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Jaxx - SFW Alphabet

prompt: a sfw alphabet with answers filled out for reader dating jaxx from the meg :] list by @.the-coldest-goodbye HERE pairing: jaxx x reader words: 2.4k requested: no

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Jaxx is very affectionate and shows her love primarily through acts of service and physical touch. She’ll make your favorite meal, set your favorite movie to play while she rubs your shoulders or feet, and hold you close to her chest for a spontaneous display of affection after a long day at work for you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

She’d be a bit of a risk-taker, the kind of best friend that knows her limits and decides to make new ones just for the hell of it. And because it’s mildly entertaining to see your face when she offhandedly mentions she’ll be diving cageless with some great white sharks the next weekend. She’d also be fiercely loyal, ride-or-die, but not be afraid to call you out on your bullshit when she sees it. The friendship would start on Mana 1; your work stations are close enough to allow idle chatter between tasks and she’d take an immediate shine to you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Jaxx definitely likes to cuddle! Less so with others around though, the furthest she’d go is pulling you into her lap or tucking you into her side (regardless of your size and height) if you two are hanging out with friends. In private though? SUUUPER clingy. Constantly holding you from behind with her nose buried in your neck and gently swaying, dinner can wait she wants to hold you NOW. She’d curl into you, you’d curl into her, inevitably somehow you two end up looking kind of pretzel’d but nobody cares so long as it’s comfortable.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Jaxx still has a bit of adventure left in her; most likely she’d want to go on some vacations for a few years before seriously thinking about putting roots down and really sticking to one place. As for cooking and cleaning, she’s pretty clean with the majority of things in her life (not her desk though, RIP) and she can make a mean dish once she gets the hang of the recipe. She’s able to survive and dare I say thrive off of her cooking, but she’s no Gordon Ramsey, you know?

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She’d sit them down and make it clear that she’s breaking up, but do it in a “firm but kind” way because she still cares about them. She’d explain what was a dealbreaker for her; maybe it was a big event that never got resolved properly, maybe it was a lot of small things that went ignored and resulted in built-up resentment. The specifics don’t really matter here, but she’d want to let her partner know where she felt the both of them were lacking as to encourage future self-improvement. Who knows, maybe she and her ex will reconcile down the line….

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Jaxx is totally down for marriage once she feels she’s found The One! She loves the thought of being able to hold up her hand to show off the engagement ring and use it as an excuse to talk all about you to whoever she’s cornered on the research station, in the grocery store, at a gas station, anywhere and everywhere is fair game. As for the speed of the marriage, she’d want to wait at least a year before making it official in the government’s eyes but that isn’t a hard-set timeline if you want it to come sooner or later.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

So unfathomably gentle physically, just a little bit rough emotionally. She doesn’t want to hurt you ever, at any point, for any reason. She couldn’t do that to you. Emotionally, she may be a little too blunt in the beginning until you two find a communication method that is considerate of both of your feelings, then she’s just as careful as she is physically

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Not overly fond of hugs, but she does like them! She prefers side hugs and hugs from behind the most; side hugs generally while at work (maybe with an arm slung a little low around the waist) and back hugs at home or in private. Her hugs have just the right amount of pressure and body heat to feel like you’ve found heaven in her arms.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes her a while, to be honest. She’s attached and head over heels in love, but she doesn’t want to risk scaring you off. She’d probably wait at least half a year into your relationship before letting it slip, and it would be in the quiet of the evening as you both start snoozing on the couch. You manage to catch it right before you fall asleep.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

It takes a lot to get her jealous. She has faith in you, and acts like flirting with other people would be far more likely to get her upset than jealous unless you both established beforehand that the flirting is fake and it’s just to get things rolling. When she does get jealous, though, she’ll come up to you while you’re chatting with the person trying to pick you up and pull you in for a slightly-too-long kiss on the cheek and a “Hey baby” before giving the other person a very pointed once-over. Bonus points if the hand now around your shoulders has an engagement or wedding ring on it and she can angle her finger just right to catch the light

