Summary: Clay needs some down time, and who better to spend it with than Tony?
Word Count: 2053
Notes: Hey guys, this is my first time posting any writing, but I just finished ‘13 Reasons Why’ and love the dynamic between Clay and Tony so felt inspired. I’m not sure if it’s too long, but I don’t have an archive of our own account. If you are interested in more chapters I will set one up and continue the story…let me know if you are interested (or to let me know if I’m posting wrong or something, I’m pretty new at all this!) Enjoy!
It had been a long school year. After Hannah’s suicide, the tapes, and the
court case, he found himself needing a break.
Walking out of the school building that Friday, backpack slung over one
shoulder, he spotted a familiar red Mustang in the parking lot. Faltering for a second, the thought crossed
his mind that Tony might be tired of seeing him, but he decided it couldn’t
hurt to ask and made a B-line for the pristine car anyway. As he was approaching, he saw the trunk close
revealing the leather jacket clad, slick back hair-ed Tony.
“Clay!” he exclaimed, a big sideways smile lighting up his
Hispanic features. Immediately he felt
the knot of tension in his stomach begin to loosen. How did Tony do that? Maybe
it was all they had been through together, but he and Tony had been friends for
a long time and he always remembered the feeling of calm he got from being next
“Hey Tony! You busy? Or do you have time to hang out?” His
fingers tapped the pockets of his jeans like they had a mind of their own.
“Sure Clay, what’s up?”
“Nothing, nothing, I’m fine.” He looked to the side,
pretending to pay attention to the flow of students in the parking lot. How did
Tony always know? Was he that bad at hiding his feelings? Or was Tony just that
good at reading him by now?
“You sure?” Tony asked, tilting his head sideways as he
leaned a hip against his car.
“Yeah…It’s just, I dunno. Feeling like I need a break I
guess,” He admitted, shrugging, “My mom is, ya know, being herself and I just
kind of need to veg out and not think for a while, ya know?”
“I know.” And he did, Tony always did. “I’m meeting my dad
at the shop now, but I’ll be around if you want to stop by later.”
“Great, see ya later!” He nodded, giving a short wave as he
turned towards where he had left his bike.
“Hey Clay!” Tony called after him.
“Ya,” he turned, half expecting Tony to have remembered
that he had better ways to spend his Friday evening.
“You like black and white films?”
“Yeah man, I work at a movie theater, remember?” he said
with a smile.
“Right. You’re in
charge of the popcorn then,” Tony said as he slid into the mustang, not even
waiting for a response.
‘How can you have a movie without a snack?’ he thought as
he unlocked the chain to his bike. He made
a mental note to stop by the store on his way home for popcorn and candy
feeling much better than he had been just a few minutes before.
He was at the table eating Mike and Ikes while doing
homework when he heard the front door open and the unmistakable clatter of his
“Hey mom,” he said, closing up the box and heading towards
the front hall where she was unloading her purse and briefcase.
“Hey sweetie, how was school today?”
“Fine. How was your day?”
“Good, good. I’ve got to meet with a new client in a bit so
you and your father are on your own for dinner,” she said as she took her shoes
off and checked her makeup in the front hall mirror.
“Uh, actually, I’m going over to Tony’s in a bit. Having a
movie night. If that’s ok?”
“Yes, sure sweetie. It’s been a while since you two hung
out, you spent so much time together when you were working on that history
“Yes, that,” he said, guiltily running a hand through his
short hair, ruffling it at the back a bit. “It’s just that, you know, he’s been
spending a lot of time with his boyfriend.” He didn’t know how his mom would
respond to Tony having a boyfriend. Not that it mattered to him, but according
to Tony it was a common fact that everybody
“That’s nice, you should always make time for the people
you love,” his mom said with a smile.
Apparently Tony having a boyfriend was no news to her, furthering in his
mind how clueless he must have been. She
looked up at him from her briefcase for the first time since she had gotten
home and immediately a frown crossed her face. “Oh dear, that scar is still
showing on your forehead, when will that ever heal?” She reached up as if to
rub the spot from his face.
