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Stupid idea (n.s.)

Slightly aged up!neteyam (18) x Navi!reader

Summary: the reader had the dumbest idea in the history of the universe

Angst without comfort (cuz I live for emotional pain). Two parts. (Part 2 will have comfort)

Warnings: neteyams feelings get hurt by the reader (bozo). No physical descriptions of y/n but she/her pronouns are used. Let me know if I missed anything

A/n: thank you for over 100 notes on my first story!! I hope this does just as good! Enjoy🧍🏻‍♀️💖

Background: Y/n spends a little too much time with spider. She ends up being introduced to social media and it’s old trends. Pranks especially. Specifically the “silent treatment” done between humans who are romantically involved. Her and spider thought it’d be a good idea to try it on Neteyam. Her and neteyam have been together for two years but are not mated yet. Who would’ve thought this “prank” would be such a stupid idea?

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Neteyam enters the tent, closing the makeshift door softly, and tosses his bow from training onto the floor, brimming with excitement. Although fatigued and weary, he's relieved to finally be home, ready to recharge and rediscover a sense of serenity. Eagerly, he anticipates the forthcoming moments. However, he finds a silent, vacant, and impeccably neat space. Puzzled, he scratches the back of his neck, hoping that some motion will help him grasp the underlying issue that is clearly amiss.

Eventually, he locates you on your shared mat, sitting slightly hunched over, engrossed in your bracelet making. A smile creeps across Neteyams lips as he approaches you, shedding his gear carelessly onto the floor. Longing for your warm embrace.

With caution, he lowers himself onto the mat, mindful not to disturb you excessively. Curious as to why you haven't stopped your work or acknowledged him, he gently taps your shoulder. However, there is still no reaction from you, leaving him flustered.

"Y/n?" he whispers, drawing closer, settling beside you. He places his arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. He gazes at you hopefully, studying your profile and slightly pouted lips. Internally, he pleads for you to turn towards him even slightly, just enough to grant him the opportunity to kiss you—an eagerly awaited moment he has anticipated throughout the entire day. However, doubts start to creep in.

In an attempt to prod you, he moves aside the strands of hair veiling your neck and leans in, finally making contact with your skin. He senses a reaction, as goosebumps rise on your skin, filling him with joy. He continues to kiss you, yearning to hear your laughter, your voice, to feel that he is truly home, safe, and cared for.

Yet, you remain indifferent, absorbed in your craft. This realization leaves him feeling melancholic, irritated, and vexed. His voice sounds hollow and devoid of emotion as he asks, "really?" Your gaze remains fixed on the piece of jewelry, mindlessly grabbing more beads. You understand the need to play along, realizing it's not the right time to smile.

He notices your efforts to suppress a smile, and it angers him. He abruptly rises from the mat, hissing with frustration. Without uttering a word, he stands there, silently staring at you. "Are you serious, y/n?" he scoffs. “What are you doing?"

He spits out the words with intensity, watching them fall heavily to the floor. His eyes glare at you with so much anger that your ears grow warm. He makes a deliberate attempt to express his disappointment, and he succeeds.

"You know what?" he seethes through clenched teeth. "I don't care if I did something wrong or if this is just another one of your new human things you’ve learned. I truly don't care!" He raises his voice, shouting the last sentence. "We're getting older, y/n, but you're behaving like Tuk!"

You refuse to meet his gaze, blinking wearily at the object before you. You’re getting him angry and you know you should stop but you kept going. Deep down, you know he will eventually forgive you, just as he has countless times before, and that thought provides you with a sense of security.

"You know what? I'm tired. I'm exhausted," he continues, his voice heavy with fatigue. "Training didn't go well today, and I made a lot of mistakes. Dad didn't say a lot, but I could sense his stress and disappointment, and I know it was all because of me," he confesses with a heavy sigh, running a hand through his braids. "I understand that it may not be your fault, and it's not your responsibility to carry my guilt, but I had hoped you would offer some comfort and support, as we've always done in our relationship."

As he speaks those words aloud, a twinge of sadness washes over you. However, you swiftly attempt to suppress those feelings, convincing yourself that it's merely a joke, just a prank. After all, he will eventually comprehend it. You reassure yourself that you will provide him with the warmth and love he needs, but at a later time-like an idiot.

