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mads-weasley · 1 year

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Joel Miller x Wife!Reader

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A/N: I absolutely LOVE the Last of Us and had to write something for Joel! I do not own any of the rights to these characters except (y/n). Enjoy!

Summary: After a rough day, (y/n) shares a soft moment with her husband.

Warnings: mentions of road rage attack? total fluff central

September 25th, 2003: 24 Hours Before Outbreak

The bright Texan sun was shining down on (Y/n) Miller as she was on her way to the grocery store with Sarah in the passenger seat. With the windows down, they blasted their favorite new hit song, Red Dirt Road by Brooks & Dunn.

"Oh, I've come to know, there's life at both ends," the (y/h/c) woman sang, pretending to hold a mic to her lips.

Sarah stuck her hand out the window, her curls flying in the wind as she finished the lyric. "Of that red dirt road."

The pair were pulled from their jam session when the car in front of them slammed on brakes, causing (y/n) to do so as well, shooting an arm out in front of Sarah.

"You okay?" She asked breathlessly, holding back a curse at the driver. "And that's why you're not gonna tailgate people when you start driving, right?"

The teen rolled her eyes with a smile and put her hand over her heart. "Scout's honor."

Playfully scoffing, (y/n) looked around the car, only to see nothing in the way. Beeping the horn quickly, she groaned. "Seriously. What's the hold up here?"

Her question was answered when the driver quickly got out of the car and angrily stalked toward the pair. (Y/n) checked around her, looking for a way to get away quickly.

"Sarah," she whispered. "Roll up your window, now."

When the man was halfway to their car when he stopped and turned around. Her heart began to beat again.

She looked at Sarah with a shaky smile. "Okay, maybe he's over it."

The young girl's eyes widened as she frantically pointed in front of them. "(Y/n)!"

Snapping her eyes forward, she cursed at the sight of the man with a baseball bat.

"Hold on," (y/n) yelled, jerking into oncoming traffic to get away. Once they passed the man, she got back in their lane, hearts pounding. Had just a simple beep set the man off?

"What just happened?" Sarah asked, still gripping the handle above her car door.

Shaking away her fear, (y/n) reached over and took her hand gently

"I don't know, but we're okay. How about we just go home. I all of a sudden don't feel like going to the store."

A silent nod was all the response she needed to head back home. After the girls' scary ordeal, she just wanted to be in the safe presence of her husband.

At the familiar rumble of a truck engine, (y/n)'s heart jumped. She and Sarah were on the couch watching 10 Things I Hate About You when Joel opened the door.

"Girls?" He called, taking off his filthy work boots.

Sarah perked up, and yelled back, "In the living room!"

A few seconds later, he walked into the room with a tired smile, plopping down in the small space between them.

"And how are my girls doing today?" he asked, pulling them closer to him.

Sarah's eyes widened. "(Y/n) and I were on th-"

Not wanting to worry Joel, (y/n) shook her head quickly from behind him. The girl's brows furrowed slightly but caught on.

"-the way home and guess what song came on?" She asked.

"Hmm," he hummed, scrunching his face overdramatically. "Was it Red Dirt Road?"

"How did you know that!?" (Y/n) laughed, slapping his arm playfully.

"I don't know. Probably because it was the one you were humming when I first got over here, honey."

The trio broke into a fit of giggles that ended when Joel got up.

"Don't move. I'll be back in a minute."

As soon as Joel was out of the room, Sarah turned to (y/n). "Why can't we tell dad about earlier?"

"You know how worked up he gets, Sar," she sighed. "I just don't want to worry him."

"Okay. I won't tell him, but I think you should."

"I'll tell him la-"

She was cut off by Joel's voice calling from the hallway. "Who's ready for some supper?"

After they ate supper, Sarah went off to finish homework while (y/n) cleaned up. As she was reaching for dishes to put the leftovers in, a pair of hands snaked around her waist, pulling her back into a warm embrace.

"I missed you today," Joel murmured, his face buried in her neck.

"I missed you too, babe..."

A few seconds passed and she knew she needed to tell him what happened. Turning around in his arms, (y/n) placed her hands on his chest.

"So, something happened today. I don't want you to stress out or worry, bu-"

"Well, now I'm definitely gonna," he interrupted.

"Sar' and I were on the way to the grocery store when the guy in front of us stopped out of nowhere. I couldn't go around him because there was traffic, so I hit the horn. And then he got out of the car."

(Y/n) could feel his body tense up, and she was reminded why she wanted to spare him the details of the encounter.

"We thought he was going to get back into his car, but he pulled out a baseball bat, Joel. I didn't even think, I just got us out of there as soon as I could. Sarah was my number one priority and," she faltered, her throat closing up. "-and I was so scared."

He pulled her into his chest fully, resting his chin on the top of her head. "I'm so sorry, (y/n/n). You should have called me."

Joel was shaking with anger, but contained it, knowing it would only make his wife more upset. "I know. I just didn't want to worry you."

"Worry me? Sweetheart, I am your husband, and you can tell me anything, no matter what."

(Y/n) sighed, pulling back with tears in her eyes. "I love you so much."

A single tear trickled down her face, and Joel wiped it away with his thumb as he cupped her cheek softly. "I love you, too. You and Sarah are everything to me."

Feeling his rough hands caress her face so gently, she placed hers over them. "Sarah's getting too big. I can't believe it's been almost two years since we tied the knot."

"Don't remind me," he whispered, rolling his eyes. "The sass gets worse every day."

His expression suddenly became serious. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen her this happy. Heck, I've never been this happy. You complete our family, (y/n)."

"I've never been this happy either."

She leaned in and rested her forehead against his before connecting their lips. Joel's hands on her waist pulled her closer as he deepened the kiss. At the sound of feet padding down the hallway, he pulled away with a groan.

"Don't stop on account of me," Sarah chimed with a smirk, grabbing a yogurt from the fridge." She started to turn back towards her room but stopped and pulled the couple into a tight hug.

"I am happier, dad. I love you both."

The man laughed, patting his daughter's hair affectionately. "We love you, too. Now, how long have you been listening, baby girl?"

Sarah held up her pointer finger, smiling sheepishly. "I'm gonna have to plead the fifth."

Pulling away, she glanced at the clock on the stove as she walked away. "You enjoy your last few hours as a 35-year-old, you old geezer."

Joel glanced at his wife with an amused smile. "Can you believe her?"

"I mean you are pretty old, Mr. Miller," (y/n) teased, shrugging her shoulders.

Before she could move, he threw her over his shoulder, running toward their room.

"Old, huh?"

The woman squealed, smacking playfully against his back. "Joel! Put me down!"

"No can do, Mrs. Miller."

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bradshawssugarbaby · 3 months

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Neon Moon - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: You're drowning your sorrows after calling off your engagement on Valentine's Day in a Mexican restaurant in San Diego. Alongside you, Bradley Bradshaw sits at the bar, going through a similar situation.

A/N: my first attempt at writing something a little angsty, I’m not overly confident in it but I was drunk on strawberry margaritas in San Diego last night after spending the day in Coronado so here we are. Also definitely inspired by my own past relationship 🌚 And inspired by Neon Moon by Brooks and Dunn. Also sorry for the whacky spacing because I’m posting from my phone! - not beta read or proofread bc I live life in the danger zone.

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x f!reader

warnings/content: cheating (not Bradley or reader), failed engagements/breakups, mentions of divorce, drinking, angsty-ish with a happier ending.

word count: 3.5K

read the rest of my What’s Your Country Song mixtape series! 🩷

if you lose your one and only, there’s always room here for the lonely, so watch your broken dreams dance in and out of the beams of a neon moon.

You sat at the bar, sighing heavily as you snacked on the free, fresh tortilla chips and salsa, nursing your pink margarita, the notes of strawberry and tequila doing everything in its power to alleviate the pain of your latest breakup. You know alcohol isn’t a miracle worker, but by God, at this point you’re beginning to wonder. Your ex-fiancé just called off your wedding, and left you wondering why on earth you ever agreed to move thousands of miles from home to San Diego for a man who barely had his shit together.

You fiddled with the straw in your glass, sipping the strawberry-laden drink back, the tequila burning your throat slightly as it went down. It was getting late in the evening, but you were willing to stay here a couple more hours until closing just to get the most amount of time away from your apartment as you could. You knew you’d have to face the inevitable, but you dreaded it. How could you not? How could anyone in their right mind choose to haul their ass back to the apartment their ex just called off their wedding ceremony in, where the person they’d loved just confessed they didn’t share that feeling that was supposedly mutual, that they’d grown weary of the marriage ideal that they’d proposed to you.

Your bartender shot you a sympathetic look when you walked in that night, sensing that you weren’t here celebrating Valentine’s Day like most of the patrons around you. He slid you a basket of fresh, warm, homemade tortilla chips and a cup of the restaurant’s in-house salsa, alongside a drink menu with an encouraging nod. You appreciated the kindness towards you, even if it was just out of pity. As the bar side became less busy as the night went on, he asked how you were doing, if you needed anything else, if you wanted to order a meal. You hemmed and hawed over whether or not authentic Mexicali food was the solution to all of your problems when the seat to your right suddenly gained a patron - a single patron who looked just as downtrodden, if not more so, than you.

“Bradley!” The bartender said cheerfully, a hearty smile on the man’s face as he grabbed a pint glass, “Your usual, my friend?”

“Please, and just keep ‘em comin’, man,” said the voice beside you.

Bradley was a tall man, with a neatly trimmed mass of warm, golden-brown waves on top of his head, sun kissed skin and a pair of aviator sunglasses resting on the collar of his white t-shirt. Over the white undershirt, sat the loudest printed Hawaiian shirt you’d ever laid your eyes on - a bubblegum pink coloured background with an assortment of bright white, black and deep orangey-red palm leaves adorning it. A few faded scars scattered the side of his face, barely noticeable unless he tilted his head just so in the warm yellow-hued lights overhead. His fuller lips were resting in an emotionless line, a trimmed and styled mustache, straight out of an 80’s movie resting over the top of his lip.

As Bradley and the bartender, whose name you’d now forgotten after your second margarita, not that it was ever going to stick in your mind in the first place - you were stressing over how to tell 150 guests that a wedding was no longer taking place simply because the man who asked you had decided he no longer loved you, and despite having felt that way for quite some time, opted to tell you three months before your big day, after a majority of things were paid for, almost all of which non-refundable, meaning you’d be enjoying a wedding cake for 150 people at a venue by yourself, celebrating some other occasion in a couple of months.

