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jalapeno--business  asked:

So whenever I read trc, I'm always overwhelmed by this almost pathological desire to experience the same feelings of wonder and beauty and magic that you describe in the series. Yes, I understand that there is no sentient, magical forest to discover, and no sleeping king that I can search for, but I still have this urge to have similar feelings and experiences in my life. So how do you experience a similar kind of magic and wonder that you describe in your books, in everyday life?

Dear jalapeno–business,

Are you listening closely?

As an author, I travel a lot. At one point, I was on the road one day out of every three — planes, hotels, rental cars. There’s a rhythm to it, like running up a very long flight of stairs. You figure out how many stairs you can take in a jump, and how to breathe-in-breathe-out to keep from wasting your lungs, and you learn how to tell when you have to stop to rest your knees or you just won’t make it to the top. 

The airports and the planes and the people can all start to seem the same after awhile, if you’re looking at them wrong. If you let them. Anything in life can sound ordinary if that’s all you’re listening for.

Back in 2014, I was in a Texas airport. The night had that glittering senseless jitter to it that happens when you’re tired but going home, finally going home. I was early for my flight and sitting several gates away from my real gate, listening to music. A young man sat down two seats away. Ordinarily, tired and occupied with the peculiar every-day magic of the music in my headphones, I wouldn’t have noticed him, but a moment later, a phone rang. He asked if it was mine; it wasn’t. Someone had forgotten it on the seat between us. 

We both looked at it.

It rang again for someone who didn’t know to pick up, and then he took it away to one of the United desks for them to give it to someone who would listen. He didn’t return.

Two hours later, I went to my real gate to board. Full flight. Everyone was checking and double-checking their seat assignments as they defended their right to aisles and windows. When my seatmate settled himself next to me, I looked up, and it was the guy from the waiting area. He had a tilt to his chin that telegraphed that he thought he was hot shit and a grin that said he recognized me. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

We laughed ruefully and applied our headphones — we both knew the routine of polite air travel. But the agreeable tingle of the coincidence still ate at me, and I could tell it ate at him, too, because after a few moments, he offered me a truffle from his bag. I told him I couldn’t take it because of my allergies, but the headphones came off. We started to talk.

And he was a big talker. He was cocky. A surgical resident. He told me how he loved the hell out of taking internal organs out of people. He described how he listened to sixty-minute epic soundtracks in his ear buds while he removed appendixes and gallbladders, kidneys and stones. He told me of watching Dateline by himself at the end of seventy and eighty hour work weeks, and he told me about his Hyundai, which I made fun of. Confidentially, he whispered to me about a surgeon he knew who had the goal of removing every gallbladder in Texas. Two hours into the flight, the conversation tilted toward spirituality. He’s hot shit, he confessed, and works hard, but he sometimes wonders if he’s allowed to want to be successful, or if that makes him a bad person. Because he’s working a lot of hours in a week, and he’s tired, but he’s pretty sure that he’s hot shit, but maybe that’s not allowed.

I was watching him fumble his fingers over each other. He was scratching a hole in his own palm.

And all at once there was a phone in my head, and it was ringing just for me. 

“One of your parents has obsessive-compulsive disorder,” I told him. “Maybe both.”

The shimmering grin slipped. “How did you know? How could you know that?” 

I asked him if he was getting treatment for it.

He said, “No, no, I’m over it. How could you know that?”

Because in a foggy way, that phone was still ringing between us, and now, I recognized the number.

I said, “Don’t kill yourself.”

He replied, “No way,” and then he started to cry. 

The shit-eating grin had vanished. He told me how he’d made up his mind that he didn’t want to make it to 35. He’d researched all the ways to make sure he didn’t. Over the next hour, I told him about my OCD, and how I thought his uncertainty over wanting to be successful but also wanting to be humble was a function of his OCD’s spiritual obsession. That he wasn’t over OCD, that you never were, but that his agony didn’t have to be a real thing. He could be both humble and successful. It wasn’t against the rules of goodness to be proud of what you’d done, as long as you were doing things for the right reasons. I told him how once I bought a race car, but I’d given it away to someone who could use the money, because I realized I was only racing to look sexy in a car, and not because it was really making me happy. 

I told him he didn’t have to worry about looking sexy in a Hyundai, though, and he replied that he would look sexy in anything, and then he cried a little more. 

Everyone else in the plane was asleep, but we were wide awake.

When we got off the plane in Virginia, the surgical resident gave me an awkward side-hug, and he wiped his face. Then he dug in his bag for the wrapper from his truffle. As the other travelers shuffled past us sleepily, he pressed it into my hand. He didn’t want to give me his name, he said, but he wanted something for me to remember so that when we ran into each other again in 15 years, I’d know who he was.

After we’d parted ways, I turned my phone off airplane mode, and a text came in that had been sent while I was in the air. It was from the person I’d given the race car to. I hadn’t heard from him in nearly six months. The text said only: thank u maggie i have such a hppy life bc of u

Magic.

You have to be listening closely. Phones are ringing all over the world, and sometimes they look like magical forests, and sometimes they look like race cars, and sometimes they look like surgical residents.

urs,

Stiefvater

It's better to be safe, than sorry.

My Auntie told me this story a while back.

My aunt is a Paramedic and used to drive an ambulance in England. One afternoon, she and her colleague were driving along a motorway (in work time) when she noticed a BMW weaving in and out of traffic, driving well over the speed limit. The driver was also breaking in the fast lane in front of cars and generally, being an all-round a**hole. Before too long, the driver, going around 80/90mph, spun out and careered off the road into a ditch.

Regardless of his a**holery, they immediately headed to the scene to offer aid. Amazingly, the driver only suffered very minor injuries and was refusing to receive any medical aid. He ‘needed to be somewhere’. My auntie, however, wanted to make sure she did her job properly and refused to let the man leave or get out of the car. She told him to stay still and remain seated whilst they check for any neck or back injuries (which he clearly didn’t have). Being the professional that she was and wanting to make absolutely sure that no further injury could arise, she called in the fire brigade to cut the man out of his car.

And they f*cking did. The cut the roof of this guy’s BMW off to allow for easier access. To say his was pissed off was an understatement, but as she said to him – ‘’it’s better to be safe than sorry.’’

Maybe he’ll think about the consequences of driving like an arse in future.

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The Wrong Tickets

Summary: Your friend buys plane tickets for the two of you, but she accidentally makes you sit apart from each other. That means you have to sit next to a stranger

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3,820 words

Warning: Swearing, Fluff 

Originally posted by seabasschino

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I was bought tickets on United by the the organizers of the Juno Live Reading this past weekend. To LA and back to Seattle I had to change planes in SF. ALL FOUR FLIGHTS were overbooked. Completely packed with them begging for volunteers to get be bumped.

I tried to check-in online for the return flight the night before but it wouldn’t show my seat assignment and online check-in was being problematic, so I got to the airport early so I could try and figure out what the problem was.

When I got there and went to the kiosk it said all of the free seats on both LAX-SFO and SFO-SEA planes were taken, even though I had tickets that had been paid for. The only way I could get on the plane was to purchase almost $100 worth of economy plus seats.

When I got to the gate in LAX there was a line at customer service with at least 50-60 disgruntled people waiting in it. They do that shit on purpose. They overbook and make people pay extra. Such a fucking scam.

I never fly United because they are shitty but they were “free” tickets purchased by someone else for me (that I didn’t realize I would end up having to pay for) so I thought “What the hell…one trip…it’ll be fine”. But every single flight had oversold.

Oh yeah, and on two of the flights the flight attendants said they couldn’t pass out drinks and snacks, only water, because of slight turbulence. Hmmmph. Yeah? Or are you just trying to rip people off in every way possible?

By the time I got to Seattle I was reminded why I don’t fly United and will never again.

THEN I hopped online to learn that just a few hours prior another passenger, an Asian doctor, had been beaten bloody and dragged off of his United flight for not giving up the seat he had paid for. I was not surprised in the slightest because United sucks. It’s a racket.

I am just pissed. Holy hell.

Don’t fly United. Fuck United.

I hope they get the shit sued out of them.

*When they first offered vouchers for volunteering to be bumped I thought…hmmmmm…..but then realized I’d have to use them on another United flight and they can go to hell. So, nah.


****EDITED TO ADD A POINT OF REFERENCE - one-way tickets from LAX to SEATAC regularly cost between $80-120. What I was made to pay to get on the plane was the cost of a whole new ticket.

