#my strength is being an annoying little shit lets work with that
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summary: Jenna helps you through an asthma attack. [request]
pairing: Jenna Ortega x gn!Reader
words: 1.5k
tw: asthma attack (is that something that needs a warning?), mentions of smoking, my crappy writing
a/n: hope this lives up to your expectations anon, (totally not inspired by that video of Jenna smoking)
*I don't have asthma myself so this is based on the little research I did, if it's not accurate I apologize
"Rough day at work?" You asked, watching as Jenna hurriedly put her cigarette out. Ignoring how you could already feel your lungs tightening with the smoke in the air.
"Jesus, y/n, you scared me."
You'd just gotten home, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed and fall asleep between the warm sheets. But you couldn't help but spot Jenna on the balcony, watching the bustling city below.
"Those things will kill ya, you know," You said, referring to the cigarette still burning in the ashtray.
"They'll kill you long before they kill me," She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, "You know you shouldn't be out here when I smoke."
"Yeah, yeah..." you scuffed your shoe along the ground, avoiding eye contact with the actress.
You hated being babied over your asthma, you hated Percy for getting her addicted to those stupid cigarettes, but most of all, you hated how the past week you've been so busy you've barely been able to see your girlfriend.
"Come on, let's go inside," She nodded her head to the door, but you made no indication of moving.
"I want to stay out here a little longer with you." You gave her those big puppy dog eyes, the ones you knew she couldn't deny. "It's nice out and I miss you."
"I don't want to trigger your asthma though,"
"Just for a little while, please?"
Part of you knew it was a bad idea, sitting in the chilly air where she'd been smoking only moments ago. But you didn't want to go in just yet. It was nice out, the cool breeze felt good against your skin, even though it pierced through your lungs. It was fairly quiet for once, despite the city below and the soft hum of Jenna's music in the background.
She sighed and her shoulders dropped. How could she ever say no to those adorable eyes? "Fine, but the minute you start coughing we're going inside,"
"Deal."
You weren't going to tell her how you'd been battling your asthma all day, nor how the second you stepped outside you could feel your chest tighten, your breathing becoming just a tad more labored. All that would do is make her worry more, and she worries about you enough already.
You leaned against the railing next to Jenna, taking in the scenery below. She took the blanket that'd been wrapped around her shoulders and draped it around the both of you, cuddling into your side.
"How was work?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"Annoying." You scoffed, "My producer was in a bad mood all day, it was like trying to work with an overgrown toddler."
"And the new album?" She pushed herself into your side, wrapping herself around you. You could make out the smell of smoke on her and the blanket, which your lungs were not happy about.
"It's coming along, still has a long way to go," a small cough wracked your body and you could make out the worried look on her face from the corner of your eye.
You went to take a deep breath, to steady yourself, only it was like your lungs couldn't inflate. You'd had asthma attacks before, but this one felt different, worse. It was like breathing through a paper straw with an elephant sitting on your chest.
"y/n?"
You could barely hear her call out to you through the coughing and the dull ringing in your ears.
No, no, no... Not now...
"I- I can't-"
Jenna's whole attention was on you now. You were putting almost all your weight on the railing in front of you, not having the strength to hold yourself up at the moment. You started wheezing in-between coughing, the look on your face told her all she needed to know.
"Shit." She ran inside, racing to the bathroom to grab your spare inhaler.
When she got back, you were sitting on the floor, your back against the railing.
You weren't coughing much anymore, mostly wheezing, possibly on the verge of hyperventilating. You couldn't think straight, the lack of air and the onset of panic muddling your thoughts. All you could focus on was the rapid rise and fall of your chest, how your lungs didn't feel like they were inflating at all, or if they were even working. It was hell.
Jenna was doing her best to stay calm. Panicking right now would only make things worse for you, but she was worried. She hadn't seen you have an attack this bad in a while.
She shook the inhaler before popping the cap off. She kneeled in front of you and slid the inhaler into your hand, guiding it toward your face.
It took you a moment to figure out what was happening. There was an inhaler in your hand, inches from your face, and Jenna was kneeling in front of you looking terrified.
You did your best to take a deep breath, it was almost painful, like trying to break through your ribcage from the inside out. You pushed the inhaler to your mouth and pushed down on the top. There was a rush of cool air as you inhaled. Your lungs were burning, aching for any sort of air they could get, your chest rising and falling faster as they started bringing in more air.
It took another puff from the inhaler before you finally started to settle. Your breathing finally slowed to a semi-normal pace.
"Talk to me, love," Jenna was hovering in front of you, concern etched into her features.
"Inside, please," You managed to get out between heavy breaths.
Jenna helped you up. Slinging one of your arms around her shoulders as she helped you inside and onto the couch.
Your chest still ached from all the coughing, and your throat felt like it was on fire. You could already feel the medicine kicking in, your chest wasn't nearly as tight, and your hands were starting to shake.
"How can I help?" Jenna asked, cupping your face in her hands. You'd barely noticed the tear tracks streaming down your face, the way your vision blurred from unshed tears. But it didn't escape Jenna's attention. She wiped away the tears with her thumbs, making sure to be as gentle as possible.
"Water?"
"Of course," She had to stop herself from sprinting to the kitchen, settling instead on a fast-paced walk so she wouldn't look like a madman running off.
You gave her a weak smile, gratefully taking the water from her. It felt like magic against the back of your throat, like rain in the middle of a drought.
"Anything else?" she asked, a little less worried now that your breathing had mostly returned to normal.
"Cuddles?" You asked, making grabby hands toward your girlfriend, wanting nothing more than to forget about your shitty day and fall asleep.
She giggled, grabbing your hands and intertwining your fingers with her own, placing a gentle kiss on the back of one of your palms.
"Ok, but let me shower first." You pouted, not liking the idea of having to separate from Jenna, "I'll only be a few minutes. I just want to get the smell of smoke off me."
"Fineeee"
Normally, Jenna liked to take scalding hot showers, bask in the warm water and let the day's worries melt away. But not tonight. She took a shower as quickly as she could, not wanting to leave your side for very long, not when it wouldn't take much for you to have another episode.
When Jenna got out of the shower, she found you still in the living room, sprawled out across the couch asleep. You still had your inhaler clutched in one hand, holding it close to your chest as if you were scared to have another attack in the middle of the night.
She hated seeing you like this, and she hated not being able to help you even more. One of her greatest fears was you not being able to get to your inhaler in time, essentially dying from suffocation. The idea scared her half to death and put an ache in her heart she never wanted to feel again.
She didn't want to move you, you looked too peaceful on the couch, but she didn’t want to leave you alone either. So she settled on the idea of sleeping on the couch with you instead.
She went into your bedroom, yanking one of the blankets off the bed, and carrying it into the living room. She gently took the inhaler from your hand, making sure to set it within arm's reach on the coffee table.
You woke up to the feeling of her hands in yours. A feeling you adored, "Cuddles now?" You asked, trying to fight off the urge to fall back asleep.
"Sure," She laid down with you, letting you get comfortable between her legs as you laid your head on her chest. She covered the both of you with the blanket, making sure you were cozy.
"Love you," You mumbled, barely awake as you let the sound of her heartbeat lull you to sleep.
"I love you too," She whispered, gently brushing a few strands of hair from your eyes.
#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x fem!reader#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x gn!reader#void-wolfie
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Spoiled: Dick Grayson x reader
Summary: Women's day with Dick.
Warning: a little innuendo at the end, but no worries, minors allowed ;)
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After knowing each other for a few years they became a couple in June, hence 8th March of a current year was their first International Women’s Day together.
Well- to say the whole truth – it was her first IWD with him, but the point stood.
And Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-way when it came to his girlfriend(s).
Since he might have fucked up Valentines’ day (in his defense he wasn’t entirely sure of how she felt about it since there was never even a hint on her part that she wanted to celebrate it and their relationship was still kind of fresh) it was obvious he had to make up for it, by giving her the best 8th March celebration ever.
“Morning sweetheart.”
At this point she should have been used to him visiting her apartment in the most abnormal morning hours, coming back from his Nightwinging-shit. Regardless, being torn from the sleep by his blue and black silhouette and domino mask, sometimes with the widest, charming, boyish grin and some other with blood and injuries all over was something she couldn’t move past.
“mmhmh….” She muttered rolling on her side in the bed to check the hour. 5 am. 5 am at fucking Friday. “are you hurt….?” Poor girl couldn’t even find any strength to bash him.
“no, not exactly—”
“then I’m sure it can wait for two or three hours? Come on, Grayson. I start my shift at 9 today, let me have some more rest….”
“But—” Dick frowned taking off his mask and studying her silhouette curled under the cover, one leg still in the dreamland. Did she really forget what day was it today?
“Mh. Just shut up and come here….” She mumbled again lifting the hem of the blanket, silently inviting him in and it actually did lift his spirits.
As quick as possible he stripped of his suit and slid into the bed next to her, immediately wrapping arms around her waist pulling her close. Unsure whether it was him looking for comfort and assurance he would always have someone to come home to, or rather him giving her love and warmth and safety – a must have for a woman.
“Y/n….” he whispered in her ear, running fingers up and down her back soothingly, creating the atmosphere of intimacy and love.
“The hell you want?” she snuggled closer
“Best wishes…”
“What…?” she raised her head, searching his eyes, all the sleepiness leaving her at once “you sure you’re not injured? Like – your head for example? My b-day are in September, our anniversary is in June, I didn’t win a lottery, there’s no occasion today so what are you talking about?”
“Y/N! baby!” Dick laughed pecking the top of her nose playfully “come on, think for a moment!”
“It’s 5 a.m. are you seriously asking me to freaking think?”
“What kind of special day do we have in March?”
“World Self-harm Awareness Day?”
“What?” he laughed whole-heartedly “that’s really the first thing that came to your pretty little head?”
“Jerk.”
“Come on baby… Flowers, chocolates, fancy dates…”
“Are you trying to remind me you fucked up Valentines’ Day?”
“It was not me! It was Nightwing’s fault.”
“Oh yeah, right. Blame your alter ego and you’re on a highway to split personality. Seriously what-“ she lift herself, a bit annoyed at his games now and her eyes landed on the calendar on the wall, noticing the date marked in a red circle and an exclamation mark. “Oh….”
“You there now?” Dick smirked
“I hate you Grayson-“ she muttered leaning forward to kiss him softly
“Just wait till you see what I planned for the day.”
***
Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-assed.
Wait? Did I already say that? Too bad.
Dick Grayson was not known for doing anything half-assed.
Such a shame that the festive day was taking place on Friday, cause otherwise he would lock her inside the apartment keeping her all to himself and spoiling her on the entire day.
But it was obvious from the get go that she was not going to skip a work day and there was no way to stop her (power girl simply liking her work, it was not a crime).
On the bright side – it was the perfect opportunity to extend the celebration on a whole weekend.
Starting from having the perfect evening.
Y/N could only do as little as step inside the apartment, after work, exhausted after all week with her brain becoming a jello, legs giving up, when she was snatched by a pair of strong arms and held close to a broad warm chest. And the contented sigh that escaped her lips was definitely not a sign of complaint.
"Missed you my beautiful woman."
"I can tell." she chuckled in response, glad to be back home to him.
"Now come on, pick up your prettiest dress and we're going out.'
"We're what?" that was unexpected "and what do you mean prettiest dress? I don’t have any dresses-"
"Good thing your boyfriend thought of that too-" Dick grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom where the most elegant and a bit revealing (but still chic) piece of clothing was spread on the bed.
"Grayson...." no matter how much she tried to deny her own instincts there was no way to stop herself from running fingers over the soft silky fabric and delighting in its sensation on her skin. She could only imagine how it would feel having that masterpiece hugging her body.
"Do you like it?"
"Like it?" she turned to face him, her eyes showing all the adoration of the gift. "But - I can't accept it. I mean - I'm sure it was--"
"Don't you dare saying it."
"But-"
"I bought it for you, you hear me? Because you deserve it, because I love you, because you're my woman and I’m your man." he grabbed her by the waist spinning her around and pulling to him. The fact that he was towering over her, holding her so firmly and giving her that man-like look silenced all her words of opposition. “Accept it, okay? Accept the fact that there’s me in your life now.”
“Right. The great, famous, handsome Dick Grayson the Wayne prodigy”
“Did you say handsome?” he smirked causing her to roll her eyes “seriously Y/N, I’m in your life. To stay. So the sooner you get used to unexpected gifts and surprises and being treated like a woman the better.”
“You still fucked up Valentine’s day.”
“You’ll be reminding me of that till the rest of my life, won’t you?”
“Of course.” She ginned playfully leaning to kiss him “I’m a woman. We collect such thing to use them as a potential argument in a quarrel.” She winked and this time it was him who rolled his eyes at her antics before silencing her with a proper make out session.
***
Clearly the dress was not enough for him.
Clearly taking a private Wayne jet and flying to NY was not enough for him.
He had to make a reservation at the most exquisite restaurant in the country. With the table in the secluded part of the spot, on the balcony with the perfect view on the night skyline, illuminated by the millions of little bright flickering lights.
And despite all that wonders all over them his eyes were focused solely on her.
From the way she looked in that dress (smoking hot, cause he knew what he was choosing after all), through the way her eyes were shining, hair flowing and cheeks flushing all the way to the fact that she finally allowed herself to relax and not overthinking all the stuff about expenses or being demanding.
Dream come true.
Living a fantasy when he grabbed her hand over the table and planted a soft kiss on her knuckles looking deep into her eyes.
