gas, brake, gas.
I'VE HAD MY DRIVER'S LICENSE FOR ONE YEAR! AND NOT A SCRATCH ON THE CAR! WHOOOOO!
To celebrate, except not, I stole this meme from deluweil:
The first ten people to comment can give me a prompt for a drabble, if they like :D Yay, drabbles.
To celebrate, except not, I stole this meme from deluweil:
The first ten people to comment can give me a prompt for a drabble, if they like :D Yay, drabbles.
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OK then ... orange.
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~orange~
Under the harsh spray of the shower head he falls forward against the tile, head against his arms and legs shaking. There’s nothing left to give, can’t move or turn or wash, so he just waits; watching the day slip off him and down the drain. The mud, the blood [someone’s blood, not his, not today anyway] a swirl of orange pooling at his feet.
When the door creaks open he doesn’t bother looking, knows, feels the hand on his back and breathes. “You clean, yet?”
“Not for a long time.”
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YOU KNOW YOU WANT YOU.
yay lets celebrate your license by writing about drugs. WHOOO.
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i love how you isn't really like to, letter wise, but it rhymes.
GOODNESS ME, MY BRAIN IS TRICKY SOMETIMES.
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~smoking weed~
You find him getting cosy with Kane’s lawn. He’s sprawled out, fidgeting, shirt hitching up and skin peeking out. Teasing. He’s smiling at nothing, then he’s smiling at you; joint perched between two fingers, offering. “Was waiting for you,” he says, white noise, rippling across your skin. “Stay with me.”
You fall, and fall down next to him and you wonder [smoke to your lips and drawing it in]; you wonder if this time, he’ll mean it.
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yay drabbles!!
j2 Jared gets a new car (car theme-ish :D)
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~new car~
Jared’s guarding the car - no. Jared’s playing goddamn goalie for the car; arms wide and a foot kicked out, aimed half heartedly at Jensen. He’s laughing but he’s serious. “One more time, Jensen,” he says in his I-could-have-been-a-teacher voice.
“We’ve been over it a million times already.”
“Oh, so you’re walking?”
“Jesus. Fine.” Jensen folds his arms and lifts his shoulders. Tries to keep whatever pride he has left. “I may not eat or drink or fart or sweat or come in The Padalecki Mobile.”
“And?”
“I may not bring any foreign mineral, animal or object into The Padalecki Mobile without express permission from Mr. Padalecki himself.”
“If any of these rules are broken …?”
“I’ll be bent over the nearest surface - not including The Padalecki Mobile - and spanked like a little bitch.”
Jared drops his leg, nods, and smiles satisfied. “Thank you.” He steps aside and opens the door, sweeping his arm out like he’s the gentleman in this relationship. Liar. “You may proceed.”
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I LOVE IT! the Padalecki Mobile. Oh Jared, only you *shakes head*
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Um, J2 if you please. And cold feet. Take that literally or figuratively if you like. ;D
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~cold feet~
Jared’s bristling. Every inch of skin, head to toe and back, ripples with it. With happiness and fear and disbelief and hope. He can’t knot his tie and isn’t that the single most pathetic cliché ever? He huffs, and Jensen steps in, to save the day again.
“It’s gonna be fine. Relax.”
“Why’d she choose me?”
“You’re her favourite,” Jensen says, and his amused smirk stretches out in to a grin. It’s not true, and they both know it.
Jared takes Jensen’s hands, the left, mouth soft over the ring. He remembers what it was like for them, what it will be like for her, and knows he can make peace with it. He pulls Jensen in for a hug; gripping and holding, his anchor. Steadfast, even now, after all these years.
“Our baby,” Jared whispers, and with his eyes closed he can see her, their daughter, her big, white dress and a smile to outdo it. He’s giving her away, but he’s not letting her go.
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A small slice of heaven is what this drabble is. I wish there were more. ♥
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