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etfrin · 5 months

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⤷❝ The Quiet Gift | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | squirting, Snow is his own warning, mentions of killing, possessiveness, fingering (f. receiving), bathroom sex, mirror sex, semi-public sex (there was a gala), pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), dumbfication if you squint, dom sub undertones, degradation, ownership kink, breath play with a twist | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young president Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: continuation of the arranged marriage au, this is your one year anniversary with him with a gala held in place to celebrate, you get insecure because of some bitches and Coryo fucks you in the bathroom with sprinkles of your daily life with him.

⇢☾Request: this is a request (idk if i’m writing it in the write place im new to tumblr i usually use wattpad) young coriolanus snow bathroom mirror sex like him making u watch ur self come undone in the mirror

⇢☾A/N: enjoy everyone! And to one who requested, hope you like this! :) this might be my last post of this theme btw, i am getting sick of the blue :/

arranged marriage au: the study, mine to love

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A year had passed of your marriage, a bond between two souls which wasn't much of a lie as before. Things with Coryo were better than you could ever expect. You thought he would isolate himself from you after your confession but so much had changed. He had gotten softer but more possessive. His edges are sharp yet he makes sure it's a shield for you, not something that would make you bleed.

Among his actions include changing your entire wardrobe (not without your opinion first), a library that connects to his office (his office is something you have access to at all times now), his room was now yours both (your favorite change), and last but not least a poison taster was included so that no attempts of assassination at the First Lady could be taken.

At first, you thought it to be extra, but knowing that it would put his paranoid mind at peace you allow it without much to say. He picked out your outfit every day, and sometimes you did the same for Coriolanus. He would frown as you decide what to wear or not for him for the day, knowing that some of the pieces don't match his style but when he sees your smile as you pick out the clothes. He smooths his frown and takes whatever horrible fashion statement you created for him and wears it with pride.

If anyone dared to speak up about it, he proudly said that his wife picked it out and everyone knew better than to speak a single ill word of the unspoken Queen of Panem.

Today was one of those days when you decided to pick his outfit. Today was something special after all. One year had passed since you had become Mrs. Snow, and a gala was to be held tonight to celebrate the union.

So yes, you were going to pick his outfit. You had even woken up early because of it. You giggled as you opened your eyes, your arm around Coryo whose hair looked impossibly messy, sticking out everywhere. It made him look years younger than he was. You chuckled at the sight, your heart clenching with the love you have for this man. You lean forward to press a kiss to his forehead and then his cheek. You whispered, not expecting him to wake up until his alarm rang, “Good morning, Coryo”

You quietly slipped away from the bed and tiptoeed to the closet. The closet you both shared now. One side carrying every single piece of your clothing and the other side his. You wanted to pick out something different for your husband once, sick of seeing him in his white shirts and black vest. That's how you picked out a black suit with a white vest and a red silk shirt. You could imagine unbuttoning this off of him tonight and the thought made your body heat up and a giggle escaped your lips.

“What are you laughing about, doll?” A voice, his deep sleepy voice startling you. “Nothing!” You quickly said, turning to look at Snow, your breath hitching as his eyes were half closed and his hair turned into a mess of curls. Sometimes you wonder if this was all a fever dream and if you truly have the privilege of seeing him like this. You placed the clothes into a corner and went to him.

You pulled him down, your hand on his nape and another on his cheek as you guided him to your lips. Morning breath be damned. His actions were reflexive with how his arms pulled you in closer as his lips pressed into yours. He smiles against your lips and soon both of your tongues tangle in an uncoordinated sleepy manner and you whimper into his mouth.

This was real. This was your reality and you would do everything to keep it as it is. You pulled back and he whispered, “What was that for, doll?”

“Just needed to make sure this was real,” you answered him. Your words make him crack a real smile, something even you saw rarely and it would only be possible in moments like this. Moments when you have shocked the man with your actions and words and made him fall harder for you.

“Well it is,” he grins. Before his expression clears up he focuses on the clothes you have set aside. “Outfit for today?” He asked. You nod and smile at him, gesturing at the clothes. “You would look handsome in them,” you said. “Don't I always look handsome?” He smirks, you laugh, “I am not falling for that trap, dear husband. I'll be in the shower, choose something for me.” You press a kiss on his cheek before leaving the closet.

After showering and wearing the red dress he had decided, both of you go on for your respective duties. The gala would start early in the day and there were a few hours left before it formally started as guests were already coming in.

The mansion was set up beautifully, no words could have possibly explained the amount of work and dedication to make this the event of the year, valued higher than the Hunger Games itself. In another universe, it may not have been possible, in this one however you somehow managed to crack into his heart and made yourself a higher priority.

You were doing finishing touches of your makeup when Corio came in, his hair slicked back but his body tense, his eyes unable to hide the shakiness in them. You don't say anything, letting the man have his moment of vulnerability. You knew you would mess him up even more if you pointed it out, so you continued your task.

You didn't pay him any attention despite the itch to turn to him. You force yourself to stare straight into the mirror, applying your lipstick for the night. That was until he came behind you, his arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest, his head propped on your shoulder as you felt him take deep breaths.

You don't ask if anything is wrong, accepting the rare form of intimacy he initiated. Usually, you're the ones for the hugs, the genuine ones anyway. You knew despite everything you were like a math equation to Snow. His mind figured out the formulas to keep you to him forever, you doubted if he saw anyone as his equal but you were perhaps the closest thing to it.

You had accepted it long before, but moments like this when Coriolanus allowed himself to be a human meant everything to you. You fell for every version of him, the one that is an untouchable deity who could kill you without guilt, and the human he was, obsession filling in veins making you the sole objective of his mind as he already achieved Panem.

You close your eyes, taking deep breaths with him. In the end, you were human too and you broke. “What's wrong?” You asked, as softly as possible yet breaking the bubble that had formed.

He smirks through the mirror, his eyes meeting yours, a sense of superiority in the blue hues. “Nothing’s wrong, my doll,” he whispered to you, pressing a ghost-like kiss to your bare shoulder. His arms cage you tighter, making a small gasp on your lips. “Okay,” you smile at him.

“Ready to start the gala then?” You asked, “Snows are born ready,” he replied, his tone smug.

One of his arms was kept wrapped around his waist while the other opened a drawer to take out a small box. “For you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck. You opened the box, and in it was a gold necklace with the initial ‘S’. You blush, and leave it to Corio to give you a necklace with his initials for an anniversary gift. “It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your head turning back and you gave him the brightest smile. “Help me wear it?” You mumbled as you handed him the box.

And so he did, and now a necklace was on your neck, the letter ‘S’ sitting perfectly on your skin. It scratched an innate itch for Snow to see you wear this. A part of him had expected you to fight, and be disgusted by this action, his mind thinking of several ways to make (force) you to wear the necklace. But as always you surprised him with your acceptance, as if you knew that wearing this would help him with his possessiveness. You were truly the right woman for him.

With his arm around your waist, you walk into the celebration. Countless people, the top elites of the Capitol were attending the gala. Everything had to be perfect.

Alas, fate is nothing but fickle.

The rumors didn't catch your ears at first before slowly the whispers caught up to you. Too busy with your life in the mansion and with Coriolanus, you rarely were social. You never had many friends from the capitols' elites. And those who knew were merely allies for the future. So the gossip never reached your ears.

Gossip you knew better to believe. Words change when they travel mouth to mouth. It can be easily manipulated too, your husband was a living proof of that. The snake tongue of all of Panem. But when the words seemed to get louder and louder, you couldn't help but feel maybe it's tinged with truth.

Snow was busy talking to diplomats while you were politely having a conversation with the ladies. That's when the questions began about some things they had heard about Snow. Each worse than the other but nothing you didn't already know. You make sure to change their perspective whenever something new comes up. Coriolanus was still new at this position, anything could snatch the power away if either of you weren't careful.

Feeling like you have finished the job, you begin to move away, only to stop when you hear, “...even wearing a pendant with his initial, she's nothing more than a whore who was pushed up to play the role of the First Lady. A woman of her standing would never deserve such a title.”

It was true, when Snow asked you to marry you, it was sudden and he gained nothing from it. Nothing, no money, power, and just a few connections you had but he had already impressed them all beforehand so there was no need for you. Your history in the academy wasn't all that great either, you were never the best but wholly average. A man like Snow deserved the best.

Insecurity claws at your heart and even so with recent events you knew their words were wrong. Tears burned your eyes. Your hand goes to the necklace you had on, your fingers twirling the pendant. Meanwhile, despite Coriolanus' focus being mainly on talking sweet to the guests and gathering sponsors, his eyes were on you, your every moment, and each person you spoke to. He notices you walking away from the gala and into the hallways. He followed you.

You were in one of the many bathrooms the manor had to offer. You stared at the mirror, the necklace you were wearing, and your hands traveled to the back ready to take it off. That's when Coriolanus enters the bathroom, his footsteps stopping midtrack as you freeze too.

