I'm Gonna Need A Part 2

I'm gonna need a part 2😩

Neteyam Sees You For The First Time, and Falls Head Over Heels (SFW)

Reader is Fem! Metkayina

CW: fluffy fluff, Neteyam is a simp, Lo’ak and Kiri are Lo’ak and Kiri, something small to ring in the new year ; )

Angel was one of the first English words Jake taught Neteyam, oddly.

He defined it as a word to describe someone who’s beauty was beyond measure, almost god-like. Someone who was perfect in every way, body, mind, and spirit.

Unsurprisingly, it was a word the he would frequently use to describe Neytiri

Angel.

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Tardy - VOLUME 1

pairing: ao'nung x na'vi omaticaya fem!reader

warnings: mentions of dead people, blood, guns, etc. (not as extreme as sounds.) minor spoilers.

summary: Y/N, you are the firstborn of the Sully family a mere one year older than Neteyam. After the fiasco with the sky people, the decision was made. You and your family were set to reach the Metkayina clan in hopes of saving your people. But, in a twist of events your own arrival was effected by an attack. Sky people. What happens to you? Or your family?

wc: 818

a/n: first fic ! hope i do it right 😭 ao'nung isn't introduced in part 1 but he will be later on!! nevertheless enjoy !

Crouched down I was listening to my parents quarrel in their non-stop argument and a serious one at that. Whether or not we had left our home would determine the safety of the people. Our people. ("No! This is our home!", yelled Neytiri.) I got taken aback by my mother and father arguing so I stepped back into the hands of Neteyam. His eyes were hopeful with desperation.

"When will they stop?", muttered Tuk in a drained voice. Her eyelids felt like the weight of the world was on them. ("This will protect the people! ...... Quaritch has Spi.... that kid knows everything!") Tired yourself, you picked up your little sister and entered the tent.

Both your mother and father glared at you with rage. Not for you but for each other. "Tuktirey is tired. I am tired. Everyone is tired. Save this for another night." Neytiri looked at Tuk feeling a strong wave of motherhood over her. With her instincts, she paced to you and lifted her youngest and watched shortly as she snoozed in her arms.

"There's no need to continue this another night. We're leaving for the Metkayina clan islands first thing next week.", said your Father with his roaring voice. Looking over, Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Kiri fixated on their own opinions but it all came down to it. We were headed to the islands next week.

☆ few days later, reaching end of the week

Kiri was sitting next to me, packing all her trinkets and whatnot for the journey ahead of us. "We don't need those things if we're on banshees for days.", you said in a playfully smug tone. "We need food." Kiri just rolled her eyes to not contribute to my attempt at amusement.

Brushing off my own remark I reminded myself I was supposed to go hunt. "... That reminds me, I'm off to the forest for some meat.", you swiftly spoke before Kiri reminded you that your father said to return before eclipse.

I nodded in understanding, grabbed my bow, and walked out of the tent.

While hunting I took in the beauty of Eywa the trees and roots, some flowers blooming and some not. Breathing the fresh air of the forest before having to breathe a salty one. I just couldn't keep my mind off having to leave the forests, our home. A swift motion snapped me out of my constant sadistic thoughts. I quickly leaped on the branches of the trees surrounding me to get a better aim at the hexapod I had seen. This beast was a good catch, if I hit it, it would suffice the entire family for a good 3 days. Just when I was about to shoot it with my bow I heard something and the creature dashed away. Gun. Bullet. Shot. Blood. Dead. Loud. These thoughts were racing through my head until my moment of realization. Sky people. I sprinted with urgent panic thinking about my family. Were they still alive even? I heard many crashes and screaming. I heard my mother. Oh my god. Was she scared? Or looking for me? How is Tuk? And my siblings? When I got to the scene I was quiet and alert because I was so frightened. "They're gone, rode off on their dinosaur pets.", said one voice. I glanced for a second and saw soldier sky people, the ones my father had fought with. The ones that killed many of my people and the Hometree. Before I knew it they had left in their massive metal creature. When I ran to the tents there was no one. At least no one was alive to tell me was had happened. I dashed as fast as I could to my family's tent and there was no one in sight. Tears left my eyes as I dropped to the floor at the sight of so many of my people dead. I remembered what the sky people had said earlier. "They're gone, rode off.." My family might've been alive and well. They must've rode off at the sight of the sky people. If they weren't in the tent or forest then there was one location they would be at. Metkayina.

THE MILK !

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro X Reader

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ contents: You wonder how your husband would react if you changed your mind about having kids.

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ warnings: suggestive themes, mentions of pregnancy.

You've got a free day off from your boss because this morning your boss's wife's water broke and she had to run to the labor. Your boss mentioned to everyone in the office that he doesn't want to miss a second when his wife is in a labor.

The whole day you've been scrolling on Tiktok and come across a video of a wife asking her husband what if she doesn't want to have kids, their husband's reaction was adorable saying that it's alright and that they can just adopt it they want.

Watching that video makes you wonder, you two never discuss it after you get married. It's been 2 years since your wedding day and yet you two never mentioned starting a family even though your parents asked countless times when are you two going to have kids, they're begging for grandkids heck even your grandmother would rub your stomach and mutter something under her breath but you two just laughed it off.

