#but more of a “that's a weird plot/decision and it sends a weird message''

[aphverse-confessions]

a lot of people on here like to bash jess' writing while their own rewrites are filled with grammatical errors and sooo many other writing issues. i'm not saying her writing is without its flaws because that's nottt true but i think people should start focusing on themselves instead of constantly criticizing others

.

[bsverryin]

: ̗̀➛ Rizz-ing up genshin men pt.2

Who?

╰┈➤ Alhaitham, Kaeya, Wanderer, Neuvillette, Childe

Plot?

╰┈➤ how you became friends to lovers from rizzing them up.

✎ possible warning ⚠️ mention of alcohol. Neuvillette is not CHARACTER ACCURATE I just wanted to include him because he's hot Fluff/wholesome how you became their friend, lover after. HEAD CANNONS ONLY !! I don't know if it's character accurate enough but I tried my best, again I can't assure you of PERFECT grammar, enjoy!

: ̗̀➛ ALHAITHAM

Alhaitham didn't let it slide right after you tried to rizz him, he didn't have time for these childish things such as the thing called rizz, but this man also has that unspoken rizz. I can't even deny that

Alhaitham saved you from mentally dying because of you being careless around the sumeru, basically you were about to get tricked to spend all your money to have someone to guide you throughout the sumeru, turns out that doesn't exist in sumeru. They can't blame you, you're a visitor from another nation.

"Does the nation you live in teach you to be a fool or are you just that naive?" Alhaitham said. He was annoyed because you gave him more work which is saving you from being too nice and careless.

"No but it's important to be nice at all times." You said a little concerned, you were about to spend all your money on random strangers you just met, it was because they looked nice. It was your reason.

"That doesn't apply here." He sighed and he walked with you inside the sumeru watching you buy things that you won't even need. You're a rich person from the other land, he can't stop you and all he did was watch you. I guess it wasn't so bad for alhaitham to spend his free time with you.

After a few hours, you finally stopped shopping and you felt as if alhaitham felt happy and relieved that you're done. You stood in front of him to smile and you gave him a gift as a thanks, it was the most expensive jewelry you found on sumeru that fits alhaitham's style.

He was going to refuse your gift but you said it was your thanks and asked for his number, he was hesitating to give his number to someone he just met but he thought that it won't be that bad, that's what he thought. He regretted his decision when you kept texting him and rizz-ing him up all the time, he might've just put his phone on do not disturb but then finds himself looking for your messages.

You got closer through chats despite him leaving you on read most of the time and telling you to stop sending unnecessary messages sometimes you meet him and give him expensive gifts, it was your love language.

After months and months of being friends You confessed first, if he rejected you, you'd go back to your hometown but if he didn't maybe you'll stay for a while.

"What made you think that I don't appreciate someone like you? Y/N?"

: ̗̀➛ Childe

Childe knows what rizz is and he lets you rizz him because he doesn't see why not?! You both rizz each other up and boost each other's confidence, you have this very healthy relationship with him which is really good for the both of you.

You were up all night strategizing how you can steal toys for your little brother, your little brother doesn't show much emotion but this time your little brother showed so much interest over a toy, it was the first time he did, you wanted to be the best big sister and give him the toy he liked, however you didn't have much money for the toy.

"Hey girlie, it's not right to steal a toy.." someone behind you said as you shiver in fear, feeling scared that someone caught you from stealing something expensive.

You were about to run but he caught up to you saying that he will buy it for you since he's buying it for his little brother too, the man didn't look so bad and had fun talking about how much he loves his family. You thought it was weird at first but he wasn't so bad.

"how can I repay you?" You said curiously, he chuckled and said you didn't have to but you're so persuasive that he just asked for your number and that's all, he texted you first and started rizzing you up but he tries his best not to creep you out, in fact he was the one who taught you how to rizz someone up.

For some reason you got much better than him at rizz-ing up someone, you both got along so well and he was such a nice guy he may have confessed that he was part of a harbinger which made you act really surprised but didn't really know what it was about.

He confessed first, he loved the way that you're family-oriented just like him and you got along so well talking about your families and yourself at the same time, you loved him too much to reject him.

"You're really cute. Do you know that, YN?"

: ̗̀➛ WANDERER

Wanderer is always annoyed by you trying to rizz him up, but some part of it he can't deny that he likes it but he still hates it, he may have blocked you a thousand times but still unblocking you days later because you're his little pet.

"You crazy creature, what are you doing with that low-life creature?" Wanderer said with his annoyed and disgusted glare after looking at you trying to experiment the abyss mage he killed.

"I'm scientist Y/n at your service!" You gave him a positive-smiling look while you're putting your gloves on in the middle of a forest. Yes, you're experimenting an abyss mage in a forest. He gave you a look while you're experimenting the dead mage.

After finishing, you asked for his number so that he can kill those monsters who you'll use for your experiments, but he didn't give his number easily. You persuaded him successfully in return you'll do everything he asks. That's when you started to message him all the time, trying to rizz him which he ends up blocking you. You had to meet him and ask for him to unblock you sometimes.

"One more message like that and I'll never unblock you again." You chuckled when you heard his words as he started to kill the next abyss mage you're gonna experiment on, after that he made you run a lot of errands for him just because he killed the abyss mage for you. You had no choice but to do anything he asks.

The only time where you get along with each other is when you're both not talking and minding your own business because if not then it's always gonna be a war. You both are prideful and too much for each other but it wasn't that bad.

Again, you both are prideful that it took years for you to confess your feelings towards wanderer, you realized that you loved it whenever you're with him and annoying him as much as you can because he doesn't get mad as much as before but he still does. Surprisingly, he liked you back but you never knew the reason why.

"You're so silly thinking I don't like you. Scientist Y/N"

: ̗̀➛ Neuvillette

Neuvillette is so nonchalant but he loves it when you rizz him up, it makes him real happy but he doesn't show it, another man who doesn't like showing emotions.

You met this man when you were wandering in the streets around Fontaine, you didn't know where to go. Everyone was so private that they thought you were an enemy because you didn't dress like them.

That's where you saw neuvillette, he was having a little break and walking around Fontaine, it was his usual hobby walking around his own city and you knew him because everyone kept talking about him, some are good some aren't. You decided to go off and talk to this man and everyone around Fontaine looked at you like you were crazy.

It was a good decision at least, you got his number because you kept telling him you're poor, had no place to live and you're thrown out maybe he felt a little pity for you but he may have regretted the decision of telling you his number because all you did was rizz him up message him about what's the best thing to do in Fontaine, you didn't seem and sound like a poor person at all so he considered himself tricked by you but he still has a good heart and didn't block you.

You were cheerful around him, he was having a great time with you but for some reason you try and rizz him up whenever you had the chance too.

"Stop saying the same pick-up lines over and over again." He said as he sipped his tea while you ate a lot of good Fontaine specialty, it was his treat of course.

"It's not my fault you look heavenly!" You smiled and teased him a lot. After all, you couldn't pay him as much as he was spending to you.

He liked you first but you confessed first because of trying so hard to rizz him up you really did fall in love with him he was everything you could ever ask for.

"Y/N, just tell me when you want to meet me, I'll be waiting for your cheesy pickup lines."

: ̗̀➛ KAEYA

Kaeya owns the word rizz tbh he just has too many rizz and both of you just exchange your rizz lines and you both just got used to it, he likes it when you rizz him up as he does the same with you. You were casually drinking and making friends when you spotted kaeya, You decided to rizz him up without any questions, it was the best thing you ever did because you got his number easily, you message him a lot and send over the most rizz lines. It was a little unfair because he had all the world's rizz and he's just so cool all the time, he may be busy sometimes but you're his favorite lady and gives you half of his time, you drink with him and talk about many life related things. "Do you think I have more rizz than you?" you asked before drinking the dandelion wine you ordered. "I don't know, you wanna find out?" Kaeya said with the most flirtatious tone with his little smirk, you both kept flirting with each other overtime. You appreciated the way he gives you time despite his pretty busy schedule after all he was part of the knights of favonius. You both didn't confess at each other because you both knew you liked each other mutually, you both started a relationship because you knew it yourselves. He was sweet and all you could ever ask for. "Let's have another drink for the night, Y/N"

[stellaluna33]

You are so right about season 6! The whole Logan thing is inconsistent because at first there was talk about how Rory wants to "fix him" and Lorelai said: "no, you can't fix people" but then in the end it kind of works? What kind of message is that sending? Also the way they juxtaposed Jess with Logan and Jess came off better but then Rory goes back to Logan just because he was in the hospital? It's so weird! What was going on in that writers' room?

Yeah, I don't know! The funny thing is, if you just ignore Season 7 and take the Revival as a continuation of Season 6, it KIND OF works? Like, I can at least see the through-line of the plot arc there. Logan's in London and remains unchanged... Rory's still clinging to him as a sort of emotional crutch, but it's clearly not a healthy thing and kind of a dead end... Jess is still the guy who really sees her and understands what she wants/needs, is a friend but would clearly want more if only Rory would SEE him that way... Like, there is continuity there! It's just... the TIME in between stretches credulity, just like every other character (except for Paris, haha) seemed to be wakening from a 9-year enchanted slumber during which nothing had changed. But then Season 7 took things in new directions in between, and that just kind of... derailed it and made the whole thing even more nonsensical. This is just my personal opinion! But part of it is still external factors, like in the same interview where ASP said that Rory and Logan's relationship was built on mutually "avoiding reality," she also stated that they'd paid Matt Czuchry for the entire season, so they "don't want to waste that" or something... which gives the impression that they kept Logan and Rory's relationship going at least partly just to give the actor something to DO. 😭 And this is the kind of thing (making plot decisions based on which actors are or are NOT available) that drives me CRAZY with TV shows. 😫

[starlordcumidk]

New Kind of Love

~chapter 2~

word count: 3.2k

notes: slight ooc, reader wears glasses, this is an AU of TASM!Peter where he is a fraternity brother. reader is portrayed as rude/stand-offish. reader is a tad neurodivergent. playful banter. please read this knowing that i am a newer author and the plot is based on a song.

warnings: not proofread, minor cursing? does that count?

author note: i am not super proud of this chapter but i really am losing my own plot atp

I can't help myself And you don't have to say that

Monday, October 28th, 2024

The weekend was spent debating on if you should or shouldn’t add Peter into your contacts. After a heavy debate, you messaged Delilah, hoping she would have some good advice for you in your time of need. 

you: lillaahhhhhh i need help :(((( Delilah: whats wrong ? you: you know that weird spider guy in the courtyard i was telling you about? Delilah: uhhhhh kinda. why ? you: me and him have to work on a project for my science class together and he wants me to add him into my contacts you: but he's kinda dumb, so i haven’t yet. he even called me ‘trouble’????! you: i don’t think it’s a good idea Delilah: u got a pet name, cute just add him dude idk  you: noted. i’ll input his contact i guess. Delilah: happy to help bb <33 talk soon

You groan and put your phone onto your bedside table. English was cancelled this morning so you get a few more minutes to evaluate your life decisions before having to meet up with Peter. He was… a lot to handle, honestly. He left a note on your desk this morning, very middle-school-boy-esque. It was still in your pocket, a little wrinkled but it felt like it was burning a hole.

‘Trouble- come to the frat party this friday? Check yes or no :))’

Obviously, you were not going to be caught dead at that party. Nothing he said would have pushed you to. Humid air and sweaty bodies bumping into one another, alcohol smells swirling in the air– the thought alone made you sick. 

You hated the way he was so… forward. It was weird, you didn’t get it. So many things about him intrigued you, and you didn’t get it. Why was he the one person in your handful of years at this school that piqued your interest? It made you angry, sick to your stomach, a weird flutter deep in it that made you want to punch something.

A ding from your phone signals a new email, leaning over slightly, you grab it and see the devil’s name.

—-------------

<pbparker@empire.edu

Hey trouble, my class ended early. Wanna meet up soon?

Peter B. Parker

Get Outlook for iOS>

—-------------

You groan and send a quick reply agreeing, asking where he wanted to meet today and if he had any new notes to share. Standing from your bed to grab your shoes and a light jacket, you feel your phone buzz again.

—-------------

<pbparker@empire.edu 

You still in Siebert Hall? I'm right by there, we can meet up at your dorm or the courtyard?

Peter B. Parker

Get Outlook for iOS>

—-------------

Your heart leaps as you look across your room, examining the space and hoping it wasn’t a mess. There were some snack wrappers here and there and you immediately feel the itch to clean. Before you can even think to respond, you tidy up. You make your bed and turn on the floor lamp in the corner to make the space look less cold.

Once it was to your liking you sent a response telling him which floor and room was yours in Siebert this school year. You’d rarely had anyone but Delilah and your parents in your room. Well, outside of the one guy you hooked up with for a few weeks on and off your freshman year. But that was always in the dark and he never got to stay longer than an hour or two. 

After a few minutes there's a knock at the door, and you move quickly, opening it and looking up to meet Peter’s stupidly pretty eyes.

“Hey there,” he says your name again, and you may like the way it sounds when he does, “ready to get our hurricane on?” His stupid smile accompanies the words and you step aside for him to come in. 

“Hey, yea. Come on in.” You say before he nods, walking in and looking around at all your posters, nick-nacks and even just the pattern of your bed spread. 

He points to the ceiling light and has a raised brow. “Not a fan of the school issued LED rods?” 

