bestfriend!jasontodd who is outraged that you went to a mechanic when he was RIGHT THERE?!?
bestfriend!jasontodd who is beyond reason when he hears that you paid $600 for something that should’ve been half that
bestfriend!jasontodd who rolls his eyes when you say you didnt come to him because you wanted to do it by yourself “and look how that turned out….”
bestfriend!jasontodd who demands you tell him who the mechanics were and may or may not make a quick visit during an “early morning snack run” (he didnt hurt anyone - at least thats what he told you)
bestfriend!jasontodd who returns with $700 dollars
bestfriend!jasontodd who ignores your very skeptical look and says he just “found it on the side of the road”
“you just found it on the street?”
jason shrugs putting his hans in his pockets, “yeah, it was lying there, so i thought..”
“you thought, what? that it was finders keepers?” you ask.
“well no one was using it!”
bestfriend!jasontodd who insists you take the money and gets grumpy when you dont (its all an act he’ll just slip it into random places around your apartment when you're not looking)
bestfriend!jasontodd who jumps at the suggestion that you take a “stand in boyfriend” next time you want to go to the mechanic, screw doing it himself he wants to do that
bestfriend!jasontodd who DOES NOT accidentally break something in you car so he can take you to a (reliable-ish) mechanic that was 100% dick….
bestfriend!jasontodd who hesitantly holds your hand as you enter the shop, and at your confused look murmurs that he’s getting into character
bestfriend!jasontodd who cant stop himself from calling you love and enjoys the way it makes you pause each time he says it
bestfriend!jasontodd who wanders off to inspect your car while its being fixed but still watching you carefully while you’re left alone for a few moments with the other mechanic
“you got yourself a mighty fine man right there,” the old man says nodding to jason who is sticking his head into something he probably shouldn’t. still keeping his eyes on you occasionally
“oh… thank you,” you blush not sure what to say, and ignoring the warmth in your gut at his words.
“he looks at you like you hang the stars, give him some time and i’m sure he’ll be spewing out a confession in no time.” the mechanic says, a smile on his face. you look over to jason who is listening so intently to what the man is saying you think he might trip over something as he follows him around the car.
“oh no, no its-“
“i used to have a friend exactly like him, and you know what i did, dear?” the mechanic shoots you a knowing look. “i married him.” he pauses. “once he screwed his head on first and told me.” another loaded pause. “give him time.”
he then wanders off as if he didnt just drop the bombshell into your life
bestfriend!jasontodd who sees your stunned face and walks back over and asks what’s wrong, looking between you and the mechanic who just winks at you with confusion
bestfriend!jasontodd who did not let you pay for anything but as it turns out, it was given as a freebie, the mechanic at the counter (the same one you were talking to) cheerfully saying it was on the house
bestfriend!jasontodd who has the decency to look sheepish when you tell him to give the $700 from earlier to them, only to find out he already gave it to you (and you know he hid it)
bestfriend!jasontodd who weeks later finally tells you about his feelings and confesses that the mechanic he was hanging around told him to man up and d something about it.
you can’t help the grin on your face. “thats the same thing the other mechanic told me.”
bestfriend!jasontodd who walks in to the mechanic later that day with your hand in his (this time not pretend) to give them the $700 you eventually found in its entirety. the mechanics both noted the goofy smiles
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a/n: first fic on here so im lwk nervous 🙈 it may be ooc because im only new to this but yeah!! i hope you like it
It was a Saturday and you felt a little bad for going out. It was one of those rare occasions where the boys had time off. But it was your friend‘s birthday and they had insisted it was fine that you went, and admittedly you were having a great time.
You were maybe a few too many drinks in, but you were always very responsible. So you drank some water and went to the bathroom before your group stumbled outside to switch bars. Despite your efforts, you were unbalanced and giggly and couldn’t feel the cold at all.
Your friends were chatting, split into groups of two or three to hold each other as you started to walk to the next destination. You’re only temporarily taken out of your revelry at your phone buzzing.
“Hope you’re having a good time, bug.” It read.
