#i love denim i love cowboy boots i love checked shirts

[muirneach]

sprawled out in the library reading canadian geographic dressed like a 1970s cowboy. the life!

[dstryvampres]

Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy

Paring: Neil Lewis x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: smut, you have a cowboy kink :3

“What do you think?” Neil says, strutting down the narrow hallway out of his office.

Looking up from the magazine you were mind-numbingly immersed in, mostly due to the weird jingling coming from where Neil was coming from, you were greeted with an oddly pleasant view. Neil, uncharacteristically, dressed up as a cowboy. Black cowboy hat, a pair of black loose fitting jeans to match, a light denim button up shirt tucked into his pants with a couple buttons undone at the top, a black bandana tied around his neck, and cowboy boots that edged on godawful. Somehow Neil’s outfit of the week wasn’t that bad, it was kind of attractive…

“Hello? Anyone in there,” Neil waves his hand infront of your face, you try to grab his wrist but he snatches his hand away before you can get a full grasp. “So?”

“I think it’s better than last Saturday’s Dracula costume, that’s for sure,” trying to sound as uninterested as you possibly can despite the fact that you were undeniably very into the cowboy thing.

“Oh, come on. I had you speechless for a good minute there,” Neil points out, before mimicking a one-man gun fight.

“It’s fine,” is all you give him.

Neil sighs dramatically and pouts. Walking over to the couch infront of the TV and flopping down onto it, his melodrama is almost good enough to make you pity him, but he’s pulled this trick one too many times for it to do the full damage he intended. Soon enough you're trying your best to flip through the magazine in your hands. Unlike last time, you can’t seem to find it as interesting as it was before you saw Neil. The cowboy outfit fit him a little too well. Amount of undone buttons showed off his collarbones so well, hat fit weirdly well ontop of his head, and his pants hugged his ass in a way that made you drool. Maybe your boss dressing up as a cowboy was a new awakening for you. God you really hope not.

“Welcome to Gumshoe!” Neil welcomes the customer, springing off the couch and fixing his hat, “We have a special deal on Westerns this week, if you want to look into that just let me or my lovely employee at the counter know.”

You smile at the customer, before your eyes start to drift over to Neil. How you were going to last a full day working here while he looked like that, you didn’t know. As he blabbed to the customer about whatever movie they could be looking for, you willed yourself to look anywhere else, to do anything else besides stare weirdly at your boss and give yourself a girl boner over his outfit. There’s always returns you can sort through and late calls you can make, is what you settle on.

Pulling out the box from under the counter you start to sort through the returns of the past couple of days absentmindedly. Despite trying your hardest not to stare at your boss and focus on your task, you can’t help it. As he stanters around the shop in those stupid black jeans, fixes the buttons on his shirt, even daring to pop another button open, you can feel the wetness in your pants increase by the minute. It’s embarrassing. You move over to the back corner to start storing the movies, hoping this new perspective with a noticeable lack of view of your employer will help calm you down, but it does nothing. Possibly making it worse, this lack of seeing the real Neil makes your imagination kick in. Oh, what he could do for you. Legs over his shoulders. Is he soft or rough? What would he say during it? Is it just the costume or has he always looked this good? There’s a tap on your shoulder and you whip your head around.

It’s Neil.

“Can you check out the customer? I’ll take this over, don’t worry.” A blush spreads over your cheeks, and you can only seem to nod offering a weak, guilty smile to him. Standing up on shaky legs you make your way over to the register trying to make as little contact with Neil as possible. Knowing that if you touch him you will moan.

Your face feels hot, likely flushed, so you check out the customer as fast as you can. Plan foiled by their lack of a loyalty card. Soon enough they are out the door and gone, but you could’ve sworn you input their address wrong.

“Is the A/C not working?” Neil had sneaked up on you, grasping your shoulder. You jump, causing him to let out a small laugh.

“Uh- Yeah, I think so? Why are you asking?”

You knew why he was asking, you were sweating profusely and were red in the face. Even leaving a sweaty hand mark on the register, and possibly the DVD the customer rented out. All fueled by the simple cowboy costume worn by the man behind you. Curse ‘Western week’ at Gumshoe Videos, and curse Neil and his need to dress up for every event the store held, no matter how miniscule. 

“You’re just very sweaty and red. Is there any other reason? Possibly got the hots for anyone,” Neil teased, poking your shoulder.

To anyone other than you, it would’ve been quite obvious that he wasn’t referring to himself and was, instead, referring to the customer who just left. After all, most of your more noticeable nerves showed up after their arrival. But your nerves paired with just how close Neil was to you lead to the disastrous reply.

“No! Of course not! And it’s definitely not you either.” Followed by nervous choppy laughter.

“What?” 

Neil was not laughing.

“I have to go stock shelves.”

Neil stands there for a couple seconds before following behind you, despite how you desperately try to lose him. The shop is small and cramped, losing anyone in here is close to impossible. Just getting down to work is the best option right now, you plop down beside a box full of DVDs and try to ignore your boss.

“Look. I’m not offended or thrown off by what you said, but are you serious?”

You look up at Neil, guilt and embarrassment coating your face.

“You are! What is it? My charms? My humour? My looks?”

You go back to stocking DVDs.

“Is it the cowboy outfit?”

You look back up in absolute horror. He’s grinning at this realisation, both amusement and disbelief smeared all over his cocky smile. 

“Well how would you like to ride a real cowboy?” Neil asks, he’s putting on a horrible southern accent that’s somehow made the outfit so much more attractive.

You stand up and crash your lips together. The kiss catches Neil off guard, stumbling back a step or two before he’s reciprocating at the same force as you. Getting eager you pull at the hair on his nape. He moans into your mouth. God it’s better than you thought it would sound. God, do you want to ride this cowboy.

“Hey,” Neil breaks away, breathing heavily, “Can we, uh, can we take this back to my office?”

You nod, basically pushing Neil back to his own office. Both of you are giggling the whole way there. Normally being so giddy over something like this would make you sick, but you’re hot and have a growing tingling in your lower stomach urging you onwards. Once the door is closed to his office your lips are back on his, hand tangling into his hair. Stumbling forwards into him until you hit his desk. His hands find your hips and he groans. Lips now start to kiss your neck. Kisses sloppy and open mouthed, bordering on bites. You’re so high on excitement about this it’s making you dizzy. Never have you ever thought that you would be so excited to sleep with your boss. What a uniform can do to a man is criminal.

Neil’s hands slowly move from your hips to your breasts. Squeezing them lightly once before groping harshly. Looking down you make eye contact with him, his eyes are so round and soft, pupils blown out wide, basically pleading to let him take off your shirt.

“Go ahead,” You sigh out, he’s rubbing your nipples through your shirt.

Quickly his hands move down to the hem of your shirt, and it’s off you and on the floor. Neil starts to move his kisses down to your collar bones and breasts. Groaning the whole way down, acting like he’s never been with anyone as beautiful as you. Truthfully, it’s unlikely that he has.

His hands unclasp your bra, sliding it down your arms and exposing your boobs. Nipples hard from the cold and from the excitement of this whole ordeal. You place your hands on Neil’s jaw dragging him back up into a kiss. It’s sloppy, his spit is all over your top lip. If this was anyone else it would’ve disgusted you, but, again, something about the whole cowboy costume made it so much hotter.

“God, you’re so hot,” Neil pants into your mouth, tweaking at your nipples. You moan in response.

He’s leading you over to the couch in his office. Pushing you onto the couch, you watch him completely unbutton his slutty denim shirt before joining you. Lips crashing into yours in the same frenzy as before. Your hands come to the waistband of his pants. Desperately trying to undo his buckle. You get it undone, and as a reward Neil undoes his pants. You feel his bulge press into your hip as you continue. You stroke him through his underwear, causing him to whimper, breaking away from the kiss and squeezing his eyes shut.

“Don’t do that baby, I’ll cum, please,” Neil begs. You giggle in response, but are immediately cut off when he latches his lips around your nipple. Flicking his tongue over your nipple. Fuck. You cup his cheek.

“Neil, take off my fucking pants already,” You hiss out.

He detaches his lips from your nipple, focusing instead on sliding your jeans off of your hips. You desperately want to shy away from Neil’s gaze when he starts to feel the wet patch on your underwear that is growing by the second, but it’s hard when he’s sitting between your legs. He shoves your panties down your legs and onto the floor.

Neil looks into your eyes as he traces the line of your cunt, playing with your clit, then shoving a finger into your cunt. You immediately moan out at the intrusion, earning you a smile from Neil.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he teases.

He adds in a second finger and your eyebrows furrow. His fingers are thick. Stretching you out so nice. Finding a steady pace Neil pushes his finger in and out of your cunt, eagerly watching as your cunt easily takes in his fingers. You grip at his hair, pulling him back into a kiss. Moaning into his mouth as he fucks you with his finger, consistently brushing against your sensitive spot. 

Neil removes his fingers from your cunt, wiping them off on the couch. He makes quick work of his boxer’s pulling them down and discarding them in the pile of clothes already on the floor. He lines his cock up with your cunt and slides into you, both of you groaning at the sensation. Neil stays still for a little bit, getting adjusted to how you feel.

“Fuck you’re so tight, and so warm, and wet. You’re so nice,” Neil babbles, placing his hands on your hips.

Slowly he starts rocking back and forth into you, letting out breathy moans the whole way through. 

“You can speed up,” You tell Neil, holding onto his bicep for support.

His hips start to speed up, until the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet sounds of your cunt echo throughout the room. Neil keeps babbling out praises, ‘so good baby’s and ‘you’re so hot’s breaking the previously mentioned sounds, along with moaning from the both of you. Neil was a surprisingly good fuck. His cock was angled perfectly into your cunt, allowing him to hit deep into your cunt each time in a way that made you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back.

“Do you- fuck- do you want to ride this cowboy?” Neil asks through pants, you look up at him. A mix of amusement and horniness coats your brain.

“Yes.” Is all it takes for Neil to slip out of you and bring you on top of him, then line up his cock with your entrance once again and slip it in.

You bounce up and down on him, aided by both his hips bucking into yours and his hands on your hips.

“You’re so good at this, holy,” Neil says, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the bud, you yelp out.

You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten, gripping tightly on Neil’s shoulders for stability. The mix of Neil’s cock pumping in and out of you and his tongue playing with your nipples was driving you insane.

“Neil, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, all over my cock, baby.”

You reach one of your hands down from Neil’s shoulders to your clit. Rubbing your clit in quick small circles as Neil watches you with hungry eyes. 

It all comes crashing into you at once as you chant ‘cumming’ as you slump into Neil’s shoulder. He follows quickly after you. Both of you stay still for a little bit, trying to recuperate from everything. Neil rubs small circles into your lower back before you slide off of his cock. 

“Thank you,” you mumble, not being able to look at Neil after that.

“Here,” Neil says, handing you your underwear.

You both get dressed in silence, before both exiting Neil’s office.

“You can go home early today if you want,” Neil coughs out.

You end up going home early after all, walking back to your car on shaky legs and being left to think about the events of today at your apartment.

[pluto-rainstorm]

bucktommy + shopping clothes together + "how does my ass look in these?"

Tommy sat in the little seating area opposite the store's changing room, scrolling on his phone, patiently waiting for his boyfriend to finish trying on the new jeans he so desperately needed. He had obviously been working on his squats, evident by the tear he made when bending over to put a dish in the dishwasher.

