Sorry for it being so late, took a while to make! (^-^;)
However it is here and it is made to be functional for more variety of fics! This year’s events are made to be used for platonic relationships, romantic relationships, for the new relationship and the established relationships! For those in a modern, historical, or fantasy settings! We really hope it covers as many ships as possible!
We have 10 alternative prompts, 8 to replace the week trip and 2 extras as you’d like! Feel free to swap days as well if you’d like, but we did try to be more flexible between types of events.
Here is the list typed out for easier readings!
Day 1: Meet Cute - First meet up of the month! Whether it’s the first time meeting or just at work, tis cute!
Day 2: Coffee Meet up - Meet up for a cup of coffee! Whether it’s a date or just routine, get a warm drink!
Day 3: Chitty Chat - Get to know each other or just talk about the day and plans!
Day 4: Thrifting - Find items for each other or make up stories about the items! Can be fun either way!
Day 5: Grocery Shopping - Meet up at the grocery store, or go shopping together for a meal!
Day 6: Netflix & Chill - For the non-modern settings, do a poetry or story telling at home over a meal!
Day 7: Playing in the Snow - Go outside, play in the snow or touch grass! Have fun outdoors for a bit!
Day 8: Late Night Call/Conversation - Late Night conversation as they get ready for bed or trouble sleeping!
Day 9: Monday Market - Spring Market! Get seeds, face painted, new jewelry or bag, art crafts too!
Day 10: Free Day! - Activity of your choosing! Baking, Painting, Fencing, balls in your court!
Day 11: Mid Day Movie - Go see a movie/play in the middle of the day, better seats that way!
Day 12: (Insert Special Interest) Shopping - Take the other shopping for their hobby! Books, crafts, or knife
Day 13: Parallel Play - Same space, different activities! One can read while the other games or anything else
Day 14: Date Night;Happy Valentines Day - Go to a favorite restaurant, arcade, fair grounds, or stargaze!
Day 15: Cozy Morning - Nice Slow morning to a nice slow day, spend time together and enjoy it!
Day 16: Mall Trip/Lunch -Go window shopping or stroll through the shopping district! Also grab a bite of food
Day 17: Game Night - Video games, card games, Board games, Charades, I-Spy, play games, and invite friends!
Day 18: Walk in the Park (Aka:Picnic Day) - Walk in the park, swing on the swings, walk by the creek, picnic!
Day 19: Cozy Night In - Make Dinner Together, have a good meal with one another or the family, peaceful night
Day 20: Going to a Show - Go see a Comedy Show or Magic Show! Or a Broadway musical! Fun Night on the town!
Day 21: Packing & Prepping for the Trip - Make sure everyone has everything they need! It’s a week long trip!
Day 22: Road Trip!!! - Get going in the car, cart, or on horse back, play some games or sing tunes as you go!
Day 23: Hotel/Inn/Tavern Settling In - Whoo that was a long trip, take some time to wind down and relax!
Day 24: Explore the Area - Walk around, explore the town, Find things to do and have fun!
Day 25: Scenic Ride - Train Ride or Horse Ride through the mountains and beaches, sunsets are magical now
Day 26: Tavern/Inn/Bar Revelry - Dancing, Drinking, Singing, Food, a night of fun and relaxing, enjoy!
Day 27: Hike/Nature Walk - Go on a Hike or take a walk through nature! Stroll along the beach or flower field
Day 28: Trip Back - The trip has ended, the new month on the horizon, thank you for joining us on this magical ride!
:Alternatives:
Alt 1: Spring Cleaning - Spring is coming, time to clean! Get rid of the old air and burp the home!
Alt 2: Emotional Support - Partner is going through finales, they need some TLC
Alt 3: Big Craft! - Barn Raising, Garden bed making, Campsite, Legos, Puzzle, have fun!
Alt 4: Festival Day! - Festival is here! Have fun and run around!
Alt 5: Laundry Day - More cleaning to be done, laundry can be fun though!
Alt 6: Furry and Otherwise Companions - Pet Day! Take dogs for a walk or dragons for a fly!
Alt 7: Pottery Class - Take a pottery class, make mugs or jugs for the other!
Alt 8: Meet the Family - Family dinner or family event, fun chaos may ensue
Alt 9: Garden Walk - Talk a walk through the garden just beginning to grow
Alt 10: Boat Ride - Go for a boat ride on a ferry, row boat, or even a swan boat!
