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briswriting · 4 years

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『 the three times you kissed kuroo and the one time he kissed you 』

pairing: kuroo x fem!reader genre: angst, fluff warning: characters are 18 when there is underaged drinking wc: 3709

a/n: i’ve been planning to write a 3+1 trope and here it is hehe this is dedicated to my ibff @mikwrites because today is our 6 month friendiversay hehe iykyk! i love you so much mik babie mwah i am so so so glad that we are friends <3 also this is my longest fic oof it was lots of fun to write though!

Elementary school, fifth year; ten years old

The bright sun shining harsh rays of light down onto the opened field, shrieks of laughter drifting through the jungle made of deteriorating metal and plastic. A playground worn down year after year, used by smiling children, then years later used by their own smiling children.

The gleeful expressions shown when seeing a friend approach the park, the sound of cheers when someone was found during a game of hide and seek, and the sorrowful thoughts when it was time to leave the playground, head full of fantasies and dreams for when and what you’ll do the next time you visit this field of happiness once again.

This time you were at the playground alone, sitting on the faded seat of the swing, kicking your legs back and forth as the rusted chains softly creaked from the movement. Minutes felt like hours while you sat there waiting for your friends, Kuroo Tetsuro and Kenma Kozume. The former calling your house phone the night before telling you to meet him at the park, something about wanting to show you and Kenma a new volleyball move he learned.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice your two friends approaching the swing set you were currently situated at. The young bed headed boy sneaking up behind you, putting a finger up to his lips so the other young boy wouldn’t say anything, before jabbing his index fingers into your sides.

“Boo!” His small voice screams into your ear, a wide grin on his face from your shriek of surprise as you almost fall off the seat of the swing.

With a pout on your face, you jump off the swing and turn around to face the two boys. “Kuroo that was mean. Why didn’t you stop him Kenma?” you whine, arms crossed in front of your chest. The later shrugging, mumbling about how Kuroo probably would have made him do some volleyball moves with him if he said anything about their approach from behind you, also stating that he was only here because his parents told him to play outside for once.

It was hours later, the bright sun finally setting for the day, leaving a soft glow of light on the three kids still at the playground. Hours of watching Kuroo try to do volleyball moves he saw on tv, hours of talking about nonsense with your two best friends in the open field.

“Alright, Kenma, toss the ball as hard as you can. I swear I’ll receive it this time!” And with those words and a roll of his eyes, Kenma tosses the ball into the air and hits it towards Kuroo with all the strength he could muster.

As the ball flies towards the crouching raven haired boy, rather than receiving it with his forearms as he planned, the ball rebounds off the side of his face, startling the young boy and causing him to fall flat on his bottom.

“Omg Kuroo, are you alright?” You quickly rush off to the boy as he sits on the ground, still in a daze. Kneeling beside him to check for any injuries, the hit to his face could have caused.

“Woah, Kenma! I didn’t know you could toss that hard!” He grins, quickly standing up and brushing the dirt off his clothes. “And I’m fine, Y/N, it was a hard toss but wasn’t too hard to knock me out or anything.”

“Are you sure? Should we go to my house and get some ice?” You question, a bit worried that the hit to his face would cause swelling and bruising.

“Nah, it’s alright. If it bruises, I’ll just tell people I got into a fight or something! Imagine how cool people would think I am for getting into a fight with someone.” The expression on his face full of excitement at the thought of him telling people he got decked in the face because he got into a fistfight with someone.

“You should just kiss it better, Y/N. Maybe that’ll shut him up,” Kenma states sarcastically. His words don’t even process in your head as sarcastic, as it’s still full of worry.

From your place by his side, you reach up to plant a quick kiss to cheek that got hit by the volleyball, pulling back with a grin. “There, all better!”

Junior high, third year; fourteen years old

A comfortable silence surrounds you and Kuroo as the two of you sat in his bedroom, waiting for Kenma to come over with the new video game he recently purchased and was eager to show the two of you.

You were seated on the edge of his bed, Kuroo situated behind you as he tried his best to braid your hair. Looking in the mirror every once in a while, you caught glimpses of his concentrated face as he tugged on your hair to try and create the perfect braid.

“Have you had your first kiss yet, Y/N?” His question breaking the silence enveloping the two of you, catching you completely off guard as you look back into the mirror and make eye contact with him.

“I mean, if I did, I feel like I would have told you and Kenma every detail about it,” you laugh out, giggling at the disgusted face he makes due to your words. “Why do you ask?”

“Hmmm, just curious, I guess. Also, there, I finished the perfect braid!” He exclaims, a proud grin on his face as you turn your head to check out the braid in the mirror.

“Kuroo, this braid is terrible!” You cry out, laughter falling from your lips as you examine the braid with pieces of hair sticking out and a large strand of hair not intertwined with the rest of the braid.

“I know its terrible! Braiding is hard; I don’t know how you do it.” With a loud sigh, he dramatically throws himself backward, flopping down on his bed, back to the mattress as he stares up at the ceiling.

Taking your hair out of the braid, mumbling as you work out the tangles with your fingers, you lay yourself down next to him, accompanying him in staring at the blank ceiling of his bedroom. His previous question still floating around in your mind, had he had his yet and was trying to find a way to tell you? “Hey Kuroo, have you had your first kiss yet?”

“Not yet, but almost all the guys at school have already. We’re about to go into high school, and I haven’t even kissed someone yet,” he sighs again, closing his eyes to try and get rid of the thought of not having kissed anyone yet, his braining thinking it was something to be embarrassed of.

From his body language, you knew he was thinking about how embarrassing it was to not have his first kiss yet. Shifting to your side, you focus your gaze onto his face rather than his ceiling. “Hey, it’s not embarrassing to not have kissed anyone yet! I mean, we’re still young, and don’t you want your first kiss to be with someone you care about, and not just some lame kiss to get it done and over with?”

“I guess that makes sense. I don’t know I was just thinking.”

“What you thinking for the first time in your life?” You playfully tease, prodding his side with your finger, a playful and mundane action between the two of you. “Did you bring it up because you want me to be your first kiss?”

Your question causing him to open his eyes quickly, shock evident on his face as he shifted his gaze to look at you. The shit eating grin on your face letting him know that you were just teasing him and his thoughts.

“Don’t say things like that, gonna get my hopes up,” he teases back, a grin on his own face as he shifts to his side, the two of you now facing face to face with each other. “But all jokes aside, if you hypothetically wanted to be each other’s first kiss I wouldn’t be op-”

And with that, you interrupt his words by closing the gap between the two of you, placing a quick peck to his lips before pulling away with a grin, the same kind of grin you made when you had first kissed him on the cheek all those years ago.

A blush evident on both your faces, Kuroo a stammering mess, still trying to process what just happened. The door to his bedroom flying open, causing the two of you to jump apart from your close proximity.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late, but I have the game! Wait, did something happen? What did I miss? Why does Kuroo look like that?”

High school, third year; eighteen years old

The sound of blasting music and loud chatter filled your ears as Kuroo opened the door to the house of a graduation party the two of you were invited to. Graduation. It was a couple more weeks away, but once it arrived, you would go your separate ways from your friends, Kenma still having another year in high school and Kuroo going to a different university than you.

Although the three of you wouldn’t be too far away from each other, you were all staring different stages of your lives without each other. You were no longer going to have them right across the street from you when you needed comfort; the next step in life was going to be different. Different from the last ten years that the three of you had spent together, side by side.

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab us some drinks. Go find Yaku and Kai, yeah?” Kuroo shouted over the bustling noise of the party.

“Yeah, I’ll go look for them. I’ll text you where we’re at, but please nothing too strong, Kuroo! We have to walk back home,” you warn him as he starts to leave your side.

“Yes ma’am,” he teases, giving you a playful salute then walking away, towards the kitchen where the drinks were located.

After a quick glance around the house, you heard Kai and Yaku’s familiar shouts coming from the backyard. Peaking your head out the sliding door, you were relieved to finally find your friends, occupied by a game of beer pong with a couple of people you had recognized from school.

“Hey Y/N, you made it! Where’s Kuroo at?” Yaku greets you, pulling you into a hug before taking his turn at tossing the ping pong ball, it lands with a soft splash into the last cup on the opposing team’s side — his and Kai’s shouts of victory ringing in your ears as they high five.

Before you can answer Yaku’s question, you feel a familiar poke to your side, quickly turning around to see Kuroo behind you with two cups.

