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Chapter 5: All the Boys Want Me

‼️WARNING‼️: STRONG TRIGGER WARNING FOR SEXUAL ABUSE TO A MINOR AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGE.

Growing up I had more confidence than I probably should have. I would strut my chubby 7 year old body around the pool wearing a tankini that made my butt sag, look the male lifeguards up and down, then do a cannonball in the shallow end, to show them just how sexy I could be. I always assumed that they were drooling over me because, well, how could they not? I knew plenty of grown men that wanted in my pants so I just assumed I had whatever it was that made men go crazy.

Men like my uncle. My mom’s brother. Let’s call him Bobby. My uncle Bobby would stumble into my grandma’s house, high off of whatever pills he could get his hands on that day. He would look at me and say “Wow you’re really growing up! How old are you now 18?” I’d laugh because I thought he was just trying to compliment me and say that thing that all adults tell kids which is “you’re growing up so fast!” “No I’m 5 Uncle Bobby!” I’d say trying to sound sassy while rolling my eyes. He’d grab me into a bear hug and squeeze my ass and say “well you could have fooled me!”

Bobby had a raging pill addiction, one he inherited from my grandmother. It wasn’t uncommon to go to visit my grandparents house and he’d be there slumped over in a chair drooling and murmuring about how the family all treats him like shit. I felt bad for him. He must have been the outcast and felt lonely. I knew what it was like to be lonely so I’d make a point to sit with him and talk about whatever I could think of. Most often times it was about plans I had for my future or showing him my latest moves I learned in ballet class. “I’m turning 6 soon so I’ll be moving up a class in ballet!” He’d mumble something about the government and continue to drool and snore. I’d continue dancing and telling my stories.

Sometimes I’d go over to my grandparents house and he’d be there all day. My grandpa would be taking one of his daily naps after the bar and my grandma would be passed out on Xanax or forcing someone to take her to dollar general for cleaning supplies. Which would leave me and Uncle Bobby alone. One day, when he was only about 50% fucked up with pills, he came up with a game for us to play. It was called Disneyland. Disneyland was a game that was just for the two of us and HAD to be our secret. Otherwise everyone else would want to go to Disneyland with us someday.

The game went like this. For everything I let him grope and touch on me, he’d promise a ride on a different attraction at Disneyland. “This one gets you a ride on the tea cups!” He’d say as he groped my nonexistent boobs. “This one get you Tower of Terror” He’d whisper squeezing my butt. “This one is very special. It’s for splash mountain!” He’d laugh grabbing my vagina. I didn’t really like playing this game because it made no sense to me. How did any of these things add up to rides at Disneyland? I had no idea but the game seemed to make him happy and less lonely, and got me a promised trip to Disneyland. So I continued to play it with him every once in awhile when we were alone.

One day I walked passed him getting ready for dance class. He said “mmm” and smacked and squeezed my ass. I didn’t like it when he did that because he always did it too hard and it hurt. It reminded me of the spankings id get at home and it pissed me off. I’d finally had enough of it that day. I went up to my mom later on and said “I don’t like that Uncle Bobby touches my bottom. He shouldn’t get to smack it if I’ve done nothing wrong.” To which my mom looked at me in horror. She wanted more details but I was afraid to get in trouble so all I told her was that “Uncle Bobby likes to grab my butt when I walk passed him and I don’t like it. I also don’t like it when he says I’m sexy because that’s a bad word.”

I remember that night my aunt and uncle came over to my grandmas house. My mom, dad, grandma, uncle Bobby, and his wife all sat in the kitchen yelling while my grandpa and I played outside. I loved family quality time like this. My mom called me into the house and told me to sit on the couch, then left me alone in the room. My uncle Bobby came in and got down on his knees infront of me and said “Sorry sweety for touching your butt. I didn’t know that that’s a no no spot for you.” I sat in silence, thinking “huh, what about the other spots?” I didn’t look at him. “Can I have a hug now?” I just shook my head no and started to cry. I didn’t know why I was crying until he told me. “I guess we won’t be going to Disneyland since you told the secret.” Which made me mad because I DID NOT tell anyone our Disneyland plans. How dare he say I broke my promise.

For years to come after that the family never spoke of the incident. My mom’s biggest rule was that if my uncle Bobby tried to be alone with me I needed to try my best not to do that. I wasn’t allowed to be alone with him and it was my responsibility to make sure that didn’t happen. When he’d come over to my grandmas house I’d run and hide in my grandpas closet. “Watcha doin darlin?” He’d ask. “Oh I just wanted to sit and think in the dark grandpa!” I’d yell out from underneath a pile of clothes in the closet. I didn’t want to get in trouble so I did my best to make sure I didn’t end up alone with uncle Bobby.

It made my grandma angry though. She’d burst into the closet after awhile “why do you treat your uncle Bobby like this?! He’s done nothing wrong and you act like you’re afraid of him!” She’d seeth between her oddly white dentures. “I’ll get in trouble with my mom. Because he touched no no spots.” “HE DID NOT YOU MADE THAT UP!!!” She’d yell. I hated her. I was a lot of things to her apparently. Stupid. A brat. A bitch. Ungrateful. Stuck up. And now a LIAR? I was a lot of things but I was no liar. THAT WAS A SIN.

Uncle Bobby wasn’t the only man who saw the true sexual beast I thought I must have been as a child. Lots of church elders would sneak in a handful of nonexistent boob when giving me a hug. One of whom took me and a few other girls to the park and to McDonald’s one day. I learned that grownups love to share secrets with pretty little girls. Secrets like what color of underwear we were all wearing, or the fact that you can put salt ON TOP of your ketchup before dipping your fries.

We moved churches a lot growing up. Most of the time it was because my parents would find out a pedophile was targeting me. My parents would tell the church council and they’d get “well he’s been a member longer than your family has been so we can’t ask him to leave.” So we’d leave and find a new one. I felt bad that my parents had to deal with having such a sex magnet of a kid like me. The struggle of being THIS sexy was just too much for the house of god and his men to remain pure. I remember when I was 12 and got an email from a 40-something year old man in the church. It read, “ that dress you had on last week looked SOOO nice. You should wear it more often! ;) -love Mark.” I proudly showed my mom the email to prove to her that the dress was a fantastic purchase choice. We left that church after getting the usual reply from the council. Then my mom threw the dress away.

I got my first real, tax paying job at the age of 16. At Pizza Hut. There I felt free. Free to flirt with all the middle aged men that would tell me what they’d like to do to me after my shift. Free to flirt with my manager for free food. Free to escape the hell that was my house. Free to escape the man I called Dad. I found comfort and friendship at this job. Friends of all ages. A few teenagers that I’d go to Walmart with after our shifts ended and buy ice cream and pajamas. But my best friend was the delivery driver. I will not name him. I simply refer to him as “pizza hut guy” now. He was 32 and I was 16-17. We’d stay up all night talking on messenger video. It started out simple. Just him walking me to my car at night to keep me safe and asking if I got home alright.

It didn’t stay simple for long. I revealed the secret about my uncle to him one night after sneaking some alcohol from my parents. He was so hurt by the information that he cried. I couldn’t believe how good of a guy he seemed to be. He was perfectly nice. He always asked if I had taken my meds, even started to video called me to watch me take them every night. Wow, what a great guy. I’d call him on nights where my dad had been angry and throwing things and he’d promise that someday it would be better. Even if it was up to him to make it better for me. We’d hang out all durning our shifts, even coming in on our days off just to sit in the booth and hangout.

That booth was one of my favorite spots. It felt like it was just him and I, and that I could tell him anything. I told him my deepest darkest secrets and fantasies. He’d tell me his too. We’d laugh and cry and spend all night talking in that booth. Then go home after closing time and video chat until 3am. He’d ask me what color of underwear I was wearing and I’d answer him in Spanish to see if he could guess the right answer. He’d ask to see them so I’d set my camera up and prance around my room to show him. He’d tell me how beautiful I was and how if things were different, maybe he would fall in love with me.

Love. I still had no sense of what that word meant. I knew it was sexual. But also cuddly. Hot, but also comfortable. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to know exactly what love was. And if he was willing to teach me, I was willing to learn. We’d sit on the same side of the booth watching scary movies and cuddling he’d put his hand on my thigh and run it along the inseam of my jeans. Sneaking his hand up higher and higher until I’d call it quits. He’d get sad and say “I just want to make sure you know how it feels to be touched the right way before you end up in a relationship someday and have no idea what you’re doing.” It made perfect sense to me so I’d let him continue. Higher and higher his hand would go on my thigh and I’d giggle and he’d squeeze and smile. Until my manager would eventually walk over to tell us that we need to either clock in and work or order something. He’d snap his hand back into his lap so quickly I would try not to burst into laughter.

One night we had a closing shift together and once we locked the doors he asked if I wanted to sit for awhile before going home. I thought this sounded nice so I agreed. He walked me to my car and sat between me and the open driver door. My car was too small for him to sit in comfortably since he was 6’2” and about 350lbs. So he’d sit next to me on the ground often. He said he wanted to play a game and I was intrigued so I agreed. He said “put your hands on the steering wheel and don’t move them. No matter what.” So I did. He started groping my thighs, breasts, he’d put his hand lightly around my neck, then he’d grab my vagina through my jeans and I got nervous. I started to move my hands off the wheel. “Uh uh uh” he said with a smile. “Lay your chair back” I didn’t want to do that. “Lay it back or we just won’t be friends anymore.” I couldn’t loose him. So I did. He then climbed halfway into my car putting his body weight on me and trying to unbutton my jeans. “ I think I need to go home now.” I said trying to not panic. “Just few more steps until we’re done.” He said trying to get his hands into my pants.

I don’t know what happened in my moms brain that night but she forced my dad to drive her passed the Pizza Hut I was supposed to be closing that night. All the lights were off but she saw my car and Pizza Hut guy’s car still there. Just as he was about to fully climb on me my parents flew through the parking lot and he jumped off me and tried to pretend he was tying his shoe. “Get home. Now.” My mom shouted at me. He got up and just whispered “sorry” to my parents. He got in his car and sped off.

I got home and my mom laid into me about how dangerous my actions were and how I must be leading this man on. How she wasn’t stupid and knew I’d been talking to him every night and how he is expecting me to do things now. I was confused. Shouldn’t she be mad at him? I broke down sobbing. “I just wanted a friend mom. He’s not my friend though. He lied.” She called my job the next morning, told them everything and quit on my behalf. I went to return my uniforms and my manager said “ugh now I have to hire two waitresses to replace you. I can’t even go on my vacation anymore.” And that was it. Pizza Hut guys still works there to this day. I can’t walk into a pizza place and not get sick from the smell now.

I lay awake at night often. I think about all the girls that came before me into these men’s lives. And then I get a gut curdling pain when I think of all the ones that were after me. All the ones that my uncle got to. All the ones in the churches. And all the teenage waitresses at that Pizza Hut. I worry that I could have done something to stop it but when I really stop and think about it. I don’t think it was my job to stop it. I think it was my parents job and they failed me and all the other girls. I think it’s the churches that keep loyal money held higher on the totem pole rather than the innocence of children. I think of all these men who are disgusting, vile, and evil vermin who serve no greater purpose than simply paying taxes and dying.

I do get to revel in a few things though. The man from the church that took me to McDonald’s is now serving life in prison due to having 200 files of child pornography on his computer, some of which were homemade. Pizza Hut guy would be 39 or 40 now and is still a fat fucking Pizza Hut delivery driver. Then there’s my uncle Bobby. He died a few years back from an overdose. Everyone cried at his funeral, everyone but me. I even got a few minutes alone with the body to say goodbye. I simply looked at his disgusting, rotting corpse and said “Hope theres a Disneyland in hell. Have fun bitch.”

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cementandaluminum · 1 year ago

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39 Best Foods You Need to Try at Disneyland // Local Adventurer

Discover the ultimate foodie's paradise at Disneyland. From iconic Mickey-shaped treats to mouthwatering gourmet delights, this list of 39 must-try foods will elevate your taste buds to new heights. Get ready for a delicious journey.

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shivika990 · 2 years ago

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The Thrilling World of Amusement Parks

Amusement parks offer visitors a world of excitement and entertainment. These parks, with their thrilling rides, captivating shows, and delectable treats, create an unforgettable experience for people of all ages. This informative content will delve into the various aspects of amusement parks, from their history to the must-try attractions and safety measures.

1. A Brief History of Amusement Parks:

Amusement parks date back to the late 19th century when the first roller coaster was introduced in Coney Island, New York.

These parks gained popularity as a form of leisure and entertainment, evolving from simple mechanical rides to elaborate themed attractions.

2. The Variety of Attractions:

Roller Coasters: Known for their speed and loops, roller coasters are a staple in most amusement parks. Examples include the Steel Vengeance at Cedar Point and Kingda Ka at Six Flags Great Adventure.

Water Rides: Water flumes and log rides offer a refreshing splash, such as Splash Mountain at Disneyland.

Ferris Wheels: Offering panoramic views, Ferris wheels like the London Eye and the Orlando Eye provide a unique perspective.

Live Shows: Many parks host live performances, from Broadway-style musicals to stunt shows.

3. Family-Friendly Attractions:

Kiddie Rides: For the little ones, amusement parks feature gentle rides such as carousels and mini trains.

Character Meet-and-Greets: Meet beloved characters like Mickey Mouse or Harry Potter in themed areas.

Playgrounds and Picnic Areas: Ideal for family picnics and relaxation.

4. Dining and Refreshments:

Cotton Candy, Popcorn, and Churros: Classic park snacks that satisfy a sweet tooth.

Themed Dining: Many parks offer dining experiences that match the park's theme, such as dining in a medieval castle or a sci-fi restaurant.

International Cuisine: Explore a variety of food options, from pizza to sushi, catering to diverse tastes.

5. Safety Measures:

Height and Age Restrictions: Rides often have height and age requirements for safety reasons.

Safety Briefings: Visitors are given safety instructions before boarding thrilling rides.

Health and Hygiene: Amusement parks prioritize cleanliness and provide hand sanitizing stations.

Emergency Protocols: Staff are trained to handle emergencies, ensuring visitor safety.

6. Themed Parks and Immersive Experiences:

Disney Parks: Known for their immersive storytelling and beloved characters.

Universal Studios: Features rides based on popular movies and TV shows.

Harry Potter Wizarding World: A magical experience for fans of the wizarding world.

7. Annual Events and Seasonal Changes:

Halloween Haunts: Many parks transform into spooky wonderlands during October.

Holiday Themes: Christmas lights, parades, and themed decorations create a festive atmosphere during the holiday season.

8. Ticketing and Discounts:

Online Booking: Save time and money by purchasing tickets online in advance.

Season Passes: Enjoy unlimited visits throughout the season with season passes.

Group Discounts: Amusement parks often offer discounts for large groups, making it an ideal destination for school outings or corporate events.

In conclusion, amusement parks are a world of adventure, catering to the tastes of visitors young and old. From thrilling roller coasters to family-friendly attractions and immersive experiences, there's something for everyone to enjoy in these enchanting destinations. Prioritizing safety and offering a wide range of dining options, amusement parks ensure that every visit is a memorable and delightful experience.

#amusement park

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thedisneychef · 2 years ago

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Indulge in Delicious Chocolate Peanut Butter Sandwiches

If you're a fan of sweet and decadent treats, you'll definitely want to try the Chocolate Peanut Butter Sandwiches. This delicious dessert is a perfect combination of rich chocolate and creamy peanut butter, making it a favorite among many dessert lovers. The sandwich is made with two buttery and crumbly shortbread cookies, which are sandwiched together with a layer of smooth and creamy peanut butter and a generous dollop of chocolate ganache. The end result is a perfect blend of flavors and textures that is sure to satisfy your sweet tooth. Whether you're a fan of classic peanut butter and chocolate combinations or simply looking for a delicious and indulgent dessert to enjoy, the Chocolate Peanut Butter Sandwiches are definitely worth a try. With their perfect balance of sweetness and richness, these sandwiches are sure to become a favorite among dessert lovers. So, if you're looking for a fun and delicious way to indulge in something sweet and satisfying, be sure to give the Chocolate Peanut Butter Sandwiches a try. More Delicious Recipes You Will Love: - Satisfy Your Sweet Tooth with Chocolate Lava Cake at California Grill - Cinnamon Glazed Almonds – Disney Parks - Try the Flavorful Coconut Almond Chicken at Kona Cafe I picked a really bad week to be allergic to peanut butter. Ok, so I can't pick being allergic to peanut butter, but the truth of the statement still stands... This isn't a great week to have a peanut allergy in my house. It feels like everything I've made lately has peanuts or peanut butter in it. An even bigger bummer as everything I've made looks utterly fantastic. The recipe today is a total throwback. While it's something that's still around occasionally in Disneyland, it used to be one of Disney World's signature treats at the Main Street Bakery and Starring Rolls at the former MGM and has since been retired. I have heard that you can rarely find them around in the fall, especially around Halloween, but despite their cult status as a treat that rivals Mickey ice cream and rice treats, it hasn't been found reliably around WDW in about 10 years and Disneyland started phasing them out about 5 years ago. However, there was a time where these little sandwiches were the go-to treat. Creamy, chocolaty, and kept cold (even frozen!), they were like a peanut butter ice cream sandwich and a slice of heaven on a hot summer day. Their taste, retro feel, and former "must have" designation has elevated them almost to mythic cult status with Disney snackers... So much so that when they were brought back for 3 days (that's right, they were randomly available for 3 days), I saw Twitter forwards like you wouldn't believe when they'd been spotted and people giving running updates as to their availability. Honestly, it was crazy. I've never seen a snack inspire such frenzy in people. As a result of what I think is the most viral Disney Twitter explosion not involving the new Fantasyland that I know I'd ever seen, I reached out to one of my connections to get some more info about this treat. What I came back with was the recipe, direct from one of the folks who used to actually make it back in the mid 90s. According to him, the snack was good and enjoyed by many, but people complained that it'd melt too quickly and was way, way too messy to really enjoy. Then, as luck would have it, at the place on property where this treat was exclusively available at the time (which I'm not going to name because I don't want to get anybody in trouble for sharing the story with me...), in one of their displays that is refrigerated, they had some extra space and they decided to slide a few of these bad boys in the refrigerated case. From there, the iconic chocolate peanut butter sandwich as it was known was born and became a sensation, eventually becoming available at several places throughout Disney. Nobody really knows why these were phased out... They were time consuming to make and difficult to store, but more importantly they were served in conjunction with a sponsorship with a peanut butter company that has long since expired which may have been the nail in the coffin to this delicious treat. I'd have to agree that, while making these is easy, it certainly is time consuming and requires a lot of space, both on the counter and in the fridge. If you've got both of those issues worked out, then you've got a hit on your hands with this recipe. I served this as is, making no real changes at all. The only thing is that I don't have the fancy-pants molds that they have at Disney, so I quite literally spooned the mixture on the cracker and then molded it with my hands to a square, level shape. It's not messy or sticky, so I really didn't mind getting hands-on with the peanut butter mixture. I'll also say that I went with a combination of chocolates... I did half of the bars with milk chocolate and a dark chocolate drizzle, the other half dark chocolate with dark chocolate (tempered with whipped cream) drizzle. Honestly, I hate working with milk chocolate because it's such a pain, so for those who don't do a lot of chocolate work, I'd suggest going with a dark or bittersweet and then adding whipped cream to reach a taste that you'd enjoy. But if you're more confident working with milk chocolate without burning it or having it seize, then go for it. Quality of chocolate really matters for this recipe, perhaps more then any other chocolate recipe I've used in awhile. Don't go cheap or you'll regret it. In fact, Disney has a contract with a certain chocolate company that they use for their chocolate work, a company that also has a store in Downtown Disney... Again, can't say the name here because this recipe isn't featured at their establishment, but I have made some marvelous cookies for this blog that come from the same spot if you need a hint... Anyway, they're expensive, but for sure the best way to go if you can find them in your grocery store. ~~~~ °o° ~~~~ Conclusion In conclusion, the Chocolate Peanut Butter Sandwiches are a heavenly dessert that are perfect for satisfying your sweet tooth. This delectable treat features a combination of rich chocolate and creamy peanut butter sandwiched between two buttery and crumbly shortbread cookies. The chocolate ganache adds a perfect layer of richness to the dessert, making it a favorite among chocolate lovers. Whether you're a fan of classic peanut butter and chocolate combinations or simply looking for a delicious and indulgent dessert to enjoy, the Chocolate Peanut Butter Sandwiches are definitely worth a try. With their perfect balance of sweetness and richness, these sandwiches are sure to become a go-to dessert for any occasion. So, if you're looking for a fun and delicious way to indulge in something sweet and satisfying, be sure to give the Chocolate Peanut Butter Sandwiches a try. In addition to the delicious food and recipes, Disney World is also known for its unique dining experiences, such as character dining and themed restaurants. Whether you want to have breakfast with Mickey Mouse, dine in a replica of a sci-fi drive-in theater at Hollywood Studios, or enjoy a meal with an ocean view at the Coral Reef Restaurant in Epcot, there's something for everyone. And with the help of Recipes Today and the How to Make category, you can even recreate some of these magical dining experiences in your own home. So why not start planning your next Disney-inspired meal or dining experience today? Read the full article

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nataliesnews · 2 years ago

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Dubai 6.3.2023

I have not yet come right from the trip. There is so much I have to catch up on, translations and all the demonstrations which are going on. My South African friends and family, how can you say....ek kan nie my draai kry nie. I feel like a dog running after its tail. So that is also why this letter is so disjointed. I have all these deep thoughts after the trip about what people enjoy, how the rich live and I am so good at finding the words to show how intellectual I am!!!

