#I’m sorry but he is pretty much avoiding human civilisation

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L: “I am sorry, I don’t really date…”

L: “Though I can tell you… theoretically… if you would like that?”

[beanabouttown]

might be a very very dumb question and for that I'm very sorry. why do you call it the shame plantation? and if it's not a bother, do you have any posts you like about the subject or a tag I can follow to read more about it? thank you so much (and your gifs are just... Perfection

god I’m so sorry I didn’t answer this earlier....... I just. completely forgot 

okay so I’m pretty sure I didn’t coin the name (unfortunately I can’t remember who did). but the reason I (and a few others) call it the shame plantation is in reference to the fact that Thomas’ inscription from meditations tells James to ‘know no shame’, and the theme of shame being a tool of “civilised” society to oppress minorities is present throughout the series:  

1.01, Captain Hume says “gossip is what holds civilization together. It reinforces shame. And without shame, well, the world is a very dangerous place.” 

1.06, Miranda tells Pastor Lambrick that Thomas acted “Not from malice or hate, but from love. From a desire to see the yoke of shame lifted from your shoulders.” 

2.05, Miranda tells James that he is fighting, in part, because he was told by society that his love for Thomas was “shameful.” 

3.03, James hallucinates Miranda telling him “I spoke and bade you cast aside your shame, and Captain Flint was born into the world"

3.07, Woodes Rogers stops men from Nassau from joining James by waiting on the beach, and James says “If he keeps the men off the beach with guns, he only enflames their curiosity. This way, any man who would join us will have to wait with him and suffer his judgment. And he holds them away with their shame.”

3.08, Jack tells Woodes Rogers about how his father was destroyed by “the compound shame of financial failure seen through the eyes of his son.”

I'm sure there are other examples I'm missing, but my point is this: throughout the show, rumour and gossip and shame are used to control and influence people, generally with the goal of making them comply with the wishes of the British empire. By refusing to accept a pardon -- thus agreeing with the empire that his love for Thomas, and the revenge he took after loosing Thomas, were wrong -- James is rejecting the shame that they are trying to use against him. In s1, he tells Miranda that it represents “an intolerable sacrifice.” 

In the opening scene of 4.10, the owner of the plantation, Mr Oglethorpe, gives this speech: 

“What's to be done with the unwanted ones? The men who do not fit, whom civilization must prune from the vine to protect its sense of itself. Every culture since earliest antiquity has survived this way, defining itself by the things it excludes. So long as there is progress, there will always be human debris in its wake, on the outside looking in.” 

In other words, the plantation is a place in which “civilised” society imprisons those who do not conform. It is a physical manifestation of the shame which is used to control them. 

The name is also in some ways a way of rejecting the presentation of the plantation given by some characters (e.g. Mr Oglethorpe, Max, John Silver) as a benign place of sanctuary. Certain people in the fandom also accept and promote this view, most likely because they believe it somehow makes John Silver’s actions in 4.10 more acceptable. Given the fact that all of the guards are seen to carry guns and cudgels, none of the labourers are paid, and oh yeah -- they’ve been sentenced to imprisonment for life after committing no crimes, I find that somewhat unconvincing. That’s not even including little things like Oglethorpe describing them as “human debris”, and Silver straight up killing several men to avoid being sent there in 4.02.

(yes I know that James did some unchill stuff. some murders. but Thomas at least did nothing wrong!) 

Anyway, that’s why I call it the shame plantation. 

In answer to your second question...... I’m pretty sure if you check out my “JS critical” tag you should find plenty of stuff about the shame plantation. @flintsredhair and @im-the-punk-who have also written eloquently about the subject, as have several others, whose posts you should find if you go through my tag! 

[plethoraofocs]

so the origins of my first star trek ocs

so, i watched aos first. and i loved it because it was my introduction to star trek and the characters and i recently realised it’s v problematic and stuff so i watched tos. and this is a super long and needlessly complex explanation of how my first three star trek ocs (dottie, clarke, and taylor) came to be! more on them as individuals to come :) (i did give the broad strokes of their backstories in here so it’s a long post. i’ll put the basic parts in bold so you can skip the boring bits that i just rambled in

my first character, i made for the aos timeline, but shifted her over to the tos timeline without much hassle. 

her name is dorothy (dottie) jane negga, and she was born on the lunar colony to her human parents, as their third child born on the moon (one brother, one sister). they moved back to earth (specifically the greek countryside, which i need to do more research on, sorry) where they started an olive farm (neither of her parents come from greece nor do they have a background in farming, but her oldest brother took a horticultural course on the colony so he gets it up off the ground). she has a supportive and wholesome background (which was difficult for me to write because there was so much opportunity to give her a Tragic Backstory but i need to stop doing that so much lmao), two younger siblings (another sister, and a non-binary sibling). of the five siblings, she is the only child who didn’t want to work full-time on the farm, and the family helped put her through starfleet academy, where she took the command route with various piloting qualifications before being assigned to the enterprise as ‘ensign dorothy negga’ due to her exceptional academic success as well as her fantastic interpersonal skills. 

