#I have had three maybe four crushes on actual people in my life and I’m 26

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I know it’s not a reliable way to judge how things work for most alloromantics, but apparently you guys are having romantic feelings a few times a month, sometimes a few times a WEEK?! I just thought… you guys felt it every few years or when you have had a few dates or something. But huh?! A week?! Is that true?

I have literally only had crushes. I don’t feel little instances of quick attraction (which other people apparently do???) I’ll see someone and go “huh, they look nice” but it won’t really be romantic, just aesthetic. And even that only happens every once in awhile. The only time I ever really feel romantic attraction is when I get a strong crush. My feelings, annoyingly, have no in-between. They also can’t be prompted by me attempting to set them up, like a date. It just doesn’t do anything, and not “it doesn’t happen every time” that I think is normal, no, it just doesn’t happen at all. I wish it worked, I really do. It would make my life so much simpler, but it never does. Sometimes I’ll see someone do something and go like, “aww, that’s cute” but it’s more just general endearment or maybe affection. It doesn’t feel romantic. I’m so confused.

[axeoverblade]

Classmate

PART ONE (CURRENT); PART TWO ; PART THREE

Earth 42! Miles Morales x fem! reader

Synopsis! For the life of you , you couldn’t understand why Miles had it out to get you so bad. If it wasn’t for the mid-year seat change, he wouldn’t have even acknowledged your existence.

MASTERLIST

Genre: light fluff, enemies to lovers like trope, light bully!Miles

Warnings: mentions of sa (nothing happens just mentioned), mentions of violence, maybe foul language but I think that’s it enjoy!

word count: 5k

Authors comment: I keep seeing School themed hcs and I had to say me sphewl(?), planned to be one shot but thinking about a part two. Sorry for any bad translations my Spanish is meh, please leave a like <3

Do not copy! All rights reserved to ©axeoverblade

It was known half way through the school year at Visions Academy the teachers changed the assigned seats. Being in your last hour, you were pretty much comfortable sitting next to almost anyone in the class.

Albeit, you did have a few in your mind you would rather not be sat with. Kids who didn’t like to do the group work, kids who talked too much, kids who always were trying to copy answers, etc.

The teacher went through the neatly organized desks column by column, starting on the left side closest to the door for the new seating chart. There were only four columns seeing as the wooden desks were double seated. You listened as she went through assigning kids to chairs, finally reaching the last column. There were about seven other kids along with you still waiting to be called to the four desks available. All the kids left were somewhat iffy options to be next to for the rest of the year.

…

Only you and three others were left. She called out to the second to last desk, “Amanda and John”. You sigh a breath of relief happy to not be sat next to John who had a crush on you, your thoughts replaying all the times he had tried to get with you. Feelings were not mutual. “ And Finally Y/n and Miles.”

You walked over to the seat from the front of the room, seeing the Miles kid already getting comfortable in his new seat closest to the wall.

You never had the chance to talk to Miles much. Actually, you don’t think you’ve ever talked to him. He was very reticent in the classroom. The moment he finished his work which was always relatively quick, he was out of the class leaving a few minutes to spare coming back before the bell rang.

There was a reason you never made an effort to talk to Miles. In fact, it was more like you endeavored to avoid him. His hedonistic friend group were known for being-, uncivil. They treated others horribly, always making someone do something that would make your stomach churn if you had to be the one to do it. And even though Miles was known to never actively participate in those things, anyone who hung around people who did those things were bound to start someday.

What confused you though, he was extremely smart unlike the jerks he was always with. You heard he was one of the highest scoring kids, every report card stamped with straight As. That wasn’t much at this school, almost everyone had straight As and high Bs, but all his grades averaged above 94.

There was also no denying he was very attractive. Surprisingly he was never seen with anyone romantically, unlike his friends who always had a girl or two under their arms. There were definitely people were lined up at his feet though, always trying to cling to him. He always just brushed them off, sometimes blunter than he needed to be.

You had seen it once, a girl you hadn’t really liked had gone up to him during passing period asking for his number only for him to look at her and walk right past her. All his friends and their shallow twats of girlfriends laughed at her, walking with Miles past her.

She cried in bathroom for forty minutes after.

You stood next to your seat, putting your bag down. “Hi I’m y/n” you said, formally introducing yourself to Miles for the first time. He looked up to you from his phone. You watched as he took his time studying you, making you slightly flustered as his eyes roamed your body. He looked back down at his phone, disregarding your presence. “I know.”

You blinked a few times processing the abrupt rudeness.

You rolled your eyes and whispered a few choice words to yourself about the interaction as you sat down, realizing you were stuck next to him for the rest of the year.

You pulled out your phone, texting your friend and roommate Mei, who was across the room, about how rude Miles was. She looked up, seeing you staring at her irritated. She giggled before texting back.

Mei: He so fine tho 😍 ask em if he needs a dog

You: Mei 💀

You: he’s so rude n for what? Like he could’ve just nodded or said his name. I know he got that whole “bad boy” thing goin but ain’t have to do allat

Mei: Ion know gl tho 💯

You: Ur no help 😭 Ima ask for a seat change

Mei: It's the first five minutes you have sat next to each other, maybe he is just nervous from ur emmense beauty 😩 I know I would be

Mei: PLUS u know Ms Reita does not b swappin seats. You know how many times I asked to be moved from Jessica only for her to say tuff luck and move on? Seventeen times. Just give it time n maybe it gets better you never know

You: 😐

You shook your head and put your phone down as the teacher started passing out the work. It was a normal worksheet due by the end of class. You went through, solving the easier problems before going back and finishing the ones you skipped.

You were on your last problem when Miles hand shot up lazily. Ms.Reita looked at him and sighed, knowing that he was going to leave for almost the rest of class period if she let him leave the room. “Is your worksheet finished?” “I wouldn’t be raisin’ my hand if it wasn’t.” “Watch it Morales, wouldn’t want to have to tell your Mom you have detention would you?” He sighed before mockingly smiling “sorry Ms.Reita, can I so humbly excuse myself?” He batted his eyelashes for extra effect, clearly tired of the interaction and ready to leave. She huffed as pointed to the door. You snickered to yourself watching the exchange. He looked at you, a glint of amusement washing over his eyes, but the look left as soon as it appeared. He looked away getting up and walking out.

_

You walked with Mei back to your shared dorm, talking about the nonsense that flooded your minds. Luckily for you, it was Friday and you could go home tonight, you just had to go grab your bag and you would be free from this hell hole.

…

“Alright Mei I’ll see you on Monday” you said, grabbing your suitcase and backpack, pulling it with you to leave. She smiled and waved, still packing. “Bye baby mama” you rolled your eyes playfully at what she said. She would constantly make jokes about how she could care for you and be your sugar momma, even though she was just as broke as you were.

You walked toward the lobby of the school, seeing the exit to the building so close. It felt like knowing air was near when you were drowning, finally being able to catch a break and breathe- “oh sorry baby girl, didn’t see you there.” You felt someone bump into you, too intentional for it to be accident. You cringed at the nickname and gathered yourself. Luckily you hadn’t fallen, just stumbled causing your bag to fall off you. “Don’t call me that John.” You said, picking up your bag and slinging it in on your shoulder. “You know you like it” he said, closer than he needed to be. Recoiling at the sound of him so close to your ear, you stuck your hand out and lightly pushed him further from you. “I really don’t, I already told you I want nothin’ to do with you.” You continued to walk to the exit, only for him to walk beside you. “Cmon baby I can show you the world, stop playing hard to get.” You looked at him, stopping in your tracks, “I’m not playing hard to get, this is me playing I don’t want you” “so you admit you're playing about not wanting me?” He said, smirking. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, just wanting to go home. “For the final time John, I am not interested.” You walked again, this time he didn’t follow because his friends were walking up to him. “I’ll see you on Monday baby!” He called out loudly, drawing attention to the both of you. You scowled and walked faster out the building, happy to not have to see John for a few days.

Unbeknownst to you, Miles was watching the interaction from the beginning, ignoring his friends talk about the girls that passed or the sexist comments they made. He noted how you reacted to John, how much disgust surged through your body language. He disliked John, but for separate reasons. John was one of those guys. Class A jock who didn’t know when to quit. Also didn’t know when to shut their mouths. Granted, those were the exact people he hung around. But at least he could tolerate their idiocy, and it was better than walking around the school alone all day. Only kid he hung around that wasn’t like that was his roommate Ganke.

He watched as you scowled and left the school. He shrugged minding his own business, zoning back into the conversation about who had the biggest boobs.

Monday rolled around quicker than you could’ve imagined. And it felt like a Monday, which never helped. You trudged into your last hour groggily, just wanting to be done with the day so you could go back to your dorm and sleep. Walking over to your seat, you looked at Mei across the room. She wiggled her eyebrows, mouthing for you to initiate conversation with Miles. You rolled your eyes, sitting down. Miles was sketching lightly on the worksheet already passed out on the desks. You tried to look at it, but the braid that draped over his shoulder covered your view. You didn’t want to seem invasive, so you just grabbed your sheet and began working.

Finishing the sheet quickly, you got on your phone, scrolling through your socials. You saw a news alert flash across the top of your screen, some message about “the prowler striking again” over the weekend. You swiped it away.

You didn’t hate the prowler in all honesty, but you would never admit that out loud. Whoever was under the mask did bad things, but usually only to bad people. Usually.

The police barely did anything anymore, making it hard to even go outside without getting mugged or groped or something bad. With the prowler being out and about, some idiots have been scared off the streets, enough to where you could at least walk to and from your family apartment to school. In your eyes, the vigilante kinda helped a little.

“Stop tapping, its annoyin” a voice rudely interrupted you from your thoughts. You looked over to see miles looking at you, semi-irritated. You hadn’t realized you were tapping the desk, something you did unconsciously when you were lost in your own mind. You pulled your hand back, putting it on your thigh, “my fault, ain need all that attitude though” you said looking at him. He rolled his eyes and started drawing again. “Whatcha’ sketching?” You asked, leaning towards him slightly. He looked at you with furrowed brows, blinking a couple of times, before going back to sketching ignoring your question. El tiene algunos nervios. Instead of just excusing his behavior like you did on Friday, you opted to invade his personal space; moving his braid, your head now hovering over his shoulder. He moved his body quickly, his reflexes faster than you could process. “Qué coño estás haciendo?” He said sternly, but you didn’t budge. “You didnt wanna respond” you said not looking at him, more focused on the drawing. “That ain’ answer my question” he said, you could feel the irritation laced in his voice, but instead of leaving him alone like he wanted, you grabbed the paper to get a better view. The drawing was a well portrayed mask of sorts, oddly similar to the prowlers, and a few weapons all sketched on the back of his paper. You raised your eyebrow at the drawing. He was actually really good at drawing, the detail for him to have started that less than twenty minutes ago impressed you. He snatched the paper back. You turned your head to him, seeing him looking at you with furrowed eyebrows, getting ready to say something. “Answer me next time and I won’t have to do that” you said before he could speak, a mocking smile laying on your lips. He rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath before going back to sketching.

One word, Regret.

You really wish you hadn’t decided to let you imaginary balls get the best of you. Because now Miles how a personal vendetta against you. Damn your pride. Within the span of few weeks he somehow had broken into your locker and trashed you books, he made sure it wasn’t anything that you couldn’t fix easily though, just a few torn pages. He constantly would shove you, which he mude sure to do lightly to not actually hurt you, into the lockers when he passed you in the nearly empty halls when he was with his friends. He would say the most outlandish things to you whenever you passed him when the halls were too crowded and others could see what he did. He made sure his friends didn’t mess with you though, knowing they would take it way too far how they had with the other kids they harassed. And even though you tried to ignore him the first few weeks hoping he would stop, he never did. You swore you could feel yourself loosing your mind.

Miles had only originally planned on pestering you for a day or two to get the point across that you should’ve left him alone, but then he realized how fun it was to provoke you. You became his entertainment, or at least that was the reason that he told himself he went out of his way to annoy you. And now that he had gotten on your last nerve, you were like a ticking time bomb every time.

You made school easier for him, giving him something to look forward to. Your reactions were always so animated, almost comical, making messing with you so funny. He didn’t just mess with you in sense of picking on you., he would mess with you feelings too. He looked for you in the halls just to go behind you and pull you by your backpack into him. You would lose your balance then he would put his hands on you waist to stabilize you, whispering in your the cusp of your ear sternly to “watch where you’re going mami”, a nickname he now would often call you just to see how irritated and flustered you would get. You would always reply with a snarky remark, something along the lines of “he pulled you into him”, always stuttering through the sentence no matter the amount of times he had done this to you, siempre fue tan mono a él. Something that unintentionally brought his face to a smirk was how you never mentioned anything about the nicknames he gave you like you did with John.

His friends would constantly make comments about how Miles liked you and now you were off limits, but every time he shot the idea down with a quick annoyed face. But perish the thought one of his friends gets talks about you the wrong way. They had seen the way Miles looked at the guy who had walked up to and called you pretty. Didn’t ask for your number, didn’t do anything weird, just called you pretty. The problem wasn’t even the compliment, it was how genuinely big you smiled but it wasn’t because of him.

Miles wasn’t going to deny he found you attractive. He had seen you the first day he walked into Vision academy a year ago and couldn’t get you out of his head for week. Hell you were probably the prettiest girl in the school, but maldito eres molestosa. When laying on the bed in his dorm room the nights he wasn’t out doing his prowler work, he could hear your pesky voice ringing in his ears, también pudo ver tu cara hermosa. He hated it. He hated how sometimes your face would pop up in his brain during a mission, and it would make him falter for a moment. Something as simple as hesitating, even for a millisecond, could’ve had him killed mid fight.

He didn’t actually care for you, at least that’s what he told himself. So you can understand why it bothered him so much that he hated weekends now, knowing it was extra days where he couldn’t see you, feel you. Even if it was just a brush on the shoulder when doing partner work, or him shoving you lightly when walking past, glaring at you like you were the one that bumped into him.

It annoyed you to no end you were stuck next to him for the rest of the year. What annoyed you even more was how attracted you were to him. He was so dismissive toward you, and for some reason you would sit in your room giggling with Mei about how his laugh, even though the only reason you had heard it was because he was making fun of you, was the most attractive thing you have ever heard.

…

Luckily today was Friday so you could enjoy the weekend.

It had been a few months since you had been moved next to Miles, a few months since you decided to overstep a boundary you wish you hadn’t, a few months since you’ve been slowly loosing your sanity. Miles had taken it upon himself to mess with you in class, staying for almost the whole period now a days to do just that.

“If you would finish your work then we could be done already” you mumbled under your breath, looking at the shared work you had to do that Miles hadn’t even looked at, too engrossed in his phone. The two of you had been going back and forth since the start of class, now only roughly fifteen minutes left. He looked up to you, squinting from annoyance, “do you ever just, I don’t know, close your mouth?”. You rolled your eyes “If you, I don’t know, finish your half so I can go turn this in then yea maybe I would.” He scoffed, pulling the paper closer to him. A few minutes passed and he slid the paper over to you “don’t say anything else”. You looked at the paper, seeing he had completed his half of the work in record time, you must really annoy him. “Well if you just did that earlier” you said sarcastically, picking up the paper and walking over to the turn in bin, placing the paper in it.

