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nineinchnailpolish · 9 months

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Stacee Jaxx x GN Reader

Warnings: kissing, smut, nsfw

Pairing: Stacee Jaxx x GN Reader

Word Count: 1239

A/N: This is my first smut i’m posting on tumblr, so who knows if it’s good. I feel uncomfortable writing words during the smut stuff, so sorry it’s only description 😭

Stacee comes out of his room to grab some more alcohol when he notices you walk in the bar. He feels an insane amount of lust and slowly walks over to you.

All the girls fan over him, fainting and grabbing at his body. He throws them off him, walking to you, checking out your body.

“Hey…you should come to my room, we can have some alcohol. It would be…fun” he talked slowly and seductively.

Your eyes widen at Stacee’s words as you blush.

Stacee Jaxx has been your idol for years, but you never thought he would invite you to his room! Waves of excitement and thrill pumped through your blood.

“i- yeah that sounds like fun” you say shyly, smiling at Stacee.

Stacee smirks, his eyes fixated on you as he motions for you to follow him. He leads you down a dimly lit hallway, the throbbing bass of the music shaking the walls. You can hear the distant roar of the crowd, signaling that the show is about to start.

With every step, the air feels thicker, filled with anticipation and desire. Stacee opens the door to his room, revealing a space adorned with rock 'n' roll memorabilia and lit by the soft glow of red lights. The scent of stale cigarettes and musky cologne lingers in the air.

He walks over to his monkey, ‘Hey man’, and grabs a bottle of whiskey. He doesn’t bother grabbing glasses.

He struts over to the couch and sits down by you, manspreading as he takes a swig of the whiskey. He puts his hand out with the bottle, motioning for you to take a drink.

You mumble a thank you and take the bottle, making a face when you drink it. He chuckles at you, watching intently as you take a sip, the cool liquid sliding down your throat. The tension in the room becomes palpable, the lust and attraction between you practically crackling in the air.

Stacee moves closer, pressing his body against yours, his hand trailing up the side of your waist. His touch is electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. He leans in, his lips hovering dangerously close to your ear as he whispers, his voice low and husky.

“So, what’s your name darling~? Realize I haven’t asked yet” He trails his fingers along your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You can barely concentrate on his question when he is touching your body.

You clear your throat, “My…my name is y/n” you turn your face to him, blushing.

“y/n…” The name rolls off his tongue a couple times, he smiles as he does so. His hand goes to your face and cups your cheek, leaning closer to your face.

“You’re not like the others y/n…there is something special about you. Something intriguing. I want to explore it if you’ll let me” He asks, caressing your face softly.

“I want to…yes Stacee, please” You move your lips to his, kissing him hard and passionately and you grip his jacket. The world seems to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating taste and warmth of his mouth.

Stacee's other hand travels down your body, his touch tracing a map of pleasure along your skin. His fingers find their way beneath your clothes, exploring the contours of your body with a deliberate eagerness. Every stroke and caress sends surges of pleasure through your veins, igniting a fiery desire within you.

Without breaking the kiss, he leads you to the bed, where he begins to undress you slowly, piece by piece. His eyes devour your exposed skin, his touch leaving a burning trail in its wake. As your bodies intertwine, his hands gripping your hips, he sinks into the depths of your desires, losing himself in the passionate embrace.

“Shit baby…so tight” He grunts out, pounding into you like the beat of the music outside.

Stacee's hunger is insatiable, his hands gripping and caressing every inch of your body, his lips exploring every sensitive spot.

“Stacee! More please~” You beg, scratching up his back as he bruises up your hips.

As Stacee's lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses and marks, he takes control once more. He flips you over onto your stomach, his hands gripping your hips firmly. His touch is demanding yet surprisingly gentle, his fingers tracing the curves of your back.

With a possessive growl, he positions himself behind you, his arousal pressing against your thigh. He enters you slowly, filling you completely with each thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, a melding of pleasure and pain that sends waves of ecstasy coursing through your body.

The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the rhythmic slapping of your bodies together. Stacee's grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts becoming more urgent and forceful. He drives you to the edge of bliss, the tension building unbearably until you both reach the peak of pleasure.

