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Best Scenic Drives In Arizona
Take a look at the Best Scenic Drives In Arizona to take if you want to see what makes our state a must for visiting with the Grand Canyon, Sedona, Petrified National Forest, Route 66, and more. #travel #arizonaroadtrip #Blog #scenicroadtrips
“Looking to see what the Grand Canyon state has to offer, but don’t want to get out of the car? Then you should make sure to check out the 6 best scenic drives in Arizona, USA.” When it comes to scenic beauties and worthwhile states you should visit, Arizona is usually towards the top of the list and for good reason. Most of the US states have at least one singular attraction or places that…
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Everything You Need to Visit the Great Basin National Park
The diverse landscape of Nevada's incredible Great Basin National Park is home to some of the world's oldest trees. Learn how to plan your trip to see these 4,000-year-old giants with my Great Basin National Park Guide.
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why yes, i did choose a phone with a terabyte of space for the sole purpose of taking more iggy photos and videos
#also so i can download my goddamn music#so that i don't have to drive in six hours of beautifully scenic silence down the oregon coast#captain's log#don't get me wrong the drive was lovely#would have been more lovely with some bangin tunes though#banjo bangers to be exact#oh and i can write fic on my phone again#which is how all my best fic has been written#well#either on a phone or on a laptop propped up on a piano stand and snowboard#my setup in uni was odd for sure
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Tommy is drinking alone at his and Evan's usual table, waiting for his boyfriend who says he is meeting an old friend, when he notices a handsome dark-haired man walk in. He's wearing a light khaki jacket over a dark brown v-neck tee, all over faded black jeans and hiking boots. Tommy doesn't mean to stare, but when a good-looking stranger appears in his line of sight, he's not going to pretend he isn't appreciative.
The man must've felt Tommy's observation, because his gaze locks in. There's a querying smile on his face, an eyebrow ticking up, and Tommy replies with a faint smile and a slight shake of his head.
To Tommy's surprise, the stranger walks over and takes the seat opposite Tommy. Tommy leans back into his seat, putting some distance between them. "I don't know you, do I?"
"Nah," says the man. "But you're the only friendly face I noticed when I came in, so I figured it would be less awkward to sit here than to stand in the middle of the room, looking for my friend."
He sounds like he may be from Texas, but that isn't a guarantee that he isn't living in Los Angeles - LA is the city holding people from everywhere, an amalgamation of strangers.
Bemused, Tommy scans the man again, and relaxes slightly when he notices a ring on the stranger's left hand.
"Here alone?" Tommy asks.
The man chuckles quietly. "Only for a couple of days while my husband sorts out some admin issues back home. You?"
"Waiting for my boyfriend," Tommy says. "He's supposed to be here already, but he probably got caught in traffic."
"Ugh, driving in this city is a nightmare." The stranger waves down a waiter and places an order for a whisky, neat as well as fancy branded water. "So thankful for Uber. I can't picture having to drive these streets every day."
"I like driving outside of the city," says Tommy. If he were single, he would have offered to show this handsome man some scenic views. As it is, he smiles politely and asks, "Is your friend coming soon?"
"Hopefully! I mean, all I've got is 'I'm on the way, go in first'." The man rolls his eyes. "Can't I hang here till he shows? I like having someone to chat with while waiting. I wouldn't seem so pathetic."
"Maybe we can help you get a table nearby." Tommy doesn't want to sound rude, but he is not risking Evan thinking he is flirting with another guy.
The man tilts his head and scrutinizes Tommy. "You're a good boyfriend," he remarks. "If you'd flirted with me at all, I'd have told Buck to drop you like a hot potato."
Tommy blinks in confusion and then realization. "You're the Texas TK!"
"And you're the LA edition," TK replies with a broad grin. He offers a hand and Tommy shakes it firmly. "Buck's always boasting about you. You do look a lot hotter in person, and the photo Buck sent was plenty hot already."
With an embarrassed duck of his head, Tommy says, "He always sends that one to people, I don't know why."
"Showing off, obviously." TK holds his phone to the side and his front camera is on. "Alright, smile for a we-fie. I'm gonna let Buck know I'm already here charming his man. Maybe that'll get him to teleport." He snaps a quick shot of them both, and as he types a message, he asks, "What do you recommend for a hungry visitor?"
"Lasagne. Or the carbonara, that's quite good too." Tommy slides the menu across.
Just as TK is deciding what he wants for appetizers, Evan materializes next to the table.
"I'm glad you think you can charm my boyfriend," he says, eyes twinkling, as he hugs TK and then sits beside Tommy, kissing him on the cheek, adding, "You are the best TK, by the way."
"Best?" TK asks.
Tommy shrugs. "Third one's an ex-girlfriend."
"So... Could have been, was, and is?" TK winks at Evan. "You appear to have a type, Buckley."
Evan blushes and takes the whiskey from TK's side of the table. "Let's order."
#bucktommy#tk strand#tommy kinard#evan buckley#I'm just trying something#i genuinely couldn't recall if TK drank#i knew he has substance abuse issues#anyway pretend that was for Buck
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The feminine urge to be surrounded by tall trees
#like I just feel cocooned#i need to live up north#fl doesn’t cut it#but I also always want someone to live here so I can come whenever#which mf mom will#i just live for scenic drives#and yes beach side drives are beautiful#but there’s a different vibe to snow and mountains#and I want the best of both worlds#rambles#my thoughts
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the thought of wooyoung taking you on a drive to help “clear your mind” but it ends up with him balls deep in you while you sit on his lap. he just scolds you for your whining and quiet moans
bratty dom wooyoung save me. Save me bratty dom wooyoung.
"Told you a drive would help."
Wooyoung's words barely register. You can't even think, too focused on the heat of his hands on your sides, the glint of his eyes in the late sunset, the leather of his car seats sticking to your skin. "Sh-shut up," you say, gasping when he rolls his hips up into yours. He pouts at you, but you know it's fake.
"So mean," he murmurs, sliding his hands to your back and pulling you close so you're chest to chest. "That any way to treat me? I helped you, didn't I?"
You can't think.