Soon enough, Buck walked out and stood in front of the older man, hands on hips, "What do ya think?"

As Tommy looked up from his phone screen, he was greeted with strong, long legs wrapped in denim, a tight fit around his thighs. His eyes travelled down to see the fabric flare out, he couldn't help the laugh that escaped his mouth. "I do not remember you picking those up."

"They were left in there by the guy before me, lucky they are in my size, huh?" He smiled wide, loving how they make him look.

Tommy puts his phone in his pocket and leans forward in his seat, one hand reaching for Buck's hip, "Are bell bottoms back in fashion?"

Buck stepped back, making Tommy's hand fall away, "Who cares, check out this bell bottom," he swivelled around to give Tommy the view he deserves and looked over his shoulder, "how does my ass look in these?"

All Tommy could do was fall back laughing, nose scrunching and crows feet visible, he really does love his boyfriend's antics, "It looks great, Evan."

Recovering from his laughter, the pilot eyed the rest of his outfit, "However, if you're keeping them you need to get some better matching shoes and shirt."

Looking offended, Buck raised his foot, "What's wrong with my sneakers?"

Tommy raised an eyebrow at him, "They're white for one, and cowboy boots would go so much better."

Buck's smile grew, "Oh, I'm definitely keeping these now."

----

Thank you, Anon 💐☺️

[haddonfieldwhore]

i don’t dance - matthew tkachuk

matthew tkachuk x fem!reader

summary: while on a road trip with your best friend, he shows you around calgary, including his favourite country bar

warnings: drinking, language, nsfw themes/implied smut, i’ve been thinking about cowboy matt a lot lately, idk how to line dance so i apologize in advance

word count: 1.9k yeehaw matt playlist 🎧

“matty, you’re joking right?” you pleaded hopefully, looking at your best friend who stood before you, a black cowboy hat atop his head.

“you know what they say - when in…calgary,” he replied with a toothy grin.

“i think the phrase is ‘when in rome, genius,” you both laughed. but you were not in rome, you were in calgary alberta, and matthew had spent his entire day off showing you around the city he spent so many years calling home. you knew matt had loved his time with the flames, but florida was home now; and he was off to a great start with the panthers, as well as enjoying the warm weather.

you and the tkachuks had grown up down the street from eachother in st.louis, and while you were closer to his sisters age, you had always been closest with matthew. you had visited him in calgary a few times, but hadn’t spent a ton of time there while he lived there. when he told you he was moving to florida, you went with him, tired of being so far away from your best friend.

“it’s a country bar, i have to dress the part,” he argued. matty had shown you the arena, the house where he had lived when he was with the flames, and various landmarks around the city. the final stop on your tour was a bar that he insisted on dragging you to, despite your known aversion for country music.

“i’m not really sure it’s my scene,” you sighed, looking through your suitcase for anything remotely appropriate to wear tonight. it was surprisingly warm out despite being late in the evening, so you settled on some cutoff denim shorts and a tight, low cut t-shirt that showed off your cleavage. you got dressed in the bathroom of the hotel room you and matt were sharing, a little nervous as you looked at yourself in the mirror. over the years you had developed a small crush on the curly haired boy you had known for so long; and you secretly hoped he thought you looked hot as you adjusted your shorts one more time before heading back out.

“is this okay?” you asked, the way matthews breath caught in his throat as he turned around going unnoticed. his eyes traveled up your bare legs and over your chest before meeting your gaze, giving you a smile and hoping you hadn’t realized he was checking you out.

“you look great,” he smiled, and you felt a bit relieved. “now if you had some cowboy boots-“

“no way in hell. not even you could get me to wear those, matty. nice try though,” you laughed, pushing his chest softly as you walked by to put in you shoes. he silently wondered what you had meant by ‘not even you’, but didn’t question it, instead grabbing his red flannel shirt and throwing it in over his tshirt before following you out the door, trying not to think about how good your ass looked in those tiny shorts. maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, he thought.

•

to say you were nervous walking into the bar was an understatement, and while you had tried your best to dress the part, you were worried you would stick out like a sore thumb. you slid your hand into matthews, and his heart skipped a beat as he pulled you behind him into the building, and towards an empty table in the back. it wasn’t too busy thankfully, but there were some people dancing already, the sound of boots on the floor mixing with the music and chatter.

“relax, why are you so nervous?” he laughed at you from across the table, reaching his hand across the table to stop yours from shaking as they sat atop the wooden surface.

“i don’t know, i just feel out of place,” you admitted.

“just breathe. you know i won’t let anything happen to you,” he smiled, amused by how nervous you were over something so small. your heart skipped a beat, and you hoped you weren’t blushing too much; but who could blame you if you were, hearing something like that.

after you and matthew each finished a few beers and the bar filled up with more people, you felt surprisingly relaxed. what was not relaxing, however, was the way your breathing stopped everytime matt’s leg brushed against yours under the table; and you weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or not.

“do you trust me?” he asked suddenly, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as the corner of his mouth curled upward. you nearly choked on your drink as he glanced over at the dance floor.

“not when you look at me like that,” you admitted, but let him take your hand in his and pull you into the floor. “matty i have no idea how to dance- nevermind this kind of dancing.”

“it’s easy. if i can do it, anyone can,” he smiled. you were thankful to be off to the side of the dancefloor, with little chance of running into anyone as matt’s hands landed on your hips, his fingertips cold as they brushed against your skin where you shirt had ridden up slightly.

his breath was hot on your shoulder and he stood behind you, guiding your body forward to the music.

“you just step like this, and then to the side, tap your feet together, then step back,” he instructed, showing you slowly what to do, before the two of you repeated the steps together. “and then, when you step back this time, you can add a spin.”

your hands landed on his chest as he spun you around, and his arms circled your waist as you looked up at him. his blue eyes seemed darker thank usual as he stared down at you, but maybe it was just the shadow from his hat. did he always smell this good? you asked yourself, the close proximity allowing the scent of his cologne to reach your nose, and maybe it was just the alcohol talking, but he smelled like heaven.

“think you’ve got it?” he asked under his breath, both of you unable to break the eye contact.

“no,” you muttered. “show me again,” you requested, turning around and placing his hands back on your hips, sliding his fingertips ever so slightly into the waistband of your shorts.

“fuck,” he breathed out, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it; but you did. matt walked you through the steps again, this time leaving no space between the two of you, allowing you to feel him pressing against your backside the whole time. he spun you around, this time pulling you flush against him as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, your lips just centimetres apart.

“now what?” you asked, barely above a whisper as your chest rose and fell, the room suddenly feeling very warm.

“kiss me,” he requested, his eyes half lidded as your leaned up to capture his lips with your own. your mouths moved together, his tongue running along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth as he held you tight. he groaned as you tugged at the curls that peeked out from beneath his hat at the base of his neck, before you both separated to catch your breath.

“do you teach all your dance partners that part or is that just me?”

“god, just you,” the words melted off his tongue as he kissed you again, biting at your bottom lip gently. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to kiss you.”

“maybe as long as i’ve wanted you to?”

“i don’t know - is that a long time?”

“yeah,” you breathed out as he kissed your neck. “matty-“ the words caught in your throat, your train of thought lost as you realized he had defiantly left a hickey below your jawline.

“do you have any idea how hot you look in those shorts? the light bouncing of your skin?” he whispered.

“i wore them for you,” you replied, suprised at the confidence you were finding. things were always easy with matthew, your friendship coming so naturally; you had a bond that nothing could ruin.

“jesus, you’re gonna get me into trouble.”

“why’s that?” you asked, looking up at him, barring your eyelashes innocently.

“because we’re in public right now, and i’m finding it really difficult to not rip those fucking shorts off you right here,” he admitted, his voice low.

“so take me home.” his eyes closed for a second, before he grabbed your hand and walked you back to your table of empty bottles and threw enough cash on the table to cover the tab three times. you couldn’t hide the smile on your flushed face as he dragged you out of the bar, his other hand calling an uber with his phone.

•

matthews leg shook the entire ride back to the hotel, which while in reality was only about ten minutes, felt like about three hours. his hand rested on you thigh, his calloused fingertips tracing little shapes on your skin. while still being careful not to hurt your wrist, he pulled you quickly out of the car after paying the driver and his lips were on yours the second the elevator door closed.

“matty, someone could come in any second-“

“don’t tempt me, i’ll hit the panic button and stop this damn thing-“ he nearly growled, his teeth nipping at the skin below your ear.

“relax, baby - we’re almost there,” you murmured, but silently wished that the elevator would speed up. the two of you stumbled down the hall to the doorway, matt unable to keep his hands off you the whole time, pinning you against the door as he fumbled in his pocket for the key card.

“you’re making it really hard to focus right now….” he groaned as you left a trail of kisses up the side of his neck, the door finally opening behind you and allowing matthew to push you backwards into the suite.

“is that the only thing i’m making hard?“ you asked, palming his length through his jeans that had become significantly tighter, and he nearly whimpered at your touch. usually it would take more to get that kind of reaction out of him, but you had an effect on him like no one else ever would.

“don’t tease-“ you interrupted him by connecting your lips again, trailing your hands up his chest and sliding the flannel shirt off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. his hands slid under your t-shirt and pulled it over your head. he took his hat off and placed it atop your head before attaching his lips to your collarbone, his hands reaching down to undo your shorts.

“you want this, right?” he said, his hands pausing as his eyes met yours, both of you breathing heavily.

“please, matty-“ you pulled his pelvis against yours by his belt loops and he groaned, his head falling back as his eyes closed and his mouth fell open slightly. “i need you.”

you helped eachother out of the rest of your clothes, tumbling to the bed with your lips still connected, hands wandering all over. you rolled on top of matt, straddling his lap as you admired how messy his curls had gotten from your hands tangling in his hair.

“what’s that song called again? save a horse, ride a cowboy?” you teased, and he smiled, sitting up and holding you in his lap, placing a kiss on your lips.

“i thought you didn’t listen to country music?” he smirked, adjusting the cowboy hat that still sat on your head.

“i’ve heard one or two songs in my lifetime,” you smiled as he kissed you deeply, tossing the hat aside as he rolled on top of you.

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[latibvles]

12:30am mota frat boys au thoughts because it’s rotted my brain and also harrie’s hoedown throwdown birthday party is a canon event (there’s a list in my docs of things i wanna write for this). Anyways here’s outfit + decoration brainrot

It’s at the Mu-Eta Pi House (girls’ sorority) because duh. Viv and Fern did a lot of the planning. Fern was the one who rented the mechanical bull. They had a strict no boots no hat no entry policy. Backyard full of check print and hay bales etc. String lights, they really went all out okay? Everybody loves Harrie.

Meanwhile around the block…. [several 100th frat boys scrambling for clothes. not Curt though. He’s got it all sorted]

The outfits are cute and very specific in some aspects in my head so indulge me a little here

Viv’s got a sheriff’s badge. Cute little crop jacket with tassles. She’s got a white and gold color scheme going on and it works. Willie has a matching deputy badge and a black hat. Of course they’re a matching set. Black bandana top, black boots.

Fern is peak “Cowgirl Barbie.” Daisy dukes, hot pink bedazzled cowboy hat (*more on that later), auburn hair in two pretty French braids.

June and Lorraine are also a matching set kinda. They go the outlaw route. Black jackets, silver details on the boots. Lorraine wears her bandana over half her face for a lot of the night. June has a lasso. This lasso ends up around Benny at some point and they have pictures of it.

