my road to nowhere

I wanted rough tongues and
sweaty palms
and tangled hair
with you.

I wanted nights out and
mornings somewhere else
and makeup smeared on my clothes
with you.

I wanted 3am burgers and
a road trip to nowhere
and getting off at the wrong exit
with you.

I wanted curiosity and adventure
and raw happiness
and a life
with you.
— 

But instead, 

I’m in my bed 

wishing I was elsewhere

with you. 

we're on the road to nowhere (let's find out where it goes)

He collects them slowly, and mostly by accident. [or, a Critical Role Star Wars AU]

a million thanks to @forcekenobi for the beta and the encouragement

part i: the twins [a pair of good-for-nothing shits without two credits to rub together and all the stubbornness of the Galactic Senate]


It happens like this: he takes one look at them, scowling at some faceless imperial officer as their ship is impounded right before their eyes, and his heartstrings sing like a Bastanian fiddle. He doesn’t even realize he’s moving towards them until he’s halfway across the docking bay.

Scanlan’s no Jedi, but there are some things he just knows.

“Oi, officer,” he calls across the platform, weaving between impatient passengers and scowling merchants and faceless troopers; spaceports tend to blur into the same mass of life and machinery and engine grease when you’ve visited as many of them as he has. The trio look up as he approaches, all of their faces equally guarded. The ship crouches behind them, a top-of-the-line yacht that was probably beautiful, once, but has seen the business end of a blaster turret one too many times. Scanlan’s momentarily amazed they actually want to go anywhere in that thing; it’s one short jump from falling apart. “’Scuse me, is there a problem here?”

[continue reading on ao3]

we're on the road to nowhere (let's find out where it goes)

He collects them slowly, and mostly by accident. [or, a Critical Role Star Wars AU]

part i / part ii

part iii: the mandalorians [a pair of siblings with enough firepower to take down a small army, and the love of Scanlan Shorthalt’s life]


It happens like this: they’re on Mandalore for all of six hours, refueling under the shadow of the Star Destroyer in the upper atmosphere, and an angel straight from the moons of Iego asks to book passage.

“Why our ship?” Vax asks while Scanlan carefully extracts his heart from his ribcage so he can hand it to her on a silver platter.

“You look the cheapest,” she shrugs, mouth pulling up into something caught between a grimace and a grin, and Scanlan can’t even bring himself to be hurt.

“Of course,” he agrees. And then, because Vex would shoot him if he didn’t mention it, he says, “Payment is half up front.

The angel looks unfazed. “Alright. It’s me and my brother. Will that be a problem?”

“Not at all,” says Vax smoothly. “We’re a little pressed for time, though, so if there’s anything you need to do––”

“He’s outside,” she says. “We’re ready when you are.”

[continue reading on ao3]

Road Trip

s u m m a r y // based off the au  “We were on miniature road trip together when my car broke down in the middle of nowhere. The heater isn’t working now and we’re both freezing because it’s rainy out, so we’re forced to huddle under a blanket in the backseat and share body heat (and oh my god this wasn’t meant to be romantic but if you keep looking at me like that I am going to kiss the shit out of you).”

You slipped on your denim ripped shorts that came just an inch below your ass. You were wearing a color corset top and some black sandals, your toes painted a pretty peach color. You hair was in a big ponytail a few pieces left out to frame your face. You and your best friend Justin were going on a mini road trip to Arizona—don’t ask why because you really didn’t know either. He called you yesterday asking if you wanted to do something today and suggested you go on a little rode trip to the four corners. The four corners was the only play you could stand in four states all at once, it’s a point where Utah, New Mexico, Colorado, and Arizona meet. You would only be gone for about a day since Arizona was right next to California. You tightened your ponytail a little bit checking your outfit on last time when your phone started to vibrate.

From: J to the B

On my way are you ready?

