#Things to do Gatlinburg

[whattodo157]

Nestled amid the breathtaking Great Smoky Mountains, Gatlinburg is a paradise for nature lovers. The town promises an array of outdoor experiences that showcase Tennessee's natural beauty, making it a must-visit for those who thrive in the wilderness.

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[orcelito]

I need to learn how to twirl knives bc I think that would be so incredibly gender of me

I need to maybe get a training knife for this express purpose bc im not actually interested in getting my fingers cut off

#speculation nation #1 am daydreaming about twirling knives #i have the finger dexterity i could definitely do it if i learned #and what a great stim thing that would be to do #there r plenty of training butterfly knives online. & im sure there r resources for learning #.... in fact when i tried to look for a real butterfly knife i ONLY found training knives. it was very frustrating. #do still want a real one but maybe i could buy a fake one to learn how to spin it #i just need to go to Gatlinburg again to revisit those sketchy knife shops. oh god there are so many. #and i was SO BROKE when i last went to Gatlinburg. back in fuckin 2016 lmao #daydream of the shops upon shops of knives.... #i wonder if theres anything like that around here. havent seen anything like that but also i dont go out much lmao #i just rly love knives lmao they are SO gender for me #my gender is knives and video games. and also a romp through a stream in tennis shoes #and the smell of roses after rain... #knives r important tho i need to get more knives. always need more. always......... #i want to go to an antique shop. i wonder if there r still any around. hmmmmm

[chchchchelsea]

50 Hidden Treasures Waiting to Be Discovered of Things to Do in Gatlinburg

Embark on a journey of discovery in Gatlinburg, where hidden treasures await around every corner. From scenic hikes and breathtaking views to quaint boutiques and local eateries, this charming mountain town offers endless opportunities for adventure and exploration. Dive into the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, uncover hidden waterfalls, or stroll along the bustling streets of downtown. With 50 hidden gems waiting to be discovered, Gatlinburg promises unforgettable experiences for every traveller seeking adventure, relaxation, and inspiration.

Nature's Bounty of Things to Do in Gatlinburg

Explore the natural wonders of Things to do in Gatlinburg with hidden treasures scattered throughout the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. From secluded hiking trails and hidden waterfalls to serene picnic spots and wildlife encounters, there's no shortage of outdoor adventures waiting to be discovered in this picturesque wilderness.

Downtown Delights of Things to Do in Gatlinburg 

Delve into the heart of Gatlinburg's downtown area, where hidden treasures abound amidst the bustling streets and charming storefronts. Browse eclectic shops for unique souvenirs, sample local treats at hidden gem eateries, or simply soak in the vibrant atmosphere as you stroll along the picturesque Parkway.

Scenic Overlooks of Things to Do in Gatlinburg

Discover panoramic views of the Smoky Mountains from hidden scenic overlooks and vantage points scattered throughout Gatlinburg. Whether you're driving along scenic byways or embarking on a hike to a secluded viewpoint, these hidden treasures offer breathtaking vistas that will leave you awe-inspired.

Cultural Immersion of Things to Do in Gatlinburg

 Immerse yourself in Gatlinburg's rich cultural heritage with visits to hidden gems such as historic landmarks, museums, and art galleries. Learn about the town's fascinating history, explore local art and craftsmanship, or attend hidden cultural events and festivals that showcase the area's unique traditions and heritage.

Off-the-Beaten-Path Adventures of Things to Do in Gatlinburg

Escape the crowds and discover hidden gems off the beaten path, where secluded trails, secret hideaways, and hidden waterways await adventurous explorers. Whether you're seeking solitude in nature or craving adrenaline-pumping activities, Gatlinburg offers hidden treasures for every type of adventurer.

Family-Friendly Fun of Things to Do in Gatlinburg

Uncover hidden gems that cater to families and children, with attractions and activities designed to entertain and delight visitors of all ages. From hidden playgrounds and family-friendly hikes to interactive museums and educational experiences, Gatlinburg offers hidden treasures that promise unforgettable moments for the whole family.

Seasonal Surprises of Things to Do in Gatlinburg

Experience Gatlinburg's hidden treasures throughout the seasons, with hidden gems waiting to be discovered no matter the time of year. Whether you're visiting during the vibrant colours of fall, the snowy landscapes of winter, or the lush greenery of spring and summer, Gatlinburg offers hidden treasures that promise unique and memorable experiences for every season.

Conclusion

Gatlinburg's hidden treasures offer a wealth of experiences just waiting to be discovered by adventurous souls. From the serene beauty of the great smoky mountains national park to the bustling charm of downtown streets, each hidden gem holds the promise of unforgettable moments and cherished memories. Whether you're seeking outdoor adventures, cultural immersion, or family-friendly fun, Gatlinburg's diverse array of hidden treasures has something for everyone. As you explore off-the-beaten-path trails, scenic overlooks, and seasonal surprises, you'll uncover the true essence of Gatlinburg and create lasting memories that will stay with you long after your visit. So, pack your sense of adventure and prepare to embark on a journey of discovery in Gatlinburg's hidden gem-filled landscape.

#Things to do in Gatlinburg

[artstudioofthesmokies]

Beautiful Bachelorette Bash in the Smokies!

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[rahulkumar2658]

Have a taste of the real thing as you visit a distillery and learn about the history and production process behind the world-famous American spirit, moonshine!

#Things To Do in Gatlinburg

[1-800-pogosticks]

These are most of the go-to things people in Europe/the US have referenced when I mention TN. If it’s something else please do me the honor of specifying in the comments/tags <3

#hope this hasn’t already been done #and sorry for hopping on the somewhat annoying state association poll but I’m so curious bc I’ve gotten so many different responses IRL #Tennessee #polls #state polls #state poll #Tennessee poll #TN #USA #Appalachia #southern #dolly parton #miley cyrus #Elvis #Jack Daniel’s #whiskey

[gretavangroupie]

Secluded

Word count: 9.3k+

Pairing: Sam x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Fluff, Drinking.

Summary: You're so ready for a nice relaxing weekend alone in the mountains, until suddenly you're not alone...

You click the bright pink ‘Book’ button on your screen, sealing your fate for the weekend. Tucked away in the mountains of Gatlinburg, a tiny one bedroom cabin awaits you for a weekend of relaxing and recharging. You had wanted to do this for a few weeks, but work always got in the way, making you push it back another week. When Wednesday rolled along and your boss hadn’t mentioned any big projects for the rest of the week, you took your chance. You booked the cabin and counted down the minutes until Friday. 

You packed everything you thought you might want or need, tossing the suitcase in the back of your car, where it sat until the clock struck 5:00 on Friday evening. You changed in the bathroom at work, putting on more comfy clothes to drive in. It was roughly four hours to Gatlinburg from Nashville and you were looking forward to the scenic drive. You turned on your favorite music, letting it provide the soundtrack for your solo adventure. 

The hours on the road seem to pass quickly, anxious energy swirling in your chest. You couldn’t wait to take a bath in the luxurious tub in the peace and quiet of the mountains. You specifically chose this cabin because of it. That and it was completely tucked away from town. The nearest house miles and miles away. Your GPS read one mile left and you turned on your brights as you navigated the winding mountain roads. You saw the lights on the porch were on as you pulled into the parking space in the driveway. You opened the AirBnB app, and retrieved the entry code as you stepped out of the car. 

You grab your suitcase from the trunk, hauling it up the steps to the front door. You enter the code on the electronic lock and hear it unlock, allowing you entry. A few lights are on, scattered throughout the small living room, and a note is left on the kitchen counter, thanking you for choosing their home, and to have a relaxing visit. 

You roll your suitcase into the master bedroom, and are met with a fluffy and inviting queen size bed. You can smell the clean sheets as soon as you open the door, almost beckoning to you to slide in. But no. You have had one thing on your mind the whole drive, and you were ready.

You walked into the bathroom, and turned on the lights before walking over to the large white tub, turning the lever. You run your hand under the water as you feel for it to come to temperature. You push the drain stop down, and watch as it slowly begins to fill with steamy water. It was so nice to be here away from the city. Completely secluded.

You start to shed your layers, preparing to step into the tub as you hear something in the living room. You quickly shut off the water and listen to see if maybe it was just your imagination. But sure enough you hear it again. You recognize the sound. It’s the electric lock on the front door. You quickly redress yourself, heart pounding as you run through scenarios in your head. 

You step out of the bedroom and into the living room, your cardigan wrapped tightly around your chest as you are met with a man standing in the doorway.

His eyes flick to yours, “Oh, hi, I’m sorry. I am just now here to check in. The traffic was bad coming in.” he says, rolling his suitcase through the door.

You toss him a bewildered look. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you mean?” you reply.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks at it, “I am the renter for this weekend…” he says, showing you the booking on his phone.

“No… I’m the renter…” you reply, terribly confused. “Can I see that?” you say motioning towards his phone. 

He steps in further, shutting the door behind him as he hands you the phone. Sure enough it was the same cabin, but the confirmation was from a different site. The host had double booked their property. 

