do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Mona quipped, settling in further. “Hey, you’re pretty comfortable.”

“Thanks,” Lexi replied sarcastically and rolled her eyes, as if her heart wasn’t beating double time at the contact. Comfortable silence ensued as Lexi went back to reading, Mona still resting her head on Lexi’s lap as she stared at the ceiling.

“Why that book for pleasure?” Mona questioned. Lexi sighed softly, thanking for a moment before shrugging.

“I guess...freedom? I don’t know. I felt trapped for so long. Like I had no idea what I was doing or what my life was supposed to be about. It was nice to escape...to think about exploring what life has to offer, being spontaneous, careless...”

“More careless than being involved in a street gang?” Mona retorted with a raised brow. Lexi flicked Mona’s hair teasingly, earning her a scowl in response. Silence enveloped the room once again and Mona closed her eyes as Lexi went back to reading. Mona hesitated a moment, second guessing self-disclosure as she always did, but maybe she wasn’t as safe as she thought.

“It’s one of my favorites, too.”

Lexi held the book to her chest for a moment before placing the book back inside the box and setting it on her coffee table. She jumped up, walked determinedly to her closet and began grabbing clothes; she was going to be spontaneous and carefree without reservation for once.

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nekokoaa · 6 years ago

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Wolves Among Us - Bakugo x Reader (II)

Wolves Among Us – Bakugo x Reader

Series Warning: Fantasy AU, Fluff, NSFW

(Chapter II/VII) New Mini Series!

Guys, thank you so much for the kind words, likes, reblogs for the first chapter of this mini series!! I wanted to at least get chapter 2 out fast so that you guys can get a feel for this series!!

Inspired by The Company of Wolves by Angela Carter

(Chapter I) (Chapter II) (Chapter III) (Chapter IV) (((click the tag wau bnha to find all the chapters since Tumblr killed links.))))

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II.

The sound of your boots was abnormally loud against the old wood flooring of your cabin. It creaked and shifted under your weight as you stepped. You were walking back and forth from your room to your cabinet, plucking things off the table—specifically food, and stuffing it in a basket hanging on your arm. You stopped when you saw a small block of cheese on top of the table, and you slightly turned your head sideways in thought.

“Would he eat this…?” You quietly said to yourself. You didn’t know what a wolf’s appetite consist of other than meat, but you soon shrugged and placed it in the basket.

Since last night, you haven’t gone a minute without thinking about the wolf you encountered. It was such a strange moment and you were sure you were going to end up in a wolf’s belly that night. But the wolf surprisingly spared you and spent his time only getting a taste of you through the gash on your shin. You couldn’t forget his heated eyes, his fangs, his hot breath and tongue caressing your leg. His low growls that vibrated against your skin and rumbled your heart so.

You swiftly wrapped your red scarf around your neck and head, burying your flushed face within it. You never experience something like that before. It was thrilling, exciting, and oddly enough, you wanted to see him again. Your entire village would call you stupid for going after a vicious wolf, but if he was so vicious, then you wouldn’t be alive right now. He spared you, and there must a reason for it.

You filled your basket until it was full and headed out into the cold. You were instantly greeted by Izuku next door, who was busy chopping wood for his mother. You’ve been neighbors with Izuku since you were born and best friends since the two of you could talk. He and his mother always looked after you even before your parents died in an unfortunate accident. The two of you haven’t been anything more than friends, though the entire village were eagerly waiting to hear the news of an engagement.

You weren’t with Izuku for long as you didn’t want to miss your chance on meeting the wolf and he warned you about traveling in the forest when you lied to him about going to the market.

“You sure you don’t want me to come?” He brought his axe down upon the wood that sat on the stump and it easily split into two. The halves fell onto the snow and he picked them up and threw them in a pile with his gloved hands.

“Yup! Positive!” You clutched your basket to your side and practically skipped down the pathway leading into the forest. Your village was separated from the marketplace by the dense forest and usually Izuku would escort you through because of the danger that often lurked within it. But, the forest during the mornings were safe and usually what lurked was rabbits and other small creatures in search for food—but not wolves. Still, you wanted to try your luck.

You diverted from the pathway when you were far enough from your village and walked into the dense trees. You walked until you reached the opening in the forest where a tree was in the middle. It was where you first encountered the wolf and also where he spared you. And as expected, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Wolves normally didn’t linger in an area where they revealed themselves because of people coming back to hunt them. Usually if a wolf is sighted, the entire village is alerted, and the hunters would search the forest until said wolf is found. But since you didn’t alert the village, the red-eyed wolf had no reason to hide.

You sighed softly, a bit disappointed that he wasn’t here. You walked to the large center tree and placed the basket under it. Maybe he’ll show up later. You thought as you stared at the tree. You couldn’t help but be reminded of how your back was against it while he was slowly licking the blood off your leg, his eyes boring into yours and keeping you frozen in place. They were so beautiful, like you were staring into valley of fire lilies. You really wanted to see him again. Another sigh left you and you remained there for a few minutes before swiftly turning around to leave the area.

You suddenly collided with something that felt like a wall and you stumbled back, almost falling onto the snow-covered ground. You brought a hand to hold your nose that was stinging from the impact it suffered and you looked up to find those familiar deep red eyes looking down on you. Instantly, it felt like you were walking in a valley of fire lilies on a spring afternoon. They flowed with the melody of the wind, singing along as they bathe in the sun’s warmth. His eyes were breathtakingly beautiful, even now as they glared down at you menacingly, burning holes into your face.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He growled at the end of his words despite his appearance that looked relatively normal compared to last night. The wolf ears that sat on top of his head was gone, his large fangs reduced to small ones, and maybe he looked a little less hairy than before. You couldn’t really remember, it was awfully dark last night. One thing that stayed was his glowing eyes, it seemed to be that one aspect that gave his identity away. You also didn’t miss how attractive he was. Your face was already growing hot to the touch.

“I-I don’t know.” You blurted out the fastest thing you could think of under your nerves. He took a step forward, closing the small distance between you two. You assumed he was trying to be threatening, but little did he know, it did a number on your weak heart.

“You don’t have men around waiting to jump me?” He glanced around suspiciously, and you shook your head. His eyes then narrowed at you and he lifted his finger and pointed past you. “And what the hell is that?” He was pointing to the basket behind you and you gasped, turning around and scurrying to grab it.

“Uh—It’s…!” You watched those red eyes widen when you held out your basket to him. You buried your face within your scarf to hide any indication that you were blushing up a storm. “For you. I brought you food.”

“Why?” For a menacing wolf, he sure had a lot of questions.

“To thank you for not eating me.” You smiled softly at him, truly thankful that he spared you. You still wondered why he did, and you were hoping you’ll get a chance to ask him. The wolf remained staring at you until his cheeks started to redden, he looked embarrassed about something and he sucked his teeth before he snatched your basket out of your hands. He walked passed you and plopped himself in front of the large tree. You were observing every action, from the moment he opened the basket to when he practically swallowed an entire chicken leg. Even though you were watching him decimate every part of the chicken including the bones, you didn’t notice his ears had returned on his head and his fangs grew larger. In seconds, the chicken you brought was devoured and he was soon licking his fingers and lips on a full belly. You wondered how long it’s been since he ate something because that was the fastest you’ve ever seen someone eat. You took this opportunity to finally ask him what you wanted since the moment he left you last night.

“Why didn’t you eat me back then, Wolf? I’m sure you were as hungry as you are now.” Even as you watched him lick his lips, you were reminded of his tongue on your leg. You blushed.

He looked up at you as his expression twisted like he was offended. “You taste gross. I wasn’t trying to eat you.” And then you were reminded of the blissful look he had on when he tasted your blood and you wondered if he was lying. “I was cleaning you.”

He then stood up and dusted the snow off his baggy pants. You saw a glance of his tail wagging side to side like it was trying to get the ice off its fur.

“Why? Surely, you could’ve left me there to rot or have one of your comrades finish me off.”

“You ask too many damn questions!” He started to growl, you saw the pink of his gums as he bared his fangs at you. He expected you to flinch at him, to cower in fear at his ferocious behavior, but you rolled your eyes at him instead and the small thought of: he can ask a lot of questions, but I can’t?lingered in your mind. He sucked his teeth at your reaction, turning his back to you. “Just shut up before I really eat you.”

“Wait.” You called out to him as he started to walk away. “Are you leaving?”

“What does it look like?” He grumbled, putting his hands in his pockets. You saw his tail swaying for no particular reason. You suddenly felt your heart drop, you wanted to talk to him some more and maybe get to know him. It wasn’t every day that a human could talk to a wolf without violence being involved.

“My-My name is ____! I hope we can meet again, Wolf.”

The wolf slightly looked back, a bewildered look in his glowing eyes as they sized you up. His lips settled into a frown and you were amazed at how handsome he looked even with an unpleasing expression. “Katsuki.” He simply said before disappearing into the dense forest.

You didn’t notice how hard your heart was pounding for that entire interaction. You pressed your hand to your chest, taking a deep breath to calm it down. Once you were sure Katsuki was long gone, you grabbed your discarded basket and looked in it. Just as you thought, he ate everything except for the small block of cheese you weren’t sure about.

“Okay, next time, no cheese.” You said, quietly grinning to yourself.

Ending comments: Meeting phase? Check! Romance phase? Unchecked! Let’s get it checked, shall we? Thanks for reading, guys!

(Chapter III) - (((click the tag wau bnha to find all the chapters since Tumblr killed links.)))

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boogiewrites · 6 years ago

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Choking On Sapphires 55

Title & Song: Wild Horses

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count: 9000+

Summary: Genevive comes to Alfie’s gathering in his new home.He makes her feel like the only woman in the world. And that’s even before he tells her how he feels with the sweetest words she’s ever heard. But it wouldn’t be romance with these two without them also telling each other with their bodies, would it?

