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Chapter 6 "Prelude to the Seine"

Minor Smut Warning

Word count: 9,659

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Harry’s pov

I swivel in my chair in the security chambers, watching as Oliver monitors the cameras. The palace is relatively boring when everyone’s off doing their own thing. The king is hiding out in his office, requesting nobody bother him, and the Queen is out shopping, at least, that is what the Queen wants us to think. I know better, she’s at an underground bar drinking in a disguise— she is seemingly having a rough time. As for Anna, she’s somewhere in France on a royal duty, ignoring me entirely. Anna hasn’t spoken to me much since she told me not to come on the small tour, I opted to respect her wishes and stayed at the Palace where it is calm. A little too calm.

My phone rings and I bring it to my ear, “This is your hundredth call, do you miss me?”

Niall chuckles on the other end, “Oh, so dearly,” he jokes, “I only have a few minutes before I’m thrown back into the media propaganda your girlfriend signed me up for but I think you should fly out here.”

“Why?” I ask.

“They’re giving her hell.”

“She doesn’t want me there,” I shake my head despite the fact he cannot see me. If Anna wanted me to attend France with her, she’d have told me. Instead, she bitterly told me not to attend and that she’d prefer to go without me. I’m respecting her demands. Her wish will always be my command, even if it’s out of pettiness.

Niall sighs, “This trip is tearing her down and she’s too stubborn to admit it. It’s pretty rough out here.”

“That doesn’t sound like something I need to be a part of then.”

Anna, stubborn? Never.

This woman is going to give me a run for my money.

“Mate,” Niall begins, “Get on a plane and come here. You love her and she needs you. Whether she admits it or not, she’s having a hard time.”

“I’ll think about it.” I dismiss the conversation and Niall sighs before bidding me a goodbye and hanging up.

I sit and stare at the monitors, my phone in my hands as I take a breath. There’s a fine line when it comes to Anna. She doesn’t like to be coddled too much, and she doesn’t like to admit when she can’t handle what’s on her plate. I have purposely stayed away from any news articles or social media where I can see what’s happening on her small France visit as a solo Royal. I can’t save her from everything and she is not the type of woman to want to be saved every fleeting moment something horrific happens. She is strong and unwavering, a force of reckoning that nature can’t break down— Anastasia doesn’t need me to rule a monarch or continue on with her legacy, she doesn’t need me to be her saving grace— she is her own saving grace and her own destiny. She may want me, but she doesn’t need me, she can stand on her own two feet with her head high.

Despite everything, here I am, staring at plane tickets. They're ridiculously expensive at the last minute. I'm not even sure if I can make it to the boarding gate in an hour. And to top it off, I'll have nothing but the clothes on my back.

But as I grumble about the inconvenience, a small smile tugs at the corners of my lips. The things I'll do for this woman. I truly do love her, even if I don’t say it, and I don’t tell her I’ll marry her, I’ll lay my life down for her if it meant she never has to feel an ounce of pain again. I’ll do anything within my power to make sure she’s happy and safe.

I heavily sigh and stand to my feet, “Ryan’s in charge of you,” I look towards Oliver, gesturing towards Ryan. “Call me if there are any issues,” I mutter, wasting no time walking to the door and exiting into the cool tunnels.

I hurry my way through the palace, passing the staff who seem to be busy redecorating the palace for what feels like the hundredth time. The decorations and seasons are never ending. I stop in my tracks when I see the King emerging from his office with books in his hands. He raises a brow as he glances at me, “What has you hurrying out?”

“I need to leave,” I respond, petting my hands to my pockets, struggling to find my car keys, “Alaric, can I trade you my car for one of your drivers?” I question.

I don’t have time to run to my car, park it at the airport and manage to get the next flight out.

Alaric chuckles, “Depends, which car are you leaving me with?”

“The Audi,” I dangle the keys in front of him, “I prefer not to leave it at the airport.”

“Let me guess, you’re going to France?”

“Not if I don’t get to the airport,” I smile.

Alaric grows quiet for a moment before taking the keys from my hands, “You’re lucky I like you.”

“You like my car,” I shake my head.

“You going to come clean about my daughter yet?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir,” I respond, waving him off as I walk towards the palace doors, hurrying down the steps to where the line of blacked-out cars sit.

One of the drivers steps out of the car and waits for me to descend all stone stairs. He offers me a polite smile and I extend my hand out to shake his, “Heard you’re going to the airport.”

I nod my head, “That was quick.” I smile before I slide into the back seat of the car, my phone taking my attention as it begins to ding with messages. I glance down at the screen, a text message from Alaric’s assistant staring at me.

“Your flight to France will leave when you arrive. You will be escorted through a private terminal. The King has offered up the Private Jet.”

The King has his suspicions of Anna and me, and I have my suspicions that he secretly relishes in the fact his daughter is being obstinate and not caving with the monarchy’s requests. At some point he’s going to force my hand, all cards will be on the table and I’ll have no choice but to admit to him that he’s not crazy. His daughter and I are more than what we lead on. I’m not just her security detail and she’s not just a princess.

***

As I step out onto the balcony of the hotel room, I’m greeted with a breathtaking view. The room itself looks even more magnificent from this vantage point. The large windows showcase the elegant interior, with its tasteful furnishings and regal ambience. I turn around to see the room is bathed in soft, warm lighting, creating a cosy and inviting atmosphere. I can see the luxurious bed with its silky sheets and fluffy pillows, beckoning me to relax and unwind. The seating area is visible as well, with its comfortable sofa and stylish coffee table.

Anna steps into the hotel room, her movements heavy with exhaustion. The weight of the world seems to rest on her shoulders as she closes the door behind her with a deep sigh, leaning against it and closing her eyes. I can see the fatigue etched on her face, the lines of stress evident. She's dressed in black pants and a soft pink blouse, a departure from her usual attire. The nude heels she wears show a touch of elegance, but it's clear that she's not herself today. "Well, if this doesn't scream the breaking point of a princess, I don't know what does," I playfully remark, hoping to lighten the mood. Anna's eyes fly open, surprised to see me standing at the balcony doorway with my arms crossed over my chest.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I shake my head as she pushes off the door. As Anna walks from the door to the bed, I notice a slight limp in her step, as if she's in some kind of minor pain. Her movements are slower and more cautious than usual as if she's trying to minimize any discomfort.

"I didn't ask for your assistance," she says, her voice tinged with frustration, wincing slightly as she slides her jacket down her arms and lays it on the bed.

“Seems like you need it,” I respond, “What’s going on?” I softly ask, stepping towards her as she sits on the edge of the bed in defeat.

“You brought flowers?” She softly questions, noticing the flowers I placed in the room. “A lot of them,” she remarks, frowning for a moment as she stares towards the other vases I placed in the bedroom.

“I also brought an apology, but we can discuss that in a moment,” I respond. “What’s going on?”

Anna takes a deep breath and lifts her shoulders into a shrug, “I don’t know,” her voice is soft as she speaks. “I just—,” she trails off, wiping a tear away from her cheeks. “Why are you even here?”

She’s mad and I don’t know why. Well, I do.

“Are you going to be bitter with me?” I question, already aware of the answer. “I’m here because I love you, and it was brought to my attention that you were having a rough time on this trip. I’m here for you.”

“As my security guard?” Anna questions with bitterness lacing her words.

I shake my head, "No, I'm off the clock. I didn't get any instructions to come here. I came because it looked like you could use someone, but if that's not the case, just say the word and I'll leave." I gesture towards the door, ready to exit if that's what she wants. I won't overstay my welcome.

Noticing her silence, I nod. "I understand where I stand. I'll see myself out," I say, as her silence fills the room. If she doesn't need me here, I won't insist on staying.

As I reach for the door handle, I pause for a moment, glancing back over my shoulder. There's a part of me that hopes she might say something—anything—that could hint at needing my presence. But the room remains shrouded in her silent contemplation, and no words come to break the quiet tension.

Resigning myself to her apparent decision, I open the door and step through, letting the cool air of the corridor greet me. The sound of the door clicking shut behind me echoes slightly, marking the closure of this brief chapter.

As I walk, my thoughts linger on the encounter. Love, I've learned, has its limits. It requires openness and reciprocity to thrive. If she's not ready to engage, to lower the walls around her, then there's little more I can do. Her stubbornness, a shield that might protect her in the short term, could very well become her Achilles' heel in the long run. And as much as I might wish to be there for her, to catch her when she falls, I have to accept that I can't force that connection.

The realization stings, but it's a necessary truth. Love isn't just about presence; it's also about boundaries. Tonight, perhaps, I've set one by walking away—not out of anger or spite, but from a place of respect for her and for myself. And though I might not always be there to pick her up from the consequences of her choices, I hope she finds the strength to eventually lower her guard. I’m not like the others who are trying to corner her into something she doesn’t want. This is her world and I am merely in it.

I reach the lobby and immediately notice the crowd outside the hotel's glass doors. Curiosity and concern mix as I spot the variety of people gathered there—some with good intentions, others seemingly there just for the spectacle. A heavy sigh escapes me as my phone starts to vibrate in my pocket. Initially, I consider ignoring it, but curiosity wins over restraint when I see Anna's name on the caller ID. I pull out my phone and answer, "Yes, Anna?"

“Stay,” Anna's voice comes through the phone, unexpectedly soft and vulnerable. “Just stay.” It’s clear now—she had wanted my presence the other night but her stubbornness had kept her from saying it.

A moment of hesitation grips me as I process her words. I care deeply for her and don’t want to walk away, yet staying feels complex. Anna is fiercely independent and strong, a veritable force of nature that often leaves me bewildered. She challenges me on the days when I’m closest to giving up—though I’d never admit to her the toll it sometimes takes, especially under the weight of her high expectations and our relationship's secrecy. "Why should I stay?" I find myself asking.

There’s a pause on the line before Anna replies, her voice tinged with a rare confession of need. "Because even though I am stubborn and want to handle things on my own, deep down, you're the one I've always wanted by my side through all this. I've thought about calling you so many times but didn't want to seem weak... I’m sorry," she admits with a sigh. "I’m not perfect, and I just really need you to stay. You deserve to be heard out. You flew all this way, and I’ve been terrible."

"Okay, I will come back up," I respond, my decision made by the heartfelt honesty in her words.

Turning back from the lobby doors, I make my way to the elevator, my steps steady. Each floor I ascend, I feel a mix of apprehension and relief. This is what commitment looks like in action—choosing to return, to engage, even when the path is fraught with challenges. It would be easier to walk away before I get any deeper into things, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I have tried to talk myself out of this love and I physically can’t bring myself to do it. I love her more than I ever thought would be possible.

When the elevator dings at her floor, my heart quickens slightly. The short walk to her suite feels longer than usual, every step heavy with the weight of our past conversations and the uncertainty of what lies ahead.

I knock gently on her door, and when it swings open, I find Anna with a somewhat guarded yet hopeful expression. She steps aside to let me in, and as I cross the threshold, the tension between us starts to dissolve, replaced by a tentative truce.

“We need to talk,” she begins, her voice still carrying a hint of vulnerability. "I've realized that I've been pushing you away when really, I should be pulling you closer."

I nod, acknowledging her words. "I'm here now, and I'm listening," I assure her.

I sit on the edge of the bed beside her and she rests her head on my shoulder, “What happened, darling?”

“Which time?”

“Let’s start with why you seem to ne so down and go from there.”

“Oh, that’s a story,” Anna sighs. “The media here are insane, very suffocating.”

*** Anna’s flashback.***

The hardest thing is when there are so many people who demand your attention at once but you don’t know which direction to focus your attention. There are flashes and voices in every direction, rows of people all around me seeking to get a glimpse of me for an unknown reason. Over night I became what feels like the biggest media sensation the monarch has seen in decades. Majority of the world seems to love and relish in me, the other quarter… they hate my guts for exisiting. Moreover, they hate my guts because I am the spawn of my father. I am not sure what they know about my father that I don’t, but whatever it is, it is starting to cause a fire and the media want to know every detail of my life.

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” I comment as Niall walks beside me, my heels echoing the pavement and the shuffling of people behind me muffling the sounds around me.

“What?” His voice is laced with concern.

“Not literally,” I mutter.

I can’t breathe without people wanting to document it and report it like it’s the biggest news to hit the world. I know everyone seems enthused with my fashion choices, and on days like today when I’m wearing a bland outfit, I’m still followed. I want to get my itinerary done, that’s all.

Right now, I feel overwhelmed by the shouts and the ridicule directed towards me and my position in the monarchy. The comments from diplomats and the media only add to the pressure. It's a mix of opinions: some want me as Queen, while others despise the idea. It's challenging to navigate through these conflicting perspectives, but I'm learning.

The rush of emotions is overwhelming as the paparazzi swarm around us, their cameras flashing incessantly. It feels like the world is closing in, but I try to stay composed. The weather adds to the mix of sensations - it's not hot, but it's not cold either. It's cool and a little windy, with a gentle breeze rustling through my hair. Despite the chaos, the weather brings a sense of relief, a reminder that there's still beauty in the midst of it all.

As the crowd pushes and shoves, the cameras flashing in my face, I can feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. It's suffocating, with everyone wanting my attention. We don’t have enough security, nobody anticipated the extensive crowds. France has never been this chaotic. I look down at my heels, focusing on each step against the pavement, trying to block out the chaos. I feel like I am in the middle of bait fish, swirling around me, nowhere to move but in the direction they shove me in. I’m shoved from behind and the sides, stumbling into Niall but managing to catch mysel. Suddenly, everything happens in a blur. My vision goes black for a moment, and I find myself crumbling to the floor like a fragile piece of paper.

Gasps fill my ears as I feel my feet slip from under me, my body falling back onto the hard concrete. I take a breath, feeling the sting in my back from the impact, but I’m too stubborn to let it show in front of all these people and flashing cameras. For a brief moment, I contemplate staying down, finding solace in the escape from the suffocating attention.

But just as quickly as it began, it ended. Niall, with his comforting blue eyes, rushes to my side. His arms tenderly wrap around me as he pulls me to my feet. "I'm fine," I sigh, trying to reassure him and myself. The pain in my back lingers, a reminder of the fall, but I push through, determined to keep going. Determined not to give the media the satisfaction.

In the moment, my heart pounds with frustration and pain as I shoot a fierce glare at the crowd, desperately wishing to tell them to leave me alone. The weight of the situation hangs heavy on my shoulders as I shake my head, trying to shake off the negativity. With every step towards the car, my determination grows stronger, fueled by the need to find solace and distance myself from the chaos. It's moments like these when I realize the importance of prioritizing my well-being. I need a moment to myself, I need to go to the hotel and call it a day.

As I step into the car, a wave of longing washes over me, and I can't help but yearn for Harry's comforting presence. The urge to call him and seek solace in his voice is almost overwhelming. But I take a deep breath and remind myself that I need to find my strength in this moment.

It's a bittersweet struggle, to find a balance.

But I want him. It’s not a need, simply a want. Unfortunately, what I want and what I get are two completely different things.

*** End of Anna’s flashback ***

Anna looks at me and I heavily sigh, “I wish you’d have just called me.”

Such a simple task to help prevent this and she refused to do it. Why? Out of spite? She’s only punishing herself.

Anna moves her eyes towards the sunlight filtering through billowing curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the room, avoiding my gaze.

“They threw a straight jacket at me,” Anna whispers, the words barely leaving her lips. “I don’t know if it’s some sort of sick joke but they think I need it.”

“Again, why didn’t you just call me?”

“I'm trying to do this on my own.” … “There’s nothing you could have done.”

She is stubborn and independent, she doesn’t want to rely on me or anyone when it comes to her duties. She holds the title the best she can and doesn’t hinder anyone with the burden she carries.

“Why?” I question.

Anna grows quiet for a moment before taking a breath, “Because I’d rather do it alone than to think someone like you would ever step into this world and be by my side.”

Ouch

Someone like me? I’m a commoner in her world, I have no title.

“Anna,” I begin, “I never said I wouldn’t.”

I never once said I wouldn’t stand by her side in her world of chaos, and I never said I wouldn’t marry her, my words within the moment by the lake were misconstrued and she heard what she wanted to hear. Typical.

“You never really said you would. I don’t want to have this conversation right now. I feel like everyone wants something out of me and I don’t have anything to give, I don’t have it in me to fight this.”

“If this is about you asking me to marry you…” I trail off.

“Please, don’t make it worse.”

“Okay. But just know, I didn’t get to share my side,” I point out the fact she won’t hear me out or let me explain the moment from my point.

At the moment she asked me to marry her, I didn’t say yes because her world would not accept me as I am. Her world will furthermore turn upside down if and when it is revealed we are together, it will further fall into turmoil if we were to get married. I don’t think she is ready for the aftermath of our decisions. I don’t think she needs to add our relationship onto the plate of things she is already struggling to juggle amidst her father wanting to force his reign onto her and step down. At any given moment, he can call for his abdication and the fate of the monarchy is in Anna’s hands. At any given time her world can change and I don’t want to make it harder on her when it does. At any given point, my life changes, and my complications twist further.

“You don’t owe me an explanation. I don’t blame you for not wanting to be a part of this life.” …. “Can we just drop it?” Anna softly asks, “I’m tired, my back hurts, and I could use a long hug and—” I tenderly cut her off, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close and allowing her to relax in the comfort of my embrace.

My explanations won’t make her feel any better in this moment, my thought process on things won’t help either. The only thing I can offer is a warm hug.

After a few moments of silence, Anna pulls away from my embrace and her eyes dance towards the flowers I have sitting on the antique table. “So, why so many flowers?” Anna curiously questions.

“One vase is for my apology, one vase is because I love you, and one vase is because I do want to marry you.”

“And the bottle of wine?” Anna questions.

“Figured you could use with some wine since this tour of yours is a shit show.”

“It would be smoother if you had attended from the start.”

I chuckle, “Ah, but you told me not to.” I remind her of her specific words for me not to attend.

Anna rolls her eyes and shrugs, “Didn’t mean it.” … “Since when do you listen to me anyway?”

“Bullshit,” I murmur, “You meant it, but you were too stubborn to call me and tell me when you changed your mind.”

Anastasia giggles and nods her head, “Mhm,” She hums, “I’ll take a glass of wine now.”

I carefully pour a glass of the crisp white wine, watching as its golden liquid shimmers in the soft light of the room. Handing it to Anna, I can see the gratitude in her eyes as she sinks onto the bed, seeking solace and relaxation. Kneeling beside her, I gently reach for her feet, helping her slip off her heels, one by one. The weight of the day seems to lift from her shoulders as I hang her jacket, making sure it doesn't crease.

As I take in the sight of her, a sense of tenderness washes over me. I know she's been through a lot, and I want nothing more than to provide her with comfort and support. Seeing her take a sip of the wine, her body visibly relaxing, brings a small smile to my lips.

“Is there anything else about your day you’d like to tell me about?”

Anna glances over at me as I lay beside her on the bed, “It was shit, paparazzi hounded me, I felt like an animal in a zoo, and the dignitaries I did meet didn’t take me seriously, they didn’t bother to bow or curtsy. I don’t usually care about bowing but they’re purposely being disrespectful.”

“Sounds like security needs to change their approach.”

“Mhm,” Anna hums, “Sounds like your team is slacking,” she chuckles. “Are you coming tonight?”

I grow quiet for a moment, debating whether to go with her or stay at the hotel. “Baby, if I go, it’ll be as security.”

“I guess I’ll settle with that,” Anna nods, “I’m ordering room service before I have to get ready for the next big event, do you want anything?”

“Get me whatever you’re having. While you do that, I’m going to go visit Niall,” I smile, pushing off the bed and adjusting my jacket. Anna nods her head in response and I make my way out of her hotel room.

***

“The fuck are you doing here?” Niall questions with a smile as he allows me to enter his hotel room.

“That is quite a nice hello,” I respond as he closes the door.

Niall shrugs his shoulders, “Aren’t you meant to be with Anastasia?”

“She is waiting for room service. I have a slight problem.”

“This sounds like I’m going to need a drink,” Niall chuckles, walking towards a bottle of whiskey on the counter, “Go ahead, tell me.” He instructs, grabbing two glasses.

I take a moment to notice Niall isn’t in a normal hotel room. He’s in a penthouse that oozes opulence. As I step into the expansive living area, I am greeted by floor-to-ceiling windows that offer panoramic views of the city skyline. The space is bathed in natural light, highlighting the sleek and modern design. The open-concept kitchen is equipped with crystal glasses and an array of alcohol. It's the epitome of luxury living and a bachelor pad.