@timkonfluffweek Day 8: Free Day
@fluffruaryprompts Day 4: Thrifting + Day 15: Cozy Morning
@monthlywritingchallenges February Tag Challenge: Established relationships + Domestic fluff
2.7k words || (He/him) Nonbinary Kon, because I'm now obsessed with this idea || Literally just snippets of them being domestic and soft as they shop
10:00 AM
Tim shifted at the feeling of lips trailing down his shoulder, a heavy arm around his waist anchoring him to the soft bed, with fingers tracing patterns softly into his back. A firm chest breathed in time with his, a soothing rocking motion that guided him further back to sleep, and the shared warmth between bodies made him sigh and nuzzle further into his pillow.
If Kon’s goal was to wake him up, he was failing miserably. Not even the promise of caffeine could drag Tim away from how comfy he felt, buried beneath piles of blankets with Kon’s warmth and smell surrounding him.
Kon’s chest rumbled with the vibrations of his chuckle, Tim’s nose scrunching when he tried peeling Tim away from the burning furnace that was Kon’s body. “Come on Wonder,” Kon whispered into Tim’s hair when that failed, breath ruffling his dark strands as TTK started peeling the blankets off and away from Tim’s clumsy reach. “We’re already behind with today’s plans.”
Tim whined in retaliation, eyes peeking open in what he hoped was a menacing glare. Kon only smiled fondly at the sight, leaning closer to kiss him on the lips, slow and gentle as Tim’s brain latched to the familiar sensations as Kon’s mouth on his.
“You promised me,” the words were mumbled against his lips, a cruel reminder that only made Tim slump more into the mattress. “Up and at 'em, we have a busy day today.” Tim closed his eyes when the curtains were opened to let the sunlight further into the room, focusing on the sound of Kon walking through the space with drawers opening.
“Why did I agree to this?” Tim muttered, voice low and a little croaky, which indicated he needed water before attempting to speak more.
There was the sound of the sink turning on, and Tim mourned the loss of his sleep. Now that he is conscious enough to hold a conversation, he won’t be able to fall back asleep.
He got up with a small stretch that caused a satisfying whine, wiping at his eyes in an attempt to wake himself further.
“Because you love me,” Kon replied as he walked back in with a glass of water, still in his boxers but one of Tim's old shirts thrown on. Tim hummed a thanks as he accepted the glass, gulping down the water and trying not to let it trickle down his throat. “And you know how much I love shopping with you.”
“You mean you love my money.”
“And don’t you forget it,” Kon joked with a wink. Tim watched him head to the closet, eyeing the shape of his butt a little helplessly. God, he loves Kon so much.
“Is there anything we need to pick up while we’re out and about?” Kon called out, the sounds of hangers moving pausing as he considered his options. “You said we need to do grocery shopping soon, yeah?”
Tim got up and opened a drawer. Unlike Kon, he didn’t usually put that much effort into his outfits. For simple days like this, a simple hoodie and some pants work just fine. “We’re running a little low on some items, but we can do it after your store,” Tim affirmed as he changed out of his shorts and put on blue jeans.
“I’m guessing you made a list,” Kon didn’t even ask, already assuming because Tim always made lists.
“Mhm,” Tim replied as he looked for his GSU hoodie, something Steph got him as a gag gift. Except Tim really appreciated the thought, so it backfired on her. “I was thinking we can always stop by the media store next to your thrift store.”
Tim found the dark hoodie with a loud hmph, slipping it on and sighing at its bulky size. Steph didn’t even try to get it in Tim’s size, but that’s the thing that Tim loved about it. It made him feel like a child, but in a good way. Comforting, as if this was something that belonged to Bruce.
He turned around to find Kon wearing a black crop top that fit tight against his abs and muscles, his happy trail peeking like a tempting sin. He wore chino joggers, comfy but easy to change, and Tim swears his brain stuttered and restarted with the blue screen of a failing computer. Simple outfit or not, his partner will always be hot.
His face flushed at Kin’s sultry expression, and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Kon’s waist. “You’re trying to kill me,” he nibbled at Kon’s lips, pinching the taller man’s hips when his smile widened.