“Coryo,” you begin to speak, your hand at your side now. “I was just-” “Why were you going to take it off?” He interrupted you, his face twisted in a glare you never thought would be directed at you. You shrugged, trying to play casual, “It doesn't feel appropriate.” “Why?” He questioned his tone icy calm, spreading chills down your spine. “Because-” because you didn't feel worthy of it. “Because you're ashamed of me,” he scoffs, walking closer to you. His eyes now fully glaring at you.

You frown, “What? Coryo, no-” He tilts your chin up, as he leans in, his expression twisted in fury, “Then what? There's no other appropriate reason for you to take it off then.” In truth, something was getting lost in translation, the women you were talking to earlier were going to be accused of treason in a few days. The cause? The rumors (some truth mixed in as well) they had spread about Snow. They were invited out of courtesy and after this, they had signed their death certificate.

“It's nothing like-” “Then what?” He hissed, “Did you finally come to your senses? Did they tell you how much of a horrible monster I am? And a horrible president?” You knew some sort of major miscommunication had happened but you had no idea how to deal with it. Not when Snow pressed a harsh, hard kiss to your lips, teeth clashing and his tongue seemingly fighting with yours for dominance that you easily gave over.

“You can't escape me, doll. No matter how horrible you realize I am. Think about running away and it's your dead body that will be leaving this mansion.” he whispered against your lips, his hands on your waist, your body flushed against his as your back hit the counter.

You chuckled at his words, knowing that would never be your end. His eyebrows furrow in confusion and it makes you giggle even further. “Dove, I am not joking,” he said, looking straight in your eyes. “I know,” you smile at him, “You…” you shake your head, smiling, you were surely crazier than him. You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Those women said something… mean and it made me realize I may not be worthy of this necklace…” you begin to explain, hoping the explanation would calm him down.

You thought wrong. “You don't think I can decide who deserves to be my property, pet. Whom I let to be my queen,” he said, his tone deeper than before. He whispered, “I decided it's you. It's been a year since that decision and I haven't regretted it once.”

He manovaroued you so you were facing the mirror. He was right behind you, his eyes hard. “The woman you're looking at right now is mine. My pet. My wife. How dare you try to take off a mark of my ownership, doll?” You opened your mouth to apologize, but a moan escaped instead as he bit into your shoulder. He begins to press you against the counter, your body bending over as he continues to press wet kisses on your nape.

“You need a reminder about whom you belong to,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin making you shiver, heat spreading to your body as his hands unzipped your dress from behind, letting the fabric fall on the floor. “I am yours,” you moan to him as his palms knead your breasts through the bra. “Then you should have known better, my stupid bird.”

“You look away from the mirror even once…,” he said, his hands squeezing your breasts roughly, his head propped up to your shoulder, his face set in a smirk, “and that group of women dies.” They were going to die either way but you didn't know that.

You gasp, “Snow- '' His hands squeeze your breasts harder, bordering on pain. “It’s Coryo for you, dove,” he said, slowly yet firmly as if talking to a child. His hands move downwards, one moves to your hip, and for the other, his fingers slip inside your panties. You whimper when his fingertip touches your clit. At any other time, he would have been slow, and gentle when he was rubbing the bud but now? His touch was fast and unconcerned, his sole goal was to inflict punishment with pleasure.

He rubbed at your clit relentlessly, making you soak your panties with your juices. His other hand squeezes your hips. You whine, your eyes closing and he pinches your clit making you moan louder than you should, your eyes opening immediately to meet his gaze.

“Only warning, pet,” he whispered, his finger now playing with the clit even more relentlessly. Back and forth, up and down with no mercy, making the bud swollen and your pussy clench around nothing. “Yes, Coryo,” you gasp.

“My dumb pet can learn after all,” he whispered to your ear and then his lips kissed the clasp of your necklace. His fingers abandon your clit to swipe at your folds to gather your wetness. He chuckles as he continues to tease you like this, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Coryo,” you whispered and your eyes connected with his and you knew his fingers could feel the flex of your cunt around nothing. “That's it. Look at me, doll.”

He slipped his fingers one by one into your slit, the stretch making you gasp. “It's too much,” you managed to get out, your voice shaky. “You can take it,” he tuts. His fingers begin to message your wall, hitting every crook and canny you never knew existed. He twisted his fingers thrusting right at your g-spot making you moan loudly, your body was now completely bent over in front of the mirror and your hands gripped the counter for life. Snow continues to playfully stretch you out, scissoring your pussy with his long fingers.

When he finally deemed you loose enough, he pulled his fingers out without a warning making you whimper. He pulls down your panties around your knees, and then his hand unzipped his pant to take his cock out. Something in you liked how he was composed and fully clothed while having you like this, primal and debauched. It showcased Coriolanus perfectly, no matter how prim and proper the man was outside in the end he was as much of a mess.

His impatient was clear with his clenched jaw, one of his hands traveling upwards your body to grip your breast like a handle as his free hand guides his leaking, hard cock into your entrance. “I was going to fuck you good tonight, on a bed properly like a wife deserves,” he begins to say as he pushed in with a single stroke. Your mouth lets out a small scream as your pussy adjusts to his dick. “Instead I have to treat you like a whore, bending your ass over a counter and fuck you while there are people all over the mansion.” He shakes his head disappointed, he meets your gaze, “I expected better, doll.”

“Then why keep a disappointment around,” you snapped at him, making him raise his eyebrows at your tone, his cock twitching inside your walls. “I wonder that myself too,” he grunts, his face buried in your shoulder, his tongue licking your salty skin. “You’re my everything,” he whispered, “Don't you forget that, dove.”

It was a confession that made you turn your back and made you catch his lips. He groans into your mouth as both of your tongues play with each other, expressing words the others cannot say. His free hand went to grip your necklace chain, making you gasp as he fisted the chain and pulled at it, knocking at your breath in one go.

His hips had begun to pound into you, short, hard thrusts that made his cockhead press against your g-spot while his remaining length messaged your walls perfectly. “You don't have to think, doll. I am here to think for you. You don't have to think about deserving me, or Panem. You don't have to think at all, just be my bird. My bird only,” he grunts.

Your eyes had begun to see spots from the lack of air, he hadn't seemed to care as your pussy keeps squeezing around him because of it. He lets go of the chain, making you gasp and you take the air you desperately need as his thrusts begin to get sloppier. Coryo was too impatient, too worked up, too mad at you to care about your pleasure. You were a pet getting used and you loved every second of it.

“I love you,” you whispered to him, and he groaned in response, as his thrusts got slower. He was edging himself to last longer, for this not to end. He bites your nape, not hard as he does usually to make sure the mark fades in a few seconds. His hips continue to rock into you, both of his hands now kneading at your clothed breast. He makes your round flesh spill from the bra and cups them with a groan escaping his lips.

“You’re mine,” he said as he pressed wet kisses all over your neck and shoulders, “Mine.” Your pussy clenched around him, making his pace get even slower, frustration begins to claw your mind as your body tethers to the edge. “Yours,” you agreed. “Fuck me faster,” you plead.

He lets out a laugh, “No. You'll take what I'll give.” “Coryo, my love please!” You begged. His hips stutter, making you feel confused, before realizing why he had stopped. You hadn't called him that since that night and you realized you had leverage on the man.

“My love, please! Fuck me harder,” you spill, “Baby, please!” He clenched his jaw trying so hard not to give in to the instinct of rutting into you like an animal. Knowing that he was near the edge, you continue, “Cum in me and make me walk around the gala with your cum inside, please. Please, mark me!”

That did the trick rather perfectly. His hand wraps around your throat, not choking you but staying there as a comforting presence that shouldn't have been comforting at all. “My dumb pet has ways with words. Gotta fuck that out of you, my dove,” he smirked.

His hips begin to roll into you again, making you gasp and squeeze his dick with your slick walls. The start of it was slow and cautious before Coriolanus decided to throw it all in the wind. He takes half of his length out before slamming it back to you. The sound of hips snapping echoed into the air along with his grunts and your moans. He kept fucking into you, with no care about anything.

Both of your sights were obscene in the mirror and it turned you not to end. Your body had begun to heat, your pussy aching to cum after being played with for so long. The tension in your body was close to snapping, and he knew it too. Knew it the way your cunt kept sucking his cock in so well. His head was on your shoulder, his mouth breathing out hot air onto your skin.

“Look at me,” you whispered, and his eyes snap at you and not even a second later he spills into your cunt, fucking his cum into you as he lets out a whine for the first time. You gasp, feeling your build-up fading without snapping but Snow was never to disappoint. He pulled his cock out, just to stuff you with his fingers. You whimper, your sensitive walls twitching around his fingers, so close to breaking.

Coriolanus doesn't waste a second to thrust into your sopping cunt, your folds covered in his cum, and fucking that into you with his fingers. He crooks his fingers perfectly, hitting your g-spot and making you black out for a second as his fingers keep assaulting your insides without a care.

You gasp, your body starting to give up. Snow has to wrap an arm around you to help you stay balanced. “That's it, doll. Cum on my fingers. I will make you cum on my cock later,” he promised to you. You cry out as his fingers continue their fast pace of thrusting. And finally, finally, your orgasm builds up again. A single graze from his fingertip onto your spongy spot has you not only cumming but squirting too.