Warnings/Tags: Language. FLUFF. Romance. Explicit sexual content. Romantic confessions. Long awaited reunion.Apologies.

**Chapter song is Wild Horses by The Rolling Stones.*

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My Masterlist. (Includes Parts 1-54)

You laugh as Claire lifts up the skirt of your dress and sprays perfume while you're leaning over, putting in your simple diamond earrings. You swat at her and fluff out your skirt.

"I don't know if that's entirely warranted." you laugh as you shake your head and smack at her.

"Well I do know and it is." she smirks. She hadn't told you about speaking to Alfie, or what he'd said when he came looking for you. She didn't think it mattered at this point. You two were going to finally be seeing each other and she'd bet all the money she had you wouldn't be coming back home tonight.

But you were more hesitant than she was. He was sweet and romantic over the phone but that didn't mean he was going to sleep with you necessarily. He'd been those things and not slept with you for quite some time not that long ago. It seems as if she'd forgotten that. You certainly wanted her to be right but you were still feeling too cautious to let yourself be totally pie-eyed and expecting. --- You stand in front of the tall townhouse. Taking in the dark masonry front. The night is cold, you can see your breath as you take a deep breath, holding up your skirt as you ascend the stairs. You're greeted by a pleasant looking older woman in a maid's uniform when she pulls open the door before you even knock.

"Hello! Shalom!" she chirps. "Here for the party?" she says with a warm smile.

"I am." you say as she takes your fur coat from you.

"Everyone's in the lounge, down the hall to the left, Miss." she instructs cheerfully before proceeding up the stairs.

You swallow hard and steady your breathing. You smooth down your sapphire blue dress. From the waist up and down your long sleeves, it was sheer, your slip of the same color underneath leaving your arms bare and darkening the color to match the deep blue velvet of the long flowing skirt that covered your grey heels. You wore simple diamond earrings and the same Star of David pendant as it matched the dress perfectly,. The neckline of the dress was cut low enough to be flattering and frame the necklace nicely without being too much. You wanted to be tempting, but not entirely obvious.

Ollie appears from the room you'd been directed towards. Voice carry from the doorway, golden light spilling across the barrier into the hallway across the dark wooden floors and red and tan rug. You can make out Alfie's laugh and your heart flutters at the sound.

"Hello Genevieve!" he says cheerfully.

"Hello, Ollie. It's lovely to see you," you say with a genuine smile. "How have you been?" you ask, meeting him halfway down the hall.

"Very busy." he nods with a friendly tone. "Now that you're here I can get back to work and stop having him ask me every ten minutes if you've arrived." he raises his brows and turns to point towards the doorway in question. "He's in the parlor, go get him so he'll get off my back please." he grins and you return the expression.

"I can do that." you laugh as you walk down the long hall, the home is warm and smells of food and spice. The floors of dark wood carry halfway up the walls, the top portion a red wallpaper. You rather liked it. It was intimate and inviting, composed of rich earth tones and something that felt almost antique and distinctly Alfie.

You move into the wide doorway, your hand lingering on the frame as your wide eyes take in the room. Your body and your face are posed and poise, your muscle memory remembering how you were taught to enter a room to catch attention without a word.

He sees you as soon as you round the corner despite the fact that he was mid-conversation with three other people. He'd been waiting impatiently for you to come all night and he finds his heart palpitating at the very sight of you. You wore the necklace he'd given you still, your hair down and soft, a lovely dress that fits you perfectly. You were a vision, just like he'd said. The sight of you stops the conversation, steals the thoughts from his head, the words from his mouth and the breath from his lungs. He nods his head and excuses himself with no hesitation. You see him as soon as he moves, as if you knew where to look already. Your own star-struck eyes that sit above closed lip smiles mirror his own. He cannot wait a moment longer.

He kisses your hand, not releasing it, but holding his other over it. The push of his soft lips against your skin started the invisible burn he induces as you feel a tingle move up your spine at the sight of him so close.

"Good Evening Genevieve." he says softly, leaning in close and your eyes involuntarily bat up at him.

"It is." you say in response, an almost cheeky smile in acknowledgment you'd taken his usual retort.

"May I speak with you in my study?" he asks, standing up straight again, his hand already motioning out of the room.

"Of course." you say quietly. Neither of you speak as his hand rests on your lower back as he walks you down the hall.

You move into the room, smelling of dust and old books with shelves mostly full, a large desk buried in papers, a globe, and a couch all resting comfortably in the light of a dying fire. You stand and look around, taking it all in. You hear the door click shut behind you, and in seconds you feel his hands on your arms, turning you towards him. You're caught entirely off guard as he moves in quickly, a hand moving past your cheek to your hair as he leans down and kisses you. The kiss isn't hard, it isn't soft, it's undemanding and he takes the rest of the world away with it as his lips move against yours. Your hand moves to his forearm instinctually, feeling compelled to touch him as he steals the breath from your lungs with his unexpected show of affection. He pulls away slowly, lips sticking together in protest to parting as your eyes stay shut for a moment, your lips parted as he takes in the sight of you so near once again.

"Forgive me darling, but I've missed you." he whispers.

Your eyes flutter open, lips still parted in wonderment and lust. You feel as if your emotions are moving in a hundred separate directions. You want to cry, from happiness and relief, you want to scream from the lingering hurt. But you might only succeed in melting into a puddle and ruining the imported rug.

"You've not slapped me so I'll assume the silence from you the past weeks wasn't acted out because you hate me." he has a hopeful smile on his face, his words just as soft and even more gentle.

"It was not." you managed to whisper back as you swallow loudly.

Your voice is sweeter than he could even recall, a warmth washing over him at the sound.

"I've missed you as well." you add, a few blinks from your eyes bring the movement back to your face as you start to process what's happening. He can feel the hesitancy in your voice for such a confession spoken in person. He compulsively kisses you again and you return in full and in earnest. This time your arms wrap around his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you tightly to him. In the surge of emotion you let out a small moan, and it isn't from a sexual response that his touch ignited, but one from longing answered. A punctuation to a too long run on sentence that the last weeks without him had been. A pained sound that was born from emotional turmoil this time. A groan revealing an equal amount of hurt to you escapes him. This kiss was harsher, but so needful and intense in its execution your knees go weak and you find yourself getting lost completely in it that you hardly register him pulling away from you.

"There's a party going on out there I have to host." he says with a small smile, his thumbs rub against your jaw gently.

"I'd almost forgotten." you say with a sweet, dazed smile. He melts at the sight of something entirely warm and inviting in your eyes. Unlike the cold hesitancy, he saw the last time he'd gazed into them.

"Would you stay after the party is over?" he asks softly as he looks over your beautiful, bewildered face. f. W "If that's what you want." you nod with a soft blink of your lashes. You were surprised by the request somewhat, as it felt very forward. But what else could it have been after the kiss you just shared?

"Very much so." his smile is almost predatory for a moment before he kisses you tenderly one last time before releasing your face. "Let's get back now, luv. Plenty of people for you to charm for the first time out there tonight." he grins down at you, arm around your shoulders, with something that looked like pride in his eyes.

"You go ahead, I'll fall behind in just a moment." you politely suggest.

"Of course." he says with a subtle bow, slinking out of the room with a bit more of a spring in his step than you had noticed on the way in.

You rest yourself, hip and hand on the arm of the leather sofa. Your eyes wide, your shoulders slump as you gulp noisily, and stare at the door. Your thighs tremble, your knees wanting to knock as soon as you felt the heat of his skin pressed against yours. You believed yourself to be more level minded than the last time you saw him. But you still wanted to remain in this closed, dim study until everyone else went as he'd left you a mess. You fight to compose yourself. With many deep breaths and a wipe of your fingers under your eyes to fix them from stray tears, you fluff your hair and you're back in form to charm as he suggests. ----------------- You try not to look at him throughout the night. But being the host, the loud, boisterous and charming man he was, it was hard not to. As he stands to speak to the entire table, you look down at your hands, a small subtle smile on your lips, just from getting to hear him speak again. His inflections and pops and smacks all unique to his passionate delivery of the stories he told.

You've never known Alfie to be heavy-handed without purpose. But as you look up to face your racing hearts cause you find him already watching you. You stop hearing what he says. The words are just the sound of your favorite song playing in another room. You sigh noiselessly, your shoulders rising and falling slowly, your lashes fluttering as his eyes didn't look away from yours. How long had he been watching you? Had anyone else noticed how you were gazing at each other? Did he care if anyone noticed? It didn't seem so as he connected to you almost telepathically with his eyes and smiles, words spoken to a room full of people and feeling like they're only meant for you. You feel the flush bloom across your face as you glance away bashfully, biting your lower lip and reaching for your glass of wine, not returning your eyes to him.

You're in the dining room when most everyone had migrated to the lounge long ago, people slowly file out while you pick away at a platter of your favorite round sweets. The gesture of them existing here tonight not lost on you. You're absent-mindedly on your third as Ollie walks into the room and his eyes light up when he sees you.

"I've been looking for you Genevieve." he says with a kind nod.

"What's that?" you ask, tilting your head and standing back up straight.

"Mr. Solomons will be concluding the party shortly and he thought you might want to wait somewhere where it wouldn't be obvious that you were staying afterward. He wanted to be considerate to your privacy." he quietly explains, his tall, slender frame leaning towards yours.

"At least he still has manners." you mutter to yourself, your hands going to your skirt. "Where does he want me to wait?" --------- You wait in his bedroom. Your eyes narrowed at the suggestion to have you idle in his personal chambers for him after a party. Too many good memories in unfamiliar bedrooms shared between the two of you to not have them linger in your thoughts. You had really tried to not expect anything from tonight but he kept giving you reasons to change your mind. You didn't feel nervous as you heard heavy steps coming up the stairs. You rest your shoulder against a banister of the four-poster bed.

