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dizscreams · 1 year

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Hii new follower here And I just wanna request a Jack Champion × reader having a low-key relationship like having a couple rings, wearing the same clothes and posting low-key pics of each other on their ig but not confirming it. But one day they show up at the premier of Avatar together and that just confirm that there are indeed together.

Sorry if this is too long HAHAHAHAHA and thank you!❤️

ty for the request, sweetheart! I ADORE THIS AAA!! 🩵

Lets Give ‘em a Show — Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack champion x fem!reader

SUMMARY: everyone already suspects you two are together but it gets confirmed when Jack brings you as his date to the Avatar premiere!!

A/N: okay this is set when Avatar 2 was already filmed and it was abt to come out. Cause that’s when interviews started happening and he already started filming scream 6 I think and yeah I think it just makes more sense when you know the context lol 😭

It wasn’t a secret you and Jack were close. Ever since it was announced that he would be in Avatar The Way Of Water he had gained attention, so that led to curious people finding his instagram. Some people who were trying to keep up with the new avatar and the new cast and others who just thought he was pretty.

And since Avatar 2 was just a few weeks away from coming out in theaters, Jack was more active on instagram. For both promotion and for fun. They didn’t have to scroll very far to find you on his instagram, you were practically in every picture. Now, you weren’t an actor or anything you were just a friend of Jack’s, or that’s what he referred to you as towards strangers at least. There wasn’t confirmation that you were together it was just assumptions and theories from people who didn’t even know you guys.

It was a fair assumption, you both spent almost every day together and the pictures you guys posted were definitely more than friendly and fans even speculated you guys had matching rings. But to be honest it was way more fun to tease everyone by taking pictures and videos that made you seem like a couple and then continue to deny it to people. Maybe you guys had more fun with it than you should’ve especially since you were actually together, but nobody needed that confirmed!

The calmer things you guys would post would be simple stuff. Stuff “friends” that have known each a long time could get away with. That didn’t stop people from getting suspicious though.

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jackchampion I’m back home with @ y/nnn763 !

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y/nnn763 had fun tonight! ❤️

| user527 Cute!

| user1222 👀👀

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y/nnn763 @ a cafe w the one and only @ jackchampion

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jackchampion It was yummy

user6727 Are u guys on a dateee?

The more “scandalous” stuff you guys would post would be things that would definitely make people raise an eyebrow when you tell them you’re just friends. Looking at those pictures always made Jack laugh. He loved that he was able to show people you were his even if it wasn’t confirmed to the public, they still knew.

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y/nnn763 halloween :) @ jackchampion

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jackchampion We look so good 😎

| user0067 THE ARM? JACK?

baileybass I love this!

user7777 the way he’s looking at her 🥹

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jackchampion She made me match with her 🙄 @ y/nnn763

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y/nnn763 you looked cute though

| jackchampion You did too :)

misstrinitybliss Aww cute I want some now 🤍🤍

user552917 sooo we’re just gonna ignore their comments orr

| user9173 RIGHT CAUSE I KNOW YALL SEE THEM

In every picture either of you posted there were comments about you both, even if one of you wasn’t even in the picture. At this point Jack wasn’t sure if he kept posting you to show you off or if it was for the sake of the bit. No, It was definitely to show you off. That was his favorite thing to do and he couldn’t wait for the day you guys finally announce your relationship so he can post more romantic pictures of you both.

His biggest worry was that he wouldn’t be able to take you to the Avatar premiere with him. He knew you loved him, that wasn’t why he was scared of asking, it was just that neither of you really talked about revealing your relationship. He figured you were both content with how things were now. With perfect timing you entered the room, “Hi,” you said peaking your head through the door.

“Hey baby,” your boyfriend greeted you with a smile, “C’mere I actually wanted to talk to you about something,” he said opening his arms and you crawled on the bed and sat on his lap while he wrapped his arms around your waist. “What’s up?” You asked curiously, it didn’t sound like he was breaking up with you so you weren’t too worried. “Y’know how the Avatar premiere is coming up?” He asked while fiddling with the hem of your shirt nervously. “Mhm” you hummed with your head slightly cocked to the side.

“Well..” he looked up at you, “I was wondering if you’d want to go with me?” A grin took over your face and Jack let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “You serious?” You asked excitedly.

“Uh huh, I’ve been wanting to show you off for a while now, you know that.” He poked your stomach and you let out a small giggle in response, “I was just worried you wouldn’t be comfortable with it.. we haven’t exactly talked about going public or anything before,” he continued and you nodded in acknowledgment. “Well, I’d love to go with you,” you told him and gently played with his curls.

“Good.” You both grinned and he kissed your cheek sweetly before speaking up again, “Plus all those people who already think we’re dating will finally get to breathe. They can get the answer they’ve been wanting for so long.” You chuckled in response, “Let’s give them a show then.” He laughed and kissed you softly. “Let’s give them a show,” he repeated.

It was the day of the premiere, finally the day came. This was Jack’s big moment and he couldn’t be more excited. He finally gets to watch the film he’s worked years on AND bring his beautiful girlfriend with him. How lucky was he?!

He dusted off his suit and shifted his balance from one foot to another nervously. It was about time to go on the carpet where the world would see him and his cast mates in all their glory. They’d also get to see you, they’d get to see you and Jack hand in hand and Jack wanted to scream. He was both very nervous and very excited. “Your hands are sweaty,” you told Jack looking up at him. He chuckled, “Yeah I know, do you wanna let go?” You shook your head, “No,” you said softly.

You were then told it was time for both of you to go on the carpet. Jack took a deep breath and while your hands were still interlocked he led you to the carpet. There were a ton of cameras and people in front of you telling you to ‘smile!’ And ‘look this way!’

You both did what you were told and you could feel Jacks hand slightly shaking. Then someone told you it was time for just Jack to be on the carpet and you nodded and before you walked away Jack whispered to you, “Are you okay?” You smiled, “I’m fine, I’ll see you in a minute.”

You stood kinda on the sidelines as you watched Jack smile and look pretty. Then it was time for his interviews and obviously you couldn’t be there right next to him but you knew he’d be fine. You watched as he walked up to where he was supposed to go and start answering questions.

“So, Jack can you tell me who you’re here with tonight?” Damn, right off the bat, he thought. “I’m here with my girlfriend,” a bright grin adorning his face, “This is the first time we’re really telling people about us so it’s really exciting. It’s also just an exciting night in general since the movie is finally going to be seen and yeah I just can’t wait to watch it.” He nervously laughed at his rambling and continued with the interview. Answering stuff about his character and the movie. He could hear his own voice shaking and he hoped the microphone didn’t pick it up.

You were talking to Bailey and Trinity as Jack finished up, until Bailey was called to do an interview. Jack made his way over to you, “Hi,” he kissed your head. “Hi, are you alright?” you asked him. “Yeah I’m good now,” he gave you a genuine smile and started talking with Trinity as you stood beside him, you could tell his nerves were finally calming down and you were glad. You went on your phone and you found a picture you took of your boyfriend before you guys went to the premiere. Why not post it? You clicked the post button and Jack nudged you slightly.

“It’s time to go watch it,” he said flashing you with a cute toothy grin. One that you’d see on a child when they get told they’re getting candy or a new toy. This meant a lot to him it made sense he was so ecstatic. You beamed at him, “It’s showtime.”

y/nnn763 avatar premiere with @ jackchampion I’m so proud of you ml :) ❤️

YAYA!! I got totally carried away with the instagram pictures and stuff and went down a rabbit hole. I could make a whole post on instagram posts with Jack 🤭 but yeah I think I made it a little different than the request and I’m sorry! <33 not too proud of it but I hope you enjoy regardless 🫶🫶

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #ethan landry #avatar the way of water #spider socorro #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫

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auras-moonstone · 10 months

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hello there could i request jack x actress!reader where they’re co-stars on a show or film and they obviously have feelings for each other but it’s like “everyone knows about it BUT them” kinda thing lmao they act like a couple but neither of them has brought the subject up

let’s just say they were nominated for an oscar and at the vanity fair after party jack’s talking to a girl when he sees the reader talking dancing a little too close to an actor (who’s literally just a friend) and he just goes up to them like “hey can i steal you for a second? great thanks lets go” and just drags her to a more private part (maybe a romantic balcony?) and he’s like “wtf was that???” and she’s like “well i can ask u the same mr.” and it’s just angry love confession and they kiss (no smut pls!!) please and thank you so much 😁

angry confessions are the best😫 hope you enjoy it! 🫶🏻

you belong with me — jack champion

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pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: y/n and jack belong together and, while everyone knows it, they acknowledged it. though, at the vanity fair party, the very awaited thing happens.

EVERYONE JUST KNEW Y/N AND JACK BELONGED TOGETHER. And every person who knew them agreed in something—it was very frustrating to see them act like a couple and completely deny there was something going on between them.

The cast of Avatar watched their bond born and blossom. It had been two years since they finished filming that movie, and the cast thought that, by now, they had already admitted their feelings, as they continued to work together after Avatar. And, by the way they were acting around each other throughout the Oscar ceremony, they were sure they were finally a couple.

“Holy shit, Jack, Andrew Garfield is two tables away from us” she said excitedly. “Oh god, is that Margot Robbie? Jack please pinch me I think I just saw Robert Pattinson, also known as the love of my life”.

“I’m not going to pinch you, and your fan girl side is absolutely adorable” Jack said, leaving a kiss on her nose. Y/N laughed and hid her heated cheeks on Jack’s neck.

“I’m so happy for you two!” Zoe told them. The whole table was looking at them as if they were the most adorable creatures in the world.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked confused.

“It was very obvious, you two had always acted like a couple around set. We all knew you would eventually get together” Sam said.

“Oh! No, we are not together. We’re just friends. And we do not act like a couple” Y/N said. The whole table let out a groan.

“I can’t with these two anymore” Stephen sighed.

Jack and Y/N exchanged glances, but said nothing, letting the ceremony continue.

AT THE END OF THE CEREMONY, THEY ENDED UP GOING TO THE VANITY FAIR PARTY. How could they not? Especially after Avatar won an Oscar. They had to celebrate. And above all, Y/N and Jack wanted to get Zoe’s words out of their minds.

“Y/N?” a voice that sounded familiar asked. The girl turned her head around to see one of her ex co-stars, Nick.

“Oh, god. Nick! Hi. It’s been so long” she said excited. He was one of the first people she worked with, and one of her first friends.

“You look amazing!” he said, looking at her emerald dress.

“Thank you, you too” Y/N smiled politely.

“Wanna dance?” Nick asked. Y/N looked around, Jack was supposed to bring some drinks, but he was nowhere to be seen. She was about to decline, when she caught his figure. Jack was talking with a very gorgeous girl, who had her hand on his bicep and was smiling at him in a flirty way.

“Actually, I’d love to” she clenched her teeth, eyes not leaving the scene as Nick led her to the dance floor.

“You okay?” Nick asked. Y/N blinked, finally looking at him. She faked a smile and nodded as they made a conversation.

Hearing Y/N’s laugh, Jack’s head turned around and closed his hand in a fist at the scene in front of him—his Y/N dancing with some boy and laughing at something he was saying. And his hand was on her waist. Her. Waist. Not caring about being polite to the nameless girl—who can’t seem to get her hand off his bicep—anymore, Jack marched towards the dance floor.

“Hey, can I steal you for a second?” Jack asked, not bothering to greet the boy dancing with Y/N. “Great thanks, let’s go” he said before Y/N could even open her mouth.

He led her to the large window at the end of the room, which led them to a beautiful antique balcony. “What the fuck was that?” Jack spat angrily once he closed the door, blocking the sound of the party. The chilly wind of the night embraced them.

Y/N looked at him in surprise, then in annoyance and crossed her arms in front of her chest “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“That… in there” his tone was hard “You were dancing with him, and giggling and flirting… what was that?”

Y/N scoffed “I could ask you the same question, mister. I mean, what was going on there between you and Mrs. Clingy?” her nose scrunched as the image of the girl touching Jack crossed her mind.

“Nothing was going on between me and-” he paused and frowned “Mrs. Clingy? What?”.

“Oh, Jack your hair looks so pretty tonight! Oh Jack, your suit is very stylish and the fabric is so soft! Can I touch it? Oh Jack, have you been going to the gym lately?” she imitated the girl’s pitched voice, while touching his arms “Holy fucking shit, the mice from Cinderella sound less annoying than her”

“That is not what she was saying at all!” Jack rolled his eyes. Lies, that kinda was how the conversation went “What about your boy, then? As if he wasn’t being all clingy, with his arms on your waist and showing you his charming smile, which in my opinion isn’t as charming as the girls on twitter say”.

The girl furrowed her eyes “The girls on-? never mind” Y/N sighed “We were literally dancing! What was he supposed to do with his hands?!” she exclaimed in a loud voice.

“Well, why were you dancing with him in the first place?” Jack asked, his tone matching hers.

Y/N moved her arms frenetically, it was something she did when she got frustrated “He’s my friend! We did a movie together a long time ago, we were catching up”

Jack let out a dry laugh “He sure as hell doesn’t want to be your friend”

“Oh, you read minds now!” she said sarcastically.

“I’m not stupid, I certainly can tell when a guy wants a girl”

“You’re totally wrong, but if he did, what is the problem?”

“There’s no problem!” he forced a laugh. “Why would there be a problem? You can flirt with whoever you want, dance with whoever you want, date whoever you want!”

“Then what is this discussion for?!” Y/N looked at him, she was basically breathing flames when she talked. “There clearly is a problem—you can flirt with girls but for some reason I can’t flirt with boys?? And you have to drag me away to cause a useless fight and can’t even tell me what’s the real reason”.

“So you were flirting!” Jack pointed an accusatory finger at her.

She let out a groan of irritation “That’s what you got from all that?! Really?! Why are you being so insufferable right now?”

“Because I fucking love you!” Jack’s statement was as loud as the beats of her heart when she took in his words. “And I can’t stand seeing you dance with him, looking so fucking angelic. It drives me nuts how he gets to hear you laugh and your sweet voice. I want you to dance with me, I want you to laugh with me, I want the hand on your waist to be mine… and you know what else I want?” he asked, his voice gradually lowered as he spoke, and now it was soft as silk. And his face was only inches away from hers. Y/N was speechless, so she just shook her head “I want to kiss you, and I want everyone to see—especially him”.

“You are so… frustrating” she sighed, now her tone was calmer “He is just my friend, I promise. And I don’t want anyone but you, Jack. Ever since I met you on set, you have been the only boy on my mind. I don’t care how charming his smile is” she said, and Jack whispered ‘not that charming’. “He is not you”.

Jack smiled at those last words. He brought his hand to the side of her face, to pull away a strand of hair that fell from her ponytail “I’m sorry for acting like a jealous boyfriend. I had no right, it just… it pissed me off as much as it scared me”.

“Scared you?” she asked confused, leaning into the softness of his palm.

“The thought of you being with someone else, and losing you before I even got to tell you how I felt… it scared me” he confessed.

Y/N basically threw herself in his arms “I love you, Jack. And I’m sorry too, I also acted like a jealous girlfriend. And if it makes you feel less guilty, I was two seconds away from leaving the place with brunette strands of hair as a trophy”

At that, Jack bursted out laughing “You remind me of that villain bunny from The secret life of pets”

“Jack!” she laughed, pushing his shoulder gently.

“You’re so cute. I love you” he smiled as he left short kisses on her cheeks.

“Just for the record, you are also the least intimidating-looking guy ever. You are literally a golden retriever”

He grimaced “I’m a cat person”

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling from ear to ear “Just kiss me, dork”.

Jack’s hands grabbed her cheeks as she raised her head to meet his lips. Their chests tightened as they became addicted to the softness of each other’s lips and the taste of cherry that Y/N’s chapstick provided. Her fingertips lost between his long curls as his traced circles on her blushed-covered cheeks.

They cursed the oxygen as they pulled away, breathless and complete mesmerised by the other, as if there were under the influence of some kind of spell. The magic broke with the sound of an opening door, and Y/N couldn’t help rolling her eyes at the sight of the brunette girl.

“Jack! I have been looking for you” her high pitch tone made Y/N’s jaw clench. “Oh, sorry. You don’t mind if I steal him, right?” she asked Y/N, a fake smile plastered on her face.

Y/N mimicked her smile “He’s busy right now. Come back never”

Jack tried not to laugh “Sorry, I want to be here with my girlfriend. There’s a guy on table 5 called Nick who is totally your type, though, you’ll like him”

The girl, clearly confused, turned around and left them alone. Y/N looked at Jack “Can we get out of here? I hate parties”.

“Sure, love. Movie and ice cream?” he asked, grabbing her hand and intertwining their fingers. Their hands, as always, fitted just right. Like they were made to go together, like they belonged together—just like Y/N and Jack.

Y/N smiled and kissed his knuckles “You know me so well, I love you”.

#jack champion #ethan landry #jack champion x y/n #jackchampion #jack champion x reader #jack champion fluff #jack champion oneshot #jack champion imagine #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #jack champion fanfic #ethanlandry #scream iv #ethan landry x reader

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theblueseassoul · 4 months

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“My heart.”

Request: ✓ “Possesive Eetu” from anonymous

Eetu x Na’vi reader

No warnings.

Avatar: frontiers of Pandora fan fiction

No use of y/n. Gender neutral reader. Read in the second person.

Translations:

Ma’yawntu - my beloved / my loved one

Honatsyìp - “hona” adorable/cute/endearing “Tsyìp” little, usually

taronyutsìp - little hunter

Ma’ Txe’lan - my heart

Ma’ - My / Mine

You had been busying yourself around the home tree today. You flitted na’vi to na’vi, doing whatever they had asked you to do. You helped the weavers make new clothes, helped Relun with ingredients for his special meals of which he gifted to you, after your hard work. Nefika praised you, grinning at you like a proud mother as she stroked your arm while you stood with her. “You are truly a gift, Ma’Yawntu.” Her and her sweet pet names. You’d roll your eyes at it if you hadn’t picked it up from being around her so often, because you had noticed you started calling many people yawntu, Honatsyìp, and the like. You smiled bashfully at her, casting your gaze to the ground for a moment.

