When Neteyam Has A Crush On You

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⭒ a headcanon ⭒

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ⓘ how he would act around you

I feel like he would always have an eye on you, making sure you’re safe and he’s always on your side to protect you. ‘just in case’

he’s kind of shy, if he’s really interested in you. but lemme tell you this boy is a show off! like, flexing his muscles and telling you how he would only need one arrow to knock someone/something out, typa guy.

100% laughs and smiles about everything you say or do.

I feel like he can’t take compliments from you, he would always deny it.

to be honest he would make it pretty obvious to everyone, including you, that he likes you and would also scare everyone else off.

he would definitely show you like some cool tricks on the ikran or the ilu, like i mentioned before he’s a show off. he’s also kind of giving me teacher vibes.. like trying to help you learn new things and being so patient with you.

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ⓘ how he would treat you

he would definitely be the kind of man who always places a hand onto your lower back, or pulling you close by the waist.

lots of really tight and comforting hugs, I am telling you all this man gives the best hugs!!!

there’s probably not a thing he wouldn’t do for you. you want new clothes? he will make them himself, making sure they look so pretty on you. you want a new knife? he will literally carve you one, made out of diamonds. y’all this man is the kind of person to buy you a star and name it after you.

would always defend you, no matter what. you’re right and everyone else is wrong.

giving you the princess treatment you deserve.

feel like his love language would be either quality time or gift giving.

I guess he would always have you rather talk and he just listens and admires you.

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ⓘ names he would call you

BABY

my y/n

honestly he would put my in front of every name he calls you

beautiful

precious

dear

love

good-looking

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ⓘ how he would ask you out

I feel like he would be very honest about what he wants and what he doesn’t. he would be so quick to talk about kids and the future he imagines with you.

he would literally tell you about everything he could give to you and how your life would look like, when dating him.

still he would be using advice from his father, using some cheeky ass pick up line or something like sweeping a hair strand out of your face.

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ⓘ what dates he would take you on

i feel like he would plan out a whole day, maybe even up to a week.

the conversations would be the best part!!

would 10/10 take you on hunting ‘dates’

would say he’s not the most creative person when it comes to dates. yk in the real world he would be a going out to eat or watching a movie kind of guy.

he would consider, spending time with his family, a date

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authors note: I kept it pretty short, just wanna try out a bunch of things! If it’s something you guys like, I would consider making longer versions as well!

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Neteyam and Lo'ak with a human reader who likes to cuddle with them and listen to them purr?

The headcanon that the Na'vi purr makes me so giddy.

Pairing: Neteyam, Lo'ak x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, tail shenanigans, purring

A/N: Any character that purrs? Mine.

NETEYAM

He loves cuddles with you, one of his favorite ways of getting rest

It's not uncommon for him to fall asleep with you in his arms

Really likes stargazing with you while cuddling, so he takes you flying and on the highest trees or a cliff where you can see the sky really well

Of course he brings something to wrap you up with so you're not cold

Or he can just hold you close to him and keep you warm, which ever you want

Doesn't mind cuddling with you when you're in a group either, he likes being openly affectionate

When he's really relaxed he does purr, very loudly too, which only invites you to get closer

You like hearing him purr, it lets you know just how relaxed he is with you and how much he trusts you given that he never once stopped himself from doing so in your company, except that first time

But after that he knows that you find it cute so he has no reason to stop if it's something that makes you smile

Besides it's a natural response of his, you're gonna be hearing a lot more of that as the years go by so might as well get used to it now

LO'AK

The first time he purred was when he woke up all groggy and you kissed his cheek

He let out the deep, rumbling noise without ever realizing he did and tried to deny it hard

You've noticed that most of the time he does this in his sleep rather then when he's awake

Has done it while awake too, when you're laying on his chest after a long day, his arm around your shoulder, tail draped over your back and you nuzzling into him, he will purr then

Or if you hold on to him while you're flying together you will feel him purr since your hands are close to his chest

A sure way to get him to purr is to touch his tail, or rather the base of it

If you just touch it gently while cuddling or hugging he will let out the cutest noise you've ever heard and you just see him melt at the touch

