#look away i’m gonna be earnest in the tags

[seilon]

havent felt this in denial about a character’s canon fate in a while. feelin a bit insane

[norgreeves]

Party: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Notes:

Both Five and Y/N were adults who were aged down after time travel

Both Five and Y/N are at least 18

Y/N is female and uses she/her pronouns

Tags: angst, fluff

You're celebrating with the families, but something seems to be bothering Five.

You were dancing with Lila and he couldn’t look away. 

Everyone was celebrating saving the world from another apocalypse, the Sparrows and Umbrellas had put aside their differences for the sake of a good old fashioned party. Five was relieved and ready to retire, with a bottle of whiskey in hand, but he kept his distance from the group. He was leaning on a table, watching the absolute mess of comradery unravel before him. Ben and Diego appeared to be dancing and fighting at the same time, throwing their masculinity in eachothers faces. Five rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to you, already feeling as though he’d missed out on something. A smile, perhaps a glance.

Lila took your arm and you span each other in turn, giggling and stumbling through the moves, the alcohol starting to have more say in your limbs than your muscles. You reached for the bottle of wine, Lila’s grasp loosening as she let you take a swig,

“Someone’s smitten,” Lila called over the music.

“What’s that?” You frowned.

She just mouthed, ‘Five’, at you and winked, before nodding her head to the side. You followed the direction she indicated and caught eyes with Five, who was swaying and staring. There had always been something between you two, but nothing was ever said aloud. And with the whole apocalypse situation it never felt like it was okay to test the waters. He noticed you noticing him, and, in his tipsy state, he was too slow to act natural or hide his embarrassment. You sighed and smiled at him, turning his sheepish stare into a returning smile. Your hand reached out, gesturing for him to join,

“Come dance!”

“Have fun, loser,” Lila called before dancing over to Diego. You watched her go and laughed, turning back to see Five stumbling over to you, almost knocking into Viktor and Klaus, who were swaying about wildly.

“Woah!” you giggled, putting a hand out to steady him, “drunk?”

“Noo!” He shook his head, sounding like a child, “I’m perfectly capable of anything. I could take a whole other boardroom on right now. Just watch me-”

“Okay! Okay, yes you’re very strong and brave,” you patted his back before taking his hand, “Now come dance with me,”

He started to dance, terribly, mind, but you didn’t care. You were more sober than him, sure, but only by comparison. He reached his arm up, inviting you to spin; you felt the world spin with you. Grinning and tugging him back close to your side before letting go. He held his tight smile, but you could see something was up.

“Why do you look so glum, Five? We won! You’re drunk! Who cares?!” You cried, before noticing his lack of reaction, “Right?”

“I guess so!” He replied, trying to convince himself. You slowed your dancing down and stared at him, frowning. “Alright, come on, then,” you grabbed his hand before walking away from the group, Five almost tripping over his own feet as you guided him.

“What’s this for?” Five asked, “where are we going?”

“Just outside, I can’t hear anything in there,” you said as you continued walking towards the door, Five’s hand still clasped around yours. You wondered if he had realised.

“Why?” He slurred slightly, recovering his balance.

“I wanna know what’s up.”

You stopped outside by the benches, turned to face Five, and looked him in the eye. His reactions took a second to catch up with you, and so when he came to a halt he was close to you, his eyes meeting yours.

“I thought you wanted to dance,” he pointed back to the party, swinging his body with his arm.

“It’s not fun if you’re gonna be all mopey,” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not mopey,”

“Five,” your voice was earnest and gentle as you tilted your head, “I’m serious.”

He looked at you, his hard stare softening away to dust as he took a deep breath. There was a moment of silence and you begged him to fill it.

"Okay," he hummed, "okay..I guess I just...always thought I’d die saving the world,” he hummed, perching on the bench and patting the empty space next to him. You sat down quietly, trying to offer him an encouraging glance, but he was staring at the ground, avoiding your gaze.

“And I was okay with that,” Five nodded slowly, taking a second to fish for sober thoughts, “I figured I’d do something stupid and die trying to fix it. And you’d be there, of course,” he stifled a chuckle, “and I’d say everything I never had the guts to say. And then I’d die, and I wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences.”

“That’s healthy,” you said, but your voice trailed off as you lost the confidence to poke fun. You two always made remarks at each other, trying to get the last sarcastic comment in. But in that moment he was so sincere, it just didn’t feel right. You cleared your throat and turned in your seat slightly to look at him, “What don’t you have the guts to say?”

Five shifted in his seat, daring to look up. His eyes were scanning you, his gaze soft and kind, “I think you already know, Y/N.”

“Then say it, Five.”

“I don’t think I can, I don’t think it’s fair,” his voice was wavering as he looked back down at the ground shyly.

Your stomach began to sink.

“Five Hargreeves," you took his hand and squeezed it, "nothing about this life is fair. Nothing about your job or the commission or these insane families or any other shit is fair. And that’s why you have to say it. Because if you don’t even have the guts to tell me you love me, what’s the point of it all?”

You’d barely got out your last word when his lips crashed onto yours, his hand snaking up your back and melting into your hair as you kissed back. You felt it in his touch, the anger and the love and the thin line he’d drawn to separate the two. His lips were chapped and his hands were cold and you could taste the apocalypse on his tongue.

You broke apart, his hand still cradling your head as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“I love you, Y/N. Okay? I love you.”

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[gayhoediaz]

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“You just want to be filled up, baby, I know,” Tommy hums, and the next moan that falls out of Buck’s throat is louder - broken. Baby. He knows that they’re not… like that, yet - although, someday soon, hopefully, if Buck doesn’t manage to fuck it up - but every time the petname leaves Tommy’s mouth, his stomach leaps regardless. It feels so good to hear it directed towards him in that deep, beautiful tone of voice curling around the syllables. “You will be, this beautiful ass deserves everything, I’m gonna give you everything you want, I promise,” he hums, and then there’s another deep, spine-tingling kiss placed to the flesh of his ass.

“Oh, fuck,” Buck pants, clenching his eyes shut as he feels them start to water - but once again, it’s not a bad thing. Not at all. “Keep talking,” he begs, rocking back onto his fingers at an actual pace now, Tommy matching it perfectly, his fingers twisting in and out of him in a way that very nearly has Buck believing in something like black magic. “Please.”

“You’re doing so good, honey,” Tommy praises, and Buck’s chest heaves with a sob - of pleasure, the tears still aren’t falling, although they don’t feel far away. “Being so patient for me. I’m gonna sink my cock inside you, gonna stretch you out, you’re gonna look even better like that, I promise,” he continues. “Just a little while longer, baby. I need you open and relaxed, I just wanna make it good for you.”

Buck doesn’t know how long they stay like that - how long he patiently rocks himself back onto Tommy’s talented fingers, his breathless moans growing louder, breaking more with each sugary sweet, kind, wonderful, filthy word that leaves Tommy’s mouth. (Earnest, too. That’s the thing that drives Buck the most insane, he thinks. Just how fucking earnest he sounds. How genuine. When was the last time he had someone in his bed that he felt cared this much about him? Has it ever happened? He doesn’t think so. Because that feels new, too.)

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[moralesmilesanhour]

mad props! 04

summary: in the week leading up to the show, your grades begin to slip. whatever will you do... word count: 1820 a/n: hiii i rlly enjoyed writing this chapter bc some of the stuff in here has definitely happened to me lmao. if you feel up to it, reblog and tell me what your favorite song from any musical is in the tags! songs mentioned: 'Chip On My Shoulder' - Legally Blonde the Musical (Original Broadway Cast Recording) prev next

“Max, you’re a little flat, hun.”

The choir director pulled her shawl tightly around her as Max–the chosen casting for Emmett Forrest–ran through some of his sung lines for ‘Chip On My Shoulder’. 

The brown-skinned, dark-haired boy was an excellent actor; he breathed life into the words on the script and delivered them with all the earnestness and humor required to play Emmett. Hell, he even improvised his own jokes.

But he couldn’t hold a note to save his life. 

For some lines, Max could get away with half-singing, half-talking, but he was practically tone-deaf once the song got more involved. The choir director–Ms. Johnson–had to be called in to help get him somewhere that was at least within the ballpark of the correct pitch. His high notes remained painful to all present in the room, no matter what she did.

You huffed from your spot on the fake park bench, resisting the urge to scratch your scalp beneath the itchy wig. Everyone had heard the exact melody on the piano by now. Hear it, sing it. Like Spanish vocabulary, you couldn’t comprehend how people got that sort of thing wrong.

Harmonizing with Max went about as expected; you lost your place several times because of the distracting dissonance between your voice and his, like hearing a parrot and an eagle squawk at the same time.

Regardless, it was too late to recast Max now. He had a leading role with too many songs and lines to memorize. 