“Mom! It’s fine, it’s healing just fine,” he said, turning
back towards the table where he’d left his homework. Seeing a text from Tony he
picked up his phone read, ‘Home now, just
cleaning up. You can come over anytime’. It would take a while on his bike
so he figured he would start now. “Hey mom, I’m leaving. Good luck with your
new client.” He sent a thumbs up emoji to Tony and started gathering his
homework from the table.
“Thanks sweetie, text if you’re going to be very late! Say ‘Hi’
to Tony for me.”
“Will do,” he said with a smirk and a salute as he headed
upstairs to dump his homework and grab his backpack with the snacks. He sniffed
his shirt on his way up, opting to change into a fresher one and reapply his
deodorant before the ride to the other side of town.
“Hey Mr. Padilla,” he said as he swung off his bike at the
end of the driveway.
“Oh, hey Clay,” Tony’s dad called out, barely looking up
from under the car hood, “Hey, grab me that wrench there in my toolbox, will
“Sure, this one?” He said as he grabbed the one on top and
started handing it over.
“No, not the screwdriver, Clay, the wrench, the wrench! How
do you work on your bike if you don’t know what a wrench looks like?”
He dropped the tool and grabbed for another that Tony’s dad
was pointing to. He turned his head to the side and shrugged, “Uh, well Tony
usually fixes it for me?”
“Dad, give him a break,” he heard Tony say from behind them
as his dad shook his head. “I don’t mind fixing it,” Tony said with a shrug and
a look in his direction.
“If you always do it for him, how is he supposed to learn
anything? I had you under the hood of this car since before you could walk.”
“Alright dad, next time Clay’s bike breaks down, I’ll make
him fix it on his own,” Tony said with a smile, “You hungry Clay? I was just
about to eat some dinner when I decided to rescue you.”
“Yeah, I haven’t had dinner yet either, my mom had a
meeting – she says ‘Hi’ by the way,” he said as he followed Tony inside the
house. “Hey, you weren’t serious about my bike, right?”
“You’ll have to learn sometime, and a bike’s not that
difficult Clay,” Tony said with a smile and a sideways glance as he held the
screen door open.
“Mmm…unhelpful Yoda,” he mumbled softly as he walked by
Tony and into the house, a soft laugh his only indication that Tony had heard
Dinner at the Padilla house was always nice, and very
different from the quiet dinners he was used to at home. Tony and his three brothers
all talking and laughing loudly, recounting their day in a mixture of English
and Spanish to their parents, his sister louder than them all. He found it hard
to focus on his own thoughts, which was quite refreshing. He even found himself
swept up in the laughter and dinner talk, and out of the corner of his eye had
caught Tony smiling at him more than once. Now he and Tony were in the living
room on the couch all set up with their popcorn and miscellaneous candy. Tony’s
siblings had gone their separate ways, his mom in the kitchen, and his dad had
gone back out to the garage.
“Hey, thanks again for having me over,” he said as he
watched Tony pick through a box next to the TV. The lights were off, but he
could still see Tony’s handsome features from the light coming from the TV.
“No problem man, anytime,” Tony said with a look over his
shoulder, “You spend way too much time in your head, you need a break.”
He sank more comfortably into the couch, “Yeah, but it’s
harder to do in your house, your family is a lot noisier than mine.”
“Hey,” Tony said in a mock stern voice as he waggled a VHS
“I mean in a good way!” he exclaimed as Tony inserted the
VHS, “I love my family, but it’s too easy to get lost in thought and forget you’re
“I get it,” Tony said as he planted his smaller frame next
to him on the left and put his socked feet on the table in front of them. “But
it’s hard to find a moment of peace and quiet to yourself here. Why do you
think I love my car so much?”
