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[gubsbuubs]

I hate it when you're right

(18+)

Pairing: Jake Peralta x Female!Reader

Warnings: Friends to lovers; LOTS of teasing, slow burn?, Smut; Creampie; Dirty talk.

Request:Could you do a Jake Peralta x Reader work partners to hookup? Like they’ve been work partners forever, until one night way too late at the bar they hook up? And realize “oh fuck maybe i do like him like that?”

A/N: Hi, my loves! I´m not dead I swear. Here's the first Peralta smut, hope everyone enjoys. 🍒

English is not my first language - My requests are open!

"How much longer is this going to take?" Peralta's agitated voice echoed through the dark alley as he paced back and forth, his restless energy practically bouncing off the walls.

I understood his frustration; we'd been waiting for what felt like hours, when in reality, it had only been about forty minutes. Compared to the nearby street, this alley was dark and dank; graffiti adorned the walls, and the air smelled faintly of waste. At the end of it stood an abandoned store, rumored to be a hotspot for illegal drug deals. After receiving a tip earlier this nigth, we had been staking out the area in hopes of catching distributors. Slowly, I watched as Peralta's impatience grew, and I couldn't help but wonder if our tip had just been a false lead.

Amidst the distant sounds of traffic and the faint hum of the city, Jake's distressed movements seemed amplified; every passing car and footstep only seemed to fuel his uneasiness. Honestly, I couldn't blame him; this place gave off major creepy vibes, but we had a job to do, and that meant keeping our cool and waiting for the right person to arrive.

"Hey, take a breather," I suggested, attempting to soothe his nervous demeanor. "You're coming off a bit suspicious."

He halted in his tracks, scratching the back of his head with a sheepish grin. "Sorry about that. I just can't stand waiting, you know?"

"I understand, but we really need to keep it together," I stressed, aiming to ease his tension. "Can you just stand there and act normal?"

"I'm tryiiiiiiing," his voice tinged with a hint of whining as he continued pacing.

"Well, try harder," I urged, "You look like a total cop right now."

His pacing halted abruptly, and he turned to me with wide eyes, a look of realization dawning on his face. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," he muttered frantically. "We look like cops, and we´re getting shot in the face."

"Relax, Peralta," I chuckled, trying to inject some levity into the situation.

"Y/n" He sighed deeply, standing in front of me with his hands in his pockets,"I don't want to get shot; my face is my prized possession." His brow furrowed as he confessed dramatically.

I tilted my head, "Come on, Peralta," I quipped, a playful grin tugging at the corners of my lips. "If you get shot, I think your face would be the least of our concerns. I mean, you'd be dead!"

"Man, I should've prepared a character for a cover-up," Jake exclaimed, shaking his head ruefully. "We can't just stand here looking like this... like cops."

"Well, it's a little late for that now,"

He let out an exaggerated sigh, crossing his arms in frustration. "Let me think of something," he declared, his hand moving to his chin and rubbing it thoughtfully as he pondered our predicament.

I couldn't help but chuckle softly as I glanced around at the dimly lit street nearby, feeling the tension slowly dissipate as Jake's panicked expression softened into one of contemplation.

But then, with a sudden clarity, Jake snapped his fingers, "I've got it!" he exclaimed.

His words were accompanied by his familiar, stupid, and playful smirk. It was a look that spelled trouble, and to be honest, although I knew nothing good would come out of his mouth, I couldn't help but feel intrigued.

"Spill it, Peralta," I said, my hands tucked into my jean pockets, adopting a casual stance as I awaited his response. With Jake, you never quite knew what you were going to get, but you could always count on it being entertaining, if nothing else.

"You see, Y/n," he approached slowly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as his left hand found its place against the wall behind me, anchoring me as he leaned in. "I was thinking..." he trailed off, his tone dripping with exaggerated suspense.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes playfully at his teasing manner. "Oh, here we go again," I retorted gently, halting his advances with a hand on his chest. "Another one of Jake's brilliant ideas, right?"

"Come on, Y/N, don't be like that," he said, his tone a mix of amusement and pleading. "You know you love my brilliant ideas."

"Oh, absolutely," I replied with a touch of sarcasm. "They're right up there with 'let's infiltrate this wedding' and 'let's dress up as clowns for the undercover operation.'"

"Hey, those are classic moments in my detective history," he protested, a grin spreading across his face. "One day they'll make a movie about me."

I couldn't resist lightly patting his chest. "Sure, buddy, for sure."

As Jake leaned in closer, I couldn't deny the surge of warmth that spread through me. Despite my attempts to conceal it, his proximity was starting to affect me.

Jake and I had a playful dynamic, often flirting with each other, and he wasn't shy about expressing his interest; he even told me countless times how I was "missing out" on a chance to be with him.

And don´t get me wrong, while I did find him undeniably attractive, I was hesitant to entertain the idea of taking things beyond friendship. Our coworker-turned-friend relationship was something I cherished, and I didn't want to risk complicating it with romantic entanglements.

So, no, nothing ever happened apart from the casual, harmless flirting. Our banter kept things light and enjoyable, never crossing the line into anything more serious. Despite the occasional temptation, we both understood the importance of maintaining boundaries in our friendship.

"Seriously, hear me out on this one," he continued, "What if we… I don't know… pretend to make out? It's the perfect cover-up!" His suggestion hung in the air, and for a moment, there was silence as we both processed the absurdity of his idea. His head fell to the side, awaiting my response with a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

"You wish, Peralta." I laughed and shook my head. "I mean, I know you'd do anything to steal a kiss from me, but making out in a dark alley? That's a bit too romantic even for you, don't you think?"

"Hey, it was worth a shot, right?" As he moved to step away from the wall, I caught movement at the beginning of the street behind him. Acting quickly, I grabbed him by the tie, the one he always refused to wear, and shot him a warning look. Understanding my silent cue, he lowered his head to mine, trying to appear inconspicuous as he whispered in my ear. "Is it them?"

"Maybe," I quietly answered, my heart pounding as I realized we were being watched. The figures stood at the beginning of the street, whispering to each other; they wore on to us for sure.

"Oh my god, they know, don't they?" he whispered, his voice tinged with worry. "What do we do, Y/L/N? I don't want to get shot in the face," he pleaded, his panic palpable.

Fuck I hate when he's right...

"Screw it," I whispered, my voice filled with determination. Pulling him closer, I crashed my lips into his. He immediately reacted, his arms encircling my waist as he pinned me against the wall. His lips were softer than I imagined, but his hands were rough as they traveled up my sides to rest on the back of my neck, pulling me even closer. Although the kiss was a desperate attempt to obfuscate the approaching perps, it was evident that Jake was definitely enjoying it more than it was intended. I couldn't help but give in to the moment as our kiss intensified as his tongue traced over my lower lip, kindly begging for more.

The footsteps grew louder, signaling the approach of whoever was out there. Without a second thought, his hand found its place on the back of my thigh, pulling me in closer. With my leg lifted around him, our bodies pressed together, and his fingers lightly held me in place.

Abruptly, the footsteps ceased and a voice cut through the moment. "Hey, what are you guys doing here?" one of the men asked, his tone cautious.

Jake broke the kiss. "Do you mind?" He retorted sharply, giving the guy a pointed look, before catching my lips again. I eagerly responded, letting my hands tangle up in his hair as he leaned closer to me.

The two guys just chuckled and exchanged knowing glances before sauntering off to the end of the alley. It worked; the stupid plan actually worked.

I waited until the footsteps were barely audible before breaking the kiss. I raised my head to get a better look, and Jake let his lips travel, leaving warm, open-mouthed kisses down my chin and into my neck. I bit my lip as I suppressed a moan I knew I was holding, glancing to see the two figures waiting by the door. "Jake, they're just standing there." I breathed out.

"Keep your eyes on them," he ordered, as he pressed himself against me.

I fought to keep my focus, torn between the intoxicating sensation of Jake's lips on me and the need to maintain our cover. Despite the overwhelming desire to lose myself in the moment, I stole quick glances towards where the perps stood, ensuring we weren't drawing any unwanted attention.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a new figure emerged, a brown bag in hand, joining the other two with a casual greeting. My heart pounded in my chest; it was going down, and we were going to get these guys. "Jake... Jake," I whispered urgently, breaking our embrace. His eyes met mine, and he immediately understood. Without hesitation, we sprang into action, charging towards the unsuspecting trio.

"NYPD!" Jake's voice boomed, cutting through the tense silence with commanding authority as he brandished his gun. I followed suit, drawing my own weapon, the weight of it familiar and reassuring in my hand. The perps froze, their faces registering shock as they realized they had been caught red-handed.

—xx—

It had been a few days since that night in the alley. With the intel we extracted from the three guys Jake and I caught, we successfully dismantled one of the biggest drug operations in Brooklyn. And to top it off, we managed to nab the ringleader himself. It was a major win for the team and definitely a cause for celebration. So naturally, we found ourselves at Shaw's, ready to toast to our victory.

"To the Nine-Nine," Captain Holt's voice resounded with strength as he lifted his glass high in the center of our circle. "To the Nine-Nine," we all echoed, raising ours in unison. With cheers and the clinking of half-empty glasses, we celebrated our hard work.

"Now disperse," he announced, his tone carrying a hint of warmth. "I want you all to have fun tonight; you deserve it." and with a wave of his hand, he indicated for us to move from our celebratory circle, encouraging us to enjoy the rest of the evening.

With that, I abruptly turned to face the bar, my attention drawn to the array of bottles lining the shelves. Caught off guard by a sudden collision, I stumbled backward, my balance momentarily disrupted. As I blinked in surprise, I found myself locking eyes with Jake, his hands reaching out to steady me by the waist. A rush of warmth flooded through me at the contact, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as our gazes lingered.

"Whoa, sorry about that," I mumbled, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as embarrassment washed over me.

His expression turned sheepish as he offered a tentative smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine warmth. After a brief moment of silence, he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Hey, no worries," he said lightly, a hint of amusement lacing his tone. Raising a hand, he scratched the back of his neck in a self-conscious gesture. "Guess I should've watched where I was going, huh?"

Our eyes remained locked, neither of us willing to be the first to look or moove away. "Well, at least we're not in an alley this time," I blurted out, trying to break the awkwardness with a touch of humor. He chuckled softly, the tension between us easing slightly as we both shared a small laugh.

"Dark alley or not, this was a great case," he said, his tone softening as he spoke. "I loved working with you, and I think we did a great job." His sincerity warmed my heart, and his light squeeze on my side felt like a silent reassurance.

Taking a step back, I broke away from his hold, trying to compose myself. My heart raced with the sudden rush of emotions. "Well... um..." I stammered nervously, my mind scrambling for something coherent to say. "I think we should celebrate. I'll be with Rosa at the bar," I continued, my voice wavering slightly as I awkwardly backed away from where we stood. "I'll see you around, Peralta."

As I approached the bar, Rosa's amused expression was already evident. Her playful tone cut through the air as I settled onto the bar stool beside her.

"What the hell was that?" she quipped.

I offered a weak shrug, attempting to play it cool. "What was what?" my voice slightly shaking as I avoided her knowing gaze.

"Oh, come on," she teased, gesturing toward the table behind her where Peralta and Charles were now seated. "That little dance back there, the eyefucking," she continued.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, no eyes were fucking back there!" I held my finger up in protest, trying to suppress a nervous laugh.

She sighed and took a sip of her drink, her gaze thoughtful. "Man, what the hell happened on the stakeout? You guys have been so weird…the glances, the lingering touches..."

"Hey, we have been doing none of that," I lied, attempting to deflect Rosa's probing with a forced casualness. Deep down, I knew she wasn't the only one who noticed. Despite being preoccupied with the bust operation for the past few days, I couldn't ignore the subtle shifts in Jake's behavior around me. He looked at me more often than usual, sat closer, and his touches lingered longer. I understood it all too well. I wasn't oblivious. We shared a kiss, and it wasn't just any kiss. There was something there—something I couldn't shake off.

"Bullshit," she retorted, "I mean, I understand tuning Boyle out when he talks, but Jake is literally not listening to a single word."

I glanced from my drink to the booth where Jake sat, slumped against the leather cushions with his legs spread out. He appeared relaxed, toying with his whisley glass that sat on his thigh. His gaze was already on me, peeking through his lowered eyebrows.

Our eyes met, and in that moment, I found myself unable to look away from him, captivated by the intensity of his gaze. What the hell was this man doing to me? It was as if every fiber of my being was drawn to him, despite my best efforts to resist.

"See, you're doing it again!" Rosa exclaimed loudly, her voice cutting through the chatter of the bar.

I immediately shook my head, laughing nervously. "Oh my god! Doing what, Diaz?" I turned toward the bar, signaling for another round of drinks, hoping to distract both of us from the uncomfortable topic.

She raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening as she leaned in closer. "The. Eye. Fucking," she punctuated each word.

"Rosa! No!" I exclaimed, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "No eyefucking going on," I added quickly, hoping to put an end to the teasing before it went any further.

"I know you kissed him," she said casually, her tone soft but firm, leaving no room for denial.

"What? No, that's not true!" My voice probably went up an octave, betraying my attempt at denial.

Rosa didn't waver, analyzing my reaction with a knowing look that seemed to cut straight through me.

"Fuck," I shook my head, looking to the side in resignation. "Okay, fine, I did, but it was only for the mission," I admitted reluctantly.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Sure, sure, just for the mission."

"Oh, shut up," I lightly smacked her arm, playfully annoyed. "Who told you anyway?"

"Let's just say I have my sources,", a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Diaz!" I threatened, pointing my finger at her. "Spill it now or else!" My tone was half-joking, but there was a hint of determination in my eyes.

"Okay, okay," she conceded, raising her hands in defense. "It was Boyle."

"Boyle knows?" My eyes widened with shock. If Boyle knew, then everyone knew.

