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gamermattsgf · 28 days

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“Cool spider…” // Tattoo artist Chris

Warnings: sextape / colleague relationship / favour for a favour trope / riding / petty Chris x reader / nose piercing!Chris / spanking kink / mommy kink / slight breeding kink / tattoo!Chris / praise kink / ownership kink / degradation kink / ‘good girl’ / creampie / unprotected sex / hair pulling / exhibitionist kink / scratch kink / tit play / overstimulation

Summary: you and Chris both work in a tattoo & piercing gallery, and your toxic ex just won’t leave you alone… so Chris decides to shut him up and put him in his place.

Author’s notes: I’m baaack. someone’s seriously got to stop me from making up fics on stuff that I’ve just randomly yapped about and blogged for fun. Me: posting about tattoos I’d think Chris would look good with. Also me: ‘-now hang on a sec that’s actually given me a great idea…’ *pulls out a notebook and starts vigorously writing shit down*.

“Gotta know, I ate her, she's so sweet, now or later. I want that all the time, all the time I'll make you all mine” - Toes Down, Loukeman

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You sigh, checking your phone once again before flipping it back around to face the desk. You shake your head and put it into your hands to rub it slowly in exhaustion. This is the fifth time he’s texted you today and your patience with him was slowly thinning.

‘You good?’

Chris mumbles absentmindedly from his hunched over position at the counter. He has his shirt off - as he usually does - to keep himself cool as the ceiling fan whirls above your heads. You look at his back, and the way his light wash blue jeans wrap around his lean waist lowly.

His right arm moves languidly as he sketches out a stencil for one of his clients, the graphite of his lead pencil scratching against his favourite sketchbook soothingly in the otherwise quiet atmosphere of the tattoo parlour.

You admire the jet black ink adorning his torso, that stretches from the bottom of his spine to cover the expanse of his shoulder blades in jaggedly aggressive patterns, the back tattoo attractively sat over his otherwise soft skin.

The muscles wrapped around his shoulders move as he draws, and you can’t help but swallow thickly at the sight of them.

‘Yeah… I’m fine’

You reply, not at all convinced by your own weak attempt of trying to mask your obvious distaste for the sight of the messages on your Lock Screen whilst you shuffle about trying to clean a needle gun.

‘Oh really? Cos’ I’m hearin’ a great deal of sighing for your corner of the room and not alotta action…’

Chris sarcastically snorts back, his voice containing buckets of care masked within the joking manner. He doesn’t even bother turning his face, far too absorbed by the current drawing of a tiger he was doing on someone’s chest in a couple of weeks time whilst he expertly shaded in the small black stripes of its rippling body.

You pause for a minute, debating on whether or not you should actually tell Chris about what’s been going on. It’s your ex. And Chris doesn’t like him at all. So how is he going to react when you tell him he’s been quite literally harassing you for the past couple of weeks?

Not well is your guess…

Even though you two are co-workers, you share an extremely close relationship and tell each other practically everything, which sometimes readily blurs the lines between your strictly professional work ethics.

‘Ugh fine, it’s Max, he’s just sort of been bothering me lately…’

This catches Chris’ attention, and his head perks up. Craning his neck he looks back at you with narrowing eyes of suspicious icy blue.

From this angle over his shoulder you can see the gleam of his silver nose ring, and his torso twists just enough to reveal a new tattoo. One that you actually did on him yourself.

It was a delicate but bold patchwork tattoo of a large black widow spider, its long spindly legs stretching across the expanse of his ribs and looking like it was using them to scale up his chest. You struggle to hide a smile at being able to remember doing it on him so well.

You can easily recall the faint buzz of the needle gun and Chris’ soft occasional groans as you punched in the bulbous back of the widow’s body onto his skin that rose and fell to the rhythm of his exhales.

It must have been a sensitive part of Chris’ body because his breathing had been raggedy and his eyes had been squeezed shut for a majority of the tattoo. You had faintly mumbled ‘cool spider… you draw it yourself?’ To which he had responded with a grunt and an affectionate ‘duh’.

Whenever his eyes had opened to look at you they had been dilated heavily, with either pain or pleasure, you’re not quite sure.

He glares over at you and shakes his head. ‘Not this fucking idiot again… what’s he done this time?’.

Chris’ patience for Max has never been there, and he’s often one to be petty about every single move your ex boyfriend makes.

Chris has never liked him and so rejoiced when he heard from you that the break up had been messy on his side of the bargain.

Max was trouble, and so you had done the right thing when breaking things off with him. However, Max wasn’t one to easily let go, and he had been pestering you to take him back ever since.

‘Just being his normal asshole self I suppose’.

You’re deliberately vague with Chris, because you don’t want him to get all riled up like he usually does. He had given up his sketch now and had fully turned to lean his back and elbows onto the counter, knowing that you telling him this information was far more important than the task at hand.

His eyes then flick to the door of the studio, where the welcome sign hangs in the centre of the glass window pane. All around the door are frames of hundreds of different tattoos, all in the different styles of each of the employees that work here. No one else is working today though, it’s just Chris and yourself maning the store.

Chris is a primarily black work realist, and so his designs take up quite a lot of time, their lifelike splendour forking cash loads of money into his bank account whenever a piece is completed.

Multiple clients of his have been here for months as Chris prefers to take his artwork in sessions so the healing isn’t as tenuous.

Quite a few of his previous works have been photographed and framed about the waiting area, just to showcase his impressive ability.

Your area of speciality is more in line with fine line tattoos, you prefer delicacy over all else and likewise, some of your bigger works have been photographed and framed about the shop.

‘You got any more scheduled clients with appointments today?’ Chris spontaneously enquires, and you can tell simply by his face that he is pondering some form of idea within his head that makes you nervous. You hesitate with your response.

‘…Emm- no, I don’t think so?’.

Chris nods mischievously and smirks with his mouth open and his tongue pushing against the side of his teeth playfully.

‘I’m gonna need a little bit more of an explanation than just ‘he’s being an asshole’ then, cherry…’ Chris sing-songs as he pushes himself from off of his slouched position and starts to exit from behind the counter.

The nickname ‘Cherry’ had caught on fairly quickly between the two of you, because Chris had thought that you honestly looked way too sweet to be working in a downtown, grungy tattoo shop. After his first usage of the fond name it had just kind of stuck and now always sounded like molten amber honey dripping from his mouth.

He puts ‘he’s being an asshole’ in knowing quotation marks because he already knows how much of an asshole Max is. He’s experienced it before whenever your ex has decided to show up to your place of work and be a nuisance.

You’re pretty sure you almost had to hold Chris back from planting a right hook into his jaw one time because he had knocked over a bunch of new inks the store had just purchased for everyone’s clients.

Chris’ jaw had clenched immeasurably and you had quickly veered in front of him to plant your palms onto his collarbones after he had taken a large stride towards Max.

You had held him back gently, telling him to take several deep breaths and keep cool whilst you dealt with it.

Well… your version of dealing with it was calmly escorting him out of the shop and reassuring him that you’d see each other later before meekly returning back into the reception area to face a fuming Chris who immediately rolled his eyes and spat a quick ‘I’m gonna ban that bitch from coming in here next time he shows his ratty lookin’ face…’

You had simply sighed, shook your head, and tenderly patted him on the shoulder.

At the present, you squirm nervously when you see the way Chris walks right up to the door, before twisting the heavy duty lock on it and flipping the welcome sign to the side that displayed a big ‘closed’ on the front that was visible to passing strangers.

‘Chris it’s not that big of a deal honestly!’ You try and laugh it off as Chris spins back around. He then walks right up to you.

Grabbing one of the other chairs at the desk you were sitting at, he turns it around so that he can comfortably straddle it.

‘Uhh, well that’s where you’re wrong because it just so happens that my favourite girl’s ex is bothering her, and if she’s gotta problem with it… then so do I’ he sassily bites back, referring to you in the third person as he rests his taut forearms onto the spine of the chair, which gives himself something to lean on.

You have to ignore the way your stomach flips when he calls you his favourite girl, and you shyly flit your eyes to the floor whilst still fumbling around with the tattoo gun.

‘Well um… he just- he just keeps uhh’ you start, stuttering and having to sigh in utter frustration at not even being able to articulate your words properly.

Suddenly your eyes feel hot, and they sting a little. You are not going to cry in front of him. You panic when your voice wobbles and try to regain your composure as Chris looks at you with a worried expression.

‘Hey- hey… s’okay cherry, s’alright. Take your time, I’m here’.

Chris notices your flustered state and coos gentle reassurance at you whilst stretching one of his hands out to softly stroke the ball of your shoulder, right on the section of naked skin where the fabric of your top straps don’t quite reach.

You want to say that Chris is just being friendly, but somehow, the way he touches you tells a different story. It could have just been a harmless pat, but instead he had curled the knuckles of his hand and used them to soothingly skim up and down your skin, slowly, repetitively… almost sensually.

Chris liked any excuse to touch you. You were so soft and supple, a major contrast to his own skin. And he hated seeing a man like that crumple you up like a simple ball of paper and toss you into the trash.

You take one last stuttering breath before continuing.

Gazing at Chris’ soft smile and focusing on the calming gleam of his nose piercing, you find yourself relaxing once again as you take your time to look at each of his individual statement pieces whilst relaying your story.

His silver nose ring, his two lobe piercings that were decorated with spiked metal hoops, and his helix piercing, that came in the form of a small snake charm. It shone in the natural light of the room as it slithered up the expanse of his cartilage and provided a nice distraction for you.

‘I don’t know… h-he’s just saying these disgusting things about my body, and- and how I’m never going to find someone that will treat me better than him in bed. Just general filthy shit like that…’ you mumble, feeling absolutely humiliated and degraded at having to tell Chris about what Max has been saying to you as you sniffle and rub your nose.

As you explain yourself, the motion of Chris stroking your arm slows up significantly, and his little smile fades with every word you speak to him. His eyes narrow, something you noticed he does whenever he’s seething with rage.

‘Gimme your phone, I wanna see these texts’ Chris quips demandingly, using the hand that was once rubbing your skin to unfold itself and silently ask for your phone.

You sigh and hand it to him without much of a fight. You know that there’s no use in trying to argue with Chris when he gets like this. He’s driven, and once he has an idea there’s rarely anything you can do to deter him from it.

He unlocks your phone, already knowing your password, and starts to scroll through the endless shower of sexually abusive messages. You bite your lip as you look at him reading them over.

He sits on the backwards chair with his jean-clad thighs casually spread out, still one arm resting on top of the spine whilst the other one holds the phone and vigorously scrolls downwards.

You then flick your eyes to his face, and the way his rosy lips wet themselves as they quietly announce some of the words that he reads back to himself. The further down he goes the more furrowed his brows get.

Suddenly he shakes his head with an angry tick and slams your phone face down onto the table. You jump slightly at this, and blink at a Chris that had immediately shot to a stand.

‘That’s it, m’not dealing with this shit anymore. If he can’t leave you the fuck alone then I’ll make him.’

You look at him in confusion.

‘What’s that supposed to mean…?’ you shyly trail off but your question is shortly answered as soon as Chris bends down to level with you and seamlessly digs his palms into your thighs so that he can pluck you up from off of your chair.

You yelp a little in shock, your heartbeat thrumming against your ribcage before you quietly recover as Chris curls your legs around his hips. Upon touch, your hands instinctively fly to grip onto the back of his neck, his skin being warm and tepid.

The scruff of his long hair feels like satin tickling over your fingers and Chris groans in achievement as soon as he feels your thighs tense against his waist.

He’s been waiting for an excuse to do this.

‘Max is tellin’ you that you’re never gonna get a better fuck than him? Well I’m about to prove him wrong, s’that okay with you, cherry?’ Chris asks, not really expecting no for an answer as he starts to walk over the squeaking floorboards to the backrooms of the shop.

He knows exactly where he’s going and something deep within your core flutters at this assertive kind of attitude.

Chris has always been the extremely blunt and forward type of guy- if you looked pretty that day, he’d tell you, and make it obvious that he was attracted to you.

Today was no different, you could tell he had every intention of fucking you and making it extremely clear to Max just how good he was going to do it.

‘Y-yeah’ is just about all you can muster in your shaky state.

As you look down at Chris’ face, his chocolatey waves tussle in a rather wild-looking way whilst nestled about his pierced ears. Your fingers timidly skim about his neck, and one of them draws nervous patterns over the black bat tattoo situated behind his right ear that he had gotten for his brother a year ago.

‘That’s my girl’ he praises cockily as he barges through the beaded entrance way into one of the client operating rooms. There’s a black leather stretcher in the centre of the room and a stool sitting idle right beside it where the artist sits.

Chris goes straight for the client table though.

He smirks a toothy grin as he plops you down onto the spongy leather and you find it within yourself to crack an equally as excited smile. He nudges open your legs so that he can stand in between them and weighs his hands down onto your hips, pressing his thumbs into your bones and rubbing them fondly.

‘Did Max kiss you at all when you two fucked?’ He asks breathlessly with his cerulean eyes lilting down to your lips hungrily.

He’s itching to get all over you. He’s been dying to taste your tongue on his for ages and it just so happens that this posed as the perfect, sneaky way to do so.

‘Well, hm… not that much, but I guess a-’ you start to explain, but ‘not much’ is enough of a pathetic answer for Chris to fall forward and engulf your lips in between his before you can finish anyway.

Your little muffled whine of shock is swallowed by a Chris that attaches himself to your bottom lip quickly.

Winding one of his hands behind your back, he uses that - and the other one gripping your hip - to yank your body towards his. You two stay flushed together, and you can feel Chris’ throbbing prick against the seam of your pants already. He’s hard, and clearly pent up for you behind his low-waisted jeans.

‘That’s not good enough’ he mumbles, almost in a tongue-drunken stupor against your lips, criticising Max so that he can subtly defend his choice to kiss you.

Really, he had no need to, but fuck did he want to.

You don’t complain, in fact, you simply sigh at how close Chris is. You can feel his nose delicately skimming against your cheek the more he twists the side of his face to gain better access to you, and you can’t help but lust for the way his dewy lips wrap around your own.

The contrast between his cold fingertips brushing against your body and his hot tongue leeching out to slip into your open mouth makes you shiver.

‘N-no you’re completely right… that’s not good enough’ you coquettishly add on to the conversation you two have in between kisses. As you shit talk Max together, you only encourage Chris to take further jabs at him.

‘And what about these pretty little things here…? Did he touch these enough?’.

Chris’ nose trails down the line of your jaw to dip and run along the jugular vein of your neck whilst he pants desperately. He holds your sat figure into his standing leant one with one hand gripping your ass whilst the other one trails up to squeeze against one of your braless tits.

Wanting Chris to play with them, your blushing figure shakes its head and you swallow thickly. ‘No…’.

Chris hums a casual ‘huh’ in playfulness before the hand playing with it decides to slip itself under your shirt for better access. You heavily hiss and arch your back as soon as skin on skin contact is reached and Chris gingerly touches your peaked nipple.

‘You make me feel like such a pervert when you don’t wear a bra to shifts we do together because I stare at them all the time…’ Chris confesses as he gently kneads one of them within his big palm. Whilst he does this, his face buries itself into your neck to pepper sprinkles of sloppy kisses all over your skin.

‘What if I told you I do it on purpose… I like it when you look…’ you breathe with your head knocked back in pleasure. Chris stops his assault on your neck to gaze at you with raised eyebrows of shock.