As you climax together, your bodies convulsing in ripples of ecstasy, time seems to stand still. The sweaty bodies collapse onto the bed, panting and gasping for air. Stacee pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

You become surprised Stacee isn’t just kicking you out of his room, but actually holding you. You take advantage of this moment and snuggle into his shoulder.

“that…that was amazing” You say, exhaustion in your breath.

He smirks to himself, knowing he did a good job by noticing you’re out of breath. “Yeah it was…” he murmurs, his voice filled with a rare tenderness.

He shifts slightly, still holding you close as his fingers trace patterns lazily on your bare skin. The room is filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the distant sound of the crowd and the soft beating of your hearts.

Though that quietness is interrupted when Stacee’s manager barges in.

“Stacee, come on come on! get up! you are about to perform in 10 minutes” he notices you in the bed with stacee, smirking.

“Oh, I didn't know ya had company…but just hurry up and get dressed, you dog! I’ll be waiting for you outside your room” He leaves, shutting the door and sighing to himself.

You blush with embarrassment, being caught. You and Stacee are still naked and his manager saw-

Stacee chuckles softly, his amusement evident in his voice as he places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, y/n," he says, his voice filled with a newfound tenderness. "He's used to these things happening."

He quickly gets up from the bed, retrieving his clothes from a nearby chair. With an effortless grace, he begins dressing himself, not seeming to mind the interruption in the slightest.

As he finishes buttoning up his shirt, he stands before you, offering you a warm smile. "I need to go perform now, but I want you to know that this isn't over. I want to see you after the show, darling."

He walks over to you, pressing a needy kiss to your lips before hurrying towards the door. "Stay here as long as you like, or come and enjoy music” He winks. “We'll talk more when I’m done."

With that, he leaves the room, leaving you to process the whirlwind of emotions that have taken hold of you. Despite the unexpected interruption, you can't help but feel a glimmer of hope for what lies ahead.

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thefandomwritersblog · 1 year

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A special shoutout to @souls-that-have-senses for your wonderful Beta reading. Your suggestions and edits are a gift and make editing a breeze rather than a stress. Also another special shoutout to @Nyxianthe as well, your help with the issues I was having with the first part of the chapter was invaluable!

I meant to get this out sooner, but the Tuesday before Thanksgiving I caught the flu. It knocked me off my feet for like two weeks, and it was very hard to string two thoughts together let alone two sentences lol. I hope this was all worth the wait however! Enjoy!

Ghost of the Ten Horizon: Forbidden West Hekarro x Fem!Old One OC Action/Adventure/Hurt/Comfort/Romance Chapter 4

Part 1: Tomb of the Ten ~~

I never see what has been done; I only see what remains to be done." - Marie Curie

The quiet was so thick it could have been chiseled out of the metal around them. It was the kind of silence that seemed to be sown into the room's very pores, as if it had always been there. Hekarro lingered at the rear of the chamber, watching Beta nibble on the pad of her thumb as she contemplated the tomb. Aloy and Kotallo remained motionless at her side, seemingly oblivious to the rest of the room.

Although they looked alike in every way, Beta and Aloy were as different as night and day.

Aloy was not the type to back down from any challenge, eager to take control regardless of whether it was needed from her or not. She was fierce and obstinate, unyielding to a fault. She would achieve her goals by any means necessary, often in creative ways that left her audience stunned. All commendable qualities that, had she been Tenakth, would have more than earned her the right to command her own squad within the tribe.

Beta on the other hand, was more cautious, more risk-averse than her sister. Yet beneath that quiet exterior lay a restless intellect that was unnerving in its perceptiveness. As if she was content to let events unfold further before reacting, all the better to gain an advantage. Even if Beta didn't realize it, Hekarro knew that she was displaying the thinking of a master tactician.

For all their differences, however, they were two halves of a whole. Together they were stronger and more capable than each could ever be alone.

"Beta," Aloy put out a gentle hand on her sister's shoulder and asked, "what do you need us to do?"

It took a minute for Beta to respond, tapping her Focus and saying, "I need you to run to the Zenith Base. There's a lab there with cutting-edge medicine I can use. I'll need it once I begin the thawing process." She then turned to Kotallo and asked, “If I send you a list of machine parts, can you get them for me?”