The second Tetsurou steps a foot in your shared house, he would do his normal routine every day, he would kiss your forehead, nose, and finally lips, a longing kiss that would last longer.

After dinner you decided to ask him. "Baby?"

"Yeah?" He asks with a bag of chips in his hands.

"What would you do if I decide not to have kids anymore?"

"Impossible" He says while chewing.

"What! Why?" You ask him with a small frown, curious why he said that.

"You have to have kids." He respond.

"Why?"

"How else am I gonna try THE MILK." He told you with beaming eyes and munching the chips. You're so confused by what he meant.

"The milk!?"

"yeah, the milk."

"What do you mean by the milk??"

He holds his finger up saying wait till he finished the chips in his mouth before opening his mouth again, "Listen every guy is curious, you can ask any guy on the planet. They are curious about what it tastes like ok?"

"what!" you laugh.

"And you're not gonna let me taste some random lady's milk! So I need you to have my child so I can try the milk" he added, starting to your eyes, determined.

"So the only reason you want me to have a kid is so that you can try my milk?" you question him with your eyes narrowed a bit. He shakes his head.

"No honey listen, that's not the only reason ok? I wanna raise a child and do that extra stuff and whatever but the main reason is that okay listen" he throw the empty bag away and stood up

"There's a reason why babies cry all the time when they don't have it. It gotta be something magical or something, it's gotta taste amazing for them to just cry all the time when they don't have it. So I wanna try it." he said with a nonchalant tone.

You had another idea for him about you deciding something else, "What if I decide to formula feed instead?" You asked.

He shakes his head "Oh no no, we're not doing formula feed, it's up to you if you want to have kids or not but if we do have a child we're not doing formula." He responded.

You let out a baffled sound at his reaction, "How else am I gonna try THE MILK?" You toppled over at his last comment.

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WHERE CAN I FIND THIS IN REAL LIFE!?

the five (5) love languages

pairing akaashi keiji x reader, hinata shoyo x reader, kozume kenma x reader, sakusa kiyoomi x reader, oikawa tooru x reader - all readers gn <3

note i know it seems like kenma has covid DFGSJS HE DOESNT ITS JUST A COLD

akaashi keiji. cutting up slices of fruit for them

keiji’s heart swelled when you came into his home office with a plate of sliced fruits and a cup of hot tea. he pointed at his headphones and the computer in front of him, signaling he was on a call, to which you nodded. keiji fumbled with some papers to make room for the goods you brought him, finding a coaster among the mess. placing the plate and tea down, you leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek and whispered, “remember to take a break,” bending back up you stole an apple slice with a small grin and kissed the side of his head, running your hand through his hair once, before walking out of the room and closing the door behind you with one last smile. keiji smiled subtly after you, the feeling of your lips lingering. he eyed the fruits, heart warming at the sight of his favorite fruits cut up into bite size pieces. he picked up the fork you had put on the plate and picked up a piece of honey melon, eating it with a full heart.

hinata shoyo. peeling a tangerine and sharing the slices

shoyo dropped down on the sidewalk unceremoniously, regretting it right after when he felt a sharp pain. he moaned and rubbed the spot, complaining when you snickered. he took out his phone to cheek the time, “twenty more minutes,” he informed you with a groan. you hummed and took out the tangerine you had just bought, beginning to peel it, while shoyo remained on his phone trying to make time go by faster. he was deeply concentrated on a video kenma had sent him when he felt something poking his bottom lip. he was confused for a second before he realized it was a tangerine piece. with raised eyebrows, he looked at you, only to have you ignore his unspoken question by pushing the fruit past his lips. shoyo chewed on the fruit and smiled when you smiled at him, looking back down at your tangerine right after, eating one yourself. you gave him the first one, he realized, smiling shyly and pocketing his phone so he could sit with you in silence, sharing a tangerine.

kozume kenma. making a warm meal and serving it in bed when they’re sick

kenma sat up with a groan and reached for a piece of tissue to blow his nose, throwing it in the trash bin you had put beside his side of the bed after, a coughing fit beginning right after he was done sneezing. finishing his coughing fit, kenma groaned again and dumped himself against the bed, just as you pushed the door open and walked in with a tray, wearing a mask., “i’m going to die,” he muttered to you, making you giggle. standing beside the bed, you commanded him to sit up and giving him the tray, “eat,” you said lovingly, “and then take a nap,” you pulled the mask down so you could kiss his forehead, ruffling his hair gently, “you’ll feel better,” with that you left the bedroom and kenma’s focus went to the hot meal you made him, heart skipping a beat when he realized you made one of his favorites. with shaky hands he reached for the spoon and took a bite, remembering to blow before eating, he hummed to himself in satisfaction. he noted you probably used more spice than usual so he could taste it better, heart warming at the thought you put into taking care of him and his health.

