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callsignfate · 3 months
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Consider this a date
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Day Twenty-four of Writemas
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Kate rarely got into her neighbors' affairs in her apartment complex, that was until she saw you replace the louder and frankly annoying woman who shared the right walls of her apartment. She adored that you were a quiet homebody, and you were her type.
She loved when you would check on her when you hadn't seen each other in a few days. Often you'd carry over some baked sweets or food that, sometimes after a seemingly endless workweek, was the only thing she ate before collapsing in bed.
Kate spent almost all of her day off doing laundry and chores as she usually did before sitting down to watch mindless TV or read. That was until a knock at her door made her break her concentration on flicking between the channels.
She opened the door to see you with some food in hand and a small anxious expression that made her more confused than anything.
"Here, I made this for you... and I was wondering if I could use your shower? I have a date, and the maintenance people still haven't fixed mine," you asked as she took the small glass dish that was still warm from you.
"Yea, no problem," Kate said immediately as she moved to let you into her apartment. "A date? Are you excited? You seem... nervous," Kate asked as she moved to put the dish on the kitchen island before she turned to look back at you.
"Last time they weren't the best. I mean, she was a little pushy, and I only agreed because she asked me, and I didn't know how to say no because she was lonely," you rambled quickly before Kate shot you an almost skeptical look.
"You agreed to go back out on a date you didn't want to go on with a girl you don't like because she said she was lonely, and you can't say no," Kate said, almost reiterating it so you could hear how insane she felt it was.
"Well, when you put it like that, it sounds bad, but she was kinda sorta nice... I guess," you added quickly with a small sigh. "I would feel bad flaking on her when it's a few hours away," you mumbled almost to yourself.
Kate raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing on her lips. "So, you're going on a date out of sympathy? That's a new one."
You laughed nervously, scratching the back of your head. "Yeah, well, I didn't want to be rude."
Kate shook her head, still smiling. "You're too kind for your own good. But hey, if you're not feeling it, you don't owe anyone your time. Just be honest with her."
You nodded, grateful for Kate's straightforward advice. "You're right. I'll figure it out. Thanks for the food and, you know, letting me invade your shower space."
"Anytime," Kate said, gesturing toward the bathroom. "Go freshen up, and good luck on your 'sympathy' date. Hopefully, she's a better match this time."
As you headed to the bathroom, Kate couldn't help but chuckle to herself. The things you did for the sake of politeness and kindness, even if it meant enduring potentially awkward dates. She hoped you'd find someone who matched your warmth and sincerity, Kate almost wished she could convince you out of it, or even ask you herself.
As you emerged from the bathroom, looking slightly more composed and less like someone about to embark on a questionable date, Kate couldn't resist a teasing grin. "You clean up well. If she doesn't appreciate the effort, it's her loss."
You chuckled, appreciating Kate's attempt to lighten the mood. "Thanks, Kate. I owe you one for this."
"Just consider it payment for the times you've rescued me from those awkward small talks with our other neighbor," she quipped, making you laugh.
With a grateful smile, you nodded. "Deal. I'll let you know how it goes."
As you headed out, Kate couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and a slight tinge of worry for your date. She returned to her chores, occasionally glancing at the clock and wondering how your evening was unfolding.
Meanwhile, you navigated through the date with the grace of someone who had learned to be polite even in less-than-ideal situations. The restaurant was a pleasant surprise, and your date, though not entirely your cup of tea, was just as terrible as the last. She vented endlessly about her Ex that she was still struggling to get over and her endless relationship expectations. You nodded and forced a smile before you secretly texted Kate's number she had given you so she could text you to take of her plants when she was away for longer than expected, 'any way I can get you to save me from this terrible date?'
Kate's response came swiftly, and her sense of humor shone through: Consider it a rescue mission in progress. I'll call you in a few minutes pretending to be an emergency that needs your immediate attention. Be ready.
Relieved, you endured a few more minutes of your date's endless saga before your phone rang. You apologized and excused yourself, citing a work emergency. As you answered the call with a look of feigned concern, Kate's voice came through with practiced urgency.
"Hey, it's Kate from the building management. We've got an issue with the water pipes in your apartment. Could you come back urgently? We need your help to sort this out."
You feigned shock and apologized to your date, explaining the situation. Grateful for the lifeline, you excused yourself and rushed out, leaving the melodrama behind.
Once you were safely away from the restaurant, you called Kate to express your gratitude. She couldn't help but chuckle. "You owe me big time for this one. But hey, at least you're free now." "Did you maybe want to.." You asked before you felt your heart race, just as Kate was about to answer you cut her off, "Actually that was stupid you're probably busy."
There was a moment of silence on the other end before Kate's voice came through, warm and reassuring. "I was going to say, did you maybe want to grab some takeout and binge-watch terrible movies together? My treat. Consider it a post-date recovery plan."
A wave of relief washed over you, and a genuine smile spread across your face. "That sounds perfect, Kate. Thanks for being my emergency exit tonight."
"No problem. You can owe me by enduring a marathon of cheesy romantic comedies and considering this a date," Kate replied, her tone light and teasing.
The mention of a date in such a casual and teasing manner caught your attention. You chuckled, realizing that perhaps the best dates were the unplanned, easygoing ones.
"Sure thing, Kate. Consider it a date, then. I owe you for saving me from that disaster," you said, and you could almost hear the smirk in Kate's voice.
"Great! Get ready for the cheesiest, most cringe-worthy rom-coms I can find. It's payback time," Kate declared with a playful enthusiasm.
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catchyhuh · 5 months
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annoying habits
originally this was a tiny one sentence a piece thing but the more i thought about it the more i was like good god. these people are insufferable! pet peeve central right here
lupin: 
as we have previously discussed he just cannot sit still. it’s not REALLY that big of a deal unless you’ve had to sit beside him in silence for line five minutes and then he just. god. he’s shifting in his seat and his pants are crinkling he’s tapping on the counter he’s looking around the room for the hundredth time going “huh that’s new” under his breath. kidnapping this guy is an endurance test i have no idea why so many villains sincerely try it
interrupts. interrupts but not as much as you expect. it’s mostly when he’s way way invested in something and isn’t even thinking, but after he’s done it the first time he does it thirty more times over the remainder of the conversation like it’s some kinda gateway drug. his brain knows he can get away with it so he just keeps going so you gotta say “DUDE” the first time or he’ll just keep cutting you off
Double Dips.
jigen:
this is the part where i said aloud to myself “oh god i have to put smoking under all of them don’t i.” so just imagine that’s under all of them like canonically but ESPECIALLY jigen. at least the others have kind of sort of slowed down on that front but not jiggy. and if you say “you can’t smoke here” he’ll just grumble and keep the unlit one in his mouth and you KNOW he’s gonna light that shit the minute you’ve turned around so you have to watch him like a dog around slippers
CRACKS HIS KNUCKLES ALL THE TIME. it makes sense that the joints would stiffen up given how tense his trigger finger can get. just imagine it’s like dead silent for twenty minutes n then you hear “poppoppop” CMON BRO
interrupts more than you’d expect. because if you start saying some stupid shit he will NOT let you finish. “i just thought--” “oh you just THOUGHT” and then you can barely get a word in edgewise for the next two minutes because he’s just listing every flaw with your statement. like good lord
fujiko:
its more a thing she DOESN’T do but y’know when something is kinda sorta funny so you give a polite laugh. fujiko doesn’t do that (if she’s being sincere with her company) so you just get a flat smile and a “oh that’s funny” and it’s like is it? is it funny? girl c’mon you could at least pretend
tends to tap her nails on flat surfaces. or anything flat enough. not so jarring until shes wearing acrylics or some other thing and then its this loud, hollow tapping. jigen insists lupin picked up this habit from her
when she’s really fidgety or restless she tends to mess with her jewelry a bit, if it’s on the less ludicrously expensive “cannot be tarnished by human finger oils” side. usually it’s just twirling her bracelet or twisting her earrings, which is a relatively unobtrusive habit. the reason it’s annoying is because if absolutely anybody else even breathes on the jewelry she’ll start swatting at them like a fly insisting that “you’ll break it!!”
goemon: 
ooh i gotta think on this. it’s that discipline dude he’s literally forcing himself to just do nothing. which i guess could be eerily unnatural seeming and annoying in and of itself so win! but that’s such a non-answer so let’s add in he is the BIGGEST stickler about IOUs. yes more than fujiko. yes more than jigen. it’s not about money. it’s about honor. or at least that’s what he says but make no mistake if you borrowed 20 bucks from him he WILL be getting that shit BACK and will REMIND YOU at EVERY DAMN OPPORTUNITY
he. doesn’t have as solid a pokerface as you’d initially think. when something really is amusing to him he gets this insufferable little side smirk. only annoying after you’ve lost to him the third time in a row that day and he’s almost on the verge of GIGGLING about it now. sore winner. sore winner is the term i’m looking for.
STEALS FOOD! more than jigen, more than lupin, goemon does not give a shit. he will take the most beautiful, golden, perfectly seasoned fry right off your plate before you can even raise a finger. and then go “hm. just ok” MAN FUCK OFF
zenigata:
don't have to think on this at all. like i’ve said before he cannot sit still for the life of him, so literally whatever you’re imagining has happened and will happen thirty times more. every restless habit all of the above has he ALSO has. guy gets bored and puts the car in park and just starts pushing the accelerator just to pass the time. AND he interrupts more than lupin and jigen COMBINED because he has BOTH of their flavors here
talks with his mouth full. he doesn’t mean to. he doesn’t take a big bite of a burger and go “i can’t wait to spit out sesame seeds like a bb gun” he just isn’t thinking and won’t ever shut up if you drop a Key Phrase in front of him
clicks pens. over and over and over. technically ties into just being restless but it warrants a special mention because i cannot imagine the patience every poor motherfucker destined to work with him must have sitting next to him in a cop car at 2 in the morning with the obnoxious overhead light on, this clown looking over a clipboard or something, and all you can hear is “hmmmmm” *clickkaclickkaclickkaclick*
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struggling-lexington · 11 months
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Hi there! Hru? I hope you're happy and healthy!
May I request a Gamora fic based on the song 'Honey' by Kehlani?
It's my fav song, and it reminds me of Gamora ❤️
You don't have to do it if you don't want to don't force yourself okay! And don't forget to hydrate and eat plenty of fruits!
Thank you kind person❤️
Honey
Hello, thanks for the request! I don't remember getting an ask relating to a song, so this was new to me. I hope my imagine was okay; it was too short for my liking. Have a good day/night and remember to hydrate as well ♥️
Gamora x Reader (gender neutral)
Word count: 399
“I dunno why you’re so adamant about doing my laundry. I’m an adult,” you sulked.
Gamora’s eyes flickered towards you for a moment. She resumed folding your clothes military style. She finished one t-shirt, placing it into the laundry basket. 
“My way is more effective, and it takes up less space. You clean the dishes in return, so I don’t understand your issue,” answered Gamora blankly. 
“‘Cause dish duty sucks! I’d prefer laundry,” you whined. 
She rolled her eyes, a small grin curling on her lips. You pouted, plopping your head on your pillow.
“I suppose I can teach you how to army fold. We can exchange chores every other week. Does that suffice?” offered your girlfriend. 
You beamed at her words. You rised off your bed and swiftly joined Gamora on the ground. You kissed her on the cheek.
“Thanks ‘Mora for being my wonderful girlfriend,” you cheered. 
She scoffed under her breath, rolling her eyes warmly. As she finished folding your laundry, her eyes wandered towards the rainbow flag pinned against your wall. While she was fixated on the flag, you were putting away your clothes into its spot. 
“What does that flag represent? I haven’t taken notice of it until now,” commented Gamora. 
“Hm?” you replied. You placed your shirt into the drawer and paused. Your eyes wandered towards her gaze.
“Oh, that’s the LGBTQ+ flag. It’s also called the queer flag considering it’s easier to pronounce. It represents sharing pride about your sexuality or identity,” you explained. 
She hummed in response. “I’ve never seen anything like that. Is it a Terran custom?” inquired Gamora curiously. 
“Yeah, I guess so. A lot of queer people fought for their rights to be heard. Hell, we still are,” your voice trailed off.
She approached you, squeezing your shoulder gently. “Tell me more about them. The battles they fought and endured deserves to be heard,” replied Gamora with a gentle smile.
You couldn’t help but return her grin. You eagerly informed her of your knowledge about the LGBTQ+ community.
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dollfacechub65 · 1 year
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I didn’t write this, it was a Tumblr user called MollyPops. It’s so hot and I’ve cum to it so many times, thought y’all would like it too.
If MollyPops sees this, thank you and let me know if you want me to keep this up.
It had been just over two months since Wonder Woman had been captured. She had been investigating a new up and coming crime kingpin, Lester Sneed, and had woefully misjudged his power, influence, and skill. He had set up a trap perfectly for her, and when she sprung it, she ended up imprisoned in a dark cell at an unknown location less than an hour later.
Diana had gotten used to the routine of being captive. Once a day, four henchmen would visit her. Three of them held her still while the other injected her with a green liquid. She was positive that it was a serum that eliminated her incredible Amazonian strength, because even though on a regular day she would have no trouble dispatching four goons, in her current state, she was helplessly outmatched by them.
The only other activity her captors had for her was a daily hour and a half “interrogation” session. They would march her out of her prison and into a brightly lit room filled with all sorts of painful instruments. She would then be forced to endure their insidious torture; which her captors insisted would stop if she would swear allegiance to Lester and agree to be his top lieutenant.
Of course, Wonder Woman refused. She could handle the pain due to her unbreakable mental toughness and was also certain that they had no intention of killing her. Criminals always make mistakes. I’ve been in tight spots before and wriggled out of them. This time will be no different. I just have to be patient.
Over the last few days however, it seemed as though Lester had changed his strategy. He stopped having her interrogated and instead began to cease giving her food or water. She wasn’t sure what his play was, she’d need sustenance eventually if she was going to stay alive.
Masked henchman approached her cell and began spraying a foul smelling gas in her direction. She was confused as to what their plan was as she slipped into unconsciousness. When she came to, the men were gone. Scanning her cell, she noticed that a pink rod had been installed in one of the walls. Above it, words had been crudely carved out into the cement wall, GOOD GIRLS DRINK UP.
Wonder Woman was perplexed by this and moved closer to the rod to examine it. She was disgusted to discover that it was actually a thick rubber dildo. Tentatively, she reached out to touch it, and as soon as she did, a sticky pink liquid oozed out of the tip and onto her finger. Lifting her hand to her mouth, she tasted the goo. Her nose crinkled at the flavor, it was incredibly saccharine, almost nauseatingly so.
Diana could guess what Lester wanted, for her to debase herself and suck the fluid out of this dildo. Quietly annoyed, she marveled at his stupidity, she could just touch the thing and dispense the drink out onto her hand. Although she was no fan of the flavor, it had been four days since she had last drunk anything. Squeezing the dildo, she extracted more of the sweet pink goo and licked it up until she was satiated.
The long boring days continued, with Wonder Woman sparingly using the dildo to quench her thirst. After her fourth use, she noticed an odd effect of the liquid; it seemed to satisfy her hunger as well as her thirst. She wondered what the goo was composed of and made a mental note to acquire a sample to study when she escaped.
A week later, something frightening happened. When Diana squeezed the rubber for her nighttime snack, nothing came out. She panicked, quickly falling to her knees and examining the hole, wondering if it might be clogged. It seemed to be clear, but nothing she did with her hands would make it dispense what she needed. Heavens! They’ve decided to starve me out! It can’t end like this!
It was less of a thought and more of a survival reaction that she stuck out her tongue and licked the dildo. Instantly, the heavy sweet goo graced her tongue. She licked again, craving more. The dildo kept delivering, but it wasn’t enough. Wonder Woman began to wrap her lips around the rubber, but stopped herself, frowning. No! This is exactly what Sneed wants. I’m not going to give him the pleasure. She looked up at the words carved into the wall; doubt crept into her mind. I’m so thirsty though, I need to drink. Just a little bit, nothing too grotesque. Her mouth enveloped the head of the dildo and she sucked the pink elixir into her mouth and down her throat. After long minutes, Dianna lay down on the cold floor, content and at peace for the first time in days. She fell asleep, making a silent promise to herself to develop a plan for escape in the morning.
The next day Wonder Woman decided that if she was ever going to escape, she would need her strength back. Sucking down the pink liquid made her feel good and strong, so her first order of business was to drink as much as she could. She spent the first hour and a half of her day slurping on the dildo before falling into a peaceful sleep full of pink fluffy dreams. I need to rest, she thought as her eyelids closed, rest will give me the strength I need to get out of here.
Wonder Woman kept drinking from the dildo each day. She was determined to escape, but the goo never quite returned her to full strength. It was lucky for her that it tasted so good, she felt like she could guzzle gallons of the stuff at any time. After a week passed, the dildo stopped dispensing the liquid for two days. Diana turned into a mess, nearly going insane with terror. Were they starving her out? Would the sweet flavor ever slide down her throat again? 
