#Asta x D'arcy

[pzyii]

I don’t smoke by Mitski

[l3o-lion]

Let the girls be lesbians (asta & d'arcy)

[poweredbyadhd4life]

D'arcy: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy. Asta: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep. D'arcy: I said within reason, Asta. How about I murder that guy? Asta: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't? D'arcy: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

[specialinterestshows]

The following is an Asta Twelvetrees x D’arcy Bloom fic no one asked for, but that the world definitely needs.

Episode: Season 2, Episode 5: “Family Day”

Song:

Warnings: Passing allusions to domestic violence / controlling relationship, pining, underage drinking mention, cannabis (weed), underaged inebriated sex mention (of two characters now adults), passing mention of alcoholism, infertility mention (jokingly), biting, hickies, dirty talk, rough oral

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GN69

Given how difficult the last few days had been, D’arcy was on the upswing. With Asta’s arm around her shoulders and the raven-haired beauty resting against her, D’arcy almost wished Asta had more of her shitty ex‘s clothes in her trunk, so they could stare at the fire burning on the grill for hours. Still, she held onto this moment for as long as she could.

By the time the sweatshirt was reduced to soot, the sun had almost set and the cloud cover was shifting to reveal the night sky.

Looking up at the stars that began to peek out from the parting clouds, D’arcy was reminded of the plastic imitations stuck to Asta’s bedroom ceiling and how many times the two of them had explored each other under those stars as stoned teenagers. Fuck, the two of them had even done it in the yacht spot, drinking beers that Asta had snagged from work in the parked car until they were just tipsy enough to say they couldn’t remember sloppily making out, groping, going down on, and fingering each other. Inevitably, the night would end with both of them passed out in the back seat, one on top of the other. D’arcy fondly remembered how Asta’s full weight on her was always so comforting.

Those were the days.

Before passing out drunk at The 59 happened more often than making it home to fall asleep in her own bed.

Before Jimmy made Asta stay home anytime she wasn’t working.

Before bruises and excuses, shattered legs and broken dreams.

Just the two of them at what felt like the beginning of their lives.

It was time to recapture that feeling.

“Wanna go park at the yacht spot and turn that” - D’arcy pointed at an apple sitting on a nearby table - “into a bong, for old times’ sake? It’ll get the smell of burnt sweatshirt out of our hair.”

“Sounds perfect,” Asta said, lifting her head from the other woman’s shoulder to look at her, “I’ll drive, you work your magic.”

D’arcy couldn’t help but smile when a soft kiss was planted on her cheek - what probably looked like a casual show of affection between best friends from the outside. But every time Asta’s lips touched her, D’arcy felt a tug in her chest; a protective instinct swelling with happiness and longing.

“Thanks, D’arce,” Asta said, smiling before turning to walk to her car, “You always know just what I need.”

—

Parked at what might have been considered a jaunty angle if there were parking spaces in the woods was Asta’s car; not “the yacht,” namesake of the spot, but a suitable substitute for the occasion. The two women sat within its padded frame, the occasional flicker of a flame highlighting just how smoky the air was inside.

The apple D’arcy had expertly carved with her pocketknife gave each hit a sweet taste, filtering the smoke through a bit of water as well as the inner walls of the fruit. The aluminum foil bowl with a long down-stem that she had fashioned from scraps wasn’t quite as impressive, but it did the job.

“Maybe I should’ve made this thing out of a pepper instead,” D’arcy mused, passing the makeshift bong without noticing the incredulous look being thrown her way, “Most of ‘em are already basically empty, and it might give it a nice kick-“

“Shut up!” Asta gave her a playful shove, reminding her of the chili pepper eating contest before taking a hit and trying not to laugh into the piece as D’arcy giggled. The last bit of ash pulled through quickly, heralded by a cough.

“Well, looks like that’s the last of it,” Asta said, looking down at the cashed bowl.

“Actually, if you’ll scoot a little bit,” D’arcy leaned over, reached underneath the driver’s seat, and moved a few things around before triumphantly pulling out a small ziploc bag containing a few bits of flower, “Aha! First try.”

