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#JJ Oliver x Anara
augment-techs · 2 years
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What Thoughts Come to Mind About Your Favorite Boom! Comics PR Ship (part 1)
Kim/Tommy: Puppy dog eyes from across the hall. Hair care routines. Boss girl and husband-wife. Promise rings. Getting ears pierced together at the mall and both getting an infection. Going to county fairs and participating in jam making or wine making and laughing like little loons when they get messy. Thinking that first love is a forever kind of thing. TomKat: Shared trauma inciting something of a protective nature. Falling asleep from exhaustion with their head on each other’s shoulder. Deep dislike for hypnosis or mind control as presented in movies--so they excuse themselves and go get more snacks at group outings. Coffee dates when studying at college that don’t feel romantic, but really nice. Calling each other at least once a week even when other sides of the country. Sort of just falling into romance by accident that felt totally natural. Jason/Trini/Zack: Shared tattoos in the shape of a lightning bolt with their shared Colors. Painting their shared living quarters together and trying not to trip over their draped furniture. Chores dealt out in order of ability--laundry, cooking, cleaning--unless there’s burnout approaching, in which they trade until equilibrium realigns. Sleeping together in a big bed in the middle of a warm summer day after making out for hours. The topic of children being discussed, but in a way that means they’ll never have any of their own--just fostering. Eating weird food from locations they’ve never visited and watching each other carefully in case there’s an allergy or bad reaction on the horizon. J.J./Anara: Back to back badasses. Late nights in a squad car scoping out a location and eating terrible food when joking about their commanding officers. Complete terror of the idea of the commitment involved in marriage as a legal necessity. Both being trans and hotter than anyone else they know but each other. Wanting tattoos, but both being terrified of needles so they decided to get exactly the same thing so they could hold hands between their chairs--a colored stripe down the spine, just between the shoulder blades, resembling a brush stroke, with darker stripes that will stand out more with age; autumn maple leaf for JJ and shiny green candy apple for Anara. Scorpina/Goldar: Ridiculous outfits for going undercover among the humans. No indoor voices. The smell of armor polish. Having much softer hair than they have any right to. Popping balloons with their fingernails at inappropriate times. Grossing out everyone they know when they act even remotely affectionate or...come out of their bedrooms without showering after a night together; ew. 
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augment-techs · 2 years
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From the supernatural prompt list either 80 or 4 I don’t care which for JJ Oliver
"This is only fair." "But you don't have to, J.J.," Anara sighed, with feeling and a wide grin over her face, trying not to pay too much attention to the looks they were getting from the other SPD operatives as they made their way from the decontamination tent. Their uniforms had been bagged and burned in the portable furnace, they'd both been hosed down with almost-too-hot water, their were dried and wiped down with something that smelled too much like a hospital that it set them both on edge. They'd each been given a pair of loose fitting grey pants that cinched at the waist like rope cord to dock boats, but when Anara had expected to be given a shirt, the decontamination operatives had been apologetic and clumsy to reply, "The group before you took the last shirts. We have bandages?" J.J. was rather fortunate that he'd grown up with an extended family used to these kinds of things. Working in solidarity to an awful situation, J.J. took a page out of his uncle Zack's book of anecdotes. Specifically the anecdote from around the time he and his aunt Violet had gotten into a similarly crappy situation and she had been a scintilla of a step away from crying. J.J. had snatched the circle of adhesive bandages from the operative, blocking the man's view of Anara with J.J.'s own wide back; his deft fingers had pulled, measured three inches, cut off four pieces. Well, no--eight. Four for Anara--stupefied at J.J. being completely calm as he stated facts about the dangers of wrapping bandages around ribs and breasts before placing the tape cuts over her breasts in an 'X' shape. Four for J.J. himself--he wasn't an exhibitionist, by any definition, and didn't like people he didn't know looking at him; but he wanted Anara to be comfortable as they walked barefoot up to their shared room. "Yes, I did," he answered back, breezy and honest, steering her away from a group of much younger cadets heading for the mess hall whose collective gaze seemed to mirror that same thought before looking away--or running away when they lingered a bit too long and J.J. showed off his favorite use of his Rest Bitchface. 'Why nipples?' They ignored them; Anara because she was too busy being proud of him, smiling wide as a Wonderland feline--J.J. because he was trying to will down the heat of red making its way along the back of his neck to circle around to his entire face. She wrapped an arm around his side, sliding her hand into his pocket to stay warm and comfortable in their shared embarrassment; glad that he mirrored her as they started up the two dozen flights of stairs that wouldn't be fun to walk, but allowed them a little quiet moment between their battle off world, their nudity from being deep cleaned like furniture, and thinking too much about what came next. Like of they should make their own dinner, or order out.
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