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#jax loves the crevice
vivaciousstuff · 4 months
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Just had a thought about childe having a mirror in front of his bed.
Like imagine this.
Childes hips rut against the skin of your ass, his rough pace having been a big feat over the way his balls heavy with cum would hit your sensitive clit over and over again.
He’d have you mewling and panting like an animal in heat underneath him, taking in the sight of how you arched your back for him—struggling to hold yourself up on your knees and elbows.
“mmfh~! C-can’t ‘jax!” You’d protest at him, despite loving the way he’d fuck you dumb as many times as he wanted too—because, he knew that no matter what, you’d let him use your pussy as many times as he’s so much as desires to.
“Y’sure you can’t give me another squirt angel? Hmm?” He’d grab your chin and lift you up from your position, holding you up on his arm and your knees alone as he made you face the reflection of you both naked and covered in sweat and archons knows whatever bodily fluids you’re sticky with.
“Y’sure this pretty girl can’t give me one more orgasm?” He’d fake pout and look at your reflection in the mirror, pressing desperate kisses onto your neck as his hips thrust up into your needy pussy slowly; patiently as he might wait for your answer.
“Okay.. one time..” you’d press your face against the crevice of his neck, letting out breathy moans as his pace picks—this time, rougher and sloppier than before.
He’d kiss you all over you neck and shoulder, groaning at the way your gummy walks would clench around him, sweet talking you through your orgasm and coaxing a pool of pleasure from where you and him connected.
“Made a mess f’me, good girl.” He’d move your chin to face yourself in the mirror, having you eye the mix of his cum and your juices dripping down both of your thighs and onto his sheets.
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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months
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TADC cast x fairy!reader
Hey anon I totally didnt accidentally post your ask before it was done being written and deleted it in a panic I promise that did not happen, if you happen to see this
Anyways
Uhuh
I never actually watched peter pan or any of the tinkerbell films(?????) So uh uh uh!!! I am yappin about stuff I'm not qualified for!!
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CAINE:
OOOOOH!! He thinks you look so so cute and pretty! You guys fly together and talk, I think that's nice! Absolutely does call you tinkerbell
Probably adds a quiet and sped up "trademark" when he calls you that
Is tinkerbell trademarked? I... actually dont know how trademarking works... I know how copyright works but uhuh
He makes you a garden in the digital world, makes it huge with the most exotic plants he can think of! ...some probably dont actually exist in the real world
POMNI:
Depending on if you're normal sized or on the shorter side, I think she would find comfort in knowing that theres another short person around... does not enjoy the dust you leave behind when you start flying, though, it feels like glitter... feels very
Gritty...
RAGATHA:
Honestly I love the idea that ragatha grew up on fairly tales
Princesses, monsters, snot course, fairies! So I think even if she doesnt remember her life in the real world, she finds a comfort in being around you!
Oh she thinks you're so so pretty... I think she would keep some of your dust and out it in some jewelry. Like a locket,.. I think thatd be cute esp if you two are together
She doesnt even wanna use it for anything, assuming the dust has actual properties that effect stuff.. she just thinks its pretty
JAX:
I hope you guys all know that when he calls you tinkerbell he doesnt mean it as a cute endearing lovey dovey couple name. At least not fully. Nah at least some of it is him messing with you
I think he harvests your dust and throws it at people
Pocket sand!/ref
Definitely makes fun of your height if you're short. You dont even have to be the shortest. In fact I think he might even exaggerate how short you are. Might even say you're shrinking
All in good fun, of course
KINGER:
Ah... a ruler and a "magical" creature... just like in the story books!
Probably treats you as if you were a real fairy, even though he likely knows you're not..
"My radiance," became you shimmer and glow thanks to your dust and "magic"
You know how some people write people absolutely fawning over beautiful mythical creatures that theyve just discovered?
That's kinger with you
GANGLE:
ZOOBLE:
Oncr again I am presenting the hc that zooble was into supernatural and mythological stuff before they got stuck in the digital circus, so they would definitely hold at least a little interest in your digital body... though I dont think they would like your dust, either, since it can get stuck in between their limbs and joints and crevices and
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You know?
Probably hits you with those lil handheld vacuum cleaners before you even enter their room
Nope, no dust today!
Its nothing against you personally, it's just so uncomfortable for them..!
Also thinks you're really pretty! Makes art for you and probably incioperates your dust into the art!
I think I mentioned this idea in... I dont remember if it was a winged reader or a bird reader or both.. but I said she incooperates the readers loose/fallen feathers into art gifts, like how people used to put the hair of their deceased loved ones in jewelry
Same thing here but of course you're not deceased!
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thisreadswhatever · 2 years
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The 401 Freeway
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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader
[wordcount]: 1.8k+
[summary]: what’s more boring then being stranded on the highway with jax teller?
[cw]: 18+ only, smut, car sex, pet names, public sex (kinda), overstimulation, possible grammar/spelling errors
[authors note]: this one shot is inspired by this request, thank you for sending it to me! not as angsty as i had wanted but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
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“I told you that we could’ve rode there.” You rolled your eyes, looking straight over the steering wheel into the road ahead. You’d argued about driving your car before you’d even left for the weekend. Jax was always pushing you to ride his bike, but after your brother’s accident years ago, you swore you never would again. “You know how I feel about riding, Jax.”
“I know I know.” He placed a reassuring hand on your thigh. “But one of these days you’re gonna have to get it over with, babe. Cant be anymore dangerous than driving this piece of junk.” He rolled the recliner back, lifting his feet on the dashboard and settling his dirt stained nikes along window.
“It got us out of Charming for the weekend so I’d say it holds up pretty well.”
“Well I certainly can’t complain about the driver.” He was peering through his lowered sunglasses, smiling right at you. It was hard to be annoyed at him when he looked at you that way. “Feet off the dash, passenger.” You slapped his jeans, forcing his legs back into the footwell. “Yes ma’am.”
Your goal of driving out to the coast for the weekend, as nice as it had been, was just to get some time away from Gemma. She’d been hounding you ever since you and Jax got back together. He could only wear her down so much, and he knew it too, Gemma was relentless. Even with her pulling at your last nerves, it took a lot to convince Jax to leave for the weekend, let alone let you drive. Things had been heating up at the club for some time, dealings that you shouldn’t even know of we’re starting to get out of hand. Jax knew getaways probably weren’t the best idea, but you would do anything to have a few days away from his overbearing mother, including a few promises, that you had indeed kept, of some hot sex on the beach.
“It should only be a few hours till we’re back. Why don’t you drop it off at the clubhouse and Chibs can have a look at it. See if we can fix it up.” Like he was cursing it as he spoke, suddenly the engine gave way, and no matter how hard you pushed the pedals beneath your feet there was no give. “Shit shit shit!”, you slapped the steering wheel with your palms. You managed to curb the car alongside the road before it came to a complete halt.