He enters with purpose, his eyes searching for you immediately. You give him a soft smile, and he moves towards you.

"Having me wait in your bedroom?" you ask, an implied smirk on your lips. "I'm assuming you didn't want me to stay for business." a corner of your mouth drawn back in a comedic tone of a sarcastic response.

His shoulders seem to relax after he throws his jacket onto the back of an armchair. He moves, his arms big and heavy off of broad shoulders, you look him over as he stands without saying anything for a moment, only staring at you. Your cool facade fades under his gaze, he knows this and comes closer. "I owe you an apology." he finally says, his voice gruff, brow low as he holds your hands and you're surprised at his actions.

"I was kidding about waiting in here, Alfie." you say with a gracious smile, and he sighs at the sound of you saying his name, closing his eyes as your brow creases in consideration of what the motive was behind his expression.

"Say it again." he whispers, his eyes still closed.

"What? That I was joking? I just thought it a bit unexpected is all I-"

"No, Genevieve," he sighs, your name sounding so silken coming out of his mouth. He opens his eyes, squeezing your hands, clasped together between the two of you. "My name." Your lashes flutter suddenly, your wide-eyed shock transparent across your face. Your breath catches slightly.

"Alfie?" your voice is small and soft. He hums at the sound, eyes closing again. He takes a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling, he rolls his head, his face back to meeting yours. He matches your eyes, his hands moving to around your waist as your jolt of surprise isn't lost on him as he holds you against his chest. "Alfie?" you ask it more insistently and he hums again. Leaning in to press his lips to yours. "Alfie." you say again in a different tone, demanding an explanation for his behavior.

"I missed you," he whispers, your knees knocking together as you gulp. "And I'm sorry." he says, glancing at your lips. "I should've called...visited, wrote, hell, anythin'." he plants a kiss to your cheek, your eyes shut at the way the words make the knots in your stomach loosen. Ones that had sat there for weeks, some months. "Weren't right of me to leave ya in such a way and with such regrettable behavior beforehand." he plants another kiss, lower on your jaw. Your chest heaves somewhat with his apology, "You deserve better than my childish, insensitive behavior and I want to make amends." he kisses closely to your ear, your heart racing at the feeling of his hot breath fanning across your touch starved skin. He pulls back from you, hands resting innocently at your hips, you rest your hands on his biceps. "I got all caught up in my own made up problems in me head." he says, shaking his and looking down at you regretfully. "I weren't honest with myself or you and even if I don't think I deserve it, you do." his brow furrows. "I know I acted like a fuckin' arse those last months I lived with you and I'm sorry."

You can't help that your mouth drops open at the admittance of his peculiar behavior. He looks across your face in a dazed sort of way. Your eyes, wide, beckon him to explain further.

"Movin' out helped me clear me head." he nods in quick movements. "I see now that I was makin' you feel like a problem. I did. " he lets out a noisy exhale, "When it was me the whole fuckin' time and I'm sorry for that." his voice is in its usual coarse gravel, but softly spoken and most importantly, it was genuine. Your eyes twinkle at the words, your worry turning back into adoration.

"Alfie..." his name squeaks out from your lips, it's all you could really form in your relief as waves of emotions washing over you. Your hands hold his arms tighter, he looks down at them with a smile and you feel your heart stutter. He takes a deep breath, staring at you once again, like he had months before when thing's hadn't felt so damn complicated.

"I can see now you've never been the problem, darling." his voice is like walking into a cold babbling stream at dawn. The cold of the night still hanging on against the heat of the rising sun, making your skin go tight, jolting your soul into awakeness, making you tremble with stimulation. You watch his hand go back to your cheek, your chest is heavy with anticipation, you wonder if he can feel your heart thumping. "But I believe you to be the solution instead." he whispers, his eyes fluttering and moving so thoughtfully across your face. "You deserve the truth, and I want to give it to you now." he licks his lips to pause to formulate his thoughts. "I pulled away from you because I thought my self not worthy of you." he looks at you with an intent focus in his eyes, a hitch you catch in his breathing. "You confessed to me and I should've taken it for the sign it was, that my thoughts had always been correct in assuming you were a perfect match for me." his voice is low, eyes only backing up what his mouth was proclaiming. "The way I reacted was such a tragedy that I can only apologize from the depths of my heart for my actions that followed. You did not deserve that and I only hope that I can show you my remorse for the error of my ways, for I see them clearly now."

You open your mouth to speak and he shakes his head, eyes watching your mouth tremble shut at his wordless command. You lick your lips habitually from your anticipation he can feel as he senses your body vibrating.

There could've been bombs dropped outside and you two wouldn't have noticed. Not when you are both so close to possibly getting what you wanted. Your chest is so tight you're having to manually control your breathing as his emotion seeps out of every pore and washes over you in shudder-inducing waves. "In your absence, my heart has grown even fonder of you, Gen," he states, his thumb moving across your skin again in small smooth strokes. "With you gone I was very quickly made brutally aware of how much you had become the most welcome habit and vice in my life. You made me better just by being near me, sweetheart." his voice is commanding but delicate. He speaks articulately, but his breath stutters with emotion. "I know how important your independence and self-reliance are to you, which is why I waited so long to tell you of the growing and now, undeniable feelings that I have for you. I believe the reserve came from fear. Fear of rejection. Yeah. Fear of the sentiment I felt towards you." he nods, his brow furrowing again, his bottom lip hiding under his mustache for a moment. He shakes his head and looks back at you, his eyes as solid as ground again. "But I wanted you here tonight to offer you my truth over my lies. As you've requested of me since we met." he lets out a small huff of a laugh at you, your face stoic and gorgeous, absorbing his words, your eyes not giving any signs of retreat. "I can't recall any fancy way to say it, luv, I find myself losing the ability when ya lookin' at me like 'is." he swallows and you give him an adoring smile that makes his heart thump. "I wanna be with you Genevieve. Only you." he states, his hand firm and hot against your cheek. "I find myself so consumed by my desire for you." he almost groans out the confession, your eyes burning with tears that threatened to fall. "The thought of lettin' you slip away by my own lack of action makes me ill and that's what I'm trying to prevent tonight by asking you to be mine."

"Yours?" you ask weakly, leaning into his hand as you feel the tension held in its muscles lessen at your attention.

"Yes, luv." he kisses you gently, testing your reaction. Your flutter your eyes open in a delayed manner after he kisses you. "To be each others. I'd never claim to own you, Genevieve, you must know that. You are no one's but your own and I am only humbly asking that you let me be the only man that stands next to you." there's a pleading tone deep in his voice that makes your heart ache.

"A team?" you ask, still smiling and sighing in his arms.

"Partners. Equals." he rushes out as if you still needed convincing.

You sigh heavily, your fingers gently touching his beard, looking over his face to remember this desperation. The feeling of him laying himself at your feet. Facing a grand reward or punishment boldly assured you that he meant what he said.

"I was reduced to a lesser woman in your absence," you rasp out, your fingers delicately stroke his hair, his temple and moving down his jaw as you speak. "From the morning you left for weeks I was..." your eyes narrow, still gazing into his. " I suppose I can now admit that I felt less than with you gone." you nod and bite your lip. "This isn't exactly what I expected coming here tonight. Not with the way you left. Not with the lack of contact, both physical and that of communication afterward." your face has a passing sadness at the memory and he hunches over you as if to absorb the emotion so you didn't have to feel it as a burden as if his wide shoulders could ward you from it.

"I know, I'm-" your fingers rest on his lips as he blinks at you.

"This is the best possible outcome I could imagine from my coming here tonight." his eyes squeeze shut and it's as if you'd stripped him down to his bones when he opens them and looks at you again. "If I had in fact, allowed myself to imagine such a fantastical sort of outcome on those nights alone." Both his hands raise to your face, holding it tightly, his adoration pouring freely from his eyes. You'd never seen the face of Alfie Solomons in such a state. You were transfixed by the masculine beauty that beamed down at you. All that power within him willing to bow to you in humility. "I do know, however," you say, a familiar spark behind your eyes, "... that I have tried to imagine a better-suited partner for myself." you pause for just a moment, relishing in the drama of the heightened emotion of the moment. "And I could think of none. Nor did I want any other." his bottom lip trembles as his eyes shine, that line of slightly angled teeth that you found so damn endearing, showing in the raw vulnerability he was giving you.

"Gen..." he whispers out, strung out and love drunk his lids weighing heavily down onto his piercing eyes.

"You've awakened something in me I thought was dead. We are but a man and a woman but I feel so much more than that when I'm with you. I've never felt so intensely drawn to someone as I do you. And I want to be with you as well. As lovers, as a couple... together for all to see." you finally admit with all other veils lifted, nothing left to hide or explain between the two of you. Nothing left to explain with words, anyway.

He exhales sharply, holding your face like a vice, "You've made me the happiest man in existence tonight, Genevive, for to be yours and for you to be mine is all I've thought of for months. You have awoken a yearning that goes beyond anything I've thought possible in me. I felt a dark void with you gone from my life and I intend to make up my inexcusable behavior to you for as long as you'll have me." his raspy whispers fill your heart with a burning heat before his lips meld against yours. You hear a whimper from him, your hands finding their way over his body as if they'd never left. He whispers out your name between pants of breath you share as you kiss each other recklessly, messy tongues and sloppy lips and nothing but passion driving them across each other's skin. You moan out his name in response, his fingers digging into your back as he cracks your spine he holds you so tightly.

