You’re the ‘you’
in my happy poetry,
and that’s like reaching the top
of the stairs
and taking one more step.
You’re my single moment of unexpected freefall.
Q:"Please, put it DOWN." Michael with ur choice of person/people
"Mogar, please, put it down."
The King’s voice was gentle, but there was a line of fear underlying his words. It brought a grin to the warrior’s face, and he steeled his grip on his sword. The blue diamond seemed to glow against the pale skin of the King’s spy, the man in creeper garb.
Mogar knew he’d found the King’s weakness months ago. It had always been a matter of time, a matter of patience.
What would it take to get King Ryan on his knees for Mogar?
His name was Gavin, and if the King didn’t want his blood decorating the floor of the throne room, he would listen well.
"I have demands," Mogar bellowed. Gavin whimpered. Mogar was so close, he could feel the vibration down his blade. "Starting with this one," he added thoughtfully.
He hoped Gavin would be as loyal to him as he was to his previous King.
Q:joelay, "Don’t trust me."
(Oh my goodness, how did you even find me, I’ve never even written Joelay, great, I made myself nervous…)
When Ray starts working for Achievement Hunter, Joel hardly notices. He notices insofar as the kid’s working for his company. And he notices insofar as he has the most obvious fucking boner for Joel.
Joel doesn’t care.
Not like a sociopath doesn’t care, but—he just doesn’t because he knows better.
And Ray sends him these messages, shoots him these looks, grins when he messes with him.
He shouldn’t still want him, not the way Joel treats him.
He’s drunk one night at Geoff’s—Joel, not Ray, never Ray, and what another reason he should stay the fuck away. Joel’s a bad influence. He works too much and drinks too much and wants too much.
Joel is too much.
Ray would shrink under all that, and he deserves more than that.
"You shouldn’t do that," Joel says out of nowhere, thinking about the way Ray’s eyes follow him, linger in all the right places.
"So stop me," Ray says, and Joel’s attention snaps to him.
"You definitely shouldn’t do that."
"Don’t trust me," he says. His heart is pounding, too much, too much when he stumbles away from the couch.
Q:Yay! Also. When you're coming down eat waffles and touch yourself. You won't regret it. (for prompt meme. an AH otp with michael.)
(Jay prompted me with Jack/Gavin and bubbles in my OT6verse.)
The only people who say bubble baths and jacuzzis don’t go together are people who don’t like fun, Gavin argued. Or, Jack thinks, watching the bubbles rise, people who don’t have a manchild for a boyfriend.
Q:sex pollen au in a minecraft au of ryan/gavin :P
(Wow, this changed tone like three times and took me longer to write than it should have. But my first public AH fic!)
It was an accident.
Potions were tricky, and working with anything from the Nether had its risks.
Ultimately, Ryan should have been happy that the potion didn’t kill Gavin.
(Yeah, okay, it was a weak argument.)
I just finished reading Fight Club and I’m pretty sure Palahniuk is still in my brain because my inner monologue on the way to work sounded awfully Durden-esque.
Q:since you asked me pov, you do pov too
Tony’s breaths were even and measured, the only thing he could hear, drowning out the camera shutters, the clamoring of questions. He could feel the air like water closing over his head, taking him under.
He reached to Bruce like a lifeline.
He waved and smiled, and the noise became words. He said them back, cheerful and practiced.
And he never dropped his hand.
Q:The end -- failing that, First!
"I was thinking," Bruce drew out the words like taffy. "Somewhere sunny. And hot. White sand beach. Cool ocean breeze.
"Nobody around for miles. Just you and me."
Bruce considered this. “And JARVIS.”
Tony’s grin turned playful. “Darcy? Maybe Pepper in a bikini?”
"Didn’t anyone tell you you should quit while you’re ahead?"
"Please," Tony scoffed. "What about Rhodey—you should see him in a speedo!"
hard to parse,
but original, casual, something
new and comfortable.