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[shiny-crocodile]

the best person ive ever met

lucy bronze x ona batlle

Summary

lucy and ona origin story; semi-slow burn, semi-quick; multi chapters that will get a little smutty

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9

CHAPTER 10

chapter summary: bikinis, blue and beaches

chapter notes: thank you to the anon for the private beach suggestion x

/

As this was the first time Ona had been in Lucy's flat, it was only right that they kept to tradition and christened every room, some multiple times.

Their breakfast sat uneaten in the kitchen while they recovered from morning sex in the bedroom, Ona's head resting on her lover’s stomach after she couldn't quite resist chef Lucy.

"Can I get you a coffee?" Lucy asked, playing with the younger girl's hair.

"Mmm not yet," Ona responded, wanting to live in this moment a little longer.

The Spaniard added this to the list of cute things Lucy had done to make her feel welcome in her flat.

Not a coffee drinker herself, Lucy had stocked up on coffee and even bought the same machine Ona had in her Manchester flat.

Not stopping there, the English girl had cleared drawers and wardrobe space for her, bought chocolate, pancake ingredients and even got Ona her own Barcelona branded toothbrush. A sweet nod to the fact it was almost certain they would be playing with each other next season.

They soaked up each others company until Lucy started to move slightly, met with an annoyed mumble by Ona.

"Sorry baby, l've gotta go," Lucy said, needing to be back at the Barça training ground in 30 minutes for their celebration parade.

"Nooo," Ona moaned as she clung onto Lucy like a monkey, trying her best to stop her from moving, with little success.

"I'll be back soon," Lucy said, standing up to throw some clothes on.

"Oh shit, I forgot to pack," Lucy remembered, having planned to do that before leaving but she had got a little side tracked.

She looked around the room for her suitcase, panicking as she was on a tight schedule to get to the airport after the parade finished.

"Lucy, go," Ona said, sitting up to watch her stressed girlfriend pacing, "I can pack for us."

The English girl hesitated, preferring to sort herself out but she didn't really have a choice.

"Ok," Lucy conceded, slipping her trainers on before walking over to her naked girlfriend, bending over to kiss her deeply.

"Thank you," Lucy said, "I can't wait to see you in a bikini.”

"I'm literally naked right now," Ona said, laughing as Lucy hurried out the room. "Bye!"

"Bye, see you in a few hours," Lucy called back, shutting the door behind her.

Ona started to get moving, kind of liking being in Lucy's flat alone and having a nosey around.

There were some photos of her niece and nephew, signs of Narla who Ona didn't get to meet this time, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a framed version of the photo booth photos Ona had on her fridge. Her heart soared imagining Lucy going and getting them printed and framed.

Now in an even more smitten mood, the Spaniard got to packing.

///

"Umm Ona!" Lucy called from the bedroom of their rental villa. The place was massive, so she had to raise her voice a little louder than usual to be heard.

Ona strutted in, wearing a neon pink bikini that made her tan pop.

It was Lucy's first time seeing her since waking up. They got in late last night and Lucy just flopped into bed and didn't wake up for another 10 hours, exhausted by the last days and weeks.

"Firstly, wow," Lucy said, looking her girlfriend up and down, admiring her six pack and the way the bikini barely covered her. "Secondly, where are all our things?"

She was rummaging through the wardrobe where Ona had hung up their stuff while Lucy was sleeping.

"What do you mean?" the Spaniard asked, collapsing on the bed to lay on her stomach, her bum doing its best to distract Lucy.

"There's barely any clothes in here," Lucy pointed out, signalling to the complete lack of items packed for both of them. More bikinis than actual clothes.

"Who needs clothes?" Ona asked, slowly teasing the tie of her bikini undone, causing Lucy to bite down on her lip.

"They're also all my clothes," Lucy pointed out, fully distracted now as she crawled along the bed towards her girlfriend.

"Mhmm," Ona hummed, turning on her back to let Lucy climb on top of her.

Lucy ran her hand up the younger girl's side, removing the bikini that was now barely covering her girlfriend.

"Well we don't want to get our limited collection dirty then do we," the English girl said, pulling her own top off, leaving only football shorts on.

Ona pulled the older girl in, mouths merging in a filthy kiss to kick off their make out session, hands and mouths running all over each other as they rolled around, making the most of the massive bed.

"Wait," Ona said, trying to sit up and halt things but not being able to as Lucy pinned her back down, sucking on her neck.

Temporarily thinking of giving in, Ona moaned at the sensation as Lucy gave a soft bite to her shoulder.

"No," Ona said, firmer this time as she actually managed to wriggle free, "we have to pick up the car."

Lucy groaned, laying back, hands on her head as Ona hopped off the bed and over to the wardrobe.

As the English girl finally opened her eyes and sat up, realising this make out session was only going as far as that, she saw Ona pulling on some very familiar shorts and shirt.

"Looks good on you," Lucy said, not minding after all that the Spaniard's packing meant she would exclusively be in Lucy's clothes for the holiday.

Clothes were chucked at the English girl to encourage her to get ready.

"Hey, who am I?" Ona asked, doing a Lucy-esque organising of her hair, followed by a Lucy-esque pulling her top up to show off her abs and rearranging her shorts.

"Shut up," Lucy responded to the teasing, instantly recognising those mannerisms as her own.

Still not able to resist the flash of the abs, even if it was a joke at her expense, the older girl moved forward to pull the Spaniard into one last kiss before being pushed off again to get ready.

///

"So where now?" Lucy asked as they drove off in their new convertible.

Ona had been to the area a lot as a child, so the English girl was leaving the activities very much to her for once, and the driving as well.

"Surprise," Ona said, not wanting to give anything away, "but we need some stuff from the supermarket first."

Once the girls had got some picnic supplies and drinks, they headed back into the car for Ona to drive them to the surprise location.

"Ummm," Lucy said as they pulled up in an empty car park with not much going on around them except for dirt roads. "Have you taken me here to kill me?"

Ona scoffed, "patience please."

The Spaniard held her hand out to drag Lucy out the car, then leading her down a path, things not becoming any more reassuring for the English girl as it seemed to be dirt as far as the eye could see.

She never usually let go of control when it came to holidays and activities, and she was starting to remember why.

Twenty minutes later the scenery still hadn't changed.

"Sure you know where you're going?" Lucy said, drawing an eye roll from the younger player.

"Yep," Ona said as they stepped onto the top of a hill, looking out at the most pristine white sand beach Lucy had ever seen in her life.

The English girl was speechless, which Ona took as a good sign after her constant moaning.

"I used to come here when I was younger, although I cycled so it was much harder work but so worth it," Ona said, dragging Lucy down the hill and onto the beach.

"It's amazing," Lucy finally managed to get some words out, “how is it so empty?”

"Honestly I think I'm the only person who knows about it," Ona said, laying out their towels as Lucy dumped the bags of food and drink. "Well now one of two people."

"You've never taken anyone here?" Lucy asked, knowing how many times Ona had been in the area with family, friends, exes.

"No, I kind of like it being my special place. I used it to escape really," Ona said, sitting on her towel and running sand through her fingers.

Lucy was completely flattered that Ona would share this with her.

"I love it, it's the most beautiful place l've ever seen," Lucy said, sitting and leaning over to peck the Spaniard's cheek, "thank you for sharing this with me."

Ona hadn't really thought about Lucy being the first person she was bringing here. It was a no-brainer to come here after a few years away and of course Lucy would be part of that.

As Ona stripped down to her bikini, she got out the suncream to start applying it to her arms.

"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?" Lucy asked, making Ona more than a little confused.

"Umm, putting suncream on," she responded, looking at the bottle to make sure it actually was suncream.

"That's my job," Lucy said, yanking the bottle from Ona, much to the Spaniard's amusement, and applying a large amount to her hands.

She started off on the back and shoulders, massaging into Ona's tight muscles as she went, laying kisses over the younger girl before moving on to the next spot.

"Let's take this off," Lucy said after effortlessly turning Ona round, removing her bikini top. She knew the girl would want to sunbathe the European way anyway, so she was only keeping her safe.

After covering her hands with suncream, she started at the collar bone, working her way down to Ona's chest.

"Lucy," the Spaniard mumbled, her girlfriend giving an excessive amount of attention to her boobs.

"It's very pale here, don't want you getting burnt," the older girl said as she kissed her chest goodbye.

She made her way over Ona's abs, tucking her hands down her bikini line before turning focus to her limbs.

She took each arm and leg and put it over her shoulder as she massaged the suncream deep into her skin.

