I need more of batfam sibling dynamics because I just know they all gang up and fatshame Jason and im not saying that because my older brother is a big guy and has a similar build and my sister and I go to town on giving him a complex
Tim: a moment on the hips forever on the- fuck, i messed up the quote. Anyways, you're fat.
Jason, with a middle finger already up: id say kill yourself but your shitty immune system already tries to everyday
Bruce, sobbing because how could they be so mean to each other but hes an only child he just doesnt get it:
Dick, passing him on patrol: god you take up the entire skyline go on a diet
Tim: jay? You busy?
Jason: probably but that wont stop you
Tim, tears in his eyes: you know I dont mean it right? When I bodyshame you? I love you
Jason, nodding because this happens at least once a month: i know timbo
Damian: I dont understand why they call you fat, but if you are and I dont see it then I hear the keto diets effective
Jason: ill give you 10 bucks if you pretend like ive gone on a diet and youre concerned, I want to see Dick cry. That fucker hit me on the head when he ran past me on patrol
I might delete this later, if I decide I don’t like it 😬
Thank you @uconnwbbloversworld1 for helping me with a title
in which you go on a date with the future Olo’eyktan instead of your younger sister determined to give him the biggest ick possible (Spoiler Alert: your plan horribly backfires)
F!Omatikaya reader x Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan
Chapter 2:
Tonight you had your date with Neteyam, earlier Yuna'te and Kiri had been fussing over your hair and outfit. They took out your braids, leaving your hair in soft curls that reached your waist. But when it came to your outfit a whole argument broke out.
"I am NOT wearing that Yuna'te," you said, lips curled in disgust at the top she dangled in front of you.
"Why not?" she pouted, "it's cute."
"It is too revealing you're acting as if we are mating before Eywa!"
"Who knows you might..." Kiri muttered, you turned to glare at her sharply, "isn't that the point though? If it is too revealing you will come off as strong and that will put him off surely."
You sighed contemplating, it was a bit out of your comfort zone but if it was going to do the job who were you to refuse?
Even Anuk contributed, putting his favourite little beads in your hair and giving you a bracelet which he made in school that day. Amidst, all the excitement you were feeling a queasy, it was your first date after all, albeit a fake one. Kiri, as if she sensed your anxiety, held your hands gently.
"Hey, it's just my brother he won't bite if it were Lo'ak I would be worried but this is Neteyam, he's responsible besides if he messes up just tell me okay?" she said, giving you a soft smile.
You nodded.
You sat on a rock near the lake where the two of you were scheduled to meet, the water glistened in the moonlight ripples forming as you dipped your fingers in whilst letting out a deep sigh. You thought back to the advice Kiri and Yuna'te gave you.
"Be rude, aggressive even, that will surely scare him off."
Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice.
"Yuna'te?"
You turned to face the figure behind you, eyes widening in shock.
You knew that he was attractive based on your observations from afar, many girls would fawn over him and you never fully understood why, but now you did. The Na'vi standing in front of you was too pretty up close. His hair was in neat braids which reached his well-toned shoulders, stripes mapped his neck down his stomach which was littered with scars from battle. Luminescent freckles scattered along his cheeks and upwards to the curve of his eyes, flickering with a warm shade of gold. You watched his long lashes flutter, his lips forming into a frown.
You realised you had been staring. You cleared your throat flicking your tail on his calf, which earned a surprised jilt from him.
"You are late," you said monotonously. He wasn't actually late, he was 30 minutes early like Kiri had predicted but you came earlier to make him look bad.
"I apologise I was caught up with-"
"I do not want to hear your lame excuses," you interrupted, turning away from him flicking his leg again with your tail, "Come."
You walked further into the forest, sensing he wasn't following you, you paused letting out a relieved sigh.
Well that was easy.
Before you could celebrate, you heard steady footsteps approach you.
You let out a hiss flicking his leg impatiently with your tail, "You are too slow," you walked further not even bothering to hear his response.
The both of you approached a clearing, where your ikran, Nil'ah, was waiting patiently. You nuzzled her face, patting her neck.
"Hello paskalin," you cooed, "I am sorry for making you wait."