You couldn’t help but overhear the bartender give Bradley the same words of encouragement as he’d given you - reminding you both that “que sera sera, whatever will be will be”, a direct quote from an old Doris Day song that you recognized from the times your grandmother made you watch her collection of Alfred Hitchcock VHS tapes, along with all the other classic movies you were subjected to. Bradley offered a weak smile, nodding his head along to the advice.

“I don’t know, man, she definitely isn’t coming back. I don’t think I want her to either. Came home from three months away to get told she was off base and in Coronado for the day, I decided to surprise her and find her having a lunch date with some lower-ranking officer.”

“That’s harsh, brother,” the bartender nods sympathetically before his brown eyes light up, as if Bradley’s cheating significant other has inspired him in some way.

“Actually, my friend, the lovely senorita on your left side has something in common with you,” he explained as he shot you a grin before nodding his head, “My friend Bradley here was married. You both are nursing the same pain tonight. Might not be a bad idea for you two to nurse that pain together, especially since we close in an hour.”

Bradley’s face flushed to a pinkish hue as he shot his friend a glare before turning to you with an apologetic, half-hearted smile.

“No offense, I’m sure you’re great, I just…caught my wife out with another officer over the bridge at Coronado and I really don’t know if drinking with another girl is the right thing to do.”

“Understood, my fiancé just called off our wedding because he decided three months before was a good time to tell me he’d fallen out of love with me nine months ago and no longer wanted to go through with it.”

“Ah, maybe Angel over here is on to something then,” Bradley let out a melancholic chuckle as he took a sip of his beer, the amber coloured liquid sliding past his lips, the froth at the top brushing against the edge of his mustache.

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry to hear about your wife,” you nodded, suddenly thankful as you realized if your ex hadn’t broken things off now, you could have easily wound up in the same position as Bradley is now in a few years.

“It’s alright, had a feelin’ she wasn’t really loving the military spouse life as much as she let on, but didn’t think that meant she’d find a different serviceman to try it on with while I was gone and stationed in the middle of the Pacific.”

“Jesus, that’s rough, I’m sorry.”

“Eh, not your fault. I’m Bradley, by the way. Normally I’d do the whole formal military introduction but…just Bradley is fine tonight. I kinda need a break from that for a minute.”

“Understood.”

You nodded again before giving him your name. An awkward silence fell over you both before you looked out towards the patio, the lights along the pier illuminating the San Diego Bay as you looked across to Coronado.

“That’s where I’m stationed,” Bradley nodded his head towards the island across the bay as he took another sip of his beer, “North Island.”

“You’re an aviator?”

“TOPGUN graduated, been flyin’ for just over 20 years now.”

“20 years?”

“Yeah,” Bradley blushed, nodding his head, “I’m 40 in June. I get told I look about 10 years younger than that. A lot. Especially by other guys over there. The one guy in my detachment’s about 5 years younger than me and everyone says he looks closer to my age than I do. Not as a dig to Hangman or nothin’, just as an observation that I kinda look fresh to the Navy, you know?”

“Hangman…?” You raised your eyebrow quizzically at the name he just called his friend, almost concerned about his parents' life choices.

“Real name’s Jake. Everyone calls us using callsigns over there - his is Hangman, but if we wanna piss him off, he’s Bagman. I’m Rooster. One guy’s just Bob, one girl’s Phoenix, another girl’s Halo, then there’s Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, Harvard and Yale, Fritz, my dad’s Navy buddy is Maverick, our Air Boss is Cyclone, it goes on.”

“Why is your callsign Rooster?”

“Eh, my dad’s sign was Goose. They asked me to pick one and I wanted to honor him, but I couldn't use the same one I figured, so I went for the first bird I could think of. They were gonna call me Boomer because I’m loud as fuck half the time, but I guess I have a bit of a reputation for waiting until the moment’s right to take action. One guy said that I sorta sit perched like a rooster waiting for the sun to rise, and it stuck more than Boomer did.”

“Gotcha. Are you from San Diego?”

“Sorta. I was born here, my dad was stationed up at Miramar which is on the other side from Coronado, but then he died when I was two in a training accident, my mom moved me back to where she was from in Virginia, it’s where she met my dad, actually. He was from Virginia but like, closer to the D.C. area, my mom was from Richmond. Then I grew up there, went to UVA, and got stationed at Virginia Beach, went to TOPGUN in Nevada and then got sent back to Virginia, then from there got called to North Island.”

“So you’ve lived in a few states then. I moved out here from New York a couple years ago. My ex is from La Jolla, came to New York for university, met me, got a job in the city, then got an offer to work here, and came back, took me with him.”

“So your family’s all back in New York?”

“Yeah, bit far, like a 6 hour flight home.”

“Jesus, I may not have much for family, but at least I know I’ve got my squad to kinda support me. And I’ve got Maverick, who’s like a second dad to me.”

“I’m still debating what to do - do I stay in San Diego and just make this my home now, or do I go back to Manhattan with my tail between my legs so to speak and move back in with my parents?”

Bradley nodded his head solemnly before letting out a sharp exhale, a smile forming on his face as he looked out at the bay and then back at you.

“Whatdya say we go for a walk? Catch some fresh air? Maybe we can help each other figure out our next moves so poor Angel here can close up for the night.”

Bradley must have sensed some apprehension in your gaze, because almost seconds after speaking, he held his hands up innocently and laughed.

“I promise I’m not suggesting this out of an ulterior motive. Just suggesting it as a guy who’s sorta in the same boat as you and could use some company.”

You looked at your watch and shrugged your shoulders. You certainly didn’t want to head home any time soon, and Bradley seemed genuine enough, plus, it was nice having someone who understood what you were going through, even if it meant both of you now had to completely reevaluate your lives. You set your credit card down on the table for Angel to ring up your bill, but before he could take it, Bradley shook his head and handed it back to you.

“It’s on me.”

“I can’t let you pay for my drinks, but thank you.”

“Listen, it was money that was gonna be spent on my wife for a Valentine’s Day dinner anyway. Least I can do is pay for your two…pink…whatever those are.”

“Strawberry margaritas.”

“Right, yeah, those. Pink tequila with fruit.”

He smirked as he closed out the tab for both of you before hopping off his barstool. He politely offered his arm out to you as you stood to your feet. Angel shot you both a knowing grin, waving you and his friend off as you headed out. The air on the pier was mild, a soft breeze blowing in off the water of the bay. As you headed down the street together, chatting about life and what you did for a living, Bradley’s rank in the Navy, his favorite sports, your favorite movies, you almost forgot about your ex and the breakup you’d been trying to numb with fruity heartache medication moments ago.

As it turned out, you and Bradley shared a fond love of baseball and romantic comedies, you’d both grown up watching classic movies with your grandmothers, both had a fondness for old music - Elvis, The Beach Boys, Jerry Lee Lewis, Neil Sedaka - it turned out that for two strangers with a 12 year age gap, you had much more in common than you could have expected. In fact, you’d actually argue that you and Bradley had more shared interests than you and your ex had.

As you both wandered up the street towards Seaport Village, the bayside shopping district set up alongside one of the piers, you basked in the glow of the streetlights over head, taking the time to appreciate the calmness of the bay, the sights and sounds of the water as it took your focus off the happy, lovestruck couples that walked around past you all.

The moon hung low in the sky overhead, glowing against the deep blackish-blue backdrop of the night sky, appearing to have a neon glow behind it. Bradley looked up at the sky, letting out a loud, exhaled breath as he shook his head.

“I don’t wanna head back to base and deal with the mess waiting for me there. Never thought I’d be filing divorce papers on Valentine’s Day, you know?”

“I have to call 150 guests and tell them that the wedding scheduled for May isn’t taking place but they can still come eat the cake that we paid for at the venue that I can’t get the 50% deposit back for.”

Bradley laughed softly, although the laugh wasn’t one of happiness - more one of pity for the two of you over your situations, and how neither of you wanted to go home because it would mean taking action with the hands you were dealt, no matter how unfair they were.

“Fuck, how’d we end up in this mess? I guess I should be thankful that she and I never had kids then, right?”

He laughed again, a dry, hollow laugh at his situation. “I wanted them, she didn’t. I just figured in my late thirties that it wasn’t really an issue worth pushing and it was probably best if I didn’t.”

“My dad was 44 when I was born, I never thought it was weird, if that helps.”

“Hey, means I’ve got 4 years, right? Can’t really adopt a kid when you’re in the Navy though, with not being home a lot and all that, and I don’t know if I see myself remarrying or anything. Besides, I feel like it’s asking a lot of a woman to settle down with me then have her waiting at home alone most of the time, or alone with our kids, if we have ‘em. Seems a bit unfair. I guess I could retire but, I don’t know if I’m ready for that either, you know?”

“You just have to find someone who wants to wait for you. You know, someone who doesn’t mind being a military spouse.”

“Good luck with that,” He said with a dry chuckle again, “I wouldn’t wanna be one if the shoe was on the other foot, it’s a lot of me to ask someone else to do it.”

“Well, I’m not suggesting you ask a random girl on the street to marry you, Bradley, I meant like, date, get to know the woman, find out from there if she’s cool with it.”

“I guess so,” He sighed heavily as he looked up at the moon, “You know, always thought I’d have a marriage like my parents did. I know my dad died before I was really old enough to remember, but I see pictures and you just…you knew they were crazy about each other. Maverick always said they flirted like they were a couple’a teenagers on their first date all the time.”

“Bradley, do you wanna come grab a coffee with me?”

“Coffee? It’s like nine at night.”

“Yeah, I could use some sobering up though.”

“Ah, what the hell. I don’t have to be anywhere.”

Bradley gestured in front of him, allowing you to lead the way. As you began to walk on the outside of the sidewalk, he shook his head and gently placed his hand on your shoulder to guide you to the inside.

“Sorry, force of habit. My mom always said not to let a lady walk on the outside of the sidewalk. She said my dad never let her risk getting splashed by a puddle when they walked down the street. Sorta trained it into me by the time I was 10. Maverick and my grandma both agreed. Think it’s an old Southern thing.”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind it,” you smiled softly at him, rolling your shoulders into a subtle shrug.

