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dirtytransmasc · 3 months

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atwow hot take:

if jake had said his "son for a son" shit out loud and spider had heard him, he would have been so beyond pissed, he would be seeing red.

spider loved his little siblings so much, neteyam included, even after they grew apart. he loved them like they were his own blood and protected them like they were too (we see a lot more of them together in the comics, where spider is the big brother without a doubt). neteyam's death most certainly rocked him hard, even if he hasn't really been able to show it (how could he? he's already going through all the shit with his dad and the RDA and their nonsense, he can't grieve around neytiri, he's just so tired after it all. he doesn't have the room or the energy to grieve yet)

so if jake had the audacity to say that to/around spider not even a few hours after he watched his little brother get shot after coming to save him, after he stared at the bullet hole in his back, after he watched him take his last breaths, after he watched the light leave his eyes, after he watched his little brother die for him; if he said that while his little brother's body lay in a pool of his own blood not even ten feet away, not even cold yet, blood still clinging to his chest, the scent of it still filling the air: he would have lost his shit.

because the disrespect for his brother is wild.

jake was an active player in spider's neglect and abuse for the last 16 years, he let it happen, he helped it happen. he tried to send spider with the humans, tried to take him away from his siblings, from the forests, from eywa to live with his foster family that didn't love him (not to mention Nash was an asswipe of epic proportions) and the RDA of all people. he had referred to spider as a stray animal since he was little. he was the reason spiders life was hell.

and after all that, years and years of putting him in shit positions and allowing him to suffer the fate of being forever unloved and uncared for (by an adult authority figure, cause I love the kids, but they don't make up for the gap left by a parent), this is what it took for jake to care about him? his little brother had to die in front of him first? he had to be traded out to fill the space of a corpse, to fill in the gap left by his little brother's death?

in canon, spider was in deep in shock with nothing to break him from it, he wasn't in the place to really think about any of it, and I'm sure we're gonna see this anger in the coming movies, but if jake had said it out loud, that would have been enough to snap spider right out of it, and he would have given jake a piece of his mind, I just know it.

#he loves neteyam too much to let jake do that. to say that. he'd never allow it.#spider is such a good big brother. he loves his siblings too much.#if jake had said that to his face there would have been hell to pay. regardless of how out of it spider was with shock/grief/pure exhaustio #spider doesn't even care about the disrespect being done to him by that statement. he just cares about neteyam.#cause how could a father say that? how could he just move on. fill the gap with a “stray” as he puts it. take him in after all he'd done to #him? it wasn't fair #it wasn't fair to him and it most certainly wasn't fair to neteyam #I love spider. he deserves a family that loves him and wants him. he wants it. but this is not what either of us asked for.#that line has always rubbed me wrong. and it would have rubbed spi wrong too. I just know it.#I really hope we see spider express his rightful anger/disgust to this whole thing next movie #though I worry he will be too busy feeling guilty over everything and feeling like he just has to be grateful. but one can hope.#he deserves to be angry #and his dynamic with neteyam deserves to be explored. cause its a crime that it was ignored in the movie.#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #miles socorro #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #jake sully #I wanna punch that man so hard istg. I can't with him. I won't say I hate him. but lord have mercy I can't with him.#my baby boys deserved better #spider was neteyam's big brother. that's my agenda #we need to talk about them more

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neteyamsmoon · 24 days

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I need to let out my inner slut and tell you how much I want neteyam x human reader getting eaten out by him for the first time 😭😭

A helping friend

~ Summary : As the great friend Neteyam is, he always helps you and teaches you something new. But one day, he taught you what pleasure feels like.

~ Warnings : human reader, oral (fem receiving), dom!Neteyam, sub!Reader, first time, virginity loss, non-con, size difference, praising <3

~ Word count : almost 1.5k

~ Translations : narlor - beautiful ; yawntutsyìp - little loved one ; sevin - pretty (female) ; syulang - flower

It is true that you and Neteyam are best buddies since you were little. You two were always with one another, never being alone. If you were somewhere, Neteyam was after you and vice versa.

As time passed and you both grew older and became even closer. He began bringing you new things he found interesting and taught you about them as much as he already knows. He wanted to make sure that even if you're human, you know everything about his clan. He wanted you to know every plant, animal and weapon, to identify them as quickly as possible.

He thought he taught you everything you needed to know, but he was wrong.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Neteyam is finally free. All his duties for today are finished and he can rest in peace. He takes his bow and walks back to his family's hut, desiring a much deserved nap. Neteyam's a busy man because the role of the next Olo'eyktan doesn't come just like that, he has responsibilities too.

He enters the hut and places his weapons and warrior garments next to the flap, in their original spot. His golden eyes scan the area and find out he's alone. His parents must have left and his siblings are out somewhere, doing something probably crazy.

A sigh leaves his mouth and he storms out of the hut. He can't stay like that, alone. But he decides to visit his little human.

You are the most annoying thing he has ever met but he won't trade you for anything in the world. You are funny too, something he adores but also hates at the same time since your humour can be a bit too much for him.

Neteyam walks towards the lab, his long strides carrying him the distance as he arrives in just a few minutes. He pushes the door open and extends his large arm to grab a breathing mask. He brings it to his neck and lets it hang loosely around it as he lifts the mask to his nose and breathes in and out.

Neteyam makes his way to your room, knowing the way like the back of his hand. There, he sees you lying flat on your bed, a book in your hands. You are wearing an oversized t-shirt of Spider's since he doesn't wear them and a pair of shorts that belong to you and reach just below your butt. Neteyam had always joked about the way you looked but not in a bad way. He likes the way your body looks and wants you to know that.

With great care, he goes towards you and lets his big body fall on top of your fragile one, earning a surprised yelp from you.

"Get off!" you demand and instead of moving off of you, he chuckles and wraps his long arms around you, looking yours inside his to keep you close.

"It's not funny Teyam." you sigh and try to wiggle out of his grasp only for him to hug you tighter.

"Don't wanna." he mumbles in the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. "I like to stay here, on top of you." you feel like going crazy. Besides him being heavy as fuck, he is also stubborn and hard to convince.

"You are going to crush me. Get off so we could talk like two normal people!" now your patience is running off but Neteyam doesn't pay attention. Man is in his own world.

"Have I ever told you I'm not normal?" you don't need confirmation, he is teasing you and has that smug smile on his face. You want to slap him hard. Right now, right here. But you can't! Why? Because he has you trapped underneath him. What made you choose a behemoth as your best friend?

You want to speak again, but he is quick to cut you off, "I brought you nothing today... but I guess I could show you something new." his raspy voice lingers in your ears for a moment longer. Something new?

"What do you mean, Teyam? You said you didn't bring me anything for today?" you ask but he chuckles again.

"Have you ever..." he stops speaking as his large hand sneaks its way to the band of your shorts, pulling at it before letting go of it and watching it slap against your hip. You breath hitches in your chest at the thought of him touching you. It's true that you never touched yourself before because you didn't know how. You wanted your first time to be special, not you masturbating yourself.

"No..." you let out a shaky breath as he runs one long finger across your already soaked folds, collecting all your juices.

"Then why don't we try, huh?" he's teasing you, enjoying the fact that from someone with attitude he turned you into a mess who can't even comprehend her own words.

You don't know if you should. Yes, you are best friends and trust each other with your lives but this, you don't know if you can allow him to take away your virginity.

As if he's sensing your discomfort, Neteyam places a wet kiss on the back of your nape.

"I will make you feel good, narlor. Let me give you a taste of what you never experienced." his plea sounds so good that you almost nodded. His large digit rubs circles on your clit, and you involuntarily arch your back in his chest.

"There you are. I knew you would like this." he continues to rub your bud, his eyes never leaving your tiny frame that was trapped under his mass.

"Neteyam..." "I'm right here yawntutsyìp. Tell me you like it, tell me you want more." when you don't answer, he pulls back. All the pleasure you felt is now gone like it wasn't even there. A whine leaves your mouth at his action, regretting not responding to his question.

"See what you did? You always talk but now you can't tell me 'yes'?" he lifts himself off of you and rolls you over on you back, your calves being put over his thick thighs.

"You are rude." you point your finger at him but he smirks down at you. Gently, he pulls down your shorts and is surprised not to see anything else under.

"Nothing? It's like you were calling for me." Neteyam leans down and takes a long breath, your scent intoxicating him. Your aroma is what Neteyam is addicted to from now on. His blue lips make contact with your hot skin, leaving sloppy kisses along your stomach and inner thighs.

He lowers his head between your small thighs and dives in. His lips wrap around your clit and sucks on the small bud as he teases your entrance with his thick fingers. You throw your head back and close your eyes tightly, the pleasure intensifying with his mouth on you. You look down at him and he's already staring, never breaking eye contact. His piercing stare makes you wet if not wetter. Neteyam can feel his fingers getting soaked around your lips and smirks, the corner of his lips tugging upwards.

His mouth releases your clit with a wet pop as he lowers his head, his hands coming to your thighs to spread them even wider. When his large tongue enters you, your eyes roll back from the overwhelming pleasure. You back arches hard and you unintentionally push Neteyam's tongue deeper into you. Of course this doesn't go unnoticed by him as he moves it in and out of you, his flat nose rubbing against your clit with every thrust.

"Fuck — Nete, I'm close.." you whimper and grip at his braids. Neteyam hums in response as he continues to lap at your juices like a hungry animal. A loud pornographic moan leaves your mouth as the coil in your stomach snaps.

Neteyam pulls back and wipes away your slick from his chin and jaw with the back of his hand, gazing down at your now numb form.

"You sounded so pretty, sevin." your eyes roll at his comment before they drift to the ceiling. Why didn't you do that earlier? You didn't know how to touch yourself but also didn't want to make a fool of yourself.

"Thank you. Thank you for showing me... for, teaching me what pleasure feels like. I think that's the best lesson I ever got from you." you say weakly, catching your breath though there is truth behind those words. Neteyam nods at your words and comes closer to you, lying beside you and curling his big body around yours.

"Always, syulang." he presses a kiss on the top of your head before he drags a blanket over you, wrapping you in it like a baby. He hugs you tightly to his chest and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep with you in his embrace and heart.

#property-of-neteyam #𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐈—requests #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction #neteyam x human reader #neteyam x female reader smut #neteyam x human #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam smut #neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam scenario #neteyam series #neteyam suli x reader #neteyam x you

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luveline · 8 months

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is there any way we could get badass!reader x spencer? except he’s injured this time? how does she react?

tysm ♡ cw hospital / gunshot wounds. 1.1k

"You have to let me see him."

"It's family only," the nurse says, shrugging sympathetically.

You grit your teeth. "That's what I'm telling you, I am his family. We've been together for four months."

"Sorry. Unless you're blood related or his next of kin, I can't let you."

"Spencer's next of kin is in a sanitarium in Las Vegas. I don't understand why you can't let me see him." You're trying not to shout at her, rage trembling in your aching fingers. "I understand that it's night time, and that he was admitted alone, but he was shot, he's not sick, and I can't make him worse. Please. You have to let me see him."

When begging doesn't work, you get mean. You'd be ashamed to admit you flashed your badge if it weren't for the fact that you have no shame when it comes to Spencer. Face flushed with heat from a good twenty minutes yelling, a different nurse escorts you to Spencer's room.

"I expect my colleagues will be arriving soon," you say. "And I expect they'll be met with less resistance."

The nurse smiles at you, as fake as they come, but you don't deserve a real one. You don't care. Breaking rules and bending policies means nothing to you while Spencer's laying alone in a hospital bed.

His heart monitor beeps steadily. He's sleeping, waxy face crushed sideways into a limp pillow, his stomach a lump under the sheets where he's been wrapped. He was alone when it happened —no one, BAU or otherwise, knows who did it or why. The hospital didn't know who Spencer was until he woke up after surgery and told them himself.

And you'd been sitting at home feeling sorry for yourself (and vaguely irritated) because he didn't answer your text that morning.

