Your Favorite Martian one shots

YFM x reader (platonic)

⚠️TW!: mentioning of alcohol and drinking until blacking out/fainting and waking up in an unknown place afterwards
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It was a hell of a evening.
You were out partying like you've never been to a party before.
You were having THE MOST fun you have ever had.

You didn't know the time.

You didn't remember at what club you were at.

You didn't know how many drinks you had.

You don't know who the person your dancing with is.

You don't know who you had just kissed.

You just simply couldn't remember, most likely due to the Alkohol.
But you didn't care.
You were having so much fun.

You didn't even realize when you fainted.

You didn't notice when your passed out body was carried somewhere.

You didn't even know who it could've been,
Until the next day...

You woke up.
Everything hurt, your ears, your eyes, your bones, your head.
You quickly closed your eyes when your realized how bright it was.
You were comfortable though.

You didn't know where you were, all you knew was that you weren't feeling well but atleast you were comfortable.
You were in a smal but soft bed.

You opened your eyes, nor knowing what to expect.
You noticed you were in a buss, a tour buss, specifically in a bunk.
You saw 3 other people sleeping in the remaining bunks.
But it seems like there was atleast one more person in this buss.

You sniffed the air, the wonderfull smell of freshly toast (the kind of toast you fry in a pan with butter, 100% recomend it) with must mean that someone was preparing food.

You didn't know what hapened last night, but if you managed to get into a tour buss and into a bunk, you might aswell make the best out of it!

You slowly sat up in the bunk.
You noticed that you weren't wearing the chlothes you were wearing at the club, but a big band shirt, a misfits bands hire to be exact.
You defenetly wondered what hapened ro your chlothes but you would surely find out.

You quietly made your way out of the bunk area, following the nice smell.
It didn't take long to make your way to the kitchen.
And there standing infront of a stove was a tall blond in a blue blazer.
He was happily, but quietly, humming a song that sounded at little familiar to you.

You didn't really want to admit it, but drunk you could pull some nice looking dudes.
This reminded you that you didn't even really took your time to actually LOOK at the others that were still sleeping.
But you could do that later.

"Uhm...hello?"
You greeted carefully, with a unsure smile.

"Oh, good morning! I hope you slept well, are you hungry? Any dietary restrictions?"
The blond turned around and spoke with a heavy British accent.
He seemed so calm that you were kind off thinking that this accured pretty often.

"Well...some food would be nice right now. I'll just eat whatever...?"
You responded hesitantly, but you could already feeling yourself getting comfortable around this guy.

"Alrighty! Just sit down at the table and I'll bring you something to eat in a moment."
He said cheerfully.

You did as he said and took a place at the table.
When you sat down, your head was struck by a uncomfortable strain of pain for a few seconds making you groan with uncomfortable.