‘Fuck. Max was an idiot for fumbling you…’

This makes both your heart flutter and your core drip. You like Chris’ praise a lot more than you like Max’s degradation, and make sure to let Chris know this by giving him another kiss.

‘S’mommy gonna let me suck on her tits?’ He ponders in a feigned babyish voice against your lips, the sweet lilt of his sensual tone almost making you melt into the client’s table.

Your needy reply of ‘yes’ is soon followed by an immediate response from Chris, who slowly reaches into his back pocket for his phone.

He slides it out and then presents it in front of your face with his brows raised.

‘And is mommy gonna let me film it so that I can send it to Max and let him see me having my treat?’.

Your eyes flick to the phone, then to Chris’ expectant face, absolutely drowning in lust at the thought of Chris wanting to film himself sucking on your tits. You nod without hesitation, and Chris smirks in victory.

He’s definitely using this to touch himself later.

Chris quickly fumbles around with his phone in excitement, scrubbing his home screen into his camera roll before he’s pressing the small red button to record himself propping it up onto the counter right next to where you were sitting.

You watch within a trance as Chris feeds his hands into the bottom of your top to sensually slide it right up your ribs. He then runs it over the top of your tits and leaves it to rest above them with a purr of ‘good girl’.

You feel your knees get physically weaker at the sight of Chris veering his face down into your tits, his mouth almost feathers against them as both of you look at the camera at the same time.

Chris has a little victorious smirk on his face, that he smugly flashes to his phone before turning back in and gently kissing your nipple.

He can’t stop his conniving smile as you seal your eyes shut and throw your head back, whimpering with your fingers combed into the back of his hair and tugging on it. Chris makes a show of poking out his tongue and licking you before he fully kisses one of your tits into his mouth to suck on it.

He moans a little starved whimper at the feeling of your soft flesh in his mouth whilst his tongue rolls and his teeth clamp down onto you.

His hands get grabby as you pant, listening to the way the microphone of the camera absorbs the sloppy sounds of him sucking on your skin whilst he kisses and licks wherever he can.

‘That feel good huh?’ Chris mumbles into you, and you whine in response with a stuttered ‘so- so good’. He nods cockily, eying the camera with your second tit already in between his teeth. ‘Yeah? This the best mouth you’ve ever had?’.

Struggling to fight off his smile at the comment he completely stole from Max, he knows it’ll make your ex’s blood boil, especially when you reply with an instantaneous shout of, ‘fuck- yes, I- I need more baby!’.

‘You want more?’ He drawls temptingly, pulling away from your chest that was now red and glistening, some sections littered with subtle teeth marks and some with purpling hickies.

‘I’ll give you more baby’ he laughs through his teeth before pressing his fingertips onto your core.

‘Hope you’re soaking for me, you’re gunna need it’ he quips before lightly trailing his hand up to the button of your zipper.

Your core clenches again when he pops it open, the insinuation that you need to be extra wet for him because of his size making you want to pass out in horniness.

He opens the front of your jeans before feeding his hands underneath your thighs so that he can pull you towards him and also force you onto your back to tug your jeans down.

After that, he watches the way you squirm when he sticks his fingers into the side of your sheer panties. In view of the camera, the pad of his thumb swipes up your slit as he checks your sensitivity himself.

‘Awe angel you are soaked… what a good girl for me’.

His sweet praise melts over you in the best way possible, and you can’t help but get shy and cover up your eyes to smile.

Sometimes you forget that the camera is there, but Chris never does, and he glances over at it constantly to smirk as if Max is already watching on the other end of the line before turning his attention back to admire you.

‘I’m gonna make that pretty pussy feel so fucking good momma’ Chris boldly states as he starts to fumble around with his chunky and glamorously rhinestoned belt buckle. The leather of it flaps and his buckle gives a metallic jingle whilst he undoes it, his hair falling in front of his eyes because of the downwards slant his head holds.

‘Please- I really need you’ you mumble breathlessly, spreading your legs even further in reaction to seeing the stretch of his cock against his white Calvin Klein boxers as soon as he lets his jeans drop to the floor with a heavy crumple.

From here you can see his thigh tattoo of a crooked spiders web, done in extremely fine ink, delicate but dark.

‘I know you need me baby I know- be patient alright?’ He shushes you with a reassuring coo, before sliding to the side of you and hopping up onto the table himself. He positions himself right in front of his still recording phone so that he can get the best angle for this.

‘Why don’t you go ahead an’ take off those panties for the camera sweet girl… do it for me?’.

Chris’ whiny sounding voice is just so sugary and compelling. You’re pretty sure you would do anything he asked if it really came to that extreme because along with his voice, his lips and eyes really did the trick for you.

Chris stutters a breath as soon as he pushes his hand down his boxers to take ahold of his hot, silky cock, it’s skin already wet with precome at just how divine you had sounded whilst he was attached to your tits.

He tightens his fist to squeeze himself and throbs in his hand, his mouth dropping open and his shoulders heaving as you slide off the table and strip from your clothes fully.

As soon as you’re done, you can feel your wetness trickling and sloshing about your folds, and so you squeeze your thighs together when looking at Chris for his next instruction.

Chris hungrily gazes down to your panties that lie in a messy heap on top of your jeans. ‘Gimme those?’ He commands and gestures for you to grab a hold of your panties and give them over to him, which you do obediently and without question.

Chris grasps ahold of them and balls them up into his fist before smirking at the camera once again. ‘These are mine now… so’s your pussy’.

You turn red at this low and beastly remark, trying hard not to pounce on top of Chris for saying it. He talks so smoothly. It’s as if every word his mouth forms puts you under a lemony haze of pleasure and you just can’t get enough of it.

You just don’t understand how he can keep this up when you yourself already look like a fucked-out hot mess.

‘I’m all yours Chris’

You practically flee into his awaiting arms, and he hoists your bare and pink centre over his lap.

Kissing your tits again, he grips onto your fleshy thighs and moans a whimper whilst side eyeing the camera in ultimate possessiveness, just to make a show of it being him who’s sucking your tits, and not Max.

He’s going to feel so smug and proud of himself as soon as he sends this his way.

‘Can I have your cock Chris, please?’ You beg, stroking his waves of hair once again to butter him up - not that you’d really need to work all that much to have his cock in the first place…

‘Of course you can Cherry, you’ve been so good for me’ Chris replies as his fingertips stroke against your stretch marks, before he leans in and whispers ‘help yourself…’.

You glance down to the tent in his boxers with your lip bitten and a giddy little smirk on your face. After Chris invites you, you waste no time in pulling his weeping cock from out of the restraints of his boxers.

The hip tattoo he has of a Cupid with angel wings, a halo and a winking face soon makes itself known to you after you tug his underwear down a little further. The ink of the little boy’s heart-encrusted bow and arrow cheekily point right to the base of Chris’ cock, and so you crack a smile, shaking your head fondly at Chris’ inappropriate but witty humour.

He’s thick and throbs in your hand, his tip sticky and slick as it pulses a light pink taffy colour whilst a thick blue vein pokes itself out from the side of his length to travel right down to his base. ‘Fuck’ you breathe. Chris looks at you cockily and is very much pleased with your wanton response.

‘Want you to sit on it till it hurts and you can’t no more precious girl’ he mumbles as he hitches your hips up into his hands and lifts you above him. You nod with a little ‘Uhuh’, your stomach flipping and oozing to feel the stretch of him. He’s bigger than Max, and the thought makes you careen in pleasure.

You almost forget that you two are both supposed to be at work, because all of this feels so private and intoxicating, and the implication of Chris making it into sex tape gives you life.

As soon as you’re placed on top of him, you hold his base so that you can sink down properly, and both of you choke out whines at how fucking amazing it feels.

‘Shit… still tight honey… has Max really been using you properly or is his cock just that small?’.

Chris can’t help it. He gets off on criticising your priggish ex boyfriend because he truly fucking hates his guts. And damn does it feel good to be fucking you with the intention of letting the man himself know through the recording of it.

‘Fuck, I feel so full’ you speak into the air.

You then have to bite your hand so that you don’t draw tears because of the burning stretch Chris gives you. It’s almost unbearably uncomfortable for the first minute of bottoming out.

But then it stops being uncomfortable and starts making you squirm again at needing some form of friction to move yourself.

So you do.

Lifting your hips slightly, you slip back downwards and grind forwards at the same time whilst Chris looks up at you with star-ridden irises. They twinkle in the light and he pants heavily after every time you move.

He soon starts to naturally move himself, needing to respond to you in some sort of way.

He loves watching your tits bounce whilst you rise and fall onto his cock, the sticky slickness of it slapping within his ears and making him want to come all over your insides already. You squeeze him so fucking well, and he equally stretches you out to the limit.

The rough skin of his prick steadily rubs against your walls and ignites an explosion of sensitivity within your centre whenever Chris pushes himself far enough to hit your g-spot. He’s so big he almost bulges from your stomach.

‘Who owns this pussy, who does it belong to?’ He barks as you squeeze your eyes closed and scrunch your nose up, having to slam your head onto his shoulder because of your overstimulation in pleasure.

You stutter out a quick ‘ugh- y-you’ as you feel Chris’ fingers grab onto your hips because of their slowing roll. He digs them into your skin and starts to move you himself at an even faster pace which makes you whine even louder.

‘Sorry… not quite sure Max heard you- can you say that again for me Cherry?’ Chris meanly rebutts and makes your cheeks flame red after he actually takes his palm and harshly swats it against the side of your thigh. You yelp at the brash cracking sound the sweaty skin-on-skin contact creates, but nevertheless still cry a humiliated ‘you!’.

Chris praises you immediately after with a soothing ‘that’s right… good girl’, before starting up his sly and conniving antics once again.

‘And whose name are you gonna be screaming from now on hmm?’.

Chris’ little taunting hum is fucking petty. But also, just what you need to finally cum.

‘Yours Chris! Fuck- all yours!!’.

You’re almost shouting as you arch your spine and throw your head back in ecstasy whilst your legs quiver and an almighty wave of euphoria rushes over your whole entire being.

‘Awe baby… cumming already? I was just getting started…’ Chris coos cockily as he lets go of one of your hips to soothingly stroke against your back with a pretty pout on his lips.

However that pout doesn’t stay for long because it struggles to fight the smirk that quickly overtakes his facial expression at the thought of how quickly he had made you cum.

He glances at the camera once more, to admire the position the both of you were in with dilated eyes, before focusing back onto you and speedily forcing your hips up and down a couple more times to finish himself off.

You squeak and claw at him in overstimulated pain, whining for him to slow down, but all he does is gently hush you in comfort. ‘I know shhh, I know. Wanna make sure I fill you up nice and good though baby’.

His voice is so gentle, and in lulls you into a drooling stupor with tears in your eyes as you claw at his tattooed back with your sharp nails. That’s going to leave heafty scratch marks.

Chris is tempted to wipe them away, but doesn’t have enough time before he’s groaning loudly and his tip is uncontrollable squirting out thick ropes of cum.

He bounces your hips a couple more times to get rid of as much as he possibly can. He wants to see it practically leaking from out of your abused hole. After he thinks you’ve milked him dry, he lets go of your bruised waist and you crumple back down into his embrace.

He rubs your back as you try to desperately regain your breath with your core raw, stinging and slimy with Chris’ cum.

‘There’s my good girl… taking all of me like that. Swear I’ll give you my babies next time you take me that well.’ He absentmindedly praises you for the last time, and you find it within yourself to laugh in disbelief, shaking your head before you slap his shoulder and lean upwards to look at him in the eyes once more.

‘Okay… you’ve proved your point. Now stop recording so I can kiss you a little more.’

Your thumbs stroke the bags underneath his eyes, and his smile is so sunny that you’re sure it could have opened up flowers on a dewy spring morning.

‘Yes ma’am…’

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Later that evening, Chris had sat alone in the tattoo parlour.

He had told you that you could go home early and that he’d sanitise the rooms and lock up as a special treat for you.

You had done as you were told and left a while ago, which left Chris to watch back the sex tape that you two had made earlier with a mean and satisfied smirk slapped over his lips.

He had rewatched it about 3 times, admiring the way both of you had moved with the volume all the way up to listen to your heavenly sounding whimpers. He had replayed his favourite bits a great deal and was fucking obsessed. He couldn’t help himself.

He had then exited the camera app and went straight into Instagram, searching up Max’s account profile to slide into his DMs.

With one final smirk, he had bitten his lip victoriously and selected the video of you and him together before attaching it and typing one final thing before clicking the send button and locking his phone.

Might wanna think next time you make bold allegations about how she’ll never find a better D x

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Author’s notes p.2: guys I’m actually so sorry for disappearing off the face of Tumblr for fuck knows how long without an explanation. Truthfully there isn’t really much of an explanation apart from the fact that I’ve simply been too busy to write (and have also had major writers block atm- hence me and @luv4kozume collab taking so long lol). BUT I’m back with something that has actually turned into one of my favourite pieces of writing on this blog, so I hope it’s been worth the wait!! I love all of you guys for asking where I’ve been and equally as much for missing me. I’ve missed writing for you guys so much and am absolutely obsessed with tattoo artist!Chris, also don’t worry you guys, you’ll get cherry popper 3 one of these days lmao… Anyways, until next time cherry pies!! 🍒

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detective-twinkachu · 9 months

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Au that Max and Norm totes hide who Spider's bio dad is. Like Max and Norm gets this mysterious abandoned baby's DNA test and it turns out he is the son of Colonel Quaritch and a pilot named Paz Socorro. Of course Norm is in complete disbelief, no way a murderer like Quaritch could produce an offspring like this cute kid???

Norm: Run the test again.

Max: I ran them three times!

Norm: No! How can that asshole make this!

(Que an adorable baby Spider cooing at Norm)

Norm knows as soon as Neytiri or any Navi, forget the humans that would hold a grudge against Quaritch, find out about Spider's parentage, this kids life is going to be hell. So both men decide to... not tell anyone who Spider's dad is. The kid looks nothing like Quaritch and takes mostly after his mother, with the big brown eyes and curly hair, except where the mother is brunette, the son is blonde. It takes Norm three hours later to find a semblance of a birth certificate in the rooms the baby was found, in a shoe box under the bed. The paper brings a smile to Norm's face.

Javier Socorro

Born:2154 Pandora

Mother: Pasquella Marie Socorro

Father: N/A

Convenient. Most likely the jackass didn't want to be linked to the only woman who broke the rules of having a child on Pandora or Socorro knew Quaritch's enemies would come after the baby.

Norm and Max decide to erase all evidence of Quaritch from Javi's, Norm's name for the baby, life. The humans that were involved with the conception or birth of Javi are no longer on Pandora, so there is nobody to reveal his parentage. So it's easy for Norm to hit delete on everything about Spider.

Max: We tell absolutely no one of Javi's bio dad, got it? Take it to the grave.

Norm:Bet.

Mo'at, spying from the spirit tree: Bet

Eywa, herself: Bet.

Next with Jake and everyone else. It's not that Max and Norm do not tell Jake of the existence of a human baby on Pandora but just 'forget'.