Bradley smiled at you, a genuine, proper smile. His previously stoic and reserved look had melted away momentarily, deep dimples forming either side of his mouth. Bradley’s caramel coloured eyes seemed to glisten as the moonlight caught them, amber flecks sparkling before he shook his head, an awkward chuckle escaping his parted lips.

“You know, I gotta thank you.”

“Why’s that?”

“You helped me forget temporarily about what I have to do tonight when I get home.”

“I guess I should thank you for the same thing.”

“I haven’t felt this at ease in…a really long time. I guess I always kinda suspected she was cheating, but I didn’t want to believe it. I mean, no one wants to think that way about someone they love, right?”

“No, no, I get it. I sorta knew my ex wasn’t feeling the same way. I just told myself I was overthinking it. He never said anything until today.”

“He told you today that he didn’t love you anymore? Today of all the days?!”

“Yeah, came home from a half day at work to spend the afternoon with him, just to come home to him doing the classic “We need to talk” line.”

Bradley hummed slowly and shook his head. He ran a finger through his caramel toned waves and sighed, trying to think of what the right thing to say in response would be.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

Bradley silently opens the door to the coffee shop for you, once again gesturing for you to go first. You can’t help but admire the way everything he does seems like something out of a movie set in the 1950s - his mannerisms, the slight lilt to his voice, the way he holds doors open, offers you his arm, insists on walking on the outside of the sidewalk - all for a woman he’s only just met. It’s likely sympathetic actions towards you - feeling bad that you’re in a situation similar to his own, at least, that’s what you’re going to tell yourself.

“Pick your poison, I owe you one for the margaritas.”

“Nah, I’ll pick up this one. Like I said, it was set aside for a nice romantic Valentine’s dinner. I got it.”

“You know, under any other circumstances, this would have made for a cute date spot.”

“Margaritas and coffee?”

“I meant a nighttime stroll along the pier to a coffee shop, but now that you mention it, margaritas and coffee are one way to do it.”

“Hey, I mean, maybe this isn’t a date, I don’t think either of us are ready for that, but, it’s a nice first time hanging out.”

“Maybe the next time we hangout we can do it under less…distressing circumstances?”

“Maybe next time we hangout I can take you out for that nice dinner you and I both were expecting to have tonight,” Bradley shrugged as he sipped his coffee. “You know, as friends, or whatever.”

“You know what, I may take you up on that. You know, as friends…or whatever.”

Bradley slid his phone across the table to you, having opened it to the new contact screen. You quickly typed in your contact details, smiling fondly as you handed it back to him, along with your own phone.

“Next time you venture across the bridge, maybe text me? We can go for a coffee or something, or catch a ball game when the season starts.”

“I’d like that,” Bradley said with a satisfied smile as he sipped his drink.

“But this time, I’m buying.”

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southerngothicchic · 4 months

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Good Guys Don't Always Wear White

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Somewhere in Oklahoma, 1994

Dusk settles over the ranch, finally offering some relief from the sweltering heat of a typical July day. Steve wipes his sweaty brow with the back of his hand as he trudges toward his truck. His boots kick up little clouds of dust as he walks, too tired to pick up his feet. He reaches for the doorhandle of his truck and jerks it open. He somehow bent the frame, and now the door sometimes gets stuck. It opens with relative ease this time, and he climbs inside.

He sits, for a moment, leaning his head back against the headrest, and sighs. His body aches and his hands are sore. It seems to ache more today, for some reason, and he chalks it up to his age. Though, he's still relatively young, he feels like he's aged himself these last few years with all the back breaking work he's resigned himself to. This is what he needs to be doing, he tells himself, he needs to feel useful and this was his way of fulfilling that.

He's drifted from ranch to ranch, since 1989, starting in Montana and moving further south until he worked his way across Texas. He ended up in Oklahoma this past spring, and thinks he'll stay until he gets restless again. This type of lifestyle gives him the freedom he hopes will soothe his soul. It certainly helped him deal with the grief from his dad's death, but hasn't eased the pain, as of yet.

Although, he wasn't that close with him during the last ten years or so, his passing still deeply effected him, manifesting in a dull ache he'd feel in his chest, from time to time.

Steve sits up and shuts the door, before turning the key in the ignition. The beat up, Dodge roars to life as he puts it in reverse.

His hair is more windblown as he drives down the highway, with both windows down as the air conditioning went out long ago. The heat still worked, which he was grateful for, as Texas winters could be brutal. He wondered what they were like in Oklahoma, if he was even still around to experience it.

He has one destination in mind as he drives- the roadhouse in the next town over, that he's frequented since relocating to the area.

He parks in the dirt parking lot, along with a few other cars. After killing the engine, he looks himself over in the rear view mirror. He runs his hand through his tousled hair then looks down at his sweat-soaked shirt. Frowning, he pulls it over his head and tosses it in the passenger seat. He then leans forward, and reaches for a duffle bag on the floor, in front of it. He brings it up, onto his lap and unzips it, before pulling out a blue-checkered button down shirt. He quickly throws it on, and buttons it, purposefully leaving the top few unbuttoned.

He hops out of the truck and brushes lingering dust from his jeans, before walking towards the roadhouse.

He surveys his surroundings as he strolls up to the bar. It's not too lively yet, as it's only early evening. There's still a decent crowd scattered throughout, the majority congregating around the pool tables, in the back. He takes his seat at the bar and orders his drink-whiskey, per usual.

He downs it quickly, before ordering another. He nurses this one, as he's lost in his own little world. The past is creeping up on him again and no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to drink it away. He shakes his head at how he sounds like a country cliché, before taking another sip.

Time passes and the bar begins to fill up. Rowdy patrons surround him as he grits his teeth from how obnoxiously drunk they already were. He wasn't ready to leave yet, though he thought about moving to one of the tables close to the small stage behind him. He turns his head and sees the band getting set up. He decides to order another drink before leaving the bar.

The air is soon filled with music, as the band plays a Brooks and Dunn song. It happens to be one of his favorites as he taps his foot along to the beat.

They're a couple songs in when he notices you. You're sat a few stools down, leaning over the bar chatting with the bartender. He can't pull his gaze from you as he takes in your features. Your flowing hair, that cascades over your shoulders and the fitted, floral sundress that hugs your body just right. His eyes travel to your bare legs, stopping at your red, high-heeled boots.

He smiles when you smile and laugh with the bartender. You seem to know him, as there's a familiarity in how you talk. He then thinks that he hadn't seen you in here before and is reminded of how he's really become a cliché.

He wants to talk to you, but suddenly feels self conscious. You probably wouldn't want to entertain someone like him, as he's already decided he's not your type. He sighs, defeatedly, before downing the rest of his drink and turning to leave.

It's then his attention is drawn to you again as there's now a guy, at your side, asking you to dance. He watches as you politely refuse, as its clear this guy is pretty drunk and won't take no for an answer. Steve's hands ball into fists as he sees the guy grab your arm and try to pull you to him.

He's about to intervene when you stomp on the guy's foot, making him release your arm. You lurch forward but he grabs you again, calling you a bitch under his breath. He pulls his hand back, about to strike your face, before a large hand wraps around his wrist.

"I guess nobody taught you you're not supposed to hit women," Steve quips, as the two of you look at him in surprise.

The guy struggles against his hold, but Steve quickly pins his arm behind his back and spins him around, pushing his face down on the bar.

"You need to apologize to the lady, then be on your way," he continues, leaning close to the guy's ear.

"Fuck you, man," he spits, before Steve pushes his face harder, against the bar's surface.

"That's the wrong answer," he scolds. "Y'know, if I keep twisting your arm at this angle, it'll break..."

"Alright, alright," the guy replies, panicked.

Steve then holds him up, turning him around to face you again. You're standing there, still stunned, from this handsome stranger coming to your rescue.

"I'm sorry," the guy then aplogizes, while wincing from Steve's grip on his arm.

You nod, before Steve walks him to the door. He kicks it open with his foot and shoves the guy to the ground.

"I don't ever want to see your fucking face here again," Steve growls, using all his self restraint to not beat the absolute shit out of him.

The guy nods pathetically then crawls away before Steve walks back inside. You meet him just inside the door and follow him back to the bar.

"I could've handled him, but thanks all the same," you state, as he reaches where he was sat.

"Maybe, but I didn't want to risk it gettin' worse," he replies, pulling his wallet from his back pocket.

"You're not leaving are you?" You ask, as you watch him throw some crumpled bills on the bar.

"Figure I should, since I don't wanna get thrown out."

"No, it's okay now," you assure. "Dalton was about to throw him out before you did."

He raises an eyebrow as he looks at you. "Dalton?"

"The bartender. He's who I was here to see, actually. We went to high school together and I just got back into town and he told me he was running this place now," you explain, seemingly in one, hurried breath.

"Ah, well I'm glad you have someone else looking out for you," Steve smiles, while shoving his wallet back in his pocket.

"If you don't want to stay here, maybe we could go somewhere together?" You then ask, surprising him.

"So that whole knight in shining armor thing really works, huh?" He laughs, as you smile.

"Only when he's as cute as you," you quietly reply.

"What's your name, darlin'?" He smiles, his eyes traveling your pretty face.

You tell him and he thinks it's the prettiest thing he's ever heard.

"I'm Steve," he reveals, nodding slightly.

"Now that we've been formally introduced, want to get out of here?" You ask, wrapping your arm around his.

His smile widens. "Sure, honey."

You smile up at him before you each walk back towards the door.

Steve couldn't believe how his night has turned around. He wasn't expecting to meet a pretty, little thing like you, but he wasn't mad about it.

He escorts you to his truck and opens the passenger side door for you. He helps you climb into the cab, before going around to the other side. You notice how dusty the truck's interior is and assume he works on one of the nearby ranches. You see leather gloves laying on the dash and you accidentally kick the duffle bag at your feet.

Steve struggles to open the door and has to pull on it pretty hard, before it opens. He then settles into the driver's seat and looks at you, apologetically.

"Its an old truck, so it gets stuck sometimes," he explains, while you nod.

"So, I uh, just realized I'm kinda not in the best shape to drive..." he adds, as his hand anxiously rubs the back of his neck.

"Its okay. We can just talk for a little while," you reply.

"Yeah? Are you sure talking is what you really wanna do?" He softly asks, leaning closer to you.

