#jake kin x reader

[koiiiji]

canonical event

[ronwestbreeze]

you're gonna go far | 8

pairing: jake sully x neytiri x tsu'tey x fem!human! reader summary: a scientist arrives on pandora (unwillingly) a year after the exile of the rda. now she must deal with the likes of a clan leader, a great warrior, and a thanator rider. word count: 3.8k

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There was blood that sputtered out of your mouth before you lost consciousness. Tsu’tey’s eyes widened and out of instinct—or perhaps his body had a mind of its own at that moment—caught you before your body could hit the ground. He held you up with one arm, his tension gave way to a perplexed emotion clashing with his barely restrained anger

“Take him to the Tsahik!” He shouted toward the warriors who had yet to leave. They had been waiting on his order. But they should’ve been gone by now. They should’ve been rushing back to save his little brother.

“NOW!”

The sounds of the pa’li galloping away did not dissuade his focus on you. Blood roared through his ears, the rain became heavier to where their skin would be slippery to the touch just as the ground became a mess of mud and green. But you never once slipped from his hold. His grip was sure.

His baby brother was lying unconscious, bleeding out. And then there was you. Somehow at the scene. No explanation. No context that could’ve calmed his stormy mind. This Sky Person carrying his injured brother. That very sight would’ve sent him into a violent rage. You would’ve been dead without question.

And yet Tsu’tey didn’t let your limp body go.

There was the anger that stayed but it battled with something else he didn’t want to acknowledge. Distrust wrestling with a flicker of something he couldn’t—wouldn’t place.

He could’ve just left you for dead, making all of this easier.

So why wasn’t he? Why didn’t he just let you go? Why wasn’t this an easy decision for him like it should’ve been? Why was his mind a raging storm of conflict?

It should’ve been easy. It was easy. For his people, for his brother, he would leave you here to die. One less Sky Person on his land would’ve made no difference to him.

But. But.

If he were heartless, if he were a true warrior, a true Olo’eyktan, then he wouldn’t have been so hesitant right now. He wouldn’t have been coming into blows with his sense of morality. He would’ve been able to ignore your unexpected vulnerability and kept to his instincts that Sky People were nothing but soulless demons. Who, themselves, didn’t have a sense of morale. Who wouldn’t have thought twice about destroying his home? If he was a good leader, he wouldn’t have any problem returning the favor. It shouldn’t have mattered to him whether it was wrong or right to leave you here. The People came first.

The forest whispered its ancient secrets to him. Unknown eyes watched him. Pandora was waiting. A delicate balance hanging in the air like an unspoken truth. This heavyweight—this decision—bore down on him. And if anyone were there to witness this, they would not see the stone-faced, sure warrior that was Tsu’tey the Olo’eyktan. But instead, they would see the clash of emotions carved onto his stone-like face. Not of a warrior but of a man.

This simple decision…the hesitation was enough of an answer.

So Tsu’tey called to his pa’li, who had stayed at his side instead of wandering off with the rest of her kin. He heaved your body onto the back of the creature before he got on himself. Your body now slumped against his chest as he yipped at the pa’li to move forward.

He wasn’t a good warrior. He wasn’t a good Olo’eyktan.

His hold tightened around your waist to keep you upright as the pa’li moved.

Yes. That much was so.

This rope of foreboding never loosened from Jake’s chest, even hours later.

Even after the warriors came back with Arvok’s limp and bloodied body—it was worse then. Finding the young warrior pale and at the brink of death, not knowing how this happened or why, it brought a sense of unyielding dread that weighed down on his chest. An unbearable weight. This powerful wave of emotions crashing against Jake relentlessly, hoping to knock him down to his knees.

And he nearly toppled over. He nearly staggered.

But he was now in the Tsahik’s hands. They had gotten him back in time for Mo’at to do her work rather urgently yet precisely. Arvok had been stabbed but after she had gotten a better look at it, it wasn’t fatal. No vital organs were damaged and there wasn’t an exit wound. The problem was just stopping the bleeding.

Which was why Jake’s hands were dried and sticky with red. It took a while to get Arvok to stop bleeding. At some points, Jake, who had his hand pressed against the wound at Mo’at’s orders, could’ve sworn his heart stopped a few times from how much blood he was losing by the hour.

Eventually, Mo’at miraculously got the bleeding to stop. She placed a molding paste against the wound. And once the paste dried she wrapped his waist up with long grass to add pressure against it.

Now there was an eerie quiet that settled in the Tsahik’s hut. Tsu’tey had Arvok’s head resting on his lap, whispering words of comfort to him now and then. Arvok had been awake moments before, whimpering from the pain. But even when he was long asleep, Tsu’tey did not stop his comfort, nor did he let his brother go.

Neytiri, throughout all of this, had helped her mother with Arvok. She grabbed the ingredients, the medicine, the tools, all of it with a barely composed expression. If she were training to be the next Tsahik, then she would have to be level-headed and composed just as her mother was. But even then, Jake could see her mask break whenever Arvok suffered through the hours. He saw the glassiness in her eyes as she handed Mo’at a bowl that was mixed with crushed medicine and the salty waters of her worry.

Perhaps it was different for Neytiri as she practically saw Arvok’s birth and watched him grow up. But for Jake, Tsu’tey’s brother wasn’t just another clan member. He was different from his mother and often sought the approval of his elder brother. He was a kind soul, one that wasn’t as easily swayed by his mother’s bitterness nor his father’s meek will.

Arvok was family. There wasn’t a question about it.

It was a simple mission gone wrong. Arvok had been tasked to meet with some of the warriors from the Tipani clan. The details after that were unknown to Jake, Tsu’tey, and Neytiri. They wouldn’t know what had happened until Arvok woke up and was conscious enough to retell the events leading up to Reeds finding him and bringing him to their warriors.

For all they knew now, the Tipani warriors might’ve attacked Arvok. Which was the worst-case scenario. It could lead to a war between clans. A war that they were trying with all of their power to prevent. Undone by an attack.

Jake prayed it wasn’t the Tipani that did this. He prayed for no war every day. He prayed that his days in battle had finally come to an end.

Then there was you.

Neytiri had been glancing toward your still avatar body that lay a few feet away ever since they entered Mo’at’s hut. Jake knew you would’ve long unlinked from the body but that didn’t mean the avatar didn’t need tending to as well.

After Mo’at had gotten control of Arvok’s bleeding, she identified the deadly poison and made medicine for it to hopefully save your avatar’s body. But the chances were highly unlikely as the poison had already made its way deep into your system. With the sweat coding your pale skin and the tremors in your muscles Jake felt when pressing his ear against the avatar’s chest to listen to the heartbeat, he wasn’t sure it was looking good for your avatar’s body.

There were moments when Jake noticed the subtle glances Tsu’tey shot toward your avatar. An unknown expression fell onto his face every time he did. In those moments, Jake wanted to ask, he wanted to know what troubled him so when it came to you. This reaction wasn’t the usual he had when it came to you. This was different.

But right now, Jake didn’t have time to pick apart Tsu’tey or your interactions. Right now, the focus was Arvok.

And that was all that mattered—

“Jake!”

Norm had suddenly burst into the hut, surprising all four of them from the tense silence they had been sitting in before.

“How dare you, demon!” Tsu’tey snapped, his vicious scowl replacing his previous grim and exhausted expression. “What gives you the right to be in the Tsahik’s hut?! And without my say-so—

“Calm yourself, Olo’eyktan.” Mo’at raised her hand toward him, her eyes never wavering from Norm’s, whom Jake noticed was torn with despair and anguish. Mo’at stood, “Jakesully, there has been a development,” Before Jake could ask how she knew this, she continued, “Go with your friend and listen to his words carefully.”

At that Jake pushed to his feet, and squeezed Tsu’tey’s shoulder before he followed Norm out of the hut.

Hours later, Neytiri finally cried.

A sudden pain struck your body and jolted you awake.

You took in a sharp gasp as someone hissed over you, “Shit!”

Immediately, your body went into defense mode just like when you had woken up on the ship with DeVoe. But before you could gather full control of your body, firm hands restrained you.

You screamed when more pain—a burning sensation—hit your shoulder. There was no rational thought left in your mind as you fought so hard to get out of this iron grip. But whoever had you made an effort for their grip to remain sure.

“Reeds, Reeds—listen to me!” It was Jake’s voice. He was somewhere around you—no, close to you—far away? Was that a comfort then? Your body—which was somewhat relaxed—must’ve thought so. The larger hands moved from your waist to cupping your face, “You’re safe, okay? You’re with the People. Tsu’tey brought you back…”

The People? Did he mean the Omatikaya? How did you get here? What—why were you with Jake?

You were so out of it that you could barely register your surroundings.

“I can’t—why—why am I here?” Slurred words spilled out of your mouth, jaw too tight to speak properly.

“She’s awake!” Jake called out to whoever was there. “Someone get the Tsahik now!” Your body was too heavy but you managed to grab something firm—an arm—and held on as tightly as you could. Like you were trying to grasp onto whatever ground you, stopping you from falling away into the murky waters.

“Sully—what’s happening to me?”

You weren’t even sure if he understood your question. Or if what you said was words at all. They were so slurred together and hard to get out like your body didn’t want to cooperate with you. A whimper left your lips next, tears itching in the corner of your eye sockets.

Thumbs gently wiped away the tears that threatened to roll past your cheek, “You’re gonna be fine, Reeds. You…” He paused as if considering his words. “Arvok said you had taken an arrow to your arm—the tip must’ve been poisoned—Tsahik.”

The last part wasn’t directed toward you but rather someone else. “Hold her down, Jakesully. We do not want her to move for this.”

“Hey, Reeds,” One hand gripped the side of your face as if to bring you back to where you were. To keep you here with him. With them. But the black dots in your eyes worsened and the blur in your vision never went away. “You gotta hold still for me. We’re gonna get the rest of the poison out. I just need you to work with me—”

A scream tore through your throat when your skin suddenly burned again. More hands pressed you down to the ground, keeping you from moving any further.

As time went by—or maybe no time went past—the searing pain wouldn’t stop. You tried swallowing your screams, skin sticky with sweat at this point. The pain stayed but the exhaustion grew heavier. So heavy that it practically knocked you out.

The next time you woke up, Neytiri was holding your hand.

There wasn’t much pain this time but you didn’t feel any better than before. You felt different but sick. A different kind of sickness. You had never felt this awful in your entire short existence.

But there was a sort of comfort in all of this. The warmth from Neytiri’s hands around yours grounded you a bit, but everything else still felt off.

You curled in on yourself with a quiet whimper, her hold on your hand tightened and her other hand gently caressed the curve of your very high-temperature cheek.

There were quiet sniffles next to you, “Ma’ tanhi.”

A part of you the small non-sluggish part of your brain, wondered what tanhi meant. You always meant to ask ever since she started calling you by that. But you just never found the time nor bothered to bring it up.

And why did she call you that with such—adoration? Gentleness?

“—not out of the woods yet.” That was Norm. Wasn’t it? The new voice sounded eerily similar to him. “She’ll have to sweat it off. The poison’s out, now she just has to deal with the—well, the after-effects of—”

You didn't hear the rest, even when you tried willing yourself to stay awake.

At some point, you could’ve sworn you heard a baby crying.

Crying. Crying. Crying.

Why is anyone getting the baby?

Then you saw the tank amid all the darkness. Within the glass, the lights were red. You couldn’t see the avatar inside of it. You couldn’t see the baby.

Where was she? Where was the baby?

Eventually, you woke up. Or maybe you were still asleep.

Frustratingly enough, your body still felt heavy. But you could see a bit of your surroundings better than before. You weren’t at Hell’s Gate, that was the first thing you noticed. But instead in some hut of sorts. The floor underneath you was soft—like a mat. Your skin wasn’t hot or sticky. Instead, you felt the coolness of the air hit your back with the smell of rain brushing against your nose and easing the tension in your tremoring muscles.

Across from you was a hunched figure. It must’ve been Jake.

You forced out your words through your dry throat, “Is the baby…is she okay? Where’s—Where’s Norm—”

“You should worry about yourself, demon.”

“—he was just here…I swear I heard…”

Something shifted within the hut. It wasn’t you, your body wasn’t moving anytime soon. But a sudden shadow loomed over you and there was a slight tug against your arm, where it had been burning before.

Something touched your forehead and then went away in an instant. Then a hand grabbed at your wrist, a thumb pressing just below your palm. The hand stayed there for a moment longer than before and eventually disappeared, leaving cool air brushing along your fingers.

