tags: boyfriend! seungcheol x reader, pure comfort fluff, crying, mentions of prolonged spells of sadness, reader is going through a hard time and seungcheol provides comfort, that’s about it | wc: 603
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‘seungcheoooool’ you whine, staggering your steps while walking up to your boyfriend. his arms immediately open wide, waiting to receive you with a big hug.
‘cheollie, i’m sad’
‘that’s it. who do i need to fight?’ he puts his most menacing face on, only to look extremely adorable in his efforts.
you giggle, ‘me. you need to fight me because it's my brain that’s making me sad without any reason'
‘listen if i need to fight you, i’ll fight you man’ he balls his fists up, giving you a playful little punch on your cheek, accompanying it with a silly ‘psch’ sound effect.
‘but no, tell me, what’s wrong, baby?’ he asks in pout ‘my precious little bae-bee’
‘i don’t know’ you sigh, sinking back into his arms ‘i just feel…sad?’ he rubs your back in soothing circles, swaying you gently from side to side.
‘mmhm, i know what you mean. how can i make it better, my love?’ you shake your head, rubbing it into his chest ‘i don’t think you can’
‘not you’ you clarify so as not to make him overthink which you’re sure he’s already started doing. you’re right.
‘as in nothing can. i’m just sad. have been for the last couple of weeks. i don’t know, i just feel so…tired’ he knows he’s not supposed to take your words personally, but it hurts him. not only does he feel awful that you waited this long to confide in him, he also feels like a massive failure for not noticing anything was wrong in the first place.
he hugs you tighter, resting his chin on top of your head. he’s a little lost honestly, unable to understand how to fix this, or what even needs fixing. he’s always been able to do something to take the pain away, but for the first time he doesn’t have an answer and he hates it.
it’s not like you were hiding it from him all this time; you thought the feeling would go away like it usually did but it stayed for a week, and then like a bad guest it stayed for another one, plus one more, and after that it felt too heavy a burden to share.
‘it’s been going on for so long, and i don’t know w-what to do a-anymore’ your voice shakes, dangerously close to breaking. you think you’ve successfully swallowed that lump in your throat but then seungcheol strokes your hair so gently, so lovingly, so affectionately, you immediately burst into tears.
‘hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?’ he pulls back and grabs your face with both hands, his face falling when he sees yours ‘oh baby’ your tear-filled eyes, those big wet drops rolling down your soft cheeks, and your wobbly chin — they all make his heart hurt. he’s so worried but he doesn’t let it show, calmly wiping your tears away.
‘it’s okay, it’ll be okay, i’m right here, yeah? i’m right here’ his eyes are big and hopeful. you nod twice, inhaling in sudden sharp breaths.
‘come here’ he holds you as tight as he can without hurting you, cradling your head protectively in his hands ‘i’m so sorry i don’t know how to fix this but we’ll figure it out together, okay? it’ll be okay’
you nod, continuing to sob against his chest, and he lets you, telling you to let it all out, cry as much as you want for as long as you need.
that’s all he can think of to do, and if he needs to hold you forever to make it even a little better, he gladly will.
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The Songcord - Neteyam
[ Neteyam x Omatikaya!reader ]
Request: Can I request a Neteyam x Omaticaya!reader
Author’s note: I recommend listening to From Darkness to Light, The Spirit Tree, and The Songcord if you have tissues prepared
Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, death
Word Count: 3,101
“Feels like I haven’t been here in ages,” you muttered, hands brushing the glowing strands of the tree of voices. Kiri and Tuk were already immersed in their own worlds, not hearing a thing you were saying. Spider was out exploring on his own, eyeing the sky, the flowers, the tree, and basically everything else.
“Better make the most of it then,” Lo’ak replied, attaching his queue to a strand.
Neteyam was standing near the bark, and it looked like he wasn’t going to join them any time soon, so you followed Lo’ak and did the same.
It had been a while since you’d done this, or had been anywhere near the tree at all. Although there were plenty of excuses to use, you knew you were just scared of what you’d see.
It was moments like these, where you’d hear and see your actual parents, that made you afraid. You had been fighting so long to earn your place here with the Sully’s.
Even though you started off wanting to befriend the family of the person who insisted on becoming your friend, it’d grown into something deeper over time. And every time you looked back to your parents whenever you visited the tree made you realize that you could never have what you actually wanted.