“What did I just call this?” Jax was overtly amused by the timing. “A piece of junk? Oh yeah, that’s right.”
“Ugh!” You hopped out the car and slammed the door, kicking the tires with all your might. “Piece of shit. You couldn’t just wait to fall apart!” You walked towards the front of the car, to a horrific smell of burning and smoke bellowing out of the crevices. And then you kicked the bumper of the car a little more.
Jax was watching you from a distance, cigarette in hand, amused at your tantrum. “Jax this isn’t fucking funny! Look at us, we’re fucking stranded!” You folded your arms like a spoilt teenager and stumped yourself down against the passenger door. “Our weekends fucking ruined.”
Jax walked over and sat down beside you, smushing his right leg against yours. “Relax, babe.” He nudged your shoulder with his. “I called the guys. Piney will be coming to get us in a few hours. Hopefully tow this thing back to the junkyard.” You scoffed at him, “Perfect, more biker boys.” You stood up, and leaned against the hood of the car. “What’s so wrong with a biker boy?”, Jax called to you, almost inviting you in his tone. “How about their inability to love a classic set of four wheels.”
He laughed at you as he stood up, crushing his cigarette beneath his sneaker. “Well, I got an idea of how we can use this four wheel death trap while we wait for the ‘biker boys’.”
He pulled you further from the hood, up the side of the drivers door, slightly out of view from traffic. He knew you’d thank him for that later on. For now though, all you could think of was the trailing of his fingers under your jeans, gripping your ass above your thong. You could feel the cold metal of his rings against your skin as he kneaded your flesh. “I’ve been wanting to rip these jeans off you since you put them on this morning, babe.”
He felt so good on you, peeling you back layer by layer, which he knew so well. “Turn around for me.” You did what he asked, turning so your chest was against the driver door. “Is this how you want me, Jax?” He grabbed yours wrists in response, putting both above your head, securing them to the roof of the car with one hand. You felt sticky underneath the California sunset, pinned up against your car like the whole world wasn’t driving past. Yet knowing this only seemed to turn you on more. “This is how I want you. So fucking hot like this.” You pushed your ass into him as far as your body would allow, feeling his grip tighten around your wrists. feeling his hard cock between you and your jeans.
Your cheeks smushed against the window. Jax buried his face into your neck, leaving red marks along the nape as he bit into your flesh. He carried his free hand under your button down shirt, and down your navel to your waistband, undoing the button. You moaned into the window as he slid your jeans down, exposing your ass to the entire 401 freeway.
Jax dug his face through the hair covering your ear, “You are the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” As he tugged at the fabric that further down your thighs. You buckled at his words, “Please fuck me already, Jax.”
He groaned at your begging, “You want me to fuck you here? With all these cars watching?” His hand was now toying with your entrance beneath your thong, feeling your slick mounting at his words.
Your knees were grinding up the side of the car as your body tried to find relief in his grasp. “God yes, fucking take me, please, Jax.” He smiled at your desperation,
“Anything for you, darlin’.”
Jax moved your thong so your pussy was exposed, you could feel the cool air hit your warmth. He continued to kiss your neck while he undid the button to his jeans. Never letting go of your hands above your head, he pulled his length from his boxers and teased you with the tip, sliding his arousal along your entrance. You whimpered at this sensation, desperate with anticipation. “Please - fuck. Please.” He pushed himself into you, slowly filling you with every inch of his cock.
Your wrists felt like weights above your head, making it difficult as you tried to push your ass against his hips, eager to feel all of him.
“Look at you, taking me so nice on the highway. All these people watching you get fucked like the good girl you are.” You melted at the words, the feeling of every car looking at you while they drove past.
You were so exposed, so vulnerable, and so full up all at the same time. You whimpered as Jax repeatedly pelted you with thrust after thrust.
The only distraction from the fullness was the moving of his free hand grasping your hips, pulling you deeper into euphoria. Sounds began to leave your mouth as you burned from the heat radiating between your hips, you tried to bite your arm to stop from screaming.
“Don’t stop, baby girl. I want to hear you.”
You began to lose composure and your knees became weak, harder to hold yourself up against him. You were sure if it wasn’t for the grip of your wrists you wouldn’t be able to stand.
His hand left the constant pulling of your hips and moved up along your back towards your chest, feeling under your shirt. He pulled the straps of your bra exposing your tits under the buttoned up blouse, forcing them against the car. You could feel the coolness of the glass amongst your shirt, brushing against your nipples.
It was all building, the fullness of Jax inside you, the sound of tires speeding past on the freeway, the weight of his hand mounting you to the roof of then car. Tears began to stream down your face as the sensation was overwhelming, pushing you closer to your finish.
Jax was tensing and hardening his thrusts into you, motivated at the cries that escaped your lips. He continued to slide into you, deepening further each time. “Fuck, Jax”, you choked on the words. “You gonna cum all over my cock?” You could feel control slipping through your limbs and you reached your climax, “mhmm. You’re going to make me cum all fucking over you.”
His head rolled back at your words unravelling him, feeling you tighten around his cock. “Taking me so good”, and it sent him over his peak, as he loaded you generously with his liquid, now dripping from the fullness.
He collapsed into you, letting go of your wrists as they fell to your sides. His mouth was to your ear, gnawing at you, as you both came down from your high. “You know you are so fucking delicious, babe.” He grazed down your ear to your neck, planting kisses on your exposed skin.
You turned to face him, leaning your bare ass against the driver side door, placing your lips on his.
“I wonder if we have enough time to see what we can do on the inside of the death trap.” He gripped your hair with his hands, smiling against your lips as he kissed you back.
“I like your thinking, babe.”
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survey--s · 7 months
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What does your town’s name begin with?  An M.
What number house do you live at?  Yeah, I'm not putting my house number on here, lol.
Are you a seafood fan?  It depends what time - I love clams, prawns, crab and lobster but I'm not a huge fan of mussels or oysters.
Do you prefer dark, brown or white chocolate?  Milk chocolate is my favourite closely followed by dark.
Give me a random word in another language. Tell me what it means.  Schokolade means chocolate in German.
Can you cook Thai food? Not without a recipe.
Do you get easter eggs at easter?  I normally buy myself one, yeah, but I don't really get given Easter eggs anymore as an adult.
How long does it roughly take you to do the weekly or bi weekly shopping?  I get an online shop once a week and it takes me about 15-20 minutes to put it all together and order it.
Who taught you the most valuable lesson in life and what was that lesson?  I honestly don't know. I can't think of one particular lesson that stands out to me more than any other.
Which city would you like to visit- Rome, Tunis, London, Madrid or Paris?  Madrid or Tunis as I've already visited the others several times over.
Would you rather visit Australia, Germany, Croatia or Jamaica?  Croatia. I have no real interest in visiting Jamaica and I've been to the others already.