That was honestly the most fucked experience I have ever had with purchasing a ticket for any sort of concert, but at least I got one in the end. Ya girl is going to BTS and will be seeing Jeon Jeongguk’s thighs in the flesh, pals!

Once in a Lifetime(Jimin Smut)

Didn’t really have any reasons for this, just something that was painted in my mind while I was at work. AMBW~ Hope you enjoy it and think of it as my way of apologizing for not getting requests done sooner.

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Your eyes burned as you lead yourself through the big double doors of the concert hall. Body exhausted from the sleep you managed to let slip away from you last night because you were too excited and having so much fun with your friends. Licking your lips, your red eyes scanned the place a slight breeze of air caused your body to shudder and react to the coolness fanning your skin. It was also your fault for wearing only shorts and a loose fitted T-shirt, the thigh high socks you had on were due to you not getting out of the bed early enough to change into too much without being late. Your hair was up in a messy high ponytail and your stomach fluttered as you made your way towards inside of the venue.

Stopping in your tracks immediately you saw what you were here to see. Bts all sitting in the middle row of a pit section looking up at the stage and talking as they waited for things to get ready. You couldn’t believe that they had come to your city and when they opened the volunteer sheets to work the show of course you told them you’d gladly do it. You knew a person who was very good friends with someone who worked the venue as the head manager so maybe with some strings tied you got recommended for this position and you couldn’t have been happier. It also helped that you occasionally helped with other shows here. Seeing them was a great thing but with your benefits you got to help set up the stage and go into their dressing rooms to check on them. And did you mention though it was a volunteer thing you’d be getting paid?

“There is the girl of the hour! Get your ass up here we’ve been waiting.” A wide-eyed boy shouted causing heads to turn in your direction. Instead of letting your nerves get the best of you (because you were freaking out) you simply gave a big smile and walked towards the front to the stage ever so slowly. “What took you so long? We’ve needed you.” The male teased as you came to prop your elbows on the stage watching them as more people filed on stage.

“I’m so sorry my bed needed me.” You were one to joke around back with them all, wanting to see people smile was something you strived for. Your hands kept you up until you were pushing back a bit to stand straight up.

“Well now that you’re here. Come let’s get ready.” The male jumped down beside you and in the span of a few seconds he was pulling you by your wrist towards the rest of the boys. Bts had on lazy clothes because they would be doing sound checks until a few hours before the concert. All of them looked good, but every time they did a comeback you cursed them all to hell and back. The one that was fucking you up the most this time around however was Park Jimin. You stood next to one of the stage handlers as he started to talk. “Hello once again you all. I just wanted to inform you that Y/N here is the one we spoke to you about earlier. Her Korean is minimal but she will help you out with anything that you need don’t be afraid to ask.” The boys seemed to nod in understanding but you hoped they didn’t ask you any hard questions. You lifted your hand to wave at them and they waved back for the most part. Your eyes locking quickly with each of them until you got to pink haired male who had his hair pushed back revealing those smothering eyes and plush soft pink lips. He gave a soft wave back but you saw his eyes that drifted down your body slowly making your stomach clench and breath hitch. You moved back a bit smiling nervously at your friend who was quick to tell you where to go next.

Leaving from the boys you had to admit seeing them up close and personal made your tough girl exterior melt away but you’d be able to brave this and get through this. You were thrown into your work on the course of a next few minutes. Of course, you had to pass the guys up to do system checks and make sure the amps were ready but once you got through with everything the boys were going up on stage to start their dance practices for all of their songs. You watched from the sound board as they ran through countless number of songs. But it was a painful experience. They were all so beautiful and talented and Jimin the way he was staring straight at you but getting lost in his performance. His hip rolls made you wish he was up there with you grinding and winding his hips against you. Balling your fist up you had to take a break outside to get some cool air. You were a mess, your panties soaked out and the day wasn’t even to a half mark yet. The sweat dripping down your brown skin and onto the ground had a slight cooling affect and helped you feel somewhat relieved.

After your break, you ended up going back to the same spot but someone else was there and of course now she was getting the attention from everyone including Jimin. He smiled at her and you felt a bit jealous, he didn’t smile at you just watched you like you were something to eat. But instead of killing too much thought you walked away to do something else not wanting to let your mind and emotions get the best of you. He was an idol he was going to flirt and do regardless with whoever and who were you to say anything different? You ended up letting yourself get perked up and then you were back at it working and moving behind the scenes until a couple of hours passed.

Once you felt your emotions had gotten better you started to go back to the front taking a seat in one of the chairs you just watched them rehearse appreciating each member for what they gave to the group getting captivated by their dances and their charms. It was called for a break time for them and you simply slipped from the seats and backstage to check out everything else and roam aimlessly around because it seemed like a good idea. You walked passed one room seeing a figure move and it caused you to pause and back up. Eyes scanning through the crack of the white door you watched as Jimin practiced Caught in a lie. You couldn’t move away. He had on a white V-neck and loose fitted black sweatpants moving around his spacing as he rocked the song. The sweat dripping off his face as his muscles tightened up and locked made you want him even more so now. Groaning softly, you pulled away from the door walking off and unaware that he could see your eyes the whole time he danced.

An hour passed and soon the show would be close to starting meaning the boys needed to get their makeup and other things done. So, it didn’t leave much else for you to do. You had a task of going to find extra things for the boys and one thing included a set of towels. You were searching high and low for them opening all the doors until you were opening a storage closet door. You saw the white towels you had been looking for, reaching forward you were going to grab at it until a figure walking up to you halted your movements. Head turning to your right you saw Jimin making his way towards you. His eyes seemed out of it, his skin was flushed red. You were afraid something had happened and you wanted to ask him but he cut you off by pushing you back gently into the small storage room.

“Jimin-” You started as he pressed against you the dim light over your head illuminating his body.

“I don’t have much time but. I want you.” His English was a bit broken but he knew what he wanted to say. You couldn’t believe it; this shit wasn’t happening. Biting on your bottom lip you thought of answers to say but it must have taken you too long to answer because soon Jimin was pushing you against the wall connecting his lips against yours fervently. Gasping softly, you kissed back instantly gripping at his shirt pulling him close to you. One of his thighs slipped between your legs, as his hands made their way down towards your ass. He gripped at your plump cheeks making you moan into the kiss as he tasted your mouth. Sliding his tongue into your mouth he let his tongue dance against yours, loosing himself into the kids with you both of you letting the time slip from your brains and out the window. Your hips sneakily bucked against his clenched thigh but Jimin was enjoying it letting a soft groan ripple from his lips. He grabbed harder at your ass cheeks helping you grind down against his thigh. It was hard not to be loud, his name slipping from your lips as you pulled from the kiss first looking up at him. Leaning forward you bit on his bottom lip wanting to bruise it enough for now since you couldn’t mark up his body. Jimin slightly sighed shutting his eyes as he pushed your hips back down against his thighs, enjoying the sensations of you being pressed against him.

He let you nibble and suck on his lips until you pulled back and he took the time to let his lips press against your neck, his mouth creating open wet kisses across one side to the other. His lips clamping down on your skin to give rough hard sucks and mark you up for the day causing you to whimper and squirm under him feeling all your weak points being touched. Moving to slip his hand into your shorts past your panties and against your clit he smirked rubbing your clit with his thick fingers licking the shell of your ear looking down at you. “Do you like that baby?” He asked in a deep voice rubbing your clit harder. Your eyes fluttered body writhing against the wall you nodded your head fist clenching tightly around his balled-up shirt in your hands. Your hips steadily bucking against his fingers as you took deep breaths licking your lips. He teased your clit until he felt you were wet enough his fingers ghosting up and down your slit until he was pushing his middle finger inside of your wet pussy. A louder gasp slipped from your lips as your back arched and your legs spread wider for him. He smirked thrusting his finger in and out of you slowly letting your juices coat up on his finger and then he was pushing another finger inside of you scissoring your pussy and stretching you out. He groaned letting his lips trail down lover his free hand pushed up your shirt until his tongue was licking across the top of your breasts and he was sucking more hickeys onto your skin. His hand worked to take your breast out of your bra his lips hungrily attacking your nipples sucking on them as he curved his fingers searching for you pleasure spot. He was thrusting them at different angles and paces your hips jerking and bucking harder against his fingers as you tried to ride them.

