#I can’t even tag this as English major hours

[azures-bazar]

To His Eyes

Here's a one shot following the lovely request of @bubblegumbitchs-world ! The plot was that buff female!reader was insecure about her body, and Arthur is here to comfort her !

I added a few things to the plot, like Micah being mean (as always). Please excuse all these mistakes or non-sense English terms, some of them make sense in French lol

Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader 

Word count : 2.8k

Short summary : You always had a stronger build, as far as you could remember. And Arthur is probably your number one supporter whenever you feel down about it ! 

Tags : Buff woman, Chapter 2, insecurity, cute, you’re beautiful, your muscles are astonishing, Arthur admires and loves you, post Sean’s return party, Micah being mean

"Y/N !" Lenny shouted from the other side of the camp while getting to his horse. "Could you chop some wood ? I have to head to town and can’t do it now ! I’ll pay you back !"

"I’m on it !" 

You put down your morning coffee and headed over to the pile of wood Lenny had left for you. You did not mind trading tasks since you knew how busy Lenny could be at times. Charles was away hunting with Arthur, John was still not feeling well, and Sean… well let’s say your favourite Irish Terrier was too busy sleeping it off after last night’s party before his guard duty. You were the only fella suitable for a task you somewhat enjoyed at times. Wearing one of Arthur’s shirts and a plain grey skirt, you obliged. 

As far as you could recall, you always had a strong build. You had been stronger than the vast majority of children since a very young age, always carrying the weakest ones around the streets of your town. Dutch found you by chance somewhere in 1894 while you were having some hard time finishing a brawl after a drunk man, displaying a cruel lack of decency, had tried courting you by dragging you close to him. You had pushed him away, resulting in a fist fight, which then escalated to a brawl in the entire saloon. Dutch had dragged you out of the pit and took you to his hideout without questioning anything about your bruise-covered face. 

"We need another pair of strong arms, this lady right here will do the trick !" you heard him laugh as you were left with Arthur 

Morgan had spent a few hours trying to stitch your wounds, which was something you obviously hated. He had tried catching your attention by getting to know your name, calmly reminding you that you were safe with him, joking about his current torture in order to make you smile. It took you two weeks to get back on your feet and work with the rest of the gang members, performing chores that were mostly assigned to men due to your strength. Arthur unexpectedly fell for you while you were carrying sacks to Mr. Pearson’s wagon, dropping them nearby before adjusting your hair. 

Arthur had often found himself staring at you, sketching your movements in his journal while contemplating your beauty. He admired your strength, your shape, your beautiful traits, the way you could easily cut Bill’s speeches about women being inferior to men. Even Davey and Mac respected you for that ! Arthur was quick to find himself dreaming about you, waking up shaken and almost sad since nothing he had seen earlier was real. He had made a very first awkward move to tell you how beautiful you were by slipping a drawing on your cot with a note inviting you to meet him in the middle of the night outside camp. His confession was the sweetest thing you had ever heard as you could tell this brawny man, looking so threatening at times with his heavy Southern accent and rowdy behaviour, was as adorable as a puppy whenever he was around you ! 

Your affair had started just a few weeks prior to Blackwater’s ferry heist. Arthur often took you to town, enjoying spending time with you at the saloon or taking you to the tailor for you to get better clothes. Your shape was different than the rest of the girls, and you deserved more than a full ocean of gold according to Arthur. Your stay at Colter, holding onto each-other on his bed had brought the two of you close enough to lead you to share his tent at Horseshoe Overlook. At least, neither you nor him would have to walk through the entirety of the camp to see one another ! Surprisingly enough, it was Dutch’s idea to to bring the two of you together, for the better… and the worse, since you were not this quiet most of the nights.

As you finished your chopping wood, you walked around the hideout to carry a few sacks to Pearson’s wagon before stumbling upon Micah, who had left his chair to head to you, smoking his cigarette with a large smile. You crossed your arms on your chest as you wanted him to move aside, but whenever you tried stepping near him, Micah would move and block your way. Meeting his gaze made you regret not begging Arthur to leave him in Strawberry. 

"And here’s our strong lady." Micah smirked. "How does it feel to have your clothes directly borrowed from Arthur’s stash ?" 

"Get lost." you said as you noticed Karen nearby, who was quick to stop her guard duty as soon as she noticed you

"Must be hard being a lady and having to buy men’s clothes since women’s are too tight."

Ever since the day Dutch brought him in, Micah’s favourite hobby had been to tease everyone around camp, often provoking women. You were his favourite target since you could easily fight back, he had adored the first punch you gave him after witnessing him acting inappropriate towards Mary-Beth. 

"'Em big arms are good for a man, but for a lady…-" Micah laughed

"Shut up." Karen said, interrupting him as she noticed you trying to hold yourself from punching him 

"In my opinion, ladies built like men shouldn’t be called…-"

"No one cares ‘bout your opinion. Leave her alone." 

Micah smirked and walked away as Karen carefully placed her riffle on the ground, taking your hands between hers. Being Micah’s second favourite target due to her overall behaviour, she could not help but feel empathy towards you.  

"Are you okay ?" she asked. "Micah’s always a dick with us ladies." 

"I’m alright." you smiled. "I… I should get back to my chores."

You quickly walked away from Karen, grabbing a few more bags while making your way to Pearson’s wagon, doing your best to avoid Micah who kept looking at you from his seat. His sole remark about your arms made you vanish under a wave of insecurity towards your own body. You looked at the girls, analysing their beauty while they were apparently stitching a skirt. 

It had always been easy to notice that your body type was a little different from theirs. Your muscles were more defined and larger, you were in a perfect shape since you were active most of the time, only sitting down three times a day as you were doing so many things around camp. When you were not doing chores or hunting, you could be sent outside to rob some shops. You were never truly resting, always being active, which caused your muscles to remain as defined as they were. 

"Damn." you grumbled

You found yourself envying the girl’s various body shapes. From Karen’s beautiful curves to Tilly’s thin corseted waist, the way Molly held herself, how sweet Mary-Beth appeared… Micah had made you highly doubt yourself, despite your overall shape never caused you any trouble earlier. In fact, you were proud of it, despite having to borrow some of Arthur’s tightest shirts at times since the ones the girls were wearing were not fitting or could be uncomfortable for your daily tasks. Your body was different and, despite you felt insecure about it, everyone loved the way you looked. 

The girls admired you, you were strong and beautiful ! You were kind and so sweet, with a precious porcelain heart anyone could notice. Men around camp adored your implication into chores, you often demanded more to keep up, frequently asking anyone if they needed help. Even Bill was always amazed by the way you could do things the rest of the girl couldn’t. But your number one admirer and probably best support was Arthur, and nobody could deny it. 

You were his everything, his sweetest girl, his darling lady he would love until his last breath. He loved having you rest into his arms, drawing circles on your back, massaging your scalp while whistling a few old melodies his father had taught him decades ago. He adored the sight of you wearing his shirts since most of them were too large for you, drawing your portraits by night when you were asleep. He loved seeing you wear pants and skirts, dresses or even rags. Every single thing you were wearing suited you, and he was quick to remind it.

"M’lady, you could wear a tent as a dress and a flower pot as a hat, everything suits you !" he often said 

You kept doing a few chores around camp, barely noticing Arthur and Charles were back from hunting. After giving some meat to Pearson, Arthur’s very first gesture was to gently kiss your forehead. Instead of spending time with him, knowing that your chores were done, you decided to withdraw inside your tent to get some rest and untie your corset, wanting to take it of for the rest of the day. 

Since he came back to camp, Arthur could not take his eyes away from you. He could easily notice something was wrong, he could feel it. Just by the way you held yourself, or how quickly you headed to your tent, closing its flaps behind you. Whenever he would come back, even after a few hours, you would spend the rest of the day with him, sitting on his knees by the fire, singing old ballads with him, kissing him under the ocean of stars above your head… but not that day. 

Arthur had left his current conversation with Javier and Sean to head to your shared tent, calmly clearing out his voice before entering, not wanting to walk in while you were getting dressed. Indeed, he had seen you naked more than once, but he did not want to have anyone look inside the tent while passing behind him, just out of curiosity. Sean was quick to do it at times, but no one had the right to see your body bare but Arthur. 

"Can I come in ?" he asked 

"Yes." 

You sighed as you took your shirt off, moving your arms back to reach the laces of your corset. Ms. Grimshaw had given it to you a few days after you arrived, she had worn it years ago when her shape was a little similar to yours. It fitted you perfectly, but you wanted to take it off, feeling the need to wander around camp without it for a few minutes. A dress and one of Arthur’s shirts would certainly do the trick ! 

"Hey sweetheart." Arthur said, walking inside as you were untying your corset. "What’s wrong ?"

"Are my arms really this big ?" you asked, dropping your corset on the ground

"What ?" 

"Am I built like a man ?"

"What the hell are you talkin’ about ?" 

You turned back to Arthur while dragging a skirt out of your chest, putting it on over your chemise as he approached you, looking concerned. You stepped back, wishing for an answer first. You could easily spot Arthur’s confusion as his eyes were quick to speak for him. You proceeded putting on one of your shirts you usually would wear for the evening. It was a tailor-made blue blouse Arthur had bought you back in Blackwater. Your favourite. 

"Just… just tell me if I’m built like a man." you asked, being suddenly brought to tears 

"Of course you ain’t !" Arthur laughed, believing you were joking. "What the hell, Y/N ? Haven’t seen a man lookin' as feminine as you yet !"