Your smile widened. Ugh. You love Kyle. You tuck your phone into your arm so your hands are free to grab your friend, excited to continue your conversation and talk about how much you love your partners. What you don’t notice, however, is that you accidentally sent him your location with no explanation.
Kyle wasn’t necessarily expecting a response, he knew you’d be busy dancing probably. So his heart did drop at the message containing a pin for your location.
He stood immediately, startling Johnny whose head was on his lap.
“Huh—“
“Up, we’re going.” He said in a tone that Johnny knew meant business, so he didn’t question further, just got up and got ready for whatever was next.
Were they beating someone up? Did they get called in for an emergency mission? He didn’t know, he just scrambled to put his boots on.
Kyle moves with purpose to the kitchen where John is leaning his hip on the countertop, beer in hand, keeping Simon company as he makes a grilled cheese.
John sees his expression and stands to attention. Kyle flips his phone to show the text, and John is immediatley in business mode too.
“Simon, keys.” John starts toward to safe where they keep their more…dangerous tools.
Simon saw their faces and was also put into action mode despite not knowing what the situation was. He spares a final sad glance at his sandwich before going to get the car keys.
Before anymore words are exchanged, they’re all piled into the car, more armed than probably necessary. But where you were involved, John wasn’t willing to take any chances.
Simon’s driving with Kyle in shotgun, directing him to the pin you sent. Every member of the 141 would ride without context if one of them asked (and they just did), but now knowing it was for you brought tensions up even higher. Simon doesn’t want to get ahead of himself, but the idea that you needed help wasn’t a situation he liked to imagine. He gripped the wheel harder, foot pressing the pedal to the floor, and just hoped they were there on time.
You were having so much fun.
This new bar had more people in it, and the DJ was better, and their drinks poured heavier. You were jumping around with your friends, trying not to spill too much of your drink as you did.
That is until you hear the guy behind you exclaim “hey man!” and then you’re being flipped around by hands on your shoulders.
It’s Kyle!
“Kyllleeee!!” You throw your arms up, heart clenching. Your boyfriend is here! How much better could this night get?
He steps closer to you, alarm falling off his face and into relief, revealing the rest of your partners behind him. The night could get better!
“Hiiii, baby!” You wave to Johnny, stepping into Kyle to hug him.
You frown suddenly. “You guys weren’t invited. You should know better than to come to a birthday party uninvited that’s rude—“ you stumble over your shoe, but Kyle steadies you.
“Honey, you sent us your location with no context.” John still looks concerned, looking around the bar like some threat will jump out.
You pout. “No I didn’t.”
Kyle shows you his phone. You have to concentrate harder than you’d like to in order to decipher what you’re looking at. You see your contact, him telling you to have fun, and then a pin to your location.
Your mouth opens, you bring your cup up and sip.
“Okay,” Kyle mumbles, grabbing it from you.
You frown but let him take it, “hmmmm, I guess I did. Oopsies!”
A guy stumbles into you, but Kyle has a secure grip on your hips. It doesn’t stop Simon from saddling up behind you. One intimidating step toward the guy and he’s scurrying away.
“Siii, don’t scare people awayyy,” your head flops back to look at him upside down which makes you giggle.
“He hit you.” He says it like he should now have the right to kill him. He gets close to you, also grabbing your waist, so now you’re sandwiched between two of your favorite guys.
You hum contentedly until you remember that they aren’t supposed to be here.
“Hey!” You push away from them both, “no boyfriends allowed at the bar tonight!”
John shakes his head affectionately, “heard, sweetheart. Sorry…we got worried you were in trouble.”
The sound of multiple friends going “awwww” resonates from behind you.
“Don’t encourage them!” You say over your shoulder to your friends, happy to see that they aren’t upset with you. “They’re way too protective to begin with.” You say quieter, meant only for the four of them. You complain, but you like it. Knowing they would be that ready to defend you if you needed it.
Still, you feel a little bad that they came all the way out here, “sorry for scaring you…” your lip juts out, hand grabbing for John’s forearm even though you’re supposed to be getting them out of here.
“‘S alright, hen. Ya didn’t mean ta.” Johnny pecks your temple. “We’ll get outta your hair.”