“You love the car cause it’s awesome,” he said, grabbing a handful
of popcorn from the table and leaning back. “Now, what are we watching?”
“Be patient, you’ll see,” Tony said slyly as he toyed with
“Is it Casablanca?” he guessed, watching to see Tony’s
“Dude,” Tony said as he lightly smacked his chest, “the
movie’s starting, don’t ruin it.”
He smiled to himself, how many times had they seen this
movie? It didn’t matter, it was a classic and they were hanging out without
talking about Hannah or Alex or any of the number of messed of things that
seemed to be happening in their lives right now. He started as a piece of
popcorn bounced off his forehead, jogging him out of his train of thought. He
looked over at Tony who was watching him with concern in his eyes. “Thanks,” he
said as he popped the piece in his mouth and returned to watching the opening
scene. Tony nodded in response.
Not twenty minutes later, Tony’s dad appeared with a beer
in hand and took up a position in the armchair to the side of the couch. “Ah
man, not this again,” he said half-heartedly as he swiped their popcorn bowl
and settled in. “How many times have you guys watched the movies in that box, huh?
Must have seen them all a hundred times…”
“Shhhh, dad, this is the good part,” Tony said with a
smirk. As his dad turned back to the screen he sprawled out a little more
between the couch and the table, one arm on the armrest and the other coming
around the back of the couch.
He took a second to marvel at how much Tony resembled a
cat. Relaxed and content, yet ready to spring at a moment’s notice. Hair still
neatly held in place by goodness knows what kind of hair product. He turned
back to the television screen, now wondering since when had he taken to staring
at Tony so much? But the longer Tony sat next to him, the more inviting his
relaxed position seemed to be and he felt himself nodding off not much later.
“Is that comfortable?” he heard Tony whisper over the sound
of his dad’s snores. Tony was lightly touching the back of his head that had
slumped to his chest of it’s accord.
“Mmmm…mmhmm” he murmured sleepily as he shook his head
lightly. Still sleepy, he leaned his weight to the left, his head finding Tony’s
chest. When his move seemed to bring about no commotion, he tucked his legs
onto the couch and let his body relax against Tony’s. He was about to ask if it
was alright, but slowly Tony’s right arm made it’s way down to land on his side,
fingers curled around his arm, softly keeping him right where he was. He let a
small sigh escape him as he happily breathed in Tony’s aftershave, but before
he drifted off he felt something brush the top of his head. His last thought
before succumbing to sleep was ‘Was that a kiss?…’
“I can handle myself,” you screamed at Newt. He clenched his jaw. “That’s not what I was bloody saying!” “Oh really? Then what were you implying when you said ‘make sure you’re with someone’?” “Exactly what I said,” he shouted back, “Just don’t go off alone!”
You opened your mouth in order to retort when a violent scream erupted into the air. Both you and Newt shut up before glancing at the others. You had nearly forgotten the rest of the group was there. You swallowed as Thomas voiced what you were thinking.
“What was that?” “How are we supposed to know?” Minho retorted quietly.
The group moved closer together. After a moment, Minho started to lead them on in the middle of the mall. Without either of you realizing it, you and Newt had moved closer together as well.
Soon, the group was near one of the large, rusted metal doors. You gripped the gun in your hand tighter. Somehow, you knew that it would be useful against danger…but what danger?
You didn’t have time to think of an answer. A mangled, human-like creature burst through one of the metal doors screeching that awful noise. With no hesitation, Newt gripped your arm and pulled you away from the thing. He didn’t let go as the pair ran, the group following suit.
Newt pulled you toward a metal staircase, Thomas and Winston close behind. He turned the group left and through some glass doors. He skid to a stop when he was greeted by another screeching crank. The four of you were quick to leave the way you came.
Thomas and Winston ran back toward the metal staircase, but Newt didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he continued to run through the labyrinth, gripping your wrist tightly now.
