#iaslis

He’s so sexy 🤤🤤🤤

this is GENUINELY the most beautiful thing i've ever set my eyes upon. bless you leechi bless you you've somehow outdone yourself.

crying real tears this is exactly the vision. i can't put into words how much i love this. even if you're evil, leechi

Hanky panky in his sexy yjs uniform spspspsppsps come get your food 🤑🤑

once again this is absolute peak i'm actually crying. this is the vision. i can't believe THE hank olson fan sent me this!! i am eating it up.

very excited to write some olson just for you muah muah

In that moment, Olson is certain of one thing: He would do anything for the wilderness. For Stebbins. Were they so different? To Olson, they weren’t. They were one and the same, the wilderness and Stebbins, which rendered him special. He was chosen by the wilderness, and now by Olson himself. It made Olson feel powerful. For the first time since the crash, Olson was in control, and of something so great. 

[or, olson and stebbins celebrate doomcoming]

“Really,” Stebbins urged, nervously rubbing the hem of his sweater between his fingers. The fabric felt rougher than he remembered. Truly, he wanted to be seen, to be talked to. “I can’t— I mean, I really shouldn’t.”

Stebbins didn’t want to admit why he hadn’t had a drink all night; why he didn’t drink in general. Truly, he didn’t. But Olson was looking at him like he wasn’t leaving without some kind of concession, and it made Stebbins feel guilty to deny him one. It was none of Olson’s business, and if Stebbins were a betting man, he’d bet that Olson wouldn’t even remember this encounter the next morning. 

Good thing Stebbins wasn’t a betting man. 

[or, a mishap at the musketeers' sendoff party]

next chapter of my TLW yellowjackets au is up now :)

McVries lets out a long breath. “No, just one more time.” After that, they could bring Olson and Baker in for a full set. 

Garraty looks unsure, but he goes back to his mark with a shrug anyways. 

McVries steps back to the start, feeling every inch of the rubber under his spikes. All together, it starts to feel overwhelming: The faint noises of the other runners shoving and heckling each other behind the fence, the buzz of the lighting above the track, the wind brushing along his arms. If he focuses on that cool, relaxing feeling enough, it might be able to calm him down. 

You know how to do this. You’ve done it a thousand times, remember? You’re team captain for a reason. 

But what reason? 

[or, practice goes awry]

He figured it was none of his business, but that didn’t quench the uneasy feeling he had; the uneasy feeling that Stebbins made him feel. He looks back at McVries, shaking his head as if it would shake the worry from his mind. “Ready for takeoff?”  Garraty shakes a pill into his hand and dry-swallows it. His palms were already sweaty, but it was nothing unusual. “Yeah. I think so.” “Nervous?” “A little. I’m not a great flier,” Garraty admits, but it didn’t feel like McVries was judging him for it. In the corner of his eye, he sees Coach board the plane, and knows they’re just about ready to take off. That must be everyone, now. They’ve got practically a full team; Garraty had underestimated how many people were attending. “Don’t be,” McVries grins and slides the cover of their window open. “Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the view.”

[in which the Musketeers prepare for sendoff]

chapter 1 of my long walk yellowjackets au is up now!!

Barkovitch, still slouched at the front, had turned from the window. The corner of his mouth twitched; not quite a smile yet, but close enough. Collie elbowed him lightly, shook his head, and muttered something that looked like “idiots.” Even still, he seemed to be in a good mood.

McVries caught it instantly and grinned wider. “Damn right we are, Parker,” he shouted, his voice growing hoarse, but that didn’t stop him. “A bunch of National-bound idiots.”

And in that moment, Peter McVries was certain that nothing could bring them down.

[or, just the beginning]