Kon squeezed his hips, love and adoration clear in his cyan eyes. Tim could easily get lost gazing into them. “We’ll head out after breakfast, okay with you?”
12:00 PM
Tim glanced up from his phone when Kon stepped out of the stall to show him the last outfit.
They’ve been at this one store for about two and a half hours. The first half was Kon looking between racks of clothing, trying to see if something would fit his build and if something needed some classic DIY love.
Tim, being someone who grew up rich, never truly saw the appeal of thrifting. But this was something Kon loved. The challenge of finding something good at the stores, the creativity needed to plan outfits and designs, the specialized skill of picking out the most horrendous design, and seeing potential in its pattern or texture.
Kon looked conflicted when he stepped out in a red cocktail dress full of lace, the sleeves cutting before his shoulders in a way that resembled ruffles and accentuate its vintage look, and tight-fitting in a way that accentuated his legs and butt nicely. However, as pretty as it was, the dress itself wasn’t Kon’s style.
“I was really hoping this would be a good one,” Kon muttered more to himself than Tim. “I really liked the shade.”
Tim tilted his head, trying not to yawn as his energy started crashing from staying still for so long. “You don’t think you can use the lace for anything?”
“Nah,” Kon twisted himself in the mirror, as if the new angle would make him love the dress more. “Not comfortable enough messing with lace.”
Tim opened his phone again, humming when Kon planted a kiss on his head. “Let me pay, and then we can head to a cafe close by.”
“I can pay instead,” Tim offered, but Kon shook his head in reply.
He reached out to squeeze Tim’s hands, an apology for taking as long as he did. Tim squeezed back, truly not minding.
12:40 PM
Tim sighed when Kon leaned over to take a sip out of his drink. “How many times are you going to do that?” He pouted as this was the fifth time Kon had done this, as if Tim didn’t ask if he also wanted something to drink from the cafe.
Kon squeezed his fingers from where he held them in the pockets of Tim’s hoodie, keeping them warm with his body heat. Kon always ran hot thanks to his Kryptonian biology, and while Tim loves this about Kon, that doesn’t mean this is a reasonable trade for his tea.
“Shouldn’t have bought something with peppermint then,” Kon teased, stealing another sip before Tim could shove his face away.
Tim pinched him on the hand, then rubbed the mark with his thumb. With Kon’s invulnerability, it won’t even turn pink, but Tim still wanted to soothe the touch. “You’re an ass.”
Kon leaned down to kiss him, and Tim hummed when Kon used his TTK to tug him closer, an invisible hand running down his hair and cupping the back of his neck, soothing and cool to the touch.
“Are we looking for anything specific at the media store?”
Tim shook his head. “Just wanted to window shop. Will you let me know if there’s anything that catches your eye?”
Kon shook his head, exasperated by Tim’s insistence on buying everything today. “How ‘bout this,” the words were drawled in that good-hearted Kansas accent. Kon always spoke with an accent when thinking of the Kent farm and the family he made there with Ma and Pa, usually faint enough that most don't catch it. “Help me find something for Ma, and I’ll let you buy that.”
Tim smiled at the compromise. “Deal.”
1:20
“What’d you got there?” Kon leaned his head over Tim’s, arms wrapping around his waist to anchor him there. In response, Tim leaned onto Kon’s chest, tilting the book up for Kon to look.
“You know how Jason and Damian have that book club thing?”
“Oh, they’re still doing that?” Kon replied. “I think I remember Jon mentioning that a while back.”
Tim hummed. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard them talk about it.”
“Is that what that’s for?” Kon nodded his head, bringing his hand up to trace the book’s title. The words were crooked, the pressure changing to replicate handwriting in pen, with a picture of a muddy road surrounded by the outskirts of trees and bushes.
Despite popular belief, Tim was not a reader. He was the stereotypical math and science nerd, caring more for data and numbers than abstract themes and metaphors. Jason teases him and Dick about this all the time, citing that he and Damian were the only cultured people in the manor. Dick always hit back that Jason was just jealous that he was the only theater kid in the family.
Despite this, Tim knew the importance of literature and the arts. While he could never find enjoyment in reading, he knew how important the club was for Jason and Damian. It was a way for them to connect without being direct, a way to discuss thoughts and connections in a way that the rest of the family could never really understand.