You instinctively lean towards him and he reaches to cup your cheek. You sigh as his thumb lightly caresses your skin. He leans even closer to you, as much as he can with the center console between you.

"There are other ways to get to know each other, y'know..." he quietly begins, with his eyes on your lips.

"Why don't you enlighten me, cowboy?" You sultrily say, before he presses his lips to yours.

His lips are softer than you expected, as you softly moan from how plush and perfect they feel. He slips his tongue past your lips and you taste traces of whiskey as he deepens the kiss. Your hand finds its way to his hair, pulling slightly, which elicits a strangled moan from him.

He then kisses his way to your jaw, before trailing kisses down your neck. Your ribs are digging into the harsh plastic of the center console, but the discomfort is worth having him kiss you like this. You reopen your eyes long enough to see what looks like a figure charging towards the truck. It's fairly dark on the side of the lot Steve parked in, so the person is only half illuminated, but you can tell they're holding something that looks like a pipe.

As they get closer to the truck, you get a better view of them and realize it's the creep from earlier and he's swinging a metal pipe above his head.

You gasp and Steve thinks it's from the way he was suckling at your skin.

"Steve..." you breathe, shaking his arm.

"Sorry honey, couldn't help myself," he purrs, as he nuzzles his nose along your jaw.

"No, it's him. He's back, we need to leave, now!" You shout right as the pipe makes contact with the driver's side mirror.

"What the fuck!?" Steve exclaims, as he looks behind him, shielding you with his body.

His mirror is shattered and the guy is still wailing on it. Tiny shards of glass are flying everywhere as Steve hurries to start the truck. He notices the keys aren't in the ignition and frantically pulls them from his pocket.

You can now see the crazed look in the guy's eyes as he hits the door, with the pipe. He rares back to strike the window but Steve turns the key, puts the truck in gear and floors it.

Dust and gravel plume behind the truck as you look back to see him get sprayed with gravel.

"Holy fucking shit!" Steve yells, as he speeds down the highway.

You feel like your heart is going to pound out of your chest, as the sound of glass shattering brings back painful memories.

Steve drives a little further down the road before pulling off onto a secluded, dirt road. He parks under a large tree and kills the engine. He then immediately pulls you into his arms.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his voice cracking with concern and frazzled nerves.

"Yeah," you nod, gripping the sleeves of his shirt.

"But you're shaking," he counters, as his hands cradle your face.

"That just really freaked me out, but I'll be okay," you assure, with a faint smile.

"Climb on into my lap, I want to hold you," he quietly instructs, and you waste no time doing so.

You straddle his lap, with your knees resting precariously on either side of him.

"Come here, darlin'," he whispers, opening his arms for you.

You lean forward, pressing your chest to his as he wraps his arms around you. He holds you tightly against him, making you feel safer than you ever have before. You lay your head on his shoulder and he begins rubbing your back. He hums along to the song playing lowly on the radio, making you smile. You close your eyes, for a moment, and just let yourself melt into him.

You think you could fall asleep like this, though you know you shouldn't feel this way about a man you just met, but there is something so calming about him. Something in his touch so soothing, you can't exactly describe it. You just know you want to feel his arms around you forever.

Your eyes slowly reopen and your gaze lands on the moles in his neck. Moving closer, you tug his collar out of the way to press kisses to them.

He bites his lip from the sudden sensation, then reminds, "I'm supposed to be comfortin' you."

"This is comforting for me," you reply, lips still against his neck.

You softly kiss him again and hear a faint moan leave his lips. Sitting up, you kiss up to his jawline and trace your lips along slight stubble, as your fingers grasp his shirt. You then start unbuttoning it, eager to feel more of him. Your lips are now on his, kissing him hungrily, as you rake your nails through his newly exposed chest hair. He whimpers at your touch, with his hands dropping lower, to grip your waist.

You teasingly grind yourself against the bulge in his jeans, and he leans back, breaking the kiss. Panting, he looks at you in a lustfilled daze.

"Something wrong?" You ask, pulling him back to you.

He shakes his head. "I haven't been kissed like that in a long time," he admits. "Just needed a minute."

"You're real cute, cowboy," you smile.

"Yeah, yeah," he dismisses, before you press your lips to his in a bruising kiss.

You're each moaning into the others mouths while his hands slide under your dress and squeeze your hips. He holds you in place, wanting you to feel how hard you've made him. You whimper his name into a kiss before he pulls away.

"You want me to fuck you, honey?" He breathily asks, as the tip of his nose brushes yours.

"Yes..." you whine, while nodding.

He grins, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek.

"This is what you wanted all along, wasn't it?" He continues, his hands lowering to unbuckle his belt.

His large, silver belt buckle clangs to the side as he frees himself from his dirty jeans. You raise up slightly so he can push them down his legs.

Your eyes widen as you see how he's throbbing for you and marvel at his size.

His hands are on your hips again, pulling you back to him.

"Wait," you say, placing your hands against his chest.

A worried look briefly flashes across his face before he watches as you awkwardly slide your panties down your legs. You toss them in the passenger seat, then settle on his lap. You hover over him before slowly sinking down, onto him.

He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as you take him, inch by inch. Your breaths are ragged as your nails dig into his shoulders, fearing the stretch of him may be too much. Once your hips meet his, you dramatically exhale.

You feel so warm and wet around him, he thinks he might burst.

"Fuck, you feel so good..." he sighs, as you lean in close.

"So do you," you reply, pressing your lips to his cheek.

You roll your hips against his, slowly at first, and he turns his head to capture your lips in another kiss.

"Yeah? You like feelin' me this deep?" He purrs, as his thumbs caress the soft skin of your stomach.

You nod, biting your lip, before pulling him into another kiss.

"You're so tight, honey...sure it's not too much?" He continues, lips curling into a smirk.

"N-No, I can take it," you breathe, already unraveling and you've barely fucked him.

"So, if I fucked you like this...?" He asks, pausing to roughly thrust into you, making you cry out his name. "You could handle it?"

"Yes, yes...don't stop," you whine, your nails now clawing at the back of his neck.

He pulls you tightly against him, pressing your chests together, as his hands grip your hips. He holds you in place as he fucks up into you.

Your head falls to his shoulder, lips parting with incoherent whimpers and whines.

"Christ, darlin', your pussy's the best I've ever had, shit..." he grunts.

His words have you moaning into his ear and it makes him shudder. You nibble on his earlobe before kissing the spot just below it.

He sighs your name and it rings in your ears, eliciting another moan from you.

You kiss across his cheek, turning his head so your lips can meet his. He melts into it, this time, his thrusts slowing as he kisses you deeply. A hand cradles your face as he can't get enough of you.

"Mmm, Steve, please..." you whine, against his lips, missing the delicious way he was fucking you.

"So spoiled already, huh, honey?" He teases, bumping his nose against yours.

"I need you, please..." you breathe, moving your hips again, encouraging him to move.

"You're so sweet..." he whispers, lips brushing yours. "...so fuckin' sweet..."

He starts thrusting into you with renewed vigor, making you scream.

"Gotta give my girl what she wants..." he pants.

"I'm your girl now?" You ask, through breathy moans.

"If you wanna be," he replies, as your gaze meets his.

"I-Oh Steve!"

Orgasmic bliss washes over you and he thinks it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He keeps thrusting into you, now chasing his own release.

"Look at me, darlin'," he instructs. "Wanna see those pretty eyes when I-"

A guttural moan of your name falls from his lips as he spills deep inside you. You press your forehead to his and comb your fingers through his hair, as he finally stills.

He then kisses you, until you're both gasping again.

"Are you my girl now, honey?" He whispers, against your lips.

"Yeah, I'm yours, cowboy," you smile, before he kisses you again.

#cowboy!steve #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

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qbdatabase · 10 months

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Hello, I saw that you had awesome recs for bi4bi books! I rarely have found bi4bi books in genres other than contemporary so I was hoping you could help me with that? Could you please recommend bi4bi (sapphic) books in fantasy, horror, mystery and basically any genre other than contemporary

heads up, these lists will include poly pairings with at least two female characters, pansexual / queer / unlabled multi-gender-attracted identities, and F/NB pairings

bi4bi WLW Fantasy

The Apocalypse of Elena Mendoza by Shaun David Hutchinson: Cuban-American bisexual female x white bisexual female

Payback's a Witch by Lana Harper: bisexual female x Russian-American bisexual female

The Lost Girls by Sonia Hartl: bisexual female x bisexual female

The Goddess of Nothing At All by Cat Rector: Norse bisexual female x pansexual genderfluid LI

Thornfruit by Felicia Davin: starts with lesbian female x bisexual female, but ends with an FFNB poly triad with a bisexual genderfluid MC

A Lake of Feathers and Moonbeams by Dax Murray: polyamorous bisexual female x queer non-binary MC x Asian bisexual female

Vicious Devotion by Aveda Vice: queer female x queer female x queer male x queer male in a polyamorous quartet

The Sea Witch by Katee Robert: half-Vietnamese polyamorous bisexual sub female x older fat black mga Domme female LI x (sub?) male LI in a polyamorous triad

bi4bi WLW Historical

The Companion by E. E. Ottoman: polyamorous bisexual transgender female x bisexual transgender female x transgender male

Her Countess to Cherish by Jane Walsh: pregnant bisexual female x mga bigender LI

Mademoiselle Revolution by Zoe Sivak: biracial Haitian bisexual female x French bisexual female (possible) LI; French male (possible) LI

Windfall by Shawna Barnett: bisexual female MC x bisexual female MC x asexual male LI x male LI (love square, but the bi!F MCs do also romance each other)

Scandalous Passions by Nicola Davidson: Domme bisexual female x sub questioning bisexual female x sub straight male with a stutter in a polyamorous triad

bi4bi WLW Horror

Wilder Girls by Rory Power: mga female x queer female

A Dowry of Blood by S. T. Gibson: polyamorous bisexual female x bisexual female with mood swings and depression x bisexual male

bi4bi WLW Mystery

Missing, Presumed Dead by Emma Berquist: bisexual female x bisexual female

All the Things We Do in the Dark by Saundra Mitchell: white pansexual female with PTSD x Korean-American queer mga female

The Girls I've Been by Tess Sharpe: bisexual female x mga female

Bury the Lede by Gaby Dunn: bisexual female x bisexual female, black lesbian female

The Night She Disappeared by Lisa Jewell: mga female x straight male (possible) LI; bisexual female (possible) LI

The Drowning Summer by Christine Lynn Herman: bisexual female x bisexual female

bi4bi WLW Sci-Fi

Curved Horizon by Taylor Brooke: bisexual female x demisexual panromantic female

City of Shattered Light by Claire Winn: chronically ill bisexual female x Japanese/ Portugese bisexual female

Victories Greater Than Death by Charlie Jane Anders: white pansexual female x black Brazilian bisexual trans-nonbinary femme

Honor Among Thieves by Rachel Caine: black bisexual female x Brazilian bisexual female x bisexual male in a polyamorous triad

full notes on representation and publishing info at qbdatabase.com

#wlw #sapphic #bisexual #bi4bi #queer books #book recs #bookblr #the-bi-library #ask #answered

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on fire: a teen wolf novel chapters 17-19 and final thoughts previous chapter

it is done. the final installment of on fire is here and i am finally free.

thank you @dear-massacre for listening to me rant about this book and encouraging me to finish it.

and a thank you to @give-emhalekid for inspiring this re-read of on fire to begin with. i can finally answer your asks appropriately!

in addition to my notes and final thoughts on this novel i did make contact with the author nancy holder and have been sitting on that email for over a month now. so i'll be talking about that too.

anyway.

