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Claw Clip - Joel Miller
Been Thinkin' Bout You - Joel Miller (18+)
What If - Joel Miller (18+)
New Beginnings - Joel Miller
Patrol - Joel Miller (18+)
Healer - Jole Miller
Red Dress - Joel Miller
Untitled - Joel Miller
What If - Joel Miller (18+)
Surprise - Joel Miller
Soft - Joel Miller (18+)
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Hello hellooo! Welcome to part two of my absolute favourite fics I’ve read since joining in January. Think of this as a rec list if you will. I adore all these stories so much-some are oldish, some are new. I’ve still got a shit ton to get through—one shots, masterlists etc. I’m so spoiled for choice! I was going to leave comments about what I love about them etc but read them yourself—you’ll get why they’re inc🥳🥰🤣
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I’m such a Joel girl but I’m including a few John Price/COD fics also.. my new obsession. Joel I looooove you to death but mama needs variety 🩷 so without further ado.. (oo if you want your tag or fic removed, plz let me know—I won’t take it personally💋).
Joel miller Two Parters/Series -
Please read the warnings/tags of each post. Some are fluff, some are not. Some are dark. x
Road Rage - joel miller x f!reader by @tinytownn
baker!Joel miller x f!reader by @bibli0thecary
The Librarians Secret - Jackson!joel miller x librarian!reader by @worlds-we-write
Where We Belong - Joel x f!reader by @joelmillermylove
Guns And Roses - Joel x f!reader by @joelsrose
Good Dad Sunshine - Joel x f!reader by @bittertasteofhoney
Always Been You - Joel x f!reader by @pedroscurls
One Shots
Speakeasy Masterlist, Pants and The Cool Ground by @toxicanonymity
Let Me Show You - Joel x f!reader by @/pedroscurls
Limits - Joel x f!reader by @/worlds-we-write
Forever With You - Joel x f!reader by @/pedroscurls
One Time Use - Joel x f!reader by @mushgloomz
Outage - Joel x curvy!f!reader by @valyrianjoel
Quiet Sanctuary - Joel x f!reader by @pandapetals
Block party - no outbreak!joel x reader by @almostfoxglove
Liar - Joel x reader by @suuuupernovaaa
Dirty Work - Joel x f!reader by @mssalo
You Don’t Have To - Joel x F!reader by @andy-15-07
New Beginnings - Joel x reader by @sweetonsin
Don’t Stop - Joel Miller x m!reader by @prowlpascal
Feral Joel - Jackson!Joel x f!reader by @penvisions
Miller And The Mice - Joel x reader by the awesome @saralovesjoelmiller Who did an amazing job with my little request. I love it so much🩷
COD/141 -
Pocket!141 by @imshymorph (I’m obsessed🩷)
Strip Poker with tf141 by @lesserthan-3
No Nut November Bet by @/lesserthan-3
Fae Reader 1, 2. I’m obsessed🩷 by @crashingcryptid
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Summary: Set in the future when the Sky People are gone, Spider and his sister, Luna, are settled in the forest with the Sullys. As Luna has grown into a beautiful but reserved woman, Neteyam can’t help but take notice.
Based on this request. I took some creative liberties so I hope you like it!
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As a reminder: I age everyone up in my stories, but don’t write smut about minor characters.
It is odd to look back on my childhood here. Like my brother, I was always a child stuck between two worlds. Born a human on Pandora, raised by scientists who were overwhelmed by young twins, bonded to the Sully family through a series of events that we speak of with great reverence - sometimes through tears, and sometimes with laughter.
We’ve been settled back in the forest, our home, for two years now. The trips back to the ocean are frequent, to see our second family and to visit Lo’ak and his mate.
The last two years have been marked by an eerie calm. After so long at war, and so long on edge, it’s hard to accept that we are now at peace. For my brother and myself, this is especially difficult.
I awake at night to the feel of needles in my arms, and tubes down my throat, and thrash until I realize they’re only nightmares. I pray to Eywa every day, to thank her for the gift of new life she has given us, and to please, put a stop to these nightmares.
Sometimes it’s not the experiments. Sometimes, it’s Neteyam on the edge of death, his mother screaming his name as he nearly bled out.
Sometimes, it is my brother, being carried away by the man who thought he was my father, and Jake rushing after him.
I just want the nightmares to stop.
xxx
Neteyam watches Luna often. Sometimes he sees her out of the corner of his eye, and marks her movements. Sometimes he follows her as she gathers herbs and flowers. Sometimes he joins her.
She is always quiet, and a little troubled. She’s always been more reserved than Spider, but he’s noticed that since they returned to the forest, she seems to have withdrawn into herself even further.
They are both nearing 23 now. Grown, adults, with their own lives and responsibilities - but she is still family. Not in the way that Kiri and Tuk are, but… he feels something so strongly for this woman.
She is tall, for her kind, he notices. Nearly six feet, and though he towers over her, her presence cannot be denied. She is quiet, but commands attention. Tall and lithe, she is graceful. Her eyes shine brightly, and her smile even brighter.
She is beautiful. Kind and shy but confident in a way that is unfamiliar to him.
He continues watching, trying to figure out what this feeling might be.
xx
Neteyam joins me on a ride, and I feel more free than I have in a long time, gliding effortlessly through the air with him. He cheers and hollers for me, and my heart soars along with my ikran.
I want to feel this way, always, instead of trapped by my nightmares and anxiety.
When we land, we sit perched on the edge of one of the floating rocks as the suns begin to dip below the horizon. Neteyam and I enjoy a companionable silence, and when I turn to smile at him, he is already smiling at me.
“What troubles you, Luna?” he asks, reaching over and taking my hand into his. His hand dwarfs mine, but also, it seems like a perfect fit.
When we were younger, I thought myself in love with Neteyam. No one was as handsome and strong as him, and I pined over him in my youth.
Though I’ve let go of those childish notions, my heart still flutters when he grabs my hand.
“I have nightmares,” I tell him, so eager to finally unshoulder this great burden. “Almost every night. Mostly, I’m in the lab… they’re running tests on us again. Sometimes, that devil man is taking Spider away from me. And sometimes, it’s, I see you shot again.”
I turn away when I feel the wetness gathering in my eyes.
“The worst moments of my life. I have to relive them when I sleep.”
Neteyam lets go of my hand and reaches over, gently turning my face to his.
“Speak to Tsa’hik,” he tells me, but I shake my head. It feels embarrassing. Besides Spider, Neteyam is the only person I’ve talked to about this.
“You should not sleep alone. Maybe that would help. You sleep on the edge, separated,” he suggests then.
My brow furrows. “Sometimes, I cry out during my nightmares. I don’t think anyone would want to put up with that.”
Neteyam flattens his hand on his chest. “I would.”
I grin and roll my eyes. “You cannot sleep with me nightly. Imagine what people would say!” The thought of the stories spreading has me laughing, and Neteyam smiles with me.
“I can, and I will. I don’t care what they would say.”
“It would ruin your chances at finding a nice mate.”
He shakes his head, his smile slowly fading. The serious look on his face causes my expression to darken, and my chest grows tight.
“Do you not know?” he asks.
But, of course. Neteyam has been teasing me about sharing my tent, and he’s actually already found a mate.
Though my crush was childish and long ago, the news cuts like a knife, hot into my chest.
“Oh,” I say. “Who is she?”
He cocks his head to the side. “Who is who?”
I stand up, brushing grass and dirt off of my leggings. “Your… mate to be. You’ve found someone?”
“Ah,” he says, standing and joining me. “I hope so. She’s… well, she’s quiet, very reserved. It’s hard to tell her how I feel.”
“Hm,” I reply as I turn to stride towards my ikran. Tears are threatening to spill again, and I cannot let him see. I can’t reconcile it myself, and don’t know how I would explain what I’m feeling to Neteyam. “You should tell her, she would be a fool not to feel the same.”
A tug at my waist stops me - Neteyam’s hand, around my side, spinning me to face him. Though I must look far up to see him, he feels so close.
“I have chosen a woman. I am waiting for her to choose me, too.”
He bends down then, nearly crouching so we are at the same height, and presses a kiss to one cheek. As light as a feather. Then the other.
“Why are you crying?” he whispers, and I can barely hear the words over the pounding heartbeat in my ears.
“I think I am in love with you,” I whisper back, even softer, my eyes shut tight.
His lips are on mine then. Wider than mine, but gentle, a tentative brush of his lips across my mouth.
With a sudden fervor, I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him to me, kissing him firmly - first on his lips, then his cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead. My hands grip either side of his head, tilting him this way and that so that I may reach, and then I settle my lips to his again.
A perfect fit not because of our sizes, but because it is Neteyam and I.
When I finally release my firm grip around his neck, he scoops me up by my waist, holding my body tightly to his, and he is laughing.
“So, do you choose me, too?” he asks between big, belly laughs, and he spins me around.
“Of course I do, Neteyam!” I kiss him again, anywhere I can reach, and he laughs and holds me while I do. “Don’t scare me like that again. It was not nice to make me think you had your eye on another woman.”
He sets me down with a wide, ear to ear grin, that I feel reflected on my own face.
“You have always been the only one for me, Luna. I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you. I promise, I will do anything I can to stop the nightmares.”