His cock feels too good in you, a delicious amount of pressure that fills you up. And fuck, he's got a point -- it's been a rough week, and he offered to take you on a drive; up through the mountains just to clear your head. Guess he's right there: not a single thought in your mind except for how you want more. You don't even know how long it's been since you pulled up into the scenic overview.
"Wooyoung," you sigh out, grinding against him. His breath catches and you try to commit the sound to memory. You rest your forehead on his, breathe in his cologne, catch a whiff of his shampoo. "More."
Wooyoung hums. "I don't know, baby," he responds, putting distance between the two of you just so he can move the hair out of your face. His lips are so pink, you want to kiss him again. And again. "Been awfully rude to me. Don't you think I deserve a thank you?"
Oh, this brat. You huff and open your mouth, but he offers a strong thrust right as you go to speak, the words coming out of your throat a garbled mess instead. You hands claw into his shoulder and he hisses, but you know he likes it.
"What was that? Didn't quite catch it."
He's grinning. You want nothing more than to ride him into oblivion just to prove your point, but you know how this game with Wooyoung goes -- and you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it just as much as him. With a shuddering breath, you all but plead, "t-thank you, Wooyoungie, now please --"
Wooyoung moans like he's in your position (though if you're lucky, he will be soon) and then giggles. "'Course, sweetheart," he pants, immediately holding you steady on top of him with one hand on your hip and starting a stable pace, as best he can in the backseat. His other hand makes its way up your torso until it reaches your neck, gently squeezing once he gets a grip. You swear your eyes roll all the way back into your head. "That wasn't so hard, right? Now I'm gonna make you feel so good. Let's see if you can stay quiet, hmm?"
#normal Im normal and sane and regular! Im so fucking normal#🦌.txt#���� answers#wooyoungie#ateez x reader#ateez smut#ateez wooyoung x reader#ateez wooyoung imagine#ateez wooyoung smut#jung wooyoung x reader#jung wooyoung imagine#jung wooyoung smut#wooyoung smut
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Okay, so this is a little inspired by @dazzle02's post right here. Enjoy! 🥰
"Let me move in with you," said Evan.
And.
And Tommy looked up at Evan.
Blinking.
There wasn't anything particularly special about tonight. Neither of them had that bad of a shift the day before, all things considered. It was after dinner. They were both in pajamas watching Shark Week. Besides Shark Week, there wasn't anything life-altering or important that would have made Tommy remember this lazy Thursday night.
But then again, something amazing always happened with Evan around.
Life-altering was Evan's modus operandi.
They met when Tommy was flying them into a hurricane. They got together after Evan maimed one of his best friends. Their second official date was at a last-minute hospital wedding when the original wedding had been canceled.
Dating Evan was nothing Tommy had ever experienced before.
And Tommy never wanted to stop.
"What?" Tommy laughed, not sure if he heard that right.
He was staring up at Evan. His head was in Evan's lap and Evan just - he kept playing with the curls in Tommy's hair; staring down at Tommy like he never wanted to look away from Tommy as he said, "Let me move in with you."
And it harkened back to that beer Evan still owed Tommy.
That Tommy was never going to let Evan give him. No, Tommy loved the idea of still being tied like that. To forever joke about the beer Evan still owed him.
"You want to move in with me?" asked Tommy.
And it wasn't that Tommy was against it. The moment Evan brought it up, all Tommy wanted to say was yes, yes, of course, Evan, yes.
But.
They had only been dating maybe four months at this point. Tommy wasn't against the breakneck pace Evan seemed the most comfortable in, but at the same time, that was a big decision. And that wasn't to say that Tommy didn't believe that Evan would want this, but it was always good to be absolutely sure.
"You've got a kickass garage. You've got the best beer in town. I heard a beast lives here. Why wouldn't I want to too?" asked Evan.
"Evan."
"Tommy."
Tommy snorted.
"Tommy, I hate my loft. I hate my fucking loft. I got it with my girlfriend Aly because she liked it, and then she almost immediately broke up with me. I haven't been able to decide on a damn couch in that place. I don't know why I have two balconies," said Evan, "But none of that is even why I'm offering this."
Tommy laughed.
"Offering?"
"Tommy, I - I miss you," said Evan with all his heart; a little broken.
Tommy reached out; placed a hand on Evan's cheek.
"Evan. I'm right here," said Tommy softly.
"I miss you when I wake up and you hadn't slept over. I miss you when I try out a new dish and you're not there to taste-test it. I miss seeing you just randomly reading Chef's Choice or The Dos and Donuts of Love or - or How to Find a Princess or Better Than People or The State of Us on your couch whenever I walk into your house with the key you gave me. I miss the lavender you insist on making your house smell like. I miss you when I get in my car and realize we won't be carpooling. That you won't insist on driving and I won't get to play you music as we start our drive early so we can take a scenic way to my work or yours. I just miss you. All the time. I want to fucking live in your pocket. Which is a lot. I know. But I want that. I want you. And I'm so sure you want that too."
And.
And okay, if they were being honest.
"Evan, I - I wake up and it feels empty if you're not here. If you're not sprawled on top of me when I wake up. If you're not laughing and insisting that we take a shower together. That if we do, we'll be saving water. Despite the fact that you know full well that it takes double the time with how distracted we get. I miss you when I walk up to my coffee maker and you're not there to play the 'guess how Tommy takes his coffee' game that I think you're failing on purpose at this point - "
"No, I'm not," said Evan like a liar.
"Oh, I know you are," laughed Tommy, "But I kind of love that because it's still fun. And I miss you when you're not there to get into my Mustang with that jerry-rigged contraption of yours that somehow forces Bluetooth to work on my stereo. And how you keep showing me all these new and amazing songs I never would have dreamed of finding on my own."
"People are sleeping on Kehlani," said Evan.
"Yeah. I know," agreed Tommy, "And - and I miss you when I don't get to kiss you goodbye and hear you say you'll see me after your shift. And I miss you when you're not there to pick me up or if I'm not there to pick you up and you kiss me hello and ask how my day was and tell me all about yours. And I'm not saying we need to be glued together. But I am saying that every moment I get with you makes my whole day better. My week. My month. My year. My life. And, uh. I don't know, maybe you owe me moving into my house."