We start this chapter in Kate’s narration in yet another flashback to six years prior. This is when she gets information out of Mr. Harris.

The bar is called Randy Andy’s by the way. Which, and it may just be me, makes me fully believe this bar is playing Brooks and Dunn's 1991 hit Boot Scootin' Boogie on repeat.

She mentions that Harris hadn’t seen her around the school but she had pinpointed him quickly as someone weak and that she could use. This tracks.

She gets what she wants out of Harris and as she leaves the bar (which is handily across from her apartment) she sees Derek leaving with his school bag. She freaks out worried he’s onto her or found something in her apartment.

She follows him home just to be sure she’s in the clear. Like a freak.

When she returns she finds a note Derek left her explaining what happened.

However, feeling as though she could’ve been exposed, Kate decides to up the timetable of setting the fire.

Because we cannot have nice things.

We then get a small scene where she’s filling the gas cans and apparently Alt Version of Mr. McCall is the gas station attendant but he’s on the phone arguing with Melissa over money and blaming her for things. He's actually worse than canon Mr. McCall which I didn't think was possible.

Kate goes on to have her inner celebration and reminisce over her seduction of Derek. You know, just girlie things.

Once again the timeline is throwing me off. Holder places the Hale fire near Wolf Moon which makes the show starting around the same time a nice call forward but she also has homecoming around the same time. Derek muses about Kate being a chaperone for the dance and Laura is at school that morning to attend a committee meeting for the dance. For me, Homecoming was always during the Football season in September. Not that I ever went but this in January if it’s the Wolf Moon. Football season is over. This doesn't make any sense to me.

We finally return to both the present day and to Derek and Stiles. It’s been 84 years. I've aged lifetimes.

Derek tells Stiles that you can’t trust human women and leaves him once more as Derek has caught the Alpha’s scent. This is Bizzaro Derek.

Holder has given us two different wolf references mere pages from each other. She has Derek listen to Wolfgang Gartner and Stiles apparently playing Wolfenstein on his phone (this may be Wolfenstien RPG which apparently came out on mobile in 2008).

I looked up Wolfgang Gartner -- because this is what I do -- and according to Wikipedia the earliest single he released under this particular name was in 2007 which would be after the fire. He does however have a single called Hot for Teacher. I am going to fight the author.

We’re back in Scott’s narration now. He’s not having a good time. There’s smoke making everything hazy and he senses the werewolf that bit him. He calls it his “waking, walking nightmare.” and the wolf side of him is conflicted by the threat but also by the sense of pack.

Through the haze Scott does see the Alpha and they make eye contact. Once again Scott refuses to kill like in Pack Mentality. He references the incident by name.

A burning tree falls down because of course it does. Some of the sparks get on Scott so he has to remove his jacket and shirt. This is Teen Wolf after all.

Scott fights the shift trying to figure out how to save himself and Allison from the blaze.

Allison begins to become overwhelmed by the smoke and goes into a coughing fit.’ Which, heh, kinda fits with Scott having asthma previously before the bite.

Next chapter opens back on Jackson who is still having a very bad time. His vision is doubled and tripled as he passes out.

Scott remembers that Allison once did gymnastics and suggests that she use those skills to get out so he lifts her up and she somersaults out I suppose. Like a goddamned Power Ranger.

I swear Stiles is the author’s least favorite. Stiles hears a howl and begins looking for Scott and or Derek. He’s yelling for them both as he attempts to track Scott’s phone. Derek shows up with a “Yeah.”

Though I’ll admit this exchange made me laugh:

“Yeah,” Derek said, bursting from the trees. He was wolfed out, and Stiles let fly with a high-pitched, girly scream. “Was that you?” Stiles yelled. “No, that was you,” Derek said in disgust. “I mean the howl.”

Derek tries to assure Stiles the Alpha needs Scott but Stiles reminds him that he doesn’t need Allison. Derek says he also doesn’t need Allison which is a sentiment that Stiles disagrees with. Canon Derek would never.

They talk about mountain ash because Derek recognizes it from the pictures Scott was able to send. The explanation holds up fairly well to what we’re told in the show.

They find Scott and Stiles tries to instruct him but he’s in a state of panic. Derek points out that he cannot make sense of what Stiles is trying to tell him due to the panic.

E x c u s e M e. What the fuck did I just read?

Stiles wants to call 911 so a fire truck can gain access but Derek warns against it due to Scott being shifted. Derek then takes a swing at Stiles, Stiles shoves him and Derek falls off the cliff.

I am so tired.

This is a Stiles accurate line at least: “So many times, Stiles had wished for Derek to up and die. But he hadn’t meant for him to really die. Except that maybe had meant for him to really die. Just maybe not in pain, and not in front of Stiles.”

Scott pounces on Derek and they tussle. Stiles is conflicted on who he’s cheering for.

Scott doesn’t have a shirt on.

And a moment later --

“A wind washed through the tops of the bushes and showered Derek with fiery debris, setting his jacket on fire.”

Derek rips off his jacket (RIP jacket) and his shirt now leaving him also shirtless.

I see you Teen Wolf. The Weather Girls It's Raining Men is the unofficial anthem.

Stiles calls 911 because he clearly is the one holding the brain cell.

We’re back to Allison. She’s running through the woods calling for help when she spots what could only be the Alpha as she calls it an evil animal. It stalks closer to her but it moves away and she sees the wolf that she and Scott had seen earlier.

The “good” wolf’s presence seems to scare off the Alpha. It then guides Allison to safety. This wolf is never explained but it gives me Expecto Patronum vibes.

Except her safety is Kate.

Allison is now lying her ass off about why she was at the Preserve rather than with Lydia and Kate’s questioning her hard.

I had forgotten about Jackson. The van exploded by the way as the police came into the parking lot. He feels momentarily guilty about Cassie then he promptly passes out, which honestly I don’t blame him for. He’s had a shitty day.

Meanwhile back at Werewolf Rumble Derek is able to bring Scott back to himself and just as they begin to try to escape they accidentally do the memory ritual via Derek’s claws accidentally slicing Scott’s wrist and you know what? I don’t care anymore.

We get one last flashback to Derek and Laura post fire. They’re at their burned home and insane with grief. In the remains Derek finds that stupid ring he gave Kate because she’s so evil and terrible. Like. Fucking hell.

We cut to Jackson being taken to the hospital and Lydia ignoring the paramedics to ride with him. He feels guilty about Cassie’s death and tries to convince himself there was nothing he could do. In truth, there probably wasn’t. He ends up wondering if Bailey had really known about his biological father.

Allison at this point does in fact find it sus that Kate just happened to be out driving to the fire but she doesn’t examine anything too closely yet as she finds Scott and Stiles. She’s relieved that Scott's okay.

The book ends with Derek watching the scene from afar. Kate catches his eye and taunts him one last time because of course Kate does. Derek doesn’t respond.

The final line is kind of baller though. “There are more of us, bent on payback. And domination. And death. And we are coming.”

Some parting thoughts:

I remember mostly enjoying this book back when I first read it upon it's release in 2012. I think it's because I was so thirsty for more backstory on the characters and more adventures in the world.

There's a post somewhere on my blog about the book somewhere but re-reading ten years later I was definitely more critical of it and found it to be a frustrating endeavor. Maybe it's because I'm older or maybe it's because the show is over.

Largely I think it's because the book itself had no real resolution. It couldn't but I'll explain that later.

Even if there's reason for the open-ended nature of the novel it's still genuinely frustrating especially because this is a stand alone novel with no follow up.

I thought there were too many flashbacks and not enough time spent on the actual plot. Jackson is the entire plot yet we spend very little time with him in the book and he never actually interacts with the main cast except with Lydia through a text. Fucking wild. Some of Jackson's best character stuff is when he's bouncing off the other characters so it was a real shame he didn't interact with them.

The biggest issue I have though is with Derek's characterization. It just doesn't even seem like Derek to me even early season 1 Derek. The whole human slander isn't ever a thing with him.

I loathed how Laura was handled. The information we have on Laura doesn't even fill a thimble but I'd rather not know a damn thing than this version where she said the word "mateable" and isn't all that bothered by her sixteen year old brother being involved with not only an older woman but a teacher that has authority over him. Her reaction shuts Derek down so he no longer expresses his misgivings. I couldn't tell if this was on purpose or not.

I also didn't like how Stiles felt like the unfavorite here. Holder, I think had a decent grasp of his voice, but not how others reacted to him.

I also have mixed feelings about the world building Holder did via the werewolves. There were aspects I did like but overall I found it too heavy handed and too patriarchal. I think the direction the show took it was better. Talia Hale is a much better and more interesting choice.

I still do not understand why this book was commissioned at all. It isn't canon and it doesn't even follow the plot of season 1. Basically this was a promotional tool that fell short in my opinion. A waste of Holder's talent and the reader's interest.

However, there are reasons for some of this though like I said.

Back in November when I was in the middle of the book I did some research because I was insanely curious as to why this book was written the way it was. I found Nancy Holder's website which had a contact form.

