#Shania Twain?!!!! they all EAT UP!!!!!

[lunar-years]

Controversial opinion time: I think country music is actually very good. When it’s being sung by a woman :)

[munsonsmixtapes]

10 Blah Blah Blah sounds soooo good, can it be like, 1992? lol i just love 90s club music

Eddie Munson x dom!fem!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (f receiving)

based on the song Blah Blah Blah by Kesha

If there was one thing about Eddie, it was that he was a yapper. The man loved to talk all the time, especially when he was nervous. And that was what you made him, nervous. He was honestly just surprised that you had even spoken to him, very sure that he was out of your league.

So he was throwing back beers like they were water and was yapping away, not even entirely sure what he was even talking about anymore. Something about Lord of the Rings? And you seemed so disinterested, almost annoyed with him and there was no way he wss blowing his shot with the prettiest woman in the club.

You scooted closer to him in the booth, your thighs touching his as you moved your hand up to play with his hair. You twirled the strand around your pointer finger and Eddie wondered how you knew that he liked that.

You were staring him down with that look that he knew so well. The one that people always put on to show that they were wanting to take things to the next level. And your eyes were moving to his lips, and you moving even closer.

"D-did you know that-" he was about to rattle off yet another fact, but you cut him off, pressing your pointer finger to his lips.

"Blah, blah, blah," you rolled your eyes. "You're really cute, hon, but you talk a lot. Meet me in the back at the jukebox if you're willing to zip your lips." With that, you stood up from the table and headed to the back of the club, Eddie's eyes watching your every move.

And he was quick to follow you like a lost puppy, losing you in the crowd, but still able to see the top of your head as you kept moving. He really liked you. He loved that you were bossy, willing to do whatever you asked because to his core, he just loved being told what to do, not wanting to make any decisions.

He watched you lean against the jukebox and wondered why it was even there since there was music blaring through the speakers. That didn't matter, though. Eddie was just looking forward to getting some action, something he hadn't gotten in ages.

Once he approached you, you were quick to grab him by the shirt, pulling him and pushing him against the jukebox. He let out a gasp at the sudden movement, but was eating it up, loving how you just took control and he was fully prepared to bend to your every command.

"You ready to be quiet, pretty boy?" You asked and all he could do was nod. "The only thing I want to hear you say is my name when I make you cum."

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded, his eyes widening. You pressed your lips to his feverishly and he was quick to move with you, his lips slotting between yours. Your hands moved to his hair and you tugged on it as you slid your tongue into his mouth.

He immediately let out a moan and you chuckled against his lips, already feeling his cock hardening against you. You had him right where you wanted him and he was so quick to submit, wanting to do whatever you wanted him to.

“Already hard for me, hm?” You asked as your hand pressed against the spot and he groaned in response. “Don’t worry,” you bat your eyelashes. “I can help you out.���

“Please,” he begged against your lips and you took no time to spit into your hand and stick it down his pants, giving his cock a few slow pumps, wanting him to beg for more, needing it.

“Gotta beg me, pretty boy,” you said, bringing your hand to a stop, seeing that he was already close and that made you want him to beg even more. "C'mon, beg." Your pumps started up again and he was whining now, throwing his head back. His hands pressing against the machine, causing you both to jump.

Shania Twain's Man! I Feel Like a Woman blared from the machine, your hearts racing in your chests. You turned to him, seeing him clutching his, trying to catch the breath that he lost. Without a word, you took him by the hand and led him through the crowd. Eddie almost wanted to ask where you were taking him, but didn't want to ruin the moment by talking again.

He followed you all the way to the entrance of the club then out onto the street deciding that he would have followed you just about anywhere if it meant that he got to spend more time with you. He had only known you for a few hours and was already so down bad for you. That had to be a record of some sort for sure.

You led Eddie out to your car and took no time to push him against it, your lips finding his again as your hands pressed into his stomach, slowly moving down to the hem of his shirt. His arms hesitantly moved up to your neck and he wrapped them around it, pulling you even closer to him as your tongue slid into his mouth once again. You then opened the door to the back seat and pointed to the interior.

“Get in,” you commanded and he nodded furiously.

“Yes ma’am,” he replied with a smile and slid in the back seat as you followed him, closing the door behind you as you sat next to him.

“I’m on top,” you told him as you pinned him down to the seat. He looked up at your and you could see lust glazing over his pretty brown eyes. He just nodded furiously with that goofy grin on his face. It seemed that he didn’t care what you did, just as long as he got railed.

You reached to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head before letting it fall to the floor board. You then kicked off your shoes then straddled his waist, running your hands along his torso, all over his tattoos that intrigued you. You pressed your lips to his collarbone, peppering his chest on kisses before moving lower, wanting to show some love to the scars that lined his torso.

You kissed all the way down to the spot right above his jeans and began to unbutton them. Eddie helped you pull them down, seeing his cock straining against his boxers. Just from the outline, you could tell it was huge and felt drool pooling in your mouth as you found yourself wanting to see what he tasted like.

You pulled down his underwear and his cock sprang free and you couldn’t help but stare at it, wondering how the fuck it was going to fit inside of you. Well, there was only one way to find out. You grabbed a condom from your purse and opened it before rolling it onto him. You then practically ripped off your dress and then settled yourself onto him, so grateful that you had decided not to wear any underwear.

You began to ride him, your hips bucking against his as you did so. You watched him come undone underneath you, his mouth opening wide as moans spilled from it. His hair was splayed out on the seat and he just looked so…pretty.

“Fuck, so good,” he moaned and you continued your actions, picking up your pace.

“Yeah?” you asked, your fingers digging into his wrists. “You like that, pretty boy? Look at you,” you let out a chuckle, leaning down so that your lips were ghosting over his. “Coming completely undone for me.”

“Don’t stop,” he whined. “I’m so close.” You picked up the pace, going as hard and fast as you could, seeing his back already arching in pleasure as he let out an almost scream.

“Coming already?” You teased him. “Well, I guess I’m better than I thought.”

“Holy shit,” he breathed, his back hitting the seat again as he came down from his orgasm. And you continued, wanting to get off as well, wanting him to see just how much you were enjoying what was happening.

As you continued, he bucked his hips against yours, finally getting the confidence to make you feel something. And from the way you were moaning as well, it seemed like the mission was accomplished. Your hands squeezed his wrists even more and he swore that he was going to lose his goddamn mind.

He continued to buck his hips against yours, watching you moan and whine on top of him, looking like something straight out of a porno he had watched. God, you were so hot that it was unfair and if you were going to keep that up, there was no fucking way he was going to make it out of there alive.

A scream ripped through you as you reached your orgasm, feeling it continue to build inside of you as Eddie bucked his hips against yours again and again, pounding into you as best as he could to the point where you were wailing.

“So fucking good,” you cried as his pace slowed, Eddie eating up every single look on your face and sound coming from your mouth. This was like something out of a dream for him. The only reason why he was sure that he wasn’t was because he could feel his cock inside of you and the sounds you were making were so real that it had to actually be happening.

As you came down from your orgasm, you pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss, taking exactly what you wanted from him and he was pliant to your touch. Your tongue slid into his mouth for a third time and he grabbed onto your hips, bucking against you once again. You moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it with his lips, loving to hear the sounds being muffled inside his mouth.

“Want to taste you,” he mumbled against your lips. “Please let me taste you.” The words came out more like a whine and now wanted to give in. You felt yourself getting even more wet as you thought about his mouth on your cunt.

“Want you to sit on my face and let me lick you clean.” You liked his sudden confidence, feeling the need to let him know how hot you found it when he took control even though him being a whiny submissive did it for you too.

“That can be arranged,” you smirked and you grabbed onto Eddie’s hands, letting him help you down onto his face. “But I think we should take this somewhere a little more comfortable.” You pressed another kiss to his lips then grabbed your dress, slipping it over your head before climbing off of him.

You then got into the driver’s seat while Eddie cleaned himself off, disposing of the condom and getting dressed. He then got into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt before you pulled out of your parking space, practically flooring it as you sped down the street. He was in shock from how fast you were going, but he was kind of into it, wondering how you looked so hot while driving.

You sped down the highway like a maniac but Eddie didn’t mind at all, although he would have preferred if you drove a little slower so he could have more time with you. Maybe it was just because you were different from all the women he slept with, but he was beginning to think that maybe he was falling in love with you. Or maybe it was just the after effects of the alcohol that was convincing him that he was.

Your car pulled up to a small cottage and Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, deciding that it didn’t look like somewhere you would have lived, but he liked it nonetheless. You both got out and headed to the door that you unlocked with haste, feeling more of your slick running down your legs because of your desperate you were for him.

You both abandoned your shoes at the door along with your purse then took him by the hand, leading him up the stairs to your room. As soon as you got through the door, your lips were on his once again. Your hands wound into his hair as he took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, causing you to let out a whine while tugging on his hair.

He bit down once more and a moan fell from your lips. You then lied back on the bed as Eddie got down on his knees in front of you. He spread your legs wide, noticing just how wet you were and feeling drool pooling in his mouth as he thought about getting a taste of you.

He lifted one of your legs and pressed his tongue to it, slowly licking up your thigh to clean on the slick that had run down it. And you had tasted better than he could have ever imagined. You let out a gasp at his actions and now suddenly wanted him to put his tongue anywhere he could get it.

He licked up your other leg and then without a warning, he began to suck on your clit, taking his time, really wanting to make you feel good. Not only was that a priority to him always, but he was also hoping that if he was that good that you’d fuck him again.

Your hands found their way into his hair once again and you gave it a tug as he got to work, flicking his tongue back and forth along your clit along with sucking. Your eyes closed as another moan left your lips as he moved to your slit, flattening his tongue against it as he licked across it slowly, wanting to savor the taste.

He then introduced his teeth, letting them slide against the sensitive skin and that seemed to unleash something in you as your back arched, another loud moan falling from your lips. He liked the sounds you were making, so he let his teeth slide a few more times, your hands tugging on his hair so hard being the indication that you were enjoying it.

For the finale, he shoved his tongue inside you, swirling it around slowly, still wanting to savor the taste, deciding that he could have done that for hours if you had let him. And he was hoping you would next time. If there would have been a next time. His tongue hit just the right spot and an orgasm ripped through you, his name falling from your lips.

He swirled his tongue one more time then removed himself from you, grinning to himself as he watched you come down from your orgasm. He threw himself onto the bed next to you, both of you out of breath from what you had just done.

To Eddie’s surprise, you rolled on top of him, resting your head on his chest, letting out a contented sigh. His arms hesitantly wrapped around your waist while your hands rested on his shoulders. After doing all that you had done, Eddie had to admit that it was odd to be doing something so innocent and wholesome, but there was now way in hell that he was going to pass up snuggling with you.

“Do you want to stay the night?” You asked. “I could definitely go for another few rounds.”

“Absolutely,” he replied with a sigh, raising his fist in the air in victory before you snuggled further into him. And Eddie decided that he’d yap all night long if it meant that you’d shut him up like that again.

[polkadotpenguin16]

Sonny would definitely make special pasta if he found out his girlfriend had a gluten allergy or egg allergy so can’t eat his usual recipes for it ��

gif by shania-twain

You would've been perfectly content to just not eat pasta, as that's what you were used to, but that was not acceptable for Sonny Carisi. One thing that man loves nearly as much as you is a challenge lol. He'd look up so many recipes. There'd be trial and error, heavy on the error, trying to get it just right. But once he found the secret formula, he'd spend all his free time making pasta for you to eat. You were SO flattered, but after about 3 weeks of nothing but pasta, you had to tell Sonny to reign it in a little 😆

Also, I'm absolutely certain Sonny does not think that "zoodles" count as pasta. When you suggest making some zoodles instead, that was when he decided it was paramount that he learned to make something else. "Doll, that's salad, not pasta. And don't try to pretend it is."

[harrywavycurly]

Okay so seeing that we are going down a rabbit hole with One Direction/ Harry youtube videos I feel it's time our favourite Southern Girl stumbles upon Harry's Coachella set with Shania Twain 😁😁 #southerncomfort ❤️

Hiii babes!! I agree, I think it’s time we get to see how she handles Harry singing with Shania, enjoy 💖

-find all things Southern Comfort here✨

A/N: This is set a little in the future because Harry is comfortable using a key to get in your house✨

Harry fumbles around with the set of keys in his right hand as he tries to keep the to go cup of coffee in his other hand from spilling. When he finally gets your front door open he smiles as soon as he hears the faint sound of music coming from your kitchen instantly letting him know where he’ll find you. He is quick with discarding his shoes and leaving them neatly by the door, a rule that he remembers you bringing up during one of your first conversations with him so he can head for the kitchen.

“Good morning sweetheart.” You smile as you turn around at the sound of his voice, you watch him place his keys on the counter along with the coffee cup. “It’s a bit early for cake isn’t it?” He asks with a raise of his brow when he catches a glance of a half frosted cake behind you as he takes a step towards you.

“If that’s how you feel honey you don’t have to eat any.” Your answer is teasing just as he suspected it would be making him chuckle as he opens his arms so you can greet him with your usual hug that consists of your arms tightly wrapped around his middle and his around your shoulders. It’s then that Harry hears what you’re listening to as his chin rests on top of your head, his eyes scan your kitchen until they land on your laptop you have opened and tucked into the corner near your stand mixer.

“So you’ve moved on from music videos huh?” You feel Harry give you a little squeeze before he releases his hold on you. You drop your arms from around him so you can turn and walk back over to your cake, you take a quick glance at your laptop and smile at the screen that’s showing concert footage of One Direction singing Teenage Dirtbag.

“I have and you’ll never guess what I watched this morning honeybuns.” Harry doesn’t know if he likes the tone of your voice as you go back to spreading frosting over the cake in front of you. You seem relaxed as he watches you tilt your head to the side to make sure your frosting job is even but he can’t be too sure because you like to leave him guessing and honestly your question leaves him with numerous possibilities as answers.

