Hey guys so I never actually written a fanfic before, this is my first try and if you have some ideas or opinions about this feel free to share.
I decided to try fanfic writing bc I noticed I’ve been using swerve too much (don’t come at me) so I’m trying to transfer it into an actual story.
The ships lights were dimmed so the beings in the ship could sleep.
At least that’s what was suggested.
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I wanted to sleep. My body was practically with trepidation from my two very random teammates on the project hail mary.
And I know what you’re thinking, no I’m not calling them random to be rude, I’m calling them random because one is a scientist who trips everyday and a fucking alien.
Anyways when I realized I couldn’t dodge the caffine that was poured down my throat 5 hours ago I decided to get another one.
Only to find out that someone was already there, and breaking the machine.
The familiar chirps hummed from inside of the kitchen.
“Y/N!” The alien chirped in relief. “Good here. Rocky broke coffee spawner.”
I snorted under my breath at the sight
Then I helped Rocky repair the coffee maker in a few minutes.
’Would that work though? If the astropahge ever starts to decrease that seems to be a very likely scenario in the future what would be the possible solu—’
My internal dialouge was cut off by a familiar voice I founded myself to be eased by.
My nervous system still couldn’t predict his actions yet.
“Y/N? Have you seen my- oh. I see you’ve figured out a way to... manage that.” Ryland gestured vaugely at the stack of soaked books I haven’t noticed yet.
I look over and see him in a shirt that you’d mostly wear in Hawaii or LA.
I couldn’t help but resist a lopsided smile as I settled in a chair in the room.
“Whaat?” He asked opening his arms. Acting offended.
“Nothing.” I said as I look over at Rocky and despite the fact that this alien didn’t have eyes or a face in general we both seemed to mutually understand our interest in his shirt.
(What the hell am I writing about.)
“Okay. No. I see how it is.”
“That so?” I took his hat he had lying around
“Yeah. You think that just because Rocky clings to you more now you have the high star on this ship.”
Ryland paused, his cheeks already flushing red like a middle school boy.
“Wha- I insult you and you’re first instinct is to say ‘okay’??”
I also paused now with more amusement than with confusion. I was surprised, genuinely, he doesn’t usually test me like this. I was starting to think I had to teach him a thing or two for a second there.
“Yeah? What kind of test was that?”
His voice faded out of my ears as I noticed his messy hair. It was like it was made by birds, for birds but somehow it was so perfect. I started noticing how his features softened just at his cheeks, cheeks you could kiss. His lips, very kissable, but they were this shape that made you want to trace the edge of your fingertip across it. Imagine it. Laying with him, listening to a burned cd that made a screeching noise every 13 minutes but none of you seemed to notice nor care.
It was in this moment that you realized that physical standards on earth was a very unnecessary argument most of us had.
Our eyes were made to see, our noses were made to smell, our mouth were made to eat, our face was made to express ourselves non-verbally, our ears were made to hear, our skin was made to protect what’s underneath.
And no one can can be a 9 or 10 on this imaginary scale.
A human can only possibly be a 8.
Anything above that is just personal preference.
Ryland’s voice cut your inner phylosofical monologue.
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You can tell I have no idea what scenario to project onto here. I’m gonna make better ones in the future I’m sure :)
Until then go drink water, get some rest, and good morning, evening or night to wherever you are.
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