"Yeah, apparently Jake was glowing," she confirmed, "All smiles, couldn't stop grinning like a kid in a candy store." She took another sip of her drink, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "So Boyle insisted, and eventually, he spilled the beans."

"Man, that's so embarrassing," I groaned, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks as I buried my face in my hands.

"Why?" Rosa regarded me with a serious expression.

"Well, because, you know... it's Jake," I mumbled, struggling to find the right words. "I don't want to... to..."

She held knowing look in her eyes, like she could read my thoughts, "To what?"

"Well, you know... be with him... I don't want that," Despite my attempt at denial, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that I wasn't convincing anyone, not even myself, that I didn't want Jake.

"Man, it's obvious you guys want to be with each other; just go for it," she said with a shrug, her tone matter-of-fact. "I mean, he's still eyefucking you across the room," she added, gesturing once again in Jake's direction, her point crystal clear.

"He is, isn't he?" I lightly smacked my forehead, as if to hide my face, letting out a chuckle. I felt a sense of relief wash over me; deep down, I knew she had a point.

Glancing over to Jake, it seemed like he hadn't moved an inch since I last looked at him.

"He's not the most subtle," she said, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

I pondered for a moment as I swirled my drink. Well, if Jake was willing to put himself out there to show his interest so openly, then maybe I should do the same. Maybe it was time to stop dancing around each other and just go for it.

"I have to fuck him, don't I?" I quipped with a smile, my voice low and filled with a hint of mischief.

Rosa burst into laughter at my bold declaration, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "Well, you don't have to, you know?" she replied between giggles, shaking her head at my blunt honesty.

I finished my drink and set the glass down with a determined nod. "I think I do," I admitted, my voice firm and resolute.

Rosa grinned approvingly. "That's my girl," she said with a proud nod.

"See you tomorrow, Diaz!" I said, giving her shoulder a friendly pat as I left the stool and made my way towards his table.

As I approached, Jake supported a knowing smile, his gaze unwavering from mine, completely focused on me, completely tuning out the random story Boyle was spewing about.

"Hey guys," I announced as I reached the table, "I'm not feeling really well," I admitted, but my tone lacked any hint of tiredness or distress making Jake's eyebrows perk up at my unconvincing excuse. "So I'll just head home, I think I can still catch the last train." It was a statement crafted with a specific purpose in mind—a subtle cue for Jake to follow me. So, I waited for the response I knew was coming, and Jake didn't disappoint.

Quickly drowning his drink, he stood up from his seat. 'No, no, train, come on!' His fingers motioned in an approaching gesture. 'I'll take you home.'"

"Oh…But!" Boyle exclaimed, "But you said you'd take me home…"

We stood in silence for a moment and watched as Boyle's expression shifted from confusion to realization in an instant. Standing up from his seat, he enveloped Jake in a bear hug, practically lifting him off the ground in his excitement. "You know what? It´s a great night! I guess I'll take a stroll along the river," he exclaimed cheerfully, patting Jake on the back before waving us goodbye.

The car ride had been silent so far, the only sounds filling the air were the gentle hum of the engine and the soft background music playing from the radio. Despite the lack of conversation, I couldn't shake the feeling of Jake's eyes on me, his scrutiny palpable, and I was keenly aware of the warmth creeping up my neck. Glancing over, I found Jake stealing glances in my direction, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Eyes on the road, Detective," I said, my finger lightly pushing his chin in the direction of the road, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

His grin widened, but he quickly turned his attention back to the task at hand, his fingers tapping lightly on the weel. "So, you weren't feeling well, huh?" Jake quipped, "Must be that sudden wave of 'I-can't-resist-Jake syndrome,' huh?"

Raising an eyebrow, I turned in my seat to face him slightly. "Oh, you think you're so funny, don't you?"

"It's a burden, really," he added with an exaggerated sigh. "Having to be this funny all the time,"

"Sometimes I wonder if you're compensating for something with all that humor."

"Oh, please, like you're not secretly enjoying every moment of it." He let his head fall back sligthy as he let out a troathy chuckle. "I couldn't help but notice how your eyes kept wandering over to me tonight. Got a little crush, Y/n?"

"Please, Peralta, don't flatter yourself. I was just admiring the artwork on the walls" I remarked with a sly smile as I leaned closer, my arm resting behind his seat and my breath brushing against his cheek. "You, on the other hand, were really pushing it out there. I mean, could you have been more obvious?"

"Oh, come on," he glanced over at me. "You can't fool me with that excuse. I know you were totally checking me out."

"Maybe…" I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, a playful glint in my eyes.

"Of course you were," he replied, his hand moving from the steering wheel to rest lightly on my thigh. "And can you blame yourself? Of course not. I mean, look at me."

"Please, Peralta, you're not that irresistible." I scoffed while looking down at his hand, trying to maintain my composure despite the growing warmth between my legs.

"Oh, I beg to differ," he murmured as his fingers now traced gentle circles on my thigh, "Admit it, Y/N. You've been dying for me to touch you like this."

My breath caught in my throat, and I simply let out a chuckle as I slumped back against my seat. "You're trouble, you know that?" I shook my head, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in my tone, as I let my gaze drift out the window.The familiar facade of my building stood tall against the city skyline as the car gently came to a stop.

"Yeah, guilty as charged," he murmured as we stepped out onto the sidewalk.

With a coy smile, I glanced back over my shoulder. "You know that if you're guilty of something, you shouldn't be confessing your crimes to a cop."

"Well, lucky for me, Detective, you've been off the clock for..." He glanced at his watch as he trailed closely behind me, "...3 hours and 38 minutes now.

"I might be off the clock, but I can still cuff you, Peralta," I said, tapping the handcuffs at my waist.

As I turned the key and my fingers fumbled with the locks I heard him inching closer. I could feel the warmth of his body as he pressed against my back, with gentle precision, he lowered his head, and I felt his breath grazing the nape of my neck.

"Me, in cuffs, at your mercy?" His lips brushed against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Oh, but wouldn't that be the highlight of your night?" His voice was low and filled with playful suggestion.

With a soft laugh, I finally managed to open the door, turning to face him, my heart pounding with anticipation. "Are you projecting, Peralta?" I countered as I met his gaze, slowly backing away, inviting him in as he approached me at the entryway.

He quickly stepped in, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The room felt suddenly smaller, warmer, with just the two of us. As he reached me, he circled his arms around my waist, pulling me closer "Mehh, maybe just a little,". His fingers deftly undid the zipper of my leather jacket, and his eyes didn't tear away from my chest.

"Like what you see, Peralta?" I quipped, letting my hands meet his own on his chest.

"Yeah," he chuckled as he leaned in to press a kiss on my collarbone. "You changed your curtains, didn't you?" He added playfully, his breath warm against my skin.

"Oh yeah?" I slowly started undoing the buttons on his shirt. "I can't believe you´d noticed that."

As we reached the sofa, his hands guided my jacket off, the leather slipping down my arms with a subtle force. Our eyes remained locked as the leather pooled at my feet.

I gestured with a tilt of my head for him to take a seat, and with grin he complied, his fingers skillfully undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt. I couldn't help but admire the way his muscles flexed under the fabric as he discarded it to the side. Then he eased onto the sofa, spreading his legs and letting his arms rest casually on the back of it, lightly tilting his head back.

As I removed my pants, he drew in a deep breath, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on me. Straddling him, I rested my hands on his shoulders, sensing his firm grip on the back of my thighs for stability. With my knees on either side of him, I gradually eased myself onto his lap, the heat of his chest pressing against mine, still covered by the random top I threw on this morning.

"No perps today?" he joked, his hands settling on my ass while his nose lightly brushed against my chest, inhaling my scent. "I kind of enjoyed the audience."

I shook my head as I leaned down to grab his chin, urging him to meet my gaze. "Just you and me, Jake," I murmured against his lips. "What do you think?"

"Well, Y/n," he whispered, "I think you should really kiss me."

"Yeah, I should," I nodded, but just as our lips were about to meet, I pulled back slightly. "Or maybe I'll just leave you hanging," I teased as I leaned back, keeping him at arm's length.

Jake's eyes widened in surprise. "You're playing dirty now, huh?" His hands cupped my flesh forcefully as he pulled me forward, spreading my cheeks slightly and pressing me against him. The sudden movement elicited a gasp from my lips, feeling the subtle grind of his crotch against mine. A soft moan escaped me as I surrendered to the satisfying friction rocking my hips against his bulge.

"Maybe," I teased once again, leaning in close before pulling back again. I intensified the grind of my hips as his hands moved to my shoulders, sliding the straps of my top down, the fabric gathering around my stomach, exposing more of my skin to his hungry gaze.

"You're killing me here," he protested as his fingers traced the delicate lacy edges of my bra.

"Oh, but where's the fun in making it easy for you?"

As his head fell back against the sofa, a deep exhale escaped him, a mix of frustration and pleasure. Seizing the opportunity, I pressed my lips against his neck, relishing the shudder that ran through him, accompanied by a low sigh of pleasure. My hand lightly closed against his throat, keeping him in place as I continued to kiss upward, tracing the line of his jaw with eager lips.

"You're driving me insane," he growled, his voice thick with need. Grabbing me by the nape of my neck, he pulled me into a kiss.

As our bodies pressed together, he skillfully unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts to his eager touch. His mouth descended upon my right nipple, and as he sucked and nibbled, I couldn't help but grind against him with more force.

I tugged on the hairs at the back of his head, urging him closer, craving more of his touch. His fingers trailed down my abdomen, teasing the hem of my panties before boldly slipping beneath them.

I gasped as his cold fingers met my warm skin. "Fuck, Jake," I breathed out, my voice trembling with desire.

"Oh, my name sounds so good when you say it like that," he confessed, his fingers moving slowly against my clit. My head rested on his shoulder, and his fingers continued to explore my soaked folds, "Yeah, just like that, doing so well," he praised as he lightly brushed my entrance, slowly dipping his middle finger inside of me.

With a desperate urgency, I moved my hands to his sides, tugging at the belt loops of his jeans. "Off, off," I managed to say.

He nudged his hips forward, lowering his jeans and boxers just enough for his cock to spring out. I immediately took him in my hand, stroking him lightly as a pornographic moan escaped his lips.

His hand then moved my panties to the side, allowing me to guide him against my clit before lining him with my entrance. Slowly, I lowered myself on to him, feeling every inch of him stretching me as he filled me completely.

His right hand met the back of my neck once again, pulling me into a kiss, as his left cupped my ass with force, aiding me with the up and down movement of my hips.

God, you feel incredible," he groaned against my lips, his voice husky with desire.

With a breathless laugh, I whispered back, "You're not so bad yourself."

A playful chuckle escaped him "Always got something to say, don't you?" He teased, his hips rising to meet mine with eager intensity.

My head fell back, overcome with pleasure, as the familiar coil of ecstasy began to build in the depths of my stomach. "Fuck, don´t stop.". His movements remained steady, his hand reaching out to play with my clit, intensifying the pleasure coursing through my body. "God, Jake... it's... it's too much," I gasped, desperation evident in my voice as my hands clung to his shoulders and arms for support.

"Oh, I can't fucking last with you sounding like that," he admitted, letting his forehead rest against mine.

"Then don't," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the sounds of our heavy breathing and the pounding of flesh. His pace quickened, pushing me closer as I arched my back. "I´m cumming.. Oh.. Fuck"

A moan escaped his lips as he watched me with intensity, his eyes tracing every contortion of my face as pleasure surged through me. I felt the wave of bliss crash over me, my body trembling with the force of my release.

In that moment, I could tell he couldn't hold back any longer. "Do it," I urged, locking my gaze with his and giving him a reassuring look.

"You sure?" His eyes searched mine, seeking reassurance.

I nI nodded eagerly, feeling my body tremble as I sensed him pulsating inside of me. The sensation of him nearing his climax, his moans reverberating through the room, was intoxicating and overwhelming in the most delicious way imaginable. As he released into me, I let out a satisfied sigh, capturing his lips once again.

We remained intertwined, his arms wrapped around me protectively, as his cock still throbbed gently inside me. His fingers traced soothing patterns on the small of my back, and I nestled closer to him as his lips found their way to my forehead, planting a tender kiss.

"You know? I hate when you´re right," I whispered, my voice soft against his skin.

"About what in particular?" He chuckled.

I smiled against his neck, feeling a warmth spread through me. "About... this," I confessed, lifting my head slightly to meet his gaze. "That I'd been missing out."

"Well, lucky for you, Y/n, we still have plenty of time to catch up,"

--XX--

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You're dead to me [6]

dad!Jake Sully x human!daughter!reader

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?

warning: english isn't my first language, barely proofread, i lowkey don't like this chap but it's cute, fluff and angst, silly siblings, sad Jake.

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Your flight back to high camp was amazing. Walking through the forest was something enchanting, out of a fairy tale, but the view from above was something so unrealistic. Colors of green, pink, and blue covered the ground beneath you, and the way the animals climbed the trees or flew just under you. You still couldn't believe where you were. You let go of the reins Neteyam told you to hold and you slightly get up from your seat, holding your body up as you tried to get a better view of everything around you. Neteyam frantically holds onto your arm, "sit down! You're going to fall!"

"As if you would let me fall, who will take care of my younger brother then?" You playfully hit him in the chest with your elbow. Lo'ak then came gliding next to the two of you, "bro! Did you already think of the excuse you're giving mom and dad by being late and bringing (Y/N) with us?" Neteyam groans in response, "I will think of something as an excuse. We are going to hide her in high camp until tomorrow morning by then." You huffed at his words, "hide me in high camp? What are you going to put me in? In a fucking woven bag?!" Lo'ak answered your question as a matter of fact, "I mean, you would easily fit in the bag?" You were ready to jump from Neteyam's Ikran right onto Loak's Ikran, ready to pounce on him. He might be your much younger brother, but you weren't afraid to fight the Na'vi right there and then. "Sis please!" Neteyam wraps his arm around your waist to pull you down, keeping you in place. Even though you were older than them, you had childish traits he thought you wouldn't have. Is this the effect of growing up early and finally feeling free? Would he get to experience that too one day?