His kisses travel to your cheeks, damp with stray tears as he clutches at you frantically, his lips kissing down your jaw to your neck, hungry and desperate whines and moans escaping him as he renders your hesitation useless. "Alfie." you moan out and he returns the sound with a low rumbling groan against the rapid pulse of your neck.

"I would've sold my soul to hear your beautiful voice say my name like that on those darkest nights alone." he coos in your ear and your eyes roll back in your head helplessly.

"I'll call it out like a prayer for you then." you whisper.

"Suited as you're the one who's saved me." he mutters against your skin.

"Show me how you worship then, Alfie. Make me yours." you whisper, eyes shut and head lolling as he moves his hand to the back of your head, holding you up in his strong arms, your knees weak and chest heaving.

His lips travel back yours, "I want nothing more." he moans into your mouth, his hands work deftly to undo the buttons down the back of your dress, his kisses show no signs of distraction as your lips noisily smack in a slow pace under your nuzzling noses. You move to unclasp the buttons on his shirt as you both come undone just as your garments.

You feel the air hit your back through the silk of your slip. His calloused fingers pull one shoulder of your dress down, his kisses moving down your neck and continuing to the now bare shoulder as he pulls it away slowly. The sheer fabric moves to your elbow, his kisses planted down your upper arms before his fingers move swiftly under the hem to pull it down your chest, more kisses across your collar bones to repeat the slow and sensual pattern down the other side of your body.

You pull your arms out of the dress and let it drop. His breath falls heavy against the pendant he gave you, his forehead pressed the hollow of your throat. "When I saw you still wore this even after I left I was moved to tears. Your capacity for forgiveness astonishes me, my love."

"I wore it proudly. I could never shun it just as I've never shunned you," you answer in a voice on the verge of tears at the way he touched you so firm but gently, his words spoken as urgently as his caress. "I couldn't bring myself to part from it just as I couldn't bare to part from you."

"You are my perfect jewel," he groans, kissing up your neck to breathe in the smell of your hair. "My paradisical, resplendent French flower." he moves his face along yours, planting kisses wherever his lips may be. "You smell of sunshine and lavender even in the dark of winter." his lips now grazing over yours as he spills words more lovely than any poetry you'd ever heard. "My Persephone bringing the light back to my world for without you there was only darkness." he kisses the corners of your mouth, your eyelids, temples, and nose.

You keep your eyes closed as he holds you, letting the emotions wash over you, and reveling in them. No longer afraid of how your heart called for him. "I have found such a strength in the weakness only you can make me feel." you look into his eyes, lashes fluttering as his hands push back your hair, fingers pulling through the long waves as you move forward to plant a kiss on his chest. You now mirror the slow actions of his hands as your lips graze his collarbones and remove his shirt. "And you are my tenacious King now my Hades." you purr, his eyes half-lidded and his heavy bottom lip hanging in absolute disbelief for his deepest desires were unfolding before his eyes. "For I've tasted the fruit of your world and can no longer be the same." you kiss around the gold links of his necklaces, your hands undoing the fastenings of his trousers. "My god of gold and hidden wealths. Brutish and diabolical as he's surrounded by darkness few others can comprehend." your breath carries over his skin, lips never leaving him for long as he lets out a guttural sound for the words you exhale against his skin. He'd never felt so fully seduced in such a way with words. Your hand moves down his lower stomach, into his pants as you slowly stroke the growing length of him you find there. His eyes are clenched under a heavy brow and he's never looked more attractive to you. "But you forget I am just as devilish as you are darling." you smile is sinful against one of his nipples as your lips enclose around it and you feel his whole body shudder.

"You are a queen fit for only the most wicked man." he moans, a fire in his eyes as they open, lips crashing into yours as he lifts you from the backs of your thighs. You naturally wrap yourself around him as he carries you to his bed, falling back heavy and with a creak on the new frame beneath you.

"The most wicked king and you are mine now, Alfie." you coo against his lips as he settles over you. He did feel like a king with you and in that powerful title, he felt invincible under your stare. But he desperately needed to submit to you, and you to him tonight and the rest of the nights hereafter. Your arms are around his back, soft hands roaming over his lean muscles as they worked his hands up your thighs, pushing your slip up over your hips. He breaks the kiss to move down your body, lips following the path of his hands, along your outer thigh, to your inner thigh to the hip bone above the soft satin of your knickers. You feel the pull of his rough hands, pushing the soft fabric up your stomach as his lips keep their journey north. Kisses to your navel, diagonally to your ribs, gown pushed up further bit by bit. He pulls the garment over your head, diving back down between your breasts as he pants in heavy breaths, big hands moving to arch your back to undo your bra, throwing it across the room without a second thought as the moan he releases at the sight of you makes you forget everything else but the intoxicated look on his face.

"You are absolutely fuckin' bewitching." he moans, mouth latching on the soft mound of your breast as he bites and suckles to the hardening point. You see his eyes roll back behind his lids and yours follow suit as the feel of his mouth on you was something so divine you'd forgotten just how skilled it was. "How is it you're even more captivating than I recall?" he rasps as his mouth moves back up to yours.

"Because you are a man who cherishes his possessions and I'm among them now. " you reply with a closed-lip smile, your fingertips resting on his face as he wraps his arms around our body.

"My most precious treasure," he says with a warm smile as you look over one another, taking in the content and blissful faces of each other that the whispered confessions cause. "And mine at long last." he shakes his head, a devastatingly charming grin on his face as your lips curl up, tongue peeking out slightly at him.

"Let me feel you, mon Fie." you softly request, the heels of your feet pushing down his trousers. "I want you completely bare against me. Every centimeter exposed for me to touch and taste. I want to feel every muscle and scar as you belong to me now."

"And you shall have it my darling." he whispers, a soft kiss before he rises, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and take every item off. You move to remove your pants, crawling on your knees to behind him as you kiss his shoulders, nails gently raking across his shoulders, down his arms and back, small noisy kisses crossing the span of his shoulders.

He turns partially, you move to kiss the scar on his shoulder the bullet had left, still pink and raised. You drag your tongue across it, drawing a throaty moan from him. You keep your wet lips moving to his neck, burying your face in his bushy beard, smelling the oils still there and you hum contently. More kisses up his jaw, light and sweet to his temples, his eyes flutter shut as you kiss his lids, wanting every bit of him tasted. He'd never had this sort of loving affection and attention before, not even from you. Your hands were soft but sure against his chest, running up the broad expanse and holding the back of his head, kissing the shell of his ear. "Make love to me how you imagined on those nights alone in this bed, Alfie." you whisper, a lustful grunt rumbling in his chest.

He answers your request, moving fast to take you in his arms, a hard kiss that distracts you as he moves you both up the bed, resting your head on the firm pillows with care. He rests between your legs, and in the light of the fire at his back, now dimming slowly, you see him take in the sight below him.

You see his heavy cock twitch between your thighs. He watches you intently, studying you like a work of art as you run your hands down your breasts, one continuing to between your legs as you let out a small moan as your finger traces over your clit and the soaking wetness you find between your thighs. With your fingers covered and slick, you raise them back up and place them on his lips. His eyes struggle not to roll back as a deep moan escapes past your fingertips. "You see? You feel how much I missed you?" you ask, your lashes looking long and full as your dark eyes stay focused on his lips as his tongue flicks out against your fingers. You moan quietly as he engulfs your fingers into his mouth and groans. A firm hand around your wrist, eyes closing as he licks the proof off your fingers. You find yourself being unexpectedly intensely aroused as his plush lips suck your fingers. He presses your palm to his mouth, his hand over yours and you feel the warm strength of his tongue against the sensitive skin.

He takes your wrist, placing your hand around his leaking cock. "Can you feel how much I've missed you?" he whispers against your ear, pushing himself into the grip of your hand.

"I long to," you whine, pushing him against your lips, covering him and making your bodies melt together without friction. "I want the heat and weight of you. I need every fraction of you upon me and the rest inside of me." you say in a pleading tone as he pulls back his hips. You move your legs to around him, pulling him closer, he moves to his elbows on the bed, your bodies now touching almost undividedly. He moves back to connect you fully, lips moving in a languid pace against each other, heavy breathing and moans not interrupting the push of starving mouths against the other. With a hand under your head, the other trailing down your side to rest on your hip to hold you steady your noses bump together as you breathe in each other in for a moment, feeling him move against your swollen bud, heavy exhales at the touch. You use your hand to pull his mouth to yours by the back of his neck, the other placed on his chest, feeling his heart knock against it in its urgency. He moves slowly, so exquisitely slowly to push into you. You hadn't expected to feel so tight again and the smallness his body and his ownership over you make you feel add to the sensation.

As he sheaths inside you in an unhurried motion, the snug fit stirring heady responses from you both, he leaves his eyes open to watch your face give over to the pleasure. His hand, fingers light against your skin move back up to your face, lips ghosting over yours, face held by his sizeable hand to keep you from moving out of his sight. He examined every twitch of muscle, savoring every sound you made until he was fully inside you. He gives you a few breaths to accommodate him before pouring down a long, low moan into your mouth past a passionate kiss.

It felt like the first time again with him and perhaps that was suited as it felt different this time with the honesty spoken beforehand. His time spent inside you before was never dull, but with the open vulnerability of baring your feelings to each other, something new to you, it was as if he not only set your skin afire but the heat was searing down to your bones, branding them with his name. Like you could feel him in every muscle as he stretched you and you let him overtake you. And you gave up willingly, enthusiastically to him. You had wanted to be someones and now finding it was he who was reciprocating that notion you wanted to become one in totality with him. You let your body respond how it wants, you let the sounds that need to escape free, you let the tears from the pleasure squeak out the corners of your eyes as he moves in you.