“Thank you, Nefika.” You managed to say. The woman smiled brightly and squeezed your shoulder affectionately “my little Sarentu is growing up so quickly! Go, don’t let me hold you back. You’re very popular.” You furrowed your brows in confusion to her comment, and she tilted her head towards the few scattered na’vi waiting for your assistance, and among them you spotted the hunter Eetu. He was smiling at you, a sort of sweet and yet cocky grin that had you returning the smile, offering a small wave before dismissing yourself from Nefika’s side. You greeted the na’vi who called your name sweetly and asked for a favor, however your focus was on Eetu. He knew too, as he watched you stride past the other na’vi, trying not to be whisked away by another mountain of requests.

Upon finally reaching him, you gestured a greeting, as he did the same. “I see you, Eetu.” You said, broad smile resting over your lips, your eyes crinkling slightly. He returned the gesture, bowing his head slightly “I see you.” He only looked away for a moment before his eyes met yours again. Eetu’s eyes were brilliant, a soft golden that was stunning in the current lighting, always glistening with some sort of mischief. You dropped your hand down to your side and asked “I haven’t seen you all day, what have you been up to?” He hummed softly in reply at first and leaned in, giving his signature smirk.

“Were you looking for me?” Eetu asked, and you rolled your eyes, somehow expecting his response. You shook your head slightly and turned your gaze away, looking off into the distance towards the bustling entrance of the home tree. He moved into your view once more, tilting his head, his braided hair falling slightly, as if saying ‘look at me.’ You chuckled and crossed your arms “you can’t answer a question with a question, Eetu.” You simply told him, raising your brow at him. He laughed, straightening up and dusting off the imaginary dirt off of his hands.

“Okay, okay.” He started, crossing his arms. “I haven’t been doing much. I try to stay out of your way when you’re, you know…” he motioned to you, and then out to no where specific. He meant bouncing back and forth between tasks like a butterfly. Unable to make up your mind and unable to stand still. You let out an airy laugh and nodded “well.. I’m not doing ‘you know’ing” you put up air quotations, making fun of him playfully “anymore, would you like to go out hunting with me later?” You asked. Usually, when you and he needed to get away he would take you hunting. However today he shook his head, his smile faltering just slightly, looking almost apologetic “I can’t. I’m sorry taronyutsìp.” He rested his hand against your upper arm.

You shook your head, gently placing your hand over his. “Don’t be.” You offered a sweet grin and pat his hand “later, then.” He nodded, you reached out and squeezed his shoulder before turning away, going to busy yourself once more.

You’d lost track of time, and now you find yourself helping one of the hunters with their bow. He sat next to you on the rock you perched yourself on, his legs dangling beneath him as he watched you string the bow. “You have to take care of your bow.” You scolded light heartedly, glancing over at him. He laughed, shrugging “It was an old string. It was bound to happen. I’m glad you’re here to help me.” He said, gently nudging your shoulder in thanks. You hummed in response, an amused, sweet noise.

Eetu had been looking for you, and now he stood off to the distance, close enough to hear the conversation. His ears flicked with irritation, his fingers fidgeting with the string of his own bow strapped across his chest. He wanted to take you up on your offer once more now that he was free, but he had stopped himself upon seeing you and the other na’vi sharing teasing words and playful laughter. You had pulled back his bow to figure out why he said it felt wrong, and the string snapped sharply as you pulled it back almost immediately.

Upon finishing, you slid down the rock and landed carefully, waiting for him to join you. The hunter jumped down, and you offered him his bow, however he reached past it and now hovered his hand over the irritated mark the string left against your skin, the blue skin there turning a bright purple ish blue. He frowned “I didn’t even notice.” Eetu did. He noticed the way you flinched when the string snapped against your arm and how you sucked in air to avoid yelping from surprise. But of course, this na’vi knew nothing. You brushed his hand away however he reached for you again, and that’s when Eetu took it upon himself to march himself over.

“I’m fine.” You dismissed it, and the hunter sighed almost frustratedly “let me help you, I-“ his gaze flicked next to you. You furrowed your brows and looked to your right and found Eetu, a smile that seemed sweet plastered over his lips but you could sense some kind of maliciousness in it. “Ta’pan.” Eetu greeted the hunter, and turned to you. His eyes filled with worry and he pulled your arm towards him, “that looks like it’ll bruise, taronyutsìp.” You paused at his sudden forwardness, pulling you closer and running his fingers over your arm gingerly. You gently pushed him away and turned to Ta’pan giving him his bow and instructing him to be more careful with his weapons age.

Ta’pan greeted Eetu, and you felt the hunter to your right wrap his arm around your waist “I expect you can hunt by yourself? I taught you better.” He almost scolded the hunter. Ta’pan hesitated, “I’d like to help with..” Eetu slightly waved his hand and then turned back to your still outstretched forearm, examining the irritated skin once more. “You need to be more careful.” He clicked his tongue at you and ran his thumb against your un-injured skin, gentle and firm at the same time. You felt more than confused as he examined you, he had never been worried like this before. You glanced at Ta’pan and said “I can join you later-“

“Ah.” Eetu cut you off and looked up to you “you have plans with me later. We need to go out hunting together. And, it’ll be a little delayed until we get this all better.” He was teasing you. You swore he was. You sighed softly and turned to the hunter to your left and smiled apologetically, and before you spoke Eetu pulled you in the opposite direction, your arm looped in his and his tail wrapped firmly around your waist, guiding you. You leaned into him, “m’yawntu, what-“ he glanced at you and hummed softly. “Is it so wrong I want to spend time with you?” Then he cocked a brow up “yawntu?” You rolled your eyes and put your hand in his face, making him laugh “okay, I won’t.” “Good.” You couldn’t help but grin, looking away to hide it.

As he said, he’d helped you carefully apply ointment to lessen the sting and calm the swelling for the future, and he stayed there for a while, his thumb running over your forearm, massaging it. “Eetu.” You called to him. His tail had moved from your waist to around your ankle. He hummed in response, glancing up into your eyes, brows furrowed. “It’s fine now.” You chuckled, pulling your arm out of his grasp and using your thumbs to smoothen out the skin between his brows and then ran them over his forehead “you’ll get wrinkles.” He closed his eyes as you massaged his face, his shoulders visibly dropping.

“You should’ve come to find me.” He muttered, his hand going to settle around your wrist, holding your hand to his cheek. You hummed “you told me you were busy.” “Still.” He insisted, “it’s better than him being all over you like that.” You made an incredulous expression and he opened his eyes, letting out an amused sigh. “Are you jealous? Ouuuh…” you joked, however he nodded, tightening his grip around your wrist. “If I am?” He asked softly. You looked confused, “what is there to be jealous about? Why would you be jealous anyways-“

“I call you ma’ txe’lan for a reason.” He said suddenly, pulling your hand from his face, his expression more serious than you’d ever seen it before. “Ma.’” He repeated ‘my’ and leaned forward, his ears flicking slightly “come to me even when I tell you I’m busy. It’s better than a guy sabatoging his own bow string to get you to fix it and you end up getting hurt.” He said, his insistent tone rising every word. Your heart fluttered against your chest, your stomach did flips, you had no words. He was never this forward. Sarcastic flirting, maybe, playful affection, the occasional forehead peck if you weren’t feeling well. This was something entirely different. It was strange. But you wouldn’t admit that you liked him being so forward, at least out loud.

You sighed softly, relenting “alright. I’ll come to bug you even if you’re beyond busy. Drowning in work. You won’t get rid of me. How’s that?” You teased, and his serious expression eased up, melting into a soft familiar smile “hmm. Perfect.” He agreed, leaning forward and loosely wrapping his arms around your waist, his forehead against your shoulder. “What a baby.” You hummed, rubbing his back with your nails carefully. He almost purred at the sensation, shifting closer, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Let’s stay like this a while. For health reasons.” He made an excuse. You smiled and rolled your eyes, shaking your head but pressing it against his “health reasons, of course.”

#avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #x reader #eetu frontiers of pandora #eetu x reader #x reader avatar

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crazystargirl · 6 months

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OH MY GUACAMOLE! JACK AND READER AT A RED CARPET

Reader is wearing a beautiful red dress and it catches Jack's eye because it's his favorite color. He knows her from Marvel because she plays a character in those movies. (probably a teen hero like spiderman) He fangirls over her and then realizes he's sort of famous too and walks over to talk to her. You can make up the rest :) I love your writing btwww!

you're also famous!

pairing ! - jack champion x reader

a/n ! - oooo i like this request, ty for it <333 also i decided to get rid of the word count since i felt pressured to reach a certain number 😭

you were currently posing on the red carpet for the photos for the scream 6

you had been obsessed with the scream movies since you were young, so when you got invited to the premiere you were ecstatic

unknown to you, jack was watching you as they were taking group photos

he had seen you out of the corner of your eye since your dress was his favorite color

that and also the fact that you were one of the only people wearing a red dress

he'd seen you before in a few marvel movies where you portrayed silk (yall ik she doesn't rlly have a significant role in the mcu but let's pretend she does)

he was a huge fan of you since he's always loved spiderman since he was young

he wanted to go over and talk to you but it felt like he couldn't since there were so many interviewers stopping you

he took this time to take more photos and get interviewed but he kept freaking out since you were there

jack had absolutely adored our acting ever since he found out about you and very desperately wanted to get to talk to you

mason knew that jack would fangirl over you so he nudged jack

“dude just go talk to her, you're also famous” he said with a chuckle

jack felt himself go slightly pink, completely forgetting that he was now famous and it wouldn't be like he was talking to someone who didn't even know him

you had seen jack before and were impressed by his acting, especially since he wasn't in that many movies

after you had finished up an interview, you felt someone tap your shoulder and you turn around, looking up at the person

“hey uh i'm jack, i just wanted to introduce myself and just say i'm a huge fan” jack said looking nervous

“aww thank you! i'm y/n and i'm also a big fan of yours!” you say with a smile

“wait really?” he said shocked that you knew who he was

“yeah! you're spider in avatar and you're ethan in this movie!” you say laughing

“ohhhh yeah, i didn't really think people would realize that's me” he said with a chuckle, feeling himself warming up to you

you guys ended up talking for a while and jack took you to meet some of the other cast, who you were also big fans of

after the movie, jack came up to you asking you what you thought and then said something so unexpected

“so uh do you think i could get your number?” he asked nervously

you were shocked but nodded quickly, giving jack your phone so he could type his number in

“i know this seems a bit quick but i was wondering if i could take you out some time?” he said after handing your phone back

“no it's ok! but yeah i would absolutely love to!!!” you said, excitedly

when it was time to finally leave, jack gave you a hug and you kissed him on the cheek

“i'll text you later!” you said, leaving the embrace, giggling at jack's shocked expression

“yeah right that…bye y/n!!!” he said finally getting back to normal and waving at you

“bye jack!!!” you said, getting into the car

you were so excited for what jack had in mind for taking you out

especially since he had been your long time celebrity crush

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lancermylove · 29 days

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How Would They Say It 2 (Pic HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x gn!Reader, Luke platonic.

Warning: None

A/N: I am not sure if you guys will like this series, but I had a lot of fun writing the first one.

Series: [1]

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You: "Welcome back to the game! Last time, we played this game with the cast of Twisted Wonderland. This time, we have the cast of Obey Me."

"(Y/n), who are you talking to?" Solomon asked with a raised eyebrow. "Also, what is...Twisted Wonderland?"

"Why...are you calling us the cast of Obey Me? What is Obey Me?" Satan asked curiously.

"Are ya tellin' us to obey you?" Mammon mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Nothing. Nothing any of you need to worry about. Um...I am talking to...myself?" You nervously laughed but quickly cleared your throat and looked at everyone in front of you. "Anyway. So, the rules of the game are simple. I give you a question, you give me an answer. All you need to do is be yourself. Nothing more, nothing less. Let's get started. So the first question is: what is the silliest fear you have? Something funny, not an actual phobia or fear."

"Wait, Lucifer...you brothers already cause trouble," you chuckled.

"Precisely. Quite a silly fear, wouldn't you agree?" The Avatar of Pride responded in an exhausted voice.

"Right. And Mephistopheles, why are you fearful of talking in your sleep? What do you have to hide?" You curiously raised, wiggling your eyebrows. The demon scoffed and averted his eyes from you, but his cheeks were slightly red.

"Barbatos. Thirteen. Who is this mage you speak of?" Solomon innocently asked. Barbatos ignored his question while Thirteen glared at the back of his head.

"Also, Mammon, why fear not wearing pants? I am sure your fans..." You started to say but paused when you realized Luke was in the room. Clearing your throat, you looked down at your cue card. "Anyway, the next question is for everyone except Luke. Say that you were dating me. What sweet nickname name would you call me by? And I literally mean the name of the dessert."

After hearing all the names of the desserts, Beel's mouth began to water. "I'm hungry..."

"Me too, Beel. Me too. Thirteen, you look like you want some dessert," you giggled. "I know I do."

The grim reaper chuckled and nodded, "I could use some. Luke, think you can make something after this?"

He smiled widely and nodded frantically. Grinning widely, you quickly said, "Since dessert awaits, I will cut this short. So, only one more question. What do you like the most about me? One word answer only!"

"Cheeks? Why my cheeks, Solomon?"

A part of you didn't want the answer to the question, but you were too curious. The sorcerer chuckled, "I like pinching them and annoying you."

Sighing, you shook your head, not expecting anything else from him. But Thirteen's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. "Dessert time! Let's go. Let's go!"

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villainsimpqueen · 4 months

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The Barren Lands: New Horizons

Recom Miles Quaritch x Na'vi reader

A special following the events after my fanfic "The Barren Lands" Which is available on A03 and Wattpad as its it birthday!

With this i wakt to say thank you to everyone who had supported the Barrens land's fanfic and a specail thank you to @choclodox and @nin3kyuu for blessing the Barrens lands with fanart that ultimately brought more fans to read it and genuinely being amazing people i got to become friends with and grow with in the avatar community.

For those who dont know @nin3kyuu has their own Na'vi clan species known as Moutain Na'vi with amazing lore and gorgeous art and i highly recomend you all go and explore her pages of moutain Na'vi.

And @choclodox has gorgeous art and a fanfic of their own Na'vi species clan known as night Na'vi with amazing lore and You should also go to her pages and explore the world of night Na'vi!

Now onto the ✨️ Special ✨️

--- The Barren Lands: New Horizons-----

A choir of small snores, soft sighs and tired groans rang into his cropped ears. His tail twitching slightly as he felt drowsiness hold him tight to keep him asleep for just a little longer. He could hear the sandstorm had left long ago in the night leaving him and his family alone once more. Though sleep would not take hold and his emerald green eyes fluttered open to the soft breathing of his sleeping mate. Even after so many years the mere sight of her makes his heart slam against his ribcage and chest. He traced her arm as he held her close, each one of her breaths pushing her back against his chest as he traced his hand from her arm down to her where his bright blue thumb contrasted harshly against her gray hued skin. Her tail slightly tapping his leg as she shifted more into him, nuzzling her face into his other arm, ears twitching. Miles stilled, not wanting to wake y/n up, watching her settle back in place and slumber causing him to smile slightly and press his lips against her shoulder. His eyes soon moved away from her and to their young sleeping in a pile not too far from them. His eyes moved from the youngest to the not so youngest and his tail twitched with the sinking feeling of his chest as he was reminded how soon the oldests ones would challenge him and their mother to prove to them and themselves that they are adults and ready to leave the safety of Y/n and His arms and trek through the Barren lands alone. Old enough to search for mates of their own and start families just like his oldest son had done a few years back.

His eyes shifted over all of them memories of how they all were once so little in his arms, some not even hatched from their chrysalis.

Kalanchoe, his second oldest son who once was a tiny tike in his arms, has now grown into a young man. While his oldest could have left shortly after his eighteenth year, he had stayed with them not het challenging Miles to show he was ready to leave the family.

The reason was simply sleeping not too far from him, His sister Neoma who softly snored and kicked her leg out so often that it would slam against Kalanchoe knee making him groan and twitch away. The two had always been close and though Kalanchoe could have left he stayed two years longer so that he could leave the family with Neoma and explore the world with her. As the two were very adventurous out of all their siblings it wasn't long before talks of exploring the mountain ranges had been exchanged between them for nearly two years and then to explore the cast forest.

While He knew that both of them were strong and that they handled themselves very well as they had learned from the best who slept in his arms peacefully, he didn't want to say goodbye to his children. He did not know how long it would be until they crossed paths against the golden sands of their home, for it had been mere consequences when his family passed his oldest son and mates' family.

Spider was not like his other children, he was still just a human, and now a man in his early thirties and while he is still very much in his prime years, his golden ones were already starting to take effect in his oldest son's aging. Something that hadn't dawned on him until he saw his son in that mere passing. While eight years hasn't barely changed himself, Change upon the years took hold of his oldest son.Spider had already started showing signs of gray hair coming in root with his blond ones. Wrinkles started to dent into his face and while his skin had tanned by the barren land's strong sun,it had only made him look more older. While Miles himself still looked young as the day he woke up for the second time as recombinant. Seeing the aging differences between himself and his oldest son brought a strong sense of mourning to settle deep into his chest, as the aging was a painful reminder of how much longer lifespans Na'vi live. His son's mates Haimona, Apera still looked as young as they did when they all left the pack though there were the familiar signs of exhaustion that came from being parents to their rambunctious and wild daughter. Plans had been made for the families to meet every three months at the oasis where He had first met his mate Y/n for a great family hunt and meal. It was those times everyone was able to catch up and from the last gathering Apera came bearing news that she would be baring another grandchild to Y/n and Him. That night was filled with celebration.

