Content: Mike going live just to show the things he loves the most
A/n: pretend like insta existed 🫣
Michael was terrible when it came to social media. He knew it; the fans knew it; hell, even you knew it, yet every time he had a little bit of free time, the first thing he'd do was ask you to help him set up an Instagram live.
“Baby? Can you help me with this instacam stuff?” His glasses were pushed to the edge of his nose, almost sliding right off.
“Instagram, Mike, Instagram.” You giggled to yourself as you took the phone from his hands, tapping a few times on the screen until the camera popped up, revealing the top of Michael's head.
“Babe, you need to adjust the camera by moving it lower and farther away from your face so that you can be fully seen.” You move the phone lower and farther away from his face so that he can be fully seen.
Immediately, the fans came flooding in, the numbers climbing rapidly, hitting over a million viewers.
“Hello, everybody," he spoke in his usual soft tone, glancing over the comments, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to respond to them, but they moved way too fast for his eyes to catch up.
Mjglazer: Mike, do a moonwalk tutorial!!
Angel.facee: Wink for the camera!
“I want to show you all a few things from some of my music videos!” He was excited, even if it was his third time going live to show his memorabilia.
“As you may know, this jacket is from Thriller." He showed off the iconic red jacket.
"Oh, and this is from Remember the Time."
“One last thing, my beautiful wife." He laughed from his chest, making an attempt to angle the camera perfectly to show all his features.
“Mike, stop, I'm not ready for the camera!” You tried to press your palm against the camera of the small phone, but Michael was quicker and moved away before your hand could cover it.
“You look beautiful! See, they think so too!” He laughed again, completely immersed in capturing every inch of you.
"So," Eddie said, resting his chin in his cupped hands and smiling winsomely up at Steve, "what's my motivation here?"
Steve ran a hand through his hair, honestly stumped. This wasn't going anywhere close to how he'd thought it would, and the entire flaw in the plan was the guy right in front of him. He - the fact of it was, Steve hadn't been expecting anyone even close to so hot, and it was really screwing with his ability to form complete sentences, let alone think around corners.
"Your Craigslist ad said - "
"Yeah, the ad," Eddie waved that away. "There's only so much information your response gave me, big boy. Sure, you want Thanksgiving ruined, but what's my backstory?"
"I don't -"
Eddie vaulted to his feet, way too much energy for the peaceful clearing they'd met up in, almost tipping himself backwards over the picnic bench... and then doing it, sprawling out over the table like a swooning maiden, the back of his hand pressed to his forehead.
"Am I a pining ex serenading you under your bedroom window?" He sat up, an abrupt movement that left him hunched and glaring. "A bitter rival accusing you of stealing my man?"
Steve took a couple of steps backwards as Eddie flung himself off the picnic table and darted in close, looking up at him under his lashes with an air of tragedy.
"Are you cheating on me, baby?"
"I wouldn't," Steve said, and quite without intending to he reached up and cupped Eddie's cheek, brushing the crest of it with his thumb before feeling bright colour wash across his own, up to the bright tips of his ears.
"Oh," Eddie breathed, his eyes flicking between Steve's, "you're just a sweetheart, aren't you?" His long fingers cupped Steve's elbows, then slid down to encircle his wrists, the brush of his warm skin like tingling static against Steve's.
"I just want my parents to believe me," Steve said, his blush renewing at the plaintive note in his voice, the idiot simplicity of what he couldn't do for himself.
"Oh, baby," Eddie said, his voice settling warm like syrup in Steve's gut, "I will be the most convincing boyfriend you could ever wish for." He grinned, wide and a little manic, and Steve couldn't help how the echo took up residence on his face.
"And what's more convincing," Eddie said thoughtfully, carefully weaving their fingers together and pulling Steve a little closer, "than days - nay, weeks! - of dating?"
"Weeks?" Steve asked, laughter warm in his voice.
"Months?" Eddie asked, and then - slow, and sweet, and with all the time in the world where Steve chose not to pull away - gently brushed their lips together.
"I'm in trouble with you, huh?" Steve asked, and got another of those sweet, manic grins.
"You wouldn't believe how convincing marriage can be," Eddie said.