“You should be dead. And yet the Great Mother has favored you, dreamwalker. But you are still not well. The Tsahik wants you to rest. So rest.”

And you did so. You allowed your heavy eyelids to close.

Not even realizing that it wasn’t even Jake’s voice that you had spoken to just then.

Some part of your body moved without you realizing it. A lower part of your body—your right leg. Your ears twitched and your tail swished slightly.

“She’s made progress.” A voice—Mo’at said. Good, you were starting to recognize voices better in this state.

Instead of heaviness, your muscles were sore. Fortunately, you weren’t as hot anymore either. Mo’at’s words were true. Your body was improving, that much was so.

How long have you been out?

You still felt exhausted. A different type of exhaustion than you were used to.

“How long until she’s awake?’ Jake. That was Jake this time.

“Soon,” Mo’at responded. “The poison’s completely out of her system. She should be waking up in the Great Mother allows it.

Your body was still tense. Leg still twitched now and then. Like there were tremors there. You’d have to massage it out once you were fully recovered.

“It would take time for her to adjust since the process was so abrupt—”

Your leg wouldn’t stop twitching. At this point it was uncomfortable.

“Jakesully.” Mo’at must’ve read your mind because you mediately felt a pair of hands on your twitching leg. “Put your hands there—” She said the rest of her orders in Na’vi but seconds later larger hands joined Mo’at’s—which, if you had to guess, was Jake’s.

They both began massaging the leg.

Eventually, you fell back to sleep. Not unconscious.

Sleep.

It took you a while before you opened your eyes and everything kind of fell into place.

You were still in your avatar. Somehow, you managed to stay in this body without unlinking which you sluggishly wondered how that worked.

Slowly, you sat up. Good, you were now in control of your body at least.

And you were still in a hut, not Hell’s Gate.

Jake—he mentioned you were at the new base for the Omatikaya clan. Which surprised you since their Olo’eyktan specifically was adamant to keep you away from their land. But now you were here?

That’s when you remembered everything that had happened before you passed out in the forest.

Arvok. The arrow—you were poisoned. Something about the tip of the arrow.

How long were you out for? Was the baby okay?

There was crying—was that even real? Was everything you saw when you were “awake” real?

You looked down at yourself to find that you were still in your shorts but your shirt was shredded. Your left shoulder—from the palulukan attack—was now wrapped up in green. Your right arm didn’t throb anymore and the slit from the arrow tip was now hidden away by green mush.

But other than that, you did not doubt that you looked particularly rough.

After taking in your surroundings and slowly gathering your senses, you tried to stand next. Albeit wobbly, you managed to balance yourself quite well. Like you were walking for the first time—like you were back in the days when you were training to control your avatar body.

“Whoa, hey!”

You jumped as Norm in his avatar—who practically appeared out of nowhere, rushed into the hut toward you. “Hey, hey, take it easy. Mo’at says you shouldn’t be moving too much yet.”

“I’ve barely moved an inch.” You mumbled as Norm stood at your side to support some of your weight. “And I can walk perfectly fine, thanks. How long was I out anyway?

Norm paused before responding, “Three days.”

You nodded. “Felt longer—how’s the baby? Is she—”

“She’s fine, Doc, could be born any day now. But I need you to listen to me real quick—”

You frowned at him as you finally stood straighter on your own, “My crops better still be alive, Spellman—”

Two more figures suddenly entered the hut. Both you and Norm looked to find Jake and Neytiri staring at the both of you in surprise and relief.

Neytiri rushed toward you and pulled you into a tight hug, “Oh, thank you, Great Mother! Thank you!”

Despite how flattered you felt at her expressive worry, you hugged her back stiffly, still quite surprised by the sudden physical affection from the woman. Over her shoulder, you looked at both Norm and Jake curiously, both holding grim expressions—Norm in particular avoided your quizzical gaze when you tried silently asking him what you had missed.

Neytiri pulled away a bit, analyzing your face with a relieved smile and puffy red eyes. You frowned, “I take it that my being poisoned was rough then.”

Now it was Jake who didn’t say anything and kept his gaze toward the ground.

Norm cleared his throat, “Something like that.”

You hummed, “Sorry for the inconvenience.”

“No, Reeds,” Norm shook his head, his ears lowering. “that’s not…Something happened after the poison set in. After you were brought to the clan…”

Your heart lurched at how serious he sounded. At how serious and grim he appeared. Neytiri now held your hands tightly in hers while Jake watched your reaction carefully.

For some reason, you suddenly felt cornered.

Norm ran a hand over his face before continuing cautiously, “You went into cardiac arrest in the link bed—I don’t know, maybe the sheer shock of the poison caused it—we took you out and we did—we tried…”

You felt like throwing up.

“Ma’ tanhi—”

Neytiri had reached to comfort you. To ease you before you heard the inevitable truth that Norm had yet to reveal.

Instead of sinking into her hold, instead of using her as a way of protection, you flinched out of her hold and backed away from the three of them. Staggering backward, your legs becoming jelly.

“Your human body died, Reeds. When you were brought to the clan—back at Hell’s Gate you were already gone. And when I came back here to get your avatar, they told me you were awake. I don’t know how—”

“Guys, I think we should cool off a bit.” Jake tried reasoning.

“It was Eywa,” Neytiri said firmly. “She saved you. There is a reason—”

You dropped to your knees.

“Whoa, whoa,” Jake rushed to your side. You shook your head, breaths shaky. “Okay, why don’t we slow down with her—it’s a lot to take in right now.”

You just couldn’t breathe.

Your hands trembled and the warm atmosphere of the hut blurred in your vision.

Jake’s hand grasped the back of your neck, “Hey, look at me. Breathe. It’s okay, just breathe, Reeds.” He gently pressed his hand against your chest and began breathing in and out slowly himself. “Just copy me. In and out.”

It started shaky but you copied him. Neytiri knelt next to Jake, watching you steadily as you struggled to get yourself to calm down.

She squeezed your arm gently, her heart clenching at the broken sight of you.

Oh, Eywa, she hated seeing you this way.

Eventually, not perfectly, you got your breathing to a steady pace that was far more manageable than before. Jake gave the pack of your neck a little squeeze, “Yeah, you got it. Good girl.” He then looked over his shoulder at Norm, “Let’s give her some room, okay?” At that, he looked at Neytiri who frowned at this. “Let her rest some more.”

Neytiri didn’t like it. But seeing as you were in no condition to receive any comfort nor did she wish to push you any further and hurt you more, she gave in to Jake’s wishes without protest.

You didn’t hear them leave. Nor did you feel Jake’s hand leave your neck.

At some point you were alone.

Alone with your new body.

Your only body.

The bile finally came up and spilled onto the ground next to you.

i felt bad leaving y'all on that cliffhanger last chapter. so what do you know, i went ahead and wrote up chapter eight for y'all. yes it's a lot shorter than all the other chapters but the next chapter is definitely longer so don't worry!

let me know what you think. and thanks for reading!

(i'm not adding any more people anymore!)

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[inmyfxith]

Blessed Union

Pairing: Neteyam x human!reader

Summary: Neteyam and you are in a serious relationship, but Neytiri and Jake believe your inability to procreate makes it impossible. Eywa sees your love and blesses you with a spiritual pregnancy.

A/N: Neteyam and you are around 20.

Warnings: None

Words: 3k3

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Pandora was a remarkable place, not only because of its breathtaking biodiversity, but also because of the beings that inhabited this distant moon from your birthplace. In just a few short years, your human existence had completely changed. You had gone from a human lost in a wonderland to the potential future partner of the leader of a recognized clan.

Sitting on top of a hill, you watched the sunrise. The sky was painted with shades of pink and orange, and the clouds seemed to glow with the rising sun. A feeling of peace suddenly washed over you as you enjoyed the beauty of the landscape. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, letting the cool morning air fill your lungs and the first rays of the sun warm your skin.

When your eyes opened again, the sun was already above the horizon, casting its scorching glow over the forest. You sat there for a while, simply enjoying the solitude and peacefulness. It was a moment of pure beauty and serenity. A shadow passed through the sky so quickly that it took you a few minutes to realize that it was Neteyam's ikran floating in the air to join you.

“You look so handsome up there,” you called out to him as he gracefully landed next to you. Neteyam's smile was nothing short of infectious as he came to sit next to you.

“Thank you, my love,” he said, leaning in to plant a kiss on the top of your head, your face being inaccessible due to your exopack. You felt your cheeks flush and a warmth spread through your body. Moments like these always reminded you of how lucky you were to have Neteyam in your life. He was not only physically attractive, but also kind and loving, and your love was special.

As tradition dictated in his clan, upon the death of his father, Neteyam would become the new Olo'ektan, the leader of his clan, and you knew he was working hard to live up to his father's greatness.

“My love,” he began, “we’ve been together for long and I can’t imagine going through this journey without you by my side.” Neteyam took your tiny hand into his. “You have been a constant source of strength and support for me, and I know that you would be an amazing tsahik.”

Your heart filled with pride and joy as you listened to his words. Your hands found their way to his cheeks and your thumbs caressed his soft, blue skin. “I promise to do my best to live up to your efforts. I am proud of you, Neteyam, and so honored to be able to stand by your side,” you said. The young man leaned in to place another kiss on the top of your head, his eyes shining with love and determination.

Together, you remained there for a moment, enjoying the moment, knowing that your love was strong enough to weather any storm.

As a human, it had taken you some time to adapt to Neteyam's clan. Due to the actions of your kin, many Na'vi had been hostile to your presence in the High Camp, and you often had to endure disguised criticism or whispered conversations in a language you were not yet fully familiar with. Over time, tensions had eased somewhat, it was still too early to talk about trust, but the Omaticaya were now more affable towards you. Bringing fruits and other herbs collected on the way to the laboratory to the family of your beloved, your run was however stopped when you heard voices rise from the hut of the current Olo'ektan, Jake Sully, Neteyam's father. According to what you could perceive, Jake was in the company of his wife, Neytiri. Not wanting to disturb them, you simply waited near the hut, becoming an involuntary witness to their conversation.

“We must do something, Jake,” Neytiri began, her voice full of concern, “It seems clear that Neteyam's mate is not able to bear children. As the future Olo'ektan, it is his duty to produce offspring for the clan. With her around, our future is in danger.”

“I understand your concern, talking to them will probably not be a viable solution. They seem to love each other deeply, and it would be unfair to end their love in the name of tradition. Maybe we could find a way to...convince him to let go of this relationship and choose a mate who can fulfill his duties as a leader,” Jake replied. His mate sighed, pacing around the hut.

“I know you're right, but what other options do we have? I don't like the thought of causing Neteyam pain, but you're right. The needs of the tribe must come first. We'll have to find a way to gently persuade him to see reason."

Understanding the terms of the conversation taking place under the tent, your heart tightened. The basket filled with fruit that you held in your hands hit the ground, spilling its contents on the ground of the camp. Without a word, you ran out of the Omaticaya's cave, tears rolling down your cheeks as you delved into the forest. You couldn't bear the thought of losing Neteyam and everything you had built together. Your foot hit a root, causing you to fall to your knees. Holding your head in your hands, you hadn't realized that the Tree of Voices was now rising in front of you.

Minutes passed without you being able to stop crying. A hand rested on your shoulder, and without even looking up, you knew that Neteyam had arrived.

"Y/N, what's wrong?”

“I-I heard your parents talking,” you choked out, your voice shaking with emotion. “You need a mate who can have children, and I can’t do that. I-I just don’t want to lose you.”

Neteyam knelt down beside you, taking your small body in his arms and offering you all the comfort you needed. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I don't care about having children. I just want to be with you. You're the only one that matters to me.” You sniffled and looked up at him, your eyes filled with gratitude.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him before burying your face in his chest again. He held you tightly, as if to prove to you that no one could ever stand between him and the woman he loved. As you gradually regained your senses, sitting on Neteyam's lap with your face against his chest, you quietly meditated, trying to erase from your mind what you had heard.

“Y/N, open your eyes,” Neteyam whispered to you again. When you did, dozens of woodsprites were floating in the air, surrounding Neteyam and you. Admiring the spectacle that the goddess Eywa was offering you, you extended your hand, palm up, and a woodsprite landed on it.

“It seems I'm not the only one who has chosen you.” Neteyam smiled slightly, happy to see that the pure and sacred spirits were on your side.

The next few days passed without much trouble. You continued to meet Neteyam at the top of your hill every morning, as a little ritual before starting the day. As a natural reaction to what you had heard, your behavior towards Neteyam's parents became colder, more distant. You were still polite and relatively friendly, but nothing more.

