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adonis-koo · 4 years ago

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Star Struck

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↳ Summary: You’re a creature of habit, you plan everything from each hour to each day, so you can imagine the chaos which ensues after you discover a random guy leaking black goo in a ditch- who just so happens to be an alien.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: lowkey strangers to lovers, alien!jungkook, fluff, smut,

Word Count: 12k

Tags: before anyone asks, yes tentacles are involved because I’m a proud monster fucker, jungkook has separation anxiety from Mc :(, he’s immediately whipped, and he can’t speak any human language at first oops, he like,,,tries it for a second before MC goes 🏃‍♀️ this is unedited and for that im sorry bc yikes

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In many cases, you could recall how you got into situations. For instance, when you were late to your mid morning lecture, you had zero excuses- not that the professor cared at all when you walked in with a bag of mcdonalds and a venti latte from starbucks. But the principle of the situation remained the same, you knew your actions would cause you to be late. You understood the consequences of your actions.

The same could not be said for when you took in the curious male who didn’t understand a word you said.

“What do you mean you just- picked him up off the side of a fucking ditch!” Jimin flailed his hands as you twisted around to face you, the male was examining his hands as if he had never seen them before, not paying either of you any mind.

You held up your hands as you replied, “I did!” You shouted back, immediately gaining the males attention as his eyes flashed between you and Jimin, “He was just…! Laying there! I don’t fucking know! What was I supposed to do? Leave him, look he’s hurt.” You pointed out the obvious wounds he sported.

“...He’s bleeding black goo Y/n! Have you never seen a horror movie before oh my god!” Jimin grabbed his head as his voice became dramatic and peril, “You’re practically number one on his kill list! He’s probably here to abduct us and- and butt probe us or some shit!��

You raised your brows defensively as you crossed your arms, “Look at him!” You pointed a finger at the male making him flinch a little, leaning a little away from you where he sat as his expression shifted, looking as if he was a kicked puppy at your tone, “Does that look like a butt probing alien to you shit face?”

“Maybe!” Jimin snapped back, “He ain’t human that’s for fucking sure! Just…!” Jimin flailed his hands, “Just look at him!”

You groaned as you rubbed your face, you knew it looked bad! You hadn’t meant to stumble across a body when you went out for your morning walk which you had been trying to do in an effort to be more mindful and healthy, but it seemed to only lead you to stressing the fuck out.

You turned to look at the male, he looked anything but alien, well- for the most part. His eyes looked up at you almost glossy like, they were big and doe like, his lips plush and his hair dusted his eyes yet almost looked like a raven blue.

He looked human, mostly. The part that threw you off was, for one the black goo that trickled down his skin- maybe if you were a photography major you’d scream how aesthetic it was and just take a picture before leaving him to die, but unfortunately this wasn’t the case and here you were.

The other part of him was, well....the bits that glowed. You would’ve honestly mistook him for a horrible Avatar cosplayer that had a little too much last night had it not been for the black goo, the strip of glow emitted from his body all the way from his hands up his arms, and you assumed back to his shoulders as well.

Most might have considered it tattoo’s and maybe you could pass it off as such if it weren’t for the constant soft hue purple, it shifted between blue occasionally but remained purple for most of the duration you had spent with him.

“What the hell are you even gonna tell Seokjin!” Jimin grabbed his head as he began to pace, “He totally won’t let this- this thing stay with us!”

You glared as you stomped over to the male who straightened a little, the marks on his skin suddenly tinging red as you turned to face Jimin, “Seokjin can shut the fuck up! And so can you! For all we know he’s just into special effects and can’t speak English you xenophobic fuck!”

“I’m Korean you whore!” Jimin dramatically shouted as he walked across the apartment, for what reason? You weren’t sure other than to make a point and raise his voice, “I know Asian when I see it and that’s not it! I’m headed for class and when I get back he better be back in his fucking UFO.”

You rolled your eyes as you kneeled down to look at the male, the marks had flared back to it’s constant state of purple once more as he blinked, “I’m sorry about him,” You apologized sheepishly, “He ah...he’s an asshole,” The male only tilted his head a little, “I’m...Y/n.” You felt a bit dumb talking to him.

You didn’t want to assume he couldn’t understand you but...well...He just seemed so, curious, innocent even. His eyes peered around at his surroundings as if he had never seen them before. Not as if he hadn’t been in your home but, as if he had never sat on a bed, his body would bounce a little as if testing the springs only to find out they’d bounce and his eyes would light up.

He had been playing with the light switch on the wall of the apartment when you first got home, he didn’t seem to understand you necessarily but he responded well to the tone of voice because when you told him to stop he seemed to understand.

He had tried to speak a few times, but...Well, Jimin may have had a point, it didn’t sound like any Asian dialect, at all. It didn’t even sound like any language you had even heard of...Even if he looked like some sort of Asian ethnicity, which you supposed was the strangest part about this. He looked human, but he didn’t sound human.

He spoke in a sort of throaty tongue that seemed frantic at first, but he must have quickly realized you couldn’t understand him and had opted to mute ever since, “What’s your name?” You asked, only to sigh in response as he blinked unsuspecting of whatever you had said.

Sitting down in front of him you sighed, “Okay nevermind, we’ll figure out a name to give you meanwhile- hmmm, let’s get those fixed up yeah?” You stood up, noticing he wasn’t doing the same, leaning down you went to grab his hand.

The marks on his arms suddenly lit in a deep maroon red as he jumped back making you screech- whatever thought of you assuming he was human went out the window at the sudden burst of...of....tentacles pushing out of his back and pulling in front of him like some sort of shield.

“Woah! Woah holy shit, oh my god!” You flailed at the sight of his narrowed eyes and his defensive stance as you held out your hands in sign of peace, “I’m not going to hurt you! I- I just want to fix your wounds okay!” You fumbled out the words, “I’m your friend, yeah?”

His eyes squinted a little further as he glanced between your hands and your hand, tentacles like you had seen- no you weren’t gonna go there- they looked almost- No. You weren’t gonna say it, you weren’t even gonna think it. They were almost glass like, but looked as soft as silk, probably deadly and something you shouldn’t touch.

They restricted a little and much to your surprise he parted his lips as he slowly spoke, “...Friend…” As if testing the word on his lips. You raised your brows in surprise, if this man was an alien then...he was a really quick learner.

You nodded rapidly as you spoke,” Yes! Yes! I’m a friend! Friend’s don’t hurt each other. Just...let me…” You slowly approached him, trying not to watch the four tentacles that emerged from his back keep your attention away from his face, the markings on his arms glowed a dimmer red, as if his initial reaction calmed down, slowly it melted back into a soft purple hue as his eyes carefully watched you grab his hand as you repeated, “Friend.” You gave it a little squeeze, his brows furrowing as he looked at his much larger hand encasing yours, to your face before back to your hand which held his.

“Friend.” He echoed back tilting his head a little before his eyes suddenly lit up in understanding, nodding frantically he replied, “Friend!” His expression of anger was like the night to the day of his smile, which was bright and almost childlike, as if he suddenly realized what the term friend meant, “Friend!” He squeezed your hand back causing you to squeak at the immense strength he had, the symbol that curved on his hand suddenly shifted to a dark grey as his eyes quickly became worried.

“Friend?” His voice gentler this time as he stood up, practically towering over you as he peered down as if you were a little puppy, concerned he had hurt you.

“I’m okay!” You nodded, feeling your voice a pitch higher and your face felt hot despite knowing full and damn well you were not going to fuck this alien, yet you had definitely watched too much hentai in your life to at least not let the thought cross your mind once. He was good looking, by human definition anyways, “Lets um...let’s just get you into the living room.”

Curiously he followed you before you had him sit on the couch, he gave a little bounce to the cushion as his brows furrowed before his lower lip jutted into a pout- obviously realizing this surface wasn’t bouncy….How could an alien be in your house, who nearly killed you with the tentacles from his back….look like this...

You briefly wondered this question as you frowned, grabbing the first aid kit before sitting back down beside him, his marks suddenly glowing purple as his eyes curiously watched you pull out a rubbing alcohol wipe, you paused as you looked at his big doe eyes that looked at you so innocently...If he reacted violently to his hand being held you knew damn well this was going to be a bitch to convince him you weren’t trying to kill him…

“Look…” Your voice drew his eyes to yours as he focused on your words, “This is gonna...hurt...a lot okay…?” You offered a semi awkward half smile, gesturing to your own bicep where it was bleeding on him before gesturing to him, “Pain…” You nodded a little, making him nod, his eyes darting to his own before back to you but you could tell by the look in his eyes he had no idea what you meant.

“Pain.” You pinched his skin making him jolt, his eyes darting between your small fingers and you as he frowned, marks mixing with purple and red, “Pain…?” He mumbled, rubbing a hand on his head, suddenly he began speaking in his tongue, his voice deeper and throater then when he repeated anything in english.

Maybe talking to himself, he wasn’t looking at you as he sighed, “Pain.” He spoke more firmly as he looked at you, seemingly a little lost, you held up the wipe as you gave a defeated smile, “Pain.” You nodded, knowing he would definitely understand what the word meant once you got this over with.

To say he reacted violently, was a very poor understatement.

His marks were lit up a bright red and his tentacles had emerged from his back once and he practically flew to the other end of the couch in defense as he howled in pain as he examined the large wound on his bicep, “Friend!” He cried out in anger, eyes glaring at you and tentacles covering his body as if he was a wounded animal.

He had ended up destroying a few knick knacks around the house, a chair and a few photo frames while you attempted to chase after him in effort to clean his wound while he ran away like a puppy avoiding a bath. Obviously he knew you weren’t dangerous enough to try and hurt but...it seemed his pain tolerance was...extremely low.

Eventually you had gotten him to behave and sit down, as he glared at the floor, marks glowing yellow as you felt him wince and jolt with every dab of the wipe, “Friend.” he mumbled with gritted teeth before he spoke in his native tongue, something you assumed was probably not so nice at you.

“The feeling is mutual pal.” You muttered, not knowing what he said but knowing, deep in your heart, your feelings were most definitely the same to one another. He did little to resist your touch afterwards, eyes furrowing as he watched you carefully bandage his wound, occasionally he’d poke- not at the wound but the bandage, his fingers would pinch the material and he’d cock his head as if examining it.

“Have…” You frowned a little as you tilted your head, gaining his attention, “Have you never been to Earth?” You were going to be extremely upset if you woke up in twelve hours and Jimin told you that you were on an extreme LSD trip and you just imagined a really hot alien in your head.

His eyes lit up in the same way they had earlier, “Earth?” He raised his brows, lips parting before he suddenly looked around again, “Earth!?” He suddenly cried out as he stood up, looking around before going to the window and peaking out of the blinds, “Earth…” He suddenly spoke in his native tongue once more as he ran a hand through his hair before turning to face you, “....Human…?” He had said something else you couldn’t understand besides the singular word.

“Yes…?” You nodded making him almost whine as he grabbed his head, as if in disappointment, you offered a weak smile. You supposed if you were an alien that had seen galaxies beyond imagination you’d be pretty disappointed at seeing Earth too.

He sighed as he frowned, looking around the apartment before straightening back up as he looked at you, pointing to himself as he spoke, “JK.”

You blinked a few times, unresponsive as you frowned, “What…?” Your face scrunched as he bounced a little, repeating the two letters once more as he pointed to himself somewhat harsher, your brows raising before your lips parted, “Oh…! You’re JK! That’s your name?” You gave a smile as you nodded.

His smile was like a child as his fists curled up as he nodded rapidly, not understanding a word you said but it looked as if you understood, “Y/n.” You slowly prounicated your name as you pointed at yourself.

JK had attempted to say your name, multiple times actually, but his brows pinched in frustration, having a hard time with it, but oddly enough it was quite endearing to watch him repeatedly try and say your name, even after you have found yourself on your phone, typing in the nearest place to eat while trying to figure out how to break it to Seokjin that an alien would be boarding with you guys for awhile.

What else were you supposed to do…? Call the police? You looked at JK with a frown, he seemed oddly innocent and you’d feel guilty doing that to him, his brows pinched as he fumbled over your name once again as he puffed a breath in frustration, the marks on his arms glowing a deep hue of light orange.

“JK.” His gaze snapped to yours as he tilted his head, you offered a dull smile as you spoke carefully, “Eat?” You pointed to your mouth before stomach, JK rubbed his head briefly mirroring you as he rubbed his stomach a little confused. You hummed as you searched around before finding a leftover candybar on the coffee table, “Eat.” You pointed at it before taking a bite.

“Eat.” JK had an easy time saying that word with a nod before he suddenly seemed excited, bouncing his spot as he nodded wildly, “Eat! Y/n…!” His nose suddenly scrunched at messing up your name again.

His attention was brought back to you at the sound of you giggling at how cute he really was for someone that nearly killed you twice within the last hour, “Yeah, it’s almost dinner time, we should get something to eat, I’m starved and Seokjin banned me from the kitchen.” You gestured to him to follow you as he cocked his head, not understanding a word you were saying.

You pulled one of Seokjin’s hoodies from his laundry basket as he handed it to JK who frowned, looking at his own clothes before back at you, as if silently asking why he needed to change. No nevermind the fact he glowed like a fucking lava lamp, “Hide.” You pointed at his arms as he frowned, looking down at them.

“Hide!” You emphasized as you pointed towards your own arm then to his before it suddenly clicked as he nodded, sighing as he spoke in his own tongue the throat sound of something like mild disappointment and you could understand, but it was necessary.

JK all of a sudden pulled the shirt over his head nearly making you scream, the sight of compact muscles and tan skin that almost had an iridescent sheen glowed, your body suddenly feeling extremely warm as JK fumbled a little confused.

He frowned as he tilted his head, why were you covering your eyes? He looked down at himself before back at you, was....was he not supposed to change right here? He pulled the sweatshirt over his head, saying something that made you pick up in relief to see he was changed.

You grabbed your chest as you groaned, “Don’t do that again.” You were in too much a dry patch and desperation to be alone with an alien that had tentacles and a face like that.

Now with his marks being covered you just needed something for his hands...You frowned a little before something occurred to you, going over to Jimin’s gym bag you grabbed the finger clothes he always used to lift barbells with.

His fault he was a pussy that didn’t want to get callouses.

You handed them to Jk as he tilted his head, first examining the fabric before he slipped them on, looking at them as he snorted as if amused before saying something that sounded an awful lot like he enjoyed wearing these.

“Eat, now.” He perked up at your words as you nodded and he excitedly followed you as you grabbed your bag and phone before exiting the apartment building. JK was beyond fascination, looking around as if he had never seen anything like this place, even going so far as to wonder off a few times, immediately making you hold his hand once more to keep him next to you.

Other people also stared at him, but mainly because he was acting weird, you shoved him a little and he seemed to understand to stop.

But he still took a few peaks before his feet halted, making you nearly yanked back as he stopped, his lips parted and his eyes were all big and doe like in awe as he stared out over the sunset, speaking once more and you frowned. You wished you could at least pick up a few words of his own language, JK was honestly impressive in picking up so much in so little time.

You smiled a little at how fond he appeared to be looking out over the sunset before you tugged his hand which was still in yours, he looked down at you before pointing towards the sun as you nodded, “Yeah it’s pretty, but let’s go eat, I’m starving.”

“Pretty.” He repeated before looking back out over the sun as he repeated the word again as you tugged him along. Entering the Panda Express it was nearly empty given it was six o’clock already and the dinner rush had left but that was good, you weren’t sure you could control JK in this type of environment.

JK only observed you as you ordered for the both of you, watch the mouth watering food slide down the servers before you paid for your meal, leading you both to sit the back of the store where glass paneling was up for JK to keep looking at the sunset as you set his box in front of him.

Fried rice and orange chicken was never a bad combo for the first time eater. JK observed you as you held up your fork, plowing into your food as you sighed in contentment before a noise of amusement escaped you at the sight of JK pinching his brows as he struggled with holding his fork.

His eyes darting to you as his lips parted a whine escaping him as he messed up your name again making you laugh even harder, you waved a hand before you set down your fork, leaning over the table as you spoke, “Okay fine, fine, no need to get so pouty. Here, you just...place them like this.” You fixed his long thick fingers that fumbled a little before they properly gripped the fork.

“Okay? Like this.” You held up your own before scooping up a pile of rice with it, Jk mirrored you, puffing a breath in slight frustration at the sight of the rice falling from his fork a little, “If you’re mad about this I guess it’s a good thing i didn’t get us chopsticks.” You snorted as JK focused on his food.

You watched in curiosity as he took his first bite, his brows furrowing for a moment and his held tilting as if he was heavily focused on how it felt in his mouth before his brows shot up and almost immediately began scooping more food into his mouth like he was a fucking starved man held captive. You were surprised at how fast he was devouring his food but you only smiled softly as you began eating as well, enjoying the rest of your meal in silence.

JK had even ate the rest of your food once you were finished, you just sat there in your seat, your knee hiked up towards your chest while you ran a hand through your hair absentmindedly while watching him devour the rest of the food.

“Good?” You called out, JK’s eyes finally leaving your box of food, rice sticking to his upper lip making you smile a little as he rapidly nodded, looking like he was drunk off fried rice and orange chicken, probably not even paying attention to what you said.

By the time JK was finished he slumped in his seat, stretching out as a yawn escaped his lips, his eyes closing briefly before he sighed, looking out over the glass paneling as if something troubled him before his eyes darted back to your figure and back to the window.

You wished you could speak fluently in whatever language he spoke so you could ask what he was thinking about, once all of the innocence had melted off his expression in those child-like moments of glee, he was left like this, as if he was tired and maybe even lonely.

How did he even get here? And did he need to get back? To where he was originally going? You thought back to his disappointment when he realized he was on Earth, and if you could stretch for a reach, you’d say he obviously had another location in mind before...whatever happened.

“Hey,” you called out, drawing his attention as he raised his brows, “Home.”

He tilted his head as he echoed the word, “Home?” You stood up as you nodded with a small smile, knowing damn well you wouldn’t be able to avoid Seokjin forever.

JK stood up mirroring you before you guided him to where you threw your boxes away and he had even helped clean up the table before you both exited the shop, it was now dark out and the walk home was quiet as ever. But you enjoyed it, his company at least, you didn’t really have a lot of friends outside Jimin and Seokjin, who were your best friends since middle school and you all now split rent on an apartment close to campus.

You opened the door, peeping in as JK stood there mildly confused, Jimin and Seokjin sat on the couch watching a movie much to your disappointment, opening the door fully you pressed a finger to your lips at JK as he tilted his head before you quietly shut the door. Grabbing his hand as you gently tugged it along.

“Where in the absolute fuck do you think you’re taking him you horny fool?”

God dammit.

You grabbed your head with a groan as JK frowned, almost immediately concerned as he looked around, Seokjin stood up with his arms crossed, “He told me all about the goo monster here.”

“He’s not a monster!” You screeched making Seokjin snort as he raised a brow, “...He’s an alien.”

“Wearing MY sweatshirt!? That’s balenciaga!” Seokjin cried out, pointing an accusing finger at JK who looked a little concerned, looking at Seokjin then at you who he shuffled a little behind like a puppy with a tail between his legs.

You felt an immediate wave of protection come over you at the sight of the action as you stood in front of him, despite him towering over you, “Would you stop! I’ll get him clothes tomorrow! Just leave him alone, okay, he’s hurt, he doesn't know anything about Earth and he just…!”

“He’s not a dog Y/n!” You pressed your lips together as you looked away from Seokjin who glared at you pointedly, “We don’t know what this thing is or his intentions.”

It was difficult to imagine JK’s intentions being anything but good when he was delighted at finding out your bed was bouncy, or the take of friend rice and orange chicken, or his excitement at the sunset, “He isn’t here to kill us! I can promise you that...just!” You squeezed your fists as you sighed, “Just trust me, okay? He’ll stay in my room and i’ll get everything he needs.”

“Until what!?” Seokjin shouted at the lunacy of your words and you understood, it wasn’t everyday someone stumbled across an unconscious alien in a ditch, “Until what Y/n!?”

“Until he’s able to speak enough English for us to know what the fuck he’s doing here, hell if I know Seok!?” You raised your arms, you...you hadn’t thought about his words yet, admittedly, “He just needs somewhere to stay until he understands more about Earth and how it works here okay? Listen…” You shuffled in your spot as you sighed, “The moment he poses a threat….i’ll deal with it okay? We can call the police or whatever and report it, but he’s been docile the whole time…” Okay that was a stretched truth but what they didn’t know wouldn’t kill them.

“Jesus christ,” Seokjin groaned as he collapsed back on the couch as he sighed, “...Fine, just make him use Jimin’s sweatpants.”

“Hey! I didn’t consent to this!” Jimin whined who had been admittedly just sitting back and enjoying the fight between you both as he almost always did, serves the hoe right.

You said no more not wanting to push things further as you grabbed JK’s hand once more guiding him down the hallway as you pushed the door to your room open, his eyes lit up a little at the familiar sight, hurriedly he went to the bed as he bounced on his as he laid down, burying into your blankets and pillows with a content sigh as if he had been aching to lay down all day.

You felt a little bad at the sight knowing you should’ve probably let him rest sooner, choosing to sit down on the floor you opened up your laptop before you began working on the paper that was due by tomorrow afternoon that you had chosen to ignore since you had came across JK this morning.

By the time it was late night JK had been in a deep sleep, obviously deducing that humans weren’t that dangerous of a species to keep himself awake over. You yawned yourself as you shut your laptop, rubbing your eyes before you looked at your bed, frowning as you sighed. Grabbing the pillow that had fallen off the side of the bed as you laid on the ground. You had slept in worst places before.

You sighed in contentment as you rolled over on the nice soft surface, warmth filling you and sleep had been particularly forgiving to you last night. Man what had been so forgiving today to let you sleep this good?

The memories of yesterday had filtered to your mind too quickly making your eyes snap open, you had fell asleep on the floor how did you get in bed!? You searched frantically for the puppy like alien who was absent from where he had been collapsed here last night.

Fuck this better have not been that bad LSD trip! It would have you fucked for months that Jimin would really let you believe there was a hot alien guy you made up in your head. You quickly padded down the hallway almost frantically before your eyes were met with three heads of hair on the couch.

“Die! Die!” Your mouth moved multiple times but you couldn’t form a single coherent sentence at the sound of JK’s nose wrinkling and buttons being mashed as the three boys were sitting with controllers in hand.

“Which one of you fuckheads taught him that word!?” You growled finally, knowing JK was your age and probably even hundreds of years old depending on how his species aged and he understood the concept of killing but shit! You didn’t like hearing him say it like that when he seemed so naive and innocent about everything else on Earth.

Seokjin and Jimin both whipped around sheepishly at the same time before they started immediately blaming one another as you gritted your teeth. You would’ve continued to glare at them both if it not been for JK’s cheeriful voice, he had immediately perked at the sound of before hurrying over, “Y/n!” His pronunciation had gotten better and it was difficult to not smile at the triumph in his voice as if knowing he had improved before stating your name again, “Game…!” He pointed at the TV before his controller.

