Tessa and Scott fanfic - Border crossing/Elope story

Scott slowed the velocity of the car as they were reaching the small line of cars that was ahead of them. He then turned to Tessa and smiled. “Nervous?” He asked, raising his eyebrows, as she looked up to him.

“Kind of. We’ll get used to it soon I guess.” She hesitated a bit towards the end of the sentence and he took one of his hands to her knee and squeezed it slightly, trying to be encouraging and making sure she felt comfortable. “It’ll be fine, okay? We’re together.”

Tessa grinned and covered his hand with hers as they moved forwards in the line, getting closer to crossing the border. It was going to be easy, they had already crossed it with their parents before and it shouldn’t be so different. Besides she had the permission note to show anyone who might ask questions.

She let go of his hand and pulled her hair away from her face and stared at Scott because, knowing he was there, made her feel much more comfortable, protected. He reminded her of home and that was all she needed right then.

When they finally were stopped and the policeman approached their car, Tessa took a deep breathe and let Scott speak for both of them.

“Where are you going, sir?”
“Canton, Michigan.”
“What for, if I may ask?”
“Training, we compete in ice dancing.”

Scott sounded so confident, yet the police officer didn’t seem to be convinced.

“How old are you two?”
“She’s 16 and I’m 18.”
The man gave them a look before opening his mouth again. “You sure you aren’t going to Las Vegas to get married there? Because if you are, the recommendation is that you turn around and go back because if you don’t and try to go to Vegas and elope, you’ll end up having to face some real bad consequences and you don’t want that.”

Tessa looked away and took a hand to her face as she inhaled deeply again. Why did everyone have to think they were dating! They did, yes, but that was like 10 years ago and they were best friends now, but that was it.
She felt Scott’s eyes on her and she wondered if they were ever going to be more than friends. She knew all her friends talked about how hot he was and what they’d do if they were in her place. She knew it, in fact she did consider him hot, and it felt nice to hug him and be close to him, but did they really look like a couple?

Scott couldn’t stop looking at her, so beautiful and looking all nervous. Why did everyone think they were dating? He didn’t know, they were just friends who happened to share an incredibly special bond but, surely, they weren’t romantically involved. She was a gorgeous girl, yes, and he did acknowledge how pretty she was but that was it. When his friends talked about Tessa, he just ignored them because that was it, right?

Of course, Tessa reacted first and handed Scott her parent’s note and he quickly gave it to the police officer who read it through and then glared at them for a few more minutes before giving Tessa the note back. “You can proceed.” He mentioned as he stepped back.

Scott started the car and as they drove away from the border, he decided to speak. “Next time we should say we’re already married and see the officer stare at us really confused.”
Tessa laughed instantly and squeezed the hand he had held out for her. She did feel at home when it was them against the world.

iforgotmyjacket asked:

perf, thank you! Here's another one :) Klaine, AU where they are penpals

Blaine looks down at the envelope in his hands, excitement bubbling in his gut at the sight of Kurt’s familiar handwriting. It’s been such a long time since he last got a letter from Kurt, but the wait between each letter makes it all the more exciting.

He’s so eager to read what Kurt has written that his fingers fumble with the envelope, losing grip of it a few times before he finally gets it open, but once it is open, he pulls the letter out and unfolds it with no finesse, biting his lip to stop himself from grinning.

Kurt’s letter contains stories of his childhood, of the mother that’s no longer around and the father that works so hard to raise a good kid, stories of singing and friendship, and of the glee club that sticks by him through everything.

It’s signed with Love, Kurt, and when Blaine finishes the letter, he reads it again, and again, over and over until the words start to blur together. He loves having a penpal more than anything else in the world.

iforgotmyjacket asked:

Kurtbastian, Pride Week :)

Sebastian slung his arm over Kurt’s shoulders, pulling him close and pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. Their chests are bare, painted in rainbows and phrases like taken by him and sucks his cock daily, with arrows pointing towards each other. 

“I still can’t believe you made me come to the queer parade,” Sebastian grumbles, even as he forces a grin and waves at people he recognised.

Kurt just smirks, glancing over at him knowingly and draping an arm around his waist. “Please, you love it.”