𝜗ৎ synopsis. the photo of you and neteyam's family, with the same human invention he used to take his as a teenager.
𝜗ৎ a/n. i just wanted to see neteyam as a dad arrest me bruh he deserves a family
+ i will probably be inactive in the coming weeks as my school starts so dont forget me guys... i will try to write when i can i have like 5 more drafts
𝜗ৎ tags. fluff, sfw, dad neteyam, ur lil family
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The golden rays of dappled light filtered through the canopy's leaves like threads. It weaved between the leaves and caressed the soft cheekbones of your face, casting your lithe frame in a delicate, ethereal glow. Your children gathered around you- your eldest being your son, Aewr and your youngest, Aewel, was gathered in your arms. Her chubby fingers reached to fumble with the beads in your braid as you affectionately cooed at her.
Your ears flickered in curiosity as you moved to hold Aewel in one hand, the other examining the human invention in front of you, eyes staring at the material while your fingers played with the metal buttons.
"Ma Neteyam, what is this?" Your curiosity amused Neteyam and your son greatly, his wise mother seemingly so confused with a human invention. Your husband, Neteyam had recently been gifted by his father with a human invention, one he was familiar with. He tells you that it is like a magic device which can preserve the moment, storytelling with his hands in exaggerated motions.
"It is a camera! It is my favourite invention, I want to capture a memory for later." He laughed, taking the camera from your hands and setting it up on a nearby tree.
"How will you do it without pressing the button?" You inquired, tilting your head. in confusion. Your daughter babbled in excitement, motioning for you to let her down. Despite her young age, she had already become an excellent climber- "a trait directly from her father" you say. You assist her in climbing down your leg, her small frame running over to her brother who props her up with his arm.
"It is automatic, I set a timer." He answers, jogging lightly over to you, ushering Aewel and Aewr to be next to you. He positions himself next beside you, his arms wrapping around your shoulder, fingers squeezing it in love. You lightly giggle as you put your arm around Aewel, who was busy trying to calm down his younger sister.
He had shown you a product of the camera once, his family still in the Omatikaya rainforest, smiles bright and faces still full of innocence in the face of war. He always kept it in your marui pod, a singular photo wrapped tightly in a woven frame decorated with seashells.
"Alright everyone, smiles big." Exclaims Neteyam, patting you on the shoulder to elicit a loving smile. As you hear the camera tick down, Neteyam suddenly wraps both arms around you and your children, lifting you all up in a tight embrace as you gasp in surprise. He holds you in one arm, your body almost thrown around his shoulder as you hug his neck, positioned sideways as you laugh. Your children giggle in his other arm as he kisses your shoulder, the beads woven around your loincloth chiming with each movement.
The camera clicks, and Neteyam spins you around before gently letting you down, your braids tossed carelessly over your shoulder as you playfully slap his back. Your children quickly run back to you as Neteyam makes his way to the camera, a small piece of paper slipping from the top as he delicately holds it in his fingers- as afraid that it would break. His eyes softly gaze over the image, the tips of his ears flickering in affection.
Neteyam had always wanted to start a family with you, the girl he fell in love with and the girl that stayed by his side as he laid in the marui healing pod. Your tears had woken him, doe eyes staring into his as he promised you he would never allow you to cry again. And as he stared into the photo of his loving family, he couldn't help but tear up.
"Sempu, sempu! I wanna see!" Aewr bounced in joy as Neteyam showed him the photo, his eyes widening in happiness and surprise as he stares at himself.
He takes the photo in his hands, a smile breaking out on his face as he shows you- your eyes crinkling in joy as you take in the laughter on everyone's faces. Your fingers gently trace over the boyish smile on his face. There were no ripples distorting the memory, only the pure contentment of the moment.
You laugh in disbelief, eyes lingering on the photo. "So this is how humans remember."
You had only gazed at your reflection in the water as you scouted for shells and other materials, never seeing it so preserved. The ripples would kiss the surface of your face, distorting it into a broken image of yourself.
But this- this was a physical copy for you to look at, to always remember the occassion.
