Car Ride - Blog Posts
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"Are we ready to go?" Shin shouts as the kids gather up into the car.
It was summer vacation so they were visiting Universal Studios. Sara sat in the passenger seat, Joe in the back with Kanna, and Gin in the middle. Kugie was staying back at home, she couldn't miss her threapy appointment. Since she was staying home, she could take care of the pets.
"Do we have everything?" He asked Sara.
She nodded.
"Let's hit the road-"
"I need to pee!" Gin shouts and hops out of the car.
He comes back after a few minutes.
"Now let's go-"
"I need to go to!" Kanna says and quickly gets out.
"I swear to-"
"Brb!" Joe shouted as he rushed out of the car.
He came back after five minutes.
"Let me guess, you need to go to, Miss Sara?"
"Yes actually!" She said as she hopped out.
She came back and buckled up.
"Shit I need to go now-" Shin runs to the bathroom, and ran back to the car when he was finished.
"LET'S FUCKING DO THIS!!" He yelled and stepped on it.
Halfway through the trip, the kids began to scream for McDonald's.
Well a child and teen.
"McDonald's! McDonald's!" Gin and Joe were yelling.
"Alright, alright!" Shin gave up and turned into the drive through.
"I want a happy meal, with nuggets, apple slices, and chocolate milk!" Gin told him.
"I want a big mac and sprite!" Joe shouted.
"Fries and a cheese burger, please, and thank you." Sara sighed.
Shin already knew Kannas order because he took her here when he couldn't afford to make dinner at home.
"How may I take your order?" The speaker asked.
"One black coffee."
"Will that be all?"
"Yes."
Everybody was in shock from the cruelty of Shin Tsukimi.
He pulled up to the window, paid, took a sip of it and left.
"Night; night." Joe grinned, and knocked Shin out with Gins cat pillow.
Sara took control of the wheel, "What the hell-"
They drove back to the McDonald's and ordered their food with Keiji's credit card; which Joe "borrowed" and when Shin finally woke up, Sara was driving and happily eating her big Mac.
What if hedgies are just like dogs in cars 🚗
The wind in her hair (ears)
Glad Summer is here again, road trips
Enjoying a drive around. Surprise how little guys look over to see who they are passing or vise versa. Plenty of smiles on faces over the years.
Enjoying a drive around. Surprise how little guys look over to see who they are passing or vise versa. Plenty of smiles on faces over the years.
Enjoying a drive around. Surprise how little guys look over to see who they are passing or vise versa. Plenty of smiles on faces over the years.
Enjoying a drive around. Surprise how little guys look over to see who they are passing or vise versa. Plenty of smiles on faces over the years.
“I think I love you.”
Ship: Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan
Summary: They’ve been dancing around each other for a while now, doing whatever it is that they are doing. Who knew all it would take for them to admit feelings deeper than completely platonic friendship would be a sleep deprived Spencer Reid (who has less of a verbal filter than he wishes he did)
A/N: this is also posted on my AO3 under the same account name (Sarcasm_with_a_side_of_fries)
Spencer Reid didn’t exactly have the greatest track record when it comes to his emotions (understanding them, recognizing them, having them in general). The emotions he has for one Derek Morgan are a jumbled mess of Christmas lights that he doesn’t have the time or patience to unravel.
Spencer Reid also doesn’t know what this is that they are doing. The game they are apparently playing where they dance around each other until a case hits too hard and they can’t sleep alone. They dance around each other until Spencer has a craving he can’t handle alone. They dance around each other until unwanted memories sneak up on Derek in the night.
They dance around each other until it’s two in the morning and someone shows up at someone's door with pizza. Then they’ll watch a movie and fall asleep tangled together and it’s totally *totally* platonic.
Straight people don’t spend this much time trying to convince themselves they are straight. The thought hits Spencer like a semi-truck without headlights on a dark night.
He panics for a little while, has what some may call a crisis. He writes his mother and battles with if he should or shouldn’t talk to JJ.
Then there’s a case and there’s no time to have a crisis because there’s sixteen dead teenage boys and no end in sight. The case goes from bad to worse and there’s no time to think about anything for two weeks while they chase around a psychotic killer. They lose four teenagers in the process but they save two. For some reason it doesn’t feel like enough, to save two when twenty are dead.