next up was my second star trek oc, someone i had a vague impression of while watching aos but fleshed out and named while watching tos. her name is s’on ahkhu clarke (i don’t know how vulcan names work i’m so sorry), and she is half-vulcan, half-romulan. in my tos timeline, her father (a weaver of cloth on vulcan) was tricked into thinking her mother (a notorious romulan captain attempting to infiltrate the vulcan high council) was an ambitious young vulcan with no social standing trying to work her way up. he fell in love, she went with it. they had a child together, her mother using it to further secure herself in vulcan society, but she was found out shortly afterwards and escaped back to romulus. clarke’s father raised her alone until she was eight years old, when her mother began correspondence with the vulcan high council over custody of the child. eventually, her father was forced to let her travel to romulan space every other year for a year to stay with her mother. her mother was, by then, captain of a mixed-species, all female, space equivalent of a pirate ship. while she found the practices of stealing, torturing, and murdering not only illogical, but deplorable, her mother told her that if she did not assist in running the ship, she would not permit her to return to vulcan. eventually, she joined starfleet academy during one of her years where she was supposedly ‘on vulcan’, and she managed to partially cut ties with her parents. she was just shy of being legally an adult on vulcan when she arrived at the academy, and was put in accommodation with the equally young cadet dorothy negga. the two became oddly co-dependant despite their wildly different personalities, and their symbiotic study relationship assisted them both in getting grades good enough to be assigned to the enterprise upon their graduation. clarke is a redshirt, but is exceptionally skilled with various types of defensive and offensive attacks from her time spent with her mother, so don’t worry, she’s safe. also : no-one is sure whether or not they were doing the do on the regular in the academy or not, and they won’t comment on the discourse.    

last, and definitely not least (lowkey my favourite of the og 3) we have taylor jones. taylor is... pretty weird, im not gonna lie. so i came up with her in pretty much the same way as i did clarke, a vague idea during aos that solidified during tos, she just took longer to nail down. the enterprise is in full swing by the time she gets introduced during a typical ‘away mission gone wrong’ type situation. she’s quite animal-like, she can’t speak, she’s afraid of everyone (except clarke and spock because telepathy and shit), she is telepathic and empathetic, but doesn’t seem to understand language. she’s in bad nick, and she’s the only survivor of a life-support systems failure of a starfleet-scientist-gone-off-the-rails’s illegal experimentation subterranean lab on a class-m planet. turns out he’d been deliberately inter-breeding species (humans, vulcans, orions, romulans, betazoids, ect) in order to create species perfectly designed to suit various jobs he needed doing to sustain himself on the planet. taylor was designed as basically a poorly treated PA, engineered for and trained to anticipate and fulfil his needs through a combination of telepathy, empathy, and a scarily fast learning and adaptation ability. with the help of clarke, they manage to get her aboard the ship and into medbay, where she (for some reason) practically imprints on dr.mccoy. dr.mccoy nurses her back to health (she won’t let any of the other medical staff near her) and begins to teach her how to communicate verbally, while clarke refuses to leave her side as she takes her time to teach taylor how to control her telepathy and how to refine telepathic communications. when they found her, she didn’t have a name, so they assigned her the name ‘taylor jones’. as well as this, leonard and clarke have to try and untrain her from her need to assist everyone on every little thing. she went missing for the first week she wasn’t locked in medbay as she raced around the ship frantically trying to meet everyone’s smallest whims, only being recovered when kirk was feeling mildly thirsty and she showed up on the bridge with a glass and a pitcher full of water (she got the hang of replicators and other technologies pretty fast, it was what she was genetically predisposed to do, after all). she proves to be quite useful on away missions, as she develops an interest in science (much to mccoy’s disgust, he’d enjoyed teaching her about anatomy and first aid, and is loathe to share her with spock), and kirk appoints her to the role of ‘acting ensign’.    

now this is where my inexcusable surplus of star trek ocs kicks in.

i realised that it’d be pretty dope to make my own starship crew, like, a whole ass crew. but i dont know enough about star trek too avoid continuity errors and shit. so i decided to start my own star trek “series” set approximately fifty years after whatever star trek series is the furthest in the future (so, like, picard, right? idk the timelines im a Bad Fan). the basics for these three are the same, except they start out on another enterprise namesake (enterprise-j) as the flagship of starfleet, where the senior officers (i’ve yet to flesh them out fully) are NOT (obviously) the og bridge crew. eventually, taylor decides to travel to earth to get her qualifications from the academy while the other two girls finish out their ‘explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilisations’ mission. taylor graduates the academy just as that mission ends, and is assigned to a research vessel that will be doing more in-depth research on planets/phenomena encountered by the enterprise-j as ensign jones, under captain dorothy (she insists on being called dottie) negga. clarke gets the position of cheif of security. there are many more charcters on board this ship. i still have more i need to make because i want to make an oc for as many of the people needed onboard as possible. 

[marvelsuperfangirl]

Just A Girl  ( Part 2 )

A/N : Here it is! After a few months, the second part is finally ready for you to read, FYI, the reader has a long monologue, sorry about that. I hope you’ll like this second part as much as the first one :)

Summary: Keeping a secret is hard, but it is even harder when it concerns your real nature. And even worst when you have an enemy that is so close to you that you can’t seem to get rid of. Will Y/N manage to keep her Kree origins for herself or will she have to face some obstacles along the way? 

Part 1

There wasn’t any stain of blue left on you when your story reached its last line.

Bruce, was sitting down with a dumbfound expression overtaking his features and you didn’t know how to acta round him, now that he knew your secret.

You pursed your lips into a tight line and slightly balanced yourself back and forth in your seat, waiting for his reaction.

« What are you again ? »

His voice was calm, at least at first listening but a hint of confusion or even fear tainted his words. As his eyes met yours, you sent a smile his way, trying your best to reassure him. Also to prove him that you were still the Y/N he knew and not a monstruous alien.