They start to walk out, Kyle handing you your drink back.
“Wait!” You stop them, “…thanks for coming when you thought I needed you.” You smile bashfully.
the bathroom light is dim, just the weak glow from the hallway spilling under the door. steam has long since stopped rising, water went cold ages ago, but hiromi hasn’t moved.
suit jacket still buttoned, tie loosened but present, slacks soaked dark from thighs to ankles. he’s lying down like he’s waiting for a verdict, arms draped over the edges of the tub, eyes half-lidded and unfocused on the ceiling .
you don’t announce yourself.
you just step in — still fully dressed too: soft cotton shirt, loose jeans, socks you peel off halfway down the hall and leave behind. the porcelain is cold against your knees when you climb over the rim.
water sloshes, muted and lazy, as you settle right on top of him. chest to chest. his breath catches, small, startled, but he doesn’t push you away.
your thighs bracket his hips. the soaked fabric of his trousers presses cool and heavy against the seat of your jeans. you feel him immediately: the firm outline already there, not fully hard yet.
you slide both hands up the soaked cotton of his shirt, over collarbones, then settle on the tense slope of his shoulders. thumbs dig in slow, deliberate circles.
he exhales through his nose, long and shaky.
“long day?” you murmur, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
hiromi lets out a sound that’s half-laugh, half-sigh. “every day feels long now.”
his voice is quieter than usual. frayed at the edges.
you keep kneading, slow and patient, working the knots that live permanently under his shoulder blades these days. he tips his head forward until his forehead rests against your collarbone. wet hair sticks to your shirt. you feel the tremor in his frame he’s trying to hide.
“i keep waiting to feel… something,” he says after a while. voice muffled against you. “anger. sadness. guilt. anything. but there’s just… static.”
his fingers flex on the tub edge. knuckles white.
“even this—” he shifts his hips just slightly, enough for you to feel how he’s thickening beneath you despite the confession, “—even wanting you feels… academic. like i’m running an experiment on myself.”
you slide one hand up into the damp hair at his nape. tug gently. just enough to make him look at you.
his eyes are dark. pupils blown. still so tired. you lean in. lips graze his earlobe.
“stop observing like an outsider,” you say quietly. “i want you to feel me.”
your other hand slips lower, down his chest, over the ruined dress shirt, past his belt. palm flat against his abdomen. you rock forward once. slow drag. fabric on fabric.
he sucks in a breath through his teeth.
you do it again, deliberate little grind, and this time his hips jerk up to meet you before he can stop them.
“there you are,” you breathe against his jaw.
his grip on the tub tightens until the porcelain creaks.
you keep the rhythm unhurried. rolling your hips in lazy, deep circles. enough pressure to tease, not enough to satisfy. his breathing turns ragged. shallow. every exhale edged with a quiet, broken sound.
you nose along the column of his throat. feel the pulse hammering there.
“you don’t have to hold it together right now, 'romi.”
a low, guttural groan rumbles out of him — first one he’s let escape all night. his head drops back against the tub wall with a dull thunk. eyes flutter shut.
you feel him throb beneath you — fully hard now, straining against wet wool and cotton. desperate.
another grind. harder this time. his hips buck up sharply, uncontrolled, chasing friction. water sloshes over the edge.
“fuck—” the word slips out like it surprises him. hoarse. wrecked.
you press your mouth to the hinge of his jaw. whisper right against skin:
“let go, baby.”
that’s all it takes.
his hands fly to your waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise through denim. he drags you down against him at the same time he thrusts up, short, frantic little bucks. fabric drags, wet hot and obscene.
low groans punch out of him with every grind. broken. needy. nothing composed about them anymore.
“can’t— can’t think—” he pants against your neck. voice cracking. “just— please—”
you wrap both arms around his shoulders. hold him tight while you ride the rhythm he’s setting now — erratic, hungry. his hips stutter. thighs tremble. every roll pulls another raw sound from his throat.
you feel when he starts to fray completely. when his breaths become little punched-out whimpers against your skin.