Evan laughed.
"Oh, I owe you now, huh?"
"I mean, you offered. Pay up. Move in."
Evan laughed harder, leaning down to kiss Tommy. And it was an awkward angle, and the kiss was a bit messy, but it left Tommy breathless; left Tommy swimming in overwhelming yes.
"Okay. I guess I'm moving in," said Evan happily, his smile soft and so excited.
"Yeah, you are," said Tommy as he pulled Evan back into another mind-blowing kiss.
#911 abc#bucktommy#tommy kinard#evan buckley#bucktommy fic#tevan fic#tevan#kinley#kinley fic#the ally and the beast#tooth rotting fluff#established relationship#moving in
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The Perfect Match
Jason Todd x Reader
Summary: A head cannon on how Y/n is the perfect match for Jason.
Warning: this contains references to heavy topics, so if you are easily trigged, then please read at your discretion.
Masterlist - Tip Jar
Jason is one of the most complex people.
His life experience has set him up for some incredible challenges.
By the grace of god for everything that is good, you walked in and made him whole.
You were, Jason’s perfect match.
Understanding and Reliant
Jason has had an incredibly traumatic past, the death of his father and loving step-mother, becoming homeless, feeling rejected by his adoptive family, having his birth mother sacrifice him, being killed by the Joker… seriously… what HASN’T this poor man been through?
With that, Jason needs a partner who can at least, understand that he has a lot of pain to bare, and that Jason had his own unique way in processing that trauma.
Dick: “He tried to force Bruce into killing the Joker.”
Y/n: “Was it wrong of him to get someone else to do his dirty work? Yes, absolutely, however, the Joker did kill him and his mother… need I say more?”
Damian: “He kills criminals- not turning them into Arkham as we are required to.”
Y/n: “Firstly… hypocrisy. Secondly, Arkham is fundamentally broken and objectively not effective as we have established numerous times. Jason has found a permanent solution to criminals who hurt without cause or resolution.”
Tim: “You’re literally excusing his actions.”
Y/n: “I’m not saying I agree with everything Jason has done, but I can understand why Jason has done what he did and why he thinks that way. Agreeing and understanding are completely different words.”
Jason sitting smuggly with his arms crossed.
Jason: “Yeah! Tell them off babe.”
Jason at times feels like you’re the only person who understands him.
But even more so, Jason loves that you defend him in front of others with unwavering support.
But in private you reason with him gently.
Y/n: “Baby, I see why you feel Bruce should’ve avenged your death, but it’s just not part of his philosophies, punishing him for someone else’s crime wasn’t fair… you really should apologise for torturing him, I truely believe Bruce was doing what he thought was best.”
Jason: “… I’ll think about it.”
Loyalty
Jason has severe abandonment issues.
His father and step-mother dying in quick succession, with no extended family willing to take him in.
Meeting his bio-mother, who bargained her own life in exchange for Jason’s. Which Jason graciously accepted despite how undeserving it was.
Bruce ‘replacing’ him quickly after with Tim.
Bruce not avenging his death with the Joker.
Jason was constantly making sacrifices for others and as far as he was concerned
No one returned the favour.
So Jason really values loyalty to the highest degree.
As he believes it’s a rare trait.
Your unwavering love and support is everything Jason could’ve asked for and more.
However…
Jason: “Would you leave me if I ever cheat on you.”
Y/n: “Yes, absolutely.”
Jason: 😲
Y/n: 😐
Communication Skills
Jason, is generally, horrible at communicating his feelings and needs.
His feelings are expressed through action. Not words.
This can often be frustrating but this just means you have to come up with creative ways in which Jason can express himself.
Jason: “Fuck, fuck, fuck everything is fucked!”
Y/n: “Common grumpy pants, let’s go for a drive.”
You’ll often drive Jason to scenic places and you’ll both wonder around in silence before you take him home snuggle up and just watch a movie.
You do all the right things without being asked.
You know what he’s trying to say without him saying a word.
You know that the last thing Jason needs, is to explain himself.
All he needs is reassurance.
Which you do perfectly.
Supportive in his Endeavours
Jason has a … unique take on justice.
He is the lawyer, judge and executioner.
If he finds a criminal guilty of a heinous crime and said criminal is not sorry.
Then that criminal is typically never heard from again.
Whilst you may or may not agree, you both have a burning passion for the betterment of your community.
Don’t forget you both call Gotham your home.
Jason just loves how passionate you are at making the city better for everyone.
His focus is on cleaning up the crime whilst yours is to build a better foundation to better your community and home.
Jason loves that you hold the same values as his own.
#dc x reader#dc imagine#batboys#batboys imagine#batboys x reader#Jason Todd x reader#Jason Todd imagine#jason todd headcanon#red hood x reader#red hood imagine#batfam x reader#batfam imagine
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✮⋆˙𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓐𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼 ✮⋆˙
Jujutsu Kaisen men x f!reader The type of aesthetic you guys are and the type of bf they are⋆.˚
includes- megumi, yuuji, gojo, inumaki, yuuta, nanami, geto, choso, toji
Megumi Fushiguro- calm bf! gentle and cuddle lover! will give you spontaneous compliments and forehead kisses! protective af! stoic infront of others, but will open up only to you! will let you play with his dogs!
Ideal date- library and café dates
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Yuuji Itadori- your personal hype boy! cracks the funniest jokes ever! very very very loyal! will cuddle with you under the blanket when you watch human earthworm 4 with him! will give you the best back hugs!
Ideal date- movie night and amusement park dates
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Satoru Gojo- charming bf! heck a lot annoying! teases you A LOT! tells every single person that you're dating him and that you're his! brings back souvenirs after missions! tries to impress you all the time! you are his partner in crime!
Ideal date- picnic and dinner dates
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Toge Inumaki- nonchalant bf! looks quiet but is a crackhead! gaming with you! gives you anime recommendations! kind of a perv! says the funniest stuff with a straight face! will kiss you when you're not looking! your best boy!