Getting lost in their own private paradise when after the dinner they were just standing next to the railing, enjoying the peace and calmness, his arms around her waist, her back to his chest, not caring about problems, stuff to do or other people.
It was not often they could indulge and Dick was not going to miss the opportunity of being free for one night, able to plant little soft kisses on her neck, whispering soft words of love and feeling her body so close to him, while the a sign on the hotel room door clearly announced that guests requested privacy.
The silkiness of the sheets paled in comparison to the softness and delicacy of her skin and lips.
And the silence that was punctuated by her soft sighs and breathy words couldn't have been more perfect.
His woman.
Her man.
World could wait.
After all what could it do in a clash with a blooming love?
#dick grayson x reader#nightwing x reader#dick grayson x you#nightwing x you#dick grayson smut#nightwing smut#dick grayson x y/n#nightwing x y/n#dick grayson fluff#nightwing fluff
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Part 2 of my Paris special commentary (Part 1 here) because Tumblr is an ass and has a word limit.
Disclaimer: This is long asf.
Marinette here playing 5D chess, queen shit.
The most important thing the special confirmed is that Gabe added the word "dark" to his transformation phrase on purpose cause he's a dramatic bitch.
I am here for Claw Noir mocking Gabe. Go off, king.
"Oh nO, iT WAs aN IlLusIon!" That giggle is adorable. She's so cute.
Ladyfly is an ass name, but she looks so great.
Not Gabe getting annoyed at Claw Noir's teasing. See, now this is why we stan Claw Noir on this blog.
Gabe's plan isn't half bad, actually.
Symbolism? In my children's cartoon? It's more likely than you think.
They're having a pun-off.
RIP Chat Noir's ear.
Gabe got feathered lmao
Monarch dipped like a little bitch.
A mirror, I called it. It'll make for some nice symbolism.
"Let alone a calm and gentle mom" I wonder what Sabine is like in their world to make Emonette feel like she's so alone.
I like how they handled the villains tbh. I wasn't a fan of making it seem like Marinette was one step away from becoming a supervillain at all times, but it seems less like that's the case and more like The Supreme took advantage of her suffering and vulnerability at her lowest moments.
It's also nice that they established that Shady and Claw weren't the actual big bads and are just hurt kids who got recruited into a fight they weren't ready for. Their motivation isn't some rehash of Gabriel's, they are literally trying to survive under the rule of someone who will kill them if they don't do his bidding, and because of whom they're dying. Their life is literally full of suffering and they're trying to find something that'll give them a way out. Shady wants Marinette's life, and Claw Noir wants his mother back.
Like, it doesn't excuse their actions, but it does add a more humane element to them that lends itself better to the kind of redemption Miraculous likes to do, which is to fix things with a speech. That's why this redemption works, and Gabe's doesn't.
Anyway.
The back and forth between Chat Noir and Claw Noir was pretty funny ngl.
And we discover that Claw Noir wants his mother back. Of course.
MY POOR BABY
When Marinette was talking about how she was also angry and hurt, but chose to love herself and the world around her and chose to try and fix it... that hit hard. Honestly, it did. It's everything I love about Marinette in one speech. I love it.
And then onto my personal favorite scene in the entire special, possibly in the entire show.
That whole conversation was powerful. "I'm as well as I can be anyway," that's so profound. Like, of course you aren't going to be 100% okay after losing someone you love, but Adrien wants to move on and be happy like his mother would have wanted him to. This scene really showcases Adrien's empathy and his strength, when he acknowledges that having no friends can make it harder for Claw Noir to move on, and then he tells him that only he can make the choice to stop being alone. And that's really true. This scene really showcases everything amazing about Adrien, his hope and optimism, his empathy and his strength. How he finds the strength to keep going by choosing to not be alone. It's beautiful.
Like, it could have been so easy for both Marinette and Adrien to give into their darkest impulses, and Shadybug and Claw Noir really are just representations of how letting your hurt overpower you can lead you down a dark path, and it really highlights their strength, that they choose to make the right choices everyday, despite everything. It really highlights their characters and their arcs. And they're able to take everything they've learned, and look at what they could have been in the eyes and help them change too. It's so poetic.
It would have been a little more impactful if the show had spent more than 10 minutes out of 5 seasons focusing on Adrien's grief and how it has impacted him, but whatever.
Anyway, it also had some Adrien and Nino friendship crumbs, and I'll be darned if I didn't gobble it up like a starved animal. Also, we have confirmation that "Space Mutants vs. Ghost Shark" is Nino's favorite movie, so Nino stans please say "thank you Paris special."
And they are REDEEMED.
Shadybug fixes everything with her Lucky Charm after spending the whole special making destructive ones. My heart.
Shadybug and Claw Noir stop being evil and immediately go from hating each other's guts to flirting shamelessly. They just speedran enemies to lovers in a matter of seconds. They literally just defaulted to flirting. Truly, the natural state of Ladynoir in any universe. We stan.
Gotta be honest, I'm not a fan of the new designs. Wish they had kept the old ones. I'm one of those people whose toxic trait is liking Claw Noir's design, so I'm a little unhappy with it, but hey, it's a sweet scene.
Also, Claw Noir's hair went from the color of rotten bananas to ripe bananas. If that was intentional, I applaud the writers for being both profound and funny as hell.
Aaaaaaand Gabe is back, because we can't have nice things.
The montage going through different realities was great, it was small but I enjoyed it.
They're literally so cute omg. Couple behaviors fr. I'm so obsessed with them.
HUGS
POUND IT
They're holding hands... already... like they're in love... I'm so emotional... I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS
And they're gone. But their adventures will continue forever in my mind and in my fanfics. And in other people's art that I will ravenously consume.
Cute Alya and Marinette scene. This is really sweet, I love the exploration of the impact Alya has had on Marinette's life.
And now, I'm not an Alyanette shipper, but I think they should kis- oh, wait, never mind, they did it.
And thus, the endless night comes to an end (it happened a while ago but that's just semantics).
Final thoughts
I really loved this so much. Sure, there were some exposition dumps that probably should have happened in the actual series, but that's not the fault of this special. This is probably my bias talking but this is the best special and it's literally perfect, no I will not take any constructive criticism on that. This, this special and everything in it, this is what Miraculous is all about. This is exactly what I wanted, this is what I signed up for. It's literally the best thing ever to come out of this entire show.
#MLB#Miraculous Ladybug#Adrien Agreste#Marinette Dupain Cheng#Gabriel Agreste#Alya Cesaire#Ladybug#Shadybug#Chat Noir#Cat Noir#Claw Noir#Toxinelle#Griffe Noire#Ubiquity#Hesperia#Monarch#Hawkmoth#Betterfly#Miraculous World#ML Paris Special#My meta#ML Spoilers#ML Paris Spoilers#Shadyclaw#Ladynoir#Adrienette#Meta
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Jockifacation
Being one of the smartest nerds in school sometimes had it perks, I mean sure most of the nerds got bullied and treated like shit by a lot of the school, especially the sports teams, but there were a few of us that were able to escape from the public humiliation that comes with being a nerd
Us top tier nerds, as I like to call us, we’re the ones that the Dean had picked to help tutor some of the more important students, like the ones who parents had made large Contributions, and the sports team, that all he really cared about, the people that really mattered.
As usual, the dean gave us nerds a heads up that a pop quiz was coming in some of the different classes we all shared with the assigned person that we’re in charge of making sure pass
The guy I was in charge of was one of the basketball players, his name was jake
He wasn’t the dumbest jock in the school, and thank god for that, I feel bad for the guy that had Brad, bro might have retard strength but also the intelligence of one.
atleast I can work with jake, might be annoying with his slow ability to grasp concepts and the constant side stories about the team, his latest conquest, how All this school work is pointless cause he’s gonna be a professional some day… etc
Jake was from a small red neck town and Texas and you could tell, he kinda stood out here in California with his accent and very little understanding of basic algebra, I guess they didn’t teach that were he’s from
it was probably around midnight when I finally got him to remember and be able to apply The Quadratic Formula, now Hopfully he can maintain it for 12 hours
“Aye bro thanks for helping me out with all this math shit, if you ever need anything partner just let me know” he said getting up to stretch
I got up to stretch too and crack my back
“I mean not unless you can make it so I don’t have to stay up late night tutoring members of the team because the dean demands it haha” i said laughing and smiling a sleepy smile at him
“Shiiiiit cuz, I got you just put this hat on” he said taking his hat off and handing it to me
“I mean thanks for the symbolic gesture but I don’t think a hat will do much” i said staring at it in my hands
“Just put it on bro, and you’ll be a part of the team” he said reaching over to guide it and place it on my head
“So is that it? Am I part of the team now haha?”
“Nah bruh, you gotta turn it backwards to start the uh, process”
“Start what process? some sort of initiati-“
I said as I felt it start
“Initiation? initially? Initials? No bro, initiation, god dam I had a brain fart for a minute there bruh haha…” I said stumbling on my words
“Bro? Bruh? What’s happening I don’t use those words!?” I thought to myself as my eyes started to glaze over
“There you go cuz, it’s starting, don’t worry, you should be a full fledged member in a few minutes, then you’ll never have to worry about tutoring again haha, the process kills quite a bit of brain cells” he said sitting back down smiling as he slowly closed his eyes
I tried to get up and take the hat off but I could barely move as I felt my mind weakening and my body was in too much pain as it reshaped it’s self to move
I could feel my thoughts get slower as my body changed more and more
“Mhmmmm b-b-bro h-help” I was able to mumble out, able to hear my voice getting lower
“Just let it take its course” Jake said not budging
My long shaggy hair got shorter and receded back into my scalp until it was short enough to fit inside the cap
My acne disappeared until my face was smooth and I could feel my face reorganizing itself, wholes appearing in my ears for some new giant fake earrings
Next was my sweatshirt I wore to hide my skinny frame dissolved into my skin as it looked like I gained 25 pounds of muscles as my arms became swole and my chest became hard with 6 pack abs from years of working out
“No that’s not right, I never spent years working out, going to the gym, I read books all the time and prepared for tests, played dnd with my nerd friends”
“Nerd friends? I don’t have those, I might skip leg day and not be on any teams but they always considered me a honorary member right?”
Next most of my jeans dissolved into my legs as my calf’s gain muscles from practicing in the gym and on the court with my fellow team mates
“Nah bruh, something about this isn’t right bro” I said standing up suddenly realizing I can move again
“But uh bruh I can’t remember what” I said taking the cap off to scratch my head
Jake looked over and jumped up looking concerned and walked over grabbing the cap
“It’s fine bro, we was just getting ready to go to a party, but the bitch hosting it sent out a text saying not to come for another hour, there was an issue getting the alcohol, we all know how much you like to drink cuz haha”
“Oh ok” I said setting down on the couch… some small part of me was screaming not to wear the cap but it was kinda stupid cause let’s be honest, I look hot wearing this cap
I put the cap back on and closed my eyes for a few seconds
I hadn’t noticed how weird I looked since my jeans weren’t exactly gone but were now Jean shorts
Didn’t matter tho cause my jeans morphed into some white shorts with a red strip to match my cap, right after that my underwear morphed into some tight American eagle pair as I felt my dick grow from 2 inches soft, to 4 soft.
“I can’t wait to go the party ima fuck so many bitches tonight” I thought to myself giggling like a dummy
Wait that isn’t right? I don’t get any bitches on my dick, no one wants to be with a small dick nerd, a 4 inch hard on is pathetic.
“Man what was that thought? I’m not a nerd! I’m a fucking jock bruh! And 4 inches being pathetic? Maybe hard, but that’s me just soft, I’m atleast 6 inches hard. never really cared to measure, chicks always seemed to love it when I fucked them, and if they think I’m small, their just fucking loose pussy bitches!” I thought to myself as I started getting hard pitching a tent
I opened my eyes to see Jake smiling at me
“Wtf you looking at bro? You gay or someshit? I mean that’s fine but just don’t try no shit with me bro” I said mean mugging him
“Nah bro, looks like you got some business to take care of, I’ll uh, be in the bathroom for a bit cuz” Jake said getting up to go to the bathroom
A small voice in my head was telling me something’s wrong, take the cap off, who wears hats inside?
But I decided there was something more pressing, and it’s in my pants
I pulled my shorts down to see my dick straining against my underwear, I pulled them down to let my dick flap out
I grabbed it to feel emence pleasure
I could feel something inside of me traveling down to my balls but I didn’t care, the pleasures were to much, felt like I’ve never jerked off before…
It only took me a few minutes for me to cum my brains out, figuratively and literally unbeknownst to my new jock brain, losing what little remains of my nerd personality, and 55 iq points, taking me down from 145 to 90.
“Fuck bro that felt great haha, i don’t know why I came so fast, must just be a fluke or something” I said to myself
Just then jake walked back outside
“Ya that happens to everyone at first when they go though the process of becoming a jock” he said smirking
“What you mean becoming a jock? I’ve always been one dude” I said a bit offended he didn’t think I’m a jock, I’ve hung out with jake for years now!
“Bro, we’re are we right now?!” Jake said throwing his hands up and looking around dramatically
“Uh my room” i said
“Ya and look at it, it’s a room for a nerd” he said looking at me with a look of annoyance on his face.