You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “Not really? It overwhelms my eyes.”

“No me too, I get it. I like the coziness here.” His arms gesture to your bed, and your left to just stare at him. He took up so much space in your small room, but it looked almost natural. 

“Uh- thanks. You can sit there while we do our research if you want?” You offer it before you can think straight, quickly regretting your decision. 

It's almost like a flash of lightning, he is quickly sitting on your bed, shoving his shoes off and onto the rug just below. He is so naturally fit to your space and it knocks the sense out of you. Your eyes are locked onto him as you stand just a few feet away from him. He smiles at you, showing off his slightly crooked lips before digging into his bag, pulling out his laptop and a very, very nice camera. 

“You let your laptop get destroyed but have a well taken care of camera?” You ask before sitting at your desk and opening your own laptop, a small laugh escaping you. 

“Well I need the camera way more than the computer, obviously.” He said with a touch of irony, a playful grin on his face. 

“Really?” You said incredulously, fighting back a smile.

“Yea. I mostly take pictures of nature. Some spiders, some portraits.” He shrugs, his sarcasm dropping entirely, and before you can say anything he starts typing on his laptop and speaks again. “I did some research over the weekend. Did you know that hurricanes and tropical storms are named alphabetically?”

“Yea. I’ve lived through a handful.” You shrug and start up your outline file, looking at where you left off last time you were with him. It was pretty barren and you started to slowly fill out your portions. 

“I mean me too, I just never pieced it together. We’re gonna have to name ours something special.” He spoke so gently as he folded one leg under himself, the other dangling off the edge of your bed. 

“Like what?” You look up at him, your eyes locking on his bent over frame, something endearing about how he was squinting his eyes at the laptop screen. 

He shrugged, his fingers thrumming softly against the keyboard, something in his mind turning before looking up at you. “Benjamin? Gwendolyne, maybe?” His voice isn’t the usual cheery, all confident tone. There’s something more behind it, and if you were better at social cues, maybe you’d understand it. 

“We can go with either one, whatever you’d like.” You speak gently, trying not to offend or sound rude in any way. The look on his face is drawing you in, the downturn of his mouth, the slight fog in his eyes, it’s so… beautiful. 

Peter nods and quickly turns back to look at the computer, editing the shared document. But you just keep staring… the way the light from your window is filtering in casting a blue glow on his face, his eyes flashing golden, the freckles that were almost hidden popping out. For whatever reason, you couldn’t help but feel captivated by it all. 

You must’ve been staring for a while, because when Peter let out a soft chuckle and looked up at you, you felt embarrassed.

Your attention quickly moved back to the screen in front of you where you read some of the portions he had filled out while you were ogling at his unrealistic features. The embarrassment faded into anger, red hot and biting at your cheeks.

“It’s okay to stare.” He said, cockily, laying back against your bed. 

Oh you could kill him right now. You typed angrily, ignoring the words he said, ignoring his presence. 

He said your name once, twice. The third time made your ears ring, but you kept typing out random, probably false, hurricane facts into different parts of your half of the outline. His gaze was burning into your face, feeling his eyes roam over the slope of your nose, the way your lips were tightened into a flat line, and then it was gone. 

You could have sighed in relief that he finally stopped examining your face until you saw that stupid orange line blinking next to your cursor.

you’re kinda cute when you're embarrassed

Everything in you stalled before you cleared what he wrote after your tidbit on the casualties of the last hurricane. He barked out a laugh and you groaned, sinking into your desk chair.

—-------------

The session went quick after that, ending with you shooing him away and locking the door behind him. It was going to be a very long, very painful semester with him. 

You reach for your phone to text Delilah and pause, deciding it would be better not to.

—-------------

Wednesday, October 30th, 2024

You were late to class, rushing down the hall as you double checked your phone for the nth time. The decision to go into the lecture hall through the back door was made way before you reached the science building.

But now, entering the back of the room, eyes meet yours as you huff out a breath. Catching your breath was hard as you stared at your usual seat, taken by some random girl you never noted or cared to learn the name of. It made you angry, sure they weren’t assigned seats but everyone knew that once someone sits somewhere more than once it’s their seat by proxy. 

Before you could stew over it a hand tugged at your backpack strap, making you falter a bit and look down, seeing Peter smile up at you and nod to an empty desk right next to him. 

It was either there or on the floor… you chose the former and quickly took out your notebook, looking up towards the front of the class and having to squint. You yearned for the new pair of glasses that was taking a million years to get to you. 

But Peter put his notebook on your desk, tapping it and leaning ever so slightly. “It’s one of her lengthy presentations.” His hand snaked over the back of your chair and you blinked at the words, no, paragraphs in front of you. 

You give him a small nod as thanks before copying his notes and catching up on the slides currently flashing over the screen as Dr. Howard drones on. 

Peter watches you the whole class, his chest tight as you focus on the lecture he decided the moment you walked in wasn’t important enough to listen to. You were taking over all his senses, he could hear each huffed breath when the professor changed the slide before you finished taking notes, the smell of your shampoo, perfume, perhaps it was a strangely floral detergent. Whatever it was, his nose was lathered in it.

He almost hated that his heightened sense made him so aware of you, aware of everything that could signal to him that you were in the room. In any room. 

Yesterday he could hear you talking on the phone from across the courtyard, he searched for you, left his frat brothers on the grass patch to try and find you but you’d disappeared. He waited to hear your voice again, but there was nothing, no sign of you in the courtyard anymore. 

And now, as he watched you scribble down your notes, watched you chew on your lip, it made his mind wander, imagining what could possibly make you think so hard your teeth found a home there. 

It was too much for him, even when the alarm sounded from the speakers in the room. The same stupid one that sounded every class period, and you finally looked at him and furrowed your brows, giving him that beautifully crafted look of skepticism. 

“Thank you.” It sounded so surreal as he blinked a few times and realized you had his notebook held out for him. When he took it he realized you’d erased and respelt some of the words in his notes. 

“You rewrote a part of my notes?” He asked with a raspy laugh, shaking his head a bit as he saw your curved lettering, staring at the way you tried to blend it in with his handwriting.

You just shrugged and carefully pulled your bag back over your shoulders. “You misspelled sequestration. Thought I’d save you the point on the next notebook quiz.” Something about that made his heart pound in his ears and he stood slowly from his seat, tucking the notes into his bag and examining your expression. It was usually cold, steely, and… right now it seemed a little softer before you cleared your throat and made to move around him. 

“See you in the free period, Peter.” You spoke so softly, so distant. He watched as you disappeared with the hoard of classmates filing out of the lecture hall. And then his phone buzzed, he looked at it and saw a short text. 

i’ll be in study room e, btw - ”trouble” (stupid nickname)

He felt a little triumphant that he now had your number, a small part of him wanted to click his heels, maybe even skip to his next class.

—-------------

Noon came all too quickly, but you were already in the study room you specified when you had messaged Peter. A part of you felt like an idiot giving him your number that way. Maybe you should have made him work for it, but it was too late now. 

You had your textbook out and typed out a few things, humming a song to yourself. Gently tapping your foot to the beat as you get lost in your work. Time faded away as you continued, finding the different ways a community could rebuild after a category five hurricane.

The clock ticked a bit louder, causing you to rip your bleary eyes up and look at the time. It was already one o’clock. A pang of disappointment rattled in your chest but you shook your head, continuing to work anyway, who needed his help anyway…. 

Then your phone buzzed, and you opened it to see a text from him.

Peter: Got caught in something. Be there soon, Trouble, I promise. 

And it made your stomach flip a little. A stupid feeling, you told yourself. But you quickly messaged back. 

you: if you’re not here in 15 minutes, i’m leaving

Peter: I promise, ten minutes, maybe less.

You didn’t respond, you just put your phone down and went back to work, a mental reminder to leave when the fifteen minute window you allotted him in the forefront of your thoughts.

But, just as he promised, he walked in about nine minutes after he sent his last message. His hair was mussed, as if he had a hat on a few minutes ago and his skin was sheen with sweat. 

“Sorry I’m late, I got stuck at the frat house because the underclassmen are… I think they’re trying to manipulate me out of the master bedroom.” He laughed, something hidden under it, you could sense it but don’t push. 

“I won’t wait forty-five minutes for you again.” You said it gently, but there was a bite to it, one you hadn’t intended to use. 

Peter sucked in a breath, deciding what to say as he pulled out his laptop, looking at you for a long pause. “Technically,” he paused, looking at your hands as you typed before continuing about twenty seconds later, “I was only thirty-nine minutes late.”

You looked at him with narrowed eyes and your nostrils flared a bit and he laughed, his stupid boyish laugh. Something in you bloomed, but it wasn’t anger, maybe it was bemusement. “Peter, hands, laptop, type.” You started to over-exaggerate your typing, rolling your eyes as you focused on your screen again.

He let out a small breath, still amused at your look but gave into the order, but not without saying “Yes ma’am.” 

God you could hit him, flexing your fingers over the keyboard was all you could do to fight the urge. 

You both sat in silence, the only sound ringing through the study room was the clicking of keys and small sighs– mostly from Peter. Until you got lost in your research again and started humming, tapping your foot. 

After what felt like maybe 30 minutes, you took a glance up at Peter, chewing on his lip and squinting at the computer screen in front of him. The crinkle of his eyes made his eyelashes look impossibly long, complimenting his impossibly beautiful eyes. The sight of him was continuously making you think like an artist, over examining his eye color and the way his nose was slightly pink. 

You kept staring though, trying to pinpoint exactly what about him made you feel so… interested. What on his face made you want to stare at him? Was it the freckles? The dimple when he smiled, which was on full display at the moment.

Why was he smiling right now? Then you looked up at him and realized he was staring right back at you, smiling. It made you blink a few times, knowing he caught you staring again. 

You felt the nerves build back up, embarrassed that he caught you staring twice, but more embarrassed that you’d been staring at him at all. The nape of your neck heated and you thinned your lips into a tight line.

“You, by the way, are cute when you’re embarrassed.” His voice was filled with playfulness as he spoke, his chin resting over the back of his laptop.

“You don’t have to say that, Peter.” You say, aggravated and trying your best not to get mean. 

“I can’t help myself.” He shrugs, the curls on his head bouncing a bit. “You’re cute.”

You groan and stand up, gathering your things from the table and his gaze follows you the whole way up. The fact he kept saying it felt like you were in middle school again, being the butt end of the joke. 

“Wait, we still have fifteen minutes left-” he says nervously, standing along with you. “Why are you leaving?” 

You shake your head, looking at the bag in your hands before forcing a small smile. “I just need to get across campus for my next class.” And then you shrug your bag on, walking out the door and making quick work to leave the library all together. 

Peter just stares, watching you walk away, feeling only a little guilty for making you so upset.

—-------------

Friday, November 1st, 2024

Your classes got cancelled, even Dr. Howards and you let out a huff of relief before rolling back into the comforts of your bedding. You slept in for hours longer than you should have, but it felt good to have a day off from school. 

That was until noon came around and you got a text from the absolute devil himself.

Peter: Hey, Trouble, we’re still meeting today right? You groaned at the sight of his text. The day you were wanting was spent entirely in bed, by yourself, watching Spider-Man videos on YouTube with no interruptions. So you texted him back a quick response. A simple

you: no.

And went back to the video posted by fartslinger55, not the best account to  it was of Spider-Man saving a handful of people from a burning deli, the sound of his webs catching the brick buildings debris was almost rhythmic, his attention solely on the lives at stake. There was yelling and then a loud crash as a beam came down from the smoke headed right for a woman before a flash of red and blue whizzed in and stopped it. 

Right before your favorite moment happens there's a banner covering a sliver of the screen. 

Peter: Did I piss you off? Peter: I was just trying to have some fun, I’m sorry. you: no ? you didn’t do anything, i just don’t want to meet today Peter: Oh, okay! Peter: But Peter: What about my invite to the frat party? ;) you: not my scene, also stop sending more than one text weirdo Peter: Awe man, tonight's our Halloween bash, there’s gonna be plenty of booze… you: don’t drink, i’ll only go if i get to meet spiderman. so good luck with that peter

You put your phone in to not disturb and continued down the long list of favorite videos of the superhero, all the different angles of all his different fights.

There was a weird thing about it, something perhaps in your animalistic side that liked the idea of a protector, even if he themed himself off such a grotesque creature. You were grateful he doesn’t have multiple eyes and limbs and the only suggestion that he was relatively a spider was the webbing on his suit and the silk he shot from his wrists. 

You wondered if they were natural to his body, to his mutations, or if he had a beautiful and intricate device that shot them out. 

Peter however was staring at the messages you had exchanged, how your notifications were turned off so quickly after he started messaging you. It was bothering him so badly, he wanted to talk to you more. Wanted to laugh at the fact you said you would only come if you got to meet Spider-Man, unaware that you already have. That you somehow weasled into his frontal lobe in the summer and he hasn’t been able to push you out since. 

Pure trouble, that’s what you were for him. 

[fluideli123]

Watching the Paw Patrol movies is actually a really interesting phenomenon between looking at cute puppies experience found family and seeing dog camps and eugenics just casually thrown into the plot so well that you have to spot and point while your jaw drops.

Like, what do you mean Chase was abandoned by his original owners in Adventure City? Shows Megalophobia and even Agoraphobia because of it? What do you mean this CHILD was nearly ran over? Near death? Like did we truly just brush past that?

