pairing: frat boy! chad meeks-martin x fem! bff! reader
summary: you only rushed a sorority for chad’s sake, but you can’t imagine regretting it after the game of capture you get to play one fall night
warnings/tags: requited unrequited love, bittersweet (alleged by tae), skimpy bunny costume, angst and tension filled fluff, friends to lovers, deserves a second part honestly
word count: 2.1k
a.n. : I think this was subconsciously inspired by @ethansluvbot’s pfp of regina george in her bunny costume, so thank you fr!
If someone had told you that you would be where you are right now, maybe a year ago-hell a few months ago, you would’ve laughed in their face. Might have even flushed pink when they detailed your outfit. The fact you were dressed like a bunny, or perhaps the Kappa Deta Pi’s version of a bunny that mostly resembled Regina George’s costume rendition at Halloween.
And you were just about as skittish as an actual bunny as the fluffy white pom-pom attached to your ass rustled in the grass. Currently, you were crouched behind a bush, heart nearly beating out of your fucking chest as you heard the hoots and hollers of the various boys around.
You weren’t the only bunny.
There were plenty of girls hiding around campus or dashing across the trails and parking lots of Blackmore University dressed as bunnies. But every man on campus, or at least everyone trying to get into a frat was a fox. Mind you they just had orange paint stripes over their bare chests, no confection or ball of fur needed to be attached to their ass.
Which only infuriated you on account of feminism and not because you had a bad habit of looking away whenever someone was shirtless. Totally. It made keeping watch difficult. And every five seconds your eyes went blurry with the glitter Tara forced into your eyes inner corner. A thick, pure dazzling white she poked there with her finger after she lined your eyes with dark brown gel eyeliner. Then go so far as to add a pretty bright pink blush to your nose and cheeks, and spread a clear gloss to your lips.
Just that and then you were off, out of the sorority, sprinting across the Blackmore University campus, and running for your furry little life. Immediately feeling your quite exposed ass cheeks freeze in the biting fall wind.
You were just thankful you could keep your knee-high boots, as they were heeled yes, but black leather, thus very warm. They even covered the majority of your stocking-clad legs. The large bunny ears glued right into the headband snug on your head were so tight it was giving you a migraine, especially when you had to double back for them twice because you ran too fast against the early September wind.
You had two hot pink flags on each side of your hip, and no one had touched yours yet. you were free.
You wanted to say you weren’t trying hard or you never usually took these types of childish games seriously but it would be a lie. You take EVERYTHING seriously and your heart is racing so fast on account of the fact you’ve fallen into that cloying and tempting trap of pretending it was real. Like you were truly being hunted like you might die, and it wasn’t too far-fetched with the masked murderer going around NYC. But you tried not to think of that. To think of anything else as you finally saw him.
Chad.
He was nearly gasping as he slowed from his dead sprint, his tanned and built chest rising and falling harshly. The tilted orange stripes were dull when you first saw them on his brown skin, but now they proved stunning in the moonlight. You allowed one glance, a second to note the soft light casting deep shadows across his muscled abdomen, leading your eyes to his sharp v-line dipping past the hem of his dark blue jeans. The sight was past your eye line but not your mind. And sweat was running in perfect droplets down his chest, the veins in his hands prominent as he clenched them, as his eyes darted from tree to bush to tree and bush. Looking for you.
Your heart pounded harder as he stopped dead still, right in front of your bush. A good twenty feet away. But he made you. Thinking of options you noted you could run, but something told you it wouldn’t do you much good.
But if there was one thing that you loved more than escapism through these types of games, it was fucking winning these types of things. So with your hands sliding down your hips, you checked to see if your flags were still there. And with a soft touch, you picked up a rock and chucked it into the bush across from you and watched as his head swerved towards it. As soon as his attention left you, and you no longer felt that hot iron brand to the side of your face, you dashed.
Some might say running in heels was difficult, especially in the platforms you were in that almost made you taller than Chad. They are correct, as you find it is indeed difficult. Especially on grass.
In a mere second, you hear this man catch up to you, your tired heart jumping at the thundering footsteps quickly echoing yours. With one of his strides, being three of yours, truly damning your advantage of being a past track star.
And when thickly muscled arms wrapped around your waist and pull you up like it’s nothing, you scream. Even though you know it’s Chad. Because he wears the same cologne and you saw him spot you. But mostly because he picks you up like it’s nothing always, no matter how many times you say you’re ‘too heavy’ for him to do so. It was the way he was gentle and firm, not yanking you into the air. Instead, it felt like he was helping you there almost.
