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enhastolemyheart · 3 months

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enha + boyfriend moments ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

pairing non idol!enha x fem!reader warnings none genre fluff est. relationship nets @k-films @kflixnet

a/n I wanted to try something different this time. sorry i went mia for so long :(( i decided to do something for all of enha boys and i hope u enjoy!! also i totally forgot abt jungwon's allergies while writing his part so less jus pretend he is not allergic to cats :((

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LEE HEESEUNG ツ

i feel like heeseung would always and i mean ALWAYS trap you between himself and whatever other object is there near you. I honestly feel he loves to see you flustered and ears all burning red just from a mere touch as he very smoothly traps you between his arms, nowhere to escape. like, the look on your face is such a ego booster and this little "moment" has to happen at least once a day. It is just a heeseung coded move and it gets you worked up every single time.

"hee, I just had to go get groceries real quick, can you let me go?" You try to excuse yourself from his hold as you were trapped between the counter and his arms. "no baby," he bends to meet your eye level, "you left without giving me a kiss." he moves in so close you think you'll combust. "cmon baby, make it up to me."

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PARK JONGSEONG ツ

we all know Jay's love language is acts of service and maybe even gift giving. cmon, its obvious that jay is the kind of person to always buckle your seatbelt for you, open any kind of door for you, cook meals that remind you of your culture and hometown, likee he is literally the sweetest boyfriend ever. he's perfect. he is also the type to always have a belonging of your in his bag whenever you both are outside. like that is so jay coded.

your day started with a quick breakfast at a cafe, and then your extravaganza at the amusement park. You and jay went through it all, the amazing food, the thrilling rides. he even held your hand the whole through the roller coaster to help you conquer your fear. he was there every step of the way and you both had so much fun. the sun had started setting and so you both get seated at a highly reviewed restaurant in the park for dinner. Just as the food came, you wanted to tie your hair up, feeling scorching due the humid air and all that walking you did. noticing you were having trouble finding your tie, Jay casually puts his wrist closer to you where a hair tie was sitting. "here, i kept an extra."

SIM JAEYUN ツ

jake is definitely the type of boyfriend to take you out on night drives. windows rolled down, music blasting in the air, one hand on the wheel and the other intertwined with yours. you couldn't have spent your night with jake in any other way. he loves you with all his heart and i feel like one way of showing it is through songs, so what's better than listening to playlist he made for when he thought of you, while riding around the city at its most quiet hour?

"baby, i just added some new songs to the playlist." he confesses, giving your knuckles a sweet kiss before bringing it back onto your lap. "yeah? lemme hear it jakey." he giggles as he presses play "i love you, my girl." he looks at you the whole time you were listening, together on a blanket as you indulge the beautiful night sky.

PARK SUNGHOON ツ

one thing that sunghoon loves but doesn't want to admit is waking up in your arms. quite literally, he loves falling asleep on your chest with your hand massaging his back and hair. ugh, he'd just melt to sleep then and there itself. don't get him wrong, he absolutely loves seeing you under his arms first thing in the morning. but, something about being in your embrace where he can be vulnerable and himself is just far much better. he absolutely love your sweet and hoarse voice as you greet him a good morning and then proceed to pepper his precious face with kisses to start of the day right. he feel so much better with you and your presence.

the little kisses being left on the top of sunghoon's hair wakes him up. he looks up at you from his place, hair all strewn, arms wrapped around your midriff while head tucked inside the crook of your neck. you giggle softly at his sleepy smile before running a hand through his hair, "good morning, sleeping beauty." he huff as you see the evident pink on his cheeks. "good morning" comes out muffles due to how close his mouth is to your skin, placing gentle kisses and squeezing your waist. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, giving you a full, sweet good morning kiss and murmuring that he wants to stay five more minutes in bed.

KIM SUNOO ツ

this is such a sunoo coded thing. but, he absolutely LOVES doing masks and manicures with you. like, imagine just sitting on your bed, face masks on and gossiping about anything and everything while painting each others' nails. sunoo is the type of boyfriend in whom you'll find a best friend. like, he is always the first you would go to share news and stuff and vice versa.

"and so because of niki, we got the rest of the day off!" sunoo exclaimed finishing the mini story of a recently occurred event. you couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the story. minutes pass, and now he is painting your nails this time, both of you rocking a baby pink color. you both end up binging 2000s rom-coms before dozing off sleeping soundly in each others' arms.

YANG JUNGWON ツ

ugh. jungwon is such a soft boyfie. he is always by your side helping/accompanying you to anything and everything. jungwon is very kind and caring and takes care with so much love, he loves you more than himself. he is the type to always greet you with warm hugs and cheek kisses. hand holding when going on a stroll outside no matter the time of day. he is also very BIG on words of affirmation. he is always telling he loves you and he makes sure you know.

"omg! won, look!" you point at the stray cat that was situated under a tree near the trail of the pretty park you both are at. he looks at it with wide eyes before slowly moving towards the cat, wanting to greet it. once the ginger cat understands that you both mean no harm, it starts to get close with jungwon rubbing up against his leg. "it is so cute won, it looks just like you!" you exclaim resulting in a chuckle from your boyfriend. he slowly picks up the cat, bringing its face close to his before turning to you. "see baby, you can't tell the difference between me and the cat, can you?" you chuckle softly kissing his cheek. you both decide to take the cat to a vet and then give it some food and shelter for the night.

NISHIMURA RIKI ツ

this kid. as much as playful he is, he is as equal in being sincere and true to himself and your relationship. he loves to tease you. i think quality time is one of his ways of loving you, so i can def see you both out on adventurous dates together. whether it be basketball dates, going to an amusement park together, spending time with each other at 4 am having ice cream, anything and everything you do, it's always filled with love and laughter that make up wonderful memories.

"come on baby, try and take it from me." niki exclaimes as yet again steals the basketball from your hold dribbling slowly towards the basket. "ugh, you and your damn long legs." you mumur. he laugh at your comment before stopping in front of you. he is so close that you know you are going to turn red soon if he doesn't back up. "here." he puts the ball in front of you, and you have to declare yourself stupid because inches before you can get the ball, he raises his arms, putting the ball way out of your hold. "riki! not fair." you out as you try and jump to get the ball. Niki simply laughs at your silly attempts. "you are so cute, you know that?" he bends to meet your eye level, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. "i love you" knowing the effect you had on him, you managed to snatch the ball before running away and yelling, "i love you too dork!" niki smirks at your escape before chasing after you.

a/n. tysm for reading!! i hope u liked it! this was not proofread!!

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hellishjoel · 7 months

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7.2k // pairing:dbf/neighbor!joel x f!reader Series Masterlist l Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

summary: Joel whisks you away to Houston for the weekend under the guise of a work trip. You keep a secret from him to try and keep your fling undetected from your parents. warnings: MA 18+ (minors DNI), no outbreak, dbf/neighbor!joel, smut, swearing, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Joel in his 40s), pet names, fingering, oral (f! receiving), unprotected p in v (shower sex hehe), a little overstim if you squint

A/N: sorry not sorry this chapter took a month+, but I hope you like it! A little drammaaaa. and a reminder, they still have all day saturday and sunday together ;)

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You gulp. “Joel-”, it’s almost in a warning tone. “I don’t- fuck, it feels-” “Uh-huh,” Joel murmurs against your core, nodding gently, grazing his nose against your clit in the process before his warm mouth tightens around your clit. And he suckles. You cry out, walls clenching around his fingers as he milks an orgasm from you. You damn near crumble, but he tightens the hold on your hip to keep you afloat. “There ya go, princess, come on my fingers,”

June 23rd 7:48 P.M.

I’ve had some time to think about Joel, and how much I like to think about him, and how things aren’t an accident.

Thinking about how unlikely it is that we sparked.

How Joel could have turned left, and I could have turned right. But we didn’t.

Instead of running away, I said yes, and so did he.

The impossibility of us seems so incredible, almost unbelievable.

I love that so many things had to happen for us to be where we are right now.

I saw the sun melt his eyes into amber, and he liked the way I smiled in the moonlight.

This feeling was radical, unnerving, scary.

I didn’t know why it was called falling or crashing into love. Perhaps I do now.

“You could sit there and read all day, huh?” Joel interrupts your thoughts as he starts to guide his truck off the freeway, passing a large aluminum Welcome to Houston! sign lit up by the truck’s headlights.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach, cheeks squished from smiling as his hand settles on your upper thigh, thumb drawing lazy circles on your sweet skin.

“I’m not reading anymore. Got too dark.” He’s referring to the novel you brought for the trip from your to-be-read pile that you started when you first got on the road.

The drive from Austin to Houston was two-and-a-half hours long, so you decided to saddle the passenger seat with different activities and snacks to keep yourself busy and out of Joel’s hair, much to his behest. He said he enjoyed letting you ramble on about whatever you were thinking about; said it was like listening to a podcast.

“But I am writing.” You hum quietly, penning in your last thought before it gets lost in the black of night.

“What’cha writin’, then?” Joel's curious eyes wander to the nest you had made for yourself in the passenger seat as he tilts his chin up to try and read beyond your journal cover.

You snap it closed and slip the pen in somewhere between the pages. “Keep your eyes on the road, old man.” Your tone is teasing, making you grin even more as he grumbles in annoyance under his breath as the truck slowly approaches a stop light.

Once off the freeway and down to the local roads, you roll the window down. You watch the moon start to rise in the sky, feeling goosebumps grow on your arms and exposed legs while the wind lazily flows through your hair. The gentle night breeze is welcome to air out Joel’s stuffy truck.

You were supposed to be his navigator once he got off the freeway, but you were a bit preoccupied looking around yourself.

You and Joel left Friday evening as soon as he was done with work, and now you were lightly coasting the streets of Houston as the sun finished setting. You could see the diverse architecture of downtown, the skyline of skyscrapers and high-rises were all crowded together. As you moved further into midtown, Joel drove past small businesses and parks. You let your hand float out the window, surfing the wind like a wave.

“Hey, space cadet, if you’re not gonna give me the directions to the motel, the least you can do is toss me a french fry.”

Your head cocks back to him, curiously smiling as you reach your hand aimlessly into the fast food bag, retrieving a fry and bringing it up to his lips. You settled on McDonald’s before you left Danbury, partially because Joel felt like being a little cheap, and you agreed they had the best, saltiest french fries.

You feed it to him, and he teasingly sucks the salt off your fingers.

“Gross, Joel.”

He sneers as he watches you wipe your hands on your thighs to rid yourself of his saliva. “You like it.”

He’s not wrong. You force yourself to look back out the window again to hide the heat creeping up the back of your neck.

Joel smirks and squeezes your thigh to bring you back to him. When you look over to the handsome man donning his usual green flannel, the wind furles your hair in messy, unkempt streaks.

He hesitates for a moment, but now that you’re no longer preoccupied with reading or writing, he holds your hand. You feel him test the waters, settling for just lightly clasping it in your lap, but it’s not enough for him. His thick fingers and calloused hand meets the heart of your palm as his fingers weave with your own. He lets out a little sigh and settles himself there.

You feel like teasing him. You’re afraid to hold my hand but not to fuck my throat in your woodshed with a party right outside? But then you remember how difficult it was to kiss him. It still felt like a slip-up, you had to admit. Especially if this was supposed to be just a casual relationship. It felt intimate and emotionally charged. But it was just kissing, right? And this was just holding hands.

Your thoughts wrestle around your head a bit. Joel feels it. You’re not sure how he always seems to know what you’re thinking, but he does. His thumb strokes a gentle line up and down the muscle of your thumb, a silent way of saying stop thinking for once. It’s appreciated, the sense of care and thoughtfulness he provided without even speaking a word.

Ever since he took you to that bar, Past Lives, all you could think about was Joel. Joel on repeat. Joel taking you away from the distracted environment of the lakehouse. Joel showing you the map, saying there was more to the world than Texas. Joel kissing you. Joel touching you. Joel fucking you. Joel protecting you. Joel saving you.

As much as you’ve had time to reflect on Joel, you’ve also reflected on your parents. They were hardly bad people, but they didn’t respect your adult choices. You came to tearfully realize that your relationship with them had slowly deteriorated since leaving for university. You grew independent, and that was especially hard for them. Something you had trouble understanding, something Joel didn’t understand either.

You called Joel Thursday night before your trip under the guise of asking if you should pack any specifics, but the conversation ended up landing on his relationship and parenting with Sarah. You told him how you appreciated the way he let Sarah grow and experience things, that it was good for her.

“She’s a tough girl, and I trust’er. Nothin’ much left to say.”

“So, what-” you stumble and scoff over the phone. “My parents don’t trust me? Or think I’m not tough enough to tackle the world?”

“S’not what I’m sayin’, darlin’. I don’t know what’s up with your folks. But you don’t need their approval, you’re an adult. All you need is t’… t’ trust yourself. Sounds fuckin’ cheesy, but it’s true.”

You pause, twisting a strand of hair around your finger as your eyebrows furrow, thinking over his words. “Y’think if I act a little more confident about it, they’ll start believing it too?”

Joel’s chuckle is a little crackle-ey on the line as he wanders around his house talking to you, going in and out of good reception. “Gotta start somewhere, buttercup. At the end of the day, it’s about your happiness, not theirs. Don’t gotta be such a people pleaser all the time.”

Yes, I do, you think.

“Thanks, Joel.”

“Sure thing, hon’.”

Dusk on the outskirts of Houston. The houses become few and far between. There’s more green grass and flourished trees. Joel slowly pulls into a small driveway, a large blue neon-lit sign designated that you were at your motel for the weekend. The entire truck is highlighted in a pale blue from the illumination, you nearly have to squint. There were no more than two or three cars parked outside. It was a two-level motel, with an outside staircase to navigate the different floors.

“The Blue Swallow Motel.” Your attention strays to Joel with furrowed brows. “Why here?”

Joel shrugs and navigates himself into a parking spot with ease. “Don’t know. Like blue swallows.”

Curiosity sparks you.

“You like blue swallows? You’ve seen one in person?”

He shakes his head and says nothing for a moment, but it almost looks like he can’t help himself to dispel some information. “They’re native to Africa, only ever seen the North American variants ‘round here.” He lets the engine grumble down once he pulls the key from the ignition, but you’re still awestruck in his passenger seat.

“I’m sorry- Joel Miller Bird Enthusiast?” The eager tone in your voice gives away your excitement, and Joel seems to despise it when you get too excited about him. He has to close his eyes and hang his head, wishing he never said anything.

“Oh, Joel Miller, don’t even try to deny it, I’ve seen those bird guides on your bookshelf, you’re a birder.”

His neck swivels, eyes wide and defensive. “I am not a birder.”

You throw your head back in laughter, and eventually, he cracks a smile. “They’re interestin’, okay?”

You playfully pat his shoulder with reassurance, nodding in agreement. The two of you settle down from your fits of laughter and look over the exterior of the motel once more.

“Y’said you wanted somethin’ quaint? Small?”

Being with Joel and having no other distractions was your goal for this weekend. Since this trip was coming out of Joel’s pocket, you insisted you didn’t need some fancy hotel. You’ve traveled to Houston a handful of times before, and the last thing you wanted was for your view outside some high-rise hotel to be Danbury in the distance.

You squeeze his hand once more and nod, stars lighting up behind your eyes. “It’s perfect. Thanks for finding something simple.”

Joel teeters on your appreciation but ultimately ends up shaking his head. “Could’ve gotten something a little nicer for ya, maybe closer to downtown-”

You stop him right there and bring his rough knuckles to your plush lips, adding a kiss to each one. “I said it’s perfect, so it’s perfect. I like it, it’s got charm, chutzpah even. Plus, looks like we’ll have the pool to ourselves.” You hum with a devious little smirk. You hop out of the truck and open the backdoor to grab your things.

“Pool, you say?” He retorts, an eyebrow raised with narrow eyes on you. You lightly shrug as you grab your backpack.

“Might have forgotten my swimsuit, though. Shame.”

You brush past Joel, who is scoffing lightly under his breath in disbelief, duffel bag brushing against his calves as he walks with you towards the motel office. You would be the death of this man.

“Damn shame.” He mutters, a smirk hanging low on his lips.

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Room 135 was marked on the dark chestnut door, a small white plate with black numbering decked on.

There wasn’t much to be said about the motel room itself. You tried to stifle a laugh when you and Joel both walked in to see two separate queen beds. The sheets were white, but the top cover was an extravagant red pattern that looked like it got lost in the 80s. A side table was resting against the wall towards the headboards with a beige telephone placed on top, resting over a few local restaurant menus. Two small lamps were attached to the wall above the beds, perfectly opposite of the television sat on top of a tall dresser.

“Is this your idea of a romantic getaway?” You teased as you walked further inside over the beige carpet. “Two beds don’t exactly scream romantic.” You set your backpack down on the foot of the bed furthest from the door and closest to the bathroom around the corner. You assume this bed will just be used to hold both of your luggage, not a person.

“No,” Joel said through a tight gruff as he strained to lift his bag of tools and luggage onto the edge of his own bed. “S’a work trip. Not a romantic getaway.”

Your smile falters as you purse your lips and fiddle with your hands behind your back.

“So, this really is a work trip?” You clarify, to which Joel looks at you a bit confused.

“Course it is.”

A light boil simmers through your chest. Maybe you will be sleeping in your own bed tonight. Joel could sense your flattened mood, and he quickly felt the need to sweep up the pieces of what he broke. He was bad with words, terrible really, but he tried to find the right ones for you.

“I said that wrong. It’s a work trip but,” he trails off and falters as he saddles his hands on his hips for a moment and sighs, your doe eyes looking up to his own. “But I brought you here to spend some real time with ya. Didn’t wanna,” he shrugs and rolls his eyes. A classic Joel Miller sign that he wants to say something a little personally emotional.

“What?” You probe him, a smile tickling your lips as you loop your hands to rest just above the ones on his hips. “You didn’t want to what, Joel?” You ask, setting your chin on his chest and looking up at him with a goofy grin.

He sighs and rolls his eyes again, having a hard time looking at you. “I didn’t wanna go on this trip alone. Didn’t want to leave you at home when I could bring ya with.”

Joel wasn’t a social man. In fact, if the world went to shit, you think he might really enjoy the solitude. But for him to admit that he would rather have you in his space than out of it, it’s quite endearing.

Now you’re the one who's hiding a blush. You settle your cheek against his chest and sigh, soaking in his scent and his warmth. Joel’s hand comes to rest on the side of your head, gently stroking your hair away from your face as the two of you relax into a gentle hug.

“Were you serious about that no bathin’ suit thing?” He asks after a moment of silence, causing you to roll your eyes and shove him a good distance away.

“As serious as a heart attack.” You sneer as you round the bed to the bathroom, needing desperately to relieve yourself after the drive. Of all colors, it’s a beautiful mint green. Incredibly retro, you think as you use the toilet and stare at the shower absentmindedly. You roll your phone around in your hands once you finish washing them, a lump rising in your throat.

Your mother’s words echoed in your ear.

“If it gets serious, we want to meet this young man.”

There was no young man. The young man your mother referred to was really Joel. Panic was spreading through your body just at the thought of trying to fix this situation. They figured out you were seeing someone, they just didn’t quite know who. A few heavy breaths labor out of you, anxiety nestling in your chest.

“You okay, buttercup? Been a minute.” Joel asks cautiously from the opposite side of the door, his knuckles offering a few polite knocks.

Your chest surges. You didn’t want him to know you’d slipped up, half-told your parents the truth. You didn’t want him to end things out of fear of them finding out. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine, Joel. Just.. gimme a minute.”

His feet don’t move on the other side of the door. He doesn’t want to leave you, feeling something slightly wrong.

“Really, Joel, just- checking out the facilities.” God.

He sighs before you hear him back off. “Alright. Lemme know f’you need anythin’.”

