#we look cute together though mwah😚😚😚

[willkimurashat]

Well, It’s official🫣

[stars-tonight]

CONGRATS ON 100 JULES 😚🫶 so so so happy for you mwah

for your event, how about ice cream and pillow fight?

all the love, ro! <3

LAZY MORNINGS (FT. KUROO TETSURŌ)

ice cream → kuroo tetsurō

pillow fight → lazy mornings

synopsis: the relaxing morning you share after kuroo arrives back home from the airport. post-timeskip, pre-established relationship, fluff

word count: 975

your favorite days are the ones kuroo comes home.

because of his job, he is often on the road. you don’t mind; he is doing what he loves and is pretty darn good at it. but you miss him sometimes. you used to always ask him to tell you when he was flying back to japan--even if it was just for a little while--so you could meet him at the airport and you could go out for his favorite salt-grilled pacific saury. but recently he’s started surprising you; sometimes in the evening you’ll hear a knock at your door and it’s him, or you’ll wake up in the morning with him snoring next to you. when this happens, your heart will always skip a beat before you fully comprehend that it’s him, he’s here. and even though he’ll have to leave again soon, he’s here with you right now.

yesterday was one of those days. right at dinnertime, when you were feeling a little too lazy to cook and was seriously considering just ordering takeout, you heard a knock on the door. you opened it and it was him, him with his suitcase, bundled up in a jacket to brave the cold air of the plane, a fresh bouquet of roses in one hand and a bag of your favorite takeout in the other, tired but still grinning that cheshire-cat smile you’d grown to love.

you gasped and leapt into his arms. he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you too. “hey baby,” he said softly. “did you make dinner? i ordered you takeout on my way here in case you wanted some.”

gosh, he knew you so well. he gently walked you back into your house, handing you the roses and setting the takeout on the living room table. “i wanted to surprise you,” he said--which is what he always says when he randomly shows up at your door. “i got you so much stuff from france--macarons, eiffel tower keychains, a beret. . .”

you pulled him down beside you onto the couch. “stay here and just let me look at you.” it was half a demand and half a plea.

he smiled gently. “i would, but i’m dirty from the airport. let me go shower, baby, and then we’ll pop on a movie, okay? besides, you’ll get me for a lot longer this time--i’m staying in japan for the next few months.”

you started tearing up then. your kuroo, by your side for the next few months? you could hardly believe it. this was why your favorite days involved him coming home.

actually, you take that back. your favorite days are the ones after kuroo comes home.

today is saturday, which is good because you both get to relax for two whole days before you have to go to work. you wake up to shining sun rays on your face, birds chirping outside your window, and a heavy weight--which you now recognize as kuroo’s arm--splayed across you.

he’s still asleep. a glance at the clock tells you it’s ten. you breathe deeply, taking in kuroo’s familiar scent. he’s snoring lightly, eyes closed peacefully. you run your hand through his hair mindlessly.

he slowly cracks one eye open. “hey, baby,” he says groggily (in that sleepy voice that’s half cute and half hot).

“hey,” you whisper. “did you sleep well?”

he hums. he’s always jet-lagged, a consequence of travelling all over the world. “what time is it?”

“ten,” you say. “we have time.” the days after he comes home are usually spent like this unless you have work; you lay in bed together for hours until one of you has to pee or you get hungry.

he smiles sleepily. “i missed you.”

“i missed you too.” you smiled at him. “but now you get to stay with me for at least until december. where are you going next?”

he frowns. “don’t wanna think about that,” he admits, burying his face in your neck. “just wanna hold you.”

you suppress a smile. “dork,” you mutter.

he grunts out a protest, the sound muffled into your skin. you stay in that position for several minutes. you hear kuroo eventually fall back asleep, and he snores for another hour before waking up. you’ve managed to push him off of you and go to the bathroom to freshen up; now you’re sitting peacefully in bed reading a book. as soon as you had gotten back from the bathroom, kuroo’s arm had found its way back around your waist.

he groans a little before fully opening his eyes. “i like this,” he murmurs. “relaxing. i don’t usually get to spend time in bed, you know.”

you nod sympathetically. “we’ll take it easy today,” you assure him. “staying in, movies, maybe takeout again. . .” as your mind drifts to which restaurant you want to order today, your stomach growls.

kuroo fights back a snort--this man stuns you sometimes, he’s in his twenties and sometimes still has the emotional maturity of a ten year old. “are you hungry?” he asks.