“You were supposed to text me where you guys were at Y/N. Made me go searching for you guys myself,” he fake pouts at you, handing you your cup before greeting everyone that was outside.

Taking a sip of the drink, he handed you, you were surprised to find that the drink had no taste of alcohol. “Hey, what’s with the surprised face? You said not to make it too strong, and you make it look like I don’t know how to make a drink or something,” he teases, nudging you with his elbow as he stands next to you.

“Oh right, sorry, I forgot you were a professional barista,” you joke with a roll of your eyes and a grin on your face before taking another sip of the drink he had made.

After a few more rounds of watching people play beer pong, socializing with your classmates, and a few more drinks that Kuroo had made you, you suddenly find yourself getting dragged into a game you didn’t want to play.

“Come on, Y/N, it’ll be fun,” Kuroo frowns, tugging at your hand to try and pull you down into the empty spot next to him, an empty spot of a large circle, with an empty beer bottle in the middle.

“We’re seriously going to play spin the bottle? Aren’t we about to graduate high school, this game is childish. Can’t I just watch or something,” you whine, keeping your feet planted outside the circle.

Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins, or perhaps it was the hidden feelings you held for your best friend all these years, but it only took Kuroo flashing you a pair of puppy dog eyes and rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand to finally comply and take a seat next to him.

“Alright guys, let’s get this game going. Remember, you have to take a shot if you don’t kiss the person the bottle lands on,” he grins, shouts of approval from everyone else following his words.

Spin after spin of the empty bottle, it never appearing to land on you much to your satisfaction, you watched as multiple people exchanged kisses, kisses ranging from quick pecks to full on make outs.

Your heart clenching every time the bottle landed on Kuroo as you sat there watching the person you liked kiss someone else, someone who wasn’t you. The grin on his face whenever his lips detached from someone else’s, causing you to regret even coming to the party. If you stayed home, you wouldn’t have witnessed all these heartbreaking kisses.

It was hard to avert your eyes from him when he had to kiss someone, hard not to imagine the girl in his lap being you instead of them. And maybe it was a mixture of jealousy and the alcohol you kept drinking, but you were silently hoping that when it was your turn, the bottle would land on Kuroo so that you’d be able to stake your claim on his lips.

And to your surprise, when it was your turn, the bottle spinning in countless circles, it slowly came to a stop, pointing to the person next to you, the person you had wanted the bottle to land on. But now that the bottle had landed on him, you were nervous, nervous of what could come after the kiss. What if this kiss ruined everything between the two of you? What if he liked kissing the other girls better than you? What if by some miracle this kiss caused him to find out about your feelings and he didn’t want anything to do with you again?

After a couple moments of you not averting your gaze from the bottle, Kuroo broke the silence. “You don’t have to kiss me, Y/N. Just take the shot instead.” His gaze meeting yours when you turn your head to look at him.

With those words, your heart broke. He didn’t want you to kiss him, your buzzed mind believing that his words clearly meant that he’d rather have you take a shot than have your lips on his. Unbeknownst to you, Kuroo had said those words because he thought you didn’t want to kiss him, thought that you didn’t share the same feeling for him that he had for you.

Quickly you finished the small amount of liquid courage left in your cup, needing an extra boost of bravery for what you were about to do next. Cupping his face in your hands, you swing a leg over him, straddling his lap before you press your lips to his in a hasty kiss, the taste of alcohol on his lips, your hands moving to tangle themselves in his hair and his own hands place themselves on your hips as the two of you indulge in each other’s touch for just a moment.

As you pull away breathlessly, Kuroo gives you a grin, a grin that in your mind looks eerily similar to the ones he had been giving to other girls he kissed during this stupid kissing game. A grin stating that this kiss was nothing more than a meaningless make out to him, just like all the other meaningless kisses he gave away earlier that night.

To everyone else witnessing the aftermath of this kiss, it was obvious that Kuroo’s grin was a smile of love and adoration towards you. Still, the two of you were too blind and oblivious to the mutual feelings the two of you had for each other as you quietly situated yourself next to him again, acting like what just happened did not occur at all. Heartbreak evident on both of your faces as you both pretended not to be affected by the heartwrenching kiss you had exchanged just moments before.

University, second year; twenty years old

You were back at the same playground, the playground that brought back years and years of happy memories with your best friends. The situation seeming like deja vu from elementary school all those years ago, you sitting on the swing set that got older and rustier with years of ware as you waited for Kuroo and Kenma to show up, not having seen them in person for a while.

And just like in elementary school, you felt a pair of fingers jab into your side, causing you to jump off the swing and quickly turn around to face the messy haired boy. A large grin evident on both of your faces as you let out a screech, instantly launching yourself into his arms. Arms of familiarity and warmth, arms of comfort when you needed consoling, the arms of the boy you have been in love with for years.

“I missed you so much, Kuroo,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tighter around him, still not believing that you were finally seeing each other in person after such a long time.

“Y/N, we text and video call like every day,” he chuckles, but even with his teasing words, you can feel him wrap his arms tighter around you as well. “Also Kenma said he won’t be able to make it tonight, something about his parents pestering him about wanting to know everything his first year of university. But he said we could come over tomorrow.”

“That’s fine, guess tonight will be just the two of us.” Looking up, you catch a glimpse of Kuroo’s smiling face, sending him your own grin before finally pulling away from his embrace.

“Oh, I actually brought this,” he grins, picking up the volleyball by his feet that you hadn’t noticed until now. “Thought we could toss it around like old times.”

And with those words, you followed behind him as you walked to your spot, the spot in the open field where the three of you shared secrets, laughter, and tears. The field that brought back years of loving memories with your two best friends, a field of happiness.

As the two of you approached your spot, Kuroo quickly spin around to look at you. “Hey Y/N, think fast,” he shouts before quickly tossing the ball in your direction before running away.

Used Kuroo’s antics after all the years of friendship, you easily catch the ball before grinning at his retreating form. Letting out a huff, you quicken your pace to catch up to him, knowing he was running slow in order for you to catch him. And as you approach from behind him, you drop the ball and jump onto his back, catching him off guard as the two of you tumble to the ground in a fit of laughter.

Large smiles on both of your faces, the two of you lying in the grass side by side, trying to catch your breaths from all the laughter you shared together. Side by side, like how it used to be before the two of you went different ways.

A comfortable silence encompassed the two of you as you laid there next to each other. “Did you umm happen to read what was on the ball?” Kuroo’s question breaking the silence.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you turned to him before asking, “There’s something written on the ball?” He slowly nods his head at your question, and you can tell that he’s nervous.

Sitting up from your spot, you reach over to grab the ball on the other side of you, noticing that there is indeed something written on it. Your eyes widening and mouth slightly agape at the words scrawled on it in Kuroo’s messy handwriting. I love you.

Your mind wandering, still trying to process the three words written on the ball. “You should close your mouth, might catch some bugs with the way its hanging opened,” Kuroo whispers with a nudge to your shoulder with his, breaking you out of your trance.

“Y-you love me?” You squeak out, hands gently touching the written words before looking up at Kuroo besides you.

“Y/N L/N, I have always loved you. I was just too scared to say anything, but I finally thought that it’s better late than never, right? I hope you feel the same way; otherwise, this would be really awkward.”

“What would be awk-” And with that, Kuroo is leaning in, cutting off your words as he places his lips on yours in a loving kiss, reminding you of the time you cut him off and kissed him for the first time that one day in his childhood bedroom.

As you reciprocate his kiss, he slowly lays you back down on the ground, hovering over you as the two of you exchange a kiss full of longing and love. A kiss that revealed the mutual feelings the two of you had bottled up all these years.

Pulling away breathlessly, the two of you smiling at each other like love struck idiots, you whisper out your own confession to him. “I love you, Kuroo Tetsuro, always have and always will.”

And with your confession to each other, the two of you laid in your field of happiness as the sunset, hand in hand, exchanging sweet kisses here and there as the two of you caught up on all the missed years of loving each other.

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octoberobserver · 4 years

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Prompt: reddie lost in a corn maze together :D

OMG thanks @tinyarmedtrex! What a brilliant prompt for Halloween (and my birthday lol) month :D It really kept my mind off awful wisdom-tooth pain! ♡ READ ON AO3

‘You make me so corny’ - Reddie fic

“Ruh roh.”

“‘Ruh roh?’ Don’t ‘ruh roh,’ Richie, you’re not fucking Scooby Doo.”

“I hate to be a bad news bear—”

“It’s bearer of bad news.”

“We’re lost.”

