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the idea of him tidying when he decides he has a crush on you oh this is genuinely making me so djnrkgjvkdoebf like that’s the cutest thing am i a sick pervert..

genuinely just a hand full of convos and he’s ready to trim the hedges JUST in case. because the way you looked at him last time when he rolled up to your station made him wonder if you felt the same n he’s gotta be ready. plus you keep touching him, his big arms, ruffling his hair if it’s longer or if it’s buzzcut you’re coming up choking him from behind to give him a noogie (is this an american only thing?). he can just tell. because he does that shit to you, in fact he did it first so he knows the play book.

n then when you do get down to business (he’s so smug he was right) you’re a bigger freak than the thought and he’s panting and chuckling bc why are you licking his chest?? he loves it tho. little comments like, “baby what—“ and he tugs your hair to lift your head from his chest and you let him.

you’re like ???? “what i like you??”

he’s like “this is what you do when you like somebody?” with that shit eating grin and laugh omfgggg

but it ain’t so fuckin funny when you roll your eyes and lean back down to run your teeth and tongue down his happy trail, shoving your nose over the tent in his boxers. yeah, his smile is wiped right off his face

then when you really get down there you’re so chuffed because his wild chest hair and happy trail is the opposite of his trimmed bush. you grin up at him, n he’s trying not to just notice and zone in on how his dick is next to your face but also actually assess why you’re grinning.

“all this for me?” and he has half the mind to ask what you mean, but then your tongue is all over and your nose is kinda nuzzled at the base where the hair is longer.

“shit—“ he groans and his hands are in your hair, pulling and tugging. he’s trying to keep watching but it’s hard and he’s also gotta focus on not whining when you do that thing with your tongue because how embarassing.

MOTHERHOOD

ᢉ𐭩 Neteyam was Neytiri’s first child. You held him on your chest the moment he was born, Neytiri sleeping beside you exhausted and Jake hovering nervously nearby. He called you “Mama” — Neytiri never minded. You were both his mothers.

ᢉ𐭩 Lo’ak, your son, is pure fire. He has Jake’s daring spirit, Neytiri’s grace and your blunt tongue. He frustrates you more than the others — maybe because he’s too much like Jake. Reckless. Brave. Quick to act. You love him so fiercely it burns but discipline with him is difficult. He doesn’t fear much — except your rare, cold silences. They devastate him.

ᢉ𐭩 Tuk is your youngest, your joy-child. The one who always runs to your arms first. She is the softest of all your children, a little shadow always clinging to your waist or climbing into your lap during clan meetings. Neytiri calls her “your twin” for her shy smile and clever hands. She builds things. Hums constantly. You braid her hair and whisper stories to her in the tree-hollows while Neytiri teaches her songs and Jake teaches her how to track.

ᢉ𐭩 Kiri is a mystery you have never tried to claim. She is Grace’s and Eywa’s more than anyone. You treat her gently, speak to her like the forest speaks — only when needed. She doesn’t cling to you but respects you. Sometimes she seeks your presence silently, resting her head on your leg like a wild cat in the sun.

ᢉ𐭩 Spider is a complication. A reminder of sky-people. You do not dislike him but your body is always still when he’s near. He senses it. You don’t go out of your way to be cruel — you have never spoken ill to him — but you do not embrace him, either. Jake notices. Neytiri doesn’t care. There is tension there, one that simmers without boiling. You are simply watchful. Distant. Unreachable when it comes to him.

LOVE AND DOMESTIC LIFE

ᢉ𐭩 Neytiri’s love is primal, full of touch and eyes and quiet possession. She strokes your face at night, wraps her tail around your thigh, kisses you first in the morning. You often sleep wrapped around each other with Jake at your back.

ᢉ𐭩 Jake’s love is grounding. He presses his forehead to yours before battles. Holds you in moments of silence. He calls you “sweetheart” when no one’s around and “my girl” when he’s being playful. Sometimes he forgets you’re even more dangerous than he is — until he sees you fight.

ᢉ𐭩 Your family’s home is filled with sound. Lo’ak and Tuk are always laughing or shouting. Neteyam tries to keep order and Kiri slips in and out like moonlight. Jake tells stories, and Neytiri sings.

ᢉ𐭩 You sleep curled between them — Neytiri prefers being at the edge, her bow always within reach, while Jake sleeps closest to the wall, protective. You sleep in the middle, legs tangled with Neytiri’s, fingers curled under Jake’s chest, sometimes with Tuk squirming between everyone.

ᢉ𐭩 You and Neytiri are deeply bonded spiritually. She shares her visions with you before Jake. When Eywa whispers to her, she tells you. You understand her in ways Jake never will — not because he’s human-born, but because your souls are of the same thread.