“a little,” you admit, your face flushing.

he brushes a lock of your hair out of your eyes. “i’ll make breakfast,” he whispers. “what are we feeling?”

you hum thoughtfully. “the tetsu special?”

the “tetsu special”--kuroo had named it--included a stack of pancakes piled high with strawberries and whipped cream, a side of bacon, and a bowl of scrambled eggs. you don’t know how he does it--maybe it’s that chemistry knowledge kicking in--but kuroo’s pretty darn good at cooking, especially when he can make the pancakes from a box mix.

“sure.” kuroo stretches and rolls himself out of bed. “coming right up. you just stay here in bed, baby. i’m taking care of you today.” he winks at you.

you hide your blush behind your book. yeah. yeah, these lazy mornings are your favorite days.

A/N: oh my goodness guys, first event request is out! i'm sorry i'm sorry i hoped to get on these faster but i just now had a stroke of inspiration . . . thank you sm for requesting ro and i hope i did kuroo justice!

[luvv4j4ybe11]

This is so good!! The way you illustrated the first interaction when they first met is so mwah, chefs kiss amazing!🩷 I’m usually not a fan of slow burns but this is definitely one of my favorites!!

“To put it simply, he was nervous. His hands were gripping the edge of his loincloth so tightly he worried vaguely that it might tear. His mother kept sending him worried looks, and his father—Toruk Makto—had his hand on Neteyam’s shoulder, keeping him walking towards the Olangi camp like Neteyam would try to run away.”

(Babyboy being nervous? I’m crying he’s so cute😭) i felt my babyboy nerves through this, like ik this boy was holding onto the edge of his loioncloth so he could stop his hands from trembling💔 and the way Jake and neytiri are js as equally nervous don’t help no better 😭

“At least, the support of Tuk and his mother. Kiri is less than pleased with the union, but then again, she is rarely pleased with anything. She says it's barbaric, the arrangement of a mating between two people who have never met.” /And/ “Lo'ak just despises that Neteyam's new mate will take up his time, time that Lo'ak thinks should be spent on more entertaining things. Like disobeying their parents and whatnot.”

Yes bro omfg😭 these are 100% kiri and lo’ak, and kiri is making such a good point too bc i view arranged marriages the same way, but for the sake of the fic i support it🥰(yes im biased idc😒)

“You returned the gesture, and Neteyam realised with a little spark of sick fear that this was it. You would return home with him and his family, and you would be his mate. You would be together forever, in the eyes of Eywa.” /and/ “He couldn't even begin to imagine how that would go. Your expression was blank, devoid of any emotion that could possibly clue him in to how you were feeling.”

Poor baby was so scared 🙁 once again you did such a good job describing how Neteyam felt, I was js as nervous as him😭 especially since he couldn’t read Y/N’s expressions, which is smth I do on the regular, so when I can’t I lowkey start to panic💔

“Then you made a face that was somehow both confused and disbelieving. “How do you climb with those legs, or even keep your balance with that tail?” you asked him, voice cutting through the serene silence.”

GIRLLL😅 when I tell u Y/N had me like

I meant it😭

“Parultsyìp!” the tsahik, your mother said, scandalised. Lo’ak stiffens beside Neteyam, and Neteyam knows his brother well enough to know that a rude retort is on the tip of Lo’ak’s tongue.”

I side with y/n’s mother 100%, like chile tf was u thinkin?

And the way lo’ak was alr ready to say some slick shit? Fucking love that, bc I love seeing protective lo’ak with his siblings! Mad underrated

“You had imagined the Omaticaya to look something like you, of course. Strong limbs, hard with muscle from an early age. Though, of course, their muscle would be born from climbing trees and whatnot, rather than wrangling and spending days on the back of a direhorse. /and/ Thick tails, for balance- though, again, theirs would be needed for balance when high up as opposed to when riding.”