“How’d you get a penthouse?” I question curiously.

“Anna didn’t want it,” Niall responds, “She didn’t want to be alone in such a large room.”

I look down at the flooring with a small sigh, my heart breaking at the realization of her doing this tour alone and possibly feeling lonely despite me following her instructions to not attend.

"She wants to get married. She's dead serious about marrying me," I confess, my voice filled with uncertainty.

"And?" Niall responds, his tone curious. “The only problem I see is the fact she wants to marry you of all people.” … “wouldn’t be my first choice but I’m not a woman,” Niall jokingly laughs.

"Am I the only one who realizes she's the future fucking Queen of England? We can't just go ahead and get married," I lament, my heart heavy with the weight of the situation.

Niall takes a sip of his drink before handing me mine, his eyes filled with understanding. "You can do whatever the fuck you want, pal," he says, his voice laced with determination.

"But the monarchy won't allow it. There's all this protocol, and I don't fit into any of it. That's why you're being used as a beard," I explain, frustration evident in my words.

Niall gasps playfully, "I'm a beard?" He pauses for a moment before continuing, "Mate, fuck the protocol. If you love her, that's all that matters. And before you bring up your previous work before joining the monarch, it’ll be okay."

His words strike a chord within me. "But the monarchy controls everything. How do I even begin to navigate this?"

I don’t know how to navigate the monarchy side of things let alone my previous career choice.

Niall looks at me, his eyes filled with conviction. "Just fucking marry her," he says, his voice unwavering.

I take a deep breath. "But... how?" I ask, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

Niall smiles a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "The monarch only controls you if you allow it.”… “Mate, I know you’re not this dense,” Niall laughs, “Jus’ go get married, don’t tell a single soul and fucking do it. It isn’t rocket science. Forget she is a Queen, forget the monarchy, forget it all.”

I stare at him for a moment, blinking a few times as I process his responses. He makes it sound simple and easy. Is it as simple as he says?

“The worst thing that can happen is her title is revoked, and from what I see, she doesn’t give a fuck about having a title. If you don’t marry her, someone else will. While The Sovereign is Head of State, the ability to make and pass legislation resides with an elected Parliament. Parliament won’t let her rule without a husband, her Father has no choice but to push me or any Prince on her. You better get in before it’s too late.”

"You know something I don't, huh?" I raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of my drink, intrigued by Niall's earlier comment.

Niall let out a laugh, shaking his head. "Nah, mate, I know nothing. Just playing the role of a beard," he replies with a mischievous grin. “Marry her before it’s too late. Her father won’t do anything if you marry her.”

I hum in response, grateful for his support. "Thanks for the pep talk."

Niall's expression turned serious as he leaned in closer. "Anytime, mate. Now, I have to get ready for my next event as a beard,” Niall informs me, “Heaven forbid I wear the same suit,” he gestures towards the hanging wrack of multiple suits, “It’s a nightmare trying to keep up with her world. My world as an under the radar prince is much more bearable.”

I chuckle, “I’m attending too, I feel your pain.” I respond before walking out of the penthouse and making my way back to Anna’s hotel room.

Anna’s POV

My breath catches in my throat the moment I realize I've missed the dress code memo—I'm clad in white while everyone else is decked out in crimson red. I wore white as the invitation stipulated. It feels like I'm adrift in a tumultuous sea, with all eyes fixed on me, and a whirlwind of emotions threatening to engulf me.

Glancing towards Niall, who appears unfazed by the situation, I find a sense of reassurance. He, too, stands out, yet his indifference is not detectable. "Do you want to leave?" he asks calmly.

I ponder his suggestion for a fleeting moment. Yes, I want to escape this uncomfortable spotlight, but I refuse to grant anyone the satisfaction of seeing me retreat. I want to scream into a non-existent hole and never return as I fall in. Despite the stares and murmurs swirling around me, I summon my resolve. "No," I reply firmly. "I'll manage."

Before I can even process the implications of my response, a dignitary approaches with an air of arrogance, commenting on my "bold choice of dress" with a smug grin.

Niall's swift intervention catches me off guard. His voice cuts through the tension with a sharp retort, defending my unconventional attire. "Bold choice for a bold Queen," he declares, his words laced with defiance. "I think it's a bit less subtle than your ego and shit-eating grin."

The dignitary recoils at the unexpected challenge. "That's rude," he sputters indignantly. "You don't know who you're speaking to."

Niall's response is unwavering. "I don't care about your status when it comes to trying to humiliate someone. Nice try, but she still outshines the rest of these broads."

"A social snubbing seems rather juvenile, doesn't it?" I remark with a confident smile, my tone dripping with subtle disdain. "Engaging in childish games like Chinese whispers hardly befits adults. Perhaps it's time for you to rejoin the rest of the giggling children," I suggest, gesturing dismissively towards the corner where the gossipers linger.

"It isn't my fault you are the laughingstock of walking royals," The man calmly comments.

"I'm well aware that my reputation might serve as fodder for laughter, but let's not underestimate the value I bring to this occasion by attracting attention," I assert, emphasizing my acknowledgement of being exploited for publicity.

My words cut through the tension like a knife, asserting my authority and refusing to allow their petty behaviour to diminish me. In taking control of the situation, I reclaim my power and refuse to be a pawn in their game.

***

As I weave through the crowd, Harry's reassuring presence by my side is a welcome comfort amidst the sea of scrutiny. With each step, his genuine compliments lift my spirits, offering a glimmer of confidence in the face of relentless judgment.

"Anna, you look absolutely beautiful," he murmurs softly, his words like a soothing balm to my battered self-esteem. "You're like a breath of fresh air in this sea of crimson,” he chuckles.

In moments of levity, he peppers our conversation with playful banter and flirtation, his teasing remarks a welcome distraction from the negativity surrounding us. "You know, Anna," he chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "I've always admired someone who dares to stand out. But I think we might have taken it a step too far with your fashion choices tonight."

His playful jests bring a genuine smile to my lips, momentarily easing the weight of judgment that threatens to crush me. In Harry's company, I feel seen, valued, and cherished—a rare source of warmth and affection amidst the chilly reception of the crowd. “Hush,” I chuckle.

Leaning against the bar, I feel the weight of the crowd pressing in around me, their expectations and judgments looming large. Despite the social obligation to mingle, I find myself rooted in place, unwilling to engage.

"This is different," Harry remarks, his voice tinged with boredom and frustration.

"We could certainly make it more interesting," I suggest playfully, leaning in closer to him. "You're making my head spin in that suit," I whisper, my lips brushing against his ear.

Harry chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe it's because I fit in," he replies, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Coat closet?" I inquire, my hand resting lightly on his back as I draw nearer to him. "I really want you.”

“We are in public.”

"Who cares? They don't like me anyway," I shrug, feeling a surge of defiance as I push off the bar and stride away, not bothering to look back as I know Harry will follow.

Weaving through the crowd, I navigate towards a quieter area, my heart racing with anticipation. With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I reach for Harry's hand, our fingers intertwining as we move with purpose.

Finding a secluded coat closet, I pull us both inside, the soft click of the door locking behind us echoing in the enclosed space. With a playful smile dancing on my lips, I turn to face Harry, the air between us charged with anticipation. As our eyes lock, a magnetic pull draws our bodies closer, until there’s barely an inch of space separating us.

With a gentle yet firm grasp, Harry pulls me closer, his touch sending shivers down my spine. Our lips meet in a fiery embrace, the kiss igniting a passionate inferno within me. Lost in the heat of the moment, I surrender myself completely to the intoxicating sensation of his lips moving against mine.

Every touch, every caress, sends shivers of pleasure coursing through my body, awakening a hunger I never knew existed.

As we lose ourselves in each other, time seems to stand still, the outside world fading into oblivion. “What are we doing?” he softly asks.

"I'm in a dress, so please, for the love of God, give me your all," I breathe out, "Give me you," I demand, causing him to raise a brow.

"Right here?" He asks, “You sure?”

Sometimes, you have to do what you have to do. There is nowhere else that we will be adorned with privacy.

"Any other time and place we are interrupted, right here, right now," I confirm. "There are no cameras, no staff, no interruptions, fuck it, fuck me."

Harry stands in front of me, blinking owlishly. I sigh and shake my head before moving to the side, my hand reaching for the door we entered from.

He isn't interested.

Abruptly, he seizes me and pushes me against the wall. My back hits the wall as one hand cups my neck and the other rushes to my hip, leaving very little space between us. His lips waste no time with leaving rained kisses on my exposed skin, butterflies in my stomach soaring with every luscious kiss settled to my skin.

He caresses my shoulder and bequeaths a trail of kisses leading to my collarbone, my fevered skin shivering at each moment his raspberry-red lips leave their mark. I tilt my head to the side as he advances to kiss the slender skin column of my neck, producing a meagre exhale to escape my lips.

Finally.

He urges his body closer to mine, and my breath hitches in my throat while he bites my neck mildly, just enough to enthral me. My chest rises up and down, and I sense his breath brushing my skin with every moment that transpires. He takes bold possession of my lips, kissing me vigorously and passionately with his sumptuous, sensuous and velour soft lips that drip with honey. My hands haste to Harry's physique, which deserves to be on statues, chiselled by the greatest artists. My leg encloses around his body to draw him closer, a wild desire and yearning to take power. His hand drifts to cup my boob, my body continuing to advance into his as tongues slip and surge in superfluous movements.

He takes his palm and glides it up to my inner thigh, my dress being of no concern to him. He takes his time, welcoming every inch of my inner thigh that he can, feeling every inch like a map for him to follow. Finally, he discovers the lace beneath my dress, and my palms clutch his shoulders. He glides a finger across the lace, my leg wrapping tighter around him while the other holds me up, keening anticipation humming through my veins.

I draw away from our kiss and let out a breath, my chest rising rapidly as he teases me with extremely light glides across the lace. "How much do you want this?" Harry challenges with a soft voice and a grin on his face. "Because I don't think you want this enough."

"I need you, now," I murmur, my fingers burrowing into his shirt while he brushes his finger over the lace of my underwear.

"You sure?" ... "Tell me how much you need me," Harry instructs, gradually positioning himself on his knees and thoroughly pressing his hand to the back of my thigh.

"Don't do this," I whine as he begins to kiss my skin, slowly making his way up my thigh.

Harry gently squeezes his hand on the back of my inner thigh and leaves a few more sweet kisses on my skin. I tilt my head back, my mouth allowing a small groan to escape as I am enthralled with him getting closer and closer to where I want him.

"I'm still waiting," Harry responds, his breath tapping my skin, driving me crazier.

"Harry, just put me out of my misery and—"I begin, frustrated with him, but my words trail off as he slides the lace to the side, ever so nonchalantly.

"And?" Harry questions, standing back to his feet, his hand pressed to the lace band of my underwear, tampering with my sanity.

"And do what you do best. Why do you make this so fucking frustrating you're—, oh," I trail off the moment he graces me with his presence and slides a finger inside me, shutting me up instantly. I tilt my head back and softly moan.

"Is that what you wanted?" He grins cockily, working his fingers in a circular motion, causing me to want more and more of his breathtaking movements.

"Don't stop."

Delighted with excited anticipation, he slides in another finger, my toes curling within my heeled stilettos, my hand clutching fistfuls of his shirt, my body focusing on the sensation he's dominantly advancing, his fingers twisting in a circular motion. My eyes narrow to half-mast, my head is tilting back, my nails digging into his shirt as he continues to grin. I needed this.

Harry chuckles as I begin to dance my hands along with the band of his pants, hinting at what I want next.

"Gettin' ahead of yourself already," Harry grins, "I'm not done," He continues, catching me off guard as he slows his circular motions and lowers himself back down to his knees. He rides my dress up and grasps the back of my thighs, kissing his way up my thighs. My fingers press his shoulders while my other hand holds my dress. He bites gently on my inner thigh, a small chuckle escaping his lips before I go weak at my knees, enthralled by the motions of his tongue.

His hands squeeze the back of my thigh harder, in turn, my fingers squeeze his shoulders as my legs begin to quiver. I feel the rushing, narcotic power building in my body, "Harry," I moan his name, fighting the power and squirming as he gets closer and closer to finding the exact spot I have been demanding.

I feel the building pressure, the climax coming at me in digging waves, but Harry stops. He stands to his feet, and I go to protest, but I'm stopped the moment he unbuttons his pants, thrilling me further and entering slowly. His hand presses against the wall, and we work together, at first going slow before he gradually inclines his thrusts, my hips moving to work with his.

My eyes roll to half-mast as my residence is broken and my body weakens, entirely falling into him with pleasure.

I catch my breath as he holds me up, my nails removing from their emended position on his shoulders.

I smile at him as my dress falls back to its original length and my leg unwraps from around him. He holds me tighter, my legs shaking even further.

"You okay?" He breathes, pressing me back against the wall while holding me securely.

I nod, "Just for future reference; I'll be getting you back for demanding praise before pleasure."

Harry shrugs as he drops his arm from me and begins to adjust himself and his pants. "You dragged me in here."

"If I had to wait for you to drag me in here, we'd never get anywhere."

"I'm sorry I prefer to pleasure you in complete privacy."

"Up your game, Styles," I smile, adjusting my dress.

Harry rolls his eyes, "I look forward to your revenge, darling." Harry winks as he cocks his head and looks me up and down, "Your quivering legs say you're satisfied."

"Very," I nod, "Next time, it's my turn to pleasure you."

Harry grins and agrees, "Revenge and all." ... "We have to leave before we are caught,” Harry whispers, kissing me sweetly and softly, enthralling me further. “or, we could leave and do this again at the hotel?”

“Give me twenty minutes?” I whisper, biting his lip gently before pulling away from him with a giggle.

“20 minutes,” he nods, picking up a white jacket off the floor and placing it over one of the racks, “Be ready.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I respond with a grin.

***

I take a sip of champagne, the sweet bubbles doing little to lift the weight of unease settling in my chest, I find myself scanning the room. Amidst the murmurs of conversation and the tinkling of glasses, I search for a familiar set of eyes, a gaze that I can lose myself in, finding solace and reassurance. But as I glance around, there's a palpable absence—a void where that comforting presence should be.

Instead, I feel like a stranger in a sea of faces, an outsider whose presence is tolerated rather than welcomed. Despite the grandeur of the event and the esteemed company surrounding me, there's not a single friendly face to be found. It's as if I'm here merely as a pawn, a prop for the publicity of the charity, my political power being exploited to boost their noble cause.

Beneath the veneer of camaraderie and philanthropy lies a darker truth—a truth that whispers of ulterior motives and hidden agendas. While they may shower me with accolades and praise in public, behind closed doors, I'm little more than a target for their machinations. They seek to use me for their own gain, to elevate themselves at my expense, all while casting me as the laughingstock of their clandestine games.

Amidst the glittering facade of the event, I find myself grappling with the harsh reality of my position—a position of power and influence, yes, but also one fraught with betrayal and manipulation. And as I navigate this treacherous landscape, all I want is one thing: Harry.

The weight of the world bears down on my shoulders, pressing relentlessly until I feel like I might crumble beneath its crushing force. All I want is to release that burden, to let it fall and shatter into irreparable pieces, scattered across the ground where they can never be reassembled. Perhaps in the chaos of shattered fragments, I might find some semblance of peace—a respite from the relentless pressure that threatens to consume me.

Tonight, I've been made the object of ridicule, the subject of whispered conversations that follow me like a shadow amidst the sea of crimson dresses—a sea teeming with vengeance, malice, and envy. My dress has been trampled upon, my path obstructed by subtle yet deliberate shoves disguised as accidents. Yet through it all, I've maintained my composure, standing tall and resolute.

I am the future Queen, and queens do not falter. They do not yield to the sting of humiliation or the ache of betrayal. Instead, they forge ahead with unwavering determination, their gaze fixed firmly on the horizon, their resolve unshakeable in the face of adversity. Unfortunately for me, I’m faking it until I make it.

The room is cold despite the press of many bodies. As I stand isolated amidst the chatter, an usher approaches with a small, polite smile. "Anastasia, here is your coat," he says, handing me a folded item before pocketing the note card with my name. "Wait," I call after him as something feels amiss. I unfurl the garment, and a chill runs through me—it's not my coat, but a white straitjacket, cruelly disguised as courtesy. My heart plummets, confusion and horror swirling within me as I scan the room, trying to discern who might have orchestrated such a vicious joke.

I clutch the straitjacket tightly against my chest, masking it as best as I can. My eyes sting with unshed tears; I need to get out. Moving quickly through the crowd, I push past oblivious guests, each brush a reminder of my urgency to escape. The exit seems agonizingly distant as my focus narrows to those glass doors—my lifeline to fresher air, to a sliver of sanity.

Suddenly, I collide with someone. "Anna?" a familiar voice questions, but I don’t stop to acknowledge Niall or his concerned gaze. I can't afford to—every moment here is a moment too long.

The glass doors are nearby yet seem impossibly distant as I fix my gaze on them, relying on their promise of escape to steady my breath. Maybe the air is fresher on the other side, maybe life is kinder there. Suddenly, fingers curl around my wrist, pulling me aside, and the doors vanish from my view. I recognize the touch, and I know whose eyes are searching for mine, but I can't bring myself to look up. "Anastasia,” his voice is soothing, like gentle waves caressing the shore, soft and comforting. Unable to hold back any longer, tears overflow, tracking down my face. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing my desperate need for space, for air. I wrench my wrist free with a quiet determination and push through the last few feet separating me from the doors.

I push through the heavy doors, my escape almost thwarted as my dress catches on my heels. I stumble throwing the straitjacket to the floor before quickly regaining my balance, pausing to gather myself and notice the small tear at the hem of my dress. The tears are still evident, cascading uncontrollably down my cheeks like a relentless waterfall. The realization hits me hard—I can't do this anymore. I am the pawn of cruel jokes, a pawn in a game I never wanted to play. I hastily wipe the tears from my cheeks, each swipe of my hand a feeble attempt to erase the humiliation and pain that overwhelm me.

My heel not only ripped my hem but also at the straps of my dress. I notice one small strap is now broken, hanging loosely down my chest. Frantically, I press my hand against the thin material, trying to hold the dress in place and conceal my cleavage. The vulnerability of the moment intensifies my discomfort, adding a physical exposure to the emotional rawness I'm already feeling. Every step becomes a careful calculation, my other hand clutching the fabric to keep myself covered, as I navigate away from the scene with as much dignity as I can muster.

As I take a step forward, I collide with another figure—Harry, who always seems to be just where I least expect him. "Why are you everywhere?" I mutter, frustration and distress mingling with the tears still streaming down my face.

"Oh, Anna," he replies softly, his tone laden with concern and something akin to tenderness, yet all I feel is the crushing weight of humiliation and vulnerability forced upon me back in that room.

I shake my head and step away from him. I don’t want him, or anyone else for that matter, to see me cry. I don’t want to be seen like this.

As I step outside, the cool night air brushes against my face, sharp and liberating. I pause, allowing the chill to wash away the stifling warmth and turmoil I left behind. The streets here are quieter, the night’s embrace a stark contrast to the harsh lights and even harsher stares at the event.

Suddenly, a flash catches me off guard. Before I can react, another burst of light confirms a photographer has caught me in this vulnerable state. As I brace for more, a figure steps in front of me, blocking the subsequent flashes. “Wrong door,” Harry mutters with a sigh. “It’s okay,” he reassures, swiftly draping his jacket over my shoulders and buttoning it up to cover my compromised dress. His quick thinking spares me from further exposure, though he can’t shield the tears streaking my makeup or erase the night’s indignities.

He turns to face the barrage of flashes, effectively shielding me with his body. Behind his back, his hand seeks mine, fingers intertwining subtly as he guides me through the throng of relentless paparazzi. I keep my head down, relying on his presence to protect me from prying eyes and cameras that are eager to capture every moment of their headlines.

He guides me into a secluded alley before opening a nondescript door. For a moment, I fear we are re-entering the event I’d fled, and I instinctively loosen our intertwined fingers. “I don’t want to go back in,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

“We’re not going back. We’re just waiting for a car,” he reassures me, gently pulling me closer to him. He presses me against his chest, his hand cradling the back of my head, soothingly stroking my hair before his grip shifts to the nape of my neck. As tears begin streaming down my cheeks, my quiet crying soon transforms into soft sobs, my tears soaking into his shirt.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his embrace tightening as his other arm wraps around my waist. Though I hadn't intended to let my guard down, the floodgates open—I can no longer hold back my emotions.