With every forced exhale you made as he pushed inside you over and over, his hips not having to move violently to receive such a response from you as he had in the past. Your hands gripped at his back as his mouth worked against your strong pulse in your neck. He could feel every moan he drew from you with your chests pressed together with your full lips brushing up against his ear as you felt and heard the same from him.

He detects his name, moaned out your panting mouth, hearing it with his ears but feeling it in his chest at the way it sounded different now. Not holding his body's reactions back, his hips buck harder into you at the calling of it, it made him weak in the only way he knew that he would welcome. A lower, needful moan that is forced out of you by the seizing muscles of your stomach makes him repeat the motion to compel you into a more fevered state. Your fingers grip into his hair, his head moving against your neck and shoulders, mouth sucking and biting against your soft skin as you feel your approach to climax. He finds the pressure and places your body is calling out for, slow paced but a heavy pound, a slap of wet flesh each time as he grunts with the force his hips hit into you with. A weak exclamation of your enthusiasm, a breathy, "Oh, fuck, baby, yes." as your nails join your fingers in the frantic clutching and clawing at his back, pulling him even closer.

He feels your body shudder, your head pushing back against his hand that cradled it. The dulcet called pet name that he'd never heard before coming from the one he'd call the same makes his body tremble against yours. Your breathing growing faster, high pitched with your open and gasping mouth.

"S'il vous plait Alfie, plu dur." (please Alfie, harder) you whimper.

"Oui, mon amour." he murmurs before his lips graze your ear, he moves back to cover your mouth with his and you receive him with zeal. One hand moves down to roughly grab his bum as he moves faster.

A dark and rich velvety moan extracted as the sound of him using his French tongue makes a wave of pleasure unexpectedly wash over you, bringing you closer. He hears the difference, feels you tense around him as your back arches. As always, he listened and learned.

"Aimez-vous quand je parle francais quand je suis en vous, mon amour?" (Do you like it when I speak French when I am inside you, my love?) he groans against your sucking lips.

"Oui, Oui. Je fais. Plus. Je suis si proche." (Yes, yes. I do. More. I'm so close.) your voice is pleading and weak, making him feel the same.

"Fais le pour moi. S'il vous plait, maissez-moi vous sentir." (Do it for me. Please, let me feel you.) his tongue laps the sweat from your neck, feeling his deep groans and heavy breaths against your salty skin. "J'en ai besoin. J'ai besoin de vous. Fin moi avec l'etreinte de velours de ta chatte." (I need it. I need you. End me with the velvet embrace of your cunt.) his voice is almost a growl to you now, full of pent-up longing that was desperate to be released by you both.

"Tu te sans bien, s'il vous plait. S'il vous plait, Alfie fais moi jouir." (You feel so good, please. Please, Alfie make me cum.) a harsh and biting kiss stops your cries, his hand moves between your thighs, quick and sure fingers against your clit and in moments you're gone. Your vision tunnels before your eyes roll back in your head, lashes fluttering wildly as starbursts that could be fireworks appear before your eyes. Your head was thrown back first, a deep, gasping inhale before your body convulses violently against him, your stomach tenses, your face brought up to his shoulder as you cry out against it, lips pressed against him as you can't control the helpless noises that leave you. Incoherent words, a range of low moans switching to high pitched squeals and gasps and back again as his hips and fingers don't stop. Your hips vibrate and buck against him, ankles becoming uncrossed as they snap apart, your knees falling back and drawing up as you take him in further.

"Fuckin' 'ell Genevieve." he says in disbelief at how your body reacts to him. If you'd been out to make him feel like a king you were certainly doing so. He feels so greedy for more of you, so taut and hot around his cock. He foregoes the tenderness, your powerless display shattering the strong woman he knew you as made him embrace that wickedness. He pushes your knees farther back and into the bed, raising up and hammering his hips against yours. A growl through gritted teeth as your nails scale his heaving chest, the display of overwhelming masculinity that he put on full display before you leaves you a mess against the now damp sheets of his bed.

"LA BAISE!" (the fuck) you moan out loud and deliberately, one hand in your hair now, trying to keep your eyes on him but you both can feel the next orgasm building. Still not recovered from the first, the angle he holds you down in and your body already so responsive and wanting makes you defenseless against it. "Alfie!" you literally cry out as a stray tear falls down your face. "Tu vas me faire houir encore." (You'll make me cum again.) you manage to form words through the pounding of him and the shaking of your own body.

"Bien." (good) he growls through gritted teeth, his eyes dark under his heavy brow, nostrils flared and veins pulsing as he gives himself over to you. "Jouir pour moi." (cum for me) he demands, thumb sliding rapidly over your clit again as the moans start again. Your mouth falls open, nothing to hold this round of whimpers and cries that were all so delicate and high pitched and feminine he loses himself quickly in the song you sing for him. He holds out as long as he can inside you, that possessive and animalistic side of him coming through as he pulls out of you, still shaking despite the void left and grips himself tight, curses and moans, groans and pants as his strong hands move in a blurred speed as he cums. Pearlescent ropes spanning out over your stomach and chest, his neanderthal brain needing to mark you, to claim you, to see himself all over your writhing body so it was clear you were his own.

He stalls to a weak spurt, cum running down his knuckles before he releases his grip, letting your knees fall back to a position less imposing and while he's still hard enough pushing back into you, almost fully collapsing against you as he bring.s your bodies together for a much slower, but still passionate kiss, his arms wrapping around your tremoring body, his kisses traveling to your collarbone and neck, both panting in your exertion and now exhaustion.

As he softens inside you, the kisses continue. The rushed back and forth turns slow, languid and takes pauses for contented sighs and hums, smiles and giggles as you both float back down to earth again.

"That was...rather intense." you say in a sigh, a deep chuckle following as he grunts in agreement into your neck. "You sound so sexy when you speak French by the way." you say with a wrinkled nose and a girlish giggle as his deep husky laugh travels across your face.

"C'est note."(Noted.) he says as he grins down at you, a kiss to your nose before groaning and lifting himself off of you with his arms.

"I couldn't proper appreciate it the first I heard it." you smirk and bite his lower lip.

"I am sorry 'bout that as well, yeah?" he says with raised brows, kissing your nose. "You assumed and then I didn't want to embarrass you and then it all got out of hand." he mutters.

"I was embarrassed." you nod and chuckle. "I remember talking about how handsome you were and how it made me want to fuck you." you push your forehead to his shoulder to hide your face as your shoulders shake with laughter.

"Don't gotta remind me. I'll never fuckin' forget that." he grins, a noisy kiss placed to your cheek as you lean back again. "I'll be right back, luv. I've gone and made a mess of ya." he chuckles and gives you a wink after an affectionate smooch.

You watch his every move as he crawls off the bed, hopping slightly as his second foot hits the floor and stretching on the way to the en-suite bathroom. Even in your satiated state, he still looked delicious. You lay on your side, propped up on your elbow and running your hand through your hair to get the damp pieces off your body. He reappears with a washcloth, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"C'mere, scoot closer, luv." he says softly and you obey. He wipes down your torso, spanning your neck and down to your thighs before concluding between them. He takes the few steps to toss the cloth into the bathroom.

"You look fantastic by the way." you purr, now on your stomach as he returns, feet kicking in the air, thumb in your mouth as you've pulled a pillow up to your chest, your arms wrapped around it.

"And you my love..." his voice is tired but you hear the rumble of appreciation in it as his eyes move up and down your body. His fingers trace from your shoulders, down your spine, over the arch of your bum and tickle the soles of your feet as you twitch away from him and laugh. "Are even more exquisite than ever." a lazy smile comes across his face slowly.

"Thank you." you say with a shy smile that warms him down to his bones. "You wouldn't mind if I stayed the night would you?"

He scoffs out a laugh, a light smack to your bum as his shoulders shake. "I'd be heartbroken all over again if you did not." he grins.

"Mmm. Good." you say cheekily. "Can someone tell Joseph to go home then?" you laugh.

"I might've told him to already before I came up here." he says with a raised brow and knowing grin.

You reach out to smack his bare thigh. "Cheeky bugger." you chuckle, taking off your jewelry and laying it on his nightstand. A gesture he found himself touched by with the intimacy of, the trust you showed with shedding everything to be yourself with him in his own home. You slide your legs off the bed. "I'll be right back. Get the bed ready for us?" you ask softly, his hands moving to your arse and squeezing, pulling you close clumsily as you stumble and knock against him. He places his face between your breasts and hums, a kiss to your sternum before answering.

"'Course." he says in a gruff, obvious tone. A gentle smack to your cheeks and you turn to go pee and explore his bathroom. A claw foot tub, black and white tiled floor, walls the same red as his bedroom. A tucked away in the corner, a toilet and a lovely decorative stand alone sink with a beautifully framed mirror above it. You fuss only slightly with your raccoon eyes, your hair looking lovely as sex hair always did somehow. When you exit the fire is brighter and he's crawling into bed. "You'll catch your death out there luv, get in here." he says with a smile, hand holding up the covers as you, unexpectedly to him, take a short little run and jump into the bed like a child, a loud laugh coming from deep in his stomach as your mewls and the way you snuggle into him amuse him to no end. He hadn't even imagined it would feel so good to be wanted like this.

"This bed is great." you say wiggling down into it on your back as he's propped up on an elbow looking down as you after pulling the covers up over you both.

"Not as nice without you in it." he admits, a hand pushing back your hair from your face.

"Neither is mine without you," you agree with a happy sigh. You turn into his chest, he lays on his back with your face near his, chin lifted to plant a kiss to his chin. His fingers stroke your hair, the other hand on top of yours on his chest. After laying in a comfortable silence, you feel compelled to ask what's nagging in your mind. "You didn't... want to leave... did you?"

