#work is busy

[dyke-dyke-goose]

it would be easier to get in contact with a tibetan monk by snail mail then it would to make plans with you my guy

[tea-moth11]

Back with a picture of Leo climbing a tree for an announcement.

There is a change of schedule for Cryptid Watch.

It will see be weekly but there is no telling when in the week it will be. I will still make announcements here so please keep an eye out.

Thank you for everyone that has been following along with the fic.

[thetamingofspike]

WIP Wednesday

Another WIP Wednesday for y'all!

Here's the spiel:

I currently have four works in progress. I am taking asks to post drabbles of these works. The list of said works as they are listed in my folders:

Kidnapped!Neil (aftg/andreil)

The Sex Life of Neil Josten (aftg, Neil/others, andreil)

Hey Jude (Hit the Floor, zude)

Hunting Season (original fiction, not tied to fandom)

I will take up to 5 requests for each of these. Please feel free to send requests. I will make a post if I get the maximum amount of requests for a fic. Some of these drabbles will be in order, and some will have no resemblance to order. Request at your own risk.

[ofduskanddreams]

So I’ve been feeling a bit ill for days but I chalked it up to sleep deprivation but no—turns out I have a 100 degree fever 🙃 not covid at least (I took a test) but like fml I don’t have time for this

[california-112]

Why is EVERYTHING happening this week lol.

[dameronology]

hey could you please do angst prompts 1 and 4 for peter parker if you have time??

1) “i needed you and you weren’t there.” + 4) “why do you keep making promises you can’t keep?” & peter parker

The beginning of college was supposed to be a real turning point for you and Peter.

After a few rough years of juggling his vigilante-hood and nearly losing you a one many times, he had sworn to you that your first year at NYU was going to mark the start of a real, mature relationship. No longer would you be involved in a tumultuous teenage affair, but rather a dedicated and communicative partnership. You were adults now -- not teenagers, not high schoolers who lived with their parents. You'd managed to find yourselves an apartment, and you actually cooked rather than ordering take out, and he was even doing his own laundry. All signs of mature adults, no?

It wasn't that easy, though. Whilst Peter was desperate to move on from all those time he'd unintentionally hurt you, all the things that had made him to do it in the first place still existed. He was still Spiderman, and he still risked his life every night trying to protect the city. His promises to you didn't change anything except the weight on his shoulders.

And whilst the first few months were fine - perfect, even - it didn't take long before the cracks started to appear. Peter was back on late nights and early mornings, running between college classes and police calls like a headless chicken. You were back to a brief kiss on the lips in the morning and then...well, that was it. He'd be gone the rest of the day; home after you'd gone to bed, and out the door before you'd woken up. The only signs that he'd even been there at all were the dishes he left in the sink.

The worst part of it all was that you were helpless. This was supposed to be him trying - and if you told him his best wasn't good enough, what kind of monster would that make you? Every other time you'd brought the issue up, he'd looked like a kick puppy; sad brown eyes and pouty lips. An expression that made it impossible to do anything other than just hold him.

After accidentally falling asleep on the sofa one night, you were awoken by the sound of Peter coming through the window. His feet softly landed on the carpet, hair sticking up in a thousand different directions from his mask. He looked tired - well past it, in fact - but you knew this was probably going to be the only chance you had for a while to talk to him.

"Hey," you gently greeted him. The blankets that were around your shoulders slipped down as you sat up, rubbing your eyes.

"Hey, baby," he replied. "How was your day?"

"The usual," you said. "I had classes then work."

"Same here-"

"- Pete, we need to talk," you cut him off. Peter's face fell slightly.

"O-oh, okay," he stammered. "Like, right now?"

"Yeah," you said, "because this is the first time I've seen you in two weeks and if I don't do it now, I probably never will."

Putting his mask down, Peter took a seat at the end of the couch by your feet. He observed as you reached for the TV remote, pausing the episode of How I Met Your Mother that you'd fallen asleep watching earlier. It was almost as though he were watching your movements carefully, trying to read them for a sign of whatever the hell was going on. Unfortunately, his Spidey senses didn't stretch that far.

"Are you breaking up with me?" he blurted. Word vomit.

The silence that followed was enough to break his heart.

"I..." you trailed off. "I don't know."

"What's going on?" he asked.

"I'll just come straight out with it," you murmured. "I don't think you have time for a relationship."

Peter's eyes widened -- mostly because he knew you were right, but also because it sounded so much more painful coming from you. He'd managed to juggle things the last four years, but it was only getting worst.

"I - of course I do!" he insisted. "I know things have been a bit busy lately but I promise as soon as I've dealt with-"

"- why do you keep making promises you can't keep?" you cut him off. "You promised that you'd make time for me in senior year, and that didn't happened. Then you promised it would be during the summer, and that was a lie too. This - this apartment and this year and this fucking life - was supposed to be it, but it's not. So it leads me to think that maybe...maybe this is a problem that can't be fixed, Peter."

"Of course it can," his voice was wobbling as he spoke.

Peter stood up, stalking across the other side of the room. Had his suit always felt so claustrophobic?

"I don't know," you leapt off the sofa, following him. "Because it's not fair on me to keep waiting around for you but it's not fair on you to have to deal with so much."

"I am there for you," he murmured.

"No, you're not - and I'm not saying it's your fault, but it's just the truth," you said. "Like last week, when I had one of my finals? And you promised you would help me study and drive me to the exam the next morning?"

Peter's whole body froze when he remembered. You'd stuck to every one of the commitments you'd made to him, and he knew it was supposed to go both ways.

"I am so sorry-"

"- don't," you cut him off. "I needed you and you weren't there. It's too late for apologies now but I think that entire situation is just a metaphor for how we are now."

"What do you mean?"

"It's a cycle - you're busy, I'm busy, then we promise that we'll try but then we never do," you explained. "I can't keep doing it anymore."

He let out a sigh of defeat, leaning against the counter. "Is this a one final chance thing or an it's over thing?"

Neither of you wanted to say it, because you both knew the answer.

[seldnei]

This has been an INCREDIBLY what the fuck week, and today is promising to be no better.