That night, Neteyam holds me as I sleep, cocooning me in his powerful arms. When I drift off, I see the celebration that was thrown when we returned to the forest. I see the first time I was able to connect with Eywa. I see Neytiri accepting me and my brother as one of her own.
I see Neteyam, smiling at me with love on his face, happy and whole.
Hii idk if you’re taking requests but I adore how you write for Neteyam! And if you are could you possibly write a fem human x Neteyam where she’s shy at first but when they got close she was super affectionate and even a lil aggressive..
Ty 😚
Yes actually! I’ve been thinking of the idea of what if Spider had a sister. Maybe I’ll use that idea here. Thank you!!
As your romance with Neteyam deepens, your best friend, Lo’ak, feels left behind. Based on this request.
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The forest is coming alive as the suns dip below the horizon. Trees and vegetation shine and shimmer in the dark, emitting a soothing glow, and the sounds of the forest seem to echo more in the dark.
You sit high up on a sweeping tree branch, resting between Neteyam’s legs, with your back to his chest. His arms are secured around you, holding you tight, and you enjoy a comfortable silence together.
There is nothing that brings you more joy than these quiet moments with Neteyam.
He presses kisses to your shoulders and the top of your head, and sometimes whispers to you of his day or how beautiful he finds you in this moment.
Neteyam is all things gentle, tender and kind when it comes to you. You are his first thought in the morning, and the last thing he pictures before he drifts to sleep at night.
You never thought you could love and be loved so well and fully. You thank Eywa every day for a man such as Neteyam.
xxx
Lo’ak sighs quietly to himself when his brother and his best friend approach, hand in hand as always.
He wishes the feeling he was experiencing was jealousy - that would make more sense to him. He supposes it is akin to jealousy, but not in the way some might think.
He’s never been interested in her romantically. She’s beautiful, sure, but there’s no spark like that when he looks at her. They’ve been friends since before their memories began forming, she’s more family to him than anything else. In fact, outside of the Sullys, she’s the most important person to him.
So he is jealous of Neteyam, but only because Neteyam is taking up every single moment of her time, and it feels like he’s lost his best friend. They used to do everything together. Now, she does everything with his brother.
“Lo’ak!” she calls eagerly as she approaches, and he stands to turn and greet her. She slams into him with a mighty hug, wrapping his waist tight in her arms. “Where have you been?”
He can’t help but roll his eyes at her. “Where I always am, you’re just too busy for me now.”
She pulls back to step away and look him in the eyes. “Oh, Lo’ak. You’re right.” Her eyes are a little cloudy, her expression sad, and he’s surprised by her reaction.
“No, no,” he shakes his head, “I’m just joking. I’m happy for you.”
She can’t keep the smile from her lips. It’s why he hasn’t said anything before. He’s never seen his brother or the woman before him so happy. They are, he must admit, a perfect match.
“I know you are. But, it used to just be you and me all the time. It’s not anymore, and I do miss you.”
He can’t keep the teasing smile off his face. “No, you don’t. But that’s okay.”
She reaches out and puts her hand on his chest.
“I do, Lo’ak. You’re still my best friend. You’re just… going to be my brother-in-law now, too. Hopefully.” Her cheeks deepen with a blush as she says it.
“That’s a guarantee at this point. Maybe you just could save a little time for your future brother, then?” He puts his hand over hers, still on his chest.
“I was thinking of taking a ride. Would you like to join?”
Before he can answer, Neteyam joins them, sweeping his woman up into his arms.
“Going on a ride without me?” he asks her, and she laughs as she pushes him away.
“Yes. I need time with my favorite Sully,” she teases him, and reaches for Lo’ak’s hand.
“Seriously, am I not invited?” Neteyam asks.
“Sorry, bro!” Lo’ak calls as he rushes away with his brother’s future mate, leaving Neteyam behind.
xxx
After their ride, they sit perched high up, a little time left with the suns in the sky.
“Is Neteyam going to be mad at you?” Lo’ak asks, and his friend shrugs.
“He has a hard time staying mad for long, and I really did want to spend some time just us two.”
Lo’ak leans over, draping a brotherly arm over her shoulder. “I really am happy for you guys, you know. Even if it’s gross.”
Could I request like a Neteyam x reader or more like platonic!lo’ak x reader, where her and Lo’ak were very close friends from a young age and she was the first to understand him. But as she falls for Neteyam, lo’ak feels like he’s losing her as a friend. THANK YOU!
“Who did this to you?” ft Neteyam. Takes place in an AU where Neteyam lived, and they returned to home tree to live.
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It’s hard to decide what’s worse - the split lip or the bloody nose. Both throb, fresh and hot wounds, but you think what’s most affected is your pride.
You are strong; a good fighter and a proud warrior. It’s not easy for you to be bested and it’s not as if you get in many fights. Your clan is peaceful, happy, almost serene for many years now.
There was a time, though, when things weren’t so calm, and your skills were of good use.
You didn’t think you’d ever need those skills against jealous romantic rivals.
When Neteyam made his affections clear, you were elated. You had only dreamed that someone like him - so handsome, strong and kind - could want to spend time with someone like you. As you’ve spent more and more time together, Neteyam has never kept his intentions from you. He wants you for his mate. He wants to be with you always.
You want that too.
In your joy, you hadn’t considered the way it would turn other women in the clan against you. Most were overjoyed for your happiness, but some wanted it for themselves.
Just a few, but a mob had been formed, and tonight they’d struck. Leaving you sore and bloodied, leaving your pride a little smaller than before.
The only thing keeping you from complete bitterness is the fact that even though there were three of them and just one of you, they walked away looking far worse.
Your name was called as you approached the outskirts of Home Tree. Your lips stretched into a smile at the sound of his voice, and the sharp pain of it caused you to wince. Right, the split lip.
Neteyam was jogging over to you, a wide smile on his face. With every stride he grew closer, the smile faded as he took in your appearance.
Braids a mess, scratches on your arms, and oh, your face.
Neteyam’s face was cold when he reached you. “What happened? Who has done this?”
Your hesitation to respond caused his nostrils to flare. “You will tell me now, Yawne.”
Never had he called you beloved in such a dark tone. Though you and Neteyam felt as equal partners, there was an undeniable command to his presence. Even you had to fall in line, sometimes.
You told the story then. Of the ambush, the names of the assailants, of the dirty tactics they’d used to subdue you.
“They are injured?” he asked, his arms gripping your shoulders.
“Gravely,” you replied with a nod, and through his fury, the corners of his mouth turned up, just slightly.
“I should like to see them punished,” he said, seething. You stepped forward, pressing your cheek to his broad chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. For a moment, he held you, and you listened to the fast rhythm of his heart.
“Neteyam, seeing me so loved by you is their punishment.”
He scoffed, and you looked up at him from the safety of his arms. “They are jealous that I am so well loved, and taken care of, and happy. They want you for themselves.”
His head shook. “No one else will ever have me.”
You reached up, running your thumb along his cheek. “I know,” you smiled. “And they will have to watch us be happy for the rest of their miserable lives.”
The fire in his eyes subsided then, and he leaned his face into your touch. “We will see the healer, and these three will answer to my father for what they’ve done.”
He bent down then, and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Then, one to each cheek, and a final kiss on your neck that sent soft chills up your spine.
“And you must always hold my hand when they are near, and look at me with much love in your eyes,” you said teasingly, and he grinned at you.
Request from @pwallettes : I would like to see something with Neteyam and Lo'ak with a na'vi reader where they are childhood best friends. She has always had a crush on Neteyam and now he seems to reciprocate as well and this relationship is blessed by Neytiri and Jake. But then Lo'ak confesses his feelings too and she is confused about how she feels. I don't see them as enemies, but just not knowing how they're going to handle the situation.
(Adult) Neteyam and (Adult) Lo'ak both have their eyes on the same girl - and try to work through it without killing each other.
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For a very long, very tense moment, the two brothers stared at each other. Though they had experienced conflict with each other their entire lives, that was just brotherly competition and natural fighting.
This was something else entirely. This was something that could ruin their family, their relationship with each other, and that wasn't something either of them was willing to do.
"How long have you felt this way?" Neteyam asked finally, rubbing his temples with his fingers. Of all the idiotic things Lo'ak could have confessed to him, he certainly hadn't been expecting this.
"A long time... but I knew how she felt about you, so I tried to get over it. But, when mom and dad gave their blessing, I just, I didn't want to go forever without saying something." Lo'ak spread his arms out, as if to symbolize his innocence, and Neteyam didn't know whether to strangle him or give him a hug.
"What the hell are we supposed to do?" Neteyam asked.
Lo'ak was silent. Clearly, he hadn't given this much thought beyond confessing to his brother. He had told himself that if Neteyam was really angry and upset, he would let it go forever - but he really wasn't sure he could do that.
"You should tell her," Neteyam said. "She should know, she deserves to know."
Lo'ak's eyes widened in surprise, and he reached out to grip his brother's shoulder. "Neteyam, be serious. She will not choose me. She has already told you how she feels."
Neteyam sighed. "She has told me she feels deeply for me, and would consider being my mate, but that is all. I think I... I think I kept her waiting too long. I have always known how she felt."
"Why?" the younger Sully asked. In fact, the whole family wanted to know what had made Neteyam change his mind and begin to pursue Y/N after all this years. After all, it was no secret how she'd always felt about him.