He presses a soft kiss to your temple, his heart full of a love he had always wanted to give. The moment- you, the children- is everything he had asked Eywa for.
i was the narancia requester a while ago and i totally forgot if i sent you another request or not 😭😭 ANYWAYS if i could claim 🥟 anon THAT WOULD BE GREATT
i see your gachiakuta masterlist needs filling my queen 🥹🥹🥹
headcanons for gachiakuta characters (romantic for the adults (18 and older) and platonic sibling relationship for the kids like riyo and rudo) for a reader who peppers their face in kisses after a mission well done
YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD AS ALWAYS AND IM SENDING YOU SO MUCH LOVE
⋆.𐙚 ̊ How they react after being peppered with kisses after a mission well done
Pairing : Enjin, Zanka, Tamsy, Gris, Rudo, Riyo x reader
Content : How Gachiakuta characters react to being littered with kisses after a job well done !
A/n: FIRST GACHIAKUTA REQUEST LETS GOO !! And ofc welcome anon 🩷🫰🏽
Enjin⸝⸝
The mission was successful, but with the lineup you had, you knew it would be. On the other hand, the drive back to headquarters was hell. The inconsistent speed and large bumps that made your head hit the roof of the car and woke everyone up, their once tired eyes looking like they had gotten at least nine hours of sleep. Thankfully, the ride was almost over as you pulled up to the long twisted street of headquarters.
There was a sigh of relief that fell from Enjin’s lips as he got out, the rest filing out after him. His blonde strands were a mess from his mask and the grueling combat he had engaged in. Your arm wrapped around his, pulling his tall figure down to your level.
One kiss pressed to his cheek.
another one pressed to his forehead.
And before he knew it, they were all over. His once tired demeanor seems to disappear once you place those small kisses against his face. The corners of his mouth tugging upward, that cocky smile that he usually wore.
“You did such a good job today," you said in between more kisses.
“All for me, huh? I bet I looked good doing it." He spoke, pressing a kiss to your own cheek, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.
"Don't push it, Enjin."
Tamsy⸝⸝
“Well done today, Tamsy." Your arm was slung over his shoulder as he leaned against the back of the couch and onto the plush decorative pillows. His eyes were shut, only opening them once you started speaking.
“Hm, you really think I did that good today?” His voice was lazy sounding, tired from expending his energy on such a grueling mission.
“Of course you did!”
There it was, a small kiss pressed to his temple.
Then his cheek.
Then his nose.
Until his face was covered with the warm feeling of your lips on his face, and yet he wasn't surprised. He didn't dare disturb you from expressing your love for him. Instead, he just let his eyes fall shut until you decided that enough was enough.
“All done?” He let out a small exhausted chuckle, breathing in deep in order to take in every little bit of your scent.
Zanka⸝⸝
“Oh wow, Zanka, you really outdid yourself out there today," you spoke, wrapping your arm around his, making a tangled mess of limbs.
His mind is already short-circuiting because of the compliment, his cheeks flushing that familiar shade of pink as he looked away, avoiding eye contact. Sure, you'd complimented him many times before, but just like with Enjin, he really appreciated the praise.
It was sudden and seemingly out of nowhere when he felt it. One small kiss to his face, then another one, until he was fully covered in the small pecks.
Initially, he seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside, oh, he was jumping for joy; his heart was pounding out of his chest from the close distance your face had been to his, eyes wide like he’d just seen a ghost, but he soaked up every moment of it.
“Hey! "Stop, this is embarrassing," he yelled at you, yet he still didn't move; he just stood there like an idiot.
Gris⸝⸝
Gris was never one to slack off; even if he was just a support, he gave it his all every mission, and that was what you loved most about him. Not only was the mission one of the more grueling ones, but it was also one that needed the most support, so who better to call than Gris, and boy did he crush it out there.
“Gris, you were so cool out there! You were like "Boom and Boom!” you quickly reenacted what he’d done hours before. He let out a small chuckle watching as your eye lit up, hands flying in every direction as you spoke.
It was quick, a small yet playful kiss on his nose; it caught him off guard. He wasn't expecting that, well, maybe he should've.
He wasn't used to being the center of such affection, so his brain moved slower than his body; all he could do was give off a boyish smile, rubbing the back of his neck as you placed more kisses all over him.
“Oh wow, thank you."