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses range from slow and gentle to fiery and passionate, but with each and every kiss you can feel how deep and vulnerable her love for you is. She LOVES kissing your lips, but she equally loves kissing the junction of your neck and shoulder, your inner wrist, your hips, and your thighs. She loves it when you kiss her between her shoulder blades, on her lips, and on her stomach.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She’s great with kids. Easily the favorite aunt of any child that she interacts with regardless of her relationship with the parents. She’ll regale fantastical stories to them, swing them around after incessant pestering, give piggy-back rides, the works.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings when Jaxx has to work are spent alone, but she ensures that a lot of breakfast preparations (like finding ingredients, measuring different parts, etc.) is taken care of to make your day easier and she always gives you a soft kiss on the temple before leaving for her shift. Mornings when Jaxx has the day off are spent enjoying the warm bed and perfectly weighted blankets with plenty of sleepy kisses and caresses shared. She’ll make you both breakfast and chat about the week’s events as you eat by the window.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights can range from you walking into the bedroom to see Jaxx passed out with the covers half-pulled in a valiant attempt to get under them before sleeping, work clothes still completely on, to a romantic in-house date complete with your favorite movie, takeout, a luxurious shared bath, and one or two extra activities if you’re both feeling up for them that night ;)))

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Jaxx is definitely slow to drop her LoreTM. She’s had her share of ex’s take information told in confidence and use it to blackmail her or just give it away like they’re talking about the weather, so she needs time to properly warm up to you. You’ll think you know a lot about her until over a year into the relationship she casually drops a miniature nuke into the conversation and you’re expected to not stare like she just grew a second head.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She’s pretty quick to anger but she also has a decent amount of self-control in… some situations. More than the ones she doesn’t! But she’ll fully give in and have to be held back by you, Jonas, or Mac if someone innocent is being hurt/threatened or, god forbid, you are being hurt/threatened.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Jaxx has a pretty solid memory but she constantly second-guesses herself on smaller details, like what candle brands you like (or if you even like candles to begin with), whether this or that TV show was your favorite, your favorite animal, and so on. She’s taken to jotting such information down on a memo pad that she keeps on her person as much as possible and in her bedside drawer when she isn’t carrying it. There’s a nonzero chance you found it while cleaning the bedroom one day and started dropping more itty bitty details just to see if you could catch her writing in it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Jaxx’s favorite moment before you’re engaged would be your fifth date. You guys were trying to transition from someone you were casually seeing to being exclusive and the day was filled with hesitant hand-brushes and awkward giggles, but looking back, that was the real start of all the fun and joy you two have shared since. Then after you get engaged her favorite moment is the proposal, totally. (Well… okay, two moments can share the top podium in her heart. Three when you get married.)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

SO protective. Once she’s taken a shine to you she won’t let anything happen to you. This ties in with the letter P; Jaxx does NOT like it when someone targets you negatively. Can you handle yourself? Probably, yeah. Especially if it’s just a one-off comment or a smirk behind your back, but Jaxx won’t let anything slide if she thinks it’ll hurt you. Direct confrontation all the way, baby. As for herself, she likes having someone back her up when she’s trying to bring reason to the table. She may not say it aloud, not for a while at least, but she loves it when you take over and don’t let anyone treat her like shit or force her to do things she really shouldn’t be doing while incapacitated in some way (such as a boss trying to demand that Jaxx goes back to work even when she’s so sick you’re still cleaning the mess out of the bathtub).