Ona was loving this, not only was she getting an insanely good free massage for her tight muscles after a long season, it was also her favourite hands doing it.

As Lucy started on her final leg, she made sure to pay extra attention to her bum, taking things as slow as possible as she rubbed extra close to Ona's bikini bottoms, which were significantly damper than they were 10 minutes ago.

After fully working up the Spaniard, Lucy placed a soft kiss on her inner calf and placed her leg down.

"Think I got everywhere," Lucy said cheekily, standing up and leaving Ona flustered on the towel. "Swim?" she asked, holding her hand out to pull Ona up.

The younger girl knew full well her suncream won't have soaked in and they would have to do that all again when they got out, but she didn't mind it one bit, letting herself be pulled up.

The girls walked out into the sea far enough that Lucy could still stand but Ona was struggling a little, a great excuse to wrap her legs around the taller girl's waist instead.

Lucy secured the younger girl by wrapping her arms round Ona's hips, while the Spaniard's arms hung around Lucy's neck.

"I'm so excited to be at the same club next season," Lucy said as they bobbed together in the water.

"So am I," Ona said, admiring the way her girlfriend's eyes shimmered, reflecting off the sea, "before the most exciting part of it was being back home, but now by far the best part is the thought of being with you all the time."

They nestled their heads into each other's necks.

Lucy sighed, so content with where they were in that moment, as they both let their minds drift off in unison to being in the same city, finally.

///

Back on the beach, Lucy downed the dregs of her second glass of wine.

"Top up?" Ona offered, holding the bottle.

"No, but you can, I'll drive on the way back," Lucy said, moving her empty glass behind them.

"It's ok, we can finish it later."

The sun was starting to set, the girls having spent the last few hours in and out of the sea, soaking up the sun, even building a few sandcastles at Lucy's insistence.

"Come here," Lucy said, Ona shuffling towards her on the towel, the older girl pushing the stray piece of hair behind her ear.

The younger girl leaned in to kiss Lucy passionately, sea salt giving her lips a perfect sting.

"I might have a little surprise for you too," Lucy said, pointing over to her bag behind Ona, who turned over to have a rummage.

"No way!" Ona gasped, pulling out first a strap and then a bright blue dildo.

"You brought that to the beach?" the younger girl laughed, looking at the cheeky smile spread over her girlfriend's face.

"Didn't know where we were going, did I? Gotta be prepared for everything," Lucy said, taking the surprise items from Ona.

The older girl could sense some hesitation as Ona laid back to face her.

"We don't have to use it here," Lucy said, not wanting her to be uncomfortable.

Ona's nervousness was due to how open and outdoors it was, but she quickly remembered that she'd never seen anyone else on this beach in all these years.

"I want to," Ona said, because she really did. This sunset, this girl, how could she not?

"Tell me if you change your mind, we'll stop yeah?" Lucy offered, shuffling towards Ona as she attached the strap to herself, placing it over her bikini bottoms and leaving a soft kiss on the end of the younger girl's nose when she was ready.

"I will," Ona confirmed, and with that Lucy's demeanour changed, taking control as she positioned herself over Ona.

Arms either side of the younger girl's head, Lucy lowered herself to kiss her, sliding in a tongue to up the messiness.

Exploring each other's mouthes as they picked up their make out session from earlier, Lucy was confident she could feel the girl get more and more relaxed. She slowly untied the Spaniard's bikini bottoms to expose the girl's wetness.

"Yours off too," Ona said, if she was going to be naked on the beach, so was Lucy.

Usually the English girl would have resisted being told what to do when she was controlling the situation, but she would allow it this time, wanting Ona as comfortable as possible so she hurried the pants off, rearranging the dildo so the base now knocked against her clit.

The English girl slipped her fingers through the Spaniard's soaked folds, earning a moan.

Everything was heightened with the excitement and fear of doing this out in the open.

Lucy started easing her fingers into Ona, one at a time as she stretched the girl out, kissing over her collarbone and chest as she went.

"Ready," Lucy asked, bringing her face up to meet Ona's, who nodded but Lucy could still sense some hesitation.

Usually their favourite position for this was the younger girl riding the older, but Lucy could tell they had to mix it up this time, letting Ona stay on her back as she moved her cock towards Ona's entrance.

"So tight," Lucy groaned, practically feeling it as she pushed herself into Ona.

"Open wider," she said, pushing the Spaniard's legs further apart, wanting more space to push herself into the girl as she bottomed out.

The younger girl held her hand out to interlock fingers with Lucy, a tender and supportive grip as she got fucked on a beach.

The sound of waves crashing in the background combined musically with the slaps from Lucy's thrusts deep into the Spaniard.

The older girl upped the pace, distracting Ona with sloppy kisses all over her face and shoulders.

Feeling vulnerable but loving the feeling of the sand beneath her and the sea air washing over her, Ona was hit with a wave of emotions.

"Luce," she said softly.

"Yeah?"

"I will only ever want you," the younger girl said, tears pricking her eyes as she approached her high, her words pushing Lucy closer to hers.

As Lucy rearranged the dildo slightly to put more pressure on her own clit, she responded, "well that's good because you've got me forever."

Both girls stared into each other's eyes, breathing into each other's mouths as Ona was the first to come, spurred on by Lucy moving a hand to rub on her clit.

As Ona crashed through her orgasm she was breathless and sensitive, but she could tell Lucy was close.

Leaning her head up she pulled at the English girl's lower lip with her teeth, sucking it and instantly sending Lucy hurtling towards her high.

"Fuck," Lucy said as she slowed down her pace, not removing her cock from Ona just yet. "You're so amazing."

"You know how much I love you, yeah?" Ona asked, really wanting reassurance herself while feeling quite vulnerable, the dildo still inside her.

The older girl stroked her girlfriend's sweat and suncream soaked face, "you know you're the love of my life, yeah?"

With that, Ona's vulnerability was out of the window, she pushed Lucy to the side, keeping the dildo inside her as she positioned herself on top of the girl, legs either side.

Lucy was taken aback but she wasn't complaining, she definitely had the energy to go again.

She grabbed Ona's thighs as the Spaniard took control, moving her hips to grind down, rolling her head back as pleasure took over.

Not satisfied with parts of their body not in contact, Lucy sat up slightly to wrap her arms around Ona, chests flushed against each other.

"Fuck, Ona!"

"Feels so good."

"No, Ona, look!!" Lucy said, Ona's head spinning round to see two middle aged kayakers passing in the sea. Only about 100 meters away, perfect distance to see just about everything.

"Shit," Ona said, quickly removing herself from Lucy who ripped off the strap, throwing it in her bag.

Both girls collapsed on their side to hide themselves, Lucy throwing a towel over Ona to cover her.

"I'm so sorry," Lucy said, feeling terrible she had encouraged this and Ona was the one most exposed.

"Don't be," said Ona before bursting out into a fit of laughter, much to the relief of Lucy.

The English girl peered over to see the middle aged couple quickly paddling away, unable to stop herself joining Ona's laughter.

"I can't believe that just happened," Ona said through laughs, "that poor couple."

"Poor couple? Baby they are gonna get home and have the best sex of their life now I promise you," Lucy said, making Ona laugh more as she nestled herself into the older girl's embrace.

Lucy placed a soft kiss on her temple as they voted in favour of saving the next activity for the villa, and the rest of the chaos for a a “time flies” instagram post of their first trip together.

/

[zestychili]

Skate date

Summary: a cute little date night at the roller rink with Eddie 🩷🩵🛼

Authors note: this is like the second or third fic I post so please be kind it is a fluffy readerxeddie. I recently went to skate at the roller rink and got inspired it was such a fun place and we seriously need to bring them back.

It was a cool Friday night, and you and Eddie were planning your next date. After some discussion, the two of you decided to go to the local roller rink, which was having a special couples' night. You had skated before so you were confident to a certain extent and super excited to show Eddie, who had only been skating once or twice before.

As you arrived at the rink, the sound of upbeat music filled the air, and the neon lights illuminated the space. The scent of popcorn and hot dogs wafted from the snack bar, and the chatter of excited couples filled the air. You led Eddie to the rental booth, where you both rented a pair of skates. Eddie laced up his skates fast while you were looking all around the room full of couples and red florescent lights shining off the disco ball. As soon as you were done the two of you made your way to the rink.

You stepped onto the smooth, polished floor, you felt the familiar thrill of gliding on wheels. Eddie, on the other hand, looked nervous, his legs wobbling beneath him. You smiled reassuringly and took his hand, guiding him slowly around the rink.