To: J to the B

Yuppp

You grabbed your black studded backpack starting to stuff things in it. You put your laptop inside with some random movies, your charger, your portable charging Starbucks cup (it’s real I swear and they’re cute), some random lip gloss, ear phones, your wallet, your sunglasses, and your camera—leaving your phone out to carry. You pursed your lips together thinking of anything else you might need but you couldn’t think of anything else. You closed the bag hearing the doorbell ring already. You walked over to the door twisting the smooth knob to reveal Justin leaning against your cherry wood door.

“Hi,” You smiled, your eyes observing his outfit.

He was wearing one of his fedora hats, a white shirt, some jeans and sneakers. You couldn’t see his hair through his hat but knowing him, he only put it on because he didn’t feel like gelling it. He had sunglasses on, a watch and his Cartier bracelets as usual.

“Hey,” He said returning the smile and giving you a hug. Pulling away, he looked at your outfit, “Nice shorts.” He chuckled tugging on them a little bit.

“Thanks,” You replied, feeling your heart flutter at his small compliment. You stared into his hazel brown eyes for a moment seeing him lick his lips as you stood in silence with a smile on your face.

Justin cleared his throat a little awkwardly when he realized you were staring at each other for quite some time, “You ready?” He asked scratching the back his head.

“Uh, yeah just let me get my bag real quick.” You coughed, turning on your heal to go get your backpack.

You grabbed it off your bed and turned off the lamp grabbing your house keys; wouldn’t want to forget those again. Turning off the bedroom light, you turned off the rest of the lights in your house walking over to Justin and leaving shutting the door.

You walked to his car side by side and he walked over to the passenger side opening the door for you. You hummed a small thank you as you got in and he shut the door after you then went over to his side hopping into the car. You set your bag in the back seat behind you putting your phone in your lap as  he put on his seat belt then started the car.

You took the aux cord hooking it up to your phone then scrolled through trying to a song you felt like listening to. Justin backed out of your drive way his eyes on the road. Kicking your feet up onto his dash, you decided on Come My Way (feat. Drake) by Fetty Wap, your current obsession—drakes part especially made you hype. Justin’s turned up the song bobbing his head a little making you laugh, as he looked over at you all comfortable in his car.

“All I gotta do is put my mind to this shit

Cancel out my ex, I put a line through that bitch”

You and Justin rapped in unison making you burst into laughter. You weirdly danced in your seat, Justin glancing over to you every once and a while to chuckle at your horrible attempt at dancing.

“Put your seat belt on.” Justin stated looking at you with a little worry in his eyes.

You listened to him, buckling it across your body. Looking out the window of his car you admired the beautiful palm trees in your sight. Your unbuckled your seat belt for a moment reaching in the back to get you camera out of your bag. Your ass was kind of next to Justin’s face and your heard him cough awkwardly as you sat back down in your seat.

You put your seat belt on then snapped some pictures of the palm trees. You took a picture of your feet; the front of Justin’s car, the rearview mirror then looked over at Justin. Pointing the camera towards him, you took a picture of him with his one hand on the steering wheel and the other rested on his lap. Justin’s head snapped in your direction when the flash went off grinning you as you took another of him.

“Take your hat off.” You winked subtly. He shook his head at you no licking his chapped lips. “Please.” You pouted at him sticking you bottom lip out.

He playfully rolled his eyes at you moving his hand that was on his lap to take it off then placed it on your head. You shrugged your shoulders not really minding it. Pointing the camera towards him again, you snapped a few more picture as you came to a red light. Justin’s hand left the steering reel and he grabbed the camera from your hands.

“Pose,” He said, giving you a slow and sexy smile.

You giggled putting up a peace sign the flash going off, you stuck out your tongue and crossed your eyes making a silly face the flash going off again, you titled your head and smiling, Justin took one last picture. He brought the camera from his face looking at the picture he just took of you.

“Beautiful.” A smile dangled on the corner of his lips as he stared down at the photo. You bit on your bottom lip glancing away. Justin looked up at you then set the camera down on your lap as the light turned green.

You sat straight in your chair, your lips pressed together. You didn’t know why you always got so flushed when Justin complemented you, you two were best friends and have been for a very long time—things like this never used to bother you but now it made you feel something you didn’t really know how to explain.