“that’s it,” you murmur. lips in his hair. “give it to me.”
he comes with a choked, shuddering moan — whole body locking up — hips jerking unevenly as he spills hot against the inside of his soaked trousers. pulse after pulse. fingers bruising your sides. face buried in the crook of your neck like he’s trying to hide from the intensity of it.
you keep rocking gently through the aftershocks to slow it down. his breathing takes forever to even out.
when he finally lifts his head his eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, hair plastered to his forehead.
he looks… soft. for once.
vulnerable.
you cup his face. thumb over the sharp line of his cheekbone. he leans into it like he’s starving.
“still feel like static?” you ask quietly.
hiromi swallows. shakes his head once. barely.
“no,” he rasps. voice ruined. “not right now.”
you smile, and press a slow kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“good.”
water drips from his sleeves onto your thighs. neither of you moves to get out.
Warning : sully’s never left their clan, neteyam is 20 in this, kidnapping, swearing, mentions killing, you and Neteyam form a solid friendship
Summary : you get separated from your squad after a group of Na’vi ambushes you. You were taken as a prisoner of war, side with them and live or go back and die. It was your choice.
You were losing blood by the minute. Your oxygen was running low, and your ankle was twisted in ways it never should have been.
“Ugh… fuck,” you groaned, leaning heavily against a tree trunk as you struggled to steady your breathing. You’d been running for nearly twenty minutes, but you couldn’t go any farther. Your ankle was swollen to the size of a baseball, the gash in your side oozed blood, and every movement wasted precious oxygen.
You knew you weren’t getting anywhere in this vast forest. With a tired sigh, you rested your head against the tree, a clusterfuck of emotions crashing over you.
Your squad had been sent to set up camp in the rainforest, where the Omatikaya clan had been spotted hunting and gathering. The RDA had been tracking them for years. Reports said they’d moved to the Hallelujah Mountains for safety, a place the RDA couldn’t reach. So the plan was simple, wait for them to come down, then attack.
What a brilliant plan…
They were expecting you. The Na’vi ambushed your squad, picking them off one by one. Everyone was dead, and you knew you’d be next.
You hadn’t even wanted to be here. Your first mission and this is how you’re going out. You’d voiced your concerns to your squad leader, but she shut you down fast, threatening to lock you up or worse if you said another word. As a soldier, you weren’t allowed to be vocal about your opinions or feelings. You were here to do a job. And if anyone even hinted at having pity for the Na’vi, they disappeared. No questions asked.
As your breathing slowly leveled and the pounding in your ears faded, the sounds of the forest crept in. This moon was terrifying, yet oddly beautiful. One wrong step, though, and something or someone would kill you.
You were a sitting duck.
The coos and clicks of the forest had your eyes darting in every direction. All you had left to defend yourself was a pocket knife.
A snap caught your attention. What you assumed was a branch breaking echoed through the air. You were screwed.
You winced, pushing off the tree as quietly as you could. You couldn’t go out like this. You had to fight. The moment you took a step, your body gave out. You collapsed to the ground with a hoarse groan, pain burning through you. You were worse off than you had thought.
Footsteps thudded against the ground as something or someone approached. The world was becoming a blur. Large blue shadows loomed over your body, their conversation was muffled as you fell in and out of consciousness. You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out, soon everything went black.
•••
“What are they gonna do with her?”
“Who knows, they might torture her for information.”
“She looks dead.”
“Shhh Tuk! You’re going to get us caught.”
Voices had awaken you, a mixture of Na’vi and English. You didn’t know if you were alive or dead. It sure felt like you were dead though. Your entire body ached, as you opened your eyes bright lights blinded you forcing them back closed. As they slowly began adjusting, you looked around to see what seemed to be a lab/ medical trailer. Either the resistance got you or Jake did, but you weren’t sure which one you’d prefer.
You tried to reach up and rub your head but you couldn’t, as you slowly gained more consciousness you realized one of your wrists were cuffed to the stretcher you laid on and your other arm was in a sling.
“Hello?” You didn’t even recognize your voice it came dry and hoarse, it was painful to speak. You heard a small gasp come from the other side of the room.