“Alright, take five!” the director yelled with a clap of her hands. 

A collective sigh could be heard as students dispersed for their well-earned water and bathroom breaks, the tension in the air dissipating. You stepped carefully off of the stage, when you heard a snicker in your direction.

Miles was in the middle of painting a cardboard sorority building in an obnoxious shade of hot pink, shaded with strokes of fuchsia and cyan that managed to work together somehow. You frowned at the fact that you couldn’t say anything bad about it.

The boy struggled to hold back a laugh, looking up as you stood over him with crossed arms.

“Something funny?”

Miles stood to meet your eyes, carelessly wiping bits of paint onto his pants.

“That frumpy-ass 613 wig you got on, for one,” he replied with a teasing grin. “Are you gonna wear that for the actual show?”

You rolled your eyes.

“No, for your information, I’m not. This is a placeholder wig,” you ripped it off of your head for emphasis. “Why are you even here, anyway? Don’t you got posters to make?”

In actuality, you knew about the art club lending some of its members to paint sets for the show. But you wanted to make sure Miles knew he was unwelcome.

“Just doin’ what I do best,” he shrugged. “You should be grateful for my sacrifice.”

You snorted, “What ‘sacrifice’?”

Miles jabbed his thumb behind him towards the left side of the stage, where Max was going over his lines. “I gotta listen to that nigga sing for over an hour. I’m sacrificing my time and my ears.”

Despite yourself, you laughed brightly at the comment, causing a more genuine smile to spread across Miles’ face. You looked pretty when you laughed.

“Oh my god, he sucks, right? Spent the whole damn song looking for the note.”

“Too late to replace him now, though. Show’s in two weeks.”

You nodded.

There was a brief pause before Miles asked, “So what made you sign up for theater? I was kinda surprised to see you on a stage.”

You gave him a wary look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” he raised both hands in defense, “You just seemed like more of the quiet type, that’s all.”

I signed up to avoid you, you thought, but didn’t say aloud; That would’ve given him the satisfaction of knowing that you thought about him that much.

Instead, you answered, “I used to do theater at my old school. Got the lead part most of the time, if you can believe it.”

There was an arrogance in your voice as you said that last bit that soured Miles’ expression. 

“I believe you, no need to convince me,” he said flatly. “Legally Blonde’s an interesting choice, though.”

You shrugged, “The part really lets me show my voice off, so...”

“Showin’ off,” Miles muttered beneath his breath, “Sounds like you.”

“Excuse me?”

Before you could start to argue, his eyes went wide, like he’d just heard a noise that no one else could hear.

“It was really nice talking to you, Y/N, but I gotta go,” he said, spinning on his heel and bolting towards the auditorium door. “Watch my stuff for me!”

Your jaw dropped in offense. Was he allowed to just bail on a club activity like that? And with the gall to ask you to watch his things for him. You totally did, though.

Once you got home, your feet throbbed and your muscles ached from all of the choreography. You were just barely out of your school uniform when you decided to lie down for a quick nap. Or what you thought was a ‘quick nap’.

The blaring of your alarm made your heart jump as your eyes flew open, half of your face damp with drool. The early morning washed over your room in a pale blue shade, and the sight would’ve relaxed you if not for the sudden realization that you weren’t in your pajamas.

You shot up, wiping the side of your face with your sleeve. Your Spanish and AP Physics notebooks were still strewn across your bed, along with several worksheets that had remained blank. Unfinished.

…Oh no.

Your heart was practically in your throat when you explained to Mr. Sanchez why you didn’t have any homework for him to collect. 

The man noticed your glassy eyes, and held up a reassuring hand in the middle of your frantic explanation.

“That’s fine, it happens,” he said gently, “Just bring in the missing work tomorrow, and it’ll only be ten points off. Don’t make it a habit.”

He adjusted his glasses, and returned to grading the pile of worksheets on his desk as you trudged back to your desk, a pit forming in your stomach over those precious ten points.

“You good?” Miles asked as you sat down, concern coloring his features. He ran a finger over a small band-aid on his right temple. “You look like you’re about to cry.”

You buried your face in your arms on the desk.

“Nunya.”

He sighed, “I dunno why I even asked.”

Unfortunately for both you and Mr. Sanchez, missing assignments did, in fact, become a habit. 

You began to spend more time lingering in the auditorium after everyone had left, practicing your line delivery. Adding little details, like extra hair flips or twirls. The spirit of Elle Woods had practically taken over your body.

You got home later and later into the evening, sometimes flopping down onto your bed and falling asleep before your head could even hit the pillow. This new ‘habit’ had you scribbling down vocab words and formulas in a frenzy, balancing your notebook on your lap on the bumpy bus ride to school. The flashcards that you had made for Mr. Sanchez’s class were now sitting untouched at the bottom of your bag.

By Friday, it landed you in front of his desk for office hours after you received your very first ‘F’. 

“As you’ve probably noticed, Y/N, your grades have fallen a significant amount in a very short period of time, and I’m a little concerned,” Sanchez slid your weekly grade report towards you and placed his finger on your Spanish grade. “What’s going on? This is very unusual for a student like you.”

Your sweaty fingers clutched the sides of your seat as you stared down at the report. How did you let it get this bad? Elle Woods would never.

“I-I just…”

You shook your head. “I’ve just been busy with extracurriculars and stuff, so assignments slip my mind sometimes.”

“You’re having trouble balancing them with your schoolwork?”

“Yeah, basically,” you leaned forward, looking desperate. “Can I still re-take that quiz? I didn’t really get to study, and–”

“Oh! That’s actually what I called you in for, one second.”

Sanchez rose from his seat, and made his way over to the door.

“You know about our Study Buddy system, yes?”

You nodded slowly, skeptically. “Am I getting a ‘Study Buddy’?”

“Pre-cisely. Come in!”

He opened the door, and you almost groaned audibly at the lanky figure that appeared at the entrance.

Miles entered with a friendly smile on his face that dropped the second his eyes landed on you.

“Oh. You.”

The Spanish teacher sat back down and gestured towards him.

“Miles here is both a native speaker and beyond proficient in this class. He was so kind as to sign up for the program, so I thought it might be nice to pair him up with someone in the same period.”

Shocked into silence, you were unable to say anything other than a quiet “Okay” as you stared blankly in front of you.

Study buddies. With the guy who didn’t even study. This had to be some kind of sick joke.

“He’ll be giving up a bit of his lunch time to tutor you in my classroom. I’d also highly recommend you two study with each other after school as well, if you can make the time. Sound good?”

“Yes,” you both said in miserable unison. 

“Well, that’s all,” Sanchez waved his hand. “You’re both dismissed. Have a lovely weekend!”

“You too!” you smiled tightly as you got up and made a beeline for the door, nearly bumping into Miles as you did so. 

Your weekend would be anything but ‘lovely’.

You fixed Miles with a glare as soon as you got out into the hallway.

“I’m not giving up my lunch period for you,” you yell-whispered. “I hope you know that.”

He took a step towards you and fired back, “Neither of us have a choice, your highness. If we’re not both up here during lunch, I get in trouble, and you gotta take the L and fail this class.”

“I’d rather fail, then. I don’t give a fuck.”

“Oh?” he laughed mirthlessly. “You were in tears over a damn ‘89’. Makes no difference to me, but I think you do give a fuck.”

You opened your mouth to shoot back a rebuttal, then closed it. Miles raised an eyebrow.

“I’m lying?”

“...No.”

Miles leaned forward until he was only inches away from your face. “Then cooperate. Or we both lose.”

You sighed in defeat, “Fine.”

He nodded curtly, then left to go grab his things from his locker.

In a forced attempt at courtesy, you called out towards his back, “See you next week–”

“Whatever!”

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[graysparrowao3]

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@the-song-of-avernus

I'll offer of a snippet from the upcoming installment that no one believes will the last but I am still in denial that it will be. It's Schrodinger's Northern Bastards - until the next fic is written, it both is and is not the last one.

Here's a little offering with more of my own jokes that I laugh at lol.

I'm going to put it under a cut with an 18+ content warning due to sexually explicit themes.