“You hid weed in my car?” Asta raised an eyebrow while a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“You’re surprised?” D’arcy countered, pulling out a nug and taking it apart piece by piece as she packed the bowl. Her hands worked quickly, despite being more used to a grinder at this point; something about the atmosphere was almost perfect in recapturing the nostalgia she sought.

“Aw, greens? For me?” Asta made sure as she was handed the lighter and bong.

“I started the last bowl - this one’s for you,” D’arcy insisted, “But it feels like we’re missing something… Mind if I put on some tunes?”

“Go for it,” Asta encouraged, gesturing to her case of CDs before lighting the bowl.

D’arcy clicked the key left in the ignition just slightly to give power to the radio and lights before looking through disc after disc. Finding one that made her smile, she plucked it from its sleeve before pushing it into the player and skipping to track two. She leaned back in her seat again, watching Asta listen curiously to the repeating discordant noise before it changed to guitar and drums. The realization hit Asta slowly, a smile creeping onto her face as she let out her hit.

“The Breeders? Really?” Asta laughed.

“It’s ironic!” D’arcy said defensively, “I thought that was, like, half the reason we used to listen to them all the time. Y’know, ‘cause you got slow swimmers and I’m barren. That’s why we used to do it raw every time I called you for what I thought of as a GN69, even though we never actually-“

The sudden look of realization that fell over Asta’s face as she listened made D’arcy stop. Had Asta been telling the truth about not remembering any of those moments? Did D’arcy just trigger a memory that might compromise their friendship?

“Wait,” Asta’s hand slowly crept over to D’arcy’s thigh as she spoke, “I’m single... You’re single…”

“Oh you’re baked is what you are,” D’arcy laughed, trying to give her an out, her own heartbeat speeding up.

“I want you even when I’m not high,” Asta said matter-of-factly, the lyrics echoing with “want you” as she set the lighter and apple on the dashboard and scooted a bit closer, “You’ve always felt like home to me, and I’ve been gone for so long. Don’t turn me away.”

Those words, paired with the soulful brown eyes staring into hers, made D’arcy’s carefree persona falter.

“I’m finally back, D’arce,” the emotion in Asta’s voice tugged on her heartstrings like nothing else, as Asta’s face steadily approached, fingers gently brushing D’arcy’s lips now, “Please, just let me in.”

Before she knew what she was doing, D’arcy had closed the distance between her lips and Asta’s, arms moving to pull the other woman as close to her as possible.

Asta’s lips were just as soft as D’arcy had remembered and - despite the smoke and its vessel - she could taste the vanilla ice cream Asta had used to ease the overpowering heat of the last pepper she had attempted to eat. D’arcy chased down the flavor until she was lost in it, numb to it, and finally reached a familiar, unnameable taste that felt welcoming like nothing else, her hands roaming Asta’s breathless body. She was met with the same enthusiasm she gave, lips breaking apart only to feel the electric sensation of running them together again, clinging to each other as if letting go meant never seeing her again.

“I’ll be your whatever you want” was the only part of the song that registered for D’arcy every time she heard it - it was exactly how she felt.

Giving the both of them time to catch their breath, D’arcy gently tilted the other woman’s head, slowly trailing kisses across her cheek and down her neck. Feeling the occasional buzz of Asta moaning into the kisses they shared was nice, but hearing her moan was something D’arcy was craving desperately. Biting down harder and harder, sucking on the skin between her teeth, she savored the sounds that almost harmonized with the music. Starting to squirm, Asta’s moans turned to whimpers as she grabbed a handful of bright red hair to stop the onslaught to the space between her neck and shoulder.

“Not too much,” she said, already breathing heavily, “People still get weird around me when I have bruises.”

“We should probably take this to the back seat anyway,” D’arcy suggested, removing her jacket and undoing her ponytail.