You need to act, or else this feeling will eat you alive. Finally, with some accurate cell service, you text the first person you think of. Nathan. Remember that childhood crush of yours? You hadn’t seen him in years, and with how gorgeous he was growing up, there was a scary feeling that you might be texting a man who had a girlfriend. But he was your only hope to cover up the mess you had made.

Growing up with Nathan and his parents being friends with your own always felt like a setup. Your mothers always cooed that you two just might end up marrying one another. At the time, you wished it was true, that all this exposure with him would lead to something romantic. But then you grew up, saw each other a little less over the summers, and grew apart. You still kept in contact via social media, but not often. You saw his life in pictures. One from a homecoming dance, a group picture of him and his friends, an action shot of him playing basketball, a high school graduation picture, and a similar one for college graduation. He was still alive somewhere out there, you just didn’t know him like you used to.

Nathan was always kind, goofy, very golden retriever-like. Summers spent apart created a rift, but he was your childhood best friend and crush once upon a time. If he was willing to help you out, you owed him big time. So you shoot him a text and cross your fingers that this is still his number. The last thing logged in your messages was a silly conversation about cheetahs versus jaguars. You were team cheetahs, obviously.

You felt a slight sense of relief once you came up with a plan. Talk to Nathan. See if he can act as your fake boyfriend for your parents. See if he doesn’t think you’re damn crazy for concealing your forty-something-year-old fuck buddy.

You’re not really sure how to reignite the conversation, it’s been so damn long. You stare at the blank screen before you craft the brilliant message:

A sigh leaves your parted, anxious lips, and you shove your phone away.

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You really did bring a bathing suit, much to Joel’s eagerness for the rumor to be true. You change into it with your back turned to him. You feel his eyes boring holes into you, sending a small dash of goosebumps up your arms. “I’m going for a dip before bed.” You say as you fiddle with the strings of your bikini top, struggling for a moment before you feel a warm presence step in behind you and fuss away with the strings himself.

You hum softly as he fastens the strings, making a bow at your midback. Joel’s lips brush against your shoulder before they start sponging gentle kisses up your neck. The hair you tied up into a loose bun tickles his nose.

“Such’a pretty girl.” He hums against your skin, a soft shiver trickling up your spine, lips parting in pleasure. “Too bad you’re not a very good girl.” Joel murmured as his hands slipped lower, past your hips, past the curve of your ass, until he was cupping both cheeks in his large palms. You gasp at the sensation, feeling his fingers squeeze at your flesh. A moan escapes your lips, you just can’t help it. You love it when Joel is handsy for you, the needy one.

You swallow the lump in your throat and turn in his arms, eagerly kissing him as you cup his cheeks. He fights for control instantly, pulling you in at your hips so your back arches backward out of habit. You let your head dip back, eyes dipping closed as his lips trail down your neck, then between the valley of your breasts, all while his wiry beard creates scratches in his wake.

“Do you have swim trunks?” You ask breathily, shoving him lightly by the top of the head further down your body. He drops to his knees and continues to trail kisses down your stomach.

The question catches him off guard.

“Do I- what?” He asks breathily, looking up at you as he sponges kisses over your clothed center.

“If you don’t have swim trunks,” you try to continue, “you can’t go swimming with me.” You say with a teasing smirk, stepping around Joel, who was awestruck kneeling on the ground, his hands still in place where he was cupping the backs of your thighs before he slaps them down on his own to show annoyance.

He was probably thinking how you just up and disappeared when you were just standing in front of him a moment ago. Joel grumbles something, but you’re already out the door of the motel room.

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The pool is glowing in its blue hue, lit by dim lights around the perimeter and the silver moon in the sky.

In a world so vast, you couldn’t help but feel a little lost in wanting to explore it.

You take a breath in through your nose and test the water with a dip of your toe. A bit cold for your liking, but the warm Texas summers make your skin sticky and the air a bit stale. So you dive in.

The cool water is a shock to your system at first, with goosebumps growing on your skin like wildfire. Your face breaks the seal of the water, emerging over the light ripples you created upon diving in, catching your breath. You take a few leisurely laps along the outskirts, feeling weightless, free.

“Nice night.” Joel’s brassy voice breaks the gentle chorus of the summer cicadas. You hum as you carve your way through the water until you meet the pool’s edge. You rest your arms on the lip of the pool, bringing your breasts just above the surface of the water.

“Get. In.” You say with an authoritative voice, despite your eager smile.

He cocks his head a few degrees to the right, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “No. You look like a shivering chihuahua.”

His joke elicits a giggle from you.

“It’s only cold for the first few minutes. You’ll warm up.” You’re only half-lying, the pool was so fucking cold.

Joel merely shakes his head. “You’re crazy, buttercup.”

You hum as you push off the edge of the pool, moving towards the center, letting the water dance around you as your arms glide back and forth to keep you afloat.

“Sounds like you need some motivation.” Your eyes lock on Joel’s as your fingers navigate to the back of your bikini strings, slowly pulling the tie loose, feeling the water aid you in floating the material off your upper half. The top strings around your neck are still tied, concealing the full reveal of your breasts.

Joel’s once secure face fizzled, eyes straying and lips parting. A soft sigh escapes his lips as he kneels down, pointer finger curling towards him impatiently. “Get over here.”

You shake your head disobediently. “Now.” His barking urgency makes you stifle a smirk.

“Joel Miller afraid of a little cold water.” You shrug and move your fingers to the strings tied behind your neck, slowly tugging loose the threads. The material falls limp into the water, floating in front of you free from your body.

Joel watches with impatience, the spill of your breasts making his cock twitch inside his swim trunks. The mesh material was forgiving, allowing him to swell at the sight of you. The cold water has your nipples taut, drawn into sweet peaks. You’re just out of his fucking reach, too far into the pool for him to grab you.

He grunts quietly, jaw tight as you slowly swim closer to him. You shiver at his glance alone.

“If you want me,” your voice drops innocently, doe eyes making their appearance to reel him in, “you’ll get in the pool, Mr. Miller.”

Just out of his reach once more, you swim back to the center and push your thumbs into the band of your bikini bottoms, down your legs, leaving you bare in the pool for anyone to see from the highway or their own motel rooms. You must admit, Joel’s desperate gaze filled with want makes you squirm with excitement. Disobeying him lights that explosive even more.

He offers you his hand, one final offer. “Last chance, angel, get out of the pool.”

“Why do you even have swim trunks on if you aren’t going to get in?” You ask, eyes gazing over the tangled hair he has scattered across his chest.

“I was hoping these would appease you alone. Now come here,” he juts his hand out as an offering one last time.

You roll your eyes and swim closer, your breasts lapping in the water as you take Joel’s hand. And tug with all your strength.

His feet skid to try and hold him back, but he ultimately summersaults into the pool. You cover your mouth with your hand, unable to conceal your laughs as Joel emerges, sopping wet, cold, angry.

“Y-You-” He chatters his teeth, eyes screwed tight on you as he pushes his hand back through his soaked curls and down his face, grazing his wiry beard. “You’re gonna get it.”

Joel’s threat makes you squeal. You attempt to doggy paddle away, but the grip he catches on your arm is iron. He pulls you back to him, and your body glides through the water, arms securing on his biceps once you’re locked in his hold. He’s threatening, but not as much so when you wrap your legs around his waist and feel his half-hard length.

You raise your eyebrow at him, and he half-chuckles.

“Such a fuckin’ piece of work you are.” He grunts out, hands searing the flesh of your hips as he skirts his hand down lower, cupping the globes of your ass.

A hum tickles your throat as you lean in and press your lips to his jawline in a tempting kiss, smiling as Joel’s nose playfully nudges yours, leaning in for more.

It’s stomach-twisting how you feel so comfortable with Joel, how you sink into his body, and how he warms your core. You kiss him until your lips feel bruised, and he grips your beautiful curves with eagerness. The two of you kiss like hungry teenagers, finally outside the watchful eyeline of your parents. Joel’s cock is hardening against your naked core.

He forces himself off of you, groaning lightly as he strays from your eyes. Cupping his jawline, you angle him back to you, resting your foreheads together.

“Makin’ me get all riled up like a damn teenager.” His warm breath puffs across your face, his words make your bundle of nerves tingle.

“I like that I’m the one causing it.”

Joel chews at the inside of his cheek before giving you a tight little nod. “Me too, buttercup.”

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Joel decides pool play is over. He gets out first, snags your bikini pieces that floated to the edge of the pool and starts walking leisurely back into the motel room.

He only hears your cursing and belligerent rambling after he returns from turning on the shower, piping hot.

“Can’t hear ya when you’re chatterin’ your teeth.”

Joel returns to the bathroom and strips his swim trunks off, still half-hard. He tests the water with his hand, giving you an affirming nod it was okay to step in.

You’re still angry and seething, having to streak your way back to the room naked and freezing your bare ass off. He looks at your crossed arms and playfully tuts. “You’re the one that thought t’drag me in there with ya, princess.”

Joel follows you into the shower, the water splashing searing hot droplets. It only feels that hot because you’re readjusting from the pool’s temperature. You find yourself huddling into Joel’s warmth.

He finds it endearing, the way your head settles on his chest, your ear to his heart, too chilled to let him go. He angles the showerhead downwards, letting it focus on your body first. He could wait.

You gently release your crossed arms, letting them wrap low around his hips. He had a few extra pounds of flesh low on his tummy and on the sides of his waist. You gently pinch the area and smile.

“Stop that.” He hisses, eyebrows knitted together.

“But I like it. You’re my favorite person to hug.”

The sentiment splashed warmth on the back of his neck. Joel has picked up a few extra pounds from town barbeques, and beers tossed back during football games. He used to not like it, the way he had to loosen his belt after a big meal, or having to purchase his new t-shirts in a size up. He didn’t think about it much, but naked with you in the shower, feeling you admire his ever-changing body, was a comfort.

You look up after a few moments of silence, setting your chin on his chest and feeling his chest hair graze against your skin.

Joel wants to warm you up, get you to relax under the showerhead. He presses a nimble kiss to your lips, pitter-pattering kisses along the extent of your body before he is down on his knees, angling your back to rest against the shower wall.

Tired after your car ride and melting under the shower’s sprinkling water, you ache for a relief that will come from your head hitting a pillow. But Joel had other things in mind, things that would make you forget you were tired in an instant.

Now under his watchful eye, lips and wiry beard scratching at your soft skin, you lightly part your legs for his entrance. God, please don’t let me slip and embarrass myself right now. Let me have this one good thing, this man’s tongue against my pussy would make me a God-willing woman.

Joel can feel your exhausted body, begging to find a bed. But he had you where he wanted you, and his mouth was watering to taste your sweet musky arousal. His hands settle themselves on the backs of your thighs, supporting your weight as his head leans into your warmth.

He brings two fingers forward, parting your center, licking a slow draw up your core. His tongue flicks off your clit, your bundle of nerves twitches. Something flips in his stomach, and his cock grows heavy against his thigh.

You taste sweet and serene, something he’s grown an appetite for. With several days apart awaiting your weekend trip away, he often found himself at night, spilling into his hand thinking about your young, beautiful pussy flushed against his mouth. He takes this opportunity to relish in you moaning his name, without any curious ears.

His tongue sinks lower, swirling around your tense entrance. The swell of his tongue gushes more arousal from you, and he gets a proper taste that isn’t mixed with water from the shower.

Joel’s grip on your thigh tightens, and he laps at your clit like a famished man.

The constant flicks have you gasping for air in the all-too-warm shower. Your fingers weave into his soaking wet curls, still finding a grip as your thigh twitches against his hand.

Joel’s two fingers parting your center gently massage at your entrance, wiggling in gently as he suckles on your clit, and you mewl weakly.

His tongue and teeth lightly graze your sensitivity, feeling stars clouding your vision as his fingers set a gentle pace.

“Ooh,” you sigh weakly, feeling his fingers hit the perfect spot, one that makes you shake.

Joel knows that sound, knows the feeling. He looks up, admires the way your pretty lips are parted in bliss. The hand on your thigh is brought to your stomach, gently stroking over the flesh.

You watch him a little curiously, a little fucked. His mouth returns to your clit, but his hand still falters on your lower abdomen. You whimper as he adds a little pressure, and quickens his fingers. It’s jaw-dropping, the friction and pressure, piling on top of each other.

You gulp. “Joel-”, it’s almost in a warning tone. “I don’t- fuck, it feels-”

“Uh-huh,” Joel murmurs against your core, nodding gently, grazing his nose against your clit in the process before his warm mouth tightens around your clit. And he suckles.

You cry out, walls clenching around his fingers as he milks an orgasm from you. You damn near crumble, but he tightens the hold on your hip to keep you afloat.

“There ya go, princess, come on my fingers,” he grunts, jaw tight, and teeth clenched as he watches your cum-arousal mixture glide down his fingers in a sticky mess. He slowly stands, watching you pant for air, as he sucks his digits clean with an evil smirk.

The temperature in here is too much, heat consumes your body as you weakly grip his biceps.

“God damn, Mr. Miller.” You say breathlessly. You take him in a quick kiss, moaning weakly into his mouth at your taste. His tongue tangles with you, and he keeps his fingers on your core. His first two fingers start to slowly circle your clit again, but it’s entirely too soon.

You whimper weakly into his mouth, your clit aching and still recovering from your oral orgasm.

“Mmm- can’t do it, Joel.”

Joel snarls as he swiftly turns you around, his foot hitting the insides of both of your ankles to spread your legs. Your face is plastered against the shower wall, watching him out of the corner of your eye with your jaw dropped.

“Be good for me, baby girl, show how thankful you are.”

You whine at his raspy voice, feeling its timbre bounce against the walls.

“Please,” you beg in a whisper, inching your feet farther apart for him to take you in the shower.

Joel strokes his cock, seething through his teeth at the desperate relief he’s feeling. His swollen tip vies for your attention. He lines himself up, his other hand on your hip as he notches himself inside.

You visibly flinch away, Joel hushing you softly as he tries again.

“Gotta relax for me, pretty girl.”

You sigh weakly and let yourself melt with the warm water, fluttering your eyes closed as you gently jut your hips back into this, needing to be filled.

Joel tries again after lining his tip up and down your slit and gathering your arousal. He notches inside of you once more, causing your eyelashes to flutter. He slowly presses on.

The drinks must have really loosened you up since the last time the two of you fooled around in his truck. He wasn’t so hard to take then, but now he feels thicker, rounder. You could feel the thick vein on the underside of his cock as he ruts his hips into your ass.

Finally, you will yourself to breathe, moaning his name in desperation.

Joel’s trying to contract his lungs, but you’re gripping onto him so tight, the heat of the shower going to his head.

You hum and purposely grip your walls around him, squeezing for his last breath.

Joel snarls and smacks your ass from below, watching the fatty flesh jiggle. It stings, but you like it, thinking about his large handprint marking you red. He winds his hips back up and presses in, groaning lowly as he fills you to the brim.

He sets a decent pace, one that robs you of what air you have left in your lungs. Your entire body feels sensitive, your cheek growing sore from being fucked against the shower wall. But it feels entirely too good, a certain itch that only Joel Miller can scratch.

Every thrust he makes, you moan his name like a broken record. “Joel, Joel, Joel,” you moan and grunt it so much, that it starts to sound like it’s not a real word anymore.

You reach back an arm blindly, gripping his bicep and stitching your nails into his skin.

Joel grunts out weakly, the burning sensation you caused on his arm making him go wild. He reaches for both of your wrists and plants them at the base of your back, forcing your face to be your only weight to keep you up against the shower.

But it unlocks a new angle, one that has you crying out curses and his heavenly name.

“Fuck me, Joel, fuck- fuck your favorite little pussy,” you mewl out, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

“God dammit, fuck me good like that, like that,” your eyes clench close, panting heavily. “Right there, daddy, please, Mr. Miller, touch my clit, please,” you beg, the pet name rolling off your tongue.

It makes him snarl. He sets a hellish pace. His chest puffs up, his broad biceps locking around you as his fingers stroke over your pussy.

He loves the way you wind him up. Because you are his favorite young pussy, one he’s made his own, railing you so good that you forget about anyone else that may have had you before.

All you know is Joel Miller.

His thighs and lower tummy smack your ass cheeks, a distinct slapping sound filling the shower and pinging off the walls right back into your ears.

Stars flutter behind your eyes, you feel light-headed. The water splashes warm across your back, allowing Joel even more slip.

The harder he fucks you, the closer he moves in. Now he has his entire torso flushed against your back, flicking his hips up into you with precision.

Suddenly he’s grabbing your leg by the underside of your knee, hiking it up, and planting it against the shower wall as he exposes a whole new sensation.

You can’t last any longer. His fingers circle dangerously around your clit, and now he’s pounding you into the wall, forcing friction against his glorious thrusts. You whimper loudly as his tip kisses your cervix repeatedly, feeling your walls clench around him as you come.

It’s jaw-dropping, heart-surging, mind-fucking how good he feels coming inside of you. It’s warm, warmer than the water still raining over you. It’s comforting the way his seed spreads throughout your core, his grunts filling the shower as he drops his last load inside of you.

And goddamn, he loves how you milk him dry.

You weakly slide down the wall, tiredly dropping your leg once he pulls out.

“No ya’don’t.” Joel quickly says, snagging a strong arm around your waist and hauling you up. You whimper as he peels your face off the wall, blinking rapidly as he spins you to face him. “C’mere.” Joel embraces you, and you lean weakly into his front like a bear hug.

“Water,” you whisper against his pec. He turns the shower temperature down, a more comforting heat surrounding you now.

“You’re alright.” He assures.

After time to recuperate, Joel reaches for the shampoo bottle, squirting a small amount into his palm and lathering it between his hands. You feel a little better standing, but you still stay wrapped up in his arms, in his hug.

He massages the shampoo into your locks, gently massaging it against your scalp, before he gently washes the bubbles out. He gathers conditioner next, letting it soak into your ends.

You hide your smile against his chest, knowing that he probably had to learn this type of stuff for Sarah. Hair care, skin care, tampons and pads, all the sort of stuff single dads fear. You wonder whatever could have been in Sarah’s mother’s mind to leave a guy like Joel Miller. Sure, he wasn’t perfect, but he seemed to fit into your life like a glove right now. For however long that perfect fit would be.

A weak sigh leaves your lips as he strokes your head sweetly, his fingers then grazing your cheek.

“Y’alright? Feel good?”

You nod weakly and smile, letting your arms drop gently as you pull away. “M’tired.”

Joel stifles a chuckle and nods. “Me too, baby. Sit tight.”

Once Joel is assured you’re not going to lose your strength standing up on your own, he shuts off the water and steps out of the shower, wrapping his towel low on his waist. You gaze at the lines around his hips, and how they dip down into his towel.

You clear your throat as you quickly look away once he approaches you with two towels. He wraps one around your shoulders, gently moving his warm hands up and down the sides of your arms.

You look so sweet, warm and cozy, cum-filled, at ease. The stress he usually sees you carrying around is wiped away. He hoped he had something to do with it.

Joel leans down and presses a light kiss to your lips. Not hungry, not desperate, not chasing. Delicate. Assuring.

You smile tiredly and shyly evade his eye contact, something that he hates to admit is goddamn adorable on you.

Both of you towel dry off any remaining droplets of water. Joel forces you to show him how you even get the towel you wrap around your hair on your head.

“This is girlhood, Joel Miller.” You say once you secure it on, watching him shake his head in disbelief.

“A mystery to me.” He says with a boyish grin.

You both exit the steamy bathroom and search your bags for pajamas. You packed a few comfy shirts for bed. And only one extra pair of panties. You better be damn careful with your one last sacred pair. You toss it back into your pack for now, deciding that they would probably be taken off in the morning anyway. You slip under the covers of Joel’s bed, saving him a space you hope he fills. Of course, he does.

Joel flips off the light switch, indulging the room in a black and blue hue. He grunts quietly as he slips into the covers. The both of you just melt into the mattress.