However, as time passed, a singular tiredness began to consume you slowly. No matter how much sleep you gave yourself, you felt continually down. This situation worried your mother, who, despite being a doctor, had no expertise in human medicine. She kept a close eye on you, putting her hand on your forehead to monitor your temperature, but your condition seemed to be getting worse by the day.

Your fatigue was soon followed by weight loss, your cheeks gradually hollowing out, your bones becoming more visible without any clear explanation for your sudden condition. Neteyam was not fooled either, he was also worried to see you in this state and had repeatedly offered to speak to his grandmother, Mo'at, who knew the flowers and herbs of Pandora better than anyone else and whose knowledge was equal to that of the greatest Olo'ektan of the Tawkami clan. But you always refused, not wanting to give Jake and Neytiri another argument to chase you away.

One morning, as the sun was about to emerge from the horizon, you tried to climb to the top of your hill to meet Neteyam who was about to land on his ikran. But as you climbed the steep path, your legs began to feel heavy and your already diminished energy flew away like a feather in the wind. You tried to keep going, determined to reach the top, to see Neteyam, but, exhausted, you ended up stumbling down the path in the opposite direction. Just as you were about to pass out, a voice called out to you softly. Neteyam had run to you after seeing you from the sky, his facial expression reflecting the immense concern he felt.

You were thin and fragile, your skin pale and clammy. Neteyam led you back to his camp, to his grandmother's hut, hoping it wasn't too late to help you.

As he approached the hut, he saw Jake Sully standing outside, a worried look on his face. "What happened?" Jake asked as Neteyam approached.

"I found her on the hill," Neteyam replied, his voice heavy with concern. "She's sick and in pain. I think she broke something."

Mo'at sat quietly by your side, her eyes closed in concentration as she prayed to Eywa for the health and safety of her patient. She had prepared a number of herbal concoctions to help strengthen your body and boost your immune system, and she carefully administered them one by one.

Neteyam stood nervously by your side, watching as Mo'at worked. He had tried to speak to his father about your condition, but Jake had been too consumed with the preparations for the ceremony to pay much attention. Neteyam was worried about you, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was not right.

As the day passed and the sun began to set, Mo'at placed a gentle hand on your belly. She frowned, feeling something unsettling beneath her fingertips. She turned to Neteyam with a grave expression.

"Neteyam," she said, her voice heavy with concern. "Your mate is with child."

Neteyam's eyes widened in shock. "A child?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mo'at nodded gravely. "It is early yet, and it is small. But it is there, and it is growing."

Neteyam's mind raced as he tried to process this information. He had always known that you were not as strong as the Na'vi, and he had worried about your ability to survive. But a child? He had never even considered the possibility.

As he stood there, trying to come to terms with this revelation, Mo'at placed a comforting hand on his arm. "Do not worry," she said softly. "Eywa will guide us and protect your mate and your child. We will do everything we can to ensure their safety and well-being."

Neteyam nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over him at Mo'at's words. How could his mate be with child? They had never made love, and he couldn't fathom any other possibility.

As he sat lost in thought, his mind raced with possibilities. He immediately went back to the night under the Tree of Voices, when the woodsprites had surrounded them. Could that have had something to do with your sudden pregnancy?

Because of the complex and unprecedented nature of the child's conception, Mo'at insisted on keeping you under observation in her hut. At the time, when she told you that a child was growing in your belly, you didn't believe her, thinking that your mind was playing tricks on you. However, as the days passed and your belly grew, the news became more and more real.

Your mother was not happy about this news and when she came to exchange your exopack with another one, she was shocked by your situation. She entered under the hut, her face distorted by anger. "What does this mean? My daughter is pregnant and you're standing there watching calmly," she shouted at Neteyam who was standing beside you.

Neteyam raised her hands in a gesture of peace. "I understand that you are upset, but try to understand that it was not intentional. We never...I am just as confused as you are about how this happened."

Your mother's expression softened as she turned to you. "Are you sure you're pregnant?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. You nodded, tears streaming down your face.

"I don't know how it happened either, but I'm sure I'm carrying a child."

Mo'at, who was quietly preparing herbal concoctions in a corner of the hut, spoke up. "It is possible that the child was conceived under the tree of voices. The woodsprites are known to bless couples who pray to Eywa under its branches."

Your mother let out a sigh of frustration. "This is all so confusing. I just want what's best for my daughter."

Neteyam stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder. "I also want what's best for her. I will do everything in my power to keep her and the child safe and happy."

Your mother looked at Neteyam with a mixture of anger and gratitude. "I hope you mean that," she said before turning to leave the hut. Neteyam watched her leave before turning back to you and taking your hand in his.

This pregnancy was rapid, in just three months your belly had swollen so much that you could hardly move without the help of another person. Thanks to Mo'at's care, your fatigue had decreased and your physical condition had clearly improved so much that she allowed you to escape her surveillance for an evening.

With Neteyam, you had not gone very far for fear of not being able to return. You had simply settled in the heights of the camp, together, far from prying eyes. Your heavily pregnant belly sticking out in front of her, Neteyam was sitting beside you, his hand gently resting on the roundness of your belly as he spoke softly to the baby growing within you.

"You are my little miracle, my son," he whispered, his eyes filled with love and wonder. "I will do everything in my power to protect you and your mother. You are both the most precious things in the world to me."

You smiled up at Neteyam, your hand covering his as you both felt your baby's movements. “I can’t believe how much he has grown,” he said, his voice filled with wonder. “I can feel him kicking and moving inside you. It’s like he’s already a part of us.”

“I can’t wait to meet him,” you answered softly. “I know he’s going to be strong and brave, just like his father.”

Neteyam leaned down and kissed your forehead, his eyes full of love. “I promise to always be there for him, to protect him and guide him. He will always be my greatest treasure.”

Your heart swelled with love, and tears welled in your eyes, as you listened to Neteyam’s words. You knew without a doubt that he would be a devoted and loving father to your child.

As the moments ticked by, Neteyam and you lay together in peaceful silence, your love for each other and your unborn child filling the air around you.

-----

Neteyam paced outside of Mo'at's hut, his heart racing with anxiety. He couldn't bear to hear the sound of your screams echoing through the air. Every time you cried out in pain, his heart seemed to stop. Jake, who had been standing beside him, placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. "It's going to be alright, son. Your grandmother knows what she's doing."

But Neteyam couldn't shake the feeling of dread that seemed to be settling in his chest. He couldn't imagine life without you, and the thought of losing you during childbirth was almost too much to bear. Finally, the screams stopped, and Neteyam froze. For a moment, he couldn't move, couldn't speak. He was certain that his worst fears had come true.

But then Mo'at appeared in the doorway, a wide smile on her face. "You have a son, Neteyam. A strong, healthy son."

Neteyam walked into Mo'at's hut, his heart racing with excitement and nerves. As he approached the bed, he saw you, covered in sweat and tears, holding a tiny bundle in your arms. He rushed to your side, taking your hand in his own.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice shaking with emotion.

You nodded, tears streaming down your face as you smiled up at him. "We have a son," you whispered.

Neteyam's heart swelled with love and pride as he looked down at the small, blue-skinned baby nestled in your arms. He had a head full of jet-black hair, and big, bright eyes that seemed to take in everything around him. His tiny fingers were wrapped around your thumb, holding on tight.

Neteyam reached out a hand, gently brushing his son's fingers open so he could stroke his soft skin. "He's beautiful," he whispered, tears welling up in his own eyes.

You smiled at him, your own tears of joy and exhaustion mixing together. "He looks just like his father. He's our little miracle,” you said softly.

Neteyam leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, then to the top of his son's head. He knew that from that moment on, everything in his life would revolve around these two people, and he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his days loving and protecting them.

-----

Neteyam stood behind his son, his strong arms wrapped around the small child as he gently guided his hands on the bow. A sense of pride and nostalgia was swelling in his chest. He remembered the day his own father had first taught him how to hold a bow, the weight of it in his hands feeling like a rite of passage. The five year old looked up at his father with wide, curious eyes, taking in every movement and instruction with eagerness.

"That's it, my little hunter," Neteyam said with a soft smile. "Just like that. Now, let's see if you can hit the target."

The little boy nodded determinedly and focused on the distant target, taking a deep breath before releasing the arrow. It flew straight and true, hitting the center of the target with a satisfying thud.

Neteyam beamed with pride as he lifted his son off the ground, swinging him around in a joyful embrace. "Well done, son! You have the makings of a great hunter."

As they practiced together, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the clearing. Neteyam couldn't help but sneak glances at you, who were watching them with a soft smile on your face. He knew that you were just as proud of your son as he was, and it warmed his heart.

As they wrapped up their lesson for the day, Neteyam lifted his son into his arms, giving him a warm embrace.

"I'm so proud of you, my little warrior," he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on his son's forehead.

The little boy giggled and snuggled closer, and Neteyam knew that this was exactly where he was meant to be - with his family, surrounded by love and joy.

[neteyamssyulang]

Biting/Marking

Day 1

Pairing: Jake sully x Fem omaticaya reader

Summary: Your parents never liked Jake so they chose a different mate for you, unfortunately Jake didn’t care and took you anyway.

Warnings: Dom Jake, Sub reader, Possesive Jake, P in V, Voyeurism, Creampie, Marking, Use of daddy.

Word count: 593

Translation(s): Ngaytxoa slä oe kin ne zasrìn ngati 'ite for a swaw -> Sorry but I need to borrow your daughter for a moment, Sempu tsal lu hìno, oe rnua lu txal -> Dad it is fine, I’ll be back, Knalu, oe’lu engati mlea engati -> Fuck, I’m yours all yours.

A/N: I know it’s pretty short but I’ll write as much as I can for these <3

Taglist: @hey-hey-26 @narwhal-swimmingintheocean @bessos4him @ntymavtr @puddle-nerd @zafrinaxyz @neteyamswillow @ikeyniofthetayrangi @bubblebaththoughts @skywonder @km-ffluv

You knew Jake was possessive, ever since you met him he was possessive over you while also trying to prove his worth as a mate.

Your parents never liked him since he was a dreamwalker so they promised you to another, Akwey.

Now Akwey was a good man and would surely be a good potential mate but you didn’t love him, your heart belonged to Jake.

Communal dinner was here, like always you sat with with your parents around the bonfire engaging in small conversations when your dads face suddenly turned cold.

Confused you looked behind you to see Jake walking over towards where you and your family were “Ngaytxoa slä oe kin ne zasrìn ngati 'ite for a swaw” he spoke softly at your parents.

Your mother all for it nodded her head but your dad scowled “Sempu tsal lu hìno, oe rnua lu txal” smiling you gave your father and mother a hug before walking off with Jake.

He led you far away enough from the village then stopped walking turning to face you “So what did you need?” You asked softly.

“You” he growled pushing you up against a tree smashing his lips against yours in a rough kiss.

His hands roamed down your sides till they found the ties of your loincloth, deciding fuck it he ripped it clean off your body along with your top sending beads everywhere.

“Jake! Now how am I su-” he cut you off with a kiss as he lifted you off the ground by your thighs, using one hand to hold you up he used his free one moving his loincloth to the side letting his hard cock spring free.

Wasting no time at all he lined himself with your entrance slamming inside you, your eyes rolled back as your arms moved to wrap around his neck.

“That’s it.. such a good girl for me” Jake praised littering kisses and love bites along your neck and chest. What you didn’t know was that Akwey was watching from the trees, glaring at both you and Jake.

You were supposed to be his mate not this dreamwalkers, well Jake knew he was there. Shifting his head to the side he sent a wink towards the other male while angling his hips hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

Jake was glad he took you far enough ways from the village otherwise they’d be hearing your beautiful moans, they were only reserved for him.

Your orgasm was building up fast, the coil threatening to snap at any moment. “You’re mine, say it!” He panted nibbling on your ear.

That was enough for the coil to suddenly snap “Knalu!, oe’lu engati mlea engati!” You screamed coming undone, your walls convulsing around his shaft making him groan.

“Atta girl” he smiled pulling back to look at you “Can you be a good girl for daddy and give me one more?” He purred picking up his pace.

“Y-yes” you slurred getting already drunk off his cock, pleased with your answer Jake nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck sucking and nipping at it.

A silent scream left your lips as you came once more shaking in his hold, panting Jake couldn’t hold back any longer spilling his seed inside of you as his fangs sank into your neck marking you as his own.

After a few moments he unlatched from your neck lapping at a few drops of blood from your wound, “All mine princess” he sighed happily kissing your face all over making you giggle.

[heongiu]

Goo, Jake, Eugene and Samuel with rich reader whose love language is gift giving!!