“Jimin please, please Jimin I want more.” You whimpered out in a whisper and he looked up at you with hooded eyes nodding. He got on his knees pulling down your shorts. He pulled your panties to the side lifting one of your legs to throw your leg over his shoulder his tongue delving into your pussy. He sucked on your clit letting his fingers continuing to brush deep inside of your pussy. He watched you making wet sloppy noises against you, your hands going down to tangle into his pink hair and pull him closer towards your pussy. He moved his fingers from your soaked cunt. He had been sucking harshly on your wet throbbing bud pulling back to take a quick breath he shoved his tongue deep into your pussy. Your walls wrapped around his tongue and you cried out a bit too loud moving your hand up to cover your lips. Your fingers shoved against your lips because you didn’t want anyone to hear you guys and stop what was going on. You felt yourself about to cum, his tongue pushing deeper inside of you, your hips bucking and riding his face circling your hips as he went roughly. His tongue searched and dug deeper for you. He let his primal hunger take over and feeling your walls clamp down he pulled back smirking as he licked over your pussy once kissing it with his wet lips until he was kissing back up your body and pressing your lips against his own.

Jimin let his tongue press against yours, letting you taste yourself he moaned softly against your lips his hands touching on your body grabbing at your breast letting his fingers flick against your hardened buds and pinch them. The kiss was wet sloppy, heated and much needed. Jimin pulled away to slowly turn you around and face the wall. Moving you back from it he bent you over slapping your ass and pulling down his pants and boxers to his knees. Tapping his dick against your wet slit he groaned sliding into you. He hissed slowly sliding inside of your pussy, your heart was hammering in your chest as you gasped out arching your back. Hands pressed against the wall you looked over your shoulder at him watching as he stares back at you gripping your hips so hard his finger indents would be there. He pulled out after some time of waiting rocking his hips against yours, slowly at first but then it got faster. His thick shaft was brushing against your walls as he fucked you, his balls slapping at your wet pussy as well, the lewd sounds could be heard in the room between the mixes of your heavy breathing and occasional moans from Jimin. Your hips rolled harder, you pushed back against him take him deeper. Rolling your hips your eyes shut briefly and you took deep breaths. Jimin let his hands grip at your shoulders slamming you back harder onto his dick picking up the pace he was slamming into you moving your body forward he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He ended up moving your body back against the wall your breast and stomach flush against the surface as he slapped his hips roughly against yours. Your pussy was tightening around his shaft and you wanted to cum so bad but it seems Jimin wasn’t done.

He pulled out of you turning you around he slipped your panties back to the side and he lifted your leg up, he slipped inside of you and he started to right away to fuck you. His hips winding and grinding pressing against you in such a nice way. Your hands wrapped around his neck pulling him to you, your lips pressed back against each other, your hips fighting to keep up with his and he fucked the fight out of you continuing to increase speed with how hard he moved growling against your lips. He reached one hand down towards your clit rubbing it hard he tried to keep your lips against his. “Cum for me, please.” He rasped, his eyes locking with yours as he begged for it the want lust and need laying there. That was enough for you to be cumming on his shaft roughly pressing your lips against his to kill out your loud cries of pleasure. He groaned continuing to pound into you until you were riding out your high and then he pulled out of your wet pussy from. He gently pushed you on your knees and you opened your mouth as he slid his dick into your mouth. You sucked him off quickly, your hand working with you to make sure that he was satisfied. Your tongue licking across the slit of his dick and with a few nibbles and licks against his veins he was cumming on your tongue and he forced your head down so that you could take more of him. You cleaned him off breathing through your nose loving the stretch off his dick in your mouth. When you were finished, you moved back to pick over your lips. Standing up, Jimin pressed his lips against yours once more and he smiled sheepishly. Your heart fluttered seeing his flushed state and hearing your radio sound off asking for your location. Blushing with Jimin you both dressed each other. He gripped your chin with his hands staring in your eyes there was so many unspoken words but with one last kiss he left you there and you couldn’t help but hope for another session before tonight was up.

Flight Buddy

Summary: 100 banging kinks for Bucky’s 100th birthday! | On a plane. (Bucky x Reader)
Warnings: smut clearly; oral (f receiving), dirty talk
Word count: 1,7k
A/N: Let’s just all ignore that this drabble is way over the word limit. But oh look! It’s Gen! @bucky-plums-barnes (Babe don’t kill me for the word count lol) LEAVE ME FEEDBACK!!!!!! <3

Masterlist

Originally posted by oscarsisaacs

„Attention! Flight 343 from Sydney to New York is now boarding. Please make your way to gate 4.“

You gathered your backpack and started walking towards the gates, flicking your eyes up and down between your phone and the directions to gate 4. This was your first time abroad on your own and you were quite nervous at airports, fearing you’d board the wrong flight.

You followed the directions and some people that seemed to be heading the same way. You checked in successfully and boarded the plane, you were greeted by a lovely flight attendant wishing you a safe flight.

„19A.. 19A..“ you murmured to yourself looking at the numbers above the seats, looking for your own. Of course, you figured, that’s what the A meant. 19A was an aisle seat. You sighed and stuffed your backpack in the compartment above the seats and made yourself as comfortable in the comfortable leather seats that came with such long distant flights.

You were in the middle of texting your friend Genevieve of your safe boarding that you didn’t notice a man standing right next to you, holding a ticket of his own. The man cleared his throat loudly and you snapped your head in the direction of the voice.

„I think that’s my seat.“ He pointed his long slender finger to the seat next to yours.

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Playing for Keeps

Rugby!Natsu commission for @hellojawsie! Thank you so much for being so patient, Katie! You are so kind ^^

pairing: nalu, mentions of gajevy

characters: natsu, lucy, levy, mentions of gajeel

word count: 2,015

type: fluffy fluff


Lucy knew next to nothing about rugby. She knew that people could get easily injured while playing the sport: their arms could get broken or their faces badly beaten. She even knew someone who had their foot in a cast after all the bones in their foot were crushed. If she was honest, she cared little about the sport.

But she cared so much about one person that played it.

Natsu Dragneel had been her one and only crush all throughout high school. She entered into class one day like normal, and during a boring lecture she peered out the window and saw him throwing around a ball with his teammates. His rose colored hair shone in the sunlight and stood out against the rest of the hues of brown and black, catching her attention right away. After he tossed the ball to a teammate, Natsu looked up and saw her staring at him. He waved and smiled, which stole her heart and further took her attention away from class.

From that moment on, Natsu knew that they were destined to be friends. Yelling a quick goodbye to his friends, he bounded up the steps and began to search for her classroom. After a few moments of hunting, he burst into the room and asked who the ‘weird blonde girl who was starin’ at me,’ was. Natsu’s green eyes stared into hers when the entire class turned and gaped at Lucy, and a grin spread across his face as he strode toward her quickly and stood above her with his fists on his hips.

“Weirdo,” he began, leaning over and picking her up out of her chair, “you’re comin’ with me.”

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Dear Theodosia

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1,729

Warnings: pregnancy (no labor described), angst, fighting (Sam and Dean), canon divergence to 8x03 “Heartache”, fluff

Summary: After discovering you’re pregnant, you and Sam leave the hunting life behind. The song used is Dear Theodosia from Hamilton.

“Dean, I’m not kidding this time!”


Sam’s voice is loud over the low rumble of the Impala’s engine. You’re feigning sleep in the backseat, your forehead pressed against the cold window. Sam and Dean have been arguing for the past ten minutes, and the tension is finally coming to a head.

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anonymous asked:

How would the chocobros react to an S/o who gets really carsick and anxiety on long car rides? And they had to take them somewhere for some sort of thing?

Aw that’s a good ask anon!

Noctis:

- You would be sitting there in the back of the regalia, in between Gladio and Noctis.
- After a while you start to not feel so good, your stomach is doing somersaults and you feel trapped in, stuck in the middle. Your heart is racing and you just know that you have to get out.
- Noctis notices you seem worried, and would turn towards you instantly.
- “What is it? What’s wrong?”
- There’s a comforting hand on your back and one on your knee.
- “I feel… I don’t…” You’re struggling to get the words out, but even from that Noctis would understand straight away.
- He can see your hands shaking, see your face going pale. He’s worried for you.
- “Ignis, stop the car.” His voice is flat.
- “Noct?”
- “Stop the car!”
- As soon as Ignis pulls over, Noctis is out of the regalia and he takes your hand to pull you out too.
- “Stay here guys.” He’d tell the others, he didn’t want everyone crowding you.
- Holding your hand and rubbing your shoulder, he’d lead you somewhere quieter.
- If you have to throw up, he wouldn’t even flinch, just hold your hair back.
- He’d sit with you and rub your back in soothing circles until you were okay to talk again.
- You’d thank him with a weak smile when you were feeling better.
- He’d blush and tell you it was nothing.
- When you return to the car, he’d give the others a look which said don’t ask, to which you were grateful for.
- He’d swap sets so he was sat in the middle, giving you more space and so you could get out again in a hurry.
- He wouldn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the journey.

