I'm Gonna Be Drawing My Universe Version Of Sinister Six And More Spidersona Content! I'm Burnt Out From

Hi! I was wondering if i could request Mordecai Heller x gn reader dating hc’s?

Mordecai Heller GN dating Headcanons

Note(s) : Uh, so, I'm kind of going through a sexuality crisis while I write this, so the romance aspect is sort of lost, I'm sorry.

I think he'd most appreciate somebody who won't dance around subjects, he can't read emotions well and so people being coy just doesn't make any sense to him, he prefers somebody that's straightforward.

Mordecai is fairly demanding, but he doesn't mean it to be a dick, he just has preferences and won't be with you if you aren't them. He doesn't expect you to bend over backwards and only do things he likes, so he won't bend over backwards only doing things you like.

He'd frankly prefer you to have a style that's symmetrical and clothing that's clean and proper, if you can't afford that or have an unsymmetrical face or body, he tends to stare a lot and be more snarky towards you. Mordecai won't end the relationship over that, it just bothers him a little.

But he's more than willing to pay for symmetrical clothes, or just steal the clothes off of a corpse for you.

He wants to teach you how to use a gun, just so you can defend yourself in emergencies. Mordecai always keeps a gun hidden by your bedside table, just in case of a break in.

That is if you aren't already working for Asa / know how to use a gun already, in which case he's slightly less overbearing but will still insist on sharpening your skills a little.

You two may or may not live together, it just depends on what both of you are comfortable with. He definitely doesn't want to share a bed, he'd only want to sleep with you if it's a situation where you need to, or you just fall asleep from exhaustion on the couch or something.

You and him keep your relationship secret in case somebody could use it against you, but somehow, someway, Serafine and Nicodeme find out. Mordecai has no idea how, neither do you, they just... Did.

Serafine and Nicodeme tease you two about your relationship all the time, luckily never in public. Cheesy things like 'aww, you two look so cute together', just to see Mordecai's face drop, he's mortified whenever he sees the siblings and you happen to also be near.

If you two were together when he was working for Lackadaisy, I imagine that he was the one trying to convince you to leave for Marigold. Your relationship could end over this if you refuse to leave, and while he'll hesitate in killing you, he won't be afraid to shoot you in the leg if you end up on a mission against each other.

Mordecai doesn't like PDA at all, it makes him feel awkward and uncomfortable, especially in really crowded areas or where people who know him are. If you try to initiate a hug or a kiss he sort of just stands there in complete and utter disgust or begins hissing.

He's not cuddly or lovey dovey when you two are alone, either, he gives you a small kiss on the cheek if it's been a hard mission and you're injured, but it's a little stiff and he clearly only did it to make you feel better.

Mordecai is semi okay with hugging, it just depends on when and where, if you two are alone? Here, a quick side hug. If you're in a crowd? Don't even touch him he will probably transform into a ficus.

Surprisingly he's an alright dancer, just only when he's alone, and maybe if he's alone with you he can dance with you. He can appreciate the symmetry and beautiful hard work that goes into more classical dances, like ballroom dancing or ballet, but he despises the free form moves of things like Jazz, it's too liquid and unpredictable for him.

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER - MASTERLIST

Accompanying WHAT / WHO I WRITE FOR

Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

SHORT LIST, CHARACTERS BELOW: LEGEND OF AANG, LEGEND OF KORRA

LEGEND OF AANG

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LEGEND OF KORRA

Nothing here yet!

I like polls it's honestly really fun to make them because I'm so indecisive (⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠)

All of these characters exist in my universe, the extra Spider-Man excluded, and the one that's chosen as a love interest is for my alien spidersona, not my main one. The ones who aren't chosen will be my main Spidersonas friends in school as I don't want a love interest for my main spidersona.

I'll post the drawings tomorrow!

Mukuro x male!reader oneshot

Mukuro X Male reader

AU: Non-despair

Warnings: I guess swearing but besides that none

Summary: Junko drags Mukuro and Reader to a laser tag place for a date, I've never played laser tag before so sorry if this is innacurate, plus I've never been on a date and emotions are hard. I can always edit it anyway

Mukuro wasn't exactly somebody who had fun, she was more interested in getting work done and protecting those she cared about. Which was mainly Junko, her sister. Makoto, a classmate who treated her with kindness. And then (F/N), somebody who she met through Makoto and his sister when he took her to an event.