It's not until Jake comes with a pregnant Neytiri on an unannounced visit, Max and Norm doing work with a white bassinet between them. Both him and Norm freeze when the two Na'vi spot the bassinet and immediately Neytiri is looking at it in alarm. Jake is the one who draws closer, stepping in front of Neytiri. This prompts Norm to hurriedly give an explanation of the presence of a human baby on Pandora, who his parents are (Paz Socorro and an aviation tech Norm knows is dead), and why they can't send the baby to earth. The kid won't survive the journey. Most likely, the kid will die in cryo-sleep. Jake asks more questions about the baby while Neytiri is staring at the baby for so long it puts Max on edge. Finally, the two Na'vi leave and the two scientists believe they are home free.

Until the next day, Jake and Neytiri are back with Jake wanting to hold Javi! Jokes that it's good practice for when the baby comes, even though Baby Spider can fit in the palm of Jake's hand, Neytiri herself just comments how small the child is. The two stay for four hours and both scientists are sweating buckets.

It gets better (or worst depending who you ask) when Neytiri becomes smitten with baby Spider!

Then suddenly Mo'at appears at Hell's Gate like.

Which almost gives Norm another aneurysm until Mo'at's like "chill bro, now give it here."

So in conclusion before I go on a long plot, Spider is given a better lease on life thanks to Norm and Max hiding Quaritch's identity from everyone. Yes, Spider would get slack for being a human but at least it isn't a 'sins of the father' type of hatred but just the mistrust of humans. Max and Norm at first are gonna raise Spider but then Jake and Neytiri fall in love with Spider and want to adopt him.

Jake and Neytiri:

Max and Norm:

#dumb thought but i love it #sorry quaritch lovers....#spider socorro #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar spider #but not sorry..#avatar 2 #max patel #norm spellman #jake sully #neytiri #grandma mo'at vibes #mo'at

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stellar-skyy · 26 days

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hihi! an iced english breakfast tea with father figure blade?

“iced english breakfast tea here, for... ah, who was it? Oh, of course! Blade!”

☆ — if you're craving a drink, make sure to stop by the teashop!

i. SUMMARY: While on a trip, you receive a letter from a certain Stellaron Hunter. ii. CWS & NOTES: no warnings applicable. PLATONIC blade & gn!reader, brief silver wolf & reader, kafka & reader. father figure!blade. found family fluff. 0.5k words. iii. A/N: hi anon! this request was actually much further in the queue, but i finished it quickly so i thought i might as well post it now.

The letter is penned on bright white paper, covered in small creases that have been smoothed out. The writing on it is small, with some parts crossed out and rewritten, filling the entire page. In the corner is a small series of doodles in purple ink, crude drawings of the three Stellaron Hunters and you. The envelope is beside it with the wax seal broken, smelling faintly of spider lilies.

Inside, it reads:

[Name],

I hope this letter reaches you well, if it reaches you in the first place. I must admit I am skeptical of the effectiveness of the intergalactic postal system, but it isn’t as if there is another way to contact you, aside from tossing the letter into outer space and hoping it finds its way to the planet you are currently on.

I think this is the longest it’s been without seeing you since you were young. It is much too quiet without you around; Silver Wolf has attempted to fill the silence, but I hardly understand what she is talking about half of the time and I do not care to ask. When you return, you will have to inform me what ‘dps’ and ‘maxed out’ means, because I know asking her now will only give me a long-winded spiel about those video games she is obsessed with.

Despite you being gone several weeks now, it’s still been difficult to adjust to having one fewer member of the group. I have been turning the corner, expecting you to be there waiting for me, but I am constantly finding myself alone. Kafka tells me it’s the mother hen instincts, but she doesn’t know what she is talking about.

Silver Wolf has been asking about you non-stop, telling me she wants her Player Two back. She made me play with her for a bit, but according to her, I’m so terrible at the games that it isn’t even fun to beat me. I’m not sure what she means, she beats you all the time anyway, but when I told her that she just rolled her eyes.

Kafka misses you too, though she’s at least got enough emotional maturity to admit that out loud instead of sulking. When she found out I was writing this letter, she made me promise to tell you she can’t wait to see you again, and you’d better be taking care of yourself. I think she feels the same as I do, even as she teases me for it. Things just aren’t the same with one less person.

I know you’re wondering about me, but I’ll keep it short—I’m fine. My condition is no better than you last saw me, but it is no worse either. You don’t have to worry, and I mean that with honesty.

I trust you are using this well-deserved break to its fullest, taking in the sights and not causing any excess trouble. Elio doesn’t allow vacations very often—it’s a wonder he approved this one, with all the missions he’s sent us on lately—so make sure you take advantage of it. If you are in a tough situation, you only need to remember what Kafka and I have taught you: hit them fast and hard, and don’t leave any witnesses.

Be safe. I’ll see you soon.

Blade

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iikatsukii · 1 year

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illicit love pt.2

synopsis: lo’ak sully is, in fact, in love.

pairings: lo’ak sully x femhuman!reader

warnings: spider slander. idc idc. slight nudity mentions (its reader bathing pls guys nothing spicy) um minor violence i think, and that’s it, enjoy :)

word count: 5.1k

a/n: i literally love how this came out. idc this might be my fav series. I'M ALR BRAINING IDEAS FOR PT. 3!!!!

taglist: @neteyamforlife @fanboyluvr @holysaladapricothero @saltedcoffeescotch @cleverzonkwombatsludge @dazecrea

pt. 1

the sully children were out exploring the forest when spider heard a noise. he stopped walking and tried to listen harder, which only caused the others to stop.

"what do you hear now monkey boy?" kiri called out to him, laughing at the boy who looked stupid just standing there trying to strain his ears to hear more.

"shut up and listen," he said. his tone caused the others to look at him, confused, but they still listened to him. and then they heard it. the sound of something running. neteyam was able to locate where the noise was coming from. they all looked over the edge of the high ground they were standing on and saw what looked like a human.

"is that a skywalker?" kiri whispered.

"definitely. she looks like spider." lo'ak said, laughing at his own joke.

"okay, you know what? she looks nothing like me, lo'ak! that's like saying all humans look the same. you don't hear me walking around saying all na'vi look the same now, do you?" spider tried to defend himself.

"actually, you used to ask me if neteyam and i were twins all the time when we were younger," the na'vi boy argued.

"we were kids!" spider yelled.

"shhhh," neteyam shushed the two boys who were arguing. he didn't want them to draw your attention to them.

they all pulled out their bows. quietly following the skyperson until neteyam was able to get a good shot. unluckily for him, there was a slight breeze when he released his arrow, causing it to lose its course and end up hitting the tree in front of you. of course, this caught your attention, and as soon as you noticed neteyam's figure standing in the shadows, you booked it again.

they continued to chase you until lo'ak noticed something. there was a woodsprite tangled in the wire of your exopack. he didn't think anything of it and got ready to fire another arrow when a woodsprite fluttered into his view.

oh shit… was all lo'ak could think. maybe it's a coincidence. but then there was another woodsprite on his hand and another on his shoulder. lo'ak groaned, putting his arrows down. there's no way it could be eywa protecting you? you're a skywalker, for crying out loud.

rolling his eyes, lo'ak stood from where he was crouched and looked above himself. only then did he notice the stream of woodsprites flowing from above his head, directly above yours, no matter what tree you dodged or what turns you made. the sprites followed you.

you're meant for him…

now lo'ak was a little bit excited, but he was also conflicted. he was excited because he finally had someone for himself, but he was conflicted because you're human, but regardless you're his, and eywa is telling him to protect you.

he looked over at kiri, who had her bow aimed at you. he panicked, picking up a small rock and throwing it at her arrowhead so it would knock her arrow in a different direction.

"lo'ak?!" she yelled at him.

"stop shooting at her!!" he tried to warn her, but neteyam, the mighty warrior, just had to interrupt him.

"lo'ak you know the rules. we see a skyperson and we kill them on sight. no hesitation," his elder brother said as he released one of his arrows before lo'ak could stop him. finally, one of landing an arrow in your arm; they watched as you stumbled but kept running. most sky people die immediately after they get hit with an arrow, so why are you still running? you were in a clearing now, which meant everyone had a clear shot of you. they noticed you were trying to book it for norm and max's lab, and they weren't about to let that happen.

spider went to release an arrow before lo'ak used his tail to grab the boy's wrist, his arrow only scratching your calf. "lo'ak what the fuck? i had her!" he complained.

kiri was next to try and fire an arrow, but lo'ak grabbed her elbow and pulled her, causing her to lose balance. her arrow ended up scratching your cheek. she rolled her eyes and looked at her brother, "would you cut it out? mom would kill you if she found out you're defending a skyperson."

neteyam got ready to fire his last arrow. he had one shot, and he couldn't miss, but lo'ak wasn't going to allow his brother to just kill you.

"quit shooting at her!!!" lo'ak said, messing up neteyam's shot again. he tackled his brother, both of them barreling to the ground. as expected, they started fighting each other, and since you were already out of their sight, kiri just sighed exhaustedly and asked spider to help her separate the two knuckleheads.

"would you two stop it! lo'ak, i'm telling mom you defended a skyperson–" his sister said as she stuck her tongue out, turning around to walk home, but lo'ak grabbed her elbow again to prevent her from leaving.

"kiri look at norm and max's shack." lo'ak said, out of breath from defending you from two of the best hunters in the village… and from spider, too, i guess.

the female na'vi rolled her eyes for like the 10th time today, turning to look at norm and max's shack before her entire expression dropped. spider saw kiri's expression and wanted to know what happened, so he looked as well, and he had just about the same reaction. neteyam was annoyed with his brother, but he still looked at what his siblings were looking at, and what he saw was the last thing he expected.

woodsprites were covering the entire shack. not an inch was left uncovered. everyone turned back to lo'ak, who was now also covered in woodsprites. neteyam laughed because this reminded him of when his father had told them the story of how something similar to this had happened to him. then it hit them all… this was lo'ak's mate.

the three sully siblings came tumbling into the tent. lo’ak pulled at kiri and neteyam with all his strength trying to get them away from their home because he knew exactly what they were about to do.

"lo'ak found his mate!!!" they both screamed, even with half their bodies still out the door.

"no, i did not! do not listen to them!!" lo'ak said, sticking his head through the flap of their home. nobody knows who tripped over who, but it was only a matter of seconds before all three teens tumbled to the floor in a pile of limbs and tails.

"lo'ak found his mate?!" tuk repeated, excited for her brother.

"no! i didn't find my mate, tuk. neteyam and kiri are lying. you guys are lying, right?!" lo'ak used a specific tone, trying to get his siblings to understand the hint he was trying to throw their way.

"yes he did, its a human who is hiding at norm and max's shack. we almost killed her earlier and lo'ak had to mess up all of our shots so we wouldn't. we didn't notice the woodsprites until after." neteyam just explained the situation as if he was talking about going on a casual stroll.

lo'ak had a horrified look on his face, though, because his brother not only told him that there was a skyperson on their planet but that she was his mate. lo'ak knew of his mother's hatred for humans, and he also knew that the only humans that his mother wouldn't kill were max and norm. (and spider on a good day.) you weren't on that list, meaning his mother would likely kill you.

"you bitch, why would you say anything!? mom's gonna kill her, you asshole!!" lo'ak didn't know what came over him, but he swung at his brother harder than he ever had before. neteyam fell back, blood dripping from his nose as he looked back at his brother. he saw the look in his eyes, one of possession, protection, and, most of all, fear. but not for himself. or you.

jake pulled lo'ak away from neteyam to prevent him from punching his brother again.

"what are you kids talking about? we know there's a skywalker at norm's shack. he came by earlier and told us. your mother isn't going to kill her, but what do you mean she's your mate." jake's grip on lo'aks arm was a little too tight for comfort, but lo'ak knew better than to struggle against him. it would only end up in jake tightening his grip even more.

"there were woodsprites flowing in between us, and when she got in norms shack, the entire lab was covered in them, and so was i." lo'ak said; there's no point in lying to his father.

there was a hiss in response to lo'ak's answer, and everyone turned to see it was neytiri.

"i said i would not kill that skydemon, but that was before i found out about this obvious mistake that the great mother is making. i'm going to go kill her. there will be no skydemons mating with my children." she didn't give anyone time to react before grabbing her bow, arrows, and bone knife, leaving the house, and calling for her ikran.

seeing his mother leaving their home with murder in her eyes was terrifying to lo'ak, knowing that his mate was on the other side of that rage. breaking himself from his father's grip, he quickly ran to his ikran, flying back to norm and max's shack as fast as he could, seeing his mother's ikran already there and the door open. he instructs his ikran to land, wasting no time approaching the shack where he heard his mother yelling at the two scientists in their lab.

"where is she?!" neytiri asked. "no skydemon will be my childs mate!"

"we already told you, neytiri, she went to find a hot spring so she could bathe herself. we don't know which one she went to, we just gave her a map and she went on her way."

"what of the tracking mask that you said you would give her? did you lie?" she said, pointing her bow at norms neck.

"no! no, i wasn't lying, but we havent finished adding the tracker. we had to make one since neither max nor i need trackers, and she's a female human. they tend to be smaller then male humans so her face didn't fit any of our masks. please don't kill me." norm whimpered that last sentence, cowering away from the angry woman before him.

lo'ak overheard norm, so he decided instead of making himself known, he would find you first. he knew where every single hot spring nearby was, so he made quick work of checking each and every one. he prayed to eywa that he got to you before his mother did.

the fastest way to get anywhere in the forest was through the trees, so lo'ak hopped from branch to branch, tree to tree, going around to all the hot springs, looking for you. he had checked the third hot spring, disappointed again when he couldn't find you there either. there was only one other spring left for him to check, and if you weren't there, then that meant his mom got to you before he could. but he didn't want to hope for the worst, so he could only repeat one word over and over in his head as he made his way toward the last hot spring.

'please, please, pleaseeee.'

as he gets through the branches that bring him above the last hot spring, he can't help but look around frantically. he was worried because he didn't see you, but he noticed what looked like a towel, some very small na'vi clothing, and a bottle of soap. these look like human things, but the na'vi clothing is throwing him off. he didn't need to wait long before getting his answer. there you were, emerging from underwater, your bare back facing lo'ak. the boy couldn't help but blush at the sight of you, but he got so distracted that he lost his balance, falling out of the tree and into the water, scaring the daylights out of you.

"what the hell, who are you!?" you screamed at the huge blue person who was currently standing five feet away from you while you were just trying to bathe. you tried to cover your body from the person? alien? thing? in front of you as he stood to his full height, the spring water trailing down his frame as he looked down at you nervously.

"i'm so sorry!!! i didn't mean to! i'm not looking! i didn't see anything i swear–" the na'vi boy slapped his hand over his eyes, preventing him from seeing anything you didn't want him to see.

although startled, you couldn't help but be drawn to the being in front of you. you felt entranced like he had put you under some spell. "can you– sorry, hello?" you called out to get his attention. he peeked between his fingers to see you covering your upper body, your waist was below the deep blue water, and lo'ak couldn't even see below the surface.

"uh.. hi? my name is lo'ak" the male na'vi sticks his hand out as if he wasn't intruding on your bath right now.

you pushed his hand away from you, keeping one hand on your chest and your waist below the water. "what are you, and how do you know english? why can i understand you? also, can you please get out? i'm trying to bathe here." the blue boy pulled himself out of the hot spring and created some distance between the two of you so your nerves could calm down a little bit. he didn't want you to yell too much because then his mother might be able to find you.

"i already said my name is lo'ak–"

"no! what are you." you clarified your question.