You nuzzle into his side, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders. He makes gentle circles into your back as your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You sigh and turn your back to Joel to retrieve it from the charger.

“Your parents askin’ if we made it okay?” Joel murmurs tiredly, eyes closed, waiting for you to return to his side.

Your breath catches in your throat. It’s a text message from Nathan.

Hey stranger

“Yeah,” you lie, your fingers gliding across the keyboard to configure a response. “They uh.. They’re tellin’ me to not bug you too much on the trip.” You awkwardly chuckle, your back still turned to him as you stare at Nathan’s message.

Joel dryly chuckles as he reaches a hand out and settles it on your hip. “Quite the opposite.”

You feel terrible concealing this from Joel. But you don’t want him to think you were young and foolish letting your secret fling slip. This was to make things work, to keep the secret buried from your parents.

Another message from Nathan makes your phone buzz in your hand.

Heard you’re in Danbury for the summer with your folks. Wanna catch up?

Your heart sits in your throat, shocked by his ask.

You flip over your phone, opting to reply in the morning. You’re beat. You sigh weakly and return to Joel’s side, hiding your face in his shoulder as you gently kiss along the muscle. He was already passed out.

As messy as this felt, being with Joel felt like being tossed a life jacket in open water. And you weren’t going to lose that safety, not if you could help it.

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City Lights, Country Nights

Cowboy! Joel x Techie! Reader

Author’s Note: Hello, lovelies! I am Maddie! This is my first time posting on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy it! I would like to make this a series and write other stories! We will see how it goes. I hope everyone enjoys Cowboy! Joel! 🤍

Summary: Enjoying the simple life with a cowboy!Joel and his family.

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Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, no outbreak AU, fluff!!!,makeout session, cheesy and sexy flirting, pet name (darling), drinking (just a glass of wine), no use of y/n.

Log off your work computer when you see the clock hit five o’clock with a small smile. You were ready for your long weekend with your sexy cowboy. Being in the tech field was much more challenging than some would think. You still have a few projects to review this weekend while you are away. The projects could be done later because it was time to get the hell out of the city.

The two-hour drive from the city into the country was always the best on a Friday afternoon after work. The hustle and bustle of the city fades as your tires drive down the road into a relaxing retreat. The time change improves the drive, with the sun shining as you drive with the window down and listen to the radio loudly. As you pass the cows and pastures, you know you are getting closer to your perfect haven with your person.

The ranch was a place you would have never gone on your own or even thought of loving as you did. Joel and his family had built it slowly over the last five years after they bought the land. The main house was Joel’s, which everyone always came over (mainly for his outdoor setup). It was a good-sized house with four bedrooms and three and a half bathrooms inside. Outside the house was a beautiful patio fit for the whole crew with a fire pit, giant outdoor TV, tool shed, lounge area, and hanging lights. Tommy and Ellie both had their own houses on the property. Joel said Sarah had not been interested in her home on the property since she was at college and had other plans (still close by). The ranch part of the property was beautiful and full of different animals, from chickens to sheep.

The sun starts to set as you pull into the long driveway to the ranch. As you slowly drive up, you can see an outline of a horse and its rider approaching you against the fence line from the rear. You break your car so they can catch up to you.

“Hello, darlin',” Joel’s Texas twang says as he rides up next to you with a sweet smirk. He is riding his horse, Whiskey. He is a lovely brown horse, especially if you have a sugar cube or apple slices. Seeing Joel in work mode was fun; he was dirty from a busy day with the animals and crew.

The blush and smile crept up, “Howdy, cowboy,” you joke with a cheesy grin.

The comment caused him to roll his eyes and slightly grin. “Pull up to the house and wait for me to give you a proper hello.” You nod in agreement and let him get a head start to the barn to put sweet Whiskey up for the night. Driving up the driveway, you are passed by Joel’s crew, including his brother and daughter, Tommy and Ellie. You give them all a big smile and wave. Tommy and Ellie jokingly thank you because Joel always lets them off earlier when you come to stay for a few days.

It doesn’t take long for the flannel-wearing cowboy to walk out of the barn toward you from about 30 yards away. He seems to have washed off some dirt from his skin by wiping away the water from his face with a rag. Getting out of the car quickly to meet him halfway, he pulls you in a bear hug as your bodies come together; all the tension leaves your body.

A sweet, passionate kiss is placed on your lips following a “How was the drive, darlin’?”

“It was a lot better now that it does not get darker at 5!” you giggle and look into his big brown eyes, which make your stomach butterflies dance and blush hard.

He kisses your head as he pulls away to get your bags out of the car. He turns around with his hands full of your weekend bags and the few groceries you brought. “How long are you staying?” he jokes as he walks up on the porch. “I think so, too. It makes me feel more comfortable with you driving in the country with all those deer.”

The sweet encounter was cut short when a ball of energy ran around the house and circled you happily as she barked at you. “Sassy! Let your mom get inside, at least!” Joel grumbled as he opened the door to the house. Joel had gotten Sassy, an Australian Shepherd when he started bringing animals to the ranch after he had built it for a ranch dog. She was a hard-working dog but enjoyed her evenings off, with Joel spoiling her with too many treats and pets.

Both of you followed him inside the house and into the living room, where he set all the bags down. You plopped down onto the couch as you prepared for the forty-five pounds of energy to jump into your lap. It felt like she was there in a second. You watched Joel as you pet the dog sitting next to you, “How was your week, handsome?”

Joel walks over to the couch and sits beside Sassy, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “It was an okay week. I've just been busy and missing you.” He starts to take off his boots and looks over at you. Sassy gets fed up with being squished between the two of you and jumps down to her bed by Joel’s chair.

“I missed you too,” You sweetly say, snuggling closer to him, his arm wrapping comfortably around you. The two of you sat snuggled around one another for a while. This was one of the rare occasions that you two are not already fucking against the dining room table after the first five minutes of your arrival. It was a bittersweet occasion, but both greetings are perfect.

After a while, Joel got up and started messing around in the kitchen. He returned to the living room and leaned on the door frame with a glass of your favorite wine. “What are you feeling for supper, darling?” he asked, teasing you to get up with the wine. With a soft grin, you got up and kissed him in exchange for the glass.

“A bottle of wine and you,” you smirked as you sip the glass, meeting his eyes. He grins and wraps his large hands around your waist, pulling your body closer. The sexual tension and longing were thick in the air as eye contact was kept. His hands start to wander towards your ass, grabbing onto your ass cheeks roughly. This caused you to wrap your arms around his neck.

“I like the way you think, little lady.” He grunts as he kisses you again, but this time, it is more passionate and rough. His hands kept wandering your body under your shirt, which caused a moan from you. The make-out session became more intense with wandering hands.

“Hey guys!” is heard throughout the house as Ellie wanders inside the side kitchen door. The two of you quickly pull away from one another slightly as she walks inside the room. “Oh, shit! Sorry guys!” she says and covers her eyes dramatically with a laugh. “ Joel, this is your fault! You made the plans with us for pizza night when Darling gets into town. Tommy said you guys would probably be about done greeting each other when we got back with the pizza.”

“You’re right, kid,” Joel chuckles as he meets your eyes, kissing your head. “We will have to finish this for dessert, darling.” He whispers in your ear with a wink. You join Ellie in the kitchen, where Tommy simultaneously enters the door. Joel gives him a look, but he gives him a smirk as he takes the pizza boxes out of his arms.

“Shit, I forgot to call Joel 10 minutes out. ,” Tommy says as he puts his hands on his head and gives his brother an apologetic look with a smirk. You go over and give each other of them a sweet hug.

Ellie was the one to break the silence. “I’m happy that you’re here! I need some girl advice,” she said as she helped gather the plates and drinks for everyone while the brothers set up all the food. The night was full of laughter and catching up through the two last weeks you have been apart. You all ended up outside watching some basketball on the giant flatscreen. You and Joel decided to snuggle up on the couch with a king-sized blanket as you gossip with Ellie about her love life.

The pair eventually went their separate ways an hour after dinner. It was always so good to visit with them. Joel was a package deal, as you have always known, but luckily, you were blessed with an incredible family. Seeing how protective he was of his little family, especially you and his girls, was touching.

Joel was very quiet as you both stayed snuggled on the couch. After they left, you rubbed his shoulders as he moved to lay on your chest. His breathing and body had settled and relaxed. He was comfortably passed out; all you could do was smile and take his picture as you held your sexy cowboy.

You let out a little chuckle and whisper, “No dessert for us, I guess, old man,” placing a small kiss on his head. You turn on your favorite show as you slowly fall asleep, listening to the rhythm of his breath, which calms you into a deep sleep.

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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For the last six months, Lance has been acting strange. It sounds like a long time, and maybe something Hunk should have brought up earlier, but he wasn’t sure enough to bring it up for a while — he’s sure now, though. Lance used to send Hunk fifty memes a night for Hunk to scroll through in the mornings, now it’s a rare day he gets even one. He used to get regular calls and facetimes from Lance about every little inconvenience Lance experienced, but now he’s lucky to hear Lance’s voice once a week. And he’s almost never available to hang out anymore.

“What I’m hearing is that you are getting a break, and what I’m not understanding is why you’re complaining about it,” Pidge says.

Hunk glances away from the dirt road he’s squinting at (country driving is hard, especially as the sun starts to set, why couldn’t Lance stay in the city like the rest of them), to roll his eyes at her.

“Oh, don’t give me that. You miss him too. It’s like he’s been replaced by a pod person!”

Hunk doesn’t know if it’s the conspiracy theory tease or if it’s because Pidge misses Lance more than he thought, but she deflates rather quickly.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. It’s a little strange that we haven’t heard much from him. But,” she bites her lip, looking away from her phone for once, “are we sure he’s not just grieving? I mean, he’s become a bit of a hermit ever since his Abuela left him her cabin in the woods. His tree-hugging ass never wants to leave. And I imagine he misses her, too. Is he maybe just trying to grieve in peace?”

“That’s a valid point,” Hunk concedes, “but I don’t think that’s it. Abuela died a year ago. He still misses her, shit, but if anything he’s even more clingy when he’s upset. And he just started pulling away a few months ago, so I don’t think it’s the death. It’s weird. He’s never been like this.”

“I mean, Lance is just kind of a weirdo,” Pidge says, because she and Lance have this weird relationship where they refuse to admit they love each other even though Hunk has seen both of them mope for days after a fight or argument. (But whatever works for them Hunk supposes.) “You’re right though, I guess. He hasn’t sent me a picture of an angry possum with the caption ‘this is u’ in a while, which is kind of concerning.”

“…Is that a regular occurrence?”

Hunk breaks concentration from the road again, looking at her strangely. She barely notices, attention back on her phone as she waves her hand dismissively.

“Oh, yeah. He sends a mocking picture whenever he sees a particularly gremlin-esque animal, I seen him one whenever I see a rat.”

“Pidge, you live in Queens. You see a rat twelve times a day.”

Pidge sniggers. “Yeah, and it’s funny every time. He gets all pissy.”

Hunk just sighs, shaking his head fondly. He will never understand their relationship.

———

Hunk has visited Lance at his new home a handful of times since he inherited it. He always, always has the porch light on (he says it’s in case someone were to get lost in the woods at night, they’d be able to see the light and come to him. Hunk has tried to explain to him dozens of times that that is an excellent way to get serial murdered, but damn Lance’s bleeding heart because Hunk’s worry does nothing).

There’s no porch light on now.

“Maybe he finally just started listening to you?” Pidge suggests.

Hunk levels her with a flat stare. “We have been friends for over fifteen years, Pidge. When, even once in that time, has Lance listened to a damn word I said about safety?”

Pidge shrugs. “Who knows! Maybe his newfound hermit lifestyle has made him wise.”

“Right,” Hunk says, snorting. He takes another moment to stare suspiciously at the dark house, and then sighs in defeat.

“I guess we should go in, huh?”

“I did not drive six hours through rural New York to turn the fuck around, Hunk. We are staying with Lance for the weekend if we have to break in through the goddamn window, and I mean that.”

Hunk doesn’t doubt it — Pidge hates long car rides, and only agreed to come up here in the first place because she misses Lance way more than she’ll ever admit, now that he’s not a two minute walk away.

“Desperate to spend some time with him?” Hunk teases, walking up to the door.

“Piss off,” Pidge snaps, but there’s not nearly enough heat in her voice for Hunk to take her seriously. (Hunk has heard her when she’s truly mad, threatening random cat-callers in the street. It is a terrifying thing to witness, which makes Hunk glad he’s on her side.)

She reaches forward to knock on the door — another proof that she very much does miss Lance, being the first to knock, which makes Hunk smirk — and then steps back next to Hunk to wait.

They stand there for two whole minutes.

“Is he maybe asleep?” Hunk asks, but dismisses it just as quickly as Pidge does.

“That loser never sleeps before, like, 3 in the morning.”

“Maybe the ambiance of the woods has made it easier for him to sleep,” Hunk says, just to be contrary.

Pidge snorts, knocking one more time and then moving shit around on the porch.

“The hell are you doing?” Hunk asks as she lifts the dorky little wicker chair Hunk knows Lance made himself in his basket weaving phase.

Mostly ignoring him, she flips the chair completely over and starts inspecting the legs.

“If I can just… ha!”

She sets the chair down, and triumphantly holds up a key.

“Lance is the most predictable bitch in these lands,” she brags, which Hunk thinks is rich coming from the girl who has lost every board game against Lance she has every played.

He tells her as much. She scowls.

“He cheats,” she insists, which is probably true, but she also cheats and still loses, so.

Hunk decides to drop it, because he likes his kneecaps exactly how they are, thanks, and Pidge has a violence problem.

“Hello? Dork ass?” Pidge calls as they walk in, which is as much of a greeting as any.

The entrance hallway is dark, as is most of the visible rooms. The only light comes from some faintly twinkling fairy lights Lance has strung up around various walls.

“Whose boots are those?” Pidge asks, staring at something right next to the front door.

Hunk peeks over her shoulder, squinting to try and make them out. It’s hard to see well in the low light, but there’s a pair of big, clunky combat boots next to Lance’s dorky retro sneakers.

“Maybe he’s got a friend over?”

“His car is the only one in the driveway,” Pidge points out, which is true.

Hunk shrugs. “Maybe he picked them up.”

Pidge huffs, still suspicious, and starts poking around the living room and kitchen instead of looking for Lance.

Well. Hunk is doing that too, so he can’t really judge. (It’s been so long since he’s had real Lance drama, okay? Sue him if he’s curious.)

“There is healthy food in the fridge,” Pidge says, in the same tone of voice someone might say ‘there’s a nuclear bomb in my toothbrush.’

Hunk blinks. He rubs his ears, he must have misheard her.

“Oh my God, there’s meat!”

Now he’s definitely misheard her, because Lance has been vegetarian since he was four and found out the pollo the feathered little animal was the same pollo in his happy meal.

Hunk scrambles over to where Pidge is starting incredulously at the open fridge, and his own jaw drops when he sees it: a gigantic steak, chilling on the second shelf, waiting to be cooked.

“Maybe he really has been replaced by a pod person,” Pidge breathes.

She’s started to sound nervous, for all her joking.

“Let’s go find him,” Hunk says, and he can’t hide the urgency in his voice. They both rush down the hallway, wordlessly agreeing to be as silent as possible. They pause before Lance’s bedroom door, exchanging a determined look. Pidge nods, and Hunk carefully turns the doorknob, soundlessly pushing the door open.

It’s dark. The only light comes from the moonlight pouring through the open window, and the small shark-shaped nightlight on the desk. Despite the brightness of the moon, the only thing really visible are shadows and figures.

The lump on the bed, wrapped in the covers, is far too big to be Lance.

Hunk hears Pidge’s sharp intake of breath, and is strangely reminded of the tale of Little Red Riding Hood. They’re both silent for a moment, tense as live wires, and then the large lump in the bed lets out what Hunk can only describe as a muted growl.

Pidge whimpers. The smallest of sounds. Barely a peep. But before Hunk has the chance to throw his hand over her mouth, the lump in the bed shoots straight up, and then both of them are screaming as glowing yellow eyes narrow and shining, razor-sharp teeth are bared in a snarl.

Hunk squeezes his eyes shut as the monster in Lance’s bed flicks his hand and a blade shines in the moonlight, extended at both of them as the monster is out of the bed in an instant.

“I am too young to die,” Hunk sobs over Pidge’s incessant screaming. He wonders if the monster ate Lance quickly, or if his own death is about to be slow.

It all makes sense now.

“Hunk? Pidge?”

Well, that doesn’t make sense.

Hunk opens his eyes just as the lights flip on, and sees Lance — he’s alive! — scramble out of bed and in front of the monster.

Right fucking in front of the monster. Zero space between them.

God, where is Lance’s brain?!

“Keith! Chill out. Put the luxite blade away. It’s fine, okay? They’re not a threat. No threat here. That’s it, babe. Take a deep breath. Put the fangs away, there you go.”

Hunk stares in shocked silence.

He thinks his jaw might be brushing the wooden floorboards.

“Pidge, stop screaming,” Lance says irritably, turning around to face the two of them. “You’re freaking everybody out.”

Pidge, predictably, does not stop screaming.

“No! I was just threatened by a real-life monster! A monster, Lance, what the fuck!”

“He has a name and it’s Keith,” Lance snaps. “And no shit you were threatened, you broke into our house.”

“And you’re fucking naked! Both of you!” Pidge continues — somehow more shrill — as if Lance had not spoken.

That wipes the fury right off Lance’s face.

“Out!” he yells, frantically yanking a blanket off the bed and throwing it over him and — and the monster that he knows on a first-name basis, apparently. “Get out! Right now!”

“I’m not leaving you with that!” Hunk argues, finally finding his voice.

He means it. Lance is bad at looking out for himself, and that thing is very obviously bloodthirsty.

“Get out of my room right fucking now, or the most bloodthirsty thing in the room is about to be me!”

Hunk’s not sure if it’s because Lance sounds deadly serious or because the terror of the whole situation is starting to fade into something like shock, but without another word, he turns away and walks out of the room. Pidge follows, closing the door behind her. The walk over to the living room, sitting gingerly on the couch.

Moments later, Lance stumbles out of the room in a robe, the monster following closely behind him.

“Stop looking at him like that,” Lance snaps, which Hunk thinks is unfair.

“Explain immediately,” Hunk says instead of voicing that particular thought.

“I’ll make some tea,” the monster says quietly, pressing a kiss to Lance’s cheek.

Hunk startles.

Well.

The monster can speak English, apparently.

Lance sighs, looking gratefully at the monster and squeezing its hand.

“Thanks, babe.”

And apparently Lance is — sleeping with the monster?

“That is the least surprising thing about this whole thing,” Pidge mutters, which is an astute observation based on Lance’s track record.

(Venom is not a good enough movie to watch 47 times. No one does that without Gay Reasons.)

Lance sits heavily on the loveseat, staring at them warily. “Why are you here?”

“Hi, Lance,” Hunk says sarcastically. “We’ve hardly talked to you in half a year, and it’s basically been radio silence from your end. Yes, I’m doing well, thanks for asking. I did miss you, too.”

Lance glares at him for a moment, but then he slumps forward.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been…busy.”

Pidge, who has recovered remarkably quickly, snickers. She looks pointedly at Lance’s collarbones, which are littered with bruises and bites. He flushes immediately, pulling his robe tighter around himself and hugging a pillow to his chest for good measure.

“I can see that,” Pidge teases. “And from what I saw from Mister Tall Purple and Furry, which is unfortunately burned into my brain for all eternity, I imagine sitting in a car for six hours to come see us would be…difficult.”

Despite himself, Hunk laughs. It helps that Lance looks more flustered and annoyed than angry, now.

“Fuck off,” he says, shoving his face into the pillow. “God, you people are horrible.”