Eddie Kaspbrak blinked, head tilted up at his best friend, roommate and tentatively-as-of-yet-undefined third thing, Richie Tozier who continued to look around them as if he were a sea captain flirting with the horizon.

“We are not lost, asshole,” Eddie rolled his eyes, throwing his hands in the air, “this thing is made for kids.”

Richie slowly turned, smirk crossing his face.

“I swear to god, if you even think about making a Children of the Corn joke—”

“Would you say we’re in an ‘adult nightmare’ right about now, Eds, or…?”

Eddie shoved him, “You've been an ‘adult nightmare’ since 1976.”

Richie held up a hand to his chest as if wounded, “Excuse me, Spaghedward, that is just not accurate.”

He waited a beat, taking several steps in front of Eddie (who was determinedly charging ahead) and began to walk backwards, spreading his arms out, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I’ve been your adult dream since 2016.”

The innuendo was not lost on either of them, but Eddie refused to take the bait, instead rolling his eyes and deftly ignoring the heat pooling in his stomach because they were in the middle of a fucking kids’ corn maze and apparently lost. It was hardly the time to evaluate just how accurate Richie’s little rhyme was.

“You have actually,” he agreed airily, taking several steps forward and forcing Richie back in the direction Eddie chose, his legs stumbling a little, lanky and uncoordinated as usual, “you’ve been in every adult dream I’ve had since 2016, Rich.”

He watched smugly as Richie’s jaw slackened, eyes a little more wide behind his signature specs.

“Yeah,” Eddie continued, enjoying the thrill of trashing the Trashmouth, “there’s the one where you forget to file your taxes and end up in jail like Wesley Snipes,” he began counting on his fingers, “there’s the one where you think it’s a good idea to try and renovate your own pool and end up stuck down in the empty one like Mac and Charlie from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia…”

Richie grinned good-naturedly at the reference, probably pleased with himself for enforcing their IASIP binge-watch, giving a ‘it could happen’ half-shrug.

“And,” Eddie paused for dramatic effect because it was Halloween and he was stuck in a fucking corn maze with the world’s oldest child, “there’s the one where you forget that only you have a terrible sense of direction and I…”

He trailed off, reaching out and grabbing Richie’s wrist to steer him right instead of left.

“...don’t.”

Richie blinked as they found themselves near the entrance of the maze, seemingly the last out, the silhouettes of children and parents making their way to the parking lot as dusk fell overhead.

“Impressive Eds,” Richie beamed, opening his hand and jiggling his wrist until Eddie's fingers bumped against his, pulling them gently to a stop. “We’ll be reunited with the creepy white-haired children any second now.”

Slowly, he closed his larger hand around Eddie’s and gave it a tight squeeze.

Eddie watched their hands for a beat before glancing up and catching Richie’s eye.

“That’s Village of the Damned, not Children of the Corn, idiot.”

Richie chuckled.

“Since when did you become a horror-story expert?”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Since I lived in one. Twice.”

Richie hummed in agreement, eyes catching on Eddie’s cheek that housed one of the two scars that served as reminders of such horrors, before stepping a little closer.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice lowering slightly as he leaned into him, winding his free arm around Eddie’s shoulders, “remember that time we got stuck in Mikey’s cornfield and had to wait for the Losers to find us with flashlights ‘cause it got so dark?”

Eddie did remember that. Vividly. Now that he was allowed to. He remembered how cold it had been, how he had violently shivered in only his T-shirt and shorts and how Richie had wound an arm around his shoulders much like he was right now and immediately stopped his shaking.

He could never tell if it was Richie’s warmth or proximity to him that had managed to put a halt to his impending freak-out. Probably both.

“Yeah,” he tilted his head up to meet his eye, squeezing his hand, “you kept quoting Children of the Corn back then too. It wasn’t funny that time either.”

Richie’s laugh vibrated through his chest so that Eddie felt it in his shoulder.

Now he was suppressing a shiver for a whole different reason.

“Riiiight,” Richie smirked, leaning in even closer, his breath bouncing off Eddie’s cheek, “I kept saying—”

“Yelling—”

“Praise God, praise the Lord!” The two of them yelled in unison.

Up ahead, several parents turned at the sound, causing them to break into laughter.

“Shit, I can’t believe we’re gonna get banned from a Halloween pop-up shop,” Eddie groused as he gripped Richie’s hip with his free hand, squeezing in a way that was supposed to be admonishing but judging by Richie’s face, was anything but.

“Well, if we’re getting kicked out anyway,” Richie wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, “can I fulfil lil 14-year-old Richie’s dreams and do what I wanted to do in the field back then?”

Eddie narrowed his eyes.

“Is it rated PG?”

Richie tilted his head in thought.

“PG13 at most.”

Eddie heaved a faux-sigh, “Then go ahead. Fulfil whatever little—”

Richie cut him off with a gentle kiss, his arm tightening ever-so-slightly around his shoulders as he pulled them closer together, tracing his tongue feather-light across Eddie’s lip.

Eddie opened his mouth, deepening the kiss, an electric thrill surging through his body, the feel of Richie’s mouth against his still exhilarating after over a month since their first one, shared on a quiet night in September, pressed against their fridge, the taste of ice cream still on their lips.

Richie gave the tiniest of moans, more of a hum that he will one hundred percent deny later as Eddie reached up to grip the back of his neck, pulling him further down for one last nip of the lips before breaking the kiss.

“God Eds,” Richie gasped, resting their foreheads together, “you make me so corny.”

And just like that, the spell was broken.

Eddie shoved a cackling Richie away from him, charging towards the entrance without a backward glance, calling over his shoulder.

“You’re un-fucking-real Tozier, you know that?”

“Yeah,” Richie called back, scrambling to keep up, their car coming into view in the distance, “you made that point already, Eds. I’m your dream.”

Eddie didn’t dignify that with a response. No matter how right it was. Instead, later that night, he took his revenge out on the pumpkin they had bought for carving.

He always was good at capturing Trashmouth’s essence. And Richie’s glasses were almost too easy to carve into the fruit with the box cutter he got from Home Depot.

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peakatseven · 3 years

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so i keep meaning to send u lyric prompts and im actually motivated for once in my life so here u go: and he's passing by/rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky/and he feels like homeIf the shoe fits, walk in it everywhere you go

omg thank you for this one!! writing this has been so much fun! it’s still kind of heartbreaking, but in the best way possible.

anyway, before anyone reads, i need to tell you all that, a while ago, kylie and i found this edit of taylor and the color silver and harry and the color gold. another important piece of information is that kylie has created an amazing fantasy world where people have silver blood (children of the moon) or gold blood (children of the sun) and the middle god who’s supposed to keep the balance is called Femke. the silvers are lil fuckers who pray on golds because their blood is really useful or whatever.

SO this story takes place in that world and it’s a haylor fic too cause i promised kylie i’d do it :)