The raw, self-doubting thoughts swirl through my mind. "Maybe I'm not cut out for this," I confess, the words thick with despair. "I don't have the mental or emotional strength to deal with being ridiculed, or being handed a straitjacket as if I belong in an asylum." A bitter laugh escapes my lips, tinged with irony. "Maybe I do belong in one, and I don't even realize it."

Tears cascade down my cheeks as I finally muster the courage to lift my eyes to Harry. There's a desperate need in my gaze—a profound longing for reassurance that everything will eventually be alright, despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary. In his eyes, I search for a sign, any indication that I can find solace and strength to continue amidst the chaos that has enveloped my life.

“You are not crazy, you’re human and you don’t need these people’s approval for anything. All that this place is known for is the river Seine.”

A small chuckle escapes my lips at his attempt to lighten the mood. "It's known for a lot more, I appreciate the gesture though," I reply, grateful for his effort to bring a smile to my face amidst the chaos.

"It's a fashion house, but from what I saw, they seem to have a rather limited colour palette," Harry quips, his tone playful as he nods towards the sea of crimson-clad guests behind the walls.

"And here I thought they were just really committed to a theme," I quip back, a hint of amusement colouring my words.

These feelings of inadequacy and confusion, magnified by the night's harsh events, weigh heavily on me. The public persona I'm forced to maintain feels like a mask that's cracking, revealing the fragile reality beneath.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” I whimper, struggling to stop the tears that continue to pour down my cheeks.

“I know, baby, I know,” Harry whispers, pulling me back into his chest and holding me tightly.

In his warm embrace, I find a haven from the storm raging within me. In this moment, nothing else matters—not the whispers of the crowd, nor the prying eyes of onlookers. All that exists is the comforting strength of his arms enveloping me, anchoring me to the present and soothing the turmoil in my heart.

As tears stream down my cheeks, his touch becomes a lifeline, guiding me through the tempest of emotions with unwavering tenderness. His whispered words of comfort wash over me like a gentle breeze, offering reassurance and support amid my turmoil.

Sensing my need for a more comfortable space to release my emotions, he gently lowers us both to the ground, cradling me in his arms as I allow myself to fully surrender to the weight of my tears. Here, nestled against his chest, I find solace in the softness of his embrace and the warmth of his presence.

In this moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, I find peace. In his arms, I am safe, I am loved, and I am understood, I am home. No matter where we are, he is always my safety net, my home and the person I look for in a crowded room.

After some time and Harry allowing me to cry into him, we make our way to a black car parked at the curb. Harry manoeuvres me ahead of him, opening the passenger door with a protective urgency. I quickly slip inside, and he follows, shutting the door behind us with a reassuring thud. This car isn't part of the official royal fleet or any of the usual rentals—it feels more personal, more private.

As he drapes his arm around me, I release a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding and lean into the warmth of his embrace. “The hotel, please,” Harry informs the driver.

“How does he know where to go? He wasn’t our driver.” I ask.

“He knows,” Harry responds softly, “How about we crawl into bed, finish watching that series you’ve been watching and order some room service? I’ve heard the desserts are delicious.” Harry offers in an attempt to lighten the mood and the events of the night.

I nod my head in agreement. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than curl up in bed with him and forget the night and this life I have been thrown into.

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notafinalgirl · 6 months ago

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It All Happened Because of a Stupid Party. Pt2.

masterlist Part 1

AN: I started and posted part 1 so long ago I never followed it up because I thought it was kind of sucky... but I have decided to give it another shot.. big thanks to @dexter99 for reminding me of this story and how much I loved it!!

I don’t know how long we have been kissing just that I don’t want to stop anytime soon. My hands had made it into his hair and my back was up against something pinning me closer to him. I felt his tongue swipe across my bottom lip, and I gladly accepted it deepening the kiss. After a while we broke away to catch our breath. I looked around the room looking at everything but him not wanting to look him in the eye.

Billy was gone. He probably looking for some other girl to hit on. Before I could back away, he gently grabbed my chin making me look him in the face. I open my mouth, but he stops me. “Thanks for that.” Steve smirks taking his hand off my chin and walking away.

What the fuck just happened. I kissed Steve… Steve Harrington, my brothers new best friend, and Nancys ex-boyfriend. OH MY GOD Nancy! I have to find Nancy.

I look everywhere for her again. What if she saw it, the kiss? What if she is mad? “I think they left.” I hear Steves voice say snaping me out of my spiral. “Fuck.” I let slip without meaning to. “Do you need a drive home? I could take you.” He offers. “No.” I say a little to quickly. He flinches stepping back as if the word hurt him. “I just mean I think a little fresh air will be good for me. I don’t live far.” I explain. I step forward trying to close the distance he left. “Plus I don’t think the two of us .. alone... in a car together is a very good idea.” I say turning on my heal and walk away as smoothly as I can heading for the door and down the street to my house before I say or do anything else I might regret.

I finally made it home and tipped toed into my room not wanting to wake up Dustin and having to face him and the millions of questions he would have tonight. Looking in the mirror I relies I still have his jacket on I take it of and lay it on the chair in my room before taking off my ruined shirt throwing it into the corner of my room to be worried about later. I plopped myself down on my bed thinking what the fuck did I just do.

I woke up to the sound of plates clattering in the kitchen and Dustin yelling about not being able to find something. lazily getting up and go into the kitchen I see mom already sitting in her chair while Dustin is looking, or should I say tearing up the house looking for something. “Dude what the hell are you looking for?” I ask as I go to get a bowl out the cabinet.

“The Walkman Steve let me Borrow” just like that you freeze. Thinking about what you did last night and then running off like a coward. “I’m supposed to give it back to him this afternoon.”

You turn around and continue to fix your bowl of cereal when your mother chimes in.

“oh honey I’m sure it will turn up soon don’t worry about it”.

Dustin was already halfway down the hall probable going to tear up his room more than it already was when the phone started to ring. You got up and walked across the kitchen to answer it.

“Hello”

“Hey, come meet me at the new mall I need a shopping buddy” said Nancy on the other side.

“Oh, so you need me now what about when you ditched me last night”.

” I didn’t ditch you I thought you left already after your pouty ass was no longer in the corner Just get dressed and meet me over there pleeeeease”

” Fine” you say defeated. She wouldn’t be inviting me if she saw us, right? If she was mad?

I look through the crowd looking for Nancy when Dustin asks for some money. “No, you already made me drive you here you can at least bring your own money.”

“I just wanted to get some ice-cream; I didn’t know hangovers made you such a bitch.” He says with an attitude. I open my mouth to call him some chose words back, but a voice interrupts me.

“Dude don’t be so harsh to your sister, and I’ll give you a free scoop when my break is over promise.”

I looked back recognizing whose voice it was immediately, the one person I’m trying to avoid, trying to forget. Oh, but how could you forget how soft his lips were or how good it felt when he pulled me closer to him and his hair ah don’t even get me started about his hair. Breaking me out of my daydream was someone tapping on my shoulder.

“There you are now!! Come on the shoes won’t buy themselves.” Nancy says with a giggle.

I turn toward the Ice cream shop that Steve and Dustin are already heading towards no doubt making Steve keep his promise of a free scoop. I faintly hear Dustin defending the comment he made earlier by saying its my fault for drinking when he has been home only a day.

Should I tell her about the kiss... get it all out in the open. Yes. I need to. “umm Nancy can we talk about last night?

“Look… I’m sorry about leaving, me and Johnathan got into a huge fight about me being drunk and I made him take me home.” She answers.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yes, he called this morning and apologized.” Nancy tells me continuing shopping.

“So did anything interesting happen at the party while I was gone?” She asks as we walk out the store with bags in hand.

“Actually...” I start.

“Hello ladies, so good to see the two of you ... you know still all friendly after last night.” Billy Interrupts. I fell my body freeze in place watching Nancys face turn up half disgust half confused. How does Billy even know who I am much less that me and Nancy are friends. “Wow Billy crazy to see you in here, didn’t know they had a duchbag store nearby.” I Interject hoping to change the subject. Just then I see A red headed girl iv come to know as Max, aka Billys stepsister. That’s got to be how he figured me out. “You know its super crazy to see you here too... I figured you and your boy would be hungover together the way you were … exploring the kitchen together last night.” He quips back with a smirk.

My mouth is so dry I can’t speak. Luckily Nancy is just looking at me so confused. “she didn’t tell you about her and king hair boy?”

As Max starts walking closer “looks like Shithead is finally ready to go home.” He says walking away from the bomb he just dropped.

“Nancy... I can explain.” I plea as she sits now on a near by bench by the fountain.

“You and Steve…” She mutters out.

“Yes, It was only one kiss and it was all because of Billy and ..” I try and defend myself.

“Wow.” Nancy exclaims “look at the time your late to meet up with Dustin.” She quickly gets up.

“Fuck Dustin right now... are you mad at me? I ask

“No, no, no… I don’t think so…. This is just a lot to process. I just need a little time to wrap my head around it.” She quickly answers.

“We should have a sleepover like we used to do in middle school… tomorrow?” she says making her way to the exit.

Walking into scoops ahoy I immediately notice Dustin and Steve sitting in the corner booth. Steve is wearing his Scoops ahoy hat, no one else could pull off a hat like that and still make it attractive. . NO NO NO you cannot be thinking of him in that way no matter how cute he is or how good of a kisser he is! Not until you talk with Nancy for real.

I sit next to the boys as Steve notices me and quickly gets up. “Back to work I go.” He mumbles as he walks behind the counter. I can’t help but notice the cute girl behind the counter laughing at a joke he made. I can feel the twinge of jealousness as she hits his shoulder jokingly. “Are you done drooling over Steve so we can go home now?” Dustin asks

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gothidecorem · 1 year ago

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Okay, so in my original idea, this was supposed to be spicy but I can’t get the dumb adhd brain to get past this spot. So, here is my short little Chris Shiherlis blurb.

Warnings: uh, language I suppose. Does Chris himself count as a warning? Spoilers for sure if you’ve never seen Heat. (Also switched a couple events around)

Tags💖: @valmare @sakar-rad

The walk back to the condo from the coffee shop was brisk, but needed. The wind blowing across the ocean, moonlight illuminating what the streetlights couldn’t touch. After a day like today, all that I wanted to do was relax on the deck & listen to the ocean before bed. After what seemed like an eternity trying to fumble for the right key, I finally made my way through the door and into the kitchen to make some tea. Grabbing a mug from the cupboard, I turn around and immediately lose grip, dropping it to the floor, spotting a figure laying in the living room. The sound of porcelain shattering startled the figure, jolting up abruptly.

“Damnit Chris. Good thing it wasn’t my favorite mug or you’d be buying me a new one.” I joke, grabbing a broom & sweeping up the pieces.

“When is Neil gonna get some furniture?” He asks, making his way to the bar. I reach up to grab another mug to make him a cup as well.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” After starting the kettle finally, I excuse myself and head to the bedroom to change into some comfier clothes. I also call Charlene to see what’s up. After a few rings, she answers. “Chris is at my place. What’s wrong?”

“Husband and wife stuff.” She says, venom hanging on every word.

“Cut the crap, Charlene.” I say, laying on my bed.

“You’re one to talk. As if my husband hasn’t been seeing you behind my back. Don’t think I don’t know what’s been going on.”

“Yeah, maybe in the daydreams in your head. I’ve told you time and time again there’s nothing going on between us.” The woman doth project too much.

“Go ahead and keep lying to yourself, honey. I-“

“No, you listen. Don’t act like you don’t go around cheating on Chris. Or do I need to remind you about the whole hotel situation. Yeah, that’s right, Neil told me everything. Don’t continue to project onto him & I to make yourself feel justified in being a bitch.” I’ve always tried to play nice for Chris & Neil’s sake but I’ve never liked the woman. Never have and definitely never will for the way she treats those around her.

“Yano what, you can have him. I’m done talking to you.” She said, abruptly hanging up the phone. Nerves on high alert and anger already boiling, I let it take over and launch my phone at the wall. The moment it crashed, there was a faint knock & the door slightly cracked open.

“Just wanted to let you know the tea is ready. I finished making it for you.” Chris slowly walks in, two mugs in hand. Joining me on the floor by my bed, he passes me the tea. The burn of the tea feels nice, easing the aggravation.

“So what happened?” I ask, pulling the blanket down for us to share.

“Not enough steaks in the freezer.” He said nonchalantly, sipping on his tea.

“With what you guys do, I doubt that.” I mumble under my breath, “unless she’s also a gold digger.” To the untrained eye, it would’ve gone unnoticed, but a flicker of shock flashed in his eyes. “Don’t act surprised, Shiherlis. I’m not oblivious.”

“Vegas & the Super Bowl cleaned me out.”

“Everyone has their vices, some costing more than others. You don’t deserve half the shit she puts you through because of that though.”

He sets his cup down, full attention on me. “What do you mean by that?”

“I hope I’m not the one breaking this to you, but you realize she has something going for her on the side, right? Neil caught her sneaking around at that seedy motel near downtown.” He slumps down, putting his head in his hands. “This whole time she’s been trying to pin the blame on me, on us, saying we’re sneaking around but the whole time she was just-“

“Seriously? She’s been saying that shit to you this whole time?” He says, quickly sitting back up.

“Since the day we met. She’s never liked me and the feeling is mutual. Sorry-“

“Don’t be, I get it.”

The truth is, while there may not be anything but friendship between him & I, I’ve had feelings for him since soon after he and I met. Those feelings haven’t gone away, they’ve just gotten stronger the closer we got. Neil warned me not to get too wrapped up, especially with the job.

“There’s no point. That’s the cold truth of the business. Have no attachments, allow nothing to be in your life you cannot walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you spot the heat around the corner.”

“You took me in, didn’t you?”

“You’re a special case & you’re not here all the time. You know where to find me and I know where to find you if shit hits the fan.”

Chris’s head falling on my shoulder shook me out of my thoughts. He looked so at peace with the way the moonlight hit his face, blond hair falling down. Brushing it out of the way, attempting to help him feel as calm as he looked, he sat up again & stared me down. It was a little hard to read just what emotions he had on his face.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have played-“ he cupped his hands around my face, pulling me in for a kiss. The kiss didn’t last more than a couple moments, and before I knew it he was scrambling backwards.

“Sorry, I didn’t…I wasn’t thinking-“

“Don’t be sorry, Chris, just do it again.”

#chris shiherlis #heat #heat 1995 #val kilmer #chris shiherlis x reader

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eadanga · 18 days ago

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The Graduate Part 7

Summary: A year after graduating Chris and Laura begin planning their wedding what new challenges await them as the wedding draws near?

Laura exits out the car and waves to her friends “Thank girls for the amazing night” She shuts the door as they drive away and heads inside “Woo what a night”

Chris steps out from the bedroom he smiles when he sees her “Hey there you” He kisses her cheek “Have a good time?”

“Yes I did” Laura takes off her heels “Right now I’m exhausted”

Chris grins “I know the best thing for exhaustion” He lifts her up in his arms

Laura giggles “Chris what are you doing?” He carries her to the bedroom and sets her on the bed gently he heads to the drawers tossing her pajamas “Change into this I’ll be right back” He heads out the door then pokes his head back in grinning “Don’t move from there”

Laura smiles as she changes into her pajamas then lays on the bed. As she scrolls through her phone the smell of chocolate begins to fill the room What is Chris up to?

Chris returns with two mugs of hot chocolate he hands one to her “For you madam”

Laura smiles as she takes it and sips “Mmmm this is good Chris”

“I’m glad you love it it’s my mom’s recipe has some spices in there so you’re not hungover tomorrow”

“Thanks Chris you’re the best”

“So are you and you can unlock more fiancé features like massages and cuddling”

Laura sighs as she rests her head on his chest “I’ll take the cuddling”

Chris smiles as he wraps his arms around her “I agree” He kisses her forehead

“I’m sure you wanna know what happened with Nicole”

Chris sighs as he pinches the bridges of his nose “Please tell me she didn’t say anything that upset you if she got into your head I will hunt her down”

“No Chris she regretted what happened between you two I think her attempt to get back with you was her trying to make things right”

Chris rolled his eyes “Well a little late for that I have nothing to say to her in fact I don’t ever want her name coming up again” He pulls her closer “I hope you don’t talk to her again I don’t trust her and I don’t want her near you”

“Oh don’t worry Chris I won’t”

“Good she’s my past you’re my future”

“Forever and always”

Chris kisses her softly “I love you”

“I love you too” She yawns

Chris chuckles “Now rest your pretty little eyes babe”

Laura moves closer and Chris tightens his arms around her and they fall asleep in each other’s arms

****

Chris wakes up to the sound of Laura’s phone buzzing Who could be calling her this early in the morning? Chris grabs her phone then slips out the room without waking Laura up “Hello?”

“Ms. Day there was an incident at the dress shop and your dress…”

“Hold on what happened to my fiancé’s dress?”

“Oh are you Chris?”

“Yeah tell me what happened?”

There’s a sigh then she speaks “Well there was a fire we had a wiring problem and it sparked not all the dress is burned but”

Chris’s eyes go wide “Ok listen to me she can not find out about this she’ll be really devastated I’m gonna come down there and see”

“Ok I’ll see you”

Chris immediately gets dressed then grabs his keys and dashes out the door” He arrives at the dress shop he sees firefighters outside accessing the damage

One lady approaches him “Are you her fiancé?”

“Yeah I am can you show me what happened?”

The sales lady ushers him inside and shows him the burned dress on the hanger “If only the fire department got here sooner”

Chris runs his fingers through his hair as he paces “Oh my God this is gonna kill her”

“I know I can refund your money”

“Who cares about the money? Look at it” Chris points at he dress “She can’t wear that there’s nothing left of it”

“I’m so sorry”

“It’s not your fault” Chris sighs as he pulls out his phone “I gotta call in a favor”

Chris dials Becca and she answers on the third ring “Chris it’s so early what?”

“Becca tell me you know someone who can deliver a wedding dress quickly”

“What happened?”

“Well let’s say Laura’s dress is a little…crispy”

“What?! What’s the name of that place?! We’re gonna sue the hell out of it!”

“We can do that later right now we need solutions”

Becca pauses for a moment speaks in a way that Chris can almost hear her grin on the phone “I’ve got this she’s gonna love what I got planned”

Tags: @indiacater @choicesgodfanatic @the-soot-sprite @darley1101 @jared2612

#choices fan fiction #choices fanfiction #chris fanfiction #choices fandom #the freshmen series #the sophomore #choices the senior #the junior #tf/ts/tj/ts #choices tf/ts #chris x mc #chris fanfic #chris powell

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Mr Evershed x student!reader - the reason behind it all

Can we please have a part 3 of Mr Evershed x Student!reader - the reason behind it all, where R is placed in Kinship care with Mr. Evershed and Bella? Kinship care is where someone the kid knows but isn't related takes them in for while, reunification is thr goal of foster care unless parental rights are terminated assuming R's parents lost parental rights. Sources foster care YouTube Be the Village - @witchreporter 💜

Part four:

A/N: so I did some google research for this to find o it more about kinship care in the uk :)

You were in care for a few months while everything was going on with your parents, and after a while, it was deemed that your parents weren’t fit to care for you at all, and they lost all parental rights over you.

So it was now a battle for your social worker to find somewhere more permanent for you, and the only places they could all find were well outside Ackley bridge.

“Put me there in just gonna runaway.” You mused.

“We may have no other choice (Y/N).” The woman sighed.

“Like I said, put me there amma runaway.”

She sighed and looked at you, watching as you played on the Xbox in the staff room.

It was after school, and while you foster parents were here as well, they wanted to include Mr Evershed because as your current headteacher he had a better connection with you.

You set your controller down and gave Bella a little pat on the head making her wag her tail.

“We can keep you for a little while (Y/N), but we can’t look after you in the long run I’m afraid, we’re only a temporary solution.”

“Yes Robert, I know that.” You sassed.

“Hey, be nice.”

You glared a little at you headteacher.

“I’m not leaving Ackley.”

“There’s nowhere else we can place you, no family and no close friends we can put you with I’m sorry.”

“Well I’m not going, I’ll live on the streets if I have to I don’t care.” You snapped.

With that, you got up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind you as you left the school, aimlessly wondering.