Ideal date- gaming and bowling dates
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Yuuta Okkotsu- attentive! LOVES buying you flowers! you guys have a matching couple ring! is really really caring! loves to pamper you! he's super shyy! very cute! peppers you with sweet little kisses on your face!
Ideal date- stargazing and hiking dates
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Kento Nanami- husband material! amazing listener! helps solve your problems! will bake you the most delicious cakes! loves to cook for you! will give you the warmest hug after a long day of work! will open to you slowly! the sweetest bf ever!
Ideal date- prefers home dates, museum dates
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Suguru Geto- possessive af! very romantic! will act all rough infront of others and as soon as he sees you, he calms down! will carry you bridal style to your bed and tuck you in! will tease you a lot! loves it when you run your hands through his hair!
Ideal date- playing boardgames and scenic drive dates
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Choso Kamo- will comfort you! super emotional! gets super jealous sometimes! will never leave your side! will get super flustered when you call him cute nicknames! will give you the best comfort hugs! super protective!
Ideal date- aquarium and arcade dates
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Toji Fushiguro- affectionate bf! super into pda and doesn't care about what others think! aggressive yet gentle! comes off too harsh sometimes but then apologizes to you! very very observant! loves to kiss you everywhere! will ruffle your hair while you snuggle with him!
Ideal date- stay at home dates and movie theatre dates
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(All images taken from Pinterest)
( I do not own any of the images. All rights and credits to the owners )
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#মহাখালী থেকে নাখালপাড়া রেলক্রসিং#প্রধানমন্ত্রীর কার্যালয় রোড#Best scenic drives#Top road trip destinations#Beautiful countryside roads#Coolest highways in the world#Most scenic coastal drives#Mountain roads with best views#Greatest national park drives#Epic road trips to take#Best back roads to explore#Unforgettable road trips to take#honda#speed#instagram#writter#youtube#facebook#motorcycle#motorbike#trending#Youtube
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Like An American 𓍼 𓇢𓆸
pairing: jack schlossberg x reader
summary: after a treacherous weekend of paddle boarding along the scenic shores of manhattan and viscose shorts that rid up far too high due to the water, you drag your husband to a Hamptons pilates class, and get far more of a workout than you bargained for.
taglist: @remotewatch @bloxholden35 @kennediva @h-l-vlovesvintage @absurdlyvintage @chemicalw0rld @fortheloveofjos @kimcrystal123 @astro-vibes-bro @tsloverr-13
warnings: (tasteful, classy, anaïs nin pilled) smut, 18+ only, implied age gap, soft petting, words of affirmation, soft aftercare, slapping, unprotected intimacy, biting, back rubs
'drive fast, i can almost taste it now,
You apathetically scroll your manicured, chanel hand-creamed ( a gift from jack himself ) hand through instagram reals and shortly abandon that effort as soon as you feel your brain being numbed by the drivel common on instagram at the current impasse. Your attention abandons that activity for a much more fulfilling escape: that of observing your husband of 2 months, jack, setting up a joint pilates appointment for the two of you with the women upfront, dressed in chic linens only truly observed in all their glory on a women summering in amagansett.
L.A., i don't even have to fake it now,
You gather yourself and sway over to the counter and offer to pay, in the effort of lifting your wallet your steel robot keychain sways slightly before resuming its residence resting by your small leather card holder. Jack looks at you, in a passive yet horrified glance and delicately waves your cards away and places a hand by the nape of your neck. Murmuring to "never worry about that sort of thing around him" in his instantly recognisable accent and cadence.
As he resumes his conversation with the girl organising your shared class, jack continually and gently circles the baby hairs at the base of your neck. Some he would perform a zig-zag motion along the base of your scalp, and other's he would gently caress the baby hairs, not failing to continue his trail to the middle of your neck.
You're like so sick, everybody said it,
It may be because of this delightful pseudo scalp-massage that you nearly don't pick up on the blatant flirting coming from the girl across from you, directed at jack. Even in an effort to catch her eyes, hers are completely fixated on that of your husband's, the gall of some people! You see her taking quick clipped glances at his 6.0 frame, dressed in hand-me-downs gifted to him by his great aunt back in the fall of 2019 (is it really classified as "hand-me-downs" if the pieces of old clothing are Loro Piana and Brunello Cucinelli?)
You're way ahead of the trend, ge-get it,
Due to Jack's parentage and familial connections you had always, to ebbing extents, had been a public figure whenever you stepped outside with Jack. Some crazed paparazzi had even papped you guys entering a jazz bar reconstructed from a prohibition speakeasy in the west village in 2019. This caused slight public fan-fare over niche twitter and instagram communities, many likening it to the glossy nineteen-nighties candids of John F. Kennedy Jr and his wife Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy. But as of 2024 being an election year, and an important decade-defining one at that, the interest around Jack had reached an almost fever pitch. Not only did you wake up to a phone-breaking amount of follower requests on instagram since jack's appearance during the democratic national convention, but your once small, curated following on TikTok had blossomed from a petite fig tree, to a unruly and domineering monstera. Despite this you attempted to take this change in your stride and continued business as usual.
Elvis is the best, hell yes,
As the girl confirms your appointment she asks you to wait a few moments in the lounge to allow the instructors time to adequately prepare the room. You both saunter over to a particularly comfortable-looking linen settee in the back of the room, a hand securely placed along your back by jack.
"You know I can't believe you made me sign up for this, i'll be as graceful as a hippo on a ballet barré and you know so!" Jack chuckles out sarcastically, in such a tone that gives away his true ill-advised confidence at mastering the art of pilates. An activity that since your water paddle-boarding escapes around manhattan's greatest shores, you had been dying to have him try his hand at it at least once.
"You shouldn't knock it until you try it, jack. I promise you'll adore it--or you won't and you'll completely resent it until the day you die. It's just a game of chance really." This instigates you into preparing jack for what he's about to walk into, you start with showing him so low-impact pilates videos you'd saved to your camera roll. He replies with boastful comments sliced in with moments of disbelief at how people could contort their own bodies into such positions.