Miles took in a deep breath as his younger three children slept in the temporary den he had made for them. The twins Altan, Dagian and his youngest son Kayin. They all laid on top of each other in the small pile they made and the sight warmed his sudden heart only slightly until the thoughts of how fast the years would speed by before all three of them would too challenge him and fight to prove themselves as adults and ready to leave Him and His mate behind to start big lives of their own.

He felt movement against his chest and then a warm hand cupping the side of his face moving his green eyes to leave his children and into the silvered and amber ones of his love.

‘“My Miles.”’ She whispered to him not wanting to disturbed their children's sleep, her eyes never moving from his.

‘“Are you lost my Miles?”’

She referred to him losing himself in his thoughts, He did that sometimes, now more than often as he took in how their little ones were no longer as little. How so much has changed for him, How he ended up with a family he still strongly believed he never deserved but was so grateful he got to have and as he stared into Her gorgeous eyes he was so grateful that Ewya had her be the one to find him in that oasis so many years ago.

He moved his hand from her hip covering her hand with his own holding her soft warm palm closer to his cheek.

“‘No Darlin, I'm right here.”’ He whispered softly to her watching how her lips tugged to a soft smile as she traced her thumb against his cheek bone.

“‘You mustn't worry about them love, we raised them to be mighty.”’ She had reassured him by building up worries, making him squeeze her hand ever so slightly.

“‘I am their father, It's my job to worry for them.”’

Her smile only grew as she moved to face him, their chests against each other as she looked into his eyes and soul.

“‘You are their father, So have faith in them.”’ She softly whispered before she settled against his chest once more.

“‘Come, sleep, it is not time for us to be worrying.”’

And He chuckled holding her close once more, he watched as she drifted off back to unconscious dreams but his mind could not find its peace as he stayed awake watching over the family they had.

He knew deep down she was right, all their youngins would leave them and all will survive and make families of their own and with the oldest leaving, Y/n body will naturally change to the shift and with blessings of the great mother, They both will have more children to look after and teach the ways of the desert sands and have the honor of raising.

The family was up and moving before the sun rose over the golden sands, With Y/n leading and at the head of the family He stayed to the back of it watching all of them and the surroundings. Neoma and Kalanchoe were at the sides forming the protective Diamond as the Twins and his youngest son stayed in the middle. Years ago the two eldests themselves were in the safety of being surrounded by the adults when Lyle and Zdog were still traveling and their family was of a greater pack. But His two friends had discovered their own paths and left to walk it under the great mothers eyes. Something Miles could never hold against them as he too found the Path the great mother wished for him to follow instead of the path forced on him by his past.

Emerald eyes clashing over golden sands onto his family on a pathway they take every three months. Memories fade in and out of his sight as they move through the slightly chilled morning into the high heat of the day, only stopping for a hunt only leads to an argument.

The Argument started fast, Kalanchoe and Neoma now being adults in their minds refusing to stay behind Him and Y/n to watch their younger siblings, the start of what was to come soon coming so quickly, He wasn't ready to see his second oldest and third leave.

“‘You both need to keep an eye on things here.”’

“‘We can not stay behind your shadows because they are not ready to hunt for themselves! Father, Mother, we are not children anymore!” His daughter snarled, the little girl he once held no longer so small.

‘“You are still part of this family, And we look out for each other-.”’ He never got the chance to lecture, to try to guide them, to comfort his already knowing mind that they both were still mere children.

“‘We will not always be here to watch them.”’ Kalanchoe interjected, moving to stand against him.

‘“You refuse to see us! You see what you wish to see, but that is not us anymore! Neoma and I can Hunt, We can survive without worrying mothers mind, but you still refuse to see us!.”’

‘“You both aren't ready!”’ Miles snarled, ears slicking back and his tail moved agitatedly as he saw his own son's ears slicked back, teeth being barred.

“‘I'll force you to see me.”’ Kalanchoe countered a snarl.

‘“You don't know what your doing boy.”’ A warning, perhaps hoping that his son would in fact stand down, but his son geared up towards him.

‘“Kalanc-”’

‘“Ahh.”’ Y/n moved a knowing hand onto her daughter's shoulder and she watched the males get into each other's face.

She knew for a while now that it was only a matter of time before nature took its course, one she has seen in her own childhood watching older brothers challenge their father, some winning and leaving their marks of passage on her fathers skin ones her father would wear proudly after he mourned the chasing off of his sons, and others put in their place by her father not yet ready to leave her parents arms and travel the golden sands on their own. Not quite yet Men in their own right to be guided by the great mother to find a wise female to guide them like She has done to her miles, and like her mother and mothers before her had done with their mates.

These instincts were not something her dear mate could push away and hide from, Not when their sons and future sons need this vital moment to be deemed ready to follow the path the great mother sees for them, a path that she could not dare stop.

All she could do was guide her soon to be adult daughter and her younger sons out of the way and observe the challenge that was being played out.

One Her dear mate did not have to go through with their oldest son Spider.

The sun beat down upon them all, sweat sticking on their skin was not something that deterred the Older and Younger men, not even when the little protective garments they wore stuck like wet clay against their skin.

Both baring teeth at each other's ears slicked back. One thin tail slapping against sand and his legs the other thicker tail tip shaking like an extinct earthly snake's tail.

Both silently glaring at each other to stand down and yet at the same daring the other to make a move.

Growls of different octaves rising from their throats at each other being carried away in the little wind from the past sandstorm.

Two mindsets now setting into place, one of a past colonel and one of a young naive warrior.

It was Kalanchoe who moved first, slashing at his father with a blade Miles had sat beside him in his younger tweens and taught how to carve from the deserts limestone.

Once an innocent memory being tainted in his sheer determination to slash this very blade across his fathers chest to draw blood and rip flesh apart.

Miles moved out of the way with his hand wrapping around his son's wrist and within the first seconds of the attack it was like he was no longer seeing the small boy he took in but another enemy on ghostly battlefields.

But this enemy was not one taught by any military but a blend of himself and the love of his life.

Kalanchoe had no true military fighting style but one of the savage nature that his mother taught him and that style was to go for the throat no matter what. The sand kicked up between them as Miles focused on blocking his son's attempts while Kalanchoe would come at him at angles that gave away to one's lack of experience and yet each blow came with a promise of a fatal wound if it had landed.

Bare teeth and spit flying from snarls as both tumbled after another, one delivering blows to tire and the other blows that were meant to kill in front of a audience of a obversant mother and mate and the frightful eyes of younger sons who didn't quite understand that in time they two would be in this deadly dance of dominance against their father.

Eyes of a worried sister who would not have to face such passage of right into adulthood and while her passage would not be one of ease but one of testing wisdom to prove she would be able to guide her future family shall the great mother guide her to one.

Kalanchoe found himself rolling into the sands, his attempt to prove himself to his father falling in vain as he heard his father snarl grow louder above him. The roughness of his fathers hands shoving his shoulders and back into the sand.His blade long gone hidden in the sand they both kicked up lashing and blocking at each other. His attempt to prove himself was futile and while he still felt this instinct needed to still bare teeth and rip into his fathers flesh, the feeling of submission and failure started to take root into his chest.

His ears starting to droop back and his head starting to turn to the side, to accept his failure and his Fathers experience victory soon fell short as his arm glided across loose stone that thinly sliced his arm.

Memories of His father telling him how to hold it long taking root in his head.

‘“Even in its raw form son, it is sharp, so you must hold it carefully so you don't lose a finger.”’

His father had no knowledge of what he had bestowed to him so many years prior but it was knowledge that later in life Kalanchoe will bestow to his own sons and daughters, but in this moment, it was the knowledge that cut through his palm. Knowledge that glided across his fathers left shoulder and across his chest causing droplets of Kalanchoe victory to smear over his face and chest as he pushed against his father throwing him off balance and into the sands that now had bits of it stained with red.

His passage was seen by the observant eyes of his mother, the fearful gazes of his younger brothers that did not understand his savage fight with their beloved father and the sadden gaze of younger sister who knew what was to come next.

Kalanchoe glared down at his father snarling moving the raw rock from his fathers bleeding chest and in his bleeding hand moving it to strike him once again, only to be met with a blow from his side knocking him away from his winded father and into the sand he rolled until he could regain his balance and be met with sight of his once loving and warm mother now changed with her ears slicked back teeth bared a blade in her own hand as she hissed at him, now protecting his father and his siblings far behind her.

No longer seeing him as a harmless son but now a possible threat of his family, a need to banish him away, though this banishment was not one of hatred but knowing if he stayed only more challenges that would end in blood would happen between him and his father, and keep happening until there was no memories to keep their battles bittersweet to stop each other from digging a blade into the others neck.

As this was the passage of adulthood for young sons who were no longer to be seen as boys but men in these harsh sandy lands.

His mother would protect her family, as she would acknowledge him victor of this challenge and will no longer provide him guidance or protection.

But as Kalanchoe shrunk back from his mothers rejection, he still stood up proudly only sparing his sister a gaze of goodbye and once he knew she understand where to find him as he turned his back to his Mother, his younger brothers he would one day meet again in the barren lands, his father who was trying to move from under his mothers protection to stop him from leaving and he fled, and while his mind had no guidance for what steps his feet would take. his heart however was guided by the true mother leading him to his just beginning life.

Y/n coated his wound with a salvage preventing sand from getting into the wound and making the exposed flesh fester and rot.

Their younger sons played amongst each other rough housing as the scene that had been taken before then not nearly an hour ago was forgotten to them as they played. Playing that to them would be an instinctual drive to fight, yet they allowed them to be peacefully in play.

Their daughter sent on a hunt on herself to prove herself ready to leave their arms of safety as well, as Neoma was always attached to her older brother's hip and plans and promises of adventure had been made far before any plans of finding one's mate and starting families.

“‘He is not ready.”’ Miles spoke softly, wincing as his woman cleaned his wound and protected from the harsh climate elements.

“‘My Miles,”’ She spoke to him softly, patiently as always as she made his gaze meet her own.

“‘He is a man now, He has beaten you strongly, if he wasn't meant to be a man he would have failed.”’

“‘He is only a boy, not even in his full twenties yet.”’ he tried to reason with her but she gave him a knowing look as she cupped the side of his face.

“‘ My Miles, as i told you before, We age and grow differently from your ghosts past, this mark may sting and you shall mourn as long as it stings but in time as it heals you will wear this scar with pride, knowing that your son is a man who will not be taken down so easily by rivaling men and a Man who can keep his mate and our future grandchildren safe. and shall our paths cross amongst these sands again with our sons you will see the man you raised.”’ She spoke softly to him as she moved her hand across his chest, softly taking in the mark across the chest already with so much pride. Pride in the boy her and Miles adopted, proud of Miles for being their son's first true enemy, first true battle to push their son to be a strong warrior of these lands.

“‘in time you will grow to want to have these marks, To know that each one of our sons grew into strong men like their father.”’ She said softly kissing his temple as she moved to settle beside him watching their three younger sons rough housing in the sand. Though she could see in time her mate standing proudly like her father once had each time one of her many brothers prived them.as able and strong men.

She felt Miles sigh and leaned into her one of his strong arms wrapping around her as he watched their sons play.

“‘You sound so sure.”’ He nutters, causing her lips to quirk. “I just don't want them having a hard time.”’

She turned to look at him with a small smirk on her face as she stared at the man she so deeply loved, the one who was so stubborn and wondered how he had even survived so long before the great mother led him to her to teach and guide.

“‘A Quaritch looking for an easy way? I would go blind before seeing such a sight.”’ She quipped at him causing him to chuckle his green eyes rolling but she felt his tail swaying against hers.

“‘You know what I mean.”’ He breathy pushed out trying to hide how his lips pulled into a smirk causing her to chuckle.

Bright amber eyes scammed the golden sands as she ducked down, staying low to the sands like how her mother and father had taught her. She moved slowly but with efficacy as she approached the herd she caught sight of their tracks.

She had to force her mind to stay sharp and focus and not be clouded by the events that took place before her and her family. Her heart ached and she already missed her older brother teasing comments of how bad of a hunter she was. She missed having Kalanchoe here to hold the heads towards her.

Hunting alone was something new and foreign to her as she had always wanted with her older brother or with her parents. But she was given this choice..

To stay and learn more from.her mother even though her mother deemed her ready to take this step of her life or take on her mothers challenges to prove herself as a woman ready to leave her family's guidance and protection. Free to travel the lands by herself and to find her brother and join him in exploring the lands beyond the Barren lands. As Neoma took a deep settling breath closing her eyes as she breathed in, her ears perking up as she listened closely to movements she reminded herself who she was,

She was a Quaritch but most importantly she was the daughter of Y/n Te a te toto. The perfect mix of fuck around and find out as her father put it and she would concour this hunt and prove to her mother she was ready.

She opened her eyes ounces that her mother once head before the great battle, and she pushed from the sand attacking the side of heard watching as the animals panicked and moved sound of panic amongst the heard started and she like she was taught mimicked their noises to confuse them as she moved through the panicking heard eyes swept through the kicked up dust to spit the weak among them.

Undeterred, the young Na'vi locks onto her chosen prey, a young and inexperienced member of the herd. Closing in with a burst of speed, she unleashes into a sudden sprint, unsheathing her blade as she moves through the panicking animals. Her breathing seemed to slow as her body moved exactly how it was supposed to, no second thoughts needed to have it springing into action.

driven by her instincts alone, ones honed through generations, swiftly closes the distance. The young prey darts left and right, attempting the desperation to flee the young huntresses. Though the animal attempts would fall useless as the young huntress anticipates each move, displaying her teaching taught well to her from her mother.

Time seemed to pause as she lunged to its side, her blade finding its mark into the animal's hindquarters, the blade ripping through raw muscle and tendons causing the animal to lose its footing in the sands and slide into a crashing fall. Neoma wasted not a second more before she was on top of the beast, her teeth bared as her hand slid quickly against the thick veins and tendons of its neck, staining the sand red below the creature's neck. Neoma panted as she stared at the creature she had hunted alone by herself and she moved her head to the fallen animals.

“‘May your gentle soul return to the great mother safely as your body will provide my family energy to see another dawn.”’ She prayed for the animals' peace before she forced herself to carry it back to her parents.

Her younger siblings eagerly greeted her as they excitedly knew there would be a great meal for them to enjoy tonight. Neoma faced the prideful look of her mother and while her father seemed proud she could see a great sadness in his eyes.

Not much was spoken between her and her parents as she prepared the last meal she would have with her family.

Her.mother working on carving the very last bead she would have by her hand and her father watched at a distance as she was soon mixing chopped meat into a carved bowl of ground spices and allowing her siblings to eat as she licked her hands and moved to her father joining him as he watched the sun slowly fall.

“‘I will find him Dad.”’

She watched her father turn his head to him, his ears back but he gave her a soft smile.

“‘ I know, you both were always so close.”’ Miles told her softly, causing her to smile and lean against him. She enjoyed her fathers warmth one last time.

“‘You and other will be blessed with more soon, I expect to play with my new younger siblings one day.”’ She told him feeling her father wrap an arm around him and he chuckled.

“Don't know what will be ahead for us.”’ He softly told her and Neoma smiled.

“‘The great mother will bless you both again, She knows how much you both love each other.”’

“‘Ah well i think we will have our hands full with your younger brothers.”’ He said as he watched his younger sons messily eat their meal.

The twins seemly daring each other in some kind of race to eat more than the other while Kayin watched his older brothers Altan and Dagian stuff their mouths with as many meat chunks they could fit in them as he slowly chewed on his meat. Their mother scolds them to eat slowly before they choke on their food.

“‘Yea, Altan and Dagian are gonna make you old.”’

A silence took over them and she felt her father squeeze her slightly to him.

“‘You don't take shit from anyone ya hear me hun? Nothing will be easy for you now on.”’ He softly whispered to her and she smiled looking up at her dad.

“‘I am Neoma the daughter of Y/n, The granddaughter of the blood moon and I am the daughter of my father, a mighty warrior, a Quaritch.” She grinned at her father proudly.

‘“And we say Outstanding when told of the hard way.”’

Her siblings were put to bed long before her mother had sat down with her, Her father watching them in the den he dug into the dune they chose to stay by for the night. Her mothers hands braided the carved bead into the strand of hair that was her song chord. She enjoyed her mothers gentle hands before they moved away from her head for the last time.

‘“You are ready.”’ Y/n had told her confidently, making her smile.

“‘May Eywa guide you and the Guardians protect you daughter.”’

Neoma felt her mother's embrace one last time before she was left alone by the smoke of the fire as her mother joined her father and siblings in the den. Their first daughter stood greeted by the night sky light up with Ewyas stars and moved her palm up against the stars navigating the sky like she was taught by her mother who was taught by so many mothers before her and she silently thanked her mother and ancestors for such knowledges before she left the dying fire using the stars to guide her towards the mountains, to the path her brother Kalanchoe would have taken hours prior to her, and it did not take her long to find him through the nights hours passing.

Both siblings greeted each other in a tight embrace before they both moved through the sandy lands together with the excitement of adventure as they headed towards the mountain range they always were so curious about.

“‘The mountains first and then the forest yea?”’ Kalanchoe asked his younger sister as they followed the map burning into the sky their palms as their compasses.

“‘And from the forest we shall explore the skys!”’ Neoma told her brother excitedly as they went over the plans they made for nearly two years.

“‘Then we come back home to meet everyone at the oasis.”’ Kalanchoe reminded his sister as they kept moving.

‘“And we keep exploring until we find our own families…That is if you aint eaten by something before then.”’

“‘ Yes that is corr- Hey!”’

Sleeping snores moved through the den once more, like they had earlier this morning. Miles held Y/n to his chest as both watched their three younger sons sleep in a pile together mere feet away from them.

“‘Your awfully silent.”’ He softly spoke to his mate, feeling her shift against his chest, careful of his wound.

“‘I am praying to the mother to watch over them.”’ She said softly, feeling him hold her tightly and look at her with a soft smile.

“‘They'll be fine.”’ He assured her, this time making Y/n smile at him.

“‘there as remarkable as you sunshine, anyone who stands in their way will have a hell of a time.”’