Even Coriolanus eyes widen in surprise as you spill your juices onto the floor, ruining your dress and everything. You begin to feel ashamed of losing control in such a manner, but Coryo curses, “Fuck, doll. Fuck, that was…” He couldn't even finish the sentence.

You close your eyes, feeling yourself close to losing balance, only for Snow to swipe your legs from the floor and carry you to the bathtub.

“I’ll take care of you, doll,” he said, “I’ll bring in a new set of clothes, wait.” “What about the gala?” You asked. He kissed your temple before he replied, “I told everyone to leave the moment you walked away. Told everyone you were sick and as your husband, I shall be taking care of you.”

You let out a raspy chuckle, it was rather amazing how Coriolanus Snow always turned everything in his favor. Even this would help his image of being a president who took such good care of his wife and would surely take the country to great lengths.

“Snow lands on top,” you whispered to him with a smile.

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imaginesinthewind · 3 months

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Dating Regulus Black would include

From anonymous: Hi love 🩷✨I was just wondering if you can write dating regulus black headcanons? Like the Sirius one (that I’m absolutely obsessed with btw).

A/N: Dear anon, I hope you will like this one. I'm sorry about the time it took, I just simply forgot to check my inbox 🫠. Gif above is not mine. Also, I'm trying more and more to write things in gender neutral. Feel free to comment if I missed something. 💛

- He has that poetic elegance that follows him like a shadow. He is beautiful, like a Dead Poets Society character, or like Dorian Gray.

- Shy boy at first. Let's not lie, Sirius takes so much space that our Regulus has to be the quiet, introverted one.

- You probably would have to make the first step.

- Lonely boy. Not because he doesn't like people, but because like every child who had abusive parents, he's just so anxious, scared of taking too much space. And just like his brother, he keeps his emotions to himself, and stays alone when he has a problem.

- Stolen glances and smiles across the classroom at first.

- He falls for you not because you are so beautiful, but because you are smart and insightful.

- He takes you on dates under the stars, to the library, sharing about his favourite poems or novels.

- When he doesn't dare to share about his feelings, he talks to you in French.

- "Tu sais que tu es jolie comme un cœur?"

- At some point, when he refuses to give you the translation, you ask Sirius, who is tempted to translate bullshit to you just to mess with his little brother. He doesn't, though. Because he knows how smitten he is with you.

- A.proper.gentleman

- Offers you his arm, kisses your hand, gives you his jacket if you are cold, opens doors

- Writes you beautiful letters with perfume on it

- Is the perfect dance partner

- You admire the way he speaks and writes so elegantly

- He plays the violin and piano, by education obligation. But when he notices how much you love it, he slowly grows to like it himself.

- He introduces you to his favourite cousin, Andromeda

- Shy kisses, passionate kisses, soft kisses

- So many kisses

- When Sirius leaves the family house/gets kicked out, things become heated.

- He keeps repeating how much he hates him for abandoning him. Deep down, you know that he still loves his brother

- Depressive episodes of feeling like he's not enough

- Tears and comforting hugs in the dormitories

- He tries desperately to fix things between his parents (understand by that Walburga), rather than step out for his beliefs

- A lot of pressure

- You give him shoulder massages and run your fingers through his black curls

- When he is given the Black family ring, after some time, he gives it to you because of the protection spells on it. He just wants to keep you safe.

- His patronus is originally Padfoot. After a while, it shifts into the same as yours, because no one makes him more happy than you

- He avoids the matter of the mark. But in the summer of his 16th birthday, when he suddenly stops answering your letters, you have a bad feeling

- That reveals to be true when you go back to Hogwarts

- You encourage him, again and again, to talk to his brother

- In the end, i like to believe that he proposed, and fought for his beliefs because he wanted to build a safe world for you and his future family

(a girl is allowed to dream)

#regulus x reader #regulus headcanons #regulus headcanon #regulus imagine #regulus imagines #regulus black #harry potter imagines #marauders era

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rockkal · 6 months

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HOMESTUCK BEYOND CANON NEXT UPD8(s) PREDICTIONS (I'm delusional, btw) /SHITPOST

We get to see Jack Noir be a pathetic little meow meow and has depression because he's too busy working at the mine coal to see his wife

The Felt come into the screen, also somehow snowman, and they all say "We voted for Obama" (this is very important homestuck lore, btw)

Brand new character called HEROIN ADDICT is introduced. Son of Karkat and Dave. Has a brother named John Egbert Strider Vantas

Clover flirts with Jane and gets sent to the weed dungeon. And not like the good weed. I mean like the weed that really feels like shit

Jake becomes new leader of the Felt and Crowbar becomes his dad (Crowbar dad AU, write that down, it'll be on the test)

We get to see Death, the character, talk with ULT Dirk and he brang along the Midnight Crew, Mom Lalonde B1 and Dad egbert because he thinks they're cool (also, Mom Lalonde and Dad Egbert kiss a lot in death's office and have tea and buscuits with the Midnight Crew)

CALIBORN COMES FOR A SINGLE PANEL AND MAKES JUNE OFFICIALLY TRANS! BECAUSE HE HATES JUNE AND HE HATES WOMEN SO HE COMBINES THE TWO THINGS HE HATES INTO ONE (this is a joke, btw. I honestly want June's transitioning to be more in character then just the gremlin guy I like does it for me)

Ms Paint. becomes narrator of both Candy and Meat and it's just a podcast about different types of paint

Something related to The Midnight Crew's creator, Professor Mayasaka or however the fuck ya spell it, something translated into midnight. Whatever. I just wanna see the professor man come in and do something

JANE REVIVES AIMLESS RENEGADE SOMEHOW AND HE GOES GOD TIER! (His Classpect is Mage of Blood because I say so)

Sollux and Eridan kissing

Roxy breaks the fourth wall and says "it's Roxy Lalonding time" and Roxy Lalondes all over the place

A bucket appears and yeah

We see Andrew Hussie in a bath robe

Terezi manages to give back the legal rights to Beyond Canon back to their creators (sorry, I forgot your name, mister cool homestuck guy. I forget easily :'(]

Vriska dies. (I hate Vriska! (In a Kismesis way))

Equius comes back to say "I require horse" and then he gets prototyped with the universe frog

Matchsticks gets a personality and we learn he wants to become an actual fire fighter and save people since he was a kid

Stitch becomes hella cool by partnering with Kanaya to beat the shit out of Dirk

Rose just stays Rose because I forgot she existed

21 again but with Dave

June Egbert gets two new dads and they're Eggs and Biscuits from The Felt because it reminds her of her dead dad's cakes

Diamonds Droogs/Draconian Dignitary x Dad Crocker 20 hour oiled up make out session flash animation

Calliope has a child with Roxy. (comment what ya think they would be called)

Dirk eats a baby (it's John Egbert Strider Vantas)

AR gets to have a robo body and becomes friends with AR and Aradia and also Aranea is there to keep them in check and they call eachother the "AR squad", but Aranea is the out cast because she is blue

Eden Gardner (homestuck OC of @springselkie) gets a mention.

Monkeys become relevant to the plot

Jack Noir gets to show us his stabs

Bold Eagles are Aimless Renegade's second power, because he's the only AMERUCAN character in homestuck

Jake gets a beard and celebrates by showing us his level 100 GYAT

What Pumpkin office remains is an important location in the story

Mommy Condie comes back and marries Earth C's version of Colonel sassacres

Freddy Fazber, new character, literally the best. Hor hor hor hor.

Something related to drugs, I guess (I'm running out of ideas)

Fortnite becomes canon and everyone loves it

Deltarune reference

Jack Noir eats money and becomes lamborghini

Jack Noir villain arc where he and June kiss (their kismesis, it's ok. They want to kill eachother)

Rose's wifi is STILL shitty! COME ON, IT'S BEEN 10 YEARS, FIX YOUR INTERNET CONNECTION, GURL!

Kanaya gets to make something Lord English related

We see Doc Scratch because he's awesome

Wayward Vagabond comes back from the grave and does ANOTHER revolution against monerchy. He is truly the best diplomat.

MLP gets mentioned

Problem Sleuth shows up for 5 panels and then dies

Nepeta gets to kill Pickle Inspector

Eridan smokes weed

[S] Terezi: Do the mackarena

Weed chapter

Karkat gets a period cramp

Something something Lord English in black void, becomes normal Caliborn, being room mates with Equius, Gamzee and AR (auto-responder)

Free Bird fight sequence

Joe Biden gets a mention because he was probably in office before the clown fuckers took over D.C. Washington

Cockaine chapter

MSPA reader gets hella blazed and yeah

Caliborn kisses a rule 63 version of a Miku body pillow

Pic Yaoi sequence or smth

Sawbuck stays a fat fuck and eats the earth at the end

Itchy dies from tripping on a rock

Doze unslows himself and does a break dance

Trace and Fin make out session

Quarters gets to shoot ULT Dirk and is declared a war veteran

Bog from RHG shows up to eat a chocolate bar

I'm high

Ok, that was the end of this dumb shitpost. Hope ya got a kick out of it. Or not.