You hand his phone back to him, “When did you book?” you ask.

“I think it was Wednesday?” he says, pushing his long hair away from his face. “What about you?”

You nod your head, “Wednesday as well. Let me call the host and see what she says. Surely there has to be some kind of mix up.”

He nods his head and finds a seat on the small red sofa near the door.

You call the number listed on the note left on the counter, listening as the line rings out. 

“Hello?” the voice answers.

“Hi! I’m so sorry to call you so late but there seems to be a small issue that has come up. I checked in earlier and as I was getting settled, someone else arrived. We compared our two bookings and they both show a confirmation for this weekend.” you say. You listen intently as the woman goes over the bookings in her calendar, absolutely mortified when she realized that she double booked the cabin on two different sites.

After a few minutes on the phone with her, you hit the red end button and stare at the man before you with a horrified look. “She said that she is so sorry, but there is nothing she can do other than comp our stays…She tried to book another cabin up the mountain that her friend owns, but everything around here is booked, even the hotels in town. I really… don’t know what to do in this situation.” you say.

“I can go… it’s really no big deal. I don’t want to ruin your weekend, and you were here first.” he says, standing up from the couch.

“Well, no hold on a minute.” you say, moving to sit on a bar stool in the kitchen. “It’s really late. How far did you have to drive?” you ask.

“It was about four hours, but honestly it was closer to five with all of the traffic. It’s really no big deal, I am used to being on the road.” he says, tying his hair back into a loose bun. 

You know you should feel scared, you are in the mountains in the middle of nowhere, stuck in a cabin with a man you don’t know, but something is telling you that you’re safe. You don’t need to be afraid. You toy with that feeling for a few moments, as your mouth takes over before your brain can think. “You should stay.” it falls from your mouth before you can even think about the logistics.

He raises his eyebrows in response, clearly playing with the idea and taking the time to consider what that would entail.

“This is a one person listing…” he says, confused.

“I know, but… I saw extra bedding in the closet, and if you don’t mind taking the couch, you could stay. I just can't in good conscience let you drive five hours because I am being selfish.”

“Wow, that is… very kind of you. If you are absolutely positive… I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” he says, “I’m Sam, by the way.”

“Well, Sam, I would feel better if you atleast stayed here tonight. We can figure out the rental thing tomorrow.” you say with a soft smile.

“Okay.” he agrees. 

“I don’t want to be forward but I brought some wine with me if you’re interested.” he says, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.

“Actually… I think that is exactly what I need. Good call.” you smile, “I’m Y/N, sorry I didn’t introduce myself sooner.” you laugh. 

“No problem at all. I’ll be right back….do you want to see if there are any wine glasses?” he asks.

You jump down off of the barstool, and pad over to the cabinets as he slips out the front door. 

You release a deep breath, letting your brain process exactly what is happening. You find two glasses, pulling them down from the shelf, and deciding to give them a quick rinse. As you dry them, Sam walks back through the door, clearly a little nervous as he tries not to make eye contact for too long.

He joins you at the kitchen counter, opening the drawers searching for a wine bottle opener. He slices the plastic label revealing the cork, before twisting the lever and pulling out the wine soaked barrier.

You slide the glassware to him and he pours the red wine into the glasses. He passes one to you with a smile and you take it as you make your way over to the couch. He puts a wine stopper in the bottle, before grabbing his glass and joining you, however, opting for the chair across from you.

You sip the wine, surprised at the taste. It's not what you would usually go for but it's shockingly good. 

“So, what brings you out here this weekend? Just a quick getaway?” you ask.

“Yeah, something like that. Just need a little bit of alone time. I spend a lot of time around people for work.” he replies. “How about you?”

“Well, I have been wanting to take a vacation but have had to keep pushing it off because of work, but it just happened to work out for this weekend. Well, kinda.” you laugh, taking another sip from your glass.

“Thanks again for letting me stay, I was more than willing to drive home, but I’m not gonna lie, I am pretty glad I don’t have to.” he says with a chuckle.

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to drive home tonight either.” you smile.

You spend much of the next hour talking, getting to know each other. You drain the bottle of wine as you talk about living in Nashville, your job and a few other odd topics brought up in random conversation. 

He is sweet, and genuine and not bad to look at either. His chestnut brown hair hangs long past his shoulders. He has a small scattering of facial hair, and dark brown eyes that squint when he laughs. He is tall, way taller than you are. You notice this as he folds himself up into the couch, attempting to get comfortable, his bare feet propped up on the edge of the coffee table. As he continues to talk you notice his accent. It’s clearly midwestern, and very distinguishably unique. The way he says certain words almost makes you giggle. You find yourself almost feeling happy that things worked out this way, and that you are in the company of this intriguing stranger.

“So do you have any big plans for tomorrow?” he asks, setting his glass on the small coffee table.

“Yeah, I think I am going to do a little hiking. There is a waterfall I want to check out, and then I might go to this brewery I read about. What about you?” you ask.

“Actually… I am planning on going on a hike, and then I was going to take myself to dinner.” He laughs, but his expression suddenly changes into something you can't place. 

“I know this is crazy but… would you maybe want to hike together?” he asks, pushing his hair back and grasping at his neck nervously. “It’s totally okay if you don’t want to, I mean you probably already have a trail picked out and everything…” he trails off.

“Actually… I was going to pick one out tonight. But…if you want, we can find one now.” you say with a smile. “Plus I think it's better to not go alone anyways.” you laugh.

His smile is practically beaming as he realizes you have agreed to his proposition. “You can pick, obviously we have similar taste if you picked out the same cabin as I did.” he laughs.

You scroll through a list of trails on your phone, and show him each one until you both decide on one with the best view of the waterfall.

The hours have ticked by as you have continued talking. The conversation flowed naturally, and easily. You glance at your phone to see the time and know that if there is any chance of you making it to the hiking trail at a reasonable time you need to go to bed. 

“I think I need to go to bed if I am going to be outside all day tomorrow.” you laugh, “Let me go grab you that spare bedding.” you say, standing up from the couch. You make your way into the bedroom and grab the quilt and pillows from the closet placing the folded articles on the edge of the bed. 

You pop your head out of the door, “Do you need to use the restroom or change or anything before I go to bed?” you ask, knowing that the only bathroom is through the master. 

“Actually, yes. Let me grab a few things.” he says, standing up and walking to his suitcase. He crouches down and pulls a few clothing items and a toiletry bag from the silver suitcase and smiles softly as he walks through the doorway to the bedroom. 

You watch him as he steps into the bathroom, the solid wooden door closing behind him, catching the scent of him as he walks past. You walk over to your suitcase, retrieving your pajamas and your toothbrush, getting everything ready for bed. The door opens, and you can see that he has changed. A pair of flannel pajama pants hang off of his hips. He has opted for no shirt, but to be fair he probably wasn’t planning on being around anyone. You can hear the buzz of his electric toothbrush as your eyes travel the length of his body in the reflection in the mirror. As you make your way up you catch his eyes in the mirror, quickly looking away as you feel your cheeks flame red. 

You quickly gather your things, and place them on the bed, waiting for him to be done and avoiding any further eye contact. 

Hearing the water splashing, you know he is done and will walk out any second. You take a deep breath to calm yourself and watch as he walks out of the bathroom with his bag and clothes. 

“There’s the extra bedding.” You say pointing to the pile on the bed, trying not to hold his gaze for longer than you have to.

His eyes dont break away from you as he nods. He steps over to the bed and retrieves the pile of blankets, “Thank you.” he says, your eyes return to meet him, “Goodnight…” he says with a smirk, and then he is stepping out the door. You shut it behind him and lock it, before letting out the breath you were holding. What was that all about? 

SAM POV

As you hear the door shut behind you, you blow out a breath between your lips. That was interesting. Your mind is still reeling from everything that has happened tonight. You toss the pillow on the couch before spreading the sheet over the cushions. You spread the quilt out on top of the sheet and admire your handiwork. It will do, and you are used to worse. 

You fold your clothes and put them into your suitcase along with your toiletry bag. You lock the front door, and turn off the lamp at the entry table. You grab the two wine glasses from the coffee table, depositing them in the kitchen sink to be dealt with tomorrow. You grab your phone charger and plug it into the outlet on the counter, as you realize you haven't looked at your phone in hours. You grab it off the coffee table and see a few missed messages.

Jake: Did you make it?

Daniel: How’s the woods you hermit?

You laugh at Daniel’s message, replying to him and Jake, letting them know you made it. You’d tell them the story of the mix up next week, but for now your makeshift bed was calling. You plug your phone into the charger, and turn off the light, leaving the small cabin in total darkness. You pull the quilt down and slide into the small space of the couch, before pulling the soft cotton over your bare chest. You let out a sigh and realize there is not a single noise to try and tune out. 

You turn onto your side and stare into the darkness as your mind races with all of the thoughts you came here to escape. You see the thin strip of yellow light disappear under the door to the bedroom and smile to yourself, as you hear the creaking of the bed as she goes to sleep for the night. 