And not to mention Skye? Girl was born different from everyone else and faced dog ableism for being "small and weak." She faced worth issues because of how she was born and so it caused her to believe she needed to "fix" or "enhance" herself in order to be worth a damn? Also she ALSO nearly died in a blizzard?

I need more movies, because what the fuck happened to the rest of the pups? Like jesus christ how can the lore get even darker????

Also I can and WILL analyze Ryder for HOURS! That boy obviously went through some shit to always be pulling his lil dog children away from danger and thinking completely side lining them in okay without a proper discussion. Like! Sure! I get you, but, sir you could do so much better what held you back??? What happened in your life that you would know how to get your hands on high tech and merchandise like it's your passion?

Also, my live reactions to the movie so ya'll understand how far the illness goes:

[IMAGE ID: The following images are messages between myself (A), dakota (D), and pyro (P). I start the conversation:

A: ...I'm sorry dog camps? Chase can you stop being relatable

D: Dog camps?

A: Humdinger literally is rounding up all the dogs in the ity and putting them into a "reformed" obedience school and it's- it's giving dog camps

D: Oh. /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: PLEASE! Okay but humdinger is the embodiment of capitalism and ecological terrorist

P: oh he is /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: GIGGLES! Also I think Ryder is a blunt guy but his intentions aren't ever mean. He also is so one to explain after an event is over [why] he chose a decision but it's not what the pups agree with because they're impatient and because Ryder has a flaw in it

P: Amen

A: Headcanon that Ryder grew up in a strict household so his pup parenting is affected. Not that it excuses it but it just explains his tone and such

P: Truth

A: I am so invested in Paw Patrol lore I regret nothing /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Me when- me when Chase is believed in, told he is brave and deadass jumps an entire broken off building just to get to his dad Ryder

P sends a crying cat emoji

A: I am so not okay, something about the second movie makes me think [Ryder] learned from Chase about "we do it together" and "giving second changes and not putting people on the side lines easily"

P sends mant crying cat emojis along with: The silly dog movie made me feel so much /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: P: Rocky I love you so much oh my GOD. Diagnosing him with the 'tism

A: Please do PLEASE! Chase is giving MacKenzie from Bluey about abandonment

D: God why do you inflict this damage upon us-

A: Because it's the truth and I only speak the truth /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Something about the scene with Rocky and Chase sleeping and her shaking her head [and in the second movie wanting to] constantly prove her abilities gives me Trans Vibes I don't know /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: I agree!! Plus, it fits into the eugenic themes in the second movie and [Skye's] story. Still hung up on doggy camps gotta be honest. That shit was a weird click in my brain

D: Well, camps do have a certain history for the world so, makes sense

A: Yeah, no I agree, which is why I keep thinking about it. Like collecting mass groups of beings you despise and think are lowly into a confined and horrible area to be dealt with?? Yeah, man, I don't know

P: That sure was something

A: For real, like, I don't know, it's definitely Chase lore and if we're gonna connect that to something than that's a can to spill /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Mhm mhm!! Also something about Rumble knowing science is my favorite thing ever. Boom!Knuckles and Movie!Rumble need an entire series dedicated to them being them(tm) /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A series of images on the same topic read:

A: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! I also believe Zuma gives biracial vibes, don't ask me why

P: YOURE RIGHT! Zuma keeps being forgotten i think that should be fixed

A sends a gif of Zuma dancing while stating: I agree I could never forget that sweet pea. I headcanon him as afro-latino Asian, the pup gods told me so

P: I'm the pup gods

A sends a gif of Marshall filling a kiddie pool with Chase, Skye, Rumble and Zuma, stating: WHEEZE! Chase gets to be white passing Latino. Skye gives Cajuns decent. Marshall is the only white boy. Rumble is only half white and I don't know what the other half is

D: Filipino, why? Because you couldn't decided and I'm a whore for Filipino representation

A: YES! I AGREE WITH THIS! Chase is Latino, Skye is Cajun, Zuma is Asian Afro-Latino, Rumble is White and Filipino, Marshall is White! "Why are you giving dogs race and ancestory" BECAUSE I CAN AND I WILL

D: Because it feels right /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Something Something Liberty trying to define herself by others around her and not herself. ALSO! "Amplify things about us" and it's about Skye flying and being strong, something something, she was always strong and deserving of her title and position she was just the only one who thought she had to be more /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: Two images on the same topic that state:

A: Also Liberty always enhancing or being a double example of the main lesson and theme and even plot is something that is important to me

P: Liberty is very important to me. She's also the oldest trust, I'm the dog nerd

A: In the first [movie Liberty] wanted to join something she admired and wanted to serve something bigger than herself which enhanced Chase's story about worth, that fear is something to overcome and not stop you, to get back up again and fight for what you want.

A: Also Liberty pushing Lil kids to get their potential reflecting and enhancing the theme of how much Skye pushes herself because she has something she wants and always thinks she has to prove it by pushing and doing things on her own [when she] shouldn't have to /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Also to add into the eugenics themes, Skye believing she has to be "enhanced" (made better) to have her full worth and power to display just because she was born differently than everyone else

D sends a deeply concerned emoji

A: Chase's story being about bravery and Skye's about Bodily Worth /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: P: Ryder actually makes me so mad. I'm sorry I try hard to love him but he makes me SO MAD

A: Ryder when he took Chase to when he nearly got ran over, Ryder not letting Chase or Liberty or Skye join when they're having a hard time, always putting even pups he doesn't know very well first about their will being by ending a program and it makes me think so AGGRESSIVELY that he's afraid of losing them and so he keeps thinking leaving them in safe places is what is best when it's NOT

A: NO SAME! Ryder "to ensure everyone's safety I have to leave people behind" Papa. I need to analyze him so bad. What happened to you to make you like this bro

P: I see where he's coming from but oh my god he makes me so mad /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: No, I agree, in the next movie I need [Ryder] to learn, man. [Skye is taking all [the crystals] SKYE DON'T! Don't over compensate for something you don't even need to :(((. The eugenics hit her hard. Also they're so found family coded, Ryder saw all these kids and adopted them and helped them find themselves and their purpose and supports them so heavily and I need to bash my head in about how much they mean to me /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Skye's movie is also about how accessibility and community is important but putting her worth in your "incapabilities" because you were born different. Also ableism [from Victoria saying] "need me to slow down Lil pup" /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Also Victoria's parallel to Skye using her "madness" aka mental instability and personality disorder and Skye's physical disabilities. I am right give me my Paw Patrol award /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: Token girl [Skye] becomes an actual fucking character I adore and love and need more of

P: Token girl proves she's not just a diversity hire

A: With her own movie too! Oh, this scene, this scene makes me GO INSANE. Ryder "I need you safe my daughter please come back to me." No pups too small go girl go! Skye against ableism- Ryder thinking he lost his daughter and her brothers thinking the same thing! Trans girl power! "How can a puppy be trans" Because I said so!

P: And you are right!

A: Doesn't she have trans vibes?! Like I cannot explain it [she is] Trans because she was Born That Way(tm)

P: She does! She does! /END ID]

[IMAGE ID: A: "Protect all those who need our help!" Skye against ableism! I love her so much! She's healing! 10/10 movies, man. Also something something the pups cars and armor being symbolism for disability accessibility

D: Okay now make an essay about it right now/j

P: /srs /END ID]

All in all, if there's one thing to take away from this post it's the following screenshots

[IMAGE ID: A: I need to start making Paw Patrol fics now

A: I am about to feed the paw patrol fandom /END ID]

[the-cat-chat]

September 7, 2024

Marmalade (2024)

Recently incarcerated, Baron strikes up a friendship with his new cellmate, a man with a history of prison breaks. As they hatch a plan to escape, Baron recalls how he met the love of his life and how they came up with a scheme to rob a bank.

Warning: Review may contain spoilers. Read at your own risk.

JayBell: Yes, the hair and the accent is an assault on your senses, but I think Anzie is much more sensitive to those types of things in movies than me. Okay maybe not the hair, that was tough.

Weirdly, in the beginning the movie felt very Forrest Gump-esque with the accent, the naive male protagonist, and the storytelling narration.

The whole time you're thinking, how could a guy be this stupid and gullible? It's like watching a car crash in slow motion.

I'm a bit conflicted because I do think the twists in the movie are fun and pretty well done. I do think it makes the beginning worth it. But I also have some gripes.

One, the dancing scene in the parking lot is kind of weird and pointless. I didn't get what message it was sending or what it added to the plot.

And two, they start off with these funny little visual gags in the story as Joe Keery's character starts his story, but then they give it up shortly after. So either stick with it or never do it at all.

And lastly, some of the side characters weren't as well written or well acted as the main characters. For example, the various cops aside from the main one. And maybe I would have enjoyed a bit more relationship building between our two prisoners.

But overall, I've seen worse. Like Joe Keery's hair. I don't understand how one guy could look so different with a few different hairstyles.

Rating: 5.5/10 cats 🐈‍

Anzie: I don’t really know what possessed me to want to watch this. And honestly it had to be seeing Joe Keery with THAT hair and hearing THAT accent and that it was going to be a fun little bank robbery movie bc his mama is sick and alll that. Can I say for at least 75% of this movie I felt pure pain in every organ of my body. And that accent and that hairrrrr. I was so concerned and angry I never wanted to be allowed to make another decision for the rest of my life.

And you know what? Marmalade she gave unhinged killer vibes from the start. And I hateddd her. And I feel like the performance was a criminal minds knock off of Blake Lively in Elvis and Anabelle (which I lovedddd) - and I knew she’d kill his “mom?” And then she’s pregnant after like 3 days?? Hoooww could Baron be that dumb. Wellllll that’s the whole thing - and honestly I’m kinda conflicted bc the literalllllll last 15 minutes are nearly worth the pain? I mean we alllll got got and it’s soooo good on how it turns out and his nickname. pUppETttttt. Gawd. I don’t know I’m kinda mad but not?? We’ve seen way worse and it’s Joe Keery soo I feel like transgressions can be forgiven. Except if I think about his ploy toooo much my head hurts???

Rating: 4/10 Cats 🐈‍⬛

[poppetsisters]

Question: Do you prefer the FF stealing the rocket or do you prefer it being an authorized mission? I don't think I've seen an instance where the former was adapted that I'm aware of so it got me thinking.

I think it has to be an unauthorized mission because the message it sends about these guys is way more interesting. if it's an authorized mission, then these guys are no different than the actual crew of Apollo 11 (one of my very minor complains about the test footage for MCU Fantastic Four is precisely this point). But if the rocket is stolen, then suddenly these guys are ambitious, daring, and fearless. Thick as thieves and always looking forward! Even without superpowers, these guys were always gonna get up to hijinx together.

A weird found family doing crimes against their government? What is this, a queer polycule?

But the real power of the moment is what comes after, because it was an incredibly stupid decision to steal that rocket, driven by a need to upstage the soviets in a stupid war. Their need to compete against a foreign power, to indulge in the American spirit of being a winner and ignore safety concerns directly led to their powers, and therefore their curse. Of course they don't see them as curses anymore, but Reed still feels like he needs to make up for his shortsightedness. Everything he does is a plea for forgiveness for what he did to his friends, even if they feel he doesn't need to apologize anymore.

If the trip becomes an authorized mission, then all that thematic underpinning goes out the airlock. Now the cosmic rays are just an unrelated accident instead of direct consequences. There's potential for obfuscation of blame which weakens the guilt Reed is supposed to feel over the incident.

Now credit where its due, Fant4stic (2015) DID include the plot beat of them stealing the rocket (or in this case the teleporter) but I think it ruins what could've been a great moment by making it a decision made while drunk. Sure, it's still an action driven by short-sightedness and pettiness, but now there's this excuse that they're intoxicated, which I think is a pussy move. It's another issue of obfuscation of blame muddying the themes its going for. The fact that Sue Storm wasn't even included in this drunken plot is an especially egregious snub. Sue was completely on-board with the heist in the original story, and it was Ben Grimm who was the hesitant one. She called him a coward and that's what broke his balk.

Anyway be gay and do crimes. If you're lucky, you'll get superpowers.

[ofthemoonmaiden]

OFTHEMOONMAIDEN : an independent, private, selective roleplay blog for the character DAME AYLIN from BALDUR’S GATE III. sung by BUFFY.

exploring themes of : A CAGED BIRD FINALLY FREE, A LOST LOVE GRIEVED AND RETURNED, OF JUSTICE FOUND IN ANGER.

* NOT SPOILER FREE!