Rudo⸝⸝
“Aw, Rudo, you did so good out there today!” Your fingers found their way into his already messy hair, quickly ruffling it.
It wasn’t unusual to see Rudo doing good, but today there was something a little bit different about him. He was quicker on his feet, his moves becoming more fluid, and thinking about how he was before, you were more than proud of him.
"Look at you growing up on me." You leaned down, placing a small peck on his cheek.
Then another one.
And another one.
“Hey! Stop, you’re smothering me." He tried his best to push you away, his cheek flushing that familiar pink shade.
“Hey seriously! You’re getting me all dirty," he mumbled, finally giving up on getting you to stop littering his face with soft kisses, but to be fair, he didn’t mind. In fact, there was a sense of warmth, something that was all too familiar to him, or maybe not.
The feeling of being cared for.
Riyo⸝⸝
It was another rough mission taking down a nasty trash beast. Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks were lightly dusted with the dirt from the battle.
“Good job out there. Riyo!” You leaped into her arms, making her stumble back, before she let out a small giggle.
“Hey, I'm all dirty!” She wraps her arms around you before drawing up another laugh.
"You're amazing!” You placed wild pecks around her face, ignoring the dirt that littered her face.
"Grossss," she yelled out as she tried to wiggle away, but you could see the smile was forming on her face. To you, she was like the chaotic younger sister. It didn't take long for her to fight back, tackling you down to the ground, making a mess of your hair, and rubbing the dirt all over you.
summary: neteyam knows that with courting you, it means gaining your mother's favor as well.
tags: sfw , fluffy fluff fluff , comfort
a/n: this is based off one of my fav movies, if beale street could talk!
theme: agape
The day I realized Neteyam was in love with me, was strange.
It was the day he gave mama that shell.
It was just late afternoon, the sun bleeding the sky a dark orange and light yellow. Below the ocean water shimmered like stars fell into the water, but refused to die out.
He was at the very entrance of your marui, just handing off a mysterious object that was wrapped in a soft cloth to your mother, who you were standing behind.
He held it out to my mother with both hands, palms up. The gesture of offering something precious without expectation.
My mother, the village's sweetest woman, carefully took it in her hands, undoing the cloth with a certain slowness that maybe if she dragged it out, the moment could be captured in her mind.
I hovered just behind her right shoulder, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her back, my own heart thudding so loud I was sure the she could hear it.
Neteyam dipped his head in quiet respect, ears tilting slightly forward. Once the package had left his hands, he immediately turned all his attention towards you.
Each corner peeled back like the turning of a sacred page. Maybe she sensed how fragile and enormous it was. Layer by layer fell away until what was revealed was a shell.
Not just any shell. Her favourite shell. A nautilus spiral larger than my fist. Its outer curve a deep, indigo that deepened to midnight at the base and softened to rose at the flared lip.
No blade had marred it. The ocean had sculpted it over centuries, tumbling it in currents until every ridge was silk-smooth, every curve an ode to patience. You bet if you pressed it to your ear, you would hear not just the roar of waves, but the pulse of Eywa herself breathing through the deep.
My mama's breath caught. A tiny, almost inaudible sound. Her thumb traced the spiral once, twice, following its perfect fibonacci turn as though reading a secret message hidden in the ridges. She truly looked at it, flipped back once, twice, you lost count after she kept tracing patterns with her eyes down the captivating spiral.
Neteyam's gaze softened into something so tender it hurt to look at. Golden irises ringed with the faint glow of something you couldn't quite pinpoint yourself.
My fingers flexed at my sides, aching to reach, but I stayed rooted, pinned by the enormity of what he'd just done. This wasn't courtship games anymore.
Not just a silly crush you would tell your friends about. Not some feeling that would go away with time. No. This was declaration. This was family. This was forever woven into a single, perfect shell.
I helped Neteyam climb the back of an ilu for the fifth time he'd been thrown off, in a time that seemed so long ago.
Neteyam loved me too much, and that meant that there had never been any occasion for shame between us.
He remembered every small thing I had ever said in passing. The way I once mentioned that my mother had spent her whole girlhood collecting nautilus shells. I had told him that story ages ago, when we were still just two awkward teenagers trying to figure out how a forest boy could move like water people. I hadn't thought he was listening that closely. But he had been. He always was.