« A Kree »

Furiously nodding his head, he looked around the room before setting his attention on you again. You noticed how he was fidgeting with his fingers and he was trying not to look at you in the eye.

«  But why would Fury hire a alien to join the team ? »

With a chuckle, you get up from your chair and went to stand next to the bay window of the lab, which gave you a view of the empty grass field they used as a landing spot. It was a pretty dramatic behaviour, but just by looking at the landscape ; the dense forrest, protecting the compound from prying eyes, the lake,a little but further and that wild path leading to the outside world.

The memories of your arrival on earth as well as your first times with the team started to fill your mind.

« On Hala, my home planet, I was part of a team, similar to the Avengers. It’s called Star-Force. Our mission was to protect the Kree civilisation from any potential enemies. Years ago, were still under the reign of  supreme intelligence engaged a war against another specie of aliens. She told us the Skrulls were conquering our empire and killing our people. But we came to realized that we’ve been set up to annihilate them to boost our own extension.

We actually were the invaders of the story. My civilisation always have been ruled by dictators but nobody complained until now we were doing as we were said and to be honest, my only goal was to be a part of the Star-Force, nothing else mattered.

But everything felt off after all of this was revealed to the population. I felt disgusted to have fought for a purpose like this one. And I was lost, everything I believed in was false… »

With a sigh, you turned around and locked eyes with Bruce.

« I managed to leave Hala. Our saviour, Carol, who was also part of the Star-Force, told me she knew someone on C-53 or eath, as you call it. With just my ship, I set off to find someone called «  Fury ». My researches drove me straight to S.H.I.E.L.D and after explaining everything to him and how I was sent by Carol, he decided that it would be a good idea to have an agent from another planet and with knowledge about the things beyond earth. »

Silence took over the room and Bruce had that shocked expression back on.

« That’s a lot to take in »

«  I know, I’m sorry »

He put his face in his hands, the poor man had just been strike by a revelation you can only imagine to receive in fiction, it wasn’t surprising that he had trouble to deal with it.

« How the hell did you manage to hide your true nature all this time ? »

The question was accurate but you still giggled nonetheless.

« We’re not so different. I mean, we both look humans, only my eyes are a giveaway. And on the other levels, I am just stronger, faster and maybe a bit more evolved regarding technology since we are far more advanced than humans. I’m not pretending to be smarter than you, of course, you’re the only one with a super brain and able to turn into a green giant. »

The last comment earned you a laugh along with a shy smile.

It would obviously take some time for him to get accustomed with all of this, but deep down, you knew it would be alright. You were relieved that Bruce was the one who discovered your secret instead of someone else.

Happiness was more fitting, since now you had an ally on the field and you couldn’t wait to have a conversation with him about Kree technology ; you surely could teach each other some stuff.

The bubble of hapinness was quick to be bursted, the doorknob was actionned from the other side. Someone was trying to come in but fortunately, Bruce had locked the door before even starting to help you clean up. It would have been extremely complicated to explain what was going on there.

The two of you looked at each other, panic rising between you.

« Banner, are you in there ? »

Bucky

« Tony told me you were surely in there. I’m looking for Y/N, have you seen her ? »

Not knowing what to do, you made some gestures at your friend, which got answered by more gestures, and finally, he got up            and walked to the door.

But before he could open it, you had some last silent things to say, which were in the form a a finger on your mouth followed by praying hand. Roughly translated : « Please, don’t say anything ».

And with a promising nod along with a smile, Bruce unlocked the door.

On the other side, the former soldier had a worried expression plastered « accross»  his face, his hair seemed more disheveled than usual, if that was possible.

His eyes fell on you and before anything could be said, he entered the lab hastily.

«  Y/N ! We’ve been looking for you for more than an hour. Are you okay ? I swear if that asshole ever gets close to you again I’m gonna kill him ! »

You stopped him before he could add anything else, by putting a hand on his arm.

«  Bucky, it’s fine. I’m alright, itw as just a little blood. Bruce helped me clean up and I needed some calm and to talk to someone after what happened »

That seemed to soften him, then confusion erased all trace of his previous relief. 

« You know, you could have talked to me right ? It doesn’t matter what and when, if you need me, I’m here. We’re friends after all. »

You felt guilty after hearing those words. Bucky was so nice and you so wanted to tell him the truth but the less people who knew, the less were in danger.

« Thanks but I’m feeling better now, I think I’ll just go back to my room. »

With a nod, he took a few steps back, ready to leave but he stopped in his track. A suspicious glance was thrown your way, then to Bruce’s. You swallowed thickly, fearing that he’d know something was up. But as if nothing happened, he shook his head  and turned back to you.

« Do you mind if I walk you there ? »

After giving Bruce a brief glance, you focused back on him and offered him a bright smile.

« Absolutely not » you smiled and walked to the door.

«  Oh, thank you Bruce for helping me » you said, with a wink before leaving the lab, Bucky following suit.

The two of you walked in silence, you didn’t really know what to do and how to explain how you had flee from the fight. It wasn’t a superhero-y behaviour, that’s for sure. And certainly not one that can be tolerated for a Kree, if you’d done that on your home planet, you would have been punished.

«  I’m sorry for earlier. I just felt like a complete fool and running away was my best option » .

«  Don’t apologize. You’re certainly not the one that should do that ! Pietro is an asshole and if I had the slightlest idea that he would lash out on you, I would have changed your partner »

He was so cute ! That’s crazy how different he was from the speedster and they were from the same specie.