That is a weakness of his that only you can know, no one else

Pretty sure that he's seen you giggling about it before but he chooses not to say anything

There's a part of him that really likes doing that for you as it gets you to snuggle in closer, which is always a bonus for him, therefore he can live with you knowing he has a weak spot

white bandages (the process of healing) | simon "ghost" riley

part 2 to this fic. I will very likely have a part 3 to wrap things up. —tags: tw blood, ghost + therapy, mild angst, fluff too —running out of pictures to use of this man so this is an edit by @ave661

Fluorescent light falls over an unmasked face. It highlights every ridge of every scar, his shorn stubble, his pale skin. When was the last time Simon Riley took a good look in the mirror? He can't remember— there are many things he works hard to avoid, and his own name is scribbled at the top of the list.

That first night without you, he finds himself in front of the mirror and half expects to see a ghost staring back at him. A corpse, maybe.

But, instead, he sees a man who lives and breathes. A man whose need for sleep is evident in the grey blotches under his eyes. A man whose eyes are anything but empty.

I feel nothing.

No—a ghost feels nothing. A ghost would've been able to forget how you looked at him, your eyes wide with the same fear he used to stare at his old man in. But Simon is not a ghost, and he remembers the fresh images with a pain that starts in his ribs and works its way to the pit of his stomach. Burning. It is a pain so unfamiliar that he doesn't know what to do with it—

—so he seeks a pain that he does know.

Pain that bursts in his hand the moment it meets the mirror. Pain accompanied by the splintering of glass as he hits the mirror over and over, and not once does he make a sound or cry or anything of the sort. He just breathes heavily and, once the mirror is not much of a mirror anymore, he looks at his hand and sees the bits of glass and the blood, and - fucking hell - it does nothing to mask what he feels in his chest.

"Jesus Christ."

He sighs.

His breathing slowly begins to settle.

And then he gets out the medical kit he keeps in the cabinet, sits with it on his bed, and carefully picks out the glass from his hand.

He knows how to take care of this wound. Knows exactly what to do to fix it.

But there are some things Ghost— Simon— doesn't know how to fix; wounds that are far too deep for him to reach. And as he wraps his hand up with some gauze, he remembers what you'd said to him earlier that day, so damn caring and gentle, even in your desire to get away from him:

I think you need help. You deserve it, Simon.

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You loved the snow.

One time, you made Simon build a snowman with you. Well— it was more like you building the snowman while he watched and critiqued it. Your snowman looks like he's seen some rough shit, pet. Jesus, where is his smile? You had pouted through your laughter, nudging his shoulder. You can't judge him for not smiling, Si. Just like I don't judge you for it.

Of course, you ended up with a handful of snow in your hair for that one.

Quite the mouth on you today, huh?

And then he was rolling his eyes and lifting up his mask to kiss you as your hands combed out the ice from your hair, and you swore you felt him smiling against your lips— but you could never know for sure.

You loved that snowy day with him.

But now—

Now you're not sure if you're so happy about the snow you wake up to.

It's been a week of space. Work has been your main distraction, and you know you need to get the fallen snow off your windshield before you can make it there today.

But when you walk out into the white morning with a coat slipped over your pajamas, you find that your car is already being cleared off by a familiar silhouette with broad shoulders and a black, winter coat.

The cold squeezes your chest. Your heartbeat is swallowed up.

Seven days ago, you had begged him for space. Seven days ago, you left his place with defeat thick in your veins.

Today, you're not sure what you feel as you simply stand there for a moment. Your cheeks bitten to pink by the air and your arms crossed over your body. You watch him draw the brush over the hood, so easily, with one hand stuffed in his pocket, but then his eyes are drifting up— up until they land on where you stand a few meters away, and your fingertips dig into the palms of your hands.

He's the first one to speak. A man of few words who leans the brush against your car and utters a simple:

"Hey."

"Hey," you clear your throat, "Um, why are you doing this?”

He takes a step closer to you, but only one. A tentative step that keeps a good gap between your bodies, where faint flakes of snow fill the space.

“I know we are havin’ space right now," he murmurs. Gentle, murky eyes hold your stare. He slips the hidden hand out from his pocket, only for a short moment, to brush off the snow from his other hand, and you spot the flash of white bandages before it disappears into his coat again.