(F/N) was just a regular guy. No major talents, sure. But he still had some hobbies and even trained with her sometimes. He wasn't that good, but it was something they both seemed to enjoy. Mukuro mainly enjoyed it because it was a talent that she got to show off and practice, and (F/N) because he was just happy when spending time with her.

Mukuro was never sure why, but she always felt fluttery and almost found it hard to speak when she was with him, he was calming yet a rush of sudden feelings always came with him. It was strange, something she wasn't used to.

Junko teased Mukuro relentlessly and made fun of her when Mukuro told her about what she was feeling, even more so when she realised that Junko was planning on setting them up by spending the day at laser tag together. Before Mukuro could even object Junko was already halfway to (F/N)'s school.

He felt a sudden and sharp jab on his shoulder, wincing he turned around, facing Junko who was smiling deviously.

"Oh! Junko? Why are you here?" He questioned, the girl in question laughed, smirking as she looked behind her for a moment.

"A certain sister of mine is too shy to ask you out on a date." Junko turned to face (F/N) letting her voice grow to her louder and more obnoxious sounding tone, she spoke again "So, I wanna invite you to like a laser tag place thing. Mukuro and a few other classmates of ours are gonna be there."

"Uh, sure, but what did you mean by da-" He asked, Junko waved him off and began walking away.

"That's so great! I'll tell her, it's basically right after school so we'll pick you up and shit, see ya there!"

The rest of the day the only thing (F/N) could think about was the laser tag event and what Junko said about a date. If Mukuro did really like him and wanted to ask him on a date, then this would be the perfect time to tell her how he really felt when playing! That was if this was true, Junko was known to play pranks but he doubted this was the case.

After school, (F/N) could immediately guess which car was Junko's and Mukuro's without seeing the twins, a sleek black limo was parked outside the school. Students around him looked in awe at it, most people weren't too rich around here. Walking slowly towards it, Junko popped out and waved him over.

"Get your ass in here!" She yelled, (F/N) sped up his walking and Junko crawled back in when he got close to the car, she sat next to the door. His eyes locked on Mukuro the second he saw her, opposite Junko, he climbed in the back next to her.

"Where's everybody else?" (F/N) asked, confused as the only other people besides Junko and Mukuro in the car was the driver and himself. Sure most of them could have their own rides, but knowing Junko she wouldn't be caught dead letting anyone she was with show up in anything less than a sleek high class vehicle.

"What do you mean?" Mukuro questioned, looking suspiciously at Junko who was grinning at the two, looking down she began picking her nails and feigning innocence.

"Junko said that your other classmates would-" the girl in question laughed awkwardly and shook her head, looking out the window for a second before the laughter died down and she turned back.

"Poor guy! Delusional in my totally awesome presence." Junko uncrossed her legs when the car stopped, motioning for the two to get out after she opened the door next to her.

"Aren't you coming?" Mukuro asked, her voice low while glaring at her twin. Junko rolled her eyes and got out with her, closing the door and practically dragging the duo towards the building. They got geared up and were out in an arena with another team of three.

"So, given our position and current weapons, I believe the best and most effective cause of action that would garuntee success is-" Mukuro sat down, ready to tell us her plan which she took very seriously when Junko suddenly stood up.

"LETS FREAKING DO THISSS" She yelled, running and randomly firing her fake gun wildy in all directions, surprisingly, she wasn't caught and proved to be a great distraction for Mukuro and (F/N).

"Right, you remember when I taught you how to fire a gun?" Mukuro sighed, picking up her gun and squinting at her surroundings. Searching for any signs of danger.

"Let me guess, this is nothing like that?" (F/N) deadpanned, Mukuro nodded with a small blush on her face, just now understanding how close she was to him.

"Exactly, it's a lot easier but less deadly. Very ineffective." Mukuro mumbled, looking at her gun in annoyance but also relief.

"I don't think it's meant to hurt people, you know you can relax and have fun sometimes." She furrowed her brows at (F/N)'s comment, he just shrugged. "If you aren't enjoying it we can just leave, maybe some sparring will be fun." Mukuro's eyes widened.

"No it's fine, it's always enjoyable when I'm with you-" She went pink for a second then continued. "But, I don't know how to... Have fun? I can feel it but I can't... I don't know." The gun was discarded as Mukuro put her hands over her head, embarrassed and filled with a fuzzy feeling that was common with (F/N), but was far stronger in this occasion.