Suddenly a new voice filters through the room, a gruff chuckle making Pidge and Hunk sit up straight, looking at each other nervously. Hunk almost forgot his terror.

“Why are you laughing, you douchebag?” Lance says, begrudgingly accepting the offered mug. The monster says nothing, only smiling fondly — well, Hunk is having trouble looking at the fangs peeking out of that smile and thinking fond, but it certainly doesn’t look malicious — and sets two more cups on the coffee table, and then takes his seat next to Lance.

Like, right next to Lance. Any closer and he’ll be sitting on Lance, and he’s thrown his arm over the back of the loveseat for good measure.

“I’m Keith,” the monster says when Lance fails to explain himself. “I’m not from here.”

That is a gross oversimplification.

“Try again,” Hunk says flatly, and he wasn’t trying to be funny, but the monster — Keith — laughs anyway.

“I’m sorry for threatening you,” he offers. “I was shot out of the sky by the government a while back, so I’m a little paranoid.”

Pidge looks intrigued. “Tell me every single detail about that story and you’re forgiven.”

Hunk scoffs. “Speak for yourself.” But he reaches forward and grabs the mug Keith placed in front of him as a show of trust, anyway, because Lance has lifted his face from the pillow of shame to glare at him and Hunk always feels like shit when Lance is mad at him.

Keith looks hesitantly at Lance. “Is it…?”

“They’re safe,” Lance says with a sigh. He reaches for one of Keith’s hands and starts fiddling with it — a nervous stim.

Now Hunk really starts to feel guilty.

“Okay,” Keith says, only a little reluctantly. It certainly says something that he’s so willing to trust them just because Lance said he could, even though twenty minutes ago he looked ready to stick a sword in their heads. “Uh, I was born on a planet called Daibazaal, about three hundred million light years from here. Earth is well known among the Intergalactic Union as a danger planet populated by gigantic, monstrous lizards.” He grins wryly. “Obviously, that information is pretty outdated.”

“Why’d you come here, then?” Pidge asks, eyes bright in excitement. If she leans forward anymore she’ll fall right off the couch. Nerd.

“My father is human,” Keith says nonchalantly, as if that’s not the most insane thing to have ever been spoken in this timeline. “He was a Texan physicist. He was messing around with things he shouldn’t have been messing in and accidentally wormholed himself across the galaxy, and decided he liked it there, so he stayed. He never told anyone about Earth because he figured if anyone tried to come here it would be mayhem —”

Hunk inclines his head, thinking of his own (possibly) over-the-top reaction. “Fair.”

“—but I grew up hearing stories about it here, so I wanted to come see for myself. It took me a few years because y’all don’t have transporters anywhere near, but I got here eventually.”

Hunk glances at his best friend, who has yet to stop playing with Keith’s fingers and won’t look at them. “I promise I am not being a dick,” he starts, which in hindsight could have been phrased better based on Lance’s scowl, “but why are you here? Like, Lance’s house specifically? And why hasn’t he told us about you?”

Luckily Lance laughs, looking a little more at ease. “He’s here because his father only told him about the Earth he knew decades ago. He was shot out of the sky the second he appeared on government scanners. He crash landed in one of the forests around here, and eventually made it to my door one night because he saw my porch light on and figured hostile shelter was better than no shelter. Luckily, I am not hostile shelter.”

The irony is not lost on Hunk.

“And did you jump his bones the second you saw the claws, or did you wait a week?” Pidge asks, grinning evilly.

Lance goes red again.

“He was injured!” Lance says hotly. “My first thought was to help him!”

“So it’s a Florence Nightingale situation,” Hunk says, smiling just as sharply.

Lance sees the tease for the apology it is.

“You’re a jerk,” he says, pouting. “Nobody in this household loves me.”

“I do,” Keith says, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world to say.

Lance softens like a goddamn block of spilled ice cream on pavement during a summer heatwave. Holy shit. It’s so saccharine it’s honestly a little gross (not really).

“As much as I have decided to be happy for you, Lance, if you two start making out I am going to throw things at you.”

Lance rolls his eyes, but settles for a quick, chaste kiss.

“Alright, you prude. I assume you two broke into my house with the intention to stay for the weekend?”

“Yep!” Pidge says, completely ignoring the dig. “And you are no sooner making me drive the six fucking hours back to the city than fly to the moon, so point me in the direction of the nearest bed. I’ll make fun of you more in the morning.”

“You mean the late afternoon, you lazy dog,” Lance teases, but gets up anyway. He presses another kiss to Keith’s lips as he gets up. “I’ll meet you in a few, okay?”

“Alright,” Keith says, and then he says something else in a language Hunk doesn’t understand that makes Lance all moon-eyed before heading back to Lance’s — to their bedroom.

“I’ll get you guys some fresh sheets and whatever,” Lance says, waving them over. “And then none of you are to bother me until I leave. If you walk in on us again and get scarred for life that will not be my problem.”

Pidge and Hunk look at each other before looking away in disgust.

“Understood,” they say immediately.

Lance grins.

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part two

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ladylooch · 1 year

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All About You- Brady Skjei

A/N: Whew, is it ever too early for smut on a Saturday? No? Okay thanks for making me feel better 🤪

I had a couple of requests for Brady Skjei, so this is my gift to both of those lovely anons.

My perception of Brady is very, very soft with a rough side, so I tried to capture that perception here. Thanks for reading!

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+ Content, swearing, unsavory things while driving (be safe. Obey most of the laws).

I’m awakened on an off-day Sunday by Brady rolling out of bed. I wince at the sun streaking in through the blinds, annoyed with last night us that decided we were too drunk to do one last step. I toss my arm over my eyes, stretching my back out. I attempt to settle myself deeper into bed as I feel the other side dip from Brady’s return.

“How do you want your coffee?” He asks me. His fingers wrap around my wrist, pulling it from my face so he can place kisses along my soft skin. I sigh at the brief presses, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“Cold and in two hours.” I mutter.

“Cold it is.” Another kiss and he’s gone.

I doze in and out of consciousness for the next few minutes until I hear his heavy footsteps coming back down the hall. I open one eye at him, seeing my to-go tumbler filled with delicious liquid gold. I reach for it, confused.

“Am I going somewhere?”

“Yeah, baby. Get dressed. Comfy clothes only today.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” His smile is mischievous.

“Brady, it’s too early for games.” I say to him, slowly sitting up. My shoulders slouch forward. I can tell my hair is a mess, my mascara is definitely smudged into raccoon eyes and my breath is hot garbage. And still, he looks at me like he’s never seen anything more beautiful. His brown eyes liquify. Eventually, he comes to, leaning forward to connect our lips. He doesn’t mind garbage breath.

“No games. I promise.” He says nothing more as he wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me from the bed.

“This is a game.”

“No, it’s to get you to move that hot ass a little faster.” He sets me in the bathroom then gives my butt a slap. “Hustle, Skjei.”

I try to do as coach asked, alternating between getting ready tasks and small sips of my coffee. Brady comes in at least three more times to check my progress until I shut the door on him.

“You’re making this take longer!” I yell through the door at his protesting.

“I need you done in five minutes.” He responds.

I’m done in three, opening the door to find him laying on the bed, hands crossed over his stomach, staring at the ceiling. He pops up, assessing my outfit of yoga pants and a cropped, peach sweatshirt. My hair is settled into a high ponytail and I’m makeup free.

“Just the way I like you.” He murmurs, walking towards me. His hands slide to my ass, gripping both cheeks with his strong hands. His mouth encloses mine. My fingers card through his long hair, tugging the strands slightly just how he loves. “Oof. Okay, we better go before I change my mind.”

“When do I get to know where we are going?” I ask him as I click my seatbelt into place.

“When we get there.” He insists, pulling out of our garage. “Enjoy the ride, baby.” He jokes as he puts on my favorite true crime podcast that he literally loathes. I squeal in delight, tucking my legs into a pretzel, gripping my tumbler and listening intently.

We are on the road, traveling through the morning humidity haze until we come to an obscure building with windows only facing out towards a fenced wooded area. I turn to Brady expectantly.

“Today is all about you.” He murmurs. “You’ve been so good to me this season. Taking care of every detail with the house renovation, food for us, attending every home game, and making sure I’m always ready to hit the road. I love and appreciate you so much. I couldn’t be successful in this league without you.”

“B-” I pout sweetly at him.

“Nah. Don’t deflect. I mean it, I’m so lucky to have you. So, I planned a whole spa day for you. Just you. I know you really want to get some alone time in to recharge, so it’s all set for you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, whatever they do here, you’re getting it. You deserve to be pampered. And I would gladly do it, but I think you’ll be getting better service from the professionals.” I laugh, thinking of Brady attempting to paint my nails.

“Let’s be honest. We wouldn’t get passed the massage part.” I grin, leaning across the center console to kiss him. “You’re so sweet. Thank you.”

“Thank you. Now, get out of this car. I’ll pick you up in five hours.”

Brady wasn’t kidding. He absolutely went all out for me. The spa had it all- tranquil music, cozy waiting areas, and the most luxurious robes I’d ever slipped onto my body. I started with a gentle, Swedish massage, then moved into a moisturizing facial. By the time I got to my manicure and pedicures, I was a puddle of goo in the chair. I sipped on expensive champagne, ate delicious snacks of fruit and assorted cheeses all while enjoying my own company and several podcasts that had built up in my Spotify episodes. By the time I saw my husband again, I felt like a completely different person.

“Holy shit.” I say to him as I collapse into the passenger seat. His hand immediately finds my thigh, rubbing his thumb against the smooth fabric of my pants. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed in my whole life. And that includes our honeymoon.” I rest my head back against the seat, sighing contently. I slowly open my eyes, turning to Brady who gives me that same look from this morning- like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen. “Thank you.” I finish in a whisper. “This season has been a grind.” I admit, not that it’s news. After two shortened seasons, the 82 game season was an adjustment.

“I know.” He reaches his hand up, cupping my cheek to bring our lips together. He feels like heaven. I can’t help but moan. The air in the car shifts and Brady presses his mouth tighter to mine. I nibble his bottom lip in my mouth, reaching my hand out to skirt across the zipper of his shorts.

“Only one more thing could make this day perfect.”

“Oh, we aren’t even close to done yet.” He tells me. “That was just phase one.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” I whine, watching as he pulls away to start driving.

“It was the five star head on our 1st date.”

“Brady!” I snap, slapping his thigh. His quad seemingly claps back, making my hand sting. My cheeks tint red at the memory. Normally I’m not someone to put out on the first date, but something about Brady was different from the start. I wanted to.. no I had to, at that sophomore year homecoming party hosted by the hockey team.

“I think about that on a weekly basis.” He admits to me, flipping his turn signal on and heading to the right. “Knew I’d do just about anything to keep that mouth on me.” I drop my head in my hands, laughing. I slide my fingers apart, swiveling my head to look at him.

“What would you do for it right now?” I can feel the breath rush from his chest at the thought. Most of our way home is obscure backroads. Very little traffic is with us or going the opposite direction. It’s risky, but not impossible.

“You start us in this car and I’ll finish us inside of you.”

“Promise?” I ask, skirting my fingers along the growing bulge.

“Yeah, baby.” He moans as I work the button of his shorts apart.

After a little awkward maneuvering, I get him out of his boxer briefs. I work the seatbelt around my shoulders, keeping it across my lap and perching my mouth in front of his thick shaft. I wrap my fingers delicately around it, pumping the velvet skin and watching as a bead appears at his slit. My tongue licks at it, savoring the salty pleasure. Brady’s hand comes between my shoulder blades like he’s bracing himself for what is next. I kiss his tip the leisurely part my lips for pull him into my mouth. The passionate sigh he releases has anticipating tightening my inner core.

“Was it this good?” I ask him before taking him all the way into my mouth. I let him thrust deeper, nudging down my throat.

“No.” He admits. “It’s better now that you’re my wife.” I smile around him, then grip the base of his shaft with my hand. When my mouth and hand begin to work together, Brady groans deeply. His breathing increases and his grip on the steering wheel tightens. He presses into my back, encouraging me deeper. I do, then revel in the tortured sounds coming from his mouth. I feel the car stop, sensing we are just about to turn left into our neighborhood. “Go faster until the light turns green.” He begs. I comply, working him over quickly- sucking, licking, and squeezing. “Fuuuuuck.” He moans. A car honks behind us. Brady tugs my ponytail for me to stop. “No more until we are home. Damn, I hate saying that, but I won’t make it if you keep going.”

I pop back up, shoulders rolled back like a queen while wiping at my mouth. Brady’s hand moves to between my legs, feeling the heat radiating. He works his fingers in deeper as I spread wider for him. I grip his wrist as he teases me with the tips of his fingers, not able to get the movement he wants through my Lulu’s.

“Hold on a bit longer, babe.” He says as he turns onto our street.

The garage door is barely open enough for the car to clear. I cringe, expecting Brady to hit it and breathe a sigh of relief when he doesn’t. When the car is in park, he pushes the button again to close. I shove my door open, meeting him on the outside. Our hands grope each other greedily. He works us backwards towards the door. He presses me hard against the wood, wrapping my knee around his waist to grind into my folds.

I reach behind me, twisting the knob so we crash into the mudroom. Brady spins us, then pulls me towards the built in oak, cubbies.

“Come here.” He demands, sitting in the middle of the built ins. I laugh, thinking of how we built these slots for our future children to have a place for their little coats and shoes.

Brady’s shorts drop to his ankles. I work myself to straddle his lap, more than ready for him to be stuffed inside of me. I grip his rigid cock so I can slide down. I glide down him, settling my thighs against his. I moan, accepting his immediate thrusting up into me. I’m so wet, him so rigid, that the feelings are electing profound moans from us both.

“Good God.” He pants, looking up into my face as I ride him. He shoves my shirt up, pulling my sports bra down to reveal my nipple. I sob out in pleasure as he works the bud with his tongue. I reach up, gripping the metal hooks and adjusting my angle on him.

“Yes. Oh my god, yes.” I laugh incredulously at how unbelievable it feels. I can already feel my orgasm torturing me for release. “Babe.” I warn him.

“Mmm, you’re so beautiful fucking me like this.” He insists between tugs on my nipple.

“I’m coming.” I tell him. He keeps the exact tempo I need, keeping my nipple flush against his tongue as he wiggles me to my explosive orgasm. “Fu-fuck yes.” I wail, gripping the back of his neck, my fresh manicure digging into his tan skin. “Shit.” I sob to him as my inner muscles clench tightly around him.

“God damn.” He moves his hand to the small of my back, working my hips into him until he fills me. I rut against him to help him finish completely, then collapse against his chest.

“So our least favorite kid gets this one?” He jokes of the cubbies.

“That’s mean…” I trail off, hot breath dancing against his t-shirt.

“Fair… maybe the one we just made then.” I smile against his skin.

“So we are trying now?”

“I mean, you threw your birth control out of the car last night on the way home from dinner?”

“What!” I exclaim, shocked.

“Yeah, you were like… I’m ready Brady!” He mocks me with a high voice. His hand tosses over his shoulder.

“What the…” I trail off, not remembering that. “Stop letting me drink Palomas.”

“I mean, I just came in you unprotected so, I’ve done what I can on that for nine months.”

“Yeah… then I guess we are trying. Thanks drunk me.” I giggle, placing our lips together. Brady gently lifts me. I wince a bit as he slides out, my folds feeling used and a bit raw.

“Okay?” He asks me, searching my face.

“Way better than okay.” I assure him.

“You ready for phase two?”

“Mhm.”

“Good. Trashy TV, couch cuddles, and take out- coming right up.”

It’s finally confirmed, I think to myself as Brady exits the mudroom to get phase 2 prepared. Being married to Brady Skjei is heaven on earth.

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underoossss · 2 years

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fall dates and pumpkin pies - s.h

pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader

warnings: none just fluff and kisses, and we pretend s4 had a happy ending for this.

an: here, have some steve fluff, it’s fall because its the superior season and im so ready for it to get here. (brief lucas x max mention because they are adorable) I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

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The sun had started to set in the distance while you made your way through town. The last remnants of its beautiful orange light sneaked through the space between the buildings and shone through the car’s window. Fall had arrived to Hawkins a few weeks back, and the streets were covered with leaves –brown, red and different shades of orange coloured the wet pavement. You watched every detail of the new season as the car moved along, both thrilled and enamoured with the cozy look the town had adopted with the changing weather. It had rained earlier, but the cold bite to the air was gone thanks to the humidity that remained. The days for driving with the windows down were long gone, but the colder days gave you a great excuse to wear your coziest sweaters and cuddle closer to your boyfriend for warmth. Your sank further down in your seat, your high-tops perched on the dashboard, their black colour looking more like a faded grey in the sunset’s orange light.

Steve sat in the drivers seat next to you, clad in in a light blue sweatshirt and a black denim jacket, his hair a perfect display of tousled brown waves. He had one of his hands on top of your thigh, setting the skin under your jeans on fire even with just a simple touch. You glanced away from your thigh and towards him. Your eyes followed his profile, from the dip where his forehead met his eyes all the way down to his moving lips. He was talking to the couple sitting in the back, always the mother hen. With a glance over your shoulder, you spotted Max rolling her eyes at Steve’s words while Lucas listened carefully. It made a chuckle leave your lips, it also brought Steve’s attention back to you.

“I think they got it from here, babe.” You told him softly, a reassuring smile on your face. You went on to address couple next, your eyes meeting theirs through the rear-view mirror. “We’ll be out here when the film’s over, to take you back home.”

Max nodded. “Alright, thank you.”

Your redhead friend had approached you while at work on Monday. Her hair in two pigtails and her skateboard under her arm. She’d told you Lucas asked her out on a date and they would be going to watch a movie Friday night. It was something they had agreed to before, but Lucas had asked Max again that morning. She’d said yes.

“That’s great. What movie are you watching?” You had asked, more interested on Max’s date than the inventory you were running for the store. “You need a ride?”

“Yeah.” Her cheeks were tinted pink from what you assumed was embarrassment. “Um, we’re watching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off at 8pm”

You nodded your head and clapped your hands in front of you. “Perfect! Steve and I will pick you up at 7:30.”

“You really need to get a new license.” Max shook her head at you. “But thank you.”

“Pfft I don’t need one.” You’d told her, “Steve would insist on driving me everywhere anyways.”

When you saw Steve later that Monday afternoon, at 5:05 to be exact, you told him that Max and Lucas would need a ride to the movies on Friday. He turned to you on the driver’s seat, car still on park, and told you that Lucas had gone to Family Video after school to ask for a ride as well.

“Did they think I’d say no?” Steve had asked you, a confused furrow to his eyebrows.

“I’m sure it’s not that!” You’d laughed and shrugged, “Just better safe than sorry, I guess.”

“If you want to hit the arcade after the movie just let us know, we can pick you up after that.” You added after a glance towards Steve. “Right, babe?”

“Yeah, sure. Just don’t get into trouble.” He rolled his eyes, but you knew it was all an act. He cared for these trouble-making teenagers more than he’ll ever admit. That care shone through immediately after his comment, when his voice took a softer tone. “And have fun.”

Steve’s car pulled into the parking lot, right in front of the entrance. The cinema’s pink and yellow neon banner reflected on your window and bathed the car in its light. You looked out the window, at the many people walking into the establishments: couples, parents with kids, groups of friends, all ready for some entertainment after the town’s trying times. “I can smell the popcorn from here.” You mumbled, unsure if it was just your imagination or if it was the truth.

Steve shared a look with Lucas in the rear view mirror which prompted him to jump out of the car and run to Max’s side, opening her door for her. “You ready?” Lucas asked Max with a grin on his face and his hand outstretched.

You could see Max’s cheeks blush, turning a soft shade of pink as she looked at Lucas. She chuckled then and took his hand in hers, sliding out of the car. “Yeah, I’m ready.” She said. Then, after ducking into the car to say thank you, the two of them walked into the cinema hand in hand.