Arthur’s reaction made you chuckle, but tears were quick to make their way out of your eyes. You hid your face behind your shaking hands as you started crying, doing your best to mute yourself. Micah’s comments were repeating themselves in your poor mind, causing you to break down into pieces despite knowing how beautiful you were, and how amazingly you were built. 

"Oh, princess… c’mere." Arthur said, opening his arms to greet you

"I’m sorry, I’m…-" 

"C’mere."

You walked forward and threw yourself into Arthur’s embrace, burying your head in his shirt, allowing yourself to cry against him. One of his large hands made its way to your hair while the other one kept caressing your back. He kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes. 

"Lemme guess… Micah’s been sayin’ shit." 

"Mmmm-mmmm…" you hiccuped

"I’m so sorry he’s such a bastard…" 

"It ain’t y-your f-fault…"

Arthur kissed the top of your head, feeling deeply saddened about your the way you felt. He was sorry for leaving you alone with Micah, he was sorry for bringing him back to camp after what they did in Strawberry. On a few occasions, Arthur would deeply wish to go back in time and stop Dutch from leaving camp on the day he would encounter Micah. Life might have been easier without him around, the Blackwater’s botched heist would never had taken place, and you would not be crying into his embrace by now. However, there was one thing which made him outrageously devastated, one single thing which was quick to bring him to tears : witnessing you being insecure about your body. 

"It’s alright, sweetheart." Arthur whispered to your ear as you clung onto his shirt. "I got you."

Needless to say, Arthur adored your body. He would run his fingers on your toned arms, on your back, on your calves, and often admire how beautiful you were. You were his main subject when it came to sketching people. You were so inspiring, inside and outside ! Whatever you were doing, Arthur loved it. To his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman in the world. A large shining sun which was blinding him with love. You were the beautifulest gem of his crown, his pride and most certainly one of the main reasons why he was still alive. There were no other women like you, so sweet, kind and caring, so gentle and so strong, eager to help anyone, whatever the situation was. He loved you for who you were, and the rest of the world did not matter as long as he had you by his side. 

It took him about five minutes to calm you down. You left his embrace after some time, he firmly held you by the shoulders, looking into you eyes with a large smile. You could easily feel lost when your eyes would meet his, they were the main reason why you fell in love. His puppy glance won you over so often that you could not even count the number of times you had forgiven Arthur’s attitude and manners. His beautiful green eyes were quick to show you all the support you needed, you knew Arthur was quick when he had to cheer you up, just like you were with him. 

"You don’t have large arms, and you ain’t built like a man." Arthur smiled. "You’re literally a greek goddess or somethin’. You’re perfect."

"You’re saying it because you like me." 

"First of, I ain’t likin’ you, I love. And secondly, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, period. I love your body, I love bittin’ your well-shaped muscles when we’re in bed, run my fingers on your body… I love you, as a whole." 

"Arthur, I…-" 

"If you don’t believe me, lemme try something. SEAN !" 

You gasped, hiding behind Arthur while buttoning your shirt above your chemise as Morgan called for Sean a second time, you heard him scream from the other side of the camp. He was probably eating some stew or was drinking a whiskey before going on guard duty, and would not hesitate to look between your tent flaps if needed ! 

"Oi ! What’s it, English ?!" Sean shouted 

"Ain’t Y/N beautiful ?!" Arthur asked 

"Oh, ya ! One of the most beautiful women of that damn country with Miss Jones !"

"Shut up, Sean !" Karen laughed behind your tent 

"See ?"

This overall interaction made you laugh. Arthur turned his head back to you and gently lifted your chin up for you to meet his gaze one more time. This time, he was blushing. Just the sight of you smiling at him was quick to make him believe some butterflies were flying in his stomach. You were such a gorgeous woman, even Sean, being in love with Karen, was quick to confirm it !

"Darlin’, you know you’re so beautiful when you smile." he mumbled 

"Thank you, Arthur." 

Don’t ever let Micah make you feel like that. You’re a beautiful woman, the most beautiful I know. Nobody should convince you otherwise. 

You nodded, allowing Arthur to drop a soft kiss on your lips before embracing you one more time. Your confidence was still hurt, but Morgan’s words were so encouraging and genuinely filled with love that Micah’s comments were quick to be forgotten. You nuzzled your head into Arthur’s neck, allowing him to kiss your forehead. You felt protected, you felt loved. You did not need anything but Arthur at this moment.

To his eyes, you were beautiful. And nothing would change his mind, nothing. 

Nothing. 

Nothing.

[faela404]

☆ The Library ☆

kazuha x gn! reader

prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…

*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*

warning! swearing, brain-rotting fluff, like a tiny hint of jealously?

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☆ modern day r + j ☆

7:56pm

it didn’t take me long to find his dorm, he was right it was practically directly below childe & ganyu’s.

it didn’t even take him long to answer after i knocked, it was like he was waiting for me

“y/n! come in, come in!” he stepped aside in order to allow me to step inside, his dorm was just as nice as ganyu & childe’s, a beautiful kitchen space, an even nicer living area and in the corner i could see a bedroom door open. the room seemed to have a red and orange theme to it, multiple leaves decorated the walls, my lips stretched into a small smile at the thought that it was most likely kazuha’s room.

“are your roommates okay with me being here right now?” i turned to him at he led me towards the living area

“oh they’re fine with it, i mean gorou and kokomi aren’t even here today”

kokomi?

i’ve never heard that name before, they might just be only roommates and not friends i suppose

kazuha and i settled into our spots on the sofa as he loaded up edward scissorhands

an array of snacks and treats were set out on the table for us, oh childe would be so jealous if he saw all of this!

8:33pm

we were only half an hour into the movie when i felt it

his arm

around me

he was holding me

jesus take the wheel, my heart can’t take this

9:02pm

i’d be lying if i said that kazuha’s arm around me, the warmth his body radiated next to me, the way his scent of maple leaves and forests flooded my senses, didn’t calm me down

in fact i was so calm, i was tired

and it didn’t take long for gravity to take it’s affect on me

my head had fallen down onto his chest

his arm tightened around me, as i carefully wrapped my own around his waist

a/n happy valentines guys! i hope ya’ll have had a very good day! i figured i’d supply you with the cutest fluff of the spring section today!

however, don’t ya’ll worry! the fluff is all over after this :D

that sounds evil-

good🤭

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[tizzypizza]

do you have any splatoon ocs?

sure do, with more on the way! i can’t stop making these babies LMAO heres a rundown (btw tilly and nana are both failed squidsonas, they became their own ocs fhskdh):

jackie•octoling•she/they•: born and raised in the tentatek region of splatsville with an intense appreciation for inkopolis and takarokan fashion. jackie’s got an insanely low social battery and they’re notably very shy, making faster friends with shopkeeps than they do with other inkfish. she rarely if ever competes in any turf games if she can help it, mostly wielding easier weapons like the vanilla splattershot jr.

nana•inkling•custom splattershot jr.•they/them: born in inkopolis and moved to splatsville at a young age, nana is a young up-and-coming musician with a passion for all things fusion. they’re notoriously very loud and impulsive, and will stay up until 3 am slamming on their drumset or plunking out tunes— much to the discomfort of their roommate. they’re a massive toni kensa fan and can’t bear being seen in anything but kensa gear, which has already run their thin musician pockets into the ground. they’ve tried for a kensa sponsorship so frequently despite their abysmal lack of competitive skill that they’ve already been blacklisted from several store locations, but they’re nothing if not stubborn. they spend many hours in the work week salmon running, hoping to earn enough to line their closet with even more kensa gear.

raccoon•inkling•variety chargers•they/them: raccoon is a splatsville native but has never followed too intensely into the rambunctious and colorful nature of their hometown, having lived the majority of their life selectively mute. out of all of the other cephalopods in my roster they’re by far the most competitively adept LMAO they’re a variety charger onetrick who sometimes flexes into blasters, and they’re a complete and utter deadshot. they land their shots so frequently that they tend to wear headgear that obscures their vision just to handicap themselves, which in turn helps them train. for their terrifying charger prowess they’ve got an equally terrifying visage— bright, unblinking yellow eyes with contracted pupils and a perpetual grin— but they’re actually a massive sweetheart with a cheeky sense of humor.

snow•octoling•vanilla splash-o-matic•she/her: snow is one of many octarian army defects spurred by the calamari inkantation. she was a relatively high ranking tactician/battle strategist, and she carries that same skillset into her competitive play. she’s very proper and curt, oftentimes rude in how she addresses her fellow teammates to the point that they joke that she never “mentally” defected. there is, however, a way into her heart: cute stuffed animals and squid sisters merchandise.

tilly•octoling•sloshing machine•she/her: tilly was born in the takarokan splatlands to all but neglectful parents. being left to fend for herself at a young age led her straight to a grizzco branch located out in the badlands, and she’s been doing nothing but salmon run since. she takes her job very seriously and is quick to scrutinize any less capable teammates (though not out loud). she spends most of her days stalking around grumbling to herself, shooting withering glares at any passerby unfortunate enough to have locked eyes with her.

heres the th https://toyhou.se/~characters/manage/folder:4394713 u can also see my ocs through the tizzylings tag sorry if my english got jumbled these waves are killing me

[raytoropussysupremacy]

Okay, so my partner and I just watched The Midnight Curfew, the unauthorized documentary, and the vibes were BIZARRE. I don’t see a lot in the tag for it, so here goes, it’s long, sorry:

Gerard is basically the only band member that’s talked about (shocker) and they’re painted as a tortured, mentally unstable genius and nothing else. One of the interviewees admitted to -punching Gerard in the face- to get them to calm down and seemed? Proud of it? And they called Gerard’s abscessed tooth an “overblown toothache” and said it caused them a lot of drama and hardship because they were in so much pain that it was making it hard to record and the interviewees were -annoyed- about it..