"i'm na'vi– hey, you don't get to come to my planet and ask me questions, okay? i'm asking the questions here. who are you?" lo'ak wasn't really trying to argue with you. if anything, he just wanted to hear you talk more, but most of all,

he just wanted to know your name.

"it doesn't matter. can you at least please just turn around so i can finish? i'll still talk to you because i feel like you're big enough to kill me if i don't, and i don't feel like dying today so just fucking turn around." you bossed him around. nobody ever bossed lo'ak around.

well… except his dad, and neteyam, and kiri too sometimes– you know what, that's not the point. the point is lo'ak didn't mind how you spoke to him. it mattered that you were speaking to him. he didn't know why eywa made him so lovesick so soon, but obviously, you haven't gotten the memo that the two of you are mates judging by how stand-offish you're acting. nonetheless, lo'ak turns around, sitting with his legs crisscrossed and his back facing you. little did lo'ak know, though, you kept throwing glances over your shoulder, trying to get a look at the 'na'vi' behind you.

"so, can you answer my question now, bossy pants?"

"you did not just call me that–" you rolled your eyes, continuing to talk to the na'vi. when he created the distance between the two of you, you calmed down a lot, but you were weirded out that he just fell out of the trees and was just sitting here talking to you. you still couldn't deny the pull you felt towards him. you didn't know what force this was, but it attracted you to the na'vi in your presence.

"well, if you don't tell me your name, then i won't be calling you anything else." lo'ak teased. he liked how natural it felt talking to you. maybe you guys really were made for each other.

"y/n," you said, not hesitating in your actions.

“y/n? is that an english word that you have back on your planet?" he asked, playing with the fan lizard that had landed in front of him.

"what– no, it's my name, idiot." you corrected him.

"oh. y/n. it sounds funny," lo'ak commented.

"hey! i didn't say you have a funny name, asshole!!"

"wow, you curse a lot," he mentioned, not meaning to offend you.

"well, i'm an angry person now. when you lose six years of your life because some assholes decided to kidnap you, then come talk to me about cursing a lot," you said while reaching for the sage and vanilla body wash that norm gave you.

lo'ak could smell it from where he was sitting. was the smell strong, or was lo'ak's nose just working very well? it honestly didn't matter. all that mattered was that the smell was putting lo'ak in a trance, especially when it starts to mix with your natural scent as you lathered the soap on your body.

the conversation between the two of you died, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. in fact, you quite liked having this big na'vi man sit here. he was like a big watchdog, protecting you from any dangers this world may have to offer. "lo'ak?" you called out to the boy, liking how his name felt coming from your mouth.

"hm?" he hummed, letting you know he was listening.

"can you help me get my back, please? i can't reach it." you don't know where the question came from, but that definitely wasn't the question you were going to ask. you startled not only the boy but yourself as well. where was this confidence coming from, and why is it suddenly hitting you? what do you need confidence for right now? you're bathing in a hot spring, in a forest, on a random planet you know nothing about, with a little blue boy guarding your area like his life depended on it.

you peeked over your shoulder again to see that lo'ak was looking back at you, expression just as flustered as yours.

"you want me to what?" he breathed heavily. maybe he heard you wrong or something because there's no way you just asked him that.

"you didn't hear me? i said can you get my back because i can't reach it. what? you never touched a girl before, huh, little blue boy?" you teased him. since when do you tease people!? back on earth, boys worshipped the ground you walked on; duh, you were one of the most famous athletes in the country. but now? you're the one flirting. it's not like you didn't flirt back at home. it's just– you were used to the boys being your size, less intimidating, and a lot less… blue?

"don't go jumping to conclusions now. i just asked you to repeat yourself," the boy said, his hands up in fake surrender.

"yeah yeah, here," you said, handing him your loofa that norm had given you as he slid back into the water behind you. you could feel his presence towering over you, but you noticed he kept a respectable distance between your bodies. he looked at the loofa strangely but noticed it was already lathered up, so he brought the item to your back and began rubbing in circular motions.

you hummed in content. the feeling was so relaxing you could fall asleep right here right now. but was it really the feeling of the loofa on your back that was relaxing you, or was it the feeling of security that you felt consuming you as the attractive na'vi boy stood behind you, handling you with so much care that he hadn't even given himself?

looking at your shoulder where his hands focused, you noticed he had five fingers.

"hey, you have five fingers like me!" you held your hand up for him to see, and he noticed the little pieces of gold that decorated your fingers.

"what are those gold things sitting on your fingers?" he asked, reaching for one of them. you pulled your hand away and brought it to your chest. "finish washing my back, and then we can talk more. i don't know why i find you so interesting, but i think i wanna keep you" you smiled up at him. you don't know why you're so interested in this na'vi guy. you've never had a boyfriend or crush before because you never had time for boys. you were always focused on your athletics and practice and staying in shape. you never had time for anything. that's why you wanted to experience college so much because it gave you the perfect balance between your sports, your academics, and your social life. obviously, that didn't happen, though.

lo'ak quickly finished off your back, taking notice of your back dimples.

back dimples are very common amongst na'vi, but he didn't know humans had them too. maybe it was eywa or just lo'ak being stupid, but he took it upon himself to place his thumbs in your back dimples, the rest of his hands resting on your waist.

you started blushing immediately, your face growing hotter and hotter as you processed his hands on your hips. "lo'ak!" you yelled at him, pushing his hands off. your actions snapped the boy out of his trance, and he proceeded to apologize profusely. "i'm sorry!! it's just that na'vi people have back dimples, and i didn't know that skypeople could have them too."

"well, i didn't know aliens could have five fingers, so it looks like we're both pleasantly surprised now, aren't we–"

"i'm not an alien. i'm na'vi. you're the one whos an alien here, y/n." he spoke, poking your side, causing you to laugh as you were ticklish on your sides.

"lo'ak, stop it!!" you laughed, trying to shield your sides from him. "get outt!! i still have to put my clothes on," covering your top half again; you turned to push the blue boy out of your hot spring and back to where he was standing earlier so you could dry yourself and put your new clothes on.

you felt naked still by the time you finished tying your top over your chest. you sighed, looking down at the 'loincloth' as norm had called it. it wasn't really your style. you made a mental note to make your clothes your own when you returned to the shack.

lo'ak, though, thought you looked beautiful in traditional na'vi clothing. he knew spider looked stupid wearing it but you...

you were stunning.

he felt like you had sucked all the air out of his lungs. he was speechless. nobody had ever left him in awe like this. you really were it for him, and this was only the first time he had met you. lo'ak internally groaned, thinking about how he literally has to fight his mother to keep you alive, but he decided to think about that later, wanting to focus on you now.

you weren't surprised by how calm you were about being taken to a completely different planet. i mean, sure, you were freaking out when you first got here, but now that you've had time to reason, you realize that there's no going home. ever. and if you're being honest, the way you acted when you got here was so out of character for you. usually, you were calm, always allowing things to roll off your back, not allowing them to bother you too much. so if you can't leave, you might as well get comfortable because this is your life now.

honestly, this isn't the first time you've been displaced. your mother abandoned you at a fire station when you were two months old. at least that's what the foster care system told you. and as a child, it seemed like everyone wanted you. you were a young child prodigy. you had a promising future running track, so why wouldn't anyone want to keep you?

that was always the question you would ask when you found yourself dropped back at the foster care agency.

what didn't anyone want to keep you?

once you finished getting dressed, you told lo'ak he could turn around as you sat on a rock nearby so you could put your jewelry back on. yeah, you bathe with your rings on but not everything else. you put on your necklaces, waist chain, bracelets, and anklet. as lo'ak watched you decorate yourself with all these chains? he couldn't help but admire how they complimented your figure—especially the one on your waist and ankle.

"why do you decorate yourself so much?" lo'ak asked as he looked over the pieces that littered your body.

"it's called jewelry. everyone on earth wears it. well, if it's your preference, you wear it. i really just like making my own bracelets and matching my rings with them. i try to keep everything else gold so it matches." you explained as you finished linking your anklet. "what is gold?" lo'ak asked, reaching to grab your hand. you let him analyze the rings on your fingers and the bracelets adorning your wrist. "gold is an element on earth mainly used to make jewelry. it's pretty cheap sometimes, but you have to make sure it's not fake because people try to scam you."

"scam?"

"yeah, you guys don't have scammers? or like shady people you live with that try to manipulate and steal from you?" you asked, confused. are scammers not universal people?

"no. we, omatikaya people, are family. we live as brothers and sisters. if anyone needs anything, they can find it out in the forest or ask a family friend for it, but there's never stealing going on. are 'scammers' on earth a regular thing?"

"oh my god, yes, they are! i get like five scammers a day texting me on instagram–" you groaned, finally having someone to vent your frustration to. your friends never really listened to you when you talked, but they always swore up and down that you were the best of friends. you knew they just wanted to be around you because of your reputation, but you would've rathered fake friends than no friends. you didn't want to be alone your whole life, you know?

"instagram?" there are so many components to earth that lo'ak had never heard about. his father never really talked about his life on earth, choosing to prioritize his present rather than explaining his past. you noticed that there was obviously a worldly difference between the two of you, and he looked like he was interested in all the funny words coming out of your mouth.

"yeah, it's a social media app. that you get on your phone." you laughed as he tilted his head. your words were foreign, and he wanted to know what they meant.

"what are these things? explain them to me. i wanna understand." lo'ak sat before you settled in, giving you his full attention. you blushed at his sudden actions but did as he asked. you began explaining so many 'earth things' to him, from sports to social media, even political issues, and he totally agreed with all of your opinions.

you two talked for hours, the distance between you getting smaller and smaller the more you talked. neither of you had even realized eclipse had set in. looking up to the sky briefly as he laughed at a joke you told him, lo'ak noticed the eclipse, and immediately his heart dropped. you were lost in your conversation about track because lo'ak had asked you about your favorite sport, and you didn't notice him rise from his sitting position beside you.

"–i hated when my coach would tell me they needed me to run the 4x4. those suck, and i'm not even a long-distance runner–"

"–y/n, i'm so, so, sorry to interrupt you, but i have to go. like right now. but i want to see you again, okay? so please stay safe." and with that, the blue boy took off into the forest, disappearing before you could get a word in. you sighed, upset that he left so suddenly but thought back to what he said before he left.

'i want to see you again, okay? so please stay safe.’

he wants to see you again.

you blushed, playing with one of your bracelets, as you let his words sink in. he wants you to be safe so he can see you again. you've had boys interested in you, but it was always for the same reason your 'friends' hung out with you. you would never stoop that low, so on top of never having time for boys, even if you wanted to carve out time for one, none of the ones back on earth were worth it. they were just all fame chasers, and you hated how people never wanted to know you.

you stood from your place on the rock, gathering your belongings and using the map that norm gave you so you could get back as fast as possible.

the whole walk back, you couldn't help but think about him, where he had to go, why he left so suddenly, and just who he was as a person. neither one of you got to talk a lot about yourself because you were so caught up in explaining things on earth, but you hoped the next time you saw him, you two could get to know each other and maybe even become friends. you could use a friend on this god-forsaken planet, and it's not like you have any plans of leaving anyways, so you might as well.

back at the lab, max was working around, doing his usual scientist-man thing, when he noticed some blood on the door handle. obviously, it was yours from earlier, but this gave max a chance to experiment on something he had been thinking about a lot.

could you be related to theodora?

he can't deny the prominent resemblance, but it could always just be a coincidence. so max took a clean q-tip, swabbing some of the blood off to the door handle before storing it away in a ziplock bag. he planned to test your dna later, on a day when he was in the lab alone, so he wouldn't have to deal with any disturbances.

as max stored the ziplock away, you walked into the shack.

"goodnight, max! i'm going to bed. tell norm i said goodnight." you said, quickly waving at them and then disappearing into theodora's old room. max was shocked, to say the least. were you being nice? it was like a completely different girl just walked into the lab. your attitude had vanished alongside the snide remarks and the many curse words in your vocabulary. it had all vanished.

max didn't know if he was scared or grateful.

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NYCTM: A moment with you || part IV

neteyamxfem!human reader

🎐content warning; little bit of angst, jealous neteyam, 🎐fluff [trust me on this one]

🎐a/n; no synopsis since I tend to slip away💀 as usual your feedbacks will encourage to write more! Reblogs are okay🤍 Enjoy reading!

edit: I finally fix🥹 after posting this I went to sleep right away.

3.6k words. part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5

“Can someone switch places with me? If staring can cause death, you guys would be crying right now”

Tilting your head slightly to take a glance on the man who just touch your face just a while ago. His stares is so deadly that you can tell, a hole is being drilled at the back of your head

“Maybe if you are not so close to Nate, he will stop”

Brows arching you turn to look at Spider who is eating. He shrug his shoulder as if his words were a matter of fact. You let out a annoyed huff and went to sit beside Max. All of you are gathered here since Jake invited you to take part with the celebration

You finish your food quickly and excuse yourself to go to the hut where the Sully family arranged for you and the others to have a space to put your things while you guys are here. Grabbing your bag, you pull out your diary and stare down at the drawings. Your mind immediately eases as you let out a sigh, if everything’s coming down all you have to is stare at this drawings and your mind will immediately be at ease

“Hey, you good?”

Nate had followed you noticing the discomfort you were feeling, you nodded and the man sat beside you. Resting your head on his shoulders, you felt his arm wrap around your shoulder

“I know Max told me to take it easy but how? These memories just keeps on coming like a flood”

Nate hum and his fingers carress your arm making you relax, closing your eyes you let everything go away. When Nate came into your life, he help you get back to your own feet. He was there through ups and down, supporting you on whatever your antics were

One time, you questioned him on what is the white thing that is falling down the sky. He told you the meaning of it and what are the fun things to do with it. The moment you ask him to teach him how, he held your hands and lead you outside. You can still remember the two of you playing and laying down while laughing to your hearts out

“Want to get away from here? I know you have been dying to see all the corners of this forest”

You immediately move away and look at him, you can’t hold back your smile

“You really know how to comfort me huh?”

“Ofcourse! What are friends for?”

You laugh and the two of you ran out, away from there.

Neteyam notices that you didn’t come back neither the man who pulled you away from him earlier, eyes meeting his. Oh how much he want to send the man flying across the other side

“I see you, Y/N”

He was about to hug when someone pulled you and put you behind him. He let out a low groal, the man before him look at him with displeased and Neteyam wanted nothing more to punch him straight on the face

“Get back. She’s not someone you can touch easily.”

“You—“

“Bro! Let’s get you dress up for the celebration!”

Lo’ak intervened and drag Neteyam away from the scene, Neytiri hiss at Nate before following her sons. Spider push Nate not too hard and glared at him

“You are the one who can’t touch Y/N easily, dimwit”

Neteyam got up and was about to go to the hut where his father provided for you but he saw two figures running. He caught a glimpse of your hair and immediately decided to follow but he wish, he didn’t.

Your smiling face, hands being held by someone other than him, warmth that was only for him to feel. If only he have his bow right now, he would of shot that man’s face

“Look at this Nate! This is so cool!”

Neteyam watch you from a far, how you took off your shoes to let your toes feel the ground. How you twirl around, your sweet voice. Ah, his hopelessly inlove with you.