But the fact his warm sweaty arms were around your bustier-clad middle had your pulse racing as fast as a rabbit’s run.
“Gotcha'” he purred near your ear, laughing as he heard you squeak.
“Chad, put me down!” you lament, voice tired, obviously disappointed too. You had been so fucking close to winning. Hadn’t seen another bunny in hours. But you just heard him hum out a ‘no’.
His hand is now on the back of your plush thighs, your tits pressed firmly against one side of his back, painfully smothered against the strapless push-up set, the underwire digging into your sensitive flesh.
“Chad my boobs will fall out!” you squealed, face beet red, fists pounding sadly at his spine. To no avail. He didn’t even so much as flinch and you knew it was because you never actually hit him hard, you couldn’t even imagine it.
“Sounds like a good time for me. Wanna switch sides so I get a good view?” he asked, voice deep and teasing. But the smug drawl was cut off as the lip of your boot slammed into his bare ribs. And you were laughing into the starry night sky as he huffed out a harsh breath, gripping your thighs higher, almost fully folding over.
“Can’t hurt a man for trying, or I would’ve said that eventually if you didn’t quickly prove that you would indeed hurt a man for trying.” He rasped, voice fake pained. Back in the teasing sing-song tone that made your eye twitch.
Then he ripped the flags off your hips, pausing for a second as if to soothe the area there, hand firm and warm against your cold rear, your face flushing at the soft caress. And you just gave up. Honestly, truly, gave up, as he carried you across the vast freshly cut fields and through twisting trails, hell half the quad as other partygoers watched and laughed at the sight. But it wasn’t mean-spirited like you expected, it was almost camaraderie, but you still felt a bit like a child in time out. Helped by your huffing as you rubbed at the glitter in your eyes, sick of the burning it caused you. Hating the pain in your spine from the slumped-over posture. But as Chad reached his dorm and dashed up the stairs, to the very obvious approval of his frat mates, if their whoops and smirks were any consolation, you stopped whining about it.
Just taking the bouncing of your tits and head against his back in stride. Soft and feverish cheek smushed to his shoulder blade, just focusing on the ground beneath you, tracing the tattoos you could reach on his back. It’s almost an unconscious action if you could ever touch him and not be fully aware of it. But you couldn’t.
You had been in love with him for years, and although he was an affectionate person, his touch never ceased to give you jitters. No matter how many years passed, it had been thirteen. It never failed to make your stomach flip so quickly and suddenly you’d think you were on a rollercoaster that just dropped 3 stories in height.
“So, are you planning on skinning and eating me?” You muse, one hand propping up your cheek, elbow purposefully digging into his muscled shoulder hard. He laughed a beautiful sound that had your cold thighs squeezing together.
“If that means I get to see you naked, then yeah.”
“Chad!” You yell, going to kick out at him again before he flipped you back over to his chest, cradling you like one might a bride, your boobs pressed harshly against the side of his chest, nearly spilling out of the small cups.
“Okay, so you caught me..” you roll your eyes hard, trying to play along, knowing he wouldn’t drop it without your playing it up. “Whatever will you do with me now, Mr. Fox?”
He snorted, hoisting your ass under one arm and fiddling with his dorm keys in the other, his own heart skipping at your gasp at the action, your soft and perfect arms thrown casually around his neck in a vice grip.
“I understand why they took away your barking privileges when you played Nana in Peter Pan that one year. Your acting sucks.” he laughs, smiling down at your scowling self, trying desperately to take you seriously with the soft white bunny ears on your head. But it was difficult, what with them being all fluffy and big, with a hot pink center, the right one folded over slightly for optimal effect.
“Whatever. I wanna go home and shower, Chad. Been running from sweaty dudes all night.” Your eyes fall to the carpeted floor, now actually glad he was carrying you, not wanting to get your nice leather boots sticky with whatever marred the boy’s dorm carpet. You could only imagine. And instead of taking the bait to tease you, flirty personality stroked, he went quiet.
“You are home,” he said, voice soft, no ounce of teasing there and your gaze shot to him. And you felt yourself swallow hard, blinking back tears you would have sworn came from the glitter.
“Is this your not-so-subtle way of asking me to stay over?” You tease, heart, pounding a mile a minute, feeling sweat trickle down your neck, sticking your hair to your shoulders as you tilted your head up at him, curious and waiting. Soft and sure, gentle. No judgment there. From the warmth in his eyes, he knew that.
“Yes. And figured I earned it since I caught you. Plus you’ve been working too hard lately. You need rest.”
