I Am Excited For Ghost And Helen Car Ride We Need More Sass And Snark Hehe

I am excited for ghost and helen car ride 👀 we need more sass and snark hehe

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader (Helen!Reader)

an: just a little something for a Saturday 🚘

He doesn’t elaborate on why he’s here instead of Soap, not when he loads the car, not even when the tyres hit the open road.

No explanation provided an hour in or after your two’s pit-stop-fuck. It niggled, tightened in the back of your mind that he was keeping things from you that he could tell you. Something he promised he’d never to do.

But then, you equally had promised not to put yourself in danger, and here you were accepting a mission not necessary for a medic.

You had ways of pulling information from Ghost, and even ways of retrieving it from Simon.

Both begin in the same way, following a similar pattern: indifference. You lull him into believing telling you would be better than whatever the fuck you’re doing. A bribe, an exchange.

Your chosen play was to keep messing with the radio volume and station until it wound him up. Watching his eyes dart in your direction, even if you never met them. His hips shifted periodically, making your eyes stare at the thighs you’d between your own only hours ago.

That was his play—his line of defence: his ridiculous body and his ridiculous way of knowing every inch of yours.

Except, he’d played his hand too soon. Your knickers are still in his pocket, and his cum is still very much inside of you. So, you turned the volume up another two notches, wondering how tight his jaw was under the thin fabric on his face.

You can’t assume you’re getting to him.

That’s how you fail. But, the volume is piercing your ears, so you have to wonder if it is for him. The songs neither of you know blaring, filling the small space with sounds both irritating to you, and him.

So, naturally, you turn it up again. Almost pulling your hand back when his wraps around yours, gripping it with enough purpose to tell you you’re getting to him—but not enough to hurt.

“You not like that song?”

“Enough, Helen. For fuck sake.”

You grin, keeping score as the sun sets. The ambient temperature lessens as the breezes rushes through both of your open windows. Allowing clothes to fall away from damp skin as the low light catches the metal in the car and the metal on his left hand—the evidence of your cover.

A story not far from the truth. One you’d supposed to be spinning with Soap, and not your actual lover.

Soap would also have been bare faced.

“I’d have been fine with Soap, if that’s what you were worried about.”

His hands tightens on the steering wheel. “Wasn’t worried.”

“And, as good as his singing is, it wouldn’t have swayed me from your broody nature. In case, you’re jealous that he’d get to spend two to three days with me.”

He shoots you a glare—eyes standing out due to the lack of paint around them. The same ones you see when he’s bare to you, all walls down, and willing to let you in.

Pieces of truth slide into place in front of your eyes, the puzzle almost readable—almost identifiable.

“How you going to be explain the balaclava, hubby?”

You watch for him tensing at the affectionate name. He doesn’t. If anything, he doesn’t react at all. Likely knowing it’s what you want—that right now the best the two of you have is fighting and fucking to make up for it.

He won’t tell you what’s wrong, and you’re already bored of him being difficult.

“Tell them I’m ugly. Warn ‘em I’m doing them a favour by keepin’ it on.”

You smirk, letting your head roll back on the seat as the breeze whips your hair around your neck. “Next to me, they won’t believe that.”

“Bit full of yourself, Helen.”

“If I remember, I’ma bit full of you.”

“Watch it.”

Snorting, you roll your head to look at him. “Or what? You’ll pull over and stuff more of yourself in me… cause I’ll tell you now, Simon. I’d like that too much for it to be a punishment.”

“You’re something else.”

“It’s why you married me, remember?”

“Engaged, Helen,” he snarls, and your eyes narrow at his side-profile and his tone.

Because you know that, know that the two of you haven’t quite crossed that line just yet. But for this… you’re married. A lie that you’ll need to spin when you reach the end of this particular half of the journey.

You almost saying that, it fermenting on the tip of your tongue.

But his hand takes yours again, clutching it, weaving his bare fingers in between yours. And you let the words die, wilt and fade. Beginning to maybe see what may have been bothering him.

