3. Who do you WANT to see you naked? For Gavin and Nines
Gavin: I mean, hell. anyone else who wants to, I guess?? I’m not picky. you wanna see my dick, baby, it is right here ;)
(Nines doesn’t really want to see me naked, ‘cause like, it’s not sexual for him. if you’re walking down the street and some guy says “hey rate my dick!” and whips it out, you go “ew look at that abused naked mole rat!” because that’s what dicks just look like when you’re not in a sexy mood. and since he’s ace, I guess all dicks look like that at all times, forever)
(he says mine is “familiar” and “safe” though, and he does like stripping me naked so I “can’t restrict his access” to me. oh nooo like I’m gonna hide my precious human-data. I’m hard. that’s the data. newsflash asshole, I’m always hard when you’re around!!)
Nines: No one.
Regardless, Detective Reed does have permission as my partner. Cleaning, maintenance, and repairs occasionally require the removal of clothing, and he is allowed to stay and assist with these tasks.
(He is very skilled at washing and brushing my hair.)
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“You seriously expect me to believe you’ve never done thisbefore?”
“Do you know how much you’re messing up your neck and backby sitting like that?”
I glanced up from my embroidery, finding Julian staring atme with a distinctly unimpressed expression. “What’s that, my dear?”
He snorted, leaning over to palpate the back of my neck. “Ican feel how tense you are even through your scales. It’s no wonder you’realways complaining about aches.”
“This is fine, detailed work.” I returned to my stitching,irritated at his criticism. “It’s important that I pay close attention.”
“Does paying attention require terrible posture?”
“You are in a snarky mood today, aren’t you?” I deliberatelybent even close to my sewing, knowing how much that would vex him.
“Garak, you’re making my back hurt just by watching you.” Heran his hand down along my spine, still making regular disapproving sounds.“You know what, this is ridiculous. You’re not gonna be able to move tomorrowif we don’t loosen this up.”
“And what would you recommend?” I gave him a suggestivelook, and he blushed.
“Maybe we can do something a little more active later,” hechuckled, taking my embroidery away and setting it on the table.
“Julian! I simply mustfinish that tonight,” I protested. “Chalan needs that dress by tomorrow.”
“Well, you can finish it after.” He grasped my hand, drawingme along with him to the bedroom.
Suspicious, I paused in the doorway. “And what exactly arewe doing now, if the ‘activities’ are supposed to take place later?”
“I’m giving you a massage.”
My mind went blank with shock for a moment. “You’re givingme a what?”
“A massage.” He went to the replicator, getting some kind ofoil. “Can you lay down on your stomach for me?”
I continued to stare at him, still thrown completely offguard. A massage?
“Elim?” He tilted his head, looking concerned now. “May Igive you a massage? Is that all right?”
“Oh. Yes. Yes, I suppose so.” Unsure why I was so intenselyunsettled by the concept, I stripped down and took my place on the bed.“Apologies for my reticence. I’m afraid I’ve never been given a massagebefore.”
“Wait, really?” He took a seat beside me, opening a jar andrubbing the oil between his hands to warm it. “You seriously expect me tobelieve you’ve never done this before?”
“Quite.” I flinched slightly as soon as Julian touched myback, and he paused.
“Elim, are you sure this is okay? I think it’s actuallymaking you even more tense.”
Despite my brain screaming at me to flee, that this wasunsafe, that I had my back exposed… I made an attempt to calm myself. “Yes, I’msure. I’m just a bit jumpy.”
“Why?” He rubbed my back, keeping his touch light and gentle.“You know I’d never hurt you, right?”
His sweet concern helped to ease my anxiety, and I closed myeyes with a smile. “I do know that, beloved. This is simply an extremelyvulnerable position, and that sort of thing was strongly discouraged in mytraining.”
“We’ve been having sex for months. That’s not a vulnerableposition?” Julian’s tone remained kind, curious, which encouraged me to givehim a proper response rather than deflecting as I normally would have done.
“That’s different in that it’s an activity, and doesn’tgenerally involve… well, relaxing like this.” I shook my head, frustrated withmy inability to adequately describe the distinction. “That’s not quite it.”
“Getting a massage requires being somewhat passive, not tomention trusting someone not to stab you in the back the second you let yourguard down,” Julian remarked, slightly increasing his pressure. “And I know howdifficult trust is for you.”
“I suppose that’s it, yet.” I drew a long breath and thenreleased it, allowing myself relax somewhat. “It also requires trusting someoneto make sure that no one else stabs you in the back.”
He gave a soft chuckle, bending to press a kiss to my head.“I promise not to let anyone stab you, Elim.”
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“Did you know that you flinch every time you lie?”
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Garak gave a soft sigh, studying the terrain ahead of us.“This really is almost the ideal ambush location. I’d prefer a bit more cover,personally, but this will do.”
“Mm.” I took a seat behind what cover we did have, staringdown at my phaser rifle. This entire situation just made me feel sick.Ambushing a bunch of soldiers going through withdrawal?
Noting my lack of enthusiasm, he crouched beside me. “Mydear Doctor, you’ve been rather quiet since we departed camp. Are you upsetwith me for what I said during the discussion about the battle? I know I cameacross rather harshly about the so-called ‘rules of war’.”
“I’m not upset with you.” I scuffed at the ground with myboot, deeply uneasy.
“Did you know that you flinch every time you lie?”