It's not hard being vulnerable with Spencer. He's your widely known soft spot, and you're unashamed. But it felt like a mistake, constantly checking to see if he'd answered your text. Good morning, I know we're supposed to see each other tomorrow but do you want to come over and watch movies tonight? Let me know had felt like I'm pathetic and in love with you and my day revolves around when you're free.

None of that matters now. In fact, it's all embarrassingly small.

You creep up beside his bed and reach out tentatively. His hair falls out of his face with the barest of touches. He's had blood wiped poorly from his cheek, orangey streaks lining his jaw. His undereyes are dark like he hasn't eaten for days, his veins spider legs stark against his eyelids.

You put your hand on his cheek, rubbing it lightly. "I'm sorry it took me so long," you say, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

Spencer stirs, a groan rumbling from the centre of his chest.

"I thought that was you," he mumbles, his fingers brushing your elbow.

"When?" you ask.

"You were yelling."

Yeah, well. You need to be disruptive sometimes. "They wouldn't let me in." You're not a big crier, just seeing him like this, knowing he was alone and probably scared, it has tears pricking. "Spencer, I'm so sorry."

"Hey." He clears his throat, your emotion starting him into wakefulness. "Hey, don't get upset. It's okay. It bounced off of me–" You groan and he laughs, though he grabs your elbow quickly after. "Ouch. Don't make me laugh."

"I didn't say anything." You pet his face. He looks pretty even when he's in a bad way. Your chest is a pit.

"It barely touched me. They said my feminine hips saved my life."

"Stop trying to make me laugh," you say pleadingly.

Spencer holds your gaze. "Stop looking so sad and I'll stop."

"Are you hurting?" you ask. You know you sound awful, a scared tone that he's never heard from you before, and you try to tamp it down as a lone tear breaks free, streaking down your cheek. "How's your pain? I can make them give you more–"

"I know you can. I'm fine now you're here."

You lean down to kiss the tip of his pert nose. Careful, you kiss his lips, enthused when he kisses up. "I'll take care of everything," you promise.

The door opens behind you. You give Spencer a last squeeze and find Emily in the entrance with a bag pressed to her chest, her hair windblown, shocked with worry.

"Spencer," she says, rushing forward to hug him.

He's in a hospital bed and still insists on comforting her as he'd done you, arms threaded over her shoulders. "Hey. I'm fine."

"Morgan and Garcia want to be here," she assures him, standing straight. "They're trying to keep the site clean. Spencer, what the hell happened?"

You drag a chair to his bed and sit on his right. You don't take his hand, he doesn't offer it, but the longer his story goes, the closer you find yourself. "I didn't even realise they were following me," he's saying. Emily nods with Hotch on the phone, listening intently, repeating anything Hotch misses.

You know you should be strong. Brave. You should be paying attention to his every word, ready to take the rains and solve the case, serve retribution against whoever it is that thought they could hurt him, but Spencer looks so tired. You can't imagine being anywhere that isn't his side right now. A blood bag fills at his side, a catheter runs under the bed, an IV line feeding pain medication and fluids into him mottled the skin on the inside of his wrist with bruise. Sometimes you have to stay put.

Emily hugs you before she leaves. You hug back.

"If I knew getting hurt would make you accept love from your friends, I would've done it sooner," Spencer says.

"If you ever get hurt like this again, I'll never speak to you," you say, bringing his arm to your lips and pressing a kiss to the crook of his elbow.

"Sorry for scaring you."

You lay your cheek on his arm, looking up at him through your eyelashes. "That's okay. That's fine. Wasn't your fault."

Spencer drops his chin to his chest. "Do I look bad from this angle?"

"No. You look just as nice as you always do." Your throat burns with sincerity. You might cry again.

Spencer nods like he's reading something else from what you've said. It's not that you'd meant to imply a double meaning, but he must see on your face how relieved you are, and how terrified you'd been. He brings his hand to your face, ignoring his cannula, to wipe the dried tears from your lashes. "You look pretty, too," he says. "Just don't cry anymore."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

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tarjapearce · 7 months

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Happy Birthday, Papa!

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff.

Summary: It's Miguel’s birthday.

A/N: OMG IS HIS BIRTHDAY 🎉🎉🎉😭🎁

You knew that when Miguel was with his arms sprawled on the bed and his back faced you, he was deep asleep.

Sliding off the bed carefully, you went to Gabi's room and Benjamin's. Both with a It's Papa's birthday, you ready?

Benjamin was a little reluctant to wake up, but eventually he did. Sliding off his bed he went to the kitchen with you.

"Let's not make much noise ok? Let Papa sleep for a bit longer."

Benjamin smiled sleepily as he got to fetch his gift. Gabi on the other hand helped you with breakfast while Rosie was still asleep in her crib.

You made Miguel's favorite meal. Green Chilaquiles for breakfast. One of the first things he cooked for you when you began dating. Gabi then started to wrap her present as you finished breakfast and brewed a special blend of coffee he adored.

Luckly, you had done a little cake, Gabi and Benjamin had decorated it. Gabi did the letters and Benji the little swirls of meringue.

In the motions, a few hours had gone by. He had had a rough week at work. Stress got him tired and even less talkative than usual. He was almost silent.

Five minutes before his alarm would go off, Benjamin, Gabriella and a now awake Rosie would enter your room when he was still asleep. You motioned for your children to come in as you put Baby Rosie on the bed, you then went to fetch his breakfast. His alarm went off.

Miguel rubbed his eyes and yawned, a bit surprised to see Rosie next to him instead of you.

"Happy Birthday to you~"

You started singing from the doorframe as you entered with a tray on hands, Gabi and Benji joined you with giggles.

"Happy birthday, dear Papa"

You put the tray on his nightstand to then kiss him. Benjamin scrunching his nose with a little 'ew'

"Happy birthday to you."

Rosie cooed at him as his children clapped and cheered him.

"I love you." You smirked and took Rosie off the bed, "All on Papa! Go go go!" The room was filled in with laughter and squeals as Gabi and Benji tried to tackle him down. A grin on his face.

There was a deep and sheepish yet genuine laugh coming from him. Sometimes he often felt like dreaming. Like he had been doused and high in dopamine. The family he sometimes fantasized wasn't a mere idea anymore.

It was very much real and his little children gave him so much joy, but they wouldn't exist without you. What he did to deserve you, he didn't know. But he knew that asking your forgiveness and rekindle things all those years ago had beyond worth it. Every day of his life spent with you and his children were the best gift someone could ever give him.

It filled his chest with something so overwhelmingly warm and peaceful. Like he always wanted.

"Look Papa! Got you something" Benjamin sat before him and handed a small bundle he had wrapped himself.

"Gracias campeón. Let's see..." (Thanks, champ)

He unwrapped the little bundle carefully, revealing a little card you had helped Benjamin to write along a bag of a expensive coffee blend you had eyed him considering, but chose to buy the snacks for Gabi and Benji.

I love you, Papa :)

A little smiley face he had started drawing in every surface.

"You picked this too, champ?" Benji beamed at him and hugged him. Miguel kissed his head, "Gracias, gracias, gracias, Pequeñín. Me encanta. " (Thank you little one. I love it)

"Happy Birthday Papa" Gabi squeezed him and gave him a red paper bag decored with some of his favorite stuffs. Coffee mugs, lab tools, a little Lego figurine and spiders.

"Gracias Solecito" Gabi watched expectantly as he opened the gift. A pair of bunny slippers his size, and a customized little watch with a spider logo she often saw in his things.

"Got some of my allowance to get it customized for you." He kissed the top of her head and smiled sheepishly. He was overwhelmed, in the good sense of the word.

"Gracias, princesa. Imma wear it for work."

"This one is from Rosie" You pulled a little blue paperbag with a little card with her footprint on it next to a heart. He chuckled at the detail and opened the bag. A new pair of special sunglasses. His old ones fell when they got to another pool day.

They'd help with his photophobia. His arms reached for Rosie and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you, mi Rosita Fresita. I love it." He kissed repeatedly at her cheeks, earning him a bubbly giggle.

"And finally, my gift."

Miguel chuckled with a tiny smirk.

"That's for later, mi amor. But here."

You gave him a little black envelop and sat next to him.

"Remember when you told me about this astrophysics and research conference you wanted to go but you were kept in the waiting line?"

His eyes widened as his hands carefully pried the envelop open. An invitation with his name was written in golden serif caps.

"Mi amor... This.... You shouldn't have"

"Well, too bad cause you're going."

You kissed him with a reassuring smile.

"I've got this. Imma be fine."

"You must go, Pa" Gabi urged him. He couldn't say no to that. Or any of the love he was getting.

"Alright, alright. I will."

"Now, make a wish, cariño."

The little cake was the last straw. He blew the candles.

"Mordida! Mordida!" (Bite! Bite!)

Gabriella chanted and as Miguel bit, he got smeared in cake frosting. But this time he got his little revenge. He painted Gabi a bit of whiskers in her cheeks, a dollop on Benji's nose. He pressed a little tiny drop on Rosie's cheek and then pulled you to kiss him.

"Ew" Gabi and Benji spoke almost at unison as you were also smeared in cake frost and crumbles. The kiss even sweeter than before.

"Happy birthday cariño."

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You put Rosie in her crib for her nap and as soon as you got in your room, strong arms hugged you, cradling you closer. His frame nearly engulfing you.

"¿Estás bien?" (Are you ok?)

He said nothing but hugged you tighter. Your hands rubbed on his back soothingly. A deep breath warmed your shoulder.

"Thank you." When he broke the embrace you cupped his cheeks and he kissed one of your palms. Red eyes seized you in soft look only you were worthy to get. A look of unbridled love.

"Thanks for always making it better."

You beamed and you hugged his waist at his words.

"We're just giving back all the love you give us, corazón."

"I promise to make it-"

"Miguel. Mi amor. It's your day. Your day, big guy." You smooched and giggled, "Enjoy it."

He crushed you in his arms and you giggled in between squeals.

"Can I have my late present now?"

"Nu uh. We gotta get ready."

His brow raised in suspicion as you smirked

"Whatever for?"

"Another surprise. After that and when the kids are asleep? I'm all yours."

You kissed him once more before going to the door. His words stopped you.

"Mi reina?"

"Hm?"

He blew a kiss to you, earning a giggle.

"Te amo"

"También te amo, Papasito."

You blew the kiss back and went back to get Benjamin ready.

It was his birthday, and best one so far.

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mcfuckity · 10 months

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You know what? Im breaking my silence. Im TIRED of people missing Jess’ character on purpose. Like, everyone can use context clues and fill in the blanks for every other character but somehow Jess is the only one taken at face value? Jess is being seen as a cold, detached, mean bitch by fans but I cannot determine whether we even watched the same movie.

Let’s address the elephant in the room, because she is a black woman who is NOT a mammy character, people criticize her harsher. Jess was MORE than Miguel’s “lackey”. She had her own thoughts and opinions. She definitely had her own personality and feelings about the entire situation. She lowkey stalled time to give Gwen chances to fix her mistakes.

If Jess was as cold as Miguel and such a “bitch”, she would’ve left Gwen the first time. Let’s not forget that Miguel was fully about to leave Gwen with her own father holding her at gunpoint, JESS vouched to bring Gwen under her name. Jess put her OWN position at risk to help Gwen and it required that she do her job accordingly. Jess made the boundary VERY clear, she is NOT Gwen’s mother. She is NOT her friend. I seen people argue that “Jess’ maternal instincts” should’ve kicked in to protect Gwen” but fully ignoring that Jess HAS A FAMILY! Jess is PREGNANT with her OWN child. Her instincts DID kick in and she chose her dimension with her family in it!

Jess was stuck in a rock and a hard place. She obviously wanted to help Gwen (considering she brought her in at the cost of her own position) but UNFORTUNATELY, GWEN messed up. Gwen saw Miles and that ultimately led to Spot escaping. You can love these characters and acknowledge that every character had their OWN thoughts and motivations that led to fuck ups. It’s not right to try to make Jess sound worse than the man who fuckin replaced his dead self out of grief, was about to leave a teen at gunpoint, and had an entire society of people chase a teenager who wanted to save his dad.