On the third day, she figured out that the dildo was actually working, but it would only spray out her treat if she took the rubber completely down her throat. It was difficult at first, Diana covered herself with her own drool and spit as she gagged, but eventually, she trained herself to relax her throat muscles. Her prize flowed freely and she was overjoyed, relieved to be able to drink again.
Another week passed, and Wonder Woman watched from her hands and knees as three men entered her cell. At first, she was afraid that they were going to take her away from her nourishment. Once the men explained that they were only there to fix her dildo however, her fear dissipated and she waited eagerly for the repairs to be made. 
When they left, Diana discovered that she now had to press a button to make the machine work properly. The dildo had been fitted with a pneumatic pump that moved it back and forth in a steady motion. It was the only way that she was able to be fed her yummy cocktail, so she hungrily wrapped her lips around the dildo while it mechanically fucked her face. Her eyes were drawn to the writing on the wall above her, GOOD GIRLS DRINK UP. That was pretty much all she focused on lately, being a good girl and swallowing her medicine.
As her brain melted away, replaced little by little with the pink formula, Wonder Woman became less aware of what was happening around her. She didn’t notice when the dildo began shooting a salty white cream into her mouth instead of the sweet pink goo, nor did she realize that soon after, the dildo had been replaced by the rock hard cocks of Lester’s henchmen. All her consciousness could process was that good girls drank up, and she greedily opened her mouth to swallow whatever was put inside, desperate to be a good girl. Cum filled her mouth and covered her face as she begged for more…
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Wonder Dolly blankly stared up at Lester Sneed from her knees. As much as he had hoped that she would become his prized lieutenant, he enjoyed seeing her this way perhaps even more; a mindless drooling cockslave whose only reason for existence now was to be a cum receptacle for him and his men.
“Wonder Slut, I don’t know if you deserve my cock today,” he smiled at her cruelly, “I’m not sure if you’ve been a good girl lately.”
She whimpered and let a garble of unintelligible sounds spill from her lips. Speaking had become all but impossible for her now, her mouth was only good for one thing anymore. Lester contemplated if perhaps he had dumbed her down a little too much. 
Nah, he thought as he grinned, I think she’s the best possible version of herself now.
“Ok you silly little bimbo, I’ll be nice to you I guess. Come on, drink up your dinner.”
The former paragon’s wet mouth slid over Lester’s cock, her tongue deftly swirling around the shaft. He groaned as he sat back in his lounge chair, wrapping the fingers of one hand through his slave’s hair as her head bobbed up and down. Her eyes were vacant as she slurped, the only thing left in her empty head would be burned there forever as a result of hours and hours of training.
Good girls drink up. 😈
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thesoulspulse · 1 year
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Danny Phantom Randomness (Supernatural Endurance/Healing)
Something came to mind recently I’m not sure if anyone else has talked about before, so as usual, here I am. This is actually part of a passing thought I had more or less during the episode “Public Enemies” where a bunch of people at Casper High and the Mayor at the time were possessed by Walker and his goons. It goes something like this:
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I touched on this a little before in a previous post about possession vs overshadowing so here I’d like to expand it a little further. Now, we all remember how Dash along with many other students and teachers at Casper High were overshadowed by Walk and his men, right? Well, while their bodies were being controlled, Danny didn’t pull any punches and honestly a lot of things that happened during their confrontation could have either killed or seriously hurt them if it weren’t for the superhuman strength and endurance that was extended to each person through the ghost inhabiting them at the time.
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Here’s one example. Kwan gets slammed into the sidewalk with enough force that it breaks yet he’s able to escape completely unscathed. To be completely honest I kinda suck at math so I tried to look up a few things to get an idea of how difficult it is to break concrete in general and this is what I came up with...
32736 lb (Minimum Concrete Breaking Force) = 4000 psi
3000 lb (Concrete Endurance)
360-450 lb (Average Force Behind A Human Punch) = 120-150 psi
1000 lb (Average Force Behind A Human Kick)
190 lb (Average Weight Of Teen Football Player)
Feel free to crunch the numbers if you’re better at math than I am, but hopefully you get the idea. My point is, considering Danny’s superhuman strength and the force behind slamming Kwan into the ground like that (or Dash into the roof of a car for that matter) these two are lucky to be alive. They’re ALL lucky to have survived, which they only did because of the ghosts inside of them literally shielding these guys from all that serious damage.
With all that in mind, what I’m wondering is...does this protection include superhuman healing in the unlikely event that their host DOES get injured? Think about it, Danny’s taken quite a few beatings himself up until this point, but always bounced back the next day tired but without a single scratch or bruise on him. So let's say one day during a patrol or something, Sam or Tucker twist/break an ankle or their wrist. If Danny overshadowed them long enough, would that heal the bone/fracture as good as new?
If so, that would be a really cool way for him to indirectly heal people, which is an interesting concept if you ask me. Similarly, Danny could save someone from drowning by overshadowing them since ghosts can breathe underwater, or I guess it's more like they don’t have to breathe at all! I’m just saying there’s some potential here for ways to think of some more creative ways to make the most out of how overshadowing/possession works in the Danny Phantom universe.
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tealenko · 1 year
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Didn't Have the Heart (Chapter 8)
Chapter 8: Just Checking in
Yo! I'm on fire... I wasn't expecting to write this one so quickly (given the crazy ammount of work I have right now) and yet here we are. Hope you like it!!
Summary: Shepard and Kaidan finally meet for the first time since she abandoned his room the previous night, but first, they’ll both have to endure a few more conversations with Garrus and Javik about their relationship.
Words: 5483 Rating: Teens and up Warnings: language, of course
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“We'll be entering Quarian space in less than an hour.” EDI says through the ship’s comms, alerting the crew to get ready.
Kaidan switches on his omni-tool and takes note of it, as he always does, making sure every bit of the day is planned in his schedule.
“Okay, I got fifteen minutes, give  or take…” He says half joking, trying to ease the mood of the room a little. “But if this is really important I can bargain a few more with our boss… I’m on good terms with her.”
Garrus laughs and relaxes a bit, joining Kaidan on the couch and sitting by his side.
“That’s kinda why I’m here…” His friend looks at him with confusion for a second, until he’s able to clarify his statement. “I think… You get Shepard in a way no one is remotely close to achieving…”
“God, I hope so.” He says in between giggles, winning him a push on the shoulder from his friend.
“You know that’s not what I was talking about…”
“Yeah, sorry… I couldn’t help it.” He replies leaning backwards a bit, getting comfortable on the sofa, before asking directly about his problem. “So what’s eating you up Garrus? Had any problems with Mio?”
“Ehrmm…” Garrus’ sentence gets stuck for a moment, still not used to link that name to his best friend. “Ah, no… Not per se. It’s just that…”
Kaidan looks at him for a second, observing how he struggles to find the words to name what’s really bothering him, wondering what may have happened to them, before his own mind offers him an answer faster than his friend.
“Did she shut you off?” He asks with the more casual tone in the galaxy, like it’s not a surprise at all for him, which it isn’t. 
“Yeah…How..?”
He doesn’t need to finish that sentence either.
“Well, I know how you’re wired… And, as you said before: I do know her quite well.” Kaidan replies right away. “But so do you… So, what’s new?”
“Ha…” Garrus finds at least some encouragement in Kaidan's powers of deduction. “Of course, you see that too.”
“You’ve been her friend for what, more than four years? You know how it works, as well as I do.” Kaidan explains slowly, taking his time to find the right words. “So I imagine you said something you shouldn’t.”
“Yeah… Guess I overstepped a line I should not have…”
“But…”
Garrus smiles again, still amazed at the accuracy of Kaidan’s words.
“But, for the first time, I have no idea where the error lies… And is freaking the hell out of me.”
“Mmm…” He just hums, taking a small pause before continuing. “And you want to run it by me. See if I’ll be able to notice something you didn’t.”
“Kinda, yeah… If you’re okay with it… Are you okay with it?”
Kaidan laughs a little and takes another look at his omnitool.
“Yeah sure…” He agrees. “But you have only ten minutes left.”
He doesn’t even need half of them. 
Garrus starts talking right away, happy to find someone to share this with, and replays out loud his last conversation with Shepard, chapter and verse, in less than five minutes.
“The thing is, she actually talked to me about stuff she’s never had the nerve to even mention before… Everything was fine, the conversation was over, and then… Puff. She disconnected. Found, in an instant, an excuse to run away and vanished from the room before I knew what was happening.”
“That is weird…” He admits, amazed that Shepard made it through the tough part of the conversation just to run away in the middle of a joke. “But if you sensed something off… There has to be. I trust you gut.”
“Yeah? Because I’m starting to question it…”
“You said you were joking about knowing her better than anyone else?”
“Yeah… Something on the line of: do you know the amount of buzz and effort it’s taken me to get to know you?”
“And nothing else?” Kaidan asks a bit lost, not understanding where there could be a problem.
“No… Said that and I finished the whole thing joking, saying that I deserved it, for having a human as my best friend.”
Kaidan’s expression changes in the blink of an eye, losing entirely the smile he was wearing just a second ago.
“Oh well… Shit.” He murmurs, quickly catching the attention of the turian, who stares at him as he stands up and takes a few steps while facing the window.
“You know what the problem is…” He affirms more than asks.
“Yeah.” Kaidan admits while staring at the void of the galaxy.
“But you cannot tell me.”
Now he is the one surprised by the accuracy of his friend’s deduction, dedicating it a soft smile before turning to look at him.
“Yeah.” He admits one more time. “Sorry…”
“Nah, it’s okay… I get it.” He replies, standing up, taking a few steps to stop at his side. “I’m just glad I’m not crazy.”
“No, you’re not.” He waits a second, while a rogue smirk appears on his face “At least about this.”
The smile turns into a laugh right away, winning him a sigh from his friend before this one joins in on the fun.
“Ha, serves me right.” Garrus says while laughing. 
“Sorry again… Couldn’t help it either”
“I think Shepard is really becoming a bad influence on you, Alenko.”
“You know, you’re not the first to tell me that today.” He admits, smiling from ear to ear. “Am I really that bad?”
Garrus laughs a little and shakes his head a couple times.
“Course not… It’s a pleasure to see you like this, Kaidan.” 
He gives a soft pat on his shoulder and smiles at him, knowing that both their conversation and time left are over, ready to say goodbye to his friend. 
“Thanks for the talk.”
He starts talking towards the door but stops after hearing Kaidan calling for him.
“Garrus…” He turns to face him. “About Shepard…”
“Yeah?”
“You did nothing wrong… But she had a great deal of a reason to freak out.”
“I see…”
“Just… Give her time. She’ll tell you herself. Trust me”
Kaidan smiles and Garrus replies with the same coin, giving his friend a subtle nod right after.
“Thanks, Kaidan. I… Thank you.” He says, summing up his feelings, aware that they have no time to say something else. “Means a lot.”
Kaidan nods back at him, completely understanding his feelings.
“Anytime.”
~
“We'll be entering Quarian space in less than an hour.” EDI says through the ship’s comms, alerting the crew to get ready.
Shepard hears the announcement almost as if it was an echo, that slowly disappears as the door on port cargo shuts close behind her.
“Looks familiar”
She says as she gets closer to the screen, staring at the displayed plans of her old ship, taking in the view as flashes of what happened in Alchera come back to her mind.
“I’ve been studying this ship, its crew. There was a Normandy before this one, you died in an attack.”
“Something like that.”
She smiles a little, eyes still glued to the pictures of her past, acknowledging how absurd the whole story seems when you hear it out loud.
“But then you were resurrected… To fight the reapers.”
“Maybe you and I have a thing or two in common.”
She closes her eyes for a second, focusing on her breathing, casting away her usual demons in order to keep present in their conversation.
“But you have something else: the reasons you fight are still alive. The friendships of the people around you.” Javik makes a small pause, building the anticipation for what he’s about to say. “And more.”
Shepard turns slowly to look at him, surprised to see where their conversation is heading.
“You and the human soldier are… Joined?” He affirms, more than he asks, more hesitant about the correct use of the terminology than about the facts he’s stating.
“You could say that.”
“I’m not. Your pheromones are.” 
This type of comments would've bothered her a few weeks ago but, after everything she’s endured in the past few days, plus the whole sexual itercorse thing that he said in front of Liara and Tali, she’s more than used to this type of statements coming from Javik.
Instead of replying, she just shrugs her shoulders, not knowing what else to add to that statement, and turns back once again to stare at the images shown on the screen.
“Is this why you wish to continue living? For their affection?”
Despite his usual way of phrasing his thoughts, this takes Shepard quite by surprise. Javik is often direct and ignores any of the harm that his words tend to inflict, but something in his tone of voice is different this time around. 
She finds something in that last sentence that she's not willing to let pass like it's nothing.
“Yes.” She admits right away, with a firmness in her speech that she hasn’t used with the prothean until now. “Is that a problem?”
“A surprise.” He replies without a second thought, still unaware of the effect of his words on the commander. “War is the only thing worth occupying your mind right now. That kind of feeling, that ‘affection’... Should be beneath you.”
“Without that ‘affection’, all I have in my life is death.” She says with the calmest tone of voice she’s able to summon. “And that’s not enough.”
Javik, who already had another comment prepared, stops himself from talking once he hears the beginning of what she has to say, suddenly shocked by the impactful reality of finding someone in this foreign universe who may be able to make him realize that he’s mistaken about something.
“Without feelings, without pain… I’d be just a machine.”
He looks at her, quite surprised by her statement, not expecting her to have such firm ideals and neither to be defending them with this level of conviction.
“And believe me, I’m not fighting and suffering just so that I end up turning into my enemy.”
The prothean stares at her for a couple seconds, still not knowing what to do with all that information.
“That’s a nice sentiment, I must admit.” He agrees but, after some hesitation, he goes back to his original line of thought. “Nevertheless, it is one that’s only allowed in fiction… And that, is the main difference between us.”
Shepard looks at him with a severe expression, but doesn’t interrupt him. Instead, she lets him talk, allowing him to expose what he truly thinks.
“I’ve done my research.” Javik adds, pointing at the screen. “You have fallen… You have risen. But you haven’t lost… Or at least, not yet.” 
She keeps listening in silence as he talks, knowing quite well where this is heading, but still not knowing how to react to it.
“Once you have seen every single person on this ship die, massacred in front of your eyes one by one… Once you have no other option than to sacrifice every single one of them… Along with what’s left of you. Sacrifice all that you are… Only then will you clearly understand that behaving like a human is not always an option.” 
Shepard stays submerged in her silence for a bit longer, investing her pause to breathe in, with a very long inhale, taking all the time in the world before formulating her reply.
“Ahhh…” She exhales. “You need to get better at researching…”
He is not only surprised by her answer, but also by the expression that follows it.
Shepard smiles a little at her own comment, but there’s a residual sadness in her demeanor that doesn’t pass by the prothean.
“Meaning?” He asks, not truly knowing how to interpret her reaction to his words.
“Everything you said, all you just described… That’s already happened.” 
She stops facing him, casting one last stoic glare into his eyes, and walks towards the door, stopping at the threshold after taking a few steps. 
“Akuse.” She states as an explanation, but not without fighting with herself just to be able to say it. “Start there next time.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“I do care, actually.” She turns, still at the door’s threshold, so that she can look directly at him once again. “As I told you before… We have more in common than you think.”
“I see…”
Things start to click for Javik, who right now, would start to feel sorry about his previous comment if he was able to recognize such feelings. 
Instead, starts to grow inside of him a new wave of respect for the woman that now stands on the entrance of his room.
“I’ll give it to you, though… You were somewhat right.” She admits, after thinking about it. “Didn’t feel human for the longest time, but… But…”
Her words choke on her throat before they’re able to come out. Nevertheless, they aren’t needed at the end, for Javik already knows and understands them, to the point that he’s able to step forward and put an end to her struggles.
“But..”
“But that wasn’t enough.” He finishes the sentence for her, mirroring the answer she gave him only a few seconds ago.
“Exactly.”
“You’re an interesting subject… Commander Shepard.”
Javik gifts her with the faintest smile she has ever witnessed but, given his record, is more than good enough for her to recognize the change of lane in the prothean’s opinion.
“Glad to know.” She smiles back as she replies.
“Very… Unique.” Despite his choice of words, there’s no hint of mockery in his tone of voice, to Shepard’s surprise, who is waiting patiently to see where this is heading. “No wonder your people choose you to lead them.”
“Thanks…” She replies, with hesitation, knowing there’s a second part to that statement that she isn’t gonna like as much.
“You would not have lasted more than a day in the Empire, though.”
Shepard starts laughing right away, with Javik’s comment caughting her completely by surprise, not expecting something of sorts to come out of the protheans’s mouth.
“Seems probable…” She admits in between giggles, given the whole hypothetical a second though. “Would’ve taken a lot with me in the process, though.”
“Seems probable too.” 
His smile expands just a millimeter, but that is enough to make her feel satisfied about the effect of her comeback. So, after a few seconds of smiling back at him, while mentally celebrating her victory, she nods her head as a goodbye gesture and states it out loud.
