Leaving breakfast out for each other when the other goes to work.
Having movie nights because it started out as a get to know your roommate and then it just became a tradition.
Patching each other up when the hero/villain comes back bruised and wounded.
Catching each other with weird food combos late at night when they're supposed to be asleep?!
Scaring each other's dates.
Covering for one another when the other has a bounty on their head.
Having late night liquor sessions when the other is down in the dumps.
Teaching their not human roommate that you're not allowed to eat soap, no wonder the soap supply is drastically gone.
Being a literal blood bank for their vampmate in exchange for taking you to Costco every grocery trip.
Babysitting their roommate's niece/sister/nephew/brother and just forming alliance with them to overthrow their roommate. Super effective, and kinda attractive.
Grocery shopping together and pushing the other in the grocery cart and just wreaking havoc in the store.
Building pillowforts in the livingroom together.
Having nerf fights and ambushing each other.
Painting their vampmate so they would at least have a picture.
Taking their alien friend on a all you can eat buffet so they can experience the food and the roommate can get their money's worth.
Destroying each other at game nights.
Having their roommate's pet prefer them over their owner.
Human roommate basking in the sun so their vampmate can feel the sun’s heat lingering when they platonically cuddle.
Going out and exploring the city together when they're roommate is new to the environment.
So I never technically made a wip intro for AR, so here it is. I’ll add my tag list under the cut since there’s stuff on here that you all probably don’t know :]
A prompt submitted by Anon from @writeblrsummerfest‘s Night Themed Prompt list! Now technically this is set in the daytime, but whatever lol. Hope you all enjoy this!
“Is that… a pillow fort?” Axis said.
Jace poked his head through an opening in the ceiling of the fort, a dangerous move he knew, as the whole thing could come down with one wrong move, but he was a professional in fort building. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Excuse you, this is a blanket fort,” he said.
“They’re basically synonyms Jay.”
“Now that’s just blasphemous. That’s like saying a fridge is the same thing as an igloo.”
“Is this what you called me for? You said it was important!” Axis said, dropping his keys on the counter.
“Blanket forts are serious business Ax. Blanket forts need blankets, chairs, some pillows, maybe a strategically placed broom, but most importantly, they need friends and snacks. So it was important that you came!”
“Me, and the oreos you specifically asked me to bring with me?”
“Yes those are very important as well, considering I’m starving because I’ve been making this fort all day.”
“Good god Jay.”
Axis ducked under the opening in the fort and sat down in front of Jace, handing him the box of oreos, which Jace dug into hungrily.
“So are Kita and Hazik coming?” Axis asked.
“Heck no, this a boys-only blanket fort. Girls and enbies have cooties, obviously,” Jace replied, not looking up from the oreos.
“That’s sexist.”
“Quit poking holes in my jokes!” Jace exclaimed, looking up at Axis exasperatedly. Axis laughed at his face, and reached out to brush crumbs off Jace’s chin.
“You’re always so messy,” he said.
“And you’re doting mother,” Jace replied.
“Well someone has to make sure you don’t walk around with food all over your face.”
“You know for someone who’s so punk-rock all the time, you sure don’t act like it.”
“Pfft, punk-rock isn’t just spikes and and black clothes and concerts. Being ‘a doting mother’ is hella punk-rock. And I’m not punk-rock all the time, you know I teach ballet right?”
“Ax, ballet is one of the most punk-rock things I’ve ever seen, you know how much balance you need for that? But speaking of rock, I found a band that you might like. You ever heard of A Day to Remember?”
Axis rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Yes, of course I’ve heard of A Day to Remember, it’s one of the popular ones.”
“It is? And here I thought I’d discovered a song you haven’t heard before.”
“Face it, you’ll never be able to out-punk me, Jay. I’m just too cool,” he said, crossing his arms in a mocking attempt to look badass.
“You’re right, I guess I should just accept my fate, huh?”
“That would be best. But what was the song?”