The tears fall now as his words swallow you whole, making that tension building for weeks, bunched in your shoulders subside. You could only sniffle and nod, understanding the truth in his words. The reality. You had been running yourself into the ground with club applications, sorority pledges and rush, all of it too much.
“You’re right. Just this once,” you nodded slowly and sincerely, “I’m surprised too.”
Chad rolled his eyes so hard that you laughed through your tears. “Okay. Am I sharing your bed, or camping out on the floor? Or is your roomie home, the cute one?”
He scoffed, hand pressed to his bare striped chest in mock offence. “I am the cute one, not Ethan Landry.” he bit, pushing open the door and stepping inside over the frame with you still in his arms. It felt a little like you had just been married, but you dashed that thought down before it could truly take hold.
“Sure. whatever you wanna believe..” you coo, eyes narrowed in mockery.
He just shook his head, glancing up at the clock on the far wall. “He’ll be gone 'till two am. Can get out a movie, shower and get to bed before then, huh?”
Nodding, you flushed deeply as he handed you a basket he kept on his desk. Eyes widened as you took in its contents. It had your glasses container (your spare), contacts, tampons, pads, Burt’s Bees chapstick (wild cherry) and your favourite makeup wipes. You smiled wide at him.
“This is giving relationship.. like you really like your bestie.”
He shook his head quickly, cheeks heating under your teasing tone. “No.”
“Ehhh I don’t know, this is giving no commitment issues actually. it’s giving I want you in my dorm and life so much, I made a special box of your stuff for you.”
“It’s giving all that?” he mocked, glancing at the tiny basket cradled in your lap, but you just nodded firmly, lips pursed in surety.
“We’ll then maybe it’s accurate…” he whispered, breath soft.
And you felt like you had been punched, mouth agape in shock for a mere moment before you pulled it together as your head spun. “Then let me shower before this glitter makes me fully blind.” You groan, throwing in the last bit because you know he’d give his ever so clever and original ‘you’re already kinda blind’ without it.
And you hate that you loved him for it. Hate that you loved him period. Hate that you wanted him so much it ached, that it made tears spring to your eyes when you thought of it at home in your dorm.
Knowing that after your shower in his bathroom, you would steal his shirt and boxers and crawl into his twin-size bed, the laptop screen lighting up the room as he pulled you in closer by the waist, his face half in the bend of your neck and half watching the screen. Bare chest pressed against his oversized shirt he lent you. It made you so excited you might actually scream. But you knew from the many past experiences so similar to this one, that it was hard to fall asleep like that. When you were surrounded in sheets that smelled like him, generally surrounded by him, with his bare arms around you. In those moments it was hard to deny you wanted him. And you needed to because he was your best friend.
“Oh my! Neytiri.” You bowed, seeing the clan leader in your home. Her eyes were sad but she maintained her stotic and respectable posture. “Come back.” She said.
You tilted your head, playing dumb as to what she was referring to.
“Come back to Jake. He needs you.”
“Neytiri…I can't…i've defiled your marriage too-”
“Stop with the righteous act you've already fucked him!” She snapped. Her eyes softened, noticing your shocked face. “He can't sleep without you Y/n. He can't breathe, he can't…he can't… he can't lead the clan without you pulling the strings.”
Your stomach sunk, hearing how bad Jakes condition was. There was no way he loved you that much. Did he?
“I need to make peace with myself.” You turned your back on Neytiri.
“You're gonna make your peace at the expense of your lover's happiness?” Neytiri questioned. You turned around and began to speak but the na’vi hissed.
“Come back. Fix it.”
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You walked into the main room of Jake and Neytiris home. The house was clean but loveless, you could feel the dread that lingered for weeks in this home.
Neytiri led you to the room, where a hammock hung separate from the other. A large figure laid in one of them, back facing the world and breaths silent and short.
“I'll leave you two.” Neytiri excused herself.
You slowly approached, not wanting to trigger any emotion bombs. “Jake get up.” You said once you stood over him. He said nothing, but laid still. He was indeed listening, but this wasn't enough to get him up and out.
“I said get up dammit!” You pulled the hammock aside and watched as he turned around, looking at you with agitated and sunken eyes. “Don't act like you don't want me here.”
“I don't.”
“Bullshit.”
Jake laid silent.
“Fine.” You pivoted on your heels but were quickly grabbed by Jake. He had sat up and pulled you into his lap, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I didn't mean it. I didn't. I'm sorry.”
You sighed and allowed his hands to embrace your waist and hold you tightly against him, scared of you walking out again.
“Why would you leave me?”
You sighed. “It was time for you to be a man. And in that world I am not apart of that.”
“I am no man without you!” He hissed.