“May I get a hint?” He hears you let out a breathy laugh at his question making him smile as he takes a step towards the cabinet you keep your coffee mugs in.

“It was one of your performances.” He just nods as he reaches up and opens the cabinet so he can grab a mug off the shelf. He smiles as he looks down at it and notices it’s shaped like a sunflower.

“Okay can I ask for one more hint? What was I wearing or-”

“You weren’t alone in this performance.” Harry feels his heartbeat quicken as he takes the top off the to go cup of coffee after he places the mug on the counter.

“Oh uh okay.” He does his best to control his nerves but he’s done for the moment you place your spatula down before you turn around and cross your arms over your chest as you stare at him. The way you look at him lets him know exactly which performance you watched and he honestly doesn’t know what to say because he doesn’t exactly know if you’re upset or not.

“Shania Twain?” Your voice isn’t full of anger and that makes Harry let out a small sigh of relief, instead you seem more intrigued as you take a take a small step towards him dropping your hands to your hips.

“I was going to tell you but I just didn’t know how.” He’s not lying, he wanted to tell you the moment he found out you were obsessed with country music but he just wasn’t sure how to bring it up without it being weird. You just nod and move closer to him as you watch him pour the coffee from the to go cup into the mug.

“Y’all sounded lovely together sugar plum.” Harry just smiles and feels his cheeks get hot as he hands you the mug full of coffee. “Now tell me everything.” You grin at him as you take a seat on one of your barstools, you watch Harry glance behind you at the cake now fully frosted siting on the counter.

“What kind of cake is that?” He asks as you take a sip of your coffee from your mug that just so happens to be shaped like one of your favorite flowers.

“You’ll find out when you’re done telling me about Shania.” Harry just huffs but accepts your deal as he takes a seat on the barstool next to you. The two of you spend the next half hour in your kitchen while Harry goes into detail about his performance with her and he lets you ask all the questions you want and eventually he learns that the cake is one of his favorites, carrot cake.

[andreal831]

What music do you think all of the Mikaelsons plus Hayley and Cami would listen to?

Ok, this was actually so hard. I tried to do both time period accurate but also today what they would listen to.

Elijah

Elijah would be super pretentious with it and pretend he only has a Spotify account to listen to classical music in the car, because of course live or vinyl is the only way music should be consumed. But we all know he was in his room listening to some Lana, Adele, Dean Lewis, etc. My boy likes to listen to music that makes him feel his sadness. He also really just appreciates well produced music so I think he would really enjoy Billie and Finneas. I also think he would really have liked music in the late 1900s. He would have really enjoyed The Beatles, Billy Joel, Queen, Journey, etc.

Elijah would be obsessed with Hozier. The lyrics, the storytelling, the music, the history. He would learn all of the songs on piano. He would also really like David Kushner and Dermot Kennedy.

No memories Elijah liked to dance and I can just see him really enjoying Conan Gray. He gets to dance and cry all at the same time. But come on, Family Line is his song.

Hayley

I've seen people say Hayley would love Taylor Swift, but she was far too much of a "pick me" for that. She would have been listening to more rock or angry music. The early 2010s were peak emo music. My girl would have been listening to My Chemical Romance, The All-American Rejects, Green Day, Foo Fighters, etc. But she would pretend they were too mainstream for her. She would tell people she only listens to her version of the classics: Metallica, Pantera, Iron Maiden, Avenged Sevenfold, etc.

As she got older, it would be less angsty, but still emotional. Some Halsey, Lorde, Alessia Cara. Hope would get her to listen to Olivia Rodrigo and Sabrina Carpenter, she would enjoy it but tell Hope she needs to listen to the classic. They would both really enjoy listening to Heart, Pat Benatar, and Janet Jackson together.

Klaus

I honestly can't picture Klaus listening to music unless he is painting. So it just depended on his mood and his painting. I could definitely see him painting to Lana and Christina Perri, maybe even some James Arthur. I could see him getting high, listening to Bob Marley or Pink Floyd and painting. He would have enjoyed classic rock.

Hope would try to get him into pop music but he would only listen to the ones he didn't consider basic. He would vibe with Noah Kahan and Phoebe Bridgers.

Cami

Cami was definitely a party girl in Undergrad. She took her classes seriously but she knew how to let loose on the weekends. She was an OG listener to Beyoncé, Rihanna, Charli xcx, etc. Cami would also really love women empowerment music. She would love JoJo (not Siwa, the original), Julia Michaels, Kesha, Lady Gaga.

We just know she would love Because I Liked a Boy since she literally lived it.

She would have loved Paris Paloma if she had lived long enough.

Rebekah

I'm struggling with Rebekah a little bit. But I think she would listen to more soft pop music. Like Julia Michaels, Rachel Chinouriri, Lewis Capaldi, Mariah Cary (her older music), etc. But Rebekah would eat up boy bands too. She would definitely have fan girl'ed for the Backstreet Boys and NSYNC had she not bee daggered during their prime. She would enjoy Harry Styles and Jess McCartney.

She would have been so mad at Klaus for keeping her daggered during the 90s girl bands. She would have been obsessed with Spice Girls and Destiny's Child.

Freya

I see Freya being a country pop girl. She would have been exposed to such little music each time she was awaken. But I think she would have really liked Kelly Clarkson, Miranda Lambert, Dolly Parton, Kacey Musgraves, etc. She would be obsessed with Shania Twain. She would always stand up and dance to Man I feel like a Woman every time it came, loving living in a time where she could be a woman and free.

But she also liked to dance and have fun. She would have loved Bruno Mars, Rihanna, Sean Paul, Beyonce, etc. Beyonce's Cowboy Carter would be on repeat. But she would be willing to listen to anything. Hope would constantly be showing her new music.

She would love Chappell Roan, Renee Rapp, Kehlani, Fletcher, Muna, Hayley Kiyoko, Towa Bird, etc. Any sapphic artist.

Kol

All I know about Kol is that he doesn't like Icelandic folk music. He would like slow music to dance to and then just whatever Davina liked. Davina would be introducing him to Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, etc., and whatever club music Josh was listening to.

Also, just Kol listening to Rude by MAGIC! on repeat because we know Marcel never warmed up to him.

If they all had lived, Josh, Cami, Freya, Davina, and Kol would have been obsessed with Brat.

Finn

I don't know if Finn ever lived long enough to enjoy music. I think music would honestly be so overwhelming to him. He went from music being a harp and lute to the insane production we have today. I think just starting him off listening to Chopin or Mozart before throwing him into Ariana Grande would be wise. This man wouldn't even know what a piano is. I think he would eventually enjoy more soul or jazz music. Like Leon Bridges, Etta James, Frank Ocean. Especially being in New Orleans. He would like to go to jazz bars and just discover new artists.

Hope

Hope would get all of these people listening to modern music. She would be dragging them to go see Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Sabrina Carpenter, etc. And I just know her and Freya would go see Chappell.

What do you all think? This is really interesting.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 32 - Whose bed have your boots been under?

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 31 -- Part 33

Pairing: Sy x Alicia (trans!ofc)

Summary: Sy finally takes Liz out on a date! (Which he's late for. And we know why.)

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, anal sex (f receiving), loads of nerves, mentions of transphobia, some angst, there's a horse dildo in there somewhere, Sy not eating a girl out for a change. This one's pretty basic actually...

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: And once again, it's been a while! I've been working on this date for a long time, but I was in a smut-writing-slump for some reason. Looks like I'm out of it now! (Heck yeah!) Now if maybe I could put this energy towards my novels, that would be superduper great, but you know the muse... Finnicky, fickle little fucker. Anyway: Enjoy nervous Sy on a date!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @livisss @sillyrabbit81

@ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson @poledancingdinos @thelastsock @wa-ni

@proud-aroace-beastie @totalwool

“Couldn’t find a lower cut top to wear?” Dammit.

“I hate that that’s not even the worst opening line I’ve heard,” I say as I look up at Sy. I’m not wearing heels today, so he’s slightly taller than I am. I like it — not that a guy being shorter than me is a dealbreaker or anything… It’s more like… I’m tall for a girl, and that height sometimes makes me feel un-girly, which I hate. So, the fact that Sy is the kind of guy who looks like he could pick me up and throw me across a room… It helps.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.” He smiles down at me, leaning in for a kiss. I have to admit I was worried about that. All of it. When he texted me after the party, I was just waiting for him to suggest the typical ‘movie at his place’ date, but he asked me where I wanted to go, and there happens to be a Shania Twain cover band playing tonight at a bar I like.

So, I told him we’re going to a bar. Didn’t mention the part about the Shania Twain covers.

“Wanna get going?” I can’t stop my voice from trembling, and I’m sure one look at my face will tell him more than he needs to know, so I turn around and start walking.

“Any particular reason you’re walking a mile and a half away from me?” He catches up with ease, grabs my hand and turns me to face him. “What’s going on? ‘Cause I’m gettin’ the feeling you don’t want to be out here with me.”

I scoff. “Right.” Do I tell him? He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me close. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, and all that heat is making me boil over. “I’m scared you don’t want to be out here with me.”

I’m shaking, and freezing cold and boiling hot at the same time. My heart races in my throat, and I can’t bring myself to look Sy in the eye. I can’t cry. Not here. Not now.

The feeling of his hand cupping my cheek almost pushes me over the edge. “I’m sure you have a reason for feeling that way,” he says softly. I nod — a tiny little nod that I’m not even sure he caught. “Mind telling me what it is?”

Fuck. I screw my eyes shut to stop the tears from falling, but they escape anyway. “I’ve dated guys before,” I mutter. “And they were super-duper okay with me, they said… It actually took me a while to realize — scratch that… A friend had to tell me… It was always their place or mine. Never dinner, or even a movie.”

There’s no stopping these tears now. “When my friend pointed it out, I asked the guy I was seeing about it, and…”

Sy pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. I inhale deeply on instinct. Leather. Spice. Warmth. “I don’t need to know what he said, because I’m pretty sure it would ruin my entire mood,” he says softly. That he didn’t want to be seen in public with me because he was scared it would make him look gay? Yeah, that’ll ruin your mood, alright… “But I want you to know I like you, Liz. Pretty sure I’d follow you anywhere.”

I’m laughing before I know it. “Well, that’s a good thing… Because I might have omitted a tiny little detail about the place we’re going…”

“Alright… I’ll go get us some drinks! Beer?” Without waiting for his answer — it’ll be ‘yes’ — I turn around and start to walk towards the bar. Try to, at least, because Sy grabs my arm and pulls me back until I’m standing with my back against his chest.

“I remember asking you out on a date, Liz.” His lips are right next to my ear, his beard tickles my neck, it’s… That damn cologne. Those damn, huge, strong hands keeping me pinned to him right now. “This is a date, right?”

“Yeah, Sy. It is. Wha—” He’s suddenly right in front of me, gently backing me into the wall, hands on my hips.

He leans his forehead against mine. “Let me make something very clear, sugar.” He speaks slowly, his voice dark and gruff. The sound of it shoots sparks straight down my spine, and I clench my thighs together. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before any woman of mine pays for her own drink on a date.”

Speaking. That’s a thing. Words are a thing. Do I know any? Voice… Where is my voice? Why am I just staring at him? That’s dumb. This is dumb. I’m dumb. Oh my god, what am I even doing here? “I, ehh…” Yeah. That’s not good. “Okay.”

He smirks down at me. “Beer?”

“Wine,” I manage — but barely.

Sy cocks an eyebrow. “You drink wine?” No. I don’t. But it makes me feel more feminine, and I really need that right now. “I’ve literally never seen you drink wine. Besides, people who drink wine usually tell you if they want red or white.”

“Okay, busted… I wanted to feel… girlier,” I admit.

“You dragged me to a Shania Twain cover band. We’re good on girly,” he says with a wink. “Beer?”

I nod, and semi-anxiously await his return. “You’re not mad about the music?” I ask as I take the bottle from his hand.

He chuckles as he shakes his head before raising his bottle. “To Shania Twain,” he says, “and great company.”

“Thanks so much for coming out, everyone! We’re gonna take a little break, and we’ll be right back!” The singer jumps off the small stage in the corner and makes a beeline for the bar, where she spots me. “Liz! I thought I saw you!” She’s got her arms wrapped around me before I can actually see her — during the first half of the set, the bar has gotten significantly more crowded.

“Hollie!” I love this girl, but if she doesn’t take her eyes off my man right this second, I’m throwing hands. “You’re doing amazing! How’s the cold?” It had her down for a good few days, she wasn’t even sure she’d make it tonight. I’m glad to see she’s doing well.

“Getting better! The full set is tough, though.” She downs the glass of water she’s holding. “We could use a little bit of you after this break, girl. But first, introduce me to this handsome gentleman.”

Is it totally horrible that I don’t fucking want to? I look at Sy, who casually reaches out a hand towards Hollie. “Nate Syverson. Call me Sy.”

“Well, Sy,” Hollie says with a sickly-sweet smile. Or is that my imagination? “What brings you here?”

“Liz,” he deadpans. Much to my surprise, he’s looking at me, barely even glancing at Hollie as he speaks. “She agreed to let me take her out on a date.”

“Lucky man… And you bring her here?” She gestures around the room before giving me the look.

“I dragged him here,” I admit. We go from ‘damn girl, nice! Break me off a piece of that!’ to ‘what the actual fuck were you thinking?’ in a matter of seconds. I look over at Sy — he looks insanely hot, the way he’s standing there, leaning against the bar. “Sorry, again.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, sugar,” he reaches for me, hooking his fingers behind my belt and pulling me back until I’m standing between his legs. Those same damn legs he’s been spreading a little too casually on that damn bar stool. The ones I can’t keep my eyes off. “I like the music.”