@networkthirteen | lyric typography event

There's no clouds in the sky when I look out the window. Strange, considering how much it's been raining lately. Not that it matters, I've been out of the house by dawn everyday. One must make some sort of routine, make up things to do during the day in order to not go insane. I need to stay sane for my boy. I've been by myself for 13 Moon cycles. Another full Sun rotation without seeing my son. His third birthday is today. People wonder why I keep track of time with the Moon cycles and the Sun's rotations, and I always fail to give them an answer. It's too dangerous, still. So I get up, tie my hair into two buns and a sweater. Despite the cloudless sky, it's bound to be cold outside still. A quick prayer to Femke in his honour and I head to town. I need to buy food for tonight and get the crest from the smithy. The weapon quality hasn't been the same since the war, but the new kid who took over the Prince has delicate fingers that should work well with the typography details of our family's crest. I clench my jaw and I feel a tear threatening to fall. I don't let it. There's people around me, I don't need to raise any suspicions. Instead, I tighten up my fists, nails piercing through my skin. A path of silver blood stains behind me is still better than shedding tears in public. I don't need people worrying for me, wondering about what's wrong. If they find out, I'll be labelled a traitor and punished as such. Surprisingly enough, I manage to smile my way though the market. No one gives me a second glance or seems to read through me. The little boy from the smithy, the one who replaced him, presents my refurbished sword horizontally with both hands extended, eyes on the ground. Am I some sort of royal to him? Is he afraid of me because if the blood on my hands? "Thank you," I say in the sweetest way I can, although it sounds more awkward than intended. I was thinking something else will come to mind. Something to break the ice or, I don't know, make him more comfortable with my presence at his shop. But the thought never comes, so I simply leave the money on the counter and walk away as fast as I can. I hate when people belittle themselves because of blood. Of course, it's not his fault. Ever since the war ended, the barrier between us with silver blood and those with golden blood has kept on growing endlessly. My walk back home feels longer than normal, probably because I'm not used to the weight of a crest, even if it's made of iron and bronze, specifically. I will not be consuming the blood of those less privileged. I hate that my people are the ones doing that, consuming it, accepting it. Of course, they can choose to not be bothered by such a barbaric practice. Taking someone's blood for medicine and weaponry is simply horrifying, but for those who don't associate with gold bloods it's easy to de-humanize them. Maybe I'd been better off if I had never met him. If I hadn't met the love of my life, the father to my son. Only the Gods know, but there might be another reality where I didn't meet him and I didn't get disinherited by my family. Maybe, in that reality, my son was born to another gold blood mother. His life would've been taught, yes, but at least he and his father wouldn't have to live in exile. This time, when the tears threaten to fall, I let them. My house is far from town, in the middle of the forest. It has to be, simply for this one day a year. The one day where I get to see my son and his father. I wished we could do it more frequently, but even this is too risky. The royals would behead us both if they found out, and take our son to bleed him for the rest of his life. Instead, they have to live in exile. Hopping the witches take pity on them until a second war frees the gold bloods. Up until then, this one day is all I have. Their visits feel like the glimmer of a comet, something that almost never happens. People go their entire lives without feeling what I feel when I get to see them. And even though it's once a year, this is the life I choose until there's a better option where we can be together. There's smoke coming out of the chimney when I get home. They're here, they got here earlier. Trying to dry my tears with my arm, I ran towards the door. A few vegetables fall from my bags but I couldn't care less. They're here. "Harry!" I scream from outside as I knock on the door. I hear a toddler's voice from inside, and I know everything's alright. Harry's last letter said he hasn't learned many words yet, but he's a cheerful boy just like his father and mother. "Baby, is that you?" He asks. I don't have to answer, as he opens the door with our son on his arm and crushes me in a kiss. We're both crying, we're both holding onto each other like out lives depend on it. Because they do. And suddenly my alternative reality, the one where I thought we all had a better life, shatters. It'd be a life where I didn't get this. This fire inside of me, a whirlwind of love that cannot be stopped. It's pure joy. It's knowing that this is my place in the world, tangled in the embrace of Harry Styles and sloppy kisses on my cheek from our son. "Welcome home, Taylor." Harry says.

#my writing #networkthirteen #should i also tag it as a fanfic? fuck it i will #haylor fanfic #taylor swift fanfic #harry styles fanfic #maybe this has more of exile than evermore but idc :)

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Part 4, Final — The Decision

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Can I ask for a request? Alfie had to give up the reader because hes facing a powerful and dangerous enemy but he doesnt tell the reader. She ends up dating tommy (who doesn't know about her past with alfie) and on their wedding day Alfie shows up. Idk what happens next lol but I just would love to read about tension and emotions and alfie just like being vulnerable. Thank you 💜💜💜

Omg so your new Alfie fic is amazing! I've never requested anything before or made a suggestion but I wanted to suggest that maybe (if you want), can you include a part where the main OC does end up getting hurt and she's possibly pregnant (maybe loses it) with Alfies child and he doesnt know but then he finds out?! Whether she gets hurt bc of Tommy or Alfie it's up to you but I'd like to read that

Word Count: 5.5k ||| Status: completed

Requested by: @fuckitsharam & @stylingco

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The sun in the sky shone down brightly on the occupants of the garden. You stood on the porch, hand resting on the skin above your eyebrows as you watched your little girl run throughout the yard. Shielding the bright rays of sun from hitting you directly in the eyes, a small smile graced your lips. It was spring. The air wasn’t exactly hot, but it wasn’t cold either. The hours of daylight increased now and the flowers were beginning to bloom. The trees were growing back their lively leafs, previously shed in the fall and winter. It was beautiful. Your daughter was the most adventurous and lively kid that you’d ever known. “Come on, Ophelia, daddy’s expecting us!” It was her third birthday. The plastic crown that sat atop her messy curly head of hair bobbed lightly but didn’t fall. The little combs on the end were buried in her precious locks, clinging to her securely as she ran around the grass. Her small feet, coated in mud and dirt, clambered up the short steps toward you. “We’re gonna go see daddy?” The child chirped, eyes bright. “Yes, angel, but we need to get some shoes on.”

Your lengthy nails brushed along the soft skin of her forehead, tucking her baby hairs away and beneath the silver tiara. “Come on, then, beautiful.” The door to the house opened with a quiet creak and the two of you piled inside. Cyril lifted his head in question, big brown eyes studying you before you scratched the top of his head and assured him that you and Ophelia would be home soon WITH Alfie. You pinched the puffy pink coat that hung beside the door. Opening it, you moved up behind Ophelia, warm eyes drifting along your little girl as she smoothly slipped her small arms into the arm holes. Settling the fabric on her shoulders, you leaned in and kissed her forehead, careful not to knock off her little diadem. The child wasted absolutely no time before she leaned up on her tiptoes, trying to grip the doorknob. “Hang on, my little angel, we have to get your shoes!” You moved down the hall to retrieve her grey boots, head spinning as you briefly paused. The never-ending worry hit you again. This was the third time today. Alfie had missed Ophelia’s birthday twice now. Her first birthday was spent, just the two of you, curled up in the kitchen as she ate the cake on the center of the table with nothing but her greedy hands. You’d given her a bath and a new toy and then she’d gone to bed. Alfie hadn’t come home until the following morning, apologetic as always. He made a promise to be there for her second birthday, but when you were once again left alone in the empty park, you’d stared down at your little girl. She played carelessly, oblivious to the lack of her father’s presence. He was hardly ever around anyway. You glanced over your shoulder. “Mommy, come on!” The girl pleaded, her little voice whiny and loud. Your shoulders hunched defeatedly. You couldn’t take her to the distillery, not until she was old enough to understand what to touch and what not to touch. Your hands found the bones of your hips, head tipping back as you let out a loud sigh. Alfie would be here. He swore.

Your boots tapped the floor softly as you retrieved her shoes from the closet before you made your way back toward the front door where Ophelia was impatiently waiting. “Daffodil, how about mommy takes you to the little toy store up the road and you can buy anything you want?” You offered, crouching down in front of her as you spoke. Her innocent eyes shone brightly with curiosity before she pursed her lips in thought. “What about daddy? Is he gonna come too?” Your head shook lightly. “I don’t think so, peach, but he’ll be here tonight for cake and ice cream. He promised, didnt he?” Ophelia nodded, lifting her feet one by one so you could slip her white socks on to her feet and then help her into her boots. “There we are.” You smiled widely before rising. The child zipped up her coat before pointing to the door, cheeks tinting red the second you pulled the door open and the icy air kissed her skin. “Hold my hand.” You instructed. She obeyed instantly. Her hand fit snugly in your bigger one, little boots hitting the ground audibly as she skipped alongside you, singing a quiet rhyme. The toy shop wasn’t far, so even if Alfie did decide to come home, which you doubted he would, it would be impossible for you to miss him.

The metal door opened quietly, little bell dinging to alert the women behind the counter that they had customers. The redhead pushed her hair out of her face before greeting you and your daughter. “Hello, are you looking for anything particular?” She inquired, moving around the counter. Her high-heels clicked against the floor audibly, tapping against the tile as she approached the two of you. “Oh, no, it’s my little girl’s birthday,” you pointed out softly. “She’s going to pick out anything she wants.” You told the woman before leading your little girl toward the toys, thanking the woman quietly. Along the shelves, stuffed animals and dolls decorated the walls. There were various types of things for her to play with. “Anything you want, my love.” The bouncy girl ran her small fingers along the soft toys before slowly lifting a little bear. “This looks like daddy.” The girl pointed out, wiggling the toy for you to see. Your arms folded over your chest, smile visible as your lips turned upward. “Daddy’s not that cute.” You smiled lazily before squatting down in front of her. “You’re such an easy girl.” You mumbled before kissing her head, knowing she wouldn’t have picked up the bear if it wasn’t what she wanted. Your small fingers curled around the teddy’s arm before you stood and moved toward the counter to pay.