Mikey was mentioned as “Gerard’s brother, so I guess he HAD to be there, he was awful at bass, didn’t know how to play bass at all.” And then later in the documentary “Mikey saved the recording session from all of Gerard’s drama by being calm and just playing bass”.

Ray wasn’t mentioned significantly, but there -were- recordings of him talking about the beginnings of the band. Edit: I thought this was uncredited, but it was just really hard to tell through the captioning. It was credited, it was just his voice though? Like it was taken from a separate interview?

Frank was surprisingly mentioned almost not at all, his enthusiasm for the band, his scorpion tattoo, how his connections in the scene really helped with promotion, etc. none of that was mentioned. Basically nothing about the music itself was mentioned.

The owner of Eyeball Records called My Chem a nerdy band (confusing; they are, but that’s not their sound) and then said that once nerds started doing school shootings, we as a culture were forced to pay more attention to them so it didn’t happen again. And that My Chem seemed like the school shooting types of nerds??? Coldest take in the universe, what the fuck are you talking about.

Another interviewee (I can’t remember them all, sorry, they also look really similar) called their music ‘emo’ which is one of my biggest fucking pet peeves. Emo is not! 👏🏻 A! 👏🏻 Music! 👏🏻 Genre! 👏🏻 The bands that have been labeled as such do not sound similar at all, try again! Also My Chem have explicitly said, early on even, that that is not a word they associate with their music. They’ve used ‘violent pop’ and ‘rock’ as categories in interviews.

Also the documentary starts and is intermittently punctuated by a lilting, extremely posh-sounding English person that makes the whole thing feel like a David Attenborough nature documentary. Their perspective is very detached and it sounds like they’re writing an article based off secondhand knowledge, it’s very fucking weird.

The interviewees also talk about the band leaving Eyeball Records and signing to a major label and the vibe is ‘sad bitter exes’. The documentary feels like Divorce Court at this point. Not an actual quote but it was like “My Chem did what they had to do in order to break out and be bigger, and it stung. It was devastating, I cried about it, but I’m happy for them!! If I’m not what they need that’s fine! It’s….fine.”

And obviously the funniest part was everyone saying that they don’t know how the band are going to top themselves, and they’d better not overthink it or they’re going to crash and burn. This came out shortly before Black Parade, so RIP to these men’s egos.

I would love to know more people’s thoughts on this thing, weirdest hour I’ve ever spent in my life so far.

[live-laugh-loverpool]

Hi! Could you write something involving just Fabi and Bobby?

I think the two have been friends longer, so maybe something involving Bobby trying to help a nervous Fabi overcome his shyness at a time when he needs to speak in public.

I think this is the quickest I finished a fic 😆😆

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The Press Conference

Fabinho nervously fiddled with his zipper, his sweaty fingers slipping off the metal. A week ago, a major sports news site had contacted him for an interview. But now he wondered why he’d ever agreed with them.

When he’d written them back, saying that he would conduct the interview, he’d felt relatively confident. It was a Portuguese news site, which took the worry of translating his English correctly away, but Fabinho still felt nervous about it.

“Caramba, Fabinho,” he muttered to himself. He kicked away a juice box that somebody had left in the press room. “Eleven years as a footballer and you still can’t give an interview without panicking?!”

What to do?

The promotional videos were one thing, as the attention usually remained on the product. But Fabinho couldn’t even do those by himself. He had to have another person with him, like Firmino.

É isso! Fabinho snapped his fingers together, taking out his phone. I’ll call Bobby! He’ll know what to do.

He dialed the number and held the phone to his ear. He anxiously checked his watch and wished Firmino would pick up the phone—it would soon be time for the interview.

“Fabi!” Firmino’s voice finally came over the line. Fabinho couldn’t help but sigh with relief. “How’d the interview go?”

How Fabinho wished that Firmino was right and the interview was already over. “Actually…it hasn’t started yet.”

“Ah, stage fright getting the best of you?”

Fabinho nodded, too embarrassed to verbally confirm that yes, he was indeed suffering from glossophobia, or, more commonly put, stage fright. “I know it’s stupid. I’ve been giving press conferences for years and I still struggle with stage fright.”

“Let’s go on camera,” Firmino suggested. “I’m doing some shopping now, but I can chat.”

Fabinho glanced at his watch and saw that he had three minutes. He reluctantly turned his camera on, taking his seat at the press conference desk. His breath quickened when he thought of the dozens of reporters that would swarm him with questions in less than half an hour.

“Forget about the press conference. Look at me, Fabi.” For a moment, Fabinho had forgotten he was on camera now. He focused on Firmino’s hair, crazy and wild yet comforting.

“Remember when the boss wrote back to that kid? The one who was nervous for his exams? El chefe confessed that even he still gets nervous. So what if you still get nervous?” Firmino grinned at Fabinho, showcasing his perfect teeth. “You still manage to press through the press conferences. See what I did there?”

Fabinho couldn’t help but laugh at Firmino’s awful pun. “You know what? You’re right, Bobby—even if your jokes are terrible.”

“They still managed to make you laugh,” Firmino pointed out. “You can do this, Fabi. Remember—if you get nervous, just imagine all the reporters are me.”

Fabinho was about to respond when he heard footsteps outside the door. Quickly apologizing to Firmino and promising to text him later, he stuffed his phone into his pocket just before the journalists and reporters swarmed the room, sitting on every flat, stable surface available.

He steadily gazed at the chairs, mentally shutting out the hustle and bustle of scraping chairs and rubber soles dragging over the carpet. Then instead of three dozen journalists, he imagined three dozen Firminos.

“What’s so funny?” a reporter asked him out of nowhere.

Fabinho then realized he was die laughing in front of thirty-six reporters. He managed to catch his breath, adjusting the microphone.

“Não é nada. Comecemos.”

[sskk-ao3feed]

the five stages of grief don't account for the theory and application of alternate universe contingency plans

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5AFIYhd by postcardorigami -which is, to atsushi, a major oversight "What-,” Atsushi begins, throat dry at the prospect of watching Akutagawa walk away from him. He can’t name the emotion that builds in his chest, only that he thinks it might feel like watching him die all over again, and he’s not keen to relive that experience any more than he already does. He already sees it every time he closes his eyes. “What are you going to do now?” He buried Akutagawa—his Akutagawa, the one that had tried so hard to keep his promise even with his body stolen from him—with his own hands, not two hours ago. Dirt still crusts beneath his fingernails—he’d clawed away the soil bare-handed, sight blurry as he’d cradled a thin, sickeningly peaceful corpse and lowered him into the grave, alone. No one had offered to come with him, not that he would have allowed anyone to. or: atsushi's just taking everything one step at a time, and that means accepting that his new partner and his old are not the same man Words: 5427, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Bungou Stray Dogs: BEAST Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, yeahhhh canon aku is gone im sorry he's not coming back, but you can have some proxy budding codependency instead, Alternate Universe Selves, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending, Bittersweet Ending, like for real yall akutagawa bsd is dead and not coming back, basically my worst nightmare for asagiri to make canon, anyway petition for asagiri to bring back aku for realsies, No beta we die like Odasaku, i wrote this in like a day dont at me, non graphic sexual content, Implied Sexual Content, Panic Attacks, maybe sleeping with the au version of your partner is a bad idea, mayhaps even an Unhealthy Coping Mechanism, but i think they can be allowed it for rn read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5AFIYhd

[dorotheian]

Here’s my take on Ridley Scott’s Napoleon

Personally, I enjoyed the movie, but for a lot of people, it will be a mixed bag. Let’s just say there’s a lot of leaf in a story that people are probably watching for the forest and the trees.

That said, it’s a given that Napoleon’s multifaceted full cylinder 3D miltary-political-domestic Europe-changing life is worthy of a TV series that can’t be portrayed properly with a mere 2-hour movie. As it is, the history is compressed and the transitions are janky (lmao Egypt). The history seems inconsistently tagged with dates and names for people.

Click the readmore and scroll past to the TL;DR if you want my assessment of the movie’s lens without excessive critique or spoilers. Ridley Scott retains his instinct for horror. In the end, it comes off as a bit of a black comedy… but why?

It’ll be controversial and there are good reasons for that….

…. especially in the sexually conservative/uncomfortable United States (the theater experience was interesting; I heard a lot of scoffing and snickering, depending on what was going on). Yes, even prople who are “bored by and desensitized to shock value Game of Thrones sex scenes” that aren’t romantic or sexy, but nevertheless marital. A good amount of the movie feels like it is about Josephine, and her relationship with Napoleon.

These scenes - and much of the movie - would seem to reflect the distorted image of Napoleon as depicted by the papers and propaganda more so than the historical Napoleon, afaik.

I thought Joaquin’s Napoleon was charismatic enough, if a little tight-lipped in a military way … that didn’t fly for everyone; I’m not sure how true it is to his real historical figure.

The French will surely have an opinion, and hopefully they get a lovely dubbed version to listen to. The English-accented script was occasionally trying.