"But I also know you're workin' today so I thought I'd just... make your morning easier.”

"Thanks," your eyes drift to the ground. "But I don't know— I'm not sure if I'm ready..."

"S'okay," he says, gruff yet incredibly careful, a tiptoe over what lays damaged. "I'm not askin' anything of you, alright?"

“Alright,” you say quietly before your eyes drift to his pocket. “What happened to your hand?”

You’re not sure why you are asking him, and you doubt if the truth will even leave his lips. Wounds— over a year with him, and you’d witnessed plenty. Wounds that you only ever found out about when your fingers would graze under his shirt as he fucked you, and you’d carefully ask what happened as you both lay there breathless. Nothin’ worth telling you about, was his usual answer.

But today, with a peppering of snow on his mask and a sigh pooling from his breath, he tells you earnestly, “Broke my bloody mirror, is what happened.”

“What?”

“Look— it’s not important, yeah? There’s somethin’ else… somethin' else I wanted to tell you before you go to work, and I don’t expect anythin’ from you, but I just thought I should tell you.”

“I— okay,” you blink rapidly, still hung up on the mirror part. But you nod your head and shift your weight from foot to foot, willing yourself to listen to what he wants to tell you because maybe your heart is beginning to thump firm, expectant beats against your ribs, and maybe there are flakes of hope peppering the defeat in your chest, just like the snow that dusts Simon’s shoulders.

But what Simon has to tell you feels like pebbles in his mouth. He’s not good with words; his failure with them seven days ago is a testament to that. These pebbles sit behind his teeth for a lingering moment, before he finds the strength to push them out between the cracks.

(Perhaps, it’s all your patience and care for even the darkest parts of him that has finally given him this strength.)

“I talked to someone yesterday,” he tells you.

He exhales immediately.

You’re not sure if you’ve heard him correctly at first - there is no way? - but the words hang in the cold air as he stares at you with lowered brows, studying the expression on your face, and your lips part open like a bloody koi fish because this is not at all what you expected him to say.

“Really?” you finally breathe, a lilt of relief catching at the end. “You did?”

“Get it free through the military,” he mumbles with a nod, clearing his throat. “Thought a lot about what you said, yeah?”

Numbly, you sputter again, “You did?” But then you shake your head and rub your arms, “Sorry, I mean— that’s so good to hear, Simon. That’s just… How was it?”

“Bloody difficult,” he admits in a mumble, and only you, the person closest to him these days, are able to detect the minor tremor in his voice. “But - fuck - I’m gonna keep doin’ it.”

“Maybe it’ll get easier,” you tell him, drawing an arm over your eyes.

“Yeah.”

“I’m… really proud of you.”

You’re not even fully aware of your crying— no, you’re too focused on the sudden warmth that floods your chest because it is now you realize that if there is no worse feeling than watching someone you care for refuse to help themselves, then there is also no better feeling than hearing that help is something they are finally seeking.

And you care about Simon.

You have for so long, even when the agreement was just sex. Even when you'd flinched away. Even when you spent a week distracting yourself from thoughts of him.

This agreement you shared had turned into care. And you care, you care, you care. You care so much that you forget about the space you'd begged him for in this moment that you rush over to him, closing the cold and hesitant gap as your arms wrap around his neck and your forehead presses into his coat.

But the body against you is stiff and unmoving.

Your smile of relief turns into something apologetic and confused when two strong hands gently push you away.

You peer up at him.

"Don't think that's a good idea, pet."

"What?" you exhale, frowning.

He puts his hands back into his pockets. "I've hurt you, yeah?"

"I know, but—"

"I never want to do that again," he murmurs firmly. "Need some more time before I can make that promise to you."

Your heart sinks and floats and tries to swim through everything you feel. You can't discern all the feelings— there's so much. A flood. He's looking down at you as if you are the most fragile thing and as if, even by just getting too close, he might frighten you again.

"More space, then?" you whisper, stepping back.

Where you'd been the one to start it, now you are the one disappointed by it.

The short nod he gives is confirmation, but before you can get too down about it, he allows this: his good hand reaching out to grab yours. He kisses your knuckles with warm, masked lips.