Wait

Shit

I should probably add an image so that I could look cool

Give me a sec

Yes, God of Yaoi.

Perfect for this.

See ya

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ttzjune · 11 months

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Charles Leclerc x reader Fanfiction

pretty much a slowburn fic, but future smut and a few more things

Social media + normal (faceclaim @millieleer on ig)

Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 3 (coming soon, gonna be linked here and the masterlist)

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Yourusername: He was looking at me btw. @scuderiaferrari @f1 no he wasn't lol.

Yoursiblingsname: can't believe you forgot to bring me.

-> Yourusername: whoops

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user1: They look so good, you are okay too

-> Yourusername: i'm not even offended, because those priorities are set correctly.

-> user1: omg!! hiiii

user2: no one talking about the brown hair? just me? okay.

-> user3: thats what i was thinking.

ysl: 👏👏

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isahernaez: esplêndida! (stunning!)

-> Yourusername: obrigada meu amor você é linda (thank you my love, you are gorgeous)

user1: where is the bag from?

-> user2: La Mamounia!

-> user1: thank you!!

User2: you're glowing girl

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Yourusername: there is nothing better in this world than food, change my mind.

isahernaez: agree

-> carlossainz55: que dices ahora? (say what now?)

-> Yourusername: thank you isa!

-> isahernaez: whoops🤭🥰@carlossainz55

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#f1 #f1 x reader #formula1 x reader #fanfic #socialmedia au #socialmedia #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #food #isa hernaez #slow burn

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allthenamesithinkofaretaken · 1 year

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Oh!! I got one more question! First thank you for responding to my last one, I forgot to do that. How did Muerte find out about MC'S immortality? She didn't attend funerals, tried to hide her immortality by keeping a distance from people, so how did they really meet? Was it similar to the Forever After AU? I might just need to re-read TWAA, but I first wanted to ask you. And Happy early Easter, (good friday(?)) Thank you for taking the time to read this ask.

- :D

You're welcome!

And to answer your question— (Y/n) dropped hints.

Because when I first thought of that first scene with them, Muerte was simply trying to get a drink (a few days after the events of PIB TLW), and so he chose a random bar somewhere to have a relaxing night and just as (Y/n) is about to close, one last customer enters the bar and asks for a drink. So he wasn't really searching for her at all, he just wanted a small break from his busy life.

Now, I've always thought of (Y/n) as smart and someone who could easily read between the lines and whatnot, so she thinks of this large, imposing wolf as someone dangerous and someone who could easily try and kill her (and probably thought 'wouldn't it be funny if he tried?') if she denies, but since she isn't really one to look for trouble, she lets him in and prepares him what he wants.

I also think that Muerte isn't one to try and scare people who don't deserve it, so he tries to settle the mood by maybe cracking a joke or two or trying some small talk to lighten the mood and not come across as too threatening, especially for someone that's pushing their time just to serve him a drink. He takes note that she must've seen the sickles on his sides and makes a joke/ casual comment about what he does (like what he did with Puss "Everybody thinks they'll be the one to defeat me, but no one's escaped me yet" type thing but obviously more casual and less threatening).

And (Y/n) just simply pieced things together and decided to play his game by also dropping hints on her immortality, and wondering how he'd react to it. (I'll probably think of some funny shit at a later date because I can't think rn after crying for the entire run time of the last ep of TOH). And eventually, Muerte is tying things together and there's just this look that the both of them share like

(gif not mine btw)

Before (Y/n) finally straights up just says: "Bet you can't kill me." With the most smug face she could muster and thats how it basically starts.

#puss in boots death x reader #puss in boots the last wish x reader #puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish #death x reader #muerte x reader #puss in boots death #death the wolf #fanfic #pib:tlw

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ilovefandoms102 · 2 years

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jealous frat boy chris.

that is all i have to say.

(i really love your work btw its amazing <3)

YES I LOVE IT THANK YOU BESTIE🥵

Pairing: Fratboy!Chris x Plus Size Reader

Warnings🛑: jealous chrisy, implied smut

At first, you really hated how easily chris got jealous. It would be over the stupidest things too, for example, a male classmate talking to you while in class.

“Who is that?”

“Do you know him?”

“Was he flirting with you?”

The questions went on until the end of class which meant you went from mild to extremely pissed the fuck off.

“You are mine little one, must I always remind you?” he said with that smirk that made you melt.

Suddenly you forgot about being mad at him.

After the first few incidents, you decided to make it your game.

Mostly bc of how hard he fucked you once he got you back to his or your dorm. Literally the best sex is jealous sex, not that Chris wasn’t good at any other kind of sex, you just loved riling him up.

Does it make you a bitch?

Probably

But he knew you adored him

This led to now where the two of you were meeting up at a bar with some other friends…and boy was he already pissed.

One, because you were barely wearing anything that covered up what belonged to only him.

Two, you were already drunk.

And three, you came in with a fucking guy trailing behind you.

“What the fuck babe?” he growled, snatching you to his front as soon as you got close.

“Hiiiii baaaabbbyyy, um this is my friend Alex he’s in our Econ class.” you slurred, yet unable to keep your hands to yourself as they felt up his chest.

Chris glared hard at Alex, making it known you were his by possessively gripping your ass in his big hands. He squeezed it hard, making a slight squeal escape your lips.

“Baby, Chrisy, it’s ok I love only you.” the delicate touch of your hand on his cheek had his eyes move to yours.

“I love you too babe, but this ass is still getting punished.”

You totally forgot about Alex who was watching with disappointment.

Chris could feel the assholes eyes on his girl

So, he leaned down and landed a hot, wet, demanding kiss to your lips.

The two of you didn’t even make it home, he mercilessly fucked you in the bathroom stall and he hoped Alex could hear the cries of pleasure leaving your lips.

#chris evans smut #fratboy!chris #fratboy au #chris evans x plus size reader #plus size reader #chris evans #chris evans beard #chris evans fic #chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine

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juicefield · 1 year

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Meyp Skxawng - Neteyam X Avatar!Reader Part 3

A/N: Finally to the meat of the story. I welcome feedback on how I did on the Sully family dynamics! Also, while you're there tell me if you guys are wanting angst or a lighter tone to the writing. Most of the things I say in the fanfic are not cannon, btw. Neteyam is 20, the story is set in High camp, and NO NSFW. Let me know if there are any mistakes I need to fix pls!

You can find the other parts here:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 4

Although the writing in this fanfiction is my own, I do not claim any ownership of Avatar, Avatar: The Way of Water, or any of the subsequent medias. All rights go to James Cameron and the producers.

Synopsis: The dreaded dinner goes both better and worse than you hoped it would. Still, it is nice to spend time with the whole family.

Neteyam X Fem!Avatar!Reader 6.4k 1st person POV

Surprisingly, Lo’ak was right. But hey, even the broken clock is right twice a day. The outfit gives me a camouflage-like effect, shielding me from the curious and pitiful gazes that normally penetrate me as soon as I step outside of the lab. I marvel at my new invisibility cloak as I move through the throngs of people lining up to grab their dinners. I even manage to catch a few smiles from people, most notably a group of smaller children that I pass by, relishing in their laughter as they throw a ball around waiting for their parents to return with dinner. Just as I reach the edge of the thrumming crowd I hear a voice call my name. The voice is a lot deeper than most people I know so I furrow my brows, confused, and turn back to the crowd, searching for who could possibly know my name. Neteyam emerges as a group of people part to make ways for him, bowing their heads in respect as he passes. I notice that he is struggling to carry the food in his hands and run up to offer my assistance, grabbing two bowls and a sack of fruit from his arms after he politely nods.

“Thank you,” He says, dipping his head in acknowledgement, “Sorry. I had meant to bring a basket but I forgot and didn’t want to turn back. My eyes seem to be larger than my arms today.” He explains bashfully, averting his eyes from mine, almost as if expecting a scolding or teasing. I decide to spare him and just shrug.

“You’re welcome. It’s no problem, I’m happy to help.” I reply smiling at him. As I adjust my bowls to sit more comfortably in my arms I notice him staring at me and really I can't help myself from asking him. “Do these look totally weird on me or something?” I blurt out, giggling awkwardly to dispel my anxiety about the outfit.

“No, no… It looks very nice on you. You just look very natural in it. Like one of our women. I did not expect you to take to it, I know human clothes are much less revealing.” He says, picking up on my worries and reassuring me.

“Honestly, this is the most comfortable I’ve ever felt outside the lab. Thank you. I was afraid that everyone would be able to tell that I’m a dream walker immediately. Surprisingly, no one has. In fact, I even got a few smiles as I passed people.” I confess, somewhat bashful to be happy about such a simple thing.

“Yes, probably some of our young men.” He says and my mouth falls open when I turn to him to say something with burning cheeks. Before I have a chance to let my mouth get the better of me I notice the amusement in his face and I realize that he’s just teasing me.