TL;DR ——

As I watched the movie, I was struck by how many tiny details were drawn out… little moments that emphasized a few things:

Honor and Dishonor

Victory and Defeat

Success and Failure

Indignity

I don’t think Ridley Scott was primarily concerned with Napoleon the person per se. I think Ridley was all about portraying this theme:

The indignity of being human stays with you - poor and unknown, rich and powerful and charismatic, ruined and exiled, indignity remains.

I’m serious! You could run a drinking game on every moment Napoleon suffers a major or minor indignity onscreen. The indignity of flies and mosquitoes, of gore, of beheading, of forgetting one’s hat, of dragging chairs around, of being bested, of being harassed and tested by the press, of being powerless in fertility and faithfulness, of being thwarted, of being lectured by young women in lieu of training young men….. It’s everywhere. It explains almost every weird drawn-out detail.

Life is constantly, inexorably undignified, and NO ONE is immune, even at the height of glory.

Now, was Napoleon the best person to explore that theme? IDK. Perhaps Ridley is saying that he was a man driven by indignities and his desire to exert control over them? Seems like you could do the same theme with modern, contemporary Hollywood stars today. But their lives are glamorous and “clean.” 1800’s France was decidedly not dignified and not under control in ways that are decidedly offensive to the American audience.

[ppigtails]

Character Questionnaire.

× G E N E R A L :

Name: Sakia Ayuko Alias(es): Mach 5, Pigtails, Speedy Gonzalez, Chula, Blaze (Sk8 Verse), Slingshot Spider (Spider-verse) Gender: Female Age: 16-17 Birthday: August 3rd Place of Birth: Okinawa, Japan Spoken Language(s): Japanese, English; fluent in both Sexual Preference: Male leaning Pansexual Occupation(s): Hero in Training, Friendly Neighborhood Spider-gal (Soder-verse)

× A P P E A R A N C E :

Eye Colour: Pale Pink Hair Colour: Blonde Height: 5′4″ Major Scars: None

× F A V O U R I T E :

Colour: Pink Song: I can’t choose one for her so I’ll just link her playlist lol Food: Ramen Drink: Fruit Punch

× H A V E T H E Y :

Passed University: No Had Sex: No Had Sex in Public: No Gotten Pregnant/Someone Else Pregnant: No Kissed a Boy: Yes Kissed a Girl: Yes Gotten Tattoos: Not yet ;) Gotten Piercings: Only in the ears Been in Love: Not particularly Stayed up for More than 24 Hours: Yes, absolutely.

× A R E  T H E Y :

A Virgin: Yep A Cuddler: Not really lol, she sprawls out in her sleep and tosses and turns too much A Kisser: Nah, she’s more of a hugger and a puncher Scared Easily: Nope! Jealous Easily: So-so. It’s less jealousy and more ‘her love language is quality time and gets upset if said quality time is interrupted’ Trustworthy: Yes! Dominant: In the secular sense, yes Submissive: Hardly, in any sense really In Love: Hard to say at the moment, people can never really tell with her. She can’t even tell herself, sometimes Single: Yep!

× R A N D O M Q U E S T I O N S :

TW for self-harm/suicide mention.

Have They Harmed Themselves: Only unintentionally Thought of Suicide: No, never Attempted Suicide:  No, never Wanted to Kill Someone: Yes lol Have/Had a Job: No Have Any Fears: Spiders, abandonment, being restrained

× F A M I L Y :

Sibling(s): None Parent(s): Father Children: None Significant Other: None at the moment Pet(s): A mini golden poodle named Kiro!

Tagging: anyone with an OC!!

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

I am the sand in the bottom half of the hour glass (I try to picture me without you but I can't)

by valiant_orange

There was no other way to put it. Tommy Craft was a genius.

But not just 'mom's posting on Instagram that their kid can count to ten and ahh bless him he's so clever' suburban, infantile genius. Real, genuine, he's been tested and his IQ is that of Einstein's level genius. When his classmates were struggling through long division, Tommy was at the back of the class mastering Pythagoras equations using a high school textbook. He'd sit with his brothers doing homework beyond even their comprehension, even with them being five years older than him.

Since he'd graduated high school at the age of fourteen, his older brother Wilbur was constantly, constantly, getting on at him to use his talent for 'the better.'

 Or, the Big Hero 6 au we've all been waiting for.

Words: 920, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: DSMP - Fandom, DreamSMP, sbi - Fandom, Big Hero 6 (2014)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: Other

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu, Baymax (Big Hero 6)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Alexis | Quackity & Technoblade, Alexis | Quackity & Wilbur Soot, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Niki | Nihachu & Wilbur Soot, Niki | Nihachu & Technoblade, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade & TommyInnit & Kristin Rosales Watson & Phil Watson | Philza

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Death, Plot Twists, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Traumatized TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Big Hero 6 - Freeform, Baymax - Freeform, Angst, Heavy Angst, wilbur is Tadashi im sorry I know I promise it has a happy ending, TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Soft Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Twins Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Dream SMP Ensemble are Superheroes, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Angst and Tragedy, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, DSMP, SBI | Sleepy Bois Inc. Bingo (Video Blogging RPF)

[sarcastically-serious-smiles]

It’s not much but it’s mine.

Recently, I’ve come across a fanfic where the author is someone from English major and the characters in the fic are pretty much passionate about books and yes I can see exaggerations but the underlying flavor is there. You can’t bullshit out of thin air unless you have an inking of what it’s supposed to be (and what is this saying about all the slow burn tags in my bookmarks) but it all comes down to another life that I would have liked to live if I was ever given a chance.

I’m just one in the 8 billion people suffering with my own foes just like everybody else is. I was born into an Asian household and one of my parents decided to fuck off and never came back even though they lived 3 streets afar in the same damn city. All of my favorite childhood memories include the times I was left alone in the house with my toys and thoughts so that’s probably saying something.

Then one summer, I discovered the wonders of books and I stayed up till 4 am when I finished my very first book at 8. It was translated from English but I was instantly hooked with the narrative of a soldier stuck on an island on a battle that they were inevitably gonna lose.

Looking back, that probably should not have been what a 8 year old in a country like ours should be reading but I was just curious because mom mentioned it was grandpa’s favorite who had passed away 20 years ago.

I think it all begun from there and I’ve pretty much loved reading as a hobby as a passion until in my mid tweens where I actually was too depressed and filled with anxiety and just latching onto any sort of authority figure in my life (read teachers) to find some sort of, I guess, purpose in life.

It got to a point that my grandma found the knife I was admiring my own veins from, and not knowing what to do but isolate me more, so rather than getting some sort of professional help, I was given more books.

Sometimes I remember crying because I could not buy the book I wanted and I’ve always had trouble making friends. I pretended a lot, and the very first time I read about imposter syndrome, I was left crying for an hour because I was living a lie that I’ve told myself and others.

It’s not a pretty lie, but it didn’t get any worse. I wasn’t physically done anything by anyone but fuck I was lonely.

Life was a bit kinder in high school, I got good marks to get into a good school, not of my own choosing,of course, it was never about my choice but my family’s. Like, you can’t throw away your life and all these Asian drama semantics.

In another life, I would have chosen literature. Any other life, I would have chosen to live with books rather than literally not this. Not who I’ve become. Not who I am now.

But it was never my choice. I was living in a life that I can show my mom what it’s like to be in her dream school, and put my bastard of a father into place if we ever met again and all the relatives talking shit about my elder sister can shut the fuck up.

But life was not that simple.

Mom would never blame me if I ever chose to rebel against my family and chose another school. She would be disappointed but she would understand in the end. She would not have to live day by day, seeing me suffer at uni, at home, at outside, and try to compensate my life at home for all the guilt she feels for putting me through it.

And I’ve never met my father even after 20 more years now.

Also my relatives never learned to shut up, they just shifted to different topics, and that was that.

It’s not what I wanted but I was given this and I should appreciate with gratitude, hmm?

Is this truly my mid-life crisis? Or is this my executive dysfunction making me wanna run away from the very important thing I have to perform 2 months from now on?

What’s with this timing and feeling?

[mrbexwrites]

Find That Word Tag Game

I was tagged by @sarahlizziewrites and have to find the following words:

settle, wiggle, stone, years, firm, sleeves, framing, guests

Some trigger warnings for abuse, violence, death and trafficking.

And, so, behold snippets containing those words below-

Settle- From Memento Mori Part I: Morgana is bonding with a ghost of a murdered woman, who was trafficked and sold into sex slavery. Ylena is opening up about the Loverboy Method of how she was trafficked by her ‘boyfriend,’ Vasily. Morgana has reluctantly agreed to help her solve her own murder.

“Sounds boring,” Ylena looked at her nails. “Anyway, Vasily and his friends were talking about moving to the UK, and how much money they were going to make there. He was always away on business, which seemed really exotic. He was always flying away somewhere. He was going to settle down and live in London, and grow his business from there.There were way more opportunities in the West and the UK was the best. So I practised my English, watched the BBC and got ready to come here.I told him that he couldn’t leave me behind.”

Wiggle- From Memento Mori Part III: In the almost 100k in these novellas, I’ve not used ‘wiggle’ once, only ‘wiggled’, so you’ll have to excuse a slight deviation from the rules! We’ve jumped in time, and Morgana has (spoilers) caught up with Vasily and *finally* managed to keep her promise to Ylena. Her non-binary sibling, Avery (Codenamed ‘The Bacchanal’) is planning a ‘small’ party to celebrate.

The elevator doors opened, and Arty rushed to meet me. 

I knelt and scooped the excited ball of fur into my arms. 

“Hey, little dude,” he licked my face and almost wiggled out of my arms. “It’s good to see you too. Uh...what the hell?” 