A pilates instructor by the name of Anya, politely tells us that the room is ready and that instructor Zoe is ready to begin the session whenever they are.
The room, being that the property was in the east Hamptons, had gorgeous, sprawling views of the main beach shore line. The studio was surround by white wooden shiplap, adorned with antique yet charming looking prints of deers and lambs frolicking in a garden so beautiful it had to be painted from the depths of an artist's imagination. Before the couple could even take in the beautiful studio, a very upbeat Zoe bounded into the room not unlike to the excitement of a labrador puppy, and before either person knew it the class had commenced.
The duration of the session plays out like a comedy show that not even the great minds of a 2010s snl dream-team cast could think up. Not only did jack multiple times fall of the reformer, but his grunts were reminiscent of a much more intimate activity not commonly done in the presence of a stranger.
The class ended with you feeling refreshed, and jack feeling mildly humiliated--okay considerably humiliated at his lack of an ability to pick up pilates form on command.
As soon as Zoe departed through the double doors to leave you guys to re-coop, you throw yourself onto Jack's reformer and devolve into a fit of laughter. "Yeah--Yeah laugh it up while your husband is severely embarrassed and wounded" Jack says in a tone that betrays the bitter exterior he's putting up. "Oh please Jack the only thing wounded is your ego, your just jealous I was great at paddle-boarding"
"Depends on how you define great" Jack comments laughing, but quickly dies down once you pull his the hair at the base of his neck to halt his teasing of your mediocre, at best, paddle boarding.
You make me crazy, you make me wild,
As a result this causes him to retaliate my gracefully lifting your alo yoga clad body into his arms and onto his lap. From this point of view you observed the way the tank clung to his form, and the scent of his musk inflamed your desires in an almost animalistic, feral fashion. Both of your hips begin to languidly meet his, as his mouth meets yours. Saliva covers the both of your chins, which in any other situation would disturb you both greatly, but in a moment like this it's supremely erotic. Clothing meeting clothing, friction creating more, and more friction. Your knees start to dig into the plush mat of the reformer as jack settles you gently on the seat of the reformer and undresses the lower half of his and carefully slides your pointelle underwear to one side. In any other situation you, as a couple, would be horrified at your shared lack of social decorum: I mean, seriously, you guys are in a pilates studio for christ sake! But at this interim you cannot find it in yourself to quite care, and you've got a sneaking suspicion that neither does Jack.
Just like a baby, spin me 'round like a child,
As Jack leans over to line himself, you crane your tennis necklace clad neck to delicately kiss his cheek. To which he, in return, blushes (and giggles) like a schoolgirl. As he plunges, the shared couple lets out a breath of relief. Breaths of relief that mirror ships docking into a much-loved harbour, marking a safe return. And that's what they were to each other a safe place to return. Apart from small words of encouragement that you were "doing so well for him" and that he gets amazed by how "well you take him every time" Jack eventually stops talking. On your part he may have continued to talk but by then your mind had soon become the consistency of day-old porridge. With your body only seemingly responding to the stimulus brought on by Jack. The pounding, and the sense of completeness and fullness infuriates your head and decimates any other thoughts not relating to the man in front of you.
Be young, be dope, be proud,
Sometimes, you felt perverse when you slept with Jack in this manner, rough and unrelenting, for you imagined that to know yearning for one person as much as you had, that something had to be wrong with you. Something that had to have been corrupted to form such a need for one person's existence. That was only given brief air-time in your mind as you were brought back by the feeling of callous hands grasping your face with the gentleness of a bear that doesn't know the power of it's strength yet---"Are you still with my me my girl?" Jack asks, and slightly slaps the flesh of the side of your behind.
"Yes-yes-Oh God yes" you slur through breathless gasps, like a fish rising to the surface, you feel the unmistakable roll of thunderous pressure and hear Jack encouraging you to "let it all out sweetheart" while caressing your back. And eventually you convulse in his capable, and protective arms. Due to this you quietly lay your head on his chest cocooning yourself in his musk, and watch you favourite expression befall his face. As you feel encompassed by the most delightful warmness, milking him for all he had. In the interim period, waiting for Jack to come down from his high you play with the littered brown hair covering his public bone curling the corse hair. You observe the space where you both meet, and liken it to an image of the sand meeting the ocean. As a result, you don't notice Jack gazing down at you like you're the only other breathing, sentient being on the planet. Your eyes meet and smile bashfully at each other. To break the sexual tension Jack jokes "This has got to cross at least one box of that weird places to have sex bingo we bought, I-I mean surely it has to right?"
"One can dream" you giggle and receive a drawn out kiss from jack as he slides back out.
Jack, being the gentleman that he was raised to be, doesn't let you do anything after such an act, so he cleans you first, then himself in the ensuite attached for those who indented to shower after a lesson, and dresses you back up.
Like an American Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oh,
As you both walk out, thanking Zoe for her time who was now conversing with the woman at the counter, you finally make eye-contact with the girl flirting with jack earlier. You sense that she may have connected the dots that it wasn't just the pilates class that got you two so worked up after seeing your messily put on clothing, and birds nests of what once was a slick-back bun combined with the sweat pooling around jack's collarbones.
Or maybe, just maybe the walls of the east hampton pilates studio are not as soundproofed as they had brazenly assumed.
Like an American Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oh.'
the end.
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JJK On The Road!
synopsis: how the jjk sorcerers are on a road trip—feat. Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime
⚝a/n: I had to include baby boy Haibara.
⚝tags: headcanon, Nanami is an emo boy, Gojo is a danger to society.
They all decided to take a roadtrip after graduation… it goes a little something like this
Gojo insisted that he be the one to drive. You assumed that his six eyes would give him some kind of advantage on the road.
You were SO wrong.
Mans is a DEMON on the street. Swerving in and out of traffic, the car is either at 0 or full speed no in-between.
“Huh? Where’d that guy come from?”
“Satoru you literally cut him off-”
“The speed limit is 45”
“Yeah… but that’s more of a suggestion right??”
Of course it isn’t long before you hear the sirens closing in behind you.
“Lisence and registration please.”
“Of course Officer!”