TEMPORARY RULES FOUND BELOW:

DISCLAIMERS: i am not affiliated with any of the properties that i write from or reference. this account is purely for entertainment purposes. however, all my headcanons, edits, and personal musings are mine alone.

i. FOLLOWING / UNFOLLOWING: i am highly selective about who i follow, since i want to keep my dash small and with people i feel comfortable interacting with. if i follow you first, i want to write with you! if i don't follow you back, please don't take it personally. i just don't want to get overwhelmed. i will NOT be following people who condone the following things:

- any form of bigotry/hate ( homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc. )

- heavily negative ooc

- callouts / participating in callout culture

ii. CONTENT & TRIGGERS: i love to explore darker themes in my writing, but i don’t think i will be writing anything too triggering. i don't have any triggers other than negative ooc really. I TAG TRIGGERS AS TW [TRIGGER].

iii. ACTIVITY: i will be low activity on here. i have irl stuff and that takes priority over anything. i try to reply to any messages and threads i have, so just poke me if you want to discuss things!

iv. THREADS / ASKS: i make asks a separate post so that if you want to continue, you can! i generally try and continue asks if i send them in but there's never an obligation to respond to my response if you don't want to! i try to reply to threads in chronological order, oldest to newest, but sometimes i will have muse for some threads more than others. this does not reflect interest level with your character or our thread — sometimes my mood fluctuates and i can't control that! if you have any questions or want to poke me to work on your thread, let me know and i will do the best i can! but please do not constantly pressure me into things. i want this blog to feel like a hobby, not an obligation.

v. FORMATTING: i don't have a theme on my blog because i tend to keep things simple and like to focus more on writing than graphics. i tend to do triple spacing with bold and italics to emphasize points. however, if for whatever reason you need plain text, just let me know and i am happy to accomodate!

vi. SHIPPING & SMUT: aylin’s main and most obvious romance is isobel. i am not completely against shipping her with other muses, but, it would have to be with lots of plotting and discussing ooc. assume that, unless we’ve plotted something out, she’s either in a relationship with isobel or is still deeply in love with her if she isn’t around. also— aylin is a lesbian, so, don’t be weird. i am 21+ and therefore nsfw may appear on this blog. it will be tagged as nsft so i don’t get flagged! I DO NOT ROLEPLAY WITH ANY CHARACTER OR WRITER UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS OLD.

vii. MUSES AND MUN. the decisions, thoughts, ideologies, and actions of my character do not reflect the feelings of the writer at all times. they are two separate entities with different thoughts. if you have any questions, concerns, w/e about the character i write or how i write them please feel free to come to my dms to discuss!

[captainseamech]

             -> Semi plotted starter for @vibrantsouled!

             High Tide may have started to regret his decision when he sent that letter, potentially thinking on a way to possibly get it back or if he could send an apology letter right now... But it was short lived when he peaked at the window and noticed someone placing a letter inside the mailbox. Could that be...? The mech waited for them to leave and stepped out, checking inside the metallic box and... Oh! That pink envelope and heart stamp... It had to be from him!

             He was careful to open it, not wanting to ruin the delicate envelope nor rip the stamp by accident. It was as equally short as his, the message was so straight to the point it made his fans click to prevent an overheat. Tonight?! Goodness, he didn’t have anything to wear or use yet! Well, better run after that then! And quick! He’s got a few hours until their date!

             And then, before he knew, night struck above his helm; or at least, from what he could perceive whenever he looked up to check the time. The bot trailed towards the resort, a dark hand nervously adjusting his tie and nervous green eyes checking if he looked somewhat acceptable. Sure, dress code wasn’t his forte, but he had to trust a bit of his instincts!

             Dodging the... fountain presented upfront, High Tide made a turn and stopped a few feet away from it while looking around. It was... surprisingly quiet. Not too quiet, of course, but he was expecting some more monsters roaming around. I just hope I’m not late...

             The mech walked some more and stopped by the restaurant portion of the resort, squinting as he once again glanced around the immense place. There was a waiter promptly waiting for his arrival, guiding him towards a smaller potion that seemed exclusive for VIPs and stopping by the entrance, giving a short bow to him and trailing off into the semi-lit place. Weird... High Tide didn’t enter, of course, thinking it was either a mistake or a way to spot him better in this crowd.

             “Ay, Mettaton! Are ye — you in there?” Didn’t cost to call for his date companion for this night, right?

[askrockandfriends]

First things first - selective. Meaning I only RP with those that want to interact with my OCs and can mesh well with them. If I follow you, generally the first interaction is gonna be with either of my OCs Rock or Anzu. If your character can mesh well with them, I'll be more willing to RP with you.

1. Generally, don't be "that guy" in RP. No godmodding, metagaming, trying to force in something when I'm not interested in it. Basically, treat RP like any other interaction: no means no, not "keep trying until they give up and say yes". I RP with interest. I don't always follow, but if I'm interested in a blog, I'll try to get an RP with them (within their rules, of course... as best I can, that is.)

2. That said, mutuals only. I prefer to rp with people I'm interested in and people I'm already familiar with and trust to be mature about things.

3. Treat my characters with respect. They're here to have fun, go on adventures, and just be themselves, not be your personal whipping boys, brown-nosers, or ass-kissers. And for the love of all that is good, do not pretend to be interested in a character, only to then treat them like dog shit the entire thread. If you're not interested, just come out and say it. Don't waste either of our time. If you can't handle that, then we can't rp.

4. Please, for the love of everything good, do not just come to me with smut and shipping. I like a little variety in my rps, you know? Plus, I do like to have real, actual writing and plots every now and again. Same might go for overly angsty plots if that becomes an issue.

5. Don't send nasty messages. I will block, anon or not, no questions asked. This should be common sense, honestly.

6. I am not a meme source. Please reblog memes from the source, if possible, and you haven't sent in one already.

7. Anyone that wants to come into my inbox and ask, "want to rp" or any variation of it, the answer's gonna be an automatic no. I closed my DMs to randos to prevent exactly this, and letting it happen in my inbox would just make that decision pointless. If I wanted to rp, I'd have already shown interest.

8. If I don't feel a plot is going right for a character or doing right by them, and the other person isn't willing to make adjustments to it, I have absolute right to drop it entirely. No negotiations about this.

9. If you have no interest in my OCs, what makes you think I'm gonna want my canons interacting with you? Get lost and save us both the trouble of finding out.

10. With exceptions to ships already established, I will not be doing m/m or f/f ships. Sorry, but that's just the way things are here. Straight ships only.

Now things I will not do:

-AUs where characters who are normally good are instead evil, or just plots where good characters are treated like the bad guy. The heroes are heroes, the villains are villains. I will not tolerate any attempt to vilify a character who's supposed to be good. End of discussion.

-Plots where I have to play my character in some weird way I normally wouldn't and/or completely goes against the character.

-Angst.

-Harems.

-Plots that only serve to mock or disrespect my character in any way when they aren't meant to be a butt monkey.

-Plots that are nothing but shipping/erp and/or plots involving having someone other than me having to control my character just to get the ball rolling.

-Plots where people try to change my character in any way, or be overly controlling over the whole plot (things like saying what muses I can and can't use, where I can and can't put them, etc.)

Some things to know about me:

I am a very joke-heavy blog. Unless it's part of a thread, don't take about 99% of my in-character posts seriously. I'm someone who just enjoys seeing the lighter side of things that are going on and writing stuff based on them to elicit a chuckle from my audience. If this bothers you, then just move along... but watch out, because there's a springing glove behind one of the doors!

Same with shipping. I ship with chemistry mainly, but that doesn't mean I can't joke about characters potentially being shipped together. If I seriously wanted to ship, I would have already discussed it with my partner, either before or during the process of building up chemistry for the moment the two characters get together. If I post about shipping with your character and it hasn't been discussed beforehand - especially if the characters in question barely know each other, if at all - don't take it seriously, because it's just more of me being silly and having fun with my muses.

If you've read these rules, send me your blog (or character) name, followed by "is all elite!" (Like "allelitemuses is all elite!")

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨4

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) only plot hehe

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: I’m at my tipping point, I swear. I’m dealing with everything in our household, new bed (delayed delivery yay!), cleaning, cooking, dog walking, and working. My only escape are my fics and this weekend I’m telling everyone to fuck off so I can do the writeathon... but sorry for the rant, enjoy more Clark.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Wednesday trickled by like sand in a glass. You could hardly keep your eyes open as you typed away and a double espresso shot was the only thing that saw you through your hours at the gallery. Vanessa was excited for her next event and already asking after some new pieces from you. You promised her some from your storage unit to stave her off as you held in your yawns. 

You collapsed into bed that night beside Marcus. He complained about his day until he drifted off and you followed suit shortly after. You awoke with a decision, the echoes of your boyfriend’s gripes in your head and heart. You hated how miserable his job made him, how dull your own was. It felt like there was nothing else but the almighty dollar.

You called Clark after an email to Jim, your nerves alight in anticipation of the disgruntled reply. It didn’t matter. You were done. You didn’t need to worry about the all caps messages and curt zoom calls.

“Hey,” Clark picked up, he sounded out of breath.

“Oh, hey, sorry, it’s me,” you swiveled in your chair, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Nope, just getting in a work out,” he grunted, “you’re not bugging me if you have good news for me.”

“I think… I do,” you forced out, “I just sent in my resignation.”

“Mmm, you don’t sound… happy,” he hummed.

“I am, I think I’m just processing it,” you replied, “I said I’d let you know today so I’m letting you know.”

“Well, how soon can you be here?” he asked.

“Today?”

“Sure, why not?”

“I guess, I could leave as soon as you want me,” you said.

“I’ll send a car,” he intoned, “I’ll give the driver your number, if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah,” your voice almost squeaked, “I can do that.”

“Alright, sweetheart, see ya soon.”

The line cut out and you lowered your phone slowly. You stared at Outlook and the new email icon along the taskbar. You closed the laptop and stood. You could worry about the fallout later, right now, you had to get ready for another day of painting.

🎨

It was starting to feel like deja vu every time you arrived at Clark’s house. You got out and thanked the drive, Jeremy, before he drove off. The doors opened before you got to the top of the steps and your host was already dressed in the same outfit he wore for each session. His hair was neat but his beard was even thicker than before.

“I think you can tell I’m a little antsy to start,” he chuckled, “how are you, sweetheart?”

That pet name caught in your mind again. It might just be a habit of his. Nothing more than an absent-minded word.

“Me too, honestly,” you smiled, “but I have a weird question for you.”

“Ask away,” he said as he walked with you through the foyer.

“The beard… you want that in the portrait or--”

“Oh, ha, yeah,” he ran his fingers along his jawline, “I guess I wasn’t thinking. You’re the artist, what do you think?”

“Well, erm, either way is fine,” you said, “I was just… wondering. I’m not even close to starting on, uh, you yet. I mean, right now I’m just working on the background and basic shapes.”

“I’ll let you make the call when you get there,” he said, “say the word and it’s gone.”

“Alright,” you came to the top of the stairs and he pointed you ahead of him.

He followed you as you entered and you went about filling the jar with water and resituating the set up. He sat as you mixed and chose your brush. You climbed the ladder and peered around the canvas at him. He took on the same pose as usual and you dipped the bristles into the pigment. You could make a happy life of this.

🎨

Clark shifted and cleared his throat. You rolled your wrist and glanced back over at him as you drew your hand back from the canvas. He braced the chair and pushed himself up.

“How about a break?” he asked as he shook out his arms, “back’s a bit stiff.”

“Sure,” you said, “I think I could sit down for a moment.”

You took a step down the rung of the ladder but your toe slipped and suddenly your palette was against your chest. You slid down backwards as Clark rushed over and barely kept you from toppling the entire thing over. You laughed at yourself as he righted you and looked down at your paint-streaked shirt.

“Jesus,” you muttered.

“You okay?” he asked as he kept his hand on your upper arm, “be careful.”

“Yeah, I’m-- clumsy, is all,” you carefully pulled away and set down your brush and palette.

“Come on, sit,” he pulled up the stool and planted it before you, “take a minute.”

As you sat, he stretched his arms over his head and then out to the sides. He paced around the other side of the table, long strides as he worked the cramps from his long legs. He stopped and came up to play with a brush as you leaned an elbow on the table.

“Well, I did have another offer for you,” he said, “I was thinking of waiting but might as well ask now.”

“Oh?” you raised your brows curiously.

He swished a slender brush in the air then lowered it and picked at the tip.

“I’m having a get together on Saturday, some business friends and the like,” he said as he set the brush back with the rest, “it won’t be work. You’ve earned some time off. You can even bring the boyfriend.”

“Saturday?” you pondered, “I’m usually at the gallery on Saturdays.”

“It would be great networking,” he said, “and I already told all my friends about you. They’re excited to see your work. It will almost be like a viewing and it’s only right the artist is there.”

“I could make it work,” you mulled, “Marcus would love to come back.” You snickered, “he loves this place.”

“It’s a nice house,” he said casually, “a bit big for one person… hence, the party.”

“I’ll put it in my calendar,” you stood and slid your palette closer and cleaned it off to remix the mess of paints.

“Great,” he said as he rounded the table and brushed close to you, “it’ll be nice to look at a mug besides mine, huh?”

You laughed as you squeezed out the dark paint and nodded, “ha, sure.”

🎨

The rest of your week was spent much the same. Jeremy drove you to Clark’s and you went up to the studio to continue your work between small talk and silences that grew so thick you had to break them with mindless comments. It wasn’t enough to focus on the path of your brush as the man tugged at your attention.

Marcus was excited when you told him about the party. He raved about how he needed to let loose, about how much expensive alcohol he was going to drink, and the awesome backflip he was gonna do into the pool. You reminded him, he hadn’t done anything like that since college but he swore he could still do it.

You didn’t share the sentiment. You were anxious. You were flattered to be invited but despite what Clark said, it still felt like work. His friends were going to be there and he apparently was trying to sell them on your art. 

You didn’t realise until after you hit send on your email, but you put your livelihood in this man’s hands. A man, you reminded yourself, who was little more than a stranger.

On Friday, a day you were thankfully not called to the mansion to teeter on the ladder and paint, the buzzer rang and drew you off the couch from amid your YouTube binge. The man on the speaker called back that he had a delivery and you let him up. You took the box from him, the thick silver ribbon giving away the sender even before you could read the tag.

