#fike

[muhomora]

Starring: Assholes 😈

[jamscandraw]

OC FUSION TIME ➡️💥⬅️

I did a fun challenge where people gave me OC combinations to mash together and design a fusion for! Also Steve is there too lol

[shu-box-puns]

The recoms definitely give ‘found family’ vibes

IDEA: The recoms just tamed their ikran, they’re getting used to being in the saddle. Feeling free of the RDA for the first time since their awakening, only for Lyle to get the call about the rogue gunship. It’s quiet for a heartbeat as Quaritch processes the information. And the group collectively feel the RDA breathing down their backs despite being countless miles up in the air with no human besides Spider in sight. 

Wouldn’t it be super fun if they all collectively decided ‘fuck it’ and disappeared off into Pandora. It’s giving ‘coming of age’, ‘exploring the world for the first time’ vibes, and I am here for it. 

Just someone ballsy from the back of the flock (probably Z-Dog) going: ”What if we didn’t go back?”

Quaritch goes very quiet astride Cupcake. Spider is peering up at him, his heart in his throat as he watches the recom school his shocked expression into the stern glare of a commanding officer. ”You want to desert?”

”I certainly don’t want to go back.” Z-Dog challenges easily. Her eyes fixed on the horizon so her confidence doesn’t wither under Quaritch’s gaze. 

Fike chiming in with, “I would quite like a holiday.”

Lyle shaking his head. “You’re all unbelievable.”

“We’ve been dead fifteen years Wainfleet.” Z-Dog retorts, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “The time to live is now!”

And they do manage to convince Quaritch. At first, it’s under the guise of getting further acquainted with Pandora, in more intimately learning the Na’vi way. But a week swiftly morphs into a month, and a month transitions into two months, and before they know it, the group of recoms are living solely off the land and are completely cut off from the RDA - Spider waterlogged their comms whilst the marines were bathing in the river. 

Give me reluctant guide Spider, turning into an older brother figure and getting increasingly more stressed as the days go on. He goes from looking after Tuk sometimes, to watching several na’vi twice his size walking blindly around the forest like overgrown toddlers. 

Just a montage of these idiots learning to live in Pandora. Spider going, ‘don’t touch that’, ‘don’t’’, ‘no!’ 

Spider teaching them how to fish and forage. The recoms absorbing all his teachings and allowing him to be fully listened to for the first time in his life.

They definitely become dangerous competitive. And shit gets messy with all their conflicting personalities trying to deal with each other after being stuck with one another with no breaks. Growing closer as their own little ragtag family. 

Once the recoms get their footing in the forest and the group starts working like a community, Spider gets demoted from all-knowing guide to ‘protecc child at all costs’. Now they can effectively take care of themselves, the recoms remember Spider is in fact only sixteen and not some seasoned warrior. 

He's like the collective child of the group. Mansk makes sure he’s fed. Z-Dog touches up his stripes in exchange for small tasks that she can’t be bothered to do, like asking Spider to scale the trees for fruit she can’t reach. 

Someone is always there to scoop him up when an animal takes interest in the group. The adult hissing at the beast whilst the kid stares at them like they've grown a second head. The child is just bewildered that he was Lyle’s first thought when the viperwolves exploded from the undergrowth. Spider had barely registered the movement before Wainfleet was snatching him up and holding him over his head, screeching the entire time. 

Bonus points if they’re somehow separated from their guns and Quaritch stepped away to refill the water bottles by the river. He just returns to the sight of Wainfleet perched on a tree stump, Spider held high over his head, with the other recoms circled around the pair hissing at a pack of pissed off viperwolves.

Just Quaritch storming back over. Firing off into the sky and scattering the pack like it's nothing. 

"I left you for five fucking minutes."

Recoms are like scolded children and he's their disappointed, tired Dad. 

Quick characterisations: 

Quaritch definitely gives me tired Dad vibes. Usually watches the chaos, is quick to jump in when an external threat or idiot tries to start shit. Very rarely gets involved in pranks. 

Quaritch’s favourite phrases: Get down! (often yelled at Spider) Stop that! (he’s definitely slapping Lyle’s hand away from a plant that will definitely kill him) What the hell are you doing? (just standing at a safe distance, arms crossed, watching the recoms fight over something stupid)

Lyle: When he’s not in marine-mod, there is not a thought between those far apart eyes. He’s like a toddler, touching shit he shouldn’t. Scaring any animal he comes across and finding out the hard way if it’s a danger to him. I can also feel in my bones that he’s a ‘that’s what she said’ person and genuinely thinks he’s hilarious. 

Z-Dog: unimpressed by everything. Somehow, despite spending months away from the RDA she still has bubblegum in her pack.

Mansk: Quiet. He never ditches the sunglasses regardless of how long the recoms end up hanging out in the jungle. He can often be found cooking or judgmentally seasoning food off to the side whilst the other’s bicker over stupid little things. He’s one of the youngest recoms and is always ready to learn new Pandoran recipes from Spider to widen his skills. Becoming a recom definitely altered his tastebuds and now he’s got to find a new horde of foods he can enjoy since orange juice tastes like ass now.