Carrie’s in a cute little very “southern belle”-esque checker patterned dress with a very nice sleeveless leather vest. Lena’s got a double denim thing going on with cowprint patterns on her jeans. Her shirt 100% says “save a horse, ride a cowboy”

Jo’s got the poofy-shirt tucked in to faded cutoffs thing, brown hat and boots and a bright red bandana around her neck.

Inez is also in a dress of sorts, and braids, she’s got shorts on under it though. She’s also got a corset on and the cowboy hat is in fact her own from home.

And Harrie? The birthday girl? Everybody pitched in to help customize her hat so everyone knows it is her birthday. Sparkly jacket with all the tassels. Bandana around her neck, she’s having the time of her life.

Seeing as this entire au was spurred on by Ben Radcliffe looking like a frat boy, everyone please look at the visual reference for Brady’s fit for the function. I do not care if it’s lazy of me to say that, this is what it looks like.

On that note though, Bucky’s got pants that are fully cowprint buttons of his shirt undone bc he’s annoying and a bolo tie he got from their thrift store field trip

Dougie has the cowboy cutout pants (forgive me for the shein link i do not shop there) because “this is why you don’t skip leg day, fellas.” Blakely’s doing the “bandana as a shirt” thing. Did I mention that those two and Fern have a lot of pictures together?

Benny and John are in a similar boat though — lots of brown. His shirt is black and sparkly though. Also they took pictures with Meatball before leaving with Meatball in a very cute horse get-up.

And as aforementioned. He’s got June’s lasso around him at some point. Because of course he does.

Speaking of Fern’s bright pink, bedazzled cowgirl hat: that ends up on Curt’s head at some point. Curt went all out. Curt looks like he just walked off the set of The Good The Bad and The Ugly. Curt also lasts the longest on the mechanical bull.

Marj dressed Buck for the occasion but let it be known that her overalls with patches on them are adorable. Buck’s also got the outlaw thing going on for him— bandana on half his face in several pictures. Black vest. He’s also got a bolo tie (thanks Bucky)

Honest-to-God Croz looks like he just walked off the set of Woody’s Roundup and it’s very funny. He’s got spurs on his boots and by God is he proud of them.

Just boys dressing as cowboys for a birthday party okay? It’s very special to ME!!

Go ahead and ask me about outfits i can do this all day.

[slafkovskys]

Hey girl, I love love your writing!! What's going on with Angel and the boys( mainly Luke)? The last big imagine about them was Angel inviting Luke to meet the twins. What's happening?

so that’s getting a whole fic because it’s so much to resolve/talk about, but here’s another little sneak peek into what’s in store:

the picture wall was something she had thought up her second summer with boys, not loving the empty space in their entry way. slowly but surely it became filled with photos of friends and family, of the four of them. now, though, there’s one picture of luke on the wall and it’s from the night he was drafted. the frames that he used to live in were now replaced with pictures of the twins in various stages of their lives. his eyes drift from a photo of jack and quinn holding the two babies obviously right after they were born to the photo that’s strategically placed in the middle. quinn’s on one side, jack is on the other, and she’s standing in the middle with the biggest grin on her face as both men stare down at her. she’s clad in a bikini top and a pair of denim shorts and luke can just barely make out the cowboy boots that were on her feet. jack’s got a cowboy hat on his head and quinn’s wearing a flannel with sleeves ripped off and even after almost five years, it’s comforting to know that she can get quinn out of his comfort zone because there is no way that the quinn he knows (or knew) would ever wear a cut-off shirt at twenty nine.

“you would’ve had fun,” her voice startles him. he turns and finds her standing a few feet away, “all of your favorite artists were there. it was mostly jack’s idea because i still can’t get behind country, but it fell on our anniversary. it was our first little weekend away from the twins. i was facetiming my parents the whole time checking in on them.”

“yeah, five years,” luke says. it was a day he couldn’t forget. he had kept himself in his bedroom for the majority of it, staring at the ceiling. ellen checked on him a couple of times, made him eat dinner with her and jim before letting him disappear to his bed again. “crazy.”

[alyosiuscreightonward]

-part two-

The 45 minute drive from Long Beach was turning into a three hour trip because it’s L.A. traffic and yes, it’s a thing, but Gerta wasn’t letting that bring her further down.

The ferry to Catalina was so close yet so far away but she just drove.

Monday, the start of the week. What? After a lazy dreary Sunday, the world needed to be ready to begin again. Ugh. Gerta’s hand trembled a little bit as she began to write down her perspective of the previous week.

There was nothing new here, wherever this is, nonetheless it’s considered unincorporated Travis County and just another typical day: just about a hundred or degrees on top of a hundred percent humidity. Gotta love telling folks, yeppers, this is Texas in all its glory.

I had come to the barn to check on things and to see if I could get a ride in on my horse, Doctor Pepper. A great steed at twelve or thirteen hands high. He knew that I was just around the corner every time since I’ve got a thing for Estée Lauder. He’d stick his head out of the stall and snuffle and then he’d be whinnying for me to say hello. The good Doctor would easily jump over the gates with such a flair and land as gracefully as Fonteyn or Villella. Well that was quickly abandoned by the sound of pickup trucks’ door slamming shut.

I turned on my heel and walked towards the sound. Before I could even get to the door of the barn, there he was. Some tall drink of water in thread bare denim and a flannel shirt that had seen better days. His cowboy boots were well worn and he had spent good money on getting them to the local cobbler pretty much on the regular.

“Howdy, I’m Derrick Saint James Smythe. I’m glad to fill in for Gallegos while he’s away,” he said in stern silky smooth voice and the way he spoke his last name, that got me. Not one fucking iota of a drawl or Texas twang. It sounded like Sin Jin Smythe. God. Damn. To the manor borne. Derrick stood just over six feet and some change. Built like brick silo.

We stood there in the doorway just eyeing each other’s stature. I’m no slouch either closing in at 5’11” and he must have been taken aback by my blonde hair and hazel eyes. As we stopped cruising each other, I said to him, “Travis. You’re years too late.” I smirked at him and continued on my way back to get Doctor Pepper ready for our morning ride.

Everything after that was a blur. I rode, jumped and got my steed safely secured in his stall. I had deliberately put him out of my mind. God. Damn. That cinnamon colored skin from being a raised on a farm. Trust me, I knew underneath it all, milky white skin due his obvious English heritage.

The itinerant Derrick was off and doing the things that need to be accomplished in the barn and our paths did not cross after the two minutes we had actually spent together. I had no idea what time it was when I heard and saw a familiar car approaching the barn. The unmistakable Land Rover Defender swerved into the nearest parking spot near the barn. The space between the lodge house and the barn had enough room for about ten cars and the Defender jerked to a stop.

The drivers side door opened and this diminutive man popped out. My dear friend, Melouk, plunked down to the caliche drive.

“Yes, my dear I have arrived with swag in tow. I’m just so excited about my new tack. After months of waiting, those handmade and monogrammed pieces are finally here,” he said. Melouk and his five foot self is a bit too much at times. “I’m off to the barn to put them down and I’ll be right there. Could you be an absolute crown roast and get something cool to drink presently?”

Melouk waved at me and went to the barn. I watched him walk towards the barn and I made my way to the lodge to fix us something. I was thinking of a Campari and soda might be perfect for such a miserable day. As I went into the lodge and got to bookshelf which served as our bar, I noticed the clock on the microwave reading 5:16 pm in its green digital display. I pulled from the cabinets some glasses, a few plates and silverware. Rummaging around in the kitchen and icebox, I whipped up a quiet little happy hour.

After a moment, I glanced over at the microwave again and saw it reads, 5:40 pm. What in the Sam Hill is going on with Melouk? I pushed the cheese and crackers out of the way and made a beeline out to the barn to ask Melouk if he was going to join me or not. As I was just about to call him out into the open, I froze.

“You okay,” Derrick’s unmistakable voice questioned.

“Mount me, stallion,” Melouk’s also unmistakable voice stated.

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[ghostboyhood]

SPOILERS!!! genuinely dont read if u plan on watching or dont know the ending..

oughhh i love young jake gyllenhaal and heath ledger <3

this movie might confirm that i have a thing for cowboys... i suspected it but we'll see ig

good lord its so green and pretty where they are

theres so many sheep holy shit

i love their voice sm omg.. the way jake gyllenhaal talks is so like... unique ?? idk

carving a horse outta wood, sick as fuck

i cant get over how beautiful it is oh my god.. id give anything to live some were like that

in love w this movie already honestly nd im only 17 minutes in.. the atmosphere, the way its filmed, the characters.. its very like.. peaceful??? not the word but its nice, its real

i love jake gyllenhaals outfit

PLEASE I LOVE THEM!!!omgharmonica

damn that bitch is gutted poor sheep 😭

dude being naked w just cowboy boots on is fucking sick as hell

NO THE WAY HE GRABS ONTO HIS ARM WHEN HE KNEELS DOWN PLEAJDJWJDJSBfuck dude ognsjajdn

YAYAYDHDJ

NO THEM CHASING EACJOTHER JS SO SWEET STOP IT

Bitch why is he watching them...

HOW AM I 40 MINUTES IN

look at them bright blue eyes 😍😍

THE LASSO THEM TUMBLING I CANTSHDHWNAA

DAMN OKAH JESUS NVM 😭😭

no stop "come here im sorry youre okay" AHSHSJSJSJ PELAKDKEJDJWND oh boy im liking this movie too much.. idk how it ends but im pretty sure its NOT good

icant do this literally nothing that horrible is happening yet but im getting like chills involuntarily what

IM GONNA BE SICK STOP THATS NOT FUNNY HIM CRYING NONO

hi michelle williams

AND IF YOU DONT I WILL" IS FUCKING CRAZY

is that a baby

it is oh boy OH MY GOD TWO??

so much blue denim

GET EM HELL YEAH !!!!

hi anne hathaway

that man is QUEER!!!! he is waiting for a MAN

god the shots in this movie are so pretty..

help hes so cute w the kids,, "the what?" "ketchup"

the time skips are fucking w my head jesus christ

AAAAAAAAUSHEHXHSHXJANXBWJZ

NO PLEASE THIS IS SO SWEET HES SK EXCITED THEYRE SO HAPPY

PLEASE BE KISSEDHIM FIRSTBAHSHWJXJSNXNWD

oh boy she saw them...

him holding ennis ☹️

i feel bad for his wife

I STILL HAVE AN HOUR LEFT??? HOW

ough i feel sick he wants to be with him forever so badly.. they both do.. no jack saying how they could go off n shit n what theyd do HES THOUGHT ABOUT THIS ARGHHH

those poor guys what the fuck....

please i love jack so much...

hes gotta be one of my favoritest characters ever i think.. smt about him is so.. idek..

ough them both fighting w their families :(

yeah that... checks out

HELP "i gotcher message about the divorce" HE SOUNDS SO HAPPY LMAOO

please hes so optimistic fuck

NO HES CRHING STOP STOP IM GONNA CRH I CANT

he has a mustache

WOAH honestly fucking hoof for jack hell yeah

help he has that motorized cutter thing like frank has in rocky horror picture show

holy shit oh my god...

ennis needs to chill out i completely understand where hes coming from but hes being so mean 😭😭

HELLO DAVID HAROUR WHY ARE YOU HERE????

jacks got that homo energy about him goddamn they all know

he did not say that he didnt say that oh my hod

"the truth is... sometimes i miss you so much i can hardly stand it"

IM GONNA BLOW MY FUCKINT BRAINS OUT RIGHT NOW STOPSTOPSTOPS DONT SAH THAT ☹️☹️☹️☹️

LIGHTEN UP ON HIM??? DONT SAY THAT DO YK WHT U JS FUCKING DROPPED ON HIM

oh my gof ob gmdt

"i wish i knew how to quit you"

this is the end! im SOBBING WHAG THE FUCK THIS ISNT FAIR jake gyllenhaal dont DO THIS TO ME

HES CRYING STOP HIMTACKCKOKGHSIAJDBSND FUCK

ENNIS HUGGING JACK FROM BEHIND ASHDHEHCJSB

wtf is he eating that looks like absolute shit

no

nonosklno

yourejoking youre actually joking

no that didnt happen that didnt happen no no fuck off no youre joking youre joking please hes not dead he didnt die no

im gonna be sick

wow that house is so fucking white there is NO color

oh my god he never washed that shirt stop

ITS HUNG UP IN HIS CLOSET BY THE PHOTO STIP STOP STOP

i feel dizzy oh my god i cant do this i dont ever wanna watch a movie again 😭

god i thibk that might be top ten movies... jesus christ everyone should go watch brokeback mountain right now i was fucking crying half the movie

im not gonna scale rate it bc i suck at those but man if i did it would be high

might watch brokeback mountain rn

[muirneach]

this square dance is the most wonderful thing i’ve done i’m having the time of my life because everyone here also sucks at it so no one is judgy. the leader is a very old and sweet man. the fiddle is to die for ofc. but my faves are definitely the lesbians obviously on a date. couple goals.