The feeling overwhelmed you, screamed at you until the bond was forcefully broken and you were thrown back off your balance. You didn’t know what was happening, but you could somehow make out Lo’ak’s muffled yelling over your blurry vision and ringing ears.
“Neteyam!”
“What happened?”
“I don’t know!”
“Move!” You felt hands grasping your shoulders, but you were too caught up on trying to breathe to see who it was. It felt like the air was sucked out of you and none of your senses were working properly. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re here.”
There was no coherent thought on what was going on, but you could feel the thumb gently rubbing small circles on your shoulder.
“Shh. You’re okay,” Neteyam whispered, leaning his forehead to yours.
Your shallow breaths slowly returned to normal, and you started to make sense of what was happening. You could start to feel the numbing of your legs from the uncomfortable position, and you could see Lo’ak’s worried gaze on you. You started to hear Neteyam’s comforting words clearer and feel the way he was holding you.
You heard the sigh of relief Lo’ak released when you felt yourself calming down and Spider running towards you, closing your eyes to let yourself succumb to Neteyam’s comforting hold.
He kept his eyes closed and forehead pressed against yours for as long as you’d like to assure you that he wasn’t going anywhere. It was only when you felt the numbing of your legs begin to worsen when you pulled away, finally looking at your surroundings.
Kiri and Tuk were still engrossed in their memories and it looked like they did not witness the scene that had just unfold beside them, much to your relief. You didn’t know how you’d explain this to the cheery child.
“Hey, you okay? What was that?” Spider questioned.
“I don’t know.”
They all decided to leave you to yourself and give you time to think, well except Lo’ak who wasn’t going to let it slide that easily.
“What did you see?” he asked as he sat down beside you, leaning his head against a tree.
“The usual.”
“Then why did-“ Lo’ak stopped himself with a sigh before he could interrogate you any further. “Don’t leave me hanging for too long. Talk when you’re ready.”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“Guys, it’s dark out we need to get back.” You heard Kiri call out from a distance.
“You were the one that took so long,” Lo’ak replied as he stood up, offering a hand to you for support.
“Let’s go, children.” Neteyam rallied everyone, placing a hand on Tuk’s back when she almost lost her balance.
You all ran back from the way you came, anxiousness gripping at each one of you when you saw the sky completely dark, the only thing lighting it up were the stars and moons.
But there was no room to worry about curfew when all you could think about was what had happened back there. Everything happened so fast you could barely process it.
“You coming?” Neteyam’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.
You looked up to the boy waiting for you, his head turned back to face you expectantly. In a matter of seconds, you regained your senses and jumped up to the branch near him.
Maybe you didn’t really regain all of your senses after all, considering how you slipped on the moss and fell backwards. Lucky for you, Neteyam had incredible reflexes, grabbing your hand before you managed to fall. Being the Olo’eyktan in training had its perks.
“Careful.”
“Thanks,” you muttered half-heartedly.
Neteyam decided he wasn’t going to press you further on it, giving you some space for whatever is going on in your head.
The branches suddenly felt further apart than they were, and your legs felt heavy as you leaped from branch to branch, following the Sully kids.
“Mom’s going to be so mad,” said Kiri as she ran past Lo’ak to catch up with Spider. Poor Tuk was left behind, so you grabbed her hand and matched your pace with the youngest Sully.
“Come on, Tuk,” you encouraged her when you saw the big jump she had to make. She pursed her lips and made a running start before leaping, Neteyam steadying her balance on the other side.
“Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you,” he whispered as you passed him.
You could see the circled-outlines of the moons in the sky, their glow being the only thing that allowed you to see your path, apart from the glow behind the opening in a tree bark that indicated you were finally there.
“And where-“ Neytiri started as Neteyam joined your circle. “Have you all been?”
Technically you weren’t actually family, you thought as you slowly backed away from them. With it being so dark and you standing on the edge of the group made your escape seem pretty easy. Neteyam noticed your movements but didn’t comment on it.
“You too.” You froze in your spot, Neytiri’s eyes trained on you like a spotlight.
You doubted that they saw you as family, but Jake and Neytiri had an odd way of making you feel like it. You had been a little younger than Tuk when Lo’ak had found you, and from there, each day you spent with the Sullys brought you closer to the family. But in times like this, you wished you didn’t feel like part of the family enough to escape Neytiri’s scolding.
-
“Why do they get to do the fun stuff while we sit here? I’d rather join them.”
“Suit yourself. I like it here,” replied Kiri.