“See you around, Javik.”
“Commander.”
~
Shepard takes the elevator to the crew deck and, as she steps out of it, she sees Garrus, who is leaving Kaidan’s room.
She freezes for a second before her instincts kick in, which desperately tell her to turn around and run away, but that brief moment of hesitation is more than enough for his friend to acknowledge her presence.
“Shep!” He calls her as he hastens his step to reach her as fast as possible. “Have a second?”
“No… You see…”
He doesn’t let her finish.
Before she’s able to refuse his talking invitation, he grabs her by the arm and starts walking towards the poker room.
“It will only be a moment.”
The whole thing happens so fast that Shepard isn’t even able to complain before they get into the lounge and, by the time they’re already there, she is too shocked to know what to say, giving him the chance to break the ice, which he isn’t willing to waste.
“When are you gonna get tired of avoiding me?” He states right away, quoting the same words she said to him a few weeks ago.
There’s a moment of silence, but it’s quickly followed by a laugh.
“Nice one.” She replies, relaxing a little. 
Shepard looks around for a few seconds, taking the opportunity to calm herself, and lets out a big sigh before sitting on the coach completely defeated by the situation.
“Very clever, Vakarian… Using my own argument against me.”
Garrus smiles, or does whatever it is that turians do when they’re happy, and sits in front of her, taking a second before talking again.
“Just… Forget it, Shep. Let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.”
“What about?”
“Wish I knew…” He starts laughing, still replaying their last conversation in his mind. “But I obviously said something that triggered you.”
Shepard starts to scour the room, unable to look directly at his friend.
“...”
“So we can just act like I never did.”
To say she is shocked by his words doesn’t come close to describing Shepard’s feelings but, after putting aside her initial hesitation, she finally musters the courage to start taking an active role in their current conversation. 
“Really?” 
“Yup.”
She laughs a little in disbelief, surprised by Garrus’ approach to this whole situation.
“You don’t wanna know?”
“I sure do… But not if you don't wanna tell me.” She’s about to correct his words, afraid she’s giving the wrong impression about the true reason behind her silence, but he steps ahead, once again, and does it for her. “Or if you aren’t ready.”
“I…”
“And… If you ever change your mind, well… You know where to find me.”
She stares at him for a few seconds, dedicating him a faint smile, before finally being able to reply to his answer.
“...Thanks.” She states, with said smile deepening even more on her face, grateful to see that her friend is willing to give her all the time she needs before she opens up to him. “Means a lot.”
“No problem.” Garrus leans forward and gives her a couple pats on the leg on his way to standing up, stretching a little before heading to the bar. “Want something to drink?”
“Unfortunately… No. We’ll be deployed in less than thirty minutes.”
“Oh.. Sorry for you, then.” He says this as he opens himself a bottle and starts drinking. “Gratefully, I know you won’t pick me to go on this one.”
She looks at him, completely silent, quite surprised by his statement.
“Am I wrong?” He asks, with a big grin on his face.
“No… No you’re not.” She laughs a little and smiles back at him, in awe by the accuracy of his deduction. “How you knew that?”
Garrus goes back to the sofa area, but this time around he sits next to her.
“Come on… You have to go with Tali, it’s her people.”
“There’s another spot on the crew.”
“Yeaaaaah… Right.”
Shepard sighs and slaps him on the arm before pushing him a little in a playful manner.
“Shut up.” She orders.
Unfortunately for her, it’s already too late to stop his words.
“Like you’re not gonna pick Kaidan to go along with you.”
They both start laughing at the same time, and keep doing it for a few seconds, before she stands up, casting an amused look at her friend as she starts talking.
“There’s been missions where I haven’t picked Kaidan to go along with me…” She tries to defend herself from his statement.
“Yeah, I know… But only when it’s back to back to another one and you have to give him time to rest.”
“Hmm…” She complains, mad at herself for not knowing what else to say.
“Am I wrong?” He asks again, with the same big grin back on his face.
“No, you’re not.” She smiles, amused by his comeback. “...Of course you know that too.”
“Well, I’ve been in his place… Back with Cerberus. I couldn’t catch a break unless we had no time to rest in between missions, ironically.” Garrus brings his talon to his head while faking to be affected by the change in her preferences when it comes to choosing a squad member. “I thought you loved, Shepard.”
She laughs, extremely amused by his words..
“God, you’re an idiot…”
“You’re probably right, but you have to stop saying things like that, Shep.” He reprimands her, with a hint of his joking tone still engraved in his words. “You’re becoming quite a bad influence on poor Kaidan.”
“Why? Is he no longer suffering in silence while you and Vega aim at him every stupid comment that you’re able to come up with?”
“Even better… He’s the one making them now.” He states, both proud of him and happy to see Kaidan in his element. “Fearsome thing to behold, to be honest.” He says, tuning back to his half joking tone of voice.
“Good for him…” She takes a moment to think before taking a few steps towards the door. “Speaking of whom, I should go give Kaidan the specs for the next mission… We’re almost there.”
“Yeah, right…”
“What!?” She asks, almost like she doesn’t already know the answer.
“Come on Shep, it’s me… You don’t have to fake it. I know why you’re really going to see Kaidan.”
Shepard just stares at him with an annoyed look, unable to deny his friend’s statement.
“Or now you’re gonna tell me there’s no ulterior motives behind your visit?”
“Well, hell yeah. Of course I have ulterior motives!” She admits right away, almost laughing. “But that doesn’t mean I was lying, though. I intend to give him a report for the mission too.”
“I see.” He smiles back, amused by the honesty in her answer.
Shepard returns his smile and nods, considering this small gesture more than enough to signal her goodbye, and starts walking towards the door.
“Hey, Shep.” He says on her way there, making her stop after a few steps. “This whole Kaidan thing…”
“Yes?” She turns to face him, not knowing at all where this is heading.
“You sure about it?”
She casts him a confused look.
“I thought you weren’t gonna give me the Kaidan talk, Garrus.”
“No, of course I’m not… It was more in the line of a Shepard talk, if you know what I mean.”
Shepard’s jaw drops a little, surprised to see where his friend’s worries lie.
“You are worried about him.”
“Yes.” Garrus admits right away.
“You think I’ll hurt him.”
“I know you’ll hurt him… But I still don’t know how.” He states without hesitation before sighing and looking directly at her. “It’s plain math. When you love someone that much, there’s countless different possibilities to get hurt. I’m just trying to avoid one of them.”
Shepard considers his comment for a second, finally understanding what he’s really trying to imply.
“Soooo… You’re scared that I’m treating this like a port in the storm kind of thing.”
“Here we go again with the idioms…”
Shepard laughs a little, still amused after many years of friendship by any occasion where she needs to explain human argot to her best friend.
“Don’t tell me Vega hasn’t covered that one yet.” She says while smiling. “What a pity.”
“Well, I think I get it based on context.” He replies, after thinking about its meaning for a second. “Never too late to learn something new.”
“Good to know.”
She nods and proceeds to leave the room.
Walks out of it and stands in silence in the hallway, staring at the door of the room situated on the opposite side of the corridor.
“Ahhhh…” She sighs, before turning on her feet and heading once again inside of the lounge.
Garrus, surprised by her sudden reappearance, doesn’t say anything. Instead, he just stares at her while she states what she really needs to get out of her system.
“He’s not.”
She tells him, taking her a few seconds to realize she may need to say share more information for him to understand her.
“A safe port in the storm.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning…” She takes a second to breathe. “You don’t have to worry about Kaidan.”
“I see.” He replies, now with a sense of relief, happy for both of his friends.
“You can leave that to me.”
They both laugh at her comment and, once again, she nods at him and leaves, although this time around she doesn’t stay frozen outside of the port observation.
~
With hurried steps, she quickly reaches the opposite side of the hallway and enters, without hesitation, in the room she was staring at only a few minutes ago.
Shepard isn’t surprised to see what she finds once she gets into it.
She’s quite used by now to the vision of Kaidan, sitting in his favorite chair, reading and writing reports of their previous missions, completing with grace and calmness all those tasks that she detests so much to do.
"Hey there." He says as a greeting, taking his eyes from his datapad to cast a loving look at her.
"Hey, Kaidan--Just checking in..."
Reality hits Shepard, and she suddenly feels like it’s been a lifetime since she last saw him, even though it’s been only a few hours since she sneaked out of his room.
"I'm glad.” His smile deepens as she gets closer to him, leaving completely forgotten all the work he was doing just a second ago. “Say, you left without waking me."
She smiles back at him, taking a moment to think, trying to find the appropriate words to express why she did so.
After a few seconds of self reflection, she finally finds her answer.
"Didn't have the heart."
There’s a mixture of both endless worry and deep affection that melts together in between her words, giving her sentence a double meaning that not even she is aware of.
"Aw, thanks, but next time--wake me.” 
Shepard’s body acts on its own, as her hand instinctively reaches for Kaidan’s, searching for the contact that she’s been missing since she abandoned it the previous night in complete silence.
“Fine…” She complies with an almost ethereal tinge in her voice, feeling the pressure of her heart smothering her words as it keeps pounding with the strength of mass relay against her chest.
Kaidan uses his free hand to bring her closer and sits in a more useful position so that he can wrap her arms around her.
“Missed you..” He whispers, completely glued to her, tightening the embrace even more.
Shepard rests her head on top of his, bringing her right hand to his hair so that she can play with it. 
She messes it up a little, combing it different directions for a few seconds before forming a reply to his comment.
“Me too.” She shifts a little and kisses the top of his head before returning to her previous position. “Unfortunately…”
She doesn’t need to say anything else. The mention of that last word is enough to let him know what comes next. 
Kaidan sighs, coming back to their reality, leaning back a few inches so that he can move his head to be able to look at her.
“We need to get ready?”
“Yeah, we’ll be entering quarian space in no time.” 
“What a shame…”
One of his hands starts to move up her body, but she stops it before it’s able to travel too far, taking a step backwards to avoid starting something they do not have the time to finish.
“Kaidan…” She says, half breathless once again, both reprimanding his behavior and begging him to stop for their own sake.
“Sorry.” He stands up and takes a step to close the distance between them, adding to his apology a repentant look. “I couldn’t help it.”
Shepard’s body leans forward a little, pulled once again by the gravity that Kaidan always seems to hold against her.
“I…” She manages to stop herself just in time, placing her hand on top of his chest to ensure she won’t get even closer, despite how much all her soul is asking her to do so. “We…”
After taking a moment to breathe, followed by a sigh, Shepard finally manages to regain some control over the situation and, summoning all the strength she’s able to find, and clearing her throat to speak again, she is somehow able to look up at him and hold his glare.
“We…” She insists, now with a more decisive tone in her voice. “... should be getting ready.”
There’s a moment of silence filling the room after Shepard says this. She looks away, with a cheeky smile forming on her face that immediately catches his attention, making him enjoy the moment way more than he should.
“But I really don’t want to…” She finally adds in between laughs, smiling from ear to ear as she focuses her eyes back at him.
Kaidan starts laughing just a moment after, instinctively surrounding her with his arms and lifting her up from the ground, doing a couple spins while at it.
“Kaidan!” It’s all she’s able to say, or half scream, in complete surprise, before she starts laughing again, holding tight around his body and hiding her face against his neck.
This lasts for a few seconds, in which the tired couple are able to completely forget momentarily that there’s an actual war spreading through the galaxy, or better said: two, thanks to the narrow-mindedness of the top hierarchy of the quarian conclave.
Nevertheless, nothing can last forever and, after their idyllic scene is finally over, they both sight and smile at each other, aware that they need to go back to work no matter how much they don’t want to.
“So… Gear first.” Kaidan says, after coming back to reality, finally focusing on the task at hand. “My weapons are already prepped, so I think I should go change clothes now.”
“Need an extra hand for it?”
“Hmm…” 
Kaidan laughs and coughs at the same time, looking away for a moment while smiling uncontrollably, taking a few seconds to calm a little before rewarding Shepard’s comment with a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Maybe later.” He adds, winning him a deep laugh from Shepard.
“Definitely later.”
And just like that, they go back to their programmed schedule.
The couple walk together to the elevator and get to the shuttle bay in record time, heading directly to the lockers where they store their gear and doing their best to pretend they aren’t aware that Vega is staring at them from afar with a stupid smile on his face.
They help each other, without talking too much, way too used by now to both their respective bodies and armors to be in need of speaking out loud for the other to understand what they need to do.
The ride to the bridge of the ship is also a silent one, especially the few seconds they spend alone in the elevator, almost as if they feared that taking would lead them to tangle around each other once again.
The silence only ends once the door opens after they make it to the combat center, shattering the calm and beautiful atmosphere they shared through all the way before they got there.
Shepard is immediately stopped by one of the lower ranked officers as Kaidan excuses himself and keeps waking forward, dedicating Samantha a smile and a pat on the arm when he goes past her post.
He gets to the other side of the room in record time, allowing him to spend a few seconds to greet Joker and EDI from the threshold of the pilot’s cabin before heading to the door on his left, standing alone in the small room for almost a minute before Shepard joins him.
“Something important?”
“Nah… Bureaucratic stuff, I’ll do it later.” She replies while sitting on the ground, resting her back against the exit door of the Normandy. “Called Tali too, she’s on her way.”
Kaidan smiles, taking a few seconds while his eyes roam through the small empty room before he surrenders, sighs, and sits next to her, instinctively reaching to grab her hand.
“Penny for your thoughts.” He says, entangling his fingers between hers.
“Oh… Believe me.” She replies, raising her head to stare at the ceiling as she takes a deep breath. “You don’t wanna know.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
Shepard giggles and nudges his arm, shaking her head a couple of times before turning it and shifting her body a little to look better at him
“At least right now…” She smiles at him, unable to keep her feelings to herself. “We need to focus on the mission.”
Kaidan gifts her with a gentle laugh, completely defeated by the way she looks at him, needing a second or two before being able to react to her comment.
“Well then…” His free hand travels to cup her face and, with a slowed and unhurried pace, he leans forward and plants a soft kiss on her lips, keeping the nonexistent distance between them even after said kiss is over. “And later?”
“Hum… ”She agrees right away, not even having to give a second thought to her answer. “Definitely later.”
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Fiiiiinaaaally!!! Oh my, they finally meet again in chapter 8/10 lol. Took a while but we're finally here yaaaaaay~~~ Get ready people: next one is smut time!!!! And Shepard will sucher punch a quarian too!!! What more can you ask for in a fic??? XDDDDDDDD
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you and your f/o(s) are decorating a tree this holiday season! what kind of decorations are you putting on the tree? 🎄
no pressure in answering, and please take your time! <3
(I got swept up in the moment and wrote some self indulgent Dottiro content TuT I wanted to include Shiirina (shiro/furina) and maybe Shiiao/Xiiro (shiro/xiao) but,,, *eyes the post length* another time? XDD ANYWAYS!!! Thank you SO much for stopping by and sending me an ask ;; I think I needed this)
Somewhere in the early days of December when Snezhnayan streets are flooded with Christmas decorations and Christmas spirit, Dottore would notice my steps slowing as I stop to gaze at the lights. He isn't one to decorate, especially not his lab, so the first few weeks he'd stay silent--only ever observing my reactions and actions. He'd be content with my longing stares until it turns into one of despair. Then, he'd take action and intercept any possible declines in health (as a good doctor would /getsho-)
Of course, if I do ask for a tree before that, a few segments (the ones on break) would be lucky enough to build the faux Christmas tree in the corner of the lab (or get a really small real one, but ever since Omega brought back a tree twice his size, we got stuck with the fake one [Zandik was fuming because the tree kept shedding pine needles]). If I have enough energy though, I'll help set everything up. If not, I'll untangle the lights as much as possible in the meantime (buuuuuuuut,,, Dottore probably made an invention that made it easier to store without tangle hazards).
When the tree is set, the lights will be placed. From top to bottom (I claim bottom side from where I can comfortably reach the lights), around the tree--spiraling down. Once the lights are in, I'll take the navy Christmas garland and stubbornly try to get it in by myself, but I won't reach the top without going on a ladder and they really don't want to risk that with my wonky balance so a responsible segment will jump in and take it from me TuT (booooo)
Then, at last, Zandik shows up for the fun part. Right after the Christmas garland is in the tree, the segments dissappear and he magically shows up. He will appear all smug and nonchalant, saying he had free time and was merely "checking up on the segements" (but they're all gone...?). While he wouldn't take part in hanging the decorations (he prefers to observe and psycho analyse every little choice I make), he is aware of how much his presence is valued (ego boost). He might not like the holiday itself, but he knows how to take care of his favorite patient. (If anyone were to ask him why a blue-silver decorated Christmas tree stood in the middle of his horror filled lab, he'd tell it improved his patient's morale and wellbeing--which technically wasn't a lie)
When I was a teenager, I was hospitalised for a few years. In that time period I lost a loved one and a friend. For me, the holidays are always a bit harder to endure. I sit with guilt, wondering why I would be the one to sit here while they're gone. I'm not sure if I feel guilt for surviving or for them leaving me, but it's hard each year. Last year I was indirectly kicked out (bullied away) by my less-than-good stepdad and I had to celebrate Christmas in an empty home (which destroyed me). I don't find joy in a lot of things, but Christmas was the one time of the year where I'd feel loved because you aren't supposed to be alone. I guess,, over the years this too was taken from me. This year I haven't had the physical energy to set up anything (tree, decoration), so thank you for giving me the chance to do so. Even if it's imaginary and temporary, for a moment I felt like someone could see and be with me. For a moment I felt like I too deserved Christmas and a day of solidarity.