At first, Eddie was hesitant, his movements jerky and uncertain. But as the two of you circled the rink, his confidence grew, and he began to skate with more ease. He even tried to copy some of your moves, earning a giggle from you when he stumbled and nearly fell. He maintained a death grip on your hand and lightly apologized when he stumbled trying not to bring you down with him.

As the night wore on, you and Eddie skated hand in hand, weaving in and out of the other couples on the rink. Every time Eddie stumbled, you were there to catch him, and he rewarded you with sweet, lingering kisses.

At one point, you suggested to skate a bit faster. Somehow eddie trips and takes his first tumble of the night falling on his butt. It’s so cute to see a tough man with a hard leather exterior look like Bambi on ice. He was trying which was the best part. Eventually eddie left to sit in a booth just watching you skate around the a bit. As you got closer to him he got up and asked if you wanted to play some games in the arcade that the rink had.

Many games like table hockey, skee ball and Pac-Man. He let you win most of the time when you were playing against each other but when it came to Dance Dance Revolution he got really cocky. He’s Stretching near the machine and cracking his knuckles while you laugh and try looking for a song. During the battle you kept looking at Eddie and he looked so serious not missing a beat. The song finished and Eddie was crowned the winner on the screen, Puffy and out of breath you look at each other and smile.

the DJ announced the last song of the night, and you and Eddie took to the rink once more, skating slowly and tenderly to the romantic ballad. As the song came to an end, Eddie pulled you close, and the two of you shared a deep, passionate kiss.

Leaving the roller rink, you noticed a photo booth in the corner of the room. "Hey, Eddie, do you want to take a few pictures together?" you asked, pointing to the booth.

Eddie looked a little hesitant at first, but you reassured him that it would be fun, and he eventually agreed. The two of you climbed into the photo booth, and the curtain closed behind you.

Inside the booth, you could hear the camera click as you posed for the first few photos, making silly faces and sticking out your tongues. But as the final photo approached, you looked at Eddie and smiled, feeling your heart skip a beat.

"Let's do something a little different for the last photo," you said, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.

Eddie was surprised at first but quickly leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. The camera flashed, capturing the moment forever.

As you stepped out of the photo booth, you could see the photo strip printing out two strips of black and white pictures that said “the perfect pair” with a red heart. the last photo showing the two of you locked in a loving embrace. you couldn't resist teasing him a little. "Well, I think we just nailed our audition for the next romantic comedy," you joked, holding up the photo strip.

Eddie rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile on his face. "Oh, come on, I'm not that bad," he said, nudging you playfully with his elbow.

You laughed and gave him a playful shove back. "I never said you were bad, just a little wobbly on the skates," you teased, earning a playful groan from Eddie.

"But hey, you improved a lot throughout the night," you added, smiling at him warmly. "And we had so much fun together."

Eddie grinned back at you, his eyes sparkling. "Yeah, I did have a good time. Thanks for being patient with me," he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You felt your heart swell with affection for him. "Of course, Eddie. I always enjoy spending time with you," you replied, feeling a surge of warmth spread through you.

When you and Eddie got to the his van and he clipped the photo strip on his sun visor without thinking twice about it. As he drove you home he held on to your thigh singing along to the soft music.

finally standing outside your house next to the drivers window looking at Eddie and saying the last goodbyes with a few added extra kisses. “I’ll always have my girl with me” is the last thing he said before he looked up at the picture and drove off.

You stand there while your heart is bursting holding out the picture and giving it a tiny kiss before doing a little giddy happy dance that followed some cute muffled shrieks. As soon as you entered the house you ran the bedroom and went straight to the vanity desk. kissing the picture one last time and placing it on the edge of mirror holding it in place with some glitter heart stickers.

[hyperfixated-gvf]

Groupie AU Headcanons

Hello hello! Here's those headcanons I promised for the one year anniversary of Settle Down! They aren't really all that smutty, sorry. I'm still planning on writing more filth for you guys, though, I promise! Also, I'm sorry if this isn't my best work, I'm not really well-versed in writing headcanons, but it was a really fun exercise!

Without further ado, enjoy!

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Warnings: Language, one spicy headcanon (#3), which includes a couple lines of dirty texts and one mention of masturbation over the phone

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader; Jake Kiszka x Reader; Sam Kiszka x Reader; Josh Kiszka x Reader

Words: 3545

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What you like to do for fun together:

Josh:

Josh likes to romance you even though you aren’t a couple. He’ll surprise you with a rose and whisk you away for an adventure around the town, but his favorite thing to do with you is find the most beautiful park and picnic, bonus point if there’s a pond or a lake because you guys like to keep seaweed snacks on you to feed the ducks. You’ll name them funny little names and he always ends up taking a selfie with them, which you always find funny because his photo reel is full of selfies with ducks.

“A rose for my darling,” Josh said, swooping dramatically until you took the flower from his hand. 

You took his outstretched hand and followed him down the stairs, noting the backpack he wore. “Did you find us a park? And did you get some seaweed? You fed the rest of ours to those mallards in Indiana last time.”

Josh shot you a mischeivous grin, and then opened the door to the rental car for you. “Don’t tell Sam, but I stole the rest of his.”

Jake: 

Jake loves teaching you about music, but not just music in general, music the way he sees it. He’s not great at sight reading or anything having to do with music notes on paper, so when he caught you staring early on in the arrangement and you admitted that you loved watching them play and were interested in learning yourself, Jake couldn’t help but put himself in the position of teacher, even if he’d never taught before, because he loves explaining his process to you, which also helps him figure things out himself when he has trouble. You’ll sit there together for hours with a snack and just play around on the instruments.

“It kinda reminds me of when Pheobe tried to teach Joey how to play guitar,” you laughed. After the many months now that you’d been with them, you’d have thought you would be better now at the guitar. You were not.

Jake smiled and made an exagerated hand motion. “What – you mean you think I name my precious skills things like ‘the bear claw’ and ‘the old lady?’” he teased, having watched that episode with you just to scrutinize the guitar playing. He moved to sit with his chest flush up against your back, wrapping his arms around you, even though they nearly didn’t reach around the guitar, and you leaned back into him, content to just watch him play.

Danny:

Danny loves going to antique stores with you. The Kiszka brothers aren’t always in the mood to spend hours looking meticulously through each and every section in the store, but you’re always down to stay with him and watch his eyes light up when he sees something cool. Your favorite thing to do is find a very expensive or different clothing rack and then dress each other up in the weirdest outfits possible (although one time, you did end up liking a coat he put you in more than you thought you would, and Danny carried it around the store for you until you checked out).

“Do you think that Josie would hate me if I showed up with an entire vintage ‘My Little Pony’ set for her birthday next month?” Danny joked, grinning as you raised your brows in surprise at the pure size of the display, with what look like about 50 plastic ponies all standing around a multi-piece set.

You picked up a pink one. “I’m sure you’d definitely be low on the list of ‘people I need to send a thank you card to.” You turned to see an old ukulele hanging on the wall at the booth across the floor. “But I don’t think you should be actively making your sister hate you. Go check that uke out instead.”

He turned to where you were pointing and gasped, the hand-painted designs immediately making him forget about ‘My Little Pony.’

Sam: 

Sam loves drinks – alcoholic, holiday, specialty, anything – and he loves knowing what the “special” drink of whatever town or city they’re in is. He’ll do all his research and send you screenshots or links to places that he wants to go, and he knows you’ll come with because you want to take advantage of seeing the world like a rockstar without fame. Sometimes, just to fuck with people, Sam insists that you made each other unrecognizable, and then once you’d drank your fill of the best hot cocoa or a flight of craft beer, he’d call Danny or one of his brothers and challenge them to find you, like a big game of hide and go seek.

“I think you look a little bit like a cartoon character who dresses up in disguise. The fake mustache is going just a little too far,” you teased, watching Sam wipe his mouth and accidentally set the stick-on facial hair askew. 

He gasped as if offended and fixed his mustache, smoothing it out with his fingers and shooting you a dirty glare in the process. “Don’t talk about the ‘stache that way, Y/N. It’s my Clark Kent factor,” he defended. 

Clark Kent had nothing on Sam Kiszka, you thought. You took a sip of a new beer from your flight and smacked your lips together. “Oh, this one’s good. Here, Superman,” you said playfully, hovering the drink over to Sam’s side of the table, “taste this one.”