…
“This is your high school ID”
“Oh! Well about that..”
It takes at least 5 years off your life when Satoru is behind the wheel. You somehow manage to arrive to the destination in one piece. Everyone curses him out for endangering their lives (and driving with no license)
“Okay but did you die though?”
Geto is in charge of the AUX (because last time Nanami made everyone cry)
Is the type to put on some chill oldies, and one Abba song (Because Satoru loves Abba).
Loves looking out the window and pointing out cool stuff, bums a cigarette off of Shoko to deal with the stress of Satoru's driving.
“Hey. look at that huge tree.”
The car swerves.
“Wait I don’t see anything!”
“Not you Satoru…”
Is obviously shotgun so he tries his best to stay awake, probably ends up reading a book he brought or reminding Satoru to actually pay attention to the rules of the road.
Shoko is already bored when the car starts, plays “I Spy” with Suguru for all of 3 minutes before falling asleep. After her nap she wakes up and starts taking pictures. Can make even the most mundane thing like riding in car look like an aesthetic Pinterest board. Sneaks pictures of Nanami when he isn’t looking.
“Everyone smile.”
“Wait hold on I want to be in the picture too!”
“Satoru you’re DRIVING.”
Ends up vlogging the trip, texting Utahime to confirm Satoru hasn’t killed them yet.
Nanami did NOT want to go on this trip AT ALL. He was basically forced by Gojo (then coerced by Haibara). He sulks and looking out the window and sighing.
“Nanami stop being Emo”
“I am NOT Emo..”
“Will you stop sulking if I play My Chemical Romance?”
“....”
Brings his DS or something, shows Haibara his animal crossing world. Actually freaks out when Satoru takes a ‘scenic detour’ which adds 3 hours to the trip.
Haibara is in charge of the snacks. And thank god for snacks.
Brings one cooler for everyone else and one cooler just for Satoru cause that boy can EAT.
Feeds Nanami trail mix
Talks Nanami’s ear off about how excited he is to be done with school </3. Tries to impress Suguru and Satoru by listing off fun facts about each area they drive through.
“Did you know that this is actually the longest stretch of road in the country?”
“Wow. That’s really Something.”
“Did you know that the native flower of this region is the hibiscus?”
“Uh huh.”
“Did you know that AHHH”
Satoru swerves the car again, everyone gets thrown around the car.
Utahime refuses to ride in a car with Gojo driving, so she meets up with you guys in her own car.
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BuckTommy Positivity Week Day 1/3 : what they love most about each other/meeting the friends and family
Slowly making my way through the @bucktommypositivityweek prompts! I'm not normally a big fan of shovel talks, but I thought Tommy deserved his own moment where his friends show up for him and have his back (and so does his boyfriend).
The bar was pretty much exactly like Buck expected it to be: plastered with an assorted collection of knick-knacks, military plaques, and wall art that Buck will just call inspired–fighting each other for wallspace all the way up to the low T-bar ceiling. The main source of light came from the ionized glow of the neon beer signs and the stained glass fixtures over the billiards tables that looked like they hadn’t been updated since the 70s. Buck was pretty sure he’d spotted at least three fire code violations just walking through the doors–but that wasn’t what tonight was about.
A small section tucked between the fleet of pool tables and the dart boards had been reserved for their party, and from his spot at the bar Buck had a clear view of where Tommy was leaning against his pool cue, his posture the most relaxed it’s been since they’d hit Grand Junction as he laughed with the group of men gathered around him.
Buck couldn’t help but smile. The longer they’d driven, the more tense Tommy had become, and Buck had begun to worry that maybe this hadn’t been such a great idea after all. Now he felt like he could finally breathe; they’d booked it up the 15 and onto the 70 on the way here, and Buck was looking forward to taking their time on the way home, finding the scenic routes and exploring the one road towns and tacky tourist traps they stumbled across. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken a week off work that hadn’t been the result of a near-fatal injury.
“You know you’re the only person he’s ever brought to one of these,” came a voice to his right, one that Buck had only recently become familiar with.
With great pain, Buck drew his attention away from Tommy to the person settling in at the bar beside him. Dave. He was the only one of the guys here that had been with Tommy since Fort Irwin. He had a wife and two daughters and a boxer named Jones–all information Buck had learned, not from the man himself, but during their three day drive from L.A. to Colorado Springs–which Tommy had used to give Buck a rundown on pretty much everything he knew about his old battalion mates from their rank down to their dental records.
“I’m happy to be here,” Buck said, meaning it. He hadn’t been expecting an invitation, taken completely off guard when Tommy had asked him so casually, as they got ready to head out for work one morning. He’d presented it like it would just be a good excuse for a fun road trip and not what Buck was starting to piece together in his head was actually a monumental gesture. Either way, he’d agreed immediately.
Dave was watching him like he was trying his best to punch through Buck’s skull and peer directly into his brain. Buck had a feeling Dave hadn’t really made up his mind about Buck–yet–and if there was one thing he was going to change by the end of the night it was that.
“Tom said you’re also a firefighter.”
Buck twisted in his chair so they were facing each other. “Yeah, actually I’m at Tommy’s old station, transferred in not long after he left. Kind of funny how things work out, eh?”
“I’ve heard stories,” Dave said in a tone that implied not all of them were good.
“It’s not like that anymore,” Buck assured. Gerard’s second reign of the 118 had been over for a while now and Buck had been informed by Hen and Chimney that although it had been unbearable, with more eyes on him, Gerard had not been nearly as bad as the first time around.
“I’ve heard that too.” The corner of Dave’s mouth ticked up. That was the most charitable he’d been thus far. “Tommy has a lot of good things to say about the new crew there, especially you.”
Buck wasn’t above preening a little at that. He knew all about bragging about his partner to anyone that would listen. He was practically a pro at it at this point. If anything he and Tommy had a little competition going on at this point.
Dave’s eyes flicked over Buck’s shoulder and back. “Listen, I don’t want to overstep here because Tommy will be fuckin’ pissed at me, and I’ll never hear the end of it–but, you seem like a nice guy, and I just want to make sure you know what a big deal this is. These shindigs used to host a few more bodies before Tommy came out. Just don’t hurt him.”