When he excuses himself and heads off to the bathroom, Hollie grabs my arm so hard it almost hurts. “You have to sing!”

“What? No!” Actually, yes. I’m secretly dying to get up there: I love to sing. And not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m good.

“Your song’s coming up, girl! I’m not giving you a choice.” Just Hollie being Hollie. “You want him to come home with you, yes?”

Duh. Then why is the gesture I make hesitant as all hell?

“Alright! For our next song, I’d like to invite a very special guest onto the stage… Alicia Thomson!”

Sy’s eyes go wide, and he raises an eyebrow. I take a deep breath. “Well, gotta go!”

I walk up to Hollie, who’s busy adjusting the mic stand. Even in this little bar, the lights are hot. And despite that, my arms are covered in goosebumps. Haven’t done this in a while… I can still see Sy, sitting in the same place as before, his gaze trained on my face with utmost concentration.

One side of my mouth curls up into a cheeky smile. “Whose bed have your boots been under?”

“So,” Sy says when I make my way back to him after the song is done. “You sing.”

“I sing,” I reply, my smile stretching ear to ear. I forgot how great that felt… Not nearly as great as the warm hands that pull me forward by my hips until I’m standing between Sy’s thighs again.

“Woman, you are amazing,” he says with a smile. When he kisses me, it’s like my heart stops. My head spins, my knees shake — the whole nine. He keeps it decent. Why? For the love of God: Why? Words cannot express how much I need this man, literally right now, and — if at all possible— incredibly indecent.

“Wanna get out of here?” Not subtle, but incredibly effective, if I do say so myself. He doesn't even answer me; he just grabs my hand and pulls me along to the exit.

We don't talk during the drive back to my place, or on the walk up to the apartment, which gives my insecurities plenty of time to get the upper hand — especially when Sy doesn't make a move as soon as the door closes, other than wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Are you opposed to watching movies in bed in general?” Dirty smirk? Check. Playful glint in his eyes? Check. Me unceremoniously shoving him against his shoulder? Check. Ugh. Get it together, Liz. And try to maybe not maim your date. He seems fine though.

Instead of answering, I grab his hand and drag him towards my bedroom, stopping right in front of the door as a sudden wave of anxiety grabs me by the throat. Did I clean my room? Did I put everything — and, yes, I mean everything, in that way — away?

“Liz?” He leans his chin on my shoulder from behind, while his hands slowly dance over my hips, fingertips barely grazing me.

“Can I get, like... Thirty seconds? Just to see if there's anything you shouldn't be seeing...”

“And what would I be seeing?” I can’t see his face, but I can hear the grin in his voice. Yeah... What would he be seeing? I hate the way his teasing seems to shut down my brain. I hate the fact that I could tease him right back if I could just find my nerve, even more.

Get a grip, Thomson.

I conjure up a grin and turn my head towards Sy, leaning it back on his shoulder to get my lips as close to his ear as possible. “Equipment of the... mature personal entertainment variety,” I purr softly. I can feel his cock twitch against my ass, and part of me really hopes it's the voice he reacts to, instead of the message. Another part of me, however, kinda hopes he’s into… that.

“Just open the damn door,” he groans, digging his fingers into my hips. “If I don't have more of you in my arms soon...”

Despite all this big talk, I'm still more or less mortified when the first thing Sy comments on is my favorite vibrator. It's on my bed, because it needed to charge. Regardless of whether it's actually done charging... it's done now. I yank it off the charger and toss it back in the drawer under my bed.

Sy chuckles as he drags a thumb over my no doubt crimson red cheeks. “The way you're looking at me right now, all terrified and whatnot, kinda makes me want to take a dive into that drawer...”

“You're not, like... pissed? Or, I don’t know... intimidated?” Wouldn't be the first time.

“Intimidated?” He laughs — the deep, full, throaty kind that men do that's hot and, in this particular case, slightly embarrassing. “Sugar, ain't no way I'm going to be intimidated by a piece of plastic.” He's still laughing when he drops himself onto my bed and rolls to the side by the wall.

Oh, what I wouldn't give to smack that cocky smirk off his face... Maybe I can. I lie down next to Sy and reach into the drawer. “Not even this one?” I wave a whole lot of light blue silicone in his face until he grabs my wrist and looks at the toy I'm holding with wide eyes. He's definitely not smirking now...

“Sugar... Before I even ask any questions...” He blinks a few times as if that's going to magically make the dildo I'm holding up disappear — or at least transform into something that doesn't look like it jumped straight out of my — or maybe his, who knows? — OF subscriptions. “I grew up around horses. I know what that is...”

“Oh my god!” I laugh — no. Cackle. — and hide my face behind my free arm. “Sorry,” I mutter, “I'm a bit of a freak.”

“As long as we're keeping that away from me, I'm good with that,” he chuckles. “Now... Where the hell does that even go? Never mind...”  He knows the answer. I know that, because the last time I saw him, I told him there was no way he was ever going to fit in my pussy. And since this thing is bigger than he is by... not even as much as you'd expect, looking at the size of that toy, really... God, the man is massive...

I put the dildo back under the bed and snuggle into Sy's side. I admire the way he just makes himself at home in my room, grabbing the remote off the shelf over my headboard. “Do we go the cheesy romcom route, or do we opt for Mike's favorite tactic?”

“I'm assuming that would be ‘worst horror movie of the century’, then ‘hold her when scared’?” I ask, and Sy nods. “What if I don't get scared?”

“I could pretend to be scared.” He smirks down at me. “But we'd have to switch positions.”

I shake my head. I'm comfortable, lying here with my head on his chest, my leg swung over his. There's one thing missing, though. Blankets. Lots of ‘em!

“It's freezing in here, sugar.” Oh? Really? I hadn't noticed! It's not like I turned the heater off before I left and opened the window... I look up at him like I don't know what he's talking about, but he won't fall for it. “Fucking hell, y'all are somethin' else!”

We get under the covers, and I sigh as I sink into his arms again. “But it's comfy, right?”

He rolls his eyes at me and turns his attention back to the TV. “Horror, romcom or something else?”

“Romcom. Anything Ashton Kutcher is fine by me.” Besides... I was actually hoping we wouldn't be watching most of it because we'd be too busy doing other things. Like making out like our lives depend on it.

Imagine my surprise — and horror — when I see an annoyingly large amount of Ashton Kutcher, and very little of Sy's body. What is he waiting for? An invitation carved in marble? I'm practically on top of him, for crying out loud! This is just rude.

And as if that's not bad enough... “Sugar, would you stop squirming?” he suddenly asks.

“I'm squirming to get your attention,” I huff. “Y'know... so you'll grab me, and kiss me, and we can get to the good stuff? You inside me, to name something...”

He winces when I say it. What kind of man winces at the prospect of sex? Okay, I mean... tons of them, probably, and for all kinds of good reasons... But Sy is known, by and large, as a bit of a slut.

“Hey!” he says, glaring at me when I point that out. “Us sluts get nervous, too.”

“Nervous about what?” Oh my God! “Shit, about what I said last time? I mean... I wasn't kidding, but... Ah. First time, right?” The nod he gives in response is damn near imperceptible. “You know we don't have to go there, right?”

“I, eh... No, that's not... Not that I... Wh— I give up. There's no way to say that in any kind of way that doesn't make it sound like I'm not here for you, but for that, and...”

“The gist of what you're not saying would be that it's every man's dream, right?” I can't hold back my laughter. “Sy, it's okay! You suffered through Shania Twain for me — even though I suspect you secretly love her — and you tell me you like me in public, I know—”

“Is the bar really that low, Liz?” He stares at me with wide open eyes, and I can't think of a single thing to say.

I shrug, tears burning behind my eyes as I barely manage to squeeze the words out: “Yeah. I mean, with guys, it sort of is...”

His fingers trail over my cheek, all the way down until they rest at the nape of my neck, and he pulls me close. “You deserve better.”

I guess we're finally done with Ashton Kutcher for tonight... Sy's lips are warm against mine as he kisses me. It's tender. Romantic. Lacking every bit of the raw, needy passion from the New Years party... I'm sure I'll get to see that side of him again sooner rather than later, though. I can feel in in the way he pulls me in, fingertips pressing into my lower back as he firmly holds my body flush against his.

He's hard — my squirming worked — but there's nothing about him or his behavior that draws any attention to the fact. What a true gentleman.

Sy pulls back and raises an eyebrow when I chuckle out loud. “Not what a man wants to hear,” he mutters under his breath, making me laugh even harder.

“I’m sorry,” I manage between fits of laughter. Am I laughing to avoid having a serious conversation about this? Absolutely! It’s way too early for that. I barely know this guy. That said, the laughter isn’t exactly helping, I suppose, so it doesn’t really matter. “It’s just that you’re trying so hard to be sweet and gentlemanly and I’m over here trying to seduce you and it feels a little… backwards? It’s funny, okay?”

His eyes darken, and when he speaks again, his voice is low and rough. “Ain’t so funny to me, sugar.” If the voice wasn’t doing it, the way he’s squeezing my ass through my jeans right now would. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been dreaming about that pretty mouth on my dick.”

Oh, so we’re playing it like that, all of a sudden? “Including that other thing I did?” I tease. It’s fun to watch his cheeks flush as he tries to keep his composure.

“I’d like to reiterate my disinterest in silicone horse cock,” he says, his voice surprisingly steady. “But otherwise; yeah.”

I look at him for a second too long, and next thing I know, we’re both laughing uncontrollably. “If we keep this up, neither of us is getting laid tonight,” I manage in between fits of laughter.

“Might be for the best…” Hey, what now? I frown — not in an angry way, but in complete and utter confusion. Sy sighs deeply and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m stalling. Under normal circumstances… No, fuck, I didn’t mean— That’s not— All I’m sa—”

He rolls onto his back and groans while I bite back a laughing fit that would most likely make him run.

“Sy,” I whisper, scared that if I speak louder, I won’t be able to control myself, “stop worrying about saying the wrong thing. These are not normal circumstances — well, they are for me, but you know what I mean. You have some leeway in the vocabulary, I promise.”

I take a deep breath and roll on top of him, straddling his hips and sliding my hands under his t-shirt. Don’t feel like laughing now, do you, Thomson? Sy groans when I roll my hips. The way he looks up at me raises goose bumps all over my body. Big hands rest on my thighs, fingers tightening with every move of my hips, squeezing me hard…

My hands are on his chest now, nails digging into his skin, leaving little half-moon marks from the pressure. His eyes are locked on mine, his breathing heavy and quick… As soon as I sit up again, he pulls his shirt over his head, and I follow suit. His Adam’s apple bobs aggressively when he swallows hard, and I smile smugly.

I appreciate being appreciated. Admired. Coveted. And Sy is giving me exactly what I need.

He sits up against the headboard, pulling me in with just two fingers hooked into the waistband of my jeans. Heated moans fill the air as he crushes his mouth against mine, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth while his hands work quickly to undo my belt and unbutton my jeans.

“Could’ve worn one with a zipper,” he growls quietly as he fusses with buttons number two and three. Yeah. I could have. He should be glad they’re not skinny jeans.

The sensation of his warm hands competing with the cold air as he moves them over my waist and the small of my back, is electrifying. To make matters worse — or better — it’s followed by a slow, sensual kiss in my neck. Then another. Then another.

He’s moving, searching, my hands clasping the back of his head, guiding him, until… There. Heady moans escape me with every pass of his tongue over that spot at the crook of my neck, every playful nibble, while every needy roll of my hips earns me a dark chuckle, muffled against my skin. One hand rests on the band of my bra, while the other is draped around my waist, pulling me down while his hand dips into my jeans and squeezes my ass.

Fuck. I need friction. Lots of it. Now! I grind down on him harder, but it’s not working — not like this. There’s too much denim. Too many clothes in general, I—

One simple move of his hand and my bra snaps open. Damn, he’s good. I sigh, my breath quivering with disappointment as his mouth leaves my neck and travels down my sternum.

Sy's barely had his mouth on my nipple for ten seconds when a sudden, harsh bite makes me whimper. “Take these fucking jeans off,” he growls, pushing me back with force. He takes care of his belt buckle with one hand. Why is that hot? “And everything else, too.”

Moments later, we’re naked, pressed up against each other, every atom of space between us one too many. I used to hate being naked — I still do, occasionally, but right now, with him… It’s wonderful. My hands roam over his chest, down his abs, exploring his body. I teasingly run a finger down the length of his cock, and he shivers, moaning into my mouth as we continue making out. It’s his turn to grind against me with burning need and impatience, and I chuckle.

It’s a powerful feeling to have a man want you this bad.

His hands linger on my ass, his touch switching between punishing and demanding, and hesitant and shy.

“You’ll have to, at some point,” I tease. He knows what I mean.

“I—” The end of his sentence is an adorably helpless, clueless look as he shrugs.

It’s a good thing I don’t mind taking point for educational purposes, or else this whole thing never would have worked out. Behind my back, I grab his wrist, and bring his fingers up to my lips. He gets the hint, biting his lip as I suck his fingers into my mouth, his cock twitching against my stomach.

I reach down between us and wrap my fingers around his hard length, while Sy very slowly and very gently eases a finger into my ass. I resist the urge to chuckle when I see his eyes go wide. Sy’s face doesn’t usually have subtitles, but I can see every thought going through his head right now in quick succession.

“I said it would fit,” I say, “not that you could ram it up there within ten seconds, no problem. Just take it easy, take your time.”

“Is it— I mean, does it…” His voice trails off into a desperate moan when I trail my thumb over the underside of the head of his cock.

“Feel good? Yeah it does.” I push back against his finger a bit. I’m five seconds away from begging him for more, faster, harder, deeper, anything… The feeling of the tip of a second finger teasing me gets my hopes up, but he stops.

“Do you have any lube?” he asks carefully.