It was tough finding books for them, though, with Jason reading books as if he needed them to breathe, and Damian with his picky ego making it hard to predict what he would like without the gift being disguised as a test of intelligence. But they both like reading various classics, hence the copy of As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner in Tim’s hands.
He hasn't touched the book since middle school, but he remembers themes of morality and existence, alienation and dysfunctional family dynamics, suffering, and hypocrisy. There was the chance that Jason had already read this, but…
“I don’t know,” Tim mumbled. “Feels kinda stupid trying to get something for them.”
“It’s not stupid,” Kon reassured, nuzzling the back of Tim’s head. “I think it’s nice. Thinking of them like that.”
Tim had nothing to say to that, except that, as much as Clark was a great hero, there will always be a bitter part of him that hates Clark's inaction towards Kon. It was the same bitter part that hated his parents neglect, understanding as to why but never able to comprehend the how.
“Did you find something for Mrs. Kent?” he squeezed a hand on Kon’s arm around him, letting the taller man maneuver the book into his own hands. Looks like they’re buying the book after all.
“Ma will have your head if she knows you still refer to her by her last name,” Kon chided lightly, the sound of him kissing Tim’s cheek loudly ruining any reprimand. “Do you remember how she mentioned that she lost her only CD of Billie Holiday?”
“The one that Rebecca lost back when she hosted a get-together at the old youth center?”
Kon reached for his pocket, and there was a brief tapping sound of nails hitting plastic as he tapped the album. “The very same one!” Kon shook the case in front of Tim’s face, laughing as Tim ended up cross-eyed from the closeness.
"Rebecca lost it, what, eight years ago?”
“Pretty sure that was the last time anyone has let Rebecca borrow anything.”
Tim nodded. “She already was making a reputation from it. Not surprising that was one of the last straws for everyone else.”
Kon hummed, putting CD on top of Tim's book. “Anything else you want to look at?”
Tim shook his head. “Let’s go pay, and then head for the groceries.”
4:00 PM
“Tim,” Kon calls out, voice weak from where he has his head in the fridge.
Tim pauses from where he’s trying to store canned foods in the pantry, a can of tomato sauce in his hands as he tries not to sweat. Please don’t say Kon spotted Tim’s stash of Zesti cans, please. “Yes?” He tries to tilt his voice sweetly. Innocent, if someone didn’t know him well. Kon knows him too well.
Kon barrels forward, no hesitation for shattering Tim’s heart. Tim turns his head to see Kon leaning against the doorframe, a Zetsi resting in his hand. Tim licks his lips, eyes sweeping to Kon’s and the can, debating if he can outmaneuver a being with superspeed.
“Pretty sure Alfred said you aren’t allowed any of these for the next two weeks.”
Tim steps closer, angling his head to look at Kon through his eyelashes. It always makes the Kryptonian weak, seeing piercing blue eyes look up at him through long lashes. “Alfred doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
Kon exhales through his nose, hands lowering. Tim tries not to smirk. “Tim, I was there when Leslie and Alfred came to that agreement. Are you seriously questioning a doctor’s orders?”
It wouldn’t be the first time the bats don’t follow Leslie’s words. “It was a recommendation, not anything serious.”
Kon just stared at him in disbelief. Tim took the chance to snag forward, fingertips brushing the cold metal before Kon moved across the kitchen’s island. “Let’s make a deal!” Tim rushed out before Kon could say anything, “Please, love.”
Kon sighed at the blatant manipulation, and Tim's smile widened. “Honey bun, sweetheart, babe, my soulmate and love of my life—”
“Ok!” Kon chuckled out, a blush creeping over his cheeks. Tim wanted to run his hands on Kon's face, kissing and biting to see the blush grow. “What’s your proposition?”
Tim shuffled closer, wrapping his arms around Kon’s waist. “Let me keep the Zetsi’s, and you can monitor how much I drink.”
Kon put the drink down on the counter when Tim stepped further into his space, and now he was twisting the fabric of Tim’s shirt, his warm hands brushing against Tim’s sides. “Two cans a week?” He tried bargaining.
Tim gave him an unimpressed stare, daring him to try haggling to that extreme. They both know that if Tim doesn’t verbally agree with this deal, then he will stash them somewhere else. X-ray vision or not, Tim will find a way for Kon to never find them.