Maybe.

headcanons for simon being the mom/dad friend to reader and her just eating that shit up? like yeah, that giant intimidating guy wearing a skull mask is my best friend. he’s really cute right? (he is)

anon your brain is huge and i love it, thank you for such a gorgeous request! just want you to know that your second request will be up sometime soon, i just wanted to split them! thank you again for requesting, i hope you enjoy <3

pt. 2

fair warning to anyone reading, this is my first time writing headcanons (more like a short story with bullet points because my oh my i got carried away) so please don't shoot! anyway, i've got some ideas rolling around in my head so just jump into it:

let's get one thing straight

becoming friends with a man like simon is not an easy task

while you may be somewhat quick consider him a friend because you're both skilled enough to have made to the 141, it takes a lot longer for him to also consider you a friend

the process of getting him to this point is an arduous journey and some people (probably gaz and rudy bc i can see these two being equally terrified of this man) will not hesitate to tell you to cut your losses and leave him alone

i reckon simon is the type to verbally tell you this himself

and maybe for a bit you do leave him alone

but then one day you see him sitting alone in the commons area with what you deem to be the saddest plate of dinner ever and you just crack

cue you sliding into the seat in front of him with your tupperware full of homecooked food you'd stashed away the night before

naturally he gets frustrated and a maybe a lil annoyed so he goes to leave

but then you slide your tupperware of food over to him and his movements just kinda stop as he stares at you with his typical ghost stare

think 👁️👁️

he'll push the container back toward you causing you to push it back toward him

it becomes an almost vicious cycle before he finally snaps and spits out something like, "what's your fuckin' problem?"

to most he's a scary man with an even scarier voice so that would've been where most people drew the line (let's face it though, most people probably wouldn't have sat with him in the first place)

but all you can focus on is the piss poor excuse of a meal he'd retrieved from the mess hall so you just push it back toward him one final time with a simple, "eat."

he'll narrow his eyes and straighten his posture in an attempt to scare you off but when that doesn't work he'll tell you something along the lines of, "i'm spitting it out if it's shite"

he does not spit it out

from that day on, you'll seek him out with two tupperware containers filled with whatever you'd cooked up the night before and offer it to him

the first few times he's hesitant to accept simply because he doesn't wanna get used to the unusually kind gesture but it eventually gets to a point where he just stops getting a plate from the mess hall and instead waits around for you to feed him

these small dinners you share make it nearly impossible for simon to avoid your talking

he almost debates getting up and leaving a few times but then he remembers he'd be eating soggy meat and vegetables if it weren't for you so he decides to entertain it

and to the surprise of absolutely no one he eventually starts warming up to you, even throwing in a few comments and sarcastic quips of his own

and after a long while of having these dinners with you, he decides he likes it – he likes hearing you talk, whether it be about how you and gaz hid price's hat somewhere on base and blamed it on soap or what the latest celebrity gossip is

so what does he do?

he tries to block you out

it doesn't work because you're a stubborn little shit and refuse to let him fall back into his bubble of solitude and self pity

and he eventually realizes this so he just kinda accepts it after a while (more like a week)

and the two of you become quite chummy

well

as chummy as one can be with a person as closed off as ghost

instead you always being the one to seek him out come dinner time, he'll be the one to start finding you

it's a surprise

a delightful one

but still a surprise

his short, clipped responses will morph into longer, more thought out ones as your friendship continues to develop and you can't help but notice just how smart he really is

despite his everything that's happened to him in the past, he's actually quite in tune with the emotions of other people; his observational skills are off the charts

so you'll eventually start asking him for advice on anything and everything, even if it's not something that pertains directly to you because his wisdom outside the battle field is something to truly behold

it's amazing what can be solved without heavy loads of artillery and violence!

anyway

simon quickly becomes very used to this dynamic

you two having dinner, talking about everything and nothing all at once and while he may never verbalize it, he truly does appreciate it

he'd convinced himself long ago that his life was just cursed and that the people he loved and held closest to him were always destined for terrible things so he just closed himself off

he put on the mask and became ghost whereas simon was kept tucked away in a place no one even bothered to try and discover

but then you stumbled your way into his heart with your homemade food and endless chatter and he can't help but indulge himself

maybe having a friend isn't all that bad

and so the dinners/mini therapy sessions continue

until one day you don't show up

while he is a bit disappointed, simon decides to let it go because you've had dinner with him for god knows how long now

you probably just wanted a day to yourself and he understands that so he doesn't pry

even when he barely force himself to finish the sludge smacked onto his plate from the mess hall – how was he so comfortable eating that for so long?

but you don't show up the next day

or the next

and by the fourth day simon is just downright angry

and a little sad and worried

but mostly angry

who do you think you are to waltz in his life, make yourself cozy in his extremely tight knit circle, and then just leave him high and dry with no goodbye? (wow that rhymed)

if you're gonna ditch him like this then he's gonna make sure you sit through the awkward pain of saying it to his face

he spends an embarrassing amount of time looking for you before he even thinks to check your room

he walks up to your door, fully prepared to slam that door open and confront you

but then he hears you fall into a particularly nasty coughing fit paired with a muffled groan of agony and suddenly it just clicks

you got yourself sick

tempted as he is to simply walk away, he knows deep in his heart he can't do that to you

which is why you open up your door to see ghost awkwardly standing there with a tray of hot soup, water, and some medicine

you nearly cry in your haze of sickness

you'd spend the past four days miserably rotting away in your bed and to suddenly have simon by your side offering you soup and medicine? it was almost too much

ever since that day there had been a gradual shift in your friendship

it started with you two coordinating who would bring dinner on which days

but then it turned into simon being the one to bring dinner nearly everyday

which then evolved into him finding you throughout the day and offering small snacks and drinks

but he's a busy man and he can't do this every day so he'll settle for sending a simple message of, "you doing ok?"