Have you got perfect vision?  No, my eyesight is about -9 in both eyes -_-
What colour bedspread or blanket is on your bed now?  I just changed the sheets this morning actually - currently they're white sheets with pink & purple butterflies on them.
What colour is the door to your house?  Silver metal with privacy glass.
Would you prefer a pet rat, mouse, snake, lizard or spider?  A lizard or a snake maybe. Though I looked after some lizards recently and they ate live insects which freaked me out slightly, hahah. They were pretty cool animals though.
What song(s) do you put on repeat often?  At the moment it's Cinderella Snapped by Jax or Savage Daughter by Ekaterina someone or other. I can't spell her surname and I'm not even going to try lol. I believe she's Ukranian.
 How many letters long is your last name? Six. <–Same! <--- me too!
Can you play the violin? If not, would you like to?  No and no, not really, but I remember being jealous of my friends who took violin lessons when I was younger lol.
Can you keep a pokerface and not show your emotions easily? No - my emotions are written ALL over my face.
Are you a good liar (tell the truth this time)? Sometimes. It depends on the situation.
Are you wearing shoes, just socks or nothing on your feet?  I have bare feet at the moment.
What word or phrase is disgusting in your opinion and you hate hearing it?  I can't stand the worst moist.
Do you like the smell of a barbecue or bonfire?  Ooh, I absolutely love it. It reminds me of summer.
Do you prefer to write etc, ecetera or something else?  etc.
Do you think rainbows are pretty or overrated?  I love a rainbow.
Are your lips chapped?  Nope.
Have you ever fallen into a hole or crevice whilst hiking?  Not a major one, no.
Ever been quad biking? Was it any good? No, I've never been. I would if I was given the opportunity though.
What is different about you than others you hang out with?  I'm autistic.
Are you more skeptical or gullible?  Skeptical.
How often do you drink sodas or fizzy drinks?  Everyday.
How many cups of tea or coffee do you have a day?  Normally two cups of coffee and occasionally an iced coffee too.
Has anyone ever called you apathetic or unemotional?  Yes, and I certainly can be in some situations.
Favourite crisp/chip flavour?  Salt and vinegar, cheese, paprika.
Do you put salt and vinegar on your fries?  Yes, always. Especially if they're proper "chippy chips".
What accent is the sexiest?  Irish, Scottish, Australian.
Do you currently live in the same country you were born in?  Yes.
What’s your current mood?  Relaxed. Also surprised at how quickly my time off is going lol.
Do you struggle to articulate your thoughts and feelings?  Not on here, no, but I do struggle with it in real life sometimes.
A romantic meal, a trip to a theme park or go to a concert?  Theme park.
Prefer being in control in a team environment, helping out or taking orders?  I would just rather not be in a team environment lol.
Do you like carrot cake?  Yep, it's one of my favourites lol.
Don’t you hate it when people say ‘I don’t mean to be rude but…’? Especially considering 98% of the time they ARE trying to be rude?  No, because I say it all the time lol. I just think people are away too easy to take offence these days. I know that's an unpopular opinion though.
Would you say yes to a drink from a friend of a friend?  Yeah, if my friend was also there.
How good is your memory? Annoyingly good. I wish I found it easier to forget thing sometimes.
On a scale of 1-10 how was this survey? Did you enjoy it?  It was actually pretty good as there were a few decent and original questions - I'd say a seven.
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hotdamnhunnam · 2 years
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💦 Thirsty Thots 💦
what a view to wake up to…
Pairing / Warnings: Charlie Hunnam x Reader, rimming, as in reader is obsassed with Sir’s delicious ass and gives it a good worshipping 🍑🛐
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…… so liiiiike imagine you wake up in a hotel bed and the first thing you see standing there across the room is Charlie Hunnam naked.
And you see him from behind, as he’d just woken up to look outside the window and this view of him completely blows your mind... howww can you even fucking take it?!!?!??!
He’s a motherfucking statue. Even more so from the back view. When he’s in the role of Jax he looks so sexy with that huge reaper tattoo, but there’s something insanely beautiful about his bare back too. And how the curved line of his spine… leads to the crevice of his ass between two globes of muscle so sculpted it’s honestly divine… you suddenly fling yourself at him ‘cause it’s all that you can do.
Imagine kneeling down behind him to press kisses all across his meaty cheeks. Then shove your face into his crack and holy fuck he smells so good it makes you weak. Musky and masculine and rich… he reaches back to grab your head and push it deeper just to seal your fate as his asslicking bitch… you want to tell him that his asshole tastes like heaven but you’re too turned on to speak. He’s getting off too on the fact that you’re a kinky little freak.
You reach your hand around his hip to take his thick cock in your grip. Stroke him slowly from base to tip, slick with his precum as it drips. Your other hand plays lovingly with his big heavy balls, your every move making his sweaty sphincter throb and clench and pulse. His hole tightens around your tongue as you suck on it with your filthy slutty lips. Sir Hunnam’s godly gorgeous butt truly exists for you to worship.
You feel blessed to get to wake up to this view… and even more blessed that Sir lets you kiss and lick and suck his perfect fucking ass ‘cause this is honestly your favorite thing to do.
💦 💦 💦 💦 💦 💦 💦 💦 💦 💦 💦 💦 💦 💦 💦 💦 💦
I really hope y’all are enjoying these Thirsty Thots so far, and would love to hear from you if you are!! 🤗💖
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avengerscompound · 3 years
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The Tower: Happily Ever After - 5
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The Tower: Happily Ever After An Avengers Fanfic
Series Masterlist | Character Refrence PREVIOUS //
Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)
Word Count: 1601
Warnings:  Pregnancy
Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children.  Yet things aren’t perfect.  Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.
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Chapter 5: Farewell to Our Old Life
It was kind of strange how little there was to organize for us regarding our move.  There was packing, but we couldn’t exactly hire a moving truck so it needed to fit in bags that we could carry or it had to stay behind.  That was difficult.  We had had a long time to collect a lot of things we considered precious to us.  The glass artwork that Thor and I had inadvertently made on our honeymoon was the thing I wished we could bring the most.  It would stay in the fountain in the entry and hopefully, we’d come back sometimes and see it.
Thankfully, most of our things were fairly portable.  We also wouldn’t need a lot of clothes because Asgard would provide things more fitting for the palace, and it’s not like we would need any furniture.  Mostly it was just personal effects and tech that Tony wanted to use there.
Other than that it was just letting the doctors know I was leaving, pulling Marya out of school, and organizing the party.
It was still leaning on the stressful side though - especially considering we were still waiting to hear what the rest of the kids were going to do.
Even though Rose and Paul had appeared closest to deciding to come, it was Billy and Teddy who came back to us first with a yes.  They had also said they wanted to do a bonding ceremony when we were there, which added another level of excitement and another level of stress.
Rose and Paul came next.  They said that they would try it out and see.  The concern about their children’s lifespan was a big issue for them, but Paul also said he’d be crazy to give up at least trying to live on Asgard as actual royalty.