"Mukuro, do... Uhm, do you love me?" He whispered, staring into her eyes with a newfound shyness, (F/N) stuttered for a second before adding "Junko just told me you wanted to invite me for a date! She could've been lying and might just meant in a friend way but I just wanted to ask because it would be awkward if you did and nobody done anything because I do as well you're really awesome and stuff plus way out of my league and-" Mukuro put a finger over his lips, feeling her own slightly twitch up into a half smile.

"I don't understand emotions well, but with you, I believe what I am feeling is love. And, even if I'm wrong, I would still like to be your... Girlfriend." She muttered, leaning in closer as she lowered her finger, (F/N)'s face felt hotter even if it didn't show, he leaned in as well. Jumping as the helmet prevented them from kissing. He felt a laugh bubble in his throat, covering his mouth while Mukuro looked down awkwardly.

Suddenly, they felt two fake shots at their backs.

HADES - MASTERLIST

Accompanying WHAT / WHO I WRITE FOR

Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

SHORT LIST, LINKS BELOW: HADES, HADES 2

HADES

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HADES 2

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LACKADAISY - WHAT / WHO I WRITE FOR

Accompanying MASTERLIST

Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

Calvin ' Freckle ' McMurray

Dorian ' Zib ' Zibowski

Ivy Pepper

Mitzi May

Mordecai Heller

Nicodeme ' Nico ' Savoy

Roark ' Rocky ' Rickaby

Sedgwick ' Wick ' Sable

Serafine Savoy

Viktor Vasko

Virgil

SEDUCE ME: THE OTOME - MASTERLIST

Accompanying WHAT / WHO I WRITE FOR

Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

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LIFE IS STRANGE - WHAT / WHO I WRITE FOR

Accompanying MASTERLIST

Dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

SHORT LIST, CHARACTERS BELOW: LIFE IS STRANGE, BEFORE THE STORM, LIFE IS STRANGE 2, TRUE COLOURS

LIFE IS STRANGE

Chloe Elizabeth Price

Maxine 'Max ' Caulfield

Kate Beverly Marsh

Victoria Maribeth Chase

Warren Graham

Francis Bowers

BEFORE THE STORM

Chloe Elizabeth Price

Rachel Dawn Amber

Nathan Joshua Prescott

Stephanie Gingrich

Francis Bowers

Samantha Myers

Andrew North

Micheal North

LIFE IS STRANGE 2

Daniel Felipe Diaz

Sean Eduardo Diaz

Finnegan 'Finn' McNamara

Lucy Rose Jones 'Cassidy'

TRUE COLOURS

Alexandra 'Alex' Chen

Gabriel 'Gabe' Chen

Ryan Lucan

Stephanie Gingrich

HEYYYYY.. so like ive become a recent angst addict and like. . Bucky x reader angst?? Maybe they're recently engaged and reader is unsure because of things like not being included in a lot of pivotal moments in his life and that he looks at natalia just a little too long for readers liking?? And just this big dialogue of them two arguing.. and NO comfort at the end, make that shit HURT. He's begging, sobbing and like hiccuping on his knees it's that bad, reader is crying too, but they hand bucky the ring

Man idk i just need more gut wrenching angst rn it evokes such a mmmmmm emotion

MARVEL RIVALS - Bucky's Relationship Troubles

NOTES

I'm literally awful at writing angst and relationships are hard to understand, especially when it comes to jealousy and all that, and I guess both Bucky and Reader are meant to be in the wrong for this one? I don't know, I find his character hard, so... (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

Btw shameless plug for my DIVA who streams on Twitch link here

The moment that your heart felt so warm and happy tears fell from your eyes finds itself in your brain whenever you laid eyes on him, and it always used to beat so hard every morning after morning that it almost felt like a regular side effect of waking up. It doesn't feel like that anymore, no. But even then, the moment he knelt down on one knee and popped open that ring box replays in your mind every morning, every evening, every night. Ever since it happened, it's been all you could think about.

That's why it became so noticeable when those happy, excited feelings began to sour and churn inside of you, when that warmth burned into a deep, aching jealousy that consumed every single happy memory of yours together. Now, you can't feel happy when you look at him. Because you hardly ever look at him.

You understand he has duties, responsibilities, and he can't just drop them for you at a lazy request, but his actions don't exactly speak 'loyal future husband' to you. The constant missions, which you swear were never this bad, the fact he always spends his time around Natasha, his gaze warm and his tone friendly, it makes you so, so unnecessarily angry. Instead of fluttering butterflies in your stomach, all you find yourself feeling is a pain in your palm from clenching your fist too hard.