Neteyam couldn't answer.
"She should know how you feel. Before she decides what she wants," Neteyam said again, patting his brother on the back. "We have to respect her decision - we can't make her feel guilty for it."
Lo'ak nodded, but knowing Y/N, that would be an impossible task.
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"You are a fine woman, Y/N, and I would be honored to call you mine," Neteyam had told me a few days ago, but something in his voice, in his stance... I had dreamed of Neteyam saying this to me for years, but in my dreams, it had been more passionate, a deep confession of love.
The way he said it, it felt more like an obligation, like an agreement he was entering into.
I knew Neteyam cared deeply about me, as I cared for him, but I couldn't tell if he loved me, and I had been too scared to ask.
Then again - did a match with the future Olo'eyktan need to be a love match? Could it not be enough to simply care about each other, and live a happy life?
These were the thoughts consuming my mind as I return from a long ride with my ikran. I had hoped it would clear my mind, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen.
I needed to talk to someone. It should have been Neteyam, but I was almost nervous to ask how he really felt. Was I simply a good match, approved by his parents, or was I the woman he desperately wanted to be with?
"Y/N!" a voice called from the forest, and I turned, searching for its owner. Moments later, Lo'ak emerged, running over with a smile on his face.
"Lo'ak! What are you doing?"
"Looking for you," he replied breathlessly when he reached me. "What are you doing?" He reached up, tucking my hair behind my ear; it was always a little wild and windblown after a ride, even if it was in braids.
"Riding. What do you need?"
I noticed then how nervous Lo'ak looked. His smile wasn't reaching his eyes, and he was fidgeting in a way that I'd never really seen him do before. Of all the Sully children - and only one of them remains a child - Lo'ak was certainly the most confident and boisterous of the bunch. He was acting out of character.
"Are you okay?" I asked, reaching out to grab his arm just above his elbow. With his other hand, he reached over and covered mine.
"I have to tell you something and, and you should know, I already told Neteyam."
I frowned. "Okay..."
"I'm just going to say it, okay?" Lo'ak said, his chest heaving up and down with sporadic breaths.
"Please, do," I replied, growing very anxious with his behavior. His hand was gripping mine so tightly.
"I am in love with you, Y/N. I see you. I have loved you for, well, a long time. A really long time but I, just, I always knew how you felt about Neteyam, so I didn't say anything but now, now that it might, now that I could lose my chance I just wanted to tell you how I felt. Before, well, just so you could know."
My mouth fell open and my eyes were as wide as they had ever been. My mind was racing, but somehow blank at the same time.
I could not form a coherent thought, or a single word. Lo'ak filled the space with more talking.
"I told Neteyam, and he said you deserved to know, too, because it's your future and you should get to decide. And my brother, I love my brother, Y/N. He would be a fine mate for you, if you choose him. But I would be too, Yawne." Beloved.
No one had ever called me that.
My brain tried to conjure up the image of Neteyam calling me that, and it couldn't. I didn't think he ever would.
"I don't want you to feel guilty if you choose him, and he doesn't want you to feel guilty if you don't. Or, you don't have to choose either of us. But, we won't be mad at you, Y/N. I don't think I could ever be mad at you."
Lo'ak stepped forward, and I stood still as he wrapped his arms around me.
Images of our childhood together played in my mind. Had I been so focused on the eldest brother, that I had missed something right in front of my eyes? Lo'ak had always been there for me, always cheered me on, always made me laugh when I was down, and it seemed obvious now.
He had been showing me how he felt for so long, while I pined for someone who only wanted me for an approved match out of obligation to his people.
Neteyam was a good man, and he would make a good Olo'eyktan, and I did not regret telling him how I felt... but something felt different about it now.
It wasn't that Lo'ak's confession made me fall out of love, but it made me realize I wasn't really in love in the first place; I was just infatuated with who I thought Neteyam could be for me.
Tears filled my eyes and I leaned into Lo'ak's embrace, feeling confused and hurt and a little relieved. I needed time to think about everything, to decide if I could really choose between two brothers without hating myself forever, to make sure Lo'ak's affections were true.
"I need time to think," I whispered, and Lo'ak squeezed me tightly.
"I know. I'll be waiting."
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What I needed, was to talk to Neteyam. I took the evening to try to sleep on it, but that was almost impossible. I knew I couldn't talk to my mother or siblings about it - they would tell me I would be a fool not to choose the eldest son of Taruk Makto, but I didn't think that was entirely true.
Very early the next morning, I found Neteyam setting off for a hunt, and pulled him aside.
"We must talk," I said.
"Yeah, probably," he replied with a half smile that I couldn't return.
"I spoke to your brother yesterday."
"I know," he said, and there wasn't much concern in his voice, or his face.
I squinted at him, turning my head to the side. "Does the idea of Lo'ak expressing his affections to me make you jealous at all?"
Neteyam looked taken aback by my question. He opened his mouth, and then closed it again.
"I have loved you for many years, Neteyam. There were times when I thought I would not be able to live, if you chose another woman. The day your parents approved our pairing, I thought it would be the greatest of my life." Once again, tears began to fill my eyes as I spoke, though I tried to stop them.
"It wasn't, though?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I don't think you love me, Neteyam. Not like that. I think you like me, and I do think we would be very happy together... but do you not want to, to feel that you would die without your mate? To be with someone who is on your mind day and night, who drives you mad and makes you angry and, and happier than you could imagine?"
Neteyam stared at me for a moment, while I took in deep breaths, trying very hard not to embarrass myself with more tears.
"Do we not both deserve that?" he finally said. "You are my best friend, Y/N. I would never hold you back from a love like that."
I bit my lip and look down. "Do you think he...?"
"Yes," Neteyam answered without hesitation. "He does."
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Lo'ak was gone on the hunt before I could find him, and so I had to wait all day to speak with him. It was the longest, most agonizing day of my entire life.
When he returned, I was by the fires at the center of our home, helping prepare the evening meal with many of the other men and women of our tribe.
"Y/N!" he greeted me excitedly, a smile on his face, and I jumped up from my seat and grabbed him by the hand.
"Come," I said, pulling him away, just out of the reach of our clan's eyes and ears, to the darkness of the forest.
Here, alone, before we spoke, I took a moment to truly admire Lo'ak. I still held his hands in mine, and lifted it before my eyes, examining the five fingers there. Above his eyes, the small patches of hair that set him apart, got my attention next, and I ran my finger over them and tired not to smile too wide.
He looked just like his father, as he got older, and he acted like him, too.
That meant he was fierce, and loyal, and protective, and very impulsive at times.
How had I missed this man? How could I have allowed myself to be blinded to him?
"I must apologize, Lo'ak," I said finally, my voice very quiet. "I wasted so much time, thinking I was in love with Neteyam, and that he could be in love with me... but that match is not right, for either of us."
He grasped both my hands with his. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
"But I do. I made you to suffer. That's not something I would ever want. I do love you, Lo'ak. I can't, I can't believe I didn't realize it until yesterday. I love you in a way that I could never love anyone else, in a way I have never loved anyone else. I want you to know that. Tell me you believe me."
He licked his lips, and smiled widely at me. "I believe you." His fingers underneath my chin tilted my face up, so that I would look him boldly in the eyes. "I knew you would find your way to me. I knew you would be mine."
The confidence was so attractive, and I was amazed that I would have spent my life being only half-loved when Lo'ak was ready to love me so deeply, and to be loved in return.
His lips brushed against mine, tentatively at first, and then fiercely and passionately, in a way that lit me on fire for him. When we pulled apart, I was crying, and Lo'ak's blissful look turned to concern instantly.
"What is it, Yawne?"
I shook my head as he held me, and wiped away the tears.
"I feel... fortunate," I replied truthfully. "I feel grateful for you."
He kissed beneath each of my eyes, and then my nose, and then held me to his chest.
"I am the fortunate one."
We would argue about who was more fortunate later - and for the rest of our lives.
There’s a rumor going around that Dr. Abbott likes his girls… a little bigger. Everyone knows just which resident they need to test the theory.
TW: fluff, some smut, lots of foreplay, Jack does indeed like his gals thick.
The nurses are whispering in that way again, and you can’t resist. They’ve got some gossip to share, and you happen to have a minute.
“What is it now?” you ask, lowering your voice and leaning over the central desk towards them.
Kate, one of the night shift RNs, looks around to see if the coast is clear. “Actually, we need you for this,” she says, and the nurse she was just giggling with elbows her in the side.
“What is it?” you ask eagerly. “Come on, tell me.”
You follow Kate’s gaze across the ER, where it lands on your attending and direct superior, Dr. Jake Abbott.
And damn, does he look handsome tonight… and every night. Fit and silver, confident and snarky, he’s the perfect man. You’ve had an insane crush on him your entire three years of residency, and sometimes you think he might reciprocate the feelings. Maybe he’s waiting until your residency is up in just two short months. Maybe you’re an idiot who just wishes he was as into you as you’re into him.
“What is it?” you ask the nurses again, more urgently this time.
“We heard that Dr. Abbott is into… bigger girls,” Kate whispers.
“Kate!” you hiss, but you’re trying not to laugh. “Where did you even hear that?”