Don’t get me started on the “she’s fighting crime while pregnant argument” because we can accept superpowered people but NOT the possibility that their bodies are more resilient. NOT TO MENTION THAT PETER B HAS A WHOLE BABY ON MISSIONS???? Like, no one is calling him a bad father so what’s different with Jess? Miguel was mean as fuck to Miles upon meeting but Jess doing her JOB is considered being “mean”.

Then the “I didn’t see her enough to connect with her” is fair until everyone can somehow create entire {TERRIBLE} mischaracterizations of Hobie, Pav, and Peni who (arguably) had just about the same amount of screentime. She also shares traits with every other spider person with being snarky and quick-witted while being completely grounded. She’s literally one of the spider people that Miguel fully trusts but somehow the fandom erases her and goes “He loves Peter B and Lego Spidey🤪🤪”

Like, it’s crazy how people find it so easy to erase Jess and Margo (Spiderbyte) in fanworks for things they easily dismiss from other characters and it’s feelin like misogynoir. Like, Margo and Hobie served the same purpose with deciding to go against Miguel for Miles, yet only Hobie and Gwen gets that credit.

AND THEN THE MANY EXCUSES WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING! People keep hating on Jess/Miguel because she’s “obviously pregnant and married” but go right around and ship Miguel with Peter B. Same with Margo/Miles because it’s a bunch of “Miles and Gwen are obviously endgame” ANDDDD???? Since when did every ship HAVE TO be canon in order to be a ship? It’s especially crazy because I BARELY EVER see those comments on Miles/(Peni, Pav, or Hobie) or have no problem with having all the boys huddled around Gwen. The double standard is glaringly obvious.

In conclusion, some of you mfs dont deserve ATSV.

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toast-on-dandelioms · 4 months

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I have an ask about Spider reader, what if they bonded with a symbiote like Venom ? Exept they bonded to the point its impossible to separate them without killing them both? Venom is still partially separate from reader mostly working and talking with them or taking control when reader cant. Venom knows everthing about them since there i readers head.

Ok that's a great question!

I think at first Spider would be tired of Venom and try everything to get rid of him before getting used to a companion that doesn't have to be kept in the dark about their vigilante job and also their family problems.

They wouldn't tell anyone, but Alfred would obviously find out and just make sure they're ok before making his plan faster of getting the family to notice them.

If we take in consideration the original timeline that I am following at the moment, Superman would probably be the first person you would tell after months of knowing him and trusting him enough.

But when the Batfam will find out? Well I'm gonna make an example for how they would find out. (And also a small spoiler for the next part)

Ok so Spider is 'working' with Superman sometimes since Gotham's streets are relatively safe and they decide to follow Superman to a mission where they thought they were gonna work alone with Superman again and instead find Batman and Damian waiting for you two.

The mission consists of defeating a rising villain that is making weapons for big villains around the world, and while in the evil lair after defeating the villain, Batman almosts get stabbed by a machine set off by Superman.

But Spider decides to help him and saves him, getting stabbed in the process and making Venom heal them slowly and not immediately since they didn't want Batman to ask questions.

But Spider is still bleeding with a grave wound, which sends everyone in a panic.

So Batman sends Superman with you to the Batcave to get healed while Batman and Damian will make sure the villain will get what he deserves for hurting Spider. (Since Batfam is already a bit yandere for Spider but do not know their real identity)

At the Batcave Spider gets treated a bit after managing to give them some sedatives to make them calm down, which makes Venom come out to defend Spider.

And Alfred decides to make the drastic decision to reveal who Spider is, tired of seeing the Batfam treating them horribly while almost idolising and loving Spider which is the same person.

And Venom insults them with telling everything Spider thinks of them, all the pain, injuries and thoughts they had to make the Batfam feel even worse and Superman more of a yandere than he already was.

So the Batfam becomes even more, not sure the right terminology, yandere for Spider and wants to make it right, promising Venom to make it right and wanting to give Spider all the love they couldn't receive the first years in the Manor.

Venom, sadly, gets manipulated by everyone and promises to not say anything to Spider and helping them a bit since Venom also wants the best for Spider.

The story would continue with Spider getting imprisoned in the Manor, with their powers weak thanks to Venom, making them desperate and also weirded out by the sudden attention of everyone.

And after a while, with everyone manipulating them and suffocating them with their love will eventually lead to Stockholm Syndrome.

And that's the end of it! I will probably reblog it if I find anything wrong that I didn't notice! Thanks for the ask!

For the divider you can go to @saradika-graphics, she does this and takes requests!

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ushys · 9 months

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⸻ miles morales as your boyfriend (earth 1610)

a/n: omfg the chokehold this gif has on me- anyway you guys do not understand how much love i have for this sweet boy 🥹 deserves the world idc idc.

- fluff, no nsfw bc he is a minor, afab reader (lmk if you guys want gn, male)

MILES LOVES drawing you. you’re perfect in his eyes and he could draw only you for all of eternity and he wouldn’t complain at all. everything about you was beautiful to him and he made sure he captured every beautiful detail you have on to his drawings.

MILES is the type to send you cute (your favorite animal) videos on tiktok because he knows how much you love em and all he wants to do is to make you happy.

WILL introduce you to his family and is happy when he finds out how easily you and his parents got along. you got along with his mom so well that sometimes you’d visit their house and mostly talk ‘chisme’ with her the entire time (he gets jealous-)

AFTER an argument, he stops by your window and drops you off flowers with a little cute note apologizing. he doesn’t know if you would want to see him at that moment so he gives you time to cool off and give you some space. he replies immediately if you were to call or text him ready to talk again due to how much he hates wasting time not talking to you.

HE likes showing you off to anyone. his friends? yes. his family? yes. strangers on the street? yes. he can’t help it if he’s madly in love.

WHEN he revealed to you that he was spider-man, he was scared that you were going to be mad at him for keeping this a secret from him for a very long time. he thought that you were going to think that he didn’t “trust” you but when you were actually ecstatic finding out instead of upset, his worries all vanished as he smiled and hugged you.

WILL have a whole playlist dedicated to you. he likes to listen to that playlist when you aren’t with him, yk so he could daydream.

IS completely oblivious when you’re jealous. if you catch him talking to another girl who is clearly into him, you’d be upset in which miles would ask you about but you would just mumble “it’s nothing”. hearing this, miles thinks back to the entire morning wondering if he did something to make you upset. when you finally tell him, he quickly reassures you and says “i don’t feel anything towards any other girl who isn’t you. i love you and only you ma.”

IF it’s late at night and you can’t fall asleep, miles would come over with his spider-man suit on and picks you up, and swings to different buildings. then, you guys would land on a rooftop with a clear and beautiful view of the city at night and by the edge you guys would sit down, while miles pulls you in close to him, head on his shoulder, admiring the sight of the skyline. “it’s so pretty” you say. “not as pretty as you cariño”

MILES used to think that pet names were lowk cringey, but when he started dating you, everything changed. now, he calls you “mi amor” “baby” “my love” “cariño” “preciosa” “babe”

HE can not flirt if he wanted to flirt on purpose. he gets awkward and shy like 🫣🫣 this one time before you guys started dating, he wanted to make a move on you by saying “hey y/n, a-are you fr-from tennessee? cause you’re the 1 f-for me- wait no that’s not right, wait what was it again? i u-uh never mind.” and he scurried off before you could even say anything. “the fuck-“

WHEN you guys go on the train, he would pull out his airpods and give you one of them while you guys listen to one of his playlists (ahem the playlist he made for you but shh you don’t know that.)

IF you don’t do graffiti art, miles will take you to one of his secret locations and teach you how to draw certain things and praises you for trying your best. once you get better at it, you guys start going to his secret location more often and you guys just spend hours spray painting.

LOVES LOVES LOVES cuddling with you. literally one of his favorite things to do with you. he loves just having you in his arms knowing you are safe and sound with him. your soft and warm skin making him wanting to fall asleep because of how comforting it feels to just have you there with him. what he loves the most is having your arms around him holding him close while his head lays on your chest, listening in to your heartbeat knowing you really are there with him and that you are his and he is yours.

TAKES random and silly pictures of you just to send them later to you after you guys hung out and texts you saying “this one is my favorite.”

HAS a picture of you on his lock screen and his home screen.

that’s all for today, im tired and imma go and day dream about this boy :p

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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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Yo sup! I love your blog soooooo much!!! Your writing style is great in my opinion ^^. I'd like a yandere! Rui (platonic) with sister reader. She actually puts effort into making "family bonds" and while she is nice to the other "family" members, she never questions Rui's methods and actions and genuinely loves him despite the behaviours he displays. He is really overprotective over her and he likes her attention. I'd love a scenario like that

Hmmm! Okaaay! I have never written for Rui yet so let’s try it out, I’m optimistic! Been getting a lot of Platonic Yanderes lately tbh!

Yandere! Platonic! KNY Lower Moon Scenarios: Ayaki Rui

Rui, on the inside, is a lonely miserable child that is so desperate to feel nearest and dearest love for once in his new life that he does truly cruel and twisted means to get what carves so badly

Rui finds weak, pathetic demons and transfers his strength to them so they become infused by blood, cementing them as his family for good. He has done this too many to count… but most go against him and end up fried

Rui figured you’d be the same. Another sister who dares to try run away from him and will become his next toasted spider but no. You’re nothing like the ones who came before you and he is very shocked at first

Rui, needing to know if this behaviour is genuine, begins to keep a close eye on you and is very pleased everytime with the answers. You’re sweet and considerate to the other family members he brings home, you never argue with his methods nor measures and you even ask him how he is

Rui suspected you’d be angry at him for his drastic punishments to your siblings and parents, but no. You never once go against him, you just smile and proclaim you understand if he must hurt you. But in that moment, he won’t lay a single thread on you, he gently pats your head and orders you return to your room

Rui becomes favouritistic towards you, to the point it becomes obvious to everybody in the house. You’re a real sister and he needs to keep you as his, at all causes. No demon slayer can take you away from him and no demon can try trick you into abandoning him, he grows a intense sense of overprotectiveness over you, his one true sibling

Rui never really gets the love he wants with this makeshift family he has forcibly created. You’re the rare diamond of the pebble pile, you give him love and affection with no fear nor opposing intent. He is very tense and tries to push back but once he realises you’re just kissing away the blood on his cheek, he lets you. His obsession over you growing in the process

His obsession over keeping you as his sister at all means. Must he kill all those other failures? None of them please him at all and none has true worth to him, Rui is tempted to just kill them all and keep you. Sure, two siblings aren’t necessarily a family but the risk of losing you, who actually loves him, over a family who doesn’t love him. He is going to pick you everytime

Rui eventually moves you out of the attic you were in with your surrogate siblings. You don’t deserve to be around those pieces of filth and he ends up giving you the room, right next to his. So he can come to you very easily and demand your affection without needing anybody else around

He wants you nearby 24/7, his one and only beloved. He wants you close so he knows you’re still here and you haven’t been twisted by anything else that can twist your views

Rui is very desperate for attention so he wants it from you all the time. He’ll just sit down before you as you read/other and wait for you to acknowledge him. He doesn’t get hissy nor attack like he usually would if you take a little while, since he knows you’ll apologise and give him hugs or kisses as extra sorries

Rui will never let you out of the house nor out of the forest. You can go outside when he is with you, just to make sure no slayer can hurt you nor a demon can intervene. It’s all from his anxiety that makes him step in and take those extra precautions to keep you with him

At all causes, he doesn’t care how big the bill is he must pay to have you

Rui holds your hand as often as he possibly can, loving the feel of your warmth. He summons you to stand besides him as he deals out punishment, he sends you to the safety of the household when he finds threats he must dispose off. He is loving, he is favouritistic, he is possessive, he is overprotective; he is all of the above and so much more

“My dear sister. Come here, I am exhausted from taking care of such useless humans, may I get some affection to ease all my tense nerves? I don’t suspect you’d refuse, here now. You know I don’t bite you”

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allysunny · 9 months

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(You're my) Antidote | Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

ᵖᵃʳᵗ ¹ | ᵖᵃʳᵗ ² | ᵖᵃʳᵗ ³

Synopsys: Carrying Miguel's child was the best thing that happened to you. It meant he loved you and you two were on your way to start a family. But what you don't see, are the brightly coloured screens in his office that tell him you are slowly dying.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: Angst, fluff, soft-Miguel, pain and screaming? Syringes. Do mention if I forgot something!