                        Aradin winced and spat a dark, metallic gob. He glanced over, blood trickling from his split temple. “Just so I know, this goin’ anywhere?”             Rugan blinked away the sweat that dripped from the creased lines of his brow. “You what?”            “We gonna shag? Just need to know if I’m wastin’ my time,” the adventurer wiped the blood on his sleeve, smearing it worse across his face, “‘cause you sure as shite ain’t gonna off me, and if I’d’ave wanted you out the way I’d have done it by now.”             Rugan’s chest heaved as he leant on his thighs to catch his breath. “Fuckin' Hells. No need to tease me if you ain’t gonna be serious about it.”             “Yeah well,” the adventurer sniffed painfully, “wanted to keep you on your toes.”            Rugan took a deep lungful of air, closing his eyes briefly in an attempt to sooth the pain behind them, “think my dancin’ days are over.”             “Not bad, I’ll give you that,” Aradin continued, stretching his arms out and relaxing as the rush of adrenaline subsided. “For someone of your advanced expertise.”             Rugan rolled his eyes and wiped sweat onto his arm. “Get back to me in a decade. See how you’re holdin’ up.”            “Maybe two,” Aradin mocked. The heaviness of their breathing subsided, their mistrusting eyes met and Aradin's brow furrowed. “Feel like we’ve been here before.”             “Last time I let you win, as I recall.”             “Win?” the adventurer’s face pinched in offense. “You put your cock in my mouth then punched me in the face.”             “Congratulations, lad,” Rugan sounded as earnest as he ever had, “sounds like a first prize if I ever heard one. And look at that – you’re already halfway there.”             “You’re such a knob,” Aradin snorted.

[fbfh]

curiosity is a wonderful thing - ch. 3

wc: 3.1k

pairing: slow burn childhood best friends to lovers ben x reader, audrey x reader

warnings: ben is stressed, audrey is a bad gf, mild claustrophobia/dark spaces/being under ground warning (description of falling down the rabbithole into twonderland but it's fun and you love it so it's not scary lol), mild exposition dumping

summary: ben prepares for the arrival of the Isle kids, and gives audrey the benefit of the doubt a little too much. you have time to sneak away to your favorite place in the world, and the only thing that's missing is ben.

song recs: in a world of my own - kathryn beaumont, welcome to wonderland - scarlett rose, wish you still felt this way - sophie meiers x 90sflav

a/n: i love this fic. i love this series. this started as a comfort daydream and now it's a thing and I hope yall are ready for the next chapter cause it's gonna be good. I hope this brings yall the comfort it brings me <33

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @sunshineangel-reads @strawberry-cake1 @dustyinkpages @kiara7777

After about a week of constant meetings, arrangements, and press conferences, a week of even less sleep and even more coffee than usual - something Ben didn’t know was possible to achieve - it’s finally the day he’s been working tirelessly toward. It’s the day the kids from the Isle are finally on their way to Auradon. He rushes back to Auradon Prep with you at his side after a very stressful, successful press conference. Even though he seems totally composed on the surface, you can tell he’s a bundle of nerves. You walk quickly beside him as he goes over the agenda for their arrival. 

“Their rooms are all set up, Fairy Godmother said Jane can help them get settled into their classes - god, what am I forgetting?” Ben rambles, fumbling through all the papers in his bag. His eyes land on his copy of his press conference note cards, and that jogs his memory. 

“Right,” He continues as you look up at him, and he knows he has all your attention. “I don’t think I’m going to have time to write a new speech for their arrival…”

He pauses for a moment, seeing if there’s some little pocket of time he can find to make this date extra special for them. 

“Ben, you’re more jam packed than a tea cake. You can’t overwork yourself and run into the ground, not when you’re this close.”

Ben considers for a moment, realizing you're right. 

"You have a point…" he agrees with a reluctant chuckle. "I'll use the same speech I used for the press conference." He decides. You’re silent for a moment.

“...Alright.” 

“What?” Ben asks, able to read your expression like a book. 

“Nothing, just-” You hesitate, then give him an earnest look, like you don’t want to hurt his feelings. He chuckles and braces himself, knowing whatever you’re about to say will be a necessary - albeit, hard - truth. 

“You don’t think it’s a bit much?” You ask gently. “Too formal, given the circumstances?” 

He considers for a moment. He thought it did great at the press conference, but maybe there are a few parts he can revise for the arrival of the Isle kids. 

“Uh… yeah. I- I can cast eyes over it, we still have a little over an hour. That should be enough to make any tweaks.” He finishes. 

You nod as you follow him into the conference room that he’s turned into a makeshift headquarters for all of his first proclamation business. He sets down his bag and pulls out all his paperwork and his planner. He hears you set your stuff down a few seats away from him and looks up. You’ve been working so hard and helping him out so much with all of this. He couldn’t possibly have accomplished a fraction as much without you. He walks over to you, gathering up your stuff. 

“Look bunny, why don’t you, uh,” he starts, leaning over slightly to make sure no one’s about to walk through the doorway. “Why don’t you head down for a while. You have enough time if you go now.”

Your eyes light up at his words. You’ve been keeping your Wonderland visits to a minimum to help Ben and support him as much as you can, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed.

“Really?” You ask softly. 

“Yeah, I’ll cover for you.” Ben lets out a soft grunt as you tackle him with a hug. He chuckles lightly, giving your back and shoulders a gentle pat before you pull away a moment later. 

“I’ll run my speech by you when you get back-” He begins, then cuts himself off, remembering something. “We got your watch fixed, right?”

You’re glad he remembered, and you fish around in your tea pot bag for a moment before pulling out the weathered bronzy pocket watch. Time works differently in Wonderland, and it’s hard to keep track of. You've tried everything you can think of, and your pocket watch is the only thing that seems to keep you from constantly being late. Granted, you're still late or nearly late a lot, but it’s much better than it used to be. 

“Yes,” you nod, showing him the little ticking hands, currently resting at the words ��on time’. A fresh bubble of excitement pops inside you and you let out an excited giggle, hugging Ben tightly one more time. 

“Thank you!” you exclaim in a soft whisper before he sends you off. You run over to the corner of the room to summon a rabbit hole. Ben watches in fascination as the tile floor begins to crumble in front of you, giving way to grassy dirt before continuing to crumble, going down, down, down. It’s a large, vaguely irregular circle about half as wide as your wingspan. You look back at Ben with another silent thank you, before jumping straight down into the hole. As soon as the last of you is out of sight, the tiles rebuild themselves without leaving a trace of you. Ben stares at the spot where you disappeared, feeling vaguely melancholic, but mostly happy that you’re getting to spend time doing what you love. That you’re happy. 

“There you are, Bennyboo,” Ben whips his head around at the sound of Audrey’s voice, and he’s relieved she hadn’t shown up sooner. It’s not that sneaking off to Wonderland is a bad thing, but most people tend to discourage you from visiting too often. Wonderland is a timeless domain, like Neverland, and it and all of its inhabitants are much different from those from Auradon - usually referred to as Overland or the Main Land by people from Wonderland and Neverland. 

Wonderland runs on pure, neutral chaos and nonsense, which is a very hard concept for people from Overland to grasp. Overland runs on a fundamental structure of good vs. evil, so it’s easy for people to perceive things from Wonderland as good or bad  when they’re really just made up of madness. The reason people try to keep Wonderland contained is because you can’t fight nonsense with sense, you can’t fight chaos with logic. If something powerful from Wonderland got into Overland, like the Jabberwocky, or any number of powerful plants, animals, or magic, Auradon would be practically defenseless. That’s one of the reasons that Belle and Adam decided to reach out to your mother, and continue to form such a strong bond with her. If Wonderland nonsense managed to get out into Auradon, it would be uncontrollable chaos, and the only person who could stop it would be your mother - and now, you. 

It took Ben a while to understand Wonderland, to understand you. You and your mother are very special cases; Alice was from Overland, but adapted to be part of Wonderland, and Wonderland became a part of her. You, however, were born in Wonderland and raised in Overland. You’ve adapted as well as you can, but you always do much, much better when you can sneak away for regular little trips. Ben has asked to join you before, but it’s too dangerous. People from Overland rarely adapt to Wonderland nonsense and usually end up going mad, which is why your mother is such an asset to the Auradon government - she’s actually able to serve as a liaison between Wonderland and Auradon, and keep an eye on things.  

Unfortunately, there are still a lot of stigmas surrounding Wonderlandians, stigmas Ben has grown to resent more and more over the years, but most of it boils down to Wonderlandians being weird, crazy, dumb, and volatile. The more Ben has come to understand you, the more he hates the small comments and little stares directed toward you. Luckily Ben has been able to protect you from a lot of it. People very quickly found out that if they said anything bad about you or Wonderland, it wouldn’t end well for them. He can’t get rid of the stigmas, but he can protect you from them as much as possible. 

Audrey flounces over, sitting next to him.

"You are never going to believe what Arabella just told me at cheer practice."

“Uh-”

“She said-”

“Um, Audrey.” Ben finally manages to interrupt. She looks confused about why she’s not the one talking right now. 

“I want to hear all about this, I really do,” Ben says, “but we’re going to be greeting the kids transferring from the Isle soon-” Audrey huffs, already disinterested.

“And I wanted your feedback on my speech.” He finishes, handing her the papers. 

“Oh, sure. There’s that…” Audrey says, pretending to read it over for a moment. Before she finishes, she sets the papers down on the table, and gives Ben a chipper look.

“I’m sure it’s fine, Bennyboo. You never disappoint.”