Jace found the song on his phone and turned up the volume. Axis’s face lit up in recognition even though he’d only heard the first few notes.
“All I Want!” he cried. Both him and Jace started bobbing their heads to the beat, and when they lyrics started, Axis started to sing along.
“I'm always screaming my lungs out 'til my head starts spinning
Playing my songs is the way I cope with life!”
Axis suddenly crawled out of the blanket fort, and Jace watched as he stood up and started dancing.
“Won't keep my voice down
Know the words I speak are the thoughts I think out loud!”
Jace got out as well and sang the next verse, using his phone as a microphone.
“I like to keep things honest
I'm a safe bet like your life's staked on it, for real
I'd hate to keep you all wondering
I'm constant like the seasons, I will never be forgotten man!”
He held out his phone for Axis to sing into, and they both were suddenly dancing and jumping like they were at a concert, even though no one else was in the room.
“Let's leave no words unspoken
And save regrets for the broken
Will you even look back when you think of me?”
Axis jumped onto the couch for the next verse, and the both of them sang at the top of their lungs.
“Just... sit there okay? I’ll make you something hot to drink.”
A prompt from @writeblrsummerfest’s Comfort Asks! Thank you @thescholarsninja for sending in the prompt!
“F-f-f-fuck snow,” Jace said, pulling his jacket tighter around himself as he trudged through the snowy college campus. Kita had called him before the snowstorm started, asking if he would come to help her study for a test she had in a few days. Her roommate (a non-alien one) was the one who usually helped her, but she was out of town at the moment.
God it was cold. Jace couldn’t stop shivering, and the wind stung his face and ears, and his sweater and shoes were soaked from the snow. Each breath brought freezing air into his lungs and made his core feel like ice.
Kita’s dorm wasn’t too far now, but Jace was already very late, as she’d asked him to come over an hour ago. He trudged through the snow, putting one soaked, numb foot in front of the other, until suddenly he was knocking of Kita’s door with trembling fingers.
“About time-- Oh my god Jay!?”
“H-hey K-k-kita,” Jace said, stumbling into her dorm. Kita shut the door with a snap, then started frantically fussing over Jace, pulling his soaked hoodie off him, pushing his sodden hair out of his eyes and rubbing his arms. Her hands were so warm.
“Oh Jay, you’re freezing! How the hell did you get so cold just walking from your car to the dorm!?”
“S-s-serenity broke down. I think it was just too c-cold. I was able t-t-to get her parked on the side of the r-r-r-road, and then I w-walked here.”
“Why didn’t you call me to pick you up!?”
“Ph-phone died.”
“Jesus Jay, alright, you get those shoes and socks off, and just… sit there okay?” she said, pointing to the couch. “I’ll make you something hot to drink.”
“O-okay,” Jace said. He got off his shoes and socks, and then sat down on the couch, wrapping himself in a blanket that lay there. “What d-do you need h-h-help studying?”
“Oh Jay you still think we’re gonna study after you just walked in looking like a miserable popsicle? No no no, we’re gonna just gonna get you warm, and watch a movie.”
“Are you s-s-sure?”
“Of course dork, we’ll study tomorrow. You’re cool with sleeping over right? I don’t want you out in that storm again.”
“I don’t w-want me out there either,” Jace said.
“Good. Now, do you want tea, coffee, or hot cocoa?” Kita called from her little kitchen area.
“Y-you say that like you d-don’t already know the answer,” he said with a laugh.
“Hot cocoa it is.”
Jace snuggled deeper into the blankets, and rubbed his hands together, trying to get some feeling back in his fingers. His face was stinging from the warmth now, and Jace could feel previously frozen water dripping from his hair into his shirt.
Kita came in a few minutes later with a mug of steaming cocoa, and Jace clutched the mug with trembling fingers. “Ya know--” Kita said, grabbing another blanket and putting it on Jace’s lap. “--I feel like naming your car after a ship on a TV show that was canceled after only fourteen episodes was a bad idea. You doomed the car to flaking out on you just like the TV show did.”