Far louder, far more aggressive even, than usual, you tap your foot against the ground. Sat on the couch, your shared couch, from your shared apartment, you feel like a stranger to Bucky. Because he, your soon to be husband, isn't home at the right time. Again.

The paranoia about what could even be happening drives you crazy, your eyes flicking between the clock on the wall, ticking, ticking, always ticking, and the door that never seems to open without your interference. It's never him coming home if you're not there to open the door for him first, only him leaving for days, weeks, months on end.

Doesn't the thought of leaving you eat him up inside of you, too? Doesn't the thought of you all alone make him want to take a damn break, for once? To just lay down, to feel your skin against his, however damn rough and weathered it may be. Or, are you the one in the wrong? The paranoid spouse? The jealous spouse? Overthinking every interaction with any friends he may have, overthinking every second he isn't in your arms?

Maybe you are.

But maybe Bucky isn't the one for you, not if the promise of commitment and marriage won't make him sit next to you for dinner for longer than a week at a time.

When you hear those heavy boots, that weathered sigh, you know that he's home. In a weird way, it makes you feel comfortable, it makes your body relax slightly, but your mind is still racing, even if that itch for him to be in your presence is satiated. Then comes the soft jingling of metal as he slides the apartment key in, turning it right and creaking the door open.

Bucky always looks slightly uncomfortable, and you suppose he has a reason to, even without the trauma of H.Y.D.R.A, he's grown older, he's been through more eras than any human should, and he'll always feel out of place. His shaggy hair falls in front of his face, his tired eyes downcast until they flick up, noticing you. For a moment, for a swift, fleeting moment, you think he looks almost happy.

"You're up late." Bucky comments lightly, his throat rasped as he turns his back to you to shut the door and lock it, pocketing the key afterwards.

"You're out late." You mutter, words almost somber, far meeker than you had meant for them to come out, hardly audible to you over the sound of your racing heartbeat. Is this the day you do it? The day you confront him? You shouldn't be so nervous then. You should be firm in your decision.

In response he lets out a heavy sigh, his back turned to you, his shoulders rising and falling. He knows where this is going. This conversation has happened before, after all. The late night arguments over Natasha, the glares when she calls to inform him of a mission, the unbridled fury you feel whenever she steps foot in your house, it's never been resolved. Only silenced.

"I was on a mission." Bucky says, looking back at you, the mask he wears hiding half of his face, but you know that he's frowning, the slight furrow in his brows gives that way. "I told you about it."

"You told me it would be quick." You firmly say, leaning back on the couch and crossing your arms. He was with Natasha. The beautiful, strong, intelligent woman who you can't help but envy. He was with her. Not you. All night.

"You can't plan these things." He snaps back, turning around fully and taking steps towards you, crossing his own arms. For a moment, you think he'll actually argue back, give a full defense, but instead his eyes soften and he motions towards your phone sat idly on the coffee table. "Are we getting takeout tonight?"

"Are you kidding?" You huff, a smile of disbelief growing on your lips, your nose scrunching as a snarl threatens to unveil itself. "You were out all night with her and you're asking about takeout?"

Immediately, Bucky gives you a look. It's not cold, it's not anger, no, it's more so just disappointment. The two of you have had conversations about this before, what couple hasn't? He spends time with a woman who has fiery red hair and a body to die for, what person wouldn't get jealous? Bucky's always assured you that him and Natasha have never and will never be together, that he doesn't love her, but you're having second thoughts.

"I thought we settled this..." He gruffly murmurs, his brows furrowing as his hand comes up to his nose, pinching the bridge.

"Well, clearly we didn't!" You rise from the couch, planting your feet into the hard wood of your apartment floor, your hands resting on your hips. "I've already had dinner, considering that it's almost one in the morning." Every word is accentuated, pointed, driving home your ever building fury, brows furrowed as your lips curl. It's not his fault, it's not his fault, you're sick of saying that to yourself. Bucky needs to hear what you have to say. "That nice chicken you like? I made it for you tonight, I thought we could've had a date, but instead you spent almost twice as long as you said you would."

Almost yelling now, your voice rising, your face veins burning, he still looks tired. He doesn't look guilty, he doesn't even look sorry. "It's in the microwave." You add, hoping to try and get him to just feel something, to say something.

"I'm sorry, I'm busy, I know. I'm not here as often as I'd- as you'd like, but you knew what you were getting into when we started this relationship. I told you-" Bucky begins, his arm falling to his side as his brown eyes flick up to meet yours, those soft, aching eyes you've always loved to stare into. Today, looking at his eyes just makes you feel sick. Every word, every excuse, it makes your head spin, your hands trembling.

