#jack champion x asian reader

[chaethewriter]

You're my type.

Jack Champion x reader

In which Jack talks about his celebrity crush, leaving you with your own thoughts.

HEAVILY IMPLIED SOUTHEAST ASIAN AND SOUTH ASIAN READER.

USAGE OF READER WITH DARK HAIR.

A/N: rushed this in between my work, enjoy this lowkey terribly written thing <3

"Probably Margot Robbie if she was younger and single you know. I would be like, hey you wanna go.." with Avatar 2 releasing in the cinemas, the interviews with the next gen cast were hitting the charts. Trending on all platforms as they were the face of the upcoming movies. This also meant that their fanbase would skyrocket. Especially Jack's. And you couldn't blame them. Your boyfriend of almost a year was young and handsome, of course he would get the attention. And well deserved. With the amount of focus on Jack, clips about him went viral. And you got across one of those clips.

Probably Margot Robbie if she was younger and single you know. I would be like, hey you wanna go..

You watched a tiktok on your for you page of your boyfriend going on about his crush on Margot Robbie. And she was pretty, beautiful even. But there were these thoughts at the back of your mind.

Was that his type?

Were you even his type?

Margot Robbie was every boy's dream: blonde long hair that sat on her shoulders and those blue eyes that lit up the room. You threw your phone next to you, screen facing downwards as you rested your back against the soft duvet. You gazed at the ceiling, eventually touching your forehead with both of your hands as this was such a stupid situation. You were supposed to meet up with him today, and you couldn't let this entire situation decide how today was about to go.

You had an hour to get ready, both mentally and physically, as you had to get your shit together. He loves you. He chose you. Hell, he made the first move. His celebrity crush shouldn't define who he dates.

But your celebrity crushes are usually the people who you're attracted to right?

Shut up.

You changed into your date outfit, which was harder than usual, because you wanted to look extra pretty for him. Clothes scattered around the room, covering your floor as you dug into your closet. Eventually, you found something pretty. An outfit you had always felt pretty in when you wore it. But once you looked in the mirror, all your confidence fell to your feet.

Was this how he loved you?

Dark hair flowing past your neck with dark eyes staring down someone's soul. Your skin the center of attention in your transparent room. In front of that same mirror, you had done your makeup. Something lightweight, concealer hiding the spots you were insecure about. Eyeliner at the outer corners of your eyes with kohl, as well as your waterline. Applying a brownish lipstick on your lips, because anything shade lighter than that you hated on your lips.

Downstairs, you sat on the couch. Your father at the dinner table with your mother in the kitchen. Your legs bounced as you tried to forget about his words.

Probably Margot Robbie if she was younger and single, you know..

Would he have dated someone who looked like her instead, if he were to meet her right now?

He wouldn't right?

What if he felt attracted to her, what then?

Too lost in your thoughts, the knocking on the front door remained unanswered. "Open the door, I think it's your white boyfriend." Your father had yelled from the dinner table, not looking up from his phone. The volume of his tone kicked you right out of your thoughts. You got up from your seat, your knees buckling as you walked towards the door. "Hii baby!" His smile reached his eyes as he immediately pulled you in a tight hug, his nose burying into your hair as he slightly bended over. This could almost make you forget about your worries. Almost.

You were short, to say the least. You just reached his chest as he was incredibly tall for his age. You were the average height for your people, but for Westerners, it would seem incredibly short.

"Hi, love." You stood on your tippy toes with your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to you to press a kiss against his rosy lips. Butterflies tickled your stomach as his plump lips pressed against yours. He was the one to pull away first, gazing into your eyes with his nose scrunched up, "You look so pretty, baby. All that for me?" You could feel your cheek warm up and as a response you broke eye contact with him.

He smiled at you, your shy demeanor so cute to him. Behind you, a lot of movement occurred. It made Jack look up, coming face to face with your father.

"As-salamu alaykum, sir." His American accent obvious as he spoke. This time, it was his turn for a blush to creep onto his cheeks. You have been together for almost a year, but he still had yet to win over your father's heart.

"Wa-Alaikum-Salaam. She's home by 7pm without tears. Bring her home. Have fun." Your father was extremely stern, his words extremely to the point. Yet, he always made sure to end his speech on a good note.

"Of course, sir! I will get her home safe and sound!" While holding him in your arms, you felt him stiff in your hold. It made you giggle. Your 6'1 "foot boyfriend shaking in his shoes in the presence of your much shorter father.

You had greeted your father in a rush, pulling your boyfriend with you as the two of you headed towards his car. He had opened the door for you, "get in, milady." You chuckled at his little acts of service, thanking him as you sat down on the passenger's seat. Jack walked to the other side of his car and took a seat next to you, "Where to, pretty?" His hand was already resting against your thigh, awaiting your answer. Dates with Jack were always unexpected. It was always where the moment took the both of you.

"Mall?" You shuddered as his fingers ran against your skin, the thin material of your pants not offering much cover. "Sure thing, whatever my girl wants."

The ride was quiet, your fingers playing with his free hand as you gazed outside the window. He treated you so well. So why were you feeling like this?

"What's up, pretty?" He noticed your unusual behavior. Of course you did. How couldn't he? He was by your side from your highest to your lowest, he basically knew almost everything about you.

You bit your bottom lip as you pulled at his skin, "nothing."

A lie.

Once again, silence filled the car with the radio playing as a background noise. Should you just tell him? Now? Before it could ruin your date?

"Tell me?" He put his car in park once he found an empty place in the parking lot, pushing his seat back for enough space between him and the steering wheel. To pull you by the arms onto his lap. You were facing him now, completely stunned with this action.

"Tell me, pretty girl." He pressed a kiss against your nose, his hands on your waist to keep you secure, "what's wrong?"

Communication was important.

It was the key.

"Promise you won't get mad?" You played with his shirt as you spoke, your gaze locked on the necklace lying against his collarbone. The pendant wad a pretty pink rose quartz, shaped into a heart. You remembered gifting him it as a way to hint your feelings to him. The color didn't match the color palette of his outfit, but he still wore it around his neck, almost proudly.

"You're thinking too hard with that pretty little brain of yours. I'm sure I won't get angry with you, babe."

"Uhm, okay." You took a breath, your fingers now tracing the cord of the necklace, "am I your type?"

Silence.

It made you look up at him, your eyes wide as you awaited an answer from him. A smile made its way on his face, immediately leaning down to press a firm kiss against your lips, "of course you are, why are you asking?"

"The interview, you uhm," you tried to gather your words in a sentence that would make sense and Jack gave you all the time you needed. His hands rubbing your back reassuringly as he watched you intently.

"You said you would shoot your shot with Margot Robbie."

Jack had opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, "I don't look like her. So you know, I thought��" this time, he cut you off with a deep kiss. A tender one, one that held so much meaning. Passion. Love. One of his hands traveled towards your cheek, caressing it as he deepened the kiss. Your hands stayed at his chest, clutching onto his shirt.

