#i just wanted to say daisy is cool but the i went off

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You Belong With Me ~ Johnny Storm

Ranch Hand! Johnny Storm x Rancher’s Daughter!Reader 

Summary: Your best friend is in love with you. You just don’t know it yet… 

Song: You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift 

Word Count: 6.7k 

Warnings: angst, pet death, pining, minor domestic violence, smut! (Oral-female receiving, masturbation, p in v, loss of virginity)  

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Johnny POV

I’m in love with my best friend.  Problem is, she doesn’t know that.  

Three years ago, I started working on the YLN Rainbow Ranch for her father, Mr. YLN. First day on the job, I was told not to harass his daughter.  For weeks, I never met the girl in question. Then one day, a girl was in the stable, stroking the nose of one of the horses, Daisy.  

“Hey Miss? You’re not supposed to be here,” I called out.  It was close to dusk, and I was closing for the night. I walked over to the girl and tapped her shoulder. She jumped back, tripping on me. I caught her before she hit the ground. She popped a headphone out of her ear.   

“You scared me!” She looked at me with bright, wide eyes, her skin flawless, her hair in curly pigtails. She’s beautiful and I’m stunned. “Hey, let me go.” That’s when I realized that I’ve caught her in a dip and she’s looking up at me.  

I move quickly to get her on her feet, and I pull my cap off and run a nervous hand through my hair.  “Sorry, miss. The stables are closing.”  

“Its ok, I live here.  YN,” she offers her hand.  

“Johnny, I’m one of the ranch hands.”  

“Oh, cool. Sorry I’ve been away and only just got back from camp.”  

“That’s nice,” I tell her, trying not to stare.  

She looked at me curiously. “How old are you?” 

“Eighteen. You?” 

She looked shocked. “A gentleman should never ask a lady her age.”  

I chuckled. “Something tells me you ain’t no lady.”  

She giggled. “I’m fifteen.”  

Fuck, she’s jailbait. “Well, did you need someone to walk you back to the house?” 

She saw that it was getting dark, and she smiled.  “I would like that.”  

I knew I was risking my hide and my job if her father thought I was doing anything inappropriate. So I keep enough room between us as we walked.  “So, camp? How was that?” 

“Long but fun. I’m considered a counselor now so I get to be in charge but the kids are great, so it was just a fun sleepover.” She shrugged. “I don’t know if I’ll do it again. I’d rather ride my horse all summer.”  

“Let me guess. Your horse is Daisy?” 

“Good guess. I’ve had her since I started riding at four. She’s my best friend. She listens to me and doesn’t judge me. Kinda like you,” she tells me. “You don’t talk a lot.”  

“Not really. My mouth usually gets me in trouble.” I smirk. “My twin sister says that my mouth can get me in and out of trouble.”  

“I can see that.” She gives me her own smirk. We get to her door. “Thanks for walking me back.”  

“Any time, Cowgirl.”  

“See ya, Cowboy.”  

It’s been that way for three years. Every day I worked hard and at night, YN would visit me in the barn as I finished for the day. I’d walk her home and say good night. When she was having a hard day, I would climb to her window and whisper with her, never going inside for fear of her father finding me.  

Until one day, she stopped coming to the barn.  

Three years later… 

I was closing up the barn, waiting for YN, when I saw another car pull up to the house. I saw a guy get out and knock on the door. I watched as my YN came out with a smile and a pretty dress and took the hand of the guy that wasn’t me. She climbed into the car, and they drove off.  

She took my heart with her. 

It was her senior year. She is eighteen now. And I wanted to ask her out but I was too late. I finished my duties, headed to my own truck and went to the bar, to drown my sorrows.  

The next morning was brutal. I barely made it to work on time with the hangover of the century.  

Time went on and I did my job, caring for the horses, getting them out to the yard for exercise or grooming. It had been about three months since YN had started dating Ransom. What the hell kinda name was Ransom anyway? I kept my thoughts to myself. YN would still visit me on occasion, gushing about her new beau and how perfect he was. I tried to be as supportive has possible as her best friend but it killed me inside,  

One March afternoon, I went to take the horses out to their yard. We had another month before we started moving cattle so I got them to roam and exercise as best I could. I went to Daisy’s stall, but she wasn’t herself. She whines and stamps; she was in distress. I ran for YN’s father.  “Mr. YLN! You gotta call the vet! Something is wrong with Daisy!” He pulled out his phone as I ran back to the horse.  

“It's ok girl, we’ll get you all fixed up, you’ll see.” I stoked her neck and nose, trying to calm her. Fifteen minutes later, Doc Brown, the vet, came in and did a check.  I tried to keep her calm as he checked on her.  

After a few minutes, Doc removed his glasses. “I’m sorry Mr. YLN. Daisy has twisted gut. Normally I would say surgery but given her age, I don’t think that’s wise. It would just cause more pain.”  

“Shit.” Her father looked up to blink back tears. “I need to call YNN.”  

“I can do it, Mr. YLN,” I offered. He nodded as he discussed logistics with Doc. I reached for my phone and called, taking a deep breath as it rang. 

“Hey Cowboy!” 

“Hey Cowgirl. Where are you?” 

“I’m having lunch with Mama. Why?” 

I tried to keep my voice steady. “YN, I need you to come to the horse barn right now.”  

“Is everything ok?” 

“No. It’s Daisy.”  

“Daisy? Mama, we have to go. I’ll be right there, Johnny.” She hung up and I turned to Doc and Mr. YLN. “YN and Mrs. YLN are on the way.”  

“Thanks Johnny. Can you stick around?”  

“Sure.” I hung back as they moved Daisy to a bigger stall so she would have more room. I’ve seen animals put down before but not one that was considered more family than anything else. Twenty minutes later, YN came running in. “Daddy! Johnny! What’s going on? Why is Diasy in there?” 

Her father puts his hands on her shoulders. “Sweetheart, Daisy has twisted gut. Doc tried to fix it but the only way to do that is with surgery.”  

“Ok. Are they getting ready for that?” She asks with hope.  

Mr. YLN sighs. “No baby. She’s too old for that. We have to…” 

“No,” she backs away. “No, she’s my Daisy! You can’t…” She runs into the pen with Daisy and hangs onto her neck, sobbing uncontrollably. We all give her some time as I help Doc get everything ready.  

“It’s time, YNN,” her dad calls.  

“Daddy, please, don’t let them do this. Let’s fix her, please!”she cries.  

“If I thought it would be the best thing for her, if Doc thought she would survive, I would. But she’s an old girl and its time. I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He tries to hug his daughter, but she wiggles free and runs right into my arms. I hold her tight, feeling her tears run through her body. I look at my boss and his heart his broken for his little girl.  

“Do you want to stay, YN? We can wait outside if…” 

“No,” she cuts me off, “I want to stay with her.”  

“Ok, we can stay. I’ll hold your hand if you want.” 

She turned away from me but kept my hand in hers. “I’m r-ready, Doc.”  

“Ok, I’ll inject a sedative to put her to sleep and then administer the narcotic. She won’t feel anything, YN.”  

She nods but goes to Daisy one more time. “I love you, Daisy. Thank you for being my best friend.” She kisses her nose one more time before she comes back to me. She grips my hand hard. I see her father eyeing me warily. But I stand tall.  

Once the doc administered the last dose, YN wailed and turned into me again. I held her to me, letting her cry. She needed this, to just cry for the loss of her best friend. As she starts to hiccup, I whisper to her, “Let’s get you home, ok?” She nods and I guide her out.  

She continues to cry as I walk her to the house. Her cell phone rings and she answers, trying to calm her voice. “Ransom? Are you on your way? We stop walking as she talks to that entitled prick. But I need you… Daisy died and… no I understand… am I going to… ok, bye.” She turned to me and blushed. “His grandfather needs him,” waving the phone.Her smile came out watery. “He’ll come by later.”  

One more tear fell from her eye. I cupped her cheek and thumbed her cheek to clear the tear. “I’m here, Cowgirl.” I pull her to me and rest my chin on her head as she sobbed. I walked her to the porch steps, and I sat us down. It took a while but she finally got to sniffle. “You doing, ok?” 

“Yeah.” She looked at me with your beautiful eyes, red rimmed, puffy lips, tear-stained cheeks. “He’s not a bad guy, you know.”  

“I know.”  

“But I’m thankful I have you.” She smiles. “Will you come see me tonight?” 

“Cowgirl, that is not…” 

“Please, Johnny. I just want to talk and get out of my head. “She gave me her puppy eyes and I fucking cave.  Because I always cave.  

I’d do anything for her.  

“Sure, Cowgirl. I’ll be by around midnight.”  

“Thank you, Cowboy.”  

At midnight, I came on my bike and parked behind the barn, so I didn’t wake her parents. There’s an old tree right next to her window that I always scale. Thankfully, her parent’s room is on the other side of the house. There is a faint light in the window. The night light she’s had since five, was still on. It was the shape and color of Daisy and I knew she had it in because she was missing her friend. Once I got onto the roof, I gently tapped the window so YN knew I was there. She opened the curtain and smiled at me in the window. She opened it gently. “Hi Cowboy.”  

“Hey Cowgirl.” I sat next to the window. “How are you feeling?” 

She gave me a sad smile. “I’m ok. Ransom didn’t come by. He said he was too busy.” She sighed and looked at her lamp. “I miss her.”  

“I know you do, Cowgirl. But after a while, we’ll find you a new horse to raise because that’s what Daisy would want.”  

“You think?” 

“Well, if something happened to me, I would want you to find a new best friend because I never want you to be alone. I feel like Daisy and I are kindred spirits like that.  We both love you.”  

I didn’t realize the implication of my words. They were the truth, that’s all I know. I looked out at the moon and sighed. Every day I wished she knew that she belonged with me. That she would wake and see me and knew what she that I was the one she was looking for. But I can’t force her. I’d still be there for her no matter what.  

“You mean that, Johnny?” I turned to face her, and she was closer to me.  

A tendril of hair had escaped her messy bun and I gently pushed in behind her ear. Yeah, YN, I mean it.  

She studied me with those beautiful eyes before she leaned forward and pressed her soft lips to mine. I was stunned for half a second before I gave myself into it. I put my hand on her neck to hold her close to me and deepened it. I would have been a big fat fucking liar if I didn’t say that it was the best kiss of my life. I finally pulled back to let us breathe but kept our foreheads together. “Cowgirl…” 

“Yes, Cowboy?” 

“That was… amazing.”  

“Yeah, it was.” She pulled back smiling before her face started to fall. “Oh my… Johnny, I’m…” 

I stop her. “Don’t say your sorry. Please. I don’t regret any of that. But I understand. You have a boyfriend. I respect that. But I’m always here for you, Cowgirl.” I look at my watch. “I should go. I have to be back here in five hours.”  

She frowned but when I turned to leave, she grabbed my hand and stopped me. “Are you riding Torch tomorrow?” 

Torch was one of the wild horses we had caught.  I had been trying to tame him but he was still pretty wild.  The only people he seems to like was YN and me. But I’d be dammed if she got on him.  “Yes, but you need to stay out of the pen, Cowgirl. You can help me when he’s tied to the fence. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek and took off.  

I relived that kiss in my head the entire night and in the shower the next morning.  

I was in the yard a couple of weeks later, trying to work with Torch. “C’mon boy, work with me here,” I gritted out. The horse neighed and I looked to see YN and Ransom watching. “C’mon Torch, let’s show our girl what we can do.”  I manage to get the saddle on him and climbed on. “Ok, Torch, let’s walk.” I walked around the yard a couple of times. Then I got him into a canter.  

“Looking good, Cowboy!” I smiled over my shoulder to YN but frowned when Ransom wrapped his arm around her waist. I kept working, trying to keep the jealousy off my face. He has his hands on my girl. I unfocus for just a second and Torch bucks. I get unseated and hit the ground, knocking the wind out of me.  “Johnny!” 

I hear it far away as I try to unblur my vision and get oxygen back in me. I turn over as I see YN climb the fence, her hat being blown off and Torch is headed right for her. I suck in a breath.  

“YN! No!” I scramble and leap for the reigns. I catch them by the tips of my fingers and pull Torch away from her. I hang on as he pulls until one of the other ranch hands grabs the leather and I can let go. I lay on the ground, breathing hard, trying to get the image of YN’s face of terror out of my eyes.  

“Johnny!” She skids to a stop next to me, kneeling over. “Are you ok?” 

I shake my head as I keep trying to breathe. “YN, you can’t just jump in the ring. Cowgirl, I was terrified you were going to get hurt.”  

“I don’t care.” She cups my cheek. “I was so scared you hit your head.”  

“YN!” I hear Ransom bark at her. “You’re getting dirty and we have to meet my parents! Get off the dirt and go change!” 

I got up and dusted myself off. I helped YN off the dirty and squeezed her hand. “I’m fine YN. I’ll be bruised but ok.” I pick up her hat and dust it off. I put it back on her head. “Thank you for checking on me.”  

“Anytime Cowboy.” I open the gate for her to get her out and close it.  Ransom takes YN’s hand and pulls her to the house, yelling about how she was going to make them late. I shake my head, knowing I can’t really do anything if I want to keep my job.  

Somehow, Mrs. YLN finds out about the incident and comes out to check on me. “Johnny Storm, front and center!” I hear her call out.  I smile because Mrs. YLN is the sweetest and loves all the guys on the ranch, but she has a particular sweet stop for me. I walk up to her, and she can see the bruise on my arm, but I guess I have a cut on my face. “Johnny! Go to the house and wash your face. I’ll be right there and I have apple pie for you.”  

“Yes ma’am.” I walked over to the house and went upstairs to the guest bathroom.  It’s where she kept the first aid. As I was washing, I heard loud voices coming from down the hall. I walked slowly and saw YN and Ransom arguing through the crack of her door.  

“I don’t know why you still hang out with that horse smelling farm hand?!” Ransom yelled.  

“He is a rancher and he’s my best friends. Johnny is a good guy.”  

“He’s some poor asshole…” 

“Stop it Ransom! He is my friend and you need to respect our friendship!” 

He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her next to him. “He wants what’s mine,” he growled at her. She turned away and gripped her chin to keep her eyes on him. “You’re going to tell him to leave you alone.”  

She sticks her chin up. “And if I don’t?” 

“You will regret it.”  He shoves her back and she hits her nightstand. I watch as her night light topples and breaks.  

I storm into the room. “Hey!” I push Ransom out of the way to reach YN. “YN, are you alright?” 

I can see the tears forming in her eyes. But they weren’t on me. They were on her lamp. “Johnny…” her voice quivers. She looks at me as one solitary tear fall from her eye. I can feel the rage building in me. I turn back to Ransom.  

“You son of a bitch! You hurt her.” I shoved him and he stumbled towards the door.  

“Fuck you asshole!” He took a swing at me but I managed to dodge it and get it a hit in his gut. It drops him, gasping for air.  

I grab YN’s hand and pull her from the room.  “C’mon YN!” I race down the stairs and out the back door. I run towards my bike and get the helmets. “Put this on, Cowgirl.”  

“Johnny, you know my father will be pissed!” 

“I don’t care. I can’t leave you with that monster.”  I turn to look at her as she plays with the straps of the helmet. “Do you want to stay with him?” She shakes her head. “Do you want to be with me, Cowgirl?” She looks at me, a soft blush blooming on her cheeks. I tuck a lock of hair. “Tell me.”  

“You’re my best friend.” The statement makes my heart sink and I drop my gaze. “But I’ve always wanted a chance with you.” I snap back up and she smiles.  She leans in and kisses me. Not like the first time, where it started soft and sweet.  This one urgent, lustful. I cup the back of her head to pin her to me. I lick the seam of her lips, asking her to let me in. She let me deepen the kiss and I was in heaven.  

When I heard yells coming from the house, I broke it and turned my head. “Baby, we have to go.” I shoved my helmet on and then helped YN, jumped on the bike, helped her up and gunned it out of the yard.  

I made it out to the lake and the boathouse on the other side of the county. YN’s family think she would go to my place or my family’s but I’m not an idiot. I pull into the yard and stopped, taking my first deep breath since she kissed me. I held out my hand to help YN off the bike.  She stood, watching down the dirt road. “Are we safe here Cowboy?” 

“We should be, Cowgirl. C’mon.” I opened the big dock door to hide my bike and walked us in. It was dusty and dark, but it was a safe place. I had my lighter and was able to light a couple of candles to see where we were going.  But not soon enough as I walked into a giant cobweb. “Fuck! Shit!” I yelled as I batted away the sticky strings.  

YN giggles as she watches before she screeches and runs towards me. “Johnny!” 

“Baby, what…” 

“I think I felt a snake!” 

I tried to hold my laugh. “Baby, there are no snakes by the water.”  I finally found the light switch and the room was illuminated with a soft golden glow.  I went to where she stood before and then let out a laugh.  “Was this your great snake?” I held up an old fishing rod with a feather lure at the end.  

“Shut up Johnny, it scared me!” She crossed her arms and pouted at me.  

I came up to her and caressed her face. “My beautiful girl. I’m sorry.” I kiss her forehead. “Want to sit on the dock?”  She nodded and I took her hand. 

The sun was setting across the water. YN sat at the edge of the dock and let her legs dangle over the water. I sat right behind her and wrapped her in my arms. We were quiet for a while, listening to the crickets and cicadas harmonize in the twilight. I kissed her cheek and then down to her neck and she leaned to give me access. “Do you know how long I wanted to hold you and kiss you like this?” I whispered to her.  

“Not as long as I have.” She turned to me and smiled.  “I wish I had the courage to spend more time with you when I was 15.”  

“Sweetheart, your father forbade all of us to try and be with his daughter. I was a scared 18-year-old and not in the right place to give you what you deserved.” I kissed her nose before I kissed her properly. We went back to watching the sky turn from blue to yellow to orange to pink and then purple. “Why were you dating that guy? What did he have?” 

“I don’t know. Daddy introduced us and he took an interest.” She looks down at the water. “It was the day after I saw you in town with Sharon Carter. I thought,” she shook her head, “I thought that you really didn’t like me and then I just wanted to move on.”  