She sits on the table in front of him, continuing to tell him all about what Arabella said Herkie did. Ben tries his best to listen, he really does. He just can’t keep his mind off his speech, and he can feel himself beginning to spiral and overthink. He has so much riding on this, he can’t afford for his speech to be fine, he can’t afford for anything about this whole ordeal to be fine. Her words keep echoing in his mind, you never disappoint, Bennyboo. He knows she meant it to be supportive, but he feels like all the pressure he’s been convincing himself he can handle is just reinforced. He was hoping to get some real feedback from Audrey, maybe a little encouragement, but- 

He stops himself before the thought can go any further. Audrey is his girlfriend, and Ben should be able to trust her word. You would never lie to him about something this important, so he chooses to trust that Audrey wouldn’t either. He tries to shut up the worries clouding his mind and tries to pay attention to what Audrey is saying. She’s probably just trying to distract him from worrying, give him something else to think about for a while. You can always tell when he’s overthinking, so Audrey is probably trying to show him that she cares, that there’s nothing to worry about. That if she’s talking about something like cheer team gossip at a time like this, when Ben is getting ready for one of the most important days of his life, then everything must be under control. Besides, if he needs to he can look his speech over by himself after Audrey leaves. He might have time to. It will all be fine. 

The moment you let yourself fall into the dark rabbit hole, your stomach flips as you begin free falling through the darkness. A little dirt sprinkles down on your head from where it closes up above you, and you narrowly manage to avoid some roots snagging in your hair. After a few moments, your descent slows. You spin slowly as you glide down, and in the pitch black darkness, you can feel your internal gyroscope going crazy. You breathe in the heavy, earthy air, and for a few moments, you don't know which way is up or down. You have absolutely no sense of direction for those few beautiful moments, and you don't want to. Soon, your descent speeds up again, and you find yourself tumbling through tree branches, eventually landing on a rough surface in the dark. 

“It should be here somewhere…” you mutter, feeling around for a doorknob. After a moment you feel it, cool aged metal in your hand. You twist it, revealing a beam of light through a doorway. It’s going to be a close call, but you think you’ll just be able to fit. You manage to squeeze through the entrance, exiting out of the door - which is situated in a large tree trunk, and into Wonderland. You crawl forward, taking it all in. You take in a deep breath of the still, earthy, floral air. It’s heavy in your lungs, like a deep dream. You fully exit, and the door slowly closes behind you.

The world is quiet. 

There’s an almost suffocating stillness in the atmosphere of Wonderland, one that would be uncanny and unnerving to you if it weren’t already so deeply comforting. It’s the same grounding sense of peace and stillness you get when you’re young and walk carefully through your dark house at night in search of a cold glass of water. There’s that feeling in Wonderland, everyone is asleep except for me. I ought to be asleep too, I best not wake them. The world around you is still, still, still. It’s as still as a stone, or a lake made of glass. You soak up the familiar surroundings, and you feel like you’re finally visiting an old friend. 

In spite of the pitch black sky, which is barely visible through the treetops, you can see what’s around you just fine. But if you look too far, there’s a darkness off the beaten path, one that stays just at the edges of your sight no matter where you go. It always looks to you like those hazy dark shadows around the edges of old photographs. You look down at the beaten path - this one being made of black and white irregularly shaped checkerboard tiles nestled right into the dirt. They twist and turn, splitting out and reconverging haphazardly into the darkness. They’re a bit worn and dirty, but you suppose any outdoor tiles would get that way eventually. 

You follow it back the way you came, spinning around as you do, and notice the way it splinters into little shards, cracking and fragmenting into a mosaic of sorts before petering out at the base of the tree, with grass and dirt poking up in between. You feel yourself begin to settle, at home with the lack of time flowing around you, and you take in another breath. Your nose and lungs are kissed gently with the smell of damp, freshly turned earth, plant life, and that unmoving sort of smell that shows up after it rains, but still before any birds and animals come out from their hiding. The type of smell when flowers are wet, and have not yet opened themselves back up. 

Reaching into your trusty teapot bag, you fish around in there until you find your camera. It’s old, very old, and completely obsolete ever since the boom of technology that appeared around the time you and Ben were born, but you love it nonetheless. A year or two before you and Ben - and most of the other kids your age - were born, Auradon successfully made an alliance with Atlantis. They traded their protection of Atlantis and a promise to leave them alone, in exchange for a little bit of their technology and power sources. Adam also promised to make sure Rourke never saw the light of day again, a promise Queen Kida was happy to accept. The trade led to light speed innovations based in Atlantean tech; smart phones, computers, video games, and countless other innovations that brought Auradon into its new age. Flash forward to now, Atlantis is the tech capital of the world, and magic is obsolete. Your camera can’t give directions or tell time or backup to cloud storage, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You snap some pictures of the tiles before you begin exploring. You never know what entrance to Wonderland you’ll fall through, and you love documenting each one. You walk carefully through the forest of dense trees, looking at flocks of haughty looking dodo birds and peonies that gossip to each other, whispering with a laugh as you pass them by. Soon you stumble into something very interesting. You thought it was a cluster of blue bushes, but were surprised to find out they’re really birds. The bird bushes (or maybe bush birds) startle at your presence, squawking and leaving feathers (leaves?) in their wake before they fly off. 

You manage to get a few pictures of them too, and you’re excited to show Ben. You’ve tried taking pictures with your phone before, but Wonderland makes technology… unreliable at best. Plus, there’s no service down here anyway. That’s why you took to journaling, drawing pictures and taking photos and writing down everything you see. This way you can share it with Ben, this way it’s almost like he’s here in your favorite place with you. 

You follow the blue speckled bush birds - as you’d dubbed them - until you lose track of them. It’s no matter though, since you soon hear some lovely singing coming from under a sparkling berry bush growing fruit shaped like bells. You crouch down, lifting up the leaves, and find a choir of inchworms practicing their harmonies. The leader looks up at you in a huff. 

“I’m terribly sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt.” You say. He huffs, and turns back to his choir, conducting with a little twig. You decide to sit and listen for a while as they rehearse under the coverage of glistening pink leaves. You find some oversized, brightly colored mushrooms growing nearby, and sit down on a comfortable one. You pull a teacup out of your bag, trying to decide which tea to drink while you watch the inchworms and listen to their masterpiece slowly come together. 

You zip the lid closed, and pour the spout to the cup, settling on some raspberry tea. With honey, you think, and lemon. You smile as a lemon wedge falls from the spout, plopping gently into your cup. You take a sip, and it’s perfectly brewed as ever. You go through several cups of tea, growing more and more invested in the drama between the inchworms. One is insisting on taking the high harmony, even though it’s obviously out of his range. You’re half way through… one of your cups of tea, you lost count rather quickly. By now the inchworms have perfected their harmonies for the chorus, and the first verse. Your attention is ripped away from the inchworms when your bag starts ringing. You open it up, digging out your pocket watch. The bronze hands have spun all the way past most of the little notches, and you nearly drop your tea when you see where they are. Your eyes follow the hands, which are nearly pointing to the word Late! in fancy script. 

“Shit!” 

[vamossainz55]

hi bestie, thank you for tagging me <3

i think i speak for everyone if i say that we all need some cute carlos

❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜ + carlos sainz jr

summary: you should have known the invitation to collaborate with the Scuderia Ferrari was too good to be true (or the one where you regret saying yes to Ferrari Land)

a/n: not my favorite, feel like the transitions were not the best, but i hope you like it dom <3. wrote this w all my heart !!

part of my drabble party <3

hold tight, & don't let go — (cs55)

“Tell me again why I agreed to do this?” You’re shaking a bit, palms clammy and toes almost numb from the sense of dread that had been coiling in your stomach all morning. 

Your manager laughs, clearly unbothered by your distraught expression that was only getting paler by the second. The sounds of metal grinding against each other only makes your skin rise, you were definitely regretting your decision now. 

“Come on, you were excited about this yesterday,” She’s not wrong, you were in fact excited. How often could someone say that the Scuderia Ferrari team had invited them for a collaboration on their social media platforms? Not only would you be getting good promotion and money from the collaboration, but it was an amazing accomplishment for an account like yours who was still just starting to grow. 

You would’ve just been more excited if the venue wasn’t harboring one of the things you were most scared of; roller coasters. 

A part of you blames yourself, remembering the eager email you had sent out to the media team. ‘I’m open to do anything’ you had typed out excitedly, but now, looking at the itinerary you had been handed during a quick meeting you asked yourself whether you really were open to do anything. 

It’s the boldness of the letters, contrasting red against the rest of the schedule. You figure it’s because it’s the most important part of the day, but it’s still intimidating, almost taunting.