« Don’t worry, everything is fine now. I’ll just make sure to avoid him even more now and never be paired up with him for training « 

You smiled up at him.

«  How can I not be worried ? You might have proved to me, the guys and Pietro that you were able to fight on your own but I’m still protective over you. You are not a supersoldier or have a special ability. »

Only if he knew.

«  I’ll protect you from him »

Heat rose to your cheeks and you certainly didn’t know how to answer that. That whole mushy behaviour was new to you, your life as a member of the Starforce didn’t leave any room for feelings or even worse : love.

Fighting, defending, killing and maybe a bit of of ingineering were your main purposes. And since your lived in the academy with the rest of the team and the wannabes, that behaviour has never been abnormal to you. When you two finally reached your bedroom, you opened the door before turning to your friend.

«  Thank you, see you later »

«  Yeah, and promise me, if there’s something, anything, don’t hesitate to talk to me »

One last smile and you were in your room, back against the closed door, protecting yourself from any hateful or nice humans, all while keeping your secret safe.

What you didn’t know was that on the other side, someone was longing to get in. And secret or not, we’ll see about that shortly.

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[scusemin]

Desiderium Pt. 1

Genre: angst | fluff | college!au | supernatural!au

Pairing: jimin x reader

Length: 3.5k

Summary: [name], an ordinary college student, has eyes for Park Jimin, an otherworldly dance major and the exact opposite of ordinary. There is more to him than meets the eye, however, and [name] soon finds out just how otherworldly Jimin is.

Part: 1 | coming soon

Author’s note: hihi guys! i’m aila and this is the first time i’ve decided to write for bts ^^; i’m an ok writer (i think), and i’d really like to improve to become a much better one. please send any feedback - positive or negative - my way if you happen to read this. likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated! thanks for reading!!!

“I’m sorry ma’am, but we don’t have cups any smaller than this.”

[name] gritted her teeth under the attempt at a polite smile she was currently giving to a rather demanding customer. The entire span of the clusterfuck that was her Sunday was going just swimmingly. [name] was drained of all energy she could’ve had if she’d slept sooner – a terribly written and heavily procrastinated 3000-word essay was due for tomorrow’s class – and her patience was wearing thinner than her will to live.

“That’s outrageous,” the mother argued. “How is my son supposed to drink if he doesn’t have a cup the right size?!”

Said brat was currently crossing his arms over his chest with the same huffy face his mother wore.

Normally, [name] was tempted to retort, but didn’t for fear of unleashing this doting mother’s wrath.

“I don’t know, ma’am,” the girl replied warily. “If you have any suggestions, you could put them in our suggestions box.” She didn’t want to tick this woman off, who seemed like the kind that would dob [name] in to the manager and ensure she lost her job like the soccer mom she most certainly was.

“This is horrible service. You get paid for this!” Soccer Mom whined.

oh my god not this shit again-

“Then leave if you’re so unhappy,” [name] hissed, fed up with having to deal with another unsatisfied customer who she’d served well enough.

The woman harrumphed and opened her designer purse, making sure [name] could see all of her sweet, glorious cash and be reminded of how big a tip she could’ve received. Placing the money she owed onto the table, she latched onto her son’s hand – the brat had the audacity to blow a raspberry at the fuming waitress – and turned, stomping out of the café.

“Fucking finally,” [name] muttered, setting to work on cleaning the recently unoccupied table.

Although the freshman found working in customer service horrible, especially on weekends, [name] had grown fond of Cozy Corner (well, on good days unlike this one). It was a quaint little hidden gem, full of indoor plants and lovely fellow employees, with the kind of vibe she loved to take in. It was the kind of place that made you feel as if secrets were hidden behind its walls and in its crevices, secrets of the magical and otherworldly sort. Soccer Mom had been out of place in that sense – she reeked of business and richness and stern materialism, whilst Cozy Corner tasted of humble beginnings, friendships and warmth.

[name] had been fired from her previous job at a restaurant – courtesy of her clumsiness – and when she’d first entered Cosy Corner, it was love at first sight. Seeing the ‘help wanted’ sign had made her infinitely happy and she’d immediately applied for work, wanting to bask in the magic of the place. It was a part of the college, so it wasn’t far from her dorm either. The girl frequented the café when she studied as well, although she often found her thoughts wondering and crafted stories of the little elves that had amassed a secret civilisation in her mind. It was a great place to think about whatever, and [name] often felt her stupid fear of mind readers knowing of her equally stupid thoughts dissolve when she was inside.

As she wiped down the mahogany table, one may have noticed the unfocused expression she held as [name] worked. Her thoughts were drifting again, not necessarily to fairies and elves living under the floorboards, although he may as well be a fairy or an elf.

Park Jimin was otherworldly to [name]. The boy was too soft and sweet and beautiful to be from somewhere as tainted as earth. It was as if he’d been untouched by anything dirty; as if he’d come from the heavens themselves. His entire being radiated the kind of warmth that drew people to him, and it certainly drawn [name] in like a spell. Or a curse, she couldn’t tell.

Apart from the obvious – he was a dance major, a freshman, and had unusually good taste in fashion – [name] knew next to nothing about Jimin. He was just as magical and otherworldly as Cosy Corner. It was almost as if a portion of his soul resided there, as if he left little specks of whatever fairy dust he was made of every time he came in to study or eat or relax.