"I did not. I just thought it best as I couldn't stand to hurt you any longer. And I'll keep apologizin' for it, luv. I know it weren't right and I'm sorry." he murmurs into your hair.

"What made you come back to me? Made you decide you wanted to be with me?" your voice is timid and sweet and he wraps his arms tightly around you.

"I realized that I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't." he admits, kissing your forehead. "Might've realized I'd be inclined to fuckin' murder any man that got near you. Terrible business plan." he says playfully.

It draws a laugh from you and you lightly smack his chest. "Such a romantic you are." you giggle. "My sentimental fool." you coo and kiss his chin. You lay in silence for a few moments. As always, never awkward, always calm and rich. "Do you have any plans tomorrow, mon Fie?" your voice weak and sleepy.

"I do not. Do you my love?" he asks, voice lacking it's typical boom as he too is finding the situation too perfect not to melt together into sleep.

"No." you smile into his chest.

"Then we will spend it together." he says, the final kiss of the night to the top of your head.

"A perfect Saturday." you murmur out before another yawn overtakes you and you both fall asleep, back in your lover's bubble where you both longed to stay.

Pt. 56 Knee Socks (NSFW)

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itspixelberrychoicestime · 6 years ago

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A date with a Ghost (HoBM x TF) pt. 3

Book(s): The Freshmore Series x Haunting of Braidwood Manor

Summary: After My Classmate’s (Ghostly) Girlfriend, Hannah (HOBM MC) and Eleanor decided to have a double date with Kaitlyn and Emily (TF MC). And things get weird.| While going through a walkthrough of the Hall of Mirrors, Eleanor’s past takes a reflection. (Edited)

Rating: T

Genre: Crossover

Paring(s): Kaitlyn x TF MC, Eleanor x HOBM MC

Tags: @kennaxval @almogchoices @jbzxls @brooke-1515 @mfackenthal @helentwombly

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WARNING: THERE IS A SMALL REFERENCE OF SEXUAL CONTENT, BUT NOT TO THE POINT WHERE IS CONSIDERED NSFW. THERE WILL BE MENTIONS OF MENTAL HEALTH SUCH AS PTSD, ABUSE AND MURDER.

Parts: 1, 2, 3 (You are here!), 4, 5, 6, 7

“That sound fun.” Eleanor took Kaitlyn’s suggestion to check out the Hall of Mirrors.

Kaitlyn locked her arm around Emily’s and ran to the attraction. “C’mon, let’s go!”

“Ah! Slow down!” Emily cried.

Hannah and Eleanor looked at each other and laughed. It was funny to see Kaitlyn was the energetic and would do anything for the sake of fun and Emily being the one who takes everything one by one. They joined with them.

The Hall of Mirrors’ exterior was black and purple building. The sign was in yellow with a funky font.

“It looks smaller than I thought.” Hannah commented.

“I heard it’s bigger in the inside.” Kaitlyn replied. The girls submit their tickets get inside.

Inside the Hall of Mirrors was massive. Though many people believe any Hall of Mirrors would have body size mirrors and different shapes of them at a number of places, but in case almost every mirror was attached on walls and ceiling.

Emily whistled, “Wow!”

Hannah nodded, “I guess I underestimated it.”

Kaitlyn smirked. “Bet Em and I get out first before you guys.” Emily rolled her eyes. “Kait...”

Hannah crossed her arms, playing along. “Oh, really?”

Kaitlyn chuckled, “Really. Race you to the end!” Kaitlyn took a fast pace while Emily sighed and went to catch up with her.

Hannah shrugged and took Eleanor’s hands, and took their time.

If there was one thing the girls didn’t take note about the attraction, it was made to be a maze. While Kaitlyn and Emily were wherever, Hannah and Eleanor were struggling to find directions after turns and hitting dead ends.

“Okay... This might take a while.” Hannah sighed in annoyance.

“Hannah, are mazes suppose to take long to get out of?” Eleanor asked. Her hands were getting clammed up against Hannah’s.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Maybe it’s just nerves.”

“Don’t worry, I got you.” Hannah kissed Eleanor and she kissed her back. Hannah pinned her to one of the mirrors and engaged in making out. Eleanor took her in as her hands were running through Hannah’s hair. In their session, Hannah kissed her on the lips, down to her neck while she ran her hand up Eleanor’s skirt.

Eleanor pulled away, blushed, and laughed. “Now I feel better.” She spotted Kaitlyn and Emily in one of the halls. “There they are!”

Hannah turned and grabbed Eleanor’s hand. “Let’s go!” The girls were on the search to find a way out. With the turns, in each direction, Eleanor was losing her grip from Hannah’s hand. When they let go of each other, Hannah was ahead, yelling Eleanor to hurry up.

She lost Hannah in their chase. Eleanor was searching for Hannah. She made turns around the halls but no luck. The feeling of a sharp pain in her head, Eleanor tried easing it by rubbing her temples.

Somehow, she remember something. In her blurry, Eleanor could make out to notice that she was in a room with her family.

“Wha...?” She questioned herself. The pain kicked in once again.

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Eleanor in her teens, was in the family room with her family. She was awing her newborn baby brother Simon in his mother’s arms. Clarissa was getting writing lessons from her father William while he was teaching Thomas the piano.

“Very good, Clarissa.” William commented her writing, “You’ll be an excellent writer in no time.”

“Thank you papa!” She smiled.

Thomas was four years old at the time. He was sitting by the piano and began to play random keys. William sat next to his son and played a piece. Thomas’ face lit up.

“Did you like it?” William asked him. Thomas nodded excitingly. “Hopefully soon, you could play the piano as well.”

Rose began to craddle Simon soothingly as he was about to go to sleep. Eleanor gave a small smile towards her baby brother, “May I hold him, mumma?”

“Of course sweetie.” She slowly pass the baby off to the oldest. “Hold his head.”

“I will. He’s so tiny.” Eleanor grinned.

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Eleanor snapped out of it.

In her mind, Eleanor tried to shake the memory of her past life. She clutched her head and repeated, “It’s all in your head.” to herself.

Eleanor yelped a pain in her head as she remembered the day she and her siblings were murdered.

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Clarissa was in her bedroom, showing signs of the flu. It hurt Eleanor to see her little sister in pain. Everything was no better. Thomas was vomiting in his bedroom and Simon was crying due to stomach pains. They got ill right after Rose served them some hot cocoa.

Ever since William went to war, Rose made sure her children didn’t go outside. Although she was a small woman, Rose had a fury which many wouldn’t go near. . One time, Simon tried to leave as he wanted catch insects, but Rose made an attempt to hit him from going outside if it wasn’t for Eleanor intercepting.

Eleanor was taking care of her siblings, she had to check on them but was hurt to see their health get worse. Rose was pacing back and forth in the parlor. She was muttering nonsense and she tried to get a grip of what she had done.

“Mother.”

Rose turned to see Eleanor as she was going on her way out.

“What are you doing?” Rose spoke.

“I’m going to the doctors, maybe someone could help us by giving us medicine.”

“Why would you want to that?”

Eleanor was bewildered of her reaction. “Excuse me? My siblings- your children are in their room, suffering from the flu. I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing all day.” As she was about to leave, Rose grabbed her wrist tightly.

“Mother, what’re you doing?! Let go!”

Rose took her to the kitchen. “Daughter- let me make you some hot cocoa.”

Before Eleanor could protest, Rose dragged her to the kitchen and forced her to sit down. Rose began to make her the hot beverage. Eleanor grew frustrated.

“Mother, I don’t want hot cocoa-”

Rose put the hot beverage in front of Eleanor. Eleanor pushed the drink away from her and got up from her chair.

“Eleanor... don’t fight with me.” Rose drop her voice to a harsh whisper.

“Mother, stop.” Eleanor retorted. “I am over here, trying to take care of my siblings who are ill while their mother has done nothing.”

Rose slapped her. Eleanor eased her cheek from the sting. Rose yelled, “DON’T YOU DARE JUDGE ME AS A MOTHER! HOW DARE YOU?”

There was crash upstairs. Eleanor hurried upstairs and found Thomas in the hallway. He was on the floor beside a broken vase. He groaned in pain and cried, “Eleanor...”

“Thomas!” She ran and picked him up. “You shouldn’t be out here.” She took him to his bedroom. As soon as she tucked her younger brother in bed, she made extra precaution he wouldn’t get up by setting extra blankets on him.

Eleanor got in eye contact with Thomas and rested her hand on his head to determine his temperature.

“Elean...”

She shushed him. “Thomas, don’t worry- I’ll be going to the Doctors to get you all medicine.”

She got up and turned to walk away until Thomas grabbed her hand.

“Eleanor... Clarissa isn’t waking up...”

Eleanor’s face turned white. “Stay here.” She told him. Eleanor rushed to Clarissa’s bedroom where she spotted Clarissa on her bed. Clarissa was pale. Eleanor placed a hand on her head and felt coldness from her younger sister. She feared the worst. Clarissa’s dead.

Eleanor cried as she began to pray.

Rose came into the room and placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. Eleanor looked to see her mother’s emotionless face. “Mother-”

“Eleanor. There was no option. They weren’t getting any better.”

“What?” She whispered.

“How could you say that?” Eleanor got up to face her mother. Rose walked away from the room without saying a word.

Eleanor chased her mother to the kitchen. Once she found her there, Rose was reheating the hot cocoa Eleanor was suppose to drink. “Mother!”

“Yes?”

“What on Earth did you say that?”

“Darling, please drink your hot cocoa.” Rose handed her the drink.

“No!” Eleanor pushed the drink, which fell onto the floor, breaking the cup.

Rose got into her face. “I have done everything in my power to keep you all from the outside after your father died. The world is horrifying, and this was the only choice.”