“Consider it done.” With a short, quick salute, Kotallo swept past Hekarro and left, his footsteps echoing and fading into the darkness with a steely determination.

“I’ll return soon.” Aloy promised before she scurried after Kotallo. Hekarro watched her retreating figure before he too joined Beta in her silent vigil. She stood still, her gaze fixed on the tomb before them. From his peripheral view, Hekarro tried to study her delicate features. To pinpoint her mood or at least decipher her thoughts. Yet, all he could make out was the overwhelming drone of the machines.

“Do you need anything from me, Beta?” Hekarro asked in an attempt to fill the silence.

The young woman shrugged. “Not that I can think of. It's going to take some time for Aloy and Kotallo to return with the resources I need, and I can't risk unfreezing the Old One without them," she explained, casually gesturing to the tomb, "but first, I need to restore the stasis system. Luckily, it's nothing beyond repair, but I still need it corrected to safely defrost your guest."

Hekarro looked ahead stoically, his lips tugging downward in a sympathetic frown.

“This is no small task,” he said with a grim shake of his head, “and I do not envy you for it.” She said nothing to that, and he turned to look at her with a questioning gaze. “Does it frighten you?”

Beta met his stare, and there her eyes revealed the strain of her thoughts—the single-minded determination to triumph, regardless of the risks. Hekarro huffed at that; perhaps Aloy and her sister were more alike in personality than he’d initially thought.

“The only thing that frightens me is what failure means for this Old One. One miscalculation or error on my part, and she's dead. A piece of human history forever lost because of me. I can’t–” she hesitated and turned away in embarrassment, wringing her hands with an inaudible murmur under her breath, “-I can’t fail her.”

“Fail who?” Hekarro asked, and he watched her intently but did not dare to move as Beta sighed and turned her gaze to the ceiling.

"I'm not sure what Aloy told you about us, but," she started, "we’re clones– copies– of an Old One named Elisabet Sobeck, each designed to rebuild and control the terraforming system she died for. A dream that was polluted by a narcissistic egomaniac trying to play God. Aloy has given so much to protect what is left of that dream—to protect GAIA and the Earth, but this Old One…”

“You believe this woman is the last hope humanity has to live up to that dream,” Hekarro concluded, looking at Beta, who nodded. “It hardly seems fair for us to expect that much from one person. To bear such a burden while having no say in the matter."

Tears glistened on Beta’s cheeks, and her lips trembled. She swallowed hard, her throat clicking in the silence of the room, as she tried to find the right words.

"You're right… I can't believe I almost… I didn't mean to—". She gave him a faint nod, her lips pressed together and a sad look in her pale green eyes. He watched as she slowly approached the Old One, a hand extended. Her fingertips brushed against the smooth surface of the tomb, and a sigh escaped her lungs. "I have to wake her because it's the right thing to do. Nothing more, nothing less."

She turned to look at him again, and a warm smile spread across her face. "Thank you. I needed to hear that."

Hekarro nodded; he had no idea what internal struggle Beta was going through, and she had chosen not to share it with him. Rather than press her for answers, he decided to bow his head in farewell.

"I'm afraid I must leave you for the time being, Beta," he said, clasping his hands behind his back. "However, if you need me, find one of the guards, and I will return as soon as possible."

She nodded and said, “I will, and thank you again, Chief Hekarro.”

After following its lengthy tunnels back towards the ruined arena, Hekarro soon emerged from the underground, his eyes adjusting to the daylight. The sky was a deep azure sheet of blue that stretched from horizon to horizon, with not a cloud in sight. He turned his face toward the sun, feeling its warmth on his skin. There was a strong scent of summer orchids in the air, barely masking the smell of food wafting from the Maw's kitchens. Around him, the arena was filled with the sounds of the Oseram laborers. They yelled and bantered as they worked; some hammering away at the stone while others carted away piles of debris.

And in the midst of it all, Petra stood firm and proud, her voice echoing like thunder through the arena and above the din of her clansmen. Her face was a mask of joy the moment she locked eyes with him, and before he could take a breath she all but sprinted across the arena floor to greet him.

“Hey there, Chief!” she called happily. “Busy morning?”

“You could say that,” Hekarro deadpanned, tiredly amused by the fire of this Oseram woman. She grinned up at him, and he barely bit back the chuckle in his chest, "I assume you have something you want to discuss with me?”