Roller coaster video with Carlos : A Get to Know Driver #55

You stare at the words, hoping that the universe would somehow change them. You’re so focused that you don’t even hear the footsteps coming from behind you. You almost feel light headed again, folding the paper in half before you’re pressing your hand against your eyes. 

“First time doing a collaboration?” The words are said jokingly, laced with an all too familiar accent that is impossible for you to not recognise. 

You slowly peek through your fingers, spotting his usual disheveled mane, and that’s the only confirmation you need. You lower your hand, his face slowly coming into view. 

“Hi, y/n.” You introduce yourself sheepishly, offering your hand out to shake. “Sorry- yeah. First time doing this.” You laugh nervously as Carlos takes your hand into his. He laughs, earnest and sincere and it somehow relaxes your shoulders as your nervous smile turns genuine. 

“Carlos,” He says back, giving you a firm handshake. He knows he doesn’t need the introduction, not when you were there to interview him, but he still does it, smiling at you before pulling his hand away. His eyes linger on you for a bit too long and you feel your cheeks flush slightly.

“How are you though? Excited?” Carlos asks, clearly trying to be friendly. It’s nice for him to ask, sweet even, but you can barely entertain a conversation when your stomach is twisting into knots. 

“I’m gonna be honest,” you murmur, “I’m terrified.” You spill, unable to hold your words back. Carlos’ eyes widen slightly. 

“Am I that intimidating?” He asks, and the words surprise you to the point that you have to let out a laugh. 

“No- you’re not intimidating.” You say, quickly slipping in an apology. “I’m scared to get on the ride.” The explanation seems to make sense to Carlos because his demeanor changes, his cheeks going red. 

“Ah right, shit.” He says, scratching the back of his neck. “Not to be rude, but, why did you agree to do it?” Carlos asks and you look at him with a feigned expression of insult. 

“Didn’t you say it yourself? When Ferrari calls, you answer.” 

—

Quoting Carlos seems to strike a chord with him because he does try his best to make you feel better. He grabs you a bottle of cold water, sits next to you, and you both end up talking about the interview, the questions you had been given to ask him.

You feel bad for him as you go through the questions, most being the overused generic ones; understeer or oversteer, day or night race, circuit or street race. You can tell he’s a bit bored as he tells you the answer. 

“What question would you add onto if you could?” Carlos asks curiously, knocking his shoulder into yours. You think for a moment in thought before speaking. 

“What are you scared of?” You ask curiously looking over at him. His brows perk up at the question before a smile plays at his lips. 

“Heh, haven’t thought of that actually,” Carlos says, putting his fingers to his chin. He’s in deep thought, but before he can ask the question you’re both being called over to be guided to the ride’s entrance. 

All the blood leaves your face as you get up, the nerves that Carlos had shooed away suddenly coming back. 

You both walk anyway, following the park’s worker. To your surprise Carlos holds the lower of your back the whole way, hand gently rubbing you soothingly. “You’re gonna be fine.” He smiles once you’re both at the platform. 

“We’re gonna have a test run first,” One of the people wearing a Ferrari shirt explains as the park’s worker helps you into your seat. Carlos slides next to you in your booth, handing you the cue cards for the questions you’d have to ask later. 

“Okay, ready?”  Carlos asks with a smile at you. You look at the tracks in front of you, heart leaping the moment the metal bar of the carriage clicks you both in place. Carlos’ leg is pressed against yours and you can hear the way the tracks click underneath you but you give him a nod. Your hand wraps around the metal bar, knuckles going white as the carriage begins to move. 

It’s slow at first, the carriage climbing up the hill. It’s not too bad, you’re far up but the scenery is nice, but the moment you start seeing the drop in the tracks you’re shaking again. 

“I’m scared. I’m scared.” You say, voice shaking as you look around, terrified when you realize there’s nowhere to go.

“Hey, hey,” Carlos says, his hand gently taps at your wrist, smiling. 

“You can hold my hand, if you want to,” He offers it with a soft voice. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He says just as the carriage stops at the top of the rollercoaster. 

“Okay, but don’t let go.” You murmur quietly taking his hand. The track clicks and you’re hanging, about to drop down the hill. “Carlos,” 

He laughs softly before nodding. “I won’t let go, I promise.”

[frogsmulder]

From the ship number ask: M/K 46.

I’m already looking forward to what you’re going to come up with! 😋

46 …out of envy or jealousy.

He Works Alone

during sleepless krycek has a heated argument with mulder; 1.1k words; rated e; tagging @today-in-fic and @leonardbetts

read on ao3

Alex follows Mulder out of the morgue, playing catch up to the quick clip of his oxfords in the tiled floor. He jogs up to him before he can reach the double doors to the main hallway; his own footsteps an indignant outcry for Mulder to slow down which goes ignored. He finally gets him to listen with a hand to grab his shoulder, spinning him around to face him. There is a vexed look upon Mulder's face as if he had been persecuted before Alex could say a word. 

Wary, Alex takes a breath and tries yet fails to keep the bite from his voice. “Hey, so what was that in there?”

“What?” Mulder's eyes search his for clarification; almost the perfect picture of innocence. 

He shakes his head slowly, incredulously. “You and agent…”

“Scully?”

“Yeah,” he chuffs half a laugh. “Do you usually get your pathologists by special request?”

Mulder glances at the hand still on his shoulder and Alex retracts it suddenly feeling his palm grow clammy. Mulder levels a stare at him, a strange cocktail of warning and attempted comprehension. As the seconds pass, Alex is caught in the tide of his dark eyes and feels his mouth dry and his cheeks flame under the scrutiny. 

Mulder turns around and continues to walk before he answers, “She's just a friend; we used to work together.”

Alex stands his ground. “Just a friend, huh?”

The speed with which Mulder whips back around to point a finger almost stuns him. “What are you trying to say?”

Alex looks away and licks his lips. “Did you not see the way she looks at you, Mulder?”

“Careful there, you almost sound jealous.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Look, I don't care how you go about finding leads in this investigation; I know your methods are…”

“What?” Mulder steps closer. “Spooky?” His eyes dart darkly between both of his, searching. “Like I haven't heard that before. You'll have to try harder to insult me Alex.”

“I was gonna say unconventional–and I'm not trying to insult you. All I'm saying is I'd like to be kept in on this investigation.”

“You were there.” His voice scratches low and quiet, earnest. 

Alex squares up to him. “You were keeping such close quarters I didn't hear a thing you said!” he hisses. “Whispering? Like she was the only other person in the room? You had your backs turned to me; I couldn't even read your lips.”

Mulder scoffs, the hot air tickling Alex’s face. “Now this right here–” he jabs a finger into Alex’s sternum– “this is why I work alone.”

Emboldened, Alex leans into the contact, forcing Mulder back. “But you don't! You were working with agent Scully just fine!” A pause hangs between them; the silence only filled by his ragged breathing. Alex makes the mistake of looking down at Mulder's lips. He closes his eyes, restraining, yet the thought lies hot and heavy at the forefront of his prefrontal cortex. The thought dares him to lean forward but instead he backs away; his best attempt to break the tension. “Look, man, all I'm asking for is a chance.”

His shoulders are suddenly grasped firmly and Mulder’s accusatory whisper rings in his ears. “You are jealous, aren't you?”

Finally snapping, Alex shoves him against the wall, his arm to Mulder’s throat exercising every inch of his strength over him. He hesitates only briefly, questioning whether he is really going to do this but the flush to Mulder’s cheeks decides for him. He crushes his lips to Mulders’ coaxing the reaction he wants out of him, the one he knows is there somewhere buried beneath his love for that pathologist.

Surprised, Mulder reciprocates briefly before pushing Alex away to the middle of the corridor, leaving him stranded in the open. 

For the smallest of seconds, he is afraid Mulder will sock his jaw. He watches his taut body for any hint of what will happen next. His hands resting at his sides don't curl into fists but flex outwards as if trying to dispel a feeling harbouring there. 

Mulder then strides forward, taking Alex in one swift motion, pushing him to the other wall pressing his body to the brick. His tongue licks as teeth nip at Alex's lips and it's Alex's turn to gasp in surprise: a fatal mistake as Mulder closes in. Hand spread on Alex's chest, Mulder digs his fingers in. Alex can't stop his eyes rolling back and a groan in his throat as Mulder flexes his hips into his own. 

Grasping his slender hips, Alex turns them and drops to his knees, making quick work of the pants’ fastening. His own gut clenches and his heart pounds at being eye level with Mulder's crotch. He curls his fingers into the elastic of his boxers and yanks them down, freeing Mulder's burgeoning erection. In his hands, Mulder grows and against his lips he twitches. Alex looks up through dark eyelashes as he teases the head of Mulder's cock with his darting tongue.