“Serenity did not ‘flake out’ she’s just too c-cold to drive!”
“You should’ve named it something from Supernatural. That show’s been going on for forever, your car wouldn’t break down if you’d named the car Dean or somethin’.”
“Dean has died like a h-hundred times! You want m-my car to die a hundred times?”
“But he’s come back to life every single time! Who knows, maybe if you’d named your car Dean, then you would’ve met a guy named Castiel, and then you would have a hot angel boyfriend.”
Jace laughed but privately thought Kita was much prettier than Castiel. Jace sipped the cocoa, and the warm liquid seemed to soothe even the coldest parts of his body, spreading heat from his chest and belly all the way to his fingers and toes.
“Mmmmmmm, this is so good. You’re a lifesaver Kita, I love you.”
“Love you too dork. Just quit trying to give yourself hypothermia okay?”
“Haha, fine. But only because you specifically told me to.”
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“This is such a bad idea, what am I doing, this is so stupid--” Jace muttered to himself. He paced nervously in front of Kita’s door, raising his hand to knock every few seconds, but every time lowering it to rethink his decision. He tapped the blue bouquet of flowers against his palm as he paced.
He was going to ask Kita out on a date. For real this time. No backing out, no changing his mind last minute, no excuses. The only problem was how the hell he was going to say it.
“‘Hey, Kita, I’ve liked you for a really long time, and I was wondering if you wanted to go to a movie sometime?’ No, we have to do something special. What if she doesn’t want special? Maybe she wants to be casual, nothing fancy? Hell I don’t know. ‘Kita, you’ve been my best friend for about twelve years now and I’ve loved you for almost as long--’ No don’t say that idiot! What kind of creepy loser likes a person for that long and doesn’t say anything? Okay, maybe I don’t mention that-- Ugh, this is all just so stupid!” Jace punctuated the last word by banging his forehead on Kita’s door, and leaning there miserably.
What he didn’t anticipate was Kita opening the door a second later to see who was knocking.
He stumbled into her dorm, doing his best not to faceplant on her floor.
“Agh! Jay?” Kita said, catching his arm before he fell.
“Oh, heeeyyyy Kita, um, sorry, I just kinda--”
“Are those… flowers?”
Jace stared at the blue flowers in his hand for a moment, as though he’d forgotten they were there.
“Uh, yeah! Um, they’re for you! See, I um--”
“Awww, is this because I passed all my exams?”
Jace blinked twice.
“Yep!”
No, dumbass! What are you doing!?
“Oh Jay, that’s so sweet of you!” Kita said, wrapping him in a hug that made his heart pound. But she suddenly released him. “How did you know I passed them? I haven’t told you yet.”
“Umm-- You see, uh--”
“I texted him,” a voice said from around the corner. Ada, Kita’s roommate, stepped into view, flicking her bright red hair out of her face. “I knew he would want to surprise you,” Ada said with a grin.
Jace didn’t have time to question it. “Yeah! Ada told me.”
“Awww, Ada! You two are so sweet! Hey, do you guys wanna go out somewhere to celebrate? We could pick up Axis and Hazik on the way! You could meet Hazik, Ada! I’m sure they would love you!”
“Nah, I should probably stay here and study, I still got a couple exams to take,” Ada said, but not looking very sorry she couldn’t go.
“Oh c’mon, it’ll be fun! I hear that new chinese place is amazing-- Didn’t you go there Jay?”
“Hmm? Oh yeah, it was pretty good! Hazik liked it too, but I don’t think Axis has ever been there,” Jace said, stumbling over his surprise.
“Please come Ada? It would be so fun,” Kita pleaded, giving Ada perfect puppy-eyes. Ada laughed her off, shaking her head.
“How about we all go out when I finish my exams? I promise I won’t say no to that,” she suggested.