It takes everything I have to not roll my eyes. Not only do I think that stupid questions do exist, I also firmly believe they deserve an equally stupid answer. “No, I was planning on taking this entire thing up my ass completely dry,” I snap a little too sourly as I squeeze his cock, making him groan. “Believe me, neither of us want that. That’s how you end up in the ER.”

I can barely reach my nightstand from this position, but I don’t really want to move away from him. Finally! I triumphantly pull the bottle out of the drawer. “Here you go! Don’t ration it.” He laughs when I wink at him.

He takes the advice to heart, coating his fingers in a very liberal amount of lube. I continue stroking him as my heart flutters in anticipation. My stomach is sticky with precum — his too, probably — and every stroke draws another deeply sexy moan from him while he explores me with two thick fingers, moving them as if he’s searching for some— Ah! Right.

“Wrong angle,” I moan against his skin, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

I push his hand away and lift my leg up to his hip. Sy understands immediately, reaching between my legs to continue what he was doing.

“Found it,” I say, smirking up at him when he’s found the right spot. I abandon my attempt to continue the sort-of-handjob I was working on. We both need to focus right now.

One of the best things about Sy is that he seems happy to put his ego aside for the sake of learning. He’s not insulted by instructions, and he takes advice to heart. I’d say I appreciate it, but it’s really more of a hard requirement to even get into my bed — it's been quite a while since I last wasted my time on silly little boys who don’t listen when I clearly spell out to them what feels good and what doesn’t.

Sy is a quick study, too, and I’m squirming in his arms in no time, breathing heavily against his neck, with my arms wrapped tightly around him.

“Don’t change a thing,” I moan. Pressure steadily builds inside me, and I know an earth-shattering orgasm is within arms reach, and all he has to do is keep. going. “I’m so close…”

Every perfectly steady stroke of his fingers winds me tighter and tighter until I snap. A sharp his escapes Sy when I dig my nails into his back and bite his shoulder. It’s the only thing I can do to keep myself from screaming as every fiber of my being unravels around his fingers.

He lets me catch my breath for a moment, then he looks at me, unsure how to proceed.

“One more, to be sure,” I say weakly, not entirely recovered yet. I’m pretty damn relaxed, so I don’t expect much trouble. Indeed, the next finger slips in without a hitch. Good. “Wanna give it a try?”

He nods furiously, catching himself in the act and calming down immediately to a tougher, more laissez-faire attitude. I can’t help but chuckle as I reach for the drawer again and pull out a condom.

“How, eh…” He makes a few vague hand gestures.

“The logistics?” I ask, and Sy nods in reply. “I prefer doggy, but…”

“I want to see your face,” he blurts out before I can finish my sentence. It’s sweet, he doesn’t easily look shy…

I pull him in for a kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, and clearly telling me just how nervous he is right now. When he breaks the kiss, he leans his forehead against mine and lets out a trembling breath.

“I want you on top of me,” I say softly, and he nods, moving to sit on his knees between my legs. He puts the condom on and then takes the bottle of lube, applying a generous amount to his cock before looking at me. There’s a question burning in his eyes.

I let my legs travel up his sides, never breaking eye contact, until my ankles are on his shoulders. He lifts a trembling hand, hooking it around my thigh, and pulls me closer before leaning over me. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous, sugar.”

“Look at me, Sy,” I say, cupping his face in my hands. “Just take it easy, go slow, and listen to me. That’s all you have to do.” Well, that and screw me to heaven and beyond. But let’s not tell him that right now.

He swallows hard, putting more of his weight on top of me as he uses one hand to position himself, and I feel him slowly, steadily pushing into me. It’s impossible to fight back a grin when I see his face: mouth hanging open, eyes wide at first, then screwed tightly shut…

“Easy,” I remind him gently. He’s not hurting me — not yet. “Stop for a second.” He instinctively pulls away, but I stop him. “Just stay there. Give me a second.”

My heart threatens to jump right out of my chest, and it feels like electricity runs through my veins — it’s exactly that excitement that keeps me from being able to handle this right now, and it bugs me.

Deep breath in. Hold. Breathe out.

I repeat it a few times, until I feel Sy sink into me a little further. “We’re good,” I say, my voice barely more than a breath.

Carefully, he pushes deeper into me, until his hips rest against my ass. “Goddamn, sugar,” he pants.

“Tell me about it,” I reply with a smile, relishing the feeling of his thick cock stretching me out. His first thrust makes me whine — then again, louder, when he leans down to kiss me. He sticks with a slow, gentle rhythm, in time with the way his lips move against mine. His low growls mixed with my moans fill the room, and soon I’m begging him to go faster.

“I won’t last ten seconds,” he grunts, but I don’t really care. So he sits up on his knees again and picks up the pace, his thrusts growing rougher with every move. His breathing quickens, his grip on my thighs tightens. I watch his face closely, amusement mixed in with my own desire. His eyes are closed, brow furrowed. A bead of sweat runs down his forehead. He’s clenching his jaw, lips trembling as he tries to hold on — but it’s no use.

“Fuck.”

‘Fuck’, indeed. His last thrusts are reckless, punishing, the low growl he lets slip as he finishes is music to my ears. I whine softly when he pulls out, taking a moment to adjust to the sudden emptiness.

It gets worse when he gets out of bed to clean up. I’m shivering, cold and alone, furiously wishing for Sy to come back and hold me. “Sy?” I plead. “Please talk to me.”

“What? I’ll be right there, sugar.” I know it’s ridiculous. He doesn’t even leave the room, for crying out loud! And yet I feel tiny and abandoned until Sy crawls back under the covers with me and holds me safely in his arms. “Shower?”

“Tomorrow,” I sigh, snuggling tightly against his chest. Yeah. This is alright.

[avenin7]

Stupid mod au questions to answer at your convenience - road trip edition.

*Which characters can/will drive?

*Who chooses the music and what are they playing?

*Who inhales car snacks the whole jorney and who gets super car sick?

*Who is antisocial and wears their headphones the entire time and who talks nonstop and tries to get everyone to play games?

*Who has a steel bladder for like nine hours and who shamelessly pees in a bottle?

*Who takes the night shift driving?

*Who demands they stop at McDonald's and what is everyone getting?

*Who conks out and sleeps the whole jorney? Who takes gratuitous photos of them to upload to Instagram?

*Who gets unbearably cranky being in a small space with other people for too long and ends up in a fight?

*Finally; which song comes on the radio that causes them all to have to sing along?

Hii! Thank you for the ask! I wanted to do some art to go along with it it but I am burnt out haha. I've actually thought about this a lot actually!!

As much as Daruk would want everyone to carpool in his van, nobody trusts that shitbox to not explode within 60miles, so they take Link's subaru. Drivers would be all of them but location decided who's driving where. Revali, Urbosa, Mipha, Daruk can all navigate in cities pretty well (Daruk REQUIRES directions or else he will pick a direction and just drive endlessly). Link and Zelda do better with highway driving. They don't like last minute changes or not knowing where they're going, so being on the highway and cruising is preferable. (Link has really really good navigation, he just gets overwhelmed easily).

I would say they are probably listening to Urbosa's music the most. Second is probably Daruk. They both lean towards r&b music and pure chill vibes which is good for driving. (NOT Mipha's Rob Zombie or Link's Skrillex). They play that stuff when they're trying to stay awake at 2 am

Daruk & Link are the car snack demolishers but also surprisingly Revali as well. He mindlessly eats to keep himself engaged while driving (especially if nobody is actively talking to him). The rest of the group is eating junk but Revali & Urbosa are snacking on roasted cashews and spicy pickles like the freaks they are. And also speaking of food. When on road trips dietary restrictions kind of go out the window for sake of convenience. So nobody is really worried about "oh McDonald's is unhealthy" because theyre most just wanting easy calories for cheap. They usually just get a massive order of like 40 chicken nuggets and several large fries and plain burgers to share. If anyone wants anything specific they order it for themselves. (The amount of sauce packets lost in Link's car is unreal)

I think they'd all go in shifts of being antisocial and overstimulated. Having to take frequent breaks to stretch and get away from each other. But Link probably wears his ear defenders the most when he's not driving. Mostly cause even if everyone is quiet there's still going to be noise. So surprisingly he gets the most bickery and angry with people. Snappish. Revali or Mipha would probably try and get people to talk the most. Revali because he gets really bad highway hypnosis and so talking helps him. Mipha because she just loves making up games. Also she and Link are the ones to yell "cows!" every time they see them outside. (while Link reverently murmurs "horses" whenever he sees a horse)

Revali and Urbosa share nightshift driving duties. They both have the best eyesight and enjoy the quiet. Mipha also does too and her & Revali have had some really good heart-to-hearts while everyone has been asleep.

Link I think would want to conk out but can't, so Daruk does. He would be out and snoring the entire drive. 16 hours. He doesn't give a fuck. I think Zelda or Mipha would be the instagram photo girlies. Wanting to capture the moments (especially Mipha, she has a passion for photography). Revali only takes cringefail photos of everyone for blackmail xD

any song by Shania Twain or Lincoln Park is screamed at top volume. Also Eminem, 50 Cent, Sean Paul, Post Malone. Nobody is a Swiftie but if somebody had to be, it would be Revali 100%. (I have other songs and artist but I can't think of any right now TAT I do have a playlist of au music)

Don't Stop Believing by Journey is another song everyone screams and Bohemian Rhapsody. Pink Floyd is a particular favorite of Daruk, Link, Urbosa

Oh! I forgot! Link and Zelda can hold their bladders the longest. Daruk/Revali are both peeing in bottles without a care. Urbosa would but she doesn't have a device to help. Mipha thinks they're all gross and unhealthy in their bladder habits.

[bebepac]

Six Sentence Sunday 05.21.23 / Mood Music Monday

I have a new obsession peeps.  I am watching this series called FROM currently, and it  has all my senses tingling.  Talking to some friends I have realized, 1. I like shows set in small towns where weird stuff is happening. 2. If the people are trapped in said town and there is spooky, weird or supernatural stuff going on, or something that just can’t be explained, I’m all about that life.   And From tickles my fancy,  watch it be cancelled tomorrow, as this tends to happen with all of my weird favorited shows.  

Work has been crazy, but just recently in the past few days, even though work is still insane,  I’ve been inspired to write, even though my whole day is spent typing for  my job.  Go figure.  

So here’s amazingly what i’ve posted in the last little bit:

The Life of Riley: Book Two:  Garden Party Photo  Op

The Rotten Apple 🍎:  The Last Part: 

Original post: 05/21/23 at 7:52PM EST.

Here’s what I have in the pipeline 

This one is a surprise.  It came to me after I had a conversation with @angelasscribbles about Drake.  

It could be honestly seen as a prequel to my fic with If Only For The Night

The Book:  TRR Mood Music Monday Submission:  That Don’t Impress Me Much by Shania Twain The Moments In Between Pairings:  None:  TRR MC is single Status:  Still in the writing process, nearly complete!

To be honest, I wasn’t even surprised about how the trip was going being in Lythikos for Olivia’s tribute to Prince Liam.  The room she put me in was basically a refurbished broom closet, dinner was served to my table cold with portions of the entree missing.  But what struck me and what did surprise me is that Liam didn’t notice, and never checked up on us, supposedly his true blue friends were all sitting at the neglected table and he didn’t even glance in our direction the whole evening,  

And not to mention….the kiss. He let her kiss him in front of the whole court. He genuinely appeared surprised when it happened, but everyone at the table, all their eyes were trained on me for a response.  I mean honestly, what could I say?  Prince Liam is not my boyfriend, I’m a suitor in this game we’re all playing.  I am competing for a man that at this point has no true allegiance to me.

Nonchalantly I shrugged my shoulders.  “She went for it.  You know, she doesn’t usually get this much individual time with the Prince, so I can’t fault her for shooting her shot.”  

“You’re a lot calmer than I thought you would be, Brooks.”  

“I mean, these so-called 'noble' royals have been showing me who they are this whole time, I’d be a fool not to believe them.”  

“You deserve a drink Brooks,  meet up with me later, and we’ll find where the good stuff you like is stored in this keep.”  

“I really might have to take you up on that.”  

Liam finally cornered me for a brief moment, as I stood on the balcony letting the cool wind revitalize me.  

“Are you angry with me for what happened?”

“No.”  

“I thought you might be.”  

“How can I Liam? you haven’t so much as stated any intentions you have for me, or of any feelings you might feel for me because you say, you can’t.  You have a duty to your people and I get that.  But don’t forget, all of us are “your people, and we are getting mistreated by some of these people that are supposed to be the “Nobility.”

Mood Music Monday Submission:  This Woman’s Work by Kate Bush Final Chapter: The Wedding The Book: TRH Series:  The Rotten Apple 🍎 Pairings:  Elle x Nico (Eleanor x M!OC) Status:  Still in the writing process

The family was sitting at the table eating breakfast when there was an urgent knock to the door.

“I wonder who that could be this early?”

“You’re not expecting anyone?”

“No.” Nico wiped his mouth with his napkin and rose from the table, as Tomas  immediately headed towards the door behind Nico.

“Should we be concerned?”  Liberty asked.  

“I don’t think so, it’s probably nothing.”

A few moments later Nico and Tomas returned with one more gentleman in tow.

"Liberty you have a guest, Michail has come to see you. Apparently you told him you were leaving today, he wanted to make sure he saw you before you left."

“Hello Liberty.”  

Elle wanted to laugh at the side eye her father was giving poor Michail.

“Hi Michail.” She had never heard her sister’s voice sound so giddy before. 

Liberty gasped immediately reaching for her hair.

"You look perfect Libby," Elle whispered to her sister. Now Elle felt the way her sister had felt; she was the matchmaker.  "Go say hello to him."

She watched her sister smiling and talking to her young gentleman caller who had brought her a bouquet of hand picked flowers, that Liberty didn't mind in the least. There was a light flush to her cheeks.