sakusa kiyoomi. making a cup of tea just how they like it

kiyoomi smiled when you entered the living room and handed him his tea, sacrificing his fingers burning for a few seconds so you didn’t have to when handing him his usual cup. he lifted an arm, wrapping it around you when you sat down, leaning into his side again. the movie entertained both of you as you sipped your tea and snacked on some candy. kiyoomi blew on his tea with small puffs, taking small sips after. the taste of chamomile with a hint of honey overtook his taste buds - it tasted just like he liked with tea, down to perfection, “how much honey did you use?” he asked. “just a bit,” you answered, with a smile. the answer was vague, but kiyoomi knew exactly how much; when you first started dating he had told you how he liked his tea and had said he used “just a bit” of honey before showing you how much that was. he smiled again, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head, lips resting there for a moment, taking you in. he took another sip of his tea, enjoying every moment of it.

oikawa tooru. buying their favorite snack or drink when you see it randomly while shopping

tooru began unpacking your grocery bags after he sent you to your room so you could change out of your work clothes. he hummed to himself as he put the different products in their rightful spot. he wasn’t with you when you went grocery shopping, seeing as you did it on your way home from work, only running into him in front of your house, where he was quick to take the bags from you and tell you to shower and chance. tooru came to a stop when he picked up the next item, almost tearing up when he realized it was his favorite milk bread from his favorite bakery. hearing you enter the kitchen, he turned to you, holding up the see through bag, “i walked past the bakery,” you hummed, taking the milk from the counter, “i saw it in the window and thought i would buy it for you,” his heart melted and he couldn’t resist pulling you in for a kiss, hugging you afterwards. he opened the bag and pulled out the bread and pulled off a piece, before breaking that piece into two, giving you the bigger piece with a bright smile.

nooo ahaha don’t reblog you’re so sexy - pls reblog

My heart can't handle this

gojo thinks your voice is really nice. 

whenever he brings it up, you always deny it, saying that your voice isn’t as nice as he makes it out to be — but gojo really does like your voice. he could hear you talk for hours. 

right now, you’re sitting next to him, talking about something, but he doesn’t exactly know what. all he’s picking up is ‘flowers’ and ‘bees’ and the pitch of your voice rising higher every time you get a tad bit more excited. he assumes that you’re talking about that trip to the garden you mentioned you were going on earlier. 

gojo hasn’t even realized that he’s gone oddly quiet, and it doesn't look like you have either, your voice still continuing to fill the serene air. all he’s giving you are the irregular nods and hums sounding from his chest to show you that he’s kind of following along with your story, despite every sentence that you say is going in one ear and out the other. 

he finds himself looking at your lips instead, watching the way your mouth moves with every word that falls out of your lips, the corners curling into a beautiful grin every few seconds, and then occasionally a pout if you remember something that brought your spirit down. 

gojo thinks that your lips look really, really nice. the tinted chapstick he witnessed you putting on earlier glistens pink on them, making them shine and bringing even more attention to your lips. he wonders what they would feel like against his own — if they are as soft as they look and would taste as good as he thinks they would. 

he feels kind of bad for not listening to your story — you seemed really excited to tell him about it, but suddenly gojo finds himself leaning in, desperately wanting to press his lips against yours with a great urgency. and he leans in and in, inch by inch, until he sees a hand waving from side to side in front of his face, his name getting called in the distance. 

“satoru? you okay?” your motions bring him back to reality, his eyes snapping back to yours, a lopsided smile on your face as you question him. 

he jerks back to his original spot, bringing a large hand to the back of his head to awkwardly rub on his warming skin. “of course i’m fine! why wouldn’t i be fine? are you fine?”

you giggle, retracting your hand back to your lap. “you looked like you were spacing out for a second there.” 

“yeah, only because you tell boring stories.” he flicks your forehead, chuckling when you bring your fingers to rub on the sore spot. “now, enough talking about you, let’s talk about me and how amazing i am!” and not about how he was paying a little too much attention to your lips. 

DAMNN IM GONNA NEED PART 2

// Background Witness Pt. 1 //

> Rotxo x Omaticayan!Reader <

> Being the dead-center middle child in your family. You know they tend to forget you, even though it’s not intentional it still hurts. Now, you’ve finally run into a new person who may have the same issue as you. (Rotxo x reader, fem reader, slight angst but mostly comfort)<

Upon first arriving to the new world, the Sully family quickly gained a traction in how fast their names spread around. No matter if it was born out of caution or curiosity, almost everyone knew who they were:

Neteyam, their eldest son, a stern and headstrong young man growing well into his responsibilities. Kiri, their knowledgeable daughter, comfortable in her personality and her own person. Lo’ak the second son, confident in himself and heavily mischievous, often quick-tempered. And, Tuktirey, simply called Tuk but notorious for her growing sass and adorable personality despite her young age. 

But what about (Y/n), The middle child born to Jake and Neytiri. It didn’t shock you that many didn’t know or remember you upon your arrival. You’d made sure to stick towards the back of their introduction, not one for confrontation, that plus your paler blue skin often contrasted the strong blue of the rest of your family. That didn’t make it hurt any less when you were still getting shocked looks of remembrance when stating your name to the people around 2 weeks into your stay. 

However, there was one perk to being the forgotten link in your family. You often got the best gossip surrounding what your siblings where up to when you aren’t around.

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