First of all let me make it clear I am not sorry I went even though there were things that I found disappointing in the trip which were a bit too laid back for me. It was good to get out of Israel, to be with people and to see something which was so different. It was good to have two friends with me, Shosh from Haifa and Pnina who is from Jerusalem. When I find it I will send you a picture of the three of us with our sticks. Shosh only needed one for one day and luckily I had taken an extra along. Avishai said that when he saw me with my two he was worried but after the first hour he saw it would be fine and the group never had to wait for me. I am not good alone in a group.Though I am thinking again of going to Egypt. By the way, in this letter if you read it there is mainly a repetition of what I wrote on Whatsapp which is how I made notes. Now I am trying to get my mind around the whole trip. What I enjoyed were the people from all over the world and the dresses and costumes. Very different from the tourists here. Colourful. We also noticed traditional Moslem couples even when the woman was wearing a hijab but the couple walked hand in hand. By the way when we got off the plane at the passport I saw this lane.

Maybe I have to get used to the fact that I am now going on trips with people who want an easier time. The group was very pleasant and Rivka, who had put it all together, was lovely and her nephew, Avishai, who was the guide, also a very nice fellow. I was however surprised that, though he has been there several times, he had no answers for two of the questions which interested me. The people you meet with are mainly tourists such as we were or foreign workers from all over the world. There was no problem with English. But what interested me was how the latter are treated and where they live. Not in all those amazing buildings we saw , that is for sure. And I was also interested as in the hotel where we were were groups of soldiers from all over the world. So as I understood that the local population is the most wealthy one can imagine, I wanted to know about the army and, as there is no conscription, were there volunteers from amongst the elite. In both cases he did not know although he was most diligent coming back to me with facts which he had gathered. But I would think that as a guide all these aspects should interest him. Especially in such an unreal world. Evidently the army is composed of all the emirates..... I think. But one of my friends back here said that in many groups people are more interested in what they can see than in everyday issues. One hears almost no Arabic. I am sure there must be locals but if so they are well hidden. Malls all over the show....and for the most part so uninteresting to me. The only thing I really wanted were all sorts of small souvenirs to bring back to the workers here at Nofim. I did find some great saffron biscuits for Irit and Yaakov and there Avishai saved me as he said ...never agree to the price at once...and got me two boxes for the price of one. And a book for my great greats in the Museum of the Future..An emotional Menagerie from A-Z for children which is very funny even though it is for later years. But other than that, unless you like shopping, it's not for me. The print here is very small but I hope you can read it. How to describe it....a plastic world, a giant Disneyland, 1984, unreal....as Rivka put it.....nothing to get excited about....no waterfalls and even the desert is just dunes and not very impressive ones with none of the wonderful canyons and mountains of Sinai. I felt as if I were in a movie of beautiful people of the future. And again I say I am glad I went and experienced it. From what my friend, Anita, told me, I think that many career people are brought there by being offered a wonderful life and many of them stay on. So I guess I am missing something. Everyone was so friendly and helpful....unlike Israel where you can walk alone on a path and say good morning and the person will look at you as if you committed a crime. It was a pleasure. I was very impressed in the toilets that everywhere there was an attendant who when she saw me would call me and take me to the handicapped toilet which is kept locked. And as soon as you exit, they are cleaning. Of course, plenty of workers. The entire place, even where there are many people, is so clean. Of course, the Dubaits....is that what one would call them can afford the labour. I found myself more and more wondering about how such rich people live. There are enormously rich people in Israel too but somehow there it seems to be much more tangible .....and again I have no real information to go on...but maybe because of these enormously high buildings ....I feel as if they must be completely divorced from the ordinary people. I was talking about it to Rivka. When you are so rich, what excites you? A new yacht, a diamond bracelet......and if you had only grown up in such an environment and you should lose your money, will you have the guts to start again. There were enormously long lines everywhere. When we went to Burj Khalifa, the world"s tallest building, there were long lines and at one place there was a sign to say that there would be a wait of 45 minutes....and there was to the minute. Looking back on the day I thought to myself was it really worth it to stand so high and look down on buildings which on the ground looked as if they were reaching to the sky. And again I say that I was glad for the experience of this weird place.There was a skywalk there and I was reminded of the Grand Canyon where you could see people were terrified of walking on it. I personally did not try as I was scared I would get busy but you could see people holding someone's hand as they got onto it. Here again I could not help comparing it to the Grand Canyon which was amazing when you looked down on all the canyons, etc. below. By the way, we did not get to the top which is residential. I can only imagine what the flats there...if one dares to use such a common word for such prestigious homes...must look like. I cannot resist one political picture which I found so funny. " My mother always say I am a terrorist" (We the demonstrators are constantly being called terrorists and traitors by Netanyahu and his friends.

#Dubai 6.3.2023

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a-library-of-old · 2 years ago

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Hey! Same anon who requested marriage hc's! I loved them! I also have another. What if they had a kid? What kind of dad would Jack be? Would he be a good husband while his wife was pregnant? (I hope so.)

Ooooo welcome back!!! Like last time I will be doing gn reader tho so uh- magically made kid!!!

First off this kid is gonna be SO spoiled! Anything they want Jack's gonna get. Outfit, gifts, places, and anything else the kiddo could ask for

Another thing! He'll make sure they get the best of everything to because that's what they deserve in his head

So best schooling, food, doctors, and everything else all completely the best he can possibly get

If his kid is a nurse ryhme he's gonna be so conflicted cause he was one to!!!! But also? He was one to :(((( same if the child's got a fairy tale only he wasn't one ya know?

Now because this kid is the heir to his business he's gonna teach em young how to bake and what makes the perfect pie

The secret Horner family recipes and how to run the factory are all things the kids gonna need to learn soooo- hope they like bakin^^

I also saw a hc of Jack loving plums a borderline insane amount so he's at first gonna try and get the kid to like plums to but won't be to upset if the kiddo doesn't

He's a nightmare at parent teacher conferences to! I know I've said before he's a Karen when out and about so I think he will be for teachers to. Like the typa parent that thinks there kid can do absolutely *no* wrong

Granted anyone bullies the kiddo? He's gonna show the power of the unicorn horn to whatever kid did it doesn't matter how young

For more domestic sides though? I just think he'll do cute dad stuff all the time! And make sure you aren't always having to single handedly take care of the child or anything else like that

He'll read them bedtime stories, when their a lil bby he'll wear matching outfits, daddy daughter dances if it's a girl are a must! If it's a boy he'll do some usually dad boy son thing

Oh and lord helps ANYONE who wants to date his lil one, they are gonna get the stereotype 'don't hurt my kid' talk while he's holding some weapon or another

And if his kid wants to date someone? He teaches em about respect so fast and how to ask their parents and overall just how to be treated by their partner but also to treat their partner as well

He loves taking you guys on fun vacations to! Whatever version if Disneyland they have in the cannon? Season passes. Kid wants to go skiing for Christmas break? Flights booked and gear bought!

Overall Jack is just the best dad ever, and totally not because I have daddy issues and want him to be

#big jack horner #jack horner #jack horner x reader #puss in boots #puss in boots: the last wish #big jack horner x reader #pie man

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littlemisslipbalm · 5 years ago

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“sorry to bother you”

Summary: Y/N meets Harry in a little shop in France. It was a lovely meeting between the fan and the rockstar, but when Y/N realizes she’s lost her phone, will she see Harry sooner than she had ever thought possible?

AKA Harry meets a fan and accidentally steals her phone

vibes bc they snack and she walks up to him while he’s looking at the sky lol ^

Ok so I just wanted to preface this: this was initially just going to be a short blurb about a respectful meeting between Harry and a fan because of the terrible stories I’ve been hearing lately about rude people being inconsiderate of Harry and his privacy and I wanted to showcase that you can treat Harry as a human being rather than an object when you see him irl. But then my writer brain wanted more and so it turned into more. All I have to say is if you ever meet Harry in real life, please be respectful and kind. Also there is a 0.00001 chance that this would ever actually happen as most fiction goes so please don’t expect more than a short convo and maybe a photo from him. For him to even speak with you is more than enough, he really isn’t a disneyland attraction.

Also not proofread bc apparently its long lol, I’m not super in love with this but I think it’s good-ish the end is meh - pls lemme know what yall think :)

Word Count: 10.2k (wait im actually so confused how this got so long omfg) | Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, idrk its long but it’s sweet?

She saw him long before she approached him. She was truly unsure of herself, not wanting to bother him or upset him. She had been a fan for so long and couldn’t pass up the opportunity to meet someone who meant so much to her.

In the small Bayeux shop, she hesitates as she risks another glance at the tall man. She whispered to her mom minutes ago about how Harry Styles was in the same shop as them. Her mom was texting her non stop telling her to go up to him or she would do it herself. Y/N shook her head, distrusting her mom and feeling self conscious. No one else was in the store and her interaction with him wouldn’t disrupt the rest of the store, but for some reason she felt a tinge of discomfort about going up to him.

Harry leafs over a tablecloth, not paying attention to the other patrons in the store or anything else for that matter. He was staying on the coast of France for the week and he hadn’t run into many fans, so he was feeling at ease. Mitch was somewhere else in the store, but Harry felt comfortable on his own. He feels a soft, small tap on his broad shoulder. He turns expecting the quiet Mitch, but is presented with a short, sweet looking woman.

“Excuse me. Um, hi...Sorry to bother you,” she starts, eyes wide as she works to maintain eye contact with Harry as she looks up at him.

His green eyes are widened, realizing this isn’t someone he knows.

“Hello,” he says simply.

“I-” she pauses, her hands fiddling, “I’m sorry to bother you, honestly. But, your music means so much to me and I’d kick myself for the rest of my life if I didn’t say something before you left.”

He smiles, his expression softening at how genuine she sounds. “It’s quite alright.”

“It’s not though. I’m sure you’d appreciate not being bothered for once.”

“No,” he cuts her off, “I love talking with fans.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure there’s days where you wish you could just go to a random store on the coast of France - so out of the way - and not be walked up to by a random person.”

“I mean, I guess, but you seem rather nice.”

“Thanks...I’ve been a fan long enough to know that there’s people who don’t always treat you with that kind of respect. I really wouldn’t have bothered you if it wouldn’t have changed my life.”

“Don’t feel like you’re a bother, please,” he pleads lightly as he grasps her hand out of instinct, dropping it immediately when he realizes what he’s done. “It’s the people who don’t actually come up to me and treat me like an animal that are upsetting. Or the people who are only after a photo and aren’t very nice to me. You… you’re treating me like a human being. Being overly courteous -- if I’m being honest.” He chuckles lightly at the end.

She blushes at his words and smiles up at him, mirroring the soft smile on his lips. “I’m only treating you how I would want to be treated if I were in your shoes.” She glances down at his feet and notices the Gucci boots and smiles to herself, laughing lightly.

“What?”

“We’ve got the same shoes on actually.”

“No way!” His voice is playful at first as he glances down at well and realizes she’s right. He laughs at the weird little coincidence.

“I’ve had these for years, my favorite shoes…” She mumbles, seeing the ways his eyes shift with a flash of concern. It’s what she fears he would think of her, why she was so hesitant to approach him in the first place. It’s why she had tried to hide her laugh from him when she noticed the similarity. She just wants to interact with him in a normal way. He again softens at her words, her sincerity, realizing it really just is one of those random things.

“They’re good shoes,” he laughs again, kicking his left heel with his right foot. The way she barely touched him to get his attention and the way she stays a safe distance from him is reassuring. She’s aware of his situation, yet she’s treating him with the utmost care and respect.

“So what brings you to Bayeux?” He asks, deciding he wants to continue the conversation with her. Y/N flits her eyes behind her shoulder and sees her mother watching their interaction out of the corner of her eye. She sighs and runs a hand through her hair, leaning against the counter her and Harry are at.

“Vacation, I guess. My family and I love to travel and ever since the pandemic settled down - finally, we’ve been jetting everywhere we’ve ever been or wanted to go. Seize the day vibes.” Her voice is serious, but she falters and laughs at the end. Her words are honest and she’s happy to actually get to talk to Harry more than just hello and a picture.

“I get that. You’re from America, yeah? It was really rough there for a long time.” He says solemnly, mirroring her figure, leaning against the counter, getting comfortable with her.

She laughs again, smiling up at him, eyes sparkling, completely in love with her idol, but desperately trying to play it cool. “The accent gives it away, huh? I’m trying to fix that, get a job out of the states and never go back.”

“Hey!” Harry interjects, throwing his hand out from his stance in her direction, like he might touch her, but this time being careful to not actually. “It’s not that bad. I like your accent...And I love LA.”

She can’t stop laughing with Harry. It feels so simple and common to just be talking with him. He doesn’t seem like he’s in a rush anywhere, but she also fears to take up too much of his time. “I’m originally from up north in California actually. Living in LA right now, though. But I don’t know, I’ve just always felt like I was meant to live somewhere else. Do you know how that is? Just feeling like you’re meant for something different?”

He watches the way she moves her hands and works through her thought process. He feels like in another world they would have been close friends. The way she talks about things is so familiar to him. It’s like she’s read his mind, even though he knows for sure she hasn’t. She’s funny and laid back, yet mature at the same time. He wonders how old she is, out of college it seems if she’s trying to get a job out of the United States. He wonders what she plans to do and who she wants to become. Her aura intrigues him to no end. He thinks he could talk to her for hours.

Realizing he hasn’t made any sort of response to her somewhat philosophical question, he nods quickly, eyes blinking rapidly, his body straightening up back to his full height. “Yeah..I mean that’s how I felt about music. Like, I always felt like I was meant for something more… Turns out I was!”

They smile together again, knowing the conversation is ending. She knows he won’t keep asking questions and she doesn’t want to keep him.

He knows he can’t completely turn himself over to this stranger, she’s obviously younger than him and even though he feels connected to her, she could surprise him still. He knows he can’t talk to her forever, the cashier glancing at the pair of them every so often since they haven’t been looking at any merchandise for a while now. He knows he shouldn’t flirt with her, ask her out for coffee or anything of the sort. He simply knows this must come to an end any moment now.

“You should definitely follow your heart,... I didn’t catch your name?” He realizes when he can’t finish his sentence by calling her name.

“Oh!” She says surprisedly, not realizing she never gave her name, “Y/N. And thank you, means a lot to hear encouragement come from someone who’s been such an inspiration to me. Honestly, thank you.”

He perks at the way she says her name, again feeling like he’s known her for much longer than these five minutes.

“It’s me who should be thanking you, Y/N. Your support is what makes my life the way it is. It means a lot to me - and you truly seem like a lovely person, genuinely.”

She throws her head back in laughter at all of the words he’s saying. The way he’s trying to convey his sincerity is earnest, but his word choice is simply funny to her. Without realizing what she’s doing, she throws out her arm and her hand lands on his bicep to steady herself while laughing - something she would do with anyone normally. He doesn’t shift from her grasp when she opens her eyes and even widens them at the sight in front of her. Her hand on Harry Styles. How is this happening? She thinks as he doesn’t disintegrate underneath her touch. He’s definitely real as she feels the coat fabric and the muscles beneath it. He smiles down at her, so sweetly that his dimples pop out. She’s in awe, but has to contain the slight sense of coolness she’d been maintaining during their conversation.

She removed her hand, gingerly, “I won’t keep you any longer, Harry.” She blushes when she says his name. “If you don’t mind, I’d love to get a picture with you, but I totally understand if you’re not okay with that. I wouldn’t post it anywhere, it’s more just for me to remember this.” She rushes the last bit, feeling nervous and shy yet again. He was so big physically, but his presence was also so strong that she felt even smaller around him.

His smile calms her immediately and this time it's his hand to touch her, his hand landing over hers that’s been resting on the counter during their conversation.

“Of course,” His lips are soft and plush as they maintain his sweet smile. “Hey Mitch!” He looks over his shoulder as he calls to Mitch who has returned from the upstairs part of the shop.

Mitch blinks at the sight of Harry with a stranger before coming over, “Yeah?”

“Do you mind taking a picture of Y/N and me?”

Y/N is still in disbelief of what is going on, completely awestruck that Harry just said her name again to Mitch Rowland. And that Mitch Rowland was even in this shop with her as well. She hadn’t realized that at first. But now she was going to be forever grateful to her father for insisting they come back to Bayeux during this trip.

Mitch nods and takes her phone once she slips it out of her pocket, fingers fidgeting to get it open quickly. Mitch smiles at her reassuringly as she lets go and moves to stand beside Harry against the counter. He pulls her into his side gently and her hand goes around his waist, feeling his warmth and substantiality for the first true time. She tries to ground herself in the moment, memorizing every detail of right now. His cologne that emanates from his neck, the way the material of his jacket feels against her bare arm, the way he puffs out a slight laugh as Mitch shifts around to get most of their bodies in the frame. Oh and the way he looks when he tilts his neck to check on her and he even risks a wink of one of his emerald eyes and she promises herself she’ll never give away any of the clothes she’s wearing right now. Her nonchalant response is to wink right back and then they both smile, turning back their attention to the phone in Mitch’s hands.

Her mom had gone up to the cashier, effectively distracting them from the photoshoot that had begun to take place. Y/N never wants Harry to let go of her, but again she knows this can’t last forever. Mitch takes a couple of photos before handing the phone back. Y/N assumes that’s it and is about to thank Harry, but he speaks over her and her words die in her throat.

“How do they look?”

“Oh?” She flips through them and Harry leans over her shoulder, respectfully. “Pretty good,” she sums up, she loves them and she’d love even more, but she’d obviously never ask Harry for that.

“Pretty good?” He echoes, unsure of her response, looking from her to the photos, “Do you want to take more?”

She thinks on his offer, already knowing the right answer, “No, no. It’s all good. Thanks.”

Then turning to face Mitch, who’s been watching the pair of them converse, “Could I actually get a photo with you, Mitch? Sorry if that’s super weird, I just think you’re really cool. I had no idea you were even here until, uh, Harry called you over.” She laughs nervously, blushing yet again.

Harry laughs under his breath at how both her and Mitch blush at her words. She’s more unsure with Mitch, which he finds interesting. She had carried their conversation easily and maintained eye contact casually, but with Mitch, it was like he was her schoolyard crush, nervous hands and fleeting glances. He wondered if she genuinely only liked Harry for his music and didn’t find him physically attractive. This nagging feeling at the back of his mind perplexed him, he twitched trying to shrug it off. Why did he care if this woman found Mitch attractive and not him?

“Yeah, of course. It’s not weird, have had plenty of people say much weirder things to me than that…” He smiles at Y/N and she mirrors his expression, but then she bites her lip. Her expression falters slightly as she processes his words. “I’m sorry if you’ve had similar experiences as Harry with so-called fans being disrespectful and inconsiderate.”