Fike: Usually the source of the problems. The kind of asshole to start shit simply because he’s bored. The real kicker is that Mansk sets him up constantly. If something goes missing, everyone immediately assumes it was Fike’s doing and turn on him, when in reality it was Mansk and he’s just chilling by the fire in plain sight watching the chaos unfold. (Only Spider knows it’s him because Mansk hardly ever grins that much, but instead of exposing the marine he just sits down with him to watch the recoms duke it out). 

Fike getting yelled at by Z-Dog for something he didn't do:

Mansk ominously stirring the cooking pot and watching the chaos unfold across the fire, knowing full well he hid Z-Dog’s utility knife:

[mggsv]

Maybe riding dominic fike before you guys go out to preform !Singer reader

I’m not sure who you are..but whoever you are, thank you.

DOM REQ DOM REQ DOM REQ EEEEE

ROCKSTAR NOVA

gn!reader x dominic fike (18+) + Dividers

warnings: hair pulling, quickie!sex, humiliation, overstimulation

“Fuck- fuck babydoll slow down..sh-shit.” Dominic moaned, head thrown back over the arm of the leather couch. His hand gripped your hip to steady the both of you, while the other pulled your hair to slow you down. “That’s it songbird ride that dick..” You look down at Dom with a small smirk. His face was flushed, eyes closed tightly. You moan softly at another tug of your hair.

You’re a mess. Your dressing room had you and Dom’s clothes everywhere. It was bad enough you didn’t have much time to ride your boy as it is. Touring was difficult, especially with timing on your end. Dominic had just stopped touring while you just started. Luckily, he wanted to give you a gift before you went out on stage. Just not…20 minutes before you were supposed to go out there. He was expected too- nothing better than your boyfriend performing with you on your first night.

“Keep pulling.” You gasp, hips slamming down on his cock. He hurried himself deep inside of you. “Yeah?” He hums, getting a better grip on your locs. “Like that songbird?” He sits up best he could as you slowly started grinding on him. Dom’s face slips into your neck, kissing softly. “Yes..” You reach over to tangle your hands in his curls. He starts out below your ear, sucking gently. “Too high-“ you whimper. His cock brushes that sensitive spot inside of you so good.. “Dom.” He kept sucking, tongue licking over the spot. “Mmpfuck..” You shudder as you gasped. Dom starts to move his hips with yours. He was so deep..

“Gonna cum babydoll.” He lets out a warning grunt, biting down on your neck. “Ah..fuck-“ You squirmed. His movements stopped, Dominic letting out a straggled moan as he came. You whine, ridding out your orgasm. Still, you rode him like no tomorrow. Your favorite part about sex with Dom was how much of a moaning mess he became when overstimulated. Seeing just how sensitive he was.

“Y/N, Dom. Why the hell aren’t you getting ready to go onstage? You have like five minutes left to- oh shit.” You hear your manager speak. You pant, looking down at Dom who kept his face into your neck in embarrassment. You look over at her who gave you that look of what would be a scolding later- another, scolding. It wasn’t the first time today. You just wanted to spend as much time with your boyfriend as possible.

“We’ll be out in a sec.” you wave your hand for her to close the door. “M’gonna kill you.” You hear Dom mutter.

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Quaritch's awakening scene.

Better quality, longer gifs can be found here.

[la-imp]

AVATAR RECOM HEADCANONS - INTRO

Recoms!Deja Blu Unit - Science"Puke"! Reader

This is my first headcanon series and I am incredibly nervous because there are so many good ones out there already. I have read quite a few amazing headcanon series by various blogs who practically carry the whole Avatar Fanfic scene, which I am really grateful for! I know these sorts of scenarios have been done a lot by now, but I wanted to get one out and put my own spin on it. I hope to write more and update this series as well as take in requests, one-shots, etc, expanding on the characters as much as I can. I hope you enjoy! Avatar has consumed my life, lol...

Disclaimer: I do not own AVATAR, nor do I own its creative properties and original characters. I do, however, own the 'reader' character as well as other created figures that do not appear in the Avatar films, video games, or comic books. Characters involved: Miles Quaritch, Lyle Wainfleet, Alexander Ja, Mansk, Zdindarsk aka Z-Dog, Zhang, Lopez, Fike, Warren, Walker, Prager, Brown - mentions of Jake Sully

Plot Summary: The story takes place during the events of TWOW, right before the great reef battle. I won't spoil any crucial plot details (for those who haven't watched the movie yet), so I'll end it there. The reader is a militant medic with a biochemistry background, now assigned special care to ensure Project Phoenix's success. As their body chemistry is quite different and unique from that of humans, they require some help getting used to their new vessel. This is where you come in... and boy... you were not prepared for this. A bunch of Na'vi Human hybrids at the peak of their prime, fuelled by hormonal rage, primal instincts, and a knack for vengeance, they sure as hell turned your daily life topsy turvy. To them, you were nothing more than another science puke here to bore them out of their minds,  even though you had some military training as well. It is up to you to show them otherwise. To earn a place in their ranks.