After several wrong turns and some gunshots, you and Newt were able to hide in a small space near the entrance the group had come in. The blond pulled you into his chest in order to cover you with his lean body. You didn’t resist, just wanting the cranks to disappear.
A few long moments later, he eventually allowed you room to breathe. You swallowed, not wanting him to let go. Despite the earlier argument, you found yourself pulling him back. He knit his brows as he looked down at you in confusion.
“Please, not yet,” you murmured. He curtly nodded.
More time passed before Newt decided to speak again. You were still shaking slightly. But, Newt rubbing your back was helping you calm down.
“Are you alright?” he whispered. You slowly nodded. “I think so…Newt?” “Yeah?” “I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier,” you apologized, “I just…I dunno. I guess I felt like I was being babied.” Newt pushed a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry too. I think I was babying you a bit, eh?”
You smiled slightly as he smirked down at you. He became gravely serious. He pulled you just a smidgeon closer, since that’s all that could be pulled.
“The thought of losing you, Y/N,” he stated, “it’s a bit unbearable at times. Don’t get me wrong, I’d hate to lose any of us. But,” he trailed off, taking another breath, “I don’t want to lose someone I love.” Your eyes flickered with recognition. “You…you love me?” He nodded. “Aye. I have since you tried to fix my leg in the Maze.” Tears prickling your eyes, you managed to squeak out a small sentence. “I love you too.”
Smiling, Newt placed his forehead against yours. Gently, he brought his lips to yours in a sweet, soft kiss. He eyes remained closed as he pulled away. The two of you remained like that for another few hours. Hearing that the silence was remaining, a thought snapped into your head.
“Newt, we should find the others,” you murmured. He nodded. “I suppose. Tommy might be a bit antsy by now.”
The two of you stood, hand in hand, before heading to find the others. Despite this seemingly hopeless situation, you were happy that you were with Newt. You kissed the back of his hand before the two of you disappeared back into the mall.
Want to know my biggest pet peeve with Supernatural?
Sam WInchester is SMOKIN’ HOT and it’s never expressed on the show!
Dean is hot, i wont argue that, but that’s spoken a lot on the show. People often refer to the duo like, the cute one and the smart one, or the hot one and the big one, and sometimes give them both credit for their looks together, like Crowley saying “You’re (Sam and Dean) lucky you have your looks” but never give Sam credit for how attractive he is on his own. The closest we have to Sam’s looks being appreciated is from Becky.the stalker, and even she doesn’t say he’s hot, or gorgeous, or beautiful or anything like that, just that he’s “so firm” and its obvious that shes obssessed with him. And the woman Gary!Sam picked up at the bar, did say he was stunning, but only Gary heard that, not Sam.
On the other hand, Cas is not hot. Granted that’s my opinion, some of you think he is, and thats cool, but the show stresses that he’s hot. He’s reffered to as “Pretty boy angel” in S5, “Hot and sexy” in S7 “Feathered Castiel is hot” in S9 and most recently Dean refers to him as “My shy but devistatingly handsome friend” in S12. And STILL no one has told Sam he’s gorgeous??
Honestly, in the early seasons, I didn’t find him hot either. I thought he was adorable, but he looked like a cute, really tall, teenager. By S4 he had grown into sexy, but that was only part time through S4 and 5. Most of the time he was nerdy/cute, but sometimes he made me think “Damn, this kid can really be sexy when they let him be” The key being “when they let him be”. It always seemed to me (and still does) that the show must decide how hot Sam will be that episode, while they always keep Dean and Cas the same, pretty much.
Come S6 and 7. Sam was just HOT, no getting around it then. They didn’t nerd him up so much, and even when they did, he was gorgeous. Then came Season 8 when he became excruciatingly beautiful!! Like, there was no way to overlook how amazing he looked, and yet, nearing the end of the season, they made him look sick for The Trials. Sorry Sam, you’re not allowed to look THAT amazing all the time.