“It’s not important,” says the other nurse, Sam. “What’s important is you are juicy in all the right places and we’ve seen him staring at you on multiple occasions. You should outright ask him.”
“Oh, my god,” you say, and you can feel your cheeks heating up at the thought of it, although you don’t hate being described as ‘juicy in all the right places’. “You guys are insane, he’s my boss.”
Sam rolls her eyes. “Yeah, no one’s ever fucked their boss before.”
You cover your mouth before a laugh escapes. “I have to get back to work. You guys are trouble.”
Try as you might, as the weeks roll by and your residency comes to an end, you can’t shake that conversation you had with Sam and Kate.
Juicy in all the right places - and maybe Dr. Abbott noticed? It has your imagination running wild.
Taking your licensing exam is almost a welcome distraction from your obsessive thoughts. You’ve worked for 11 years for this moment, but you’re still shaking like a leaf when you receive the results.
When you walk into the ER for your last shift as a resident, Jake is waiting at the nurses station, staring at you eagerly.
“Well?” he asks, and you can’t help but give a little hop, skip and a jump towards him.
“Passed!” you yelp, and he wraps you in a tight but professional hug.
“I knew you could do it, kid!” he exclaims. “A board-certified physician. Hallelujah.”
“And I called Gloria right away, and she says I can stay right here in the ER,” you tell him, beaming with pride.
“Of course she did, your patient sats are better than the rest of us put together,” Jake says, smirking. He’s not wrong - you know that’s exactly why Gloria wanted you to stay on, and you’re glad for it.
“I’m having a party tomorrow, to celebrate. Bridges and Bourbon at 9. I know you’re off so you’d better be there.”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” he says with a wink, and you wonder if you imagined his gaze roaming over your body for just a split second.
You are three, maybe four drinks deep at your own celebratory party, and you forgot that you’re not in college anymore and you haven’t had a drink in years.
Your tolerance has plummeted, but when Robby slides you a congratulatory glass, something fruity-looking, you can’t say no.
“Are we gonna get you on day shift? Jack said you’re staying,” he asks, leaning over at the bar.
“Honestly, Gloria said I could have my pick. I’m leaning towards nights for now but I’m considering it!” you reply.
You feel a warm hand on your back, which happens to be bare thanks to the dress you’re wearing.
“Not poaching my best new doc, are you, Robby?” Jack asks, glaring with no malice at his friend.
Robby raises his hands in mock surrender, and gets up to join Collins at her table. Jack takes his seat, swinging it to face you.
“You made it,” you say with a grin, sipping on the drink Robby gave you.
“You’re drunk, and of course I did.”
“I am hammered, actually. Sloshed. I haven’t had a single drink in years and I don’t know if this is number for or five.”
Jack leans over, flagging down the bar tender, and asks for a couple waters and a beer.
“I’m glad you came,” you tell him, and you feel it coming. The question, bubbling to the surface like vomit that you cannot control. You take another sip, trying to shove it down, but your inhibitions are gone and holy shit the shirt Jack is wearing is tight. “I have to ask you something. About a rumor.”
Jack slides a water towards you and takes a drink of a dark almost red-looking beer.
“Shoot, go ahead,” he says, staring intently at you in a way that would make you nervous if you weren’t so faded.
“I heard you have a preference for a… certain kind of woman.”
His eyes widen, just a little, for just a second, the only indication that he’s surprised by the question.
“What kind of woman?” he leans towards you, so you’re just a few inches apart.
“Bigger women, they said. I think the word ‘juicy’ was used.” You should be embarrassed, but you’re giggling instead, and that is a half-smile on Jack’s face.
“Well, they were right. Although I’ve never described a woman as juicy before.”
Your mouth falls slack. You absolutely cannot believe he’s admitting to it. Jack Abbott likes bigger women?
Suddenly, the revealing dress you’re wearing feels a little too small, a little tight around your bust and thighs.
Did you pick it out just for him? The way his eyes linger there, at the revealing neckline, you think it was probably a good choice.
“Am I your type?” you ask, going for nonchalant but coming across as nervous instead.
Your old boss turned colleague leans close, his lips brushing your ears, and whispers, “Find me at the end of the night, and I’ll tell you.”
He’s gone a moment later, Kate in his seat instead, and you think drinking that water he gave you is probably a good idea.
You don’t have to find Jake a couple hours later when the bar is near closing. He’s right there as you say goodbye to the few partiers remaining, handing you the jacket you’d forgotten all about.
The water has certainly helped, but you can tell you’re going to have a headache tomorrow.
“How about a ride home?” he asks, his hand on your bare back again.
“Better than an uber,” you reply with a smile.
“Yeah, and you’re not going to your apartment anyway,” he says as he pushes the door open. The night air is crisp, not too cold, and it feels good on your flushed skin.
“I’m not?”
He just smiles, and leads you down the block to his truck. Like a gentlemen, he opens the door for you and helps you in.
“Well where on earth am I going?” you ask once hes started the truck.
“My place. You’ve had a lot to drink, I’d hate to leave you unsupervised,” he replies dryly, but glances over at you with a wink.
Your cheeks feel hot again - in-between your thighs, too.
“Plus, you owe me some information,” you tell him.
“I sure do.”
His apartment isn’t far, and the elevator in the parking garage takes you right up to his place.
You whistle when the doors open. “Penthouse. Very nice.”
“Yeah, yeah, rich doctor and all,” he says, and removes your coat and his. The living room is spacious, decorated in dark woods, greens and obviously for comfort. It’s beautiful. You kick off your low heels and make for the couch, while Jack tells you he’s going to get you some water and Tylenol.
The view out the floor to ceiling windows is gorgeous, and you lose yourself staring at the city until Jack returns.
You dutifully swallow the pills and some water, and set the glass on the coffee table.
“Okay, Jack, time to spill,” you say as you settle back into the plush couch cushions. He sits next to you, his head propped on his elbow which is on the back of the couch. He’s almost looking down at you, or looming over you, and you find your mouth a little dry.
“Yes, doc, you’re my type,” he admits, staring at you with an intense type of look that you’ve never seen on your mentor’s face before. “Not just because your body is fucking perfect and even scrubs can’t hide it, but because you’re the smartest and kindest person I’ve ever met. I’ve been impressed by you since the moment you walked into the pitt, and then that turned into a fucking obsession.”
He reaches over, brushing your hair out of your eyes. Your heart is racing, your vision feels a little blurry, and you don’t even realized you’ve reached over to grip Jack behind his neck.
“Oh,” is all you can manage to say.
“Oh,” he replies, and swoops down, capturing your mouth with his in an unbelievably searing kiss that you’ve both been waiting over three fucking years for.
You grab him by his shirt, pulling him down on top of you as you slide down onto the couch. He hungrily explores your mouth as you part your legs so he can settle between them, and you moan when he hooks his hand behind your knee, pulling your leg up so he can create friction between your thighs.
“Jack,” you moan, as his mouth leaves yours to explore your neck and your nearly-bare chest.
“You wore this dress for me, didn’t you?” His voice is breathy and all you can do is say “Mhm” in response as he pulls the flexible fabric to the side, and takes your nipple into his mouth.
Your fingers are in his salt and pepper curls as you arch your back, offering yourself to him.
“Fuck, Jack,” you moan again, and he grinds his pelvis into yours. Your dress has ridden up so all that lays between all the spots you want him to touch and the bulge straining through his pants is the sheer black fabric of your panties.
He’s working your other breast now, sucking and teasing on your nipple, and you wonder if you could cum just from this. You never have before, but there’s a first time for everything.
Jack thrusts down into you once more, grinding greedily, and you’re panting when he brings his mouth back up to yours.
“Please,” you whimper, and he groans at the sound of it. Understanding your request, he reaches down with one hand and pushes your thin panties to the side.
He groans again into your mouth. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.”
He doesn’t waste time teasing, and his fingers know exactly what they’re doing when they find your clit. He works in small circles for a while, while you squirm and writhe and pant beneath him, then dips his fingers down to your entrance, pushing inside.
“Jack!” you shout.
“Good girl,” he mumbles, taking his mouth back down to your exposed chest as he alternates between rubbing your clit and slipping his fingers inside of you.
You’re going insane with need when he adds a third finger, and presses the palm of his hand to your clit at the same time.
“I need you to come for me, baby. I need to feel it,” he says, sweaty and breathless, and being told what to do snaps something inside of you.
Your pussy clenches around his fingers and you let out a stream of moans and obscenities mixed with his name while he finger-fucks you through the best orgasm you’ve ever had.
He’s still kissing you once you’ve come down, softly now, peppering kisses to your lips and cheeks.
“What kind of HR form are we going to have to fill out,” Jack asks between kisses, “since we’re dating now?”
You can’t hide the ear to ear grin. “Gloria is going to freak.”
He’s kissing your neck now, and you hum with satisfaction. “Just keep your sat scores up and she won’t fucking care.”
Summary: Jack feels defeated after a bad shift - but you help.
Fluffy fluff. Check for cavities after.
You consider yourself something of a Jack Abbott expert. You were never very good in school, didn’t have a favorite subject, weren’t ever called gifted or a genius - but Jack?
You are the foremost expert in Doctor Abbott.
So when the subject walks through the door just before 8am, you know instantly that last night in the ER was a rough one.
