I’ve seen a pretty big resurgence of controversy surrounding R*mrom recently, so I figured I’d remind y’all:
If you ship or support R*mrom, do not interact with me or my content. Do not reblog my stuff and tag it as R*mrom. Do not try to explain to me why it’s not inc*st. I don’t want to hear it.
Also, please stop tagging R*mrom as Creativitwins. I’ve seen inc*st in the Creativitwins tag on here and on IG three times over the last month. That’s not okay. Keep your fucking tags straight.
I’ve been very interested in neopronouns lately (I don’t use them myself, I just think they’re cool as fuck), so I wanted to make a list of some funky pronouns I think the Sides would use! I didn’t include he/him bc they already all use he/him lolol (I also included they/them for some of em even though they’re not really neonpronouns :))
why do i feel like if uni au logan got hit by a car he wouldn't even flinch he would just get up and be like "thanks for making me late to class you idiot"
Words: 900 (I’m way too excited that it’s exactly 900 fdsklfd)
TW: Very brief mentions of frostbite and death. If there’s anything else, let me know!! :)
A/N: This blog is slowly just becoming a Lexi fanblog, and I do not regret it
“You’re shivering.”
“Am not,” Janus huffed, his eyes darting up momentarily to gauge Logan’s expression.
His brows were drawn in ever so slightly. Ergo, Logan was upset.
“Why didn’t you bring a coat? It must be 10 degrees outside,” Logan said with a sigh, carefully flipping through his psych folder.
“Because I forgot it, obviously. Why do you care so much, Oliveira? It doesn’t affect you in the slightest.”
“It does. You’re practically vibrating in my peripheral vision, it’s very distracting,” Logan replied with a cool shrug.
“Well, my apologies, your highness. I’ll make sure to bring the warmest of jackets tomorrow.”
They sat in silence for a few moments, Janus not ignorant to how Logan’s gaze flickered back to him from time to time.
After a particular aggressive bout of shivers, Logan wordlessly handed Janus his jacket from across the table. Janus made no effort to take it, instead settling to cover his shock with a puzzled quirk of an eyebrow.
“I can’t focus while you’re shaking like a chihuahua. Take this for now, but I need it back before we leave.”
“I don’t need your pity jacket, Oliveira-“
“Then I’d be more than happy to work at a different table where you won’t be bothering me.”
Janus pursed his lips, well aware that it was far closer to a pout than he would have liked, before snatching the jacket from Logan’s hand and shrugging it on. Logan smiled smugly to himself before returning to his work.
The jacket was a zip-up made of grey cotton, hoodless, with tan-colored fleece lining the interior. He was immediately engulfed by the smell of cinnamon and brown sugar, intermingled with the cologne he knew Logan had been using since he was 15. Why and how he knew that, he wasn’t entirely sure.
“Did you find this in the dumpster behind a pie shop?” Janus said, only half-sarcastically, as he pulled the zipper shut.
“No, Peters, I can’t say I did. It was a birthday gift from Patton and I wore it last night while we were baking. I apologize if the cinnamon is... overwhelming. There was a bit of an accident.” Logan gestured the reddish-brown stains that littered the ends of the sleeves.
“Ah. I see. Well, you might want to consider washing it. They make machines that do it for you, you know. Really speeds up the process.”
“I feel like that was meant to be a jab at my intelligence, but I can’t say it was particularly wounding. You might need work on your material, Peters.”
Janus rolled his eyes, failing to hide his embarrassed blush behind his sociology textbook- the smell of cinnamon was too overwhelming to allow him to come up with a witty retort.
The two sat for a while longer, their comfortable silence broken only occasionally when asking the other for their opinion on some theory or another. Eventually, they were once again left as the only ones in the library, and both began to pack their bags to head back home.
“You can have your jacket back now,” Janus spoke up as they reached the bottom of the stairwell, beginning to unzip the jacket before Logan lifted a hand to stop him.
“I’m guessing you parked your car three block away so you wouldn’t have to pay for parking, like usual. I’m not about to make you walk three blocks without a coat.”
“Well, I’m not going back to my dorm with your cinnamon-stained jacket.”
“Then I’ll walk you to your car and you can give it to me when we get there. Simple.” Logan shrugged slightly before making for the exit, holding the door open and raising his eyebrows expectantly.
The sudden gust of freezing cold air brought sudden heat to Janus’s cheeks as he swiftly walked past Logan and onto the frost-crusted sidewalk.
“You’re quite the gentleman, aren’t you, Oliveira?” Janus muttered, his hands shoved into the pockets of Logan’s jacket.
“I like to think so. At least when it matters.”
“Well, I’m thrilled that you’re of the belief that I matter.”
“Obviously. Who would I debate if you contracted frostbite?” Logan spoke as if the words held no weight whatsoever, just a completely simple statement of fact. Janus envied that- his ability to say how he felt, so long as he didn’t allow himself to overthink it.
But he never would’ve told Logan that. That was sort of the whole point of the envy, wasn’t it?
“Well, here’s your car,” Logan said, stopping abruptly and causing Janus, eyes glued to the pavement, to bump into his shoulder.
“Jacket,” Janus said simply, shrugging it off and handing it to Logan. “I warmed it up for you, free of charge. Try not to freeze to death on your walk home.”
“I’ll do my best.” Logan pulled his own jacket on, leaving the zipper undone and giving Janus a characteristically professional nod. “On the morrow, Peters.”
“On the morrow, Oliveira,” Janus repeated habitually, returning the nod before ducking into his car and immediately cranking the heat up as high as it would go.
He watched Logan walk off while waiting for the car to warm up. Logan seemed to be muttering something, unsurprising considering his habit of talking to himself.
The lingering smell of Logan’s jacket eventually dissipated along with the rest of the cold air, and Janus fastened his seatbelt and drove back home.
I am once again making fanart for one of Lexi’s AUs
So @coconut-cluster made a Loceit uni au and it is all I have thought about for the last 2 days. I was going to wait to do this mini-comic until after the alcove thing was actually written so it’s be Accurate™️, but I got bored so I just made shit up based on my Head Vision for the alcove fiasco lmao
This took s o long solely because I had to resketch all the goddamn side profiles like 6 times each-
(Click for better quality because Tumblr Hates Me)