As you walked back to your seat, John started to talk to you. You pursed your lips, walking past him heading to your seat behind him. That didn’t stop him, as all he did was turn his chair around to face you. “So the party is tonight, you can come-” he paused, putting emphasis on the word winking at you, hinting at something else. You looked at him disgusted. “And we can have a lot of fun, perfect chance for you to see how much you truly like me.” You blinked a few times, “yea no” was all you said before looking at your phone. You didn’t fail to hear the small, quiet breathy laugh that fell from Miles lips as he stared at his phone, overhearing the conversation. His laugh alone could make your knees buckle. You quickly brought yourself back to reality, not letting your mind flow with any positive thoughts about Miles. “Cmon’ baby, promise I’ll show you a good time.” “Ain’ I tell you not to call me that?” You said, annoyed that John just couldn’t leave you alone. “You know we locked in, you keep playin.” “John-” “aight hear me out, you come to the party, if you don’t have a nice time -which I can guarantee you will- I’ll leave you alone, how does that sound?” “You’ll leave me alone?” You said, intrigued by the offer. “If you come.” You sighed, “lemme ask my momma.” He smiled widely, happy to have finally convinced you. Miles secretly looked between the two of you with his eyebrows furrowed, thinking how pathetic John was.

A few minutes passed as John sat facing you, waiting for a response. You sighed, causing him to perk up. “I need to be home by 11, and you have to send me the address. My mom also needs your number and your mommas number, comprende?” He nodded quickly, typing all the information into your phone so you could send it to your mom. You sent the message, already regretting your decision.

Sure enough.

You sped walk home, the time nearing 10:45. Wiping the tear that trickled down your cheek, you scoffed. The party started off great, you and John had a great time, initially.

Then things got weird, he tried to take you to a bedroom upstairs, you declined, him being intoxicated, grabbed you forcefully to take you up. You were glad you were taught basic self defense. You kneed him in the bolas and grabbed your bag, quickly leaving. You wondered what would’ve happened if you had dranken something, where you wouldn’t have been fully aware of your surroundings. You hurrying to dismiss the thought, happy to be out the party

Normally you would be much more aware of the world around you, had you not been so lost in your thoughts. “Hey there pretty lady” you heard, you couldn’t catch a break tonight. You started walking quicker, almost jogging with your eyes focused ahead of you, as you just wanted to get home safely. “You ain’t hear us talkin to you?” Your eyes widened at the mention of us, realizing there was more than one. You searched for your switch blade that would usually be inside your pocket, but it was no where to be found. You figured it must’ve fallen out at the party, you silently cursed to yourself. Three men were now matching your speed, and suddenly were next to you.

“What’s a little momma like you doing out here all alone, don’t you know there’s bad guys out here?”

“Don’t worry baby, we’ll keep you safe”, they grabbed you forcefully covering your mouth so you wouldn’t alert anyone, not like anyone would help. They pulled you to the nearest alley. You bit the hand of whoever was covering your mouth, causing them to let go of your face. You took this as an opportunity to scream for dear life, only to be smacked into a state of drowsiness. You quickly shook yourself out of it, feeling the stinging sensation spread across your face. Your ear was ringing lightly, and you could’ve sworn this dude knocked your tooth loose. You spit at the guy across from you, seeing bloody saliva land on his face. The guy behind you who was holding you let go and moved to the side. Before you could react to the new found freedom, you were pushed roughly into the wall behind you. “Tonto puta, all you had to do was cooperate” the guy in front of you said, wiping the spit off his face.

Ready to accept whatever was going to happen, you closed your eyes and scrunched your face, only to hear screams of pain from the three men, followed by an uncanny silence.

You opened your eyes, seeing the prowler standing where the man in front of you once was with a bloody claw. The three men were laying on the ground, damn near lifeless. Your eyes widened, your mouth parting from the sight. The vigilante stared at you, you could see the eye like symbols displayed on the mask slightly widened at the sight of the hand-mark on your face before recomposing into a stoic, neutral setting. You were too shocked, and mostly scared to say anything.

The figure got closer, to which you could work out was a male. You took note of the two braids cascading down their neck behind the mask, as well as the oddly clean Jordan’s they sported. You didn’t have much time to take in their lanky appearance, as they took a final step towards you, making it so you had to look up at their mask. Their presence loomed over you eerily. You gaped at him, your pleading eyes filled with fear. You knew he wasn’t necessarily a villain per say, closer to the flip side if anything. He did just save you. But the thought of an individual being so much more powerful than you, knowing that at any moment he would always in control no matter what you did, threw your brain into a constant state of unease. Feeling your heart beating out your chest, you raised your hands lightly placing it on their chest to stop them from getting any closer, even though you knew they could easily overpower you no matter what you did. His heartbeat was slow, almost calming to feel. “Please” you whispered, voice barely leaving your larynx.

As quickly as he had come he left. You looked around, finally spotting him lurking on top of the building across from you, crouching along the ledge looking at you. You looked at the Prowler one last time, making eye contact with their mask silently mouthing a ‘thank you’. He flipped away to wherever else he goes, not acknowledging your gratitude. You nearly collapsed, sliding down the wall. Your hands aggressively wiped your face before meeting your hairline, resting there as you breathed ruggedly. The adrenaline you had was wearing off, and the bruises the men left you with became more prominent on your skin, as well as more painful. At least your opinion about the prowler was correct, he was a good guy after all, to you at least.

Returning to school on Monday was a catastrophe, news spread like wildfire about you being attacked by the three men, as well as your encounter with the Prowler. Random people were approaching you asking what is what like and other random questions revolving around your attack. No one however, was talking about what happened at the party. But you couldn’t blame them, not many people saw what had happened.

…

It was finally the last period. You wanted nothing more for this to blow over, and for you to be done with the day back in your dorm. You walked in, wavering slightly seeing John leaning on your desk. You noticed Miles sitting in his seat on his phone, eye bags deeper than usual.

You quickly sat down, trying your best to ignore John's attempts to talk to you.

“Y/n please it was an accident-”

You ignored him getting your pencil out of the top zipper of your bag.

“Y/n please just listen I was drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing you gotta believe me” he leaned toward to take your hand, causing you to flinch and pull back. You looked at him angrily “you think being drunk excuses anything?” Your voice was calm and almost at a whisper despite how you felt, trying your best to draw the least amount of attention. He sighed desperately, “No it doesn’t but you gotta see it from my perspective-” “what perspective John?!? The one where you tried to force yourself on me? Or the one where you tried to take me upstairs against my will? I swear if you come near me again, I won’t hesitate to cut your polla off, comprende?” Ms. Reita asked everyone to take their seats, causing John to look at you solemnly before scoffing and turning to his seat.

You huffed, putting your head between your crossed arms on the table. “What happened at the party?” You looked over to Miles surprised. You hadn’t expected him to ask you any questions, but if he did you figured it would be something about the prowler incident. “Nothin’.” You said dismissively. He looked at you skeptically. Before you could even react, he grabbed your phone off the desk and tucked it in his pocket. “You ain’ gettin’ it back til you tell me what happened.” “Why do you care so much?” “Your wrinkles n’ dark circles look worse than usual, wanna know why.” “Could say the same for you” he looked at you blankly. You sighed, “John got a lil’ too handsy is all, don’t worry ‘bout it. Can I have my phone back-“ “mami, how handsy?” His stern voice caught you off guard. He looked at John's direction for a split second, you could’ve sworn you’d seen Miles look at John with a look of determined death. He looked back at you eyebrows furrowed, “he tried to take me upstairs n’ I wasn’t feelin’ it, so he tried to make me” you uttered, a little quieter towards the end of your sentence. “Left before he could do anything” you finished, “can I get my phone back now?” You looked at him tiredly. He let out a simple huh and gave you your phone back, his full attention now on johns figure ahead in the seat diagonally ahead of him.

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The class had been dismissed, luckily Miles had decided to leave you alone today, you were too tired to deal with his antics anyway. Walking over to Mei dismissing John's stare, you two began walking out of the class heading to the lobby so you head back to your dorm room. As you were walking back Mei stopped at a vending machine to get a couple snacks for the dorm so you two could have a movie night. You waited as she inserted her money, clicking which snacks you both liked to buy them. As she was stuffing the snacks in her bag zipping it up, a student screamed “FIGHT”. You looked over seeing a crowd forming and walked over to see what was happening. Bullying your way to the front you saw Miles on top of John, pounding John's blood stricken face damn near permanently into the floor. Your eyes enlarged at the sight. Miles was clearly irate, and from the looks of it, had no plans of stopping. A security guard quickly ran in and grabbed miles off John's limp body. Miles spit at John, yelling something at him in Spanish that you couldn’t hear over the commotion. You looked at John's body, seeing him look almost unconscious as he coughed violently and rested on his elbows, trying to catch his breath. You gaped at Miles, shock written all over your face. His chest rose and fell quickly as he looked around the room seeing all the people watching. His eyes stopped as they met yours, his gaze softening slightly before he looked away. A huff fell from his lips as he was dragged to the principal's office. He jerked his arm away, muttering something about how he knew how to walk.

John had to be sent to the hospital.

Miles was in the principal's office, sitting silently as John's parents screamed at the principal while Miles’s mother sat next to him upset. “My child is a great kid! And how is he supposed to feel safe in this school anymore knowing this can happen again, huh?” John's mom spewed mindlessly, ranting about how she was going to press charges. Miles scoffed, causing Rio to look at him with a look of “watch your mouth before I watch it for you.” He just looked down at his hands in his lap.

Miles walked out of the classroom to head back to his shared dorm. He couldn’t get out of his mind what John had done to you. As vague as your response was, he knew more had happened between you and John. He didn’t know why it bothered him so deeply, it wasn't even really his business. He knew the thought of someone being touched like that made him upset, but he felt pure outrage from this specifically, and he knew deep in his heart it was because it was because it was you who had gone through it.

As much as he hated to admit it, he knew he felt something different for you when he intervened the night the three men attacked you. He almost added three bodies to his belt, for you.

Usually, as bad as it sounds, he would mostly let people get robbed or thrown around in alleyways. He would help occasionally if it sounded gruesome or of dire need for assistance. But he had to save his city from the sinister six, and petty crimes that were bound to happened weren’t the ideal way to do that. But the voice screaming sounded familiar, kinda sounded like you. The thought of you being in danger offset his nerves, and he knew a you were going to a party that night so he went, just to check.

Sure enough.

He stalked you from above the rest of your walk home just to make sure nothing else happened.

He walked into the lobby consumed by his own thoughts, snapping back to reality as he overheard John talking to his friends about how “y/n finally let me hit, she was so tight-”. He paused in his tracks. Ain’ no way acaba de escuchar lo que pensó que hizo. He turned to the direction of John's voice, this was now his business. He walked over, becoming increasingly irate the more John talked about “how much you loved it”. John turned, hearing footsteps approaching alarming quickly. He saw Miles, John knew Miles had heard about what really happened at the party. John scoffed, somewhat anxious he had been caught in his lie and afraid Miles would try to embarrass him in front of his friends. He quickly spoke before Miles even had the chance to say a word,“You ain’ needed here Miles-” John was cut off by a fist colliding with his face, not what he was expecting at all. Johns friends gasped or yelled in shock, Miles didn’t stop though. Miles didn’t even say anything, small grunts of anger being the only thing leaving his lips as John hit the floor. Miles siguan latiendo la mierda fuera de él.

“What you won't even speak huh?” John's mom said, facing Miles. He furrowed his eyebrows at her. “You wanna send my baby boy to the hospital and have no reason why? Why are you picking on my kid huh? You-” “You think your kid is the best thing on Gods green earth”Miles scoffed, cutting her off. “Cause he is, my kid wouldn’t hurt a fly and you-”“your oh so wonderful kid tried to rape a girl then went around yappin’ bout’ how much she enjoyed it.” The room fell silent. The principal eyes went wide, “Uh-Uhm, how about we resume this tommorow-” “well hold on,” Rio spoke for the first time, “My son intervened and helped someone in danger because their son was making girls unsafe in the school? Why is he being punished?” “Well Mrs.Morales we didn’t know that happened-” “so you immediately assumed my son was the cause of this not even getting evidence before?” “Well he did start-” “uhn-uh, their child is making the school more unsafe than Miles ever did. Why aren’t they being scolded for this?”

The principal apologized, saying Miles would be suspended for the rest of the week for starting the fight, but no charges could be pressed to avoid anybody getting into serious trouble.

Miles sat in the passenger seat of his moms car, the leather caressing his skin as he looked out the window. A hushed silence had fallen over the two a while ago. Silence is always worse than actually being screamed at, the anticipation is always so suffocating. “So.. who’s the girl?” His mom said, looking at the road ahead. Miles glanced at her before looking back out the window, “classmate.” She nodded, humming. Rio knew her son, and she knew Miles wouldn’t damn near end a kids life just just for some classmate.

“Ella tiene un nombre?” He sighed lightly, “Y/n.” Rio nodded and hummed again, looking at miles through the corner of her eye. “At some point throughout the week, I expect her over for dinner.” “I don’t even have her number, how is she supposed to know” Rio clicked her teeth and smirked,

“Encontrarás una manera”.

©axeoverblade

[rottenaero]

AO3

Part 1

Part 4

Part 6

Part 5 of the roommates idea

Okay okay, so before this starts, a lot of people have mentioned me posting this on ao3, and my question is if you guys mean it as it is, or if I should make two or three new parts to make up for the first part.

Because in the first part, we miss a lot of possible moments between Steve and Eddie since it skips to the basic idea.

This whole thing was meant to be a messy and quick way to get my ideas out, but then people ended up actually liking it, and well, I just want you guys to like the outcome.

Basically, I wanna know if I should;

A.Post it on ao3 as is

B. Post it on ao3 with two to maybe four parts instead of the original post, and have me do part six after I make those. (I'm a decently quick writer when I'm motivated, all these parts so far have been within a day or two)

C. Make the parts instead of the original post, and have this be a big one-shot on ao3(meaning it wouldn't be posted on there until this is finished)

I am really leaning towards B, just cause I wanna do those interactions (one of which would be Eddie coming out to Steve), but I wanna see what you guys think first.

This whole thing is kinda a wreck cause I don't usually post fics on Tumblr but hopefully it will get better with time.

After Dustin explains the upside down, and Eddie talks about what really happened, they come to a sort of agreement.

Eddie was to stay at the boathouse, and someone would occasionally come over with a supply of drinks and food.

Steve, of course, despised this, because Eddie is his best friend-(And who was he kidding? Goddamn crush, too)-dammit, but he let the plan go on anyway.

Before they left, Steve turned to Eddie, brows pinched together.

“Stay safe, alright? If you get hurt because you do something stupid, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

Eddie laughed, loud and full, “Kinda counterproductive, aye sweetheart?”

He stopped when Steve didn’t laugh or make a joke back. “I’ll be fine, and I’ll walkie if things go to shit.”

“Good.” Steve gave him a little peck on the corner of his lips, “Don’t die, man. Can’t take care of these little shits by myself.”

He turned to face Max, and a gaping Dustin and Robin.

“Lets go, nerds”

-

Steve stared at the ground, unblinking.

One of his kids were gonna die.

Eddie had had apparently left the boathouse

Eddie was being hunted.

Two more students have been murdered.

He licked his lips, and his eyes flicked up to watch Powell talk about the town hall meeting.

They were royally fucked.

“Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler? Stevie?”

