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.

SEA, SWALLOW ME (neteyam !)

content — HEAVY ANGST!!!! character death, no happy ending, emotional distress, gn!reader. honestly i see a lot of neteyam death stories but like no one ever includes emotion and feeling so i wanted to attempt to put it into words so we get a feel of what it's like to love and lose someone and how it completely ruins you for all you are. :') had to turn on my depression playlist for this one tbh, enjoy lol!

"the stars, ma y/n." neteyam's eyes finally rest on you, the most stable his gaze has been since you guys reached shore. seconds ago his eyes frantically bouncing from figure to figure as if he's processing everything that is happening in the moment, and then the observation begins, his brain working overtime to memorize the faces he loves but will never see again all while accepting what's to come.

his hand is trembling violently, the stains of blood beginning to dry, but you hold on like it's your lifeline, lifting it to your face to graze comforting kisses across each knuckle.

you struggle to voice your thoughts and feelings as if you have all the time in the world and you don't. it angers you and tears you apart simultaneously. so many emotions and you fail to process a single one. it's not the first time neteyam has seen you cry, but it's the first time he cries with you.

your minds hold different thoughts. he's grieving his loss of you before he's even gone, recalling every second that he's spent his life loving you, every minute his skin has had the pleasure of touching yours, every fraction of his heart that he happily gave you. all snatched out of his grasp within seconds, too fast to even comprehend but he's always been a man or awareness. through blurry eyes, he sees the way you crack and begin to shatter, trying to piece yourself together before him so an empty shell of his lover isn't the last thing he sees.

meanwhile, your mind is in shambles, your wonderland is destroyed and your heart is in ruins. he's still breathing before you, but you wonder what you'll do when he isn't. he has less than minutes with you but you're already gone. you fight to configure a idea of how you'll live your life without him by your side, but you only come to a single conclusion; you won't. it's impossible. you never only became his all those years ago, you became one, and what are you without your other half? it's like two strings tied together at the heart, the home of the great emotion called love, threaded in the vessels in order to pump your love through the line and into the other only to have it torn out, leaving you both to bleed freely.

you gasp for a breath that you're worthy of, cursing yourself for taking even an ounce of the oxygen that the love of your life is being deprived of, wanting to give everything you're made of, everything that is keeping you alive right now just for him to live.

despite how unbelievably brave and strong you've always been, not any amount of training prepares you for this moment. the weak squeeze that you feel from him makes you crumble. you think you're being attacked with the way you struggle to breathe through cries of agony and despair. the sight pains him and suddenly the gun wound that is killing him is the last thing he's worried about.

he finally realizes what it means to have a soulmate, more importantly, to lose one. the feeling is equivalent to sand falling between his fingers. he sees the acceptance coated in your tears, the mourning beginning before it has a reason to.

but he must be assured that this isn't the end, that this isn't the last of the two of you. "we will meet again, in the stars."

you nod profusely, confirming his advances and that is enough for him. his grip loosens and that familiar light that swims in his eyes dulls within milliseconds.

there's screaming, there's crying, there's every emotion you could imagine, all surrounding you, but you feel nothing. you recognize this bottomless pit that sits in your heart as the same one you carried around before meeting him. what a power you have to hold to make and destroy someone just by existing and then, not.

a single second is what it took for neteyam to leave you, and another is all you need to disappear with him.

the morning after

Gwen and Aria's POV:

"Babe are you ready? It's about to start!" Gwen shouted to Aria from the sofa.

Aria was busy making them both hot chocolates in the kitchen, so they could enjoy a drink whilst watching the newest episode of Love Island together.

"Coming!"

Gwen's face lit up when she saw her girlfriend walk in the room, Aria's tongue slightly sticking out from concentrating on not dropping the drinks. She graciously took her hot drink and made room for Aria to sit down next to her, cuddling close.

"Thank you." Gwen kissed Aria's cheek and Aria kissed her cheek back in response, before both of them quietened down as the Love Island recap appeared on the screen.

"Last time..." Ian's voice sounded over last nights episode montage, "The heart rate challenge got everyone feeling flustered and even took two people to the hideaway."

"Oh my god! I forgot about that!" Aria gasped, watching Y/N and Harry in the hideaway together. "I've missed them so much."