[blouisparadise]

Today’s rec list consists of bottom Louis fics that take place in the country, the Midwest, or any rural area. We hope you enjoy. If you do, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Save A Horse | Explicit | 2400 words

Louis goes to a rodeo with Liam, and gets a lot more than he bargained for. Featuring bull rider Harry, obnoxious t-shirts, and one hell of a night.

“Come on Jackson ain’t you been practicin? It ain’t fun for me if I always beat you,” the boy drawls out, voice slow and thick like molasses. “You comin out tonight?” he asks, nudging him with his elbow.

“Not tonight H, me and Liam are going to grab something to eat,” Jackson replies, the blush returning to Liam’s cheeks.

“What about you, what’re your plans for the night darlin’?” Harry asks, crooking an eyebrow in Louis’s direction.

Louis, who is the epitome of outgoing and confident, is at a total loss for words. He starts to say something but freezes, Harry now raising his other eyebrow and smirking, awaiting Louis’s response. “I uh- I’ll probably just go home,” Louis manages to stammer out, and what the fuck? Who is this man and how has he turned Louis into an introvert in a matter of seconds?

2) Gunsmoke | Explicit | 6527 words

Harry 'Gunsmoke' Styles and his boys Liam, Zayn, and Niall are all traveling cowboys who come across a small town on their journey to nowhere. They hang out at a tavern where Harry meets Louis, a cute and fiery bartender, and they may or may not fall in love.

3) Hey I Heard You Were A Wild One (If I Took You Home It'd Be A Homerun) | Explicit | 12106 words

Harry came to the bar to forget. Louis gives him a night to remember.

4) This Land Is More Than Dreams | Explicit | 12878 words

Louis is a student taking a gap year, travelling through the States. His plans change when he meets a cute cowboy-wannabe in one of the towns.

5) Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy | Mature | 13356 words

Harry owns a farm and Louis rides horses (and pretty boys sometimes) for a living. Harry hurts himself by being clumsy before he gets to ride a horse with Louis.

6) Manifest Destiny | Explicit | 15210 words

Louis is a Pony Express rider and Harry runs a station along the trail.

7) Baby Blue | Explicit | 39439 words

Harry Styles takes his time coming out to greet them. Louis only knows what he’s seen on file and what he’s heard them talking about, but he fully lives up to the image he had inside of his head.

He saunters down the front steps of the farmhouse in his Levi’s, brown snakeskin boots curving out from underneath the denim Louis’ sure he had specially made. He’s got on a plaid button-down tucked into the jeans because of course he does, curls spilling out from either side of his cowboy hat around his sunglasses and country-tan skin.

“Harry Styles,” he drawls, extending a hand to Louis’ manager, “Pleased to meet ya’ll.”

8) I Ain’t Gonna Fence You In | Mature | 40645 words

Louis Tomlinson is a 18 year old city boy who is forced to spend his summer before his senior year at his aunts farm. There, he meets Harry, a 19 year old country boy his aunt hired to help around the farm.

Maybe the farm isn't the worst place to fall in love?

9) Boiling Blood Will Circulate | Explicit | 42420 words

The wait isn’t long before something starts rustling in the bushes. Harry takes aim, squeezes the trigger, body moving unconsciously. They’re motions he’s done a thousand times before, and his body knows how to do it without the input of his brain now. It’s what makes him such a good shot.

He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

10) Your Touch Shouldn't Make Me Feel Like This | Explicit | 48883 words

Uni AU in which Alpha Harry has been in love with his omega friend for the longest time and one motorbike trip to the countryside with Louis made him realize that he could no longer hold back his feelings.

11) For the Sake of Propriety | Mature | 52360 words

Louis Tomlinson is the caretaker of an estate that is not truly his, and when his Uncle calls upon him to take it back, Louis knows he will soon be out on the streets with four overly zealous sisters to care for.  His only solution: wed the eldest two off and pray for the best.  When an even better solution unexpectedly presents itself in the form of the charming Mr. Styles, Louis is faced with a difficult choice.  But as with all things in the regency era, reputation very well may threaten to outweigh the fleeting matters of his heart.

12) Through The Wheatfields And The Coastlines | Explicit | 52855 words

“You’re not from around here, are ya?” Hot Cowboy asks, tracking his little lamb with his eyes. Louis frowns slightly, having thought he was doing pretty well at not sticking out like a sore thumb. It’s not like he’s not from around here — it’s not his first summer he’s spent at his grandparents'. But he supposes that the Manhattan city lifestyle that he’s used to is always going to shine through.

“I’m visiting family for the summer,” Louis explains, cheeks a little pink. “Trying to get some work done without distractions.”

13) The Bachelor | Explicit | 53953 words

The one where Harry dates six other guys and still falls in love with Louis Tomlinson.

14) Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You) | Mature | 54609 words | Sequel

Louis is staying at his Aunt's farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles.

Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn.

He also starts to fall in love with Harry.

Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

15) Such Good Luck | Explicit | 66025 words

An Edwardian AU where Harry is a young aristocratic lord and Louis is a working class dairy farmer. Secrets are a necessary part of their relationship, but Louis has one that could topple their whole world.

16) Given a Chance | Explicit | 173511 words

Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?

Wrong.

What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

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1D Monthly Fic Roundup

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for December 2021! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

Dazed and Consumed by @haztobegood

[Harry/Rob Pattinson, M, 2k, tumblr post]

Getting motorboated in Rob’s kitchen wasn’t what he expected when he was offered a revolutionary new food, but he could care less about food while Rob’s mouth is on him.

An Ode to one unforgettable interview, two iconic photoshoots, and four glorious nipples.

The Grundy County Auction Incident by haztobegood

[Louis/Harry/Nick Grimshaw, T, 4k, tumblr post]

Harry stepped out of his blue jeep, wearing his tightest black skinnies, his favorite leather cowboy boots, and a sheer floral shirt that was nearly unbuttoned. Sure, he stuck out amongst the plaid shirts and denim jeans of the other people attending the Grundy County Livestock Auction. But that was the point. He had to stand out to be noticed. And he did want to be noticed because, today, Harry was looking for a new sugar daddy.

Love, coffee and New York by Aliceinwonderland / @beautifulwonderlandworld

[Zayn/Niall, E, 8k, tumblr post]

Niall didn’t want to know or hear anything about soulmates, but one morning he met Zayn, his soulmate, when he threw his coffee at him in the street. Of course not on purpose, and everything changes.

Right Beside You is Where I Belong by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10

[Harry/Louis, M, 46k, tumblr post]

Harry lives on his farm in the British countryside with his two children, loving the peace and quiet of his surroundings.

Louis is a writer who lives in the city, and decides it is time to take a break, to recharge and find some inspiration for his next book.

When Harry's daughter is left heartbroken by the unkindness of strangers, Louis decides it is time to right some wrongs, but doesn't expect to be reunited with the one who got away...

Situations Like These by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

[Louis/Zayn, T, 31k, tumblr post]

It’s not that often that Louis feels this way about people. His lack of sexual attraction doesn’t prevent him from experiencing these fleeting moments of aesthetic admiration, but it’s rare for him to get almost obsessed with someone’s beauty the way he is with Zayn’s. It’s reached a point where those three hours on Friday afternoons are inevitably the highlight of his week, simply because he gets to sit in the same room as him and steal what he hopes are discreet glances, trying to tame the fast beating of his heart.

It’s pretty pathetic, actually, that he’s had to wait to be 25 for that kind of thing to happen to him. And the worst part is, he’s never even talked to the guy.

Just the 2.0 of Us by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Harry/Marcel, E, 3k, tumblr post]

Marcel’s had a rough day. Luckily, he’s got someone waiting for him at home who’s perfectly suited to help him wind down in exactly the way he needs.

not even a landslide or riptide could take it all away by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

[Zayn/Liam, M, 49k, tumblr post]

When Liam gets outed via sextape, his whole world seems to collapse around him. In the midst of all the chaos, an unexpected lifeline appears in the form of a DM from Zayn: If you find yourself needing to escape, go here. Even though they haven’t talked in years, Liam is just desperate enough to go. He doesn’t expect to find himself on a farm in the middle of nowhere, face to face with a man he hasn’t seen in years, but who somehow looks more familiar to him than the face he sees when he looks in the mirror.

Locked In (Your Safe Haven) by @artsymisfitlover

[Louis/Harry, T, 8k, tumblr post]

We've all dreamt of getting locked in a shopping mall overnight, running around with no abandon. But what happens when you actually do get locked in one on the night of Christmas Eve? Oh, and just so you know, you're not alone.

Or a tooth rotting fluff filled Christmas fic based on the prompt "Getting trapped in a shopping mall together during after-hours in which they were Christmas shopping too hard."

Feat. an extremely generous and teddy bear hearted Harry Styles and a head over heels Louis Tomlinson.

Lights Out by @neondiamond

[Harry/Louis, E, 3k, tumblr post]

Louis and Harry are decorating the Christmas tree when they run into some unfortunate electrical problems. Things turn steamy as they spend the rest of the night in candlelight.

A Snow In My Heart by @princelyharry

[Louis/Harry, T, 3k, tumblr post]

An AU which Harry and Louis' son caught Harry kissing Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. But it was actually Louis, who is dressed up as Santa Claus.

Or the “I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus” AU

Christmas Always Finds Me by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10

[Harry/Louis, M, 56k, tumblr post]

Harry and Louis have big plans for Christmas. Neither is into the idea of celebrating, so they book a holiday to sunnier climes. However, fate has other plans in the form of Harry's ten month old nephew Logan...

We're Written in the Cards by @lululawrence

[Niall/Lewis Capaldi, NR, 3k, tumblr post]

Once Lewis was sure that he was open to what the cards had to tell him and ready to receive their guidance, he shuffled the cards a bit before drawing one.