You didn’t want to leave Ackley.

You didn’t want to have to start everything all over again, you didn’t.

So if it meant you had to find somewhere to hide, somewhere to stay, avoid school, keep running around, you would.

You went back to the foster home and stuffed as much of your stuff into a bag as possible and tossed it on you back and you ran out the house again.

You went to a shop to grab some food, then you walked around, and you found a church with someone standing outside.

“You run this place?” You called.

“Yes, can I help you with something?”

“I heard some churches offer sanctuary, is that true?”

“We sometimes do yes, do you want to come in?”

You looked around and debated your options, no doubt they’d be out there looking for you right now.

So you nodded your head and went inside, and you sat on down one of the many benches, and the man sat next to you.

“I’m Kevin, what’s your name?”

“(Y/N).”

“So, what do you need sanctuary from (Y/N)?”

“Just need somewhere to hang out for a while.”

Kevin nodded his head and he looked at you.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“The person I would talk about it to is trynna ship me outta Ackley so no thanks.”

You moved away from him and laid down on the bench, muting your phone as it kept ringing.

“Do you really think running will help?”

“Just till I think of something I guess yeah. You’re nosy for a priest you know.”

He chuckled a little bit.

“I’m just concerned is all, I’m closed to the public, but you can stay here, I’ll be here for a few more hours at least.”

You nodded and he left you to lay there, sometimes coming to check up on you, bring you a cup of tea and offer again if you wanted to chat.

You looked at all the missed calls and texts on your phone, and you sat up when you heard the priest coming over.

“I assume you would be the missing teenager all over the news?”

“Ain’t missing, I know where I’m at.”

“But the people caring for you don’t.”

“Did you tell em?”

“I did.”

You huffed a little and laid down again.

“Well I ain’t leaving.”

“You’ll have to at some point (Y/N).”

He sat down on the bench in front of you and looked back at you.

“We all face difficulties, it’s up to us how we handle these. You walk the paths we do for a reason, and running away won’t change this path that you’re on. You must have hope that if this person you mentioned cares about you, they’ll find another way to keep you here.”

“He don’t, it’s just his job innit, his job to make sure I do what am told and all that.”

“Sometimes our jobs make us care a little more than we think. And if he’s looking for you, he cares more than you know.”

“I doubt that, but thanks.”

Getting up, you pulled your bag on your shoulders and dug through your pockets, pulling out a five pound note and you set it on the bench.

“For the tea.”

With that you tossed your hood up and you jogged over to the door, making your way outside.

Walking down the path, you began another jog as you noticed the police flashing lights getting closer and closer.

Running through some bushes, you ran across a field and jumped over a wall, making you way down the roads trying to find somewhere to hide.

You heard a bark and you turned around to knocked over by Bella jumping on you.

“Sorry pup, gotta move.”

You pushed her off and got up again.

Spinning around, you jumped back as you nearly run into the owner of the dog.

“Knew she’d find you first.” He smiled.

“I ain’t going with you so fuck off.”

“Woah, calm down.” Mr Evershed said.

You looked at him, and then went to run the other way to find it blocked off by a few police officers.

“I’m not getting shipped away, you can get fucked if you think you can just send me away.”

“(Y/N), hey, hey.”

Mr Evershed sighed a little.

“We’re not sending you anywhere, you just need to go back to your foster placement so we can talk tomorrow alright?”

“No.”

You clenched your jaw.

“Nah I’ve come to far to be sent away. Never should’ve trusted you you’re just like the rest of em, you don’t care about kids like me.”

“That’s not true.”

“You’re gonna just send me away like they are! Just leave me alone you asshole!”

You barged past him, dropping your bag, and you ran down an alleyway and that’s where they lost you.

You didn’t emerge until a few days later when you were caught stealing food from one of the shops, and you were taken back to the school since your foster parents weren’t available.

“Are you done running?”

You didn’t looked at the headteacher, you just carried on petting the dog in your lap.

“I’ll run however long I got to, been running long enough.”

Mr Evershed sighed.

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you (Y/N), you can stop running, okay? You’re not leaving Ackley.”

“I know cause I won’t let them take me..”

You looked up at him and glared.

“I’m tired of adults making all these choices for me, I don’t want them to, am fine doing what I’m doing. I don’t care what anyone else thinks, nobody cares for some.. some kid in the system, am just gonna get lost like the rest of them right?”

You shook your head.

“You’re just like the fucking lot of em, send me away, then I ain’t your problem no more am I?”

Mr Evershed crouched down.

“You weren’t a problem in the first place.”

“Don’t lie…”

“Okay, so maybe you were a bit of a problem, but that doesn’t mean I want to send you away.”

You looked at him and he smiled softly.

“But I’ve seen you make so much progress, and you’ve come a real long way, and you should be really proud of yourself. Because I’m sure proud of you.”

“Is that why you’re letting them take me away…?”

“I’m not, you’re not going anywhere.”

You looked at him confused.

“They’ve given me kinship care (Y/N). You’re staying with me and Bella, after everything that’s happened you didn’t really think I was just going to let all of that go down the drain so you?”

“I’m not going?”

“No, but you need to come back to school, and you have to apologise to everyone for running away and promise me you won’t run away again.”

He held out his hand.

“Do we have a deal?”

“Deal.”

You shook his hand, and you stayed in his office all day.

You apologised to everybody for running away, and that evening you were taken to his house where all your stuff had already been put in a room.

Mr Evershed wanted to give you space, so he left you upstairs for a few hours.

When he went to get you for dinner, he found you fast asleep on the floor, Bella curled up right next to you fast asleep as well and he laughed softly to himself.

Walking over, he grabbed your pillow, and carefully put it under your head, and covered you and Bella up with a blanket.

Bella stretched a little and wagged her tail as he scratched behind her ear.

“You keep (Y/N) safe..” he whispered.

Bella wagged her tail a little more and set her head back down, and Mr Evershed quietly left the room, turning the light out as he did

#ackley bridge #ackley bridge imagine #ackley bridge x reader #ackley bridge x you #mr evershed #mr evershed imagine #mr evershed x you #mr evershed x reader

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• the devil, he whispers in your / my ear

Thank you for the prompt, friend 💖 Sorry I went on a month-long writing hiatus, but I finally felt well enough to finish something. This is just some Jasio stuff for venting.

TW: Mentions of child death, and a brief mention of possibly suicidal thoughts (nothing graphic, though)

Freaks of Preston - Nicer Things

Nightmares were commonplace when working for Vesely. No matter where someone worked, they would always end up seeing something that would haunt them forever— a failed test, an experiment gone awry, or even the horrific states that most of their patients were found in. Rio was no stranger to these nightmares. In some messed up way, he was starting to get used to them.

But it broke his heart to hear that kind of terror in his partner’s voice.

Rio never screamed in his sleep— though he would wake up in tears if Jin was involved. Nothing scared him as much as losing his daughter, and yet he still never screamed. Those feelings simply festered in a darker corner of his mind, one that he tried not to bring out.

Jason, on the other hand, couldn’t help it. He was a sensitive soul, and that showed in everything he did, even in sleep. When the nightmares claimed him, his whole body would tense with pain. The screams that left him were more haunting than any dream Rio could imagine.

It took a lot of gentle reassurance to wake Jason from one of his episodes. He’d forget where he was, and what had happened to him. It pained Rio every time he had to remind his partner about the accident.

One night, after having to relive the tragedy in his mind, Jason went into a state Rio hadn’t seen before. He stared ahead at the wall, still laying on his side as he pressed his back against Rio’s chest, and he mumbled to himself. Rio pulled him into his arms and sat with him in the dark.

“I’m right here, Jay. I’ve got you.”

He hoped that his voice would provide some comfort. Jason didn’t turn around, but he did close his hand around Rio’s. They sat together in the darkness, listening to the soft breeze outside their window.

“He wanted to be an astronaut.”

Rio knew exactly who he was talking about, if only from the shattered, heartbroken sound of his voice. At least he was speaking, at all, Rio told himself. It was better than having him cry himself to sleep again.

“Where did he want to go?” Rio asked.

Jason tightened his grip on Rio’s hand. “Saturn, first and foremost. He loved the rings.”

“That’s a long trip.”

“I told him that. He said it would be fine because he’d bring us with him, and when we got back home… all of his bullies would be gone.”

Even Rio wanted to cry for this kid. He wished he could have done more for this family, anything to save them from their cruel town. Jason was starting to tremble, so Rio rubbed his arm gently.

“Hey, we don’t have to talk about that.” He kissed the shell of his ear. “Tell me about the nicer things. What was his favorite food?”

Jason sniffed. “Strawberries. He adored them.”

“How about his least favorite?”

“Not much, he loved trying new things… except coffee. He couldn’t stand coffee.”

Rio chuckled. “Must have sucked for you, huh?”

“I didn’t start drinking it until I got here.”

“Ah, sorry we converted you.”

Jason laughed into his pillow, a big win for Rio. His smile, however brief, lit up the entire room. Rio rubbed his shoulder, hoping to keep him in this improved state.

“What else did he like?”

“All sorts of things,” Jason said with a smile. “He loved music and dancing, even though he said he couldn’t dance. He tried to read every book, and learn every story. He loved flowers and buttons and little wooden carvings— and postcards.”

“Postcards?”

“The older, the better. He’d keep them in a box and pretend they were from distant friends. I took him to those antique shops by the sea, and we’d spend the whole morning looking at cards. You should have seen his smile… It was like no one had ever hurt him.”

His voice broke as he cried again. Rio held him tighter, pressing his head against his back.

“I’m so sorry, Jason.”

Then came the words that shook Rio to his core, whispered in the dark like a final confession.

“I was ready to die,” Jason said. “Phil was gone, my parents wouldn’t even look at me— Everyone I loved had left, and it was my fault. I had nothing, until I met Will. He dragged me out of the dark, Rio. He made me want to live again… and I killed him.”

Rio had nothing to say. He knew it wasn’t Jason's fault, but he also knew that it was near impossible to drive that kind of guilt away in one night. If it had been Jin, Rio didn’t believe he could go on living as Jason had. This quiet, broken man had more strength than any soldier Vesely could hope to train.

Delicate, lingering kisses traveled across Jason’s back, up his neck, and along his face. What Rio couldn’t express in words, he made up for with his comforting touch. Jason finally turned around and buried his face in Rio’s shirt, wrapping his hands in the fabric as tightly as he could. He could feel Rio’s chest rumble as he spoke.

“You did everything you could, Jay. It’s not your fault that the world is full of monsters.”

Jason shuddered and let himself cry for a minute more. When the world seemed to settle down around him, he loosened his grip on Rio’s shirt and laid still. Rio kissed the top of his head.

“It’s hard, I know, but I promise it’ll get better. I’ll make it better for you.”

Jason relaxed against his shoulder. “I’m so thankful for you, Rio.”

“No, I should be thanking you.”

#writeblr #wip: freaks of preston #ask games

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year ago

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

chapter 26

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014, @eroticaplush

warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

song they dance to: patience Guns N’ Roses

Dan wouldn’t let go of my hand the entire drive. When we reached where he was staying, he picked me up and carried me over the threshold. I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck in the process. pausing just inside the doorway, Dan leaned in and kissed me. He kicked the door closed as we moved further into the apartment.

“never thought I’d be doing this again.” He whispered as he leaned his head against mine. I smiled at him and ran my fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. “Didn’t know I could still do it.” Laughing, Dan put me back down and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I’d say that was a smart idea.” I laughed. Dan smiled at me. “Who knows if your back would hold out.” Dan rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss me again.

“you’re not that heavy.” He assured me. Cupping dans cheeks, I smiled at him. “God this…all this…it feels so different.” Dan pressed his forehead against mine and smiled. “Good different. Great different.” I laughed and nodded.

“It feels right.” I agreed. Dan kissed me again. “Like maybe we should have done this a while ago. Like we were ready for it without even knowing.” He started to gently sway with me before cupping my cheeks. He kissed me slowly, pouring every single emotion and unspoken word into it. “I love you. So so much.”

“I love you too.” We slid effortlessly from kissing to hugging each other. “Wait. Are…are you ok with the way we did this? No wedding outfit, no cake, no first dance?” I smiled at Dan as I pulled away, stepping just out of reach.

“Dan I’m happy we did this our way. Am I going to hold you to doing this properly at some point after we get back to New York? Probably.” I laughed. “But I wouldn’t change anything for the world. And just because I didn’t get to go wedding shopping or get a cake or have all of our friends and family there doesn’t mean we can’t have a dance.” Dan furrowed his eyebrows at me. He watched as I pulled my phone out and started to play a song. Laughing Dan, walked over to where I was and took my outstretched hand. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. We smiled at each other as we danced.

“patience. Something about this song seems awfully familiar.” Dan whispered. I nodded, laying my head on his chest. “The fact you didn’t even give me much time to get settled. My first night as judge and you come into my courtroom.” Dan chuckled and kissed my head.

“it wasn’t fully planned actually.” I admitted. “When I saw the ring…Dan…” I pulled back to look at him and frowned. Dan nodded.

“you knew you had to come down here.” He agreed. “I’m glad you came. I don’t know what I was thinking. Less than a full day and I couldn’t focus.” Dan leaned in and kissed me again. The song changed and Dan deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my toes so he didn’t have to bend over as much. “And I wouldn’t have it…” Dan tightened his grip on my waist and picked me up, barely breaking the kiss. “Any other way.” I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started to walk to his bedroom. The second we entered, I slid down from where Dan was holding me and started to undress him.

“one of these days I’ll have to punish you for running off.” I mused as I gently pushed Dans chest to get him to sit down on the edge of the bed. He whimpered and I smiled. Cupping his cheeks, I chuckled as he visibly sagged. He leaned towards me, never taking his eyes off me. I leaned down to kiss him and Dan whimpered again. “I won’t today. It’s our wedding night…” I let that sink in and Dans eyes lit up. “And I want to treat my husband. The honorable…” I climbed into his lap and Dan groaned as his eyes closed, hands coming to rest on my hips. “Judge…” sitting flush with dans lap, I ground my hips against his. “Reinhold daniel Elmore fielding.” Dan bit his lip and his head would have lulled back if I wasn’t still holding it. I leaned in and kissed Dan deeply.

“please (Y/N).” Dan whispered. “No act tonight. Just us. Spouses enjoying their first night of marital bliss.” He squeezed my hips and I kissed him again.

“then let’s enjoy it.” I agreed as I ground on Dan again. I could feel him getting hard under me and Dan bucked up against me. “Bottom or top?” He growled and rolled us over. I laughed and leaned up to kiss him again. “Top it is.”

“you’re wearing far too many clothes.” Dan shot back. He ran a hand down my side before bunching my shirt up and pulling it off. “I mean I am too.” He smiled at me as I went to work on his dress shirt.

“Dan?” I asked softly. He nodded as the rest of our clothes were flung to the corner. “Let’s forget the condom tonight.” Dan flushed and furrowed his eyebrows.

“You sure?” He asked. I nodded. “And the risk…?” I nodded.

“is one I’m willing to take right now.” I assured him. “As long as you’re ok with it. We can have that discussion again later but right now…” Dan kissed me and I ran my fingers through his hair. “I just want to feel you Dan. Please.” Dan slowly entered me and I moaned, enjoying the feeling.

“Oh god.” Dan breathed out as he stilled for a minute. “Everything feels new again.” I nodded and pulled him down to kiss him.

“new and wonderful.” I agreed. Dan started to thrust and I wrapped my arms around him, lifting my hips to meet his. “Don’t stop Dan. Don’t stop.” Dan leaned more of his weight on me and I moaned, head thrown back. Dan groaned and buried his head in my neck. He pressed kisses along the space he had. I held him tightly and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt a wave of emotion surface unexpectedly. “I love you.” I whispered as Dan pulled back to kiss me.

“I love you too.” Dans thrusts slowed as he noticed the tears on my cheeks. “Hey. What’s wrong?” Dan stopped moving and I whimpered. Smiling at him, I shook my head.

“I’m ok. Really.” I assured him, cupping his cheek and smiling wider when he turned his head to kiss my palm. “I just can’t believe we got married. It doesn’t seem real.” Dan chuckled and leaned down to kiss me.

“I know.” He whispered, starting to thrust again. “Like a dream come true.” I nodded and moaned as Dan reached behind him to pull one of my hands to my side. He intertwined our fingers and growled as he ground his hips against mine. “I’m close. In or out?”

“in.” I said, eyes shining. Dan gave me a skeptical look. “I’m sure. Cum in me Dan.” I snapped my hips up against his a few times before I came, screaming his name. Dan groaned but seemed to be holding off. “Reinhold.” Dans eyes glazed over and he leaned down to kiss me again, more passionately than before. “Cum for me reinhold.” Dan yelled as he came, head falling to my shoulder. We lay there for a while, trying to catch our breath and shivering through the aftershocks of our orgasms.

“I never…ever…thought I’d get off to that.” Dan breathed out as he slid out of me. I laughed as he shook his head, getting off the bed to grab a washcloth to clean me up. He was almost methodical about it before climbing into the bed with me again. Curling up against each other, Dan kissed me again. “Tomorrow we’ll go get our rings.” I caught a glimpse of the clock behind Dan.

“you mean later today.” I laughed. Dan smiled at me and nodded. “Something simple. I don’t need anything fancy.”

“agreed.” I leaned my head against dans chest and yawned. “Get some sleep. It’s been a busy 24 hours for you.” I nodded as Dan pulled the blankets over us. “I love you mx. fielding.” I smiled sleepily and held onto Dan tighter.

“I love you too mr. Fielding.” I shot back before falling asleep.

#john larroquette #john larroquette fanfic #john larroquette fanfiction #john larroquette imagine #john larroquette x reader #dan fielding #dan fielding x reader #dan fielding fanfic #dan fielding fanfiction #dan fielding imagine #old enough #Old Enough series

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say-al0e · 2 years ago

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How's your tooth? What were your fav. Things in Germany(beside the chocolate)? The least(beside the airport)? I need to know everything!

Doesn’t hurt so bad today! I’ve got a sinus infection and that makes my mouth hurt (no idea why, but it always does 😭) so I’m just holding on. I have to call the dentist tomorrow to see if they’re taking new patients (and if they can see me soon-ish, but maybe not until I feel better physically and can breathe out of my nose again) so wish me luck.

I’m listing all this below a read more since it got a little long 😂 I started a whole list and will post it eventually.

Favorite things:

public transportation! We don’t have that here where I live so it was super nice getting to just hop on a train and not having to drive. It was also pretty cheap and I never had any issues with it running late.

The grocery stores are so cheap. I went into one and was so shocked at how insanely cheap groceries were! I also really like the recycling system. I just recycled my bottles at my hotel but it was super cool (and even adding on the pfand, stuff was still insanely cheap).

McDonald’s curly fries. Stupid but so good.

No one really bothers you in shops? I appreciate help when I need it but there was no one constantly being like ‘are you okay? Do you need help?’ It was nice to be left alone.

Public bathroom stall doors. The ones here are insanely creepy, i now realize. Do not like the space. Love the full coverage doors in Europe.

Black currant. It’s not a flavor here but it should be. 11/10 love

The duvet situation. Having like no top sheet and just a duvet felt weird but I grew to love it.

Capri Sun with bubbles.

Chocolate.

All the museums!

Soccer (football) culture. Coolest experience ever was seeing a game, riding the train with fans, and just being there for it all.

Least favorite: (keep in mind a lot of this is because I grew up in a small southern town and have those ‘southern manners’ instilled in everything I do. A lot of these are probably normal in parts of the US and might just be a city thing. Not judging, just a little surprised and kinda thrown off.)

People blow their noses ridiculously loud in public. I get it, it’s normal there. Still. A massive culture shock to me. Not judging, just not a fan.

Dog culture. So many of them were off leash and I have no fear of dogs but a random dog, off leash, on a busy street? Freaked me out. Did not like. Also off leash on the train and that too freaked me out. (Almost all of them were well behaved but it only takes one wrong move for something to happen. I guess I’m just paranoid.)

Self checkout at grocery stores. We bag as we go along. I got yelled at in German for not knowing that you ring it up and then bag when you’re done, even though the instructions in English clearly did not specify that. Totally my fault, but still embarrassing. Should’ve just gone to a regular cashier.