If he were out on a mission during Christmas, he'd send a box with a new (blue) decoration. It wouldn't have a letter attached to it, long letters and love declarations aren't his style in this form, but his signature and the fact that he spent time to get it at all is enough to realize that he cares. And that's more than enough.
> the decorations itself would be blue, silver, or white, with a few made out of glass. Delicate but pretty things, though, unfortunately they tend to get broken more often then not.
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79. A Little Princess, by Frances Hodgson Burnett
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Owned: No, library Page count: 261 My summary: Sara Crewe has everything a girl could want. Riches, a loving father, a fine education...but Sara herself is a strange child. This doesn’t hurt her much, until her father dies and takes his fortune with him, leaving young Sara destitute. But through it all, she is determined to remain a princess. My rating: 3/5 My commentary:
This is a book I remember reading quite a bit when I was a kid. In retrospect, it's really not hard to see why it appealed to me. A strange little girl who manages to stay strong despite being forced into hardship by her circumstances...that's the sort of story that's like catnip to me. I saw a copy on the shelves at work the other day, so I decided to come back to it and see how I felt about it as an adult - if it holds up, if it works, or if the fact that it was written over a century ago really doesn't help its case. On the whole, I found it to be the same story I really enjoyed growing up...but I could identify some areas I was less comfortable with now that I'm older.
The first thing I want to mention here is our main character, Sara. She intrigues me. That kind of curious little girl, while obviously a real personality that kids can have, wasn't really seen as the norm at the time. These days, I'd wonder if little Sara would be classed as autistic - she's blunt, speaks her mind, and is prone to fantasy. While the writing sometimes falls into the Good People Like Her, Bad People Hate Her sort of trap, Sara herself is shown to have flaws. She can be rude, bad tempered, and spiteful when she wants to be. Though her circumstances do mitigate them, she's still not perfect, and would be considered less so in the Edwardian period this book was written in. Sara is mentioned as having black hair, green eyes, and skin darker than her counterparts at the school - her mother is dead, and I don't think the implication was meant to be that she's mixed race, but it's an interesting possibility. But all of this is in contrast to the perfect Edwardian child, a blonde, blue-eyed, ringleted, pale little girl. Sara is curious and outspoken, clever but not a braggart, able to endure suffering but still showing human weaknesses. She's a nice little character and I'm very fond of her.
So that's the positives. The negatives? Well, it's the Edwardian of it all. Sara was born in India and her saintly father is one of the colonising military Englishmen who went over there to do some colonialism. And also profit from diamond mines, I guess. Sara is used to being waited on hand and foot by Indian servants, and immediately after she is seen by Ram Daas, her neighbour's Indian servant, he wants to help her and gets her a lot of new furniture and food. (Admittedly, this is part of the charm Sara has that the non-antagonistic adults respond to regardless of ethnicity, but it does bear mentioning that there's a kind of loaded subtext here.) Becky, the scullery maid Sara befriends, is sort of treated by the narrative like being a maid is her only real option - her happy ending is that Sara's her employer now, while Sara herself regains untold riches. Sara treats her friend Ermengarde, who finds school difficult, as though she's stupid; it's a very patronising and pitying relationship. Sara seems destined to be rich, as her virtue and grace shines out even when in rags. It all points back to the values of the early 1900s being kind of askew with my values here in 2023, and it's no wonder that some adaptations have changed some elements of this - like Becky becoming Sara's adopted sister rather than her servant. I think that overall it didn't spoil my personal enjoyment of the book, but that might at least in part be due to the fact that I have fond memories of it. If someone read this first as an adult and really hated it for any of these reasons, I'd get it, you know?
Next, out into the wilds, as a group of girls escape the only home they've known.
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( Yo wrote this cuz I felt like writing, it’s not supposed to be anything but I guess if you want to insert yourself it can be a particularly long starter. )
✮ Another day another go. Once again, bare feet hit the sandy bank she’d made her own, the sound of her footsteps muffled by the coarse granules beneath her feet as she took her morning run up the coastline. A little more than a jog, but a little less than a full on sprint, this bit of cardio in the morning had been a ritual for as long as she could remember, and the sand offered delicious resistance training, as well as shock absorption for knees and hips that had seen a lot of abuse. Fortunately, there was enough shoreline here that she could usually enjoy a nice morning alone before the rabble rose, and retreat to her small gym where she was at significantly less risk of interruption.
   Carolina tended to avoid meeting the rest until around lunch, though she held no illusion that they might believe she was sleeping in; as far as she was aware, this was one of those unspoken contracts. She would wake up and do her ‘freelancer stuff’ and then she could pitch in on the chaos as was deemed appropriate for a given day. Being given the chance to stir the pot occasionally was also... Tempting, to say the least.
   The real workout began after her morning jog. Over the past few months she’d been gradually gathering materials from the lost cities on Chorus to turn her base into a personal gym, and trying to figure out how to properly set posts to build herself a new obstacle course. The latter was pending still, but the former was coming along, with rubber matting spread on a suitably flat and sturdy stretch of ground near her beach and a good broom to help keep the sand from invading with too much force. Nothing kept it out entirely, but it was a start. Of course, she spent enough time on Chorus still that anything she was still missing on Iris could be accommodated for with some planning, but that could be a hassle, and having a routine is important.
   In her past, routine and a plan had been the only things she’d had to remain resilient after her world had been taken from her and she’d had nobody. In having nobody for such a pivotal moment in her life, though, it was hard to accept that she had people she could lean on now - and being able to do that was a lesson she’d had to learn the hard way.
   Still, though, she ran. And now, she did weight training, too. Carolina had never been big on weight training specifically; while strength was important, she usually trained more for speed and endurance. She was finding strength exercises to be therapeutic in a different way, though, and with the tools she had, oftentimes easier. It made sense, really; Chorus was smaller than Earth, and for humans, that meant extra work had to be put into strength and physical conditioning to keep a body that was keenly adapted for Earth in good condition.
   The fact that she was able to find so much equipment for this purpose in particular fell in line, and was for the best given they now lived on a moon of this planet. Like everything she did, Carolina strove to excel in this new regimen, and after a lot of figuring things out - she knew the basics, but always had had somebody there to coach her on the details - she was fairly confident in her routine. She never expected anybody to join her; she tended to view herself as a periphery from any group at this point, sticking along because she didn’t know where else to go and nobody had told her to leave. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t somewhat fond of the Reds and Blues, but... They had their own lives, and she’d always tried to remain independent.
   As her footprints from her morning jog were washed away, she worked, her mind blissfully empty aside from counting. Counting individual reps, counting sets, counting weights... By itself, just going through numbers with intent was almost blissful, and on the outside it was a rhythmic routine. There was effort involved, of course; it wouldn’t be proper weight training if she wasn’t having to put forth effort - but a quiet scene with just sweat, work, and a steady stream of counting was surprisingly blissful, with the sun finally fully above the horizon line and the air quickly beginning to heat up. It was almost time to call it quits for the day, when the air started to warm, but she was almost done. The numbers don’t lie; they never have. It’s only ever been the meaning she herself ascribed to them that made them feel suffocating. But here, now, with no actual expectations... It was nice.
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The Tale of an Unknown Devil: A Short Story
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Saturday mornings are nothing less than a blessing from God. They are much easier to endure, unlike most workdays. Even the weather seems better on those days.
Quiet thoughts fill Enzoe's head as he stares out of his extravagant balcony. Rain pours down constantly. One would say, "It's raining cats and dogs out there". The green and at the same time, the colorful garden looks blurry through the droplets of rain. The pleasant sound generated by the rain pouring on the ground is hard to ignore. The sky looks duller than ever, unlike the other Saturdays. The fresh, warm scent of coffee fills Enzoe's nostrils as he sips into it once. "Tastes delicious indeed", he thinks. Coffee has always been a lifesaver for Enzoe Jacobs. There have been countless nights that had to be spent without him ever closing his hazel eyes. Nights would go on, while he was at work, dealing with his morbid tasks. He would feel drowsy at times, but oh, would he dare to fall asleep! Many sleepless nights had passed since Enzoe was 17. Coffee was what saved his weary eyes back then. One sip of coffee and he could go on for another sleepless, cold night.
A sudden ring of the telephone snapped him out of his train of thoughts. Hello?"
"Are you Agent Jacobs speaking?"
"I certainly am. What's the occasion, Handler?"
"274 Madison Circle La Habra, CA 90631. A Mexican man with blonde hair and green eyes. Name's Guiterrez, Raúl Guiterrez. Set off at 3 pm, the guy is not supposed to have company."
"Noted."
The other side hung up with a loud stomp. 
"Hell, I thought I had the day off! The handler does not normally call me on Saturdays. This must be an important job then," Enzoe murmurs to himself. The rain has finally stopped. The garden looks more vivid now. The tulip looks quite pale though, how weird! "I have about 6 hours until the job. Some TV should be good to kill time." Enzo turns on the television as the brightness lights up the dark room, despite it being daytime. It's a big, extravagant room though, filled with expensive antique goods bought from the local antique shop. Old man Bruce has quite a collection. He stings when it comes to price though. Thanks to Enzoe's well-paying career, he was able to pull off multiple antique goods and adorn the new two-storeyed house he got after one specific task. "Got" is quite the wrong word because Enzoe sort of earned it. A woman, dressed in a brown overcoat, stands in front of an apartment, police, and detectives roaming behind her every once in a while. She looks profound, guess something 'not very graceful' has happened after all. Ryle decides to increase the volume to hear her words thoroughly.
"As you can see, this is Mr. Benedict Lewis's apartment. We are standing outside a very dangerous murder scene. Mr. Lewis was killed two days ago, on Thursday, August 22th, at approximately 3 p.m. His body was found two days later, today at 10 a.m. in the morning. The neighbors complained that the apartment had been emitting a very rotten smell for the past two days. When the neighbors got suspicious about not meeting Mr. Lewis for those two days, they decided to call the police and ask for their assistance. We are standing at the scene where Mr. Lewis was brutally murdered. The police arrived at 9:50 p.m. and found the door of Lewis's apartment unlocked. What lay ahead, shocked them beyond imagination. They found a body that was severed in various parts. The head was bashed open and the brain was missing. The heart, eyes, and kidneys were also missing from the victim's mutilated body. Later it was speculated by the police that those organs were probably separated and stolen by the murderer. However, no footprints or fingerprints were found at the scene. Carl Lewis, the brother of Benedict Lewis, rushed to the scene and demanded a thorough investigation. The police also speculate that .….."
Enzoe turned off the TV, getting bored. "Like they are ever going to find the murderer. This town's law system is nothing like the main state after all", he thought quietly as a smile broke out from the corner of his chapped lips. Enzoe thinks about the Carl guy. "Poor guy thinking he is going to get justice. Justice is nothing but a beautiful word created by fools. There is no justice in the world. Nothing is good or bad. At the end of the day, everyone is just filling their pockets to the brim. Nobody cares about justice or good. Everyone just hankers after pennies. Such a rotten world!" Enzoe looks at the clock. It's 2:30 p.m.
"Time sure flies by fast. Guess I am going to start getting ready for the job."
Enzoe opens the only coat he wears for this job. A black duffel coat, quite the clothing indeed, for such a shady job. "The stain is still there though, gotta wash it off again after returning", he thinks, staring at the small dark stain from his last job that was two days ago. No matter how many times he'd washed it, it never went away. It shrunk from being a huge stain though. Enzoe puts on the coat and gloves. He also takes the small chemical bottle that he uses to vanish prints from the scenes. He takes the gun which he keeps hidden under the floorboards. He also takes the large chainsaw he bought from a sharp goods' shop a while back, stuff's got good mobility, to be honest. 
Quite useful while prying a body open; actually, it is Enzoe's favorite part of his job. 
Enzoe looks at the clock in a hurry. The hands indicate that it's about to be 3 p.m. He opens the door to head out.
It's time.
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The sand crab did eventually succeed in its great escape; the pauldron toppling enough to one side with the added weight of the collected mussels shifting with the momentum applied by the small creature’s desperation to get away. It went unnoticed, however, as it safely scurried back into the pool from whence it was plucked, given that Cloud’s attention was squared solely on the numerous shellfish now raining from the ceiling right above his head.
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Of course, Sephiroth would know better, of course the guy would make a grand spectacle of such an ample discovery - and if he thought that sly little grin of his had gone unnoticed he was sorely mistaken. So thankful was he that the place was dark enough to shield the soft flush of heat painting the bridge of his nose. But rather than resent the man for stealing his thunder, the former infantryman was otherwise enamoured with this new abundance of food now laying at the ex-SOLDIER’s feet. Surely it didn’t take away from his own efforts, rather than it did to add to it.  And he does so; retrieving the makeshift bowl, first plucking out the sponge and the dry starfish, he pours his meagre collection into the pile of ailing sea life now doomed to be that evening’s dinner.
“Gotta say, you made that look easy, yeah?” Cloud says this mostly under his breath, but his tone was not without a little humour and accompanied no less by a small amused nasal huff, his own mouth curling ever so slightly at a single corner; fleeting as it may have been.
There was a moment then, amidst the previous tensions the pair of them endured up until now, where they were once again engaging in idle - if sparse - conversation. Anger and hatred, it would seem, expelled far more energy than Cloud knew was really good for him. So much of himself was taken up in hating this man for the crimes of the past, and he found that he missed what it was like to simply bask in the company of another, no matter who they were… forcing himself to question once again just how long it had been since the last time he’d been gifted such a pleasure of simple chit-chat.
He dared not hazard a guess… still an answer he was not ready to hear.
There really was no use in dwelling on it, nor for the time being, not when the promise of food, real solid food, was literally in biting distance. He did not know the names of the morsels in front of him then as his gaze casts lower to spy the numerous shells opening and closing on the tarp in their search for saltwater, though he was quite sure there was potential to eat some of them raw. Once upon a time the thought of eating live sea food would render him sick to his stomach, but the hear and now dictated that beggars simply could not be choosers, he was ready to devour anything put in front of him in that given instance.
Habitually, and as if to move things along a little quicker, he reaches for a a single dangling leather clad hand, still expecting the man to help him to his feet. Cloud was, perhaps surprising even to himself right then, looking forward to a warm fire and food in his belly. The company he kept around this pseudo-dinner table they would be sharing had long become a moot point.
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“Maybe I did.” Sword back in its scabbard, Sephiroth didn’t object as the blond added his bounty to the rest into the sailcloth. He watched the content fall and pile up together with detachment before leaning over to gather the edges of the cloth together and lift the bundle with ease. “But this is the easy part.”
He was no fisherman by any means, and had never really devoted any kind of special attention to his surroundings in the few times he’d been deployed to port towns. The memories of walking past bustling tables filled with the catch of the day were hazy in his mind. How those rough hands so easily and quickly turned raw seafood into delectable meat, removing shells, scales and bones with finesse and exèerience, was a mystery even to him. Hopefully accessing the meat of these clams wouldn’t rob them of their patience and time… and just as hopefully, they wouldn’t get sick from it.
In his head he was already moving forward. The fire should be started. After which he should go back to the coast and gather drinkable water, before the tide returned. It’d be quicker on his own, and perhaps in the meantime, Cloud could get some shells opened or at least figure out the process. Then…
Green eyes did a quick double take, silver hair swaying gently under his chin when his head turned back to the side and his steps halted. There was a hint of dumbfounded confusion in the way the man slowly blinked at the hand reaching up to him, and this feeling was betrayed in the pause, longer than usual, that lapsed before his reaction.
Right. Cloud needed help to walk still. Only now it occurred to him that the weary young man had to have all but crawled back down to this area to attempt and forage for food. A humiliating exercise driven by despair in his hunger? In that case, wouldn’t he have eaten his share right away rather than collect it? Was it rather out of pride that he couldn’t wait for his return and ask for him to provide?
Before he could consider that option and be humored, he did note to himself that the blond was asking for his help, right now.
A third option formed in his conscious then… that Cloud could be wishing to make himself useful. Something so humanely simple and, to an extent, relatable.
Wanting to achieve results, receive the approval of some kind of judge.
Where had he seen someone like that before? There was something missing there, where he was trying to remember.
His free hand lifted to grab onto the other’s, firmly around the curve of his wrist, and so easily did Sephiroth pull Cloud back on his feet. Those encumbering thoughts slowly dissipated to the back, while attention was given with a downward trail of his narrow irises to the length of the ex infantryman’s legs, watching them gradually steady themselves to support his weight.