“No need to apologize, you’ve been nothing but kind and respectful,” Harry interjects

She only fidgets at his words. She’s growing slightly more nervous, being in the presence of both Mitch and Harry was starting to wear on her calm exterior. Still, Mitch trades places with Harry and Harry plucks her phone from her hands. He takes more photos than Mitch, doing close ups and full shots, causing Mitch and Y/N to laugh as they hold onto each other. He gives them little instructions on what to do in the photos and soon Y/N is rolling her eyes at Harry like she’s been best friends with him for ages. She feels like she’s just out with a couple of her friends and they decided to stop and pose for photos randomly, rather than meeting rock legends that she had only dreamt of ever seeing in real life.

When Harry is finally satisfied and comes up to the pair of them, she moves away from Mitch first, his long hair shifting as she pulls away from his side. She turns to face him immediately and starts to gush, “You’re an amazing guitarist, by the way. I forgot to say that. When I heard ‘She’ for the first time...I was blown away. The guitar on it...Feels like you’re in another universe. And it follows up ‘To Be So Lonely’ which your guitar on it is also like crazy epic. ”

Harry and Mitch laugh, but Mitch’s smile is appreciative, like he’s about to speak, but Harry speaks first, “That’s because he was in another universe. You know the story?”

She smiles and nods. Harry nods in approval. Mitch interjects, “Thank you. Also, Y/N,” he stares intently at her face and she meets his gaze this time, “You’re truly one of the kindest people - maybe the kindest - who have come up to us. And I’m not just saying that because you complimented my guitar playing.”

“He’s right,” Harry nods solemnly. Her face beams up at them both, now she really felt like this was too good to be true. Meeting her idols and having them both say very complimentary things about her, she’d cherish it forever.

“You both are amazing people and deserve to be treated as such.” Her tone is the sincerest she’s ever been, meaning every single thing she says. Then she rushes out her next few sentences, “But thank you again, seriously, you both mean a lot to me - I’ll let you get back to it...Have a nice day!”

After they say their farewells swiftly, she turns to leave and bounces over to her mother who is grinning with pride for her daughter. Before she exits completely she risks a glance over her shoulder and throws a peace sign up, Harry returns it. Then she walks out of the shop, her mother finishing up her shopping minutes ago. Mitch and Harry stay back, talking and continuing to look around the store.

Y/N tries to keep her cool until they’re out of sight of the shop. Once they round the corner and are on the next street over, she’s jumping up and down and squealing to her mom. “Can you actually believe it? What the fuck just happened? That was real right? I wasn’t hallucinating?”

Her mom laughs and reassures her it was real, “You did that, I’m so proud of you. You handled yourself very maturely”

“Well I tried! I can’t believe Mitch was there too!” She interjects, cutting off her mom, completely ecstatic from the previous experience.

“So how did the photos come out?” Her mom asks once Y/N had stopped rambling about Harry’s outfit and their matching shoes and their conversation and basically anything that had happened in the last ten minutes. They were blocks from the shop now.

“Photos?”

“Yeah, the photos you took with them. How do they look? I was ready to come over, but then that other man popped out of nowhere.”

“He’s smooth like that,” she says wistfully, her little crush on Mitch being nowhere near her love for Harry, but still present, and pats for her phone. “Oh.” She says, stopping in her tracks.

Her mother stops with her, “What?”

“I...I left my phone in the store, I guess.”

“Y/N…” Her mom drags out her name in exasperation, in awe of her daughter’s ability to be so smooth with her own idol yet how forgetful she could still be.

“Shit!” She confirms that her phone is nowhere to be found.

“Really?” Her mother sighs, hands sitting on her hips in the center of the French street.

“Sorry?” She asks sheepishly. In her starstruck stupor she had been too transfixed on Harry and Mitch and must have placed it down on the counter.

“Well, let’s go back,” her mother states, tired but also not completely mad. She lost her phone plenty of times and it was usually because of less acceptable reasons. Meeting your idols warranted a spacey head.

The door chimes as Y/N reenters the store, she walks quickly to wear she had her conversation with Harry almost twenty minutes ago and her mom goes to ask the clerk if they had grabbed it. It’s not on the counter where they had been leaning. She glances around checking to see if it had fallen on the ground or if by some grand luck Harry and Mitch were still there. Due to her luck, neither of these hopes came true. Her mom joins her in the area and shakes her head, the clerk hadn’t gotten any phones turned in since they had left the first time.

“Give me your phone,” Y/N says suddenly. “Find my iphone,” she explains when her mom looks at her questioningly. Checking the phone, she sighs in exasperation, silently cursing herself for not sharing her location with her mom when her phone icon says ‘location unavailable’. She rubs a hand over her face in disappointment.

“Don’t click the sound button!” Her mom says quickly, “If someone stole it, they’ll turn it off when they hear it.”

“But how am I supposed to find it? It could be here and I just can’t see it.” Her finger hovers over the ‘play sound’ button, hesitant, but desperate. She had met and gotten photos with Harry Styles and they were already gone - oh and she’d have to replace her phone, which would be terrible, as well.

“Maybe Harry Styles has it?”

“Mom, don’t be dumb.”

“Hey! Watch your tone. I’m serious. Did he ever hand it back to you after he took those second round of pictures?”

Y/N scratches her head nervously and hands back her mom’s phone. She places both over her face and presses her fingers harshly over her eyes trying to think. She hadn’t been paying attention to her phone at the time, too busy trying to commit everything about Harry to memory in her mind so that she’d never forget it. She was sure she’d never forget today, now, even if she ever stopped loving Harry, which she was doubtful of. Hey kids, I met a rockstar and I was so starstruck I lost my phone in France! She groaned. “Oh my fucking god!”

After a few deep breaths with her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose, she composed herself, “We need to play the sound. Either it’s here and we’ll find it. Or - worst case scenario - it sounds and Harry Styles realizes he has my phone and we go from there… Well, I guess in the worst case scenario some jerk stole it and they turn it off and sell it for parts, but I just don’t think that’s what happened.” She bites her lip and stares at her mom, who hesitantly raises her finger to press the button that sets off the alarm on the lost phone. She clicks it after an overly dramatic pause. Y/N prays to anyone who’s willing to listen, she says in her mind, please sound the phone in here. Life would be so much simpler if it worked out the way we wanted. But, in place of the annoying echoing ring of the Find My iPhone tone there is only silence. At least there’s silence in the little shop in Bayeux.

In a tiny taxi cab that was headed to a small chateau outside of the town of Bayeux, the phone sounds and causes Harry to furrow his brows. He was sure he had his phone on ‘do not disturb’, but he pulls it out anyway to see why it’s making this annoying sound. What he pulls out of his coat pocket is not his phone he realizes immediately.

“Shit,” he says under his breath, still loud enough for Mitch to look over from the opposite passenger seat.

“What?”

“This isn’t my phone.”

“What?”

Harry rolls his eyes at Mitch’s repeated question and opens up his purse digging out his actual phone and holds up his and the one he had apparently stolen.

“Oh, yeah, that’s not your phone. That’s not good.”

Harry huffs as he turns the unknown phone over in his hand, the screen was a scene of a city he didn’t actually recognize - San Francisco maybe - the lavender silicone case is smooth in his hand and he notices a little sticker, it’s of Y/N and two other women. His eyes widen at it and it makes a little more sense to him. He hadn’t really stolen a phone, he just forgot to give it back. It wasn’t much better, but it was how he was going to comfort himself. Dropping his own phone in his lap, he runs his hand through his hair, rings slightly tugging at his mused curls. Then he turns the sticker to show Mitch, “It’s that girl we met, it’s her phone.”

“You stole her phone,” Mitch states. Voice deadpan and eyes boring into Harry’s.

“No!” Harry defends, but quickly slumps, “I mean, technically? Yes...But-” Mitch’s laughter cuts him off. “You’re an idiot, Harry, y’know that?”

“I feel like I’m on punk’d right now…” Y/N grumbles as it becomes clear that the phone is not in this shop. “If this is punk’d, at least my phone’s not actually gone,” she says to no one really. Her mom is pacing the store and stops to look at her daughter, “This is most definitely not punk’d for so many reasons, dear. Mainly because the show got canceled but also because we are in Bayeux, France not Malibu.”

“Fuck…”

She walks out of the shop, barely paying a glance to the shop keeper this time, her usual kind demeanor nowhere to be found under the piles of distress and anxiety plaguing her body.

Back out on the street she looks around, again hoping that with any luck Harry is still around and will come running up to her to give her back her phone. Again, no such luck.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” She looks to her mom helplessly, her arms flapping by her sides, defeated.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” Harry asks as they get out of the taxi, glancing at the purple phone in his hand.

Mitch shrugs, “Hope she has her location on?”

“Then she’s going to come here...But wouldn’t she have tried to track it first instead of playing the sound?”

“Dude, I don’t know.You can try to unlock it and find her mom’s number, get in contact with them.” Mitch sighs as they walk through the front door. “Or we can go back to town, see if they’re still there? Did you get her last name? You could find her on social media maybe?”

“I feel terrible...She was so nice.” Harry throws his bags down on the entryway couch and begins to pace, Y/N’s phone never leaving his hand. “Could go back into town tomorrow, maybe we’ll run into each other again.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Mitch sits and runs a hand through his hair, “Just calm down, right now, Harry. There’s not much else you can do.”

He’s right and Harry tries to not fixate on the phone, but he fiddles with it for the rest of the day. He doesn’t let it leave his sight and sets it beside his bed when he gets ready to go to sleep. As he shifts in the bed, unable to fall asleep he takes the phone and begins trying to unlock it, guessing random numbers and failing miserably. Eventually, he decides he should go to bed and drifts off into an uncomfortable sleep.

After being unsuccessful in town, Y/N and her mom went back to the little villa they were staying at on the outskirts of Bayeux. It was located next to some vineyards that the villa co-owned with the private chateau that sat on the other side of the vines. It was beautiful and she had been so excited to be staying there. But after the events of today, she was not in the mood to join the rest of her family for dinner among the grapes. She lays on her bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how she had been so stupid to forget to ask for her phone back.

In the middle of the night, she wakes up in a cold sweat. She’s still in the clothes she had worn out and was laying on top of her covers at the end of her bed. All the windows of the room were closed and her shades weren’t drawn. Groggily, she rose from her uncomfortable position and changed. Moving to the window to let some air in she sees the lights flickering in a room of the private chateau across the way. She wondered why someone would willingly be up at this hour, even though she was unsure exactly what time it was without her phone. Her phone. That’s what had woken her up. She had dreamt that her mom had called her phone and the frog from the Frog and the Toad stories had picked it up. That was ridiculous, of course, but the idea to call her phone instead of just pinging it was solid. If Harry still had it, then he could pick up and they could figure out how to meet up. She decided she’d have to do that at a reasonable hour, however and moved on, opening her windows and closing the sheer shades, before getting under her covers to sleep.

Y/N wakes up early the next morning. Her sleep a restless one. Padding down the hall to her parent’s room, she knocks solemnly. She was far from a morning person and it was much to her mother’s surprise to see her standing in the hallway when she opened the door.

“Hey..” her voice catches in her throat, scratchy from lack of use in the night.

“Good morning, sunshine,” her mother laughs slightly, but Y/N only gives her an unamused look and walks into her room immediately searching for her mom’s phone.

“Need to use your phone, gonna call my phone,” she mutters, none of her thoughts being coherent sentences.

“Y/N, it’s 7 am. You’re going to call Harry Styles at 7 am? With your morning voice?”

Her eyes narrow and her lips form a straight line one her face, clearly not amused by her mother’s questions. Even if she knew her mom was right. She clears her throat and rolls her eyes at her mom, who is moving around the room beginning to get ready for the day as her daughter sits on the rumpled bed. Y/N’s father had already gone out to breakfast in the main area of the villa.

“Fine,” she slides off the bed when she realizes her mom isn’t offering her any more words of wisdom. “I’ll get ready for the day and then I will call my phone.”

Pattering back to her room, she slowly begins to dress and liven herself up for the day. Her hands instinctively reach out to her bedside table to pick up her phone to turn some music on, but of course she’s greeted with nothing. She groans loudly, “Of. Fucking. Course.” Shaking her head, she moves to take fresh clothes out of her suitcase.

Exiting her room again, this time far more awake, she walks down the hallway in a babydoll style top that read “Don’t play with my heart” with little girls playing racquetball with a red heart emblazoned over her chest and white jean floods. Her feet were covered in red high top converse today, matching the color of the small heart on her shirt. She liked the contrast of the white pants and the bright red of the shoes and she smiled to herself as she walked confidently into the breakfast area.

Her entire family was sitting around one of the tables, sipping coffee and eating pastries, it was now around 8:45 - a slightly more acceptable part of the day. They were all early risers, especially in comparison to her, and her older sister looks at her curiously. “What are you doing up so early, kid?” Y/N leans down to grab a slice of a peach from her brother’s place, which earns her a slight yelp of protest. She rolls her eyes at her sister and stalks off to the buffet, knowing she’s made her presence known enough.

“Can I borrow your phone now?” Y/N says after finishing a small danish and the lukewarm coffee that was at their table when she arrived. Her mother finally nods and hands it over. As Y/N grabs it, she’s already halfway out the doors that lead into the backyard of the villa.

She stands on the grass that goes for a few feet before a hedge that separates the villa ground with the vineyard. Flipping through the contacts, she settles on hers and sighs, trying to calm her nerves. Her free hand ghosts over her hair and she uses one foot to step lightly on the heel of the other shoe. Please pick up, she sends out a prayer once again. Her last twenty-four hours seemed to consist of dreams, hopes, and prayers and she was starting to realize that she didn’t particularly like any of them. Biting her lip, she raises her phone up to her ear and gets her automatic voice message. Realizing she has her phone on ‘do not disturb’, she immediately rings herself again, knowing that it will go through this time.

Harry strolls out of his bathroom and widens his eyes when he hears a buzzing hear his bed. Seeing it’s Y/N’s phone he grabs it quickly and furrows his brow at the contact. Her mother’s name, but he doesn’t know that. To him it’s just a person’s name, it could be anyone she knew. Still, he thought about the odds of it being just one of her friends or her calling from someone else’s phone and decided to risk it.

“Hello?”

“Thank fucking God!” is all he hears and he’s pretty sure it’s Y/N’s voice.

“Y/N?” He laughs and takes a seat on his bed, staring out his window that opened to the vineyard.

“Yes! Harry? Hi!” She’s ecstatic that anyone picked up at all, bouncing up and down on the other side of the phone. She mutters to herself, once again, “Thank fucking God.”

“Who’s phone are you calling from?”

“Oh, my mom’s,” she says, calming down slightly as she begins to walk around the grass, unable to contain the renewed sense of energy she has.

“You don’t keep her in your contacts as ‘mum’? I almost didn’t pick up.” He tilts his head, trying to think of anyone else he knew who kept their mother’s contact as the actual name rather than ‘mum’ or some other variant of it.

“Well, thanks for picking up,” she laughs at his words, bringing her pacing to a stop to stare at the chateau across the way. “It’s really not that weird,” she insists, her arm going to cradle the elbow of the arm that holds the phone to her ear. “I don’t think any of my siblings have her as ‘mom’ in their contacts.”

“I think it’s a little weird. I’m going to have to start asking people what they’ve got their mum down as in their phones. You’ve got me intrigued,” he muses, only slightly teasing. A smile curves onto his face as he hears her huff over the phone, obviously not liking his ribbing.

“So...you have my phone,” she changes the subject.

“Yes…” he scratches his head and she swears she could hear him awkwardly rubbing at his hair. “Sorry ‘bout that. Guess I forgot to give it back.”

“Not entirely your fault, I probably should have asked for it back. It was like twenty minutes before I even realized I didn’t have it and that was only really thanks to my mom.” She tries to not make him feel bad, because she honestly felt responsible for the mess up.

“Yeah, but I probably wouldn’t’ve realized till I got back to my place and pulled out one phone from my pocket and another one from my bag if you hadn’t tried the ‘find my iphone’ thing.”

“Oh my god, was it loud!? Did you have a hard time shutting it off?” She rushes as all the possible ways she might have annoyed Harry yesterday run through her mind.

“No, no, it was fine,” he reassures her, laughing lightly, standing up now and beginning to pace in front of his window. “Felt like a proper dick, though. Never in my life have I forgotten to give someone their phone back.” He sighs and stops in front of the window, deciding to open it for some fresh air.

Her gaze flits to a movement on the second floor of the chateau, someone opening up their window apparently. The long paned windows flip open and the little sheer curtains flutter in the slight morning breeze.

“So are you still in Bayeux?” Harry asks, hoping her answer is ‘yes’ as he takes in a deep breath of the air from outside.

“Yeah. Are you still here?” She asks timidly, moving her gaze down to her shoes bright red sticking out of the green grass. “Because that will make getting my phone back much easier,” she adds, clarifying that it’s not supposed to be a personal question, just simply a logistical one. Even if her heart skips a beat at the thought of seeing Harry again.

“Yes, I am. Well...just outside the town actually.”

“You don’t say? I’m staying just outside of town, too. At a little villa located next to a vineyard,” She looks around her surroundings again, walking the length of the garden once more. A movement from the same room that had opened their windows at the chateau catching her eye once again. A man, with his arm placed on the sill, leaning out slightly.

“You’re not wearing red shoes by any chance?” He smiles and she can hear the way it affects his words. Looking out of the window, he eyes the villa and the person who was pacing around its patio, seemingly on the phone.

Her brows raise and she stops in her tracks. “Did you just open your window?”

The only response from Harry that she hears is a soft chuckle. But, more importantly, the man in the chateau is waving to her. She grins and waves her free hand over her head, doing a slight jump to make sure he sees her. His laughter only grows, crackling slightly over the telephone line.

“What are the odds?” She breathes out after a moment. Her waving hand fell to her side and she looked at the figure in the window. It wasn’t exactly clear to her that it was Harry, but the way the man was hunched was enough to convince her. She vaguely sees him shake his head in agreement at the serendipitous nature of their current situation.

“Have you had a chance to dine in the vineyard yet?” Harry bites his lip after he asks the question, feeling a little more confident in his flirtation over the phone.

“I have - only once for dinner. Last night I was so stressed I couldn’t eat.”

“What do you think about lunch in the vineyard?” He’s smiling now, the charm dripping in every word he says. His accent is music to her ears and she thinks how could she ever say no to that offer.

“I don’t know...lunch with my phone thief?” She imitates an unsure tone. Her tease is lighthearted and Harry huffs, playfully indignant.

“As an apology for keeping your phone by mistake,” he adds, emphasizing the ‘by mistake’ part.

“As long as I can get my phone back, I’m up for anything you want,” She laughs, but then blushes at the innuendo that could be found in her words. Harry hears it and an amused look spreads across his face, the definition of anything running through his mind as well as his assured belief that Y/N did not mean what she had just implied. “I mean! Not anything, I just...Lunch in the vineyard would be lovely, Harry.” She sighs, a hand trailing down her face at her complete foolishness.

“Great. How does one o’clock sound?” He moves on from her slip, not wanting to embarrass her anymore. Especially when he was the one to cause this entire situation.

“Sounds smashing, Mr. Thief,” She breathes out, but laughs when she hears Harry groan.

“You’re something else, missy.”

“I know.” She rolls her eyes, trying to contain her giggles at their playful back and forth.

“See you at one.” He says finally.

“See you at one.” She echoes, continuing to watch him in the window. Neither of them seem to move to hang up. She’s stood in place and so is he, his head hanging out of the window now, resting himself on his arm. It’s just their breathing exchanging over the line and some gusts of wind crackling the connection every so often.

“Are you going to hang up?” She whispers, after a minute of complete silence, her voice coming out impossibly small.

“Thought you would’ve by now.”

“I don’t know why I can’t.” She admits, but she just feels weird hanging up on him even if they have plans to see each other later.

“Me neither.” His response causes her to tilt her head in confusion. Why would he have trouble hanging up on her?

“Okay.”