“Oh god, your right, I gotta change this shit bro, babes aren’t gonna find this attractive” i said looking horrified of my nerdy room
“Dam straight cuz, it’s ok, you just went from a nerd to a jock boy after all haha, it’s to be expected, especially with memory loss of your old life” he said with a smile on his face
“Now let’s go to a late night party” he said walking towards me throwing a arm around my shoulder and walking us towards the door
“Wait, so you’re saying I use to be a nerd? Ew what the fuck bro… is there anyway that I’m gonna turn back into a faggy ass nerd?” I said concerned
“Nah bruh, once you cum after the transformation it’s permanent, your one of us now dude, I hope you like it haha” he said laughing
“Ya I don’t really remember being a nerd but I bet that shit sucked ass compared to being a jock that can pull bitches haha, and good, I wouldn’t ever wanna go back despite what that voice in my head was crying about” i said laughing
“Oh that voice? Don’t worry about it, just like your chance to go back to your old life, it disappeared when you cummed” he said laughing smacking me on the back
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Discipline
Series Masterlist
Part one
Summary: Jake is sent to teach you discipline within the rules of the Omaticaya, from which you are constantly rebelling. Except...he finds unorthodox methods that get you to behave.
Warnings: smut, smut, smut. Jake being a hard, hard dom. Degradation. Dub con, I think. Uh. Spanking. Jake treats you like a whore, ngl. If I miss anything, please lmk.
Jake Sully had made one hell of an effort to fit in. He'd bended over backwards just to become part of the Omaticaya clan. He'd become Toruk Macto and fought the Sky People and everyone had come to love and admire him. He'd been through hell and back, and then he'd been transferred to his Na'vi body, and still, he was doing his utmost effort to fit in.
And it pissed him off because you—You pissed him off.
You were a native, already part of the clan, and yet, you didn't care. You hated following rules, you were always pissed at your parents, at traditions, at fitting in. And the crazy thing was, they let you. Everyone around you just knew it. They weren't happy about you, or your defiance, but they just accepted it. Sometimes, he saw, they excluded you, but you didn't seem to mind. You seemed almost glad that they left you to your own.
And that angered him. He'd done so much to fit in, and so much was still expected of him, it wasn't fair that you were just left to do as you pleased.
It was an incessant little thorn of rage within him that refused to dissipate. He tried to push it away, but the more he did, the more he found himself really angered towards you.
That's why he was so surprised—and, honestly, a little pleased—when you finally seemed to get on Mo'at's nerves and she decided you could no longer go along without discipline. She said you were to start small, with everything you'd refused to learn and do since you were a teenager, which is when your rebellion had begun.
And, just his luck, Mo'at asked Jake to help.
“She would do well to learn from someone like you,” she'd told him. “Disciplined and determined and strong.”
And now, here he was. Teaching you to use a bow, teaching you how to stand and to straighten your arms, correcting your posture and poking your stomach in so you'd strengthen the muscles there.
You were annoyed. He could see your eyes, bright with anger, your ears flattened back, and every time his hands met your skin, you'd bare your teeth silently at him.
“You're not listening,” he accuses, pushing your elbow higher, correcting your shoulder's stance. “Stand straight, arms straight, shoulders squared. Otherwise, your aim and the force of your arrow will be wrong.”
He pushes against your stomach again as he tells you, “Your strength must come from the muscles here.”
You hiss at him again, baring your teeth. “Touch me one more time, I'll bite you,” you snarl.
He is unfazed. “Back straight. Eyes forward. Aim carefully—”
You let go of the arrow. It flies in a perfect, straight line, full of strength, and lands on the tree, right where Jake had drawn a target. Your arrow lands in the center, piercing right through the white circle. A perfect shot.
You glance over at him, raising an eyebrow as if challenging him to tell you that you can't work a bow and an arrow.
The thing is, you did learn. In your spare time, on your own, and you'd gotten pretty good at it. You just weren't eager to fall in with the other Na'vi. Mostly because you'd grown up, trying to impress everyone around you, and eager to please everyone, and one day, you grew tired of it. Why should you live your life for other people?
Jake glares at you, amber eyes boring into your face. “I didn't instruct you to shoot,” he points out.
“I still hit the target,” you deadpan. “As you can see, I don't need you to teach me shit. I can handle myself.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You will not do that again,” he orders. “You will go fetch your arrow and then you will follow my instructions.”
You roll your eyes and drop the stance, irritated. “Here's your bow,” you tell him, holding the weapon out to him.
His yellow eyes fall down to the bow but he makes no move to grab it.
You push it against his chest but he still doesn't take it, so you let it fall to the ground.
His gaze follows the weapon to the floor before he glances back at you. “Pick it up.”
“No,” you respond. “All you've done is feel me up, tell me what I don't do right, and pretend to give me orders. Frankly, I just don't want to keep it up. So, thanks for wasting my time,” you spit sarcastically, “but I won't be doing it again.”
You turn away from him, ready to climb up your favorite tree and be free from everyone around you, but he grabs you by the wrist and harshly pulls you back to face him.
“Pick the bow up and go fetch your arrow,” he insists, his voice a growl. His grip around your wrist is tight, enough to hurt a little.
“Let go of me,” you demand, snarling, your sharp canines bared.
“I don't want to be here, and yet I am,” he spits. “I'm here because of you; the least you could do is be fucking respectful.”
“Respectful?” you scoff. “You think spending an hour trying to teach me something I already know how to do is respectful? Being condescending and patronizing and pretending you're better than me just because you ache to kiss everyone's ass—that's what you think is respectful?” You snarl at him. “It's fucking ridiculous. You're asking for something from me that you haven't deserved. So, no. I will not be respectful until I deem you worthy of my respect.”
He tugs you closer, your wrist aching beneath his grip. “What? You think I want this? You think I'm here because I enjoy it?” He sneers. “Trust me, girl, I would rather be anywhere but here. You're a pain in the ass.”
“If you don't wanna be here, then, why are you here?” you demand.
He frowns at you. “I'm here because you behave like a spoiled little brat. A bitch who aches to get in trouble and needs to be put in her place.”
You wrench your wrist out of his hand. Baring your teeth and folding your ears backward, you snarl, “You pretend to put me in my place, halfling?”
Something flashes in his eyes, something wicked and enraged and...hot. It boils within his amber gaze, sending a shudder through you. He growls at you, canines showing and somewhere within you, the most primitive, instinctive part of you is delighted with his rage, attracted and even eager to see how far you can push him.
Jake has had enough. He is sick and tired of your attitude. He is annoyed at you, pissed at the way you look at him, unfazed, the way you constantly bare your teeth and hiss, the way your ears fold backwards. And he hates the way you smell. Your scent is thick, sweet, intoxicating, and it only furthers to infuriate him.
But then, when he growls at you, your stance changes. Your eyes shine bright, even through their narrowed hatred. Your ears fold backward against your head, but not in annoyance...in submission. And your scent...it grows stronger, and it makes his chest tighten with sudden animalistic lust.
“Do you need me to put you in your place, girl?” he questions, but his voice grows husky, rough.
You shudder visibly, eyes fluttering a little closed.
Jake's other hand moves up to your neck and he holds you tight, your air coming into your lungs with some effort. “You do, huh,” he hums, grinning cockily, teeth showing.
“I don't,” you respond, but it comes out as a purr. Embarrassed, you close your eyes and attempt to turn your face away from him, but his hand around your neck holds you in place.
“Where should I start, girl?” he asks lowly, leaning in, his breath fanning across your face.
“Let me go,” you snap, but your voice is weak and shaky, clearly hungry—hungry for him.
He chuckles and tsks. “If you won't tell me, I'll have to figure it out on my own.”
His hand releases your wrist and travels to cup your face. He grabs your cheek and drags his thumb down your lips, eyes catching on your plump lip as he caresses it. He inhales a sharp breath as he snakes his thumb into your mouth, pressing his digit down against your tongue.
You groan in protest, but your resolve falters and you end up humming softly, in a wordless plead for more.
He pulls his finger out of your mouth and trails it down your chest, under your beaded necklace and around a breast. He massages your tit, eyes locked on yours, as you pant softly. He pinches your nipple between his forefinger and his middle finger, making you whine softly, back arching and forcing your chest further into his touch.
“It seems this is the only way to put you in your place, huh, girl?” he hums, inching his face down to your chest. “By treating you like the dirty little slut you are.”
You mewl softly, pussy clenching around nothing, folds dripping.
“Yeah, that's right,” Jake continues, voice dangerously low. His mouth reaches your chest, his tongue maneuvering around your beaded necklace and suckling on your nipple. “You're a little whore, aren't you? Just acting up because you want some cock. Isn't that right, girl?” he says against your nipple, tongue spelling the words across your sensitive breast. You sigh gently even though there's still a sliver of you that wants to punch him away for being so good with his tongue.
He moves his head to your other breast, licking your other nipple as one of his hands trails down your torso, past your lower stomach, to your thigh and under your loincloth. Hi middle finger is rough and calloused as it trails between your folds, tracing all the way up from your entrance to your clit. You groan softly and he rubs circles against the nerve-packed bud, making your hips buck against his touch.
He removes his mouth from your tit and licks his way up to your neck. As he places wet, open-mouthed kisses against your throat, his thick finger slithers down to your slit. He pushes it inside you with ease, your spongy insides tight around his digit.
You gasp gently as he snakes his ring finger into you as well, curling both fingers against a spot inside you that makes your back arch.
He chuckles quietly, almost sadistically. “There it is.”
He continues to fondle you, movements rough but measured, carefully angled to make you jerk with each curl of his digits. His mouth reaches your jaw, nipping at your skin, and your body is trembling with frustration.
You moan gently, making him growl in response. “You're gonna say my name, girl,” he promises. “You're gonna beg me to fuck you, beg me to make you come, beg me to fill you up with my come.”
You writhe in place, barely held up by your weakening legs, but you shake your head. “I don't beg,” you gasp out, eyes shut tight from the pressure building within you.
“Still being a brat, I see,” Jake says. “It seems you still need to be disciplined, girl.”
He pulls his fingers out of you, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you over to a large rock that rests by a stream. He sits on the rock and pulls you to him, draping you across his lap.
You struggle to push yourself up and get out of his grasp, but he presses a hand against the small of your back, holding you in place. You can feel his cock, hard as a rock, press against your stomach.
His other hand caresses your inner thigh, teasing its way up to your ass.
“First lesson for you: you don't say no to me,” he says, spanking your ass, making the pain whip through you with such force, the breath is knocked from your lungs. “Count them.”
You shake your head again, and he spanks you once more. “I wasn't asking, girl. You will count them, just like you will beg for my cock.” He spanks you harshly, and a soft gasp leaves your parted lips. “You know how to count, yes?”
You nod feebly.
“Then count.” He spanks you once more and you tremble in his grasp, skin slick with sweat from the pain and the pleasure.
“Four,” you say, voice shaky.
He spanks you, a little softer this time.
“Five,” you announce.
“That's good. Atta girl.” His hand falls to the skin of your ass, the sound reverberating against the foliage around you.
“Six.”
Another spank, another little whimper from you as you manage, “Seven.”
“That's right. If you keep being a good little slut, I just might eat your wet little cunt,” he offers, and something within you purrs, eager to have his smart little mouth between your thighs.
He spanks, you count. You're not sure how long it goes on for, but you do know that you eventually start mixing numbers, saying the first one that comes to mind, not really keeping track. Tears are streaming down your face, lips open, breathing heavy, your own spit coating your chin.
With one final spank that you barely feel from how numb your ass has become, Jake says, “Have I made myself clear, girl?”
You nod, eagerly. “Yes, sir. I-I won't say no to you.”
He chuckles, the sound making your already-soaked cunt drip even more. “You're gonna behave now, aren't you, baby?”
You nod again. “Yes, sir.”
He lifts you up wordlessly, placing you on the rock and spreading your legs as he kneels between them. He hastily pushes your loincloth away, eyes falling to your sodden pussy.
His pupils dilate at the sight and he glances up at you through his eyelashes. Returning his eyes to your sex, he uses two fingers to push your folds apart and he admires the sight before him.
He hadn't been aware of how bad he wanted you until now. Until he had you too close to not touch, too close to not want, too close to not smell your scent and have it take over his mind.
If he's going to teach you something, he decides, it might as well be with his cock deep inside you.
He leans his face to your pussy and sticks his tongue out, flattening it against your clit before flicking it up and down, side to side, and then snaking it down to your entrance, drinking in your arousal.
You whine lowly, legs spreading wider, back arching, as you lean back on your elbows. Jake's hands come to your thighs to hold them apart as he slides his tongue into you. He can taste you, he can taste how bad you need him. And it excites him even more.
His cock prods against his loincloth, precum dribbling out the tip, staining the thin fabric. Fuck, he needs you to touch him, to suck him off, to let him into your tight, warm pussy.
But he hangs on. He watches you, watches your reactions as his tongue drags across your cunt, as he sucks your clit, as he licks your folds, as he kisses your thighs.
The slurping of Jake's tongue on your pussy is all you can hear. Well, that and your ridiculous moans. Your back arches, your legs shake. Your fingers dig into the rock beneath you, and you can feel your orgasm pricking at your skin, warning you of its nearing arrival.
“Jake,” you gasp, throwing your head back as your eyes flutter. “Jake, I can't—”
“Come on, little slut,” he says, mouth full of you, chin slick with your arousal. “Don't tell me it's too much. You're so wet for me, so needy. There's no way you don't want me to make you come on my tongue and then on my cock.”
“I do,” you gasp, hips rocking against his face. “I do, but—”
He bites you. Sinks his teeth against your clit, nibbling on it, his sharp canine dragging against your sensitive bud in the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.
You cry, “Fuck!”