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“Almost there.” Two simple words, just one note above mutter, but confident in his assessment. Barring any relapse, the man would be walking on his own in a day two.
After that…? Change. He didn’t know in which sense exactly, but after this long, Sephiroth felt he’d welcome it. With just a nod, he invited the blond to walk back with him to the camp.
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That's 212 more posts than 2021!
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For the OC asks! 1, 2, 13, 14, 25 and 26 😁
For this I’ll be using my OC Lee Bromax, my most recent D&D character, a half-orc monk!
1. Weapon of choice?
He’s a trained martial artist, so he prefers to fight unarmed. Because he busted his hands up and it never healed right, he’s incredibly skilled with his legs and feet! (He was trained in aikido before his injury.)
2. Any magical powers?
Not in the arcane sense. He’s got the power of ki on his side, letting him push his body to do cool shit every now and again. His favorite trick is Flurry Of Blows, so he can throw three kicks in six seconds. (Soon it’ll be up to four kicks and I can’t wait!)
13. What is their attitude toward losing?
Lee is a very good loser. He’s no stranger to getting knocked down, but he hears no bell until he’s officially knocked onto his ass.
14. What is their ultimate move?
He’s only level three rn, so he doesn’t have any real Monk-style Super Moves, but for now it’s Relentless Endurance. Which means that once per long rest, when he gets knocked to 0 hp, he can instead fall to 1 hp. He didn’t hear no bell.
25. Are they good at fighting in teams or do they fight alone?
Lee is used to either one-on-one, or free-for-all fights. Being in teams is a little new to him, but he’s getting used to it.
26. Any special quirks?
Like I said, he can’t punch without hurting himself these days, so he’s pushed himself to master the art of legwork-based martial arts. Aside from that, he’s rather simple as a person. (Like, biting into a whole-ass loaf of bread because he’s hungry king of simple.)
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7, 18, 26, 39 and 42!
7: What was your life like last year?
Honestly it took me a minute to remember lmao, but in all honesty I was still feeling the loss of Unus Annus and I had just gotten a solid job, so a little bit of good with the bad really
18: Do you miss how things were a year ago?
Absolutely not, my life now is far and away less detestable by my standards! I have a girlfriend, a job I know I can stand, and I’m doing far better mentally.
26: Idol(s)
If I had to guess, I’d say Ben Parker or my old man. Humble and generous men doing what they can for the people around them.
39: Favorite sport(s)
… Do eSports count? 😆 Honedtly I’d say I’m trying to get into boxing and MMA. It seems like, aside from an interesting (and rather painful) career, it’d be useful if I need it in a pinch. If we’re counting eSports tho, I’m gonna say Overwatch or Super Smash Bros Ultimate.
42: Favorite books
I don’t really have one favorite book. My favorite series growing up was Percy Jackson/Heroes Of Olympus, and recently I’ve been reading Arsene Lupin out of curiosity. My favorite short story is Call Of Cthulhu, hands down. (I’ve been meaning to read more horror anyhow.)
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In light of the Stray game coming out, I welcome all cat pictures to be put in my inbox so they can wander about this empty tavern I call my blog
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me-myconfetti · 2 years
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Hello tumblr, I am now 26 years old.
I remember I told myself this: If I'm ever back on tumblr again, the reason will definitely be because I am sad.
Just checked out my last post on tumblr and it was freakin' 11 months ago! Almost a year. Which means I might have been happy for almost a year now?
I've had tons of ups and downs in these 11 months. Challenges I faced in my career, challenges I faced when dealing with my emotions and my self-esteem.
I've worked for this manufacturing company for a little over a year now, and in July of 2022 I finally braved myself up to handover my resignation letter. Every day since the day I started working in this company, I would open up this website to count the days left until my one year workiversary. 'Cause it just doesn't look good in my resume if I only worked here for less than a year.
Btw I'm a Human Resource and Admin Executive. This job is probably the most blissful job I've ever had, from the environment, to the colleagues, to the workload, to nearly everything except for the salary. Everything is so peaceful and I feel almost zero stress working there. However, every single day without fail, I DREADED going to work. I've had an anxiety attack thinking about going to work on Monday and my boyfriend was there to witness it. I hate having to wake up to go to work. Every second I am there, I'm thinking about leaving.
I talked to my counsellor about this too... and although she told me that it's probably all in my mind and the stress came from myself, I still hated going to work. Hence, my decision to resign.
My new job will start on September 2022. I'm gonna be a Business Development Executive. Do I have any experience in this job? No. Do I have what it takes? Not really. Will I resign again in like, one month? We'll see. But am I ready to take this challenge head-on? Yes, well, there's no turning back.
All this talking down on myself. They are constantly in my mind.
I still hate it when my parents HIGHLY DOUBT I can handle this job. It doesn't help the fact that I am over here, already HIGHLY DOUBTING myself, being an introvert with extremely LOOOOOOOW self-esteem.
Whatever right, I'm still not paying rent, not paying for food, not paying for WIFI, not paying for anything, not even for birthdays or whatever festival, for this family. I guess they can hurt me for all they want, as long as I still can't afford my own space, my own house, I guess I'm just gonna have to endure them, these manipulative Asian-parents.
That's all for my rant. I'm going back to be sad in real life now.
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navyinks · 3 years
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when your mother takes away your harp and tells you to play with your baby brothers instead, pick a dangerous activity so she doesn’t ask you a second time
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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: 13k
Tags: tentacle sex im sorry, foreplay, oral (f) but not?? jungkook is technically a virgin by human standards ayyy, penetration, nipple play, over stimulation, double penetration, squirting, sub!jungkook, breath play, spit kink, jungkook can make his own lube??, anal im so sorry, praise kink, they become soul mates on accident oops,
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You didn’t see nor understand what JK was talking about at first, he just fumbled along between alleyways and roads and nobody, or what little people were on the streets didn’t look at you twice given your friend was as tall and broad as he was. Perks of being with a man you guessed. You still didn’t know what he was actually talking about except for the assumption that he had found his...friends…?
Eventually JK had dragged you through a lot of fields which had made you increasingly anxious, what if a kidnapper was out here? True you wouldn’t mind him using his talon like tentacles then but still...You also didn’t want to go to jail for assisting a homicide...Standing in an empty field, at the dead of night, was not what you intended on doing on a friday night.
JK seemed excited though as he bounced, grabbing a hold of you, he pressed his thumb to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut on instinct from being so close to him suddenly but your brows pinched and an uncomfortable ache throbbed in your head before he released you. Rubbing your head you whined before you looked up again, only jumping with a screech at the...ship...in front of you...which was NOT there a moment ago. 
“Home!” JK announced proudly as he grabbed your hand, tugging you along against your will, was this really...his ship? Oh god what if he was abducting you...You didn’t have time to think as he ushered you inside. It looked small on the outside admittedly but on the inside it was all glossy and clean, a sleek futuristic look dawning the interior.
Futuristic, he was an alien, you weren’t shocked at the assessment but still. This must’ve been the hanger or...living area… or...hell if you knew ship terms, it looked like the dining room but you didn’t expect two others to appear. All of them speaking in that same throaty tongue as he ran to them, embracing them with pure excitement on his face before he pointed to you, a look of pride on his face as he cleared his voice, “Y/n.” He spoke clearly as if introducing you.
 You gave an awkward stiff wave before immediately dropping your arm, you were going to be extremely pissed if this was the LSD trip you thought you were having yesterday. You watched them all speak to one another before the one on the right nodded, saying something before gesturing JK off, who hurriedly ran off leaving you alone....with two aliens…
They both looked at you expectantly as you looked around, “Hi…” You offered an awkward smile, “You guys are terrifying…” Watching the one on the right grab a watering can to pour over a small...purple colored...tree? “You less so…” You turned to the other one, his eyes dark and piercing and wow…if you thought JK was hot you hadn’t even thought about what it would look like to seem someone attractive from his species, “You the most…” You wrapped your arms around yourself uncomfortably. 
“He’s just assessing you, Taehyung’s like that with anyone associated with our Jungkookie.” You nearly wheezed at the sound of the one on the right speaking full...English…he offered a dimpled smile as if anticipating that reaction, “Apologies. I’m Namjoon, I’m sure you’re extremely confused and scared with everything going on.” 
“...You could say that…” Your twisted somewhat painfully as you nodded rapidly, it was midnight and you were in a fucking spaceship, “Ummm, where did JK go…?” 
Namjoon as he called himself suddenly snorted, shaking his head as he sighed, “Told him he should’ve paid more attention in the academy,” He rolled his eyes, “Jungkook,” He emphasised the name, “That’s his full Earth name. He just forgot it because he never pays attention,” He offered a weak smile, “And he’s in the memoir chamber rememorizing English so he can actually speak to you. It’s handy for us Orionian’s in case a situation like this happens and we don’t know archaic languages like English.”
You didn’t understand a word of what he just said, “I’m sorry...I think I’m too dumb to talk to you, honestly…” You felt extremely stupid but much to your surprise Namjoon laughed in delight, as if endured by your words. 
“You humans are pretty humble huh,” He hummed as he continued watering the rest of his  plants, “Anyways, our ship crashed here on Earth on our way to the andromeda galaxy and Jungkook ended up falling out, it was an...extremely rocky crash…” His smile still weak as if a vague memory entered his mind, “You have our utmost thanks for taking him in when he was injured and housing him.” 
“It’s no problem, I would’ve done it for anyone.” You shifted a little, smiling a tiny bit despite still not feeling as comfortable as you wish you could be, it was just difficult to take in everything that was rapidly changing but your words still stood, you would have. Especially for...Jungkook...you lingered on the same, it sounded more fitting for the tall puppy like boy. 
“So what are your intentions with Jungkook?” You jumped at how deep the second voice was...Taehyung if you remembered correctly and he only looked about as hot as he was intimidating, “Why did you take him in if you knew his identity.” 
You flailed a little, intending to speak yet no words came out...you...you hadn’t really thought about it...at all honestly…”I...I ummm...well…” 
“Are you working for them?” Taehyung stepped towards you, his expression becoming cold as you feebly took a step back looking towards the ground and unsure of how to answer or if you’d even given him a satisfying answer. 
“Stop.” The new voice was raspy and low, not too terribly deep, but just enough to sound charming and rather rugged, Jungkook had appeared again only this time, immediately standing defensively in front of you, “She found me and even after finding out about me being an Orionian she didn’t report me to any Earth officials. I trust her, and you should too.” 
He...he could speak...perfect English now...What!? 
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed onto you, still distrustful but he laid off, “Right...and what is this about you bonding with her? I don’t think she’d be a good vessel.” 
Jungkook’s jaw twitched and you could see the glow of the crescents on his hand burning in red, “Well I’m not asking for your permission to bond with her.” He spat back, his brows furrowed and his lip twitching in anger, suddenly he didn’t look so cute and puppy like anymore, “And it’s not like we’re getting off Earth anytime soon with the ship in this state, so it’s best if we just resume the plan as originally intended.” 
“You think I’d choose a vessel as inferior as humans to have my offspring?” Taehyung’s face curled as if that was the biggest insult he had ever heard and yet you nearly choked at his words, vessel? Offspring? Uh what? 
“Stop fighting,” Namjoon sighed and much to your surprise both of the two boys quieted down, Jungkook still stood in front of you, shuffling a little closer as Namjoon sighed, “Jungkook is right…” He made a noise of victory as Taehyung’s mouth twitched in anger, the marks along his body burning a deep red that was just a little scary to watch from afar, “With the technology at hand here on Earth and with Arbitrators searching for us, it’s in our best interest to make the most of what we have here. Besides, Earth is unsuspecting and was one of our forerunner’s best creations. It’s not too far off irony to let them be the vessel of our offspring.” 
You stared up at Jungkook’s broad back in disbelief...this man was trying to impregnate you after a half a day of knowing you!? You weren’t sure plan B was prepared for this shit. Jungkook looked deeply satisfied at Taehyung’s reaction though before he turned to you, his expression soft and puppy-like as he smiled somewhat timidly before speaking as if he was a little giddy, “Hi…” 
You could’ve said anything in this moment, in which Jungkook looked like he had been excitedly waiting for, and yet your choice of words had been admittedly poor.
“You’re gonna have to bag another bitch, I don’t do kids! I...I did NOT sign up for this!” You immediately backed away from him like he was poison and you didn’t know how these fuckers procreated and at this point you weren’t sure you wanted to learn!
Jungkook’s lips parted and he looked a little hurt before he quickly approached you again, “I don’t expect you to want to carry my children yet….” 
“Yet!?” You shouted out making all three of them flinch a little, “I...I just let you stay at my place because you looked like you were dying in a ditch, and now! I’m in a spaceship, I can’t find the exit and you can suddenly speak English and you’re talking about kids!? This...nu-uh this is going way too fast. I...I really need to get home.” 
Jungkook’s lips trembled a little as he reached out for you, “I’ll take you back! Or-! Or you could stay here until the morning, you shouldn’t be out alone, Earth has proved to be unsafe at night.” He tenderly held your forearms as your expression awkwardly twisted. 
“Nothing worse could happen to me than what happened earlier tonight,” You shook your head rapidly as you sighed, “Just show me the exit, I’ll be fine, really. I’m happy for you! Seriously! I mean it looks like you’re reunited with your kin so there’s no reason for us to stay in contact and it’s been fun and out of this world- literally.” You laughed a little as you rambled, all three staring at you wide eyed, “But like, seriously I’ll keep this to myself and just hope it’s a really shitty drug trip like I originally thought it was…”
Jungkook sighed, lowering his head in defeat and his lips trembled a little in that sulky way it had been this morning as he went to the hatch where you both had come in, dialing a few buttons he waited a moment as he mumbled, “I just want to explain everything to you, I owe you that, at least…” 
You said nothing waiting for the door to open as he dialed a few other buttons, and a few more, and again...and again…”Um,” He cleared his throat a little, “Namjoon…? The door?” He asked, his eyes doe like as he stared at his companion who sighed, squeezing between you both as he also dialed a few numbers into the glowing pad. 
They both waited before Namjoon’s lips twisted into a sigh as if somehow expecting this to happen before he spoke, “Doors’ jammed...again…”
“This is fucking perfect.” Taehyung swore with a sigh, gritting his teeth as his eyes glared into you briefly, causing you to sheepishly back a little towards Jungkook, “I’m going back to my pod, I can’t deal with this.” He brooded before leaving as you looked between both aliens. 
“...Jammed? The door? As in…?” 
Jungkook’s lips twisted into a nervous smile, his marks glowing a light purple as he coughed, “Looks like we’ll have plenty of time to talk now…” Fuck! Why did things have to be this complicated, it could have been worse, but it was the same annoyance you had when Youtube played an unskippable ad, or when the lead in your pencil broke, a cookie falling onto the floor, that type of inconvenience.
Unshockingly Jungkook didn’t hold the same feeling as he spoke gently, “I can show you to my pod, it’ll be awhile before the door gets fixed…” He gave you an endearing apologetic smile. 
“...As long as you aren’t gonna try to knock me up then sure.” You stared at him in disdain, making him weakly smile as he stepped back up the metal stairs and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed he was actually happy you were stuck with no other choice but to stay. 
“Once you see her to your pod, a word please Jungkook...” Namjoon’s gaze was fixed on the door quizzically as if already trying to deduce what had made it jammed, he made no effort to look back at you both but you could tell it was probably important. 
Jungkook only nodded eagerly and kept your hand in his as he lead you down the small the hallway, lights flickering and while you were anything but an engineer or mechanic, it wasn’t hard to tell they had crash landed, Jungkook ignored the mess against the walls as he typed in something before a door slid open revealing what you assumed was his room, the door slid shut behind you making you jump a little as you investigated the space. It was a minimalistic room, a few trinkets laid around and a messy bed was against the wall.
“You can sleep if you want...I know you were tired when I woke you up…” Jungkook’s marks glowed a soft pink as he bashfully looked at the ground, scratching his cheek as if he didn’t know what to say, “I um...I should go speak to my brother.” 
Before you could even say anything Jungkook had already left looking somewhat sheepish, leaving you to curiously look around the room, it was spacious and in tones of deep brown and black, a few gadgets laying around on his nightstand as you tilted your head. 
His pod...so basically...a bedroom. You assumed as much as you couldn’t really make a distinct difference between the two. True you could’ve slept like he had suggested, you were exhausted but too wired to even think about sleeping at the moment due to how bizarre of circumstances you were in. You were in an alien’s bedroom, on a space ship...
You had took your time browsing around the room, curiously holding a few trinkets in an attempt to figure out what they were, time passed slowly and for a while, you began to wonder if this was just a set up for them to butt probe you like Jimin had original thought they would. Not that you would mind as much as him but- besides the point, the longer you were left with your thoughts, the more that piled up.