“They’re adorable.” You said after a sigh, watching their retreating figures. Max’s stylish overalls and Lucas’ denim on denim look. “They’ll be okay, right?”

“Of course they will, babe.” Steve reassured you, understanding your anxiety at the thought of them being alone. They have been through too much. His hand took yours as he drove further into the parking lot in search for a free spot. “Besides, we’ll wait for them here.”

You nodded, and cleared your mind from your anxious thoughts. Focusing instead on the present, you helped Steve find a parking spot while the sky above you changed from orange into pink.

“I’m going inside to get us some popcorn,” Steve said after shutting down the engine. His hand came up to your cheek, his thumb rubbed the skin there softly. “You want anything else, baby?”

“Popcorn’s good.” You smiled and placed a small kiss to his palm, giggling when he got flustered.

“I’ll be right back.” Steve smiled back after trying and failing to rid himself of his blush. He handed you the car keys and walked to the cinema’s entrance three rows ahead of you.

You stepped out of the car a few minutes later, and leaned against the closed door to watch the sky change colours above you. The lovely pink had turned into a soft lilac, and by the time it was a deep purple with no clouds on sight, you heard Steve walking back towards the car.

“Gotcha a soda too!” He smiled, holding the white and red paper cup up in triumph. “I figured the popcorn would make us thirsty.”

You shook your head in wonder at him, a smile growing on your face. Steve was always so thoughtful and kind, anticipating your needs and those of others when he could. He knew when you needed him to hold your hand, when you needed a hug, or just a good cry. Even if he was always reluctant to accept the same kindness I’m return, you tried to provide it to him. If only he knew just how deep your affection for him ran.

“Thank you,” You smiled, accepting the kiss he placed on your lips and the bucket of popcorn. “Was the line huge?”

“Yeah.” Steve said before he shoved a fistful of popcorn into his mouth. “The whole place is packed with people.”

“It’s for that new movie, the one the kids are going to watch.” You brought some popcorn to your mouth, the salty and buttery taste making your tastebuds dance and say to no one in particular: “Cinema popcorn is so good.”

“I had to hide from them.” Steve chuckled through another mouthful, you couldn’t even complain, he endeared you. “Or else they’d think I was spying on them or something.”

You laughed softly, picturing Max’s horrified face if she saw Steve or you in there with them. Then again, you didn’t think they would spot Steve –it was a date after all. They were probably thinking about the other right now, and the nerves that inevitably made an appearance no matter what. A smile came to your face at a memory, another couple that had their first date at this very same cinema.

“Stevie.” You whispered, your voice taking a softer tone. “Remember when you asked me out that first time?” You placed the popcorn on the hood of the car, as you shifted on your feet –legs aching from being in the same position.

Steve noticed the movement, and wasted no time. He put the soda next to the popcorn and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you up on the hood of the car. Being at the same eye level as him now, you had the urge to look away –Steve’s loving eyes were almost overwhelming in the best way– but you kept your gaze on him. He moved to stand between you legs, grabbing the soda, taking a sip and placing it back on the hood.

“Why yes I do remember, gorgeous.” A teasing glint appeared in his eye, over the ever-present affection. “You practically melted to the floor when I asked you.”

You chuckled –amused– and brought a hand to his hair. Your fingers ran through it once then returned to your side. “I think you’re taking about yourself there, Stevie. I’d never seen you so nervous before.”

Steve rolled his eyes fondly, leaning in to kiss your nose. His the touch left the skin warm against the cold wind. “I was an idiot that night. almost spilled all the popcorn, got your soda all wrong.” He shook his head.

“Shh babe.” You placed your hands on his cheeks, they were as cold as your fingers. “Don’t call yourself that. You’ve never been an idiot.”

Steve looked away with a shrug, feeling vulnerable. You brought his face close to you, fingers tracing his cheekbones.

“I just don’t like it when you talk about yourself like that.” You shook your head, but gave him a soft smile. Heart aching at the thought of him thinking that way of himself when you thought the complete opposite.

A sigh escaped him, and he nodded, his fingers clutching at the material of your sweater. “I know, it’s just–”

“A habit. I know.” You rested your forehead against his, moving your face from side to side, and offered him comfort. “That night… I was nervous too. Can you blame me, though? I’d been crushing on you for a while.” You shared, making Steve smile.

“I think I crushed on you for longer.” Steve laughed softly, his hands drifting over to your back until his arms circled your waist.

“I’m not starting a competition.” You chuckled with an eye roll, then with a sigh you moved your gaze to the cinema. “Being here and seeing those two walk in tonight… it just reminded me of that night.”

Steve smiled and tightened his arms around your waist, bringing you close to fend of the cold. “It reminded me too.” He murmured, lips ghosting on your jaw and the warmth of his breath making goosebumps appear along your skin. “I got to kiss you that night. ‘Had been dreaming about it forever.”

“Cheesy.” You smiled, then sighed when Steve placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I was so glad you did. I thought I’d have to wait until the second date.”

“How could I wait.” His lips brushed against yours in a teasing touch, a breathy chuckle escaped him. You tilted your head and touched the tip of your nose against the side of his. “Look at you, I’d be a fool not to kiss you.”

Unable to wait, you moved forward and captured his lips with yours –the pleased sound that left Steve’s throat warming your body up against the cold. His lips parted as he moved closer, you could taste the sweet taste of the soda he’d been drinking and still lingered on his lips. It felt like something out of a book or a movie, the way you were bursting with love for each other in the same place you gave that love a chance. Steve pulled back when he felt you smile, his lips kissing your cheeks and jaw until your face felt on fire and you brought his lips back to yours. You felt all-consumed by your emotions, and each caress of Steve’s lips against yours, his tongue brushing your bottom lip and his teeth biting them ever so gently threatened to make all those emotions burst at the seams.

“Steve.” You whispered, hands travelling from his hair back to his face.

He looked rumpled, his lips very much kissed but his expression cleared when he looked into your eyes. “Everything okay?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I’m going to sound pathetic.” You confessed.

Steve shook his head. “Of course not. Tell me.”

“I don’t know if it’s this place that’s making me nostalgic.” You looked at the cinema then at Steve. “But…”

Steve remained patient as he waited for you to find your words –his thumbs rubbed circles on your lower back.

“My heart felt very lonely before I met you Steve.” You whispered. “And since I met you, well I’ve never been so happy, despite everything that’s happened. Hell, after that first date I couldn’t stop smiling for days.”

“I couldn’t shut up about you after we met. Then after the date it just got worse.” Steve smiled, his forehead falling towards yours. “You’re not alone anymore, babe. Even in feeling hopelessly in love. I’ve got you.”

“You’ve got me too.” You nodded, your foreheads moving together. “I love you, so much.”

“I do more.” He whispered softly and leaned in for another breathless kiss.

“Wanna go out on a date with me?” Steve asked when he pulled back. He smiled in delight at your surprised face. “We’ve got time.”

“Where do you want to go?” You smiled, tilting your head in question. When have you been able to say no to him.

“Our second date. That diner is just along the main street so we can walk.” Steve smiled, lips kissing yours softly and moving to kiss you nose, your Cupid’s bow, your chin. “I know you’ve been craving a pumpkin pie this week.”

“I have.” You nodded thoughtfully, a smile on your face even when you looked back to where Max and Lucas had gone.

“The kids will be fine, we’ll be back before they even come to find us.” Steve promised. His hands moved to your hips and helped you slide down from the hood of the car. “Indulge me baby, come on.”

Steve’s smile grew wider when you nodded again, his arm going around your shoulder after you grabbed the half finished popcorn. The two of you walked close together through the rows of parked cars, eating popcorn, until you reached the main street.

“I kissed you where we had our first date, I think it’s fair to kiss you where we had our second.” Steve spoke through another mouthful of popcorn.

You chuckled, “You’re right, it seems fair. But I was promised some pumpkin pie first.”

“Baby, I’m better than pumpkin pie.” Steve joked. “Right?”

At your teasing silence, Steve asked you again. “Babe, am I? This will keep me up at night, you’ve got to tell me.”

You could only laugh, shifting closer to his side. “Of course, you are. Better than anything.”

#oh to be kissed by this boy #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #gender neautral reader #steve harrington x gender neutral #steve harrington x gn!reader #gn!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic

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venus-haze · 2 years

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I’ve Got a Crush on You (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: You’re a performer in Hank Snow’s traveling show and become friends with Elvis when he joins the troupe. Elvis starts crushing on you, but figures he doesn’t have a chance because you’re dating your performance partner...right?

Note: This is based off of an anonymous request. The reader is feminine but never explicitly referred to as being a woman. I’m not sure if the requester wanted it to be more yandere or not, so I apologize if this isn’t what you had in mind! I hope everyone likes it regardless. I listened to the Frank Sinatra song of the same name and Elvis’ The Girl of My Best Friend almost nonstop while writing this. The reader and their partner’s act is based on Stan and Molly’s act in Nightmare Alley (the original one). Do not interact with my blog or content if you are under 18 or post ED/thinpso content.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: None.

The seemingly endless corn fields of the Midwest were finally behind you, replaced by the Gulf Coast swamps that made you desperately roll down the car window to get some relief from the humidity. Sensing your discomfort, Walt, your close friend and performing partner, handed you a folded map to fan yourself with.

The breeze from the moving car and your makeshift fan did little to cool you off. You felt like you were sticking to the leather car seat with each passing minute. There was still at least an hour until you’d get to the motel and be able to cool down with a shower.

“Why can’t we tour the South in the winter and just spend the summer in New England?” you lamented, wiping sweat from your brow.

Walt shrugged. “Ask the Colonel.”

A car pulled up next to yours, and you saw it was the one Elvis and his band rode in. The car kept pace with Walt’s, and you leaned out the passenger window to talk to Scotty, who was driving for this stretch of the trip.

“Where you bums headed?” Scotty shouted.

You laughed. “Same place you are! Hey, you know if the motel’s got a pool?”

“Think so,” Elvis responded from the passenger seat.

“Thank god, I’m about to melt!”

“See y’all there!” Scotty said, sending their car flying past yours and farther up the road.

You settled back in the seat, smiling at Walt. “They’re fun. I’m glad they‘re here.”

“Don’t think it’ll stay that way for more than a few months. Seems like every town we go to, more people are showin’ up for Elvis than anyone else,” Walt said.

“Can you blame them?”

He grinned in response. You never pried when it came to Walt’s preferences. It didn’t matter to you, personally; he was your friend regardless of who he was attracted to, but you got somewhat of an inkling when the two of you had first watched Elvis’ performance at the Louisiana Hayride a few weeks before, equally entranced by the way he moved.

The Colonel had recruited Elvis and his band, the Blue Moon Boys, to be part of the traveling show after that. Of course, Hank Snow was top-billed in each backwater town the troupe set up in for the week, but Walt was right, people were flocking to see Elvis. Even Jimmie had started to emulate Elvis more than his own father.

As the sun set on the horizon, you welcomed the cooler night air. It was still sticky, but at least now you weren’t sweating as much. You turned up the radio, kicking your feet along to the songs that played on the local station for the remainder of the drive to the motel.

Some of the performers had trailers they stayed in while on the road, setting up at whatever local fairgrounds the show would be held for varying lengths of time. You and Walt, along with some of the other performers opted to stay in motels when you could. Hank wasn’t exactly pleased that two unmarried people would be sharing a motel room, but it wasn’t like you and Walt were together, anyway. It had become an inside joke among a handful of the performers, since you and Walt were promoted as a uniquely connected psychic married couple, ‘The Otherworldly Wonder of Y/N and Walt’.

Hank was nice, if not a bit too old-fashioned for your liking, but you owed your livelihood to being part of his show. It wasn’t what you wanted to be doing for the rest of your life, but few others had the opportunity to travel the country so extensively while they were young. Most of the people who came to the shows had never been more than a few miles of where they grew up.

When Walt pulled into the motel parking lot, you saw Elvis’ car already parked out front. You noticed the swimming pool, illuminated by a few lamps that didn’t have blown out bulbs. A few people were hanging out poolside, but you couldn’t make out any faces.

“Will you get me something to drink after we check in? I wanna go in the pool,” you said, when Walt parked.

“Sure,” he said.

You dug through your bag, handing him some loose change. “Get yourself something too. If you wanna shower or something, don’t rush. I’m not dying.”

The check-in process went quickly, and the desk clerk informed you that the pool was open until midnight, giving you plenty of time to enjoy yourself. Grabbing yours and Walt’s suitcases, you rushed to the room. You pulled your bathing suit out of your bag, quickly changing into it and grabbing a towel while making a beeline for the pool.

“Hey Y/N!” Elvis called out to you as you ran over.

He was there with Bill and Scotty, sitting on one of the lounge chairs while they swam.

“The party’s here!” you announced, throwing your towel to the side and jumping into the pool.

Elvis watched as you swam with Bill and Scotty. The three of you decided to have a cannonball contest, with Elvis judging.

“C’mon, Y/N, he’s gonna let you win,” Bill protested.

“I can hold my own when it comes to cannonballs, thank you.”

After about fifteen minutes or so of cannonballs and subsequent arguing over whose were best, Elvis decided it was a draw.

Not long after, you climbed out of the pool, grabbing your nearby towel and wrapping it around the bottom half of your body. Taking a seat on the lounge chair next to him, you laid back and closed your eyes for a few minutes. He let himself look at you, really look for the first time since he’d met you. Your skin seemed to glitter as the moonlight reflected off of the water droplets that clung to you. Though your eyes were closed, he could picture them perfectly, bright and playful. Did you have any idea how beautiful you were?

You turned to him, laying on your side. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What’s with you and pink Cadillacs?”

He laughed. “I just like ‘em.”

“That’s it?”

“Well, my mama used to work at a hospital, always saw people drivin’ up in their pink Cadillacs. I’m gonna buy her one someday.”

“Your family means a lot to you,” you observed aloud.

“They’re everything.”

You smiled. “Good, hold onto that. Not a lot of people can say the same.”

“What about you?” he asked.

“It’s complicated,” you said with a shrug, “but I have Walt, and everyone else in the show. Spending all these hours on the road with the same people, you get really close—or you can’t stand each other.”

“I hope I’m in the first category.”

“You’re one of my favorite people.”

“Yeah, me too. I really—“

Before he could finish his thought, Walt sat with you on your lounge chair, handing you a soda.

“My hero,” you smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Elvis looked away, not out of any sense of decency, but because of how much he wanted you to be like that with him. You were right, being on the road and performing with the same people for weeks on end could either make or break bonds. In the few months he’d been part of Hank Snow’s outfit, the slight crush he had on you when you were first introduced had snowballed into him finding even the smallest excuses to spend time with you or playing you new songs before anyone else heard them.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Walt. He was a great guy and had been a lot friendlier to Elvis and the band when they first joined the group than most of the other people were. From what he could tell, you and Walt were happy together and rarely argued, if you did it was never over anything big. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder—what if?

He went to sleep that night wondering if he should take a chance and make a move. At the same time, he didn’t want to ruin your friendship and have you out of his life forever. Not to mention, the unnecessary tension it’d cause, especially if you went and told Walt. He could hold his own in a fight if he had to, but he didn’t want any of that on the road. He couldn’t believe he was losing sleep over a crush.

He regretted not sleeping better, though, because the following morning was a lot of last minute set up before the carnival opened in the afternoon. Everyone pitched in, which made things easier, and you sat with him while eating lunch next to the ferris wheel. Your act went on earlier than he did, so he didn’t see you again for the rest of the afternoon.

Your and Walt’s act was a sort of ‘mind-reading’ trick, wherein people would write questions or statements on cards, and Walt would read them out to you for answers. The trick relied on how Walt pronounced or emphasized certain words, signaling the answer for you. It was always a hit, and you didn’t feel too bad about all of the people who would come to the show seeking ‘enlightenment’. The more people who believed it, the more money you made.

“Will this man’s father recover from the illness he’s currently afflicted with?” Walt asked, reading from the card.

You put your index fingers to your temples, gazing into the distance until your vision went out of focus. Dramatically, you gasped, pulling your hands away from your face. The crowd looked at you with bated breath for your response. “Your father will recover, but it’ll be a tough road. You’ll need patience.”

The crowd murmured among themselves, and the man in question nodded, contemplating your answer. You and Walt continued this routine for the next hour or so, ‘answering’ as many of the questions as you could in the time given. Sometimes, in bigger cities, you and Walt would put on your show two or three times a night. This small town, however, would only get to experience ‘The Otherworldly Wonder of Y/N and Walt’ once.

Toward the end of the show, you noticed Elvis standing in the back of the crowd. You gasped loudly, as if suddenly assaulted by a vision. “You, young man in the back,” you said, pointing to Elvis.

The corners of his lips upturned. “Yes?”

“You’re looking to purchase a new car, not for yourself, though, no,” you said.

He shook his head.

“For your mother! A pink Cadillac?”

“Well, you must be the real deal,” Elvis grinned, playing along.

The crowd erupted in chattering and applause, and you sent a wink his way. He knew he was blushing and hoped you couldn’t notice as much from the other side of the tent.

“Hey! What are the winning lottery numbers!” a man shouted from the crowd.

You laughed. “Now, if I knew those, I wouldn’t be up here.”

“Thank you all for your time,” Walt announced, signaling the end of the show.

“Have a wonderful rest of your evening!” you said to the crowd.

The two of you bowed before disappearing behind the curtain. You and Walt hugged, celebrating another successful show. You’d been at it long enough to work through any hiccups in the performance without anyone seeing through the facade.

“Nice thinking with Elvis,” Walt said as the two of you changed out of your stage clothes and into casual wear.

“I’m lucky he was sweet enough to play along,” you said. “I gotta find a sink to wash this gunk off my face.”

The intense eyeshadow and long false eyelashes had become a staple of your performance attire, drawing attention to your ‘vision’ even for people farther back in the audience. It was always a pain to apply, though, and even more of a pain to remove without looking like a raccoon for a few hours. You put your stage clothes back in the costume trunk after you changed.

When you walked down from behind the stage, you noticed Elvis leaning against a post, waiting for you. “Say, what are those winning lottery numbers, anyway?”

“Well, since we’re alone,” you said, lowering your voice.

You hadn’t noticed the suggestive tone you’d taken on, but Elvis did, feeling his mouth become dry as you gave him what he could only describe as a ‘come hither’ stare through your dramatic eye makeup. Before he could say or do anything, Walt walked out, throwing an arm around you.

“Thanks for bein’ a good sport back there,” Walt said kindly.

Elvis nodded. “Yeah, ‘course. Y’all always put on a good show.”

“The way people go crazy over you? We’re okay,” you said.

“When are you playin’ tonight, anyway?” Walt asked.

“Should be ‘round nine.”

“We’ll be there to cheer you on.”

“If anyone throws you panties in my size, let me know,” you joked.

Walt groaned. “Y/N, Elvis doesn’t wanna hear that.”

You held your hands up in defense. “C’mon, I was just kidding! See ya later, Elvis.”

“See ya,” Elvis said, as if he could think properly after mention of your panties.

Before he knew it, Scotty was calling for him to join the rest of the band to practice before their show. He could faintly hear Hank Snow’s set while they made sure their instruments were tuned and had the setlist in order. The uproar of cheers and applause was the cue to go on stage, becoming near deafening as he approached the microphone. He scanned the crowd for you. When he caught your gaze, you waved excitedly at him.

He snuck glances at you throughout the show, smiling as he watched you and Walt dance together. The slightest guilt snuck up on him, who was he to ruin what you already had? Then he saw it, the hungry look in your eyes that almost everyone else in the audience had while watching him perform, except it was you. Seeing the confirmation that you were at least attracted to him gave him the confidence he needed to decide that for better or worse, he’d tell you how he felt.