Steve’s eyes widened and he turned around in time to see Dustin snatch the walkie.

“Eddie, holy shit. Are you okay?”

The walkie took a second to crackle back to life.

“Nah man, pretty uh, pretty goddamn far from okay.”

“Where is he?”Nancy asked, already halfway back into the car.

“Where are you?”

“Skull Rock, Steve knows it.”

Steve smiled, grabbing the walkie and clicking down on the button, “Hold on tight, Ed-stefer, we’re on our way.” He tossed it back to Dustin before turning to Nancy.

“I’m driving.”

She scrunched her nose, but didn’t question it and swapped to the passenger's side.

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“Dude, I’m telling you, you’re leading us the wrong way.”

“It’s North, I’m positive! I checked the map.”

Steve sighed and pinched his nose, “This is literally Eddie and I’s spot, we come here all the time.”

“That doesn’t have to do with it being a make-out spot, does it?” Lucas asked hesitantly from his spot in the back.

“Jesus, no Sinclair, this does not have to do with- Eddie and I are just friends.”

Robin scoffed, “Didn’t you kiss him earlier?” She asked.

“As friends. He doesn’t like me like that.”

“Right, but you like him like that, though?”

“Oh wow, suddenly we’re here, y’know, at the place you said we weren’t gonna end up at?” Steve yelped, gesturing broadly at the rocks around him.

Lucas has to physically bite his lip to keep from mentioning that he had absolutely picked that up from Eddie, or that Eddie had picked it up from him.

“See? You little butthead, I was right.”

Theres a rustle of leaves and then,

“I concur, you, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead.”

Steve turned to face the man and almost collapsed in relief, hes not hurt.

“Jesus Eddie, we thought you were a goner.” Dustin sighed, as he made his way past Steve to hug Eddie.

“Yeah, me too man. Me too.”

The hug goes on for maybe ten seconds before Eddie’s pulling back and bringing Steve into a side one, you know, like some kind of dad. “I tried calling you guys, but uh…”

His face turned sheepish and he stepped back a bit to grab some water from a canister. “My walkie was busted, man.”

“Drenched.” He adds in after a second, laughing a bit.

He took another sip from the bottle before wiping and extra drops away from his mouth. “So, uh, I did the thing that I do now apparently. I ran.” He let out another laugh, this one was a little bit more self-deprecating.

“Do you know what time this was? The attack.”

Eddie perked up, and grabbed at his wrist, “ Yeah, no, I um, know exactly what time it was.”

He held up a watch, the dials on it weren’t moving. “My walkie wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.”

“9:27…”

“Same times our flashlights went kablooey.” Robin says, and her eyes light up like she connected the dots.

Steve hadn’t, “Which means what exactly?”

“That that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.”

Steve half-zoned out, silently going through the events in his head, while maintaining conversation.

“Skull Rock was North.”

“An electromagnetic field.”

“What say you, Eddie the Banished?”

Steve tuned back in, a hundred percent now. He turned to look at Eddie, who was still crouching, and damn how did his back not hurt?

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor,” Steve perked up, he kind of knew this one, “-which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think it’s a really bad idea.”

And Steve nodded along, because yeah, this was a terrible idea.

“But uh, the Shire, the Shire is burning, so Mordor it is.”

He whistled at Eddie when everyone got up, and he was by Steve’s side in seconds.

“You’re not hurt or anything, are you? Cause you don’t look it but…”He trailed off, and Eddie grinned.

“I am all-good Steve-O.” Steve nodded, “Good, good.”

Suddenly, there was a sharp gasp from right next to him, “Were you, perhaps, worried?!” Steve kicked a rock instead of answering.

It just made Eddie’s grin widen further.

“You totally were! Stevie Harrington, The-Former-King-Of-Hawkins turned sweetheart, worrying over lil-ol-Eddie-The-Freak-Munson!”

Steve scoffed, “ First off, I’d like to think I’ve always been a sweetheart, second off, keep it in your pants, dude.”

Eddie cackled, leaning into his side, “Yeah, yeah! You’re right. You’ve kinda been like that for the past two years, Mr.Eddie-Cant-Carry-A-Fucking-Hot-Pan-Anymore.” He laughed, ignoring the second part of Steve’s statement.

He huffed, “Just don’t want you getting hurt.”

Eddie booped his nose, “Yeah yeah, you’re just you like that.”

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[la2yn0va]

Friends…?

Characters: Jiaoqiu, Feixiao, Male Reader (Moze is mentioned)

(Can be taken as platonic or romantic. If romantic it’s a one-sided crush from the characters)

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-Childhood-

“Hey! Get a load of this loser!” A boy said as he pushed another against the wall. A pink-haired foxian—Jiaoqiu. Jiaoqiu’s ears stayed down as he shuddered fearfully.

“L-leave me alone!” He pleaded shakily, which fell on deaf ears. “Hah~? But I haven’t even started yet you pathetic fox” the bully harshly tugged on his ears as three others laughed behind him and Jiaoqiu yelped in pain, tears forming as they usually do. “S-STOP!! PLEASE IT HURTS!!”

Once again, no one heard his pleas. He was left alone to cry as his four tormentors laughed at him. “Come on! Do something about it you useless loser~! I thought foxian’s were meant to be smart! But you’re just a pathetic freak!”

Then, a boy seemingly appearing out of nowhere, jumped up and slammed his feet against the back of two laughing bullies. “H-HUH!!? WHAT THE—!!” Before the other one could finish, he was met with a chop to the jugular.

The boy then faced the leader, who had let go of jiaoqiu’s ear and stared fearfully at the boy who had just knocked out his three friends “Who—” a punch to his gut quickly shut him up before slamming his bicep against the leaders neck and bashing him against a wall, successfully knocking him out.

Jiaoqiu stared in awe and slight fear. He had never seen someone around his age so fast and easily knock out four boys under a minute! “You okay foxy?” The boy asked making jiaoqiu jump slightly before nodding. He walked up to him and jiaoqiu tried to back away unsuccessfully, still abit fearful of being hit, however, he was…being patted on the head?

“Huh…?” “So fluffy and soft. I’m jealous of you” The boy said with a small smile, easing the nerves of the bullied foxian. “I’m M/n. What’s your name foxy?” “I-I..I’m Jiaoqiu” “well jiaoqiu. I like you. And you’re my friend now”

From that day on, m/n was always seen by jiaoqiu’s side. Weather it was in the library reading on medicine, or in a back alley, beating down on some bullies or even thieves. “Hey jiaoqiu. If a woman can only produce one gender, does that make their womb weak or special?” “Please m/n.. I’m a chief...stop asking me those questions…”

Jiaoqiu dreamed of being a chief yet also a healer to help the military combat the abominations of the abundance. He tried to convince m/n to join the military as m/n was easily the strongest person he knew… well… besides someone else.

“Hey. Why do you want to join the cloud knights? You’re basically giving up your life to some people you don’t have any connection with.. I think it’s pretty dumb.”

“That’s… not how I see it… I want to get rid of the abundance monsters because.. well.. they killed my mom and dad. Not to mention the borisin who ensalved my kind are apparently working with those monsters… I feel like it’s my duty to be on the war and make sure no one dies”

“Huh… I guess I never thought of it like that… At least your not giving up your life for a bunch of nobodies” M/n said, patting jiaoqiu as he usually did making his friend blush a bit. “Sure.. look if you join the cloud knights-” “I already said no” “You will find a person that can beat you!”

That seemed to catch m/n’s interest “Huh? What’re you talking about? I’ve never lost a fight, even with trained cloud knights” “Well… these this girl in the cloud knights. One who I.. owe a debt to. Her name is feixiao and she’s easily the strongest person I know.. maybe even stronger than you” he said teasingly.

M/n stayed silent. He isn’t actually gonna join for a dumb reason like that.. is he? No. No. He doesn’t care about the people of yaoqing, he doesn’t have any connection with them… but then again… being on the battlefield and fighting… meeting this feixiao…releasing his own anger on the enemies of the xianzhou… maybe it is where he’s meant to go… “Fine. I’ll bite”

“M/n… where are your parents..?” “I don’t have any” “Huh?” “Yep. I’ve been a street kid for as long as I remember.” Jiaoqiu felt his tail fall and his ears flop “o-oh.. I-I’m sorry” “why? Did you take them away from me” “I-What!? No I just—” “Ha. Calm down, I’m joking around… plus… I don’t care… I don’t care… I just really don’t care”

—Young Adult Years—

M/n was thriving in the cloud knights. He was easily the best of the upcoming graduates. Hell probably even the best of those who ALREADY graduated! His instructors showed special attention to him, wishing the hone and sharpen his skills even further to battle the enemies of the hunt.

His fellow trainee’s looked up to him. Even calling him ‘Big Brother M/n’. He fought with multiple weapons instead of a sword or a spear, as he wished to be adaptable and unpredictable in the battlefield. Something his instructors agreed on, yet also reminded him to use his great mind for intellectual plays as well. Something m/n was obviously and already planning on doing.

Then one day, the instructors decided to hold a special little event. They would bring a cloud knight here to fight m/n. Just to put on a little show and give m/n the fun he looked for. That cloud knight happened to be Feixiao.

“At ease soldiers!” The instructor commanded, as all the soilders relaxed and faced their commander. “Now. As I’m sure you’re all aware, we’ve decided to hold a special event. Everyone! Greet your senior. Could Knight: Feixiao” “MORNING CLOUD KNIGHT FEIXIAO!!” “Ah…! Feixiao…! That’s the woman…” m/n remembered jiaoqiu mentioning her being stronger than him.

“Trainee M/n! Step forward, Solider!!” M/n walked forward as he met feixiao, who looked outwardly enthusiastic yet her eyes held a type of boredom and interest. “Feixiao. I’m sure you’ve been informed why you’ve been summoned here” The White Haired-Foxian nodded with a charming smile “Yeah. I’m meant to fight your best trainee. This Him? I’ve heard quite the story about you Soilder”

“All good I hope” “Mhm. Shall we get started?” “Straight to the point. I like you already” The trainees formed a circle around the two as they were handed wooden swords. “I’ve heard a lot about you from jiaoqiu” “Ohh! No wonder your name sounded familiar. Jiaoqiu also told me a lot about you” “yeah. Thanks for being with him in the cloud knights” “Thanks for being with him during his childhood” They nodded before getting ready to battle. They stared intensely at each other before the whistle blew and they ran at each other.

They clashed the wooden swords together, leaning in the glare at the other with determination. They then jumped away and swung their swords at each other while trying to kick the other. Feixiao was surprised, usually no one would’ve lasted this long against her, jiaoqiu really wasn’t kidding when he said m/n was impressive.

M/n swung his sword and hit her sword before ducking and throwing a sweep kick, which feixiao jumped over and m/n quickly spun around, planting his hand on the ground and pushing himself up to send a kick to feixiao who once again blocked it with her own kick.

The two stood stun locked as they stared at the other in awe. However, they quickly shoved each other away and m/n threw his sword towards her, which she dodged as his sword was stabbed onto the ground and m/n ran towards her, his arm out to close line her. She dodged and she swung her sword which he slide under, moved up and jumped at his sword. One foot kicked the sword and he used it and his momentum to swing around and send a kick to feixiao, while grabbing his sword.

Feixiao looked suprised at this but quickly blocked his kick and ducked his sword swing before slamming him onto the ground and planting her foot on his stomach, making her the victor. M/n stared in surprise.. he actually lost? While feixiao stared in excitement. A rival. She had actually found a rival. “Hahaha~! Not bad! You’re definitely cloud knight material! I’m surprised you didn’t join or graduate earlier!!” She said, helping him up. And, a smiling m/n held onto her hand as excitement shined in his eyes “Holy shit!! You’re Fucking amazing!! No ones ever been able to beat me before!!” M/n quickly hugged her from excitement, making the cloud knight laugh in embarrassment and amusement.

The instructor watched nervously.. maybe getting two battle hungry solider to fight against each other who also haven’t lost a battle wasn’t a good idea. The other trainee’s stared in awe at the battle in front of them, feeling excitement of their own rise up as they yelled and chanted their names.

A couple months later, the trainee’s were graduating and they were choosing which division they wanted to join. Y/n had gotten a recommendation from every division, But he only had his eyes sent on one division. Feixiao’s who had recently became the lieutenant colonel of said division. Hell the recommendation was from her. So, without a second thought. He already made his decision.

The next day, he was personally greeted by feixiao. M/n quickly jumped up to hug her, excited to fight alongside her AND possible fight her. Luckily for him, feixiao didn’t push him away but gladly embraced him with a giggle of her own, the favoritism for m/n from lieutenant colonel Feixiao was painfully obvious.

The next few weeks, the new recruits were being tested to see which battalion they’d thrive in. The aviation, Medicare, Army Corps, Special Forces, etc. M/n was personally chosen by feixiao to join her own battalion in the special forces, his potential and skill easily exceeded everyone else. That and favoritism. M/n joined feixiao, jiaoqiu and a man named moze who was apparently a prison breaker/assassin… something told him he’d get along with him the most. Those were the only ones who m/n bothered to remember, everyone else were just another number to him.

“And you’ll be sleeping here” Feixiao said as m/n flopped on the bed gleefully. “Ahh~ joining the cloud knights was definitely the right choice” “I’m glad you decided to join. I’ve been much more excited since our battle back at the academy” “Speaking of which. I want a rematch! Me and you! Wooden swords again! Once I beat you with that— THEN we can use our real weapons!” He said excitedly which made feixiao laugh, patting his head “Hahahaha~ Sure m/n. But not now, I have something’s I need to take care of” “Booo” he pouted which made feixiao snicker “cute” she thought, bopping his nose and walking out “see you tomorrow Solider”

She waved and exited his room as another entered—Jiaoqiu “Hey there foxy” “Hello m/n. How’s your first day” “Amazing! Meeting feixiao just made my life even better!! You weren’t being a sly cunning manipulative piece of shit when you said she was strong!” “Ahaha.. indeed”

—Adult Years—

Years had passed since m/n joined feixiao. He was now a fully fledged vice lieutenant along side Feixiao. Battle the borisin and abominations of the abundance, freeing enslaved foxians. Meeting people from different ships of the xianzhou. However, m/n has been off as of late.

No one knows why and when they try to question him about it he just acts like nothing’s wrong. This was especially worrying for feixiao, jiaoqiu and moze. They hadn’t seen m/n like this ever. He was always excited for a battle yet stoic when hanging out, but now he was just stoic. That child like yet charming excitement had seemingly disappeared.

Jiaoqiu tried to up lift his spirits by asking him some of the strange questions he once asked him as a kid. Feixiao tried to battle him daily yet that seemed to fail again. Moze tried to help by teaching him some criminal actions like how to escape from the shackling prison and things along that line, it seemed to work slightly but still no significant changes.

Moze felt uneasy, feixiao felt her heart ache, and jiaoqiu felt useless and pathetic—m/n was his one and only childhood friend yet he couldn’t for the life of him find out why or what was making m/n feeling down. M/n didn’t even come out of his room unless it was for battling. This would not stand any longer. So, feixiao took initiative.