I love how you went into detail about why reader said wtf she said, even tho we alr know that she’s a blunt person, You added a reason why she is the way she is which is amazing!! We love context😚

“Yes, now it seemed incredibly stupid, as you stood there staring at your future mate, whose name you didn't even know. Neteyam, you think your mother has told you./and/ Your future mate (Neteyam?) stared back, expression carefully calm.”

Kiris statement from earlier is really shining thru😭 but this got me even more hyped for seeing them get closer to each other😩

“Lo’ak is still annoyed with your earlier insult. Neteyam can feel his younger brother bristling at his side, but he simply nudges Lo’ak. “You cannot blame them for being confused. They have never seen Omaticaya before,” he murmurs.” “You don't know that!” Lo’ak hissed in response. “They were being a jerk!” “Ao’nung was the same way, remember?” Neteyam reminds his brother. “But he is a good friend now. They will not be like that always.” “You have too much faith,” Lo’ak grumbled, before squinting up at his brother. “It’s because they're attractive, isn’t it?”Neteyam just scoffs and smacks Lo’ak upside the head.

This whole scene is js too cute😭 i couldn’t pick one part. I love how Neteyam said smth about what was bugging Lo’ak even tho he didn’t tell him (the older sibling intuition kickin in!) and I js love when people write cute sibling moments between them in their fics, bc we didn’t get enough in the movie💔

Then your eyes flick to him, glancing over his face momentarily, before they drop back down to the food before you. "I am sorry, even if I don't seem it," you say after a moment. "It was stupid of me to make assumptions. And... even more stupid of me to act like you should've fulfilled expectations you weren't even aware of." /and/ "It's fine," Neteyam shrugged. "I'm not upset or anything. I guess it's justified. I didn't know what you were going to look like either."

Proud of my girl for apologizing again 🥰💅🏽 and ik with how understanding teyam was being she automatically felt better, like they’re gonna be such a good couple I alr knowww

Neteyam grips your arm gently, feeling the corded muscles within. "Omaticaya are not so bulky," he said carefully. He didn't want to upset you in some way. Of course, you'd already insulted him, but you'd apologised and he could see you hadn't meant it in such a harsh way. "In the forest, we have no need for it." You nod, touching his own arm with your free hand, noting how you can wrap your hand around it entirely. "We ride before we can walk," you say, taking his hand and pressing his fingers into the top of your thigh so he can feel for himself. "Our leg muscles develop first. From riding and also hunting on foot. Then our arms, from handling direhorses and whatnot. Our core muscles too. Mama says we developed thicker bodies to accommodate the strength we need for our lifestyle." Neteyam nods, feeling the hard muscle beneath your dusty blue skin, though he's careful not to let his curiosity cross any boundaries. He can feel his ears angling forwards to catch your words as you speak quietly, the rattle of the off-white beads in your own hair, his skin tingling with warmth as you wrap your hand around his arm.

Phew😩! The tension in this? Ik it’s small and harmless but it’s there, and I’m lovingg it. Ik my boy was THINKIN THOUGHTTTSSS, the thoughts was GOINGG😜

If you couldn’t tell by this whole ass essay, this fic was so good and well written🥰 pls tag me in part two😩!! I can’t wait to read it

Proximity

Neteyam x Olangi! Reader

Warnings: angst, arranged marriage, reader's sheltered asf and is low-key very awkward and blunt as a result, reader's direhorse dies, Neteyam gets insulted within five seconds of meeting them, slowburn I think, neteyam getting misnamed repeatedly

(nobody ask me about the accuracy of anything)

Neteyam was to be mated to you, the child of the olo’eyktan of the Olangi clan—the nomadic clan of the plains, direhorse riders.

To put it simply, he was nervous. His hands were gripping the edge of his loincloth so tightly he worried vaguely that it might tear. His mother kept sending him worried looks, and his father—Toruk Makto—had his hand on Neteyam’s shoulder, keeping him walking towards the Olangi camp like Neteyam would try to run away.

Since the Olangi were a nomadic people, his father had to plan everything out perfectly so that they would not come when the Olangi had already moved on. It had caused his father a lot of stress, Neteyam knew, but as they approached the camp, his father’s tight grip relaxed.