Will (y/n) be able to handle this task or eventually fold like the others?

Warning(s): Cursing - Mild bullying - Negging - Foul language - Playful flirting

Content: SFW (Minors DNI) The reader is human and female. I plan to write specific headcanons for each individual character, but this was just a very long and detailed starter in order to get the ball rolling. Also this is not proof-read, so take this with a grain of salt. Happy reading! (also English is not my first language, so please bear with me) ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Hailing from a gentle background of academics and artists, you've decided to take a completely different route from what your family had destined for you. Going against their wishes and dissapointing a few members here and there was a price you were willing to pay in order to fulfill a lifelong dream. The prize of independence. Or perhaps you were tired of people telling you what you could and couldn't do. The idea of an adventure, exploring new worlds and galaxies, far far away from home was far more attractive than spending your years trying to fix a dying planet. But you also had a knack for helping and aiding those in need. Being a healer with a vast background of medicine and herbs only came natural to you. And as you graduated top of your class, you sought a new challenge. So you joined the space force. Military training was hard but you managed adquedately.  And as you finally becamea full-fledged medic, you signed a contract with the RDA to be shipped off to Pandora.

Save to say, the six years of light-year travel did take a toll on your body. It was often emphasized that dreams do not occur during cryo sleep. Yet, your case was the opposite. Over and over you saw visions of a lush, prehistoric forest that almost looked magical and foreign. Due to overpopulation and pollution, nature seized to exist altogether back on earth, so thinking of what this mythical Pandora may look like, sparked a fire in the pits of your stomach. You began to wonder if these dreams held any meaning to them... or if it was just your brain chemistry running haywire during the cryogenic sleep. The closer you got, the giddier you grew - excited and electrified at the idea of setting foot on one of the most precious planet known to man. Perhaps in the entire universe.

After your space shuttle finally docked at the RDA's space station, you were quickly briefed on your assignment by the announcers, guiding you to the nearest secretary. The secretary looked over her glasses and tossed you an illegible glare before sighing with a shake of her head, handing you your paperwork. "May God have mercy on you," she mumbled before calling for the next candidate. You took the papers hesitantly, brows furrowing in confusion before your eyes cast down on  on these said documents. Your eyes widened as your heart nearly sank. You were assigned to assist military Avatar personnel? You looked back up at the lady who was now grinning at you, a glint playing in her gaze. "Fresh meat for the grinder. It's a bit crass they decided to assign a small girl such as yourself to help these beasts," You slowly nodded, an awkward semi-smile forming on your lips, "I guess I like a challenge," you said, tone matching her sarcastic one. You have studied them for three years now, after all. You were prepared.

A few labcoats accompanied by a good portion of cleanroom suits were helping you find your way before passing you your exopack mask. It was the first time you'd ever seen one of those from up close. The concept of not being able to breathe the atmosphere was somewhat daunting. But it was something you had to get used to if you wanted to survive Pandora's 'Adapt or Die' rules. Wasting no time, you quickly strapped them on and secured the clasps, allowing the small piece of machinery to flood your nostrils with fresh oxygen. Impressed, you found it was much clearer and cleaner than that of Earth's... sadly enough.  You then remembered the comment from the secretary earlier on, echoing in your mind over and over again until it festered in the back of your subconscious. Anxiety began to take a hold of you, shaking your confidence ever so slightly.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply, you then issued a curt nod to your superiors who lastly gave you a clipboard, detailing all of your duties and rank among the Recom unit members. "Ready, greenhorn?" Dr. Vasquez piped up, drawing you from your trance. You blinked at him with a wide-eyed deer-caught-in-headlights look, lips parting, "Y-yeah." he chuckled in response to your nervousness before slapping a hand on your shoulder in confidence. "Don' worry, they may look very scary at first glance, but you will soon realize they are professionals just like us, alright?" You nodded, swallowing the lump down your throat before clamping the board beneath your armpit. "Alright then kiddo, let's rock'n'roll," he said with a smirk before punching in a security code to unlock the doors to the decompressors.

The air was filtered to fit the atmosphere of the recoms. Which was in turn, extremely toxic to humans. Unconscious in twenty seconds - dead in four minutes. The prospect didn't sound like very glamorous death. As the door opened, a hiss emitted from the pressure, giving way to the bright light of the sun peaking through the glass windows. Vasquez marched forward before beckoning you to join him. Upon entering, the energy of the room immediately shifted. It was almost palpable to the touch.

A good part of your confidence was chipped away once you laid your eyes on your future teammates. Breath nearly caught in your throat. To say they were tall was a big understatement. They were huge - as a matter of fact - larger than life! Nothing could've prepared you for this. Most of them stood at around ten feet and nearly scraped the ceilings if they hadn't been adjusted to meet their physiology. You continued to saunter forward, one tentative step at a time, eyes still glued to their physiques without so blinking an eye. Their bodies were even more strange, striking you with awe. Slender, graceful, svelte, yet powerful. The complexion was a deep cyan or darker powder blue, decorated in interesting patterns and luminescent dots, all accompanied by a long prehensile tail that idly swung from side to side, giving them a more animalistic edge. They were all broad-shouldered, even the women, as you scanned the room with all the blue-skinned individuals lurking about, their poise signifying a certain strength and fortitude that of a warrior. They could easily toss a person across the room and break every single bone in their body with one blow if they wished.