and most times you say yes

but on the off chance you say no he'll take a few minutes to message you back and forth until you feel at least a little better (no this is not achieved by him sending you bad dad jokes, he would never do such a thing!)

but eventually the man just gets so tired of constantly going around base trying to find you that he'll simply just start to linger around you whenever he's free

gruff words of assurance and friendly pats on the shoulder become a staple for the masked man

when the team becomes privy to the newly formed friendship between the two of you, it's almost scary

like

imagine this 6'4 beefy mountain of a man hanging around someone half his size just chilling

i reached the character block limit how awkward anyway

it's odd and you know it is so you'll play into it

like that time you loudly asked ghost to grab the blanket from your room while you two were sitting on the couch in the common area while the rest of the team filed in

and him immediately going to grab it while the team are completely gobsmacked when he promptly returns with your blanket in hand

cue soap asking ghost the same thing a few days later and only receiving a glare in return along with a stern, "i'm not your maid, johnny."

then he just walks away leaving soap to feel like an idiot

it becomes apparent very quickly that simon has a favorite and that favorite is you

especially when he's the one to sweep you up into a quick hug with a quick pat on your head after the team completes yet another mission

you make it a point to squeeze onto simon just a tad tighter when you see soap looking over in complete bewilderment

seriously, how did you tame the legendary ghost?

and honestly?

you're not quite sure yourself

you just soak it in because you'd be a fool not to

maybe one day you'll ask him yourself

maybe you won't

doesn't matter either way because at the end of the day you're the only one who can proudly call ghost your best friend

even if he doesn't refer to you as the same

he totally does he just never says it out loud because he's secretly terrified you don't feel the same

regardless

you two are very much attached at the hip

what with you constantly getting yourself into trouble all around base and ghost not wanting you piss off the wrong person

he is very much your guard dog and you make it everyone's problem

soap went too hard on you during your sparring session? ghost is already glaring at him

gaz won't stop bugging you when you're actually trying to get your work done? ghost is pushing him out the door

price is about to lecture you for something gaz and soap framed you for? ghost is quick to rat them out

it's sweet really, the friendship you have

it warms your heart thinking about it

and it warms his too

even if he won't admit it

he's just grateful you didn't give up on him even when he wanted you to

because he's found that, sometimes, it's nice to have a friend

and he's glad it's you

:)

⋆⁺₊⋆☾ when neteyam has a crush on you ⋆⁺₊⋆☾

⭒ 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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· ₊ ⊹ · ₊ ⊹ · ɪ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ;

ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ;

“Neteyam.” you call out to him.

“Yes.” He answers, not looking up from the cutting board.

“Do you you even know how to craft a marui ?”

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ; 2.9k

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ; fluff and a little nip of angst

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ; aged-up!neteyam x na’vi!fem!reader, stablished relationship, some swear words, insecurities, mentions of the sully fam, reader’s parents and dead brother, talk of having children, I beta read this myself so :p

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ; pretty boy by the nbhd + daylight by taylor swift

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ; this was supposed to be a one shot with many short stories but umm the word count speaks for itself, i literally had to cut so many things out from just this piece and so I decided to turn it into a series instead. this is my first time ever posting my writing on the internet, plus I’m not a native english speaker so take it easy on me.

“We always have to sneak around my parents and it’s so exhausting! It’s like they forget we’ve already mated-“

“We could always leave.”

Your hand stop mid-action.

Neteyam’s words are sudden and clumsily voiced out. Like he was trying to spit them out fast, else they’d burn his tongue.

You can only stare at him, as you’re left speechless with your breath caught inside your lungs. Gripping the avian meat tight in your hand, you try to conjure words but your head is sorely blank. Your ears unconsciously flatten agains the sides of your head. Is he implying what you think he is ? Is he ? Could it be ?

It takes you a while to notice that you are staring at him skeptically, so you put down the food atop the cutting board and sit straighter. His statement is confusing, but so strikingly clear all the same.

You exhale forcibly, “Leave to where, Neteyam ?”

He breathes in a gulp of air before adjusting himself to sit on his haunches.