You nodded, “I can see that…so I guess he’s suddenly not a threat anymore?” You sneered at both of your bestfriends, JK frowned a little as he looked between you three, obviously confused as to what was going on.

Seokjin looked mild, pretending as if he hadn’t heard what you said, prideful bitch, “He’s okay. Better at Jimin in Overwatch if you can believe it, maybe I’ll just let him be my duo instead.”

“Hey fuck off!” Jimin glared at him, brushing his shoulder in somewhat offense before he spoke, “He is good though, wouldn’t stop saying your name this morning though.”

“He couldn’t say it yesterday,” You explained before turning to JK again, offering him a weak smile, “Play.” You pointed at the TV in encouragement, who were you to tell the man what to do? You just rolled out of bed and needed something to eat before you interacted anymore with those two idiots.

JK looked excited as he ran back over to the couch before he spoke, “Play! Y/n play!” Your lips parted at the way he strung the two words together so easily, he was catching onto the language...fast...like extremely fast. His species was obviously intellect enough that this was a skill of theirs, or so you assumed for him at least.

“No play. Eat.” You pointed at yourself before the tiny kitchen as you walked away hearing a noise that sounded like a whine from him.

“Hey you're making breakfast for all of us right?” Jimin called out, making you glare him down and if lazerbeams could shoot from your eyes he’d be a pile of ash, he held out his arms as he spoke, “Damn fine, so much for sharing is caring in this household huh.”

You rubbed your eyes ignoring him as you yawned, immediately making a cup of coffee before turning to the fridge only to jump at the tall boy standing in front of you peering down wide eyed and curious, “Eat.” He said singularly before he offered the world's cutest smile that you couldn’t begrudge as easily as you could Jimin.

Fuck! He was asking you to cook for him and he had a cute almost bunny-like smile and he looked so endured and hoping you would make him something as good as Panda Express, which there was no way you could but jesus you were willing to try.

“Breakfast,” You pronounced slowly, knowing this was a bit of a harder word for him as he tilted his head and repeated ‘Eat’ once more before you shook your head, “Eat, breakfast.” You tapped the clock on the stove that ticked away, showing it was ten in the morning.

JK only rubbed his head in confusion before shrugging, he sat patiently in the stool at the counter as he happily watched you cook away. You didn’t make anything too fancy, just breakfast sandwiches for you both before you set his plate down in front of him, a happy smile on his face as his nose crinkled.

Not even hesitating before he dug into the meal which you had purposely made him two given how big of an appetite the man had, something akin to pride swelled in your chest though at the sight of JK nearly devouring the sandwiches happily, Jimin stepped into the kitchen looking offended as he sputtered, “Oh so you’ll make breakfast for the hoe that can hardly speak but you won’t for your best friend, I see how it is. Is it because you know I won’t fuck you and he probably will?”

“Shut up!” You hissed immediately, unable to even enjoy your own food because of your head ass best friend who only smiled viciously at how flustered you were. JK was naively munching on his food not understanding a single word either of you were saying and not caring either when his face was stuffed with food.

Seokjin entered the kitchen making himself something to eat as well, “Hey, are you guys going to that party tonight at Beta Tau?” He tilted his head as your nose immediately wrinkled, you used to do frat parties back when you were a freshman but since then you just couldn’t keep the high pace anymore or the sleazy guys.

“I’m going!” Jimin called out, before tapping his chin as he looked towards JK before you, “Hey, we should bring JK along, give him some good socialization!”

“Uh no, that’s a horrible idea,” You shook your head immediately, “And I never said I was going either, and if I don’t go he’s definitely not going.” JK tilted his head in curiosity, knowing his name had been brought up before he between you both.

“Boo you whore,” Jimin tossed a piece of bagel at you as you dodged it, his nose wrinkling as he pointed his butterknife at you, “You’ve just been nursing your wounds ever since Mark dumped you. You know it’ll be good for you and him.”

“I am not nursing wounds!” You hissed out, feeling like a black rain cloud was piling over your head as you crossed your arms, “And it is a bad idea, JK hardly knows anything about Earth, taking him to a frat party is like tossing a baby into the ocean.”

“Umm all I hear is bullshit babe,” Jimin scoffed as he rolled his eyes, “Besides, a little party never hurt anyone, it’s our job to show off what Humans are capable of after all.”

“At a frat party…?” You frowned as you sighed.

“He’s not a baby Y/n,” Seokjin frowned as he looked between you both, “Just because he can’t speak english and he’s unfamiliar with how we live doesn’t mean he isn’t intelligent, i’m sure they have parties where he’s from. If this is about Mark that’s kinda selfish to hold him back.”

You weren’t…! You weren’t babying him! And this wasn’t about Mark! You just…! You weren’t in the mood to see him, especially attached to Lisa, who you had already thought was hot as it was but instead of going for you she went for your boyfriend and now they were together,

It had been a pretty big blow to your ego.

“Fuck fine! We can go what the fuck ever. I have to go get him clothes today though if you don’t want him bumming off you guys though.” Jungkook was still wearing his clothes from yesterday and he didn’t look the least bit concerned though he watched you guys curiously.

Jimin pumps his fists in victory as he shoved the bagel in his mouth, “You guys do that then, it’ll be a good bonding session, anyways I have a lecture I’m already late for peace.” He threw up a peace sign before quickly exiting as you huffed, you thought it was weird he was here at 10am on a friday morning.

“Bond?” JK perked up looking at you in excitement as your brows furrowed a little, how could he pick up random words so fast? Jesus, he’d be enrolling in college just to see what it was about within the weeks if he didn’t chill out.

“Something like that,” You muttered, “Finish your food though,” You gestured to his sandwich before you picked up your own taking a bite, “I need a shower first but afterwards we can go out and get you some new clothes.”

JK frowned as he looked down at his clothes once more, obviously slowly beginning to understand you more and more as his lips jutted a little, clearly he liked his clothing he was wearing.

Maybe they just didn’t change clothes where he was from? It was difficult to say, regardless you shook your head finishing up before you went to your room. JK followed you around like a lost puppy as he had finished eating before you.

You had paused at the door to the bathroom as you frowned, JK looking as if he’d totally come in if you’d let him, “Go play.” You pointed towards the living room where Seokjin had resumed Overwatch.

JK frowned as he looked between the living room and you, “Bond.” He pointed at you making your pupils widen a little, what was that supposed to mean? He shuffled a little more, nearly chest to chest with you as you craned your head to look at him, jesus he had to be 6’3 in the average pool of 5’9 men, “Bond.” He said more firmly.

“No.” You shook your head, your smile became awkward and your body movement became flustered, what was he talking about, “You are gonna go play with Seokjin.” You pressed a hand on his chest, pushing him back a little, his lips quivering a little and hurt in his eyes as he looked down at your face as if in search, “And I’m gonna go shower.”

You couldn’t stand to look at it any longer before you quickly shut the door, locking it as you groaned, pressing your back against the door. Why did he have to look at you like that…?

“JK! Stop wandering off,” You lowered your voice a little as you tugged him along, your hand in his again as he had been exploring the store, “We’re here for clothes,” You held up the hanger you had in your hands as he frowned. He had been moping ever since you wouldn’t let him shower with you this morning.

Or whatever his intention was. Regardless it didn’t change the fact that he needed clothes and despite being poor you were willing to throw out some money for him, but only because he was so cute.

“Come on, let’s go to the dressing rooms, my arms are getting tired.” You tugged JK along who only pouted, obviously wanting to explore more than get things, but this was kind of a necessity. You gently pushed him into the dressing room, handing him the clothes as he frowned, his eyes looking down at the clothes then at you.

Sighing you groaned, stepping into the small room with him before shutting the door, it wasn’t too cramped but you were uncomfortably close with him, “Okay….umm you obviously don’t understand the concept of trying on clothes so…” You flailed a little before tugging on his sweatshirt, he frowned before his eyes brightened a little.

Understanding the message he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, your face immediately heating as you tried to not ogle his sculpted body which was muscular but slim, his shoulders broad but it suited his delicate small waist.

You now had a good view of the marks that ran up his arms, they curved into a crescent at his hands and ran all the way along his arms, up his shoulders before curving to his back. You had changed his bandages this morning after you got out of the shower and admittedly they had healed a lot faster then you had assumed they would.

Whatever thoughts about his wounds however left your head as you nearly squeaked at the sight of tentacles immediately protruding from his back. Four to be exact, they were of a clear substance for the most part until your eyes followed further to their base where you noticed it matched the glow of his marks.

A subtle pink and JK’s eyes a little bashful as he mumbled, “Bond…” His tentacles stretched forward a little as if in search for you before you squirmed towards the wall, trying your best to not let your horniness get the best of you in this situation.

“U-ummm if you’re asking me to marry you the answer is gonna be no.” You held out the shirt in front of you to act as a semi shield to his advancement. Despite the language and cultural barrier JK seemed to understand your rejection as his lips quivered, his eyes dimming as he lowered them in acceptance.

The tentacles immediately retracting back into his back as delicately took the hanger from you, fumbling to get it off and wow, way to make you feel like a dick. He wouldn’t even look at you as you sighed, relaxing a little as you grabbed the hanger pulling it off for him, “I’m gonna just let you do your business in here if you understand.”

You exited as you grabbed your face, why did you feel so bad for rejecting him? You groaned as you leaned against the wall opposite of his room. Probably because you didn’t fully understand what he was trying to do if you could just speak the same language, and understand why he was here, maybe you wouldn’t have felt so bad.

Seokjin kept saying he wasn’t a baby but...he was just so clueless as to how Earth worked, you couldn’t help it....You sighed as you rubbed your face, you just wished things could be easier. You had an afternoon lecture you needed to go to and you weren’t sure how JK would fair on his own and it admittedly gave you anxiety just thinking about it.

He was curious by nature and you wouldn’t have a doubt he’d get bored easily just stuffed in your little apartment. JK opened the door to the dressing room, his gaze still cast on the ground as he handed the stuff back to you and you could only assume they all fit. You made sure they did because they were all at least two sizes too big for him but hey, they had to be comfy at least.

Neither of you spoke as you paid for his things, holding the bags as you began walking back home, you didn’t like how quiet it was between you both and JK didn’t wander off not once as he let out what sounded like a sad sigh, his eyes looking up towards the sky as he mumbled something in his own language before back towards the ground.

You felt like you kicked a puppy.

You set his things down on the table as you looked towards the clock, you needed to get ready for class and honestly, you were gonna treat yourself to some starbucks after all this crap, “JK,” He peered up at you a little before his gaze became downcast, not looking at you but you knew he was listening, “I have to go to class…” You pointed to yourself, “You...need to stay...home.” You worded it carefully, his lips trembling now and you weren’t sure if he was going to cry or not, “I’ll be back!” You rushed, hurrying to the couch where he sat as you grabbed a remote.

Pulling up Netflix as you shuffled around, deciding to put on a documentary for him on the ocean to keep him busy, maybe his language would improve meanwhile or...or he’d learn something, hell if you knew.

JK frowned, sighing as he lowered his gaze in acceptance, reaching out you sighed, grabbing his face to make him look at you, “I’ll be back.” You spoke, your thumbs tethering over his skin which felt so soft and subtle, almost even more soft than any other person you had ever met, the glow of the TV made that iridescent tone reflect just a little.

He really was the prettiest thing you had ever set your eyes on.

He said nothing before you gave his face a little squeeze before letting him go, pressing play on the TV as he turned to watch, his expression slowly melted from sadness to that curious expression as he tilted his head, a purple glow from the crescents on his hands as he watched in fascination.

You smiled a little before you grabbed your bags and slowly closed the door. You’d just hope he could figure out how to use the remote if he wanted to watch something else.

Class was slow and you couldn’t help but wonder what JK was doing the whole time much to your frustration, you needed to focus on taking notes as midterms were coming up and you would absolutely fail if you didn’t pay attention.

The whole class dragged on for two hours and in order to try and do damage control for your lack of attention you ended up going to the library to study more and make flashcards as you had originally planned before your life fell apart due to an alien binging on netflix back at home.

You eventually got a peace of mind when you pushed your earbuds in and put on music to help you focus. Proud of your work you leaned back in your chair as you sighed in contentment before your eyes finally landed on your phone, not thinking much before your eyes nearly popped out of your head. It was almost seven in the afternoon! Fuck! You’d be leaving within the hour to get to the frat.

Shoving all of your shit back into your bag you hurriedly zipped up before running out of the library, fumbling the whole way home before you entered the house in a rush. Much to your surprise though Seokjin and Jimin were already ready and JK looked happy to be around them both.

What you didn’t expect for what you had bought him to look so good, he was wearing a fitted shirt and jeans, Jimin must’ve let him borrow his leather jacket and those fingerless clothes adorned his hands, “Hey hold still!” Seokjin spoke as he kept combing his hair, obviously styling it up, “I should’ve gone into cosmetology for being this good at turning trash to gold.”

“Not everyone wants to look like Tinky Winky on steroids Seok.” You called out as you plopped your bag down in the ‘study corner’ which you and Jimin invented as a way to justify your laziness and Seokjin had said you both were on thin ice but he’d allow it because he also was lazy.

Seokjin whipped around, those bratz lips of his parting in offense as you shrugged, holding up your hands, not about to apologize for the healthy dose of truth he needed at least once a day.

“Y/n!” JK cried out, immediately running over to you making Seokjin groan as he grabbed your shoulders, frantically checking over you as if making sure you weren’t hurt. You frowned as you looked down at yourself.

“I think he was worried about you.” Jimin was licking a drumstick at the moment while sitting on the handle of the couch, “He wouldn’t stop saying your name when I first got in and he looked like a scared puppy. Had to convince him that it was not a good idea to go look for you like he first suggested.”

“Suggested?” You frowned as you looked back up at the tall boy who immediately cupped your face making you squirm a little, perhaps startled and a little touch starved, “Umm I told you I’d be back…” Not surprised he didn’t understand you but still.

You gently grabbed his wrists, tugging them away from your face as you smiled awkwardly, trying to not think about the fact that this man looked even hotter then before, if that was even possible, “I need to go get dressed.”

“Nope, nu uh, I’m not finished with you.” JK was yanked back with a whine as Seokjin grabbed him by the collar as he had attempted to follow you, much to your relief because you didn’t need another episode of earlier today.

You didn’t take too long to get dressed, choosing to stay casual as you typically would given you didn’t plan of staying long and hey, if all hell broke lose maybe you’d get yourself and JK mcdonalds on the way back.

Pulling the flannel over your shoulders you stepped out of your room, Jimin incessantly jingling his keys as he spoke, “You took too long, we’re gonna be late!”

“You’re late everywhere we go you whore.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing JK’s hand as you all left the apartment, he still seemed a bit confused as to where you all were going but had no complaints as you both sat together in the back of the car which he inspected.

Pressing the button on top of the ceiling only to immediately squint with a whine at the light, you pressed it again turning it off as you looked at him, “Stop touching things.” He pouted a little, choosing to grab your hand as he mumbled something in his own language.

The ride was short and you couldn’t stop dreading what might possibly happen at the party, one scared with JK and it was over, the police would get involved and they would take him off to some lab where he could get tested and poked and prodded and the idea was upsetting to think about. JK hadn’t been here for more then a day and somehow you decided taking him to a party was a good idea?

You crumpled in your seat, looking outside the window as you watched the party rage on in the house. Of course you wanted to avoid your ex but that wasn’t your main worry for the night. Opening the door you stepped out, JK quickly following after you as you called out, “JK...stay with me okay?”

He nodded though you weren’t quite sure if he understood, regardless he seemed happy enough to hold your hand as the three of you entered, the music was blaring and the crowd was big tonight given it was a friday and everyone could cut loose. Not the wildest you had seen but certainly not the smallest. You looked at JK in concern but much to your surprise he only looked around in curiosity as he nodded, “Party?” He asked as he raised his brows.

You nodded, “Yeah, it’s a party.” You called back over the music, looking around for somewhere a little more quiet but Jimin cut in, grabbing JK’s arm, “Hey, we’re playing beerpong and I need to know if he has good aim.”

JK was immediately tugged from you as you glared at Jimin his smile cheeky, “Chill, he’ll be fine, looks like he’s used to this kind of scene. Maybe he’s a space fuckboy. We’ll watch him go relax.” JK looked back at you mildly concerned but you gave him a reassuring smile as you nodded, despite not fully agreeing with it.

Could JK even drink? You felt stressed but then again you did pour rubbing alcohol all over a wound that could have reacted like acid to him, you supposed if he knew something was dangerous he would avoid it, or so you could only hope.

“Bitch! Why haven’t you been answering my messages!?” You jumped at the sight of the blond looking ready to mow you over, Solar’s heels clicked against the ground as she nearly ran for blood at the sight of you.

Cowering a little your lips twisted into a sheepish smile, your best friend glaring down at you and a pout adorning her lips, you hadn’t meant to ignore her texts the whole day but other things had obviously taken precedent. Should you tell her?

“It better be for a good reason.” She pointed at you accusingly before you made your way to the buildable table set out with drinks on it, purposely avoiding the jungle juice you knew for a fact probably had that shitty bang energy in as you grabbed a bottle of benchmark, sure it was cheap and tasted like shit but didn’t that sum up your whole personality?

“Well…” You took a breath, your expression contorting a little as you looked up at Solar who waiting expectantly, why the fuck not? If anyone could keep a secret it was her- hence her promise to Kim Jenny in 5th grade that she wouldn’t tell you that she liked the same boy and ended up helping her ask him out.

Which you only found out about last year in a drunk truth or dare session and you marked your own words that the next time you saw Jenny you'd slap her across the face. Which you ended up not, instead you were still drunk and ended up crying with her because her dog had died earlier that day.

Still, the principle remained, Solar would keep it a secret. Taking a long chug of the mixed drink a warm burn settled in your throat, “I discovered an alien and- he has tentacles that literally fucking explode from his back.”

Solar nearly snorted out her drink as she began laughing, “Girl you watch too much hentai. Seriously, what’s up?” Her laughing died down before an uncomfortable silence sat between you both, your lips quivered only a little as you looked up at her, her expression immediately dropping, “You’re joking…”

“I wish I was Sol…” You took another long drink.

“You’re joking!” She shouted, her lips dropping, “Okay no, tell me everything! Where is it? What does it look like? You better not be pranking me right now…!”

You waved a hand, walking as she quickly followed as you recalled the events of how you found JK and what had ensued in the last 24 hours before you paused at the beerpong table, pointing at JK. Your face warm at the sight of a cocky smirk on his face, obviously his team winning as he landed yet another shot assuming by the sound of the other teams groan.

“That...Y/n…” She turned to you deflating a little at the sight of him, obviously hoping for something a little more...alien like, “You’re such an ass!”

“He is! You just can’t see the shitty avatar cosplay beneath all the clothes! He does have tentacles again, by the way...I am not crazy!” You grabbed your chest in offense, “You wanna know what I’ve been doing the last 24 hours, there it is! Trying to figure out what to do with an alien that keeps trying to bone me.”

“Bone you?” Solar raised her brows before she scoffed a little, her brows raised as she took a sip from her cup, “Thought being a monster fucker was always your thing?” You shoved her a little, making her snort in amusement, again, if you could just figure out what his motive was and...maybe have a decent conversation, “Let's say he is an alien...not that I believe you but let's say he is...what are you gonna do about it? I mean really….?”

You rubbed your head as you frowned, “Well...I don’t know.” you confessed with an awkward expression as she sighed, “I just…! I’m assuming he probably has his own plan…! But generally I’m hoping as he learned english- which is extremely fast by the way- that he’ll eventually tell us what happened and where to go from here I mean…”

You frowned a little, something sad stirring inside you, there was nothing holding JK back from just leaving you all one night when he’s found what he needs, or figures out where to go or...whatever it is he’s doing here, “If he even stays here long enough…”

Solar hummed before tapping her cheek, “That’s it, I’m playing against him, he hasn’t missed a single shot.” You tried to call out to her but it was useless, when Solar was determined, nothing would stop her.

You sighed as you turned away, feeling too much anxiety from watching JK to try and come in further especially if he caught sight of you. JK surprisingly enough seemed as though he had fun a lot of the night, you had stayed curled up in a corner on your phone most of the time brooding while nursing your drink which had admittedly helped you relax a little.

Eventually though, good times always come to an end, this being no exception, “Hey babe, long time no see?” You stared down at your phone, scrolling through instagram as you ignored the sound of Mark’s voice, “Awwh c’mon, don’t ignore me.”

You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes before you put away your phone, looking up at him as you raised a brow trying to ignore your heart racing just a hair, “Can I help you?” You asked, trying to act as if this totally wasn’t freaking you the fuck out.

“You sure can,” Mark flirted, sending you that wink that was the very reason you had spun out in the first place with this guy and god you couldn’t deny his flirty nature always got the best of you, “Me and Lisa were hoping for a third in bed tonight and I thought, what girl would be better than my main girl.”

He smiled, delicately holding your chin with a proud look and for a half a second you had forgotten how much of a bitch he was, that was until your mind lingered on the word ‘main girl’ to which your lips curled slowly, “...Main girl?” You scoffed immediately slapping his hand away as you shouted, “Main girl!? Since when was I the main girl!?” You watched Mark groan as you shook your head, “Uh no! You came up to me! You don’t get to act like this and you were the one that left me in the first place, why don’t you go back to your main girl!”

“God you’re so over emotional-” You didn’t even let the little gaslighting fuck finish before you splashed him with your drink, a scoff escaping him as he raised his brows, “Are you fucking serious Y/n?”

“Yeah, fuck you.” You shoved him before walking out of the kitchen, what a piece of shit! How dare he act all put out when he was the one that approached you, in a total douchebag way at that! You weren’t sure where everybody had went and at this point it was almost ten o’clock and you didn’t care! You just wanted to take a warm shower and go to bed!

You stepped down the stairs of the frat house and into the cool night as as you heaved a breath, scoffing as you rolled your eyes, this was exactly why you hated going to frat parties at Beta Tau now because you almost always ended up in an argument with Mark.

Stupid little fuck. You muttered it to yourself as you wrapped the flannel around you, your eyes warily finding that of a drunk elderly man who definitely appeared in his forties, alone and his eyes immediately finding your lone figure.

You kept your eyes on your phone as you slowly approached in hopes of walking past him, you hated parties, you hated going out at night, you hated the fact that you let yourself get so heated in the moment, “Well aren’t you just looking pretty tonight sweetheart.” You sighed in exasperation at the sound of his voice calling out to you.

“Thanks.” You offered dryly, not even attempting to smile because you knew it would just sound like that much more of an invitation to him and yet, even your singular dry word was enough of a green light to him.

A hand suddenly wrapped around your upperarm yanking you over as you squeaked out, “How about I take you back to my place? Show you a good time yeah?” He reeked of beer and your nose wrinkled as your expression twisted and your hands trembled.

“Sir- I..I really need to get home…” You mumbled, not wanting to provoke him but your fear was getting the better of you by the second as you tried to keep yourself from panicking. You’ve never gone out tonight and you should’ve stood your ground regardless of who went were.