When the door abruptly opened you nearly jumped out of your skin, hurriedly setting down what looked like a portable flame thrower before whirling around, Jungkook looked a little timid as he smiled, “I’m sorry that took so long...Um...” He closed the door gently before he gestured, “Please, go ahead and rest, from my understanding...um...humans have a standard sleep cycle yes?” 
You didn’t fully understand what he was asking besides if you slept at night, rubbing your neck you did as he gestured, taking a seat on the bed before you jumped a little as it did not feel like a normal bed, “Uh I guess...? Why...why didn’t you just leave? You...didn’t have to wake me.” You mumbled, scooping your feet up as you laid down, shifting a little as you tried to get comfortable.
The bed felt almost like a marshmallow, something in between water and memory foam as the bed moved in slow, lapping waves as you attempted to get comfortable again with a pout tugging on your lips. 
Jungkook watched you with endearment before he laid on the bed next to you, “You have to stop moving, coranium matches the pattern of your body to keep everything aligned and slowly adjusts to the movement of your body throughout your sleep duration.” 
You rolled onto your side to look at him as you curled up a little, his marks still a light pink and his smile a little shy as he spoke, “To answer your question I mean...I feel like it should be obvious, I want to make my bond with you so it was natural I wanted to take you with me. I don’t know Earth well enough to confidently navigate it on my own without getting lost. I couldn’t risk leaving you and then being unable to find my way back. As well as I knew I’d be able to learn English fast in the memoir chamber, so then we’d be able to talk…” he smiled a bit timidly, his eyes fondly washing over your face as you awkwardly scooted a little away from him. 
His eyes downcasting a little at the gesture as he frowned, and once again, even despite speaking english now it didn’t help his case in looking like a kicked puppy, “Well...am I supposed to know what a memoir chamber is? And….bonding and...literally everything you guys have said thus far?” 
Jungkook rested his chin on his hands as he hummed, thinking about your words carefully before he spoke, “The memoir chamber is in most Orionian ships, it helps us adapt to the planet around us and depending on what region we’re in, the language. Our kind carry human DNA- or...moreso the other way around, so inherently we know all Earth languages as they descended from Orionian dialect, but…” He scratched his cheek, marks glowing pink once more, “I had a difficult time studying earth languages in the academy. It’s unrealistic for us to know them all, so the Memoir serves as a rebrief to put in the language back into our minds.” 
God what were you in now? A shitty sy-fy film? You rolled onto your back as you said no more, thinking about his answer for a good long minute before you parted your lips only to shut them...Hold on one damn minute- did he just insinuate his kind created humans? Knowing all languages? What!? “I don’t even know how to unpack that sentence…” You muttered, staring up at the ceiling which twinkled in a galaxy of constellations and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed it was an open glass ceiling to outer space.
It aligned with nebula’s and stars, planets for what looked like miles and miles. You could stare at it for hours in awe, how did you not notice that until now.
“I could only imagine being human, it’s a lot to take in,” Jungkook offered a gentle smile, “As for bonding…” He was pink all over as he scratched his cheek again, eyes fluttering away from yours almost shyly, “It’s what it sounds like, when we Orionian’s find a person who we like and want to share our life with, we begin a bond, and it takes awhile for the bond to grow but once it’s finished, we’d complete it with a mating cycle, and then...We’re celestially bond together.” He mumbled a little shyly, his eyes looked like stars twinkling as he talked about it, almost in a dreamy fashion. 
“....” You couldn’t even find the words to say anything before you muttered, “You’ve known me for a day…” True Jungkook was cute, but all of this stuff about bonding and space really made it difficult to grasp the concept in a way which wasn’t him basically proposing to you.
Jungkook looked as if he had been abruptly pulled from his little fantasy world as he frowned, propping himself on his forearm as he spoke, “Time is only a concept for Orionian’s, when we know who our bond is meant for, we just know. It doesn’t matter if I’ve known you a day or your whole life, my feelings won’t change. I want us to bond.” His voice lowered a little, his eyes doe-like and filled with a sugary sweetness as he closed the gap between you both. 
You were speechless. Many times in your life you had felt this way, but genuinely, you had no words. An alien just professed his love to you within twenty four hours of knowing him all because...what…? You fed him twice? Let him sleep in your bed once? What had you possibly done for him to think you could be his...his wife!? 
“I’m not getting married, I- I mean I’m flattered! I am.” You sat up, once again, pulling away from him as he mirrored you, his lips jutting into an almost frustrated pout, “But like...I just turned twenty one this year....I’m hardly a person let alone wife material.”
“Bonding is hardly even close to the equivalent of human marriage,” Jungkook wrinkled his nose, almost a little endeared, he knew little of human marriage from the media he had watched when you weren’t present, and while humans had similar ideas of romance, it was hardly comparable, he spoke gently, “It’s far more special and permanent. Being bonded is…” He closed his eyes, a half dimpled smile on his lips as he hummed, “It’s like feeling like the universe has completely aligned on your behalf, and that the planets and stardust gifted you a celestial mate who would never turn their back on you, who would always dry your tears and heal you when you’re hurt. The bond extends past this lifetime and into the next and so forth.” 
“...You lost me at ‘more’ permanent…” For a woman with a whole baggage load of commitment issues Jungkook was really not selling this idea to you well, “Sorry but I think you got the wrong girl.” You could appreciate the bizarreness of this situation and admittedly you felt like you’d always have a superior ‘main character’ moment story to one up somebody with but this whole business about being stuck with someone for multiple lifetimes and having alien babies was really not something you could follow up with.
Jungkook looked severely hurt which made you do a double take, not quite anticipating such a pitiful reaction as his lips quivering and his eyes even looking somewhat glassy as he spoke, “O-oh...I see…” 
wow way to make you feel like an asshole. He had shuffled a little curling up against himself as if trying to make himself appear small as he looked away from you. Sighing you ran a hand through your hair, well fuck, what did you have to lose at this point in your life?
“...Jesus christ, okay...what...what does...you know…” you coughed a little, rubbing your neck as Jungkook’s doe eyes looked at you timidly before darting away when you met his gaze, “What does this bonding shit entail anyway?” 
Jungkook was incredibly attractive, there was no denying it and the worst that could happen would be things didn’t work and you just went back to normal non-tentacle men. Jungkook perked a little at your question, still seeming a bit reserved as he mumbled, “Well...bonding is a long process...it’s not something out of human fiction that just immediately happens. When a bond is first created it’s incredibly delicate, you have to be careful and make sure both partners dedicate time to strengthening the bond.”
Laying your head against your arms that were folded in front of you while listening intently you hummed, “And let’s say hypothetically, could the bond be broken?” 
Jungkook’s expression crumpled a little as he mumbled, “It can be severed, but the more strengthened the bond is, the more painful it’ll be for both partners. But yes, it is possible. I should also mention a bond is only possible unless both partners are in agreement and want it just as much as the other.” 
You hummed, thinking about his words, so technically it wasn’t really possible given both of you had different alignments right now, “Alright well, here on Earth we call it dating, which is a lot less intensive than that, so if you want me to do that then you’re gonna have to go by human standards first.” It was reasonable enough and a happy compromise.
You wouldn’t deny you felt a pull towards Jungkook, ever since he had arrived yesterday morning your life had been anything but normal and yet you embraced every twist and turn so far and...there was admittedly a secret giddy part of you that revelled in old childhood nostalgia that someone had actually fallen from the sky and would now show you a world of many possibilities outside of earth. 
The only thing holding you back was the logic and reason that your family held and pushed onto you at a young age, long gone were the days of staring up at the stars in hopes of seeing something supernatural and daydreaming during recess about being whisked off earth. You didn’t know how to connect with that childlike side of yourself anymore, it had been so long since you bothered with those thoughts that now that the opportunity was presented to you, you genuinely didn’t know how to react.
Jungkook had immediately perked up his brows raised and immediate interest in his expression, “I’ll do it! If it means winning your affection,” his smile was a little toothy and innocent as he spoke, “How do humans date? What do they do?” He tilted his head in curiosity while waiting excitedly for your reply.
You couldn’t help but smile a little at how enthusiastic he was, “Well…” you drew a breath in thought, “It’s not too different then it is from now, we’ll go out to eat together, get to know each other, stuff like that.” 
Jungkook deflated a little, confusion in his eyes as he frowned, “But that’s stuff we do now...as...friends…” his frown furthered on his lips, “What sets friends and dating apart if we do the same thing…?” 
You rubbed your neck, beginning to get a little flustered at his question as you shifted a little, mumbling, “Well the difference is friends are strictly platonic, dating someone means you’re interested in them romantically and...you know...we hold hands...or cuddle or...I don’t know romantic shit…Stuff friends don’t do.” 
When did Jungkook get closer to you? His head tilted in curiosity as he spoke, “...And? Is that it? I’m sorry,” he apologized a bit bashfully, looking rather pink, “I’m trying to discern possible differences in boundaries set between a regular human relationship compared to Orionian’s…I don’t want to do anything that might make you...uncomfortable…” 
You stared at him for a good moment, as if trying to discern whatever he was trying to say without actually saying it, “Well...I’m not sure how different it can be…” Jungkook said nothing, fidgeting a little as you looked at him for a long moment, “...I’d tell you if you made me uncomfortable.” Was this...going where you thought it was going? 
Jungkook shuffled a little closer, his nose nearly brushing yours and his lips that looked so soft jutted into a slight pout, his eyes could hardly meet yours as he timidly asked, “...How...intimate are humans in their relationships?” 
Your face felt like it was on fire though as you muttered with raised brows, “Uh pretty hands on...if you wanna fuck me you can just ask.” You looked up at him, feeling a bit bold given he was a little more on the shy side, you could tell just him asking that had obviously taken a lot of courage on his part.
Jungkook’s marks had suddenly filtered from baby pink to a deep maroon, his face looked nothing except shy and a bit hazy as he mumbled, “Would you let me…? I don’t...exactly share the same anatomy as your male counterpart...Orionian’s...intimacy looks a bit different.” 
You felt intrigued and horny at the same time, it was tentacles wasn’t it? Please god let it be the tentacles, “You can’t threaten me with a good time,” you laughed a little, trying to take a little bit of the nervous edge off Jungkook as you offered a small smile, “Just show me, I’m...what other humans would consider pretty kinky. Doubt it’ll scare me off.” You couldn’t admit that his tentacles were immediately making your panties soaked because god did you want to be filled up like a scared hentai girl right now.
You squeaked at Jungkook suddenly climbing on top of you, his eyes hazy and he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, revealing the strip of glowing maroon that led up the center of his arms and wrapped over his shoulders, his tentacles suddenly emerging from his back much to your horny excitement, “Our tendons are both are strongest and weakest point of our body.” Jungkook mumbled against your neck, the feeling of something extremely foreign wrapping around your thigh, almost something between like a soft silicon and jello substance. 
Not sticky like you had anticipated, but soft enough that it could be almost considered wet, “They protect us but they’re also what we use to procreate with, if they’re cut off or majorly damaged, we become sterilized. My eggs…” He suddenly became a bit timid as he mumbled, “They aren’t fertile yet...But regardless I wouldn’t fill you unless we were bonded, so you won’t have to worry about impregnation. Intimacy is still an act of strengthening a bond though, so it’s utilized a lot at the beginning of an Orionian relationship.”
You weren’t fully paying attention at this point, too busy nearly drooling at the feeling of his tendon slithering along your clothes, “I can understand if you’d prefer to not do this though.” Jungkook seemed somewhat embarrassed and timid, his tendons slithering around your pajama band but doing nothing further.
“No!” He nearly jumped  at how you almost yelled it, your eyes frantic and you were nearly dripping at how horny you were, your voice needy as you whined, “I’m literally a slut Jungkook, I’m more than happy to experiment.” 
Jungkook didn’t need anymore confirmation then just that, his tentacle that had been playing with the band of your pajamas immediately pushing underneath it as you whined, your legs immediately parting for it as it ran up your panties, the soft wetness that ebbed from it soaking whatever was dry of your panties, was this arousal of his own? He moaned softly as he pressed his face into your neck, “I know you feel this is fast, but Orionian’s tend to not like to waste time.” His tentacles slid along your panties before pushing inside the band.
Your lips parted at the soft wet sensation of it gently prodding along your clit in exploration making a yelp escape you.
Jungkook jolted a little in concern as he looked down at you, somewhat shyly and his cheeks were a deep maroon much like his marks, “Keep…! Fuck!” You whined at the way his tentacles as if testingly flicked along your clit, another tentacle which had been floating behind him absently had suddenly emerged forward, making quick work of your pajamas and panties as the other continued working along your clit making you whimper as your back arched a little. 
The second tendon slowly brushed along your soaked cunt, embarrassingly wet sounds could be heard throughout the room as Jungkook moaned in contentment, “This feels so nice,” he mumbled with a whine, the second tentacle which had been stroking you slowly wiggled against your entrance making you squeak. Your horniness couldn’t be put into words at how bad you wanted this man to shove all tentacles inside you.
Your lips immediately parting at the tip of the tentacle pushing inside you, it was too soft to be considered that of a toy or dildo but too firm to be anything foreign, you couldn’t resist propping yourself up onto your elbows, your legs spread as you looked down, your face twisting and cheeks throbbing at the lewd sight of two tentacles hard at work on your cunt, one continuously flicking your clit and rubbing along it while the other began to testingly thrust inside you. 
Your lips dropped open as you moaned feeling Jungkook push it further and further inside you before giving it a testing wiggle, a scream nearly ripped from your throat at how it hit all the right spots.
Unable to even support yourself as you dropped back down with a whine as Jungkook quickly began to pick up the pace even more, “Fuck,” he moaned softly, the tentacle pulsed and throbbed as it squished and wiggled while being thrusted back and forth in short motions, your cunt was so tight and your walls kept trapping him further and further inside you as you whined, “Mm, females of my kind don’t have anything like this,” he moaned two more tentacles had suddenly appeared from his back, one pinning your wrists above your head and the other wandering to your flimsy shirt before pushing underneath it, and much to his delight Jungkook found nothing underneath except your soft breasts, “Nothing this- mmm, fuck,” it came out more of a whine this time as you felt his tentacles wiggling in delight at the way your cunt clenched around him, “small, and warm...Fuck,” Jungkook dipped his head, running a hand through his hair, the third tendon wrapped around your nipple making you whimper, jolting as your cunt squeezed around the tentacle that was beginning to roughly split apart your walls as it discovered your g-spot, your mouth parting as whined spilled from your lips at the insane feeling of the tip of his tentacles flicking up against it rapidly.
“Ah! Fuck fuck fuck, Jungkook!” You whined as your back arched, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head at how many sensations were going on, between him finding the sweet spot of your clit, the tip of his tentacle flicking up into your g-spot the other one squeezing with just the right amount of pressure on your nipple. 
Jungkook’s lips parted and his eyes were hazy but in awe at the way your body contorted, your small little walls nearly entrapping his tentacle as you came harshly, whined and whimpers escaping you as he forcefully kept flicking up into your g-spot, his other rubbing gently against your clit as your body frantically moved, yet your hips kept thrusting up to try and take more of his tendon as you whined, “Fuck…! Jungkook! Ah..!” Jungkook moaned softly as he gave you just what you wanted, pushing himself further inside you until he was dangerously close to your cervix.
His tentacle was soft enough that no pain was even involved as he kept wiggling it into you, soundless moans escaped you as your cunt began wrapping convulsing around him, your clit burning in pleasure due to sensitivity as he kept letting the soft tendon rub against the tender bud.
“Fuck!” You whined, liquid suddenly spewing from your cunt much to Jungkook’s surprise, his tentacle had immediately restricted at the feeling leaving your cunt feeling empty and tears nearly escaping yours eyes in frustration due to it despite his second tendon continually abusing your clits sweet spot, within the second the first tentacle entered your once more pushing with no hesitation right back to its original position as Jungkook began wiggling once again with short thrusts. 
Your walls kept squeezing around him causing him to moan as he whined, “You- you need to stop doing that...feels too good.” He mumbled shyly against your skin as you nearly convulsed in pleasure at the way his third tendon was wrapped around your nipple, giving the bit of pressure that had your cunt squeezing around his tentacle, too busy in your own pleasure to care about what he wanted, your hand wrapped around his throat making his eyes widen and his lips part submissively, “I’m gonna keep doing what I want baby- fuck...I think you like it when my little cunt squeezes around it.” You purposely clenched around his tentacle and you could physically feel it throb inside you.
Jungkook’s lips trembled a little a moan escaped him at your hand squeezing lightly around his throat his tentacle immediately fucking you even faster in comply as your lips parted in glee, your hips rolling a little to slide along the slick thick tendon, “Thats right baby boy, I bet you’ve never felt a cunt like this before huh?” You let out a shaky cackle as your hand sadistically squeezed harder around his neck. 
His gaze dropped and he only whined, quickly crumbling to your dominant hands that only excited you further, it was one thing to cross off your bucket list getting fucked by an alien, it was two being able to dom one, “Oh am I suddenly in control now?” You mockingly pouted before a twisted smirk curled on your face at how Jungkook wouldn’t meet your eyes any longer.