Tim leaned closer to Kon, chapped lips brushing over plump ones. Not a kiss, but close to one, depending on how these next minutes go. “A pack every week.”
Kon hummed. He wasn’t falling for Tim’s tricks anymore, causing Tim to pout; stupid partner and his stubborn consideration for Tim's health and well-being.
Kon kissed the corner of Tim’s mouth, bringing his hands up to scratch at the back of Tim’s skull. Tim melted in the touch, sagging like a kitten getting head scratches. Yeah, guess he can’t be too upset at Kon. Maybe he was becoming a little too dependent on energy drinks this month, but whatever. He’s never admitting to this.
“How about half a package every week?” Kon didn’t even try to suggest this offer, already knowing he won.
Tim kissed his lips; soft and slow, gentle and heartwarming. “You’re lucky I love you.”
Kon smiled into the kiss, hands moving to cup Tim’s cheeks, rubbing at the skin in a soothing gesture. “How about I make your favorite today? We finally have cheese to make burgers.”
“Hm,” Tim considered this. As much as he loves Kon’s cooking, he was still feeling a bit petty. “Nah, let’s order pizzas.”
Kon groaned, head thumping gently against Tim’s. “Does it have to be with that atrocious order of yours?”
Tim’s chest felt light and giddy. Eyes crinkling from his smile, Tim only laughed at Kon’s response. “You know it, clone boy. Come on, I thought you loved me?”
Kon thwacked Tim’s shoulder, the impact gentle enough that Tim barely felt it. “You have horrible taste buds, and literally everyone agrees to this.”
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor & Donna Noble, Fourteenth Doctor/Donna Noble, Fourteenth Doctor & Donna Noble
Characters: Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Lance Bennett, Fourteenth Doctor (Doctor Who)
Additional Tags: Fluff, prompts, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, fluffruary prompt month 2026, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss
Summary:
Fluffrary challenge where I write anything and everything I possibly can and try not to press myself about it
Chapters are unrelated unless otherwise stated
Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor & Donna Noble, Fourteenth Doctor/Donna Noble, Fourteenth Doctor & Donna Noble
Characters: Donna Noble, Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Lance Bennett, Fourteenth Doctor (Doctor Who)
Additional Tags: Fluff, prompts, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, fluffruary prompt month 2026, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
Summary:
Fluffrary challenge where I write anything and everything I possibly can and try not to press myself about it
Chapters are unrelated unless otherwise stated
Boomhauer returns to Arlen, and Dale meets him at the airport. (Aug. 16)
Fandom: King of the Hill
Relationship: Jeff Boomhauer/Dale Gribble
Background Relationship: Bill Dauterive/Hank Hill
Tags: 2008 (Year), Episode: s13e20 The Honeymooners, Meet-Cute
Words: 1,038
Context: Boomhauer left for Canada to visit relatives on August 1. Dale and Boomhauer have been married for about 7.5 years. Hank and Bill have been married for four years.
Prompt: Meet Cute
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78753191
The humidity sits over Arlen like a wet wool blanket, the kind of heat that makes the tarmac at the airport shimmer with mirages of gasoline and grit. Dale Gribble stands behind the security glass at the arrival gate, his reflectors shaded against the terminal's fluorescent glare. He is wearing his best high-crown Mack hat—the one without the grease stains from the Bugnebago—and a windbreaker that is entirely too heavy for the Texas summer, but necessary for the "persona" he has spent the last forty-five minutes perfecting. In his trembling hands, he clutches a sign made of neon pink poster board that reads “I ❤️ MY SOLDIER” in glitter glue, despite the fact that Boomhauer has merely been visiting cousins in Manitoba.
When the glass doors finally hiss open and the trickle of weary travelers begins to spill out, Dale’s internal radar pings. He sees the flash of a pristine, popped collar and that signature golden-tan skin that even the Canadian sun couldn't dull. Jeff Boomhauer steps into the terminal, dragging a designer suitcase that looks far too sleek for a man who spent two weeks in a cabin.
Dale doesn't just wave; he launches into the performance. He lets out a high-pitched, cinematic squeal that causes a nearby family to recoil. "Jeffy! Oh, sugar-cube! Over here! Your princess is waiting!" Dale shouts, his voice cracking into a frantic, breathy falsetto.