His hands squeezed on your arms eliciting a noise of pain from you and you couldn’t even look at the guy as he growled, “Or I could go home with you sweetheart, or better yet. Why don’t we go over here…! Ow you bitch!” You had smashed his foot with your own but it wasn’t enough for him to let go of you.

Instead his grip only got tighter making you cry out in pain as your eyes stung with tears, wishing he could just let you go...Within seconds though the man was nearly ripped away from you and a larger figure had wedged between you both, “Leave.” It was a one word command that was clear and demanding from JK, you couldn’t see his face and you weren’t sure you wanted too.

JK was shoved back from the guy and taking this as an offense, you nearly jumped back at the sight of tentacles bursting from his back, your eyes bulging at the sight, not a single rip in his clothes as if they were transparent yet a lightening of bright fiery ran streaked through him. Your lips nearly dropped though because they obviously weren’t too transparent as JK used them to slam the guy into a wall with enough force to drive him unconscious.

“JK! Hey! Woah holy shit!” You grabbed your head, JK whipped around, anger still evident on his face but his concern had taken over as he called out your name, what he hadn’t expected as for you to drag him into the alleyway.

Tentacles still gracefully flowing behind him as if they were underwater, your eyes darting everywhere and anywhere for anyone to have possibly seen and yet…! “Don’t you ever do that again!” You hissed, grabbing your head in stress, if anyone saw that…! Anyone it was over! “Someone could’ve see you!”

JK might not have fully understood what you said, but he could understand a few words here and there and your tone of voice, his expression darkening and his lips twitching in anger and disagreement, “Hurt!” He growled back pointing at you.

“I don’t care if I got hurt!” You cried out, running your hands through your hair, anxiety shot through your veins, “You can’t do that!” You pointed at his tentacles, “You aren't human! Humans can’t do that!”

“Hurt!” He growled even louder, now grabbing your forearms in demand, firm enough that you couldn’t pull away but gentle enough that it didn’t hurt, “Y/n hurt!” He emphasized as best he could, his nose wrinkling in frustration as he spoke, “Protect!” It was spoken a little word but you understood overall what he meant.

“Yes you can protect me that’s fine! But you have to act human!” You pointed at yourself, shaking his arm away before forcefully rolling up his sleeve, the marks which were burning red, “Human!” You snapped as you pointed at your own bare arm compared to his, “Not human!” You pointed to JK’s, “You can’t be that careless!”

You were just lucky that the guy was drunk and hopefully wouldn’t remember any of this, JK’s lips twitched as if he still didn’t agree with you, snapping something back in his own tongue as he roughly shoved his sleeve back down before he went on what sounded like a long rant, the tentacles retracting into his back once more as he threw his arms up and you stepped back a little.

You had never heard him so...vocal...or angry before...Which you had brought on yourself, you understood he thought it was the right thing to do and it would’ve been fine had he not decided to get his four other tendons involved. You above anything else, didn’t want JK to be taken from you. JK kept going though in his tongue, directly all of his- what sounded like unpleasant words at you as you crossed your arms, looking at the ground with gritted teeth and ignoring the way your eyes were attempting to blur in tears.

Even if you couldn’t understand him you were positive you didn’t like or agree with whatever he was saying. You fixed your flannel that had been ruffled from the man as you sniffled harshly, trying to ignore the wet warm tears that began trickling down your face. JK had paused from his rant before frowning, watching the liquid trickling down your face as you closed your eyes.

Puffing a breath he sighed, figuring it wasn’t any use in trying to talk to you anyways, Orion tongue was beyond ancient to human civilization which is why he hadn’t bothered trying to say any sort of phrases in his own language.

JK couldn’t stand seeing you like this, from what he observed on- if he assumed he was correct- the TV, humans often depicted this as sadness. Unable to stand this gesture JK did what he had watched, wrapping his arms around you in a form of human affection as he set his chin on top of your head, wetness staining his shirt and he held a silent victorious moment at your reciprocation to his affection. Trying to bond with you had been such a pain in the ass with the language barrier and you almost always looked uncomfortable any time he tried to initiate a bonding session.

True the locations might have been inappropriate but he was excited, he wanted to find a mate and soon, after all that was part of the original plan, even if it wasn’t supposed to be on earth. You had mumbled something he couldn’t quite figure out until you had mentioned the word Home, as in the place you slept. JK nodded, assuming that was where you had intended on going in the first place.

He had caught sight of you leaving the house extremely upset and he wanted to tag along in hope that maybe with some alone time at the house, you’d both finally be able to properly bond, he could feel his scaling warm a bit and he could even spot a tint of pink from beneath his gloves much to his embarrassment.

Knowing this was a human affection JK kept his arm wrapped around you as you both walked home, your hands on your eyes as you sniffled a little and you hadn’t spoken the entire walk back making him a little sad. Your voice was soft and pleasant on his ears which often picked up too many odd and miscellaneous sounds.

Pulling off your flannel you sighed, muttering something that he leaned in a little to focus on understanding, knowing it sounded something like an apology. JK only offered a small smile, “Friend?” He spoke softly, he liked that word, it was the first one you had taught him after all.

You nodded, looking severely tired as you repeated the word back before padding to your room to get changed, little by little JK understood more and more about humanity on Earth which wasn’t exactly new, but rather...a bit archaic by Orionia’s standards.

JK had made sure to go into the room with the odd looking boat to change into clothes, knowing it always elicited an odd reaction from you whenever he changed in front of you. Getting into something more comfortable he could appreciate the human need for comfort.

Feeling a bit timid he peeped into your room where you laid on your bed, looking half asleep but you gestured him in much to his excitement, understanding bonding wouldn’t likely happen now that you were too tired but he appreciated your company, you made things much easier for his stay on Earth.

Pulling out your lap held device JK tilted his head, oh…! This was like the mainboard back on the ship, just a smaller version of it, a computer? But a lap verison? He furrowed his brows a little, the name on the tip of his tongue as his nose wrinkled. Much to his delight though you typed up the same place where he had been watching educational videos earlier today.

He only hoped you’d stay this time, he had been extremely worried the Arbitrator's had found you, your friends however had said multiple times you were just at ‘Class’ whatever that was. And they seemed calm enough and if they knew your routine then...he had no reason to assume they were conspiring with the enemy.

Much to his happiness you laid back down as you stretched out before curling up, your eyes closing as he clicked onto the video of the ocean, as he had learned Earth held quite the exotic lifeform in the sea.

It was nearing 11:30 which you had pointed at the clock earlier today except now it was dark out, JK could only deduce there was certain names for eating at certain times of the day, he tapped on his chin, scrolling down the assortment of human entertainment. Wanting something to figure out how to win your affection to be his mate. A loud piercing screech nearly jolted him out of bed, holding his head as he frantically looked towards you before feeling relief fill him. If you couldn’t hear this then…!

He fumbled as he hurried to the window, pushing through the blinds as he peered out, seeing a large flare being shot up into the sky in a deep hue of blue and purple, that acted as something he saw on a video. A firework, if he remembered correctly. JK perked up, Taehyung and Namjoon must be okay, this was what…? At least ten miles south, in human terms? He remembered that much from the academy.

JK nearly ran out the door before he paused, his eyes looking over your sleeping figure he...he couldn't just leave you here...and…! He perked up, “Y/n!” He called out, jostling you awake as you rolled over with a groan, “Y/n! Home!” He spoke determined, if he could get you to go with him then he could explain everything.

“What? JK seriously? This better be important.” You groaned as your eyes tiredly cracked opened at the sight of doe eyes looking at you urgently, he nearly ripping you out of bed with a squeak, “Home!” He spoke as he brought your shoes to you before pointing out the window, “Home!”

...Oh...oh god, this was going to be a long night, wasn’t it…?

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things-we-cant-say · 3 years ago

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Come Morning Light

Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader

Genre: Zombie Apocalypse

Warnings: Violence, blood, zombies doing what zombies do, unprotected sex, hurt/comfort, drama, a wild Kun appears!, Ten being too adorable for his own good

Summary: Years into the zombie apocalypse and you’re just trying like hell to survive. In this makeshift new world, the rich still have the power while everyone else clamors for a safe place to lay their head. You have one rule and it has served you well; trust no one. Yet you’re willing to throw it out the window for a charming stranger named Ten Lee.

Word Count: 12,441

A/N: This was supposed to be for Halloween but it turned into its own monster so, here you go. My imagines will tend to be on the long side because I love world building 😊. Part Two aka the ending coming soon! Hope you guys enjoy! [Song lyrics (title): Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift]

~part one~

Sometimes you’re really surprised by how right the movies got it when it came to the end of the world. People acting like idiots and assholes in equal measure, things deteriorating so quickly into mayhem and sadness, and then the weird silence once all the technology went offline. Of course you’d foolishly thought things would eventually get back to normal; that the military would get a handle on shit or that things wouldn’t spread to your area, but unfortunately you weren’t that lucky. No one was that lucky.

And it wasn’t a virus or chemical weapons that started everything. Either of those might have been easier to deal with had that had been the case. No, the world ended because of a small thing that most people didn’t even pay that much attention to. Or at the very least figured could be defeated with a bottle of bleach. What was this insignificant being that managed to nearly decimate the human race? Mold. A weird new string of silver colored mold that somehow managed to turn people into violent, mindless zombies. Not necessarily the kind that wanted to consume human flesh—although that certainty started to happen fairly quickly—but more so just people that obviously weren’t normal anymore. They attacked without reason; beating and kicking anything within reach until it was dead. They didn’t recognize friend from family from foe. All they wanted to do was destroy.

Apparently the mold infiltrated their brains and literally started to grow in different areas like a sort of cancer. Well, if cancer made you hunger for devastation and flesh. People began to change physically too, growing red pulsing spores all over their bodies that oozed green goo. A month in and they didn’t even look like people anymore which just made everything all the more terrifying. While their bite or touch couldn’t turn you into one of them, they seemed to love forcing mold down the throats of their victims. So…that usually did the trick.

One alone wasn’t too bad but a pack of them? People lying about coming into contact with the mold, only to freak out later and attack someone? Needless to say the situation quickly turned into a cluster fuck that could not be contained. The mold was suddenly everywhere all over the world, and shit just went downhill at a pretty impressive speed. It was utter chaos for the first few years as civilization practically dissolved.

Yet somehow you managed to weather the storm when others around you failed. Yay.

As with most shit the rich ultimately came through in a matter of speaking. Well, they got tired of the state of things and worked to actively make it better as long as it benefited them the most. Huge swaths of cities and land were set on fire to get rid of the mold and the infected. You weren’t sure what was happening in other areas of the world, but in your neck of the woods walled cities started to pop up. Okay so cities wasn’t the best word. More like one high rise building was designated as rich people central and then a fortress was built around it. If you were lucky to be inside of the fortress you probably lived in a very small house—like a retrofitted shed or something—since only the Elite resided in the tower.

Starlight Tower as it was now known. Over time everyone split up into different factions by necessity really. It wasn’t something that anyone voiced out loud for whatever reason, but you’d came up with quirky titles one day to pass the time.

The Elite lived in their fancy tower with their fancy, pretty things. Running water, solar powered whatevers with fresh food and yadda yadda yadda. Most never left because why would they when they had everything they needed and more?

Next you had the Middlings which were basically everyone else; normal people trying their best to make it on the scraps handed down from the Elite. They tended to live in different shanty town-like places in the Outskirts—areas that were Molded free but sucky in their own way. A pasted together mix of broken shit; houses missing huge chunks, tents…that kind of thing. Yet somehow they made it work. Somehow they’d evolved and pushed through to have lopsided markets filled with things ready to be traded. If you had something that was really needed like toilet paper for example, you could do pretty good there.

Last and certainty least were the Scavengers though you’d always thought the crazy ass Raiders should be last. After all they were the ones that robbed, fucked or killed anything that moved. Scavengers actually provided a great service because they went into the dangerous places to get stuff. Condemned stores, areas teeming with the Molded, etc. Scavs risked their lives for shit but since most didn’t like to share, they’d gotten a bad rap. Though you could understand their way of thinking. Why share your haul with someone who hadn’t put in the work?

In the beginning you’d been a Middling. But over time you’d morphed into something else, something cynical and a bit selfish. Losing people that you cared about to the mold or starvation had a way of effecting one’s personality. When you realized you were the only one left you threw yourself into whatever you could to take your mind off the guilt and the sadness. Becoming a pretty good Scavenger turned out to be your reward for your stupid survival instincts. However maybe instincts had nothing to do with it since you were still dumb enough to go into infected dead zones. That’s what the land beyond the Outskirts was called where the Molded still roamed freely.

Unfortunately, that’s also where the best stuff was.

Sighing deeply, you hung your arms over the railing of the disused water tower and gazed out at the world as it was now. Nature had taken most of it back with weeds and excess greenery. It was almost pretty except for the fact that under all those bushes and ropey vines were entire abandoned towns and such. Cracked roads that led to nowhere in particular anymore. In the very beginning you’d have found dead bodies just scattered about like odd pieces of paper, but over time the earth had reclaimed them. Not even animals dared to move about freely anymore thanks to the Molded. Life now was like…living in a snow globe but without the charm.

Winter was better though. The Molded were slower when it was colder for some reason, which was a small mercy if you found yourself confronted with a gang of them. They didn’t venture into populated areas that much anymore. Maybe they knew they’d be shot on sight. However, you couldn’t help but wonder if they’d sometimes gaze up at Starlight Tower, trying to think of ways to get inside for the all you can eat buffet. One mistake—one fuck up and all of those people would be shit out of luck. Yet that didn’t stop others from desperately wanting to live there. You understood; you’d been one of those people once upon a time.

Back when you still believed in, well, anything to be honest.

“Y/N. Hello? Shit don’t tell me you’re out of range.”

You unclipped the walkie talkie from your side. “What? I’m busy.”

“Oh good you’re okay! I was worried about you.”

If anyone else had said that you would have scoffed, but you’d never known Kun to lie about anything. He was just that decent. “I’m fine. What’s up?”

“I hate to ask this but…do you think you could find some medicine? I—I know that’s highly unlikely and I don’t need any antibiotics but we ran out of over the counter stuff. And my herbal tea can only do so much… I’ll pay you what I can of course and usually I wouldn’t ask but—”

“It’s fine, Kun. I’ve gotchu. I’ll get what you need to you in a few days,” you replied slowly.

“Thank you so much, Y/N. You’re a life saver. Please be careful!”

“Yeah.” Turning the walkie talkie off, you tossed it into your backpack and exhaled deeply. “Careful, sure.”

In the time you’d be out on your own doing whatever you pleased, you’d met a few people that seemed okay. You wouldn’t have said they were your friends but you had no qualms about doing jobs for them sometimes. Qian Kun was one of those people. How he’d managed to stay wholesome in an environment where other people would sell their mothers for something good, you’d never understand. But he was funny and a bit of a dork, and he liked helping others. He ran a small shop near the edges of what poised for civilization where he cooked for people and sold stuff they might need. More than once he’d let you crash at his place, on his dingy couch with the one spring that constantly poked you in the butt.

You tended to help him because you often felt guilty afterwards if you didn’t. And because he could put a hurting on week old noodles.

“Okay,” you said to yourself. “Get your shit together, Y/N. Let’s do this.”

Getting up, you slowly made your way over to the metal ladder, climbing down as carefully as you could. It whined and groaned but didn’t snap in half so you counted that as a win. Once on the ground you hurried over to your truck and hopped inside, glancing at the array of stolen weapons in the passenger seat. Before the zombies you’d never even handled a gun before but now you were a pretty good shot. It became painfully obvious early on that weapons would become scarce so you five finger discounted any you came across.

Still looking for the crossbow that would mean you’re a true badass.

In seconds you were driving down the splintered street as the scenery flew by your tinted windows. Working vehicles weren’t as prevalent was they used to be since one couldn’t just order parts anymore, but you’d gotten your truck by happy accident. Okay maybe happy wasn’t the right word. However, the guy had been dead for at least a few days when you’d happened along, and it wasn’t like he needed it anymore. Besides you’d have been a total idiot to bypass a tricked out Ford that was made for surviving a Fury Road like apocalypse. Getting gas was tricky but worth it when you had nowhere else to sleep but under the wheel.

Before long you were easing off the road and stopping in front of what used to be a drug store. Perhaps it had been a CVS or Walgreens in its former life. Now it was a crumbling building with broken windows, half a door and a tree sprouting through its half caved in roof. You made a face and carefully peered out of your windshield, dark eyes taking in your surroundings. Everything looked quiet but you’d learned the hard way that wasn’t always the case. Anything could be lurking in the shadows.

You picked up your Ruger SR22 and SIG Sauer P238—two compact little pistols—and checked to make sure the magazines were loaded. Seeing that they were, you stuck one into the pocket of your oversized black jacket and kept the other in your hand. Grabbing your dirty backpack, you carefully exited your truck and walked around to stand in front of the store. There was no mold growing anywhere so that was a relief at least.

“Alright,” you whispered to yourself. “Advil. Tylenol. Expired is better than nothing.”

Next you were wedging through the slanted door and stepping into the store, bringing a hand up to your mouth because of the smell. Something had died in here; you’d probably run across the evidence in due time.

You took your time as you made your way down an aisle, wary of making too much noise. There was no power inside but the giant hole in the roof provided all of the light you’d hopefully need. Rusted shelves were overturned with items thrown here and there. Faded graffiti littered the leftover walls; everything was covered with layers and layers of grime. The majority of the food was rotten with roaches scurrying from one bag to the next. Some had even congealed into a hard lump. Still you shoved anything that looked mildly edible into your bag; canned stuff, bottles of water and the few bags of chips that you’d inspect later.

Stepping over what looked suspiciously like the remains of a human torso, you crept to the very back of the store where the pharmacy was. It hadn’t fared any better than the front, not that you’d expected it to. You stood in the middle of muted chaos, thinking things you’d rather not think before snapping yourself out of it. Seconds later you were checking the labels of leftover bottles and tossing them into your backpack. Anything that appeared to be of use you grabbed it, especially the stuff with words you could hardly pronounce. You also got Band-Aids, alcohol and peroxide.

You’re digging in a pile of tiny boxes of allergy medicine when a low clang caused you to immediately pause. You swallowed hard and gripped your gun, slowly rising to your feet. You’re hoping it’s just a raccoon or a rat but the tingling in the back of your brain told you otherwise.

It’s okay, you thought. You can handle this. You’ve killed these assholes before. Aim for the head or knees, anything that takes them down.

The clangs grew louder and you realized they were coming from over by the frozen foods. Very slowly you crouched walked towards the front doors, attempting to be as quiet as you could over all the broken glass. You were nearly there when a heavy thud sounded as a swinging light fixture crashed down to the right of you. Jerking up, you pointed your gun at whatever had caused it to fall, finger on the trigger.

“Wait, no! Please—please I’m—I’m human!” Exclaimed a harried looking young man with his hands up. His clothes were muddy and torn; he was missing a shoe. Black hair stuck to his forehead and there was a purplish bruise on the side of his jaw. “Please don’t shoot!”

Truthfully, you didn’t like meeting people out in the wild like this cause usually they were up to no good. Normal people didn’t leave their meager comforts to do what you did. Besides that, you tended to be naturally wary of everyone these days, that was just good business. “What the fuck are you doing?”

His chest heaved up and down quickly as a tiny bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. “I—hiding. I—I thought you were…one of those things. A zombie.”

You arched a brow. “So you started making a lot of noise so it would find you sooner?”

He shook his head. “My foot got caught under a—a thing. Please.”

You squinted at him and lowered your gun. “Too much noise attracts them you know. Especially out here.” Huffing, you turned and walked out of the store. “Christ.”

“Wa—wait! Ah, fuck. Wait!” You heard scrambling behind you and glanced over your shoulder to see the young man stumbling after you with an obvious limp.

“You should really be…getting somewhere,” you said as you kept walking. “Somewhere safe if there is such a place. It’ll be dark soon.”

“I know. Look please can you just stop,” he begged. “I’m not armed. You can check if you want. I just want some water. I—I haven’t, everything in the store was gross and I just…”

No. Keep going. He is not your problem or your concern.

You stopped. Fine. But don’t come running to me when he steals all your shit.

“Dude I swear to god if you try to rip me off I will shove your balls down your throat.” Annoyed, you yanked a bottle of water out of your pack and tossed it to him. “Here.”

He nearly dropped it in his haste to get the top off. “Thank you! Thank you so much.”

You watched him gulp it down. “What are you doing out here anyway?”

“That is a long story,” he said lowly after draining half of the bottle in one go. “I’ve been hiding in the woods for the past, two weeks? It’s hard to keep track of time when you’re terrified. During the day I moved whenever I could and last night I found this place. Figured I’d be safe for a while. It gets so dark and sometimes it’ll be so quiet and then…and then…”

“You hear an ungodly shriek in the distance and wanna shit your pants. Yeah.” You tilted your head to the side. “The nearest settlement is like thirty miles north for what it matters.”

His face fell. “Which way is north?”

Nibbling on the inside of your cheek, you allowed your guard to drop just a little. There was something oddly familiar about this guy but you were certain you didn’t know him. It wasn’t a case of a friend of a friend since you didn’t have any friends anymore. And yet…

Staring at him, you were suddenly able to imagine him without all of the dirt and grass stains. You saw him in a black suit with a blue shirt, hair artfully styled and pushed off his forehead. He had several shining earrings in his ears and expensive necklaces draped around his slender neck. He was kempt and smiling and beautiful…and tossing a gift wrapped box directly at you.

Holy shit. “You’re an Elite.”

“A what?”

“It—you’re from Starlight Tower, right?”

He took a step backwards. “Are you from there?”

You snorted. “In these clothes? No way. Never even been inside the gates. You though, you’ve got their look about you. Anyone out in these parts is either looking for shit to sell or shit to blow up. Or they’re a zombie. And since I don’t see any Molotov cocktails on you…”

“I’m Ten,” he replied after a moment. “Ten Lee. And yes I do or rather I did live in Starlight Tower. Now I’m…I dunno what I am. I don’t even know how I’m still alive to be honest. I’m so tired.”

Against your better judgment, you sidled up next to him and gave him the once over. Not detecting any suspicious bulges—heh—you decided he was pretty much harmless. “I ask again then; what are you doing out here?”

Ten wet his lips. “I was kicked out. I got set up for something I didn’t do and kicked out. Brought here to die.”

Huh. “Don’t they have jail cells or whatever?”

He nodded. “They wanted me dead not just locked up. Dead men don’t talk.”

“That’s fucked up. I—” The bushes over by a rusted school bus with no wheels rustled and you lightly chastised yourself. Now wasn’t the time nor the place for a quick chat. “Sun’s going down and I do not wanna be out in the open when it does.”

Ten remained silent but his dark cat-like eyes watched you imploringly. He flinched when a groan drifted across the air, and you cursed yourself before latching onto his arm and yanking. He was taller than you but you were a fast walker—and he was injured—so he struggled to keep up with your quick pace. But with your hand wrapped around his bicep, you pulled him behind you until you were at your truck. You practically shoved him up and inside on the driver’s side, then hopped in and closed the door.