Inside you found a black dress with little gemstones set into the fabric like stars in the sky. It was nicer than anything you’d ever owned before and a pair of silver shoes were tucked in beneath the outfit. You took the shoes from the tissue paper and something else shifted in the bottom.

You reached in and revealed a velvet box from the depths of overzealous stuffing. You opened the lid and found a simple chain of diamonds. You gaped in disbelief. They were real. The fake ones didn’t look so nice.

You phone chimed before you could even think to call Clark. It was as if he could see you. You answered and your voice warbled pathetically.

“Hi, I was just gonna call,” you touched your throat as it constricted.

“Yeah? I got the notification that it was delivered,” he said, “you like it?”

“It’s too much,” you gulped out, “really, I can’t--”

“I want you to look nice. I want you to feel good and have a good time,” he said, “I feel like you’ve been working so hard. You need a chance to just let it all go.”

“Look, I…” you were uncertain how to handle it. It was more than generosity but you felt wrong denying it as much as you did accepting it, “I’ve never had a boss buy me diamonds. At least let me give those back.”

“Boss?” he mused on the word, “I suppose, but you gotta dress the part now, sweetheart. You’re gonna rub shoulders with a lot of rich dicks like me. Pardon my language.”

“I didn’t realise it was such an upscale thing,” you put the velvet box down and turned to sit on the couch beside the large box. You played with the silver ribbon and chewed your lip.

“Sweetheart, it’s nothing, you got this,” he said, “trust me, if you can win me over, my friends will be child’s play.”

“Mhmmm,” you stared at the tv mindlessly, “Clark?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you doing all this?”

There was silence and you heard him sigh then a subtle metallic click.

“Because I can. And you’re a talented artist. Didn’t all the big painters used to have patrons back in the day? You know, Da Vinci and all that.”

“Sure, I guess--”

“Look, sweetheart, I’m glad you like the dress, I gotta go.”

He hung up abruptly and you turned your phone to stare at it in confusion. You were starting to get a bad feeling and that little voice in that back of your head, that little sabotaging bitch, whispered in your ear. No, you wouldn’t let your self-doubt get the best of you this time. You either grabbed this chance or you spent the rest of your life doing menial work and painting the world as it passed you by.

🎨

Friday night, Marcus couldn’t stop rambling about the party the next day. You just couldn’t get over the tickle in your chest, the same one you got before job interviews and doctor’s appointments. You were on edge, even as you spent your stress on him, your body writhing against his as you panted and pouted. It had been a while since you fucked. All the work and the stress had just let things slip past you. Maybe with your new gig, you could get back to those early days when it was all you wanted to do.

You slept soundly. You blamed the sex and the momentous week. You got up, had a lazy brunch time meal, and beat Marcus at MarioKart several times over before he convinced you it was time to get ready. 

You pulled on the gifted outfit after fighting with your make-up and hair. You gave a little tada spin to Marcus and he lifted his brow as he tried to figure out his tie.

“Wow, where’d you get that?” he purred, “fuck, let’s be late.”

He ran his hands over your hips as you neared him and fixed his tie for him. You giggled and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Jeremy’s on his way,” you warned, “I don't wanna bite the hand that feeds.”

“Oh, and it feeds you well,” Marcus chirped, “you think he’ll let me have a spin in the McClaren?”

“Maybe, but I wouldn’t. I don’t need to scrape you off the side of the road,” you took your phone as the screen lit up, “come on, he’s here.”

“Fuck, babe, really, you’re gonna make me follow you out of here with your ass looking like that?”

“Stop,” you tittered, “you know, there might be more sellers tonight?”

“Oh yeah? I guess you’ll be paying a mortgage soon enough.”

“Me?” you scoffed.

“Sure, I’ll be your sugar baby,” he kidded.

“Well, baby is accurate,” you teased as you stepped onto the elevator, “please, just behave.”

🎨

You were surprised to see Vanessa at the party but reassured to see a familiar face. Clark had been distracted by his other guests and you did your best to mingle, letting Marcus take the lead until he was distracted by another guest’s Rolex and started asking too many questions. If you did start selling art to these kinds, you suspected you’d be paying for a lot of overpriced brands. That was a worry for another time.

You stood with Vanessa and a man she introduced you to. Bruce Wayne was tall and his dark-hair was combed back neatly as he spoke over the glass of wine in his hand. You were bored of the Monet-Manet argument, one you’d heard a million times from the stubborn gallery owner, and you were at your limit of socialisation.

You excused yourself and put down your unfinished drink on a table. You looked around but couldn’t see Marcus anywhere. The last you saw him, he was with Clark but you couldn’t find him either. You frowned and wandered between the pairs and trios gabbing around the room.

Just past the bar, you looked back and still no sign of either man. You huffed and your heels clicked into the foyer and to the stairs. You’d go to the studio and sit for a moment and collect yourself. You just needed to take a breath.

You climbed the stairs slowly, the din of the party floating up behind you. You came to the top but stopped as your eyes were drawn to a pair of open doors opposite the studio. You neared and stayed against the wall as you peeked inside. Marcus admired an old-six shooter and spun the barrel.

“You got everything, man, I swear,” you hid behind the door frame and listened.

“Eh, it’s all just things,” Clark replied, “I bought that from an auctioneer down in Texas. A verified antique but it just hangs here. Not good for much but looking at it.”

“Dude, what I wouldn’t do to live here? Have cool guns and even cooler cars? Shit, you know how fucked it is that my lady is making bank and I’m over here with my dick in my hands? I mean, I’m proud of her but… I mean, if I could get paid thousands for drawing, I would’ve tried to learn.”

“She’s good. Dedicated,” Clark remarked, “she’s special. Worth more than money.”

Marcus hummed and you heard the barrel click back into the place. Neither of the men spoke as you heard something shift and Clark cleared his throat. Subtle footsteps moved around the room and you pressed yourself to the wall. You should leave and let them talk but you couldn’t help but be curious.

“Isn’t she?” Clark prodded.

“Y-yeah, but… I don’t know. I just wish I had more,” Marcus said, “I probably sound like a chump, huh?”

“You can’t have it all,” Clark replied.

“Says the guy who can buy anything and everything,” Marcus moped.

“Oh?” Clark intoned, “so… how about it then? Fifty thousand.”

“For what?” Marcus chuckled nervously.

“Her,” Clark answered.

“Her-- I… my girlfriend?” he sputtered.

“If money can buy me anything, that’s what I want,” Clark said firmly, “it’s a one time offer… whether or not you agree to it, I’m gonna fuck her.”

You skin crawled at his words and you covered your mouth in disgust and shock. You inched closer to the door to hear better as you waited for the response.

“One hundred,” Marcus said.

“Seventy-five,” Clark countered.

“That’s my girlfriend, dude,” Marcus hissed.

“And yet you’re haggling with me over her. Eighty.”

You tore yourself from the wall before you could hear anymore. You felt hollow and heavy all at once. Your eyes were glossy as you scurried over to the studio doors and pushed the left one open. You unhooked the diamond necklace and tossed it onto the paint-stained palette and rolled up your brushes.

You stormed over blindly to the easel and pushed it over. It clattered to the floor loudly but you were already out the door and halfway down the stairs. You gripped your clutch and the bundle of paintbrushes tightly as you continued on outside and the blurred outlines of luxury cars passed you by. 

You stomped up the long drive in your heels as you flicked away tears and pulled out your phone. You knew it was too good to be true. Any of it; your art, Clark, Marcus. You weren’t good for anyone unless they could get something out of you.

[nephilimeq]

Lack of Character Growth

I never liked Scallison. Not only because Scott is a jealous, possessive asshole who has always considered Allison as a prize and an exclusive property of his, but also because it reinforces the Nice Guy Persists™ trope – where Scott's creepy, unhealthy obsession with Allison and his constant stalking of her leads to Scott getting the girl. Which is the worst possible message to send. Scott McCall has always been a very stagnant character who was never held accountable for his lies and shitty actions and behavior. His True Alpha title is nothing but a cheap, blatant case of plot armor and a way to justify Scott's utter lack of character growth throughout the series; compare Scott's lack of character growth and development with the way every single Teen Wolf character (especially Stiles, Derek, Lydia, Allison and Chris) had grown and changed over the years, and how it contrasts to Scott, who was still the same immature and whiny manchild he had been since Season 1. Jeff Davis reduced Allison to Scott's love interest and made her heroic death all about her toxic ex instead. And he did the same thing with Arden and Kira too, reducing Kira to Scott's "good distraction" and then getting rid or her the moment she became more powerful than Scott, to ensure that all the attention would be on Scott's bland ass for once. I also hated the vile way Scott took advantage of his position of power and repeatedly abused Isaac just because Isaac had the audacity to  interact with Allison and broke Scott's precious bro code but then had no problem cheating on Kira with Malia (Stiles' ex girlfriend and Kira's best friend) without even having the basic human decency to break up with Kira first. Hypocrisy, entitlement and toxic masculinity at its grossest.

Okay, yes, let’s get into this. *cracks knuckles*

I have actually talked about all of this before, but I am willing to talk about it again and think it still needs to be addressed. First of all, let’s acknowledge that Scott wasn’t written for character progression.

Scott was written as a character who starts off in the right...and then is never questioned otherwise.

The instant the friends that he surrounded himself with start to doubt his decisions and recognize that he might not be making the right calls, suddenly the True Alpha narrative was shoehorned in to mitigate the problem.

They did this for many aspects of his character, making everything he did “the exception” to the rules that only applied to everyone else.

He’s acting creepy around Allison and stalking her? Oh, no. He’s just protecting her and it’s romantic. He’s suddenly acting out and ignoring the advice from someone who has been a werewolf his entire life (versus Scott who has only been a werewolf for a few weeks)? He’s not wrong, he’s just more human than the other werewolf.

Over and over again, they tried to write him as the exception to every rule that should have been an obstacle for him and a chance for him to grow as a character, removing the opportunity for character development that he so desperately needed to be more relatable to the audience.

The writers could have done so much better.

Every single time I think about how they wrote his romantic relationships in the show, I have to wonder if any of the writers understood what a healthy romantic relationship is supposed to look like. Only three of the romances that they wrote felt remotely real: Erica and Boyd, Allison and Isaac, and, at the end of the series, Melissa and Argent. None of the other relationships felt tenable or non-toxic. I don’t think I need to say anything on Scott and Allison. They were never a relationship, just a weird rebellious infatuation on both their parts.

Kira and Malia were both excellent characters on their own and they were both written as stronger than Scott. Malia had her years of experience of being on her own, giving her the ability to trust her instincts and survive even the worst situations. Kira was written as a young kitsune coming into her power and discovering just how strong she was on her own, and the instant she couldn’t believably be lesser than Scott, the writers decided to ditch her out in the middle of the desert.

Seeing both of these very well-written characters designated as relationship fodder for Scott makes me very irritated with the writers. Personally, I would have liked to have seen them develop a friendship outside of Scott.

One of the things that I have also noticed in Teen Wolf, is that the female characters are mostly hinged on and attached to the male characters. They are denied their own personal narratives outside of the relationships that they have with the boys and men that they interact with on the show. This shows a lack of forethought on the writers’ part.

Now, in regards to Scott abusing Isaac -- I will never get over it. Scott knows that Isaac was emotionally gaslit and physically abused by his father, and then he proceeds to use the same methods on him when Isaac shows interest in Allison...who is no longer Scott’s girlfriend. I have always hated seeing this on screen and in real life: friends don’t date ex-girlfriends or boyfriends. It is a creepy and disgusting concept, as if you are putting a brand on them and still have a claim on them after you’re no longer together.

Again, I don’t know why the writers wrote this in. I will assume that it is because they don’t know what healthy relationships look like. As per usual.

I want to emphasize one last thing -- I blame the writers. And the fact that Tyler Posey was kind of a lousy actor to begin with.

Overall, they wasted a lot of positive potential to create a relatable character all because they wanted to push a hero narrative in a genre that does not give space for a perfect ethical hero. Supernatural horror (because that is the category Teen Wolf falls into) is not meant for a high-grounded moral hero; it is designed for the flawed idealist. Scott should have been written that way, but instead that narrative was given to Stiles. And that’s why more people attach to him and see him as the main character.

[spectacularlyignorantt]

For Young Royals ff writers

I started reading YR fanfiction and I noticed people using Spanish in several occasions. Since it’s canon from the show I think it’s amazing authors are trying to incorporate it but sometimes it doesn’t sound as natural. As a writer I know is really hard and also brave to work around something you don't know. That being said, I hope this guide is helpful.

1. I want to address something important because it is kinda offensive: they’re not Spanish. There’s a difference between language and nationality. Since both Omar and Carmen -Linda- have Latino heritage, is proper to assume the family comes in a way or another from South America. I read a bunch of fics in which people referred to them as Spanish, but they are Latinos. Spanish music, culture and cuisine are rather different. Please take this into account.