Fumbling with your fingers you looked over at Justin his messy hair on his head as he tapped his fingers against his seat. You crossed your legs together tapping the air with your foot as leaned your head back on the car seat.

“You tired?” Justin asked, turning his head to look over at you.

“A little bit,” You responded, batting your eyes at him a yawn escaping your mouth.

“Go to sleep,” He replied, turning a sharp corner making you see sunset through his window.

“—but I need a pillow.” You whined, hoping he would stop the car and offer his shoulder for a moment.

Instead when stopped at a stop sign he unbuckled his seat belt tugging his shirt off his body balling it up and handing it to you. You hid the smile that was trying to creep on your face as your eyes stared down at his tone chest. You felt your mouth water wondering when the hell he started working out again. He looked good shirtless all the time but (Beyoncé voice) goddamn. You found yourself staring at his defined abs wanting to just reach your hand out and rub your hands down them—or kiss them—or both.

“Y/N, hey.” He said waving his hand in front of your face snapping you out of your daydream.

“Huh?” You muttered, looking up at his eyes making a small chuckle leave his lips.

“I said I’ll wake you up when we stop for gas.” He repeated and you nodded you head.

Justin put his seat belt on as you turned laying on your side and shutting your eyes drifting off to the sound of him humming the every song that played.


You felt someone shake your shoulder making you groan and wake up from your lovely dream. Your dream was about Justin and oddly it wasn’t the first time—this time it was about something that was not so appropriate but it felt so real.

“Y/N, wake up before I pour water on you.” You heard Justin groan and the sound of a door shutting.

You opened your eyes the bright lights of the gas station hitting your eyes making you cover them. You cleared your throat taking off your seat belt and sitting up to see Justin not in the car. You looked around seeing him stand there pumping gas into the car, shirtless. There wasn’t anyone really outside just one or two cars; they were parked though. You opened the car door stretching out your tired legs as Justin looked over at you putting the gas things bag where it belonged.

“Hey sleepy head.” He breathed in a husky voice.

“Yeah, do you want your shirt back? It’s kind of cold out here.” You pressed, shivering yourself starting to run your hands up and down arms, goosebumps forming.

He nodded his head laughing as you opened the car back up tossing him his shirt. He pulled it over his head motion for you to follow him into seven eleven. You walked a little faster to catch up to him, his tattooed arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. A roar of thunder made you stop in your tracks and jump. Justin looked up at the sky for a moment before you two continued walking.

When you stepped into the shop a small ding echoed and the gas station attendant greeting you with a hello, which you and Justin greeted back. You tried to drift away from Justin to go towards the candy isle but he pulled you back to him, his arm dropping to go around your waist.

“Justin, I want candy.” You laughed trying to get away from him. He pinched your side looking down at you since you were much shorter than him.

“You can get anything you want.” He said, giving you his famous smirk.

“Anything I want?”

“Anything.” You shyly crossed your arms around your chest walking towards the back where the drinks were. Looking through them you opened the glass door picking up a Half ‘N Half Snapple. “You want one?” You asked Justin as you held the door open just in case.

“Nah, I’ll get a Gatorade though.” He replied nodding his at it.

You picked it up handing the cold bottle to him and he grabbed it. You shut the door, as your hands were now freezing cold. Justin leaned against one of the other doors playing with the bottle in his hand. You smiled to yourself stepping up to him only for his eyes to meet yours. You bit your lower lip as he leaned in a little your lips brushing against his. Having to ruin the moment because you were just that kind of person, you put your cold hand onto his cheek making him groan.

“Ugh, shit that’s cold.” He grumbled taking your hands off his cheeks.

You laughed as he scrunched his nose up at you and you kissed it making him smile a little. You don’t know what was up with the two of you lately but you liked it. Justin held onto your cold hands bringing them down and rubbing his thumbs against the back of your hands.

“We should get some food.” You murmured, looking up at him. He nodded in response nothing saying anything.