He was certainly popular too, having a rather impressive number of admirers.

[name] had never spoken to him, being too afraid to initiate a conversation of any sort (and hiding so she wouldn’t have to serve him whenever he popped in), but she watched him every time he came in. Jimin usually ordered green tea without any sugars or sweeteners, and [name] would internally laugh when she watched him make funny faces as he drank it, as if he didn’t like the taste (she assumed he was probably drinking it for health benefits).

On some occasions, he’d order something different, like hot chocolate and cheesecake. Jimin seemed to be the type who was very cautious of what he consumed, and took good care of himself (reflected by his ridiculously attractive exterior and clear, unblemished skin [name] was extremely envious of).

[name] didn’t even have to glance at the clock to know Jimin would enter the café in a few minutes. He always came here around the same time on Sunday mornings, and [name] often found her heart fluttering whenever she heard the signature ring of the bell and his footsteps making their way over to the corner table by the back window, sometimes accompanied by other pairs of footsteps. She’d memorised whatever she could of his routine – and although she often chided herself for being somewhat stalker-ish, she ended up trying to learn more about this otherworldly being anyway.

Instead of hiding in the kitchen like [name] normally did whenever Jimin popped in, the girl had mentally pressured herself into staying where the tables were and taking his order. [name] knew just how stupid and desperate she seemed for trying to get the attention of a boy so out of her league. Jimin was so much more interesting and pretty than the average and bland-looking [name], but the boy was a human magnet. Besides, she was the only one currently working in the café; one of her colleagues had suddenly vomited earlier, and the other one had gone with said sickly colleague to make sure they got to the college’s sick bay safely.

Ring.

Recognising his steps immediately, [name] employed a breathing technique to calm her rapid heartbeat. As she focused on the wooden floorboards she was sweeping, she felt relieved at the sense of control she’d managed to successfully establish over herself mentally as Jimin’s steady, light footsteps came closer-

fuckfuckfuck nooooooooooooooooooooo-

[name]’s heart screeched as Jimin passed by her and she cursed herself for trembling, and the boy who had now seated himself in his usual spot for making her tremble like she’d been thrown out into the unforgiving cold of the Siberian tundra. Trying to attempt a calm walk instead of the sprint she was so desperately holding back, [name] went back into the kitchen and disposed of the waste in the dustpan, before gripping the counter and counting to control her tenseness once again.

god are you a hot mess, [name].

Feeling her will steel over once more, the girl straightened herself and walked outside, notepad and pen in hand. As she approached Jimin, her confidence swayed a little once more, but she managed to miraculously avoid having another meltdown. Jimin, noticing her approach, looked up, and [name] swore to herself making eye contact with him was the most downright magical experience she’d ever had. 

Jimin’s eyes were as dark as a moonless night, but his eyes had the kind of shine to them that could only be explained by the vast array of stars and galaxies that they most certainly held. [name] wanted to lose herself in them forever and never return to earth, but unfortunately, that would’ve been awkward, and by the gods if she kept staring into his mesmerising gaze for a second longer her embarrassment would imprison her within some faraway abandoned building in the middle of nowhere and fucking hell [name] stop fucking staring- 

“Um, hi,” the waitress began, cursing her awkwardness. “What would you like?” 

“Cup of green tea, please,” he replied, and [name] wanted to write an entire book about the ethereal softness of Park Jimin’s voice, his endearing accent, as well as how his vocal chords had most certainly been enchanted by magic, if it wouldn’t have been such a creepy thing to do. 

“Sure,” [name] said as casually as she could, scribbling hahahah fuck me on her notepad. 

Making her way back to the kitchen, the girl set to work on making green tea, grumbling to herself about her trembling hands and the boy who made her heart thump faster than what [name] though was humanely possible. Once did she spill a few droplets of boiled water from the kettle onto her hand, and twice did she nearly use the wrong kind of tea leaves. Once the tea was finished, she went to place it on the table in front of Jimin, who smiled and gave her polite thanks (much to [name]’s simultaneous embarrassment and happiness). 

Turning on her heels to go hide in the kitchen, [name] stopped when she heard a soft excuse me from the boy behind her. Slowly turning back around, she mustered up the most normal ‘Yes?’ she possibly could. 

“You work here?” 

“Y-yeah, I do.” oh my gooooddddd [name] stop being weird. 

“Huh. I think here I never see you before…” Jimin thought to himself out loud. 

Through the internal screaming of FUCK YEA I’M TALKING TO PARK JIMIN [name] managed to reply with a nervous laugh, stating she wasn’t the most memorable of people. 

Jimin pursed his lips. “Never mind,” he dismissed. “You know Jungkook?” 

Still having difficulty forming words, [name] simply nodded. 

“Do you know where Jungkook is?” 

“Ah- one of our co-workers vomited earlier and Jungkook took her to the sickbay.” 

“Oh, okay,” Jimin replied, looking a little nervous. He looked around and fiddled with his thumbs for a few seconds, before rummaging through his knapsack to produce a disc with an envelope, the word PROJECT scribbled on its surface. 

“Sorry to bother, but can you please give him for me? I can’t do it because he’s not here.” 

“Uh- yeah! Sure, I’m- I’ll give it to him.” 

“Thanks, umm…?” 

“[name].” 

Jimin smiled. “My name is Jimin. Nice to meet you. Sorry for my weird English.” 