His shoulders slump inward just a little. He tosses his keys into the key bowl like they’ve just called him a rude name. He kicks his boots into the wall, creating a scuff he’ll have to scrub off later.
His number one tell, of course, is that he does not scan the interior of your home to find you; to come to you, wrap you in a hug, and tell you how tired he is.
You use your foot to kick back the chair next to you at the dining room table just a few inches, and like the dutiful boyfriend he is, Jack sits down.
“Do you want to talk about it, or eat about it, or both?” you ask, sliding a plate of bacon and pancakes, drowning in syrup, towards him.
A doctor really shouldn’t eat that much syrup.
“Just a bad night,” he says, picking up the fork and finally meeting your eyes. “Lost one we shouldn’t have.”
You listen, sipping your coffee as he talks. A young patient, an avoidable accident, a negligent parent, and Jack just couldn’t save this one. Tears prick your eyes as he talks, and you see a shine in his too.
When he’s finished, you’re not sure what to say. You’re never really sure what’s right to say when Jack has a night like that.
So instead, you clean his plate, and then you lead him to the bathroom and help him take off his scrubs, then turn on the shower for him - hot as hell, just as he likes it.
You follow him into the shower, and scrub his tired muscles a little more than they probably need. When he’s clean and his eyes are closed, you wrap your arms around his waist and press your cheek to his strong chest.
“You are the best man I’ve ever known. I’m so proud of you. I tell everyone I meet almost immediately that I’m dating the Dr. Abbott. That somehow I managed to charm a handsome, thoughtful, funny and caring doctor. That I tricked someone like you into falling in love with me.”
He squeezes you tight as the water flows over the both of you.
You continue to ramble at him as you dry each other off and slip into warm clothes. It’s your day off, but you woke up really early so that when Jack got home, you could sleep with him for just a little bit. So you pull him to the bed and slip under the covers, and he rests with his head on your chest.
“I feel so safe with you around. I love you,” you tell him in a whisper as you twirl his salt and pepper curls around your fingers.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says after a while, when you’d thought he was asleep. “I can’t honestly… you think you tricked me?”
Your only response is a laugh.
“Sure, the most beautiful girl in the world is in my bed right now, and she thinks it was all her idea,” he scoffs, and you laugh harder.
“Go to sleep, Jack.”
His grip around you tightens, and he presses a soft kiss to your chest.
“I love you more, just so you know,” he tells you, his voice even and sure.
Jack hasn’t even told anyone he’s seeing someone, so imagine their shock when you come in, bloodied nearly head to toe, and Doctor Abbot is suddenly losing his mind.
TW: blood, car accident, mature content.
One of you and Jack’s favorite games to play in the car is ‘guess that tune.’ He’ll turn something on and, thanks to his truck being nearly as old as he is, there’s no display screen. You’re meant to guess the song in ten seconds or less.
If you can’t, you are mercilessly teased for your lack of musical knowledge. Jack is teased for being an old man who listens to old man music.
If you guess it right, you’re rewarded. Sometimes with a simple ‘good girl’, sometimes maybe a kiss, and sometimes if you’re very lucky, you get to pick the movie for your next movie night.
The song on the radio now is familiar, and you’re trying to place it as you drive down the interstate, so exhausted but so eager to get back home. In a few hours, Jack will be off night shift, and you’ll be reunited for the first time in nearly two weeks.
It’s the longest you’ve spent apart since the day you met. You’re itching to see him, and you want to be able to tell him the name of the song when you do.
“Come on, come on,” you whisper to yourself, and you don’t notice the headlights behind you at first. Swerving, back and forth in the dark, like the driver has maybe had a little too much to drink this evening.
By the time it catches your attention, the SUV is barreling into you at top speed, just as you realize what the song is.
Jack is counting down the minutes until he can leave. 13 days without her. He’s kicking himself for not joining her on the trip, why did he think he could handle this long away from her?
He feels like a lovesick teenager. He checks his phone every chance he gets for a message or call from her. He waits for word from her before going to sleep, calls her on his way to work every night. Christ, he even sends her pictures - of anything. His breakfast. A fucking bird he saw. It’s unbelievable, how whipped he is, and how happy he is about it.
He’s snapped out of his daydreams by an incoming car accident. Drunk driver, in critical condition, slammed into a smaller car on the highway. The second driver is doing slightly but not much better.
The victim of the accident is out first, and Jack is ready to receive. She’s small, strapped to the stretcher, and there’s a lot of blood. Christ. So much for someone so small.
The paramedic is giving him report, but there’s a roaring in his ears, and it’s growing louder by the second.
Her hair is soaked, her face cut, but he knows her. He knows her better than he knows anyone.
Christ, his knees are weak. Someone is on her, taking over in the second’s pause he’s taken, and he follows as they wheel her through the ER.
He needs to pay attention. They’re assessing her, looking at her wounds, setting up an ultrasound… and she’s awake.
Fuck, she’s awake. He steps up to her stretcher in the trauma bay and her eyes, wide and scared, land on him.
“Jack,” she says on an exhale, and half the eyes in the room turn to him.
He steps up, reaching out and taking her hand. She squeezes him, hard, and that’s a good sign.
“I’m here, honey. It’s okay.”
She squeezes her eyes shut tight, and a vice closes around his chest. “It hurts. I’m scared.”
“It’s gonna be okay. I’m right here.”
But there’s so much fucking blood and he can’t tell where it’s all coming from.

You lose consciousness at some point, whether it’s from blood loss or terror, you’re not sure. Or maybe, seeing Jack at your side, your body decided you could rest for a moment - Jack would take care of you.
Your mind wakes up before your body does. You hear voices talking above you, and you struggle to remember where you are, and to open your eyes.
“She’s all right, Jack. They said, no major trauma somehow. Just blood loss from all the glass,” a calm male voice says.
You remember then. The car slamming into you, and your car flying into the cement median. It felt like your vehicle exploded around you, glass and metal and plastic everywhere, and a terrible burning smell.
Then, the ER. Jack holding your hand.
Now, this.
“Don’t tell me where that drunk fucker is, Robby. I’ll kill him,” Jack says, and you can tell his jaw is clenched without even looking.
“They transferred him. For his own good.”
Jack mumbles something and finally, finally, you’re able to get your eyelids open.
“Baby,” Jack exclaims, moving from the foot of your bed where he stands with another doctor, to your immediate bedside.
“What the fresh fuck, Jack! Someone rear ended me,” you say, and the man at the end of the bed laughs. Your throat is a little dry, and talking makes you cough.
Jack somehow has water already, and lifts it to your mouth. “Small sips, please.”
“Someone sure did rear end you,” says the second doctor. “I’m Robby, a colleague of Jack’s. I’d say it’s nice to meet you but, given the circumstances.” He shrugs.
Your body feels sore, especially your head, but nothing feels broken. Mostly you feel utterly exhausted, and a little bit like this is an out of body experience. Maybe that’s from the blood loss.
“And I bet you didn’t even know about me til now,” you say, throwing a teasing smile at your boyfriend.
“I sure did not. Private guy over here.” Robby’s smile is light. You’ve heard about him, even if he hasn’t heard about you. You don’t really care. Jack can be as private as he wants.
“Oh, Tush!” you exclaim suddenly.
Both men’s eyes snap to you.
“ZZ Top, Tush. That’s what was playing on the radio when some coked up dill hole tried to kill me.”
Jack rolls his eyes. “Good girl, you get to pick the movie.”
Robby, clearly not following, gives you a dramatic and unsettling run down of your injuries. Stitches on your face and somehow also your side, two cracked ribs, a pretty mild concussion, and a fuck ton of lost blood. You need to stay a couple days for observation, and then you can go home.
“With me. You’re staying with me, for forever,” Jack insists.
“Well there are worse ways to get a guy to commit, am I right?” you say, winking st Robby, who just laughs again.
“Can’t imagine why you were hiding someone beautiful and funny from all the animals here,” he says in lieu of goodbye, before leaving the two of you alone.
“How are you feeling, really?” Doc Abbot asks, and you take a minute to feel your body.
“Sore and tired, mostly. Also, like, scared, I guess,” you admit. “That was horrible. I thought the car was going to explode and I was going to die and, it was just a lot.” You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You can’t smile and joke to ignore how you’re feeling now that it’s just you and Jack. He knows you too well for that. “I really didn’t want to die. And then I saw you here and, you looked really scared. I’m sorry you went through that.”
He shakes his head, gripping your hand in his. “I’m always afraid something is going to happen to you. My worst fears came true tonight but that is not your fault. Don’t apologize for that again.”
His face is as serious as death, so all you can do in response is nod.
“I meant what I said. I want you to move in with me, right away. Or I’ll move in with you. Or we can get a new place, I don’t give a shit.”
You reach out with a bruised hand and place it on his cheek. Jack closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, leaning into your touch, and you wonder if he thought he might never feel this again.
Years well in your eyes and you smile at him. “Move into my house,” you say. “Immediately.”
It makes sense. His apartment is nice, but your house has a yard, and extra bedrooms, and you can’t imagine leaving - but you have imagined Jack living there with you, since your second date.
Your eyes are starting to droop as exhaustion threatens to take over. “I’m tired, Jack. Will you lay with me?”