As expected it was Eddie who took the longest to decide.  He really did love his job, and I think even with his talk about having children, he, Lyra, and Rory were still right into the rich, young party lifestyle.  He was worried about what they’d lose going to Asgard, rather than focusing on the things he might gain. 
No one pressured him though.  Any questions the three had were answered as honestly as we could and if we didn’t know we’d send word back to Asgard and Loki would come and give the answers they were looking for if at all possible.  Eventually, he decided that he’d give it six months for us to settle and make sure things with Stark Industries and the Avengers was transitioning smoothly given our sudden departure, and then he and his family would join us there to try it out.  He mentioned maybe doing six months on each planet or returning to Earth for a month or two every year, but we were all just glad he was willing to try it out, and his delayed departure from Earth was a good idea.  He even promised to come and visit when his new siblings were born.
When our goodbye party began, the whole family was excited for this new chapter in our lives and sad to say goodbye to the last.
Many of our friends were elderly or had passed on, so the party was going to be a mixture of different people.  Clarke was still around, though Jax had passed a few years ago.  We’d lost Rhodey and Fury, though Hill was still running the day-to-day operations of the Avengers, even in her old age, and Coulson had retired after years as successfully being director of SHIELD.  Vision was the same as ever, and people often came to him for direction when it came to the Avengers.  Carol also hadn’t changed though she still spent more time in space than on Earth.  A lot of the people we had met that had seemed so young when we met them, were all not officially middle-aged.  Even Peter Parker who was only fifteen when I met him was now pushing fifty and had a wife and daughter of his own.
They would all be at the party, including a lot of the new Avengers lineup.  Most of whom were much heavier hitters than any of us, even when we were wielding Mjolnir.  It was definitely going to be sad to say goodbye.
“It’s going to be okay, you know?”  Wanda said, snapping me out of my mini-trance as she ran a brush methodically through my hair.
“No, I know,” I said, tilting my head back.
“Then tell your brain that,” she teased.
I giggled and leaned up and pecked her lips.  “I’m sorry.  I would if I could.  Just hormones I guess.  Feeling stressed.”
“Well, stop it,” she scolded playfully.  “It’s bad for the babies.”
She began to braid my hair and I hummed as her fingertips grazed over my scalp.  “Imagine it though, Elly,” Wanda said.  “All the kids nearby - the new babies.”
“You’re a baby-oholic,” I said, laughing softly.
“It’s true,” she says.  “I am.”
She ran a hand around my side and pressed it on my stomach.  “I can’t wait to meet them,” she said.  “They already have such busy thoughts.”
I looked up at her and I’m not sure whether it was the look of pure and complete love in her eyes or the way the light caught in her hair, but I was struck by how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.  She smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead.  “I love you too,” she said and picked up a strand of silver wire with black opal and threaded it into my hair.  “All done.”
I stood carefully and straightened out the skirts on my blue lace cocktail dress.  “How do I look?” I asked.
“Perfect as always,” she said.  “Let's go say goodbye to our friends.”
We made our way down to the party deck where the party was only just starting up.  Bruce, Steve, and Clint were all already there, but there was no sign of Tony, Natasha, Clint, Sam, Thor, or Bucky.
Some of our kids were there and their kids all played out in the garden atrium that was built on the protruding wing of the tower and the party deck opened out into.  I greeted everyone and as I made my way around the room more people arrived.
Clarke came over and tapped me on the shoulder.  I turned and smiled, hugging her tightly.  She had aged well, not as well as I had obviously, but while her face was lined and she was a little frailer looking, she had kept in good shape and she continued to color her hair.  It would be easy to think she was in her early fifties rather than her mid-seventies.  Her eyes were what gave it away.  What had once been vivid violet had faded to pale lavender and were slightly cloudy.  They were heavily lined at the corners, the years having carved deep crevices to mark each time she was happy or sad or angry or worried.  It was still my Clarke though and I was going to miss her.
“I can’t believe you’re not going to be here when these two are born,” she said, indicating to my stomach as we pulled apart.  She was one of the select group of people I would be totally fine with touching my stomach unasked - but she never assumed.  “Where am I going to get my baby kisses from?”
I laughed and shook my head.  “I guess you’ll have to visit me on Asgard.”
“You can do that?”  She asked.
“I mean… I’m the Queen.  I think I can pull some strings,” I teased.
She laughed.  “God, thinking of you as a Queen is such a trip.”
“Hey Auntie Clarke,” Billy said, appearing behind us.  “I haven’t seen you for a while.”
Clarke hugged him and looked around.  “It’s been too long.  Where are those kids of yours.”
“Come on, I’ll take you to them,” he looked over at me and narrowed his eyes.  “You go sit down, mom.  You know you’re supposed to be taking it easy.”
“I am taking it easy,” I argued, holding up my hands.  “I’m just standing here.”
“Go on,” he said.  “Don’t make me page Dad Tony.”
“Heaven forbid,” I laughed and he wrinkled his nose at me and led Clarke out to the atrium.  I got myself a little plate of appetizers and a glass of punch and went and took a seat.
It wasn’t long until the whole room was teeming with people.  The Avengers had gotten to be a rather large collection of people since the original six had been reluctantly dragged together all those years ago.  Having so many of the people who meant so much to all of us here at the same time couldn’t help but make me think about how I’d first joined this group that would one day be my family.
All those years ago I had been a traumatized woman in her mid-twenties, just trying to get by.  I didn’t have many good friends, because it took a lot for me to trust people.  It took a superhero to get through and with her, so many other people flooded in after.  I was so grateful to them, and so in love with each of them to this day.  It would be hard letting this life of ours go, but it was inevitable.  I still had my 9 chosen people though, and I always would.  I was glad to be taking this next step with them at my side.
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kazuichis-whore · 3 years
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Gundham x male!reader
Warnings: Death
Summary: Ya trying to get a date with Gundham <3
Sunflower Seeds
This takes place after the second class trial
You have had your eye on Gundham since you've all arrived at the island. Ever since the free times you've had, you always spent them with Gundham. If not Gunham, then Kazuichi, which made Kazuichi a bit upset since all I did was talk about Gundham, and Kazuichi wasn't really fond of him. Since the killings have started to happen, you've only grown closer to him and his 'Dark Devas of Destruction'. This wasn't the best for your heart, many times you thought it would explode when you were close to Gundham.
You see, you'd love to confess to Gundham, but you weren't entirely sure if he was into guys even in the slightest. You could just walk up to him and ask "Hey are you gay? Bi maybe?", but that is too straightforward and weird. So you settled on just keeping these feelings to yourself and just being a close friend of his. That is until Chiaki caught on to me.
It was a cool morning and everyone was either waking up or already heading to the restaurant. You had barely got out of your cottage before Chiaki got in your face.
"Hey, (Y/N). Can I ask you something? In private...", you hated that term, 'in private'. It usually meant that something bad was going to happen, but you trusted that Chiaki wouldn't say or do anything weird.