As they approached high camp, the horns were heard through the night skies to notify the clan of a return, their return. Kiri facepalmed and looked at Neteyam, "well, there goes your plan. Ready to face the wrath?" His spine shuddered at the question, imagining the wrath of his mother if they took their sister to the clan, but they didn't have another choice now, did they? They couldn't leave you alone out in the open and you were supposed to get here tomorrow anyway, so might as well make you settle down, right? The three Ikrans land right at the opening of the mountains and your four Na'vi siblings climb off it with ease, meanwhile you struggle to get off the animal. You never rode a horse before, imagine a banshee ten times the size. Alright, maybe that was an exaggeration, but the banshees were huge compared to your human self. You huffed in embarrassment as you had a hard time getting off. You were one of the finest warriors and embarrassing yourself in front of a whole clan wasn't on your bucket list, definitely not. Neteyam held your legs as helped you down and you silently thanked him for doing so. The clan surrounded the five of you, standing in a half circle as they stared at you, either with curiosity or weariness. You felt watched, but not in a good way. You were a sky human after all, demon blood in their eyes. Neteyam stepped in front of you, half-shielding you from the prying eyes of his clan, "mawey Na'vi, mawey!" His chest puffed out as he spoke, shoulders broad. You watched him in awe. He was still a child, yet a fine warrior and respected by all. He would be such a good Olo'eyktan. The Na'vi made way as the Tsahik and her daughter passed through, moving to the front with ease as the clan parted like the red sea. You moved away from behind Neteyam, now standing right next to him as you brought your hand to your forehead, "Oel Ngati Kameie." You greeted Mo'at and Neytiri with respect once they were right in front of the crowd.

"I already expected your arrival, (Y/N) Sully." You're shocked that the Tsahik herself announced the news, just like that. The clan started whispering amongst themselves at the mention of the Olo'eyktan's last name and you felt yourself crumbling through the ground. Even Neytiri, your stepmother (?), looked surprised. You didn't know if that surprised expression was meant for the fact her mother announced it or the fact you're her mate's daughter. "I'm- thank you for having me." You bowed your head to show your gratitude, then your gaze traveled to Neytiri. She was already looking at you with those yellow eyes that had so much emotion hidden in them. You felt like she had a lot to say and you felt the same. "My people, mawey. Welcome (Y/N) Sully, daughter of the Olo'eyktan like she's one of our people. She's here to protect us from the dangerous sky demons." Mo'at had her back turned to you as she spoke to her people, emphasizing the fact that you're Jake Sully's child. If she did this to keep you safe, you are in debt to her. Yet, wouldn't something like this make it more complicated? Since you emotionally disowned him as your father? You did, right? You're getting pulled out of your thoughts by a hand harshly wrapping around your wrist. Your head turned to the person in front of you, it was Neytiri. She didn't say anything as she pulled you away from the crowd. Your breath hitched in your mask as you grew nervous, but you didn't complain. She didn't rip your head off, so she wanted to talk to you, right? Tuk looked after you as her mother pulled you away. She looked over at her big brother as she tugged his loincloth, "what is happening?" Tuk was still young, she didn't understand anything that was happening. "It's okay, Tuk! Let's get some food" Lo'ak patted her head, his hands running through her locks. Kiri nodded in agreement, taking Tuk's hand and pulling her to the fire to get their dinner. Neteyam looked after you as his mom and his sister entered their pod, hoping things wouldn't turn more complicated for you.

"Ma'am, what did you want to talk about?" You asked politely once you entered the pod, yet still tried to push her to get to the point. You still remembered how she acted when you taunted your father for questioning his parenting. Neytiri closed the flap of the entrance as she turned to you, cautiously walking over to you. Once she was close enough, she got on her knees for the height difference to not be too intimidating as she spoke, "You're my mate's daughter." You didn't know if it was a question or an extra form of confirmation, but you nodded your head yes. "And you're human." You nodded your head again. "I don't like you, you reek of demon blood." You rolled your eyes. You had to see that one coming."But tell me, child." Your head tilted to the side as you watched her in confusion. Tell her? Tell her what exactly? Neytiri could sense your confusion, so she continued explaining, "what happened, child. Tell your part." You knew it was a demand, yet you couldn't sense a lot of grudges. Her tone was stern and demanding, but not hateful. It was the voice of a wise woman, a wise mother. You decided to make yourself comfortable: taking a seat, sitting your butt on the soft woven carpets as you leaned against the wooden wall. "He was an amazing dad. He didn't see himself as it, but he tried. He tried for me and that's what made him amazing." You fiddled with your mask as you didn't know where to keep your hands, obviously nervous about telling Neytiri about all this. She nodded in understanding, taking a seat as well as she kept quiet to let you continue at your own pace. "Then he left so suddenly and he never returned. I had to hear from the people around me where he went. I waited for years and eventually gave up." Your hands were now lying in your lap as you moved your legs in a cross-legged position, much more comfortable than your last one, "until this day, I hold a grudge against him. He abandoned me, so I am giving him a taste of his own medicine." You didn't notice that your eyes were once again welling up with tears. Your left hand moved towards your mask to try and push it closer towards your face in an attempt to hide. Thank Eywa the mask wasn't transparent. Neytiri leaned towards you, even though she was very weary of you, she awkwardly extended her arm towards you to wipe your tears. Only for a few seconds as she pulled her hand away quickly, but your eyes still widened at the gesture, not knowing how to feel about all this, "you're a strong child with a strong heart, for a sky demon." She then got up and out of the pod. Now that you were finally alone, you once again got lost in your thoughts as you thought about your father.

Once Jake left to Eywa-knows-where, she turned to the backdoor of the pod, "I know you're there. All of you." Neteyam was the first to walk out with his ears flat against his head, followed by Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk. She looked at her children with a sigh as they all held a guilty yet innocent facade up. "If she's dad's daughter, our sister.. would you hate her?" Lo'ak was the first to speak up. Neteyam wanted to honestly hit him on the back of his head for asking questions like that, but he continued, "she's putting her life in danger for us, therefore she's not so bad right? Dad would have wanted you to try if she's his." Those words hit Neytiri like a truck. Even if she hated sky demons, her mate used to be one and he changed a lot in just a few weeks. Why not her? Being the adorable girl that Tuk is, she chimed into the conversation, "Mom I want to meet her! Can I meet her? Another sibling yay!" Neytiri's canines pierced through her bottom lip as she thought. She still disliked you, also because you were a sky demon. She was conflicted with her feelings, but then she thought about Jake's sad expression. She would be willing to try, for him. Just like how he always tried for her.

From the corner of his eye, Lo'ak noticed how his mother left the pod, meaning you were alone now. At the same time, a horn went off, indicating an arrival. All their heads turned to the opening of the mountain, noticing a familiar ikran about to land. Their father. The four siblings exchanged a look and Neteyam spoke up, "Kiri get some fruits for her and get her away from there. Tuk, Lo'ak, and I will take care of dad. Go!" Kiri followed his orders as she ran to get some leftovers for you to eat, meanwhile, Neteyam immediately went to his father. Lo'ak crouched down to his youngest sibling, "Okay, so don't say anything about sis (Y/N) alright? Dad can't know yet, alright?" Tuk didn't really understand what he meant, but she just nodded as a response, "yes!"

"Sister (Y/N)?" You removed your face from your knees as you were sitting with your knees to your chest, "Oh Kiri, what's wrong?" She walked towards you with a bunch of fruits in her arms, "I got these for you." You chuckled at the small gesture, "thank you so much, but I hope you know I can't eat all that." She looked at the fruits in her arms, "I mean, rather too much than not enough, right? Come on, let's go to the Tsahik." It looked like she was in a rush and you raised your eyebrows at her, "Kiri, what's up? You look tense?" You got up from the ground. "Just follow me!" She already walked out before you could answer her, leaving you all confused and lost. But you obeyed her and followed suit after her.

"My children please just let me be for tonight, I'm tired." Jake wanted to be alone right now. His heart ached in his chest and his eyes were bloodshot red as his tears were drying up. He wanted to find Mo'at and talk to her. "We want to show you something, you must come!" Neteyam never asked something like this of his dad, not since he was ten years old. So this made him feel suspicious. "Yes! Tuk made something so beautiful and she wants to show it, right Tuk!" Lo'ak made up the quickest thing he could think of, eyes gazing down at Tuk who didn't know what to say. She glanced at Neteyam who nodded, so she looked into his eyes with determination, "Yes! You must follow us!"

You sat in Mo'at's tent as Kiri cut up some fruit for you. The moment the two of you entered the tent, she knew that you needed a moment for yourself and left the tent in your hands. You sat on one of the mats as Kiri sat next to you, cutting the fruits up for you to eat. You inhaled into your oxygen mask, letting the oxygen flow through your lungs before you removed the mask, took a piece of freshly cut fruit and popped it in your mouth, reattaching the mask to your mouth to gasp. Kiri watched you in awe as you chewed your food, "that's honestly so cool." She quickly finished up and put her hunter's knife back on her hip. "Eat well and rest up, alright? You got a long day ahead of you tomorrow." "Goodnight and thank you" the two of you exchanged a smile as she left the tent. You continued eating your pieces of fruit in peace, listening to the sound of the clan talking as their laughs filled the air. You popped a fruit in your mouth before reattaching your mask, smiling as you knew you made a good decision. They deserved to be protected.

"What is up with the three of you?" Jake grew frustrated at his children. They were standing in the pod for at least twenty minutes as the three rambled about the most bullshit subjects. "Do you know that I made this flower crown?" "Yes, you told me last week, Tuk." He tried once again to exit the pod, but Neteyam jumped in front of it as he scratched the back of his head, looking at Lo'ak for any other excuse. He was the best at pulling bullshit out of his ass after all. But also Lo'ak was quiet as his ears were pressed firmly against his head. "Well then, if you have nothing to say anymore. I have somewhere to be." His two sons stood there in defeat as they let their dad through, but then Tuk grabbed onto her father's hand, "no you can't!! (Y/N) will be upset if we let you go to her!!" Lo'ak immediately put his hand over Tuk's mouth as Neteyam coughed through that sentence, but unfortunately for them Jake already heard it. To check if he indeed heard that correctly, he crouched down to meet Tuk's gaze, "Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan, remove that hand from your sister. Tuk, what did you say?" Her eyes were now also pressed against her head, knowing she said the wrong thing while trying to help her brothers, "uhm.. I said.." she felt overwhelmed as her dad continued to pressure her into telling, making her lips quiver. That was the point when Lo'ak had enough, "you are a terrible father you know that?!" The young Na'vi exploded as he yelled into his father's face. "You abandoned (Y/N) in the most terrible way possible! And now you suddenly crave forgiveness?! You need to earn that! You can't just go around yelling your 'sorries' while sobbing and not do anything?!" His fists were balled as his ears perked up, his tail standing tall, "she has a right to be upset and instead of sulking around you need to talk to her without the need to use your excuses!" And off he went. If he was a cartoon, the steam would have been leaving his ears. He needed to cool off. Neteyam watched his dad's expression falter, knowing Lo'ak was right with every word he said. He silently told Tuk to come with him, as he raised Tuk in his arms, holding her against his hip. "Did I do something wrong?" "No sweetheart, this needed to be done." And the two left the pod, leaving Jake all on his own as he stood still like a statue, painful breaths leaving his lips. He thought it was impossible, but more tears rolled down. Then he remembered Tuk's words. You're here, his daughter is here.

And he knew exactly where to check.

Jake moved from healer's tent to healer's tent. He knew that if you were hiding somewhere, it was somewhere in this area, the healing tents. He swiftly moved from tent to tent in search of your small frame. He eventually got to the biggest tent right in the middle, Mo'ats tent. He ripped the flap open and there you were, sleeping peacefully with the mask on your face to keep you alive. The skin under your eyes were stained with dried tears and a sob left his lips. "My baby.." he moved inside and closed to flap. He knew you didn't want to see him, especially if you woke up, but Lo'ak was right. He needed to try with all his might now, not with only his excuses and words, but also with his actions to show you that he cared for you, like a father. He quietly sat down next you, taking your small hand in his. You moved a bit in your sleep, making Jake tense in his movements, but then you stopped as you rolled a bit closer towards him, towards the warmth you felt. A genuine smile finally plastered his face, he felt at peace.

For now, he decided to enjoy this moment,

not knowing if it would be the last or not.

A/N: another update!! Hope you enjoyed!! And thank you so much for the followers, almost at 2k is a huge achievement! Tell me what you thought of this part. <3 now I'm gonna go ahead and work on my novella fr.

Taglist in the comments!!

[vivalarevolution]

𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪

Jake Sully x Avatar Reader

A/N: This is not part on any request. I just had sudden wave of inspiration and decided to write something short for Avatar. Hope that ones who will read it have fun with it.

Please remember english is not my native language , so be aware of any mistakes. Work contains smut , minors do not interact.

Part 2

He didn't know when everything around him fell quiet.

His thoughts focused on the woman in front of him. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she smiled.

He wasn't even sure when she stopped in place, only turning her head towards him to see why he suddenly fell silent.

-Are you okay Jake? - she asked looking at him carefully - Have you been blinded by my beauty so much? - she asked after a while with a malicious smile, tickling his leg with her tail.

Yes, he wanted to say. But at the last moment he stopped himself, lowering his head slightly downwards.

-You wish - he said as he walked past her.

Y/n followed him with her eyes, cautiously following his movements before moving herself, going past the man to go first again.

-I’m not the one who has been looking at me for a long time - she noticed softly, giggling after a while when her golden irises noticed the embarrassment on Sully's face - Don't worry, I won't tell anyone - she added, mimicking a locking motion on her mouth.