He frowns.
“Please? It won’t hurt. It will help. You’re a doctor, you’re supposed to help, right?”
His frown deepens, but he stands up and starts carefully rearranging wires and helping you scoot over so he can fit in, snug next to you, holding you in his strong arms that always make you feel secure and comforted.
“I’m feeling better already,” you mumble, and the rumble of his laughter in his chest begins to lull you to sleep.
“I love you, honey. Don’t ever pull any shit like this again,” he whispers, his lips to your temple.
“Anything you say,” you reply, and fall into a peaceful sleep.
When you’re in a deep sleep and all your vitals are looking good to him, Jack slips away to grab something to eat.
Dana already has a water and a sandwich waiting for him.
“Thanks,” he says with a wiry smile and a nod.
“So, you have to tell me about her,” Dana replies.
Jack rolls his eyes. “So the sandwich was a bribe.”
Dana shrugs. “Maybe. Just tell me. How long have you been seeing her?”
“About eight months. She’s an architect, big buildings. Smart and beautiful and too good for me.”
Dana tries to hide her grin, but she can’t. “Well, I’m glad for you. We all are. I’ll be in to check on her when she wakes up.”
Jack just nods and takes his lunch - breakfast? - back to her room.
He watches her chest rise and fall as she sleeps. She looks beat to hell, and the cut on her face is going to scar. He can’t stop thinking about all the blood on her, how she looked rolled into the ER. It makes his throat tight. It’s going to be in his nightmares, maybe for years.
But she’s here now. She’s okay, and she wants to share a home with him. He’s thinking through how quickly he can sell his apartment and get his stuff moved - is two days too quick? It feels like an eternity.
All he knows is he loves her, loves the woman laying in this bed more than he loves himself, and he never wants to be apart from her for 13 days. Not ever again.
A former almost-fling of Jack Abbott’s appears in the ED as a patient, throwing the doctor off his game.
18+. Mature. Pathetic Jack, head over heels Jack, desperate Jack.
“If you roll your eyes at me any harder, they’ll get stuck that way,” my usually favorite but currently least favorite co-worker, Josh, says to me after the nurse leaves with my blood sample, promising the doctor will be in soon.
My eyes roll back into my head once more, and Josh scoffs.
“Why don’t you go back to the floor,” I reply, annoyed, and he winks at me.
“Because I love you and we never get a break anyway. Charlene said I can stay with you, so I’m staying.”
He’s not wrong. Labor and delivery in September is truly something else. I don’t know what it is about January, but people sure do love to make babies, and all September, we’re busy because of it. I’ve been an L&D nurse for just over ten years now and cant remember a September that didn’t make my feet bleed.
“Well, I probably fainted because we don’t get any breaks,” I retort, and Josh shrugs.
“Or because you don’t drink enough water. Or eat enough protein.”
Without even realizing I’m doing it, I roll my eyes again. Josh stands up in mock anger and declares he’s going to go get me some water, and I wave as he exits.
Really, being forced to come to the ER because I fainted a little bit on shift is just the hospital covering its own ass… but it is nice to sit here and rest for a minute.
My feet are sore and my back is aching, and it’s only an hour til the day shift comes to take over. If I drag this out enough, I could be home and sleeping early today.
I might have nodded off when I’m jolted awake.
“Knock, knock,” comes a deep voice, and moments later, the curtain is yanked back.
Jack looks just the same. Painfully handsome, serious, and right now, a little concerned.
“Passed out on the job, huh?” Dr. Abbott says, looking up at me then back down to my chart with a crooked little grin on his face.
“I mean, barely,” I reply, suddenly self conscious. The last time I was alone in a room with Jack Abbott, I’d kissed him.
Then, he never called.
The doctor rolls his eyes at me, and I can see why Josh was complaining about it. “There’s no barely passing out. You either did, or you didn’t. And I can see you’ve barely eaten all night, and probably haven’t had enough water either.”
I shrug. “It’s September. Lots of babies.”
He sets my chart down and sits down in the chair Josh vacated.
“Your bloodwork looks good, but you look tired. You’re just exhausted. Do you have the next couple days off?”
“I sure do.”
“Great. You just need rest, and to eat. Who’s driving you home today?” He leans forward, his elbows on his knees.
“Um, myself.”
“No. Can you get another ride?”
“Well…”
“I’ll drive you. You still live on Crabapple?”
I can’t imagine how he knows that, but I nod.
“Great. I’m off in 30. Just take a nap here and I’ll come get you.”
With that, he’s gone, and I’m too wired to sleep.
Jack’s palms are sweaty when he leaves the room. Christ, she’s just fainted 10 hours into a 12 hour night shift, and she looks like that?
It’s unbelievable. He hands her chart off to the nurse to get her discharged, and rubs his hand down his face.
Some nights, Jack is jolted awake to the memory of her kissing him. She was so eager, so happy, so beautiful… and he fucked it up.
Why didn’t he call her? She clearly wanted him to, but he freaked out, and too much time passed, and now she’s here again.
Looking like that, as an exhausted ER patient.
When he enters her room 30 minutes later, she’s on her side, her knees tucked up to her chest, and soft snores can be heard.
He pauses for a moment, wondering if he should sit here and let her sleep… but he’s tired too, and she needs to eat before she goes to bed.
He shakes her shoulder gently. “Hey, kid. Time to go.”
She blinks up at him, looking like a startled doe, and a fist closes around his heart.
“This isn’t my street,” I tell Jack a few minutes into the drive.
“I’m getting you some food first,” he replies, leaving no room for argument.
That’s one of the things that drew me to Jack. He’s straight forward, speaks his mind, and he commands the attention of everyone in the room.
His effortless authority is such a turn on. Or, was. Well, maybe is.
“I have food at home.”
“If you get that close to your bed, no way are you eating first. I’ll get you something hot and watch you eat it.”
He pulls into a drive through, and I give up any argument. After all, it’s not horrible to have a hot doctor tell you what to do, is it?
The first bite of the sausage, egg and cheese is so satisfying that an errant moan escapes my lips.
“Damn,” I whisper. “I was hungry.”
Jack chuckles, glancing my way. “Maybe start eating at work sometimes.”
“Yeah, yeah. But this was the only way for me to see you,” I tease, and he laughs, but the air feels tense after the comment.
It doesn’t take long to get to my house and pull into the driveway. My bones feel weary, my muscles spent, and I can’t wait to shower and get into bed. I’m not even going to set an alarm. I’m going to sleep for 11 hours minimum.
I unbuckle and turn to Jack, ready to thank him, and he’s already scooted across the front seat of his truck towards me.
His face is just inches from mine. A long moment passes between us, where we just breathe, staring at each other. A chill creeps up my spine, and I shiver.
“I should’ve called,” is all he says before his lips graze mine.
He kisses me softly at first, moving his lips tenderly against mine, holding me tightly around my waist until I sigh and part my lips for him, and then it turns urgent. As if we’ve been waiting for this moment for years.
I’ve never been less tired as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and press my lips to his. Too eager, too hungry, even though my belly is full. I cannot get enough of Jack, cannot pull him close enough to me, want to feel him everywhere at the same time.
He groans and his hands press firm and flat into my back under my scrubs as he devours my mouth with his, greedy and just as eager, making me moan. I’ve never felt so wanted or desired. The sounds coming from my throat are obscene, but he meets me right where I am.
My fingers find their way into his silver hair as his lips leave mine, trailing down my neck, leaving light kisses and firm bites wherever they go, tracing patterns in my skin, his hot breath making me squirm. He lifts me up when his mouth covers mine again, pulling me into his lap, my legs on either side of his, and I sigh.
His hands grip my hips, strong and almost painful, and I grind down onto him, panting and needy. I’ve never wanted anything as bad as I want this doctor. I would stay awake the next three days if it meant getting more of him, and this. I am desperate for him, and I have been since that first kiss months ago.
He seems to return my feelings as his hips thrust up into mine, and a low moan escapes his mouth once again. He whispers my name between wet kisses, his hands and mouth everywhere at once. I feel like I could black out in the front of his truck.
Eventually, after minutes or hours mingled together, I pull back with a Herculean effort and look down at him.
He licks his now red lips and his eyes look from mine, down to my lips, and back up again. He wants more, and I’m ready to give it to him.
“You need rest,” he says, his voice strained as if he doesn’t want to say it. I don’t want to hear it.
“I know,” I whisper in reply.
He kisses me again, softly this time, slowly, once, twice, three times.
“Can I see you tonight? Take you to dinner?” he asks, his lips on my throat, and I murmur a yes.
I don’t want to go to dinner. I want to take him inside now and destroy him… but he’s right. I can feel my aching feet, my taught back, even my fucking hair feels tired.
“I’ll pick you up. Seven. Sleep until then,” he instructs me, that quiet authority in his voice.
“Yes, doctor,” I say as I reluctantly slide off his lap.
He grabs me by the arm and pulls me to him once more, kissing me hard, and then lets me go.
Your Na'vi mate hears about Valentine's Day, and tries to make it special for you, a human recently transferred permanently into their avatar.
Neteyam
Neteyam waits until the end of the day, when the two of you are alone, lying on your hammock under the stars, because he thinks Valentine's Day must be a very romantic and private thing, if it's for lovers.