“Done!” Kita exclaimed. “In the meantime though, Hazik, Ax, Jay, and I, will go to that new Chinese place. Just give me a moment to get out of my pajamas and get my shoes on.” Kita left to her bedroom.
Jace waited for a moment, before remembering something odd. He took out his phone and checked his notifications.
“Ada?” he asked.
“Yeah?”
“You never texted me that Kita passed her exams. I thought I just missed the text, but you never actually sent one, did you?”
“No, I didn’t. Which means you didn’t bring those flowers because you wanted to congratulate her.”
Jace turned red and looked away, running his hand through his hair.
“Why did you save me? How did you know?”
“I could hear you talking to yourself through the door.”
Jace blushed harder, and clenched the flowers tightly. “Don’t worry,” she added, “Kita didn’t hear anything. And… I saved you because I know Kita. Maybe not as well as you know her, but still. Kita doesn’t need flowers or a big speech for anyone to win her heart. She gives it out openly, and waits for other people to do the same.”
Ada walked up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You want to be with her, you need to stop being a coward. You need to tell her exactly how you feel, with no frivolous nonsense, no B.S., no lies. You have to pluck up some goddamn courage, or you’re never gonna be able to be with her. You got that?”
Jace stood shocked for a moment, before nodding, a new determined air about him.
I think humans are just trying to come up with different ways to have bread with sugar on it
Chapter 5: Scene 3 (Start from the chapter 1 here!)
Trigger Warning: Discussion of past death
Within five minutes they were out the door and Serenity was bumping down the road as the pair drove off to what Hazik assumed to be Jace’s mother’s house.
Hazik watched as a slightly anxious look formed of Jace’s face. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to a song only he could hear, and his shoulders tensed up beneath his red hoodie.
Jace never relaxes, Hazik thought. He always seems like he’s just waiting for something bad to happen. Like he’s always holding his breath. Hazik took out their notebook and scribbled a note.
“Heh, every time I look at you you seem to be writing in that notebook,” Jace said as Hazik shoved it into their bag. “What do you even write about in there?”
“Oh, mostly observations of humans and human culture. Well, the human culture of here. I am sure my colleagues are getting something different as they are observing in different places. So far I have learned a lot of amazing things.”
“Really? Amazing?” said Jace, surprised.
“Of course, this place is wonderful! Better than Uswarvis.”
“Better than—Hazik do you not like your planet?”
“Oh no, I do like it. But, it is an awful place right now. It is so nice to be in a place where… where there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong.”
Jace glanced at them with that same look of surprise. Hazik wasn’t sure he would ever stop doing that. “You are surprised.”
“I—Yeah. I just forget that the U.S. can be a… a paradise from a certain perspective.”
Certain perspective? Hazik thought. “What perspective do you see from?” Jace’s shoulders suddenly tensed harder.
“I—Well I’ve lived here longer, you know? You learn too much about a place, or you experience the bad part of a place and it uh, well it loses its magic. Living here for twenty-four— Er twenty-five years now, it allows a lot of time to experience both.” Jace paused for a moment, sighing and running his free hand through his soft black hair. “And, if someone experiences more of the bad than they do the good, then ya know... maybe the magic wasn’t there in the first place.”
“Hmm. I suppose that is accurate. How much bad do you think is here? How much did you experience?” Hazik asked. Jace didn’t answer for a few seconds. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully, mulling over how much he wanted to tell them.
“Enough to make me wish for a better place,” he said finally. He suddenly parked the car. “We’re here,” he said.
Hazik had been so absorbed in their conversation that they hadn’t even noticed where they were going. They looked up to see a field full of rocks, all different shapes, put in neat rows. Or at least they looked like rocks at first.
Hazik’s heart sank to their toes as they saw that all these rocks had the same type of scribbles they still struggled to read.
They were gravestones.