I know what day she is talking about.  It was the day Susie had set me up on a blind date. We met for a coffee in town, but Sharon told me from the beginning that she had feelings for someone else. We chatted about her horse, and she asked I could come train him. I explained this to YN. “I declined because I had just started working on Torch.” I caressed her cheek. “I didn’t want to take away my time from you.” 

She looked up at me, her beautiful eyes studying me. I could get lost in them. She turned and straddled my lap, her sundress riding up. Fuck, why had she already changed before her confrontation with Ransom. Did that dick get to see her naked? I shook the thoughts from my mind as I gripped her hips as she settled into my lap, making sure that she doesn’t tip back into the lake. Her arms are looped around my neck. She doesn’t say anything, not a single word or noise.  She just keeps those eyes on me, staring at me like a painting. Finally, she leans down and kisses me. I follow her lead, just like I would follow her anywhere if she asked me. Her fingers tangle into my hair as my hands splayed across her back and neck.  

I can feel her warmth right over my cock. I can feel myself growing harder under her as she begins to move over me. She’s grinding that pussy into me and I know I will lose it if I don’t stop it.  I try to still her but she keeps moving.  She lets go of my mouth to start kissing my neck and working the buttons of my shirt. “Baby, baby, stop,” I finally say. She pulls back, a look of hurt crossing her face. “No, baby, I just don’t want to do this here. I don’t want anyone to see you in pleasure besides me.” I grip under her ass as I move to lift her in my arms and carry her to the bedroom in the boathouse.  

You would think the room would be dusty and dirty, but it wasn’t.  I had been hiding out here on and off for the last few years. My father wasn’t a good man and I didn’t stick around when he started drinking.  My mom had left a few years before and Suzy lived with Reed so I was on my own. But I made the best of it. The bed had a clean quilt and everything was dusted and swept.  I even cleaned the bathroom.  

I laid my girl on the bed, slotting my hips in between her legs. I kissed her hard, fuck, I wanted her so bad. But I didn’t want her to think that this was all I wanted.  I slowed our kisses. “Johnny?” 

“I don’t want you to think that I just want this, Cowgirl. I’m in love with your fire, your spirit, your compassion, well, just you. Everything you.” I swallowed. “If you don’t want to do this, I understand, and we’ll wait.” I looked away for just a second before she used a finger to push me back into her eyesight.  

“Johnny Storm, I have been waiting for you for three years.”  

My eyes widen. “Are you...” She nods and looks away. I pull her gaze back. “Baby, are you sure?” 

“You belong to me Johnny, just like I belong to you.”  

I swallow. “We’ll go slow, ok? If I hurt you, just let me know and we’ll stop.” She nods and kisses me. I pull back. “I need your words, YN.”  

“I trust you Johnny.”  

I got up to my knees, still in between her legs and I started to unbutton my shirt. She watched me with big eyes, still unsure but never letting go. When I pulled it off, a soft gasp came from her mouth. That made me smirk. I pulled her up to me, sitting her. I tugged at the bottom of her pretty little sundress and pulled it over her head. I groaned at the site of her in just pink lace. I guided her back down to the bed and started to kiss every inch of skin I could find.  

YN sighed. I slid the pink strap of her bra down her shoulders and arms, kissing her skin as I went. I kissed the tops of her breasts and then pulled a cup down to take the peaked nipple in my mouth.  I nibbled and sucked as YN arched her back at the sensation.  “Johnny,” she moaned. Fuck, listening to my name come from her lips almost sent me over the edge. I moved to the other one while a pinched and twisted the first. I released her and then unclipped the offending fabric.  

I kept moving down, skimming her skin with my fingertips and my lips as she squirmed underneath me. I got to her lace pants and kissed her covered mound, inhaling her scent. “Dammit baby, you smell like heaven. Can I taste you?” 

She was silent and I lifted my head to see tears. “Baby?” 

“I’m scared. What if you don’t like me?” The sound of her uncertainty, her fear, broke my heart.  

“Oh, sweetheart.” I went back to hover over her. “I know that you will be the best taste I’ve ever had. The best partner I could ever ask for.” I let my hands wander as caress over the hem of her panties. “I promise, I’ll make you feel good.”  

She peered up at me and smiled. “Ok.”  

Such a simple little word can bring the heat in my veins. I kiss her softly again as I slide my hand into her panties.  I swallow her cry as tease her slit. “So wet, Cowgirl. For me?” 

She nods. “Is that a good thing?” 

“That’s an amazing thing.” I dip into her tight hole. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” She rolls her hips in time to the thrust of my hand, seeking my touch. “You like that YN?”  She nods again as she lets go of another low moan. My cock is straining behind my Wranglers, desperate to get out and play with the woman underneath me.  I stroke one more time and then bring my finger to my mouth.  She jaw drops at suck her cream from my finger.  “I knew you would taste good.” 

I don’t give her the chance this time.  I pull down her panties off her legs and stuff them in my pocket. “Johnny...” she started but soon she moaned as I licked my way up her slit. I kissed, sucked and teased her clit, finger fucked her until she was withering under me. “Give it to me Cowgirl. Let go.” 

“I can’t,” she cried, “Johnny, I...” 

“Its ok, let go for me, my love.”  

She cried as her orgasm took over, her body shook and her pussy strangled my fingers. I kept it gentle, knowing that this was the first one but certainly not the last. I could she her coming down so I gently pulled my fingers away. I licked my finger clean and then undid my jeans. “Are you ready for me Cowgirl?” I pulled my jeans and boxers off and fished a condom from my wallet.  

Her eyes were big. “Cowboy, that is not going to fit.”  

I gave her a sexy smirk. “We’ll make it fit.” I rolled it on and then slowly climbed back on top of her. I slotted my hips between her legs and kissed her hard and deep.  My cock seeks out the warmth of her pussy and notched at her entrance. “Ready?” 

“Yes. Please be gentle,” she whispered.  

“Always, Cowgirl.” I pushed in softly, groaning at how hot and tight she is. “Oh fuck, baby.” Her nails dug into my back but I didn’t focus on the pain. I pushed until I felt resistance. “I’m sorry baby but this will hurt. I promise it’ll feel good after.” I thrusted hard and she screamed. I held her too me as she thrashed her head, sobbing.  “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry love.”  

“Johnny!” She cried. It took a few minutes, but she calmed, and I move slightly. She moaned at the feel of my cock in her. “I feel so full,” she moaned.  

“That’s good, love. I’m going to move, ok?” She nodded and I withdrew gently, seeing her wince. “Do you want me to stop?” 

“No, no, I just,” she swallowed. “It's so much.”  

“I know. Just let your body feel.”  I withdrew until the head of my cock was the only piece in her and thrusted back in gently. Her head tossed back with a moan. I did that a few more time until I heard her say, “more.” I sped up my movements, pulling her leg over my hip to open her up a bit more.  

“Oh fuck, Cowboy, right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She buried her head in my neck as I pumped into her.  

“I won’t stop until you give me another Cowgirl.” I moved my hand and used my finger to circle her clit.  She cried out more and I circled a little faster. I started to feel the sensation in my spine and I knew I was close.  “Fuck, tell me you’re close, Cowgirl.” 

“So close,” she moaned. I moved faster. My hips slamming into her, my finger pressing her little button of pleasure faster and harder. Her cry changed and I started to recognize it.  

“Come for me,” I ordered. That’s all it took as she detonated around me, squeezing me, milking me, triggering my own release into her. I slowed, both breathing hard. “Are you ok?” I was scared I hurt her with how hard I had been fucking her.  

“I’m great,” she said with a smile. “I get it now, what all my romance books talked about. It does feel like the best ride.”  

I laughed with her. I pulled out gently, knowing it would hurt. She winced but cupped my cheek to let me know she was ok.  There was a little blood on the condom and blanket but I didn’t make her feel bad. I got another blanket to cover her while I took the other one away. I threw away the condom and took a washcloth to her. She jumped when I touched her, but I knew it was just because of how sensitive she had become. I climbed back into bed with her and hauled her into my arms. She rested her head on my chest. “Johnny?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I love you.”  

“I love you, Cowgirl. Get some rest.” I kissed her head and smoothed down her hair. I fell asleep to her rhythmic breaths against me.  

I was sleeping with an angel in heaven.  

Muted sunlight filters in as I lay on my back, stroking my girl’s hair as she sleeps in the early morning. I think about the last three years, pining after the girl in my arms.  She wasn’t ready for me then. But now that I have her, I’ll never let her go.  

She starts to stir and wake. She stretches a little before looking up at me. “Hi.”  

“Hi Cowgirl. How are you feeling?” 

She smiles softly. “A little sore. But happy.” I lean to kiss her. Her eyes flutter as they open again.  “Good morning, Cowboy.”  

“This is the best way to start the day, my beautiful Cowgirl.”  I kiss her again when I hear a beep from somewhere. I reach down for my jeans and fish my phone from the pocket. There was a text message from her father 

Mr. YLN: Please bring my daughter home. 

I sighed and looked at my girl. “It’s time sweetheart.”  

She frowned but nodded. As we dressed, I gave YN a pair of my boxer briefs to wear since I tore her panties. It gave me a boost knowing she was wearing my underwear under her dress.  I cleaned up, feeling like I would be back living here soon since I would probably lose my job. But I had a feeling, I would still have YN.  

The ride back was quiet. I didn’t know what we would be walking into. Would her father try and kill me because I took his daughter and took her innocence? Would he press charges? I knew I would be facing something I just didn’t know what.  

We pulled into the driveway and went right up to the house. I helped YN off and took her helmet. “You know I love you right?”  

She nodded but her face was nervous. “I know. I love you too. We do this together?” I took her hand.  

“Together.”  

We walked up the steps to her house. I knocked and the door immediately opened. Her mother answered. “YN. Johnny.” She looked down at our joined hands and smiled. She waved us into the living room where Mr. YLN and Random were waiting for us.  

“Mr. YLN. Mr. Drysdale.” I hated that I had to greet that fucker. I remembered yesterday and how he had pushed my girl. I remember seeing the bruise on her side. I had kissed the pain away when I worshipped her body but I would never forgive him for marking her.  

“Johnny, YN, I’m happy you came back.” He looked at our hands and then back at his daughter. “What were you thinking YN? You ran away from our home with our ranch hand without explanation. Your mother and I have been worried sick. If I hadn’t checked the cameras…” 

YN gripped my hand tighter and then interrupted her father. “I ran away because I didn’t feel safe in my own home.”  

The look of disbelief crossed her father's face. “What? What is that supposed to mean?” 

“You didn’t look in her room, did you?” I asked.  

“No. Ransom was in the living room and said you ran away with the farm boy after you had assaulted him.”  

I scoffed. “That’s rich. We’re not on a farm jackass,” I directed to Ransom. “We are a ranch. But that’s beside the point. The reason for the assault was because I was protecting YN from him. He was yelling at her, making her cry and then he shoved her into her nightstand and broke her horse lamp.”  

My words had the power to stop time. Ransom’s face turned red from rage as her father's face blanched. I could see what he was thinking. The man she introduced to his daughter was a monster.  

“You have no proof, farm boy!”  

“I’ve seen the bruises you asshole. I held her as she cried for the last reminder of her best friend that she had because you broke it.” 

Action was swift. Mr. YLN grabbed Ransom around the collar. “You put your hands on my daughter?!” Ransom gapped like a fish. “You thought you could lie to me. I know your grandfather and believe you me that he will hear about this. Get out of my house and off my property you worthless piece of shit.” Mr. YLN cocked his arm back and punched Ransom square in the jaw. He fell in a pile to the floor and grabbed his face.  

I helped him up and threw him out the door. “You fucked with the wrong girl Drysdale.”  

“She was mine!” He yelled back. “I will end you!”  

“Guess what? She was never yours. She was always mine. She belongs to me, and I belong to her. And you can just fuck off.”  

I went back inside and faced her father. “She’s yours?” 

“Sir, I have been in love with your daughter since the day I met her. I just wanted to wait until she knew that I was hers. I love her, sir, with everything I have.”  

There is nothing like riding a horse. The freedom, the raw power, there is nothing like it. Especially when you girl is holding onto you as you ride the horse you trained together.  

It was nearing dusk, the sky changing to it’s beautiful pinks and reds and purples. I had ridden out to the lake on the opposite side of the boathouse. When I got to the water’s edge I stopped and helped YN down before I got down. It had been six months since the confrontation with Ransom. And they had been the happiest six months of my life. We walked along the edge, listening to the sounds of the coming eve, Torch neighing. I was nervous.  

“Baby, why are you trembling?” My Cowgirl stopped me and had a look of concern in her eyes.  

“Sorry, I just…” I cleared my throat. “I just have something to ask you. Do you love me?” 

“More every day.”  

“Do I make you happy?” 

“I’m the happiest girl in the world.”  

“Ok good. Because I’ve never been so happy YN and that’s all because of you. And I never want to let go of that happiness. So…” I pulled the box from my pocket and knelt to one knee. “My Cowgirl, will you marry me?” 

I opened the box to show off a modest pear-shaped diamond on a gold band. It had been all I could afford but her father said I could upgrade later since I’d be the ranch manager soon.  

“Johnny,” she gasped. “Yes, she whispered, Cowboy, yes!” 

I put that ring on her finger and lifted her into my arms.  

After all this time, she saw that I was the one who understood her, who got her, who loved her.  

She belonged to me.  

I belonged to her.  

Forever.  

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[pitchsidestories]

The Beautiful Game II Lia Wälti x Reader

masterlist I word count: 3754

a/n: based off this request here. We hope you enjoy this one, we definetly did while writing it ! ❤️

“How many times do we have to tell you Lee that this cap is not working as undercover outfit?”, Lia Wälti clicked her tongue. She and a few of her Arsenal teammates were on their way to meet the girls school football team, you and your best friend Jenna coached together.

Pouting Leah Williamson folded the arms across her chest:” Leave me alone. I love my flat cap.” “Aswell as your grandpa shoes.”, Laura Wienroither kept teasing. Grinning the English defender elbowed her playfully: “You’re just jealous.” “Yes, we just know what’s cozy.”, Kim Little tuned in as she loved them as much as the younger player did. 

Cheekily Leah turned to face her friend:” Don’t you have some leaves to rake up anyway, Wally?” “First, I promised to say hi to my girlfriends’ team.”, the Swiss midfielder reminded them why they came to visit in the first place.  

As if Kim was reading her thoughts she said to the blonde defender: “That’s why we’re here, Leah.” “I know, Kimmy.”, Leah rolled her eyes at her. Clearing her throat the Arsenal Captain replied:” Just saying. Lia, you go first, it’s your girlfriend.”

Warmly Jenna greeted the brunette:” Lia, hi.” “Hi.”, Lia beamed at her and you.  Delighted you told her: “The girls are so excited to meet you, love.” “I hope you didn’t make too big of a deal out of it.”, she laughed. Innocently your best friend shook her head:” No.”

“Great undercover look, Lee.”, you winked at the blonde who was one of the closest friends of your girlfriend. Relieved about your words, she answered: “Thanks. The others gave me shit for it.”

One of your girls, Hazel who was wearing a white bow in her brown hair exclaimed cheerfully:” Girls, this is Leah Williamson!”  “Oh, here we go.”, Kim groaned in frustration while the little footballers quickly surrounded England’s captain. Excited Leah waved at all of them:” Hi girls.”

“Do you want to show them what we practiced?”, you asked your players. Curious Lia glanced at you:” You practised something?” You nodded with a deep smile on your face: “Yes. Hazel, Daisy, do you want to go first?” “Yes!”, Daisy shouted back motivated by the presence of the Arsenal players.

As they were showing their football skills in front of the women who played professionally, Leah looked at them in admiration: ”Oh my god, that’s so cool.” “Impressive.”, Leah commented equally fascinated.

With a shy smile Hazel went to the grown-up teammates:” Can we play with you.” “Sure. Let’s go.”, Leah clapped into her hands before pulling out her football boots ready to join the little girls in their play.

You watched from the sidelines as the girls ran around the field with the injured Laura cheering from the side. Lia snuck up next to you, putting her hand around your waist; “You and Jenna are doing a great job here, love.“

“Thanks, Lia.“ You turned your head towards your girlfriends for a quick kiss. Amy, one of the youngest in the team, pointed at the two of you; “Ewww, Wally kissed Coach!“

“Girls can kiss girls too, idiot!“, Daisy yelled back at her, her dark ponytail swinging angrily from side to side. “Yes, don’t be weird about it. Love is love!“, Hazel agreed.

Amy rolled her eyes in an exaggerated way; “Ugh, I know that. But kissing is ew.“ You stifled a laugh, not sure if you should scold or be proud of your young players.

Kim ruffled Amys messy blonde hair; “I found that ew at your age too.“ “You did?“, Amy asked with big eyes. The Arsenal captain nodded gently; “Yes, you’re still young. That’s okay.“ “You should come play with us.“, the little girl suggested, tugging on Kims sleeve and pulling her with her back to the others.

Lia grinned at you; “I think they like the girls.“ “And the girls like them.“, you added, your eyes on the scene in front of you. “It’s cute.“ Jenna interrupted you, bumping you with her elbow; “Stop looking at them like that.“

“Like that?“, you repeated, hoping that your assistant coach would elaborate. Instead, she shook her head; “You know.“ “Jen!“, you exclaimed. “What?“ “Girls? I invited your team to our next game.“, Leah yelled over from the other side of the pitch.

Daisy cheered in excitement; “It’s going to be amazing!“ You watched Jennas face drop; “Wait, what?“ “You did?“, you also asked, caught somewhere between surprise and confusion. The defender beamed; “Yes, they are so excited.“

Jenna gave Leah a murderous glare before turning towards you in exasperation; “Oh, we’re f-… How do we explain that to their parents?“ Hopeful that this situation can be solved, you shrugged; “We’ll find a solution.“

“Please, we want to go!“, Hazel begged, trying her best attempt at puppy eyes. “Don’t worry, we’ll make it happen. I promise, Hazel.“, you assured the young girl somewhat confident.

She nodded and proposed; “We can talk to our parents too.“ Laura smiled at the group of girls; “We’d love to see you there.“ “We’ll be there. Somehow.“, Jenna sighed in defeat. Lia pressed another quick kiss on your temple; “Can’t wait.“ “Promise.“, you winked at her.