A/N: Hey everyone! This isn't the super long 6+ word oneshot I promised - I'm still working on that one, I want to perfect it as best as possible. So in the meantime, have another little drabble I came up with! Now that I read it a second time, it is reminding me of Twilight omg. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I may make a part 2 if people want, who knows. I hope you like it!

Miguel opened the door of your shared home as quietly as he could – he didn’t want to disturb you, should you be asleep. It seemed to be what you did the most these past few days, getting some much-deserved rest. And how could Miguel blame you?

In fact, he was the one who suggested you being on bedrest, the idea of you walking around making any kind of effort enough to put him on edge, and worried enough to call you every 5 minutes to make sure you were okay. Not that he didn’t do it when you were resting, he simply waited longer intervals before checking on you.

He took off his shoes and walked to the only source of sound present in the entire apartment.

The duvet of your bed was carefully folded by your feet, and you had nothing but a silk nightgown covering your body. The moment Miguel walked inside the bedroom and laid eyes upon this sight, his usual frown was replaced by a gentle smile, the lines around his eyes softening, giving you a look he did not dare give anyone else but you.

You looked up at him, able to sense his presence the moment he walked inside the apartment. You’d gotten fairly good at that, detecting when he got home, especially because you were by yourself at most times and longed for company. So, you just mastered the art of telling when your sweet husband came to you.

“Honey,” you said, grinning. The hands that were neatly folded on top of your (very) pregnant belly, coming up to touch him. His own reached out, and, upon holding yours with the softest grip, and placed a kiss on top of each. Then, like it was second nature, he kneeled down and kissed your belly tenderly, still rubbing circles on the palm of your hand. His hands were rough, calloused, and he loved the contrast and warmth your untainted ones provided. It was as if, it didn’t matter if he was all beat up, battered black and blue, as long as you remained as you were: untainted, safe, pure.

Miguel dropped your hands and lifted his face to get a good look at you. And the sight before him took his breath away and broke his heart all at once. You were gorgeous, marvellously so. But your energy was slowly being drained, exhausting your beauty along with it. Bright eyes weren’t so bright anymore, hollow cheekbones, big bags under your eyes.

The baby was taking a toll not only on your physique but also your health. And much unfortunately, it was slowly taking over your life. Miguel had kept it a secret from you, quietly going from and to the Spider Society HQ to meet with Jessica and Lyla and find out ways to keep you healthy and safe, but much unfortunately, time was running out.

“Miguel, you can’t keep doing this. You’re exhausting yourself and wasting precious time you should be spending with your wife.” Jessica berated him, hands neatly crossed over her chest. She had been scowling at Miguel for a few minutes now, trying to make him see reason.

He grumbled something under his breath and all but growled, tapping away at his screens.

“How are her vitals?” His voice was dark. It did not sound like Miguel, not at all, rather, a creature of heartbreak and darkness, hunting for something.

“They haven’t been stable for a while; the antidote is wearing out.” The antidote, the very same antidote he himself took. Miguel had made a few alterations to it. Your baby had unfortunately inherited his 50% Spider DNA, and it was causing you tons of discomfort. No longer able to walk or stand by yourself, you needed Miguel by your side at all times to aid you. This modified antidote was created to calm your baby down and restrain his spider abilities. Miguel didn’t tell you, but the sheer force of the child could easily break you in two. That’s why he had been spending countless nights awake, researching ways to get the baby out of you without causing you any more pain.

And while it was sweet that all he wanted was to find a cure, time was running out and you had been seeing him less and less.

Miguel shakes these thoughts away.

It’ll all be worth it once the baby’s born and you go back to normal. The pain you felt now would be worth it, for you two would finally have the family you always wanted.

“Get me more of it,” He grumbled, looking into the properties of the liquid he injected into himself every few hours. Miguel hated that he had to do the same for you, but it was the only way to keep the baby quiet and asleep.

“Miguel, the serum is slowly killing her.” This time it was Lyla who spoke, holographic figure gleaming before his eyes with a stern look. She might only be a program, but it was not like she was going to watch as Miguel once more blinded himself and lost everything. “The baby is growing immune to it, and-“

“Then make it stronger.”

“Making it stronger will only hurt [Y/N] further!”

There was no way to win.

If he strengthened the remedy, you would grow weaker. But there was no way he could sit by and watch as his child slowly killed the woman he loved.

This universe wasn’t helping in any way, with no technological or scientifical advances being enough to help you.

He would have to look elsewhere.

“Are you gonna be home for the rest of the day?” You asked him, weak-looking hand cupping his jaw and caressing his short stubble. Was it just you, or your Miggy was getting careless? He always shaved neatly, the way he knew you liked. This was unlike him. And his eyes… He looked so tired. “You look like you could use some rest.”

“Yeah, cariño,” He responded in the softest voice possible. Your Miguel was all assertiveness and control and professionalism, and you adored it, truly. But it was such a blessing seeing him like this, soft and sweet and truly yours. Little lines formed alongside his eyes as he sighed contentedly, head bending down to press soft kisses alongside your neck. “Finally home.”

Giggling, you turned (or at least did your best to) to your husband.

He on his hand refused to face you, head dropping lower and lower, lips following your exposed shoulder and leaving soft marks on your collarbone.

It felt cozy and intimate and oh so very domestic – all you ever wanted for your life with Miguel. He’d been working long hours lately. Leaving at the crack of dawn and returning when you were long asleep. That was no way to live, and you had pleaded for very long for him to stay home for once.

“How are you feeling?” Was asked against your shoulder, featherlike lips trailing the skin. “Have you eaten, cariño? You know you need to…”

You nodded proudly at him, placing one hand on your stomach once more. You still couldn’t believe you were going to be a mother. The day you found out was the happiest of your life, a close second to the day you married Miguel. “I’m fine,” you told him, “The baby’s been asleep for most of the day. And yes, I have eaten. And quite a lot, might I add, you’d be proud.”

Miguel lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you from hooded eyes.

“I’m always proud of you, you know that.” He mumbled and nuzzled your nose with his, a gesture he did when he felt particularly soft and in love. Before you could chase his lips with your own, agony surged through your body, and ache engulfed your entire being.

You let out a blood curdling scream and doubled over your stomach, hands instinctively wrapping around it, as if protecting it from harm. But what harm? Your baby was the one causing the excruciating pain, not the other way around. Still, you protectively held it.

“[Y/N]!” Miguel shouted, heartbroken. His baby was causing you pain. Again.

As the baby stirred and stirred, you felt the pain seize every single one of your muscles, leaving you momentarily paralysed. The sharp throbs that came from your belly felt like relentless waves crashing against your core, rendering you unable to move. You breathed shallowly, gasping as you clutched your abdomen and cried.

Your husband did not hesitate. He made his way to the living room and returned to you quickly, bright syringe in his hand. You would’ve pleaded against it if you could. The shots of the antidote were getting worse, getting stronger, hurting you more and more as time went by. You hated it. And yet, you’d go through the pain time and time again if it meant your baby would be safe inside it. According to Miguel, it was a simple sedative, and you trusted him.

Taking your arm in his, Miguel prepared the syringe, abstaining himself from your horrible screams. He breathed in deeply – unbeknownst to you, this wasn’t the serum he usually gave you, the one he administered nearly every night. No, this was a different concoction, something created far away, in another universe. He had no idea if it would work – for all he knew, this new cure could harm you, could make you deteriorate quicker.

But he had to try.

He injected the syringe in your arm, and you squealed, head throwing back as tears streamed down your face. Once all the toxin was flowing in your blood, he held you tightly, kissing your face and head repeatedly, whispering “It’s alright, it’s okay, I’m here, cariño…” Until you quieted down. The sight before him was terrifying, and his eyes widened. Surely it was too soon for the remedy to affect you. And was that…? No. No, no, it was impossible, it couldn’t be-

And then, slowly, your breathing evened out. Your sobs turned into silent tears, and you laid back against the headboard. You sniffled a few times, wiped your tears and turned to face Miguel. “Thank you…” You mumbled, closing your eyes. “I… I guess our baby heard you and wanted to express how happy it was to see you…”

It was like you, to see the bright side of things, to consider this a blessing rather than a curse. Miguel adored that about you, how could be so positive, even when the darkness seemed to be too much to bear. Even when the creature you called your child was slowly killing you from the inside out.

He stood up, holding your hand for a few seconds longer than necessary.

“Stay here, I’ll get you something to eat.” Miguel kissed the top of your head and took one good look at you, taking you all in. Beautiful, lovely, sickly, weak, frail, feeble, debilitated. Oh how he wished he could do something other than inject some stupid antidote into your blood. But he was working on it.

Miguel walked towards the kitchen, and closed the door behind him, mind racing, heartbeat quickening, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

He had seen you glitch.

A/N: That's it! Shorter than Holo Heart for sure. I don't know if I should write a Part 2, but meanwhile, I'll finish the long ass draft that's been haunting my dreams. I hope you are all well! <3

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strawb3rrystar · 9 months

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Babysitting Emergency!!

Pairing: Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhnakar x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None (Might be OOC idk)

Word count: 500

Miles Morales

You read over the text from Peter again. "I really don't understand why he asked us to babysit Mayday."

"It's probably because you'd make a good mother," Miles replies nonchalantly.

"What?" You ask, putting your phone down.

"I- uh... ment, you're a good babysitter...?" He smiles, nervously, while Mayday laughs.

"You think I'd be a good mother, Miles?" You sit down beside him, letting Mayday climb into your arms.

"Of course, Hermosa." He kisses your cheek "I'd love to start a family with you."

"Aw, that's so sweet. But, Mayday just climbed onto the ceiling."

Gwen Stacy

"Mayday, what would you like for lunch?" You ask the bright-eyed child.

"Sweetie, I don't think she'll respond to you," Gwen points out while looking through the pantry.

"Well, Peter didn't exactly tell us what to feed her." You shrug, booping Mayday's nose.

Gwen walks back into the living room. "Why don't we go out to eat?" She asks.

"Good idea, Sugurplum. She's a Parker, so I doubt she'll be picky. " You scoop Mayday into your arms, standing up.

Miguel O'Hara

"Say cheese!" You smile, snapping a few photos on your phone. Miguel's frown was prominent as Mayday sits on his shoulders, pulling on his hair.

"Princesa..." Miguel says, making you look up. "May you please get this baby off my head?"

"Right, right." You gently pick up Mayday, and she smiles, cuddling into your chest.

"You love spending time with your tío Miguel, don't you, Mayday?" You kiss the top of her head, holding her securely in your arms.

Miguel pinches the bridge of his nose. "I swear if Peter asks me to babysit while I'm working again-"

"You deserve a break once in a while." You pat his bicep, making him chuckle.

"Only you could convince me, Mi sol."

Hobie Brown

"Rock, paper, scissors for who has to change her." You turn towards your boyfriend.

"No, why would we do that?" Hobie asks.

"Well, are you going to change her?" You tilt your head.

"Yeah, if you don't want to. Did you think I was the type of guy to not change a dirty nappy?" He shrugs, lifting Mayday out of her highchair.

"Oh..." You bite your lip out of embarrassment. "Sorry, I'm just so used to how my ex treated me."

"I know, sweetheart," He kisses your temple. "Just relax, I'll take care of it."

Pavitr Prabhnakar

"Mayday, get down from the ceiling before your auntie finds out," Pavitr says, holding his arms out.

