summary: It's Valentine's Day, and Spider receives a little help to understand that in this special tawtute holiday he must meet you. When he ends up looking at you through a window, dancing to a silly cheese song, the boy can't help but giggle. He admires his favorite person being goofy. Is Spider going to join the funny private concert?
pairing: Spider Socorro x gn!human!reader
event: Day 1 of Eywa's Arrow (Reader sings/listens a human love song for/with character)
genre: fluff, comedy, romantic
song: Cupid (Twin Ver.) (Fifthy Fifthy)
warnings: Spider and reader are two idiots in love but they don't know it yet. Inocent love. Cheese descriptions (let me know if there's something else).
a/n: I know, I know, I have requests to write, but things (grieve) happened and I got stuck. Because this month I'm gonna be busy and I planned this event since November, my inbox for requests is going to be closed temporarily. BUT don't worry if you send me a request in December or January, I'm still working on those and I'm going to post them besides the fics for this event. I was originally going to post all the request on January to concentrate on the event this month, but like I said, things didn't go as planned (I didn't have motivation).
With all this said, I'm so excited to start these Valentine's prompts. Especially because every time I hear this song, I think of Jack Champion. I got so excited with the idea that I ended up making a whole event! I hope just as it helps me to write something lighter and cozy, it can help someone who might be struggling right now. Remember, your life matters! You are loved, and you have the right to be heard and seen <3. English is not my first language, please be kind. Enjoy!
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Flora of all colors surrounded the boy. The canopy of a huge tree served as a hiding place for him. The animal —of the right size to provide for the clan— was drinking water from the natural container in the ground of Pandora. The grayish living being, unaware that it was prey, remained still making Spider's job easier. He took a deep breath, raised his chin, and pulled back the string on his bow, ready to release the arrow.
Suddenly he saw out of the corner of his eye how a small beautiful creature, with tentacles that helped it propel itself through the air, approached. Of course he knew what it was. He grew up learning what its presence meant, and how to act around it, because the creature inspired respect and peace in everyone who saw it.
Atokirina.
Seed of Vitraya Ramunong (tree of souls).
The seed danced around him, playfully leaning on top of his head. As Spider got distracted, the animal walked away. He could try and focus again, but the atokirina was, somehow, talking to him. The need to follow it vibrated in Spider's chest. So the boy climbed down and walked without thinking.
With no intention he ended up outside a room where a loud speaker played music. He rolled his eyes smiling, knowing exactly who was listening to the song that was twenty four seven on his head.
“A hopeless romantic all my life, surrounded by couples all the time. I guess I should take it as a sign.”
The atokirina tapped the glass of a window slightly. Spider got closer and finally saw you there, singing and dancing with a hoodie and a pair of pants. Clearly, you had no intention to go outside, but spend the day in your room. When you jumped on your bed and started signing the pre-chorus of the song, he had to cover his mouth to giggle.
“I'm feeling lonely. Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me. Now I'm crying in my room. So skeptical of love, but still I want it more, more, more.”
Eywa's seed stroked his cheek one last time before floating off in another direction. Spider looked at you through the window before heading to the entrance. Your body did a silly dance with a few easy steps, then you shook your head, making your hair fly to the sides. It was like those old videos of rock singers Norm showed both of you before.
“I gave a second chance to cupid. But now I'm left here feeling stupid. Oh, the way he makes me feel that love isn't real. Cupid is so dumb.”
You were singing —more like screaming— the lyrics in a way that was impossible for him not to tease you. Spider hurried toward the door. The cold metal floor sent a shiver down his spine, but even that didn't stop him. He barely greeted Max before he was already in your bedroom. Your back was facing him, singing to someone invisible outside, exactly the spot where he was a few seconds ago.
The boy didn't miss that opportunity. He took a few steps, no need to be stealthy because the music and your voice were so loud that you probably wouldn't hear the roar of an ikran if it were a few feet away. Spider poked your ribs, getting the reaction he wanted. A scream shattered the harmony of the song. Laughter caused him a bearable pain in her stomach. But the small concert didn't end there.
The door closed and you took his hands to guide him to the center of the stage. Spider frowned, confused, not understanding what you were trying to do. Because of the height difference, anyone who saw how easily you could manhandle him would laugh.
“What are you doing?”
“You know the lyrics. C'mon, sing with me.”
“I would rather die.”
“Aw, you like it! I have listened to you.”