Prompto:

- This adorable sunshine boy would probably panic.
- But boy would he do his best to hide it from you.
- As soon as he notices your face going pale he asks you what’s wrong.
- You’d tell him that you weren’t feeling too good, and of course he’d understand what you meant straight away.
- Unfortunately, this boy has the subtlety of a reversing dump truck.
- “Oh god, Iggy stop the car right now!”
- Iggy throws on the breaks, looking around for the swarms of magitek soldiers he expected to appear anytime soon.
- “Look, they aren’t feeling very well!”
- Iggy has to stop himself from grinding his teeth in annoyance.
- “Did you have to yell?” Gladio spoke the sentiment that was on all your minds.
- Of course, you’d be grateful for stopping so you can sort yourself out, but damn it now everyone’s eyes are on you.
- Prompto has already leapt out of the car and walked around to your side, opening the door for you.
- “C’mon, you need some fresh air.” He’s hurrying you out of the car, which is making your stomach feel worse but damn it he’s just trying his best to help.
- “Um, Prom? Could we slow down?” You’d gasp as he hurried you to behind some trees and out of sight of everyone else.
- “Oh of course! S-sorry!”  He’s so apologetic and concerned and he just wants to help you.
- He would sit on the floor beside you, asking you if you needed anything, going through the items in his pocket to try and help.
- After you felt better, he’d lace his fingers through yours and not let you go, leading you back to the car chatting normally to try and make you feel better.
- When you get back to the car, Prompto leans over to Noctis and asks him something.
- Next minute, the prince is sitting up front and you’re in the back with Prompto, snuggled into his side.
- He’d let you sleep on him if you wanted, anything to make you feel better, and with the calm soft circles he’s drawing on your arm with his thumb it’s pretty hard not to take him up on that offer.

Gladiolus:

- Gladio would also notice straight away when you weren’t your usual, boisterous self around him.
- Looking down at you he’d notice your hands are shaking and you don’t look very well at all.
- He would be unperturbed, though concerned for you of course! But it would take a lot to panic this man.
- “Hey… you alright?” He’d murmur in your ear so the others can’t hear and you’d shake your head in reply.
- He’d know what that meant, and would waste no time in getting you out the car.
- “Hey Iggy, pull over for a sec would ya?” His strong hand is on your back, rubbing gentle and calming circles.
- Ignis would pull over as asked, knowing there had to be a good reason if Gladio was asking.
- “Okay, you guys wait right here and we’ll be back.” And he’s gently lift you out of the car. Of course.
- Gladio has this all under control, and his calm demeanour would help you to also relax.
- Once you were out of sight of the car, he would tell you to let go. Throw up, sit down, whatever you needed just do it, and he’d be there to help you.
- His usually gruff voice would be gentle and soft, just for you.
-“Take as long as you need babe, I’m right here.”
- He’d be laying on those pet names real thick. But he just wants to bring a smile to your face.
- Once you were feeling better, he’d walk you back to the car protectively, and lift you back in again.
- He loves doing that and will do it at any chance he gets. He thinks it’s adorable.
- He would cuddle you into his side for the rest of the journey, doing anything he can to take your mind of it.
- He’d even read you pages of his book quietly if you asked him to.

Ignis:

- When Ignis noticed that you had gone pretty silent in the passenger seat beside him, he’d check the review mirrors to make sure the other three were occupied before slightly leaning over to you and asking if you were okay.
- Which of course, you weren’t.
- “I’m not feeling so good…” You’d whisper, causing the tawny haired man to look over at you quickly.
- By god you’re pale.
- Iggy simply adjusts his glasses and focuses on the road ahead, and says;
- “We’re going to make a quick stop. I heard there were some ingredients around here.”
- Two of the three boys in the back three guesses who groan at the prospect of hunting for these ingredients, but you are relieved to be stopping.
- You are thankful for his subtle diversion tack tick. They don’t call him the strategist for nothing.
- When you get out of the car he is instantly by your side.
- “Okay, us two will look in this direction, you three head over in that direction and we’ll meet you back here in ten minutes.”
- His voice is absolute, leaving no room for any of them to argue.
- “I knew he was passionate about cooking but come on…” Prompto would whisper as you all set off in your directions.
- Finally alone, Iggy would sit you down and pull back your hair out of the way, offering you water if you needed it.
- He is so attentive, looking after you with gentle hands.
- When you finally felt better, he would offer you some car sickness pills. You know he’s the only one who would think to have them on him.
- Hand in hand you head back to the car to see the boys had actually managed to find some ingredients.
- You and Iggy share a look – that was convenient.
- For the rest of the journey he would rest a hand on your knee every so often, checking if you were okay.

The Night Is Young (Brooklyn Nine-Nine AU)

pairing: Lin x reader

warnings: innuendos, mentions of drug trafficking, cursing

summary: Your sarcasm and Lin’s massive ego never worked well together. It also resulted in a bet on who can get more arrests in a month. If he wins, you have to go on a date with him.

DAY ONE, Y’ALL. I literally finished writing this 3 days before the write-a-thon started. The writing is ridiculously shitty because school is kicking my ass. This is very much based on Jake and Amy, who are 90% of the reason I believe in love. The other 10% is Mr. Darcy. Strap in, cause it’s gonna be a wild week.

words: 1,786

“Hey Lin, you wanna know what (Y/N) and I did last night?” Anthony said, smirking at you.

Lin turned to him and gasped exaggeratedly. “Did you get past first base?” He leaned forward towards Anthony, dropping his voice to a loud whisper. “Tell me, Ramos. What’s (Y/N)’s bod like underneath the sweaters and the sarcasm?”

“We tried playing video games with our feet. (Y/N) kept winning, somehow,” Anthony said.

“My hands were tied behind my back and I was still really good,” you added.

“My hands were tied behind my back and I was still really good. We found the name of (Y/L/N)’s sex tape, ladies and gentlemen!” Lin shouted, pulling off his leather jacket and propping his feet up on the table. You debated the pros and cons of flinging a binder at him, and you might’ve actually done so if Captain Jackson hadn’t walked inside the room.

“Where’s your tie, Miranda?” he asked.

“(Y/N) was using it last night,” Lin replied. Captain Jackson stopped walking and turned to you with his eyebrows raised.

“Careful there, Miranda, I just might use your tie to choke you to death,” you answered breezily.

“Kinky.” Lin winked at you then grinned at Captain Jackson.

“Stop it, you two,” he sighed wearily, already used to the two of you biting each other’s head off. “How’s the drug dealer case going? Jones?”

Jasmine shrugged, looking bored. “No leads.”

“Actually sir, I have a lead,” you said quickly, opening your binder. You saw Lin snap his head up to stare at you, but you ignored it with a small smirk on your face. “I found his address.”

“How do you know it’s his?” Lin countered without missing a beat.

“Don’t question my findings. I think I should go after the address alone,” you suggested.

Captain Jackson pondered this for a while, then shook his head. “Too risky. You’re not going alone.”

“Ha!” Lin yelled victoriously. “He doesn’t trust you enough to go after the address. So much for sucking up to him.”

“I can go after the address, just not alone, idiot. Is that not trust enough?”

Captain Jackson exhaled in irritation. “You know what, (Y/N)? Take Miranda with you. You two need to learn to calm down and work out your goddamn differences. I want this case solved by tomorrow.”

You and Lin turned to each other with wide, exasperated eyes and groaned at the same time. “Fucking hell.”


Lin was tapping his fingers incessantly on the steering wheel, humming along to an obnoxious pop song on the radio. You reached forward to turn down the volume, but he swatted your hand.

“So, (Y/N), it’s the last day of February,” he said conversationally. “Looks like I’m going to win the bet.”

“It’s my lead, it’s my arrest. I’m going to get more arrests than you and win this stupid bet, just so you know.”

You and Lin had a bet that had been going on for nearly a month. Whoever got more arrests in the span of a month wins. Today was the last day, and the two of you were currently tied. If he won, you’d have to go on a date with him. Which was why there was no way in hell you were letting him win.

After a moment of silence, Lin turned up the volume of the radio. He yelled along to Call Me Maybe, his ridiculous facial expressions drawing out a laugh from you. He grinned at you, delighted that he made you laugh.

“Sing along, (Y/N)! The night is young, and so are we.”


He parked the car a good distance away from the apartment. Silently, you got out of the car and ran towards the apartment. He followed right behind you.