He had pulled away from the kiss to gasp for air, "I love you." He breathed out against your lips, "I love all of you." He continued, pressing a kiss against the tip of your nose, "I love this."

A kiss against your eyelid.

"I love this."

A kiss against your cheek.

"I love this."

Your forehead.

"I love this."

Your lips.

"And I love this."

"I'm so different from her, look at me! I'm—"

"Beautiful." He finished your sentence with lovesick eyes. "You're beautiful."

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[ang3lik]

𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

#pairing:: ethan landry x fem!bimbo!reader

no one expects ethan to be with you. since ethan is all nerdy, smart and shit they don’t expect you coming.

ethan likes the way you are. exactly the way you are. you’re just enough for him.

he likes that you’re so different to him. that you need him. you make him feel loved and appreciated.

definitely calls you a spoiled little brat all the time.

has to keep an extra close eye on you especially around times as it gets closer to when ghostface shows up.

actually likes seeing splashes of pink around his room, your heels thrown by his door or next to his bed, (which he definitely trips over sometimes), has a pink fluffy pen in his pencil case that he accidentally picked and put in his own because you were taking too long to pack up your stuff leaving class, has a hello kitty plushie on his bed

when you ask him for help with turn work or studying, you just sit in his lap and talk his ear of and he just ends up finishing it for you because your getting too distracted.

is way too soft. you want or need something ethan is straight on it.

chad just looks at him like ‘😑’ but he’s then like ‘you gotta do what you gotta do’

mindy just snickers as he does what you ask him too whilst anika (fellow!mini!bimbo!bestie in this hc) just looks at you both so proud 🥹

[chaethewriter]

If my fellow south(east) asian pookies missed it

HERE is a Jack Champion x south(east) asian reader oneshot I wrote.

MORE COMING SOON.

[ang3lik]

!Scream IV Spoilers!

Smut with Ethan Landry after he gets back from a kill🙈

𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ethan landry x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: vaginal sex, slight nipple play, biting, oral ( m x f ), spanking, begging, slight degradation and mentions of murder and violence. 𝐰/𝐜: 1.1k 𝐚/𝐧: i wrote this in like two hours, so sorry if it sounds rushed. if there’s any warnings i’ve missed or any errors, let me know, hope you enjoy !

as ethan walked back to his dorm, he couldn’t help the stir inside of him. the stir of revenge being fulfilled. he had succeeded in killing anika. he knew that would torture mindy most, but it’d scare the group as one by one he’d kill them. he still felt a little on edge however, all the adrenaline pumping inside him after his second kill.

it put his mind at ease that he knew you were waiting for him in his dorm, thinking he was just returning home from econ. as he got to his dorm door he double checked his hands, checking his clothes and pulling out his phone to check his face to make sure he was clear of blood.

he made sure his phone was on so not disturb to so no one would interrupt you both with the need of anika’s murder. he unlocked the door, walking in and closing it behind him, looking around the living room as he called your name out. you called back from his bedroom, laying on his bed as he walked in, dropping his bag to the floor, the ghostface costume and knife still stained with blood inside, making it think from the weight of it.

he flopped straight on top of you, face immediately in your neck, kissing your soft skin as you squirmed and giggled beneath him. your right hand ran through his curls your other wrapping around his large shoulders, holding him closer to you.

“what’s gotten into you?” you laughed out, his curls tickling under your jaw as he nibbled at your skin a little, the sharp pinch of his teeth, making your body heat up.

“stupid, fucking econ.” he breathed out, his cold hands, pushing up your tank top from your hips as he gripped them. “oh, you forgot your notes.” he paused. looking over to his desk, where his notes lay over the table, forgetting to hide them away before he left, as if he’d taken them with him.

he gulped, feigning annoyance before turning to you again.

“yeah, i know.” he answered. you took note of his heavy breathing, the fast inhales of air, audibly breathing out of his nose as his eyes darkened. he seemed angry, and there was only one thing that could calm him down. you. you took initiative, leaning upwards, capturing his lips between yours as he moaned loudly in content.

the kiss grew hot fast as he rushed to get you both naked as fast as possible. your tank top was tugged up, your tits bouncing before his eyes as he looked at you, hungry. his lips attached to your nipple, sucking on it gently as you sighed out in pleasure.

his thumb twisted the other, flicking it between his fingers. your cunt grew wetter as a jolt of excitement ran down your spine, squealing lightly as ethan let his teeth graze your nipple, sucking it lightly to ease the pain. he looked up at you through his curls, pulling away from the peak, smirking, a thin trail of spit connecting from the bud to his lower lip, breaking as moved down your stomach.

he stood up at the end of his bed, pulling of his shirt, his eyes watching you as he unclasped his belt, undid his jeans and pushed them off. you watched his thick cock, throb in his boxers before he pushed them off too, wasting no time to pounce on top of you.

he pushed your thighs apart, kneeling between as he pulled of your shorts by the waistband. he watched as your hole clenched around nothing, waiting for his thick, wet tongue as he leaned down sucking your clit into his mouth. you sobbed out in delight as his tongue flicked your nub, the sounds of his tongue licking up and down your slit, shaking his head slightly, as he ate you out messily, reaching your ears.

your thighs clamped around his head, as you leaked out into his tongue. squirming upwards on the bed, his hands pushed your thighs over his shoulders, his arms wrapping around them as he pulled you down, closer onto his younger as he pushed his tongue deep inside you.

curling it inside you, he let his teeth graze your clit, that warm feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you setting inside your stomach. the noises of him slurping your juices into his mouth, sent you over the edge, cumming all over his tongue and clenching around the muscle as your back arched up off the bed.

you yelled as he pushed your thighs of his shoulders, twisting your body to lay you on your stomach as he pulled you hips up, level with his. overstimulated, from your orgasm only seconds ago, your body shook as he pushed the top of his cock, slapping it on your clit as he teased your hole, pushing in and stretching you out before leaving again.

you squeezed your eyes closed as he pushed in, ethan letting out a loud groan as he looked down, watching his cock disappear inside of you as he pulled back, repeating his movements. you made whiny, meek noises at his slow movements, pushing your hips back, urging him to drive deeper.

a harsh slap to your left ass cheek has you crying out in ecstasy as he finally started to thrust faster. the erotic sounds of his hips slamming into yours, loud. you moaned loudly, your body buzzing with thrill as you felt the need to cum again. begs and whines of ‘please’ and ‘ethan’ left your mouth in desperation, as his hand came down on the opposite cheek, spanking you again.

he dropped down, leaning over your shoulder, as he rutted into you, his tip prodding your g-spot as he grunted into your ears.

“beg for me baby, like the little slut you are, tell me what you want?” he uttered. tears lined your eyes, as you tried to hold your orgasm off. “i want to cum!” you called out as you squeezed around his length. he could feel his sack tighten, as it slapped against your sticky clit, feeling the need to cum himself.