S9, his looks were dialed back a little. Still hot, but the nerdy look came back. Then for some reason they thought that haircut in s10 was a good thing?? GAH!! That was a terrible look for him, but thankfully he was back to beautiful in S11. Now, in S12, theyre doing it again… like choosing between whether he’s gorgeous and sexy in an episode or cute and nerdy, and occasionally, he just looks… I dunno, weird, like in the beginning of the Hitler episode. Meanwhile, Dean and Cas still look the same and promoted as hot. This pisses me off!!!!I understand that the show wants to keep Sam nerdy, and I can appreciate that, but Jared himself is painfully attractive and should always be allowed to be. The show should be proud that they have not 1 but 2 gorgeous/sexy leading men and promote the hell out of it! Dont go crazy with a flat iron, or cover him up in 10 layers of flannel, flaunt Sam WInchester’s beauty!!!!
Chapter index here - I’ll be making a proper index page later, because I’ve got too many chapters now to link to them all. For now, this link takes you to my AOS McKirk masterlist. You’ll find all the posted chapters of In Darkness there.
Warnings - angst, medical squick.
McKirk, ‘cause it’s always McKirk.
But often faltering feet Come surest to the goal; And they who walk in darkness meet The sunrise of the soul.
~ Henry van Dyke
The sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway wakes Jim.
He’s not sure what time it is. It’s one of the many small adjustments to losing his sight, something Jim never would have predicted - his internal clock is all messed up.
“… can’t get his heart rate down,” Christine Chapel is murmuring to someone.
Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader goes to steal one of Remus sweaters because she’s cold & notices that he only has a handful that aren’t too small or torn & so she buys him a few and just puts them in his trunk and then he sees the reader wearing his favorite one and just knows it was her and its just really fluffy?
Warnings: fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff
A/N: I know they’re called jumpers in England (and if you’re me) but for the purposes of the story, we’ll stick with the American version (sorry) also, I’m changing it up just a little bit ;)
I feel a chill run down my spine as a draft passes through the room. The fire blazes at my side, and yet I can’t seem to shake the chill of the coming autumn. I tuck my feet into the crack between the cushion and the armrest of my chair, huddling closer to the plush fabric, trying to keep warm as my eyes scan the pages of the book in my hands. But after reading the same paragraph for the tenth time and absorbing none of it, I give up.
I mark my page in the book, and crawl toward the boys dormitory. If there is one place to get a sweater, it’s from my boyfriend. I climb the stairs to the room he shares with his three best friends and don’t even pause to knock before opening the door, knowing fully well that the boys are in Hogsmeade for the afternoon.
I pry open the heavy lid of his trunk, and my nose is filled with the wonderful scent of cinnamon and apples that seems to be on everything around him. Under the lid, I find his impeccably organized belongings inside and a stack of four sweaters sitting on top. I immediately go for the grey one with blue embroidery, remembering how soft and cozy it was from the last time he wore it. It’s at the bottom of the stack and as I rifle through, I notice that the other three are in various states of disrepair. The knitting on two has started to unravel, while the other looks like it’s shrunk in the wash. A huff escapes my lips as I look over the sweaters. I carefully fold them anyway and replace them inside the trunk, and then pull the grey sweater on over my shirt, grab my book and head back to the girls dormitory.
I hear voices as I approach my own bedroom door, and recognize them as belonging to Marlene, Alice, and Lily.
“Knock knock,” I announce as I enter the room, immediately crossing to Lily’s bed and plopping down next to her.
“You know, saying ‘knock knock’ doesn’t actually count as knocking,” Marlene laughs from her bed, adjacent to Lily’s.
“Whatever, it’s my room, too,” I say.
“Is that Remus’s?” Alice asks, eyeing the sweater.
“Yep,” I reply, wrapping my arms around myself, and inhaling the scent of cinnamon. “Seems to be his only good one left, I almost feel bad for stealing it.”
“Emphasis on the ‘almost,’” Lily teases. And then an idea comes to me.