Y/n chuckled softly and moved to kiss her mate feeling his lips against hers brought a peace in her as she pulled away.

“My Miles, You've came so far.”’ She softly whispered to him as she moved her forehead against his.

‘“I have you to guide me y/n.”’ He softly whispered to her staring into silver eyes that shone brightly as the moon.

#avatar way of water fanfics #avatar way of water #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x na'vi reader #recom miles quaritch #na'vi reader #x reader #james cameron avatar #The Barren Lands #avatar fanfiction #avatar fanart

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princessasmosprincess · 1 year

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Charmed, I'm Sure

Chapter 14

Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you.

Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drama, angst

Warnings: Canon typical innuendo/suggestive content, blood, lingerie mentioned.

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Asmo partied hard at The Fall that night. And why shouldn't he? It was his first night of freedom. There were no older brothers to ruin his fun, no hot but boring sorcerers to order him around, and no human exchange students to make him feel insecure about himself.

He lost count of how many bottles of Demonus he’d had, the expensive gold stuff of course (not that he’d have to pay for it, being one of The Fall’s best customers). It was a celebration, after all. A night of lovely hedonism. Dancing and debauchery.

Some witches even got together in one of the back rooms of The Fall to put a curse on the demon who’d attacked you that night three weeks ago. It was a fitting penalty for the one who’d been the cause of Asmo’s cruel and unusual punishment at the hands of Lucifer. Asmo had no idea what the curse they cast would actually do, but he watched on in pride for his most devoted fans. And he would have been remiss not to at least reward each of them with a passionate kiss on the mouth for their dedication. He was a benevolent Avatar of Lust.

He stumbled back to the House of Lamentation hours later, wasted and covered in glitter and confetti. He’d missed that feeling of coming home sticky and sweaty and utterly exhausted, basking in the afterglow of all the naughty things he’d done. This was the way he deserved to live. He showered quickly and (after completing his skincare routine) practically face-planted his silky pillow.

Too soon he was awoken by Lucifer shaking his shoulder.

“Asmo, it’s time to get up.”

Asmo groaned.

“Come on, you’ve already missed breakfast, it’s almost time to go to RAD.”

“Not today, I’ll just skip it.” He sunk deeper into the plush comforter.

Lucifer grabbed him by the ankles and ripped him from the comfy bed.

“Hey!” Asmo rubbed his hip where he had thudded to the floor.

“You have fifteen minutes to join us downstairs or I’ll be stringing you up in the foyer for the next 24 hours.” Lucifer stomped off.

Asmo wouldn't let his skin suffer from treatment like that, not when he was back on the market, so to speak. Thanks to Barbatos’ hangover relief tea and a quick restorative potion Solomon had taught him to make (those three weeks of work weren’t a total loss after all) he made it to RAD as bright and vibrant as ever.

Later in the day, he caught you peering around the corner in one of the corridors between classes as if you were looking for someone. How adorable. He did love that natural innocence all humans had before they were corrupted. He just had to talk to you.

“Oh, MC,” he crooned.

You turned around, a lovely smile lighting your face. “Asmo, I was just looking for you.”

“Is that right?” He said. Already feeling his ego inflating. “Well it seems fate is on your side today.”

Asmo had his eyes locked on yours now. He was still riding his high from the night before. He knew he would not fail this time.

“Let’s walk to class together, MC,” he said sweetly.

“Ok,” you said. Your eyes flashed silver for a brief second, almost like lightning. That was odd, usually it would be a gentle pink color. But he would unpack that later. Now you stared at Asmo as if you were seeing him for the first time. A dreamy smile played on your lips. “You know I never noticed it before, Asmo. Your eyes are the color of the sunset in the human world.”

“Are they?” Asmo had been told this many times before but it never got old. He liked where this was going, but just to be sure he kept you talking. “Do you miss it there terribly?”

Your own eyes, hazy as if you were drunk, never left his. They flashed again. He studied them now, they truly were a lovely color. One of these days he would have to find nail polish in that exact shade.

“Not so much anymore,” you said, coming closer. “Not since I met you.” Your cheeks colored just a little. “Asmo, I want you.”

Yes.

That was exactly what Asmo wanted to hear. He couldn't help but grin triumphantly. He had thoroughly charmed you.

You started unbuttoning your uniform.

“Patience, my dear,” said Asmo with a little laugh. As much as he wanted you right now, it wouldn't be as comfortable or romantic to do it at RAD. Plus, Lucifer would murder him if he ever found out. Asmo’s room, though, was fair game. It was a sanctuary for love. “Dessert is more delicious when you wait.”

You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Ok…”

You were simply adorable, he thought his demon heart would melt. “We’ll have all the time in the world when we get back to the House of Lamentation. I’ll have Little D Number 5 prepare my room for us.” It would be easy to bribe the little demon, they gave into temptation so readily. Asmo was already mentally picking out lingerie that would look perfect on you.

He offered you his hand.

The silver flash in your eyes strobed as soon as you touched him and you stumbled. Asmo initially thought you had tripped.

“MC?” Asmo caught you by your arms. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, I just lost my balance,” you reassured him with a smile. “I’m falling for you, Asmo.”

“Is that so?” He leaned in, cupping your cheek. One little kiss before class wouldn't hurt.

He smelled it before he saw it. The metallic scent of human blood. He pulled away just as his lips ghosted yours. Something wasn't right.

“A-Asm-mo?” Your nose started gushing blood.

“MC!” He scrambled to find the pink, rose-scented, lace handkerchief he always kept in his pocket.

Right as he was handing it to you, your eyes rolled back and you started to go down.

“No,” He whispered. Asmo looked around. The two of you were all alone in the corridor. Your head lolled to the side and he saw that your complexion was ashen. He shook you by your shoulders. “MC?” You weren’t responsive. Asmo’s heart sank to his stomach. He needed help. “MC, stay with me!”

Asmo scooped you into his arms, cradling your head against his chest and then he started running. He couldn't hold you and reach his D.D.D. at the same time. Lucifer and Diavolo had a free period this time of day, he hoped they were in the student council room.

Tears were streaming down his face now as he took the stairs two at a time. Was this his fault? All he’d done was try to charm you as he'd done many times before. But as soon as you’d touched him you collapsed. He held you tighter, trying to dab your nose with the handkerchief to clean up the blood. The only human he’d been close with in the last thousand years was Solomon. Solomon with his wisdom. Solomon with his protective talismans and spells. You didn't have any of that. You were just MC. Humans were typically such fragile creatures with short lifespans. Was yours already coming to an end?

Asmo kicked the student council room door open. Lucifer and Diavolo were poring over paperwork of some kind, while Barbatos served tea.

“Asmo, why aren't you in cla–” Lucifer stopped short when he saw your limp form in Asmo’s arms.

“We were walking to class together and they just collapsed,” Asmo cried. “They started bleeding– and now they won't wake up! I don't know what to do!”

Lucifer’s chair clattered to the floor. Faster than a blink he swept you from Asmo’s arms and pushed past him.

“Barbatos, go with him.” Diavolo commanded. “You have my permission to do whatever you deem necessary for MC.”

Wordlessly, Barbatos stalked after Lucifer, leaving Asmo and Diavolo in the student council room.

Asmo fell to his knees.

The way you had turned around earlier and smiled at him at the sound of your name. It had nearly taken his breath away. Would that be the last time he saw your smile?

He hadn't taken a moment to enjoy it. Instead he’d let his selfish pride overtake him. No. His selfish Lust. He just had to charm you one last time. A litany of missed opportunities flashed through his mind. The two of you could have simply gone to class together. You could have eaten lunch together and later Asmo could have done your nails or invited you to his room for a spa night. Anything would have been better than this.

“I sh– should– I should call S-Solomon,” Asmo’s body was racked with sobs as he tried to pull out his D.D.D. “He-he’ll know what to do.” Asmo hoped. His hands shook, still sticky with your blood. Eyes blurred by tears, he couldn't make out the buttons on the touchscreen.

“I can do it,” said Diavolo. He helped Asmo up from the floor and pulled him into a one arm embrace as he dialed Solomon’s number.

Normally Asmo would have remarked about how broad the Demon Lord’s chest was or how safe he felt to be encircled in his big, strong arms, not having to worry about Lucifer or the rest of his brothers scolding him. Instead, Asmo wept into Diavolo’s school uniform.

There was a question in Solomon’s voice as he answered the call. “Asmo? What’s going on? You’re supposed to be in art class right now.”

“This is Diavolo calling from Asmo’s D.D.D.”

“Lord Diavolo? Did something happen?”

Diavolo squeezed Asmo’s shoulders. When he spoke, his tone was firm and princely. “Something is wrong with MC. As another human and an excellent sorcerer, we require your assistance at the House of Lamentation.”

“What happened to them?” Solomon asked, his voice tense.

“I’m not sure. Asmo carried them to the student council room, unconscious. That’s as much as any of us know.” That explained why Diavolo was using Asmo’s D.D.D. The line was silent for a moment. “Solomon?”

“I’ll go over there right now.” He finally answered.

“Thank you.”

After he hung up with Solomon, Diavolo said, “Should we let your brothers know, too?” Diavolo already knew how special you had become to Lucifer’s family. You were special to him too.

“Th-the ones with pacts probably a-already know.” said Asmo, wringing the bloodied handkerchief. “That just leaves S-S-Satan.”

“Do you really think it was that bad?” Diavolo asked. He’d always known there were certain risks to enrolling humans in the RAD program and having them live in the Devildom, but he didn’t think humans were that delicate.

“I don't know,” Asmo sniffed. “The way th-they crumpled in my arms…” He couldn't finish the sentence, weeping once more.

“Come on, Asmo,” said Diavolo, already beginning a text in the student council’s group chat to dismiss them from class for the rest of the day. “Let’s get you home.”

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ethanreedbooks · 9 months

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Formerly known as the villainous Juggernaut, Cain Marko has undergone a remarkable transformation, earning a heroic spot among the X-Men. However, the precariousness of his newfound alliance becomes evident as he teeters on the edge of jeopardizing everything. In the midst of the tumultuous Fall of X era, Juggernaut's inclusion in the X-Men is not only sanctioned by his fellow mutants but also endorsed by fans worldwide. Yet, contrary to the celebratory atmosphere surrounding his integration into the mutant community, he finds himself entangled in a battle for the survival of his species.

In the upcoming X-Men #28, penned by writer Gerry Duggan and brought to life by artist Joshua Cassara, a gripping narrative unfolds. The preview showcases a startling clash between Juggernaut and his fellow mutant, Firestar. Recent events have cast a shadow of doubt over Firestar's loyalty, as she seemingly betrayed her teammates to the anti-mutant faction Orchis during the tragic Hellfire Gala, which saw the massacre of thousands of mutants. Unbeknownst to all, Firestar's apparent defection is a ruse, intricately woven by Jean Grey in her final moments using her telepathic powers. Regrettably, Juggernaut remains oblivious to Firestar's covert mission, and the forthcoming issue hints at a violent confrontation where he seeks to eliminate her.

The conflict between Juggernaut and Firestar serves as a poignant and tragic embodiment of mutant turmoil. Juggernaut's evolution from a bully and adversary of the X-Men to a valued ally in the fight for mutant rights is a testament to his personal growth. Paradoxically, he now stands on the precipice of assaulting Firestar, prompting the question: why this drastic shift in behavior?

Firestar, once a member of the Avengers, faced skepticism when she initially ventured to the mutant sanctuary of Krakoa due to her complicated history with Emma Frost, a prominent mutant leader. Manipulated by Jean Grey's psychic intervention, Firestar found herself thrust into the X-Men, a situation with an ironic twist given her refusal to spy for the Avengers. At the notorious Hellfire Gala, where Juggernaut's life was hanging by a thread after an encounter with Nimrod, Jean Grey's psychic manipulation continued. Fabricated interactions between Firestar and a fictitious traitor were used to orchestrate the downfall of the X-Men. Now isolated from both the X-Men and the Avengers, Firestar assumes the role of an apparent anti-mutant turncoat, a guise that seems destined to culminate in a brutal confrontation with Juggernaut. Regrettably, this clash threatens to awaken Juggernaut's dormant malevolence.

The complex history between Juggernaut and the X-Men is characterized by turbulence and transformation. While he closely connects with the X-Men, Juggernaut is distinct from mutants, drawing power from the Crimson Gem of Cyttorak and serving as its avatar. His history is marked by antagonism towards his stepbrother, Charles Xavier, and he once stood as a formidable adversary of the X-Men. Over time, he underwent a remarkable journey of redemption, evolving from antihero to bona fide superhero, even attempting reconciliation with Xavier. However, his belief in Firestar's involvement in the deaths of his new allies threatens to resurrect his old animosity and fury. Ironically, Juggernaut, now seen as a protector of mutant kind, inadvertently becomes a potent threat due to his quest for vengeance against Firestar, which could strip the mutants of their sole defense against Orchis.

Juggernaut's intricate association with the X-Men takes on a new dimension as he finds a sense of belonging in Krakoa. Yet, this newfound identity is precariously balanced, and his actions in the upcoming issue will determine his legacy within the X-Men. Will he be remembered as the reformed foe turned hero, or as a harbinger of doom whose anger and ignorance spelled the mutants' downfall?

Readers can delve into this gripping narrative when X-Men #28 hits the shelves from Marvel Comics on November 1st.

#X-Men #Marvel #fall of x #Juggernaut

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marvellousimagines · 2 years

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Fandoms and Masterlist

HERE is a masterlist with links to all of the imagines on the blog.

The current list of fandoms I can write for: (updated Oct 18, 2023 - added a video game.)

Marvel:

MCU films/Disney+ shows

Agents of SHIELD

Agent Carter

Netflix's Defenders series

The Runaways

Amazing Spider-Man (must specify Andrew Garfield's Peter, otherwise I'll default to Tom Holland)

X-Men/Deadpool films

2005's Fantastic Four

The Gifted

I am also a fan of the comics themselves, so feel free to ask about others, even if they aren’t in the movies or shows~

Some of the comics characters/teams I am familiar with: Young Avengers, Avengers Academy, White Tiger, New Mutants

Shows:

Avatar the Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

Castle

Doctor Who (Doctors 9 and 10 and their companions, can wing 11)

Firefly (rusty on this one, but I should be able to get back into the swing of it by watching some clips)

Gargoyles

Grimm

Huntik: Secrets and Seekers

Once Upon a Time (only main series - I stopped watching around the Frozen arc, but I'm still a sucker for Captain Hook and the Mad Hatter especially.)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (Netflix)

Stitchers

White Collar

The Witcher (Netflix show only)

Movies:

Birds of Prey/Harley Quinn

Disney (Various - ask)

Into the Woods

Pirates of the Caribbean

Hunger Games

Night at the Museum

Rise of the Guardians

Video Games:

Baldur’s Gate 3

Detroit: Become Human

Pokemon (games especially - Legends: Arceus has some PRETTY characters. I’ve played at least one game for each gen in the main series, as well as both Orre region games and several other spin-offs. For anime, I’m most familiar with the original Kanto arcs and Ruby/Sapphire)

Shapeshifting Detective

Telltale's The Walking Dead (No other TWD media)

Until Dawn

Anime/Manga:

Fruits Basket

Hana-Kimi

Inuyasha

Land of the Lustrous (anime only)

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Spy x Family

Other:

Oxventure (Web show)

Oxventure Blades in the Dark

Tamora Pierce's books

Things I can write for but have extra restrictions:

Shugo Chara - Due to the age of most of the cast, Ikuto is the only character I’ll write as romantic with the reader, otherwise I’ll only take platonic/family member requests.

Undertale/Deltarune - Sorry, no ‘boning’ the Skele-bros. I won’t write any Undertale/Deltarune smut, the most I’m comfortable with (for various reasons) is flirting and fluff.

Actors/Youtubers - My opinions regarding imagines about real people can be found here

Actors from the works in this list

Markiplier and Jacksepticeye

TheRunawayGuys and friends (only platonic/meeting them imagines)

Outside X-Box/Outside Xtra (Very iffy on anything more than platonic, though I’m totally fine with writing relationship stuff with their characters from Oxventure or Blades)

Things I can technically write but have particularly problematic creators so I’m hesitant to still include:

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Harry Potter

Even though Joss Whedon and David Cage are similarly problematic, I’ve not moved their works to this category because I personally feel that they’re far enough removed from their respective works that I’m still comfortable playing with their worlds and characters.

Particularly obscure stuff I can write that I don’t expect anyone to know, let alone request, but please do if you do know them. Or just talk to me/ask me about them if you’re a fan or curious about them.

+Anima (manga series)

Forever (crime drama show that only got one season)

Heaven’s Vault (video game)

Millennium Snow (manga series)

My Time at Portia (video game)

Secret of the Tally (book series)

Sentinels of the Multiverse (tabletop card game/video game with additional lore explained in podcast)

Three Delivery (animated show that aired on Nicktoons Network)

The Troop (obscure Nickelodeon show I got super into)

#Marvel #marvel imagine #avatar the last airbender #the legend of korra #detroit become human #ouran #mcu #white collar #until dawn #the witcher #she ra #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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reinerispretty · 4 years

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reminiscence. (? x f!reader) pt7

hello again!! i hope ur having a good day!

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“A few months ago, we had to fight some evil spirits from taking over the world.”

“Asami’s talking about it lightly,” Bolin said as he dabbed food away from his mouth with a napkin. “We almost died! There were big spirit monsters, and little spirit monsters, and Korra was all, “I’m the Avatar!” and then she was all, “I’m not the Avatar!” But then she turned into a giant and defeated the big spirit monster that I like to call, Unavaatu.” (Y/N) nodded along as Bolin explained.

“Spirit World dangerous,” She said once he had finished. “Got it.”

The main den was perhaps the largest room in the ship. On the ceiling, multiple crystal chandeliers hung down, the lights casting twinkling rainbows across the ornately designed walls. Plus couches of all shapes and sizes were littered about the room, allowing for plenty of seating but were set up in a way that no one’s back would be turned to anyone else. Multiple handwoven rugs lined the marble floors. As she walked in, (Y/N) noticed that some of the rugs were from the different nations across their world.