That was true. That old song was on repeat in your playlist. No matter if you were taking a shower, preparing breakfast or getting ready to go out and explore: it was playing on the speaker or your headphones. And because Spider was close all the time, like an actual spider on your shoulder, the lyrics stuck with him. Sometimes, he found himself humming the chorus unintentionally. Once, Norm catched him and threatened to tell you.
“Let's sing together monkey boy.”
Your body moved with the music, and you forced him to do the same, moving his arms like a rag doll. His voice, deeper, with a lower volume, didn't exactly reach the same enthusiasm. Still, you sang a part that was almost hidden in the soundtrack, while he sang the main part.
“Hopeless girl is seeking someone who will share this feeling. I'm a fool, a fool for love, a fool for love.”
When you said the last line, your finger touched his nose slightly. Maybe in another situation he would make a face and step away, playfully. But the smile you showed him completely threw him off. Adorable marks on your face mesmerized him, and it didn't take long for Spider to realize you were still holding him. Now your hands were holding his.
From your point of view, something strange was happening because of the way Spider was looking at you with dilated pupils, half-open lips, and rosy cheeks. However, you didn't pay much attention to it, because you realized that your faces were very close. You pretended not to care, so as not to make things uncomfortable. You smiled again and tapped him on the forehead.
“Monkey boy, you still there?”
Finally, the boy returned to earth. He frowned, this time backing away as usual. Without warning, he bent down to lift you off the ground, holding you by your legs.
“Hey!”
Your body was thrown onto the mattress, while Spider protected your head. He didn't really want to hurt you.
“Are you done or perhaps do you want to keep going with the concert, oh great singer?” He asked between giggles.
“Until my playlist ends!” You answered, shouting dramatically.
Spider heard the next song through the speakers, so he just lowered the volume to talk again.
“Didn't you have homework? Norm is not going to be happy if you don't complete it for today.”
“Today is valentines day, dummy. I'm free of school.”
“Yeah, that corny human holiday. I forgot it was today.”
“Oh, come on! It's not corny if you think about it. A day to express your feelings to loved ones is never harmful.” You pushed Spider's shoulder so that he fell next to you on the mattress.
“So you decide to spend the day here, locked in your room without seeing your friends.”
“I just wanted a moment with me, myself and this amazing playlist full of fun music.” You turned your body to observe Spider's profile. You had noticed some time ago that without the mask his features were more visible, and therefore it allowed you to see his beauty more easily. “Before I went to the village to greet everyone and wish them a happy Valentine's Day.”
“So you didn't forget about m- us, right?” Spider tripped over his own tongue just in time.
“Of course not! I prepared gifts for everyone. Norm and Max already have theirs. If you see them with sparkling notebooks it's because I made them matching ones.” Spider couldn't contain his chuckles when he heard you laugh. “Neteyam and Lo'ak are going to be impressed by my craft improvement, and Kiri and Tuk are going to look beautiful with the hair pieces I made! Although I still don't know what I can do for Jake and Neytiri.”
“Ouch, you forgot about me.”
“That's not true!”
“Then what did you do for me?”
“It's a surprise.”
“You are mean.”
“No, you are mean. Why did you interrupt my private concert?”
“I can't come and visit my favorite person?”
“Yes, you can.” You rolled your eyes. “But I thought you were out hunting.”
“I was… but I wanted to come and see you.”
Spider looked at you and his light brown chocolate eyes pierced your soul. That was one of your favorite things about him, his eyes. You knew that in his childhood —and a little even to this day— he carried a lot of pain and rejection, but in his eyes you could see everything that he was. Spider was strong, but also very sentimental, even if he tried to deny it. Through those beautiful orbs, you could easily see what he was thinking or feeling. When you looked at each other, you felt as if you could touch the highest star or the pearl hidden at the very bottom of the sea. The only thing you hated, and secretly loved, was the feeling of floating when Spider hypnotized you like that.
“I have an idea.”
His voice snapped you out of your trance. Of course, you didn't know that Spider had also fallen into a loop of thoughts where you were the center of it all.
“Let's meet at night near the river where the Sullys and us used to play. There you can give me my gift and I can give you yours.”
“You have a gift? For me?”
Excited, you sat on the bed. The boy couldn't stop smiling at everything you did. He loved seeing you so animated, especially when he was the reason for it.
“Yes, but it's a surprise.” He mocked your previous tone.
“You are cruel, seriously. But!” You walked to the speaker. “You have to make it up to me somehow for being so mean. First you interrupt me, and now you're mocking me.”
All it took was pressing a button for the melody to start playing again. Spider rolled his eyes at this.