Jace walked with his hands in his pockets, stepping through the rows, taking care not to disturb the other visitors. Hazik was still in the car, completely frozen. Concern and confusion and sadness flickered in their eyes, the colors chasing each other round and round their pupils. Jace stopped walking, and stared at something on the ground that Hazik couldn’t see. He looked back at the car and jerked his head in a beckoning motion. Hazik suddenly remembered how to move, and shook their head to clear it of the colors before quickly getting out.
When they reached him, they saw that he was looking at. It was a block of cement embedded in the ground with a name and date carved in it. Hazik didn’t have to try to read to know who it was.
“Your mom,” Hazik said.
“Mmhmm,” Jace said. “The stone says ‘Maria Grace Vaughn’, by the way.”
“Thank you. ...What happened?” Hazik said, still looking at the grave, instead of at Jace. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Car accident. Some drunk crashed into the bus she was riding. She flew forward and broke her neck. ‘Bout a week before I was supposed to head off to college too.”
“Do you always visit her on your birthday?”
“I try to. Sometimes on holidays too.”
“Hmm… How come you did not tell me she died?”
“I didn’t know how to. I thought it might be easier for me just to show you. People always get weird when I tell them. They think I’m some pitiful orphan or something. I mean it’s sad, and of course I get sad, but I mostly just try not to think about it. Life goes on, and I went on.”
“Hmm.”
There was a long pause, though not an uncomfortable one. Jace squatted down to pick at some grass that was creeping over the edge of the headstone. Hazik looked around at the other graves. They noticed that some were large, intricate gravestones, while a few were simply a large block set upon the grass like Jace’s, but many that were in the shape of a cross, the symbol of a popular religion on Earth. They also noticed a lot of the other visitors were talking to the graves. Hazik had a sudden thought.
“Jace? Do you believe in an all-powerful being? Perhaps a god or an entity?” Hazik said, looking at Jace as he stood up again.
“A god? No, why?”
“There seems to be many people here who do.”
Jace glanced around at graves and the visitors. “Well, I think most people on Earth are religious. My mom was Catholic, and she told me about God and all that, but it just didn’t work for me. There’s a lot of reasons behind that but mainly it just didn’t make sense to me. But of course, to each their own.”
There he goes again. Always being the outlier, Hazik thought.
“You are an odd one, Jace,” they said.
“Ha! Says the alien.”
Hazik reached to smack him behind the head with a tentacle, which Jace dodged, laughing. An old woman beside them looked up at Jace’s laughter with a scandalized glare and Hazik quickly dropped their pink tentacle.
Jace blushed a little under the gaze of the woman and whispered, “Probably shouldn’t be laughing in a graveyard, we look like crazy people. Let's go. I still haven’t shown you Firefly yet, and guess who ordered all the discs on eBay because he has no self control?”
The two walked back to the car, and Hazik was lost in thought again. They had learned something about Jace, but oddly it didn’t feel like enough. In fact, it left them with only more questions. While learning about his mother was important, seemed to be something Jace felt Hazik needed to know, they still didn’t have answers to the hundreds of other questions they had about Jace.
I think humans are just trying to come up with different ways to have bread with sugar on it
Chapter 5: Scene 2 (Click here to read from the beginning!)
Two days later Hazik woke up to a warm, sweet aroma floating in through their door, along with a distant tune Jace was humming. Their tentacles flicked excitedly, and their eyes shifted to grey. They pulled on some clothes and padded down the hallway.
As they entered the living room, they saw Jace standing in the kitchen area, his back turned to them. The newly made coffee table, which Hazik ended up making due to Jace’s increasing will to burn the thing, had a small red box sitting on it. The tag read:
To: Jace
From: Kita
Happy Birthday!
“Hello Jace,” Hazik said as they sat down at the counter.
“Good morning Hazik!” Jace said cheerily, and he turned around holding a plate stacked with something that looked like circular bread. But once he met Hazik’s eyes his expression changed.
“Woah.”
“What?” Hazik touched their tentacles defensively.
“What does grey mean?” Jace said.
“Grey? Oh, I am hungry. How have you never seen that color before? We have been here for five… five… ”
“Months?” Jace suggested.