"Sweetie, I'm right here." He jumps a little at hearing your voice.

"(Name)! Uh- Mayday climbed on the ceiling." He nervously blurts out.

"I can see that. But I don't know why you're so nervous." You lightly chuckle.

"Well, how are we going to get her down!? Oh." Pavitr wipes the sweat off his brow.

"Yeah, you're literally Spider-man. Just grab her yourself," You nudge his shoulder.

"I was so nervous I didn't think about that..." He kisses your cheek."Thank you, Jaanu."

Star's notes -> Still getting a feel on how to write for these characters.

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ladyelissarose · 9 months

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‘Me & My Broken Heart’

Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider-Woman Reader

Spider-Woman goes by - ‘Dulce’ means ‘sweet’ in Spanish.

Summary: Miguel finds a daughter in you.

Warnings: FLUFF. period. It’s very short but it’s cute

“All I need is a little love in my life... all I need is a little love in the daaaaaark... A little but I'm hoping it might kick start... Me and my broken heart... nah nuh nah nuh na na na..”

Miguel typed away on his numerous screens, trying to ignore the way you sounded from afar off... as you sang this song ‘Me & My Broken Heart’ for the 1 millionth time. It was a sweet melody to his ears, you sounded almost angelic and carried the chords and lines perfectly... but it was the lyrics that shot him to his soul and made his heart squeeze painfully.

He hadn’t let himself feel love for a very long time now.. and he desperately craved it. Especially when he had you around, yes you were a teenager, but he felt a special care for you, ever sense you saved his life when he first came to your universe. He hadn’t seen anyone do such for him in a long time. And it made him feel in a way he hadn’t felt in a while.. a fatherly love submerge him.

Now he always has an eye on you, making sure you were safe and sound, he guarded you like a father would. If he couldn’t get being a father to Gabriella right, then he’d be your guardian as best as he could.. back in your home you didn’t have a family anyways, you fended for yourself and worked hard in between your two lives. Being Spider-woman sacrificed your family.

So Miguel went as far as providing a home for you in your universe and paying for your early college classes, when you admitted to him you wanted to be a chemist. You told him it wasn’t necessary but he swore by his decision that it was, and that you deserved it after all you’ve done for your city.

You two ended up being around one another a lot, on missions and even in your civil lives, he’d come to see you and make sure no one was bothering you or just hang out around your favorite places.

Miguel would be quiet most of the time, but he was genuinely happy and invested in you as he watched you be care-free around him, with your talk about teenage drama from school to your silly pranks on him.

And when you were a little quiet he spoke to cheer you up or teach you something new, like making a mess with empanadas or a cool swinging trick.

At the end of the day he either had a new bruise from try skateboarding with you or a sharpie drawn heart or cheesy joke on his arm. But nonetheless he was a listening ear and wise voice to you too, and he protected you with his life.

Everyone knew Miguel had a special place for you, and they left it at that, not wanting to take away what he found peace in- even if he hardly showed it or ever admitted it. Ever so often they’d push you to be around him when he was the grumpiest, and you gladly stuck to his side like glue, even if he told you he didn’t want to hear your voice at all or tell you to sit where he couldn’t see you.

But that was only because he wanted to control himself from hurting you with words or actions, like when he tosses things out of anger or frustration. He knew he’d kill himself if he ever hurt you, you were his best little buddy, his ‘little me’ and shadow.

Although he kept you around for he found a sense of comfort at knowing your peaceful and sweet soul was around to calm his raging feelings. Even when seen and not heard- or vice versa.

And today he wasn’t feeling his best… today was Gabriella’s birthday. The anger and guilt he felt towards himself weighed heavier than anything he had ever carried. So he asked Lyla to nicely ask you to go on a mission check with Gwen, and to come back later.

Soon when he didn’t hear your sweet voice singing anymore, he broke out and tossed his stuff everywhere, shouting curses and blaming himself for screwing up, regretting what he did.

Amongst everything he tossed around, a sticky note got stuck to his arm, and seeing he bright pink paper on him caught his attention and he ripped it off, but his curiosity had his honey eyes reading it intently, not remembering if he had ever used such papers.

Miguel’s emotions swirled around like a angry hurricane in him, it was ready to swallow him while as he let himself drown, refusing to crawl out again. But.. the simple words he read off the note in your messy teenage handwriting, caught his heart in your grip before he went under.

‘All is not lost, hold onto what still yours.’

He released the breath he was clinging onto, believing it’d be his last, and he clutched the paper tightly against his chest, over his heart. Tears brimmed in his eyes, but he choked them away when he heard Lyla claim,

“She’s on her way in here Miggy, she finished her mission.”

He cleared his throat and huffed to himself, his heart wanting to see you again,

“Ok.. that’s fine.”

Not even a minute passed when he heard you skipping and humming the toon from earlier… and he couldn’t help but sing it himself, even if he didn’t remember all the words,

“all I need is a little love in my life... all I need is a little love in the mmm mmm... a lil’ but I hope it might kick start.. mm hmm mm hmm.”

———-

You had just walked in, when you heard the soft words being spoken with a rhythm, it was pretty good and calming.

Like a warm breeze on a cool day, it made a warm feeling seep into your chest as you embraced the peaceful atmosphere of it. You thought that it was perhaps one of the Spiderlings that was always singing around, for the voice was pretty smooth and came out like a low rumble, but it rocked your soul in a warm embrace.

You searched as you walked deeper into the lair, but it made you realized no one was around- not even Hobie Brown. It made you frown in confusion as to where it came from as you continued to hear the voice of what was deciphered to belong to a man, it made your heart swoon like when you danced in the rain or saw it puppy... it made you feel nice as it was your favorite song.

‘Sounds so beautiful...’

“all I need is a little love in my life... all I need is a lil’ mmmhm in the mmm mmm... a lil’ but I hope it might kick start.. mm hmm mm hmm.”

The last hum was a deep rumble from the heart out, it was like a sweet groan of a perfect motor that drove the perfect night drives. You've heard this comforting tone, though he never used it in a way to comfort others.. it was usually given when he was tired of someone or arguing. So it had clicked for you who it was, though it surprised you,

'Miguel.'

Quietly to not disturb him you swung up to his liar that was lifted high (which was usually like that when he didn't want to be bothered) but you just wanted to listen closely, not bother, so you were good right?

Once your feet touched the ground, you got a clear visual of him as you looked up to him, and your heart sunk. He was hunched over his desk, and in his hand he held onto the pink sticky not, holding on to it very tightly. The note appeared tiny in his hold, as his hands were larger than normal- not that it was bad of course ;)

His other hand delicately swiped the screens around as he looked at them all attentively. His face reflected off the screen, and you could see the most endearing, hearts took over the size of his pupils and he didn't look so dark as usual... pink practically covered his cheeks... even a soft smile made it on to his lips. A photo of him and you on a polaroid, the one you snapped while hanging off the Statue of Liberty that one evening.

You had on rare occasions seen Miguel’s sweet side, but that was only when he had a full tummy and was not being bothered by Hobie. But either way you cherished every part of him, he had become your father figure, with the harsh scoldings and comfortable silences. With the pat on the head or smacking your shoulder when the most ridiculous things came out of your mouth or actions- he meant the world to you.

As you drew closer, you remembered he didn’t have strong spider-senses, so you went with your gut, and let your intrusive thoughts win the best of you. Regardless of what he could do- it was Miguel.

Letting your hand extend towards him, you pushed on your wrists and webbed his back, hearing the web smack his brick-wall looking back, giggling when you heard him scowl nicely,

“What are you doing? I know it’s you Dulc- oh!”

You smiled to yourself and closed you eyes, sighing,

“I love you Miguel..”

You had pulled yourself against him, squeezing his waist tightly and leaning your head on his broad back- well like on his lower back, he was a giant compared to you. You could feel the way his muscles tensed as he sucked in a breath. It was like if he was afraid of touch- a strong, loving embrace, but slowly he let the air out from his lungs, and relaxed into you.. allowing himself to be loved and feel loved. His large hand rested on your little one, patting it gently, he then squeezed your hand and replied softly,

“I know you do Dulce... I know.”

His arm then came around behind him and grabbed onto the back of the collar of your suit, bringing you in front of him. You looked up to him right away, wanting to read him before he spoke, but you could hear his heart beat.. it was calm and steady, as he radiated peace and wore a small smile. Hope surged you as you mirrored his expression, a small ‘oof’ left your lips when he pressed the sticky note to your forehead, then pulled you in for a hug.

He cradled you close with his hands while you wrapped your arms around him once again, your head against his stomach this time, feeling his calm breathing an hearing his heart more clearly. It was the sound of home and undeniable peace. Miguel rested his hand on your head and the other reached your shoulders, where he pressed you closer to him.

You took in a deep breath and sighed happily, feeling safe and sound in him, knowing he was your safe haven and that he’d never let you go to be alone.

And Miguel smiled to himself, knowing he had you, confident that he would never let you slip away ever, and that you wouldn’t go either.. so with a tight squeeze he admitted,

“I love you too mija.” (Darling)

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zynxwrite · 9 months

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hey darling <3 hope you are well rested today! may i request something like when neteyam and lo’ ak say something hurtful about sibling!reader thinking she’s not there but she accidentally overhears? if its not too much, can it have fluffish ending? no pressure take your time 🦋

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄?

pairings ❰ Neteyam x Sibling!F!Reader, Lo' ak x Sibling!F!Reader (Separated) Spider x Reader (briefly)

You overhear your brother talking hurtful things behind your back. How could he?

GENRE: Angst, comfort after. WARNINGS: none.

NETEYAM.

You, the middle child of the family had always tried to fit in. Never really had a role to take. You were just you. The plain old [Name] with no purpose to being a sully. You were always what they call annoying; A brat who can't behave. Even you really don't know why you act like this-you can't control yourself and just eventually do something. Or you accidentally shout and hurt someone just by it.

"Freak. She does not deserve to be a Sully." What you commonly hear when the Na'vi speak of you.

"That girl is mad. Disrespectful. A dog to her family." And it can even come to this.

You were an outcast to them. To your family, you think. You were nothing but a dog to them. Still, your family loves you. Maybe Especially your sisters, Kiri and Tuktirey. Even if they cannot understand your situation-they're always there for you. Kiri was your adoptive older sister. And you were her first sister. As children, you were both inseparable, like how glue sticks to a paper.

The relationship of you and your edest brother were never really that close. But you admire him a lot. A lot. You admired him more than your father. He was more likely the father of your siblings than your actual one. Jake was always hard on you and even your siblings.

"I will never treat you like a nothing. Promise." A lie.

Scratches, injuries were present to your legs. You were not supposed to go hunting, you disobeyed your father again. All you wanted was just to prove your worth.

Neteyam began to speak to a mutual friend, assuming you were not there to hear his words. But there you were, behind a tree listenig to their conversation as you watch them just finished fishing.

"I don't get [Name] at all! I always try to teach her but she just does not listen. It's getting annoying, truth. She's a brat." Neteyam crossed his arms while sharing something to a friend. And the friend happens to agree. Of course it will. They always do.

"I do not know how she can even be related to you at all."

"Neither do I. She's not a sister of mine."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and your eyes welled up with tears. You had always admired your sibling, looking up to them for guidance and support. Hearing them talk about you in such a hurtful manner shattered your heart, leaving you feeling vulnerable and betrayed.

He continued, "She thinks everything is so easy, and she can just coast through life. It's infuriating how she goes about her days, seemingly without a care in the world, while the rest of us are trying to keep it all together." Unable to bear the pain any longer, you accidentally reveal yourself, finally being seen.

Neteyam's eyes widened as he saw you. Knowing that you probably heard all that he said about you. Feeling a mix of sadness and anger, you managed to whisper, "I didn't know you felt this way... I never meant to disappoint you." The voice of yours cracked with emotion as you turned and left the place, needing time to process the hurtful revelation.