“No but's, girl,” he says against you. “If you're going to misbehave, you're going to have to deal with the consequences. So deal with them, you brat.”
The way he calls you a brat makes you even wetter. Your body is shaking, your breath leaving your lungs, your thighs trying to clench together, but he holds them wide open.
“Fuck,” you gasp again as he slides a finger into you, leaving his tongue to flick against your clit. You're dizzy with pleasure, body contorted with the buzz of your approaching orgasm.
“You should be thankful, too,” he adds, nibbling at your folds. “I could leave you here now, all wound up and dripping, without offering you the release you're crying for.”
“No!” you gasp, hips bucking up against his face. “No, please, please let me come.”
“I will,” he tells you. “Once you thank me for the favor I'm doing you.”
Through the searing pleasure, you purse your lips, adamant against giving in. Your eyes blink down at him and he can see the defiance in your gaze.
He raises an eyebrow. “No?” he questions, slowing the movement of his fingers.
Normally, you'd be too proud to give him what he wanted. But this was more for your benefit; you needed this, and you weren't too proud to go after what you wanted.
“Thank you,” you tell him between groans.
“For what, girl?” He orders, “Say it.”
“For...for disciplining me and making me come,” you respond between whines. “Thank you, sir.”
He chuckles darkly, lowly. It makes you shudder against him, your body quivering, your lungs inhaling sharply at the increasing ecstasy within you.
His fingers pick up the pace again, curling against that spot within that makes your toes curl, your eyes flutter.
“Thank you,” you repeat, over and over, a soft chant, the only words left in your mind as he eats you out. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
The pleasure is unbearable, blinding, so intense it makes your ears ring and your body start to tremble.
Jake can feel how close you are. He can tell by the way you hold your breath, by the way you squeeze around his fingers, by the way your body writhes.
And then you come, hips rocking against his mouth, arousal dripping out of you, his name escaping your lips.
“Jake,” you gasp. “Jake.”
The sound makes his ears perk up, his cock twitching in anxious eagerness. He keeps licking at you, pulling his fingers out of you and pushing your thighs further apart only to lick his way into your entrance, savoring your orgasm.
You whine and jerk away from him, overstimulated, but to no avail; he holds you tight, nails digging into your thighs as he cleans you with his mouth.
When he's done, Jake glances up at you, lips swollen, chin slick with your arousal, and he grins that stupid, cocky grin.
You're still gasping, breathing heavily when he stands and pulls you to your feet. He turns you around and pushes your chest down against the rock you were lying on moments ago.
He kicks your foot, spreading you out for him, as he tangles a hand in your hair and forces your cheek against the hard rock.
Without a warning, Jake's cock slides over your pussy, pushing your folds aside, and then slides into you with ease.
He groans as he bottoms out, bruising your cervix, making you grimace and jerk your hips away from him in equal parts pain and pleasure.
“Where do you think you're goin'?” he scoffs, grabbing your hip with his large hand, pulling you back to him as he tugs on your hair.
“'s too much,” you groan, cunt clenching around his long cock.
He throbs inside of you almost painfully, twitching and ready to fuck you hard.
“I don't care,” Jake seethes in your ear. “You got to come, why shouldn't I? Now, listen to me, girl, I am going to use you, understood? As long as I want to, as long as I need to.” He leans down to your ear and says, “You're going to be my good little whore, otherwise you'll have consequences. You don't want that, do you?”
You shake your head, muttering, “No.”
“No, what?”
“No, sir,” you respond, shaking.
“That's a good slut,” he says as he begins thrusting in and out of you, his hips crashing against yours.
You whine, back arched, head being tugged back by Jake's harsh hold on your hair, tears of both pain and pleasure welling in your eyes and spilling down your face.
Soon, you're sobbing, body quaking, pussy raw and swollen, as you beg, “Jake, please, please...”
“Take it,” Jake orders, groaning as his cock pounds you. “Take it like the brat you are. Don't think cryin' will get you any pity from me, girl. I'll use your cunt as much as I want to, and you won't do a goddamn thing to stop it.”
You're shaking, crying, your own spit coating your chin as you withstand Jake's wonderful, bruising pace. You can feel another orgasm growing within you, ready to burst, ready to prove how much you fucking love what he's doing to you.
Jake can tell.
He can feel the way you grow tighter around him, the way your legs shake and your breaths falter and the way your moans turn into mewls.
He chuckles between groans. “Fuckin' slut,” he says. “You beg me to stop, but come when I don't. Say it, girl,” he tells you, voice low and thick, “say how much you like me using you, how much you enjoy the way I turn you into my cumslut. My little toy.”
You moan unintelligibly, unable to formulate thoughts, let alone words.
He laughs, “Yeah, you just needed some cock, isn't that right? That's why you were acting up. You just needed a good dickin' down.”
You writhe under him, crying and torn between begging for him to stop and for him to give you more.
His relentless pace keeps up even as your orgasm washes over you, rattling your body, making the edges of your vision grow black.
He continues fucking you, his hips slamming into yours, your hip bruised from where he holds it, your scalp hurting as he pulls your hair.
And then, finally, just when you think you're going to faint from the pleasure, he comes, hot spurts of his seed filling your insides.
He comes and comes and comes, the liquid oozing out of you, dripping down your thighs as he finally pulls his cock out of you.
You're panting, boneless as you try to stand on wobbly legs.
Jake gives you a quick look, studying you up and down, before saying, “Tomorrow, same place, same time. Don't be late, girl.”
And he walks away.
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀᴛ ➜ʜᴏʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
I have fallen to the Hobie brain rot and this is the result. This was a lot longer than intended so now it's broken into multiple chapters! Lmk if I should post those too or if this is too cringe. Part 2, Part 3, Part 4🔞
warnings: suggestive, not-so-accurate accent, recreational drug/alcohol use, partying, punk shit, eventual smut?
As they entered the headquarters, the pair were met with a cacophony of sound and movement. People in spider suits and uniforms hurried to and fro, carrying files, and talking urgently on their phones or to each other. Clearly, this was a place of importance, filled with sensitive work and decisions.
The first was a young woman, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail and dressed in a long, flowing maxi skirt in earthy tones, paired with a crochet top. Adorned with beads or other natural details, she walked confidently, looking around with a sharp eye and taking in every detail. The second was a young man, his steps a little slower and his gaze mellow. He was dressed in a concoction of ripped fabrics, belts, and buttons, his studded vest and chunky boots a signature in the halls they walked.
"Wow," breathed the woman, taking in the bustling scene. "I knew this was a big deal, but I had no idea.."
The man chuckled. "Told you it was the real deal."
The Spider you’d come to know was none other than Hobie Brown, a stand-out among his peers and variants alike. You’d only met after being rounded up as an anomaly, though you’d come to the HQ willingly, as any means to getting home was better than being stranded in some uppity renaissance dimension. After learning of your role as the Black Cat in your world, the punk had found a new friend in an unexpected place.
“Hm…” Hobie peered at you absentmindedly, seemingly turning something over in his head.
You didn’t like that look, and knowing the kinds of ideas an anarchist could come up with, you decide to pry, “What’s up?”
Hobie finally looked at you and not through you, “How did you get those abilities bruv like, I was bit by a radioactive spider so I have spider DNA in me, but how’d you get ‘em?”
“Hear me out, a cat bit me. But she wasn’t radioactive or anything, actually quite sweet.”
“Wait wait wait, you ‘ere bitten… by a cat? And you now have abilities like me??”
You giggled at this, he’s dumbfounded over a cat but a radioactive spider giving powers is the norm around here. “I don’t know about ‘like you’ per say.’
“Aight, maybe not exactly like me, but it’s similar yeah? You have wall-crawling abilities I presume or am I wrong? And probably enhanced strength?”
Why the sudden interest in my abilities, you thought. “I mean I do have enhanced strength and speed, but I can only climb up walls with my claws, I don’t stick like you all do,” referring to the bustling crowd of Spider-people you found yourself in the presence of.
“I see, then I have one last question… What does your suit look like? I’m proper curious ‘bout that.”
Now this was unexpected, not only was he interested in your powers, but your alter ego altogether. In the few months, you’ve been friends, little was spoken about your homeworld, let alone the role you play in that dimension. You wonder what’s gotten him so interested, and so you decide to tease a little, getting Hobie Brown flustered was something very few could boast.
“You ever been to a BDSM club? It’s like a leather dominatrix suit
“…” “That’s… huh.”
“Problem ‘Obie?” You poke at him playfully, gliding to stand closer to the slender man.
“Not at all… can’t say I’m not confused though…” he trailed off. “But hey, as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man it’s not my problem that you have an… um… interesting taste in fashion.”
That got a snort out of you, “You’re one to talk about ‘interesting taste in fashion’, Mr. Spider Punk.”
A sigh comes from the taller man.
“Fine. You win.”
Deciding to toy with him further, you play nonchalant and petty, “If I’m so annoying I’ll just leave then. I enjoyed meeting you Punk.”
“Oi oi, I didn’t mean to insult you, I swear… I'll be 'onest wiv ya, mate. I don't really know what I'm doin' 'ere. I'm just takin' it one day at a time and seein' where it takes me.” He looked up from the ground to look at you again, something sad in his eyes. “Life's a funny old game, ain't it?"
“The rockstar runway model is bad with people? Color me shocked”
Hobie let out a huff of air, which you could only assume mimicked a laugh, “Is that meant to be an insult or genuine criticism?”
“I was being serious Hobie, you seem to have a good handle on people. You’re just so cool I thought maybe you’d have it down by now” Despite wanting to crawl into a hole at your admission, you said it with your chest, and you’re not about to back out now.
He’s quite surprised by this, not anticipating such a blatant compliment from you. “Huh… you’re actually pretty rad yourself. Most people don’t think that and just call me a freak.”
“I mean I’d say I’ma freak too but that hasn’t gotten me any complaints if you know what I mean.” You say with a wink, deciding to lay it on thick.
He smirks at you, catching the vibes you're putting down quickly. “Oh, I understand what you mean. I just didn’t expect you to be this forward luv.”
“What’s the phrase? ‘You miss 100% something something-”
“You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take?”
“Yeah yeah somethin like that”, you past your giggles. “You tryna get out of here?”
Hobie looks at you almost sideways, and if you didn’t know him better, you’d be put off by the glare. “Get out of here and do what exactly? What’re you planning?” He takes a step towards you, covering more ground than you’d anticipated due to his long strides. He was so close.
“I’m not dumb, I can tell you’re trying to trick me into something, but I’m not quite sure what…”
You smile at that, despite telling the truth, he’d managed to tease you in the process. We’re in the clear. “No trick here, not today at least.”
You look at him through thick lashes, “Did you have any ideas Spidey?” you ask coyly.
The punk chuckles,
“Ah, the ol’ playing coy shtick ‘uh? Not that I have anything against it, honest with you I kinda like it.”
Your tone is drenched in sarcasm, “Me? Coy? What kind of women do you take me for?” You’re feigning being offended, and he continues your banter. He laughs in a friendly way, deeply and honestly, a sound you wish was heard more often by the masses.
“Oh trust me you’re not like the other girls. You’re cool.”
“I’m not like other girls,” you say mockingly, trying to keep him amused. “So, what’s the punk down to do?”
Hobie’s face lights up with excitement, “I know just the place. Ever been to a punk rock show? There’s always tons of wankers to hang out with and it’s basically a Beano with loud ass music.”
You’d know about Spider-Man in front of you’s reputation, his subtle flex of eclectic success was something you’d come to admire about him. “I’ve had my fair share of underground events, though I’d call myself more goth than punk, you ever been to a goth club? I’m down to go to one of your shows if the anarchist is down to do some substances with me.”
He perked up at this. “Hell yeah, I’d be down, I love partying. Although, can I ask what kind of… substances you’re planning on using? I wanna make sure I bring the right shit.”
“Fuck no nothing hard, just weed and drinks will do it for me. That’s pretty stereotypical punk shit tho huh?”
“Yeah, well stereotypes exist for a reason. Though the whole ‘punks are stoners’ stereotype always bothers me, I never got why people think punk = drug abuse…” He shrugs.
The hair feels heavier, don’t kill the mood now! “ Well I do love me some weed, and hell yeah it’d be great to drink with you and have fun.” You keep going, hoping to bring that light back to the spider that was there but a moment ago. “I think the whole stereotype thing is stupid, but I totally understand why it doesn’t make sense to you, hating labels and all that.” You punctuate the end of your sentence with a punch to his shoulder.
“Alright, lead the way ‘Obie!”
He chuckles a bit at that, and playfully shoves you back into the portal he’s opened. You always land on your feet as you enter his dimension with a thud. He’s crouched next to you, standing to take off his mask and tuck his suit away.
“What was that for huh? I know you can punch ‘arder than that.”
He closes the portal and starts walking towards the club, throwing you a glance over his shoulder. He beckons you to follow. “It’s just up this way, hopefully, there won’t be too big of a crowd.”
His guard is down now, it’s just you and Hobie Brown, not Spider-Punk and Black Cat, just two “civs” kickin it.
“If you’re down to spar I can show you more than a little punch Bee.” You send a wink at Hobie, hoping the new nickname didn’t make him uncomfortable. “And hey! I thought you were a celebrity, don’t get special treatment even in the underground huh?”
Hobie smirks at that, “Hah. You’re funny.” He peers down at you, despite your above-average stature. “So you wanna spar then? Because now I’m very tempted to see what you can do.” He’s being cheeky, you can hear it in his tone.