How did you get so lucky to be stuck in this cabin with such a beautiful girl? Better yet, how did you manage to convince her to go hiking with you tomorrow? 

You saw the way she was looking at you in the mirror. Her eyes lingered a little longer than normal. You’d be lying if you didn’t have the urge to look at her the same way, but you were trying very hard not to get kicked out of this cabin. The way her cheeks turned pink after a few glasses of wine, or her laugh when you told her a joke… it was funny how quickly you felt comfortable around her. Sure, you meet and talk to people everyday, but somehow she was different, and tomorrow you planned to get to the bottom of that. 

—

Your eyes shot open when you heard the sound of the bedroom door being opened. You blinked rapidly to clear the sleep from your eyes, being met with the vision of a blurry figure walking towards the kitchen. The sun was up and pouring in through the blinds on the windows. The sound of footsteps walking into the kitchen had you stretching and groaning as you felt your joints in your ankles popping. 

“I’m sorry I woke you.” she all but whispered into the quiet morning air. 

“That’s okay, I need to get up anyways.” you say, voice still sleepy. You watch as she mills around in the kitchen cabinets looking for the supplies to make coffee. A small smile crosses your lips as you watch her. She stands on her tiptoes to reach the top shelf to grab the coffee filters, her shirt lifting to reveal a bit of her stomach, sending a signal straight to your groin. 

What is this, the 1700’s? It's her stomach Sam. Get it together.

You swallow harshly and stand up, grabbing your toiletry bag and making your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you rub your eyes and try to run your fingers through your messy hair. Pulling the elastic from your wrist, you tie your hair into a messy bun, before beginning to brush your teeth. 

As you make your way back into the living room, the smell of coffee begins to overtake the house. You pull a shirt out of your suitcase and pull it over your head before joining her in the kitchen. She pours coffee into a mug and slides it across the island towards you with a smile. 

“I would ask how you slept but I know it couldn’t have been well on that tiny couch. I totally should have let you take the bed. I didn’t even think about it.” she says. A flutter in your chest causes you to let out a small laugh. 

“I actually slept fantastic. There wasn’t a single noise all night.” you say. “I am used to sleeping in small spaces, so it really was no big deal.” 

“Okay, if you say so…” she says, a moment of silence lingers between the two of you. 

“What time were you thinking about heading out today?” you ask.

“I was going to ask you the same thing… maybe in like… an hour?” she asks.

“I’ll be ready.” you smile.

“Sounds like a plan.” she says, grabbing her mug and disappearing into the bedroom.

HER POV

As you retreat back to the bedroom with your mug in hand, you close the door behind you and let out a sigh.

Your heart seems to be racing and you can hardly stop your mind from spinning. He looked different this morning. Really different. His hair up in that bun, His bare chest, the smile on his face when he took his coffee…You were in for a long day.

You took your time getting ready, making sure your boots were tied correctly, and that you filled your backpack with hiking necessities. When you finally emerged from the room you saw him sitting on the couch waiting for you. His face lit up when he saw you, causing you to blush a little. Dressed in far too short shorts, and a long sleeve t-shirt, he looked effortlessly put together. His blue fanny pack slung across his body, and a pair of sunglasses sitting on top of his head. He had let his hair back down and the waves framed his face. 

“You ready to go?” he asks.

“Yeah, let me grab my sunglasses and we can go!” you say, walking to the kitchen. You grab your sunglasses from your purse and dig around for your keys.

“Oh, I will drive. I am blocking you in anyways.” he laughs.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“Absolutely. Lead the way.” he says motioning to the front door.

As you step out onto the porch you see his car is in fact parked directly behind yours. “You drive a Tesla?” you ask, a little shocked.

“Yeah! Probably not the most practical for the mountains but, this rental had a charging station, which is why I picked it. She's all charged up and ready to go.” he says with a smirk.

“You know, you kind of strike me as a Tesla guy, now that I think about it.” you say playfully.

He opens the door and you climb into the passenger seat. As he gets into the driver's seat he starts the car and a cheerful tone plays through the speakers. You look around at the interior before turning back to him and raising your eyebrows.

“It was my first big dumb purchase, don’t judge me.” he laughs.

“No judgment here…” you reply giggling to yourself.

He types the directions into the touchscreen and you set out on the stretch of tree lined road. 

After a few minutes on the gorgeous scenic road you pull into the trailhead and park. You both get out and make your way to the trail entrance. The weather is beautiful and sunny, and you know by the sheer number of cars in the parking lot, that everyone else had the same thought today.

You begin your hike, opting for the less traveled path at Sam’s suggestion. He points at flowers and trees and makes jokes that have you laughing most of the hike. He mentions the waterfall nearby and you set your course heading to find it. 

He asks about your job and your hobbies and what kind of music you like. You have walked about 3 miles at this point, time flying by in his company. As you admire the beautiful scenery you feel his hand brushes against yours gently, sending a flash of electricity through your body and a blush across your cheeks. You continue walking, taking notice of his natural flirtiness, and letting him attempt to woo you.

A while later, as you finish explaining your mutual love for vinyl hunting, you are met with the beautiful sight of the waterfall, hidden and tucked away from the most common path, surely a reward for those who choose to take this one. 

To get to the cliff to view the waterfall, you have to make your way up a small set of boulders and onto the flat part of the cliff. As you go to start climbing up Sam stops you. “Let me go first, and then I can help you over?” he asks.

“Oh such a gentleman…” you say playfully.

“I can’t let a pretty girl go first, what if there is a bear or something?” he says.

“Well then I think we are both out of luck Sam…” you laugh, watching his slender figure maneuver its way up the boulders. 

“Yeah, no that actually sounds right…” he says, pulling himself up to the flat part of the cliff turning to you with an exasperated sigh. After making a scene of looking for bears he says, “Come on up, I got ya!”

As you start to make your way up, you watch as his hand reaches out for yours. Your eyes flick up to his, locking in on the big brown orbs as you reach your hand into his, letting him pull you up and over the ledge. The same spark running through your veins.

“Thanks…” you say with a smirk.

He raises his eyebrows at you, “Sure.”

As you both sit at the edge of the cliff you overlook the waterfalls roaring in front of you.

“It’s so beautiful. I can’t believe there aren’t a ton of people here!” you say, shocked.

“I know, but it’s kinda nice.” he says, turning to look at you. You both sit down, resting your tired legs, stretching them out in front of you as you watch the water fall down into the stream below. You watch as he crosses his ankles and leans back onto his hands, turning his face to the sun. You smile inwardly as you admire how content he looks. The way the sun hits his cheekbones are something straight out of a Greek Mythology book.

It’s quiet for a few minutes, just the roar of the waterfall as you speak, “So you know all about me now, but I can’t help but notice you have hardly shared anything with me about yourself.” 

He turns his face away from the sun to look at you, “Well, what would you like to know?” he asks.

“How about… what you’re doing renting a cabin alone in the woods?” you ask playfully.

“Same reason you are. To get away from work.” he answers.

“And work is?” you ask.

He pauses for a moment before answering, “Work is…I work with my brothers. That should tell you everything you need to know.” he laughs, “It’s a demanding job, we travel constantly. Always together. Sometimes I just need to be alone.” he says, smiling softly.

“Understandable.” you reply, a beat of silence passes. “So you have brothers…where did you guys grow up?” you ask.

“A small town in Michigan actually.” he replies with a smirk.

“Ah ha… that is the accent isn’t it? I couldn’t place it, but… there it is.” you laugh.

“Yeah, yeah… I know, I hear about it constantly.” he mocks playfully.

“No, it's fine, it’s cute.” you say, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. Your face blushes a bright red and you hope he doesn’t notice. But the smile on his face tells a different story.

He stands up suddenly, looking down at you, extending his hand, “Come on.”

You reach up and grab it, but this time he doesnt let it go so quickly. You feel his fingertips brush against your palm, rough and calloused. You almost found yourself wishing he wouldn’t let go. 

When he finally does, a look crosses his face and you can tell he was nervous about overstepping the invisible boundary made between the two of you. 

“Do you want to swim?” he asks.

“Down there?” you ask, pointing to the water.

“Yeah! Let's at least get our feet wet! Come on, it will be fun!” he says, lowering himself down the boulders, before helping you down. 

You walk down the trail a bit until it turns up at the foot of the stream. Sam kicks off his shoes and walks to the edge of the water before dipping his feet in. “Shit that's cold…” he says, pulling his foot back out quickly.

“I thought you said you were from Michigan… aren’t you used to the cold?” you ask, taunting him.

“I mean yeah, but we’ve lived in Nashville for so long now… I forget sometimes.” he smiles. 

You meet him at the edge walking forward into the water, realizing that he is correct it is freezing cold. “Okay, maybe you weren’t exaggerating.”

“I am known to be a bit dramatic but…” he laughs. His laugh is interesting, not a typical laugh. You would be able to pick it out in a line up if it ever came to it. Sam was a fascinating person and he was growing on you as the minutes passed. 

“Maybe the hot tub at the cabin is more your speed.” you joke.