“M/n. It’s feixiao, I’m coming in” She said, walking in to see m/n blankly staring at the celling. Feixiao called out his name a bit louder which managed to get his attention “Oh.. Feixiao… another battlefield to go to?” He said blankly, which irked the lieutenant even more, she hated that tone, that blank, emotionless, robotic tone didn’t suit m/n. “No. I’m here for you” “Huh?” Feixiao sat down next to her friend, facing him with a determined look. “What’s wrong with you?” “Hmm?” “Your demeanor! You’ve been all robotic for the last few months now! Do you know how worried I’ve been…!? How worried Jiaoqiu and Moze are!!?”

“It’s…I didn’t know—” “That too! Since when are you blind to our emotions!? You’re the first that knows when someone’s acting off!” M/n stayed silent, just staring at his worried lieutenant “Come on m/n. Please tell me what’s been eating away at you. I can’t handle it to see you being like this a second longer!”

“….a few months ago. You sent me on a mission to eradicate a Disciple of Sanctus Medicus commander. He was hiding in a remote town in the countryside. But when I was there… I found a family… I found my mom. She looked.. happy. When I approached her she didn’t even recognize me. Not just that but I’ve been.. I-I was starting to care for the people of yaoqing… I ignored my mission and tried to get to know the mom I never had, along with my half sister. But it seemed like my mom felt uncomfortable by me. Because I ignored my mission, everyone in that town were murdered, but my mom… she was turned into one of the monsters. Then.. her dying words were ‘why did you come back! How are you alive!!? I left you for the borisin to get mauled!! You got my husband murdered now you come back and get me and my perfect life without you destroyed!! You were always a demon brat!! You can’t even die properly!! I never loved you, so why the fuck would you think I wanted to bond with you after all these years!!!’ Her last words, before you guys came and saved me… she didn’t even want me to be born. She left me to the borisin to get fucking mutilated. But since I’ve started to care about the people of yaoqing.. this FUCKING itch has been in my mind that I can’t scratch!! I-I feel like because I started to care IM the reason why those people died a meaningless death!! It’s because I’ve been more emotional that I ignored my mission and tried to get to know my—my….My ‘birther’. I just… I don’t know how to feel. I don’t—”

Before he could continue, feixiao quickly brought him into her embrace, comforting the confused and depressed man as he cried into her shoulder “It’s okay… I got you.. I’m here for you… WERE here for you. Someone like you didn’t deserve such a bitch for a mom” she comforted him as he silently cried, slowly he fell asleep from fatigue and feixiao held him in her arms, picking him up to lock the door before laying herself and him on his bed, sleeping while holding him closely.

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Weeks later, m/n seemed to return to his usual self but much less upbeat. He felt much closer to feixiao now and she was definitely keeping an eye on him much more, much to jiaoqiu’s confusion and sliiiiiiight jealousy. Moze just seemed glad that everything returned to normal. Later they’re was a red alert, the enemies of the hunt had teamed up with the borisin to attack a city.

All divisions quickly ran to the battlefield that was the city, massive clash can be heard from miles and miles away. Slowly, the city was being destroyed and both sides were begging to fall. This battle lasted for 3 whole months before the cloud knights came out victorious. Many soldiers fell yet one person was no where to be found. They searched everywhere, every sinkhole made, under every fallen building, and even a 50 mile radius to find him. But m/n was nowhere to be found.

Feixiao, Jiaoqiu, and Moze were hit the hardest by this. M/n had just started to return to normal, and now he was missing. No body, no scrap of dna, no armor or clothing. He just vanished. Feixiao refused to make a burial for m/n. She refused to accept that he was dead, she wouldn’t even humor it, the same for Jiaoqiu, who became even more attached to feixiao and despite to repay his debt to her, Moze became much more reclusive.

Years later, m/n was found. When feixiao and jiaoqiu heard this news, their face lit up like never before. They begged Moze to take them to him. But instead they were handed a paper. A wanted paper for Stellaron Hunter M/n. Bounty— 10,799,000,000

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[noobydabooby]

Wingman!

Helloo!! Hope youre having a great day wherever you are:) heres another gekko x reader because I love him sm<33 (may be a little short)

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You’ve been apart of the valorant protocol for about a few months now, just getting the hang of the guns and missions every week or so. Then came a new recruit, Gekko to be exact. When you met him, he seemed chill, but you did notice how he acted a little off towards you than other people. Since he came, you two have only interacted about three or four times. After that, you two have been quiet with each other mostly due to missions.

It was then a week later you had started receiving strange gifts left on your desk in your room, along with strange little paw prints next to them. It became almost a daily thing, you coming back from missions or training and finding either chocolates, flowers, or other gifts somewhere in your room. You were a bit concerned because how the hell could anyone get into your room unnoticed by anyone?

Over time you had an idea of who, or rather what had been giving you all this little token of appreciation. After coming back early from training after feeling a bit more tired than usual, you heard strange noises, kind of like little blob sounds from around the corner of the hallway your room was in, but once you caught up to it, nothing. You decided to look a little more closely at every gift you’ve been given, finding the same paw print on everything.

One day after a particularly challenging mission, you come back expecting to find a small little flower on your desk, but this time, a bouquet of flowers lay on your bed with a little note attached to it. You picked up the bouquet which read, “Gekko may be too shy, but I’m here to show you that someone cares about you more than you know” with a little smiley face at the end.

After reading that, your suspicions had been correct, it had been wingman sending you all these gifts either sent by Gekko or taken them to you himself. “God.. didn’t know his little creatures knew how to write!” You thought, intrigued by the note. A small warmth filled in your heart, does “Gekko actually love me?” You decided to figure that out on your own by confronting him.

You waited until Gekko had returned from his mission, asking to talk to him privately once he got back. “So… I found this note on my bed,” you said handing him the note given to you by wingman. Gekko stammered a bit, his face reddening by the second. “What do you think he’s trying to tell me?” You asked with a teasing look.

“Uh- well, my buddies, especially wingman have a.. mind o-of their own! Maybe he just likes making people…feel..special?” Gekko stuttered, caught off guard. You looked at him in amusement, “Or.. maybe he’s trying to tell me something you won’t?” Eventually Gekko gave in, “Alright, maybe he might be on to something, I may have caught feelings for you, but you know, haven’t got the guts to tell ya myself,” he finally admits rubbing the back of his neck.

In that moment, Gekko’s feelings were laid bare, his crush on you being revealed, Wingman came out of his little pouch cheering happily after successfully matchmaking his owner with the love of his life.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

wibta for asking to be included in my partner’s messages with his gf? (sorry, this one’s long.)

i (23f) have been with my partner “finn” (22m) for roughly four years, on and off. we’ve hit some rough patches over the years for a variety of reasons, including that my partner is trans and only recently realised this and we both live in very conservative areas with unsupportive parents. i broke up with him because my parents gave me an ultimatum of break up or move out; he once broke up with me because of a controlling friend who thought i didn’t believe he was trans (i still identify as a lesbian even though i’m dating a man and i’m not interested in label discoursing over it). etc. so yes, we’ve been rocky, but i love him and we now live together with our two cats and are very happy.

now. enter “mia,” (20f), my partner’s new girlfriend.

finn and i have been theoretically polyamorous for six months since i came out to him as aromantic and told him i’m fine with him dating other people if they feel he wants more “romance” in his life (we still do romantic things, but it’s definitely more of a performance on my end and not something i really feel. i’ve been open and honest about this, and i’m genuinely not hurt that finn has taken up this offer and started to date mia. i was happy they got together, actually, because mia and i have been friends for awhile and i knew she had a (poorly hidden) crush on finn for awhile. i never told her we were polyamorous because i didn’t want to get her hopes up regarding finn, but it seemed like it all worked out happily when they started dating about six weeks ago.

except… finn has had a COMPLETE change in how he treats me in those weeks. he barely speaks to me when we’re both home outside of necessity, often avoids being in the same room as me (especially if he’s calling or texting mia, he will completely leave the room if i walk in), and he cancelled our weekly date night this week for a flimsy reason. he then spent most of the night texting mia.

i’ve been doing my best to ignore this, chalking it up to the butterflies stage of a new relationship, letting them have their fun, etc, but after more than a month, it’s really starting to grate on me. finn and i have been through so much to be together, and it suddenly feels as if he doesn’t give a shit about our relationship anymore and has tossed it aside for mia. (who, by the way, doesn’t speak to me at ALL anymore about anything but finn. our friendship has completely disappeared since they started dating.)

of course, dear tumblr, i am an adult and i know basic relationship skills. i sat finn down the other night and explained how i was feeling. i asked if we could extend our weekly date nights to him having a no-mia bubble so he could focus on me specifically just for that on evening. i also suggested we have a “double date” with all three of us every now and then, because mia and i are (or…used to be?) friends too, and it would be fun for all of us to be together. finn first said he agreed with me, and then he said a few things that set off major alarm bells. he said mia seems insecure in their relationship right now compared to his relationship with me, so he’s been devoting extra time to her so she stops feeling jealous. i asked if mia was jealous of me specifically, and he dodged the question, but i think it’s kind of obvious now. so i asked if mia wanted him to break up with me and be with just her instead - which, admittedly, was maybe a reach, and that’s where i think i might be the asshole. but i can’t shake the feeling that it’s true, especially after finn’s repeated non-answers.

at this point, i feel like the only way i could convince myself that mia isn’t trying to break up me and finn so she can date him solely is to be more included in their relationship. on one hand, i think that’s fair - i HAVE been dating finn much longer, we live together, etc. i’m his life partner. we agreed on polyamory IF everyone felt loved in it, and quite frankly i’m not feeling the love anymore. however, i don’t want to overreact or overreach. the last thing i want to do is try to control his relationship with mia, and i’m worried maybe i’m just being too jealous and i’m the one who needs to chill out.

you let me know, tumblr. TLDR: my polyamorous partner is ignoring me to spend time with his new girlfriend. wibta if i asked him to start including me in his texts/dates/etc with her because i think she wants the two of us to break up?

What are these acronyms?

[aroaceconfessions]

I think I’m ADHDromantic (like autiromantic but for ADHD, I hate that we don’t have an actual accurate name for ADHD I hate that acronym)

I haven’t had a real crush in years and I just figured out the missing ingredient is the Hyperfixation™

I’m not actually sure how crushes develop for me either but I think it only happens in intimate group settings like classrooms or game nights

Also if I get to know a person too well the likelihood that I’ll develop a crush on them decreases dramatically if I’m not already crushing

I want to be in love with someone so bad but no one makes me feel the way my last crush did. I wish I was one of those people who got crushes super easily ‘cause maybe I would have met someone by now if I’d had interest in more then three or four people in my entire life

Submitted April 16, 2023

[ginervacade]

Stand Tall Ramble

Ok so Stand Tall gives me BIG emotions.

( the colors are significant in some places, ( but you could understand the post without them. I think it’s obvious where they’re significant, but most of the time the purple is just to show that it’s lyrics. Every so often purple just means Julie specifically, blue for Luke, pink for Alex and red for Reggie, but if you’re not sure assume purple means lyrics)

The first thing that always gets me is Julie going on alone, still teary, voice a little shaky for a measure or two but she still goes out and pours her whole heart onto that stage.

Don’t blink. No, I don’t wanna miss it

Everything has just happened so fast. She lost her mom, she lost her passion for music for a while and then all of a sudden there’s three new important and confusing people in her life. Her friendships have changed, her crushes have changed, her whole world has flipped on its head. Suddenly her music is back too.

One thing and it’s back to the beginning.

Just as quickly as she gets the boys she’s thinks she’s lost them

Cause everything is rushing in fast

Keep going on never look back

And it’s one, two, three, four times

She wrote this song with the boys. This line is showing how important each member of the band is to everyone else. I would have looked to each of the boys as I counted if I were singing this song and it had gone as planned.

That I’ll try for one more night

Light a fire in my eyes

This is a decision to keep going, keep fighting. With or without the boys. FOR the boys.

I’m goin’ out of my mind.

Too much has happened at once

Whatever happens even if I’m the last standing

Ima stand tall

Ima stand tall

There’s a switch in her voice here, a sudden power. She is the last standing now, but she’s not going to let anything stop her. She knows the boys wouldn’t have let her and neither would her mom.

Whatever happens even when everything’s down

Ima stand tall

Ima stand tall

I gotta keep on dreaming

Cause I gotta catch that feeling

As someone who has sang and played music my entire life I can tell you that there is an emotion and a physical feeling that I can not possibly describe to you that comes with preforming.

Whatever happens even if I’m the last standing

Ima stand tall

Ima stand tall

There the feeling really hits her when she gets the reaction. She realizes that maybe she can do this.

And then Alex appears…

There’s a look in Alex’s eyes of, “ we would not have left you again.” A little smile of “ I’ve got you, just keep going”

Julie’s eyes LIGHT UP with pure unbridled hope. The tears come back in an instant because she could have done it alone, but she doesn’t have to.

And then Reggie appears too, she doesn’t have time to really react but she actually giggles a little, and the tears get bigger. Reg gives her this little smirk and he nods like, “ you’ve got it, we’ve got you. Just sing”

Right now I’m loving every minute

This song was written before but this line has a whole different feeling now than it was intended to. Originally this was, I’ve found my people, I’m back, they’re back and we’re going to take over the world. Now it’s a big feeling of, WE CAN DO THIS.

Hands down

Can’t let myself forget it, no

There a subtle defiance in that no

Cause everything is rushing in fast

Keep holding on never look back

And it’s one, two, three

Julie looks to Alex and Reggie here as Luke flickers and there’s fear in everyone’s eyes but still blinding hope in Julie’s

Four times

And we linger on Luke flickering

That I’ll try for one more night

Julie is not giving up on him.

Light a fire in my eyes

I’m goin out of my mind

Luke makes it here and it’s perfect and the look in everyone’s eyes is enough to send me into a fresh wave of tears

Whatever happens

Even if I'm the last standing

I'ma stand tall

I'ma stand tall

Whatever happens

Even when everything's down

I'ma stand tall

I'ma stand tall

I gotta keep on dreaming

'Cause I gotta catch that feeling

Whatever happens even if I’m the last standing

Ima stand tall

Ima stand tall

But now it’s back to it’s original meaning

There’s not a last standing this time

Like I’m glowing in the dark

And they all really are

I keep on going when it’s all falling apart

Yeah I know it with all my heart

Self explanatory

The oos make me giggle so much, it’s adorable and Reggie and Julie’s friendship could be a whole other giant post. Plus musically it gets me all jittery because it’s just so good.

Never look back

Alex’s chorus means a lot to me because he just stand up and does it without a second thought and I love the idea that this is him finally listening to Reggie the beginning “ can you just own your awesomeness for once?”

Reg takes his moment and there’s something about his power note there with the stand tall building with everyone there that really gets me worked up

Whatever happens

Even if I'm the last standing

I'ma stand tall

I'ma stand tall

Whatever happens

Even when everything's down

I'ma stand tall

I'ma stand tall

I gotta keep on dreaming

'Cause I gotta catch that feeling

And the final chorus with just everyone’s voices means a lot because they don’t need their instruments to be the band. They’re just themselves in that moment and its so powerful

Whatever happens

Even if I'm the last standing

I'ma stand tall

I'ma stand tall

Everyone’s faces as they’re taking in what they’ve just done is so wonderful and the way they all look at each other is so sweet

Alex grabbing Luke’s hand HURTS

Because there are so many ways it could be: 1. They’re celebrating, this is a Luke we did it

2. The way Luke doesn’t hesitate to take it tells me he may have done this before and this is simply Alex showing his excitement ( I could give a whole rant about these two too)

3. Anxiety

4. Adrenaline

5. ( you’re getting a ramble on fear responses wether you want it or not) but Alex’s automatic fear response almost every time we see him scared ( which is often) is to reach for Luke

And the two most heartbreaking options

6. Alex isn’t sure Luke is stable enough not to flicker before they can poof out after bows so he’s trying to tether him

7. Alex isn’t sure HE is stable enough not to flicker before they can poof out after bows so he’s trying to tether himself

And then the bows and the boys disappear like they always do and Julie knows it’s different but she’s still glowing with the excitement and power of their performance that she’s blissfully oblivious to what it really meant for the boys this time and I SOB THROUGH STAND TALL JUST AS HARD AS UNSAID EMILY EVERY SINGLE TIME for these reason.