I screwed up my courage and sent her a brief message asking about why the novel only referred to the first 5 episodes while largely being it's own plot. It's very unusual for a tie in novel

She answered really quickly and while her explanation didn't surprise me it still sort of did.

Essentially she was given a lot of freedom in developing her own plot as she was instructed to not give away any spoilers for the second half of the season. Which is why there's hardly anything to do with the Alpha plot line and Peter is largely left alone.

According to Holder, she is the one who asked Jeff if she would be able to fill in Derek and Kate's backstory so that whole plot is her own creation and he told to "go for it".

I think a lot of fanon seems to possibly originate with her due to this freedom which is interesting.

She's a huge fan of Teen Wolf and I found it super endearing even if I didn't like all her writing choices.

In conclusion:

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #on fire: a teen wolf novel #heather reads #[casts this book into the fire]#look mom i completed it before the end of the year!

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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Happiness on Earth

Pairings: Jake Hangman Seresin x Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Robert Bob Floyd x F! Reader

Request: hey! i know you already have quite a few requests so take as long as you need for this! firstly before the request, i have to say i’m obsessed with your work! i was wondering if you could write a rooster x hangman x bob x reader, a bit like southern charm? Like the fluff of the watching the rain scene, im obsessed with it. if you could write more fluff like that for our favorite boys? thank you so much hun 💗💗

Summary: One thing after another keeps going wrong, when you all get caught in the rain on the way back to the truck, you all realize some times there is the need for simple things.

Warning: Cursing

“Quick!” You yelled, trying to get out of the building and to the truck, just wanting to get home. Jake gripped your hand as he tugged you forward, the skies opening up suddenly and the rain started to pour. Bradley groaned, “Nothing is going right today!” He yelled as he tugged Bob along with him.

We kept running to the truck, getting more soaked by the second. Suddenly, you slipped and fell on your butt when you were right near the truck, “UGH!” you groaned in frustration. You couldn’t help it though, a laugh started bubbling out of your throat as you thought of the situation. “What the hell are we doing?” you asked, and they stared at you, “Y/n... Sweetheart, are you okay?” Bradley asked worriedly. “I think she snapped...” Jake said in concern.

You rolled your eyes, a big smile on your face as you came to terms with everything “We’re fighting a losing battle! We keep trying to get home where we believe it is safe but we know just something else will go wrong,” you chuckled, getting up. “We don’t take any time to enjoy anything anymore! We used to love the rain! We would turn on the radio and dance!” you said, spreading your arms in the rain. “We need to get back to enjoying life! Not just living it,” you smiled. You realized if you kept letting the world get to you, you would just become miserable.

Robert laughed, pulling you into his arms, “You’re right baby,” he murmured, kissing you sweetly. Jake went to the truck and turned it on, flipping on the radio, ‘Red Dirt Road’ by Brooks & Dunn coming on. “You and your country songs Seresin,” Bradley said fondly, laughing. “What can I say? Its the next thing that reminds me of home! The first thing is your three,” he murmured.

Your face softened and you moved to kiss him, “No one would believe that you were such a softy if we told anyone,” you joked. “Well its a good thing no one us besides us four matter, huh?” Bob said as he pulled Bradley into his arms. “Our southern boys,” Bradley joked, laughing as Bob began to dance with him.

Jake pulled you into his arms, moving with you slowly to dace. He sang softly to you, pushing and pulling you both as the rain lightened up. “Happiness on Earth ain’t just for high achievers!” He sang, dipping you and causing you to giggle.

You laughed loudly as you were exchanged with Bradley, pressing up to Bobs chest, “Hi handsome,” you winked, making him chuckle as his glasses slipped down his nose. “It’s where I drank my first beer,” you both sang, all of you guys remembering your different childhoods.

How four different people managed to come together for a happy relationship often baffled you, but now it was clear that it was so worth it in the end.

He spun you, catching you as you went to slip, leaning down and kissing you. “Thank you,” he said, making you tilt your head. “Why are you thanking me Bobby?” You asked softly, “I didn’t do anything.” you told him. He chuckled, “Oh sweetheart, you did more then you know. You reminded us that we need to take the time to enjoy things again... and we’re going to. Every single day now!” He chuckled.

It was when the song ended, you all went into the truck and you were pressed against Bradley as water dripped down your faces, watching the rain in peaceful silence. Five minutes ago you all would have been sitting angrily but now you were happily pressed to each other as the heat blasted in the truck.

Sometimes you needed to be reminded that happiness is what you make out of a situation.

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sollucets · 1 month

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nine people i'd like to get to know better

i've done this tag several times over the last (checks notes) couple years???? and i do appreciate how it basically is different every time hehe. tagged by dearest @icouldhyperfixatehim & @ranchthoughts.

3 ships

these days i am thinking often and fondly of wenzhou, fate couple (myungha/yeowoon.... it's so charming that their portmanteau name is a lil pun), and aylinluna. (and jwds. they are haunting the narrative where the narrative is like my hindbrain. sorry i needed four it is what it is)

First ship

very firmly contestshipping from pokemon. i think we should bring sillier ship names like that back frankly... back in MY day we had endless names of hundreds and hundreds of silly puns that barely anyone could remember and we LIKED it

Last song

i opened my spotify and it is on unknown by nct dream, which was on the playlist liz @hoppipolla made for me while i was in the er (consider this a tag if you like hehe 💜)

Currently reading

i am not reading any real books right now. shame shame yes i know. i'll use this space to recommend some things as usual

one ongoing fic -- "on darkness" by agrazza, an ongoing bg3 dark urge/astarion longfic about the underdark with lots of fun plot. it is fully 265k right now though so i recommend consuming it in bites (lol) as i have

one finished fic -- "goodbye forever (until next time)", written anon though i think their username is in the fic notes now, the boston/nick fic of all time. historically and notably made me cry about fisting. it is ao3 locked so you need an account

one poem -- "invocation" by w.s. merman. it's very short, so here's another; "the waiting" by stephen dunn (my body was an ache, a silence)

Last movie

i really don't watch many movies. i'm going to bend the rules and allow my rewatch of the 2019 danielle brooks much ado about nothing from a couple months ago count for this slot -- go forth and find it on dailymotion but you didnt hear that from me

Currently Craving

functional painkillers. augh sorry to be a downer i do also crave the embrace of the ocean. oh i did it again uh. i crave. i crave firstkhao series gmmtv part two where are you

i will tag in @philologique & liz (body of post. get doubletagged) & @markpakin if u all like. it's not nine people but i can only be So brave you understand 💜

#rowan lore

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ourpickwickclub · 3 months

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How is he legendary? He pretty much produces for Blake and Dan+Shay

He is legendary because he has produced over 120 top 10 cm singles and over 75 cm number one hits. That’s legendary status. I can also get on the I don’t like Scott as a producer train but then I remember that he produced a lot of the songs that I like over the years. He produced Neon Moon. So many more for Faith Hill, Restless Heart, John Michael Montgomery, Brooks & Dunn, Trace Adkins, Alan Jackson, Jana Kramer, Dan + Shay, Michael Ray, Tegan Marie. I don’t think his style matches with current country music as much, but he certainly had his time. He sounds like big radio to me. And Gwen’s new album will be a tribute to yacht rock radio in a way, so I see it. Don’t absolutely love the idea of using him, but I see it.

I do like PI.

- B

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geeky-politics-46 · 11 months

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Fluffy Sinister Strange Playlist

Sinister Strange x Reader

Songs that are either referenced directly in my Fluffy Sinister Strange series, or make think of our naughty & sweet spooky boy.

I wanted to give a little snippet of some of the songs I picked for this playlist. So I've included the song title, artist, & a few lines that I feel fit the story. There are more that aren't listed here. These are just my personal faves.

"Rescue Me" by: Chris Young

This one is one pretty much all of my Marvel playlists.

"Who is gonna rescue me? Cause it sure feels krytonite how you got me on one knee with my hand out begging for mercy. What's a happy ending if I can't get the girl? What's it matter if I save the world? If you don't promise me, before you take this ring & rescue me."

"I Wish I Was The Moon" by: Neko Case

This one is for Stephen before you fell into his universe.

"Last night I dreamt I had forgotten my name. Cause I had sold my soul, but I awoke just the same. I'm so lonely. I wish I was the moon tonight."

"A Thousand Years" by: Christina Perri

I can't hear this song without bursting into tears. It's like a Disney fairytale.

"I have died every day waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid. I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more."

"Feel Again" by: JLV

"Been so long that maybe I forgot how to love. I've been running. I've been running. Somehow, you reminded me with only a touch. Make me wanna feel it again."

"At Last" by: Etta James

I firmly believe this song is overused, but it still fits very well here.

"You smiled. Oh, & then the spell was cast. Here we are in heaven. For you are mine at last."

"Ablaze" by: Alanis Morrisette

This one is for little Donna from her parents.

"To my girl, all your innocence & fire. When you reach out, I am here hell or high water. This nest is never going away. My mission is to keep the light in your eyes ablaze."

"Ain't Nothing 'Bout You" by: Brooks & Dunn

"Once I thought that love was something I could never do. Never knew that I could feel this much. But this yearning in the deep part of my heart for you is more than a reaction to your touch. It's a perfect passion, & I can't get enough."

Songs directly referenced in stories & moodboards:

"In A Different Light" by: Doug Stone

"Spooky" by: Classics IV

"Can't Help Falling In Love With You" by: Elvis Presley

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Stephen Strange Taglist: @starkiller-queen @glitterylokislut @verycollectivecreator @chatampr @lovecleastrange @wheredafandomat @mkixx @evelynrosestuff @katefullerrr @littlepinknightmare @foofarny @stygianoir @moonroyalt @saturnsbabe69 @blaxdet @blackrose-92 @ironstrange1991 @rindulacre @nancy-thompsons @wolfatheartandsoul @dangerouslittlefairy @n0obmaster-69 @oliveoilthoughts @onebatch--twobatch @yourmajesty13 @blondekel77 @lil-sweater-slut @gwephen @taramaria @sinceimetyou @slashersrus @coeurgrenadiine @cc13723things @just--a-magpie @supervengerslock @strangelockd @dont-feel-so-good-peter @kingsmanperfecthartwin @ghost-lantern @inlovewithloki16 @thefalconandthewinterwidowshield @itssmaugtheterrible @katherinemaximoff @veryfancydoilies @cute-angi @mochacake2016 @prix19 @alexfanficnook @anotheroddfish @mando-is-the-way @xourownsidee @baes-x @dreamingsmile @negar77rd @imaginesfreetotake @ppatricia34me @rougepetale @tis-vereon @divinearchangel @sherlux @hiddlechive @ginnykate @thatesqcrush @friendofplenti @yuugenmomo @holdmyowos @the-royal-petals @lokislov3 @captaincarmel164 @lucimorningst4r @mydearalmira @petalcranberry @singhfae @emotionsareforuglypeople @trappedinlimbo15 @veryladyqueen @icytrickster17 @kentucky-criedfricken @briefhandsstudenttoad @calamityismyspecialty @sinisterstrange616 @patbrdsc @trojanaurora @azu21 @massivehahaao3tree @strangesgirls

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ittyybittybaker · 10 months

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rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up, then tag ten other people

tagged by @alcego and @moondal514 !!!