Eleanor realized something. The hot cocoa. Her siblings going ill. Eleanor’s face grew pale. They weren’t sick because of the flu. She slowly backed away from her mother until she was able to run away. She went upstairs to grab her belongings and made her way to stop into her brothers’ rooms.

In Thomas’ room, Eleanor made sure he was still alive. When she touched his forehead, it was starting to get cold. She moved onto Simon’s bedroom to see him whimpering in pain.

“Mama...”

“Don’t worry Simon, I’m on way to help you and your brother. Just hold on.” She kissed on the forehead and left to find her mother in the hallway with a broken piece of vase.

Rose lunged at her with the piece pointing at her, and screamed. “I WILL NOT LET YOU GO!”

Eleanor dodged and she dashed her way out of the room. With Rose right behind her, she grabbed her braided ponytail. Eleanor fell abruptly on floor with Rose clutching her hair in her fist. Rose looked down on her daughter with such anger. She pulled Eleanor up by the hair and tightened her fist around the ponytail.

“Mumma-”

Eleanor felt a sharp cut on her throat. Her breath escaped as she fell onto the floor, just outside her siblings’ rooms.

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Eleanor fell onto the floor. She got up to her knees, covered her mouth with both hands and sobbed.

“EL?!” Hannah called out somewhere in the hall.

Eleanor began to choke up even more. She felt drowning as her cries continued more.

“Oh my god El!” Hannah found her on the floor. She held her and shushed. “Shh, you’re fine, you’re fine...”

A teen in work attire walked into the hall. They spotted the girlfriends. “Do you guys need help?”

Hannah looked up to the teen and nodded. The teen immediately turned all the lights on. They offered their hand, “If you two could come with me.” Eleanor looked at Hannah and nodded. She partly covered her face from anyone who was in the hall to avoid any embarrassment. She muttered a “sorry.”

The teen opened the nearest emergency exit and escorted them out. The teen then sat Hannah and Eleanor down on the nearest bench.

Kaitlyn and Emily ran towards them. “Eleanor, are you okay?” Emily concerned.

Hannah replied, “She’s not hurt, but she’s okay.” Meanwhile, Eleanor was gaining her composure from the incident.

The teen kneed down to Eleanor’s level. “Just take a deep breath.” Eleanor did her best as she inhaled and exhaled. “Good, Let’s do that again,” The teen grinned. Eleanor repeated.

Hannah rubbed her back. “El, you’re doing great. How do you feel?”

Eleanor exhaled, “A bit better.”

“Do you need paramedics?” The teen asked.

Eleanor shook her head. “I think I’ll be okay.”

The teen gave a small smile. “If you need anything, my name’s Jordan. You’ll probably find me around here.” Jordan got up and left to resume their work.

“I’m so sorry you guys, I didn’t know this would happen,” Kaitlyn frowned.

Eleanor’s head shot up. “No! I’m fine, I think it was the overwhelming that got to me after being lost in the hall.”

Hannah put her hand on top of her girlfriend’s and kissed her forehead. “Thank goodness you’re okay.”

“I think we should walk for a while.” Emily suggested. The four walked to wherever as the fair was still going on. Hannah and Eleanor were so behind the other pair.

“El, what happened?” She spoke softly.

“I don’t know, I was having fun at first, but I somehow remember the day when mother and father brought Simon home after his birth.”

Hannah cocked her eyebrow.

Eleanor continued. “Then I had another one.”

“What?” Hannah asked, confused.

“It was about... my death.”

Hannah froze. “Are you serious?”

“Yes Hannah, I am. I don’t know how it happened, but...” Eleanor sighed. “I felt awful about it.”

“About you enjoying this?”

Eleanor nodded, “I suppose so. I know you told me my mother couldn’t hurt me anymore, but I think somehow she got the best of me.”

Hannah frowned. She hated Rose for what she did to her daughter and her other children. Hannah couldn’t bear seeing Clarissa, Thomas, and god forbid Simon in this position.

Kaitlyn and Emily were no different of what the other girls were talking about.

“I’m worried about Eleanor.” Emily stated.

“Not gonna lie, same here. What happened over there?” Kaitlyn agreed. Emily shrugged, “Who knows.”

Emily turned around to face Hannah and Eleanor. “Would you guys be down to get something to eat?”

Hannah looked at Eleanor, who nodded.

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When they found a place to eat, Kaitlyn and Emily decided to order the food while the others found a place to sit.

in the food order line, Emily was eyeing on Eleanor as she was chatting with Hannah. “Hey babe.”

“Hm?” Kaitlyn acknowledged.

“Don’t you think this feels a bit off?”

“I, uh, what do you mean?”

Emily sighed, “Last time we saw them, they are all happy and cute, but now they’ve been acting weird.”

“Okay, I get what you mean, but I think the guys were right- it’s probably all the stress of the house. And besides, I think it’s something they have to deal with.”

“I dunno. Did Hannah ever told you anything about Eleanor when they got together?”

Kaitlyn shook her head. “I just thought they had classes together or something.”

They spotted the girls who were sitting together.

“Oh man, I’m so starving!” Hannah cried. The four ate their lunch as the fair still keeps going. The sun was about to set as Eleanor took it all in.

“You okay?” Emily asked Eleanor.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine. I just like seeing the sunset.”

The rest of the girls looked as well. “Oh yeah,” Kaitlyn agreed.

“It’s so nice.” Emily commented.

“Definitely!” Hannah said.

Kaitlyn put her arm around Emily, who put her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder. Hannah and Eleanor hold each other hands, their fingers interlocking. The sun has set.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen the sun set.” Eleanor said. They resumed eating their lunch.

Out of curiosity, Emily decided to ask a question to the other pair.

“So, how did you two meet?”

#playchoices #the haunting of braidwood manor #the freshmore #kaitlyn x mc #mc x eleanor #what is this? a crossover episode?#tw: murder #tw: mental disorder #tw: ptsd #TW: Abuse

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theimaginesyouneveraskedfor · 7 years ago

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Roo’s Classic Literature Writing Challenge

As my first writing challenge, I am going to provide a list of classic literature quotes under the cut for all you lovelies to choose from. I thought it would be something a little different for everyone and something to have fun with.

Now you may have a few questions and I will answer them all before we begin:

Do I have to follow you to participate?

Not at all. I understand my blog isn’t for everyone and this isn’t to promote me, it’s to promote all of you lovely writers! It’s not required, but a reblog always helps spread the word for the challenge, too.

Which fandom do I write for?

That is entirely up to you. Your choice of fandom and characters. As well you can write Reader, AU, or Pairings. It is all your creative prerogative.

What kind of story do I write?

Angst, fluff, smut, whatever. They will all be accepted within reason (ie. no incest or non-consent).

What do I do with the quote? Do I choose only one?

The quotes are intended to provide a theme or mood for your story but that doesn’t mean you can’t include it directly in your piece. And if you want to choose more than one, go for it!

How do I get involved?

Send me an ask with the following:

*fandom and character (s)

*your selected quote

After you’ve finished, send me and ask or tag me in your fic and tag it

#Roo’s Classic Lit Challenge

. If I don’t reblog/like within a day, send me a message to make sure I’ve seen it.

All fics will be included in a masterlist that I will include on my blog 😊

When do I have to get this done by?

I know all of you have WiPs and all those lovely projects, so I will be generous with my time and set it for

Friday, April 20th, 2018.

Any other questions are appreciated and I look forward to reading all of your creations!

Quotes:

1. “I like good strong words that mean something…” ― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

2. “My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

3. “Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.” ― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

4. “No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from. ” ― George Eliot, Daniel Deronda

5. “I am not proud, but I am happy; and happiness blinds, I think, more than pride.” ― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

6. “I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.” ― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

7. “There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.” ― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

8. “I'd rather take coffee than compliments just now.” ― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

9. “Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist

10. “Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.” ― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein, or The Modern Prometheus

11. “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.” ― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

12. “Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

13. “As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.” ― John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men

14. “You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.” ― Jane Austen, Persuasion

15. “Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” ― Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

16. “Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it... Yet.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

17. “It's necessary to have wished for death in order to know how good it is to live.” ― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

18. “I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.” ― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein, or The Modern Prometheus

19. “We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

20. “There is but one coward on earth, and that is the coward that dare not know.” ― W.E.B. Du Bois, Dusk of Dawn

21. “Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way.” ― Jane Austen, Emma

22. “I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.” ― Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

23. “What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?” ― George Eliot, Middlemarch

24. “There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.” ― Edgar Allan Poe, The Masque of the Red Death

25. “It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

26. “People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.” ― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

27. “At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted on her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of the executioner.” ― Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame

28. “Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.” ― Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man

29. “I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.” ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

30. “It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.” ― H.G. Wells, The Time Machine

31. "It's much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it." ― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

32. "It is a great misfortune to be alone, my friends; and it must be believed that solitude can quickly destroy reason." ― Jules Verne, The Mysterious Island

33. “I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

34. “No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.” ― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

35. “Alright then, I’ll go to hell.” ― Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

36. “The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.” ― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles

37. “Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.” ― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

38. “I saw the Cloud, though I did not foresee the Storm.” ― Daniel Defoe, Moll Flanders

39. “After all, tomorrow is another day!” ― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

40. “I look at you and a sense of wonder takes me.” — Homer, The Odyssey

41. “We can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.” — George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss

42. “The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.” — John Milton, Paradise Lost

43. “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

44. “I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I'll go to it laughing.” — Herman Melville, Moby Dick

45. “It’s better to look at the sky than live there” — Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s

46. “I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.” ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

47. “We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.” ― George Eliot, The Lifted Veil

48. “Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.” ― Victor Hugo, Les Miserables

49. “I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

50. “If you look the right way, you can see the whole world is a garden.” ― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

#roo's classic lit challenge #writing challenge #writing #fics #multifandom #classic literature #quotes

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bucky-bear-barnes · 7 years ago

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Left At The Altar - Part 5? (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader)

Title: Left At The Altar (Part 5?)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader

Genre: Angst?