"Shit. Wait, [Name]!-] But you already left both of them before he could even say another word. You were also known for being fast, your legs were like the sibling of the winds. Fast.

Oh, great mother. What has he done? Such shitty thing to say.

What you didn't know that Spider was also in the same place as you. Hearing all the words your brother said to you. His plan was to scare you so he followed you. But he didn't know that it would lead to this. Your human friend then followed you.

You didn't know where you were running. But the speed of your legs just kept running. Running to whatever you stop to. Before you could even realize you were completely far away from the village.

A sound coming from a bush entered the core of your ears. But you ignored it. Not wanting to pay attention to anything anymore. 'Neither do I. She's not a sister of mine.' This. This piece of crap. Such words.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you clenched your fists, feeling a knot the my stomach. You wanted to run away, but your feet felt glued to the floor, unable to move. The pain of his words pierced through your soul, leaving me feeling worthless and unloved. You always knew that the people disliked you. But never expected your brother to hate you as well. Thoughts started to circle all over you. Do your sisters find you unlovable as well? Your mother? Overthinking made you hurt more.

"[Name]?" That voice. You recognized it. Suddenly, you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder, and turned to see none other than Spider, the closest friend you had. The only one. He had been your rock through thick and thin, always there to lend a listening ear or a comforting hand. You two shared a lot in common. Being disliked by the people.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice filled with concern, "I heard what happened. Are you okay?" What do you think. You couldn't hold back the tears any longer. They cascaded down your cheeks as you whispered, "I don't know what's wrong with me. Why did he say that?"

"Am I that much of a brat?" You were sitting, and he was standing. Spider pulled you into a warm embrace, letting you cry on his shoulder-accidentally wiping the blue paint off his skin.

"You're not the problem, and you're not alone," he said firmly. "Sometimes people say hurtful things out of frustration or their own issues. But that doesn't define who you are. You're strong, caring, and deserving of love." More tears started to form you. But this time it wasn't tears of that feeling.

As you cried, Spider stayed with you, providing a safe space for your pain. His presence and words brought some comfort to your shattered heart. While the hurtful words from your so called brother lingered, Spider's support reminded you that you had someone who genuinely cared for me. You hope your sisters didn't hate you too.

"Thank you, Spider."

"How stupid can you be?!" Kiri yelled. "Brother...Why would you say that? You know she's sensitive! Norm said she had difficulty expressing herself." Kiri had heard about what he said from Spider, but never told Neteyam it was from him.

"You know how much she looks up to you and cares about your opinion. It's not fair to speak about her like that behind her back." Neteyam's face flushed with embarrassment and guilt. He fumbled for words but remained silent, realizing the gravity of his actions.

"I understand that siblings can have disagreements and conflicts," Kiri continued, her tone softening slightly. "But there are better ways to handle your feelings. You could talk to her directly and try to understand what's going on instead of making hurtful assumptions."

Neteyam looked down, clearly grappling with his emotions. "I didn't mean for her to hear that," he finally mumbled. "I was just frustrated, and it came out."

"I get that," Kiri acknowledged, "but you need to be more mindful of your words. They have consequences, and you hurt her deeply. She's your sister too, and she loves you despite everything. Don't take that for granted."

A mix of guilt and regret washed over Neteyam's face. He knew Kiri was right, and he had to take responsibility for his actions. "You're right," he admitted, his voice filled with remorse. "I messed up, and I need to apologize to her." Kiri nodded, appreciating his honesty. "It's not going to be easy, but you owe it to her and yourself to make things right," she said.

Later that day, Neteyam approached you. "Sister," sister.

"Can we talk?" he asked softly, and you hesitated for a moment before nodding. Sister... the word kept ringing inside that head of yours. "I need to apologize," Neteyam began, his voice genuine and vulnerable. "I said some awful things, and I can't even begin to express how sorry I am. I was frustrated, angry, and I took it out on you. But that was never right, and you didn't deserve any of it."

"I felt so disconnected from you," he continued. "It seemed like we were drifting apart, and I didn't know how to handle it. But I realize now that pushing you away was the worst thing I could have done." Confusion stirred in you. Was he actually sorry? You couldn't help but overthink.

"I'm sorry. You are my sister." Really?

Not even a second-You hugged him. Forgiveness has already been granted. You always thought how warm his hug was.

LO'AK.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, you could feel the tension in the air. The gathering at the village had started out joyous, but now it felt heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. You had noticed your brother, Lo'ak, acting distant and on edge all evening, but you couldn't pinpoint the reason behind it.

"Hey, [Name]! Dance with us!" Your little sister, Tuk tried to pull you from the crowd. Sorry, Tuk.

"Uhm-I think I'm gonna go for a walk first. I'll dance with you later, promise!" Feeling overwhelmed, you decided to step out onto the crowd for a moment of solitude. As you moved away from the chatter inside, you overheard hushed voices and recognized Lo'ak's distinct tone. Curiosity got the better of you, and you couldn't resist eavesdropping on the conversation.

"I don't understand her," Lo'ak's voice carried the weight of frustration. "She's always so needy and emotionally sensitive. It's exhausting to be around her. It's so annoying." He sighed. "She doesn't act like a relative to me, bro." a friend of his nodded.

"Why did I even have a twin." why did he?

Each word hit you like a physical blow, and the tears that had been building up in your eyes finally spilled over. You felt the sting of hurt and betrayal, listening to your own brother talking about you in such a hurtful manner. You had always looked up to your twin and thought he cared for you deeply, but his words shattered that illusion.

Before you could retreat, Lo'ak's voice wavered with realization, "Wait, where did she go? Did she hear me?"

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, but the pain was too raw. Still, you couldn't bear the thought of confronting him, not when he had uttered those words in the heat of the moment. Instead, you quietly slipped away and found a secluded corner on a tree to hide your tears.

It was already dark. You have been gone for almost an hour or two. The people have been worried about you. Where did you go? Were you safe? Tuk couldn't help but ask Neytiri every minute if you've already returned. But you were just nowhere to be seen.

Thankfully, Lo'ak eventually found you. It took him 30 minutes to find you with his Ikran. There you were, hugging your legs under a tree. He almost thought you fell asleep. But you weren't.

He landed his Ikran on the ground. There he stood, his expression pained and regretful. "I-I didn't know you were there," he stammered, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean what I said. I was just frustrated, and I didn't think before I spoke."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, and you looked away, not wanting to show your vulnerability. "It doesn't excuse what you said," you replied, your voice shaky. "You really think I'm that unbearable?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant," Lo'ak pleaded, taking a step closer to you. "I've just been going through a lot lately, and I didn't know how to handle it. I never meant to hurt you." Despite your anger and hurt, you could see the sincerity in his eyes. You knew that he was struggling, but that didn't make his words hurt any less.

"I can't believe you said those things about me," you said, trying to hold back your tears. "I thought we were close." You were his twin.

"We are close," Lo'ak said, his voice cracking. "And that's why it hurts so much to see you upset. I've been a terrible brother, and I'm so sorry."

The pain in his voice tugged at your heart, and you felt conflicted. Part of you wanted to shut him out and protect yourself, but another part wanted to believe that he genuinely regretted his words.

"Please. I know you can't forgive me that easily. But you need to come back with me. They are worried about you."

"Take all the time you need," he said softly. "I'll be here when you're ready to talk, and I'll do whatever it takes to make things right." He took his hand out and placed it in the air. Gesturing it for you to hold on. But as you held his hand-he pulled you into a hug.

NOTE: SORRY I HAVEN'T WRITTEN FOR A LONG TIME AND I'M STRUGGLING BECAUSE I'M WORKING ON A NOVEL AOAHDJSJSBK. SORRY THE WRITING IS TERRIBLE. (I fr need to take lessons to improve my ass.) My writing style has changed hasn't it? AHH WRITERS BLOCK AND ART BLOCK GOT ME

I am also open for requests pookies <33

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ronwestbreeze · 1 year

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shallow waters

pairing: jake sully x fem!na'vi!reader

warnings: fluff and sully family stuff hehe. spoilers if you haven't read part 1

summary: in which you give birth to you and jake's child. part two to shallow end.

word count: 2.2k

author's note: i didn't think i was going to write a part two but here it is! i really love how this turned out and it's a lot sweeter of a final ending than the last one. let me know what you guys think and i hope you enjoy!

part one

“ I don’t mean to be too blunt or harsh and I know this is your thing…but I’m not sure I want you hunting in this condition.”

You raise a brow at your husband as you grab your bow, “I am pregnant, Jakesully. I’m not wounded or helpless.”

He gave you a long look, frowning at the bow that was now in your hands. “I know, baby. But for my peace of mind, would you please? Just sit this one out for today?”

To some extent you understood his worry. The RDA were still around and any day now the baby could come. Your stomach, after many months had passed, had grown significantly. But still, this wasn’t the first time you had been pregnant and this certainly wasn’t the first time you went hunting while pregnant. So why was this day any different?

You adjusted the grip on your bow as you stared at him in confusion. “I don’t understand. I’ve done it before on my own and you were perfectly fine with it back then.”

His face fell when you said this and that only confused you more until you realized what the two of you had been like earlier in your marriage. It wasn’t like you were purposefully bringing it up repeatedly just to make him feel bad, even though some would say you deserve to do that—Neytiri—it was just that you were now used to it.

That relationship, the distance between the two of you, all of it you adapted and adjusted to until you could stand it. Until you could find yourself surviving this marriage in your own way.

But now with Jake, new Jake—no, true Jake, you were left adjusting once more.

“Those were different times back then.” Jake grasped your arm and pulled you closer to him until the hand on your arm snaked down and around your waist. He pressed a long kiss to your temple then leaned his forehead against yours. “I don’t doubt your skills, I just want the two of you safe.” You gave him a look and his lip tugged upward a bit, “With me at least.”

“I won’t be long.” You pressed on stubbornly. Just because you were pregnant did not mean you were rendered useless. And for some odd reason, you were trying to prove yourself. To whom, you didn’t know. “I won’t even go too far this time, I just want to stretch my feet for a bit. I’m tired of being cooped up in here for so long.”

Jake grunted and snuggled his face into your neck, pulling you into a tight embrace, one of his hands resting on your belly. “Is there anything I can say that could convince you to stay here with me?”

You shook your head, fighting back a smile, “You have duties, Jakesully.” He grumbled again into your neck making you giggle. “I will be fine, you can leave me alone just for a little bit, can’t you?”

“No.” He said simply, pressing a kiss into your cheek. “Last thing I want to do is leave you alone.”

A playful groan left your lips as you tried pushing him off but he only wrapped his arms around you tighter, “What will comfort you? We should, how do you say? Compromise! Let me compromise with you!”

Jake pulled away to look you in the eye with an amused smile, “I might consider it, depending on what it is.”

You purse your lips thoughtfully, “I can take someone with me. And in case something does go wrong, that person can go for help or carry me back. There, compromise.”

He frowned but didn’t outright reject it. You could tell he still didn’t like it but was relenting at least a little bit. “Who will you take with you?”

“One of the children perhaps? Kiri?”

“She and Tuk are with Neytiri.”

You nod, “Alright, Spider.”

“He’s training with the other Metkayina children.”

You sigh, “Lo’ak.”

“Neteyam.”

“Jake!”

Your husband crossed his arms, giving you a firm stare. But you would not back down so easily. In fact, your stare was just as firm, just as stubborn, just as stern.

He titled his head, “I thought we were compromising.”

You pout, “You are not being fair.” You jabbed a finger into his chest. “Keep it up and I go alone.”

It was a threat you knew would get what you wanted out of him. Jake relaxed his muscles and sighed, “Fine, how about both of them. Is that fair?”

Knowing this was the best you could get, you nod finally, “Compromise.”

Jake nodded and smiled softly down at you, “Compromise.”

With that settled, you readjusted your grip on your bow and began to leave, only for him to grab your arm once more. You stare at him in confusion and Jake gives you something similar to a pout.

“Kiss goodbye?”