He wraps his lips around his cock and sucks him deeper into his mouth, watching as Mulder's head tips back against the wall, his chin pointing upwards and his neck stretching gloriously, so that Alex can see his Adam's apple bob when he swallows. He hears every puff of air that passes Mulder's slack lips and imagines his eyes screwed shut in perfect agony. He takes his time, slowly teasing every inch of pleasure from him in a play for power that is intoxicating. He’s impressed with Mulder’s size, with his pretty cock; he’s seen plenty to know the difference and the way Mulder sits heavy on his tongue is a sweet satisfaction. He hums his appreciation as he watches it disappear beyond his lips.

Another hiss from Mulder and his hands are tugging in his hair, encouraging him to be quicker, harder, rougher. Alex brings a hand to the base of his cock, squeezing tightly while he digs the fingers of his other hand into his ass cheek, pulling him forward. Mulder’s grunt spurs him on. 

With a gasp, Mulder jerks his hips forwards as he comes, and Alex doubles down, taking everything he has. After licking his softening cock clean, Alex lets him hang open in the cool air, pulling on a cool mask of indifference over his emotions; as if the taste of his cum wasn’t still toying with his taste buds and his own heart wasn’t pounding in his chest all the way down to his own hardon that desperately begged attention. 

He stands and is face to face with Mulder, smirking at his flushed cheeks. Head still resting against the wall, Mulder looks back at him, panting, “I could have you reported, Krycek.”

“I may be a green agent, Mulder, but this isn't my first rodeo.” He wipes the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb and then sucks it into his mouth salaciously, hollowing his cheeks for a punctuated effect. “I'll be back at the car when you need me.”

[overobsessedfanboy23]

Lizard Trail

YGO Rare Pair Week Day 7

Prompt: Trails/Camping

Pairing: Leo/Rally

Word Count: 968

Summary: Leo and Rally get lost on a nature trail together.

@ygorarepairweek tagging cuz my entries haven't been reblogged so far

“Rally… Are you sure we’re not lost?” Leo raised an eyebrow at the taller boy as he caught up to him.

Rally had stopped at a crossroads. Both routes lead down the mountain they'd hiked up, but because of that, they both looked practically identical, save for a stray boulder or fallen branch.

Sweat formed in Rally’s hairline. If he was being honest with himself, they’d been lost for a while. But he couldn’t tell Leo that! Leo would just freak out and if that happened, it would take them even longer to find the right way home! So Rally kept up the lie.

“Of course we’re not lost,” Rally insisted with a shrug and a chuckle. “What do you take me for?”

Leo frowned. “Someone who’s lost, honestly.”

“Well, I’m not!” Rally took Leo's hand, his tone boisterous. “Growing up in the Satellite gave me an innate sense of direction!”

“Yeah, for the city clearly! Not the wilderness!”

Panic slipped into Leo’s voice, making Rally stiffen. He’d been trying to give Leo a fun day out when he suggested they take this trail, not stress him out even more!

“We’re not in the wilderness, Leo,” Rally insisted, taking both of Leo’s hands this time. “We’re on a nature trail.”

“What’s the difference?!” Leo’s eyes were wild. “What’s stopping us from running into a lion or a wolf out here?!”

Rally couldn't bite back a chuckle. “The fact that neither of those animals live in this country.”

“O-oh…” Leo’s eye twitched a bit. “They don't?”

“No, they don’t. And there aren’t going to be any other dangerous animals out here. This place isn’t wild: it’s tamed countryside specifically for people to go on safe nature walks.”

“Well…” Leo’s shoulders relaxed a little. “I guess if you’re sure…” He looked back at the split path ahead. “So… Which way then…?”

“Um…”

Rally let go of Leo’s hands, turning away and discreetly flipping a coin on his finger. It landed on heads.

“This way!” Rally pointed to the left path, taking Leo’s hand in his other hand.

“Did you just flip a coin?” Leo asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Ha!” Rally forced a laugh as he led Leo down the left trail. “Good one, Leo!”

“I wasn’t- EEK!” Leo suddenly broke off with a squeal of alarm.

Rally flinched when a new weight was flung against his chest, making him stop in his tracks and instinctively throw his arms out to catch whatever it was. Turns out it was Leo jumping into his arms.

“LIZARD!” he yelled out, pointing at something.

“What?! Really?!” Rally perked up excitedly at the idea of a lizard.

Tilting his head to the side to see around Leo, he indeed caught a glimpse of a little green lizard darting off the edge of the trail and into the thick leafy undergrowth.

Rally frowned in disappointment. “Aww. I barely got to see it.”

“Lucky!” Leo wrapped his arms around Rally’s shoulders, and Rally noticed Leo was trembling. “That was so creepy! You said there wouldn’t be any wild animals out here!”

“I didn’t think we’d see a lizard,” Rally admitted in earnest. “But I wouldn’t really call a lizard ‘wild’. They’re pretty harmless to humans. A lot of people even have them as pets.”

“W-wha-? Really?!” Leo lifted his head, still not getting out of Rally’s arms as he met his gaze.

“Yeah.” Rally smiled a bit. “I honestly think lizards are really cute.”

“Well I don’t… And I don’t wanna be anywhere near another one! So! Why don't you just…” Leo gripped Rally's shoulders. “Carry me back to the city!”

Rally chuckled a bit. He thought Leo was being a little immature but wasn’t gonna complain about getting to carry him.

“Okay, no problem,” Rally replied with a shrug, continuing down the left trail.

“Thanks!” Leo’s eyes went wide for a moment. “I mean! Not that I was scared! I just didn’t want to accidentally step on a lizard since you love them so much!”

“Uh huh, uh huh.” Rally couldn’t keep the disbelief out of his tone.

It was beyond obvious that Leo was scared, Leo always tried to act tough when he was scared. Rally didn’t mind it though; it was kinda cute.

After a while of walking, Rally stopped in his tracks at the sight of two familiar figures up ahead on the trail.

“Is that…?”

“Yusei! Luna!” Leo, seemingly forgetting his fear, hopped right out of Rally’s arms and booked it down the path.

“Leo! Rally!” Luna brightened at the sight of them.

“Hey, Yusei!” Rally ran up to them as well, his hand on the back of his neck. “So you came out to find us or are you guys lost too?”

Leo staggered back with a horrified gasp. “So we WERE lost?!”

“Not anymore,” Yusei assured them quickly, dipping his head. “We figured you two might be lost so we all went out looking for you.”

“All of you?” Rally bit his lip.

Luna nodded. “Jack, Akiza, and Crow each took a different path.” She turned to Leo with an annoyed frown. “You were gone so long we got worried!”

Leo broke into a nervous chuckle. “Sorry, Luna. But I was fine! Rally was with me the whole time!”

“Yeah, I kept him safe from all the scary lizards,” Rally teased, nudging Leo's side.

H-hey! -Leo's face was bright red as he exclaimed, -I wasn't scared! I just didn't wanna hurt your feelings by accidentally stepping on them.

Luna chuckled a bit. “Well, at least we found you. Come on, let’s get back to the city.”

“And get donuts?” Leo suggested with a bright smile as he followed his sister.

Luna rolled her eyes. “Pft. No way. You’re hyper enough as it is.”

“Aww!” Leo and Rally groaned in unison.

[fcntasmas]

i have, at one point or another, been tagged in some form of "wip game" iteration by @mellaithwen, @renecdote, @nymika-arts, @capseycartwright, @littlespoonevan, @househusbandbuck & probably more people that my mentions simply do not go all the way back to rip

because it's neither wednesday, nor thursday, nor friday, nor sunday, nor any other day that's usually reserved for the writing progress, i'm gonna go ahead and call this "catch-all thursday," as in, idk, take your pick of weekday and consider yourself tagged in a wip game fajsklfj

here's a sneak at what i'm working on currently (which is, incidentally, not the longfic i was supposed to work on during my week off, lmao. inspiration amirite):

“One time thing,” he promises, and Buck’s exhale, though shaky, is filled with relief. “It was probably just the adrenaline, anyway.”

Buck’s hands slide off his face, and he nods resolutely, like he wants desperately to believe what Eddie’s saying. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Yeah, that was — and,” he licks his lips, looking a little nervous. “I don’t — have a lot of friends my age,” he admits, sounding embarrassed, despite clearly doing his best not to. Still, he meets Eddie’s gaze, and it’s so fucking earnest Eddie almost pulls him into a hug, out of pure sympathy. “Sex would complicate things, anyway.”

Eddie doesn’t say he wouldn’t know, as to not freak Buck out. Instead, he reaches out to squeeze Buck’s shoulder, offers him a teasing smile. “Are you calling me your friend, Buckley?”

Buck rolls his eyes, weakly slaps Eddie’s hand away. “Shut up.”