-I honestly don't care if you tell anyone - he confessed, imperceptibly approaching her.

-Oh, and why? Aren't you afraid that after this no woman from the tribe will want you? - she asked, teasingly - Now that we can choose a mate, I wouldn't jump from one flower to another if I were in your place.

-I already know which woman I want - he said without breaking their eye contact even for a moment.

-And does she know it? - Y/n wondered, tilting her head up to get a full look at the avatar's face.

-I believe so, but she loves to make my life difficult - he replied, hesitantly brushing away a lost strand of her hair with his hand.

-We can't Jake - she stated, turning her head away from him.

-And why not? - he asked, placing his hands on her neck so he could guide her jaw with his fingers, which he pointed back at him. - We have the right to do this, so why not Y/n? Explain this to me.

-We're not Na'vi, Jake - she began, frowning in irritation - Feelings are something more powerful here. They're important, they're long-lasting. What happens when we get back to our bodies, what then, hmm? We'll act like nothing happened while in Omaticay's eyes we'll be a married couple, one body and one soul - she explained, touching the skin under which his heart was.

The man took her hand and, lifting it, he kissed her knuckles.

-Is it really that bad? - he asked tenderly - Here or there, my decision will be the same - he announced, looking for hesitation in her eyes - What is yours?

-My mind tells me it's going to end badly - she replied, looking down.

-And what your heart says? - he asked.

-My heart...my heart says I need you. I need you by my side - she confessed.

-You have me - Jake replied almost immediately, his lips gliding over her blue face, marking with kisses every patch of skin exposed to him.

Y/n closed her eyes allowing the man to make every move, running her hands through his body herself, stopping at the nape of his neck at the border of his hair, which she caught between her slender fingers, pulling again and again as his mouth got closer to hers.

Finally Sully connected their lips in a slow and sensual kiss, so gentle that the young woman could compare the feeling to the touch of butterfly wings.

Her legs finally gave out, causing the avatar to grab her around the waist, carefully sinking to the ground with her, not interrupting their shared caress.

Every touch, every kiss and every embrace was like hot metal, leaving its mark on their bodies. However, when Y/n felt the touch on her braid, her intoxication faded. Opening her eyes, she watched Jake lift it up, guiding it towards him with the other hand taking his and binding them together.

Y/n's entire body trembled, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Her insides were overcome by an uncontrollable wave of warmth and pleasure and before she had time to think she was rubbing against the black-haired man like a cat, and when he moved her body, placing her on his lap, she began to moan softly, clinging to his arms like a last resort, too absorbed to noticing Sully marking her neck with wet kisses.

The next feeling the avatar experienced was the feeling of wet earth beneath her back. The man laid her down, slowly straightening up so he could look at the woman beneath him. She lay with her palms up while the violet light from the trees fell on her beautiful face. Her hair was scattered like halo around her head, and her yellow eyes were clouded with lust.

Unable to stop himself, Jake went back to molting her smooth body, tracing his way from the hollow of her neck, through her bare shoulders, the valley between her breasts, and her belly, feeling the Y/n muscles tense and unclench under his tongue. With a large hand, he grabbed the small fabric that covered her breasts, attacking them when his hand showed only a small piece of newly discovered skin.

She grabbed his hair, making sure the braids didn't separate under the sudden movements she made, writhing under Sully's body like a possessed woman. But when she spread her legs, pushing her pelvis into him in a suggestive way, he stopped again, looking at her with a question in his eyes.

-Are you sure? - he asked in a low voice full of the desire he was holding back.

-We've already done something that is considered sacred - she noted - Might as well go all the way - she admitted, her thumbs stroking his cheekbones - Unless you don't want to.

Jake wanted to laugh. How could he not want it when the woman he loved so much lay beneath him, moaning and whimpering, demanding his attention.

-There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you - he replied, lifting her body up so that she was sitting comfortably on his thighs, and she spread her legs so that her knees lay on either side of his hips.

-That doesn't answer my question - she muttered like a spoiled child, leaning against the man's torso.

-I know it do, you just want to finish me off - he said, kissing her forehead.

-Hmm...- she whispered, after a while moaning loudly, feeling how he enters her slowly, stretching her from the inside.

Their heads began to rub against each other as the feeling of euphoria flooded them harder and harder as their bodies merged into one. One they both realized. Now they were one body, one heart, one mind, one soul.

-Jake - Y/n whimpered into his ear, pulling his body as close as possible, even though there was no space between them.

-I'm here, I am - he whispered into her hair, moving his loins with her.

The couple sank into each other even more if that was possible. Every touch, kiss, or tighter grip of the skin they felt on each other and it was the best feeling imaginable. Neither wanted the moment to end, desperately trying to prolong it with each thrust and each clench.

Everything around them lost its importance, even when nature itself, seeing their actions, surrounded them with a safe coat, allowing the lovers to fully devote themselves to their feelings.

They made love for hours, never feeling the need to stop. Their hands, tongues and mouths wandered as their hips moved in an intimate dance.

Only the bright light falling on their faces and the unexpected fatigue coming in huge amounts made the two bodies separate from each other. However, not souls, not hearts, no ,these were connected. Now and forever.

[malarign]

butterflies (pt. 2)

(how they would get butterflies)

contains: bf!hyungline x fem!reader (individually) | genre: fluff | tw! mentions of making out and other intimate situations (nothing serious and explicit though!) | wc: 0,6k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: this is somehow part two of Butterflies (how they would give you butterflies), be sure to check it out!

Lee Heeseung | 이희승

➶ when you compliment him *ೃ༄

it could be something short like “you look good today”

or “you smell really nice”

or maybe something longer, almost like a confession

all he knows is that he has to cover his ears bc they’re totally red right now

idk what he expects though?? man is good at everything he does

so you tend to remind him about that once in a while

his response to that is always the same

which is looking down at the floor or his shoes and smiling shyly

please he’s so cute

➶ when you play with his hair *ೃ༄

or any head-related touch like head pats

scratching or massaging his scalp

brushing through his locks

or tangling your fingers in them while you two make out

it’s basic, it’s cliche but man,,, how it makes him feel

the moment your hand lands on his head he’s on cloud nine

Park Jongseong | 박종성

➶ when you whisper into his ear *ೃ༄

idk it’s just something about him

i feel that soft sound like your whisper makes his body tingle

the place doesn’t matter tbh

it could be you whispering while he has a break in his practice

or when you’re alone and you just tell him sweet nothings

he just sits and listens to your sweet voice with his eyes closed

feels dazed whenever your hot breath hits his skin

➶ when you grab his arm *ೃ༄

okay specifically not hand, hand is too basic for this man

but when you hold his arm

please he’s lost, doesn’t know what’s going on

add a little squeeze on his bicep and not only his heart jumps out of his chest

but also his ego is bigger than ever

innocent acts like this just make him want to protect you (i’m not crying)

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

➶ when you initiate any form of intimacy *ೃ༄

usually, it’s he who starts any make-out and cuddling sessions

so he’s just stunned whenever you initiate it

bonus points if you take initiative by sitting on his lap and holding him in one place by doing that

so what if he could easily take it away from you

but why would he?

plus he would be so giggly, humming in content at the smallest contact

➶ when you address him by his name *ೃ༄

i mean it’s jake, of course he is master in making weird but cute nicknames to you

but whenever he hears his name coming out of your lips?

he’s gone

he just thinks that the way you say it is the most adorable thing you do

especially when you call him a cute form of his name, either english or korean one

he would anything and everything for you as soon as he hears “yunie” or “jakey”

probably would get teased by others, but doesn’t really care ✋

Park Sunghoon | 박성훈

➶ when you pay attention to him *ೃ༄

this man would be just as whipped for you as jake, but silently

he can swear his heart jumps out of his chest whenever you attently listen to him and his worries

especially that he is always the one to notice small details about his close ones

like the sight of you nodding looking straight into his eyes makes him kinda intimidated

whenever you remembered a small fact about him, like his new favorite ice cream flavour

or his new favorite movie

just show interest in any detail about him and he’s gone

our big boy just loves small gestures

➶ holding eye contact with him *ೃ༄

we all know he’s really bad at holding eye contact

likes to think he’s the one who’s more intimidating

but honestly whenever you look straight into his eyes for a little longer than usually

he can’t help but look away pursing his lips together into a thin line

even when it’s been a while of your relationship

he smiles whenever you’re staring at him, feeling a little less shy comparing to the beggining

but still blush tints his cheek tying a knot in his stomach

thank you for reading! back to the masterlist

[asimpwithfreetime]

Mr. Steal your girl (Tsu’tey x fem!reader / Jake Sully x Neytiri)

Summary: Tsu’tey tries to make Jake mad by dating his mate (He doesn’t know that you are not Jake’s human mate but his sister)

This fic is way looooonger than I expected.

Kind of a fluffy one-shot

Warnings: none I could think of.

Let’s pretend that Tsu’tey didn’t die, okay?

Also, I wrote this at 6 am in the morning and I have to wake up at seven, this might be the longest sleep deprived rant I’ve done.

English is not my first language

[ Reader’s POV ]

Jake has been acting strange since he became an avatar user, he barely sleeps o eats. He is always with Dr. Grace talking about Na’vis and their culture. I’ve also heard him talk about a woman, Neytiri I think.

Sometimes I wish I could go have adventures with him, running around Pandora freely. Not being small enough to be eaten by almost EVERYTHING.

Once the war with the sky people, no longer our workmates, started, I chose to fight on the side of the Na’vis, even though, none of them knew me.

I got injured during the battle. My brother, in his avatar form, picked me up, biding goodbye to his mate and bringing me back to our base to let Norm patch me up. I almost didn’t notice the freezing cold gaze that fell upon me.

[ Tsu’tey’s POV ]

So the demon with a fake body already had a mate with the sky people. She looks extremely weak. And he just PICKED HER UP in such a loving and caring way!? In front of Neytiri, as if nothing was wrong.

I walked towards Neytiri, but she didn’t seem upset. Okay, I’ll need to figure this out.

[ Few days after ]

[ Y/n’ POV ]

I was almost cured enough to go outside again. Even if I needed an oxygen mask to breath outside, it felt so freeing to see Pandora.

I didn’t want to wait any longer, so when Jake and Norm were distracted, I went out, into the forest. At first, I felt lost, but soon I found my way around it. Nature was beautiful here and we had stopped its destruction.

Stepping though the forest, I found a small lake and I walked up to it to see my reflexion. Standing closely to it I could see myself, but when I looked closely I could see the tree branches. In one of them there was a Na’vi, his bow was prepared to shoot me and he didn’t seem very happy.

[ Tsu’tey’s POV ]

I thought all humans were forced to leave the other day, except for some of Jakesully’s friends. I didn’t see any human women between them. I MUST kill her.

I followed her around the forest, I tried to be as silent as possible. She looked weak. Suddenly I remembered myself thinking the exact same thing. THIS IS JAKESULLY’S MATE. He didn’t show her to us because he wanted her all for himself while still having Neytiri. That bastard!

If I killed her, Jakesully would have to tell the truth right? Or maybe he would get so mad he would go back to his stupid dying planet.

I prepared my bow, pointing the arrow directly at her. She was so relaxed here, she wouldn’t expect this. But, she was looking into a lake, I couldn’t see it properly but I knew something was up when she tensed up. She turned around looking directly at me. For a split of a second I felt bad. I looked at her, her face soft and beautiful. Wait! Did I just though this human piece of meat was beautiful?

I tensed my bow a little bit more to scare her. She pulled her hands up in the air and said “Don’t kill me please!”. I thought about it. She was so weak she didn’t seem like a problem. But she was still Jakesully’s mate.

My mind raced, maybe Jake was being unfaithful to both of them and she wasn’t the one to fault. I brought my bow down and jumped from the tree. She was so small compared to me. From up close I could she her poor body shaking while she looked at me with a pleading look en her eyes.

When we were close enough I said, trying to sound strong even though my accent was not very good. “I am not going to kill you, sky demon”. She looked at me, still doubting it. I was about to tell her to go off to her base and never come back here, but an idea crossed my mind. What if I steal Jakesully’s mate?

Mine died, then her parents promised me Neytiri, I did like her, even though she wasn’t my real mate. Then Jakesully had to come and ruin it, once again sky people broke my chances of being happy. I almost died in the fight and lost all my privileges I would get for being the clan’s chief. I was degraded just for a sky demon in a Na’vi flesh disguise.

I waited for three and a half years, Jakesully did it in one week. I looked at her when my idea seemed perfect. If a human stole my Na’vi mate, a Na’vi will steal his human mate. Perfect.

Just as I was thinking that, a woodsprite fell onto her head. Was Eywa saying that I should do it? Was Ewya giving me back what’s fair?

I smiled mischievously. The woman looked terrified.

[ Y/n’s POV ]

He was smiling at me just right after he was aiming at me with a bow and arrow. “Are you okay?”

He seemed to snap out if his trance. He pulled his bow and arrow to his side, not shooting it. “Who are you? Why are you here? You weren’t with the scientists that would stay here” his words were accusing, but his accent was adorable, I couldn’t help but giggle to myself.

“I am Y/n. Y/n Sully” his face darkened at the saying of my surname.

[ Tsu’tey’s POV ]

I knew she was his mate. Humans give each other their supernames? Subnames? Sournames? Whatever!

I knew she had to be with him.

[ 3rd Person POV ]

For the next couple of days, Tsu’tey began the Na’vi courting with Y/n. Sometimes she blushed at his advances, something that made him really proud. But other times she was oblivious to them.

Once he was close enough he kissed her, copying how Jake kissed Neytiri. Just with a smaller figure. He had taken off her mask for a second, kissing her roughly. She was red as a tomato.

Tsu’tey should admit that he began doing that to annoy Jakesully and to steal his mate as a revenge. But now he did want to steal her.