Asta ambled into the back, not bothering to use the car doors and sliding off her plaid button-up once she was seated. Her t-shirt was the next thing to go as D’arcy squeezed between the front seats to join her.

“Helloooo nurse!” D’arcy exclaimed, laughing when her comment was met with the shirt flung at her.

“Oh, I see. You wanna play doctor?” Asta asked, donning a smirk and enjoying the way the other woman looked at her, “Where does it hurt?” - she leaned in to whisper - “And where do you want it to?”

Wordlessly, D’arcy bit her lip and took the other woman’s hand, guiding it down to the space between her legs. Asta went back to occupying her lips with D’arcy’s while she undid the black leather belt. Pulling away every piece of clothing that stood between her and her target, Asta was a woman on a mission. The moment she had enough space, she dipped her head between D’arcy’s thighs.

Pants, belt and underwear abandoned just above her knees, D’arcy tried and failed to spread her legs further in response to the warm, wet tongue that flitted against her. She tried to shimmy her way into a position to lower her pants further without shifting too much - but the movement didn’t go unnoticed.

D’arcy moaned loudly when Asta gripped her thighs to hold her in place and started biting her tender labia instead.

“Fuck! That shouldn’t feel as good as it does,” D’arcy said, gripping the headrests of the seats on either side of her and leaning back against the cold glass of the window.

“Yeah? You like that?” Asta teased, lips hovering just above the wetness she had already brought forth, one hand firmly pressing down on the other woman’s stomach to keep her from moving her hips.

“I missed your mouth, like, a lot,” D’arcy admitted, bringing a hand down to wipe off some of the face paint around the edges of Asta’s face. It was all she could do not to grab Asta’s hair and push her back down between her legs, but she had to ask.

“You down to keep going?”

Rather than speaking, Asta replied by pulling the pants and underwear the rest of the way down before bringing her mouth back down to D’arcy’s aching flesh. Her fingers parted the rosy folds and she began flicking her tongue, rapidly and rhythmically. D’arcy felt her pleasure mounting embarrassingly quickly, but just when she was getting close, Asta went back to biting instead.

“Ah! Unfair!” D’arcy whined, running her fingers through her own hair in frustration, feeling the mounting pleasure stall.

Before D’arcy could protest further, Asta began using her tongue again, expertly bringing the other woman back to a place where her pleasure continued to build - before denying her again, teeth leaving her even more tender with the most pleasurable pain.

“Asta!” she whined, squirming, “Please!”

Tongue slowly reuniting with D’arcy’s throbbing clit, Asta slid a single finger slowly into the source of her wetness as moans overtook the music in volume.

“Yes! Yes!” D’arcy was dizzy with pleasure, feeling Asta add another finger as her mouth continued - but part of her was waiting for the pain now that she was so close to the edge. The thrusting and licking and sucking didn’t stop this time, bringing the perfect peak directly into her sights.

“Asta! I’m gonna-!” was all D’arcy managed to say before her body took over, hands grasping the other woman’s hair as she heard herself gush down Asta’s fingers and chin, onto the seat. She was about to apologize until she realized Asta had started fingering her harder and faster because of it, drawing out her orgasm for as long as she could.

This was better than nostalgia; this was real.

The world was so much more colorful and vivid when D’arcy finally opened her eyes, feeling better than she had in years.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, wiping tears from her cheeks, “Holy fucking shit.”

Asta giggled, planting one last kiss between D’arcy’s legs before slowly pulling out her fingers. Staring her down seductively, she licked them clean.

“Oh you sexy bitch, come over here so I can thank you,” D’arcy breathed, sitting up to grab Asta in a passionate kiss before stripping her down to return the favor.

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“Good morning,” Asta said, walking to the staff lockers of the Patience Health Clinic and setting down her things.

“‘Morning,” Ellen replied, looking her over suspiciously, “You look… chipper.”

“I slept well last night,” Asta replied curtly, putting on her scrubs, “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Wow, I was just trying to be nice,” Ellen held her hands up defensively before taking a sandwich out of a nearby tupperware, “Thought you’d appreciate it. Especially after the competition yesterday.”