[th3-p-a1-nt3r]

More incorrect Isekai AU quotes!!

I love making theses!!

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*The squad has just arrived in a new city. Ram looks around at the wanted posters to see if they’re on any of them.*

Cam: Ram, are you a criminal?

Ram: Not here, I’m not!

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Cam: So, everyone, what does a story NEED?

Wren: A character!

Am: A setting!

Ram, a gleam in their eyes, in a near-whisper: REVENGE.

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Ram: *About to do something incredibly stupid*

Wren: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

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Am: If it pleases the court I would like to say that my opponent is TALKING SHIT!

Ram: ...

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Am: The path to inner peace begins with four words… not my fucking problem.

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Am: Get in loser, we're going shopping.

Cam: This is a McDonald's drive thru.

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Am, after sneaking into Wren’s bedroom: Hey, wake up!

Wren, half awake: Huh!?

Am: I just murdered your entire family!

Wren: ...But I live alone.

Am: Huh? Then who are these people in your house???

Wren: There’s people in my house?

Am: Well not anymore! Dumb bitch! You could’ve died! You’re welcome!

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Wren having a meltdown: Y'know, I once knew a man who said to me: “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” He also had a pair of sideburns that would cause even Jude Law’s face to weep in forfeit. You put those lemons in a sack and beat your enemies with ‘em! And maybe if you beat ‘em hard enough the bag will split open and lemon juice will spray into their eyes, causing intense burning pains as you crush them into a citrus-y pulp!

Am: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Their heads or the lemons?

Wren: Whatever caves first!

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All of the Am's: Who hurt you?

Wren: *snorting* What, do you want a list?

All of the Am's: ...Yes, actually.

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Ram: Fun Fact! The average person will walk by 36 murderers in their lifetime.

Cam: I like how this is a "fun" fact.

Wren: It's fun because they didn't decide to murder you.

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Wren, holding an unconscious Ram: Oh no. Please don’t be dead.

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Ram, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it-

Am, whispering: Should we call the exorcist?

Wren, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick.

Cam, appalled: Call the exorcist.

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Wren: If bees can be fish and boys can be girls, then why can't my dad love me?

Ram: I thought I was going to have to yell at you, but now I think I should hug you.

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Ram, about Wren: Can I tell them they look nice?

Am: Sure.

Ram: Can I tell them I respect them?

Am: Maybe, if they ask.

Ram: Should I show them an oil painting I made of us surrounded by our three cats and four dogs?

Am: …

Am: I’d save that for later.

-----------------------------------------------------Wren: Legend says that when you can’t sleep, it means you’re awake in someone else’s dreams.

Wren: When I find out who you are, I’m going to punch you in the face.

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*At a bank teller window*

Am, in a bad Italian accent: I'd like-a to make-a da deposit!

Ram: HEY BUDDY, WAIT, I REMEMBER YOU!

Am: *Frantically pours marinara sauce into the vacuum tube*

Ram: GODDAMMIT, IT'S THEM AGAIN!

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Wren: Here you go, Am, a nice hot cup of coffee!

Am: It's cold.

Wren: A nice cup of coffee.

Am: It's horrible!

Wren: Cup of coffee.

Am: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee.

Wren: C U P.

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Wren: You're smiling. What happened?

Am: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it?

Ram: Cam tripped and fell down the stairs today.

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Am: Good news!

Ram: You found where I hid your phone?

Am: ...

Ram: You found your phone?

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Wren: Fight me!

The Am's, standing behind them and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.

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Wren: I want to grow up and be like Ram!

Ram: That is called Acquiring Depression.

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Ram: Whether or not I pay income taxes is none of the government's business.

Am: No, well, actually, it is.

Ram: You don't know my name or what I look like, good luck finding me.

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Ram: It’s nice to be wanted, you know?

Wren: Not by the law!

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Am: Thanks for pulling the fire alarm, you saved me from giving an oral report about The Scarlet Web.

Cam: You were too lazy to read the book?!

Am: I was too lazy to watch the movie. <br>

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Cam: How do you sleep at night knowing people don’t like you?

Ram: With the fan on.

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Wren: Are you mad?

Cam: No.

Wren: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

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Cam: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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Wren: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Am: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

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*In a horror movie situation*

Ram: I've got no service in my phone here.

Wren: Shoot, my battery just died.

Am: Sorry guys, I just broke my phone with a hammer.

Cam: Guys, my phone is a book.

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Ram: I'm against crime, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

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Cam talking about Wren: Wow, did you hear that voice crack?

Ram: That wasn't a voice crack, that was a whole voice meth.

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Wren: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Ram: Wow. They sound stupid.

Wren: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Ram: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Wren: I guess you’re right. Hey Ram, I love you.

Ram: See! Just say that!

Wren: Holy fucking shit.

Ram: If that flies over their head then, sorry Wren, but they're too dumb for you.

Wren: Ram.

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Wren: Do you cook?

Am: I made a cake once.

Cam: Yeah, it was good.

Am: Really?

Cam: Don’t make me lie twice, Am.

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Am: Valentines Day? I'm ready. *Sprays an entire can of AXE body spray on themselves*

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*at a zoo*

Wren: What are they in for?

Ram: Wren, this isn't prison.

Wren: So they can leave?

Ram: No, but-

Wren, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

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Wren: How’s practice going?

Am: Terrible. I want to stab everybody there.

Wren: Okay, just don’t get any blood on your clothes.

Am: …you shouldn’t be condoning this.

Wren: Don’t tell me how to live my life.

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Wren, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

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Ram: Guys, I have a question.

Am: kys <3

Ram: I hate you too.

Wren: Ah, yes. Siblings.

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More will be on the way!!! <3

[sylvies-chen]

Succession 4.02 thoughts:

emotionally just SO much to unpack in this episode holy shit

roman going back to logan makes sense and we could all see this coming especially with the way shiv and kendall have had to coax him into these ideas for the past two episodes, but oh man. my heart fucking breaks. like we get the verbal acknowledgment that logan ACTUALLY HIT ROMAN AS A KID and then see him crawl back right after??? i dont know where along the line he internalized all that trauma and became so submissive but it’s crushing. watching s1 you would’ve never guessed it, but we need to protect roman roy at all costs. okay thank you.

for a brief, sweet moment though, the three of them banding together and seeing through logan’s bullshit apology (which, sadly, was undoubtedly his best and most honest effort and all he will ever be able to give them) was glorious. i love my siblings trio and i need to have faith that they will get through this 🥺

WAIT WE STILL HAVE THE SIBLING HUG COMING SOMEWHERE okay so not all hope is lost they can turn things around even after they find out about roman’s betrayal

shiv calling him a human gaslight is hilarious because she is without a doubt the most manipulative of the four siblings so it’s kind of ironic, but she’s also right so pop off i guess

kendall on the other hand… idk what angle he’s playing. the business stuff I don’t pay as much attention to so maybe I missed something, but I’m curious as to what his play is here

greg is his usual awkward self but it’s just a little ✨elevated✨ now which i love

CONNOR’S MOM MENTION??? THAT MONOLOGUE OF HIS??? HOLY HELL. that was… tragic. it was so much to digest. logan sent con’s mom to prison??? he shunned connor his whole life??? and him saying love just isn’t something he needs because he’s never had it, that he’s accustomed to it, that his siblings are greedy for wanting, nay, demanding love from their father is just… wow. this poor guy.

conwilla stay strong though, willa being in bed when con came home was very precious to me. these are two people who know and accept the very transactional nature of their relationship, and who want to go through life together anyway and we have no choice but to stan

I’m curious as to why doesn’t logan want gerri at the meeting with mattson??? is it because he knew he wanted roman there and didn’t want to have to deal with them given the whole dick pic thing??? is it because of hugo’s laptop thing with kerry’s news anchor tape??? don’t know but I need my queen to keep her job 🙏🏻

NEXT WEEK BETTER BRING ME SOME KENSTEWY GOODNESS

[pompadourpink]

Hi mom!

Im a college student, so far im feeling really happy and content. However, there is this one thing that i can’t get out of my mind. I’m feeling this genuine attraction towards an assistant. I KNOW HOW THAT SOUNDS LIKE. but i swear to god im not immature i am actually the sensible one in the group. so something like that happened for the first time. I am very brave when it comes to trying new things, participating in class etc but not in my romantic life. I want to make a move but idk how. and if it was just a crush i could easily let it go but i am actually really interested in him. idk how i can make it work without seeming like a fangirl that hasnt matured since middle school . Any advice ?

Hello hello,

It is hard to answer this without knowing your ages but I have to imagine that there is quite an age difference since you mentioned your maturity four times in this small paragraph - but also could not find a single thing to mention about him. It's not that he's a dream, it's that you're interested. I don't know how close you are to him but if he works at your school, probably not that much. This feels like infatuation with a confident man who happens to have a personality in a sea of smelly college boys. And that leads me to my next point: older people are interesting. They had time to exist, experience things, learn, evolve, and slowly turn into good wine. That's why your attraction to him makes sense.

But as someone who has recently turned 31, was a traditional teacher and has worked with students of all ages, my feeling is that this shouldn't turn into a relationship. He knows things you don't and is very aware of what girls your age grew up seeing in movies, have never had, and have been craving. If he is the good man you think he is, he shouldn't want to date you. It would be scarily easy to get what he wants and more and manipulate you into doing things that you actually have no interest in doing and potentially will have to recover from later. Dating in your early twenties sucks as those relationships will rarely be very fulfilling, but dating older when you're that young and inexperienced is dangerous. The men who want younger girlfriends don't want you to be able to compare, to set boundaries, to do things your way, to act your own age, to be independent. You really don't want to be stuck with them.

That being said, it is great that you know what you want, that you are thirsty for new experiences, that you have standards, that you go for charisma and personality over green eyes and a specific height - since loving someone's mind above everything else is essential to a good relationship, so I'm proud of you for that. If he feels like a breath of fresh air, you can try befriending him, have him talk about books or shows he likes, ask for advice, and admire him from afar, like you would do with the older brother of your friend in middle school. Find out what it is that you enjoy in him, and aim to feel this way about yourself. Start a hobby that will allow you to meet more people like him. Maybe you'll meet again when you are - at least - in your mid-twenties and something will happen then. But in the meantime, I wouldn't recommend you date anyone who is over two or three years older than you.

Much love,

Mum

[pantherastevens]

Sorpresa: The Spider and The Panther

Hello everyone~ 

Welcome to Part 5 of Sorpresa (Surprise). We’re almost there, just need to do the +1 (I’m not gonna lie to you guys, I’m still debating on that one but it might be posted on a later date because I’m having brain rot over one particular idea).

Anywho, here are the previous parts if you missed them: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Enjoy Part 5!

Warning: Cursing, blood (not a lot)

Side note: There’s mentions of Punkflower in here, don’t like it? Don’t read. I’m too grown for the back and forth, I like the pairing (and I see them platonically as well but I do like them as a couple so hush). And there will be Punkflower in future fics as well.

Alright, I’m done.

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Summary: Miles vaguely understood that his girlfriend was a bit of a wild card. Quiet people tend to be like that. But it never fails to surprise him how often she could pull off such a thing.

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When Miles Morales of E-1610 stepped into Earth 42, he had planned to find his hermano gemelo for some much-needed advice.

Like how to handle having a crush advice.

As much as it pains him to admit it, Miles 1610 thought Miles 42 seemed much cooler than himself. He bet that he was much smoother at flirting than him.

...and since his Uncle Aaron was gone, he needed someone to talk to. No offense to his parents, but he doubted they could help, especially when his crush looked like someone manifested from his dad's worse nightmare.

Maybe his mamá would-

"Milo?" The young Spider jumped, silently cursing his tendency to space out. He was about to use his fake deep voice when he paused, processing what was said.

'Wait, is that-' Miles turned to find the warm eyes of Panthera looking back at him.

"Milo! It is you!" Miles, or as Panthera affectionately called him Milo, caught the girl in his arms with a laugh, briefly spinning them around before setting her down. The boy took off his mask to properly face her.

"Hey Panthera, it's been a while," the spider grinned. Panthera looked back at him with a pout.

"Yeah, because you don't visit me anymore," she whined, swatting his arm. Milo let out a soft chuckle, along with an apology. Miles has been busy with school, crime fighting, Spider HQ, and trying to have a life. As he and Miles 42 grew closer, Milo tended to visit his Prowler variant more than the girl before him.

But he always made sure to stop by and say hi whenever he was there.

"I'm sorry, Panthera. Can you forgive me," he said, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. Panthera side-eyed him for a few seconds before chuckling.

"You're lucky, you're cute. And you can make it up to me by actually hanging out with me." Milo paused, mulling over the suggestion.

'I did plan on seeing the other Miles... but it has been a long time since I spent time with Panthera, and I have missed her. And, maybe she could help me with my little situation...'

"Okay, what do you do wanna do," he agreed. Panthera narrowed her eyes at the boy's hair.

"Bast! Milo, have you been taking care of your hair lately?!" The boy shrunk away from the girl who was currently glaring at him.

"Uh... I've been busy-"

"Busy my butt. C'mon, we can go to my place to catch up while I take care of that bird's nest on your head. Maybe we can dive into my self-care stash if you're up for it. My boyfriend doesn't seem too into that stuff to do it with me." Milo, choosing not to argue and actually interested in what the girl could have in store for him, wrapped an arm around Panthera's waist and swung off to her apartment.

"About time you finally admit that you like Hobie. I've been telling you that you do for years-"

"Is now the time for the "I told you so" speech," Milo whined. Panthera let out a hearty laugh as she finished another twist. The pair have been catching up, well more so Milo was catching up and talking about his little crush situation while Panthera listened.

"Yes. Because the romantic tension between you two is suffocating," Panthera teased. She could tell Milo was pouting with a blush heating his cheeks. Panthera couldn't help but coo at the Spider version of her boyfriend.

"Hey, when you get married, I better be a bridesmaid and your hairstylist."

"I think you're getting ahead of yourself-"

"¡¿Qué demonios?! ¡¿Milo, qué haces aquí?!" The pair blinked to find a frozen Miles 42, one leg in Panthera's bedroom.

When Miles 42 was blowing up his girl's phone, which was on DND (why the hell would she not put him on the specialized list to reach her, Miles couldn't tell you. And quite honestly, he's offended), he figured she wanted him to pull up in person.

In case you didn't peep, he doesn't like being ignored by his girlfriend... at all.