“Aren’t they pretty?“

He heard you ask and he swear to Eywa, he could have revealed himself and strangle the man’s neck when he tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear

“Yeah… so pretty”

Although your reaction made Neteyam’s heart calm down as you only laugh and ressume admiring the beauty of his home.

‘That’s right. You don’t deserve her affection, skxawng’

“Sorry for this…”

You shyly whispered but that didn’t escape the Olo’eyktan’s ears, making him smile. For you to be riding with his ikran, your back press to his chest. You simply wish that this ride will end swiftly. You didn’t think he would offer to take you with him, I mean, it’s Neteyam! The Olo’eyktan!

‘For the love of God, calm my heart down’

“Do you want to see more? The view when you’re above the forest is majestic!”

Lo’ak said making you get intrigued more, it’s been a month now ever since you came back and you can say that you have seen most of the things on the forest now. So what Lo’ak just suggested just made spark something inside you

“Really?! Then me and Nate can fly through aircraft. We can fo—“

“No no! We will ride our ikrans~ I promise you that it will be better than riding those”

You look at Nate who is sitting beside you, he looked at you and just nod

“Then maybe we can ride with you Lo’ak? me and her”

Lo’ak click his tongue and wave his hands. He stood up and place his hands on the side of his hips

“You are flying with me Nate”

You look at the younger Sully if that’s the arrangement. Then who’s going to take you? A smirk appeared on Lo’ak’s lips then his eyes move to look at the person who just came in

“Oh don’t worry Y/N! My big bro will fly with you!!”

Neteyam suddenly maneuvered his ikran to sideways and you let out a yelp and you couldn’t help but grab tight on his arms, this earn a laugh from him. He touch your arm and whispered something that you can’t help but open your eyes

“I got you. Open your eyes and witness the beauty of Eywa’s creation”

You first let out a breath to relax yourself and when you feel the steady movement you slowly open your eyes and can’t help but gasp

Mountains floating, water falling from it. Kinds of birds you haven’t seen flying past by you and Neteyam. You look down and saw the incredible view, if the forest looks so pretty from the ground what more from above?

“Told ya you would enjoy it! Now let’s go HIGHEEEER!!! Wooohhooooo!!!”

“LO’AKKKKK!!!!!!!”

You heard Lo’ak and Nate scream but more like Nate’s is screaming for his life. You nervously laugh and turn slowly to face Neteyam

“You surely wouldn’t right?”

He smirk at you and your face went pale

“Hold tight, girlie”

You scream when his ikran suddenly fly up high that you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his. You swear you blurted out all the bad words you know, making Neteyam just laugh at your reaction

“You can open your eyes now. You wouldn’t want to miss this”

“No! If I’m to open them, I will die!”

Neteyam let out a chuckle and wrap his one arm around your waist, you grip more tightly on his other laugh with his sudden move, he lean down so he can whisper into your ears

“I won’t let you go, I promise”

Something in his words assured you so you took your time calming yourself, when you were calm enough. You open your eyes and saw the sea of clouds before you, the sun settling above but it’s warm doesn’t hurt your eyes neither your skin. You can feel a different kind of warm radiating from the sun

“Beautiful…”

Neteyam look at your expression, it’s the same expression you had when you two were flying together

“Yes, very beautiful”

After some time all of you decided to go down now as the eclipse is nearing. You can feel your legs being all wobbly the moment you got down, luckily Neteyam is there to hold you. Still remembering how his arms were wrap around your waist, blush creep into your cheeks

“Thank you for today, Neteyam”

“No worries. Although I want to show you something and I know you haven’t gone there”

You tilt your head at the side and was about to ask him when a arm forcefully grab you

“Nate! Did you see th—“

“Let’s go home. Max must be worried”

“Huh? But…”

You turn to look at Neteyam and he have this expression that can be interpreted that he wants to tackle Nate down. You grab your arm away from Nate and ran to Neteyam

“Let’s go some other time, yeah? See you Neteyam!”

You said and wave goodbye to him as you angrily walk pass by Nate.

Neteyam watch you disappear from his sight, looking at his hands that was touching you today. Lo’ak notice this and elbowed his brother

“So? Did you manage to catch her attention this time?”

Neteyam laugh and put his arm around his brother’s shoulder and the both of them walk towards their home

“You should have throw that annoying fly. He won’t die, I just know that”

Lo’ak fake a shock expression

“Damn! That came from our olo’eyktan? You’re crazy bro”

Neteyam shake his head with a smile on his lips

“Just crazy in love brother”

This morning Norm and Max told you that they need to show you something, it was something that you have achieved before you got knock out, yeah you called your disease like that. It’s already afternoon and you are bored to your hearts out waiting for them to come back, you want to go out but the chance of you seeing Neteyam might be the cause of your anothe knock out

“One more kiss?” Neteyam beg

“Fine!”

You can feel your face heating up and you immediately bury your head on the pillow screaming, unlike all of the memories you have been seeing, all of them are blurry but this time, it was so clear that you can’t brush it off

‘Just who is Neteyam to my life?!’

“That brother, is you call a human about to become a worm”

Your head whipped at the side so fast you heard something crack, you rub your neck and glared at Spider who came in with Lo’ak and Kiri

“Everyone! Except with that person whose name is disgusting”

Lo’ak laugh and lightly hit Spider on the chest, Kiri giggled as she walk towards you

“Hey Kiri! Here to see Dr. Grace again?”

“Yes! I would love to have a chat with you but I’ll talk to my mother first~”

You laugh and let her go, you know how much she loves her mother. You watch the three of them hang out and you can definitely say that they are close, then you remembered how Lo’ak said that you’d choose hanging out with Neteyam. Maybe that’s why you have those memories with him! But then what about the…

“Waahhhh!!!!”

“Have you finally gone crazy?”

“Max! Norm! I have been waiting! Now what is it you are going to show me?”

The two men look at each other and told you to follow them, they led you to a room and notice that a white cloth is covering something. You see all the monitors as is monitoring something

“And??”

You impatiently remark and Norm told you to calm as they prepare something, you notice a pod that they opened then Max walk over to remove to the cloth and your jaw drop, not literally but you know

“This… this is like Dr. Grace..”

You muttered under your breath and walk around it, you see it flinch as if it’s just sleeping. Features similar on how you look.

“This is what you achieved on such a young age, the moment you tried it out, you were sprinting out only for your heart to lead a failure”

You clench your fist, you have a vague memory of it. Turning to look at Max who is looking at you

“Do you.. do you want to try it again? We figured out that it is time for you to freely explore Pandora. Your body is stronger now, I’m sure you will be okay.”

You glance at the avatar then back to Max, your heart already thumping fast but something is telling you, whispering that if you do this. You will certainly remember the true purpose on why you created this, why you pursued making this

Neteyam is busy on sharpening his hunting tools together with his hunting party when he notice the commotion, several Na’vi ran to take a look and all of them looks like they are circling on something

“Back off! If he sees you guys, he will surely rip your throats out”

Hearing the voice of his brother he immediately stood up, the people made way for him his gaze drop at the woman standing before him. He recognize those garments, it belongs to his sister but the person who’s wearing it is not his sister

He ran down his gaze throughout your body then back to meet your gaze, you bit your lower lip and tuck a strand of your hair

“H-Hi… Neteyam…”

Lo’ak’s lips is curve up into a smile seeing how dumb his brother look, well, all of them were also like this. You look pretty, you can easily rival to the women who is said to be beautiful on the clan

“Y/N…”

You were about to reply when Neteyam suddenly pulled you into a hug, burying his face on the crook of your neck. This earn a mad blush from you as you let out a nervous laugh and patted his back

“Sorry! It’s just… wow!”

You can’t help but laugh and the feeling of you being here, feels like that you belong here. Especially beside Neteyam.

At the other side Jake together with Neytiri, Max and Norm is watching all the commotion, they can’t help but still feel a little bit of worried but they know that this time, Neteyam won’t let anything happened to you. Although all Jake that wants now is for you to remember his son, to remember your love for him. If that’s not too late…

Jake’s eyes narrowed down at Nate who is clenching his fist, as he watch you smile and giggle to whatever Neteyam says to you. Something is bugging Jake about this young man but he decided to take care of it later as he doesn’t want to miss the happy moments of his son

—

Five months have passed and you earn yourself a place on the clan, Neteyam was the one who teach you their way just not to feel left out, he also trained you on how to get yourself a ikran

On those months you have also concluded that you like him, not because of the memories that keeps on coming back but because you saw how he cares for you whether you’re in your human form or avatar form. Neteyam is always true to you

“Remember that time when I told you that I wanted to show you something?”

You two sat on a trunk, the two of you were out hunting as you were ask by Neytiri to hunt with Neteyam. Who are you to decline when it’s your chance to get a moment with him?

“Yeah, but we got so busy these days…”

“Mhm but wanna go there now?”

You look at the animals you bought have catch

“What about this?”

“I’ll just put that at the back of my ikran.”

You finally agreed and the both of you called your ikran. While waiting for your ikrans, you tried to speak to him

“Thank you by the way…”

He turn to look at you, he look so pretty while leaning the back of his body with the help of his hands that is place on both of his sides. Your eyes flutter and you hug your knees, resting your head on top of it, facing him

“Thanks for helping me overcome my fear of heights. I mean, what’s the use of this if I’m afraid right? So yeah, thanks..”

Neteyam smiled softly and move closer to you as he put his hand on your cheeks, thumb rubbing circle on your cheek. The cold air is slowly turning into warm, staring straight to his eyes you felt as if you were being pulled

For it to be only disappear when both of your ikrans arrived making you both jump away from each other

“L-Let’s go!”

You said and connected your queue to your ikran and hop on, you fly up ahead of him not wanting to let him see your expression right now. For sure, you look incredibly stupid right now

Seconds later Neteyam was right beside you with his ikran

“Follow me”

You nodded and the both of you fly throughout the sky but Neteyam’s heart is telling him to fly with you. You in front of him, his arms on your waist. Minutes later he found a spot and landed on it. You followed thinking this is it

“Here already?”

“No but can.. can you ride with me?” You look at him puzzled “But I am already?” Neteyam let out a breath, he made a space and patted it as he stare directly at you

“Here by my side, please?“

Your grip to your ikran hardened, not breaking a second of contact on his eyes you nodded, you disconnected your queue from your ikran and press your forehead against it’s own and told her to go back for now

Your ikran as if understanding you flew away and you walk towards Neteyam, his ikran bend down making it easy for you to ride, he still help you though by placing his hand on your hips

“Thank you”

You can only nod at your head when his breath fan against your left cheek. You heard him command his ikran to resume flying, feeling the cold air you can’t help but admire the stars that are twinkling, the moons that shine brightly. You felt him poke your side and you glance at him and he motion you to look down

When you look down you were taken back by how every plant is glowing, you can even see a pond that is glowing, fireflies dancing above the water, you were enjoying the view when Neteyam maneuvered his ikran to fly a little bit higher and you can’t help but be at awe on how everything ahead of you is just plants, trees that are glowing softly. Animals noices that you can’t identify what’s what.

“Everything is so beautiful! Neteyam! Thanks for…”

You turn slightly to look at him but you caught him looking at you, tears threatening to fell down but your hands quickly found it’s place to his face

“What’s wrong?“ you ask, worried. He only shook his head

“I lied Y/N. The place I wanted you to see, it’s non-existent. The only place I want to be is to be beside you..”

You look straight at his eyes and you felt his hand gently grab yours as he kiss your palms, then kiss your knuckles

“Neteyam.. you..”

He nestled his face on your hands and look at you

“All I ever wanted throughout these years is for you to be finally beside me and now that you’re here… it still feels that you are far away…”

“What are you saying?” He cup your cheeks and place a soft kiss on it

“I don’t care if you don’t remember me, we can make memories again. Just don’t leave me again, please? I don’t know if I can live knowing you will leave me again..”

You notice your years trailing down from your eyes to your cheeks, you touch it and felt your heart breaking seeing him cry, Neteyam always look tough. Him leading their clan to a successful hunt. He always look stern around his family, this side of his is surely a new to you

“Do you like me?” You ask, Neteyam let out a laugh and lean his forehead to yours

“Like? I see you, Y/N. Never have I stop loving you, it’s always you. Always”

He grab your hands and along with his he position to your stomach, hands intertwined. He claim your lips as you made no protest. You two shared a kiss that was supposed to be shared long time ago, he pulled away and kiss your eyelids, nose then put a quick kiss on your lips. You both smiled and your head remain rested on his shoulder as you both conitnue flying throughout the sky, while holding each other

“I see you, Y/N”

“I see you, Neteyam”

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In case you guys are wondering, NO, this is not the ending😊

Y/N fell in love with him all over again! And Neteyam?! Hello! He have always love you, not wanting to choose anyone other than you! But wait! As they say, when everything is going fine there will be always storm charging towards you, right? So yeah, sit tight and enjoy the upcoming parts!

Also can I read some of your favorite part of this chapter? How you feel on this update? Please leave a comment!

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eddiemunsxn · 2 years

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— road gate.

masterlist. / nav.

❰ about. the one where we get billy back bc screw the duffelbag bros

❰ warnings. fem!reader, mentions of smut, angst, fluff, grieving, mentions of blood

❰ word count. 4.1k

❰ note. reader doesn’t know much about the upside down, and didn’t get involved with the party until the events of season three. she’s known max and billy since they first came to hawkins! also, i may write more than one version of billy coming back inspired from some theories i’ve seen. this one just came to me randomly and might not make sense or could be messy, but i just want him back anyway, anyhow dammit 😭

His absence was like a gray sky, spread over everything, and as sad as the beginning of springtime. Few people cried for him.

You held your grief, two limp tulips in each hand, and one in your mouth. Your grip was tight, and your cries muffled by the stem. No one else cared to water these flowers, these memories of sacrifice, for Billy. Your tears were not enough to keep them alive. You nor Max, the only people he was rooted in.

So you ripped the flowers out like knives from a body, letting the arteries dry up—letting every emotion finally bleed out. It was too much to keep the tulips in the earth of your heart when they were already dying. You needed to move on, but not forget.

Shut away in your room, and sitting on your bed, you let yourself feel the hurt. The hurt was important to heal.

You went through all the shades of blood, from the brightest—the best memories of you and Billy, to the last degree of reds—black. Terrible anxiety. It seized you by the throat. Seized you by the need for Billy’s existence—the feeling that without him you were lost, or rather, that you preferred anything at all to having lost him.

Your anguish made you fold in on yourself, chest pressing to your knees. It made your hands form claws, fingers curling in like a dead spider’s legs. You froze in that position, rigid as if plagued by rigor-mortis. You trembled as your sobs forced your jaws apart in a silent scream. It pained your jaws to be open so wide, and caused a heavy headache.

Griefs and regrets came to you one by one, attracted to the smell of your emotions’ blood. They perched on your shoulders as crows, weighing you down even more, talons sinking into you.

You wished you looked at Billy longer. All those times he tried to invite reactions out of you by standing so close his scent filled your lungs—teakwood, leather, and cigarettes, and angling his head down to try and meet your eyes. You were too flustered to do more than glances, but he thought it was cute. It showed in the way he grinned—the type of smile he only ever had around you.

His happiness was as rare as a blue moon, and when it was there, it was like a chord from his favorite song—of such pure gravity. It saddened you to see how he normally felt; angry, and needing to lash out from pain, by inflicting it. But he didn’t deserve to suffer or die. He was not unforgivable. He just needed the chance to change, to do better.