How they’d react to a pregnancy scare:

Josh:

The most supportive boy there ever was! Wanna keep the baby? He’s already looking at the safest cribs. Don’t wanna keep it? He’ll drive you across the US to get you to a state that supports it, and he’d insist on being the first brother at your side, since he’s the oldest. But as we all know, Josh loves children, and he’s already writing lyrics about the the wonders of childhood and all the feelings he’s experiencing knowing that he could potentially be a father (…25% chance biologically, 100% chance in practice), and he keeps them stored away when the scare is resolved, but you find them weeks later, since everyone’s stuff is mixed with everyone else’s, and it definitely makes you cry.

“I really like this one,” you said, voice quivering as you read a set of lyrics on the papers you found that brought a lump to your throat. Just seeing how Josh had perceived things through his specific brand of communication was special, and even if you hadn’t wanted a baby, experiencing Josh’s positivity was something of a bundle of joy in and of itself.

Josh peeked over your shoulder and became a little bashful. “Well, they’re still a work in progress.”

Jake:

Jake is probably one of the most apprehensive about the maybe-pregnancy. In no way would he shirk responsibility or even be disappointed, per se, but he does worry about how it will affect the band, the arrangement, and their lives in general. He knows that the band’s time has an expiration date, and somewhere deep inside, he’d be a little worried that a baby would make that date come sooner. In his opinion, it would be one of the best reasons to go out, but Jake isn’t done quite yet. That being said, Jake thinks tiny little guitars are cute, and he quite likes playing house with you. He’s also second, only after Sam, regarding the most curious about who the “real” father would have been, if you actually had been pregnant. 

“You’ve been a little quiet,” you said, nose to nose with Jake in his bunk. There was no funny business, not after the excitement of the day, but you’d noticed his unusually subdued demeanor after you broke the news.

Jake looked back at you with what almost look like guilt. “I’m just…processing. It’s like, our whole lives could have been changed, you know? And I feel bad that part of me was so– so against a baby .”

You pressed a soft kiss to his nose, grateful that he was honest and thoughtful both. “I would never ask you to give up your life, Jake. We’d have found a way.”

Danny:

He becomes a little bit of a Papa Bear, very much a dad-zilla, even in the short time the scare goes on for. Very freaked out, very concerned, but the most attentive of them all. He’s the one going out to buy the pregnancy tests and coming back with vitamins and a chocolate bar, too. He’s also the one who does the research for the nearest OB GYN so that if you are pregnant, you could be seen. He’s there in the morning with water and a cuddle, and he’d watch you like a hawk until you were safely and securely not pregnant, but he’d admit to you days after that he didn’t mind playing the doting partner, for what it was worth.

“Wait!” Danny cried out as the three Kiszkas enveloped you in a tight, comforting group hug. You all turned your heads toward him, bodies frozen where they were as his tone of voice surprised you.

“What?” you questioned. You’d much rather him be involved in the hug than standing on the outside, but he sounded worried and that set you on edge.

Danny bit his lip, taken aback by the immediate and complete shift of attention to him, even though he called it to himself. “Um…” he started, licking his lips uncertainly, “that won’t, like…hurt the baby, will it?”

“Oh god,” Sam chuckled, pulling away. “It’s the return of home-ec Flour Baby Dad Danny! Everybody run!”

Sam:

Sam spends the first few hours of the scare attempting to make light of it by assigning everyone a parental role. He jokingly dubs Danny, “Daddy,” as a nod to their fans (which Danny just rolls his eyes and shakes his head at), declares himself, “Pops,” Josh, “Papa,” (but only with a Spanish twist), and Jake, “Dada,” (but, again, only in the Shrek the III voice). In all reality, he’s scared out of his wits, because logically, Journey was right - the road ain’t no place to start a family. But between the doubts and the fear and the unpreparedness, seeing you laugh at his stupid jokes and the way his brothers look at you, he’d also knows that you already were kinda a family, and regardless of your decision to keep it or not, you’d be a pretty damn good one after everything, too.

You could see Sam sitting on his hands, everyone waiting impatiently for Danny to get back from the drugstore they had to do an emergency stop at. It was only ever in the dressing room before a show that Sam did that.

“You good?” you asked quietly as you sat next to him, hand on his knee. 

Sam chuckled softly, glancing at you with his basset-hound eyes. “Yeah,” he said, clearly nervous but trying to hold it together. “Are you?”

You leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder to and stem his nervous energy. “Sure,” you said, half false confidence, the other half genuine. “One way or another, we will be.”

How they’d react if you sent them a dirty picture (that the others didn’t get 👀):

Josh:

Josh is probably the one who least minds sharing you. It’s not because he doesn’t love you any less than the others, it’s because he finds you so damn beautiful that he couldn’t fathom not sharing you with the others, who he knows love you just as much. So, when the other three don’t get a text, he shares with them, but only just barely; he is, after all, possessive of what you give to him specifically, so he only allows the other’s a peek once he checks that it’s okay with you. Very much, “ha ha, look what I have” more than he does it out of the goodness of his heart.

“Holy shit, darling. How can you do this to me? You know I’m around my brothers, and you know that we won’t be home for another few hours.”

“Can I brag about you, darling? Would it be okay for me to show the others how beautiful you look in that picture? Just so that they know. Then it’s all for me.”

“I can’t stop staring at this, Y/N, damn. How did we get so fucking lucky?”

Jake:

Jake is definitely the one taking a little “break” from whatever it is he was doing. Most likely to the bathroom (hint hint wink wink). If he knows you’re free, he’d definitely give you a call, just so that you can hear his breathing change as he gets off in the studio’s private bathroom. You might even talk him through it, knowing that you got him so worked up with one picture. And when he gets back to the others, he’d just smirk knowingly in a way that would drive the other three insane.

“You know it’s only fair that I call you so you can hear what you do to me, sweetheart.”

“I’m alone now. I hope you are too.”

“The others hate me for having a secret, but if you wear that little number tonight I bet they’ll forget all about ;)”

Danny:

You know that you’re playing with fire when it comes to Danny with how quick he is to snap from his sweet, down-to-earth everyday demeanor to his dominant, controlling bedroom one. Combining the two different extremes of his personality, especially when he’s not with you to do anything about it, creates a very interesting breed of Danny, and the others would never know what set him off because he wouldn’t be thinking of them – as soon as he sees that picture, he knows that his focus is done for the rest of the day. He’s only human, after all.

“If you wanted me to leave to come and fuck you stupid…this was the best way to do that. Good job.”

“You’re so pretty and I want to absolutely RUIN that. In a good way, obviously.”

“You’re gonna want to start groveling, sweet girl. You’ve made me mess up too many times and they’ve sent me home.”

Sam:

He’d immediately look up at the others for their reaction if he was around them and, when he doesn’t see a reaction, he’d catch on immediately that he was the sole recipient of the photos and devolve into his teasing, taunting bedroom persona. He’s just as good at getting you all riled up over the phone as he is in person. He’d hint at it in the group, telling his brothers when they ask why he’s so distracted on his phone, “It’s a Y/N and I thing. For me to enjoy and you to not.”

“Just for me, dirty girl? How kind of you.”

“Good god, baby, you are beautiful. Where have you been hiding these sexy little pictures?”

“You’re gonna be dressed like this when I get back to the bus, right? Curl up right there in my bunk with the blinds closed, I want you all to myself. Go ahead and touch yourself for me, make sure you’re nice and wet and ready, cause this was a naughty, naughty, prank.”

How they’d react to fan speculation about their relationship with you:

Josh:

He’d have next to no reaction. In fact, you’d be very surprised if it were him to bring it up in the first place, because Josh loves his fans, but to a point that seeing everyone’s wants and desires and criticisms all at once overwhelms him since he can’t make everyone happy. But if he saw something about your relationship, he’d be sure to bring it up to you if only to make you aware of it, but outside of that, he really doesn’t care if people speculate.He protects you as best as he can – they all do – but he’s no stranger to the world of fame and fans, so he sees no reason to fight it.

“Hey, we’re dating again, just to let you know,” Josh said casually from the couch as you poured yourself a cup of drip coffee and hoped to God that the bus wouldn’t make you spill it all over yourself.

His words made you laugh, though, and you snorted before taking a sip of your drink. “Oh yeah? I wasn’t sure who I was on most recently. The last I heard I was caught up in a love triangle between Danny and Jake, and they hated each other because of me, so…”

Josh put his feet in your lap as soon as you sat down next to him. “Nah, darling, you’re all mine right now.”