“cum.” he demanded. “cum for me.” you screamed in pleasure, deep, intense, thrusts carrying you through your orgasm as his cock twitched inside of you. warm, white cum, spewed from his tip as he whimpered. his body dropped down, the small bed leaving his arm laying across your back, your body tired but feeling heavenly.

neither of you said a thing, laying in a peaceful silence, until your phone rang, both your heads shooting up as ethan picked it up from his bedside table, chad was calling.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @astarborntowrite @liyahsocorro @anonoussy @gr4veyardg1rl

[ang3lik]

Ethan landry x fem!reader

Ethan has a crush on the reader but the reader doesn’t really know him and it is revealed through a game at a party.

𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞

#pairing:: ethan landry x fem!reader #w/c:: 1k. #a/n:: i haven’t proofread this because it’s been hard writing this past week and posting a fic each day, so any grammar or spelling errors, please let me know. hope you enjoy !

everyone sat in a circle at the fraternity party.

music blasting through the speakers filled your ears as the strong smell of alcohol filled your nostrils. the room was warm and loud as people danced and chatted. chad placed his empty beer bottle down on the floor in the middle of the circle, looking up mischievously as he spoke, “a simple game of spin the bottle.”

he smirked as he looked around, locking eyes quickly with ethan who glanced even faster at you. chad was the first to spin the bottle and luckily enough for him it landed on tara. anika giggled to herself quietly, tara gently slapping her arm as she leaned over the middle giving chad a small peck.

chad sat back in confusion hoping for more than just a small peck, but he’d keep trying. tara spun the bottle next, hers landing on quinn, as quinn stuck her hand out, wanting a kiss on the back of her hand. tara laughed lightly and she took hold of her hand licking the back of it as quinn shook her hand out in disgust.

everyone laughed out loud, as she wiped her hand on the material of her jeans, laughing mockingly as she spun the bottle. it landed on some random guy, she stood up walking over to him as she plopped down in his lap, immediately making out with him.

mindy rolled her eyes from where she sat making an ‘ugh’ sound as a boy sat across from her decided to spin. he landed on mindy who immediately looked up. “absolutely not.” she said, looking him up and down. you laughed under your breath as ethan also snickered across from you.

mindy blew a kiss to anika from where she sat, anika blowing one in turn as she spun. it landed on you as you smoked at each other, your lips puckered as you kissed your palm, blowing a kiss to her as she caught it in the air, placing it on her heart.

you leaned forward, spinning the bottle as you watched it turn quick. you were kind of anxious as to who it would land on, but the alcohol seeping through you calmed you slightly with a buzz. it stopped slowly as your head spun as you realised it landed on ethan.

everyone turned to look at him, his skin paling as his heartbeat quickened. he looked around at everyone before looking at you, waiting. he rose slightly into his knees, everyone watching on to see if he was really finally going to kiss you. you rose slightly too as you got closer to him.

feeling his warm breath on your face as you lord into his dark eyes, pupils blown wide. his big hands took hold of your face, tilting it to the right gently looking down at your lips before he connected them. your heart swooned as finally he was kissing you.

your lips moving in tandem with each other, breaking apart before pressing back onto each other quickly. the kiss lasted nearly a minute before you sat back abruptly. ethan left in the middle before he collapsed back into his ankles too, a love struck smile on his face.

chad patted his back gently as he swooned over the past moment looking back at you as anika was leaning into your side, a sickly sweet smile on her face, as a sweet smaller one matched on yours as you looked at him too. the game had ended but long after, mindy getting annoyed she kept getting random boys and everyone grew tired anyway.

as you stood up, grabbing your jacket getting ready to leave, a calloused hand grabbed hold of your wrist gently, turning around to where ethan stood.

“can we talk?” he asked. “sure,” you answered, fast, giving him a reassuring smile. “how about you walk me back to my dorm?” you spoke, holding your hand out for him to take. he took ahold of your hand, slotting together perfectly. you said your goodbyes as you left the house, walking down the road, before ethan spoke up.

“i like you.” you barely caught onto his words, he let them out so fast. “me too.” you said. he processed your words carefully, before you laughed, “i mean me too, as in i like you too.” you continued to laugh lightly as he watched you.

“you do?” he asked, sounding confused. you hummed in agreement with your previous statement.

“but you never told me.” he uttered. you laughed again, “you never asked.” he began to laugh at your words, realising this was probably just the tipsiness inside of you, making you giggle. he nodded along to your words too. it was true, he never did ask.

you neared closed to your dorm, before you murmured, “also, chad told mindy who told anika and of course she told me,” just loud enough for him to hear.

“oh! well that’s…” he cut himself off as he tried to find the right word. he stuffed his hands in his pockets, stumped. you reached your door as you learned back on it slightly. deciding on how you wanted the night to end you leaned forward, rising up on your toes, to reach his height, “i’d say that’s pretty good, because if i didn’t know, i wouldn’t get to do this.” you uttered, before kissing him the second time that night.

the kiss was a lot more comfortable, the pressure being under watchful eyes, no longer there, and your nerves were just replaced with a warmth. his tongue swiped over your lips lightly as you opened up, letting him in. his hands came out of his pockets landing on your hips, as believed to lean back on the door again.

you broke the kiss before he could get hotter. his breath coming out in uneven pants, his eyes still closed. as he opened them to look at you, you giggled again at how sweet but disheveled he looked. you pushed down the handle on your door, stepping inside before he could get hold of you, “goodnight, ethan.” you spoke, before closing the door gently, smiling bright to yourself.

he stood on the other side, standing there dumbfounded for about a minute, before touching his lips lightly, beginning to walk away from your door.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @astarborntowrite @liyahsocorro @anonoussy @gr4veyardg1rl

also this was literally ethan in the hallway outside your dorm:

and then he skipped home 🥰

[ang3lik]

spider with a girl that grew up with him start noticing that they have feelings for each other just really sweet fluffy smut pls

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ HOME IS A PERSON.

avatar masterlist. spider socorro x fem!human!reader.

warnings. vaginal unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), grinding, handjobs, fingering, slight edging, mentions of mating (na’vi) and mentions of death.

a/n: exopacks are not a thing for this fic, just pretend humans can breathe on pandora. this was a lot and is kind of long but i love it. if you’d like to be added to any taglist you can send an ask or dm !! enjoy ! (i haven’t proof read this so if there’s any typos or warnings missing, just let me know, sorry !)

spider had always been fascinated by the na’vi. pandora itself as he explored the wonders of life each day. but he never felt exactly at home. he saw the way neytiri judged him from afar, he understood your reasoning as his own kind destroyed your home.

but he just wanted a family, a family to feel like home. his relationship with jake was quite comforting, very much like a father figure to him. spider felt as if they had an understanding of each other in sorts.