Just on time, you stopped your pacing and ran out to the sound of the people shouting for the war party. The scene that greeted you wasn’t what you had initially expected, but it was no surprise either.
You kept your distance as you watched the two boys look down guiltily when Kiri approached, trying to drag the older brother out of the situation.
However, the huge gash on Neteyam’s chest worried you more than anything. His tail was swishing gently, showing the unease he felt.
Eventually, Jake let them both go and you followed them into the tent, and when the boys saw you, their faces lit up.
“Hey,” you approached Neteyam who was sitting on top of a wooden table with Kiri tending to his wounds.
“I’m offended you didn’t come to me first,” grumbled Lo’ak from the corner of the room. He had his arms crossed over his chest stubbornly, and the bright look turned into a sour one.
Although you knew he was messing around, you heard some truth in his words. Besides, it was Lo’ak that had befriended you first, and it was him that had spent his nights up to no good with you when his brother was busy being a good child.
“Missed you too, Lo’ak.”
“Ouch. Can you not?” Neteyam flinched as Kiri pressed into the cut a little too forcefully.
“Do you want me to help?”
“You’re doing this on purpose.”
“No I’m not,” she scoffed before pressing his wound even harsher, making him slap her hand away. “Now that was on purpose. You do it, I’m gonna find Tuk.”
Kiri gave you the bowl before exiting the tent. You were never one for healing, but you saw her plenty of times and she knew that. It was usually Kiri that did all the work when her brothers came back all bruised and bleeding.
“It’s fine. I don’t need it anyways,” Neteyam argued and started to get up when you smeared the sap on his cut.
“It’s deep. You’ll get an infection.”
“No it’s-“
“Sit down.” You gently pushed the hand that wasn’t holding the bowl to his chest and Neteyam sat down. He kept his eyes on you as you continued working on him, making sure to be extra gentle.
“I’m still here,” Lo’ak called out, unamused. “This is getting sappy. I’m leaving.”
“How come you’re younger than me and you get to boss me around all the time?” Neteyam started once his brother was out of earshot.
“I’m Lo’ak’s age.”
“And I see him as a baby.”
You sighed, feeling around his head to find any injuries. Neteyam could tell you were distracted and that your thoughts were everywhere but here with him just from the look in your eyes. You’ve been welled up in your thoughts ever since your last visit to the tree of voices, and the change of mood that came with it was evident.
“You okay?” Neteyam finally decided to speak up, wincing when you pressed on a sore spot in his scalp.
“Hmm?”
“You’ve been like this for the past week,” he explained. “Distant.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on. I know you better than that. Lo’ak thinks it has something to do with me and he won’t shut up about it.”
“I’m fine.” You applied the sap with just a bit too much pressure on his head and he grasped your hand in his, bringing it away from his head.
“I won’t tell him,” he started when you finally looked at him for the first time ever since Kiri left. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
Neteyam saw your hesitance and reached for the bowl in your other hand to set it down next to him. He lowered his voice, speaking gently as if he was afraid of hurting you. “What happened when we were in the tree of voices?”
“I don’t know. I saw my parents and when it stopped I just panicked and I don’t know why. This never happens. Then I started thinking about your family and how they don’t really consider me a part of their family made me wish I had something like that.” You didn’t even realize the tears were falling until you felt Neteyam wipe the ones that fell to your cheeks. He stood and put an arm around you to bring you into an embrace, allowing you to bury your face in his shoulder.
Every welled up thought and feeling from the past week you’ve tried to shove as deep in the back of your head as possible suddenly resurfaced all over again. Maybe you were too scared to admit it, but Neteyam’s comfort was what you’ve been needing.
“You’re as much of the family as I am,” he softly assured whilst pulling away, tilting your chin upwards with a finger to look at him. “It might not look like it, but we all care. Even mom and dad.”
And then Neteyam did something stupid.
He leaned in to press his lips against yours, his grip around you tightening to pull you closer. You could taste the salt from your own tears as you responded with the same amount of intensity, all the built-up emotions finally pouring out into the kiss.
Your hands reached out to wrap around his neck when you felt his tail brush against your leg, the slow loving movements indicating how blissed out he was.
You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed in that tent, but when you pulled away breathlessly, Neteyam did the same with visible effort.
“How am I going to tell Lo’ak?”
Neteyam breathed out a small laugh and closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours.
