raylan-c:

Summary: 10K and Y/n argue the
existence of Aliens.

Word count: 285

Requested? No

A/n: N/n= Nickname

“No, I’m telling ya, they exist.” 10K insisted

“Hmm, wrong.”

“You’re just
sceptical.”

“I’m
realistic,” you corrected.

You and 10K
were arguing the existence of aliens, he was gullible and naïve whereas you
were right.

“Are you two
still on this?” Both Murphy and Doc asked in unison, Doc more amused.

“Well he’s
still wrong.” It seemed so simple in your mind. “There is no proof, I believe
in science and science says no. Other living organisms? Yes. Probing fictional
creatures that will visit? Hell. No.” You explained.

“How do you
explain the 2004 lights in the sky?”

You smirked
knowing the answer, “light reflection from close satellites.”

“No! Common
N/N. Why not aliens? E.T, extra-terrestrial, un-worldly, un-earthly, creatures
from other planets?”

“Because no.
You know what I heard? 1982 Si-fi film, Lights, illusions and Doctor Who.”

“UFO’s?” He
raised an eyebrow.

“Any flying object is a UFO is you’re an idiot,
a plane can be a UFO until you identify it. Face it, you’ve lost, go ride your
bike into the moon.” He sighed in response, jokingly, of course.

“Here’s a
tip of wisdom kid.” Doc started, “you can be in a happy relationship, or you
can be right.”

“Thank you,
Doc.” You concluded.

“I’m not
letting this go, you remember the torn up Z’s in Rozwell.”

“Are you
kidding? You used that weapon.”

10K realized
the flaw in his argument,” this proves nothing.”

“Drop the
mic.”

“Drop the
subject, you’re still wrong.”

“Click in a
Z formation Mr Sass.”

“Was that a
zombie pun?”

“Mayyybe.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you
too, even if you are a Bigfoot believer.”

“Hey don’t
push it, he’s real to and The Loch Ness-“

“Loch Ness
No!

10k-au-archive:

I think I know who this is :p 

10k only does neck kisses while having sex because he likes the warmth and the feel of your heartbeat against his lips. It’s almost impossible to pull him up to kiss him on the mouth, but when you do, He always opens his eyes, the sea blue/green of his fixed to yours. 

His hands always find their way into your hair. He’s touchy-feely and he twists it round and around his fingers. 

In bed is the only time you ever see him without his bandanna and goggles on, he gets self conscious of his hair sticking up in all directions. 

“Hey, it’s cute, don’t worry I love it.”

“hmff” 

He goes bright red and hides in your shoulder. 

He’s quiet the majority of the time, but when he’s getting close, his breathing gets so loud that each one itself sounds like a moan. Every now and again he whispers your name under his breath. 

When he finishes, he stays on top of you, panting and running his hands up and down your body, reminding himself that you’re here. That you’re still there with him. 

He gets nervous afterwards, every time, like it’s his first time all over again. Or even like the first time he met you. He’s facing away from you, and you have to stroke his hair to calm him enough to relax or sleep. 

When you wake up though, he’s curled into you.