Weeks later, you and Jenna were headed to the Emirates Stadium, followed by your group of young footballers. Impatiently, Amy jumped up and down; “We need to hurry up or we’ll be late!“ “Amy, it’s fine. We won’t be late!“, Jenna reminded for the third time and heaved an annoyed sigh.

“We’re right on time.“, you explained as you entered the stadium. Even Daisy began to get nervous; “Are you sure?“ You nodded as you lead them to their seats; “Yes.“ The girls went suspiciously quiet, only letting out a few gasps at the sight of the pitch. Hazels eyes lit up in awe; “Wow, that’s huge!“

Baffled Daisy turned her head to face your girlfriend:” And you really play here?” “We do.”, Lia nodded.  Excited Amy cheered:” That is so cool!” “It’s, right?”, Leah beamed at the sight of the overjoyed girls. Big eyed Daisy agreed: “It is! It’s so big.”

“I didn’t know girls could play in such big stadium.. I mean the lionesses yes but another girls team.”, Amy mumbled deeply impressed by the size of her surroundings. Next to her Hazel dreamed out loud:” Maybe we can be here too one day!” “That would be awesome.”, her friends admitted.

A big smile was on your lips while you told them:” Everything is possible.” “Feel at home girls. We got to go warm up.”, your girlfriend said softly. Grinning Amy wished her good luck. “Thank you.”, Lia replied, waving at them before joining her teammates for the warmup session.

Delighted, you shouted after her: “See you later.” The way the Swiss woman interacted with the children you were coaching warmed your heart which didn’t got unnoticed by your best friend who pointed that out:” I saw that.”

“What?”, you asked blushing even though you knew exactly to what she was referring to.  Amused she threw her eyebrows up: “That look.” “She’s my girlfriend how am I supposed to look at her?”, you wanted to know playing innocently with your hair. With a dirty grin Jenna answered:” Not like that.” “Oh, please.”, you laughed. 

You let out a relieved sigh when Hazel announced:” The game start!”  Drawing back the attention on them made you get away from the teasing of your friend. Clearing your throat, you changed the topic to a lighter theme:” Right, do you have a favourite player, girls?”

“Kim Little!”, Amy was the first to answer, remembering her lovely meet up with the Arsenal captain. You gave her a knowing look:” She made quite an impression on you during our training, right, Amy?” “Yes. She’s so nice.”, the blonde girl declared. Humming Daisy continued:” I like Leah the most.”

“That’s a great choice too who do you like Hazel?”, you curiously glanced at the girl who wore a red bow for the game today.  With a tone of deep admiration, she confessed:” I like all of them.”  “Yes, they are a great team like you girls.”, you winked at them.

That was the moment Jenna decided to tease you again:” Now ask your coach who her favourite player is.” “Oh, that’s easy.”, Amy rolled her eyes at that question, the answer seeming too obvious for her to say out loud.

Much more motivated Hazel chirmed:” It’s Wally!” “Yes, they are so cute!”, Daisy added giggling. In disgust, Amy wrinkled her nose: “No, they’re ew.”  “Amy stop being such a hater.”, Hazel elbowed the younger one playfully. 

The cheeks of Amy turned hot red:” I’m not. Only when they kiss.” “Same.”, Jenna agreed with her. Laughing you told them:” You two made that very clear.” “Good.”, the young girl seemed satisfied with your reaction. “Rude.”, you replied but you couldn’t really be mad at her.

Hazel interrupted your discussion, bouncing up and down while she pointed towards the pitch; “They scored! You missed the goal!“ “No, we didn’t!“, Amy protested loudly. “Yes, you did!“

While Hazel was still trying to prove her point, the stadium erupted in cheers again. “They scored another one!“, Daisy commented, her eyes big with excitement. Hazel stood up on her seat to get a better view of Alessia Russo; “That was so cool!“ “A pretty goal, right?“, Jenna agreed while pulling the girl back onto her seat. Hazel nodded; “I want to try that in training.“ “We can do that.“, you promised. “Good.“

With a shrug, you suggested; “Maybe Lessie can show you girls at some point.“ “Can she come visit us too?“, the girls asked impatiently. You tilted your head with a wink; “I’ll ask her, okay?“ “Okay.“ “I’m sure she’ll come.“, Jenna said, smirking at you.

You were grateful that the girls’ attention was mostly on the football game. “Another goal!“, Amy announced happily. Daisy raised her arms in the air, almost hitting Hazel in the process; “Yeay!“ Jenna leaned over towards you; “At least your girls team is winning. Imagine if we came here with the girls and Arsenal lost. I wouldn’t want to dry all those tears.“

Her eyes widened like she was horrified by the thought alone. You glanced at your players; “Yes, you’re right about that. But their eyes are sparkling right now.“ “I’m just surprised that they can sit still for that long.“, Jenna remarked, watching the young girls with a wrinkled nose. “They never do during training when you try to teach them tactics.“, you grinned back at her.

Jenna sighed in annoyance; “One day I’ll get them to understand what I want from them.“ “I’m sure you’ll.“, you nodded politely but failed to suppress a smile. “I’ll take the girls home after the game. You can go with your girlfriend.“, your assistant coach smoothly changed the topic. You looked at her in surprise; “Are you sure?“ “Sure.“

“Thank you, Jenna.“, you thanked her which she only acknowledged with a raised eyebrow; “You owe me.“ “What do you want?“, you laughed. With a shrug, Jenna replied; “I’ll tell you when I need something.“ “Okay.“ Her eyes were trained back on the football pitch when she casually mentioned; “Maybe I’ll ask you to set me up with one of the players.“

Your jaw dropped and you turned towards her, your face caught in a state between shock and laughter; “With who?“ “I don’t know. I was just joking.“, Jenna grimaced, obviously weirded out by your excitement. You slapped her on her upper arm; “Man, I thought you were serious!“

Your friend shook her head at you; “You would have wanted to set me up? Our little girls wouldn’t allow that.“ “Only Amy wouldn’t allow it.“, you rolled your eyes with a smile. “Yeah, probably.“, she had to agree. “See?“ Jenna gave you one more disapproving look; “Oh stop it. I’m not going out with one of the Arsenal players. That’s ridiculous.“

“Why not?”, you kept asking innocently. Jenna tried to shrug it off:” I’m not dating a football player.” “That’s what I said too and when Lia stepped into my life.”, you thought out loud with a nostalgic tone. A small smile crept onto the other woman’s lips:” That’s something different.” “Is it?”, you raised an eyebrow.  

Amused she shook her head:” Focus on the game, girl.” “Lia scored!”, you interrupted her blushing.  Dreamily Daisy sighed: “Only for you. That’s so romantic.”  “Ew, disgusting.”, Amy wrinkled her little nose. Enthusiastically Hazel disagreed:” No, she threw a heart at her direction.”

And indeed, Lia did that little gesture which melted your heart. Meanwhile Amy repeated herself:” Yes, disgusting.” “Some things will never change, right Amy?”, you laughed. Now giggling too, the small girl nodded in agreement:” Never.”

After the match ended Jenna was looking at your girls:” Come on girls time to go home.” “Already?”, Hazel pouted, she didn’t want this fantastic day of football to end anytime soon, the air still tasted sweet from Arsenal’s win.

Concentrated your friend was careful to lead them to the exit of the stadium: “Yes, let’s go.” “See you, tomorrow!”, you said your goodbye to them.  Smiling Jenna turned around:“See you.”  “Tell the Arsenal girls they played great!”, Daisy shouted grinning.  You replied quickly:“I’ll, promise.” “Now move, girls.”, your friend said to them.

Swooning Hazel answered:” I’d love to be her.” “No, you don’t. Let’s go.”, Jenna pleaded.  Disgusted Amy reminded her: “Honestly they must smell bad right now.” “You smell bad.”, Hazel rolled her eyes. “Jenna, she said I smell bad!” “No one smells bad and if anyone says that again, I’ll make sure you smell bad for weeks.”, their coach groaned.

Still beaming from the win Lia greeted you: “Hi, where are your girls?” “Jenna offered to take them home alone.”, you explained to your girlfriend. The brunette seemed happy about those news:“That’s nice of her.” “She asked me to do her a favour in the future.., so is someone single in your team?”, you wanted to know from her. A crooked smile lit up her face:” You want to set her up.” “Maybe.”, you played with a string of your hair which escaped your neat ponytail.

Lia who loved to play matchmaker answered: “I’ll ask around.” “Thank you.”  “Did you enjoy the game?”, the brunette changed the topic swiftly. “I did. The girls loved watching the game too.”, you reassured her.

As you mentioned them the eyes of your girlfriend sparkled:” That’s great. I’m happy they liked it here.” “Your goal and celebration for it was amazing.”, you winked at her. Delighted she confirmed:” I don’t usually score goals so that was a great coincidence that I did today.”

 “It was really sweet.”, Laura Wienroither interrupted your conversation smiling.  The Swiss glanced at her:“Thanks, Laura.” “You’re welcome.”, the younger player responded. Hopeful Lia turned back to face you: Can you wait? I’m just taking a shower quickly and then we can go?” “Sure.”, you agreed.

“I’ll hurry up.“, Lia promised, turning around to disappear into the dressing rooms. “Please!“, you called after her.

Your waiting was significantly shortened by Leah walking towards you; ”Hey!“ “Lee, hi.“, you pulled her into a quick hug. “Did you like it?“, the defender asked. “Yes, why?“ “Just asking.“ You shook her head, knowing that the football player had some kind of ulterior motive for her questions; “Leah, tell me.“ “I was genuinely curious if you and your team liked the game.“, she shrugged in response.

Moved by the thought of how happy your players were to see their idols filling out a stadium, you smiled; ”They did, it was so cute.“ “We have something for the girls.“, Leah finally admitted. “You do?“, you asked softly.

The defender pulled a red Arsenal jersey out of her sports bag and held it up for you. The back was covered in signatures. “We all signed this. You can hang it up in your dressing room or something.“, she explained.

You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from getting too emotional about this thoughtful gesture. Gratefully, you took the jersey from her; “Thank you, Lee. The girls will love it.“ Leahs face was lit up by a smile; “You’re welcome.“ “Appreciate it.“ “Lia is done.“, Leah remarked as her team mate appeared next to her, freshly showered and her hair still damp. You waved at the remaining players; “Perfect. See you, girls.“ “Let’s go home.“, Lia suggested with a yawn.

As soon as you arrived, you carefully took the jersey out and placed it on your desk; “I can’t wait for the girls to see the jersey you all signed.“ Lia dropped her bag and appeared right behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist; “It was a cute idea, right?“ “Definitely.“, you agreed, turning towards your girlfriend so you could kiss her cheek. “Leah came up with it.“

“I already thanked her.“ Lias eyes searched for yours; “If your team needs anything, we could help out.“ With a sigh, you removed yourself from her embrace; “I know. There’s still so much to do until the girls get equal opportunities to play that game..“ “But they have better chances than we did. That makes me incredibly happy.“, Lia responded truthfully. You nodded; “Me too. Also I love working with Jen.“

A smile tugged on Lias lips; “I can tell.“ “Also who knows, maybe one of them will become a future lioness.“, you continued enthusiastically. “That would be great.“, your girlfriend agreed. “Jenna would never stop bragging about it.“ Lia sceptically raised an eyebrow; “You wouldn’t either!“

“Yes, true.“, you smiled but a thought rushed trough your brain, making the smile fade far too quickly. “I saw how you looked at the girls…“, you started. The midfielder didn’t seem to follow you. She frowned; “How did I look at them?“ “Like you wished one of them was yours.“ There was silence between the two of you. Lia blinked a few times; “What? No…“ “No?“, you echoed. “I don’t know.“ Taken aback, you apologized; “Sorry… maybe I completely misread it.“

“No. I wasn’t aware that I was doing that.”, the brunette mumbled stunned. Confused you replied: ”You weren’t?” “No.”, she emphasized her answer. You couldn’t think about anything adequate to say so your lips only formed an ,oh’.  

Quickly Lia added: “I’m sorry.” “No, I’m just disappointed you didn’t say anything about wanting children.”, you said to her. Thrown off by your sentence the midfielder asked:” Who says I want children?” “Your eyes.”, you pointed out. The Swiss whispered:” That doesn’t make any sense. It’s stupid to even think about it.” “It’s not.”, you countered seriously.

Nervously Lia went through her hair with one hand:” I’m still playing, and you have your team.” “I’m sure we could make it work if that’s what you wanted.”, you reassured her. Helplessly the brunette bit her lip:” I don’t know. Would you want that?” “I do.”, you announced, your heart beating fast as you told her the truth. 

Slowly your girlfriend realized what you were trying to express all along:” That’s why you asked. You want children.” “Yes, and what do you want, Lia?”, you asked her in return. Her tone changed into something more hopeful:” I do want children. I just didn’t seem feasible.” “Maybe it’s now.” The kiss you exchanged was like a promise to something you both had the desire for but were too afraid to speak out until now.

A bit over a year later you and Lia were mums to a little girl. You even took her to the training of your girls’ team. Annoyed Amy threw her hands up in the air:” She can’t play yet, Jenna.” “Stop it, Ames. Of course she can.”, Jenna told her off.

The little girl wasn’t impressed by her answer: “She’s a baby.” “And? You can’t start early enough.”, her coach shrugged her shoulders. Grinning Daisy continued:” Plus she’s Wallys kid so it’s in her DNA.” “You don’t even know what DNA is.”, Hazel teased her. “Of course I do!”, she protested.

Softly you interrupted them before this could escalate into a proper fight:” Girls, focus on the game.” It seems like your toddler heard it because she kicked the ball into the goal. Baffled Amy was the first to speak:“That was pure luck.” “It’s talent.” Jenna whistled.

Proudly Lia told the blonde defender after her training:” Lee, our little girl scored today.” “Your girl can’t walk yet.”, Leah replied amused. Delighted Steph declared:” She can play football before she can walk.” “She’s Wally’s daughter. She can do everything.”, Laura added. Smiling Alessia nodded:” Yes, she’s a smart cookie.”

“I want to see that before we get too excited.”, Leah tried to calm down her teammates. Beaming Lia played the video in front of her friends:” Here Jenna filmed the big moment.” “Not bad. That’s going to be a good football player.”, the England captain admitted. “Right?” “Of course.”, Laura chirmed.

“Alright, girls. I got to go and pick them up.”, Lia announced, pocketing her phone. Before she left, Leah called after her; “Okay, bring them to our next training.”

As Lia arrived at your football pitch, Daisys voice echoed across the grounds; “Wally!” “Hi, girls.”, she smiled and let your players embrace her in a group hug. “Hello.”, Hazel mumbled into the midfielders side. Your girlfriend looked up and met your gaze from the other side of the pitch.

You both smiled at each other. “How was training?”, Lia asked. “Someone was trying hard to impress.”, Amy rolled her eyes. Jenna raised an eyebrow at the blonde girl and explained; “She means your daughter. She was not happy with the performance.” “Oh, really?”, Lia laughed.

Nodding, Jenna confirmed; “Really.” The girls were slowly letting go of Lia when you walked over at them, carrying your daughter. “Hi, Lia.”, you greeted her. She leaned over to first kiss you on the cheek before she carefully pressed her lips to her daughters head; “Hi, love.” “We‘re ready.”, you smiled. Taking the toddler from you, Lia suggested; “Let‘s go home.”

Your football team watched as the three of you left the football pitch together. “Goodbye, you three!”, Jenna called after you. You waved at her one last time. Simultaneously, Amy tugged on her coaches shirt; “Jen?” “Yes?”

“Maybe it‘s not that disgusting.“, the girl concluded, tilting her head pensively while she watched on as Lia wrapped her arm around your waist and gently brushed her lips against yours. Jenna remained silent and smiled softly.

[wooahaes]

the (not-so-subtle) doting kind

pairing: non-idol!mark lee x fem!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au.

warnings: food mentions. mark being a very doting bf on his gf's bday.

word count: 2.4k~ dont look at me when u compare this one to all the other bday fics

daisy's notes: what if i want him :(

For whatever reason, your birthday wasn’t a happy day for you… So Mark resolved to treat you normally. And if “normally” involves him doting on you the way he does when you have bad days, then so be it.

He tucked stray strands of hair away from your face when he saw you begin to stir. He’d say one thing to you, just to show you that he remembered. So he leaned in, lips pressing against your own. “Good morning. Happy birthday, baby,” he said, voice still a little hoarse from sleep. “Are we still going to get breakfast?”

“Mmhm.” You drew him back in for another sleepy kiss, only to draw him closer. You snuggled in, eyes fluttering shut as you dropped your head into his shoulder. “Morning…”

He giggled. Most mornings, he’d tease you a little with some sort of “my sleepy girl,” but he settled in instead. He peppered your skin with kisses, just to hear that slightly-annoyed groan as you finally opened your eyes. His lips pressed against yours one final time before drawing back. 

“Good morning,” he said again, thumb grazing the apple of your cheek.

Despite the slight annoyance at being woken up fully now, you sat up and stifled a yawn. The moment you went to move out of bed, you felt Mark’s fingers poke into your sides. You let out a strangled grunt, playfully shoving away at his hands as he giggled. He came up behind you, pressing a long kiss against your neck before moving to search through the closet. It became obvious soon enough what he was doing, always trying to find a way to tease you to make you smile. Eventually you swatted him away from you, and he laughed that goofy laugh before getting dressed, too. He kept waiting around, watching you as you looked through your options before settling on something. Of course, it was one of the things you owned that Mark didn’t have something he could use to match with you… But he could improvise. He stood back, watching you (half-admiring, half-studying) before going into his side of your shared closet. 

When he stepped out in a patterned shirt that mainly featured the same color as the shirt you were wearing, he saw the way you gave him a little once over before going back to packing your things into a bag. “You look cute.”

Mission accomplished. Mentally, he put a little sunglasses emoji guy right next to the thought. 

After a quick breakfast out, the two of you ended up wandering around the mall for the day. He held your hand the entire time, always pointing out something cool or something he thought you’d look good in. Today was your day, which meant he couldn’t play. You wanted something? He was already getting his card out. He’d been saving specifically so that he could spoil you on your birthday, and he was intent on carrying that out.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said with this cute smile, “I got you.” 