She took a small bite, mulling something over before saying more.

“Speaking of - are you and D’arcy a thing ‘cause all the men in town require their own sad, separate ranking system? Or are you, like, into her.”

“Excuse me?” Asta whipped around to face the accusation.

“I mean, I get it,” Ellen said before taking a much larger bite and continuing to talk with her mouth full, “The 59 on a weekend has zero eye candy - until you start looking at the ladies.” Ellen gestured to herself, sandwich still in hand, making Asta roll her eyes and scoff.

“What makes you think we-?”

“Yesterday’s clothes” - Ellen leaned over and pointed - “that hickey you keep trying to hide, and” - she plucked a long, bright red hair from the back of Asta’s shirt with finality. “Not that I care, but if you’re gonna lie, maybe you should do it better.”

Saying this, Ellen gave Asta two gruff pats on the shoulder, stuffing her face and leaving the empty tupperware before walking off.

Asta looked down at the container. Maybe Ellen was right - she shouldn’t be lying; if only because Ellen herself was probably already on the phone telling everyone in town. Then a second realization sunk in.

“… ELLEN! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY LUNCH!”

[end]

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Tag list (thank you!)

@domripley , @falloutboy-lover

[nashidakyouko]

Moving Forward ~ Resident Alien ~ D'asta

Also on Ao3.

Ship: Asta Twelvetrees and D'arcy Bloom

Summary: Asta does not see a spaceship the night she leaves Jimmy, but instead runs into D'arcy and their relationship begins to change

// Domestic abuse warning because of Jimmy // T // MULTICHAPTER. This chapter word count: ~1275

AN: Aliens probably exist somewhere but are not involved in this fic. -

Break Away

That last black eye was the end of it. For real this time. Asta knew that Jimmy would wait, assuming she'd be back. Expecting her to fall back into his arms as soon as he cried wolf about how very sorry he was and it wouldn't happen again. Screw that. Asta had put up with it for many years too long.

Tears flowing down her face, she slipped on the thick ice in front of their—no, his—house. It took all she had to snap back up and dash to her car before Jimmy could catch up. She would escape. She threw herself into the driver's seat, speeding away as Jimmy shouted about how she'd be back—and if she was lucky, he'd still take her.

Some luck.

The night was as dark and murky as her mood. Not a light shone in the sky as she sped off to god knows where. Her cut lip throbbed. A gnarly gouge on her cheek screamed for relief that wouldn't come easy. A few ribs felt like they were being stomped on. Her eye was swelling up, too. Jimmy had been vicious.

The image of a buck permeated her mind. Protection. Protection had to exist somewhere. Dan would take her in, no question. But Asta felt guilty bringing her shit to him again. The guilt of turning her back on him and her people as a teenager still gnawed at her. And all in favor of her abusive husband.

But where else was she supposed to go, anyway?

As she neared the town, she sped so recklessly that she had to screech to a halt when a woman staggered halfway in front of the shoddy little car. An insane action. Before Asta could even wonder who could be that stupid, her eyes met with D'arcy's in the flickering light of an old streetlamp. Asta huffed at her friend's drunken behavior. She begrudgingly pulled over and started to climb out of the car.

Of course, she barely cracked the door open before D'arcy was climbing in through the passenger window. Damn thing never would stay up, some mechanism long since broken. D'arcy grunted as she tried squeezing in. Her ridiculous effort eased some of Asta's tension. She pulled the driver's side door closed and helped drag D'arcy the rest of the way in.

Once she was in, D'arcy laid across the controls and put her head in Asta's lap, awkwardly twisting her neck to face her. Her feet were still halfway out the window. She put on one of her fake accents and said, “What is pretty lady like you doing in place like this? I was sure tonight was going to be a bore, then sweet thing like you shows up!”