"You didn't tell me you'd spend all day around her and leave me alone!" You blurt out loudly, your voice breaking from the sheer emotion. "You said you'd be busy with work, not with Natasha!"

Bucky's face twists slightly, taken aback at your accusation of cheating. Even if it's not outright, it's pretty obvious what your words mean, and he isn't angry, no, he seems almost like he pities you. The thought only enrages you more. "It's not like that, she's helped me through a lot-"

"And I haven't?" You hiss, his heavy boots thump against the floor as he takes a step closer to you.

"You're not even letting me speak." He sighs, holding out a hand, a peace offering, something you can choose to take.

You don't.

Instead, your own hand comes crashing down onto his, slapping it away.

"So speak. Defend yourself." You cross your arms, winding them tightly around your body as if a shield against anything he could say or do, any protests, any promises, any lies. They won't get to you. Not today. It only takes a moment for you to grow impatient. "Go on!"

Bucky closes his eyes for a moment, sucking in a deep breath before he even thinks of speaking, his voice quieter, more hushed. It's as if he's telling you a secret. "In this business, you don't know when your closest allies will die. It's best to either not get attached, or to make damn sure you spend as much time as possible with them. We're not together, we don't have feelings for one another, we never will. Natasha is an ally, a trusted one, but she'll never be you."

His words are almost enough to comfort you. Almost. Fury still burns bright, and you can't help but pick apart every single vowel that tumbles out of his mouth. "She'll never be me but you spend all of your time with her? None with me?" You scoff, shaking your head sharply. "Maybe you'd be better off with Natasha. She's clearly doing something I'm not to make you care about her."

Your words seem to ignite something in Bucky, his eyes sharpening slightly. "I do care about you". He firmly spits out, clenching his metal fist. "Don't try to say I haven't done everything I can for you."

"You evidently haven't!" You throw your hands up in the air exasperatedly, your breaths coming out in short huffs as you try to collect yourself. But, it's impossible when he's standing here, trying to act like he's completely innocent.

Confidence hits you like a semi-truck, and you find yourself finally putting your foot down. "You know what, I can't do this. Get out."

"Excuse me?" He grunts, taken aback.

"You heard me. This is my apartment, I just let you move in. You have the avengers, just go to them." Every word is said like a simple suggestion, almost like you're an amused colleague giving work advice, not a scorned spouse.

"No, you're not kicking me out just because you want to avoid-"

"Get out!" With a sudden burst of energy, you slam both hands forward, trying to push him out of your apartment. It doesn't get him far, and he primarily stumbles from the shock that you'd even push him in the first place, but he realises quickly that you're serious. Dead serious. "Just leave!" And to prove that you are, you do the unthinkable. Fingers grasping the wedding ring around your finger, you slip it off and throw it full force at his chest. It bounces pathetically to the floor.

Bucky seems to be frozen for a moment, his eyes desperate, then cold, then afraid, then angry, then... Hopeless. He seems stuck, alone, unsure, and it takes the clattering of metal for him to be thrust out of that state of mind. "You know what." He mutters, voice a low croak. "Fine." His own hand reaches for his keys, evidently not around the ring on his finger, and he turns around sharply, shoving the key in and twisting it with so much force that you're surprised it doesn't break in two. "I know where I'm not wanted." With one last thump of his boots, the keys land sharply on the ground and the door is slammed shut.

AVATAR : WAY OF WATER with a Moth from Sky Children of the light Pt. One.2

Prologue - Part One.1

Inspired by : @dizzythediasy

Characters included : The Sully family, Spider and Norm Spellman. Mention of Grace and Eywa.

Pronouns used : They / Them

Note(s) : Writers block is hitting hard, if there's any inconsistencies please tell me so I can correct them. Na'vi language in bold.

The Sully family stood by the child sleeping soundly in Kiri's lap, given they seemed to have an iron grip and refused to let go of her, they all chose to sit and wait for the young one to wake up. When the scientists had tried removing their small wooden mask on the outside of the lab, they thrashed and seemed to be uncomfterable with the thought, constantly slapping and hitting the oxygen mask that would drift their way. Norm let them have their mask, as long as he got to make sure they could properly breathe.

"They aren't a human." Norm said, who looked at confusion at the snoring one. At first most in the room had believed they were just a strange looking sky person, but Jake and Norm confirmed that to not be the case.