"Babe, they were literally on our screen last night." Gwen laughed, thinking about how Aria had only become hers last night too.

"Feels like a lifetime ago..."

The screen then cut to the present and the episode began.

The lights turned on in the bedrooms and everyone started greeting each other with a good morning. Y/N and Harry's light turned on soon after, but you couldn't see them because they were buried underneath the covers.

"Morning everyone!" Antigoni shone bright as usual. A chorus of mornings replied.

"Do we think anything happened in the hideaway last night?" Ekin-Su asked, sitting up in bed.

"I think so, yes." Antigoni nodded.

"Yeah I think so too." Gemma added, smirking.

"I think Harry would want to take it slow though, y'know?" Luca added, spooning close to Gemma.

"Yeah maybe they didn't do everything." Dami chimed in.

Gwen and Aria sipped their hot chocolates, knowing full well that something happened last night because the cameras were cut off all too soon and they'd spent a lot of time deep under the duvets.

The screen then cut to the couple everyone adored.

Y/N's head was barely poking out the top of the duvet, whilst Harry had the duvet pushed down to his chest. He was smiling down at Y/N, who could be seen smiling up at him.

"What?" Y/N giggled, pulling the duvet more over their head to hide their morning after shyness.

"Hey, don't hide from me. Want to see you." Harry whined, pulling the duvet back down so more of Y/N could be seen. Y/N looked well rested, especially after how stressful the last few days had been. They both looked at peace, a soft morning glow about them both.

"Better?" Y/N's face now clearly seen by Harry.

"Would be better if y'gave me a morning kiss." Harry negotiated.

"Hey, sounds like you." Aria laughed, nudging Gwen's side. Gwen responded by flicking Aria's ear with her finger.

"I have morning bre–" Y/N couldn't find her sentence before Harry's lips were on hers. Y/N moaned in delight as Harry's lips softly brushed over theirs, feeling those emotions from last night all over again. They were both still sore and spent in places that hadn't been active in a while, but they would never get tired of kissing one another.

Harry made sure Y/N knew he loved kissing them with morning breathe and all, pushing her down into the bed more as he grew hungry for more of them.

"Wait.. Wait." Y/N spoke, pushing Harry away only slightly.

"What? Y'okay? Y'hurting anywhere? Is it your head?" Harry asked with concern, moving his hand to touch the back of Y/Ns head where they had fainted the other day.

"No, no. I'm fine. Just I won't want to stop if we keep going." Y/N explained.

"Also sounds like you." Aria added.

"Will you stop comparing me to Y/N and Harry for five minutes..." Gwen laughed. "We've been together for less than a day."

"And yet you've kissed me more times than a married couple of 50 years have ever kissed."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Gwen rolled her eyes, but not before kissing Aria.

Harry leant down to kiss Y/N once more, kissing their nose too just because he could, before flopping back down on his back. His arm wrapped around Y/N's body and pulled them close, wanting to feel her body on his for just a little bit longer.

He kissed the top of Y/N's head and Y/N kissed over Harry's chest, resting a hand over his heart and tracing over the tattoo's nearby.

"H?"

"Mm?"

"Would you ever get a tattoo for me?" Y/N asked.

"Obviously. In fact i've already planned it." Harry explained.

"I can't with him. He's too much." Aria squealed and Gwen pouted in agreement.

"Oh yeah? And what are you getting?"

"Your name across my forehead, but backwards so every time I look in the mirror I am reminded of you." Harry said so seriously that you would think he was being serious, but Y/N could tell by the affliction in his voice that he was joking.

"I would break up with you if you ever did that, just so you know."

"Wha... Why?" Harry gasped in fake hurt.

"Actually," Y/N sat up to look over his face, pushing back his hair to study his head. "Yeah, to be honest, your forehead is quite big. Could do with filling it out a little."

"Right, you. You just lost cuddle time with Beetroot tonight." Harry tried to be stern, unfolding his arm from around Y/N and turning his back to them, but he couldn't stay mad for long. Not even when he was pretending to be mad.

"No!" Y/N launched themselves over Harry's body, trying to defend themselves and Beetroot.

"I fucking love them so much." Gwen said perfectly.

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

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