#simba scrawls

another kiss meme

What was he even doing here? Asking Jay of all people how to ask someone out on a date. He didn’t know what thought process had gotten him to this moment, knowing full well that he wasn’t thinking about asking some girl. Hell, Carlos didn’t even like girls. Jane was nice, but she was his friend, someone he had grown close to since they had come to Auradon and was glad to see around.

Jay just smiles at him, blinding and so certain as he leans casually against the wall as if he doesn’t realize how awesome he looks. And he does look awesome, handsome. Carlos can barely even keep up, already losing track of everything that he was just told and furrowing his brows as his eyes drop to the side, worry curling in his stomach.

“Hey, ‘Los? You alright? Lookin’ kinda pale there.”

“What – oh, yeah, I, um. I’m fine. Listen, Jay… about what you said with all of that.”

“Yeah? I told you, it’s easy —”

“No, no, I – what if the person you wanted to ask out was…”

He swallows, this was the moment…. but he falls short. The words a friend fail to tumble out and he’s left floundering like a fish out of water. What was he suppose to do. Jay is busy looking at him like he’s wanting to help, but missing a piece of the puzzle and as true as that is… Man, Carlos wishes he could just —-

And then… and then he does.

Carlos’ hands come up and take hold of the taller boy’s face and pull him into a kiss. It’s quick and he stumbles back afterwards, hands balling into fists and face flushing so pink that it almost hides his freckles from view.

Now he’s really done it.

Jay stares at him in confusion and amazement and then there’s a quirk at the corner of his lips and, fuck, Carlos’ heart stutters in his chest and he’s so painfully, irrevocably aware of just how fucking screwed he is.

“A friend?”

Is all that Jay supplies, finishing Carlos’ long forgotten sentence before stepping forward and leaning into the young De Vil’s space with one hand gently flicking his finger to move Carlos’ hair from his face and kiss him. It’s not as fast or rushed as the one Carlos gave him, barely a brush of lips, this one is slow and careful and meaningful to the point that he is lost in it until Jay pulls back enough to speak.

“Will you go out with me?”

Damn, that was fitting — and really smooth.

“Yeah, of course I will, Jay.”

Jay grins.

“Good cause that’s how you do it.”

for this is how you share your heart.

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

The words carry a heavy weight with them from across the space of Rook’s room. Ben is only a few feet away, eyes steady and as determined at the Revonnahgander has ever seen them. He thinks that no one would be able to look to those eyes and recognize the look for what it is. Most people only see the joking side of the hero, only see him putting a front of cocky smiles and over-confidence, but this --- this is the side of him that only so many get to see. It makes his breath catch in his throat, not wanting to look down to what Ben holds in his hand because of what it would mean.

It’s the reconstruction of the same remote that he had gotten a hold of while Ben was under the influence of Nyancy. He remembers clearly the dulled out pain in his partner’s gaze as he had been switched unwillingly from form to form. A weight settles deep within his chest at the memory, making it hard to breath with how heavy it is as though it takes up too much space for any air to be allowed into his lungs.

He doesn’t like that the plumbers made another as thought Ben is someone who might one day go out of control and they need some sort of insurance.

“Ben, I do not ---”

“Rook, you’re the only one. I don’t trust anyone else to hold onto this and maybe... it’ll come in handy.”

There’s no trace of shaking fear in his voice, but Rook can hear the tension just underneath and the meaning behind it. If something goes wrong, the last thing Ben wants to be is a threat to everyone around him. He’s already gone through that once recently, making no mention of time he was hypnotized as a kid or the alternate versions of him that Rook has been made aware of. The very ones that prove what kind of damage Ben is capable of if his life had gone differently.

Rook has no right to deny him this security and he can’t stomach the thought of a faceless plumber holding the remote in his hands.

“Alright, but I do not think that I will have need of it.”

His hand is just steady enough to take the remote from Ben’s slack grip, it feels like it should be heavier than it is with everything that it resembles. The sudden and complete desire to destroy it surges through him to tighten his grip. Fingers twitching around a control to the omnitrix, barely restraining himself from crushing it in his palm. They would just make another. At least like this, Rook can keep anyone from using against the human he has come to love.