Not a second later a gnarled figure came trudging out into the open, skin green and beyond sickly looking. Pieces of bark grew out of its cheek and one of its eye sockets. In its twisted hand it dragged along a severed bloody deer head—fresh by the looks of it.

Ten gasped and you pressed your hand over his mouth to keep him from making any more sounds. He was trembling.

Probably the first time he’s seen a zombie since moving into the tower. Must be rough.

The Molded—as you’d named them—sniffed the air and looked right at the truck before baring its teeth. But you already knew it couldn’t see inside thanks to the tinted windows. At the very least it could probably smell you but once you were positive it was alone, you turned the key in the ignition, making the truck growl to life. It shrieked and took a step towards the vehicle but you were already throwing it into gear and speeding past it.

Watched it try to follow from your rearview mirror until you were thankfully out of sight. “Ew, like I know that used to be someone’s son or whatever but ew.”

Ten collapsed back against the seat. “You saved my life. That thing would have…”

You kept your eyes on the road. “Chewed the flesh from your bones? Probably. You never know which ones will eat you and which will try to turn you into one of them.”

He exhaled shakily. “You—you never told me your name.”

“Y/N.”

“Pretty.”

You snorted. “You don’t need to butter me up. I’m not gonna kick you out…though I should. I’m breaking my own rule here. Stupid. I don’t know you from Adam…”

“Well I’m glad that you are,” he replied. “I’ve been in Starlight for years now but I’m not an idiot. We get told how dangerous it is outside the walls. Especially where there are no more settlements. I don’t know how I’ve survived this long. No weapons, no real instincts. I had to eat random berries when I got hungry and I hate fruit. I wasn’t even sure I should reveal myself to you. You hear such terrible stories…”

You could only wonder what the rich tenants of Starlight were being told about the lesser people. “Don’t worry your virtue is safe with me.”

Chuckling softly, he shifted so that he was facing you. “You know what I mean. You said yourself people are only out this far if they wanna blow something up or steal something. You could have been the torturing type.” He winced and rubbed at his knee. “I take it you don’t go around saving people that often?”

There really wasn’t that many people that needed saving these days, at least not in the way he thought. By now boundaries had been drawn and if you were stupid enough to cross them, well, you kinda got what you deserved. In the beginning risking your life for someone in need was based on your character. But all these years later, if a good person turned their back, no one batted an eye.

“Believe it or not but I usually don’t see anyone out here. Especially not someone as…innocent as you.”

He gazed at you, blinking as his tousled bangs brushed his long eyelashes. “You think I’m innocent?”

Well… “Compared to the dudes that roll out here? Yes. If innocent offends you though I could use the word pampered. Spoiled.”

Ten laughed. “I’d argue but you’re not wrong so. At the risk of making you think even less of me; I was the art decorator and party coordinator of Starlight. People always wanted me to plan their events.”

In the past that would have made you angry but all you could muster up right now was apathy. People didn’t have clean water or diapers for their kids, but god forbid Elites not be able to have their fancy parties. “Must have been nice.”

“It was,” he said honestly. “Not so much the parties but the security. Knowing that when I went to bed at night there was no danger lurking around the corner. The day to day shit could be boring though so I started a charity drive for those outside the walls. Or I’d been trying to. The council was really dragging their feet getting me the stuff I needed.”

Naturally. “Do you think you’ll ever like, go home?”

His expression turned gloomy. “No. Not as long as—no. I’ll be arrested or worse. This is it for me. Y/N…” He smoothed down his torn dress shirt. “I realize that I have no right to ask anything of you—you’ve already helped me so much—but if you could just… I don’t know anything about being out here. I don’t know where the settlements are. I don’t know who’s good and who’s bad. I don’t have any money but I—I could watch your things when you’re not around or carry them if you need.”

Dumping Ten at the nearest community; that should have been the only answer to what he was suggesting. There were reasons you didn’t have a pet although you desperately wanted one. First, you did not have a set residence so there was no safe place to leave it when you went scavenging. Second, the idea of losing it to a zombie or some asshole chilled you to the core. You’d already lost so much over the years. You weren’t sure you had it in you to see one more thing you cared about viciously murdered. Third, you were faster on your own.

You just pretended the loneliness didn’t exist.

“Ten.” Your fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “You��d fair better around other people. This guy I know would no doubt take you in if I explained your situation to him. His name is Kun and he’s cool. He’d look out for you and get you settled. ‘Sides it would be a lot safer than running around with me.”

Ten rubbed at the dark circles under his eyes. “I…okay.”

Noting the utter devastation of his tone, you shifted uneasily. Why would he be upset? He barely knew you. You asked him as much. “Your reaction is…surprising. I mean it’s not like we know each other. Why would you wanna hang out with me? I could be crazy.”

“I have a good feeling about you,” he whispered. “For the past few weeks I’ve been petrified beyond belief. With you right now in this truck is the first time since getting kicked out of Starlight that I’ve felt…safe.”

“Sounds like you’ve imprinted on me like a baby duckling,” you joked to lighten the mood. “But I—it makes a small amount of sense I guess. I don’t know.”

“Can you at least consider it?” he asked hopefully. “Think of me as your apprentice. Show me the ropes and then I’ll strike out on my own if you want.”

If only it were that easy… The smart response to what he was implying would be a resounding no but for some reason you couldn’t get the word to slip past your lips. You kept seeing his smiling face, genuinely happy to be helping people. He could have been pretending but you knew phoniness when you saw it—had been able to scope that out even before the end of the world—and Ten had not been faking anything.

The asshole.

Tuning out the tiny voice in the back of your mind singing that this was a horrible idea, you groaned in resignation. “Fine. You can tag along with me for a while but you have to do everything that I say. And you stay in the truck when I go to get stuff. If something happens and I tell you to haul ass, you better fucking haul ass okay?”

His smile was ecstatic though tainted around the edges. “Okay. Whatever you say.”

You mumbled to yourself and kept driving, watching as the sun began to sink lower and lower on the horizon. It would be dark soon and that didn’t tend to bode well depending on where you were. The road could be a safe place but the Molded had learned several tricks throughout the years. One being that if you stopped a fast moving thing, you could possibly get to the squishy thing inside. If you thought accidents were bad before, just imagine passing a car on fire while the driver’s skull was being pried open by a crazed zombie.

Glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure you weren’t being followed, you eased to a stop and yanked a tattered map out of the unlocked glove compartment. “Let’s see here.” You spread it across your lap. “Hm.”

Ten peeped at what you were doing, sitting close enough that your shoulders touched. “What are you looking for? Are these red Xs good or bad?”

“Neither. They’re places I have been before.”

“And the black blocky crosses?”

“High infected areas.”

“I’m almost scared to ask how you discovered they were infected areas.”

“Heh. Same way I discovered shit about the other areas. I went there for supplies and nearly got my throat ripped out. Now I know not to go there again unless I have a death wish. Though the dead migrate so they could be fine now.”

“Oh my God.” He raked a hand through his hair. “All of this is—it’s just too much.”

You shrugged. “You get used to it. Ah!” Spying what you were searching for, you bundle the map into his lap and start driving again. “We are in luck.”

Ten arched a brow. “How so?”

You smirked at him but didn’t answer, instead offering up a wink. He snorted and turned his attention to his rings, using his nail to try and clear the dirt from between the stones. They probably cost more than what an apartment used to go for in New York.

Fifteen minutes later you were parking as close as you could next to a thick wire fence that surrounded a house that had seen better days. You made note of the white piece of cloth dangled over the chained gate and nodded, considering that a good sign. Outside the truck it was deathly quiet; not even crickets were willing to make any noise.

“Okay.” Slipping on your backpack, you opened the door and leaned out. “Coast is clear. C’mon.”

“Where are we going?” Ten inquired as he slowly climbed out, wincing as he put pressure on his injured knee. “Do you have a key or something?”

“Or something.” Feeling along the fence and pushing at the cool metal links, you find what you’re looking for when a small section gave way. Carefully you dropped down and crawled underneath it, staining your ripped jeans with dirt. “Your turn pretty boy. Maybe flat on your back?”

“Shit.” Ten growled but slowly maneuvered himself until he was on his back. He then inched his way bit by bit under the fence until he was on the other side. “I have never been this dirty in my entire life.”

You grinned. “Oh pfft. I once had to spend the three hours in swamp water; you’ll live. Up!” Clutching his upper arms, you hauled him up, arms winding around his small waist as he stumbled into you. “It’s worth it I promise.”

With his arm slung across your shoulders, you helped him to the house and off to the left where two large cellar doors rested. You got one opened, helped him down and then hurried back to close it, using a small pipe to keep it that way.

Ten leaned heavily against you, his cheek resting to the top of your head. “Are we gonna sleep in a wine cellar?”

Leading him to a rather randomly placed bookshelf, you pulled on the spine of Pride & Prejudice and watched as the entire shelf disconnected itself from the wall. After a few more steps you were both safely inside of a secret underground bunker, the lights dim and slightly flickering but on. The main room was sectioned off into smaller rooms sort of like cubicles with a kitchenette, bathroom, one bed for the bedroom and a long couch for the living room.

“Home sweet home. For tonight anyway.” Giving Ten’s side a squeeze, you helped him to the couch and gently deposited him there. “The guy who made this told me about it once. After stuff went to hell I popped in a couple of months later to see if he’d just been pulling my leg. He wasn’t.”

Ten toed off his remaining shoe. “Where is the guy?”

You dropped your bag and put your gun on the tiny table. “Dead. He was infected so I put him down and buried him out back. Figured it’s what he would have wanted. Anyway now I use this place as a bit of a stopover when I need to rest my head. Told a few other people about it and so they help me keep it up, and have made more like it in other places. The white cloth means it’s free. Shit…I should have removed it but oh well we’ll only be here until morning and I doubt we’ll have visitors.”

He hummed. “You’re really smart and capable. You must think I suck.”

You chuckled. “No I don’t. We’ve just had different lives for the past few years. Now you can get a lovely lukewarm shower if you want and I’ll be nice and fix you something not fruit to eat.”

Ten opened his mouth to reply but apparently changed his mind and slowly pushed himself up off the couch. He looked down at himself and nodded, limping past you towards the bathroom. But not before pressing his soft lips to your cheek for a kiss. You watched him go and sighed deeply, already feeling like you were in deep shit.

This is going to end badly. When has anything gone right for you? You should drop him off with Kun for his own sake.

You’re going to get him killed.

Your thoughts made you frown but they weren’t entirely wrong. Giving in to his request to stay close was dumb and you knew that. You took full responsibility for it. Yet that wouldn’t mean jack shit when some zombie fucker was clawing out his insides or turning him into a moldy freak. Why did he want to stay with you? He obviously didn’t remember you from that day so… Were you really that much more appealing than the relative safety of a settlement?

Itching into your thick dark hair, you opened your pack and started rooting through it, pulling out cans of beans and a small packet of ramen noodles. After opening them and making sure they hadn’t spoiled, you fired up the makeshift fire pit with its tiny exhaust pipe. Grabbed a pot from the counter, filled it with bottle water and nestled it into the steadily growing fire. Soon it would be boiling enough to soften the noodles and make them edible.

Taking off your jacket and sneakers, you flopped onto the sofa and listened to the water run.

You weren’t sure how long you just spaced out but Ten eventually calling your name brought you back. Your eyes shifted to him and for a moment you just stared, caught between your thoughts and reality. Ten was standing off to the side in nothing but a pale green towel slung very low on his small waist. His skin was damp from his shower, his hair sticking to his forehead. He—surprisingly—had several tattoos adorning his right arm from wrist to shoulder blade. And of course you couldn’t forget the artistic crescent around his left nipple.

Suddenly you realized it had been a very long time since you’d been with someone else. Not that…

You bit your bottom lip and let your eyes trail from his feet, along his chest and up to his face. Admiring the view and not even caring that your less than pure thoughts were probably flashing like a neon sign in your expression. But he was gorgeous, and he clearly knew it which just made him even hotter.

He seemed amused by it if his smile was anything to go by. “See something you like?”

“Depends. How much is it?”

That made him laugh; a lilted little giggle. “Seeing as you did save my life I think we could work something out. In the meantime, though…do you have anything I can wear? My clothes are way too torn and dirty for me to put back on.”

“Check the box in the bedroom. Might be something in there.”

Minutes later he returned in a long sleeved white shirt that was a tad big and black shorts. “This is so much better.” He sat down beside you. “What’s for dinner?”

“Noodles and beans.” You got two small chipped plates from the kitchenette and fixed him a serving once you’re sure they’re done, handling it to him. “It’s not lobster but you won’t starve.”

“That’s okay,” he said easily. “And for your information we only had lobster once a month.”

“Right.” You got your own food and began to eat with your pathetic little plastic spork.

Ten tilted his head. “Y/N this is perfect as far as I am concerned. Seriously, thank you.”

He’s a victim too, remember? “Yeah I—sorry. I just don’t exactly have a good impression of Starlight and what it stands for. Mainly the rich on top and everyone else on the bottom. It was supposed to be a symbol of hope but it’s not.”

“Why not?” he asked as if he was scared to know the answer.

Far be it for you to unload your issues onto him but he had asked. Besides if anyone could attest to Starlight’s problems now it would be him. “Lots of reasons to be honest. The council does the bare minimum so that no one riots. Hands out scraps to the people in settlements so everyone thinks they give a shit. Keeps the borders clean of infected so we’re all safe. These seem like good things and they are, but they’re surface level. A few cans of food for like twenty people when Starlight residents get fresh meat daily? What about medicine? Clothes?” Just talking about it made you angry. “Do you know why I was out there today? Advil and Tylenol.”

Staring down at his food, Ten took a bite before saying anything. “I figured things were rough but I’d never considered how rough. Fuck, I’m so stupid.”

“No, you’re not. You were a resident so technically there was only so much you could do anyway. And just the fact that you wanted to do charity means you thought more about us out here than others did.” You poked his thigh. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad, Ten.”

He nodded. “I believe you. And I did ask. I wish I could help though. If I wasn’t banished I could at least make some noise once I got back.”

You smiled. “You’re sweet. Despite it all people are making it however so it is what it is. The only difference is Starbucks doesn’t exist anymore.”

He groaned with unhappiness. “Don’t remind me! I’d kill for an Iced Americano.”

“Ew. And nothing of value was lost.” He pouted and you snickered.

The rest of “dinner” consisted of lighter conversation with you explaining an average day for you, and Ten telling you about his love for dancing and drawing. He briefly talked about his life pre apocalypse but you remained vague about anything of substance. He didn’t push and you really appreciated it. Afterwards you both moved to the bed, neither of you having an issue with sharing.

“By the way, how did you hurt your knee?”

Ten glared down at it. “I tripped over a tree root while I was running and banged it. I hope it gets better.”

You sat on the side of the bed and draped his leg across your lap, wiggling a tube of muscle rub in his face. “This should help. I keep it with me because I can be pretty active depending on what’s up.” Flipping off the cap, you squeezed a dollop onto your fingers and gently began to massage his knee. “Stinks but it’s effective.”

“Ah.” He watched you with tired dark brown eyes. “Tingles. Is it only for knees?”

“No it’s for all muscles,” you replied as you rubbed. “Why?”

He pointed to his neck. “Do you think you could…?”

You went over his knee for a second time and then slipped behind him on the bed, repeating the process but to his neck. With two fingers you rubbed the cream where shoulder and neck met; small circles over and over until his skin was slightly shiny.

Ten made soft sounds of enjoyment, body reclining backwards until he was practically collapsed against you. It was as if the days and weeks of exhaustion had finally caught up to him now that he had a moment to stop. He was heavier than he looked but you found that you didn’t mind so much. It was nice to be needed again.

“Ten…”

Your breath ghosted across the shell of his ear and he shivered. “That fe—feels good,” he whispered sleepily.

You shifted to get more comfortable and continued with your massage, lightly digging your thumbs into his tight flesh. He went limp, his head lolling off to the side minutes later. As his breathing evened out you peeped at his face; he looked serene in sleep.

What is my life right now? you wondered as you brushed silky strands of hair off his head. Your fingers lightly touched the fading bruise on his jaw; no doubt someone had hit him with the butt of their gun. Only a complete dickhead could do something so mean to someone so lovely.

“You shouldn’t be out here with the rest of us,” you said aloud, your voice low. “We destroy lovely things out here.”

In a way Ten sort of reminded you of the before times. Before zombies. Before mad men with guns roaming the back roads looking for someone to fuck up. Before you had to basically learn to live off parts of the land or die. He was like the guy that would hold the elevator open for you even though he was in a hurry. Or let you share his cab on a rainy day. Which kind of sucked because you were no way equipped to take care of such a valuable thing. Physically perhaps but emotionally? The jury was still out.

Letting out a yawn, you decided you might as well get some shut eye too so you’d be well rested for tomorrow. You gently inched out from under Ten and placed his head on a lumpy pillow before snuggling back down. You were asleep within moments.

The next morning you woke up to Ten clinging to you like a limpet, curled as close as he could get with his face pressed into the hollow of your throat. He was nice and warm, his right leg tangled between yours, his right arm across your stomach. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been comfortable enough to let another person this close. You’d almost forgotten how…nice touch could be.

Don’t get used to this. You can’t get used to this, played like a mantra in your fuzzy brain. Of course telling yourself something and following through were easier said than done.

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For the next three weeks you did what you usually did. The exception however being that Ten was now along for the ride. He followed your directions pretty well, though you could tell staying in the truck while you ventured into iffy parts unknown made him a bit agitated. The relief on his face when you returned always struck you; caused stupid flutters in your chest that you never looked too deeply into.

You introduced him to Kun and they appeared to get along fairly well. Ten point blank asked if you and Kun were “together” and the idea had made you laugh. Kun was a great guy but attachments weren’t really your thing. To which Ten had simply grinned and cuddled closer, resting his head onto your shoulder. You’d both been nestled away in an abandoned train car at the time to wait out a bad thunderstorm.

On days when you didn’t go scavenging, you taught Ten all you knew about surviving zombies and were to go if he needed help. You attempted to teach him to use a gun, and while he wasn’t a fan you stressed the need to at least be able to shoot straight. All in all, it wasn’t as horrible as you’d first assumed having him around. He was easy to talk to and against your better judgment, you found yourself letting your guard down with him.

So it then stood to reason that you should tell him the truth about why you didn’t ditch him with Kun. Well, half of the reason anyway.

Sitting in the cab of your truck as the rain drizzled down outside, you glanced around the area with keen dark eyes. The restaurant was probably nice in its heyday; the kind where you needed a reservation before you were even allowed to step through the front door. With fancy light fixtures trimmed in gold and tables with tablecloths imported from Paris or something. Now it was just a squat building with weeds coming out of the brick and huge cracks in the foundation.

All you cared about however was the kitchen.

“This seems…stupid.” Ten shoved his hands into the pockets of his gray hoodie. “Risking your life for pots and pans.”

He wasn’t wrong. “True but the guns we get in exchange are anything but stupid. I want that double barreled shotgun. Think of how many heads we’ll be able to explode! Also it’d be nice to have real silverware for a change.”

He made a face. “I guess but it still seems…stupid to me. But I don’t like it when you go into places like this anyway so.”

You nodded. “I know but I’m fast and small. And nothing has happened to me so far. Besides if it does you know the way to Kun’s now. Bad driving aside I think you could get there in one piece.”

Ten rolled his eyes. “You think this is about me being left by myself? As if I’d be okay with something happening to you?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you reached over and tweaked his upper earlobe. “It was a joke, Ten. I don’t wanna die any more than you want me to die. And for the record I’d never leave you alone…with my truck.”

“Oh gee,” he said but he was smiling. That smile that now made you smile because it was so damn cute. “You should let me go with you.”

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” you reminded him. “You stay here and I go in.”

“How long is that going to be a thing? Six months? A year?”

“You—you plan to stick around for a year?”

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I? Why would I go anywhere?”

You rubbed idly at your knuckles, his words seeping deep into your brain. “I don’t know. I guess I just assumed eventually you’d get tired of me—of living like this—and want to do your own thing. You’re very smart and personable…you could have a shop or something.”

Ten leaned his head back to the seat and fixed his eyes on the roof of the truck. “I like being with you, Y/N. Why would I want to be by myself? I’ve been alone long enough.”

Not exactly wanting to continue this line of conversation, you couldn’t help yourself however. Perhaps it was just time. “What happened to your family? You’ve mentioned them but…”

He exhaled deeply and pulled one of his legs up underneath him. “I could ask you the same thing. Don’t think I don’t notice you changing the subject whenever things get too heavy.”

Fair. “It’s painful to think about, to talk about. Especially since I haven’t in years.”

“You don’t have to.”

You shrugged. “I mean, it’s probably the same story a lot of people have. I had a family, zombies popped up and bit by bit I lost my family. My big brother was the last to—to go. He got infected and, well, I wasn’t about to leave him that way.” Losing your brother was when you decided it was best to just be alone. Safer and it just made sense. “In the blink of an eye all of our plans went to shit. I went from bartending at night to help pay for veterinary school to this.”

“Y/N.” Ten scooted over so that he could put his arm around your shoulders. “I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how that must have affected you.”

When you didn’t replay, he continued talking. “I was in the states for a friend’s wedding when everything went down. Tried to get back home but flights were cancelled pretty quickly. Because my friend was the son of a politician we were looked after pretty well. I was able to talk to my parents by way of a…satellite phone for a long while.” He cleared his throat. “Truthfully I’ve been more or less sheltered from the worst of shit because of my connections. It’s how I ended up in Starlight. Money talked even during the end of the world. Fuck.”

For some reason his curse made you laugh. “Wow. And here I thought we were about to trade like horror stories or something.”

Ten groaned and pulled his hoodie over his head, using the strings to pull it inward until his face was almost hidden. “Hey I have horror stories. Being chased and tackled by a mutual friend who’d just got infected with that mold stuff. Seeing the crazy ass look in his eyes as he tried to throw up or dig mold out of his own body so he could shove it down my throat. I had nightmares about that for weeks.”

Okay yeah that would give anyone bad dreams. “True. So what about your parents? Are they okay or…”

Shifting a little, he pushed down his hood and ran his fingers through his black hair. “Communication is spotty, and I haven’t seen them in years. But I’m allowed to have a brief chat every month. Or I was. I wonder what the council told them happened to me. A lie I bet.”

Your family was gone but you wanted to try to give Ten back his. “I might could get my hands on a satellite phone. I know a guy who trades in rare stuff. If I tell him to be on the lookout he’ll hit me up if he finds one. He’ll probably want like, my first born afterwards but it’s cool.”

“Why would you do that for me?” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

“Why did you want to stay with me instead of being safe with Kun?” you asked plainly.

“Honestly? I’ve felt a connection with you since the day we first met. Sometimes shit just goes that way.”

You sighed and tucked your long hair behind your ears. “Yeah. The funny thing is we met before. Before the drug store I mean.”

That made him look at you. “What? How—”

“It’s okay, you don’t remember and I don’t expect you to. I was just another face in the crowd on Lottery Day.” Lottery Day being when the Starlight council would pick one lucky person to join them in their paradise. It was supposed to be completely random; you fill out a small questionnaire and slip it into this big bucket, and on the day they’d pluck a name from it. Anyone who applied had a chance…or so they wanted you to believe. “It was actually the last one I went to.”