  2. Pet names: really cute but also kinda cringy when it's not well executed. 'Mi amor' means my love. It's normal from a parent, it's serious coming from a 16 yo boy to another. I would use it when the relationship gets serious and try to not overuse it. If they are older and married, go for it. An older Crown Prince Wilhelm would totally make his husband blush by calling him mi amor.   Mi vida (my life) is not frequent coming from a parent, less serious believe it or not and really nice. But also I wouldn't use it if you are trying to make one of them swoon for the other. It's not as romantic as it sounds in English. Bebe means baby, of course. I think it's cute, this one you can totally overuse. Sounds fresh and young, I think Simon would go for bebe and Wille would die every time. I know darling it's pretty normal in English, but cariño sounds way too motherly to me. I would only use it between Willmon if they are older and married. Cielo means sky, which sounds weird, I know.  But some people use it as a pet name. Mi cielo - my sky- as well. In a way, it means 'my everything'. Idk why. Maybe bc the sky covers everything. Who knows. I like it but it's a personal opinion. Mijo means my son. It's pretty common in Latinamerica. Parents use it all the time. Maybe try not to overuse it. Not because it's wrong, but it often feels like you´re trying too much to make them sound bilingual. Good alternatives are: hijo, amor mio, mi amor, cariño, mi cielo. 

Te amo and Te quiero are not the same. Te amo is I love you, but Te Quiero means I love you (chill version). Linda tells Simon both 'te quiero' and 'te amo' at some point, which works because it's normal from a parent or a son/daughter. Te quiero is less serious, works great between friends. Some people say te quiero when they aren't ready to say Te amo, but I wouldn't use it coming from Simon to Wille. It would be out of character. Use it between Sara-Simon-Linda.

Te adoro means I adore you. Is not common but is CUTE AND ROMANTIC. This one is completely personal, take it with a grain of salt.

Mi principe means my prince, but sounds cringy. His mom could say 'tu principe azul' which means 'your prince charming' while trying to embarrass Simon. He would blush, cute. 

Well written-normal phrases: 

'¿como estas?': How are you?

 'bien, ¿y tu?': well, and you? 

 'Como te fue hoy?': how was your day?  

'Todo va a estar bien': everything will be fine. 

 '¿Necesitas algo?': Do you need something?

 'No, gracias' 'Si, gracias': No and Yes, thank you.

‘Perdon’: Im sorry

‘Te extraño’: I miss you

 '¿Qué quieres cenar?': What do you want for dinner?

'¿Tienes tarea?': Do you have homework?

 '¿Cómo está Wilhelm?': How is Wilhelm?

‘Mamá’: Mom (Wille calls his mom ‘mama’ or ‘mamma’, but it’s a different pronunciation. I believe Simon says ‘Si, mamá’ at some point. That’s spanish.) 

‘Mami’: Mom but cuter

‘Má’: Mom but shorter. 

‘Madre’: Mother

If you have any other suggestions for pet names/words/phrases and how to apply them, send me a message!

3. Common phrases: it's important to notice that only Linda and Simon talk to the other in spanish. Unless Wille learns spanish and it's part of the plot, Simon would never say something in spanish to him - besides pet names- This includes Sara, she seems to understand but replies in swedish. I read that the actress used to work in Barcelona, Spain, so she probably understands the language. That means the decision to make her respond in swedish has something to do with her character. That being said, we don't really switch between languages if we know the other person can't understand. It's rude. I would never go and say 'como estas? ups, Im sorry, I forgot. How are you?' But something that happens A LOT is that I forget words or phrases and try to remember them by saying them in the other language. For example 'and she went to the... mierda, como se dice... aeropuerto... oh! airport!'. Or the other way around, I forget words in my mother language but I know them in english. It doesn’t seems to happen to Simon, but it’s fairly normal.  Also, and I'm sorry if this is getting too long, Simon and Linda talk to each other in spanish as a way to express how close they are. It's part of the characters and their relationship. Simon is clearly more in tune with his Latino heritage, which comes from his mom, and he shows it by using the language fluently with her. -'Como estas? -Bien, como te fue en el trabajo?' he is asking about her job and her day. It almost sounds like a conversation between a married couple. Is not meant to be weird, is meant to express that Simon feels like he has to replace his father. So maybe take this into account and don't throw spanish phrases between them just for the sake of it.

  4. If Wille learns some Spanish for Simon he would totally explode. He is clearly really proud in general and the fact that the Prince of Sweden can speak spanish because of him would kill him. In the best way. This has nothing to do with the language, but I'm just saying. Bonus points if he uses spanish to make Kristina feel left out. That would be a nice rebellious act.

5. Again, they are not spanish. People from Spain use 'vosotros' instead of 'ustedes'. Both of those word mean 'they', but in South America we don't use vosotros. This is just ONE example. I know spanish is confusing and has millions of variations; don't worry about the specifics. But try to be respectful when referring to them as spanish/latinos.

That's it for now. I'm sorry if it's not perfect. I'm from Argentina and our spanish is the messiest. But I tried to keep this guide as neutral as I could. Also also, I'm sorry if my english grammar isn't the best, this took way too long and I don't have the energy to check my mistakes. And that's okay, because languages are meant to be used and be confused. I make mistakes and that's fine. I'm not judging anyone. Please be kind to yourself. Please don't refrain from writing in spanish, this guide is meant to help you if you want to, but just the fact that you are writing anything is brilliant. Thank you for sharing your work!

[mellowyandere]

Erasermic “Just tell us what you like darling.”

Reader: F

Characters: Aizawa Shouta, Yamada Hizashi 

Summary: You’d been stuck with the two pro heroes for a couple of weeks now but have yet to open up. Can’t you see they’re just curious?

Length: 4K

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, M/M/F, slight bondage, aphrodisiac, oral sex, vaginal sex, slight praise kink.

You sat curled up on the far end of the couch, eyes glazed over as you watched the TV in front of you. A half-baked sad excuse of a porno disguised as a movie was playing. The plot was flimsy at best and you couldn't care less, but movie nights weren’t optional.

Hizashi and Shouta were cuddled up closer to the middle of the couch than you’d prefer. You could feel their eyes flickering between you and the shitty movie. Currently the female lead was bent over the male leads extravagant kitchen counter getting railed out of her mind. Her wanton moaning was starting to get on your nerves.

“Soooo.” the blond broke the silence. You peered over at him and couldn't help but roll your eyes as he waggled his eyebrows. “What kinda stuff you into baby girl?” With the degrading quality in movie’s Hizashi had been picking for the three of you to watch you had a feeling he was up to something.

“Not whatever this is...” Shouta snorted at your response, pulling Hizashi closer to keep him from migrating over to you. The dark-haired man was fully aware you were on edge, still not having settled into your new life yet. His boisterous partner on the other hand was dying to get to you, his patience much shorter than his sleepy counterpart.

“Aww I thought you’d enjoy this one! I mean she sure looks like she’s enjoying it. Ever been fucked over a counter?”

You couldn't help but choke a bit at his question. The man had been getting more and more pointed in his attempts to unravel your sexual escapades and desires. “I-It’s hardly any of your business!”

“Come on babe no need to be so shy! Sho and I are here for yah, whatever you want or need we can give!”

You felt your blood boil a bit at his proclamation. The fucking nerve this man had to say you could have whatever you want after kidnapping you.

Shouta noticed your face scrunching up with anger. Hizashi noticed too, but was so desperate for something besides your passive aggressive moping he'd take anything.

But you weren’t interested in giving them any reason to punish you, so instead you quietly stood up from the couch.

“I have a headache so I’m going to go lay down. Don’t bother me.” You hesitated for a second. “Please.” Within your two weeks here you had learned manners got you pretty far with Shouta, allowing you to push the boundary between rude and polite.

Peeking over at the two you saw Hizashi struggling to sit up, but Shouta held fast, pulling him close and murmuring something in his ear. The blond frowned, sharp green eyes narrowing in your direction, but he relaxed into his partner.

“Take it easy kitten. Let us know if you need anything.” You cringed at the sleepy pro’s pet name but took the chance to leave before they changed their minds.

-----

“I told you those shitty movies weren’t going to work.”

“Yah never know Sho, I thought maybe she’d see us all cuddled up like love birds and want to join after watching something steamy! Not my fault she’s so damn shy.” Hizashi was pouting now.

Shouta hated to see the normally, annoyingly, enthusiastic voice hero like this. Thankfully he had been mentally working on a plan for a while now. Your problem was not only were you shy, but you were so self-conscious you lacked the courage to ask them what you wanted. It was on him to work it out of you. The issue was getting you in the right mood. He knew it would take months before you came around, and if it was just him that would be perfectly fine.

But his sulking partner wasn't going to last that long, and he’d end up doing something to push you further away from them. No, they were going to have to get you to come onto them. What he had in mind made his gut churn a bit in guilt, but if it worked then it would all be worth it.

“Hizashi stop whining. I have a plan to help get her out of her shell.” Hizashi sprang up, emerald eyes wide in delight. “Oh oh, tell me tell me!”

Shouta smiled softly at how fast the man could bounce back. “I had a feeling we were going to need a bit more than movies to encourage her so I had Kayama get me an aphrodisiac. She has troublesome pets of her own so she was more than happy to help out.”

Hizashi was practically vibrating with excitement now. It took everything in him to not shout out in joy. “You’re a genius! So when do we give it to her, now? Tonight? The sooner the bet-”

“No. Not right now,” Shouta cut him off.

“We need to give her some time to settle down, cut it with the pornos, and use it when she least expects it. I’ll decide when the time is right, and let you know once it’s all set up. Can’t have you giving the surprise away now can I.” With that the dark-haired hero pulled Hizashi closer to him for a gentle kiss. “Just be patient Zashi and she’ll be ours willingly.”

----

It had been a little over a week since Hizashi had stopped forcing you to watch those raunchy movies. He still insisted every now and again to watch something, even asking for your own input. He had also thankfully stepped back a bit on the sexual comments and you almost felt comfortable near him.

Tonight, was yet again movie night. Hizashi was already hunkered down on the couch a warm cup of tea clutched in his hands. Shouta silently slunk in from the kitchen, he always managed to spook you with how quietly he moved.

“Here kitten,” he handed you a hot cup of tea and plopped down in between you and the blond. He opened his arms and gestured to you with a questioning eyebrow but you simply mumbled out your thanks for the tea and turned to the tv.

“Alright babes it's show time!” With that Hizashi started the movie and another uneventful night began. You sipped slowly on your tea, it was a bit hot but it felt nice in the cold house.

About thirty minutes into the movie you began to feel a bit... odd. Did you have a fever? You wiggled a bit to try and get comfortable but the burning in your gut only seemed to increase. Something wasn't right, but you couldn’t figure out what.

“You doing alright there kitten?” Shouta questioned while shuffling closer to you. He reached his hand out and gently placed it on your thigh, deep obsidian eyes glinting with amusement.

You yelped, jumping a bit as his large hand made contact with your clothed leg. Even through the fabric he was so warm, and arousal pooled in your stomach. What the fuck was going on? You jumped up, his hand falling to the soft cushion.

“A-ah I’m fine! I don’t feel so good um so... I’m gonna go rest!” You bolted, Hizashi whining in complaint as you took off. “What’s her deal,” he grumbled in annoyance. He glanced over at Shouta and suddenly it dawned on him. The cheeky smirk on the dark pro’s face giving him away.

“Come on Zashi. We’re going to follow her tonight.”

Hizashi shot up in excitement at his partners’ proclamation. A grin that showed just a bit too many teeth splitting his face in half.

“Might need this though,” Shouta murmured as he grabbed his capture weapon.

Heading upstairs the two pros found your bedroom door closed, but due to the lack of a lock it didn't stand as much of a barrier. Hizashi rushed to swing the door wide open, ready to charge in, but was halted by Shouta. “Slow it down we’ve got all night. Don’t want to spook her,” he whispered.

The blond shot him a wink “Aight aight my b,” he whispered back.

You shot up in bed when the door was forcefully thrown open, a familiar pair of green eyes locking onto you. “You doin’ alright there baby girl? I mean I know runnin’ off ain’t too weird for yah but you’ve been so good these past couple days.”

“I’m fine,” you grumbled out. You were in fact not fine. You felt like your body was on fire, and your cunt was aching. Hizashi bounded over, jumping up on the bed and shuffling closer to you. You curled up on yourself, body pressed against the headboard. “Pl-please stop.”

“Aww Sho she’s so damn shy, ain’t she just the cutest thing?”

“Mhmm, the cutest.” Shouta wandered into the room, capture weapon in hand. Why did he have that?

“We’ll finish the movie in here. That way you can continue to rest.” The dark-haired pro turned the tv on in your room and crawled into bed, remote in one hand, weapon in the other. “And so you don’t try to avoid watching the movie...” With that his weapon slowly unraveled, metal alloy winding around your wrists and securing them up above you on the headboard.

“Whoa hey what are you doing! I-I’ll watch the movie I promise!” Shouta planted himself firmly on your right, while Hizashi cuddled up on your left. “Nu-uh baby girl you’ve been dodging movie night! Can’t take any chances now!” Two different hands took up residence on each thigh, Shouta’s gently rubbing circles into your skin while Hizashi’s squeezed and rubbed with a little more force. You had changed into shorts to try and help with how hot you felt, but now you were regretting your decision.

It was torture. Their hands sending tingles of electricity straight to your wet pussy and hardening nipples. You bit back a moan as Hizashi’s hand began to trail further between your thighs so he could get a better grip on the soft skin. If they noticed your uncomfortable squirming they didn't say anything about it. Opting to watch the movie while you grew more and more aroused.

This was ridiculous, you’ve never felt so turned on in your whole life! You held your tongue for fear of letting a moan slip out of your mouth.