She gave him a wink. “What gave it away?”

He cast a sharp glance at the large leatherbound book tucked beneath her arm. Petra laughed, opened the book, and turned it toward him to show him sketches of the arena from different angles across several pages. Along the outline of the sketches and in the margins of the pages, he spotted several numbers and glyphs.

“You Tenakth have yourself a fortress here, and you’ve done pretty well to keep it from completely falling apart over the last twenty years.”

Hekarro cocked a brow. “But?”

"Wood only lasts so long," Petra explained solemnly, a small frown on her face, "and the machines are getting nastier by the year. Reinforcing the underground tunnels is a good idea, but it won't matter if the next Tremortusk flattens the place.”

“And so you drafted plans to reconstruct the arena?”

"That I did!" she beamed up at him, clearly pleased with herself. “It’s not a small job by any means, and the work would require a lot of patience on both sides, but I think it’s possible.”

“And you did this of your own volition?” Hekarro asked. “No one asked you to do this?”

Petra appeared to be largely oblivious to his obvious confusion as she pointed out key details in her sketches:

“We’ll need to start with digging out a secure base. Ten, maybe fifteen feet deep." She began, thumbing her chin as her eyes flicked up to survey the broken stone walls, "If I can swing it, I may be able to put steel supports down there to help keep everything in place."

She flipped to another page and gestured to more of her sketches, every little detail seemingly planned out, "Once that's all finished up, we'd start with restoring the broken walls. I’ve already scouted out a good spot for a quarry nearby, so we should be able to find decent stone for restoration. After that, we'd replace the wooden supports you have with steel ones."

Hekarro considered her for a moment longer before he huffed softly under his breath. "This is all well and good, Forgewoman, and make no mistake, I do not make it a habit of disregarding a blessing when it presents itself, but I do have to inquire as to why you would do this of your own free will. Especially when it has been made clear that the Oseram have done little to impress me thus far."

Petra shot him a cheeky grin and nudged him in the arm, “You know what, Chief, you’re an honest man, and I appreciate that. The least I could do is be just as honest with you, and the simple fact is that this place is a damn hazard. If I walked away without at least trying to keep it intact, I'd kick myself if something happened. It also helps that Aloy likes you all, and I trust her when she says that you're good people.”

He took one last glance at her sketches. While he was no expert on the matter, Hekarro knew this was no small endeavor she was planning, as it would take months before the final work was completed. Maybe even years. He did not enjoy the idea of the Oseram within the Grove for so long, given past experiences the Tenakth had with the Outlanders.

“You’ve given me much to consider,“ Hekarro admitted, "and I would ask that you allow me time to think this over.”

"I get you, Chief Hekarro," she said, snapping her book shut and tucking it safely back under her arm. "You know where to find me when you’ve made your decision."

Petra waved farewell with a gleaming smile and an eager stride. Hekarro smiled, then turned and climbed the nearby ramp to return to the arena's walls. Upon reaching the overlook, he paused to survey the structure below, and the sight sent despair shuddering through his veins. Even from his vantage point, Hekarro could see that it was shattered with crumbling stones scattered amongst the wreckage.

"Blood of the Ten, Hekarro," Dekka said as she joined him on the overlook, almost startling him if it hadn’t been for the telling sound of her footsteps upon the ancient stone. "I swear, every time I see you, your frown deepens. If you're not careful, you'll end up with wrinkles like mine."

Her attempt at humor drew a chuckle from him, and his worries seemed to vanish, if only for a few seconds. "Do you need something, or did you just seek me out to harass me?”

"I consider it my sacred duty to harass you," Dekka said with a smile before patting his arm gently. “I like to think it keeps you humble.”

Hekarro wanted to roll his eyes, but found himself in a mix of frustration and amusement instead.

Dekka let out a hearty laugh, nudging him in the arm before she finally composed herself. “Some guests have just arrived at the Grove asking for an audience with you,” she continued. “They are waiting for you in the throne room.”