It is so easy to read his body and his cues, after years of being so close to him. After so many years of knowing and loving him, mapping him out like a foreign land, you’re the one who knows him best. And you take notice of the tremor of his golden irises, the twitch of the tail and the movement of his ears. You know because you are the same. He’s nervous and now so are you. You feel it all through him as much as you feel these emotions within yourself.

“Not far.” He clears his throat, eyes avoidant of yours. “Maybe closer to the forest, where it can be just us.”

His words are soft and uncertain, but they reach your heart as straight as any of his arrows could. The implications are abundantly clear.

The tip of your tail thumps against the mat.

“You want to move out ? With me ?” The question is dumb and unnecessary, and you want to punch yourself for it just as you said it. There wasn’t anyone else inside his parents marui but you and him. Besides, he didn’t outright say it, but he doesn’t need to. Neteyam doesn’t need to voice it because he means it. And you’re quick to catch onto that.

Neteyam’s lips quirk in a soft smile, bordering amusing. “Yes. I want us both to move out from our parents maruis to live together on our own.”

Just from hearing it, countless of stars explode inside your chest.

Your lips wobble into a small smile, “Now ?”

"Not in this instant, but soon. Hopefully in the following days"

"I mean, the idea is.." Delightful. Exciting. And almost unbelievable. The smile you conjure is irrepressible, as your lips stretch to their limit. Your mate wants to move in with you! It shouldn't come as any surprise, as you have mated and consumated your bond in the presence of Eywa. By all means, you were husband and wife.

This relationship is long, you have spent years getting to know every corner of each others lives, have shared your burdens and responsibility, your bodies and your minds, It is only natural that you share a home as well. Besides, neither of you can handle much longer of living in your parents tent, only seeing the other in between trainings and after raids. Always having to kick your parents of their own home just to have some privacy. This predicament is tiring, grating and it’s not common that you’re able to be in any place by yourselves, there’s always the company of Tuk, Kiri, Lo’ak, your parents or friends.

There's an identical smile on Neteyam's face, and his euphoric expression doesn't oscillate when he speaks, "I know. Feels really good, right ?”

Chuckling, you say, “I feel so giddy right now.”

While staring deeply into the others eyes, neither can’t stop from laughing. Your mate’s beautiful features are mildly illuminated by the fire, his bioluminescent dots glowing vividly in patterns around his face. They light up his face in a way you haven’t seen before. He looks younger, naive and in love too. It’s almost as if he’s glowing from within. You guess happiness does that to people. It suits him and you wish for it to be like this always and forever.

You ignore the flutter of wings that rattle your insides for a moment, only to be fully present in this moment. To watch him in this light and never forget it.

“Neteyam.” you call out to him.

“Yes.” He answers, not looking up from the cutting board.

“Do you even know how to craft a marui ?”

His cutting stops midway. He side eyes you so comically you can’t help but snort. You both know he’s not the best at weaving.

“Oh, well. Guess we’ll have to ask Auayew for help on that, then.”

He shifts, face hardening a tad. “We’re not asking for his help on anything. Me and my dad can do just fine.”

You coo, “Little Neteyam can’t put up a simple marui ? Not so much a mighty warrior now, are you ?”

“These things are unrelated, so don’t even start. And it’s not like you’re that great at weaving either. I guess we’ll need as much help as we can.”

“Oh.” You murmur as it downs on you.

Oh, Eywa. There’s so many preparations to handle, besides the weaving and crafting of your marui. You’ll seriously, and secretly, have to ask Auayew for help collecting loom. You have no idea how many you’ll need though. And for the other items, your best friend Munì would be great to assist you on crafting mats and baskets, of all different kinds. She has always been the best weaver between you two.

Neteyam smiles turn mischievous upon noticing your troubled expression. “You’re already steaming, but you haven’t even given me an answer yet.”

You eye his smile, a little unease. “What answer ?”

“If you’ll move in with me, of course.”

“Well,” you start saying. You suppress your smile from widening. The effect he has on you is maddening, when he smiles like that and makes your skin prickle all over. That look on his face excites you and you have to stop yourself from kissing him silly. It can wait, you have to mess with him right back. “You haven’t formally asked me.”

Neteyam laughs, shoulders shaking. There’s a determined look to him as he sits straighter and faces you, putting his knife away. Your tail swishes. There’s a moment where you just stare at each other, taking the other in. He’s so pretty it makes your legs tremble.

It becomes increasingly harder to breath the more he loiters.

Your body is starting to tremble. Damn him.

He licks his lips before finally speaking, “Do you want to move in with me ?”

It’s simple and faint. And silly. He didn’t have to ask, you two know that. You’ll both always choose each other. Over anything. In spite of everything.

“Yes.” You answer anyway, eyes locked into his, where you swear you could watch a continuation of the universe. “I-yes, I want that.”