“I’m more worried about dad.” At his words, you parted from him anxiously. “Relax. You’re family. If anything, they’ll be more worried about you than me.”
He wasn’t wrong. Jake looked like he was having a panic attack when the two of you told him and Neytiri.
“You want to tell me how this happened?” He pointed between the two of you who looked like guilty kids that had gotten caught stealing. You both glanced at each other hesitantly as Jake grew impatient waiting for an explanation from either of you.
“Neteyam kissed me.” Your voice came out so quiet you weren’t sure whether you’d said it out loud or if you’d only said it in your head.
Jake and Neytiri looked purely out of it. They cast their son a look while he looked anywhere but at his parents.
“Neteyam,” Neytiri warned.
The Olo’eyktan made sure to make the list of rules clear for the both of you. No wandering off too far alone together and definitely no sleeping together, even just next to each other separately. Jake mentioned how he knew it wasn’t uncommon considering how you’ve been doing that since you were children, but now it was off limits. He also mentioned a whole set of other rules and how he would kill Neteyam if the boy laid a hand on you or hurt you in any way.
In a way, the protectiveness they held towards you made you feel welcomed and accepted. It made you feel as if you were actually part of the family. And even more so when they offered you to join them to pursue lands beyond the Omatikaya clan.
Since the only people you’ve stuck to since you were young were their kids, Jake and Neytiri knew you’d be devastated if you had to part with them, especially when you were now attached with their eldest son.
There was no dismissing their offer from your side either. You weren’t going to leave the only people who truly knew you, and you weren’t going to leave Neteyam. Though you had to admit, you missed the forest just as much as everybody else.
“What’s that?” asked the youngest Sully as she peeked over your shoulder to get a closer look at what you were holding.
“A bracelet I’m making for you.” Her face brightened even more.
“It’s pretty!”
“It needs more shells. I’ll fetch some more outside and woah-“ your eyes widened when Neteyam and Lo’ak entered, all bruised and bloody. “What now?”
“Got into a fight with Tsireya’s brothers. They were picking on Kiri. Hey Tuk,” Lo’ak said, ruffling his sister’s hair.
“You too?” You looked at the older brother.
“What? Was I supposed to stand there and watch him get beaten up?”
“I could’ve handled them on my own.”
Neteyam snorted. “No, you’d be with Eywa if it wasn’t for me.”
Lo’ak grumbled his way to Tuk, who looked like she had so many questions for him. He picked up the bracelet you made and twirled it in his hands, earning an angry protest from his sister who snatched it away from his hands.
You were about to leave to go shell-hunting when a thought passed through your head after seeing blood on Neteyam’s lips.
It looked like it hadn't dried up, so you acted on impulse when you approached him and brought your hand to his jaw to pull him into a gentle kiss, making sure to lick his bottom lip where the blood was.
The kiss took Neteyam by surprise, and once he was about to respond, you pulled away, leaving him puzzled.
“You got blood on your lips,” you whispered, tracing your fingers along his jaw before reluctantly letting go.
“Gross, you two. Poor Tuk’tirey’s tainted.” You barely heard Lo’ak’s words as you walked away from them.
The rest of your days were filled with the same routine. You’d learn a thing or two from the Tsireya and then Lo’ak would stir up trouble with her brother and his friends. How they had managed to get along after some time was a miracle.
Everyday was filled with new discoveries of their waters. Tuk would ask to see something new almost every hour, and being the favorite, you’d accompany her almost every time. If you weren’t with Tuk, you’d be sitting somewhere with Kiri. If you weren’t with Kiri, you’d be exploring the waters with Lo’ak, and if you weren’t with Lo’ak, you’d be discovering new places on land with Neteyam.
Today, you were with Lo’ak, and you hadn’t expected that warning his Tulkun friend would turn into something much much worse. You weren’t even sure how it came to this point.
You were escaping the sky people when Kiri, Lo’ak and Tuk were taken. It was one thing after the other and the next thing you know, you were trying to keep your composure as you watched Neteyam writhe in pain from a bullet wound in his chest, your palm caressing his jaw to let him know you were here.
It’s okay. He’s going to be okay.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jake voiced your thoughts.
“I want to go home.”
No. It’ll take more than a bullet to kill you.
“I know, I know. We’re going home.”
No. No.
You felt your heart breaking followed by a tear with every sob and pained sound that came out of his mouth.
“It’s okay,” you quietly assured him as your thumb gently stroked his cheek, the first word you’ve spoken coming off as a whisper.