Oh, this man was dangerous, and you can’t help the sly smile that makes its way to your face. “Oh, I’d love to show you everything I can do.” You’re sultry now, biting your lip as you gaze up at him.
“Damn, you’re a cocky little cat huh?” He shakes his head laughing, but can’t hide the big smirk forming on his face.
“Don’t think I won’t accept your challenge, because I will…”
“Oh? Is that so? What’s the punk challenging me to do exactly?” You step closer, still looking up at the man, with a smug grin on your face.
“Oh, I think you know…” He smirks at you and steps closer. “Or should I remind you?”
You grab him by his guitar strap, pulling him down until your lips almost touch.
“It must’ve slipped my mind, Bert.” You emphasize his name teasingly.
Despite the way your eyelids flutter shut, and how your lips seem to draw each other in, he chuckles and gives you a quick kiss on the lips, still very clearly smug.
“I’m glad I could remind you.”
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Hey all! In case you missed my last post Tumblr updates ruined my life and asks no longer allow you to save as drafts and then update them. Since I normally don't write all in one session I have quite a few in my drafts currently that I have to get creative in actually answering so that you all still get notified when I get around to your asks. Moving forward I'll just answer in one go but for older asks (ones before I noticed/before the update) will be answered like this! Also I haven't written in a while so I apologize if it's shit.
Save a horse ride a cowboy
Masky knew you were raised on a farm. His favorite, albeit slightly teasing pet name for you was 'Cowboy' or 'Farm hand'. He's seen you carry corpses of fully grown men in one arm since joining the proxies. He had confronted you on multiple occasions how and why and you had replied. "I've hauled hay when our tractor broke and carried a newborn filly to the truck to rush to the vet after she wasn't walkin'. I can hold my own Darlin'." And he had been oh so kind to remind you who you belonged to for your lip and sweet farm boy ways. Yet he still sometimes underestimates your strength and in all honesty it's your own fault.
Play fighting and rough housing was nothing at all new. Mostly because Masky suffers from cuteness aggression and you, farm boy, are sturdy enough to handle it as well as dish it out. You two did it so often that if you didn't people assumed you were fighting fighting. On top of this you had a bad habit of letting Masky win because he's just so cute all smug on victory and everyone likes to be shoved into the couch face first by their partner sometimes cause being manhandled is just as fun as manhandling.
That is until one day, a really busy one, you didn't really have the time nor energy to let him win.
Masky had been extra annoying today. Poking and proding and shoving and basically all over you. Normally no complaints whatsoever but you had a shit ton you needed to get done. The list of cleanup tasks you were assigned today was two pages long and with your boyfriend attacking you at every turn in some form of cuteness aggression taking over and possessing him the second he saw your face, you getting fuck all done. Cleanup from the cannibals of the mansion plus the targets of the main proxies (because apparently scrubbing the remains of EJ's lunch off of the kitchen walls for three hours wasn't enough to deal with) had made for an unusually large amount of work for the sole cleanup crew member, you, and you were over it. So as Masky tried to tackle you in greeting for the fifth time today hoping to instigate you to wrestle him and to in turn win and coerce you to get a little 'closer', you just held your ground picked up the corpse in one arm, pried his arms off with a "Hold on Darlin' I have work to finish and I'm running behind. Later." And walked away.
Masky had stood there for a moment with a confused look on his face before the realization struck and he remembered his view of you and your 'softness' was heavily skewed. But once the shock disappears he became determined to genuinely tackle you. Stalking, lurking, and hunting you as you attempted to finish your work as Cleanup. He had proven himself to be quite the pain in your ass as you avoided his attacks and eventually lost him all together getting to finish the long list of tasks you had been assigned. You took a shower changed clothes and were scrolling on your phone on the couch when you finally sensed him again.
His vaguely pissed off and irked in general aura slowly approaching you from behind. You pretended not to notice that he's approaching and place your arms over his as he hugs you, clearly mopey, from behind. "Hm... So we're doing angry cuddles now, are we love?"
Masky didn't reply shoving his face into your neck, you could feel his intrusive thoughts to bite you, his hesitation to do so. Masky begins walking away from you and into the kitchen.
Without warning you chase after him and pick him up as he shouts and squirms playfully trying to escape your grasp and flip the script, "Look, I'm sorry I was avoidin' you, 'm not angry at you darlin, I was just overbooked on what needed done. Now quit your moping." You explained as you threw and pinned him to the couch. Masky going fully silent and still as you pin him down, giving you an odd territorial and excited look. "What?" You ask as he stares up at you, an eyebrow raised.
"Save a horse..." He replied looking you up and down. As it slowly processes in your head what he's referring to and you scoff and chuckle as you shake your head.
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How about a little bit of lifeguard!Ari and enemies to lovers? Maybe he saves you and loses his shit at the thought of losing you!
Shallow(s)
AN: Thank you, Zoey my love! Here’s some angst and fluff with our bearded beach daddy.
Beta’d by @flordeamatista, dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and banner by me
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Summary: You hate working with Ari, mainly because you have a crush on him and he barely notices your existence, too busy flirting with all the pretty, skinny young things.
Relationship: Beach Lifeguard Ari x Beach Lifeguard Reader
Word Count: 2k
CW: Reader is mid-sized and muscular (no other descriptors), Miscommunication, Immature behaviour, Peril and angst (reader almost drowns), Fluff, First kiss.
A loud, deep belly laugh sounded across the open sand, making you instinctively look over to where it was coming from. You weren’t sure what else you expected other than the sight that greeted you.
Ari stood there, a beaming smile on his face as several sand bunny’s literally hung off him with a tighter grip than their skimpy bikinis had on their bodies.
Ugh.
You rolled your eyes. There was no doubting that your shift partner was good at his job, but why did he have to be so obviously shallow? He was always chatting to the skinny and beautiful, and it made you painfully aware that you were neither. Admittedly you couldn’t ever be classed as fat, but you were… sturdy. You worked out a lot and were muscular, which was handy in your job as a lifeguard. You had strength and stamina, and could easily bench press one of Ari’s fan-club.
However, you were mainly cross that you cared. You’d never admit out loud, cos you barely admitted it to yourself, that despite how much he annoyed you, you had a tsunami-sized crush on Ari. It was probably because he was one of the few men that made you feel small and delicate.
But he didn’t treat you like one of those girls. In fact he barely spoke to you, and when he did it was in the most derisive tone, almost like it was beneath him to even acknowledge you, let alone converse with you. You both cursed and rejoiced when you were rota’d on with him.
He had a variety of nicknames for you, none of them you enjoyed being referred to; Jungle Gym, Kaboose, Anne of Cleaves, Unit. Each one obviously picked to point out how unfeminine you were.
Well, fuck him.
You were good at your job, and you worked hard to maintain your fitness. You'd just have to try to ignore him.
Another day, another shift with Ari. He was sitting up on the lifeguard chair, while you patrolled the sand, chatting to beach patrons and keeping an eye on those you recognised as perennially light-fingered.
Suddenly, a shout rang out, and you turned to look out toward the water. You could see the thrashing of a pair of arms in the surf, and before you could think on it any further you were running out towards the waves.
You dove in, your float trailing behind you as you made your way out towards the person in trouble. As you got closer you saw that it was a very large man, much larger than you, and you were very glad for your strength training. When you came alongside him, you started your rehearsed patter.
“Just keep calm sir. Just relax and let me take you to shore.” You tried to place your float in his arms, before looping your arms under his armpits and started to swim back towards the beach.
However, he was either caught in his terror or not listening, or both, because he continued to thrash about, causing you to sink under the waves a few times and come up spluttering.
Just then, he was pulled away. You panicked for a second, worried that you’d accidentally swum into the riptide, but then realised that Ari had arrived to back you up. You were happy to hand over your charge, although you knew that later Ari would probably rib you for it and make comments about you couldn’t manage.
Treading water for a few moments, you coughed up the rest of the sea water and took a few deep lungfuls of air. Setting off, you quickly caught up with Ari and his charge, but the big man was still fighting the rescue.
It all happened so fast. One moment you were swimming and the next one of the guy’s feet flailed out and struck you in the face. The sea span in front of you and then it all went black.
“Don’t you die on me, Kaboose. Come on! Breath damn it.”
You could feel pain in your chest and then a pressure on your face and in your lungs…
You rolled over, vomiting up water, following it up with a hacking cough. Your eyes watered and your nose stung from the salt and the bile.
“Alright, everyone. Back up, back up. Give us space.”
Ari’s voice made your ears ring and you tried to get everything straight in your mind. A warm hand settled on your back, gently rubbing up and down.
“Take it easy. You’re gonna be okay. Just take some deep breaths for me.”
Later you’d blame the disorientation, but you pushed him away.
“Get your fuck-boi paws off me, Levinson.” You tried to stand, but you didn’t even get to your knees before a wave of dizziness hit you.
“Sit down before you fall down, Kaboose. You should really go to the hospital; you weren’t breathing there for a few minutes.”
You ground your teeth. “I’m fine. And stop calling me that! I get that I’m not the smallest or most dainty of women, but you don’t have to keep reminding me in such an unkind way.”
This time you were determined to get your feet, and although you wobbled a bit you managed it. And despite the fact that you were wet through, and probably had seaweed in your hair, you put your shoulders back and raised your chin.
“Now, I’m going home. Thank you for saving me. I’ll see you next shift.”
It was only as you walked away you realised that Ari had given you the kiss of life.
Fuck.
The only time his lips would be on for you and not only was it the most unromantic thing ever, you couldn’t even remember it.
Mid-evening and you were lying on your sofa. You’d had a bath when you got in, then gotten changed into your comfiest sweats and hoodie, ready to spend the rest of the day becoming one with your couch. You were in a foul mood, your chest aching and bruised from where Ari had given you CPR so you ended up putting on some horror films so you could laugh at how rubbish all the teenagers were for falling for all the blatant traps. You probably should have gone to the ER.
When there was a knock at your door, you groaned out loud. Who the hell was disturbing you at this time, unannounced? You looked through your peephole and groaned again when you saw who it was.
Ari.
“Go away!”
He leaned forward as if to look at you from his side of the fish-eye lens.
“Need to check if you’re okay. Open the door. Please.”
“I’m upright and I’m talking. There. I’m okay.”
He rolled his eyes.
“I bet you haven’t eaten yet, and I brought pizza. And cheesy garlic bread. C’mon!”
Your brain really wanted to tell him to fuck off, but your stomach had other ideas and rumbled loudly, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
“Fine.” You undid the complicated series of locks on your door before opening it and gesturing for him to come in. The smell of hot cheese, tomato sauce and garlic filled the space and your stomach rumbled again.
“So it is your stomach that decided to allow me in.” He grinned at you, and although you’d seen him smile before, it had never, ever been aimed in your direction. It was like being hit by a tonne of bricks. His eyes sparkled, cute crinkles forming either side of them. With his free hand he pushed back the hair that had fallen in his face, drawing attention to the shaggy mane. Thoughts of running your own fingers through that hair flashed through your brain, and you quickly tried to shake it away.
“Come on through.” You turned your back and walked towards your living room to take back up residence on your couch. You thought that Ari would sit in the opposing arm chair, but were taken aback when he scootched your feet out of the way and sat down next to you.
“What are we watching?” Your brain was malfunctioning, you were sure. Ari passed you the takeout boxes as he shrugged out of his coat and you couldn’t stop your eyes from being drawn to where the soft fabric of his t-shirt clung to his ridiculous biceps. This was getting out of hand.
“Ari. Why are you here?”
He opened the top box and pulled out a slice. He took a bite and you watched the cheese stretch between his mouth and the rest of the slice.
“To check on you. I said that.”
“I call bullshit.” You pulled out your own slice. “You don’t even like me. Why do you even care?”
It took you a moment to realise that Ari had frozen, slice halfway to his mouth and a stricken look on his face.
“What?” Your voice was muffled around your mouthful of pizza.
Ari put his half eaten slice down in the box, took yours from you, and then moved the cardboard containers to your coffee table. You looked on in confusion, a confusion that got even more pronounced when Ari took your hands in his. And damn the man, his enormous paws had you feeling dainty, and caused a flutter in your chest.
He had never touched you like this.
Ever.
“I need to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I ever made you feel less than the magnificent woman that you are. If you were ever hurt by the things I said. You’re so different from the other women that I know. You made me question things about myself and that kind of introspection was uncomfortable and I took it out on you. I resented you for making me feel things. Strong things. Unknown things.”
Your thoughts raced. Was he really saying this?
“Are you telling me that you were being all ‘schoolyard’ on me? Pulling my pigtails because you liked me? Totally mature, Ari.”
He hung his head and dropped your hands.
“I apologise again. And I’ll keep on apologising until you accept it. Even if it takes forever. Because you deserve better than the shitty way I’ve been treating you. You are strong and beautiful and kind, and so totally out of my league…”
The most unladylike snort came out of your mouth, interrupting him.
“Me? Outta your league? Hold up - it’s you that’s outta mine. Ari. You’re so hot it actually hurts to look at you. Do you know how long you’ve pissed me off, just by being handsome?”
At your outburst his lips started to twitch.
“Who’s immature now?”
“At least I didn’t take it out on you.”
He inclined his head in your direction, causing his hair to waft slightly, the light in the room turning it golden in places.
“Good point. But are you basically saying that you like me, after I said that I like you? But both of us thought we weren’t good enough for each other, so we’ve just been increasingly antagonistic?” His smile grew wider, his expression laced with something that could be hope. You returned his smile with a small giggle.