They'd taken their ikrans most of the way, but his father had made them the last little bit, saying the last time he'd sought out the Olangi his winged mount had startled their direhorses quite a bit, and he didn't intend to repeat the accident.

The camp was made up of simple cloth tents- animal skins, maybe, stretched over wooden poles whittled down to gleaming off-white.

The area was alive with children of all ages running around outside and playing, little squeals and shrieks snatched away by the warm evening breeze.

Cooking fires dotted the ground like red stars, adults and older children tending bubbling pots, haunches of meat skewered and turning slowly.

And, of course, direhorses tied up to the tents themselves, cropping grass peacefully, whickering to one another every so often.

It was nice. Calm. The grass, golden with summer dryness, rasped against Neteyam's calves as he walked. The air was heady with the smell of herbs and animals- not entirely unpleasant, he noted.

As they reached the outskirts of the camp, a small group approached them, the olo’eyktan at the head. He was tall, taller than Neteyam's father, with a bone piercing through his nose. The rest of the group was composed of a shorter woman with long, dangling bone earrings who Neteyam guessed was the tsahik; three near-identical young men, probably your brothers, all the same height as the olo’eyktan and therefore they towered over Neteyam, even from a distance; and a young person painted in rich, earthy colours, decorated with bone jewelry. The olo’eyktan’s youngest. You.

Neteyam’s future mate.

His father and the olo’eyktan both performed the usual greeting, and Neteyam was prodded forward to do the same. Tuk, Kiri, Lo’ak and their mother remain behind Neteyam and their father, but he can feel their support wholeheartedly, warm and constant.

At least, the support of Tuk and his mother. Kiri is less than pleased with the union, but then again, she is rarely pleased with anything. She says it's barbaric, the arrangement of a mating between two people who have never met.

Lo'ak just despises that Neteyam's new mate will take up his time, time that Lo'ak thinks should be spent on more entertaining things. Like disobeying their parents and whatnot.

You returned the gesture, and Neteyam realised with a little spark of sick fear that this was it. You would return home with him and his family, and you would be his mate. You would be together forever, in the eyes of Eywa.

He couldn't even begin to imagine how that would go. Your expression was blank, devoid of any emotion that could possibly clue him in to how you were feeling.

Your eyes, outlined boldly in red, flicked over him, and he felt oddly naked beneath them.

Then you made a face that was somehow both confused and disbelieving. “How do you climb with those legs, or even keep your balance with that tail?” you asked him, voice cutting through the serene silence.

One of your brothers muffled a snort, earning a sharp elbow from one of the other two.

“Parultsyìp!” the tsahik, your mother said, scandalised. Lo’ak stiffens beside Neteyam, and Neteyam knows his brother well enough to know that a rude retort is on the tip of Lo’ak’s tongue.

You wince at your mother's cry, ears flattening against your head in childish irritation.

Of course, you hadn't intended to be rude. Why would you? You weren't stupid, you knew you had to make this work or you would be miserable for the rest of your life.

But you had never seen Omaticaya before. You'd grown up on tales of Toruk Makto, of course, the sky demon with the skin of any average Omatikayan man, who'd come from a star and saved the Omaticaya- sort of, your older brother Kalzi had whispered to you afterwards, just giving you one of his annoying, knowing smiles when you had asked him what he meant.

You hadn't even been born when Toruk Makto came to your tribe, seeking their help.

But Toruk Makto was your childhood hero. Big and strong and smart and... Oh, everything in between.

You had imagined the Omaticaya to look something like you, of course. Strong limbs, hard with muscle from an early age. Though, of course, their muscle would be born from climbing trees and whatnot, rather than wrangling and spending days on the back of a direhorse.

Thick tails, for balance- though, again, theirs would be needed for balance when high up as opposed to when riding.

Not that you had spent much time thinking on the appearance of a tribe you had never seen in your life. It, stupid though it seemed now, had just been something you'd pondered once and accepted ever since.

Yes, now it seemed incredibly stupid, as you stood there staring at your future mate, whose name you didn't even know. Neteyam, you think your mother has told you.