Eyes were striking like molten gold peering from the shadows, intensely following your every move. Their previous chatter immediately died down as their eyes glued to you and the other scientists. Vasquez took his position next to someone who seemed much more commanding and authoritive compared to the rest. He stood slightly taller and wore a khaki tanktop, exhibiting a set of toned, muscular arms placated on his hips. You caught a glimpse of his tattoo on his left arm. A black eagle. A remnant of his previous life? Or something to distinguish himself from the others, perhaps?

The way he walked with a certain swagger, taking a stance next to Vasquez, sharp yellow eyes peering into the hall, had you nearly choke on your own saliva. He was an intimidating man,  "As you all know, we are sent here to accomplish a mission that we couldn't last time. To hunt down and terminate the leader of the Na'vi insurgency, Jake Sully.  And in order to ensure our success, we have been assigned our personal medical officers who specialize in Na'vi physiology. They make sure none of us step out of line and patch us up during missions. Treat 'em with respect, ya hear? They are as much our responsbilities as we are theirs," his tone was a low, commanding drawl, hinting at his possible origin back from Earth. He also sounded a tad older than his bio stats suggested.

"Wait, we're going to have these science pukes tag along?" Someone groaned in the background.

Doctor Vasquez nudged you with his elbow before whispering something into your ear. So he was the colonel. Colonel Miles Quaritch. The leader of the first recombinant unit Deja Blu, the first Avatar squad produced by Project Phoenix. Vasquez then nodded and brought you and another male medical officer. Thankfully you weren't alone. And as you peeked into the crowd, practically feeling their eyes rake over your forms in a very scrutinizing manner, you wished there were more human scientists to accompany you. "Listen up Recoms," Vasquez announced, matching Quaritch's energy. Which you had noticed, was now glancing at you over his shoulder with a lazed stare. You quickly turned away, hating that all of their attention was on you now. Just great. "Those are your new medical officers," he gestured to both you and your counterpart, earning him a few whispers and hushed conversations between the Na'vi hybrids. The heavily tattooed individual grunted loudly, expressing a clear distaste at the fact.

You watched as the one with the camo cap began to chuckle before leaning over to the tattooed female with the mohawk, gossiping something into her ear. Your eyes narrowed at her, hoping to God they weren't talking shit about you. The male medic next to you semed quite nervous himself, almost glistening with a faint sheen of sweat whenever the light hit his complexion. Oh man... what a great start. "This here is Mr. Ryan," Vasquez said confidently and clamped a hand on his shoulder before pulling you to his side with a toothy grin, "And this is Miss (y/n). They're going to do a quick checkup on your vitals before we make land on Pandora. Their status reports will affect your mission. If you have any further questions regarding any of that, feel free to ask them. Good luck and have fun," he said before departing, giving you a two-finger salute before vanishing out the door.

For a moment, you wished he hadn't abandoned you so soon, but as you stood there, again with the hundred yard stare, you instantly began pulling out your clipboard, training your eyes on the papers rather than the giant soldiers around you. Quaritch cleared his throat before stepping forward, closing in on your proximity. The heat practically rolled off of him. Almost radioactive in a sense. "Right. Welcome to the crew," he said as a deep rumble of chuckles resonated within the hall. You flicked your attention back on them, seeing as their expressions turned from scrutiny to amusement. The one with the hat flicked his chin toward Ryan, "So you get to touch us all around?" Ryan nodded cautiously, "Yes, in a sense. We need to do some physical checkups to make sure your bodies haven't mutated or caught any diseases on the way here and-"

"So you're gonna be cupping my big blue balls, too?" he said, making an obscene gesture as the team burst out in synchronized laughter. Mr Ryan pursed his lips in frustration. You felt his pain, it was nearly palpable.

You were so not ready for this... "Shut your horny mouth, Ja!" one of the female recoms hollered, smacking him on the back of his head.

Judging by the 'joke', you came to the conclusion that they were full-blooded jarheads. You sighed before ticking something off your clipboard. "And what about her? Is she good with her small hands?" At this your eyebrows twitched before you began searching for the miscreant of this statement. Seeing as the one with the bandana had crooked a finger at you. "Man, she does look cute tho... tiny lil thing. What's good, mama?" their banter continued, slapping and fist bumping each other, having the time of their lives. What a fucking farce - you thought to yourself begrudgingly. The behavior reminded you of teenagers experiencing the surge of hormones for the first time. You couldn't believe Vasquez had vouched for their professionalism. Perhaps he was in on the joke as well. "Shut your pie holes. They're here to help, not entertain you, you fucking lowlifes. Treat'em with respect or I'll have your ass handed back to the infirmary, you get me?!" Quaritch's voice boomed, immediately silencing the lively chatter among his subordinates.