“Oh my God. Are you gonna be just like Lo’ak? I cannot handle two of him, I love him but no way.” I cry at him, and nudge him playfully with the arm closest to him. He just laughs and shrugs noncommittally while I stick my tongue out at him. At this point we have almost made it to the entrance of the Sully residence but we hear a rather loud commotion inside and he motions to stop walking and fall in behind him.

“Should I come back another night if that's better… Honestly I’m scared to go in.” I whisper, just loud enough for him to hear me. He shakes his head and I can see him lean forward to try and make out what his family is yelling about. I admire the way his ears swivel forward and the way his back muscles flex from leaning forward, straining his neck to listen.

“No, I am pretty sure it is just Lo’ak and Tuk fighting. As always. You would think that a twenty year old and a thirteen year old wouldn’t have things to argue about, but Lo’ak is thirteen mentally.” He says rolling his eyes at the chaos heard inside. I can’t help but laugh and agree. I have been in the middle of more arguments between those two than between Kiri and Lo’ak, despite the latter pair actually being the same age they argue much less. Neteyam motions me to follow him and I do as instructed. We make our way into the marui. Inside a chaotic scene unfolds before us. I can see a very perturbed Tuk yanking a handful of Lo’ak’s braids, her mouth open as she yells something about her last yovo fruit and his tongue being stained purple(?). At least that’s all I have a chance to make out with the other chatter going on in the room. Kiri is between them, gripping onto Tuk’s arm in an attempt to separate the two. She says something about how this is stupid. Jake and Neytiri are off to the side, also yelling, but neither of them can beat the monster of sound that is Tuk. She’s screeching louder than a banshee, so loud in fact that it would make more sense if Lo’ak had tried to murder her.

Fortunately for Jake and Neytiri, Tuk immediately drops his braids and lets go of the silly fight as soon as she sees me behind Neteyam. Dramatically she screeches my name and practically jumps on me. She squeezes the life out of me while she hugs me, barely reaching up to my chest in this form. I feel the warm saccharine of nostalgia sweep over me. Tuk had been the only person in my life that I had ever been taller than, and I can’t help the memory rushing through me of the last time she had been this size compared to me. She had been so young, only the tender age of five when she reached my height at the age of twelve.

“Taw! Taw, you look so pretty, why are you with Nete, your hair…” She uses the mother language, talking way too fast for me to keep up with everything she says. Once she finally calms down I thank her and ask her how she knew it was me.

“Because Nete doesn’t know any girls. And Lo’ak told me you have a new body. Just like Daddy!” She exclaims, much to the chagrin of Neteyam who is now beside me.

“Tuktirey, that is enough.” Neytiri scolds her, causing her to quickly scramble off of me. Tuk begrudgingly apologizes to her mother. After sending Tuk a death glare she turns her gaze onto me. Have you ever been spotted by a thanator? I haven’t but I would wager that it feels pretty similar to Neytiri’s eyes piercing through me at this moment. I can practically feel her eyes scratching my skin as they roam over my body, her eyes lingering on my clothing, the bowls and braided bag of fruit in my hands, and lastly my face. I feel her passing innumerable judgments while her eyes look between me and Neteyam, which makes me take a step to the side to get a little further away from him. Feeling like a germ under the microscope I hesitantly take a step towards her and bow my head.

“Tsakarem Neytiri te Tskaha Mo’at’ite I greet you and thank you for welcoming me into your home and clan for the night. It is an honor to finally meet the legendary mate of Toruk Makto.” I greet her as respectfully as I can, maybe even piling it on a bit too much. I had decided before I left that I would greet her formally in English, worried that if I used the traditional greeting of ‘I see you’ paired with its hand gesture that she would be offended. I also just didn’t want her to hear my less than perfect rendition in Na’vi. She clicks her tongue and looks at Jake, who just smiles softly and nods at her. It’s obvious that he is speaking to her through his actions, almost like he is urging her to greet me back and treat me with sympathy.

“Hmm… Well, you seem to at least have manners, unlike my useless children.” She seems to approve finally while hissing the last part in the direction of Tuk and Lo’ak who since have resumed their bickering silently through looks and rude hand gestures. Looking like two children caught with their hands in the cookie jar they step back from one another. While Neytiri and Jake scold their children another presence comes into the marui behind me and Neteyam. I turn around to be greeted by the sight of Mo’at, mother of Neytiri and current Tsahik of the Omaticayans. She only raises her eyebrows (at least, where they would be) at both of us before we step aside to let her through.

“Mother, this is the human child that has befriended our youngest three. The one that stays with the scientists.” Jake says, introducing me.

“I thought it was a boy? And not a dream walker?” Mo’at responds, tilting her head as she scans me up and down. While her eyes hold a little less aggression, they are no less intimidating than those of Neytiri. In fact, they might be even scarier if set upon me with anger in them.

“For the last time, Grandma, that is Spider. She is (Y/N), the one that doesn’t leave the lab.” Kiri answers, mildly annoyed that her grandmother doesn’t remember me, despite how much the three of them talked about me. Mo’at hums in response, and I take her silence as a chance to greet her.

“Tsahik Mo’at te Poatzua Kakxa’ite, I greet you. My name is (Y/N) and I thank you for your graciousness as you accept me as a guest for tonight.” I use the same greeting as Neytiri but I can’t help being even more formal. After all, Neytiri gets her fierce disposition from her mother. My head is bowed when she hums her approval at me.

“Come, child. Please, sit the food down here.” Mo’at instructs me as she points at a low table sort of structure in the center of the room. Around it sits eight mats, two are at the head of the table and I assume they are for Jake and Neytiri as the heads of the house, on either side sits three mats. While I help Mo’at position all the bowls, Tuk and Lo’ak are still bickering, just about a completely different topic which I can’t care to listen to, and Jake and Neytiri seem to be in quite the heated discussion through hushed whispers. Neteyam and Kiri are talking about some sort of training that Kiri is going through. I get distracted watching the family interact and Mo’at asks me what’s wrong.

“Nothing is wrong, it’s just really nice to see a big family together like this. Me and Spider may be a sort of siblings but we don’t have this. This is really… special.” I say wistfully.

“Yes. Family is the most precious thing in this world and the next.” She agrees, but I can see the faint pity behind her words. The same kind that always hides in depths of the voices of others when I mention my life, and it's many deficiencies.

“Your grandchildren may be the closest thing I have to a family besides Norm and Max.” I admit, helping Mo’at set up the table after Neteyam delivers his portion of the goods.

“The scientists, eh? That is funny, you do not act like them.” Mo’at observes, lowering onto her mat and patting the spot next to her, prompting me to sit down.

“What do you mean?” I ask, confused by what she means. Perhaps she means that I am not as smart as them? That is to be sure with the lack of any type of formal education on Pandora.

“You do not feel like you are out of place like they do. When they are here, it feels like a thorn in my mind and I am unable to think clearly. They are kind, but they are too different because they cannot see. You are different too, but not like they are.” Mo’at concludes, meanwhile everyone finally sits down to eat which prevents me from asking any clarifying questions. Great. That’s definitely not going to keep me up at night. Surprisingly, Neteyam lowers down onto the seat beside me and I send a look to Kiri in silent question.

“Tuk and Lo’ak were arguing about who will sit next to you. Neteyam compromised for them.” She explains, jerking her head towards them. I look over to Neteyam and offer a somewhat awkward smile, which he promptly returns. Neytiri gathers everyone's attention and says a prayer to Eywa in thanks for the food and the members that helped to make it before everyone starts eating.

“Oh yeah, (Y/N) here’s a sra. I almost forgot.” Lo’ak says reaching out to offer me a cloth to wipe my hands on between dishes, despite already having a mouth full of some orange vegetable. Excitedly, I hold up the cloth I brought with me.

“Actually, I brought one that I weaved myself. It's a little too pretty to use as a sra, but I wanted to have my own.” When I finish explaining, Neytiri snatches the cloth from me pulling a huff of surprise from my lips, surprising me with her swiftness.

“You weaved this? These are sacred techniques. Passed on from the ancestors…” She says sternly, but before I can apologize she continues on. “Still, you did very well. While I am upset that you have been taught this, you do show promise in weaving.” She reasoned, thankfully dropping the topic without much issue before offering the cloth back to me.

“Yes. Good job (Y/N). It looks like it could have been made by Kiri.” Jake agrees with her, his mouth full of a bite of fruit. Neytiri shoots him a look that says ‘stop talking with your mouth full skxawng’ and he gulps down the food stiffly, feeling silly at being caught behaving childishly by his mate. Smiling and shaking my head at them I turn my attention to the food. I can’t decide what to try first so I just reach for the same type fruit that Jake is eating. As I bite into the juicy fruit I try not to practically moan as the glorious juices run down my face. It was about a thousand times better than any freeze dried fruit available in the lab, or any of the puny runts we manage to actually grow in the Pandoran soil. Looking around and seeing that everyone else seems to be talking to someone I turn to Neteyam beside me as I wipe my mouth with my sra.

“What kind of fruit is this? It’s soooo good.” I ask him after swallowing the delicious mouthful of fruit.