“Don't say that.”
“I would renounce being Olo'eyktan for you. No clan. No wife. Just me and you.” He pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder, soft and tender like he always did.
“Jake.” Your eyes began to water. “I told you this wasn't right. I told you that we needed to move on, but you just keep-” You let out a strangled cry, displaying your frustration to Jake. He always made these promises, knowing that he would never actually do so.
“I need you. Y/n. Now that I know how life is with you, I can't live one without you.”
You turned around and looked at him with watery eyes. Pathetic. He was pathetic, you were as well. His eyes were filled with hope, and you saw the glint of optimism that you would come back.
“We can continue to fuck up together. And eventually if you do fall out of love with me we can…make some sort of arrangement or plan. But for now let me enjoy you, allow me to be in your presence.”
You sighed deeply, slightly disappointed in yourself for folding so easily.
you can always send me anons. you can always come to my inbox and freak out about my character and your feels about them. you can always throw “okay but picture this” or “this is my headcanon” asks at me. you can always send asks, even when i don’t ask for them. THAT IS ALWAYS OKAY
the lowdown — neytiri’s his first love, but you’re his forever…he swears.
the who — jake sully x fem omatikaya!reader
the word count — 3.2k
the tags & warnings — possible language, she fell first / he fell harder, first love / last love, arguable tension
the notes — based on this request ! ideally this takes place before anyone dies & everyone is happy :)
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You and Jake have always been a sticky situation.
Because it didn’t always start with the two of you. At first, he had eyes for someone else, could only bear the thought of being with one person in the whole of Pandora, and that came in the form of the clan’s most important daughter. And you watched from the outskirts, watched as lessons in life turned into lessons of love.
To be frank, you don’t know when the adoration started, when the feelings began to bloom. Your heart was arid territory, but the seeds were planted and the roots were festering.
Maybe it was his dedication to the people, spirit one with the village. He was allegiant to Pandora down to every last blade of grass, every leaf, every insect. And he was kind, offered his heart and full efforts to every endeavor.
You admired him silently, learned to love him quietly, even as the passion between him and Neytiri swelled until it was ready to burst.
You hadn’t really realized that he’d noticed you until one day nestled among the trees.
“Is this where you disappear to everyday?”
Your neck swivels so hard, you almost get whiplash. The project you’re working on, another satchel to replace your own, bunched tight in your fists as your eyes scan the expanse of forest floor wildly.
Jake stands a few meters below, hand resting casually on the hilt of the dagger strapped across his broadening chest.
All that sounds in the quiet between you is the bobbing of your throat as you swallow, eyes wide and unblinking.
“You don’t really talk much, do you?”
You suppose you don’t, not when you’re used to blending into the edges, spending your days lounging around village grounds and finding odd and ends to tend to.
“Nothing?” Jake presses, weight shifting as he peers up at you.
“Not everyday,” is your only response, still unmoving from your perch on the branch.
Jake only nods, conversation coming to a painfully quick lull.
“What are you up to?” he prods, shifting again.
“A bag.”
Your cheeks are warm under his unrelenting gaze, mouth dry because you’ve spent months admiring him from afar, watching him slowly meld into becoming one of the people.
“A bag,” he repeats.
You nod.
He lets out a puff of air that sounds an awful like a humorless laugh and he scratches the back of his neck. He’s folding his cards first this time around, unsure of how to trod such uncertain territory with you.
“See you around, ________,” he says, giving you a playful salute as he peels away.
Your heart skips as he saunters off, timbre of his voice sweet around your name.
Jake continues to find you in that spot often.
Graduated from holding brief conversations from different elevations to propping against adjacent branches enjoying your company, he comes to find out that you're awfully shy.
Painfully so. But when he makes you laugh, and you timidly smile with full heart, he feels your facade crumbling.
And as chance meetings after duties turn into promises, you can’t help but wonder what's changed. Every moment with you means a moment unspent with his lover. It makes equal parts pride and dread swell in the pit of your stomach.
Whispers about him ripple through the village, that he’s learning quickly, catching onto the way of the people with great ease. There’s talk of a ceremony, of accepting him as one. It makes something sour, bitter, curdle inside of you in the ugliest way possible.
Because a ceremony means selection and selection means solidifying the relationship he has with the leader’s daughter. It means no more limbo and the time you’ve spent trying to guard your wanting heart is shot to shit.
It considerably dampens your mood, something that takes Jake a mere glance over your body language to read.
“Something’s bothering you,” he observes, head tilting to the side.
You bite the inside of your lip, eyes golden and gooey. They’re the only thing that betrays the stoic expression that colors the carve of your jaw and the curve of your cheekbones.