The movement of his tail steals your attention. It is held upright with the tip curved. He’s happy. “Good.”

Neteyam then resumes his routine, grabbing the knife and precisely cutting the fruit into cubes the size he knows you prefer. He’s back to intently watching over his actions, smile still present. You try doing the same, hand blindly feeling around to grab the meat you put aside to finish grilling it, but you can’t look away from him.

You watch him over the small fire he lit earlier in the space between you. The meat you should be grilling still forgotten. He looks so handsome and charming and yours. With sweet honeyed eyes focused on the task at hand, lips slightly pouting in concentration. And to think that 12 years ago you never thought you stood a chance. Didn’t even consider it, to be fair.

And now you’re reaching for another milestone in your long and happy relationship. You’ll be sharing a marui, wake up to each other everyday and hunt the food you’ll both leisurely prepare as you talk about your day. Neteyam will sleep in the same hammock as you and wake up to you.

You grab your ankles and rock yourself lightly. There’s a rattling in your lungs that is uncontainable, it spreads throughout your chest and up your neck. You open your mouth to begin speaking, only for the rattling to intensify. It is Neteyam’s wide eyed gaze that startled you into noticing, it takes you a while to realize that you’re purring.

He chuckles, intently staring at your chest, where the noises begins. “You’re purring, beautiful. Loud.”

Your ears flatten against your head once more in agitation. “I know, dumbass. I can’t help it.” Lifting your arms, you cross them over your chest, shying away from Neteyam’s look. “And stop looking at my chest like that. Your parents can come back any minute, that would be so embarrassing.”

He shakes his head, but avert his gaze from your chest. Eyes straying up to look you in the face. He looks throughly entertained. “There’s nothing in there I haven’t seen. And before you start steaming again, my parents aren’t coming back until very late. They took Kiri and Tuk to a friend’s kid’s first communion. And Lo’ak’s is over at his mate’s.” He sends you a teasing smile full of meaning. “We’re good.”

That only prompts you into rocking yourself again. You can feel the skin of your face warming up at his implications, chuckling under your breath.

It’s euphoric to think that you will have the rest of your lives to share these moments. Many more decades to live with him and to love him. Have him all to yourself, to hug, to kiss, bite and scratch and cherish. Thousands of days just for you two.

Neteyam will experience you in full now.

Your stomach churns unpleasantly at this. Neteyam will experience you in full now. He’ll experience your mood swings and bad moments. You have never been the best at communicating, that has always been his forte. He’s the one that rationalize and broaden your understandings whenever you’re troubled.

There’s a lump in your throat you can’t swallow past now. You’ve heard the words the people have whispered about you. How you’re cranky, hot-tempered and unpleasant to be with at times. You’ve never been an easy person, you know that. Your parents have always told you so, both in malice and in hopes that you could work that out. But you’ve never been able to change this side of you.

It’s easy to be in your best behavior when you’re in Neteyam’s presence. You have so little time to spent together and hardly any privacy, that when you’re with him he’s all you can think about. All you want to do is enjoy the moment, and so you repress your bad moods in regards to that. In any case, Neteyam is so good to you, he doesn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of your temper. He’s always speaking softly and respecting your space, has never angered or bothered you to the point of retaliation.

He’ll experience you in full now, though.

Neteyam and yourself are young and still have so many years to live. And he’ll spend them as your mate and companion, dealing with your unpleasant personality. There’s no turning back now. Will he think it worth it ?

Your mood has soured entirely. Gah. What you wouldn’t do to be able to not live inside your own head sometimes.

You don’t think before opening your mouth to speak.

“Are you sure ?” You question him, voice startling him from arranging the food in a leaf.

Neteyam looks up, eyes meeting yours before it scans your body. Noticing your bitter disposition, his shoulders tense.

“About moving in with you ?” He inquires, and you hum in agreement. No longer able to look into his eyes from the sudden embarrassment, you avert your gaze. “Of course I am. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.”

“It’s just that-“ you whine, hands scurrying to hide your face from his view. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why did you have to open your mouth. You could’ve just internalized your insecurity issue, instead of ruining his mood alongside yours. “It’s just that, you’re gonna have to spend the rest of your life putting up with me.”

“Beautiful, did you forget that we are mates ? Have been for years now and dated for even longer. I’ve known you since we were kids. We have bonded,” he chuckles in amusement, “and I have made love to you many times ever since then.”

You press your palms harder against your face, groaning in frustrating. He’s not getting it. “But you never stay long enough to see me in the morning after. You don’t know what is like to live with me. That’s different, because we have so little time to be with each other. I’m annoying as all fuck and you’re gonna have to deal with that everyday.”

