Today I took Sirius out to the Drive-in movies. You know, the ones where you watch a movie on a big screen from your car? He was so excited. He looked like a puppy that you take for a walk.
“You’ve never been to the drive-in before?” I asked him.
“No I’ve never even been to the movies!” He said, feeling really excited.
We grabbed snacks and blankets and I borrowed the familly’s truck. I learned how to drive last summer so I was able to drive it. We drove for a few minutes and arrived to the drive-in. There was already a few cars there. Sirius was so excited it made me smile. We set up all the blakets in the back of the pick up so we had room to cuddle. He got the popcorn and the drinks and sat down next to me.
“Is it gonna start now?” He asked, smilling ear to ear.
“We have to wait until it’s dark pads!”
“Oh!! We can makeout while watching the sunset then!” He giggled.
“This we can!” I said, laying down on him, my lips on his.
His lips were soft because he just put some chapstick on them. They tasted like mint. His hands found their way under my shirt and his big hands brushed on the sides of my ribcage. It made me shiver. I slipped my fingers in his hair and kissed him harder. It lasted until we heard the music of the movie start. He layed down on my chest and I held my arms around him. His lips were red and swollen from the kiss and I could see the hickie I did on his collar bone. I smiled to myself. I had the cutest human in the whole entire world in my arms.
After the movie Sirius and I were pretty tired. We packed up our stuff and sat back in the car.
“Thank you for bringing me here babe. It was amazing, i loved it!” He said, kissing my cheek.
“I’m glad you liked it. Now let’s go back home, i’m really tired!” I giggled.
“Get me home Moony!” He said, tapping the outside of the car, his hand out of the window.
I turned up the music and started the car. The wind was blowing in Sirius’ hair. He got his head out of the window and made a wolf howl. I laughed and copied him. He was laughing and screaming. I looked at him form the corner of my eye. He looked happy. He looked free. Like nothing could ever stop him…
its not the way you smell or the way you taste, its not the way your eyes shimmer every time you look at me, its not the smile that covers your face or the way you talk to me, its not the joy you get from just looking at your car. its not the desire you have to do anything for me. its not the passion that goes into your kisses, its not the way you wash your car in socks or the way you brush your teeth, its not the way you smoke a cigarette, its not the way you sleep or worry about your hair, its not how you get competitive over Ds games or the way you dip your pizza crust in milk… it is everything that is you that makes me fall for you.
A/N: Here you go love.. I decided to have some fun with it… hope you like it.
Valentines day, normally you would be ignoring the day because it seemed like in the three years you’d been dating, Carter Hart, you never got to spend it together. This year was different. You had everything planned out, nice dinner followed by a romantic bubble bath together then maybe something a little more steamy.
The dinner went off without a hitch. Now while Carter was getting something from his car, you were in the bathroom running a hot bath and adding the bubbles. When the bathtub was full, you cut off the water, wondering where Carter had gotten off too, he seemed to be taking forever getting whatever it was out of his car. Deciding to go ahead and get in without him, you undressed and slowly sank into the heavenly hot water. Finally Cater popped into the bathroom and hurriedly started to disrobe. Distracted by the now naked Carter, you failed to notice that he made sure that his pants were within reach of the tub. You moved forward so Carter could slip in behind you. Settling in the water his hands reached for your waist and dragged you back to sit between his legs with your back pressed against his front. This is nice you thought and no sooner had you thought that then Carter had to go and ruin it.
“This bath is too damn hot.”
You sighed inwardly, so much for a nice romantic bath. “This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.” You said only half teasing him.
You felt him reaching for something but his arm around your waist was preventing you from twisting to see what it was.
“You mean cute things like this?” He asked with amusement in his voice. Suddenly an open blue tiffany’s ring box appeared in his hand in front of you. Inside the box was a brilliant round cut diamond set in four sleek, tapered prongs in a platinum setting. You just sat there staring, no words. Carter brushed the hair away from the side of your neck, so he could put his lips right next to your left ear and whispered “will you marry me?”
All you could do is nod, over and over again, as you turned around in his arms not caring about the water sloshing over the side of the tub and getting everywhere. “YES!!!” you yelled, crashing your mouth to his.
Chapter Summary: Heading out for a case, Dean easily hurts your feelings.
After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.
“Dean, do you ever let anyone else drive?” You grumbled during the fifth hour of your road trip. Sam had fallen asleep, and you were growing tired of being cooped up in the back seat, with nothing to do but sleep or listen to Dean’s limited supply of cassettes. You were starting to get cranky, and needed a break from the car, and food. Or at least a chance to drive Baby, and get your mind off of this monotony.
“Hell no.” He answered quickly. “Sam’s driven a time or two, but no one else. Ever.”