“Deathkins!” Avery waved at me from the snug they were curled up on. They toasted me with a daiquiri. “Congrats on conquering your evil little human trafficker. Don’t mind the Help. They’re just helping me set up for a little soirée I’m planning to celebrate our success.” 

“A little soirée?” I let Arty down, and he scampered off. “Ave…”

“I promise...just friends and family, and a few people.”

“How many?” 

“A few….honest! Cross my heart!”

“What is your definition of ‘a few’?” I had learned that Avery’s ideas of numbers and mine very much differed wildly. To me, ‘a few’ was no more than ten people.

Stone- From Memento Mori Part II: I’m not even sorry, folk! Yes, I’m not normally this chaotic, and regretting my decision to do these in the order of the words as they were given in the game, and not chronologically in the story itself. It’s been one of those days, and you’re just going to have to accept that I’ve deviated from my actual personality. Matisse is a Millenium Citizen, like Morgana, but with healing powers. This is just a snippet from a filler scene to a) build the character a littler, but also, to help me hit that sweet, sweet 50K NaNoWriMo word count, baby!

I made my way back to the store room that was my makeshift bedroom, kicking a small stone with my shoe. Not looking where I was going, I bumped into Matisse. He sported a black eye, and a cut across his nose. 

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine in an hour or so,” he pulled the bloodied bandage away from his nose, a blood clot falling away from his nostril. “Nothing that I can’t handle.” 

“You don’t look okay,” I peered up at him, the worry must have been etched clearly on my face, as he waved me off. 

“Yesterday took a lot out of me,” the bandage went back to his nose, stemming the bleeding. “I just need something to eat . Time heals all wounds,” he chuckled to himself. “At least it does for me.” 

I handed him my half-eaten cereal bar from Clay. 

Years- From Memento Mori Part IV: Last year’s NaNoWriMo attempt that I wrote whist battling a kidney infection and enjoying the codeine that the NHS prescribed me. Needless to say, it needs a lot of work and some tough-love editing/major re-writes. It’s a darling that refuses to die, mainly because I was trying to write a happily-ever-after-fluff peice, which is essentially fanfic for myself.  This is some context for a couple of new ghosts that Morgana has ‘acquired’ on her journey to New Mexico and the made-up town that I invented to base some story events there!

August had tried to arrest Jeremiah, after he’d fled Arizona, having held up a bank, stealing two hundred dollars of cash, and several rings and necklaces off of the ladies who were in with their husbands, and according to him, some stolen kisses were also exchanged. He’d double crossed his own gang to ensure he got away with the money, and crossed into New Mexico, not realising that August Washington, the son of a freed slave, was hot on his heels. 

They’d gotten into a firefight, each man taking six bullets to the torso. Jeremiah had taken a bullet to the neck, ending his short life; he had been twenty four years old when he bled out on the sand not far from where Halo Rock had been founded.

Firm- Back to Memento Mori Part I: (I’m not even sorry any more guys!) Morgana is getting deeper into her investigation into Ylena’s murder, and her own police work is starting to intersect with the detectives’ from Police Scotland, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, as Morgana has an excuse to see West a bit more (bow chicka wow wow!)

West led me over to his desk, and offered me a seat. I sat clutching my bag to my chest. He had dark circles under his eyes, and dark stubble was taking over his face, and his sandy hair was ruffled. His shirt was crumpled, as if he’d been asleep in it. 

“It’s been a long night,” he sat his coffee down and sat back against his chair. “Got assigned to a suspicious fire in Drumchapel.”

“The NCA safehouse?” 

“I would ask how you know about that, but having seen your starring role in the Skeptikz video, consider me a firm believer in your skills.” 

“You’ve watched it?” I groaned. 

“Tell him to deal with my case,” Ylena demanded, perching on the desk with her arms crossed. 

“After meeting you the other day, I wanted to see why Samuels recommended you. I mean, we all know about you, but it’s just been stuff from the papers. But the guv, she trusts you, so there had to be more than just what the press say.  So, it was good timing when I searched for you online, and the newest video for those guys was the first hit.” 

“I thought you looked familiar,” Cammie called from his desk. “Ghost Girl! You sure gave that guy the heebie jeebies!” 

Sleeves- From Part II: Okay, so I’m going to try to stick with some semblance of chronological order now. This is me trying to give some world-building/Lore for the Millennium Citizens. I like the idea of not having to explain everything (Like Robin Hobb and the Elderlings- they just are) but that said, in-world context is necessary, especially when you accidentally form a plot along that one bloody thing you didn’t want to focus on.

I thought of the Aon, lurking somewhere deep in the Beyond, its blue eyes hunting for me. 

“The old gods,” Rizwan chuckled and shook his head. “They weren’t omnipotent, all-knowing beings. They were fallible. They were human. They weren’t separate from their people. Sure, they might live in a high mountain, but if someone was brave enough, they could climb up and steal from them.”

“Like Prometheus,” I picked up and studied the clothes that Aisha had brought me. She had leant me one of her dresses; black with red flowers embroidered on the sleeves and hem. I pulled it on over my head. 

Framing-From Searching for Starlight, my attempt at Sci-Fi. A small snippet from a party, that’s about to become a bloody coup attempt.

A band with musical instruments that were foreign, yet familiar, started to play. Everyone’s attention turned to the small stage, and Rashmi saw Sekhmet’s lips twitch into a smile. 

Asase, her dark, curled hair framing her features like a halo stood before the microphone. Her voluptuous figure was shown off by the purple sequinned dress she wore, a high slit up the side gave away a hint of skin, that had it gone any higher, would have been scandalous. 

Waiting for the music to reach its crescendo, Asase started to sing, her voice low and husky, making Rashmi’s arms tingle. Whatever spell Sekhmet had cast on the room was broken, and all eyes turned to the singer, transfixed. 

Guests-Further on in the scene from Searching for Starlight.  Rashmi has been trying to avoid Riassa, but now the Councillor has managed to get her in her sights!

“Perhaps, then, you would care for some company,” a tall woman, over seven feet tall stood next to her table. She wore a high collared dress that ran all the way to her feet. It was cinched at her waist, and her head was covered in a semi-circular hat that reminded Rashmi of a crescent moon. The woman didn’t wait for an invitation, but pulled out the seat Kai had vacated and sat next to her. 

“Bright One,” the woman bowed her head slightly, and Rashmi felt her stomach sink. She had never met the Luminarian Councillor, but Riassa’s reputation was well known to her. “I hope you had a chance to read what I passed onto you. It is such a shame that Corporal Alonic was taken away and placed on a cruiser headed for Harbourage. Due to his redeployment, he wasn’t able to pass on your response about meeting.”

“I’m afraid that I’ve been busy,” Rashmi tried to keep her voice even. 

“Yes, you have been so very busy lately, being asked to crew the Windjammer with Switchpace and her crew of odd-balls. But yet, here you are, without an escort, and in public for the galaxy to see. Why do you think that is?”

“Because my commanding officer was awarded a medal, and invited me along. And a contingent from my home world are here as guests of the Assembly?”

“Oh! That is darling!” Riassa laughed, a soft tinkling sound that reminded Rashmi of chimes in the wind. “No, my dear. You’re out in public, because you’re not that special, and no longer worth hiding away.”

I'm going to tag @thecatsgrave, @lindira @angelicminds, @thelemoncannibal and anyone else who wants to join in!

Your words are: Steer, ghost, scarf, protect, flaunt, slight, fingers, cackle

[neversetyoufree]

Not to out myself on here as being a pretentious nerd with a philosophy degree, but it occurs to me that doing metaphysics in the VnC universe could get really interesting.

Like, the World Formula is inherently a really metaphysical concept, except in VnC land, it kind of isn’t. The mystical system that runs under the surface of their reality and defines how the world works is a demonstrably extant thing that vampires have the ability to perceive and interact with directly. The World Formula may not be tangible exactly, but in a very real way, it is a metaphysical concept that has been made into something physical. It’s like if debates in our world about whether the “laws of nature” meaningfully exist could be solved by saying “Of course they exist. Vlad over there can literally see them.”

And on that note, the demonstrable existence of the World Formula would throw a fascinating new light on existing metaphysical questions. If the World Formula, which is more or less proven to exist, is a mathematical system, does that mean math is real? Or could we argue for a worldview where the underpinnings of reality are mathematical in nature, but “addition” and “the number 3” are still just concepts made up by humans to describe the world, rather than actual extant things? And what about free will? Is it possible to argue that you’re free when your very being is defined as part of mathematical formula that you do not decide on? When changing that formula can change your behavior, and you have no control over that fact?

Hell, we don’t even know whether humans’ natures are also written into the world formula the way vampires’ are, so maybe there’s VnC-verse philosophers arguing that humans have free will, but vampires don’t.

[adonis-koo]

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

___ | Next

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…? 