A text notification went off to your right. Shouta heaved a sigh as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, but quickly chuckled in amusement upon opening the message.

“What’s up Sho?” Hizashi leaned in closer to you, hand moving upwards, gently bumping up against your clothed sex. In turn Shouta extended his hand towards his partner, knuckles brushing across your sensitive nipple.

You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that passed your lips.

In a fraction of a second two set of sharp eyes darted to you. You hung your head in shame as heat flooded your cheeks.

“What was that baby doll? Someone feelin’ a lil frisky?” The blonds quirk picked up a bit at the end of his sentence and rumbled through your body.

“N-no!” What was with you stuttering? You needed to assert yourself! You felt completely out of control of your own body.

“Oh reallyyy?” With that Hizashi bumped his knuckle up against your clit. You bucked your hips into his hand and let out a pathetic mewl.

“Zashi leave her alone,” Shouta chided the man. You looked over to him, thankful he was always the voice of reason, to feel relief replaced by fear as you saw the predatory glint in his eyes. “Come on now, Kayama sent us a cute little outfit we should buy for our kitten,” as he spoke his hand clutching the phone continued to rub against your perky bud.

The fire in your gut was getting worse, your head felt like it was spinning. Did they.. did they do something to you? Your brain couldn't block out the image of Hizashi’s slender fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt fast enough and you clenched down on nothing in response. You felt so empty.

“Please!”

“Please stop? Or do you mean please keep going baby girl?” At this point you didn’t know which one it was either. You wanted them to stop, to leave you alone. But at the same time, you needed something. You needed them.

But they made the decision for you. Pulling away both men placed their hands back into their own laps, pants a little more tented than they were a moment ago. “We wouldn't want to do anything without your permission kitten,” the dark hair hero stated as you whined at the loss of contact. Oh so they chose now to be decent human beings?

They were doing this on purpose. You felt your eyes sting a bit as tears threatened to form. Fine if they wanted to play a stupid game you'd play. Raising your head you glared at the tv, hell-bent on not giving them the satisfaction of hearing you beg.

You lasted about fifteen minutes before the burning sensation in your core went from uncomfortably aroused to painful. You wriggled about, desperate to try and generate some friction. You no longer cared that Shouta and Hizashi had turned their attention to you with quirked eyebrows and amused smiles. How fucking patronizing.

“Just say the word baby girl and Sho an’ I can help yah.” Tears were openly falling down your face now as you sniffled miserably. “Pl-please..” you whispered, shame flooding through you.

“Not good enough.” You growled in frustration at Shouta’s dismissal. “If you want help kitten, you’re going to have to tell us exactly what you want.”

You threw your head back in frustration against the headboard. You couldn’t last much longer, they were leaving you with no choice.

It took about three more minutes of them ignoring you before you couldn’t do it anymore. Little sobs racked your body at the intense heat that was pumping through your veins.

“Please!” You cried out. And then the flood gate of promises burst forwards as you tried to tempt them into saving you. “I-I’ll be your good girl. I’ll let you tie me up, dress me up, pin me down, kiss me when you want, hold me during movie nights...” you started off tame working your way to more and more explicit promises.

“I’ll warm your cocks while you grade papers, o-or suck you off, let you fuck me while I’m asleep, anything, everything! Ple-please help me I need you to.. to fuck me please.” To say the men were pleased was an understatement. They had been expecting something, but were blown away with your confessions, each one spiraling into deeper and darker desires. You deserved a reward, now didn't you?

You kept rambling, little hiccups shaking your body while you cried causing you to stutter. You had been so busy trying to figure out what they wanted you to say that you failed to notice your now free hands. Only when Shouta slid behind you did you realize the situation you were in.

Both men had stripped themselves of their remaining clothes, and made quick work of peeling off your damp shirt and drenched panties. Hizashi hunkered down between your thighs. “That wasn’t so hard now was it baby girl? Aww Sho she’s absolutely dripping.” He threw your legs over his shoulders and his hot breath fanned out against your aching cunt.

You barely registered the words he said, opting instead to buck your hips towards his lopsided grin. “Easy now kitten, we’re here don’t worry,” Shouta murmured low into your ear. Gently he bit down on your earlobe while he hands came up and began to work on your tender breasts. His solid cock was flush with your lower back, gently throbbing as you wiggled for Hizashi’s attention.

“See now ain’t it just so much better when you tell us what you want.”

“Don’t torture her Zashi come on now, she’s waited long enough.”

The man barked a laugh before delving right in, not wasting a second more. His eager tongue delved between your delicate folds, working its way up and down. You threw your head back against Shouta’s shoulder, crying out in relief and pleasure. It wasn't enough, but fuck it was something, and he was good at it.

Shouta’s fingers pinched and rolled your nipples while Hizashi began to experiment with delving his tongue deeper inside, nose brushing up against your clit. Your hands wrapped around Shouta’s wrists as you attempted to ground yourself. You had only just begun and you could already feel your oncoming orgasm, your walls desperately clenching down on the blondes skilled tongue. You had been denied for so long it would only take a little bit more.

He hummed in satisfaction as he felt you getting close, quirk sending vibrations straight to your core and you snapped. You closed your eyes as your hips bucked up against his face. He held fast, hands digging into your thighs as he eagerly lapped you up. You moaned without restraint, Shouta’s lips flush against your neck as he nipped and sucked marks into your skin.

When you finally stopped squirming Hizashi pulled away with a cheeky grin, mouth glistening with your arousal. “Fuck baby girl you already finished?” No, it wasn't enough. You needed more!

“Please, I need more..I..” “Shh don’t worry kitten, we know what you need.” The blond leaned forwards and locked lips with his black-haired partner behind you. Shouta groaned into his mouth, cock throbbing eagerly against your back. From here you could see the blondes cock as well. He had an impressive length, red tip dripping pre-cum as it flexed with his arousal.

With a free hand you reached out and gripped his enticing member, earning a surprised moan from the hero. He pulled back looking down at you with lust clouded eyes. “As much as I want to fuck you until you sing, it’s Sho’s turn. Mm but shit do those small hands of yours look good wrapped around me.” He gave an experimental thrust of his hips into your grip before pulling away. Shouta began to move as well, swapping places with the blonde. You were flipped around, Hizashi crawling under you while Shouta pulled you up and back so you were on all fours.

“I could get used to a view like this,” Shouta said with satisfaction. The blond couldn't agree more, after all he was about to get a front row seat to his partner fucking you silly. His greedy hands came up and gripped the back of your head, pulling your face down for a deep kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but you didn't care.

With your head pulled down your ass was arched up and Shouta couldn't help but give it an experimental slap. You yelped in pain, wriggling forwards out of his grip. “Sorry kitten I just couldn’t help myself. Your ass is just so perfect.” He kneaded the sore flesh affectionately as an apology.

The burning in your core had returned full force from what little Hizashi had done earlier to ease it, and you once again found yourself rocking your hips back against the dark haired hero. With his cock in hand he began to teasingly run it up and down your sopping cunt. Not this again.

You cried out into Hizashi’s mouth attempting to pull away from him in order to force the man behind you to fuck you, but both men held your firmly in place. Shouta took a moment longer to enjoy how needy you were before giving you what you wanted, the head of his cock slowly breaching your tight walls.

Your cries of frustration turned into cries of pleasure and Hizashi ate them up. Shouta began to gently pump himself into you. The aphrodisiac and Hizashi’s prepping making you wet enough he could slam into you if he wanted, but he needed to take his time. After all this wasn’t about him, it was about you. Showing you just what he and his partner could give you, how well they could provide for your every need.

Below you Hizashi took his own cock into his hand and broke off the kiss, pumping into his fist at the same excruciatingly slow pace Shouta was fucking you. He watched the pleasure consume you, eyes twisted shut as you took his partners cock like the perfect little girl you were. As Shouta began to pick up his pace, not only did Hizashi match it, he got the pleasure of watching your tits bounce in rhythm to the sturdy hips snapping against your ass. He could die right here a very happy man.

You were babbling now that your mouth was no longer consumed by the blond hero, pleas and mewls spilling forth as you allowed the men to alleviate the burning inside you. “You’re just so fucking cute ain’t you, shit I hope you’re still needy when Sho’s done cause fuck do I want to feel that perfect lil pussy of yours.” Speaking of, the man behind you let out a groan as you clenched down on him hard when he hit a particular spot inside you, velvety walls trying to milk him for all he was worth.

“She’s so fucking tight, so perfect. Shit, I think she’s going to cum again.” Shouta leaned down, muscular chest flush against your back as he wrapped his arm around you, hand reaching between your legs to stimulate your neglected clit. You bucked back into him at the sudden sensation. Hizashi’s free hand reached up and began to tweak your left nipple, desperate to see what your face looked like when you came undone on top of him.

The conjoined efforts of the two men sent you once again over the edge, face contorting in pleasure as your walls fluttered around Shouta’s cock. Moans and whimpers tumbled from your mouth. Shouta’s hips began to stutter a bit at the sensation of your walls clamping down on him, quickly approaching his own climax.

He began to slam into you, his thick member forcing itself deep within with each snap of his hips. With his chest flush against you, and arms tightly holding you in place he finally stilled. Groans of pleasure fell from his mouth as he pumped his hot cum into you, the remedy for the aphrodisiac bringing you immediate relief. Holding your exhausted body off of Hizashi, Shouta kept you plugged with his cock in order to undo the aphrodisiac as best he could.

The sight of both of you finishing above the blond was beyond a dream come true. He had been helping himself along this entire time and couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“Fuck do I wish I had a camera both my babes cumming one after the other I’m on cloud fuckin’ nine! Prop her up and slide out for me baby, it’s my turn to help cool down our girl.”

With a grunt the dark-haired pro sat up, continuing to press you firmly to him. His cock slowly slid out and his cum immediately began to run down your thighs. He maneuvered you so you were sitting over Hizashi’s waiting cock before lowering you down.

You whined at the feeling of the slimmer man entering you. Shouta had him in girth, but Hizashi won when it came to length.

“There you go baby girl, shit! You weren’t lying Sho she’s so tight I don’t think I’m gonna last that long.”

Quickly the blond began to snap his hips up into your limp body, only upright thanks to the man behind you. Words of praise tumbled from the blond as he fucked up into you. True to his word he didn’t last much longer, the entirety of the night catching up to him as he began to cum inside you. Unlike Shouta he continued fucking his seed into you until he finally stilled.

You were absolutely spent, and a complete mess.

“Seems we made a mess in your bed kitten, you can sleep with Hizashi and I until we wash your sheets.” He began to pull you up off the satisfied hero below you, his length slipping out, causing even more cum to run down your thighs and onto the blond’s lap. Not that he minded.

“Lets get all cleaned up babes and ready for bed!” You were too tired to protest, relaxing in Shouta’s arms. Come tomorrow you had a lot to think about regarding what happened. But for now, with your body no longer burning, a warm shower sounded like heaven.

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 177

I know, I know... it’s late.

I swear, I had this queued up, along with the next one.  Around 2:30pm my time,  I got a chance to check reactions to the chapter, only...

zip. zero. zilch.

Turned out that teh hellsite ate my queue. Again.

Thank you, as always, to @baelpenrose for helping me with the writing and the balance in this chapter. And, ever more commonly here lately, shout out to @mustachebatschaos for the ever delightful Teeth!

“Teeth wants to stay,” I blurted out to Tyche and Charly. We had just finished a run - it had been successfully approved by the Council for me to use the gym, but only the basic equipment. It was honestly fine with me, since that was typically all we used, anyway.

Charly practically vibrated off the floor, seemingly only held down by Tyche’s hand on her shoulder. “Why?” my sister asked cautiously.

I took a swig of water. “They are pretty sure we need them so that the Galactic Council or community or whatever doesn’t take advantage of us. And honestly, I think they’re kind of lonely.”

“They can’t swim,” Charly nodded emphatically. “Not only are their prosthetic implants heavy as heck, but they don’t particularly like water. Which is kind of weird when you consider that most of the crew of their ship consists of aquatics, but it’s a weird situation all the way around.”

“Why can’t they fix that?” Tyche asked, still somewhat skeptical. “I mean, we have a…” She trailed off and a horrified expression flashed briefly on her face, quickly replaced by a flat stare in my direction. “You thought of that, didn’t you?”

Spreading my hands, I grinned sheepishly. “Totally did, wanted to run it by the two of you before I go talk to our resident mermaid. I realized we don’t have anything left to ask them for in exchange for it. Teeth mentioned that neither the Glux nor the Shalt-kri’i have developed any sort of prosthetics because they kind of don’t need them if they survive the injuries in questions, so it would honestly be a toss up on how they would even value the tech.”

Charly shook her head. “I wouldn’t even mention it to them, honestly. Keep something in our pockets for later. If they value it low, it won’t help us talk them into letting Teeth stay, but if they value it highly? Asking for a person in exchange for it sends a pretty clear message that we don’t want to send.”

“Right. No necromancy in the house, no human trafficking either.” Tyche’s words were joking, but her tone was very serious.

“So how do we do this?” I asked, flopping onto my back.  “And does this need to be handled by the Council instead of through the ‘diplomatic force’?” It was the more polite term for Charly and Arthur, rather than ‘resident experts in fuckery’, which I happened to prefer.