The Lovers.

“Oh, sure,” Lewis scoffed. He was feeling positive and upbeat and like he truly was ready to get some guidance or insight on his life, and here the cards returned those energies by mocking him with the Lovers.

Rolling his eyes, Lewis went ahead and returned the card to the deck. After all, The Lovers implied he already had a romantic partner, and that couldn't be further from the truth.

Or the one where Lewis owns a shop in Savannah, Georgia where he makes most of his money off of tourists and those looking for a bit of a spiritual experience after a ghost tour. He thought the cards were mocking him, but when a beautiful Irishman comes in, he just might find the cards were right after all.

On Christmas Day (In The Morning) by @lululawrence

[Louis/Harry, NR, 23k, tumblr post]

Louis was on his way to get his weekly fancy coffee and pastries for breakfast when he once again came upon the piano.

It was finally a day off, and Louis was not going to chance missing the piano again. Not when luck would have him passing it three times in less than two weeks. He was clearly meant to have the piano.

Louis sat himself down on the bench and immediately sputtered a laugh. The largest sign yet, it was a ripped piece of cardboard and on it in all caps were the words, “HAUNTED PIANO! FREE!”

“How exactly do they know the piano is haunted?” Louis asked with a chuckle.

Or an advent fic following Louis and his adventures with a free piano and the ghost that comes with it.

Hope I Start Talking Crazy (before you understand me) by @lululawrence

[Zayn/Louis, NR, 20k, tumblr post]

“How is not being able to sleep well embarrassing?” Zayn asked. “It’s not like it’s something you can control. Either you sleep well or you don’t. If you don’t, we figure out an underlying reason and do what we can to help take care of it, yeah?”

“It’s because my bed doesn’t smell like you anymore, alright?” Louis fell back into the couch and covered his face. “Fuck. Sorry. I just… fuck.”

And then he stood up and walked away.

All Zayn could do was sit there and watch him go. He wanted to ask him to stop. Maybe get up and follow Louis down the hall to his room and get him to listen to Zayn. He wanted to tell him it was okay and it shouldn’t be anything he’s embarrassed about, that it was only natural.

But he couldn’t because he was still hearing Louis’ voice in his head saying it over and over again.

My bed doesn’t smell like you anymore.

noisemaker by @thestylinsons / absolutehly

[Louis/Harry, T, 4k, tumblr post]

An au where songs get stuck in people’s heads and guide them to their soulmates.

It’s finals week at college and Harry’s neighbor, Louis, won’t stop playing music off his Bluetooth speakers. Because of this, Harry gets a song stuck in his head.

Harry hasn’t met anyone new lately so he blames it on Louis and his music. Turns out, the problem might be the solution.

good, good graces by absolutehly / @thestylinsons

[Harry/Louis, E, 10k, tumblr post]

Louis put his hand at the base of Clifford’s head and ruffled his ears. “Who’s a good boy? So good, you are!”

There it was again. The electricity, that terrifying desire. Something in Harry’s mind latched on to it, sinking its teeth into the emotion and letting it wash over him in waves… like he’d crave Louis’s approval just to be called good.

Maybe.

Or, the one where Harry’s boyfriend Louis gets a new puppy and frequently tells the dog how he’s a good boy. Harry gets jealous and decides to show Louis how much of a good boy he can be.

Christmas Stockings Full of Nice Little Things by @mizzhydes / MsHydeStylinson

[Louis/Harry, M, 5k, tumblr post]

”I'd come to the mall to buy Christmas stockings and now I am in Christmas stockings and about to come in the mall.”

Or the one where Harry goes Christmas shopping and a misunderstanding has him leaving with more than he bargained for.

Prompt: Going shopping for Christmas stockings ends up with wrong kind of stockings and a new love interest.

A Fateful Snow by @parmahamlarrie

[Harry/Louis, T, 13k, tumblr post]

Christmas can be the busiest time of year for small business owners. Louis Tomlinson, owner of Tomlinson’s Tree Farm, and Harry Styles, owner of A Bashful Taste bakery, know this all too well.

The busyness of the season can lead to - well, quite literally missing the subtle (and not so subtle) nudges fate gives you.

Will Harry allow a simple misunderstanding keep him from the hottest alpha he’s ever seen? Or will a bit of snow and the magic of Christmas bring the two together?

A Christmas Kiss by @parmahamlarrie

[Louis/Harry, T, 8k, tumblr post]

Harry never expected to spend Christmas in the Emergency Room, but it might just be the (second) best thing to ever happen to him, after the birth of his son, of course. Because while in that hospital waiting for his son to be discharged, he met the most beautiful pediatric nurse he’s ever seen.

Or the one where Harry is a single dad, Louis is a pediatric nurse, and Arlo needs to stop eating hazelnuts.

like cranberries on a winter evening by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Louis/Harry, G, 49k, tumblr post]

Louis hates Christmas. With good reason, too. And no, he doesn’t want to talk about it.

When research for his next novel leads Louis to the website of a quirky little hotel in Northumberland, there is exactly one room available for the two weeks that Louis really wants to get away from his family.

Will the fairy lights, kind smiles, homemade pastries, and genuine friendships awaiting him in Harry Styles’ hotel be enough to cause Louis a change of heart?

they’re laughin’ and drinkin’ and havin’ a party by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

[Harry/Louis, G, 4k, tumblr post]

When Louis decides he has to get away, he chooses the next best town in Texas, as far away from his ex as he can get. The real estate agent tells him it’s a quiet neighborhood, yet somehow the sound of a champagne bottle popping from two doors down followed by the roar of a party, sends him spiraling. That is, until a deep voice calls out a tentative “heey” from the darkness.

last christmas (i gave you my heart) by @voulezloux / localopa

[Louis/Harry, G, 4k, tumblr post]

louis and harry are broken up. cue scheming friends to make one christmas wish come true

Three Hundred Cupcakes Later by @larryyouknow / Larry_you_know

[Harry/Louis, G, 5k, tumblr post]

Louis finds Christmas parties usually too boring or too rowdy. Nothing in between. And this one was definitely bordering on lame... Until he spotted the most handsome man watching him.

The Dreamers by @bluecolouredlou and wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

[Louis/Zayn, T, 11k, tumblr post]

Bored with his own life, Zayn decides on a whim to sign up for a dreamsharing study. After weeks of the experiment not working, he’s starting to lose hope. One night, however, he finally connects with a stranger on the other side of the building, and his whole world gets turned around.

In a Twinkling by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

[Louis/Harry, E, 89k, tumblr post]

Louis’ Nan just wants him to be happy, to settle down with a nice boy, and bring him around for Christmas.

Louis is too busy with his career to bother about relationships, but in an attempt to appease his Nan, he sends her photoshopped pictures of him and his pretend boyfriend, Harry. The fact that the man in the pictures is none other than Harry Styles, world famous Gucci model—and recurrent star of Louis’ fantasies—is irrelevant. It’s not like their paths will ever cross…

So it comes as somewhat of a surprise when Louis returns home for Christmas and walks into his Nan’s sitting room only to find the real-life Harry Styles happily chatting away with the grey-haired ladies of his Nan’s Crochet Circle.

Featuring Niall and Liam as Louis’ childhood friends, Harry as the painfully perfect man of Louis’ dreams, Zayn as Harry’s very protective best mate, Louis’ Nan as a well-meaning matchmaker, and Louis as a guy who thinks he’s happy with his life, until a certain someone shows him what he’s been missing.

Pretty Please by Kikiberoski16 / @larrysballetslippers

[Louis/Harry, E, 9k, tumblr post]

Before a tear rolls down his cheek, his alarm goes off. He takes a look at his phone and his smile brightens. It’s finally Saturday, eight p.m, he waited a month for this. Louis almost trips over one of his boxes as he searches for his laptop. He runs to his bed, which is really just a mattress on the floor at this point, grabbing a towel on the way. Louis places the towel on the mattress and arranges himself on the bed with his laptop propped up on a moving box. Starting up, loading and logging in feels like it takes ages, his fingers are shaking so much from the anticipation that he even types the wrong password at one point.

When he’s finally on the right website and has snatched some tissues, Louis waits for the count down.

‘Five, four, three, two, one, play’. Louis reads the familiar screen.

“Hey daddy.”

or the one where Louis moves into his new apartment, not knowing that his favourite camboy is his new neighbour.

A Picture of Your Open Throat by @larry-hiatus / larry_hiatus

[Louis/Harry, E, 4k, tumblr post]

What happens when Harry accidentally sends an inappropriate picture to his boss' son? He's about to find out and possibly have his wildest dreams come true.

Fickle Heart And Bitterness by @princelyharry

[Harry/Louis, E, 9k, tumblr post]

In the midst of an undergrad degree and a busy New York sidewalk, Harry literally bumps into the love of his life. They experience a whirlwind of romance as they struggle with Louis’ celebrity status and Harry’s reserved outlook on the future. Both start to question if love was meant to be so painful, but if they weren’t meant to be together, why would the universe allow them to fall in love?

A soulmate/All Too Well AU

A Snow In My Heart by princelyharry / @princelyharry

[Louis/Harry, 3.3k, T, tumblr post]

An AU which Harry and Louis' son caught Harry kissing Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. But it was actually Louis, who is dressed up as Santa Claus.

Or the “I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus” AU

Gift Opening by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Louis/Harry, 2k, E, tumblr post]

It may be Louis’ birthday, but the Christmas Eve hole-iday special is a gift to everyone, whether they’ve been naughty or nice. For one particular return customer, Louis makes it extra special.

like air to me by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

[Zayn/Louis, 5k, M, tumblr post]

The next few inhales fix it all. They always do. The nicotine calming his nerves, his mouth remembering how to fill with enough saliva that it no longer feels as though it’s made of sand. The familiar, comforting taste of a smoke replacing the also familiar but decidedly less comforting taste of waking up after a night’s worth of breathing an entire room’s worth of air because there’d been no one beside him to share it. 

Fuck. 

He focuses on the taste. On the smoke coating his tongue. It’s meditative almost. 

Until it’s not.

Five times Louis’ smoke break brings back memories of Zayn and one time it brings him back to Zayn’s doorstep.

because I am what? sickening! by @loulovehome

[Zayn/Louis, 4k, M, tumblr post]

“Now let's welcome our queen of the night. Give it up for this sexy golden mermaid! She loves going first and if she doesn't step on here soon, her bladder might burst. Here comes Zarina!"

The one where Louis falls in love with one of the most beautiful human.

Fic Fests

1D Country Fic Fest @1dcountryfest

[Multiple pairings, ao3, tumblr post]

Secret Santa Fics 2021

[Multiple pairings, ao3, tumblr post]

[babbysquid]

Not A Whiskey Drinker Pt. 4

Author’s Note: Okay so I got a bit carried away with this chapter but I couldn’t help myself so it’s about twice as long as previous chapters. This is where things really start to get more plot based so the story will really get moving from here. The way I’ve planned out the plot so far though it’ll be several chapters long so get buckled up!

Warnings: mild cursing, suggestive language, Jack “Whiskey” Daniels needs his own warning

Length: 2,586 words

Not A Whiskey Drinker Masterlist

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“She almost broke the man’s arm Champ!” said Whiskey, phone to his ear.

“I don’t care. If you’re exaggerating this skill of hers she’ll be a liability.”