His brows narrowed. “We spoke?”

You shook your head. “Nope. You were up with some of the other fancy residents, clapping and smiling and looking so…untouchable. Before they plucked a name out of that bucket they started tossing care packages into the crowd. And you picked up this pink colored one and threw it right to me.” You paused. “I just remember your smile and how—you looked genuinely excited. I don’t know why that stuck with me. Maybe because everything else about that day was shit.”

He frowned and you could tell he was trying to remember. Trying to recall a day that was ultimately insignificant to him. “Was this recent?”

“Nope. A few years go.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Wait is that why you helped me? Because you remembered me?”

“Yes. I guess that is fucked up but you know how things are out here now. How you can’t just trust someone because they ask you to. My last Lottery Day was when I realized the system was rigged. That only people with skills ever won. It made me so angry I could have strangled someone.” Annoyed, you tightened your shoelaces and decided to say fuck the rain. You wanted this job done already. “If you’re mad—”

He squeezed your hand. “I’m not mad, Y/N. I’m thankful that I could give you a good memory for that day. Though now it all sort of feels like fate. That day and then us meeting again. To think I’d be dead if I hadn’t smiled at you.”

Laughing, you pinched his arm until he squirmed. “You’d also be dead if you had a creepy smile, for what it’s worth.” Opening the door, you slipped out and closed it behind you. “I’m glad you’re with me. Against the voices screaming at me sometimes, I’m glad I can keep you safe. You deserve to be safe.”

Without waiting for him to say anything, you darted across the parking lot and into the shabby restaurant. Man it was easier to pretend like you weren’t attached to Ten but deep down, you knew you were only bullshitting yourself. But sometimes that was necessary, right? Self-preservation and what not. One could not move like you had over the years—hating the world, hating yourself for making it—and then suddenly turn on a dime. Embracing joy almost felt like forgetting, and you could not forget.

Not yet anyway.

Yet you got the distinct feeling that life didn’t care what you were ready for. Never had. It had thrown Ten into your path without a single care for your morose disposition. All but dared you to take care of him, and perhaps let him take care of you too. The hidden truth—your hidden truth—was that you helped Kun because he was a good guy but also because it made you feel something. If you died getting him medicine or food, then at least that would be a worthy death.

“And yet I’m out here for a goddamn cookware set,” you murmured as you eased around a broken set of tables. “I mean I guess that’s still good. People use pots to cook and eat. People need to eat.”

You were making your way past lopsided tables and overturned dessert carts when the kitchen came into view. It was a straightforward walk to the back of the restaurant with nothing out of order. Until everything was out of order. The freezer or pantry door crashed open the moment you wrangled a set of pans down from where they hung over a grimy dishwasher. Something heavy that reeked of rotten meat barreled into you, tackling you to the floor, sending your gun out of sight. A disgusting figure that used to be a man shrieked in your face, its long nails clawing at any part of you it could reach. You did all you could to protect your face while frantically searching for anything that could help.

A piece of the cement floor gave way when you touched it so you yanked it up. You slammed it into the side of the rabid zombie’s head as hard as you could, knocking it to the side. It tumbled off of you and you forced yourself up, hands scrapping on the metal of the broken stove to help with traction. Grabbing up the nearest heavy object—a large rolling pin—you swung it like a baseball bat at the second creature lumbering towards you. It went down like a sack of potatoes, dazed but not out. Like an actress in an action movie, you all but threw yourself across the nearest table and made a beeline for the front door.

Your chest heaved as you sprinted out into the rain, sneakers slipping in the thick mud. Your back burned where that asshole had scratched you but you weren’t concerned with turning, just getting away. Behind you the sounds of the Molded regaining their bearings pinged your ears but you ignored them. Ignored them crashing into leftover furniture as they violently came after you.

When you reached your truck you wretched the drive side door open so quickly your fingers slipped off the handle. You climbed in as fast as you could, shutting the door minutes before a zombie slammed against it.

“Y/N!” Ten shouted in alarm.

You ignored him. You jammed the key into the ignition, wrenched the truck into gear and peeled out of the parking lot like the devil was behind you. Running clean over the zombie that had been own its way to try its luck.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you exclaimed as you drove. “I’m gonna throw up.”

“What happened!?” Ten gripped at the dashboard when you took a curve too fast. “Ah!”

“Okay.” Shaking, you spotted a dirt path that pivoted off into the woods and pulled into it, cutting the engine. “FUCK! I hate those fuckers so much!”

Ten wrapped his long fingers around the back of your neck, turning your head to look at him. “Hey hey, what happened? Are you okay?”

You sighed. “Just—one was hiding in the pantry or something and it knocked me over. I dropped my gun and it tried to…” Unzipping your jacket, you shrugged it off and did the same to your ripped t-shirt. “Dick head clawed me. Thank god this can’t make us turn or I’d have a difficult decision to make. Now I gotta get the pots from somewhere else. Great.”

He frowned and reached into the glove compartment for the First Aid kit. “Does it hurt? It’s not bleeding so—so that’s a good sign right? It’s not deep enough I don’t think…”

Your heart was beating so fast you could see it jumping under your skin. The adrenaline was throbbing throughout your body; you’d have a bad headache when you eventually came down but you’d worry about that later. For now, you focused on the fact that you were alive. You were still moving and breathing and those sons of bitches hadn’t beat you!

Bewildered, you chuckled and glanced at Ten as he rummaged in the kit for the right bandage. Feeling your eyes on him, he looked up and your eyes dropped to his lips. So much of the world was like granite; hard and unyielding but Ten had never came off that way. Out in the wild with the crazy things and he still looked…ethereal. His skin was still perfect, his hair still silky soft and his lips still…

Maybe it was the nearly dying that made you reckless, but before you could dwell on why it was a bad idea, you’d already leaned over and pressed your lips to Ten’s. It just felt right. However, when he didn’t respond it felt less right, and you pulled back.

“Shit I—I’m sorry,” you stammered in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Ten snapped out of his stupor and touched your chin. “Do it again.”

You fell against each other then, the First Aid kit forgotten. Shirt already off, you wiggled out of your jeans and panties in record time as Ten popped the clasp to your bra and slipped it off your arms. He didn’t even need to stop kissing you.

Everything flowed effortlessly after that with Ten hauling you into his lap so that he could kiss you again. In the past making out had been good but it had never been like this before. Ten kissed you like he needed you, like you were the only person in the world whose lips he wanted to taste. You sighed against him and slipped your tongue into his mouth, fingers in his hair as you moaned lightly. It had been so long since you’d made out with someone else, so long since their hands had cupped your breasts and rolled you nipples. God you’d missed this.

Ten reluctantly released your lips and ducked his head so that he could suck reddish marks into the hot skin of your throat. He bit down where neck met shoulder and you shivered, squirming on his lap. You fumbled with the button on his jeans as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, teeth teasing with just a hint of a sting.

“Ten,” you whispered faintly.

“You taste like rain water,” he said as he muscled you down onto your back.

You chuckled and watched him quickly strip, dropping his clothes to pool with your own in the floor. He was so fucking gorgeous; there was something oddly mesmerizing about his tiny waist that you couldn’t put into words. But you knew you wanted to bite it and mark it, much like you wanted to do to the rest of him. Ten had a dancer’s body—he was thin but there was obviously core strength there. Not to mention a nice sized dick, the tip already wet. Either way he was sexy as fuck and you desperately wanted him inside of you.

With one hand on your breast, squeezing and massing, he dropped the other between your spread legs. You were already hot and damp for him but he slid a finger inside of you anyway. Added another seconds later, curling and stroking until you were grinding down on his hand. When his thumb brushed your clit you gasped and accidentally kicked the passenger door.

He smirked, his dark eyes pinning you in place. “So responsive…” After a moment he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked; a low rumble satisfaction echoing out of his chest. “Fuck…”

You pushed wet hair off your forehead. “How do you want me?”

Ten hooked his hands underneath your knees and yanked you to him with a grunt. “Just like this.” He crawled over you, resting on his elbows. “I don’t have…anything…”

“It’s fine,” you said reaching down to stroke his cock, grinning when he hissed. “I’m good. Fuck me, please.”

“Yeah…” He clamped slender fingers around your hip to hold you still and then pushed inside of you until there was nowhere else to go. “Again. Sa—say that again.”

“Please,” you whined when he didn’t immediately move. “Please Ten, please fuck me.”

He grinned and kissed your cheek. “You sound so sexy.”

Ten began to thrust and you wrapped both legs around his waist, grabbing onto his ears to pull him to you for another searing kiss. He bit your bottom lip and drove into you over and over, drawing the most delirious sounds out of you. It didn’t really make sense to say but his dick had your whole body vibrating; toes curling as your mind went delightfully blank besides anything other than this moment. He was nudging against your sweet spot and it was almost too much; had you arching upwards as your fingers scrabbled for something to hold onto. You’d never been this wet in your life.

“Te—Ten oh god! Don’t stop!”

Between one minute and the next—with more strength than you knew he had—he’d flipped your positions so that you were on top of him. From this angle he felt deeper and you were sure you were going to shake apart at the seams. You gripped the back of the seat and used it as leverage to move, sliding up and down on him, thighs trembling and breasts bouncing.

“Y/N,” Ten panted. A light sheen of sweat had broken out at his hairline. He caught your free hand and brought it to his lips, pressing wet kisses across your palm. “Slow down, baby. Slow.”

You moaned in disbelief but did as he asked, slowing the pace as much as you could stand. You rolled your hips in a lazy circle and just…enjoyed him. Watched his eyes close to mere slits as he enjoyed you too. It had been so damn long since you’d been with anyone, and now you knew it couldn’t have been anyone but Ten to break your drought. Ten’s hands, Ten’s mouth, Ten’s cock—your brain was a fog of Ten and only Ten.

You didn’t know it was possible to zone out with pleasure but somehow you managed. Yet when your pussy started to clench around Ten’s cock, his right hand shot up to lightly squeeze your neck. His legs bent at the knees and he fucked up into you with purpose, pulling you forward so that he could pound into you as demanding as he pleased.

Ten��s thumb brushing your clit was the end for you. You came hard, trembling and sobbing, endorphins making your head spin. The sounds—you honestly didn’t know your voice could go that high.

“Y/N!” Ten sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist, crushing your breasts to his chest. He pressed his face against your collarbone and spilled hot inside of you, breathing heavily.

When he was done he flopped back to the seat, bringing you down with him. You snorted playfully and wiggled a little, giving him one last squeeze before gently pulling his dick out of you. He huffed but he was smiling. “We’re gonna be all—all sticky.”

“Yeah,” you replied, voice raspy. “But fuck if it wasn’t one hundred percent worth it.”

“That was amazing,” he said rubbing your back. He sounded blissed out and happy.

You hummed and closed your eyes.

Ten brushed his sweaty bangs off his forehead. “Um…earlier you said you were good. I—I don’t wanna ruin the afterglow but…”

Ah. “I’m on birth control. Only good thing the Starlight council did for everyone.”

“Oh.” He kissed your temple. “Okay.”

Resting your head to his chest, you idly traced his crescent tattoo, feeling the raised skin of a scar mixed with the ink. “Tell me a story.”

Ten snickered. “A story? What kind of story?”

Snuggling closer, you let the sound of his beating heart comfort you even more. “One with a happy ending.”

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The floodgates opened in the form of you and Ten fucking every chance you got for the next week. Usually in the truck because it was safer but sometimes you got dumb and did it outside. Against a tree that left scratches on your back from the bark or in a field where you ended up with grass stains on your knees. And once on the couch in Kun’s house while he was helping one of his customers. You didn’t talk about your feelings but there was a mutual understanding that you both had them.

That he wasn’t just some guy you’d saved and you weren’t just some girl who’d saved him. The feelings terrified you because so much could go wrong and then you’d be alone again. But you were in too deep to back out now. Not that you wanted to.

More dumbass moves.

“It’s easy!”

Sitting on the hood of your truck, you rested your chin on your knee and smiled at Ten where he’d slid down into a split in the middle of the road. You were several yards at best from the settlement where Kun lived. Had stopped just outside the area because you’d thought you’d had a flat tire. Thankfully that wasn’t the case but Ten had wanted to pop out and stretch his legs.

Heh.

“It looks easy for you.” You tilted your head to the side. “God you’re so freaking flexible. Why?”

“Exercise. It’s good to be limber.” He touched his toes on either foot. “Starlight has a gym. I worked out there twice a week.”

Of course it has a gym. Probably has a sauna too. “I guess it would be good out here too. Cardio and stuff. I feel like you being able to get your legs so far apart is wasted on me though.”

He arched a brow and sent you a flirty grin. “Yeah? Use your imagination.”

You laughed a little louder than intended. “Great. Cut to me risking my life in a sex shop for vibrators and a pink strap on.”

Ten stood, brushing off the back of his pants. “Why pink?”

“I like pink.”

Amused, he climbed up to sit beside you. “I’ll leave it up to you. Though I wish I did more to contribute.”

Kissing his cheek, you shrugged. “If I get that strap you’ll contribute a lot.” He giggled and you continued. “But seriously we’ll find something you’re good at out here. Oh I almost forgot! My guy with the rare shit contacted me last night while you were napping and he thinks he might have a lock on a satellite phone.”

Ten’s expression brightened. “That would be great. Unless what he wants for it is too much then don’t worry. I’d rather have you alive and unharmed instead of a satellite phone. It’s been like a month or two; my parents probably think I’m dead anyway.”

“But you aren’t. They should know the truth.” You nuzzled at his jaw, pressing kisses down the side of his neck. “Kun seems to think give it a few more years and we’ll be chartering planes again if we’re careful. You could actually see your family. Wouldn’t that be wild?”

“I’d love that. You could come with me.”

“I—you’d want me to?”

“Of course. I think they’d like you.”

“Even though I’m a poor?”

He rolled his eyes. “We’ve never cared about that shit. We judge people on their actions, and you’ve been nothing but awesome. My mom would hug you so tight after I tell her about you helping me.”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “That sounds nice. Here’s hoping it happens one day.”

The sounds of a vehicle approaching from the right cut your conversation short as you and Ten looked to see what was going on. A heavy black armored truck—the kind that used to transfer money to and from banks—popped over the hill and grew closer before slowing to a stop beside you. Instinctively your hand went behind you to the gun tucked in the band of your jeans.

Two men jumped out in matching tactical vests and Ten went deathly still beside you. Okay that can’t be good.

“Mr. Lee,” the first man said. His nametag read Carter and he was tall, blonde and handsome.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” Ten inquired slowly.

Carter’s shoulders straightened. “Intelligence in this area informed us about your whereabouts.”

“Ten who are these dues?” you asked warily.

Ten frowned. “They are from Starlight Towers. Part of the council’s security detail.”

That made you frown. “Oh really? Well I don’t know what you bitches want but wasn’t kicking him out enough? Just leave him alone.”

The second guy—Vincent, a strapping brunette—answered. “Actually Mr. Lee you’ll be happy to know that the charges against you have been vacated and your name completely cleared. Mrs. Lange admitted to lying and falsifying those documents in your apartment because of her…infatuation with you. She has been dealt with accordingly and will no longer be a problem.” He gestured to their vehicle. “The council welcomes you back to Starlight Tower.”

You blinked. “Wait, what?”

Ten stared at the two men as if they were aliens. “I… Just like that? She frames me because I wouldn’t have sex with her because she is married to a council member, I get kicked out of my home and now it’s all water under the bridge when I said at the very beginning I was innocent? That’s bullshit.”

Carter folded his arms across his chest. “We’re just following orders, sir. They want you back and we’re here to collect you.”

Sliding off the hood, you shook your head. “Wow. Just—wow.”

“I won’t go back if I can’t bring Y/N with me.” Ten hopped off with you and stood close.

Carter glanced at you. “She’s not a resident of Starlight. We can’t just let her in.”

“Then I’m sorry guys but you came all this way for nothing.” Ten smiled at you. “I’m not leaving without her.”

You heart fluttered and although you knew you should have been pushing him to go home, you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words. You couldn’t let him go.

Carter obviously wanted to argue but ultimately the decision was taken out of all of your hands. The sound of motorcycles broke through the quiet as about five or six tore through the settlement, heading your way. Before you could even grasp what was happening, bullets were flying, hitting the ground all around you. Striking your windshield and busting out your headlights.

“Ten look out!” You screamed and shoved him as hard as you could out of the way, gasping as a bullet tore through your side. Your back hit the grill of your truck and you sunk to the ground, blood pouring out of your wound.

“Y/N!” Ten scrambled to you, pressing his hand hard against where you’d be hit. “It’s okay! You’ll be okay! Kun can help you!”

“We gotta go!” Vincent yelled. He and Carter were returning fire; picking the raiders off one by one. “Now!”

Carter cursed and grabbed Ten’s upper arm roughly, literally dragging him away from you and towards their truck. “C’mon Mr. Lee! We have to get you to safety!”

Naturally Ten fought against him, trying to get free. “No! Let go! Stop! We—we can’t just leave her! Y/N! Let me go!”

You watched as Carter tossed Ten rather unceremoniously into the back of their truck before jumping in himself. The door closed with a loud clang. You watched as Vincent jumped under the wheel and performed a violent U-turn before heading back the way they’d came. Ten’s panicked face appeared in the small window and you watched as the truck grew smaller and smaller before disappearing out of sight.

~part two~

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semischarmed · 4 years ago

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“Ben”

I was out on a socially distant walk by the woods when I notice a fire dance across the night sky and into the woods. Against my better judgement, I decide to investigate.

A small glowing silver ball sat among the forest wreckage. I reach out, almost by trance, and immediately feel a spark course through me on contact. In the process, my clothing ignites in brilliant green flame. Then, I feel a presence. Immediately, I turn around, still holding the orb. Amidst the green flame was a puddle of metallic gray slime. It vibrates before sending out a little slimy limb which slowly rocks side to side, as if to examine me, before jumping for my face.

For once in my life, I react quickly enough and instead catch the thing in my hand. It was slick, and unbelievably cold. The mass begins to glow dimly, as I hold it out in front of me. I stare at it expectantly as it again forms a tiny limb, re-examining me. In a flash of green, the little wad of silver goo transforms into what appeared to be a tiny silver human. No, human’s not quite the right word. It was humanoid, sure, but the proportions were all wrong, almost cartoon-like. It had a larger more bulbous head with large reflective eyes and a small, near indiscernible mouth. The hands were larger as well, while the arms and legs were far thinner. Despite strange the sight before me, I sense no ill intent. Its beady little black eyes watch at me, displaying not only life, but intelligence. Words cannot explain how I knew, nor can it explain why I ask my next question out loud in a language it certainly did not understand. “What are you”?

Its eyes begin to glow as it opens its mouth to speak, “Human...” it states in plain english. I jump back, almost dropping the thing out of my hand before catching it. “Thank you. I have chosen a form and language most suitable to your own. I am weak from my crash and from your atmosphere. You are not afraid or angry?” It takes its little arm and gently strokes my skin. “Your body appears to be incompatible with my physiology... perhaps due to your contact with my craft. As I understand it, your species is incredibly hostile. If you are intending on destroying me, my only wish is for a swift and painless death.”

I stood dumbfounded until I realized the small orb-egg-thing he came in was some kind of craft. “uh... this yours?”

“You seem unafraid of my presence and do not appear to intend to destroy me, despite these circumstances. Perhaps my information is incorrect? Has your planet had contact with other such beings previously?” it asked. “No.. uh, I can’t explain it but you don’t really seem like a bad-“

“-Guy” it corrected me. “My closest equivalent to your species is what you would classify a male. You appear shocked. Are you alright?”

Holy shit an actual, real-life alien! And it speaks English! I screamed in my head. Despite the absurdity, I cannot help but respond plainly, “Oh, um, this planet has not had any contact before. At least not that I’d be aware of.”

“I see, you are a friend then. Thank you human, I am in debt to you” it states. Looking at the small humanoid before me, I cannot help but want to protect it. It obviously did not intend to do anything or it would have killed me by now. Still, I felt somewhat bad, he really did not seem like a bad guy and, from the movies, it never usually ends well for the alien.

“You came in a big crash, right? So the government or whatever is probably looking for you. We should probably find a safe place for you, um... what can I call you, anyway?” I ask. It looks at me in silence again, then flashes an impossibly bright, green light from its hands before pondering for a moment, and stating “You have not lied. Thank you for your sincerity and your support. I may be called Ben.”

“Ben?” I can’t help but chuckle a little. “You travel all the way across the universe and you’re just plain old Ben?” Its formed its own little smile, which I find endearing. “My true name is—“ the rest was unintelligible. “Ben it is!” I laugh, “Look, we need to get you out of here. I’ve seen what they do to aliens in the movies.” Ben produces a small oddly heavy rock. “Understood. Please. Drop this into my crash site. It should cover our traces” it states in a weak smile before falling over momentarily. I oblige.

“Cool, cool. So...um.. what now? Also, are you alright?” I ask.

“Your planet... It is poison to my form. I am moments away from death. I need a genetic input to adapt to this atmosphere. I would feel safest inside a human.” Inside?

“Well.. uh... i dont really have much going on, on a friday night so...”

It smiles again. “I appreciate the gesture, friend, but as I have mentioned, our forms are incompatible. As such, I require a different vessel. Please select any of your choice.”

“You’re a little forward, buddy” I add playfully.

“Apologies human, your language is somewhat difficult to grasp. I appreciate any and all attempts at assistance”. The little silver alien in my hand sits down.

“Ok, let’s get you somewhere safe... Anyway I know just the guy....”

Fucking Austin. That smug tool was the my bully from way back when and was/is a massive jerk. He was also fucking hot and he knew it. I think he got off on it too- After years of torment, I couldn’t wait for this little alien to do whatever it needed to do inside him.

The walk back is embarrassing as my naked form scrambles in the dark, hoping to avoid any onlookers. Thankfully, it was the dead of night, and our neighborhood is fairly empty. I walk up to his garage, lit by a lone bulb, where he was presumably working on his car. Sweat and grime cover his torso. Of course, he strips to shirtless as soon as he notices me, offering me a tantalizing peek, like he always did when he brought a girl over. “Why are fucking naked you creep. The fuck you want, fag?” He sneers as his eyes immediately lock on to the small orb I am using to cover my junk.

“THIS!” I shout, extending out my other arm, holding little alien man. For a moment, nothing happens and he raises his eyebrows in amusement. It quickly shifts in shock when Ben springs to life, jumping onto Austin’s bare chest. The little silver man clings to his sweaty chest hairs, using them as leverage to scramble up Austin’s face.

“The fuck?!” He spat as he swats at the little alien. With a fervor, Ben dodges and continues inhumanly and follows with his quick dash, crawling up to Austin’s right nose. Austin attempts to get the little silver man off him but to no avail. Despite his shape, Ben is incredibly slippery, and Austin’s thick fingers cannot get a good grasp.