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A good amount of effort! Sometimes she’s working or away during anniversaries, so Jaxx makes a point to video call with you while you both enjoy a meal and maybe have a virtual watch party with a movie of your choice. She’ll try to make dates exactly what you guys need at the moment: some spontaneous fun, a quiet night in with no responsibilities, something romantic to brush away insecurities and doubts. She also does her best to get you little gifts here and there when you aren’t expecting them. Suspiciously, their arrival seems to almost always come when you were originally having a bad day. As for everyday things, she’ll take care of her share of the daily tasks and help you with yours if she has the time and energy.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Foot-tapping to the extreme as a way to deal with pent-up energy that she can’t release otherwise. And knuckle-cracking, she was that one kid in the back of the class who wouldn’t stop popping their knuckles during the lecture and annoyed everyone.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not very, really. Jaxx knows she’s attractive and will keep up with things like a mild skincare routine to combat the irritating feeling of salt permanently on her face, keep her hair trimmed regularly, and tattoo maintenance, but she isn’t pressed about anything else.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. Jaxx didn’t know what she was missing out on before meeting you, but now that she has you, she never wants to let go. Every time you two have to be apart due to extended work hours, or a trip, or misaligned schedules, she feels an ache in her heart that can only be fixed by being near you. With you, the sunset is warmer. The stars shine brighter. The living quarters are cozier. If you left, she’d accept that things didn’t work out but deep down she’d miss you terribly.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She’s a bird person! If the stars aligned she’d get a couple of parakeets, but she wants to ensure she could give them a good life before owning a pair. One of her dreams is to live in a house with a view of the ocean and a backyard full of chickens.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Anything unsanitary in the bedroom and anything that could potentially hurt either of you. Sorry, but that’s a hard pass for her. She also isn’t overtly fond of media portraying kids getting injured or killed.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She talks back in her sleep; ask her a question and she’ll answer. The answer being coherent is… hit or miss. “Are you awake?” “Mm… cream cheese.” That’s about what you can expect, but she will answer every single time she’s asked something.

#x reader #the meg x reader #jaxx x reader #the meg #jaxx #sighted #dudes trying to write while a kitten actively attempts to jump on your laptop and balance on your arms is NOT easy fun fact #she is relentless too waugh. send help

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sorry for the dip in writing, folks! i’m currently wrapping up the last of my finals and am rewatching the hunger games, so my schedule should clear up soonish once everyone’s out of school. i’m going to try to get some quick headcanon posts out soonish for the characters that i assume will be more popular :]

#sniped #not writing #gotta do my stats final tonight and then i’m done WHEEEEE #i’m gonna celebrate with g.hostbusters (2016) :] i like kevin :] he’s SIWWY #but first i need to suffer with spss by my side and largely poorly used as i google how to calculate the most basic statistics possible 👍

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How about 'after an unexpectedly violent situation, Jonas frantically rushes to check if the reader is okay, cupping their face to look closer.' with Jonas Taylor x Reader? (fem or gender neutral; whichever you prefer! :)) - if this does not spark inspiration don't worry!

posted, thank you for the request!! i hope you like it :]]]

#sniped #it was a lot of fun to write and took off some of the pressure of my exam that i’m doing later today :]]]

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Jonas Taylor - "Do Orcas is Whales? More at 11"

request for anon using one of the face-holding prompts! i ended up leaning more "there's some feelings here but he's in denial HARDCORE" than having an established relationship, so hopefully anon it still works with what you were hoping for :] thank you so much for sending in your prompt, i hope it's worth the wait!! all my works are tagged with "#x reader" for quick filtering btw!

prompt: "[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer." from “Reasons to Cup a Face” by @.soulpromptson for JONAS TAYLOR pairing: jonas taylor x gn!reader words: 1.8k requested: yes!

a/n in advance: look it was either the depth be realistic for mana 1’s location or it be the teeniest realistic for real orca diving depths, we can’t have both 😔🤝

The sound of the monitors whirring to life hummed all around you as you flicked switches to your right without looking away from the wire panel you were scrutinizing. Something somewhere had short-circuited juuust long enough for a couple of buttons’ lights to not activate and you were determined to locate the source and squash the issue.

The metal around you clanged with a rhythmic but hollow tune before pausing long enough for the hatch above to be pried open. “Thought you’d be alongside by now, what with how eager you were to give the Nereus a run. What’s the holdup, Skipper?”