Awww this is sooo cutee!! Tysm for the request anon soo we shall get started!

Gun, Goo, Jake, Eugene, Samuel x rich reader ||

Gun Park

As discreet as Gun likes to be, his love language is something more sophisticated but savoury. And as much as he loves money, he would love to spoil you.

But when he found gifts randomly appearing in his room out of nowhere, you being the bigger spoon and paying for everything at a date. He would've never expected it.

His first impression of your love language was... weird, he was genuinely freaked out. He thought only he could do that. And him being the one receiving all that? Unbelievable.

He was flustered. His ears were all red and there was visible flush on his cheeks. he was a literal mess.

"W-whys this all here?.. " he asked you with a visible frown on his face, but he was literally blushing at the same time.

But anyway, he does love you a lot and so he accepts the gifts even if he feels that ‘weird’ feeling in his stomach when he receives them.

Kim Jongoo

One word: Material Girl 🗣️‼️

Okay but, he really loves to spoil you, whatever you like, or have a preference for, he'll get it for you right then and there.

He's got his love for money, and all that money, so why should he not spend it on you? Since you're his pookie bear, sweetheart, darling, honey bun, sweet kins and what not (holy shit he's got a lot of nicknames for you damn)

But... When he caught a glimpse of gifts in his own room, on his bed, on the dressing table, heck even inside his closet, that man's face turned crimson red.

His hands were shaky, his face was sweaty, and he was all flustered mess. Just what did you do to that poor man? (Obviously made him kinda submissive)

"What the heck? She could do that too?!?" That, was his first thought.

Maybe you should've taken a pic of him like that, he looked adorable, like a new core memory unlocked.

But from time to time, as you continue doing so, he will get used to your love language, and it might transform into his own (maybe it was before too, but it'll have more love and affection than before)

So as you both keep gifting eachother expensive gifts, there will be occasional small gifts too, not necessarily expensive, but to make the moment precious and memorable.

Jake Kim

Jake kim, is a man of his word, He loves to do anything that can make you fall deeper for him, anything that can get you guys even closer than before.

So he doesnt spoil you with money so often in terms of expensive gifts, yet he does spoil you in a different way. Little gifts like a love letter or a card, bouquet of flowers or a pretty rose quartz bracelet, if you are passionate about something, this man will do it all for you.

But he never expected you to spoil him with your money. he was in shock, and the flush on his face? he looked adorable, like when you call a kid ‘good boy’, that was how shy he had gotten.

He was all over the place worrying and asking you how much it all costed, and why did you do that in the first place? he doesnt deserve all this does he? (well he does and deserves even more)

“y/n!!! w-why would you gift me these?! Oh my god, It mustve costed you a lot right?” He asked you in panic, and all you could do was kiss him on his nose gently, to let him know you did this because you love him.

often theres times when Jake is with the Gang (Sinu, Brad, Jason, Jerry, Lineman and Luah) and suddenly he finds expensive gifts at his place out of thin air. And the gang is all over him, teasing him, and hes in the corner blushing and hiding his face like an idiot.

what a cutie honestly, you should spoil him more just to see his soft side show up.

Eugene

As mysterious and unpredictable as our beloved President Eugene is, he actually does like spoiling you a lot and occasionally you’ll find him doing so.

Since you’re his lover, he actually enjoys to spend money on everything you want, or have a liking for, no matter how much its costing him.

But he actually doesn’t mind you spoiling him back, he enjoys that as well, since he really loves you, he doesn’t mind being spoiled by you.

He very well acknowledges that it is your love language, and so he doesnt interfere in that matter, and lets you do whatever you want to with your money so if you wanna spoil him? go ahead, hes very pleased to be spoiled by you.

However, he does let you know that sometimes its a bit too much, in case you’re actually overspending. (hes very gentle with his words when it comes to you)

He's not one to brag about the gifts he often receives from you, but he does wear your gifts more than often to let you know he appreciates your love for him, and that he belongs to you. (And vice-versa)

Samuel Seo

Samuel, doesn't quite believe in spoiling someone with money. It's not that he cannot, he just doesn't resonate with the idea of it.

Yet often, he can find himself spending money on something you like, it happens as a repulsive act. Also Because he's way too deep in love with you.

Yet the for the first time ever, he had seen small gifts on the table besides his bed, he was surprised and shocked.

In disbelief, and to confirm, he asked you where you got these from, in case if they were actually yours and you placed them there 'accidentally'.

But when you told him those were actually for him, his expression was priceless.

For the first time he had blushed so loudly, with his ears becomes so red like a tomato, he couldn't even speak properly. So much that he actually had to hide his face.

Keep gifting him more, he might get used to it, but he'll still feel butterflies in his stomach everytime he would receive them. (Which he doesn't talk about a lot, he prefers to act serious af all the time, but you'd still know)

[aoteyam]

Avatar | ATWOW: FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

This is for anyone else who is searching for certain avatar (wotw) fics; I’ve got you.

Important note: many of these fics are nsfw so please check for “MINORS DNI” notes or warnings ⚠️ and don’t forget to follow and support these writers ✨

I was suppose to post this a month ago but school kept me hella busy and I didn’t have the energy to post anything but here it is now😃 I also imma start binging this as well!! Enjoy!

Main library; ext blog (soon to be posted)

First: JAKE SULLY Fanfics | Catergory:

• A •

Avatar the way of water | Jake sully x fem!reader @avatarl0v3r

Avatar @/avatarl0v3r

A new star @anangelwhodidntfall

• B •

Becoming Jake Sully’s mate @ronwestbreeze

Born to die @xoxomelanie

Boundaries @cyberfreaky

• C •

Cute things Jake does with you @tojigasm (p.s Everyone thank this author for feeding us with Jake fics 🤍✊🏻)

• D •

Dacryphilia Jake @truetogaia

Daddy’s girl: Dad!Jake @/anangelwnodidntfall

Did you forget something? @avatarbyamara

Different worlds @/teytiri reposted by another blog*

Discipline series @coffeeandbookskeepmealive

• E •

electric @weasleytwinwheezes

Exchanging cultures @/truetogaia

• F •

Far from home @rayassecretlife

First time with dilf Jake @/truetogaia

First time @persefolli

Flaws n all @/persefolli

Forbidden secrets @/ rayassecretlife

Forgive me @tiredmamaissy

• G •

Good enough @/anangelwnodidntfall

• H •

Hold me, please @/truetogaia

• I •

Insecurities @/cyberfreaky

Interstellar activities @/truetogaia

I don’t recognise you anymore @/persefolli

I’ll do better (dad!jake x daughter!reader) @/anangelwnodidntfall

I mean it @/avatarbyamara

I see you @heirtothekingdom

• J •

Jake + Bimbo!reader

Jake + crybaby!reader @'tojigasm

Jake + fluffy sleep @/tojigasm

Jake + fluffy smut @/tojigasm

Jake + giggling during sex @/tojigasm

jake + hair pulling @/tojigasm

Jake + mutual masturbation @/tojigasm

jake + overwhelmed @/tojigasm

Jake being needy @/truetogaia

Jake being too rough with reader @/tojigasm

Jake nsfw visuals @/tojigasm

Jake pussy eating drabble @/tojigasm

jake smut drabble @/tojigasm

Jake sully and physical touch @/ronwestbreeze

Jake sully fingering pregnant reader @/tojigasm

Jake sully headcannons @/truetogaia

Jake talks @/justasimps-blog

• K •

kin @suuuupernovaaa

Kiss it when he eat it @/tojigasm

• L •

Little secret @/Tiredmamaissy

lightweight @/teytiri

• M •

My dear mates @/ronwestbreeze

• N •

need you @/persefolli

nga yawne lu oer @/suuuupernovaaa

Nightmare:Jake sully @/anangelwnodidntfall

nisngum @/suuuupernovaaa

O

• P •

Picasso (dad!jake x daughter!reader) @/anangelwnodidntfall

Polar opposites @justasimps-blog

Q

• R •

Raw doggin @/truetogaia

Reflection @/cyberfreaky

• S •

Says beauty herself @/avatarbyamara

Scandal @/persefolli

Shallow end list @/ronwestbreeze

Smitten @/anangelwnodidntfall

Sneaking around with daddy @/persefolli

Songbird (dad!jake x daughter!reader) @/anangelwnodidntfall

Stressed Jake x reader @/truetogaia

Stress relief @/justasimps-blog

• T •

To you worlds away @/ronwestbreeze

The scientist @/avatarl0v3r

Thick skull @/ronwestbreeze

Thigh-riding @/cyberfreaky

Those chatoyant eyes @/truetogaia

Thought I lost you @/anangelwnodidntfall

Tits or ass? @/justasimps-blog

Trust your people @sunsents

• U •

Unsteady: (dad!jake x daughter!reader) @/anangelwnodidntfall

V

• W •

Weak saga: Runner up @/persefolli

We’re a team @/avatarbyamara

When he hisses at human fem reader @daydreamerbunny

Who am i to love you @/tojigasm

Worth it @/avatarbyamara

X

• Y •

You fuckin brat @ring-anon-official

Z

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓣𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓾𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓫𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓙𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓝𝓮𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓲

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬) 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢? 𝐎𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ x ɴᴇʏᴛɪʀɪ x ᴛᴏɢʀᴜᴛᴀ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: reader is 6′2 and orange skin with black eyes. 

Author’s note: Again, I don’t know much about Star Wars, but I’m trying. I’m sorry for not being very creative, I’m just very drained out the last few days working on stories, I’ll do better in the future. 

Masterlist

Everything had been fine, you were flying your ship across space. As you flew something had happened, something in your ship had broken due to flying for weeks nonstop. Now you had to land, you had landed to the planet closest to you. So you did, you had landed on a concluded part of the forest. Once on the ground, you had gone to check what had happened. As you checked the engine, you had heard noises. You grabbed your lifesaber, ready for anything to come out, until you saw a child, but this child had blue skin and markings. You had lowered your weapon down and got on your knees. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you, I come in piece” you said said, seeing the child, had a curious look, then she approached. You saw a better look at her, seeing her short braided hair, wide cat eyes, the little freckles on her face. She was now in front of you.

You both stared at each other, but then the child reached up to touch your  montrals, her touches were gentle, she had a small smile on her lips. She continued to touch your headdress and had looked at your white markings on your face. She was child a sweet child to look at. “What is your name?” you asked, as she responded “I’m Tuk” she said, making you smile wider. “Well Tuk, I am y/n, could I ask you something?” you asked as Tuk nodded. “I need some help, my ship has a problem and I may need somethings, could you help me?” you asked the kid in front of you. “Yeah, I’ll take you to my mom and dad” Tuk said.

You stood up from the ground, and now followed Tuk, you had your light saver in had incase of anything. As you walked, you looked around, seeing the many trees and plants, it reminded you of your home planet. You continued to walk until you saw a small hut like tent with some people inside, you assumed it must of been Tuk’s family. They spoke in a language you couldn’t really understand, as soon as they saw Tuk, her who you assumed where her siblings approached her along with her parents. They had been talking in that language again. Then Tuk had pointed to you, then the adults had approached you, looking at you closely. “Hello” you said nervously, seeing how tall they were. Then the male asked. “Who are you?” he along with his Mate kept eyeing you. “I am y/n and I need some help, my ship had some issues and I need some help” you said, feeling the female’s eyes on you the most.

“Look, I just want to fix my ship then I’ll leave” you said, still holding onto your weapon. You normally didn’t go straight to violence, but you they just kept staring at you. Then the couple had a private conversation, you could hear them but not understand them. “Okay, you can stay and fix your ship, but cause any trouble or else” the Male said, as you nodded. “I am Jake Sully, this is my Mate Neytiri” he said gesturing to the female. Then he asked for the kids to approach. “They are our kids, Neteyam, Kiri, Lo’ak and I’m sure you already met Tuk” the kids did a greeting gesture, you weren’t sure what it meant but you followed their movement.

That night you had dinner with the family, they had been kind enough to invite you into their home to eat. You had been bombarded with questions such as where are you from? why is your hair like that? what is that stick you’re holding.

You had told them about Shili along other things, you had told them the environment and other things they had asked about your planet. That night you had gone back to your ship to sleep.

The next morning you had began to try and see the problem involving your ship, you had been working, but you didn’t think you’d get company by the kids.

Tuk had brought them to where your ship was. They had seen ‘ships’ but not ships like yours. They had gone very interested, you let them look around. Lo’ak had sat on the pilot seat while Neyetam had told him not to do anything stupid. Tuk and Kiri had been looking around the outside, noticing some weapons.