[ A month later or so ]

Tsu’tey felt nervous, he didn’t know how the mating would go as they would need help of the Tsa’hìk. He went to look for Jake. “Jake I am going to mate your human mate” he said, in English.

“Tsu’tey, brother, I think you might have messed up the sentence” Jake thought that the Na’vi had said something wrong because of the language.

He repeated the same words, now in Na’vi and Jake was as dumbfounded as before.

“Y/n, I am talking about Y/n” Tsu’tey explained. Jake started laughing. “What’s so funny? I courted her better than you could every imagine” Tsu’tey felt that laugh as a taunt to his pride.

“Y/n isn’t my mate” Jake hollered between laughs. “But she has your sourname!” Tsu’tey said.

“She is my sister!” Jake began laughing again. Tsu’tey felt his face loosing color. He looked dumbfounded. He still loved Y/n but now he felt like a fool.

[aniesvision]

hii anie, I hope you're doing well! 🙏🏻 can I request a johnnie fic where they're going out with friends after a huge fight, the others notice that something is off bc they are different with one another and it's just very angsty but also fluffy? 💞

Other girls (Johnnie G. x f! reader)

warnings: angst, suggestive jokes, crying, drinking, jealousy, I guess that's all!

a/n: heyy, I'm so happy to write my first request, and I just loved the idea!! thank you for sending it, I hope it's good enough 💕 just remembering that english is not my first language so if anything's wrong please correct me 💜

synopsis: basically the request!

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-Are you fucking serious? -I ask, standing from the couch and making my way to his room.

-I said I'm sorry!

Johnnie follows me, watching as I gather my stuff. I was pissed. I've been working hard this last few days and didn't realize spending some days away would result in him talking to another girl non stop to fill the emptiness of my absence. But, he didn't stop talking to her even now that I'm literally right in front of him. I'm not the jealous type, and I know mostly all people he talks to is about business, but I can't deny it stings a little to see him ignoring me to be on his phone talking to another girl.

I don't even respond his apologies, my focus is on getting out of his house and going back to mine. He's just standing by the door, processing what was happening, knowing that arguing with me when I'm like this is the worst the could do. After successfully gathering all my stuff, I give him a look and pass through him straight to the front door.

-We can talk about it later. -I say, in a serious tone, before leaving.

I drive back to my house, collapsing on my bed as soon as I see it. I didn't want to cry, but I was so mad that the tears were inevitable. I knew from the start that being with Johnnie was going to be difficult. He's famous, he's always busy, he's always with girls around and they're all so beautiful, it's so hard not to compare myself. It's so hard to believe that he wants to be with me sometimes, and it hurts me to know that maybe seeing him so entertained talking to someone else might be the beginning of the end.

I waited until the tears stopped to try and talk to him about it. I wanted to feel a little less angry to avoid making things worse. When I pick up my phone, he was already calling me. I sigh, sitting down and wiping the rest of my tears before answering.

-Hello?

-I'm coming over, we don't need to talk, but you promised you'd be there with me and they're all waiting for you.

I furrow my eyebrows, confused, his tone was low and it was clear that he was upset.

-What?

-Jake's birthday. Tonight's Jake's birthday.

My eyes widen when I realize I totally forgot about it. I stand up, one hand holding the phone against my ear and the other searching for an outfit.

-Yeah, sorry, I forgot, I'm getting ready.

I can hear him sighning on the other line, witch makes me even more upset about forgetting it.

-Right. I'll be there in 20.

He hangs up before I could say anything else. I put my phone on my nightstand and focus on getting ready for the night. Deciding on a mini black skirt with some belts and a red and black crop top, I start to decorate my body with some accessories and big black boots to finish the look. Already on my bathroom, I clean my face and try to do some makeup that covered the sadness of my face. I opted to do a simple sharp eyeliner, mascara and some red lipgloss.

After making sure I was ready, I waited for Johnnie. He knocks on my front door a few minutes later and I walk straight to it, meeting him. He didn't even smile, just looked at me up and down and carefully guided me with him to the car. It was awkward and not even the music playing helped me to relax.

As soon as we get there, Johnnie gets out of the car and I do the same, just mimicking his actions. He didn't grab my hand, or wrapped an arm around my waist, nothing. We walk side by side, like we're just friends, and get in the party. I see Jake and Tara and point at their direction so Johnnie would know where I'm going, and he follows me.

Tara is quick to know something's up and immediately hug me, whispering in my ear so the guys wouldn't hear us.

-Hey, what's up?

I give her a small sad smile and she just nods, grabbing my hand and announcing that we were gonna get some shots. She guides me to the bar, asking for two tequilas.

-What's wrong? Wanna talk about it?

She asks, handing me one of the tequilas. We drink it and I shake my head a bit with the feeling of the alcohol burning my throat.

-We had a fight. He's been talking to a girl and I've been a bit distant, but today we were supposed to spend the day together and all he did was stay on his phone talking to someone else.

I explain, sighning and leaning against a wall nearby. Tara nods, rubbing my arm carefully.

-I'm sorry to hear it, babe. But try to talk to him, maybe it's just a misunderstanding.

She hands me a beer that I'm not even sure where it came from, but I accept it, nodding to her advice.

-Yeah, I'll try. Thanks.

She hugs me again, disappearing right after. I drink a few sips of my drink, looking around and trying to find Johnnie. When my eyes finally meet his, he was on the other side of the room, with Jake and two strange girls. I take a deep breath, standing in my place, just watching it from afar. Is it worth it? Is it worth all the pain and insecurity that this relationship gives me? Is he ever going to prefer me?

-What's a girl like you doing all alone here?

I hear a man's voice and I turn my head to look who it was. I've never seen this man before in my life, and I was definitely not interested. Not just because he was a random guy, but because I have a handsome boyfriend and even though we're not on good terms he's still the only one I want.

-I'm not alone, my boyfriend's right there.

I point at Johnnie, and the guy follows my finger, laughing when he sees it.

-Your boyfriend left you alone to be with other girls?

I sigh. Honestly, valid point. But it's complicated, I know it's not what it looks like, but it sucks that that's what it looks like to anyone. I need to talk to him, and this guy is just the perfect reason of why I hate to be on bad terms with Johnnie. With my lack of response, the guy continues.

-Maybe he's not fucking you right, huh?

I look at the guy with a disgusted face, rolling my eyes at him and starting to walk in Johnnie's direction. Not the time to deal with creepy randoms. I stop in front of Johnnie, giving a quick look and trying to be nice by smiling at the girls and Jake before meeting his eyes again.

-Can we talk?

For the first time I see a small smile on his lips and he nods. I guide him outside, standing by the garden and taking a deep breath. He starts talking before I do.

-I'm sorry.

I feel his hands interlocking with mine, making me relax immediately. He has such an effect on me, it's crazy.

-I just... feel like I'm not your girlfriend anymore sometimes.

My voice is low and shaky, he could see how upset I was, and I could see that this wasn't what he wanted for us. The guilt was evident.

-I know, I'm sorry, I was mad that you were always at work, so I tried to make you jealous and it didn't exactly work. The girl I was talking to was an actress to my next music video and those girls right there were just Jake's friends, I just want you, I promise.

He pulls me into a hug, making me smile. I fight the urge to cry and just hug him harder.

-I'm so sorry, I should've worked from home or something, I was so caught up on what I had to do. I'm sorry, I love you.

He pulls away and cup my cheeks with his hands, kissing my forehead gently.

-It's okay, we're good, I'm sorry too. I love you.

I smile, feeling finally relieved. It was definitely nothing that I was thinking about and the fact he wanted to make me jealous it's actually kinda funny. He pulls me into a soft kiss, making me melt into his touch.

-So, what did that guy said?

He asks, making me laugh and shake my head a bit.

-That you're probably not fucking me right.

I shrug, laughing at Johnnie's annoyed expression.

-We'll see if I fuck you right or not after the party.

My eyes widen and I feel my cheeks turning red. I push his arm playfully, rolling my eyes.

-Johnnie!

[avatar-of-procrastination]

Celebrating Valentines with the moon boys

A.N: HELLO PEEPS I HAVE BEEN RESURRECTED what better way to celebrate my return than by a small hc about my baby moonboys and how theyd reach to celebrating valentines?!

enjoy this as i write it at 2 am, well past valentine but who cares eheheehhe

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine)

[ pls ignore all spelling mistakes and capitalization issues i'll fix it later i promise 😭😭😭 ]

Steven

while he may very well be the definition of a nervous wreck, he'd definitely be the type of person to remember your favourite flowers and chocolates and buy the largest possible set of both. top it off with a personal letter in which he confesses just how good you make him feel. steven would be the person to make you feel loved for yourself, never having to put on a facade for him, because he loves you more than you could ever love yourself. he's shocked when you cry at the words and you guys end up cuddling the rest of the night, with one arm around you and the other gently stroking your hair, whispering 'i love you' until you fall asleep.

once he's sure youre asleep, he'd snuggle into you, holing you tightly and recount every moment he's been grateful to have you for

Marc

as we all know marc is a true baby at heart. he'd be the kind of person to not make valentines a big deal but the moment he sees you pouting he'd turn the world upside down. not even khonshu would be able to calm him down. once you tell him that in fact you do want him to pamper you on valentines, hed go to pull all the stops. make it the best valentines youve ever had.. first up is a lovely breakfast in bed, with pancakes and strawberries and chocolate syrup overloaded. then he'd take you out for a picnic in the flower fields where you make a bouquet for him and he almost starts crying at the gesture (because why in the world would someone with a right mind ever do something so sweet for a mercenary?). the next stop was a romantic movie date that was being re-played in the theaters, followed by stargazing at night.

you were full of love and adoration for your man and the efforts he took to keep a smile on your face.

"all the stars in the sky couldnt compare to the love i hold for you, marc"

hed start crying, because he's new to being loved. its a foreign feeling but one he cherishes the most. he'd thank all the gods above for bringing you into his life

Jake

we all know he's a little shit. the more you'd hint him to treat you on valentines, the more dumb he'd act. ("valentines??? whats that???") to a point where youd start pouting and sticking your tongue out at him. cut to valentines and you thought he'd surprise you and all of the acting dumb was just to irk you. but when he actually has nothing planned it pisses you off. youd be sulky and bratty and purposefully get on his nerves too (*cough* no bra in the house *cough*)

turns out there was a surprise for you. one of the most hottest and filthiest nights you couldve ever imagined. rest assured there was no way youd be able to go out in public because a) your legs wouldnt move and b) with the amount of hickeys you had someone would thing youre being abused 😭😭

[thedaredevilsgirl]

Just Not Enough For You-Part 1

Warning: friends with benefits, angst (reader is insecure about her appearance and personality, jealous, comparison, drinking) this was inspired by the song Nada Contra by Clarissa (it's a Brazilian song, I know that most here speak English, but I still recommend listening to it, it's very good).

A/N: To be honest this idea seemed better in my head and didn't come out exactly as I wanted, but I still liked the final result so I decided to post it. Part two will probably be posted early next week. Hope you like it💗

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Your mind kept repeating the word as you went outside the Hard Deck with the excuse of getting some air, not that it was a lie, it was actually quite hard to breathe in the same environment as Jake and the miss perfect.

Of course you wanted him to be happy, that's why you broke the deal with Jake, to set him free so that he could find someone better to love, someone as perfect as he was, someone who certainly wasn't you.

Why were you so sad? It was all your fault, he was only with her because you let him go, so why are you so sad?

"I think this better be the last time" you say picking your clothes up quickly from the floor.

  "Wait, what?" Jake asked so confused, he thought everything was going so well, and it was true "I thought you liked this, what about our deal?"

   The damn deal, friends with benefits, how to continue with the deal when you had broken the biggest rule of it, no falling in love, just fuck, get something out of your system and enough is enough. Jake made it very clear he wasn't after a relationship, and you thought the same until that stupid smile captured your heart and you realized you were totally in love with him.

   "I like it, but we can't go through with it."

   "Why?" he asked still so confused as he watched you put on your clothes instead of his shirt and lay down to sleep next to him like you always did on the nights you had sex (and even on the ones you did nothing).

  "I...I just think that we should be sleeping with other people, I mean of course we should, meeting new people and not getting stuck in this bullshit" you say as if it doesn't hurt.

  "Are you sure this is what you want?"

  "Yes, I'm sure" big liar.

  You start to retreat from the room, ready to leave when you hear him calling your name, almost like a broken whisper.

   "We're still friends, right?" you could swear you saw pain flash through his eyes, but it should be something from your imagination.

   "Yes, friends" you smile and hope he doesn't realize it's fake, and finally walk away.

   This couldn't go on, not when you knew he didn't want anything serious, not with you, not when he can get something better, it was better to end it now and hope the pain was less.

But wasn't, was tearful.

It didn't even take a month before there was another girl in your place, the beautiful and gorgeous Jude, they were already on their third date and God she was pretty and a wonderful person which only made it even worse.

  You didn't want to compare yourself, but it was impossible to stop the negative thoughts about yourself when she was around.

  That's why you left the bar, not being able to take it anymore but still unable to avoid watching them from the window outside.

  You see Jake put his arm around her shoulders and whisper something in her ear that makes she laugh.

Why did they have to look so perfect together?

   The smile on his face slowly disappears as his gaze crosses yours on the other side of the window.

  "Shit" you say to yourself as you look away and take a long sip of your drink trying to erase the shame of being caught in the act.

  "Are you feeling okay?" Jake asks a few minutes later standing next to you.

   "Yeah, I just needed to take a breather, the bar seemed pretty crowded tonight" was a great excuse, Jake knew you hated crowds.

  The two of you stare at each other for a long minute, not knowing how to continue that conversation, drowning in those unspoken words and undisclosed feelings.

  "You look beautiful" he finally says and he sounded so sincere.

   You wondered if he noticed that that was his favorite dress, the same one he would always gently pull off your body, the one he said made you look like an angel.