Then, it’s quiet again. Both of them shifting their bodies around, yet still managing to stay on the line. Y/N is the one who hangs up the phone after hearing Harry’s breath shake slightly, like he’s steeling himself to actually hang up. She realizes that while she doesn’t want to hang up on him, she’d rather do it than have him hang up on her. If that made any sense. She wasn’t sure, but the way he had invited her to lunch, it just felt like he had shifted their relationship from fan and star to something else. Something she didn’t fully grasp, but whatever it was made her stomach flip.

She informed her family that she wouldn’t be going out with them today and that she was getting her phone back, but not that she would be having lunch with Harry. She had no idea what they would think about it, but she didn’t want to give them the chance to inform her.

Walking through the vineyards, she watches the slight dust from the dirt gather on her shoes, the red converse. She had settled on what she had been wearing originally after changing her outfit upwards of twenty times. Best to be casual, she thought, like it was no big deal that she was about to dine with a musician whom she loved.

There was only one table on this side of the vineyard, it was the part owned by the chateau, a couple rows from where the villa had their tables. The simple cream tablecloth laid across the wooden table that had two matching wooden chairs with cream cushions placed around it. On top of the table was a picnic basket and a bottle of red wine, made from the grapes in the vineyard. And in one of the chairs sat Harry. Big square green glasses perched on his nose as he looked up at the sky. Y/N takes in his appearance, his cream shirt with stitched patterns on it, half unbuttoned to grant a full view of his swallows and butterfly as well as baggy light wash ripped jeans and dirty white vans. His shirt almost matches the tablecloth, but she’s not sure if he would take that as a compliment.

He hadn’t noticed her presence and he rubs his lips together, smoothing the lip balm he had applied before settling outside.

“Mr. thief?” She touches lightly on his shoulder, similar to how she had done yesterday. His head shoots up and he readjusts in his chair, to sit up slightly more upright. A smile curves onto his face and he moves his glasses up into his hair, pushing his curls back behind them.

“Y/N,” he drags out her name, toying with the sound of it. His eyes flit over her figure, taking in her outfit but quickly run back to her beautiful face. He motions for her to take a seat and she complies.

“The red shoes,” he smiles, glancing at her shoes. She laughs and does a little click of her heels.

“Can’t believe my phone was less than a mile away from me last night.”

“Oh! Your phone!” Harry’s eyes widened, “I forgot it in my room!”

Y/N laughs, her smile spreading on her face immediately, but her face falls when she sees Harry isn’t laughing. “You can’t be serious.” Harry says nothing, a blush creeping up his neck. “Harry…” she doesn’t know what else to say, scratching at the back of her head. “I guess stars really are just like us, complete space cadets.”

“I’m sorry! I was..distracted.”

She can’t keep herself from laughing and she places her hand over Harry’s on the table, trying to calm him down. “No worries, seriously, I was just teasing you. I’ve gone this long without my phone, an hour or so more won’t kill me.”

He smiles sheepishly, mentally kicking himself for how foolish he had made himself look. “Sorry ‘bout that. Seems like I’m really trying to keep your phone, doesn’t it?”

“Kind of...but I don’t think there’s anything in particular on there that you’d really be interested in having access to.”

He grabs the bottle of wine and takes the temporary cork off, he had previously uncorked it before Y/N had arrived. He pours the wine and then quirks a brow towards her. “I’m sure you’ve got some funny notes on there, you’re hilarious.”

She scoffs as his look is serious. Picking her glass up, she clinks it with Harry’s and takes a sip. She hums at the taste, judging the flavor and deeming it good. He watches her as she makes her silent decision and smirks at the way she smiles to herself. Coming back to the conversation she makes eye contact with Harry as she sets the glass down and leans back in her chair.

“You barely know me.” A coy smile flits across her features now. Harry’s heart skips a beat at her tone. He had been expecting some lighthearted quip, but this held something far more intense. It’s still teasing, but it’s far closer to flirting than friendly joking.

He begins to unpack the basket and place food onto the table, eyes constantly flickering between his task and Y/N. Her eyes are fixated on his hands, the way they flex and move and the way his rinks clink against the containers he’s moving around.

“Then tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything.” He finishes placing the food on the table and removes the basket from the table so there’s nothing obstructing their view of each other.

“Very specific,” she takes a sip of her wine again, refraining from rolling her eyes. It was easy to talk to Harry, like they had been friends forever.

Harry lets out one of his loud single laughs. “See! You’re hilarious.” His compliment makes her finally roll her eyes playfully. Instead of responding, she puts some food onto the plate in front of her and takes a bite of a peach slide she had grabbed.

“You’re a flirt,” she says finally, her smile spreading across her face.

“That’s a fact ‘bout me not you, love.”

She bites her lip. For being extremely forgetful, Harry was also extremely charming. “Well, I’m not a fan of flirts.”

“I thought you said you were a massive fan yesterday?” He tilts his head to the side and looks at her with an inviting look in his eye, obviously trying to goad her.

She let out a gasp at his words and began to blush. His stare felt like a second sun boring straight into her, its heat traveling directly to her core. Trying to maintain her collected appearance that she had played so well yesterday, she takes a breath and another sip of wine. The liquid ran down her throat, soothing her. Shaking her head she says, “You know what I meant.”

Biting a piece of bread, Harry nods and shoots her a wink. Her legs instinctively shift together. Finishing his chewing, he speaks up, “Okay, but seriously, tell me more about yourself.”

They settle in, getting more serious and having an actual conversation rather than flirty comments shot back and forth. By the end of the bottle of wine, Harry and Y/N are cackling about some story she’s told about her first solo trip to Amsterdam and all the trouble she got into being a twenty year old college student with easy legal access to weed.

“I remember the first time I went to Amsterdam with the band,” Harry easily segways into his own story and she perks at the words ‘the band’. After all the fun they had been having talking and getting to know each other, the idea that Harry was a famous musician had left her mind completely. For the last forty-five minutes he had just been a really nice guy who was treating her to lunch.

She looks at him expectantly. “It was crazy cool, I think I was only seventeen then? But everyone else was over 18 so they bought us a bunch of pot and we smoked it and got high off our asses. Can barely remember what we talked about, but we definitely thought it was the smartest shit ever”

“Do you ever miss that?”

He finishes off his last bit of wine, “Being young and dumb?”

“No, the, like, relationship you had with them. I don’t mean to pry, but I feel like with any close relationship, when you stop being together all the time...it’s never the same.”

Harry sighs, thinking over what you had said, now knowing it was rather serious and not just about being young. He runs a hand through his soft curls before starting his response. “Short answer is yes. But, y’know, they were my family for so long and that bond doesn’t go away, even if we go through rough patches. Like that part of my life is such an essential part of who I am, I could never throw it away or discount it. I don’t know if I miss it all of the time though. I really like who I am right now.”

She nods, finishing her wine now too. Her body is fuzzy and warm under the soft light of the afternoon. Sharing a bottle of wine was enough to make her tipsy, but she felt sober enough to carry on their serious conversation. “That’s good. It’s important to like who you are right now. It’s how you know you’re ready to be there for others.” She says thoughtfully and then adds, “I like who I am right now, too.”

Harry smiles at her, a calm expression maintaining on his face, and twists his rings on his fingers. “That’s good,” he echoes. “Do you want to go for a walk?” His voice is soft and of course she’s going to say yes.

Her response is to stand up from the table and begin putting things back into the picnic basket. Harry watches her for a moment, taking in the way she moves with so much elegance even when doing such a mundane task. He is honestly so happy that he had gotten to see her again. She had intrigued him yesterday, but he had just expected her to be one of those fleeting thoughts in his mind. Now he wasn’t so sure. He had a feeling she would live in his memory for far longer. “You don’t have to do that. I’ll come back later and grab it all.”

“You set this all up, the least I can do is clean up a little,” She looks up at him from her crouched position as she packs up the leftover food into the basket still on the ground. Her hair is slightly falling into her face and she reaches to push it behind her ear while they continue to look at one another. Harry takes his lower lip into his mouth as he continues to look at her, trying to convince himself she’s not the most beautiful woman he’s ever met.

As they walk between the grapes, they continue to talk, further investigating Y/N’s job aspirations and what Harry was planning on for his next few weeks of vacation. He leads them down a dirt path after they cross the street, moving away from both the villa and the chateau. The path has tall grass flanking its sides that pushes around in the cool summer breeze. She mentions the beautiful sound of the birds chirping and Harry agrees. They walk until they reach the small lake that’s about a ten minute walk from their respective current residences. It’s not a lake for swimming so there’s no one around, just more tall grass, some small trees, and the animals.

“It’s really so beautiful here.”

“I love it a lot, I’ve been coming down here every evening and just sitting alone for an hour or so,” Harry motions to the little wooden bench located beneath a shady tree. She looks at him questioningly, unsure if he means for them to sit. He takes her hand in response and leads them over to it. It’s right before the edge of the pond and if their legs were just a bit longer they could touch the feet into the water.

“It’s nice,” She says, turning her attention from the scenery to stare at Harry, who she finds is already looking at her. Their eyes meet and she bites her lip. He’s so close to her. Closer than they were in the shop yesterday and now their faces are on the same level. His glasses are still pushed into his curls and she decides to pluck them from his head and place them over her eyes instead. Harry protests, but she says smugly, “I’m putting them to better use than just sitting a top that head of yours. It’s quite bright out.”

Harry leans into her, extending his arm behind her and resting it on the back of the bench. She sighs peacefully, with her gaze now hidden behind the glasses. She returns her gaze out against the water and tries to shift closer to Harry casually. They stay silent, listening to the rest of the world moving around them. Soon she’s resting nestled into his side and his arm has moved from the bench to rest around her shoulders. She exhales in contentment, but neither of them have said anything for a while. They were okay with it, being held was enough. Her right hand goes up and threads with Harry’s that is hanging limply against her.

After a few more minutes of silence, Harry decides he wants to talk. “I like being around you.”

“I like being around you too, Harry. You’re different than I had expected.”

“Really?”

“Yeah..I mean there’s that sinister quote about how you should never meet your heroes. But still, you were even kinder than I expected and even though you stole my phone,” she pauses to laugh,”it kind of turned out to be a blessing in disguise because I got to see you again.”

“Thanks…” Harry sighs and she turns her face to gaze up at him. “Well, yeah, now I’m sorta glad I did take your phone. You’re really wonderful.” She smiles and he smiles just as wide.

But then her smile falters, suddenly remembering everything. It was like a self-fulfilling prophecy, she mentioned that thing about heroes and it all came crashing down around her. Yes, it was amazing to be around Harry and it was great that he had been so down to earth. But what she had just said was true too. He was her hero, he was famous and their lives didn’t connect at all. Just that one fleeting moment in the shop. If she hadn’t known him they would have never interacted. She had even been on her last legs of being in that store, she was just about to ask her mom to leave when Harry had walked through the door.

She sits up and drops her hand from his and he looks at her confused. “Did I say something wrong?” He asks, concerned. She stands up now and walks the short distance to the edge of the water, pushing his glasses on top of her head. He follows quickly, growing anxious as she stays silent. “I just..” she laughs in spite of herself, “I just feel really dumb right now.”

“What? Why?” Harry’s really confused now, she won’t meet his gaze as he faces her trying to figure out what just happened.

“I can’t believe I fooled myself into thinking for even a second this could ever be something more.” She turns to Harry finally, looking him directly in the eye, even though her eyes are prickling with tears. She’s angry with herself, not Harry. “You’re you and I’m just a fan at the end of the day. All of the flirting and touching, it can’t be anything more. At most, I’m a one night stand. And as great as that would be in the moment, I know how I feel about you and I know it would ruin me. I can’t be a fling for you, Harry. I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” he grabs her arm, trying to comfort her, she shrugs him off. “You’re more than a fan to me, I thought that was obvious by now. You wouldn’t be some meaningless one night stand. When I say I like being around you, I mean I like you, Y/N.” His voice is strong yet soft. He needs to convince her that she can feel comfortable around him, but he sees the darkness in her eyes, how scared she is of being hurt.

“I don’t fit into your life, Harry.” She shakes her head, moving her hands more as she grows more anxious.

“That’s not true. You told me you want to move to England, we could see each other there and see if this was anything.”

She knows he’s right, that it was possible, but she had worked herself up so much now that she had a hard time believing it. She takes a deep breath, “Just answer me this. Would you have given me a second glance if I hadn’t come up to you in that shop yesterday? Or a second thought if there hadn’t been the phone mishap?”

Harry is taken aback. Her words had nothing to do with what he had just said. He had thought his solution was actually really great, a plan he had been meaning to tell her if the rest of the day had gone accordingly, which it didn’t seem to be doing. He pauses and if Y/N was anymore distraught that would have been her cue to leave. Thankfully, she had grounded herself enough in the situation to not let her hot head get in the way of this conversation.

“That’s a pretty unfair question, Y/N. It’s not like I’m constantly looking for someone to fancy.”

“Just answer the questions.”

“Probably not, about the first one, I hadn’t even noticed anyone in the shop before you came up to me. I was off in my own world.” She nods, taking his words into account. He continues, “But yes, about the second one, I thought about you in the car ride home before your phone even rang. Like I said, I like you.”

“Okay.” She softens.

“That’s it?”

“I mean you’re right. We could see each other in London and see if this is something. I just had to know about the other stuff, it was racing through my mind and I wouldn’t get over it unless you gave me an answer.”

“Oh, so can I kiss you?” His words broke the uncomfortable tension that had surrounded them.

“You still want to?” Her voice is small and unsure. The most nervous she had been around Harry was right now.

“I want to do so much more than that, darling, you have no idea.” He cups her cheek and wraps an arm around her waist. She giggles in nervous anticipation. Then his lips gently push onto hers and she sighs into the kiss. At the edge of the lake, the pair of them taste each other for the first time. Tongues begin licking into each other’s mouths and the kiss becomes breathless. Her hands are at the base of his neck, tugging him closer to her while he tightens his grasp around her waist. She moans slightly when Harry nips at her lower lip and he smirks, happy with the sound she makes.

“We should probably go get my phone.” Harry whimpers at her words.

“What?” Harry is once again confused by the woman before him, who had now pulled from their kiss.

“My phone is in your room…” She trails off and then eyes widen and he giggles excitedly. Eventually realizing what she’s implying.

“Yes! Yes, we should go do that. Get your phone. In my room. Sounds like a good idea. Mhmm.” He pecks her lips between each sentence.

“You’re so weird,” she laughs and brings down his shades onto her face once again. He pulls her into his side and kisses the top of her head as they begin their walk back to the chateau.

“Do you want your phone or not?”

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Fix’er Upper Pt. 5

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of past abusive relationship, swearing, past drug use, alcohol

Word Count: 1.8k

Notes:

Parts ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR

Your injury, and consequential recovery time, couldn’t have come at a better time. The harvest was done and the apples had to rest before being pressed, which meant Frankie was now free to start working on your home. The work didn’t often require more than two hands so the days found you doing menial tasks being his gopher.

“You know,” Frankie had had to explain to you, “Go’fer this, go’fer that.”

This mainly consisted of you passing him tools while he was swearing under his breath in the attic, or groaning after rapping his knuckles under the sink, or white-faced and clinging to the weathervane on the roof.

You had discovered Frankie’s sweet tooth on the first day of renovations, not noticing until after he’d left for the day that more than half the cookies you’d baked that morning were already gone. Making sure he was kept happy, you had a new treat ready for when he walked in the door.

He was a coffee drinker though, and while you owned a coffee press you had never actually used it yourself, preferring tea leaves for your dose of caffeine. You’d tried, the first morning, to make a cup for him. You even googled How to Make a Cup of Coffee? to make sure you didn’t fuck it up.

You could laugh about it now, but the look on Frankie’s face after he’d taken his first sip made you worry you had poisoned him. He had spat the black sludge out and handed you back the mug with a look of bewildered disgust. Apparently, you needed to grind the beans first, who knew?

An efficient, if not quite comfortable, rhythm had been forged between the two of you over the past week and a half. Frankie would arrive at nine in the morning, scarf down half a dozen treats while discussing the day’s projects. You would run to town in his truck (yours was still at the autobody shop awaiting parts) and buy any supplies that would be needed while he set up the worksites and organized the tools that would be required.

You had added popping into the local café for a large coffee for Frankie and a red rooibos latte with almond milk for yourself. The first couple of days you had bought him a brownie too but stopped after he’d only half-finished the first one and mumbled through the crumbs in his mouth that yours were better. It only took you three days before the owner had your order ready for you before you even walked in the door, five days before you noticed the sidelong glances the little old ladies were giving each other as you walked out.

Small towns, you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes, had the unique benefit and downfall of everyone knowing everyone else’s business. They’d quit with the hardly-concealed smirks if they knew how awkward working with Frankie was becoming.

You had been sure, in the immediate aftermath of waking up in Frankie’s arms while his truck sat in your driveway, that he was never going to speak to you again. The two of you and hopped out and began explaining away whatever conclusions Jacquie and Mark had made. Then Frankie, without even looking in your general direction, told Jacquie to get you inside and have your wrist looked at.

To his credit, he had taken care of everything regarding your truck for you. The tow truck came and hauled it to the yard, Frankie had commandeered the inspection report and, after calling them out on trying to swindle you into buying unnecessary parts, had ordered what was needed and paid.

You had, naturally, argued against this but you both knew you weren’t in a position to afford it. Frankie shut down your arguments gracefully, and broke his apparent vow of silence, with a gruff “I’m just doing it so I can drive my damn truck without you changing the radio station.” The absolute charmer.

It was your damn house, though, so you decided you'd talk as much as you wanted and it would be up to him to interact. Either that or you had music blaring from the radio, never playing his favourite country station purely out of spite.

Never quite sure if he was listening or not, you rambled on about anything and everything. You explained your vision for the house and the plans you had for a greenhouse in the yard. Memories from your childhood were described in great detail, as were embarrassing stories from your year in college. Baking tips, waxing poetic about your love for sunflowers, interesting animal facts, you'd even downloaded a Word of the Day App and made a game of fitting the words into your daily uninterrupted monologues.

It took three days for Frankie to break.

You had been reminiscing about your trip to Disneyland as a child when he abruptly cut in, voice muffled due to the nails being held between his lips.

"You never talk about it."

You assumed he was referring to the little all-day nap you’d shared in his truck, as it had yet to be spoken of, but were taken aback by the slight accusatory tone.

"Talk about what?"

He took so long to reply, you started to think that he had interrupted purely to shut you up. The silence demanded an explanation though, so you kept your mouth shut and waited.

Clambering down from the attic, where he had been strengthening the trusses throughout the sagging section of roof, Frankie pinned you with his gaze and softly repeated himself.

"You never talk about it. The time in your life when you were married." He must have seen your hackles rise because he quickly set down the hammer and held his hands up in a placating wave.

"You still haven't answered my question about being in the army," was your quick response, finished with an ever-so-mature, "so there."

With a resigned sigh, Frankie twisted his hat around backward and scrubbed his hands across his face. "Come on" -waving you towards the patio doors- "these kinds of conversations require fresh air and a drink."

Reluctantly you followed him outside but rather than sinking down onto the porch swing you opted to lean against the post facing it. Opening two ciders, which you now had free access to, you handed one to Frankie and watched him over the top of the bottle.

Half of your drink was gone and your mind had wandered to greenhouse and flower garden placement before Frankie spoke again. His voice low and quiet catching you by surprise.

"Yeah," he broke the silence with another ragged sigh, "I, uh, I served. Started in the Air Force, worked my way up to Special Tactics Squadron. Made enough noise there to get recruited to Delta Force."

"Oh, fuck," your exclamation was soft with shock "you've seen some shit then." Blast your runaway mouth and its inability to wait for your brain to catch up before blurting out your inner thoughts. "I'm sorry!-"

"No, it's okay" Frankie interrupted, trying to reassure you and remove the horrified look that had come across your face.

"No, no, that was totally uncalled for. Brad, my um, my husband, he was a Marine. He hated talking about it, said no one liked talking about it. I should have known."

"It's not that," Frankie reassured you again, "You were the first person to ever ask me about it, in all the time I've lived here. Just took me by surprise."

Leaning over in the swing, Frankie pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and handed you a photo from inside it. Five men beamed up at you. You could recognize them from a few of the photos that had rested on Frankie's mantle, they looked older in this one.