Jake:

Like Josh, he probably wouldn’t have much of an outwardly reaction, but the speculation would put Jake a little more on edge, especially since he lurks on social media more than Josh does. This would unfortunately lead to him distancing himself from you for a little bit, meaning not as much sex, not as much fun, and not as much time that he spent with the band when you tag along. It might make you falter for a second, not knowing what brought it on (and not because you hadn’t seen the rumors, but because there were so many of them that you’d become desensitized) but, eventually, the other boys would drag him to you when they figure out that he’s making you upset by doing it, and he’d come around like he always does.

“I think that you being the mastermind behind this all is very fitting,” Jake joked, listening as the dressing room door was barricaded from the outside. “They’re just your loyal meatheads.”

“Why are you avoiding me?” you asked, ignoring his question and getting right to the point that the other boys had brought Jake in to clear up. “I’ve given you like, one handjob in the past two weeks and you gave up your hotel night to Josh.” It was about more than sex, of course – you missed him as a friend, and you were worried you’d done something to make him angry. He fixed you with a startled gaze and began to protest, but you would have none of it. “And you DARE say that you aren’t, Jake Kiszka. Talk to me," you asked, softer now.

Jake hesitated for a moment, but let out a deep breath he seemed to be holding in his entire being. "Okay."

Danny:

This man would cause chaos if given the opportunity. He’d like supportive posts, but he’d also like cryptic, single-guy coded posts just because he can. He’d probably even follow a new ‘run by a hot woman’ account to really nail the point in that nobody out there really knew what was going on behind closed doors. And, speaking of behind closed doors, he likes it when the speculation cycle eventually makes it around to him again, because he when people think you’re his, it gives him ground to call you that “as a joke.” However, it also makes him just that much more likely to have you whisper-scream his name on the bus for the others to hear, and that’s not a joke.  

“Well, hello there, Y/N,” Danny said with a wink as he slid into the diner booth beside you before any of the other three could, “or should I say, my ‘on-and-off-again, no-good-for-me girlfriend’ who I was apparently seen buying a ring for last week.”

The other three band members crowded into the other seats, leaving you squished up against the wall. “It’d better be one fat diamond, Wagner,” you huffed, prying your phone from between the two of you. “Have the masses moved me to your corner again?”

“Oh yeah,” Danny confirmed, smiling sweetly and wrapping an arm around you. He kissed your cheek and then followed it with a whisper into your ear, “I’m your prince in the streets but a freak in the sheets, as they say. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Sam:

Sam is an enigma when it comes to speculations. It happens so much that he gets bored of it, and his response differs every time. In the beginning, he would just shut down socially – that meant a break from social media, less outings, less fan interaction from him – but as time went by and speculations because something to sigh about instead of react to, he’d be even more careless. He’d post stories with you, bring you everywhere with them, throw you a kiss onstage, etc. because he’d be a little spiteful. He doesn’t like it when people demonize you for being close with the whole band, so he’ll show his affection plain as day to get that message across.

“Sam, just because they say–”

“I don’t care what they fucking say, I’m doing this because I want to,” Sam insisted, popping a piece of cotton candy in his mouth as the Ferris Wheel rose higher. “I love fairs.”

Looking out at all the people wandering around the town they were playing a show in, you knew there’d be a large population of Greta Van Fleet fans who’d catch sight of you and make assumptions. You honestly didn’t mind, but you knew it ticked Sam off, even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

The sun was beginning to set, though, and pressed flush shoulder to foot with Sam, you couldn’t really find it in you to argue.

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Hey! Idk if you’re taking requests but would you write something about Harry and Y/N Enemies to Lovers and they hate each other but one time Y/N gets her period around Harry and she’s just mortified and instead of being mean like she would expect him to, he help her out and she’s a bit awkward but it’s kind of a sweet moment at the same time… idk haha just ignore if that’s weird 😅

NOT WEIRD, THIS IS SOOOOOO CUTE! Also, I just finished the worst period I've ever had in my life and writing this was healing 🥹

There’s no rule in the world that says you must like your co-workers and Harry and Y/N took that with great delight. Everything about them was contradictory, like oil and water, they did not mesh. Despite this, they were the absolute best teachers in the school and students just liked them - this led them to be voted class sponsors for the seniors, which unfortunately meant that they spent a lot more time together now than they would have ever liked to.

Fund raisers, class meetings, prom committee, senior outings and events…there were tons of things they had been doing with the senior class and as much as they were able to act professionally with each other they wouldn’t miss a chance to shoot a glare or roll their eyes when the other got under their skin for some reason. Today was no different as they sat across from each other at the large table in the teacher’s lounge with some of the parent sponsors for the senior class. Today was especially challenging for Y/N because she was PMS-ing hard. Her period was due next week she felt bloated and irritated, and now Harry was proposing that they completely scrap the idea for the senior winter formal that they had originally planned. It was nearly November, the time for brainstorming was long over and this meeting was just about finalizing things and presenting their budget and plan to the parent sponsors who were helping out with the event. Y/N had worked tirelessly to put together an itemized list of the outstanding costs and now Harry was kicking off the meeting with a completely new idea for the theme. It was irksome to say the least.

“Harry, we have a little over a month to pull this off, this is not feasible.” Y/N countered when he asked for feedback. It was a great idea, not that she would ever tell him that, but it was too late now. As he looked at her she knew that deep down he was narrowing his eyes at her, but he couldn’t do just that in front of the parents.

“I’m afraid I agree with Y/N, Harry.” One of the mothers said, “It’s a great idea, but we don’t have enough time to change things so drastically at the last minute.” The woman said with a slight frown. That was pretty much the consensus of the other five parents in the meeting.

“Alright, it was just an idea, no harm.” He assured everyone with a tight smile.

“So then let’s proceed with the budget proposal for the remainder of the items.” Y/N said,  “As discussed, the school will cover the costs for the venue, catering, photo booth, DJ, and party rentals, this includes chairs, tables, and table cloths, and lastly the party favors.” She said and the parents nodded, “In front of you you’ll see an itemized list of the remaining things that we need help with. Decor, centerpieces, a dessert table, and one other entertaining thing to do at the formal.” After she went over this the parents there started discussing ideas for fundraising or having her jot down names of people they knew who might be able to cut them a deal.

As she was writing she suddenly felt a sharp pain at her lower back and hips and it made her slightly gasp as it seemed to travel all the way down to her knees. It felt like she was being pulled apart and then she felt a warm wet feeling in her pants. This could not be happening now. She was due next week! As the cramp faded she glanced down to her crotch discretely and was grateful that she hadn’t seemed to leak. Maybe she could bolt to the bathroom and just use some toilet paper in the meantime, she was right by the door. But as she slightly lifted herself up she felt even more blood seep out of her and quickly sat down and what a mistake that was because then she felt it soak into her slacks. Of course she was wearing tan slacks and a thong today. Just her luck.

As the meeting went on Harry spared a glance at Y/N, still upset because she started this whole motion to turn down his idea when he was jus advocating for the students. He hoped to give her a good dirty look but she was hyper-focused on the page below her and looking extraordinarily tense and she remained that way for the rest of the time. She said her goodbyes and stayed sitting in her seat as Harry packed his things up.

“You really shit on my ideas today.” He mumbled and she sighed.

“There just isn’t enough time to re-plan everything, Harry. It wasn’t personal, as much as you might think.” She explained.

“Yeah, whatever.” He mumbled and he brushed past her and through the door. She waited a few seconds and then looked back to the door to make sure no one was within view before she stood up. She then glanced back a bit to see that there was indeed a noticeable stain at very base and a little higher on the butt of her slacks. She then looked down at the chair and saw that she had lightly stained the gray fabric of the chair. She felt so embhassased, she was a grown as woman! How could it be that she just stained her pants and the chair with period blood. How was she not prepared just in case? It could probably be the surge of hormones but she felt angry with herself and she was going to cry.

“Shit.” She mumbled and blinked away the tears forming in her eyes that were blurring her vision and hurriedly grabbed her things to throw them in her tote and she was leaning over the table to grab her pen that had slightly rolled away when she heard Harry come back in.

“Forgot my phone on the-” he stopped as he saw her leaned over the table and the obvious stain on her pants. She turned around to face him quickly with a nervous look in her eyes and her bottom lip bitten between her teeth feeling absolutely mortified. He looked shocked, he had clearly seen the giant stain on her ass and she was bracing herself for him to say something mean or to make fun of her. Just the thought made a single tear trickle down her face. What she was not at all expecting was for him to put his bag down and pull off his cardigan and hand it over to her.