when jake would tell stories of earth at night around a warm fire, he would be so intrigued. jake saw the way spider would listen more intently than his children, the comforted but excited gleam in his eyes, guilting him slightly.

even though jake’s stories fascinated him, he didn’t think he’d ever want to leave pandora though. his relationship with the sully brothers was just the same.

they both saw him as a brother and spider the same. neteyam was very protective of his family, spider included, he knew how much trouble lo’ak and spider would get into and would scold them both equally.

neteyam taught him many ways of the omaticaya clan, he taught spider to train, his body gaining muscle and building strength. he also taught him to shoot arrows with a bow.

they would often also tussle, neteyam a lot gentler considering his height, but he must admit he thought spider was strong for his kind, fearless too just like a warrior.

lo’ak loved spider. he loved to explore his home just as much as spider did. however the two were quite this mischievous pair. often receiving scoldings from his older brother and father.

they hung out a lot. running around like children all the time. they’d do anything for each other, just like brothers. his relationships with kiri and tuk were both adorable.

he was very protective of the girls, he knew as sisters. just like neteyam and lo’ak, he protected kiri when boys would talk to her. he always kept a watchful eye on both sisters as he knew kiri loved to explore and tuk would never be far behind her.

but his relationship with you however, was way more special. you both grew up together, playing as babies, growing into toddlers and changing into teenagers.

but no matter your age, you only grew closer. he knew his mother had died shortly after his birth, just like yours had died during your birth. you both kept pictures of your mothers, sticking them above your beds and making up stories at night at what you’d think they be like.

the way he talked and interacted with you was way different to any of the relationships he’d had. however around the age of 13 he started to develop a nervous feeling around you.

spider always thought you were beautiful, but one day you looked prettier, if that was possible. each day from then you only got prettier. now at the age of 18, you were the most beautiful human being he’d ever had the pleasure of being able to look at, the fact that he got to even touch you, hug you, hold your hand, kiss you still was unrealistic to him.

you always knew you’d had feelings for spider from a younger age. much like spider it did happen just one day, where you looked at him different.

you were making dinner with norm, spider stood next to you as he cut vegetables too. you’d just gotten back from hanging with the sully kids again.

however, spider was off with neteyam training with him and lo’ak, as you helped kiri collect some substances from plants for her tsahìk training. your eyes gravitated to his calloused hands, holding the sharp knife, his veins slightly bulging out.

they travelled upwards along his forearm to his biceps as they strained, his muscles had grown. his body was covered in a light sheen of sweat as all the running and laughing you had done on the way home had tired him.

you’d catch yourself looking at his lean torso sometimes too, your mouth watering just a little as you thought about touching his body just a little.

he’d catch you at times too, his body heating up under your gaze. eventually, the lingering gazes, touches, thoughts had proved enough for you both.

when you were both 16, under the stars one night you had laid closer staring into each others eyes as they both sparkled in delight. he had shocked you with his confidence as he leaned closer, looking down at your lips, his nerves quietly eating away at him as your hearts heated faster in tandem as your lips connected lightly.

he pressed soft pecks to your lips, experimentally. testing the waters as each kiss grew longer. eventually you broke apart, breathing heavier as rosy blushes set into both your cheeks as you giggled slightly.

from then on you and spider had been “together”, never really making it official, he just knew he was yours and you his. small make out sessions, turned into light grazing touches along each others skin, and the make out locations changed. from the forest at night to in your bed.

you and spider didn’t share a room but it wasn’t usually for you to sleep in each others beds. you had both done it for comfort starting at a very young age, so norm never suspected a thing.

the kisses grew hotter and faster though as you’d explored each other. you’d never had sex however. always stopping when your hips would jolt up or his hips would grind down into yours.

however as you both grew so did the sully boys. everyone now knew that you and spider were together. sharing small pecks around the family and it came to no surprise that they didn’t bat an eye either.

of course, kiri had pulled you away as did the boys to spider, kiri squealing on delight as you told her the new development. the boys were also very happy for spider and you.

congratulating their brother on getting over his nerves and confessing to you his feelings. it wasn’t long until neteyam also found his mate, mä'reyna and lo’ak found his too, äìset.

it was quite normal for the boys to bring their problems to each other, confiding into each other for advice. they shared experiences. no problem was too embarrassing or complicated and they figured it out together.

but after neteyam had told his brothers that he had officially completed his mating with mä'reyna, he had felt eager to try more with you. neither of you had ever minded or were scared to go further you just thought it should be something special, just like the na’vi.

after lo’ak had told him of his mating with äìset too, he knew he had to create the perfect setting to decide he wanted to touch you again. as it began to get late he found you with kiri, “it’s getting late, i think norm would want us back.”

you were confused as it was only eclipse, usually you could stay for a while longer but you didn’t question him so you said your goodbyes, hugging kiri goodnight before following him.

you were looking down at the floor as spider led you home, but you looked up in shock as you bumped into his chest. you looked around, this wasn’t home, it was higher up in the forest, ‘the lookout’ everyone called it, a safe spot high in the forest above the hills, a spot through the trees where the stars shine down into a wide path of grass.

spider led you to sit down in the middle. His body collapsing down next to you. the air was warm, the sky getting darker, little noises of animals around you croaked.

his hefty arm crept around your shoulders pulling you into him gently. you laid back looking up at the sky, your head on his chest, hearing the thump of his heartbeat which oddly grew faster by the second.

you tilted your head up at him to ask what was wrong, but before you could get a word out, he spoke, “i love you.”

you smiled at his words, before he continued, “but, I want you even more.” you sat up, leaning over his body a little, your hair framing his face as you looked down at him.

“what do you mean?” you asked.

“i love it when we kiss, when we’re alone together always…” he grabbed your hand gently, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. “but i want to do more.”

he signed out heavily, feeling a little more relaxed as he hit his feelings of his chest. his eyebrows rose slightly in surprise as you let out a light laugh.

“why didn’t you just say? are you ready for that?” you asked him.