He could hear Tommy’s laugh, the full-bodied, knee-slapping one he only did when you really got him cracking up or he was about three pints in, or both, floating over the din of the bar. Buck could pick that laugh out of any crowd. He could follow it home.
Dave was watching him with a curious expression, and maybe Buck hadn’t totally won him over yet, but he had a feeling they were at least moving in the right direction.
“I won’t. And I–I won't let him know you gave me the shovel talk if you rat me out either, because he doesn't know this yet and I want him to hear it from me first, but Tommy's one of the most amazing people I've ever met. He's one of the first people I've been with in a long time that makes me feel like I can be myself, unconditionally, and I just hope I make him feel the same way, because I love him.”
“I think it’s safe to say he does.” The corner of Dave’s mouth twitched up in the amused beginning of a smile. “But you should probably let him know that instead of me, just saying.”
Buck rolled his eyes as Dave clapped him cordially on the shoulder. It looked like he wasn’t off the hot seat yet.
He held out his glass and was pleased when Dave clinked them together. It was progress.
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It was 1 am when they finally made it back to their motel, the latest Buck had been out in a good long while. He’d taken the keys from Tommy before they’d even left for the evening and now he was swooping around the cab of the truck to catch his boyfriend as he nearly tumbled out of the passenger side door.
“Easy there,” Buck said as he tried his best to steady Tommy on his own two feet, a task more difficult than it sounded.
“I think I lost my keys,” Tommy moaned as Buck grabbed his jacket and locked up.
“No, see I’ve got them right here.” He jangled them in Tommy’s face and watched him grin before slipping them into his own pocket. “Don’t worry I’ll give them back to you later, here let me help you out.”
He slipped his arm around Tommy’s waist, pulling him a little tighter against his side than was probably necessary.
Tommy’s clutched at his shoulder, melting against him. “You’re so nice to me.”
“What else would I be?” Buck chuckled as he steered Tommy towards their room. He was just glad that Tommy was a placid, happy drunk��if a little handsy. “Come on big guy, let’s get you to bed.”
It was a struggle to get the door unlocked and Tommy through it with two-hundred odd pounds of boyfriend hanging off him, trying to worm his fingers under Buck’s shirt and breathing hot and damp against the juncture of his neck.
When they finally stumbled inside Tommy starfished onto the bed, the poor old motel mattress groaning in protest beneath his weight.
At least he looked like he wasn’t about to try and get up any time soon.
The soft hum of the window AC unit filled the room, a pleasant contrast to the guitar riffs of the hair bands the bar had played all night. Buck filled up two cups of water, leaving one on his bedside table before settling down on the mattress beside Tommy and nudging him until he sat up.
“Here, drink this,” he said and helped Tommy tilt the glass up to his mouth without spilling it all over himself.
Tommy was pawing at him as soon as Evan’s hands were free. “Evan, Evan–” he said, reaching out to grip Buck’s face with both hands, pulling him closer. The special smile Buck was beginning to learn was just for him, creasing his face. “You wanna hear a secret?”
“Of course, anything,” Buck said, letting himself be manhandled and feeling real goopy and affectionate about it.
“I love you,” Tommy said, with a lot of eye contact and the sort of drunken earnesty that made Buck’s heart just about trip out of his chest. Then Tommy frowned, his gaze going unfocused. “I’m going to be really sad if we break up.”
Buck allowed himself a chuckle at the sudden, unwarranted disappointment in Tommy’s expression. “Me too, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
“Really?” Tommy asked, perking up.
“Really. I love you too, and I’m going to remind you of that tomorrow when you forget all of this in the morning.”
“I won’t forget,” Tommy insisted.
“Okay, whatever you say, boss.”
Buck went to the bathroom to hit the head and brush his teeth and by the time he returned Tommy had managed to wrestle out of his shoes and his pants, still spread out across the covers in his shirt and socks like a massive toddler. Buck shook his head, ditching his own shirt. Tommy reached out, making grabby hands at him as Buck kicked off his jeans and crawled under the sheets beside him. He was instantly wrapped in an only slightly sticky bear hug.
He pressed a kiss to the cowlick at the top of Tommy’s head. “You’ve got some pretty great friends.”
With more awareness than Buck expected in his current state, Tommy said: “I hope Dave didn’t bother you too much tonight, I could tell he was giving you the third degree for a bit there.”
“Dave and I are cool,” Buck assured. “I’m glad you have guys from back then who’ve still got your back.”
Tommy went quiet for a bit after that and Buck was just figuring out how he was going to wiggle out from beneath his boyfriend without waking him to turn off the lights when Tommy muttered, “I’m glad you came with me. I was tired of coming to these by myself.”
“Any time you want, I’ve got your back too you know,” Buck whispered, holding Tommy tight in the cradle of his arms.
“I know,” Tommy said, and Buck fell asleep to the thump of Tommy’s heartbeat pressed against his own.
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Munch
Summary: Hotboxing with Mingi and you both have the munchies.
category: smut
au: Friends-with-benefits au, Mingi x f!reader
wc: 700w
a/n: Got the idea for this fic stuck in a parking lot at 1am waiting for assistance for an hour bc my car broke down.
Warnings: drug use, smut (oral, f!recieving)
You really loved being friends with Mingi, the best activity by far was definitely smoking together. You two had a system, you alternated between who got the weed, but you always brought snacks for the other person. It was dusk now, Mingi had decided to drive out somewhere scenic and try hotboxing the car while the sun set.
You were eating those weird Haribo gummies you always craved when high for some reason, taking in the beautiful view around you and the glowing pink sky above you. This might be Heaven between the view, the lingering sweetness on your palette, and the feeling of Mingi kissing along the inside of your thigh just below the apex where your legs met.
You let out a desperate moan as he switched to the other thigh. You could handle teasing but the weed was heightening your sensitivity, making you crazed. You put the gummies to the side and threaded your fingers into his hair scraping along his scalp, trying to pull him closer to where you needed him most. You rolled your hips forward when you felt that gorgeous, pointed nose brush against your folds. However you were immobilised by his large hands coming up to hold you down against the seat, red eyes looking up at you with an evil glint.