Summary: Bucky’s confessed his unresolved feelings. Steve is off on a mission. And Jenny’s got to scheming against the poor (Y/N).

MASTERLIST

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Three months into their relationship, Steve had to be deployed for a two-week long mission alongside Bucky, Natasha, and Sam. It was the first time since getting together, that (Y/N) and Steve would be apart for so long. The captain felt waves of apprehension at the thought of having to be away from his girlfriend for so long. And worried Steve equates to clingy Steve.

Laying in bed with (Y/N) wrapped in his arms, Steve smiled at the sleeping figure and placed a chaste kiss on her hair. The girl stirred at the action and burrowed deeper into Steve’s embrace.

“Good morning” (Y/N) murmured into Steve’s chest causing him to chuckle.

“Mornin’ doll, you comfortable?” he teased, chest rumbling from his laughter.

(Y/N) looked up at the man and broke out into a grin and said, “I don’t think I’ll be able to get used to any other pillow other than my own personal star-spangled one. Whatever will I do for the next two weeks?”

Steve saw the teasing glint in her eyes but couldn’t help the uneasiness bubbling at the thought of having to leave the girl.

“I’ll be alright cap, don’t worry. I’ll be right here waiting for you to come back.” (Y/N) reassured him as she brushed her fingers over Steve’s furrowed brows.

“Then all I want to do for the next two days till jetting off is spending time together with you. I’ve gotten permission from Pepper for you to take today and tomorrow off. So you’re all mine and I’m all yours.” Steve declared with a playful smirk.

(Y/N) and Steve spent the afternoon baking sugar cookies. Well, it was mostly (Y/N) baking and Steve messing up the kitchen in an effort to help. Between stolen kisses and laughter they finished baking and was about to go get changed to head out for a late lunch when they passed Bucky and Jenny in the common room.

“Look, Buck, I’m your girlfriend, shouldn’t I at least have the right to read that old ratty journal of yours? Or are you hiding something from me? Its that (Y/N) girl isn’t it. Don’t forget you’re the one that told me she wasn’t what you envisioned for your future, I am. So you better get that straight!” Jenny cried out.

“I’ve been thinking about everything that has happened the past year since the wedding and you want to know what I’ve concluded? I realized what a stupid person I was believing the lies you’ve been feeding me every time I visited you to service my arm. You sit there feeding off my anxiety, telling me that (Y/N) couldn’t possibly be the one for me, that I wouldn’t know since I’ve not had anyone except her. Digging at my flaws and telling me that she would eventually leave me because no one could possibly want to deal with my PTSD, nightmares, and aversion to getting out, no one except you. Guess what? If you’re the one for me, I’ll pass. I’d much rather be by myself for the rest of my life rather than having to deal with you.” Bucky yelled out, chest heaving with anger.

The long speech caused Jenny to gasp in shock and tears started filling her eyes.

“You cannot mean that Bucky. We’re meant to be and you need me! Your thoughts must be clouded! We’ll drop this and never mention it again.” Jenny replied with finality.

“No, no this is the clearest I’ve been since the wedding day. This needs to end. Right now.” Bucky said, his words clear with conviction.

“What?! Bucky, please you’re not thinking straight. You can’t do that to me. I’m… I’m pregnant!” Jenny blurted out.

The room fell into silence after she broke the news, Bucky stared straight at Jenny with no signs of acknowledgment, his entire being in a state of shock.

“Bucky! You answer me! I’m pregnant, with your child! You can’t possibly leave me. Not like that!” Jenny pleaded, tugging on his arm.

Standing behind the couple was (Y/N) and Steve, both in shock at the revelation.

“Oh my God, this cannot be real.” (Y/N) said, looking a mix of bewildered and worry as she turned to look at Steve.

One look at Bucky, Steve could feel his insecurities, doubts, and shock coming in waves. The captain took (Y/N)’s hand in his and stepped towards the couple.

“You. We’re scheduling a check-up for you. Whatever it is with Bucky that is going on, we’ll talk after the checkup is done and we have confirmed the pregnancy and the baby’s health.” Steve directed at Jenny, his no-nonsense demeanor scaring the girl slightly.

“Buck, we need to talk.” Steve continued.

Giving a peck on (Y/N)’s hand he was holding, he gave her a reassuring smile and walked with Bucky to the balcony.

Bucky was the first to break the silence “Why did you help me? I thought you hated me.”

“Whatever has happened, happened a long time ago. (Y/N) has healed and we’re doing great together. Plus, you’re the only one I have left from back home, aren’t you?” Steve joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Bucky’s gave the captain a small smile and let out a loud sigh saying, “I don’t have a good feeling about this. Jenny isn’t a simple person. That much I am sure of from the past year of being with her. You and I are leaving for that mission tomorrow and we won’t be around here. I just feel uneasy about this whole thing.”

Steve frown at Bucky words, as he fell into deep thought. Giving Bucky a pat on his back, Steve said, ��Don’t worry about it. There’ still Tony and the rest back here with (Y/N). Buck, I need to know something. You’ve got to be honest with me.”

Bucky nodded at the question, signaling for Steve to continue.

“Are you still in love with (Y/N)?”

Steve turned to look at his friend. Bucky fell silent at the question, avoiding Steve’s eyes.

“I… I… yeah. I am.” Bucky replied.

Steve couldn’t help the bitter taste in his mouth and resisted the urge to punch his best friend’s face in.

“Bucky, whatever you have done to (Y/N) throughout the past year, she may have forgiven you. But let me tell you this doesn’t mean she’s going to welcome you again with open arms. I told you before the wedding that I was giving up my feelings for her to give you both my blessing. You let her go. I was there to pick up the pieces. I’m not giving her up a second time.” Steve replied, looking dead into Bucky’s eyes.

“Yeah, I know.” Bucky’s voice came as a mere whisper.

Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Sam have left for the two-week-long mission without a hitch. The checkup was scheduled for when the return. Steve has taken Bucky’s advice and asked (Y/N) to stay away from Jenny till their return. Wanda suggested for (Y/N) to come stay with her during the two weeks, in one way was to keep some distance between Jenny and her friend and also so they could have each other’s company.

Just one day in and Jenny was in action to reign over (Y/N). It started small, like remotely altering the girl’s schedule on her phone so she missed an important meeting. It then progressed to hiding (Y/N)’s medication. However, none affect her as Tony anticipated possible movements from Bucky’s warning of Jenny.

The fifth day in and (Y/N) was preparing lunch for herself and Wanda and was chatting with the redhead when Thor came teleporting in without prior warning.

“Hey, little peanut!” Thor’s voice was loud.

“Thor!” (Y/N) squealed, jumping into the Asgardian God’s arms.

(Y/N) and Thor were friends even before her knowing Bucky. The God’s brother, Loki was on lockdown in the Avenger’s compound and was making a visit when he saw her sitting by the glass containing his brother, reading a book. Loki and she were sitting back to back and he too was immersed in his book. There really weren’t many people who could stand Loki and there weren't many people Loki could stand and it seems this tiny Midgardian has built a sort-of friendship with the God of Mischief. Before Loki left to, well who knows, he instructed Thor to take good care of (Y/N) as sort of a pact for him to not cause too much trouble.

With a hearty chuckle, Thor placed the girl back on land and greeted Wanda with the typical Thor enthusiasm.

“Now, why do I smell peanuts? Isn’t your tiny Midgardian body in rejection of that?” Thor asked, sniffing around the kitchen and pointing at the stir-fry she was making.

“Peanut? There shouldn’t be any in there! Tony made sure to keep the kitchen peanut free because of (Y/N)’s allergies.” Wanda replied, poking at the ingredients in the pan.

“Well, I can tell you for sure those tiny nuts are in this mush for sure,” Thor said, nose crinkling at the smell.

“Jenny,” Wanda growled out.

The witch was about to blow her top when she stomped to Bucky’s room to confront Jenny when she stopped short at seeing Jenny engaged in a fiery exchange with a man in one of the compound’s many balconies.

“… he isn’t here… I don’t want… baby… he’ll take care… he doesn’t need to know…”

The conversation came in pieces and Wanda strained to hear more when Jenny noticed the scarlet witch and abruptly stopped talking.

Wanda recovered fast, pointing to Jenny saying, “Look, (Y/N) has done nothing to you. Hurt her and before Steve or Bucky comes back, I’ll make sure to your end. Heads up, Thor’s here and trust me, he’s worst than Steve when it comes to being protective over (Y/N).” The witch flicked her fingers causing Jenny to fall back onto the lounge chair, as somewhat of a warning before turning to leave.

Again, I am so so thankful for all of you and your lovely comments, likes, reblogs and messages! This story is about to come to an end my lovelies. Probably would end in the next one or two chapters.

Now, I have decided on the plot of the next series I would like to be writing and I wanted some feedback from you guys about how you’d like it. If anyone is interested and would like to be tagged for the new story, please drop me an ask! Just on ask so I can collate them easier. Thank you.

Here’s what I have:

Bucky and Steve have got the spare room freeing up after their friend Sam left to stay with his girlfriend. Wanting to rent the room out, the duo advertised in hopes gaining some interest. They seem to luck out on potential tenants until (Y/N) came by. But here’s the kick, the girl agreed to rent thinking Bucky and Steve are together as a couple. How would this weird arrangement pan out? Florist!Steve, Mechanic!Bucky, Baker!Reader.

As usual, feedbacks are most welcomed! Comments, likes and reblogs are fuel to a writer’s writing ya’ll.

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