Power was practically leaking in your veins, you were getting fucked by a tentacle alien and he was a shy little sub? Your squeezed harsher around his neck, a whiney moan suddenly escaping him as his tentacle harshly pulsed inside you before it frozen, his face buried into your neck, impatient and now knowing you could boss him around freely your hips lifted, squelching and slipping around the tendon with ease as his lips trembled against your neck, “Mmm! P-please! You have to slow down…” he whimpered a little at how cruel you were being with him. 
You could care less in this moment though, too busy living out your dream fantasy bucking your hips against the soft subtle material, your cunt squeezing around him as you moaned softly.
Your moan twisted to a growl at the feeling of his tentacle pausing in your clit, your hand finding his hair as you harshly balled it into your hand, “I didn’t give you permission to stop.” Jungkook’s gaze lowered and his eyes a little watery despite the angry pout on his face.
“You aren’t listening to me.” He mumbled stubbornly and your lips twitched, outwardly showing displeasure but inwardly seeking the chase he was trying to give. Jungkook fumbled with you had pushed away, briefly his tendons pulled away in semi surprise, at first assuming you had taken his shy words the wrong way but he was quickly mistaken when he was shoved onto the bed, a whine escaping him as the tentacles quickly adjusted to be semi flattened. His lips were quivering at the sight of your naked body straddling him and your hand on his jaw, “Truthfully, I don’t think you want me to listen baby.” You pouted mockingly, the feeling of his stretched tentacles seekingly wrapping around your thighs, “Open.” 
Jungkook’s lips parted a little, his eyes watering and looking a little confused at your words, but you had took advantage of the opportunity, spitting into his mouth as he suddenly whined, his ears bright red following along with the magenta color coursing through his body as your hand wrapped around his throat in a firm grip, “Good boy.” You smiled loosely, wiping a stray bit of saliva from his lip as he whined, a tentacle beginning to stroke against your soaked cunt once more but this time he did nothing except in hopes of an invitation.
“Such a good boy, go on, I know you want to.” You cooed out, your head hanging a little and your lips parting at the feeling of the tentacle plunging back inside your warm walls with a loud squelch, “Stay still.” You commanded sharply and with a noisy whine from Jungkook as he obediently listened, you could feel the foreign tendon inside you pulsing still as if it nearly killed him to do so. Your hips steadily began to move along the tentacle, your cunt clenching around it as you took more of him it only got fatter and thicker the more you took. 
“Ahh, fuck. That’s it baby, c’mon keep filling me up. I know you want to. I can see it in your face.” You taunted, feeling his tentacle doing a test wiggle inside you as you slid along it, arousal coating him as he whined, you had a great view of his other tentacles sliding from under his back and extending upward, the second quickly made way for your clit much to your excitement, your lips parted and a whine escaping you as it kept rubbing into your sweet spot it had previously discovered. 
You were too busy trembling and moaning, attempting to fight off another orgasm at the feeling of your clit almost feeling like it was being ate out at how soft the tip of his tentacle was gently lapping against it and a soft wet arousal of his own leaking from the tip, you had bounced against his tendon in short motions, craving all of him inside you as your body began to convulse, your hands balling against his chest with a whine at how difficult it was to stop yourself from cumming immediately.
Jungkook wasn’t letting go without a fight though, a third tentacle had surprised you, pushing between the cheeks of your ass making you nearly gasp a whine, “Fuck! Fuck, please.” You mumbled in a moment of weakness, giving your consent that you’d like to trust he’d be able to make this feel good. Jungkook didn’t hesitate for a second, the tentacle oozed a slippery liquid, his own arousal along your puckered rim. You were almost too fucked out to even pay attention, your body busy still riding him and trying to focus on anything but the feeling of the slippery tentacle flicking at your clit and finding nearly every pleasurable nerve physically possible. 
It was difficult to miss the third one pushing slowly into your ass as your lips jumbled something nearly incomprehensible, your body collapsing semi against him, only being held up by your weak forearms, “Mmph! Fuck baby keep going, just like that. Such a good boy for me.” 
Jungkook squeaked out what sounded like a pleasant noise at the praise, perhaps sensing your body beginning to crumble as his tentacles took back over, quickly thrusting inside you once more and wiggling to his heart's pleasure as drool nearly dropped from your lips. Unable to even do anything or say anything with two tentacles plunged inside you. 
The tip of the tentacle was just narrow enough to slip inside your ass with a gentle sting but pleasurable enough to make your toes curl and whines escape you at the feeling of the force of his thrusts on either side of your body. His second was still lapping up around your clit, finding that perfect spot that nearly made your vision go white and you weren’t sure what escaped your throat other than possibly the best orgasm you would ever experience in your life. 
And it didn’t stop after a second, it just kept going with his tentacles drilling inside you and lapping around your delicate hyper sensitive clit as you whined and cried against him. Jungkook moaned softly as you felt what potentially might have been a second tentacle greedily pushing inside your cunt, whimpers escaping you at how harshly he was thrusting up inside you and how stretched your body was. 
Your mouth parting at the feeling of the forth tentacle pushing its way to meet the first as you squeaked and whined against him, a tentacle wrapping around your waist to hold up your lower body that nearly collapsed as your vision blurred with tears at how hard you were being fucked. Jungkook’s eyes were shut tightly and his hands had finally grabbed your waist as extra support as his third tentacle wiggled its way further into your ass. The pleasurable sting becoming more and more noticeable as you cried out at the feeling of one tentacle flicking up against your g-spot and the other harshly thrusting into you while your clit was hypersensitive at the feeling of being rubbed and flicked. 
Your last orgasm couldn’t even compete with this one as you cried out, body convulsing and cunt tightening as you nearly scrambled almost looking possessed to the unknown eye, your body had clenched up so hard at being so filled you hadn’t even heard the sharp whine from Jungkook. Hot liquid suddenly spurted everywhere the majority of it inside you but some getting on you, over the bed, everywhere. 
Jungkook whimpered and whined, digging his face into your neck and his tentacles were pulsing sharply as if literally pumping out every drop of liquid they could inside you. You were so fucked out you could hardly even ask what in the actual hell he just injected inside you. You had already been tired before but your body was burning and aching, feeling as if you had literally been ripped to pieces. 
At least you finally got a piece of that tentacle action.
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You were not someone that fucked and then immediately slept afterwards, typically after a one night stand, depending on your relation with the person you would either ghost them by pretending to go to the bathroom, talk and hang out afterwards, or go get something to eat together, or by yourself, you weren’t picky.
Rubbing your blurry eyes you yawned, your body aching with even the slightest movement, Jungkook was the first man who had ever fucked you so hard, you had little to no choice but to fall asleep afterwards, you probably couldn’t even stand if you wanted too. He was curled up against your chest at the moment, his head pressed into your breasts looking way too content at the moment. 
Your eyes trailed down at his fluffy raven hair before down the warm tawny skin of his back, something in your chest stirring, it felt like it was almost physically tugging you closer to his body, your hand finding its way to his hair making him stir a little. Jungkook’s arms wiggled against your waist to make himself comfortable once more before relaxed with a content sigh. 
The marks on his back glowed a sentient purple, you had never gotten a good look at his back before. 
And while this wasn’t that great of a position to view, you were still curious with what you could see, they formed two long strips down his back widening a fair bit and they stopped just at the smallest part of his waist. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve remarked that it looked like he had wings ripped from his back.
As morbid as it sounded, and that is of course if they glowed like this. Jungkook really was the prettiest thing you had ever seen, your hand hadn’t even meant to pull from his hair down his neck, you couldn’t help the tug in your chest wanting to touch.
However the moment your fingers grazed over the mark that covered his left shoulder blade Jungkook nearly flew out of your arms making you jolt in just as much surprise as him, his lips parted and he had sat up, gaze sharp as he looked around as if for any possible intruders. Slowly as he woke up though he came to the realization it was just you and him, your smile becoming somewhat sheepish as you mumbled, “Um, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You cleared your throat feeling bad now, was it just that sensitive? You might not know much about Orionian’s but you could take a guess and assume that was the opening to where his tentacles laid dormant, and given they were also how they procreated...It was natural Jungkook was probably a little defensive about them being touched. 
Jungkook said nothing though, only staring at you for a long moment before he whined a little, suddenly crawling back up to you before collapsing on top of you as you huffed, “You can’t startle me like that, my scaling is sensitive.” He mumbled a little shy, grabbing your hand as he placed it back on top of his head obviously wanting affection. 
Your fingers dug back into his scalp making a pleasant noise escape him as his body relaxed once more, “...Scaling?” Your brows furrowed at his words, complying with his silent demand to have his hair played with as he curled up against you, his lips tugged into a smile as he rested his face between your breast. 
“Yeah, my scales.” Jungkook nodded as he held up his arm, pointing at the glowing marks making you frown, that...looked nothing like scales....Jungkook smiled a little as he rested back down while explaining, “There filled with hyper plasma so depending on the hormonal chemistry of my body will change colors.” You got that part, even before he could speak English, but still...when you thought of scales, you thought of stuff like fish and...scaly things. Not aliens. 
Jungkook only smiled happily as he looked up at you, it looked like thousands of stars twinkling in his eyes and the dim lights reflected off his iridescent skin, little tones of purple and blue could be spotted as he lifted his hand up to cup your cheek, his fingers carefully trailing down your jawline. There was a wave in your chest, something strong like...the only thing you could describe was pure happiness, “Hey what did you blow inside?” You hadn’t even meant to ask that question but it had abruptly crossed your mind. 
Jungkook’s gaze faltered a little, his scales suddenly turning bright pink and his bashfully lowered his gaze, pressing his cheek on your chest as he mumbled, “It was just plasma, it’s what helps carry eggs when they’re released but...I already told you...my eggs aren’t ready yet. You have no possible chance of getting pregnant without my prior knowledge.” 
His fingers tethered against your stomach as if saddened at the idea that his future kin weren’t in your stomach, a wave of sadness fleeting inside your chest briefly as you frowned, why did you feel so odd? You weren’t even the least bit sad about not being pregnant. 
“Okay...good I was just..wondering since…” You coughed a little, not finishing your sentence which you were originally going to say because he used you like an actual cum dump- not that you minded. But still. It was good to know. Jungkook said no more, only burying into your chest with a pouty whine. 
Yawning you stretched out looking around before grabbing your phone which had somehow made it alive on your night stand, your notifications flooded with Jimin’s drunk texting on where you went last night and why you weren’t home...Wait, your eyes darted to the time, it was noon?! You had a lecture in half an hour! 
“Fuck! I have to get to class!” You immediately jolted up making Jungkook whine as he was jostled onto the bed as you limped along in search of your clothes, your body aching and resisting with each fumble before you nearly collapsed out of fatigue while grabbing your panties. 
“Can’t you just stay? Just for a little longer?” Jungkook mumbled, his lips in a large puppy like pout as he held out his hand to you, something stirring in your chest that wanted to just curl back up against him, his eyes doe like and soft, almost pleading for you to cuddle back up against him. 
“I have midterms coming up Jungkook, I really can’t afford to skip class.” You offered an apologetic smile, “Besides it’s not like we can’t go get something to eat later or anything.” Pulling your pants up you wobbled to the door, frowning as you pulled your sweatshirt back over your head, where was the door handle…?
“..B-but!” Jungkook fumbled as he pulled his shirt over his head before hurrying over to you, “Just five more minutes? Or two? Please…!” There was something urgent in his voice as his lips trembled as if he would be devastated if you left. 
Examining the door your lips parted as you pushed the button on the wall, jolting a little as the door slid open, “Jungkook,” You paused briefly, feeling a dull ache in your chest, a brief desire to do as pleaded as you looked up at him, “I really have to go to class okay? I’ll drop by later when I’m finished for the day I’m sure you...have stuff you need to talk about with your...um...kin…” You raised your brow a little awkwardly before you back walking down the hallway, something inside the back of your head almost tempted to stay with him. 
He looked so panicked and whiny, it made you feel bad for having to go, and furthermore you secretly wished you could stay longer but you couldn’t afford to miss class with midterms so close. 
If your memory was correct this should lead to…! Aha, you felt victorious at the sight of the main, living area?  The circular table was towards the smaller three step ledge that went up into the control room and the purple bonsai-like plant which had just been freshly pruned sat delicately on the other side of the room. 
“No! I....Can I come with you then? And then we can come back here together later?” Jungkook pleaded, his lips trembling and his eyes almost watery as you paused with a sigh, he was really tugging on your heart strings huh...It was almost easier to deny him back when he was unable to actually speak his wants to you. 
“Jungkook I- I mean I guess you could…? But like, it’s just lecture, it’s boring, I have to be focused the whole time and no offense but...I feel like if you came I wouldn’t focus.” You pulled a little away from him with an awkward smile while silently hoping the door had been fixed. 
“Morning you two,” You turned around at the sight of Namjoon appearing from the large opening of the control room Taehyung who still looked sour following after him only to lean against the wall with crossed arms, Namjoon stepped down the three steps as he offered a polite smile, “I hope you slept well, I’m sure it’s a lot different compared to human dorms.” 
You looked away from Namjoon unable to speak at the question of having slept well, you hardly slept half the night after getting your back blown out, but he was right, it was nothing like human- in any aspect whatsoever, whether it was the bed or who you got fucked by last night. 
“It was fine...um the door....Is it fixed?” You pointed your thumb behind your shoulder as you offered a weak smile. 
Namjoon nodded stepping closer before he abruptly paused, his brows furrowing before he looked between you and Jungkook without so much as a word, it made you somewhat self conscious as you shuffled in your spot at nobody volunteering to get the door open, “Yeah, it’s fixed, umm…” His smile was a little tense before he looked between you and Jungkook, “Are you both going out? Already?” 
Jungkook refused to look his elder in the eyes, his lips plush and pouty, hair dusting over his eyes as he shuffled in his spot refusing to answer whatever unasked question his elder had, “Uh yeah, I’m going to class, Jungkook can stay here though, I’ll be back later.” You shrugged, not understanding what their problem was. 
Taehyung had not interjected into the conversation yet, his dark hair brushing over his eyes only in the opposite effect of Jungkook, making him look as if he had a death warrant with your name on it, “And leave Jungkook alone?” He gritted his teeth looking like he was ready to snarl at you, your lips quirked a little and your brow lifted in confusion, wasn’t that typically what people meant when they said they had to leave…? 
“Uh yeah, and I’ll come back…?” You trailed off, making it sound more like a question then a statement before Taehyung suddenly pushed off the wall, his walk was by no means in any hurry, but his shoulders were squared and his steps were paced with determination that had you taking a step back at the sight of him not stopping until he was right in front of you. 
The energy of the room had gone tense before Taehyung snarled, “You bonded with my little brother and now you’re going to leave him!?” 
You shrieked at suddenly being shoved against the wall, your ribs throbbing in pain as Taehyung’s hand wrapped around your throat, crushing your windpipe as you gagged, “Humans really are pathetic selfish people.” Tentacles suddenly wrapped around Taehyung’s hand before he was ripped away from you, hot red scales were a blur as Jungkook stood in front of you protectively. 
Your hands rubbing your sore throat as you leaned against the wall gasping for air, “Stay out of this!” Jungkook growled, his lips twitching and his eyes burning into his brothers, “This doesn’t involve you, let me sort it out and if you ever fucking touch my mate like that again I won’t hesitate to rip your eggs straight out of your utaria.” 
You jolted at the sight of Taehyung lashing out at Jungkook, both of them slamming into the wall near the hallway as they grappled and yet you could only stare in shock at what had just happened and what you had just heard. Namjoon was immediately between them both separating the two as he growled, “Taehyung that wasn’t necessary! I doubt she even realizes what happened!” Namjoon immediately twisted towards Jungkook with a scowl, “And you! What did I tell you last night?” 
Jungkook’s jaw was clenched, his scales a hot burning red that matched Taehyung’s and yet his eyes couldn’t meet Namjoon’s, his lips twitching a little as he glared into the wall, his expression slowly melting as Namjoon snapped, “What did I tell you!? Why can’t you two ever listen for once? If you had we probably wouldn’t even be stuck on Earth right now! This is your mess Jungkook, I told you it wasn’t a good idea to bond this early on in our stay on Earth.” 
Jungkook’s expression had turned neutral but something in his eyes still seemed bitter as he stared at the ground now, perhaps too scared to look up at you, who had backed away from all the men in shock. You...but...Jungkook said…The silence set in and slowly each brother turned their gaze towards you before Jungkook was the last, his face filled with remorse at your expression as your lips parted, “You…! You told me-” Your lips parted variously before you finally forced out a sentence, “You lied to me!” 
“I didn’t!” Jungkook immediately hurried over to you, his expression filled with guilt and desperation, “I- Y/n I wasn’t even aware we had bonded until Taehyung pointed it out! I’m sorry I had no idea I…!” All you heard was excuse after excuse though, something indescribable filled your chest and your vision blurred in anger. 