You climbed up sitting on her back, before noticing that the Na'vi behind you was just standing there awkwardly.
"Where is your ikran?" you snapped.
It made sense that Neteyam didn't bring his ikran, you hadn't given any indication that were flying today beforehand. But you of course, just wanted another excuse to try his patience.
His mouth opened as he stared at you with flushed cheeks, attempting to form a response but you interjected, "Forget it, just get on."
He hesitantly got behind you, his earthy scent immediately entering your senses. He smelled too good, you were suddenly hyper aware of how close he was behind you, his breath ghosting your bare shoulders and his front pressing lightly against your back.
Oh Ewya help me.
You grabbed his hands placing them on your waist, ignoring the feeling that they belonged there.
"Hold on tight, it would be a shame if you fell to your death," you sneered, however you couldn't prevent the softness from creeping into your tone. You shook your head. You needed to make this the worst date possible.
Your ikran did flips, dives and loops in the night sky, as you encouraged her to fly as fast as possible. Any normal Na'vi would be sick by now. Keyword: normal.
When you briefly looked back at Neteyam he had a bright smile plastered on his face as he gripped your waist tighter. He had the nerve to look happy.
You tched, patting Nil'ah's neck whispering soothingly in her ear, "it's okay, go slow."
After a few minutes of flying slowly, admiring the stars which were dispersed across the night sky, Neteyam finally spoke up.
"When we were younger, me and Lo'ak used to sneak out in the night and go flying," he whispered, "He would always want to race and somehow we would get into some accident. I took the blame of course, like I usually do." You noticed the exhaustion in his tone as he said the last bit.
You tried to look disinterested, tried ignoring him but you couldn't help but feel empathy towards him, you knew how tiring looking after your siblings is, it's the whole reason why you were here.
So you let him ramble about his siblings for a while.
"I'm sorry that I made you wait, I had to deal with Lo'ak's mess before coming here he-"
"It's fine," you said curtly, ignoring the heat that crept onto your cheeks after hearing his soft, gentle tone. He was too nice, you almost felt bad for being rude to him earlier.
A few minutes of awkward silence passed between you both.
"Let's go eat something, I bet I can hunt better than you," you challenged, giving him a smug look.
"Oh really sevin?" he smirked, your brain short circuited at the nickname but shook your head quickly, telling Nil'ah to land.
You remembered your conversation with your younger sister and best friend earlier.
"You have to make sure you mess up when hunting," Yuna'te said.
"Why?" you replied, almost feeling insulted at the idea of making yourself look bad in one of your best talents.
"Because you need to look incompetent," Kiri chimed, "Neteyam hates arrogance, you need to act like you're one of the best hunters he has ever seen then screw up when the time comes."
"But I am one of the best hunters," you grumbled.
"Come on tsmuke," your sister giggled, "at least you won't have to lay a finger once it happens, he will do the work for you."
You sighed, your mind back to the present. You slouched your shoulders and loosened your grip on your bow as you aimed, internally cringing at how awful your form was. You didn't even notice Neteyam come up behind you his hands brushing against your shoulders gently.
"You're doing it wrong," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.
He slowly corrected your form, angling your muscles and stance towards your target and you couldn't help but feel flustered at how intimate this all felt.
You shook your head, letting the arrow go on purpose, missing.
You turned around to face him hissing, "You made me miss."
He didn't obviously.
He looked at you, surprised at your sudden outburst, "I-"
"Forget it," you snapped, "Since you are such a great hunter, go hunt yourself and get us food,"
You shoved your bow in his hands and stormed off, internally cringing at your actions, but it was necessary. Surely, his patience would snap by now.
It didn't.
He came back later with some fresh meat and presented it to you with an almost shy look.
"I thought you would like this," he murmured timidly.
You examined the meat, it was a clean cut, perfect, but you couldn't tell him that. Instead you gave him a side glance.
"It is good enough, now go cook it," you demanded.
He didn't even look surprised at this point, as if already used to your behaviour.
As he prepared the food you couldn't help but admire the muscles contouring his back.
Oh Ewya help my dirty mind you thought quickly wiping the drool of your mouth, as he turned to face you with a sheepish smile handing you some food.