[izzyizumi]

{A.M.V.} Digimon Adventure x 02 x tri. x 2020 featuring Character{s}/DUO/SHIP/O.T.P: Koushiro{u} Izumi x Taichi Yagami {KOUTAI}/{Taishiro}

Title: Part of {THIS} World

Song: Part of Your World (from The Little Mermaid) (C) D.I.S.N.E.Y Series: Digimon (C) Toei Animation

Summary:

“Oh, there is SO MUCH I DON’T KNOW, There is SO MUCH I HOPE {T H E Y} [TEACH] M E, WHY does a fire ‘burn’? TELL Me,”

I call this A.M.V. & storyline, “the difference between ‘Interests’ you hate / can’t get anything (personally) worthwhile out of {the things Vademon forces directly on Koushiro in Ep 24 - False, empty, anti intellectual ‘concepts’ like “Cosmic Power” mentioned in the J.P.N version}, and Interests you ENJOY, and why they’re Important (to Koushiro Izumi’s canon Character Developments & Character traits across the entire series).” {Yes, INCLUDING in post 02 media like tri., Kizuna, and DigiAdv 2020.}

“Is it wrong to want to ‘KNOW’ Everything?” - Koushiro, genuinely questioning, to Vademon, Adventure Ep. 24 “I DON’T WANT TO KNOW! I DON’T want to kNOW” - Koushiro giving up Koushiro’s “Inquisitive Heart” (in American English U.S. dub, this was localized as “Curiosity”) ... but it’s actually Koushiro’s ‘Inquisitive’ “Heart” “I want to Know! I WANT TO KNOW!” - Koushiro Izumi willingly regaining Koushiro’s Inquisitive Heart, at Ep’s End

A.K.A.: Why WAS Koushiro’s Crest “KNOWLEDGE”? (And why is “KNOWLEDGE” Important to Koushiro’s Whole Storyline?) {And why is finding your personal “KNOWLEDGE” Not A “Bad” Thing??} And why is it NOT bad to acknowledge such things & concepts AS, SPECIFICALLY, ‘KNOWLEDGE’? (Of course, a certain main storyline of Koushiro is tied in by or at the end too, but it’s not the only thing this time...)

And as an added bonus, this cover was sung by Natsuki Hanae himself!!! (Natsuki Hanae is Tri!Taichi’s J.P.N seiyuu {voice actor}!!)

Made in 2 hours, with another hour spent previewing & formatting this post. I must have re listened to this 50 times in a row because the track (it’s a semi common error with things I’ve made by now, I’ve noticed) glitched about 15 clips in, and then Ep 21 clips nearly made the whole thing crash. (Which also wasn’t even 30 clips in) The full amount of clips is 34, but the song is almost 3 minutes long. The clips used here are intended to be timed to mood of the song and the lyrics, (including some influence, if not entirely as I’m also taking from this J.P.N version, from the original English song) while also reflecting actual canon influence.

This is the J.P.N version of the song, so the lyrics are lightly adjusted! Unfortuntely, this one isn’t yet sub’d, so please rely on my reference for lyrics, thank you!! (I highly recommend reading them before watching!)

Clips used are from (mainly) Adventure Episode 24 (a Koushiro focus ep) until through to Tri’s “Kokuhaku” and “Soushitsu”.

The main scenes used are Koushiro relevant moments, (no major battle scenes here), a single shot of Tri!Taichi (Soushitsu / Part 4 relevant moment), and the middle moments of Kokuhaku where the Tri Chosen and Koushiro reunite in front of Taichi, from the middle end of Kokuhaku (the one previewed in trailers). A miniscule moment from DigiAdv 2020 Ep 14 is also used for emphasis, though this one mainly focuses on Adventure{s}!Koushiro, 2020!Koushiro is definitely included in this concept as well.

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[cowboy-turtle]

Handyman

Part 7 of the La Parca series

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!Reader

Words: 4k

Tags: Smut: unprotected piv, orgasm denial/edging, (blink and you miss it) choking; blood mention; sweaty, pink shirt Javi (!!!)

A/N: This is...straight out of a porno lol, enjoy!

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“Those cheap fuckers didn’t stay to install it?” Javier huffs over the phone. “The embassy’ll do anything to save a few bucks.”

His gravelly voice rasped his displeasure against your ear enjoyably, especially when he had whispered You like it? in regards to his gift just moments before.

You’d called Javier to thank him after stumbling into it that morning, your bleary eyes not alerting you of your new roommate in the early hour of your alarm clock. The large box takes up a majority of floor space in your bedroom, dumped there carelessly by the two delivery men after you signed your name on the dotted line.

Even with your stubbed toes, your heart somersaulted from where you could see the edge of the cardboard corner peeking out from down the hall, curling the phone cord in your fingers.

“Well, I’d like it better if it was installed into my window,” you laughed, “but yes, I love it.”

That had been yesterday, the call ending with Javier’s promise to come over later this afternoon to help you unbox the new air conditioner and secure it into the window. He’d seemed tired, unable to drive you to campus lately because of his work. His voice grew scratchy and deep from lack of sleep, one of your tips having led to a promising address and after-hours surveillance was quickly turning into back-to-back all-nighters. But it’s nothing a little coffee can’t fix, he had said, and you feel slightly selfish in your excitement to see him again.

But his offer to help could not have come at a better time, the weatherman on your television announcing it’ll reach triple digits today while you sip your morning coffee, a late heat wave that’s crawled it’s way into September with a vengeance. You’re thankful you can at least spend some of it inside the office of the professor you’re assisting, grading pop quizzes in the freezing temperature she keeps on her thermostat.

You’re deep in thought, reading out an answer for her opinion while you tap the business end of a red correction pen against your lip, not noticing the scarlet splotch blooming in its wake until Anita stops you with a laugh. She announces a break, handing you a paper cup of the lukewarm sludge that’s been idling all morning in the old coffee pot sputtering beneath piles of essays.

“Have you given any more thought to the position?” she asks.

You hum around the disposable rim of your drink. “We’d have to go to America next year?”

“Just over the summer on a research fellowship. Their government is paying for it as some display of unity against the war on drugs, and how it’s impacting the children of Colombia.” she sighs then, shaking her head. “As if we need their support helping our own people.”

“So they’re basically going to parade us around, is what you’re saying?”

She shoots over a look, but can’t stop the conceding smile she gives you. “It’ll look good on your resume, okay? And you’re one of my best students, I’m not asking just anyone.”

You brush away the compliment with a quick shuffle to count the remaining quizzes to grade. “And I’d have to learn English?”

“Yes, if you don’t know it already.”

You smile to yourself. “I know some words, but I have an idea on who can teach me.”

The idea in question had beat you back to your apartment after class was dismissed, hiding in the shade of the faded candy-cane striped awning of the corner store, heat shimmering off the asphalt between you encasing him like a mirage. The pink shirt he has half-tucked into dark jeans is already sticking to him, darkened with sweat in the peaks and grooves of his body. His hair looks damp around the edges as you approach and you already want to feel it through your fingers.

“Someone ring for a handyman?” he calls to you as you cross the street, smirk adorning his face.

His hand reaches out when you’re near and gently cups your face, humid palm on your cheek and thumb rubbing against the corner of your lip as concern draws his expression inward.

“Is that blood?”

“What?” you turn to the storefront window to squint at your reflection and laugh. “Oh, no, it’s just some red ink.” You wet a thumbpad and press it against the offending stain to no avail as Javier relaxes beside you.

You feel the faint trickle of cool air escaping the open doorway of the bodega and consider convincing Mrs. Martinez to let you hide out in the freezer. Anything to avoid the stifling heat that’s been collecting in your apartment all day, but Javi is already taking your hand to lead you upstairs.

It’s like the weather has sucked all of the enjoyable air out of your place the second you step in, suffocating humidity using it as a safehouse until the moment you step inside, blasting your face with heat. Javier grunts unhappily behind you as he makes his way to your bedroom while you detour to the kitchen, pulling out the small toolbox underneath the sink.

You watch as he slices through the tape adorning the package, bubble wrap and cling film soon decorating your bed and the remaining real estate of your floor. The curves of his arms flex when he hauls the old unit out your window, the sounds of outside traffic rushing in through the open crevice it leaves behind. He wipes a palm across his forehead, silver watch glinting in the harsh afternoon sunlight and dripping hair sticking to the corners of his temple. He looks over to you then.

“Help me with this?”

You assist hoisting the new appliance onto the windowsill stained with the dusty outline of its old predecessor, its shiny plastic exterior contrasting the aged wood framing. Javier smiles down at you when you make a pleased sound at the perfect fit. You look up at him and don’t know if it’s the heat heightening your senses or driving you delirious, but you never thought sweat could make a man look more attractive, the sheen of it highlighting the dips and curves of his neck to his exposed chest. You’re leaning towards him before you realize it, head dipping to brush your lips against his throat and you hear his breath change when you run your tongue against him to lick up.

The air conditioner teeters between you and he lurches to grab it, chuckling when you scramble to hold onto your side too.

“Let me take care of this first, cariño,” he promises, “then I’m all yours.”

He leans to plant a chaste kiss as a placation to your lips and you hum against him, reluctantly pulling yourself away and up to your feet when he turns his attention back to the task at hand.

You try to stay out of his way while you hear him mumbling through the instructions, busying yourself around the apartment to the sounds of tightening screws and ruffling pages. You’re pouring yourself a glass of water when something clangs to the floor in your bedroom, a quick Fuck! punctuating the action. The drink in hand suddenly turns into Javier’s, your hand digging into your ice tray to plunk in a few cubes in hopes of easing his annoyance with something refreshing.

Your request to take a break dies on your lips when you reenter, the mesmerizing stretch and pull of his shoulders underneath the soaked fabric of his shirt rooting you in place. You start to have other ideas of how to relieve his tension, watching him from the doorway as he leans back on his haunches, eyes squinting at the instruction manual as sweat glistens on his neck. He wipes a hand across his damp mustache (not much unlike the motion he does after certain other activities, your brain and other body parts respond) and turns to you when you let out a tiny sigh.

“Can I help you?” he asks, eyeing the dripping water glass in your hand.