Asta rolled her eyes, but there was no denying the smile creeping onto her lips. Before she could tease D'arcy back, however, the redhead's eyes caught on Asta's wounds and a feral snarl erupted from her. In a second, she was sitting upright and gently touching Asta near the bruises and cuts. She didn't touch directly for fear of increasing Asta's pain. Her eyes filled with tears. “What the fuck did Jimmy do to you this time? I swear to God, Asta, when I see him—“

Asta cut her off in a hurry. “I left him.”

Silence.

D'arcy gave her best friend an incredulous look. She'd heard this before, time and again. “I wish you really would... That dick never deserved to lay eyes on you, and you have to fucking know that.”

It was probable—if upsetting—that Asta wouldn't keep away for more than a few days. The pattern followed. Asta pulled away from D'arcy's fleeting touch and looked out to the road. It was such a cold night. No one else passed them by as Asta pondered how she could convince D'arcy she was serious this time. Nothing came to mind.

After a long silence, Asta sighed. “You're right.” A beat later, she surprised D'arcy by continuing, “He never deserved to lay eyes on me.” Asta locked eyes with D'arcy. “And I've stayed with him too long. I'm done.”

Their fingers met on the console, brushing past each other. A thrill shot up D'arcy's spine, and she wanted to scream at herself. Even if Asta left Jimmy for good, it didn't mean anything for D'arcy's fruitless crush she'd harbored forever. Plus, Asta needed a solid friend right now, not a pining loser. So D'arcy folded her hands in her lap.

“Okay. What are you going to do, then?”

“I know my dad would take me, but—“

“Move in with me.” D'arcy interjected, quickly adding, “Well, actually, my lease is almost up. You could stay for a few nights. Then maybe... we could go in on a new place together?” D'arcy looked away for a moment, embarrassed by her own clumsy suggestion.

Asta laughed. “Let me guess, you need someone to cosign on a nicer place so you can spend fewer nights sleeping at The 59.” D'arcy frowned, and Asta realized the suggestion was serious. “Oh. Yeah, okay. Thank you... I guess we'll go to your apartment and figure things out from there...” Asta wasn't sure she was ready to commit to renting yet, but she wasn't going to say no to a place to sleep until she figured things out.

She knew she'd made the right choice when D'arcy grinned at her, twirling the ends of her bright hair.

--

D'arcy's tiny apartment wasn't far. Since she'd wisely left her car at the 59, her parking space was empty. Actually, most of the spaces were empty—people didn't like living in these run-down apartments. It had been a while since Asta had been here, since D'arcy spent most of her time at The 59.

D'arcy ran around to the driver's side and held out her hand to help Asta out. “Allow me to escort you.”

The smile quirking on Asta's lips burned where they were split, but she didn't mind it much. Smiling was worth a little pain. She winced as D'arcy pulled her arm a little too quickly, a pain shooting through her side. Those ribs needed to be iced. When D'arcy hesitated, Asta waved it off. “Don't worry about it. I'll be fine after some rest. Promise.” Asta offered the pinky on her free hand.

D'arcy knew better than to suggest Asta get looked over at the clinic. The only time Asta had let herself be patched up after a Jimmy thing was when he'd thrown a glass at her and she needed stitches on her arm. She never wanted to answer questions about how she'd been hurt, so she never gave Dr. Hodges a formal occasion to ask. D'arcy unhappily twined her pinky with Asta's.

As soon as they got inside, Asta made a beeline to the freezer for ice. From the nearby coat closet, D'arcy grabbed an old water-proof bag she used for especially bad hangover headaches. She promptly took the ice from Asta and filled the bag with cubes. There were medical supplies in the bathroom, and D'arcy hurried to grab them. She gestured for Asta to take the bed in her little room. In her current state, Asta wasn't foolish enough to protest the courtesy.

Within minutes, Asta was as fixed as she could be tonight. She fended off a sigh, knowing her ribs couldn't handle it. There was only silence as she iced them, giving herself time to brood about a future she suddenly couldn't see the shape of.

D'arcy solemnly watched her from her sleeping bag on the floor until they both drifted into fitful sleep. They'd deal with everything later.

