I Haven’t Been Active All That Much… More Active On Twitter. But! I Love Coming Back And Seeing Everything

I’m going to write something for Jack x Spencer from Tales from the Gas Station… they live rent free in my head. I have to. (Imma call them Jencer as coined by multi-lefaiye)

Here’s a(n unedited) snippet of what I’ve written so far:

The first time it happened, it was only a few minutes to midnight. Early enough for Jack’s shift to still be considered starting but late enough for absolutely nobody except for the odd passerby to walk in through the doors. With a good ten-something hours to go and few, if any, customers, Jack was content to sit slouched back in his chair with his ear plugs in and book in his lap.

An irritated hand flashed over the pages of his book, waving at him.

Jack frowned as he looked up. His ear plugs weren’t that good, surely he’d be able to hear if they just called out his name…

He froze as his gaze met the face of the man in front of him. Bright red hair styled up and an annoyed scowl set across strong features. Spencer fucking Middleton.

Jack’s hand instinctively darted out to grab the gas station landline, only to be stopped by Spencer, who aggravatedly pulled the phone away from him and took it off the hook. A sign that the phone line wasn’t cut and that, if Jack could find the time to pull it off, he could call O’Brien.

The psychopath’s mouth started moving, as if he was speaking, but Jack couldn’t hear anything he was saying.

“What?” He asked, and Spencer’s full body heaved with the force of his sigh. The psychopath gestured with his hands to his ears and that’s when Jack remembered his ear plugs. Right.

After debating the pros and cons of actually hearing the psychopath out, Jack reluctantly took them out. He set them on the counter where Spencer swiped them off onto the gas station floor. Well, Jack was never going to use those again.

“About time,” Spencer snarled. “Who the hell wears ear plugs at work?”

“You would too if you could hear the shit that happens at this place,” Jack muttered.

“What?” Spencer asked, and when Jack didn’t respond, he just shook his head. He then shoved his hand into his pocket and Jack braced himself for whatever it was going to be. It was way past the running away phase.

A poorly wrapped sandwich was tossed onto the table in front of him.

Jack flinched before staring at it, confused, and then looking back up at his arch nemesis.

“What?”

Spencer looked at the sandwich and then at Jack pointedly. Jack just furrowed his brows down at it and stared. For a while. Waiting for whatever torment Jack had planned for him tonight.

“Oh just eat it,” Spencer snarled, and Jack blinked up at him blankly, wondering if Spencer really thought he was that stupid, before pushing it back towards him.

“No thank you.”

“Why not?” Spencer demanded, having the audacity to actually look offended.

“I’m allergic to poison.”

If your favorite math class was Real Analysis….

1. Are you a masochist? And are you okay?

2. Please teach me your ways

By the time they move onto actual like, cuddling, Clive has managed to bring his work with him so that Jason can hold him while he looks at it (“it’s so comfortable and relaxing. I don’t know why.”). Jason is breaking internally, telling himself it’s okay to continue cuddling Clive because he’s acting honorable.

But really he spent about five hours the past two days reading up on Clive’s specialty so he can hold a better conversation, and it’s not even the first time.

Jason, situated behind Clive on a couch, holding him while Clive reads over research paper: I actually read that one recently.

Clive: …. You read it?

Jason: yeah. I liked their approach to X

Clive: Me too. *goes into longer rant about it*

Clive leaves an extra big tip (he never tips) and it’s like a punch in the gut.

Professional Cuddler AU

Jason who takes on odd jobs and one of those is as a professional cuddler. Clive is, as always, a researcher at a local university. I struggle with how to get Clive to hire Jason, but I’m going to say it’s Belinda who does it as a joke for his birthday. Clive, of course, shows up because he’s not going to be rude.

Jason is immediately aware that Clive isn’t at all into it and offers to start slow. It’s a 3 hour session (damn, Belinda) so he asks if he wants to have a conversation instead. Start with small skin contact like hand holding or letting their legs touch.

So Jason brews some tea out, and they sit and talk. Letting their legs touch under the table and extra skin contact. Jason talks to Clive, asks him questions, and Clive has a pleasant time being able to talk about everything with someone who is personable and will listen to him. (What he really needs is a therapist, but Jason will do)

Despite originally not wanting to go, Clive books another session.

this was supposed to be a panel redraw until i went crazy

Maybe you think a ship is problematic, but ask yourself this: is it wedged sideways in the suez canal disrupting 12% of global maritime trade?

H/D Erised Fic: Truths, Dares, and Love Affairs

Title: Truths, Dares, and Love Affairs Author: Anonymous Recipient: @fencer-x Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas Rating: Teen Word Count: ~17,000 Warnings/Content: Hogwarts eighth-year, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Class Partners to Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Drinking Games, Party Games, Alcohol, Light Angst, Banter, Fluff and Humor, Mind Healing, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder – PTSD, Nightmares, Claustrophobia, Self-Worth Issues, Hogwarts Magic, Mystery, POV Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Ron Weasley Friendship Summary: NEWTs are approaching, Mind Healing is mandatory, and something is wrong with the castle.

And then, there’s Potter. Author’s Notes: Thank you to my alpha reader, A, and to my beta readers, K and W. This fic would not be what it is without all of your help. And thank you to the mods, for bringing us an amazing fest year after year.

Fencer_x, you are absolutely brilliant. Happy Erised! Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.

Truths, Dares, and Love Affairs

my second prompt for @2haaction submitted by @/AVscari on twitter!

(let’s hope tumblr considers this tasteful *artistic* nudity and doesn’t take it down? – will post a crop if that happens)

My sister has taken three separate sorting quizzes to convince us that she isn’t Slytherin. And if that isn’t the most Slytherin thing to do...

She’s still in the phase of “Slytherin is evil” and I’m trying to break her out of that.

Genuinely hate when older people at the high school mistake me for a student. You’ve had full conversations with me in the faculty lunch room and you thought I was a student?!