It takes every ounce of effort to not visibly melt at the way you carry yourself.
He doesn’t know when it started with you, how you could have possibly caught his attention when all you did was wash out in the background, bleed through the edges. But you had. Had captured his attention enough for him to second guess such a fleeting barrage of emotions when it came to the future tsahik.
Neytiri was a force to be reckoned with, but you were a gentle gust of embracing wind. Jake didn’t feel any pressure with you, didn’t feel like he was wearing the skin of someone else. He felt like him.
“Our time will end,” is all you say.
It takes him a moment, but he notices the slick of your lashes, the almost imperceptible hiccup.
His five-fingered hand cradles your chin, and for the briefest of breaths, you want to ease away, want to put as much distance as you could between you and the very one who has the power to nurture and shatter your heart all the same. But something glimmers like liquid gold in Jake’s eyes and you crumple.
“Why is that?” he whispers. “What makes you say so?”
“Do you think I’m a fool?” you ask.
There is no malice in your tone, only a lingering thread of defeat.
“Far from it,” Jake answers, nudging you to meet his gaze when your eyes flicker away. “You are the most intelligent and capable person I know.”
Your breath hitches and you swallow down a petulant rebuttal.
“I hear what they say about you, Jake Sully,” you say lightly. “They want to make you one of us.”
A gentle smile twitches upon his lips, something triumphant flickering over his features.
“You against it?” he asks, eyebrows quirking.
You shake your head, fingers wrapping around his wrist to guide his hand from your face. When you try to pull away, he threads your digits together, tugging you so that you shift closer to him.
“You do great things for the Omatikaya,” you say. “They are very proud of you.”
“Are you?” he presses.
“Am I what?” you ask, voice caught in your throat.
Jake draws you impossibly closer. You can make out the constellations of blemishes on his face, the smattering of glowing freckles across the expanse of his muscled chest.
“Are you proud of me?” he wonders.
It’s a loaded question, one that makes a shiver rip down your spine and your cheeks to warm.
Of course you were proud of him. You’d watched him from afar for far too long, had seen every accomplishment, every failure. Had seen the spectrum of his emotions, every jubilant moment and bouts of discouragement.
“Yes,” you answer simply. “Very.”
The smile that cracks the lush of his mouth makes you swallow hard.
“Good,” he hums. “I’m glad.”
He’s searching your face, eyes glazed as he takes in all of you before him. The silence is thick, pierceable by the bluntest of edges. When you show no intentions of breaking the quiet, Jake speaks again.
“Now tell me,” he says, voice rumbling in his chest. “Why is our time ending?”
Your lips purse and something like annoyance shutters over your pretty face.
“The tsahik’s daughter has made her intentions with you very clear,” you say, trying to sweeten the acidic words on your tongue. “You cannot waste anymore moments with the likes of me.”
Jake bites back the widening of his smile, but he can’t help it, not when this encounter solidifies every suspicion he’s had about you and him.
“You’re right,” he says simply. “Neytiri’s asked her parents for their blessing for us.”
You try not to let the disdain cloud your features, try to tamp down the twitch of your frown, but you can’t get anything past him, not when Jake’s favorite subject to study is you.
“I’m sure they are delighted,” you respond, making a move to peel your fingers from his.
Your chest is tightening and your vision is clouding.
His grip squeezes and the film of tears that sheen your eyes makes his heart go soft.
“They do approve,” he adds, pausing to pick his next words carefully. “But…”
Your gaze flicks to meet his again, heart stuttering when you find that his gaze hasn't left your form. His eyes are mapping every one of your features, pausing a moment too long on your lips.
Your cheeks blaze.
“But?” you fill.
“I refused,” he replies thoughtfully.
He could laugh, the way your lips part, brow bones shooting up as your eyes blow wide.
“Why would you–”
“My heart belongs to someone else,” he finally admits. “It has for a long time and it was stupid of me to think that I could ignore it.”
“Oh—” Your breath hitches.
“But I can only act on my heart if she’ll have me,” he says, searching your eyes.
“Do you think she—”
Jake breathes out a laugh, tugs you so that your front presses against his, close enough to feel the fan of his breath against your lips, to smell the delicious spice of bathing herbs clinging to his balmy skin.
“You’re torturing me here,” he groans, throwing his head back.
You see the way his Adam's apple bobs and you fidget in your seat.
“I—”
“Jesus Christ, love, put me out of my misery and tell me you’ll have me, please.”