Smoking. Everyone was smoking everywhere. At the entrance of buildings, right by the train, outside restaurants; everyone had a cigarette in hand. Smoking is so rare in public (at least where I live) that it blew my mind. And it smells so bad. Least favorite thing by a mile.

No one says excuse me. If they need to brush by you, they’ll just nudge you out of the way. I thought it was just a one off but it happened so many times. They didn’t speak at all, it wasn’t just me not understanding them saying excuse me, promise. I get manners are different but that threw me off. Wasn’t expecting it but I’ll know for next time.

Every chip is paprika flavored. It’s fine but it’s kinda bland? Maybe I just didn’t get the right brand but it was just meh. Lays was the only brand with any other flavor I saw.

Everything is closed on Sunday’s. (I’m from the middle of nowhere. Grew up in a town where that’s the norm. But Berlin is a massive city so it’s just odd to me that everything is closed. Maybe for work/life balance? I dunno. Im sure there’s a reason. Just not fun when you’re a tourist and still need food on a day everything is closed.)

Overall, everything was great. A lot of my ‘complaints’ are just culture shock things that I didn’t think to expect would be different. And, again, they’re not bad. Likely just ‘big city’ things I would experience in a large city here. Just a few small surprises as an American on her first trip to Germany.

#answered #anon #it’s a lot my bad 😂

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I shufffle out of my room with a yawn. After laying in bed for an extra hour, my stomach has finally brought me to the kitchen. I pad over to the fridge and give a long look inside. “Maybe just some tea,” mutter, not being able to make a decision on what to eat. I grab a mug out of the cabinet and turn around to place it on the counter, and sitting in the middle of the counter is a phone. A phone that is not mine. “Ugh Soyeon,” I sigh. “I guess I’ll just grab a coffee or something out. I leave the mug behind and back into my room to get dressed. One pair of jeans and a shirt later and I’m plopping two phones, mine and Soyeon’s, in my bag and slipping my boots on.

Once on the street, I pull out my phone and look at the shop. Despite rooming with a tattoo artist, I’ve only actually ever been in the shop once. Soyeon had tattooed me for my birthday when she had first started working at the shop, but I haven’t really been back since. So…. Phone directions needed. Thankfully the shop is only a 20 minute walk away. I grab two coffees on the way, and before I know it the little bell of the shop is ringing above my head.

I glance around. The place has changed a little bit since I’ve last been in, mainly there’s more artwork on the wall. After looking around I head up to the front desk. “Umm hi. I’m looking for Soyeon?”

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(I finally did it! I finally made this ask. Do you want me to use a different emoji for the new rp? Or should I just stick with the strawberry?”

"Has anyone ever told you what an ass you are?" Spat a blond client who had just got a vine of flowers tattooed on her arm, the experience not being as warm as she expected "Not my job to be nice to you" The tattoo artist spat back. Jungkook wasn't a friendly person, a shame since he was a brilliant artist. It was not his intention but he tends to lose his temper quickly which causes him to snap, "Fair enough, How about you take me on a date to make up for it?" The women winked as she fiddled with her hair, making the man scoff, "Im good. Now please, don't come again" He smirked making the client gasp and leave in a huff.

Jungkook had wrote down her payment amount in a ledger they keep to track each appointment and payment type. While he was writing he heard the bell that was attached to the door ring, he looked up for a moment seeing an unfamiliar face, pretty but unfamiliar, "What did she mess up this time?" He sighed "Soyeon must of messed up your tattoo" he used as an excuse to "examine" your body, in other words check you out. His "examination" was cut short once Soyeon peaked through her window and saw you at the front, "Yah, you'll burn holes in her" She spat coming from her office and kicking Jungkook's side. "What brings you here sweets?" She asked with a smile.

(And I finally answered 😅 sorry for such a delay! You don't have to use another one but if you'd like to you can! I don't mind!)

#jeon jungkook #🍓

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canirove · 2 years ago

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Bluebell | Chapter 1

Summary: After getting my heart broken the worst possible way, I thought I would never recover from it, that it was the end. But destiny had other plans for me. A few months later, I was on my way to Bluebell, to the town where my mother had also gotten her heart broken. But unlike her, I was about to start a new life, a new job, meet new friends... And despite telling myself it would not happen, I also fell in love. With two men. At the same time.

Author’s note: When I started writing I said to myself that I would not write love triangles because I didn’t enjoy watching or reading them myself. But I got inspired, and here we are 😂 Hope you enjoy this story, and as always, thank you for reading! 💜

Introduction | Next chapter

Masterlist

"You got to be kidding me."

"Wait, babe, this isn't what it looks like."

"Isn't it?" I laughed. "You just randomly fell naked on top of my best friend, and your dick got inside her?"

"Not yet" she murmured.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, you bitch."

"Hey, no need to be rude, babe."

"No need to be rude? No need to… I just caught my fiancé fucking my best friend! I am allowed to be rude, angry and whatever the hell I want!" I said, storming out of the room.

"Babe, wait. Listen, I can explain" he said, following me.

"There is nothing to be explained. We are done. Forever" I said, throwing my engagement ring at him.

"But babe..."

That was the last thing I heard from him. My boyfriend for the past five years, and fiancé for a year and a half. He had been cheating on me with my best friend, the one I had known since we were six, for months. While I was planning our wedding, they were meeting in secret. And I didn't notice. I didn't see what they were doing in front of me.

I felt betrayed, like I was the biggest idiot in the world. And my heart had been broken on so many pieces, that I thought I would never recover from it.

I needed to start again, put everything that had happened behind me, forget about it. And I got the solution for my problem just a couple of months after that horrible day.

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"Are you planning on laying there just watching tv? Again?"

"That's the plan, yes."

"Why don't we go outside for a walk? Maybe do some shopping? They have the new collections out, maybe you'll find something that you’ll like."

"I'm not in the mood for shopping, mum. Besides, I'm not going anywhere, I don't need new clothes."

"But I do. C'mon" she says, trying to make me move from the sofa.

"I said I don't..." But I'm not able to finish my sentence, someone ringing at the door.

"Saved by the bell" mum says, going to check who it is.

"Who was it?"

"A messenger" she says, inspecting the envelope on her hands. "This looks official."

"Then open it" I urge her.

"Ok" she says.

"And? What is it, mum?" I ask. She's been in silence for a while, reading the papers and making weird faces.

"Your father died" she finally says.

"You mean the man that got you pregnant and then ignore you."

"Yes. Him. He died a few weeks ago, cancer. And he..."

"He what?"

"He left something for you on his will" my mum says, looking at me.

"What? I barely knew the man!" In fact, I had only met him once. When I was 16 and contacted him because I wanted to know how he looked like. My mum hadn't kept photos of him or anything, it was too painful for her.

"But you still were his only daughter and heir."

"I guess, yes. What did he leave me?"

"Everything."

"Everything?"

"His house, his car, his money, his cat... And the business."

"You mean... The bed and breakfast?" He had opened it years ago on his hometown, and according to Google, it was one of the best business in the area. Even the Queen had stopped once there when she was doing some tour.

"Yes. All of it. They want you to go there to officially take care of everything and decide what you want to do with it."

"Me? Going to... What was this town called again?"

"Bluebell."

"Right, Bluebell. And I have to go? Can't I just... Do it from here? Ask a lawyer to do it?"

"I'm afraid not" my mum says, holding my hand. "But this may be it, you know? The thing that will make you get out of this spiral of feeling sorry for yourself. This could be your new beginning."

"As the owner of a cat and a bed and breakfast?" I snort.

"You've worked as a receptionist before. You are good with people, can be bossy when needed, know about numbers and all that... I think you could be great at that job. At managing that place."

"I don't know, mum..."

"Give it a try. Even if it's just by going there and seeing how it is. And if you don't like it or the town, you can always come back. We'll think about how to invest all this money he left you."

"Is it a lot?" I ask.

"See it for yourself."

"Oh, wow." I had never seen so many zeros in my entire life. "And it is all mine?"

"According to those papers, it is."

"Alright then" I say after thinking about it for a while. "I guess it's time to pay Bluebell a visit."

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"Oh, c'mon. Not this" I say as the car starts to slow down until it stops, smoke coming out of the front.

According to the gps, I'm almost at Bluebell, but I can't see any house around me yet. I've only driven past farms, and I saw the last one ages ago.

"Great. Now there is no signal either" I say when I get out of the car. I start moving around, lifting my phone to see it I can find any. But nothing. Fuck my luck.

Walking is an option, I know on which direction the town is. But I can't leave my luggage here. Or carry it on my own because I'm stupid and overpacked. And Bluebell could still be too far away to walk there. And what if I find myself having to run from a huge dog like those they have at the farms? What if I cross paths with a creep?

As if hearing my last thought, a motorbike shows up behind me, the driver stoppìng next to my car and turning off the very loud engine.

"Do you need help? he asks, lifting his helmet's visor.

"My car decided to die right in the middle of nowhere."

"Have you checked what is wrong with it?"

"No. But I wouldn't know what I am looking at, so" I shrug.

"Lucky you, I know my way around cars" he says, taking off his helmet. He is young, probably a couple of years younger than me. Brown hair, brown eyes, kind of a big nose, and he has one of the best smiles I've ever seen. Dimple included. If he is a creep, at least he is a cute one. "May I"? he asks, gesturing towards the car.

"All yours."

"This doesn't look good" he says after looking at the car's engine for a while. "I'm afraid you are gonna have to call for the recovery vehicle."

"There is no phone signal."

"Yeah, it gets lost on some areas. Where are you headed?"

"Bluebell."

"Really? I'm from there" he says with a big smile. "I can give you a ride if you want, I know who can help you. He is a friend of mine, he'll behave and don't charge you too much."

"But I can't leave my luggage here."

"Unless the cows decide it's time for them to wear clothes, no one will come. Trust me."

Trust me. That's what a creep would say. Handsome or not.

"I'm not a creep, I promise" he says as if reading my mind.

"Ok, fine" I finally say. "But you only have one helmet."

"You can wear it, I don't mind."

"Are you sure? You won't get a fine or something?"

"On Bluebell? Nah" he laughs.

"Is it a lawless town?" I ask, putting the helmet on.

"Oh, no. We have rules and we follow them. But it is a quiet town" he says, getting on the motorbike and turning the engine on. "Ready?"

"Ready!" I yell, hoping he can hear me.

"You can hold to me, you'll probably be more comfortable."

"I'm fine!"

"Alright then" he says. "I'm Mason, by the way."

"I'm..." but my name gets lost, the engine of the motorbike being too loud for him to hear. That, and also because I start screaming, having to hold to him the moment he speeds up. He just laughs, his body shaking under my grip.

#mason mount #ruben dias #mason mount fanfic #ruben dias fanfic #mason mount imagine #ruben dias imagine #mason mount x reader #ruben dias x reader #football fanfic #football imagine

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plainbrunettelbl · 4 years ago

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ABO HC How (A) Todoroki, (A) Bakugo, and (A) Hawks would react to finding the (O) Reader held hostage:

Word count: 3199

Warnings: Cursing, violence, mentions of blood, and assault.

Title: ABO HC How (A) Todoroki, (A) Bakugo, and (A) Hawks would react to finding the (O) Reader held hostage:

Summary: Your Alpha walks in on you being tied to a chair and he is not happy.

Prologue:

You had been a well-kept secret from the public. No one knew that your famous Pro Hero Alpha was courting an Omega or even in a long-standing relationship. Your Alpha was too paranoid about your safety to let any of the news outlets find out about your existence.

You supposed it would have been beneficial for the public to know now that you were in this situation. Surely if the villains knew they would come across an Omega, resting in their nest, they wouldn't have tried to rob the Pro Hero’s house.

You put up quite the fight once you smelled unfamiliar Alphas near your nest. One hard knock to your head had you subdued. You didn’t dwell over your quick loss considering one Alpha was nursing his swollen balls.

You got in one good kick before the painful hit fell on your head.

Now here you sat, tied to a chair, while the robbers argued with each other and what they should do now.

Shoto:

🧊🔥-“I told you we should have checked the place out before we robbed it! I would have never tried to rob the place if I had known a freaking Omega was here!” The brunette Alpha growled, glaring at his blond friend.

🧊🔥-“What’s the big deal? So what if the little icy-hot freak has a girlfriend? We will be out of here before he even comes home.” The blond scoffs, shoving expensive silverware and china into his black bag.

🧊🔥-“You should know how Alpha’s get around their Omegas! He is gonna hunt us down! I don’t want a Pro Hero on my ass.” The brunette seethed, glaring at the goose egg on your head. “Especially since you decided to hit the poor thing! We will be lucky if he doesn’t skin us alive!”

🧊🔥-“The bitch hit me in the balls! Of course, I thumped her one on the head, serves the Omega slut right!” The blonde huffed, sick of hearing his partner complain instead of ransacking the place.

🧊🔥-“Mmh.” You mumbled, your eyes blinking open to a fuzzy view.

🧊🔥-“Fucking shit! They’re waking up! I’m not dealing with a weepy Omega.” The brunette cursed, going into Shoto’s office to avoid the whole situation altogether.

🧊🔥-“Well, if it isn’t Miss nut-cracker.” The blond chuckled darkly, walking over to your tied up frame.

🧊🔥-You didn’t back down and just glared at the dumb fool.

🧊🔥-“Aren’t too smart, are you? What type of shitty criminal robs a Pro Hero? Dumb ones, that’s what.” You spit, narrowing your blurry eyes at him.

🧊🔥-No doubt you would need to go to the doctor after this whole ordeal. Not like you would have a choice. You were sure even if they didn’t lay a hand on you that Shoto would have insisted on one.

🧊🔥-“You dumb little bitch!” The blond lifted his ring covered hand to hit you again. You tried not to flinch as it came down to strike you.

🧊🔥-The brunette stood in the office doorway, his bag filled with expensive clocks and other expensive desk items.

🧊🔥-“I got everything in the office. Did you...” The brunette didn’t get to finish his sentence.

🧊🔥-The front door was busted open. Shoto had smelled two Alphas on the other side of the door and he was not pleased. He was even less pleased when the door slammed open to reveal his battered Omega tied to a chair.

🧊🔥-His mismatched eyes turned dark. The temperature in the room both dropped and elevated at the same time. His tired body was instantly filled with murderous intent.

🧊🔥-A loud growl shook the room.

🧊🔥-How DARE they lay a hand on their Omega! His vision tinted red and his fangs dropped.

🧊🔥-“This will only take a minute, Y/N. I’ll take out this trash.” He calmly said, his tone was so cold you felt yourself shiver even knowing his silent rage wasn’t directed at you.

🧊🔥-“Yes, Alpha.” You responded, making sure voice quivered a little. You may have been glaring right back at the intruders before he came but you wanted them to suffer so you played the scared Omega role.

🧊🔥-They lost your sympathy as soon as they pulled you from your nest.

🧊🔥-The robbers, who were frozen in fear by the intimidating Alpha’s entrance, shuffled into action.

🧊🔥-The brunette was quick to give his partner up. “He hit her, not me!” He said, before running down the hall, looking for a way to escape.

🧊🔥-“You fucking asshole!” The blonde shouted, trying to run out of the room as well.

🧊🔥-He didn’t get far, ice trapped his feet and his lower body soon followed. Shoto made sure to form it in a way that sharp icicles tore at his skin if he so much as moved half an inch.

🧊🔥-He wanted to shoot an icicle into his leg for good measure but he didn’t feel like cleaning up blood off his floor. He wished to burn the skin off his bone but you had forbidden him from using fire in the house.

🧊🔥-He had accidentally caught one of your favorite blankets on fire and was banned for life.

🧊🔥-“We didn’t know she was here! If we had known we wouldn’t have come!” The blond groveled, panicked at the feral look in Shoto’s eyes.

🧊🔥-“You could have left after you saw my Omega was here, but you stayed and decided to hit her too. You should be lucky I didn’t just kill you on the spot.” He growled, cutting the blond’s cheek just a bit with an ice shard.

🧊🔥-The blond just whimpered and passed out. Shoto was quick to hunt down the other and give him the same treatment. He had made it out of the house so he was pleased to release his burning anger out on him.

🧊🔥-Once they were out of the way, Shoto ran to your side and burning away the binds holding you down.

🧊🔥-“Are you okay, my Dove?” His voice was soft, his cold hand going up to your head and trying to soothe the aching bump.

🧊🔥-“Yes, I’m just a little dizzy. Everything’s a little fuzzy right now.” You leaned into his gentle touch.

🧊🔥-“I’ll call someone to deal with those two. Let’s get you to the hospital, my Dove.” He hurriedly lifted you and carried you to his car. He treated you like glass when he sat you down in the passenger seat.

🧊🔥-You leaned your head against the cold window as he dashed around to the driver’s side. Your head hurt too much to look out the window so you kept your eyes closed.

🧊🔥-Your Alpha made sure you didn’t accidentally slip asleep.

🧊🔥-You let out a small whine when a thought crossed your mind.

🧊🔥-“Alpha my nest is gonna smell like them.” You sniffed, opening your teary eyes to look at him.

🧊🔥-Shoto’s hands went white on the wheel, his face contorted into a snarl. He couldn’t wait to visit them again at the station. He had friends there that wouldn’t hesitate to turn a blind eye.

🧊🔥-His anger instantly simmered when his eyes met your glassy ones.

🧊🔥-“Don’t worry, Little Dove. I’ll buy you more. We can even go shopping at that blanket store you like so much.” He assured, taking one hand off the wheel and clasping it in yours.

🧊🔥-Your eyes lit up. “Really! It’s kinda expensive though, I don’t need new ones. I am sure we can find some nice second-hand ones.” You squeezed his hand, bring it up to your lips to place a kiss on it.

🧊🔥-Your exhausted brain choosing to ignore the specks of blood on his hand.

🧊🔥-“My Dove, what have I said about me spending money on you?” He gently reprimanded, his eyes still soft.

🧊🔥-“Accept it and say thank you.” You repeated without delay.

🧊🔥-“Exactly, I won’t hear any more about it.” He ended the discussion, his eyes focusing back on the road while his hand remained in your grasp.

🧊🔥-If your head wasn’t killing you, you would have been bouncing in your seat. “I can’t wait! They are coming out with some pretty fall blankets soon! Oooh! We have to get some cute Halloween ones too!”

🧊🔥-“Anything you want.”

Bakugo:

💥-“Why did you have to hit them!? Ground Zero is gonna come after us now!” The brunette cried, desperately holding ice to your head in hopes that the bump on it would go away.

💥-“Shut up! Get back to robbing the damn place instead of taking care of the freaking Omega.” The blond hissed, throwing a plate at the panicked Alpha.

💥-You sat back in the chair not knowing how to process the situation. You knew dating a Pro Hero was dangerous but you thought villains would be your main concern, not petty burglars.

💥-“If you leave now and don’t take anything, I’ll tell him I tripped and fell.” You wouldn’t, but they didn’t know that.

💥-“See! Let’s just leave. We can go rob some other place.” The brunette pleaded, already trying to untie you.

💥-The Omega in you wanted to feel bad for the whining Alpha but then you remembered he messed up your nest when he dragged you out of it. You Omega was fuming.

💥-I just got the nest just right! She huffed, pacing around in your head.

💥-She didn’t seem threatened by the Alphas in the room. She knew her Alpha was coming home any minute and he would take care of them.

💥-You, on the other hand, was slightly panicking now that the situation sunk in. Katsuki was gonna rip them to shreds. You Omega was already smugly licking her paws at the image, while you shuddered at the thought.

💥-“You should go. I don’t want to be mopping up your blood all night.” You urged, looking anxiously at the door.

💥-“See! We need to go!” The brunette cried, trying to tug his friend towards the door.

💥-“Shut up! We can leave once we get everything valuable.” The blonde growled, shoving off his partner.

💥-The jiggle of keys at the door made everyone in the room stop and hold their breath. The doorknob turned and the door was pushed open. You looked at the chair you were tied to, the robbers, and back at the door.

💥-There was no way to play off the situational. I don’t want to be mopping up blood. You whined, praying your Alpha wasn’t going to go too berserk.

💥-“Hey, Spit-fire! I got us, your favorite curry you were wanting. I made sure to get it extra spicy.” He walked in carrying a bag of takeout.

💥-He paused in the doorway once he got a whiff of unfamiliar Alphas in the house. His ruby eyes viewed the scene before him. He growled at the sight of the two Alphas.

💥-From your point of view, his eyes didn’t look red anymore with how big his pupils dilated at the presence of Alphas near his Omega. His hand instantly dropped the food to the floor.