Alfie was sat in his office, hands folded behind his head as he slumped back against his seat, eyes rolling as Ollie told him of all the issues they’d encountered this week. Yes. For the third time, it had slipped his mind that it was Ophelia’s birthday. He couldn’t help it. The second he came into the distillery, he was bombarded with work. He never had a second to himself anymore. These last three years were hectic, he hardly even got to see you. His large palm slid along the length of his face, tiredly rubbing it down. “Look, mate, yeah, I just want to get this shit fucking settled, right, so I, yeah, can fucking go home before it’s time for the sun to rise.” His eyes were growing heavier overtime. He had gotten little to no sleep this week and what little he had, he couldn’t savor. He missed you. More than he could put into words. The second you and Alfie had been together officially, he’d made you his wife. Life had been more than amazing. He hadn’t pushed you away or kept little secrets from you. Business was important and it was necessary, but you were more important and he shared every little detail of work with you. No more lies and no more splitting up. The man stood as Ollie continued to ramble on. “Right, Ollie, the sun’s come and gone, mate, which means it’s fucking time for bed, innit. My wife’s probably all tucked away, ready to sleep, and my little girl-“ he froze on the spot. The guilt that gripped his heart made him feel faint. “Fuckin’ hell.” The man, angry, strode toward the door to retrieve his coat. He yanked the fabric on his broad body, not bothering to give his right-hand any form of explanation. He set off down the stairs and along the corridor, boots thudding noisily, alerting everyone of his presence. His cane tapped quietly along the ground, a significant contrast to the absolute hollow sound his boots created. Men halted at their work stations, each one assuming something was wrong, but they’d never guessed Alfie was beating himself up because once again, he would miss Ophelia’s birthday.

The cold night air was a whisper against his skin, brushing over his warm flesh, accompanying him on his journey home. He hadn’t picked up a gift for his little girl and at this late hour, he knew that no shop would be open. The man brushed his hair back and out of his face as it messily stuck out in this direction and that. He knew you’d definitely gotten the child a gift and cake, so he could at least pretend like he’d taken some part in that, but he knew you’d be upset with him. The lights on the porch twinkled when the little house came into view. He could see a set of balloons tied around the bannister, a proud annunciation to the neighborhood that your little girl was growing up. Alfie slowed his pace, taking his time to study the exterior of the home before he entered. He knew he was in for a long talking to and he also knew he deserved it. He’d been late. Again. For his babygirl’s birthday. The door opened quietly, but closed a little louder. Alfie drew off his heavy coat before draping it over the back of the sofa. His large hand wiggled between the skin of his neck and the collar of the shirt he wore, loosening it smoothly. On the table in the living room, crumbs from the strawberry cake you’d made stained the surface. There was no sign of life in the room, so he assumed you must’ve had dinner, cake, presents, and were now relaxing somewhere — or sleeping. The ticking clock in the corner grasped the man’s attention and when he gave it a lingering look, he sighed breathily. It was late.

Ophelia was wrapped up beneath her pink blanket. Her hair was braided neatly, draping over her shoulders as she clung on to her daddy bear. The teddy resembled a real life bear, but was as soft and as cuddly as a brown, fake looking stuffed animal. One leg was buried beneath her duvet and the other hung off the edge of the bed, movement-less. She was passed out. Alfie poked his head into the birthday girl’s room, studying her features as she lounged on her flower patterned bed. Her lips were sticky and she had little bits of icing glued to the corners of her mouth. Alfie let a smug smile cross over his lips before you, smoothly and unexpectedly, dipped in front of him and caught him off guard. “Welcome home.” Your hands pressed to his chest. You knew Alfie would go into Ophelia’s room and wake the pretty little girl if you didn’t stop him. He had no recognition of ‘she needed this many hours of sleep’ and the fact that she had a bed time. “She’s just gone to bed, she’s been hyper all night because of the cake.” Your voice was low. A mere whisper. Alfie had to strain his ears to hear what you were saying, but once he had, he straightened defensively before lowering his eyes to the floor so he could eye his boots. “I’m late again.” He sighed before shrinking back and retreating to the living room. You closed Ophelia’s door with a gentle sigh before following after the man. “Yeah.. we noticed.” The man lowered himself down on the sofa, feet kicking up to rest on the coffee table as he rubbed down his face, breaths heavy. He was exhausted and really could’ve gone to sleep right then, but he wasn’t a complete fool. He knew he needed to talk to you. “When I became Mrs. Solomons.. and I left Tommy to be with you.. and I made the decision that I’d trust you’d put me and your daughter before work, was I wrong to do all of that?” Alfie’s hand fell away from his face and instead dropped to the cushion that he was sat on. Picking at the loose strings, the man fixed you with a pained look before standing. “Don’t say stuff like that, Y/N. I’m doing my fucking best here, ain’t I?” You scoffed lowly. “If this is your fucking best, then I’d like to get a divorce. Good god, Alfie, Ophelia hasn’t seen you in days and I’ve hardly seen you! What do you think that does to us?” Alfie’s brows furrowed and his stare hardened. “To you? Right, what do you think it fucking does to me, yeah? I’m missing my little girl grow up, right, and I don’t even get to fucking spend a fucking day with my wife anymore, yeah, it’s fucking killing me too, innit!” Your eyes watered as he spoke, jaw clenching. “Stop shouting or you’ll wake her.” The man sighed heavily, arms folding across his chest stubbornly. He hated being told what to do. “It’s your job, Alfie. You’re the boss. You can leave when you want and don’t lie to me and say you can’t because you use to leave work all the time before the day had hardly even started just so you could be with me.” You lifted your hand to wipe away at the tears that tried to spill from your tired eyes. Alfie sighed heavily, studying your features before he licked his lips and spoke again. “It’s harder now, pet. I’ve got a lot more to do. A lot more things need my attention.” You let out a defeated sigh. Your small hand curled around the blanket on the sofa. “Yeah, well, your wife and daughter need attention as well.” With that, you turned on your heel. Alfie expected to hear your feet, hitting the stairs softly as you went to the bedroom the pair of you shared, but when your footsteps never came, he craned his neck and realized you were going to sleep in the guest room.

An uncomfortable twitch of sadness held his heart. He didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t as if he’d lose his job if he didn’t show up, but he was sure he’d lose his family if he didn’t spend more time with them. His hand scratched the back of his head, nails pushing through his messy hair before he stood and moved toward the phone. Calling Ollie, he pressed his shoulder against the wall, the sole of his boot rubbed absentmindedly against the recently cleaned floor. “Right, lad, I’m not going to be coming in for the week, yeah, I’m needed at home.” His voice was soft, ears ignorant of Ollie’s worried shouts. “You can handle it, lad, yeah. If anything’s too fucking much, you just send whatever it is on over to my fucking house, right. No people, only papers explaining the issue, right, or just fucking call me. I’ll see you- yeah, Ollie, right, I fucking know that, alright, yeah, bye.” Hanging the black phone back on the wall, Alfie pushed his hands through his hair once more before heading toward the guest room. He could only assume Cyril, as usual, was asleep beneath Ophelia’s bed, snoozing away, but ready to wake up in an instant and protect her.

Alfie removed his shoes, laying them on the hard brick beside the fireplace. His eyes slid around the room. He’d contemplated just leaving you be and letting you sleep, but the man had been deprived of you for too long and needed to be held tonight. His bare-feet scuffed softly against the carpet as he made his way toward the room you were in. His shoulders were hunched and there was a little limp in his step. His knuckles hit the door quietly, but he waited for no response before he pushed the door open and entered. “Pet?” Your hot tears stuck to your cheeks and stained the pillow you laid on. You didn’t move from your spot, eyes closed tightly as you desperately tried to hide the fact that you’d been crying. You held your breath, refusing to let your body shake as a silent sob escaped. Alfie, not really caring if you’d already gone to bed, began to pull off his shirt and then rid of his trousers. Your skin had goosebumps already, just from waiting. Waiting for him to climb into bed and embrace you like he always did, no matter how angry or upset you were. His arm looped around your waist, dragging your little body backwards and into his own. The movement elicited a breath from you finally and it was then that he leaned over to peer at your face. The moonlight illuminated your worn features, so broken and hurt. You could tell he was sorry by the way he stared down at you, regret shining visibly in his eyes. “Please don’t cry..” He whispered softly. “I know I’m doing a horrid job at this, but I’ll do better.”