There was a brief moment of silence as we all stared at each other. I wasn’t entirely sure, but I had a gut feeling that they were wondering some of the same things I was. What all would even need to be considered? For one, Teeth had come from Earth, but had been raised around non-humans for most of their life. What did their immune system even look like? Sure, they were currently being held in the medbay to help monitor the stress their body was under in increased gravity, but each berth was kept under a sterile field, no exceptions.

“Tyche,” I sighed. “Are Grey and Antoine still monitoring Teeth’s health? I don’t need specifics, I know you aren’t supposed to tell me, just a yes or no is fine.”

“Yep,” she admitted. “And I’m guessing you’re trying to figure out how much this is going to take, medically, to get them in our version of good health.”

“Can’t have them dying of the sniffles,” Charly pointed out. “Arthur and I can work on the diplomatic end, but we’re going to have to move fast. The S’crirs has to leave in a max of five days.”

Realizing the largest flaw in my plotting, I groaned. “I’m not allowed to influence Council decisions,” I complained through my hands as I covered my face. “But I really want this to work out for the best. And my whole family is either on the Council or Council-adjacent, for the most part.” 

Frustration and not a small amount of sadness clenched in my chest. With all the restrictions on my probation, I had largely been avoiding most of the people in my life, just to err on the side of not breaking the rules. So far it had been a successful tactic from a technical perspective, but depression was creeping up on me with lightning speed.  Even the endorphins from our recent workout hadn’t lasted very long in keeping it at bay. I tried breathing exercises in an attempt to level out my emotions for a few minutes, but still felt tears rolling from eyes down the sides of my face to my ears. Do not sob. Do not sniff. My face was still covered, so maybe if I avoided talking or making any noise, neither of them would realize that I was crying.

As only my luck would have it, that was the precise moment that Tyche asked “How much longer until you get your privileges back?”

“Du muffs” I mumbled through the heels of my palms.

“So, after the fleet arrives, but before we reach Von,” she estimated. “That’s not terrible. And it’s not like anyone is going to tell the Eko-mari that you’re in trouble or anything. As far as they will be concerned, you’re sick or something.”

“Unless Miys tells them,” Charly pointed out, her ability to read my mind unerring as usual.

Tyche muttered something about Xiomara before speaking up. “I’m pretty sure that would qualify as a privacy violation. She admitted to it, she is being punished, end of story. Besides, can’t you and Arthur - I dunno, distract them with the ‘escaping’ pirates?” Even with my face covered, I could clearly hear the air quotes she was using.

“Weeeeell, it will be tough. Obviously we negotiated to let them go, and it’s pretty heavily implied that we won’t let the Eko-mari pursue them. To your point, done is done, blah blah blah.  Better to just have Derek add it as a topic to Simon’s agenda in his role as human-Miys liaison.  He won’t even think about it, with everything else going on.”

What else was going on, other than arguing over the repairs? I wondered. Carefully curious, I peeked between my fingers…

Only to see both of them staring at me like I was an idiot. “What?” I asked, trying to play it off.

Tyche tapped her chin and narrowed her eyes at me. “Did you know you clench your stomach when you’re crying and trying to hide it?” she asked nonchalantly.

“And drum your weird toes,” Charly added, her face altogether confused. “Who drums their toes?”

“Apparently I do,” I grumbled. “Now tell me what else Simon is busy with before I start clenching my stomach and drumming my ‘weird’ toes again.”

Thankfully, they didn’t argue and silently agreed to distract me. “He’s trying to get the biologists to work out some data modelling of aquatic species native to Von,” Charly explained,  “and they are trying to explain that we don’t have current-enough environmental data for that. At the moment, anyway. We might have better data once Alice and Pranav get everything converted over from the stuff the pirates gave us.”

Wait. “I know we didn’t get any data about Earth when the Ark database updated, but did we not get anything about Von? I swear that Grey gave me a physical science refresher course while I was in the medbay under observation. There is no way I hallucinated something that boring.”

“Fifty year old geological data is way more useful than fifty year old climate data,” Tyche pointed out. “And that is how old our data is, all the way around, and there isn’t much that wasn’t retrieved from probes or scans.”

“Sooo… what exactly does Simon expect them to do? Make something up?”

Tyche sighed. “Start with the data they had from fifty years ago, and make educated projections based on previous climate trends, since it’s not like there have been any inhabitants to escalate anything.”

“I can’t even figure out if that is a clever idea or a terrible one,” I admitted.

“Kind of both?” she hedged. “Barring any major disasters like interstellar debris impacts or - I don’t know, the whole surface melting and reforming on a regular basis - it would be a good idea. As it stands, by the time they would be able to make a reliable model, Simon could just go catch one of the damned things.”

Ah. That made more sense.

Charly chimed in. “It’s pretty solid thinking to say ‘Hey, this planet isn’t tectonically active and hasn’t been polluted by technology, so it should be consistent,’ but it’s another thing to completely ignore that ‘consistent’ for Von is ‘consistent freezing and melting’.”

My hands came up to my face again, but this time to rub my temples. “Remind me why we are moving to this particular hellscape again?”

“It was this or cannibals,” Charly reassured me, patting me on the leg. “Besides, we get to be hobbits. It’ll be fun.”

<< Prev  Masterlist  Next >>

[two-am-outlines-only]

Feelings Are Dumb

Summary: Logan has been talking to Remus online for months now, never putting the nervous twist in its stomach to anything more than needing to sleep more. Until it finally realizes especially after talking to Virgil the feeling its been repressing for weeks now. Faced with the facts, it can’t decide: tell him and risk the friendship, or ride it out until it goes away?

Warnings: none

Ships: Platonic intrulogical

Word Count: 1740

AO3 Link

Logan leaned back into the couch, rubbing its eyes tiredly but with a happy smile that only grew wider as its messages pinged once again. Typing out a quick reply it switched back to its working document to transfer more of its research notes. Technically the documents weren’t due for at least a week but it was a lot to sort through, and at its current working rate Logan was set to finish just in time. The distraction was welcome of course, even if the conversations between it and Remus could be...unconventional at times. 

Topics often ranged from everything from their jobs and choice of study to more questionable topics; Remus inventing all manor of disturbing deep sea monsters while Logan cringed behind its screen and both of them discussing crime documentaries or old slasher films, Logan pointing out the inconsistencies and commenting on how certain actions could be performed better with Remus adding his own commentary about how the detail in the blood splatter was wrong and what blood recipe he would have used to make it more realistic. Logan often wondered what Remus’ roommate felt about him if he had one since Logan knew some of their conversations disturbed its own to no end.

Hearing another ping Logan quickly switched tabs to read the newest message, shoving its meager productivity to the side for the time being.

Remus: Hey Sweetheart, I just read the analysis you posted in the forum; you made some really good points! Coulda added more commentary on the gore I think but to each their own.

Face turning scarlet at the pet name Logan took a deep breath before responding.

Logan: Yes well, don’t forget you helped with some of the points. I also happened upon one of your more recent stories in my free time and the direction you took the plot and characters was quite impressive; you’re a very creative writer.

Remus: Stop deflecting and take the compliment nerd.

Logan: I never said I wouldn’t! But, thank you for the compliment Starlight.

Sending a pet name back made Logan immediately regret its decision to exist on Earth. Remus called it sweet things all the time and logically it knew it was all just playful flirting but every time he did it added another butterfly to its stomach that begged to be let out in any form of reciprocation it could manage, awkward as it was in real life. Holding its breath Logan watched as the three little dots hopped up and down to indicate Remus was typing, hoping it hadn’t overstepped or picked a name the other would take offense to.

Remus: I’ve never gotten that as a nickname before, usually they’re a lot more...suggestive.

Logan: You can definitely tell me off if you want, I realize that might have been a weird thing to say but I thought it appropriate considering you call me a space nerd a lot of the time.

Remus: Relax dude, I love it. Though my light would be nothing compared to the brightness of your galaxy *-* I’m gonna go get some actual work done now, talk to you later?

This was definitely one of those times Logan was immensely grateful its face was behind a screen rather than trying to speak person to person. Sending a simple thumbs up in reply it bounced back into the couch with a groan and hid its burning face in its hands. Logan had only become aware of its feelings recently, finally figuring out why it had been feeling so sick lately. Subconscious thoughts had been plaguing its mind for weeks now, going outside and seeing other couples had made a pang in its chest throb ever so slightly every time. It wasn’t really interested in a relationship exactly- at least not in the conventional sense, but thinking about a person it had never met and trying to imagine what it would be like to hold his hand while they made fun of old horror movies was something it couldn’t shake from its mind no matter how hard it tried to move its thoughts elsewhere.

From the way he often typed, somewhat flowery language from his writing seeping into his messages Logan imagined him having a sweet, if not blatantly troublemaking, smile. Realizing it had wanted the play flirting to be at least somewhat serious had come as a huge slap to the face with the problem arising that it was not only incredibly awkward, too much so to ever say anything, but also they lived so far away from each other that there was hardly a point in saying anything at all unless either of them moved closer, which it highly doubted would happen.

Groaning again in frustration Logan failed to notice its roommate join it by sitting on the arm of the couch with his signature cup of coffee clutched in his hands. “You’re being so loud I think the neighbors can hear you at this point. You good, L?”

“Please make noise when you come in the room, you startled me.” Logan mumbled behind its hands.

Virgil quirked an eyebrow and flopped down next to it. “You didn’t even react.”

“It’s internal.” Smiling as Virgil laughed, it leaned forward and gestured to the screen. “I realize why I’ve been distressed lately but knowing the reason isn’t making the feelings go away.”

Eyes blowing wide, Virgil’s expression turned more serious. “Was it something I did? Listen, I’ll take the request to make noise more seriously I thought we were just goofing around-”

“Virgil, relax.” Logan held up its hand and turned back to its computer. “I’m talking about someone I’ve been talking to.”

“Oh the weird guy who talks about cannibalism like it's a birthday party?”

Laughing low, it shook its head. “That’s not the only thing we talk about! Sometimes we discuss our own projects or jobs and you know...other things.”

Virgil deadpanned. “Other things like flirting at one in the morning?”

Turning beet red, Logan flapped its hands instantly. “No! I just- I've been seeing couples and thinking about someone but I never put anything to that until now. And talking to him makes me feel nervous and light like I want to puke and laugh at the same time. And you now...the pet names are...nice.”

“That’s a crush Logan.”

Throwing up its hands it huffed in annoyance. “Yes Virgil, I know that, how do I shut it off?”

Snapping excitedly Virgil turned to face it fully. “Logan you never have crushes!”

“I know that too.”

“Can you tell him?”

“Can I what?!” Logan squawked, gaping at its friend.

“Well, he already flirts back right? And he was the one who started it in the first place right?”

“Well yes but- he lives so far away, it would be a waste of time.”

“Who says it would be?”

‘You're practically the embodiment of anxiety itself and you're asking if I'm capable of confessing a crush that lives half a country away.”

“Long distance works out sometimes!”

“I'd ruin what we already have.”

“ Logan- you know what I can't really counter any of your points since I feel the same about Ja- my friend.’ Squeezing his lips together Virgil suddenly became very interested in swirling his half full mug around.

Logan raised its eyebrows. “Subtle save.”

“Thank you.” Virgil sniffed indignantly before gesturing to the screen in front of them. “What do you see in this guy anyway? You’ve only ever messaged him right?”

Blushing, Logan turned away. “I’m aware of how unconventional it is, I don’t know if he’s telling the truth about his identity and I’ve never seen his face but- I just...mm. He types pretty you know? Like somehow you could just tell if you saw him you’d want to cup his cheeks and kiss his nose by the way he talks.”

It chanced to look over at its friend only to see him desperately trying to contain a huge smile as he listened to it spill out all the thoughts that had been piling up lately. Rolling its eyes it reached forward and shut the laptop, standing up and making its way to the kitchen. “It’s my turn to make dinner correct?”

“Logan.”

“I’m thinking pasta-”

“Logan that was adorable you really need to tell him.”

“I will do no such thing. He hasn’t expressed any interest in being in a relationship with me or otherwise and I will not throw myself at him just because of some schoolyard crush that I can get over within the month.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works buddy.” Virgil slid onto the far end of the counter with an infuriating grin, trying and failing to hide it behind his coffee mug. Huffing, it turned away to dig for the jars of pasta sauce. “Well, that's how it's going to work for me.”

“Whatever you say L.”

-----

Later that night, logging back on its computer to try and get some actual progress done on its thesis at least Logan smiled faintly as he saw he had yet another message from Remus.

Remus: Hey, nerd. I know you have a lot of shit to get done this week so I won’t bother you too much unless you need the distraction. Just don’t work too hard okay? Actually follow a sleep schedule for once? You’re set in the looks department so beauty rest won’t help there but if you’re too tired to function you’re not gonna get nearly as much done as you want and I know you hate it when you’re off schedule. Sweet dreams Logan.

Blushing profusely it glanced at the clock, and seeing that it was already nearly one in the morning it sighed before honoring its friends wishes, making to shut the laptop to give its tired eyes a rest. Hesitating for a second, it thought over what Virgil had said earlier, biting its lip as it stared at the newest message. Clearly, Remus cared about it, and Logan definitely cared for him a great deal-

Shaking its head it shut the laptop decisively. Good decisions were rarely made in the early hours of the morning. Feeling the last of the heat leave its face, Logan sighed again as it made its way to its bedroom. Tomorrow. It nodded sleepily, thoughts of kind, manic eyes and wildly gesturing hands filled its mind yet again. It could wait until tomorrow.