"Tell me about them?" you asked, knowing that most of the request was due to curiosity but a small part of you hoped that if you kept him talking you could avoid the subject of your marriage.

The sun was beginning to set and you'd long moved inside to eat dinner by the time Frankie was done sharing. It must have been cathartic, you mused, for him to bare this much about himself. He had never looked more relaxed in all the time you'd known him, which wasn't saying much and it could just as easily been due to the amount of alcohol thrumming through his system.

The room fell into a companionable silence, each of you digesting the information that had been revealed. You were in awe of the fact that, despite the life of violence he had witnessed, Frankie still maintained his humanity. Even after a messy divorce and lost custody battle, Frankie continued to choose the path of healing. He was clean, was fighting for shared custody of his daughter again, running his own business, and still had found time to endear himself into the town's hearts.

Frankie was, for all his sharp edges and gruff words, a sweetheart.

It put into stark comparison how Brad had reacted to the lemons life had served him. Born into an upper-middle-class home, the only son, doted on by his parents, Brad had been raised into a life where every door was open to him. Despite this, or maybe because of it, he had grown hateful of those weaker than him. He was controlling but had just the right amount of charm to pass it off as caring.

"I've met men like that,"

You nearly jumped out of your skin from surprise. Looking at Frankie with wide-eyed shock you wondered again what the hell was in the cider. This was the second time you'd poured your heart out to a virtual stranger, but this time you hadn't even realized you'd started speaking your thoughts aloud.

Squaring your shoulders and holding Frankie's gaze you continued, almost challenging him to find someone worse than Brad had been.

"He made me quit college because he said he wanted to start a family. Then berated me and acted like it was all my fault every time the pregnancy test came back negative. You know what that asshole did?" Tears were threatening to fall but you held on to Frankie's gaze, "He had gotten a vasectomy months earlier. I didn't find out about it until after he died; going through paperwork that had been stored in his desk."

Frankie was up on his feet now, pacing around the kitchen island, too distraught to keep still. How could anyone be so cruel? Let alone be so cruel to someone as sweet and pure as you. He hated seeing you cry but knowing you weren't receptive to people being in your personal space, wasn't sure how to comfort you.

Acting on pure instinct he grabbed the kettle and started preparing you some tea, not allowing himself to ruminate how he knew which flavour you preferred. Setting your favourite pottery mug in front of you, along with the little honey pot, he also decided to grab the fluffy throw blanket off your couch.

"I get it now," he thought to himself offhandedly, "why women have so many fuckin' blankets and pillows in every room."

Placing the throw around your shoulders he was preparing to say goodnight and let you have some peace but was stilled by your hand reaching up and covering his.

"Please. Stay."

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partywithgyu · 4 years ago

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S/O seeing a future with them.

Choi Yeonjun.

The wedding was a disaster. It wasn't your wedding, luckily. You and Yeonjun were two of the many guests taking shelter in a surfboard store. It was the only store open on this day. The owner was a saving grace, some would say. A beach wedding was ruined by unexpected rain. The heavy rain left you soaking wet.

Yeonjun wrapped his hand around you as you stood there, in an overcrowded room. "Are you cold? Should we head home?," he whispered in your ear. You looked at him and shrugged. You wanted to go home but it would be rude. You turned your head to see the bridesmaids stressing over the happenings. You sighed. "Don't worry. I am fine, love. Let's stay."

Then, your attention was caught by one of the bridesmaids screaming about how none of the guests were helping her. The crowd started chattering, trying to look for solutions. The whole situation was frustrating to witness. "What should we do?," asked Yeonjun softly. "I don't know. All I know is that we will definitely not have an outdoor wedding."

Your eyes wandered around the room as you tried to make sense of what was going on in the room and then they landed on Yeonjun. He was smiling. The apple of his cheeks, tinted pink, as his eyes looked at you with sparkles in them. Just seeing his face like that made you smile. "What?" "You want us to get married?," he asked you. You did. You always imagined yourself married to him in the future. "Yes. I actually see a future with you."

Your words made his heart melt. He had been dreaming of a future with you too. He was just too scared to confess it. He was afraid that you didn't do the same. But now he knew. He felt joy. He linked his fingers with yours, raising your palm to place a kiss on them. He could feel tears brim his eyes. Somehow, all the chaos had tuned out. "Let's get married someday, love. In an indoor venue of course."

Choi Soobin.

Soobin is a kind hearted man. He always believed in supporting good causes. He'd shop for products from charities that would help stray cats, he would support local animal shelters and do his fair share of good deeds.

This time during the holiday you two found yourselves heading to an orphanage with your friends. From wholesale stores, you all had bought a lot of snacks and drinks for the kids. Even cartons of fruits, you had bought. All of it only made the kids happy. The both of you felt nice on seeing the kids' reactions. When he returned back to the room, after having a small conversation with the incharge, he watched you interact with the kids. They surrounded you to know more about you. They wanted to make friends with the kind person who got them presents.

He felt glad that he had found someone so caring. You felt connected to the kids after a while of playing silly games with them. Then it was time to leave. He could tell you felt a little emotional. So, as you two walked out of the building, he held your hand. "Let's get them more goodies soon," he said to you. You smiled at him. "Yeah. Also, spend time with them. I've always wondered what life must be like for them. They deserve love," you went on. "Can our first child be adopted?"

"You want to raise a kid with me?," he asked you softly. His lips curved into a smile. "I hope you don't feel uncomfortable but I see a future with you," you confessed. The two of you stood before the car. He took your other hand in his. You could see his dimples as he smiled. He was so happy you wanted to have a future with him. He adored everything about you. He loved you so much that he found himself dreaming of you two getting married and growing old together quite often. "I want to spend my life with you," he said to you before placing a kiss on your cheek. On the cheeks just in case any of those kids were watching from the window.

Choi Beomgyu.

You had been in pain all day. It was that time of month and the cramps were not kind at all. Kind was your boyfriend Beomgyu who ordered you your favorite meal without you even having to ask. He had been very caring. When the meal was done, you plopped on the couch, next to him. "I feel exhausted," you said as you rested your head on his shoulder. "You look tired," he said. "What's that supposed to mean?" "No. No. You look beautiful but tired." You just smirked at his explanation for your playful scolding. Scrolling through the channel you two came across Friends. Beomgyu had been into the show recently. So, he kept it on.

Watching Rachel give birth, only made you gulp. It was just a show, you knew. It was the thought of how painful birthing a child would be. You had heard a lot about it, of course. "Wow. Giving birth is so painful. How am I going to deal with that? Sweetie, you better be prepared to take good care of me." Beomgyu smiled at the thought of you being pregnant with his child. He felt happiness rush through his veins at the thought of that. "I will take good care of you, I promise."

Hearing his sincere promise made you feel warm. You could see the excitement in his eyes as he started gushing. "I will be the best husband. I will take very good care of you all the time. I will love you so much. We will go on so many vacations. We should go to all the Disneyland in the world. Maybe, after we have a baby. The baby will be mad that parents went to Disneyland without the baby."

You chuckled. "I look forward to spending the future with you," you confessed. Wrapping his arm around you, he leaned closer to you. His eyes observed your lovely face. It was the face of comfort, love to him. You were his love. "I love you so much."

Kang Taehyun.

You were drunk. Taehyun found your drunk self rather amusing. He loved watching you act so innocently silly. He would often ask you if you want to have a home karaoke party with him. The two of you would sing his songs. He enjoyed watching you be so emotional as you sang wrong, often funny, lyrics.

On this day, you did the same. You decided to sing his songs as he cheered for you from the bed. He found it hilarious when you messed up the lyrics, forgot most of it even and resorted to sing the word 'meow' over and over. You climbed over the bed, crawling to him. You grinned as you sat next to the laughing man. "Did I make you laugh?"

"Yes baby. You were so off beat." He loved watching you take pride in the fact that you were the reason behind the laugh. "I love watching you smile," you informed him, looking up at his face with sparkling eyes. "Why?" "Because I love you." Your arms wrapped around his abdomen as your cheeks pressed against his chest. "You do?," he asked as if you two didn't tell each other that often. He just loved watching you get all defensive about it.

A small yawn escaped your mouth. You shut your eyes, ready to fall asleep. " Stop. You know it. I want to spend my life with you." Warmth collected on his cheeks. Wrapping his arms around your sleepy self, he felt truly lucky to have found your love. "Darling," he called softly, moving the hair covering your face. "Hm?" Your eyes were shut but you were listening. "I want to spend my life with you too. I love you a lot." He watched the ends of your lips curve into a smile as you buried your face in his chest.

Huening Kai.

On this day, Kai had accompanied you to your nail salon. He wanted to treat you. Also, he was a little curious about how the fancy nail art was done. The salon lady, who you were familiar with by now was happy to finally get to meet your boyfriend you'd mention often. Everytime you did, there would be softness in your tone and a smile on your face.

"You know," she said, stealing both your attention from the decorated nails in the machine. "the two of you make a lovely couple," she added. Kai and you shared a glance before smiling at each other then the lady. "Thank you." "I mean it. She always smiles when she talks about you. Now I know why. You two have good chemistry. It's precious."

The kind comments only left you two blushing even after you left the salon. "We have good chemistry," said Kai softly as the two of you sat in the car. "I mean you did pick my favorite shade," you said as you showed him your nails. He smiled to himself, his cheeks turning pink.

"Why are you blushing so much?," you pointed out in a surprised tone. "What? No. You're the one blushing," he retorted. "No. Aww! Kai is feeling shy." He couldn't exactly deny the fact so he struggled to come up with anything. You laughed at the way his eyes wandered around in panic. "You're acting like we haven't been dating for a long time now."

"Not my fault. I really love you a lot." His smiling face turned to you. "I know you do. But do you know that I actually see myself spending my life with you?" The confession caught him off guard as his mouth opened a little, in surprise. "You do?"

You felt nervous and began wondering if you had just ruined the relationship. Perhaps, it was too early to tell him that. Worse, he didn't really want that. Anxious thoughts rushed through your head. They were all pushed aside as a big grin appeared on his face. "Glad to know I am not the only one. I've never told you this. I really hope we get married someday."

He made a bold confession. He felt relieved to know that the relationship was just as serious as he thought it to be. Knowing that both of you wanted the same thing was comforting for him. After all, you both loved each other. "So glad I can dream of a future with you."

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haravath0t · 4 years ago

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Going to Disneyland with Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, a little sprinkle of Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic)

Warning(s): None, just fluff! (And a very disorganized headcanon)

A little comforting headcanon for the lovely @chickenmcstucky !!! AHHHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS LOVELY LITTLE MESS BABE! I SWEAR ITS MADE FROM LOVE!

2 nights in, your best friend reminds you that Disneyland is a must. Steve agrees and you all agree on this sudden trip to go the next day.

Bucky on the other hand, thought it was all some harmless joke, saying to you three that he’d opt to staying in

It was the opposite. An hour after waking up and knowing you three were gone from the hotel, he realized this.

Definitely sulked in the room that you didn’t push him to get dressed too hard.

He gives in and calls Steve

“So you guys weren’t kidding…”

“Why do you think we asked you, pal?”

“I thought they were joking!”

“So you sulk in the hotel room?”

“Calm down, I just...I’ll just use that app...that uber thing.”

He’d meet up with you all at the entrance, a bit embarrassed at the fact that he misinterpreted last night’s conversations completely

“Well… they gave me the ticket price for seniors… so that was nice.”

Bucky still petty that you three didn’t do more to make him come along

“Listen Buck,” you start. “I. DON’T. JOKE. ABOUT. DISNEY. You know how much I’ve been wanting to go to Disneyland?! We wanted you and Steve to come with us!”

“Okay but you two dames were joking around last night-”

“THAT’S DIFFERENT STUFF! DISNEYLAND DOESN’T FALL UNDER STUFF!”

Bucky knows better than to argue with you about Disney, so he surrenders

You two ditch Steve and your best friend as you lead Bucky to Tomorrowland to stop him from pouting

Space Mountain did the job! Bucky wouldn’t stop admiring the ambience of the queue, and was even more impressed at the actual ride. He laughed like a little kid when he saw the amount of lights and projections that made the ride look like you were in outer space

He pretends to be annoyed when you hug him for comfort in the long lines, only to crack a smile when you weren’t looking. He’d eventually give in, however, wrapping his arms around your waist, hoping you’re not able to hear his heart racing

He’d do his best to entertain you throughout the day, which includes him wearing your Minnie headband in line at some point, even letting you take pictures. (He enjoyed hearing you laugh)

Steve and your best friend realize quickly that they are third wheeling, but no complaints. Steve has never seen his pal this happy till you came along.

The bickering between you both peaked at It’s a Small World, with the topic being the amount of languages Bucky knows.

“Can you stop asking me if I know this language?” He groans dramatically.

“I’m only asking! I’m curious! Don’t be grumpy, I'm trying to enjoy this ride!”

“I try to enjoy my day, but here we are.” (He earned a playful hit from you)

After easing up, he becomes a total sweetheart, your enjoyment of the park being the top priority. He treated you with whatever snacks you were gravitated to, especially those cream cheese pretzels. He even bought you both Mickey ears, with your name stitched on yours and his name on his pair. He’d wear it the whole day, knowing how happy you were to be able to live out this dream of yours.

The bickering never went away, though. While you two were hugging and playing random games in line, you two bickered to no end in rides (you enjoyed it though)

In line, he’d try to practice braiding your hair (“Becca normally asked me when ma wasn’t around” He muttered when he first asked). They would turn out nice for someone who was rusty on it.

The Indiana Jones queue was unforgettable for Bucky, smiling as he recognized the numerous Big Band songs that would play in the background. Knowing the line wouldn’t move, he’d offer you his hand.

“C’mere”

“What?”

“Imma teach ya something...some dancing, called it the jitterbug back then”

“I can’t dance though!”

“Well lemme teach ya, sweetheart I’ll lead.”

It was undeniable that he was a great dancer, he was flexible with the squished space, teaching you in literally small baby steps. There was even a point where you two just swayed while listening to “Moonlight Serenade”, but the line had moved, causing you two to laugh it off and keep walking.

When the fireworks spectacular was an hour away, you all had gone to the front of Sleeping Beauty castle, opting to take pictures before finding a spot nearby to watch the fireworks. You brought along your polaroid camera and a pack of film, only 3 pieces of film remaining after taking several pictures through the day.

“Buck, Y/N, go, I’ll take these for you,” Steve offers, getting the camera from you as you and Bucky went to the photo spot.

You absolutely adored the remaining three pictures, as it had you and Bucky hugging with your matching ears. One picture had Bucky kissing your cheek, and the other of you kissing his. He beamed as he saw the pictures become more and more clearer. The third one, however, had your lips meeting his, big giddy smiles apparent in each of them. “I definitely want one of those.” You hear him say.

While Steve and your best friend settled for a seat, Bucky had led you to one of the carts that sold little cute items, treating you with one of the glow in the dark roses. (The sweet gesture nearly made you cry)

The four of you watched the fireworks in awe, with Steve and Bucky making remarks on how the fireworks syncing with the music was impressive.

Going home was the worst and yet the most satisfying part, with the tram being much quieter than it was earlier that morning. You were on the brink of sleep, in Bucky’s arms, quietly whining how today wasn’t enough, how you wished it went on longer. Bucky can only laugh at you, bringing your sleepy form closer to him. “Don’t worry, sweet girl. We can go again tomorrow,” he offers, which causes a great big smile to appear on your face.

“You’re not joking, are you?”

“I’m serious. Just for me and my princess.”

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elliewritessometimes · 4 years ago

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hello. have you seen this post by @notsomightymightytiger?? that’s my friend!!! and this is completely and utterly inspired by that and completely and utterly written for her. love you stabby friend <3

also known as: the tigers go to disneyland, kateva like to kiss, chess, reese and mattie have an understated bromance and cheerwives can actually be fluffy for once

tw: swearing, theme park kind of things??? aka rollercoasters and fireworks and all that. as always, let me know if i’ve missed anything

(sidenote idk if you can tell but i have never in my life been to disneyland don’t come for me if i wrote it all wrong i tried my best)

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"We're going to Disneyland."

There was silence in the gym for a solid thirty seconds before all hell broke loose.

"WhAT???"

"Wait, really?!?"

"Oh my God, Riley, you're the best, oh my gOd!"

"Why the fuck did you think that taking us to fucking Disneyland was a good idea??" Kate looked less than pleased at the proposition, a stark contrast to the delighted faces of Reese and Mattie.

Riley smiled brightly. "Team bonding!!"

Kate rolled her eyes. "Right. Of course." Their voice rose in pitch, sarcasm delicately lacing their words. "For the best of the team-"

Chess cut them off, not so subtly stamping on her foot. "Katherine, please."

Farrah had been wobbling on her tiptoes, peering over Annleigh's shoulder. She gave a long-suffering groan. "Annleigh, Clark's not a Tiger, he can't come."

"But-"

"No. It's unfair."

Annleigh ignored her sister and switched her attention to Riley, making her best puppy eyes at the captain. Riley only widened her smile. It probably hurt her face a little bit. "You know what? Fine. Clark can come. It's gonna be fun, right?!"

Annleigh giggled at the answer, sticking her tongue out at a fuming Farrah. Kate was in a similar predicament, being held back by a smirking Chess with an arm around their shoulder. They pulled out their phone as well, already dialling a number, “If Annleigh’s boyfriend gets to come, then my girlfriend should be allowed as well. Otherwise that’s nepotism.”

“Fine.” Riley was steadily regretting her decision to hold a cheer trip. On her left, Cairo squeezed her hand, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Kate gagged in their direction. “You better not, Kate, or I’m banning your girlfriend from Disneyland.”

“Fuck you.”

“Wait,” Reese spoke up, “If Kate and Annleigh can have Eva and Clark, and Cairo and Riley have each other, can I bring my boyfriend?”

“No more significant others!” Riley clapped her hands, ignoring Reese’s pout. “If you can’t get Eva and Clark here in the next eight minutes, we will be leaving them behind! I paid so much money for these tickets and we will not be late.”

The team headed towards the door, being greeted by Eva and Clark already standing beside Cairo’s minivan. They split the rides evenly between the van and Chess’ car (Kate was more than pissed to find that their best friend had been in on the plan all along).

At one point, Mattie took Reese’s hand. “Hey, even if you can’t bring your boyfriend, you’ve got me, right? Ultimate bromance and all that?”

Reese grinned and squeezed the freshman’s hand. “Hell yeah.”

“I want that pin.”

“No, you don’t.” Reese hugged the Belle pin closer.

Chess held out a hand. “Yeah, but I do though.”

Reese shook her head.

“Look, I’ll give you my Tinkerbell diamond one.” They held out the rare pin in their other hand.

“No! Belle is my favourite!”

“She’s my favourite as well though!”

Cairo sighed. “We’ve been here literally ten minutes.”

Reese linked arms with Mattie, turning on her heel to walk off, “I’m going now and you’re not getting my Belle pin!!!!”

“HEY!” Chess chased after the two, trying so hard to keep up their grumpy demeanour and failing when a smile crept onto their face.

Turning to an anxious-looking Riley, Cairo sighed again. By now, she’d sighed more than she’d spoken today. “Chess does know that they could just... buy their own Belle pin if they really wanted, right???”

“It’s the fun of it, Cai.” Riley looked around, craning her neck. “Where on Earth have the other five members of our team gone?”

“Holy shit.” At this rate, Cairo must have been running out of oxygen from the intense sighing. “It has been. Ten. Minutes.”

Farrah wouldn't call herself a Disneyland regular, but she's been a few times before. She remembered a time before her mother had left, when she was still just a little kid, coming to the park for the first time. It had been the kind of magical that only a child can experience, filled with glitter and laughter and something that might have been called family. Her mother bought bubblegum flavoured cotton candy, handing the stick to a seven-year-old Farrah with a smile and a wink. They agreed that it was the first thing that you had to do when going to Disneyland - buy cotton candy. Every time since, Farrah bought the same bubblegum pink sugar from the same tacky stand and ate it with the same wonder as she did the very first time.

Now, Farrah had a new family. In, perhaps, more ways than one. Here, away from home, she's still with her family, maybe a slightly dysfunctional one made up of teenage cheerleaders (and Clark), but still, they are her family in one way or another.