“That is utumauti. In English it is known as banana fruit, I believe. Utumauti is a rare fruit, hard to get. It grows at the top of the canopy, so you must wait for them to fall, or ride an Ikran to get to them. Today I found a tree with enough for everybody. I was very lucky today to find enough for us.” He explains while I listen intently.

“Thank you. For getting them and for explaining to me. I have read about them before, but I did not know what they looked like.”

“You have read about them?” He asks, obviously surprised at how much I seem to know about Na’vi culture.

“Yes, the scientist left behind a whole database on Pandora’s many plants. There are pictures of most plants, but since utumauti is rare there were no pictures… I have always been interested in the tìhawnuwll after I watched your father talk about them in his first video log after his first time in his new body. It led to me reading about it, which led to me reading about a large variety of the plant life here. Pandora’s plants have evolved, they’re amazing. Before we came here we had never seen plants with consciousness…” I blabber to him as I take small bites of stewed meat. The spices are foreign, slightly spicy and earthy, but not overwhelmingly so, which makes the tender juicy flesh one of the most delicious meats I have ever tried. Not that that is very difficult to achieve when the only meat you have ever had is the freeze dried stuff which you have to drown in a million spices or sauces to be anywhere close to good.

“Ah, I am sorry to tell you but it is not yet the season for the tìhawnuwll. They are harvested during the wet season. When it is time I will bring you some, yeah?” He offers kindly, once I finish my spiel on zooplantae and their many fascinating qualities.

“I would really appreciate it. And sorry for talking so much, I don't get many chances to talk about my fascination.” I say while an appreciative smile spreads across my face at the promise. Neteyam offers me back one of his own and I marvel at how he looks when he’s so close. Many people would say that he looks like his father but I have to disagree. While Neteyam has the large build and height of his father, he has the delicate beauty of his mother. His eyes are just as piercing and clear, but burdened by responsibility. Maybe that is why everyone says he looks just like Jake? There is an intensity to them that I find entirely unexpected, like I am gazing into the eyes of an Ikran. So innocent yet so wild. It excites me, and I avert my eyes when it starts to feel too intense. As much as I would love to keep conversing with Neteyam, I feel I don't know him well enough to keep a conversation with him. I opt to rope Kiri into the fray, who has just finished her conversation about some root or tubercule with Mo’at instead of facing my stunted social skills.

“So, Kiri, what is your favorite fruit?” I ask to distract Neteyam, who is still staring at me. Which, as far as I know, may be a completely normal thing for Na’vi to do to someone they just met. After all, my sample size is only his other three siblings and I highly doubt that they’re the best examples of the average Omaticayan. It was really starting to unnerve me, though. Kiri turns to us and gives a strange look to Neteyam, who must have just now noticed his staring as he hastily turns away back to the food. I try to figure out what he’s thinking with a spare look his way, but he gives nothing away on his face.

“The fruit of the melon tree makes the most delicious juice, and the flesh is best on a hot day.” She answers, but still narrows her eyes, squinting at her brother in suspicion. He looks up from his food and and his ears go back, another series of looks and body language that I don’t understand ensues between sister and brother. While I can read Kiri’s side perfectly from a decade of practice, Neteyam is much harder to read. Finally he seems to give up and lets out a scoff, looking down at his food and she smirks in what I assume to be her victory. I try to contain my chuckle as I bring a small bite of some sort of starchy root in my mouth, but a little goes into my sra as I hurriedly place it over my mouth to laugh at them when I am unable to suppress my giggle. Neteyam ears perk up and he looks back over at me, raising a non existent eyebrow at my laughing.

“Score one Kiri, Neteyam zero. Am I right?” I say and look over at him mischievously. His mouth drops open a little bit before a look of resignation dawns on his face and he just nods, shrugging nonchalantly.

“More like score three hundred Kiri, Neteyam zero.” Lo’ak interrupts, the snide comment paired with his signature smirk. He turns to me to bask in the glory of his joke, but Neteyam uses the opportunity to flick the shell of a seed at him. It bounces and lands directly on the center of his chest. He falls over dramatically, gasping for breath and pretending to be shot.

“Baby sis….. You can have my bow. Kiri, you have (Y/N). And bro, you take care of Ti’o’tan. Make sure to feed him twice a day for meeee……” He says, all while gasping for breath before falling backwards and sticking his tongue out. Neteyam only rolls his eyes at his brother's antics. The sound of laughter fills the marui as Kiri and Tuk break into hysterical laughter while Neytiri scolds him and tells him to sit back up. Jake, on the other hand, can't help the small smile that peeks through his lips at his son's silliness. Mo’at simply observes everything with a stoic silence, but I think I see a hint of amusement in her face.

“So you’re saying you own me?” I ask, using the most serious voice that I can muster. Lo’ak’s eyes shoot open and he sits up with his mouth hanging open. He looks to his father to help him out of the hole he's just dug, stuttering a few syllables as he tries to figure out how to live through the night. Jake just gives him a look and shrugs with a shit eating grin on his face. Jake has lots of experience with saying stupid things that offend his mate before apologizing and placating her, but he offers no help to his poor son. Before he can realize I’m just teasing him and am not at all offended I burst out laughing.

This gets almost everyone laughing, even a few chuckles from Neytiri and an actually obvious smile from Mo’at. Relishing in the belly chuckle of Jake and the high pitched giggle of Tuk I lift my head in pride at my joke, warmth fills my stomach from the family's laughter. Lo’ak just pouts when he realizes he's been made to be a fool. His ears almost wilt and I prepare to apologize but am interrupted by Neteyam.

“Score one (Y/N).” Neteyam whispers to me from my side, which only causes me to laugh harder. Lo’ak cannot hear what his brother is saying but he still sends Neteyam a look like he has betrayed him, and accuses him of taking my side. Eventually everybody returns to a normal conversation flow before being interrupted by a loud question from Tuk.

“Wait, why don’t I get TawTaw?” Tuk whines. “I’d take way better care of her than Kiri.” She says and juts out her lip in a childish pout, despite now being thirteen. Tuk often says TawTaw instead of the singular Taw because she once told me she ‘loves me two times more than Kiri and Lo’ak do’.

“Because you are a better hunter than Kiri, so you get my bow.” Lo’ak explains like a dutiful brother, using the same voice he would use when she was a really small child. She takes offense to his tone and they continue to argue about who would be the better guardian to me. Eventually, I have to butt in to stop the squabbling.

“Actually, now that I have my new body, I don't need anyone to take care of me.” I point out, in a pathetic attempt to get them to stop arguing.

“But you do have your other body still… and now it's unprotected.” Kiri notes, and I can see the spark in her eyes that means she’s up to no good.

I look over at her with a deadpan expression, mouthing ‘why would you say that’ as another round of bickering ensues between Tuk and Lo’ak. Kiri pipes up occasionally to defend herself from Tuk’s biting character assassination. Eventually I just give up and leave them to their heated discussion. At this point all the food has been eaten and the family is just conversing with each other. I sit in the noise and let it seep into my bones. It feels nice to bask in the ambiance of a larger family, easy to just sit back and observe that way they interact. Easy to just lose myself in the pleasant noise. Silent had been a long time companion, but I find noise to be more calming. I notice Neteyam turns to me and opens his mouth to say something before he closes it and looks away a couple times. On the third I say something before he can back out of a conversation, again.

“You know I don’t bite, right?” I ask with a teasing lilt in my voice. I seem to catch him by surprise yet again and when he looks down at his food I can see a flush appear in the pink part of his ears. I can’t help but let out a laugh at his sheepish face. He is so easy to read right now that I just can’t help it when my shoulders shake slightly from laughter, tail bumping into his as it swings back and forth. The slight contact seems to knock him out of his stupor and I can see him take a moment to steel himself before looking me in the eye, like one would before eyeing an animal stalking them.

“You are a strange woman. A lot more bold than I expected.” He murmurs, holding our eye contact with me for a second longer than I expect, only parting our eyes when Kiri suddenly clears her throat. Again with that eye contact. I think I will see those eyes in my dreams, with their intensity. My eyes flit to Kiri’s face and the look on her face is pure bewilderment. I can almost hear her saying ‘(Y/N), what are you two doing?’. She juts her chin out fiercely and quickly raises her eyebrows to punctuate her silent question. I simply avert my eyes and childishly refuse to say anything or give anything away through my face. I know if I look at her she would be able to see how flustered he had made me. Instead I look around at everyone around the table except her and Neteyam, pausing to observe each member briefly.

Thank you Eywah. The silent prayer slips through my lips when I notice that despite dinner being finished, everyone is still talking to one another and the only one that has noticed the interaction between me and Neteyam is Kiri. Mostly, I am glad that Lo’ak and Jake are in some sort of semi-heated discussion, keeping Lo’ak’s attention off of me. If he had seen that there is no doubt in my mind he would have said something horrendously embarrassing. Not even necessarily on purpose, not to spite me or our promise, he simply has a big mouth.

Another reason that me and Lo’ak get along, he might have a big mouth but I am not afraid of dishing back to him what he dishes out to me. Although Lo’ak is known as the least responsible Sulli, he still is respected as he is after all the chief’s son. Many in the clan would not dream of speaking to him as I do, but honestly, I think he likes it.