"Uhm... Sure. Come in" I moved aside so Chiaki could enter. She immediately cornered me. "Do you like Gundham?" She seemed so confident in the question. I was shocked and frozen, I studdered before I even got out a comprehensive sentence. "Whawhawahaa?! How... How did you know? Am I that obvious..?" She backed off with a soft smile. "No, it took me a while to figure it out. Your really good at hiding your romantic feelings. Anyway, Akane and I want to help you and Gundham get together."
"Thanks, Chiaki, but how are you two gonna do that??" There's no way that they could set us up, right? Dumb question. "Akane already found out Gundham is bisexual, but he only likes people he's known for a while and is close to, so you definitely have a chance with him. All I need to do now is convince him to go to the beach with you." What "Wait wait wait, how did you find out he's bi?" "Akane just asked and he was fine with answering" Of course they just asked.
"We can have you and Gundham meeting up at night and Akane and I could set up some lights in the sand and a picnic" Chiaki looked up as she was thinking out loud. "But what about Monomuka? We aren't allowed to be out of the hotel resort after 10 pm." She just smiled, "I'll appeal. He enjoys teen romance so there's a good chance that he'll let us all be out after the curfew", "How do you know he likes teen rom-", "That's not important right now, meet with Gundham at the beach around 10:30 pm." She seemed so determined. I agreed and we both made our way to the restaurant together
Of course, we were a little late. Gundham was the first to notice us, I think he was staring at the door... "The rest of the mortals are here." God his voice was hot. Kazuichi looked over at us "Finally! Gundham and Akane were about to go looking for you guys!" Man, did we take that long? oh. my. god. What the FUCK is that? I was about to say something before I saw this hideous tribute to our recently deceased friend, Mahiru. I was going to say something rude about it before Hajime grabbed my attention. He was signaling for me to be nice about it and that Hiyoko made it. I spoke with an unsure voice "Wooww that looks so coolll. Whoever made that is verryyy talented.". Hiyoko seemed to be satisfied with it. Good because that's all I got in me.
I made my way over to a table so I can eat. Gundham glanced over at me and continued to eat at his own table. It was a quiet morning, everyone must have still been tired. After we had all finished and left, I went to the supermarket to get some sunflower seeds for Gundham. Yesterday he helped me with a cow attack at the barn, so I wanna try to pay him back. It was a good thing he was looking for me anyway.
I still had some free time after I came back from getting the sunflower seeds. I decided to look for Gundham since I knew he was free most of the time. When I finally found him he was talking with Chiaki and Akane at Jaberwok Park, they must be talking to him about going to the beach with me. That also means I need to find someone else to talk to, I get really bored if I'm by myself for too long. I could either look for Kazuichi and look for things he can take apart or just go annoy Fuyuhiko. I'll look for Kazu, I don't feel like hearing boss baby yell at me.
I walked to the 3rd island and was on my way to Electric Ave. since that's become Kazu's new hangout. When I got there he was already digging around looking for anything to fidget with. Kazu is a nervous guy, so I understand if he wants something to with his hands constantly.
"Hey, Kazo! What 'cha lookin for today?" I asked as I leaned over his shoulder to see what he's grabbing. "Anything really. Although it would be nice to find something to corrode the cameras that Monokuma put everywhere. Hey, have you seen some yellow wires anywhere?" He stopped whatever he was doing to look at me. "No, but I think I saw some orange ones by the old game consoles", I pointed to the pile not too far away from me. "No no no, It has to be yellow, orange won't work with my current project." He went back to rummaging. "What are you working on?" I turned my head to the side, it's a bad habit. "I'm trying to make a phone, so we can call someone or something. At least be able to play some mobile games so I'm not so bored all the time." He was still digging around.
"Ok then, see ya! I'm gonna go find Chiaki or Akane, whoever comes first." I said turning away. All I heard was a very faint 'bye' from Kazuichi, he probably wasn't listening. Oh well, at least he said bye. I walked back to the resort where our cottages are. I must have lost at least 30 pounds from all the walking between islands. As I was walking past the farm, I saw Akane. I walked up to her to ask about Gundham and if he was going to the beach. "Heyyyy Akaneeee!" I tried to strike up a conversation since I'm not very good at it. "Oh, what's up (Y/N)?" She definitely knows how to match someones energy. "Sooo what did Gundham say?" I asked, slightly bouncing from excitement. Akane just deadpans "What?". "About the beach! What did Gundham say about going to the beach with me?". "OOOHHH, he said he'll go with ya, but you have to not force him to swim with you. Something about him poisoning the water from his skin? I don't really know, I wasn't really listening". "Oh, that's fine! I won't force him!" I beamed.
"By the way, he said he wants to talk to you about something. He's at his cottage if you wanna talk to him right now." Akane seemed to not be interested in anything she's saying. She probably agreed to help Chiaki only because she was bored. "OK! Thank you, byeee!" I turned around and hightailed out of the barn.
As I was making my way towards the resort gate, I heard Sonia scream at the supermarket. I left the gates and started booking towards the market. When I finally got there, I didn't see her anywhere. I started calling out to her and poking around every crevice of the store. When I finally found her, she was just standing in the back, perfectly fine from what I could see. "Sonia oh my god! What happened? I heard you scream, are you ok?" I was panting from the running and looking. She looked at me with a pang of guilt in her eyes. "I am sorry for scaring you (Y/N), but thank you for taking the time to find me." She looked down at her shoes. "Well yea of course, but why did you scream?" I tilted my head to the side again. "I am terribly sorry (Y/N), but I have a kingdom to lead and I need to get back, I'm sure you understand. Right?" She slowly started walking towards me. I saw a screwdriver in her hand, It looks like....Kazuichi's! How did she even get his screwdriver? Oh what am I thinking, she probably just asked for it while batting her lashes and Kazuichi just gave it to her.
I started to walk backward until I was fully against the door. I quickly started to feel for a handle and scrambled out, back to the isles. As I was running towards the door, I felt a stabbing pain at the back of my head. After, my body felt numb, as if I couldn't control it. I fell. The last thing I heard was the door opening, it was Gundham. "Hello? I heard a scream so- (Y/N)!!" I really hope he finds the sunflower seeds in my pocket. At least the last thing I saw was Gundham.
Mod Jax: HAH, yall probably thought you were gonna have a nice beach date with Gundham. Foolish. You don't get to have a happy ending. Anyway, this took a while ahaha. MAYbe I'll make a version where ya survive and get yer beach date, maybe I won't, idk yet. BUUUUT there is a 90% that I make a part 2 where it's the trial for your murder.
Todays message that ya probably need to hear
You're not responsible for someone else's mental health, fuck with yourself before you fuck with someone else
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chickadee-djarin · 4 years
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Novel 2, Excerpt 1
#that scifi wip
Date written: N/A. Date edited: 28 July 2020.