And, of course, your mouth had gotten ahead of you and voiced your confusion and disbelief before you could stop yourself.

Your future mate (Neteyam?) stared back, expression carefully calm.

His little brother didn't seem so inclined, however, and was giving you a glare strong enough to burst your head like an overripe fruit.

"Apologise," your father said firmly, his hand coming down on the back of your neck. Hard.

"Oh, there's no need-" Toruk Makto began awkwardly, waving a hand in dismissal. "They didn't mean it badly."

Your father made you apologise anyway.

You weren't a kid anymore, but you sure as hell felt like one as you forced out the most sincere apology you could muster, still staring at Neteyam in disbelief, eyes roving over every inch of his abnormal body.

To his credit, Neteyam accepted your apology graciously, carefully avoiding meeting your eyes again.

"Well," your older brother Zütxu said cheerfully, clapping his hands. "This has been sufficiently awkward. Join us for dinner? It's the least we can do, since you've come all this way. My idea was to put them on their direhorse and send them on their way and be done with them, but-"

"Zütxu!" your mother said, clutching at her nonexistent pearls for a second time. "Must all my children make disgraces of themselves?! Great Mother."

"We'd love to join you for dinner," Toruk Makto cut in smoothly, ushering his family forward.

Lo’ak is still annoyed with your earlier insult. Neteyam can feel his younger brother bristling at his side, but he simply nudges Lo’ak. “You cannot blame them for being confused. They have never seen Omaticaya before,” he murmurs.

“You don't know that!” Lo’ak hissed in response. “They were being a jerk!”

“Ao’nung was the same way, remember?” Neteyam reminds his brother. “But he is a good friend now. They will not be like that always.”

“You have too much faith,” Lo’ak grumbled, before squinting up at his brother. “It’s because they're attractive, isn’t it?”

Neteyam just scoffs and smacks Lo’ak upside the head.

A few minutes later, they are seated around a bonfire with the rest of the Olangi clan, everyone eating and talking happily. Neteyam finds himself seated next to you, as he expected.

You are silent, the fire reflecting in your eyes, in your glistening body paint, in a way Neteyam cannot help but stare at.

Then your eyes flick to him, glancing over his face momentarily, before they drop back down to the food before you. "I am sorry, even if I don't seem it," you say after a moment. "It was stupid of me to make assumptions. And... even more stupid of me to act like you should've fulfilled expectations you weren't even aware of."

"It's fine," Neteyam shrugged. "I'm not upset or anything. I guess it's justified. I didn't know what you were going to look like either."

You nod. A few moments pass as you pick at your food before you speak again. "I thought you would look more like me." You take a minute to explain your theory to him, flushing as you do.

Neteyam laughs, the beads in his braids clicking against one another as he moves, his eyes glittering in the firelight also. He tilts his head, shifting a little closer to you. "May I?" he asked, reaching for your arm.

You nodded, holding it out for him to take, confusion written in your face.

Neteyam grips your arm gently, feeling the corded muscles within. "Omaticaya are not so bulky," he said carefully. He didn't want to upset you in some way. Of course, you'd already insulted him, but you'd apologised and he could see you hadn't meant it in such a harsh way. "In the forest, we have no need for it."

You nod, touching his own arm with your free hand, noting how you can wrap your hand around it entirely. "We ride before we can walk," you say, taking his hand and pressing his fingers into the top of your thigh so he can feel for himself. "Our leg muscles develop first. From riding and also hunting on foot. Then our arms, from handling direhorses and whatnot. Our core muscles too. Mama says we developed thicker bodies to accommodate the strength we need for our lifestyle."

Neteyam nods, feeling the hard muscle beneath your dusty blue skin, though he's careful not to let his curiosity cross any boundaries. He can feel his ears angling forwards to catch your words as you speak quietly, the rattle of the off-white beads in your own hair, his skin tingling with warmth as you wrap your hand around his arm.

He has hopes for this union after all.

This is deffo going to have a part two lol. Reader is also pretty much an Aonung variant I realise now. Idk if any of what I said about the Olangi is canonical it's all what makes sense to me. Please please tell me your thoughts!!! 🫶