Austin screams as Ben has lodged himself inside Austin’s right nose, secreting a silvery slime while he burrows ever deeper into him. Austin’s eyes shut tight and his mouth opens in anguish. “FUCK!” he shouts as he tries to pull my friend’s tiny legs out. Ben is victorious in this struggle and Austin’s fingers again slip. “AHRRG” He shouts, while right side of his face crinkles in pain. I watch in amusement as Austin is reduced to small, rhythmic grunts. “....Fu-...Fu-... FF....hu...hu”. I no longer see any semblance of my alien friend so he must have crawled deep, deep inside of Austin.

Stillness washes over Austin before he starts again, mumbling slowly. “S-stop.... get out” he repeats, as his body starts swaying back and forth and his head bobs forwards and backwards. His eyes roll to the back of his head in delirium. Abruptly, he screams “GET THE FUCK OUT” in an angry growl and one eye rolls back go lock on to me. “YOU!” He shouts. Before he can move any closer, the veins in his body flare to life and I notice they start writhing, throbbing, coursing with some silvery liquid before returning to normal. Austin’s face quickly goes from anger into unconscious stupor as a line of silvery drool escapes his mouth and his entire body begins trembling. He slumps foward and then falls. I run forward and struggle to try to hoist the massive pile of quivering meat up. Still, he topples over, falling right on top, crushing and pinning me beneath the weight of his muscled form.

Despite the situation, I am completely entranced. I can barely breath from the weight of Austin on top, only managing steady, shallow breaths. He continues convulsing, causing the day’s worth of grime and sweat to smear onto me. Hot. Just feeling him like this, feeling his skin meet and rub across mine, was turning me on. This was physically the closest I have ever been to this man. His convulsions slowly die down, until he is just sleeping on top of me, pinning me to his dirty garage floor. I remark him, the breathing in his shallow breaths, the heat from his previous struggle, his salty, putrid sweat that now caked both of us. I was taking in all the Austin that I had previously only dreamt of having.

His gentle sleep is broken when his eyes shoot wide open. They’re incredibly wide, dilated, glassy. Silver tears escape their corners. His lips curl into an open mouth, breathy smile, and he motions to speak “..... ahhhhhhh” he states moving the muscles on his face and vocal cords as if for the first time. Despite the absurdity of the situation, I could clearly tell what was happening. Enough movies and TV and wishful dreams to more or less grasp what had just occured. The man before me was not Austin-at least, not the Austin I knew. This was all Ben.

“Sorr-“ he murmurs, as he pushes himself and his weight off me. He watches himself, first moving his digits one at a time, while he examines how muscle and sinew stretch and contract to accommodate his commands. He gently rubs his hands together, as if to wash them, remarking on every feeling. With these gentle fingers, he traces over his left bicep, following it’s curves and valleys, as if he had sculpted them himself. He tugs a little at strands of his armpit hair, remarking on the new texture, before sniffing the droplets of sweat that had clung to his fingers and making a sour face. “You humans are so fascinating. It’s like this body is constantly producing its own serum. what a wasteful process. Such a high temperature as well... your are.. inefficient models.” He licks his right bicep like a cat, which causes a stirring in my pants. “Still, these byproducts of your living... they are quite delicious”.

Austin’s tour then follows his chest. “I see you are bound to your forms, with no ability to shift”.’ He cups his left nipple, remarking at the musculature within. “Hmm... that description is inaccurate...You appear to be somewhat capable of physical change, though not as drastically as my species.” He twirls a finger around his left nipple, smiling slightly at the stimulation. “Oh...though your species has a far heightened pleasure ceiling. This is...” He trails as he repeats the maneuver with his right nipple and stifles a moan. I stand, awestruck and slightly horny at the sight of my former bully pleasuring himself. He continues, taking his hands further down and feeling each ab before he stops at his pants. Austin pauses, curious, raising his head as if to scan his own brain for information, before flatly stating his catchphrase “Bet you’d like to suck this fat cock, wouldn’t you?” He spat to the side before immediately resuming his former tone, “Apologies, human emotions are... difficult to reign in. This vessel is responding to my intrusion unpredictably...“ He then wears Austin’s personality again. “But anyway thanks bitch, for giving me this hot, hot, jock cock. Time for me to pay up. I got cash... booze... weed... other shit” he winks. “So what’ll it be?”

In the heat of the moment, I could only reply back what I wanted. What I’ve always wanted. “Let me suck your fat cock” I reply automatically.

The mood shifts immediately and Austin’s face is perplexed. “This function you are requesting, it does not lead to procreation. It lacks any of your societal benefit...What good does it do you?” I decide to push a little further than I normally would have. “Let me show you” I state, giving him a wink. I strip Austin down and gently grab his thick cock, relishing in the moment. It flares to life, slowly hardening, increasing in size. I clasp my hand a little tighter around the rod start with slow, rhythmic strokes. Of course, I look to the face Ben was wearing for any cues, but it remains emotionless. I start to pull away before Ben finally speaks up “I see... benefit. Please, continue demonstrating”. Fuck. After all these years. All his teasing, he was finally here and he was finally mine.

“My body appears to recall this... this behavior is consiered gay, yes”

“Fuck yeah it is....”

“My body... these memories I have commandeered indicate this is something Austin is neither familiar nor entranced with. I will try to apply its equivalent knowledge accordingly” he stated flatly, somewhat confused at the situation. “Apologies... as I have mentioned, your language is a little complex.” I ignore him and continue.

“I personally.. to find this behaviour... hmmm.... acceptable...but.. he.. appears to.. I... Hmmm.... Fuuuuck!” he screamed, as his body abruptly leaned forward. His emotionless face begins to dance with a wellspring of feeling. It cringes first, then flashes into one of bliss, then pain, anger, intimidation, until settles into sneer. Mine of course flashes imminent doom. Oh Shit.

“Uh.. little buddy? You there?” I ask nervously. He grabs me, dragging my face near his. I am prepared for the worst.

“You know, he really fucking hates this. I can feel him resisting... Fuck you!” He spits. I still cannot tell who is who, until he clarifies. “Austin must really, really hate you.... but I dont” He leaned his face further in, giving me little chance to react before he jams a thick slimy tongue into my mouth. When he pulls back, his face then showed an odd emotion-cute, even. He was looking for approval. I, turned on by the past events, quietly nod in shock. Emotion immediately shifts back. “Come here, bitch!” he screams, pulling me back to him, bringing our faces close together while he hocks a wad of Austin’s spit at me. That part, I was familiar with and I instantly wince, expecting the normal pummeling I’d get. Instead, he sticks his hand down to scoop some of cum he had just released and aggressively smearing it all over my face and running Austin’s seed through my hair. “You’re mine forever, you get that right? Fuckin twerp. You fucking want this, right?” Austin stated with a sneer. He jams his tongue into my mouth again for another sloppy kiss and I explode cum in my underwear. Goddamn this was hot. Fuck. All those years of torture and in the end, here he was, seeking my approval, seeking to be mine. The sneer plastered on his face shifts immediately to one of concern and validation-seeking.

“Are you alright, friend? I apologize for the scare, I was attempting to follow-“

“No, no, no...” I mumble in heat. “Turn... FUCK...turn whatever the fuck that was back on. This is, god, this is everything.”

My little buddy complies, rolling Austin’s head and eyes back before immediately shifting his face back to his trademark sneer and giving my face a sloppy lick. “Bro, this body fucking hates you. You know? Feelings are created by brain and all that shit, like damn... all I wanna do inside this hunk of flesh is give you the pummeling you fucking deserve.” he states menacingly, before giving my face another lick. “But dont worry I fucking love you, bro. Look at me when I’m fucking talking. I am Austin. New and improved. Maybe this was what I was missing in my home-world. Maybe your degenercy has tainted me. Maybe this vessel has. To be honest, we don’t really give a fuck. Well, he does but I speak for us both now. This little... experience...has been a delight and a revelation. According to this meatbag’s brain ‘you’re gay as shit’ so, help me to help you. Austin’s gay as shit now too. For you at least. Help your daddy Austin betray his species find me some more of these kinds of males. Whichever you like. I’ll make our wildest dreams come true.” He comes in for another sloppy kiss, and sticks his muscular hand down my pants, corralling my seed and scooping out it out moments later. It is slick with my cum. “Hahaha this body finds this act so revolting. According to his memories, he finds you utterly disgusting. Well... I’m into it, let’s stick some of you inside Dear old Austin. I’ll stuff your cum so deep in him, he’ll never get it out. Our boy is quite the fighter too, he’s resisting me, even now”. Austin regains momentary control. “NO FUCKING WAY” His arm struggles and shakes as it brings the cum-covered hand to his mouth. In the end, Ben is successful and Austin has no choice but to jam the slimy hand to his mouth, slurping each digit individually, caking his insides with me. “Mmmmm but you taste so fucking good...bro... well to me at least. This body physically hates this. Too bad our little Austin isn’t in control right now. And when I’m done with him, he’ll come back wanting more”. He repeats the gesture with his other hand, and cracks his neck, piloting Austin far more naturally. “As long as we keep him well-fed, I can continue to pilot this hot piece of ass without resistance. We will transcend this meat-suit. With me running the show from this fucking hot bod, and you at our side, we will be unstoppable.” He states in deranged glee. I worry slightly until Austin’s persona flips to Ben’s normal formal tone. “Ah, apologies, as you know, this body thinks very highly of himself” he states with a slight chuckle ”but no worries... no more outbursts.”

“Some more information about myself, while I make some rearrangements to this body’s brain. My species has the ability to commandeer others into vessels, though I believe this is a byproduct of our formless nature more than our intended purpose. You see, home-world has isolationist tendencies. We keep to ourselves. I am somewhat aberrant in this matter. We are powered by genetic diversity, yet they choose to remain within the one world when there is a whole universe outside of home to explore. I am different. I want it all, I want to see, hear, feel, experience what this wonderful universe has to offer. For that, I was cast away, to travel this lone plane with my craft. This life is a quiet one, so I am fortunate to have met you.” He strokes my cheek lovingly with Austin’s hands. I initially wince out of habit, but he seems to have understood. “Thank you, for everything,” Ben says sincerely with a kind smile. I beam back but immediately blurt out what had been on my mind throughout his whole monologue “why me though?”

“As you know, each human’s genetic output is a mix of information.”

“Uh huh” I trail, struggling to follow along.

“Well, your specific combination produces a nectar to our species which we would find intoxicating. Perhaps it had been slightly altered by my crash.” Ben stares at me with Austin’s eyes, relaying an intelligence that my former bully had never previously had. “Beyond that, in my eons of travel, I have never met a more kind or accommodating individual”

“I like your genetic material, your signature, your blend...it is... hmmm...there is no equivalent phrase for this- at least within your capacity of emotion- but make no mistake, it’s delicious and I would like some more.” His demeanor shifts. “Do you like Austin? Do you like me?” He asks in a playful tone as he circles Austin’s nipple with his finger. Austin then grabs my arms, rubbing them across his abs. “Yeah, this meatsuit is a fucking keeper, isn’t he? I can tell you love this bitch” He teases with Austin’s mannerisms. Ben has been getting really good at this, he’s practically imperceptible from Austin when he’s acting. I nod eagerly in approval, still feeling up my former tormentor as he stretches his arms and gives a yawn.

“Good, good. Well he’s all set. Let me just get our friend Austin prepped. I will to give him some autonomy but, given my penchant for your genetic information, you may see a slight adjustment to his personality.” He winks. “Please bring my pod over, I must conserve some energy, I believe to you humans to understand the equivalent to be hibernation.” I pull the pod up to Austin. “Lower bitch” he commands, grabbing my arms and pulling the pod to his dick. He strips Austin naked before wrapping Austin’s vascular hands over mine, moving them in a way that splits the pod open. He then uses Austins hands to slowly wrap my fingers around his dick. “Pump,” he commanded. I comply, masturbating his dick until it explodes a stream of silver all over the pod. The silver gel congeals into the pod and Austin’s body drops unconscious. I catch the pod and gently place it on his table.

I watch Austin expectantly. He wakes, showing me a look of confusion before sternly asking “the fuck are you looking at, fag?” He then sniffs the air, raising his thick biceps to quickly verify if the smell had been emanating from his armpits. He grimaces, “Goddamn I reek...Did you do this?” Eyes lock with mine as I see only fury blazing. His eyes go wide as his face displays the recollection of our nightly encounter. He quickly runs over, blocking any escape route out of his garage. “You bitch!” He shouts. Before I can react, Austin pushes me up to the wall, shouldering my body and neck and locking me and my airways in place. He raises a fist, and I flinch until... well... nothing. I watch his face, attempting to discern what had just occurred. He releases his grasp slightly, allowing me to finally catch my breath.

He was still furious. Unimaginably so, but I see it tinged with something else as well... shame? And I then notice another feeling, as I begin to feel his heartbeat and breathing quicken. It’s an emotion I have only been able to see in him once- only when Ben had been controlling him. It was lust. He again motions angrily to punch me with a muscular right hook, before stopping his own hand, mere inches from my face.

“I UGH...FUUUUCK....” he shouts, looking away seemingly angry at himself before he punches the wall beside me, leaving a dent. He looks back at me, motioning to give my cheek a tender stroke before he catches himself and shakes his head in anger. “That spiteful bitch! I dont know what little trick you pulled you little asshole, but... hmmmm” he moans, smelling the scent of my fear and desperation... ”man have you always smelled this good?” he mumbled quietly to himself. I decide to take a little risk with this opportunity “Yeah bro? I taste pretty good too,” I state seductively.

That seems to have set him off. He was still somewhat angry obviously, but the lust only seems to have only deepened and overtaken him. He rushes our bodies closer. Sweat drenched abs hover tantalizing close to my stomach, as his sculpted biceps and vascular forearms bound my cheeks. He leans in, inches from my face.

“You want this ass, right? I can be a fag too, only for you” he whispers, leaning even closer to me as I breath in my prior bully’s hot steamy breaths. I instantly go hard. He notices and proceeds by planting a slow, sloppy kiss on my lips. I have to admit, Austin was a great kisser, better than Ben even. Hungrily, Ravenously, his lips pry mine open as his thick tongue dances inside my mouth, greedily tasting me. I reciprocate. In turn, he hugs our bodies together, and I feel his large form encapsulate my own with a warmth and an odd tenderness that I had never even fathomed him capable of generating.

He pulls back, breaking me out of my trance. “But, can you put that little thing back in me... I... uh... together...we uh...look, I want him back. I need him back.“ He begs. “Something...missing inside me.... fill it”.

Goddamnit Ben. I gesture with my head to the motionless pod containing my friend while I chuckle to myself. “He’s sleeping”. Slight adjustment my ass.

He looks back at the pod, obviously disappointed. Then he looks at me, gaze softened, the facade from his usual persona all but broken, “Sorry, can’t help myself... well fuck it, I know you always wanted this anyway,” he mumbled as he nuzzled my neck and shoulder, taking in my essence in deep inhales. I feel myself blush as he continues and then does a quick survey of my body. “When he’s using me.. I can feel... I-I know he loves you... look, I know he wants more... but you fucking better- I’m gonna stay your fucking favorite right? You can use me too, or whatever. I can be your bitch. I can be whatever you want me to me... Just, keep me around, ok? And keep him inside me” I muse at how the old me would have killed to hear similar words from Austin, years ago.

He pauses for a moment, looking away in disgust at his own actions before yielding and scratching his head as he forces out his next words:

“look man... just... the thing that’s missing from me... well this is gonna be weird ask bro, but...can you cum in my mouth?”

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I’m a little bit shit with the titles but thats neither here nor there. Used some other similar stories I’ve read in the past for inspiration. Hope y’all like it. Next one’s probably gonna be a continuation on that Chrysalis one. What kind of possession stories are your favorite?

#male possession #malepossession #male puppet #alien possession

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moxfirefly · 4 years ago

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So an ask @teenage-mutant-ninja-freak got really has me thinking. So I’m hoping on the train and giving my own two cents on the guys with an s/o who’s ovulating and what goes down.

@tmntspidergirl did her own version so give it a looksie and some love!!

Liste my peeps, wow, what y’all getting yourselves into

Donnie KNOWS, ok and it’s not just cause he’s the smarty pants of it. You once told him when you were on your period and boy just made the calculations and knows when the next cycle happens

But here’s the thing, the little issue. The first time you spend a week with him post menstruation and ovulating?

You know somethings off with him. He’s acting all off and he’s so grabby with you especially in public (like in front of his brothers) I mean this man is straight up making you sit on his lap, he’s pawing at you and when did he become ok with kissing you like t h a t in front of people?

Don’s a private lad when it comes to you and his alone time

But he’s got you pinned against the sink one night while you were doing the dishes. And he’s so tall like when he leans down and nuzzles your ear and inhales the life out of you when he noses your hair the shivers my dudes

‘I wanna put a baby in you’ he whispers against your ear

Well you just broke Leo’s tea mug

‘Excuse me??’ You try to turn your head but he presses you hard against the sink and his hands slide to your stomach

‘You heard me’ and it’s such a territorial tone like you have to make sure this isn’t Raph and some fever dream. But not it’s Donnie, your big lovable nerd and why are you so for this idea all of a sudden?????

Let’s just say when you end up in his bed, Donnie absolutely railing the life out of you. Not once, not twice but an amount that leaves you so close to drunk on your own dopamine that you’ve forgotten how to speak properly

You don’t question when this large fucking terrapin is holding your legs to your chest after spilling himself in you.

He’s breathing so hard, sweaty and grinning ‘Don’t move love, keep all of me in you’

You nod breathlessly not even registering what he’s just said but boy do you not move an inch until he tells you that you can

Drunk Drunk Drunk off your scent

I can’t even begin to explain

He’s in a stupor almost

Mikey.exe has stopped working

He’s lowkey confused tbh like yes you’re hot but f u c k what is it about today that has you so HOT™️

He’s so transfixed by you that you gotta ask

‘Ok do I have something on my face? Is there a stain on my shirt??’

Mikey is just eying you up and down and shakes his head

He scoots closer to you and he’s not rocking that goofy smile. He’s legit studying you. It’s so bizarre seeing him so hyper focused and serious.

And obviously you’re somewhat alarmed when he straight up starts sniffing you

Your neck, your shoulders, your chest

When he starts trailing down your stomach and you’re alarmingly looking around the living room cause MIKEY PEOPLE

It takes all of your resolve and actual praying when he just straight up buries his face in your clothes crotch and the ‘holy shiiiiiit’ and full body shudder that leaves him to not moan out into the open living room

The movie is background noise at this point and whatever has taken over your orange clad boyfriend is somewhat worrisome but not at all un welcomed

Especially when you find yourself trying to muffle your noises because Mikey had straight up slide you down the makeshift couch and onto the floor. Crawled over you and begged to be inside of you

Begged, like he was going to die if this didn’t take place immediately

It’s so not you and his usual style, there isn’t the usual flirting and playful dirty talk Mikey gives you. He straight up telling you that he will Protect you, if anybody goes near you or tries something against you, omg they gonna be d-e-a-d. This lad has never been this serious.

He’s promising you everything. You’re his, and he is yours.

‘Your my mate baby, you’re my mate oh god’ and how is such a simple word turning you into actual goo??

My condolences to your cervix seriously bro r.i.p pour one out for that homie

But here’s the thing and ima do it to y’all

Sub!Leo has entered the chat

This is a time period you must take full advantage that he’s not gonna lowkey embarrassed about his subby tendencies

He’s ready for you to boss him, use him, make him beg and plead for you

All with the most stupidfied and endearing precious look on his face

So obviously you’re convinced that maybe he’s having one of those days™️ cause Leo has days where he needs to to take over (we can delve into that subject later my dudes)

And in this state he’s been all afternoon while visiting you has been weird but naturally y’all end up in the bedroom

And you end up riding him (which he absolutely fucking loves when he’s being a freaking sub)

And god he’s so mesmerized with your hips tonight, grabbing them. Pushing you harder down on him (because he’s allowed per your commands) he wants to bury himself so painfully in you, he’s a man possessed about it

He begs for it, begs for you to allow him to push into you more and more ‘please please’ he says and he looks like he’ll go mad if he doesn’t

So you allow him to switch you guys up

He’s on top but he’s still not running the show

‘You’re so good baby- fuck Lee yes yes’ and he is hiiiiigh of that and your scent how are you smelling this good, feeling this good? It’s more than the usual senses that he’s experienced with you

And I hope you don’t become a complete puddle when this lad starts pleading

Pleading™️

Fearless Leader himself yes you heard it here first folks

He’s pleading to cum inside of you, an absolute mess, he wants to mate with you, he wants to make you round with his child. He wants all of this only if only you allow it

He coos just how beautiful and glowing you would look and wow does the very thought of it make his thrust so pathetically sloppy

You’ve never felt so empowered then watching Leo cum completely undone and bury himself so far in you unwilling to pull out because he wants every last drop in you

‘I’m yours, I’m yours...please have me’ he sounds almost drunk

You hold him so close, kiss all up on him and tell his trembling self you’ll gladly carry half of him and you inside of yourself

Your legs have left the chat

You don’t know what being vertical means

Hi possessive Raph™️

Hi territorial Raph™️

The only time on the clock is baby making time

He is living, breathing and eating up your scent

Hooked on it, that shit is a drug to him and if you think his sex drive was high before

R.I.P to you my friend

This man isn’t letting you leave the bed unless it’s for a bathroom break and some Gatorade and a protein bar

No area is safe in your house. He is going to fuck you in every part, against and/or on any possible surface

It’s just a primal lightbulb turned on to the brightest setting in his head

All he knows is that he has to mate you, mark you and knock you up

All his dirty talk is focused on knockin you up. He wants to make a mother out of you, he wants you big and round with his child

And it ain’t gonna be one 😅

Big bara wants a bunch and he’s gonna do everything in his ability to give you a good amount in the first round

Seriously I fear for your well-being

But you’re absolutely OBSSESED with this side of him 🥴

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #donatello #michelangelo #mikey #donnie #leo #raph #headcanons #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #ns*w

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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 4 years ago

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The Brother’s Reaction to MC having a Nightmare

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this gif... holy SHIT

Lucifer

Whether you started the evening snuggled up under his chin or all alone in your room, he’s an extremely light sleeper since he’s got to keep an ear out for Mammon being stupid at 2 am

So when you start to move restlessly and/or whimper and cry, naturally he’ll awaken and see what the issue is

Lucifer will sit up and gently rest a tentative hand on your trembling shoulder, so as not to startle you

His presence only seemed to make it worse! Your tears got bigger and your cries got louder, your breathing became more uneven until you woke with a start, your own shrill scream scaring you into a frightened, crying ball in front of him

Boi is at a loss…

Was this his fault?

“MC, darling, what has gotten into you? Are you alright?”

“L-Lucifer?” You whimper, watery eyes roving aimlessly in the darkness “L-L-Lucifer?! Where are-”

Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, he reassures you: “I’m here, right here princess,” “I’ve got you, it was just a dream MC... nothing to worry about.”