Her eyes met Bolin’s first as she joined him, Asami, and Korra on the couches, and she noticed his brows furrow in worry. She figured that he had known her for a long time, so he had come to know all of the tells on her face when she didn’t even know them herself.

“Is everything alright?” Korra asked. “You look upset.”

Or perhaps (Y/N) was just an open book.

She gave a half-hearted smile and nodded. “I’m just feeling a little seasick,” She lied, and hoped it was convincing enough that no one would press her further. She felt guilty for lying, but then their journey would be a long one and she didn’t feel like starting drama among friends. “Do we have bedrooms? I’d like to rest before dinner.”

“Yeah,” Bolin said. “I can show you yours.” She nodded and they departed from Korra and Asami, who both wished her well.

Her arms were crossed as she and Bolin walked in silence. His green eyes flitted over to look at her, but she was staring straight ahead as if lost in thought.

“Something on your mind?” He questioned. (Y/N) looked at him startled, as if she had forgotten he was there.

“I’m fine.”

“That’s dodging the question.” She chuckled.

“There’s always a lot on my mind,” She admitted. “Like, why did you forgive me so easily?”

Bolin shouldn’t have been surprised at her boldness. It was normal, during their time together, but the familiarity shocked him. “I didn’t.” Her eyes fell to the ground. She felt ashamed for making assumptions about Bolin’s feelings. “It took me a while, you know? And there’s some days that are--were, hard, but when you showed up after not seeing you for years...As dumb as it sounds, it all melted away?” Bolin gave a short, dry laugh. “I want to help you. And I can’t do that if I’m angry with you.”

“I appreciate that. Really. I feel like that’s the most honesty I’ve received in a while.

“I’m always honest,” He said with a smile. “Honest Bolin, they call me.” She smiled back as they came to a stop. “Well, here’s your room. Mako’s to your left, Korra to your right, I’m across, and Asami is at the end of the hall.”

“Thanks, Bolin.” His name felt so natural coming from her mouth.

“Rest up before dinner. Varrick’s chefs never do less than an eight course meal.” He laughed at her shocked expression before making his way back down the hall.

“Bolin!” She called after him, just as he was about to round the corner. He stopped and turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised curiously. “I--um,” She felt her face flush. Why had she called out to him? She didn’t have a reason other than she hadn’t wanted him to leave. “Could you tell the chef I’m not a big fan of carrots?”

Bolin grinned, his smile warming her heart from all the way down the hall. “Sure thing, Madam.”

(Y/N) ducked into her room, slamming her back against the door. “’Not a big fan of carrots,’ (Y/N)? Seriously?” She rather liked carrots! It was just the first excuse that popped into her mind and she knew she wouldn’t come up with anything better.

Her room was so large that she wondered how anyone would ever need so much space. She dug through her bag and brushed through the hair that had become knotted from the ocean breeze. She thought of Bolin, and his kind eyes and smile. Although she didn’t know the circumstances, she was sure his kindness was undeserved. Seeing her after so many years must have taken a toll on him. It obviously had on her. Talking to Bolin left her heart pounding in her chest and her lungs feeling like she had just gotten the wind knocked out of them.

She frowned at her appearance in the mirror. She didn’t like feeling this way. She didn’t like being in control of her emotions. The only people she seemed to be able to control herself around were Korra and Asami. Mako made her irrationally angry. Her face flushed with anger as soon as he stepped into the room, and she felt like she couldn’t find her voice when his amber eyes stared right into her soul. It was like Mako knew exactly what she was thinking, and she hated it.

She slowly lowered her brush to the dresser. Bolin had said he hadn’t seen her in years. But when she had met Mako for the first time, he had said he hadn’t seen her in months. Was this common knowledge? Did Mako know something about why she had left Republic City?

(Y/N) pursed her lips. As much as she didn’t like Mako, she needed answers. What if he had seen who had taken her memories? What if he was the reason she had left?

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(Y/N) hadn’t gotten much rest in her bedroom. She had tried to lay down for a nap, but her mind kept reeling, trying to search for any other clues Mako might have said to her. She wracked her brain through every encounter they had ever had. Although they were few, she overanalyzed every single word that he said until Mako’s voice overpowered even her own conscience. She walked to dinner feeling tired and irritable.

Finding the dining room had increased her irritability even more, considering that the ship seemed to be a labyrinth of never-ending rooms and corridors. Finally, she stumbled into the dining room to see Korra, Asami, Bolin, and Mako all sitting around a shiny wooden table.

“(Y/N)!” Korra said excitedly. “We were worried you overslept. I was about to come looking for you.”

“I just got lost,” (Y/N) said as she took the seat between Korra and Asami, across from Bolin. She tried to put as much distance between herself and Mako as possible. “This place is like a maze.”

“You should see the third floor,” Bolin said. “It actually is a maze!”

The waiters brought their first course and the teenagers absolutely devoured it. (Y/N) hadn’t eaten much over the past few days of her sickness, so anything that smelled good, she sunk her teeth into. They were all much too busy eating to even think about talking.

By the third course, they had started slowing down and begun strategizing their plan for the South Pole. Korra, like in all things, took charge of the conversation. “When we arrive, (Y/N) and I will go into the Spirit World to see if we can find some answers.”

“By yourselves?” Mako asked. “No way.” (Y/N) was so surprised to see him so determined. Korra had mentioned that they had dated, so perhaps he still had lingering protective boyfriend feelings.

“It’s too dangerous to ask you guys to come with me. We all know what happened last time.” The others exchanged grunts of acknowledgement, but (Y/N) stared at them in confusion.

“Um, I don’t,” She said, her face flushing. Asami put a hand on her arm.

“A few months ago, we had to fight some evil spirits from taking over the world.”

“Spirit World dangerous,” She said once he had finished. “Got it.”

“It’s not as scary as it sounds,” Korra assured her. “The spirits were being influenced by some pretty dark forces. A lot of them are really kind!”

“But not all of them,” (Y/N) said as she took a sip of her drink and Korra gave her a half-hearted smile.

“It’s too dangerous for the two of you to go alone,” Mako said. “Especially if she can’t bend.” (Y/N) glared at him.

“I am sitting right here,” She snapped, and the rest of their group shifted awkwardly in their seats. (Y/N) hated being the bearer of tension, but she couldn’t let Mako get away with making snide comments about her. She was a human being. At the very least, she deserved some respect from him.

“I’m the Avatar, we’ll be fine.” Korra thanked the waiter for bringing their next course.

“No, I think Mako has a point,” Asami cut in. “(Y/N) will at least need some combat training before you guys head in there. And you should have at least one of the boys go with you, just in case things get out of hand.”

“We can cross that bridge when we get there,” (Y/N) said, trying to make her voice as serious as possible so that no one would question her. “I don’t want to put anyone in more danger than we have to be in.” She looked at Bolin as she finished her sentence.

“I do think Asami should give you the basics of fighting while we’re on the ship. It’ll be good if you have some way of defending yourself,” Korra said. (Y/N) frowned, cutting into her food rather harshly. She learned more and more about herself every day. Like how she didn’t like feeling useless.

“We can start in the morning,” Asami daintily sipped her soup. “Whenever you wake up, just stop by my room and I’ll take you to the armory.”

“An armory?” (Y/N) smirked as she propped her face on the heel of her palm. “Is there anything this ship doesn’t have?”

“Crocodiles,” Bolin said. “I asked Varrick to get rid of them.”

Dinner finished rather pleasantly. (Y/N) found that if she engaged in conversation with one of her peers rather than acknowledging the snide remarks Mako made about her, everyone was a lot happier. Their group had moved back into the den, and (Y/N) sat across from Bolin with her legs crossed and a pillow held close to her chest. He was telling her all about his time filming movers and how his character Nuktuk helped inspire people to take action against the Northern Water Tribe.

“So it’s a moving picture?” (Y/N) asked, raising an eyebrow. Bolin nodded excitedly.

“It’s like the radio combined with pictures! It’s super cool. We could watch them one night, if you wanted?” (Y/N) grinned at him.

“I’d love to! They sound so exciting.”

“Pabu and Naga also made some appearances as my sidekicks, but all of the hero stuff was one-hundred percent me!”

“Yeah, you and a bunch of wires and ropes,” Asami said with a laugh as she plopped down on the couch at (Y/N’s) side. “All the stunts he did were completely fake.”

“That’s because I was the star, dear Miss Sato, and the star can’t get injured or else there wouldn’t be a mover!”

“I’m sure your stunts were great,” (Y/N) said, and she had to catch herself before she said “Bo.” They definitely were not at the nickname stage yet. She bit her lip to keep herself silent. Sometimes it felt like words would come pouring out of her at a moment’s notice if she wasn’t careful.

Mako and Korra were in the corner of the room, speaking in hushed whispers that were impossible for (Y/N) to hear. It was obvious they were talking about her. Mako only wore that angered expression when he was talking to her or about her. It made a pit form in (Y/N’s) stomach. As much as she didn’t like Mako’s attitude, she didn’t have anything against him. But it was so obvious that he had so many things against her. And there was no way to make any of them right.

Her good mood ruined, (Y/N) faked a yawn and stretched. “I think I’m gonna head to bed,” She said as she stood. “Gotta get my rest if Asami’s going to kick my butt tomorrow.”

Asami grinned at her. “I’ll go easy on you tomorrow, I promise. The rest of the week, I won’t guarantee.” (Y/N) laughed.

“Goodnight,” She said to Bolin and Asami, giving them a short nod before walking out of the den. She felt bad about not saying goodnight to Korra, but she wasn’t about to interrupt the very intense conversation she and Mako were having.

As (Y/N) walked back to her room, she reveled in her poor mood. She didn’t like the unease that she had brought into this friend group. While she was grateful for their kindness and willingness to help her, she couldn’t help but think of how she had up-ended everyone’s lives. Bolin was now forced to spend time around his ex-girlfriend, which she was certain was the last thing he’d rather be doing. Mako was constantly in a sour mood because of her presence. And while Asami and Korra, were both kind, (Y/N) knew that they had undoubtedly heard horrible things about her in the past. She sighed as she entered her room. How was she supposed to get past feeling like this if she couldn’t help but feel guilty every time she looked at the team?

As she readied herself for bed, she would decide to take a new approach. If she asked others for the opportunity of a clean slate, then she should award the same treatment to herself. She felt as though she wasn’t an irrational person: anything that she had done in the past, she must have had a reason for. She should give herself the same kindness that others were giving to her.

She changed into the pajamas that Pema had given her and slid into bed, relishing in the soft feeling of the mattress. As much as she had appreciated the bed she had been at Air Temple Island, this one felt ten times better against her back. She fell asleep swiftly and if someone were to pass her room, they would hear her snores.

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Her dreams were dark and troubling. She saw flashes of a white face and a tingling feeling up her spine. Her body was being pushed, hard, and she made impact with pitch, inky black and ice cold water before jumping out of her bed.

(Y/N) stared with wild eyes at the sheets and pillows that had been thrown across the mattress. She inhaled gulps of air, feeling as though there was someone sitting atop her chest. She walked to the wall and turned on her oil lamps, watching as the room became lit with a soft glow. Everything looked normal. Everything was normal.

Her mind was reeling now, going a thousand thoughts a minute, and (Y/N) knew there was no chance of her getting back to sleep. She paced around her room for a few moments to see if there was anything she could occupy her time with, before deciding to walk through the double doors that led to the balcony. The ocean air quite literally hit her in the face, blowing her hair all around, but she couldn’t help but smile as the salty sea spray hit her skin. She closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath. The last time she had been on a ship, she hadn’t gotten the opportunity to go above deck and see the ocean. The vastness of it felt so freeing.

“What are you doing out here?” (Y/N’s) eyes popped open and she turned, her gaze landing on Mako as he leaned against the ship’s railing.

“I had a nightmare,” (Y/N) said simply, but goosebumps sprang across her skin as she remembered the details of her dream.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at him.

“Why do you care?” Mako scoffed.

“You’re right, I don’t,” He said, but (Y/N) was unconvinced from the lack of conviction in his voice.

“I didn’t mean to snap,” She said quietly. “I just genuinely don’t understand you.”

“What’s so hard to understand?”

“Everything about you!” (Y/N) exclaimed as she spread out her arms. “You...you’re a jerk to me. And that isn’t me calling you a jerk, I’m just stating a fact. You don’t like me and I don’t know why.”

“Well I can’t tell you.”

“I know that, but everyone else has been willing to give me a chance.” Why can’t you?

“I guess it’s easier for others to forgive than it is for me.”

“I have to ask you something and you have to answer honestly.” Mako raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t really think I owe you honesty, but fine.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Today, I was talking to Bolin, and he had said that he hadn’t seen me in years.” She glanced at Mako to see if her words were causing any sort of reaction. “But when I met you for the first time, you had said you hadn’t seen me in months.” To her surprise, Mako laughed.

“You lose your memory but you can recall something I said off-handedly a week ago?” (Y/N) shrugged.

“If you saw me months ago, Mako,” He flinched as she said his name. “That means you could’ve been the last person to see me before whatever happened...happened. I just need to know, did you notice anything weird or out of the ordinary?”

“Nope,” Mako said bitterly. “You were your same old self.” And his tone angered (Y/N). He could be the key to figuring out what happened to her and he was being so cryptic! Why couldn’t he just be honest with her?

She was so angry and she wished she was a bender so she’d have an outlet for it. Instead, she pushed him. Not off the balcony, but just enough to cause him to stagger on his feet. He stared at her in disbelief. “Did you just push me?”

“Yes!” She yelled. “Because I’m actually trying to figure out what happened to me and get my memories back and you refuse to offer any help! ‘You were your same old self,’ What does that even mean, Mako?”

“It means that the last time I saw you, you did what you always do! You take someone who cares about you and cast them to the side without a second thought!”

“Bolin forgave--”

“This isn’t about Bolin, (Y/N)!” She stared up at his amber eyes, trying to find any indication about what he was talking about. If it wasn’t about Bolin, then there was only one another person it could have been about.

“You,” She said quietly. “What did I do to you, Mako?” He took a step away from her and the distance between them felt cavernous.

“You acted the way you always did. Selfishly.” She shook her head.

“That’s not true. I’m not selfish.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Because I wouldn’t care so much about you if I was! It drives me insane, Mako, knowing you hate me, and it’s not because I can’t stand being hated. I can take that. But I look at you and when I do you look so miserable, and it’s because of me, and I feel guilty! I know I’m not selfish because I want to get my memories back so you can be happy again!”

Mako was normally quiet around her, but (Y/N) had stunned him into silence. She was grateful to herself for just this once not being overly cautious with her words. She looked up at him for a few more moments before shaking her head. “I’m going back to bed. Stay upset with me if you want.” She moved to go back to her bedroom, but his hand wrapped around her wrist.

“I need to do something and I need you to be quiet while I do it,” He said, and (Y/N’s) face contorted in confusion and she was just about to ask what he was doing before his lips came crashing onto hers. She nearly jumped off the side of the boat from the surprise, but she was even more surprised to find that she was enjoying it.

Mako pulled away just as quickly as he had started the kiss. “I--Goodnight, (Y/N).” His own face as red as the scarf he always wore, he turned around and walked back to his room, slamming the door shut. (Y/N) remained the balcony, unsure if she was still dreaming.

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Hey girlie,

Can you write a mini story of Jack and the reader. And can you write how she met him on the set of avengers endgame. With that, the reader is already casted in her future marvel movie(like in 2022?) and during the timespan, she was filing avatar as well, so she and Jack got closer. And in her own marvel movie premiere, she comes with jack(as her date) and everyone is crazy about and interviewers are asking questions. And with the press tours as well. And can you be specific in how they met and how they got closer.

hi! 🫶🏻 sure! i love the best friends to lovers trope and i will never get tired of writing it. hope you enjoy it! 🤍

i’m only me when i’m with you — jack champion

words: 2,971

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: y/n and jack met on the set of avengers, and then reunite on the set of avatar. they form a close friendship and eventually fall for each other.

Y/N WAS ENERGETICALLY RUNNING AROUND THE AVENGERS SET WHEN HER BODY COLLIDED AGAINST SOMETHING. Hearing a grunt of pain, she realized it was not something, but someone. A boy around her age, with a Justin Bieber 2010 hairstyle.

“I’m so sorry!” she apologised. He stayed silent, looking at her with wide eyes. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”. The short boy shook his head frenetically, without emitting a word. “You are not okay or I didn’t hurt you?” she laughed.

“You are Y/N Y/L/N” the boy said breathlessly.

Y/N looked down, inspecting her body before laughing “Yeah, I think so. Are you okay?” she repeated.

“Yes! Yes, sorry. I’m just a big fan, you are amazing as Venus” the boy replied nervously.

Y/N smiled widely, her cheeks tainted a deep red “Thank you so much! What’s your name?”.

“Jack, Jack Champion. I’m doing a very small role at the beginning of the movie. It’s not much, but well, I’m excited”

“No matter how small the role is, it’s still a marvel movie. So, you should be proud of yourself. Congratulations” she gave him a genuine smile.

“Thank you, that’s very nice of you! I appreciate it”

Jack was called by the director, so they had to say goodbye. Sadly, it was his first and only day on set, so they didn’t see each other again until a week later.

It was the first day of filming the Avatar movie, and Y/N was very nervous. Unlike the rest of the young cast, she didn’t have to audition, the director already had her in mind for the role, so she didn’t get to meet anyone until that day. She was afraid of, not only not fitting in, but that they would think badly of her for not having to live the excruciating experience of the audition.

The pressure on her chest intensified when she saw the group laughing together, but she walked towards them nonetheless. They fell silent when they noticed noticed her, and Y/N felt like crying.

“Y/N!” the excited voice of a kid said, and the sight of a familiar face calmed her nerves a bit.

“Jack, hi! So nice to see you again” she smiled.