"Then what could they be? Another creation, like dreamwalkers?" Neytiri looked between Norm and Jake in fear for her clans safety, while she wasn't opposed to leaving them behind if they proved to be difficult, she has compassion. Jake hmm'd.

"No, I do not think so. They do not seem human at all, science can only be based on existing DNA, neither me or Norm have seen anything like this before." He insisted, sighing and gently holding Neytiri's hand. "We should teach them our ways, they don't seem to have relation to sky people." Neytiri was reminded of her and Jake's time, still unsure, she sighed and gently wrapped an arm around him.

"We shall see, ma jake. We shall see."

Kiri moved to sit atop her mothers tank, carefully placing you in her lap and gently playing with your hair. Speaking to Lo'ak, Neteyam, Tuk and Spider while their parents spoke with Norm about you on the other side of the lab. Unconsciously, you began moving your head from side to side, slowly opening your eyes. They trailed up at your comfterable pillow to see brilliant blue skin and shining yellow eyes, shyly, your finger moved upwards and gently poked her cheek. Kiri smiled and laughed, and so you done it again.

"They seem to like you." Lo'ak laughed at your actions, leaning against Grace's Avatar's tank and grinning at your curious eyes that bore into him as he spoke.

Tuktirey noticed the new attention on you and ran over to her sisters side, her sharp fangs showing as she smiled brightly. You tilted your head and gently put your hands on her cheek, squishing them. All the siblings melted at the adorable interaction, her hands moving to your cheeks and squishing them yourself. The boys laughing as you tugged on Kiri's tail when it entered your point of view.

Three pairs of footsteps and a masculine cough quieted the laughter, only Tuk and you still curiously poking each other. Too enraptured in childhood innocence to understand your enigma of an appearance.

Your eyes drifted to see two very large Na'vi and an Avatar, though to you, the differences weren't too noticeable. Neytiri picked up the youngest Sully and moved her off Grace's tank to the ground, now Jake was right in front you and Kiri.

"Hello." He whispered, assuming you'd understand him if you were related to humans given English was the most widespread language humans used on Pandora. From what Kiri had told him, she wasn't sure if it was English or her careful and slow actions that'd earned their trust.

Tilting your head, instead of responding you reached a hand out and pinched his nose. Neytiri held a hand over her mouth to silence a laugh. Lo'ak and Neteyam looked at each other and tried to silence their own laughs like their mother, however, the young Tuk didn't have that thought and pointed at her dads wince, loudly laughing. Kiri grinned and tried prying the young ones hand off, who just pinched harder as a result.

"I'm not sure they know English." He quietly spoke, voice nasaly from their pinching of his noise, Neytiri's eyes softened at the adorable sight, hardening when she had a sudden thought.

"Maybe another sky person will be of comfort." Looking down on Spider, motioning for him to go forward. He awkwardly shuffled forward and smiled, trying to appear unthreatening as he moved next to Jake.

"Hello? Uh, the name's Spider." Lo'ak snickered and muttered a 'bro', proceeding to get slapped in the back of the head by Neteyam. You still didn't seem to know what was going on. Grabbing his nose like you did with Jake's, reaching your other hand to said Na'vi, leaning your head to study them and their differences.

"I don't think this is working." Spider's voice, now nasaly, spoke. Kiri laughed and pet your head which tipped up to look at her. Even if you didn't have a mouth, your bright eyes could show a thousand smiles if only for a moment.

While Neytiri had a sudden soft spot for you, she gently held her hand on Jake's shoulder. Words unspoken yet understood perfectly, not only through the couple, but through the entire family. Kiri tapped your hand, making you let go of the poor guys noses.

"We need to talk about this." Neytiri looked between the family, eyes studying your figure with an almost regretful suspicion. Kiri jumped down from the tank, gently trying to pry you off holding onto her torso, but you whined and gripped hard onto her, afraid of being left alone.

"Norm will take care of you, okay?" Kiri freed one of her arms and pointed to the very awkward Avatar, huffing but seemingly satisfied with at least not being left alone, you let go of her and she let you stand on the ground. You held out your hand for Norm to hold, but they could all see your eyes locked into Kiri as she left.

Nobody understood the connection you had with her, you felt like a piece of her and she felt the same way, unsure of what you were but all she knew was that she needed to protect you. Kiri heard Eywas mighty heartbeat thump louder than it ever had when you were with her. Your own heartbeat making you feel as if she was your only home.

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@littleshybunbun

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