Strokes your head, smoothing your rumpled hair and supporting your back while you hide your puffy, tearstained face in his collar and cling to him for dear life until you calm down

You’re still shaking when the usually stiff demon presses a kiss to the crown of your head and begins to rock from side to side, murmuring gentle, reassuring words in your ear

“Nothing can hurt you as long as you’re in my arms, MC.” “Deep breaths my love, deep breaths…”

Mammon’s vivid scary stories before bed had obviously been a bad decision, Lucifer decided as he dabbed your cheeks with a kleenex

his poor, sweet human having nightmares about silly campfire tales…

How endearing, yet upsetting

He’ll carry you to the kitchen bridal style and hold you close after getting you a glass of water, then carry you back to bed and tuck you safely against his broad chest for the rest of the night making a mental note to hang Mammon upside down from the banister the following morning

Mammon

He woke up from his dream about goldie who had read “∞” on the ATM and opened his door in answer to the frantic knock to find his favorite human crying

You rushed into his arms, burying your face in his chest to hide your shuddering sobs, nearly sending the now blushing Avatar of Greed off balance in your haste

“Jeez, human! Wha… What happened? Why’re ya crying like that?”

No, like seriously, plz stop crying babie or he’s gonna cry too

Returns the hug, holding MC firmly as he regains his footing and manages to shut the door behind you

“MC, sssh, I’m right here! You don’t hafta worry, ok? Luckily you’ve got the best demon on the job to make ya feel better! Hug me as hard as ya need, ok?”

*forehead and cheek smooches*

Lets you curl up in his lap until you can talk to him without stuttering or choking on tears

Holds you the whole time, almost as if he’s afraid to let go for fear you’ll cry again

“Bad dream? What was it about?”

“Th-Those characters from Levi’s horror game w-were eating you alive and I c-couldn’t move!” You whimper tearfully, “You were begging me for help a-and I couldn’t do anything to save you from them because every time I moved th-these ropes got t-tighter around my neck a-an-”

First of all, he’s horrified that Levi showed you those games when he knew they gave you nightmares. Unfortunately, you had to if you didn’t want to be called a normie for the billionth time that week

Second, he, the great Mammon, begging a mere human for help? Yeah right

Even though he knew in his heart of hearts that that would definitely be the case

“They’re not real, remember that. And if you still think those freaks are lurking in the dark, come find me and the great Mammon will protect you!”

You can't help but giggle and hug him more tightly, knocking him back onto his pillow

Neither of you felt like moving, so Mammon pulls the sheets up over your shoulders and you snuggle together until the morning comes

At the breakfast table, Mammon doesn’t hesitate to screech at Levi for giving you nightmares while cradling your tired, sleep-deprived body against him

Leviathan

Doesn’t hear MC’s knock at first, he’s too absorbed in the 14th episode of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible

As the knocking gets louder and more frantic, the otaku finally notices and pauses the anime, goes to the door and opens it a tiny bit

Just enough to see the teary-eyed MC, hugging their waist in discomfort, shivering in fear, and looking left and right down the hall for danger

“... Yeah?”

“L-Levi? C-Can I come in? *sniff* I just had a really scary dream-”

“I-uh… Ummm I g-guess,”

He lets you in and on a whim, places a tentative hand on your back

He expected you to push him away, but when you choked and rushed into his half-open arms and buried your face in his chest, leviachan.exe has stopped working

EXIT

What was he supposed to do with his hands?!?!??

MC was crying and he was just standing there like a normie? Wh… WhAt wOULd HenRy dO?

“MC, h-hey, it cant’ve been that bad… here, um let’s s-sit down a-and you can talk to me. Sound good?”

He feels you nod and leads you to his large gaming beanbag chair and you get squooshed against his side, shivering and sniveling, but warm and safe

Levi dries your face with the edge of his shirt and after a few moments of comfortable silence, you begin to explain your dream

The slimy creatures scaling the walls of the House of Lamentation with their slimy entrails dripping whitish goo in their wake. Eight spindly legs to each monster, sixteen sinister red eyes, and countless rows of gleaming fangs ready to take a chunk out of anyone who came too close

They managed to get into the house and they chased you and the brothers, but the otaku had tripped over a fallen suit of armor and a spider creature made its move before he could get away

At that point, you’d woken up absolutely terrified and rushed to see if Levi was ok

“But you’ve played horror games with me and we watched My Sister and I Found a Spider and Took It Home, Realizing Soon After it Was a Demon Who Eventually Escaped From the Glass Jar We Used for a House and Ate Our Toes, Transporting Us To Hell Where We Were F-”

“Yeah… I know… B-But it wasn’t that bad. I was reading one of the books Satan recommended. It was a really well-written horror story and it had very realistic pictures. I just can’t seem to get those gross monsters out of my head:(”

Your voice slowly trailed off and Levi realized what he had accomplished

You… You weren’t crying anymore!!

Also, you weren’t breathing really hard or shaking too much! Had… had this yucky otaku really calmed the human down?

*gasp* he was rubbing your back too!? And you hadn’t slapped his icky hands away?

You… you were ok with this? B-Being all snuggled up together on the beanbag chair?

“L-Levi, I-I’m ok now. I’ll leave you alone… I hope I didn’t wake you up…”

“N-No!”

“Something wrong?”

“No… I-um,” (he couldn’t let you get away now! This was perfect! He had you all to himself!! No WAY was he gonna screw this up!!) “You c-can stay a little longer if you’d like… I-I was in the middle of I Was Eating Avocado Salmon Sushi at a Hundred-Yen Revolving Sushi Restaurant When Suddenly I Was Thrown Back in Time a Thousand Years to the Heian Era, Where I Was Selected to Be a Personal Chef for a Princess and Was Later Chosen as a Possible Candidate to Be Her Husband… Now someone Please Tell Me How That’s Even Possible… Do you maybe want to stay and watch?”

“You don’t mind? I don’t want to intrude-”

“No! It’s fine!”

And so he fumbled with the remote and hit the play button, but couldn’t focus on a single word the protagonists were saying

You. Fell. Asleep.

On. Him.

“Maybe… Maybe MC doesn’t think I’m a… ‘yucky otaku’ after all… But don’t get your hopes up, Levi.”

Satan

He fell asleep in his chair, book resting on his chest when he heard a short, quick (almost frantic) string of taps on his door

Being a light sleeper (just like his papa), he immediately woke up to hear your voice on the other side of the door

“Satan? Are… Are you awake? *sniffle*”

It was you

What could you possibly want at this hour?

Upon opening the door, your body crashed into his own, but not before impulsively throwing your arms around his neck and breaking down on his shoulder

“M-MC? Are you alright?”

No, you weren’t

Judging by your stormy sobs and trembling figure, something must have shaken you up horribly for you to act like this

The sweet MC he knew usually kept their cool

He leads you to his big armchair and sits you down, careful to keep a firm hand on your back for support, both emotional and physical

Your eyes were wide and glassy, pupils darting to each corner of the room looking for monsters, bad demons, giant bugs, etc.

Finding none, you finally make shy eye contact with the blonde demon who has kept his arms close about you and dabbed your endless tears away until you were calm enough to speak

“MC, did you have a night terror or something?”

“*sniffle* M-hm. I-I’m sorry S-Satan, I was just so scared I c-couldn’t stay in my room all alone and you were the first person I thought of. So… I ran here. Did I wake you?”

“I fell asleep in my chair again MC. So I would have awakened during the night anyway,” He replied, “Plus, I don’t mind at all. I’m… I’m happy you came. What was your dream about?”

“It was really twisted… are you sure you want to know?”

“You’ll feel better when you talk about it and I’m always up for a story.” He smiled.

He sat back in his chair tentatively resting your head on his chest as you began describing the terrors from only minutes before

“Asmodeus and I, we watched some of those cringey teen romance movies this afternoon and somehow they morphed into a really scary dream. You and I, the rest of your brothers, the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and even Barbatos were playing spin the bottle for some reason and I landed on you, but when I kissed you, you turned to dust! Th-Then when I landed on Mammon and Beel, the s-same thing happened again, but no one seemed to notice! Th-”

Noticing you were getting worked up again, Satan rubbed soothing circles into your back, hushing you gently and assuring you that everything was fine and ‘innocent’ kissing games weren’t actually deadly

Unless they were

But he didn’t mention that to you at that moment

Instead, he cradled you in his lap and read to you until your eyelids began to droop once more for some much-needed sleep

Being the good boy he is, he tucked you into his bed

BUT

Before he could walk back to his chair

“Satan, aren’t… aren’t you gonna lay with me?” You ask, tired, sweet voice ringing in his ears, “I-If you don’t mind that is. I mean it is your bed, after all, I didn’t mean t-”

He’s blushing up to his ears at your request, but nonetheless rolls onto the mattress next to you and you snuggle up close and fall asleep almost instantly

“As long as you’re here with me, you’ll be safe MC.”

Asmodeus

Why… Why was he up so early? What was that noise? Wait… Where were you?

He could’ve sworn he fell asleep with you in his arms

Sitting up groggily he looked around after rubbing the crust of sleep from his eyes

Something was moving and whimpering next to him, caught in a snare of fluffy blankets

The fearful cries of “Asmodeus! Oh, Asmo please don’t die! No, no, no, NO!!” broke the sweet demon’s heart

Your ragged breathing turned to a blood-curdling scream and you shot upright, but the blankets blocking your vision increased your tearful unease tenfold and you began struggling even harder against them

Taking action, Asmo tugged at the sheets, doing everything he could to help you

When your face emerged from the heap, you took a great gasp of air and immediately began sobbing your heart out

Asmo paused, knowing it unwise to approach someone who’d just escaped the clutches of a nightmare, but he couldn’t just sit there and stare at you!

Luckily, you chose that moment to look around

Your eyes met his amber ones in the semi-darkness and you tackled him, wrapping him in an impossibly tight hug

“A-ASMO!”

“Darling, wh-”

“Oh my god! I thought I killed you! I r-ruined your pretty face! You just sh-shriveled up a-and-”

“Sweetheart, hey~” He murmured, closing his arms around your back and cradling the back of your head in his hand, “Don’t cry anymore, Asmo’s here…”

His gentle comforting coos as he rocked from side to side brought your tears to a halt and soon you were able to look him in the face

Your glassy, frightened eyes had almost a look of reverence when you ever so slightly cupped your palm over his cheek, afraid he would crumble away at your caress once more

When he didn’t, you let out a shaky sigh of relief and visibly relaxed; shoving your face in his shoulder and wrapping your legs and arms around him so he couldn’t escape

It was quiet for a moment

Asmodeus settled his forearms around your waist and said

“Dearest, are you alright?”

“I… I don’t know.” You fisted his shirt in your palms and looked at him, “That was a really vivid one.”

“Tell me what it was about!” He smiled sympathetically and stroked your cheek, “I have bad dreams sometimes too, MC. If you tell me yours I’ll tell you a few of mii-iiine!”

You couldn’t help but crack a small grin as his sweet tone and nod

“Yesterday Beel told me about the one time he touched Satan’s favorite plant. He’d seen Satan pet the stalk and petals before and he wanted to do it too. (Satan is a plant dad, fight me) But when he touched it, it shriveled up and died on the spot. I… I had a dream where I touched you and you shriveled up! I tried to help you, but every time I touched you, you screamed in pain! Then… Then you died in my arms and I woke up.”

You clung to the demon as he moved, lost in thought. Settling back into the abundant pillows and tugging a sheet over your shoulders, he began to speak

“That sounds absolutely terrifying! What would you do without me?”

“Asmo…”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” He nuzzled your cheek and hugged you tighter, “Why don’t we find a way to help you forget about it? I have a couple of suggestions… if you’d like to hear them~”

Beelzebub

He’d only been gone for a minute… or four… maybe five…? Right?

Why were you writhing around like that? You sounded like a lost little puppy and… were those tears?

“MC? Are you awake?”

No reply, just your continued whines of discontent and a steady stream of tears soaking the pillow

He dropped his snacks on the floor and carefully knelt on the edge of the mattress, putting a gentle hand on your forehead

Lucifer used to do that when he was sick, long ago when they still lived in the celestial realm. Maybe it would help you? Somehow? Hopefully?

The strangled sob that fell from your lips as you forced his hand away broke his big heart in two

Hold on, your eyes were closed! Wait, you were having a bad dream!

Throwing all caution to the wind (and not knowing the consequences of waking someone in this state) and began shaking you rather roughly, scaring you awake and making you bonk heads when you sat up too quickly

Now you were crying for more reasons than one

Your head hurt, two big scary hands had your shoulders in a tight grip, there was a large figure looming over you in the dark, your dream was still raging and replaying in your head, and it was really dark and uncomfortably warm

Even in the dim light, Beel witnessed the look of pure terror that crossed your face

You thought his heart was broken? Well it just fucking shattered

You were scared? Of him?

“MC, it’s just me! Don’t be afraid!”

He’d woken you up, but apparently he’d only made things worse…

Beel is vewy sowwy :(

Those lovely amethyst eyes…

“B… Beeley?”

“MC? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I didn-”

You silence the ginger demon by throwing yourself into his arms in unparalleled relief, afraid you hadn’t really woken up and the shadow of your favorite brother was just MC’s Nightmare, Continued

Happy you’re in his arms, he squeezes back with all his might and burying his face in your shoulder

“I just had the worst nightmare Beel. I’m so happy you’re here…” You murmur, wiping your nose on your sleeve.

“Is your head ok?”

“M-hm.”

The pair of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, Beel offers you a tissue to dry your face, but you can’t seem to stop crying

“MC, maybe if you told me about it, you’d feel better!”

His sweet, honest smile made you melt

But the contents of your dream… You looked guiltily toward the bed on the other side of the room where you knew the Avatar of Sloth was sleeping peacefully

“You… You promise not to tell Belphie?”

“What do you mean?”

“W-Well I dreamt about that time… you know… when he killed me? He gave me a hug before bed like he always does a-and I love Belphie’s hugs but I can’t help but think about... that. I feel bad, it’s the same as holding a grudge! I’m sorry Beel.”

*insert pikachu face meme* = beel

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault you had the dream.”

“I know… I feel bad though. Did I wake you up?” You ask, changing the subject.

“Nuh-uh. I was already up grabbing snacks.” He pointed to the untidy pile a few feet away. “Maybe some TSL and food will bring your smile back. Don’t worry about your dream MC, the secret is safe with me. Plus, you’re only human and I guess being killed would be really scary for you. I didn’t protect you that time, but if anyone ever tries to hurt you again, I’ll be there before you can say Burgers from Akuzon, ok?”

The smile lifts your lips before he finishes his sentence warms his heart and puts a happy smile on his own as you give him a final squeeze and whisper

“Thanks a lot, Beeley.”

Belphegor

It is said the Avatar of Sloth could sleep through anything, even the loudest storm and the echoes of 4th of July from the human world

But when the precious human cuddled up in his arms every night begins to move around and/or whimper in fear, Belphegor is awake in minutes only to find you squirming away from him and begging to some invisible entity “Just… Just d-don’t hurt them! I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, please don’t hurt me I-”

The seventh born is squeezing your hand and whispering encouragement in your ear, telling you you’re safe and that it’s just a dream

Slowly opening your eyes you look around, still terrified and jumpy from your vision, but the warm hand intertwined with yours and the comforting arm around your back, plus the familiar scents of the twins’ room slowly bring you back to reality

“MC?”

“Belphie? I-Is that you?”

“Who else would it be, dummy.”

You ignore the half hearted insult and bury your face in his chest, allowing your heart to reach a normal pace and his natural scent and warmth to wash over you

“Tell me about it. Sounded pretty scary.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up Belphie, I know how you hate losing sleep…”

“Just… Be quiet and tell me your dream!”

“S-Sorry… Um, so I didn’t know you too well yet and an angel came and took the precious grimoire, but me and Beel were caught up in it and there was this whole thing with Purgatory Hall and Luke and-”

“Your stories can put me right to bed you know that? Anyway, so what happened? Did Lucifer tear the angel’s head off?” He looked rather hopeful…

“Of course not! Lucifer was gonna make me choose who I wanted to save, either Beel or Luke and I didn’t want either of them to get hurt so I said ‘both’ and Lucifer got really mad and scary and in my dream he ended up hurting Luke and Beel and he would’ve gotten me if you hadn’t woken me up.”

“You’re welcome.”

“... *sigh* Thanks for listening Belphie.”

With a sigh of his own, he pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder

“It was just a dream. You don’t have to be afraid, you know. I’m right here for you. Always.”

“Aww, than-”

“Forget I said that! Shut up and go to sleep!”

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vanillann · 4 years ago

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rain and honey (james potter x reader)

a/n: i hope this lives up to the title!! i haven’t written of any hp characters in a minute and then i write this piece of pure fluff!!

warning: swearing and some much fluff you might choke

word count: 1.5k

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As soon as James Potter heard the light pitter-patter of rain on the window in his dorm, he was running around like a chicken when his head cut off. He knew Sirius hid it somewhere in the dorm, he wasn’t annoyed enough to hide it somewhere else.

“They’re going to find out,” Peter stepped from the bathroom, a towel in his hand as he rang his hair out and walked closer to his bed. James hurried into the bathroom, hoping Sirius didn’t hide it there.

“No, they aren’t, stay out of this!”

James swung open the cupboard in the bathroom, frowning when he didn’t spot it and all its glory.

“You dragged us into this!”

James ignored Remus, looking under the sink as a light smile painted his face as he saw it sitting there. The little glass honey bear that was full of the sticky yellow goo, something he never thought he’d be so happy to see.

“Oi, you found it,” James whipped around, frowning as Sirius stood in the doorway with his arms crossed and his shirt rolled to his elbows.

“I would kill you if we weren’t so close,” James grabbed the honey, pointing an accusing at Sirus while he slipped out from around him. He heard the little teapot the boys kept in their dorm, mostly used to heat up water when washing Remus’s wounds, and pulled his wand out of his back pocket.

“Why do you do it again?” Remus spoke up, his back leaned against one of the arms of the chair and his dangling from the other side.

“Cause they like it, duh!” James tapped his water on the kettle twice, smiling when it quickly made the whistle noise he knew it was made to make. He hurried to the teacup on his bedside table, the little Gryffindor emblem hadn’t given him away yet.

“It’s just (Y/N), besides why when it rains?” Peter spoke up this time.

“Because he is madly in love with our dearest friend,” Sirius slid beside James, his back connected with the door and his face morphed into one of pain.

“Not madly, deeply I’ll accept!” James carefully pulled the teaspoon out of his drawer, opening the top of the little bear and pouring the perfect, in (Y/N)’s opinion, into the cup. He took the spoon and swirled the liquid around, smiling at the gorgeous brown liquid made a small whirlpool in the center of the mug.

“Deeply it is then!” Sirius knew his hands in the air if he made a touchdown, smirking at his closest friend. He was so in love with this one person, he couldn’t believe it was real.

He loved them like the love in the movies, knowing they couldn’t sleep when it rained so he made a cup of tea, just how they like it, and left it beside their favorite window seal. He wrote their notes for a class when they skipped and forgot to write his own. He was consumed with them, in the best way possible. Sirius knew (Y/N) loved him just as much, as they left notes for James at dinner when they didn’t feel like coming or holding his hand when he was nervous.

“I gotta go!” James was out the door in a second, ignoring Sirius as he gave him that look, the look that told him he was in love. It was pointless, of course, James was in love with (Y/N), who wouldn’t?

As soon as he shut the door to the dorm he gently walked down the stairs, careful as he held a hand around the rim to be sure it didn’t spill. He didn’t have time to go back and make more and he wasn’t just going to leave them hanging without their nightly tea.

He passed each broken step, smiling when he saw Marlene out cold on the couch. He made a mental note when he came back to throw a blanket over her, he knew how cold she’d get at night. He continued his walk to the window seal right outside the Gryffindor common room, he liked to think they sat there just for him but he didn’t think that could be true.

His shoulder pushed the painting open, hoping the Fat Lady wouldn’t yell at him like she always did, even if she gave light smiles every time and kept his secret this past year.

He spun around, his smile dropping when he saw the silhouette of the person in question leaning against the window. Their eyes roamed the falling droplets, their lips pulled between their teeth as they looked so focused.

Does he turn around?

Did Sirius tell ‘em, he wouldn’t do that right?

“Jamie!”

He almost jumped when the nickname fell from their lips as if they were waiting for him, how he only wished that was the truth.

“(Y/N),” his voice was softer, everything about him was softer than him when they were around.

“You bought my tea,” they titled their head, a sincere look in their eye as they pointed at the mug James held so tight in between his finger he was scared he’d break it.

“Y-yeah I did,” he was shocked he got any words out, carefully taking steps closer to them before he stood in front of them. He watched his shadow cast across their face, the little rain droplets painting glitters across their face, James could swear it was something out of a painting.

“Thank you.”

They gently took the mug from his hand, smiling brighter and taking a small sniff of the liquid before the smile grew larger.

“You made it perfect again,” they whispered gently, moving their socked feet and eyes, begging James to sit. James had sat beside (Y/N) a million and ten times but suddenly he felt like he was walking into an intimate piece of them.

“You doubted me?”

“How could I? You’ve been bringing me tea since the fourth year,” they pulled the mug to their lips, smirking behind the glass while going back to watch the rain pour over the window as if their words didn’t rock his world.

“Y-you knew?”

“Duh, you’re the only person I've told how I make my tea. I remember it was during the week-”

“We played 20 questions throughout the week, I asked tea or coffee and you said ‘tea with a shit ton of honey’. Trust me, I remember,” James scratched the back of his neck, an awkward smile gracing his lips as he turned to look at the rain too.

He wondered how they couldn’t sleep during this, it was so peaceful like it could rock him to sleep.

“You must have the best memory in Hogwarts,” (Y/N) leaned up, closer to him. He could smell the honey, the one thing he’s associated with them for so long. He wondered if he drank as much honey as them would his voice be so smooth or would the idea of tasting honey on his lips be the only time he’d enjoy the sticky goo.

“When it comes to people I care about, yeah.”

“According to Lily, you care about me quite a bit Potter,” he hated that they were smirking, it was making this much easier than he thought it should be.

“What does Evans think she knows?”

Obviously she was right, but he thought he could question his way out of this, but this wasn’t detention with Slughorn.

“Say you give me doe eyes, is it true?”

He wished he didn’t see the hope in their eye, because that hope was going to make him confess this long-standing crush on his honey. His sticky and messy person of honey.

“Do you want it to be?”

“I suppose I would like it if the boy who bought me tea also liked me, I don’t like sharing my tea order with many others, and if it’s not you then well-”

He couldn’t stop himself, he had to reach out to their wrist and pull them into him. He couldn’t stop his lips from smashing into theirs with force, the idea of the sweet taste of honey was all he wanted. He wanted to be submerged into pots of it if he would never forget the taste of their lips. He’d do a slip and slide of honey to never have to learn another person's tea order.

“You have something,” he frowned when they pulled back but realized that the front of his sleep shirt was dripping wet, and kinds of burning.

“Shit,” he pulled the sticky shirt from his skin, frowning down at the cloth that had ruined his moment. Okay, maybe he ruined his own moment but it’s much easier to blame the shirt.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up?”

James pouted, looking up at them with pleading eyes. He didn’t want to leave, he didn’t want to break their perfect bubble.