“You too!” Jack was utterly surprised that the girl had recognised him, and even more excited to have the opportunity to work with her. “Let me introduce you: this is Bailey, Trinity, Jamie and Britain. Guys, this is-”

“Are you kidding me? We know!” Bailey interrupted him. “It’s so nice to meet you! You are amazing!”.

“Your character Venus is so cool!” Britain said.

“Yeah, and you are very talented” Jamie complimented her.

Y/N blushed at the wave of flattery she had just received “Thank you very much guys!”.

“Can we ask you if you are going to be in any marvel movies after Endgame? Only if you can say it” Trinity asked her. Her voice was so sweet and adorable that Y/N couldn’t lie to her.

“Please don’t say anything, but yeah. I’m still going to be working with Marvel, can’t tell you what though, for now. But I promise you that when I’m allowed to say it you’ll be the first to know” Y/N smiled at her.

“Not fair! She gets privilege for being adorable?” Jack said, acting as if he were annoyed.

“Yup” Y/N said, and Trinity stuck his tongue out at Jack, making them all laugh.

Y/N was happy she fitted right in. She bonded with the young cast pretty quickly, and she had never been happier with her work. Excitement was all she felt every morning she woke up to go to the set, and sadness when the filming hours were over.

Jack and her were the ones with the closest friendship, as they spent most of their time with each other due to their characters having lots of screen time together. So comfortable around the other, they also started to spend their free time together. Their mothers literally couldn’t pull them apart, they appeared to be sticked together with glue.

“School is trash“ Jack groaned in frustration, resting his forehead on his math book.

Y/N laughed “Come on, don’t be dramatic. You better get use to it, because we have four more years of high school” she hit him with her pencil.

“Y/N/N! That hurt” he tried not to laugh while rubbing his head.

“Oh my god! Did you hear that thud? You really have nothing in there” she said motioning to his head.

“Oh you think you are hilarious, don’t you? You’ll pay for that” he said before tackling her to the floor of his living room and started to tickle her.

She let out a small scream “No! Stop it!” she said in between laughs.

“Say you’re sorry!”

“No!” she said stubbornly, trying to get him off her. She was taller than him, but his training clearly gave him an advantage.

“What is going on here?” Y/N and Jack’s mothers entered the living room.

“She called me dumb and I’m making her apologise” Jack answered.

“Jack please let go of Y/N/N” his mom told him.

“And Y/N, apologise to him” her mother said.

“I’m sorry I called you dumb, dumbass” she said. The thirteen-year old grabbed a small pillow from the couch and hit her with it “Here, let me help you with that task” she offered once they recovered from the laughing fit.

The two mothers looked at their kids with big smiles painted on their faces. “They’ll fall for each other eventually. I have a feeling”.

“Oh, most definitely” Y/N’s mom agreed.

“Sorry I called you dumb, I was joking” she told him before leaving his house.

“Y/N/N I know it was a joke, don’t worry. Besides, everyone knows I’m the smart one in our friendship” he teased.

“Literally no one believes that” Y/N said, rolling her eyes. “I have the looks and the brains”.

“I hate you” he pushed her shoulder lightly, making her laugh.

“I love you too. See you tomorrow” she waved goodby after kissing his cheek.

“YOU ARE TELLING ME EVERYONE HAS BEEN PEEING ON THE TANK FOR YEARS AND NO ONE TOLD ME?” Y/N asked Jack in disbelief. They were on her room, she was lying on her bed, resting on her elbow and with her head on her hand while Jack laid on a made-up mattress next to her bed.

“I thought you knew! Why are you surprised, though? It’s not like you haven’t done it”

“I haven’t”

He sat up, eyeing her expression “No way. I don’t believe you. We spend hours on that tank”.

“I swear I haven’t” she told him truthfully. He furrowed his eyes “Not because I didn’t want to. I was just being respectful, but guess no one cares about manners anymore!”.

Jack laughed “And then you say I’m the dramatic one”.

“We are both the dramatic ones” she said. “I can’t believe the film is almost over. I’m going to miss working with you”.

“Don’t get all sad on me” he said, grabbing her hand. “We are still going to see each other. You’re my best friend, you are definitely not going get rid of me”.

“You promise?”

“I promise, Y/N/N. I love you” he said.

She sat up to hug him, and also to hide the blush that tainted her cheeks. “I love you too”

He looked at his watch and smiled. “Happy 15th birthday, Y/N/N”.

“Thank you, Jack” she said, hugging him even tighter.

“My mom and I got you something” he said excitingly, standing up to look for something in his bag. “Close your eyes!” she muttered an ‘okay’. “Don’t cheat!”.

“I won’t!”

“Okay” he placed a package on her hands. “Open your eyes”. It was a thin cardboard and it had the shape of a square. “You have to open it carefully”.

When she finally unwrapped the gift, she gasped at the recognisable cover. “Holy shit, Jack! You didn’t”.

“We did!”

“How?!” she said loudly. “It’s extremely rare, and the prices are also extremely high… oh god, Jack you didn’t”.

“You are worth it” he shrugged, as if it was nothing. He had no idea how fast her heart started beating when he said that.

She stared at the 1989 vinyl in awe. It wasn’t just any vinyl, it was the pink one. Being an special RSD edition, there weren’t many left. Jack knew how obsessed she was with that record—it also was her favourite album of all time—so he didn’t hesitate to buy it, nonetheless of the price.

The vinyl was special to Y/N, not because of its rareness, but because Jack got it for her.

“Thank you so much! It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen”

Her smile was so wide and her eyes so bright that Jack swore he would buy every single thing she wanted if it meant he would get to see her like that.

That was the day Jack and Y/N knew they liked the other as more than a friend.

THE AVATAR SHOOTING ENDED AND SOON ENOUGH Y/N BEGAN SHOOTING FOR MARVEL. She was excited of course, it was marvel, but even if it had been a year since she finished filming Avatar, she couldn’t help but miss the homey feeling that set gave her. Most of all she missed Jack. They talked and hung out, but they used to spend the whole day, every day, for years, together so it clearly wasn’t the same.

After doing lots of stunts, she finally had a break, so she went to her trailer. She threw herself to the couch—she was exhausted and her suit was beyond uncomfortable.

“Holy shit you are Venus!” the familiar voice invaded her ears. She looked at him in surprise, then stood up and jumped into her friend’s arms. “Hey…”

“I missed you” Y/N whispered against Jack’s chest.

It was funny. When they first met, also on a Marvel set, he had been a very short twelve year old with an awful haircut. Now, he was a very tall and muscular seventeen year old with very nice curly hair. She once used to tease him about being taller than him, now she had to raise her head to properly look at him. They had grown together, and their bond was one of a kind.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” he asked worried, noticing the hint of sadness in her voice.

“I guess I’ve been feeling a bit homesick, that’s all” Y/N answered in a low tone. She closed her eyes when her vision started to get blurry from the tears, she definitely did not want to see her cry over missing him.

“You go home every single day?” Jack said confused.

“Not my homesick for my house… for the Avatar set… for you” she whispered.

“Y/N/N…”

“I know it’s silly…” Y/N said a bit embarrassed.

“Hey, no. Look at me” Jack told her, she instantly shook her head. “Y/N, please” his heart dropped when he saw the tears in her eyes “It’s not silly. Why did you think I came here? I know exactly what you’re feeling. I miss you like crazy too. Two days a week and facetiming is not nearly enough of you for me”.

Y/N smiled softly and relaxed a bit. Between filming, finals and being homesick, she felt overwhelmed. And now, being in Jack’s arms, felt like getting the fresh air she was desperately needing. Everything was becoming too much, and if she didn’t have a contract with Marvel, she probably would have quit. Not very professional of her part, she knew it, but she felt suffocated.

They sat on the couch, Y/N’s leg over Jack’s lap and head on his shoulder, while the boy had his arm around her shoulders and rested his head against hers.

“You don’t know how much I needed this. After this movie, I’m taking a break. Only interviews for the things I filmed, nothing more” she told him.

“That’s perfect, love. That’s what you need” Jack massaged the side of her head.

“You’re making me fall asleep, I need to go in a few minutes” she laughed, looking up at him.

Their breaths hitched at the closeness. Eyes so connected they felt like they were in a trance. Y/N couldn’t believe how pretty he was, she could admire him for the rest of her life. And he was astonished by how breathtaking she was, even with puffy eyes.

“If I were to kiss you right now… would it ruin our friendship?” he asked, so low he almost couldn’t hear himself.

“Only if you don’t feel the same way that I do” Y/N whispered back.

Jack’s eyes never left hers “And what do you feel?”

“That I’ve loved you since we were fifteen”

“Then our friendship is, officially, not ruined” he smiled.

And the moment they have been waiting for two years finally came. And it was better than they have ever imagined, like their lips belonged together and now that they finally were, they couldn’t pull away. Like some magnetic force was holding them together.

THE DAY OF THE VENUS PREMIERE ARRIVED AND Y/N WAS HAPPIER THAN EVER. Ever since she and Jack got together, six months ago, everything felt better. They weren’t a private couple, but definitely not super public. They shared pictures and tiktoks with the fans, but never talked about their relationship. So, when they walked appeared together at the red carpet, everyone was thrilled. They were definitely considered one of the “it” couples, and everyone loved them.

“Have I mentioned how gorgeous you look today?” Jack whispered in her ear as they walked towards the reporters.

“Only a hundred times” she smiled at him.

“Well, my goal is a thousand, so I have a long way to go”

“I might do the same, because you look extremely handsome. Could you stay in that suit forever? Wait- you also look very cute in your hoodies and tank tops, so scratch that. Wear whatever you want, you always look handsome” she sent him a wink. She absolutely loved complimenting him, because his cheeks always turned red and she liked being the reason why they did.

“Hi Y/N, Jack” an interviewed greeted them.

“Hi!” they both answered with big smiles.

“First of all, congratulations on Venus! That’s a big deal, having a film dedicated only to your character” the blonde woman said.

“Thank you so much! And yes, it was quite a shocker when they told me about it. I was scared at first, because we’ve entered a complete different era for the MCU and people are, with good reason, very attached to the original characters and critics can be a little harsh. But I am actually very proud of this movie and I hope the fans enjoy it”

“Do you have any more projects now that the film is over?”

“No, I’m taking a break for an indefinite amount of time. I’ve been through very emotional phases and it’s best for me to stop for a little bit. Stay at home, enjoy my family and friends… so yeah”

“I hope you are feeling better. It’s very understandable, though, you have been working non-stop for years! And you are so young”

“I am feeling much much better, thank you. You aren’t getting rid of my face, though, I still have interviews to do for Venus. And Avatar is coming soon too, so yeah! I’m actually excited for that, I miss the cast so much”

“You two worked together in Avatar, right?”

“Yes!” they both answered.

“You met there?” she questioned.

Y/N looked at Jack, telling him to respond. “Actually, no. We met on the set of Avengers Endgame!”.

The blonde interviewer’s jaw dropped “Wait what?”

“Yeah! I had a small role at the beginning. If you are a big fan, you might remember me. I’m the little boy on the bicycle who stumbles upon Ant man!”

“No way! Yes! You had a Justin Bieber haircut!” the interviewer recognized him.

Y/N chuckled, and Jack turned red “It was stylish at that moment!” he exclaimed.

“No it wasn’t! That hairstyle, thankfully, died on 2010” Y/N said.

“Whatever” he rolled his eyes while smiling. “She’s always bullying me”.

“Not true! I’m a very sweet person”

“Most of the time, yes, but you do bully me a lot”

“Stop playing the victim in front of the cameras, you aren’t fooling anyone” she laughed.

The woman smiled at their dynamic “You two are so cute! How did you get together?”

“Well, we have liked each other since we were fifteen-ish, but I guess we were too scared to ruin the friendship. Six months ago, he visited me on set, and I was feeling a bit sad because I missed him too much. We both confessed, and yeah, that’s pretty much it” she explained.

“She’s truly the best person in the world, and I’m so glad she bumped into me that day on the Avengers set” he said, a dazzling smile on his face.

“And we have to say thank you to James Cameron. He’s like our wingman” she said. “Anyways, thank you for being here and sorry for having to deal with us”.

“What? Thank you! It was so fun to interview you both. You make such a good couple and the love you have for each other is very evident. Congratulations on Venus and Avatar!”

“That was really fun” Jack said once they got away from the cameras. He leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. “You look gorgeous tonight”.

Y/N laughed “And you look annoyingly handsome”.

“Isn’t that a back-handed compliment?” he asked confused.

Y/N shrugged “It may have sounded like that, but I promise I mean it as a compliment”.

“Couldn’t you just have said ‘You look handsome’?”

“Oh so you are making your own compliments now” she laughed.

Jack shook his head “You are impossible” he laughed.

“I love you, Jack” she hugged him “Thanks for being here with me tonight”

He rested his head on top of hers “Tonight and always. I love you too, love”

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picassho-18 · 4 years

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Art of Fire (III)

Zuko x Reader; Part 3; 1.4k words

Series summary: The recently crowned Fire Lord Zuko meets a new friend of his Uncle’s, a special fire bender that quickly grabs his interest over a cup of tea and the discussion of the arts.

ALL CURRENTLY POSTED PARTS: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It was the next morning, early enough that the sun was still rising, the buildings casted in a partial light. You were busy in the back of your shop, starting to work on other commissions for your little business before heading to the Royal Palace. You didn’t want to acknowledge it but you were beyond excited to see Zuko again. Even if he was probably the most awkward person to be Lord of the Fire Nation.

Your mind was completely focused on the current piece you were working on. It was a highly detailed koi fish, so you sat at your easel, a blue-tipped orange flame emitting from your pointer finger as you shaded the scales. Lost in concentration, with your face scrunched up staring closely at the wood panel, you didn’t hear or see the figure walking into the shop.

It wasn’t until he cleared his throat loudly that you looked up, the flame quickly dispersing from your fingertip.

It was Zuko, standing at the entry of your shop. A sheepish smile shown on his face, as you quickly took in his attire. The Fire Lord was wearing commoner clothes, with a large brimmed hat partially covering his face. If you hadn't met Zuko before in his armour and royal gear, you would not have noticed anything off about him. Even though he always looked so confident in his royal amour, with purpose and poise, he appeared to be almost carefree, relaxed in these kinds of clothes. Although, he was acting mighty awkwardly, just standing at the entrance of your shop.

After clearing his throat, he gave you a small wave, “Hello, Y/N.”

“Uhh, hi!” you smiled, unsure of his presence and of what you should do.

He continued, walking a little further into the shop, “Well um, sorry to interrupt your artwork, but today my Uncle gave me a little gift. He, uh, gave me the day off so he’s standing in as Fire Lord today. The role has been really weighing on me and I am pretty young for all the work and knowledge it requires, and…”

Zuko trailed off, realizing he was rambling. He had been looking everywhere around the shop besides at you, so when he finally made eye-contact, you gave him an encouraging smile.

He grinned slightly, looking down at his feet, “So yeah, I don’t really get these kinds of days, and was hoping, that uh, you would like to spend it with me?”

After he finally asked his question he stared at you, worry sparkling in his eyes, wondering what your response would be. It took a second for you to digest the question; You were simply surprised he would ask you of all people to join him.

Not before long, a huge smile, ear to ear, flashed on your face, immediately putting Zuko at ease. “I would love to!” You got up, putting all your materials away in a rush, before turning to him again, giggling, “By the way, I love the little disguise you have going on.”

He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah, uh, I like to get out of my uniform whenever I’m not doing anything official.”

“Of course, so what kinds of clothes should I be wearing? Is this okay?” Without thinking, you twirled around, showing your attire, a pair of black leather pants, boots, and a work shirt. You didn’t see him blushing even more when you had turned around.

“Uh, yeah! That would be fine.”

Alright, you bounded over to the Fire Lord, though with how he was acting and his attire, you sort of forgot, and began to lose the rigidity you would usually have around authority and royals, especially the rigid awkwardness you’ve had around him before.

“Where are we off to?” you asked cheerfully, looking up at Zuko.

He grinned down at you, almost cheekily, “I have a place in mind. It’s not too far, we can walk.”

As you began to walk through the streets, an easy conversation struck up between you two. Zuko had explained that he had seen his Uncle that morning, as he was opening up his shop, to find where your own was.

You had chuckled at that, thinking of that cocky grin Iroh had worn when he found out you liked his nephew. “Your Uncle seems to be a very unique man.”

“He is, indeed.” Zuko has nodded in agreement, “He is the wisest person I know. He’s saved me multiple times throughout my life, whether it was from myself or others, he has always been supportive and there for me.”

You hummed, thinking back to the stories that Iroh had told you before you knew that Zuko was the nephew he had been talking about.

“He is extremely proud of you.”

Zuko cocked his head at your statement, before you continued, “Before I knew that you were his nephew, he told me stories of you. Whenever he talks of you, the biggest smile graces his face, always talking about how much you’ve overcome and proud he is of you. It’s obvious he loves you as if you were his own son. It is quite lovely to see, honestly.”

At your words, Zuko choked up, his eyes watering ever so slightly. Alarmed, you looked at him, before stopping him from walking forward, and putting a calming hand on his shoulder.

Quietly, you whispered leaning closer to him, “Are you okay? I’m sorry if I said something.”

He shook his head, looked down at the ground shamefully, “I’ve just done many bad things to my Uncle and it shocks me every time to hear things like that. That he has forgiven me completely for my past.”

You knew of the Fire Lord’s past. Anyone in the Fire Nation knew the stories of the banished prince and his hunt for the Avatar. His betrayals and anger. Yet before you now, all you saw was a man trying to become better. For his family and for his Nation. Who was already better yet trying to improve even more.

A single tear fell down from his scarred eye, and before he could whip it away without you seeing, you reached forward and cupped his face, rubbing the tear away with your thumb, your hand resting on his scarred face soothingly. He turned to you, eyes widening in shock at your actions. And honestly, you were shocked that you had done it yourself.