“As you say, Chaplain.” Hekarro spun around, curious as to who had sought him out. Even though it seemed to happen more often in recent years, outsiders didn't often seek an audience with him. Dekka, on the other hand, didn't seem overly concerned, which gave him some modicum of comfort. He navigated the rear corridors to get from the overlook to the throne room, rounding the shimmering visions that surrounded his throne, and he paused in pleasant surprise at the pair of Utaru lingering in the room.

Hekarro soon found himself in the old warrior's tight embrace, a small grin spreading across his face as he drew back to clasp the man's shoulders.

"It's good to see you, Jaxx," he said, giving the man a quick once-over. “You look well.”

Jaxx chuckled and squeezed his arm tight. “You as well, old friend.”

Hekarro hadn't seen Jaxx since the Red Raids, when the Tenakth had invaded Barren Light and destroyed it. He remembered Jaxx then, standing tall and fearless alongside the Utaru youth, raising their weapons to fight back against the invaders. Yet there was no mistaking the streaks of gray in Jaxx's hair or the wrinkles that now showed on his weathered face, signs of the years that had passed since that fateful day.

Hekarro’s sharp gaze fell upon a young man who lingered just behind Jaxx. He was no older than seventeen or eighteen years old, his face a mask of curiosity and excitement. He craned his neck to watch the two closely, but there was an awkwardness to his posture that beseeched Hekarro to offer him a small smile. An old, well-worn bow was slung across his back, a heavy quiver at his side, and even his armor seemed weathered from use and age.

Jaxx noticed his interest and was quick to pull back to the young man’s side to bring him front and center.

“Chief Hekarro,” It was hard to mistake the pride in his tone, “this is my grandson, Lekku.”

He was taken aback, humbled and yet pleased, as the young man bowed to him in respect,

“I am humbled to be in your presence, Chief Hekarro,” he said with a playful smile, looking over to his grandfather. “Especially after hearing all about you in my grandfather’s stories.”

Hekarro chuckled, amused that he was the center of so many tales these days. “It is good to see you, old friend, and you honor me by bringing your grandson to meet me, but the Grove is not an easy walk from Plainsong. What is it you seek from me?”

Jaxx nodded. “Keen as always, Chief Hekarro, but as you said, it’s been quite a long trip.” Looking over at Lekku, he said with a smile, “I think we’d both appreciate some time to rest.”

“You are both welcome here and are free to roam the Maw,” Hekarro assured warmly, "but I would advise you to avoid the arena for the time being; with recent happenings, it is not safe. I will talk to Chaplain Dekka to see if room can be made in the barracks for you both.”

"As you say, Chief Hekarro," Jaxx saluted before turning to clasp his grandson's shoulders. He gently guided them down the stairs towards the Hall of Visions, his voice barely above a whisper. “Come, there is much to show you about our history.”

Hekarro stood there with his hands clasped behind him as the two of them walked away. He watched until both of their shadows disappeared over the threshold of the archway. Only once they were out of sight did he breathe a sigh of relief. He felt a sudden presence at his side and turned to meet Dekka’s questioning gaze. He couldn’t help but offer her a helpless shrug in reply,

“I am unsure as to what it is he wants,” he muttered. Dekka frowned at that,

“A request from Plainsong, perhaps? Jaxx is one of the last living veterans we sent them, so it stands to reason that the Chorus would have him deliver whatever proposal they have in mind."

“A likely possibility.” Hekarro hummed softly under his breath before he shook his head. “Regardless, they are to remain here as my guests. Have room made for them in the barracks.”

“It's already taken care of, Chief Hekarro,” Dekka said, not meeting his eyes as she shifted her gaze to the ground. With a couple of steps, she closed the distance between them, speaking in a hushed voice as she asked, “What of Aloy's sister? Has she found out anything more about our other ‘guest’?”

All at once, Hekarro felt all his tension and anxiety solidify in his shoulders. Wordlessly, he turned to walk to his throne and sit upon it in thoughtful silence. Dekka, ever patient, waited at the foot of the small step as she looked up at him.

“After speaking with Beta, it is increasingly clear that, despite being frozen in time, this Old One is incredibly lucky to be alive,” he spoke after a moment of solemn silence.

Dekka nodded with a frown. “Have you decided what to do with her?”

“I have,” he said, letting out a weary sigh. “This finding puts me in an uncomfortable position. On the one hand, I don’t know this woman. I don’t know her beliefs, or her principles. I can’t guarantee that she won’t turn on us once she is awakened. For this reason alone, I am half tempted to keep her asleep.”