The show was only in the Alabama town for the day, as they were headed for a week-long stint in some mid-size city in Florida that Elvis had never heard of. While everyone was checking out of the motel, Elvis approached you, helping you with your suitcase.

“Y/N, you wanna ride with me this time?” he asked. “If it’s okay with Walt.”

“Sure, I don’t see why not. I’ll let him know that Bill and Scotty will be riding with him,” you said.

Elvis waited by his car, fidgeting with the keys while he waited for you to return. It’d be at least eight hours to the next town you’d be performing in, eight hours alone with you. Running back over to him with a smile, you gave him a thumbs up. With that, he put your suitcase in the backseat of his car, and you made yourself comfortable in the passenger seat.

“If the radio signal sucks, you’ll sing, right?” you asked.

He smiled. “If you want me to.”

“Nah, I’ll let you have a break.”

The drive seemed to fly by, the two of you talking nonstop for hours about anything and everything. You admired his profile as he drove, the sun giving his skin a golden glow and shining off of his freshly dyed hair. When he’d revealed to you that he dyed it with shoe polish, not long after you first met, you nearly fell over. You’d never heard of anyone doing that before, but it worked really well for him.

Spending time with him was always fun. He was charming to no end, constantly complimenting you and offering to help you with things, especially when Walt wasn’t around. You knew he could easily have his choice of just about anyone in his general vicinity who breathed, so you figured he wouldn’t be interested in you, but appreciated the friendship that you had.

“I’m starvin’,” Elvis said as the sun began to set low over the Florida marshes. “Darlin’, would you look at that travel guide in the glove box and see if there’s anywhere to eat comin’ up?”

You grabbed the travel guide, following with your finger where you were on the route. “There’s a place called Betty’s Diner about five miles from here. We should see a Texaco station and then it’ll be about a mile past that.”

“Anything you want, it’s my treat.”

“Thanks, Elvis,” you smiled.

Just as you’d read in the travel guide, you could see the glowing neon sign for the diner just about a mile past the gas station. Your stomach began growling as soon as you smelled the greasy diner food.

“I’m sorry for your wallet because I’m ordering one of everything,” you said when he pulled into the gravel parking lot.

“Hell, I’m fixin’ to do the same,” he agreed.

The two of you walked into the diner, a somewhat run-down but charming little place that you knew would hit the spot. The waitress led you and Elvis to a booth, handing you menus and leaving you to order. You stared at the menu, trying to decide what you were going to order. Everything looked so good, and you were becoming worried you were going to make Elvis broke with what all you were going to order.

You were still contemplating what you were going to get when the waitress came back to ask what you wanted to drink.

“What do you recommend to eat?” you asked her. “I can’t decide.”

“Cheeseburger with the works and fried egg on top. Goes really good with a side of hashbrowns,” she said.

“I’ll have that.”

Elvis nodded. “Me too.”

The waitress left with your drink and meal orders, and you started digging through your bag.

“I told you I’m payin’,” Elvis scolded.

“I know. I’m gonna go check the jukebox,” you said, holding up the nickel you found.

He watched as you scooted out of the booth and over to the jukebox in the corner. You flipped through the song selection, grinning ear to ear when you found exactly what you were looking for. Dropping the coin into the slot, you made your selection. A few seconds later, ‘Baby Let’s Play House’ began playing throughout the diner, and when you looked back at him, he shook his head, trying to bite back a smile.

“You ever heard of this guy?” you joked as you slid back into your seat.

“You’re somethin’ else, ya know that?”

“I’ve been told,” you smiled.

He was about to speak when the waitress set the food down in front of you. Her recommendation was spot on, and you and Elvis ate in near silence, not realizing how hungry the hours on the road had made you. Being with you made him feel at home, he wanted every drive, every meal, to be with you. When you smiled at him, big and beautiful, he couldn’t hold in his feelings any longer.

“I gotta be honest with you, Y/N,” Elvis said, holding your hand from across the table, “I like you a lot, and I know you’re with Walt, but I could treat you so good if you’d let me.”

“Elvis,” you began.

He felt a lump form in his throat. This was it, you were letting him down gently. He almost wished you’d call him a jerk, throw your soda in his face, and storm out of the diner.

“Walt and I aren’t together.”

“But your act—“

“Is just that, an act,” you said. “The Colonel says the show sells better if Walt and I are promoted as a couple.”

“So you’re single?”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Well, there is this guy.”

“Oh?”

“Dark hair, dreamy eyes, lips to die for,” you said. “He’s got this voice that drives me absolutely wild.”

He grinned. “Sounds like a keeper.”

“Yeah, too bad Hank is married,” you sighed wistfully.

“What?” Elvis nearly shouted.

“Elvis, I’m kidding.”

He cleared his throat, nodding. “I knew that.”

“But do you really think I have a chance?”

“Y/N–”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” you laughed. “I like you a lot too, and I think you should kiss me right now.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to step in on Hank’s territory.”

You let out a cackle at this, drawing the attention of some of the other people in the diner.

Giggling, you attempted to give Elvis a bashful smile. “Please?”

“I don’t think I could ever say no to you,” he said, getting up from his side of the table to sit next to you.

He took a moment to study your face, how your eyes sparkled even under the bright diner lighting, your kind smile that seemed like it was reserved especially for him, and your lips that were begging to be kissed. To his surprise, you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips to his and pulling him closer to you. He steadied himself by placing a hand on your hip, deepening the kiss. He swore fireworks were going off in his brain while kissing you, he’d never felt a connection like that with anyone else before. Far too soon for his liking, you pulled away, leaving his lips chasing yours.

“Too bad we’re in public,” you said.

He looked wildly around the diner for the waitress and waved her over. “Can we get the check now?”

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖲𝖥𝖶 - 𝖥𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 - 𝖣𝖺𝖽 𝖠𝖴 - 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 - 𝟣𝖪+

You giggle as soft lips press against your cheek over and over again. “Joonie, stop it or you’ll be late to the show.”

Strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you close, “I can spare a few minutes.”

You laugh and push at your husband’s chest, “Go enjoy your time at the festival. You deserve to have a nice day out.”

Namjoon’s fingers dig into the flesh of your skin gently and he rests his forehead against your own. “What are you going to do all alone? When is my mom dropping Leilani off?”

“Leilani,” you smile at your two year old daughter’s name. “she should be home later tonight. Now go, I would like to binge watch The Good Doctor without you.”

Namjoon sucks his teeth and pushes you away lightly. “I see how it is. Clearly, I’m unwanted here.”

The pout on Namjoon’s lips is adorable, you shake your head at how much he looks like your daughter right now. Rolling your eyes, you grab Namjoon’s cheeks and pull him down to your level. “I love you.” You press a sweet kiss to his pouty lips and Namjoon grins into the kiss.

You’re driving with your windows partly down; the air is fresh, and the sun is shining as you listen to Keyshia Cole’s Just Like You album. You sing along softly and glance in the review mirror at the little girl sound asleep in her car seat. You smile to yourself, happy that Namjoon didn’t see through you little lie. His parents wanted to spend time with Leilani, and they had her for the last two days, which was a nice break for the both of you. Namjoon’s mother called you last night while Namjoon was out picking up dinner and she told you that Leilani was missing Namjoon. So, you decided that you would pick Leilani up early today. You were happy that you convinced Namjoon to carpool with his friends to the festival, now he could come home with you and Leilani once the show was over.

Making sure there was enough room to switch lanes, you flick on your turn signal and cross over before you head right into the parking lot of the Incheon Pentaport Rock Festival of 2022. Finding a parking spot isn’t too hard, the place isn’t as packed as you thought it would be. Pulling the windows up, you make sure they are cracked a little before you turn the car off and shoot Namjoon’s friend a quick text to let him know that you arrived. He drops his location, and you tell him that you will be right there once Leilani wakes up from her nap. Getting out the car, you open the back door and wake Leilani up, pushing her brown curls out her face.

“Come on baby. We’re here, we have to go find Daddy.” The moment Namjoon’s name leaves your mouth, Leilani is struggling to get out of her car seat, and you laugh. “Okay, okay. Hold on, let me help.” Helping Leilani out of the car, you hold her hand and quickly sling her diaper bag onto your back before you slam the door shut and lock up. “Where’s Daddy, Lani?” You fight back a laugh as Leilani looks all over, turning every way to try and spot Namjoon. Scooping her up into your arms, you walk through the parking lot and get right into line to have your tickets scanned. Pulling them out of your wallet, you hand them to Leilani and let her hold them until it’s time to get them scanned.

The older man scanning the tickets smiles at Leilani and chuckles when she holds them up proudly to him. Once inside the festival grounds, you set Leilani down and fix her green dress and white socks, making sure that she doesn’t need a fresh diaper as well. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you check the location that was sent to you and look down at Leilani, “Thirsty?” She shakes her head and tugs at your hand, clearly ready to find her daddy. “Okay, let’s go!” You keep a nice grip on Leilani’s hand as you move through groups of people towards the stage that Namjoon is waiting to see.

The two of you are a good distance away and you spot the back of Namjoon’s head. You know that crazy mop of black hair anywhere, plus with those shoulders…yeah, he’s hard to miss. “Do you see Daddy?” You let go of Leilani’s hand and let her go a head of you as she looks for Namjoon.

“Appa?” Leilani calls out for Namjoon, and you smile as people turn around to see who the little girl is looking for. “Appa?” Leilani crosses her arms over her chest and stomps her foot since Namjoon hasn’t answered her call and you laugh.

“Lani, look over there…” you point towards Namjoon’s direction and Leilani follows your line of sight. “Do you see – “

“Appa!” Leilani screams and her little feet take off running.

You watch in amusement as Namjoon continues to keep his back towards Leilani, completely unaware of the little bundle of energy that is about to crash into him. Namjoon raises his arms and pushes his hair out of his face, tucking the long strands behind his ears.

“Appa!”

A voice catches his ears, and he looks around seeing no little kids. Jeez, he’s really missing his little girl.

“Appa!”

Hearing the voice again, Namjoon turns at the waist to look behind him and his eyes widen when he sees Leilani running at him full force on her wobbly legs.

“Appa! Found you!”

Namjoon quickly spins around on his butt and holds his arms out wide, and he falls back onto the ground with a “Gotcha!” when Leilani crashes into his arms. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her face a million times making the little girl giggle and shriek loudly.

“Appa missed you!” Namjoon sits up with Leilani wrapped around his waist and neck. He looks around and smiles when he spots you walking over. “What are you two doing here?”

“I m-misted you!”

Namjoon grins at Leilani’s words and he kisses the top of her head, “Appa missed you too baby girl.”

#soc namjoon #kim namjoon #bts fluff #namjoon fluff #daddy!namjoon #kpop ambw #gotcha #namjoon x black oc #exqueuese me

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 11 months

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oh I'd love to do a sfw emoji request for eddie!

🪻🏕🫂😚🦝

(feel free to ignore any emoji you want! I just figured a nature them might be fun)

omg this is such a cute little mix of emojis!!

After a few weeks of planning, Eddie wanted to take you on a very special date

You knew he wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of camping, but every once in a while he would load up a few blankets and pillows and snacks into his van and drive off to a beautiful hill and spend the night there

And it was finally your turn to go up with him

He had grabbed your favorite snacks, his stereo, blankets, pillows, and had a wonderful night planned with you

He picked you up and told you that he was taking you camping, he told you he had the most beautiful spot picked out, but he wanted it to be a surprise

But you trusted him

He always had the best spots for date nights

As he pulled up the side of a hill, he told you to close your eyes until you were at the very top

You rolled your eyes and reluctantly agreed, trying to figure out exactly where you were by the feeling of all the turns and bumps you felt as Eddie drove

As soon as you reached the top he gave you the ok to finally open your eyes and you couldn’t believe what you were seeing

As the sun was going down you could see all of Hawkins beneath you

The cars moving on the streets, children still playing outside before the streetlights came on, the lights of all the different stores and shops still illuminating the scene below

It was beautiful

It was breathtaking

It was exactly the type of place Eddie would take you

Eddie let you admire the view for a few moments as he got everything set up in the back of the van, fixing up the pillows and blankets into a little makeshift bed

He didn’t want you to sleep against the cold hard floor all night

As soon as he finished setting everything up he called you to the back and you were surprised you didn’t see any hint of the little set up he made for you both from the passenger seat

A few sting lights hung up, the back doors open so you both could see the beautiful view, his stereo and a little collection of tapes next to it, and right in the center was all of your favorite snacks and drinks to share while you enjoyed each other’s company

As you ate your snacks and talked the night away, you barely noticed the sun set behind you both

It was a nice quiet night, a few rustling leaves from the wind and chirps of crickets were the only sounds you could hear

With the cold air starting to give you both chills, you agreed it was probably time to get things ready for the night

You packed up your snacks and shut the back doors of the van, changing into your jammie’s and getting the bed all ready to snuggle in

(And of course Eddie took fhis opportunity to sneak a few kisses onto your tummy while your shirt was over your head)

You were laid all snuggled up in the van, the string lights still gently illuminating the inside as you talked and listened to another one of Eddies cassettes when you started to hear a weird noise from outside

It sounded a lot like scratching

And you’ve seen too many movies to know that scratching on the outside of a van with two horny teens inside all alone was never a good thing

You gripped onto Eddie’s arm and insisted that you had to leave but all he could do was smile

He said that there was no reason to be scared, he knew exactly where the scratches were coming from

He told you to take a peek out the back window of the van and then you saw where the scratches were coming from

A few little raccoons were gently scratching at the back door, two big ones and it looked like three littles were a few feet back

Your eyes were wide and your smile was big and though you were a little frightened of the animals they were so cute up close

Eddie told you that he’s come up to this spot a few times before and he wanted to show you the little raccoon family he feeds when he comes up

He asked you to be careful as he grabbed one of your opened bags of chips and got himself ready to open the back door of the van

Eddie gently opened the back door, careful not to startle the little raccoons as he carefully reached the open bag of chips out to them

One of them reached their little hands out and grabbed the bag from him while the other lifted his nose to sniff at Eddie’s hand

You watched Eddie’s lips curl into a sweet smile as he felt their cold nose graze over the back of his hand and they slowly skittered away with the bag of chips

The curious little raccoons stayed behind a moment and Eddie gave them a little wave, the cutest smile plastered across his face as they ran off with the others

He carefully shut the back doors and closed the curtains once more

As he snuggled back into your little makeshift bed with you, he said he had been coming up to that very spot every summer for the last few years, and he remembered when he first saw the raccoons

First just one, and Eddie left out a little snack for him each weekend when he came up

Then there was two of them

And he remembered when they showed up wirh a little baby raccoon

And then another

And another

He loved getting to see them in the summer and he always had little snacks and treats for them

For someone who wasn’t much of an animal person, Eddie loved those little raccoons

And it was adorable to see how excited he got when he told you all about them

You snuggled back into bed and Eddie unplugged the string lights, holding you closely

You couldn’t wait for him to bring you up again to see his little raccoon friends

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson headcanons

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princessmisery666 · 2 years

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Samnesia - Chapter 2 - The Cheek

Series Summary: Brooke is a calming distraction from the chaotic mess of Sam’s life. When a hunt keeps them separated for over a month, Sam returns to find she no longer remembers him. The need to find out what happened while he was gone sends Sam on a case that will change the course of his life. What he discovers along the way will change the way he looks at love.

Chapter Info

Summary:

Now: Brooke decides to trust Sam.

Then: Brooke gets stood up, but Sam is there to save her night.

W/C: 5k

Warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, language, stood up.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Original Female Character (Brooke), OCs.

Extra special shoutout to: @slytherkins - this would not have been possible without her input, she deserves co-write credits.

Beta: @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: @talesmaniac89

Previous Chapter

Then

Sam lost himself in vivid daydreams about Brooke more than once during the following week. Was she working? Or was she bikini-clad on a white sandy beach, sipping a fruity cocktail with one of those ridiculous little umbrellas? He fought it as long as he could, but curiosity won. By day four, he had searched for her on social media. He had seen a letter in her kitchen with her last name, and it hadn’t taken him long to find her public Instagram account.

She had uploaded three photos since Sam had met her. The first was of her on a plane, headphones around her neck, with the caption: “ready to take off for a week of hard work and maybe some play😜.” The second photo was of her with her head leaning in close to an attractive blonde woman who was tagged @emily3509 and had the caption: “can’t stay mad at this one for long! #SheDitchesMeAlot #FriendsSinceChildhood.” That had given Sam a chuckle. Clearly, Emily was the reason he had met Brooke. He’d made a mental note to thank her if the chance ever presented itself.

The latest photo had been uploaded the night before. Ten freshly tanned people sat around a large table filled with colorful, amazing-looking food, their drinks held high. Brooke sat closest to the camera, sporting a huge, proud grin on her sun-kissed face. The caption read: “Love my team. Hard work pays off. #FeelingGrateful.”

By the time Saturday rolled around, he had given up trying to convince himself that he wasn’t eager to see her in person again. Before he left the bunker, Sam checked Brooke’s Instagram for an update. There had been no new photos. He spent the better half of the drive to her house wondering what she might be doing just then.

This is stupid, Sam. What are you doing? She won’t be there. It’s Saturday night. She’ll be out with her friends, getting hit on by another douchebag. Or maybe a nice guy for a change.

He wasn’t sure which possibility bothered him more. Despite his internal monologue, he drove toward Brooke’s house. Maybe she was home. She had been due back from her trip late the previous night, so maybe she was relaxing on her couch, enjoying the comforts of home after being away.

Sam thought if he showed up unannounced and empty-handed, that would be rude, so he had brought the entire series of Game Of Thrones. She had mentioned she hadn’t seen it but always meant to get around to watching it. He planned to offer to buy a pizza if she hadn’t already eaten dinner, and they could get started on the box set.

Her car was in the driveway when he arrived, and there was a soft glow coming from the living room window when he parked at the curb, but Sam’s third knock on the front door went unanswered. He listened intently and couldn’t hear the hum of a television or people talking.

See, dude, she’s out! She has a social life, friends. A normal life.

He scolded himself for not asking for her number the previous week. He could have called her or dropped her a text. As he strolled back down the path toward his car, he loaded Instagram on his phone.

An approaching car pulled his attention from the loading application, and Sam looked up to see an Uber stop a few feet behind his car. Time seemed to slow as a silvery stiletto emerged from it, flashing under the glare of the street light as it hit the pavement. Sam practically held his breath as he ran his eyes the length of the leg that wore it, which seemed like it would never end...until it did, in black satin shorts. The pizza box Brooke juggled as she climbed from the backseat looked out of place against the metallic camisole and smart dinner jacket she wore. By the time she glanced up to see him on her sidewalk, her pale brown eyes rimmed in a warm, smokey eyeshadow, Sam could barely form the words to greet her.

“Hey, Sam,” she said, tucking a meticulous auburn curl behind her ear. She sounded shocked but happy to see him too.

“Hey,” he cleared his throat, dragging his eyes from her figure to her face. “Hi, I knocked, but...” He pointed toward the house and chuckled nervously. He didn’t need to tell her he had knocked and she wasn’t there. She knew that. “You look amazing,” he grinned instead, focusing on her eyes to prevent his from traveling downward again.

She chuckled, shyly averting her gaze from his awestruck one. “Not amazing enough to not get stood up, apparently.”

“Seriously?”

She nodded. “Seriously! I waited thirty minutes. No phone call or text, so I left. Figured I’d eat this entire pizza and watch some Netflix. Care to join me?”

“Depends,” Sam smirked playfully. He gestured toward the pizza box. “Pineapple or no pineapple?”

Brooke narrowed her eyes. “Will my answer affect our friendship?”

Sam nodded, feigning seriousness. “Irreversibly.”

“Okay, well, the answer is yes, there is pineapple on it,” she told him, walking past Sam and toward her front door. She paused halfway there and turned back to him to ask, “Can we still be friends?”