“Is this his car?” Lin asked, stopping next to a beaten-down truck. You stopped running, pulled a poker out of your bag and lodged it into the lock of the car. You pulled, but it didn’t budge.

“Need help?” Lin asked, taking the poker from you.

“I’m pretty good with my fingers,” you replied, realising your mistake a moment too late.

“Title of your sextape,” Lin whispered. You glared at him, yanked the poker towards you and the truck door opened.

Lin immediately reached for the compartment drawer and pulled it open. It was empty. You climbed into the backseat and checked under the seats: empty. He checked under the front seats: empty. You grabbed your knife and made a hole in the seat.  

Bingo. It was full of plastic bags, filled with a white powder. “Gotcha,” Lin whispered happily. You got out of the car, locked it and walked towards the apartment.

“We just need to make sure if the car is his,” Lin said to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I think he’s inside,” you whispered back, leaning against the wall. Lin cocked his head, listening intently for any signs, before nodding in agreement.

Stumped, the two of you were waiting for a solution to strike when someone yelled from across the street. “Hey, you! What’re you doing near my house?”

You turned to Lin with wide eyes. He pulled you forward and kissed you. Shit. Why was he kissing you? Why were his lips so soft? Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the man stop walking and roll his eyes.

“Young love. Disgusting,” he shuddered, pulling out his car keys. The beaten-down truck beeped. Suddenly, Lin pulled away. You were still reeling from the kiss, startled by the sudden heat in your cheeks, when you saw Lin run towards the man.

He took out his handcuffs. “Adam Simon, you are under arrest for drug trafficking. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law.”

You stared at him, furious. “I win,” he mouthed with a smirk.


“How was the case?” Jasmine asked, taking a bite of her sushi. Lin had submitted the investigation report to the Captain, and now the four of you were lounging around Jasmine’s table eating sushi.

“Nothing! It was all normal,” you said quickly, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

“Why are you acting weird?” Anthony asked.

A beat of silence. “(Y/N) and I kissed,” Lin said.

“No way!” Anthony and Jasmine yelled at the same time, staring at each other. Giggling like 5-year-olds, they got up and left to make fun of you.

It was just the two of you left. “It was for the case, right? No big deal. We’re just detectives who work with each other,” he rambled.

“That’s right, Detective,” you answered awkwardly, trying not to look at him.

“Catch you tomorrow, Detective,” he said, giving you an exaggerated bow and then leaving.


“Morning, (Y/N),” Lin said, holding two cups of coffee in hand. He handed one to you. You raised an eyebrow.

“Did you poison this?” you asked. He laughed, and shrugged wordlessly, taking a sip of his coffee.

“It’s coffee. When have you ever rejected a cup of coffee?” he said, rolling his eyes. You sighed. He did know you very well. You reluctantly took a sip. Man, he was good at making coffee. You continued drinking, chugging it down until the last drop.

There was a writing at the bottom of the cup.

WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME?
XOXO, LIN-MAN

You looked up and caught his eye, and he smirked. “Don’t think I forgot. I won the bet, (Y/N).” He pressed a button on his phone, and Call Me Maybe rang across the room. He dug out a box from his pocket and grinned at you.

“Can I take your silence as a yes?”

You closed your eyes for patience, wanting nothing more than to sink into the ground. “Yes,” you mumbled to get it over with.

“I can’t hear you!” he sang in a bad impersonation of the Pirate from Spongebob.

“Aye aye, Captain,” you said sarcastically, crossing your arms in irritation. Lin’s face exploded into a grin.

“She said yes, everybody!” he whooped loudly, eliciting cheers from everyone. He began dancing along to Call Me Maybe, yelling the lyrics at the top of his lungs and winking at you when it ended.

At lunch, Jasmine came over to your table.

“You’ve looked over to my table at least 10 times in the span of 1 hour. Is there anything you want to ask me?” she said.

“Nope.” You resolutely continued flipping through a file.

“(Y/N),” Jasmine said, grabbing your file and putting it down.

You stared at your table. Without looking, you knew that Jasmine was smirking like she already knew what you were going to say. Screw it.

“What should I wear for my date with Lin?”

She burst into laughter and ruffled your hair affectionately. “I’ll come over.”


You were wearing a blue dress that you hadn’t taken out since you bought. Blue really wasn’t your colour, but Jasmine said that it was Lin’s least favourite colour and you wanted to piss him off. You were strapping on your heels when your front door opened. Lin strolled inside your house like it was his own.

“Why didn’t you knock, you fucking asshole?” you said. The date hadn’t even begun and you were already annoyed.

Lin grinned, tucking his hands into his pockets. He cleaned up quite well, for someone who wore the same leather jacket to work every day. “It’s nice to see you in a tie,” you said with a small smile, leading him out your front door.

“It’s nice to see you in blue,” he answered softly. There was a sincerity in his voice that you had never associated with him. “It’s my favourite colour.”

“Jasmine, you sneaky prick,” you muttered under your breath. He turned to you questioningly, but you waved him off.

Once you got to his car, he opened the door for you. To say that you were surprised was definitely an understatement. “Where are you taking me, gentleman?” you teased.

“Somewhere. You’ll see,” he said breezily, getting inside the car and beginning to drive. He looked so relaxed when driving, it him look like he was going to fall asleep and crash the car any second.

10 minutes passed, and he was driving you down a street you didn’t recognize. “Lin, where are we going?”

He didn’t reply for a while. He turned to look at you and gazed at you, his eyes softening and a small smile appearing on his lips.

“Relax, (Y/N). The night is young, and so are we.”

The Song Is You (Chapter One)

Summary: A summer road trip with your best friend lends its way to some revelations. 

Author’s Note: This has been a long time coming, you guys!! You’ve probably been hearing Esme and I talk about our fic collab for a while now. We’re very excited to finally begin releasing this special piece to the public! All we can say now is that you will finally understand all the Monster Mash and “rick rolling” jokes you’ve heard in the last weeks. 

*** If you wanted to listen to the road trip playlist that is mentioned in this chapter, please click here!! 

Words: 4,481 

Warnings: an extremely cheesy mixtape, lame jokes, Lin showing off (so, nothing?) 

Without any further ado, welcome to the world Esme and I have so lovingly crafted for you! 


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Clony Fanfiction - Do you really like my arms? - Part 1