Word count: 788. Warnings: Implied PTSD.
A/N: I’m not sure when I wrote the original draft of this one, but it was mainly just dialogue. Even still, reading it felt like a small glimpse into the lives of (most of) my main cast in novel two - which will be all about that found family trope! So I really enjoyed working on this and actually filling it out a bit. Also, I included my sketches of the exterior and interior of OC Anna Marie’s ship at the end but fair warning: I am not an artist.
Additional A/N: Emryn (aged twelve) was named after my sister, Emily. She was pretty young when I left home to join the Navy, but we only grew closer over the six years that I served. She means the absolute world to me, and I cannot express how much our relationship means to me. I wanted to mention this because while the character of Emryn has long-since been cemented in my head as that of a genuinely good and kind, albeit snarky, genius mechanic of a kid - I could never settle on the right name for him. Until a few months ago when I was sitting at home one day and looked at my sister. And I knew ‘Emryn’ was just perfect.
Novel 2, Excerpt 1
“Hey, Em-” Anna poked her head into the engineering compartment. From the doorway, she could see tools scattered across the floor; pipes were dismantled; a crudely written sign had been stuck to one of the machines warning against touching it. Anna wasn’t even sure what that particular machine did, but the sight before her still put a frown on her face. “Emryn?”
Still no answer. She made her way deeper into the compartment, checking the lower level and all the small crevices she knew the boy liked to hide in. She’d often found him asleep, curled up in between low-humming components. He had admitted to finding comfort in the heat they provided. Anna understood all too well; the cool caress of space, of the planets they most often visited – they were painfully contrary to the desert planet she’d spent nine years of her life on. Axion had been the closest thing to a home-
‘Closest thing until now,’ she reminded herself, a small surge of contentment rising within her.
After checking every crevice, Anna moved through the empty cargo hold and up the stairs of the small ship. In the living area, there at the table surrounded by small parts, sat Emryn. He had his back to the kitchen, but paid her no attention as she took the seat diagonal to him. They were surrounded only by the sounds of the ship: the twin motors hummed below them; Jax could be heard occasionally flipping switches in the nearby cockpit; Emryn slipped and the gears shook loose in his hands. But no noise from the docks penetrated the starship.
Anna continued to watch the boy tinker. His focus was unwavering, but the mess below decks was disconcerting now that she had finally acquired the details of their next job. She desperately hoped Emryn’s work was only preventative.
“Hey, Emryn,” she finally spoke, picking up one of the various parts from the table. “I love that you’re just this genius kid mechanic and like, the only person in the Cloud to fully understand my ship – but could you not tear it apart before a job?”
Emryn paused his tinkering to look up at Anna. “First, I’m not a kid-”
“Yes, you are.” Liam had appeared from his cabin, moving to search the kitchen cabinets. His hair was untidy and deep circles still encompassed his eyes; he quietly cursed himself for struggling to adjust to the local time.
“-and second,” Emryn continued. “I’ve good reason to tear the ship apart.”
Anna kept her curses internal, instead replacing the part she had been inspecting. “For your own sake, you better.”
“I thought one of the main coolant pumps was leaking – and it is – but the fluid I found isn’t from the pump.”
“Do you know what it is from?”
“Not yet. I’ve got five more ideas, though.”
Liam took the seat beside Anna, a bowl of the previous nights leftovers in his hands. Despite his exhaustion, the topic of discussion had brought a clarity to his mind as he questioned the boy. “Coolant pumps are only connected to the engines, drive motors, and water regenerators. How could you have five ideas?”
“On Ax ships, the pumps are connected to much more – not just the engines, the motors and regenerators, but also the environmental controls, fire controls, even collision avoidance. Ax ships run hot, and the pumps are connected to everything.” Emryn had begun gesturing with the screwdriver in his hand and pointed it accusingly at Liam. “What did they teach you at Guardian-mechanic-school?”
Liam scowled, but quietly turned to pick at his leftovers.
“Can we get back to the part where you justify tearing apart my ship?” Anna said. “What does the leak mean?”
Emryn shrugged. “Dunno. Gotta find it first.”
“And the pump? You said that was leaking, too?”
“Yeah, but that was only a matter of tightening some fittings – already taken care of.”
Anna nodded but she, too, turned quiet as the boy returned to his tinkering. Mechanics was far from her area of expertise; she didn’t dare attempt to make sense of the issue or offer any aide. Instead, she turned her attention to the man beside her. She was comforted by the sight of him eating – she was well aware of Liam’s struggle to adjust his internal clock. They had been sent to numerous corners of the Cloud in their attempt to secure this job and the constant runs had left him tired and unsettled. And although he did not say it aloud, Anna knew what little sleep he was getting was once again fraught with nightmares. As he ate, she gently reached to tidy his hair.
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hope-ist · 4 years
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Seven O’ Clock
(A man is sitting on the floor of a small hall corridor while he bounces a neon pink tennis ball. He wears only underwear and a watch on his wrist. Morrisey’s ‘Mute Witness’ plays faintly in the background.)
“This is it then.” (A pause. He bounces the ball two times.) “This is the moment I was waiting for. You wanted silence, Jax. Well, now you’ve got it. ‘Listening to vinyl is better done alone. Nothing to appreciate Morrisey’s loneliness as much as being alone yourself.’ I guess I was right.” (He bounces the ball again. Catching it, he sees a faint pink hue on the dirty white wall.) “I guess I wasn’t aware of what being really, truly alone felt. The kind of alone where you’ve done the dishes to hear the water running. The kind of alone where you clean every surface in hopes that, soon there will be at least a fly crossing through this corridor. The kind of alone that, all you hear is Morrisey’s disdain and not his melody.
 I hate this so much. I’m tired of being tired. Tired of worrying for my family, (bounce ball) tired of berating myself for choosing not to be with my friends that last Friday (bounces get increasingly harder with every addition) Tired of doing the same thing every day, of seeing people outside when they clearly shouldn’t be. Tired of this political system. Tired of hearing my friends cry to me through the phone because they fear their favorite uncle now has the sickness. (lets the ball bounce aimlessly down the corridor)“I wake up, have coffee, look for the album of the day, open the computer, work, and suddenly it’s seven o’clock at night. 
Would Seneca be proud of how I’m spending my time? He wouldn’t call me lazy… Would he? It would be funny to see such a figure in a moment like this one, he would probably be the one doing all these “productivity challenges”. Hell, he’d be the one designing them. I shouldn’t care about it, but I also have nothing else to care about. (He looks at his watch) seven o’clock once again. It’s relentless, Time. It doesn’t stop for anything; it just keeps going without even thinking about me and how everyone is ruled by it completely. How everything revolves around Time and how it’s affected by it. I can understand how Seneca would be obsessed with making the most of it. (Glances at watch) and I’ve wasted two minutes of my time thinking about Time. I’ve never stared so hard at walls as in these moments. How, later, my vision becomes blurry from seeing white so intently, for so long. Then I lower my vision to the ground only to see the tiles blend into one another. It’s magic.