They had asked you questions about your ship in which you’d answer. You continued to work on your ship, while Lo’ak had hold of your Blaster Rifle and Neteyam had snatched the weapon away. 

After a while of working the kids hanging around the ship, Jake and Neytiri had come by to see if the kids have been with you. They saw how you interacted with their kids, at first they were a bit skeptical about you, since you had come from another planet and weren’t sure how you behavior was.

Who knows how long you’ll be staying, so might as well you learn somethings, such as the language. It wasn’t hard for you since you’ve travel across the galaxy and had learn a few languages. 

Neytiri was the one to teach you the most since she knows everything about the na’vi. During your lessons you began see her in a different light, but you weren’t the only one.

Neytiri had also began to have an iterest in you since that day she saw you interacting with kids. She had a feeling that you had been arounds kids during your lifetime. 

Jake was also looking at you differently, he looked at you the same way he first saw Neytiri. He felt as if their had been something missing, yes he had a mate and his family, but that feeling began when you arrived. 

Since Neytiri had been teaching you, so did Jake, they both had began to teach you all the things you needed to know about the Na’vi. Language, Culture and other things that Omaticaya clan did.

As you were taught by the couple, both Jake and Neytiri also learned about you. They realized that some of your culture was a bit similar to the na’vi but yet it was also different.

What caught their attention was the fact that you have canine teeth, but also had a venomous bite and that you also a weapon known as a lightsaber, along your ways of hunting and combat. 

While you continued to fix your ship, you had began to think if you should leave. You had been spending a lot of time in Pandora and not to mention the Sullys. You already had a soft spot for the kids, but when it came to the parents, that was the part that hit you.

You had fallen in love with Jake and Neytiri, you thought it would be best if you left as soon as possible. 

Now that your ship was now fully fixed, you went to say your goodbyes to the family, you didn’t expect for the family to be sad. You thought they’d be happy that you were leaving since you inferred in their lives. When you got back to your ship, Jake and Neytiri needed to talk with you before you left. It felt harder leaving, since you had fallen for both of the couple. You tried to get them to leave but they didn’t. Turns out that they have been trying to be alone with you to talk to you but you were either busy on your ship or hanging out with the kids. 

You let them talk, but you noticed how they had a worried expression, it must have been because you were leaving. What you didn’t expect was for them to also have fallen for you too, you were a bit to shocked to speak, where you dreaming? You didn’t know what to say, then that was when you admitted that you had fallen for the couple but that you couldn’t be with them since they had different morals and that is why you had to leave. Then Neytiri had asked to stay with them as their third lover, you basically already were a part of the family for the last month. At first you thought about it, but accepted this, staying as their third mate.

When it came to telling the kids that you’ll be staying, they were happy, then when you had brought up about being the third mate of their parents. They somehow already knew what was going on, they did not miss how the three of you would look at each other. They didn’t mind honestly, they were just glad that you were staying, even better that you were their other mother.

Since then you had been referred to as Ma by the kids and Ma y/n by both Jake and Neytiri, but sometimes they’d also call you Ma. 

During your time with the Sullys, you had began to adapt more towards the Omaticaya culture.

You had used your lifesaber and blaster less and began to use a bow, you were taught by Neytiri, since she as an expert. You knew how to use a spear, but the bow was better.

You in return taught her how to use a lightsaber, it was hard at first but she got the hang of it fast, Neytiri is very fast leaner.

You’d also began to dress like them too, you still wore your pants, shirt and armor every now and then, but you had got used to wearing na’vi attire.

Since your headdress couldn’t really be styled, Kiri and Tuk or Neytiri would put flowers or handmade headpieces, you would wear headpieces but they were mostly made of metal or gold.

Jake would be the one to tell about the banshee and he had also taken you on flight with him. You were used to flying but not in this way. 

Lo’ak and Neteyam had also been very interested on learning how to use a lightsaber, at first you weren’t sure, but you went for it and taught them how to use it. 

Lo’ak dedicated himself into becoming a master on the lightsaber, turns out that he wanted to be good at something that others weren’t so, he would learn how to use the lightsaber day and night.

Tuk had also become interested in learning, you didn’t hesitate since back home children where taught how to wield weapon at a young age. 

Jake wasn’t too sure about you teaching Tuk, but you told him that she is of age in learning combat and hunting. He hated it when you’d grab Tuk by one leg and dangled her, it made her laugh while Jake would freak out seen you hold her that way.

While Jake and Neytiri would be very soft with Tuk, you’d be kind of rough with her, telling your mates that you’re preparing her for the real world and that she’ll know how to be the best hunter and fighter. 

Kiri was the one to tell you about who Eywa is and the connection she had with the forest. It wasn’t any different since back home, you and the rest of your kind had a connection with the forest, that is why you had stopped wearing your boots, so that you can connect or reconnect with the forest of Pandora. 

You also felt as if Kiri had an unexplainable connection to this Deity, since you’d often find her bonding with the forest plants along with a little creature known as a woodsprite. When you’d go looking for her, you’d often find her asleep on the grass while some woodsprite would surround her. 

You didn’t find it weird, you just knew that she had a gift some kind, but no one knew for sure if this gift of hers would come out sooner or later. 

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Kinktober Day 24: Bulges

Bulge Kink/Size Difference - Jake Sully X GN!Afab Reader, referenced Neytiri X GN!Afab Reader

Warnings: praise, double vaginal penetration, it's kinda sweet?

AN: I kin Chilli from Bluey SO much I just need 20 minutes you don't get it. SORRY THIS GOT DELAYED, I came home, ate and then passed out. I was so out of it guys I'm sorry

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Reblogs are appreciated!

You've always thought it wasn't fair that Jake could breathe oxygen as a Na'vi but you had to wear a mask whenever going outside on Pandora. You wanted to be able to do normal couple things with him but growing an avatar is hard, and a long process. With the RDA off the planet now, it's hard to take care of it.

So, for now, all you've got are those blips in time Jake comes into the base and has his fun with you.

Your legs are spread wide for him as he eyes you. There's a cocky grin on his lips as he watches your eyes widen quite a bit. No matter how long you two have been dating, no matter how long you've loved him (and now Neytiri as well), you'll never get used to just how big he is.

"You're going to split me open," you murmur bashfully as you watch his large hand press sweetly against your stomach. "Jake," you whisper. If Neytiri was here, her hands would be between your legs, lovingly playing your body like a violin. Long fingers thrusting slowly in and out of you, careful to not go to deep as she takes such good care of you. It's such a shame she wasn't able to make date night tonight.

Jake laughs softly as his tip prods your entrance. "You're so cute," he teases. "I think you'll be able to take me. Always have," he says as he pushes in slowly.

Your eyes squeeze shut. Gods, it feels like he's splitting you wide open. You suck in a sharp breath of air and arch your back. "Oh my," you groan in pleasure. He's sliding into you inch by inch. A little more and he'll be half way buried inside of you. You sigh in a sickly sweet tone tone and relax your body to take him deeper and deeper.

There's no way you'll be able to safely let him safely bottom out inside of you. Even still, you watch as he finally seats halfway and the bulge in your stomach grows.

"Look at that," he grins as he traces his bulge in your stomach. "So deep inside of you, taking me so good," he chuckles. He hums softly as he slowly starts to thrust.

Your eyes roll upwards as you take him. He's making you see stars.

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➘ summary : neyetam never wanted to leave his home in the forest and he’s been making sure to show that through his actions luckily a female from the metkayina clan is there to show him that being apart of the reef isn’t all bad

➘ neyetam x reader, avatar way of water x reader

The lush forest of Pandora had long been the home of the Na'vi people, a place of harmony and connection with the land. Among them, Jake Sully had found not only a new body but a new purpose—a life that was intertwined with the rhythms of the ecosystem and the bonds of his newfound family.

However, the tranquility of their existence was shattered when news reached the clan of the Sky People's return. The humans, driven by their insatiable greed and disregard for the natural world, had once again set their sights on Pandora. The atrocities they had committed in the past were etched into the Na'vi's memory, and the threat they posed was undeniable.

Jake Sully stood before the assembled clan, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on his shoulders. Beside him stood Neytiri, his love and partner, her (e/c) eyes reflecting the same mixture of concern and determination that he felt.

"Sky People come," Mo'at, the spiritual leader of the clan, spoke with a heavy heart. "They bring death and destruction."

The murmurs of the clan echoed through the clearing, a collective acknowledgment of the danger they faced. Jake's adoptive family, the Na'vi people who had become his kin, needed a solution—a way to protect their way of life and preserve the sanctity of the land they held dear.

"We have two choices," Jake's voice carried a solemn note as he addressed the clan. "We can stay and fight, defending our land with everything we have. Or we can leave, protect the memories and knowledge that we've gathered, and find a new place to call home."

Neytiri stepped forward, her gaze unwavering as she spoke. "Whatever path we choose, we do it together. Our bond is unbreakable, and we will face this challenge as one."

The clan members exchanged glances, the weight of their decision heavy in the air. They had built a life on Pandora, one that was founded on principles of respect and harmony with the land. Leaving was not an easy choice, but the threat of the Sky People loomed large.

As the clan deliberated, Jake's thoughts drifted to the forest that had become his sanctuary, the connection he shared with the creatures that inhabited it, and the love that had blossomed between him and Neytiri. The thought of leaving pained him, but he knew that the survival of his people was paramount.

Eventually, the decision was made. The clan would embark on an exodus, leaving behind their ancestral lands in search of a new haven where they could rebuild their lives. It was a bitter pill to swallow, a heartbreaking farewell to a place that had shaped their identity.

As the clan began their preparations, Jake and Neytiri shared a quiet moment among the trees. His fingers gently brushed against hers, his touch a reassurance of their unwavering commitment to each other.

"We will find a new home," Neytiri's voice held a mixture of determination and sadness. "And we will keep our traditions alive."

Jake nodded, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of conviction and love. "We'll honor what we've learned and carry it with us. No matter where we go, our connection to Pandora will remain."

With those words, Jake and Neytiri set out on a new journey—a journey that would test their strength, resilience, and love. As the Na'vi people faced an uncertain future, they carried with them the hope that their bond with the land and each other would guide them through the challenges that lay ahead.

As Jake Sully, Neytiri, and their family arrived at the Metkayina clan seeking refuge, they were met with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny. The Metkayina clan members regarded them with an air of caution, their expressions wary yet intrigued by the newcomers.

Among the clan, Ronal, a fiercely determined and outspoken woman, approached with a confident stride. She held a prominent position within the clan, and her opinions carried weight. Her eyes narrowed as she looked over the new arrivals, her gaze lingering on their distinctive features.

"You seek sanctuary among us," Ronal's voice was laced with skepticism as she addressed Jake and his family. "But your tails are short, and your arms—too thin. Have you come to prove yourselves?"

Neytiri's posture remained composed, her (e/c) eyes steady as she addressed Ronal. "We seek not only refuge but also unity. Our connection to Pandora runs deep, and we come as kin, seeking a place where we can contribute to the harmony of the land."

Ronal's gaze sharpened, her scrutiny unyielding. Her attention then shifted to Kiri, Neytiri and Jake's child, who had five fingers instead of the usual four.

"And what of the one with five fingers?" Ronal's tone was accusatory. "Is this some Sky People experiment? A mixing of blood?"

Jake's jaw tightened, his resolve unwavering. "Kiri is our daughter, a product of love and the bond between our people."

Ronal's skepticism persisted, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the child. "Five fingers are not Na'vi. They are unnatural—a sign of Sky Demon blood."

Neytiri's voice held a note of authority as she responded. "Our connection to the land, our beliefs, and our love for Pandora are true and unwavering. Our children are a part of this world, just as we are."

As the tension between the two sides hung heavy in the air, Neytiri's words seemed to resonate with some of the clan members, who exchanged glances filled with understanding. The Metkayina clan was known for their connection with the sea and the underwater world, but their appreciation for unity and the sanctity of Pandora ran deep.

Ronal's skepticism remained, but a hint of consideration softened her gaze. "Prove your commitment. If you wish to stay among us, you will need to adapt, to show that your bond with the land is genuine."

Jake met Ronal's gaze with determination. "We will do what it takes to show our commitment and earn our place."

With that, Jake, Neytiri, and their family began their journey of integration within the Metkayina clan. As they faced challenges and sought to prove their connection to Pandora, they discovered that unity could transcend differences, and that the strength of their bond as a family and with the land would guide them through the trials that lay ahead.