“She won’t be a liability!” Whiskey was seething at this point. Yes it had only been a few days, but somehow he had become protective over you. Seeing you twist the man’s arm back at the bar lit a fire somewhere deep inside his stomach. Whiskey heard a sigh through the phone.

“Fine. You’re training her and she’ll be your responsibility. Don’t fuck it up Whiskey.”

With that Champagne hung up. Whiskey was buzzing with excitement. With the combination of your quick wit and your apparent hand to hand combat skill you were definitely capable of becoming an agent with the Statesmen.

The ding of the elevator stirred Whiskey from his thoughts. Strutting out of his office he quickly caught up to you.

“Whiskey.”

“Mornin’ Y/N. How’s my lovely little lady today?” you rolled your eyes and shook your head, continuing towards your office. Along with your normal bag you had also brought a tote bag that contained some office necessities. After setting your bags down you pulled out an electric tea kettle and made your way towards a shelf to find a spot for it.

“Y/N think fast!” came Whiskey’s voice as he threw the mug that sat on your desk. You quickly spun around and caught the mug before it could smash on the floor.

“You’re the absolute worst.”

“Not a coffee drinker either?” Whiskey said, eyeing the variety of teabags you pulled from your tote.

“Nope. Coffee is a slap in the face. Tea feels like a hug.”

Whiskey gave his standard full body laugh.

“You really are somethin’ darlin’.”

“Out.” you said, ushering him out of your space. “Come back if you need me.”

“Ya know if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re the boss and I’m the assistant.” Whiskey leaned against the door frame as he said this.

“Whiskey…” you said with a grumble, trying to push him from the door, but the man wasn’t budging. Bending down he whispered in your ear,

“I am a mighty fan of switching up the dynamic every once in a while.” he said and you could almost feel his smirk against your skin.

“Out!” and you shut the door on his face.

‘I swear to god this man will be the death of me.’

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The rest of the day was fairly standard. Random errands Whiskey needed, picking up lunch, sorting through notes, etc. The only difference between today and the previous was the fact that Whiskey kept throwing things at you any chance he got.

“So I organized these files and highlight all the—“ Before you could finish your sentence you looked up as a pen, a baseball, and a full bottle of whiskey were flying at you. Quickly you caught them all and managed to keep the files you were holding in your hands as well.

“Whiskey what the fuck?”

Initially it felt like Whiskey’s standard teasing, but at this point it was ridiculous and was getting on your nerves. If you didn’t catch the whiskey bottle it would’ve made a huge mess and you were most likely the one who would have to clean said mess.

“Wouldn’t have thrown ‘em if I knew you weren’t gonna catch ‘em.” said Whiskey from behind his desk, propping his feet up on the wood and stretching his arms behind his head.

You were too focused on the files when you entered his office that you didn’t realize Whiskey had taken off his blazer and tie. He was wearing his standard white dress shirt and some suspenders. He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows and you couldn’t help but stare at his tanned arms. You didn’t realize how much muscle the man had. You shook your head.

“Why do you keep throwing shit at me?”

“Oh darlin’,” Whiskey stood up and pulled the bottle of whiskey and the baseball out of your hands, set them down on his desk and leaned on the wooden table. “just testing your reflexes and reaction time.”

“Ginger was right.”

“Hmm?” said Whiskey, pulling his suspenders off his shoulders and popping open the bottle of whiskey. You stared as he brought the bottle to his lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he took a swig. He licked his lips and you felt a shiver run through your body.

“I’m waiting darlin’.” he said with a smirk. He knew you were staring. He had made sure you were staring.

“She said you were a character.”

“I have been called larger than life.”

“Uh, anyways here are the files.” Reaching out to hand the files to your boss, his hand met yours and once again the two of you froze. The only movement coming from the room was the rise and fall of your chests and Whiskey’s thumb making slow circles on the back of you hand.

“Jack I— oh.”

You immediately moved your hand and Whiskey took the files from you at the sound of Ginger’s voice.

“Sorry.” said Ginger, giving you an apologetic look. “Champ gave me some…” Ginger paused, looking for the right word. “updates — classified updates — that you need to hear Jack.”

“Guess that’s my cue.” you said, making your way out of the office.

“Get home safe Y/N.” said Whiskey giving you a smile. Your heart fluttered in response.

‘Stop. You cannot have feelings for your boss. Especially Whiskey.’

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It was finally Friday after work and to say you were exhausted was an understatement. The rest of the week had been pretty straightforward minus some odd behavior from Whiskey. He continued to randomly throw things at you or ask seemingly random questions.

‘How quickly can you run a mile?’

‘About 7 and a half minutes.’

‘Ever got in a fist fight?’

‘No, but I’ve prevented some from starting.’

‘How flexible are you?’

That question you decided to ignore. There was one question, however, that kept replaying in your mind over and over again.

‘Have you ever shot a gun?’

When he asked the question you stopped in your tracks. Sure he was from the South so he most definitely had experience with firearms but you? Nope. Frankly, guns scared the shit out of you. Why did he want to know?

‘No. My dad and brother would go to shooting ranges occasionally but never took me. But if they asked I would’ve said no.’

You pondered his reasoning for all these questions as you took a shower. The questions could’ve been an attempt to get to know you better but they were nothing along the lines of ‘where did you grow up?’ ‘do you have any pets?’ or ‘what’s your favorite color?’. You were stirred from your thoughts by a knock at the door.

Parker.

“One second!” you called, stepping out of the shower and pulling a towel around yourself. You rushed to the door leaving a small trail of wet footprints behind you.

“You really had the audacity to knock while I was—“

“Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes.” came a thick accent. Your eyes widened immediately and you swallowed.

“Whiskey?”

“You gonna let me in darlin’?”

You were too shocked to do anything other than follow his request. Stepping aside to allow him to enter you shut the door behind you.

“Nice place. Nice getup too.” he said with a wink.

You were suddenly hyperaware of the current state of your appearance. Your hair was dripping wet and you were naked other than a much too small towel wrapped around yourself. Your boss (your very attractive boss) was in your apartment and you were essentially naked.

“One second.” you said, and ran back to the bathroom to change into the clean clothes you pulled from your closet before. Throwing on your sleep shorts and a large shirt you stormed out of the bathroom to confront Whiskey.

“Firstly, how the hell did you get my address and secondly, why the fuck are you here?”

“Firstly,” said Whiskey, putting his hands on your shoulders attempting to make you calm down. “I told you we did a background check. And secondly,” he guided the two of you over to your small couch and placed a plastic bag on your coffee table. “I brought dinner.” You narrowed your eyes and glared at him.

“What is it?” your voice still tinged with anger.

“Sushi.”

After a minute you responded.

“Okay fine you can stay.”

Whiskey took several boxes of sushi out of the bag and all your favorites were there. Your mind was doing flips to figure out much all this costed. Sushi was not cheap, especially from the restaurant he got it from.

“How’d you know sushi is my favorite?”

“Background checks.”

“Okay now I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” Whiskey just gave you a smile and dug into the food. The two of you ate in silence. While scarfing down your sushi as politely as possible, it had been a long time since you had your favorite food, you observed the man next to you. He still had his black Stetson and black cowboy boots, but his slacks and blazer had been replaced by some tight fitting jeans and a matching denim jacket. The same camel coat he wore when you first met was hanging on the hook on the back of your door.

“Those gears in your head are turning darlin’.”

“Why’d you actually come here? I doubt it was just to buy me dinner.”

“Straight to business sugar? I do have to admit you’re not wrong about my intentions.” Whiskey pulled off his hat and sat it down on the coffee table. A hand went up to smooth his hair down and he turned to face you directly, a serious look on his face.

“As you’ve probably noticed Statesman Brewery is… different. We are a brewery but we’re also something more. First and foremost we are a secret independent intelligence agency.”

You choked and almost inhaled the gulp of water you were swallowing.

“I know it’s bizarre darlin’ but please don’t hurt yourself,” he said, placing a hand on your knee. “even if I wouldn’t mind doing some CPR on a catch such as yourself.” You gave him the standard look you gave him when he said these types of comments. “I wasn’t just throwing shit at you to scare you and those questions I asked? Bit of a verbal test if you will.”

“Okay now tell me the actual truth.”

“I’m serious Y/N.” his eyes darkened slightly. “You have the makings to be an agent.”

“And you think that because I caught some random crap you threw at me and because I can run a mile slightly faster than the average person?” you leaned against the couch, arms crossed. Whiskey seemed serious about what he was saying, but you weren’t fully convinced yet.

“You were at The Parking Lot on Tuesday.”

“Okay what the fuck are you stalking me now? More ‘background check’ stuff?” you said, making air quotes with your fingers.

“That was pure coincidence. Promise on my late mama’s soul.” Whiskey raised a hand and traced an ‘X’ over his heart. “I saw that ungodly man try to have his way. Was close to stopping things myself before I saw you twist his arm around his back. You were faster than a jackrabbit.”

“You saw that?”

“Sugar, the whole bar saw it. But even if the bar didn’t, I still would’ve. The second I saw you and your friend walk in, well, let’s just say I wasn’t interested in watching the football game anymore.”

Whiskey had been watching you. He saw you act fast and save yourself from that dick at the bar. Subconsciously you pulled your shoulders back and your heart swelled with pride.

“You showed him who’s boss.” Whiskey winked, repeating the phrase that seemed to keep coming up.

“Okay okay so let me get this straight. You’re some sort of secret agent, whose coverup is a business man in the alcohol industry.”

“So far so good sugar.”

“And you’re suggesting that I join this secret intelligence agency?”

“Not so much suggesting as I am insisting but other than that you’re right on the money.”

“Did you hire me as your assistant with the intent of offering me a position as an agent?”

“That, darlin’, was all you. You impressed me that night. Spoke to Champ and Ginger about it and convinced them that you’d be a good agent.”

“Champ and Ginger are agents too?” Your eyes widened. “Is Sara the receptionist one too?” Whiskey laughed at this question and your curiosity.

“No Sara is not an agent. Only a handful of people in the New York and California offices are agents. The rest of them are at the Kentucky branch.”

You paused thinking about your next question and looked down at your hands. You couldn’t help but fidget, anxious about how Whiskey would answer the next question.

“And what if I say no?”

“That’s not really an option.”

You swallowed hard and looked back up to meet Whiskey’s eyes. He had a serious look, but that seriousness slowly melted into something softer. Hope? Encouragement? Something else? He shifted on the couch so his knees touched yours.

“I have seen what you can do. You’ve got reflexes like a cat, almost broke a man’s arm.”

“He deserved it.” you grumbled.

“No arguments there darlin’. You have what it takes. Sure you’re gonna need training and whatnot but you’ll get the best of the best at Statesman. Besides, you’ll have the top teacher we have to offer. Me.” There was that million dollar smile again.

“Okay initially I was on board, but after hearing that I’ll have to spend more time with you? Kill me or dispose of me or whatever the ‘not option’ option is.” You jumped at the intense laugh that came out of the man in front of you.

“Darlin’ you’re breaking my heart.”

“And you’re breaking my sanity.” you rolled your eyes and started to put away leftovers from dinner. When you closed the door to the fridge you heard Whiskey’s voice in your ear.

“You haven’t said no.”

You turned around, practically chest to chest with Whiskey.

“Doesn’t really feel like I have a choice cowboy.” giving him a smirk. Whiskey reached around your waist to grab a pen that was on the kitchen counter. It felt like he was cornering you, but something inside you welcomed it. Whiskey scribbled on the notepad that sat next to the pen, ripped the page off, and pressed the paper into your palm.