“You know…it just might be.” he says with a twinkle of mystery in his eye.

You make the three mile walk back to the car, cracking jokes the entire way, talking about the people you encountered on the trail and how bad both of your feet hurt, discussing maybe putting that hot tub to use. 

As you finally make your way back to the car you slide into the passenger seat with a sigh. Both of you are spent, but completely fulfilled after spending a day enjoying nature. The drive back to the cabin is mostly quiet except for the music playing through the speakers, old blues music that has your eyelids feeling heavy. 

Pulling into the driveway Sam pulls in next to your car so that he doesn’t block you in, and shuts off the car and the hum of the music. Before you can reach for the handle Sam is at the side of the car opening the door for you. You step out and make your way to the front door, punching in the code and stepping inside. Sam isn’t too far behind you, likely plugging in his car. A thought that makes you giggle. 

As you make your way to the fridge you grab a seltzer and pop the tab, drinking down the fizzy bubbles, hoping the alcohol will relax your tired muscles. 

“Is it happy hour?” Sam asks, walking through the front door.

“It is, would you like grapefruit, or mango?” you ask.

“Mmmm….Mango.” he replies, meeting you at the counter. “So… what is your plan for the rest of the day?”

“Well, let’s see it's 4:00 now… so I’m not sure. Hang out, shower, maybe eat something later. What about you?” you ask.

“Actually… I was wondering… do you think you would like to join me for dinner?” he asks.

You’re taken aback as you reply hesitantly, “Of course I’ll join you but, do you really want me to come to your special dinner?” 

“Well, yeah. I was actually kind of hoping you would say yes. I just called and updated the reservation for two.” he says nervously.

“What if I had said no?” you ask.

“I would have asked again, but laid on my ‘cute’ accent a little thicker.” he says with a wink.

Your jaw drops at his playful remark. His wink causes a flame to ignite within your chest.

“We need to leave here in about an hour…Is that enough time for you to get ready?” he asks.

“Yeah, it should be, do you want to shower first or…” you ask.

“You can go ahead, I will go after you.” he smiles nodding towards the bedroom door.

A bit later as you are blow drying the last parts of your hair you hear the water shut off as he finishes his shower. You smooth out your blue dress, a last minute addition to your suitcase just in case you felt like going into town. You found yourself feeling thankful that you packed it. 

As the door swings open and he steps out in his towel your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him. His skin is still damp from the shower, glowing almost. His long hair hangs down his chest dripping the length of his torso, meeting the top of the towel wrapped around his waist. 

You try your hardest to pull your eyes away from him, trying not to stare. His eyes meet yours with a gentle smirk and you know you’ve been caught. The blush that creeps over your cheeks also doesn’t go unnoticed by him, causing a slight giggle as he leaves the room. 

You let out a breath as you brace yourself on the wooden bed frame. Fuck, get it together. 

A few minutes later you are ready to go and step out of the bedroom to see him fully dressed and waiting for you. His eyes linger on your bare legs for maybe a moment longer than normal and you watch as he catches himself and meets your eyes. 

“Drink before we go?” he asks, standing up and walking into the kitchen.

You toss him a playful smirk, and nod your head. He pours two glasses of wine and you watch as he focuses on recorking the bottle. You find yourself having a hard time pulling your eyes away from his chest that he has out on full display, only covered by the shirt barely hanging on by a few buttons. 

You bite your lip as you accept the glass from him, sipping down the red wine.

“The sun gave you some color today. You look really good.” he says as he tips his glass back.

“Oh, did I look bad before?” you say playfully.

“No! No I just meant you are glowing a little. It’s pretty. You're pretty.” he smiles softly.

“Well thanks, you seem to have a bit of a glow yourself, but I think you’ve had it since I met you.” you reply.

You see his cheeks grow pink and a smile turns up the corners of his mouth. You both finish your wine and place the glasses on the counter. 

“You ready to go?” he asks.

“Yeah let me just grab my purse.” you say.

You both make your way out to his car, and ever the gentleman he opens the door for you as you slide inside. As he comes around to meet you, you hear the car come to life and shake your head at the situation you have somehow found yourself in. 

He gets in and plugs the direction into the screen, letting it guide him into town. It’s not that long of a drive but the sun is setting and the gentle music playing in the car, combined with the glass of wine, has you feeling the effects from the long hike you had this morning. 

His hand rests on the steering wheel so effortlessly and you can't help but to stare at him. In the short time you’ve known him your eyes have become almost magnetized to him, finding yourself looking at him any chance you get. Your mind wanders wondering how it would feel if his hand brushed across your bare skin. 

No. Stop it. You can’t do this, you don’t even know him. But maybe you want to.

Minutes later you are pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant, gently nestled in the hustle and bustle of the town with a beautiful view of the mountains surrounding you. Twinkle lights hang on the patio of the restaurant, reflecting on the large windows that line the walls of the building. 

“Sam, this place looks really nice, I feel underdressed.” you say, worry lining your words.

Almost as if he had heard your thoughts earlier, he placed his hand on your thigh, as he looked at you, “You look gorgeous, I promise.”

You can feel the redness growing in your cheeks at his complement, as your tongue peeks out to wet your lips. “Thanks, you think so?” you reply shakily.

“Yes, absolutely.” he smiles.

His hand sweeps across your thigh as he draws it back to open his door. The butterflies in your stomach swirling from the brief contact. 

As you step out of the car you meet him at the front to begin walking to the door, when you feel his hand on the small of your back. The warmth that washes over you can be felt head to toe and you wish that the walk to the door was longer. 

He opens the door for you and the host smiles as she looks at him with puppy dog eyes. You can't exactly blame her. 

“Hey, we have a reservation for Sam!” he says enthusiastically.

She fumbles over the menus and hands them to the server without taking her eyes off of him. I wonder what her deal is?

The server takes you to your table and you take your seat at the small table. A white table cloth and a tea light candle is placed in the middle, the glow reflecting onto Sam's face causing his eyes to take on a special glint you can't seem to look away from. 

“Seems like the hostess was sure taken with you…” you say playfully.

“Nahhhh, she was just starstruck.” he laughs.

“Starstruck?” you ask confused.

Panic crosses his face as he holds up the wine list, “Should we get a bottle?” he asks, changing the subject. 

“We can If you want…” you smile.

“Okay, you can pick.” he replies.

“Red or white?” you ask.

“Dealer’s choice.” he replies.

“Hmmm, you're no help...how about a Cab?” you ask.

“Lovely.” he smiles. 

The waitress comes to your table, greeting you and reading out the dinner specials, all of them sounding amazing. You order the bottle of wine and eagerly await its arrival, as you and Sam look over the menu.

“See anything you like?” he asks.

“Yeah, I think I am going to get the special she was talking about. What about you?” 

“Oh I definitely see something I like, but I’m going with the butternut squash dish. Sounds intriguing.” he smiles.

The waitress returns with two glasses and the bottle of red wine, uncorking it and pouring it into the glasses, leaving the bottle on the table. 

Sam lifts his glass to you, “To unlikely circumstances, working out favorably.” he says with a wink.

You feel your cheeks blush, as you tap your glass to his. He is such a smooth talker.

“Cheers, Sam.” you smile.

“Cheers beautiful.” he replies.

Beautiful? You could get used to that...

The waitress returns and takes your order, whisking away the menus, as you sip your wine. The chat continues with more subtle flirting, and you were totally eating it up, hanging on his every word. Even feeling brave and throwing in a few of your own flirtatious remarks.

“Why did you agree to come with me tonight, Y/N?” he asks. 

Feeling a little fuzzy from the alcohol, you reply, “Because you’re cute, and sweet, and you asked.” you giggled.

“You think I’m cute and sweet?” he taunts.

“Well, yeah, and you’re fun and easy to talk to. What reason did I have to say no?” you add.

“Wow, the compliments just keep coming…” he laughs.

“Stop or I will take it all back.” you say.

“Well, I am glad you agreed to come. I would have thought about you the whole time I was sitting here if you hadn’t.” he says.

He would?

“Oh really…” you press.

His eyes flick up to yours as he takes another long sip of his wine, “Actually…I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I met you last night. Then, I got to spend the day with you, got to know you a little bit… not to mention you are gorgeous. I was really hoping you’d come.” he smiles.

“Sam, you flatter me…” you laugh, tipping your glass of wine to your lips. “But for what it’s worth, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either. There's something about you...”

His eyes grow dark and travel down to your lips, “Good to know…” he breathes.

The waitress arrives with your meals, and places them in front of you, refilling each of your glasses of wine, effectively polishing off the bottle. 

Intentions are exchanged silently as you eat, eyes never leaving each other for too long. With pure confidence rushing through your veins you slide your foot along the inside of his leg under the table. The act catches him off guard as a smile forms at the corners of his mouth.

“Mmmm… careful, we still have to get through dessert.” he warns playfully.

You place your fork over your plate and lean slightly forward in your chair, “I like to have my dessert at home.” you whisper.

You see him swallow nervously as he clenches his jaw and you know you have him. You can tell he is having the same thoughts that you are having.  