Suburban Blues - The Aces [x]

Crazy in Love - Seventeen [x]

(Un)Lost - The Maine [x]

Save Me - BTS [x]

To Be Alone - Hozier [x]

Border - Years and Years [x]

Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan [x]

Amor Prohibido - Selena [x]

Neon Moon - Brooks & Dunn with Kacey Musgraves [x]

Can I Call You Tonight? - Dayglow [x]

this was fun !!! i love music and talking about it !!! my current mixes lean heavy into indie/alt pop/rock so it's fun to see some of the other stuff i listen to represented !!

no pressure tags: @jtl-fics @stabbyfoxandrew @frogkenny @enterprizing @decaflondonfog @nosjonlyzuul @dulosis @nursey-patrol @snazzy-jas-z-is-a-fan-of @kirkout and anyone else who wants to do it !!

#tag games #music #this was fun !!!!#i rarely put all my likes songs on shuffle so it was cool to see what came up #i did skip any songs by the same artist just to keep the variety alive tho

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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Okay okay okay. I know I know but hear me out

Fluffy Steve with

Just pure heart break 😘

Neon Moon

pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader

concept: Neon moonlight will help you recover from your shattered dreams.

word count: 500

warnings: poetic angst and tiny bit of fluff

a/n: @lfnr-blog-blog-blog It's like a poem and you can see the angst and a little fluff, so I hope you'll like it. I adore you, my love.

Masterlist

The entire world goes blue as soon as the sun sets on my side of town.

The liquid that coated the snifter inside caught your attention as you gently rocked it in the dim light.

You added another secret ingredient to the whiskey to calm the air.

You shed tears into the glass mixed with whiskey.

A burning throat is nothing compared to a painful memory.

It's hard to beat the glow of a neon moon at night as you look out the window.

Your eyes are shut. Your thoughts are taken up by his beautiful eyes as he watches you drown your sorrows.

The fierce thrusts against the wall, the fingers around your waist, and the deep dick inside you were his and only his. No one else has ever experienced him.

He pushes you to distraction until he's crushing you into the wall, drowning you in sensations, gasping for air, forgetting your thoughts, sorrows, nothing but his presence.

Who is to blame, his or yours?

Is there a reason why a mistake feels so good?

It was a night you dreamed of, but why do you want a dream to become a reality?

Under the moon, you dream of your mistake. You can close your eyes and see the mistake, but you can also see the love he had for you.

Burning in your body.

A kiss and a murmur of love between laced fingers With broad strokes of feeling and whirls of desire, he paints your body's lines and curves.

Your body falls numb and weakened until you are blown to ashes by his tongue, strokes, and gentle caresses.

Your nails carved into his ass and teeth marks appeared on his shoulders as he wept with pleasure.

It is not joy or pleasure that makes you cry, but rather sadness that tears away your heart's light.

You used to smile on your face, wrinkle your eyes, wrinkle your chest, giggle and giggle; now you only cry.

A kiss that leaves bruises on the lips; a stroke that whispers against the skin; and a promise that leaves the lips bleeding because the lovers who once ran free and wild have become lost in the night's darkness.

Holding the glass up to the window, you glimpsed moonlight through the black curtains, whispering into the room.

Countless tears have been shed here, in this dark and smokey chamber, and it is still glowing with the same brightness it had when you first poured it.

Those broken dreams in this room are all you had in mind when you wanted to dream with him.

The windows are tapped by your heartbeat, and you see blue eyes returning to you.

Neon moonlight will help you recover from your shattered dreams.

#la hacienda de alice ─ sleepover #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers #steve rogers angst #steve rogers drabble #steve rogers x female reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans characters #chris evans fandom #chris evans fic

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So I’m going to a music festival in august and I know it’s a while away but I’m so excited!! I went last year and I say train and brooks n Dunn omg it was so fun but it’s not really a country music festival but they do play a lot of country anyways, I think it would be so much fun If Katsuki came with me! Him in a cowboy hat and those blue jeans that fit him so well 😍 and I know I wouldn’t have to worry about rude people cause Katsuki would be there to intimidate them. Like last year We were leaving to go get drinks which means we had to navigate ourselves through the crowd and this one drunk dude legit grabbed me by the waist and was bitching about how people don’t say excuse me ((even though I was most definitely saying excuse me and sorry to everyone we pushed passed)) and this fuck head wouldn’t let me go till I apologized and I wanted so bad to stomp on his foot and punch him in the face but we were in a crowd of drunk country men and I didn’t wanna start anything so I just said “Im really sorry sir” and he finally let me go but I know if Katsuki was there that never would have happened 😭 I hope that doesn’t happen again this year though

That guy sounds like an actual asshole, I’m sorry that happened to you🥺 I’m glad it hasn’t put you off going to another!

But you know that if Bakugou was there he’d take your hand first, leading the way as you leave the crowd and even though he’s still polite- making sure not to barge people out of the way even when they’re drunk and refuse to move, he won’t take any shit from anyone.

Or imagine if you were in the crowd with your friends and Bakugou was waiting at the side for you, because he has absolutely no interest in the musician or being in the sea of people while they perform so as you’re trying to leave the crowd that happens and he sees from his spot at the side. And he doesn’t even hesitate, shoving his beer bottle into Kirishima’s chest to take it as he storms forward, eyes seeing furious red as another guy puts his hands on you like that. He’s immediately forcing his body between yours and the drunk guys as he stares him down, and it’s funny how the guy suddenly does a complete 180. “I think you should be the one apologisin’, asshole.”

#sorry it took me way too long to answer this

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@pocket-size-cthulhu

I'm making a separate post bc I kind of sent myself down a rabbit hole. I wanna clarify that I am a Big Hozier Fan and that most country music is a different lyrical ballpark entirely bc of the nature of the genre. (If I had to describe it I'd say it's more literal and storytelling than the whole, like, in-the-woods poetry thing hozier's got going on.)

Anyway I tried to find some that have the same kind of poetry to them or at least aren't about dirt roads and, like, alcoholism. (this is very hard to do there are so many songs about drowning your sorrows in alcohol. I think maybe that's a bad thing but what do I know about songwriting)

Zach Bryan - Something in the Orange

Ryan Bingham - Wolves

Deana Carter - Strawberry Wine

Chris Stapleton - Tennessee Whiskey

Brooks and Dunn - Neon Moon

Uncle Lucius - Keep The Wolves Away

Juice Newton - Angel of the Morning

Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down

The Band Perry - All Your Life

Lee Ann Womack - I Hope You Dance

Josh Turner - Would You Go With Me

I also have a few that I think just have generally clever lyrics that you probably won't enjoy very much if you don't like country music:

Rodney Atkins - If You're Going Through Hell

Sugarland - It Happens

Jessica Andrews - Who I Am

Billy Currington - People are crazy

Blake Shelton - Honeybee

Tim McGraw - Just to See You Smile

#text post #if you dont like any of these that is also fine #this is more about proving country music is about more than hot women and beer and trucks even if thats all ur gonna hear on the radio lol #also i appreciate that u asked for suggestions I love forcing music on others bc I steal other people's song tastes all the time #big reason why I'm on a punk music kick rn #and why I was super into dsbm the past few months #trying to get back into pop to spice up my regular playlist but the farthest I've gone is like. chance the rapper and kanye so getting there #i digress #I think especially the something in the orange will appeal to a hozier fan #most of these are straight picked for having pretty lyrics a la poetry so a lot of them are slow and sad #not on purpose tho thats just how country music is #also theres something to be said about how hozier is like catholic symbolism where country music is mostly protestant #so theres a lot of god gave me you the devil's out to get me instead of youre the light of my life and my sole source of divinity

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"Y/N L/N, welcome." Alex propped her leg up on the couch, wrapping her arm around her knee.

You brought the microphone to your mouth, "Thank you so much for having me! It's an honor to be here."

"No way! It's an absolute honor to have you here," She laughed, "There are a handful of points on this podcast where I feel like I'm actually doing something good, and literally the minute we had decided on a day to sit down, it feels like I've made it. I'm so excited to have you here! For those of you that do not know the absolute stunning human being sitting across from me, this is Y/N L/N, who has been taking the country music world by storm over the last couple of months. Today, we'll be talking about their new album, life in the spotlight, living like a rockstar, I'm sure, and some famous members of their entourage."

"This is a dream, Alex, thank you so much for having me. I have watched every episode of this podcast the day they have come out, I'm such a huge fan of your work and what you do, it's an absolute honor and a pleasure to be here. I cannot wait to talk so much shit with you."

Alex lets out a hearty chuckle across from you, "I feel like we have so much to talk about, first off, the new album," you nodded, "tell us about it."

"This album is my actual child, it's the first real album of my career and I feel like I worked so hard on it and I had so much help along the way and have met so many incredible people in the mean time. The album is called '365' and kinda commemorates what a year in my life used to look like. Obviously, it looks a little different now, but I wanted to keep the general basis of this album very raw and real. It draws a lot of inspiration from my childhood and has a little bit of a country twang that was largely popular around the 90s and 2000s of country music. I was very lucky to have some big names and some of my favorite people working on this album. Michael Hardy and both members of Brooks and Dunn helped me with this album and I got a lot of really good advice from people like Luke Combs, Lainey Wilson, Jordan Davis, Morgan Wallen, and Cody Johnson. I spent half of the album just learning and observing from people that I really look up to and I really appreciate their work and what they're coming out with. So, I'm really proud with how this album turned out, I definately think y'all should listen to it if you can," you turned to make eye contact with the nearest camera for the last sentence of your spiel.