💥-The sound of the bag hitting the floor heightened the tension.

💥-His fangs instantly dropped when his nose picked up a faint coppery smell, his eyes zeroed in on the small trail of blood on your head. The growl that ripped through his chest shook the room.

💥-“Alpha, please, no blood in the house.” You pleaded, shifting against the ties holding you in place.

💥-“No promises, Omega.” His voice was so dark that you didn’t even recognize it.

💥-“The brunette didn’t hit me. He even tried to ice it. Go easy on him.” You said, knowing his control was waning.

💥-The veins on his neck looked ready to pop, his arms straining to hold themselves still and not plummet the Alphas standing before him. He eyed the patio door that was pushed open, most likely where they entered in from.

💥-That would solve the blood problem.

💥-He grinned viciously, “How about we take this outside?”

💥-He rushed the two Alphas, grabbing them by the backs of their necks and throwing them out of the house and over the balcony. He laughed darkly as he followed them, jumping from the balcony.

💥-You wiggled free from your restraints and made your way to the front door, you picked up the takeout bag and brought it to the kitchen.

💥-“Suki will be hungry after beating those two up.” You hummed, making him a plate and then making yourself one.

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💥-“Is the water too hot?” His voice was raspy from all the yelling he did earlier.

💥-You sat with your back leaning against his chest in the bathtub. The warm water and the heat of your Alpha calmed your stressed body. Being tied to a chair was as comfortable as it looked.

💥-“It’s fine, Alpha.” You hummed, delicately washing his bruised and bloody hands.

💥-“I’m sorry, I wasn’t here sooner Omega.” You smelled a hint of sadness in his scent.

💥-“Don’t worry, Alpha. I knew you were coming. I wasn’t scared one bit.” You reassured, bringing his hand up and planting delicate kisses on it.

💥-“My strong Omega,” he purred, nuzzling his nose into your hair. He flinched when he picked up the faint smell of another Alpha. He snapped up the bottle of shampoo and poured half the bottle on your head.

💥-“Got to get this disgusting scent off you, Omega.” He growled, gently scrubbing your scalp.

💥-“Alpha! That shampoo is fifty bucks!” You gasped, picking up the half-empty bottle.

💥-“I’ll buy you another one.” He assured, rinsing of the soapy suds and giving your head another sniff.

💥-“Much better.” He hummed, pulling you tighter against his chest.

Hawks:

🍗-“You shouldn’t be here.” You whimpered, trying to curl in on yourself, the ties preventing you from doing so.

🍗-“Why the fuck did you have to hit them? You know I can’t handle weeping Omegas, my Alpha hates it.” The brunette growled, trying to awkwardly pat your arm.

🍗-You winced away from his touch, another Alphas touch was too repulsive. You felt your skin crawl as his fingers grazed your arm. The thump on your head making you more nauseous than you already were.

🍗-“So what if your Alpha is a pussy. Unlike you mine enjoys their cries.” The blond smiled at the tears dripping down your face. “The bitch deserved it anyways.”

🍗-“Whatever.” The brunette scoffed, rolling his eyes and going back to robbing the place.

🍗-“You guy’s really shouldn’t be here...” You tried to warm them but you were too late. The door creaked open, your heart warming and racing at the sound. You knew it would be a bloodbath once Kei realized what was going on.

🍗-“Baby bird! I hope you are already in comfortable clothes, I’m ready to cuddle in our nest.” His soothing voice causing you to relax in the chair.

🍗-“Alpha.” You cried, your head still throbbing.

🍗-The silence was enough to tell you he spotted the two Alphas in the room.

🍗-“Omega.” He growled, his eyes bleeding red, the sight of blood trailing down your head sent him into a frenzy.

🍗-His wings puffed out, the room suddenly flooded with crimson feathers. You felt two feathers sailing your way and cutting the bonds holding you. You swiped them up in your grip and clutched them to your chest.

🍗-The soft texture of them calming you down some.

🍗-A feral roar sounded throughout the room. You ignored the harsh thumps coming from behind you, the sound of one of the robber’s heads getting bashed into your kitchen counter made you wince.

🍗-You wanted to get up and get away from everything but your body was in shock and it wouldn’t let you do anything but clutch the crimson feathers to your chest. Your other hand was rested on your stomach.

🍗-You tried to warn them. Nothing was more dangerous than someone harming a pregnant Alphas mate. You were still pretty early along so they might not have been able to smell it in your scent.

🍗-You Alpha was sure able to, the instant he got a small whiff of it he was chirping happily against your stomach. You had a hard time getting out of his ruby wings that day.

🍗-“You DARE harm my mate and chick!” You felt the pure rage behind his words.

🍗-The blond was already passed out on the floor, his front teeth knocked out. The brunette was about to pass out with him, your Alpha choking him with his shirt. He made sure to use his feather to cut up his arms and face.

🍗-His wings behind him puffing up and flapping angrily.

🍗-“Didn’t know...” The brunette slurred, his head bashed in as much as his friend’s head.

🍗-If they wanted to hit his Omega on the head then he was all too pleased to return the favor. The brunette finally succumbed to his injures and blood loss, he went slack in Kei’s hands.

🍗-Kei dropped him to the grown without care.

🍗-“Pathetic.” He hissed.

🍗-His head snapped up in your direction once he heard your tiny sniffles. He was at your side in an instant.

🍗-“Oh, baby bird.” He cooed, lifting you from the chair and wrapping his arms and wings around you.

🍗-“Alpha, I told them to leave.” You whined, snuggling into his chest.

🍗-“I know, baby bird.” He soothed, breathing in your scent, checking on the baby chick in your belly. They seemed well. He was still gonna fly you to the hospital. He made his way to the balcony outside and spread his wings, without a second thought he jumped.

***

🍗-“Don’t worry, Omega. I already ordered some new blankets. They should be here by tomorrow. I hope you don’t mind the guest bedroom for now.” He hummed, he was curled around your balled up form.

🍗-You didn’t even build the nest surrounding you, Kei delicately dropped you down on the bed and instantly began building the nest. He would angrily chirp if you so much as lifted a finger.

🍗-Everything was fine with you and the pup, or chick as Kei liked to call them. As soon as you arrived home Kei refused to leave your side or let you out of his sight.

🍗-You were not to roll over on your side without his permission.

🍗-“Thank you, Alpha.” You thanked, nuzzling your head into one of his soft wings.

🍗-“I also called a security company, they will be here to set up a new system tomorrow.” He informed, nuzzling into your hair.

🍗-One of his hands was tangled in your hair and the other was snugly cupping your stomach.

🍗-“No more Alphas in the house.” You sniffled, shaking your head.

🍗-“Of course, baby bird. I told them, beta’s only.” He reassured, kissing your head.

🍗-“I love you, Alpha.” You whispered, almost lulled to sleep.

🍗-“I love you, too baby bird.”

First HC I have done in a while, also the first time writing for Hawks! What did you think of him? I hope you enjoyed it! Please be sure to leave a comment and like! I really enjoy hearing your reactions. 💕

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cavalera-eternal · 3 years ago

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Street Carp

@embodiment-of-sloth

The streets were bustling at this hour, dozens, seemingly hundreds of people all making in their way in their retrospective directions. Humans, Aerendyr, Elidyr, Kharon and even Vruthra all shuffling with one another, occasionally making way for someone on a bike to pass by, and even more rarely letting a car pass through before immediately filling the street again. The sea of bodies acted like a liquid filling any empty space left available the moment it clear. Noises of people chatting or screaming at one another filled the air, completely indiscernible to anyone not in close proximity or with the absolute top-of-the-line hearing aids. In the midst of all the commotion there was Jack, hood pulled up over her head with earphones on, listening to anything to drown out the noise her surroundings flooded her with, a cigarette hanging from her mouth as she walked absentmindedly toward her destination.

Her thoughts had long since passed why it had to be her doing this, pointless those thoughts were now considering how far she had already walked at this point. Now she just pondered how all this would go down. Was she just gonna grab the dude and guide him back to the shop in silence? Would he try talking to her? What would she even say? Should she even say anything? Dozens of similar thoughts ran across her mind, each one she drew a blank on. Part of her cursed the day she offered to help those two with all this, wondering if maybe being a cashier at some shitty corner store that got robbed every other week would be a better life. It definitely would not. She really missed the days when she was able to lay around at Phyrra’s place all day from when she first arrived here, although perhaps without the constant panic attacks and crying.

“ Take the alley in 50 feet. ” Her phone mechanically blurted through her headphones, interrupting both her music and her train of thought. Jack looked up and spotted the alley, beginning to shuffle her way across the sidewalk over to the backstreet. Once she made her way into the alley it felt like she could actually breath a little, not being so overwhelmed by the sea of bodies that engulfed the street and sidewalk. She removed her earbuds and crammed them into one of her jacket’s pockets as she made her way towards the end of the corridor. There she found the building she was looking for, marked with a faded sign only reading ‘ Tsarra’s Brothel ‘. This was definitely where she needed to be. Jack took in one last drag of her cigarette, getting one last rush of nicotine before throwing it to the floor and crushing it with her boot.

Walking in she could hear the familiar chime of a bell ringing above her head, immediately notifying anyone in the lobby of her arrival.

“ Hello there~ “ A womanly tone sung out catching Jack’s attention forcing her to turn her head towards the origin of the noise. Her gaze met with that of an Aerendyr. She was certainly tall, pretty and busty, and knowing the establishment there were probably a dozen more just like her ‘ servicing ’ customers elsewhere in this place. For people not intimately familiar with each girl they were all completely interchangeable with one another, save for the couple of succubi likely masquerading as Aerendyr. Likely the same succubi that smuggled the poor fool she was escorting across town. Shit, as Jack thought about it more, the hostess was probably one of them too.

“ How may I help you today? “ The lady asked, awaiting some kind of a response from her socially-inept new patron who had spent the last ten or so seconds just scoping the place out and thinking about vampires and succubi. Jack realizing what she had done only blushed, and awkwardly walked forward to the counter. At least her hood was still up meaning that her embarrassment was slightly obscured.

“ Uh, yeah I’m here to pick someone up? I work with Phyrra Larawell. “ She already felt like an idiot and she literally just started the job. Unfortunately Jack could only think how much of a disaster the rest of this job was going to be if this is how it began, and she literally just had to play tour guide and babysitter for some dude.

“ Oh yes of course! I shall call your client down right! “ The hostess beamed with excitement, sincere enough to make Jack believe this chick wanted either her or whoever she was here for out of this place, probably both. “ You may have a seat over there while you wait. “ She chimed while motioning to the chairs on the other side of the room. She reached down somewhere on her podium, Jack completely unable to see anything due to her height. “ Excuse me sir, your escort is here. She awaits you in the lobby. “

“ Thanks. “ Jack grumbled a little, wishing that she could’ve called her anything else but not willing to make an ass out of herself further. She walked over to one of the wooden chairs across from the hostess and plopped herself down, stretching out her legs, her hands still lodged firmly in her jacket pockets waiting for whoever she was picking up.

#embodiment of sloth #rp #jack cavalera

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baepsaesbae · 4 years ago

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Spring Will Come Again

Pairing— Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre— Photographer!Jungkook x Baker!reader, SMUT +18, fluff, angst, Virgin!Jungkook, Sub!Jungkook, Switch!Jungkook

Warnings— Finger sucking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting (?), slight choking, there are a lot of emotions, Jungkook is literally so sweet gosh I just wanna hold him tight, this fic is kind of a rollercoaster of emotions bc I myself do b going thru it

Word Count— ~10.9k

Summary— Springtime generally brings new beginnings, but being stuck in a small town all your life means nothing ever changes. Finally, something, or rather, someone, stumbles into your life. Can this shy boy manage to change your life forever?

A/N— This beautiful banner was made by @dee-ehn! Please let me know what you think of this fic! Hope you guys enjoy~

It all started on a beautiful spring day. Something had convinced you to go on an unprecedented early morning walk for some reason.

The morning air was cold but crisp. You were bundled up in your favorite sweater, and the scarf that your grandmother knitted for you was wrapped snugly around your neck. Normally you would be immersed in your headphones, but since today was already unusual you decided to forgo the music.

You walked along the banks of the stream that flowed next to your neighborhood. This particular stream held nothing but fond memories. You grew up here with all the other kids. During the summer breaks, you’d play out here from morning to nightfall. This was the place where you saw your first fireflies, and where you won your first fist fight.

You stopped to sit on the grassy hill that ran alongside the banks, relishing in nostalgia as you took in a breath of fresh air. Everything is so different now. Everyone moved away to pursue their careers or to go to a big university. You were the only one left. Your parents urged you to go to college, but you refused. Who else would help run the bakery?

As much as you hated to see it, your parents were growing old. Managing the family bakery was getting harder on them. You were such a huge help to them since you basically managed all of the front-of-house work. They worked diligently in the kitchen every day to create the best baked goods in town.

You had always dreamt of leaving this small town. You’ve fantasized about attending a big university in the middle of a bustling city since you were a little kid. Unfortunately, that can’t happen now. You can’t leave your parents or the bakery behind. You held no resentment though, you loved it. Being an only child was a bit lonely at times, but your parents made you feel loved no matter what.

You laid on the grassy hill, watching the clouds roll by. Maybe life was better this way. It was simple, and you always knew what to expect. Day in and day out, the routine was always the same.

Everything changed on that day. That was the fateful day that you ran into him. Or rather, he ran into you.

“Good morning, ____! Where were you this morning? Why weren’t you answering your phone?” your concerned mother asked when you returned home.

“Morning mom. I went on a walk and forgot my phone I guess. Sorry about that. I ended up laying on the hill by the stream,” you replied as you sat at the breakfast table.

Living with bakers was probably one of the biggest blessings in your life. Every meal smelled delectable and you had access to all the fresh goodies you could desire.

“Wow, you were awake before we were? What a surprise. Here, tell me what you think of this loaf,” your dad set it in front of you.

You tossed a piece of bread into your mouth. The taste was savory to say the least. It was your father’s signature banana bread loaf, only this time with a small twist.

“Why’d you take out the walnuts? It’s still delicious though,” you said, devouring another piece.

“Well so many customers complain about having nut allergies now. I thought we could sell more if we take them out! You think we can sell this?” he asked eagerly.

“I think this will be our newest best seller!” you happily replied, “I’m gonna go open up the shop. See you guys soon,” you kissed them each on the cheek before taking your leave.

The bakery was down the street from your house, so the commute was only about 5 minutes even if you walked slowly. You brought your phone with you this time, so you were jamming out to your music, oblivious to the outside world. You were so out of it, that you didn’t have time to react to the person quickly rounding the corner.

One moment you were walking to work, the next you were knocked onto the cold hard ground. Your assailant fell on top of you, and you soon locked eyes with him. It was as if time stood still for a moment. He was the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. His eyes were wide with concern, and for a moment, you swore you saw stars twinkling within them.

It took a second to register that this stranger was on top of you, in a compromising position no less. You’ve never been this close to a boy since...well it has been a while. Your legs were intertwined and his nose was only inches from yours.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you until the last second,” the boy apologized as he scrambled to get off of you.

As he helped you up, you reassured him that you were fine. You laughed off the incident and took the boy by surprise. You had the most angelic laugh he’d ever heard. He stood awkwardly gazing at you, before you asked him if he was okay.

“I-I’m fine! I’m glad you’re okay. I apologize again for being so careless,” he bowed.

“I’m also at fault! I wasn’t paying attention either. So shame on both of us,” you smiled to show him you were joking, “Enjoy the rest of your day, don’t run into anyone else!”

And with that, you parted ways. You forgot about the stranger as the morning rush piled into the bakery.

Despite being located in a small town, your parent’s were nationally renowned bakers. The bakery was always busy. That was part of why you loved it so much, you were never bored. The regular customers were your favorite. Most of the townsfolk had been coming to the bakery since you were little.

“Is this banana bread new?” Mrs. Park, the local florist, asked.

“Technically, yes. It’s the exact same recipe but without the walnuts,” you replied.

“Perfect! I’m not too fond of walnuts but I adore your parents’ banana bread,” Mrs. Park beamed, handing you a loaf along with other goods she picked up.

“How’s Jimin?” you asked as you rang her up.

“Oh he’s doing well! He loves it out there in the big city. At first, I was terrified of letting him go. He’s just always been so passionate about dancing, I finally had to cave in. He recently auditioned to be part of some fancy dance crew, and he got in! Can you believe it?” Mrs. Park began to dote on her son.

“That’s amazing! I’m happy for him,” you smiled.

“You know, ____, Jimin is still single. You two would be perfect together--”

“Long distance relationships are hard, Mrs. Park,” your mother interrupted her, swooping in to save the day. Thank god. You wouldn’t have known how to react.

“She could always move out to the city to be with him!” Mrs. Park retorted, not picking up on the awkward situation she created.

“I could never leave the bakery,” you responded quickly.

“Ah, yes that’s right. You have such a good daughter, Mrs. _____. Jimin never took any interest in taking over the family business. I’m jealous of you!” Mrs. Park said to your mom.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mrs. Park finally left. You were fond of her, but she never knew when to stop talking. Jimin was a good friend of yours growing up. You never wanted to admit that you had a huge crush on him. You figured it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, since he was so fixated on moving out.

The morning rush had died down. You took this opportunity to restock and tidy things up before the afternoon rush. The store bell rang, indicating the arrival of another customer.

“Welcome in! I’ll be with you shortly,” you called out from behind the counter.

“No worries, thanks!” the customer yelled back.

Once finished, you popped up with a bright smile on your face. Your parents taught you to always greet the customers with a smile as soon as they walk in.

However, the customer wasn’t facing your direction. He was looking at the baked goods that aligned the opposite wall. You patiently waited for him to make his selection. He kept walking back and forth, eyeing all of the baked items. You left your station behind the counter and approached him.

“Can I help you with anything, sir?” you piped up behind him.

The man jumped back, startled.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologized.

“It’s okay! I didn’t hear you at all. You must be some sort of ninja-- Oh it’s you!” the boy turned around to face you.

It was the gorgeous boy who ran into you earlier.

“Hello again! I guess it was my turn to frighten you,” you joked.

“That’s fair,” he nodded, “What��s the best thing here?”

“Mmm that’s hard for me to say, considering that I love them all. What kind of tastes and textures do you like?” your customer service persona kicked in.

“I like sweet things I guess? I like bananas too…” he trailed off.

“We don’t have any bananas in fruit form, but we do have killer banana bread,” you beamed.

“That sounds good, but I don’t really like nuts so--”

“There are no nuts in our new recipe! You must be lucky, this is the first day that we’ve started selling them. Want me to ring you up a loaf?” you interrupted him.

“Oh no nuts? Okay, I’ll try it,” he agreed quietly.

“Would you still like to get something sweet as well?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay,” he nodded timidly.

“Of course it’s okay! My personal favorite is our milk pudding bun. The pudding in the middle is pretty creamy plus the bread is unbelievably soft! If that’s not for you, then we have a classic chocolate bun filled with, surprise surprise, chocolate. We also have…” you led the boy around the entire bakery.

You were too focused on recommending various breads to notice him stealing glances at you that lingered longer than normal. He patiently let you talk his ear off about the goodies.

“I’ll go with the milk pudding bun,” he smiled shyly.

“That was the first one! You should’ve stopped me from rambling,” you huffed.

“I wanted to know my options. Plus you seemed pretty happy,” he added softly.

“Alright, let’s go check you out then,” you headed to the counter, “I haven’t seen you before. What brings you to our little town?” you attempted to make conversation.

“Mmm, to get away, I guess,” the boy said after a pause.

“Are you in some sort of trouble?” you leaned over the counter to whisper.

“Kind of,” he whispered back.

“Stay right here, I can call the police,” you frantically murmured as you whipped out your phone.

“No no! Not like that,” he couldn’t contain his laughter, “I’m a fine arts student. My main focus is photography, but lately I haven’t been able to capture anything worth printing,” he explained.

“Ohhh,” you said, feeling dumb, “Then why come to a town in the middle of nowhere? You won’t find much here.”

“To an untrained eye, maybe so. But to a professional, beauty can be found anywhere,” he said proudly.

“Then why can’t you find anything back home? And aren’t you still a student?” you questioned.

“You know, I was really hoping that you’d let me have that,” the boy deflated.

“Aw, I’m sorry! If you ever want to take photos of the beauty that is bread, you’re always welcome here,” you smiled.