You weren’t sure what had come over you, this sudden braveness filling your body. But he liked it, you could tell, and you wanted him.

Your foot continued to rub his leg as you talked, waiting for the waitress to bring the check. You tossed back the rest of your glass of wine and let the warmth wash over your body as you locked eyes with him.

“Thanks for inviting me tonight.” you say.

“Thanks for not making me leave.” he replies.

“It’s too bad you’ll have to sleep on the couch again tonight…” you say playfully.

“I can be pretty convincing…” he replies.

“We’ll see about that.” you say, just as the waitress returns with the check. Sam slides his card into the opening, sending it off without even looking at it.

“Bold.” you quip, raising your eyebrows.

He tosses a smirk back at you as she sets the receipt down on the table, thanking you and walking away. Sam signs the check and places his card in his wallet before standing and walking over to your chair. He slides it out as you stand, and places his arm around your waist. A fire spreads through your chest at his touch. 

“Now, how about that dessert.” he growls into your ear. 

—

The ride back to the cabin is spent with his hand grasping the top of your bare thigh, and it feels exactly like you imagined it would. Soft but firm. His thumb twirls across your skin and you can feel a rough patch on the tip.

The sexual tension is buzzing through the air, and you know as soon as you get through the door you won't be able to push it off any longer. 

You look over at him, his eyes focused on the road ahead, and you think about his lips on yours. You imagine how he will taste, how he will feel… But mostly you wonder how this person who was a complete stranger to you just yesterday, now has you feeling like no one has made you feel in years.

The car pulls into the driveway and he shuts it off, rushing to your door. He takes your hand as you step out and walks with you to the front door. You enter the code unlocking the lock as you both are rushing inside. You throw your purse onto the couch, before spinning around to face him. His hands are flying up to your face, cradling your cheeks as your mouth meets his. 

His lips on yours are like pure silk. Remnants of the bottle of wine still fresh on his tongue. His hand slides down to rest behind your neck,  pulling you in closer to him as you walk backwards towards the couch. Your lips part from his just momentarily, as he speaks, “Fuck, I have been thinking about that all day.”

You laugh as he presses them back to yours, slowly letting them trail down your neck. A sigh leaves your mouth as he kisses your throat, your favorite spot.

You push him back to sit on the couch, and climb over top of him, straddling his legs. He places his hands on your hips, as you lean down to meet his mouth once again. Your tongues swirl together in perfect rhythm as you tangle your fingers into his hair, eliciting a soft groan from his chest.

“Oh, you like that?” you whisper.

“Feels good.” he whines.

Feeling brave you unbutton the rest of the buttons on his shirt, letting it fall open as you run your hands down his chest. His skin is tan and glowing, his cheeks pink from the sun today. He sits up and throws his shirt over to his suitcase, before returning his mouth to your neck and collarbones.

“Sam…” you breathe.

“Yeah, baby. Tell me what you want.” he says. That alone sent a spark right to your core. 

“I want you.” you whisper.

“Oh I have been waiting for you to say that.” he growls, wrapping his arms around your waist and carrying you to the bedroom, his mouth never leaving yours. 

He pushes the door open with his foot and tosses you on the bed. He shuts the door and crawls over the top of you. “You want me, huh?” he asks, peppering your chest with kisses. 

“I want you too. Can I have you?” he whispers against the curve of your breast.

“Please.” you beg.

He sits back on his knees and slides his fingers into the straps of your dress, gently pulling them down your shoulders. He grabs the fabric at your waist and slides it down, slipping it over your legs before throwing it off the bed. 

A groan grumbles in his chest as he rakes his eyes down your body. “Stunning.” he breathes. 

You reach behind you, unclasping your bra and tossing it to the side, leaving you bare beneath him. 

“How about now…” you ask playfully. 

He brings his fingers up to your nipples, twisting the buds until they harden, as you groan at the sensation.

“Even better, shit.” he says, shaking his head. 

He leans down, eyes connected with yours as he flicks his tongue over your hardened flesh causing you to arch up into him. 

“Eager little thing. God you’re so hot.” he says, before taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking the sensitive bud. He repeats the action on the opposite side before pressing a kiss to your sternum. 

He works his way down your stomach, stopping right at the top of your panties. 

He sits back on his knees again, before sliding his calloused fingers over the wetness accumulating on your underwear.  

“Are you ready for me? It looks like you are…” he smirks.

“Take them off, please…” you beg.

“Tsk. Tsk. Begging already…” he says, hooking his fingers into the fabric and sliding them down your legs. “God you are just perfect everywhere aren’t you…” 

He leans down, pressing a kiss to you bare heat, your hips bucking into him as he does it. He places a hand on your stomach to still you as his tongue slides through the wetness, a moan leaving your lips.

“You are so sensitive, you respond to me so perfectly.” he says, before licking another stripe through your heat. 

You feel his fingertip teasing your entrance as his tongue starts to circle your clit. Your breathing begins to grow heavier as the pressure builds in your stomach. 

“Relax, take a deep breath. I’ll get you there.” he says. Just then you feel his finger slide into you, as you tense around him. 

“Shit, Sam.” you whine.

His tongue flicks rapidly over your clit as the pressure continues to grow. He slides a second finger in, rubbing your g spot with every motion. 

"Oh my god, why are you so good with your hands?" you whine.

He smiles as he continues, causing you to tense around him.

“Damn you feel so good on my fingers baby…I don’t know how much longer I can wait.” he breathes.

“Please…now.” you beg.

Pressing one last kiss to your core, he removes his fingers, and fumbles with his belt buckle before unbuttoning his slacks and throwing them to the floor. He climbs back over top of you, pressing a kiss to your lips, letting his tongue trace along your lip ever so slightly. 

You wrap your arm around his waist and pull him down closer to you, needing to feel him immediately. 

He lined himself up with your entrance and pressed into you. You both groaned at the sensation, his length bottoming out inside of you. 

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” he whines, eyes squeezed shut.

His hips begin to move and you feel him start to slide out of you before he shoots himself back into you, hitting your sensitive g spot so perfectly.

He grabbed your hips and held you as he began to thrust in and out of you, his hair swaying around his face. The faces he was making as you clenched around him were sending you barrelling towards your release.

You grabbed his hand, and pulled it towards your face, sucking his finger into your mouth. He let out a groan as his hips began to snap into you quicker. You could tell he was getting close by the jagged breathing and the inconsistency of his thrusts, but you were there with him, holding on as long as you could, not wanting this to end. 

“You gonna cum for me sweet thing? Gonna let go and let me feel you all over me?” he asked, short of breath and teetering on the edge.

“Yes… yes, please….” you begged.

“Say my name. Say my name as you cum all over me baby.” he demanded, and with those words you were sent spiraling into your orgasm, his name falling from your lips as you let the sensation wrack through your body. The second his name left your mouth, he was reaching his own climax, spilling inside of you as he groaned through the pleasure. 

He pulled out immediately, watching himself spill from you, with a satisfied look.

You were still breathing heavily, as he made his way to the bathroom, grabbing a wet washcloth. He returned, cleaning you up before himself, still showing that even though his words in the moment were rough and demanding, he was still the gentleman you came to know. 

Still reeling from the euphoria that washed over you, you laid there, a smile plastered to your face as you watched him slide back into the sheets next to you. 

“Oh, you think you’re sleeping in here?” you say playfully. 

“I’m either sleeping in here, or we are both sleeping out there. Either way, I’m not letting you go tonight.” he said, placing a playful kiss on your cheek.

You turn to face him, propped up on your arm, “I can’t believe you were a stranger to me 24 hours ago.” you laughed. 

“We don’t have to be strangers anymore you know…” he says, letting his finger tip trace along your bare shoulder. 

“Well, I think we just got that out of the way, didn’t we?” you laughed.

“I mean, yeah, but I meant like… when the weekend is over.” he trailed off. 

“I'd like that. I like you. Are you leaving in the morning?” you ask.

“Yeah, I have a work call at 9am, I will probably take it from the road.” he answers. 

He gets a funny look on his face as he reaches over you, grabbing your phone from the side table. He holds it in front of your face to unlock it, before going into your contacts. He creates a new contact, and holds the phone over your heads, turning to kiss you on the cheek as he snaps the picture. He types in his number and sends a text to himself, effectively sending himself your number. He leans back over you and sets it back on the table, before placing another gentle kiss on your lips.

“You’re so beautiful, you know?” he says, rolling onto his back.

“You’re only being sweet because I let you fuck me on the first date.” you joke.

“Maybe. But I plan to fuck you after the second, third, fourth, and every one after that.” he replies.

You roll over and turn off the lamp, leaving the two of you in the dark silence of the old cabin. 

“You really think you want to do this again?” you ask.

“Yeah baby, I do. You like me for me. Not for who you think I am.” he replies.

Huh?

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Nothing, let’s go to sleep. It's been a long day.” he whispers, pulling your body into his. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat as you both fall asleep in the bed, meant for two.