Elle smiled walking up to the two of them.

"Is your guest staying for breakfast?"

She didn't wait for him to answer in true Mama K fashion.

"I'll fix you a plate. And I'll put these in water. Nico please get a chair for Libby's guest."

"Thank you."

Chapter 5: Moonlight Rendevous The Series:  The Blue Honey Cafe The Book: TRR Pairings: TRR MC is single Status:  Still in the writing process

He sat down on the blanket with Riley placing the popcorn between the two of them.  

“I’m glad you could come over here for a bit Mason, to sit here with me.”  

“Me too.”  

Mason tried not to read too much into it, but as the movie went on Riley seemed to inch closer to him.  She was so close to him that he could smell  the perfume of her body and the scent of her shampoo in her hair.  

After the movie,  Mason helped Riley pick up her things and fold her blanket.  

“I had a great time with you Riley.”

“Me too Mason.   I loved the movie. They definitely left it open for a sequel. What did you think of the movie?”

“She did a lot of terrible stuff.  But I don’t know why, I still want her to be happy.”

“Because she’s not all bad. She felt guilt and remorse.”

“Exactly……. Well this is awkward.”  

“What’s wrong?”

“The food truck, my ride is gone, therefore I have no way to get back to the restaurant and my vehicle.”  

“I’ll take you.”

“Thanks Riley, that's nice of you.”

Mason carried all her stuff to the car for her.        

“Hey I know, you’re depending on me to get back to your car, but I was wondering if  you felt up for doing something else for a little bit.  I mean we’re already out, and we both said we need to be more social.”

“What did you have in mind?”  

“Okay hear me out.. I’ve always wanted to go to this place.”

“Wheelz?!?!?!  This used to be my favorite place as a kid.  I had several birthday parties here. Midnight skating slaps.”

“But you said this was your favorite place as a kid?”

“Kids can be teenagers too.”

“Are you good at skating?”

“I am great at skating, are you Riley?”  

“Yes, I wouldn’t have mentioned this place if I couldn’t.  I’m not trying to embarrass myself.  But I wanted to have someone to go with. I don’t have a date, so would you maybe be my plus one?”

“Yes. I’d be honored to be your plus one Riley Brooks.”

[huffledor-able541]

Thanks @wheels-of-despair for tagging me! I love seeing these type of things, especially when they give me an identity crisis😂

♡

✰ NINE PEOPLE I WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER ✰

Last Song: Drops of Jupiter by Train was the last song while the one playing right now is You're Still the One by Shania Twain. The one after is Angel of the Morning by Juice Newton (this one is a cover, the original singer is Evie Sands) I had to mention all three because...yeah, it takes me a while to gather my thoughts so my last song will end up being the third one I put by the time I post😅

Favorite Color: pinkalicious

Last Movie: Star Wars: Return of the Jedi (Episode VI) it was a rewatch indulgence two weekends ago (not this weekend) for me and I haven't watched any movies since then...

Currently Reading: Cress by Marissa Meyer (I read The Lunar Chronicles about 10 years ago and I figured it's time to revisit my favorite characters a whole decade later) PLUS a whole lotta Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington fanfics and Daryl Dixon fanfics (even though I took like a week break from them, will start reading again and catching up)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet and savory, NOT spicy AT ALL. I mean I can eat spicy stuff, but no thank you, I don't want to choose torture.

Relationship: I've been single my whole life. My delulu mind lives by the words of James Bay, "I'm not waiting, but I'm willing if you call me up. If you ever want to be in love, I'll come around." I still have false hope that I will reconnect with that one guy (aka my could've been/what if...) from so many years ago😂 Not me having a Snape ALWAYS moment. I'm a hopeless romantic so really I'm just holding on to the idea of him. He wasn't even that great🤣 (not me ranting, sorry not sorry) Best relationship one could have is through y/n fanfics, honestly 😭

Current Obsession: Collecting all types of stickers and placing them in my sticker book. There's no shame in an adult collecting stickers. 😤

Last Thing I Googled: the notebook ending (I'm pretty sure I watched it once years ago and I've read how it ends many times but no matter what, I always forget how it ends whenever I see a meme or post about the movie. SO I searched it up to remind myself how it ended. Also, I'm not much for romance movies which is why I've probably only watched it once in my life.😅)

Currently Working On: Myself really and job applications. I had to take a break after graduating to get my mental and physical health in line and well. Now I'm applying for jobs which is also why I took like a week off of reading fanfic🙈

♡

I like explaining my answers...if you couldn't tell.

I tried stalking mutuals and some accounts I follow to prevent it, but if you've already been tagged by someone else...oopsies. Please feel free to ignore this, no pressure✌️:

@curiositydooropened @galaxy-siren @sattlersquarry @silent-stories @worth-the-chaos @munsons-maiden @jadeylovesmarvelxo

@daryl-dixon-daydreams @multi-fandomfuckboy

[hime-memes]

                           • Shania Twain Lyric Starters •

Unfortunately, I am country at heart -- so, we have some starters from the lyrics of one of the most celebrated country singing queens on the planet ! ( Second only to Dolly Parton ! ) I’m talking about Shania Twain ! ( I mostly went with the greatest hits, with a few of my lesser known faves sprinkled in, and there is a vast variety of lyrics under the cut to choose from ! )  

As always: These have been modified for cohesive and sensical use for the general RPC. Feel free to change anything within these that you see fit to make it work for your muse & the receiver’s muse !

Recommended For: Any muses/plots/timelines.

Trigger Warnings For: Cheating, alcohol mentions, innuendo, light swearing

‘ From This Moment On ‘ “ From this moment; life has begun. “ “ From this moment; you are the one. “ “ Right beside you is where I belong ... from this moment on. “ “ I live only for your happiness. “ “ ... And for your love ? I'd give my last breath. “ “ I give my hand to you with all my heart ! “  “ I can't wait to live my life with you; I can't wait to start. “ “ You and I will never be apart. “ “ ... My dreams came true because of you ... “ “ As long as I live: I will love you, I promise you this. “ “ There is nothing I wouldn't give from this moment on. “ “ You're the reason I believe in love. “ “ ... You're the answer to my prayers from up above. “ “ All we need is just the two of us. “ ‘ You’re Still The One ‘ “ Looks like we made it ! “ “ Look how far we've come, [ insert petname ]. “ “ We mighta took the long way, but we knew we'd get there someday. “ “ They said, ‘ I bet they'll never make it ! ‘ ... “ “ Just look at us holding on. We're still together; still going strong ! “ “ You're still the one I run to. “ “ You’re the one that I belong to. “ “ You're still the one I want for life ! “ “ You're still the one that I love ... the only one I dream of. “ “ ... You're still the one I kiss goodnight. “ “ Ain't nothin' better; we beat the odds together. “ “ I'm glad we didn't listen: Look at what we would be missin' ! “  ‘ Man ! I Feel Like A Woman ! ‘ “ Let's go, girls ! “  “ I'm goin' out tonight, and gonna let it all hang out. “ “ I wanna make some noise: really raise my voice ! “  “ Yeah, I wanna scream and shout ! “  “ No inhibitions, make no conditions & get a little outta line ... “ “ I ain't gonna act politically correct: I only wanna have a good time ! “  “ The best thing about bein' a woman ? Is the prerogative to have a little fun ! “ " Oh yeah, go totally crazy ... forget I'm a lady ... “  “ Men's shirts, short skirts -- really go wild & ( yeah ), doin' it in style ! “  " I’ll get in on the action, maybe feel the attraction ... “ “ I’ll color my hair, do what I dare -- I wanna be free to feel the way I feel. “ “ Man, I feel like a woman ! “  “ The girls need a break. Tonight, we're gonna take the chance to get out on the town. “ “ We don't need romance. “ “ We only wanna dance. “ “ We're gonna let our hair hang down. “ ‘ Honey, I’m Home ‘ “ The car won't start, it's falling apart ! “  “ I was late for work and the boss got smart ... “ “ My pantyline shows; I got a run in my hose ... My hair went flat ! ( Man, I hate that ! “ “Just when I thought things couldn't get worse: I realized I forgot my purse ! “ “ With all this stress I must confess, this could be worse than PMS. “ “ This job ain't worth the pay ! “ “ Can't wait till the end of the day ... “ “ Hey, honey, I'm on my way ! “  “ Honey, I'm home and I had a hard day ... “ “ Pour me a cold one -- and oh, by the way ... ! “ “ Rub my feet, gimme something to eat ... Fix me up my favorite treat ! “ “ Honey, I'm back: my head's killing me ! I need to relax and watch TV. “ “ Get off the phone an’ give the dog a bone ! “ “ I broke a nail opening the mail -- I cursed out loud 'cause it hurt like hell. “ “ This job's a pain, it's so mundane: it sure don't stimulate my brain ... “ “ Oh, rub my neck will you ? “ “ Oh, that feels much better ! “ ‘ That Don’t Impress Me Much ‘ “ I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart, but you've got being right down to an art. “ “ You think you're a genius: you drive me up the wall ! “ “ You're a regular original, a know-it-all ... “ " You think you're special ... oh, you think you're something else ! “ “ ... OK, so you're a rocket scientist ? “ “ That don't impress me much. “ “ So you got the brains, but have you got the touch ? “ “ Now, don't get me wrong, I think you're alright -- but that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night. “ “ I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket & a comb up his sleeve, ‘just in case‘ ! “ “ ... And all that extra-hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it; 'Cause Heaven forbid, it should fall outta place ... “ “ OK, so you're Brad Pitt ? “ “ So you got the looks, but have you got the touch ? “ “ You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine ... “ “ You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in ! “ “ I can't believe you kiss your car good night ! Now, c'mon, baby, tell me ? ... You must be jokin', right ? “ “ OK, so you've got a car ? That don't impress me much. “ “ So you got the moves, but have you got the touch ? “ " That won't keep me warm on a long, cold, lonely night ... “ “ OK. So, what do you think ? You're Elvis or something ? “ “ Whatever ... That don't impress me. “ ‘ Love Gets Me Every Time ‘ “ Life was going great ! “  “ Love was gonna have to wait -- I was in no hurry, had no worries. “ “ Staying single was the plan, I didn't need a steady man. “ “ I had it covered, 'til I discovered ... that love gets me every time ! “ “ My heart changed my mind. “ “ And I gol' darn gone and done it ! “ “ I guess I fell in love. “  “ Must've been the way he walked ... or his sweet, sweet talk. ” “ I was quite content; Just a-payin' my own rent. “ “ It was my place: I needed my space ! “ “ I was free to shop around, in no rush to settle down. “ “ It's in the way he calls my name ... “ “ -- And I know I'll never be the same ! “ ‘ Don’t Be Stupid, ( You Know I Love You ) ‘ “ You're so complicated ! “ “ You hang over my shoulder when I read my mail ... I don't appreciate it ! “ “ When I talk to other guys, you think they're on my tail. “ “ I get so aggravated when I get off the phone & I get the third degree ! “ “ I'm really feelin' frustrated ! “ “ Why don't you take a pill & put a little trust in me ? ... And you'll see ! “ “ Don't freak out until you know the facts, relax. “ “ Don't be stupid, you know I love you ! “ “ Don't be ridiculous, you know I need you ! “  “ Don't be absurd, you know I want you ! ” “ ... Don't be impossible ... “ “ I'm mad about you ! “ “ I can't live without you ! “ “ I'm crazy 'bout you ... “ “ Stop overreacting ! “ “ You even get suspicious when I paint my nails ! “  “ It's definitely distracting the way you dramatize every little small detail. “ ‘ Up ! ‘ “ It's 'bout as bad as it could be ! “ “ Seems everybody's buggin' me. “ “ Nothing wants to go my way, it just ain't been my day -- nothin's comin' easily ! “ “ -- Even my skin is acting weird ! “ “ I wish that I could grow a beard ... “ “ Then, I could cover up my spots: Not play connect the dots ... I just want to disappear ! “ “ It can only go up from here ! “ “ Even something as simple as forgettin' to fill up on gas ... there ain't no explanation why things like that can make you cry. “ “ Just gotta learn to have a laugh. “ “ When everything is goin' wrong: don't worry, it won't last for long ! “ “ Yeah, it's all gonna come around. Don't go let it get you down ! “ “ You gotta keep on holding on ! “ ‘ I’m Gonna Getcha Good ‘  “ I don't wantcha for the weekend ... don't wantcha for a night. I'm only interested if I can have you for life ... “ “ I know I sound serious -- & baby, I am. “ “ You're a fine piece of real estate, and I'm gonna get me some land ... “  “ So, don't try to run, honey ! �� “ Love can be fun ! There's no need to be alone when you find that someone. “ “ I'm gonna getcha while I gotcha in sight. “ “ I'm gonna getcha if it takes all night ! “ “ You can betcha by the time I say ‘ Go ! ‘, you'll never say ‘ No ’.  “ I'm gonna getcha, it's a matter of fact. “ “ I'm gonna getcha, don't you worry 'bout that ! “ “ You can bet your bottom dollar in time, you're gonna be mine ! “ “ Just like I should, I'll getcha good ! “ “ I've already planned it. Here's how it's gonna be: I'm gonna love you & you're gonna fall in love with me. “ “ I'm gonna knock on wood -- I'm gonna getcha somehow, honey ... Yeah, I'm gonna make it good ! “  ‘ Forever & For Always ‘ “ I can hear your heartbeat -- I can hear it beating now. “ “ In your arms: I can still feel the way you want me when you hold me. “ “ I can still hear the words you whispered when you told me: ‘ I can stay right here forever in your arms ‘ ... “ " There ain't no way I'm lettin' you go now. “ “ I'll never see that day. “ “ 'Cause I'm keepin' you forever and for always ! “  “ We will be together all of our days. I wanna wake up every mornin' to your sweet face, always ! “ “ In your heart: I can still hear a beat for every time you kiss me. “ “ ... And when we're apart, I know how much you miss me ! “ “ I can feel your love for me in your heart. “ “ In your eyes, I can still see the look of the one who really loves me ... “ “ The one who wouldn't put anythin' else in the world above me ...  “ “ I can still see your love for me in your eyes ! “ ‘ Ka - Ching ! ‘ “ We live in a greedy little world, that teaches every little boy and girl to earn as much as they can possibly, then turn around and spend it foolishly ! “ “ We've created us a credit card mess. We spend the money that we don't possess ! “ “ Our religion is to go and blow it all ! So, it's shopping every Sunday at the mall ... “ “ All we ever want is more ! ( A lot more than we had before ) ... “ “ So, take me to the nearest store ? “ “ Can you hear it ring ? “ “ It makes you want to sing ! “ “ It's such a beautiful thing, ‘ ka-ching ‘ ! “ “ Lots of diamond rings -- the happiness it brings ? “ “ ... You'll live like a king with lots of money and things. “ “ When you're broke, go and get a loan: take out another mortgage on your home. “ “ Consolidate so you can afford to go and spend some more when you get bored. “ “ Dig deeper in your pocket -- Come on, I know you've got it -- Just dig deeper in your wallet ! “ ‘ It Only Hurts When I’m Breathing ‘ “ Hope life's been good to you since you've been gone ? “ “ I'm doin' fine now; I've finally moved on. “ “ It's not so bad, I'm not that sad ... I'm not surprised just how well I survived. “ “ I'm over the worst & I feel so alive ! “ “ I can't complain ... I'm free again. “ “ ... And it only hurts when I'm breathing. “ “ My heart only breaks when it's beating. “ “ My dreams only die when I'm dreaming. “ “ ... Don't think I'm lyin' 'round, cryin' at night ... “ “ There's no need to worry, I'm really alright ! “ “ I've never looked back as a matter of fact ... “ ‘ Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under ? ‘ “ Whose bed have your boots been under ? ” “ Whose heart did you steal I wonder ? “ “ This time did it feel like thunder, baby ? “ “ Don't look so lonely & don't act so blue -- I know I'm not the only girl you run to ! “ “ I know about your ‘ little Spanish flame ‘. “ “ I've seen you around with the redhead down the lane. “ “ Who did you run to & whose lips have you been kissin' ?! “  “ ... And whose ear did you make a wish in ? “ “ Is she the one that you've been missin', baby ? “ “ I heard you've been sneakin' around with [ NAME ] ... “ “ ... and what about that weekend with Miss Beverly Hills ? “ “ And I've seen you walkin' with long legs Louise ... “ “ ... And you weren't just talkin' last night with [ NAME ] ! “ “ So next time you're lonely don't call on me ! ( Try the operator, maybe she'll be free ! ) “ “ You better start talkin', or you better start walkin' ! “ ‘ Any Man of Mine ‘ “ This is what a woman wants ! “ “ Any man of mine better be proud of me & even when I'm ugly, he still better love me ! “ “ -- And I can be late for a date, that's fine ! ( But, he better be on time ! ) “  “ Any man of mine'll say it fits just right when last year's dress is just a little too tight. “ “ -- And anything I do or say better be okay when I have a bad hair day. “ “ If I change my mind, a million times: I want to hear him say ‘ yeah, I like it that way ’ ! “ “ Any man of mine better walk the line ... and better show me a teasin' squeezin' pleasin' kinda time ! “ “ I need a man who knows how the story goes ! “ “ He's gotta be a heartbeatin', fine treatin', Breathtakin', earthquakin' kind ! “ “ Well any man of mine better disagree when I say another woman's lookin' better than me ! “ “ -- And when I cook him dinner & I burn it black, He better say:  ‘ Mmm, I like it like that ! ‘ “  “ Any man of mine, wooLet me hear you say yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) “ You gotta shimmy, shake, make the earth quake -- kick, turn, stomp, stomp, then you jump heel to toe, then do si do ! “ “ 'Til your boots want to break, 'til your feet and your back ache -- Keep it movin' 'til you just can't take anymore ... “ “ Come on everybody on the floor ! “ 

