I believe the phrase “oh fuck” is appropriate in this situation
“What’s that?” Human Deepti asks making some sort of gesture and looking towards the open computer screen. Her clothes and braided hair floated around her. This deck had a lower gravity setting so Oev'oep and hir people, the E'shyu could be more comfortable. It took a few moments for Oev’ to decode that she wanted hir to also look in the same direction.
Much to hir horror, the Human Behavioral Files were on screen, the title written in bolded letters.
“Nothing.” Oev’ said with emphasis, hir stripes involuntarily turning a greenish hue. “Just– reading up on some human based psychology, posted by humans from Terra.” Zhe quickly closed the files down.
After Humans developed their own form of space travel and showed interest in contacting other species for trade, word began to spread about the Humans strange biology and diverse pack bonding cultures. As always the Knauvruohloes were quick to research, record, and document. The most fascinating reports were posted: Humans cohabiting with other animals, the types of poisonous food Humans enjoy, and analyzing videos of Human movement (dancers, sports, babies you name it) are some of the most popular. But by some chance the website became popular… without the Humans finding out. Soon, reports began pouring in from all over, through many solar systems. One thing led to another and it somehow became the most widely known and best kept intergalactic secret in history.
Human Deepti gave Oev'oep a blank look. She used the wall behind her to dive for the computer, Oev’ too slow to stop her but by some miracle zhe was able to latch onto half of the computer.
“Oh come on, we’re friends. What is this really?” Deepti smiled, showing some of her teeth. Oev’ read about Humans superior strength due to the gravity on their Homeplanet, an E'shyu such as hirself would be no match but perhaps zhe could outsmart the human.
“Wait, please I’ll tell you everything, just–” Oev’ tugged the computer free and in the process knocked the Human backwards, she spun around in the air laughing as zhe made hir escape.
“Hey! Come back here!” Human Deepti called after Oev’
Oev’ successfully deleted hir browser history, keeping the secret for at least one more day.
Feel free to add more I honestly don’t know where to go with this but I was just thinking about how some of these posts imply that aliens are keeping track of weird things humans do and I was just wondering: do humans know?
( Warning! If any mistakes or anything I can improve please message me. It’s my first to post and I haven’t written all summer- but I guess that’s no excuse! hahaha! Ok bye now!)
Lance trailed behind the two males.
There he was again. Stuck in the same position like on every date. That one damn position that has him, sniffling, shouting, crying to be heard by his two lovers. The third wheel. The third wheel, oh what a horrible place to be in when you’re in a polyamorous relationship, and as much as Lance wants to deny it, he knows.
Every day, Lance watches everything his two lovers do to each other. He see’s many things from the back. He sees the stares the two exchange when they gaze at each other’s features, he sees the hugs the lovers pour their heart out into, just for the two of them, and oh, not to mention but, he most definitely sees how Shiro and Keith scoot up together on the couch when watching movies. Not even bothering to invite the small boy shivering on the opposite side of the couch.
Lance ignores it. He ignores the scoffs Keith gives him, or the look of disappointment on Shiro’s lips. Lance ignores it all. Why? Because he knows their happy and that he’s happy with them. Why bother them? Lance questions. He thought he was content so, he continues to watch quietly. He sits and view the two, with his raven colored eyes. He observes the love. The trust. The acceptance. He stares…Longingly… at how the lovers are entranced by warmth. How it seems like the two boys are on their own little petite island, in the middle of clouds and daylight where everything is happy, while Lance drowns in the waters right behind that little island. He drowns in the shadows of the lilac palm trees and in the tears of fallen feathers.
Lance continues to stare ahead. He believes things will get better. That one day, those two lovers will find a raft and come for him. That they’ll pull him ashore and hold his hand. He believes that if he waits long enough, if he tires himself out enough, if he cries and shouts loud enough for them to hear him, he’ll be welcomed… but, days passed-Months- a year probably- and every day, his same smile is weakened. Lance starts to get sick of watching the hairs on Shiro’s neck stand on edge, and Keith’s back flex whenever he laughs. Lance gets sick…but wasn’t he always?s
well…He’ll stay in the back of the lovers. Slowly crumbling until he has lost all motivation and He’ll float under the sea. Dying.
Okay but sad thought; frank laying in his bunk and it’s been months since they’ve been affectionate in any way and g comes in wasted n whiny begging frank to let him lay with him even though he would never have to, n frank lets him lay his head on his chest n sleep even though there’s tears welling around his eyes, he kisses his forehead
lmao I wish I could tell someone irl about how proud I am of my progress on this fic but I will never be able to look someone in the eyes and explain to them that I’m writing a high school alternate universe where the members of my chemical go to prom in drag