One summer evening, after homework was completed and the dishes were done, Clay Jensen was rummaging through his closet.
‘What to wear?’ Clay thought to himself.
Searching through the mass of shirts, he seemed unconcerned with the discarded items being strewn about the floor of his room. Focused, but quite frankly agitated, the young man finally decided on a short sleeve, black, button up shirt. He had to leap around the few empty spots of floor to lay it on the bed, but completed his mission. In this success however, another challenge met him. Where were his khakis?
Just as this thought entered his mind, his phone buzzed. When Clay pulled the phone out of his shirt pocket, Tony’s name was displayed across the screen. Instead of answering, he declined the call and texted him to, “Come upstairs.” He still had to find his pants, after all. He hopped around his room like an off balance bunny, nearly slipping, but proceeded to search in his clothes hamper. To and fro, he looked here and there, but no luck.
Clay placed his finger on his chin, when he finally accepted that his search was fruitless. ‘Looks like I’m going in my jeans. Oh well, black goes with everything, right?’ Kicking the scattered remnants of his search into his closet, and shutting the door with some necessary force, he started to grow more excited for the end of the year party that would take place that night. The plan was for Tony to drive them, they’d grab a bite to eat at a local diner, and then go to the party to blow off some steam, alcohol style.
So when Clay heard his mom say, “Hi Tony, come on in! Nice to see you, ” he knew he was past his deadline to be ready. He pulled his t-shirt off, tossed it into his hamper, when there came a light knock on his door.
“Can I come in?” Tony asked, while slowly cracking the door open. “Yeah, come in,” Clay stated as he placed his arms in the sleeves of his carefully selected shirt, and started to button it up clumsily. Tony caught a peek of Clay’s chest in the mirror, and smirked ever so slightly. Playing it cool, he went and sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in his lap. He wore his signature leather jacket, a light gray shirt, and dark blue jeans.
“You know you skipped a button, right?” Tony said nonchalantly, followed by a light chuckle.
“Huh?” Jensen looked down to see his crooked shirt, the two completed buttons one spot off. “Oh, oops. Thanks, Tony.” He began to fix his wardrobe malfunction, and he couldn’t help but blush a little with his friend watching him. His chest was blindingly white, since he hardly ever took his shirt off out in the sun.
Suddenly, Tony stood up, glanced around, and grabbed a pair of scissors perched on the dresser on the other end of the room. Clay eyed him suspiciously, as Tony walked toward him, holding up the scissors.
“Clay, relax, you just have a string on your shirt, ” Tony explained as Clay completed his last button. “Oh, well I thought you might be mad at me for not being ready or something.” Clay smiled and nervously rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little dumb for making a fool of himself twice in the span of a minute or two. He turned his head to examine the mysterious string hanging on the back of his shoulder, but it was just out of sight, much to his annoyance. “Clay, its just a party, it doesn’t matter if we’re late. Now move your head so I can snip the string.” Tony placed the string in between two of his fingers, raised the scissors, and snipped it off.
“Ready to go get something to eat?” Tony questioned, his stomach grumbling. “Sure, but quick question, do I look okay?” He paused for a moment to look Clay up and down. He wanted to say, 'well of course, you always look good,’ but instead went with, “Yeah, looks good. Especially now that you’ve got the buttons right.” He gently laid his hand on Clay’s shoulder, and nudged him toward the door.
“Promise me that you won’t throw up in my car tonight, too. I’ve heard you don’t hold your liquor well,” Tony joked as they rounded the corner, closing in on the stairs. Clay laughed and grabbed onto the rail, determined to try and leave without his mom stopping them. He put his arm up to keep Tony from stepping off the stairs, peered around the corner, and determined it was safe. Just as he opened the front door, his mom appeared.
“Aw, look at you boys. Doesn’t he clean up well, Tony?” Mrs. Jensen smiled brightly as she adjusted her sons collar. Tony politely smiled back and replied, “Yeah, I think so.”
Clay lightly removed his moms hands from his shirt, and pushed Tony out the door. “We have to go mom, I’ll see you later,” he called as they walked toward the distinct red ’66 Mustang. “Okay boys, be careful, and call if you need me! Be safe, no drugs!” Tony laughed a bit and waved bye to Mrs. Jensen as he was getting in the car. After clicking in his seat belt, and double checking that his friend did the same, he turned the key, and put it in drive. “Well, she didn’t say not to drink for once. Conveniently,” Tony commented, looking at the road, but truly thinking about how the nights events might play out. If given the chance, he wanted to tell Clay how he felt, and had for a long time, about him. He pushed that out of his mind when Clay started to speak again.
“Yeah, I love her, but sometimes she’s a bit overbearing.” He paused. “Ya know, this will be the first party I’ve been to since the night Hannah talked about on the tapes.” Tony thought for a moment, thrown off by the sudden change in the atmosphere of the conversation. “It’s alright Clay, just try to focus on having fun tonight. This is actually going to be my first party ever. Outside of family stuff, of course.” Clay glared at the guy driving, thinking back to the two parties he’d gone to, and he realized he’d never seen him at one. Why hadn’t that occurred to him before? Clay started again, “Well why are you going now?” Tony debated how to answer in his head, whether to be truthful, and say it was because he wanted to spend time with Clay, as well as protect him, or make something up. He decided on both. “Well I figured we’re graduated now, and it’ll be our last high school party. Besides, last time you went to a party by yourself, you didn’t have any back up plan when shit hit the fan.” Tony smiled, trying to convey that he would be there for him tonight, no matter what. Clay looked as clueless as ever, though, and just nodded casually. He watched as Tony’s workman hands picked up a tape, and pushed it into the slot on the stereo. He briefly admired the ring that adorned his right hand; a very simple element to Tony’s persona, but pleasing all the same. They listened to a couple 60’s songs, and Clay began to reflect on his friend’s love for his outdated media, wondering when he might have heard his first tape. “How did you get into listening to tapes, Tony,” Clay asked, flitting through the other tapes to see what was on them. “My dad had some when my brothers and I were kids, and we all just kind of developed the same love for them. The sound quality is so much better, ya know.” Clay nodded in agreement, then turned to stare back out the window, when he realized they were already at Rosie’s Diner.
“Here we are.” Tony announced. He removed the key from the ignition, and got out. Clay followed suit, a few steps behind, thanking Tony when he held the door open for him. The two boys sat down at a booth, and chatted about how weird, yet relieving, it was to think high school was over. “It seems like just yesterday we were heading into junior year,” Clay mentioned when the waiter came up to take their order. “Good evening. How ya doin’ Tony? This is your first date in a while,” the waiter innocently stated, assuming a little too much. “Actually Jim… this is my friend Clay.” Tony blushed furiously, though it was hard to see against his complexion. Clay stayed quiet, blushing much more obviously, as he stared out the window to his left. Under the table, he twiddled his thumbs. The waiter cleared his throat and continued, “Sorry gentlemen, something to drink?”
Clay glanced at the waiters notepad, refusing to make eye contact. “Just a Dr. Pepper for me.” A nod, a pencil scratching along the paper, and then Jim directed his attention to Tony. “Same for me.” He quickly went to get their drinks, after apologizing again for the mix up. “Sorry about that Clay, I used to bring Brad here a lot, and I guess he just assumed…” He let his sentence trail off. Clay looked back at him, and gave him the most sincere smile he could manage. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I’m sure we won’t remember this moment after all the drinking anyway.” They both laughed at the thought.
Still, Tony couldn’t help but think, 'I can’t believe he was so cool with that. I mean, I think I was more embarrassed than he was.’ On the other side of the table, however, Clay was thinking, 'I guess if I were gay, Tony would be a good choice, but I’m not. He’s great and all, but we’re friends.’
Jim came to set down their drinks, and took their orders. “Two burgers, and a french fry basket, got it. Coming right up.” A minute or two passed by with Tony texting his mom, reminding her that he’d be out late, and Clay looking through the dessert menu, amazed at the size of the banana split they served. Tony watched as Clay’s fingers delicately flipped through the pages. He desperately wanted to reach out and hold his hand, but that wasn’t an option, especially after the waiters comment. He giggled a little when he saw Clay’s face light up when he came across the picture of the banana split. Naturally, he was in his own little world, and hadn’t the slightest clue that Tony was watching him.
“So Clay,” Tony began, as Clay set down his menu, “Are you going to work at the Cresmont again this summer?”
“Actually, I hadn’t even thought about it. I suppose I should, so yeah,” the taller boy concluded, and looked into Tony’s eyes for the first time in a while. He saw a true interest there that amazed him, like his friend wasn’t just making conversation. He had gotten used to people asking about his life in a not-so-meaningful way once everything with Hannah’s case calmed down. Sometimes things Tony said just fascinated Clay, because, like just now, Tony would think of things way before he even did himself. It was like he could read his thoughts. “Are you gonna work with your dad like usual,” Clay asked.
“Yeah, that’d be the plan. I love working with cars.” Tony smiled at Clay, and Clay couldn’t help but think about his hands again, and that ring. “What’s the story behind your ring, Tony?” Clay’s eyes locked on it, as he pointed it out. “My ring? What made you think about such a small thing like that?” Clay scrambled to find an answer, because 'oh I was staring at your hands in the car,’ was not an acceptable response. “Well… you know, I just noticed you wear it a lot and thought it might be meaningful to you, or something,” Clay stuttered out in a choppy tone of voice.