‘ Come On Over ‘ “ Get a life ! Get a grip ! Get away somewhere, take a trip ! “ “ Take a break ! Take control ! Take advice from someone you know ! “  “ Pull up a seat & take a load off your feet ! “ “ You can unwind & take a load off your mind ... “ “ Make a Wish ! Make a move ! Make up your mind: you can choose ! “  “ When you're up, or when you're down -- when you need a laugh come around ! “  “ Be a winner ! Be a star ! Yeah, be happy to be who you are ! “  “ Gotta be yourself ! Gotta make a plan ! Gotta go for it while you can ... “ “ Come on over & come on in ! “ ‘ ( If You’re Not In It For Love ) I’m Outta Here ‘ “ Mind if I sit down ? “ “ Can I buy you a round ? “ “ Haven't seen your face before are you new in town ? “ “ It's the same old line ... every time. “ “ Are you here alone ? “ “ Can I take you home ? “ “ Now every woman sees with every ‘ pretty please ‘ -- There's a pair of lyin' eyes & a set of keys. “ “ He says come be a star, ( in the back seat of my car ) ! “  “ Oh, but, baby slow down -- you're goin' way too far ... “ “ If you're not willin' to give it all you got ... ? “ “ If you're not in it for life ... ? ” “ If you're not in it for love ... ? “ Let me make it clear to you my dear: If you're not in it for love, I'm outta here ... “ “ Babe, I can change your world; make you a cover girl ! “ “ Yeah, you could be a beauty queen in a magazine. “ “ ‘ Now tell me, what's your sign ? ‘, oh, why always the same old line ? “ “ I'll be in number 409 if you change your mind ... “ ‘ No One Needs To Know ‘ “ Am I dreamin' or stupid ? -- I think I've been hit by cupid ! “ “ ... But, no one needs to know right now. “ “ I met a tall, dark and handsome man & I've been busy makin' big plans ! “ " I got my heart set, my feet wet -- But, he don't even know it yet. “ " I'll tell him someday, some way, somehow ! “ “ -- But, I'm gonna keep it a secret for now ... “ “ I want bells to ring, a choir to sing, the white dress, the guests, the cake, the car, the whole darn thing ! “  “ We'll have a little girl, a little boy, a little Benji -- we call Leroy ! “ “ ... And I'm not lonely anymore at night, & he don't know that only he can make it right ... “ “ I'm not dreamin' or stupid -- But, boy have I been hit by cupid ! “  ‘ You Win My Love ‘ “ I'm lookin' for a lover who can rev his little engine up ... “ “ He can have a '55 Chevy or a fancy little pick-up truck ! “  “ If he's got a cool Cadillac with a jacuzzi in the back -- I'm in ! “  “ 'Cause I'm a classy little chassis who's a-huntin' for a heart to win ! “ “ Oh, but if you want to win it -- there's no speed limit. Just go faster, faster, don't be slow ! Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows ... ! “ “ You win my love ! “  “ You win my soul ! “  “ You win my heart ! “  “ Yeah, you get it all ... “  “ You make my motor run ! “  “ Yeah, you're number one. “ “ Oh, I'm a crazy little lady -- yeah, the kind you just can't slow down. “ “ I need a '65 cylinder racy little run around town ! “ “ I want a heartbreak Harley ... A full of steam dream machine ... Or just a little late night sexy long stretch limousine ! “

‘ Don’t ‘ “ Don't ! “  “ Don't you wish we tried ? “ “ Do you feel what I feel inside ? “ “ You know our love is stronger than pride ! “ “ Oh no, don't ... don't let your anger grow. “ “ Just tell me what you need me to know ... “ “ Please talk to me ! Don't close the door ! “ “ 'Cause I wanna hear you ... I wanna be near you. “ “ Don't fight, don't argue ! “  “ Give me the chance to say that I'm sorry ... “ “ Just let me love you: don't turn me away, don't tell me to go ! “ “ Don't give up on trust; don't give up on me ... on us ! “  “ If we could just hold on long enough -- ! “ “ We can do it ! We'll get through it ... “ “ Don't pretend that it's okay. We both know things won't get better that way ... “ “ Don't do something you might regret someday. “ ‘ Party For Two ‘  “ I'm having me a party ! “  “ I don't think I can come ... “ “ Uh, uh, this ain't just any kind of party ... ! “  “ Nah, I think I'll stay at home. “  “ Uh, oh, no - It's gonna be really, really hot ... “ “ Startin' to sound good ... “  “ I'm gonna put you on the spot ! “ “ Baby, maybe I should ? “ “ Yeah, there'll be lots of one - on - one ! “ “ Guess I could be there ... “ “ Come on and join the fun ! “  “ What should I wear ? “ “ I'll tell you that it: it doesn't matter what you wear, 'cause it's only gonna be you and me there ! “ “ I'm having a party, a party for two ! “  “ I ain’t invitin' nobody ... Nobody but you ! “ “ You'll be sexy in your socks ... ! “ “ We can polish the floors ... “ “ In case anybody knocks ? “ “ Let's lock all the doors ... “ “ Yeah ? All the things I'm gonna do ! I'm gonna do with you ... “ “ I want to try something new ! “ “ I want to try it, too ! “  “ That's all we really need. “ “ We're gonna party hearty - Just you and me ! “  “ Don't think about it now, don't even doubt it now ! “  “ It’s just you and me there ... “ “ That was great ! // Let's do it again ! “

[pli1999]

Party Like It's 1999 12/2/23

All I Want for Christmas Is Mairah Edition

The Wallflowers – “Sixth Avenue Heartache”

Radiohead – “My Iron Lung”

Squirrel Nut Zippers – “Hell”

The Mighty Mighty Bosstones – “The Impression That I Get”

Save Farris – “Come On Eileen”

No Doubt – “Spiderwebs”

Good Charlotte – “The Anthem”

Smash Mouth – “Walking on the Sun”

Jimmy Eat World – “Last Christmas”

The Lonely Island featuring Justin Timberlake – “Dick in a Box”

Mariah Carey – “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”

Mariah Carey – “Shake It Off”

Mariah Carey – “Dreamlover”

Big Pun featuring Joe – “Still Not a Player”

Ja Rule featuring Ashanti – “Always on Time”

Destiny’s Child – “Bills, Bills, Bills”

Jay-Z featuring UGK – “Big Pimpin’”

Montell Jordan – “This is How We Do It”

Boyz II Men – “Motownphilly”

Spice Girls – “Wannabe”

Ace of Base – “The Sign”

Backstreet Boys – “I Want It That Way”

N’SYNC – “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays”

Mariah Carey – “Always Be My Baby”

Mariah Carey – “Emotions”

Mariah Carey featuring ODB – “Fantasy (Remix)”

Juvenile – “Back That Azz Up”

Ginuwine – “Pony”

50 Cent – “In Da Club”

Britney Spears – “…Baby One More Time”

Shania Twain – “Man! I Feel Like a Woman”

Right Said Fred – “I’m Too Sexy”

C+C Music Factory – “Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)”

Mariah Carey – “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)”

Mariah Carey – “All I Want for Christmas is You”

Mariah Carey featuring Jay-Z – “Heartbreaker”

Mariah Carey – “Honey”

Mary J. Blige – “Family Affair”

Blackstreet featuring Dr. Dre – “No Diggity”

TLC – “Creep”

Salt-N-Pepa – “Shoop”

Hanson – “Mmmbop”

The Rembrandts – “I’ll Be There Fort You”

The Killers – “Somebody Told Me”

Lit – “My Own Worst Enemy”

Blur – “Song 2”

Yellowcard – “Ocean Avenue”

Chumbawamba – “Tubthumping”

Spice Girls – “Spice Up Your Life”

Bell Biv Devoe – “Poison”

Aqua – “Barbie Girl”

Cher – “Believe”

Janet Jackson – “If”

Sisqo – “Thong Song”

Backstreet Boys – “The Call”

Mariah Carey – “Someday”

Mariah Carey – “Obsessed”

Mariah Carey – “Touch My Body”

Big Mountain – “Baby I Love Your Way”

Inner Circle – “Sweat (A La La La Long)”

Natasha Bedingfield – “Unwritten”

Michelle Branch – “Breathe”

Semisonic – “Closing Time”

The Fray – “Over My Head (Cable Car)”

Counting Crows – “A Long December”

Hoobastank – “The Reason”

Dido – “Thank You”

[leafs-lover]

Did the Matthews fam do anything for the Fourth of July?

Tia made Maddie a bathing suit and she basically spent the entire day in it unless she was napping. When she was awake Auston would try to hold her as he’d wade in the pool but she hates the water. The second her toes get wet she’d scream bloody murder and Tia would take her, dry her off, calm her down, then put her in a float that is fully contained so she can’t get wet. It has a little sun cover to protect her from the sun and she sometimes falls asleep in it, it’s basically her home when they are outside at the pool.

Taylour wanted a muscle shirt and Tia had some pretty awesome designs drawn up, then he went and found one online and basically told Tia it had to be that one. She thought it was pretty basic but she wanted to keep him happy and didn’t push him on it. He ended up spending most of the day in the pool anyways so he rarely wore it.

Auston was in the pool a lot, but he came down to breakfast in this shirt which Tia and Trevor both equally loved. He only put it on for lunch, and was going to wear it once his family came over in the afternoon but couldn’t wear it in front of his mom so he wore the matching muscle shirt Tia made for him.

Tia didn’t really make herself anything. She’s been busy making clothes for Maddie and trying to decide what she’s going to make available with her line. She has also been trying to sketch up something to wear the kerfoot/Marissa’s wedding and Mitch/Steph’s while making herself and all her friends outfits to wear to the Era’s tour. She hasn’t actually made something for herself in a while because of how busy she has been with all that.