“How are you enjoying your treat?” He asked.
You rolled your eyes. “They’re good. How are you enjoying yours?”
Mingi hummed, attention drawn back to your pussy, spreading it open with two calloused fingers. “I don’t know, I haven’t tried it yet.”
“Well,” You shrug your shoulders trying to feign nonchalance. Mingi’s dark hair looked so good between your fingers, you wished your mind could record this moment. On his knees in his car worshipping your body. “What are you waiting for?”
You’re scared. Mingi could very well use your desire against you and leave you here on the edge. But the stuff you used today was a lot stronger than usual, and you could see from the way his hips rutted against your leg that he was in no mood to draw things out.
Mingi slowly licked a stripe up your pussy, slowly getting faster and moving his face in a more zig-zagging motion. His lips latch onto your clit and suck lightly, causing your back to arch and a loud whine escape you.
“Mingi.” You mutter quietly. The sound of your voice makes him groan around you, and the added vibrations almost make you cry.
Mingi eats you out like you’re his last meal on death row, like he’ll die if he doesn’t memorise exactly how you taste. How you feel around him. He sticks his tongue into your core, nose bumping the little bundle of nerves just above it. Your head falls back against the headrest, babbling uncontrollably.
“So good… Mingi… hnng…” You squeeze your thighs around his head trying to keep him in place. His air supply almost gets cut off and Mingi’s eyes roll into the back of his head. His mouth moves back to abusing your nub, doing his best job at making out with your pussy. As you recline above him, blissed out and glowing in the light of the sunset. He sucks hard at your clit just to listen to the moans you release, and you come shakily around him as his tongue flicks the nub.
Mingi immediately halts his actions as you come down, not pushing you past your limit and giving you a moment to compose yourself. He was still painfully hard, but fucking you felt like crossing too big of a boundary. So he settled for taking in your fucked-out appearance, he could barely see your irises from how large your pupils had grown. You looked back at him with a goofy smile that made his heart flutter.
“Wanna listen to some music?” He suggested, trying to chance his thought process. You nodded gratefully and the two of you spent the next few hours talking, as the stars slowly began peaking out in the dark. There was water in the car and you both took a swig, but when you offered Mingi some of your gummies he refused. He claimed to not like the flavour though in reality he just preferred it less to the lingering taste of you.
“We should come back here again.” You say, and Mingi agrees. But the truth is all he can think about is getting you to ride his face on his couch the next time you come over.
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For Danny Ric! I'm so exited! Fluff 1, Promt 8. I think a debate over the music playing on the car radio would be great. I love Danny's roadtrip vibes.
Road Trip | D. Ricciardo
prompt: friendly debates that quickly end with them laughing at how ridiculous it was
wc: 700+
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You're on a road trip with Daniel, cruising down a scenic highway with the windows rolled down, the wind tousling your hair. Daniel's driving, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh. The sky is a perfect blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds, and the road ahead is open and inviting. The landscape rushes by in a blur of greens and browns as he drives a little over the speed limit, the hum of the wind providing a soothing background noise.
"Okay, music," you declare, reaching for your phone.
Daniel raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Wait a second, I'm the one driving. Driver gets to choose music right?"
You chuckle, shaking your head. "I know you're used to driving alone, but the unwritten rule of road trips is passenger has the aux control."
"Oh really?" he challenges, glancing at you with mock seriousness. "I think the driver needs the tunes to stay focused."
"Yeah, well, the passenger needs to keep the driver entertained," you retort, connecting your phone to the aux.
Daniel lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes in exaggerated exasperation. "I'm the one doing all the work here, steering us safely to our destination. That means I should choose the songs too."
You cross your arms, feigning stubbornness. "That makes no sense, Danny. I'm the one keeping you company, making sure you don't fall asleep at the wheel."
He scoffs, "with your choice of songs, I will definitely fall asleep at the wheel."
You gasp, holding your phone close to your chest. "I could say the same about your taste. You listen to country music."
"Don't disrespect good ol' tunes, darling. You just want to play that one song on repeat," he stated, glancing at you and flashing a grin.
"It's a great song!" you insist, mirroring his grin.
"Great for making me doze off," he teases, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come on, you know my playlist is solid. It's got everything we need for a perfect road trip," he adds, slightly squeezing your thigh.
You become too aware of his hand resting on your thigh, and in the heat of your debate, you move it away, earning a frown from him.
"Sure, if we want to turn this into a country-western saga," you retorted, unable to suppress a smile. "Besides, variety is necessary. We can't be stuck listening to the same kind of songs for hours."
Daniel laughs, his hand finding his way back on your thigh as he gives in. "Fine, fine, let's settle this. Name a song that's a must for any road trip."
You both throw out suggestions, each defending your choices with increasing passion. The debate grows more animated as you argue over the best songs to keep you both entertained and awake. Daniel insists on the classics he loves, especially since it's a countryside road trip, while you disagreed, encouraging other artists. Back and forth you banter, poking fun at the other's taste in music, even though it wasn't a serious issue.
Finally, you realize how absurd the argument is and burst out laughing simultaneously.
"This is ridiculous," you manage to say between giggles. "We're debating over who plays the songs."
"Exactly," Daniel agrees, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye that slipped out while laughing. "We're wasting time when we could've been enjoying some good music."
"Alright, how about we compromise?" you suggest, still chuckling. "We alternate between our songs."
"Deal," he agrees, extending a hand for a shake while steering with the other.
You clasp his hand, nodding formally as you seal the agreement. Daniel takes the first pick, choosing a song he enjoys. As the familiar beats fill the car, you cover your ears playfully, but the smile on your face tells him it's all in jest. You both sing along, creating your own little concert on wheels.
When the song ends, you take your turn, choosing a track that's currently your favourite. Daniel groans, having heard the song too many times to count, but he can't resist singing along with you. The rest of the drive is filled with a perfect mix of your favorite songs. Even though you both complain every time the other picks a song, you still sing along to each one, enjoying every moment.
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