Somewhat dazed, [name] didn’t reply as he downed the cup of green tea, his nose scrunching up at its slight bitterness, before wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt and handing her a note as well as the disc. As Jimin’s soft hand brushed hers, she felt a jolt of electricity, as if she’d been woken from the dead by an angel from the heavens above, and it took [name] a full five seconds to realise he’d overpaid. 

“Wait! This is-” 

“Keep the change!” Jimin called over his shoulder, a mischievous undertone to his voice as he exited the café, stunned eyes following him in his walk past the front window and into the garden between the food court and the dorms. 

As she looked down and swirled the tea leaves in the cup in her hand, [name] couldn’t stop the triumphant grin that split her face in two, the unpleasantness of her morning and the soon due 3000-word essay she had yet to write completely forgotten. 

And even as she went about her day, she couldn’t stop smiling to herself like a lovesick puppy, earning the occasional odd look from one of her friends. Her dormmate Kacie bugged [name] about her unusually good mood, unsuccessfully trying to pry an answer from her. Jungkook, her colleague, had done the same when she’d returned the disc to him. 

The rest of the week passed by in a blur; she continued her work, went out with friends on weekends, and [name]’s life seemingly went back to its somewhat dull pattern. Memories of the magic that had transpired in the café, however, never seemed to leave her mind. No matter how focused she was on analysing Hamlet or writing another one of the endless essays thrown her way, Jimin managed to invade [name]’s thoughts endlessly, like a kind of dark ooze littered with stars, adding something as exciting as the night sky to [name]’s mundane and dusty mind. 

And as her normal life continued as it was, she began to think she’d daydreamed the entire encounter for all its etherealness. Trying to stop thinking about her little crush was hard, sure, but [name] came back from cloud nine to bitter reality – eventually – and realised how hopeless she was. She began to avoid Park Jimin whenever he popped into the café once more, thinking she would never speak to him again, and as much as it disappointed her, everything became the same boring pattern once more. 

The only reminder [name] had of her encounter with Park Jimin was the patterned cup she’d used to serve him his beloved green tea, and the text messages she’d sent to her best friend about it all.

It was three weeks since [name] would speak to Jimin again, and if a time traveller would have warned her about the sheer absurdity of it all beforehand, she would have laughed and dismissed them. 

[name]’d been typing away at her laptop, finishing up some homework she had. The entire café was still and tranquil, with the only noise being the incessant noise of said typing. 

It was only around half past five and the sky was already littered with stars. The onset of winter meant an early sunset, and an early sunset meant [name]’s overtime happened past dark. 

Since it was Friday night, most of the students were probably preparing themselves to go out and unwind on the final weekend they could relax before exams drew nearer and their workload became much more stressful. [name] likely wouldn’t have to deal with any customers considering most students didn’t unwind at a quiet café in a not particularly popular area of the campus. She had an hour and a half to kill until her shift ended. 

The entirety of [name]’s concentration was focusing on the screen in front of her, so she didn’t notice the tiny, twinkling orb just outside the café. Said orb vaguely resembled a star, as if one had been plucked out of the sky and placed directly outside the window. 

The orb seemed to stand there for a moment, twinkling peacefully within its surroundings until all of a sudden [name] noticed the brilliant light coming through the glass windows of the café. Whatever it was, it would blind her if she didn’t look away, so she instantaneously shielded her face from the light. 

Between the half second it took her to shield her face and turn away, a loud crash registered in [name]’s mind. The next thing she knew, she was on the floor, momentarily paralysed in her own dizziness, before the roof of the café swam into focus above her and she abruptly sat up, feeling oddly queasy. Two voices registered within her mind – one boyish and young, and one domineering and deep. 

“Then tell him I said no!” the former voice shrieked. 

“You’d better hurry fucking hurry, Park,” the latter voice spat. “V isn’t happy to wait for much longer.” 

who now? 

“Tell him I don’t care,” was the eerily cold reply. 

“Do I look like I give a shit? You’d better do it before you have your ass handed to you.” 

A tense, dead silence settled over the room, think enough to cut with a knife. [name]’s heart pounded in her chest as she heard this exchange happen. Who the hell were these people? What had just happened? It didn’t help that her head was throbbing and she still felt nauseous. She was having trouble thinking straight because of her low grasp on the situation. 

what the fuck is going on? 

Her curiosity no longer able to control itself, [name] made the risky choice of looking around the corner that was hiding her. Apart from the wreckage – the front window was shattered, and some of the tables and chairs were scattered everywhere – she couldn’t really see much. Deciding the wait whatever the hell this was out, the girl tucked herself in and stayed absolutely silent behind the counter. She was lucky she’d managed to stay out of the line of view of the intruders. 

they were probably just some thugs and park probably just bought drugs from the other man or some shady shit like that and- 

Before [name] could end her racing trail of thoughts, a loud crash resounded throughout the café and a table collided against the wall that held the shattered front window. 

“Missed me!” Park shrieked, before [name], from the limited view she had of the interaction, saw a figure dressed in all black dart to pick up the table and, she presumed, fling it at his opponent. 

Another crash sound followed, before both men were flinging tables and chairs and the occasional pottery at each other, judging by what [name] could hear from her crouched position behind the counter. The situation was getting increasingly hectic, and she grew increasingly afraid she’d be discovered by the men and end up in a hospital. Her heart sunk as they continued to destroy the café she so loved, and she swallowed nervously, counting to ten to ease her nerves. 

shit, what am i gonna tell the boss? 