It always earned some sort of playful eye roll or snort as you thanked him, always drawing out the words to tease him. He was obvious, but that was fine with him. What was the point of days like birthdays and holidays if he couldn’t spoil you a little? He carried your bags for you, too, ever the gentleman. Yet he was the one who slowed down, hand holding yours tight enough to tug you back, when the two of you were outside of a toy store. He pointed out two little lion plushies right next to one another.

“Babe. Baby.” He didn’t take his eyes off of them. “It’s us.” 

You’d giggled a little over it. “Pretty sure those are two male lions, Mark.” 

He turned back to you. “What?” Then he looked at them again, fully registering the bright orange manes that both of them wore. “Right. Still… We could still find a lioness. C’mon.” He tugged you toward the entrance, only to stop. “Unless you don’t wanna—”

“We can go places you wanna go, Mark,” you said, already making your way into the store. “Let’s go find a lioness.” 

You’d been insistent on paying for and carrying that bag, and Mark let the issue drop. Gentlemanly as he was, his hand was getting a little tired carrying all your bags… and it’d be rude to turn it into an issue when it wasn’t. You did end up taking the bags from him when you stopped to get lunch, saying you would go get the table while he grabbed the food. When he asked you to pick a place, you’d just shrugged it off.

“You know what I’ll eat,” you said. “Just pick somewhere.” 

Again, he’d almost pushed back on that. Today was your day, even though you weren’t treating it like anything special. But he knew how you felt, and he bit back any disagreement. He looked around the food court, picked two places, and asked you to pick from those under the guise of him being indecisive. You hummed to yourself, genuinely considering the two options before picking, and then left him standing there as you went to snag a table for the two of you. He went off to order your food, and soon enough he was sitting across from you, listening as you rambled on about something that happened at work the other day. Eventually, you pushed the conversation onto him as you nodded along to his own stories… all while sneaking little pictures of him. He smiled for them, and eventually got you to squeeze into frame so he could snap a picture of the two of you together.

The rest of the day was scaled toward him. You would push for him to pick places to go, things to do. The bookstore the two of you frequented became one of your stops, and he saw the quiet way you bought a book he put back alongside with another bookmark for him (sometimes he lost them, but he’d always take extra care when someone gave him one) without saying a word. A few other stores, too: you’d ended up buying him a few things, insistent on carrying his bags for him with this knowing smile that told him you knew exactly what he’d been doing all day. 

Then when you were leaving, Mark saw it. The way you’d been walking a step ahead of him for a minute, talking about finding a place to sit for a few minutes before you actually went back to the car. You’d slowed to a stop outside this chocolate place the two of you had sampled forever ago, watching in the window as a tall, handsome man was making them in view of anyone passing by. The guy looked up, flashed you a smile, and then went back to his work. Mark slowly made his way over to you, watching the magic happen for himself.

“We should get a box,” he said after a moment. He looked at you, practically glowing with excitement. “We can split it, if you want?”

For a few seconds longer, you just watched the man on the other side of the glass continue to work. Then you met Mark’s gaze, genuinely smiling that same smile he fell in love with years ago, and nodded. “I’d love that.” 

The two of you went into the shop, picking out flavors for your big box of chocolates. When Mark paid this time, you didn’t push back or question or tease him. You just leaned against him, still smiling that pretty smile, and thanked him in a soft voice that felt so genuine this time around. He tucked the box into one of the bags he was carrying, pressed a kiss against your cheek, and took your hand again as you left.

By the time the two of you got home and started sorting through everything you’d bought, it was late. When Mark looked up, asking if you felt like going back out for dinner, you’d shaken your head. You had sprawled out along the couch at that point, visibly sleepy from the long day as you abandoned the work of sorting out new clothes to be washed. He just crawled over to you, pressing his lips against yours.

“You wanna go take a bath? I’ll order dinner when we get out.” He pressed another kiss against your lips. “We can watch movies,” another kiss, “and then bust into those chocolates,” and another, “and it’ll be fuckin’ great, baby.” 

You agreed to it all too easily. The two of you ended up snuggling in the hot water for a while, talking about whatever came to mind. By the time the two of you were cuddled up on the couch again, dressed in matching pajamas (“Because we’re cheesy like that, you know?” was what Mark said to you when he bought them forever ago), he’d decided to apparently kill you with a thousand more soft kisses. The jerk was giggling the entire time, too, squeezing you in his arms and he peppered said kisses alongside the side of your neck—right where you were tickling, he’d learned back when the two of you were first dating.

“Mark!” You’d squealed at one point, nose crinkling as he mumbled something about how cute he found you. “You can stop. I know what you were doing today.” 

“What?” He played dumb. “Appreciated you? I’m always appreciating you, baby,” he giggled, kissing the spot where your neck met your jaw. “I’m lucky to have you, y’know?”

With a sigh, you pulled away from him. Ah. Shit. You’d been planning for a serious talk, then. “I mean it,” you said, taking one of his hands within your own. “I know what you were doing. And… I think it was really sweet.”

Wait, what? His voice grew softer now, heart racing in his chest. “So you aren’t mad?”

“I…”  You trailed off, turning away. “I thought I would have been. But… I dunno. I think when you walked up to me and said something about buying that box of chocolates, it just kinda hit me that you weren’t just spoiling me today because it’s my birthday. You were doing it because you love me.” For a moment, you tried to blink back tears. “I mean… I know you love me. And I knew that on the birthdays before—but I always kinda pushed people away because I felt like I wasn’t worth it.”

“You are, though.” The words fell from his lips before he could even think twice. Maybe if he did, he would have apologized for interrupting you, but some things were just too vital to hold back. “You’ll always be worth it, y’know?”

The tears you’d been fighting finally ran down your cheeks, and you nodded. “You made me feel special,” you said. “And not just because it’s my birthday, but because you actually care.” 

Something ached deep within his chest at that. Did that mean you had people who didn’t…? Yet he left the question unsaid. How long had he been dating you, and he still didn’t know everything he thought he should? Not because you were supposed to bare your soul to him—never that. But because he was your boyfriend, he felt that he should have noticed sooner. You told him that your birthday hadn’t been a happy day for you in a long time, and he’d accepted it at face value without pushing. If you wanted to tell him, you would, and he would listen the same way you always cared and listened to his problems. The same way you did today when you pushed him to open up, to talk, to share the day with you so it wasn’t just him doting on you endlessly. 

“Hey…” He reached up, wiping your tears away. “I’m sorry I went behind your back to try and spoil you today.”

You stared at him. “Mark, it’s okay—”

He shook his head. “I should have asked you first,” he said. “But I like celebrating you. You know I was kind of a mess when we first met, but I wanted to be better for you. Chenle can tell you how bad this place used to be,” he chuckled, hoping that you would laugh or giggle or something too. “So I like getting the chance to celebrate how much I love you. You still make me wanna be a better guy, y’know?”

Sniffling, you dove forward to hide your face in his shoulder. He just laughed softly, rubbing circles onto your back as you cried. He loved you, and he knew how easily you could get emotional in vulnerable moments like this. Always diving forward and hiding your face because no matter how many times he told you it was okay, you’d be embarrassed that you were crying on him when you were supposed to be happy. 

“We can have more days out like this, if you want,” he said, hand cradling the back of your head. He drew you back, just so he could see your face, watery eyes and all. “Today just needed to be perfect because I think you’re perfect, even with all the imperfections we both know we have, we’re kinda perfect together.” He paused, wondering if he’d talked himself in a circle again before settling on something simpler: “I just think you’re really cool.”

That had finally earned a laugh out of you, so endeared to him and the way he spoke. “Yeah?”

He nodded eagerly. “Yeah!” He smiled at you. “You’re pretty sick. I love being your boyfriend, y’know?”

You just drew him in for a quick kiss after wiping your face with your sleeve. When you pulled back, you just smiled at him. “You’re pretty cool, too, y’know.” With a clumsy kiss against the side of his mouth, you finally drew back and out of his lap. “Thank you for a really fun day, by the way.” Snuggling a little closer to him, you rested your head against his shoulder. “I had fun. I always do when I’m with you, but you know what I mean.”

He just chuckled, turning his head so that he could kiss the top of yours. “Yeah, of course. Happy birthday, baby.” He snuggled in for a cozy night with you, head resting against your own. “I love you a lot. Let’s do something cool next year, alright?”

You just let out a soft chuckle, too. “Alright.” You shut your eyes. “If it’s with you… I’ll always be happy.”

taglist: @twancingyunhao

[geminibsworld]

Teachers pet

tom blyth!professor

warnings: age gape (18 & 30), smut, daddy!kink, jealousy, p in v, teasing, cussing, ya know the usual.

“you’re disgusting, daisy,” ellie said, grunting rolling her eyes.

“i’m being real, el,” she said, thinking about him.

“he’s so hot, i just want to fuck him all the time. plus he’s a gentleman, ya know one of those sweet in the streets and freak in the sheets type of deals,” daisy giggled, ellie rolled her eyes again.

“no, you’re being gross.” ellie sighed, daisy shook her head. her pony tail shaking, as she shrugged her shoulders.

“whatever, you’re just saying it because you’re into girls,” daisy teases ellie, ellie cracks a smile.

“yeah, maybe.” ellie shrugged, laughing. they walked down the stairs to their next class, drama which is what Mr. blyth taught, which is who daisy thought about, quite often. she’s not even attracted to other boys at their college, she tried but she can’t plus they don’t know what they’re doing and she can’t stand it. they entered the theatre room, she saw Mr. blyth, standing in a black, tight, suit. daisy grinned biting her lip, ellie gave her a look.

“if he sees you gawking at him, he might not be cool with it? i don’t know, he seems like a nice guy,” ellie said, pulling daisy to a seat in the middle as other students entered. the seats filling, and the voices echoing but daisy could only focus on tom.

tom nodded, and laughed talking to some students on stage, before looking out at the crowd searching. their eyes met, she held her breath. his blue eyes poured into her, before he moved on.

“like i said, he’d be a gentleman in person but i bet he’s freaky,” daisy giggled, she stopped smiling as she noticed Anne approaching him. anne put her hands behind her back, standing there fluttering her lashes at him but smiles and nods but doesn’t really respond.

anne smiles quickly, before running away. daisy smirked to herself, catching blyths eye again. her breathed hitched, crossing her legs, flashing him under her sundress. his face showed no emotion, looking away from her. daisy felt rejected, but ignored it. maybe he didn’t see?

the class went by normal, nothing exciting happened as they discussed different acting methods. people going up on stage, preforming a piece and others making notes.

the class ended, as she was leaving blyth stood by the door telling everyone ‘bye’ or ‘have a good day’, right as she was at the door Mr.blyth, said something to her. his british accent, low and hard. she felt nervous, but excited this was her chance. she smiled at ellie before standing off to the side. ellie watching her through the door walking away.

Mr. blyth pulled the doors shut, before turning around sternly. he was angry, she gulped but couldn’t help but feel herself dampen her panties. he marched towards her, his voice low but angry.

“why in the world would you do that? in front of everyone? risking yourself and my job?” he yelled at her, she slightly leaned back. she couldn’t help it but she was wanting him more than ever right now.

“what did i do?” she asked, innocently cocking her head to the side. Mr. blyth gaped at her, she has to be joking. “i didn’t do, anything Mr.blyth.”

tom wanted to scream at her, but he shouldn’t. maybe she didn’t even realize what she was doing, maybe he shouldn’t say anything. but he is, he’s going to say something because she is his student and this is his career. student and teacher affairs are against the rules at Julliard.

“you stared me in the eyes, uncrossing your legs then flashing your panties at me, then crossing your legs again,” Mr. blyth seethed at her, he needs her to understand he can’t but he can’t help but picture it again.

“oh.. oops sorry Mr.blyth,” she said, shrugging her shoulders shaking her head. her long brown hair shaking, he sighed closing his eyes before looking at her again. she was sitting on a chair, her thighs showing more than she should. her head tilted, her eyes wide but a playful grin on her lips. this was a game to her, he thought.

he was pissed at this point, he marched right up to her barely any space between the two. he dropped his voice low, staring intensely at her. for the first time ever, she looked nervous.

daisy was nervous, but so turned on. she crossed her thighs together, trying to relieve some pressure. tom’s eye quickly glanced, he smirked to himself before saying, “two can play at that game, daisy.”

“what do you mean? game?” she asked, quietly looking up at the tall man. his gaze intense, his facial hair shaved but a dark shadow littered his face. his lips pink, and plump. her head was dizzy, before hearing his voice, right on her ear.

“you don’t think i know what game you’re playing? i wasn’t born yesterday, darling. don’t seem so confident now though,” he laughed dryly, a smirk evident in his voice. his fingers gently touched her wrist, tracing softly.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” she spoke, gulping. chills appeared on her pale skin, he smiled but before pulling his fingers away.

“oh yeah?” he asked, pulling away looking at her, he looked down at her thighs before he torturingly slowly, might she add, his calloused fingers teasing her thighs. she clenched harder, gulping only watching his fingers.

“then why are you letting me touch you?” he asked, his breath fanning her ear. she shivered, gulping again.

“why are you touching me, Mr. blyth?” she asked, eyes wide with innocence.

tom smirked, his fingers coming up to grab the ends of her hair, “you’re a beauty girl, daisy. pretty as a daisy,”

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the next day daisy came in, and she couldn’t help but think about yesterday. how his fingers felt against her skin, she couldn’t help but want more. she’d never felt such attraction towards anyone before, ellie and daisy entered Mr. blyths room, and class started as normal.

“daisy come up on stage,” Mr. blyth said, wearing a large cardigan, tight black tank top, and dress pants. the pants tight on his waist. she loved his body, she loved everything about it. his broad shoulders, toned chest, and his waist. she couldn’t help but notice his shirt see through in the light, she climbed up the stairs.

“daisy, preform this with daniel.” he said, handing her a piece of paper, checking her out quickly. she wore a big hoodie and short tight shorts.

“yes sir,” daisy smiled at him, he gulped. sir, almost sinful the way it rolled off her tongue. he nodded backing up from her, swallowing then smiling quickly.

daisy read over the scene, it was a scene between two lovers who couldn’t deny their feelings for each other, daisy couldn’t help but laugh to herself. of course, well she’ll put on her best show then.

“you ready?” he asked, she nodded quickly. daniel came out the from the back, holding his script as well.

“alright, start.” Mr. blyth said, nodding at the two.

“we’ve spent so much time together, i think about you all the time,” daniel started, stepping towards daisy placing her left hand in his gently.

“me too, but we can’t be together. too many people will be affected,” daisy said, closing her eyes. daniel sighed placing her head in his hands, pulling her close.

“who cares what others think. i want to be with you, you’re the only person i’ve ever wanted to be with, let alone the only person i’ve ever truly been attracted to,” daisy spoke, emotion dripping her. she broke eye contact with daniel before noticing Mr.blyth he stared at her, intensely. she peaked away as daniel started talking before Mr. blyth interrupted him.

“daniel im not convinced you want daisy that much, remember you want her but you can’t have her without risk, here try this,” Mr. blyth approached him taking the script before continuing as the other actor. it felt more real this way, she actually felt chemistry and it felt more real.

“i care, i have a life. i can’t risk everything for you,” Mr. blyth placed both hands on her face, daisys breath caught in her throat. “i want you more than anything, but-“ he didn’t finish as an announcement went off on the speakers.

“all students to the football field for a announcer please, all students. thank you.” the woman spoke, before going silent again. Mr. blyth let go of her, glancing at her again. daisy gulped, her eyes wide. the tension was thick between them as she stepped back from him clearing her throat, she saw ellie turn back and look at her before leaving.

“i guess i better go,” daisy mumbled, Mr.blyth nodded. daisy went to walk away, before tom grabbing her silky dress, her white turtle neck underneath becoming tighter around her neck. he yanked her towards him, she gasped.

his hands at her waist, he cleared his throat, “i know this is extremely inappropriate, i made a big deal about it the other day… but i can’t stop thinking about you,”

daisy looked at him, he stared at her waiting for some type of response. his fingers played with her dress, a little slit on her thigh. his fingers linger on her skin slightly, her breathing sharp and quick.

“please, say something, anything. i know you’ve talked about me, you were so confident the other day, what happened doll?” his hand caressed her skin on her thigh.

“i just- uh- i never expected this to happen,” she mumbled, “i’ve always fantasized about you,” her cheeks pink.

Mr. blyth smirked, before leaning forward his lips right on her ear.

“me too, i’ve thought about your little dresses and bending you over my desk and having my way with you,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning her cold skin. she shivered, and let out a whimper. his hand slowly went to the inside of her thighs, tracing her gently, going up feeling her heat then right back down her thighs. his rough fingers tracing her soft skin.

“why haven’t you?” she asked, a small smirk playing on her lips. she was still nervous but she wants Mr. blyth to want her, and clearly he liked her confidence.

his fingers traced up her thighs to her hip bones, before tracing her panties waistband, his fingers dipping ever so slightly. she looked up at him, before he could respond. she grabbed his shadowed face, pressing a kiss to his plump lips. his hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her up in the air. her hands tugging on his hair, hungrily and moaning into his mouth, as he carries her to his office. he kicks the door open gently before setting daisy down, her lips swollen and her hair knotted.

“call me tom when we’re alone, but when im inside of you baby, call me daddy,” he said, shutting and locking the door pushing her against the desk. she moaned in response as he picks her up by her thighs, laying her back. their mouths connecting, both of them moaning and needing each other. she reached for his belt, unbuckling it throwing it to the ground, and unbuttoning and unzipping his zipper, she slipped her hand in his pants palming his large member.

“f-fuck babygirl,” he moaned into her mouth, she whimpered as his hands found her wet heat playing with her folds before rubbing her clit in circles hard. she moaned out, “you like that baby? feels good don’t it? hm?”

“fuck- daddy, m’need you.” she whimpered in tom’s ear, she waisted no time pulling him out of his underwear. he hissed at her soft hands, his hands slid her underwear to the side before sliding in her slowly.

“oh my god,” daisy breathed, tom’s forehead on hers, his eyes screwed shut.

“you’re so fucking tight, baby. fits me like a glove,” he moaned, starting at a slower pace. daisy cried out, as he started to speed up. the sound of moans and clapping could be heard in the office. his hand fisted her long hair, laying his head on her forehead as he plunged in and out of her. she whimpered as he picked up the pace, he let go of her hair his forehead lay on hers, flipping her legs above her head. he was going at a steady pace as she kept moaning and whimpering.