Annleigh returned as Farrah was mulling over all this, a stick of worryingly neon pink cotton candy in her hand. "Figured you'd want to start the day off with your usual sugar rush."

Farrah took the treat with a smile, wondering if Annleigh is only so glad to buy such unhealthy food because at least it's not alcohol. "Thanks."

"Come on, ladies! We've got a whole park to explore!" Clark had apparently already visited a store, a pair of Mickey ears stretched over his head. Farrah rolled her eyes, but followed her sister and brother-in-law (nearly) further down the street because, after all, they are her family.

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to fucking Disneyland before,” Eva looked mildly horrified, “Has Chess never taken you?”

“I didn’t really want to go.”

Eva narrowed her eyes. “Why the fuck-”

“Reasons.” Kate’s voice was sharp and Eva backed off, only kissing the top of their head. Kate squeezed her hand in response. “Anyway, come on, show me everything. Mountain rides challenge, right?”

“Ugh, Katie, the queues with be forever...”

“Lucky for you, I’ll be there to while away the time with you.” She winked, laughing when Eva blushed. “Let’s go.”

Of all the things to happen at Disneyland, Reese was not expecting to get sneak attacked by a literal cuddly pig. She yelped, reaching a hand to smack it away, nearing the point of ‘this might as well happen’, when a small head poked out from behind the toy. Mattie grinned, “Boo!”

“Jesus Christ, you scared the life out of me.”

The younger girl giggled brightly. “Look what I got!”

“...Is that the pig from Moana?”

“Obviously.” Mattie rolled her eyes. “You should know by now that Moana is the best Disney movie of all time.”

Reese rummaged in her backpack for a second before pulling out yet another pin. “Look! Moana pin. Girl, I would give it to you, but me and Chess are tryna see who can get the most pins by the end of the day. Speaking of, was Chess in the store?”

“Yeah, actually.” She hesitated. “Dude, I hate to tell you this, but they had a Belle pin.”

“Shit.”

Perhaps queuing had been a mistake. It had probably been hours. Kate would have known more accurately if they’d worn a watch like Chess always told them to. She was stubborn though, and hadn’t. “Aves...”

“Yeah?”

“How long have we been waiting?”

“Twenty-five minutes.”

“Oh.” They craned their neck to see over the heads in front of them, realising that they were only a few people from the front. “Oh.”

Eva laughed and took her partner’s hand again, “Told you the queues were long.”

However, in only a matter of minutes, they were seated in an uncomfortable car, the seatbelts just a little too tight to be comfortable and a little too loose to feel actually safe. To say Kate was uncomfortable would be an understatement. She was also maybe a tiny bit scared.

Eva squinted at them. “You look like you’re gonna throw up.”

“I’m fine.”

And so the ride began.

Around halfway through, they began the steady climb to the highest peak. Kate turned to Eva, yelling over the shouts of other passengers. “Hey, babe? Remember when I said I didn’t come here with Chess because of reasons? Now might be a good time to tell you that those reasons are that I’m scared of heights.”

“You fucking idiot.” Eva turned carefully to them, holding their hands tighter, worry and amusement shining in her eyes. The car reached the peak of the ride. “Look at me and don’t fucking think about looking down. It’s okay.” She cupped her cheek. They fell suddenly and Kate's heart jumped into her throat. Eva laughed a little at their surprise. “You know what they say, babe, you gotta confront your fears straight on.”

“I can’t do anything straightly.”

And that was how they found themselves kissing on a rollercoaster, hair slightly in their faces, just as the camera shutter went off.

The team somehow reconvened for lunch, stopping on a bench somewhere as Clark unpacked a multitude of sandwiches and juice boxes. Of course, only Clark, Annleigh and Riley ended up eating the home-brought food, everyone else opting to buy their own trashy, mostly-sugar lunch.

“How the fuck did you know to bring all this if we only organised the trip this morning?” Kate sounded suspicious, eyeing Clark like he was the imposter.

Clark looked mildly sheepish. “Oh... We all knew already.”

“WHAT?”

“Yeah, sorry Kitkat.” Chess stifled a snort of laughter. “We organised this weeks ago. We had a group chat and everything.”

Kate spluttered for a second. “Alright, traitors, who else was left out of this?”

Mattie, Farrah and Reese all raised a hand.

“This makes no sense. Cairo, I trust you to tell the truth, why the fuck didn’t you tell us?!”

Cairo smirked. “We didn’t tell Mattie and Farrah because they’re children-”

“Rude!” Mattie smacked Cairo on the arm. “I am possibly more responsible than half of the rest of you.”

Riley cut in. “Don’t be silly, Cai. We didn’t tell Reese, Mattie or Farrah because they like Disney the most and we wanted it to be a surprise treat for them.”

The rest of the group made noises of appreciation or fondness. Kate, however, was less than pleased, “What about me?!”

“Oh, we just wanted to see your face when we announced it.” Cairo didn't hold back.

“Fuck you all.” But they were holding back a smile, already moving on to the next thing. “Hey, Farrah, you okay? Why aren’t you eating?”

The sophomore groaned. “I feel sick.”

Annleigh hugged her sister to her side, rubbing her back gently. ‘It’s because you ate all that cotton candy earlier.”

“It was so good, though.” Farrah frowned, regretting her past-self and her need for sugar.

Clark reached into his backpack, pulling out a pair of Minnie ears, before plonking them awkwardly on Farrah’s head. He grinned. “That’ll make you feel better!”

“Dude, I don’t know, but thanks for the effort.” She fought a smile, reaching up to arrange the ears around her plaits.

Riley had been anxious about the trip ever since it had been first suggested. She’d pored over the plans for hours on end, triple checking each detail with Cairo and Chess. Now that they were here, it was all going well enough. Sure, maybe they had gotten lost a couple of times, and sure, maybe they hadn’t stayed as much of a team as she’d planned, but yeah, it was going fine. Everyone else was having fun.

“Hey, Rye, you doing okay?”

She nodded with a smile, clutching Cairo’s hand. “Yup! All good!”

Cairo did not look convinced. “Look, you've been stressing about everyone else all day, how about we leave them be and go visit some princesses, huh?”

“Cai... Cai, that would be honestly amazing.” Hesitating, she watched the retreating backs of the rest of the team. “You’re sure they’ll be okay?”

“They’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, they’ve got Clark and Chess and Eva in case anything goes wrong.” The taller girl didn’t hesitate from naming who she perceived as the ‘responsible ones’.

“Okay.” Riley opened her mouth to suggest a destination, when they were approached by the one and only Peter Pan.

“Hey!”

“OhmygodCai.” She clung to her girlfriend’s arm. “It’s Peter Pan.”

Cairo snorted, nudging Riley to spark her reply. She watched as the two had what was possibly the purest and most wholesome conversation she had ever heard, sneakily taking photos that she would treasure because of Riley’s true delight. Riley skipped towards her after a couple of minutes, grinning properly from ear to ear. “That was so cool!”

“Amazing, Rye. Who shall we visit next?”

“Oh my God, we have to see Tangled!”

“....Rapunzel.”

Riley paused from where she was dragging Cairo into another set of rooms. “What?”

Cairo laughed, “She’s not called Tangled, babe, her name’s Rapunzel.”

“Oh. Yeah, right, of course, forgot.”

The other girl only laughed harder. “You're so stupid, Jesus Christ, I love you.”

Riley blushed. “Love you too.”

“So you did the mountain rides challenge.”

“Yes. Obviously.”

“And somehow, just magically, you two found yourselves making out in every single ride photo.” Chess crossed their arms, grinning at the couple in front of them.

“I- It was noT making out!!” Kate spluttered a reply, hiding her face in Eva’s shoulder. Chess only laughed harder.

Eva hummed as if she was making a difficult decision. “I don’t know, babe, you got pretty into it at one point.”

The senior cackled, high-fiving Eva over Kate's head. Kate continued to hide in their girlfriend's shoulder, only lifting a middle finger in Chess’ direction as a reply. Chess took the offending finger in their hand, pulling Kate up so she could walk between the other two. “Damn, Kitkat.”

“I’m not ever replying to that name again. I have been too attacked to allow it.”

Eva kissed the top of their head, “You came here to have a good time and you’re just feeling so attacked right now.”

“Exactly!” Kate nudged their head up into Eva’s chin, “This is why I’m dating you, meme girl.”

“Ew, gross.” Chess tugged Kate, who tugged Eva, who finally got them walking again. “Come on, lovebirds, it’s firework time.”

By the time the fireworks began, they’d been at the park for hours. Farrah still had her Minnie ears on, ones which Clark occasionally tried to steal due to his own ears being lost on one ride or another. Annleigh would only bat his hand away, laughing when he pressed kisses to her palm.

Kate kissed Eva again when the first firework exploded above them, being caught by yet another camera, this time in the hands of Riley. The photo found its way onto the Tigers group chat by morning, greeted by a pouting Kate begging them to take it down against the protests of the rest of the team (“But you’re just so cute!”). Somehow, she didn’t complain when it even later worked its way onto Eva's Instagram feed.

Chess and Reese jumped at the first fireworks, too absorbed in counting pins to pay attention to the rest of the world. Mattie wormed her way between them, sneakily stealing both Reese’s Moana pin and Chess’ newly-bought Belle pin. They were too distracted by the light show to notice and Mattie celebrated her little victory by also stealing some of the cotton candy that Farrah had bought herself again, despite her earlier regrets. She supposed some people never learnt.

Cairo stood quietly at the back of the group, showing a still-bouncing Riley the pictures taken with the various characters they’d encountered. Riley kissed her for the final firework, a silent ‘thank you’ for today.

With the lights of Disneyland glimmering maybe slightly tackily behind the group, Riley took one last picture. It was them, the team, the Tigers, silhouetted in the lights but, if you zoomed in and maybe turned the brightness up a bit, you could still see them smiling. That made its way onto the group chat as well and maybe it still hangs in more than one of their rooms. It was certainly a day that qualified for the scrapbooks.

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annaofthenorthernlights · 4 years ago

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It´s your life

Chapter 2

First step…

Kristanna Modern AU

Rating: G

Word counting: 1833

Previous Chapter (AO3)

Summary: Kristoff takes Anna away off her studies – she´s a mess before exams…

Kristoff hastily pulled over to the road´s side.

Anna clung to his neck, nearly strangling him. He could hardly see the road. When he had stopped the engine, he turned and held the little mess in his arms.

Anna hung at his chest, sobbing, and laughing all the same. “Thank you, thank you.” She muttered, tangling her fingers in his hair, literally melting into his body.

“It´s okay, honey. You do deserve a good treat!” Kristoff nuzzled into her hair, pulling her tightly to him. She was such a precious pearl, and he hated the thought of her being in such a pressure of no reason for whatsoever.

Anna pulled a bit back and smiled up at him. “This is so awesome. I can´t believe you did this. You hate those places. Are you sure, you really want to launch into this fantasy world of fools?” She lowered her face, taking a deep breath, while a strange feeling spread in her abdomen. “You know,” she whispered, “it´s just a place of dreams and imagination. But that you would surprise me with this… I know it sounds stupid, but this means so much to me and makes me feel so… special…” The words trailed off and she just sank back into that strong chest.

“Hey princess.” Kristoff muttered back into her hair. “You´re most special, don´t you know that?”

Anna smiled and pulled on his shirt collar for affirmation. They would stay a bit longer like this, when Anna´s mobile startled them both, having them jolt out of that cosy position.

“Oh no. It´s Elsa.” Anna grimaced when she saw who was calling her. She took a deep breath and snitched her head to the side as to make herself relaxing, somehow.

“Hey there.” She tried to sound casually happy to have her sister on the phone. “What´s up?”

“Anna! Where are you?” Elsa´s demanded in a controlled but outraged tone.

“I´m with Kristoff. Why?”

“Why aren´t you at your home, studying?” Elsa sighed audibly. “I came to pick you up. How long will it take you to come here?”

“Why?... Oh no, don´t say it´s today… I thought it´s next weekend?” Anna turned pale and her heart sank into the lowest department.

“Yes! It is today and you better get your little head cleared and back home, now!” Elsa stated in a clear and not misunderstanding command. “Where are you? Tell Kristoff to bring you home, now.”

By now, Anna had turned the speakers on, so Kristoff could listen to the conversation. Elsa had noticed the change of the echoing sound and would address Kristoff now.

“Hey Kristoff. Listen. I´m sorry. Whatever you two were up to. Anna needs to get back to her flat immediately to get ready.”

“Hi there Elsa.” Kristoff greeted Anna´s sister formally, but kindly. “Just hang on, please, yes?” He turned to Anna, “what have you forgotten about… I mean, where were you supposed to go tonight?”

Anna was kind of panicking by now. Kristoff put a hand to her arm, trying to calm her down. She then tried to explain with a timid voice.

“It´s a dinner party at my grandfather´s house. He has invited some important people. A lawyer’s office, our family is collaborating with since decades, if not even centuries…. He wants me to meet them on a professional basis as to get a position at their office for the start. You know, like a start off into the famous world of “Rendelle” law business.

“Anna!” Elsa interrupted Anna´s explanation. “You can explain this to Kristoff on your way back. Please hurry and head back now. Kristoff, will you please take her home, now.”

There was a silence for a moment.

“Anna! Kristoff! Are you guys still there? Hello?”

Kristoff looked at Anna and increased his squeeze on her arm. “Anna! Whatever you want to do, it´s your decision and I will go the mile with you. Do you want this? Do you want to go to this dinner party? If yes, I turn the car and bring you back.”

Anna stared at him with big restless eyes. “I don´t know. I mean I know what I´m supposed to do. Bu I don´t know if I want this myself?”

“It´s your life, Anna!” Kristoff said, firmly, but kind and in his softest voice. “I actually wanted to talk to you over dinner, in a quieter situation. But now, you must decide. But, hey honey, whatever you decide, it´s okay for me. We can postpone this trip. I stand by you. Okay?”

“Hello there. You two. Stop this fussing around and nonsense talk. Get yourselves back here, now!” Elsa´s voice bounced through the car, ineffectively actually.

Anna stared at Kristoff, then at the mobile resting in her lowered hand, then back at Kristoff. “You mean that? I mean, you would not drop me like a hot coal if I´d asked you to bring me back?” Tears forming in her eyes, she breathed heavy, waiting for his affirmation in disbelief.

“Yes Anna. I mean it. I love you. And I want you to live your life. However, you see it to live. What´s my part in it, we will find out. But I want you to live your life, because it´s your life, and not the life of others, no matter who.” He had emphasised the last phrase. It was so important to him, that she would understand to live her life in her way.

Anna´s lips quivered, she chuckled, giggled and sobbed all in same. She would not take her eyes from Kristoff´s friendly look, while she lifted her hand and spoke into her mobile.

“Elsa. Please excuse me for tonight. Tell them I´m unavailable or something. I won't have Kristoff bringing me back. We're going to Disneyland!”

“An…” Elsa´s voice was turned off by Anna pushing the red button. She dropped the mobile and threw herself into the welcoming embrace, to embrace the edge into a new world.

**********

Elsa stared in disbelief onto her mobile. Anna had hung cut her off. Her little stubborn sister. Did she actually have a clue of what she was doing, of how she was just about to ruin her life, her career, her future? Elsa nearly shook with fury. How could she. How could she behave so childish, so foolishly, so senseless, like a dreaming idiot?

She turned to her car, to get back at the Arendelle estate, the home of the Rendelle family since two hundred years. How should she explain this to her grandfather…? Her parents would have understood, would have sat to reason over this. But her grandfather… Runeard Rendelle was a stern man, focused on family wealth and on representing their name. He was not particular mean in person, but business came before personal affairs. He was convinced that a good name, fortune and power in the upper classes would provide for good living and fulfilled life. His son, Agnarr, had followed the elder´s advices. Still, Elsa´s parents had lived family in a kind manner and taken care to teach their daughters to care for each other. But then, business had over throned all plans for family and personal matters.

A few years ago, Agnarr and Iduna Rendelle died in a car accident, and Elsa´s and Anna´s future lay completely in their grandfather´s hands.

Would Anna really take the risk and step out of the family´s tradition and run off with this half portion of a carpenter? Not that Kristoff Bjorgman was half a portion, physically spoken… But to the terms of Runeard Rendelle, a carpenter would not even deserve a nod of the head for acknowledgement´s sake. No college degree, no money, no well-known name…

Anna had never listened to the warnings. Apparently, she had set her mind to stick with the man. After all, he had helped her a lot. He had been a good friend to her when everyone else had frowned at her foolish situation she had manoeuvred herself in with Hans back three years ago.

Kristoff had never made efforts to befriend with the family, nor to make himself a name within their circle of friends. He liked it best to have Anna to himself in his surroundings. And Anna seemed to like it. She seemed to feel at ease with his family and friends.

Elsa had met Kristoff´s family once, being co-invited to a birthday party. They were kind and friendly. A bit weird in her opinion, but if Anna felt happy with them… Kristoff´s best friend Sven was a funny chap, with a sincere smile and jovial manner. The two men were about to establish their own business as partners. Elsa knew by Anna that they were working hard to accomplish their plan.

Elsa mused over this awkward situation, while driving into the carport next to the big house. She remained behind her steering wheel and a thought had pinned in her mind. ´Anna might have the courage to do the next right thing for herself. Had she not heard how Kristoff told her that it was her life and not the life of others? He had not pushed her, not been manipulating, just reassuring her to choose the next step for herself. For her own life. ´

Elsa stepped out of her car and made her way up the estate´s pathway to the great front door. She held her head high, like she would do when entering the family´s home. She braced herself to meet up with her grandfather…

**********

Anna leaned back in her seat, staring out in front of the window into the last sunrays that were sinking behind the horizon. The evening light was faded into a soft pink, mingled with soft blue strokes in the skyline, mixed along with silent hanging clouds, drifting in the spring wind.

“I can´t believe I´ve cut her off like that. Do you think she´ll be fine?”

“Anna. She´s the big girl and she´s not the one heading off to Disneyland. Your grandfather won’t decapitate her.” He tried to sound jovial, but Kristoff was not stupide and understood Anna´s concern. “Don´t worry, honey, I´m sure she will find a way to explain. And then, it´s your decision. I fear you will be the one who will have to deal with Runeard Rendelle yourself: But Anna. You´re not alone!”

Anna had turned her gaze towards him, tired now, but still feeling kind of free. After the decision had formed within her and then crawled up to her mind to finally being spoken out into the mobile, she had felt a weight falling from her, invisible but fully present. She placed a soft hand on Kristoff´s arm. He would pat it with his other hand, putting it then back onto the steering wheel.

“So, I took the first step out of my life.” Anna mused quietly.

Kristoff kept eyes on the road, but spoke softly, and reassuring. “No Anna. I´d say you took your first step into your life!”

#Kristanna fanfic #Modern AU #my fanfic #surprise trip #decision #love #Fanfiction

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jeonggukingdom · 6 years ago

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For the would you rather smut thing if you're still doing it. Would you rather have Yoongi make you ride him, or do it with Jungkook under a blanket with the other members in the room?

❖ Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader x Yoongi (I couldn’t resist, ok?)

❖ Genre: Smut (honestly this is just PWP)

❖ Word Count: 7.284 words

❖ WARNINGS: graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, voyeurism, masturbation, oral (giving & receiving), fingering, dirty talk, public sex, unprotected sex, threesome.

❖ Tag List: @i-purple–you - @superioryoonkook

Your annual Harry Potter marathon would usually occur around the middle of December, most likely around the 23rd if not right on Christmas Eve and it has been this way for as long as you can remember since the very last movie came out.

This year, though, with two of your friends being out of the country during the holidays, you found yourself with the unusual proposition of indulging in the tradition in the middle of August.

Now, staying inside an apartment with eight of you sprawled around one room, sharing couches, carpets and whatnots for almost 20 hours with the scorching heat outside seeping in the apartment didn’t sound very inviting at first. At all.

That is still the case as you ring the door and begrudgingly walk inside the apartment as it slides open, welcoming you inside.

As you step inside Jimin’s house—the designated host for this year’s marathon—though, you find the ambient absolutely icy.

