everyone freaks out when elphaba's okay and endeared and maybe even a little bit turned on when galinda twirls around saying shit like "you're the toughest case i've yet to face" and "you've got an awfully long way to go" and calling her dreary. but no one complains about book glinda getting horny (at nessa's funeral!) when elphaba sees her after ghosting her for twenty years and is straight up like "wow glinda you look awful what the fuck is wrong with you." why is this? 🤔🤔🤔
Essentially a crack AU based solely around my need for Alastor and Rosie to share more dances, haha! Can be platonic OR romantic -either works! I’ve only had this AU for 30 seconds BUT IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO IT I WOULD—
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In her desperation to flourish beneath the circus spotlight that her father left behind, Charlie seeks out the guidance of Alastor -a selfish, prideful, self-starter businessman- in hopes that he can help to keep the family business afloat.
Amused by the entire concept, and perhaps a bit tipsy at the time, Alastor agrees to assist the circus on the down-low. But things quickly get complicated when he catches the eye of aerialist Rosie, and his ex-business partner-turned theater critic, Vox.
Rosie falls first, but Alastor falls much harder. For the first time in his career, he considers setting aside personal gain for the simple delights of companionship —a family that he feared he would never get to have.
But that small part of Alastor that feels, also fears.
🎶“I’m bound to break… And you don’t deserve that.”🎶
I keep seeing posts about Ivan being the only one who didn't have someone to die for him. But you can't say Till wouldn't.
You can't say Till didn't give up so Ivan could live.
Off the Rails
rating: t
word count: 946
cw: talk of sex, the expected mile high club shenanigans, very brief discussion of drugs and alcohol
tags: established relationship, rockstar!eddie, spoils of being rich, the fun of annoying your partner
written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt "delayed flight"
author's notes: this is a bit of banter-y warm up, really. I haven't written anything I didn't instantly hate in far too long. I like this enough to hit publish so please be kind.
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Nothing said “the rules don’t apply to me” like a private plane. Being famous came with more frustration than fun but at least Eddie could fly in this carpeted hotel room with a bed and all the liquor he could want. There were no crying babies, no seatmate eating tuna sandwiches, and everyone had to listen to his music.
He also got to bring Steve and they didn’t have to pretend they were just friends. The stewardesses and pilots were thoroughly vetted, hired to be discreet and turn a blind eye to things. That was usually meant for drugs and mistresses but it worked for dating a man.
Though they did get high on the plane too, there weren’t too many people that were going to complain about the front man of a heavy metal band smoking a bit of weed. Commercial flights were cracking down on smoking of any kind so it was just another wonderful reason to fly private.
Eddie could sing the praises of this perk all night long. Except for tonight. They’d been stuck in line to take off for four hours. Four incredibly long hours, unable to do much of anything because they were surely going to take off any minute now. Something they’d all said, pilots included, to themselves for two hundred and fifty minutes.
Instead of getting the go-ahead, they had to go back to the gate. The cabin crew had to clock out; they were only scheduled for so long, it was a two and a half hour flight, so they were working on doubling their time.
A new crew was on the way but for a half hour, it’d be Eddie, Steve, and their two pilots. Which wouldn’t be so bad were Steve not in an ever-worsening bad mood. He wanted to be home, he wanted to be in the air, anything but hot, hungry, and stationary.
Something Eddie had already tried to help with by getting a message to the incoming flight attendants to bring some burgers, fries, and milkshakes. Steve was never going to survive on peanuts and pretzels, and Eddie wasn’t looking to be involved in the first mile-high murder.
It sparked an idea to pass the time or annoy Steve so much he stopped talking. Not a win-win but either was better than listening to Steve stomp around the plane, ranting about things they couldn’t control.
Sitting down next to Steve on the sofa he was stewing on, Eddie crowded into his space. There was a specific set of moves Eddie used to be annoying, something fun but attention seeking. It was something only Steve found endearing and Eddie was using that to his advantage.
“Wanna join the mile high club?” He whispered, smoothing a hand over Steve’s thigh.
Despite shifting to get closer, throwing a leg over Steve’s and kissing his neck, Eddie could hear the eye roll. That wasn’t even an audible thing but Steve made it a whole production. Eddie knew him too well, he knew what went with that huff.
“C’mon,” Eddie encouraged with a few more kisses. “All this time with a bed and we’ve never tried it.”
“We aren’t even in the air,” Steve scoffed.
Playing his part, Eddie sat back with surprise. “Nowhere in ‘joining the mile high club’ does it say people are in the air.”
“What do you think ‘mile high’ means?”
“In planes?” Eddie said, playing dumb.
“Then it would just be called sex in planes, Eddie.”
The annoyance was slowly turning into something Eddie was used to, something he could work with. It was less over the situation and more with Eddie and that felt comfortable, at least. Having sex wasn’t as important here as getting Steve out of this funk. Though if they had a bit of fun, who would complain?
“That’s not even a club.”
“Yeah, it’s only a club when it’s on a plane for some reason.”
Eddie moved back in close, cuddling up against Steve. The arm placed around his back said this plan was going the best possible way.
“Okay, okay, cool. When we land–”
“We haven’t even taken off.”
“When we land, I’m going to get something going on trains. It’ll be great for the American railway. All the kids will be trying to get wrecked on the tracks or something. I’ll have to workshop the name but you get the point.”
“A train bathroom might be the only thing worse than an airplane bathroom.”
“We have a private room. Aren’t there things like that on trains?”
“I don’t know. Who travels by travel?”
“We’ve gotten way off track,” Eddie said with an unearned laugh as he straddled Steve’s legs, settling comfortably on his knees.
Again, there was another trademark eyeroll and Eddie couldn’t blame him. The pun was equal parts good and bad.
“We can’t join the mile high club if we’re still on the ground. The whole point is it’s happening in the air.”
“Which seems like a dumb qualification and really, really getting in the way of us wasting time,”
“Yeah, well, I’m sure the pilots appreciate that.”
“I thought you were more creative than that. I tell them to mind their business, they do, and we play some Metallica, they’ll never know.”
Steve sat there, looking off to the side and pretending he wasn’t going to cave. Eddie’s favorite part of the game.
They’d play a bit of chicken and maybe they would actually be in the air before Steve finally caved and cranked the tunes. It’d be a well-earned win but the game was just as fun. Worst case, they wouldn’t kill each other waiting to be cleared for take off.
Okay there is an INEXCUSABLE drought of Jeric fics!! And y'know what that means? That means it's time to be the change I wanna see in the world.
Pleassseeeeee everyone give me ideas bc lwk I can only think of so much. I'll take anything— any kind of AU, any trope, any concept ever. I promise you I'll take my best shot at it 💪🏼
I’m curious what other people think as I’m gathering my thoughts for a post-possession/pre-skybound story that focuses on Nya’s experience with “joining the team” (I put that in quotes because I didn’t know she wasn’t part of the team until Lloyd gathered ‘the team’ without her) and what the media would have really been saying about her as a 15/16 year old girl in the public eye.
What do you think not sanitized for 7 to 12 year olds media/public perception would be? It always jumps out to me that they only ask girls of ninja dating age about her in that montage.
I remember when twitter got banned here in Brazil and me and a bunch of people started using VPN to get in and just kept using it, then like two days later the news came out with the info that anyone messing around on twitter would get a R$50,000 fine (about $10k) and they’d track who was on it. I was scared shitless for like two weeks thinking the cops were gonna knock on my door