"I care about you," he murmurs against your hand. "So goddamn much."

"I care about you, too."

"I know," and he lowers your hand, carefully rubbing the back of it. "Wanna be the kind of man you deserve. But I need to—" and his bandaged hand lifts up to tap a finger against his temple, "Need to sort through all the shit in here, yeah?"

"Okay," you whisper, nod, and sniffle. "They'll help you with it. You just have to let them in, Simon."

But he doesn't have anything to say to that— his source of words is a bit depleted. This week has drained him in every way possible, visible to you in the bags under his eyes. A squeeze of your hand is the last thing he has to offer before he lets it go, and then he is off to finish clearing your car.

(Although, you already know you will have a hard time getting to work on time this morning.)

Could I ask for ghost x fem reader, or just reader in general. They're dating but she's extremely scared of bugs and Simon is just laughing at her as she yells for help because there's a spider in the bathroom? Sorry if it's too much or away from your rules. I don't know what your rules are. :) :/

simon riley with a gf who has entomophobia

tags: entomophobia (obviously), established relationship, fluff, protective! simon

a/n: aaa dw this is fine!! as someone with a phobia of moths i can write this easily haha

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as soon as this man hears you scream then call his name he’s running to the bathroom

he’s thinking the worst like there’s a home intruder so he’s 100% ready to fight

instead he finds you cowering in the corner with a hand on your chest, your eyes are wide and you look like you’re about to start crying

he’s immediately by your side asking what’s wrong

when you tell him about the bug he just blinks and stares at you for a moment

instead of teasing you or anything like that, he simply stands, locates the bug and puts it outside

when you’re more calm he asks about your phobia, wondering where it came from

you just state it’s been there since you were a child and you can’t stand bugs being near you

from there on out he prevents any bugs from getting near you. this man has a personal vendetta against them at this point

before any critter can even get into your line of sight he’s got it and putting it outside/killing it

if you’re in the task force with him he’ll tease you a little, joking about how he’s seen you take down fully grown men yet you’re scared of butterflies 😭

never lets soap find out, bc that man would chase you around with fake bugs for fun let’s be honest

learning about your phobia leads him to open up about his, it’s a nice bonding experience :)

someone write me an apocalypse au where ghost is surviving with just his daughter, protecting her and teaching her how to take care of herself

Hi, I was wondering if you could do an imagine of Neteyam and Lo'ak hearing the reader purring for the first time since you did one of them purring? If not that's totally okay (:

If humans could purr we'd be that much more attractive

Pairing: Neteyam, Lo'ak x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, purring, cuddling, kissing, teasing

A/N: Purring is just so comforting in the right circumstance.

NETEYAM

Neteyam always let himself purr when he had his arm wrapped around you and you leaning against him

He was so comfortable, why wouldn't he let you know that

After all you feel like home to him, even when he's so far away from it

He also purrs when ever you kiss his cheek at the end of the day, something which you did unconsciously one night when he pulled you close and kissed a path from your lips to your shoulder

It made him really happy that you're finally able to feel completely safe and comfortable around him

You're a little bashful that you let yourself get so immersed into cuddling against him that you didn't even notice you were purring until you heard him saying how cute you sound

Much more cute then him in his opinion, a little softer

He loves nuzzling his face against yours, making you both purr

Since his parents were always openly affectionate he likes being openly affectionate with you too

Thinks its adorable how you press your face into his shoulder when you purr

LO'AK

Lo'ak only likes purring when its the two of you alone

Suspects he'd be relentlessly teased by his siblings and friends if they knew how much of a soft spot he has for you

And speaking of those, you know all of his that make him purr

It makes thing pretty unfair in his opinion so he makes it his mission to discover yours

Doesn't take him long to find that spot on your back that makes you stiffen, relax and then let out the most adorable sound he's ever heard

Trails his fingers lightly up your back so he can hear you shakenly purring and feel you shivering against him again

Is very smug knowing he can get to you with just a few simple touches

Similarly to himself he will mostly do this when you're alone together

You don't mind purring around others as long as you can curl up against him

He always presses your foreheads together and purrs when he has to part to go on missions