“What the actual fuck? It’s freezing in here!”

Jimin flashes you one of his eye smiles, his long sleeves now making perfect sense as the cold air hits your shoulders, making you shiver almost instantly.

Your friend’s lips purse into a wicked grin and he opens his arms wide to officially welcome you inside his apartment as if this were your first time being there when, in truth, you’ve been here practically every single day this week.

“I wanted to create the illusion, you know?” He raises his eyebrows a few times, looking at you expectantly as if waiting for your approval.

The glinting light in his eyes prompts you to take a look around and you finally notice what he has been working on for, most likely, the entire day.

Jimin has turned his entire apartment—or at least the portion of it you can see from the hallway—into his very own rendition of a classical Christmas house out of a movie.

His teal walls have been decorated with silver and white snowflakes, there is an actual giant Christmas tree in the far corner of the living room, winter-themed pillows and covers on the couch and on the floor, you can even hear the faint sound of Christmas’ carols playing in the background and not to mention the freshly baked cookies waiting for all of you on the table in front of the flat TV screen.

You can easily make out the shapes of snowmen, Christmas trees, snowflakes, literally anything that has to do with winter and, on top of that, all of the Harry Potter-inspired sweets and beverages lying around next to them.

It is the snacks galore and your mouth literally waters at the thought of munching on all of them for the entirety of the day.

Honestly, if you didn’t know any better, it would be easy to believe it is actually December and you’ll have to exchange gifts once midnight strikes, just like every other year.

“You are absolutely nuts,” you exclaim as you re-focus your attention on your beaming friend.

He tilts his head a little to the side and raises his shoulders in that adorable way that tells you he is pretty proud of himself. And damn, he should.

You have no idea how he pulled all of this off in just one day, all by himself, and that is what prompts you to follow him further inside his house and let your eyes skim around the room once more to pick up even more little details.

You can see little flags with the Hogwarts houses spread around the main room, the plates and glasses are decorated with the houses’ banners as well, there are tiny wands on the table next to the beverages that have you assuming they must be straws.

“Where did you find all this stuff?” You ask, your mouth agape as you lift your gaze to stare at Jimin and his slightly pinker cheeks.

“Oh well… I may have planned this a little in advance.”

You scoff at his words but are cut off in your mocking by the deep shiver that runs down your spine as the cold breeze coming from the air-conditioner hits the small of your naked back again.

Clearly, you are severely under-dressed for the temperature set by your friend in this place and you find yourself hugging yourself in order to preserve some warmth and not actually freeze to death in the middle of summer.

You glance up at your boyfriend standing next to you, his eyes glinting as if he were a child in Disneyland.

Jeongguk is the one that insists every year with your tradition, he is the ultimate Harry Potter fan and he just loves Christmas and when it comes to excitement about your annual tradition, he is second only to Jimin.

A small smile forms on your lips as you watch his eyes glinting with happiness and eagerness for your marathon to actually begin.

You bite your bottom lip as you look around the room, trying to decide which spot would be the best for you to claim for the rest of the day and when another shiver runs through your body, raising goosebumps on your tepid skin, you decide to dash for the couch and the warmth the duvet placed on top of it promises to provide.

Jeongguk’s body falls right next to you on the couch quickly after, his mouth unsurprisingly already filled with the sweet treats Jimin prepared.

You roll your eyes at him as he quirks his eyebrows at you, offering you a handful of cookies to kill time as you wait for the rest of your friends to show up.

It is the crack of dawn and you know, most people would consider all of you absolutely nuts—and they’d honestly be right about it—but in reality, this is about your only chance of spending actual time together as a group like you did when you went to school together.

With your busy schedules, your jobs, the trips and the vacations and the obligations towards families and such, the annual marathon has turned into your only chance in the entire year to relish and indulge in each other’s presence.

In some ways, this special day of the year feels like the possibility of catching up with everyone and make up with all the time lost.

The doorbell rings a few minutes after your arrival and a smile immediately spreads on your lips as you welcome your friends as they slowly arrive, one after the other.

Some come bearing gifts in the form of even more food and drinks, some have brought blankets with them as if they already knew Jimin would pull something like this and some arrived with ragged breaths and red puffy eyes as a token of the forced early rise from bed on an otherwise peaceful weekend.

You smile at Seokjin and Namjoon as they not-so-lightly let themselves fall on the small armchairs next to the couch, their hands and mouths already full with butter pop-corns.

Right next to you and Jeongguk plops a very tired-looking Yoongi—if the yawn and the dark circles are anything to go by—and as Taehyung and Hoseok claim two of the three warm sleeping bags at your feet, Jimin turns off all the lights except for the Christmas tree and a few candles.

The dim lights help with creating the atmosphere and maybe it’s the nice cosiness of the couch or maybe it’s just that you already feel slumberous but, as Jimin eagerly starts playing the first movie, you find your body relaxing and your head resting against Jeongguk’s shoulder.

You all quickly fall into the usual pattern: a few jokes here and there, some comments on the most memorable scenes, the inevitable pauses to use the bathroom or have a proper meal all together, for once. Simply, the usual.

As night starts to fall and your attention starts to dwindle, you find yourself leaning even more on Jeongguk, seeking his warmth, his embrace, the sensation of his fingers intertwined with yours.

Jeongguk’s eyes glint in the dim light as they focus on you every time you require his attention; his smile deepens whenever you reach out and kiss him on the cheek or his inviting lips; his hands search the supple curves of your hips and pull you towards him every time you readjust your position on the couch and get a little too far away from him for his liking.

It is only by the time midnight strikes and you all start to feel drowsy with sleep that Jeongguk’s hands turn needier, requesting access to places that should be forbidden when you are so close to your friends they could see or hear anything happening between the two of you.

You glare at him whenever he pushes his luck a little too much and he chuckles under his breath every single time, shaking his head a little but still getting a shred of what he was seeking in the first place.

You simply cannot resist him and the temptations he throws your way and oh, you can bet your ass he knows this very well.

There is absolutely nothing Jeongguk can’t make you do if he wants it bad enough and you hate how pliable you are under his touch sometimes.

Tonight, it appears to be one of those nights and the sentiment only grows stronger as he manages to sneak one of his hand under your jean shorts.

Your body reacts almost immediately to the sensation of his fingers ghosting over your clothed sex and it takes all of your strength not to whimper out loud and let everybody else in the room know what your boyfriend is up to under the duvet covering both of your bodies.

Jeongguk’s eyes shine with mischief as you turn towards him, panic written all over your face as he bites his bottom lip and palms the expanse of your sex.

What are you doing? You would be hissing right about now if you could.

He looks at you with the most innocent gaze he can muster whilst a naughty smirk twists his mouth creating an overwhelming juxtaposition between his angelic features and the devilish intentions he has.

Oh, Jeongguk is really up to no good and as his long fingers start tracing the expanse of your covered sex, you find yourself unable to pull away from his lewd offer.

As you gulp down heavily, he slips his digits past the hem of your underwear, seeking access to the hot flesh underneath.

You take in a sharp breath, goosebumps rising all over your skin as you look around the room in panic.

What if they hear you? What if they see what you two are doing?

Fear clutches your heart, making it pump faster in your chest and you can deny it all you want to but, deep down, you know just as much as he does that laced between those frightening thoughts lies the excitement over the idea of getting caught, of being naughty in a room full of people that could very easily discover the both of you if you were to emit even the smallest of sounds.

You bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from sighing for him as he traces your core with his gentle fingers, caressing the flesh to coax the beginnings of arousal out of you.

His eyes are pointedly fixed on the TV screen now as if he were deeply concentrated on the movie playing in front of you whilst you, on the other hand, struggle to even keep your eyes open as his fingertips reach the trigger to your pleasure and draw deep and slow figures eight on it.

You gulp down heavily as you start to feel your limbs tingling with desire, your body warming up quickly under his simple yet intoxicating touch.

Your eyes open and fix on Jeongguk’s calm face as he keeps staring ahead whilst his fingers start to trace your slit, curling a little as if trying to move past your lips and intrude your sex but never getting quite there.

You would protest if you could but you are forced to bite down your bottom lip and keep yourself as silent as possible.

A shiver runs down your spine as his fingers trace your lips next, his digits already coated with your arousal.

Jeongguk turns towards you, a little smirk on his mouth and his eyes shining with cockiness.

You’re already so wet for me and I didn’t even touch you properly yet, his gaze seems to say and you gulp down again, your eyebrows knitting together as you look up at him with pleading eyes.

You know how much he loves to tease, to make you beg for his touch but it would be so cruel of him to do it here as well when you can’t even voice out your needs to him, admit them out loud and coax him into giving you what you so desperately need.

As if reading your thoughts, Jeongguk tilts his head a little to the side and with a slow drag of his hand from the apex of your sex to your very core, he pushes one of his fingers past your lips and masterfully curls it inside of you.

Your walls react to the intrusion almost instantly, contracting and then expanding around the digit as they welcome it further, allowing him to seek and reach your pleasure spot.

Your eyes flutter shut again as he retrieves his digit only to push it right back in again to mock the way he’d gladly move his cock inside of you.

The arousal starts oozing out of you, tainting your underwear and sticking to the soft fabric between your bottom cheeks whilst he picks up some speed, eager to sweep you off your feet.

The bottom lip trapped under the vice of your teeth almost splits as you try with all your might to gulp down a contented sigh as he curls his finger again, the tip of his digit pressing right on your pleasure spot.

You start to fear soon your friends will be able to catch on the sounds of your wet mound as Jeongguk fucks you with his godly finger and if he fears the same, he doesn’t show it at all. In fact, as you quiver a little under his touch, he takes the chance to slip another finger inside of you and immediately scissor the pair of them to stretch your walls even further.

Your mouth opens in a silent moan, your back arching a little at the sensation of being claimed like this, with just the tip of two fingers and a palm pressed right on top of your clitoris.

He starts rotating his hand atop your sex, his fingers circling inside of you alongside the rest of his palm, sending jolts of electricity to run through your body.

It turns exceptionally easy for Jeongguk to bring you down like this, making you quiver and snap in utter silence just like when you were still living with your parents and needed to be quiet not to be discovered as you pleasured yourself.

Your body shakes as the blissful wave of your orgasm rushes down from your head to your core like a waterfall, turning your body scorching hot to the touch.

Sweat beads your forehead and slides down your neck as you try to catch up your breath without being too loud.

Your eyes are fixed on Jeongguk as he smiles wickedly at you, his eyes glinting in the dim light as he retrieves his hand only to guide it to his open mouth.

You watch transfixed as he trains his fingers to his tongue and pointedly licks his digits just to taste your pleasure.

You can’t believe he is actually doing this with your friends inside the room, with Yoongi sitting so close to him their shoulders could be touching if only one of them would move a few inches to the side.

It is so lewd and unbelievable and yet so exciting.

Your body seems to turn even hotter at the thought of doing just the same to him, of bringing him down in the midst of your annual marathon. The thought gets so loud in your head you almost reach his jeans to unbutton them and claim him right on the spot.

What stops you, though, is Jimin getting on his feet to switch on the lights and announce another bathroom break before the last movie starts and you all fall asleep on your spots right after.

You stare up at your boyfriend in disbelief as he winks at you as he gets up to use the bathroom, calmly leaving your side as if nothing has just happened between the two of you.

You envy how nonchalant he can be, the way he portrays himself in a group of people, the assured aura that shines all around him and follows him wherever he goes.

You, on the other hand, have nothing of the sort and that is why you stay perfectly still in your cocoon of covers and cushions, waiting patiently for the lights to be dimmed again and for the attention of everybody else to be switched over to the tv-screen again rather than their surroundings.

It almost feels like sin is written all over your face with a mark so deep and red everyone could see it if they were to stare at you just a little longer, if they took the time to notice your blown irises or the way you keep touching your cheeks in the vain attempt of cooling them down a little bit.

It must be all in your head though because none of your friends seems to catch on your lewd activities and thoughts and, well, even if they did, none of them says anything about it but, it is still with utter relief that you welcome back everyone in their seats as the last movie begins to roll before your eyes.

Truth be told, you do not pay much attention to the movie, even if you’d like to.

You are distracted by Jeongguk’s proximity, by the way his thigh keeps rubbing against your own, by his hand on your shoulder as he hugs you tight to his chest. Even his perfume is incredibly distracting now and all you can think about is running your hands through his dark long locks, kiss his mouth until he moans and fuck him hard until he is crying your name out loud.

The movie seems to stretch forever and you start to get a little fidgety on the couch, slightly rubbing your thighs together as you are filled with the desire of being intimate with your boyfriend. It’s like the recent orgasm has lit you up on fire instead of quenching a thirst you had no idea was hiding within you.

Jeongguk is quick to catch on to your restlessness, the way you keep seeking his mouth to plant small and innocent kisses there since that is all you can afford in your current situation and you can actually see him smirking in the dim light, his eyes still shining with mischief as he hugs you a little bit tighter to his chest as a silent promise of taking good care of you very very soon.

It’s the middle of the night when the movie comes to an end and it is not a surprise that all of your friends and your boyfriend all quickly pass out around you, falling in the arms of Morpheus as soon as the TV-screen is off and the room completely held in darkness except for the lamplights filtering through the blinds.

Sleep, though, escapes you. There is that burning need still present in your stomach making it impossible for you to close your eyes and give in into the tiredness after being awake for so many hours, sitting pretty much in the same position on the same damn couch.

Oh, you would gladly welcome the embrace of a good night of sleep but, alas, it doesn’t seem to be an option until you find a way to satisfy that need.

“Are you asleep?” You ask in a whisper as you turn towards your boyfriend to stare at his peaceful face.

A smile spreads on Jeongguk’s face as he slowly opens his eyes to focus them on you, his head titled a little to the side so that he can stare right at you.

“What if I’m not?” He asks, turning towards you with a daring look on his features.

His hands easily find the supple curve of your ass and immediately squeeze your cheeks to bring you closer to him, so close you are forced to rest your legs on top of his thighs in order to fit in on the couch and not fall off of it on top of your friends’ heads.

“I believe we have unfinished business to deal with,” you retort, raising your eyebrows suggestively as you start tracing his lips with your index finger.

“Do we, now?” He whispers back as his back lifts from the couch so that he can plant a small kiss on your lips and gather goosebumps all over your skin.

You are one hundred percent sure he had been waiting for this, he had been pretending to be fast asleep just so you would make the first move.

It seems like, yet again, you have fallen in his trap but when it promises to feel immensely great, do you really have it in you to complain about it?

Jeongguk’s fingers hastily move from your ass up to the button of your shorts and without wasting any more seconds, he unfastens it and removes the garment from your legs, barely minding where they land as he throws them behind your back.

You hiss at the sensation of his fingers playing with your mound anew, toying with the hem of your still-soaked underwear as he teases you just enough to make you bite his bottom lip in retaliation.

Jeongguk’s soft chuckle sends shivers down your spine and you have to stifle a moan as he swiftly enters your core with two of his digits, stretching you just as nicely as he did a few hours ago.

His mouth seeks the spot right under your ear that he knows drives you absolutely insane and you find yourself closing your eyes, abandoning yourself to the sensation of his amazing touch not caring one bit about your sleeping friends all around you.

“I want to taste your cock,” you whimper out and he is forced to cover your mouth with his free hand, his eyes warning you to be quiet because, despite the thrill of getting caught, this game can go on only as long as the people around you do not really catch on it.

You nod your head yes a few times for him and he lets you go with a smile spread on his features, his eyes dark with lust at the prospect of having you pleasure him like this, out in the open.

He unbuttons his jeans himself, lifting his ass just enough for the fabric of both his pants and underwear to move past the round curve of his muscular flesh and reveal his semi-hard cock to you.

You switch your position on the couch so that you can rest comfortably on your knees as you descend toward his sex whilst he covers you completely with the duvet, just in case anyone should wake for a few minutes and catch the sight of your head bobbing up and down.

Your mouth opens just enough to let your tongue out and as you lick the head of his cock you are pleased to hear him hiss at the sensation. It would seem like he isn’t as unbothered as he led you to believe throughout the night.

You smile and blow hot hair on his now glistening cock just to watch his body twitch and shiver.

One of his hands find purchase on your hair and he grasps them tightly, pulling on them to guide your head towards his sex and get what he was promised a minute ago.

You let out a soft chuckle but comply with his desires. You do not have the luxury of time tonight and you are just as eager as he is to give him pleasure and receive some in return.

Your mouth opens again but this time it is to envelop his hardening cock and as his grasp on your hair tightens, you know you are doing a very good job.

His dick twitches inside your mouth whenever you hollow your cheeks around it and it is only a matter of seconds before he is fully hard and ready to push into your mouth to seek his release.

You close your eyes and relax your jaw as the head of his cock starts ravishing your mouth as if it were your pussy. Saliva drips down your chin and it takes all of your efforts not to gulp down too loudly and keep the sounds as close to nothing as humanly possible.

Jeongguk softly calls your name as his hips start to stutter and slow down a little and you lift your head up to leave his cock before he is coming inside your mouth.

Your eyes are big as you lock at him with all the innocence you can muster whilst you pointedly lick your lips just to tease him a little further.

He groans and pulls on your hair to guide you upwards so that he can crash your lips on top of yours and suck on the tender flesh until you are hissing for him in both discomfort and pleasure.

“Come sit on my dick, baby,” he whispers, his voice retaining some of the neediness you can see reflected in his dark irises as his fingers let go of your poor hair.

“Gladly,” you say back as you lift yourself up and climb on top of him, your hands finding purchase on his toned chest as you do so.

“Not like this, turn around,” he says before planting a soft kiss on your temple, his hands on your hips helping you to reposition yourself.

Like this, you have a perfect vision of the entire room which means you can also check on your friends whilst your boyfriend claims your pussy over and over again after so many hours of anticipation.

You lift the duvet over your body to cover the way it is bound to bounce on top of your boyfriends and you lift your hips up a little, your thighs squeezing his hips as you wait for him to finally give you what your heart desires.

He guides your hips towards his own as slowly as he possibly can, not wasting the chance to tease you with the tip of his cock until you are on the verge of whining for him and make yourself known to everyone else in the room.

Breath gets stuck in your lungs as he finally moves past your folds, his head nicely covered with your juices so that he can easily push his entire length inside of you, inch after inch until you are sinking on top of him on your own accord, rejoicing in the way your walls stretch and welcome him further inside until he is completely lodged within you, filling you up to the very core.

Your eyes close as you start rotating your hips on top of his, biting your bottom lip to not let a single sound out.

Jeongguk’s hands on your hips tighten their grasp, his nails slightly digging into the flesh as he starts meeting your hips mimicking the pace you have set for yourself, eager to chase both of your releases down and finally quench both of your thirsts for each other.

You cannot contain the slight pants that escape your mouth just as much Jeongguk’s seems unable to push back his sighs of ecstasy at the way your walls contract around him every time he hits your pleasure spot.

There is also no hiding the squelching sounds of your core dripping with arousal nor the one his balls hitting your ass when you start sinking on him a little rougher in your pursue of utter elation.

You slowly open your eyes as your mouth parts in a silent moan of pure delectation as Jeongguk’s cock twitches inside of you and, as they re-focus on your surroundings, you find yourself staring at porcelain skin almost gleaming under the silvery light of the moon filtering through the blinds; a pair of beautiful charcoal eyes and a rosy mouth, slightly parted in astonishment.

Yoongi.

You lick your dry lips and then gulp down heavily as your gaze drifts off from his face to the way his slack body is slightly twisted in your direction, barely a few inches away from your parted legs.

Even in the dim light, there is no hiding that he is palming himself through the confinement of his dark denim jeans.

You tilt your head a little backwards and whisper your lover’s name loud enough for him to pick up on it and shift his attention from the vision of his cock disappearing inside your pussy to your surprised spectator.

Jeongguk slightly adjusts behind your back and hooks his chin on your shoulder, his eyes gleaming with mischief as they land on your friend.

“Hyung,” he says, but not in a scared or questioning tone but, rather, in an acknowledging one.

Yoongi’s mouth falls completely agape as you let go of the duvet tightly grasped in your hands whilst Jeongguk’s fingers hook the hem of your shirt and slowly lift it off of you, revealing your naked chest to your friend so that he can bask in the sight of your breasts exposed and bouncing as you rock on your lover’s delicious cock.