It wasn't just memory. It was proof he'd been collecting pieces of my world long before he ever asked to hold my heart.
My throat tightened until breathing hurt. I wanted to cry, but there was no reason to feel sad. My mother's gaze lifted from the shell to him, then to me.
That's when I really felt it. It was recognition.
And then, without a word, my mother smiled. This was the smile she saved for me when I was very small and had just done something brave, something that made her proud beyond measure.
in which: meeting minho’s cats feels like a bigger deal than it should be—especially when they’re quietly known to be picky. you expect judgment, distance… maybe even rejection. instead, one by one, they gravitate toward you—curling up beside you, leaning into your touch, choosing you without hesitation. minho doesn’t make a big deal out of it, of course. just a small smirk and a quiet comment about “good taste.” but the way he watches you—like something just clicked into place—says more than he ever will.
tags & an: special feats. of soonie, doongie, & dori · non idol au · cat dad minho · fluff yes i love fluff · gn reader (you pronouns used)
You don’t usually get nervous like this.
Not over something small.
Not over something that, realistically, shouldn’t matter as much as it suddenly does.
But as you stand outside Minho’s apartment door, hands tucked into your sleeves, shifting your weight from one foot to the other—you feel it.
That quiet, persistent kind of nervous.
The kind that doesn’t go away just because you tell yourself it’s stupid.
Because it’s not really about the cats.
It’s about what they mean.
You stare at the door for a second longer than necessary before lifting your hand and knocking.
There’s a pause.
A soft thud from inside. Then another.
A faint, unmistakable meow.
Your stomach flips.
The door opens.
Minho stands there, one hand still on the handle, the other loosely holding his phone. His expression is as unreadable as ever—calm, slightly unimpressed, like he’s been expecting you but doesn’t feel the need to show it.
“You’re early,” he says.
You blink. “By, like… two minutes.”
“Still early.”
You huff softly. “Do you want me to leave and come back?”
“No.” He steps aside, pulling the door open wider. “Come in.”
You hesitate for half a second.
Then step inside.
The first thing you notice is how quiet it is.
Not empty—just calm. The kind of quiet that feels lived in. Comfortable.
The second thing you notice—
Is that you’re being watched.
You freeze.
Minho closes the door behind you like nothing’s wrong.
“Shoes,” he says, gesturing lazily toward the side.
You don’t move.
“…Minho.”
“Hm.”
“…They’re staring at me.”
“I know.”
You slowly turn your head.
Three pairs of eyes stare back at you from various spots in the room.
One (Doongie) perched on the back of the couch. One (Dori) stretched out on the floor like it owns the place. One (Soonie) sitting upright like it’s judging your entire existence.
Your throat goes dry.
“…They don’t like me.”
Minho snorts.
“They’ve known you for three seconds.”
“That’s enough.”
“They’re cats, not critics.”
You glance at him.
“They look like critics.”
He shrugs. “Then impress them.”
You stare at him.
“…You’re not helping.”
“I’m not supposed to,” he replies easily, already walking further into the apartment.
You stand there for another second, debating your life choices.
Then, slowly, you slip your shoes off and step further in.
The cats do not look away.
“Do I just… ignore them?” you ask quietly, like they might understand you.
“Yeah.”
“…What if they attack me?”
“They won’t.”
“You sound very confident.”
“I am.”
You glance at him, narrowing your eyes slightly.
“…If I die, it’s your fault.”
Minho hums. “Noted.”
You take another cautious step forward.
Nothing happens.
Another.
Still nothing.
You exhale slowly, trying to relax your shoulders.
Okay.
Okay, maybe this is fine.
Maybe you’re overthinking it.
You glance toward the couch—
—and Doognie perched there jumps down.
Directly toward you.
You freeze.
“Minho—”
“It’s fine.”
Doognie lands gracefully, then walks straight up to you without hesitation.
You don’t breathe.
He circles your legs once.
Twice.
Then—
Rubs against you.
You blink.
“…Oh.”
Minho leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching.
“See?” he says.
You look down, still unsure.
“…What do I do?”
“Nothing.”
“That feels wrong.”
“Then pet him.”