“Oh, well, my mom got it for me when I was younger. We don’t exactly have a lot of money, but she decided that I deserved something special for my birthday. She told me, ‘Mientras traigas esto contigo, estaras seguro,’ which means, 'As long as you keep this with you, you’ll be safe.’ So once it fit me, I always wore it, and I hardly ever it take it off.” He paused for a moment, brushing his thumb over the smooth face of the object. “Its real silver.” Tony wiggled it off his finger, showing a very obvious tan line from it being worn constantly. He slid it over to Clay, who turned it around in his hand, admiring the shining metal and the story behind it. “That’s really cool that your mom did that for you,” Clay said, still examining the ring, fixated. “Clay, you okay?” Tony was getting a little nervous, because his friends eyes were glazing over, like he was a million miles away. While Clay had this look on his face often, this time it seemed different, like he had something on his mind. “Yeah, I’m alright… Here you go.” Clay put the ring in the center of his hand, closing his fingers around it. Once it was held over Tony’s open hand, he dropped it, like dropping a penny into a wishing well.
Once Tony put his ring back on, their food had arrived. “Here you go, gentlemen. Can I get anything else for you,” Jim questioned. Clay looked up at Tony, and with a little shake of his head, Clay responded, “No, I think we’re okay, thank you.” The boys both appeared to be hungry, because they finished off their burgers in about five minutes, taking sips of soda every so often. Tony motioned to Clay’s chin, where some stray ketchup was smeared. Napkin in hand, Clay reached up and wiped it off. They both laughed a little, muted by their mouths being full of food. “You’re so messy,” Tony said, after swallowing a mouthful. Clay moved his empty plate aside, looked back at Tony, and simply stated, “Actually, I prefer the term clumsy.” They both laughed again, grabbed their fries for the road, and headed for the car. This time, Clay held the door open for Tony, giving him a nice smile in return. “Clay, I’m actually going to drive to my place, and we can walk. Its only two blocks away, and if we’re both drunk, driving isn’t a good idea.” Clay okayed the idea, and off they went to the Padilla house, munching on some fries here and there. They both sat and listened to the tape that was playing, saving anymore chatting for their walk.
Unknown to Tony, Clay was okay with the lack of conversation. Lately, he had felt weird whenever being around his friend. He wanted to make sure he dressed nice and smelled good; he just wanted to impress him, for some reason. So this car ride was spent with Clay sorting through his thoughts, occasionally sneaking a peek at Tony’s perfect hair, or arms, clad in leather.
'Why am I thinking about him like that?’ Clay became wrapped in his inner conversation. 'I like girls, and all the sudden I’m thinking about Tony as if he-’ He was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. “Clay, we’re here. You seem pretty distracted today, everything alright?” The boy blushed, just slightly, at the tender touch on his left shoulder, something that had happened many times before and never caused a stir. “Um… Yeah, let’s go.” Clay stood, narrowly missing hitting his head on the car, but he surprisingly managed to play it off. With a quick lock of the doors, they were on their way to the party.
Trying to change the subject, knowing Clay wasn’t ready to talk, Tony brought up something he had meant to ask much earlier in the day. “How are you doing, Clay? Ya know, with the whole Hannah thing.” Clay turned his head slightly, to see the expression on Tony’s face, whose eyes were swimming with concern and loyalty. “I’m doing pretty good, I try not to think about it much. Even though its hard sometimes, I keep myself occupied, and just… carry on.” The Latino boy nodded, responding with, “That’s good Clay, I’m glad to hear it. For a while there, I was worried about you. Truthfully, all a person can do after something like that is carry on.” He paused to think for a moment, carefully constructing his words. “You really were in love with her, weren’t you?” Tony knew the answer to this question would sting, but at least he expected it. “Yeah, I did. She was so beautiful.” Just then, the two boys started hearing loud music. Some sophomores drove by them, hollering out the windows to some rap song. “I think we’re getting close,” Clay announced. His friend just laughed at the obviousness of it, and kept walking. Tony made sure he always walked on the street side of the sidewalk, that way if some drunk driver came by, maybe he could take the hit instead of Clay. It was the little things like that, he thought, that made their friendship so great. Possibly, one day, even more than a friendship. That’s what Tony told himself, anyway.
They walked the rest of the way, telling each other how their weeks had gone, and the closer they got, the more cars they saw parking for the party. Lots of couples, lots of friends, and lots of every type of person imaginable heading to the party. It was like the alcohol was a magnet for all walks of life.
When they finally got to the house itself, Tony had to stop for a minute to take it all in. The people swarming around the place, the lights and music, the numerous scattered cups, and the sheer amount of stupidity. 'Why am I here again,’ Tony thought. 'How can anyone have fun with all these drunk, unaware people bumping into them and music so loud you can’t hear your own voice?’
“Tony? Aren’t you coming,” Clay asked. “We came this far, just give it a try. If it’s really not your thing, we can leave, but you have to give it a chance!” His volume was forced to get louder and louder as they approached the door. “Okay, I’m definitely gonna need a beer, though,” Tony shouted back. The two walked through the front door, immediately having to work their way through a mass of humans. It was a sensory overload, and probably would be even for the most resilient of people. Tony stayed close to Clay, never letting him get too far away. He was out of his element. He was used to being the one protecting Clay, whether Clay saw it that way or not, and it was an odd feeling for Tony to want Clay to be his protector. As they went through the back door, and into the backyard, almost reaching the alcohol, Tony could breathe again. It was a little less crowded out there, and easier to move.
Clay, however, seemed to be pretty relaxed, despite the large crowds and small spaces. Tony admired that. You could put Clay one on one with anyone, and he would be very awkward, but put him in a crowd, and he knew how to blend right in. It was like he changed into a different person at this party.
The two of them finally reached the keg. After waiting for a couple people to clear out of the way, Clay turned to Tony, only about a foot apart from him. “Just a beer for you,” Clay half-shouted into his friend’s ear. Tony looked up at him, craning his neck a bit, and nodded. Clay went up, poured Tony a beer, and passed it to him. Then, he did another for himself. They walked out toward the back of the yard, trying to find a spot where talking for more than a minute was possible. They found a couple empty chairs side by side, and sat down, Tony to the taller boy’s right. Clay observed the dumbfounded look on Tony’s face. “So, what do you think of all this,” Clay inquired, waiting for Tony to shoot it down. Tony held up a single finger, as if to say ‘hang on a second,’ and lifted the edge of the red cup to his lips. Clay watched as his friend chugged three-fourths of the beer down in about thirty seconds, straight through. When Tony stopped, he blinked a couple times, and with a straight face replied, “Holy shit.” Clay laughed, chugging down some of his beer. “I know, but the more you drink, the less intense it gets.”
After this, Tony insisted they both get a few cups of beer flowing through their system before continuing their conversation. Clay thought that was weird, because he never took Tony for a drinker, and, truthfully, he wasn’t. However, if he was going to tell Clay how he felt that night, he knew he needed liquid courage. Clay really didn’t mind downing a few himself, maybe the weird thoughts surrounding Tony would die down.
About 4 cups of beer later, minus a little spillage, they clumsily walked back to their slightly quieter corner with chairs. Some other people had egged them on, so they downed their drinks very quickly, a lot of people buzzing about how Tony Padilla was at the party. “Sho how do you feel now…? Less shitty or more shitty?” Clay was slurring his words, and buzzed. With a big grin, Tony was speaking just fine, but feeling a lot more confident. “I feel like a fucking winner,” he laughed, and Clay joined in, clearly feeling good in his fit of giggles. Drinking was how Tony got through the majority of his tattoos, so he knew the right amount of beer to get him feeling invincible, and right now was the right amount. Confession time. “Clay, can I tell you something?” Tony nonchalantly slipped his hand onto the back of the rim of Clay’s chair, while he fumbled with his words. “Yeah… Sure, man. What’s up?” Clay leaned his whole upper body onto his elbows, which were perched on his knees. He looked back toward his friend, with pure innocence and curiosity painted on his face. This made Tony’s heart flutter. “You remember when I told you I’m gay, right?” Clay suddenly sat up, and pointed a finger at the other. “Yeah…! Tony, I have a question fur you about that.” Taken aback, he said, “Okay, what is it,” wondering what on earth this boy could throw at him. “Is there a word for like, shomeone who likes boys and girls?” The breath that was in his chest only a moment ago was suddenly gone. His eyes widened, and his stomach flipped. 'Was this what he was so intently thinking about earlier…’ Tony wondered. “Ye-yeah, it’s called bisexual, Clay. Why…?”
Clay leaned onto the arm of Tony’s chair, grabbing his right hand, staring at his ring while he talked. “It all started in PE. I was looking at you a cou-couple days ago, and I thought to myself, 'huh, Tony has nice arms,’ and then I thought 'woah, wut,’ so I avoided you… until you asked me if I wanted to go to the party. Then I got all weird about that and dressed up to impress you, and you have really nice hair 'n stuff, and basically I think I might like dudes. Like a dude with a red mustang, leather jacket, and tattoos. Does that make me bishexual?” Clay had slumped over onto Tony’s shoulder now, still grasping his right wrist ever so gently. Tony was absolutely speechless, speechless over the fact that Clay was practically laying on him, speechless over Clay’s confession that he thinks he’s bisexual, and speechless because this means he might be able to actually be with the only guy he truly wants. “Tony,” Clay slurred, turning his head to look at the astonished boy. Tony glanced into his eyes, and slid his left arm around his back, caressing his crushes’ shoulder. He turned his head back to the party, straight in front of him, and nearly whispered, “Yeah, Clay. I think that does make you bisexual.” For a while, Tony just rubbed Clay’s back, they relaxed, and just let what was said sink in. “Do you really like my arms,” the Latino boy joked, but he was met with total seriousness. “Yeah… I do.” Clay snuggled into Tony a little more, getting more and more comfortable with the idea of being so close to him. “You know, I’ve liked you for a long time, Jensen, but I never thought you’d… I never thought you would think of me as anything but a friend.” Clay began to stand up, slowly, but very determined. He held out his hand for Tony to stand, too. “Come on, let’s go somewhere else.” Tony grabbed his hand, stood, and was led through the crowd of people, back through the front door, and out to the sidewalk. “Clay, where are we going,” Tony said with a giddy smile spread across his face. “To your car. We gotta go somewhere.”