You gobbled it down, making sure to look like an absolute slob. Yuna'te said guys hate it when girls eat too much.
He frowned as you finished your food in a matter of seconds.
You smirked internally, thinking that he had had enough of you by now.
But all he did was reach out and wipe some crumbs off the corner of your mouth.
"You should eat slowly, or else you may get sick," he advised.
He was too nice, if you were here without any ulterior motive you may have just fallen in love, but unfortunately you weren't. Him, this date, the entire possibility of being his mate, was a problem for both your sister and you.
You scowled slapping his hand off, "Do not tell me what to do."
He sighed, as if he anticipated your reaction and stood up.
"I think we are done here," he reached his hand out to yours, "I will walk you home."
You snarled slapping his hand away again, "I can walk by myself, I do not need your help."
Before he could say anything you got up, flicking his leg with your tail in annoyance and strode off.
"And that's it?" Yuna'te asked in confusion. You, Kiri and her had been sitting in your room where you told the two of them how your date went.
"Yes," you sighed, "I feel really mean, he was too nice Kiri you should've warned me otherwise I wouldn't have such a guilty conscience."
Kiri raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps, but it wouldn't have made much of a difference. Besides, like I said he has to go on one date with every one of his potentials from the list Grandmother made he's probably forgotten by now."
Your mother burst into the room, looking at Yuna'te with a proud smile.
Everyone says katniss was the spark for the rebellion, no prim was the spark. Katniss was the unstable teenager holding a gallon of gasoline with nothing to lose to save her sister
nanami with reader whose had to be her own supporter, parent, sibling and best friend all in one.
you don’t even question it, it’s a second nature at this point; driving your little brothers to their practices when your parent couldn’t, carrying the quiet burden of trying to help your mom, sitting through an argument with your sister who you know should be handling it herself but you can’t help it; there’s a part of you that needs to be there for them.
nanami doesn’t think you even understand the word boundaries when it comes to yourself- always giving, even in friendships where you know they clearly don’t value your time the same way as you. it always ticked the man off, being someone of orderly fashion and who analysed people the same way he would the broad spreadsheets on his screen everyday, it was a blessing and a curse to be able to read people so clearly. he just didn’t understand why you couldn’t do the same - if the edges blurred when you saw it from a different perspective, or if you were choosing to be ignorant.
it’s not until you move in with nanami you realise.
“Yeah, I can try and squeeze in time to pick him up, but are you sure you can’t— No, no I get you’re busy but I’ve also got to pick up my package halfway across town-” you’re speaking into the phone with your mother, phone wedged between your cheek and shoulder, blowing a strand of your hair out your face as you scrub the dish in front of you, frowning as she explains how she can’t pick up your brother again for the third time this week. You’re slightly irritated, the clothes on your body feeling too tight, soap suds on your forearms, and the deadline for your work is creeping slowly and you hadn’t even started it yet—
“Sweetheart, I’m home.” A quick, swift shut of the door brings your attention to the tall blond by the doorframe and you’re about to apologise for leaving the room a little messy, but your gaze falls on the pink package tucked in his arms.
Your package.
He doesn’t say anything, effortlessly hanging his grey coat up and sliding his shoes off, cool honey eyes studying you. You’re still blinking in surprise when he’s managed to get you sat on the couch, knees scooted up as your mother’s voice droned on through the line.
You didn’t even tell him you had a package, you think, staring at the broad expanse of Kento’s back, the muscles shifting under the blue material of his work shirt as he washed the dishes.
And it didn’t even stop at that. You’ll catch yourself attempting to complain but there it is - the keys you needed on the desk he settles down with a curt nod, a sweet kiss to your cheek before he leaves for work. The laundry pile growing in the corner of the room? Done and folded by the next day. Your friend group were acting strange? It’s fine, he’ll draft up a message for you to send. One night you’re sighing over the deadline and there’s a mug of tea in your hand, large hands massaging your shoulders. You ease into it so comfortably. It’s like you’ve forgotten how it feels to be taken care of.
“Shoot— Sorry, Ken, I was gonna make dinner for us— Oh.” Your shoulders slump, the weariness and fatigue from work leaving a little when he enters the door again with a bouquet of roses in his hand, and a takeaway bag in the other.