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The morning came early, both of you packing your things, and wishing you had more time together. You shared a kiss goodbye, and felt hopeful that you two would see each other again in Nashville soon. After all he did promise you another date right?

Packing your suitcase into your trunk, you took one last look at the cabin, and laughed at how crazy this weekend ended up being. You got into your car, still shaking your head and pulled away wondering if you’d ever be back. As you finally got onto the interstate you had better radio signal, and could finally pick up a few channels. You scanned along until you found one that wasn’t fuzzy. 

You listened in as the radio host spoke, and let your mind wander as he talked in the background. As the new hour rolled in, a new host came on the air, talking about a band touring this summer for their new album and making a stop in Nashville. Intrigued you turned up the volume to listen in and see if you would be interested in going. 

She played their new single and much to your surprise you loved it. It was nothing like you’d ever heard before. Just as it ended the host said that one of the members was joining her on the air.  ‘I’m joined by Sam Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet, how are you doing today?’

‘Hey! I am doing great, thanks for having me on the show!’

That voice. You would know that voice anywhere.

Sam? Your Sam? No. It couldn’t be right? It was just a coincidence, right?

When she began asking about growing up in Michigan with his brothers you knew it definitely wasn’t just a coincidence. Your heart was racing, surely you just didn’t sleep with a famous musician…He continued to talk, answering her questions, being the perfect gentleman that you knew. Full of jokes and laughter, but also insanely smart when talking about his music. 

You couldn’t believe it. But then it clicked. That’s what he meant last night…

‘You like me for me. Not for who you think I am.’

The interview ended, and you shook your head laughing. His work call, the starstruck hostess, his crazy work schedule… it all made sense. 

You pulled out your phone, and found his contact, the picture of the two of you last night sending a smile to your lips.

You: Just heard the craziest thing on the radio…

Sam: Did you?

Just then, your phone rang through your car speakers, it was him.

“Well hello…” you answered.

“I’m more of a talk on the phone kind of guy…” he laughed.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard…” you replied.

“Did you know that you can’t pick up many radio stations very clearly in the mountains?” you ask.

“Hmmm, really?” he replies.

“Yeah, luckily I was able to find one. A local one, right out of Nashville. 105.9… Ever listen to that one?” you ask playfully.

“You know… it sounds really familiar.” he laughs, knowing he’s been caught.

“How long until you were going to tell me that you are some big famous rockstar?” you ask.

“Mmm… maybe never, or maybe next time I saw you. Oh yeah, I have something really important to tell you. When are you free?” he asked, laughing through the thought.

“Oh really? Well, when did you have in mind?” you laughed. 

“How about tonight?” he replied, you could hear the nerves in his voice.

“It’s a date.”

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I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own I made up my mind, I'm better off bein' alone

Was there something wrong with prioritizing work and school? In your mind, absolutely not. However, whenever you received another invitation to a high school friend’s wedding, it put a seed of doubt in your head. All of these acquaintances had met their true love in college, or high school, or, god forbid, middle school, and where were you? Studying. 

Everyone assured you that everyone blooms in their own time, and comparison is the thief of joy, blah, blah blah. You were only convinced to attend an outdoor wedding in the middle of June with the promise of an open bar and wedding cake. The dress was a mauve purple maxi dress, that compressed your body in a way that made you feel like a goddess (and was sure to make you sweat). The neckline sat below spaghetti straps and wasn’t incredibly showy, but to ensure respect, you wore a light gray shrug cardigan and paired the outfit with white satin pumps. Looking at your reflection instilled a bout of confidence, yet you sighed. What’s that saying? Always a wedding guest, never a bride, or something to that effect. 

The wedding was charming, if a little gauche. You and Caroline had maintained a friendship since Freshman year, where she met Todd, and that was it for the both of them. The ceremony was beautiful and the speeches given by their friends and family were tear jerking. You congratulated the happy couple then immediately made your way to the bar, where you ordered a strong enough cocktail to make you cough at the first sip. 

“Careful there,” a voice interrupted, “I do not know CPR.” 

“Don’t worry, if I stop breathing, let me.” The voice was silent. “Oh, that was a … weird thing to say, I’m sorry.” 

You turned, to make the apology more sincere, and quite enjoyed the view. He was a few inches over six feet, with a mane of dark, curly hair that fell just shy of his shoulders. He said something but your hearing was failing you at the moment. He bumped your shoulder in jest, a smirk shining on his lips. 

Late in the night, the city's asleep Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

A few weeks later, you would have thought you had known Danny your whole life. He certainly felt like he had been there forever, like a friend from Kindergarten you remember fondly, but whose name falls short. He was quick to introduce you to his friends and bandmates, who welcomed you with open arms. 

More than his presence, Danny was like no man you had ever met before. Although neither of you had thought to label what you were, his lips randomly spilled with “baby”s and “honey”s instead of your name, like they were your moniker.  It wasn’t until about a month after your meeting that Danny kissed you for the very first time. It felt so natural, like your lips were where his belonged, where they should stay forever and you would never need to breathe. 

In that moment, every quip or pessimistic remark you had made about love was proven wrong. You were wrong. Nothing ever was or would be more important than Daniel Wagner, and each kiss he continued to plant made you tipsier than any wine or liquor ever could. His hands grasped at your hips like you were the only thing stabilizing him to the earth, reaching into your soul and touching you where you had been so sure had disappeared. Screw anything you thought was worth anything, because this was worth everything, and his lips could have been coated in gold, they were so valuable. 

The opulence that his kiss instilled was just enough of a reason to agree to go with him on a weekend getaway. Of course, he asked, knowing your bag was already packed, and as soon as the “sure” left your lips, he was dragging you to his car. The drive to Gatlinburg wasn’t very long, but you would have given anything to make it longer, to hear his voice sing various 80s tunes, his fingers drumming along on the steering wheel. To have his hand extended over the console, waiting for yours, so he could kiss your knuckles.  

And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat And we rule the kingdom inside my room (inside my room, oh)

The weekend, too, passed quickly. You played board games with him in the warm glow of the fireplace, forced him to watch early 2000s rom-coms (and saw him tear up at Bridget Jones’s Diary), and laid with him under pale moonlight, between flannel bed sheets, listening to the thumping rhythm in his chest. It was almost musical. 

On Monday, you were back at work, aching to go back in time, for just a second, to relive those moments where it was just the two of you. That strange feeling in your chest made you nervous, in a good way. During his regular texts to you that day, Danny casually mentioned a house party one of his friends in another band was throwing, silently asking you to go with him. Of course you would, you would go anywhere with him. 

Your studious days in college didn’t allow much for parties, at all, really. You had managed to attend one that got shut down by the cops, in the first fifteen minutes of your attendance. That had been an omen to you, that you simply just were not meant to be a partier. Danny, oh, he was a natural, much like he was at everything else. You were giddy at the idea of the red plastic cup in your hand, like you were 16 again, and Danny just laughed and kissed your forehead. 

When it got too loud that Danny could no longer hear you, he gently grabbed your hand, leading you to a bedroom upstairs. 

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff Baby, all at once, this is enough

“If you think I’m having sex with you in here-” 

“No!” He laughed, opening the window. The roof outside was relatively flat, easy enough to maintain sitting on it, and he climbed out. When he steadied himself, he held his hand out for you, and you couldn’t help but smile as you took it. 

As Danny held your body close to his, he pointed out different guests, and told you various pieces of gossip that he had heard. You’d laugh occasionally, but you couldn’t help but lose focus, keeping your gaze on him, but your mind on the thought of him. Finally, that Saturday, at 10:38 P.M., you realized that you were in love with Daniel Wagner. For the first time, you basked in it, let yourself absorb the warmth of sharing a heart with someone. All of the little things about Danny held your focus for longer than you could manage to comprehend. The slope of his nose, each curl in his hair, and those dark eyes, with hints of gold and mischief. 

“-I love you.” You hadn’t meant to interrupt him. But the smile on his face told you he didn’t really mind. 

“I love you too, baby.” He leaned in for a kiss, effectively sealing the deal. Danny owned you, but you owned him too.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

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Hi, do you have a list of accredited or reliable zoos and aquariums in TN that have herp displays? Looking for places to visit while I’m there :)

The Chattanooga Zoo, Nashville Zoo, and Zoo Knoxville are all AZA-accredited and have reptile displays! I'm sure there are others (check out the pinned post for links to find AZA and other accredited zoos), but those are the ones I've personally been to and enjoyed.

The Nashville Zoo is my favorite in Tennessee! They have a big collection of reptiles, including Komodo dragons, Gila monsters and beaded lizards, indigo snakes, eyelash vipers, and bushmasters! You will not be dissapointed with a visit there if you like reptiles.

(Also, not reptiles, but if you're down near the Pigeon Forge/Gatlinburg area check out Ripley's Aquarium. It's a favorite of my family. Super cool shark tunnel. I'm also a big roller coaster fan and Dollywood is easily my favorite park in the world, if you like coasters theirs are great and the park is small enough to walk easily, beautiful, and the cinnamon bread from the grist mill is literally the best thing ever. Well worth a trip.)