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AN: I'm not sure if I'm going to have Sam Hodges die yet. Either way, there won't be as much focus on Asta's work life as on the show. Also I'm just having D'arcy have red hair from the beginning for simplicity.

Comments and reblogs are love! Thanks for reading!

Updates will be irregular but will happen.

And because she asked me to, I'm tagging my friend @specialinterestshows

[sat-in-a-rat-trap]

petition to call asta x darcy dastarcy

[gasexplosionatthescalpelfactory]

resident alien:

For that matter, let Asta and D'Arcy be together. For real.

[smiledog15578]

I forgot livs shoes but I'm not going back

Animal crossing x Resident Alien crossover!

Harry- Lazy- Yellow Labrador

Asta- Sisterly- White Tailed Deer

D'arcy- Snooty- Red Squirrel

Mike- Cranky- Moose

Liv- Normal- Lop Eared Bunny

Joseph- Smug- Grey Shorthair

I'll do the rest one day

[sleepdeprivedandoverthinking]

I was wondering about shipping who in resident alien because the fandom seems pretty creative and fun.

D'arcy x Asta looks cute but the more I thought about it I started to think.

Does Harry know what a lesbian is??

[pzyii]

My vision this is canon btw (it's not) harry and d’arcy are just besties. They hold meetings about how to keep asta the happiest and safest (she’s the only reason either of them have faith in humanity)

[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches Final Results - Day 156 & 157 [x]

Resident Alien wins with 13 of 21 votes!

A rough episide for the women (and plaid) of Patience: Asta has ptsd, Kate and her phantom but-actually-very-real baby (Wouldn't she be expressing milk?), Liv and her very mean nana, Judy deserving someone who appreciates her, with D'arcy trying to comfort everyone. A group hug and some pie *slaps away Harry's hand* is in order.

I voted for Severance because:

The voices Dylan and Helly could hear were his kid and her dad, right? Did Lumon feed that in or were they actually remembering?

Did the name (Christopher?) crossed off on one of Mark's packing boxes mean anything?

Who was the man in Cobel's photo?

The hand holding!

The candle was a test for both of them!!

[ Enter Sandman ]

[roominthecastle]

[specialinterestshows]

I keep rewatching Resident Alien and (even though the fic basically writes itself), I kind of want to write for Asta x D’arcy 👀

Evidence the fic writes itself under the cut (minor spoilers)

[nashidakyouko]

If We Have to Go ~ D'asta (D'arcy/Asta)~ Resident Alien

Also on Ao3

SPOILERS FOR S3 OF RESIDENT ALIEN.

Ship: D'arcy Bloom and Asta Twelvetrees.

Summary: This could be the end, but at least D'arcy and Asta were together. // Word count: ~1100 // Rating: T

AN: I inserted a scene before Harry shows up in the S3 finale because D'asta is underrated. Asta would have broken the universe to find D'arcy and I am HERE for it. Also this is a bit cheesy, but I wanted that delicious cheese.

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The only thing that mattered now was that Asta had found her. Sure, everything else sucked something fierce—of course D'arcy fucked up sneaking a bomb onto a spaceship. But Asta was here now, holding D'arcy's hand through the bizarre, horizontal cell bars. Guess the hand-holding sitch was a mixed bag, too, since it meant they were in an actual alien prison—or would it be a brig?—and they were still probably going to die.

They were definitely going to die.

And then everyone on Earth was going to die, too.

The shit-uation was about the worst D'arcy had ever been in. Alien brig, end of the world, freak that wanted to eat them. His ominous, creep-tastic presence had put the slightest damper on D'arcy's mood. She'd been thinking they were going to live somehow. Not so much with people-eater salivating over there.

But if they had to die, she was unspeakably grateful that she'd be with Asta in the end. D'arcy's grip tightened just enough that Asta gave her a quizzical look. Instead of asking what was on D'arcy's mind, Asta squeezed back while raising an eyebrow. A nervous little smile played at the corners of her lips.