“Yawne,” he whispers. Voice delicate and sweet, as soft as the hand that comes to pry your own from your face. But you don’t open your eyes. So he pleads, “Look at me.”

You peer at him trough damp lashes.

“I would love nothing more.” He says and you know he means it. Every word ever spoken to you, he has always said them from his heart.

Neteyam then crawls around the small fire and sit beside you, thigh, hip, torso and tails touching. He throws an arm over your shoulder and rests his head on yours. Turning your head, you face him.

Neteyam places a delicate kiss to your snout before saying, “I want to share a home with you. Want to talk to you as we eat our meals, sleep beside you every night and be able to wake up still there. I want to see you after you wake up and when you’re freshly bathed. And before that too, when you’re all stinky. I want to finish my trainings and go back home to a place that it’s going to be ours.”

There’s a pregnant pause after his words, where he licks his lips in anticipation. He’s not done speaking. “A place where we can live as a family. With many cute children.”

Your heart rattles inside your rib cage. And just like that, your mind is at ease. It’s so ease with him.

A sob gets stuck in your throat. You’re so happy it’s becoming hard to contain it. So you kiss him, hard and clumsy. Lips quivering as you try to convey all the words you heart wants to tell him. The tears burn behind your eyelids as you squint them. You don’t want to open your eyes, don’t want this moment to end.

Neteyam’s hands come to rest upon your flattened ears as you part from the kiss. Your own hands holding onto his face as you sit so close you feel like one.

“I love you, Neteyam. So much. And I can’t wait to start this new chapter of our lives with you. There’s no one I would choose to go through this with, other then you.”

“I love you, too.”

Your lover reaches down with one hand and grasp your fingers, knuckles clumsily rattling against one another as they settle in place. You open your eyes to see him smile. It is so beautiful and genuine that you can’t stop the tears from finally spilling. It trickles down your cheek and Neteyam laughs, amused. You’ve always been a cry baby, after all. He quickly reaches to wipe the tears from your face, softly cooing as he does it.

He caresses your hair, fingers combing trough it in slow movements, and then slides down to the back of your head.

“Those are happy tears, right ?”

You laugh, “Yes. I’m so happy. I swear.”

With a sigh of relief, Neteyam then lays his forehead against your collarbone. When he speaks, his breath tickle your skin, “I am too. So much. But there’s one thing.”

“What thing ?”

"Who’s going to break the news to your overprotective dad ?" He whispers, sounding amused.

You chuckle at the mere mention of your father and his possible over reaction. You think back to all the times he’s stoped you from spending time with Neteyam, of hunting alongside him and his family and even keepig you from joining the parties to raid the sky people. He hasn't always been like this, but since your brother's death to the hands of the humans, both him and your mother are constantly breathing down your neck. Partially the reason why you haven't moved out.

“I'll leave that task to you."

Neteyam whines. "That's not fair."

You laugh. Butterflies twisting and turning in your belly.

When morning comes, you will need to announce your decision to your parents and siblings. But for now, it is merely a delightful secret between you. And you'll bask in this moment for as long as it lasts.

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MY RIGHT PERSON, OUR WRONG TIME

☾ ─ summary. wanting to start a new life, y/n suggest to her lover running away, but he obviously disagrees. he soons regrets not begging her to stay a little more.

☾ ─ contents. fem!omaticaya!reader, hurt no comfort, wc: 1.5k

☾ ─ notes. i fucking love hurt no comfort hihi👹👹 also this sucks, but i have over 8 unfinished drafts, so i'm trying to get rid of 'em :pp

THE ECLIPSE WAS getting closer, and with each passing second, Y/N's worries only grew. It was now or never, Y/N reminded herself, as she harshly bit her lower lip. Her body tensed upon the sudden sting. She swallowed the taste of metal, wiping away the small amount of blood leaking from her mouth with the back of her hand.

Y/N took in the view front of her, sharply inhaling. The tree of voices. It was a strange place to simply hang out at with your lover, but Y/N had a reason for bringing Neteyam there. This night might be the last one in their village, and Y/N wanted to cherish it. After all, she grew up there. It was the place where she met Neteyam, the person who changed her and her life forever.

All her memories begun to replay in her head, causing Y/N's eyes to flutter, as tears begun to form in her eyes. Letting her eyelids fall, Y/N harshly blinked the tears away, finally taking her eyes off the tree. "Nete..?" She whispered over her shoulder in an attempt to wake up the older boy. Almost every day, the duo would hang out late at night and Neteyam would fall asleep with Y/N in his arms, while she silently adored him, playing with his hair or just taking in his beautiful features. His back was pressed against one of the many trees, while his arms were loosely wrapped around Y/N's body. Her back pressed against his chest, sitting between his legs with Neteyam's head resting in the crook of her neck.