Jeongguk’s masterful fingers find the hot and sensitive flesh of your nipples and start pinching them into hardness making you flinch and sigh in pleasure.

Your eyes, though, are trained on Yoongi and the growing tent between his legs.

“Do you like what you s-see, Yoongi?” You whimper, your voice trembling with the effort to remain as quiet as possible whilst asking such a lewd question as Jeongguk keeps battering your core.

“Fuck,” Yoongi hisses and quickly unbuttons his jeans to give himself some reprieve from the uncomfortable confinement.

“You can uh-” you gulp down again, your eyes closing as Jeongguk hits a pretty sensitive spot, cutting the air out of you in a single blow, “You can touch yourself if you wa-want.”

Yoongi’s mouth turns into a perfect “o” as he stares at you with his big eyes, his breath already ragged with the raw excitement your words and the sight of you like this provided.

He lifts his ass from the couch and pulls his boxer briefs down alongside his jeans with trembling hands, eagerness written all over his features and the way his body moves. His garments pool at his ankles and as his bottom cheeks hit the cold surface of the leather couch, he immediately wraps his hand around the base of his cock to give himself a few pumps, eliciting a whimper from your mouth and a sigh from his own.

You can’t help but openly stare at the angry red tip of his cock, at the way his fingers masterfully tease his sex until it is fully erected in all its glory.

You lick your lips a few times as if foretasting the way his girth would feel lodged inside your mouth, the way he would moan out loud the moment you’d start hollowing your cheeks around him, the bitter-sweet taste of his hot cum rushing down your throat and dripping off your chin.

Yoongi represents the forbidden fruit tonight and, much like Eve, you’d gladly have a taste of him if given the opportunity.

“Baby, can I?” You ask in a whisper, tilting your head a little backwards to seek your lover’s gaze. You try not to sound too eager but there is no hiding from Jeongguk and his eyes seem to darken with lust as he immediately catches on where your intentions truly lie.

He nods his head a couple of times in response and you smile at him before turning towards your friend and take him in a new.

With your index finger, you invite him closer and you watch him gulp down heavily before he follows your orders, his eyes hardly blinking, clearly unable to leave your face for more than a few seconds almost as if afraid this is all just a dream he may wake up from soon.

He tentatively glances behind your back to your boyfriend, his eyes searching his own with a silent request.

You hear Jeongguk taking in a sharp breath but you are not surprised when he nods his head yes again. This has been a fantasy of him for a little while now and you have indulged in the thought of having a threesome before. Tonight, it seems like the opportunity has finally risen for both of you to fulfil the burning desire.

Your heartbeat turns rampant in your chest as Yoongi moves on his knees so that he can stand in front of you and easily plant small kisses all over your chest.

Your mouth opens as his tongue moves past his lips and rolls over your left nipple, working it to hardness under his masterful ministrations.

You had fantasized before about Yoongi’s tongue, especially during that time where his ex-girlfriend had taken a liking in you and often confessed spicy bedroom details of her relationship with him to you.

Just as you indulge in the thought of Yoongi showing you what he is capable of, Jeongguk hits a particularly sensitive spot, making your head fall backwards.

Your breath hitches as Yoongi’s mouth envelopes your nipple completely and starts sucking on the tender flesh, turning you dizzy with pleasure and desire of having more.

With half-closed lids, you seek his now neglected cock in the darkness to wrap your fingers around it and offer some delight back to him.

You give him a few generous pumps that make him hiss beautifully against your now wet skin.

“I want to taste you, Yoongi,�� you whisper out in a bold confession that turns your cheeks hot to the touch.Your eyes drink up the sight of him visibly shivering as he envisions you between his legs, pleasuring him to his heart’s content.

He gulps down heavily and falls on his ass again so that he can spread his legs for you and gladly welcome the blissful sensation of your mouth nicely wrapped around his needy cock.

“On your fours, baby,” Jeongguk whispers behind your back, pushing your forward so that you can fit right between Yoongi’s legs and still welcome his glorious dick inside your core.

Your eyes close as Jeongguk starts pounding into you a little rougher, the new position allowing him to reach the most pleasurable and private spots within your core.

Shallow breaths escape your mouth as you close your eyes to adjust to the new pace set between your legs by your doting boyfriend.

When you open your eyes again, Yoongi is staring at you with his big doe eyes, one of his hands firmly wrapped around his cock to pleasure himself at the same rhythm Jeongguk has chosen for the two of you.

You bite your bottom lip suggestively and Yoongi’s jaw slacks whilst his head falls a little backwards on the soft cushion of the couch, his eyes slightly closing as he stares at the way you slowly move your head down to meet his cock and welcome it inside your mouth.

The moment your lips wrap around his leaking head, his abdomen contracts and he is forced to cover his mouth to stifle the moan that menaces to escape from his parted lips.

His eyes fall close as you take him all down your throat with one swift movement, his pubic hair prickling your skin as you inhale loudly to hollow your cheeks around him and firmly press your tongue against the underside of his cock.

Your eyes close with the effort of keeping your cheeks so tight around him in the effort of mimicking the way your walls would contract all around him if he were deeply lodged inside your pussy and not inside your hot mouth.

Yoongi lets out a shallow breath and closes his eyes just as Jeongguk turns a little rougher inside of you, forcing your hips to meet his frantic speed and welcome his release deep within you.

The moment he starts pointedly battering your sweet spot without missing a single beat, you start bobbing your head furiously on top of Yoongi.

There is something absolutely intoxicating about having so much power over two men. Their pleasure is tightly bound to your own and the way you are giving yourself to them, the way Yoongi starts to rock his hips forward, matching his pace to the one Jeongguk has set behind your back and the way your boyfriend is claiming your pussy so ferociously bring you down with an overwhelming, intoxicating and blissful orgasm.

Your body trembles from head to toe as pleasure spreads all over your body like a wave inside a bay, the force of it leaving you absolutely breathless.

Your mind turns foggy, your hips slow down against Jeongguk’s and your mouth tightens around Yoongi’s cock as you struggle to keep yourself from moaning both of their names out loud.

The sensation of the orgasm washing over you, though, is absolutely nothing compared to the one of Yoongi’s hot cum running down your throat and Jeongguk’s one painting your walls in pearly white.

The panting sounds of the three of you quickly fill the room and it is truly a miracle how none of your friends catches up with the lewd sounds you have been allowing out of your mouths for the past few minutes.

It is in the utter silence that Yoongi voices out his next and final desire.

“Can I clean her up?” his voice is barely above a whisper, all hoarse and husky as he looks up at Jeongguk, his eyes eager to receive a positive response.

You lift your gaze as well to stare at your boyfriend as you gulp down heavily at the prospect of having Yoongi between your legs. Oh, you surely have not forgotten the tales Heeyeon had thrown your way about Yoongi’s legendary tongue.

“Just this time,” Jeongguk says, unable to conceal the slight hint of jealousy in his voice at the prospect of having another man claiming the most private part of your body.

He helps you lying down on the couch nonetheless, offering his thighs as a makeshift cushion to support your head whilst another man claims your sex in front of him.

His eyes are filled with lust as he watches Yoongi eagerly lick his mouth and quickly reposition himself between your legs before he can change his mind and deny him the pleasure of tasting your pussy—and his cum oozing out of it.

Yoongi’s tongue flicks your clit and you almost jump at the sensation, your sex still overly sensitive to endure the new attention that is being directed towards it.

Yoongi’s hands come to rest on your stomach, pressing you down on the couch as he lifts his gaze up to stare at you whilst his tongue works on your wet and battered folds.

The sensation of his tongue is absolutely heaven-like and a little foreign. Jeongguk’s tongue his more ravenous, rougher even compared to Yoongi’s. He is more like a kitten, licking you slowly as if savouring the finest milk on Earth.

Your eyes are unable to leave his face as he keeps looking at you whilst he covers the expanse of your sex with his infallible tongue, lapping every niche and ridge of your core until he is completely sure he has gathered every last drop of your orgasm he could.

His mouth closes on top of your sex as if he were kissing your swollen lips and you bite down your mouth at the almost tender touch.

His eyes turn darker, though, as his lips part again and he decides to claim what he had been thirsting for ever since he had caught the glimpse of you, rocking so beautifully on Jeongguk’s cock.

His tongue moves past your lips and enters your sex, curving a little downwards as if he really were a kitten, trying to drink from his bowl.

He starts to hum a little as Jeongguk’s cum evidently fills his mouth as he seeks it out from deep within you.

You can hear your boyfriend’s deep pants behind your back as he stares at the scene depicted before him. This is exciting him as much as it is exciting you.

Yoongi seems to catch on it as well, turning his tongue faster, more eager even inside of you in his desperate hunt of your pleasure.

Your hands fly to his blonde locks and tug on them a little roughly to encourage him further, making him hiss at the slight pain.

Your abdomen keeps contracting as he explores you whole, his tongue suddenly relentless as he eagerly seeks your pleasure spot to bring you down on his mouth and finally taste you completely.

His eyes shine and his cheeks empurple with the effort of keeping his rhythm between your legs and as your chest starts heaving, one of his hands moves from your stomach to seek the little trigger atop your swollen lips to put pressure on it and finally send you off the edge.

For the third time tonight, your toes curl at the blissful sensation, your hips lift off the couch and your legs quiver as the orgasm washes all over you with a trembling sigh.

Your eyes seem to close almost instantly as the pleasure subdues, almost as if the tiredness of the entire day has finally dawned on you all at once.

You do not remember how you got back inside your clothes nor how the boys even rearranged their positions to accommodate you but in the morning, it is with a satisfied grin that you welcome the sight of Jeongguk hugging you tight to his chest whilst Yoongi rests his head on your lap.

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Pigeons and Parks and The Weight of Love

This is PRIME “excuse me sir, that’s my emotional support angst” and thank you so much to @shavedjudomonkey for giving me the prompt of Tracer/Winston: "Bright Sided Character Keeping Up Cheer and Breaking Down The Second the Group’s Out of Sight" I AM HERE FOR THIS. 2,200 words, and all of my OW universe is here

She grinned at Pharah as she popped out the door, patting her on the shoulder. “See you later, love!” and scrambled out the front door of their apartment. She had been to see Mercy, and get the normal updates on everything, as she did every six weeks, and so Pharah wouldn’t have thought twice about her popping down the stairs and out the door, smile on her face.

The damp, cool air of London hit her as she left, and she closed her eyes, drinking it in deep. She loved this city, every creaking, wet, miserable, amazing, and wonderful corner of it. It beat deep inside her, part of her own heart, and had even when she had been apart from it, felt the tight stretch of distance like an ache in her chest. She would always belong to London, wouldn’t she? No matter what. She’d come up in the little flowers the peeked through the grass in the parks, and be beneath the flutter of every pigeon, laughing in the high whine of every train pulling into the Underground, in the scent of grease from the chip shops.. She was London, and London stood forever, and so there was nothing to worry over. She would always be here.

She would walk today. No need to take the Underground, Winston’s place wasn’t so far from Pharah and Mercy’s, really, and a bit of a walk through East London would serve her well. The park was lovely this time of year, wasn’t it? That would clear her head a bit from the force of the meeting.

Tracer pulled up the collar of her leather jacket, the worn and well-loved sherpa nuzzling against her affectionately. It really was a wonderful day, despite the cloud cover, and frankly, she liked the cloud cover. It gave a chance for her brightness to shine, didn’t it? Any fool can be happy when the sun is shining, but there was something special about those grey and drizzling London days that she loved best. She loved to complain about them, also, of course but that was her right as a Londoner. London would somehow know she meant it with nothing but the deepest love.

She and Winston should go to the park today. He didn’t get out enough, really, he was too nervous about what people would think of him, but anyone in Hackney Wick who cared to pay any attention at all knew he was a sweet and kind sort, who had a hard time raising his voice, not to mention his hand, and if only he would let himself be around more, more people would see that. Tracer could teach them, she knew, that he was to be loved and never feared. She’d take more of a hard-line stance on trying, she’d been far too lenient on this issue with Winston.

Tracer could, of course, provide all the love he could ever need, and of course if she couldn’t be there her family would care for him, but Winston deserved more people.

She could hear the children shouting on the playground as she cut across the park. The bit of drizzle wouldn’t keep them away, oh no, because they were proper little Londoners too, and she smiled brightly as she saw them scamper on the equipment, holding their laughter in her heart like a candle. She nearly exploded across the green and went to play with them herself, eager to feel the joy of her body beneath her, but she had a job to do today, didn’t she?

Focus, Lena. Hold it in your mind, right? You can do this, love.

She wasn’t unkind to herself, in this matter--it was perfectly reasonable that she would feel a bit distracted by everything going on--but gently brought herself back to attention, back to what it was she was meant to be doing.

And sometimes, an idea sprung across your mind that was so grand there was no reason not to follow it.

It lit up her mind in the firework colors of her joy, and she ran across the little road near the playground, nearly being struck by a romantic date taking place in a horse drawn carriage. But Tracer did not hear the things being flung at her by the driver, her mind racing much too loudly and quickly with the spark and whistle of her idea.

Beside all that, it felt wonderful to run.

She raced into the pub (Lena had always rather questioned it billing itself as a pub, being so clean and well-lit and serving a grilled vegetable serving board, but now was not the time to quibble over the details) and put her hands on the maitre’d's podium, eyes wide with delight.

“I know you don’t reserve tables in the garden--”

“We don’t reserve tables in the garden.”

“Right, I’ve just said that, and normally I wouldn’t ask, ‘ave never asked, in me entire life,” she studiously ignored the man’s stare as she committed her breach of manners, “but me friend, Winston, ‘e can’t rightly fit inside, and it’s a dreary day, even under the awning, not many people will want to sit, but we’re warm-blooded, so we are, and--”

He shook his head. “I don’t even have a spot to do it in, love.”

His accent was quite received, but becoming less so by the minute in the presence of Tracer’s reminder that he was truly a part of the blue-collar set, after all.

Tracer unzipped her jacket and exposed her CA. “‘ello, I’ve saved London at least twice by any measure, never asked for nothing, and I would like to take me friend, who also ‘as saved London, to ‘ave a nice meal.”

“Tracer?” He seemed a little startled, though she figuring she’d been on the news enough it shouldn’t be that surprising. “Thought you were taller.”

Tracer giggled. “I do come off a bit bigger. It’s the personality, love, always ‘as been,” She leaned in toward him, hardly taking a breath, gripping the podium, “ can I please ‘ave the bloody table, sign your kids an autograph, take a picture, make you a lovely chicken salad, whatever love, just please, for me. Never ask you again, promise.”

He sighed, but like so many, was hardly immune to Tracer’s whirlwind charm.

“Be here at 12:45.”

Tracer looked quickly at her watch. “Absolutely, will do, thanks love, and I won’t forget it.”

He shifted from foot to foot. “Leave a message for Mum, when you come back? She loves you.”

Tracer nodded vigorously, filled with excitement. “Love to, of course, and thank you!”

She raced out as quickly as she’d come. See? Today would be a wonderful day, she would just have to work hard to make it so. Winston would be so happy. Nervous, of course, but she would soothe him and say that they’d love to do it, Winston being a great hero of London and all, and it was her treat, of course, and she would only order for him if he didn’t order enough. It was no trouble, she was happy to treat her friend, and she had the day off work, and Emily was working, so really he was doing her the favor.

Tracer ran all of this over in her head as she bounced across the park, pushing the darkness from her mind. Darkness was nothing against the things she carried inside her. She wasn’t going to let anything claim her before its time, wasn’t going to waste a single solitary moment of this beautiful and remarkable world. There were couples on the lake, rowing poorly but happily, and she smiled to see them and the joy they felt with each other. The English Garden still had blooms hanging on, despite fall’s early fingers, bright dots of color in all the lush green that screamed of England to her eyes.

And so, what could conquer her, when the park was so alive? How could she feel sorry for herself, when a flower stood against the frost? No, she would be that flower. Nothing was certain in life anyway, not even bad news, and that was the truth. Mercy hadn’t given up, and neither would she.

Winston’s house, nestled among the warehouses, came into view, and she took a deep breath, puffed her chest out, and grinned brightly as she skipped up to the door. She knocked, and hollered that it was her, even as she heard Athena call out her name. WInston would rather hear her voice anyhow, she figured.

The door swung open, and Trace bounced into the room.

“Guess what, Win?” She bowed a little, almost like a puppy at play, as she said it.

He smiled softly. “I’m not going to guess, Lena.”

She jumped up onto his shoulder, hugging him tightly across the back of his neck. “Oh come on then, WIn, ‘ave a bit of fun.”

He smelled so warm, and so safe, always a little lightly of hot cocoa and cozy fires and love, and her mind, tickster that it always was, flashed the image of him across her mind, sitting alone at Christmas dinner, a simple ham in front of him and no one near him at all, wearing a Christmas jumper, the room dark and silent. It was silly to imagine such a thing could ever happen while an Oxton drew breath in this world, but it hit Tracer like a sledgehammer to the heart, and she began to tear up as she hugged him.

He sighed. “I have a lot of work to--”

“I love you so much, Win,” She sniffled, “I love you so much.”

“Lena,” he said softly, reaching his hand up to rub the back of her head, “I didn’t mean to--of course I’m excited, whatever you’ve planned--are we going to the zoo? Are we--”

Tracer jumped off of his back, wiped away her tear, and jumped in front of him, laughing at herself.

”Oh it isn’t that--I get emotional sometimes, when I get too excited, remember as I’ve told you the story of the time me mum and dad took me to disneyland, was so excited I burst into tears, it’s only that, Win, only that.”

The quickness of her speech, and the bounce of her body, made it all seem so plausible, and so he nodded.

“So, what are we doing today? I do have to finish something, but--”

Tracer bounced up and put both of her hands in one of his, nodding earnestly. “Oh that’s all right, but you must take a bit of a break, in a moment. I’ve gotten us a table at the Royal Inn on the Park, you’ve always wanted to go and I managed to talk them into saving a table for us at the garden.”

Winston looked down nervously. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t be like that, Win,” She tucked her face under his, so he was forced to look at her bright smile, “They was ever so ‘appy to do it, being as you’ve protected London, right, you’re a son of the city now. And I can’t ‘ardly go meself, waitstaff never could leave the table, who would I ‘ave to chatter at? Just you, I’m afraid.”

Winston looked up, and then sighed, but smiled at her, nodding. “Okay. Let me finish this bit of soldering, and then we’ll go. It’ll take me about, I don’t know, half an hour.”

“Lovely.”

The scent of him was still in her mind, the fears of his loneliness gnawing at the edges. And what of the rest of them? Pharah had come so far as to get herself a sense of humor. Mercy trusted that people were here to stay. D.va was even seeing someone, had learned that she could be more than an idol or a recluse, but could combine all those things together. Everything was wonderful, and what if she somehow hurt them?

“Lena?” The concern in his voice told her she was doing a poor job.

“Oh,” she shook her head, snapping herself back to reality, “‘orribly out of focus today, Win, sorry, sorry, you know love, I’ll go run around a bit in the park, meet you at the alcoves in forty minutes? You can finish your work, and I’ll get a bit of the wiggles out.”

Winston looked at her for a moment, but then nodded. “Okay.” He allowed himself a warm smile, “We’ll have a great lunch today.”

“Absolutely we will,” she gave him a quick but strong hug, “you’ll remember it for ages, I bet. Skipping off now,” she quickly moved to the door, “so as not to distract you.”

He said something that signaled agreement, and Tracer bounded out the door, back toward the park, to a quiet place among the green and trees where no one sat. She walked slowly, too slowly, not keeping ahead of the thing Mercy had said, the thing at the back of her mind. There was so much to love here. She was only just turned thirty-four. She was getting married. Overwatch was doing so well. The pigeons in London were so fat and charming. The grass was so green and fresh. She loved her life so much. Her family loved her so.

But for one moment, Lena OXtron faltered in keeping her face to the sun, fell to her knees in the wet grass, and began to cry, just one small sentence creeping out of her mouth, whimpered to the world she adored.

“I don’t want to die.”

#HON HON HON

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