“fuck daddy, you feel so so good,” she cried out, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. tom threw his head back, picking up the pace even more. he grabbed her throat, right below her jaw carefully not to hurt her and went hard in her.

“yeah? i feel so so good baby? you take my cock so well, you my cock slut baby?” he asked, hissing at she clenched and creamed around his cock. he couldn’t help but moan at the feeling her of her soaking his cock.

“fuck-yes daddy,” she cried out, tom’s fingers rubbing her clit hard.

“no, say it. i want you to say it.” he said, becoming sloppy but fast.

“im your cock slut daddy,” she moaned out, tom was in pure ecstasy. his cock was covered in her juices, and there was more to come.

“yeah? take my cum baby, take my big dick,” he moaned, his head falling back as he slowed down but slammed into her. she screamed at he hit her g spot. he finished inside of her, and he pulls out and laughs slightly.

“we both creamed,” tom joked, daisy laughed slightly before they heard a knock on the door. they look at each other in a panic.



[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Stars Align: Part 5

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Pining, Mentions of Abuse, Eventual Smut, Violence, Alcohol, Sexual Themes, Hidden Feelings, Swearing, Cheating, Established Relationship.

-- Part 4 Here --

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18+ Only

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Past:

You and Bradley didn't speak for a few days after your conversation at the beach, but you felt your cold shoulder beginning to fade when Bradley showed up at your door with a bunch of daisies in his hand, which he thrust at you as soon as you opened the door.

''What are these for?'' you asked.

''For whatever I did to piss you off, I'm sorry.'' he said genuinely, and it broke your heart that you'd made him think he'd actually done something wrong.

''It wasn't you, Bradley, I'm sorry for the way I acted.'' You apologised softly.

Bradley grinned and softly punched your shoulder, ''Besties again?''

You chuckled, ''Never stopped, Bradshaw.''

Things went mostly back to normal after that, with Bradley still spending most of his time with you. There was the odd occasion Michelle would call Bradley and ask to meet up, where he'd disappear for a while, only to reappear at your house the next day as if he never left.

Bradley didn't say much about Michelle around you, obviously sensing your dislike for her, but it became more and more obvious that they were getting closer and closer to doing the deed, when Carole let slip one night that Bradley had a romantic date planned for her.

You wanted to be sick at the thought, but instead you smiled at her and mumbled 'That's nice, hope you two have a good time.' as Bradley blushed a bright shade of crimson, you both going back to the lovely dinner Carole had cooked for you.

''So, what's this date you've told me nothing about?'' you chuckled as Bradley walked you home that evening, the cool air wafting his poofy dark hair over his eyes. He smoothed his hair back and chuckled awkwardly.

''It's nothing, just dinner. A picnic actually, up on the hill.''

''Are you gonna... you know?''

''Gosh I dunno, Birdy, what's with the interrogation?'' he flushed.

You were both quiet for a moment, until you neared your front lawn and looked up at him, ''For what its worth, I don't think she's right for you. I think you can do better, Rooster.''

Bradley was about to speak, when your dad walked outside.

''Ah, I'm glad you're both here. Can you two come inside for a second, we need to talk.'' your dad said sombrely, and you could see your mother in the hallway, her eyebrows creased.

''What is it, dad?'' you asked as you walked towards him.

''Just come inside.''

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Present:

Your most important things were packed in a suitcase, the rest still in your apartment. You'd signed a year lease so you thought at the very least if things panned out, you could use it as a storage unit until things were set up in California.

The plane landed and your stomach was in knots. You hadn't told Bradley you were coming yet, and as you left the airport and got in a cab, you suddenly wondered if this was such a good idea.

It was too late to turn back when you decided it was, in fact, a very bad idea, because you were already pulling up outside of Bradleys bungalow. You took a deep breath as you paid the driver, and you swallowed down the nerves as you took your suitcase out of the trunk. You thought you were going to vomit as you walked up to the front door and knocked.

You waited for what felt like an agonisingly long time, but when the door finally swung open, you knew you'd made the right decision.

''Birdy?'' Bradley breathed in disbelief, his hands cupping his mouth as his eyes scanned your face.

''Hope that invitation is still valid.'' you joked sheepishly.

Bradley lunged forwards and swept you up in his big burly arms, you dangled helplessly like a doll in an overly early childs hands, and you chuckled as he buried his face in your neck.

When he finally put you down, you grinned up at him, and noticed his Adams Apple bobbing, he was trying not to cry.

''Oh, you big softie.'' you punched his shoulder and he chuckled, rubbing his eyes.

''I just can't believe you're here. I didn't think you'd come.''

''Well, are you gonna make me live out here on the porch or can I come in?'' you teased.

''Right! Come in, I have a room for you.'' Bradley stepped to the side and grabbed your suitcase. He gave you a quick tour of the little bungalow that you thought seemed too small for a man of his stature, and lastly to the bedroom he'd prepared, just in case you came.

''Wow, Brad, I thought you said you didn't think I was coming?'' you breathed. The room was already set up, pink floral duvet covers and fluffy pillows awaited you, a poster of your favourite boy band in school, and the canvas you'd painted with Bradley stood pride and centre on the wall.

''I know, but I hoped.'' he said simply.

You looked up at him and grabbed his arm, pulling him down to your height. You planted a soft kiss on his cheek and then wrapped your arms around his neck.

''Thank you.'' you whispered as you hugged him.

''Anything for my lil Bird.''

It took a while for you to let go, but when you did Bradley left you to unpack and relax for a while.

You walked around your room and smiled, it was simple and mostly empty, but it had a sense of home that your apartment in New York didn't have.

You sat on the bed and breathed in the smell of sea air wafting in through your windows.

Once you'd unpacked and changed into a more summery dress, you met Bradley in the lounge, the sound of a football match roaring through the speakers. Bradley turned the tv off as you walked in, smiling at you.

''California suits you.'' he grinned.

You swished your dress from side to side, ''Yeah, I think so too.'' you winked.

''How do you feel about meeting some of my friends?'' Bradley asked, as he stood and met you at the centre of the room. He stood over you, tauntingly close, the smell of his cologne teasing your nostrils.

''You mean that blond guy, Jake?'' you scrunched up your nose.

''There are others, I promise.'' he chuckled, cupping your face in both of his huge hands. He stared down at you so intently, for a moment you forgot where you were.

''Why are you looking at me like I'm not real?'' you breathed out a soft, awkward laugh.

''Because I'm scared you're not and I'm gonna wake up without you.'' he said earnestly. Your heart thudded against your chest as his face grew closer, his eyes dipping to your lips.

Knock Knock Knock

Bradleys front door suddenly interrupted you, and you both stepped back, looking at each other for a moment, before Bradley went to answer it.

''I may have texted the group that you're here, I think they took that as an invitation to come and meet you.'' he said apologetically. You laughed as he opened the door and 5 people walked in.

''Hello again little lady.'' Jake, the only one you recognised, grinned at you, toothpick between his teeth.

''Hi, Jake.'' you smiled politely back.

Bradley introduced you to the others as they filtered in, each toting various drinks and bags of snacks.

''This is Nat, Bob, Reuben, and Javy. You'll meet Mickey at some point but he's on his honeymoon at the moment.''

You said hello to everyone, and Nat pulled you in for a hug. She reminded you a lot of Gabby, and you suddenly remembered you needed to give her a call later.

''It's so great to finally meet you, Rooster has been talking about you for years!'' Nat laughed.

''Great to meet you too! Years, huh?'' you shot Bradley a quizzical glance, and he just rolled his eyes.

You all filtered out into the little back yard, where Jake and Javy fired up the grill as everyone got to know you, drinks at hand and before long laughter filling the little yard.

Bradley made his way over to where you and Bob were talking, slinking an arm casually over your shoulder as he took a swig of beer. He joined in the conversation and didn't notice as someone new walked out the back door.

Bob noticed first, and tapped Bradley on the shoulder, his eyes shooting over to the new comer to alert Bradley.

''Hi all!'' she chirped, ''The door was open, hope you don't mind if I join?''

Bradley groaned, moving his arm off of your shoulder as he turned to face her.

''Hey, Alice. Sorry I was gonna call you.'' he said awkwardly as he walked over to the leggy blond.

''Alice, this is my best friend, Y/N.'' He said introducing you with a grin.

And then half heartedly and with a sheepish look, he turned to look at you, ''Y/N, this is Alice... my girlfriend.''

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Past:

“What do you mean? Why can’t you just do that job here?” You demanded.

You were sitting in your living room across from your parents, Bradley was next to you with his face in his hands.

“There isn’t a position here for me, Y/N. This job is going to sort out so much debt for us-“ your mom nudged your dad and shook her head to stop him from talking.

“Are we having money problems?” You asked softly.

Bradley lifted his head and looked around with furrowed eyebrows.

Your dad sighed, looked at your mom and she took over, “We’re fine, but we are struggling. This job is our only choice. I’m sorry, honey. I know it’s going to be difficult, but Bradley can come visit whenever and you can stay with them during summer vacation.”

Your parents left you shell shocked in your living room with Bradley, who just looked at you with wide, watery eyes.

“Well, I guess that’s it then…” you mumbled.

“No, it can’t be. I haven’t planned for a life without you, what am I supposed to do when you’re gone?” Bradley suddenly exploded, standing to his feet so quickly it startled you.

He began to pace, “I’m gonna… I’m gonna be stuck with Michelle as my only source of company.” He ranted.

“Isn’t that what you want?” You asked softly.

Bradley looked at you like you’d just asked the most stupid question ever, “No! God no! She’s boring, and stuck up, and rude, when I’m with her all I can think about is getting out.”

“Then why are you with her?” You shook your head in exasperation.

“Because… you don’t get it, Birdy. I’m the only one in my grade that hasn’t… you know. I needed someone experienced who I could do it with.” He groaned, sitting back down and putting his hands over his face.

“Brad, why didn’t you tell me that’s the only reason? If you’re gonna lose your… you know, it should be with someone you actually care about.” You said gently, placing a hand on the top of his arm. He lowered his hands and looked at you for a while.

Bradley sighed, “The only person in this whole damn town I care about is you.”

You were about to respond when your brother walked into the room and wailed dramatically.

“Have you heard the news? Our lives are over!”

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Present:

“Girlfriend? Oh, hi, nice to meet you.” Your voice was small and shaky, and you had to clear your throat.

Bob noticed the awkward tension and was the first one to realise what was happening.

“Oh my god! Bradley talks about you non stop! So nice to finally meet you, girl!” Alice squealed, hugging you.

Bob cleared his throat, “Y/N, do you mind helping me grab some of the food from the kitchen?” Bob asked, looking you in the eye and giving you a signal.

You nodded and excused yourself, and as soon as you were in the kitchen, you let out a long shaky breath, tears prickling your eyes. You had just made a horrible mistake coming here.

“Hey, are you okay?” Bob asked, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“Yep. I just… I need to call someone. Excuse me.” You rushed off to your bedroom and closed the door, pressing your back up against it as you breathed through the sudden panic.

You found your phone on the nightstand and dialled Gabby’s number.

As soon as she answered, you began to sob uncontrollably.

“Y/N! What’s going on, can you breathe for me please?” She called over the phone.

You attempted to pull in a few short breaths until you were calm enough to speak.

“I’m such an idiot!” You cried.

“Why? What’s happening? You scared me when you left this morning.”

“I… I went to California. Bradley asked me to, so I did, I thought he wanted me here because he felt the same.” You sniffled.

There was a brief silence on the other end, “He doesn’t?” She sounded surprised.

“He has a girlfriend, Gabs, one he never told me about.”

“Ohhh, fuck. Have you met her?”

“Yeah, just now. I was so blindsided I must have come across as rude. I can’t believe I thought Bradley and I had any future, or that he loved me the way I love him. I’ve loved him for what feels like my whole life, Gabs, when am I going to realise I can’t have him?” You wept.

Suddenly the door creaked, and you turned around suddenly to face Bradley, who stood in the doorway with his mouth slightly ajar and his eyebrows furrowed, blinking rapidly as tears threatened to spill over.

“Oh my god.” You whispered. “Gabby I have to go.” You hung up and dropped your phone on the bed.

“Brad-“

He held up a hand to shush you, and edged into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Don’t speak.” He said as he crossed the room. He stood over you and a large hand came up to thread through your hair and cup your cheek.

A tear dropped down your face as you looked up at him, your lip quivering.

“Did you mean what you just said?” Bradley whispered, closing his eyes as his forehead came to rest against yours, your lips inches apart, his warm breath on your skin.

“Yes.” you croaked out. And that’s all you needed to say, because Bradley’s lips came crashing down on yours, taking your breath away. The room spun as your eyes widened, and then gradually fluttered shut.

His other hand cradled the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss, moaning into your lips.

The tears fell faster now as your heart felt as if it was exploding, the fireworks inside you turning your skin alight. You grabbed a fistful of Bradley’s shirt, holding on for dear life as the feeling you’d waited decades for was finally washing over you, better than you'd ever imagined, buckling your knees from underneath you.

Bradley’s hand moved from the back of your head to your lower back and he pulled you into him, holding you up, and still it wasn’t enough, you wanted more, desperate for more, hungry for more, but your conscious suddenly rocked through you like a bolt of lightning and you pushed against Bradley’s chest. You broke away from him with a gasp as you fought for breath. Your hand moved up to your chest to soothe the thrumming inside as you panted.

Bradley looked at you with a confused, longing expression, fighting for his own breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Bradley demanded, his face flushed and lips beautifully swollen.

You bit your lip and shook your head before you breathed a laugh, “Would it have made a difference?”

“Yes, Birdy, it would have made all the difference.” He nodded, hands on his hips as he contemplated your words.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend before I flew out here?” You asked him sadly.

“I… I didn’t think it mattered. I didn’t know you felt that way.” He looked at his feet.

You shook your head again as you sighed, “I’ve loved you since that stupid moustache began to grow, Brad. In fact I think I loved you the second you saved me on my first day of school.” You breathed.

Bradley’s eyes shot up to meet yours, his bottom lip wobbled as he nodded, “Yeah, that’s about the same time I fell in love with you, too, Birdy.”

You opened your mouth to speak but a sharp knock rasped against your bedroom door and you jumped. The door opened and Bob poked his head through.

“Uhm… you guys should probably come outside.”

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-- Part 6 Here --

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Some more TMA headcanons because I’ve thought of some more. Also apologies if this list is a little more chaotic than the other one x (Here’s the first list I make incase anyone’s interested)

Also if people have their own that they’d want to add feel free to because I love reading other people’s x

There’s probably going to be some spoilers for but I’ve tried to keep it as broad as possible :) x

Tim used to steal Jon’s pens - Not because he needed them he did it to annoy Jon

Tim once hid a plastic spider in Jon’s desk then pinned it on Martin

Gerry liked to make puns, Gertrude didn’t like Gerry’s puns - Or at least she pretended not too

Peters changed the locks multiple times but Elias just keeps finding his was back in

Georgie has that really nice kind of swoopy writing - I kind of feel Sasha did as well

Distortion Micheal likes the animated Alice in Wonderland film - Can’t think why… (If I had any artistic talent I’d draw him as the Cheshire Cat but I sadly I don’t have any)

Melanie used to make loom band bracelets - She never gave them to anyone but she’d use specific colours with specific people in mind

Elias likes to shout peoples names then not answer them when they shouted back asking what he wanted

Jon owns a few packs of some nice playing cards (Like the ones with cool pictures and stuff) but no one’s allowed to use them - He let Tim use them once but after he slightly bent the corner of one they became off limits to them all

Jon drinks black coffee because it seems like the mature thing to do

Tim drinks the super sweet coffees because they taste nicer and look pretty

Elias has one of them big spinning office chairs - He’s definitely done the James Bond villain spin

Daisy once told Martin she knew a great place to hide his body - She then proceeded to leave notes around the archives to remind him - Jon would also take the notes down

Not necessarily a headcanon but I just imagine series 5 Jared Hopworth in the garden with a necklace of various body parts and bones

Occasionally Basira would just look out to the fourth wall - I’m imagining it like fleabag style

During their travelling Gerry brought Gertrude a mug from a tourist shop - She kept saying she didn’t like it but once she was back in the archives she would use it all the time

Just Jon wearing some sparkly green nail polish

On the topic of Jon’s nails imagine him with those pointy acrylics - He’d either be in his element or he’d have the same vibe as a dog trying to walk in shoes

Both Micheal and Helen just pinging rubber bands at the backs of peoples head (I’ve got no real explanation for why they do it but then again neither have they)

Jon appreciates badgers - He got a little desk calendar with different pictures of them every month

When Martin was staying in the institute Jon gave him a blanket. He took the blanket with him when he started living at home again and started using it

Tim kept every card Sasha ever gave him

Sasha has a little pot of fake flowers on her desk

Jon pretends to he surprised every time Martin gives him a present - Especially if it’s an out of the blue ‘I saw this and thought of you’ present

Sasha and Tim went ice skating together one Christmas - They claimed it was as friends but Tim did give her flowers

Also some random side notes - Slight spoilers for series 4/5

Listened to 170 and immediately started crying at the end / The descriptions in 172 made me feel physically ill as someone who really doesn’t like spiders / Also I saw a thing on TikTok where someone took Gerry asking to be called Gerry and paired it with I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski and it was more upsetting than I was expecting xx

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Sunshine in the Dark

Pairing: Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: 803

Summary: You share a recent dream with Bucky and he makes it come true.

Author's Note: This is another entry for @pupandkisasaesthetics aesthetics challenge! Thank you to the beauties @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne for hosting! HUGS and LOVE! 💕The picture I got is posted below. I know it's a bright a colorful picture but when I saw it this is where my brain went. I also love this pairing because it's not the usual love story. And you can interpret what he gives her at the break in the story any way you want- could just be cuddles, could be much more intimate...anything you like from him. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰 **Dream description is in italics**

Warnings: it's really soft and sweet with a tinge of sad but it's a happy ending!

PS: this is how I picture my soft werewolf!Bucky in human form. Just beautiful and beefy and that hair and the beard and YUM!

“Tell me what it is that has you smiling like that doll.”