“Alice, you know how to knit, don’t you?”
I smile at her as a plan formulates in my brain.
Hours pass and Marlene, Lily, Alice, and I are completely surrounded by yarn of varying colors and textures, maroons and dark greens strewn across the floor, and our handiwork sits in the middle of our circle. Luckily for us, Alice had all of her crafting supplies stashed under her bed. It took about an hour for Lily and I to get the hang of the knitting, whereas Marlene gave up after about six minutes and has now put herself in charge of criticizing our work.
“(Y/N), he’s going to love these so much,” Lily says over her clanking knitting needles.
I smile, looking down at the dark navy sweater I’ve been working on, and then look back up at them. “I’m not sure I want to tell him it was us.”
Marlene laughs from her spot on her bed. “What, you want him to just happen upon them and think that the elves brought them for him?”
“Yeah, kind of,” I reply, smirking a bit. “I dunno, I just. I like the idea of him just… finding them.”
Marlene laughs again, shaking her head at me. “I swear you two were made for each other. You’re too nice.”
After a week of me disappearing with the girls at random times during the day to continue our work, the sweaters are finally finished and perfect. We’d created seven, rather gorgeously crafted sweaters, deciding one for every day of the week was best.
The door to my room creaks open and Alice pokes her head in announcing, “Coast is clear! They just went down to breakfast.”
I squeal a little bit, as Lily and I scoop up the sweaters and sneak over to the boys dormitory, stealing into their room. I pry open Remus’ trunk, the smell of cinnamon and apples hitting me once again, and put my stack of sweaters in, followed by the ones Lily’s handing me. As I close the lid, I look up to see her staring absentmindedly at the bed two over from Remus’.
“Hey, Lil, y’know James probably wouldn’t mind if you just waited up here for him,” I tease. She shoots me a look, semi-amused and semi-disgusted.
“I hate you,” she replies, shoving me in the arm before taking off out of the room, her dark red hair flying behind her.
The fire blazes by my side as I sit cuddled up on the sofa, enjoying the warmth of the flames while reading my book. A confident smile plays on my lips, and I revel in the idea of seeing Remus in one of his new sweaters. Suddenly I feel a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders from behind me, and smell the familiar scent of cinnamon.
“Afternoon, my love,” Remus says, leaning forward to kiss me on the cheek.
“Hello,” I reply, turning my head toward him, and closing the book and place it on the sofa by my side.
“So, the strangest thing happened and you’ll never believe it,” he says, as he crosses to sit on the couch next to me, lifting my feet to drape across his lap.
“What’s that?” I ask, perhaps a little too innocently.
“So, one week ago to this day, my favorite sweater disappears while I’m gone with my friends to Hogsmeade, and then today seven brand new sweaters appear in my trunk, smelling strangely similarly to my wonderful girlfriend’s perfume, who happens to be sitting down, reading, in the common room wearing my same favorite sweater. What are the odds really?”
My jaw drops and I look down to realize that I was, indeed, wearing his grey sweater with the blue embroidery.
I groan at my stupidity, “I meant for it to be a secret gift.”
“Love, you’ve always been terrible at keeping secrets,” he replies, taking my hand and squeezing it a little.
“I beg to differ,“ I quip, giving him a look.
“Alright, you’ve kept that secret,” he laughs in surrender, and I chuckle a little too.
“I didn’t realize this one was your favorite,” I say pulling at the sweater slightly. “You can have it back, if you’d like.”
“I think I like it better on you, actually. Besides I have these seven new sweaters that this amazing girl got for me, so,” he says, while wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap.
“Well, ‘got’ is really not the correct term. More along the lines of ‘poured hours of her soul into creating’ is more like it,” I tease, refusing to make eye contact with him.
“You… you made them for me?” he asks, in a small voice. I look down into his eyes, and they’re full of amazement and wonder.
“Well, Alice and Lily helped a lot, but yeah,” I say.