I looked up to find Garak watching me with somethingbordering on amusement. That brought my aggravation to the fore, and I turnedaway. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready to murder a bunch of soldiers orsomething?”
“Julian, have you forgotten that the Dominion is trying toexterminate us? It’s hardly–” He cut himself off with a huff. “Well, if you’redetermined to think that of me, who am I to argue with you? It’s not as thoughI haven’t murdered anyone priorto this.”
“It’s not about that, Garak.” Recognizing that he wasgenuinely hurt by my words, I moved closer and brushed my shoulder against his.“It’s not even about you, not really.”
“Dearest one, I can hardly blame you for finding thissituation… distasteful.” He exhaled slowly, craning his neck to check aroundthe boulders for our adversaries. He didn’t seem unsettled at all, just alertand focused. “The fact remains that we areat war, and that these Jem’Hadar will kill us if we don’t kill them first. It’snot a question of morals at this point. It’s a question of survival.”
“I know all that.” I leaned my head back against the rock,closing my eyes. “I just don’t like it, that’s all.”
“And you do understand my point about the rules making itmore difficult to win?”
“I understand your point. Doesn’t mean I agree with it.”
Garak made a soft sound of disbelief. “It seems exposure toCardassian ideology and literature has taught you very little. Would you stillcling to those Federation ideals even if it meant extermination?”
“Do we really need to have this conversation right now?” I turnedto look at him again and saw that he was gazing intently at me with an oddexpression. “What?”
With a slight shake of his head, he patted my shoulder. “Oh,my dear, naïve boy,” he sighed. “I do worry about you, you know. I’d hate tosee those ideals of yours end in your demise.”
This was an old, old argument, one we’d had so many timesthat I’d honestly lost count. “Just be careful, okay?” I offered my hand, andhe took it. “If you’re so worried about me, you’d better not get shot. What’llhappen if you’re not around to protect me from my ideals?”
His eyes brightened with amusement, and he inclined hishead. “Well, in the event that I am shot, I trust you to nurse me back tohealth.”
ameerawritesstuff replied to your post: ppl rag on move along home but move along home is...
Also, like, Trek has always had those dumb silly episodes. Shore Leave is RIDICULOUS. DS9 gets so much shit for their funny episodes and it’s so unfair
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Garak did make his clothes though
But did he design them? I honestly don’t recall. Did Quark bring in PADDs with Ferengi high fashion magazines for Garak to copy? Did he make his own drawings with Nog’s school supplies?
Or did Garak actually design all those glorious technicolor tailcoats, but then when making his own outfits went “you know what I should look like? Literal fruit”.
5. What is the perfect environment for you to write in?
College classes. At a desk job. Somewhere you have to be, with a notebook or a computer, that you can’t leave, but isn’t mentally intensive. College classes were great for writing for me because the secret about college classes is: all of that information is in the book! yes that’s right!! those words up there on the powerpoint presentation in little bulleted phrases are actually explained much better in the textbook that you were already required to buy and read
(my salt here is at the professor’s mandatory attendance policies and insisting that their lectures provided new information [this was a lie] and not at people who need lectures / auditory input to learn well. I’m shaming the professors for thinking listening to a lecture is THE singular way to learn, not shaming people who learn differently than I do. my whole point is that people can learn differently, and if a student can learn well by reading the book, then the lecture is unnecessary)
anyway!
Somewhere you have to be, with a notebook or a computer, that you can’t leave, but isn’t mentally intensive.
10. Answered in another ask
30. Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.
I still have about four or five left in my reed900 series lol
But for other fandoms--I really want to write a Witcher fic for Geraskier! how they get together on the road, Geralt being a big buff pretty sub, Geralt accepting that he’s an idiot (and a sub), Geralt accepting LOVE, Jaskier being the one to love and take care of him, Jaskier being both a BAMF and a little shit and also a trans man because I’m trans and I said so
I have two fully written songs for this hypothetical series, that would be what Jaskier writes within the fics, and drafts for four more!
I’ve Never Seen a Witcher (complete)
bitches always act like they don’t see witchers when one needs an inn or a meal, but then a monster comes along and ... well! sorry folks, I guess you just missed him!! :)
also,, NO mister officer, I’ve never seen that witcher before in my life!! and we definitely don’t fuck :) :)
Ride On (complete)
you say you don’t love me, you think you can’t love anyone, but I still love you anyway, so ride on and maybe one day the road will bring you home
Down to the River
if you break my fucking heart I swear to god I will drown myself in the river and leave a message for you to meet me there, so if you ever realize your mistake and come back wanting what we had, you’ll only find my grave and then YOU’LL BE SAD TOO BITCH
Watch in Wonder
I watched and loved you from afar (and yet so near) for so long, but I’m going to move on now, and maybe now you’ll realize what you lost and watch ME with unrequited yearning
There’s Always More Scorpions in the Desert
if you’re the miserable sort of cunt to hurt someone and then sneer that life is just hard that way, I’m gonna stab you in the fucking neck with a scorpion, show up looking hot at your funeral, and inherit all your money
BITCH
But What About Spring?
OK, life really does suck and it’s awful, but the world still turns, and now it’s spring. there’s always still good things, in the exact same way there are bad things, but you’ll never see the good if you keep sulking in that stupid cabin so get your ass outside!!
5. If i entered your room right this second, would i see anything concerning?
uh yeah my dick probably. and how big it is. totally big--no don’t compare it to all the dildos, those are novelty items so they’re supposed to be unrealistic