“I might take you up on that offer,” he said as he grabbed the purchased goods, “What’s your name by the way?”

“____. Yours?”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“I’ll see you around, Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Oh! And if you’d like a tour of the town, I’d be more than happy to show you around,” you suggested.

“That would be nice,” Jungkook pondered, “Where can I find you?”

“I’m here every day. I get off at 3pm,” you answered.

“Cool. I’ll drop by tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

“Sure! See you then!” you waved goodbye.

“Who was that?” your mother asked when the boy left.

“Some photography student that said he wanted to get away for some inspiration. I offered to give him a tour tomorrow after work,” you explained.

“Do you want me to come with you?” your dad offered.

“I’ll be fine on my own, thanks,” you quickly turned him down.

You spent the next morning frantically flip flopping between outfits. Should you go with a pretty top paired with a skirt? Or perhaps keep it casual with a t-shirt and jeans? Or should you go with a simple dress? You know you’re supposed to be a tour guide, but you still wanted to look somewhat presentable. You settled for the dress. It gave off a “cute but not trying too hard” type of vibe.

Time seemed to slowly drag on as you waited for Jungkook to return. You had already mapped out your route, making sure it was efficient (not like there’s much to see anyway). You wanted to surprise him with a picnic at the end of the tour. Hopefully it could help show off the natural beauty of the forests and meadows that surrounded the town. As the clock approached 3pm, you began to wonder if springing a surprise picnic on a stranger was odd. Oh god, what if it was? You hadn’t had much interaction with people your age once all your friends went off to live their own lives. Panic was starting to set in when the front bell chimed.

“Hey! I’m a little early, but I can wait around until you’re finished,” Jungkook greeted you. You noticed a fancy looking camera dangling around his chest.

“It’s all good! Business has been slow today, I’ve been bored,” you admitted.

“Oh I see--” Jungkook was cut off.

“Hi! I’m ____’s mom. Did you like the bread you bought yesterday?” your mom materialized out of nowhere with a pan of fresh bread in her hands.

“It was delicious! Better than anything I could get in the city,” Jungkook complimented.

“Why did you batch a new batch? No one has come in after 1pm,” you aggressively whispered to your mom.

“I got bored,” she pouted, “Here, have one! On the house, think of it as a welcoming present to our town,” she motioned for Jungkook to take a fresh loaf off the tray.

Jungkook’s face lit up at the offer as he thanked her for the snack. His smile lingered as he took a bite, savoring the taste.

“You must have some sort of good luck charm; you’re getting even more free food later,” you chuckled as you plopped a wicker basket onto the checkout counter.

“Sweet,” he beamed.

You let out a small sigh of relief. It didn’t seem like Jungkook was creeped out by the thought of eating with a stranger. With the basket in hand, you led Jungkook across the town. There truly wasn’t much to see. Your family’s bakery was in line with the rest of the town’s shops. You passed by the florist, the cafe, the grocery store, and the post office within the first 3 minutes just by walking down the street. You added in little personal stories with each business that you pointed out.

Jungkook paused by the flower shop, in awe of all the beautiful arrangements. His eyes scanned the outside displays, as if he was looking for something.

“Need something specific, dear?” Mrs. Park asked her potential customer.

“Do you have Tiger flowers?” he inquired.

“Tiger… No, but I can probably order some for you,” she offered.

“Ah, that’s alright. I’m sorry to bother you,” Jungkook apologized before rejoining you.

“Did you wanna take a picture of that specific flower?” you asked him as you strolled along the sidewalk.

“Yeah, it’s my birth flower,” he shyly nodded.

“Oh nice! I don’t know what my birth flower is, but yours sounds pretty. Ah, here is the town square. Over there is the courthouse/government building/boring stuff happens in there probably,” you said as you pointed out the building.

“This is cool,” Jungkook examined a decrepit well that stood in front of the courthouse.

“I guess. I always thought it would be better if they replaced it with a big pretty fountain or something,” you mentioned as you looked down into the dark abyss of the well.

Jungkook said nothing as he began taking pictures of the well from various angles. You watched him frown at each picture he took before he tried to take another.

“Maybe you could take a picture looking into the well? I mean, you’d probably have to stand on it to get a full shot and your feet will be in it but…” you suggested before realizing that you knew nothing about photography.

Jungkook immediately hopped onto the well, disregarding the loose pebbles that crumbled away under his weight. Pointing the camera directly down into the well, he snapped a couple of pictures. He didn’t bother hopping off of the well before scrolling through the pictures he just took. You caught yourself staring at him, admiring his features. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his lips were pursed, and the wind was blowing his bangs over his forehead ever so slightly. He really was a handsome boy, though he seemed to be completely unaware of it.

“How’d it turn out?” you asked as he climbed down.

“Not bad actually. Better than the angles I took at first,” Jungkook smiled with approval, “I’ll show you after I touch them up.”

“I’m excited to see! Also, this basically concludes the tour because everything else is residential stuff. Unless you wanna take pictures of random people’s homes,” you joked.

“I’m good. Is this where we’re eating? I kinda skipped lunch,” Jungkook looked at the wicker basket in your hand.

“Nope! I’m gonna take you somewhere special. Are you okay with a bit of light hiking?”

“Sounds fun,” Jungkook grinned.

“Perfect! Now it’s your turn to lug this thing around,” you said as you handed him the deceptively heavy basket.

You took him to the outskirts of town, where nature was left untouched.

“Is this where all the cool kids have their picnics?” Jungkook asked as you led him down an old trail.

“All the cool kids left this town a while ago, so I can’t speak on their behalf. However, this is where I like to have my picnics so take that in whatever way you please,” you responded.

It was a sunny day on the verge of being too hot, but the densely wooded forest provided enough shade to make it comfortable. Your parents used to take you on walks in these woods when you (and they) were younger. Of course, now the hilly paths and loose soil would only wreak havoc on your parents’ old knees. You’ve grown accustomed to exploring on your own. Bringing Jungkook along was a pleasant change.

“You okay with eating here?” you suddenly stopped, pointing over to a field just off the trail.

“I’ll eat anywhere, I’m starving,” Jungkook quickly nodded.

“I’m fully aware of that; I could barely hear the birds chirping over the sounds of your stomach growling,” you teased.

An old tree that was large enough to cover up the entire picnic blanket with shade proved to be the ideal spot. Jungkook set down the wicker basket that you assigned to him earlier, eagerly waiting for you to finally open it.

“On the menu today we have fruits as an appetizer, ham and cheese sandwiches in homemade croissants as the main course, and last but not least, chocolate buns for dessert,” you proudly showcased each item.

“I never knew bread could taste so heavenly until I went to your bakery. I’m happy I walked in,” Jungkook praised as he wolfed down his sandwich.

“It’s not my bakery, it’s my parents’ bakery,” you corrected him as you ate the fruit.

“Don’t you work in it nearly every day? I don’t see how it’s not your bakery too,” Jungkook insisted.

“I’m not the one running the business,” you argued.

“You seem to put in the same amount as work as them. Instead of baking, you’re handling all of the customers. That’s gotta count for something, right?” Jungkook persisted.

“Fine, I guess you could say it’s a family bakery. Happy?” you huffed, clearly annoyed.

“Hey, I wasn’t trying to make you angry. I’m sorry if I overstepped,” Jungkook apologized, putting his sandwich down, “I wanted to let you know how much I love your family’s bread, that’s all.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s just…” your trailed off as you gazed at the blue sky.

“I don’t want to pry, but I’m happy to sit here and listen,” Jungkook offered.

“I don’t want to scare you away by dumping my personal issues on you,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“I don’t think you could do that, ____,” Jungkook assured you.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly since he caught you off guard with his sincerity, but soon you gave him a soft smile.

“Fine, since we’re just sitting here anyway,” you caved as you picked up your sandwich, “I wish I wasn’t here anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and I love the bakery. I just wish I got to go to a big city somewhere and attend a real university. I don’t know what I’d study, I just know that I thought my life would be different by now,” you turn away from him to hide your watery eyes.

“It’s not all that great,” Jungkook responded after a short pause, “I came from a small town too. The only difference was that it was along a beach, not by a forest. Wait, the location doesn’t matter,” he quietly scolded himself, “What I’m trying to say is that I did get away from my hometown. I was so excited to finally be a city kid. I didn’t realize how overwhelming it would be. Now look at me. I’m a senior in college with no direction in life. That’s what I get for choosing a career with no job security,” he chuckled as he looked down at the camera around his neck.

“But are you doing what you love?” you quietly asked.

“I think so. Are you?” he asked back.

“I think so,” you sighed, finally turning to look at him.

“I could always take you back to the city with me,” Jungkook flashed you a big bunny smile.

“Don’t joke with me like that. I hate getting my hopes up,” you playfully punch him in the arm.

“I’m not joking!” he yelped in surprise.

The conversation turned into a more cheerful one. You both spoke about your dreams, both childhood and present day. It was fun talking with Jungkook as you both watched the clouds roll by without a care in the world.

“Maybe you could get some pretty shots of some wildlife while we’re out here,” you recommended when the conversation came to a pause.

“Do you want to model for me?” Jungkook asked.

“Huh?” his sudden proposal surprised you.

“It’s completely okay if you don’t want to! Actually, just forget I said anything,” Jungkook looked down at the camera in his hands in a futile attempt to hide his flushed cheeks.

“Just tell me how to pose,” you smiled, already getting up.

“Uh, just act natural,” he said awkwardly as you leaned against the thick tree trunk.

At first, you made some silly poses that made Jungkook laugh. To be honest, you only did that because you really didn’t know how to pose next to the tree while making it look natural. Forcing a smile, you attempted to lean on the tree like as if it were another person.

“You don’t have to fake a smile,” Jungkook called from behind the camera.

“I don’t know what to do!” you called back.

“Act natural!”

“How do I do that?”

“Naturally!”

His response rewarded him a sarcastic eye roll, followed by a burst of laughter. Jungkook furiously clicked his camera as you laughed even harder. He praised you for ‘being in your natural state’ as he took shots from ridiculous angles. He gave you a thumbs up after he was satisfied with the impromptu photoshoot.

“Is laughing until I can’t breathe just me being in my natural state?” you asked playfully as you sat back down on the picnic blanket.

“It was authentic, so I would say so. I wish I could capture sound too, your laugh is so cute,” Jungkook said nonchalantly as he scrolled through the photos.

His eyes widened as soon as he realized what he said. He opened his mouth to try and take it back, or at least cover it up. He looked over at you shyly, only to see that you were digging out dessert from the basket. He let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, you didn’t hear him.

“How were the pictures?” you asked, scooting to sit beside him after handing him the dessert.

“See for yourself,” he proudly showed you.

You were amazed by his talent. Even without editing, the photos looked like they were ready to be submitted into a contest. Everything looked so perfect. Your smile was genuine, the lighting was optimal, and your hair looked surprisingly good. You applauded him for his talent, to which he bashfully denied by saying he was still such an amatuer. You both finally dug into the desserts.

“These chocolate buns were amazing,” Jungkook licked his lips after he finished it.

“They’re my personal favorite! They’re also the best things that I can make on my own,” you winked at him as you finished yours.

“You made these?” Jungkook’s doe eyes filled with awe.

“Yep! Don’t act so surprised,” you pouted.

“Sorry, it’s just that you told me your parents bake everything. These were really good! Probably the best things I’ve had since--oh wait. You have a little something,” Jungkook leaned forward to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

You both froze for a second, in shock of this intimate gesture. Jungkook’s mouth opened to apologize, but you stopped him before he had the chance. Without thinking about it, you put your mouth around his thumb. You sucked on it for a second before you snapped back to reality. You started apologizing profusely the instant his thumb left your mouth.

“It’s okay! I shouldn’t have touched you in the first place,” Jungkook shied away from you, refusing to look you in the eyes.

“I don’t know what came over me,” you apologized as you grabbed his hand.

Jungkook looked at you with an embarrassed expression the moment you held his hand in yours. At first you didn’t realize why he was so embarrassed, you were the one sucking his thumb. But then, you noticed Jungkook sheepishly resting his other hand in his lap.

“Jungkook,” you said sweetly.

“Yes?” he answered, his eyes averting yours once more.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Huh?” he looked back at you with disbelief.

You made a bold move as you moved to straddle his lap, each leg settling beside his waist. You brought his hand up to your mouth and batted your eyes innocently.

“Like this,” you say before licking his pointer finger.

Jungkook gulped while slowly nodding his head, giving you permission to continue. His eyes stayed glued on you as you wrapped your lips around his finger. You dragged your flattened out tongue from the base to the tip. You then reversed this motion, but instead only using the tip of your tongue. You began to work on his middle finger as well. It was hard to fit his long fingers in your mouth, but you’re no quitter. Your tongue weaved between his fingers, adequately coating them with your saliva.

Jungkook’s breaths quickened the longer you went on. You felt a bulge grow between your thighs as you straddled him. Perhaps wearing a dress was a great idea after all. Your hips began to move on their own as you slowly grinded on Jungkook.

“____…” Jungkook moaned quietly when you daringly took three fingers into your mouth.

Rubbing your clothed pussy against his hard crotch spurred you on even more. Drool was dribbling down Jungkook’s arm and your chin, but neither of you cared. It just made you look more erotic to him. His other hand was on your hip to help you maintain a rhythm. You opened your eyes to make contact with his as you suckled his fingers. That’s all it took to make him come undone.

He quickly pushed you off of him as he cried out. You were both too shocked to say anything for a few seconds. Jungkook seemed too embarrassed to look you in the eyes again, his cheeks bright red.

“Jungkook, I--” you started to apologize.

“You probably think I’m pretty lame huh? Cumming in my pants like some sort of middle schooler,” he looked down in defeat.

“What? No, of course not!” you disagreed.

“Don’t lie,” Jungkook refused to believe you.

“Jungkook, that was honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever done. What we just did was hotter than when I was actually having sex,” you tried to cheer him up.

“You’re not lying?” Jungkook finally looked up at you with sad puppy dog eyes.

“I swear I’m not. I could help you clean it up, if you’d like,” you offered.

“I think that would make me feel worse. Just hand me some napkins and I’ll go take care of it myself,” he declined.

You packed everything up while you waited for Jungkook to return. He discreetly threw away the ball of used napkins into the designated trash bag, praying to god that you weren’t looking.

The walk back was quiet and awkward. Neither of you knew what to say. You were horrified with how you acted; you’ve never been so bold before. Jungkook was ashamed of cumming before he had the chance to do anything to you. He felt so pathetic.

“I’m sorry for making you so uncomfortable, Jungkook,” you finally apologized.

“Are you kidding? You think I would cum that fast if I was uncomfortable?” Jungkook looked at you with incredulity, “I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m disgusting and came in my pants while you did all the hard work.”

“You’re not disgusting at all, Jungkook. I enjoyed it too. I can’t remember the last time I was that horny,” you laughed.

All the tension in the air had disappeared. Jungkook bounced back to being his cheery self. The conversation went back to normal as you brought him back to the bakery. You hugged him goodbye and were about to leave when he caught your hand.

“Thank you so much for the tour. I know we’ve only known each other for a day but... would you like to go on a date with me?” Jungkook asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“No,” you said firmly, watching his shoulders fall, “I’d love to go on a date with you,” you smirked.

“You jerk!” Jungkook gasped.

You couldn’t help it, he was too easy to tease. After working out the details, it was decided that he would come pick you up on Friday night.

Jungkook took you to basically the only restaurant in town (that wasn’t the cafe). It was a family run Italian eatery, and it took Jungkook by surprise.

“Is everyone in this place a master chef or something? This is delicious!” he praised as he ate his pasta.

“I guess it’s the authenticity of family recipes? You probably eat at more chain restaurants while you’re in the city,” you shrugged as you twirled noodles around your fork.

The date went on pleasantly. Jungkook wanted to know as much about you as you did him. The conversations you had were lively and fun; there was never a dull moment with him. Something about him just automatically clicked with you.

“What’s your favorite thing to photograph?” you asked.

“I like taking pictures of landscapes and buildings. That’s why I was super excited about going to a university in the city. It’s a lot easier than taking pictures of people! Unfortunately, that’s where the money is right now,” he explained.

“You don’t like taking pictures of people?”

“Not really, no,” he answered bluntly.

“Then why did you ask me to model for you?” you were genuinely curious.

Jungkook froze in his seat. He took a long sip of his drink before answering you.

“For practice, I suppose,” he said softly.

“I’m happy I was able to help then,” you smiled, thinking nothing of it.

Jungkook seemed grateful that you didn’t press for more details, and was soon coaxed out of his shy shell once the topic of anime came around. You were happy that he took you out on a proper date, you hadn’t been on one in so long.

He walked you back under the pale moonlight. You were admiring the twinkling stars when you realized that Jungkook hadn’t said anything in a while. His hand awkwardly brushed against yours when you first left the restaurant, but you didn’t think much of it. Jungkook seemed to be thinking hard about something as he walked alongside you. You were going to say something when the back of his hand brushed against yours again. He instantly pulled away and uttered a small “sorry”.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” you were worried now, you thought the date went well.

“Nothing…,” his voice trailed off as he looked away.

You interlocked his pinky with yours without a word. Jungkook looked over at you with surprise, but said nothing. He admonished himself for not committing to hold your hand, but he was happy with this too. In fact, he thought it was cuter than actual hand holding.

You arrived in front of your house. Bidding Jungkook goodnight, you went in for a hug. Jungkook also went in for a hug, but he leaned the same way you did. In a quick bumble, your lips grazed the corner of Jungkook’s, causing you to jump back. You stood in Jungkook’s arms, looking away in embarrassment. He brought up one of his hands to cup your cheek, forcing you to look back at him. His eyes sparkled under the moonlight as he gazed into yours.

Slowly, you found yourself leaning forward. Jungkook met you in the middle, his lips finding yours. It was a tender kiss, sweet and soft. You broke it off after a couple seconds to giggle, but Jungkook pulled you back into it. He kissed you gently, yet with so much passion. You reciprocated his affection as your fingers intertwined with his hair, deepening the kiss.

He finally pulled away, smiling back at you. To be honest, you wish it lasted longer. However, you knew you would have had a hard time controlling yourself if it did.

“Thank you for dinner,” you thanked him with a soft voice.

“Of course, thank you for accompanying me,” he bowed like a gentleman and kissed your hand. You couldn’t help but laugh at his gesture.

“Too much?” he tilted his head.

“Don’t change a thing,” you continued to laugh.

All sorts of thoughts about Jungkook swam in your mind as you fell asleep that night.

Jungkook soon began to hangout with you every day. When he wasn’t out trying to take pictures, he would be in the bakery keeping you company. Your parents teased him, saying that he better buy something or else they’d kick him out, but they never did. In fact, your mom would always sneak him some freshly baked goods.

After work, you and Jungkook would spend even more time together. It didn’t matter if you guys were exploring nature, cooling off in the stream, or just watching movies; you enjoyed it all. It was nice having someone to talk to for a change. Jungkook never asked to make plans with you, he just assumed you guys would hangout the next day when he said “see ya tomorrow!”

You knew you had a crush on Jungkook, but you didn’t know how he felt. Yes, he took you on a date. Yes, you’ve kissed. Yes, you made in cum in his pants (not necessarily in that order). You were waiting on him to ask you to be his girlfriend. You didn’t want to pressure him, especially when you knew that he’d be going back to school in the fall.

One day, much to your chagrin, Jungkook was helping you with inventory. You argued that he shouldn’t work since he wasn’t getting paid, but he smiled and replied that spending time with you was all the payment he needed. You were too flustered to argue after that.

“Great, everything has been accounted for! Can you help me put this box back up there?” you asked him, nodding your head at a particularly high shelf that was out of your reach. You grabbed a step stool for him to make it easier.

Jungkook lifted up the heavy box of supplies with ease, and placed it back on the shelf. He looked down at you and smiled.

“What?” you cocked your head.

He said nothing as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, “You just look cute from up here.”

You looked away as you blushed, not knowing what to say. Jungkook laughed as he got down from the step stool. He teased you about it for the rest of the day.

Days flew by as it was getting closer and closer to Jungkook’s departure. You let Jungkook decide on what to do during his last day there. He picked you up at the bakery after your shift. He wanted to take one last stroll with you around town before he had to leave. You were about to hug him goodbye when he invited you over, saying that he had a box of popcorn he needed help finishing.