Looking over at the colonel, you saw his hardened, chiseled features directed toward you with an unreadable expression. His pointed ears were tucked back against his head as he issued you a small nod. You repaid him with the same respect and inclined your head in acknowledgment before moving on to your first patient. "Brown?" you said, louder than originally intended before you flicked your gaze around the room, searching for any response. "Steven Brown?" you repeated with a bit more clarity. The mohawk lady merely snorted with arms folded, watching you as you searched for your first victim. Suddenly a blue hand lifted, alerting you of your designated recom, seeing that he looked a little less grim and intimidating. Although equally large, he seemed a bit more approachable, in your eyes at least. With that being said, it wasn't exactly a joyride pushing and squeezing yourself through, as some of them actively made an effort of staying rooted to the spot, entertained at your slight struggle. You could have sworn hearing someone wolf whistle at you but you pushed those thoughts aside when you reached your destination.

He was slightly shorter than the rest, not that you could tell right away as he was seated on one of the benches slightly hunched over, his posture overly lax. Much like the others, he sported that classical short military haircut and fade. "Alright doc, whaddya got for me?" he drawled with a certain bite. You decided not to overanalyze everything, as you were already extremely nervous. You meanwhile scribbled down all of the data before setting the clipboard down, looking him in the eye. He remained there, sitting there in silence, monitoring you with a peculiar glint playing in his topaz irises. "Alright, Mr. Brown, could you please stretch out your right arm? I need to take some samples and check your haemogram if that is alright with you," you explained as you flashed him a polite smile while the convos in the background resumed.

Brown simply nodded and muttered a small 'sure thing' before complying with your wishes. Once he extended his appendage, you got a chance to examine it closely - realizing just how large and sinewy his arm was. The texture was interesting too, differing not much from human skin, save for the lack of arm hair. "Finding a vein shouldn't be a problem," you jest before pulling out a small device for blood sampling. It was not a syringe, but a highly advanced gadget that locked down on the skin cell before drawing a bit of blood. "Alright, just let me disinfect this real quick..." you continued before wiping the spot with a small disinfectant wipe, clearing it from any bacteria. The feeling of his skin was curious, smooth yet somehow rougher to the touch compared to human flesh. Pandora's rough climates had evolved them to become perfect survivors as even their skin was harder to penetrate.  Brown tilted his head to the side, ears swiveling curiously when you placed the blood-letting machinery against the crook of his arm. A small pinch broke through his flesh, extracting only a few tiny droplets. "There we go, that's about it-" Before you could continue, however, you caught Brown sending you a mischievous wink. "Didn't hurt at all, doc."

"Got what ya need, Miss (y/n) or... did I get that right?" you felt blood rush to your cheeks, heating your face altogether. They were trying to rile you up on purpose now... "(Y/N) right, but just call me by my first name. No need for being formal," hoping it would somewhat diffuse the awkward tension between you and the recoms. However, things did not go as planned when Brown's brows lifted for a short moment before his ears rotated in your direction, more attentive than before. "Well good to know, (y/n), looking forward to working with ya," your breathing became heavy to his deliberate teasing as he allowed himself to lean forward. You nearly jumped at his sudden intrusion "So (y/n), what does my blood test say?" just then the analysis was completed, giving you a clear stats report on his bloodwork.

"So far so good... bloodwork looks normal. Cholesterol is in the green and.... well..." His face faltered a bit, "What?" "be sure to consume fewer sugary drinks or sweets but other than that, you're fine. Wouldn't want you to be the first adipose soldier on Pandora," his features continued to crack "You calling me fat, doc?" he said before warming up to a smirk. You leaned away from him to avoid his sudden boldness. "Nah, just reminding you to be on your best behavior if you want to keep up with the rest, alright?" Brown scoffed with a shake of his head as you took your clipboard with you, writing down all of the info as well as checking a few boxes. "I'll get back to you later, just need to do the same with.... uh.. Wainfleet?" you asked, squinting your eyes to spot someone a bit taller and a tad bit more athletic looking. He lacked hair, like some of the others as he wiggled his fingers at you flirtatiously, a crooked smile plastered on his lips. "The one and only," you grunted in affirmation, feeling some of the dread returning before you headed over.

A sudden ticklish sensation and force tugged at the crook of your knee, having you to stumble and nearly fall flat on your face. Walker clicked her tongue with a roll of her eyes, "Come on Kevin, leave the poor girl alone already!" Quaritch's nostrils flared when he caught Brown fucking with you. A move of his tail that hooked around your leg in order to trip you. "You better secure that shit, Brown before I clip that thing off, capiche?" He growled, causing Brown to stiffen immediately. Eventually, he lowered his head and ears ".... yes sir... sorry,"

You managed to calm your thundering heart as you eyeballed Brown with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. What an asshole. Is that how it was going to be all the time? Good lord... how much you began to regret signing up for this particular unit. "Mr. Wainfleet?" you said softly, approaching the man cautiously as he eyed you up and down with that same grin on his face.

"Call me Lyle, sweetums. Only my mother calls me Mr. Wainfleet. So.... here to check the goods? Or maybe even get a feel?" Lyle chuckled before flexing his built physique, making you watch his biceps bulge and swell. The action made your throat dry out like the Sahara desert. Just what in the world have you gotten yourself into...