  "My beautiful angel" was what he said before he kissed you for the first time that night on the beach.

"my angel" whispered between your thighs before finally making you his, Just his.

The silence hangs again, he couldn't look away, but he quickly shakes his head, drawing from it whatever thought was making him confused at that moment.

  "Well, I have to go, I promised to take Jude home so..." He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.

   "Okay," is all you can say without bursting into tears.

   "I...take care and be well okay?"

  You nod and watch him leave with Jude at his side.

   It was their third date, you knew they would probably be doing more than kissing that night, the mere thought of him touching her made your stomach churn, giving her the pleasure that only a few weeks ago he was giving only to you.

  You get back inside the bar as quickly as possible.

  "Penny" you catch the attention of the woman behind the counter "Give me a glass of the strongest drink you have."

  "Are you sure dear?"

  "Yes, please."

  "Are you okay?" Phoenix asks sitting down next to you already knowing everything that had happened to you and Hangman.

  "Fine" you say before turning the entire shot over in one go once Penny has placed it on the counter "Everything is wonderfully fine, one more shot please."

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Hello" Jake speaks with his voice still hoarse from sleep.

"Bangman" he hears your inebriated voice on the other end of the line and it is enough for him to wake up automatically getting worried about you "My favorite pilot, my Jake" you give a short chuckle.

"Are you okay? Where are you?" he quickly gets out of bed ready to pick you up no matter where you are.

"My Jake...but you're not mine are you? And it's all my fault" by the tone of your voice you make it clear that you were crying.

"Honey what are you talking about? Please tell me where you are."

"It's all my fault" you repeat "Jude is beautiful, you really did well to choose her, the two of you are perfect together, it even annoys me."

"I... What's going on angel, please, I'm getting worried" Jake says.

"Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against her, the truth is I wish I was in her place, the truth is I am dying of jealousy here" you laugh again, but there was no amusement there, just pain "I know I was the one who ended our arrangement, but the truth is I couldn't go on, I couldn't because I love you, I love you so much it hurts, I ended it all because I knew you would never love me back, why would you love me? I can spend hours here talking about all your qualities and I'm just me, you can have models, beautiful and funny girls, and I know I'm good enough to be a casual fuck but never good enough to be a girlfriend, I'm easy to forget, easy to replace, it wouldn't be any different this time right, that's why I let you go" Jake only realizes he was crying now, with the excruciating pain of hearing the woman he love talking so badly about herself.

"Angel, please listen to me, this is not true, none of this is..."

"My God, what are you doing? No calling guys when you're drunk" he hears Phoenix's voice on the other end of the line before can continue speaking "Jake, I'm sorry about that" he is a little more relieved to know you had someone with you.

"Natasha, where are you guys? I'm going to go get her right now."

"Nat, give me back my phone, I need to tell Jakey that I love him even if I am insufficient to him" you speak in the background.

"We are at The Hard Deck, I can take care of her, but Jake...she needs you."

[madlittlecriminal]

Hey! I saw that you're taking Moon Knight requests! Could you please write Jake Lockley x reader where both of them speaking broken English and most of their conversations are just bickering in their native languages?

Just imagine the fluff where they get together and teach each other the words of love in their languages through the trouble of language barrier 😭🥺

Language ☽ Jake Lockley × Arabian!GN!Reader

i only speak english and spanish, so im very sorry if the arabic is inaccurate. i wanted to try something different that wasn't french or italian. also, because im half mexican and half puerto rican, my spanish is different. words are different compared to those who are from South America or Central America

Warnings: roughly translated spanish to english, translated arabic (NOT GOOGLE TRANSLATE), mentions of marc & steven

*if you speak Arabic, PLEASE correct me if there's any errors! im open for corrections!*

Anyone who didn't understand your relationship would think you and your boyfriend were speaking gibberish.

However, you both knew bickering in your native tongues was very much normal, but it was mostly to yourselves since you didn't know Spanish and he didn't know Arabic. Today was different as you both were bickering about the damn English language. As easy as people made it seem, it was damn well difficult. How the heck was there words that sounded the same, but were both spelled differently and meant different things?

"Ine fakt la moana leh." (It just makes no sense.)

"No sé cómo la gente puede hablar en esa maldita idioma sin confundirse, de verdad." (I don't know how people can speak in that damn language without confusing themselves, honestly.)

"Lediham al-jaraa lekhbary baltehadth ballga al-inglizia?" (They have the audacity to tell me to speak English?)

Now, there stood a confused Jake, wondering if you both were arguing about the same thing or was it something completely different? "What you say?" You looked over at him, confused. "What?"

Honestly, you both were confused as to how you managed to be in a relationship for a few months without picking up some of each others language. Well, Jake only understood very little thanks to Steven and even Marc, thanks to his time as a mercenary. However, it still wasn't enough, but if he was being honest, he wanted to learn more about your language. You only ever picked up on what he meant when he called you "amor" since that's his go-to nickname for you. "Teach me?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "Teach you what?" He smiled. "Árabe."

"You sure?" He nodded and you smiled. "I can do it I think. You just have to be good listener." He grinned. "Well, I call you kalabi which is 'my heart.'"

"So like 'mi corazón' for me?" You tilted your head. "That was what you mean?" He chuckled. "Yes, amor." You felt your cheeks heat up. It always got to you when he called you that. You assumed it was because it was in his native tongue and not in English as you were normally used to. "We say habibi." He held your hand. "Can you teach me to say te amo?" You raised an eyebrow, until you realized what he said. "Anna asada ahbak." (I love you too.)

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like i said, please feel free to correct me for any incorrect translations in Arabic! i appreciate it. :)

my requests are still open for the moon boys! :D

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Lets talk about soulmate aus:

Okay first, because I've been talking about this a lot with @dinas-bracelet shared dreamscape soulmates.

-Dreams are shared between soulmates, but they are just as trippy and confusing as anyone's dreams are. Sometimes one person gets sucked into another's dream and sees a piece of their world, sometimes its just a shared weird dream vibe. It's very difficult to communicate through them with your soulmate until a tsaheylu has been made before.

-I'm not gonna mention jeytiri too much to leave that shit for Chloe but like, the idea of Neytiri falling asleep just to see kid Jake hiding under the bed and just hiding with him or Jake going to sleep and running around in the forest with Neytiri while she's like "Come on, Sylwanin!" The POSIBILITIES.

-Kinda vibing with locorro for this one. I'd imagine Lo'ak and Spider have bonded before, and growing up together has strengthened their ability to communicate in their dreams. They are well practiced.

-I just like the idea of them meeting every night to compare how hard their days were.

Spider: HELLO SOULMATE, TODAY I WAS TORTURED. DON'T WORRY THO I ONLY HAVE A LITTLE BRAIN DAMAGE AND I BROKE ONLY TWO FINGERS TRYING TO SMASH MY WAY OUT OF MY CELL.

Lo'ak, trying to make him feel better but he's doing a really shit job: I ALMOST GOT EATEN BY A SHARK THING BUT THEN I DIDN'T, TOP THAT.

Spider: STOPPED THEM FROM BURING DOWN A VILLAGE.

Lo'ak: FUCK.

OKAY NEXT soulmarks:

-we talked about the name one, with a soulmark being the soulmates name written on your skin. What makes this one tricky though is that the Na'vi do not have a written language. I like this, because it means the Na'vi would likely have a different type of mark. I think it would be an image of their spirit animal that they would see during their uniltaron on the other persons body. That gives us a TON of possibilities.

-We can have jeytiri where Jake's mark is toruk on Neytiri because he will become Na'vi. This allows them to not know each other and for Jake to be real fucking confused by his soulmark all his life lol.

-BUT FOR LOCORRO, lol. We talked about Lo'ak's mark being just Spider's name. BUT BEAR WITH ME. What makes him different than Jake? If we decide Jake is born destined to be Na'vi why not Spider hmm?

First words your soulmate says to you written on your body:

-this one is just funny for jeytiri skskskks

-BUT ALSO: for spiri

-I imagine them meeting in the lab, and Spider's words are on his arm and it just says "Hi!" in English. I imagine no one is greeting him very much lol. Not in a mean way, they just know he's there and he's never been outside to meet any strangers.

-Kiri's say "Me?" because this clown couldn't fathom he was being addressed.

One of those they feel each others pain aus:

-I feel like this one HAS to be nocorro just for the ultimate pain.

-Kid Spider gets cut on a broken beaker that he knocked off a table and tried to clean up at Hells Gate, and kid Neteyam all of a sudden starts crying and won't stop telling Jake his hand hurts. Jake takes Neteyam over to Norm to ask if he has any suggestions for soulmate injuries for kids (Jake himself never had any when he was young because Neytiri wasn't born yet, same for Neytiri because Jake was in cryosleep for a long ass time). Instead they find Norm stitching up the same hand on Spider.

-Jake is really excited, because it's so rare for someone to find their soulmate so young. He's confused when Neytiri isn't excited, she jsut starts crying. When he asks her why she's like "that human boy is going get hurt a lot, and eventually, he will die. Young. And our son will feel all of it."

-Rip Spider getting kidnapped and Neteyam falling the fuck off his ikran when Spider starts getting tortured

Jake: get up kid we gotta go or we're gonna die

Neteyam: I'M SORRY I FEEL LIKE I'M BEING TORTURED??

-WE CAN GO EITHER WAY, WE CAN HAVE NETEYAM DIE AND SPIDER LYING NEXT TO HIM FEELING IT OR WE CAN HAVE HIM LIVE AND GET SHOT BUT THEY BOTH ARE LIKE, ON THE BRINK FEELING IT.

A very popular one is the one where you can't see colors until you see your soulmate.

-I don't vibe with this one as hard, because it makes me sad that people wouldn't see the beauty of Pandora from the get go! But I find the idea of Jake seeing the bioluminescence but also color for the first time a cool cool vibe.

One of those tattoos that changes color depending on what your soulmate is feeling things.

-Just kinda funny that Spider's soulmate would be like why is this motherfucker sad as shit all time time? Where is my sad ass soulmate??

These next few are not that serious but the ideas have funny implications:

You have a meter of how in-danger your soulmate is.

-JUST THE IDEA OF SPIDER'S SOULMATE STARING AT THE CONSTANT IN DANGER METER THE ENTIRE LIKE SEVERAL MONTHS HE'S WITH THE RECOMS GETS ME.

You feel intense pain in your soul when your soulmate is in life-threatening danger.

-Literally same thing here, it's like, Neteyam probably walking around like "ow ow ow ow" trying to live his daily life in Awa'atlu.

Your soulmate’s current thoughts about you will show up on your skin for a short while.

-This one is hysterical, again, for jeytiri. Na'vi don't have written language tho so there would have to be a different thing for them, but IMAGINE the implications. Jake staring at his arm while the meanest things Neytiri can even think of are just floating around. Neytiri, pissed, as downright vulgar shit appears on her stomach from Jake.

[i-like-giving-orders]

[ID: 2 dialogue bubbles. The first one on the left says "If you didn't have your body..." The second one picks it up where the last one left off. It says "...you would definitely be like me." /End ID.]

i know that daniel will probably be haunted by these words and wonder whether there's some truth to them but imo while jiho is right that daniel only got better as a consequence of having 2 bodies, jiho and daniel are very different people

jiho is right that they suffered similarly by being bullied for their looks and he is also right that daniel was able to escape that when he switched, but the things that sets them apart are 2 things imo: kindness and a fighting spirit.

you see, when given the opportunity, daniel chooses kindness. jiho has to be grudgingly coaxed into it. when daniel got his second body, he decided to use his privilege to stop jiho and duke from being bullied. he gave duke a nudge and duke ran with it. he tried to do the same with jiho and jiho got entitled. truthfully, if jiho had gotten a second body, i cannot imagine he would have done similarly. he simply would not have become the handsome and strong saviour of the weak. if anything, he probably would have cozied up to vin jin and become a bully himself.

i dont think daniel would have improved without the confidence his second body gave him and the opportunities it opened to him, but the thing with people is that most don't improve without some kind of support. while his mom tried his best, we see him hiding stuff from her since the beginning as to not worry her, so there's only so much she can do. once he got support tho, just a little, he thrived. jiho, well, is not the same way. he got it, but he focused on the wrong things, and, as the last chapter of his arc pointed out, his schizophrenia didn't help his situation and overall personality.

now, im not sure fighting spirit is the correct term, but english is not my first language so i hope i will be able to make clear what i mean.

so at the beginning of the story neither daniel nor jiho fight. they don't have the confidence, the strength, the technique, etc. they both learn to fight in different parts of their lives: daniel with his friends in an attempt to become better and jiho in prison in an attempt to survive. since they are in such different places for this, we cannot compare them. however, we can compare their spirit.

at every opportunity, daniel is trying to do good. when daniel has to make a tough choice, he doesn't shy away from it. he's making mistakes, and he doesn't let people stop him, but because he cannot conceive giving up now that he knows what he is capable of. on the other hand, jiho fought, sure, and we see he is taking decisive action, but all with the intention of getting a second body so he can escape. daniel even offers him a second chance, despite everything he did, which includes but it is not limited to trying to kill him, and he turns him away to try to kill him again. why? perhaps because it's difficult. it's easier to think you can't change. that way, you can't disappoint yourself. despite what he said, we know it's not because he actually thinks people dont change. his mind didn't conjure an image of his past self trailing after him like a spectre, like a whole ass different person, for nothing. in the end, when refused the chance to escape and fearing betrayal from jake, he committed suicide. jiho didn't sit on the edge the building by mistake. although he didn't know it yet, the moment he had stepped foot on the roof, he had given up.

tldr: despite their similarities, when given a little help, daniel chooses to be better, helps others, and offers second chances. jiho, on the other hand, doesn't.