“Seems like it.”
His expression turned serious then and he shuffled closer to you, practically dragging you onto his lap and taking back hold of your hands again.
“You scared me today. I thought I’d lost you. You were so still and you weren’t breathing…” His eyes started to glisten and you pulled one of your hands free to cup his bearded cheek.
“Hey. You saved me. You saved me, Ari.”
Your hand travelled up to tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear, and you marvelled at the shifting colours within it; brown, auburn and gold.
“And you’re a warrior. A warrior queen. My Boudicca.”
You didn’t know which one of you moved -maybe it was both of you - but his lips were on yours and this time you were going to ensure you committed it all to memory. The slightly chapped texture of his lips, despite all of the lip balm he applied while on duty, the soft scratch of his beard on your skin and the warmth of his hand as he cradled the back of your head. Unfortunately there was also a painful ache in your chest as you pressed up against him, and you lurched back with a gasp.
“Oww!”
Ari looked at you with soft concern.
“Now will you agree to go to the hospital?”
You nodded, although you hated to admit he was right.
“Let’s go, Boudicca. The sooner you’re fixed up, the sooner I can kiss you again.” He scooped you up easily in his broad arms and you rested your head against his chest as he strode toward the door.
“Sounds good to me.”
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an angry kiss in the rain (Mario)
It didn't matter how many times he stressed that it was monsoon season because there Mario went, like an idiot, straight into the jungle as the sky sat pregnant above with a looming due date.
At first, DK didn't mind shooting the shit with the Mushroom Kingdom's mascot. They usually fooled around on the outskirts of the Kong capital where a few powerup blocks provided a couple hours of entertainment, but after a few rounds of power-up tag (where the point was to beat the power out of the other, but keep their own) DK was ready to call it quits early. Maybe it was a form of animal instinct, or the fact that he'd lived in Kong country all his life, but one whiff of the air had the fur on his shoulders rising with the blossoming static around them; "Time to go-"
Or it would have been if the resounding cry for help deep in the jungle didn't spur the red-shirted hero to action. DK had a hold of him by the shoe at first when Mario attempted to blow past him. "Dude, we can't help them right now. We gotta let the storm pass first."
"You'a kiddin' right?" Given how he looked at DK like he'd grown a second head, the Kong realized his company was probably unfamiliar with just how a rescue mission would not play out well in the next ten or so seconds. "It'sa little rain. You won't melt."
"Mario-wait!" DK lost his grip and for a moment watched as Mario breeched the forest-line of fan palms and birds of paradise leaves. In any other circumstance, he may have let Mario fuck around and find out, but with the addition of another likely stranded before the storm, DK galloped after him, albeit annoyed.
"Hellooo?" Mario called out, slapping overgrown caladiums out of his face as he ventured in deeper. As the sky rumbled above, he rolled his eyes. DK being afraid of a little water was ridiculous considering someone in his kingdom was in need of assistance. It didn't occur to him they might have been worried about being out and about. Mario didn't notice a single drop of rain before the bottom fell out.
The force of the downpour was unlike anything he'd seen-well...in this case, felt, because as soon as the wall of water barreled down on him with the strength of a pent-up season, he face-planted into the dirt as it instantly mutated to mud. Caught off guard and dazed, he couldn't seem to pull himself up under the furious force. Not good-he thought, scrabbling at the ground with a frantic air once he realized he couldn't quite get his face up and out of the puddle that was quickly forming around him.
Mario was lucky he liked such an ugly color, because without the bright red beacon, DK wouldn't have been able to find him through the blinding wave of water. Just trying to move beneath the force was a work out in itself, but since this wasn't DK's first fuck around and find out rodeo, he managed. Scooping Mario up, he laid the plumber out to dry, dangling off his arm which he scooted partly under his body to give Mario some break from the beating as he turned and pushed through the heavy rain until he made it to the cave entrance they had luckily passed by on the plunge into the suicide mission.
When the roof of the cave cut off nature's assault, DK coughed in the contained oxygen after having held his breath for much of Mario's retrieval. An involuntary shake wracked his body in an attempt to rid his fur from the wet feeling that at this point, probably only a long time napping in the sun would fix.
"W-wow." Mario stirred on his wet and hairy perch, peering at the mouth of the cave which was now curtained with a waterfall. "You...probably should have warned me about that-"
"Oh yeah? My BAD." Annoyed, DK flicked Mario off him, not caring if he hit the cave wall and knocked himself unconscious. At least then he wouldn't have to listen to Mario's macaroni. "I would have let you enjoy the taste of your foot in your mouth if there wasn't probably some kid out here - doing what they should be and waiting it out." It was almost like they'd learned all this as kids, the hard way or otherwise.
"Yeah, well!" Mario stood, wringing out some water from his hat. "I can't just sit back whena some kid's calling for help. Unlike you, I have a heart."
The barb was almost as insignificant as a splinter, but it stung enough for DK to stomp the few steps over and wring his fingers into the front of Mario's shirt and lift him a few feet off the ground. "Yeah, I'm SO heartless. I made sure you didn't drown in the mud where your brains come from!" Desperate to throw the idiot into a wall or slap him around, DK knew he couldn't compromise their temporary shelter, so he did the next best thing he could to spill some fury. With his fingers wrenched skull-crushingly tight to the front of Mario's shirt, he jerked the squirming mushroom mascot up to collide their mouths together in a mash up of a bite and a suffocating kiss.
Mario's sporadic squirms stilled with the aggressive action, and his hands flew up as if to swat the Kong back, but a tug of guilt kept his gloved hand poised in the shape of a scratch that he rested against DK's cheek. He had been so wrapped up in being the hero that he hardly noticed that DK had come to his rescue instead.
With enough of his fury foisted upon Mario's mouth, DK breaks for a breath, accepting the uncertain palm poised on his cheek as he bumps his face forward into it...dammit, he wanted to stay mad. "If anything gets to suffocate your dumb ass, it's me."
Face joining the color of his shirt, Mario gave DK's cheek a thankful pat. "N...noted."
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hello hello, this is like my first request ever so i hope this goes through, i have a request for a neteyam fic, where neteyams braids keep swinging at the reader and the readers just like “lord pls GIVE ME STRENGTH NOT TO SLAP YOU” and so reader offers to put up neteyams hair in a bun and he says yeah and they got all fluffy :)))
Braids
Neteyam x metkayina!Reader
FLUFF, JUST FLUFF
A/n:Hellooo this is my first time literally writing a story so please bare with me on this😭😭 i'll try my best though btw I made this a metkayina reader cause idk I just love the metkayina clan sm
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"Hey teyam! "
u said as you get closer to him and as he turns your way one of his little braids has smacked you in the forehead
"Holy shit, u ok? " as the boy said worried
"Clearly not" u said as u rub your forehead
"Sorry about that" he said while rubbing the back of his neck
"It's fine" u said
"Why'd did u call me though? " he asked curious on what you need him for
"Oh yeah practice is about to start so thats why " u said
"Alright lets got then" he said holding your hands as you go to the spot where you are all gonna practice how long you can hold your breath underwater
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As you were doing your chores with tsireya neteyam came up to tsireya and asked her if he could borrow you for a second
As you were leaving with neteyam he turned around ( dramatically) and one of his braids hitted your eyes "ow" u said hissing and covering the eye
"Oh sorry" he said, you took a sharp breath trying not to slap his ass becuz of his braids
"How about we try a new hairstyle for you so u don't hit anyone with your braids, hm? "
U said a little annoyed
"Ok sure I guess" he said "that could work" he said as he chuckled lightly
"I'm sorry again for hitting your eye" he said holding your face and kissing the eye that he hitted "it's fine it's fine" u said jokingly
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You guys were now in the sully's pod
"Ok let me just tie up your hair in a bun" u said trying to find a little cloth or string to put his hair together
(Few seconds later)
"Finished!" U said being proud of your work as you looked at him
"Wow your even more handsome with this hair eh?" U said giggling
"Thank you for tying my hair up then" he said
"No problem it's always my pleasure, let's go back to do our chores" u said and got up
As you were about to walk he held your hand "how about we stay in for just today and take a break" he said making you go back and sit next to him again
"alright then it won't hurt to get a little break for a while"
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You were now next to him asleep and cuddled up on each other while his hands are on your waist and your hands are on his chest you both were happily sleeping
The end.
Hope you guys liked this or whatever 😭😭 forgive me if this was rushed it's my first time writing I'll try my best next time ty mwa 🤧🤧
#neteyam x reader#avatar x reader#neteyam#neteyam fluff#avatar the way of water#avatar#neteyam avatar
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Where You’re Meant To Be - 4
Will Turner/Fem!Reader
Words: 2,102
Summary: After being taken prisoner aboard the Flying Dutchman, you resent the men who have accepted your soul as repayment of another’s debt, especially the Captain. It doesn’t matter one bit that he’s the most attractive man you’ve ever seen, not at all.
Flower and Meaning: frangipani || the strength to withstand tough challenges
Chapters: one || two || three || four
Note: this is the last part of my august work for the @yearofcreation2023! i hope everyone who read it enjoyed the fic and i’d love to hear any thoughts you have!
Year of Flowers Masterlist • Will Turner Masterlist
Despite not spending too much time on the Dutchman in the grand scheme of things, you could tell when it was near because of the excitement that bubbled in your stomach, even though you couldn’t see the ship itself. You looked out over the shifting waves, wondering how far below them the ghost ship sat, until a voice interrupted your thoughts. “How are you gonna let them know you’re ‘ere?”
You turned to see Jack Sparrow standing next to you, bottle of rum in his hand. If this ship wasn’t as close to the Flying Dutchman as it already was, you would probably be a little worried about his ability to successfully steer and maneuver the ship you were on right now.
“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I don’t suppose you would know how to contact those who live beneath the waves.”
“Why don’t you just jump?”
You raised your eyebrows in response. “But I know how to swim, so that wouldn’t work.”
“You have to sink.”
“But what if I was wrong, and I die for nothing?” That very fear, while you had never spoken about it aloud before, had always been part of your thought process.
“Some things require risk,” Jack responded. “That’s just what being a pirate is. Course my risk usually comes down to angry government people and the visitation of a particularly annoying monkey, but you understand.”
“I’m not sure I do.”
He raised his eyebrows at you. “Look. I may believe the whole thing is a crock of shit, but sometimes love is the same thing as jumping off the deck when you know how to swim; a risk and a chance that things won’t go as you wanted.”
He stepped away from the side of the ship before you had the chance to form a response, leaving you to ponder his (surprisingly wise) words. And the longer you thought about it, the more his initial suggestion made sense. The hopeful part of your mind believed that the ship would still protect you as you fell beneath the waves, just like when you were tied to its mast. Your clothes were heavy enough that you would likely sink after a few minutes, and wherever the Dutchman lay beneath the surface, you knew deep down that it was near. And so with nothing but a deep breath and a far-flung hope, you jumped before anyone could stop you.
The chill of the ocean soaked through the layers of your dress immediately, and soon the fabric was completely waterlogged. You didn’t fight the way it moved to pull you under, and you just hoped that you were indeed correct about the location, because otherwise you’d be dying for nothing.
But that worry was soon resolved when you opened your eyes to see the blurry outline of a ship in the depths, and the moment you entered its space, you felt as though you were back on land. The deck was completely empty, but you could tell those seaweed sails anywhere. You were exactly where you needed to be.
As your feet hit the wood, the sound of someone stepping onto the deck echoed in your ears, and you watched intently to see who would be the one to greet you. If it wasn’t Will, you weren’t sure what you would, because you knew that no one else on this crew would give you the same grace as the captain. Even then, you hadn’t really come up with the perfect thing to say when you saw his face again.
You heard Will’s voice before he had fully exited the shadows, and part of you breathed a sigh of relief, knowing who you were dealing with. “What are you doing here?”
There was so much that you actually wanted to tell him, but nothing seemed right. “I want to travel on this ship,” was what you eventually went with, even though that sentence did little to convey the true scope of your emotions.
It was clear that your words confused him, because it took a few moments for him to actually respond. “Why?” he asked, a puzzled look on his face. “Why would you want to spend the rest of your life on a cursed ship, away from everyone else you knew? None of the men on this boat want, or even chose to be here, but you do?” He sounded truly confused, but you supposed it was warranted this time.
Footsteps echoed through the space before you could answer, and you looked around to see who else would be privy to your conversation, though you saw no one. “I thought I wanted to leave,” you admitted. “But every moment I’ve spent back at the port since then I’ve wanted to be back here, and I can’t explain it.” Maybe that was a little bit of a lie, but you didn’t want to scare him off right away if he didn’t feel the same things you did. “I understand it if you think I’m crazy, but I just jumped off a ship in the middle of the ocean and I highly doubt that the people who took me here are still around, so if you’re going to make me leave I’d at least appreciate it if you took me back to Tortuga.”
You stared at him, and he stared back. It was impossible to read what he was thinking, his face blank as he clearly considered your words and tried to come to a decision how to respond. “Fine,” was his eventual response, but something in your mind told you that he was a lot happier to see you than he let on. “You can stay.”
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As it turned out, having someone who technically wasn’t dead on the crew was incredibly useful. While most of the men on board were tied to the ship in a similar war that Will was (they couldn’t step more than a few paces on land), you could go wherever you wanted. This was especially beneficial when you came to the realization that you had nothing on the Dutchman, no bed, clothes, or even shoes due to the way that you hadn’t taken your few things with you when you jumped overboard in the first place. By the time a few weeks had passed, you had even purchased a light mattress and hauled it aboard the boat yourself (with the help of some of the crew once you reached the water).