“Are you going to sing that again?” He drew out the last syllable.
“Nop, you are going to sing with me.”
“I did it before!”
“Now the whole song!”
“No, don't make me- ugh, I hate you.”
“I'm feeling lonely. Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me…”
While you were enjoying teasing Spider as you sang and danced, Max laughed from the kitchen, listening to the loud music. He was going to wait until the song finished before asking you to turn it down. At the end of the day, he knew you both liked each other, but you hadn't admitted it yet.
I’ve been participating in tons of events lately, and I thought why not host one myself? So here we are!
What’s this Shop Event?
You will be put into teams for the event. And you and your team will run a shop — but this isn’t just any shop! You’ll be battling to keep your business alive while other shops try to run you into bankruptcy. Lots of teamwork, creativity, and a little bit of chaos.
The shop event is all MCYT fandoms. Both writers and artists too!
We also allow spectators and pitch hitters, if you wanna join the discord and not play, we will be adding a discord link shortly (People who are playing can use this link too!)
Gameplay!
In this game, you work in a team of other amazing people. Altogether, you are a team with a set amount of health points. Each team will start with the same amount of health.
You'll be creating gifts—but these gifts aren't just normal gifts! They do things!
In this event, you can either attack or heal. Normally, you will heal your own team and attack another team.
Writers
Attacking
Every 150 words is 100 damage.
The minimum is 300 words.
Earn a total of 25 money from each attack
Healing
You heal the amount from the amount of words.
The minimum is 500 words.
Each work costs a total of 50 money.
Artists
Attacking
The minimum for the work is a clean sketch of the character which gives 200 damage.
To add more:
Extra Character - 50
Extra character with color - 100
Detailed background - 150
Healing
The minimum for the work is a clean sketch with color which gives a total of 500 healing.
To add more:
Extra Character - 50
Extra character with color - 100
Detailed background - 150
Please note: You cannot exceed your team’s starting HP. For example, if your team starts with 100 health points and someone takes away 75, then a teammate makes a gift that heals 100 HP, only 75 of those points will be restored. The extra 25 will go to waste.
But Wait... There’s a Twist!
Meet the Traitor!
One mysterious player is secretly working against their own team. On each team, there is one traitor.
-Instead of healing their team, they’ll attack by gifting attacking works to their own team.
-Instead of attacking other teams, they’ll heal them by giving fics or art to other teams.
Only the traitor knows who they are…. and the mods.
Minimum word counts and art rules still apply — traitors have to follow them too (just sneakily).
And who knows… maybe all the traitors are able to talk to each other and plan? (Hint, Hint)
Winning the Game:
We’ll keep playing until only one team is left standing and everyone has received at least one gift..
Or if the mods run out of time. Either way, we’ll make sure everyone gets something fun out of it.
Rules:
Be kind and respectful to all participants.
You must be in the Discord Server for team coordination.
All works must go to participants in the event and must respect their DNWs, ships, and requested tags.
No NSFW works, sorry! Only SFW is allowed, however, mature-rated fics are fine as long as there's no sexual contact and they are tagged correctly.
Tag your work properly.
Don’t be mean that includes to the traitor. It’s all part of the fun!
That’s it for now happy writing and drawing, and may the best team survive.
Links:
Discord - added soon
Collection
Interest Check - Closed
Sign-ups
Mod applications - closed
Schedule (We had a bit of a change to it!!)
All EST
Tag nominations - August 5 - August 14
Sign ups - August 14, - August 31,
Server opens - September 1, 7:00 PM/19:00
The one week before gameplay (When you’ll learn your teams) - September 2, 7:00 PM/19:00 - September 9, 7:00 PM/19:00
Write 300 words for an attacking fic (10,000 words max). Every 150 words equals 100 damage. You'll earn $25 for your piece.
Write 500 words for a healing fic (10,000 words max). The amount healed depends on your word count. Healing works cost $50 each.
Artists
A clean sketch of a character or ship for a fighting work will deal at least 300 HP of damage—and you’ll still earn $25. (300 points minimum)
A clean sketch with color of a character or ship for a healing work will heal at least 500 HP. These works require $50 still. (500 points minimum)
However you can add more:
Extra character: +50 points
Extra character with a color: +100 points
Detailed background: +150 points
This will be added to the point minimum or the attack/healing of a work!
You can mix and match add-ons however you like—just a background with the character, an extra character, or all three! It’s totally up to you, based on what you’re creating.
No matter what you choose, the reward and cost stay the same: attacking works earn you $25, and healing works require $50.