“The swim team just got out of practice and they’re roaming around the halls.” He said and just took it and tied the arms around her hips, the body of the sweater reached down the backs of her thighs, effectively covering the stain.

“Thank you.” She responded softly and he nodded.

“Are you OK?” He asked coming a bit closer and she nodded, “Don’t cry, it’s OK. It happens, yeah?” He said softly and she sniffled and nodded, “Do you need anything?” He asked her and she sighed.

“Is one of the girls out there? Maybe they have a tampon or something.” She said and he shook his head.

“It was the boys team. But I ummm, I set up a little drawer at the back of my classroom with tampons and pads in case anyone has an emergency, you can go get whatever you need.” He offered. How sweet was he? She was about to cry all over again.

“Ummm yeah that’d be great.” She responded lowly.

“Yeah, here are my office keys. I can watch your stuff.” He said and she took them and hurried out to his classroom. She easily found the drawer and headed off to the bathroom to try and clean up a bit. 

Harry felt so bad for Y/N, being a woman was hard. He understood that well having grown up in a largely female household. He looked down to where she was sitting and saw that there was a small stain there as well. She was probably so mortified, but it wasn’t her fault, shit happens. He pushed himself off from his leaning position on the table and went over to the sink and folded up some paper towels before blotting at the stain, it wasn’t too bad, it appeared to be really superficial so he just folded those up and dropped them to side and then headed over to the little supply closet they had in the teachers lounge. Harry looked around and found a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and an old rag. He then grabbed one of the disposable cups from their water dispenser and went to fill it with some cold water to dilute the stain a bit more. As that sat there for a moment he put some hydrogen peroxide in the cup and then a couple pumps of dish soap and swirled it around. He then went back over to chair and knelt on the ground as he poured a bit of the concoction he made over the wet stain and started rubbing at it with the rag he found. Just then Y/N came back in and he glanced up.

“Oh my god, don’t I can clean it. That’s not sanitary.” She said with a frown as she put her things down.

“It’s just blood, Y/N.” He said nonchalantly, “Besides it’s almost out.” He said as he lifted the rag to show her and he was right. He folded it over to a clean side and poured a little more of the concoction over it and rubbed at it for a bit more before moving the rag out of the the way to check the progress, “Oh, good as new.” He said as he glanced up to her with a little smile. If he had a girlfriend she was a lucky girl. She could hate him all she wanted but this just scored major points with her.

“Thank you so much for your help, Harry.” She said, brows creased in as if she were somehow sorry that he was in this situation.

“Yeah, no worries.” He assured as he grabbed the rag and paper towels he had previously dropped on the floor and pressed himself up to a stand.

“Maybe we should just throw that away.” She said and he nodded, “Is there like a bag somewhere…” she looked around.

“There might be ziplocks in the drawers.” He suggested and she looked around and finally found a gallon sized one and opened it up for him to drop the soiled materials in there and she zipped it up and tossed it before grabbing the peroxide and with his direction put it back where it belonged as he washed his hands, “Ready to go?” He asked and she nodded. It was silent between them as they made their way through the now desolate building. However, when they got outside they could see that there were still students hanging out outside in the quad which was on the way to the staff parking lot.

“I was about to give this back, but can you walk me to my car? I had to wash my pants and the whole crotch is wet and it looks like I pissed myself.” She huffed.

“Of course, c’mon.” He said leading the way and the students did call out goodbye to them and they waved before making their way out of their sight. He walked her up to her car and she unlocked it before unwrapping the sleeves of his cardigan from her hips before looking up to him again.

“Again, thank you so much, Harry. I owe you one.” She said and he shook his head.

“Nah, it’s fine. It happens.” He assured.

“And I’m serious, it wasn’t personal about turning down your idea. I really liked it.” She said with a soft look in her eyes.

“I know…I was just being a dick. I told the kids it was a long shot at this rate, but it was worth a shot, you know?” He asked and she nodded. 

“Well, here you go,” she said giving back the cardigan and as he grabbed it from her their fingers barely brushed and it made her tummy tingle a bit at how warm he was. She had always viewed him as insufferable and a little cocky, but after what he had done for her this evening her ideas of him were completely gone and all she had to work with was the soft and gooey feelings she had towards him now. Maybe it was just the hormones running amok in her, but she wanted to hug him and cuddle him close.

“Thanks.” He smiled at her, “Get home safe.” He said as he started walking off.

“You too!” She called out and watched as he got to his car before settling into hers.

**************

The next morning Harry arrived at school and headed straight to his classroom, how he normally did. He greeted anyone he saw in the halls with a kind smile and when he reached his classroom he noticed that the door wasn’t closed all the way. The latch got stuck sometimes, so maybe Y/N didn’t notice it hadn’t shut all the way. He let himself inside and Y/N jumped when she saw him come in.

“Oh my god, you scared me!” She scolded and he chuckled.

“You’re in my class, I should be scared!” He responded as he approached her, her hand rested over her chest, “Is there something you needed?” He asked her as he set his things down on his desk and she shook her head.

“No, I just ummm, I brought you coffee and a slice of banana bread from this bakery I like. They’re gluten free and-”

“Y/N, you don’t owe for yesterday. I was just being a decent human being.” He assured her.

“Well if that’s you simply being decent then I have clearly misjudged you.” She said to him, “I haven’t always been the nicest-”

“Neither have I.” He cut in.

“Well that’s true, but we have to work closely this whole year, I don’t want it to be stressful or to suck. I want it to be fun. I want to call a truce, Harry. I really think we can have fun if we work together. So what do you say?” She proposed hopefully, just then the bell rang, students would be flooding in soon.

“Yeah, truce.” He smiled and she smiled as well as she extended her hand to his and he took it and shook it a few times and the door to his class burst open as students started to flood in and they pulled away quickly.

“Cool, have a good class.” She said and hurried out as the kids got settled in and he started settling into his desk and he smiled at the little brown bag with his banana bread inside. 

“What was Miss Y/L/N  doing in here?” Lydia, one of the girls from the senior class asked.

“Nothing, just chatting.” He said to her.

“About the formal?” She asked hopefully, this girl always wanted to be steps ahead.

“Can’t people just talk to talk, Lydia? Besides, Miss Y/L/N’s hot who wouldn’t want to talk to her, huh Mr. Styles?” Hunter, one of the jocks up front said with a smirk.

“That’s quite enough, Hunter.” Harry said as his heart started pounding a bit harder.

“Why were you holding hands?” Lydia asked and Hunter grinned.

“We were shaking hands, not holding hands. And either way, it’s none of your business.” He said to Lydia and then his door burst open and he saw Y/N standing there.

“Sorry, I left my keys on your desk. Got locked out of my classroom.” She said meekly.

“Oh ummm, yeah come on in.” He said a bit awkwardly and she headed over and smiled at the class as she reached his desk. He looked around over the surface and saw the keys on the desk and they both reached for them at the same time, their hands knocking together. The awkward fumble made Harry feel even more nervous as they giggled awkwardly at each other.

“Thanks. Bye.” She nearly whispered.

“Bye.” He hummed, his eyes following her as she hurried out of his classroom.

“Just admit that she’s hot, Mr. Styles.” Hunter smirked and Harry’s face went red when he realized he’d been caught watching her leave.

“Just…shut up, Hunter.” He grumbled bashfully as he glanced down at his hand on his desk, the one that had touched Y/N’s, waiting for the hot feeling to fade from his face but it was no use, everyone had already seen it.

[symphonic-scream]

I would like to hear how he met them.

:)

This part of the au is, for the most part, the most angsty? And it's barely. Just cause I'm keeping everything else as, comfort feeling

SO HERE'S HOW EVERYONE MET AKIRA IN THE PHANTOM QUEERS AU

In chronological order

Futaba!

Futaba was already living with Sojiro when Akira got in trouble in his hometown. Sojiro was reluctant to take in a second kid while trying his best to parent Futaba, but they assure him he's doing great and they don't need all his time and attention

So Akira comes into their lives, and when he catches Futaba struggling to make ramen at 2 am, he gives them a hand and. Siblings for life

RYUJI

They met on the train first! They were standing beside each other, did the bro nod, went about their day. Then a day later they were both at the same beef bowl place. Another nod. Then the DVD rental. The restaurant. Fishing-

After a week they both decided destiny wanted them to be bros! Ryuji was crushing a bit at first too ngl

ANN

Ryuji introduced them! He invited Akira to Girls and Gays night (their night out drinking during uni) and that's when they all first found Crossroads! Akira was taken immediately and would return each night until Lala agreed to hire him, and it also cemented his friendship with Ann

Yusuke!!