"If I did something wrong," Neteyam utters wearily, taking a small step closer to the mat. "Eywa, just tell me directly. I promise I won't repeat it again. I'm willing to learn from my mistakes for the sake of our relationship. But if this is a bad joke—Eywa, I don't know."

He gazes at you, hopeful that you will respond. He waits, hoping you'll give in, look at him, and reveal what's troubling you. However, you remain silent, distant, motionless. It becomes too much for him to bear.

"You know what? Grow up, y/n. I can't tolerate this attitude towards me," Neteyam exclaims and running a hand through his braids. "I'm going to rest with my parents." he declares finally, casting one last glance at the scene before him—your vacant expression and empty face. He wonders if you doubt him because he has been overly kind too many times before. With a weary sigh, he reluctantly gives you a final chance to break free from it all. "We'll discuss this tomorrow, but believe me when I say this," he adds reluctantly, spurred on by your actions. "My patience is wearing thin."

He leaves quickly and retreats to his parents tent as fast as possible. He knows he must separate himself as this suffocating guilt gnaws at him from within. He believes he is justified in his anger, his frustration with you. Yet, he still questions if he might have done something wrong. The guilt continues to weigh heavily upon him.

A/n: y/n is a dummy buttttt did y’all like it????? Comment some feed back plsss and I love u guys<3

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I’m working on more stuff I promise y’all I just wanna have stuff done and ready to post instead of posting and then working on something then posting again ya dig? Also thanks for 100 notes????!!! Y’all have my heart

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After Hours (n.s.)

Summary: neteyam being a cutie patootie

Warnings: none

A/n: this is officially my third ff phase wooo (my first being in 2017) avatar has awaken the “writer” in me and I’m here to do my best!! This was supposed to be written as something else but I kept it short and fluffy Enjoy🤭🤭

" gosh yawne!"

You tried to push neteyam away from you but it was impossible when he was literally on top of you.

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It was just about to be eclipse when he walked into you guys’ tent seeing you already asleep on your shared mat. He was on a hunting trip with his father that he didn’t want to attend-his father had to damn there drag him out of your home. He already cleaned himself up before he arrived and all he wanted was to lay with you. Be warmed by you. And that’s what he did.

He lays all his things in the corner as quietly as he could though he was probably going to wake you up anyway. He walked over and crouched down next to you. He moved you onto your back -since you were previously laying on your side- removed the blanket and put all his body weight on top of your sleeping figure.

He shimmys around using his knees to move your legs apart to make room for him. You stir at the new weight on you. Your eyes open to see your soon-to-be mate casually getting comfortable on you.

Not realizing you’re fully awake -having ignored your stirring- he moves your arm from where it laid across you stomach so both of you would be skin to skin. He then tucks his arms under your body and lays his face in your neck.

You lay there just to see what he’ll do next because you find this amusing.

Neteyam lets out a content sigh signaling that he’s in his final position and is getting ready to let sleep consume him.

But that’s interrupted by the arm he moved a minute ago raising to his shoulder.

“Gosh yawne” you grumbled with sleep still evident in your voice. You lightly pushed neteyam to attempt at getting him off of you.

And it worked…kinda

He untucked his arms to prop himself up and looked at you with a pout.

“What?” He was basically whining. The way this man looked was something only you were gifted to see. He’s tiredly looking at you half-lidded. Slowly blinking at you. Eyes roaming your face or trying too. Admiring? Waiting I guess. He’s so in love and so tired. But he started whining again.

“This is nothing new.. what’s the problem now??” With a huff he plops his head back on your chest not planning to move any time soon.

You smile at how childish he’s being. He’s cute. “I’m just kidding teyam” you mumble. you run your nails lightly up and down his back. “Caught me a little bit off guard tonight”

He just hums enjoying your hands that are making it hard to focus on whatever you’re saying. He knows you wouldn’t have a problem. You never did. “Night neteyam”

He nods his head - at least that’s what you think he did. Who knows. He’s barely awake. You wait till you hear his breathing get slightly louder which tells you that he fell asleep.

You are this mans safe space. No one has ever made him feel so protected. He’s so tender. So soft and sweet with you.

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