After a few more minutes of awkwardly avoiding eye contact with Kiri, while Neteyam avoids eye contact with me, the conversations around us peter out and Tuk uses it as an excuse to ask me to play a game. She explains that it uses stones and a wooden slab with small circular indentations in it. She explains the game and how to strategize with childish zeal, and I can’t help the warm feeling that creeps onto my face via smile as I watch her. Jake and Neytiri excuse themselves for a moment away outside, away from the kids. Mo’at retreats back to the healer's marui to do some work on a young boy that had recently been severely injured from an attack by a hammerhead or 'angtsìk when he went out on his first hunting trip outside of the zone considered safe by the clan. While Kiri and Lo’ak had moved closer to me and Tuk to observe our game, Neteyam hurriedly offered to help out his grandmother saying something about how he knows the poor young boy. But he is obviously still avoiding my gaze when he leaves, trailing behind the healer dutifully. Tuk steals the first two games from me with ease as I try to grasp the subtleties of the game before I narrowly win the third. I suspect Tuk had let me win, though, because when I try to play Lo’ak I end up losing spectacularly to him.

Eventually Jake and Neytiri return to the marui a few minutes before eclipse starts to fall and they wish me a goodnight when I tell the family that I need to leave once I realize what time it is. Tuk is practically begging me to stay the night and pouts when I gently explain that I can’t because I need to feed and shower my other body before I can sleep, and I wouldn't even really be spending the night. She finally relents, but only after I promise to come visit again tomorrow. I make my escape before Kiri can catch up with me on the way out. I’m only spared because her dad calls out to her as she turns to follow me, asking some questions about her chores the following day.

When I arrive at the lab Norm and Max are waiting up to ‘scold’ me for being out so late, which isn’t really a scolding at all. Both Norm and Max have always been unable to really get mad at me, not that I usually even had a chance to do something to upset them. Usually they were too busy worrying about Spider or some bigger problem like food to worry about my small rebellions as a child.

“(Y/N), you can’t stay out this long. It’s safe in camp but you need to give yourself more time to take care of your body.” Max starts up as soon as I open the second steel door to the lab entrance. Before I have the chance to apologize, Norm cuts in, like the worrywart he is.

“(Y/N), he’s serious. We saw what happened to Jake’s human body all those years ago. We just don’t want you to fall into that same hole he did, not taking care of your original body.” Norm frets, while physically inspecting me to make sure that I was okay. Which I can admit is understandable because he knows how hard it is to survive a Sulli dinner.

“Yes, Norm, I know.” I say, punctuating my annoyance with a roll of my eyes. They’re acting like I didn’t grow up watching those videos, like I don’t know the issues of not taking care of my much smaller body. I’d watched Jake Sully waste away enough times to know that I need to take care of myself. My action only causes Norm to huff and turn me towards him with hands on both of my shoulders, looking into my eyes with the intensity of a thousand suns. God, he's so dramatic.

“I’m serious, (Y/N)! If I have to see you go through that it would break my heart. Eating, showering, and exercising is important. Especially with your… condition, sweetheart.” He says with such a sincere worry in his eyes that my shoulders drop from their tense defensive position and I sigh.

“I know Norm. I promise you, I will take care of both of my bodies.” I assure him, sealing the promise by offering up my much larger pinky finger for him to take. Norm grasps my finger with his and gives it a couple shakes. When I turn to go I’m stopped by Max standing directly behind me with his own finger outstretched so I have to promise him as well. A smile of amusement sneaks onto my face but I simply shake it off and grasp his pinky in mine. Once I promise to also be more punctual from now on, Max shows me out through the backdoor to the hammock that they set up for me while I was gone. Norm goes back inside to heat up my dinner from earlier for me while Max gives me the instructions on how to transfer back. I lay back on the hammock at his command, adjusting my tail and kuru to get into a comfortable position. He instructs me to basically fall asleep, or sort of like meditate, until I awaken in the other body.

“Breathe, clear your mind and try to let go of any thoughts. If you have trouble again you can breathe in and out and count backward from twenty like before.” He advises from my right side before leaving me to give me some quiet to help me come back. Luckily, I don’t have as many issues getting back into my body as I did leaving it. It was a lot easier than the first time now that I knew what to expect. It only takes a couple of minutes to fall ‘asleep’, my body is fairly relaxed from the food and tired from running around with Kiri and Lo’ak. I am lulled to sleep by the sounds of the cave, and the sounds of the few Na’vi still up scurrying around to get ready for sleeping hours. I even imagine what they are doing. Maybe a young couple trying to meet up in the quiet of the night. Or perhaps an older couple is helping each other as they set out a large tapestry to dry. A young tween refuses to go to bed, despite the scolding he will receive from his mother in the morning after he’s spent the whole night carving a totem for his best friend. Spider finally making his way back home from whatever he had been doing all day, and I swear I even heard the door of the building next to the lab open. Spider tends to stay there these days. He used to live with me and the boys, until he ‘moved out’ when he turned eighteen. He’s a lot less appreciative of Max and Norms' smothering style of parenting than I am. These pictures lull me into a sense of peace and before I know it I wake with a start in my body again.

My eyes snap open and I can see the lights inside the machine before any of my other senses care to grace me. Immediately I can feel that my feet are both asleep, and my calves are cramping up from the confined space. Slowly the chorus beeps of the many machines invades my ears. I hear Max say something from the outside before the lid is lifted by internal hydraulics. The flood of lights that hits my dilated pupils causes a physical head rush that prompts me to try to reach my hand up to block it, but my hand is blocked by the wire cage surrounding me.

“How you doing, kiddo?” Max calls to me from the pedestal displaying my brain waves, which told him I was back in the body. Norm is already removing the wire cage for me and I simply give him a thumbs up. The only thing I could actually concentrate on was the pain returning to my legs, especially sore from a day of complete inactivity in the tube. I pull my legs over the side to try to let the blood flow back to them as Norm bombards me with many, many questions from how the dinner went to what Neytiri’s reaction was. I wave him off and ask him to give me a minute before I explain what happened. Norm nods and goes to grab my food while Max helps me down onto a chair they placed beside the neural link bed for me. I thank them both and while I eat I explain everything, well everything except my strange final interaction with Neteyam. I did not need Norm and Max teasing me about scaring him off. Plus, I’m not sure whether I am ready to admit how intensely his eyes had affected me. I admit, I may have overstepped my bounds with the Chief’s son. Which is not… good. I resolve myself to make up for it and to try to be a bit less mouthy, but it’s a little hard to know how much is too much when you’ve only socialized with around twenty people in the entirety of your life. Maybe I came on a little strong, so I'll try to be more respectful and a little less brash. Everyone else in my life is so used to my dry and sarcastic nature that I rarely offend them, but I’ve been told I’m a bit blunt.

Finally after a long ‘talk’, more like lecture, Norm and Max finally set me free, but not before they had me walk a bit and do some exercises to keep my legs strong. A couple easy stretches and a few laps around the lab with a promise to do more from now on was needed before I was able to lay down. The aching in my bones felt twice as strong, I had almost gotten used to not feeling the constant dull ache below my flesh. What a wonderful reminder! I need to understand that this blessing is double edged. I am now free to be able to accomplish things physically, but is it physical fulfillment I seek? Will this new body bring me the fulfillment I need? Or will it only remind me how human I really am. A part of me fears it will only serve to make my other deficiencies all the more obvious.

No. I cannot let myself ruin this opportunity with my fears, all I have ever done was listen to them. Now I must have courage, and stand tall despite the fear in my heart. I have to find it within myself to carve out a place on this planet, a way to stake a future in the dangerous Pandoran forest. A way to finally become who I was born to be.

@skeletondeerart @jackiehollanderr @anxietydrogz @farleyis

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(Un-) Lucky coincidence – 8

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary As dawn broke, Jenna and I shared a moment of intimacy before facing the day ahead. With mixed emotions about returning to school and an exciting interview for me, our unspoken feelings deepened, promising the potential for a transformative connection between us.

(btw, the mention remix is really one of my remixes, so if you want to listen, I’d really appreciate that)

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Jenna and I drifted off to sleep, finding comfort in each other's presence as our bodies pressed together, entwined like we were attached at the hip. As the night embraced us, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension for the day that lay ahead. Tomorrow marked my return to school for the last time before graduation, a day filled with the final preparations and organization for the upcoming ceremony. However, there was a part of me that felt nervous about stepping back into the school environment, knowing that some students were ardent fans of DJ Y/A/N. I wondered if they had any inkling that I was the person behind the mask. Nevertheless, curiosity mingled with anxiety, and I knew I would have to face it head-on.