To be continued…

Just to show we can

Ok this flu is probably messing with my head. It was supposed to be fun and I wrote a bag full of angst. But it slipped through my fingers and I couldn’t ignore it. Promise I’ll write a smut to compensate. I’m sorry for mistakes and other crazyness, I kinda feel out of myself today.



“Why did you stop?“You cried when Ivar’s delicious cock left you. You tried to grab his ass and pull him back into you but he moved away and sat on the bed, searching for his clothes.

"I heard something."He said in a suspicious tone, putting his pants on.

"It’s probably just the neighbour’s dog."You whimpered when he hid his toned chest with his shirt."Come back to bed."You tried to tugg his pants but he just waved you away and left the bedroom.

You threw your body back on the mattress, adjusting your dress with a frustrated sigh. It was a bad neighbourhood, for sure. Blocks of old houses, most of them occupied by drug addicted and broke people. You and Ivar didn’t fit into this group. Strange as it seemed, you two used the place as a refuge from the perfect lives you had to stage, from the rivalry between both your families and, of course, a hideout to all the things you used to steal.

You used your elbows to support your upper body when Ivar’s shadow casted in the wall. His figure appeared on the door but, before you could say anything, he covered his own mouth with his index finger, signaling for you to stay quiet.

He rushed quietly inside the room and grabbed you by the hand, forcing you stand up. You started to walk out of the room, making a quick stop for him to pick the backpack that was resting on a chair in the corner. As he dragged you through the corridor, you could hear the noises comming from the living room, it seemed like someone was trying to break the door.

Reaching the end of the hallway, Ivar silently opened the back door and pulled you out with him before closing it again. Then both of you started to run, jumping over the backyard’s fence. You reached the aisles surrounded by wooden planks that separetated the houses, forming a sort of labyrinth, and raced through them, Ivar’s hand holding tighly on yours as you both moved as fast as you could.

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Brett  x Talbot!Reader


~ Part 1

Word count: 1 549

A/N: Second part of an lovely idea from @lazyneonmonster.

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You were head deep in one of the drawers, shuffling among the twin’s clothes for their pair of waterproof coated trousers. As usual you were late with packing for play dates. 


Brett leaned against the door frame and pushed the door open completely, but it didn’t earn your attention. “Shouldn’t Malia be here any minute now?” he asked sweetly and you snap up to turn your head to the clock that hang above the dresser, winced when you saw the time. 

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Roller Coaster

“What should we go on next?” Jack asks, spinning around to face Joe, the camera trained on the older man’s face.

“Why are you still filming this?” Joe laughs, holding a hand up in front of his face, “I thought we were meant to have fun!”

“I’m documenting our date, babe! That is fun.”

“You won’t be saying that with the amount of editing you’ll have to do later,” Joe smirks, “Or is this your way of revealing us to the world?”

“Ah, you’ll never know,” Jack winks, turning back around, panning the camera across the fair he and Joe have come to. “What to do next…”

The older man keeps his casual pace behind his boyfriend, smiling at the childish glee on Jack’s face, enjoying the excitement rolling off of him more than the actual fair. So far, the rides had been pretty easy, and Joe was able to remain mostly calm.

But now there was one ride looming closer, one that he knew Jack would want to go on.


“Let’s do the roller coaster!” Jack decides, grinning over his shoulder at Joe, turning back to his camera a moment later, which meant he missed the fear that flashed across his boyfriends face.

Joe had seen the roller coaster from the moment they stepped foot onto the fair grounds, and had been holding on to the small sliver of hope that Jack would not want to go on it. But naturally, since his boyfriend enjoyed the thrill, Joe had already accepted that he’d be forced onto the ride.

He knew he should just tell Jack that he was terrified of roller coasters, and that he had absolutely zero desire to even step near the ride, but Jack was so excited to go on it, and Joe just couldn’t take that away from him.

So instead, he plastered a smile on his face, and responded with a cheery: “Sure!”

Each step towards the roller coaster increased his panic level, so by the time the two were at the front of the line, Joe felt disconnected from his body and mind.

Jack was talking to him, tucking the camera away for the ride, but the words were fuzzy and it was taking all of Joe’s focus to even just breathe.


“Ready?” Jack asks once their settled into their seats, a large smile on his lips.

“Y-yeah,” Joe chokes out, the grip on the handles so tight his knuckles are white. His eyes are locked onto the seat in front of him, on a scratch in the paint, something to look at instead of the world that’s soon to be flying past.

“Hey,” There’s a warm hand on his, and he drags his eyes away from the scratch to meet the concerned blue of Jack’s, “You alright?”

“Dandy.”

“Joe.”

“I may,” His breath hitches as the worker tugs on his seat, checking that it’s secure, “I may have a slight fear of roller coasters.”

“How slight?” Jack asks, his lips tugged down in a frown.

“I’ll be fine, really.”

“You look like you’re about to pass out. We don’t have to do this, we can get off…” But even as the words leave Jack’s mouth, the ride begins to creep forward, and Joe’s eyes find that scratch in the paint in front of him, panic clawing at his throat.

“I’m right here,” Jack tells him, his hand still on Joe’s. “Everything is going to be okay.”

“You’re never picking a ride again.” Is all Joe can mumble before the ride surges forward.


“Open your eyes, babe,” Jack laughs as the ride clicks to a stop.

Joe isn’t entirely sure when his eyes had closed, but now he slowly opens them, relieved to see they are indeed back at the start, and everyone’s seats are lifting, the people piling off. Jack takes Joe’s stiff hand in his, wrapping an arm around him once they’re both off the ride, letting the older man lean on him.

“You okay?” Jack asks softly, slightly worried by how pale Joe still is.

“Just need to sit down.”

“There’s a bench right here,” Jack says, leading him over to the bench, both falling into it heavily.

Bending over in his seat, Joe presses the palms of his hands against his eyes, breathing deeply. He can feel Jack running his fingers up and down his spine slowly, and the touch helps to ground him, the panic slowly subsiding.

“I cannot believe you had me go on a roller coaster…” Joe mutters a minute later as he sits back up.

“I didn’t know!” Jack protests, “If someone had just told me.”

“I know, I know,” Joe sighs, letting his body fall against Jack’s, “But you looked so bloody excited to go on it.”

“Yeah, but that didn’t mean you had to give yourself a panic attack over it.”

“Too late.”

“Clearly,” Jack snorts. “I think you screamed more than the five year old sat at the front.”

“Piss off.”

“I’m also surprised I was able to pry your hands off, you were gripping the handles so tightly.”

“Jack,” Joe whines slightly, turning his face into his boyfriends shoulder, “Stop being mean!”

“I’m sorry, babe,” Jack laughs softly, his fingers lacing together with the other mans, “But it was kind of funny…”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Joe sighs again, sitting up, “Can we go play some stupid little games now?”

“Sure. I still need to vlog some more anyways.” Jack agrees, pulling Joe up with him.

“I don’t get why you insisted on vlogging our date…editing is going to be a bitch for you.”

“Worth it.” Jack smiles, kissing Joe’s cheek quickly.


And it’s while Joe is playing one of the many different games they have at the fair that Jack ends up capturing one moment that definitely cannot make it into the vlog.

He’s got his camera in his hand, filming the older man, but he’s so caught up in the pure excitement and joy on Joe’s face, his blue eyes sparkling as he laughs, that Jack forgets he’s recording.

Because when Joe turns his head to look over at Jack, a breathtaking smile sent over to him, the younger man lets the words slip out: “Gods, you’re beautiful.”

Joe’s cheeks turn an adorable shade of red as he ducks his head a little, taking the small prize from the worker before stepping closer to Jack, his smile turning softer, more intimate.

“Thank you,” He mumbles shyly, leaning in to kiss Jack quickly, “But you’ll have to cut that out of the vlog. I don’t think you’ll be able to play it off as the view this time.”

“I’ll make sure to save it though,” Jack smiles back, his arm snaking around Joe’s waist, “Because you really did look beautiful in that moment.”

“You’re so cheesy.”

“Not cheesy, just in love.”