"Mhm? Is everything okay?" Tiredness laced his voice, as Neteyam finally raised his head to look at Y/N. "Yeah, yeah... I--" Y/N couldn't help, but already miss his warm touch, as she sat up and turned to face the older boy, his arms falling freely to the ground. "I need to talk to you about something." Y/N confessed, playing with the dead skin around her fingernails anxiously.

"You can talk to me." Placing his hand on top of hers, Neteyam explained, as he rubbed his thumb over the bracelet decorating Y/N's wrist. No matter the amount of love Y/N held for her clan, Neteyam and his family, who took her in after she was left all alone, her past continued to haunt her. Every place in the village she'd lay her eyes upon reminded her of unpleasant memories, and with that, Y/N came to a conclusion. She needed to get as far away as possible with the hope of finally leaving her traumatic past behind.

A lump grew inside Y/N's throat, as she grasped Neteyam's hands in hers. "Let's run away." Silence fell over duo, as Y/N desperately looked in her lover's eyes. Neteyam could see the forming tears in her eyes, signalling what she just said wasn't some kind of a prank. "I'm serious, Neteyam, let's get away from this place. Just the two of us." Y/N begged, as a single tear ran down her cheek. Her stomach twisted with anxiety, when Neteyam only stared at her in silence with an unreadable expression.

"What are you talking about, Y/N?" Neteyam furrowed his brows in confusion, before pulling his hands back. Y/N's heart dropped at his move. "This is our home." He added, as Y/N quickly shook her head from side to side, gulping down. "No... You're my home, Neteyam. Please." Once again, Y/N reached out for his comforting touch, but Neteyam dodged away. Swiftly standing up, he looked down at Y/N with a strange expression, his own heart beating fast.

"Is this... about what happened?" Neteyam begun, "Y/N, I understand it's hard to live in the same village all those awful things took place, but you cannot just- just run away from your past." As Y/N got up from the ground, hugging herself while desperately searching for even the smallest bit of comfort, Neteyam held out his shaky hand, but Y/N only looked at him with a dejected face. "Neteyam, you don't get it. We have to get away. I have to get away." Y/N tried to hold back her tears. "So what? You expect me to leave me family here? I'm the next Olo'eyktan, I have responsibilities-- I can't leave." Neteyam's voice grew louder, as he begun to get upset over his lover's request. "I love you, Y/N, I truly do, but..." Shaking his head from side to side, Neteyam averted his gaze.

Staring at his distressed expression and hearing his words echo inside her ears, Y/N felt her stomach drop. She didn't think about it that way. She only thought about herself and her own feelings, as she wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow her whole at the moment. Her expression falling at the sudden realization, Y/N begun to uncontrollably sob. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She muttered, before Neteyam took a step closer, pulling her into his chest. His touch gentle, as if Y/N was about to fall apart any minute. He understood her struggle and wanted only the best for her, but he couldn't leave his parents and siblings behind. "I'm so selfish, I wasn't thinking--" Y/N continued to cry into his chest, as Neteyam caressed the back of her head. "It's alright. But please don't say stuff like that anymore." He attempted to assure her.

With her face hiding in the crook of Neteyam's neck, Y/N opened her mouth, but closed it as soon as no words came out, just another painful sob. She wanted nothing more than to tell Neteyam how much it pained her to have her past follow her for every second of the day, even in her sleep.

Few minutes have passed and Y/N's crying begun to calm down. "Y/N?" Neteyam softly whispered, as she looked up at him with tear-stained face. "Promise me you won't leave?" At his words, Y/N felt her chest tighten. She couldn't lie. Especially not to Neteyam, so instead, she pulled him closer for a kiss. But this kiss wasn't like any other ones they've shared. And it didn't go unnoticed by Neteyam, the way Y/N held him like he'd disappear the second she lets go.

"Let's go home, okay?" Gently caressing her cheek with his thumb, Neteyam offered, earning a nod from Y/N. Intertwining their hands, Neteyam begun to pull Y/N with him, as she stole one last glance at the tree of voices. "I'm sorry. Forgive me, Eywa." She quietly whispered, the wind carrying her words away.

Y/N gave Neteyam's hand one last squeeze, before they parted, each taking off on their ikrans. With an aching heart, she watched as Neteyam slowly disappeared into the dark night, before letting out a long shaky breath. "We're gonna be alright..." Gently caressing the side of her ikran, Y/N muttered, more to herself than to her ikran.

"Neteyam!" A hand waving in front of the older boy's face snapped him out of his thoughts, as he threw a confused look at his brother. "What's going on with you, bro?" Lo'ak nudged Neteyam's shoulder, expecting a snarky comment in response, but instead Neteyam's eyes fell to the floor once again, as he stayed silent.