“Don’t start calling me that,” you scoffed as you tugged on what you suspected was the offending wire, “that’s a child’s nickname. And this damn piece of… very expensive hardware decided it wasn’t gonna turn on a couple of lights, so I’m trying to get that fixed before I drop down.”

“It’s literally what the captain of a ship is called,” Jonas wiggled his brows, dropping down into the tiny compartment to crouch alongside you. “Can’t get much more mature or on-theme than that.” He watched you tug fruitlessly on the wire for several moments before you finally dropped it in disgust. “Maybe it was water damage.”

“Pile of junk if it’s meant to go underwater and gets broken by a few drops, don’t you think?” You muttered under your breath as you replaced the panel. A few lights out were annoying, but workable. They weren’t even for anything important, anyway. “And Meiying told me that you call her that, so don’t start using her nickname on me. That’s not something you called a captain, that’s something you called an eight year old. I’m not eight!”

Jonas held up his hands placatingly as you stepped around him to triple check the emergency rebreather and mask box. Or whatever the version of ‘triple check’ that actually means ‘this was looked at three times already by two different people and once more by yourself when you first entered the sub, but what if someone stole everything while you weren’t looking???’ is. “Apologies, didn’t know you heard. And I didn’t mean it t’be demeaning, honest. I more did it to lighten the air since things seemed to be a little… tense, in here.”

You sighed, practically throwing yourself into the pilot’s seat. “I figured. Sorry for snapping at you.”

“Y’wanna talk about what’s got you so wound up?”

You briefly reflected on the day’s events so far. Someone had the grand idea to serve lobster for the station’s dinner last night and you had to spend the early hours of the morning helping various people get over food poisoning. You forgot about your cereal just long enough afterward with how tired you were that it got soggy enough to not be considered edible by anyone with taste. You had to forgo breakfast and in your anger you forgot about the corner edge of the coffee table and stubbed your pinkie toe. Then you proceeded to fall up the stairs. Not down, up. You’re not really sure how that happened. And now those blasted lights were giving you problems.

“...Nah. Thanks though. Gotta get ready for mission launch.” You shooed him out of the sub as you fitted an earpiece. “Mac’s probably throwing a fit upstairs with how long I’ve put it off.”

“Well, that’s Mac’s problem then, isn’t it?” Jonas smirked. “Don’t get yourself killed down there.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you muttered to yourself as the hatch forebodingly slid shut above you.

“Nereus, all system diagnostics reading clear on our end. You are cleared for launch.”

“Solid copy Mana 1, Nereus launching.”

The dull thud of the sub hitting the water was muffled by the thick metal that surrounded you as you plunged deeper into the ocean. The problematic button lights briefly flickered with life for a few seconds after you entered the water, but they soon died right back out. “Lights are overrated,” you mumbled as you carefully twisted to the side to avoid a rock that came a little too close for comfort. “Mana 1, I’m approaching the sea floor. Want me to look for anything specific while I’m here?”

The earpiece crackled to life. “Negative Nereus, just swim around for about an hour and then come back up. That’s all her maiden voyage needs; besides, I doubt you’d find much of interest when you’re not in the trench.”

“Copy.” You pulled a ways higher above the bottom of the ocean and glided along. The new sub was a breeze to pilot, very unlike the clunky but beloved Capt Bubbles. It moved effortlessly through the water and the new cameras and sonars gave you a perfect view of what was around you. Various shoals of tang, some rockfish, oh a silky shark that’s nice, a pod of orcas….

Wait. Orcas?

You were violently thrown to the side with a scream of terror as the sub flipped nearly upside down. There wasn’t even a chance to right it properly before you got hit again from the opposite side, alarms blaring around you with various screens warning of damages to the outer hull.

“Nereus! Nereus, do you copy? What’s going on down there?!” Mac yelled through your earpiece as you struggled to take back control of your sub. “I think the orcas are pissed I’m in their territory!” You yelled back as you shot out of the tight circle the pod was forcing you in. “Crazy bastards just started ramming me out of nowhere, what gives?!”