But he didn't expect to see his girl with his hermano gemelo. The pair looked extremely cozy. Milo looked comfortable sitting between Panthera's thighs, leaning his head back as she worked on a twist. Milo seemed to be clipping his nails in the meanwhile. The pair were wearing matching blue face masks. The sound of "Sunflower" playing in the background registered in the confused boy's mind.

'Do I whoop my brother's ass or nah?'

"Oh, uh, hey bro... um, what are you doing here," Milo said with an awkward laugh. Panthera blinked at her boyfriend and one of her favorite spiders.

"Milo, you never told me you were finally cool with my Miles," Panthera said with an annoyed pout.

"Well, you never told me you personally knew the other version of me either," Milo retorted.

"Alright, pause." The pair turned to Miles, who looked like he was trying to gather himself.

"Let's start from the beginning. How do you two even know each other?" Milo was the one who answered.

"Oh, we've known each other for a while now. You know, ever since I landed your dimension instead of mine." Miles blinked.

"How?" Panthera decided to jump in.

"I found him in an alley, barely conscious and scared out of his mind. I was confused since he looked like you but clearly wasn't you. He was mumbling about how he needed to run and how he was coming for him. Before I could even ask what he meant by that, Milo passed out, and I noticed a very familiar purple glow passing by." The girl raised a brow, staring at her boyfriend, unimpressed.

"Miles, were you hunting poor Milo here?" The two boys stared at the girl in shock.

"You hid him from me?!"

"You know he's the Prowler?!" Panthera rolled her eyes as she gently parted another small section and began twisting.

"Yes, and yes. Now answer my question, babe." Panthera noticed Milo's jaw-dropping.

"My twin brother is your boyfriend?!" Miles blushed, scowling.

"Problem, hermano?" Milo opened and shut his mouth, reminding Miles of a fish.

"Wha-? N-no! No problem, I-I just-"

"Miles, leave Milo alone. Your brother doesn't like me like that. Especially since he has someone else in mind. Now answer my question before I throw something at you!" Miles raised a brow before sighing.

"Yes, I was. But c'mon ma, you can never be too careful when you're in my line of work. He could've been a threat." He watched as Panthera's eyes softened slightly. Only slightly, though.

"Fair, but I'm not saying you're completely off the hook. The boy was terrified and hurt. Not only that, glitching-"

"I didn't notice that until afterward when I found him again-"

"Glad you came to your senses then. I almost killed yo ass if it weren't for Milo," she frowned. Miles paused at that, mulling over how she phrased it.

"What are you talking about?" Panthera raised a brow.

"Think back to before Milo's spider group showed up, babe..." Miles frowned, thinking.

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Miles finally caught sight of the familiar figure of his doppelganger swinging from building to building to the city's outskirts. He was pissed over the little stunt the guy pulled when he managed to escape him and his uncle and stay hidden for hours.

It made no sense. The person who was roaming the city, wearing his face, was injured even before Miles came up and rocked his shit. He and his uncle saw the extensive claw marks adorning his shoulder and chest. Whoever this guy was fighting before had something out for him. A person that hurt, even when running on adrenaline, wouldn't last that long by himself.

He had to have a contact to help him escape.

But it didn't matter now. He caught sight of his prey and was going to make sure that this "Spiderman" wasn't gonna escape him twice. Miles looked down to find his uncle riding the custom-made Prowler bike from below as Miles settled for jumping from building to building, using his specially made shoes to stick to the surface.

Miles watched from the shadows as his double landed near the forest line. Miles crept up on the unsuspecting boy before he pounced-

Miles, however, was caught by surprise as his double ducked out of the way to evade his claws. Spider Miles glared at him, but the slight fear in his eyes was still present.

"Dude, back off already! I don't mean no trouble!" Miles let out an unamused chuckle.

"That remains to be seen," he drawled. Miles watched as his double pursed his lips, eyes frantically looking around for something. Or someone.

"No one's coming to save you, Spider-Boy. Might as well give up now," Miles mocked, flexing his clawed hand. A loud engine roared behind him, and Miles knew his tío had finally arrived. Two against one. Not so good for the injured version of himself, but that didn't stop Spider Miles from glaring at him.

"It's SpiderMAN!" Miles smirked behind his Prowler mask, gearing up for a fight.

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Despite his injuries, the other boy definitely could hold his own. Miles was more secretly impressed than he was annoyed. He got Miles good a few times- turning invisible a few times to take Miles off guard and using his electricity to short-circuit Miles' suit. Even using those webs of his, really on theme by the looks of it, could be used to tie him up and swing him about.

The other Miles was good. However, not good enough.

When his uncle Aaron took out his gun and opened fire at the other version of his nephew, it was enough to scare him—giving Miles the opening he needed to punch his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Miles held him up by the throat with his claw-free hand, staring the imposed in the face.

"Any last words, Spider-Boy," Miles asked, the Prowler claw whirring to life, ready to take out his target. Tears built up in Spider Miles' eyes before he closed them.

"I'm sorry about what happened to you..." Miles narrowed his eyes at the boy. Why would he-

"Get on with it, Prowler." Aaron's sharp tone cut through Miles' thought, urging his nephew to finish the job.

"Myeke ahambe." Aaron and Miles sharply inhaled at the sound of the new voice among them. The pair turned to a figure melting out of the shadows, which turned out to be a female. A black and gold bandana wrapped around her forehead with a black mask with a jaguar fang design covering the lower part of her face. Leaving only her gold eyes exposed. A black long-sleeve turtleneck with faint gold spots, especially like a jaguar's, clad her torso. Black cargo pants covered her legs, with black combat boots on her feet. The most interesting detail about her was what was on her wrists.

Matching gold-plated fanged bracelets that laid snug on her small wrists.

Spider Miles's eyes snapped open, taking in the newcomer with newfound hope.

"Y-you... you came," he said. A soft chuckle escaped the girl; warmth could be seen in her eyes.

"Of course, Milo..." Aaron scowled at the girl.

"Ain't nothing to see here, little girl. Move along before you get hurt," he said. The girl tilted her at the man before lunging at him. Aaron raised his gun to fire at her, but to the older man's surprise, the girl was fast. She reached him just as he was about to pull the trigger, punching him square in the jaw.

Before he could regain his bearings, Aaron felt two slender figures on his pressure points before everything turned black. The newcomer turned to the Prowler, who was already sneering at her.

"You'll pay for that," the Prowler hissed, dropping his counterpart in favor of facing his "friend." The girl crossed her arms in an X formation in front of her chest. Miles' eyes widened under his mask as he watched a pair of long sleeve gloves materialize on her hands and forearms. Those fingers flexed open, revealing hidden gold claws.

"Prove it then," she said.

And the brawl began.

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Miles had been the Prowler for at least over a year now. The boy took his training seriously so that he couldn't be bested. He has had a few humbling experiences, but damn, this has to be the most humbling of them all.

The girl was good. Like really good. Unlike his "spider" counterpart, she could handle hand-to-hand combat. Her punches hurt, and Miles almost knew she had cracked a rib. And her claws. The boy wasn't sure what material she used to make them, but he might need some for gauntlets because goddamn.

She managed to tear into his gauntlet with them, getting to the skin of his forearm. And let's not forget the multiple claw marks on his clothes and skin, the biggest injury being the claw marks on his chest (she managed to tear through the bulletproof vest he had underneath, and quite honestly, Miles didn't think that was fair because what kind strange ass metal did she use to craft those claws?!) Granted, she's not faring any better, but he never met someone to get him in such bad shape.

He was pinned to a tree, held up by his throat, with her claws scraping the delicate skin of his neck.

"Yield," she quietly demanded. He gave her a digital glare.

"Go to hell," he hissed back. Those gold eyes glowered at him, and her grip on his neck tightened. He could feel those claws dig into his neck, drawing small rivers of blood. Despite his stubbornness, he knew she could feel the nervous rhythm of his heart beneath her fingers.

"W-WAIT!" The pair turned to the spider among them, his bright eyes wide in feared awe.

"Please... don't hurt him..." The girl cocked her head at the boy, but before she could fully decide whether she really wanted to do that, her eyes widened in fear as the spider violently glitched. Miles froze at the sight.

"Milo!" The girl legit threw him (rude...) to the side like an unwanted toy as she rushed to the boy's side. She cradled him to her chest, holding him as she could as the spider's cells struggled to reassemble themselves. Finally, the glitch lost its grip on the anomaly, leaving Milo panting into her shoulder.

"Are you okay," she whispered, running her hand through the boy's curls.

"Y-Yeah... I-I don't think I have much time left," Milo whispered. The girl stiffened at that. They were still far away from Alcehmax, and despite their fight, it wouldn't surprise Panthera if the Prowler wanted another go at them.

Fuck, what were they gonna-

The sound of something tearing could be heard before the portal could be seen. A group of Spider-People stepped out of the portal before it closed behind them. Each group stared at each other in shock before the shouting began.

"Miles!"

"Gwen?!"

"Wait, you're the white bitch that broke Milo's heart?! Why I outta-"

"What the hell is going on-?!"

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"So you mean to tell me that person who knocked out Uncle Aaron, nearly unalived me and that Spider chick was you," Miles asked. Panthera gave an innocent shrug.

"Yeah, pretty much." Miles ran his hands threw his hair and sighed.

Welp, out of all the surprises he's experienced in their relationship, this one takes the cake.

Nope, scratch that. It takes the whole bakery 'cause damn...

"Well damn, okay, ma. Remind me never to piss you off again for as long I live," Miles said, sitting beside her on the bed. Panthera chuckled as she finished the last twist.

"There you go, my beloved Sunflower. Now, do you want me to add a bit of color to some of them? I got gold and red," Panthera said as she played with Milo's hair. The Spider variant pondered for a second before choosing gold.

"Sooooo.... you two do this often," Miles asked as Panthera cracked out a jar of temporary hair color.

"This is the first time in a while since I've been coming to see you and Aaron," Milo said aloud. Panthera pouted, clearly peeved.

"I should've known. You need to start sharing him, babe. I've been missing my guy bestie." Miles' face did a funny spasm.

"You have me to hang out with you-"

"I said, guy bestie. You know where I can happily gossip, do face masks, and manicures and shit? Which you barely wanna do with me. You literally screamed when I walked out with one of my homemade face masks-"

"Your face looked like it was cracking-"

"I needed to wash it off. I was trying to say hi before you started searching through my room-"

"Hey, Panthera, can we take a quick break? I think I need to wash this mask off now." Panthera smiled down at Milo, using an old shirt to wipe her hands.

"Of course, I'll come with you. Be right back, babe." Not even the kiss on his cheek could get the E-42 boy to stop pouting.

Call Miles a selfish bastard, but he liked having Panthera to himself. Uncle Aaron has occasionally been stealing her from him, and now he had to share her with his twin?

Maybe he should be more open when it comes to the face masks and shit...

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Dedicated to @444morales appreciate your support, friend 💜💜💜

Translation:

-Spanish-

¡¿Qué demonios?! ¡¿Milo, qué haces aquí?! : What the hell?! Miles, what are you doing here?!

hermano gemelo : twin brother

-Xhosa-

Myeke ahambe : Let him go

[yanderelmk]

Hey my amazing gang of spiders! I have several questions that has kept me up for almost a two month and I’m running on off coffee and hope.

Anyways

1. Apparently Spiders don’t actually have queens..so technically The Spider Queen is the first ever Spider Queen..or maybe I’m wrong? How does this make you feel??

2. So I kinda figured what kind of spider Goliath and Huntsman is (my fear of spiders could not stop me for looking this up) but what about Syntax and the beautiful Spider Queen herself?

3. Syntax. You. Do you have scars on your back from being turned into a spider? How does it feel being kinda like..a human/spider??

4. Please all four of you step on m—/J/J/J/J🤭🤭

5. What’s your guys ring size?…for research purposes I SWEAR—

-✨

Question One: Spider Queen smiles. "Oooh, this one's interesting! Now here's something not a lot of people pick up on: I was actually a human who had more fun than most girls my age. So much, in fact, that my demon-ification or whatever you'd call it transformed me into a spider demoness. It took me many, many years to become powerful enough to take down all the other spider demons vying for the position of Spider Monarch. Normally a demon's hierarchy is based off of power rather than lineage, that's why Iron Fan is a Princess despite bein' married to a king. It's also why little Red Son is the Boy Sage King despite his old man still bein' up and about. Some of the best years of my life as a spiderling were filled with learning to crush my enemies underfoot with my newfound abilities." She sighs, an annoyed look crossing her face. "I even was powerful enough to become an Empress, but then Sun Wukong ripped it all away from me. Just like he did with my sisters and nephews. But I'm gonna make my comeback. I will get back my empire, and this time I won't let anyone steal my throne." Question Two: "Considering the fact that I am not a purebred spider demon, I suppose you could say I don't really have a "species" of spider. I have tried to test my DNA and match it to spider species, but the most I have is that my species lies somewhere within the Synotaxus genus, hence the name. The fact that my own venom is diluted makes it very difficult to run the proper tests." "As for me," Spider Queen uses a mech leg to push Syntax out of the way. "I myself am a black widow. My venom definitely isn't weakened." Question Three: Syntax's face gets a bit lime from the question in embarrassment. "That...is a rather personal question, but yes. After all, the mechanical limbs burst forth from my back, it did lead to some scarring. I am proud to be the first human-spider demon hybrid of my queen's queendom, though I do admit it can be vexing trying to compensate for the lack of limbs, eyes, and other enhancements prue-bred spider demons possess. However..." He gestures to his mech legs. "I find ways around my shortcomings." Question Four: Syntax steps on your back to use your shirt as a rug to wipe his shoes clean. Huntsman takes a few steps back before running and jumping on your back, making a few loud POPs before falling backwards from the imbalance. Goliath...gently taps your back with his mechanical leg before helping you up. The Queen, however, hops down from her mech to stand upon your back. She's definitely shorter, about 5'8", but she's no different personality-wise. "Just how it should be. Now get up, mortal, if you can stand I wanna be carried on your shoulders!" Question Five: For this Syntax has to do a quick Google search and some measuring. "Let me see... my size is 7.5, Huntsman's is 8, my queen is 7.5, and Goliath..." Goliath looks at his hand, a bit sad. "I don't think any rings would fit me. Probably thirty-five or something."

[icejinlov3r]

Other Fandom Share

So as far as I’m aware, most of the people that follow me or read/look at my stuff know I’m a Dragon Ball Z fan, and in turn are most likely DB fans too. And I know I’ve only made DBZ content on here and on AO3, but I’m rather curious - what other big fandoms is everyone else obsessed with?

For me, before DBZ came into my life, I was (and still am) a HUGE Danganronpa fan! So much so that I wrote a whole killing game story on Wattpad with my own illustrations (it’s hella old and the art isn’t the best because I was just learning digital art). That consumed my life at least a good three or four years, maybe longer. And I still love it! My favorite characters were Nagito, Junko, and especially Kokichi!

This guy right here! I still love him, and in fact rivals my favorite anime character spot against Frieza (even though Kokichi was technically never in the anime).

Another huge fandom I loved, and still like, was Transformers Prime. I like a lot of TF stuff in general, but Prime was specifically my obsession. Starscream was just one of the best characters to watch, especially with Knockout on screen. I even made my own OC and wrote a whole sort of “What If” styled fanfic (which still gets votes on Wattpad to this day).

An absolutely delightful villain to watch~

Another pretty significant one would be the new She-Ra cartoon. Specifically, I fell in love with Double Trouble. They were the main reason I watched the show, and I wish they could’ve gotten more screen time.