With your voice still soft and low, you reassured him, “Your Uncle really is proud of you. And so am I. You deserved to rule this Nation. And I’m not saying that because it’s your birthright, but because you have overcome many things to become a man that would make this Nation proud.”

He smiled weakly at you, before he nodded his head, as if trying to convince himself of those words. Your hand fell to your side, immediately losing the warmth that you hadn’t even realized was radiating off of his skin.

With his face still close to yours, he whispered “Thank you.”

Yet when you still heard his voice hurting so bad, you made a second rash decision. Quickly, you pulled him into a tight hug, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hat knocked off in the process. He stiffened at your touch, but soon, his arms lifted and wrapped around your lower back.

He was practically clinging to you, forgoing any personal space as he tucked his face into the side of your neck. Zuko tried to keep his emotions in check, but his breathing deepened, trying to hold back more tears as your one of your hands began to rub the back of his head soothingly, your fingers winding through his long, messy hair.

His voice shuddered again, as he whispered another “Thank you” into your skin. All you could do was nod as your heart began to break even more for the anguished man in front of you.

After his breathing settled, and he regained composure, Zuko pulled away, clearing his throat. You smiled reassuringly at him, pulling away as well.

Trying to lift his mood you asked, you grabbed his hat and handed it to him, flashing to biggest smile possible, trying to channel your cheerfulness into him, “So where is this place you’re taking me?”

The sadness in his eyes slowly seeped away, a calmness overtaking them. The idea of his one free day quickly overshadowing the past. Zuko grinned at you, beginning to walk again with you following, “It’s a surprise. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

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milkypompon · 4 years

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚 | 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕌𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 Zuko x Reader

𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒 ℍ𝕠𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕗𝕦 ℍ𝕠𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕟

ℤ𝕦𝕜𝕠 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

< ℙℝ𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕆𝕌𝕊 || ℕ𝔼𝕏𝕋 >

𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝕆𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝔹𝕆𝕆𝕂

𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 | Aang and Y/N are siblings who share powers, but Y/N was hidden from the Four Nation’s eyes to avoid the possibility of their separation. Then, Zuko meets the flamboyant and flirtatious Y/N for the first time at the Western Air Temple where he attempts to join the tight-knit Gaang.

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖 | Okay… So this is pretty much pl*t st*ff! I swear the next one will be more lighthearted...

“URGH!” groaned a frustrated boy.

Y/N jolted forward, rolling off the dusty mattress and onto the rough concrete with a soft thud. Rubbing the sleep out of their eyes, it took a few moments to recollect the events of yesterday.

Northern Air Temple…

Probing Sokka’s ear…

No, no, rewind just a little bit, Y/N yawned and arched their back to relieve the aching pain on their spine.

Shit…

Zuko

The supposed skilled firebender twisted and jutted out his limbs to release any sort of flickering flames. But alas, there was none, so Zuko released a sigh of defeat. He thumped his forehead onto the stone wall in an attempt to cool down his fiery system.

Aang witnessed Zuko’s unravelling state. He pitied him, he really did. Despite the weeks of the firebender’s hunt among his friends, well specifically him, there was something that nagged Aang. Something was telling him that he couldn’t let Zuko deflate.

Y/N gave him a chance, I know that I should too.

Aang traced the crumbling stone column he sat on with his finger, trying to find the right words to disperse to Zuko’s drooping figure. He could practically hear the thoughts in Zuko’s twisting mind.

Hopping down from his seat, Aang offered, “Thanks for showing me the ropes!”

The firebender violently whipped his head back to meet Aang’s gentle eyes, “Don’t patronize me! You know what my fire is supposed to look like!” A burst of blue fire circled around Zuko, casting a grim glow over his face.

Aang’s eyes grew wide, he stumbled back to escape the flames slithering towards his feet.

A whimper caught his ear.

“Y/N!” Aang shouted over the raging fire twisting around Zuko’s limbs who stood limp, subjugating to the uncontrollable.

A familiar sensation of warmth pricked Y/N’s forehead, traveling down to their arms and winding around their legs. Their heartbeat sounded through their ears, a gentle drum soon picking up its speed.

Drumming…

Another heartbeat echoed through their head.

Beating steadily to their own.

Aang… is that you?

The wind picked up, swirling the clouds to and fro to gather together a dreary mass of gray. The pulsating gusts thrusted stone columns and pieces of wood around the Northern Air Temple as if it was a lifeless doll.

It encouraged Zuko’s crackling fire to size him up. He was being eaten by his own flames.

The sky above matched the state of the two Avatars and the firebender throwing his own fit wedged between them. It was a commendable horrid sight that drew the Gaang forward.

“SOKKA!” Katara’s screech ripped her throat. She led Toph (who spat out Katara's hair out of her mouth) by the arm, but the pair struggled to reach Sokka who swatted debris around himself.

“The same thing happened when Aang saw Gyatso…” Sokka mumbled to himself in realization. He was brought back from his thoughts when Toph tugged on his tunic, motioning him to lead the way.

As the three crawled on all fours towards the raging fire to avoid impact from debris, Sokka shouted to his sister. “YOU NEED TO COOL DOWN YOUR BOYFRIEND!”

Katara halted to give him a stern glare, “HE’S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!”

“HE’S TALKING ABOUT AANG!” Toph replied.

“WELL YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN YOUR Y/N!” Katara retorted, while Toph snorted.

“Y/N’S NOT MINE- UGH NEVERMIND…” Sokka grumbled, “If you need anything to be done right, you gotta do it yourself.” He slowly raised himself up to his feet, his body teetering this way and that from the strong wind.

Sokka sprinted to the nearest column from Y/N to protect him from any unexpected outbursts that could occur. He peered at Y/N, to his surprise wasn’t there. Craning his neck up, there they were, floating at a dangerously towering height.

Y/N’s body resembled Aang’s, hovering above the ground, arms and legs spread out like a starfish. The siblings' eyes and mouth emanated a blinding blue light, similar to Zuko’s flames that continued to engulf him.

“Y/N YOU GOTTA SNAP OUTTA THIS!” Sokka pleaded, “PLEASE! YOU’RE HURTING YOURSELF!” Despite the ongoing sound of the wind, he heard footsteps treading towards the fire.

Katara dug her feet into the ground. She stood in front of Zuko, close enough to feel the heat, but far enough to not be touched. Hands raised up to either side of her, she heaved in a deep breath.

Into the nostrils…

Through the throat…

Settling into the lungs…

AND OUT!

Katara brought her hands together with a loud clap, which the clouds matched with the sudden onslaught of rain that was brought upon them. It quieted down Zuko’s blue fire, soon dissipating into mist. He fell down to his knees with a hard thud.

“NOW!” Katara poured her heart out into her confident voice.

A rumbling erupted as rocky beams shot up from the ground, catching the falling limp bodies of Aang and Y/N.

“Gotcha!” Toph sighed in exasperation and relief.

Cool water leached onto Y/N, who laid sprawled out onto a makeshift table made of stone next to Aang, drawing out the overwhelming energy from the outburst of the morning’s events. It was sun down now. Orange and purple hues scratched the sky, painting the Northern Air Temple similar colors.

Y/N moaned at the chilling sensation languidly crawling down from their head.

The beating drum slowed down to a steady thumping.

But Y/N could still hear another beat.

AANG, IS THAT YOU?

The siblings shot forward, heaving deep for air, startling Katara, causing her to splash the water onto the ground.

“What just happened…” Aang and Y/N mumbled.

“YOU TELL ME!” Sokka gripped his hair tightly, causing the elastic to snap. “BOTH OF YOU WENT SWOOSH, THEN ZUKO WENT BLAM-”

Y/N clamped their ears, pushing and scrunching it in an attempt to drown out the sounds.

There was too much.

The crackling of Toph’s nervous knuckles pricked Y/N’s eardrums. Y/N’s eyes darted to Sokka’s heaving chest who continued to explain the outburst with flailing arms, then onto Katara’s lips that spoke soft words, giving the opposite effect onto them.

There was too much.

Beads of sweat trickled steadily down Aang’s forehead. His hand clawing at the nape of his neck, his throat tightening, threatening to close. His fingers traveled to his robe, gripping, then unclenching the creased fabric furiously.

“S-Stop…” Aang whispered.

“I SAID STOP!” the Gaang was startled by the siblings' simultaneous shout.

For once, everyone quieted down, only the gentle chirping and fluttering of birds was heard.

One…

Y/N’s eyelids smoothed down over their seering eyes.

Two…

Aang breathed in heavily.

Three…

The Avatars breathed out and shot open their eyes.

𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 | Y’all thot this was gonna be fun and games huh??

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asmo-ds · 4 years

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this is my first time requesting openly im kinda nervous askska- what if mc and simeon knew they were in love with each other but mc told him she cant be with him bc she doesnt want him to fall and also she has a high sex drive but they agree on trying a fluffy relationship but then simeon catches mc having sex with someone? you can choose that someone yourself. gimme all the angst you have lol. mc is preferebly female but gn is fine too. tho you dont need to write that if u arent comfortable💘

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Simeon x f!MC

(Lil bit of Asmodeus x reader)

warnings: Angst, a lil bit of smut, cheating, MC is a h o e and a meanie :(

Description:

Simeon and MC quickly fall for each other after the exchange program begins. They do little to hide their feelings but MC worries about his status as an angel as she has a higher sex drive. They agree to attempt a sex-less relationship with the angel. Humans are weak when lust comes in to play though.

I've never been the best at angst BUT I cried while making this so hopefully, y’all find it angsty enough

MC had met Simeon at the beginning of her year in the Devildom. At first she thought of him as just some handsome nice guy they had a silly crush on. But the realization that she had fallen in love with the Angel completely and utterly came creeping up on her slowly.

Simeon had met MC before the exchange program, being a guardian angel he has the duty of watching over her. As she got older Simeon’s interested only grew and seeing her at the exchange program was like a dream come true. Being able to talk to her without consequence was an exciting experience for him. He slowly started to realize a feeling in his chest that he had not felt in many millennia. Love.

They both recognized the signs of mutual attraction fairly quickly. One day after MC was done studying with Solomon at Purgatory Hall, Simeon decided to address the situation by bringing MC to his room where they could discuss what they were and what they could become.

“MC, if i didn’t know s any better I would’ve thought you were am exchange student from the celestial realm as well,” Simeon started look up at MC’s flustered yet desperate expression. He reached up to touch her warm pink cheeks softly sliding his thumb over the bone.

“I feel things for you, Simeon. I want you, I need you, and I love you with my entire being,” MC spoke barely above a whisper placing her hand atop the one Simeon had rested on her cheek, nuzzling into his touch gently, “Humans are different though, Simeon.” She sighed enjoying his touch while it lasts.

“What do you mean, my little lamb?” MC flushed at the nick name and looked into Simeon’s eyes. Simeon was able to read what she thought through the simple gaze and his heart dropped a bit. “Oh... MC are you sure you cannot just wait until marriage to sleep together?”

MC looked down at her feet with a troubled expression.

“OK.” MC looks back up at the angel. “Let’s try this”

A few months later Simeon and MC were both still happy together, they went on innocent dates and absolutely adored each other.

MC was growing needier though, she wished she could do something with Simeon without him being cast down from the celestial realm and losing his status as an angel

So when MC’s fingers and toys were no longer keeping her satisfied she went to none other than the avatar of lust himself.

“So I’m just not sure what to do anymore it’s killing me to not be touched by someone I care for so deeply, Asmo,” MC finishes her rant to Asmodeus and looks up at him as he has a mischievous look in his eyes.

MC grows nervous as he approaches her and tucks her hair behind her ear he leans closer to her ear to whisper, “You know, when you need to be satisfied I can feel it. It’s almost torture to sit in my room while knowing you’re sitting with him wanting to be touched in places he would never even think of.” He stops to place a soft sensual kiss under her ear. MC lets out a shakey breath relishing in the kind of touch they had been craving for the past few months. Asmo continues to kiss down her neck and collar bone before pulling back to come to a near kiss and whisper against her lips, “Darling, if you want to be satisfied, close your eyes and pretend I’m him. I’ll make you better, I’ll satisfy your needs. I need to touch you MC... please.”

With those words she surged forward too touch starved to even think of her loving angel boyfriend. Things got more heated and Asmo pushed her back on the bed stripping the both of them for some fun.

Downstairs, Simeon and Lucifer were talking before he was going to see MC. When he heads to MC’s room and sees she isn’t there he gets confused.

Levi steps out of his room and sees Simeon, giving him a small smile he softly says, “I heard them in Asmo’s room.” He quickly shuffles away not wanting to see his friends being hurt by each other’s actions.

Simeon tells himself he’ll check on the demon later to see if his biggest fan was okay. Heading up to Asmo’s room he goes to knock before hearing a moan.

“Asmo please give me more, I need it please,” he recognizes the voice as MC and feels his heart shatter he slowly puts his hand on the handle, taking a deep breath before swinging the door open.

MC’s back was to him as she rode Asmo. Asmo looked up from kissing MC’s neck and marking her to give Simeon a smirk that screamed “I’ve won”. MC, failing to notice her heart broken boyfriend in the doorway continued to bounce on Asmo’s cock whimpering and begging for more. Simeon and Asmo never break eye contact as he slowly shuts the door. He quickly makes his way back to MC’s room, writing a letter to her and putting it on her pillow.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough my little lamb,” Simeon lets a tear fall with the words and quickly retreats to Purgatory Hall.

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philthepegacornfics · 4 years

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Limits Part 4

Sam Wilson x Sibling!Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k+

Trigger Warnings: Possible swearing

A/N: This is the final part to this series! I’m so excited because I’ve actually finished something! Thank you so much to everyone who’s read this. For this final part, I haven’t edited at all... So don’t judge to harshly. Feedback is always appreciated!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Rolling myself into my first class for the day, I see Peter sitting where he was yesterday. Ned sat behind him. It sounded like they were having a conversation about Star Wars. MJ sat next to Ned reading a book. I took my place by the door, next to Peter.

Peter stopped talking to Ned to turn towards me. He gave me a bright smile while some pink dusted his cheeks. “Hey, (Y/n)! How was getting your casts off?”

“It was great!” I beamed. “I started physical therapy right after, and it felt so good to move my legs. Though I am pretty sore today.”

“That’s great!” Peter exclaimed before furrowing his eyebrows, “Er.. uh… Not great that you are sore, but great that you’re able to do physical therapy already.”

“Cool leg braces!” Ned said pointing down at my legs.

“Thank you! They’re pretty advanced. They’re supposed to help my legs heal quicker.”

“Wicked,” Ned murmured, pondering to himself.

I could see in Ned’s eyes that he had a lot of questions. Before he could ask, Mr. Harrington walked up in front of us. “(Y/n), Peter, I spoke with Principal Morita. Peter will be excused from detention as long as he is helping you with classes.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Harrington. I definitely plan on doing everything I can to get caught up on classes,” I reassured him of his decision on pairing Peter and I up.

Just then, the late bell rang. Mr. Harrington looked over the class before speaking loudly to everyone about today’s topic.

I immediately start taking notes. Trying to hang onto every word that Mr. Harrington was saying. With being so far behind, I didn’t want to miss anything else. It wasn’t long into the discussion that I felt someone’s eyes on me.

I looked over at Peter who had a tight grip on his pen. He was looking straight ahead at the white board. Redness covered his cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears. His small freckles stood out.

I made a mental note to ask him later what got him so frazzled. Continuing to look around the room to see if I can see anyone staring at me, I turned in my seat. Ned looked up at me with my movement and gave me a small wave. I nodded with a smile. MJ was still reading her book. Everyone else in the room was focused on different things. Whether it was taking notes, or whispering to the person next to them.

I furrowed my eyebrows and focused back up to the front and went back to taking notes. “I must’ve made it up,” I told myself.

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“I think we finally got you caught up on our chemistry homework,” Peter said, putting his copy of the textbook down.

“Finally!” I cheered.

“What do you want to work on next? Math?”

“Actually, can we take a break? I’m pooped.”

Peter chuckled and nodded his head. “What do you want to do instead?”

“It’s been three days. I’d like to get to know you better,” I said leaning back in my chair. My hands playing with the pen I was writing with.

“What do you want to know?”

“Yesterday in Chemistry, you looked very flustered. What was that about?”

Peter’s cheeks dusted pink, “Oh, um… it was nothing.”

“Sure looked like something,” I giggled.

“I um, thought of um, something embarrassing.”

“What’s that?”

“Sorry, you have to at least be a level three friend to know.”

“One, I’m offended. Two, what are we? The Sims?”

Peter just laughed at that.

“So, then just tell me about yourself if you won’t tell me that.”

“That’s a very broad topic.”

“Well, what do you do when you’re not at school?”

"I used to be part of the debate team. And, as you know, I play trumpet. I used to be in marching band.”

“Used to?” I questioned.

“I, um,” Peter scratched the back of his head, “I sorta quit so I could spend more time for this internship that I had. But that fell through.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay, my own fault really. Now I just practice for the next Decathlon. And Ned and I are building the Death Star out of Legos.”

“Sounds like you pass the time.”

“Yeah. What do you do?” he asked.

“Well, I-” Suddenly the pen I was playing with flew out of my hands and landed on the table. I leaned forward quickly to grab it. Peter did the same, but he was quicker. My hand landed on top of his.

My head snapped up to look at him. His deep brown eyes met mine. My cheeks felt warm as I retracted my hand. He cleared his throat and held the pen up for me to grab it. I took it thankfully and gave a shy smile.

“I, um, I,” I stuttered, “I mostly do physical therapy and watch movies with my friend, Wanda.”

“That makes sense,” Peter nodded his head.

“Kind of speaking of physical therapy, I want to stretch my legs. Would you help me with that?”

“You can stand?” he asked in bewilderment.

I chuckled. “Don’t tell our gym coach, but yeah. I can walk a little too. It’s very exhausting though. And I can only do so with my braces on.”

“That’s awesome!”

“So will you help me?”

Peter nodded and stood up from his seat opposite of the table from me. I rolled my wheelchair slightly away from the table so there would be room for both of us. Planting my feet on the ground, I took his arm and stood up.