You walk into his open arms, tucking yourself against his chest and resting your cheek to his bare skin.

“I had the most wonderful dream,” you sigh, your smile fading.

“A dream,” he muses. “Tell me about it.”

After you remain silent for some time he strokes your back, gently coaxing you with every brush of his fingers.

“The sky stretched for miles in a brilliant expanse of cerulean blue, devoid of clouds. And the sun…it was dazzling, blessing everything in it’s path with it’s radiant warmth. My skin was glowing as I soaked it in and a soft breeze caressed it just enough to keep me cool…”

Bucky looks down at you, grasping your chin between his long fingers as he tilts your face up to meet his eyes. His brow is drawn in as his thumb sweeps across the outline of your lips.

“And?” he whispers.

“And the sun’s golden rays danced across the water, turning it into a dazzling stretch of blue and green where each gentle ripple was transformed into a glimmering ribbon of light that sparkled and swayed.”

A single red tear rolls down your cheek.

His thumb catches it and he brushes it away, resting his forehead to yours.

“You miss it,” he states sadly.

“So much.”

He presses a soft kiss to your temple, then to your cheek, moving to the other side to do the same before capturing your lips.

“If I could bring this dream to life, I would,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I know,” you answer, ghosting your mouth along his jaw and nipping lightly with your fangs.

Your lips continue to his ear, pressing a kiss just below before you run your nose down his neck with an inhale and rest your head to his shoulder.

“What would you have me do?” he asks. “Anything to have you smiling again doll.”

You fingers graze his forearm, the corded muscles flexing under your touch, then teasingly glide them higher until you reach his collarbone.

When you look up into his eyes, blue like the water you dreamed of, his lips twitch with a smirk and you feel the shift begin, soft fur growing beneath your fingertips. 

“As you wish,” he says, his voice already more of a growl.

The wind rushes past you, your heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. The air is rich with the scent of damp soil and pine and the light of moon filters through the entwined branches above, casting flittering shadows across the ground.

Suddenly, the forest opens up into a small clearing bathed in moonlight. Bucky slows down to a graceful trot, his ears perky and alert. Your breath catches at the sight before you.

“Bucky,” you whisper, slipping from his body but still holding tightly to his dark fur with one hand.

He stills and nudges you forward with his cold nose, staring at the cave entrance. You nod and move toward it, cocking your head when you hear a familiar sound.

You move slowly, taking in every noise and smell with your heightened senses. Bucky’s claws scrape quietly along the rocky floor, echoing off the walls as he follows closely behind and when you reach your destination, you stop dead in your tracks.

The scene is a symphony of darkness and light that unfolds beneath the soft glow of flickering candles and the light of the moon. There in the shadows the pool reveals itself, it’s water shimmering under the illumination of the countless candles surrounding it and an opening in the cave’s ceiling that allows the moon’s glow to infiltrate and bathe it all in a silvery glow.

The light flashes and glitters on the water’s surface, a mirror of liquid moonlight, moving with graceful fluidity. Every ripple becomes a cascade of sparkling diamonds, capturing the moonlight and transforming it into a thousand fleeting stars and each time a soft breeze floats on the air the candlelight falters, casting intricate patterns along the walls of the cave.

You whisper his name again, your voice breaking with emotion.

Then you hear him start to shift behind you, his bones realigning and fur receding. When you turn to look at him his muscles are still rippling under his skin, adjusting to his human form.

He strides toward you, his long hair brushing his shoulders as he bends to scoop you into his arms.

Your lips tremble as they brush his softly. “Thank you.”

He smiles against your lips and walks into the water, cradling you against his chest until you’re submerged up to your chin.

“You’ve given me everything,” you whisper, unwrapping yourself from his arms and spreading yourself out to float above the surface of the water.

“You are everything,” he murmurs.

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @sebstanwhore @kmc1989 @littleseasiren @buckysdollforlife @late-to-the-party-81 @blackwidownat2814

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Burning Hearts Chapter 10

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: *WE ARE STILL SLOWLY BURNING* You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

WC: 2600

Taglist: @cottoncandyloverrrr @zoros-fourth-sword @nothing-but-brass

Burning Hearts Chapter 10: She’s a Lady

— — 

After a night of fitful sleep, you woke up to your alarm mildly hungover with a dull headache. You groan as you slam the alarm off and sit up in bed. You sit there with the blankets bunched around your legs and your mind returns to last night. That fervent kiss in the hallway outside your room. Law had apologized and ran away, leaving you confused and alone. 

You had to say something. There was no way you’d let another year and change go by ignoring what had happened between the two of you… the tension would absolutely eat you alive. 

You’d have to see him today, regardless of how awkward the encounter may be. He promised he would let you accompany him on the supply run, and you’d be damned if he went back on his word because of some drunken slip up. You needed to get off this damn island if it killed you, you were totally going stir crazy. You were already talking to polar bears, it’s only a matter of time before you start talking to the walls. 

You hop out of bed and throw on one of your red jumpsuits. You sit on the floor in front of the mirror in your bedroom and plait your hair into two long French braids, accessorizing them with a few yellow summer flowers. Once you were finished, you throw on your boots and head out the door. 

You maneuvered your way through the base and exited the front door, eyeing the Polar Tang docked in the distance. You approached the big yellow submarine and admired its impressive craftsmanship. You had never been on the Heart Pirate’s ship before, Law never allowed you to come with him when he headed out until now. 

Upon reaching the ship,  you see the gangplank is already up. You must be the last to arrive, so with a quick flutter of your wings you dropped onto the deck and entered the steel door. The ship was much like the base, cool metal from floor to ceiling. The hallway was lined with doors, assumedly bunk rooms or storage. There was a wide door at the end of the hall, different from the others. This must be the main cabin. You stride towards the door and push it open. 

The room inside was lined with monitors and odd machines with knobs and buttons, nothing you’d have any idea what to do with. The main wall of the ship was a large window so that who ever was navigating could see forward. Law was facing away from you and manning the helm of the ship and Bepo was fussing with some of the ship’s instruments. 

“Oh hi Miss Daisy! Now that you’re here we can head out. Are you ready?” Bepo smiles and waves a large paw at you. 

“Yes, I’m ready.” You smile a bit. “Bepo, could you excuse us for a few minutes? I need to talk to your captain.” 

Bepo hesitates and looks at the back of Law’s head. 

“W-well we really should…” Bepo stutters, unsure of what to do. 

“It’s fine, Bepo. Give us the room.” Law speaks without turning around. 

“Yes, Captain. As you wish.” 

Bepo exits the control room and shuts the door behind him. 

Law still doesn’t turn to face you, hands on the wheel of the ship, gripping it tightly. There was a long silence. 

“So we just aren’t going to talk about last-“ You start. 

“No.” 

Another pause. Law continues. 

“I apologized. I don’t know what else you want to hear.” He states coldly. 

You scoff. 

“So that’s it? You kiss me and want me to pretend it never happened-?” You start to raise your voice. 

“That’s EXACTLY what is going to happen!” Law yells and whips his body around to face you finally. “It was unprofessional. It was an accident. I was not myself in that moment. I’d very much like to move on.” 

“You’re lying! I know you’re lying!” You step towards him. 

“Yeah? Lying about what?” Law was getting incredibly frustrated and red faced. 

“The kiss! I don’t think that was an accident, Law.” You point at him accusingly while you spit venom at him. 

“And how would you know?” He seethes. 

You ball your fists. 

“I’ve been kissed by a lot of assholes who didn’t mean it, who didn’t care at all, and that’s not what that was. That was something and you’re hiding from me. You’re my mentor and we’re supposed to be honest with each other.”

There was another silence and Law stared at the floor before speaking. 

“You’re mistaken. I’m done talking about this.” Law turns back towards the helm of the ship and away from your glare. 

“You know what? Fine. Be like that, then. Keep everything all bottled up, all packed away so that no one can ever see who you really are. You think closing yourself off will keep anyone from ever getting hurt again but you’re wrong. You’re hurting yourself by being like this. You can’t protect your friends if you can’t even be honest with yourself.” 

You see Law grip the wheel even tighter. He doesn’t respond. 

“If you come to your senses, Trafalgar Law, I’ll have you know that although I may be a pirate, I am first and foremost a lady.” 

“What are you talking about?” Law turns his head and furrows his brow. 

“I am a lady and I should be properly courted like one. I will accept nothing less.” You square your shoulders and take a deep breath. “I’ll see you when we arrive at the island, then.” You turn and leave a stunned Law alone in the main cabin. You run into Bepo waiting patiently in the hallway.

“You guys finished in there? Is everything okay, I heard yelling-“ Bepo asked. 

“All set. Let’s shove off.” You brush past the bear and find someplace to sit and relax for the trip. 

— — 

It was a quick voyage under the sea before Law docks the ship at a port on some sleepy little inhabited island. You and the rest of the crew clamber out of the sub and walk down the wooden docks with Law at the head of your party. Once clearing the docks, bustling with fishermen and ship repairmen trying to make a sale, you all follow Law towards the village.

The appearance of the Heart Pirates only garnered a few whispers from the locals as you all made your way into town. It seemed as though this was a town that was accustomed to the presence of the powerful pirate (now warlord) and his crew. 

“You guys come here often?” You say softly to Penguin as you stroll through the cobblestone streets. 

“Yeah kinda, it’s busy enough to have what we need but quiet enough to not make a fuss. Not like we have to worry anymore anyway… well everyone except you, haha!” Penguin laughs.

“Sooooo funny… real funny guy you are… I’ll take my 60 million berries and shove them right up your ass.” You quip as you dig your thumb between his shoulders. 

“Owww! Captain!”

“Will you guys stop making a scene? I said low profile.” 

You stick your tongue out at Penguin. 

You pass by a toy store with children and their parents running in and out of the door. The shop had baskets of plushies outside to draw in prospective buyers. You smile at a group of kids and look down into one of the baskets. 

“Oh my goodness!” You reach down and grab one of the stuffed animals from the bin. It was a fluffy, chubby little reindeer plush. You hold it up in front of your face and smile. 

“It looks like my friend!” You grin and shout towards the group who was already passing you up. 

“You should get it, it’s very cute!” Bepo smiles at you. 

Your grin fades. 

“No… I shouldn’t spend my money on silly things like that anymore…” You gingerly set the plush down and pat it on the head before jogging to catch up to the party. 

You walk a little further up the road.

“Oooh can we stop at that one place and get the beef noodles? Those are my favorite!” Shachi chimes in. 

“We’re here to get supplies, not take a vacation.” The Captain replies. 

Law was met with groans from all 3 of his crew members as they followed him to the shopping district. 

A few more silent moments go by before a savory, rich scent filled your nose. It wrapped around you like a warm hug and stopped you in your tracks. You turn to your right and peer into the restaurants windows. You press your face and hands up to the glass and look at the tables full of happy patrons, tables littered with delicious looking food. 

“Woah those noodles do look good…” You say more to yourself than anyone else. 

“See, Cap! Pleeeease! We’re starving, we didn’t have breakfast because Daisy was hungover!”

“What, if I don’t feed you, you’ll starve?” You snap your head in Shachi’s direction. 

“I’m not allowed to use the stove anymore, you know that!” Shachi shoots back. 

“FINE. Go sit down. I’ll get most of the supplies now and run them back to the ship. You guys can pick up the food from the market on your way back. I’ll be waiting.” 

“Yay!” Shachi cries out as he rushes you, Bepo, and Penguin into the restaurant to get a table. 

— — 

The four of you slurp down your bowls of noodles greedily and order more drinks to wash them down with. 

“Soooooo how was last night?” You ask with beef stuffed into your cheeks as you nod to Penguin. 

*cough cough* “What do you mean?” Penguin chokes on a noodle briefly. 

“Last night… like when you walked our friend back to her room? Ringing any bells?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“Nothing happened, I went to bed like 30 minutes later and he was already in bed passed out! Clothes on! Alone!” Shachi chimes in.

“You don’t know that!” 

“Unless there was an OTPHJ situation, I’m pretty sure you struck out again bud.” Shachi shoves another pile of noodles into his maw. 

“OTPHJ?” Bepo raises an eyebrow.

“Over-the-pants-hand-job.” You wipe your mouth with a napkin and clarify. 

“Oh… gross…” Bepo hangs his head. 

“Yeah, it is gross.” You grimace. “Don’t listen to him, Peng. Slow and steady wins the race, and I think you’re winning her over. Don’t rush it. You can steal flowers from my garden any time.” You wink as you take a huge gulp of beer. You look at your watch. “Shit we gotta go or Captain Buzzkill is going to hang us all.” Bepo nods and places a stack of cash from his orange jumpsuit pocket on the table. 

— — 

“Of course he sticks us with the heaviest shit… knowing damn well he could probably room-shambles-whatever all of this back to the ship anyway…” You huff out as you readjust the massive bag of food supplies you had slung over your back. 

“Here, let me help, tiny human.” Bepo swings the bag from your back over his shoulder easily. 

“Thanks, Bepo.” You smile and rub your neck. 

“Please forgive me if I’m intruding, Miss Daisy… but what exactly happened between you and my captain earlier? He seemed distressed during the entire journey…” The large bear looks down at you as you walk. You turn your head and see that Penguin and Shachi were falling far behind, bickering about something. 

“I um… I tried to talk to him about something and it… it didn’t really go that well… as I’m sure you heard?” You phrase the last part as a question, trying to feel out exactly how much of the argument Bepo had heard from the other side of the door. 

“I assure you I wasn’t eavesdropping, Miss Daisy… I just heard you both yelling and he was just so… distraught… afterwards, I couldn’t help but worry.” 

“I’m sorry I caused you to worry.” You look down and continue walking towards the ship. 

“I worry about him a lot, you know.” Bepo continues. “He can be… prickly… but he’s a good man. He can act brash when he’s feeling conflicted, and I can certainly tell you bring out that feeling in him.” 

“You’re the second person to tell me that. Am I supposed to be getting a hint here? Everyone keeps talking to me in circles.” You furrow your brow in annoyance. 

“He’s my best friend, Miss Daisy. Give him time. Slow and steady wins the race, remember?” Bepo smiles. 

“Okay but it’s not like that… you know that right?” You cock your head. 

“Right.” 

— — 

It was late in the evening when your party returned to the safe house. The 5 of you hauled the bags filled to the brim with supplies into the galley and started unloading the perishables into the fridge and freezers. 

“I have work to do. I’ll see you in the morning.” Law slinks out of the kitchen and down the hall to his office. 

“Does he ever sleep?” You roll your eyes. 

“Nope.” The three boys said in unison. 

“Well, he might not, but I’m sure as hell going to. I’m wiped.” You finish putting bags of rice into the pantry. 

“Need to get your sea legs back, huh D?” Shachi chides. 

“Whatever, goodnight nerds.” You playfully flip them off and head to your room. With each step your legs felt heavier and heavier… the pure exhaustion settling into your bones. You push into your door with your whole body and flop your bag down onto the floor. 

You begin to unzip your jumpsuit when you notice something on your bed that wasn’t there when you left. 

Laid neatly up against the pillows and tucked cutely under the blankets of your now made bed was that fuzzy reindeer plushie you had seen earlier in town. 

“Now what the hell…” You rush over to your bed and scoop the stuffed animal up in your arms. It was a little smaller than your friend, Chopper, but it reminded you of his cuteness nonetheless. How did this get here? You clearly remember setting it back down in the bin and going to eat at the restaurant. Bepo was the one who encouraged you to buy it, but you had been with him the entire time while you were on the island…

Someone must have gone back, bought it, and placed it in your bed before you could reach your bedroom…

You look into the plush’s black glossy eyes and smile. You strip off your jumpsuit and crawl into bed, cuddling the stuffed reindeer in your arms as you fall asleep. 

——

xx 

*Author's Note* Tumblr got rid of yellow as a text color? Or am I dumb? Did I ever have yellow? Am I losing my mind?

Also thanks for waiting a week :) I've been mad busy. Should have Chapter 11 out this weekend! Love yall.

[klbwriting]

Finally Home - Jason Todd Blurbs

Jason's First Date

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: teenage Jason Todd x teenage GN!reader

Warnings: none, just adorable

Summary: 14 year old Jason is nervous for his first date

Jason was more nervous than he was going out as Robin. Bruce had been coaching him all week. Open the door for them, don’t touch them unless they say its ok, and absolutely do not kiss them without asking. Now he was dressed in his nicest jeans and the black button up he had bought just for tonight and he was reconsidering everything. Should he brush his hair again? It always stuck out a little bit but maybe he could borrow some of Bruce’s gel, or maybe Alfred’s, his hair hadn’t moved in years. No, but maybe the flower was too much? Or was a daisy not enough? Bruce said it was nice but not too nice. Jason heard a knock at his bedroom door, opening it to find Alfred asking if he was ready. It was now or never, and Jason was not one to say never.

“I’m ready,” he said, following the butler to the garage where Bruce was ready. If only Jason had waited two more years to ask out YN, then he could drive them himself. He sighed and got into the fairly standard Sedan that Bruce had decided on.

“Couldn’t we take the Corvette? I want YN to think I’m cool,” Jason asked, his voice almost whining. Bruce just chuckled a little.

“Jason, you want them to be comfortable and the Corvette, while flashy, is not very comfortable,” Bruce said as he drove toward a small neighborhood. He stopped in front of a house and Jason climbed the steps to the door knocking. He smiled at the lady who answered, asking if YN was ready. Then he saw them and they looked perfect.

“HI Jason,” they smiled, coming over and saying by to their parents. He smiled back at them, offering the daisy. “That’s sweet.” They blushed and Jason felt his own cheeks redden. He looked back at Bruce who nodded towards YN. Jason nodded and offered his arm. They took it and he walked them to the car, opening the back door and letting them in first before climbing in.

“Hello YN,” Bruce said as he started driving them to the movies.

“Hi Mr Wayne, thank you for driving me,” they said. Jason was strangely silent, words twisting in his mind. He was so nervous, but lucky for him YN seemed oblivious. “I’m so excited, I’ve wanted to see this movie since the first trailer.”

“Ya,” Jason managed, voice quiet. YN looked at him and bit their lip before looking at his hand. They took it gently and squeezed, making Jason actually relax. They wanted to be there with him, they wanted to hold his hand. This was a date and they wanted to be on this date with Jason as much as he wanted to be on this date with them. “It looks really good.”