[recom-recruit]

we're back baby

[babyduk213]

Do y’all ever think about how all the recom soldiers came from a na’vi woman’s eggs (and they’re probably all related🫢) and how the mother was probably a woman kidnapped by the RDA 🙁 and how Quaritch might be related to Jake from their mothers eggs 👩‍👦‍👦or am I just fucking stupid🥸 i’m genuinely curious please lmk🧐

[whxre-bxby]

Good luck with your big thing and I'll wait patiently for your next fics! :)

:) Thank you, I think it's passing so we good (I'm back)

"Insane Like Me"

Recom Fike x Human f. Reader

(1K special request from @supernovapsycho2321 )

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Summary: Fike is known as the shortest recom who happens to be hot-headed. When he meets you he realises your attitude and personality match. After you overcome your first tense encounter, you realise you're both growing a soft spot for each other.

WARNINGS: Fluff, little bit of Angst, tension, cursing

Words Count: 2126 (short one-shot)

You often hear people say that to find yourself the perfect person, you need to complete each other. Like two completely different puzzle pieces that just happen to match and finish the whole puzzle. 

Well, let me tell you…

That's not always the case. 

Fike is one of the shorter recoms and with that height come certain personalities. To tease him and really piss him off, his friends compare him to a Chihuahua. Fike is not similar to a Chihuahua. More like a shrunken Pitbull. Not that those are very tall either. 

Pitbulls are strong and can be aggressive but most importantly, they have a soft and sweet side which is often overlooked by people. That is Fike. He is a hotheaded marine like many others but he isn't unsensible. 

Often, he likes his challenges to be big. Bigger than him. That can also backfire, but he manages to blame it on someone else if it does. 

Then, there is you. You work for the RDA, just like Fike, but in a different branch. And you get irritated very easily because everything seems to be made for giants. We're not talking about Avatars here, I mean people. 

You're just very short, but you never say that. You're personality and attitude completely match Fike's energy. It's either a love or a violent mess bound to happen. Whether the love blooms or the chaos erupts entirely depends on the situation you meet each other in. 

One wrong move and it's over for both of you. Things will be flying through the air and curse words will be erupting from both your throats. 

You don't care that he's a recom, quite frankly it would annoy you even more. 

The inevitable meeting isn't the best situation because you've both had a stressful day when you bump into each other in the hallway. However, something that shocks the universe takes place. 

Fike is walking through the seemingly endless hallways and his head is clouded with thoughts. Heavy footsteps, reminding others an Avatar was walking by, made employees move out of the way. The ones that didn't would get swished with Fike's tail which seemed to have a mind of its own when he was pissed off. 

Since most people moved out of the way, he wasn't counting on that one person not doing the same. As he approached your much smaller self, he didn't bother to stop. Neither did you. So you ended up knocking into each other, causing your paperwork to fall to the ground. 

Fike's attention was no longer on his thoughts but back in reality as he stared down at the human whom he had collided with. 

I freeze in my tracks after almost having the air knocked from my lungs. My eyes shoot up and I huff an annoyed sigh. Of course, it was a recom. They thought they could do anything they wanted. 

He stared down at me while I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. It caused him to raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" He asked, not seeming to understand my expression. 

"Are you going to apologise?" I ask, not looking away from him. 

Nothing could intimidate me after the awful day I've had. If he thinks he can just walk into me like I'm not there then he has one hell of a shitstorm coming his way. 

Both his eyebrows raise in surprise and disbelief at my words. 

"For what?" He scoffs, barely glancing down at my work. "Makin' you drop some shit?" 

I cannot believe him. 

"This 'shit' is the reason you're alive again, asshole. Watch your mouth and pick it up." I snap at him. 

He seems to be processing my words. 

"Nah, don't think so. You're closer to it shortstack." 

The pet name made me furious. 

"What? You think you're too good to pick up the mess you made?" 

"The mess I made? Think you walked into me." 

"I was walking on the right side of the hallway. You were in the middle!" I snarl, pointing at the line dividing the floor in half. 

He scoffs again, shaking his head. 

"That's not a rule"

"Yes, it is! Can you see the line? Yeah? It make sense to you yet?" 

My demeaning tone seems to annoy him for a few seconds because he flattens his ears back. 

"Listen lady, I don't know what you think you're doin', but-"

"No, you listen to me!" I shout, interrupting him. "I don't care if you're an Avatar! You need to respect others. Now pick up the goddamn papers you hit out of my hands and make it right!" I say, now pointing to the messy stack of papers at my feet. 

The people watching around us are beyond entertained at this point.

There are a few minutes of silence where the Avatar just stares at me. I refuse to stand down and frown up at him. 

Suddenly, to my surprise, he bends down and starts to neatly pile my papers into a stack before straightening up and handing them to me. 

My expression changes from the harsh glare I had before as I slowly take the papers back into my hands. 

"Happy?" He asks. 

"Yeah. Wasn't so hard was it?" I say, rolling my eyes and starting to walk away. 