One of the men swore loudly as a chair tumbled over the counter, landing mere feet away from [name]. She let out a half shriek, before quickly clapping her hand over her face and internally freaking out. The brawl, however, continued, so she assumed she hadn’t been heard. 

A vase crashed against the cupboards above and opposite the counter. Shielding herself from the shards that flew, [name] suppressed a cry of pain as one of the shards cut into her arm. 

A crash that was much louder than the rest seemed to bring everything to a standstill. For a few seconds, all that was audible was the sound of the two men gulping and gasping for air. The sound of broken glass shuffling across the floor was heard as whoever had been thrown stood up. 

“This isn’t over, Park.” The threat came out in a low growl, before the bell for the front door tinkled as one of the intruders exited the café, trying to run in spite of their injuries. 

Park took an audible gasp for air, before he collapsed on the ground with a thump. 

[name], determining it was safe enough to come out, stood up and assessed the extensive damage to the café. 

Shattered glass lay all over the floor, and most of the tables and chairs were scattered around in varying positions. Miraculously, the laptop [name] left atop the bench didn’t look too damaged, although there was a visible crack along the outside of it. The fresh cut on her arm wasn’t too bad either. It was bleeding a little, but the wound was neither very long nor deep. 

[name]’s wary attention finally drifted to Park, who was lying on the floor face down in a crumpled heap. She carefully walked around the counter over to him, trying to be as quiet as possible, and noticed he wasn’t a particularly tall man. His hair was dark like the clothes he wore – a leather jacket, jeans and combat boots. Once she was standing beside him, [name] slowly assumed a crouch. 

He was still breathing, that was for sure – but there was a giant gash down his leg, and a few drops of blood dripped down from his scalp onto the ground. 

The gears in her mind worked furiously as she half panicked and half wondered what to do. Calling an ambulance seemed like the best course of action, so she took out her cell phone and began to key in the numbers, fingers trembling. 

She’d put in merely two digits when a hand shot up to grasp her wrist. [name] yelped and almost dropped her phone, trying to loosen her hand from Park’s tight fist. For someone who looked half dead, he was awfully strong. 

“Don’t,” he rasped. “Don’t call.” 

“Like hell I won’t!” she shrieked back. 

“Just…first, listen. Please.” 

The man in front of her wheezed as he tried to steady his breathing and sit up. When his grip momentarily loosened, [name] finally managed to wrench her hand from his grasp and take a few large steps back from the man. Sure, he was injured, but from what she’d seen he could take a mean fight. For all she knew there could be a knife hidden on him. Probably not a gun, though – if he had one, he would’ve drawn it during the fight, she reasoned. 

Park held his face in his hands for a few seconds and groaned, muttering something in a language [name] couldn’t quite put her finger on, before finally looking up at the girl. And as the two made eye contact, she instantaneously recognised the face of the boy she was so smitten with, her jaw dropping to the floor. 

“Jimin?!”

[if-weshadows-haveoffended]

Felcities of Rapid Motion- Chekov x Reader

A/N: I’ve survived two 8am lectures and I’ve got another two to go. Also, archaeology is the bastard lovechild of Science and History, pass it on. I’m so sorry it took so long, anon, I got a little stuck but then I figured it out. Also, thanks to everyone for sending in prompts, they should all be finished very soon :) I’m still open for all sorts of things though :)))))))

This is just a little Jane Austen inspired, but like not really, I decided Regency AU was a terrible idea unless you wanna 60k fic it. Also feat Bond!Karl Urban (hehehehe). Also, I wanted to try something a little new with romance that isn’t as IN YOUR FACE is kinda just starting out and blossoming, hopefully it’s still good???

Title: Felicities of Rapid Motion Tags: Chekov x Reader, Blatant Archaeology, Bones’ southerness Ratings: T (I really should wash my mouth out with soap) Words:1,300+ Prompt: “You look... You like you should; eyes filled with stars and a smile that could make a goddess jealous.” Prompt List: here (x) Master List: here (x)

The Felicities of Rapid Motion

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a Vulcan High Councillor and a Star Fleet Captain in possession of mutually beneficial intentions must be in want of a ball.

It was a rare occasion aboard the Enterprise, and rarer still back in the Academy. But the thought of a Ball wile drifting in the endless stars and galaxies of the universe was enough for every crewmate aboard the scientific vessel to fucking wet themselves.

“And you, missy? You got a date?” You rolled your eyes at Bones and returned your eyes to the fragments of stone you had been gently scraping away at. Perhaps if you were lucky, there would be traces of the ancient civilisation’s DNA left in it, before it was severely affected by the meteor impact.

“I don’t know, Bones. I mean, I’m so close to figuring out this little detail. You know, it could completely re-write Xenoarchaeology’s interpretation of the fall of-“

“Okay Ensign Y/L/N, we get it, you’re gonna conquer the universe with your historical mumbo-jumbo.” Bones gently rolled his eyes before leaning on the bench, a little concerned. “But you gotta have a break, kiddo, can’t have you fallin’ asleep in the labs and on equipment.”

“No, I mean I can’t even find a date!” You laughed a little, though really not minding the fact. Or at least you thought you didn’t… never mind. “And besides, as if I have a ballgown or something to wear.”

“Well unfortunately for you, I’m a doctor not a fairy godmother.” Bones twirled a stirring rod that you had left beside a couple of beakers and test tubes. “Well, about dates, you can’t ask the people you have lunch with, can you?”