“i am,” he answered. “i just thought maybe you weren’t yet ready so i held off.” you both snickered at each others responses as you continued to look into his eyes.

if he wanted something you’d always try your best to give it to him and if he wanted you, who were you to complain? you leaned down connecting your lips to his slightly as his hands went straight to your hair.

softly running his fingers through your locks as he groaned and sighed in pleasure. he loved kissing you. probably too much. but just the feeling of you so close to him, your lips on his moving together was the best feeling he’d ever felt.

he wasted no time in turning you over. his hands caging you in on the green grass, his dreads hanging over your face. he moved to your neck, sucking light hickies into your skin.

this was perfect, exactly how you’d imagined it. under the stars in the peace and quiet, warm and comfortable with the boy you loved. he got bolder, kissing down onto your chest.

you guys wore human clothes at times, especially in colder seasons. things like sweatpants, shirts, shorts. but spider preferred his own loincloth to anything.

but he still thought you looked beautiful in your loincloth and a shirt. he pushed your shirt up, raising your arms up so he could pull it off, throwing it to the side.

his lip’s immediately gravitated towards your nipple, sucking lightly as you let out a small moan. you felt him smile at your sounds against your chest.

your hands left gripping the grass, raising to his shoulders as you gripped his shoulders. he moved fast and eager, kissing down your navel, his tongue peeking out lightly to leave a cold trail on your stomach.

as he got closer to your clothed centre, goosebumps raised on your skin, you arched up into his touch. he came back up to your face, kissing you heavily again.

god he felt so good and he made you feel so good, without barely touching you. you spread your legs slightly, letting him kneel between them as his hips pushed down onto yours.

you could feel his cock harden through his loincloth as a wet spot grew on yours. your hands trailed down his sides before untying the sides of his loincloth, pushing it down his thighs, as you still kissed him fast.

you felt him up as you grabbed his length lightly, moving your hand up and down slowly, gripping the base tighter on the way down. he broke the kiss, looking down and watching your hand jack him off slowly and he breathed heavily.

leaning up on his left elbow, he lives his own hand down to the centre of your loincloth, looking to your face for confirmation. you nodded quickly at him before he moved the length your loincloth to the side, trailing his thumb over your clothed centre.

his thumb pressed down above your clit as he circled it, the friction of them cloth rubbing against you, making you moan loudly. he couldn’t wait any longer, the noises you made and your palm still gripping his length that hardened even more became painful.

he rose up on his knees, leaning back on his ankles as he untied your loincloth, pulling it off and throwing it again. he pushed your thighs further apart as he moved closer his fingers coming back down on your clit as he circled it quickly.

he watched the way you squirmed beneath him, soaked and leaking more witness from under his fingers, he covered his middle and pointer finger in your slick as he gently pressed around your hole, dipping one of his fingers in up to the first knuckle, checking your face for any signs of pain.

you didn’t wince and your face didn’t express any pain, you only tightened around him wanting more as he pushed it all the way in slowly. you only made a small gasping noise, one of newfound pleasure, as he thrusted his disgust in and out slowly.

you clenched again as he pumped faster, your noises growing louder as his pushed his middle finger in alongside his pointer. you winced a small bit as his fingers immediately stopped, but you looked at him, giving him a small smiles, “it’s okay, i’m fine,” you managed to speak out.

he started to pump his fingers again faster and deeper as you got wetter and louder. his cock grew red and painful, precum sliding out of his tip as his body heated up.

your body grew hotter, tingling in all the right places, about to cum, before he stopped. you opened your eyes in confusion and annoyance before you could see him, holding his cock and sliding it through your folds, up and down your slit, he leaned down, kissing you sweetly.

“sorry, i couldn’t wait,” he said, sheepishly.

“you promise to tell me if it hurts?” this is why you loved him, because even in such an exciting moment his first and only priority was your safety. you lifted your head kissing him again before saying, “of course.”

he nodded, processing everything that was happening before slowly sliding into you. a long, hefty groan left his lips, as he felt the warmth of your cunt, tight and wet around him.

your moans were singing in his ear as he filled you up. he attempted shallow, gentle thrusts at first, but his hips lost control as you begged him to fuck you faster.

you moved your thighs to sit atop his hips the new angle allowing his cock to push in deeper, hitting that spongy spot deep inside you. every time he pushed in, the tip of his cock grazed it, edging you closer to your orgasm.

you felt heavenly and your orgasms crept up once again, fast, as you tried to tell him. small screams and moans leaving your mouth. he was moaning too.

deep and loud, as his cock twitched, the feeling of so much pleasure all at once overwhelming him. you came around his cock, clenching around him, shaking slightly underneath him as your eyes rolled back.

he came fast, spilling inside you, his body hot, all his limbs trembling, trying to keep himself up. you breathed out opening your eyes, watching him still thrusting, riding out his high.

he slowed, collapsing down on top of you and rolling to the side. as you lay together, his hand gripped yours. you imagined this was the first of many firsts you’d share together, because you could never feel it with anyone else.

as he lay next to you, a new warmth spread through his chest, not just one of love, one of belonging. a feeling of home, as he realized hime didn’t have to be a place, home was a person and you were his home.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @astarborntowrite @liyahsocorro @gr4veyardg1rl

[ang3lik]

ultraviolence 🖤

don’t know if you did him already but spider pls

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ AMORE, AMATO.

avatar masterlist. ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚. spider socorro x all!reader.

spider is not good at expressing his emotions. at. all. he knows when he’s happy and he’s content most of the time, but he hates having to acknowledge when he’s upset about something.

when he’s angry, he gets frustrated and then he gets sad too. but, when you help him recognise and understand his feelings and listen to him, he knows the feeling of relief.

he hates crying infront of people too, but for some reason he feels perfectly fine coming to you and letting tears slip, as you hold him.

spider is a messy boy. his room in the lab is a mess. he has plastic jars of blue paint tipping out of his bin. he also never makes his bed.

spider does have some human clothes but prefers to wear his loincloth. if i gets a little chilly, he’ll put on a tank. he owns mostly basketball shorts and t-shirts and sweatpants.

but he has sweaters and hoodies, he wore one once out to the village and lo’ak was so intrigued by the feeling of the material, he asked to try it on.

his long arms and torso stretched it out thigh so now it’s kinda baggy, but tuk saw it too and calls the hood a “queue carrier”, because lo’ak tucked his queue in the hood when he tried it on.

spider makes bracelets for you in his free time, jake once told him that on earth when humans want to get married they propose with a ring, he knows he’s probably not old enough to marry you yet, so he settles for beaded necklaces and leather bracelets.

in the lab, spider found an old tv in a storage cupboard and a few tapes of old movies that recruits used to watch, norm fixed it up for him and put it in his room, the movies are a little old and he’s watched them thousands of times but he never gets bored.

especially, if you’re laying in his bed with him and watching them together and falling asleep.

[ang3lik]

thinking about reader breaking the horror movie survival rules and giving herself to ethan and losing their virginities. she doesn’t know ethan is ghostface and when he reveals himself he stabs her, killing her, but he’s torn between saving you and being loyal to his father and sister. he holds you in his arms as you bleed out and kisses you as you take your last breath. all you could see was the twinkling starlike lights of the theatre blurring as tears corrupted your vision, and his angel face, the devil in disguise.

[ang3lik]

Plss do some jack champion head cannons !!

𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

pairing: jack champion x all!reader

boys obsessed with the colour brown.

gym guy. he’s not crazy with it but he’s very happy with the muscle mass he’s gained when training. (kisses his own biceps)

soft boi. literally the softest most gentlest man alive.

loves thriller movies !! loves mind game movies, guilty pleasure movie is dirty dancing. (he thinks he’s patrick swayze and he will do the lift with you.)

very energetic, he’s full of energy and he’s such a fun person to be around

big family boi. he loves his mom and owns being a mommas boy, also loves all his friends and attaches to every animal he ever sees

prefers savoury over sweet. he’s not too big on sweets like candy, LOVES ICE CREAM THO

big bear boy. BEEFY BIG WARM HUGS. literally would stuff you inside his hoodie if he could

cries when those sad animal extinction ads come on tv

thinks people who hate cats or are scared of them are weird (they are)

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— You're dead to me. [COMPLETED]

In which Jake Sully leaves his life on earth to settle down with the Omatikaya people as Toruk Makto. Having a family that consists of four kids with Neytiri, everything seems to work out just fine, but what if the past comes back for him? And his babygirl is right there in front of him?

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 11] [epilogue]

— Opposites attract. [Taglist] DISCONTINUED

In which the cruel ways of the RDA to save humanity come to light and a movement against the killing of Pandora begins. With young people receiving training in the resistance army to become warriors and protect the indigenous. You get put into cryosleep and sent to Pandora as one of the finest warriors. Here, you come face-to-face with the future Olo'eyktan. What if the two of you butt heads? And something forbidden blooms?

[part 1]

Jack Champion

— ghost of you.

In which you need to keep your relationship a secret, not knowing the consequences.

— exes.

In which you and Jack bump into your exes while visiting your hometown.

— Jack Champion x acubi gf! reader headcanons

an underdressed boyfriend and an overdressed girlfriend.

— got a sweet asian chick.

In which you and Jack have been dating for a while, and the two of you mutually agree to take the next step: meeting the family.

— bf does my makeup q&a

In which you record a Youtube video with your boyfriend, the one and only Jack Champion.

— with(out) you

In which Jack follows his dream, unbeknownst to you hurting.

Roronoa Zoro

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— voices of the nights.

[chaethewriter]

got a sweet asian chick

Jack Champion x South(east)Asian!reader

In which you and Jack have been dating for a while, and the two of you mutually agree to take the next step: meeting the family.

Word count: 4k

Warning: not proofread, english isn't my first language, rushed, lots of mistakes?

tagged: @viivvriv @genesis4545 @norrisgf @darkcrusadestrawberry @drxwstxrkxy

A/N: here you go Riah!! Enjoy reading everyone.🫶

"I think I'm sweating through my pants." Jack Champion was a confident man, usually able to mask his feelings with his goofy and silly behavior, but right for this instance, that silly demeanor was thrown out of the window as he stood in front of his home's mirror with shaking legs. He wore a black suit, the blazer a wrap plaid one as he topped it off with a black tie and dress shoes. "Baby, are you sure I shouldn't wear.. uhm.. your traditional clothing?" His lips were pursed as he forgot what it was called when he watched himself in the mirror. He was a white american, an entire different race than you and your family. Of course, that shouldn't matter at all, but he felt incredibly nervous. He was raised by his mother with respect and turned into a true gentleman, but he was afraid. Afraid he would fuck this up and make a fool out of himself. This was his first time meeting your relatives, after all. He felt nervous meeting your parents too, but they were quick to like him. Well, your mom. Your father was still protective when it came to you and boys, but that's how fathers will always be. Currently, the two of you were getting ready for your cousin's wedding. The loser of a cousin finally proposed to his now-fiancee, and you couldn't be happier for them. He was like a brother to you. This led to you asking Jack to be your date for the wedding, since he is your boyfriend and all. You understood that if he had declined, you had a huge family after all. You didn't even know 75% of the people, and you probably knew at least a hundred relatives. But to your surprise, Jack had agreed to accompany you, seeing it as the next step in your relationship. You saw your future in his eyes, after all. To say you were beyond excited was an understatement, finally sharing your culture with your boyfriend in the way it should be shown. Jack did know the basic stuff from visiting your home and eating with your parents, but they always tended to tone it down. This time, he could get the real experience. You were getting ready in his guestroom, as you had a ton of stuff to prepare for and needed all the space you could possibly use. From the other room, you replied to his question as you fixed your saree, "Jaanu (beloved), I'm sure of it. I would rather you introduce yourself as you, Jack Champion, my silly boyfriend. And that suit definitely screams your name." You looked at yourself in the mirror with the proudest look on your face as a few strands of your hair framed your face. The brown-beige colored shameen draped saree hugged your body as the jewelry on your wrists and neck were the cherry on top. Your earrings completed the outfit as a whole as they matched your makeup look. You bit your lip in satisfaction. You felt so beautiful in your own skin. But would Jack feel the same way?

"Wow," Jack stood in the dooropening, staring right into your reflection in the mirror as his jaw practically dropped to the floor. He was so used to you wearing acubi fashion: cargo pants, crop tops with half-zipped hoodies, that this side of you was such a shocker to him. Not a negative one, though. He walked up to you, still mesmerized by your beauty. His eyes checked you out from head to toe as he stood behind you, checking every curve and decoration on you. He slowly moved his hands to your waist, gripping your skin as he pushed you against him. The back of your head hit his chest as a blush covered your cheeks. You watched his expression through the mirror and his eyes held nothing but adoration and love, "You're so pretty. You're always so pretty and breathtaking, priya (beloved)." He had a funny American accent when he whispered the last part, but you couldn't help but blush. He took his time learning about your culture and your ways. Even though he was a busy man with his acting job, he always made time for you. Jack Champion was the man of everyone's dreams. And he was yours.

Your parents had picked you up from Jack's house, his mom begging him to take a lot of videos and pictures for her to relive the moment before the two of you had left. She couldn't help but make the two of you pose in front of the house, taking a ton of pictures of her son holding your waist as your hand were resting against his chest. Like the gentleman Jack was, he opened the cardoor for you to get seated. While in the car, you seated next to Jack in the backseat, your mother spoke up, "My dāmāda (son-in-law), how are you feeling? About the wedding?" A blush crept up on your cheeks at that nickname. Your mother took a liking to your boyfriend, and you couldn't be happier about how accepting she was. You had a feeling it happened after he told her about his job at such a young age, but the more he was around, the more she grew to like him for who he was. Your father thought different about it, though, as a grumble left his lips at the way your mother called your boyfriend. He did earn a smack from your mother in return. Jack brought his right hand to your thigh to caress it as his other hand moved to hold onto yours, his thumb rubbing your skin, "I can't lie. I'm pretty nervous, but also excited to get the real cultural experience with my girlfriend by my side." He was so cheesy, but you couldn't help but smile at his words.

From the rear mirror, your father watched how lovey dovey the two of you were being. Even though you tried your best to be as discreet as possible, your father would rather not have Jack in his car at all. Let alone him being so acceptable of the touches you shared. "Please keep your hands away from my d- ow priya (beloved)!" Your mother had slapped your father before he was able to finish his sentence. You shook your head as you gave Jack a reassuring smile, taking both his hands and holding them in your lap. He gave you a smile in return as he played with your fingers, something he did whenever he needed to calm down. You leaned closer to him as you pulled one of your hands away from his grip to stroke the strands of hair out of his eyesight. The two of you were acting like a cheesy, newly wedded couple, but you didn't care. As long as he was by your side, everything would be okay.