“I’ll wait down here, we can watch the storm together.”

James never moved so fast, his finger held up as if to say ‘don’t move’ and his feet were running. He didn’t even think to throw the blanket over Marlene or to tell the boys what happened.

All he could link his lips and taste the honey as it soaked into his lips, and imprinted on his mind forever.

Honey and rain never meant more to James Potter in his life.

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tedturneriscrazy · 3 years ago

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Here we are with Eda's Requiem! This is one I've been eagerly anticipating, thanks in no small part to one Raine Whispers. You know the drill.

Opening with Eda being a soft owl mom❤

Also, she has her own keepsake Grom photo❤❤❤

Oh, impending empty nest syndrome? (Heh, how approriate, considering she has a literal nest)

Ooh, a preview of bard magic?!

Oh, that seems...ominous...

That was an impressive flying sequence! Whatcha training for, Luz?

There they are! Raine! My beloved!

Oh my god they're adorable

Wow, Eda, you sure do sound like you definitely don't want Luz to stick around for a while longer

Guess Lilith took the brain cell with her when she left

Ah, a race! So Luz wasn't playing Grudgby after all

Boy, Eda is doing her best to avoid that particular subject, huh?

Really pushing the "apple blood = booze" angle here

Oh, hey, it's that one demon hunter lady! Makes sense they'd all be wild witches, I suppose

The bartender's name is Kevin and I don't know how to feel about that (that's my name)

Either that mask spun around or Eda's punch was powerful enough to twist his head around. In which case, damn

Oh, there's the band! Bard magic!

Even with a mask they can't get over the stage fright

(I still love them)

Also, very impressive how they can pull stuff off with singular string plucks. Guess they're the head of the Bard Coven for a reason

Bards Against the Throne. BATs. Clever!

Ah, there's the sewer scene that kept showing up in promo images

Trailer shot of Raine!

Aaand blushing at being embarrassed by Eda. Looks like they'll kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll.

Still, glad to see they're not bitter exes

Flashback time!

Fuck, the framing is so romantic, it has to be intentional

Facing your fears by punching them in the face? Sounds like Eda, all right.

Those who were hoping for blushing Eda are being fed

They really wasted an opportunity for Luz to train with Willow

"LEAN ON ME!" Let's hope Hooty doesn't cover Bill Withers anytime soon

"You're not our mom!" Give it a minute, Amber.

So food fanfic girl's name is Katya! Good to know

"Rainestorm" it's not Rainedrop, but I'll take it!

Forgot to mention: these two are so obviously yearning for each other and it's amazing

I'm sorry, but Raine summoning Eda's...mandolin(?) while lounging like that is sexy as fuck

The way the curse affects that magic is fascinating

Oh yeah: title drop!

Amber turned around quickly, didn't she?

Keep on putting that off until the last possible moment for dramatic effect

Everything about the Cup of Ephemeral Glory is hilarious

And Eda's gonna miss the whole thing, isn't she?

Where's Admiral Ackbar when you need him?! *remembers TRoS* Oh. Right. God that movie sucked.

Ooh, Abomination and Beast Keeping heads!

Also, Horde Prime is that you?

(Looked it up. That is, indeed, Keston John)

Sick burns, King

Every once in a while Luz reminds us how good she really is with those glyphs

If people weren't simping over Darius before, they will be

It's really cool to see more beast keeping and abomination magic in action, ngl

Also glad to see resourceful use of invisibility glyphs

Also also, loving the way Raine is bridal carrying Eda. They stronk, indeed.

Oh shit, utilizing the curse

Uh, Darius? Buddy? You literally turn into abomination goo. A bit of mud seems like small potatoes in comparison.

Oh shit, they're going feral

This sequence is amazing

Oh, there's the question.

Raine, you botched that quote, but I appreciate the sentiment

(God, they're cute)

Aw fuck

NOOOO GODDAMNIT RAINE

(The stage fright gag was set up to punch us in the gut, well done)

Eda is clearly devastated...and so am I💔

Oh that picture is wonderful

Somehow I had a feeling Luz wouldn't win the race

Even the vomiting? Wow, this episode is just callback central

Even Eda knows the power of social media (and her username is Badgirlcoven!)

Okay how dare they show such an adorable shot of Willow in her room (Might have to post separately about this)

Amity still rocking the purple hair

KING DAD REAL?!?!?! AND HE HAS WINGS!!!

KING CLAWTHORNE!!!😭

Much tears very cry wow

Eber is a little shit love it

Oh hi Kiki fuck off

I am very okay with Darius calling Alador a hack

KIKIMORA I WILL END YOU HSSSSSSSS

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WHYYYYYYYYYY

I guess they're not dead?

THEY BETTER BE OKAY IN THE END I SWEAR TO THE TITAN

Wow! Loved this episode! My favorite this season, probably due to Raine! I love them! I'm a simp! I'm Raeda trash!

That aside, so many amazing moments, and the music was top notch. This show is a gift!

See you for Knock Knock Knockin' On Hooty's Door! It'll probably hit us out of nowhere, knowing how this works.

Can't wait for this post to be buried by the Comic-Con panel😆

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ashley-face · 3 years ago

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I don't think I've been on Tumblr in...3 years? I'll eventually check my last actual post. Couldn't help myself, however, after seeing Ghostbusters: Afterlife and being DEEP in my feels the last few weeks, so naturally I came crawling back here to be deep in my feels with other like-minded people.

My brothers were born right after the original movie, and myself just before the sequel. I have clear memories watching the 90s cartoon, playing with our toys, getting our grubby little hands on comics, and later obsessively loving every single thing Dan Aykroyd, Bill Murray, Harold Ramis, Ernie Hudson, Rick Moranis etc were involved in for ages. (Already loved Sigourney Weaver at the tender age of 7.)

I bought a DVD with I and II off Amazon as my parents have our VHS copies (I say casually like I'm not continuing to date my dusty millennial ass).

There was an Egon moment in Ghostbusters II that was so simple, but is making me giggle softly and tearfully almost 10 minutes later.

Was it the, "Let's see what happens when we take away the puppy" scene? Was it the, "it's heavily implied Egon turned mood goo into a fleshlight?" scene?

No. It was in the courtroom, when the boys have to bust two vengeful death row baddies and Peter powers his proton pack on with a glee filled, "Do", Ray obviously follows with "Re/Ray"...and instead of Egon finishing with Mi/Me...he literally finishes with himself. "Egon".

Do. Re/Ray. Mi/Me=Egon. WITH THAT CHEEKY ASS SHIT EATING GRIN AS THE OTHER BOYS ARE LIKE :|

PLEASE. Egon was a comedic genius - I could hug and shake Harold Ramis if he were still alive, bless 'em.

God I love Egon sdm.

Anyhow, gonna go stream the cartoons and float in my arrested development nostalgia for a little while longer. Xxx Ash

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dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram · 3 years ago

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I also don’t believe Harry when he says he’s being himself and I honestly feel like, as time goes by, Harry is sort of getting lost on this character he’s trying to play. I mean, all I’m gonna say here is stuff from my perspective and I might be very wrong, but still. I know many musicians who have done some acting and many of them were good at it, I mean there’s Justin Timberlake, Lady Gaga, Madonna, Beyoncé, Rihanna, Adam Levine and even Bowie did some acting, so I understand that that’s perfectly common. And I also know that some of this people and a lot other musicians have recently released products under a cheesy brand name. But, with that being said I also don’t see how it could work for Harry to be EVERYTHING at the same time. And the fact that he doesn’t want to just do something, he wants it all. He doesn’t want to just act in a movie or two and have fun with that, he wants to be a Marvel star and act in, at least, 5 movies. And he wants that while also playing other movies and starting a brand which is “sustainable” and putting out albums which are nominated for Grammys and going on long and successful world tours and being a fashion icon while also being politically involved but not too involved so people don’t start hating on him. Doesn’t it feel exhausting? It feels completely exhausting to me. And I can’t believe there isn’t one single soul in his life telling him that all of this might be a bad idea (I hope there is someone). I just hope everything works out well. (sorry for the rant, I realize now that this is not a question at all, so feel free to not answer it lol)

So you bring up a lot here. I do think there's a lot to say about how much Harry takes on, both on a personal level and what navigating doing so many things about the risk of over exposure. (I also want to point out is that I wouldn't call anything Harry has ever done 'being politically involved')

But actually what this made me think about is the specific impact of being a beauty/lifestyle influencer on the other things Harry is trying to do.

In general, there's a long history of musicians doing some films. I think in order to do both successfully musicians need to hold onto their identity as musicians quite strongly. There is some conflict between actors having to be many different things and musicians having to share a version of themselves, but it's not that much of a challenge.

But being a musician and also putting out a lifestyle brand and/or being a beauty influencer - that's tougher and I think the profile was pretty revealing as to why.

In the profile Harry took a reasonably standard mainstream beauty influencer approach - I am someone who is happy and look buy products and be happy. There's always a vague sense of a time when things were less good - because there has to be a reason that you'd need to buy these products. That's never spelled out explicitly, because actual problems would be icky and off putting. I find this particularly combination very uneasy - it's marshmallow goo that is deeply in denial about it's own pain (and obviously GOOP is the epitome of this sort of marketing, but it's very common).

I don't think that the position Harry took is the only way to sell stuff. Rihanna is like 'my stuff is cool and you want it'. Her vibe has strong levels of 'I don't give a shit' - and so the faux revealing 'I had unspecified problems that I've now solved' stuff wouldn't work for her. But Rihanna also hasn't released music for five years and so we don't know how she would try and be both.

But there is a fundamental conflict between mainstream beauty influencing and being a musician. Because one of the points about musicians is that they publicly feel the most intense version of our emotions (Taylor is currently giving a master class in that). Most musicians need to be something specific and heightened to connect with people. Emotional content is core to what music is. Musicians have to be interesting to their audiences, which is fundamentally at odds with the soothing uneasy goo of mainstream beauty influencing.

I don't think that beauty influencing is creating any of this in Harry. The Dazed profile has some similarities with Rob Sheffield's profile for Rolling Stone. Part of the issue is how Harry navigates fame and being a person. Harry does want to be someone interesting and be that interesting person intensely as part of his music - but he doesn't want to do any of that using words. I do wonder what the medium term impact of Harry selling beauty products will be. Because in the short term it seemed to accelerate existing trends.

#Oh Harry

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 35

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Reader and Eddie going on their mission. They're all morons, okay? Some canon-typical violence, bad guys being bad guys. You guys can see that I treat the fighting plot points as total crack, right?

Eddie Brock was pissed, at the Avengers mostly - for not telling him of my accident - but also at me, for the fact that I didn't call him sooner. Venom had taken over at some point, eager to participate in my plan - and it I was being honest, my uncle's space boo was the one I had relied on to participate in the mayhem that was to be caused to finally let my family breathe in peace.

The Avengers wore various expressions of guilt when an angry Eddie stormed the tower, berating them for not getting into contact with him when I was in danger. Venom growled at them, too, just the right amount of teeth and drool for Tony to quickly usher me out to 'take a walk, have some fun, build a snowman' with uncle Eddie and Venom. It was almost too easy, too predictable. The guilt that reared it's ugly head was stomped down by me and two glasses of whiskey in Eddie's rented Airbnb as I went into the fine details of my plan.

Both I and Eddie were equally surprised when Venom dropped their sarcastic, angsty teenager attitude and approached the topic with maturity, giving valuable input. The goth space goo was much, much smarter than their first impressions showed. I belatedly remembered their remark about being an apex predator species... Scary.

The plan was pretty simple.

Eddie was a professional investigative reporter and an unregistered mutant, his files being hidden so deeply due to the alien nature of the symbiote that it was unlikely that underground gangs would have any idea as to who he truly was. His involvement with SHIELD was buried under so much red tape, even Coulson himself had very little idea about Eddie's body-mate.

My uncle would sniff around the mutant underworld, just enough to catch a whiff of the mercenary's whereabouts. It should be enough if he was as famous as Natasha claimed him to be. And if it wasn't enough... I'd be bait. I doubt that the merc knew the box has been retrieved and secured; every now and then, I still caught chatter about the SHIELD agents trailing me catching a person sent to monitor me. They weren't even trying to hide that hard.

I had my suspicions SHIELD was indirectly using me as bait, too, and both Eddie and Venom were inclined to agree with the notion. Over beers and ridiculous amount of chocolate cake, a third side of the operation Baby Thief had been formed. SHIELD played their own game, the Avengers and SI threw a ridiculous amount of resources on their own and then there was me and Eddie, two halves of a whole idiot.

For once, the plan didn't go south immediately off the bat. Eddie and Venom got the information - there was a lot of uproar in the mutant community, rumours about an artifact that would let them assume their rightful place in the world, pushing the pesky humans off their pedestal. I definitely supported mutant rights - but the common notion that violence was necessary to achieve the recognition of said rights didn't sit well with me at all. Eddie agreed with me, his own curiousity pushing him to dig deeper into the situation.

My uncle could be a brilliant investigative reporter with the proper motivation and his significant other at the side. I could never tire of Venom's stories: each and every time they saved Eddie from making a clown out of himself was remembered, documented and brought up at the quickest available opportunity. I haven't laughed so hard in months.

The positives of our plan? We got a hot trail and enough information to know about the mercenary's whereabouts. We possessed the manpower needed to off him in record time, Venom eagerly offering his digestive system for our convenience.

The negatives? We'd need to bring me. Apparently there was a hefty bounty on my pretty little head and the merc himself had given up trying to chase me, hiring a bunch of muscle to do the legwork for him instead. The mercenary, a man who went by the nickname Cadre, was an ex-shield agent, who knew enough to successfully avoid the organisation following hot on his heels.

And neither SHIELD, nor Tony nor Eddie knew who had ordered the retrieval of the artifact. The mysterious person had deep pockets: all of the men were supplied with high grade weaponry and the mutants participating in the missions had equipment specifically tailored to their powers.

Perhaps, I wasn't as clever as I wanted myself to be. There was something big and ugly brewing and the bounty on my head was just the tip of the iceberg. But what was done, was done, and Venom was looking forward to a hefty meal and we set the date of Eddie "kidnapping" me in a few days time.

I hoped I'd make it home for Christmas.

The biggest surprise was that nobody suspected anything. Not even Natasha's watchful eye and inherent knowledge of shit about to be stirred - somehow, Nat always just knew those things - had revealed itself and that's how I knew it was absolutely necessary for me to be successful. There was no room for failure. In the day before my planned trip to Cadre's lair, I forced the team into a movie night and took extra time with everybody, seeing as even the most cheerful people - Thor and Wanda - walked around with sullen faces for most of the time. Perhaps, deep down, I knew that chances of my plan going awry were pretty damn high.

It felt like I was leaving for war. And perhaps, I was. The nervous, anxious energy increased as the hour X drew closer and I couldn't hide it anymore. My insomnia wore Tony's face: I could see his disappointment as clear as day, but I figured he'd forgive me for the betrayal eventually. Every single thing I hid from my newfound family made me feel a traitor. Unfortunately, there was simply no other option.

That afternoon, Eddie picked me up from the tower and drove me to one of the hideouts that belonged to Cabre. He'd tied my hands together and blindfolded me, all for show of course, whilst Venom briefly connected with my body to induce a drowsy state of mind. I didn't actually mind to be drugged and was way more wary of the symbiote's effects on my body but the space pudding extended his tentacles so quickly, I barely had the time to even swear at them.

To my (and their) surprise, it wasn't as bad as we thought it would be. In my hazy state, I briefly head Venom growl that I could be a decent short-term host if something would to happen with Eddie; I did not know how that information made me feel but did not disregard it completely. I was out of my depth on this one yet marched on towards the danger with grim determination.

"Here's the girl," Eddie's voice penetrated through the curtain of chemicals that Venom had dosed me with; I was tossed none too gently on what felt like a mattress, the landing haphazard but not painful. Venom must've dulled my pain receptors, too. "Where's our money?"

I was unceremoniously groped, my face examined by a man with ice-cold hands. Whatever he found, he deemed it satisfactory. "I'm impressed," He whistled. "We've been trying to get her for months. Care to share how you achieved this?" The strange man sounded suspicious.

"WE HAVE OUR OWN TRICKS," Venom's deep voice filled out the room like thick smoke and I just knew that the man who had been groping me was twitching in discomfort. "SO?"

"Alright, alright," The man mumbled, voice unsteady. My drowsiness slowly began to recede and I finally could focus my eyes somewhat; Eddie was partially obscured by the writhing, onyx mass of his symbiote and the man was dialing up the phone, speaking in a rapid-fire dialect I did not know. "Cabre will be here in an hour. Care for a beer?" Just like that, the man was obviously attempting to placate Eddie.

"HOT CHOCOLATE," Venom announced flatly and I had to struggle to hold back my laughter at the image of a seven feet tall tentacle monster sipping hot cocoa from a tiny porcelain cup. My nerves had me feeling ten types of way, as usual, and props to Ven making me unable to speak. I would have already killed myself by running my mouth ten times over.

The hour passed by with me floating in my mindsphere, Eddie loudly playing Candy Crush on his phone and Venom consuming ridiculous amounts of hot chocolate. It was absurd and the eerie calm was beginning to make me suspicious; I had expected... More. Threatening thugs with guns, experiments, blood tests and physical violence. Instead, the man who met with Eddie was sitting with a vacant, bored expression as he practiced card tricks in the corner furthest away from Venom.

Finally, a knock on the door forced all of us to pay attention to the newcomer. It was a tall, massively built man in his early forties. His face was covered in scars, narrow red lines that looked like small cuts; one of his eyes was completely black while the other was blue. He looked like the man at the coffee shop but at the same time, nothing like him at all.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," His voice was low and quiet. If not for the heavyweight weapon hanging over his shoulder, I would have considered him to be one of those men who only look threatening but actually are gentle giants. With steps too quiet for a man his size, he approached me, crouching down to look me in the face. "Hello, child. I've been looking for you for a long time. It's a shame we had to meet this way," He removed the strands of hair sticking to my face. For all purposes, his touch could have been considered fatherly. "Richard, bring the money." With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the man who was babysitting me and Eddie and he promptly disappeared behind the steel door.

"Hello," Eddie briefly shook his hands with Cabre after the merc left me alone. I noted Venom had disappeared into the reporter's body completely. "We are Venom," Eddie introduced himself (they introduced themselves?).

"Cabre," The Merc watched my honorary uncle with a sharp eye, taking note of Eddie's lack of weapons, his worn clothes and the shaggy hair, the bags under his eyes. "Tell me, Venom, what do you know of this child?"

"Not much," Eddie shrugged, convincingly. "Just that the Avengers picked her up for some reason and locked her up in Stark's tower. We're guessing she didn't like it much 'cuz she kept sneaking out and trying to shake off the tail. Had to go through quite a few SHIELD agents to get to her," Just like we agreed, Eddie spoke with slight disdain towards Tony and SHIELD, making sure to let Cabre believe he was on the mutants' side. "We just need the money, man. Not many people will hire us," To top it up, Eddie spread his arms, showing his skin ripple and move on it's own prominently under his ratty t-shirt. Atta boy!

Cabre appeared to have bought the lie, chuffing sympathetically, before pulling out a tablet and typing on it. "Well, not for long. My superiors have found an artifact that, if unlocked properly, will render most of the technology suppressing mutant powers useless. They won't be able to get rid of us that easily anymore."

Eddie nodded eagerly, for all purposes appearing to be ecstatic about the news. "Yeah, heard some rumors here and there. Well, you and your superiors know where to find me. I could always go with some extra cash," He scratched his head, carefully watching Cabre's fingers dance on the keyboard. "What's the kid got to do with it anyway? Seems like an ordinary spoiled brat to me," Eddie threw me a look, blinking twice. The fatigue and wariness, courtesy of Venom, had begun to recede quite some time ago; with Eddie's signal, I knew the shitshow was about to start very soon.

Eddie was smart, however, finding out the bits of information SHIELD hadn't bothered to disclose to me. The residue that the cursed box had left in me was removed, so I could not understand why SHIELD was still guarding me. There had to have been another reason, a reason that neither of us knew for sure.

Cabre paused his typing. "We've been watching her for years. She's a genius. We were hoping she could help us solve a few problems..." The merc paused to rub the bridge of his nose. "We tried to get her to come willingly but her parents forbade her from it. My superiors suggested to use the artifact but something malfunctioned." For all purposes, Cabre was looking apologetic. "I am not overly fond of kidnapping children but some things just need to be done." With that, the man turned around, landing his eyes on me. "Glad to see you're up and about." Something about his smile was unnatural, forced, malicious.

"Charmed to meet you," I sat up, dazed and confused about the turn of events. The things he was saying, they didn't add up. I hadn't received any requests for my participation in ANY kind of project, illlegal or not. No scholarships, no internship offers. Something was very, very wrong.

As soon as Cabre's back was turned, Venom enveloped Eddie, turning themselves into the seven feet tall outer space monstrosity I had seen on the first day. Their combined form was terrifying - but Cabre's fingers merely twitched at the rapid change of the situation as he took slow steps towards me. "Hmm," His voice still quiet, he once again crouched in front of me. "You fought us off once but we are many. There is nowhere to run, child," Cabre's eyes began to darken, his speech turning flat.

I recognized the speech pattern, recalled the expressionless, vacant face that stared at me. Cabre was infected with the Legion from the cursed box; I hadn't prepared for that, hadn't even regarded that, thinking the little epic speech the demon had given me was a mere intimidation tactic. Fear bloomed within me, opening it's jaws like a hungry Venus flytrap but I refused to succumb to it, clenching my fists against the waves of paralyzing terror.

Venom made a confused growling noise behind me, extending a tentacle to push Cabre away; with a sickeningly wet splat, their whole form collided with the opposite wall, sliding down it like a puddle of misshapen goop. "MORSEL, GET OUT." The symbiote growled, reforming itself back.

"Silence, beast!" Cabre shrieked, unstrapping his weapon and aiming it at Venom. No bullets came out as he pressed the trigger but my ear started ringing, eyes watering as the whole form of the symbiote began to morph and ripple. Pained groans and whines came from them. A sonic gun?

"Screw you, man," I attempted to draw Cabre's attention to myself by kicking out a leg towards the gun, disrupting his arm briefly. Things were going to shit faster than a party full of teenagers and alcohol. "Fuck you, listen, FUCK YOU!" I knew antagonizing people was my best skill and that's what I did, figuring the time needed for Venom to reassemble themself could be acquired if Cabre was pissed off enough at me.

The backhand hurt, not going to lie. I saw stars from that one sloppy hit the possessed merc delivered to my face. The adrenaline rush allowed me to stay somewhat coherent and just like that time when I was trapped in my nightmares, I dove for Cabre, winding myself around him as both of us landed on the floor in a heap of limbs.

Despite my best hopes, Venom remained a puddle of black on the floor. I saw something shiny attach itself to Eddie's chest; apparently that something prevented them from combining into one again. My smaller size proved to be a great advantage; I remembered Venom's words about being a suitable short-term host and with a shriek, I placed my palm into the nearest piece of symbiote I could reach, my vision being obscured by blackness a second later.

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