“I’m your friend,” Eddie insists, and Buck snorts with laughter when Eddie shoves him sideways with his hips. “To think, this morning you were plotting where you’d bury me—”

“I wouldn’t bury you, I’d cremate you—”

“To think, this morning you were plotting where you’d spread my remains, and now you’ve not only let me touch your dick—”

Buck’s laughter is coming in uncontrollably. “Eddie—”

“—but you’re calling me your friend,” he winks exaggeratedly at Buck, grin as cocky as he can muster. “All in a day’s work.”

Once Buck’s laughter subsides, he nods toward the door before looking back at Eddie. “We should probably get back,” he suggests, then pauses, hesitating only for a second. “And for the record,” he adds, pushing himself off the wall and walking to the door. He pauses with his hand over the knob, looks over his shoulder, and offers Eddie a shit-eating grin. “I would’ve let you touch my dick either way.”

i will tag, again, everyone i just tagged above, plus: @tripleaxeldiaz, @tawaifeddiediaz, @usercowboy, @enchantedbuckley, @homerforsure, @sibylsleaves, + anyone else who may be writing something and wants to share! MWAH

[captainaikus]

Nsfw, Bachira please? "I love you, my Monster, but...please, can't you be a but gentle with me? You know I've never been with anyone before you, so I'm not sure how much I can take..." (ty ty ty!! ☺️)

Tags ; virgin kink and tainting.

Meguru : “you’ve never been with anyone else before? You better not be lying to me.” he grits out, hand sinking into the flesh of your thigh making you wince when you show him your earnest expression.

“You weren’t kidding…” he says looking down at your cunt.

“I’m gonna taint you.” He whispers, a strong hand placed on your hip while the other pumps his cock, dipping the head of it into your pussy. Groaning as he’s sunk himself inside you, he makes you face him, fingertips digging into your cheek as you felt his lips millimeters away from yours.

“I’m gonna taint you mine. You can’t run from me. You can’t hide from me. We’re one now. And you’ll belong to me.”

[distractivate]

10 Random Lines

Thanks for the tag @missgeevious, @cinnaluminum, and @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3!

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or three), and share it! Then tag 10 people. 

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The Last Rose Video: He’s been cataloging Patrick’s smiles from tight to full-on and ornery to adoring and this one is saying I know you’re full of shit and I’m gonna enjoy this until I’ve watched you make an absolute fool of yourself. It would be an asshole move except David knows that when Ms. Bloomfield is revealed to be none other than Alexis Rose, Patrick is going to let her down easy. That’s just Patrick. It’s why David’s falling for him. And since when did he use phrases like ‘falling for him’? 

The Person You Marry: These are items David has learned to accept, even adore, because they are signs that he has made a home with the man he loves, a man who is distinct from him even while he becomes ever more a part of him. That doesn’t mean he has to look at these things when he walks past.

Blackbird, Fly: As Patrick turns and picks up speed on a smoother, wider road, it’s... like flying, actually. It’s exhilarating. The feel of Patrick, strong and capable and solid against him. The feel of air moving over his skin. The way the scenery blurs and feels less foreign for it.

Beneath the Winter Snow: For a minute David thinks he’s going to kiss him. David closes his eyes and longs for the familiar press of Patrick’s lips. But Patrick backs away instead. “You owe it to me to tell me if I should move on. Because from where I’m standing, David, it looks like you’re no more ready to move on than I am.”

He Sees You: Patrick almost does want to get into it; he loves bickering with David almost as much as he loves caring for him. Half the time it’s one and the same. 

Getting Over Getting Older All the Time: Over a three-month span of time, a number of things happen so closely together and in such a well-ordered sequence that Patrick is lulled into thinking that the resulting decisions are blessed by the earnest and supportive push of fate.

A Secret Power: Lou’s fingers unravel her braid so slowly, so carefully. The gentle tug makes her scalp tingle, makes her body tremble. The unwinding is a tease of what Lou’s hands can do to her. Rachel thinks of a dozen things to say, but they all cram together in her throat. And since none of them are stop, I don’t want this, since all she can think is I want you like I want to breathe, she doesn’t try to free them.

Seasons of Love: “Well damn, I could’ve told you that,” Ronnie says with a laugh, which makes Patrick laugh too. “That’s why you think I don’t like you. I don’t need you.” / Patrick is about to disagree, but he can’t. Not really. / “I’m still not convinced you like me,” he says instead. / She shrugs but doesn’t confirm or deny.

Under There: The way their laughter fills in around them, the way it crowds out Patrick’s uncertainty, his concerns about logistics, the awkwardness of shifting a knee here or an elbow there as they figure out all the ways they fit together… Maybe it’s weird, but he’s convinced that they need it for now, that neither of them have laughed enough during sex with other partners.

Over the Rainbow: Lucien dug a navy blue T-shirt out from behind the pillows and unfurled it in dramatic fashion. Oliver examined the shirt, which was plain apart from the simple white text: Gay My Way Yes Priya It’s Supposed to be Boring the Whole Point is to Avoid Traditional Queer Iconography. / Oliver took the T-shirt for closer inspection. “Do you think this is a you problem or a them problem, at this point?”

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I think I'm supposed to tag some people but honestly nothing triggers my social anxiety more. If you want to join in, please share your 10 random lines (or however many you have)!

[sunset-a-story]

Manuscript Word Search Tag Game

I was tagged for this one back-to-back by both @words-after-midnight and @leebrontide--thanks for tagging me! Doing two of these separately felt like a bit much so I'm combining the two word lists I was given.

No pressure tagging @lexiklecksi, @moonandris, and @lettiekorywrites

Your words: grip, cold, palms, smirk, twist

My words: hands, flesh, crime, jump, why

Hands

“Find some gauze or something,” he told Alex. She put her hands on Gareth’s arms and pushed. “If the two of you don’t let go of me I will methodically spit on you in your sleep.” He took a step back raising an eyebrow at Alex. “It’s just infected. I’m not fucking dying.”

Flesh

“Why do you think it was Entropy?” Penn breathed out through his nose. “Most of this wasn’t scavenging. This was a Phage.” He froze up, his mind straying back to the gruesome mangled flesh. “How sure are you?” Penn didn’t waver. “I think I know what those teeth marks look like.”

Crime

“What is this?” he hissed to Reeve, jutting his chin out. Reeve’s voice had that flat tone of being two places at once. “It looks like organized crime.” Gareth skewed up his face. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound most of the time?” Reeve didn’t answer and kept his head down, eyes vacant. “‘Organized crime,’” Gareth mocked under his breath.

Jump

This video was slow a pan of the square from the opposite direction as the first. Penn picked out the same man from his clothing far off in one corner. Then the man teleports closer to the camera, facing forward, and Penn began to sweat in earnest. It was someone he recognized. The boy taking the video says, “Whoa,” and focuses his camera on the group of people the man was with. Five people facing the camera, three facing away. There’s a tense moment when one of the three makes a lunge for the two beside him and this time, it was this other man who teleported. The boy half-shouts, “Shit!” and the five people's heads turn. The camera shakes and jumps as the boy runs and the video ends. Penn checked the views. Twenty-five thousand. Penn put his head in his hands. “Get the bots on it. Get whoever does our masked magician video channel working on creating a video breaking down how this 'trick' was done. I’m going to prepare to crash and scrub the site.”

Why

His dad sighed and shoved his phone back into the pocket of his suit pants. “I don’t know why they can’t keep this shit to the hardwood floors or tile. I’ve told them enough times. That is never getting clean.” “Who is it?” Wyatt croaked, taking a step back. Was it? Adler scratched his head. “Well, it’s Ronnie’s room so we’re just gonna have to assume it’s him until he shows up somewhere. I didn’t forget breakfast--” Wyatt groaned and averted his eyes from the bed. “Can we not talk about food right now?”

[ashirisu]

Tag Game: Find the Words

This looks really fun—thanks for the tag, @vicstmichael! I decided to pull from a handful of different flash fiction and short story projects since Alter Ego is still mostly in the outlining stage!

My words are: gentle, curse, forgive, star, and endless.

Gentle

It was two hours past midnight, and the gentle midwinter frost that had formed across the estate grounds found itself abruptly shattered in the wake of Baz’s footsteps as he jogged through the grass. The chill air stung the cracks in his knuckles and the split on his lip, which burst anew with a coppery pain every time he worried it with his tongue.

Curse

“Look, I know none of us were as excited about the whole ‘job to end all jobs’ thing as you were,” she said, “but I’m getting bad vibes here, hon. Like, fully spine-crawling. Whatever’s under that sheet is probably cursed. It’s not worth it—I really think we should sit this one out and wait for the next opportunity.”

Forgive

He’d done everything that was asked of him. He’d done (almost) everything right, had followed his logic and morality and faith, hoping time and time again that his earnest and blind devotion would eventually reap rewards. Yet time and time again, he seemed to fall just short of earning a moment of peace. Time and time again, he was bent to the point of breaking—forced to question when he was expected to answer, to doubt when he needed to be certain, to forgive when he wanted to fight—all in pursuit of some intangible “right thing” that seemed increasingly unattainable.