Ever since the moment he woke up, Neteyam had a strange feeling growing inside his stomach - like something bad was about to happen, yet he couldn't place his finger on it. Looking around, he made sure his parents and siblings were all nearby and well, and they were. Furrowing his brows in pure confusion, Neteyam got lost in his thoughts once again.

He thought about everything over and over again, desperate to know why he felt so strange. His parents and siblings were barely a few feet away from him and okay, he wasn't late to a training nor forgot any of his chores, and Y/N, who'd never break a promise, promised she wouldn't leave- Y/N promised...? The last night played on repeat inside Neteyam's mind, until he realised one thing. Y/N did in fact not promise anything.

Eyes widening, Neteyam's heart skipped a beat as he jumped out of his bed, before running as fast as he could towards Y/N's place. She wouldn't leave, would she? Neteyam questioned himself, ignoring the worried calls of his name. Thank Eywa, Y/N lived quite close, meaning it only took Neteyam about a minute to get to her place, especially with how fast he was running.

Heavy breaths escaped Neteyam's lips, as he frantically looked around Y/N's place, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but he didn't. Instead, his eyes fell on the bracelet laying on top of Y/N's bed. The same bracelet Neteyam was looking at last night - the same bracelet Y/N never took off. "No, no..." Gulping down, Neteyam muttered to himself, quickly grabbing the bracelet, before desperately looking around once again.

The realization begun to set in, causing his heart to painfully ache. His knuckles turned white, as the grip on the bracelet grew stronger. But Neteyam couldn't care less how the beads pricked at his skin, because all he could think about - is how he should have begged her to stay a little more.

Dad Ghost resisting the urge to beat up a 7 year old after finding out they’re mean to his kid

ghost resists the urge to beat up anyone who picks on his kids

It’s late. Your eyes are fluttered shut already, but you’re laying your head on his chest and mumbling sleepy, random updates to him. Pieces of information you might’ve forgotten to share over the phone. He’s only been back for a day, but with two kids and an unplanned third on the way, there are so many little things to fill him in on.

“Did she tell you about that boy at school?”

A muscled chest stiffens beneath you. His fingers pause in your hair and he groans.

“Jesus, no. What boy now?”

Your daughter is only five, yet she is quite the talker, constantly sharing with you two details about all her friends and school activities. Simon always did his damned best not to say anything… wrong whenever she mentioned the boys at school. He understood it was normal for her development, her curiosity (yeah, yeah.) That didn’t mean he didn’t hate the growing idea of it, and that he didn’t let a few things slip just to you.

But this time, you sigh and prop your chin on his chest. “Well, he’s this new boy,” you murmur. “And he’s two years older than her-“

“He’s… what?”

“Listen, Simon. This isn’t one she fancies.” You sigh and touch the side of his inked arm gently. “He was… picking on her a bit this week. In the school yard-“

“Picking on her?” Simon repeats, words slipping out slow through tightening teeth. You see a scowl furrow. “How?”

“Well, she told me that he was teasing her about her hair on Monday. But then it turned into him calling her some names-“

“What the fuck?” You feel him shift underneath you, carefully lifting you off his chest only so he can sit up straight. Roughly now, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m telling you now, aren’t I?” you mutter softly. Slipping a hand in his cropped hair. “And I already had a word with her teacher about it.”

“And?”

“She says she’ll keep an eye on it.”

“Keep an eye on it? Bloody hell.” His hand clenches. “What’s the kid’s name, huh?”

“Simon-“

“Maybe I’ll keep a goddamn eye on it-“

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Calling our girl names? Christ, m’gonna fuck him up.”

“You will do no such thing,” you whisper firmly, fitting a hand over his arm. “Let’s just see if it gets better. If not, you can talk to her teacher.”

“M’gonna talk to her damn teacher tomorrow, anyway.”

Your hands gently guide him back to laying down, but his scowl doesn’t soften.

“Gonna talk to this kid, too.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“You were just talking about hurting him.”

Through flared nostrils, he sighs. Loops his arms back around you and softens a bit.

“I won’t, I won’t,” he mumbles, pressing a firm kiss to your hair. “Just gonna talk to him, yeah?”

“How about you just talk to your daughter instead?” You lay your head back to his chest, hearing the steady pounding of his heart. “Talk to her about standing up for herself, okay?”

And he does. Simon has a long talk with his little girl the next day before school, perhaps not in the way you meant for him to. Right here, dove, he murmurs to her quietly so you can’t hear, grabbing her little hand and guiding it gently to his nose. Go for him here if he bothers you again, alright?