She did wear a blue bathing suit, and when not in the pool she had on jean shorts and a white t-shirt. She did make a headband similar to this because it’s super hot but also because Maddie started grabbing recently and has been pulling her hair. Felix got a bandana that matches Tia’s headband.

They spent the day at home by the pool. Some of Austons friends came over in the afternoon along with his parents and they had a big barbecue. Everyone went up to the roof and watched the fireworks (Maddie was asleep by that point) and then mostly everyone (except Auston’s parents) hung around and had some more drinks. Taylour stayed up until almost midnight eating the cupcakes Tia made, everyone drank a fair bit, and both Tia and Auston were incredibly hungover when their daughter woke them up at 6:30😂

Don’t forget Tia is part Canadian, and while she doesn’t have strong ties to her Canadian roots, all her kids are born there and her best friends are all Canadian. Since Canada Day fell on the Saturday, Becks, Camille, Max and Emily came down.

Maddie wore the same bathing suit top as on the fourth, but Tia made her Canadian flag bottoms to wear with it. Taylour wore a blue jays jersey (which spent most of the day on a pool chair) and a red maple leafs hat. Tia made herself a Canadian flag headband and wore her red bathing suit. Auston and Felix had matching Canadian flag bandanas.

They all just kinda hung out around the pool throughout the day, played a lot of Canadian bands (Tragically Hip, Rush, the Sheepdogs, the Arkell’s, Shania Twain and lots of her). That evening Auston dragged them all to the roof to watch a small firework show he paid for and didn’t tell Tia about because he wanted them to have fireworks to celebrate the holiday.

Ema and Brian came over to watch the kids and the rest of them went out for dinner and drinks. This time though, Ema and Brian stayed over and got up with Maddie so they could sleep through their hangover.

[picklebrinedgoblinmind]

Thanks for the tag, both @laurelindebear and @accidentallylita! Sorry this took a while. Did you know my username is 22 friggin characters long?? With a lot of repeat letters?? And that only like 2 songs in the entire world start with 'N' or 'I'?? I didn't know all any of this until I started, either, but here we go! I think I even managed not to repeat artists, even if I only ever listen to Hozier.

P: Pretty When You Cry - Vast

I: In Hell I'll Be in Good Company ‐ The Dead South

C: Cold Love - Rainbow Kitten Surprise

K: Killing in the Name - Rage Against the Machine

L: Lay All Your Love On Me - ABBA

E: Eat Your Young - Hozier

B: Blues Run the Game - Jackson C. Frank

R: Return of the Mack - Mark Morrison

I: I Want to Know Your Plans - Say Anything

N: Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner - Fall Out Boy

E: Every Time I Hear That Song - Brandy Carlile

D: Dirty Love - Mt. Joy

G: Good Kisser ‐ Lake Street Dive

O: Origin of Love - Hedwig and the Angry Inch

B: bury a friend - Billie Eillish

L: Land Locked Blues - Bright Eyes

I: I Will Follow You into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

N: No One Needs to Know - Shania Twain

M: Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

I: IV. Sweatpants - Childish Gambino

N: Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley (you're welcome)

D: Dear Fellow Traveler - Sea Wolf (big Rick/Ardeth feels)

Fuck it, here's a Playlist.

I am NOT tagging 22 people. Tag yourselves, I'd love to see/hear what any of you come up with.

URL song tag game

thank youuu @yesireadbooks

RULES: spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters.

*dramatically removes the cloth from the board*

AHEM

F- family line by conan gray

I- idontwannabeyouanymore by billie eilish

R-run and hide by sabrina carpenter

E-exile by Taylor swift

-

B-boys will be bugs by cavetown

U-until i found you by stephen sanchez and em beihold

T-tennis court by lorde

-

A-almost is never enough by ariana grande

S- strawberry blond by mitski

H-habits by tove lo

E-easier than lying by halsey

S- seventeen by ryan mccartan and barrett wilbert weed (from heathers the musical) -

T-this december by ricky montgomery

O-o my heart by mother mother

O-overwhelmed by royal and the serpent

oh my god 15 letters that was long.

@holdmyteaplease @spicymochi @guessillcallitart @escapetheinevitable @cabbojage @maewrites13 @macabremoons @briannaswords @tea-and-mercury @ashwithapen @blackcrxwking @lycaens @iannicellis @anonymousfoz @fioreshere

(did i choose specifically people with relatively long urls? yes.)

[britswriting]

Honey, I'm Home H.S

Summery: Y/N catches Harry singing Shania Twain in their home!

Y/N uses they/them pronouns!

Compete fluff, safe for all readers Xx

a/n: I wrote this back in April after his Coachella set.. but I didn't really like the imagine so I've just been sitting on it, but I guess I'll let y'all judge if you like it or not lol

song: Honey I'm Home - Shania Twain

“So, when Y/N found out that you were coming on the show…. They sent us a very exclusive video” Jimmy Fallon said with a smirk and Harry immediately blushed, covering his face causing Jimmy to laugh.

“Do you know what the video is?” Jimmy asked Harry who shook his head chuckling.

“I have an idea, but I don’t know for sure”

“Here, let’s just roll the tape!” 

On screen showed Harry dancing in his house, singing along to Shania Twain.

“My panytline shows, gotta run in my hose. My hair went flat, man, I hate that” Harry sang in the sassiest tone ever 

“Oh! Just when things couldn’t get worse! I realized I forgot my purse! With all this stress, I must confess, this could be worse than PMS” He sang along, quickly turning around when he heard Y/N laughing.

“This job ain’t worth the pay, can’t wait until the end of the day!” he sang to them, having the biggest grin on his face.

“Honey, I’m home and I had a hard day, pour me a cold one and oh, by the way, rub my feet, give me something good to eat. Fix me up my favorite treat” He danced towards them, doing his classic hip movement as he had the time of his life in his living room.

“Join me!” he shouted, watching them film him and they laughed. “Honey, I’m back, my neck’s killing me, I need to relax and watch tv. Get off the phone, give the dog a bone!” He continued to sing along, causing her to laugh as he showed off his dance moves.

Their camera got set down and Harry grabbed their hand, pulling them into him.

“I broke a nail opening the mail, I cursed out loud ‘cause it hurt like hell!” He held out his manicured hands and they laughed, Harry taking them by the hand, spinning them and the video ended with Y/N laughing and Harry grinning.

They cut back to Harry having the biggest grin on his face.

“So what was the backstory there?” Jimmy asked, Harry sitting up straighter.

“So, I was just hanging out in my home, and I felt like reminiscing, so I turned on Shania Twain, because who doesn’t love her? Anyway, I had to get some stuff done, so I turned on music to make it go by quicker, and they walked in on it” He chuckled.

“So you listen to Shania Twain in your free time?” Jimmy asked and Harry shrugged.

“I listen to almost anything, but I grew up with my mom and sister blaring her songs around the house.. Just kind of made me feel more at home I guess” 

Written on: April 23rd 2022

Masterlist

[hood-ex]

This is a fic written for @ckbookish for the prompt: Teen Roy and Dick (gen preferred) get into a snafu (with good/trying Bruce)

In all of Roy’s 16 years of living, he’d never felt as skittish as he did now, and that included the time Ollie had watched him shoot at the annual archery competition back on the reservation. Ollie had at least eased Roy into conversation and made him feel more comfortable with a few jokes here and there until Roy was able to relax a little.

But now? Sitting in the back of Bruce Wayne’s souped-up sedan? Roy was as tense as his bowstring. Everything about this experience was bizarre to him. The fact that Bruce owned an early 2000s sedan was weird enough on its own but seeing Bruce sitting behind the wheel sans Batman suit made Roy feel like he was living in The Twilight Zone. How could Batman be sitting there in a baseball cap and jeans? How could he be using a stick-on-the-window GPS to guide him 20 miles outside of Gotham? How could he—how could he look so fucking normal? How? How was that a thing that was happening right now?

Dick wasn’t making this experience any easier for Roy to process. He was sitting in the passenger seat with his feet on the dash, singing along to “You’re Still the One” by Shania Twain. Seriously. That was happening right now. And Roy wouldn’t say Dick necessarily sounded good, but he didn’t sound half-bad either. He didn’t know if that made this whole situation worse or not.

The only thing he did know was that he was going to see a ton of awesome cars today. Classic cars to be precise. Beauties like the 1957 Chevy Bel Air or the 1964 Corvette.

Underneath his tense muscles, Roy was practically shaking in excitement to get to the car show. He’d been amped up about it ever since Dick had invited him to go about two weeks ago.

The invitation had come as a surprise. One that Roy had happily accepted. He didn’t always see eye to eye with Dick when they were working together with the Teen Titans, but if there was one thing that they shared in common outside of kicking ass, it was a love for cars and bikes. Sports cars, old clunkers, vintage Harley’s, hot rods—whatever. If it had an engine, they were all over it.

Bruce apparently had an appreciation for cars as well. The classics, at least. Dick had mentioned that Bruce had a whole collection of them at Wayne Manor. Roy had no doubt they were probably all shiny and pristine. Each one costing an arm and leg to restore to their former glory. Roy may or may not have been working on a way to invite himself over so he could take a look at all of them.

“I see the sign for Springville,” Dick shouted over the music.

A second later, the GPS started speaking, signaling for Bruce to get off at the exit. Roy turned his attention to the world outside his window. The straight line of the highway disappeared and was replaced by a country town that was lined with small farms and suburban neighborhoods. It bled into supermarkets, gas stations, and little boutiques. Roy scoped out some of the places to eat while they drove down the strip. He was itching for a burger and intended to weasel his way into getting one no matter what Bruce or Dick had to say about it.

Bruce parked in a gravel lot and they eagerly tumbled out of the car. A hot breeze blew through Roy’s hair when he stretched his arms above his head. He glanced around at the large parking lot that all the show cars were neatly lined up in. Some of the cars that he could see were old rust buckets that probably had a lot of original parts. The other ones—the ones Roy was itching to see—were the modified models that were shining with fresh paint and waxed hoods. Those cars seemed to be drawing in the most crowds. People were peeking their heads under the hoods to get a good look at all the modified parts. Roy couldn’t wait to see them for himself.

He followed after Bruce and Dick towards the ticket table at the entrance of the parking lot. He was somewhat relieved that Bruce wasn’t playing too hard into his ditzy public persona today. Not that it seemed like he really needed to. No one’s eyes lit up with recognition when Bruce asked for three tickets.

The dark-haired man wearing a Star City t-shirt passed Bruce three stickers. “Puts these on your shirts so you can come and go as you please,” he said.

Roy took his from Bruce and slapped it over his heart.

“You two stay in this area and don’t wander off without telling me,” Bruce said. The narrowed-eyed look he gave them strongly implied feelings of: or else there will be consequences. “Dick, keep your phone on you in case I call.”

“Where else would I keep it?” Dick grinned.

The corner of Bruce’s mouth started to lift until he glanced at Roy. The small flicker of amusement in his eyes was snuffed out and turned into something more serious. Roy couldn’t help but feel out of place like his presence was keeping Bruce from acting like himself. Whatever “himself” looked like. Bruce had always been a bit of a cold asshole anytime Roy had been around him. Even when Bruce talked to Dick, there was a barrier there that made their conversations seem strictly business. Some part of Roy had always wondered if Bruce was the same way with Dick at home. For Dick's sake, he sure hoped not.

“I’ll see you two later,” Bruce said, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking off like he wasn’t expecting a reply.

Roy decided to give him one anyway. “See ya!” he shouted with a wave. He turned towards Dick who was staring at him with a raised brow. “You ready to go or what?”

Dick’s eyes were bright and playful when he leaned into Roy’s space. “I’ve been ready. I’m waiting for you to lead me.”

Roy huffed out a laugh. “Sorry, granny. I didn’t realize that was my job.”

He gave the lot another quick look over before deciding on their first stop which happened to be a mustard yellow 1971 Plymouth Hemi GTX. It was a thing of beauty. Roy wanted to run his hands over it and name it Ronda.

“This is sick,” he said. He poked his head in the window to get a look at the black leather seats and skinny steering wheel. “How’d you like to drive around in this thing?”

“I’d drive it every day of my life,” Dick said. His mouth twisted into a smirk. “You can ride shotgun.”

Roy scoffed. “You must have a screw loose in that big brain of yours because I’m sure as hell not going to be the one riding shotgun.”

“You can have that Oldsmobile 88 over there,” Dick said, pointing to the car across from them that looked similar to a 1950s Buick. “This one here is all mine.”

“You want to go, Grayson?” Roy asked. He put up his fists and pretended to punch Dick’s arm repeatedly. Dick raised a brow, clearly unimpressed. “I’m not afraid to fight you over a 426 Hemi engine.”

Dick laid his hand over his heart. “I’m a lover not a fighter,” he deadpanned. “Wouldn’t be a fair fight.”

Roy shoved Dick’s shoulder playfully and Dick immediately shoved him back. “Excuses, excuses,” Roy said, flapping his hand. “I can show you a thing or two about fighting.”

“How about you show me another car instead,” Dick said, gesturing at the rows of muscle cars that surrounded them.

Roy wasn’t about to say no to that. He offered his arm for Dick to take. “Madame.”

Dick eyed the arm for a second before his nose scrunched in disgust. “I’m not touching that. Look at all that sweat gleaming off you, Harper. You look like a damn tarmac after a sheet of rain hit it.”

“Sorry we can’t all have perfect sweat glands like you, Grayson,” Roy sniped back good-naturedly.

They continued to bicker as they headed towards a sleek, black ’69 Firebird. The owner of the car was happy to talk to them about the modifications he’d made to the engine and the exterior. He was really nice about it and even gave them advice on how to get into more heavy-duty modification projects in the future. A lot of these car owners here were like that. Just genuinely nice people who were passionate about sharing their hobby. Roy felt like he’d learned a lot by the time they finished seeing most of the cars.