He let go of one of your hands holding on to the other as you walked towards the candy. Justin interlaced his fingers with yours, your cheeks beginning to get hot—you didn’t mind at all. You looked through the chocolate not knowing which one to get; they were all so good.

“Which one should I get?” You asked sadly letting go his hand to hold a Twix in one hand and a Milky Way in the other.

“Just get both.” He shrugged his shoulder stuffing his hands in his pocket.

You mentally sighed knowing you probably shouldn’t have let go. He was probably thinking you didn’t want to hold his hand now but you wanted to, you really did.

“Alright.” You faked a smile.

Justin grabbed a bag of chips and took the stuff from your hand walking to the counter to pay for everything. He pulled his wallet out of his jean pockets swiping his card when the total came to $12.37. Grabbing the plastic bag, he held it in his hands telling the lady at the counter thank you. You walked out the station the air smelling like it was going to rain. You both got into the car starting to see small drips of waterfall from the sky. Justin dug into the bag handing you your stuff.

“Thanks.” You muttered, setting your drink down in the cup holder. You opened the mirrored sun visor seeing you hair was complete mess and you shirked. “Justin why didn’t you tell me my hair looked horrible.”

He looked over at you looking at it for a moment reply, “It looks fine, what are you talking about?”

“Do you not see this?” You raised your eyebrows at your frizzy hair.

“Here I’ll fix it.” He said reaching over to you. He grabbed ahold of the elastic pulling it down to let your hair loose. He flicked the hair tie somewhere.

“You just made it worse.” You whimpered, trying to fix it.

“Y/N, it looks fine. You still look as beautiful as ever.” He complemented opening his bags of chips. “You want some?”

You nodded your head and he handed the bag to you chewing as he grabbed his eyes out of his pocket. He put them into the ignition starting it then putting his seat belt on. You chewed on the tasty chips in your mouth doing the same. You pushed the button on the side of the seat leaning you chair back a little so you could get comfortable. Justin backed up, leaving the gas station and turning into a road surrounded by trees and dirt. He reached over to you grabbing a chip from the bag and putting it in his mouth.

“Can you open that?” He questioned, pointing towards his drink.

You grabbed his drink twisting the cap off and handing in to him. He drank a few gulps then handed it back to you. You put the cap back on and set it down back into the cup holder. Another clap of thunder sounded starting to make you a little scared, as it got cold in Justin’s car.

“Can you turn on the heat or something?” You posed starting to feel goosebumps on your arms.

“It’s actually broken right now. Damn, I didn’t even think about it before we left.” He cursed looking over at you shiver. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright, I think I’ll manage.” You said opening the Twix bar that you previously had placed on your lap.

“There might be a blanket back there that I left one day.” He mentioned, taking a quick glance back to see.

You unbuckled your seat belt reaching back to get the blanket setting it in your lap as you sat back down. Justin turned on his windshield whippers driving down the road. You wrapped you self in the warm blanket looking over at Justin.

“You cold?”

“A little bit, I think I’ll manage.” He chuckled mocking you from earlier. It was silent for a moment until he spoke up again. “You know, I think you were moaning in your sleep.”

“What?” You asked in sort of a question, narrowing you eyes at him as you took another bite of your Twix.

“I think you were moaning in your sleep.” He repeated looking over at you and you could tell he was trying to hold back the smirk on his face.

You didn’t say anything your mouth just hung open your eyes focused ahead of you not knowing how to respond to that. What were you suppose to say? Like yeah Justin I was and it wa because I was dreaming about you—damn you never should’ve took his shirt and he shouldn’t have took it off.

“So who were you dreaming about?” He posed, taking your Twix out of you hand for a moment to take a bite.

“No one.” You said simply even though you knew he was going to think you were lying.

“Oh, come on it was about someone.”

“No it wasn’t it, it wasn’t about anyone at all.” You lied, rolling you head still not making any eye contact with him.

“Then look at me.” He said, a pit of nervousness settling in your stomach.