Alfie, in truth, was the best father you’d ever seen. Though he was, a lot of the time, very busy at work, he was his daughter’s best friend. She lit up like a star when he came home, beaming and bright. He spent all night playing with her, doing whatever the hell she wanted until she’d lay on his chest and fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. Alfie spoiled her and she was definitely a daddy’s girl. You were more of the disciplinary one, but Alfie always backed you up. “I can’t do this anymore with you, Alfie. I need you at home.” The man nodded softly, lifting his hand so he could brush away the tears that killed him to see. “Right, pet, im taking off a week at work, yeah, see how that goes, and then I’ll see what I can do to be home more, won’t I?” Your head nodded gently before you rolled on to your side and wiggled so he was spooning you. Your hand curled around his much larger one, dragging it around you tightly. He possessed a strength that you were very aware of and sometimes, when he’d really missed you, he’d squeeze the hell out of you while he slept and you’d have to slap his arm to wake him. “Please don’t try and squeeze me to death tonight.” You mumbled sleepily, but a little smile pulled at your lips. Alfie couldn’t help the involuntary breath of amusement that left his lips. Kissing your cheek softly, he nodded. “I’ll do my absolute best to control myself.” Your smile widened. “I love you, Alfie.” You turned your neck, gazing at him with the love and adoration that you held only for him. “I love you too, Y/N.” He mumbled quietly, lips moving to yours for just a few seconds.

When the kiss reached its natural end, neither of you distanced from the other. You instead embraced him, hiding your face in the cool skin of his prickly neck. It didn’t bother you. The little hairs that occasionally stabbed the sensitive skin of your face, they simply made you smile, sometimes playfully wince. Alfie always offered to shave, but you’d always whimper and plead for him not to. He looked so good with his beard and stubble. You couldn’t bear to part with it and you knew he wouldn’t want to either. Your eyes grew heavier and heavier as he held you. It felt so good to actually go to sleep with Alfie opposed to you waking up in his arms, just as he was pulling away to head to work. Within a few minutes, sleep took over and you were out like a light, alongside your husband who was beginning to snore like a grizzly bear. You were so use to it at this point though, the noise brought you comfort. He was here.

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Ophelia stood at the foot of your bed, hands curled in the ends of the grey duvet as she loosely tugged on the fabric to wake you and her slumbering daddy. The pair of you began to grumble sleepily, refusing to wake instantly. You rolled to the side, burying your face further into the pillow as you tried desperately to cling on to the sleep that was slipping away. The mattress groaned audibly as the little girl lifted herself up and on to the foot of the bed. Her knees sunk into the fabric, small hands balancing on the back of your thigh and Alfie’s knee as she crawled along your bodies. “Please wake up.” She pouted, small fingers curling in the duvet. Your eyes droopily opened at her words, studying her innocent expression. “Alfie.” You mumbled sleepily before nudging him with your cold foot. The ice-like feel of your toes made the man growl. He was awake. He just tried to do the same as you and go back to sleep. His blue eyes slid open, blurry from sleep. Little crusts from his slumber rested in the corners of his eyes, but he smoothly wiped them away before sitting up. “Why are you up so early, little one?” The man’s large arms curled around the beauty before he lowered himself back down, pulling Ophelia with him. The room was quiet opposed to their soft voices, responding to each other smoothly, quietly, afraid to wake you. Though, you hadn’t gone back to sleep. Lifting your head, your messy hair draped over Alfie’s shoulder as you leaned against his back to peer over him and down at the little girl that was laid in front of him. “Its 9 in the morning, daddy, it’s not even early!” The child exclaimed, her long lashes fluttering before she lifted her hand to pull lazily at her father’s beard. “Fucking hell, is it that late already?” He was already sitting up again when you spoke. “Language, Alfie.” You mumbled before rolling toward your baby as Alfie slid off the bed. “Right, come on, let’s not spend our day in bed, let’s go downstairs and have some breakfast.”

You leaned up slightly, the sleeve of your nightgown rolling down and off of your shoulder. You fixed it smoothly, small fingers dragging the lace back up and into its proper position. “All we’ve got is cereal, darling.” You told the man as you followed him out of bed. Ophelia scrambled toward her father and he, with open arms, easily hoisted her up and on to his hips. She clung to him like a baby and you smiled fondly. Initially you’d thought you’d be jealous if you weren’t the favorite parent, but in this case, since Ophelia hardly ever saw Alfie, you couldn’t blame her for being so attached to him. You slipped on your blue slippers before grabbing the yellow robe off of the hook in the corner. The silky fabric wrapped around you snugly, tied in a little bow at the front on your belly. Alfie led the pair of you downstairs and to the kitchen where Cyril was waiting hungrily. A low growl escaped the animals belly and then a quiet whine. The dog food was kept tucked away in a high cabinet because Cyril had a tendency to find the food and dump it out all over the floor, devouring as much of it as he could— to the point where he was left with a bellyache.

Alfie removed three bowls from the cupboard, after feeding the mastiff, each one carefully painted a permanent pink. The pattern on the sides of the bowls was a matching set which was what you’d always wanted and he’d purchased the kitchenware for you for your birthday. His soft eyes flickered to you as you began to fill each bowl to the brim with whatever oats were in the last cereal box. Alfie didn’t like milk on his cereal. He preferred to just eat it with his fingers like a cookie. You loved to bathe your food in milk, bowl nearly overflowing from how much contents were jam-packed in the round glass. Ophelia liked only a little milk, not a drop or two, but maybe the size of two shot glasses. The milk didn’t even fill half of the bowl, but at least she liked to have a little bit. The little girl was knelt up on her chair, hunched over the table as she watched you finish up with the milk. Alfie slid her bowl toward her before offering her a little wooden spoon. She took it gratefully, beaming up at her father before she eagerly began to dig into the breakfast. You ate much slower, though you hated how soggy your meal ended up being, you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to make yourself sick from eating to quickly. Your eyes moved to Alfie. He had no patience. His beard was crumb infested within seconds, but he’d use his palm to try and wipe away the messy food. It really wasn’t the food that was messy, it was just Alfie.

Breakfast went by peacefully and you told yourself silently that if had there been another little baby, situated beside Ophelia, things would not be running as smoothly. Luckily, you looked down at your belly, it was as empty as ever. For now. Your eyes lifted to Alfie. Maybe one day, when things weren’t so chaotic and you had time to actually sleep with your husband, then you could discuss having another baby. You stood, gathering the empty dishes so you could clean each one. Ophelia looked to her father, watching as the man lifted his glasses on to his face and began to read over the little notes on the table. Mental reminders he was writing down so he knew what needed to be taken care of when he returned back to work. “Daddy?” Ophelia spoke softly. The large man, furrowed brows and hardened stare, lifted his eyes to his little girl, features instantly softening now that he was focused on her opposed to work. The little girl pushed her fringe out of her eyes before inhaling deeply. “Are you gonna be home more?” She asked quietly. Her big green eyes were wide and the hope that danced vibrantly in them was hard to miss. “Yes, Love, as much as I fu- can be, yeah? I miss you too much when I’m away at work, don’t I?” Ophelia cracked a slow smile before leaping down off of her seat and moving around the wooden table so she could instead perch herself up on Alfie’s lap. The man held her close, absentmindedly pushing her hair out of her face as she stared up at him. She was the spitting image of you.

The cloth on the counter was used to dry off your hands after you’d tucked each dish away. Turning on your heel, you dropped down beside the two of them, eyes shimmering as they moved between your handsome husband and darling girl. “Yes, Daddy is going to be around a lot more often. I’m going to make sure of it.” Alfie’s eyes slipped to you when you spoke, a slow smirk pulling at his full lips. “We’ll see.” He whispered teasingly before leaning back in his chair. “We will see.” He muttered again, arms tightening lightly around his angel.

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The remainder of the day was spent lounging in the living room. Your bare feet slid along the carpet as you danced goofily for your family. The laughter that echoed around the room was joy to your ears. Ophelia was having the most amazing time and you were grateful. Just having Alfie here seemed to brighten her mood significantly. Alfie didn’t partake in the silly dancing, he simply lounged on the sofa, chuckling loudly as your body twisted and turned and your daughter’s tried to follow. He could’ve been at work, head buried in his hands as the weight of work resided on his shoulders, but he’d much rather be here, watching you make an absolute fool of yourself.

You were his fool.

Wednesday was spent lounging in the sun in the backyard. Ophelia had an addiction to the outdoors, always happiest when her sun-kissed skin was darkening beneath the rays. She’d chase the butterflies and play in the water that sprayed from the hose. She was muddy and soaked, but beaming. You’d spent the entirety of the day, laying on Alfie’s chest as the two of you watched over Ophelia protectively. Alfie refused to ever take his eyes away from her, even when you’d leaned in for a little kiss. He couldn’t risk it. Children were taken in the blink of an eye and he’d be damned if he ever let anything happen to his child. She was entirely too good for this world. And entirely too good from him. He knew that.