“Lo’ak she’s awake” your head snapped to the small voice, once you made eye contact with whoever spoke they dashed out of the trailer and two others followed.
You had to find a way out of this situation. You looked around for something, anything, to grab. You noticed a scalpel sitting in something what you could assume was to sterilize it. You reached your foot over to pull the table towards you, but then pain shot up your leg, almost paralyzing you with pain. You couldn’t help but groan out loud.
“Trying to escape is useless.” Fuck.
You knew it had to be a Na’vi the accent was thick.
Whoever spoke to you walked around to your line of vision. He was massively tall, muscular, covered in scars and body paint. You recognized his face from company briefings, he was Sully’s eldest son Neteyam. He squatted down to your level and he was still taller than you.
“You wouldn’t make it too far in your condition anyways, you were half dead when we found you.” He said as his large golden eyes raked over your body.
You glared up at him, eyeing his every move. A mixture of emotions was running through you. If you were caught, your training taught you to take out as many Na’vi as you could before going down, but you were in no condition to fight. They could flick you, and you’d be done.
“What’re you going to do with me?” he blinked his face showing no emotion.
“That is up to my father.”
•••
It was him, the man who betrayed his race for aliens. You’ve seen him in photos, heard about him in briefings, the entire human race hates him well besides the peace lovers who riot against the destruction of another planet.
You were in the same bed you woke up in, but now sitting up, you eyed him as he crouched in the trailer, making his way to you. He was holding a bowl with a large leaf in it. It had what looked like some meat and vegetables on it.
“Eat, you need it.”
“No.”
He scoff into a dry chuckle.
“That attitude will get you no where, I know what you’re thinking. I know how you were trained, I was a soldier before you were even a thought. Anything you do I’ve already done, so you might as well cooperate or we can put you right back outside to die.”
“Then why save me? You must want something.”
Silence fell.
“Neteyam, tell me when she’s ready to talk.”
“Yes sir.” He left and his son turned back to you.
Silence fell. You glanced over at the food he left, you don’t know how long you were out and the last time you ate was the morning of the mission.
“Eat, it is good, sterm beast and vegetables.” Before you could get a word out your stomach betrayed you letting out a deep growl.
“How? you have to untie me first.”
Neteyam studied you for a long moment, golden eyes sharp, assessing. Finally, he reached down and unlocked the cuff with a quiet click.
“Do not try anything,” he warned calmly. “I am faster than you.”
You flexed your wrist slowly, wincing. “If I could try anything, I wouldn’t still be here.”
That earned a small huff from him. He held the bowl up, closer this time. It was huge compared to you. You took it carefully, half expecting a trick, but the food was real. Warm. You ate slower than your body wanted to, pride warring with hunger.
“You didn’t kill any of us,” Neteyam said suddenly.
Your eyes flicked up. “I didn’t get the chance.”
“That is not what I mean.” He leaned against the metal wall. “After the explosion you were running, you avoided our hunters. You fired past them when could have shot them.”
Your grip tightened on the leaf. “I didn’t come here to massacre people.”
Silence stretched. Not hostile. Observant.
“You are with RDA,” he said. Not a question.
“Unfortunately...”
•••
Weeks went by as stayed in the medical trailer, guarded, watched. Neteyam rotated shifts with other hunters, their presence heavy and silent. No one spoke to you unless necessary. Even when food was brought, it was slid across metal like an offering made under protest.
Trust didn’t come easy here. You didn’t expect it to.
Jake finally returned with Neytiri. You’ve heard about her too, they even say she’s more ruthless than Jake. Her face was holding a scowl and her bow was already in her hand.
“You say the RDA’s guard will be down during their next supply drop” she said sharply. “You expect us to believe you?”
You swallowed. “I expect you to doubt me.” That seemed to irritate her more than excuses would have.
Neteyam stood near the doorway. “Mother, she warned us without being asked.”
Neytiri’s ears flattened. “Words of a human mean nothing son.”
Jake spoke up. “Then we test her.”
The plan was dangerous. That was clear immediately.
A supply convoy was scheduled to move through the eastern lowlands, skirting the mountain range. Ammunition, rations, replacement parts. If what you said was true, it would confirm everything. If you lied, you’d die before sunset.