“Mmm, I don’t know,” your low voice husks at him, winking. “Can you help me?”

He shoots you a disgruntled look. “Don’t distract me,” he instructs.

Instead you dramatize a simper into the doorway, throwing the back of your hand against your forehead.

“Oh, strong handyman,” you drawl, “but I’m just a lonely housewife. Won’t you keep me company?”

The sweaty grouch of a man doesn’t play along, only grunting out “Yeah? Do you want the a/c or not?”

You bite back a laugh at his grumpiness and double down on your performance, much to his chagrin.

“Oh!” you exclaim, clutching your chest as he eyes you warily. “But I have no money! Handyman, how ever will I pay you?”

He doesn’t grace you with a response, turning back to the manual instead. You pout, searching for another approach, something that’ll grab his attention. The cool glass of water slides against your palm as you dip your fingers in to retrieve an ice cube.

“Do you take other forms of payment?” you ask suggestively. He huffs at that, fighting back a smile that refuses to face you.

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?”

“Well, I am hot. So. Hot.” You hold the ice cube to your lips, puckering around it to offer a soft sucking sound. He turns to you then, whatever biting remark he had dying on his lips when he sees the way your tongue darts out to lick against the quickly melting ice. It runs down your fingers, a rogue trickle escaping the plush of your lip to dribble down your chin, dripping onto your chest.

“Don’t you want to cool off with me?” The slippery ice rolls around your fingers as you draw it down past your mouth, tracing a melting path to your cleavage. Javier sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, watching its descent with heated interest in his dark eyes.

“Cariño,” he warns, “I’m almost done, I promise.”

You step forward to set the glass of water down at your nightstand, the last remnants of your ice running down your arm as you peel off your sweat-drenched shirt to his tense-jawed observation, your bra slipping down your shoulders not soon after. You level him with a challenging gaze.

“Then we’ll just have to see who finishes first.”

He vaults over the bed before you have time to dodge his grasp, your laugh turning into a squeal when he tosses you backwards onto the sheets with ease, bubble wrap popping and sticking to your slick back. The mattress bounces then dips as he plants his knees on either side, hovering over you.

“Javi!” you gasp around a disbelieving laugh, “but the a/c!”

“I guess that can fucking wait,” he growls, “it seems like someone needs to learn a lesson about patience.”

He dips down, tongue searching for any hint of coolness left behind on the trail you’ve made, but it’s already merged into the sweat glistening across your chest. He voices his discontent with a bite against your neck, sucking skin between his teeth hard enough to make you arch into him with a moan.

The dampness of Javier’s calloused hand slides against your breast, his hot mouth consuming the peak of it but the overwhelming sear of his flicking tongue on your fevered skin only makes you whine.

He gets an idea then, reaching towards your nightstand. His fingers dip into the cool glass of water sweating away, dripping onto your mattress as he pulls out an ice cube. You gasp as he runs it up the center of your torso, goosebumps shivering down your arms that grasp his shoulders when he circles it around a nipple. He scowls at you, free hand knocking your wrists away and planting them above your head. You grip the clammy sheets instead, bucking up into his touch when he presses the ice down onto the sensitive, pebbling bud.

His tongue follows the path carved by the melting ice up to where he’s swirling it now, replacing the cold bite of it with the plush warmth of his tongue and you let out a desperate sound, the contrasting sensations tingling straight down to your cunt.

“J-Javi…” you breathe, his teeth grazing against your nipple while his fingers circle the quickly dissolving cube against the other one. He draws back, pulling the hardened peak with him between his lips and it edges on pain until he relents, popping it out of his mouth to soothe it with the remains of his ice. He tuts softly.

“You think begging will work right now, princesa?” he chuckles darkly, already reaching for another ice cube. He alternates between your two breasts, the shock of ice followed by the swelter of his mouth, unaffected by your whines and hips grinding against nothing in search of friction.

“Always so impatient for the next thing,” he sighs, drawing away to begin unbuttoning your shorts. “We couldn’t even make it to the bed the first time.”

“Can you blame me?” you pant, and he hides his acknowledging smile with a bite against your hip as your lower half is freed of clothes. You lie nude and breathless beneath his assessing eyes, a fully clothed Javier sliding off the bed to hook his hands underneath your knees and drag you to the mattress’s edge. You see his mischievous glint between your thighs and panic for a moment over whatever he has planned, his mouth drawing towards you in anticipation.

You almost shout and jolt away when you aren’t met with the comfort of his tongue, a shock of cold pressing through your folds instead. You hadn’t noticed him reaching for the glass again and he chuckles, running the ice chunk held between his lips against your pussy, reaching to hold your jutting hips down as the ice quickly thaws on your hot cunt.

He draws his head away once the ice is gone to spit, watching it run down to join the shine of melted water and your quickly accumulating slick. When his tongue finally lathes into you, still cold from the ice it held, you shudder beneath him and grip onto the sheets, the deflating pop of the bubble wrap beneath your fingers doing little to distract you from the sudden changes in temperature against your most intimate area.

Javier eats you out like he’s on a mission with a singular goal in mind, the sloppy noises of his lips and tongue loud over your gasps and cries. He cranes his neck to push further into you, like he wants to be smothered by more than just your shivering legs clamping onto his ears. He eases them apart to look up at you, to see how close you’re getting as he suckles on your clit. Two fingers slide into you, thickness stretching you just on the right side of pain as your orgasm begins to build and climb in the deep of your belly. Your toes begin curling on the breadth of his back as you bite down on your bottom lip, nodding down at him to signify your imminent release.

He pulls his mouth off, biting into the meat of your inner thigh as his dark eyes devour your quivering lips and pinched brows. Just as you begin clenching around his fingers he rips them away, your pleading whine shuddering out into a frustrated cry as the beginnings of your climax float away.

You whimper out his name but he only shakes his head.

“I think I’ve been spoiling you too much, cariño,” he says, reaching for another ice cube. “Maybe you need to remember how nice delayed gratification feels.”

You groan, head falling back onto the littered plastic on your bed as his icy mouth presses onto you once again, and it’s not long before you’re almost tensing up against his fingers in anticipation that he pulls away from you once more.

He’s been edging you now for what feels like hours, the heat of your slick soon joining the dripping sweat of Javier’s face as he brings you right up to the edge, gasping and crying when he jerks away right as your thighs begin to quake. You’re a mess of tumbling pleas and drenched skin sticking to the sheets, especially between your legs, where he’s taking his sweet time driving you to madness. You’re not even sure when he’s shucked off his jeans or shirt, but you’re well past the point of comprehension to shy away from the moan you offer when you feel the hard length of him press against you as he stands.

The box’s discarded film wrap clings to the heat of your back as Javier pulls you up, bubble wrap popping underneath your shaking knees as he positions to take you from behind. He eases into you, your bodies a mess of melted ice and sweat and desperation as he smothers his groan in a bite to your shoulder.

“Fuck,” he shudders out when he bottoms out inside you, “squeezing me so tight, cariño. Maybe I should do this more often.”

Your resulting cry makes him chuckle as he draws his hips slowly back, gripping onto yours as he starts fucking your desperate pussy. The harsh smack of his thrusts bounces you on the mattress, his curling hair dripping onto your back with each onslaught, your face pressed against plastic as you whine and beg and plead for him to let you cum. The sopping wet sounds of your quivering cunt swallowing him over and over fill the room over his grunted questions of Yeah? You want it?

“Yes,” you cry, “I want it, Javi. I want it so bad.”

The amount of times you’ve been so deliriously close has you catapulting towards the edge again in no time, your babbling words signifying as much. He hauls your torso up then, slick back sticking to the sweat of his chest as he pants into your ear.

“If you weren’t so fucking impatient,” he grunts, “we could be fucking with the a/c on right now.”

You want to laugh as much as you want to sob when he changes the angle of his cock, knocking against the sensitive spot that has you crying out, scrambling to grab onto his arms holding you up.

Your abdomen burns, tensing and flexing with each hot lick of pleasure coaxing you to a finish he won’t let you cross.

“Please, please let me,” you beg, “I’ll make it so good, please, Javi.”

“Yeah? You’ve been doing so well for me,” he smiles, brushing his lips against your neck. “Are you ready to cum?”

“Yes, yes,” you sob, nodding against him.

His cock slips out of you then and you could crumple into a blubbering mess but he’s flipping you over, back bouncing onto the bed as he sinks down on top of you. He slides back into you in one long thrust, slippery skin slapping down onto yours. He pulls your legs up, ankles crowding his ears and he leans to almost fold you in half. He pounds into you even deeper, your face scrunched around a wordless cry at his relentless face.

“Let me see it then, cariño,” he demands. “Give me a good one.”

He falls forward, hand encasing your throat as the other reaches between you, thumb finding your throbbing clit and grinding into it. His eyes scan your face, enjoying the way your eyes darkened with an urgent need before he nods, allowing them to explode with light as your body shudders with wracks of pleasure. You’re vaguely aware that you screamed, your climax hitting you hard and racing across your body in unbroken waves. It’s like all of your denied orgasms have accumulated into one, shooting through you as you gasp and tremble underneath Javier.

He’s not far behind you, letting out a choked sound as his rhythm stutters, eyes consuming your wrecked face when he thrusts deeply, spilling inside you. He grips your calf, groaning as he can’t help but grind shallowly into you until he’s fully spent, head drooping as your shivers slow to a crawl, small jolts clenching you around him before he slowly pulls out.