I notice him turn around after me. 

"What's your name? We should do this again sometime!" He called after me. I stop and give him a doubting look before flipping him off and walking away. 

Fike lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head before turning away and continuing to walk in his direction.

Anyone who would have known Fike would have been in shock. Normally, situations like those would have quickly turned into fistfights. Even though you're a woman, he would have still been mean. But Fike left that situation feeling a lot better than he was before. Even if you weren't. 

After that incident, Fike couldn’t shake you from his mind. He’d never met anyone like you and he couldn’t deny that it didn’t stir something in him. Fike liked that you had an attitude and even despite you being a third of his size, he liked that you talked to him like you weren’t. 

The next time you saw each other was coincidentally at lunch. It was nothing but eye contact for a few seconds. Yet, that was enough to have both your hearts racing. He knew he liked you and why but you weren’t sure why you felt drawn to him. You didn’t even know each other's names.

When you left the cafeteria, Fike immediately left his table and friends behind to follow you. He needed to find out where you worked or spent most of your time so that he could meet you again. 

It wasn’t easy, sneaking around as a recom but he managed without you noticing. 

Since then, he would hurry through his training session and speed up his showers. Often he would skip meals or take them with him, just so that he can pretend to accidentally run into you again. 

That way you would often see him in the hallway, walking by whenever you finished your shift. The glances slowly turned into polite smiles which was unusual for both of you. 

At one point, Fike was becoming impatient so he waited for everyone to leave your office before he let himself in. 

My eyes tear themselves from the documents I was correcting when I hear the door open. To my surprise, I see the recombinant again. The same one I bumped into a few days back. Well actually, he walked into me. It wasn’t my fault, all his. 

I stop what I’m doing and watch him. He scans the room before his eyes meet mine. We stare at each other for a few seconds before he turns around to close the door behind him. 

“Hey.” he starts talking, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Did you lose something?” I ask, leaning against my desk and dropping my pen. 

A soft but raspy chuckle leaves him. It made me want to hear it again. 

“No. I didn’t catch your name last time.” he said. It seems as though my attitude made it easier for him to talk and remember why he’s here.

“It says it on the door.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

I roll my eyes. Of course he does. 

“Why? This department doesn’t concern you.” I add, not wanting to make it easy for him.

I hear him sigh. “Come on, just give me your name, doll.”

“That doesn’t work on me.” I say. Pet names never do. And the last time he used one it didn’t either. 

“Please?” he asks, wondering if perhaps being polite will do it. 

I give up with a soft huff. “It’s Y/N.”

The Avatar smiles. “Y/N. Nice name.” he says and I softly scoff, looking back down at my papers. 

I hear him take a few steps towards me and soon he is in front of my desk. He reaches for a chair and uncomfortably sits on it. It was made for humans, not Avatars. But it doesn’t seem to bother him. 

“Now you can ask for my name.” he says, looking back at me. 

“Why would I?” I say, but he can see through my bluff. 

“C’mon. I see the way you look at me. No need to hide it, shortie.” 

I frown at the pet name but his grin tells me he used it on purpose again, just to annoy me. 

“What’s your name then?” 

“Fike. Sean Fike.” 

“Hm.” I hum with a small nod. 

“Nice to meet you.” he teases, extending his hand to me. 

“Such a pleasure.” I answer sarcastically, briefly shaking his hand before trying to focus on my work again. 

“It will be, just wait and see.” Fike joked, grinning at me. He rested his elbow on my desk and was watching me shuffle through my paper. 

I scoff and roll my eyes at his comment. But oddly, his way with words reflects my behaviour. I don’t know whether I like it or whether it makes me uncomfortable. 

“Don’t you have places to be?” I ask, glancing up from my sheets. It was difficult to concentrate on work with him around. 

“Nah, I’m done for the day.” He smiles at me and I sigh. 

“Great.” The words leave my lips in a muffled whisper. I’d have to put up with him now for as long as he liked. 

“What are you doing after this?” he asks. I really won’t manage to get any work done…

“Grabbing something to eat and then going to my room.” 

I purposefully don’t look at him because I know he thrives in my attention. Making him seem less important amuses me. 

“Alone?” 

Now I can’t help but look at him. My eyebrow raises at his question. 

“Yes, alone.” 

“Would you like some company tonight?” he asks and I stare at him in disbelief. He seems to suddenly realise how one could misinterpret that question so he quickly tries to save it. 

“-not in that way! Unless that’s what you want then that’s great but-” 

“Fike.” I warn him, straightening my posture. 

“I meant for dinner.” he says, exhaling softly. “Can I take you out?”

My expression softens slightly and I’m no longer irritated by his presence. I can tell he’s being genuine.  

“In this shit hole?” I joke for the first time since he’s entered and it makes him smile again. 

“Yeah, sorry. Options are limited.” Fike answers. The RDA facility wasn’t very visually attractive. There was little colour and cement was everywhere. 

I sigh, hating how I’m growing a weakness for him. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be done in an hour.” I reply and his smile extends to his cheeks. 

“I don’t mind waitin’.” 