You were escorted to the ground by Jake on his ikran, strapped in and terrified, the Hallelujah Mountains stretching beneath you like floating blades of stone.
“They’ll have scanners,” you warned over the coms. “Low-frequency. If you dive from above, they won’t see you until—”
Until it was too late. The convoy came into view two armored transports, AMP escorts, gunships circling lazily. RDA arrogance at its finest.
Jake gave the signal.
Chaos erupted.
Na’vi arrows rained down from above, puncturing fuel tanks with terrifying precision. One transport swerved, engines screaming, before slamming into a rock outcrop. You watched an AMP suit stumble, pilot panicking, before being yanked off the edge by a massive ikran.
Gunfire cracked through the air.
A soldier aimed at Neteyam on his Ikran.
You didn’t think. You aimed your rifle firing into them. Neteyam glanced at you mid-flight. Surprise flickered, then resolve.
The second transport tried to flee.
“Now!” you shouted into the coms. “Its left engine is unshielded!”
Jake didn’t hesitate. One clean shot. Explosion. Fire burst into the sky. When it was over, smoke curled up into the floating mountains like a warning. War cries erupted through out the air as the Na’vi celebrated. Something bloomed in your chest, it felt…good to be on the right side.
•••
The flight back was quiet. You road back with Neteyam securely strapped to his Ikran.
That night, Jake stood before his village giving a speech, it was in Na’vi so you didn’t understand but you assumed it was about you and your alliance to them.
“She warned us,” he said. “She fought with us. She chose.”
Neytiri watched you closely. Then, slowly, she inclined her head.
“You will learn our ways,” she said. “You will not raise a weapon against the people, not anymore.”
“I swear to you I won’t,” you said softly.
Neteyam smiled. Just a little.
In the days that followed, you were moved out of the trailer and into the human lab carved into the mountainside.
You worked alongside them, translating RDA protocols, mapping supply routes, helping dismantle weapons instead of deploying them. For the first time, your knowledge did something good.
•••
The mountains were quiet at night.
You sat near the edge of the platform carved into the rock, legs pulled close, watching the glow of bioluminescent plants far below drift like stars caught in the forest. The wind up here was colder than on the rainforest. It made thinking easier. Oh how you wish you could take this mask off and breathe.
“You are awake.”
You didn’t turn right away. “Just thinking.”
Neteyam stepped beside you, careful not to crowd your space. He rested his hands on his knees, gaze fixed forward instead of on you.
“I have been wondering,” he said after a moment. “Why you chose us.”
You let out a slow breath. You knew this was coming eventually.
“I didn’t at first,” you admitted honestly. “I chose survival.” He glanced at you then. Not accusing. Just listening.
“I grew up knowing that Earth was dying,” you continued quietly. “Oceans poisoned. Cities choking. People starving. We were told Pandora was our second chance. That the Na’vi were savage obstacles...” Your jaw tightened. “I thought I was helping my people live.”
Neteyam’s ears tilted back slightly.
“But watching and learning what the RDA truly did, the things that they don’t tell anyone…” you said, voice roughening, “I realized we weren’t saving a home. We were destroying someone else’s. Burning forests, slaughtering families and animals, just because we could. I watched them murder innocent children who begged for mercy. It made me sick.” You screwed your eyes shut trying to block out the screams of children being separated from their homes.
“Who am I to complain, I’m sure experienced worse.”
You swallowed. “I never agreed with it. I just didn’t think I had a choice. You don’t say no to the RDA and walk away.”
He was quiet for a long time.
“When I saw you in the forest,” he said finally, “you ran instead of shooting. That is not how your soldiers fight.”
“I didn’t want blood on my hands,” you said. “Not yours. Not anyone’s. I just wanted to live long enough to figure out how to stop being part of it.”
Neteyam looked out over the mountains, eyes reflecting the soft glow below.
“My father says choices show who we are,” he said. “Even when they are made out of fear.”
You nodded slowly. “Then I guess this was mine. He stood to his full height, offering you his hand without hesitation.
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