You only manage a noise of surprise before his hand cups the back of your neck to guide you forward, lips pressing desperately against yours. His mouth is warm and when he leans into you, you taste the sweetness of berries on his tongue.
His hands wander, gliding over the smooth expanse of your flesh like he’s committing every curve and edge of your body to his memory.
“Wait, wait,” you whisper breathlessly. “What about Neytiri? She… She loves you.”
Jake’s dazed, disoriented because the taste of you makes him far more delirious than he’d expected.
He presses his forehead against your own.
“She’s got nothing on you, angel.”
Everything shifts on its axis after that, but there’s one thing in particular that remains—the seed of doubt that had rooted that sunny day under the canopy of the jungle’s oversized leaves.
Perhaps you’re being cynical, a little paranoid, but Jake’s yet to claim you before Ewya despite officially becoming one with the people. And you could stomach it, the idea that maybe he’s just prioritizing a smooth shift into life with the clan, but lately he’s been sneaking around, blowing you off.
You don’t want to give that niggling feeling of insecurity any stock, not when he’s so lovely to you when you two are intertwined, but you happen upon them by chance and you feel stupid. It was silly, really, to expect Jake to cut ties so abruptly when his fickle heart used to all but thrum for the future tsahik.
They laugh on the embankment, sitting a little too close for comfort.You want to look away, tell yourself that you’re being too much, but he hesitantly tucks a braid behind her ear and your breath hitches in tandem with hers.
You can’t force yourself to expel the breath in your lungs, eyes locked on their figures like your pupils are tethered.
You wish you didn’t stick around, wish you’d just continue on in ignorance, because as Jake leans to give Neytiri a closer look at whatever he’s toying with in his hands, the distance starts closing between them.
They look like they belong together, two bodies that perfectly fuse.
“Oh—” You hadn’t meant to make a sound, wanted to escape quietly, but just as easily as the breadth between the two of them had closed, a chasm forms between their lithe bodies.
“________?” he calls, voice layered with alarm.
You turn on your heel, pushing through the curling foliage with blurring vision.
“Hey, ________, wait!” he calls out, feet splashing from the water as he climbs from where he’d been sitting with his ankles plunged beneath the surface.
When his footfalls fast approach and his fingers wrap around the width of your forearm, you quickly dash away the pooling tears before turning to face him head on.
“What’s wrong?” he whispers, cupping your rounded cheeks in his palms.
His fingertips glide down the length of your neck, brushing over your shoulders as he examines you.
You shake your head quickly, forcing down the insecurity that bubbles hot like magma under your burning skin.
“Nothing,” you say, clearing your throat before finally meeting his worried gaze.
“Oh, come on,” he sighs, pushing the hair from your face to take a better look. “It’s just me, ________. You can tell me the truth.”
You lick your drying lips before gently breaking away from him.
“It’s nothing, Jake,” you reassure him with a small smile. “I’m just being silly.”
He opens his mouth to protest, taking a step towards you.
“Jake Sully!” Tsu’tey’s voice thunders through the forest as he claps a hand down on his comrade’s shoulder.
Jake turns a warning eye towards him, mutters that now isn’t the time as he swats his hands away, but when he turns to face you, you’re gone.
You feel guilty.
Guilty because you fear that you’ve blown things way out of proportion, guilty because Jake’s reserved to giving you your space after another failed attempt at coaxing you from your shell. And infinitely so because he holds you close, when your breathing is steady and you drift in and out of sleep. You hear him, like the gentlest of lullabies.
I love you.
It haunts you, those three words. And you guess you’re no better than him. The weight of solidifying your union before Ewya is a heavy one, Jake knows this. But such human words weigh the same to him. And you know that to hear such a lofty sentiment rasp from your soft voice is all he could ever want.
“He is at his wit’s end, you know?”
You pause your laundering, allowing your loincloths and woven tops to sink back to the shallow bed of the river. When you crane your neck to find the source of the voice, you’re surprised to find Neytiri leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree.
Your response is delayed.
“...Huh?”
“Jake,” she says simply, and your cheeks warm. “You worry him.”
You turn back to your chore, spine stiffening when something rustles and Neytiri moves to sit next to you.
“May I?” she asks, reaching for one of your intricately beaded tops.
“Okay,” you whisper, unable to meet her sharp gaze.
“I was hurt when he denied my parent’s blessing,” she says casually, like the thought alone doesn’t make your heart ache for the tsahik’s daughter. You can’t help it. “But I wasn’t surprised.”
Your head snaps up, meeting her eyes reluctantly.
“When I first brought him back to the village,” she says, wringing the corded fabric. “You caught his eye, but you didn’t even glance his way.”