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   Pensando em um jeito de deixar todo mundo atualizado sobre quando sai cap novo e essas coisas, resolvi criar um grupo para os leitores dessa FIC, lá você pode interagir com os outros leitores, receber informações tirar dúvidas, sugerir alguma cena ou algum personagem, e entre outras coisas que estou planejando fazer no grupo, é importante que todas as pessoas que estejam lendo essa fic participe do grupo, mesmo que não fale nada, só para eu ter uma ideia de quantas pessoas estão lendo e se estão gostando.
   Você só precisa solicitar para entrar no grupo, não tenham vergonha e nem medo de expressar suas opiniões lá, afinal o grupo é para isso. 
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Anne Kalline :)

The Scientist (part 9, end)

Characters: Tucker, Palomo, mentions of Wash
Pairing: Tucklomo, heavily implied Tuckington
Warnings: Guh. It’s sad and there are mentions of sex

(part 8) (read on Ao3) I don’t even really know what to say here. It’s quite short, but what do you expect from a wrap-up chapter. This is the final chapter but I’m considering a sequel. Let me know in the tags or on the comments on Ao3 if you’d be into that.

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anonymous asked:

matthew morrison/darren criss in a sex factory

If you asked Darren how he ended up standing in a factory next to Matthew Morrison with scary-looking dildos of various sizes and colours passing him on a conveyor belt, he honestly wouldn’t be able to tell you.

This entire day has been a blur for him, and he’s pretty sure his brain stopped functioning properly as soon as he stepped inside the building and realised where he was.

And if you asked Darren why his knees buckled when Matt leaned over and asked him whether or not he thought the toy in his hands would fit inside him, well, he’d dig his own grave before he admitted that.

anonymous asked:

blam as band mates on a world tour

The floor is pounding with each hit of the bass, the crowd’s screams are overpowering the plugs in his ears, and Blaine is officially on top of the world. His throat is sore from singing and his body hums with the dull ache of exertion, but it just makes him feel all the more alive, and makes this tour feel all the more real.

Sam’s still got his guitar slung over his back and his hair is a mess, cheeks red and sweat clinging to his skin as the band makes their way off stage. Another concert, over, as soon as it begun, and they’re all ecstatic, laughing and shouting and hollering.

Blaine turns back for a moment, remembering the water bottle he left on stage, only to walk right into Sam, who grins down at him and leans down to kiss him. His lips are warm and wet, and Blaine pushes up into the kiss without hesitation, and they both pull back a moment later with breathless laughs. 

“We did good today, man,” Sam says, grinning from ear to ear, and Blaine matches that grin with one of his own as Sam slings an arm over his shoulder, thinking, yeah, we did good. 

kayllyn asked:

Rosevans/TeacherxStudent - Teacher!Sam who has the (inappropriate) hots for student!Marley and vice versa

Sam looks up from the papers in front of him just as he takes a sip of his coffee, almost choking when he sees Marley leaning forward against one of the desks, bending over to talk to one of her friends. He clears his throat and quickly looks away, but his gaze flicks back a moment later, ideas and fantasies flying through his head and making it hard for him to breathe. No matter how much he tries to push those thoughts away, they always come back, whenever he sees her in class, or in the halls, or when he thinks of her at night when he’s trying to sleep.

“Marley, take a seat, please,” Sam says tightly, trying not to think about the way her breasts bounce in her shirt as she jumps up and turns around, startled. She blushes scarlet and gives her teacher a wide-eyed look, nodding her head quickly and shakily.

“Y-yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” she squeaks, sitting down hastily at her desk. When the other students laugh at her eagerness to please Mr Evans, she acts as though she can’t hear them, staring down at her desk pointedly. A minute before the class really begins, Sam glances up, only to find Marley doing the same. 

They both blush and bite their bottom lips, looking away quickly, and Sam clears his throat once again before he stands up to start the lesson. It was going to be a long year.

kayllyn asked:

Blam/Doctor Who - Blaine as The Doctor and Sam as his companion

Blaine rushes around the console of the TARDIS, pulling levers left and right, pushing buttons and tapping keys, while Sam sits on the stairs, resting his elbows on his knees and watching with a fond smile.

“Where we off to, Doctor?”

Blaine grins brightly as he pulls one final lever before the TARDIS kicks into motion, the familiar swooshing noise surrounding them. With a cock of his head, Blaine fixes his bowtie and replies, “You’ll see, Sam. You’ll see.”