“But I actually have to work, we can’t be talking.” I say, trying to stay serious. 

He nods understandingly. “Yes ma’am. Can I help?” 

His words have my cheeks slowly heating up into a blush and I have to look down to hide it. Dammit, why was the name-calling suddenly pleasing to me?

“Yeah, uh... Can you get that down from there?” I ask and Fike reaches for a box on the high shelf. 

For the next hour, Fike manages to stay quiet. Only because of the date we have after, of course. Otherwise, he would be teasing and distracting you. It was exciting for both of you to have finally found someone so similar to yourselves. One could say it would get boring after a while but your personalities were far from boring. And now there were two of them which made things that much better.

Tag List: @ikranwings @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @number1gal @numarusworld @jatwow @ken-dala

[inkyray]

NEW DROP?????? NEW DOMINIC FIKE DROP???? GOD SAVE ME

[1strecomdejablue]

Deja Blue - Navi; Colonel Miles Quaritch - Avatar: The Way of Water    

[muhomora]

Perhaps I'll post them in one post. Boys after training~

[darika-chan]

HD Wallpapers with Sean Fike 🌟

[brakke-dino]

Just the little things.

[thoughts of these things are happening in my mind in just everyday life now.i thought of this while cooking dinner]

Spider was hanging out with Z-dog who had just finished her jobs for today. They went back to the avatar room. Soon entry spider took a seat on the couch, Z dog went to the kitchen, spider heard his stomach grumbling. “What are you cooking ?” Spider asked.

“I’m going to make dinner” Z-dog replied. Spider lifted up his head to inspect what she was doing, he decided to walk over because he couldn’t see from the couch. He stopped at the kitchen and observed Z-dog moving around.

“Can I help you?” Spider asked. Z-dog looked over and gave him a smile. Spider took this as a yes.

“Hey wash your hands” Z-dog ordered. Spider washed his hands, only just being able to touch the water due to the Navi sized sink. This was going to be hard. Z-dog slipped a t-shirt over spiders head.

“Hey” spider huffed, he started to pull the t-shirt off.

“If you don’t wear that you can’t help, and besides it suits you” Z-dog giggled. Spider wasn’t able to help much, he just stood and followed z-dog around observing throw things in the pot. Once she was done she put the heat down low and sat on the couch. Spider joined Z-dog, she was surprised when spider didn’t take off his shirt. Quaritch was surprised to, as him and all the other recoms walked in. Spider sat and the long dinner table waiting.

“What’s up with him. He has a shirt on and he’s just sitting there” Quaritch whispered to Z-dog. Z-dog chuckle and walked over to the kitchen.

“I made dinner” she sighed loud enough for everyone to hear. Spider began to be concerned as he saw all the recoms looking at each other. Mansak sat in front of spider and gave him a look. Spider was really confused, Everyone sat at the table. Lopez brought down the pot, He began dishing it out. spider saw Z-dogs reaction to all the disappointed faces, he felt bad only if they knew how hard she tried.

Spider kicked Mansak. “Look” spider whispered pointing his head at Z-dog. Mansak gave an understanding nod to spider, they both began eating it ignoring the really bad taste. Everyone else’s complaints weren’t helping them keep it down.

“Eww.”

“What is that!?”

“This taste like ass!”

“I’m not eating this”

Mansak and Spider saw Z-dog not showing how sad this made her. So they kept shovelling it in, Z-dog saw the two and smiled. She made her way over to the two who continued eating. “You guys it’s fine you don’t have to eat it, thanks for trying tho” Z-dog grinned looking at the two. They both gave her grin back, spider how ever still had a mouthful of food.

Spider tried swallowing it down but it wasn’t going down no it was coming up. Spider put his hand over his mouth. “Oh no.” Lyle said In a serious tone. That is what set spider off. Because spider was holding his mouth it came out his nose and sprayed all over his shirt. Once spider was done he quickly took off the shirt.

“Thanks for the shirt I’m going to go have a shower.” Spider coughed. Z-dog didn’t know what would have been nicer not eating or throwing it up.

Bonus

“Who’s shirt is that anyway, we’re did you get it” Lyle asked all the others looked at her.

“It’s Fikes” Z-dog replied. Fikes ears perked up, and he had a shocked look on him face.

“Kid can keep it” Fike said in a tone like spider wanted if in the first place.

@today-or-tumble @naavispider

[dirtytransmasc]

I’m laughing so much with the whole spider climbing people, do you have some more hcs? It’s just too funny

I don't have many other he's for that specifically, but, I do have a compromise

memes, which are sorta hc's within themselves.

this is the best way to describe it.

chaos

Ardmore is tired, she refuses to read feild reports anymore.

how are they not dead

z dog hates everyone, spider is a menace, Quaritch is here for a good time (and to be a show off dad), mansk is rocking those sunglasses, Lyle is the fun uncle.

the whole team has an alcohol issue, are prone to violence, petty theft, larceny, property damage, and nuisance crimes. if you can't find them, look up.

[golden-redd]

Take some low quality gifs of the recoms in the bg

Fike ^

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Zhang

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Z-Dog ^

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Mansk ^