[choclodox]

The Alyara Clan: the Night People

I’ve been working on making this Avatar fan clan, so here are the main things I want to get out there. To make it more interesting, I decided to do it in the form of transcriptions of Grace Augustine’s video logs before she met Jake. I’m intentionally going to leave some things out because I don’t want this post to go on too long, and if and when I make a fic to explain the backstory for my Avatar OCs (like Nikea and Soares here for example), I want there to still be some surprises.

As far as the RDA is concerned, not much is known about the Alyara due to the fact that the clan knows how to detect and evade unwelcome presences from a great distance. The only information the RDA could find until recent years was based on the accounts of the other Pandoran natives who have come in contact with them.

Dr. Grace Augustine had documented that she had allegedly interacted with an Alyara child when her school was still operational, but the information can not serve as confirmation since it is based on Dr. Augustine’s words alone. According to the video logs, the child only stood for a single drawn portrait by one of Dr. Augustine’s SecOps transfer pilots (Capt. Maria Suarez), but no actual audio-visual documentation of the child can be accounted for. If the portrait did in fact exist, it was lost during the RDA’s efforts to terminate the Avatar Program prior to the Assault on the Tree of Souls. .

Below are selected transcriptions about the child from Dr. Augustine’s video log entries which were recorded during 2152:

- - “Today, one of my students, Neytiri, told me that she wanted to bring a new student with her tomorrow. She said that she’d known this girl for a while, and she wanted to know if it would be okay for her to come. I told her yes, but then [...] she started telling me things about this girl that made me curious. For instance, Neytiri told me that this girl could only come for the first half of class because she wouldn’t be able to stay awake the whole time, and she said that could get in trouble for staying up too late. She also said that this girl didn’t speak English and, um [...] didn’t know Na'vi very well either. I asked her how come, and she told me it's because she’s [inaudible] she’s one of the Night Na’vi of the Alyara Clan. Uhm [...] so, yeah [...] quite the breakthrough I’d say [laughing]. Humans, in all the decades we’ve been here, have never had direct contact with them before. We were starting to think that they were just a Na’vi fairytale. Then again, it probably explains why there’s a time of year where the Omatikaya tell me to stay away from Home Tree. [...] And here Selfridge was saying that the school was a waste of time.”

- “Well, Neytiri brought the new girl with her today. Her name's Nikea. I was surprised because she didn’t look anything like the other children. She had darker skin, and she had eyes and ears that were much bigger in proportion. She was also wearing this, uh, little black cloak, which is unusual compared to the Omatikaya children who only wear tweng cloths. Like the other children, she ran along the tree canopies to get to school, but when they arrived, little Nikea, um, [laughs] she was adamant that she wasn’t to going to stand on the ground. I thought that she was just throwing a tantrum because she didn’t want to come to the school, but um, Neytiri said that she forgot to tell me that Nikea’s not allowed to, um, [...] that she’s not allowed to walk on the ground? Apparently, it’s an Alyara thing. We had to get Trudy to help us make a make-shift window in the roof [laughing] such that Nikea could participate in class from up there. Oh, God, Trudy [laughing] bless that woman. But, yeah, Nikea, uh, she did great. She was having a bit of trouble understanding because she didn’t know any English, and only some Na’vi, but Neytiri was there to help her out. We even learned some words in Nikea’s language, and I’m hoping that the linguistics team and I can get started on learning the grammar such that we can eventually speak it to her. But I digress. About 20 minutes into class, Nikea started to complain of head aches and said that the, uh, daylight was too strong for her eyes. I could tell that she wasn’t trying to get out early. Poor thing, if anything, she looked embarrassed. Thankfully, Trudy happened to have a pair of spare sunglasses and gave them to Nikea, which made all the difference and Nikea felt much better. Around 11:00, I think, I noticed that Nikea started getting tired like Neytiri told me she would. I thought, initially, that she would just need to take a nap, but Nikea looked tired as if it were 3 o’clock in the morning. Neytiri took lunch as an opportunity to take Nikea back to HomeTree, so she could go to bed. So, in summary, we learned that the Night Na’vi are [...] naturally nocturnal. Who knew?”

- “We’re making a lot of progress with Nikea. She was shy at first with us, but once you get to know her, she’s actually pretty energetic. No wonder she’s so close with Neytiri. It’s so funny, whenever Nikea calls my name, her accent makes “Grace” sound like “grease” [laughing] but I’m not complaining, I like that movie anyways. I can tell that she’s also taking a liking to our pilot, Suarez. Nikea saw her drawing in her sketchbook and it ended up just [...] blowing her away [laughing]. Today, I noticed that whenever the kids play hide-and-seek during recess, the children always complain that it isn’t fair whenever Nikea plays. It’s because she has exceptional sight, hearing, and sense of smell, which makes it incredibly easy for her to find the other children and for her to hide from them. [laughing] Suarez was helping me move some of the school supplies, and when Nikea popped her head through the roof-window, it scared the crap out of Suarez. I’m starting to think that those heightened senses are why the Alyara are so good at evading threats such as predators, and, well [...] us. [...] I mean, it’s no wonder why they stay away from us. Humans are so clumsy and inconsiderate that just our accidents get children poisoned. At this point, I don’t blame Sylwanin for feeling the way that she does. I just [...] I just hope she comes back to the school one day.”

- “I think Nikea is on the right track. Her Na’vi is rapidly improving. We think that once she gets the hang of Na’vi, we can use Na’vi as a, uh, bridge to better communicate with her and teach her English since the lessons are more tailored for students whose first language is Na’vi. It’s a shame though. [laughing] Now that she’s understanding Na’vi and English a little better, she can actually say my name properly. [laughing] I’ll miss the nickname, but what’s important is that she’s learning. Of course, we’re still trying to learn what we can about Alyara Na’vi. That’s what we’re calling it for now. It seems to be a Na’vi version of a creole language, which means it’s a, uh, direct mix of other languages. This might give us clues as to what their lifestyle and culture is like because the only way to get languages like this is if a group of people are interacting with a variety other peoples’ languages.”

- “From what Neytiri and the other children tell me, the Alyara are a [...] migratory people. Not to be confused with nomadic, in which individuals move from one place to another with no planned destination. No, the Alyara have this [...] seasonal movement with a specific route that they have been travelling for [...] thousands of years. Along the way of this migration, they pass through the same villages to rest and interact with the locals for a few weeks, depending on how many resources the village has to spare.  All the while, they exchange goods, stories, and news. Specifically, the Alyara are known for their knowledge in medicine, so I’m thinking that maybe the Tawkami are close friends with them, too. This contact with various other clans explains why they have a creole language, too. It might even help us understand other Pandora languages, and vice versa, since Alyara Na’vi already bases itself on other variations of Na’vi. I realize now that whenever we speak with Nikea, even though we aren’t too familiar with Alyara Na’vi, there are some parts that if you, uh, catch on to the rhythm of what she’s saying, there are parts that sound like, uh, [...] Omatikaya Na’vi, just with some sort of heavy accent. Seeing that it’s already been about 2 weeks, I’d say I don’t have a much time with her left. If I could just come to Home Tree, where the Alyara are staying at the moment, maybe, just maybe, I could talk with their Olo’Ehktan and Tsa'hik and learn more about them.”

- “I asked Nikea a little more about life in her clan, specifically about the places they go, and [...] there were so many things that surprised me, like how they all travel on the backs of ikrans for the entirety of the migration cycle [...] those are banshees for any of you jarheads that might be watching this. Another thing is, unlike the Forest People or the Reef People that disperse their race’s population throughout multiple clans and villages, the Alyara Clan contains the entirety of the Night People. That also reminds me, we’re changing the term Alyara Na'vi to Night Na'vi since the natives describe variations of Na'vi based on the race rather than the clan. Anyway, from what Neytiri tells me, there’s about 1,200 people in the Alyara clan [...] or, at least, the part of the clan that Nikea travels with. The Alyara separate into the women and men, which are led by the Tsa’hik and the Olo’Ehktan respectively. Each half of the clan has its own migration route. The women migrate throughout the South and the men throughout the North. And it just so happens that the Omatikaya are a designated pitstop for the Alyara women. So [...] lucky us. Nikea said that, every year, after what I’d estimate to be [...] 8 months of being apart, the males and females finally reunite with each other during a time of year when the nights are shorter. Only two hours of darkness, to be precise. I tried to ask her more about what happens during those 4 months of being together, but I think some things got, um, [...] lost in translation? She said that they meet at the, uh, the Pulse? And then they [...] they, uh [...] go into the, the Sleep? I thought if I asked her where the Pulse was or what the Sleep is, it might clear some things up, but she said that she’s not supposed to talk about it. [...] I asked the linguistics team to see if they could figure out what she meant, but they couldn’t crack it either. And then, [...] I don’t know how, but word got out to Selfridge and Quaritch, and, [sigh] they came to me saying, and I quote, ‘a whole ass clan of 2,000 blue monkeys that can fly around without anyone seeing them could be a problem for security.’ They’re already itching for a slip-up with the Omatikaya, and now this? [sigh] They told me to get to the bottom of it, but unlike some people here at the RDA, [...] I don’t believe in manipulating children to meet quotas.”

- “Nikea came to school today and told us that she and her clan will be leaving in a few days. It was sad to hear, but I know that she'll be back next year. Suarez and Trudy were both there. Trudy said we should take a picture, but Neytiri said that maybe Suarez could draw a picture of Nikea instead, beause, y’know, Suarez is pretty good at that. I don't know why Neytiri would object to a photo, though. It’s not exactly what the RDA would call official documentation, but, eh, who gives a crap what they think anyway?”

- “Um [...] [sigh] today, uh (inaudible) Sylwanin [...] S-Sylwanin and some of the others set one of the RDA’s bulldozers on fire. Um [...] they came to the school thinking that I could [...] that I could protect them from the soldiers. Before I could bring them inside, the soldiers, they [...] they shot and killed Sylwanin. Neytiri and the other children saw it all. Nikea was screaming her lungs out. I got most of the kids out of there, but I [...] [sigh].”

- “It’s been a week; we went back to the school. I knew damn well that the kids wouldn’t be there. Instead, it was Eytukan, and a few of the warriors. Tsu’tey was there, too. [sigh] It turns out that Nikea was never allowed to leave HomeTree, and [...] [sigh] and, uh, had, in fact, been sneaking out to come to the school. I guess Neytiri didn’t want us to take that picture of Nikea because she knew that the Alyara didn't want humans having any viable proof of their existence. [...] According to Eytukan, the Alyara Tsa’hik was not only infuriated with Neytiri and the Omatikaya Clan for nearly causing the death of an Alyara child, but she was horrified that Nikea had been making contact with us at all. All because they made the mistake of [...] trusting us. So [sigh] long story short, the Alyara women are never coming back to HomeTree. And to top it all off [...] the Omatikaya are cutting off all contact with us, [inaudible] with me.”

END OF TRANSCRIPTS

[davekat-sucks]

Read your rewrite of homestuck and I loved it. I love that it is still true to what Act 6 was but greatly improved. John really did have the ability to get rings for all the characters or I don't know a dead/ doomed godteir feferi could probably have raised the dead. It's stupid to introduce that plot point of her saving someone only for the mayor, who was a mascot character that was never that interesting. The sprites in act 6 were pointless to the point of being stupid. Davesprite and Jadesprite were good but only because this was a plot device used on the main four kids. Rose, Dave, John and Jade deserved special treatment.

Only thing I would change from your rewrite is that the dancestors are still kinda a thing ish. Here's my idea, Aranea is still a ghost. The rest were all destroyed by Lord English or were lost to time. Who cares which. Hell, Maybe the dancestors just had their soul's crushed recently at the amusement of Damara and Aranea is the only one to escape.

When Aranea shows up in the story she talks to Rose alone. Maybe around the time Rose decides to start on her 12 step journey to sobriety. Aranea gives a short explanation of how she survived and then a recap of her friends' story in the same way that Scratch originally talked about ancestors. Quicker, to the point. Everything we got out of the dancestor's life stories, interests, relationships could have been said in one paragraph at most.

Aranea could still have an interest in Jake for his power, but she needed a better more clear motivation. I think Jake needed to work with her of his own free will but he isn't good enough for her liking and then she starts to manipulate him and brainwash him out of desperation. Maybe she is a victory at all cost kind of character? Maybe the years of isolation in space took a toll on her mind? She was by far the worst antagonist and shouldn't have been treated as one, just like she's a threat. Dirk should have actually used his power at some point to destroy a soul, heres a great opportunity to do just that. He could have actually killed her, and not as a manifestation of Jake's imagination, as himself. I still think Meenah is a fun character but she derails the story and her romance with Vriska was a joke when it happened and their breakup was the only payoff. Damara would be an interesting character to fit into the story but she would still just be another servant to Lord English and the empress was enough to fit that bill.

Maybe the dancestors could have still be a thing but as a side comic, not a part of the actual story. I recall a lot of fans enjoying them even though I did not. I feel the same way I do about them as I do all the new trolls in the new media homestuck has. Horuss is cute though.