Just as you were about to say something else the rain started to pour harder and Justin’s car slowly came to a halt. You looked at him seeing a confused look knowing that it wasn’t on purpose. He slowly turned the steering wheel and it stopped on the side of the road.

“I think there’s something wrong with engine or something.” He huffed. “Great, we’re in the middle of nowhere and it’s cold.”

He was pretty right you guys wouldn’t be able to fix anything until the rain stopped. “At least we’re together.” You stated seeing Justin shiver.

You looked towards the back not knowing if you should take a chance of not. You decided to, taking your seat belt off you threw the blanket into the back. Justin looked at you as you climbed back there.

“Come on,” You said, waving your hand for him to lay with you.

He opened his mouth like he was about to say something then closed it slipping off his shoes then climbing in the back with you. You sat up straight for a moment taking off you sandals as he made himself comfortable against side of the car. He patted his lap so you scooted over sitting on top him then spreading the cover over the both of you. His cold hands touched you waist making you shiver a little bit.

“Oh, I have my laptop do you want to watch a movie?” You asked looking at him behind you. He nodded his head so you leaned down grabbing your laptop out your bag and the five movies you stuffed in there. “I have Monster in Law, Stepbrothers, Bride Wars, Mean Girls, and Divergent.”

“You brought a whole bunch of chick movies.” He chuckled, hid breath against your neck.

“—Well I didn’t think we’d watch them they were just in case.”

“You pick.”

You picked Bride Wards since it was funny and romantic, also you haven’t seen in a while. You opened you laptop the screen flashing a picture of you and Justin. It was from your birthday party a few months ago. Justin was dressed nicely in a suit and you were in a low-cut black dress. You hand your arms wrapped around his neck and one of your legs of the ground in a cute way as Justin’s hands were on your waist and he was looking into your eyes.

“I remember that picture.” He said and you could hear the smile on your face. “That was the day your sister thought we were dating so I had to pretend to be your boyfriend.”

You thought back on that day, it was a great and it was true. She kept pressuring you about not dating anyone so it kind of slipped that you were dating Justin so he went along with it. Putting the disk inside the laptop rested on your lap as you leaned your head back into Justin’s chest his fingers starting to trace little circles on your hips. You could hear the sound of the rain against the car as the movie started. You felt Justin’s eyes on you so you couldn’t help but turn your head to look at him—he was looking back.

You stared at each other being able to glimpse part of each other’s face from the light of your laptop. You bit your lip from nervousness his eyes flickering down from your eyes to your lips. You wanted to kiss him, really bad. His soft lips brushed against your plump ones making you let out a small breath. His lips stayed there for a moment as if he was contemplating if he should kiss you or not.

“Kiss me.” You whispered.

Not having to ask twice his lips pressed against yours making you shot of ecstasy go through your body. You didn’t notice until now how bad you wanted it to happen—you were glad it was. You slowly kissed him back wanting to savor the moment as one of hands reached up to your face. He tucked some of your hair behind your ear cupping your cheek to keep your lips against his.

This felt right and hoped it felt right to him too. He pulled away from the kiss biting your bottom lip lightly in the process, smiling down at you. You smiled back not knowing what to say so you just turned your attention back to the movie. Justin fingers starting to play with your hair as you played that moment over and over again in your head.

we're on the road to nowhere (let's find out where it goes)

He collects them slowly, and mostly by accident. [or, a Critical Role Star Wars AU

part i

part ii: the scholar [an alien with all the knowledge of the greatest sages and none of the sense]


It happens like this: he is, originally, a job.

The Trandoshan contacts them from some planet even Scanlan hasn’t heard of, a gas giant out past Aduba-3. The transmission comes by way of four separate relays, well encrypted and rerouted through half a dozen systems.

“Wow,” says Vax when he sees the mess of holonet signals and personal coding embedded in the message, fingers tapping at the comms center as he cleans it up, and Scanlan’s almost put out the kid knows his ship better than he does. “This guy’s either brilliant or an idiot.”

Turns out, he’s both.