You wished you could have given him more happiness. Something to ease his pain. He didn’t always let you in, even when his eyes gleamed like liquid mercury with tears. Neil always made him feel weak, so Billy strived to be strong however he could.

You wished you touched him more than you already had the chance to. More than playing with the prominent curl of hair at his forehead, drawing a hand up his chest, exposed even beneath two layers of clothing, or simply embracing him.

In public, you were shy, but he never was. He secured an arm around you whenever he could; across your shoulders, or around your waist and hooked a finger in your belt loop. Always, in some way, you were pulled closer to him. He needed the kind of touch that didn’t instill fear, but comforted him, and you gave that to him.

In the school parking lot, you vividly remembered the boldest thing you did. You weren’t one to show off, but you were overcome with such a need for Billy that you didn’t care who saw.

You sat on the hood of his Camaro, and he stood between your legs, squeezing your hips. Like an enthused cat, his pupils were swollen, limiting the blue of his rises to a thin ring.

He glanced down to your chest, fitted with a cami top, and detailed with lace. The material had the sheen of pearls, and hugged your shape; the swell of your braless breasts, and the curves of your torso.

Stop looking, you thought. And do something.

When he didn’t, you did. And it took him by surprise. Pleasantly.

You snatched his chain necklace, Mother Mary and Son pendant imprinting your palm, and pulled him down to capture his lips. You fit him tighter between your legs, your other hand grasping his denim jacket.

The kiss was hot enough to join metals, and branded your memory forever. But you wished you had more of those moments. Always more than what you already had.

You could have had more time with him; if you skipped classes like he asked, if you didn’t leave his bed before late morning, if you lingered by the pool a little longer. But you tried to cherish what time you did have with him. You didn’t know it would be all you’d have.

Your anguish soon calmed, loosening its grip on your body, but you wondered if you had any blood left in you. As though you were coming down from hot flashes, your body was chilled and shivering.

Lying down on your side and scrunching up in the fetal position, you looked at the empty space next to you.

It was strange how memories were all around you. Strange, uninvited, and painful, yet still warming.

School nights never mattered. Billy found ways to convince you of that. He only wanted you, not good grades.

You had tried to make an effort to be quiet when he knelt down and got his fingers full of you, his mouth on you. The splash of his tongue melted you like a sugar cube.

Then you were full of him, and every thrust took you and him together like a violin bow, drawing sweet noises from two separate strings.

But it was the aftermath, in the morning light, waking up to him after he undid you the night before. His breaths were cool and light on your skin. He touched your face, reading the structure of you like braille; tracing the curve of your jawline and cheekbones, feeling the softness of your plush lips, lightly admiring the hickey on the pulse point of your throat.

You and him were quiet the whole time, but didn’t need words to speak to one another. Touch was a language, too.

You drew your fingers up his forearm, over the bumps of tendons, to tangle your fingers with his. Hands held up between you, sunlight gilded yours and Billy’s skin as if something holy was emanating from both of you.

You felt his pulse in his hand, and you were sure that was it. The mingling of heartbeats—thumping that morse code only lover’s understood.

A telltale pinch behind your eyes stole you from the memory. A memory of past bliss that became the anguish of today; how it leapt and snapped. How it nipped at you, unexpectedly. Cradling your hand, sobs bubbled out from you. You closed your eyes, hot tears stinging like fresh wounds.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes snapped open, body shocked stiff.

The voice was faint, and echoey as if coming from the end of a chasm. Wavering as if underwater. It was Billy’s voice.

On your nightstand, the lamp’s light stuttered like a palpitating heart.

Hearing his voice, seeing lights tremble—it had been constant for almost a year. You had not only lost Billy, but maybe your mind as well.

You didn’t talk to anyone about it. Not your parents. They didn’t know how Billy really died, and would medicate you for your “hallucinations”, or put you up with a shrink.

You didn’t talk to Max about it, either. Not lately. She withdrew from everyone. You still took her to school some days, but she was never there in that passenger seat. Her headphones whisked her away from this world as much as a good book did.

Your escape was Billy’s Camaro. You had saved it from the scrapyard, using your college funds to buy it and fix it up yourself. You didn’t have much knowledge of cars, but made do with books and lessons from VHS tapes.

The Camaro wasn’t the only thing of Billy’s you managed to keep. You had his denim and leather jackets, his necklace, and his silver spike earring.

Having the things of a person was never as good as having who they belonged to, just as you couldn’t enjoy a flower with only one of its petals. Although, these belongings kept you as close as you could get to someone who was gone. The connection to Billy through his things was a thin, measly string, but it meant everything. Just as much as the memories did—good and bad.

As you kept turning him over in your mind and in your heart, you closed your eyes again, exhaustion weighing you down like overly damp clothes.

God help him. He had no one to guide him. He was in the dark, and the only light was red. It blinked and cracked the black sky. All around him, spores floated like marine snow in the oceans. Fleshy vines branched across everything—up walls, trees, across the ground. Creatures, some with faces that opened up as toothed petals, prowled and flew overhead.

Billy was sure it was hell, perhaps his personal hell. It mirrored Hawkins, yet there were no other people, and his house didn’t have his belongings—as though he never lived in it. But your house—it was where he went to and stayed. He always felt safest there, even in what he assumed to be hell, or purgatory.

Your home had your things, especially your mom’s, from her Eternal Beau and Hornsea Pottery collections in the kitchen, to the glass fish ornaments and L’Enfant Poster in the living room.

The name plaque on your bedroom door ensured that Billy, as well as your prying parents, knew exactly whose messy and poster adorned room lay within. Almost every girl had a door plaque, and if it helped you to assert your individuality, then why not?

But Billy didn’t recognize some things in your room. You had Duran Duran and Spandau Ballet posters (if you weren’t Duran Duran then you were all about Tony Hadley and the Kemp Brothers) when he remembered posters of Mötley Crüe, Twisted Sister, and AC/DC.

What he did recognize were your Pound Puppies—teddies based on sad-eyed, homeless dogs in the pound, snow globes, your lockable diary, Smash Hits magazines, and your boom box. Even if it was tacky, it was pink, and you probably played Wham and Duran Duran because, of course, before the hormones kicked in and you wanted posters of real rockstars on your walls, you were a lot more innocent.

Such as with your Care Bears. A sunshine bear, a lucky bear, and one of the love bears sat lined up against your pillows; neat as books on a library shelf.

Billy stood by your bed. It was tidy, like usual, but he had known it to be unmade most days because of him. He grabbed the coral pink Love-a-Lot Bear, remembering...

He snagged the bear and flopped onto your bed with a content sigh, crossing his legs. He held the pink plush on his bare chest, red button shirt as open as a sliced wound.

“Can you give me some privacy, please?” Girded with a towel, you moved to your dresser. “Like, just close your eyes or something.”

“Mmm.” Billy hummed, closing his eyes, and pressing his lips into a thin line. “No.” He opened his eyes, using the care bear’s paw to point at you.

You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him, digging around in your drawers.

“Why are you so shy all a sudden?”

“I’m not. I just don’t like being watched. It’s like when teachers are looking over your shoulder during a test.”

“I like looking at you.” He knew you by your sounds, your movements, so well. He always tried to listen and look at you like you were new to him. He didn’t want to get used to you, didn’t want to lose you to habit. He wanted to experience you every day like the first time he saw you, the first time he heard your voice, and the first time he felt you.

“For how much longer?” You spoke quietly, maybe not meaning for him to hear it, but he did.

“Hey.” His heavy tone made you turn to him, and he moved away from the bed to stand before you. He gripped the care bear at his side. “You think I’m gonna move on to the next girl after a few weeks? Think I’ll get bored?”

You looked up at him with eyes like your stuffed Pound Puppy’s, big and droopy. When he saw you looking up like that he knew that he loved you, and that it was for always. He knew it then and there. It was a strange feeling - when he knew quite certainly in himself that something was for always.

“Do I still find you sexy, and will I continue to? Hell. Yes.” He emphasized the two words by tapping the care bear’s nose against yours. It elicited a flustered smile from you, one that you tried to hide by dipping your head.

Warmth bloomed in Billy’s chest. “Look at me, princess.”

You did.

“I still try to get a peek at you when you get out of the shower, or when you get dressed in the morning. I want to look at you because I like you. Maybe more than I thought I would.”

“Then you’re an idiot, Billy Hargrove. You’re stuck with me.”

His smile pinched dimples in his cheeks. “Guess that means I’m your idiot.”

He heard you crying again. The sounds faded in and out like a tuning radio. He sank to his knees like a desperate man into prayer beside your bed, gripping the Love-a-Lot bear. “I’m here. I’m here…” He cried. The crying of something leaving the body—hope.

He had tried to talk to you. Tried to let you know he was stuck and could hear you. He heard everything you said, and even the music you played.

The first time he heard the music from your pink boombox, Cutting Crew’s song, “I’ve Been In Love Before” was playing. And something cradled the boombox, hanging in the air like dust.

Wary, Billy touched the particles, and as he did the song was tuned louder, the dust turned gold around his hand. The same thing happened with lights when he neared them. They got brighter.

He thought he could reach you this way, but it didn’t seem to work. He wondered if you were even hearing him when he tried to talk, or when he messed with your lights and music.

He knew this had to be his personal hell when he could hear you, when he knew you were there on the other side, but no matter what he did he would go unheard; be a ghost in the wall, fated to only observe as things lived and moved on without him.

Billy turned his back to your bed and settled down against it, eyes dry as a salt bed, and holding your care bear to his abdomen. A tear drew a hot line down his cheek, and he closed his eyes.

After you awoke, you retreated outside to the Camaro. All you had left to do was paint the scratches left from repaired dents, and the areas where the original paint was burned off.

You sat on a vibrantly colored gym scooter, able to easily roll around the car. Like a jeweler looking through a loupe, you focused intently on the scratches, blinking the strain from your eyes as you colored them in.

When you were done, you used your feet to push yourself away, the wheels of the scooter scratching against the cement. Admiring the car in full view, you drew in a deep, shaky breath. It was done.

Closing the driver’s door, you sat for a moment. You were almost too nervous to start the Camaro. Or too excited? You looked at the rearview mirror. Hanging from it was Billy’s necklace and earring—your lucky dice.

They were the push you needed. You turned the key, startling the engine awake, and jumpstarting your heart. It beat furiously in your chest and ears, but the vibrations from the car’s grumbling eased you.

Billy opened his eyes. He’d know that growl anywhere. He fled your room, following the noise outside. Through the spores, floating like wispy cotton seeds, he saw the dust again, mimicking where his car’s tail lamps and headlights were.

You had his Camaro.

He heard it accelerate, and like jets drawing clouds in the sky, the dust trailed behind.

His knee jerk reaction was to try and follow, but he stopped himself, knowing you’d be back. But when? Your empty house here felt emptier without your ghostly presence.

A cawing screech made him whip around, heart stuttering. The creature, with the face of a hookworm and leathery wings, was perched on the porch light. It wagged its wings and leapt from the light, prompting Billy to run for the tree line.

Gliding over the roof, more bats gathered like snowflakes. Their flapping shapes, appearing as static, were accentuated by the sky’s pulsing crimson light. They angled down after Billy.

The wind tossed and played with your hair as you sped down lonely roads, tracing their curves and ignoring their low number limits. You drove as Billy always did—a little too fast, a little too recklessly. You wanted to relive him anyway you could.

You momentarily closed your eyes, imagining it was you and him in the car, and he was the one driving. You held your hand out of the window, dipping into the high winds, and splaying your fingers; the breeze seeping through like cool water.

You saw Billy beside you, crooked smile teasing his mouth, and bumping his palm on the steering wheel to the beat of Poison.

The softness of his smile overwhelmed you with the stirring of wings in your chest. I’m gone for him, you had thought fondly. Aren’t I?

It was true. He was as deep in you as your pulse.

Absorbed in daydreams, you must have driven all around Hawkins, outlasting the sunlight. Night took reign, and on your way back you mindlessly took the road Fred Benson’s corpse was found on.

And something glowed ahead. A light, deeply hued as a natural, red spinel stone, poked through the middle of the road.

Billy hid in a gutted cabin, waiting, and trembling. It had been quiet, save for the thunder. The storm was always the same, never a molten silver sky, never shedding cool tears, only angry—like an infected wound.

He missed sunlight. He missed the shitty cow smell of Hawkins. He missed you. He missed his shitbird sister Mad Max. He missed being safe.

Here, everything was a threat, from the way the sky wrote its bad omens in messy red ink, to the predators always looking for him. Billy didn’t know what would happen if he was caught by one of the creatures. If he was killed, would he come back and be forced to try and survive all over again?

He moved away from the wall to peek out of the window, its jagged glass teeth threatening to chomp down on him as if he were in the jaws of an anglerfish. He skimmed the canopies for the bats—whether they were flying or camping in the branches. Nothing.

He emerged from the woods onto a road. He had to get back to your house. It was the only place he wanted to be here. But he heard something familiar to his right. The sound of his car.

You slowed the Camaro to a stop, and sat there, staring at the gaping wound. Quite literally. It looked like flesh sliced open.

Leaving the car running, you stepped out of it, haloed by the headlights. They cast a cookie cutter shape of your shadow that stretched taller than you. You warily approached the glowing gash.

Standing over it, you couldn’t see through, but the concealing of whatever was inside was thin—like skin stretched taut over a drum.

Billy expected the sound of the Camaro to pass by, but it stood still as those clouds of dust. For some reason, you had stopped. And then he saw the muffled light reaching out from the road. He thought it was sunlight, real daylight, when it was only from the Camaro.

He hurried to it, and upon seeing a human shadow stamped to the flesh of the gate, his body heat was snuffed out. Was it you? Slowly, he lowered to one knee. His body felt like an eggshell filled with arctic water; so cold, he could feel it emanate off of him.

“Who’s there?” He called.

You stilled, lungs on pause, and eyes blown wide as a camera lens. Billy. His voice. Coming from the other side?

“I said, who’s there?!”

Like a puppet cut from its strings, your legs gave out and you dropped to your knees. God damn everything if this wasn’t real. “Billy?!”

“Y/N? It’s you? Is that you?!” Emphasizing his last three words, Billy frantically beat his hands against the pavement.

“Billy, it’s me!” Your throat closed up, almost too tight to speak. “I’m here.”

Faraway screeching sounded. Billy twisted around, and flapping wings in the sky injected desperation into his voice. “Fuuuck! They’re coming!”

“Who? Billy, how do I get to you?!” Then you recalled that what covered the gate looked thin. Thin enough to easily break. At least you hoped so. “Billy grab my hand!”

Grimacing, you plunged your hand through the moist flesh, bursting out on Billy’s end like something undead waking from its grave. He seized you by the forearm, his grip a metal clamp.

You pulled, but the gravity of the gate kept it from being easy. You grabbed Billy’s arm and straightened up, bending your knees to get leverage. Gritting your teeth, tendons in your neck swelled as though they might pop free.

Like uprooting a long weed, Billy rose out from the road. He slapped his free hand down and pushed himself up, muscles bulging, and onto his side.

The strength snuffed from your body, you collapsed by him. Neither of you let go of one another. You always had the strength to hold on no matter what.

Eyes rimmed with stinging tears, you looked at him—all of him. His hair was wet and plastered to his face, as if he had just risen from water. Dried blood stained his white top like cola spilled over a table cloth. The blood from nine months ago.