The soft glow of dawn began to filter through the curtains as 7:30 a.m. approached, and we were woken up by Jenna's alarm going off. With a sleepy groan, she reached over to turn it off, and we both shared a knowing smile as we realized neither of us were particularly fond of early mornings. "Hey, good morning. Why does your alarm go off so early in the morning?" I murmured, my gaze lingering on Jenna. Even in her morning haze, she looked stunning, with her hair slightly tousled and her eyes not fully awake yet. "Good morning," she replied, stifling a yawn. "Uhh, I have to get up this early because I have an interview today. Sorry for not telling you earlier, I totally forgot." I chuckled softly, feeling grateful for the casual intimacy of our conversation. "No problem at all. Where is the interview taking place?" I asked curiously, genuinely interested in her upcoming endeavor. "It's at a studio near your school," she explained, her eyes meeting mine. A spark of excitement ignited within me. "Oh, if you want, I could take you there. I need to go back to school today anyways," I offered, eager to be of assistance to Jenna. A soft smile graced her lips as she replied, "That would be amazing, Y/N. Thank you. It'll be nice to have some company."

As we got ready for the day, I couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness to Jenna. It was as if our connection had deepened even further during the night, and the unspoken feelings between us added a layer of anticipation to our interactions. As we prepared to face the day ahead, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond we shared.

"Jenna, you look absolutely stunning in that suit and tie," I managed to say, my voice trembling with both nerves and admiration. Complimenting her felt like summoning a burst of courage from deep within me. Her eyes lit up, and a warm smile graced her lips. "Thank you," she replied, her cheeks blushing a delicate shade of pink. "But to be honest, I would much rather wear something out of your closet. Your style is effortlessly cool every day, and even today, you look really good. I'm a fan of your baggy street style." Her words sent my heart racing even faster, and I could feel the heat spreading across my cheeks. She was complimenting me, and I was struggling to contain my excitement and emotions. This was more than I had ever anticipated, and it felt like my feelings for Jenna were bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to spill over. "You're too kind," I managed to say, my voice slightly breathless. "I've always admired your style too, Jenna. Seeing you in that suit, it's just...wow." As the interview approached, we decided to get finally done together. The anticipation of the day ahead mixed with our unspoken feelings, creating a heady atmosphere of possibility and nervousness. Jenna and I stood there, caught in the moment, neither of us daring to make the first move. "Let's head to the car, shall we?" I finally managed to break the enchanting stare, my heart still pounding with anticipation. "Yeah, sure," Jenna replied, her cheeks tinted with a blush that mirrored my own. As we entered my car, I handed Jenna my phone, a small gesture of trust and comfort between us. "I'm the driver, so you're the DJ," I said with a smile, wanting her to feel at ease. "Feel free to play anything you want to listen to." Jenna's eyes sparkled with excitement as she scrolled through my music library, her finger finally landing on a particular track. "Okay, how about this one?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of mischievousness. As the music filled the car, I instantly recognized it as my newest remix: 'MDMA (Rock version) x Chris Lake & Lee Foss - Lies, Deception, And Fantasy (Original Mix)'. A mix of surprise and pleasure washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile. "Okay, I didn't expect that, but thank you," I replied, feeling my cheeks warm with a deeper blush. Jenna's choice of music spoke volumes, as if she knew me on a level that went beyond words. Despite the slight embarrassment, I couldn't deny how much I vibed with the mix, feeling a sense of connection and unity with Jenna in that moment. As the car cruised through the city streets, the music became nothing more than a pleasant background melody, because Jenna and I had our own starring moment. We turned our car ride into a live concert, singing at the top of our lungs, dancing like nobody was watching, and filling the car with laughter and joy. It was a reminder of the beautiful chaos that friendship could bring, where even the simplest moments turned into unforgettable memories.

The 20-minute car ride felt like a whirlwind of fun and excitement, but unfortunately, it came to an end all too soon. I still had two hours until my class started, and I wished time would slow down just so I could cherish every second with Jenna a little longer. "Would you mind sparing me a cigarette before all this starts?" Jenna asked, looking at me with a mischievous grin. "Sure, here you go," I replied, handing her a cigarette. We decided to stay in my car because its windows were heavily tinted, providing us with the perfect shelter to enjoy ourselves without worrying about being seen. "Oh, and don't worry about the smell, I have deodorant and perfume on me," I reassured her, wanting her to feel at ease. "You're literally the best. Thank you," Jenna said gratefully, her words making my heart skip a beat. In that moment, I realized how deeply I cared for her and how much I wanted to protect and cherish every single moment we shared. As we sat there, the sun casting a warm glow through the windows, we continued talking and laughing, delving into deeper conversations about life and dreams. Time seemed to stand still, allowing us to lose ourselves in the depth of our connection. In that intimate space, our guards came down, and my hidden feelings danced just beneath the surface. But I still weren't ready to confess them yet, choosing instead to savor the magic of the present moment. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just Jenna and me, cocooned in our little bubble of friendship and affection. I admired how the sunlight caught her hair, creating a halo of warmth around her, and I couldn't help but get lost in the way her eyes sparkled with every word she spoke. As the minutes passed, I found myself wanting to freeze time, to hold on to this moment forever. Reality beckoned, and I knew that Jenna probably had to get inside soon. As if she could read my thoughts, she asked, "Hey, do you want to come in? I mean, you'll have to learn the behind-the-scenes of everything, so come and just take a look." Her offer made my heart skip a beat, and I couldn't resist the chance to be by her side, to see her in her element. "Sure, I'd love to," I replied, trying to hide the excitement in my voice. She smiled warmly at me, and in that moment, I felt a rush of gratitude for having her in my life. I followed Jenna inside, stepping into a world of lights, cameras, and bustling energy.

The studio was abuzz with activity, each corner holding secrets of the entertainment industry. As I observed the organized chaos, Jenna introduced me to the crew, who greeted me with friendly smiles and welcoming gestures. Her presence beside me gave me a sense of comfort, as if she was my anchor in this unfamiliar territory. Let's fast forward to the moment of truth: my first interview. The publicist had heard about my DJing career and had seen all the headlines, and they were eager to be the first to interview me. To be honest, I wasn't sure if it was the best idea, given my nerves, but I couldn't pass up this opportunity. I stood there in my signature street style outfit, mostly RVD-branded clothing, and my hair thrown up in a messy bun.

The makeup artists and hairstylists worked their magic, giving me a quick touch-up, and then it was time to face the camera. As the interview began, my nerves were palpable. My heart raced, and I fidgeted slightly, trying to compose myself. "Hey, my name is DJ Y/A/N, also known as Y/N, and I was on my way to school when I ended up here," I introduced myself with a hint of nervous laughter. Throughout the interview, I tried to answer the questions as honestly and authentically as possible, but the butterflies in my stomach made it challenging. Jenna sat behind the camera, listening intently to every word I said. Knowing she was there, supporting me, gave me an inexplicable sense of security. Her encouraging smile and the occasional nod reassured me, making me feel like I wasn't alone in this new territory. Despite my nerves, I felt like I managed the interview fairly well. The crew seemed pleased with my responses, and as the camera stopped rolling, a wave of relief washed over me. I turned to Jenna, my heart full of gratitude. "Thank you for being here with me," I said, genuinely appreciative of her presence and hugged her She grinned, her eyes shining with pride. "You did great, Y/N. I knew you would. You're a natural," she praised, and I blushed at her compliment. In that moment, I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her, grateful for the unwavering support she always offered.

As we stepped outside for another cigarette, the air felt crisp against our skin, and the sound of the city bustle surrounded us. We continued our effortless conversation, discussing my interview and a myriad of other topics. It was as if there was an unspoken understanding between us, a connection that effortlessly flowed from one topic to another. Time seemed to slip away, but in those moments, it felt like we had all the time in the world. With a sense of reluctance, I glanced at the time and realized that I had to leave soon to attend my class. Jenna, ever thoughtful, suggested that she join me for lunch and wait in the library until my class was over so we could drive home together. Her presence during the day brought me comfort, and the prospect of spending more time together sounded like a perfect plan. "That would be amazing," I replied, my heart skipping a beat at the idea of having her by my side for a little while longer. I handed her my Hospital ID so she could access the library, knowing that she enjoyed reading.

As we walked back inside, I couldn't help but smile at the camaraderie we shared. It was incredible how well we got along, how we could always find something to talk about. It felt like we had known each other for much longer than we actually had. "You did so well in your interview, Y/N. You should be proud," Jenna said with genuine admiration in her eyes. Her words filled me with warmth, and a sense of pride swelled within me. Having her support meant everything to me. "I have to go now, but I'll see you later," Jenna said, her smile lighting up the room. She leaned in for another hug, and I wrapped my arms around her, cherishing the moment of closeness. The embrace felt different this time, as if there was an unspoken understanding lingering in the air. As we parted ways, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Excitement for the day we had shared, the connection we had strengthened, and the promise of more moments like this in the future. But there was also a hint of apprehension, as if we were teetering on the edge of something significant, something that had the potential to change the dynamics of our relationship forever. As I drove to my class, I couldn't help but replay the moments we had shared in my mind. The laughter, the conversations, the unspoken glances — all of it created a tapestry of emotions within me. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us together, to intertwine our lives in a way that felt destined.

A/N: I know there were no paparazzi mentioned but still brought in some media. FYI English isn’t my first language. I hope you like it

#jenna marie ortega #actors #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #the fallout #wednesday #wednsday addams

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