I actually contemplated writing a oneshot with Double Trouble and my two boys, Frieza and Frost.

And probably the last biggest obsession I had was, not really with a fandom, but a specific character. A certain villain from a show called Glitter Force….and that guy was wolf boi named Ulric.

This guy here - holy shit. I cannot overstate how obsessed I was with him. Had a HUUUUGE crush on him throughout middle school and high school. I’d draw him, write silly unpublished fics, and watch any episodes with him in it. I even got to meet his voice actor at my first anime con, which was super fucking awesome! I have a lot of special nostalgia linked to this guy. He’ll always be in my top three favorite anime characters, next to Frieza and Kokichi.

Now, this is just a small handful of fandoms I got into, but I’d say these are my strongest ones. Except I forgot Pokémon…..but I’d take WAAAAAAAY too long to dive into that obsession (which is still very active).

Anyway, feel free to share your biggest obsessions, whether they be with specific characters or fandoms, or both, or neither! I wanna hear what everyone likes aside from DBZ!

[abyssruler]

THE ADEPTI’S GUIDE ON HOW TO NOT CATCH FEELINGS FOR THE STRANGE MORTAL WHO HAS A MASSIVE CRUSH ON YOUR PSEUDO-DAD

step one: don’t go to the statue for healing

pairing: xiao x fem!reader

summary: ever since you were a child, you had sworn to everyone you’ve ever met that one day you’re going to marry rex lapis, and never once has your resolve wavered. so why is your heart suddenly doing gymnastics whenever that weird adeptus fellow shows up?! he should be helping you get with rex lapis, not trying to be cute with that little happy face he makes as he takes a bite off the almond tofu you made him!

note: fem!reader, slight crack, comedy, reader is a dumbass and xiao is moronsexual that’s it that’s the fic, lumine and hu tao being wingmen, every playable character in liyue appears at some point, reader is the biggest rex lapis simp, and no you don’t know that zhongli is rex lapis

series masterlist

next step

People like to say that you’re a weird kid. You much prefer the term unique. After all, it isn’t everyday that someone makes it their life’s mission to marry their Archon.

Besides, you’ve met plenty of other people you can confidently call weirder than you. Case number one: Hu Tao, aka the Funeral Director’s granddaughter, aka your best friend. Case number two: Chongyun, your local popsicle dealer. Case number three: Xiangling, the trauma-inducer who proved to you that not everything is, in fact, edible and you should most definitely be wary the next time she offers you any food.

And case number four: Xingqiu.

You don’t think that last one needs any sort of explanation. Anyone who’s as filthy rich as him and chooses to spend their time with commoners like you instead of basking in their mora is weird (in hindsight, it wasn’t a very logical reason, but it very much made sense in your ten-year-old brain). That, and he’s a huge nerd, though that can be forgiven since he’s your main source of information regarding your future husband, Rex Lapis.

Which brings you to the conclusion that yes, maybe there’s a little bit of truth in it whenever someone calls you weird, but surrounding yourself with even weirder people cancels the weirdness out in some complex mathematical way. So while they may be, possibly, likely telling the truth, they’re also technically lying.

So, no, you’re not weird. End of story.

“Let me get this straight, you’re trying to hire me in advance as the musician for your future wedding with Rex Lapis?”

You nod, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Of course! Who else would I hire besides the best musician I know?”

“I’m the only musician you know,” Xinyan points out with amusement.

“Details! Once your parents finally get off your back about music, I just know you’re gonna be amazing!” You offer her a high five. “So are you in?”

She stares at your hand for a moment, an unreadable look crossing her face before it smooths out into a wide grin. Her palm slaps over yours in a high five.

“Well, duh! What kind of person would I be to reject a once in a lifetime’s offer of performing in a god’s wedding?” She laughs, slinging her arm over your shoulder. You smile at her easy acceptance, of not calling you weird like the other kids.

Hm. Another one recruited into your band of supporters, aka the only people who actually believe you when you say you’re going to marry Rex Lapis. Excellent.

✧

“Is this really necessary?”

“Of course it is! What kind of future wife would I be if I didn’t at least clean up my future husband’s statues?” you respond, not once pausing in your motions of scrubbing the base of the statue.

Chongyun sighs but makes no move to stop as he sweeps up dead leaves. “You know, if you channeled half as much energy as you did into your studies, you wouldn’t have to constantly beg Xingqiu to tutor you.”

“We’re eleven—wait, actually, I’m eleven, you’re still an eeny bitty kid who’s ten—but back to my point, in a few years’ time my grades won’t matter. Have you ever heard Granny Ruoxin bragging about how she got high scores when she was in school? No. Which is why I don’t have to bother putting in the effort as long as I’m passing.”

“You’re barely passing,” Hu Tao cackles from her seat in the shade away from the sun’s merciless rays, having gotten the easiest task of being the provider of food and cleaning supplies.

You frown. “Well, school’s not really important anyway.”

“Yes it is,” Chongyun argues, ever the voice of reason.

You despair at the lack of Xiangling’s presence. She’d have taken your side. Hell, even Xingqiu and Xinyan would’ve agreed with you. It’s not like grades mattered to a rich kid and a future musician.

Hu Tao suddenly sits up, a look on her face that tells you you’re not gonna like what she’s about to say. “Hey, didn’t the elders finally allow you to attend the Rite of Descension next month?”

Finally, you pause from cleaning the statue. “Yeah, they did.”

Her smile turns positively mischievous. “Doesn’t Rex Lapis give out words of wisdom each year? How about you ask him what he thinks about the importance of school?”

Your jaw drops. “No way! Like I’d ever ask him such a useless question.”

“Oh really? Are you sure it’s not because you’re scared he’ll disagree with you?” she says, egging you on.

Unable to come up with a suitable argument, you concede. “Oh, fine! I’ll ask him that, but you better prepare your apology speech for when I’m proven right.”

✧

Here is how your first meeting with Rex Lapis goes: an incredibly nervous you, the very large, very dragon-y him, and an entire audience’s worth of people at your back, watching your interaction and waiting for their turn to be given wisdom by the Lord of Geo.

It barely lasts a minute. The good thing, however, is that you managed to ask him if he thought school was important with only minimal stuttering, and that he answered.

The bad thing is that Hu Tao does not, in fact, owe you an apology speech.

✧

Within the next two months, your grades skyrocket. Your teachers are all very impressed with your improvement and asked what brought this change on.

“Love, Miss Shu Xian, love has changed me,” you tell your teacher before walking away, feeling like a character from one of Xingqiu’s novels.

“What a strange kid…” your teacher mutters as she watches you place your hand on the balcony’s railings and pretend to look wisely over the surroundings—the surroundings being the large, stained wall of the neighboring restaurant of your school.

✧

“You’ll really do that for me?” you ask, tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

Yun Jin laughs, sounding like an angel sent from above and handing you a handkerchief to dab at your eyes with. “Of course! What are friends for? I promise to sing only the very best songs and dance the liveliest dances of all.”

You blow your nose loudly into the handkerchief. “Don’t pressure yourself! I don’t need it to be the best, even your presence alone would be enough.”

“Ah, but it’s your future wedding, a once in a lifetime event, that would be no time to slack,” she argues, still managing to look graceful even after you’ve ruined her well-embroidered handkerchief with tears and snot. She places her hand on your shoulder. “Now, what has happened? You’re not normally so easily reduced to tears.”

You sniffle. “The usual.” When she purses her lips like a disapproving mother, you’re forced to elaborate. “Just some girls thinking they could pick on the weird kid who wants to marry our Archon. Nothing new.”

Her eyes soften. “I’m sorry.”

You wave her off, forcing out a laugh. “That was no issue. You should’ve seen the look on their faces when I threw a bucket of dirty water at them.” You were in the middle of cleaning another statue, not your fault the nearest thing was the bucket. They should be glad you didn’t hit them with your broom. They should be even gladder Hu Tao wasn’t there to retaliate against them.

“That was a mean thing to do,” Yun Jin says, but the amused smile on her lips tells you otherwise.

You cross your arms. “They deserved it.”

She hums. “They did.”

✧

For your fourteenth birthday, you decide to spend it hunting for geoculus in order to gift them to the love of your life’s statues. Not a very fun activity, especially since it’s your birthday and the gift-giving should be the other way around, but you console yourself with the thought that you’ll have him gift you a pool full of mora in your wedding.

Besides, it’s not like you can throw a party. It’d be very disrespectful to Hu Tao’s grandfather who just passed away, and with your best friend off on a search to find Director Hu’s soul… well, your birthday now consists of you, a bunch of qingxin flowers you picked up on the way, and the three geoculus you managed to find.

Currently, you’re trying to find a way to reach the fourth geoculus without slipping down the mountainside, breaking all your bones, and consequently dying in the process. Why do these things only appear in dangerous and high places? Oh, and now it’s raining. Just your luck.

Life would be so much easier with a vision. Geo, to be exact. No other element would suffice. You might just die if you married the Geo Archon and had, say, a pyro vision instead of a geo vision. Especially since a geo vision would be exceptionally helpful in your predicament right now.

Still, you’ve come all the way up the mountain, a little probability of death won’t stop you. Well, it probably should, but you’re already taking a leap and reaching for the vine that’ll hopefully swing you into the geoculus’s way and into the other side of the narrow gorge. No going back now, not that you ever planned on doing so.

You cling to the vine with all your might while your other hand reaches for the geoculus.

It brushes the tips of your fingers—

The vine snaps.

✧

You wake up to the feeling of your head pounding, scrapes and bruises all over your body. No broken bones though. Thank Rex Lapis.

In your right hand is the geoculus you’d been reaching for. Huh. So falling down to your almost-death wasn’t a waste after all.

Something warm pulses in your left hand. Curious, you unclench your fingers.

Your world falls apart. Tears fall down your eyes in rivulets, sobbing as you curse Celestia and all the gods—except for Rex Lapis, of course—about how awful their sense of humor is. You look down at the accursed object in your hand with betrayal.

A pyro vision.

✧

Hu Tao returns from her self-appointed mission from the afterlife, takes one look at you, your dejected expression, and the pyro vision now hanging in shame by your hip, and she immediately understands.

She points to her own newly obtained pyro vision. “Hey, at least we match!”

✧

“Oh Rex Lapis, please accept this humble offering and exchange it for something more suitable… like, say, a geo vision?”

Nothing.

You continue kneeling in front of the statue with your pyro vision in hand, posing like a man about to offer his firstborn son to the gods in sacrifice.

A few seconds pass. Then a minute, then two, three. Five minutes pass.

You’ve been kneeling for ten whole minutes. Nothing has changed, your vision still glows red. Not even a sign to indicate that he heard your pleas, something like a pebble landing in your head. But alas, there is none.

You hear a snicker carried by the wind from your right. Snapping your head to the source of the sound, you find Xingqiu leaning against the trunk of a tree, a book in hand as he watches your ridiculous display. Sighing hopelessly, you stand up from your position and make your way towards him, storing your vision safely in your pocket ‘cause hey, a vision’s a vision, no matter how displeased you are with its element.

He opens his mouth, probably a greeting, but most likely a quip you’re currently not in the mood to be dealing with, so you speak before he has any chance to.

“Yes, I know, I looked ridiculous.”

He raises his eyebrows at your words. “That was not what I was about to say.”

You lean against the same tree, pushing all your weight into your shoulder. “Then what were you about to say?”

Xingqiu looks away. You follow his gaze and find him staring at the statue of the Geo Archon you’d just been kneeling to moments ago.

“You needn’t be so upset with your vision—”

You laugh. “Because a vision’s still a vision, a sign of recognition from the gods? Yeah, I know. Heard that many times already.”

A crease forms between his brows. “Again, you’ve assumed what I was about to say.” Then he sighs, his expression smoothening out. “No, what I meant to say is that geo or pyro, vision or no vision, it did not change your goal at all, did it?”

“I guess not,” you mutter.

“Then you need not worry, friend. Rex Lapis’s future affections for you won’t be changed by a mere vision.”

You nod, slowly getting invigorated. “Yeah, you’re right.” Then, you turn a cheeky smile to Xingqiu. “You know, for someone who’s younger than me, you sure are wise.”

“Only a year younger, which is barely much of a difference when compared to—”

“Okay, that’s enough! Just remembered that I need to go to the market today and buy some tea for the elders,” you say, pushing yourself up and rummaging your pockets for mora.

“Oh, let me help. It’s been a while since I last spoke to Pops Kai.”

Finding only a couple of mora, barely enough to buy a piece of bread, you agree. “Fine, but you’re paying, rich boy.”

✧

Alright, you’ll admit that maybe you were overreacting a little bit after you found out your vision was pyro instead of geo, but you’d like to blame that one on the raging concussion you probably had after taking a tumble down that deep gorge.

Anything else that happened after your concussion faded away is a result of deliriousness from eating too much of Xiangling’s strange dishes.

✧

On Hu Tao’s sixteenth birthday, the two of you sneak in a few quick sips of alcohol. Unfortunately for you, this leads to the discovery that you are extremely lightweight. Another unfortunate thing for you is that her birthday coincided with the Rite of Descension that year. The same Rite of Descension that you’ve been religiously attending each year ever since you were allowed to.

A little tipsiness won’t stop you from going to the Rite of Descension, or as you liked to call it, the yearly wooing of your future husband.

Hu Tao accompanies you to the Pavilion where it’s held. You wave enthusiastically to Keqing, who you’ve come to know during all those years. She waves back briefly, but then returns to doing all her busy Yuheng stuff.

You stop near the railing, facing Hu Tao with a serious, if slightly dazed, look. Placing both hands on her shoulders, you lean close. “This is the day I propose. Just watch.”

Her face takes on a gleeful turn. Clapping her hands, she gestures for you to line up on the queue of people awaiting their yearly dose of wisdom from the Lord of Geo. “I wish you all the best. Onwards, oh brave soldier of the heart!”

Significantly encouraged by her words, your slightly tipsy self made your way to the line, waiting patiently for your turn. When you finally reach the front, you pull out the large cor lapis you got lucky enough to win on the market the other day, and with a slightly intoxicated grin, you walk your way to the front.

Cor lapis in hand, you raise it in an offering motion and say quietly, because no one else needs to hear what you’re about to proclaim except you and the Geo Archon, “Rex Lapis, will you marry me?”

Unfortunately, due to the previously mentioned inebriated state, you didn’t quite manage to control the volume of your voice. Hu Tao’s laugh can be heard amidst the silence that ensues after your proposal.

Molten gold roots you in place. Rex Lapis’s eyes all-knowing and just a tiny bit intimidating when directed to your mortal self in full force. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking of right now since you’re not exactly an expert at reading dragon expressions, so you stand and wait for a few moments for his reply.

However, due to Hu Tao’s laughter and your ridiculous exclamation, Lady Nigguang seems to think this is some elaborate joke. Really now, the lady should know you better. You remember once telling her your goal of marrying Rex Lapis and how she chuckled at you but never once called you strange for it.

Just before the Millelith can arrive to take you away and probably arrest you, Rex Lapis lets out a loud, hearty laugh.

It’s enough to startle everyone within hearing vicinity, including yourself.

“Hah… It has been many years since I felt such keen amusement,” his voice rumbles, carrying on over the crowd and forcing everyone to listen. “For that alone, child, I shall grant you this: return in a few years bearing that same question, and perhaps I shall answer differently.”