He was wandering around looking for inspiration for a new portfolio piece between his first and second year, the theme being queer identities and young expressionism. So. He wandered into Crossroads and met Akira, or rather Aki-chan. Very early into drag too

After a night long conversation and a date set up for Akira to do a little modeling for Yusuke, he had him meet the others and it was history from there

GORO

There was a police investigation at Crossroads one fall. One of the regulars- an older business man -had been caught doing some insider trading and pretty much everyone associated with Crossroads had to be spoken to to see if they'd been spilled to

Akira was interviewed by the PI on retainer. In drag. They didn't get along at first, but once Akira dropped his Aki-chan act and was Stinky Crime Boy persona, well. Goro was quick to agree to meet up another time for a drink on the house

MAKOTO AND HARU!

So. This one is a little longer? And this is the. Angst part of the post but just a bit

Makoto was out with some of her classmates after a tough exam in their course when she runs into some old, acquaintances from middle school. From when she was just starting to transition. You can probably see where it's going

She ducks into Crossroads to get away, hands shaking as she texts Haru the address, with an apology for interrupting her later cooking class when Akira kindly guides her to a back table, getting her a glass of water

He's in drag, lays on the usual attitude but a little lightly, and Makoto mumbles out a "sorry I have a girlfriend" and he just "great. I have a boyfriend. Wanna gush about her to feel better?"

And when Haru bursts in looking for a shaken Makoto she finds her love half sloshed in a back booth with Akira, both half in tears as they share photos of their partners

They end up keeping in touch and even remaining friends!

And of course, Hifumi wanders into Crossroads trying to find herself. But that's been knew

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Hi! I hope you had a good trip. I've always wanted to do a roadtrip but I haven't yet. How did you find it? Would you recommend? Any tips? 🩷

Hi, it was great. Thank you! I can’t take credit for driving as it was my cousin’s husband who drove and he’s a fantastic driver. 😁 I don’t have the details of your road trip so what I wrote is generalized and covers a lot that might not apply to you. Don’t let the essay I wrote scare you off!

If you’re driving, you’ll have to be quite comfortable and skilled, especially with a car you’re not used to if you’re renting. In Europe, roads are more compact than the US. They’ve got roundabouts (which we’re not used to) and you have to be comfortable with parallel parking, tight parking spots, narrow streets (road is too small for a two-way but is a two-way anyway), etc.

Having some sort of navigation or GPS is highly recommended as you’re driving on an unfamiliar road and this would require good cell service which can be difficult if you’re in a foreign country. But don’t follow the GPS blindly! Sometimes they’re not accurate. I remember the GPS telling my cousin’s husband to turn down a one-way street which would’ve ended badly but we saw the signs and told him not to enter. 😳

If you’re renting a car, just be aware of the rules of the country you’re driving in. You might need an international driving permit (depending on the country) and you’ll need car rental insurance too which might be provided by your credit card. Before leaving the car rental facility, take photos/videos of previous damage on the car bc some companies will say you scratched the car when you didn’t so it’s best to protect yourself! And this adds to the cost but if you’re visiting multiple countries, it’s best to let them know as they will tell you what to do when crossing the border. And tolls can be a thing too so ask about that. The guy at the car rental told us Slovenia needed an e-vignette (modern toll payment method) which we previously didn’t know about. The other countries (Croatia and Italy) had normal toll booths where you could pay with cash or card. Also think about where you’ll return the car. Are you driving it back or are you dropping it off at a different location? Let them know!

Be careful of what gas and grade your car takes! The car rental place will tell you this. Putting in the wrong gas can damage the car. You’ll have to fill up the tank before returning the car.

Road trips can be long. Even though Google Maps tells you it will take this long, add more time because of traffic and to account for taking wrong turns/exits. You might get bored and your butt and legs might get numb. 😆 Feel free to take breaks and walk around. Playing music in the car is always fun. Make sure you have drinks and snacks along the way. But also account for bathroom breaks! You can use the bathrooms at gas stations but sometimes they’re porta pottys and not very glamorous. Especially when it’s night out, you’ll have to bring a flashlight to use them. 😩 Also, sometimes gas stations aren’t around and the guys would have to pee in the woods. 😂 Just be aware of the need to go is what I’m saying!

Having a car is convenient but you also have to think of parking. If possible, stay in hotels or Airbnbs with parking provided. If not, be prepared to pay to park your car. Even driving to national parks or in the city, you’ll have to pay to park your car so you can walk around. Having cash/coins handy is nice for those things.

That’s all I can think of at the moment. If I’m missing something, let me know! Overall, road trips can be fun! You have more freedom and it’s more convenient. Please don’t let all this info scare you off! You’ll be fine. And let me know how your road trip goes! ☺️

P.S. I forgot to talk about automatic and manual cars. Manual cars are more prevalent in Europe so they’re cheaper to rent. You’ll have to check availability if you need an automatic. Also, during peak season (summer), you might have to book your car in advance because it would be awful planning a trip and realizing there’s no car available or that you have to pay steep prices.

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the best person i've ever met

lucy bronze x ona batlle

Summary:

lucy and ona origin story; semi-slow burn, semi-quick; multi chapters that will get a little smutty

chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, chapter 9, chapter 10

CHAPTER 5

Chapter summary: fluffier than fluff

Notes: shorter one and this is soppy but let me know if you like fluff, angst or smut more, i like a balance but will give the people what they want

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“Just drop your stuff anywhere,” Ona said as they entered her flat. Lucy would describe the place as having ‘organised mess’, very clean and not dissimilar to her own place but maybe slightly less tidy.

Even though this was just a rental, Ona had definitely made the place her own with photos, posters and warm furnishings scattered around.

The younger girl marched straight to the fridge and put their new photos up under a magnet, knowing full well that visitors would see it.

“Nice place,” Lucy commented, putting her bag down and sliding her shoes off out of routine as she entered the open plan living room and kitchen, “might have to get rid of that though,” she said pointing to the big Man U cushion on the sofa.

“Noooo,” Ona protested, darting across the room to protect her favourite cushion, using her whole body to guard it from Lucy.

The older girl couldn’t help but laugh, making her way over to the sofa, “ok, ok, it can stay,” she said.

Ona turned around, feeling her cushion was safe from harm. Still sat on the sofa she reached out, using grabby hands to show Lucy she wanted her to come closer, who complied.

When she was in reaching distance, Ona grabbed Lucy by her hoodie and pulled her onto the sofa, using her surprising strength to reposition them so Lucy was pushed back against the sofa, the Spaniard straddling her.

Ona, keen to pick up where they left off in the booth, brought her head down to kiss Lucy passionately, both grabbing each other desperately.

The younger girl sat back, removing her jumper combined with her t-shirt, tugging at Lucy’s to try do the same. Lucy took the hint and pulled off both tops, leaving the girls both just in bras.

The shorter brunette audibly gasped as she took in the sight of Lucy’s abs for the first time. “Woah,” she said not being able to stop herself from stroking her hand across the English girl’s perfect stomach.

Lucy chuckled at the reaction, which wasn’t an uncommon one for her. “Woah to you too,” she said, making quick work of Ona’s bra so her chest fell loose. Lucy attached her mouth to Ona’s right boob, but she wasn’t having any of it.

“No, I’ve had my turn,” she said, pushing Lucy backwards. No way was she seeing those abs and not giving them all the attention they deserved.

She slowly licked up the crevice in the English girls 6 pack, loving the goosebumps she saw appearing from her touch.

She slowly undid Lucy’s trousers, excited to get her first taste of the girl beneath her. But her progress was interrupted by a rumble.

Ona looked up at Lucy’s face, who was looking down at her with so much lust and affection in her eyes it gave Ona all kinds of feelings.

“Was that your stomach?” Ona asked, seeing the funny side of the interruption.

“I’m sorry,” Lucy laughed, embarrassed, “it’s really betrayed me here.”

“Well we better not anger it further then,” Ona said, removing her hands from Lucy’s trousers and getting upright to look at her phone.

“You fucker,” Lucy muttered downwards to scold her stomach.

“Sushi first, then dessert,” Ona promised with a wink, not bothering to put her top back on while she chose their food, much to Lucy’s delight as she could sit there and admire the Spaniard, feeling lucky and blessed to be in her company.

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They ate their food sat on the sofa with music playing at a low volume in the background. Ona had fiddled with the lighting to create a nice little vibe.

They sat with legs brushing against each other, occasionally intertwining, both feeling very happy and content, but there was a small thing playing on Lucy’s mind.