I think Wayward Vagabond is interesting as a character, since he was the one to lead the revolution to go against his own Black Kingdom. But sadly after his revival, the writers don't write him as an individual and treats him like pet. It shows more with how Dave and Karkat treat him too. They don't see him as a person person. They see him as an object. And the worst part is that they desecrate his grave by keeping Kingdoms despite they had played with him for Can Town to being democratic. Did Karkat and Dave play along as a means to playcate his delusional fantasy? Was it in a mocking way because they will take over Earth C as Kingdoms later on in the future? Either way, they had fun with their toy and were ready to discard his dreams for their own. The only sprite that wasn't useless is ARquiusprite, but only because he is technically an extension of being parts of Lord English. So plot favors him more compared to the other sprites. As well as a joke that even if Equius is fused with AR/Lil HAL, the focus is more on the AI than the troll because the AI overshadows his personality for the most part and Equius being a Void player, his existence is barely there. The only Void player to have acknowledgement from the narrative is Roxy Lalonde. That could work, but confused on parts like how did Aradia became a ghost again if we see that she's become God Tier upon Derse being destroyed? Sure God Tier beings as ghosts is not uncommon as we see in the Dream Bubbles, but how would it get Aradia motivated to speak with the others when she is adamant on staying alive? Not only that, but I still feel miffed about her being the keeper and watcher of Dream Bubbles, when it was technically Feferi Peixies who made it happen. She was nice to her lusus, who was part of the horrorterrors, and it was her kindness that granted her wish to create an afterlife purgatory for her friends. Aradia taking it away because fan favoritism feels wrong. Worse is Meenah Peixies being created as a means to apologize to Feferi fans too. But would have really liked that actual real life Dirk destroys Aranea's soul. Let's kill da hoe! 8iiiiiiiitch! I also wouldn't mind if Dancestors' story is a separate story. Have it really called Openbound.

[theaterm]

here's some symbolism shenanigans about the motif of three while we are manifesting for Moon Knight Season 2

Because observing art and being able to see similarities, differences, and the thought processes of people regardless of the time fasinates me. So naturally i have been obsessing.

(Some of the ideas might/will clash with the narrative etc. These are purely my thoughts derived from the information i gathered. For the act of discourse <3)

So in the name of a brain dump, let's read too much into things

Hauling a Boat Ashore, Honfleur - Claude Monet - 1864

To me, this painting depicts the struggle of life. Three people trying to get by and/or trying to move on as the burden of life slows them down (not so casually alluding to ''we are in the same boat'' here oops). The scenery is peaceful and everything looks beautiful yet they keep fighting. So the routine continues.

Also i think it's interesting to note that in 1864 he was 24, had already done military service and later said that experience effected his paintings dearly (And apparently Monet's second name is Oscar lol i didn't know that).

The Three Fates - Alexander Rothaug - circa 1910

In ancient Greek religion and mythology, the Moirai, a.k.a. Fates, were the incarnations of destiny, daughters of Nyx, the Night. (The word moira means “share” also related to the English word “merit”, derived from the Latin meritum, “a reward”). Generally, they were considered to be above the gods in their role as enforcers of fate.

Clotho ("spinner") spun the thread of life from her distaff onto her spindle. the youngest of the sisters, presided over the moment in which we are born, and held a distaff in her hand. Represents the present. Lachesis ("allotter") measured the thread of life allotted to each person with her measuring rod, and spun out all the events and actions of our life. Represents the future. Atropos ("the unturnable") was the cutter of the thread of life. She chose the manner of each person's death; and when their time has come. The eldest of the three, cut the thread of human life with a pair of scissors. Represents the past.

Togetherness of the three of them working together for a life is what attracted to me i think while comparing this our boys life. All of them have a different role creating different outcomes for one. Marc would be the past for obvious reasons but also because of the part about "being the chooser of the manner of death". That clicks with the fact that Marc initially made the deal with Khonshu to avoid death. Steven would be the present because we first see everything from his point of view. Clotho being the youngest also emphasizeshis his dainty character. Jake would be the future because he is unknown to everyone and we all know there is yet to come. Lachesis being "the measurer" also adds to his calculative nature.

(The equivalent of them was Maat or Maʽat, the ancient Egyptian goddess who personified the concepts of truth, balance, order, harmony, law, morality, and justice , and regulated the stars, seasons, and the actions of mortals and the deities who had brought order from chaos at the moment of creation.)

The Medieval Bestiary, The Three Hares - Avery Fenwick (on ArtStation) - 2017

It isn't an easy subject to research, as most of the stories explaining the symbology are largely speculative; there have been many attempts to find the meaning behind the 3 hares/rabbits, but there exists no record to explain the original examples.

I can however start with historical and geographical facts. The symbol appears in sacred sites from the Middle and Far East, to the churches of Devon and throughout Europe. This encompasses diverse religions and cultures, including Buddhism, Islam, Celtic, Pagan, Christianity and Judaism.

The oldest examples of the 3 hares have been found in cave temples in China, dating from the 6th and 7th centuries. Rabbits are seen as good luck signs in China, representing peace and tranquility.

Alongside this it has been used as a Pagan symbol with mystical associations with fertility, the lunar cycle and the Goddess of nature. As the symbol has striking similarities to the Triquetra, a symmetrical design of 3 interlaced arcs (literal translation '3 cornered'),

Some symbolic connections are

Land, sea, sky

Maiden, mother, crone

Life, death, rebirth (rethinking the last episodes real quick)

Mind, body, soul (ahemm Marc, Jake, Steven ahemm)

Finding Comfort - cai__ro (on Instagram) - 2020

This one is just beautiful. The three of them collectively tapping on the secret of the mind sounds awfully special to me idk. And the name of the painting just adds an extra touch (hehehehehee).

Wild Sunflowers - Denis Sarazhin

Many groups associate sunflowers with prolonged constancy and loyalty, reflecting the flower bud’s tendency to follow the sun across the sky.

(don’t worry I am not going to romanticize sun and moon here or this thing will never end)

Other general sunflower meanings include focus, healing and warmth. unwavering faith and unconditional love

In Ancient Egypt, yellow was associated with gold, which was considered to be imperishable, eternal and indestructible. The skin and bones of the gods were believed to be made of gold. The Egyptians used yellow extensively in tomb paintings; they usually used either yellow ochre or the brilliant orpiment, though it was made of arsenic and was highly toxic.

The word yellow is from the Old English geolu, geolwe (oblique case), meaning "yellow, and yellowish", derived from the Proto-Germanic word gelwaz "yellow". It has the same Indo-European base, gel-, as the words gold and yell; gʰel- means both bright and gleaming, and to cry out.

I mean… loyalty, healing, indestructible, gleaming and crying out…. Should I say more about these 3 in a field of gold :,,))

Moon Dance - Jen Ament

No comments. Just dance. Me likey. Idea good good.

Three Enemies at The Bar - Jen Ament

Something about smoking and the slow death... igniting the fire and sharing the burn... three enemies... CAPTIVATING TO ME

Lost in Creativity - Rokas Aleliunas - 2020

I will like to think the eyes are Marc and Steven because eyes are windows into the soul blah blah and they are connected to the external as long as he’s awake. They are looking but not really seeing (wink wink). And Jake is the third hand being a cheeky bastard with that gesture and choosing to be silent and sneaky. I love Jake (give us the season 2 or elseeaaahah).

Tres Tristes Tigres - Armando Romero - 2008

This translates to Three Sad Tigers. They are supposed to be strong but instead they are miserable.

The luchador mask gives a wrestler’s a new identity and helps him create a persona. But with these figures, it coincides with the nakedness and the idea of unmasking.

Three Figures - Robert Motherwell - 1989

I see them as 3 headless man (and sharing one mind wooo) with their big black coats to disguise and talking but more like communicating through the space.

And the space is red which symbolizes the danger they feel all around them. They are not aware how freely they are able to connect through it though.

I would like the think the figures as thumb prints for some reason also idk.

[brograndpa]

also whos your favorite character compared to the characters you liked going into it? did you expect to like dirkjake from the start? /gen

To answer the second part of your question first, yeah I was pretty sure I'd like them. My girlfriend and I have pretty similar tastes when it comes to ships, so even though it took me a bit to get into them, I was more than willing to enjoy their dynamic. My girlfriend compared them to a crackship we used to fiendishly enjoy together, and I have to say, they really lived up to the hype once I started fixating on them.

First part of your question below because I went off.

I was absolutely not expecting to like John so much. It cannot be overstated how watching John evolve over the course of the earlier acts is what really drove me to see what happened next. Obviously I was interested in the other kids too, but there were lots of points where I was waiting for us to see John advance his own journey.

John's depression is such a natural continuation of his character arc for a boy who mostly went through his young adult life trusting other people to guide him on the right path, and how the retcon ended up affecting his sense of self in the way only Roxy can understand, especially ever since Davepeta fucked off.

From my perspective, I see him as this person who never really had the chance to recognizes the changes happening within him, even though he could tell he was changing. I think it's clear that in post-game, he starts to get this sense that everyone around him is "ahead," while he's still lagging behind. Even his birthday is behind everyone else's.

So to tie this together, a lot of my fascination with John comes from the fact that he feels like a stand-out main character who has a lot of agency in the story, but when you look back, he's only ever been used as a vehicle to direct the story for where it's supposed to be. He is very much a reactive character masquerading as an active one, and I think the epilogues genuinely do a good job of revealing why that fucking sucks for him.

Thanks for letting me use your ask as a vehicle to spout my thoughts on him. And yes, I do love June, I mostly just consider her as characterization that hasn't actually had the chance to be explored proper in canon, but I do see it. It's kind of hard to compete with transfem Jake English drinking all the estrogen in the water supply, but windicuffs moirails can share!

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

Homestuck Poll Round 1 Results:

Beta Kids: 226 votes

Dave Strider: 31% - Winner

Jade Harley: 27%

Rose Lalonde: 22%

John Egbert: 20%

Lowblood Trolls: 275 votes

Aradia Megido: 41% - Winner

Karkat Vantas: 30%

Sollux Captor: 15%

Tavros Nitram: 14%

Midblood Trolls: 356 votes

Nepeta Leijon: 31% - Winner

Terezi Pyrope: 28%

Kanaya Maryam: 23%

Vriska Serket: 18%

Highblood Trolls: 314 votes

Feferi Peixes: 40% - Winner

Gamzee Makara: 24%

Eridan Ampora: 22%

Equius Zahhak: 14%

Alpha Kids: 655 votes

Roxy Lalonde: 51% - Winner

Dirk Strider: 28%

Jake English: 13%

Jane Crocker: 8%

Miscellaneous Characters Pt. 1: 171 votes

Calliope: 42% - Winner

Meenah Peixes: 24%

Caliborn: 23%

Aranea Serket: 11%

Miscellaneous Characters Pt. 2: 164 votes

Davesprite/Davepetasprite: 46% - Winner

Mayor (WV): 30%

Dad Egbert/Dad Crocker: 30%

Doc Scratch: 9%

Cursed Characters: 35 votes (I forgot to tag this one)

Lil Cal: 37% - Winner

Sweet Bro: 26%

Hella Jeff: 20%

Andrew Hussie: 17%

Villains: 164 votes

Spades Slick: 45% - Winner

The Condesce: 25%

Bec Noir: 24%

Lord English: 6%

Comments:

The kids and trolls got a lot more votes than the miscellaneous characters. That makes sense. We spend more time with all the kids and a lot of the trolls compared to the miscellaneous ones so I guess more people searched up their name in the Tumblr tags

That being said a sample size of only a few hundred is WAY too small. Especially for a fandom as big as Homestuck. I'll go off of this in the next poll ofc but to get a good idea of who the fandom ACTUALLY likes I need like at least a few thousand votes. Maybe more idk how big the Homestuck fandom is now. I know @abraxas-calibrator is planning to make a comprehensive poll with every single character in HS someday and they a) have more followers than me probably so more people will see the poll, b) is more of a "Homestuck blog" than me so more people will know what they're talking about, and c) will probably organize this poll better than I did so. Check out their poll when they do it I guess.

The alpha kids got a LOT of votes. From the tags it seems people have been trying to get their followers to vote for Jane and Jake who were less popular. Didn't work, as you can tell. I love Jane but I don't think her reputation in the fandom ever recovered after HS2 unfortunately. Also I guess ppl just didn't pay attention to her before HS2 either.

The midbloods had a lot of people voting and a relatively close race between Nepeta and Terezi. In the tags of the poll I said Terezi was my favorite but I didn't expect her to win. I expected Vriska to win. Vriska made waves a few days ago bc ppl were APPALLED that she was having such a tough race against Katya Goncharov. Can't believe she's one of THE Tumblr Sexywomen but she came in last in a poll against characters from her own comic. I mean I voted for Katya in that poll bc Vriska sucks (affectionate) but still. She deserved to win that one and I'm surprised she didn't win this one.

That being said for both the midblood and the highblood polls I get the feeling that people assumed that more Tumblr Sexyman characters like Vriska and Gamzee would get all the votes so they voted for the least controversial characters to compensate? Like I have no doubt in my mind that people ACTUALLY like Aradia and liked her enough to beat out Karkat. But. Do people actually like Nepeta and Feferi more. Actually maybe they do. Maybe I'm just cynical. I like characters that are a little problematic bc they're more interesting that way. I guess a lot of people don't see it that way and like the characters that they would genuinely want to be friends with. That's valid tbh.

Some of these brackets weren't well done tbh. The midblood bracket had all popular characters and there were several miscellaneous brackets with characters that aren't most people's favorites. But because I put them together in one poll it forced people to choose their favorite out of the selection. The winners of different polls will be going into the next round but it doesn't really reflect the actual popularity in the fandom. Maybe doing them in batches of 2 would have been better than 4. Ah well. I'll do that for the Tumblr Sexywoman poll I'll eventually put on. I don't have the energy to do all that for this one. Same with the Danganronpa one I want to do later they're still going into batches of 4.

Roxy is literally the only character who won the majority vote. And that's only by 1%. The other polls all have votes split more evenly 3- or 4- ways between the characters. Again, I wonder if any characters would have come out on top if I did a 1v1 poll for them?

Yall really like girls. 5/9 winners of the polls are girls, and 4/5 of the kids/trolls polls had girls win. And for a bunch of the polls where a girl didn't win a girl was the runner-up if there was one in the group. In conclusion wamen I guess.

I have homework so round 2 of polls will be up tomorrow. There are 9 winners in round 1 so for round 2 I'll put them in batches of 3. And the final round will also be in batches of 3. I tried to make 8 batches last time bc it was the Vriska number but also bc then I could do 1v1s but I thought of more characters in the last second. Ah well, I'll refine my methodology for other polls. Peace.

Pandora