Thursday was the quickest day. Alfie had taken Ophelia to the park so she could play for a few hours and although they had begged you to come along, you just weren’t feeling too great. Your small hand pushed through your hair, continuing to clean the constantly filthy house. It didn’t bother you, letting them go out for some father, daughter time. No. They deserved it. Alfie, you knew, would push Ophelia on the swings, keeping a close eye on anybody who dared play to close. He didn’t care if it was a child, he didn’t let anybody approach his angel. You tried to explain to him that social interaction was good for her. It was good for her to talk to her peers at such a young age, but he wasn’t having any of it. “She can talk to them when she’s not living under my roof.” He’d dramatically told you that night. You’d scoffed at his words and had easily pushed them to the back of your mind. That wasn’t rational thinking.

On the weekends, Ophelia had a little group called ‘The Little Ducklings’ that she attended. The class helped teach children about growing up. It was basically a daycare, but it didn’t have the ridiculous prices nor did it have teachers who only cared about the money. These women were taking amazing care of your little Ophelia. She babbled all evening when she returned home about everything she’d learned. That being said, while Ophelia was away, learning her abc’s, colors, and numbers, you were learning too, trapped beneath your husband, bodies joined in the most physical and passionate way possible as he taught you some of the ‘new moves’ he’d been daydreaming about. He left you breathless and writhing for more. The passion in this relationship was never-ending. The man seemed to have no off switch. He was always ready for you. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t always ready for him.

The week came and went entirely too fast. One minute you’re extremely grateful that Alfie had made the wise decision to stay home from work and spend time with his family, but the next thing you knew, the calendar read Monday again and it was time to bid the man goodbye. His warm lips pressed to yours, hands gliding along your arms before he cradled your hands in his own. “Things will change, pet, yeah, I fucking promise you that, I can’t fucking stand, right, being away from you for so long. I’ll handle everything today, right, I fucking will.” He’d given you several kisses that day before he’d left and then he’d given ophelia double. You couldn’t admit to anyone but yourself that you were jealous your daughter had received more kisses than you, but the thought still made you smile. You wouldn’t trade anything in the world for your family. They were one of a kind. The light in the fireplace was beginning to die that evening, it’s orange embers fading as the light began to give out. Ophelia was fast asleep on your chest, mouth partially opened and eyes heavy as she nuzzled into you. Alfie would be home soon, you were sure of it. He would keep his word and things would get better from here. After-all, you had married one of the most amazing men in the world. Your head rolled back, eyes meeting the ceiling. Alfie Solomons would keep his word and he would be home every night before it was too late. Your eyes flickered to your wedding ring. No matter how many fights or how many disagreements the two of you had, Alfie was your forever and you’d never be without him. Your eyes moved to Ophelia. And neither would she.

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wennjunwho · 6 years

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Seventeen 13 days of Winter

So kids Christmas is aproaching and I’ve been preparing since October, so here’s the thing:

Here are a bunch of dialogue prompts, scenario prompts, etc. Choose two (you can mix and match or only send one, or send one of each, idk whatever you see fit) with the name of one of the boys form SVT and I will be writing 4 full lenght fics leading up to christmas and one fic every day starting Dec. 12!!!

Have fun kids!!! If yours doesnt turn into a whole lenght fic I will make it either a bullet point or a text scenario so don’t worry!! (also do keep in mind that the 13 days of christmas is each for every guy)

[x] = taken

Dialogue Prompts:

“Oh how convenient that there is mistletoe above us.” [x]

“Have you got your presents yet?” “No, I’ve got ages.” “Christmas is tomorrow…” [x]

“It’s a time of good will, not whatever the hell you’re doing” [x]

“Who have you got for secret Santa?” “I can’t tell you. It’s called secret Santa for a reason.” [x]

“Come out in the snow with me!” “I’d rather stay inside where it’s warm and I can’t slip over on my ass.” [x]

“You’ve never been ice skating!?” [x]

“Is this the first time you’ve seen snow?” [x]

“It’s New Years, aren’t you going to kiss me?” [x]

“All I want for Christmas is you…” [x]

“You’re not going to spend the holidays alone and sad. I won’t allow it.”[x]

“Why is there no decorations at the top?” “Because I couldn’t reach up there.” [x]

“That is the most thoughtful gift anyone has got me.” [x]

“You’re useless with wrapping presents!” [x]

“You know i could never leave you alone on your favorite holiday.” [x]

“I know that people usually kiss under mistletoe but.. I had other things planned.” [x]

“Are you seriously crying over Rudolph..?” [x]

“You spent how much on decorations?!?!” [x]

“How did you know? I only ever told one person.” [x]

“If you throw that snowball you’re declaring war” [x]

“You don’t have to go to all this trouble, you know” [x]

“Secret Santa is bullshit” [x]

“No offence meant, but I do not trust you to carve the turkey” [x]

“Step away from the cookies.” [x]

“You know, you remind me a lot of the Grinch. The only difference is in the end, his heart grows three sizes, but you stay an asshole.” [x]

“What do you mean I have to dress up like santa?!” [x]

“Santa?” “No, it’s the Easter bunny. Of course it’s Santa.” [x]

Scenario Prompts

a) Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas Party. [x]

b) Character A can’t wrap gifts to save their life. Character B is their neighbor and can help. [x]

c) Character A’s ex will be at the Christmas Party A is attending. Character B poses as A’s fiance. [x]

d) You made me a Christmas playlist but it’s just Mariah Carey’s “All I want for Christmas is you”. I can’t tell if you’re hitting on me or if it’s a joke [x]

e) We’re neighbors and I just got locked out of my apartment, I was baking cookies that will burn if I don’t get in there quick [x]

f) I met you on Christmas but haven’t seen you since, until today on Christmas day, are you an angel? Wait, you actually are? [x]

g) I’ve never seen snow in person before, until now, what is this white stuff falling from the sky? Why are you laughing at me? [x]

h) There’s one Christmas cookie left, so I challenge you, winner takes the cookie [x]

i) I drew your name out of the Santa for secret Santa that we’re doing with our friends and I really had no clue what to get you, we don’t know each other too well so on the day of the gift exchange I asked what you wanted but I couldn’t think of anything. you pulled me under the mistletoe oh god [x]

j) it’s hella snowing outside and the power went out on the third floor (aka your floor) of our apartment building. You come up to my door, asking for blankets because you’re freezing but I just pull you inside and oh wait you’re actually very nice [x]

k) I got a candygram a week ago and it had a cute Christmas poem on it in which I was compared to an angel, I’ve been trying to figure out who it was but it finally hit me when you held the door open for me and said ‘no problem, angel [x]

l) we went through a really bad break up a month ago, but I already bought you a Christmas gift. it’s too late to return it now and I know you’d really like it so I show up to your house on Christmas Eve and present the new watch I bought to replace your old one that’s nearly falling apart and I swear I see tears in your eyes [x]

m) Person A has just been through a terrible break up and has found themselves alone during the holiday season. They end up going back to their hometown, where, out of pity and familial obligation, they get invited to a Christmas party. At first, they awkwardly stand around, trying to keep out of sight, but it’s hard to do when a certain cutie accidentally pulls them into a kiss instead of another partygoer that happened to be wearing the same outfit… [x]

n) Character A is stuck working in coffee shop on Christmas Day and Character B is the lonely soul spending their whole day there. [x]

ñ) Character A and Character B compete in Christmas house decoration. [x]

o) Character A returns to their birth-town for the holidays. Character B is their estranged childhood best friend. [x]

p) We have spent christmas together since we were children how did I just realize you’ve never gotten me a present??? [x]

q) we’re going ice skating for the first time this year and it’s pretty obvious that you’re secretly an olympic figure skater or something how the hell are you so graceful you’re literally twirling around on one foot on a frictionless surface and i can barely make a left turn [x]

r) you asked me what i wanted for christmas and i was feeling really sarcastic so i said “a unicorn” and you actually went out and got me a stuffed unicorn i hate you so much but actually it’s really cute and i might sort of love it [x]

s) i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled please come inside [x]

t) i live below you and i was minding my own business watching the snowfall out the window WHEN I SAW A BODY FALL ARE YOU REALLY PUTTING UP CHRISTMAS LIGHTS NOW [x]

u) we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now…we’re just…staring… at each other… [x]

v) YOU DON’T LIKE MARSHMALLOWS IN YOUR HOT CHOCOLATE? WHY DO YOU HATE LOVE [x]

w) TREE DECORATING (bonus points if one of them is doing it completely wrong omg why am i in love with you) [x]

x) “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face [x]

y) i didn’t know that this holiday party was a dress-up thing and when i came to get you, you answered the door in your full-on GRINCH COSTUME and i almost had a fucking heart attack [x]

z) You forgot christmas shopping was a thing and now we´re here, in the middle of Christmas Eve trying to get one gift for every one of your friends, also did I mention I´m kind of falling for you [x]

The prompts came from here, here, here and here

Have fun kids!!!