Unlike with Tony helping me pull my weight, Peter didn’t strain at all. It was as if I weighed nothing to him. Feeling his arm muscles through his shirt, I knew that my earlier assumption of him being physically fit was correct.

“Did you want to take a few steps too?” Peter asked.

“Maybe a couple.”

He walked by my side, keeping his arm out for me while I shuffled forward. After we were a couple of yards away from my wheelchair, I had Peter help me turn around.

“I want to walk back on my own,” I declared as a wave of confidence washed over me.

“Are you sure? I can help you get-”

“I can do it,” I scoffed.

“Okay…”

I let go of Peter’s arm and started shuffling my way back. I made it halfway to my chair when my legs started to wobble and burn. Losing my balance, I started to stumble forward. Before I could fall, Peter caught me in his arms. Pulling my back against his chest.

My heartbeat started racing as butterflies erupted in my stomach. I turn my head to look back at him. He was already looking down at me.

“Careful,” he muttered. His breath fanned across my face because of our close proximity.

Heat radiated off of my face as I stared up into his brown eyes. Pink that was dusted across his cheeks slowly became red. What was only a second, felt like an eternity as both of our eyes glanced down at each other’s lips.

“Okay, you two. It’s time to go,” the school librarian said, interrupting Peter and I.

Peter cleared his throat and shifted so I was able to grab on to his arm and he walked me back to my chair.

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Talking to Sam became rare since the Soviet Accords took place and he became a criminal. He would call occasionally to check on me, to see how I was doing. So, when my phone rang in the middle of the night with an unknown number, excitement coursed through my veins.

“Hello?” I answered cautiously, in case it wasn’t him.

“Hey (Y/n/n), how’s it going?” Sam spoke on the other end.

“Sam!” I cheered quietly so if anyone was outside my room, they wouldn’t be able to hear me.

He chuckled on the other end.

“I’m doing pretty well,” I answered. “Having my casts off has been really nice. Tony made me leg braces that have been helping me with my healing progress. Though, I still get tired after walking a short distance.”

“That’s good. I’m glad Tony’s treating you right.”

“You know he’s not a bad guy, right? He’s just a little mixed up, ya know?”

“I know that. It’s just hard when you’re fighting against him.”

“I’m sorry, Sam. I hope this clears up soon. I miss you,” I sighed.

“I miss you too… So, tell me how school’s been treating you.”

“It’s been pretty good. I made some friends and the teachers have been understanding and have given me time to make up work. One of the friend’s I’ve made, Peter, has been helping me catch up.”

“Oh, so a boy is helping you?”

“It’s not like that!” I squeaked. “Mr. Harrington asked him to help me catch up. Then we ended up having a lot of classes together, so he was kind enough to help me with those too.”

“If he tries anything, just know I’m not afraid to-”

“Sam,” I scolded. “We’re not like that.”

“I know, but-”

“But, nothing. He doesn’t even like me,” I said disheartenedly. “He asked a girl named Liz to the homecoming dance.”

“So he asked this Liz girl before he asked you?”

“Yeah,” I sighed heavily.

“I’m going to kick his ass,” Sam said sternly.

“What why?”

“Because he hurt my little (Y/n/n),” he stated matter-of-factly.

“He didn’t hurt me-”

“Yes he did. I can hear it in your voice.”

“What does it matter? Also do you want him to like me or not?”

“I want him to like you, it only makes sense that he would. I just don’t want him to get any funny ideas,” he explained.

I couldn’t help but laugh at Sam’s logic.

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Peter had a decathlon meeting after school, so we decided to skip studying for the day. When I got home, Tony informed everyone that the press was here for something that he was announcing.

“What’s the news?” Rhodey asked.

“We’re announcing our newest Avenger,” Tony clapped his hands together before rubbing them.

“Shouldn’t you have talked to me about this?” I asked. “I don’t know if I’m ready-”

“Though announcing the existence of ‘The Avatar’ would be exciting,” Tony cut me off, “I was talking about our friend, Spider-Man.”

“The kid?” Rhodey questioned.

“Based on his voice and mannerisms, he’s only about (Y/n)’s age,” Vision supplied.

“Who are we talking about?” I asked.

“The friendly neighborhood Spider-Man of Queens,” Tony stated matter-of-factly.

“Oh, the one all my classmates are talking about? Who saved them in DC and took down Liz’s dad?”

“Who’s Liz?” it was Tony’s turn to ask.

“Adrian Toomes’s daughter. Ya know, The Vulture.” I stated matter-of-factly back at him.

Tony blinked slowly at me before saying, “Yes that Spider-Man.”

Rhodey chuckled at Tony’s dumbfoundedness. “Does this Spider-Man have a regular name other than Spider-Man?” he quizzed.

“Yes and no,” Tony answered.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Secret identity, I would presume,” Vision chimed in.

“Exactly,” Tony said, pointing at him. “I’ll introduce him to all of you later. For now he’s going to remain as Spider-Man to all of you.”

Suddenly Tony’s phone pinged. He quickly read the notification before turning his attention back to us. “He’s here. Who’s ready to meet him?”

Rhodey rolled his eyes and started to shuffle away. Vision walked away and phased through a wall in the direction of his room. That left Tony and I. He looked at me expectantly.

“Let me go change first,” I sighed before rolling myself away and towards my own room.

After changing my clothes and putting my braces back on, I rolled my way to the front of the building towards the press conference room.

Knowing the building decently well, I wasn’t fully paying attention to where I was going. Instead I was admiring the scenery outside of the large windows.

Suddenly a familiar male voice spoke up in front of me, “(Y/n)?”

I look up to see Peter in front of me near Tony and Happy. Behind them was a metal Spider-Man suit. My eyes dart between the three men and the spider suit. Trying to figure out why Peter was here of all places.

“What’re… what are you doing here?” he stuttered. His cheeks were a bright red.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned back, my own cheeks heating up.

“Well, I um… re-remember the internship I told you about that I lost?”

I nodded my head.

“This is it. It’s with Mr. Stark,” he explained.

“How do you two know each other?” Tony asked, gesturing between Peter and I.

“School,” we answered at the same time.

“Wait, (Y/n), is this the Peter you told me about?”

The heat from my cheeks spread to the tip of my ears as I nodded, answering Tony’s question.

“So your Peter is my Peter,” Tony concluded. “Oh, that is funny. What are the odds of that?” he smirked.

“Uhh, what’s going on?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, Tony. What is going on?” I folded my arms in front of my chest.

“What was I saying before, Peter? Oh yeah, your room would be between Vision’s and (Y/n)’s room,” Tony said, ignoring our question.

Peter’s eyes went wide. “You live here?”

“You’re Spider-Man?” I asked with my eyes just as wide.

“Yes, and yes,” Tony answered for us. He turned his attention back towards Peter, “So, what do you say, kid? Be an Avenger?”

Peter looked between me, Tony, Happy (who took a few steps away from us, not wanting to be caught in the conversation), and the suit before answering with, “No.”

“No? What do you mean ‘no’?” Tony asked while both him and Happy looked dumbfounded.

“I think it’d be good to sit back and be, ya know, a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”

Tony’s face quickly recovered from looking flabbergasted to looking proud of him.

“Okay… okay,” he said, patting Peter on the shoulder. “Happy will take you home.”

“Actually,” I piped up, “we didn’t get to study today. Would it be okay if he stayed awhile?”

“You have physical therapy,” Tony objected.

“We can do both,” I shrugged.

“Okay, he can stay. But, doors open at all times.” Tony pointed between the two of us.

My eyes widened before my gaze shifted to my lap. My face burned more than it did earlier.

I played with my hands as Peter replied weakly with, “Yes, Mr. Stark.”

I turned my chair around and started rolling back the way I came saying, “Let’s go Peter.”

“Right,” he said, taking a few steps before pausing. I stopped rolling and looked back at him. He started scratching the back of his neck. “Did you… um… did you want me to push you? I know that your arms kind of get tired after a while. You can just direct me where to go.”

I gave him a small smile and nodded. He moved behind me and we started going again. We only made it a few feet before Peter paused again. I turned around to look at him to see why we stopped. He was looking back at Tony.

“This was a test, right, Mr. Stark?” Peter called out.

“Yes, and you passed. Good job, kid. Flying colours.” Tony gave a thumbs up.

Peter turned back around looking satisfied and started pushing me again. I directed him back the way I had just come, back to my bedroom.

“What are we doing here?” he asked, looking around my plain room.

“Sorry, it’s not much to see,” I giggled at his actions. “We moved in not too long ago, and I’ve been too busy and a little preoccupied to decorate.”

Peter looked at my legs and nodded his head in understanding.

“As to why we’re here, my school stuff was in my bag,” I pointed to my backpack in the corner. “I also needed to change for physical therapy.”

“Oh, did you need me to step out? Because I can step out,” he blushed.

“It’s okay, I have a bathroom,” I nodded my head in the direction of the closed door.

“That’s awesome!”

“Yeah, it’s pretty nice. Now, make yourself comfortable while I go change.” I smiled at him.

I could feel Peter’s eyes on me as I made my way to the bathroom door. I reached up and opened it with ease, thanks to practice. Rolling in, I pushed it shut. A small thud echoed in the bathroom from me shutting it too quickly. I grimaced at the noise.

My bathroom had a walk in closet attached to it, so thankfully I didn’t have to gather things with Peter watching me. He would want to help me because that was his nature, but the thought of him going through my underwear drawer to get my swimsuit made me blush.

In front of my dresser I stood up and pulled out two of my swimsuits from the top drawer. The first one was a one piece swimsuit that was a solid (f/c). The second was a two piece that I rarely wore because it showed my mid-drift. It had a (f/c) floral design on it.

I nibbled on my bottom lip, trying to decide. Butterflies erupted in my stomach thinking about Peter seeing me in these. I decided on the one with the floral pattern when a wave of confidence washed over me.

After changing, I opened the door with some struggle. It was easier to open doors when they opened outward, not inward.

Peter had taken a seat on my bed and was typing into his phone. Anxiety rippled in my chest and I quickly spoke, “You can’t tell people I live here.”

“Oh, I’m not. Ned was just asking me-” his words cut off as he looked up at me. His whole face immediately turned red. “Wow, I mean, I uh,” he cleared his throat. “Ned was asking me about what I wanted to with the Death Star we constructed.”

My face burned from Peter’s reaction to seeing me. “You built a Death Star?” I squeaked.

He scratched the back on his neck before standing up. “Yeah, out of Legos.”

“Cool.”

“Yup.”

Both of us stared at each other in an awkward silence. Just nodding our heads in agreement. After a few moments, Peter cleared his throat again, “Why… why are you wearing a swimsuit?”

“Part of my therapy is to be in a pool.”

A silent “Oh,” came from his lips as he nodded in understanding.

“So, um… Let’s head to the pool, yeah?”

“Right!” He quickly moved and grabbed my backpack for me. He stepped behind me and hung it on the handles to my wheelchair before pushing me as I directed him to the pool area.

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“So…” Peter started, closing the textbook that was in his lap. He was seated on a bench beside the indoor pool, watching me walk laps in it. “You live here?”

I popped the “P” when I answered with a, “Yup.”

“How did that come about?”

I sighed debating on how I wanted to answer. “If I tell you, I’m trusting you not to tell anyone. You can’t tell anyone, okay?”

“And, I’m trusting you to not tell anyone that I’m Spider-Man,” he countered. “So, we’ll be even.”

“I have powers,” I explained. “As far as I know, I was born with them.”

“What kind of powers?”

“Well… I’m sure that you’ve heard the rumors of my existence. I can control the four elements.”

Peter’s eyes widened as he looked at me, “You mean, you’re ‘The Avatar’?”

A small giggle escaped my throat as I nodded my head.

“I didn’t think you were real! That’s so cool!”

“It is pretty cool, huh?” I smiled at him.

“Way cool! Wait… What happened to your legs then?”

“I wasn’t lying when I said a building fell on top of me during an Avengers squabble. I just left out the part that I was involved in it. We were in Lagos at the time-”

“The fight that caused the Soviet Accords?”

I nodded my head. “Before the famous explosion that Wanda tried to stop, there was an explosion in the building I was in. The ceiling collapsed. Thankfully, with my powers, I was able to stop the rubble before it killed me.”

His eyes glimmered as he looked mystified by my recount of the story. After a moment, he snapped out of it. “Can you show me?”

“Show you?”

“Your powers! Can you show me your powers?”

I pretended to think for a moment about it before splashing water in Peter’s direction. He flinched and held up the textbook that was in his lap to protect his face. Before any of the water could hit him, I held up my hand and stopped the water in its tracks.

After realizing that he didn’t get wet, Peter carefully peeked out from behind the text book. His jaw dropped while he stared at the water droplets floating in the air.

“Wow, (Y/n), this is amazing!” he exclaimed, poking one of the balls of water.

I beamed proudly as I made the water fly back towards me and into the pool. “Your turn!” I clapped my hands.

“My turn?”

“Yeah! Show me what you got!”

“Okay… give me a second,” he said while taking off his socks and shoes. Once he was done with that task, he stood up and asked, “Are you ready?”

I nodded my head excitedly.

Peter swung his arms a bit before suddenly doing a backflip. He landed perfectly on his feet, no wobbling in any direction.

I raised my eyebrows at him. “While impressive, that’s not what I was expecting.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, cool, you can do a backflip. But, there are people without powers who can do that too. Show me something only you can do!”

He nodded his head in understanding. He swung his arms again before jumping up into the air. Both of his hands touched the ceiling, and he stuck to it. Using his strength, he pulled the rest of his body weight up. Once his feet got to the ceiling, he started crawling around effortlessly.

My jaw dropped. Not only did he just jump several feet into the air, he was crawling around upside down. I brought my hands together and started clapping. “Wow, Peter! You’re incredible!”

His face lit up and he smiled down at me, his cheeks slightly pink.

Suddenly an idea popped into my head, “You want to play a game?”

“What kind of game?”

“Kind of like Marco Polo. I have my eyes closed, and you move around the room. I’ll splash water in your direction when I hear you, and you have to dodge!”

“I don’t know… I don’t really want to get wet.”

“Are you saying you don’t think you can win?”

“I can’t really win if there is no objective for me to do.”

I thought for a moment about what he said, and smiled. “How about I only have three shots. If I miss all three, you win. If I get you, I win.”

“And what’s the prize?”

“The loser has to do whatever the winner wants them to do. Either answer a question truthfully or do a favour.”

Peter was silent in thought as he made his way off the ceiling and to the edge of the pool. “Let’s do it!”

“Okay!” I cheered, closing my eyes. “I’ll give you ten seconds to move around wherever you want to start out in the room.”

After counting to ten, I listened intently for Peter’s movements. We stayed in silence for several minutes. Suddenly I heard his foot scrape against the cement of the floor to my left. Not wasting a moment, I sent a bunch of water in that direction.

I could hear the water hit the wall, indicating that I missed Peter. Thinking quick, I sent the water to the ceiling above where I heard him. There was no noise from the boy as the water splashed against the ceiling.

I let out a small curse. I only had one more shot of getting him before I lost. I took a deep breath and settled the water of the pool so it wasn’t making any noise. A few more minutes passed without any noise from Peter. Kneading my bottom lip between my teeth, I started to get nervous.

“Ah-choo!” Peter sneezed from above me and to my right. Sending a bunch of water that direction, I could tell I hit him based on how the water moved and the gasp that escaped his lips.

I cheered as I opened my eyes, just in time to see Peter fall into the deeper end of the pool. I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of my chest when he broke the surface, shaking his head.

“I win!”

“Because you cheated,” he whined.

“I did not cheat!”

“You only got me because I sneezed!”

“That’s not cheating!”

Peter swam over to where I was standing in the middle of the pool. He stopped and stood merely a few inches from me.

“I’ll let you win because I’m such a good sport.”

“Oh, how kind of you,” I rolled my eyes. “Letting me win after I won fair and square.”

“You did not, cheater.”

Exasperated, I stuck my tongue out at him. He just laughed.

“So, Miss Winner, what do you want me to do?” he asked teasingly.

“I want you to answer a question!”

“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I asked you this before, but you said we weren’t close enough. Now you have to answer it!”

His eyes darted up to the ceiling as he tried to recall what question I was talking about.

“When you got flustered in Chemistry that one day, what were you thinking about?” I reminded him.

“Oh, that question…” Peter scratched the back of his neck while his face turned red again.

“Yes that one, now tell me.”

“I don’t remember.”

“Liar!” I pushed against his chest, but he didn’t move. “You obviously remember, so tell me. You have to!”

He looked down at me. His eyes darted between mine and my lips. His tongue poked out and licked his lips. “You really want to know what I was thinking about?”

“Yes!” I threw my hands into the air.

Peter’s right hand reached out and cupped my cheek. He ducked his head down. My breath hitched in my throat. His lips grazed against mine as he whispered, “This.”

Closing the rest of the distance, his soft lips pressed firmly against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling my body closer. The kiss tasted of a mixture of mint and chlorine from the pool.

Peter pulled away. His eyes looking deep into mine. My eyes fluttered shut as I leaned towards him, going in for another kiss.

Suddenly Tony’s voice boomed over the intercoms, “Finally!”

Peter and I jumped away from each other and looked around the room.

“Mr. Stark?” he called out.

“Over the intercoms, kid.”

“What do you mean, ‘finally’?” I asked.

“I knew you two would be perfect for each other! You know how hard it was to get both of you in all of the same classes?”

“You did that?” Peter and I asked at the same time.

“Of course I did!”

“What the hell, Tony?” I yelled.

“Don’t curse at me when it worked,” he said back. “Now Peter, before you kiss her again, ask her on a real date.”

“Yes, Mr. Stark!” Peter turned to me. His whole face to the tips of his ears were red. Freckles stood out against his bright coloured face. “(Y/n), would you like to go out on a date with me sometime?”

Though Tony just pissed me off, I couldn’t help but smile at Peter. “I’d love to.”

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