The jet ride back is awfully silent, no one says anything all too draining emotionally and physically. Spencer is tired when they land. Too tired to drive back to his apartment although he really should because trusting himself alone with Derek isn’t exactly something he’s up for.
“Woah pretty boy.” Derek murmurs reaching out and steadying him when he sways on the bottom step. “You cannot drive.”
“Yes I can.”
“Spencer you can’t walk down the jet stairs. How on earth do you expect to drive? Aren’t you the one who lectured me on sleep deprivation and blood alcohol level equivalents?”
“Well…” Spencer attempts to defended himself but falls short (although that may be because Derek has an arm around his waist and that is extremely distracting)
“Mhm.” Derek chuckles keeping his arm around Spencer’s waist as he leads him away. “Face it pretty boy, you're drunk on sleep deprivation.”
“Why do you call me that?” A question that in his right mind Spencer definitely never would have asked.
“Why do I call you pretty boy?” Derek asked. “Because you're a pretty boy.” The answer is simple enough and while Spencer clearly isn’t satisfied with it he doesn’t say anything more. As they arrive at Derek’s truck Spencer gets sleepier to the point Derek is practically carrying him. “You're gonna have to work with me here.” Derek tells him when it’s time to get him up into the car and Spencer whines. “You’re tired I know.”
“You’re warm.” Spencer mummers attempting to lean closer to Derek.
“My truck is warmer.” That apparently does the trick because when Derek helps Spencer up and into the seat this time he doesn’t protest.
“Did you know that originally trucks were only meant for short distances on farms and it wasn’t until… the 1960’s that they began to be designed for longer trips.” Spencer yawns when he finishes speaking but looks over at Derek expectantly.
“I did not know that, why do you know that? You’ve never had much interest in cars unless it’s lecturing one of us about the dangers of them.”
“Looked it up. You like cars.” Six words that stop Derek completely for a moment.
“Yeah, yeah I do.” Because what else is he supposed to say to that. The rest of the ride is quiet and at some point Spencer unbuckles to shuffle into the middle seat of the truck (immediately buckling back in) and rests his head against Derek’s shoulder which is so uncharacteristic Derek isn’t sure how to respond.
They pull into Derek’s driveway which means Derek pulling away from Spencer who whines much like he had earlier. “Tired.”
“I know.” Derek mummers. “Come on, you can sleep inside it’ll be more comfortable.”
Getting Spencer inside is a much more difficult task than Derek originally thought it would have been, but he manages to drag the half asleep genius inside. Derek considers dropping them both down onto the couch but then decides against it. There’s no much difference between sleeping on the couch and sleeping in his bed. Right?
Spencer tugs on his sweater and shirt when Derek drops him on the bed- so as the completely whooped person he is Derek helps him letting him redress into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top from his drawers. Derek pretends to not see Spencer staring at him when he quickly changes himself, because he’s tired and he doesn’t know what he’s doing.
“Derek?”
“Hmm.” The hum comes as the blanket is pulled back and the bed drips another body joining Spencer’s.
“I think I love you.” And wow that is most definitely not what he meant to say.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I think I love you too kid.” Spencer hums himself rolling closer to Derek, his eyes falling shut.
There’s a lot to talk about, a lot to discuss and in the morning he will most definitely panic about the words of his sleep addled brain. For now though, he can sleep peacefully content with the fact that Derek might love him too.
My friend offered me a ride home but I already had a ride so I didn’t go with her, but as she drove away she shouted “I love you!” out her window and I just kind of
*melts in a puddle of happiness*
like wow okay you actually care about me I didn’t know that awesome
Remember Oil
Oil
Tin can
Marble shaking around
“Oil can” says the tin man of a car
At least I know that there is a true heart inside
Along with a great dancer
But this oil...
Is making the somewhat broken ice more slippery
And harder to break
Even though you are a human teddy bear
That wears the same grey sweatshirt a lot,
Same though
You don't know, but you are
The tamer of my wild anxiety
We are literally driving in a shaking car with no right turn signal
And I find
That I'm comfortable with that
And I hope this ride doesn't end soon