"I made you something," he tells you, rolling over to reach into one of the baskets that contain your clothing and jewelry.
You sit up, surprised, trying to think what the occasion could be - not that Neteyam needs an occasion to be sweet to you, but gifts are extra special.
He pulls out a necklace, finely and delicately woven, with red and gold beads sewn throughout. It's beautiful, and ornate, and you immediately lift up your hair so that he can fasten it around your neck.
You run your fingers over it, smiling. "Neteyam, it's beautiful. It must have taken such a long time!"
He shrugs. "Well, it's Valentine's, right?"
Your mouth falls open in shock. "Who told you that?"
"Norm," he replies sheepishly. "He said it was a big deal, on earth. A day for people in love."
You touch the necklace again, tears welling in your eyes at the thought and effort Neteyam put into a holiday that you never really cared about or celebrated on earth.
"I didn't get you anything, Neteyam. I'm so sorry. I didn't even realize it was, um, February."
That's a word he doesn't know, and you don't feel like explaining. Instead, you throw your arms around him and engulf him in a warm hug.
"You got me you - that's all I need," he whispers, and your heart melts.
Lo'ak
Lo'ak tells you a few days in advance that he's planning something special for your 'big day' and you spend every moment trying to figure out what he means by that, but he won't tell you.
He teases you about his plans, everything he's going to do for you, but won't admit what the special occasion is.
It isn't your birthday, or his, nor is it a special celebration with The People... you're at a complete loss, and wonder if he's just joking, until the day arrives.
"You're going to claim your ikran today! Happy Valentine's Day!" he exclaims bright and early in the morning, as the blood drains from your face.
"Valentine's? My ikran! Who told you about Valentine's?"
"Neteyam. He's making his mate some stupid necklace. But my mate is going to claim an ikran!"
"Oh, Lo'ak, I don't think I'm ready," you reply, fear creeping into every bone in your new Na'vi body.
He grabs your arm, pulling you up out of your hammock, and you behind descending together without a word. All the way to the Ikrans' nest, he reassures you, tells you how strong and capable you are, how he's sure you're ready, and you almost believe him by the time you get there... almost.
He continues cheering you on, talking you through it as you fight and tame a gorgeous orange, green and white ikran, and when you finally make the connection with her, he basically forces the two of you off a cliff for your first ride, following closely behind you.
Though you feel nervous, you mostly feel proud and excited, and you see those emotions reflected on Lo'ak's face.
You ride together for a long time, and when you finally land, he sweeps you up into his arms, spinning you around, letting out a bellowing victory cry.
"I knew you could do it!"
You squeal with laughter, and pepper his face with kisses when he sets you down.
"I'm so proud to call you mine. Happy Valentine!" he exclaims, and you can't help but laugh.
Anonymous Request: Could you write a neteyam x reader as she fell first, he fell harder trope and by harder I mean him literally being obsessed with her (in a good way ofc)?
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Though our clan was large, it was not so large that I did not grow up knowing all the other children my age, and those my older brother's age, as well.
Neteyam wasn't my brother's friend, per se, but he did run in similar circles; after all, they were small circles. My brother was unimpressed with the chief's son, but he was unimpressed with most people, so it wasn't surprising.
I paid Neteyam little to no mind until we were older. Lo'ak was my age, but we scarcely interacted, though I thought he was a nice boy, if not a little reckless.
In our pre-teen years, Lo'ak and I had come together by happenstance; going on the same hunts, choosing our ikrans on the same day, finding out we had common interests and overbearingly perfect older siblings.
In our growing, still casual friendship, it was then that I really noticed Neteyam.
At first, I was just impressed and somewhat intimidated by him. Even though he was barely 17, he was the best hunter in our clan, by far. He was also an impressive fisherman, skilled at weaving nets and tossing his spear, and on top of it all, he seemed, from our limited interaction, kind and caring.
Lo'ak complained about him, but I knew they were close, and he admired his brother, the way I did mine. It was almost a resentful admiration; our brothers possessed qualities that were admired by all, that we didn't possess.
Neteyam was a model eldest son, admired by all and rarely admonished by his parents - Lo'ak was a little wild, erring on the side of breaking the rules.
No'vu and I had a different dynamic. He was the wild one, with a free spirit and very little care towards what others thought of him. I had always been more reserved and buttoned up, cautious and a little anxious, and I envied his relaxed demeanor.
It brought Lo'ak and I closer, as friends, and afforded me more opportunities to be around Neteyam. And every time I was near him, my crush deepened, until I was nearly 21, and the crush was turning into something more; something I was almost growing worried about.
Because I didn't think he had really noticed me, and wasn't sure he ever would.
--
All of the responsibilities that come with being the oldest son of the Olo'eyktan had nearly taken over Neteyam's life, and by the time he was approaching 23 years old, he realized how all-consuming they had become.
His father was still young, very healthy, and would be their leader for years to come.
Neteyam felt now that he was ready to step back from training, to live a life and find a mate, and enjoy himself before true responsibility sat on his shoulders.
It wasn't easy to approach his father and tell him this, but surprisingly, Jake understood. Maybe years of focused training had paid off, plus, Jake did mention this would afford him more time to focus on Lo'ak, who he sometimes worried felt overlooked.
The next morning, Neteyam woke up feeling directionless. Without a rigorous schedule to follow, he wasn't sure what to do with his time. His father had woken Lo'ak up early for a hunt, and he knew Lo'ak would be equally pleased and pissed, so Neteyam simply rolled out of his hammock and grabbed something to eat.
"What will you do today?" Kiri asked, and Neteyam just shrugged in response. "Come help me then," Kiri said. "No'vu and Y/N's mother is ill, and I'm paying her a visit."
With nothing really better to do, Neteyam agreed. It would be interesting to watch Kiri work, and he hadn't spent much time with her lately. He knew No’vu, but hadn’t been aware the wild Omaticayan man a sibling. Y/N was an unfamiliar name to him. He wondered if she was as brash and fearless as her brother was known to be.
When they arrived to the family's home, Eik Te lay on the floor, covered by a blanket, with her daughter at her side. She appeared to be asleep at first, but Neteyam noticed then that her eyes were open, just barely. She looked beyond sick - she looked gravely ill.
Kiri knelt by her side, next to Y/N, who was holding her mother's hand. No'vu was pacing outside the hut, and their father, Onpxew, was nowhere to be seen - likely hunting or fishing for the family.
"How is she today?" Kiri asked, and Y/N tried to muster up a smile, glancing up at Neteyam.
"Better," she said. "She said a few words, drank a little water. Better than yesterday."
Kiri sighed. "Good, that's good."
She rummaged through the basket she had brought, pulling out different powders and liquids, mixing something together. She felt the woman's forehead, focusing. "Her fever seems to be going down. I think this will pass, but it may be a few days yet before we can be sure."
Y/N nodded, looking stoically down at her mother, who's eyes were open a little wider now.
"Thank you, Kiri," Eik Te said, her voice dry and slow, and Kiri shushed her.
"You just get better. Step outside with me, Y/N," Kiri said. "Oh, also, this is Neteyam. He's learning a little about healing today."
Y/N stood up, and nodded to Neteyam. "We've met," she said.
Neteyam was sure that was true, but he didn't remember this woman - which surprised him.
When she stood, she was taller than average - much taller than Kiri, likely taller than her mother, and most other women in the clan. Her eyes were wide, a beautiful amber, and the spots around them danced even in the day light. Her hair was long, nearly to her waist, braided in tiny braids that looked like they must've taken days to complete.
As they walked, she carried herself with assuredness and grace. As she and Kiri spoke outside about her mother's condition, he watched her round lips move over straight, white teeth.
He had never seen anyone so beautiful. He tried to remember her, but nothing was coming to mind. Had he truly met her, and overlooked her?
Before he knew it, Kiri was saying her goodbyes, and Neteyam felt obligated to say something. "Let us know if you need anything, Y/N. I'm happy to hunt for you, or bring you more blankets and rugs."
Y/N smiled, and it was stunning, practically stopping his heart. "Thank you, Neteyam."
Next to him, Kiri was rolling his eyes. "I just said that. Let's go." She pulled on her brother's arm, and reluctantly, he followed her.
--
After that day, Neteyam saw Y/N everywhere he went. She was at the fire pits when he brought in a kill, and she was ascending to ride her ikran at the same time as him; she was even at the same swimming hole. When he wasn't running into her, he was thinking about her, and asking Kiri for anything she knew about the girl - which wasn't much. Just that she was quiet, seemed very much unlike her rash older brother, close to her family, and a very talented ikran rider; one of the most impressive in the clan.
Neteyam obsessed over her, going over every detail of her again and again in his mind; her tall stature, her soft, light voice, the concern in her eyes when she spoke to Kiri about her mother; he even dreamed about her at night.
He wondered what he had thought about, before he met her, and he wondered how it was possible that he had never before noticed someone like her.
Four days later, they were finally able to speak, when Neteyam ran into her just outside of Home Tree.
"Y/N," he said, jogging over to her. "How is your mother?"
He could see the relief in her eyes as she smiled. "So much better, thank you! Kiri is a miracle worker. I am trying to think of a gift for her, actually. What would she like? I could make a necklace, or…”
Netyeam blurted out the first thing he could think of. "A friend."