Alex smiled, "So you're two CMA awards and a Grammy down, what's new, where do you go from here?"

"Oh god, tour hopefully. There's some stuff in the plans to hopefully do something before I'm due back in Michigan this summer." There was a grin on your face, knowing Alex Cooper had been dying to bring it up. Alex gasped, moving in her seat to sit with her legs crossed underneath her.

"I'm actually so glad you brought this up. I know we were talking about it and you said how you were kinda sick of talking about the album."

You let out a loud laugh, "Oh 100%. As much as I love this album and as proud of it I am, I do nothing but talk about it all week, and I've been doing that for a few months now, even before the record came out. I love it to death, but I'm actually kind of excited to talk about anything but."

"Speaking of Michigan, I really wanna talk about that."

"Oh please do."

"So you're obviously a big hockey fan," you nodded along, "and you've become very known in the hockey world as a fan. You've somehow fit yourself into the social circle of some very popular people."

"Yeah, I frequent hockey games quite often, and I've become of a next-gen-Justin-Bieber of sorts. I'm known kind of in whispers around the league, from what I'm being told, as a person to always look out for at games because I'm always at one. I love the game and I love the atmosphere."

"So we're all very aware that you're quite familiar with the so-called Hockey Royalty. Can we get into the nitty-griddy this early?"

"Absolutely! Yeah, as you said, and if the people watching don't know, I'm really close friends with the Hughes family and it actually started because they're fans of me."

"Oh no way! I didn't know that!"

"Yeah, so Jack is a massive country music fan, and I was doing a gig in Detriot, Michigan last summer during a little tour thing I was doing for a pre-album promotional thing. I didn't realize it until the last 4 or 5 songs that they were sitting front row with a good mob of their friends and family. It was really nice having them there, even if I didn't realize it until the end. So they were posting about being at the concert on their stories after they left, and they were all tagging me and stuff, so I saw, like, 8 or 9 guys that were at the game and I knew all of their names because I watch them play all the time. So I slide up on Jack's story, I think, his or Quinn's, saying like 'hey I'm so sorry, If I had any idea you guys were coming I would have invited you backstage after the show and we could have hung out!' I felt so bad that I didn't know they were there. And he responded and told me that they were at the lake house for the whole summer and if I wanted to come up for a week or so I was more than welcome to. They had room for me, it wasn't like I was going to be sharing a room with one of the boys or anything, and luckily it was the last stop on tour, so I had no where else to be. Jack was like, 'just bring a week's worth of clothes and something to swim in' and I told Jack, like, 'I don't have a car to drive out, like, I'm living on a tour bus, I don't have a way to get there.' So, I guess that when they had come down, they brought more than one car, so Jack offered to pick me up at the hotel and drive me back up to the lake house with them to spend the week."

"No way! and you went?"

"Hell yeah, I did. It's not every day you get invited to an event as exclusive and famous as the Hughes' Lake House! And even after I brought up how I was getting back to the airport the week later, he just went 'we will drive you back, you don't have to worry about a thing.' So I packed a bag and worked something out with my manager and I was hugging Quinn and Jack Hughes 45 minutes later."

"Who was more excited for you to go?"

"Oh, me, 1000%. I was so excited to go. I guess everyone else in the group had shipped out almost immediately after the show, so they were already there and playing video games when we walked through the door. Like, I know I'm well known, but I felt fucking famous walking through that door," Alex laughed, "I didn't even get to drop my bag before Jim, their dad, was offering to take my bags and yelling at one of the boys to show me where I'm sleeping, and how they had washed the sheets and EVERYTHING. Ellen, their mom, yelled at him like, 'the poor girl just walked through the door, at least let her take a breath!' and I told her it was fine, that this sort of stuff happens all the time, and Jack showed me to the room that they had reserved for me and let me unpack my bags and get situated and told me that they were thinking about doing some sort of midnight barbeque or something and might take the boat out that night but I didn't need to go if I just wanted to chill. I thanked him perfusely and told him I just really wanted a breather and how I needed to answer a few emails and stuff. He told me I could work at the kitchen island, too, if I didn't wanna feel left out. So I set up all of my chargers and unpacked and whatever and answered a few emails and comments and liked a few instagram stories at the kitchen island and talked with their parents and met some of the other guys. I never felt like I was more or less than them at any point the whole week. The whole group is so nice and never left me out of absolutely anything."

"And you went back, didn't you?"

"I did! I went the last 2.5 weeks of the summer, before they all shipped off to their respective corners of the continent. It wasn't my idea either, Quinn came up to me and was like, 'hey, the last couple weeks before we all head back to our cities is just gonna be the the three of us and KJ and Blanks if you wanna come back and hang, it'll be a lot less hectic.' So, I did. It was just the 6 of us for about half a month."

"They sound like so much fun," she turns towards the camera, "if it feels like I'm doing significantly less talking than normal, it's because I think Y/N has a really pretty voice and I just like listening to her talk."

"Stop it, you're so sweet-"

"No, it's true!" she turned back to you, "I love listening to you talk."

"I really appreciate it, is there any other nitty-gritty tell-all detail of the Hughes Boys and Friends? I have not slept with any of them, before you ask."

Alex laughed, "That's such a shame, I feel like that would make a good headline, 'Country Singer Y/N L/N Rates The Dick Down of The Entire NHL out of 10: Here's What You Need to Know!' Since we can't talk about the sex, may I ask you which one would make the best boyfriend? I'm assuming there's at least one that you feel like would be an exceptional boyfriend."

"Oh god, I think each of them each of qualities and personalities that would make them more than qualified," Alex raised an eyebrow at you, "would you like me to go through all of them?"

"Uh, yes please!"

You smiled, "Oh god where do I start. Luke Hughes, the baby of the group. Luke is very spontaneous, if anyone is going to wake up at 3am, say 'I wanna go wakeboarding' and do it, it would be Luke Hughes. He does stuff because he wants to and does not think about it, he's doing it for the plot and absolutely nothing else.

"Jack Hughes is very enthusiastic about almost anything. He's very energetic and will try and make the most out of any situation. If it's his turn to do laundry or wash the dishes, he's going to make the most out of it. There's music playing, he's dancing around, he's going to make even the most boring of shit fun. He does everything with the excitement of a toddler, even if he doesn't wanna do it.

"Quinn, oh Quinn. Quinn is by far one of the most patient people I've ever met in my life. He's also a phenomenal listener. He's amazing to talk to about anything because he can identify when you just want to rant about how much of a stupid bitch someone is versus when you want solutions about whatever problem you have. He will take his time to understand the situation and will listen to you and soak up all of the information you have to say. I was taking a class over the summer and he used to help me with homework and as much as I asked him to read over essays or to help me with assignments, he took the time and listened to me and was patient with me and helped me with anything I needed.

"Kent Johnson, oh god, I have to much to say about Kent Johnson. KJ is down for absolutey anything. If Luke comes out of his room at the ass-crack of dawn with the dumbest of decisions, KJ is the first to volunteer, he loves living life and he likes making memories, he'll dance in the kitchen with Jack, won't even help him, just there to dance around and sing along, he'll join in any pick up sport game someone wants to play, he'll grab a controller regardless of what's on the screen. He loves having fun and will jump at any opportunity to do so.

"Nick Blankenberg is the voice of reason in the group, team dad, if you will. He's incredibly wise and very intelligent- not like the others aren't, but Blanks has the type of intelligence that you would expect out of your older brother. He can be handed a situation from any of the other boys in the group and immedately outweigh all of the pros and cons and he has enough social awareness to outweigh all of the outcomes and say 'hey, maybe we shouldn't-' or 'what if we do this instead.' He has so much wisdom and he's so much fun to talk to.

"Um, Brendon Brisson, I think is who I'll go with next. Briss might not seem like it, but he's very philisophical. If I had to put money on who I think would be the most likely to find laying out in the grass at night staring at the stars wondering about the workings of the universe, it would be Briss. He loves learning about new people and what keeps the world spinning and society moving, he loves talking about what happens after you die and whether aliens exist or not or what it would be like to be sucked into a black hole. He's curious about everything and loves learning about people and loves listening to everything everyone has to say just because he finds it interesting.

"God, I don't know how I can follow that up, um, Bordy, maybe? Thomas Bordeleau is everyone's own personal hype man. If he thinks someone looks good, he WILL tell you. He's constantly dishing out compliments and constantly whistling at people and telling them how good they look. He always tells you when he likes your outfit or if a particular color looks good on you or if the fashion choice you made was good. He likes making other people feel confident and good about themselves. I know everytime I'm with Thomas I'm going to walk away feeling like a million dollars just because he loves making other people feel good about themselves.

"Owen Power is a gentle giant. He loves cuddling and he loves giving hugs. He's so peaceful to be around and has become such a safe presence in my life over the last few months. He always know what to say and he always knows when I'm in a bad mood.

"and last but not least, Matty Beniers. Matty is an absolute goof. If there's a room full of people belly-laughing it's because Matty is doing something stupid. He enjoys being the center of attention and he enjoys making everyone around him laugh. He likes making people happy. Matty can turn any situation into an enjoyable one, he's the life of the party and he thrives on laughter and making everyone around him laugh.

"That was a lot am I missing anyone?"

"Trevor and Cole?" Alex leaned forward a little, adjusting the pillow behind her back.

"Oh my god how could I forget them! Trevor Zegras has so much personality, he brightens every room he walks into. He's always smiling and always happy and he has the most infectious laughter. Cole Caufield is the best shit talker. Cole Caufield loves a good bit of gossip and will eat it up."

"That's beautiful. Well, Y/N I just wanna thank you again for being here, it was an absolute pleasure. Maybe we'll get to do this after every album drop."

"Oh we absolutely should! Thank you so much for having me here, Alex. I'm excited for the shit-talk session that happens after we shut the camera off."

"You are the absolute best, does this make us best friends?"

"I think it does. I'm pretty sure we're best friends."

Alex laughs, "Anyways, go follow Y/N on all of her social media, it's just Y/N.L/N, isn't it?" You nod, "Go show her all of the love, Y/N, thank you so much for being here."

"God, I love you so much."

"Girl, I love you, too!"

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