After watching a couple movies, Jungkook had his arms around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. Cuddling had become a norm between you two. Jungkook suddenly nudged your side, causing you to shriek.

“Sorry, just making sure you were still awake,” he giggled.

“I was, but now I definitely am,” you said as you returned the favor and tickled his sides.

It soon became a war of tickling as laughter erupted from both of you. Jungkook was just as ticklish as you were, making it a deadly battle. Before you knew it, you were straddling Jungkook, gripping both of his wrists in your hands. You both stared at each other as the laughter subsided, now replaced with heavy breathing.

“You could easily knock me over, you know,” you said as you lowered your nose to his.

“What if I don’t want to?” he whispered back.

He moved his head upwards to kiss you, catching you by surprise. You kissed him back, pushing him back down. You lowered your hips to rest on his hardened crotch. You let go of his wrists to help him take off his shirt before removing your own.

Once your lips connected again, Jungkook’s hands moved freely over your body, gently caressing your breasts. He treated you so tenderly, it made you even hornier. Your hands reached down to unzip his pants.

“Is this okay?” you paused to ask.

“Only if you take off your pants too,” he answered with a smirk.

Soon enough you were both down to just your underwear. You palmed Jungkook’s erection, curious to see it. It already felt huge in comparison to your hands.

“I want to fuck you, _____,” Jungkook groaned as you kissed his neck.

“I’m glad we want the same thing. Where do you want me?” you cooed.

“Like this is fine,” he quickly answered.

He helped you take off his underwear, revealing his massive dick. Your pussy clenched at the sight of it. You wriggled out of your panties and positioned yourself on top of him.

“Ready?” you asked.

Jungkook just nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. He gulped as he watched you slowly lower yourself onto him, taking in each inch slowly. You moaned as he went deeper and deeper in you. You hadn’t had sex in a long time (and admittedly it wasn’t very good). Now, you were sopping wet and Jungkook was filling you up perfectly. Once you reached the base of his dick, you took your time going back up.

From the look on Jungkook’s face, he was in pure bliss. You continued to tease him as you fucked him slowly. You transitioned from taking his entire length to just swiveling around his tip, making him moan from the overstimulation. Jungkook dug his nails into your lower back, begging you to take all of him in again.

You leaned back over and peppered kisses along his chest and up his neck. Jungkook whimpered at the sensation, his breathing grew uneven. You giggled at him as you suckled on his neck, leaving wet kisses in your wake. Once you had enough of teasing him, you slammed back down onto him, and both your moans filled the room. Your hips began to move faster as you bounced on top of him. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened.

“I--I’m gonna cum,” he panicked.

You immediately hopped off, hoping to edge him. He whimpered at the loss of your warm pussy, but your plan seemed to work. His eyes begged you to get back on top.

“Now it’s your turn to fuck me,” you demanded as you laid down on your back.

Jungkook complied and positioned himself between your legs. He bent over to kiss you while he pushed his cock back inside of you. He took his time at first, but then tried to pick up the pace. His movements were awkward and stiff, and his pelvis hit your hips in a way that you knew they were going to bruise later.

“Jungkook, just relax,” you commanded.

Jungkook steadied his breathing and took your advice. He was finally able to find a rhythm and stuck to it. Luckily, it was the perfect rhythm for you as he continuously grazed your g-spot. Jungkook moaned with every stroke as your warm insides squeezed around him. You wrapped your legs around him, bringing him even closer. You looked up at him to see that the usual sweet star filled doe eyes of his had switched to a version of pure ecstasy as he gazed down at you with blown out pupils. The change was a little jarring, but also incredibly sexy when you realized the potential duality Jungkook could have. You pulled him into a deep kiss, tongues exploring foreign regions as he pounded into you.

“I’m gonna--,” his breath hitched.

“Cum on me baby,” you panted as you furiously rubbed your clit, desperate to cum with him.

With perfect timing, Jungkook got to feel you cum around him for a few seconds before he had to pull out and finish all over your chest. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before scurrying off to find something to clean you with.

He rested his head on your chest as you held him close. You were falling asleep when he said something.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked him since you barely heard him.

“I am, well I guess was, a virgin,” Jungkook admitted.

“Oh,” you tried to mask your surprise.

“I didn’t wanna say anything. I mean, how lame is it that I’m a college senior and have never gotten laid. You’re probably surprised huh? I’m not lying, I swear.”

“I am surprised, but only because you seem like ladies would be all over you. You’re so handsome, funny, charming--”

“Yes yes keep going,” Jungkook joked.

“--and a genuinely good guy. Plus I feel like being a photographer would help you meet a lot of pretty girls,” you reasoned.

“While all of that is true, the real reason is pretty embarrassing. I’m...I’ve always been kinda scared of girls,” Jungkook sighed as you tried to suppress your laughter, “I’m not kidding! I always get so nervous around girls, I could never actually talk to them.”

“So am I not a girl in your eyes?” you teased.

“You’re a woman,” he answered cockily.

“Shut up! I hope your first time was enjoyable. Thanks for entrusting me with your v card,” you laughed.

You both continued joking and laughing the night away until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. While that night was enjoyable, it made Jungkook’s absence hurt more.

Life had sunk back into the same mundane routines once Jungkook left. Of course, he still kept in touch. He would text and video call you as often as he could. He’d send you pictures of his newest shooting locations, and you’d always be the first person he’d show his finished products.

You loved witnessing Jungkook’s passion grow, he had a new spark in him that wasn’t there before. With your encouragement as an extra shove, he applied to his dream job. He explained to you that it was with an agency that would send him to a random country where he’d work with a participating magazine company. You secretly envied him for even having the possibility of exploring the world.

Days and weeks started to blend together. Your parents insisted on having you help out more in the kitchen, presumably to get your mind off of Jungkook.

It was a weird fling you had with him. However, it also didn’t seem like a fling. Most flings didn’t still keep in touch in a long distance “friendship”, or whatever it was you had. You were never officially dating, but it sure as hell felt that way. You cursed yourself for waiting for him to ask, you should’ve just done it yourself. Of course, part of you felt like you’d just hold him back if you guys actually ended up dating.

These thoughts constantly swarmed your mind. Ironically, the only time you weren’t thinking about your dilemma was when you were chatting with Jungkook. The end of the semester was quickly approaching, and you could tell that he was getting antsy. He hadn’t gotten offers from anywhere that he applied. You could do nothing but give him hope but assuring him that someone somewhere will hire him.

You watched snow fall outside when you got a call.

“I GOT IN!!!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“What?! Where?!” you jumped up in excitement.

“My top choice! The one where they send me to another country! Guess where I’m going,” he sing songed.

“Umm… Italy?”

“Close! I’m going to España,” he said with a spanish accent.

“That’s amazing, Jungkook. I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it. When do you leave?” you asked.

“In a week. God, I’m so excited! Oh, my parents are calling. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Of course. Congrats again,” you cheered before he hung up.

Before you knew it, you were crying. You were honestly happy for Jungkook, but reality hit you. You were never going to be able to tell him that you loved him. You were never going to be with him, not while you’re stuck in this town. It sucked, but you had no choice but to accept that.

Two days had passed since that phone call. Jungkook was probably busy packing and working out minor details, so you stayed out of his way. You figured things would probably be like this from now on. Why would he bother talking to a small town girl while he’s out exploring the world?

You were restocking the milk puddings rolls when the front bell chimed.

“I’ll be with you in a second,” you called out.

“No worries, I’ll wait all day if I have to,” a familiar voice responded.

You dropped the rolls as you turned around with lightning fast speed. Jungkook stood at the doorway, beaming a big bunny smile at you. You ran to him, embracing him in a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

“Surprise,” he smiled.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you wiped tears from your eyes.

“I needed to see you. I was planning on coming back and surprising you even before I left. You didn’t think I’d leave without saying goodbye, did you?” he ruffled your hair, “Oh, and those tiger flowers are beautiful,” he nodded over to the flower bouquet on the checkout counter.

“I got them because they reminded me of you,” you blushed, your ears turning red.

“Did I hear Jungkook?” you mom poked her head out of the kitchen, “Oh my goodness! Honey look! Jungkook is back!” she called your dad.

Your parents came out to greet him. He explained everything to them, and they congratulated him.

“How long will you be here? Aren’t you leaving soon?” your dad inquired.

“I leave tomorrow night. I wish I could stay longer,” Jungkook answered solemnly.

“____ suddenly doesn’t have to work until after you’ve left,” your mom smiled fondly at you.

Your eyes lit up as you kissed your parents on the cheek to thank them. After grabbing your jacket, you took Jungkook’s hand and dragged him out. You both aimlessly walked around the town as you chatted. He went more in depth with the details of his job. He was most excited about capturing photos of the city. After looking up some pictures of the architecture, he immediately fell in love with Madrid.

Jungkook invited you over to watch some of the short films he worked on over the past semester. While they were just videos of his friends with no plot, you could feel their friendship seeping through the screen. The way Jungkook played with music and colors really enhanced the already well shot video. You felt at peace sitting beside Jungkook on his bed as he showed you all his past projects. Part of you wished that this moment would never end.

“You’ve made me a better person, you know,” Jungkook said out of nowhere, “I’m more talkative around my friends, and I’ve gotten more comfortable with being myself.”

“I didn’t do anything, that’s all you,” you smiled as you poked his chest.

“You definitely helped,” he ran his fingers through your hair, “I love you, ____.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I love you too. I thought I’d never get to say that,” you said with a sigh of relief.

He looked into your eyes before leaning forward slowly. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, you practically pounced on him. You kissed him passionately, as if to show him how much you missed him. Clothes were thrown in every direction leading to bare skin being exposed.

Jungkook’s soft hands roamed across your body as if he were trying to memorize your every curve. His touch was a bit rougher than the last time, his lips crashed against yours as he pinched your nipples. You couldn’t tell if it was desperation, carnal lust, or just a new side of Jungkook, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. His erection pressed against your thigh as your hands tangled themselves in his dark hair. You reached down to grab his cock, gripping from the base and slowly dragging your hand to the tip and then back down. He shuddered at the sensation, moaning into your mouth.

“Should I get on top?” you batted your eyes.

“Nope, I have a better idea,” Jungkook growled as he flipped you over onto your knees, “Can I fuck you like this?”

“Fuck me however you want,” you answered gleefully.

Jungkook rammed into you without hesitation. He firmly gripped your hips to keep you in place as he thrusted into you. His dick sent waves of ecstasy as he crashed into you. He surprised you when he reached his hand around you to play with your clit, causing you to squirm under him.

“Be a good girl and stay still,” he ordered.

His newfound dominance turned you on. He was no longer the baby boy that followed your every move, although you were sure that side of him was still there somewhere. You got lost in pleasure and didn’t realize how far gone you were till you felt liquid dripping down your inner thighs.

“You’re so fucking wet baby. All this for me?” Jungkook panted as he continued snapping his hips into you.

“Mhm, of course. Only for you,” you managed to moan out between thrusts.

“That’s my good girl. Get up,” he demanded as he hopped off the bed.

You obeyed, curious as to what he was going to do. As soon as you got off the bed, he spun you around and pushed your chest back over the covers. He slipped back into you with ease, groaning as your slick juices coated his cock. This new position enabled Jungkook to directly hit your g-spot with each thrust. Again, his hand wrapped around your waist to find your clit. His other hand found purchase on your neck, slightly choking you. The overstimulation had you crying out in bliss that you had never experienced before.

You were practically gushing now as your wetness ran down your legs and sprayed onto Jungkook’s thighs with each strong impact. Jungkook lifted up one of your legs onto the bed, spreading your pussy.

“Now touch yourself for me,” Jungkook directed.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your legs started to shake as you played with your clit at the perfect pace while Jungkook drilled into you. You were sure that you had already came numerous times by this point, but you could feel the grand finale soon approaching.

“Jungkook I--” you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence as you climaxed onto his dick. He was infatuated with the way you looked from behind, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He pushed you back onto the bed with your legs still hanging from the edge. He reinserted himself while you laid there, completely delusional from the pounding you had been receiving.

“You’re such a sexy woman,” he moaned as he anchored the weight of his arms onto your shoulders.

He continued his torment downwards. Your bountiful cheeks bounced back and forth while he repeatedly rammed into your g-spot causing you to release more of the juices his massive cock craved.

He slowed his pace but still kept going to help you ride out your high for as long as possible. The sensation of you cumming on him was enough to bring him right to the brink of no return.

“Can I cum on you?” he pleaded in a tone all too familiar to you.

“Please do,” you nodded.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he said as he gave you a couple more hard thrusts before pulling out and coating your ass with white strings.

Jungkook held you in his arms after wiping you down with a towel, both of your chests heaving in sync. You both managed to work up a sweat, but Jungkook still smelled amazing. He played with your hair as your eyelids started to get heavy.

“_____,” he whispered softly.

“Yes, Jungkook?” you replied with your eyes still closed.

“Come with me.”

“What?” your eyes shot open.

“Come with me to Spain. I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t care. You’ll finally get the adventure you’ve always wanted, and we’ll do it together,” he kissed your forehead.

His unexpected proposition had you overwhelmed. You were speechless. You would go with him in a heartbeat. It wouldn’t matter where you’d go, as long as you were with him.

“Jungkook...you know I can’t do that,” you fought back tears, nuzzling yourself further into his chest.

“I wanted to ask your parents as soon as I arrived but you rushed me out too quickly and--”

“I can’t leave them, you know that,” silent tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I think they’d understand. Plus, you’ve said that they’ve tried to convince you to go to college,” Jungkook was getting desperate, he thought you’d agree on the spot.

“They need my help now more than ever. My parents are getting old. As much as I want to leave this place, I can’t. I’m going to be stuck here forever. I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you wept.

“It’s okay, ___. We can ask them tomorrow, how does that sound?” he rubbed your back.

“No, I can’t do that to them. You know they’ll say yes. I have to stay,” you sniffled.

“You’re a great daughter. I can’t force you to come with me. I’ll miss you. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone,” Jungkook’s voice started to falter.

“Don’t worry about me. Go live out your life. Eat great food. Take beautiful pictures. Meet pretty girls,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“You think I want to meet pretty girls? Why would I do that when I have you,” he hugged you tightly.

“We aren’t even dating, Jungkook. I don’t want to hinder you more than I already have,” you blurted.

“I...I know we aren’t dating. Not officially. But that’s just a stupid label. I want to be with you,” Jungkook’s voice softened to hide his pain.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you said as you got up.

Jungkook immediately pulled you back into him. Your nose brushed against his wet cheek, causing you to freeze up when you realized that he had also been crying.

“Please stay with me. At least just for tonight,” he pleaded.

“Alright. I can do that,” you softly kiss him.

You woke up the next morning with your head on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook looked adorable while he was asleep, with his mouth agape and his hair falling messily over his forehead. You tried to inch away, but he just pulled you closer, making it impossible to escape.

He woke up with a yawn a couple minutes later. He smiled down at you before ruffling your hair.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry about last night. I--”

“Let’s not talk about it. This is my last day with you for god knows how long. Let’s just enjoy ourselves, okay?” he interrupted you.

It had been three years since that spring when you met Jungkook. You sometimes reminisce about the times you had with Jeon Jungkook. It honestly felt like a dream. Communication with him slowly faded away, and now the only conversations you had with him were one message long during birthdays and holidays. You kept up with him more through Instagram. He regularly uploaded his beautiful pictures, and you could tell that his talent only grew. He had a knack for making dull buildings and streets come to life.

Your parents planned to retire soon, leaving you to tend to the bakery by yourself. They mainly managed the front-of-house work during the busy hours now. Their goal was to finally sell the bakery, but you protested against it. As much as you wanted to be rid of the chains that tied you down, you were scared. You didn’t know what you would do if the bakery was suddenly gone. It was all you’ve ever known.

Ever since your parents announced their retirement plans, you started to dabble in pastry making. They were impressed with your skills, and your creations got added to the menu. Word spread that the already famous bakery was now carrying delicious pastries, and business soared.

You were busy decorating your latest desserts when your mother came into the kitchen.

“Your father and I have to go run a quick errand, we’ll be back soon!” she said before giving you time to protest. You grumbled to yourself as you placed strawberries on your cakes, praying that no one would come in.

“Hello? Anyone here? The sign says open,” someone called from the front.

‘God dammit’, you thought before putting on a fake customer service smile.

“Welcome to--” you stopped in your tracks.

Jungkook was standing in the middle of your bakery, looking even more handsome than you had remembered him. His face lit up as soon as he saw you. You couldn’t help yourself as you ran towards him, colliding into him with a forceful hug.

“I hear you sell desserts now,” he grinned.

“Jungkook! What are you doing here? Your hair, it’s so long! And...do you have tattoos now?!” you were in shock.

“Do I look more artsy now?” he laughed, “I came to see you. I wanted to try your desserts too, of course. No one would believe me when I said nothing can compare to your family’s bakery. Oh, I have a present for you.”

You became giddy with excitement as Jungkook brought out a brown paper bag and handed it to you. You pulled out prints of a beautiful girl standing in a forest. Wait...it looked familiar…

“Is this me?” you asked as your mouth hung open.

“Yeah, these are the pictures from when you took me on that picnic. Would you believe me if I said I barely had to touch anything up? They were already nearly perfect,” Jungkook said proudly.

“It’s because you’re a talented photographer,” you smiled.

“That, and because I had the perfect model. How could I not ask the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen to model for me?” he said as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“So I wasn’t just practice?” you recalled asking him about it all those years ago.

“I was so nervous back then, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth,” he laughed, “I’m much more open now.”

You promptly switched the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’ and sat Jungkook down. You brought out one of your fresh strawberry cakes, eager to hear his opinion. His face contorted with pleasure as he took the first bite. He complimented the flavors and textures, saying that everything tasted like perfect harmony. You laughed together as he shared stories of his time abroad. He intently listened while you opened up about the struggles of the bakery.

“Anyway, that’s enough complaining for now. I’m happy you’re back! How long are you staying for this time?” you tilted your head.

“Depends,” Jungkook answered as he gazed out the window. He looked back at you with a serious expression. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you close, bringing your face just inches away from his.

“Do you still want to explore the world?” he asked.

“Of course, that’ll never change. But...you know I can’t,” you answered somberly.

“After everything you just told me, you still think you have to stay here?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “My next gig is going to be in France. Come with me this time, _____.”

You stared at him with a stunned expression. You thought he had forgotten about you. Now here he is, asking you to run away with him again.

“Why did you lose touch? I thought you had moved on. I made peace with that. God, it hurt like hell, but I came to terms with it. And now we’re doing this again,” your voice cracked as tears welled in your eyes.

“Honestly, it hurt me too much. I couldn’t bear talking to you every day or video chatting you, without knowing when I’d see you next. I never stopped thinking about you. I tried. I tried to forget...but no one could ever come close to you,” Jungkook cupped your cheek in his palm, “There’s a really good patissiere academy close to where I’ll be working. You could go there and sharpen your skills! Then maybe one day open up a bakery of your own...if you wanted.”

“But what about my parents--”

“Stop using us as an excuse to hold yourself back,” your mom scolded you as she entered the bakery.

“Did you like your surprise?” your dad winked.

“You knew?” you were bewildered.

“Jungkook contacted us a while back, asking if we thought his plan could ever be a possibility. I figured you were still head over heels for him since you never dated anyone else,” your mom shrugged.

“If you want to go, go. Don’t worry about us. We can sell the bakery, and finally retire,” your dad said.

“You have your parents’ blessing, ____. This decision is entirely up to you. What’s it gonna be? Will you come with me to France?” Jungkook asked again.

“I..,” you looked at your parents before your eyes wandered back to Jungkook, “Yes. I’d love to,” tears of joy rolled down your cheeks.

Jungkook got up and embraced you in a tight hug before he whispered, “I’ve missed you so much,” in your ear.

“Well, we better start packing,” Jungkook turned to your parents.

“Packing? Already?” your eyes widened.

“We leave by the end of the week!” Jungkook gleefully took your hand and dashed out of the store.

Jungkook dragged you through the town up to your house. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched his long hair bounce around while you ran. You could’ve sworn that sometimes they looked like bunny ears.

He was definitely Jungkook, but he seemed like the upgraded version of the shy boy you once knew. He had a new confident aura around him, and he seemed more manly than boyish now. Everything was happening so quickly, but you were nothing but excited for the adventures to come.

As long as Jungkook was by your side, you were ready to take on the world.

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