How? How the hell does he just know?
“It’s alright, honey. Here you go, I bought these from the new florist in town. Thought you’d like them.” The sweet, deep tone of his voice fills the room, and you feel it sink and sweep into your veins, a weight lifted off. A light pink dusts your cheeks when you take the bouquet in your hands, and when you’re looking up at him, studying the subtle quirk of his lips, it’s like you’re seeing him for the first time.
For the first time in months you feel shy around your boyfriend.
“How the hell do you even have time for a relationship nowadays? I swear I come off my shift and I get annoyed if my man breathes near me,” Your friend is scoffing with an eye roll and she sips from the matcha on the table. You usually agree, reply with a quick quip of ‘Yeah, men suck’, but you’re just smiling a little to yourself, shrugging, a newfound glow to your face that she catches. It only amplifies when you stare at the text message he sends you.
Kento 🩷 : Hope you’re having fun, sweetheart. Just letting you know I’m picking up Ethan for his game, don’t stress about it. I love you.
“Oh, you’re so whipped,” she laughs at you, leaning back in the sun chair and you don’t even care, a grin growing over your face as you hunch over the screen, typing away with the manicured nails he paid for.
With his efforts and the small kisses he drops everyday, you manage to multitask working and your deadline in time. You find it in yourself to cook him a dinner, wear something pretty and wait patiently till he comes home but the next thing you know you’re having a screaming match with your mom on the other end of your iPhone.
Nanami’s day at work goes by smoothly. Being a salesman had honestly become the worst part of his day but it was manageable. It got a bit easier as he sipped his cup of coffee at his desk, every now and then glancing to the lock screen of you both. It gets easier when he hears your voice through the panicked, rush voice note you send throughout the day. He imagines your smile and eyes during certain parts and works just a little harder.
It gets a lot easier when he steps out his car and unlocks the apartment door. Except you’re not standing by the fridge, or laid out on the couch. There’s two plates of smoked salmon and hors d’œuvres surrounding the ceramic plates, a bottle of wine unopened.
It didn’t feel easy though when he pushes the bedroom door open, a frown bracing his features as you, his dear sweet girlfriend, perched on the end of the bed, hastily wiping your tears. His heart lurches, eyes dropping from the iPhone to the little milkmaid dress on your hunched over form.
“Oh, Ken — ‘m so sorry, I just—“
“Enough.”
Your wide eyes peer up at the blond man who shifts down beside you, kneeling, dark brows lowered over sharp honey, holding a deep affection. You sniffle, cheek hot under his cool fingertips that wipe away the tears. You can’t help but wonder why he was so insistent on being with you, someone so easily distracted by everyone else around her, someone who couldn’t even do something nice back—
“I’m sick of seeing you being pushed around. Do you understand what I mean, my love?”
You shake your head but he raises a brow and you shuffle before nodding. The subtle hints of his cologne intrude your space and you melt when he sighs, his large hand framing your face.
“What happened? Did you argue again?”
“Yeah— I just, I’m so sick of it, Ken. It’s like I’ve got to do everything, and I know I can do it but they— they don’t care. They don’t care.”
“I care. I see what you do. For everyone.”
You don’t realise you’re still crying until he presses a kiss to one of your tears.
“And that is more than enough. You can’t push yourself too much. You have a limit. And honestly, Im getting a little tired myself watching you do everything.”
“You don’t have to.. You’re just saying that because you have to.” You mumble, lashes dark and slick with tears. Nanami hums.
“Have to what? Support you? Love you? Please, sweetheart. It’s my job.”
“Ken—“
“Take a few days off work. We’ll just relax together, yes? What do you call it — bedrotting? You need to put this all behind.” The warmth of his voice bleeds into your veins again and you nod slowly, subconsciously leaning into his touch when he strokes his thumb against your cheek.
“I love you. Im sorry I’m a mess.”
Nanami chuckles, and there’s no malice behind it, light and warm, encasing you in its briefness.
“I just want you to understand I’m here. Okay?”
Teary eyes meet oak brown, resilient and deep. And you got it. It hits you. You understand you didn’t have to do it all on your own.