You reached for him, moving the hair from his face to see his eyes. Fright and exhaustion shadowed them. But they were still as blue as you remembered.

You realized he was shaking.

“Billy,” you whispered. You thought of how many nights you had lain awake missing him, and caught hold of him tightly, melting against him like snow into fire.

He snaked an arm around you, molding you to him.

The miracle of both of your actualities, your breathing forms, and of being able to hold one another again was as great a miracle as hope and desperation may produce. Perhaps greater.

He drew a hand up your figure and sowed his fingers in your hair like roots in soil. Burying his face in the nook of your throat, he whispered in a broken, strained voice, “Y/N, I was so scared. So scared. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt anybody. He made me do it. Please, he made me do it. I’m sorry.”

He was home. And the first thing he did was apologize.

“I know.” You squeezed words out from your tight throat. “I know it wasn’t you.” You cradled his cheek, encouraging him to look at you—even with those eyes, glistening like light striking the edges of a diamond. “It’s not your fault.” You touched your thumb to the edge of his lips. “You’re safe now.”

He relaxed in your hold, his trembling easing away from the warmth of your words. Closing his eyes, tears escaped down his cheeks—one touching the webbing between your fingers. He exhaled a shaky breath he had been holding for months. He had finally awoken from a nightmare. It was all over.

You kissed him as you had in the school parking lot, but with the hunger of a year, and the tenderness of promise.

Pressing your forehead to his, you murmured, “You’re home, now.”

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#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x fem!reader #stranger things x reader

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hunter-gatherer-11 · 2 months

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This Is What Forever Looks Like (Lo'ak)

Not requested.

Scenario: Lo'ak confesses his love to a human girl.

Pairing: Lo'ak X Fem! Reader.

Fem Reader Description: Red Hair, Pale Skin, green eyes, and freckles.

Third Person POV

She was human, he was Na'vi. They were from different worlds, but that didn't stop them. He grew up with her, and she grew up with his family. She was the unofficial Sully kid, like Spider, except she was more...loved, as we'd say, because unlike Spider, she wasn't the enemy's kid (meaning Spider). She was used to being surrounded by more blue people than her own color, more used to being around aliens than her own species, and she even started acting like a Sully: her and Kiri were the sassy girls, she'd play stupid games and actually have fun with Tuk, and she loved starting trouble with Lo'ak, often laughing when Neteyam scolded them but feeling bad if he got in trouble for her and Lo'ak. But over time, that started changing for Lo'ak, and that scared him. He didn't know what this was, but from looking at his parents, he had an idea. And again, that scared him. You were everything to him, having always been there. He was scared to approach you with this. What if you didn't feel the same as him? What if he made things weird between you two? Everyone started noticing, from Norm and Max to his own parents and older brother. He'd smile more, was less inclined for trouble when you were with him, not wanting you hurt. He'd blush, and because the family was a dark blue, it would appear as a bright purple, which was....obvious, to say the least. Every time you laughed or smiled, that purple dusted his cheeks. He'd glance away when he saw you looking, and the blush would deepen. Kiri started teasing him relentlessly about it, but Neteyam and his parents were more subtle. One day, Neytiri was cooking dinner and she glanced out of her eye, the infamous side-eye Neteyam had inherited, and glanced at Lo'ak. He was sitting in the corner, drawing something on a sketchpad. He'd asked Norm for it, though the family couldn't understand why, and he never said anything or showed them what was in it. Tuk had snuck a glance once, but all she could say she saw was a lot of cream colors and lots of red. That clued in Neteyam, at least: Lo'ak was drawing you.

And he was. It was almost eclipse, and you were sitting in front of the lab. Dr. Max and Norm lived there, as did you, and if you weren't in the jungle, you were in your room, either watching 80's and late 90's movies or listening to music. Right now, you were looking up at the huge figure of Polyphemus, waiting for eclipse (A/N: Polyphemus has no rings and has fourteen moons, the most notable being Pandora). The slight breeze made her hair flutter, tickling her shoulders. About five feet behind her, Lo'ak's heart squeezed. He gripped the sketchpad tightly, the metal swirling binding making his hands sting. "Hey, um...Y/N?" He asked. You turned, your green eyes bright. "Lo'ak!" You crowed, seemingly happy to see him. He smiled shyly, sitting next to you, his tail tip flicking nervously, ears twitching. "I...wanna show you something," He said softly, and his voice deepened, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. "Sure," You said quickly, and he took a deep breath, flipping the pad around. It was you, drawn in pastels. You gasped, eyes widening. He'd perfectly captured your often-dreamy gaze, and your hair rolled over your shoulders like red water. "Lo..." You whisper, taking the pad. "It's beautiful," You whisper, green eyes catching gold. "So are you," He whispered, unable to look away. Your heart stopped, then began to pound. "Lo'ak..." You whispered, scooting closer. He blinked slowly, licking his lips nervously, and your eyes followed the movement before you leaned forward and kissed him. It wasn't like you thought it would be. You thought, honestly, that it'd be a little sweet, nothing more. It was sweet, but also filled with so much love you were surprised you didn't explode. His hands cupped your face, huge against your human face, and kissed you slowly, achingly sweet, and the world slipped away and it was just you both.

"YES!" You heard Kiri scream and you both split, breathing hard, eyes wide.

Kiri cringed. "Sorry," She said, and you giggled, then started laughing. Lo'ak chuckled, shaking his head, pulling you closer. Kiri, seeing this, smirked and went back inside. "I've loved you for a really long time," Lo'ak whispered, nose touching yours. "Yeah, I could say the same," You giggled. "Why didn't you...ever tell me?" You asked him gently, your legs hooked around his waist as you sat in his lap. He shrugged, playing with the ends of your fiery hair. "I was scared," He admitted. "I didn't...realize, I guess, that I felt that way until I started noticing my mom and Dad, how they acted, and...I realized I wanted that. With you. But...I kept thinking, like, what if she doesn't feel the same, or something like that." He sighed. Your finger, tiny compared to his, lifted his chin. His gold eyes flicked to yours as you whispered, "I will never not choose you, Lo'ak. In any life, here or in the future, I'll choose you." You whispered, and kissed him again. "I love you. I See you," You whisper. You felt him shiver a little as he whispered hoarsely, "I See You."

The gas giant Polyphemus rose, eclipse setting over Pandora, as you two stayed like that, wrapped in each other and the words I See You hovering like stars.

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓼

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫?

Tw: some angst but fluff, reader is human, reader is gn, kiri’s seizure

Author’s note: I came up with a story, it’s somewhat of a Jake story but different. I hope this doesn’t offend anyone, I looked up some stuff up and I also hope you like it.

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It was an accident, long ago when you were a child, you and Spider had went to play with the Sully kids like you normally did. You were all having fun, until Spider and Lo’ak had the Idea that you all should climb a tree. You were the one that had climbed the highest, beating everyone. You wanted to climb higher, but you grabbed a really lose branch, when you got a hold of that branch, it snapped off. Causing you to fall down and hit the ground pretty hard.

Neteyam was the one to get Jake, when his dad saw you on the ground unconscious surrounded by Spider, Kiri and Lo’ak who had been crying because you had passed out. He took you back to Norm and Max as fast as he could. They had checked you, and you where fine, but something wasn’t right. The fall had done something to your spinal cord and that had caused your legs to paralyzed. When you woke up, you asked what happened. Norm and Max were glad that you had woken up, but when you had asked why you couldn’t feel your legs. They broke the news to you, that you won’t be able to ever walk again.

This destroyed you, you wouldn’t be aloud to run or climb trees like Spider and the Sullys. Norm had told Jake about your spinal injury, he felt horrible. You were only a child, when he told his kids Lo’ak felt guilty, it was his idea that you were in that situation since he suggested the climbing trees idea. Neytiri told him that it wasn’t his fault and that it was an accident.

Since then majority of the time you’d just stay in your room, upset that you weren’t able to go outside and play.

Spider would go and stay with you, he felt bad that you couldn’t come with him anymore, so he’d stay with you. When he’d go out, he’d come back with flowers for you, to make you feel better.

Long has passed since your accident, Norm had a talk with you. At first you didn’t want to listen but you did. He had told you that it’s not good for you to stay in your room all day, that if you keep doing that then you’ll always be upset.

As the time you had been thinking about Norm’s words. He was right. Then youo come out of your room. Jake had left his wheelchair behind, so it now became your wheelchair. You learned how to move yourself with your upper body along other things.

Since majority of the time you were indoors, you began to draw. You had asked Norm for some paper and a pencil, once you got them you began to draw.

Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Kiri would come to the lab to see you. They had brought you flowers since you weren’t able to go look at them outside.

During their time in the lab, you’d draw them, when finish you’d give them their portrait. When they’d go back home, they’d show their parents your drawings of them.

You were able to go outside, but only be on a certain areas. When the Sully kids had found out, they were happy to know that you can come outside, they didn’t have an issue that you couldn’t go further, they were just glad that you were able to be outside.

Sometimes Jake and Neytiri would come with the kids to see you and Spider. You had also began to draw both Jake and Neytiri, as well as gift them the drawings you made of them.

You’d get praises from Jake and encouragement from Neytiri, they believed that you’d become a very talented artist.

As the years passed, your drawing skills had become better.

You’d spent hours and hours drawing, putting in as much details as you could into your work. You also began to study to be a field botanist. When Spider would go see the Sullys, he’d come back with a plant for you to study.

When Kiri and Lo’ak would come to see you, but Kiri also began to come see her mother’s avatar. You and Kiri would spend hours talking about things, not really paying attention to the time.

As a gift, you decided to draw Grace and give the drawing to Kiri. You spent days drawing both Grace human and Avatar in the same paper. Until finally you were finished, you were going to give the drawing to her when she and Lo’ak would come to visit.

You had gift her the drawing you had been working on, and you saw how Kiri had gone into tears, seeing a picture of her mother’s two forms. She hugged you and thanked you for the gift while in tears.

That day was actually your birthday, and you noticed how everyone had been acting suspicious. Until you were surprised by everyone in the lab with a small surprise party, you had thanked them for the surprise, but they weren’t done yet. Norm and Max had taken you to a tank that had been empty for years, but this time it was occupied by something, or rather someone. Once you got a better look, you saw it was an Avatar, your avatar. You saw how the avatar twitched in the tank, but you noticed its features, your features. You were now in tears, you had thanked Norm and Max for the amazing gif.

That same day, you were going to experience your avatar. When you woke up, you felt different, the first thing you saw was a bright light and heard Norm talking. You slowly sat up, then looked down, seeing that you were in a hospital gown, but you did not miss your now blue hands. Then you looked over at your feet, seeing that you were able to move your toes. You got up, standing up for the first time in years. Norm had told you that he needed to see if everything was alright, but you were just too excited.

Once his back was turned, you literally bolted out of the place, outside. Ignoring Norm’s calls, you had ran. Across the forest, feeling the dirt on your feet and plants. You were able to smell the air, was refreshing. You ran and ran until you stopped, trying to catch your breath. To pumped up with adrenaline. You got on your knees and felt the grass under you. You laid on it and looked up at the sky, seeing how blue it was. All of a sudden your eyes welled up in tears, you were crying but not because you were upset, but because you were happy. Happy that you were able to walk and run again like when you were a kid. it felt great.

You had gone to the Sullys to show them your new avatar, at first they didn’t recognized you, but when you got closer they realized it was you. They were shocked to see that you in an Avatar, they didn’t think it was possible but it was, you were standing right in front of them. Lo’ak had been the most excited about you being a na’vi, he had now planned all the things, while Jake was a bit worried about this. He did not want you do reckless things while on your avatar body since it was your first time walking again and because of the excitement you had been feeling. Jake had a talk with Norm and Max about this.

The Sully kids had began to teach you, they began to teach you the ways of the people, since you had arrived in your avatar they had wanted you to like them. But you also had to be careful, since Norm had a talk with you about taking responsibility with your avatar, that you can’t be reckless among other things.

During the days they had been teaching loads of things, with the help of spider since he knew more.

First you were thought how to hunt with a bow and arrow, then you were taught on how to bond with a Banshee, you were scared at first but you manage to tame a banshee.

Then came a dire horse, but what you loved the most the banshee. You loved flying in the sky, feeling the air in your face, you didn’t have to wear the mask which was better.

Lo’ak had wanted you to come to a war party, but Jake forbade it, you were still new to your body and movements, he did not want anything to happen to you.

That day Spider was going to step out, and he had asked if you wanted to join. You told him that you wanted to get some work done, it had gone late and Spider had not returned.

Then the next day you heard that Spider had been taken away and the Sullys had to leave. It crushed you, you felt as if you had gone with them, non of that would of happened. The Sullys had come to say goodbye to you, you begged Norm to let you go with them but you couldn’t.

When they left, you had stopped using your avatar, you had stayed in doors like before. You only used your avatar when going to collect samples or to go see Mo’at to see how she had been doing.

You missed them terribly, both Spider and the Sullys, they were your family just like the scientists. Months had passed, they had not returned, it’ll be a while since the RDA had put a target on the family along with Spider being captured.

Then Norm and Max got a call from Jake that Kiri needed help, this was your chance to see the Sullys again. You had asked Norm if you could come, he hesitated at first but they agreed since you were worried out of your mind for Kiri, once you were in your avatar, you left with Norm and Max.

When you had arrived, you saw another species of Na’vi that you had never heard off, you had been worried for Kiri, she had been your close friend since you were both kids. Norm and Max weren’t able to wake her up, then the tsahik had come in to help Kiri.

You sat with Neytiri and Tuk worried, and hoping that Kiri would wake up, then she did. You and Tuk were glad that she had woken up, Neytrir had been reliefed the most seeing that her child was awake.

After Kiri had been better, Norm and Max had stayed to make sure Kiri was getting better.

When Lo’ak and Neteyam had heard that you were here, they had been happy to see you again in a while. You had caught up with them and told them about how Mo’at’s has been doing.

You had also met their friends Ao’nung, Tsireya and Rotxo, who had helped when Kiri had her seizure. You had thanked them for helping Kiri in that time. When you had to leave

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2022 #avatar x reader #avatar x you #avatar x y/n #atwow #atwow x reader #the Sully's #sully family #sully family x reader #platonic #platonic relationships #the sully family #gn reader #gn y/n #atwow headcanons #aphrodite's writing #aphrodite's headcanons

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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Where is my fic where the humans never return and the Sully’s and Spider and Norm and Max and Mo’at and all the Omaticaya get to live together all happily and confront their trauma and issues in a healthy and supportive environment? It still can have plot without colonization drama okay here’s what’s happening and here is the plot:

-Neteyam is now in charge of training all the younger hunters, and he’s iconic at it. He’s very nice, but also stern and intense. He’s like Neytiri in his skills but he’s very calm and supportive, they all feel like they can trust him and come to him with issues.

-Neteyam and Jake are subtly trying to get Lo’ak to help Neteyam with this current group. They want Lo’ak to be in charge of training when Neteyam has to become Olo’eyktan. Jake has a secret ulterior motive: having his sons share the burden of being in charge of the hunters and the training, so they can both have a chiller time in the many many years (knock on wood (throwback to my sayings Jake brings to the Omaticaya post)) that they have to take charge.