After a long moment, D'arcy let out a defeated sigh. “If I have to go out, I hope you're the last thing I see. Don't know how these little alien shits are gonna kill us, but as long as I'm seeing you—not them—I think that'll be enough. I mean, just barely. This still royally sucks and I don't think I could've fucked up worse. But seriously, I meant it earlier. I just love you. It's better just 'cause you're here, y'know?”

Asta stared with eyes both wide and soft, pushing herself away just a bit from the bars. “Yeah, I do know. I hate that it came to this. I hate that you tried to do this alone. But I was afraid I'd never see you again, so at least I did get to hear that laugh one more time.” Her smile was shy, yet brilliant. “Circumstances being what they are, I'll take the win...” She looked away, pensive for a while. “Even if they separate us to kill us, don't look at them. Close your eyes and think of me. I mean, if you think that would help.” Embarrassed, Asta began to pull her hand away.

D'arcy held fast. “Same to you. If we have to go out like this...” She shook her head. “... I'm sorry about all this, Asta.”

“You aren't one of the grey aliens bent on destroying the planet—unless you've really kept it close to the chest—so there's not much point in you apologizing... Though it is true you fucked up by trying to do this alone, and I am still a little mad about it.” Asta grinned. “Well, I guess that means you do have to apologize, huh? But what I mean is that if we die, none of that will matter anyway. I want us to be okay in the end. Always.”

The Mantid in the nearby cell spat loudly, clearly annoyed at the sappy conversation happening between these dumb, delectable humans. He just wanted to eat them already. Twin glares zeroed in on him. He took a step back and decided that these two might be a bigger threat than he initially thought. For now, other prey was the best choice. He scurried away in a hurry.

Asta cackled as he fled. “He ruined the moment for sure, but damn, at least we could scare the shit out of one alien tonight.”

D'arcy, however, got caught on that first part. “Moment?”

“I mean, yeah? Our beautiful moment of reconciliation before our inevitable deaths?”

D'arcy looked sharply away, wrenching her hand from Asta's. “O-oh, yeah. That kind of moment.”

“Of course? What did you think I meant, D'arce?” To say Asta was perplexed by D'arcy's sudden change was an understatement.

“Oh, nothing! We're totally and completely on the same page. Beautiful reconciliation. Same page, same page. We did great on that one! Good for us!” The wild gesticulating of D'arcy's hands and the edge of panic in her voice betrayed her words, but didn't necessarily clarify anything for Asta.

“Why are you being weird all of a sudden?” Asta tried repeatedly to catch D'arcy's eye, but the redhead steadfastly avoided her gaze. “C'mon, if you've got something to say, this is probably the last chance you'll ever have to say it.” As she spoke, Asta's mouth went bone dry.

Shit, the same thing applied to her. Last chance. Maybe Harry would save them, but this could be the last chance. That also meant the last chance to screw things up so bad that D'arcy might kind of hate her in the end. So which was more unacceptable? Missing the last chance to tell her, or risking her being upset about it?

Her brain short-circuited, leaving her staring into the middle distance with her hand half-way reaching to the person dearest to her in all the world (in a different way than Jay, of course, but that wasn't the point right now).

D'arcy didn't notice, but that was mostly because she still wouldn't look directly at Asta. She'd tried to say her piece earlier. Couched it in potentially platonic words or whatever, but she'd told Asta, hadn't she? She'd even told her again! But both times seemed to fly right over her best friend's gorgeous, perfect, amazing, and very stupid head.

The two of them sat in contemplative silence for far too long. When they finally looked at each other, the world faded away again. The only thing that mattered now was that their eyes met. Sure, everything else was truly some bullshit they were in. But their eyes still met.

There wasn't enough space between the cell bars to properly do what had to be done.

That didn't stop them from trying.

Hands tangled together again as they drew close to those damned bars. Yeah, there was just barely enough space to do one very important thing.

So together they leaned in and kissed.

The cold, slick bars of the cell pushed against their cheeks, but who even cared anymore?