Being the gentleman Jack was, he had gotten out of the car the moment your father had parked to go ahead and open your door for you. You had blushed yet again at this action. You were easily swooned when it came to him. You grabbed onto his exchanged hand as you grabbed your sari with the other to lift the fabric off the floor as you stepped out of the car. A blush had covered Jack’s pale skin as he watched your every move. You looked, no, you were someone out of a fairy tale. You were beyond beautiful, breaking the scale as you were above it. “well thank you, my prince Naveen.” The both of you knew that ‘prince charming’ would have been the usual phrase, but you didn’t like that. Prince charming didn’t have any personality and Jack was the complete opposite of that, so you had decided to settle on Naveen, who was also your favorite Disney prince. Very ironic, considering your ethnicity. “Y/N!!” You were almost knocked on your butt at the sudden force running into, if that weren’t for Jack holding you by the small of your back. “My sweet boni (wild berry)!” You engulfed her in your arms as you held her against your hip, “for sure has been a while, hasn’t it?” You got a nod in response as she wrapped your arms around you, “missed you!” She had exclaimed, before she made direct eye contact with Jack, who had put on the brightest smile as he waved at her. She shyly waved in return, thinking the older boy in front of her was quite handsome.

“I knew she would be here. Assalamu Alaikum, bhanjee (sister’s daughter).” One of your hundred aunts came up to you, putting her hand on your arm as she leaned to press her cheek against yours. You smiled as you greeted her in return, “Wa’alaikum Salaam, auntie.” You felt Jack shift as his grip on the small of your back tightened. You put your cousin down, before putting your hand on Jack’s chest, the other hugging his arm close to you. “Auntie, this is my boyfriend, Jackson.” Your aunt had looked at the boy from head to toe, making him shake in his shoes. He put his hand on his chest as he nodded his head to greet her, “It’s nice to meet you, miss. And just Jack is alright with me.” You had looked at your aunt for approval, as she still analyzed his figure. “Aren’t you a tall handsome boy! What do your parents do, hm? Please call me auntie!”

If you could crumble through the ground, it would have happened right there and then. “Oh thank you, auntie! Uhm my mom studied bio-“

“Oh doctor!! When are the two of you getting married!”

A heavy blush had covered Jack’s cheeks as you basically pulled Jack with you towards the venue, “Auntie we are going to greet the others, please excuse us!” As you speed walked off with your boyfriend trailing behind you.

“I am so sorry for her,” you bit your lip as you looked down in shame. The two of you were still so young and for your auntie to start talking about marriage, “I’m sorry if you felt uncomfortable with that question.” You saw your future in him, even though the two of you were still so young, and you didn’t know if Jack felt the same way. Instead of an awkward response, a laugh had erupted from him, “It’s okay darling. After all, you having my last name doesn’t sound so bad now, does it?”

You had smacked his chest, “We aren’t even twenty, Jack!”

The two of you had walked around greeting other relatives, some you knew and most you didn’t. It was the usual ‘I held you when you were just a baby!’ and ‘I remember when you just learned how to walk’ moment, where you awkwardly smiled in response. The moment they saw Jack, they had all interviewed him like true interviewers whenever he was on press tours. He didn’t mind though, as he would try his hardest for you. Their defensive behavior disappeared the moment he had told them he was an actor, your relatives linking this to being rich. Word spread about you bringing in your white famous boyfriend, other people coming up to the two of you to ask you questions about your relationship. You already felt your social battery draining and the ceremony hadn’t even started yet, so you pulled Jack to the side as another storm of relatives flooded in, late as always cause everyone could never be on time. Luckily for them, the soon-to-be-married couple already counted on this. Once Asian, always Asian. “I have never seen a family this big before.” He had leaned down to whisper that in your ear, his lips pressed against your ear as his hot breath fanned against your skin. His hand was holding your waist as he pulled you closer, “did I already tell you that you look incredible tonight, babe.”

Your hands traveled to his chest, gripping onto his blazer as you looked around, “isn’t this kind of inappropriate of you to do at the wedding of your new family, sir Champion?”

His eyes sparkled as he pulled his face away to flash you a grin, “I can’t help it, mrs. Champion. I like the physical contact.” You chuckled in response, pressing a quick kiss against his plump lips before pulling yourself away from him, the only physical contact being your arm hooking into his. So far, you had mostly met aunties, uncles and distant cousins. Jack didn’t know what was about to come. The scariest part of meeting an Asian family: the older cousins. They were probably running late as always.

“Before you can call me mrs. Champion, you still have some obstacles to win, Jackson Champion.” You weren’t going to lie, you were incredibly worried about him meeting your grandparents and older cousins. You were one of the youngest, so they were extra protective when it came to you. “Which is?”

Before you could answer your dear boyfriend, one of your relatives had gotten on stage with a microphone in her hand, “Namaste, family, friends. We have come here together,” She did her introduction speech, before telling everyone to sit at one of the hundreds of round tables in the huge venue. You smiled at your boyfriend and pulled him along, looking for any familiar faces you could sit with. “(Y/N), here!” You heard your name being called as you looked around. Among the crowded tables, you spotted a few heads peeking out from the crowd. Your older cousins. All sitting together. Holding one chair free for you. You didn’t tell them about Jack coming. You gulped as you headed their way. This was it, the true judging of your boyfriend.

“well good day, rats.” You smirked as they all stood up to engulf you in a hug, or a handshake. Jack stood there awkwardly, waiting for you to introduce him. “Now who is this?” one of your cousins spoke up, walking over to one of the only white people in the room, being sweet Jack.

“guys, this is m-“

“how couldn’t you tell us?! You have been seeing someone all along?!”