Sam grinned, stepping up to take the box from her so she could find her keys in her clutch. “I think we can definitely be friends.”

Sam sat across from Brooke at her kitchen table, eating the fruit-topped pizza and drinking a cold beer. It was an expensive brand that Sam wasn’t quite used to, and it was a tad on the sweet side, but it tasted good and paired well with the sweetness on the pizza, though he suspected that the pleasant company would have made even the shittiest beer taste great. He sipped it, grinning while Brooke recounted a few tales from her trip. She insisted with a smile that there was indeed work accomplished as well as play, though all her stories seemed to focus on the latter.

She had Sam rolling with her animated recap of her forty-minute misadventure of being unable to get into her room one drunken night. Eventually, after complaining to the front desk that her key would not work - because obviously, it was the equipment’s fault and not the inebriated lady trying to use it - she was told she had been trying to enter the wrong room on the wrong floor. They had received complaints about it.

Sam was still wiping tears of laughter from his eyes when her phone rang from across the room. Although the call had interrupted them, he didn’t mind. It meant she had to stand up to retrieve it, and it gave him the opportunity to check her out again. He couldn’t prevent his gaze from lingering on her long, tanned legs as she leaned against the countertop and dug the offending device from her purse.

Brooke scoffed at the screen before turning it to show Sam the caller ID. The name Deacon flashed back at him as it continued to ring.

“Let me guess, Mr. Stood You Up?”

“Yep,” she said, popping the P at the end of the word. She declined the call. “He’s only an hour and a half late.”

Her phone immediately sprang to life again. Sam smiled reluctantly. “You can answer if you want to. Maybe he has a good reason for not showing up.”

She shook her head. “I don’t have the patience for games or excuses. I don’t owe him anything. Except maybe a thank you,” she said, declining the second call and rejoining Sam at the table.

“A thank you?”

“Well, if he hadn’t stood me up, I would have missed you. Or if he hadn’t asked for the date in the first place, you’d have shown up here, and I’d have been in my favorite fluffy pajamas with pizza grease on my chin,” she chuckled.

“I mean, you do look amazing, but what you just described...damn, now that’s a look!”

They laughed together, and Brooke took a swig of her drink. The white gold jewelry on her right middle finger shifted, and he saw the fresh tan line beneath it. He finished the rest of his beer, wondering what other tan lines she had.

Changing gave Brooke a moment to compose herself. Seeing Sam standing on the sidewalk when she got home had filled her with giddy butterflies, especially considering that her week in Hawaii had been made all the more pleasant by daydreams about her tall, handsome knight in shining armor. Or rather, knight in a sleek black car.

While she'd enjoyed the pristine beaches, she hadn't been able to help herself imagining what Sam would look like in nothing but a pair of board shorts, his long hair slicked back by ocean water as he emerged from the waves beside her. Now, the star of those daydreams was downstairs waiting for her, and Brook couldn't keep the goofy grin from her face. She hadn't expected to ever see him again. She thought the memory of being rescued by the attractive giant would resurface in years to come and bring a smile to her face, nothing more.

But not only had he materialized to help her eat her consolation pizza, he'd also brought a box set of a seventy-three-episode-long show. So, Brooke had to assume he wanted to spend significantly more time with her. It wasn't as if they could watch it all in one sitting. There would have to be more nights filled with comfort food, pleasant company, and who knew what else...

Calm down, Brooke. You're getting ahead of yourself, she chided as she slipped into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. She checked herself in the mirror to be sure her makeup hadn't smudged, but she decided against taking it off. The only thing left to do was to wipe the persistent grin from her face and try not to bound down the stairs like an excited kid on Christmas.

Sam had taken up residence on the end of the couch. Two open beers sat on coasters on the coffee table beside a bowl overflowing with sweet-smelling popcorn. “You ready to go down this rabbit hole?” Sam asked with a chuckle while Brooke settled in beside him.

“I most certainly am.”

Three episodes in, and Sam’s phone chimed for the seventh time. He’d replied to every message (“we need toilet paper”, “grab some milk”), all trivial stuff that could have waited… until Dean thought he’d found a case. Sam wasn’t ready to tell Dean about Brooke, so he avoided answering the question as to his whereabouts.

But then Dean called, and Sam excused himself to the back porch to talk privately. Dean asked him where he was, but Sam barely heard the question, too busy admiring Brooke through the window. She had offered to pause the show when he stood to take the call, but he had declined. He had seen it and didn’t want to disrupt her enjoyment. Sam gazed at Brooke through the backdoor. The captivated look on her face made him break into a happy grin. She was too cute. Her legs were tucked underneath her, and she chewed her bottom lip, leaning forward to get closer to the medieval fantasy drama unfolding on the screen.

He was distracted long enough for Dean to have to repeat his question and then couldn’t formulate a lie quickly enough. He stumbled and stuttered over an answer before letting out a defeated sigh and settling on, “I’m on my way back. I just went for a drive.”

Dean’s gruff voice pulled him from his admiration, “Grab some milk and toilet paper.”

Sam bit back a curse. He had wanted a night, just one night, to relax. He’d wanted to escape for a while, and if that escape meant he could spend time with a kind, friendly, beautiful woman, he wasn’t going to complain. But now that had been interrupted.

He raked a hand down his face. “Yeah, okay.”

Sam took a deep breath and could feel regret seep into his apologetic smile as he walked back into the house. Brooke pulled her attention from the show and paused it upon seeing his downcast expression.

“Everything okay?” Her tone suggested she knew the answer.

“I’m really sorry, but I have to go. Work.” He shook his phone by a way of explanation.

Sam saw the disappointment flash across her face before she fixed it with an understanding smile, but still, he felt bad. He was cutting their night short, a night that had held so many possibilites.

She forced a smile to her lips and rose to her feet. “No need to be sorry. I get it.”

“Promise you aren’t mad that I’m leaving?” Sam asked as he crossed the threshold of the front door, turning to face her once more. “I’d hate to be added to the Douche Bag List with Mr. Stood You Up.”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed, but you’re definitely higher on the scoreboard than him. Believe me, I understand work responsibilities.”

He chuckled gruffly. He guessed she did, being a boss herself. He took a step closer and dipped to kiss her lightly on the cheek.

“Goodnight, Sam,” she grinned up at him as he pulled back.

“Goodnight, Brooke.”

He groaned inwardly as he walked down her path. He heard the click of the door as she closed it, then when he heard the locks being engaged, he allowed himself to shake his head.

The cheek, Sam? The cheek? Really? You kissed her cheek! What is she, your sister?

He was a mile from her house when he realized he had forgotten to ask for her number. Again. “Shit!”

Smooth, Sam. Real smooth.

Now

Brooke’s tense, tired muscles relaxed significantly under the relentless flow of the water in the bunker’s shower. Dean had bragged about the water pressure (Best you’ll ever get. I promise you’ll want to stay just for the shower), and he wasn’t wrong.

However, the amazing water pressure wasn’t enough to quiet the apprehension of being naked and vulnerable in the bathroom. The gun was still in her possession. It sat atop her folded clothes on the bench directly in front of the stall she was in. She glanced at it occasionally, afraid it would disappear if she looked away long enough. She could hear the small voice in the back of her mind grow louder that it may well be an unnecessary precaution.

She didn’t rush, using the time alone to think things over. It wasn’t until her fingers pruned and the heat dropped a few degrees that she realized how long she had been there and pulled herself away from the massaging spray of water.

Sam’s tour of the bunker, eating pineapple pizza, and drinking a few beers with the guys had eased some of her anxiety, and she didn’t feel she was in any immediate danger, but some doubt remained. Had she given in to Sam’s gentle nature too soon? Perhaps a mixture of intrigue over the handsome stranger and the desire to hear more stories of how they supposedly knew one another kept her from running for the exit. Maybe it was all part of Sam’s bigger plan: playing the role of a nice guy to give her a false sense of security. Was he biding his time until he showed his true colors and hurt her? Or worse, killed her.

Answerless questions and scenarios raced through her mind, and she practically ran from the shower room to the bedroom Sam had said would be hers for the duration of her stay. Like it was some kind of vacation. She slammed the door closed behind her, engaged the lock, and leaned against it, her haste and adrenaline making her heart pound

If he wanted to hurt you, he could have. They both could have easily overpowered you, drugged your food or drinks. Rationalizing her predicament helped to calm her.

Changes in the room began to register over her panicked thoughts. Her phone was charging on the dresser. A black t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts was laid out on the bed, and the small, hand drawn map of the bunker placed on top of the clothes bought a small chuckle. During the tour, she had commented she had a terrible sense of direction and was sure to get lost navigating the labyrinth that was the bunker.

See? Why would he give you a form of communication and a map with the exits on it if he was planning to hurt you?

The map was a thoughtful gesture, not the action of a psychotic killer planning to murder her in her sleep. Checking the other side of the map, Sam’s elegant handwriting requested: ‘Make yourself at home. I programmed my number into your phone. Call me if you can’t find me.’ Her smile grew before she could stop it. Her gut told there was no danger here, but she was still going to be cautious.

Brooke sat on the bed, towel drying her hair, and stared across the room at her phone. It seemed to mock her for her indecision. Was she to believe Tommy, the funny, sweet (albeit intense) guy she recently met, or the tall, handsome man who abducted her from her home, spouting fairytales of meetings in the back seats of classic cars?

She groaned aloud.

Brooke twisted the ring on her middle finger anxiously. It had been a gift from her brother, Brett, and she often fiddled with it when she felt in need of some brotherly support. He had always been cool in a crisis, and she knew she could rely on him to make sense of the screwed up situation she’d found herself in. But she also knew his protective brother mode would be activated the second she explained, and then the cop in him would swing into action.

Was she ready to be rescued? Did she need to be rescued? No. Not right now at least. She could figure this out on her own, and if she couldn’t, then she’d call Brett for help.

“Okay,” she sighed into the silent room. “Let’s think this through logically.”

Tommy was a new addition to her life, and she didn’t know much about him yet. She’d met him in a bar on a night out with Emily, and despite what Sam would apparently have her believe, he’d been a total gentleman. It had taken them a few months of crossed wires and conflicting schedules to arrange a follow up date, but even though he was more intense than she usually prefered, they’d been getting on fairly well. She couldn’t deny he sometimes made her uncomfortable, though. A few times, she’d gotten the feeling he was trying his utmost to bite his tongue or fight the urge to get angry. She’d thought about breaking it off with him, but something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on always stopped her from doing so before she made the call or sent the message.

Then there was Sam. He’d kidnapped her, though the way he told it, that was their second first meeting. It seemed implausible on the surface, but he had proof of their ‘life’ together. He had photos of them together, he knew about her family, he was familiar with items in her house and events that had happened to her and her friends. Even though it felt like the less rational option, she did believe him, or at least, she believed that he believed that they knew one another.

So there was only one thing left to do.

“Now or never, Brooke,” she said, forcing herself to her feet and across the room to her phone on the dresser. Brett was on the night shift. The fact that it was almost four AM meant he would answer her call if he wasn’t busy. She had a lie prepared, but her thumb hovered over his name on the screen. The thought of lying to her brother gave her pause.

Sam had allowed her her cellphone and encouraged her to call her brother and best friends. No, he wasn’t allowing her. That wasn’t the right term. She believed Sam when he told her she could leave whenever she wanted to, that he wouldn’t force her to stay.

“Fuck,” she sighed as she hit the call button and listened to the line ring twice.

“What’s up, Baby Bee?” Her brother’s friendly and familiar voice comforted her so much, it caused tears to pool in her eyes. She only just realized how overwhelmed she’d been. “How you doing?”

“Hey, Big Bee.” She cleared her throat and fixed on a smile that he could hear in her voice. “I’m good. I’m just calling to let you know I’ve taken off for a while. Didn’t want you to worry when I don’t show up for breakfast tomorrow.” She spoke quickly before she could run out of courage.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She thumbed the ring he gave her, guilt increasing with each rotation. “Just needed to take a minute, y’know? With all the Chris stuff, I just had to get away.”

It hadn’t been a complete lie, her ex-fiance resurfacing had stirred up some feelings she needed to work through. Though, that seemed to be the least of her problems right now. Did Sam know about Chris? If they had, in fact, been dating as Sam claimed, her history with Chris would have come up. She made a mental note to broach the subject when the opportunity arose.

“I get it, but you’ll be back for the wedding, right?”

The slight panic in his tone made her breath hitch. He sounded so worried, and for a moment, she considered telling him the truth. Brett wasn’t just family, he was a cop. He could have a trace on her phone in minutes, find her location and save her from her abductor.

But if she were honest with herself, as weird a vacation as it would be, the break would be good for her…if she didn’t end up murdered and on the ten o’clock news.

She shook her head to dislodge that thought. She’d grown up around law enforcement, it wasn’t like she couldn’t take care of herself. If she’d been truly fearful, she’d have tried to leave already.

“Bee?” Brett asked after her prolonged silence.

“Sorry. Spaced out for a second,” she chuckled, puffing out a nervous breath. “I’m not going to miss my big brother’s wedding, now am I? I’ll be back in a week or so. Plenty of time.”

“Okay, well, call me if you need anything.”

“Love you, Big Bee.”

“Love you too, Baby Bee.”

Brooke heaved a sigh of relief. The biggest hurdle had been cleared, all that was left was to follow through with the rest of her loved ones.

She typed a message to her closest friends in their chat group, explaining her abrupt disappearance using the same lie she had fed to Brett. Then she watched the cursor blink back at her in the text box under Tommy’s name. What did she say to him? She was supposed to be going on her fifth date with Tommy tomorrow, she needed to tell him something.

The cursor flashed expectantly. “Screw it,” she decided aloud.

Brooke to Tommy: I’m taking a last minute vacation. Need some time alone. I’ll call you when I’m back. X

Sent changed to delivered a few seconds after. Satisfied he’d receive her cancellation, she shut off her phone.

Brooke lay in bed, utterly exhausted. She thought she’d sleep; it had been a long, stressful day, even before Sam brought her here. The shower had eased some of her tension, but the unfamiliar room, the mattress and pillows that didn’t belong to her, and the odd noises that made it sound like someone or something was in the walls (though she knew it was the pipes sending water around the large, old building) left her unable to close her eyes. Sleep, she realized, was an impossibility, so after an hour and a half of trying to force her eyes to stay closed, she gave up.

The meticulously drawn map helped her find her way to the kitchen. She sought a slumber that could only be achieved by a drink that burned when it hit her throat and warmed her from the inside.

Brooke searched the cabinets high and low, shuffling the contents in search of hard liquor, but huffed a defeated sigh, dropping from her tiptoes after a fruitless search of the last cupboard. When she turned, chewing her lip and wondering where it might be hidden, she discovered Sam leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest, wearing an amused smirk.

“Hey,” she smiled shyly at having been caught rummaging. “I was looking for vodka or whiskey.”

Sam pointed back over his shoulder. “We keep the good stuff in the library.”

She nodded, but words didn’t follow. She glimpsed her own bare feet when she averted her eyes and was reminded she was wearing only his t-shirt and boxers. They were both too big for her, and she almost wished she’d changed into her own clothes before leaving her room. She felt exposed, but curiously, not in a necessarily bad way.

“Were you enjoying the view?” she asked as a nervous reflex, but instead of easing her discomfort, it made her even more self-conscious, as Sam responded by grinning, and his eyes traveled down her body. When he wet his lips, Brooke knew that he probably hadn't even realized he’d done it until she blushed and looked away.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t-”

He cleared his throat, nervous and apologetic, and pulled his eyes from her figure.

“It’s okay,” she assured him with a half smile, surprised to realize that, despite the situation, it actually was okay. He didn’t appear placated though, and if everything he had said was true, this must have been hard for him. Considering the things he had told her and the photos he kept of them...to be intimate with someone and them not remember must have been so difficult.

The thought of being intimate with him warmed her cheeks, and she coughed out a small, self-conscious laugh.

“I guess it’s nothing you haven’t seen before. We did…” she pointed back and forth between them, “...y’know. At least, I assume we must have, ‘cause if we didn’t, then I’m a damn fool,” she concluded, now taking her turn to ogle him.

God, she really must have been sleep deprived. But there was something about Sam, the way he carried himself, that made her trust him despite the abduction. He exuded kindness, and it left her at ease and put a foreign yet familiar feeling in her gut.

Sam laughed, unfolded his arms as he walked down the few steps into the room, and closed the distance between them. A slight blush highlighted his cheeks, too. “Yeah, we did.”

Brooke was thankful he seemed to find their whole exchange just as awkward as she did. She knew she wasn’t thinking clearly but didn’t feel much like playing it safe.

“Was I slut and give it up on the first night?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she groaned at herself. She’d never slept with someone she’d just met. Why would Sam have been an exception?

Sam shook his head, smirking at her embarrassment. “No. Although I wish I had made a move on you the first night. Our timing always seemed to be off. Until it wasn’t. In the beginning, we got interrupted...a lot.” His pretty green eyes widened in emphasis. “It took me, like, over a week to remember to ask for your number.”

She giggled at his exasperated expression. “Well, lead the way to the good stuff, and let’s continue the saga.”

Then

Brooke jogged around the corner at the end of her street. Her over indulgence in Hawaii had caught up with her, and she felt sluggish. Her pace was definitely slower than usual, but it didn’t bother her. Running had never been something she did to keep in shape. She enjoyed the finer things in life, rich foods and expensive wines, and the exercise kept her from feeling guilty, but Brooke also had a fast paced job and an active social life. The road at her feet never called her in early or kept her out late. It was there for her when she needed it, gave her a chance to clear her mind and find herself back on level ground. A slower pace was fine by her. It gave her more time to be present with her mind, body, and the road.

The day’s mental clearing was being hampered by thoughts of Sam, though. He’d left so abruptly Saturday night, she hadn’t been sure what to make of the whole thing. She more than understood work commitments, but she felt there was something more than Sam had revealed. He’d shown up unannounced, flirted with her, but then kissed her cheek. He hadn’t asked for her phone number, which would have meant he could call her anytime he wanted to. Maybe he had needed another escape, and that was all it was. He wasn’t interested in anything other than having somewhere to hide out for a while. Perhaps Brooke had read into it more than she should have.

The last hundred yards to her door snuck up on her, and she made the most of them with a mad dash but skidded to a stop part way up her path, shocked to see Sam on her porch wearing a dazzling smile.

“Hey,” Brooke grinned, her stomach fluttering. Maybe she wasn’t reading too much into it after all.

“Hey,” he parroted, walking down the three steps to meet her. “I felt bad about running out on you the other night. I wanted to take you to breakfast.”

As swoon-worthy as the offer was, she’d have to disappoint them both.

“I would have loved that, but I don’t have time. I need to shower and get to work.”

“Oh, okay.” Sam was crestfallen but nodded.

“But how about this? I’ll shower, and you can make me breakfast?”

His smile stretched wide across his face, dimples making him look five years younger. “Deal.”

“This is becoming a thing, you turning up out of the blue.”

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone, “it would be so much easier if I had your number.”

Brooke threw her head back, laughing with him. “Is that your way of finally asking for my number?”

“You picked up on that? I thought I was being very subtle,” he joked, handing her his phone.

She happily took it and added in her info. “You want to check it? Make sure I didn’t give you a fake?” she said, waggling her eyebrows.

Sam laughed, “Even if you did, it’s fine, I know where you live.”

Chapter 3 - Girls' Night

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Against All Odds

Part 295

McCoy

McCoy stretched out on his back and looked at the sky through the tree above them. Scotty had found a blanket and they were lying in the shade in the back garden. They couldn’t stay cooped in the house any longer, and the backyard would provide some privacy.

“What’s it like?” McCoy asked. “Your family’s beach house?”

Scotty was running his hand idly through McCoy’s hair, and let out a small laugh.