He begins to hop up and down with an exaggerated, girlish enthusiasm, swinging the glittery sign so violently it nearly clips an elderly man’s ear. He is channeling every romantic comedy trope they have ever scoffed at over a sixth alley beer, mocking the clingy, over-the-top reunions that usually make Boomhauer mutter something about “dang ol’ unrealistic expectations, man.”
Boomhauer stops dead in his tracks. He looks at the sign, then at the frantic man in the orange cap, and a slow, effortless smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He shakes his head, his silver watch catching the light as he adjusts the strap of his carry-on. He knows exactly what Dale is doing. It’s a bit, a defense mechanism, a way to bridge the gap of fifteen days of silence with the familiar language of irony.
"Yo, man, dang ol’ Gribble, talkin’ m‘bout crazy-ass sign, man lookin’ like a dang ol’ fool in front of everybody, Yo," Boomhauer says, his voice a low, melodic rumble that instantly cuts through the terminal noise.
Dale is about to deliver a biting retort about "the emotional needs of the modern woman," but as Boomhauer closes the distance, the script evaporates. The proximity changes everything. The scent of Boomhauer—expensive cologne mixed with the faint, cold smell of airplane upholstery and something uniquely Jeff—hits Dale like a physical weight. The mocking grin on Dale’s face falters, then softens into something raw and terrifyingly sincere.
The poster board drops to his side. The irony is gone.
As soon as Boomhauer is within arm’s reach, he doesn't wait for a punchline. He reaches out, dropping the handle of his suitcase, and pulls Dale into his space. The contact is firm and grounding. Dale’s hands, which had been so busy being frantic and performative, find their way to the small of Boomhauer’s back, clutching the expensive fabric of his shirt as if he’s checking to make sure he isn't a holographic projection sent by the UN.
"I missed you, man," Dale whispers, his voice dropping two octaves, losing the squeak and the sarcasm. He buries his face against Boomhauer’s neck, the stubble there scratching against his cheek in a way that feels like home. "The alley is too quiet, Jeff. Ever since Hank and Bill hit their four-year anniversary, they’ve been in this weird cycle of domestic tranquility that’s frankly suspicious. Hank’s polishing the grill every ten minutes just to avoid 'emotional intimacy,' and Bill’s been crying over the wedding album in the middle of the lawn. It’s a madhouse."
Boomhauer huffs a soft laugh, a vibration Dale feels in his own chest. He wraps his arms tight around Dale’s narrow shoulders, squeezing hard enough to crack a rib, or at least to let seven and a half years of marriage speak through the silence.
"Dang ol' missed you too, Dale," Boomhauer murmurs, his thumb tracing the line where Dale’s hat meets his neck. "Talkin' 'bout big ol' empty bed, man… dang ol' cold up there, yo nobody talkin' 'bout no dang ol' conspiracies at three in the mornin' just ain't right, man. Glad ol' Hank and Bill stayin' together, but dang ol' miss my own husband, yo."
They stand there for a long moment, an island of genuine, messy affection in the middle of the 2008 Saturday morning rush. Dale pulls back just an inch, his sunglasses sliding down his nose. He looks up at his husband, searching the tired lines around Boomhauer’s eyes. The mock-girlfriend persona is dead and buried; there is only the reality of a man who hasn't felt entirely whole for the first two weeks of August.
"Did you bring the Canadian cigarettes I asked for?" Dale asks, though his eyes are shiny with a sentiment he’d never admit to. "The ones with the warning labels that look like a Cronenberg film?"
Boomhauer chuckles, reaching down to reclaim his suitcase. He hooks an arm around Dale’s waist, pulling him along as they begin the walk toward the parking garage. "Got 'em in the bag, man talkin' 'bout dang ol' lung health, yo, but yeah got your weird-ass smokes, Dale."
"Excellent," Dale says, leaning his head against Boomhauer’s shoulder as they walk, oblivious to the stares of the people around them. "Now let's get out of here. I’ve got a perimeter sweep scheduled for the basement, and I’ve been holding off on the heavy lifting until my 'muscle' got back into town. Plus, Bill tried to make a 'welcome home' casserole that I need you to help me dispose of before it becomes sentient."
Boomhauer just smiles, the heat of the Texas afternoon hitting them as the automatic doors slide open, welcoming him back to the humidity, the dust, and the only man who could ever make an airport terminal feel like a sanctuary.