Y/N's eyebrows rose. "Oh? Well that's certainly an easy gift to give. After all, Lo'ak is already a friend."
Lo'ak was friends with Y/N? Since when? Jealously sparked in Neteyam. "Sit with my family, at the feast tomorrow. You can... talk to Kiri," he said. But of course, that wasn't why Neteyam wanted her to join his family.
She reached out, touching his arm just momentarily, and he froze up at her gentle touch. "I'd be glad to! Come find me before, so I don't wander around looking for you."
--
Mom was still tired, so the rest of my family was staying behind and skipping the celebratory feast, but my father insisted I go - especially after he found out I had been asked to sit with Lo'ak's family.
Or should I be referring to them as Neteyam's family?
Our meeting earlier had been so strange. The nervous energy around Neteyam was catching, and I felt a little anxious as I dressed for the feast. Mom painted my face, down to my chest, and the moment she was done, No'vu was announcing Neteyam's approach.
Wanting to avoid an awkward encounter with my family and the eldest son of Taruk Makto, I charged out of our alcove to meet Neteyam, waving and calling goodbye over my shoulder.
Neteyam looked stunned to see me charging towards him and I stopped, a little embarrassed at my eagerness. "Sorry," I said when I reached him. "Mom is still feeling a little sick. I didn't want to disturb her."
"Oh, sure," Neteyam nodded, and an awkward pause surfaced between us that I was unsure how to get over.
When I was with Lo'ak, he did most of the talking. Neteyam was a little more quiet than his younger brother.
"You look beautiful," he said, and my jaw nearly fell open.
I had been trying to figure out all day why Neteyam would invite me to sit with his family, as the idea of him hoping I would become friends with Kiri seemed unlikely, but I couldn't sort out another motive.
It seemed impossible that it could be because he wanted to spend time with me. After all, I could tell the other day when he and Kiri had come to visit mom, that when I said we'd met before, he had no recollection.
It had stung a little bit, but ever since then, he'd been looking at me so funny every time we ran into each other. If I didn't know better, I would've thought he was staring, but I couldn't figure out why.
"Thank you," I replied, casting my eyes downward. "Let's go!"
He extended his hand, and eagerly, I took it.
As we walked, Neteyam asked me about my ikran, and even though he couldn't have known, it was the easiest way to get me to open up. I talked about her the entire way; our first meeting, our best rides, everything we'd accomplished together and how much I loved her.
"She's my best friend," I said with a shrug. "I know that's kind of silly but she's just, so wonderful. You'll have to meet her."
"I would love to," Neteyam replied with a smile.
The festival was well underway when we arrived at the Tree of Souls, the drums pounding, the smell of spices and fresh food in the air.
Pulling my hand, Neteyam wove his way through the crowd, to the Tree of Souls, where his family and those closest to them sat.
Neteyam nodded to his father, who nodded back. "Father, this is Y/N, daughter of Onpxew and Eik Te."
"How's your mother?" Jakesully asked.
"Thank you, Olo'eyektan," I replied, touching my hand to my forehead, then lowering it as I bowed out of respect. "Much better, thanks to Kiri." I turned to smile at his daughter, who smiled back. Lo'ak, standing just next to her, waved, a confused look on his face.
"That's good to hear. Join us."
We stepped up, and I took a seat just next to Neteyam, between him and Kiri.
"I'm so glad your mom is doing better," Kiri said. I reached out and touched her shoulder.
"It's thanks to you! You'll have to stop by, she'll want to see you again when she's feeling fully herself."
Kiri smiled. "I will!"
Lo'ak leaned forward. "Y/N, what are you doing here?"
I had to laugh, because it was so like Lo'ak to be blunt. Anyone else saying that would have made me feel awkward and out of place, sitting here with this prominent family, but Lo'ak was just genuinely wondering.
"Neteyam invited me. I haven't seen you much lately, so I had to make new friends."
Lo'ak rolled his eyes. "And of all people, you had to keep it in this family."
I shrugged. "I like this family."
--
Neteyam's father gave a long speech about the prosperity of The People, and Neytiri and Nina sang a beautiful song, and afterwards, the dancing begun.
Before Neteyam could ask Y/N himself, Lo'ak had swept her into the dance floor, leaving Neteyam to stand and watch, his arms crossed and his brow furrowed.
"What's wrong with you?" Kiri asked, trying to follow Neteyam's gaze, but the dance floor was moving too fast.
Then, she saw it. Lo'ak, spinning Y/N around, the both of them laughing and having fun. She'd always wondered if Lo'ak was secretly in love with Y/N, but the more she observed the two, the more she saw it was a poor fit, and neither of them was interested.
What she saw in Neteyam's eyes was very different. He was jealous of Lo'ak.
"You like Y/N," Kiri said.
"Of course I do. You've met her," Neteyam replied matter of factly, and Kiri laughed.
"I have. She's great. Lo'ak thinks so too, but he doesn't like her that way. He would have told her."
Neteyam narrowed his eyes. "It doesn't look that way to me. I didn't even know they were friends."
"How? She's one of his closest friends. You didn't notice?"
“I don’t know,” Neteyam said, reaching behind his head, shrugging at his sister. “It’s like I never saw her before.”
“Well, do you see her now?” Kiri asked, trying but failing to keep the annoyance out of her voice.
Neteyam’s arm fell to his side, and he sighed. “She’s all I see.”
"Well, just tell her," Kiri replied, and Neteyam snorted.
But... it wasn't a bad idea.
--
Lo'ak and I had been spinning around for far too long, and I was growing tired. We returned to his family, but Neteyam was no longer there.
Lo'ak and I sat down, and he handed me a drink.
"Neteyam invited you to join us?" Lo'ak asked.
"Yeah. He came with Kiri the other day, to visit mom, and he's been like... acting a little funny since."
Lo'ak narrowed his eyes. "Hm." That was the extend of the wisdom he had to offer me, and I wish he was Kiri instead.
"Do you want to dance?"
I whipped my head around to see Neteyam standing over me, extending a hand, and I clambered onto my feet as fast as my lanky limbs would allow, grabbing his hand in the process, allowing him to lead me back into the crowd.
This dance was slower, more traditional, and though Neteyam knew all the steps and fell in sync with everyone else, I was a little unsure, and a little behind, fumbling over my feet. With Lo'ak, I didn't care, because I knew he didn't take it seriously - but Neteyam was so precise and perfect, I didn't want to mess up.
Halfway through the song, we were brought together again, his arm around my waist and mine around his neck. "Let's take a walk," he whispered, and without hesitation, I nodded.
--
Away from the crowd, the night was cool, and the paint we were adorned with glowed in the darkness, along with the forest around us. We walked quietly, our hands still entwined, and finally, Neteyam spoke.
"I must apologize to you, Y/N," he said, stopping us in our tracks. I turned to face him.
"What for?"
"The other day, in your home, you said we had met before, but I... I didn't remember meeting you before."
Though the words weren't a surprise, they stung; it meant I had spent years having a crush on someone who hadn't even noticed me, even though we'd frequently been in close proximity.
"That's okay, Neteyam. I'm just your little brother's friend. I don't know all of No'vu's friends either."
He shook his head. "No, but I should have noticed you, Y/N. I was busy with training, and preparing to lead the clan, and just recently I told my father I want to take a step back from all that. To enjoy life, to form... relationships."
To find a mate, he was saying, without saying it.
"And I think, if I hadn't been so focused, I would have noticed you. I can't believe I didn't before. Something about you..." he trailed off, staring down at me, and I wondered if he could hear my heart wildly beating in my chest, or feel my hand growing cold and clammy inside of his.
"Well, I noticed you," I said finally, as he searched for his next words. "I mean, of course everyone knows who you are... but when I became friends with Lo'ak, I really noticed you."
Finally, Neteyam's nervous face relaxed, slowly replaced by a teasing smile. "Oh yeah? What did you notice?"
"Well, I was only like 14, so at first not much. But then I noticed how handsome you were becoming, how skilled you are with a bow and a spear, how kind you were towards your family and friends... I had a crush on you, when I was 17."
"And now?" he asked, the teasing smile growing even wider still.
"Oh, I still think you're handsome," I replied with a laugh, giving him a playful shove.
"I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever set eyes on, and the kindest as well, and I'd like to spend every spare moment from now forward getting to know you better," Neteyam said, and I could tell after, he was shocked that he had said it.
"Okay," I replied, unable to hide my smile.
"Okay?"
I nodded. "Let's do that. Spend time together. Get to know one another. I would like that." The joy I felt in that moment was undeniable, and overwhelming.
--
Neteyam's heart was going to leap out of his chest and onto the forest floor. He had blurted out exactly what he wanted - to spend every moment of every day obsessing over every small detail of her life that she was willing to share - and she had agreed to it.
She had eagerly agreed to it. He knew it was impractical to worship the ground she was walking on after only a few days, but he didn't care.
He was going to make this woman his mate, he knew it. He was going to fall in love with her - it was already happening.
"You are perfection," he said, reaching up to touch her face as he had been dreaming of doing. He ran his fingers along her jaw, over her cheek, down her nose and over her lips, and she closed her eyes, allowing him to. It sent a shiver up his spine.
No amount of time with her would be enough, but he would take anything she would give him.
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