Weeks had passed since Jake, Neytiri, and their family had integrated themselves into the Metkayina clan. While Neyetam's siblings seemed to be adjusting and finding their place among the clan members, Neyetam himself continued to feel adrift. The forest had always been his home, his sanctuary, and the vast oceans of the Metkayina clan were a world he struggled to comprehend.

One day, as the weight of his uncertainty weighed heavily on him, Neyetam made his way to the beach. The sound of the crashing waves and the endless expanse of water stretched out before him, leaving him feeling small and out of place. With each passing day, the unfamiliarity of his surroundings seemed to grow, and he longed for the comfort of the forest.

As he walked along the shoreline, the soothing rhythm of the waves washing over the sand, a movement caught his eye. Out in the water, a figure moved with grace and agility. Neyetam's gaze focused on the form of a female Na'vi, her light blue skin glinting in the sunlight as she swam effortlessly.

He watched her, a mixture of curiosity and admiration filling his thoughts. The way she moved through the water was a testament to her connection with the ocean—a connection he had yet to fully understand. As he observed her, a feeling of longing and isolation settled over him.

In a moment of boldness, Neyetam found himself walking toward the water's edge, his gaze never leaving the female Na'vi's form. Her movements were entrancing, a dance with the waves that seemed to convey a profound sense of harmony.

As he reached the water's edge, he hesitated, unsure of how to approach her. Just as he was about to turn away, the female Na'vi's gaze met his, her (e/c) eyes locking onto his own. There was a brief pause, as if time itself stood still, before she gracefully swam back to the shore.

Her approach left Neyetam feeling both intrigued and uncertain. When she finally emerged from the water, her hair glistening with droplets, her eyes held a mixture of curiosity and warmth. "You're Neyetam, correct?"

Neyetam nodded, taken aback by her directness. "Yes, that's me."

Her lips curved into a friendly smile. "I'm (Y/N), from the Metkayina clan. I noticed you watching me. Enjoying the view?"

Neyetam felt a flush of embarrassment but managed a shy smile in return. "I didn't mean to intrude. I was just... seeking some clarity."

(Y/N)'s gaze held understanding. "The ocean has a way of offering solace and clarity. It's where we find our balance, our connection to the land and the sea."

Neyetam's gaze shifted to the water, his thoughts reflecting on her words. "I've always been more comfortable in the forest. This change has been... challenging for me."

(Y/N)'s eyes held empathy. "Change can be difficult, especially when it challenges what we've known. But just as you find your place among the trees, you can find your place here by the sea."

He met her gaze, her sincerity resonating with him. As the waves continued to lap against the shore, Neyetam felt a sense of reassurance—a reminder that adaptability was a part of life, and that growth came from embracing new experiences.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," he said sincerely. "Your words mean a lot."

She offered him a reassuring smile, her eyes filled with camaraderie. "Remember, we are all connected to Pandora in our own way. And the journey is about finding where we belong."

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the beach, Neyetam and (Y/N) continued to talk. The encounter served as a reminder that challenges could be overcome, and that unity could be found even in the most unexpected of places. As Neyetam walked away from the shore that day, he felt a glimmer of hope—a hope that he could find his own sense of belonging and balance, just as the waves found their rhythm against the sand.

Despite his best efforts, Neyetam continued to struggle with the transition to life among the Metkayina clan. The vast expanse of the ocean and the unfamiliar customs left him feeling out of place, and his longing for the forest only grew stronger. However, there was a constant presence that provided him with solace—(Y/N).

With her kind words and understanding, (Y/N) became a beacon of support for Neyetam. She seemed to intuitively sense when he was feeling overwhelmed, and her encouragement served as a guiding light during his moments of doubt.

One day, as Neyetam stood by the shore, (Y/N) approached him, her footsteps leaving faint imprints in the sand. Her (e/c) eyes held a warmth that instantly put him at ease.

"You're not alone in this, Neyetam," she said softly, her voice carrying a note of reassurance. "Change takes time, and adjusting to new surroundings can be challenging."

Neyetam's gaze met hers, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for her presence. "I appreciate your understanding, (Y/N). It's just... everything feels so different."

(Y/N) nodded, her gaze turning to the waves. "Different doesn't mean impossible. Remember, we all have our strengths and weaknesses. It's what makes us unique."

Her words struck a chord within Neyetam. He watched as the waves ebbed and flowed, their rhythm a testament to the balance that could be achieved even in the face of change.

"I've always felt a connection to the forest," Neyetam admitted, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "The trees, the creatures—it's where I felt most at home."

(Y/N) smiled, a reassuring glint in her eyes. "And that connection is a part of you. Just as the ocean is a part of us. You're not losing your connection to the forest; you're expanding your connection to Pandora."

Neyetam's gaze shifted to (Y/N), her words resonating deeply. He had always known that the Na'vi's bond with Pandora extended beyond individual territories, but her perspective offered him a new way of looking at things.

"I see what you mean," he admitted, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

(Y/N) reached out, her fingers gently brushing against his forearm. "You're stronger than you think, Neyetam. And you have the support of the clan behind you. We're here to help you find your place."

Her touch, filled with genuine kindness, ignited a spark of determination within Neyetam. He realized that while the path ahead might be challenging, he wasn't alone in his journey. (Y/N)'s unwavering encouragement and understanding were like an anchor, grounding him as he navigated this new chapter of his life.

As they stood by the shoreline, the waves whispered their secrets to the sand, and Neyetam felt a renewed sense of hope. With (Y/N) by his side, he was ready to face the challenges, embrace the change, and discover the beauty of unity among the Metkayina clan—a unity that extended beyond their differences and celebrated the strength that could be found in coming together as one.

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doing this tiktok trend with lookism boys

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you are the one who hold chopsticks ;

RYUHEI KURODA, KIM JOON GOO, kim gimyung, kwak jibeom, han sinu, baek hangyul, NA CHAEGYEON, little daniel

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they are the one who hold chopsticks ;

PARK JUNG GUN, DG, seo seongeun, vin jin, KIM GITAE (bro is criminal he’s not allowed in tiktok) (BRUH LIKE BIGGEST PART OF MENTIONED CHARACTERS) , cho yisu, kwak jichang, yoojin, MIRU, park bumjae, MA TAESOO, kwak jihan

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kinktober - day 11: shower sex// j.s

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, shower sex, penetrative sex, fingering, little bit of teasing, oral (m!receiving)

Word Count: 1,200

Author’s Note: sorry for the last minute change! I couldn't come up with anything for the original prompt :) 

kinktober 2022 masterlist 

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Jake had a long day, he wanted nothing more than a hot shower. Maybe his want for you is a little more than that.

The practice was completely fucked. Maverick kept getting on his ass and now that Rooster was back in his good graces as the golden boy, Jake was on an out. 

Today was just an off day for him and he wanted nothing more than to see you. He skipped the after training hangout at Penny’s bar and drove straight to your place. He called you on the way over. 

“Hello?” You picked up, he could hear how noisy it was on your side. “Hi honey, I'm on my way home.” 

“Okay, I'll be a little longer. Just have to finish up with a few patients and check these labs and I should be good. I’ll call if anything comes up.” 

“Sounds good.” He tells you, and you end the call. 

You and Jake had been seeing each other on and off since he first got there. You never put a label on it either, just friends that helped each other out. 

When he wasn't on base, he was at your place. To be completely honest, Jake was basically living there. He referred to your house as home and whenever you're on your way home, you would call to see if he was there. 

All his clothes hung in your closet, aside from the couple pieces he kept on base with him but other than that, you kept all of his stuff. You had the spare key to his truck, you were listed as his emergency contact and his next of kin, you were the one by his side when he had his crash during his first year. 

When you think about it, it was like you two were married. 

Except the team didn’t know about you and no one in your life knew about him.

His fellow pilots knew he disappeared from time to time and as much as Jake loved to blab, he never did about you. 

You were his secret and his good girl. 

Jake used his key to go in, kicking off his boots by the door before walking to the kitchen to get a beer. The fridge was empty, which meant you had been working late nights again but that was fine, he’d order something for you two when you got home. 

Right now he needed a shower, so he walked down the hallway to the bathroom. The beer was sitting on the counter and he left the door wide open as he got into the shower, the warm water relaxing his stiff muscles, but not better than your massages could. 

Jake pulled his truck into the garage which meant you had to park on the driveway. His boots tossed carelessly by the door and you could hear the shower running when you shut the door. 

“Jake!” You shout, walking down towards the bathroom. The bathroom was steamy from how hot he had the water running. 

He couldn’t hear you or he did and chose to ignore you. You hopped up into the counter and took a swing of the beer before reaching over to turn on the bathroom fan. 

Jake sticks his head out from behind the curtain, “oh hi sweetheart.” 

“Why is your truck in my garage?” You ask, spinning the beer bottle on the counter. 

Jake’s brows furrow, “it’s going to rain.” 

“Exactly. I drive a convertible.” You remind him, waiting for him to connect the dots. “Oh shit! Right, sorry. I’ll move it when I get out.” He tells you, flashing you a smile before going back to his shower. 

Might as well join him, save water or whatever it is they say. 

You strip off and get in behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Jake turns around to look down at you, “I won’t get out of here to move your car in time.” He tells you, leaning down to kiss you. 

“Oh well, you can clean it after then.” You smile, now on your tiptoes to kiss him. Jake’s hands rest on your ass, pulling you flat against his chest when he kisses you. 

The warm water runs over his shoulders, spilling down onto you before Jake turns you, the two of you standing directly under the water. He takes another step, leading you to rest your back on the cold tile wall. 

Jake’s hand shifts to rest on your hip, giving it a squeeze before moving down to pull your leg up a bit to rest on the edge of the tub. Your head rests on the wall when Jake slips two fingers into you. 

Your hand gripping on his shoulder, “Jake fuck- oh, that, do that again.” You ramble out in one breath, chest heaving, Jake’s fingers curling upwards. 

He loved when you praised him, telling home. how good he makes you feel. Jake brings you just to the edge of your orgasm before he stops, moving his fingers to your mouth. 

Before you could complain, Jake had pushed his lips past your lips. “Suck,” He tells you, feeling your tongue lap his fingers. Meanwhile, Jake’s other hand is wrapped around his cock, rubbing it along your slit, slapping on your clit a few times. 

“Jake,” you whimper, eyes pleading with him, “god just fuck me.” You beg, your hand wrapped around his wrist. 

“Hold on baby, patience.” Jake tells you, hooking your leg on his hip instead of resting it on the ledge. 

Jake pushes into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. His lips met yours, a hand resting on your hip to keep you up as he fucked you, your body welcoming him like he belonged there. 

There was something about coming home to you, being in the shower together, homely and sweet and domestic. 

Jake’s other hand rests on your cheek, pulling your focus to him. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips. 

“Hm I love you,” you say back, your hand resting on his jaw. 

He can feel you squeezing his cock, your eyes fluttering closed. Jake smacks your jaw lightly, “look at me,” he tells you. “If you want to cum, open your eyes.”

You give in, your eyes opening a little and Jake’s thrusts are sloppy, you know he’s just as close as you are. A few more thrusts and you’re over the edge, calling his name as you do. 

“Where?” He asks, his head on your shoulder and you know it’s not gonna last. You push him off of you, sinking onto your knees. Jake gets what you were doing, putting his cock in your mouth when you open it. 

He pulls your hair up and away from your face, “you’re so perfect, god I love you.” He mumbles, another string of praise falling from his lips as he cums. 

Jake helps you up, giving you a kiss before wrapping his arms around you. “You know I do love you, right? I’m not just saying that because I was fuck-” “I know,” you cut him off, “I love you too, Jake.” 

“Good,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

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Puzzle Pieces //

Chapter One: “All My Friends” (Hawkeye)

Summary: Jake can’t handle the guilt of sending the love of his life up into a fighter jet. Struggling to coup—he ends up finding himself admitted to Miramar Base Hospital after suffering signs and symptoms of shock.

Warnings: Jake Seresin x Hawkeye!reader. Mentions of fighter jet accident. Severe injuries. Mentions of death. Hospitalisation.

Word Count: 3.1k

Season One of Chaos | Season One of To Have & To Hold | Season Two Puzzle Pieces

“What do you mean the helicopter can't land?” There was an urgency in the way Racheal responded to one of her co-workers as they worked to stabilise Coyote long enough to get him back to base. Jake hadnt left you side, despite you incessant pleading for him to go, for him to leave you alone–he never faltered in his promise to be by your side in sickness and in health. “Alright, well we don’t have minutes to sit around and argue, let’s load em onto the medivac and get the fuck back to meet the ambulance.” 