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biscuits & blowjobs

Pairing- Jack Daniels x ofc!SunDrop

Word Count- 750ish

Warnings- I apologize for the misleading title, there are no actual blowjobs. Only referenced and/or implied ones. But there are biscuits. And two idiots in love as per usual...

Author's Note- this is part of a longer story that I'll probably never finish (because I don't really want to) but I saw that cabin pic and it was pretty much perfection so yeah, here we are....for anyone following along, this is way way back at the beginning of things for these two.

He's seen behind the facade now, he knows there's more to you than the pencil skirts and the sky high pumps. But he'd never seen you looking as lost as you did standing there at his front door with your suitcases in hand, telling him you officially had a week before you had to report back to headquarters and you probably shouldn't, but you wanted to spend as much of it with him as you could.

So he'd done something impulsive and swept you out of the city and taken you to his favorite place- a simple little log cabin nestled in the Great Smoky Mountains.

"You didn't bring me here to kill me and hide my body did you?"

"It would've been easier to do that in the city, honey," Jack laughs.

You still haven't moved from the entryway while you take in your surroundings. Small kitchen with eat in dining, a decent sized living area taken up by a massive leather sofa facing a stone fireplace, stairs leading to a second floor loft area that you assume is the bedroom.

"So this is just- what? Your secluded little love nest? You bring all your conquests here?"

"No, this is just my retreat from the world, SunDrop. My safe space to be away from everything and unwind. Just peace and quiet. Besides family dropping by occasionally, you're my first guest. Ever."

"Jack....then why...."

"Because,” he sighs, coming back to where you still haven't moved and pulling you into his arms. “You’ve told me damn near a million times how much you hate the city and because you said this thing between us has an expiration date, right? So if we've only got a week, I don't want any distractions."

You don't even make it upstairs that first night.

You wake the next morning to the smell of coffee and bacon and peel yourself off the leather sofa to pad over to the kitchen where you're greeted with one of your new favorite sights- Jack in warm cotton and soft flannel cooking breakfast. The man makes the fluffiest biscuits and the best sausage gravy you've ever had in your life.

"You ready to share your biscuit recipe yet?" You ask, walking up behind him at the stove and wrapping your arms around his waist, going up on tiptoes for a second to kiss the back of his neck before stealing a piece of bacon and moving off to pour yourself a cup of coffee.

"Not even close, sunshine." Jack laughs. "Eggs and bacon will be up in a few minutes."

Coffee poured, you hop up on one of the stools at the island and spin around to take in the view from the kitchen windows and munch on your bacon. Extra crispy, just the way you liked it. Can't say the man hasn't been paying attention.

"So where are we?"

"Tennessee. Not too awful far from Gatlinburg."

"And what are we doing here?" You ask, spinning back to the island and watching him plate breakfast.

"Anything you want? The place is stocked up, we can stay in all week if you want."

"Hmm....tempting as that idea is, what are my other options?"

"Well, we could do the tourist thing- go wander around Gatlinburg or over to Dollywood."

"Pass," you say, wrinkling your nose in distaste. "Something more low-key maybe."

"Okay, it's the weekend so the farmers market is open, there's a flea market near by if bootleg DVDs and knockoff designer handbags are your thing. Couple antique mall junkhole places," Jack shrugs.

He'll take you to any and all of them, just to spend time with you. Time for playing it cool is over, every second counts and he wants to make the most of them.

"My sisters like all the little boutiques and shit downtown. And the drive-in should be playing something tonight."

"I've never been to a drive-in."

"What? None of the boys you dated back in highschool ever took you to the drive-in?" Jack asks, mock-offended. "What kinda red-blooded all American boy didn't take his best girl to the drive-in hoping to get lucky?"

"There was only one boy," you shrug. "And I guess he preferred his blowjobs in the back of an air conditioned movie theater."

Jack chokes on his coffee and you wink at him as you hop off the barstool and drop your dishes in the sink before heading over to grab your suitcase.

"You alright there, cowboy? I'm assuming the shower's upstairs? You're welcome to join me...."

#jack whiskey daniels fanfiction #jack daniels x ofc #agent jack whiskey daniels #jack & sundrop #doing life with me series

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Blake Shelton's Ole Red Las Vegas Teases January Grand Opening - Country Now

The upcoming establishment in Sin City will be the sixth and largest Ole Red across the nation.

Blake Shelton; Photo by Matt Jylha

In just a few short weeks, Blake Shelton’s Ole Red will officially open on the Las Vegas strip. The Sin City location will mark the sixth and biggest Ole Red in the country. 

Ahead of the much-anticipated grand opening, Shelton, 47, spoke with People about the launch of an Ole Red in Las Vegas and what fans can expect from the establishment. 

Ole Red Las Vegas Will Be The Largest Ole Red Yet

Ole Red Las Vegas will boast a whopping 27,000 square feet amid four stories, including a 4,500 square foot rooftop bar. This will allow patrons to see a clear view of the Las Vegas skyline and infamous city lights.   

Where Is Ole Red Las Vegas?

Ole Red Las Vegas will be located at 3267 S. Las Vegas Blvd.

“We’re in the thick of things down here, dead center,” Shelton told People of Ole Red’s newest location, which lies across from the renowned Bellagio fountains. “I couldn’t be more excited about this spot and what we have to offer people coming to Las Vegas looking for entertainment versus really anywhere else.”

How Many Ole Red Locations Are There?

Shelton is no stranger to opening Ole Red locations. The bar, food, and entertainment venue has five other locations, including two in Nashville (one on Broadway and one at the airport), one in Orlando, Florida, another in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, and one in his hometown of Tishomingo, Oklahoma. However, this spot is on an entirely different scale. 

“But it’s also just so much bigger,” he pointed out. “I mean, this is a giant, and so I don’t know that I would say I’m emotional, but it is overwhelming and it’s hard for me to take it all in right now and just accept that this is really happening and we’re almost to the finish line.”

When Is Ole Red Las Vegas Opening?

While a specific opening date has yet to be announced, Ole Red Las Vegas is officially set to open its doors this month, according to the official Ole Red Instagram. 

One of the latest posts on the Ole Red Instagram reads, “We know you’re itchin’ to have a little fun, Las Vegas! Ole Red is comin’ January 2024! 🐾 🎲 Just in time to start the new year off on the right foot… or should we say, paw? 😉”https://www.instagram.com/p/C1feW2hu0d8/embed/captioned/?cr=1&v=14&wp=810&rd=https%3A%2F%2Fcountrynow.com&rp=%2Fblake-sheltons-ole-red-las-vegas-teases-january-grand-opening%2F#%7B%22ci%22%3A1%2C%22os%22%3A1937.7000000476837%2C%22ls%22%3A1428.8999998569489%2C%22le%22%3A1777.3999998569489%7D

One thing’s for sure: Shelton hopes to perform in honor of the grand opening. 

“I don’t want anybody singing on this stage before I do. I want to break it in,” he told the publication. 

But don’t expect that to be the only time Blake Shelton performs at Ole Red in Las Vegas. The “God’s Country” singer often pops up at Ole Red locations around the country. Sometimes, he also dials in on the big red phone to say hello to customers via video chat. 

The only official event listed on the Ole Red Las Vegas website is set for February 11. The venue will host “The Big-Ass Game On A Big-Ass Screen” in honor of Super Bowl LVII. 

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RAMBLE TO US KING, TELL US ABOUT RUSH'S BACKSTORY

So, Rush’s backstory, abridged. [MAIN AU/MAIN AU VARIANTS ONLY]

DOES NOT APPLY TO TO POLY AU/INGENS RAPAX

Originally, I was gonna make a fic called gutter rat but I lost motivation. But I’ll leave the undeveloped version so I can slowly develop it later.

Doing/releasing this for fun! Yipee!

Born into the sewer to a single mother. Either the only survivor of its litter or it had no siblings to begin with.

Earliest memories are of it kneading into its mama’s fur and running water.

Rush might’ve actually learned a different language from her, but I’m not going to force ANYTHING NEW about Rush.

Yep, Rush is a mama’s boy.

They both lived underneath

She was big, soft. She had smoky fur like Rush’s. The smile. Though she was

Rush’s mother also was extremely sick and very, very hyper paranoid that something would happen to her only living offspring. So they never, really fully entered the hotel.

To be fair, a lifetime in the sewers will do that to you.

The two lived in the sewers beneath the hotel, Rush would occasionally emerge from the sewers and play with the other tiny entities under its mother’s surveillance.

Rush played with Ambush the most frequently.

Rushlet and Ambushling. :)

Rush would return and curl up next to its mother at night and eat little things of sewer algae and whack at tiny bits of algae.

It was a good life.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

I don’t know how Rush’s mother died yet, since it’s notoriously difficult to kill an entity. But Rush found her cold. Fading away into flaking pieces. Her energy field collapsing and decomposing.

It curled up near her and just..cried. Because it was a child and it didn’t know what to do. Kneading cold skin and fur.

Rush tried to go to the hotel but got lost in the sewers.