“Pack your stuff for a week long trip. Meet me at that location on Monday morning at 6am.”

With that Whiskey turned and grabbed his coat and hat, making his way to the door.

“Sweet dreams darlin’.” he said, tipping his hat and closing the door behind him. You glanced down at the paper. His handwriting was much nicer than you were expecting. All that was on the paper was an address located in a really nice part of the city and a phone number. You could only assume it was Whiskey’s cell phone number. The only other thing on the paper was a small heart with a ‘W’ inside it. You didn’t want to acknowledge it, but seeing that doodle made warmth spread across your chest.

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The Dancer & The Cowboy (Vmin)

Description: Jimin has gone to live on his father's friends farm for the summer, when Jimin would rather be at dance academy, from this point he meets Tae a cowboy who is low key cute an he develops a crush on him, Jimin soon learns what country life is like and learns to let loose, to fall hopelessly in love with a cowboy. 

Masterlist 

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Chapter(s) : One | Two | Three | Four | Five 

Warning(s): Homophobic slurs, swearing 

A/n: here is a hopeless romantic story idea that I had and wanted to see where it goes...so here we are also this story has a playlist on Spotify 

*DISCLAIMER: Anything said or portrayed in this story are completely fictional and have no link to the original people or their personalities.*

* One * 

Music thumped in Jimin’s ears as his body effortlessly danced to the beat, gracefully moving through the air the crowd was in awe but one pair of eyes that mattered most to Jimin was the judgemental stare of his father. His father never liked the idea of his own son becoming a dancer; he said it was girly and useless, however his mother adored the idea, taking Jimin to his dance lessons and encouraging him to do his dream. 

That was until his father saw his drop in grades, one night his father threw Jimin's report card onto the table, “you think dance is better than your education?” His father gritted, making Jimin squirm in his seat.

“It’s what I want to do professionally, “ Jimin calmly said, taking a quick glance over to his mother who gave him a small smile. His Father scoffed, raking his hand through his dark hair.

“Jimin, it is not a profession, it won’t make you money in the future-how will you support yourself?” His voice rose, making Jimin frown even more, “this is a girl thing to do and I will not have a son whose…” he stopped not wanting to say the word, tears brimmed at Jimin's eyes.

“Say it Father. A son whose gay, homosexual, well I might be them things but look at the awards I have won over the years, I even got an offer from the highest dance academy in Seoul is that not enough for you?” he cried back with some spite, His father sunk into his chair.

“I will give you one month if your grades do not improve I’m sending you to live with my friend on his farm in Daegu” 

Jimin stood up from his chair in shock  “What? I’m not going to live on some dirty farm in the middle of nowhere!” he said in disgust as his father chuckled at him,

“Your going there to really learn what hard work is for the summer” 

Jimin looked between his father and mother, “Mother? Do you agree with this?” 

She sighed, gently shaking her head “your father is right Jimin as much as I love to see you dance, you can’t live in a fairytale” Jimin sighed as he never liked to argue with his mother, looking back to his father holding out his hand to shake on the deal. 

                                                 *One month later* 

Jimin’s grades did not improve. 

And now he’s sitting in the train on the way from Busan to Daegu, he was not impressed the scenery was pretty after a somewhat decent journey to Daegu Jimin got off the train the summer heat hitting him in the face as his sunglasses shielded him from the bright sun, he wore a loose fitting shirt, dark shorts and his favorite pair of sneakers at quick glance he could be mistaken for an idol which someday he hopped to be. 

Looking around the station he saw the middle aged man in denim jeans, a check shirt and a cowboy hat along with boots to match his hat, the man waved over at Jimin; Jimin internally cringed at the elder not looking forward to the summer when he should be at dance academy right now. Walking over to the man Jimin smiled “Kim Youngsun nice to meet you” 

Youngsun looked at Jimin “ an’ you must be Sang kyu’s boy, well he told me everythin’ an’ eh..let's hope you survive the summer” Youngsun joked taking one of Jimin's suitcases, walking out of the station to a beaten up ford pick-up truck that had really seen better days, Jimin went to get in when a big dog jumped at him through the window, jumping back Jimin stared at the dog as it panted and drooled over the seat and window. 

Grimseing  Jimin opened the door, staring at the dog as it refused to move, Youngsun laughed “don’t worry bout Bandit he’ll move” Bandit moved over as Jimin was hesitant to sit in the now wet patch on the seat. 

The drive to the farm was long as Jimin sighed, “what’s that smell?” he asked as Youngsun chuckled, 

“Called the country” 

Jimin grimaced again, as he looked out of the window seeing rows and rows of fields and hardly any civilisation, pulling out his phone he tried to get some cell service. “Ah you won’t get any service on that fancy phone of yours…” Yongsun chatted, 

“Well how do I talk to my friends? Or let my parents know I'm safe?” JImin questioned.

“Don’t worry you’ll be fine” 

“Hope so” he mumbled as the truck turned off the main road and onto a dirt path, trees shading over the path, up in the distance was a country house with a porch wrapped around the whole outside with a typical swinging chair near the front door too. Yongsun pulled up outside as he let Bandit out of the truck and got Jimin’s luggage out of the back “damn boy what did you pack?” Yongsun asked as Jimin put on his sunglasses, “just the essentials” 

“Essentials? I’d lov’ to know what ya mean by essentials” Yongsun joked as Jimin scowled under his sunglasses.

“Oh leave the boy alone Youngsun let him get settled...c’mere honey I’ll show you to your room” an elderly lady stood at the porch, hands placed firmly on her hips, Jimin lugged the suitcase up the porch steps. “I’m Yeona, nice to meet you” she held out a hand for Jimin to shake as he took it timidly, “Hi I’m Jimin, but you already knew that” 

“Course I did...what are they feeding you up in that city...skin and bones boy” 

“I’m a dancer” 

‘Oh right, your father mentioned that you danced, well maybe you could give my grandson a few lessons..poor boy got two left feet” 

Jimin giggled at the comment as he followed Yeona into the house, it felt cosy with the small floral wallpaper and dark wood flooring, looking around Jimin was interested in the family pictures on the walls. One in particular stood out to him; it was a family photo he recognised Yeona, Youngsun, sitting either side of Yeona was two young boys and a baby sitting in her lap, “who are the children in the photo?” Jimin asked as Yeona sighed happily.

“They are my beautiful grandsons, the eldest Jin then Namjoon and the baby is Taehyung, you’ll meet Namjoon and Taehyung they still live here, Jin however went off to the city to become an idol.”  

“Wait Jin as in Kim Seokjin? The model, actor and singer?” 

“Yep, that’s him” 

Jimin was at a loss for words, why didn’t his father ever tell him about this? More importantly why didn’t he make the connection sooner, taken out of his thoughts he followed Yeona up the stairs into a small room with a bed, dresser and a window that overlooked one of the fields. 

“Dinner is at 18:00” Yeona spoke as Jimin looked confused, “6:00 dear...oh and lights out at 8:00 no later” 

Jimin nodded in agreement, “yes mam” 

                                                         ***

Jimin was nervous to go down for dinner, he now had to meet the rest of the Youngsun family as he wasn’t prepared. Trying to calm his nerves he started doing some stretches, reminding himself to stay lumbar and don’t sese up. Picking up the courage he decided to make the journey down the stairs with each step he was now thinking what a big mistake it was. Down the corridor and into the dining room, the smell of food cooking made Jimin’s mouth water, Yeona was at the stove stirring something in the pot. 

“Hello Yeona, do you need some help?” Jimin asked as she turned and gave him a sweet smile, “oh honey, please help me cut them vegetables” Jimin went over to the chopping board that was next to Yeona, in front of them was a large window facing the barn as well as some paddocks, choppin away at the vegetables Jimin catches eye of a tall figure lifting some hay bales, trying to take a closer look, he was tall, lean, denim jeans, flannel shirt and a white hat. Everything just screamed typical farm / cowboy. 

“You having a good look at Taehyung'' Yeona smirked as Jimin felt his cheeks heat up, looking down chopping the vegetables again, “ah..no just. Admiring the view- what a beautiful farm you have” Jimin scrambled as Yeona giggled. 

“It’s alright many of the girls in town flock to Taehyung some boys too, he’s a handsome man definitely took after his mother” 

Jimin was silent as he continued to look at Taehyung through the window, maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all. 

“Should I set the table?” Jimin questioned as Yeona showed him where the plates are kept, grabbing some he walked across the to where a white wooden table was in the centre of the dining room, placing the plates one by one, Jimin didn’t notice the other body who entered the room. 

“Hi you must be Jimin” 

Looking up there was a tanned man with sandy coloured hair and a dimple smile, “hi, yes I am and you must be?” 

“Namjoon” he held out his hand for Jimin to shake which he took, “how are you liking it being on a farm rather than the big city?” he inquired.

“Eh...its different, not sure if i’m going to like it though” 

Namjoon smirked “oh, you will” 

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An alarm screaming at Jimin, cracking one eye open the big red numbers taunted him, 4:00AM

Groaning Jimin pulled the covers back over his head, did he really have to get up this early everyday? Peaking over the duvet he could see a pink sky merging in the morning sun, he appreciated a nice sunrise. Getting out and walking over to the window, a misty haze over the fields did look picturesque but Jimin was now cold, he ran and jumped back into the bed to saviour any warmth he had left.

This was short lived as someone knocked on his door, “come in” Jimin groggily said not happy about the hour he was awake, in came the cowboy from yesterday, Jimin couldn’t remember his name, Tae something? Looking back at the figure in his room, Jimin’s heart felt like it was doing a marathon and his stomach was doing flips, to top it all off his cheeks felt inflamed. “Mornin’ you better get up, there is work to do” he spoke as Jimin scoffed, “there a problem city boy?” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“No...just why so early, can’t it be like 9 or 10?” 

He stood there looking a Jimin before giving him a smirk, “Aha..youre funny city boy” 

“Jimin, my name is Jimin not city boy” 

“Well city boy Jimin better get dressed the animals are not going to feed themselves, oh and better hurry breakfast is going fast” and with that he was gone, Jimin flopped back on to the bed letting out a grunt. “Better get dressed for my first big day in the country” Jimin spoke sarcastically to himself.

Coming down the stairs Jimin could hear talking and plates clattering, walking into the dining room he saw Namjoon, Yeona, Yongsun and Tae. “Good morning Jimin, help yourself better grab it quick Namjoon and Tae here are big eaters'' Yeona spoke as he sipped on her morning tea, “morning everyone” Jimin politely said as he took a seat next to yongsun, looking at the range there was for breakfast, Bacon, eggs, toast, sausages, beans and some hash browns. Jimin felt a little nauseated at the greasy food, his dance teacher would be appalled if she saw what Jimin was about to eat. 

“What's the matter, Jimin not hungry” Namjoon asked as Jimin’s stomach let out a loud growl, “I’m not used to eating these kinds of foods, especially in the morning” he didn’t want to sound ungrateful, as he went to pick up some toast. 

“Ah you're a dancer so you have strict diets...well you're not gonna get any fancy foods out this way..so either eat or starve” Yongsun spoke as he downed the last of his coffee, getting up and leaving. 