“If you could shut up and let me speak, thank you.” You took a step towards Jack, hugging his arm in your chest as you smiled sweetly, “This is obviously my sweet and handsome boyfriend, Jack.” Your older cousins gaped at one another. Even though they had figured it out on their own the moment you walked in with a white boy, they still couldn’t believe it that their little cousin would grow up so early. “Your type differs so much from us, that’s not in a bad way of course! Nice to meet you Jack, I’m ….” Your only first female cousin had spoken up, making the decision to walk up to him with her hand extracted. Jack felt much more at ease, a bright smile on his face as they shook hands. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

You gave your other cousins a look, telling them to be nice to your boyfriend. They all groaned, but agreed. They didn’t want you unhappy, after all. All your cousins had greeted Jack, who felt delighted as he felt them opening up to him. You all took a seat, as you secretly stole a chair from the table next to you for Jack to sit down next to you. He put his hand on your thigh as your touch made him feel at ease. You smiled and put your hand on his. The table was decorated with flowers and a beautiful woven cloth, on top all kinds of snacks to eat from. Your relative prepared for her next speech, waiting for everyone to settle down in their seats, as you pulled a few bowls closer to the two of you. You faced Jack, who looked down at the three snacks. “What are these?” he had asked out of genuine curiosity, excited to try it. “So this is aloo tikki, it’s like a fried potato patty. This is banana chips, it’s basically fried overripen bananas. This last one is samosas, it’s my all time favorite. I’m sure you had this before, it’s the potato filled pastry.” You explained as you pointed to all the dishes, given them their easiest description for him. Jack took notice how it was all fried, in oil. He was sure he needed to go to the gym tomorrow, because of all the delicious food he will eat. He first went for the safe option, the one he already knew, the samosas. “warning baby, these are much spicier than the ones I made for you.” You got up from your seat, “let me go get you something to drink, alright? I’ll be back soon.”

“So Jack, what do you do?” one of your cousins had asked him once you went off to the other side of the venue.

“I’m an actor. I have been doing it since I was a child, and now I made my passion my career.” Jack explained, turning to your cousin as he used his hands while talking.

Your other cousin chimed in, “In what movies do you play? Like genre?”

“So far, horror and science fiction. My most recent role was one in scream s-“

Before Jack could finish his sentence, your female cousin chimed in, “OH MY GOD! YOU’RE THE HUMAN KID FROM AVATAR!” She almost fell off her chair as she did so, standing up from her seat and pointing at him, “You’re the bug! The one with the bug name!” her accent clear as she spoke out of pure excitement. In the meantime, your other cousins just stay quiet as they watch their cousin scream like a true Asian mom on the phone. God, this was embarrassing.

Jack tried his best to hold his laughter, “Yes, I play spider yes.”

“Do you plan on playing in romance movies?” the vibe suddenly got dark, as all your cousins stared right into his eyes. It made him nervous, but he knew he couldn’t do more than tell them the truth. “It would be interesting to be in one, as it’s different from what I usually do, but if (Y/N) feels uncomfortable with that thought, then I won’t. I don’t want my relationship to be in danger. There are a lot of other genres with good movie plots.”

Once you had returned with your drinks, it looked like your cousins had opened up just a tad. You didn’t know what they had talked about, but it must be good. You brought him a glass of water to neutralize his tastebuds as you brought a cola for yourself. He didn’t expect the spice to hit him this hard, his mouth on fire as he teared up. Your cousins had laughed at him as he sipped his water, holding onto your hand as he did so. You gently rubbed his cheeks as you grinned, “Now where is my Champion?”

The ceremony had started soon after. Your cousin looked so beautiful in her attire, almost making you tear up as your hand clasped over your mouth. Jack scooted closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer, his other hand rubbing your hand. It might be wishful thinking, but that could be Jack and you in a decade. Oh, how you couldn’t wait to see what the future had in stock for the two of you. Thank god that you wore waterproof mascara, because you bawled your eyes out the moment they had exchanged rings. “baby, it’s okay I’m here.” He had whispered as you sniffed, trying to get it together.

After the ceremony, the dancing began. First it started out as performance dancing, with professional dancers in cultural attires as they put on a show. Jack had taken his phone out to film the happening, so fascinated by the different approach of a wedding. Soon, couples gathered on the dance floor as the professional dancers left the floor. Thee newly wedded couple danced in the middle as the other pairs danced around them. You had gotten up, taking his hand in yours as you pulled him off your chair, “now come on!”

“babe, I don’t know the dance moves-“

“But you know how to dance! Come on!”

You pulled him on the dancefloor, for the sake of your social anxiety and him being in the presence of your huge family, you had decided to stay at the side. “Come on, lets just have fun. Doesn’t matter what we dance, you take the lead Champ.” He grinned at you as he took you in his arms. At first he was a little stiff, twirling you around and moving you from side to side. But as time passed, he grew more comfortable: more himself. The dances got more ‘Jack’ when he did his iconic dance, making you laugh as you threw your head back. The two of you forgot everyone around you as you were only focused on one another, enjoying the moment with the brightest smiles on your face. A sight captured by many.

Eventually, the two of you left the dancefloor, as food would be served soon. You went to the restroom to fix yourself up, Jack following you like a lost puppy as he held onto your hand. You were inside the restroom, touching your makeup and hair up as Jack stood outside, your hands linked together through the door crack. Then you proceeded to return to your table, food already ready and served. It was a plate filled with fresh roti: masala potatoes and chicken, eggs and green beans filling your nostrils. A side of madame jeanette to go with it. Jack had pulled your chair out for you to sit on, before taking a seat himself, “what’s this?” He had asked as he analyzed the plate in front of his nose.

“So this is my favorite dish actually, it’s roti with a bunch of side dishes you eat this with.” You explained as you opened the little wipe packet they gave you to go with, since it’s a dish you’re supposed to eat with your hands. You gave it to Jack as you opened your own wipe, “this is a dish you eat with your hands, so that’s what the wipes are for.” He copied your ways, wiping his fingers down with the wipe as well.

“Okay, so you rip some of the flatbread and you hold it like you’re going to scoop something, then you grab a little bit of everything and put it in your mouth.” You explained as you followed your own instructions, adding some of the madame jeanette to it as well. He had seen you done that, “What is the yellow sauce?” He asked as his eyes focused on his plate. He wasn’t used to eating at all. Of course he ate pizza and chicken wings with his hands, but this still felt different. This felt more cultural. You watched him struggle to split the potatoes in half without letting it fly through the sky. It was kind of cute?

Your gaze returned on his expression as you answered his question from earlier, “It’s spicy, I am not sure if you can handle it. Do you still want to try?”

He nodded, eager to do anything that has to do with your culture. Eager to learn.

“Say ah?”

“huh?”

��I said ‘ahh’ silly.”

“ahh?” Jack had opened his mouth in confusion, not knowing what you meant by it. You then fed him your portion, making him blush a dark shade of red as you pushed the food inside his mouth with your thumb. You pulled your hand away, looking at his expression with a bright grin. As he chewed, his eyes widened when the spice hit his tongue. It felt like his tastebuds were burning off. He had swallowed though, since the taste was exquisite. If only he could taste it better without the distracting spice. You quickly brought the glass of water to his lips, your hand under his chin as he eagerly gulped his drink done, his hand on yours to keep the cup steady.

This sure was an experience to tell at home.

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THIS IS MY ANNOUNCEMENT SAYING I DO JACK CHAMPION X SOUTH(EAST) ASIAN READER AND THERE IS ALREADY ONE ONLINE CAUSE PEOPLE THINK THERE IS NONE BUT HERE IS I, THAT DOES IT PLS!!!!

Thanks to brainstorming with my other southasian friend we got some good stuff coming so pls notice me my fellow Asians I am begging!!