“I’m going! I can’t…! I can’t even look at you right now Jungkook!” Upset felt like it had magnified tenfold in your chest as you rushed down the metal stairs, punching against the button before the door opened, your throat felt squeezed and like you were suffocating as you ran as far and fast as your legs could take you. What was happening to you? 
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“I’m fine…” 
Jimin and Seokjin exchanged glances, light poured in from the opened door behind them of your bedroom, the blanket wrapped around your body has you held it up above your nose, “Uh don’t lie bitch,” Jimin quirked a brow, his lips twitching in anger at just the sight of you trying to tell such an obvious lie, “It’s been three days since...whatever happened with JK- “Jungkook,” “I don’t give a fuck what his name is, you’ve been a recluse ever since, what happened?” 
Just the mention of Jungkook’s name made your chest physically ache as you curled further into yourself, you weren’t in physical pain, you couldn’t even fully describe it. 
All of your feelings just felt so amplified, like they swirled at just the surface of your chest and ready to burst out at any given moment. It felt like a physical string around your heart that squeezed and tugged harder and harder that left you in a depressed state with no energy left to do anything except what you had been doing.
Weakly sleeping half the time or scrolling on your phone in a useless attempt to think about anything other than Jungkook. You couldn’t even understand how you felt so attached to him and how much your body ached to just be wrapped up in his arms, but you were still so upset at what had happened. 
Questions swirled in your mind and to which you didn’t have the answer too and it made you even more upset that you wouldn’t get answers unless you went back, “Y/n, we’re just worried.” Seokjin raised his brows, his expression apprehensive but softened at the weak state you were in, “You haven’t been out of your room ever since the morning after the party. Midterms are just around the corner, I doubt you slack off for a shit reason.” 
You only curled up further before you sighed, closing your eyes as you finally caved in and mumbled an explanation as to what had happened and what you were now suffering under. Seokjin seemed more calm but Jimin’s lips were twitching in anger as he scowled, “You’re joking! Well let’s just go and demand he cut whatever alien ties he has on you.” 
You knew he was just trying to help but you only shook your head, “...Taehyung said I was the one that had apparently formed the bond, I didn’t even know that was possible.” You mumbled, you buried into your pillow, a feeling of guilt building into your chest as you tried to forget the ghost image of Jungkook’s hurt eyes in your mind. 
“Well it’s obviously affecting you mentally and physically, I mean seriously, you haven’t showered in days, you aren’t eating, Y/n…” Seokjin kneeled down, a frown on his face, “You need to swallow your pride, as stubborn as you are, and go talk to Jungkook about this. We’ll come with you, you probably won’t even have the energy to get there, but he’s the only one who can help.”
You managed to roll over to your side, your back facing them both now as you pulled the blanket over your head, you didn’t want to face Jungkook again, you weren’t sure you were ready to. You had so many mixed feelings and you weren’t even sure what to begin on asking questions. 
Neither said anymore before you heard Seokjin reluctantly sigh, “I’ll leave it for tonight, but tomorrow morning you’re giving us directions and we’re going to get this sorted.” They both left shortly after and closed the door sinking the room back into a depth of darkness. A heavy weight back on your chest and sudden ache filling you as you curled up, a dull sense of urgency inside you but you couldn’t distinguish what for. It felt like you needed to cry even despite not feeling sad, but maybe as a way to just release this energy.
But you didn’t do anything besides lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling as you sighed, trying to ignore the dull ache of your head, what a shit show. If you had known what your life would come to by just trying to be a good person, you would’ve left him in that ditch. ----
It felt like your body was being dragged through the mud, through the fire and hell maybe even gitting shit on at this point, “This is so stupid.” You mumbled, curled up in your hoodie as you hugged your knees into your chest in the back of Seokjin’s car. 
“You’re the one that fucked an alien,” Jimin snorted, twisting in his seat as he cocked a brow, “Which, what possessed you to do that seriously? Your stupid little hentai fantasies?” He stared at you with a bizarre expression as you snorted weakly. 
“Yeah pretty much.” 
“Fucking knew it,” Jimin collapsed back in his seat, “We could get our assholes probed by aliens now because she couldn’t keep her panties on at the sight of a slimy tentacle.” He raised his hands dramatically and you could’ve sworn you heard Seokjin try to keep from laughing at you both. 
“They’ll probe you with their tentacles too, apparently they make their own lube home made so they’ll slide it right in no problem.” If you had the energy you would’ve died laughing at the way Jimin whipped around in his seat in horror. 
“No fucking way. You WILLINGLY let him do that to you?” 
You couldn’t stop the weak laugh escaping you as you leaned your head against the window, “I’m a slut.” You shrugged before you lifted your head a little, “Right there! It should be in the field. I think it has some sort of cloaking shield or something.” Seokjin pulled off on the old winding back road which looked familiar enough.
He hadn’t been going fast to begin with and you had already stopped twice and the two other fields had been empty so this one had to be it, and if it wasn’t then it was safe to say you broken Jungkook’s heart right in two and he and his other space fuckboy brothers left Earth for good. Which you hoped not because you felt like you were in a weird limbo between life and death at the moment. 
Stepping out of the car you paused as you heaved a breath, leaning against the car as you sighed, the energy feeling like it had been sucked straight out of your soul every passing minute. Jimin looked at you mildly concerned as you waved him off, slowly pushing yourself straight up as you wrapped your arms around yourself. 
The comforts of your hoodie keep you warm as you ignore the dull ache in your chest, Seokjin and Jimin both kept close as you all looked like idiots wandering around in an empty field. The empty field however, upon stepping forward had suddenly blurred before the familiar sight of the ship came into view. Seokjin and Jimin were dumbfounded at the sight as they both stared. 
You only trudged forward towards the door before you slammed your hand against the metal door, “Well? What are you both doing just standing there?” You asked with a furrowed brow.
“Well sorry I didn’t fuck an alien the first chance I got.” Jimin fumbled out with a huff as he hurried over along with Seokjin. 
The door had immediately been opened to a relieved looking Namjoon, his eyes briefly landing on Jimin and Seokjin warily as he spoke, “I’m glad you came back! Come on, hurry in.” He ushered you in, “...I’m assuming these are your...friends…?” 
“Best friends, roommates, the same guys that also allowed your little space fuckboy to stay with us.” Jimin growled out as he crossed his arms, standing as a big brother you never asked for as Seokjin snorted. 
“Chill,” He shoved Jimin a little who only grumbled under his breath before he spoke, “I’m Seokjin and that’s Jimin, we’re Y/n’s roommates we’re already uh...aware of what you guys are we just...we don’t know what’s going on, we just want Y/n to be okay.” 
Namjoon nodded slowly, still a little wary but it was to be expected, he said no more as he widened the latch for the three of you, “Y/n left right at the beginning stage of their bond when it’s imperative that the newly bonded couple stay together and establish a stable connection. If not, it becomes unstable and drains the life force out of both individuals causing a wide variety of ailments and illnesses to take over. It’s good you guys came back when you did, Jungkook is doing even worse sense he was the Si in the bond.” 
“What is she doing back here?” Your lips twitched a little at the snarl from Taehyung who had shot up from his seat at the table, his eyes glaring holes into you and honestly, if he could vaperize you into dust at the moment you were sure he probably would. 
“Here to break the little probe ass connection your fuckboy put on her,” Jimin snapped back unappreciative at someone talking this way to you especially in the condition you were in right now.
Taehyung’s lip twitched as he shot out of his seat, “My little brother may be naive but he had good intentions and she took advantage of his fragile state! He wasn’t in any sort of headspace to do anything!” You only curled away from Taehyung with mixed feelings, you wouldn’t necessarily describe Jungkook’s state of mind at the time, fragile as it was just horny. 
Namjoon sighed as he looked at Seokjin before at you and then the two feuding men who were practically glaring into one another, “Taehyung, don’t do anything irrational, I’m going to get Jungkook.” Namjoon disappeared and it was quiet inside the ship as a tension took over the room. 
You tried your best to ignore it as you slumped against the wall, listening to the whirling on the interior running. Not a minute later you heard a loud flutter of steps as you looked up, Jungkook’s hair had been ruffled and he had looked extraordinarily tired, his scales however were lit up a sky blue, his lips parted as if trying to figure out if you were real or not before he hurried to you. 
His arms wrapping around you and a small whimper escaping him as his nose rubbed into your neck, your face pressed into his chest with a sigh of relief, the dull ache in your chest fading quickly as you basked in the warmth of Jungkook’s arms. You had hugged many people in your life before and sure it was nice, but you couldn’t even describe the wash of comfort and love that radiated through your entire being at being curled up in this man’s arms. 
Jungkook’s nose nudged at your neck a little and buried himself into your embrace as his fingers fiddled with the thick material of your hoodie, “Jungkook,” Jungkook shuffled a little, his body practically wrapped around you as his eyes slowly looked up from his content figure to meet Namjoon’s gaze, “You both should go lay down and begin to properly set your bond together, I’m sure you’re both exhausted.” 
Jungkook nodded wordlessly, perhaps not trusting himself to speak as he began to lead you towards his pod, “Woah, wait hold on.” Jimin cut in only for a snarl like growl to escape Jungkook, tentacles suddenly shooting from his back protectively pulling towards the front of his body to create a barrier between you and any threat that might take you away from him. 
“Woah holy fuck!” Jimin nearly screeched, holding his hands up and freaking out a little at seeing a killer glare on such an innocent face, “We didn’t come here for this…! What, what do you mean, set a bond? I don’t want Y/n out of our sight…!” 
Jungkook’s lip twitched in annoyance as he set his chin on your shoulder, his arms tightening around your waist and you could see the red glow of his scales slowly deepening further into a dark maroon, he did not look happy. 
Namjoon put up a hand, offering a tense smile, “All that entails is them being together and being close, they need to stabilize their bond. Once it’s set they can figure out whether they want to...bond further or…” Namjoon didn’t finish his sentence, is eyes warily lingering on the younger’s expression which was sharp and annoyed, “...You get the idea, I would advise against stopping him, trying to separate them now when he just got her back….I can’t guarantee I’ll keep you both alive.” 
Jimin and Seokjin shared a wary glance before stepping aside, Jungkook’s gaze broody as he watched them sharply as he trudged you both forward, his tentacles still out and floating behind him now as if ready to strike on contact. The tension didn’t leave until you were back into his pod once more, the room having not been changed except for a lot more clutter accumulation- much like your own room. 
You hadn’t even had the chance to open your mouth before you were suddenly picking up, your legs wrapping around Jungkook as you squirmed, “Jungkook!” You squeaked out, his hands gripping your ass tightly but his face kept nudging into your neck as he whined,  the killer aura he had not seconds ago immediately disappearing, “Don’t ever do that again,” You were nearly crushed when you were dropped onto the bed before Jungkook collapsed on top of you, “Please.” Guilt nearly devoured your heart at the way Jungkook held back a sob, his voice pleading and cracked, “It’s not fair! You-! You can’t just do this to me then leave. Never again.” You felt warm substance dripping onto your skin and your heart was pounding in your chest. 
An innate need coursing through your veins to dry his tears as you did so, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry okay?” You whispered out, your hands cupping his cheeks, that iridescent glow on his skin and his eyes watery and big, “I’m just…! I was just scared, I didn’t know what was going on and I just thought I needed time to think. I had no idea what the effects were and what would happen if I left. I’m not going to leave okay? I won’t leave.” 
Jungkook only closed his eyes, tears falling down his cheeks and you couldn’t help but watch in a melancholy awe at an almost glittery substance filling his tears, making the stains on his skin glisten and glitter under the dark lights of his room, Jungkook said no more, perhaps not trusting himself too and only curled himself further against your as your hands soothingly ran through his hair as his body melted into yours. No words were further spoken between you both as you curled against him once more, your nose burying in his hair with the innate need to comfort him. 
Feelings were too intense and magnified, as if you could feel every speck of hurt and misery Jungkook had suffered without you and despite being cognitively aware you in any other case wouldn’t be like this, you still were. You didn’t understand what happened, or how it happened, but what you did know was that despite all of the uncertainty, Jungkook needed you. 
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You weren’t sure how much time had passed, neither of you had talked for what seemed like hours, only staying close in one another's arms, and slow but surely, that unstable feeling in your chest was beginning to fade and was replaced by what you could only describe as a warm, bright thrum.
Both of you were awake, but Jungkook’s eyes looked far away, his face still laid against your chest as you tenderly stroked through his hair, “Jungkook,” He didn’t respond right away, shifting a little before those doe eyes looked up at you, his lips jutted into a soft pout that nearly broke your heart out of guilt, “What....what’s going on? I don’t understand anything.” Your fingers delicately traced his prominent cheekbones, his face immediately nuzzling into your hand as his eyes closed. 
Jungkook’s lips trembled only a little as he mumbled, “...I...I’m not sure...I told you before that in order for a bond to be created it has to be wanted between both parties involved,” His nose nudged your hand as you tenderly thumbed his cheek, “Wh-which means...even if it wasn’t a surface thought you still energetically reached out and initiated the bond making you the Fi and me the Si since I accepted without realizing.” 
His lips went pouty before he pressed his head back against your chest as you stared down at him mildly confused, perhaps realizing this he spoke further, “Fi and Si are considered sacred opposites, in a bond both people take on one or the other, the initiator the Fi and the receiver the Si, it makes sense you didn’t feel as much as I did, the Fi in the bond isn’t affected nearly as heavily as the Si is because you were the one who created the bond.”
You still didn’t quite understand other than this being a Yin and Yang equivalent with a dash of omegaverse on the side, but then again, if humans had descended from Orionian’s then the apple truly didn’t fall too far from the tree. 
“And...the Fi is what…? The more dominant one?” You quirked a brow, a smile threatening to tug on your lips as Jungkook looked up at you, an unfair pout of his face as he set his chin on your chest, leading you to believe there was some merit to your words. 
“Not exactly, it just means you were the one who established the bond, making you the one who, in more primal words, the caretaker. With newly bonded couples, it’s imperative that you be together for the first few days to stabilize the bond. Si tends to be more....” He shifted a little, his scales becoming pink as he buried into your chest, “...Clingy...and Fi tends to facilitate and care for Si while the bond stabilizes.”
Your hand made its way back to his hair as you tenderly combed through the soft silky locks as Jungkook’s relaxed back against you, practically melting into your touch as you hummed, “And...if it isn’t stabilized?” 
Jungkook shifted a little against you as he mumbled, “...Well, both people become....I don’t know how to truly describe, if a bond isn’t stabilized...it becomes difficult to distinguish your own feelings from your partners, and with the bond unstable it causes an emptiness to fill both which causes sadness and pain, but because feelings can be mutually felt, it magnifies those feelings tenfold...Until eventually….” Jungkook frowned as he shrugged a little timidly, “Both go insane, or end up commiting suicide out of despair. Si feels it a lot more intensely then Fi though because of being the one who was tethered into the bond rather than creating it.”
Oh…
You said nothing, feeling even worse now knowing what had happened and what you could have possibly caused, not only this but for Jungkook to suffer through so much all because you couldn’t just hear him out for less than five minutes, “Don’t blame yourself,” Jungkook sat up a little to look at you earnestly, as if knowing exactly what you felt despite not saying anything, “You don’t know anything about Orionian’s, I...I should’ve handled everything better then I did…” His gaze lowered looking a little glassy as he sighed, “Just...please never do that again.” He collapsed back against you with a quiet mumble, “I was miserable.” 
“I won’t baby.” You ushered softly, pressing your lips into his hair as he basked in your love, the silence taking over once more as you relaxed back down against him, intending on letting yourself fall asleep again before you felt a low rumble in your stomach, before you sighed...Well he did say since you were….Fi...that you were supposed to be a caretaker....?
“Hey, I’m starving...you want me to get us something to eat?” You sat up a little as Jungkook shifted beneath you with a whine, his cheeks puffing a little as he huffed, saying nothing but you had a suspicion that he was definitely hungry, “I’m getting us something to eat, what do you want babe?” You got out of bed making Jungkook scramble with another whine. 
He immediately latched himself to you as you sighed, “Then we’re going together. Do you guys even have human food here?” 
“We have plamatic barrettes.” Jungkook perked a little in excitement as you frowned. 
“Can...Are...are they edible for humans?” You raised a brow as you opened the door, doing an awkward waddle as Jungkook back hugged you, happily nuzzling into your neck before he frowned.
“Well...um…” He rubbed his head as you tutted, it wasn’t that you weren’t willing to try it but you were really craving some fries right now and whatever it was they ate, didn’t sound even close to a potato. 
“We can try it later babe, I brought my wallet so we can go get something to eat, if Jimin and Seokjin haven’t left it’ll be like a two minute drive.” You shrugged as you both entered the common space. 
“You both aren’t going anywhere.” Namjoon had been running around with Taehyung while Jimin and Seokjin were working frantically on...what looked like an engine box as the man turned around with a serious expression making you and Jungkook twist into concern, “The Arbitrators are here on Earth, which means we’re leaving.” 
You didn’t quite understand the gravity of the situation but...you had a feeling this wasn’t an ideal situation.
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