The movie went well and YN held Jason’s hand the entire time. By the time Bruce was dropping YN off back at him Jason was much more relaxed. He walked they to their door and rubbed the back of his head, feeling nerves building again.

“This was really fun Jason,” YN said, looking at him. “Can we go out again sometime?”

“Yes, ya, totally, of course,” he stammered out, making YN laugh. He coughed a little to stop his rambling. “Um, YN, I um, well you and me, and um…”

“Do you want to kiss me?” YN asked softly. Jason froze and could only nod. They were blushing deeply but stepped closer to him. Jason swallowed hard and leaned in, kissing their lips softly before pulling back. YN blushed a little and smiled big. Jason reflected the same expression.

“Can I hold your hand at school?” he asked. YN nodded and Jason went back to the car feeling like the coolest fourteen year old in the world.

[tigwrbwetle]

TMA Season 4!

What a CRIMINAL way to end the season, holy SHIT!

Now I understand why I’ve seen so many artists do scar maps of Jon, it really did all come together in the end. And the way Elias, or Jonah, really, orchestrated it all with the cherry on top of giving Jon a false statement that he couldn’t stop himself from reading; truly the master plan. The words for the Watcher’s Crown ritual itself were very cool, just the right amount of nonsensical almost-rhyming to make it flow nicely.

And the fact that three of the most iconic TMA quotes/moments happen so close together near/at the end of season four is WILD; I was not expecting all of that! First we got “Where are his eyes?” “Where they’ve always been, Martin. Watching over my institute.” THEN “Look at me Martin, what do you see?” “I see… I see you, Jon. I see you!” and to wrap it all up “Jon…?” “Look at the sky, Martin! It’s looking back!” *maniacal, distorted laughter.* Absolutely insane place to leave off. (Also the bonus of Jon using his named attack of “I see you!” on Peter Lukas).

I can’t forget Basira and Daisy, either. Their story is so good, I love me some tragic yuri. (Although for their sakes I hope it gets less tragic tbh; I want them to be happy 🥺). But I’m not that hopeful, considering we got ~2 minutes of Jon and Martin being content at the safe house before things really went to shit. At least Melanie got away, she’s been through so much. And I’m happy she got together with Georgie, that’s so sweet 🥹

The Extinction and the fact that new fears can emerge was an interesting plot thread for this season, both for how it fit with larger events and how it gave us a new kind of spook. I liked the hunger-world amusement park one the most, I kept thinking about it when I went to the fair myself the other day. I also noticed there were more episodes where it wasn’t 100% clear which fear entity was behind the statement, or even that there were multiple involved. Like with ‘A Gravedigger’s Envy’, it could be both The Buried and The End. It was fun to see how the fear entities could be mixed and matched, then of course to find out how that aspect, too, fits into the big-picture meta-plot. After having episodes with this type of spook, it makes more sense how no ritual can succeed if it tries to separate one fear entity from the others.

Season four tied up a lot of loose ends and got the official statements of big names that have been lurking around since season one, like Simon Fairchild, Annabelle Cane, Adelard Dekker, Peter Lukas, and of course Jonah Magnus himself. Personally, I’ve been wondering about the statement of Mr. Paul MacKenzie and which fear entity was responsible for his demise since season one, so I’m glad we got the statement of his son so far down the line to say ‘Spiral’ for certain.

I can’t believe I’m already about to start season five, this has gone too quick!!

[wooahaes]

interrogation room

pairing: non-idol!96z & gn!reader

genre: fluff. goofy silly fluff

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: n/a just a silly interrogation of reader's housemates

daisy's notes: yes this IS a prequel to the seokmin fic-

“You may be wondering why I’ve summoned the three of you here today—”

“We all live here.”

Despite Wonwoo’s interruption, you took a deep breath. You pulled up a picture of yourself that you’d taken maybe a week ago, zoomed in specifically to the flannel you had been wearing there. Of course, you wanted to hold this interrogation until Soonyoung was home—but he hadn’t answered your texts, and this was the rare moment that most of you were in the same space and didn’t have anywhere to be.

“I left my flannel on the couch,” you said. “It’s one of my bigger ones so it’s extra warm and comfy… And now it’s missing.”

“Didn’t it get thrown in with the laundry?” Jun looked around. “It’s your favorite.”

“Why was it on the couch to begin with?” Jihoon piped up. “I thought we agreed—”

You shook your head, “That’s not the point right now, we can bitch about leaving clothes out later.” You turned your attention to Wonwoo, who had been quietly observing after that earlier remark. “Wonwoo?”

“I know of the flannel,” he said. “But if I wanted to borrow it, I would have asked.”

You nodded slowly, turning the thought over in your mind. He had a point. Wonwoo borrowed clothing from you before—a hoodie you owned, and a scarf another time. He’d always made a point of asking before he took things from you, and usually made sure you saw him returning them. “Okay. Jihoon—”

“I don’t wear other people’s clothes.”

Jun furrowed his brow. “You wore my hoodie yesterday?”

Jihoon’s face started turning red. “I don’t wear other people’s clothes often. I wouldn’t have worn your flannel anyway.” 

You marked Jihoon down in your mind as ‘occasional liar when embarrassed.’ You would focus on him again later, let him cool off first before you really turned the heat up on him (by literally asking again and promising you wouldn’t be that mad if he lost it). 

Before you could turn your attention to Jun, your phone went off. When you pulled it out, it was Soonyoung, saying something about how he had his own flannels. Why would he borrow one of yours? Which was fair enough: sometimes you and Soonyoung had similar fashion tastes. He wouldn’t need to borrow your flannel when he probably had one similar enough to it to pull his outfit together. 

“Jun.” You looked up. “Did you take it?” 

“It’s your favorite one,” he repeated. “I wouldn’t take it without you knowing.”

Wonwoo, despite finding a little amusement in how serious you were taking all of this, tapped your arm. “Are you sure it isn’t buried in your closet? I’ve seen it. We could lose Jihoon in there—”

“It’s not that bad!” You pouted. “But yes, it’s not in there, because I organized the damn thing while looking for it.” 

“Why do you need it so badly?” Jun spoke up. “I’m sure we’ll find it, but you’re acting really serious about this.”

For a moment, you debated not telling them. Yet you let out a sigh. “It’s my lucky flannel… and I’ve got a date on Saturday, and I really want it to go well because he’s really sweet, and—”

Jun waved a hand to stop you before you. “We’ll help you find it.”

“Is it Seokmin?” Jihoon asked after a moment, and when you nodded, he, too, nodded to himself. “I see.”

Despite the way your heart warmed at having your housemates care for you, you pouted. “Okay, so one of you had to have accidentally grabbed it. So that means—”

The door suddenly opened with a chime, and the four of you turned to see Soonyoung making his way inside. His headphones were on, and he was bobbing his head to whatever song he was listening to. He paid little to no attention to any of you as he stopped to slip out of his clunky shoes and into his house slippers, eyes pinned to his phone as he stepped up. 

“YOU!” 

Soonyoung’s head jerked up, pulling his headphones off. “Huh?”

Flannel thief located. “I asked you if you’d seen it!”

“Seen what…?”

Jun leaned back in his chair enough to peer around Jihoon, “You’re wearing their flannel. It’s been missing for days.”

Soonyoung stood still for a moment, looking down at himself. The flannel still had one of your favorite pins attached to the breast pocket, a clear sign that this was your flannel he’d accidentally stolen. “... Isn’t this mine?”

Soonyoung: Exit pursued by four housemates yelling. 

taglist: @twancingyunhao @wonuziex @staranghae @synthetickitsune @weird-bookworm

[patdkoala]

New Neighbor

Pairing: Sam Claflin x Female Reader

Warnings: None This is Pure Fluff

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART TWO I kinda want a part two

I just moved into my new apartment complex. It's nice. Clean. Quiet. And it's mostly filled with actors and actresses so the people that live here are rarely home anyway.

I'm a writer. So, I'm always home.

I sit in my apartment, turn on my ambiance lamp, have my record player on a constant rotation of my favorite tunes, and then have my cup of tea.

I will sit there and write for hours on end. If all goes well, I will have written a page and a half during those hours.

I never said I was a good writer. I'm speaking from experience.

One day I was getting home late. (I was sitting at Mcdonald's for two hours just reordering a large fry with a large Dr. Pepper.) I had just stepped out of the elevator and I heard the apartment door next to mine open and then close.

My neighbor was finally home.

For as long as I'd lived here, they had never been home. I've lived here for two years.

I set my giant Dr. Pepper cup on the counter along with my keys and wallet. I turned on my lamp and record player.

I turned it up on full volume like I have been doing for the past two years. I sat down at my desk and started to write about the people I was staring at in McDonald's. Then I heard three knocks at my door.

Quite loudly too if I must say.

"Jeez, I'll be right there!" I yelled as I ran over to the door to answer it.

I opened the door and I shit you not the guy standing there looked like that Billy Dunne fella from that Amazon show I was watching late last night.

"Excuse me, but do you mind turning that down? I'm trying to run lines and we have thin walls," He said as I just stood there and stared at him.

"Are you-" "Yes, I am the man from the tv. Now, do you mind turning that down?" He said in a grumpy old man tone that made me roll my eyes and go to turn it off.

I left the front door open and when I went back over to it, he was gone. So I shut the door and did what any sane person would do, I googled him.

'Main guy from Daisy Jones show'

Sam Claflin. Okay, so I googled something else.

'Sam Claflin movies'

So I watched some.

Okay, I watched all of them. Plus, I finished all of Daisy Jones and started Peaky Blinders.

A few days later, I realized I hadn't written anything for days. I'd been sitting on the couch ordering food to my door and only getting up to use the restroom or answer the door.

I decided to cool it on the Sam Claflin marathon. I got up and took a shower. I then deep-cleaned my whole apartment.

I finally decided to write something. So, I set up my lamp and my record player. I may or may not have forgotten about my neighbor, Sam Claflin.

I started writing and then I heard three distinct knocks at the door. It's funny how I can tell it's his knocks already.

I opened the front door and smiled up at the tall gentleman in front of me. "Hello, Sam Claflin. Would you like for me to turn down the music again?"

"Yes, I- Did you google me?" He asked as I nodded proudly. "I did as a matter of fact. I also watched your whole discography."

"What? No, you didn't. That would have taken you a matter of days."

"I did actually. I'm a big loner with no friends and all I do is spend all day writing in my sad lonely apartment. If I don't go outside for weeks nobody is gonna notice," I said as he just stood there with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Did you watch the Hunger Games?"

"Yes."

"Enola Holmes?"

"Yes, of course, my dear Mycroft," I said with a wink.

"Peaky Blinders?"

"Yes, love the stache by the way."

"Thanks. Did you-"

"Yes. I watched everything. Even the bad romance ones and the-"

"You don't like romance movies? What woman doesn't like romance movies?"

"Ones with brains. They are all the same. They all start the same and all end the same."

"Oh, you've had your heart shattered," He said as he crossed his arms.

"What? No. I've never even been in that sick puppy love before. I've only been in serious relationships with serious men. Not dumb pretty boy actors. Also, what's with you dying in all of your films? And do you only star in book renditions?"

"Did you just call me a pretty boy actor?"

"Is the only thing you heard me say?"

He just stood there and smiled at me. His cheesy British pretty boy actor smile. And I mistakenly smiled back.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" He asked as I then crossed my arms to match his energy.

"Okay. But, I don't want to go out."

"Okay. We can eat at my place. I'll pick you up at-"

"I can walk next door by myself. You just have dinner ready by 8."

He nodded and then he walked away from the door. I shut it and went back to writing.

I wrote a couple of pages. Nothing much.

I then started to get ready around 7:30. I wasn't going to put much time or effort into this because I don't see it as a date. I see it as a get-together with my cute neighbor who just so happens to be Sam Claflin.

I walked over to his apartment around 8:15.

I knocked three times.

"You're late," He said as I rolled my eyes and walked into his apartment without any introduction.

"Well, I figured you already don't like me so what's the harm in being a few minutes late."

"How can I not like you when I don't even know your name?"

"(Y/N). There now you have every right not to like me."

"Okay, well, (Y/N). I hope you like chicken."

"What if I was a vegetarian? Would you have something else for me to eat?"

"Are you a vegetarian?"

"No."

"Then we won't have to worry about that now do we?"

I smiled at him and then sat down at the two-seater table in the middle of his dining room. His apartment was a little bigger than mine. I guess that comes with being a big-time Hollywood actor.

He had nice things. A big Tv. A big couch. Probably even had a big bed.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't still have my twin bed from my college apartment.

His plants are fake, though. This means that he likes the ambiance that plants create but he doesn't want the commitment of keeping them alive.

"What are you doing?"

"Scoping out your apartment. Seeing if I'm going to steal it from you or not," I said as he laughed and then sat down in front of me.

He poured us both glasses of wine.

"Is this a date?" I asked as he set the bottle down.

"Do you want it to be?"

"Well, I'm just curious because you asked me out before you even knew my name. So, you are either insane or incredibly horny and will most likely fuck anything that moves," I said matter-of-factly.

"Are you a musician?" He asked obviously trying to change the subject.

"No, why do you ask that?"

"The loud music."

"Those are just some of my favorite bands. They help me write when I can't think of anything."

"Ah, you're a writer. That makes sense," He said as I glared at him from across the table.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you talk a lot and you seem to always be stuck in your own head. I've seen a lot of writers and they all have those tells."

"Okay, so you figured me out. My turn."

I studied him. I've watched all his movies. I know his Star Chart. I know what college he went to. I know when he first started acting. I know what his first movie was. I know who his first girlfriend was and I know to who he lost his virginity. He's another dumb male celebrity that has nothing secret or hidden from the media.

"I've got nothing," I said as I looked into his eyes.

Because that was the truth. I looked into this man's eyes and all I saw were these gorgeous green eyes that were just staring right back at me.

"Well, since you know everything about me do you mind if I ask you something?" He asked as he ate a piece of meat off his fork.

"Go ahead."

"Why did you watch all my movies?"

"Because I wanted to figure you out and I found it interesting that I live next to Sam Claflin the actor."

"Pretty boy actor" He added as if he were correcting me.

"Right. Pretty boy actor." I said as he turned a slight shade of pink.

"Are you usually home alone? Or do you live with someone?"

"Why? Do you want to kill me, Sam Claflin?"

"No. And why do you keep using my full name?"

"Because it's throwing you off."

"Yeah, it is."

We went on to talk about what I like to write. Which is mostly mystery and murder mystery. I stray far away from romance. It's sticky and all the same.

He learned my Star Chart. What college I went to. When I first started writing. The first novel I wrote. Who my first boyfriend was and to whom I lost my virginity.

"I hope to see you again, (Y/N) (L/N)," He said as he leaned against my door frame. (He insisted on walking me to my door)

"Well, if I ever want to see you again I know to just turn my music up too loud," I said as he smiled and then I turned around and shut the door.

I leaned against it and I swear this man stood in front of my closed door for a solid minute before walking away. I wonder if he was hoping I'd open it and let him in.

If we were going to have sex, though, I'd hope it'd be in his bed because mine can barely support my own weight.

[beanghostprincess]

Hey sweetie!! I realized I have been absent from your inbox for quite some time and that simply will not do, I am legally required to annoy people I like, it's the Law.

Therefore, I thus drop even MORE transfem Buggy ideas, silliest, and snippets in the hopes of making you smile and/or laugh bc you deserve nice things I wanna throw them at you ♡♡♡♡♡

• Buggy coming out as trans over the course of a loooooong time, where she had Inklings of it young (Buggy+Toki bonding my beloved), and for a while just went "it is what it is, it's my nose that makes me hate mirrors so much-" and thus reclaiming the nose with the clown aesthetic and commitment to the circus bit. And it's enjoyable, really, the colors and patterns are So Good, and the makeup feels WONDERFUL, and all dolled up, Buggy doesn't want to punch the mirror quite so much.

It's only with Alvida and their Mean Girls Gossip Club being founded that there are some late night, semi-drunk conversations and Buggy says something like "everything sucks but I think things would be better if I were born a girl, ya know-?"

Cue Alvida taking that as a "women have it easy" type of thing (it's not), and so she and Buggy make a bet - dress as a girl, go out for a night, and play the part. They pick a small, no name island, pick an equally small, no name town, and hit the bars there. And Buggy is.... thriving.

It's not all sunshine and daisies, and Buggy sees first hand what women experience, but there's a shift in the movements, in Her Chest, and suddenly things are clicking, she's stepping aside, she's off to the restroom, and she is staring into the mirror there, blue eyes wide and hair loose around her shoulders and she really Looks. Fingertips brush the cool, smooth surface before her, trembling with fear, with anticipation, with joy and grief and anger and love. She barely notices when Al comes up to her side, when a pale hand brushes her shoulder. It's the question which throws her.

"What are you thinking?"

And in the tiny little bar bathroom at Seas-knows-what-time, Buggy has a sudden accidental baptism, and Alvida takes her hands through it all.

Buggy comes home to her ship, her crew, with knowledge, with a new awareness, a new fear, a new joy.

Her crew are nothing if not welcoming, and when she tells them, faux-casual and already edging into defensive aggression, they are simply delighted. They are ecstatic. They don't even question it, just beam and offer hugs and ask if they should still call her Buggy and Captain and Ringmaster, because she is theirs and they are hers they will be as good for her as she is for them, by the Seas as their witness.

And Buggy is happy, is safe, is emotional, is loved.

• coming out publicly is an ordeal, especially with the media storm already occurring elsewhere. She doesn't even think to do it. It's her crew that bristle when someone misunderstood her, the first two times a passable correction, then a point of disrespect. People do not disrespect their captain lightly.

• An article is written about her, and the contents are.... unkind at best. Interestingly enough, another article is never published by that journalist, and there is now no trace of their existence beyond that point. It was not Buggy and her gang who did it, though.

• Crocodile and Mihawk are both bisexual, and they do not initially know of Buggy's gender identity until well into the Guild's existence, after that article full of heresay and guessing. Not many want to correct such powerful men, after all.

When it DOES come out, they don't even really treat Buggy any differently. Just nod, verify name, ask for pronouns, and it's back to business. It's refreshingly normal and bittersweet.