And it spent YEARS in what it considered to be emotional and physical hell.

Also how it learned to swim. (Nearly drowned a few times in floodings. Traumatizing it more.)

Would get into nasty piss fights with other entities down there, would occasionally receive injuries from hitting sharp parts of walls.

Became a HUGE asshole to protect itself physically and emotionally and started going out of its way to attack or bully entities who were in its territory.

Eventually, it found the hotel again.

Decided to start living there.

Unfortunately, Rush was still a bully. Especially towards Figure (who, was a child of a single parent..and lived happily. Yipee! Projection!) But

Would tear up Figure’s books in front of it, steal books from its hands, knock shit over on the library, say rude shit.

Rush was a young adult by then just a reference for time passed.

Uhhh the bullying quickly ended when Figure told Rueben about the bullying and one night, Rush comes into the library and the little fucker gets knocked out by a angry tiny man in a cowboy hat.

Imagine the markiplier punching you meme. That’s Rueben. Pissed off country boy gave Rush the gatlinburg gas fire.

Once it was knocked out it dragged that lil shit out of the the library door and yelled “- AND IF I TRACK YA DOWN IN THE ACT OF BROWNEATIN ‘MAH KID AGAIN BY JAMES I’LL PUT A GODDAMNED BULLET HOLE IN YER HEAD!” Before tossing it out like a sack of potatoes.

Right in front of everyone too.

ANYWAYS.

Ambush still had a crush from when it was a child that never really went away.

“I mean, it’s not like it bullied me yet-“ *Depth stares in horror.*

Depth was scared/mad when it found out because Rush at the time was a walking red flag and definitely not the same entity they played with as a child.

Ambush went ahead, and somehow managed to befriend Rush.

Rush also, had a crush. Thought to be honest it had a lot of self loathing so. didn’t think it deserved nice things.

Eventually, Rush had a mental breakdown (still trying to figure out what triggered said event ^) and went back to the sewers, but Ambush followed.

Rush showed its metaphorical underbelly to Ambush that night and expected to be killed but instead its pain was validated and it was comforted..??

..and then the two confessed to each other and then Ambush had a really important conversation with it.

Basically the TDLR is “If you want me, you need to treat other entities with the same love, dignity and respect I treat you with.”

And baby girl /gn just.

Folded.

All (almost all ) the hate for itself, the world and others melted out of its body. Leaving something soft behind that Ambush gently embraced.

Not to say all the mean parts left..but..

Yea its life changed in that sewer.

They also loudly made out down there.

When it came up it apologized to Figure and eventually everyone realized Rush kinda just. Unassed it’s hole.

Ambush really said “I could fix it” and then DID.

Well, I mean too be fair, It was mostly all Rush but if the two hadn’t revealed their most deepest, intimate secrets and traumas to each other I don’t think they would’ve gotten anywhere good.

Other stuff:

Yes. Ambush is aware of all of this.

If Rush ever saw the movie it would cry during the entirety of the Bambi movie.

“It’s okay pookie! The fawn grows up and falls in love!!” “RWAUUUGH HE LOST HIS MAMAAAA!!”

Rush HATES the cold. HATES. HATES. And if it feels too cold it’ll start to excessively groom itself, Ambush, and its children until it they feel warm again.

The leftover asshole parts still linger I just gotta figure out which parts of Rush’s psyche would lash out in an unjustified manner.

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Get to Know Erin

What's your phone wallpaper: My daughter when we went to Gatlinburg, TN, She's all kinds of cute in front of the mountains at a bird sanctuary we visited. Last song you listened to: Dial Tone (Redial) by Catch Your Breath Currently reading: Nothing really/ Last movie: Some Spongebob movie due to my daughter lol What are you wearing right now?: Sweatshirt and sweatpants How tall are you?: 5'4" Piercings/tattoos?: None Glasses/contacts: Glasses Last thing you ate?: McDonalds because I didn't feel like cooking lol Favorite colors: Red, bright neon or pastel colors. Current obsession: Gojo from JJK and Alastor Hazbin Hotel Do you have a crush right now?: No, unless you count my Husband Favorite fictional character: Too many. Last place you traveled: Chicago, IL.

Tagged by: @king-of-wrath

Tagging: @keeperofquestions , @holyfurnace , @metaladam , @poisonedspider , @hellsbroadcaster , @cast-you-dxwn , @hellsmayflower and anyone else!

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Miscellaneous Tag Game

Made by the one and only @ronald-speirs <3

Thank you for the tag @grumpy-liebgott ! Am I finally doing this after being tagged almost a month ago?....maybe

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

I haven't been many places truthfully. I loved hiking near Niagara Falls and also hiking in the Smokies near Gatlinburg. (I'm going to Alaska later this year so that will likely take the cake for me!)

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

Working 3 jobs while also caring for a terminally ill parent. Not to get too sad, but yeah, that was a time.

Favorite books?

Oof, gonna age myself with this. The Harry Potter will always hold a special place in my heart even though it has aged terribly. Because I am Furniture by Thalia Chatlas made a big impact on me as a teenager. One Flew Over The Cukoo's Nest by Ken Kasey is a favorite classic. Recently Dead Inside by Chandler Morrison kept me very entertained with pure shock value (although I just finished The Slob last night and it by far takes the cake for the most disgusting thing I've ever read)

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

When I think about the people I choose to surround myself with. I am a very open person with those I love. Once someone is in my inner circle I am a no boundary kinda person. Let's cut the small talk and bare all our trauma and then tease each other about it. Let's rot on the sofa together. It makes my heart happy to know that I have people I can be like this with.

Favorite thing about your culture?

...what culture... I could say there's a certain culture of the American Midwest that i love. Mainly the 'midwest goodbye' where you stand in the front door chatting for way too long, then in the driveway then in your car with the window rolled down. Also, ever had a midwestern dessert salad?????

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

Well, my brother is older than me and he was very much ww2 obsessed. So watched Band of Brothers way younger than I probably should've. Probably when I was like 8? When I got into my career there was this song at work that would play and it felt so oddly nostalgic until one day I realized it sounded the intro credit music for Band of Brothers. Then it was put on Netflix and it was all down hill from there. Very different to watch again as an adult vs what I remembered from my childhood.

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

I just finished Dick Winters' memoir not that long ago! I think I'll read Shifty's next!

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Everyone in b.o.b is my precious baby. See that generic white man? Yep, thats my child. Honestly though there are certain quotes from various characters that just scratches my brain. Buck with: "Your ass?!" Webster with: "You ignorant, servile scum! What the fuck are we doing here?" and the cadence in which he says "Don't salute the Germans!" Liebgott with "Hershey Bar!" Winters with: "What's that? A piece of paper? I dont wanna see another piece of paper" and Speirs with: "You talk to an officer you say 'sir' " (totally not because it made me feel some type of way)

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

I have made Band of Brothers stuff here on tumblr, classic text post as memes. Ao3 I've made Band of Brothers, Star Wars and My Hero Academia content!

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

hm....that's hard to pick a favorite. Meryl Streep is always delightful, as is Gillian Anderson. Natalie Portman? Keira Knightly? ok, ok, maybe I should list a man...James McAvoy. Jack Nicholson. I dunno, I don't like picking favorites.

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

"I paint self portraits because I am so often alone...Because I am the person I know best." This Frido Kahlo quote really sticks with me because I feel like I can relate to being isolated and enjoying spending so much time on my own. I am my best companion and draw from my own experiences and emotions.

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

I am a licensed massage therapist and I work with patients with chronic pain and injuries. I love my job and my patients even though it is a very draining profession.

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

I am a writer! I want to say that I'm open to beta readers but I am also simultaneously afraid of others reading my work and embarrassed that people might not like it. That being said, I am working on a multi part Winnix fic rn.

Three things that make you smile?

My pets: a cat, 2 snakes, 2 leopard geckos and a pink tongue skink

Sweet gestures from my partner (or their dumbass jokes)

Writing!

Any nicknames you like?

Instead of Alex, a friend once called me Al Pal and I'm bewildered that it took me over 20 years to ever hear that.

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

Uhm, everyone???? I love seeing people share whatever they're passionate about or find cute and funny. I love when people love things unapologetically! @grumpy-liebgott, @blueberry-ovaries @lewis-winters @easycompany123@andromeddog @hanniewinnix and honestly so many more!

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

I have two options. Get to my Marine Corps brother who is a borderline doomsday prepper but lives an hour and a half away or die immediately.

Favorite movie?

Again with the favorites? Some of my comfort movies include: Pride and Prejudice (2005), Mamma Mia, Hellboy 2 The Golden Army (specifically 2, not the first one) and Coraline

Do you like horror movies?

Yes! If my above mentioned books weren't an indicator. I love modern paranormal, 80s slashers and any Vincent Price movie

Tagging (no pressure!) : Also, Sorry if you've already been tagged! (does anyone else get nervous tagging people for no damn reason?)

@hanniewinnix, @pettypumpk1n @multifandomfanfic @hbowarandchill @fxxiva

#getting to know people #Why does doing this make me so nervous?