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over-the-pink-moon · 7 years

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Talking to a stranger is nothing new

omg thats my first fic written in english, oh and in general too :)) so please enjoy this a bit supernatural au whatever it is

written for the slhalloweenaparty day 1, cause i wanted to participate too :’)

dzienky @ac-ars

„Are u kidding me Ambar? It has happened third time in a row. Third time! How long do you think they will stay oblivious to the ‘missings’?”-Blonde girl didn’t even turn head to make an impression she was caring what he wanted to say. She kept walking straight through the frontyard of deserted possession, they just left. "We have left you for an hour! Just an hour and you managed to dish it.“- He continued, picking up pace. “Stop playing victim for once and answer!”-

Girl suddenly stopped right next to the gate and glared at the brown eyed boy. She didn’t look guilty to say the least. Her face seemed completely calm and icy-blue eyes pierced through her friend.

“Matteo”- She began, looking at him with a mix of disgust and indifference. “I have told you already. This vampire got really on my nerves, so I cut his head. Isn’t it enough simple for you to grasp it? I can write it down and give it to you, so I don’t have to repeat myself like an idiot.”- She shook her head in disbelief making her blonde hair swing and pointed at the jeep parked on the other side of the road. “Save your lecture for the road. I have no intention to stay any longer in these disgusting, dirty clothes.” Even though her outfit looked almost spotless, she made a gesture as if she was fully covered in mud. Her black tank top was splattered at the bottom with a bit of dried blood. Dark jeans had a bit of dust here and there, but blonde hair girl still looked beyond ordinary. “ I also need a nice, hot shower and a few hours of sleep in a far distance from this disgusting creatures, so better stop insulting me and find your husband, so we can take our asses far away” she finished with a fake smile and swiftly took car keys from boy’s back jeans pocket. “See you in the car!”

Of course being the king of witty responses Matteo Balsano had a bunch of them at hand, although after two sleepless nights filled with not so friendly talks with vampire, he just couldn’t think straight. He made his way into the barely standing house looking for his less-arrogant, but even more-stupid friend. The point was to find Gaston and not to think too much, how Ambar made all efforts came to a naught.

Ambar Smith was a bitch, who tagged along and got on his nerves approximately 8 times a day. He hated her to the bones and more than he should admit, he considered leaving her somewhere and driving away as fast as his jeep was able to take. However, life looks different and meeting someone who can both mostly tolerate your person and stays in ‘this’ kind of business is too rare to get picky. That way they were stuck with each other, travelling through the towns in his black jeep, stopping to spend a few nights here and there in some more, some less shitty motels. And of course killing supernatural creatures.

Third of the trio, who decided to lead this uncomfortable and not having much advantages lifestyle was Gaston. He brought balance to the group, staying away from as much violence and killing as possible. Ambar stated that the only way Gaston can kill is with his hopeless puns.

Matteo came through the door checking out, where his les murderous buddy decided to stay.

“Gaston for fucks sake where are you?”- shouted Balsano. His voice echoed through the empty rooms. Of course no response. Trying to stay calm as possible he began to check rooms one by one, murmuring how one day he will take his fucking car and leave these two idiots by themself to finally learn something. Firstly kitchen, then living room aka place with two really old and pretty disgusting stained sofas, but still the best option to catch some sleep and the dining room where almost two hours ago they were unsuccessfully interrogating a vampire. You can say, they were ‘this’ close to finally pry the information from him about the location of the vampire nest. Barely functioning boys decided eventually to ride to the nearest gas station to get some disgusting black coffee and super sugary bars to keep themselves awake for a next few hours, only to come to the pull of blood and Ambar sitting on a sofa scrolling through her phone.

“Omg, Matteo look what I found!”- suddenly Gaston came out of corner. He was holding a pile of books beaming like he just spent a day in the best amusement park and the puddle of blood in the dining room wasn’t completely out of place. “You won’t believe, what books this family decided to leave. Take the one at the top!”- he was smiling like crazy waiting for friend’s reaction.

“Gaston, really? Savoir-vivre for kids from A to Z”

“I am going to give this to Ambar! She will love it”

“Yeah, more like kill us both, but whatever if I stay here any longer I might collapse out of exhaustion, so it’s the same”- sighed Matteo and put book back at the pile. “Come on, get ourselves to the nearest motel”.

“I am picking music”- shouted Gaston getting into the front seat.

“Don’t you hear, the music is already picked”- answered Ambar from the back row. She was seating across the seats with closed eyes.

“We are so not listening to the Neighbourhood”- said Gaston turning back to the Ambar. “Your music taste reflects your personality too much. Sorry, I am changing it”

“Of course we are changing music, because the rule is driver picks the music, so you two beter keep away from the radio”- scoffed Matteo setting off the car. He took of gray hoodie and chucked it on the backseat. Offended Ambar opened her eyes and furiously threw it on the front seat to the Gaston only to come back to her previous position.

“Oh my Matteo you are so romantic giving me your hoodie. I love u too buddy.”- said Gaston making heart eyes. Brown haired boy just rolled his eyes and drove on the road. With one hand he plugged his phone and picked a song.

“I agree for The Hills, but the next one will be one from the 1975”- said Gaston unlocking boy’s phone to set the next song. “Also I think its time to finally explain… what the fuck? Why is this standing in the middle of the nowhere mansion burning? Please, pull car to the side.”

Matteo abruptly turn the steering wheel making blonde girl slip from the seats. She growled holding tightly her seat and hit sitting in front of her boy with palm of her hand. Balsano parked the car at the side of the road and everyone quickly got out.

The mansion was completely in flames. Fire spread through both of floors and got on the roof throwing sparks into the air. Sun was slowly setting down making this view overwhelmingly destructive. Trees in the garden were catching fire one by one from each other. All of a sudden in the thick smoke appeared a figure. Small girl was carrying something in one hand and with the other covering mouth. Her eyes were full of tears and she was erratically breathing. Girl ran ahead stumbling every few steps. Finally in the safe distance from fire fell on her knees.

“One thing we can be sure about, she is not a vampire”- commented casually Ambar. Gaston glared at her and turn to his friend.

“The little one for sure isn’t one of them, but there must have been vampires to blame for the fire. They left rather obvious sign that they don’t want us on their tail.”- said in a muffled tone Perida. “Poor girl, it happened to her partially, because of us “. All this time Matteo kept his sight at the fire and the kneeling girl. Haven’t commented on his friend notice, he slowly came to the crying girl. She was hugging tightly pink pair of roller skates as if they were her last string of hope.

“Hey, little one?”- Italian kneeled next to the girl and put delicately hand on her shoulder. She jerkked suddenly lifting her head horrified. Her eyes were red and puffy, but Matteo Balsano noticed only one thing, that he really enjoys green eyes.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?”- she asked hoarsely looking at him. She looked like a lost child and i was blinking repeatedly.

“We were just passing by and noticed smoke. Do you know what have happened?”- asked Matteo trying to sound as subtly as possible, but on the other hand was counting on some informations.

“No…”- she murmured. “I just went back from school and my house was already on fire. I haven’t seen around neither my parents nor the owners of the mansion. I think… I suppose that something really bad has happened to them.”- her voice broke on the last sentence.

“Don’t think that way. I am sure, everything is okay with them”- he lied. Italian didn’t have the slightest idea what to do with the girl. Leave her in the forest all alone? Drive her to the police station? Or to the hospital? “We are going to town, and I am pretty sure you are in need of some ride?”- he halfsmiled at her.

“Come on. Our ice queen is getting impatient.”- said Gaston coming closer to the pair.

“Right, we are coming. And whats your name little one?“- asked Matteo helping get up both of them.

“Luna, Luna Valente”- she weakly smiled at both of the boys. The three of them was walking to the car when Perida hissed:

“Since when Matteo Balsano is rescuing little green-eyed girls?”

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