You didn’t mean to look surprised by the request. Yes, you wanted more than anything to kiss your husband. But there was always a hesitance whenever it came to initiating physical touch with him. You were so used to his guardedness, so used to forcing any sudden feelings of wanting to touch and comfort him. Even now, him initiating the affection was all new to you.

You loved it of course. But still, you couldn’t help the way your hands paused, hovering for just a second, before holding his face and pressing a long kiss on his lips. Jake held you close and responded instantly as he always did when it came to kissing you. Usually, ever since your reconciliation, it’d be a lot rougher. Passionate.

Now he held you as if you were the most fragile thing in Pandora.

Both of you pulled away, Jake’s forehead on yours once more, “I want to be better for you. I wish I could take it all back, from the beginning. I wish I could start again and just allow myself to love you. Fully. Shamelessly. I’m sorry it took me so long…”

“Sssh, ssh, none of that now.” You peppered him with kisses at the corners of his mouth. “What matters is the now, not the past.” With one last kiss on his lips, you finally pull away, “Now go, you have distracted me long enough, Jakesully.”

Reluctantly and with some more reassurance, you finally went off to start your hunt. And like you promised your husband, you grabbed Neteyam and Lo’ak who were happy to tag along.

The waters were gorgeous at this time of day and with the months you’ve spent here, you’ve grown used to the aquatic life. And so did the children. Neteyam enjoyed riding his ikran around the most while Lo’ak enjoyed exploring the waters with Tsireya. You were more the latter. You hadn’t grown up around a lot of water when living with your tribe but you did remember your mother always loved swimming and talked about seas like this. How she would spend the entire day swimming with the creatures, especially during her marriage.

Oh how you missed her now.

“Lo’ak! Let’s race!” Neteyam called as he came down on his ikran. He pointed toward the distance, “First one to that rock wins and gets extra hours of training!”

Lo’ak, of course being the twin of your husband, grinned excitedly, “You’ll lose!”

“We’ll see!” Neteyam then grinned at you, “Y/n, watch us!”

“Don’t be reckless.” You chastise while stepping into the shallow waters, leaving your bow on land. “You know how your father gets.”

He rolled his eyes exaggeratingly, “We won’t.”

Minutes later, Lo’ak came back with his ikran and the two of them messed around but didn’t wander too far out of your eye sight. You watched them fondly as you swam in the waters. And for a moment, you wondered what your mother would have thought of the Metkayina clan’s home. There was no doubt she would enjoy living here, possibly consider this place home more than the one she currently lived in.

Damn this war. Damn those humans for tearing you away from your family. Damn them for taking your beloved son. Damn them all for trying to destroy your life.

Suddenly, you gasped and looked down at your stomach which was submerged in water.

“Lo’ak!” You called. Glancing around for the boys, you finally spotted them on the rock they had been racing for and called louder. “Lo’ak! Neteyam!”

Upon hearing your voice, both boys got on their ikran and flew over toward you. Lo’ak got to you first. “Are you okay?”

You try to remain, “Listen carefully, Lo’ak. And I am serious.”

Neteyam frowned worriedly, “What’s wrong, what has happened?”

“Lo’ak, I want you to grab some healers and tell them the baby is coming.” The boys’ eyes widened but before they could say anything you continued quickly. “After that, get your father and Neytiri. Do it in that exact order, understand me?”

“But—”

“Lo’ak, do not talk back! Go!” You didn’t yell, you just used a firmer voice than what you were used to.

And it had been enough for the boy to nod and take off on his ikran in the next second. Neteyam slid into the water with you, “What do you want me to do, y/n?”

You breathed in and out, walking further into the water until it was now up to your chin. “Make sure I’m breathing, okay?”

Neteyam watched you carefully, hovering protectively similar to his father. And then slowly the two of you went underwater. The water wasn’t too cool, in fact it was warm enough to soothe your tense muscles and close your eyes, the tranquility of the water surrounding you, protecting you. This, this reminded you of home.

Births in water were quite common in your tribe. You and your father’s second wife often helped guide women through water births. It was always so beautiful to you, seeing a new life be brought into Pandora. It was better for the baby too. They wouldn’t come out cold but instead in water until they were brought to the surface for their mothers to see them for the first time.

You never understood why your mother loved the water until now.

Neteyam swam around you, watching you closely and making sure, like you had told him, that you were okay. A few times he had made you come up for air because you had gotten eased to near rest.

It wasn’t until you felt a few splashes next to you in your next descent into the waters did you finally awaken to your surroundings again. Now, instead of Neteyam swimming around you underwater, it was Neytiri watching you keenly as the healers appeared in the waters around you.

Seconds after there were strong arms wrapped around you and you instantly melted into them, knowing it was Jake’s embrace.

All of you swam up for air.

Jake’s voice was next to your ear in an instant, “I got you, alright? Be strong for me, baby.”

“You are halfway!” Neytiri says excitedly as she swam to your other side, hugging your arm comfortingly.

The healer had instructed you to start pushing. Neytiri held your hand while Jake held you from behind. Lo’ak and Neteyam were nearby told to stay in case anything went wrong with the birth. Kiri and Tuk had come with Neytiri, Kiri helping the healers while Tuk held your other hand mirroring her mother in an attempt to be comforting.

Neytiri placed a hand on your head as you quietly cried out from another push, “May Mother guide your child.” She spoke in your native tongue. “You are warrior, y/n.”

“We’re almost there.” Jake encouraged you, squeezing your shoulders gently and pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’ve got it, princess, almost there.”

With a few more pushes, your baby had finally arrived.

And it was a beautiful girl.

Kiri and Tuk were excited for another sister. Neteyam and Lo’ak adored her. Even Spider had grown quite attached to the newborn. Neytiri, like what you had done with Neteyam when he was still a baby, took it upon herself to help raise her as if she were her own child.

Eventually, she was given a name. Tua.

Whenever Jake held her, it was as if he was scared. Scared he’d hurt her. Like now, it was just the two of you for a moment. It had been rare that any of you would get a moment alone with each other. Jake and Neytiri would have their moments together. And now you had them with Jake. Begun to have them.

You watched as he held Tua in his arms, even now you could feel his anxiety.

Of course, you understood his fear. This demon, this war with the humans, it was far from over, and the last thing either of you wanted was to lose yet another child over it.

Yes, you had that fear too.

Slowly you reached out only to stop. Damn it. There was still a part of you, even when things were better, getting better, that kept hesitating.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Suddenly, Jake’s larger hand grabbed your hand and placed it against his chest and kept it there. “See? Touch me whenever you want, princess. Please. I won’t bite, promise.”

Your chest fluttered and for the first time in years, you allowed it to. A smile graced your face.

“What have I told you about your promises?”

Jake smiled, squeezing your hand and holding Tua close. “I guess I can’t help it sometimes.” Gently he brought your hand to his lips before saying quietly, “I love you so much.”

Your heart swelled and your smile grew. Seeing this even made his eyes alight with mirth.

“And I love you, Ma’Jakesully.”

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webslingingslasher · 11 months

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BEGGING FOR A PART 2 TO THE MAY BLURB….

this is kinda long but we needed a happy ending

The familiar Parker door looked scarier than you remember.

It had its slightly yellow hue and the hallway lighting did nothing for it, you hold your breath for five seconds, then release it and start again.

The last time you were here ended in a break up. A mutual break up, but a break up.

You can remember the break up but the details are fuzzy, like it was a rushed decision and you both agreed to make it easier on the other person, except the other person didn’t really want it.

So, you hold your breath, release, and knock.

The door clicks and you hope it’s May, if your ex opens the door you’d pass out.

“Hey, sweetie!” A polite purr from May, her hair wafts with the breeze of swinging the door wide. She hugs you in the doorway before sliding in, your eyes immediately bouncing around the room. It’d be the first time you saw or spoke to Peter in four months, the last ‘sighting’ was when you saw spider-man on a roof when you were walking, it made you go into a starbucks bathroom and sob.

“Hey, May!” You try to be subtle, her warm hand rests on your arm. “He’s in his room, if you don’t want him to join, he won’t.” May silently prays, ‘say he can join, say he can join, say he can join, fix this, fix this, let him fix this.’

Your throat clears, you shoot your eyes to the door, you could make an excuse to leave, or ask May to ditch plans and go to the coffeehouse, or you could talk to her outside because at your grown age you’re petrified of Peter overhearing you. You didn’t know how he felt, and you didn’t know either.

“Can we talk outside?”

You nod at the door, she immediately crosses your path to open the door and usher you out. May smiles, “he’s just as nervous,” can she read you that well? Or are you just terrible at hiding it? “What if it doesn’t work? Too much time has passed? If this goes bad, May I dunno if I could see you again”

“What’s that mean?” Rushed, she can’t lose you. She can’t. She’s lost enough and you were so special to her, she thinks if Peter had moved on she’d be bitter and hold every partner to your standard.

You swallow thick, “it means I move on. I love you, May. But you’re a constant reminder and eventually he’ll move on too and then it becomes weird.”

She understands. She’s had exes and eventually it led to cutting off their family and it hurt almost as much as the break up. But she’s selfish and sure you could fix it, she gets the same feeling from you two as she did Ben. True love, and she can believe it because they too broke up a few times but that universal magnetic pull couldn’t keep them away from each other.

“Then you move on. And we’ll be okay here, just promise me you’ll invite me to the wedding.”

You grip her arm and smile, sometimes you just don’t believe you deserve her love. It makes you sad to think about a one day wedding, you were so sure Peter would be the one across from you with May in the front row. Even if Peter wasn’t the groom you’d save her a seat.

“You’ll be in the front row, I promise.”

May’s heart swells at the confirmation, it’s not like it was a hard commitment. She’d be there anyways, you’re marrying her nephew.

“Tea?”

You peek back at the door, you can face him, it’s just Peter, and you know May has your back.

You nod once, “coffee.”

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As May starts the kettle on the stove she pulls out the french press, you flash her an impressive look and hold a hand to your chest. “For me, little ol’ me?” May cracks a smile, “Peter insisted,” it makes you swallow and give a nervous smile, she sure can hype him up.

You can remember the walk to his room with eyes closed, you can hear May pace around the kitchen as she finished making finger sandwiches and cookies. A slow anxiety forms in your chest, you feel your heart pick up in beats and tap your fingers on the bar counter.

You should talk to him before you sit down with May, save her the awkward air. It’s the least you could do. You don’t announce your department, if you did it would give you a second to think about it and if you did you think you’d end up bolting.

May lifts her head when she sees you walk away in her peripheral vision, she holds her breath as you walk down the hallway, something tells her you don’t have to use the bathroom. She’s proved right when you stall outside her nephews door, then gently tap your fingers on the wood. So lightly she thinks you did it on purpose, like ‘I tried, he didn’t answer, oh well.’ Your plan doesn’t work when she hears him call out ‘yeah!’ May knows he doesn’t expect it to be you knocking.

Peter’s voice made you freeze, made you remember he was a real person and he was here and you were about to look at the man you swore was the love of your life in seconds.

Brave, brave, brave.

You crack the door open and push through, his eyes go from confused to shock quickly.

“Hi,” rushed and stuttered, like you were a figment of his imagination.

“Hi,” you smile softly, you click the door shut and lean against it, it supports you in more than one way at the moment.

You both don’t know what to say.

Everything sounds so cheap after what you’ve shared together. The idea of small talk with Peter feels choking. ‘How have you been? Long time no see. What’ve you been up to? How’s school? How’s work? How-”

“I missed you.” He said it first, it makes you breathe better. You settled on your feet, you didn’t feel so anchored anymore.

“Then why didn’t you call?” Bitter, you didn’t expect that to come from your mouth. You weren’t even all that upset, you didn’t call either, if you wanted to talk to him that bad you could’ve reached out. There was so much emotion bouncing around it came out in frustration instead of admission.

It doesn’t even bother him, he’s just glad you’re talking.

You shake your head before he can reply, “don’t. I don’t know why I said that, I get why you didn’t call.”