-Kiri has now like, fully taken over for Neytiri as tsakarem in everything but like, official title. I’ve always had this belief that Neytiri doesn’t fit completely as tsakarem. She is a warrior more than she is a healer. She isn’t built for sitting still, staying home from the fight to heal the wounded. She has great healing skills, and she has a very strong connection to Eywa, but not as much or as strong as Mo’at and Kiri. Neytiri was never meant to be tsakarem, that was Sylwanin. The feeling of taking her sisters place has to be weird.

-Lo’ak is not a bad teacher at all. At first he struggles because he literally can’t explain how he does anything. He’s like “you draw back the bow and shoot the bow” and Neteyam is in the back facepalming like oh, my god. But, eventually he learns. He recognizes someone doing something wrong and what it is and is able to translate that into explaining how to do it right from the get go. Ironically Tuk is the most helpful in this, all of her friends are too nervous to say shit to their teachers but Tuk is just in Lo’ak’s face like “THESE DIRECTIONS MAKE NO SENSE,” and Lo’ak is deep breathing attempting not to kill her in front of Eywa and everyone. He is here to set a good example and to prove to his dad and Neteyam he can be a leader, and killing Tuk will not help with that image. Even if it would be satisfying.

-Mo’at and Spider have been testing Kiri’s Eywa connection for months. It’s a secret. Spider brought it up to Mo’at one day, and Mo’at was like “Very good observation young one, I have noticed this too. Let’s try to figure it out.” And Spider’s all pleased because she basically said she can tell he’s observant and sensitive to Eywa just like her. They clear entire days and tell anyone if it’s an emergency to find Neytiri, and then they just tell Kiri to go and they follow her into the forest and see what happens. Kiri thinks they are overreacting, but she likes a chill forest day with two of her favorite people. Sometimes they find a rare herb Mo’at was running low on, and then the next day they happen to need it for something. One time Kiri found a palulukan pup trapped under a piece of Sampson that had eroded and fallen. One time they just ended up finding some really good fruit and Kiri fell asleep surrounded by atokirina while Spider and Mo’at ate the fruit and chatted over her. One time while she was sleeping a sunbeam started to really beam right on her face, and then a tree sort of shifted and the leaves covered it. They both saw it and maybe it could’ve been the wind, but that was the best Kiri observation day.

-Jake and Lo’ak’s mission to get Neteyam to chill out has been going on since he was like seven and told on Jake to Neytiri for balancing Lo’ak on one hand, which scares Neytiri. Jake told him snitches get stitches and he didn’t know what it meant but he took it very seriously. Now, Neteyam is not a tattletale, but he is a stick in the mud. Maybe Lo’ak steals a little extra alcohol (I know they have alcohol it’s in that deleted scene but idk what it’s called okay) from the clan’s celebration one night to share with Kiri and Spider, and Neteyam isn’t tattling but he is judging. Judgmentally. Maybe Neteyam hasn’t told Jake about Spider and Lo’ak practicing Spider jumping off of cliffs for Lo’ak to catch on his ikran, but he is definitely watching with the most disapproving looks he can manage. The mission is daunting, but Jake and Lo’ak will get Neteyam to relax if it kills them. And if it does, they can always resort to Lo’ak’s final option that Jake keeps vetoing: drug him when he isn’t expecting it.

-Tuk’s band of friends are all obsessed with Spider (especially the war orphans). It’s truly the worst thing that has ever happened to the Omaticaya. Tuk brought a bracelet he made her to her friends once, it was the most delicately woven bracelet ever. Kid has small hands and an extra finger, he can weave. What else is he gonna do while he’s sitting there watching Kiri trance/sleep for hours? All of a sudden, every single child needs a Spider original. He’s the Louis Vuitton of the Omaticaya. Mo’at, who’s been wearing Spider originals since she first met him when he was three and decided he was Eywa’s child, is very smug. No one dares to call her out. In fact, every Sully has a Spider original except Neytiri. Even Jake, who got an armband when Spider was very little. He still has it but that is between him and Eywa. The parents all hate this, because it means they kind of all like him. Spider’s now been around so fucking long everyone would be really sad if he left, and now they actually know it.

-How do they know they would miss Spider if he was gone?? He got sick for a month one time when he was thirteen. He caught some human sickness from a sample in the lab and because he’s literally never sick due to his mask and generally sterile environment AND the fact that he mostly lives with a different species, he got wrecked by it. Just destroyed. Everyone got kind of worried he might not make it for a while? The first few days he wasn’t there no one really noticed, besides every once and a while a “good riddance the Sully’s and that human aren’t causing a ruckus.” But the kids miss him, because their ringleader Tuk is a mess. Lo’ak and Kiri are simply moping around. Neteyam is really trying to buck everyone up and be the leader but he’s kinda lackluster. Even Mo’at is snappier than usual. Neytiri is kinda pissed, like she knew they all liked him but god at what cost? The human child was never going to make it, right? He just doesn’t belong there. Her mother of all people should know that. They’d seen what destruction humans brought, but also how fragile they were, how easy to kill. But if she has to look at Jake’s face one more time she’ll punch something so she goes storming over to the human compound to ask to see the kid. Jake and the kids can’t go see him, they don’t know if they could catch what he has. But Neytiri knows Mo’at has been going, so she’s fine. She brings him medicine and just things she knows he likes that the kids have. She does not ask or tell anyone she is going, and when the kids question where their stuff is she pretends she had no earthly idea what they are talking about. It’s fine, how many wooden “space ikran” does Lo’ak really need for his pretend assault on Earth? Neytiri visits him daily for the rest of the time he is sick. One time, towards the middle of his quarantine, he gives her a woven bracelet. It’s not up to his usual craftsmanship but it is still beautiful. The child was obviously delirious and didn’t intend for her to have that. She keeps it but does not wear it. He needs the space and the time, there is too much between them.

-Spider was not delirious. He did intend for her to wear it. He totally noticed she isn’t. But he has also noticed she doesn’t ignore him anymore, treats him almost normally. Maybe just a little too carefully and formally.

-This is particularly dramatic for the plot, but I’m partial to Eywa blessed Spider. I want him to complete his iknimaya and uniltaron and be a full member of the clan. I am a particularly huge fan of the headcanon where he can bond lightly through the back of the neck or his wrist, I like the wrist one (Bitter changed the culture of our society). I also enjoy him finding an ikran to bond with who has a deformed or cut kuru. I don’t care how, but get my man his ikran. Ooh, maybe a forest ikran, the ones the Na’vi are too big to ride. Fun-sized, Spider-sized. Here is where the drama comes in: Spider and Lo’ak dare Norm to go through the trials with him. I’ve always thought it’s odd Norm never tried, he was so jealous of Jake and he lives in the village basically. I want the drama of Norm Spellman clowning his way through the very serious rites of passage while Jake, Spider, Lo’ak, and Norm’s band of 47 adopted orphans all try so hard not to laugh at him. He’s being so SERIOUS and trying so hard but he’s not really made for this lol. I think he’s secretly doing it for Spider, to make sure no ones looking or laughing at him for being different when Norm is right there acting a fool. I think Jake would be the most ecstatic and supportive friend while also ruthlessly bullying him.

-I think a diplomatic visit from the Metkayina and TO the Metkayina could totally happen at one point in the plot, and if we really wanted to spice it up... we could sprinkle in some locorro, but this is getting far too long already. Anyways where is this fic for me.

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GET SAM AND MAX HEADCANONED (because I have no art to post due to sudden art block 💔💔)

Sam:

- mid-late 20s in Hit The Road, 34 in everything else (sticking with the time travelling Sam and Max theory I made, it's canon in my head)

- trans, aroace spectrum and bi. why? because I said so (also I think Sam considering the name Tyrone before Max suggested Sam is funny)

- has autism, at one point he was EXTREMELY hyperfixated on animals and wanted to work in a pet store, then he discovered 40s detective movies and he was like "OK NEW CAREER PLAN"

- on the topic of autism he mainly verbal stims like his long ass speech patterns he does when he's surprised

- surprisingly really good at drawing, even Sam doesn't know where he learnt it (I think this one was proven to be canon in tdp)

- basically just steals really vital evidence from crime scenes with the excuse of "we might need this later" (they will never need that later)

- Geek made him and Max watch spiderverse, he's now a spider noir and spiderham stan

Max

- late 20s in Hit The Road, 35 in everything else

- gay and aroace spectrum (SAM AND MAX ARE IN A QPR AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE)

- took woodwork classes in high school

- REALLY likes cowboys. idk why I just feel like he'd like cowboys

- (this is more like my interpretation of alt tdp but whatever) Max basically went through a depressive/psychotic episode during 303, pretending Sam was still alive when he damn well knew he wasn't

- he's also autistic because I'm autistic and I kin him (corn dogs are a comfort food)

- when he has to wear clothes he'll either go all out or dress like Adam Sandler, no in between

- die hard Santa believer, freaked out when he found out Santa was real in 201

- Geek introduced Max to Tomodachi Life, he instantly fell in love with it (he's pissed about the gay couples not being allowed in the game tho, so he got Miitopia so him and Sam could be in a relationship in the game)

thank you for coming to my Ted talk

#sam and max #sam and max freelance police #freelance husbands #sam and max freelance husbands #samandmax #headcanon #headcanons #go go gadget random bullshit!!!!#most of these i made up on the spot

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igakc · 1 year

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Take It Easy - What If Spider Never Left Hell's Gate?

Spider always wished he would be able to leave the lab, to finally venture out into the forest he had grown up hearing about. But no, he was stuck inside a metal box with a group of scientists who never batted an eye toward him, other than when he got into trouble, of course.

He knew the rules, and he followed them. Day after day, week after week, year after year. He followed them. He watched the clock tick by from inside the labs, he peered over Norm's shoulder as the older man worked, he even began to study astrology. Max began to call him the Man Of The Stars.

Life fell into a steady rhythm after his sixteenth birthday. He'd wake up and hit the old RDA-made gym, shower, do his long list of chores, and head to work. The rhythm never, ever changed. And he was finally okay with it. He stopped looking out the window, he stopped wondering what mysteries the forest held, and he stopped thinking of the yellow-eyed girl who haunted his dreams.

That was until the rhythm got absolutely fucked up the day Jake Sully walked into the labs. The behemoth Na'Vi entered through the airlock and scared the shit out of Spider, causing him to drop all of his astrology books.

"Dang it. Can you watch where you're fuckin' going, dude? Norm's gonna kill me if I damage these." Spider bent down to pick up the books, flicking his curly hair out of his face with a huff. He flinched slightly as a heavy hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"What did you just say to me, kid?" The human boy's eyes widened as he looked up at Jake. Spider swore that if he had a tail, it would be between his legs at that very moment. "Might want to watch your mouth 'round me."

Spider opened his mouth to reply but it was cut short as he looked at his watch. "Oh for fuck- I'm late for work!" He sprinted off in the opposite direction, leaving Jake alone in the entranceway. The boy leaped over the stray carts and tables, sliding underneath some of the scientist's legs as he made his way to Room.

'Room' was the word he used for the massive gym building that housed everything he needed. There was a jungle gym, a rock-climbing wall, rows and rows of bookshelves, a telescope, and a desk.

On the farthest side of Room, was his art wall. It was covered in colourful paintings that he'd crafted over the years, most of them were of the stars he saw.

Spider set his books down on his desk before walking over to the art wall, setting his hands on his hips as if deep in thought. Over the expanse of his lifetime, he only ever drew the stars, never actually seeing them. He wasn't ever allowed outside of airlock, even on his birthdays. Sure, Norm and Max promised to take him on their supply runs, but every time they left him alone in Room. It was starting to feel like Room was his only friend.

Even though he had left the life of wonderment and curiosity behind, a small part of him still wanted to get out of Room and see the stars. Or see anything, for that matter. Anything but Room, or the labs, or airlock. He wanted to climb something other than the rock wall, he wanted to study something other than the stars in his books, he wanted to be on the other side of airlock.

He wanted to be outside.

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Spider.. Spider- SPIDER! SPI-

Spider rolled over and smacked Lo'ak over the head with a scowl. His legs were still very much tangled in his sheets, so when he attempted to get out of his bed, he ended up banging his head into the wall with a grunt.

"Hey monkey boy! Dad said we could visit you today." Kiri lifted him up by the back of his neck with a grin. "You sleep in awfully late."

Spider grumbled angrily. He walked over to his chest of draws and pulled out some of Norm's old jean shorts that he had cut himself, pulling them on quickly. They reached just below his knees and were so loose he had to tie a shoestring around his waist. He then donned his tank top to replace it with yet another tank top. But oh- This one was so different! It was just one shade darker than the other! Score.

He then pulled on his shoes and military-issued boots. Nothing seemed to work to cover his teenager stink, so he ended up over-spraying his lynx deodorant. Next was his hair which had been cut into a very unruly mop of curls, which Kiri tied into a man-bun atop his head.

"C'mon bro, show us your life in this.. Shack!" Lo'ak grinned.

Spider rolled his eyes before opening his bedroom door, setting off in the direction of Room in silence. Lo'ak and Kiri were nice and all, but they didn't seem to understand the differences they had. Spider was human, while they were Na'Vi. And to be honest, he didn't really like being around them. All he wanted to do was work and chores, so he could play in Room. That was literally all he needed to do before he got sent back to earth on his eighteenth birthday. He could finally be back where he belonged.

"Uh. This is Room. I work in here most of the time, don't touch anything." Spider pulled the curtains covering his paintings down, inspecting the newest set of stars he'd painted the night before.

Kiri's jaw dropped open in awe. Her thin fingers skimmed over the paint, feeling each groove and dip of the concrete wall. "You painted these all yourself?"

Spider nodded.

"They are very good, Spider. You should keep up with it. Maybe some of the village Elders might want some?"

That drew a pretty loud snort from Spider. "I can't give them away, they're literally etched in stone." He walked forward to stand beside Kiri, his voice lowering to a pained whisper. "There's no real talent here anyway."

Spider, who always saw himself as nothing but an unwilling addition to the humans, never had someone to praise him or congratulate him when he did something good. Spider spent his entire life alone in Room, and at first he told himself that he was worth something.

'Don't worry Spider, Norm doesn't hate you. What he told Max wasn't true!'

'Don't worry Spider, Jake wasn't lying when he said your paintings were good!'

But Norm did hate him, and his paintings were crap. So there was no point convincing himself that he was worth something.

"C'mon bro! These are awesome, definitely better than Tuk's." Lo'ak snickered, slapping Spider on the back. The human boy gritted his teeth together and turned away from the Na'Vi teenagers. They didn't get it, they never could get it. They had parents, they had siblings, they had friends. He had nothing.

"Can you fuck off for once?" The words had left his mouth before he could stop them.

Lo'ak's grin dropped, and Kiri flinched away from him.

An incredible silence settled over the three, and it stretched on for way too many minutes before a voice spoke up on the other side of Room.

"Lo'ak, Kiri. Your mom says its time to go home." Norm poked his head through the double doors. Spider stomped toward the man and shoved him out of the way. He had no clear idea of where he was going, but he knew he couldn't be around them anymore.

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It'll get more interesting I promise <3

Chapter 2

#Miles “Spider” Socorro #Avatar #ATWOW #Jake Sully #kiri te suli kìreysì'ite #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #tuktirey te suli neytiri'ite #Miles Quaritch #Norm Spellman #max patel #Spider Socorro #James Cameron #Angst #Emo

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