And speaking of the crew, you had a shaky relationship with them. While you didn’t ever fear for your life, you certainly weren’t voluntarily spending your time around most of them. Part of you wondered if Will said anything while you were out on land, but you could never tell for sure.
You moved into the captain’s room and everything was shifted over to accommodate the new mattress. Food and water were now stocked much more often than ever before (because you weren’t dead, so you still had to eat), and the tension between you and Will continued to rise with every moment you spent on the deck.
It was the middle of the night when everything came to a head, and you were laying on the deck as you stared up at the night sky. After spending the day watching the macabre parade of souls as they crossed the delicate path between worlds, the shimmering majesty of the constellations was a welcome change of scenery. The sound of footsteps on the deck alerted you to another’s presence, and Will’s voice broke the silence.
“Had enough of this life yet?”
You sat up to watch as he leaned against the side of the ship, an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite read. “What are you talking about?” you asked.
“I figured that eventually you’d figure out what we’ve known for ages,” Will said. “That life on this ship is nothing but grim and grisly, and once you realized that you’d want to return to land. You’re the only one on this ship that is not bound in its service, I suppose I find it difficult to believe that you want to be here.”
You paused for a moment as you tried to decide how to respond. “I suppose I can understand it, but after you had dropped me off the first time, I spent nearly every moment on land wishing that I could return. There’s a power and a freedom that comes with being on the ocean, and I wanted to know that feeling again.” After you finished speaking, a gentle tap of your fingers to the boards of the deck coaxed Will to sit beside you.
“Then why not simply join another crew in Tortuga?” he asked. “Why search out the Dutchman so ardently?”
A moment of fear flashed in your mind, and you debated whether or not to lie to him. This was the moment, and if you screwed this up you would be guaranteeing yourself a ticket off the ship the next time the stopped, even after you spent all this time tracking it down. Should you lie, and make something up about your fascination with the macabre, a morbid interest in the ghastly service that this very ship performs?
You could see Will start to shift where he sat, likely a nervousness due to your lack of response to his question. And before you could think about it any more, something in your mind snapped, and the decision was made. “You.”
“What?”
Well, you had to tell the truth now. “After we stopped yelling at each other every time our paths crossed, I realized that I had grown rather fond of you, and as much as I loved the freedom of the seas, I also realized that none of that would be truly worth the trouble as long as you weren’t there.” The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them, and you looked away from him, hoping that this wouldn’t be too much of a mistake. “And now I’m here, voluntarily trapping myself on a cursed ship and letting go of life as I knew it before, just to be near you.”
You turned your head to face him, hoping desperately that this didn’t ruin the friendship that you had been cultivating with him, and at first glance, it didn’t seem too promising. With a look on his face that you would describe as stunned, he seemed to completely freeze for a few moments.
Until he reached out to gently pull your face to his.
As his lips sealed to yours, whatever thoughts were currently inhabiting your brain fled instantly, and there was nothing but Will. The way he smelled so clearly of the sea that surrounded you both, and the way his calloused hands were so tenderly holding your cheeks, every bit of that was driving you mad. You might have dreamed about kissing him from the moment he first stepped out of the ship’s shadows, but the clear passion and romance behind this kiss was something that you had only been dreaming about since your moment steering the boat for the first time, a moment which you now could say was finally completed.
When you pulled away for air, neither of you moved that far back, and Will was the first to break the silence. “I missed having you around after we dropped you off at Tortuga,” he said. “And I know that moving forward with this will have its challenges, but I’d really like to do that again.”
“I really want to do that again too,” you said, and just before you leaned in once more, you added to your thought. “And I don’t care about the challenges. If I can find a way to end your service to the Dutchman, I will do everything in my power to make sure it is done.”
His response to that declaration was another kiss, but you didn’t near to hear him speak his thoughts to know what they were.
The two of you would undoubtedly face dangers beyond your very imagination as you moved forward, and the path to free Will from his curse was likely twice as treacherous, but you were unwavering in his decision. You still hated the man who tried to trade your soul for his, but it just might be possible that some things happened for a reason.
And of course, if you’re on the ship when he dies, you would have full input in how he spent his eternity, and you could exact revenge then.
- the end -
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#where you're meant to be fic#will turner#will turner x reader#will turner x you#pirates of the caribbean fanfiction#pirates of the carribean x reader#orlando bloom x reader
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a few head cannons you might find interesting in writing or doing stuff for shadow milk cookie all so you are a fastttt writer!
-cookies dont need to eat to stay alive but they still do feel hunger and eat so you can imagen the annoying pain you would get from not eating and they have been trapped for a LONGG time
-it would be really hard to even rest or sleep in the things the Beast cookies where jailed in so it would probably lead to them being very tired
-being jailed like they where for so long would basically be hell so i would imagine that he would not like letting his guard down or sleeping and resting which would make his tiredness worse
-he would probaly pass out now and again even in fights or situations because of the other two ideas above (small idea with the him passing out in a fight if your up for it)
from Little Silly Idea Trash Box
Box Anon(is it okay if I call you that?) I am in love with these.
Requested Prompts #5 - 💔
Shadow Milk Cookie blinked rapidly, struggling to keep his eyes open so he'd stay awake. He never knew how Eternal Sugar could just sleep so carelessly in their prison of silver, did she not realize that so long as they stayed here, their power would be drained? Without them physically fighting off the drainage, they'd lose their power a lot quicker.
It was so boring in here, there was quite literally nothing to do except sleep, and wait. He could feel his hunger ravage through him, even though cookies don't actually need to eat anything he still felt it. And it always bothered him, always.
Then, he heard it. A crack.
And that made him curious, just what could make a noise like that in a place like this? Curiously, he trotted over to the bars of his prison of silver. He didn't feel the usual drain when he touched them, so then what was going on? They bended so easily under his grasp too, he might as well just-
Creeaaaak- SNAP!
" Oho?" He mused to himself, almost delightedly. Had the time finally come? Could he leave this awful, awful place and grace Earthbread with his presence once more? He couldn't wait~! Ah, right, shit he forgot about the vine seal. Pesky White Lily Cookie and her stupid plant magic things.
He stepped out from the remnants of his cage, the shadows within the small pocket dimension eagerly swimming to great him. He greeted them in a nonchalant manner as he walked over to the vine seal, close enough to notice it's decay.
Is this really happening? He didn't fall asleep, right?
He bites himself (ow) just to make sure. Yep, it's real alright.
Oh how he missed the world, and with the vine seal crumbling before him, well, he can't miss this opportunity to pop in for a visit, no? He could just tell the others about it later, after all, he has an audience to entertain, doesn't he? He'll have to deal with his annoying hunger as well, after all he can't properly entertain with an annoy stomach telling him and almost everyone else that he needs to eat.
....
Or, what happened before the Vine Seal broke, told from the perspective of Shadow Milk Cookie. Plus bonus headcanons!
After his initial introduction, the battle with Shadow Milk was more of an endurance battle as he still hadn't recovered his full strength.
If I want to lead into my self-insert au in this then once Shadow Milk gets tired out Pure Vanilla tries to seal him and it actually works somehow??? I dunno but now we have a sealed shadow milk cookie.
He did, in fact, consider trying to eat part of himself or another cookie. i think Shadow Milk should be allowed to partake in a bit of cannibalism.(influenced by silly friend worming their way into my brain.)
#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#cookie run au#cookie run au prompts#crk#shadow milk cookie#cr kingdom#my silly little guy...#not really angsty. just put on the angst thing because of the beginning.#headcanons
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Kinktober Day 16: Gags- Bucky Barnes
Summary: Bucky finds a way to keep you quiet
Word count: 1, 357
Being in a secret relationship with Bucky was hot and really exciting, the thrill of having to hide away in corners or sneak into each others rooms always got your hearts racing. But when you almost scream every time he even touches you it can also be dangerous. You both haven’t even had sex yet because of just how loud you are when he touches you.
You’ve touched each other a few times but each time he has to either cover your mouth or shove his tongue down your throat. You’d both be lying if you said that it wasn’t super hot that he had to do that to you, but this would make sex extremely difficult. Bucky didn’t mind how loud you were but you’d prefer to not have your dad and the team all hear you.
Luckily for you both, it seemed Bucky had an idea.
Because of the secrecy of your relationship, you both were only able to spend time together when Tony was out of the tower. Bucky had tried to persuade you to fool around even when Tony was asleep but you still didn’t want to risk it.
Your dad already didn’t like that you weren’t in college, worked a job that he didn’t think was ‘up to the standards for his daughter’ and as he put it ‘had turned your face into a pin cushion’, so you really didn’t need Bucky being another thing he freaked out about.
Sometimes Bucky thought you might just be using him to rebel against your dad but honestly he didn’t have problem with it, in fact he found it even more hot.
Bucky relished in the fact that you wanted to disobey and annoy your father as often as you could. You weren’t Tony’s little girl anymore, you were Buckys; he wanted to both protect and corrupt you.
It was 8pm when you heard a knock on your door; knowing it was Bucky you ran up to answer it. Swinging the door open you saw Bucky standing there, shit-eating grin on his face and a pink box in his hand.
As soon as the door closes you pull him down by his shirt into a hungry and desperate kiss. With one arm Bucky hauls you up, his sheer strength making heat rush straight to your core.
Holding onto his hair you release his mouth and move to his neck.
“Mmhmm, baby, while I am absolutely loving that, I do have a present for my sweet girl.” He moaned into your ear, lightly placing you on the ground and handing you the pink box.
Smirking up at him you quickly opened it to see what was inside. Unwrapping the pink tissue paper you saw it. Staring at it, you began to moan as Bucky stood behind you and started kissing your neck.
“Pretty pink ball gag for my pretty little princess.” He whispered hotly in your ear.
“Can you put it on me?” You turn around to ask him with big round eyes, like he’s given you a new diamond necklace.
Looking down at you chuckling lightly he takes the gag from your hand and turns your body around. Placing the gag in your open mouth, he leans down next to your ear, as he straps it on the back of your head.
“This way I can finally fuck your pretty little pussy and no one can hear you scream like a whore.”
Roughly turning you around, he takes in the view in front of him. Big doe eyes look up at him as the gag pushes your lips out.
Bucky moans as he rubs his metal finger over your jutted out bottom lip.
“You want to keep us a big secret and yet you’re wearing both my pyjama pants and hoodie. Very subtle, princess.” He teases you as he toys with the zip of the hoodie. “Let’s see what’s underneath your stolen outfit.”
Slowly unzipping his hoodie from your body, his eyes begin to darken as he sees the new lingerie you’d bought.
“Oh princess is this all for me?” He asks, gently pushing the hoodie off your shoulders and to the ground.
Not being able to reply with the gag in your mouth, you simply nod eagerly at him, batting your lashes.
Stepping closer, he rips the pants down your legs. Harshly grabbing your hair he pushes your neck all the way back, looking deep into your eyes. Moving even closer to you until your chests touch, he begins to rub his metal fingers on your clit over your new underwear, his dark eyes never leaving yours.
“Be a good little girl and put your face down into that mattress and shove that ass up in the air for me. You’ve made me wait too long. I’m not gonna be slow with you tonight, I’m gonna fuck you, hard,” emphasising his point he tugs your hair roughly, “and you’re gonna fucking love it.” He growls getting close to your ear.
His metal finger leaves your now damp underwear as he slaps your ass and pushes you towards the bed. Being a good girl you do exactly as he asks.
You weren’t laying there long before you heard and felt your panties ripped from your body. You let out a moan and whimper, not just at the act itself but at the fact he barely had to tug to rip them.
Feeling Buckys hard length on your pussy makes you push and wiggle your ass back into him, earning you a nice loud slap.
“You ready for me, baby?” He growls right next to your ear, pushing his heavy body onto your back.
Your frantic nods are all he needs before he quickly straightens up again. With two strong hands on your hips, he wastes no time slamming himself into you.
Not being fully prepared for just how big he is, you let out a muffled scream. Your screams quickly turn into panting moans as he thrusts into you, hard and fast.
With no time to adjust and the strong grip on your hips not allowing you to move your hips on your own, you simply allow him to use and fuck you as he likes.
“Fuck! You are such a good fucking girl. You just take daddy’s cock, let him fuck your tight little pussy. God even with that gag you’re still a loud little girl.”
The way the words growl out of his mouth makes your mind go even fuzzier. Taken over by pure pleasure, you can’t help but let your eyes roll back and your tongue try to push out of the gag. With your climax fast approaching your screams soon turn into desperate moans and whimpers.
“Oh fuck. Now that’s a pretty site. You like when daddy talks dirty to you.”
Taking one hand away from your hip he wipes a finger over the saliva forming at your mouth and brings it down to your clit.
With this new added pleasure your heart begins to race even faster, your moans becoming fast pants.
“Fuckin tongue stickin out like you want a cock in your mouth. Maybe that’s how we shut you up next time, get Stevie in here to fuck your throat.” He growls, knowing both of your climaxes are fast approaching.
“That’s right baby, you cum around my cock and think of Stevie fucking your pretty face. Come on, darlin, cum for me.” He encourages, the fingers on your clit moving faster and faster.
With those words of encouragement your orgasm rushes over you, causing you to scream out and convulse in pleasure.
Barley having a moment to let your body go limp, you hear Buckys loud growl and a grunted ‘fuck’. Letting your body go and fall to the mattress you feel his warm release all over your back and ass.