A new voice joined the line. “If you can get an I.D. on them with the cam system we might be able to confirm the pod that’s been targeting local fishermen,” Jonas instructed. You almost sighed aloud with relief; his voice was one of the few things that could ground you quickly in a high-stress situation. “Doesn’t exactly surprise me that they decided to give you similar treatment, but that means you’ll need to hightail it out of there, you hear me?”

“What exactly is ‘similar-’ fuck!” You winced as two monitors suddenly cut to static at the same time as a heavy blow from underneath your tail. One of the orcas just took out your camera. “Yeah, no, fuck this, Mana 1 get ready to pick me up. I am NOT exiting this thing while it floats on the surface if they’re within fifty miles of me!”

“Jonas is on his way to provide cover, in the meantime drop flares and come straight up,” Mac ordered. “That’s your best bet right now.”

“Dropping flares!” You slammed a series of buttons in one go with your fist as you yanked down on a lever.

The water around you remained illuminated by your headlights only.

That. Fucking. Wire.

“Mana 1, flares didn’t drop, I’m a sitting duck out here!” You quickly scrambled out of the pilot’s seat to check the diagnostics panel. Flares, predator red beams, and ground stabilization gear were all out of commission, and none of the computer’s proposed solutions could be implemented while you were roughly 3,000 feet under the water and alone. The sub flipped again and you were thrown into the wall and onto the ceiling, groaning aloud with both pain and motion sickness.

“Nereus, I’m on my way. Less than a minute out to your position. Hold on for me.”

You were pretty sure that Jonas’s voice wasn’t supposed to sound as tinny and distant as it did.

Another vicious shake and a new set of alarms snapped you out of your stupor just in time to see an orca swimming past the front with a chunk of metal cutting up its mouth. “DANGER: HULL BREACH IMMINENT. IMPLOSION IMMINENT. SURFACE IMMEDIATELY.”

“Jonas, I don’t have a minute!” You cried, desperately mashing buttons at random in hopes that something, anything would finally work and get the pod off your back. “They’re doing too much damage, I’m gonna die to some fucking orcas with a vendetta against mankind!”

“Not on my fucking watch, you hear me?” Jonas snapped over the radio as if you weren’t currently experiencing life as a sad little shirt being tumbled violently in the world’s angriest washing machine. “We’re gettin’ you out of there, and if we take out a whale or two on the way then that’s fine by me.”

“Are orcas whales? Or are they dolphins?” You wondered aloud blithely. If you were going to go out with a bang, might as well consider one of life’s hardest questions!

A yelp escaped your mouth unbidden as the Nereus suddenly jerked again, this time from a force not belonging to the orcas as you shot upward through the ocean. Through the viewfinder, you could see the pod struggling to keep pace before eventually giving up and being swallowed by the inky darkness of the abyss. “All dolphins are whales, not all whales are dolphins. They’re whales. That answer your question?”

You sagged with relief in your chair, rubbing your temples in a vain attempt to soothe the glaring migraine you got from being thrown into metal so many times while alarms and flashing lights echoed all around you. “I guess, but it’s not as much fun as arguing loudly over a mess hall table just shouting ‘Dolphins! Whales! Dolphins! Whales!’ back and forth to each other.”

Jonas didn’t respond, only chuckled over the intercom as the light outside the sub rapidly grew stronger. Within no time at all you were being hoisted back into the safety of Mana 1 and pulled a bit unceremoniously out of the sub. From what little you could see as you were more or less dragged away against your will, you were just a couple of extra tears away from implosion.

Jesus. At least it would’ve been so quick you wouldn’t notice you died.

“There you are!”

You turned around to see Jonas sprinting toward you. Before you knew it, he had you swept up in his arms and pulled away from the small crowd that had gathered mostly out of nosiness rather than genuine ability to assist. His roughened hands clasped securely onto your face, his fingers pushing stray bits of hair back as he peered worryingly into your eyes. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Y’ve got a bit of a gash on your forehead, we should really get that checked out… any nausea, headaches, strains, pain from possible broken bones? Let me take a closer look at that… ooh, yeah, that might need stitches. Are you bleeding anywhere else?””