The words were still stuck in their throats, but right now this mattered more.

They finally managed to meet in the middle.

Please don't let this be the only time. I don't want to have to go.

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AN: Thanks for reading!

Also for the love of god, if you like this ship let your feelings be known SOMEWHERE. I'm so sad how little stuff there is for them. I mean, even my straight mother has repeatedly said they should be canon, so where are the other fans??

DISCLAIMER: I obviously do not own Resident Alien but I'm Fandom Old and feel compelled to still use a disclaimer.

I DO claim naming the ship D'asta. I haven't seen anyone really give it a name and that one is sitting RIGHT THERE.

(can y'all believe I posted something after 3.5 years and it ISN'T in the Avatarverse? Truly wild)

[justmebeing--me]

Resident Alien, Ep.8 w/Reader

I want to write a fic about this show, but first I had to write episode eight with a reader insert!

You hadn't been able to reach Harry the whole day.

Under normal circumstances it wouldn't be a problem.

But Harry wasn't normal circumstances.

He was an alien for crying out loud!

An alien that you knew on a very personal level and that enjoyed your company.

An alien that you cared for and might have disappeared.

You searched all the usual places where he went with no luck.

This usually meant trouble.

You couldn't find the kid either (He always knew where Harry was... creepy).

Your last hope was the clinic.

"Are you sure he wasn't here? Maybe he was and you didn't see him?"

The nurse let out another exasperated sigh "Do you really think Harry could be here and no one would notice?"

True.

"Do you think-"

"HELP!" A scream erupted from behind you and D'arcy came running in.

"D'arcy what-"

"Harry went on the glacier and me and Asta went to bring him back but then we fell in a crevasse and now Harry needs help!"

Both you and the nurse rushed outside with a wheelchair and ready for the worst.

But the parking lot was empty.

The nurse huffed and crossed her arms "Is this another prank D'arcy?"

"No no! I swear they were here!"

You believed her.

Harry doesn't prank people.

He tries to get as little attention as possible... He fails usually but that's beside the point.

You started to get really worried. What if something really bad happened?

"I swear! They were on the back of Harry's truck and-"

You couldn't hear them anymore, that's what you needed. You just had to find Harry's pinkish truck.

You sprinted, ready to search the whole town if needed. You were vaguely aware of D'arcy calling your name, but you couldn't stop.

You ran, lungs burning but you didn't care.

You had to find Harry!

Finally, finally, you spot the pink truck parked in front of Asta father's diner.

You pushed the door open and, surprisingly, it was open.

On the floor was a blue fluorescent liquid. You followed it toward the backroom and stepped into... the cold room? What you saw made your blood run cold.

"Shit!" Asta swore but your eyes were fixed on Harry, who was laying on a table without his disguise!

"Listen, ah- this looks weird but-"

"Harry." You didn't even register what Asta said as you rushed to his side. "What happened?"

Harry grabbed your arm with each pair of hands and Asta flinched, probably she wasn't used to them yet.

"I was on the glacier, searching for my stuff, but the two humans were too heavy and the ice broke underneath us."

"Wh-wait! You knew?!"

You rolled your eyes, "He's my boyfriend, of course I knew." He made a pleased sound and you smiled at him.

"Soooo... What do we do now?"

"We need some milk and-"

"What the fuck is going on here!"

Dan was at the door, Asta cursed under her breath before reaching for him "I can explain!"

"That's a health code violation."

While Asta talked with her father, you stayed close to Harry "What can I do?"

"My leg... we need to cut it off."

"What! No we can't-"

"Is infected, I will die if we don't."

"I can do it." Dan said, matter of factually.

"If you need to grip something, grab the table. I don't want to have a broken arm."

Asta stopped from taking Harry's hand.

"Remember how he threw your abusive ex through a wall?"

"...right," She opted for grabbing his arm instead. "Maybe we should make him bite something?"

"Oh please! My resistance to pain is better than any human-"

Dan chose that moment to hit, cutting the alien off, and Harry screamed.