And truthfully, you hadn’t. Dreamwalkers were trouble and you had no intention of ever crossing paths with him. But then you began to see more and more of him, began to feel the weight of his presence on the village and you couldn’t help but give into the fall.
“He started asking about you,” she laughs quietly. “Every time he’d see you. Said that you never paid him any mind no matter how close he got.”
You roll your lips nervously, watching the way she reaches for another one of your garments and washes with increasing frustration. You almost miss the tears welling in her eyes.
“I wished for so long that he would let it go, let you go, but you have a hold on him, ________,” she rasps.
You blink in disbelief, shaky fingers reaching to touch her own.
Her face tilts towards yours and her grip on the fabric loosens.
“Jake Sully is a good man,” she whispers. “Don’t waste something good because you are scared. It will not only be a disservice to him or me, but yourself.”
You swallow, nodding slowly.
“I’m–” you take in a shuddering breath as your head bows. “I’m sorry.”
A wet hand comes up to your cheek.
“Don’t be sorry,” Neytiri coos. “Just be grateful. Be fearless. It is Eywa’s will.”
Jake almost thinks you’re a vision when he sees you making quick strides towards him. He breaks away from the circle of villagers just as you press yourself into his chest and those not privy to his relationship with you watch with widened eyes.
“Hi,” he breathes, combing his fingers through your hair. “Hi.”
You don’t say anything, arms looping around the narrow of his waist as he throws an apologetic look over his shoulder and walks the two of you towards a quiet area outside of the circle.
“Everything alright?” he asks, trying to peel you away from where you’ve buried your face in his chest.
You mumble something unintelligible, something that makes his ears prick hard to hear, but your cheeks are hot and you aren’t sure if you can handle seeing his softened eyes as you utter the words.
“What?” he asks, pulling away enough to see the flush across your face.
“Said Iloveyou,” you murmur.
He freezes, like his brain is short circuiting when he pieces the words together.
“What?”
You steel your nerves, suck a deep breath into your lungs, and find his sunny eyes.
“I love you, Jake,” you say shakily. “I love you and—”
The laugh that leaves him is giddy and you have half the nerve to melt, but he’s kissing you for the first time since that day in the forest and you’re putty in his hands.
“Wow,” he whispers when you break away to stand on your tiptoes and wind your arms around his neck. “I didn’t think…”
You’re kissing him again, fervently, like you’re trying to make up for lost time and he can’t help the tickling behind his navel or the heat that starts from his toes and burns all the way up his chest.
Your skin is plush under the pads of his wandering hands and those three words, spoken into the hum of the surrounding jungle is all the confirmation that he needs that it’s you and him forever.
“Wait, wait,” he sighs breathlessly. “I have–”
A hand snakes between your bodies, fingers digging into the pouch strapped across his broad chest.
You watch with viscous eyes as he pulls what looks to be a gilded ring, tiny in circumference. Two pieces of thin vine cord through either side, beaded with pearlescent stones and smooth gems.
“I…” he trails off, scratching the back of his neck as you fall back on the heels of your feet, arms loosening from around his neck to give him the room to hold it up to you. “It’s one of the only things I care about from Earth.”
Your browbones twitch.
“The ring’s been in my family for a while,” he says gently. “But it’s probably too small and I know that Na’vi don’t wear things on their fingers and–”
“It’s beautiful, Jake,” you say softly, palm pressing against his chest.
He grins, sliding the heirloom up your wrist to rest snugly around the flesh of your bicep.
“Perfect,” he murmurs to himself.
And when your eyes swing from the gift to meet his gaze, you find him already staring down at you tenderly.
“I don’t…” you trail off, suddenly shy under such intensity. “I don’t have anything for you.”
Jake barks out a laugh, corner of his lips quirking up in a lopsided smile as he cups your face in his hands and brings his forehead to yours.
“Don’t need to give me anything,” he says quickly, breaths warm and lips a hairsbreadth from your own. “Just tell me you love me again, that’s enough.”
Your face is indescribably warm under his cool touch.
“And maybe another kiss,” he adds coyly, then a hand skims over the small of your back, dangerously close to your tail. “Or more…if you want.”
Since I've been extremely unmotivated and dealing with a lot (and writer's block sucks) here's a small teaser of Hoodie Part 3 <3
Hoodie || Break My Heart ||
Jake was restless, his mind wandering as he heard her words echoing in his head, drilling into the depths of his brain as he saw how monotonously she had spoken to him when he had poured his heart out to her. His hands reached for hers, his fingertips barely able to grasp the skin of her palm before she retreated from him. His heart broke seeing the mistrust deep in her eyes, how her hands recoiled protectively to her chest as she was devoid of tears, devoid of the love she had once held for him.