You blinked very fishily at him, barely able to move your lips with how he was holding your face, let alone really respond meaningfully. “Jhon’th’s,” you managed to get out. That was enough to snap him back to reality and back away a couple of quick steps, hiding his reddening face behind a cough into his elbow and a hasty glance out to the ocean. “Sorry,” he muttered, refusing to make eye contact as he gestured for you to follow him, “didn’t, uh, didn’t mean to… do that. Let’s get you to Dr. Heller, yeah? Yeah. Right. Can’t, uh, let you bleed out or… somethin’. Let’s go!”

If the sight of his bright ears as he strode ahead of you put an extra bounce in your step, he either didn’t notice or couldn’t bring himself to mention it.

#sighted #x reader #the meg #the meg x reader #jonas taylor #jonas taylor x reader

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the jonas taylor fic is posting tomorrow morning! hopefully it’s up to standard :] as promised i’ll get to work on the ghost headcanons next with my requests staying open!

#sniped #not writing #ahehehe i think it just barely cleared the 1.9k mark #i really tried to make it all work even after realizing that mana 1’s location by the trench ≠ safe orca diving depth but if we just #✨believe✨ in ourselves… i mean this IS a world where megs still live so. really i should get a pass at least 💀#me: i’ll write for ghost next #the worm that lives in my brain: write an alphabet post for jaxx. you know you want to. do it. do it now. do it.#me (tearing up): please i have to study for an exam tomorrow… i can’t even bring notes…#the worm that lives in my brain: 🔫 did i fucking stutter

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almost done with the jonas taylor one-shot :333 with luck i'll be able to post it tomorrow or the day after! next up will be ghost headcanons because my cod hyperfixation is returning slowly but surely </3

#sniped #not writing #x reader #the meg x reader #cod x reader #part of me whispers to finish it all and post it tonight but no. that's the devil speaking. i gotta go to bed because i gotta get up earlie #once i figured out a pretty solid idea on what to do this became super fun ehehehe >:3 currently looking at abouttt 1.2k words with where #it's currently sitting but will probs be more like 1.3k-1.4k by the time i wrap it all up in a neat bow and post it!

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jonas taylor anon i got your request and it has sparked SO much inspiration i will begin work on it asap >:]]] i’ll post your ask when it’s done with a link to the story!!

#sniped #not writing #WAHOO first request thank you!!! i’ll give the source material a review (to make sure the characterization is accurate ofc no other reason #def not also for the scene right after he gets out of the shower! and then i’ll get right on it :3

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currently working on two different headcanon posts, one for the expendables and one for cod! my requests are currently open if anyone wants to send in any other ideas for me to write about while i get those two done :]

#s/i #writing requests #self insert #f/o #fictional other #self insert community #fictional other community #sniped #not writing #not really sure what tags go on these tbh! i’ll probably figure it out in time

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Lee Christmas - "I'm Glad You're Home"

first fic on the blog wooo! this is for the expendables; i had to write the focus as being on lee for the perspective i wanted to tell so let me know if it works out or not from a reader's perspective! also shoutout to rebel-moons, he IS a cutie and i am now convinced that i have to watch the expendables 3 just for this scene. all my works are tagged with "#x reader" for quick filtering btw!

Prompt: “[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.” from “Reasons to Cup a Face” by @.soulpromptson pairing: lee christmas x gn!reader words: 1.7k requested: no

“Right, that’s it! I’m bailing on you fuckwads. Leaving this group forever. Cry and plead all you want, I’m done with you all.”

Shouts of protest immediately followed Lee’s words as he stood up. They were mostly along the lines of, “C’mon, Christmas, you only had to buy three rounds!” or “A real man would finish the game he started, not run out with his tail between his legs because he’s losing chips!” and “At least take a shower before you head back to your prettier half, you smell like you live in an abandoned sewer!”