“Okay.”
You slowly crouch down, hand hovering uncertainly for a second before gently resting it on Doongie’s back.
He immediately leans into your touch.
Your entire expression softens.
“…Oh.”
Again.
This time, quieter.
Warmer.
Minho watches the shift happen in real time.
The way your shoulders drop. The way your movements become less hesitant, more natural.
The way your nervousness melts into something softer.
“Traitor,” he mutters under his breath—to Doongie.
You glance up. “What?”
“Nothing.”
It doesn’t take long.
Dori approaches next—slower, more deliberate. Like he’s evaluating you.
You sit cross-legged on the floor now, fully committed, hand still resting on Doongie as you watch Dori carefully.
“Hi,” you say softly.
Minho watches you like you’re the strange one.
Dori sniffs your hand.
You stay still.
Then—
He settles beside you.
Close.
Not touching.
But close enough.
Your lips part slightly in surprise.
“…Minho.”
“Hm.”
“They’re—”
“I know.”
“They don’t hate me.”
“I told you.”
You look up at him, eyes a little brighter now.
He notices.
Of course he does.
“…They like you,” he adds.
There’s something in his tone this time. Something quieter.
More certain.
Soonie takes the longest.
He stays at a distance, watching from across the room, tail flicking lazily.
You notice it.
Of course you do.
“…That one definitely hates me.”
Minho follows your gaze.
“Nah.”
“He hasn’t moved.”
“He’s thinking.”
“About what?”
“If you’re worth it.”
You gasp softly. “That’s so mean.”
He shrugs.
You look back at Soonie, then down at the two already settled near you.
“…Okay, well, I have two out of three,” you mumble. “That’s not bad.”
Minho hums.
“Give it a minute.”
You don’t realize how much time passes.
Somewhere along the way, you stop thinking about it.
Stop worrying.
You’re just… there.
Sitting on Minho’s floor, gently petting Doongie while Dori leans into your side like he belongs there.
You laugh quietly when one of them shifts closer, nudging your hand for more attention.
“Okay, okay,” you murmur. “I get it.”
Minho watches from where he stands.
Something about the scene settles into him in a way he doesn’t expect.
The way you fit.
Not just physically.
But… naturally.
Like you’re not out of place here.
Like you belong in the space he’s built.
Soonie moves.
You don’t notice at first.
Too focused on Doongie half-curled in your lap.
Minho does, though.
He watches as Soonie approaches slowly, quietly, until he’s right behind you.
Then—
Soonie hops up beside you.
You feel the shift.
Turn your head.
And freeze.
“…Minho.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Hm.”
“…He’s here.”
“I can see that.”
You blink at Soonie now sitting next to you like it’s been there the whole time.
“…I didn’t do anything.”
“Exactly.”
“That’s all it took?”
“Yeah.”
You stare at it for a second longer.
Then, cautiously, reach out.
Soonie doesn’t pull away.
Instead—
He leans into your hand.
Your entire face lights up.
“Minho.”
“What.”
“They all like me.”
There’s something almost disbelieving in your voice.
Like you didn’t expect this outcome.
Like you were bracing for something else entirely.
Minho pushes himself off the wall, stepping closer.
He looks down at you.
At the cats.
At the way you’re smiling without even realizing it.
Then he smirks slightly.
“Told you,” he says.
You look up at him.
“I thought you were just saying that.”
“I wasn’t.”
You glance back at the cats, then up at him again.
“…What does this mean?”
Minho tilts his head slightly, like the answer is obvious.
“It means they have good taste.”
You blink.
“…That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
You narrow your eyes. “That feels like it means more than that.”
He shrugs.
“Maybe.”
You stare at him, trying to read him.
He lets you.
Doesn’t rush.
Doesn’t explain.
Just stands there, calm as ever.
But his gaze softens—just slightly.
Enough that you notice.
“…You’re annoying,” you mumble.
“You’re still here,” he replies.
“Yeah,” you admit.
There’s a pause.
Then, softer—
“…Can I stay a little longer?”
Minho doesn’t hesitate.
“Yeah.”
Simple.
Like always.
You nod, settling back into your spot on the floor, surrounded by cats that now seem to think you belong there.