The only sounds in the room are a mix of harsh pants and your heart beating loudly in your ears.
About to close your eyes from exhaustion you feel a warm cloth on your back and a light soothing hand on your hip.
“You did so well, baby.”
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I saw your kurumada x small reader and loved it! Can i request shin x a small reader? I think that’d be adorable <3
One Shin coming right up
Shin Tsukimi with a small reader
Flavor: Shin Tsukimi x gn!reader
Warnings: none
Headcanons under the cut v
Hoo boy, you've got this guy wrapped around your little finger, Imma tell you right now
Not only are you short and thus a prime target for teasing he can't quite pull on other people, but he also just thinks you're adorable
Oh yeah, he LOVES teasing you, even if he's on the shorter end himself
And god damn this guy is INSUFFERABLE
Like if you thought Kurumada was annoying, you ain't seen Shin with a height advantage
If you ask for ANYTHING, prepare to deal with him holding it over your head with a shit eating grin on his face because he will not give it to you without messing with you first
If you're struggling to reach something, he'll come over to you, pick it up, and just walk away with it while you chase after him
If you want a kiss, this guy is gonna make you work for it as he will not lean down for you. You will have to climb this man and subsequently knock him down because he's got the build and strength of a soggy noodle in order to get your kiss.
He will also make a TON of teasing remarks WHILE he's already doing these things so it is teasing on top of teasing
"What's wrong? Can't reach it?" "If you want it you're gonna have to jump." "Hey, it's not my fault you're only half a meter off the ground."
Shit like that to rile you up further.
But of course, he would never actually want to hurt you, so if he's being too insufferable make sure to let him know.
Putting aside the teasing now, he really does adore you.
He's a bit shy with physical affection so you'll probably have to initiate it yourself, but god damn he loves holding you close to him like a teddy bear.
At first he is very shy with cuddling, but over time he will grow more comfortable and eventually just pull you into a cuddle session himself.
And btw, if you want revenge on him for all the teasing, spoon him. He will get SO embarrassed and red in the face but he won't fight you on it
He loves to hug you from behind and rest his chin on your head. Very good for domestic moments like cooking.
Bonus points if there's music playing and he gently sways you to the rhythm.
He has tried to carry you before. Key word: tried.
This man has the physical strength of a twig. He tried to lift you and could only bring you about a few centimeters off the ground before he dropped you and collapsed.
More revenge tips: tease him about being unable to carry you. Very funny reactions as he gets red and tells you to shut it.
And if you wanna mess with him further, jump on his back and knock him over as he will not be able to stabilize the both of you.
His reactions to you doing this are incredibly rewarding.
I will say, Shin is incredibly protective of you
He will not take shit from others when it comes to you
He is the only one allowed to bully you and he will get defensive if he sees you being treated unfairly
As I've said, you've got him wrapped around your finger
And as much as he teases you, he will do anything for you
He thinks you are absolutely adorable and he loves you so god damn much
#your turn to die x reader#yttd x reader#shin tsukimi yttd x reader#shin tsukimi x reader#shin x reader
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PART 2 of Chip's prosthetic fic! (Here's PART 1)
Jay’s heart ached. She was angry, at first. Annoyed too. Another one of Chip’s dramatic antics, she thought. Sometimes she would play along, but this was during the middle of the fucking night. But after only a few seconds, she understood how much this wasn’t a hoax. Couldn’t help but wonder, how many other times have we missed this? Only once before had Chip had a similar reaction to pain, and her chest shook with a heavy breath at the memory.
She was worried sick. Had her arm wrapped around Chip’s back, hand ending on his shoulder, holding him close by her side. Every time he made a noise of complaint, she would tighten her grip on him and whisper reassuringly, “You’re doing great, almost there.”
When Gill finally finished, he caressed around Chip’s hand, making sure there wasn’t any uncomfortableness left. Cooling his hands, he massaged into the previously wounded skin, roaming across his palm, and up to where instead of a pinky finger, a nub was found.
Chip sighed and melted against Jay’s side, taking in a shaky breath, and loosely pointing to a sink cabinet. Gill wordlessly reached out from the floor and opened it up to find a can of Baking Soda. He looked at Chip confused, but hesitantly gave over the powder since Chip kept his hand outstretched, not using Jay for support anymore.
Once in Chip’s hand, his thumb unlocked the cap with a gentle “pop”, and sprinkled some over his left hand, spreading the soft powder throughout it. “It’s to prevent itching and chaffing.” Chip said plainly, at Gill’s confused look.
Jay was taken aback, he already had something prepared for this. “How long has this been happening? What was that?” Jay asked. It looked much better now; the only thing left was the outline the prosthetic had made on Chip’s skin for being worn so long. She took his hand, and traced the marks and dents left. “Why haven’t you said anything..?” She asked finally, pushing for an answer.
“It’s… never been this bad.” Chip supplied, but didn’t elaborate. Gill inched closer while working to hold Chip’s right hand, imitating Jay in the other side, worried but attentive. Chip looked up, and met the concerned eyes of his Co-captains, who were giving him the silence to think. He looked down at his hands intertwined with Jay’s and Gillion’s, how he’s still not used to seeing four fingers instead of five. He took a deep breath to ready himself.
“I feel weird, without my prosthetic. My grip isn’t the same. Holding my sword is harder, and I can’t afford to not hold my own as a pirate. What if we get attacked during the night again? And I’m not fighting at my best?” What if he couldn’t protect Ollie? What if he harmed someone else on accident? What if he got himself hurt and someone else got hurt trying to help him instead? These... aren’t viable options. “So I just,” He shrugs, grimacing. “Never took it off.” he muttered. “It hurt but, it was manageable.”
“Chip..” Gill frowned. “You’re only hurting yourself; you can’t fight at your best if you’re hurt.” his hand gripped harder at Chip's.
“Gill’s right, y’know.” Jay agreed. “We’re here to lean on the other when we need help. But we can’t read your mind.” She gestured to his head. “Let us help you. Lean on us.”
Chip smiles a little, “That’s fucking corny as shit.”
“How about we work on your grip strength? You can attach your prosthetic to a belt while we get to land. We’re gonna be at sea for a few days.” Jay insisted. “Give the prosthetic a break, Chip, please. Your hand already suffered once because of it.”
“I can help you train with your sword!” Gill said with a new shine is his eye.
Chip still felt unsafe, as if parting with his prosthetic would mean something would go wrong. “I can’t. How am I supposed to work?”
“How are you supposed to work well when you're constantly in pain? If you gain the confidence to go about your day without the prosthetic, you’ll be able to function assuredly with or without it.”
Gill reasoned with dedication and care laced in his voice.
Jay picked up the metal prosthetic, it rattled a bit because of the movement. “In the meantime, I’ll find ways to cushion it,” she looked at the inside, “so it doesn’t scrape you as much. Maybe it wasn’t fitted well.” She finished, feeling along the edge of it. Muttering more ideas under her breath while closely examining the contraption.
“See, Chip, this is going to be fun, because you’ll learn how to re-balance the weight of your sword, right? Then your equilibrium will increase and better because of it since you’ll learn to adapt and-" he continued off in an excited ramble.
Chip stared at Jay and Gill lost in their mission of trying to persuade him.
He suddenly felt a wave of love flood his chest, while staring at his best friends who despite being and looking ruggedly tired, ran to him, and stayed to help him. People who he didn’t know a year ago but couldn’t stand to live without today. He was overwhelmed by emotions and memories alike. And at 2am, on the bathroom floor, illuminated by the dim candle light and surrounded by his family, there’s truly only one thing he can say.
“Okay, okay. I’ll give it a shot.”
#jrwi#jrwi riptide#just roll with it#gillion tidestrider#jrwi gillion#jrwi podcast#jrwi show#chip jrwi#jrwi jay#jrwi fanfiction#fanfic#just roll with it riptide#jrwi chip#jay ferin#jrwi jay ferin#jay ferin jrwi#jay jrwi#chip bastard#chip james#chip lastname#gillion#gillion jrwi#jrwi gillion tidestrider#Chip's prosthetic jrwi#IT'S HEREEE#idk if I'll write more
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I’m so excited for ur Jetiri au 🤭🤭🤭
Me fucking too. And just because you asked, why don't we move the draft I've been working on right over here for you. I'm assuming you mean my modern au wheelchair Jake jeytiri shit, so that's what this is:
Quick recap from the Tommy post:
-Tommy was on a four year job with Grace studying botany in the rainforest in Brazil when Jake was paralyzed. Jake knew how excited he was about this once in a lifetime experience, and basically threatened to end Norm if he tattled to Tommy.
-Norm's solution was getting Jake into Mo'at's free clinic on a favor. He'd volunteered there a lot while he was getting his medical degree and ended up liking it so much he works there when he's got a free moment between research and projects. So he has a tiny bit of leeway to beg for a spot for Jake from Mo'at and Sylwanin.
-Jake is not the normal clientele for the free clinic. They are on the edge of the reservation, and mostly only cater to the native population and those nearby. Sylwanin tells Norm this, but Mo'at is pretty sure this'll work out. She can just tell that for some reason they need Jake just as much as he needs them.
-When Jake first shows up, Neytiri has last minute replaced Sylwanin for the month because she had to fill in for a doctor who had to go on emergency leave a few counties over. Jake will later insist this was divine intervention, whereas at the time Neytiri was fairly sure she was being punished.
-Neytiri is eighteen and freshly graduated from high school, and completely sure she does NOT want to work in the free clinic for the rest of her life. She isn't exactly sure what she will do, but it'll be something big and life changing.
-Jake is twenty-two and his life is over. He went from being a promising young marine one second, to being a burden on everyone around him the next. And now even this girl at the clinic is forced to deal with him when she wasn't supposed to.
-They start of very slow, with halfhearted attempts at weightlifting that Jake's heart is clearly not in very much. Neytiri starts to get a little more invested. She insists that he needs more wheelchair dexterity training, and stands on the back of his chair and makes Jake cart her around to all her other patients for a week. At first it was a joke but it quickly becomes a floor is lava type situation, where if she touches the ground she looses. She takes them swimming in the pond, forces Tsu'tey to help her create a wheelchair obstacle course and then makes he and Neytiri take turns racing Jake through it, takes him to an archery range for the arm strength.
-They start to get more and more ridiculous as she becomes pretty sure what Jake needs is to realize he can still do everything he wants. They go skydiving, play paintball, and go on a hike when Norm manages to rig a chair with wheels that go outdoors better.
-O b v i o u s l y one of the most important tests/exercises they do regularly is just like, making sure his dick works. Just to check. Gotta be sure.
-When Sylwanin comes back and asks her mother where Neytiri is so she can say hi, Mo'at rolls her eyes. Sylwanin is then almost run over by the classic daily Neytiri and Jake wheelchair race, who both then start demanding Mo'at declare them the winner. Mo'at picks Jake because she loves bothering Neytiri (and her soft spot for Jake is as well hidden as the sun) and Neytiri once again blames his experience and they bicker as she jumps on Jake's lap for a ride to her next patient.
-Sylwanin: ...wha-
Mo'at: shhhhh. Let it happen.
-The not so secret reason that Jake was at the clinic was less for his recovery and more for the literal depression he clearly had. It was Norm's "I will not rat you out to Tommy" condition. Jake considers himself all cured of that shit now, Norm, but everyone else isn't so sure. They all have come to love (and be super annoyed by) Jake and Neytiri together, but it's important Jake is able to be not depressed without Neytiri there.
-Jake: psh, why do I need to be happy without Neytiri?
Norm: because it's normal and healthy, Jake.
Jake: okay but what you are asking for is literally impossible.
-They give him a week. A week at home, NO NEYTIRI. The week does pass, and it actually goes well for Jake. He takes some independent trips in his brand new Norm finagled (bc the real ones are crazy expensive) Jake drivable truck, he works out on his own, reconnects with his old friend Trudy from the marines. He feels competent. He can't help but feel like he owes that confidence to Neytiri.
-Neytiri is noticeably sulking around the clinic, to the point that Sylwanin almost ALMOST calls Jake for her. It's insane. They're known each other for like three months at this point. Sylwanin has known her fiance her entire life, and she loves Tsu'tey, but sometimes he drives her crazy. They survived her month away, and she has work trips often.
-When Jake pulls back up to the clinic on his own in his own truck, they have the most dramatic reunion ever. It's like something out of a romcom. The regulars HAVE to applaud.
-It's to almost no ones surprise that when Jake announces his intention to head out traveling, Neytiri announces she'll be going with him. They spend the summer sending pictures from Niagara Falls, The Great Canyon, Arashiyama Bamboo Grove, the black sand beaches in Iceland, The Great Barrier Reef, Vaadhoo Island and many other places.
-They return happy, married, and pregnant; again, to no ones surprise (although Sylwanin manages to muster up a little outrage).
-Norm is so close to ratting Jake out to Tommy at this point.
#they are#children#we forget the amount of stupid shit neytiri did in movie one#they are one braincell buddies they are jocks#sylwanin and mo'at are the nerds neytiri is a JOCK#but we will stop here#FOR NOW....#jake sully#neytiri sully#jeytiri#norm spellman#mo'at#sylwanin#tommy sully#grace augustine#tsu'tey#trudy chacon#avatar#avatar the way of water#james cameron avatar#avatar 2009#melissa's asks#melissa on avatar (cameron)#we are mindmelding get in#modern au (wheelchair! jake edition)
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