To anyone listening, it was obvious that this was just his way of rejecting your proposal and that he would not, in fact, change his mind even in a few years’ time.

To you, though, it meant the world.

Your smile could almost be enough to light up an entire room. “Okay! I’ll hold you to that!”

A woman somewhere behind you gasps at how casually you’re speaking to Rex Lapis, but the rumbling laughter that comes from him says enough. He doesn’t mind.

Cheerily skipping your way out of the sea of onlookers who have their eyes trained on you, you make your way to Hu Tao who’s been watching you with twinkling eyes. She claps your back with a grin, “Whaddya know, a little liquid courage was all it took to get you one step closer to your goal! I’d call this venture of ours a resounding success!”

✧

You wake up the next day with a pounding headache and clear memories of what transpired the day before.

You spend a good few minutes screaming into your pillow.

✧

They’re selling limited edition Rex Lapis figurines at the market today. To avoid the possibility of them getting sold out before you manage to get your hands on one, you’ve decided to camp out right in front of the shop since yesterday.

No one bothers you. After that little debacle at the last Rite of Descension, you’ve become known in Liyue Harbor as the girl who proposed to Rex Lapis. It garnered a few disapproving looks, especially from the old geezers, but unlike your childhood, quite a lot of people now find it funny instead of weird. It’s probably because of how Rex Lapis himself reacted in that situation.

Even the store owner is giving you amused looks as you lay on the cot you’ve set up beside his store since last night. But that was no matter, he was finally opening his shop. Looking around, you find a lot of people standing in the queue right behind you.

You stand up, grinning to yourself as you realized how much of a genius plan this is. You’re first in line.

Figurine in hand and a couple thousand mora broke, you would have missed the identity of the person behind you if you hadn’t recognized their voice. Turning around, you come face to face with none other than, “Keq—”

She quickly shuts you up by placing a hand over your mouth, her other hand holding a Rex Lapis figurine.

Oh Archons.

After dragging you to a less crowded alley, she finally lets you speak. An excited smile forms on your lips. “Keqing! I didn’t know you were a fan!”

“Not so loud!” She shushes you, then she places the figurine in a bag you didn’t notice before, hidden from the world. “And I’m not a fan. I think his views are a little outdated and Liyue could benefit more from a more modernized outlook. But… I do admire his achievements and all he’s done for Liyue.” She sees the knowing look on your face. “That doesn’t make me a fan, okay?”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

“And even if I was a fan—which I am most certainly not—I’m not like you who would propose to the Geo Archon in front of Liyue’s high profiles.” She places her hand on her hip. “Honestly, I’ve been meaning to ask, but what possessed you to do such an act?”

At the reminder of your mortifying display, a bit of heat creeps to your cheeks. Thankfully, the wear and tear of time has a way of lessening humiliation, especially when said humiliating act is the only thing you’ve been hearing about for the past few months.

“It may have been extremely embarrassing, but I have no regrets! You’ll see, Keqing, one day I’ll invite you to my wedding.”

She sighs at your hopeless delusions. “There’s no arguing with you, is there? Alright, invite me if you will, but I have somewhere to be right now.” You let her go easily. Turning to you one last time, she says, “And don’t tell anyone about this encounter, okay?”

“Gotcha!”

✧

At eighteen, you meet the first person apart from Rex Lapis who’s ever managed to make your heart skip a beat. (For now.)

“Hu Tao, who is that?” you whisper frantically to the newly appointed Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

“Hm?” She looks up from the papers in her hand and follows your line of sight. “Oh! That’s Mister Zhongli. He’s our newly hired consultant. Very knowledgable in history and very, and I mean very, rich. It’s like he creates mora out of thin air, that’s how rich he is.”

Tall, handsome, smart, older than you, and rich with earthy tones and amber eyes.

Oh no.

He was exactly your type.

Almost too exact, considering your type is, well, Rex Lapis himself.

Until today, you didn’t even realize you had a type until you found yourself faced with the handsome consultant—Zhongli, his name is Zhongli. For some reason or another, you think you’ve seen him somewhere before, but that idea was quickly shot down. There was just no way you’d ever forget seeing a person like him.

Another problem is that you never even knew you were capable of being attracted to anyone who isn’t Rex Lapis, Morax, the Geo Archon, or all of the above.

Hu Tao seems to have caught on to your internal dilemma.

She raises her arm. “Mister Zhongli, come over here for a sec!”

“What are you doing?!” you hiss at her, slapping her arm repeatedly before straightening once your new object of interest makes his way over. You try your best to inconspicuously rake your eyes over him. If Zhongli notices your attempt at checking him out, he thankfully doesn’t say anything.

“Yes, Director, did you need me for anything?” he says, and good lord, even his voice held that sort of richness to it that made you want to listen to him talk all day.

Hu Tao smiles that same smile you once likened to a shark, all teeth and ready to pounce at any hint of weakness, which in this case is your quickly developing probably-but-hopefully-not-a-crush on her new employee. “Nothing in particular. I just wanted to introduce you here to my friend.”

Her hand lands on the small of your back as she all but shoves you in front Zhongli. You manage not to stumble as you’re pushed forward, internally clenching your fist and thinking of ways to retaliate against your best friend slash the bane of your existence.

You have to crane your neck up just to meet his amused amber eyes, that’s how tall the guy is.

“Ah, I believe you are the Director’s dear friend? She has spoken to me in length about you.”

You find yourself uncharacteristically tongue-tied. “Y-Yeah.” You then manage to introduce yourself with minimum stuttering.

“Well met. My name is Zhongli, the new consultant at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.” He smiles, looking very regal and wise and infuriatingly handsome and—NO!

You have to stay loyal. Just because a pretty face appeared doesn’t mean you can cheat on your future husband… even if you’re not together yet so technically what you’re doing isn’t actually cheating.

Oh Rex Lapis, please forgive me for this severe case of adultery. I’ll accept any, ahem, punishment you’re willing to give. I promise I’ll bring you the best offering at next year’s Rite of Descension. And maybe you could, you know, finally give me an answer on my proposal—no pressure though!

Zhongli tilts his head ever so slightly like he just heard something funny.

In order to avoid committing anymore acts of cheating, you bid him a hasty goodbye. “It’s been nice meeting you, Mister Zhongli, but I just remembered I have a, uh, statue to clean up! Gotta go!”

You ignore Hu Tao’s knowing look following you as you quickly make your way out of the Funeral Parlor.

✧

“I heard you’ve finally moved on from Rex Lapis,” Xingqiu says in lieu of a greeting.

“I did not! And who told you that?”

He smiles. You’re not fooled by the slightest. That smile is a devil hidden behind the facade of an angel. “Why, our mutual friend Hu Tao did.”

✧

“You know, forcing yourself to clean up every statue of the Geo Archon isn’t going to make the crush you have on Mister Zhongli disappear,” Chongyun points out, watching you work away as you sweep dead leaves into a pile.

“How about you focus on that big fat crush you have on Xingqiu instead?”

He gasps, but your words do their trick in keeping him silent about your not-crush.

✧

Xiangling hands you a surprisingly normal dish when you next see her. “As a gift of celebration for getting your first crush, I made your favorite!”

“I don’t have a crush on Zhongli!”

She smiles. “Hehe, I didn’t say a name.”

You raise your hands in defeat. “Fine. Whatever. Free food is free food.” You take a seat on Wanmin restaurant’s stool and dig into your food.

Guoba pats your knee consolingly.

✧

It takes a good few weeks before you can stand to be in Zhongli’s presence without becoming a heart-palpitating mess. Another few weeks before you can have a proper conversation without thinking about how mesmerizing his eyes are and how nice his biceps look in his snug suit and how much you want to—

Enough!

After the initial awkwardness that is your first meeting, you find that you actually enjoy Zhongli’s company a lot. For one, he’s very knowledgable, has a good eye for scammers which led to your monthly dose of being scammed decreasing significantly. Two, he’s a gentleman. A true gentleman, not like Xingqiu who’d leave you waiting for hours at a meeting spot ‘cause he got too engrossed in reading his books. Zhongli’s the kind who offers you his coat when it’s cold and opens the door for you to enter first.

And lastly, he’s rich.

Hu Tao wasn’t lying at all, the guy is rich enough to be able to haggle the market sellers into selling their wares for a higher price then buy said highly priced wares. You once asked him why he’s working in a Funeral Parlor when it seems like he’s rich enough to have even his great-grandchildren live comfortable and wealthy lives.

His answer?

“I would like to experience working a normal job alongside the people.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that if he really wanted to do that, he should’ve chosen a job where he’d constantly be surrounded by living breathing people, not dead ones.

✧

You didn’t realize it then, but at the age of twenty, you meet the person you will one day be cheesily calling the love of your life.

A person is leaning against the statue of your beloved Archon, blood coating his body and smearing it on his surroundings.

The wounded stranger looks up, a guarded look in his eyes as he supports himself with a spear tipped with jade. Blood drips off a strand of his teal hair and he looks like he’s one step away from death’s door, but even then, there’s no mistaking he could still take you on in a fight and win. There’s brown spots here and there that indicate the blood has dried off, which means he’s probably been here for a while. Or maybe it’s bird poop, who knows.

You should probably help the guy, but you can do nothing but stare in horror at the bloody mess in front of you.

The stranger opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

“Damn it! Do you know how hard it is to keep that statue clean?! Go bleed out somewhere else!”

the adepti’s guide on how to not catch feelings for the strange mortal who has a massive crush on your pseudo-dad

step one: don’t go to the statue for healing, or you might just meet the aforementioned strange mortal

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note: i’d like to clarify that reader is an orphan, which means everything you’ve done so far is indeed fatherless behavior. not much xiao since we’re just establishing your relationships with various characters for future purposes, but starting next chapter he’s gonna be having major appearances. send me an ask or comment if you wanna be added to the taglist! ^^

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Sterek Fic Rec - May 2022. Hello hello! New list of fics for you all to enjoy.

Hot for Teacher('s Aide) by linksofmemories_archive (1/1 | 8K | Teen)

“He invited you to his apartment.”

“To do a lesson plan.”

“Yeah and to probably lesson your plan while you’re there,” Scott said, waggling his eyebrows.

“That made no sense, but you still managed to make it sound dirty,” Stiles said. “I’m impressed.”

Lucky Day by SassyStarboard (1/1 | 3K | Teen)

“Good afternoon, my name is Deputy Stilinski.” Stiles managed. The stare he received in return was so intense it burned. Stiles bit his lip, looking between the three werewolves. “Um, I’m here because I’d like to ask the residents of this home about a recent string of break-ins that have been occurring in this neighborhood. We—we being the Beacon Hills Police Department—we’ve received reports of four burglaries over the past three months, all four took place in this area and also you guys were lowkey resisting the law because you kept slamming the door in my face so, uh, free advice, don’t do that because some of the people I work with are major assholes.”

soulmate au + cop stiles + derek’s overeager sisters = YES

If I should stumble, catch my fall by Gorgeousgreymatter (1/1 | 4K | Mature)

Well, friendship is canceled. That's all Stiles can think when he walks into the locker room and finds it empty, with Scott's dumb werewolf ass completely AWOL despite the text message he'd received assuring him otherwise. Which wouldn't be that bad, if not for the fact that now Stiles is face to face with a very wet, very naked Derek Hale.

pretty in tents by kellifer_fic (1/1 | 7K | Mature)

Even though he’s making fun of it, Stiles thinks the whole thing sounds awesome and, like most stuff these days, the experience is going to be totally wasted on Scott.

He's Just Knot That Into You by aggybird (1/1 | 3K | Mature)

Stiles doesn't have much luck finding Mr. Right, and Derek the bartender hears all about it. (Sort of movie-fusion AU.)

Hot Nerd Alert by alisvolatpropiis (1/1 | 4K | Not Rated)

Derek can't believe he's actually doing this: taking a selfie snap of the guy he’s been crushing on for weeks to prove to Danny that one, yes, he really does exist, and two, he really is that hot and thus he is totally justified in being too scared to make a move.

Or you know, even talk to the guy outside of the class they share.

In his defense, this isn’t just any guy. This THE guy. Hot Nerd. The utterly adorable but still somehow insanely sexy freshman in his twentieth century American Lit class who he’s been lusting over since the first day of the semester. If there were ever a time for him to be that person who tries to be subtle while taking snaps of other people, this is it.

I'm tired and I'm wasted, irrational by LunaCanisLupus_22 (1/1 | 8K | Explicit)

Derek reads the message twice just to be sure that he isn’t dreaming.

Help, it reads, accidntly kidnpd somr dudew

He takes a moment to compose his reply. What the hell Laura?

Or the one where Laura wakes him up in the middle of the night because she's kidnapped some random guy from the club and it turns out he's Derek's mate.

Long Standing Devotion by whenwordsmakesense (1/1 | 3K | Teen)

The Alpha turns his gaze on him. And—stops. He says, “Stiles?” And Stiles panics.

It’s totally not his fault that he has his bat at the ever-ready, and it’s totally not his fault that he bats at the Alpha with it, knocking him out.

Maybe that was a harsh thing to do but the last time he’d had to deal with an Alpha it was not pleasant. The dude wanted him as his mate. Which was creepy as fuck even without the knowledge that the Alpha was about twenty years older than him.

“Fuck my life,” he groans, and kicks at the still fallen magic book. It’s the fault of this book. It must be a cursed book, so that every spell done from it has the opposite effect. He asked for someone to love, but he got a creep. His goddamn life.

He doesn’t even live in Beacon Hills anymore!

how to unsend an embarrassing text (hint: you can't) by bibliosexual (1/1 | 1K | General)

Laura tells him it’s cowardly and unromantic to confess feelings over text, but too bad. Derek can’t think of anything more terrifying than showing up on Stiles’ doorstep (conveniently, the apartment right below Derek’s) to tell him to his face. And Derek wants to know, okay? Has to know. He needs closure. He can’t keep second-guessing every microsecond of every interaction with Stiles, trying to guess how he’s feeling, and he can’t keep hoping like this. He’ll go insane. Stiles has been his neighbor/friend/hopeless crush for almost six months already, and Derek definitely can’t take another six.

It's Always Been You, Dumbass by stilinskisparkles (1/1 | 11K | Teen)

“Alright, cool, we should go,” Stiles says breezily, dusting off his hands as he stands.

“We should?”

“Yeah!”

“But… Do you even care about photography?”

“Not as much as I should,” Stiles plants both his hands on the table, bracketing Derek in, “You’ll have to correct my miscreant ways.”

princecharmingwinks special mention (this fic is so soft and wholesome! I love domestic sterek and this fic nails it !)

I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings by Tails89 (1/1 | 5K | Teen)

“I swear the universe is out to get me,” Stiles whines, flinging his hands up at the ceiling. “Derek’s days off don’t line up with mine until next week.” He fidgets with the ring box, opening and closing it. “I can’t keep it at our place, Derek will sniff it out. I just need to hide it for a few days.”

He sits up and gives Scott his best pleading eyes.

“Yeah, no worries, man,” Scott says, clapping Stiles on the shoulder. “I’m really happy for you guys. This is going to be so amazing, just you wait!”

Scott just had to go and jinx it.

Woohooo another month wrapped. Hope you find some gems that suit your taste! :) See you next time.