(He stands up and looks for sweatpants to put on) Clothes are different now as well. I knew there were going out clothes and staying in clothes, I just didn’t know I spent so much of my closet trying to dress for others, instead of dressing to feel more comfortable in my own home. No one is here and will not be for a long time, no one will see. Closing the windows is second nature by now, after seeing the sunrise the first thing to do is close the blinds. Children always try to communicate with their neighbors; I wish to be sad and semi naked, comfortably. (He sits on the floor again, next to his Vitrola player) Lightbulbs take a millisecond to turn on after you’ve hit the switch. Especially in the bathroom, if it’s one of those ceiling fans with light. LED Christmas lights aren’t really meant to be for Christmas, they’re far too beautiful to only have on a month a year. The microwave light is another story, their secret is that they’re only meant to be on at night. That’s when the living space wakes up. The fridge lights, the microwave flashing Seneca’s beloved numbers, the Wifi router flashing its lights announcing that the kids next door cracked the password again, everything speaks when we’re meant to sleep. Damn, the kids cracked the password again. I’ll have to hand it to them; they might even be more bored than me. Corners have stories of their own now, or they’ve always had their own story. Each one has a different perspective in this place. One sees me work, the other sees me change, another one gives me the perfect crevice to hide my dead plants when my parents come over. Each and every one hears my vinyl with me and reacts to the music by singing it back to me. The power outlets have a whole world inside of them. They’ve literally powered me through this time. Without them I wouldn’t be able to power my computer to keep my work up to date, wouldn’t be able to charge my phone and see my friends through a screen. Wouldn’t have been able to send that ‘I love you’ text that I regret so much. 
I was right… Morrisey is better listened to in loneliness, only this isn’t loneliness anymore.”
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SOUL OF STARS (HEART OF IRON #2) BY ASHLEY POSTON – ONE OF MY MOST ANTICIPATED 2019 RELEASES (REVIEW)
Overall: 4.5/5 Stars Characters: 4/5 Setting: 5/5 Writing: 5/5 Plot and Themes: 4/5 Awesomeness Factor: 4.5/5 Review in a Nutshell: Soul of Stars is an out-of-this-world sequel. And I’m not sorry for that pun.
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“Love was stubborn, and love was impatient, and thoughtless and self-centered and vainglorius. It hid in the crevices of your soul when you thought it had run away, and it never left– like a scar: deep and ugly and enduring.”
Release Date: 7/23/2019 Publisher: Balzer + Bray Page Count: 400 pages Premise: Soul of Stars takes place several months after the heartbreaking events of Heart of Iron. Our main characters are still trying to deal with what happened (honestly, so am I), all while trying to save their friend and the kingdom.
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WRITING & SETTING
The one thing I love about this series is just how easy it is to be immersed in the world and the writing. There’s no slowly adapting to this new galaxy, instead, you’re thrown in and are easily able to understand all of it. The writing in Soul of Stars is just as good as Heart of Iron, if not better. There are a few fun references hidden in the book that made me so happy when I found them (including an “In A Crowd of Thousands” reference that killed me). The setting is also fantastic, and this book definitely builds on the galaxy that was established in the first book in fantastic ways.
PLOT
This book had it’s work cut out for itself, having to tie up all of the loose ends from Heart of Iron while still matching the fun and adventurous tone… and it definitely succeeded. Soul of Stars is full of action and adventure. This book has plenty of plot twists and reveals (although they are a little predictable) , as well as a crazy fast past. There was something always happening and a few other things building up in the background. That said, sometimes it can feel a little too fast with no moments of rest. Also, while I liked the ending, I just wanted a little more. I needed just a few more pages for the ending to be perfect. However, I guess that isn’t the worst thing to want after finishing a book.
CHARACTERS
This book is a perfect mix of characters I’d die for, and characters I don’t really care much about. To be honest, that has to do with Heart of Iron. The first book made me love some characters, while other characters and relationships felt a little too rushed or sidelined, and now this book pays the price of that. There were definitely a few moments that didn’t have the emotional impact they could have because I just didn’t have that strong of a connection to the characters.
Despite that, I still adore most of the characters in this book and find them pretty well written (if not amazingly written). I mean, Di is just my favorite (I guess I can’t say person?) thing ever, and this book made me love his character even more. Ana, Robb, and Jax are all amazing as well, I just pick favorites. This book definitely gave me more of an appreciation for Robb and Siege than the first book did.
One thing I really loved in this book is that it isn’t solely up to a bunch of teenagers to save the universe. While I don’t hate when that is the case, it was really refreshing to see these teens being helped out by actual adults and having decent family relationships (I just love the found-family trope). Also, did I mention all of the queer characters in the book? Because oh boy are they there and I am so happy. There are a few lgbtq+ relationships plus a nonbinary character!!
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CONCLUSION
Pros- Great & diverse characters, interesting world, perfect resolution Cons- Struggled connecting with some characters, I needed more! Overall- 4.5/5 stars.  Soul of Stars was absolutely worth the wait. This book will tear your heart out (if Heart of Iron didn’t already) and have you wanting more.
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nedyma · 6 years
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Steelwave OTP asks pt. 4/4
16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?
Mick is a chill drunk, most of the time. Other times he’s out searching for a fight. So he sits back and rests in a chair while he observes everyone around him.
When Nate does decide to drink, Pretty usually has his face close, with his warm breath ghosting across Mick’s face. He tilts his head back and forth as he talks, and his eyes are almost always drawn to Mick’s lips.
Mick still remembers the first time Nate drunkenly sauntered up to him. He was expecting filthy talk, but he should have known better.
Nate got close and had said: “You know what I want to do to you?”
And Mick had shifted because he could already feel heat traveling south. But he gave a small jerk of his chin for Nate to continue.
“I want to…” Nate breathes as he seems to take a moment to relish the thought. “Hold your hand and kiss you, and then we could go back to my room and take a really nice nap. Then when we wake up I’d make you breakfast.”
Mick’s eyes had widened, having been caught off guard for the first time in years. A slow smile curled on his face and a low laugh escaped him. “You want to take a nap?”
Nate groaned at the thought, nodding. “Yeah, I’m exhausted.”
Mick stood up, set his beer down, and wrapped his arm around Nate’s shoulders to guide him out of the bar. “Let’s get you back to the ship, Pretty.”
17) Who is more protective?
Would you fucking believe they both look out for each other? Somehow it becomes the most natural thing. When they’re out in the field they both have this general sense of where the other is. Plus, it’s like that drawn comic of the friends trying to protect each other from a bullet and they just end up wrapping around one another.
18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?
Nate does. Nate loves to talk and he knows that it can help Mick sleep. So he rambles and rambles, and even when he knows that Mick’s breathing is too even to be awake, Nate continues to talk.