“Don’t be getting the wrong idea love. It really is a wee place. Mum and Dad inherited it years ago from her parents. It’s a short drive out of the city, but still close. We’d spend summers there when we were small, and Mum and Dad could still be close enough for work.”

McCoy moved his eyes from watching clouds to look at his boyfriend’s face. Scotty’s gaze was distant as he stopped speaking. McCoy lifted a hand to the side of Scotty’s face.

“You have his smile,” he said softly.

Scotty looked down and his eyes refocused in the present.

“It’s really not much bigger than the cabin at the lake. Pair of bedrooms and a living room and kitchen together. But plenty of space outside and the beach right down from the front door.”

“It sounds great. I can’t wait to see it. Can we swim?”

Scotty chuckled. “Ye can wade in and see what ye think. I won’t be. I have some sense of self preservation.”

“Hey!” McCoy protested with a laugh. Scotty gave a light tug to his hair. “We gonna go for the day or the weekend?” he asked when they had settled down again.

“Not sure,” Scotty said. “It’d be a tight squeeze with all of us.”

McCoy pulled on Scotty until he was lying down next to him. He wrapped an arm over him holding Scotty close.

“I don’t mind a tight squeeze if it’s with you,” McCoy grinned.

Scotty rolled his eyes, but kissed the prince anyway.

The drive to the beach house wasn’t long when the weekend came, but everyone was glad to be out of the crowded car when they arrived. A neat, clean little yellow house stood in front of them. White shutters covered the windows, and a wildly growing garden lined either side of the front door.

“Jim! Ye cannae just jump in the North Sea!” Robbie shouted as Jim took off towards the water, shirt landing behind him on the sand.

“Oh let him,” Scotty said, waving a dismissive hand. “He’ll learn.”

“Monty!” Francine admonished.

“It’s true Francine,” McCoy said. “Jim won’t listen.”

“He is quite foolhardy,” Spock added.

“Come on lads,” said Granddad, opening the trunk of the car.

Each of the boys grabbed something out and followed as Francine unlocked the front door. They had set everything on the dining table when Jim burst into the room shivering.

“Told ye so,” Robbie said smugly.

“Here k’diwa,” Spock said and walked a towel to Jim.

“Go sit in the sun,” said Granddad. “There’s some chairs in the wee shed.”

“Come on,” Scotty grabbed McCoy’s hand. He led him around to the back of the house.

Granddad wasn’t wrong when he said the shed was small. It was barely bigger than a closet. Some folding chairs and a small folding table were inside. The two boys grabbed what they could carry and took it back around front.

McCoy turned his face up. It was cooler with the breeze off the ocean than it was at the Scott’s home, but still warm. Seagulls flew above them screeching noisily. McCoy kicked his shoes off when the chairs and table were set up and curled his toes in the sand.

“Is the water really that cold?” he asked.

“Do ye ever see Jim give in?” Scotty asked.

“Point taken,” McCoy laughed. “But Jim doesn’t have you to keep him warm,” McCoy said for only Scotty to hear. He smiled as the color rose on his boyfriend’s face.

“There!” Francine said, coming out the door. “Everything squared away for ye lads.”

The plan was for the boys to stay the night, while Francine and Granddad headed back to the city and returned in the morning. It had taken much convincing over the previous days to get Francine and Granddad to agree. Francine worried that something would happen to McCoy while under her care and Granddad worried reporters may find them.

In the end the boys had convinced the adults, with Spock promising that if he even thought they were being followed out of the city, he would say something and no one would stay the night.

“A walk?” McCoy asked, taking Scotty’s hand.

“Alright.”

“There’s a few houses to the left,” Francine said, “but none on the right for about a mile or so.”

“Right it is,” McCoy smiled at her. He slipped his shoes back on, and gave Scotty’s hand a tug as he began to walk.

Part 296

Scotty

They strolled hand in hand along the beach while Scotty explained this and that to Leonard. He told him approximately when the tides would change the sea, told him about the lunar cycle. They were lucky that the sea level was quite high at the moment and they didn't have to look too far to spot the water and waves.

Seagulls were circling over the North Sea, screeching and trying to catch prey.

"I used to play in the mudflats a lot when I was a kid. Robbie and I would throw mud at each other and then mum would always have to force us to go under the shower. We were pretty stubborn back then."

Leonard laughed out.

"Poor Francine. I can imagine how exhausting that must have been for her."

Scotty smiled as he thought back to those days. It had always been nice.

"Aye... But she always enjoyed her time here, too."

By now, the family used the house less often, but whenever they were there, Scotty could see how sentimental it made his mother.

She thought of her husband.

And Scotty also connected a lot with his father when he visited the sea.

He had always carried his sons on his shoulders, romped around with them and built sand castles with them.

Scotty quickly blinked away the tears that threatened to come at these memories.

"It's really nice," Leonard said beside him, and Scotty gave him a quick kiss before he abruptly ran off.

"Catch me!"

A glance over his shoulder showed him that Leonard was also on the move.

They ran along the beach before Scotty changed direction slightly and hurried toward the dunes.

It was uphill for a bit and Scott had misjudged his pace because a hand grabbed his arm and together Leonard and he fell to the ground.

They laughed up and Leonard leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Gotcha!"

Scotty grinned and raised his hands.

"Okay, ye win. What reward do ye want?"

Leonard thought about the question for a moment before grinning, too.

"A kiss."

No sooner said than done.

"And... another kiss."

Their lips touched again.

"One more."

Scotty rolled around and pressed Leonard to the ground, kissing him again and again.

When they returned to the house after a while, they found a table set.

Scones with jam, cakes and cookies were ready and also a pot of tea.

"This looks great Francine," Leonard said enthusiastically as the boys sat down.

"I hope ye enjoy it."

"I sure do!" Jim reached for one of the cookies and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Mmm, these are great!" he mumbled with his mouth full, and Francine laughed.

"I'll be glad to give ye the recipe, Jim."

They ate and drank and enjoyed the afternoon together and as it grew later, Francine and Granddad said their goodbyes.

"Let me know if anything comes up," Francine said, placing kisses on her sons' foreheads.

"Aye."

"And stay close to the house."

"Aye."

"And lock up when ye go to bed."

Granddad just laughed and grabbed Francine by the arm.

"The lads are old enough, Francine. They'll be fine."

With a wave, the group said goodbye to the adults and watched as the car drove away.

A whole evening just for them. What could be better?

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Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 47

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 47

They searched around the hotel with flashlights until the early hours of the morning before going back to bed. A-Yan still didn't give up but was dragged back by Yin Zhou. For safety, the little Daoist priest put talismans on the doors and windows. Lin Yan was afraid of Xiao Yu would be unable to bear the ghost-suppressing charm and insisted on not putting them up. He sat on the edge of the bed with his slippers and looked over them, unable to figure out why.

"From now on, don't go anywhere alone, even in your dreams." Xiao Yu said thoughtfully, "Remember what you said."

"What I said?"

Xiao Yu stared out the window at the outline of the rolling hills and said softly: "Don't stray too far from me, no matter what. Trust me."

The rotten face in the nightmare flashed across his mind. Lin Yan couldn't help shuddering. He glanced at Xiao Yu quickly and nodded.

The wind blew even harder, like blowing a sharp and loud whistle. Lin Yan lay on the bed and recalled the dream he had experienced from the beginning. A sudden detail made him grow cold. Did he really never leave the house? The fright made him move towards Xiao Yu's side. Xiao Yu took advantage of the situation and hugged his waist. He said lightly: "Go to sleep. We'll find out tomorrow when we take a trip along the road."

The night was silent, each with a heavy heart.

The next day was actually rare good weather. The sky was blue, the clouds were very white, and the poplar trees on the roadside were blown by the wind, making a rustling sound.

The small restaurant on the first floor of the hotel set up a breakfast stall and was already open for business. The girl moved quickly, scooping doughnuts out of the pot. Lin Yan asked her about the traffic conditions nearby. There was only one bus in town but it didn't go in the direction of the tomb. The mountain road was difficult to travel. After breakfast, they intercepted an ox cart on the side of the road and sat in the carriage to drive to the ancient tomb.

The dew in the morning hadn't dried yet. The empty mountains were still. The cuckoo's cry rang out. The morning fog was drifting in the sun, like a softly hanging mantle of milky white yarn. Persimmon and pine trees loomed in the mist, and the air was slightly cool.

"It's a nice place." Yin Zhou praised. "It wouldn't be a waste of time to have a few days of relaxation."

The driver, wearing a white cloth jacket, said loudly while driving the ox: "You children really are so playful. We're known for our good view here, but unfortunately, the place is a bit off."

"The road isn't very flat, sit tight." As soon as he finished speaking, the ox cart drove through a big pit. The three of them weren't mentally prepared and almost fell. Yin Zhou covered his ass, and the driver laughed heartily.

A-Yan had been staring into the distance in a daze. At this time, he also let out a rare smile. Lin Yan took out a bottle of mineral water and handed it to him, consoling him: "Don't worry. Now that your master has appeared, at least we can be sure that what he's doing is related to us. Sooner or later we'll run into each other again.

The little Daoist held his schoolbag tightly: "I-I'm afraid something has happened to Master. . ."

Lin Yan shook his head: "Don't listen to A-Zhou trying to scare us. Although we stayed on the second floor last night, the roof isn't high up. There are connected bungalows all around. It's easy to climb up."

"Let's worry about ourselves for now."

A-Yan heard the weariness in his words and didn't say anything.

The ox cart squeaked slowly and turned onto a gravel-paved dirt road. The road was narrow and bumpy. The branches on the date palm trees on both sides of the road were hanging very low. From time to time, they had to bend over to avoid them. The stone bridges and brick houses disappeared. There are green hills and heavy greenery everywhere. The mountains were surrounded by a natural echo field, and the birdsong was extraordinarily clear and melodious.

The driver put his straw hat on his head and hummed an unknown tune leisurely in a high-pitched and desolate voice.

The ancient tomb was much easier to find than expected. The cattle car rounded a lake and a half-completed parking lot came into view, filled with flatbed trucks carrying sand, gravel and bricks.

After walking for a while, the cart stopped at a square that had just been repaired. At the end, a triple-arched stone pagoda leads to the tomb road. The stone steps were made of green stone, and stone horse sculptures were placed on both sides at regular intervals. The stonemasons were clanking away at the stones. On the ground were piles of Chinese roses that had been cut, and the florist was arranging them in pots for the flower bed.

Surrounded by mountains, the stone steps were lined with ancient trees, crowding the middle of the tomb walkway, which is particularly dark and deep. It seemed as though there was no sunlight all year round.

"It's inconvenient to get back to town from here. How long will you children play around here? I'll wait for you at the entrance." The driver was very simple.

"No, no, I can't tell what time it'll be. We'll find another way when we go back." Lin Yan paid him while rubbing his ass, which had been through a terrible ordeal.

The driver was very repulsed by the development of the tourist area. He spat on the ground and cursed: "You must go back before dark. This place is inauspicious." He shook his head and said, "To make money without a clear conscience, this isn't a place to play around!"

They all got out of the car and stood in a row under the archway.

A-Yan touched the stone pillar and said to herself, "It's only been two months since it was built, and the moss is already so thick."

"It's quite imposing. . . Why does it feel so different from the tombs we've travelled to before?" Yin Zhou folded his arms and rubbed the goosebumps on his arms. "Do you guys think the temperature has dropped? It's especially cold and eerie around here."

"Remember the Ming Tombs*?" Lin Yan said softly. "Ming people were very particular about Feng Shui when building tombs, and they often spent years choosing auspicious soils. Taking the Ming Tombs as an example, Yongshou Mountain is surrounded by three sides: east, west, and north. The north side surrounds a small basin. The mausoleum area was built at the foot of the mountain, facing south, with a river in front of it and backed by green mountains, overlooking the south plain from a high place, with a wide view.”

*(T/N: 明十三陵 - mausoleum park of the Ming emperors in Changping district of Beijing)

"You see what's different about this one?"

Yin Zhou pulled out a long-sleeved shirt and put it on. He hissed and complained: "This isn't a wide view. It was suffocating to get through the mountain pass. It felt like I won't see the sun for 800 years and would freeze to death."

"Hey, this mountain is in the wrong direction, why is it in the south? And we passed a lake just now. . ."

Lin Yan said coldly: "It's all reversed. The mountains are in the south, the water is in the north, and the stagnant lake is half-moon-shaped, like a bow enclosing a mausoleum. It's hard for the people who chose the site to find a greater place of such evil."

Yin Zhou wondered: "That's true, but what's the point of making it like this?"

"The location of the house where people live and the placement of furniture is all about Feng Shui. For example, the kitchen is like a knife, and the southwest is the dominant male area. The kitchen is built in the southwest corner of the house, which is not good for the dominant male, making him prone to dark diseases. Another example is the southeast area for the eldest female position. If a man lives in the southeast, the trigram is called the Sky Wind interaction and means he will have an affair. This is the feng shui used by living people." Lin Yan frowned.

"The mausoleum where the dead live has even more feng shui precautions. The mausoleum is unlucky, and the deceased can't sleep peacefully or even be reincarnated."

The little Daoist priest nodded: "Yes, an official in the M-Ming Dynasty offended the emperor so the emperor paved his tomb with red nitrate and vermilion. The coffin was buried at noon, forming an artificial 'sea of hellfire'. The soul of the deceased suffered the pain of fire and exposure day after day. It is said that the descendants dug out his corpse, and the bones were charred and carbonized. It's extremely tragic.”

"The m-mausoleum is about the balance of yin and yang. The place where the official is buried is the Yang. and here is the most yin. The gathering resentment can be used to raise a corpse. The dead are frozen like needles, let alone reincarnation. The opening hour is inauspicious. It's going to be haunted by zombies." The young Daoist priest put his hand on the pergola and squinted towards the towering Zhongtiao Mountain: "The dead won't resist. This is a man-made hell, and the method is very ruthless."

"I wonder how he got through it." Lin Yan pursed his lower lip. "The resentment is still accumulating. No wonder the evil spirits are haunted."

The three walked up the stone steps along the sacred path, passing by the shirtless workers from time to time with white towels on their shoulders. The workers, who rarely saw outsiders, picked up their loads and gave them a curious glance.

Yin Zhou and the little Daoist priest walked in front, and Lin Yan followed behind. The place was a different place from the grassy, forlorn place he remembered. The roar of the cement machine resounded everywhere. In time, more people will come here, vacationing, travelling, children holding the hands of adults, jumping around the coffin, and the gatehouse will sell pamphlets with every artifact unearthed from the grave. What he loved and used during his life will be placed in a glass case for viewing, never to belong to him again.

He didn't know where Xiao Yu's home was. Probably for ghosts, the grave was the only home where they could sleep in peace.

"Sorry, it's like this." Lin Yan whispered to Xiao Yu.

The ghost didn't answer. He looked at him deeply, lifted the hem of his clothes, and walked forward with great strides.

The ancient pathway was a long way to a past life that he could not remember.

Lin Yan looked at Xiao Yu's back and recalled the internship a few months ago with a little warmth. The place where they first met and the story began, the mine lights were brightly lit, the empty crypt was alone, and the good gentleman in white was watching him quietly not far away, his eyes falling, following him to look at the moon again after five hundred years. The world had changed, and there was only one person he could rely on.

More than ever, he wanted to be by his side, say a nice greeting, say that he liked him. Lin Yan walked a few steps closer but the ghost was odd. His body exuded a strange cold aura. His eyes were also extraordinarily cold, and his hands seemed like they were wrapped in porcelain. His knuckle cracked when his fingers curled up, like a walking skeleton.

Lin Yan wanted to chase him, but when he passed A-Yan, the little Daoist held him and shook his head.

"This is his territory, let's be careful." A-Yan's voice was very low. "D-Don't forget that he's a ghost."

"It's all the same to me."

A-Yan hummed contemptuously: "The location of this tomb is strange. In case he seeks revenge for what happened in his life, for his untimely death, don't blame me for not having warned you."

The stone steps turned straight down after reaching a high point, leading to a square and dark entrance. At the door, a temporary row of bungalows was set up with triple plywood. The entrance was open and a middle-aged man with a black and yellow face flashed out, and he saw the three of them from a distance. Lin Yan came forward to exchange pleasantries, and the middle-aged man immediately showed a warm smile after hearing that he was a student of Professor Chen. Then he went back to the house to get a set of keys and took the three of them in stride towards the tomb passage.

Entering the entrance, the surroundings suddenly darkened, leaving only the dim yellow light of the mineral lamps on both sides.

The tomb passage was located on the central axis of the ancient tomb. The stone walls on both sides and the ceiling were made of green bricks, which were extremely strong. The ancient tomb was very deep. The further down the corridor, the colder and more biting the air felt. The stone corridor was poorly ventilated. There was a musty and pungent stench. A straight ladder was installed deep in the corridor, which can bypass the second half of the tomb passage and go directly down to the bottom of the mausoleum.

The person in charge led the three of them inside and explained the progress of the construction of the museum. Lin Yan didn't listen very carefully but felt that the surrounding echoes were very loud, and every word he said was buzzing.

The ladder led directly to the main hall, which was very different from the previous one. The rotten wooden figurines and broken jade materials had been cleaned up. The hall was brightly lit. A circle of glass display cabinets were built against the wall. Illuminated by small yellow and orange spotlights, parts of porcelain jade and other burial objects were placed into the display case. Seven or eight cultural relics maintenance personnel in the middle of the main hall were wearing white gloves and were carefully working on the ground.

The person in charge greeted each of them and took a bunch of keys off of his waist: "Here we are. I've opened this room now. What should we see first?"

Lin Yan glanced at the location of the main tomb, where a new security door was installed, and the door was tightly closed.

"Can't we see the burial chamber?"

The person in charge smiled kindly: "Not now. As you saw when you arrived, the location of the tomb is contrary to the burial scriptures. It's rare that the corpse and coffin have not been damaged by grave robbers after so many years. For fear of exposing the corpse to excessive air, the bones have been sealed up. Until experts arrive to further measure physique, gender, age and paleopathology, we don't have the right equipment." He pointed to the sensors piled up on the ground. "This tomb is extremely valuable for studying the status quo of ancient life. No wonder the professor asked you to come and study."

"After a while, you may take samples and bring them back to the laboratory for research. If you want to see them, wait a few more days."

Lin Yan was horrified as he imagined a scene where they took Xiao Yu's thigh bone away.

After walking around in the front hall, Lin Yan and Yin Zhou lowered their voices to discuss their options. He was a little anxious. With that ghost's temper, he was afraid that, if someone moved his coffin, they would be killed. However, the two discussed with the person in charge for a long time. The middle-aged man just spread his hands, indicating that it was the idea of the superiors, and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't have the key to the main tomb, and it was even more impossible for Lin Yan to get close to the corpse. On the other hand, the little Daoist priest had been checking the security door carefully, and while the person in charge was away, he quietly approached Lin Yan and said in a low voice, "I can open this door."

"B-Besides exorcism, Master has taught me other things." A-Yan raised the corner of his mouth proudly. "I never thought I'd have a use for it one day."

"You know how to pick locks?" Lin Yan said in amazement.

"D-Daoism is used in Fengshui tombs, and opening various doors is a craft handed down from the ancestors."

Lin Yan thought about it for a while, then dragged Yin Zhou and looked around the surrounding situation: "Comrade Technology Emperor, your chance has come. Can the electronic anti-theft alarm system here be disarmed?"

Yin Zhou narrowed his eyes and looked at the alarm with the small red light on the wall. He snapped his fingers: "No problem, just remove it. . ."

He spoke too loudly and had his foot stomped by Lin Yan. It hurt.

The person in charge turned his head, and the three stood side by side, smiling with infinite innocence.

Actually, Lin Yan squeezed through his teeth: "Where are the night clothes you brought?"

"Commonly used and often available. There's no harm in being prepared." Yin Zhou blinked hard.

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