Neteyam glanced your way one last time at your voice before the pain in his eyes turned lifeless and his convulsing body went still.
“No. No, no-“ Neytiri begged and it felt like the air was sucked out of you. “Neteyam!”
You couldn’t even hear your own scream over the ringing of your ears. Everything happened all too fast.
“Neteyam,” you sobbed, cradling his head close.
You can’t leave me. Come back.
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cw: weed, oral sex (m!receiving), minors dni
thinking about smoking with gojo again. he isn’t really a big smoker, so his tolerance is relatively low, especially given his size.
it doesn’t take long for both of your heads to get lost in the clouds. you were curled up tightly against satoru, and he leaned back against the couch, his head back but eyes still angled to look at you, his sunglasses pushing back his hair.
you decide to give him a kiss on his neck, although your brain feels like it’s dipped in honey when you shift, which makes you smile.
satoru’s hand comes up and into your hair as he turns his head to the side to get a (somewhat) better look at you.
“you missed, sweetheart,” he smiles softly at you, and you giggle when you see how his eyes have gotten so sleepy.
“oh, of course, my love, how could i?” you laugh, placing your hands on either side of his neck as you reposition yourself, now straddling him, and giving him a kiss on his lips.
he hums against your lips, “mm, you’re so good to me, baby.”
you kiss his cheeks, “course i am, ‘toru. because you’re perfect.”
he catches your lips on his, biting softly on your lower lip, his teeth forming a smile.
“thanks, sweetheart. you’re perfect too, you know. in every. single. way,” he punctuates that last few words with quick kisses to your lips.
it’s impossible to keep the smile off your face as you lean in to kiss satoru, pressing yours lips to his passionately, head lost in your love and affection for your boyfriend.
it’s not long into making out that you feel him pressing against your ass, straining through his sweats. you let out a soft groan when you feel it.
“oh, my poor baby, ‘re you getting all worked up over this?” you tease.
his hands grip your hips a little more firmly, “mhm, you have no idea what you do to me, princess.”
“i think i might,” you reply, grinding your hips down against his for emphasis.
he lets out a breathy moan as you grind against his dick, his hands slipping up the back of your (his) sweatshirt.
“well are you gonna do somethin about it then, sweetheart?” he asks with a teasing lilt to his voice, even though you both know that you hold all the power right now.
if you weren’t so faded, you’d probably hold that over his head for a bit longer. but you are, and you’re just as needy as your boyfriend is right now.
so instead you slide off his lap and onto your knees in front of him, reaching to palm over his dick through his sweats. satoru’s eyes widen and he thrusts up into your hand, desperate to chase that friction.
“oh, baby, shit,” he whispers.
you give another squeeze before your own eagerness takes over, and you pull his sweats (and notice his lack of boxers) down under his cock and balls, giving yourself just enough room to work with.
you’re quick to wrap your hand around his shaft, kissing his leaking tip sweetly. you meet his eyes through your eyelashes, and you feel satoru’s dick twitch in your hand.
“please, baby, please, need you to make me cum,” he begs. “please use your mouth, angel, fuck. wanna cum down that pretty throat so bad.”
you give his tip another kitten lick, “love it when you use your manners, ‘toru.”
you take his full length in your mouth before he can muster out another plea, gagging when he hits the back of your throat.
satoru lets out a throaty groan, “oh, fuck, angel, you’re so fucking good, holy shit.”
you use one of your hands to hold the base of his dick, the other sneaking up to massage his balls as you take him at a quick pace—one that has him bucking his hips into your mouth, desperately chasing his release.
his moans only spur you on to go faster, to hollow your cheeks and pay special attention to the vein that runs along his pretty shaft. you want to swallow his cum just about as badly as he wants to see you do it.
“close, princess, close, oh fuck-” is the only warning satoru is able to give you before he’s shooting his load down your throat, holding the back of your head with a gentle palm.
you continue working him slowly until he’s fully spent, and he pulls you off. his eyes still look sleepy, the pretty blue sneaking out anyway.
you give him a dopey smile as you climb back onto his lap, diving right back into his waiting, eager lips. you kiss him sweetly, a little less hungrily, as he tastes himself on your tongue.
“so, so perfect for me, pretty girl,” he smiles at you, holding your head in his big hands. “love you to the moon and back and even further.”
you giggle before kissing him again, “love you even more.”
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