19) Who drives and who has the window seat?
Mick drives because Nate gets too fucking distracted and excited by things. So he lets Nate ride in the passenger seat to appreciate everything passing by. Nate does too, “oh-ing”and “aw-ing” over the landscapes. Mick loves it.
20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?
Going to previous answers, Mick has a hard time sleeping, so usually Nate curls up in his lap and can fall asleep within minutes. So he wraps his arms around Nate, always loving the weight of Nate’s head in the crevice of his neck, and carries him back to their room.
21) Who cuts the others hair?
This question made me laugh because… well, Mick has no hair and Nate cares too much about his hair to let Mick at it. So neither!
22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?
Sexting isn’t their style. Mick can barely send a reply as is, so he’s definitely not going to sit down and write up a smutty romance novel.
Nate’s the one always sending encouraging messages. About how handsome Mick is, about how good he is, about how he loves Mick’s smile, about how he hopes Mick has a good day.
23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?
Holy crap, I may have answered this previously in the one who sleeps on the couch after an argument but it’s fucking Mick. He’s constantly beating himself up about the bad things he’s done, and forgiveness is such a foreign term, and not something he deserves anyway.
Regardless, he still fears the day that Nate comes to his senses and decides he could find something better. Sometimes this causes him to grow distant. His mind starts running with too many thoughts and it’s easier for Mick to be by himself when he has these stupid thoughts. Although that only makes him feel worse because he’s the one causing problems and messing things up.
Nate picks up on them pretty quickly though. He finds Mick quickly and guides Mick’s head to his chest. He’s the one that soothes Mick and lets him know that he is loved and cared for and he might continue to have those thoughts but that he wants Mick to talk to him.
24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?
It’s late and the rest of the team is asleep but Mick went into the kitchen for a snack and Nate had come in, bleary and rubbing at his eyes sleepily. He shuffled his feet across the floor until he came over to Mick and plopped his head right on Mick’s chest.
Mick finished his food, even giving sleepy Nate a bite. Then they stood there in a comfortable silence, until Mick broke it by requesting Gideon to play a song. Something Mick remembers his mom playing in the kitchen. He remembers stepping up on her feet and hugging her legs as she shuffled them back and forth.
He decided to do that with Nate, who huffed out tiredly but smiled against Mick’s shirt.
Also, Mick’s definitely the one who picks Nate up. He gets passionate after missions, and if they’re successful Nate usually runs towards him. Nate jumps, so Mick wraps his arms just below Nate’s rump. Nate cups Mick’s face and they kiss and embrace in victory.
25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?
Mick. No other comment necessary. But usually Nate just rolls his eyes.
26) Who kissed first?
I think it was pretty mutual. They were some time in the future and were sharing a hotel room. They were in a skyscraper that had a gorgeous view, and Mick was already out on the balcony. His arms were spread out, hands resting against the barrier. Nate came up beside him, silently resting his hand on top of MIck’s.
Mick didn’t startle, but he did lift his gaze. He was tired, exhausted. He had a bruised cheekbone from a punch he received earlier. He twisted his hand and captured Nate’s to pull him in closer.
Slowly, the two edged their lips closer and closer until the gap was gone. Nate was pleasnatly surprised with how soft Mick’s lips were, although there was the scratch of Mick’s stubble against his face.
27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?
Mick’s hungry at all times so of course he’s the one ordering food at two in the morning. But Nate usually comes out and joins him because he’s also a hungry boy and he loves spending time with Mick, even if that means being curled up on the couch and eating Chinese.
Nate sometimes goes a few nights without sleep, especially when he’s focused on a mission and he’s trying pinpoint the anachronisms/so forth. So he completely loses track of time so then it’s suddenly dark and Nate’s feeling paranoid so he calls for Mick.
28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?
Nate is a doof who tries to get into the mindset of some of the historical figures he either studies or are lucky enough to meet. There’s one case where they meet Shakespeare and suddenly Nate’s trying to right poems and sonnets and they’re mostly all about Mick.
Once he gets out of this fixation he tries to hide them away but of course Jax finds them and makes sure to show Ray, and then Sara, and then Zari and Amaya and then to strengthen Nate’s humiliation, Mick.
Mick only ends up pulling him into a hug, even though Nate grimaces and tries to pull away. Mick presses a sloppy kiss to Nate’s cheek.
“You’re a big old sap.” Mick jokes, but he’s looking at Nate with love in his eyes so Nate can bear the blush and his laughing teammates.
29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?
Mick… might not always think. It’s not exactly about impressing Nate. Or so he tells himself. But he visited Haircut in the lab and then they were throwing ideas around and Ray got excited and they were modifying Mick’s gun and then there was a tiny explosion.
Nate was there in an instant, cursing Ray and Mick as he helped limp them both to the Medbay.
30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?
Mick wasn’t really embarrassed about his glasses, but he did feel like it was conceding defeat. To age, to health. Whatever. He only wore them when he was in the confines of his own room and ready to read. But then he slipped up and he forgot to take them off when he met the rest of the Team on the bridge and they all grew silent.
Mick pursed his lips in confusion, turning his gaze over to Nate who had pink cheeks and his lips parted.
“What are you all idiots staring at?” Mick grunted.
“You wear glasses.” Nate had muttered.
“You look good.” Amaya shrugs. “Apparently Nathaniel thinks so too.”
Nate had turned to glare at Amaya, feeling slight betrayal, but then the rest of the team laughed and things grew normal again, but Mick could still feel Nate glimpsing at him out of the corner of his eye.
Later, Nate had clambered into Mick’s lap and forced Mick to put the book down. He was full of compliments regarding Mick’s glasses.
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JAX POV:
His voice was as sharp and demanding as the others were. My hands trembled. My lips quivered. This sensation would consistently arouse me. The man indicated by gesturing for me to remove my body accentuating dress, where underneath a matching black-lacy lingerie set clung just as the dress had. . The man began by taking pictures as I posed ever so sensual for him. This wasn't a trophy for him, no, it was a trophy for me. A trophy to throw in the ever so perfect Caly's face. I posed this way and that way. Making sure no crevice was unturned.
He forced me against the wall where I was told not to move an inch.
“Why are you like this?” Caly screamed at the other voice inside of her head. “Stop it!” 'Why did she love the compliance? Why did she like submitting to every man’s desire?' Caly thought as she surrendered herself, finding her own little corner in the back of their shared mind. She didn’t want to be conscious and see the perversion of Jacqueline’s behavior.
The other voice inside Jax’s mind wasn’t a hindrance, but more so an amplifier for her actions.
The man’s hand had a slight twitch before raising it to grab my face, where a smirk had been revealed. “I told you not to do that.” He said, his voice booming in the quiet hotel room. His control was overwhelming, but eventually I submitted to his every need, every desire, in every spot in that dirty old hotel room.
Just like Caly knew I would.
[ To be continued.... ]
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