“Is he even gonna make it take far?” Jake asked as Racheal came back to tighten the bands across your chest and waist, you were gonna have to be kept still in case the partial paralyzation wasn't partial at all and was in fact real. The inevitable off roading both you and Coyote were about to embark on wasn't going to help the situation you were in at all, but it was the only way out. 

“I don't know, but it's the best chance he's got.” Racheal sighed as she helped Jake lift your stretcher into the back of the medivac. “If you’re going to be travelling to the hospital in the ambulance with your wife Jake I suggest you–” Before Racheal could explain that there would be no time to think the moment they got back, he’d have to be quick on his feet and stay out of the way and jump in after you were loaded and ready to go–you were interrupting as Racheal kept her hands on either side of your neck, holding you and the brace that surrounded your neck still as the medivac raced back the way they came. 

“He's not–” You mumbled as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “He’s not coming–” The pain was almost too much to handle as you groaned out in agony, Jake went to reach for your hand but all you did was pull away, breaking his heart just a little bit more. “You’re not coming in the ambulance.” Racheal just looked at Jake as she tried to access the situation in more depth, something was seriously wrong here despite all the obvious signs of trauma. 

“Lietantnet Seresin are you Y/n’s emergency contact by any chance?” Jake couldn't remember, he didn't know if he was still yours but he knew for a fact you were his. He’d busted a couple of ribs a few months into your separation and remembers the nurse trying her best to explain that fact you had essentially asked if he’d died or not. Jake never bothered to change you from his emergency contact, he could have made it his mother or his father, one of his sisters even, but he didn't want anyone but you to be by his side if something had seriously gone wrong. 

Shaking his head in defeat because he couldn't answer the question, Jake just shrugged shoulders before he ran his hands through his hair. The dirty blonde strains catching some of your blood that stained his hands red. “Okay well, I can't have you ride in the ambulance if you can't prove your her emergency contact, but if you meet us there, have a friend take you–they can search her records and see who's on file.” Racheal explained. “If it's you then at least you’ll be privy to her goings on and can be classified as her next of kin.” 

“Jake I swear to go I don't want you anywhere near me.” It felt like you had ripped through his chest, grabbed his heart in your hand and ripped it right out of his body. Squeezing until all the life had been drained from his dying self. “I don't want you, I don't love you.” There wasn't much Jake could do now but to appease your request, after all if you couldn't remember the last six weeks what was even the point in trying to prove he still wasn't the asshole you left in the first place. 

“Don't you worry about that–'' Jake clenched his jaw so tight he was actually quite impressed he didn't shatter at least a few teeth. Pretending to be the version of the man you remembered. Jake had to really dig deep to chanel his former self for a moment, chanel every part of him he wished he could go back and slap in the fucking face for ever treating you the way he had. “I wouldn't wanna come in the ambulance anyway, I'm here for Javy–not you.” 

It stung to say, to fake a lie that felt like poison to say. Jake swore a thief in the night came

and took everything he gave for you. But for a moment in the silence of the medivac, Jake thought of the things that this taught him. He learned that there's beauty he can't keep, learned that there's demons in stories. He learned that the moon didn't chase him any more, before it was childlike–lost in the soft light, and so on. But everything was dark without you. 

“I lost his pulse!” One of the medics shouted, sending Racheal into a frenzy as she hopped on top of the coding man beside her. Leaving you in Jake's care. Jake was quiet to do exactly what Racheal had been doing before him, holding your neck seedy from the rock and the role of the medivac driving on rough and rugged terrain that clearly wasn't ideal for anyone. 

“If you’re here for Javy, why are you hovering over me like a goddamn march fly?” Jake noticed the little bit of blood that lapped at your lips when you coughed. It made him sick to think about the pain you were in, that if it weren't for him you wouldn't be in this mess to begin with. He knew just how afraid you were of flying and yet he pushed you. How could you ever forgive him? Maybe it was a good thing after all you couldn't remember the last six weeks, maybe it would hurt less signing those divorce papers knowing you couldn't remember that Jake was the very reason you were on the fighter jet to begin with.  

“We’rre still legally married, I have an obligation to you know, try to keep you alive if I can help it.” 

“You don't owe me shit.” Again you coughed up blood, and before you could say something else snarky, your eyes were rolling into the back of your head just as the medivac was speeding down the tarmac. Out cold, your body had begun to shut down unnecessary systems in order to conserve energy. 

“Alright, let's load em off and straight onto the ambulance, no time to waste! Move people move!” Racheal shouted as she gave Coyote compression to kickstart his heart. “Jake, move your ass off this medivac!” He did what he was told, leaving you behind knowing it would only be a few seconds before you would be offloaded and loaded into the ambulance. 

Jake wondered who would take him to the hospital if he asked, he hadnt necessarily been the best to any of them throughout this detachment. Jake stumbled out harphazarly, trusting his feet to take him wherever he needed to go because his mind had wandered somewhere else—to the thought of you. 

Had he really lost you for good this time? 

“Hangman—?” There was a hand on Jake's shoulder that coaxed him from the darkest corner of his mind. It scared the shit out of Jake, causing him to jump near seven feet in the air before realising it was Rooster. He didn’t know how much time had passed as he stood there watching as the medics took you and Javy away. He hadn’t even noticed how long you’d all been out along the ridge for. All Jake knew was that he already missed you—missed the love of his life that he had a chance to love all over again. He just didn't know if he could convince you to stay this time, not again. 

“She’s gonna be okay, they both will.” 

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There wasn’t an awful lot said between Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw on the way over to the hospital, if anything the silence only exacerbated all the little sounds and problems Rooster knew he had to get on top of before they began full blown issues. 

“Jake man—“ Bradley sighed as he looked over at Hangman at just one of the three red lights they had to stop at. “I know this is hard but—“

“You don’t know anything Bradshaw, your girl remembers you, your best friend isn’t fighting for his life.” Jake spat, his cheeks were tinted a soft peach from the heat that resonated under his skin, his core temperature running slightly hotter under the stress. “I don’t need you pretending to sympathise—“ He didn’t mean to lash out, Jake knew that Bradley was only trying to be a supportive system the same way Jake had been for him. Despite their differences they were bonded in their respective trauma. 

“Hangman, you gotta watch your thoughts because they’ll become your actions.” Bradley paid no mind to the brooding man sitting in his passenger seat, going on to explain to him what one of the nurses had said to him late one night while they were changing Chaos’s dressings. “Your actions will become your words and your words will become your future—“ 

“Oh what the fuck is that even supposed to mean?” Jake scoffed as he held the bridge of his nose in frustration, Rooster just kept his eyes on the road, rounding the corner into the hospital car park, starting the ever losing battle of finding a car spot. “You sound like Gandhi—“

“It means that even if you’re falling apart at the seams? You don’t get to throw in the towel and give up because your wife needs you.” Bradley hissed back as he flicked his indicator on—pulling into a park before shutting off the engine. “She’ll remember—“

“Like Chaos will eventually remember you proposed to her dumbass?” Jake chuckled softly as he shook his head. Rooster just sat there speechless, he had done that, and she’d said yes, she just couldn’t remember ever doing so or ever being asked. “Yeah, think before you talk shit asshat.” 

“You get mean when you’re stressed.” Bradley deadpanned Jake as they sat in the silence of the Bronco. 

“You get stupid under pressure.” Jake narrowed his gaze at Bradley as the u intentional stare off began. Both men not wanting to crack before the other. 

“You should probably go see if they’re here.” Rooster knew there was something holding Jake back from getting out of the Bronco. “Should be since they left before us—“ Jake didn’t answer though, he simply nodded and pressed his lips together. 

“What if she never walks again and it’s because of me?” The tone had instantly changed in Jake's voice, again he was back to needing a shoulder to lean on. “What if she never remembers fixing what I broke?” 

“I can’t answer those questions bro—“ Rooster sighed out as he let his head rest against the seat. “Hell I can’t even find it in me to tell Chaos I asked her to marry me let alone fill in the gaps she can’t remember.” 

“I don’t think you should tell her until she remembers for herself.” Jake replied, he’d honestly thought about it a lot since Rooster the cat out of the bag that he’d proposed. “You wanna give her a chance to get herself back on her feet before she starts worrying about taking your stupid last name.”

“Sounds like you just answered your own questions to me.” Rooster smirked softly as he turned to face Jake. “Let Hawk remember, give her time to find her way back to you before you go signing shit you’ll regret for the rest of your life.” 

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Time seemed to move a little slower in hospitals, and by a little slower Jake meant that it stopped altogether. He couldn't tell how long he’d been sitting in the goddamn waiting room of the emergency department or how long he’d been waiting for someone to update him on how you were, or if Javy was even alive still. All he knew was that his back stuck to the back of the waiting room chair with the amount he’d been sweating. 

Jake lost all sense of time the longer he just sat there waiting with his elbows resting on his thighs and his chin in his hands as he chewed on the skin of his cuticles. He knew if you were sitting next to him right now you'd tell him to stop. But he couldn't, he was all but consumed with anxiety and dread and all kinds of stress hormones Jake had never really felt before. 

He’d faced death before, stared right at it in fact. But never had he ever felt a loss like he was feeling right now. If there was any type of God looking down on him right now he prayed that he’d take pity on the broken soul he was and switch your places. Take him instead of his best friend, instead of you.

“Here.” Bob sat with a sigh beside Jake, handing him a coffee he’d brought from the cafeteria. “Drink.” He insisted as Jake hesitated to take the coffee for a moment, having to remind himself he wasn't in some distant realm between this life and the next, that he was in fact still living and breathing and stuck in the waiting room of the Mirima Base Hospital. “You look like shit–drink.” 

“Thanks Floyd, I'll log that one away shall I?” Jake appreciated that his friends were all here, all just as concerned as him. But something he also appreciated was that they weren't all walking around egg shells. Jake was still Jake, regardless of the circumstances. He didn't know how to be anyone else. “Still nothing if you were gonna ask, I keep thinking every time that door opens it's gonna be someone for us.” Bob looked in the general direction of the double doors that led further into the hospital. Every person that had come through so far was either a discharge or a doctor updating another family on their loved ones condition. “It's killing me.” 

“It’ll probably be a while.” Bob sighed as he leaned back in the chair, letting his legs stretch out as he sunk a little lower. “Where's Rooster?” 

“Bathroom.” Jake mumbled as he sat back and took a sip of the coffee Bob had brought him. “Why?” Jake had already called your mum, she was on route as he sat waiting impatiently, he’d called Javys family too. It was the hardest two phone calls he’d ever had to make. 

“Well I went up to see Chaos but her room was empty, though he might know what that's about.” 

“You didn't ask someone? A nurse or?” Jake frowned as he looked at the backseater, knowing what the answer probably was. Sometimes Jake really did forget how introverted Bob was. 

“Got too nervous, the nurse at the nurses station in the intensive care unit is real pretty.” The blush that crept across Bob's face was unmissable as he took a sip of his own coffee. Jake couldn't help but to chuckle. “Though i'd fill in the time sitting with Chaos but i'll just sit here with you instead.” 

Before Jake could make a smart ass remark about how Bob should go back and ask the Intensive Care nurse for her number, His last name was being called out by a doctor who’d made himself known at the double doors. 

“Seresin? Y/n Seresin?” 

“Here!” Jake shot up like a rocket. “Here, hi–I'm her husband, how is she?” By the time Jake had made his way over to meet the doctor, Bradley had come back from the bathroom, Fanboy and Phoenix who had been giving Jake some much needed space had filed back around and Bob stood off to the side, not sure if he could handle any bad news. 

“She’s stable, in surgery as we speak.” Doctor Beck explained with a solemn look of concern. “You’re her power of attorney correct?” Jake nodded, frowning slightly as he’d just only looked into it. You hadnt bothered to change your emergency contact or change Jake from your power of attorney. But with what he was about to hear he kind of wished you had. “I'll need you to sign this form.” 

“What is it?” 

“Sir your wife sustained extensive injuries to her right leg, far greater than we first expected–” It was Rooster who knew what was coming before anyone else put two and two together, moving to stand beside Jake because he knew this wasn't gonna be good. “There's a real possibility she could lose it if autho deems her quality of life as lesser than if she were to keep it.” Jake held the forms that doctor Beck had handed him in his shaking hands. He couldn't remember how to breath, how to speak. Jake stumbled on his feet for a moment as his vision blurbed. 

“Shit—“ Phoenix tried to break Jake's fall as he lost all control of his body, falling to the ground as he lost consciousness without so much as a word in response to Doctor Beck. “Hangman!” His trajectory couldn’t be changed as Jake fell to the ground, smacking his head on the corner of the small table, holding a stack of magazines. 