“Are you hungry? Because I’m starving,” Roy said. His gurgling stomach sounded off as if to prove it.

“I could eat,” Dick nodded. “You want to go grab something at one of the places around here?”

“What about Bruce?” Roy asked.

“He won’t want anything,” Dick said. “Alfred made cassoulet for dinner last night and Bruce has been dying to eat the leftovers for lunch.”

Roy’s brow scrunched in confusion. “No idea what cassoulet is but okay.”

“It’s an Italian dish,” Dick said. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Burgers,” Roy said without even having to think about it. “I saw a burger place down the street. Want to walk there?”

Dick hummed in thought for a second before shrugging. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go. I’ll text Bruce where we’re going.”

They walked out of the lot towards the main road. There weren’t any sidewalks here so they walked through the too-long grass, making sure to keep out of the road to the right of them. Their feet crunched with every step and Roy kept a close eye on where he was putting his foot down so he didn’t accidentally step on any stumps or holes.

They had to walk across a few people’s yards before they could cross the street towards the burger place. Roy was glancing at the cars driving by them to make sure they weren’t going to get hit when Dick came to an abrupt halt. Roy just barely stopped himself from walking straight into Dick’s back.

“What are you d—” he started to say before he heard deep, guttural barks heading their way.

His head snapped over towards the one-story house they were walking past. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a big shape bolting around the side of the house and making its way through the middle of the yard. It took Roy a second to process that it was a scruffy, yellow-colored dog charging towards them with its teeth bared in a snarl. Roy could see the murderous fury shining in its dark eyes the closer it got.

“Don’t run,” Dick commanded, immediately pushing himself in front of Roy like a damn shield.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Roy yelled, grabbing at the collar of Dick’s shirt and tugging him backward. “It’s going to kill us!”

Roy’s hard pounded faster when a growl that Bowser would have been proud of rumbled deep in the dog’s chest. It came to a stop a few feet away from Dick. In Roy’s mind, that was way too damn close.

“Go on!” he yelled, ripping his shoe off his foot and throwing it in front of the dog, hoping it would scare it away. “Get out of here!”

The bounce of the shoe against the grass sent the dog back into motion. Between one blink and the next, the dog was launching itself forward. Dick dodged to the left at the same time as Roy did. Roy’s heart skipped a beat when the heel of his socked foot slid on a patch of moist dirt.

“Shit!” he yelled, losing his footing.

Before Roy could crumble to the ground, Dick wrenched him back up by the arm in one fluid motion. Roy’s eyes went wide and he didn’t even have time to yell out a warning before the dog launched itself at Dick, sinking its teeth into the meat of Dick’s left forearm. Dick screamed. The force of the dog’s weight sent Dick stumbling back into Roy’s chest. Roy just barely managed to brace himself to keep them all from tumbling to the ground in a dogpile.

Dick punched at the dog with his free hand but the dog held tight.

“Let go!” Dick yelled. “You stupid piece of—Roy!”

Roy moved like there was a fire under his ass. He flew behind the dog, grabbing the scruff above the dog’s tail and lifting him off the ground. The dog’s jaw released around Dick’s arm and it swung its head around towards Roy. Sharp canines nearly pierced Roy’s skin before Roy used all his strength to toss the dog to the side like a sack of potatoes.

The dog had barely even hit the ground before Roy felt a sharp tug on his arm that sent him careening towards the street.

“Go!” Dick yelled.

Before Roy could figure out where exactly he was supposed to go, Dick’s hand clamped down on his arm like an iron band and yanked him across the street full of moving cars. Roy let Dick drag him forward as they dashed across the asphalt. Rocks and little pieces of gravel bit into Roy’s sock. He could barely feel them. His mind was too busy chanting, go-go-go-go-go!

A car honked at them when they darted in front of it. Roy only had a second to wonder if they were going to get run over before Dick put on a burst of speed that had them flying to safety on the other side of the street. Dick didn’t stop. He kept pushing Roy onwards back towards the direction they came from. His grip on Roy’s arm never loosened. Roy wondered if he would have bruises shaped like Dick’s fingers there later.

“I think we can stop,” he panted after they were well out of sight from the dog’s house. He couldn’t even hear barking anymore. “Come on, let’s stop.”

Roy intentionally slowed his pace to make Dick do the same. Their feet thundered against the ground for a few more steps before they both came to a still.

“Ah, fuck,” Dick hissed between his teeth.

Oh, right, the bite. Roy had nearly forgotten about it while playing real-life Frogger. Whatever he thought the bite was going to look like didn’t prepare him for what he actually saw.

Dick was dripping with blood. It looked like Jackson Pollock had used him as a canvas. There were flecks of blood on his pants and shoes. There was also a large blob of it from where he must have had his arm pressed against his chest when he was running. Some of it was even smeared on the side of his jaw.

The worst of it was pooled along his arm where the skin was split open in multiple places. Roy could literally see where the dog’s teeth had gouged inside. That shit would need stitches for sure.

“Man, he got you good,” Roy said, shaking his head in sympathy. “That was fucking crazy. I’ve never seen a dog go berserk like that.”

“I have,” Dick said but didn’t elaborate. Not that Roy really expected him to when he was probably still trying to process the fact that his arm had almost been ripped off. “We need to call Bruce to come pick us up.”

“Yeah, okay,” Roy said. “Let me help you.”

He slid Dick’s phone out of Dick’s pocket, and with a little instruction, he got past the code and dialed in Bruce’s number.

“Put it on speaker,” Dick said, and Roy hit the speakerphone button.

Roy felt like his heart was going to fall out of his ass while they waited for Bruce to pick up. He was going to get in so much trouble for this, especially since it was his fault that Dick got bit. He shouldn’t have thrown the stupid shoe. If he hadn’t thrown the shoe then maybe the dog would have backed off on its own. Maybe it would have gotten bored and let them leave. But Roy did throw the shoe, and Dick did get bitten because of it, so it was Roy’s fault. He deserved the tongue-lashing Bruce was going to give him.

“Dick?” Bruce’s voice crackled through the speaker. He sounded confused. “You’re not back from the burger place already, are you?”

“We never made it there,” Dick said. Roy’s hand tightened around the phone. “We were attacked by a dog.”

“Are you okay?” Bruce asked, and Roy was wholly unprepared for the worry behind his words.

“No, it bit my arm. I’ve got multiple lacerations that’ll need stitches.”

“What about Roy?”

“He lost his shoe,” Dick said. “He might have torn his foot up when we ran. We haven’t taken a look at it yet.”

Roy wiggled the foot in question. It stung a little but didn’t seem like there was anything wrong with it. He hoped the adrenaline wasn’t covering up something more serious.

“Are you still in danger?” Bruce asked. The sound of the car engine rumbled over the line.

“We’re safe now,” Dick said.

“Good. Stay right there. I’ll pick you up in a minute.”

“Got it. Bye.”

Roy disconnected the call.

“At least he didn’t sound mad,” he said, sliding the phone back into Dick’s pocket.

“Oh no, he was pissed,” Dick said matter-of-factly.

Roy felt like he was going to throw up. “He was?”

“No.”

Roy’s shoulders sagged as he exhaled in relief. “I fucking hate you.”

“You’re going to hate me even more when I tell you that he might make us watch a bunch of videos on how to handle a dog attack.”

“That… actually might be useful,” Roy admitted with a sheepish grin. Like hell was he going to fuck up another situation like that.

“He’ll like hearing that,” Dick said, eyes tracking something over Roy’s shoulder. “He’s here.”

Roy tensed and turned around right as Bruce pulled the car up beside them and parked it. There was something silently frantic in the way Bruce jerked the car door open and rounded towards them with quick steps. Blue eyes roamed over Dick, assessing his condition, before doing the same for Roy.

“Is that Dick’s blood on your clothes?” Bruce asked.

Roy blinked in confusion before looking down and realizing that there were a few speckles of blood on his shirt sleeve. It must have gotten on him when he was running.

“Yeah, it’s his,” Roy said.

Bruce’s mouth tightened into a worried frown when he looked down at Dick’s arm. It was weird to see him emoting with his whole face. Roy usually only got to see the lower half of his face emoting in the cowl.

“There’s a first aid kit in the trunk,” Bruce said to Roy. “Can you grab it?”

“Uh, yeah,” Roy said.

He wondered why Bruce couldn’t have grabbed it himself since he was the least injured party here, but while he was digging through the trunk for the red bag, he glanced up for a quick second and saw something he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to see.

Dick was standing close to Bruce, practically tucked into his side like he was trying to disappear. It was an oddly vulnerable pose that made him actually look like the 16-year-old he was instead of the adult he always tried to be. Bruce whispered something close to Dick’s ear and Dick nodded at whatever it was. It was then that Roy realized Bruce’s hand was rubbing small circles on Dick’s back, and Roy was pretty sure that was the most affection he’d ever seen Bruce give Dick. It was probably the most he’d ever seen Dick let himself be babied too.

It was strange in an unfamiliar way. Possibly even more strange than Bruce’s baseball cap. Okay, no, definitely stranger than that.

Did that mean that Bruce was actually a real person like the rest of them and not some otherworldly asshole in a batsuit? Was that something Roy was supposed to come to terms with now?

“Roy!” Bruce shouted, and Roy nearly brained himself on the trunk door when he jumped. “Where’s that first aid kit?”

Aaaand just like that, they were back on the asshole shtick. But maybe that was a good thing. Between Bruce’s casual fashion and show of affection, Roy was pretty sure he needed that sense of normalcy right now.

“Coming!”

He snatched the first aid kit and shoved it under his arm. This time when he ran, he was glad it was because Bruce was the one barking at him and not another dog. He would take an irritated Bruce Wayne over an irritated dog any day.

[f1nalboys]

First Date - Randy x GN!Reader

yes it’s yet another self indulgent Randy fic y’all can pry him from my cold dead hands. ANYWAYS hope you enjoy hehe :,)

WORD COUNT: 905

WARNINGS: none. just pure unadulterated fluff

Randy was so damn nervous. He’s been at the park for the last two hours setting up everything and, while to an outside source it looked perfect, he knew it wasn’t. The blanket kept rolling up on itself, the cups he brought couldn’t stand up on the dirt, and he was starting to second guess the food choices. 

“Randy!” He nearly jumps out of his skin as your hand touches his shoulder and the tips of his ears turn red as you laugh. He gives you a quick hug, trying not to be too obvious when he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. “Sorry for sneaking up on ‘ya. I hope you weren’t waiting on me for too long.”

“Oh, no, not long.” He lies. There was no way in hell he’d admit the real amount of time he’s been here because it would probably freak you out and he did NOT want that. “Uhm, here, come sit, you know, if you wanna.”

You give him a kiss on the cheek and sit on the blanket, your legs folded under you. He tried to ignore the way his cheek was tingling as he sat down. God, he was acting as if he had never been kissed on the cheek before, or taken someone out on a date. I mean, he hasn’t but he didn’t need to act like it!

“You did all this for me? You shouldn’t have,” You say, grabbing ahold of his hand. You survey the scene in front of you and can feel your heart swell. You had never been treated so well before and seeing how much effort he put into this? It was enough to make you cry.

“Course I did! You deserve way more, actually. Here,” He hands you the basket to his right and you open it to see it stuffed to the brim with food. “I, uh, didn’t know what you might want so I got a lot of options. Same with the drinks, they’re in the cooler.”

The two of you talk, eat, and drink for the next hour, enjoying the weather and each other's company. Once you both were finished, you found yourself a little sad. You didn’t want the date to be over so soon. Apparently, Randy didn’t either. 

“So, I brought a few things we could do if you wanted to stay a bit longer? If not, that's totally okay.” You nod, urging him to continue, and he pulls over the bag he had stuffed behind the cooler. “I got stuff so we can paint, I brought my CD player in case you wanted to listen to this mixtape I made for yo- for myself. Or we could maybe go and watch a movie if none of these sound cool?” He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I might have gone a little overboard.”

“This is so sweet, Randy. Seriously, I don’t deserve you. Let’s paint and listen to the playlist! We can paint each other,” He grins in response and pulls out the necessary supplies. As he presses play on the CD player, ‘Still the One’ by Shania Twain starts playing. He goes to skip it, his face burning, and you stop him. “No, I love this song! I didn’t know you had such good music taste,” You tease, obviously knowing this mixtape was not for himself.

The next three hours are bliss. Not a single second went by that you were uncomfortable and when you were both finished with your paintings, you realized just how long it had been. Randy’s painting of you was surprisingly accurate; he really knew proportions. Yours was a little less so, but Randy seemed to actually love it. You signed your piece and gave it to Randy. “For when I get famous. Gonna need yours, too, Mr. Artist.”

He signs his name with a little heart next to it and the two of you begin to pack up the picnic. He had told you he could do it himself, that you shouldn’t have to clean up after a date, but you reminded him that he was also on a date and he obliged. 

“So, I guess that’s it for tonight, yeah?” He asks, walking you to your car. You nod, sad. You wanted to stay with him. Reaching your car, he stops next to your door and leans against it, his hands stuffed in his pocket. You could tell he was playing with his ring. “Can I, uh, can I kiss you?”

“Oh thank god you asked,” You said, grabbing his face gently and pulling him in, hands moving down to his shoulders. He laughs, his hands snaking around your waist and pulling you in just a bit. It was soft, gentle, and so fucking perfect. He pulled back and his hand cups your face, his thumb brushing over your skin lightly. “I had a lot of fun today. It was actually pretty perfect.”

“You think?” He grins, kissing you again, quicker this time, before pulling away from you to allow you to get in your car. You slip in and before you can shut the door he grabs your hand and plants a kiss on your knuckles, grinning at the obvious effect it had on you. “I’d love for us to go out again.”

“Me too.”

“Call me when you get home, alright? Gotta make sure we can go on that second date.”