Star

His legs carry me back to the study, and he minds my fingers as he pours the wax; out of kindness or apathy, I cannot tell. I feel my control slipping from my hand through the process; by the time the letter is sealed and laying neatly atop the desk, I only have the strength to look out the window one last time. It’s dingy, but I can just make out the bright stars studding the blackened velvet of the London sky.

Endless

This could be the opportunity he’d been looking for—a chance to do some real good. A chance to expose the corruption running rampant across Municipal City and stop crime at its source, rather than endlessly fighting the symptoms. And isn’t that what he’d run away for in the first place? What risk was he really taking?

Honestly, I think ctrl+f'ing my way through my various Scrivener drafts ended up painting a better picture of my writing style than just pulling from a single WIP. It does mean that most of the excerpts come from D&D drabbles, but what are ya gonna do? I am who I am.

I'm tagging @moondust-bard, @vsnotresponding, and @oh-no-another-idea! Your words are contain, freedom, paper, graceful, and device. Please tag me so I can see your results!

[yzeltia]

WIP Tag Game!

Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

At present, there had not been a conversation I felt like engaging with among my acquaintances. So I stuck my nose into one of my books, catching up on the story of two Tia poised to become Nuhn, yet struggling with their love for one another. I'd felt no shame in reading such a thing openly among my more, seemingly prudish, Sharlayan peers. Nor did I find myself so interesting that anyone would care to inquire what it was I was reading. I was wrong.

“Hey, did you get to the first of the cave scenes yet?”

I didn’t stir, at least not right away. When no one answered, I looked up, finding an earnest set of brown eyes upon me, and then I was struck by the Maiden herself. I’d often read of meet-cutes like this and had only thought them reserved for the story tales that they came from and yet… for a moment, the world only consisted of myself and the smiling brown-haired Elezen awaiting my answer. 

“They’ve been twice now,” I answered, letting my gaze drift, suddenly so much more aware of everyone around us.

“Ah, so you’re not even in the thick of it yet,” the Elezen said before letting out a little laugh.

“Not quite,” I started, hesitating for a moment before asking, “Were you drawn to this book for a particular reason?”

“Yeah, I enjoy romantic literature. It’s a bit of a guilty pleasure.”

“This genre in particular though?”

Caution had started to set in. I already stood out too much between being new and rivaling in height with most of the professors. I didn’t want to jump eagerly at this moment and gain a reputation as someone easily moonstruck. While my heart had taken flight, my head at least had the sense enough to reign me in. Love at first sight only exists for the drama of a story. I knew that in my core.

“Yeah. Like I said, a guilty pleasure,” my classmate added with a little wink.

I went silent in the wake of the gesture,  trying to decode a singular gesture into an infinite cosmos of meaning. Every inch of my person felt like it was on fire as head fought against heart over one of the briefest interactions that had occurred between myself and a classmate. I was rigid, too stunned to do anything more than watch as the strange Elezen packed up his things as he turned away to call for someone else to get ready for their next class.

“Let me know what you think when you reach the end,” the friendly stranger requested before wandering back towards the Studium as he regrouped with some passing students as they headed back toward the Studium.

“Davaaz? Davaaz!”

My own name was foreign to me, even as it was yelled across the table. It took Roelle pulling my book out of my hands for my body to put itself back together enough for me to have control once more.

“A thousand pardons. I’m not sure what came over me just now.”

“Do you need to go to the infirmary?”

I looked at Roelle, my friend understandably worried. I doubted greatly that the petrification of one’s heart was something that would be able to be treated. More so, not something I cared to admit ailed me. 

“No, worry not. I was simply lost in thought. Say, do you know the name of the gentleman that was sitting beside me?”

“Valtemont? He’s actually a childhood friend of mine, though I imagine that’s a shared sentiment with many native students here. He’s just one of those people that ends up befriending everyone they meet.”

“Valtemont,” I repeated, looking up the hill.

Tagged by @autumnslance  . I've only got two things actively being worked on right now and you've seen them both so had to start one of my other projects! Only gonna tag @goldencrusader cause I feel like everyone else I know has been tagged at this point!

[windmilltothestars]

15 Questions Meme!

Not really tagged by @magnetocerebro but it’s been a while and I’m in the mood, so why not?

1. Are you named after anyone?

Sort of?  I apparently had an ancestor named Malinda Minerva Spanigal!  Is that not the coolest name ever??  My parents also found ‘Malina’ in a name book or something and decided they liked the sound and meaning of it and it could also honor the ancestor but just knock of the ‘d’!

2. What was the last time you cried?

It’s actually not too recently, oddly enough!  I’ve been a little on edge for hormonal reasons the past few days, and the good ol’ dissatisfaction with my current place in the world, but I’ll cite the funniest example.  I watched an episode of Hercules: The Legendary Journeys where the people tried to put Herc on trial for inspiring people to endanger themselves by trying to be ‘heroes’ and how ‘heroes’ had no place in a civilized society.  But in the end he gave a passionate speech about what it means to be a hero and if that’s wrong in the modern world, he’ll gladly go to prison for it, and then all his friends stood up and did the “I am Spartacus” thing to stand by him, and I’m not gonna lie, I got a little choked up.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope!  This is unusual among my high school classmates, but normal among my college friends.  I do have two cats that I unload my motherly feelings on, though, along with some of my friends’ kids, to whom I am an honorary auntie.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I’ve come around to being mostly irony-free and earnest!  However, I feel being around my brother brings out my sarcastic side.  And sometimes I will try to use sarcasm for good, ie. sarcastically complaining about my friends’ qualities that are clearly false and the opposite of their best qualities, to demonstrate how absurd their own self-criticism is to me.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I mean, obviously just seeing them I’ll notice what they look like, but I feel I am also very attuned to the kind of energy people project, and shy away from certain kinds of energy and gravitate toward others.  I don’t mean anything weird and spiritual by this, I just mean the vibes and emotions I pick up from the way people talk, carry themselves, respond to others, etc.

6. What’s your eye color?

It’s a dull greyish shade of green or blue that looks greener or bluer or brighter depending on what I’m wearing.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I mean, for sure happy endings!  There’s certain brands of ‘horror’ that aren’t too rough for me and have elements I do enjoy, but often that milder horror will have a happy ending, too!

8. Any special talents?

Well, if I’m honest, I have no false modesty about my singing voice.  In fact, I have been known (to my shame) to get a little vain or show-offy about it.  But so many people tell me it’s nice, and I take great joy in singing, and I like the sound of it, too, and I have a special pride when I am able to lead people in song because my voice is on-pitch and strong and confident.

9. Where were you born?

Billings, Montana!

10. What are you hobbies?

At the moment?  I’m trying to get back into drawing and writing fanfics.  But I have not achieved massive success so far!  I’ve had more success reading through my third biography of Lafayette, and writing weird meta-essays comparing fandom stuff . . . When I’m with like-minded friends, we always sing folk-songs or hymns together, and that’s always a wonderful time!  Occasionally I enjoy playing my guitar alone or cross-stitching as well . . .  To simplify, my hobbies are everything and nothing!!

11. Do you have any pets?

Cats!  My two girls I adopted in Korea, Kartoshka (Toshka for short) and Dulcinea (Dulcie for short) have now joined their venerable old uncle Phoenix, whom I got in high school and who stayed with my parents while I was in Korea.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I used to play softball in middle school, and I took a summer course in Mixed Martial Arts once.  When I was a little girl, I took ballet.  But I’m not super-athletic by nature, so I haven’t played in quite a while.

13. How tall are you?

5′3′‘-5′4′‘ I think.

14. Favorite subject in school?

English, Choir, Art (specifically loved my sculpture class; my teacher was amazing!) and Acting in high school.  Really loved my Philosophy class and Classical Mythology class when I got to college, but my FAVORITE class of my college career was Screenwriting!

15. Dream job?

Well, as you can see by my favorite subjects and favorite hobbies, my interests are very wide across the spectrum of the arts!  Do I wanna be a musical theatre actress?  A folk/filk singer?  A stage or film director, or actress?  A screenwriter?  An author of fiction or an author of comparative literature criticism?  A comic book writer/illustrator?  A sculptor?  An English teacher or college lecturer who just gets to monologue about my favorite books and themes as a living?  A youtuber who does the same?  All of the above and more? 

But also, my career experience so far has been in International ESL Education, and I do love working with kids!  I specifically loved working closer with individual kids in a tutoring capacity, while also experiencing new cultures!  So I was looking into au pair/governess stuff . . .

Following in the footsteps of my esteemed forebear, I won’t tag anyone specifically, but welcome anyone who sees this (especially if we know each other!) to participate, if they feel so inclined! :)