A/N: This challenge set was ten songs at a hundred words each. Oh, and bonus round, you only get the length of the song to write it.

I have the feeling it's crap because it's really rough and unedited. Hilariously, though, this was way easier than the first set.


Take Your Time, Sam Hunt

He didn't want to push her. After all, all that pushing only got her to push back just as hard. He would have to be patient with her. Chat had learned this the hard way.

So when she looked at him skeptically after he asked her to stay for a while, it hurt a bit, but he had to remember this was his own doing. "What do you want, Chat?"

"Just a bit of your time."

She froze, uncertain just what to do with that information. "My time?"

"You're actually a super incredible person, bugaboo. I just want to spend time with my partner.

It partially shocked him that she actually stayed.


Bartender, Lady Antebellum

This was Rena and Queenie's idea, for the record. A bad idea, but they were going tp blow up her yo-yo at this rate. So, she might as well go.

And show them she could hold her alcohol.

"Keep them coming, bartender!" Rena shouted. "This one's getting over a guy."

"Might want to go on the dance floor for that one," Queenie countered. "Better shot."

So that was how she found herself pushed onto the dancefloor. A bit tipsy but still.

She let herself get lost in the noise and lights and the memory of green, green eyes making her dizzy on the dance floor.


Then, Brad Paisley

He remembered the first time they met. The way she was so concerned, so scared. Yet, she fought. She came back, fiercer than ever, and told their new archenemy that he wasn't going to take Paris so easily while her and Chat Noir were on the case.

And he fell in love with her then.

It took three years for the masks to fall, but when they did and revealed the wonderful face of the Princess at his school, he fell a bit more in love with her.

Then the day they found Hawkmoth, she looked him straight in the eyes, even though his pain was evident, and she told him they could do this because no matter what, she was there and that was what mattered.

And he fell a bit more in love with her.

She took him in after that. She claimed him as hers, and he was perfectly okay with that. She'd made him fall in love with her so many times he had to wander just how he thought he'd ever been in love with her because he never loved her more than right then.

But he'd say that the night he proposed. He'd say that their wedding day. He'd say that when she announced a new one on the way. He'd say that when they were wide awake in the middle of the night caring for their third little one.

And he thought he loved her then.

What did he know.


Lonely Girl, Charles Kelley

Gabriel always knew Nathalie could have done better for herself.

She was promising when they were back in school. She was smart. Wickedly so. But when it came to men, it was her greatest fault. While he had been lucky because the opposite sex wasn't exactly his greatest strong point either, Nathalie had not.

Her first boyfriend had hardly been anything of caliber because it was high school.

But collage wasn't good to her either.

Maybe in the real world, she'd told him. Maybe the men will be better.

But they never were.

And Nathalie knows she's tired of getting burned.

For a while, she was right. But now, He can't help but feel there would be one who wouldn't let her be lonely much longer.


Where I Go When I Drink, Chris Young

Gabriel knew better than this. This was practically his barstool here. The bartender knew what he wanted. The wine was just as good at home, but he was here. Why, he didn't know. But it wasn't because of this place.

But one would think wine would make a person forget.

But for him, it just made him recall the reason here was here.

Her taillights fading away after a fight while he stood there like a fool watching her go.

And never return.

So why was he here when he'd only go back to that place with one sip of that wine.

He pushed it back, leaving a large tip, and walked out the door.


Walking Away, Jason Aldean

She should leave.

Plagg knew she should leave.

He was destructive. He was a mess. He was chaos. He literally had the power in his hands to hurt her. To kill her.

Yet here she was with plans for them. For them to have a future.

And that terrified him.

He loved her. He was hopelessly, madly, deeply in love with her. He'd do anything for this wonderful, small, blue-eyes girl with the brightest smile he could ever imagine. But this was him that she was talking about a future with. He was the last thing she needed. She was bright and shining with a brilliant future ahead of her. He was a storm that could snuff her out.

But heaven help him, he wanted to do this. Desperately.

Desperately.

She needed to walk away. He told her.

No, she said. Never.

He found himself reduced to his knees. "Tikki, please. Please, this once listen to me. do this or I won't ever be able to let you go."

"Then don't."

He never did.


Firecracker, Josh Turner

Nino always knew Alya was something else.

He just didn't know that explosive could be a good word for it.

She was passionate, sure. Anyone who knew her knew that. But this girl, the way she got into things? Her curiosity knew no bounds and when she found something she was looking for, or worse yet, something she wasn't

She was a firecracker.

Yup, Nino thought, that was the best way to describe it. She was a firecracker. Explosive, off with a bang, leaving a ringing in your ears and you blinking wondering what just happened.

However, there were times, he had to admit, that it wasn't so bad.

It just took him marriage to figure that one out.

Sure, Alya was a firecracker. Good and bad and dangerous all mixed into one lovely bundle.

But, just like a firecracker, she was the light of his life.


Cupid's Got a Shotgun, Carrie Underwood
(OMG, I'm really ashamed of this one)

Alix swore that there was something in the air, or the water, or whatever that phrase was.

First, it was Iven and Mylene. Then Nino and Alya.

Adrien and Marinette. Kim and Ondine. Nathen and Chloe somehow got together.

And the list went on.

Except for a certain pink haired girl

Cupid was on a roll, and from the looks of it, the next target was her.

Despite popular belief, Alix did get crushes. She's had a handful of them in her lifetime. But with every one, she knew she'd be crushed, meaning she had to crush the crush before she got crushed.

And so far it's been working.

So, take that Cupid. If he was a real man, she'd dare him to find her a guy to fall for. To make her fall at all. But that wasn't very likely. Because, if he was a real person, she'd make it very clear that she was not a person to be messed with.

Thank you very much.


Ready to Love Again, Lady Antebellum

It's been years since he lost his wife. A few less year that he'd had his miraculous taken from him. And fewer years still that he'd seen the error of his ways and finally grieved the way he needed to.

He'd apologized to Adrien, who now had a family of his own with Ladybug. Chat Noir wasn't about to let him into his life fully yet, but with time, he was certain he could.

All he had left now was the company.

And Nathalie.

She was still here, despite all of it, approving of his altered ways.

It was hard. To fall so hard for Emilie and lose her. But… he was beginning to learn that he couldn't be afraid of loss. Love required risk to keep the loved ones.

And he might just be ready to learn to love again.


Losing Sleep, Chris Young

He'd lit candles for the night. Several of them. 98, to be precise. Just like he had back when he was fifteen. Except now he wasn't fifteen. And neither was she.

And he wasn't trying to woo her, per say.

He was celebrating the fact they'd been together for years. Married that is.

Married.

"I loved this the last time," she commented, sitting down cross-legged next to him. Her hand brushed his arm, and he could barely contain himself despite them being married for three years and them doing way wilder things than touch.

"Just us," she cooed in his ear.

And he couldn't help but think himself a winner, because she didn't stop. The candles would be put out at this rate, and the sleep they were going to lose wasn't going to be because of a rooftop anniversary date.