“But?”

"Keeping her frozen is an unjust punishment that is ultimately unfair to a woman who I believe is innocent in all of this." Dekka blinked, but before she could so much as voice her confusion, Hekarro continued. "Anne spoke of duty and selfishness in her last testament. How she predicted this woman's emotions. Does this sound like someone who purposefully chose to sleep for a thousand years, Chaplain?"

“It does not,” she admitted before fixing him with a stern eye. “You understand that there are consequences to these actions, that once she is awake it is unlikely we can put her back to sleep?”

“I do, Chaplain. It has crossed my mind several times that this Old One could very well harm us just as easily as she could help us, but Marshal Kotallo made a good point about the consequences of keeping her frozen. If we are the ones to wake her, we are the ones to have better control of the outcome.”

“And what if it is not enough?” Dekka questioned, and all at once the room seemed to grow cold. “What if, despite all of our best efforts, this Old One does become a threat? Are you willing to kill Anne Faraday’s daughter to protect our people?”

Unbidden, his eyes turned to the final message of Anne Faraday. Her plea for peace rang as clear as the day he first saw her vision in the Grove. She was the reason the Tenakth stood as they did today, and she had given her life for her daughter, whose fate now rested in his hands. As hard as the question was, and even if she herself believed the woman innocent, Dekka was still right in asking it. After all, it was her duty to safeguard and guide the Tenakth.

And Hekarro gave her a single, resolute nod.

“Progeny or not, if this woman makes herself a threat, I will protect my tribe.”

The field is engulfed in a roaring inferno of flames that lick at the sky, the thick blanket of smoke so dense it forces the poisonous air into her lungs and makes it near impossible to breathe. The smell of burning metal and death fills the air as the once golden reeds are reduced to blackened dust beneath her knees. The sharp wind howls, stirring the ashes into a frenzied dance before the gathering storm clouds above her. Before her lies the broken body of the stallion, once wild and free, now nothing more than a charred skeleton. There is no beauty or majesty here, only the oppressive feeling of death that looms over her like a shroud.

She clamps her eyelids shut, desperately trying to make the nightmare disappear. When she forces them open she finds herself back home. Instead of the warmth of familiarity, her soul is wracked with terror. The house which was once a glorious symphony of music and laughter lays silent and still. With a fear that tightens her chest she pads through the house, passing through the doorways in search of her family. But all is empty and quiet. The worry constricting her veins, she finds the front door wide open, yet for some unexplainable reason she can’t seem to move away from the threshold, and she forces herself through it with a heaviness in her heart. The Faraday ranch lies quiet before her, filled with death and destruction in every corner. Cattle lay lifeless across the plains, their stillness almost peaceful despite the carnage.

Tears stream down her face as she looks on in abject terror. Her gut churns with an icy chill and her throat tightens, unable to make a sound. Glancing to the right, she spots the porch swing which holds the eerily still figures of her mama and papa, their hands clasped in an unyielding grip, a frozen tableau of loss trapped in time.

Desperate to escape this nightmare, she spins and runs only to find herself trapped in a metal encasement. She slams her fists against the metal prison as she screams in rage. The sound echoes in hollow reverberations around her and through the glass where a blurry face remains unmoved. She still recognizes the figure, however, and she feels the indignant anger rise in her chest.

This isn’t fair!

This isn’t what she wanted!

But her desperate cries fall on deaf ears, and the silhouette of her heartless mother starts to drift away. Her chest constricts, tears burst from her eyes. As if in a trance, a sinister mist swirls around her, consuming her in its icy depths until she can barely remember her own name.

Was this death? A dream? Some terrible space in between, caught in an endless loop of pain and terror she’ll never escape from? If she closes her eyes, will she ever be able to see her family again?

She just wants to be with them again…

If there is a god in the universe, she prays, please just let her feel their embrace one last time…

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norastarighet · 4 months

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The Legendary Heroes

Acá tenemos a un grupo de 6 que parecen solo adolescentes pero son mucho más que eso . Son bastante agradables y están todos juntos luchando por el bien mayor del mundo .

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snipetooth · 5 months

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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.

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