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Q had been putting off the idea of swimming, despite accepting the offers for any other 'life experience' Alex offered him at this point, until it was finally too warm and he had to admit that water would be nice. He'd actually meant a glass of water but that was apparently not the offer. With a pair of freshly bought shorts and a t-shirt he wasn't overly eager to remove, Q had been sitting with his legs in the water as he watched Alex swim with obvious fondness. "Come here?" He asked quietly, waiting for Alex to pull himself up beside him onto the deck. "Just stay there, if I start sinking you have to pull me out." Q ordered with as much firmness as he was able to muster. With a deep breath to steel his courage, Q pulled off his t-shirt and slipped into the water; there was a moment of alarm as he realised just how deep it was before he grabbed onto the side and pulled himself back to the desk, settling between Alex's legs. He sunk down a little lower into the cool water, briefly wondering just when the anticipated fear was going to appear. Only for nothing to happen. Looking up at Alex as understanding dawned on him; of course, he felt safe, Alex was right there. A small, joyous laugh bubbled up before he pulled himself upwards just enough to press a kiss to Alex's stomach. "Okay, you were right. This is lovely."

He's ALWAYS enjoyed being in the water. Maybe it comes with the lake house, he thinks, but then he'd always enjoyed it before then, too. It's calming, in a way, different than when he runs, though Alex enjoys that still, even if he doesn't have as much time for it anymore as he used to.

"Of course," he offers the other man a smile, waiting as he watches, carefully, to make sure Q is alright. He does trust him though, much like Q trusts Alex, and maybe that's why it works out so well. There's no flinch, and no fear it seems, and Alex feels a surge of PRIDE in his chest.

"See? I told you that you could do it," He chuckles, running his hand through the other man's hair softly at the kiss. The sun's shining down hotly on them, just the way Alex likes it actually, and he's...happy, he realizes. "Come up here," He then adds softly, patting the spot next to himself.

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Wasn't like he underestimated the destructive power of the natural world or anything! There were things out there that could bring a full grown man to their knees - er, pretty much like it did in that exact moment, for example. Granted, he didn't view natural weather phenomena with the same regard a poison ivy or something, but Marlboro ETCETERA - scary as ever loving shit. Least a Marlboro snarled and stuff before it bit---

Whatever the HELL that thing was that latched onto and tried to eat his arm, no warning whatsoever until the world had started to sway and the pain set in.

Listening to the advice of his betters didn't appear to be one of Zack's more prominent features. It wasn't that he didn't respect the words spoken to him, or chose to ignore it out of turn because he imagined he knew better then they. It was the curious bug, that contagion that he would never be freed of.

Don't press the button? He was pressing it.

Don't go down that corridor? Why? Let's go.

Wait while I look around. Okay - he wanders.

There were things in that forest that he'd never seen before! Bright, colorful pieces he had no doubt now could render great affliction to the unfortunate. A lesson learned the hard way.

"Sorry---" That was what he meant to say, though it came out something in between a groan and a slur. "I'm gonna---" Be sick. He vomited. Pretty sure he passed out, but only for a moment. He knew that because his cheek still stung where he slumped to the ground when he woke up.

"Ugh, that sucked."

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@resignedworkaholics asked: enjoying the great outdoors? - Q

Blinking, momentarily caught by surprise, Stephen turns on his heels - and that makes him face the shorter man a second later, who has seemingly appeared out of nowhere, standing right behind him... just like that.

Well, this place is free for all to visit - New York offers some pretty places to be, one of which is the infamous Bryant Park where the sorcerer is currently existing, after all - so it doesn't surprise him much to meet Ben here. Yet, at the same time, the coinscidence by itself amuses Strange, makes him arch a brow and a smirk to tug on the corner of his mouth, right before he takes a sip of his coffee to go.

"I do, actually. The apple trees are in full bloom currently - quite pretty, in my opinion. ---How about you? Coming here to take in the sight as well?"

[born-to-be-mischievous]

Quartermaster woke up with a jolt in the road, silver and green eyes fluttering open to find himself in a vehicle he didn’t recognise. Not a Seeker’s car, no. His gaze wandered, the unruly heart in his chest beating far above the optimal and then almost appearing to completely stop as his sight settled on James Barnes. The Soul tried to be as still as possible, well aware of the dangers the man posed- that any human posed really. But why? Why take him? For Marcus? Why? He was quiet, defeated… as much as Quartermaster ever could. But quiet for now. When his eyes lifted back to the driver and realised the human was staring back he felt that strange heart stopping sensation again. “Why..?”

Luckily, it had been easy enough to sneak away and grab Marcus. It broke Bucky's heart to see Nat so upset, so he loaded up a car and set out to bring Marcus back for her. A simple sedative worked well enough, and with his enhanced strength, he had no issues getting him into the car.

As he stirred Bucky's eyes fixed on him, watching his movements to make sure he wasn't going to fight or do anything stupid. A moment passed in heavy silence before Bucky finally offered some water and food. "Because that body you're in belongs to someone my friend loves very much. Guessing by the look you gave me, you already know who I am."

[ananthologyofsouls]

Moved from here.

She looked over at him tilting her head. "Do you not like the rain? Or do you not like thunder?" She asked him walking over to where he sat she sat near him. "Yes, I'll have some coffee if you don't mind." She nods.

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[thecreativeforge-a]

[text] Just landed. No delays 😺

[text] Want to do anything tonight or another day?

[text] Tonight I mostly just want food so I suppose it depends whether you’ve eaten or not 🙀

(To Roy)

[Text] Welcome to NY 🗽

[Text] We can go eat something, yeah. What are you craving? Lots of places are open late into the night.

[respondedinkind]

@resignedworkaholics asked: Nodding his way through security in the early hours of Christmas morning was not unusual. What was unusual was how Q bypassed his department and immediately headed down to the quarters of their guest. Pulling a wrapped present and a tub containing a few seasonal treats out as he pushed open the door after a knock and confirmation he could enter. "Good morning." He offered a smile and set the items down on the small table then pointed at them, then to the alien. "For you."

Ka'anh is not lying in his bed anymore when the other enters his assigned temporary home - he's been getting up and walking a few steps since yesterday morning, and by now he prefers to be up and about instead of lying or sitting down for the whole of the day.

That's why he's in the middle of the room when Q arrives; It looks like as if Ka'anh has been pacing back and forth, the radio not playing classical music anymore but rather something else, including people talking about things he cannot understand - but he's been listening regardless, trying to figure out the language and teach himself how to learn it, for the sake of easier communication.

And no, he still hasn't told the other one his name.

That's precisely why it surprises him so much when the man seems to carry something, then places it down onto the small table, followed by a point of his finger that indicates that, whatever it is, is meant for Ka'anh. A set of blue eyes narrows briefly, accompanied by black brows knitting, before Ka'anh turns, then makes his way over to the table and the assortiment of things waiting there. He stops in front of it, taking in the sight of the tub, then the wrapped... box?... before he lifts his gaze, allowing it to rest on the unknown one with an obvious question lingering inside his irises, basically screaming at Q with how intense that gaze is.

Why... did the other bring him this? And - what is it?

[kingofthewebxxx]

“And that is my problem how exactly?” he said with a grin, imitating the same tone the other had used last night. “I did warn you there would be consequences for not playing, I wonder where my letter to Gareth has gone and oh! I almost forgot to post the one to Maria, oops! My mistake! Off you go, you will have to arrange an appointment like the rest of my clients.”

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