Lee pried his knives out of the decorated board the group used for target practice, waving one about threateningly as he sheathed the others. “Y’better stow all that codswallop or I’ll really leave for good! Damn bastards, the lot of you, bleedin’ a poor man dry of all his finances with your rigged card games. There’s no reason why Gunnar should’ve won as much as he did, and you all know it!”

Gunnar made a show of ‘casually’ flexing his arms as he leaned back in his seat, Yin and Ceaser snickering to his left while Toll shook his head in silence to his right. “Can’t help being so good if all you’re gonna do is be shit at poker, Christmas,” he replied smugly before knocking back a beer and slamming it on the tabletop with a loud belch. “But maybe I’ll let you go without calling after your debt this time, just this once. I’m feeling generous tonight.”

“How kind of you,” Barney said dryly as he put away the whiskey glass he had been polishing, nodding to Lee as the man passed by. “You really should take a shower though. Can’t have you messing this one up just because you’re too lazy to get a little wet.”

The ground level of the hangout rang with laughter as Lee’s middle fingers disappeared around the corner to the bathrooms.

The hum of his motorcycle drowned out the nightlife of the city, and Lee’s thoughts drowned out the motorcycle. His eyes caught a glimpse of the low-hanging moon between the rapidly shrinking buildings behind him, storm clouds threatening to blot out the source of light.

His thoughts drifted back to the last time he’d come home to a partner after an extended mission.

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“Coming! Who is it?”

“You know, someday you’ll find a man who’ll be happy just to watch you sleep.”

Lee opened the screen door. Lacy quickly side-stepped through and shut it behind her. “Hi. I didn’t know you were back.” Lee tried to not let her lack of enthusiasm bother him. “Hey babe. Yeah, I just arrived.”

Lacy stayed firmly glued to the wall of the house. “Hey.”

“You look great.”

“I wish you would have called.”

Lee’s shoulders began to prickle uncomfortably. Years of combat had honed his attention to detail and body language, and something about her… everything was setting off alarm bells loud enough that he almost wondered if she could hear them. “Never been a good caller.”

“I haven’t heard from you in over a month,” Lacy pressed.

“Really?” Lee frowned. “Time flies, huh? Won’t happen again, sorry. But! I do have a surprise.” He held up a bottle of wine. “Rose-flavored, your favorite. And…” he fished around in his pocket briefly, “I did have something else for you.”

Lee missed Lacy’s glance through the open front door. “It’s something I picked up from Burma.” Triumphantly, he pulled out a ring box, holding it open so that the item inside could catch the light better. “It’s a ruby. It’s a good color, but it’s hard to see in this light.” His brows knitted as he stared a little harder at the ring. “This… kind of looked a little shinier when I bought it in the shop, you know? I—”

“Lace! Everything alright?”

Time stopped. A loud, perpetual ring almost drowned out Lacy’s response as Lee leaned around her to look at the source of the new voice: “Yeah. H-he’s a friend.”

The imposing figure in the hallway scowled, chest puffed out. “Kind of late. You got a name?”

Lee couldn’t hide his contempt even if he wanted to as his eyes met with his now ex-girlfriend’s. A million excuses flashed to the surface of her face and instantly withered upon meeting his look. “Friend. She just told you.”

———

The ducati’s tires screeched painfully loud in the whispers of the night. The rain-soaked pavement reflected red as cars droned on before returning to green after a lull in traffic.

It had been four years since that night. Four years, three months, and twenty-one days, if one wanted to be picky about it. Just over three years of swearing off of relationships, of casual dating, of one-night stands, of people in general. Lee Christmas didn’t need a partner; he had The Expendables. His brothers were all he’d ever need.

Until you came along.

A smile fought and won under Lee’s helmet as he turned a corner. The one time he lets the guys take him to a more public bar to get drunk off their asses, and you’re sitting there at the counter thanking the bartender handing you a finished drink. You chat with someone to your left, the stool to your right almost painfully vacant.