“Someone admit this man—“ Doctor Beck rubbed the bridge of his nose as nurses swarmed like flies. Admitting Jake Seresin for the one thing everyone knew he was suffering from. 

Heartbreak—but you can’t write that on a hospital chart, so shock it was. 

“Rooster, do you know they moved Chaos?” Bob asked amongst the chaos unfolding around him, turning to Bradley who tried to hide the smile that crept across his face at the way Jake had fallen. It wasn’t funny, but it kinda was. 

“What do you mean?” Bradley asked as he turned to Bob with a questioning tone. 

“Well she’s not in the room she’s been in this whole time, I thought you might have known if they were moving her?” 

“Wait—hold up.” Bradley could feel his own heart beginning to race, he should probably tell Chaos what had happened before she finds out from someone else. “They moved Chaos?” 

“I don’t know! That’s what I’m asking you?” 

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[hangmanapologist]

Love Thy Neighbour (6.1) | Bob Floyd

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Bob Floyd x Reader (no mention of y/n)

Warnings: major character death, angst

A/N: I’m sorry and I love you all very much, I’m working on an alternate ending for you if people are interested???? but you’re stuck with my pain for now

Adjusting while Bob was deployed was far from easy but you knew what you were getting into months ago when you first started dating, you sure as hell weren’t leaving now.

That first week there was the occasional phone call he was allowed make, they could be 6 hours long and it still wouldn’t be enough for you, but life had to go on and Bob told you that, so that’s what you did.

You watered his plants and kept his side of the bed warm. Some nights were colder than others, those nights were the ones where Salem, your cat would curl up at your feet, the only reminder you weren’t alone.

You wished you were able to count the days until he came back but he didn’t know when that would be. He just told you you’ll see a handsome man in uniform to show up when you least expect it, so that’s what you did.

You sat at your desk willing the hours to go faster, you hadn’t quite made it to 5 yet but you were getting restless, the days felt longer waiting for him, the office seemed quieter too. You were pulled out of your thoughts by a soft knock on the door.

“There’s someone down in the lobby asking for you.”

That’s weird. You had finished all your meetings for the day and it was much too late in the afternoon for a spontaneous drop in from a client either.

Your heart quickened. Was Bob finally home?

The short walk down to the lobby felt like a never ending maze as you tried to push the butterflies in your stomach down, it could be nothing. Someone probably left something in your office and needed it back.

People were clearing out for the day as you made your way down. You felt all the air leave your body as soon as you saw Jake and Bradley there.

They both looked worse for wear, Bradley has a few bruises and cuts on his face and Jake look like he hadn’t slept in the past week, he probably didn’t.

“What are you doing here?” your throat went dry as you finished the question.

You knew, the sick nauseous feeling washing over your entire body knew. You just didn’t want to hear it.

“I’m sorry… they had to eject and Bob- he didn’t make it-“ was the only part you heard from Jake before your world went quiet.

If you listened hard enough you could hear your stomach drop.

You tried to scream but you weren’t sure if any sound had come out. Bradley had caught you before your knees hit the floor as Jake reached for your elbow.

You didn’t care that people were watching you being carried out of the lobby, you didn’t care that you were wetting Bradley’s t-shirt, you didn’t care that Jake kept trying to comfort you by telling you that Bob wasn’t in pain when it happened.

You sat in the car with Bradley’s jacket around your shoulders as you tried to catch your breath, there wasn’t enough air in the world that could soothe the burn in your lungs. You could feel him looking at you in the passenger seat as Jake followed you home in your car.

This wasn’t real. You’d get home and Bob would be in the kitchen singing The Beach Boys like he always was.

“Is Nat… did she…” “She made it out. Shaken up, but she’s okay.” “Oh, that’s good.”

You turned your head out the window as the tears started to fall again. You wanted to tell Bradley to just drive and never let you go back. Once you got the apartment it would all be real.

“You need to eat. Some of the guys brought over some food and Jake has the things from Bob’s locker. Technically we shouldn’t be giving them to you but he’d want you to have them.”

“What about the funeral? I don’t know where to start I haven’t even met his family.”

“They called his family when it happened. His sister is his next of kin so she’s organising everything.”

Bradley gripped the steering wheel as his voice caught in his throat. It wasn’t easy news to deliver that you didn’t have any say in how everything would play out in the next week but he had to do it.

“I don’t get anything Brad do I? I know how these things go.”

“Not legally but we’ll take care of you. We promised him.”

“Say his name”

“Bob, we promised Bob.”

The next few days passed in a blur. Morning, noon and night blended into one constant blur of nausea and just trying to pull yourself from the bed to the shower everyday.

You stood facing your reflection before you left for the funeral. Alone.

The first time you were going to meet the person who you loves, family was going to be at his funeral.

You sat second row. Jake made sure that was saved for you. You looked as the seats around you filled with people who knew and loved Bob, people who you could’ve grown to love too.

None of the squad could sit with you but they made sure you knew they were there. You could see their shoulders had a chance to relax as people began to leave the cemetery. You didn’t move. More so, you couldn’t.

You watched as the fresh dirt was piling on top of everything you loved.

“How did you know Robert?” you were brought out of your daze by a lady who stood a row in front of you. You knew a Floyd’s eyes the second you saw them. A glance at the flag folded in her hands confirmed it.

It was selfish but you wished it was yours. Something for you to cling to.

“I was his neighbour”

“Well thank you for coming to the service. I know he would’ve appreciated it.”

She bid you a sad smile and walked away, but turned on her heel, “His girlfriend, did you know her? Have you seen her today?”

“No, I’m sorry about that.”

“That’s okay sweetheart, get home safe.”

You made sure everyone was gone before you went over to the grave. It was early November and the grass was wet. You didn’t care as you sat down on your coat. Running your fingers across the smooth white marble of the headstone, tracing every letter.

“Hi Robby…” for the first time in the last week and a half you felt somewhat calm.

“This is so stupid I don’t even know if you can hear me. I hope you can hear me. I hate you. I hate you so much for leaving me here by myself. I hate the way the bed still smells like you but it’s already fading.”

The tears were flowing freely for the first time all day. They were soaking your neck and collar and you couldn’t breathe the air in fast enough.

“You know Salem still sleeps on your side of the bed? I don’t think I’ve been in my own apartment once the last week.” You pulled your sleeves down as the sun started to set, ignoring the goosebumps making an appearance all over your body.

“I’m so proud of you. I wish I got to tell you. I wish I got to tell you a lot of things. I wish I got to tell you ‘I do.’ I wish I got to actually meet your family… I lied to your sister today and I know you’d hate me for it. You look just like each other.” you let your shoulders sag as the weight of the words left your body.

“Would you be proud of me if I told you I only cried once today? I put on your Beach Boys records while I got ready, I swore I could hear you screaming the words in the kitchen.”

Jake watched you sit and talk to the headstone for what felt like hours, it was the most anyone had gotten out of you all week.

The squad had filtered off as it got darker, Bradley and Natasha were the last to leave, it was just Jake on a bench under an oak tree and you, talking to a piece of marble.

“I love you Bob Floyd. I’ll scream it to the sky every night in hopes that you’ll hear it.”

“Need some company?” you heard the Texan drawl as Jake draped his jacket over your shoulders. You didn’t think anyone else was still here.

He didn’t care that he was sitting on the damp grass in his uniform. That shocked you.

“I miss him Jake” “He was crazy about you. Never shut up about you from the night he met you.” He nudged your shoulder and you smiled, eyes still on the picture of Bob, resting on the soft, fresh dirt.

He looked so young, he was in his dress whites. He would always be the most handsome man you laid your eyes on. No one held a candle to him.

“Hopefully he can’t hear but he was one of the smartest guys I knew.” Jake heard you chuckle softly.

He felt his lip quiver, him and Bob had their differences but he wished he had of told him that he was one hell of a WSO.

“I can’t promise I won’t tell him.” “Ah that’s okay, let him hear.”

The silence between you was comfortable.

“He never hated you, I know you think he might have, but he admired you Jake. Said you were the second best pilot after Phoenix”

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his through as he swallowed down his tears. You rested your head on his shoulders.

“Before we went, he made us promise that if anything happened to him we’d take care of you. We mean it. We look after our own. And he was the best of us.”

It was dark now and he couldn’t feel his fingers, the breeze had cooled down considerably.

“Let’s get you home.”

“I think I’ll stay awhile longer. Just want to take one more look at him.”

You felt him squeeze your shoulder before you heard his dress shoes on the gravel on the way to the car.

You pressed a kiss to your fingertips before you touched the cool glass of the picture frame.

“Goodnight Bob Floyd.”

[c0smic-coral]

About Me! (Updated 8-30-24)

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My name is Coral/🪸 (not real name). Welcome to my galactic reef.

Age: 20 (will be 21 on 5-15-25)

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bisexual with maybe a little bit of a preference for guys

Disorders: ADHD, autism (at the level that was formerly known as Asperger’s), anxiety, depression and adjustment disorder

Location: Based in the East Coast of the USA. I’m not comfortable with specifying further

Fandoms: I’m in several, but my biggest ones are Star Trek: The Next Generation, Marvel Cinematic Universe/X-Men films, BBC Sherlock, Star Wars and Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Music I’m into: Taylor Swift, Green Day, Melanie Martinez, Olivia Rodrigo, Sabrina Carpenter, various musicals

Main ships: Qcard, Spirk, Stucky, Benthan, Lokius, Johnlock

Blorbos: Bucky Barnes, Q, Sherlock Holmes, Billie Joe Armstrong (kin) Jim Moriarty, Alastor, Logan Howlett, Poe Dameron, Steven Grant/Marc Spector (crush)

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~COMPLETED~ Living in the Night (The Band Ghost, Terzo x Sister of Sin!Reader, Explicit, 4.6k, 2/2)

he looked right at me (like he didn’t even know me) (Marvel What If…?, Stucky, Mature, 5.6k, 1/1)

~WIPS~ Unraveled (Star Trek TNG, Qcard, Mature, 26.5k, 9/11)

in my heart and in my head (BBC Sherlock, Johnlock, Teen and Up, 12.2k, 3/6)

~UNRELEASED SONG LYRICS~ grab your pencil, we’re writing a tragedy (BBC Sherlock, Johnlock, Mature, 711)

OCs: Qira “Quiggs” Quiggles, Malorie Mission, “Frank” Tarrank, Qevin, Qai, Ginnithan Q (Star Trek), Anneliese “Clover” Holmes (BBC Sherlock), Candace Kayne (Hazbin Hotel), Nora Everly/Echofox, Lavender James (Marvel), Amilia Syko (Star Wars), Carmila Cardenas (no fandom), Jade Armstrong (Green Day), Emily Jaxon (no fandom), Lydia Belle Annis (The Greatest Showman)

OC x Canon ships: Malverly (Mal x Beverly), Cloviarty (Clover x Moriarty), Candastor (Candace x Alastor), Norgan/Wolverfox (Nora x Logan), Poemilia (Amilia x Poe), Stevender/Lavenmarc/Lavenmoon (Lavender x Steven/Lavender x Marc, Jake scares the shit out of her)

DNI: Homophobes, transphobes/TERFs/truscum, racists, anti-Semitics, Islamophobes, atheistophobes, if you discriminate against any religion or lack thereof, ableists, pedos/MAPs, zoophiles/anyone who does bestiality, anti-otherkin/therians, people who think incest is ok, MINORS UNDER 13, proanas, proshippers, cyberbullies, people who post pornographic photos, people who romanticize problematic stuff like trauma, people who assume all Potterheads are transphobes, people who support problematic people (ie Trump, JKR, Kanye), people who support cringe culture

You can also ask me anything, but nothing too personal. I have the right to not answer an ask for any reason, so if I do not answer your ask within 24 hours of you sending it, do not pressure me to answer!! If you do, you will be blocked!! If you spam my ask box, you will also be blocked. If you ask blatantly sexual questions, you will also be blocked.

IF YOU MAKE ME UNCOMFORTABLE IN ANY WAY, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!

[eyzoa]

Yandere Jake || Dangerous Games || Listen Here

What's A Devil To Do? - Harley Poe

Run Boy Run - Woodkid

Spring And The Storm - Tally Hall

Killer - The Hoosiers

Lights Out - Mindless Self Indulgence

Terrible Things - Brick + Mortar

Welcome To The Jungle - Fluerie

Tag, You're It - Melanie Martinez

[dirt-str1der]

I finished the matrix yesterday with some pals and the whole time i could not get the oestrogen pills out of my head like hell yeah neo trans that gender