Huffing, you leaned back against the seat, crossing your arms, a pout on your face. “Then can we at least stop for a moment? I’m starving!”
Dean’s eyes met yours in the rear view mirror before he turned his attention back to the road. “We are almost there. Then we’ll get food, and a hotel, and start the hunt in the morning.”
“Fine.” You answered, still grumpy. Turning your attention to the scenery, you closed your eyes, drifitng off from boredom.
Not only do I live 100 meters from where they regularly film this revival of a TV series based on a book about a physician living in the mountains, but there are also 2, not one, two horses called “Austria”, one called “Sissi” and another called “Mozart” at the barn I work at. And from the balcony of my room, I can watch people ski. And if the weather is decent, I can stare at mountaintops for hours on end. The pathway from my car’s parking spot to my workplace leads over a small bridge over a stream and I park in a literal fucking forest.
What the hell, guys. Does it get any more Austrian.
Ooo, way to go straight for the controversial one, Stars. XD
Okay, first, disclaimer: shippers gonna gonna, and you go and like whatever ship your heart desires, even if it’s whatever ship(s) I discuss get angry about below. We can agree to disagree! But here we go.
Mary and whatshisname (in the last season) from Downton Abbey. The car guy that she marries at the end.
Look, the main problem is that she and Matthew were achingly perfect, and I know, I know, Dan Stevens decided to move on and the only real way to get Matthew out of the show was to *do what they did*, and I know no one was ever going to be good enough for Mary after Matthew.
BUT [spoiler alert] Matthew literally died in a car accident. And she broke down with perfectly real, legit concerns about getting involved with a guy who races cars for a living in a time when that is like, SUPER, super dangerous. But everyone just like, talked her out of it? And talked her into being with the guy? Which not only makes zero sense with Mary’s character, it made no sense for everyone else to be trying so hard to sell her on this guy??
Rule of thumb for writers and characters and romance: if everyone has to constantly talk about how right two characters are for each other but I cannot feel it from the two characters in question, you’re doing it wrong.
While I get some things they tried to do (she definitely needs someone who challenges her, agreed), it was Not Right from the beginning. She was constantly hesitant and unsure and it came off like everyone else “knew better” and pushed her into the relationship with the guy, which is not at all in line with the Mary we grew to know.
SHE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER.
(Other ships I thought of: Alex/Izzie (Grey’s Anatomy) - though I blame fandom and writing “twists” for that one; Ted/Robin (HIMYM) - blame the finale only; Kylo/Rey (Force Awakens) - blame certain corners of fandom)
Hey, since you have trouble touching people without stabbing them, but like cuddling pets, have you considered trying to hug T'Challa? Or possibly getting Tony to put on cat ears?
you have a serious flaw in your logic.
tchalla is a cat-man who has repeatedly tried to claw my face off. it was freakin traumatizing. you think a normal cat that doesnt wanna be petted is bad, try getting handsy with tchalla.
not that ive gotten handsy with tchalla. i like my face attached to my person, thank you very much.
tony put on cat ears a few months ago in a fit of confused sleep deprivation. the picture circulated through avengers-related group chats for weeks. nick fury called it, and i quote, ‘fucking adorable.’ tony is sometimes a no-toucher too though, so mostly we let him initiate contract when he wants to. so no, i did not hug tony when he was wearing cat ears.
steve did have to carry him to bed though. and that picture circulated for months
(this is a direct continuation of the street racers AU ficlet! it was meant to be another small ficlet and then it…grew…so I’ll stick it on AO3 as its own story tomorrow. but it was a tumblr ficlet FIRST and so it shall remain.)
Damen can barely see the world as anything but blurred, tunnel-vision shapes by the time his car screams across the finish line, half a length–if that–ahead of Laurent’s. As he lowers his foot onto the brake, as he pulls around in a half-circle to park, as he climbs out of the car in front of a crowd falling quiet with anticipation… he can barely breathe. Part of him’s back there on the track, watching the speedometer strain towards two hundred. Part of him’s hearing Laurent’s voice, making the offer.
He watches Laurent’s car–which is his car, now–but he can’t see through the windshield with the glare of lights. He wonders if Laurent will stay behind the wheel. Drive the car away in a burst of dust, disappear into the desert.
But that doesn’t fit with what he’s seen of Laurent de Vere so far. And sure enough, Laurent climbs out of the car as soon as the engine cuts, and strides across to stand in front of Damen. The black T-shirt clings to his chest, scooping low enough that the ends of his collarbones are visible. His skin shines with sweat. There’s nothing to see in his expression.
Laurent swipes his hair back from his face. He says, watching Damen closely, “Afraid I won’t honour my word? I will. I always do.”