[continue reading on ao3]

Road Trip (Peter Parker)

Scenario: We’re on a miniature road trip together when my car broke down in the middle of nowhere. The heater isn’t working now, and we’re both freezing because it’s rainy out, so we’re forced to huddle under a blanket in the backseat and share body heat (and oh god this wasn’t meant to be romantic but if you keep looking at me like that I am going to kiss the shit out of you) 

Author’s Note: There are about 3,000 words to this story, which is why there’s a cut on it. I immediately fell in love with this prompt, which I think is why it didn’t take me long to write it. I’m also still working on Things You Said requests – hopefully you can expect a new one to drop tomorrow or later tonight, depending on how much finalizing I can get done. 


The road in front of you is dark, endless, and barely occupied as you continue to drive. The window is constantly being splattered with the heavy raindrops that are falling from the sky, and the heater is cracked to the top to try and battle the cold that threatens to spread itself into the car. However, despite the horrible conditions that are supposed to be putting a dark cloud over your future plans, you and Peter are anything but negative. 

“Okay,” Peter starts, reaching over to turn down the volume of the radio. “Favorite Pixar movie. Go.” 

“Oh crap, really?” You retort, looking over at him for a brief second before fixing your gaze back on the road. “You can’t make me pick my favorite. That’s horrible!” 

“Too bad,” Peter counters back in a sing-song voice, grinning over at you and laughing when you merely shake your head dryly at his antics. 

You think about your answer for a second. “Honestly though, it probably has to be The Incredibles. What about you?” 

He wrinkles his nose. “Ratatouille.” 

“That’s my second favorite!” You rebuff.

Peter thinks about this for a second. “Okay, that’s fair.” 

The pair of you share a brief laugh before it dies down enough for you to bite down on your lip in order to try and ignore the racing heart in your chest. Truth is, in spite of all your previous episodes of playful bickering, flirtation, and sexual tension, getting to be alone with Peter in a car for a five hour drive has always been something you thought you would never get to experience. 

Just being friends has always been a label you told yourself for countless weeks that you could deal with. Too bad if you’re madly into Peter and too bad if he’s never really seemed to notice your staring and too bad if he’s reportedly said that he merely sees you as an awesome sister he can joke around with and pull pranks with. It’s all part of bad timing, but you know that you need to take this with good grace. You’re nothing if not accepting of terrible fate. God knows that you’ve had to deal with this kind of situation more than once. You can get over it. Or at least try. 

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Rule: You can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people

I was tagged by @littlesasquatch thanks!!

ok guys dont laugh my music sucks

1: Lollipop - mika
2: Road to nowhere - talking heads
3: You’re sixteen - Ringo Starr
4: The Crystal Ship - the doors
5: Escape (the pina colada song)
6: Kiss from a rose - seal
7: I’m not ok - MCR
8: Haven’t met you yet - Michael Buble
9: Daydream Believer - the monkees
10: Ain’t nobody - felix jaehn (i think thats who its by idk?)

And also im too lazy to tag enough people @thatcolourfulsomething @thedoomedkitteh @lovesanangelwithashotgun @wayward-authors-kitsune @tei-pirate @keilattes

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Ok, I’m in a little trouble right now. I live in a refurbished horse stable with my family. It’s in the middle of nowhere, the roads crumble in the rain, we get limited internet service, the downsides of this place just go on. We’d like to move and go somewhere where we could live like REAL people, but our landlords (the people who tricked us into living here) raised our rent because they want to redo their mansion. Before we can move, we have to buy an apartment, pay for moving costs, etc etc. I have a job as a pet care specialist, but it’s January, hours are slow, and it’s just not enough. So I have to make as much money as I can elsewhere too! 

TLDR; Please help me get the hell outta here!

I can write the comics myself if you have a loose prompt, or I can illustrate whatever you give me yourself! If anyone appreciates my style or sense of humor, please contact me or spread this around. Prices are shown in the photo set, if anyone has any trouble, again, contact me. 

You can find more info here: [X]