“Well, I tried setting up Montez with Fonteyn and that absolutely failed because Montez it turned out just wanted to get into my pants,” You began ticking off people in your little dining hall group. “And, well, It just doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would-“

“What about Russian Whiz kid?” Bones tried with a raised brow.

“God no, I turned him down because I thought it was a joke. Turns out it was a real date.” You shuddered a little at the memory. There was no way that Ensign Chekov was serious, or so you had thought. You’d scoffed a little in the turbo lift, unable to believe what it was you were hearing. But it turned out he’d been in earnest.

And then the guilt began to eat at you, your heart sinking in complete and utter terror, unable to believe how callously you’d just turned Chekov down.

You thought for the briefest glimmer of a second that you’d seen the hurt pass before his hazel eyes. But in an instant they glimmered mischievously once again, a puppyish grin pulling at his mouth and his fingers raking through curls.

You’d fucked up. You’d done fucked up.

So you did whatever was humanely possible to avoid Chekov until the whole fiasco had blown over.

So pretty much until the galaxy collapsed in on itself.

Chekov realised that in retrospect, using the phrase “Did you know that the phrase cinePADD and chill was actually inwented in Russia?” to pick up a girl, was a terrible mistake. Especially if the intention to date said girl was rather serious.

But now, sweating in his rarely-worn tuxedo, he was genuinely worried. Ensign Y/L/N didn’t have a date as far as he knew (Bones told Uhura who told Sulu who told Kirk who told Spock who told quite literally the entirety of the Bridge), and while not everyone was required to have a date, he hadn’t seen her all night. Well, the night was still young.

Perhaps he just hadn’t seen her amidst rich silks and sumptuous velvets. Perhaps he’d just missed her, wearing a thin waft of chiffon and dissipating like autumn fog.

But as the gala drew on and the band played more songs, it became apparent to Pavel that she simply wasn’t there. She wasn’t mingling with remaining members of Vulcan council, trying glean pieces of history, or with Star Fleet officials, trying to find a post to some undiscovered planet.

“She’s not here,” Bones raised a ridiculously well-groomed brow, taking a sip of whiskey. It was rather difficult for Pavel to get a word in with the doctor as he had been besieged with various members of the crew, attempting to get laid, preferably with Bones still in the suit. “Decided to stay behind in the labs,”

“Oh,”

“Don’t worry Chekov, you had nothing to do with it,” Bones clapped him hard enough on his shoulder blade for his grimace to give way to a slight wince of pain.

“Do you zink she’s lonely down zere?” Pavel hazarded a question, sure that Bones probably wouldn’t cuff him behind the head. The gentle implications of his statement said that it was definitely his fault that she was spending her time alone. Probably enjoying her time alone as it meant a certain escape from him or anyone else.

“Probably not, son, she’s got millennia-old bits of dead bastards.” Bones replied before swiftly walking away at the sight of an engineering lieutenant who seemed to have her feelers wrapped tightly around Bones whenever in the vicinity.

It seemed rather rude, Pavel finally decided; to simply leave her alone without at least saying sorry. Perhaps she had just panicked? Or perhaps she really did not like him, either way it warranted a proper apology. And someone had to be concerned for her wellbeing.

It soon dawned upon him, after several minutes she was not in any of the labs. He couldn’t spy her studious form in any of the reflective, sanitised surfaces- the sharp, alcoholic smell assaulting his nose.

Eventually he found himself wandering to the emptied mess hall, hoping that perhaps she was helping herself to a serving of synthesised ice-cream.

And there she was, sitting cross-legged upon the floor, still dressed in her uniform and her hair in it’s usual carefree style. She stared out quietly, head resting in her hands, seemingly unaware of the distant noises around her as her eyes glittered with the colourful glow of the nebula.

“Y/N?” Pavel hesitated a little as he slowly drew nearer and nearer, locked in her gravitational pull and unable to leave- not that he would want to. “Are you alright?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s nothing. I never really liked galas that much anyway.” She shrugged slightly before turning to face him, her cheeks dampened with slight tears. “I’m- I’m sorry about the whole… shitfest,”

“Eets’s alright, I vas terrible,” He laughed, deciding that it would be for the best to join her on the cold floor tucking his legs and wrapping his arms around them. “What?”

“The tuxedo suits you,” She smiled, reaching out to tap the bow-tie Sulu had painstakingly knotted for him as he fidgeted, Kirk adjusting Chekov’s insignia cufflinks. “Did everyone look lovely?”

“Qvite,” He nodded enthusiastically in memory of what could only be described as a blur of fabric and spilled drinks. “Bones vas running avay from everyone, Uhura vas dancing, Kirk vas singing. You’d look lovely with them,” he added as an after-thought.

“Me? No, no…” She protested quietly, turning her head away from his gaze and facing the nebula once again, the now golden glow casting swirling patterns of light, dancing upon her beautiful face. “I look terrible-“

“No. You look… you look as you should,” Chekov refuted in all earnest before softening, realising how much he was telling the truth. She did look at home, at peace with the uniform, wearing it with pride. “Mesmerising, vith eyes filled vith stars and a smile zat could make a goddess jealous.”

“That was… poetic.” She admitted, shaking her head but her dazzling smile gracing her face, wiping away the now drying tears. “Was it true?”

“Of course,” He answered. “Are you lonely? Vould you rather be at ze party?”

“No, no. I’ve got you, haven’t I?”

She was right, Chekov thought. He was incandescently happy by her side, simply sitting back and watching the nebula, the gala drowned out in the stillness and her presence.