Her heart no longer wished to beat for Jake Sully.
“(Y/N), please.” Jake whispered, tears brimming at the edge of his waterline as she put more distance between them but his own feet made no move to approach her, not wanting to scare her further away from him than she already was. His ears perked, the sound of her breath quickening in his ears, his amber eyes catching how her tail tucked between her legs.
“You’re being mean, Jake.” She whispered, hands clutching the material of her shirt as she glared at him with hazy eyes. “You don’t get to break my heart like this and expect me to drop to my knees and forgive you when you didn’t even stop to think of my feelings, how I would react. That isn’t love, that’s possession. You only told me this because you were losing me, and you know that.” (Y/N) hissed, a fire burning behind her eyes, not knowing if it was because of her rage, her heartbreak, or a crude mix of both.
“You have to believe me, this is more than me. More than just us. I had to do this, it was the only way I can convince them-”
“To bond yourself to a person for life? That really shows the RDA, Jake.” She scoffed, pushing past him when he had whipped around to block her path. Her head only turned up towards him, glaring daggers into his eyes as she pushed a finger deeper onto his sternum.
“We’re not mated, it’s for show. Only her mother and well- now you know the truth. I swear to you once this is over, it can just be us, like we promised. Right?” He said as he tucked a stray strand of hair away from her azure skin, giving her a hopeful smile which faded instantly when she had slapped his hand away with the back of her hand, letting the hair fall back into place.
“I won’t wait around to be a second choice, Sully.”
Since I've been extremely unmotivated and dealing with a lot (and writer's block sucks) here's a small teaser of Hoodie Part 3 <3
Hoodie || Break My Heart ||
Jake was restless, his mind wandering as he heard her words echoing in his head, drilling into the depths of his brain as he saw how monotonously she had spoken to him when he had poured his heart out to her. His hands reached for hers, his fingertips barely able to grasp the skin of her palm before she retreated from him. His heart broke seeing the mistrust deep in her eyes, how her hands recoiled protectively to her chest as she was devoid of tears, devoid of the love she had once held for him.
Her heart no longer wished to beat for Jake Sully.
“(Y/N), please.” Jake whispered, tears brimming at the edge of his waterline as she put more distance between them but his own feet made no move to approach her, not wanting to scare her further away from him than she already was. His ears perked, the sound of her breath quickening in his ears, his amber eyes catching how her tail tucked between her legs.
“You’re being mean, Jake.” She whispered, hands clutching the material of her shirt as she glared at him with hazy eyes. “You don’t get to break my heart like this and expect me to drop to my knees and forgive you when you didn’t even stop to think of my feelings, how I would react. That isn’t love, that’s possession. You only told me this because you were losing me, and you know that.” (Y/N) hissed, a fire burning behind her eyes, not knowing if it was because of her rage, her heartbreak, or a crude mix of both.
“You have to believe me, this is more than me. More than just us. I had to do this, it was the only way I can convince them-”
“To bond yourself to a person for life? That really shows the RDA, Jake.” She scoffed, pushing past him when he had whipped around to block her path. Her head only turned up towards him, glaring daggers into his eyes as she pushed a finger deeper onto his sternum.
“We’re not mated, it’s for show. Only her mother and well- now you know the truth. I swear to you once this is over, it can just be us, like we promised. Right?” He said as he tucked a stray strand of hair away from her azure skin, giving her a hopeful smile which faded instantly when she had slapped his hand away with the back of her hand, letting the hair fall back into place.
“I won’t wait around to be a second choice, Sully.”
→ summary: based off this request !! seven years ago, you had died alongside grace while trying to protect pandora. a few months after your death it was discovered that you were pregnant; leaving tsu'tey to raise your son vu'ran without you. but, things start to get strange when vu'ran is certain he saw you move.
pairing: tsu'tey x fem reader
warnings: angst, blood, injury, nightmares, death, grief, swearing
word count: 1.6k
authors note: thank u so much for all the love on part one; i hope you enjoy part two !!
the rain came pouring down as you and tsu'tey danced together in the depths of the forest; your synchronised laughter echoing through the evening air as he twirled you under his arm. you danced around him as you gazed up, love glossing your yellow eyes. he brought your five fingered hand to his lips as he placed a gentle kiss to your knuckle.
but, the bliss did not last.
your eyes went dark as you clutched at your chest, gasping for air. you fell to your knees as tsu'tey desperately grabbed at you; crying out your name.
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