jax’s space ship

welcome to jax's space ship!

･ ⟢ ⋮ request guidelines ゛༝.

⋅★ Follow the list of things I will write and things I won't write. I am not generally uncomfortable with most topics but I draw the line with some things.

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⋅★ Send as many requests and questions as you want as long as it ain't spam!

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⋅★ Some posts might be 18+ so I ask that minors DNI with them for my own comfort and peace of mind.

. ౿ i will write ── .✦

⋅★ fluff

⋅★ angst

⋅★ smut

⋅★ headcannons

⋅★ oneshots

⋅★ multi-part series

⋅★ x readers

⋅★ character x character

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･ ⟢ ⋮ i won't write ゛༝.

꩜ insest

꩜ selfcest

꩜ anything including bigitory

꩜ beastiality

꩜ just any weird shit please i don't want it (i'll probably not respond to your request if i don't like it)

₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕RYLAND GRACE ꒱ ˚₊

⋅★ human nature [ fluff. 969 words. reader insert. ]

You would never ask your friend to indulge in your longings out of respect for his space, but god did you want to remember what it felt like to wrap your arms around someone gently and give them a squeeze. Or to hear someone’s heartbeat when you placed your head to their chest. Or even running your hands through their hair as they told you all about their day. Those moments were what you thought about most whenever you started to miss home.

It was one of those occasions where there was nothing you wanted more than to return to Earth -- to your friends and family. As you sat gazing mindlessly out at Adrian through Mary's only large window, you felt a presence behind you.

"It never gets old, does it?"

Ryland caught your attention and you smiled up at him. He was in his usual attire. Jumpsuit tied at the waist with one of his science pun t-shirts you'd grown to be quite fond of. A smile graced your face as you patted the space next to you and invited him to sit. With no words exchanged, the two of you sat together watching the green swirls move slowly on the planet's surface. This was a regular occurance between you both. Watching space together was a nice reminder you weren't alone.

The silence was comfortable as you let your mind wander. You looked to Ryland to catch a glimpse of his expression. The bright green reflected through the glass and drenched you both in colour. As always, his glasses were squint on his face in a way that made you question if he even remembered how to wear them half the time. Before you could stop yourself, you reached up to tilt them back into place. Ryland flinched, not expecting your hands so close. Yet he didn't pull away. He let you fix them and sat patiently wile you adjusted them to his nose.

"Sorry, it was bothering me." You muttered before going back to minding your business. He didn't respond, just kept looking at you.

"Do you ever miss the feeling of holding someone?" He broke the silence, causing you to turn to him again. It was almost like he read your mind about what you were feeling so down about.

"All the time." You responded wholeheartedly with the ache of melancholy in your heart.

He didn't say much after that, just glanced down at your hands and then back to your face like he was afraid to ask out loud for what it was that he wanted. You understood completely. For what felt like weeks you had yearned to reach out and hug him or even just lean on him while you, him, and Rocky watched movies and videos in the 'Don't Go Crazy' room.

Holding out your hand towards him, you waited. If you read the situation correctly then you hoped he could reciprocate your action. Without missing a beat, Ryland grabbed your hand in both of his, feeling over every line and crease like he was trying to memorise it. The sensation of someone studying you so intensely was nothing short of intimate. It was evident from how gentle and immersed he was that had wanted to do this for a long time.

His fingertips and palms were calloused from the work you had both been doing on board. Marks and scars from burns and cuts that weren't quite healed littered his skin. While he was captivated with your fingers, you took a moment to appreciate his face.

It would be a lie to say you didn't find joy in the way his eyes lit up as you willingly let him touch you -- not just in passing or by accident, but rather on purpose.

It was amusing to watch as he discovered every detail of your skin. You had been so distracted observing his face, you weren't expecting him to move in closer so you were sat hip to hip, and intertwine his hand with yours. He gave your hand a squeeze and looked away as if he were embarassed.

"Sorry...I just forgot what it felt like to, you know."

Ryland wouldn't meet your eyes so you brought your free hand up and turned his face towards yours. His eyes widened as you carressed his cheek with your thumb lovingly, feeling his stubble rub against your palm. A peaceful expression formed on his features as he melted into your touch.

Not a word was spoken. You just moved closer to share each other's warmth and continue watching Adrian's colours dance. It was comfortable and satisfied the deep craving of another's presence. Having Ryland so willing to fill that void was probably the reason it felt so right. Now it had started, you prayed things would stay this way forever.

Being so caught up in your own world, you failed to hear the sounds of things clattering and the rolling of an asymmetrical ball enter the lab.

"Grace and Y/n finally mates, question?"