“What did you mean earlier,” Lucy said, toying with her chopsticks before picking up another piece of Sushi, “when you said about how you were trying to keep this friendly?”

“I guess just that. I’ve been trying to keep things on a friendly level… but obviously failed.”

“But why was that?” Lucy asked, feeling a little insecure. “Have you always been just trying to keep it friendly?”

The English girl paused to let the Spaniard answer but she just shoved another piece of sushi in her mouth, so Lucy continued.

“I guess I just wanna make sure I’m not forcing you or anything? I know I’ve been coming on quite strong and kind of thought you liked that, but I can tone it down if you don’t want that.”

Ona wanted to keep eating her sushi but knew it was time for her to reply, “You’re definitely not forcing me. I want this, I’m having a good time.” She hoped that would be the end of that, not wanting to have this conversation.

“So you want this now but didn’t want it before?” Lucy asked, not reading Ona’s tone well enough to know when to stop pushing.

Ona sighed, “Lucy, come on. I’m having a good time, hopefully you’re having a good time, let’s just leave it there.”

Lucy knew Ona was right, they were having a good time so she should let it go. However she couldn’t control the shift in her own body language. She stood up, removing the points of contact between them.

“Just getting some water, do you want some?” Lucy asked. Ona muffled out a no through her mouth full of sushi.

It was easy for the Spaniard to see Lucy’s change in demeanour, but she found it sweet that the older girl was still doting on her.

Lucy went to the toilet on her way, which delayed her return to the sofa.

She sat back down slightly further away from Ona now so their legs could no longer touch, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Luuuuuucy,” Ona said, tilting her head to the side, pouting and fluttering her eyelashes.

“Onnnniiiiii,” Lucy responded, chucking a new nickname into the mix.

“You’re being weird,” Ona said, pointing out the obvious.

“I know, I’m sorry, I get a little in my head sometimes. I’ll snap out of it. Might go get changed, shall we put a movie on?”

Ona could sense from Lucy’s whole vibe right now that this meant they’d watch a movie and keep all touching PG.

In contrast to her mindset at the start of the day, there was no way Ona was going to let that happen.

“No, let’s talk, I don’t want this to be bothering you,” Ona said, “and I want hands all over me Lucy back, not pyjamas and movie Lucy.”

Lucy laughed, feeling lighter now jokes were being cracked.

Ona continued, “I wanted to keep it friendly today, and I’ve wanted to keep in friendly the last few weeks. It’s not because I don’t fancy you, like come on, I reeeeeeally fancy you.”

Lucy chuckled, Ona unintentionally sounding very Mancunian. “So how come then?”

“Well, if I’m being 100% honest, and I don’t want you to have to rehash stuff again and bring up this old trauma for you,” Ona took a deep brief, giving Lucy the opportunity to stop her but she didn’t. “I still felt a little worried about the whole Keira and Lola thing.”

Ona looked up at Lucy whose face was surprisingly calm, encouraging her to carry on and giving her time to speak.

“I think your reaction was completely understandable, and I’m happy you told me so I could understand better, but it’s still so fresh for you and I just don’t want you to rush into anything with me,” she took her eyes off Lucy and started toying with her napkin. “I trust that you wouldn’t intentionally hurt me but I know myself, I know how bad it would hurt if your mind was elsewhere and you were still carrying something for someone else. It was more of a need to protect myself.”

She looked back up to Lucy and was met with the warmest and most understanding look, which was needed after feeling a little vulnerable from revealing her worries.

Lucy knew this was her turn to speak, searching for the right thing to say. Not really knowing what she could say to put Ona’s mind at ease, until she had a thought.

“One second,” Lucy said, picking herself up off the sofa and leaving Ona more than a little surprised as she walked out the room.

Lucy walked back into the room a minute later, phone in hand as she held it out to Ona. “Read this conversation with Soph.”

Ona took the phone, it was a conversation between Lucy and her younger sister from after the first night they met at the wedding.

Lucy - this girl Soph! I swear to god I’m done for!

Soph - oh my god, at a wedding!! Who is sheeeee?

Lucy had sent a link to Ona’s instagram, giving her a follow at the same time.

Soph - she’s gorggg.

Soph - United player? Is this the first time you’ve met?

Lucy - tell me about it 🫠

Lucy - yeah first time properly. I think she might be the best person I’ve ever met

Soph - woah slow down, you met her like 5 hours ago!! 🤣

Lucy - sis I am gonna be in love with this girl by Easter I swear, something about her 😭

Soph - you must be drunk

Lucy - 😂

Lucy - a bit but this is sober thoughts, drunk honesty

Soph - why you messaging me then, go get your girl!!

Soph - nah but seriously, I’m buzzing for you

Soph - you deserve to feel like this more than anyone x

Lucy - love you, see you in a couple days x

Ona lifted her head up slowly to Lucy when she’d finished. It was only a short and drunken conversation but the way the sisters spoke to each other and the way Lucy spoke about her had her eyes brimming with tears. She wiped them away with her sleeve, sniffing as she smiled at the beautiful, kind, loving girl in front of her.

“No one has ever spoken about me like that,” Ona said between sniffs.

Lucy brought the Spaniards hand into hers, kissing it softly. “That isn’t even the half of it, you should hear my calls with my mum,” Lucy joked, “I didn’t want to come on even stronger than I already was with all this stuff, didn’t want to scare you off, but yeah. That’s how I felt after night 1, so I’ll leave it to your imagination for how I’m feeling now.”

This was everything Ona needed to here. She could put on a tough front but this had been playing on her mind for weeks and Lucy was able to put her at ease with a few words.

They lingered in the cuddle before Lucy pulled away, not done yet.

“And the Keira and Lola thing-“

“You don’t have to Luce,” Ona said, happy with the reassurance she’d been given and not wanting to make Lucy relive it.

“No, I’m good,” Lucy said calmly, “I went for coffee with Keira last week. She’d been chasing me around training trying to speak to me so I thought I’d give her the time of day.”

“What did she say?” Ona asked, playing with Lucy’s fingers.

“She admitted that the drunken Christmas kiss was not just a drunken Christmas kiss, they went back to our house, but it was just that night and she regretted it but was scared if she told me she would lose me.”

“Really? So what were they doing together in the restaurant then?” Ona asked, suddenly feeling a bit protective over Lucy, thinking Keira’s excuse for being dishonest was a bit pathetic.

Lucy played with Ona’s fingers as she said, “Lola has been offered a job at Barça.”

Ona dropped Lucy’s hand in shock. Eyes widening to search for more in the older girl’s face.

“She wanted to meet up with Keira to ask if she would be ok with her accepting it.”

“No way!”

“Keira said she would rather she didn’t.”

Ona went back to playing with Lucy’s hand, stroking it this time as she said, “kind of fucked that she’d even ask knowing that you play there though.”

“I guess,” Lucy said, not really thinking up till now about the fact that if Keira had said it was ok then Lucy would have to work in the same place as both of them.

“How are you feeling?” Ona asked. Lucy had stated the facts but not really shown much emotion or opinion.

“Honestly fine,” Lucy said, “obviously it’s not the nicest situation but the second Keira told me the truth it felt like a weight had lifted off of my shoulders.”

“Well that’s good,” Ona said, she could tell Lucy was being genuine, smiling at the difference from a month ago.

“Yeah, like zero anger, zero anything, it all just kind of went away. Can’t really explain it really, even surprised myself. We moved on from that conversation, started talking about Narla, and the whole thing hasn’t even crossed my mind till now.”

Ona cringed a bit, feeling responsible for making her think about it again, “sorry!”

“Don’t be,” Lucy reassured, gently stroking Ona’s cheek as she continued, “I just want you to know that you’re my priority, I know it’s still early days but all I care about is making sure you feel safe and secure and cared for. I swear the rest of the stuff is just background noise and it’s muted completely when I’m with you.”

Lucy brought her face closer to Ona’s, their lips meeting in the most gentle and loving way.

“Well, if you ever want your ego boosted in return, you let me know,” Ona joked as they pulled away, making Lucy laugh. “No but seriously, I felt the same as you after we first met and I feel it a million times more now. I’ve never experienced anything like this and I’m so thankful that you chased and that you’ve been so honest and caring with me. I feel so lucky.”

The Spaniard kissed Lucy again, stroking her hair before she started tugging at the older player’s t-shirt again.

“Ok, take your clothes off now. You may be better at saying how you feel but I know I’m better at showing it.”

“Game on, bonita.”