“Months, yes, five months. And you never noticed that color?”
“Yeah well I also didn’t realize you were an alien until after we moved in here so honestly you should lower your expectations of what you think I will notice.”
“Raspberry pancakes! I thought since it’s my birthday I’d make something more fun,” Jace said as he poured syrup over a few of the hot circle breads on his plate, which Hazik now noticed had little red dots of juice on them. Jace dug into them ravenously, giving a hum of satisfaction as he swallowed.
“I think humans are just trying to come up with different ways to have bread with sugar on it,” Hazik said as they eyed a pancake and ignored the syrup bottle. “You already have cinnamon rolls, sugary cereal, donuts, cake, those things you put in the toaster--”
“Pop Tarts.”
“Yes, those. Now you have circle bread with liquid sugar on it. Which is almost the same thing as a donut.”
“Yes, and as soon as we’re done with these circle breads with liquid sugar on them, we’re gonna go visit my mom.”
“You are missing my point.”
“Not missing, just choosing to ignore it. Eat up, your circle breads are getting cold.”
Hazik had forgotten they would meet Jace’s mother today. There was so much they wanted to ask her! What was Jace like as a kid? When and how did his obsession with food start? Where did he get his car? How did he meet Axis and Kita? And... where did all those scars come from?
Part of them was worried about Jace’s scars. He never mentioned them, never pointed them out, unless he was making a self-deprecating joke about how lopsided his smile was. They feared something bad had happened to him. They didn’t have any evidence of this, he could have just fallen badly. Jace is a bit of a klutz, he probably broke his nose from forgetting to tie his shoes or something.
But, there was one little thing that Hazik couldn’t stop going back to.
Kita had been angry at Jace for keeping a secret.
Jace’s response was that “this secret didn’t hurt me to keep.” He also said something about “as bad as last time”, and Kita had mentioned a hospital. What did that mean?
They’d had little time to think the first time they overheard Jace and Kita, but the more they thought about it now, the more it seemed something terrible had happened to Jace at some point, and he’d neglected to tell his friends. Something bad enough to get him hospitalized.
Hazik wondered if maybe the reason Jace didn’t do things they way he said most people did was because of this secret Kita was speaking of.
Hazik kept thinking about this even after they finished breakfast and got dressed in their favorite robes. They tucked their notebook into their bag and entered the living room again to find Jace sitting at the couch holding the little box from Kita. He was smiling at it, though he hadn’t opened it yet. When he noticed Hazik, he beckoned them closer so they could see the gift.
“Kita always insists on getting me a present, even though every year I tell her not to go through the trouble,” he said as he began to pull off the lid. Some thin, colorful, crinkly paper was inside, which Hazik assumed was supposed to be a protection for the object. Jace removed this and found a thick red string inside.
It was a few inches in length, and seemed to be made of smaller red strings woven together in a pattern. On one end was a small loop, and on the other was a black button. Hazik didn’t find this to be very interesting, and honestly thought it was an odd thing to give as a present, and they felt their eyes turn a shade of confusion. Jace however, took one look at it and beamed.
“She’s the best,” he said. He wrapped the string around his wrist and looped the button through.
“It is string,” Hazik said. It felt redundant to say, but they had to make sure they weren’t missing something.
“It’s a bracelet,” Jace corrected, as though Hazik didn’t know what a bracelet was. They knew of course, but usually bracelets aren’t good gifts. At least where they were from. Bracelets were the kind of thing you got for someone you don't know much about, a generic present, like getting someone a pack of socks. Though Jace was treating this like it was more personal than that.
Jace held his wrist out for Hazik to see, but it still looked no more special on his wrist than it did in the box.
“She loves making these,” he said.
“You… like it?” they asked. Jace nodded, still looking fondly at the bracelet.
“I love it. I love everything she gives me.” Jace took another moment to gaze at the bracelet, and then got up. “Shall we head out?”