He eases off you and falls onto the bed, pulling you up and onto his chest once he’s situated. You feel pliable and softened, melting in the sweat and fluid of your combined efforts as he absentmindedly pets your arm, heart hammering under your ear.

You lie together in this embrace, your eyes beginning to droop when he shifts beneath you.

You curl into him, mumbling against his skin.

“What was that?”

You pull away, unable to meet his eyes.

“Stay,” you whisper, already prepared to be rejected. “Please stay?”

He’s quiet for a moment, brushing his fingers down your arm.

“Okay,” he finally says. “I’ll stay.”

You sit up, gleaming in delighted disbelief at him and his responding lopsided grin set upon his open face almost makes him look younger until he ducks away, sheepish with a soft, “C’mere.”

You mould back into him, head slotting onto his shoulder and leg sliding between his, like it’s always belonged there. Like this is the most natural thing you’ve ever done, cuddling into your lover to feel his chest rise and fall beneath your cheek, breath evening out as you relax into him. Drowsiness laced from the heat pulls at your eyes, eventually falling under with Javier.

When you finally come to, the first thing you notice is the orange haze of the setting sun blanketing your room, the quiet peacefulness tempting you back into slumber. The second thing you notice is the cool sheets laying across you, clean of any plastic debris. Cool, empty sheets. Your fingers slide across the expanse but find no source of warmth beside you.

After a brief moment of resigned sadness, the third thing you notice is the sudden whir of the air conditioner breaking the stillness of your room. You turn over onto your back, squinting your sleep-heavy eyes to find Javier kneeling at your window. Unbuttoned jeans are slung low on his hips as he sits back to admire his handiwork, your new air conditioner blasting a cool breeze against his face.

“Handyman,” your groggy voice calls out, “come back to bed.”

The look he shoots you is an affectionate Fuck you but he gets up regardless, sliding in next to you and encasing you in his arms. The cold air hits your skin then and you sigh into him. He rubs your back in slow circles and the soothing feeling could lull you back to sleep, but a new thought settling into your brain has stirred you awake. You take a deep breath and spill it out.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

Javier shifts to look down at you.

“I want to say thank you,” you continue, “for the air conditioner.”

He smirks, gesturing between you. “You mean the sex wasn’t the thank you?”

You shake your head, pushing at his shoulder lightly as he chuckles, continuing, “you don’t need to repay me, cariño.”

“But I want to,” you insist, “if you’ll let me take you out on our first date.”

“Our first date? Don’t you feel like that’s already happened?”

“I mean, an intentional date. One where we both know exactly what it is.”

Your heart thumps at his continued non-answer.

“So, do you want to go on a date with me?”

The question hangs in the air for a moment before he finally grins.

“Sure. Pick me up at seven?���

You snort. “You can pick me up at eight. You know where to find me.”

He smiles down at you then, leaning to kiss you and you hum against his lips. You smile coyly when he pulls away.

“So what were you saying earlier, about fucking with the a/c on?”

He growls and you laugh, but it’s quickly turned into a moan when he takes initiative.

And god, do you love when he takes initiative.

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[strawwritesfic]

Kelvin!Pavel Chekov x Ensign!Reader: Room

Summary: Help is on the way!

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All

Challenge: "160 Collective Drabbles" challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.      

Notes: I don’t write out accents. Also, I wrote this after having only seen Star Trek (2009) and Into Darkness. I have tried to make some corrections now that I’ve become a true Trekkie, but it’s still not going to mesh perfectly with any universe.

Room

You began your studies at Star Fleet Academy at a very young age--far from the youngest student ever, but still much younger than the majority of your peers. Studying and learning came naturally to you (especially since there weren’t many students interested in socializing with you). By the end of your second term, there was a bit of kerfuffle over which career path you should take. Just about any had been open to you…except navigation. It became clear from your first day onward that you couldn’t find your way out of a dead-end transporter room with directions.

You’d missed your entire first day at the Academy by accidentally leaving the state. You only arrived at graduation just in time, having inadvertently ended up at a local high school’s. And now it was happening again: Your very first evening on the Enterprise, and you didn’t know up from down.

Wherever you were, it could not be the right place. Your blue uniform was almost entirely washed away in a sea of red and yellow. The few fellow pinpricks of blue you spotted did not respond to your calls for help. Trying to follow them just got you more lost than ever.

After nearly an hour of aimless wandering, you started to get a little more than panicked. Your first shift didn’t start until the next morning, but how were you supposed to tell when the next morning arrived? At this rate, you were never even going to find your room. You were going to end up lost for five whole years. They’d find your decomposing body while cleaning the ship when it returned!

Fear was the enemy of concentration, but by then you didn’t care. You’d ended up in some hallway that remained empty, save for when some of the engineers sped past with a piece of heavy machinery. As the third such group in so many minutes passed, you seriously considered throwing yourself into their path so as to avoid the shame of never showing up for work. They were gone before you could.

You had no other options, then. You found a wall, sat against it, and then blanked out. For how long, you didn’t really know. The point of the exercise was to disconnect long enough to remain unaffected by your situation. Before you could really get that far, however, someone woke you up by roughly shaking your shoulder.

“Huh? What? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be late!” you squeaked as your eyes flew open.

Crouching before you and looking slightly concerned was a young man about your age with thick curly hair and a shirt in Command Gold.

“Are you okay?” he asked in such a thick Russian accent that you almost didn’t think to listen to his next question: “Why are you crying in the hallway?”

Crying? You had meant to stop your crying, but when you lifted your wrist to your cheek, it was indeed wet. “I…I…I…”

His smooth brow crinkled with concern; you felt his fingers contract around your shoulder. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

“No!” you blurted, then had to pause for the rush of relief you felt after managing to complete a sentence, one word though it might have been. The young man blinked. You could feel the heat finally fading from your cheeks. “I’m just…lost.”

“Lost?” he repeated.

Was that a question or was he just echoing the sound? It seemed to you as though he could speak English perfectly well. Not to mention that he didn’t look like he’d grown up on some backwater planet that would require several updates to the Universal Translator for the two of you to communicate. Whatever the problem, he was the first friendly face you’d seen, and he was close enough in age to you (at least in appearance) that maybe he would help you instead of mock you.

“I can’t find my room.” The words sort of chipped out of you, slow and splintered. People were used to you succeeding and excelling; admitting your drastic lack of direction always made you feel embarrassed.

The man nodded his head once and gestured for you to continue. “Where is it?”

“Where is what?” If you knew where your bedroom was, you wouldn’t be in this mess.

“What section is your room in?” he said slowly, as though English was your second language.

“I, uh…” Your fingers scrambled through the front pocket of your bag–more for something to take your mind off your nerves than anything else. You’d long since memorized the actual number. Still, you pulled out the scrap of paper and rattled off, “D950-29.”

You expected him to point you in the right direction (which wouldn’t help at all) and then leave. What you got instead was an immediate change of expression. He beamed, moved his hand to yours, and, before you could so much as ask what he was so pleased about, yanked you to your feet and took off running with his vice-grip still around your fingers.

“I can do that!” he shouted over his shoulder, as though that explained what in the world was going on.

All you could do was slip and skid after him while clutching your bag with all of your might. Soon you’d made it back to the more populated area. The workers dove this way and that in a mad attempt to get out of your way. A few even called after you, wanting to know just what it was you thought you were doing.

“S-Sorry!” you cried back, but by then you were always too far away for them to hear.

The young man led you though four different sectors and five turbolifts, barely pausing for breaks even in the latter. Your legs burned and your lungs ached; you couldn’t catch your breath long enough to ask what was going on. You were just beginning to regret asking for help (sort of…he’d really done it all on his own) when he came to a very sudden halt. The prior momentum he had going sent you several steps past him, but he graciously brought you to a stop before releasing your hand at last.

Still puffing and huffing, it took you a few minutes to finally look up and gather your surroundings. When you did, you realized that you were nowhere near where you’d been ten minutes before. The boy, looking much less out of breath than you were, grinned and threw his arm out toward a marker beside the door.

“D950-29!” he exclaimed.

Hardly daring to believe it, you looked from the now-sweaty paper in your hand to the room’s sign and back again. Sure enough, they matched. “How did you–”

“Ensign Pavel Chekov.” He thrust his hand out toward you, and you took it without thinking. “Tactical officer and navigator.”

Tactical officer? At his age? Forget what everyone was always saying about you. Ensign Chekov was really something. In fact, you were a little star-struck and could only manage staring at him as you introduced yourself.

He did not seem to notice. All he did was smile again in response, and patted your shoulder. “Will you be okay now? No more crying in the halls?”

“I…” You swallowed, really wishing that you could achieve saying something that didn’t make you look like a first-class idiot in front of him. “Yes. And no. I mean–no more crying in the hallways. Until tomorrow, when I get lost again.”

“I will have someone come help you. Your shift starts at 0600, yes?”

“Yes, but–”

Ensign Chekov watched you expectantly, but the next bit of your sentence wouldn’t come. As much you wanted to reject the offer, you wanted more not to have a repeat of this incident in less than twenty-four hours. The last thing you needed was to become known as “that ensign that always loses their way.”

So, instead of speaking, you screwed up your courage long enough to peck him on the cheek. “Thank you so much.”

You darted through the nearby door before you could see his reaction. The kiss had been meant as a polite gesture, but what if he thought you were insubordinate? Thirty seconds passed before you could bring yourself to stand on your tiptoes and peek out the peephole. When you did, Ensign Chekov was walking away, but you saw him–just once–turn around to look back, with yet another smile on his face.