A hearty slap to the space between his shoulder blades was all the encouragement he needed to fill the spot, and the rest was history, really.

He’d gone on several missions since he started dating you, but this one was definitely the longest so far. He had to go radio silent for several months as opposed to just a couple of weeks, and even with notice given in advance of this, paranoia drifted in like a deceptively soft mist early in the morn.

Would you still be in your apartment? Would there be a stranger in your kitchen? Would you try to hide any signs of infidelity, or would you confess to them right away out of guilt?

“Lee!”

He barely had time to swing a leg over his bike and turn to face you before you slammed into him, nearly knocking over the ducati in the process. “You’re home! You’re finally home! You smell really good, too; did you get a new soap?”

Just like mist at the first rays of the sunrise, all doubt dissipated into nothingness as Lee hugged you back with a pressure strong enough to risk cracking a few ribs. “Aw, and here I was thinkin’ you enjoyed the peace of me being gone,” he grinned, holding you back at arms’ length. “Can’t decide if I’m hurt that I’m wrong or touched that I am.”

You wrinkled your nose up at him. “Lee, you ass, of course I missed you! Do you have any idea how long I’ve been stuck to the window? Practically duct-taped myself to it.” You shrugged one of his hands off of you to grasp it, stumbling over the stairs leading up to your apartment in your haste. “Come on, I have something I want to show you!”

Lee’s vision was briefly spotty with gently twinkling lights in the warm, dim atmosphere of the apartment as you pulled him in. All around him the general mood had been adjusted for something akin to a romantic night in without the pressure of having to say ‘yes’ to anything should one or both parties simply want to go to bed; a couple of candles burned on shelves, thin strings of lights edging the ceiling and walls bathed the world in their soft glow, new throw blankets were strategically placed on the couch, and a simple but jointly beloved meal waited in the dining room. “When did you think to do all of this?” The mercenary breathed, one hand reaching to touch a light bulb no bigger than his thumb’s nail. “I didn’t tell you when I was coming home; I thought it was a surprise.”

A grin tugged at his mouth as he watched you fiddle with your hands, indecision plainly written on your face before quickly giving up. “Well,” you began slowly, “I… might know a little birdie. And that little birdie might have told me a few days ago that you were probably coming back today, and they might have also told me when you left. So. Sorry to ruin your surprise with my own..?”

All Lee could do was blink at you, really.

His last partner had cheated on him for feeling neglected. Invited another man into the house and had been having a relationship with him for god knows how long instead of just calling things off.

And here you were. A new partner. A new home. A new start.

You saw several months of no contact and decided that you should make one of his favorite dinners and ensured the apartment was as welcoming and calm as you possibly could make it.

“...Lee? Is all of this… okay?”

He blinked twice more. His hands subconsciously rose to cradle your face, the size of them near suffocating were he not careful. “It’s more than okay,” he breathed, enraptured by the reflection of your work in your eyes. “It’s damn perfect. Thank you. I….” Lee swallowed thickly. Words of vulnerability didn’t come easy to him; they never really have. “I love it. I love you.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “Thank you.”

Your own hands came up to lace together behind his neck, keeping him steady. “Of course. Figured you deserved to be spoiled a little yourself after all you’ve done for me and the way you’ve looked coming back after your work trips.” You tilted your head back, lips nearly brushing his as they moved to speak. “Though I’m not above rescinding all the spoiling I had planned this evening if you let the food get cold much longer. If you’re not careful, I’ll start valuing my cooking above you.”

Lee’s hearty laughed pealed comfortingly in the walls of your home as you both made your way to the table to enjoy your first dinner together in months. “I’ll be sure to watch myself, then. Can’t let myself be usurped by an inanimate object, now can I?”

#x reader #the expendables x reader #lee christmas x reader #the expendables #lee christmas #self ship #fictional other

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REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

#word games #not writing

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