The room was silent for a moment, Jimin felt bad for now being a burden on his fathers friends family, as he nibbled the toast casting his eyes down at the plate. “Oh don’t worry about him Jimin, he’s always a grouch in the morning” Yeona spoke coming and placing a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, “Taehyung will be looking after you today, so you boys better get up and out I have cleaning todo” 

***

Jimin followed Taehyung to the barn, opening the large wooden doors to reveal some stables, chickens, a hayloft up top and a feed room, Tae opened a metal bin, using a bucket and scooping some feed into it, he handed it over to Jimin. 

“What am I doing with this?” Jimin asked as Tae scoffed, 

“Feeding the Chickens” Jimin looked at him like he grew a second head, “look you scoop some with your hand and sprinkle it along the ground for them to eat..see” Taehyung demonstrated as Jimin now got the idea. 

“So where are the Chickens?” Jimin asked as Taehyung opened a stable door to reveal a stampede of hungry animals, in a panic Jimin threw the bucket and ran out of the barn. 

“WOAH! WHAT THE FUCK!”  peeking his head back into the barn he witnessed Tae laughing at him. “You’re a dick you know that” Jimin called back as Taehyung was composing himself.

“Now that is new, I have never seen someone run from some chickens” amused at Jimin's reaction, watching him come slowly back into the barn avoiding every chicken in sight, even jumping when they got too close to him. 

“Yea well city boy never been around farm animals before” Jimin huffed as Taehyung picked up the bucket, “well now chickens are fed, let’s put the horses out in the paddock” Taehyung smirked as he watched Jimin’s face drop,

“Horses? Ha can this get any worse” Jimin huffed as Taehyung handed him a head collar, “what’s this?” he asked looking at the leather head piece with a gold plate on one side it read ‘TANGO’ looking up he saw a stable with a name plate that read Tango, inside a Chestnut coloured horse, cautiously approaching the stable Jimin went to place the head collar on, Tango moved her head away from him as he jumped back, “hey cowboy help me” Jimin called as Tae walked straight up to Tango, and slipping on the head collar like it was nothing. Handing him the lead rope, “walk straight out the door and to the gate on the left, walk in then close the gate and take off the head collar..oh and watch your feet some horses are clumsy when they walk” 

Jimin nodded understanding, he hesitantly opened the door of Tango’s stable and began to walk, the whole time Jimin decided to give her a wide berth, approaching the paddock Tango pulled Jimin back as she started to eat the grass outside of the paddock, Jimin tried to pull her but no avail, Taehyung however came strolling past with a Roan horse and put that one in the paddock with no issue, Jimin thought it was witchcraft.

“Cowboy little help please?” Jimin huffed after many attempts to pull Tango’s head up, Taehyung took  the lead rope from Jimin, he made a strange click noise with his mouth and just like magic Tango picked her head up and walked with him straight into the paddock. “Okay so what was that?” Jimin was amazed at how effortlessly Tae made it, “horses are strange animals..but you gotta be tough when needed and kind, gentle when due. Anyway now we clean their stables” Taehyung said as he walked back to the barn, “clean? As in-” 

“Shovel their shit...yea and give them a clean bed, fresh water” Tae jumped in as he handed Jimin a fork, he was disgusted at the job he now had to do, looking back on it now he will never take doing splits on the bar for a hour for granted again. 

And it was only day one, could it get worse from here?

[the-queen-of-fools]

Coffee & Cowboys

Chapter 5

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Word count: 1112 Pairing: Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels x English f!Reader (no y/n, no descriptions) Rating: Mature (For themes. Might become explicit at some point) Warnings: Slow burn; minor angst; post-movie; AU, fix-it fic.

A/N: Sorry for the long break.

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The private car arrives outside your home, waiting while you pack clothes and essentials into a small suitcase as quickly as you can. Kentucky is hot, right? Layers are a girl’s best friend. The driver smiles, places it in the boot and holds the car door open for you, confirming your name and that he is from Statesman. Cowboy Jack follows closely behind, not worrying about invisible boundaries, sliding into the car calmly after you. The driver takes you to a private airfield you didn’t know existed, right up to a swanky looking airplane that has ‘Statesman’ emblazoned on the side. Before you left, as you were shoving things into the case, Cowboy hadn’t explained much, just that the company makes a lot of money and can afford nice things, and quickly at that. Now you’re going to be trapped with him on a plane for who know how many hours, or rather he’s trapped with you, so hopefully you’ll be able to get something out of him.

You leave the car, thanking the driver as he holds open your door again, and gets your case out, before you carry your bag up the steps and settle into a seat on the plane. A lady with a kind face welcomes you and asks if you need anything. You just shake your head, a little overwhelmed with all of it. You even meet the pilot before you take off, who flies you straight to Kentucky. Cowboy still isn’t forthcoming with any information beyond what he’s told you already. He chuckles when you start talking about spies and secret labs, but doesn’t mock you nor correct you. You remembered the book you’d started, so for a part of the journey you continue to read it to him, and you think about what will happen once you get to his body and if that’s it. The thought of the whiskey-loving Cowboy just being gone again, as annoying as his near constant presence is, leaves you with a little sadness. It’s only been three days since he appeared in your life, but it feels like much longer.

You’re pulled from your thoughts from an announcement that you’ll be landing soon, and to fasten seatbelts. You look around and see Jack, watching you, a look on his face you can’t quite figure out. What you don’t know is that it had matched your own before the pilot interrupted, that he had been thinking about the same thing. After landing in another private airfield, another nice car and driver takes you the short journey to the Louisville distillery. Cowboy has been frowning more the closer you get, and once you arrive and see the large, imposing building, he’s completely tense. You’d quite like to reach out and comfort him somehow, but you’re sure he wouldn’t appreciate a hand passing through him, not matter the intent. Once you open the car door and step out into the Kentucky air, your bag is returned to you, and you start to walk toward the entrance, where two people were already waiting for you.

The cowboy is silent, so you have to assume that it’s Ginger and her boss before they introduce themselves. Ginger is warm and inviting to you, no doubt her curiosity about this whole situation adding to her desire to keep you comfortable. Her, and you imagine Jack’s, boss introduces himself as Champ. He isn’t quite as warm, but he’s welcoming in his own way, and you can see out of the corner of your eye that your not-ghost companion is still on edge when you all come together. “Sorry about the haste.” Champ says, “hope you’re not too jet lagged.” You wave it off, and they gesture for you to follow them into Statesman. They take you quickly through the building, straight towards the offices part, Ginger asking politely about the flight, apologising again about the speed of your departure. She says that’s it’s all just very interesting, and Jack was an employee that they cared about, so if it’s true they’re eager to help in any way. They’ve contacted your work, and you have all the time off you need, and they’ve sorted out accommodation for you nearby, free of charge. When you finally make it to Champ’s office, you were amazed at the view, the decor, everything.

Then more questions came. Mostly from Ginger, though Champ threw some in too: What happened? Has anything changed for you recently? How did it start? What were the two of you doing in the kitchen? What does he look like? Is he solid or transparent? What does he sound like? Is he always clear? Can he hear us? Do you always see him? Can he move to another place? Can he move things? You answered them, of course, dutifully and with as much information as you could. You even explained to Ginger about your little experimentations with Cowboy. She giggled, and talked to you about more ideas she was having about other tests to run, stuff you’d never have been able to do yourself. Eventually, Ginger got you to describe Cowboy Jack down to the finest detail. His face: strong jaw, prominent nose, moustache. His hair: dark, nearly black. His clothes: jeans, shirt, denim jacket. If he had anything else (you told them about the hat)? Ginger asked you questions about him: about his attitude, his demeanor, if you’ve talked about anything that’s happened during his ‘missing time’. Then they asked questions for him, answering via you: how he feels, if he can tell where his body is, what his last memories are? And you get it. It’s a completely bizarre concept, they have to check you’re telling the truth, and it really is their employee that’s a disembodied spirit haunting you. But there were so many, and it was boring, and you’d had a long flight with Jack avoiding the questions you had.

“Okay.” You finally stop her. “That’s enough... I need answers too.” Ginger and Champ look at each other and nod. “What the hell is this place, because there’s no way you lot work for just a distillery. There’s something else going on.” “What did Jack tell you?” Ginger replies. “Nothing. Every time I ask, silence. Every theory I ramble about, not a word. But please? It’s obvious there’s something else, I just want to know what…” Champ is the one to give you the answer. You’d mostly figured it out yourself, you’d realise later, but just hearing it out loud was like a balm for your exhausted brain. “We’re an independent intelligence agency. Jack Daniels is an Agent of ours. A good one. Agent Whiskey.”

[pupa-cinema]

Sekihan’s Happy Go Lucky Column - Number Six

Good to see ya, readers of Geki-Rock. I'm the doer of vocals and lyrics for Omedetai Atama de Nani Yori, Sekihan

I never expected this column to last for a whole year, I’m running out of band names…!! -Or so you might think I would say, but I’m still kicking. This time around this’ll be about “Big Bara Sports Day”.

This may be a sensitive theme in the current climate, so this originally was going to get the boot but, in the end I couldn’t come up with anything else so I’m just GOing with this. ….. But actually this isn’t okay LOL! So I’ll walk on eggshells here by using a bunch of photos from back then. Tolerant old Geki-Rock ever the mollycoddler, I’ll have them carry me for this.

Big Bara Sports Days’ catchphrase was “Ya better polish and prepare your lofty katana for us”. In regards to the setlist it wasn’t much different from everything else. It was like this.

- The Prince of Hell/Seikima-II

・HARD BLOW/FLATBACKER

- Odoru Dame Ningen/Kinniku Shoujo Tai

- Kore de Ii no Da/Kinniku Shoujo Tai

However. We fiddled with the titles and lyrics to match our aesthetic. Such as… Prince of xxx. HARD BLOW xxx. Dancing xxx Person. xxx is How it Should Be.

We demonized and enchanted them. Our upgrades to the lyrics were so unrestrained that I can’t even type here.    

I performed as a character named Captain Oklahoma. With a sparkly glittery cowboy hat, a pink and black gingham checked shirt tucked into denim, I was up there as a cowboy. Also a red rose in my hand for some reason. I’ve got a photo here for reference. I digged and this photo popped out (Double entendre).

“A cowboy who strikes punishment unto those who closet their true selves”. For the MC I had my friend wear a muscle suit and act as a convict being crucified on a cross, as I interrogated him “Are you xxx?!”. Whenever he answered “No, I’m not.” I would smack him over and over with a whip, then interrogate him over again. With a “Are you xxx?”. As soon as he said “No, I’m not.” I would whip him again. Once the convict was finally crushed he would say “Yes, I’m xxx” and affirm his xxx. Then along with that declaration I’d scream “It’s fine to be xxx!”, leading up into Kinniku Shoujo Tai’s “It’s fine this way/This is how it should be” (Called “It’s fine to be xxx” here.)

It was such an awesome performance ////////////*blush*

We reused the masks from “I love you! Quintuplets!” and crucified them to the cross.

Also this is the older twin bassist. While I was writing this I just got a LINE message from him reading “I’m getting married this summer”. How omedetai and celebratory for you assholeee. I’ll borrow this space to celebrate. Congratulations Takahisa!! I wanna go to your wedding but I don’t know mah schedule yet! I’ll contact you as soon I do! (Completely personal).

I watched the concert videos and noticed that everyone had the same face in the end for God who knows why. Why… I’m confused now so I’ll end it here.

What will I show and tell next time…. I’ve no ideas left, but I’ll dig up something.