In a moment, my back is pressed down against the couch, and Remus is pinning me down, and kissing me as if his life depended on it, one arm wrapped tightly around my waist, the other cupping the back of my neck. And my arms are wrapped around his shoulders, holding him even closer to me.
He breaks this kiss, and looks down into my eyes.
“I hope you don’t thank Alice and Lily that same way,” I tease and he throws his head back in laughter.
“I love you so much,” he says. “You know that?”
I smile, slightly out of breath. “Yeah, but it’s still nice to hear.”
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My attempt at putting some logic into a whole “Peter’s little sister existing in the GotG universe” thing…. doesn’t make sense XD But hell, you can’t fault me for trying. So in this one I tried to make this less of a ‘reader’ fic and more of an imaginary character’s inner monologue. Like some nameless character who’s supposed to be Star-Lord’s sister. But I kept it in the “you” form because it can still be interpreted as a reader fic for those who like that kind of thing. Good luck making sense of any of this XD
So this is about Peter’s little sister (you????) asking about the mom you shared but hardly knew. Based off an anon prompt.
You were reclining in the helm of the Milano, feet propped up on the autopilot-set controls. Peter was blasting the music mom had given him throughout the ship, as he usually did. After the first fifty times of listening to the rotation, the music really got to you. She seemed like a really cool person, especially with this kind of taste in music.
“Hey, feet off, princess,” Peter walked in and nudged your boots with his hand. You were snapped from your reverie and obeyed, placing your feet flat on the ground.
“Everything okay?” Peter asked, sitting down in one of the free seats in the control deck of the ship, facing you.
You glanced over at him and shrugged, “No, not really. I mean, nothing bad. I’m just in a funk.”
“Aaand… is there anything I can do?” Peter asked, wringing his hands nervously. You grinned softly at him. Even though you’d only known each other as siblings for a few years, he still tried to take any bit of love he had in his power to make you feel at home. Hell, if either of you even had a real home in the first place. Still, he was always nervous about touchy subjects. Less so than someone like Rocket or Gamora, but still. God bless him for trying.
Nooo I didn't want to be rude sorry if it came that way - I thought that you think of him like a son idk sorry again
It’s just a joke. Niall is just like…..I dunno, he’s like my little pure flower child. Or he used to be, and then Temporary Fix and Slow Hands and so on happened, but when I close my eyes and pretend, he’s still that lil pink cheeked blondie with braces and a very loud laugh from 2012 and he doesn’t even know what sex is yet.
I lowkey hate when we get an emotional clip on fridays, because like, I go to bed all sad and I think about it all night, and then I have to get up early to go to work.
I dunno, I just feel like I don’t get time to properly process it. Ugggh, & I still feel like I’m going to burst into tears any minute. This show is so fucking good, but it gets to you man.
i dunno how to say this without sounding condescending but
i just feel the need to emphasize that i don’t get angry with kid bloggers on this hellsite, like even if they perpetuate harmful shit i just. either block them or ignore them but all my not-so-vague blogging and fandom critical posts are never about younger fans :/ like ever ever ever. a lot of you still have a lot to learn and i remember being a teen in fandom spaces and thinkin ‘hate’ was the worst thing in the world, even worse than predators lurking the internet, so i’m just. never angry at you guys, i dunno if that makes sense. but i’m 21 and i can’t excuse adults for all the bs, they know better. but you kids, you don’t.
anyway i dunno just. i feel like i may have hurt a sixteen year old shipper’s feelings earlier and ngl i feel bad about that.
Now I'm curious. Can you tell us what the question was, even if you don't answer it? Or is it too revealing?
Meh. Not revealing just like … I dunno. Like do you ever see something in fanfic and go “Oh that’s normal or whatever” but then in real life it’s kinda … squicky-ish? It’s like moist. You want your turkey and cakes to BE it and there’s nothing wrong with it, but you don’t want to hear someone SAY it LOL.