He answers anyway, “I wanted to, but I didn’t know what to say, I still don’t. And I don’t think you can call your ex just because you miss her voice. Even if she yells at you.”

The quip makes you smile then falls when you try to piece together the story.

“I promise I’m not taking the piss, but. I just, Peter-”

His name coming from your mouth makes him feel like he’s flying.

“Do you even know why we broke up?”

It’s a genuine question, it felt like an everything at once, heat of the moment breakup. There wasn’t a good reason, at least one you can piece together. It felt like it was just happening and you both committed.

Peter chuckles, like the thoughts kept him up too.

“You don’t know either?”

You sigh and hold your chin in your hand, it was a sigh of relief. You find yourself walking to flop yourself down on his bed, Peter freezes, he’s terrified of making the wrong move and sending you running, he never thought he’d be unsure of how to be around you.

“Years. It was years and we can’t even find the reason why we flushed it down the drain. What’s wrong with us? I mean, we were going to get a place together, we were talking about engagement rings and it settled into this?”

Trust him, he knows. It’s really hard going from looking at rings to sleeping alone every night. It keeps him up all the time, he’s hyper fixated on it.

“I wanted to call you that night. I thought maybe we both needed to sleep on it and the next day I didn’t know what to say or how to say it and then months passed.”

You look up at him, your chin resting in your hands, elbows stationary on your knees.

“It felt weird, right?” Not having each other, when you spend so many years with the same person not having them anywhere is a whole new process, there were so many things you didn’t realize you did with Peter until you lost him.

“Really weird.”

“I missed you too, by the way.”

God does that admission feel good.

The kettle screeches, you jump and in pure instinct lean closer to Peter. It makes him feel warm inside, you still trust him with your life, even if it was a tea kettle.

“I never stopped looking at rings.”

He doesn’t know why he said that. It’s true but it’s weird, something he should’ve kept to himself, but maybe it would smooth things over better. An olive branch of marriage.

It makes you raise your eyebrows, as far as you were concerned you were talking about them. He was looking at them.

“You were looking at them?”

Peter licks his lips, you didn’t even know he was in the first place.

“Not like that,” that’s true, you were very strict on no marriage while you’re in school. “Just gathering ideas I guess.”

He never gave up, you didn’t either. Still giving a hundred percent broken up.

“You’re brave, you must’ve thought I’d come crawling back.” He wants to make a joke but refuses, “I’d come crawling back, I’d man up eventually and come to your door. I was scared of being too late and some guy would open the door instead.”

You tilt your head, “some guy? That’s my boyfriend.”

Peter’s breath hitched, “wait, what?”

You grunt and push against his arm, you realize how long it’s been since you touched him. He’s broad and sturdy, he feels bigger than when you were together, you wonder if he’s been hitting the gym.

“In your hypothetical scenario, not in real life you dolt.” Peter deflates with a breath, “thank christ.” You hum, “I’m sure you’d know if I moved on, something tells me May would be quick to share the news.” He snorts, “you have no idea, she masterminded this you know. She’s been pushing for us to get back together since we split.”

Your throat clears, “was that weird for you? You can be honest, it was weird for me at first.”

“Nah, I know how much you mean to her. I just wasn’t sure what it meant for us, but it kept us connected and I figured that was better than strangers.”

You purse your lips, “do you wanna hug?”

Peter's eyes lit up, he nearly hit the ground with how quickly he hopped up from his bed. You had no idea how much he wanted to, how long he’s been counting since you’ve last been in his arms and holding back every scratching impulse from touching you since you’ve sat next to him. When you pushed his arm he thought he died.

You could use a hug and he could too. It was weird how quick things smoothed over, how one conversation can flip things back into place, like the last four months never existed. He didn’t do anything wrong and neither did you, it just happened.

You stand with him and his arms open, you walk into his chest and wrap your arms around his middle, his arms wrap around your shoulders. You squeeze him, he’s a lot broader, either you really miscalculated his size or he got bigger. You fully relax and rub your cheek into his shirt, it’s soft under your face. All the shirts you had of his lost the scent, you never thought you could miss someone's smell. You can hear his heartbeat, it’s drumming thickly. He’s nervous, you think it’s cute and hold him tighter.

“You’re bigger,” your words jumbled with a squished cheek.

“Spidey’s been active, he’s had nothing going on for four months.”

“I like it when you’re softer, it’s better to cuddle.”

He doesn’t even think about it and kisses the crown of your head, he pauses but when you don't react he doesn't comment on it, because he’s not sorry. “I’ll start doubling down on the burgers.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice the haircut.”

“Four months without that tangly mess, sorry babe but it’s not coming back.”

“Then neither am I.”

“Okay, I’ll grow it out a little longer.”

You smile against his chest, “thank you.”

Pushing him away you stretch, “May’s probably itching trying to figure out what we’re doing in here.”

Peter gestures to the door, “go tell her.”

You quirk your brow, “you’re not coming?”

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When you exit his room May has beady eyes racing over the both of you, Peter has a smile so big it can’t be wiped and you’re glowing.

You settle at the head of the table while Peter makes your coffee, May pours her tea and talks mindlessly on your left. You nod along and peer over your shoulder with a grin when Peter places a mug down in front of you after squeezing your shoulder letting you know of his presence.

“Thanks, honey.” You pick up the steaming mug and blow before taking a small sip.

For the first time in four months May can breathe. A weight has been lifted from her shoulders, things are back to how they should be. She wouldn’t lose you, she was playing both sides, either you or him would make the first move but just like your breakup you did it together. That’s May’s favorite thing about you two, no matter what you’re partners and have each other's back. It's us against the problem with you two always.

Her nephew settles to the right of you, she doesn’t miss the secret glance between the two of you as Peter takes two cookies, looks at you and takes a third, you smile and shake your head lightly.

Yeah, everything is going to be alright.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb #tasm!peter x reader #peter parker fluff #tasm! peter parker x reader #my writing

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lady-ashfade · 11 months

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Always

Miguel O'hara x Spider!Teen!Reader. (Platonic obv)

This is just something short a sweet for Father’s Day. Idk why I thought of it but I love it. Father’s Day celebration.

Warnings: Mention of parents death, parents being absent, short.

You step back and looked at the sight in front of you, a smile creeping it’s way to your lips. You knew this day was hard for Miguel and for you as well, but the two of you had each other and you knew it was the day to celebrate. It wasn’t anything big because you knew he didn’t like that kind of thing, but a few balloons and small presents with foods he likes and sweets did the trick.

Hope he likes it, you said to yourself as the weight came down of him being angry or hating what you had done. For years you were alone, learning almost everything on your own from your powers and to taking care for yourself. Your father died when you were little and your mother well, let’s just say she wasn’t in the picture often. So you were left alone when you were bitten by that spider and became a hero all on your own.

Until he showed up.

Miguel himself invited you on the teen and since then he had token you under his wing, he might have hated you at first but you clawed your way at his side. He missed the feeling of being happy and to have someone to look after and you replaced that hole in his chest and made him better. So he was your family and you knew you were his, it was perfect. So that’s why on this day you decided to celebrate him.

The door opened and you quickly turned around and watched the shadow walk through and it was non other than Miguel himself. A hand in front of his eyes and his shoulders fallen, you could tell he was tired. So standing up straight you smiled widely and waited for him to notice you and he didn’t take long. When he took notice of you and the things around you his body tensed and froze in his place.

“Happy Father’s Day.” You shouted and showed off the items behind you proudly. His eyes widen and a lump got caught in his throat at the words coming from your mouth. “Uh…” he lost his words and wondered what to do. His body was almost shaking and his mind running with thought. Did he deserve this? He wasn’t your father. Why did he feel so lightheaded?

You started to panic at his reaction and started to regret your actions but maybe you need to explain. Yeah, that was it. So clearing your throat you hyped yourself up for the job. “I know this might be strange and I’m seeing that now but I don’t regret it. I was alone until you came along and gave me a home, a family and took me under your wing. Thanks to you the people can call me their hero because of what you taught you.” You looked at him softly trying to show him how much he meant to you. “You’re like a parent to me, Miguel i wouldn’t have it any other way. But, if you want me to take this down and leave-”

You gasped as you were picked up and crushed into a hug and you smiled in relief. He held you close and patted your back and you could tell he needed something like this. “Love you too, kid.” He mumbled and held you tighter like if he left go you’d be lost. “Love you too, Miggy.” You teased the nickname to annoy him. He chuckled and settled you back down on the floor, “Thanks for being here.” You smiled up at him.

“Always.” He patted your head.

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 5 months

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Neteyam: to be lonely on one’s pedestal (character thoughts)

You know what I want to talk about when it comes to Neteyam, but don’t see it mentioned at ALL?

His disconnect with his siblings.

They love him to death. Of course they do. He’s their bro, their blood, and he takes care of them.

But let’s try and recall ONE time that he tagged along on the Sully kids’ adventures….or right, he didn’t.

The only time he was actively hanging out with his siblings on screen, was in his early childhood and when the other oldest brother wasn’t around.

I refuse to believe that Neytiri and Jake were so bad at parenting that they never let their son hang out with his siblings in their free time, but from all that we’ve seen, all his interactions with his siblings, I think I can draw a logical conclusion that they felt disconnected from him. Think about it; all Sully kids were "outcasts" on one level or another. They all felt like outsiders and so mostly hung out with each other in their little looser club, and then there is Neteyam, the Isabela or the Sully family who is not only the firstborn fated to fulfil a specific role, but he’s also magically missing all the visible human traits of his father. He looks like a full-blooded Na’vi and could easily fool a stranger into thinking that, so it’s shown both on-screen and told off-screen that he’s treated differently. He has people’s respect, he has their admiration even (deserved ofc), while his siblings avoid social interaction with the rest of their clan, and then get bullied by a new one.

Throughout not only the movie, but the comics, I had a strong feeling like Neteyam’s sheer status and expectations had accidentally piled into a wall between him and his siblings. He loves them, they love him, but there is now a barrier in place, and as result, the two parties can’t feel 100% comfortable with being their authentic selves around each other. Neteyam feels like he is on-duty babysitting, while his siblings automatically feel inferior or misunderstood in his presence.

Avatar the way of water focuses a lot on themes of social isolation, and all the Sullies experience it in different ways. Neteyam is a unique case because although he’s definitely not isolated from the clan, he’s isolated from his family. Both his siblings and his parents, because he very obviously feels like he has to put on a performance for all of them.

So what happens is, when he tries to be the understanding big bro and be real with his siblings for a minute, it comes off as pretentious. Lo’ak instantly pushes Netyam away because from his point of view, it looks like his big, narcissistic brother who has his head up his ass, just can’t understand him and the shit he’s going through, and Lo’ak is right! He can’t!

Netyam can never relate to Lo’ak’s, or Kiri’s, and more so to Spider’s experience, because he got to live a completely different social life. As we saw, that barrier of misunderstanding and disconnection resulted in Neteyam being a brother, but never a friend, and not being the second has had a very damaging effect on his relationship with his family, because he was unable to bond with his siblings on a deeper emotional level. He was too perfect, so they felt like they were lesser (subconsciously) and shut him out.

Neteyam can’t understand Kiri.

Neteyam can’t understand Lo’ak.

And you see the the WANTS TO understand, of course she does, he loves his babies to no end, but his success has led to his attempts never coming off as truly genuine. I believe that’s the true tragedy of his character. The disconnect he never got to clear up. A wrong he never got to right. A performance he never got to drop.

It’s also why he had to be the one who died. Someone had to go in this movie to bring the emotional whiplash and further darken the story, but the siblings would need someone whom they’re connected to on an emotional level, someone who they know understands their feelings and can relate to them, and sadly for him, that person was the orphaned human they grew up with, never him.

(I wish fanfiction more often explored the concept of Neteyam not putting up a performance around Spider, as he doesn’t feel worthy enough to pretend around. That could be such an interesting dynamic; one that could even be freeing for Neteyam.)

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