#driving home

[mm-nani-fics]

[kristsingto] driving home

Rating: Gen Pairing: KristSingto Summary: Kristsingto being driven home together after a long day of interviews and pressers.

I saw @thebroccolination's KS handholding then and now post and then promptly lost all my braincells. I am very new to this pair. these are my first impressions my apologies if its OOC - im learning!

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Deep breath in.

The car door slams shut.

Hold.

A slight jerk as the car sets into motion.

Slowly out.

Krist needs that moment to himself, that little breath before he turns his head and acknowledges the person next to him; Singto tapping something away on his phone. It reminds him to make sure that his is still in his pocket. Finding its shape through his pants, Krist knows to look back when he hears the click of Singto’s phone screen being turned off. Singto is smiling at him, a happy crinkle to his eyes as he too turns to Krist, “You did a really good job today, na?” 

He says rubbing his shoulders and Krist smiles because no matter how many times you’ve done this, no matter how good or how practiced, no matter how many bigger things, more tiring things you’ve done before, it’s always nice to hear a sweet word at the end of a long day.

Who better to understand that than Singto?

“You too, na phi.” He says, he probably says something like this Singto everyday nowadays and is always surprised by how much he means it every time. Singto truly, in the most objective sense that Krist can construct, the very best at what he does. And Krist can’t believe he gets to stand next to him and bask in it again. It’s easy, it’s too easy to sit next to him and gush about his talents. A little harder to bite it back, to stop elaborating, to stop explaining everything that he’s feeling right now, everything he feels all the time at the thought of those little crinkles by Singto’s eyes; how he gets to see them more often now, gets to feel Singto’s joy underneath his fingers, than just behind a phone screen.

He scooches in along the lines of that outstretched arm till he can rest his head on Singto’s shoulder; head heavy but heart light with Singto’s hand coming to rest between them. After that it’s only natural that Krist takes it, their fingers coming together. Krist wiggles the a little watches Singto mindlessly - he’s on his phone once more - shift his fingers to accommodate Krist’s restless ones

There’s nothing left to say, there’s nothing left to hear other than the sound of the car’s engine and Singto’s gentle tap tap on his phone, his fingers resting between Krist’s, entwined without a sound in the light of the outside world passing them by. It’s mundane by now, the contrast of their skin and the lines of Singto’s knuckles and the softness of his palm. But there’s a part of Krist that can feel, maybe always feels, the way it had felt taking that hand for the first time. 

There’s a ghost of that little pebble lodged in his throat, and the murmur of the butterflies that had filled his stomach, a little tingle of the wonder when for the first time he’d thought of a man he’d thought unreachable, ‘Oh, I guess we’re close’ and a hefty wave of that comfort of, ‘Oh, he understands me,’ as he’s lulling in the car, Singto’s shoulder bony but jacket soft under his cheek.

‘P’Sing’ He calls.

And in the second that it takes for Singto to answer with a little ‘hmm?’ Krist has drifted off to sleep.

[galladegamer]

So, we have the end of the best of tumblr tournament...but as I kept going, I realized that there were quite a few additions that I felt were far too important to ignore...which is why I'm making:

THE BEST OF TUMBLR TOURNAMENT BONUS ROUNDS

For our contestants we have:

1. it fucken WIMDY

2. Apollo's dodgeball of prophecy

3. Destiel

4. Bug Race

5. Kung Pow Penis

6. Abandoned Grain Silo

7. Werewolf Boyfriend

8. ...I don't know.

That's right, the eighth contestant is too hard to choose because there are TWO incredible options:

*Driving home* (Penis) OR McDonalds Reaction

But how will we choose? The answer is simple: THERE WILL BE A ROUND ZERO WHERE THESE TWO WILL GO HEAD TO HEAD FOR A CHANCE AT COMPETING Said round zero starts on February 18th, 2023 at 3:00PM EST. See you there!

[asadgirlwithaprettymind]

I get to look at sunsets & rainbows for a living 🫶🏻🌈

[fluoresentbulbs]

post-toto concert

I just left the toto concert. It was fun as hell but i was overwhelmed as shit.

[darkskiesahead-77]

[jayshorrorgaming]

🚗 Welcome to another thrilling episode on Jay's Horror Gaming! Today, we're taking a spine-chilling ride in Drive Home, a short indie horror game that will leave you gripping the wheel in fear. 🌲🌑

After working late, you find yourself driving home only to realize you forgot to refuel your car. Stranded on a desolate road within a vast, dark forest, your cell phone is out of service, and you're left with no choice but to seek help. 😱🔦

Join me as we navigate the eerie woods and face the unknown in Drive Home. 👍🎮

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[souhhey]

is this one too specific

[itsmelb]

Listening to Stranger from Jeff Satur - on a rainy night - on the drive back home is - THAT KIND of a mood.

[misscitcat]

driving home for the festive season

[avkamfher]

Early morning in Indiana

[galladegamer]

BONUS ROUND ZERO

[asadgirlwithaprettymind]

a glimpse of heaven

[tenth-sentence]

I cried as I drove home, aware that for many years I had aided and abetted in exactly the sort of evangelical fear-mongering that the sign represented.

"In/Out: A Scandalous Story of Falling Into Love and Out of the Church" - Steph Lentz

[shrawfrog]

Illness with Bells and Whistles

I haven’t visited anywhere particularly envirnmentally hazardous of late regards catching some sort of bastard cold, but like the goldfish found on someone’s lawn in the North east last week I have absolutely no idea why I have found myself in this fog off illness. Sort throat leading to a feeling of discomfort in and around the ears, threatening to pop at any time, tearing into the harshness of…

[whydyouonlycallmewhenyourh1gh]