When Ben smiles, it makes his chest ache from the bittersweet twist he can see across the edges and how it falls just short of his eyes.

“Probably not.”

based in this present day au

There’s a chill to the air where Nick can see his breath with every exhale without the need for a cigarette. Beside him, he hears every crunch of Vash’s boots through the lingering snow on the sidewalk on their way home from their date with warmth being sapped from exposed skin and making the blond’s nose and cheeks tint to a pinkish color.

The glow catches his eyes, draws his attention away for a moment and pulls him into his own thoughts before he can really think about it. Only when Vash smiles at him, sunshine bright in how it spreads over his features does he turn away under the guise of grabbing a cigarette from his jacket pocket. His actions are automatic as his eyes drift away from the other and he doesn’t hear him duck down to grab at the snow all around them.

It bites into Vash’s exposed fingers, chill traveling up his arm and clinging beneath his skin as he compacts it tight together. The resulting snowball settles easily into his palm as he stops walking to get his companions attention with fingers curling into the snow to match the curl of his lips into a smile.

“Those things will kill you, you know.”

He can practically see the comeback forming on Nick’s tongue as he swings his head to regard the blond before it’s falling away. It only takes a second for him to take in that Vash has stopped walking and to follow suit before he’s taking in the snowball in his hand. The scowl on his face is immediate to act as a counterpoint to Vash’s own brightening grin.

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba--”

Too late, it’s already leaving Vash’s hand to slam with perfect accuracy into Nick’s face and effectively knock the cigarette from his mouth.

“Goddammit!”

Laughter bursts through the winter air from Vash’s lips as he wraps an arm around his own middle for support, he’s not even paying as much attention to grumbling man as he probably should be because he’s not expecting the cold that hits him on the back of his neck. It jolts down his spine with a shout from in between his laughter that he just can’t calm down. Instead, he’s running after Nick with another snowball and dodging the next one thrown his way.

They’re in the middle of public, they’re probably getting strange looks, but neither of them seem to really care because Vash’s laughter is proving contagious and Nick’s smile is warming the cold that’s starting to creep in. Then, of course, one of them -- impossible to tell who -- slips on ice and they go tumbling into the bank of snow, stopping the laughter for a heartbeat before the chuckles continue.

stealing from @rayquazing because i can

Charlie wants it so much, so achingly, soul rending-ly much that it terrifies him. But Charlie cannot bring himself to admit it — the words stuck in his throat like they might choke him instead like a stone meant to weigh him down.

Carlos is relieved, in a way, to be far away from his mother and at Auradon, but of course there's a catch. Him and his friends are only there to get Fairy Godmother's wand. There isn't suppose to be any happily ever after here for them, it's suppose to be them sabotaging it for everyone else... but what about when he starts to think maybe he likes it here? Even if it's weird and strange in ways... but he's also yet to realize that one of his best friends might have eyes on him as more than a friend.

Before anyone can do anything about his obliviousness or think about his shifting demeanor, however... the love potion that's suppose to make Ben fall in love with Mal, ends up making him fall in love with Carlos instead. It's just the start of things going wrong, but maybe that's not so bad.

the devil doesn’t come to you wearing horns and red skin, he appears in desperation with promised salvation on his tongue.

watch their smiles, learn their meanings, spell out the language hidden in the curve of their lips and flash of their teeth. notice the frequency of those that are sunlight bright and cherish the few that tender.

stand close when they need you, wrap them tightly in your arms and let them take shelter in your warmth, but stand back when they need to wander. when they need to have space to breathe

give them your shoulder when they are close to falling, be the support that keeps them from hitting the ground for sometimes you can’t do much, but be the crutch that keeps them on their feet

whisper words of courage into their skin, but don’t let them stand before you. don’t let them become your shield. they are too close to breaking as it is. they’ve protected for too long

hold out your hand for them to take, guide them out of the darkness, be their guide

don’t accept the light of their love when they lay it bare before you, don’t hold it in your hands because it will shatter. don’t take the breath from their lungs when they whisper it into your neck, don’t hold it inside you for they will suffocate

remember how they lost themselves and do not follow that path, they lost it all by giving it all

forget that you’re lost, too