• when they eventually being courting Buggy asks if her gender is.... going to be a problem. Crocodile just sneers. "It'd be hypocritical of me to not date someone transgender. I may pass as cis, but I made myself into the man I am today. Who cares?"

Mihawk just kind of laces his fingers with hers and states that "your body is but a vessel, and I care only for the wielder. The forms of your body matter not to me beyond your own joys in it."

• they also go on to be rather protective of their girlfriend. Business transactions have, and will, be dropped if a group is not respectful of her or has a history of it. Money is money, certainly, but business is a gamble and the deck is stacked against them with such animosity. After all, would you trust someone visibly aggressive with you over an ambivalent stranger when both hold a gun?

• just for shits and giggles, open relationships, and Shanks being fucking FERAL for Buggy and it's an absolute hot mess because he loves his clown wife so much-

• extra funnies, many others ALSO love his clown wife. Including, to his dramatic betrayal and theatric tears, many in his own crew.

• Rayleigh shows up at Karai Bari without warning to give Buggy a piece of his mind - not about her being a woman, no, that's fine, he loves her regardless, but about how she hasn't called him even ONCE just to give him the news that he has a DAUGHTER, she KNOWS he wanted a little girl, Buglet, why have you hurt him so-?

"You never gave me your number???"

"I didn't??"

"NO?????"

"Oh."

"Yeah, OH, you senile old fart!!!"

"Hey, missy, no need for that kind of disrespect-"

• Luffy, Zoro, and Ussop bond over "my dad/dad-figure has done it with the clown lady" and Sanji is just laughing at their misery while Jimbei is trying so hard not to make eye contact lest they see his own clown fucking history ((it was one time but he wouldn't be against a repeat-))

I'm eepy so that's all I have now but ily nini ♡♡♡♡

HELLO SWEETIE HOW I'VE MISSED YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I am so glad you're back for more ideas and headcanons of our wonderful Buggy 💖💖

Toki and Buggy bonding my beloved but I absolutely adore what you said about Buggy blaming her nose at first instead of like, actually thinking why her image bothers her so much,,, She doesn't want to think further about it so she just guesses it had to be the nose because it's the one thing that's wrong with her,, But then she has the whole "I wish I were a girl because it would be easier" mindset still after claiming the clown aesthetic,,, My girl,,,

And the way she finds out I am,,, Gonna cry,,, The way it starts as a bet and Alvida is genuinely mad at her at first for her commentary about women but then she sees Buggy visibly upset because she's having the realization™ in the middle of a crowd. And I can't stop thinking about how it'd be sweet and comforting and,, You know. It'd feel like a family, something they don't really seem a lot of times because of their catastrophic dynamic. But Buggy would feel seen and loved and she knows Alvida will be there for her through it all no matter what. It's kind of weird to be comforted by a younger woman and I think Buggy would feel a bit ashamed for that?? But Al would tell her that there is no age to support each other, especially in womanhood.

I love how protective her crew is but mostly how little Crocodile and Mihawk care about this 😭 They really said "well if this doesn't affect us I don't care what you are but at least we are going to refer to you properly because we are not monsters, thank you". And also Crocodile is trans so it just makes sense. And what the hell with Mihawk's words??? This man is so romantic when he wants to--

My favorite thing about this is everybody being extremely protective of Buggy. She deserves it. She's a queen. An icon. And everybody is in love with her. And Rayleigh is soooo father and I adore him,, He'd go there solely to see his girl.

And never forget Zoro and Luffy bonding over this, but the funniest part of all is how I am 100% sure that after transitioning Buggy is wayyy hotter and way more confident and Sanji would be head over heels for her like everybody else. So yeah, he laughs all he wants but he wishes he could pull Buggy like that-

And I hope you slept well!!! Mwah mwah mwah!!! Loved to see you here again sweetie 💖💖💖💖💖

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Wait for your love.

Content Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drugs, billy dunne being toxic

↳ currently playing ;

Groupie Love - 1976

0:56 ——•———————— 3:24

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Y/N: “My first thoughts of the band? Well Warren I had known since I was like two, I thought Graham was cool, Eddie was such a sweetheart, Karen was that girl and just like my big sister, same with Daisy…but she was more of the “bad influence friend” your parents say to stay away from.”

“And Billy…well he just…he has this electrical aura around him. Like everytime you get close to him or even touch him, he has this electric touch.”

“But if I’m going to be completely honest, it was ridiculously difficult to work with Billy at first. We both had different ideas for the song I was going to be featured on.”

Billy: “She wanted it to be a love song. I wanted it to be something more deeper... more angsty. Y’know, more rock and roll.”

Y/N: “More deeper? More angsty? Yea right. Billy’s definition of a “deep” song is a song about doing girls. And that’s literally what half the songs on the album were about.”

“But that’s really what Billy was about.”

“I had been spending some time with the band, y’know going to some of their gigs and then hanging out backstage with them. Like I said, Billy has something about him that just…pulls people towards him. I would watch how he would be with a different girl every single night.”

“Like clockwork it would go; wake up, eat, get on stage, perform, find a girl while performing, invite that girl backstage, hang out for a while, take her to a dressing room, bathroom, closet, hotel room, do what he needed to do, call the girl a cab, rinse and then repeat. It was a constant cycle, and every night, I would see these girls come back, front row, and they were just desperate to be back with Billy.”

“I didn’t understand it at the time. At least not yet.”

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It was like any other night, but hearing the band play was always electrifying. You had been hanging out with the band for a few weeks. Already you had grown pretty close to them.

Currently you were at Whisky a Go Go, a place that the band played at often, it was practically their second home. Normally whenever they played, the place would be pretty filled. But tonight it was packed. Girls with short skirts, tight tops and short dresses and guys with leather jackets, denim jackets, and ripped jeans. You were wearing a short black slip dress that had roses embroidered on the bust, an oversized red leather jacket and black go-go boots.

You watched as the band performed, they were amazing, as per usual. Your gaze went to Billy, who was looking out into the crowd, as if he had been looking for something. But you knew that look, after going to a few shows you picked up on what he was looking for.

A girl to bring backstage.

After you had picked up on that, you had gotten into a small disagreement with Billy.

“I just don’t think you should be hopping from girl to girl every single night! It’s not right to be playing with their feelings like that, I see the way they look at you” you said to him as he shook his head and laughed.

“Honey, you’re too sweet for rock ‘n roll. I’m not doing anything wrong, they’re groupies, they ain’t looking for anything serious, just a good time.” he chuckles.

“But what about the ones that come back every night? The ones that literally scream their heads off once you come on stage and then try to follow you backstage?”

He scoffs and snickers. “What about them?”

Ever since that night, you told yourself to not interfere with any of Billy’s interactions with girls at the concerts. Tonight was no different. After the show was over, Billy had wasted no time plucking a girl from the crowd and bringing her backstage.

Backstage was always chaos too. Booze and pills were passed around. You were huddled in a corner drinking a coke. Warren and Graham were chugging down bottles of beer, Karen stood next to them laughing, Eddie was staring at you but you brushed it off, god knows where Daisy was, and Billy was doing lines off the girl’s tits.

You rolled your eyes at the sight of it. You knew that after tonight that girl would never hear from Billy again. But she would be at every single fucking show. Front row. Screaming her head off. Hoping that he would bring her backstage again. Hoping that he would “love” her.

“More like groupie love…” you mumbled under your breath as you took a sip of your coke.

Then it hit you like a bus. You and Billy were both struggling on what to write for the feature. Putting your glass down, you looked around for something to write with. Grabbing a napkin and a lip liner you found in your purse, you began to write.

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Y/N: “I wrote ‘Groupie Love’ in one night. It was perfect, it combined what I wanted and what Billy wanted. A subtle love song about a girl being treated like she was a groupie and the guy getting what he wanted from her. Best of both worlds right?”

“And you would think that because it had what me and Billy wanted, recording would be easy, right?”

“Well let me tell you something. Nothing with Billy Dunne is fucking easy.”

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“Why can’t you just listen to me and sing it the way I’m telling you to?” Billy groans.

“Because I wrote it to be sung a different way?” you snap back.

This had been going on for hours. A back and forth of how certain lyrics should be sung. How certain beats should sound. Everyone was getting tired of it.

“Well the way you wrote it sounds fucking stupid.” Billy says as he lights a cigarette.

“No it’s not, you don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

He laughs, “Babydoll, I don’t know what kind of rock and roll you’ve been listening too, but you need to listen to some real fucking rock and roll, because this isn’t it.”

“I think it sounds good” Eddie chimes in.

“No one asked for your opinion Roundtree.” Billy says harshly to Eddie.

“You don’t have to be such an asshole about it Billy.” you say coldly to him.

After a few minutes of arguing, you both continue to record the rest of the song. Once all the vocals were recorded, you and Billy both stepped outside of the studio.

Lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, Billy looks over at you. “You know…you wrote a pretty decent song.”

“Thanks, I think.” you say as you look off into the sunset.

“I mean it, it’s a good song. I’m sure Teddy will love it too.” he says as he exhales smoke.

“I hope he does, and that everyone else does too. This feature could open so many doors for me.”

“I wouldn’t doubt that he wouldn’t, you’re a talented young girl and pretty. People are for sure going to go crazy for you. But the question is, are you ready for it?” he says as he takes the cigarette and puts it out.

“I know I am. I was made for this.”

You only hear a small chuckle come from Billy. You look at him, he has a smirk on his face.

“Course you are…after all, that’s what everyone says.”

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Billy: “Groupie Love debuted at number 2 on the charts. It was a hit. Everyone was going crazy over Y/N’s vocals.”

Y/N: “It was bigger than I thought it would be. I was getting calls from different agencies that were offering me record deals. But I ended up signing with Teddy, he was someone I knew that could take me to fame.”

“And what’s funny is that he asked me the same question that Billy asked me, if I was ready for what was coming.”

“Of course I said yes.”

“But nothing would prepare me for what was to come.”

(oh my god yay! second chapter out after a million years 😭 lmk what u guys think of it so far :) billy and readers relationship is definitely gonna go fast cause he’s a little insane like that so yea stay tuned for chapter 3!)

[twstinginthewind]

Grand Finale!

“... and that’s our first NRC Music Fest!! Thank you, and good night!!”

The lights on the stage flashed in a rainbow of colors, and the audience exploded into cheers and applause. The main trio of the Pop Music Club - Cater, Lilia, and Kalim - waved towards the crowd, and made their way backstage.

“That was amazing!!” crowed Kalim, excitedly tapping his drumsticks along every surface he could find. “I really feel like a rock star! Can you believe we actually made all of this happen?”

“Of course we did! We’re highly accomplished representatives of Night Raven College, isn’t that what old Crowley says?” Lilia laughed. He looked back towards the stage. “House lights aren’t back up yet…”

Cater grinned, picking a few notes out on his guitar. “We know what that means, right besties?”

Behind the three of them, the audience began to chant. “One more song! One more song! One more song!”

“We gotta give them what they want. As the hosts of this party, it’s only right,” Kalim said thoughtfully.

Lilia nodded. “Absolutely. After all, it’s a fine tradition of the last band of the night to perform an encore.”

“But it’s not just our party.” Cater looked at all of the other performers backstage, and waved them over. “Come on, everyone! Smash follow, and come on stage again with us! We’ll give the crowd a finale that’ll knock their socks clean off!!”

As the Pop Music Club stepped back onstage, the audience roared with approval. “Keep that livestream rolling, AV Club, and follow my lead! We’ve got another song for everyone!” Cater called out as the other two began to play. “Are you ready, Lils? Kalim? Everyone? All right fellas, let’s go!” He started in on a familiar riff, and gestured to the side of the stage.

A cool female vocal began over the music. “It’s been getting so hard, living with the things you do to me.” Mina walked onstage to a wave of appreciation from the audience, already feeling the groove. She was followed by Joker, riffing along on her accordion with the guitar line as Mina went on. “My dreams are getting so strange, I’d like to tell you everything I see.”

The vocals shifted to a man’s voice, and Lázaro came on stage, tapping along with the drumbeat on the body of his guitar. “I see a man in the back, as a matter of fact! His eyes were as red as the sun!” His percussive tapping was joined by a tamborine, and Simon came in with him on the next line. “And the girl in the corner that no one ignores, ‘cause she thinks she's the passionate one!”

The lights flared on at center stage to reveal Alcestris and Lorne, facing off with guitar and keytar respectively, adding vocal harmonies as Lilia came in with the pre-chorus. “Oh yeah! It was like lightning! Everybody was frightening! And the music was soothing! And they all started grooving! Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah!” he screamed, as three lovely girls came in downstage.

Rosalind, Daisy, and Violet, in their shimmering dresses, delivered the chorus of the song in perfect three-part harmony. “And the man in the back said, ‘Everyone attack’, and it turned into a ballroom blitz! And the girl in the corner said, ‘Boy I want to warn you’, it’ll turn into a ballroom blitz!”

“Ballroom blitz! Ballroom blitz!” echoed the rest of the collected performers, as they adjusted their positions to make room for the next wave of entertainers to be introduced.

Nixie came on next, microphone in hand and already dancing. “Oh reaching out for something, but touching nothing's all I ever do.” From backstage, the silly little rabbit K came out to join the dance, with a flustered Cass’ gesturing from the wings for her to stop as Nixie went on, laughing. “Ooh! I softly call you over, when you appear there's nothing left of you.”

Cater was about to sing the next line, but a clever pair of hands had already plucked the mic from his stand. Xiáng grinned cheekily at him as he picked up the melody. “And the man in the back is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky! And the girl in the corner is everyone's mourner - she could kill you with a wink of her eye!” Cater used the opportunity away from his mic to drag a reluctant Sorrel onstage, cowbell in hand; he was not about to let his co-writer get away uncelebrated.

Meanwhile, Kalim took his turn on vocals, trying to imitate Lilia’s impressive metal scream. “Oh yeah! It was electric! So frantically hectic! And the band started leaving, ‘cause they all stopped breathing! Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah!”

Flying in from above, Ortho descended onto the stage, dropping down next to a terrified Wiro to sing the next chorus. “And the man in the back said, ‘Everyone attack’, and it turned into a ballroom blitz! And the girl in the corner said, ‘Boy I want to warn you’, it’ll turn into a ballroom blitz!”

Everyone came in together, brilliantly lit under the swirling lights, echoing the words “Ballroom blitz!” as the crowd cheered excitedly. They spent the rest of the song trading lines and featuring instrumental solos, and as their song finally came to an end, an explosion of magical fireworks were set off in the sky above the stadium.

Cater grabbed his microphone back, smiling triumphantly. “Thank you, everyone!! We are Night Raven College’s Pop Music Club, and we wanna thank all the performers, backstage folks, sound and light crew, the merch and refreshment teams, and all our new club members. And especially you, our audience! We couldn't do it without you! Thanks again, and good night!!”

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And now I want to thank everyone who participated with your stories, art, music, and even just with your support in reblogging and enjoying everyone’s entries! This was my first time running a fan event, and I really loved seeing the creativity and heart that went into everything!

Once again, shout out to @konoharfts @the-trinket-witch @cyns-ramshackle @explorer-of-art @twst-cweam-sod4 @k-looking-glass-house @ramshacklerumble @tixdixl @althea-and-alcestris & @ocean-blue-orchids, and to everyone who took the time proofread my stories and help me along with my artwork.

I hope I did the kids all right in this little story. May we rock out again together sometime soon!

THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT!!!

[dib-thing-wannabe]

Screw it, Rayman and Raymesis headcanons (Mainly Raymesis tbh)

Rayman definitely still refers to Betilla as "Mama", you cannot convince me otherwise.

Rayman and Raymesis are brothers to me, you don't understand-

While watching the animated Rayman tv show, @odtherat and I quickly noticed that Rayman just cannot pronounce his R's. So, since Raymesis is a clone of Rayman, we'd thought that it would make sense that he'd have trouble pronouncing something too. We went with his t's, especially his th's, due to him having sharp teeth. For example, he'd say "Dat" instead of "That". He'd deny that he has problems with pronunciation though and claim that he's saying it like that to be cool or something.

THEY. HAVE. TAAAAAILS!

They are both candy lovers (Raymesis more so), though Rayman prefers candies to suck on while Raymesis prefers candies to chew on.

Raymesis would claim that his favorite color is either blue or black, and while they are certainly one of his favorites, his actual favorite color is pink. He'd also unironically pick out a lot of foods just due to the fact that they are pink.

Raymesis sleeps with stuffed animals. No, you can't tell me otherwise.

Rayman's favorite flower is a African Daisy while Raymesis can't decide between Carnations and Camellias. (Raymesis would deny having a favorite flower to begin with)

Rayman is a Mama's boy and isn't ashamed to say it while Raymesis's is a Daddy's boy but would deny it until the end of his days.

Mr. Dark absolutely spoiled the hell out of Raymesis, half the time without even realizing that he was, resulting in Raymesis's more bratty nature.

Rayman is Audhd while Raymesis has autism.

The both of them like energy drinks. Rayman likes Redbull, while Raymesis likes Monster.

Physically, Raymesis is more sensitive then Rayman, but Rayman would run away from a fight before Raymesis would.

Rayman is actually very protective of Raymesis, though he claims not to be. So, if someone was as to upset and/or hurt Raymesis in some way, they would quickly find out just how scary Rayman's threats are if he's holding himself back.

Though they both can get absolutely hammered when they want to, Rayman is considered the drinker out of the two of them, mainly because Raymesis can't handle the hangover as well as he can.

Raymesis has definitely cussed Rayman out for calling him emo, but not because he takes it as an insult, but instead because Rayman didn't know the differences between emo, goth, rock, scene, and all other sub genres, and that pissed him off so much that he went into a tangent because of it.

They both paint their nails black, though Raymesis is the only one who shows it off.

Rayman is a thighs guy, and once drunkenly rambled to Raymesis about wanting to just get his head crushed by a nice pair of thighs. Raymesis, being an arms/stomach guy and not drunk, just gets extremely concerned for Rayman.

Raymesis just loves his hair being brushed by someone else. Is he himself aware of this? No, no he is not.

Raymesis DEFINITELY cries when he's mad. (Me? Self projecting? Nooooo-)

They both definitely cling to each other when scared without realizing it.