#THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED SEEING THE INTRO

[spectraltenkai]

“Name’s ♡♪!?, but that’s a bit hard to pronounce. Just call me Geno after this doll I decided to borrow for the time being. Looked like the strongest, anyways.”

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SO HOW ABOUT THAT NINTENDO DIRECT HUH-?! 27 YEARS!

[loverboybrightsideghost]

reading the sandman comic and then watching the show is so cool. as soon as i watch the show even though it's literally an adaptation of the comic, i'm like "OH MY GOD!! THAT THING THAT WAS IN THE COMIC!!!!!"

[theovalentine]

can you write Jake webber reader and Johnny in a Walmart video and some guy comes up and tries to hit on Y/n and jake gets all mad and there’s a fight?:)

Candle Isle

Summary: Jake texts you telling you, him, and Johnnie are going to Walmart for a valentines themed video and then you get there this guy starts hitting on you.

Pairing: Jake Webber x reader

Tw: violence, blood, random dude being a creep, Jake and Johnnie jokes (if this counts), cussing.

2k+ words

A/N: please note that i haven't written fanfic in a while so this writing might be a little bad but thank you so much for the request!

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Jake had texted you two hours ago asking for you to film a video and Johnnie. He said you guys would go to Walmart and just fuck around and buy a bunch of random stuff for another video for Johnnie’s channel. 

You and Jake had been dating for a few months now so of course you had made small appearances in some videos and filmed for them every now and then but you haven't done a full video with them yet. You were excited and nervous at the same time. More nervous than anything but Jake assured you that he would make sure you were fine the whole time. 

Your phone buzzed “I'm here” 

You gathered your things you needed to leave the house, locked the door, then walked down the stairs of the apartment building and saw Jake waiting for you at the door. Jake hears the door close so he turns around with a smile on his face

“Hey” you say and walk over to him looking up at him slightly. 

“Hey you look good” he puts his hand on your waist and leans down for a quick kiss and you smile into it. He starts leading you to the car holding your hand.

“Sorry we’re a little late Johnnie took forever to get ready” you simply nod and laugh a little bit

Jake walks around the car to the passenger side and opens the door for you and you quickly slide into the seat

“Hey Johnnie what's up” you say as Jake walks around the car to get in the car.

You have known Johnnie for quite a while now just from filming videos with a few of his friends and eventually he became really close with Jake and introduced you guys to each other about six months ago.

Jake gets in the car and we all agree to film an intro in the car at Walmart to be more discreet  because Walmart doesn't necessarily like people filming in the store. 

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Jake eventually finds a parking spot and sets up the camera on the dash. 

“Everyone ready” he puts thumbs up and turns around slightly in his seat to see Johnnie in the back seat.

You and Johnnie both nod and let Jake press record. 

“We are here at Walmart and we are going to look around and eventually I'm gonna get my lady something from the valentine's section” 

“Aww that's sweet” you say and look at jake

“My lady being this hot babe in the back seat” jake pointed at johnnie

“Hell yeah get fucked” johnnie looked at you with your jaw dropped and you laughed

“No but for real this is my valentine next to me and I'm just getting johnnie whatever he wants because he is lonely” Jake joked.

“Dude what the- let's get out of here” johnnie heads to get out.

You all get out of the car and head inside and on the way to the entrance while the cameras weren't rolling Jake turned to you and asked if you were comfortable. You simply smiled and nodded.

Entering the store Jake pulls out his phone to start filming again “okay guys do we want a cart?”

“Can I ride in it?” Johnnie says to the camera

“I know something you could ride” Jake jokes back at him and smirks

“Jake your girlfriend is here take it easy” he slightly whispers 

Jake pans the camera to you and you're just standing there staring at them. They both laugh at you and you just smile while grabbing a cart.

“Hop in” You tell Johnnie 

“Wait actually?” he hops in and you try to push the cart but struggle a little bit

Jake laughs at your struggle “Johnnie i think she's struggling a bit there buddy” Johnnie laughs and hops out the cart 

“Here y/n get in” Johnnie then lets you get in and starts pushing the cart while Jake films. 

Eventually you guys make your way to the candle section

“This is where i lose all my money to y/n” jake looks at you

“Let me get out, I love candles” you hop out of the cart and start looking at candles. Jake and Johnnie are on the other side of the aisle looking at other candles and cracking up over jokes.

“Yall I'm not gonna lie I'm going to piss my pants if i don't go to the bathroom right now” Jake says 

“Okay go we will wait here” Johnnie said 

Jake left quickly and you laughed at his dramatic urgency. Johnnie is only halfway down the aisle from you now, both of you just looking at candles silently.

You are bent down looking at the bottom shelf when you hear two guys behind you laughing. You weren't sure if it was at you but you were not taking that chance so you took your candles that you picked out to put in the cart and then walked over to Johnnie telling him you were slightly uncomfortable. 

You and Johnnie headed to the next aisle over so you weren't too far from where Jake would try to find you. You guys were looking at simple stuff on the shelves when two guys came up to you. You assumed it was the guys laughing just before. 

“Hey Sweetheart” one of these guys came up to you with his friend not too far behind him. He looked to be about college age or maybe just graduated but definitely still had the frat vibe. 

“Uhm Hi” You looked at him confused then turned to look at Johnnie with a weirded out look. He was already on his phone texting Jake about the situation. 

“Is this your boyfriend?” he looked around you to look at Johnnie waving his fingers as if he was  saying hi

“No but-” you tried to say your actual boyfriend was here but he had cut you off

“Oh so you're single” he gave you the most disgusting grin. You turned to Johnnie who had a slightly scared look on his face. You could tell that Johnnie wanted to do or say something about this but you also could tell that he had never been in a fight in his life and was scared to get beat up. You couldn't blame him.

“Well-” he had cut you off again. 

“Because me and my friend here think you're super cute and he bet me that I wouldn't be able to get your number” He pointed at his friend behind him. 

Before you could think of an answer you felt an arm around your shoulder. Looking over you saw it was Jake and his hand was cold from where he had just washed them. Not only did his cold hand calm you but him just showing back up filled you with relief. 

“Yeah she is pretty cute but sadly for you and happily for me she's taken” jake looked at him and tried to lighten the mood

“And you are?” He straightened his posture to ‘intimidate’ Jake but Jake wasn't having it. 

“Her boyfriend. Did you not pick that up from the ‘shes taken’ comment” Jake looked at this guy like he was the most stupid person in the world and removed his arm from around your shoulder. 

“Are you calling me dumb?” The guy cocked his head at Jake.

“Not necessarily but you must be if you didn't pick up on the fact that she didn't want you from how uncomfortable she is” Jake quickly shot back at this guy. 

“Come on she wasn't uncomfortable until you showed up” The guy rolled his at jake

“Hm, Really?” Jake turned to you and you looked down “No i think i know my girlfriend enough to say she was definitely uncomfortable”

“Lets ask her then” this guy leans over and tries to look at your face “huh love are you uncomfortable” you simply try to back up

“Bro don't get in her face like that” Jake pushes his shoulder lightly just to back him up a little bit.

“Hey don't touch me” The guy got angry and Jake steps in front of you to try and seem intimidating. 

“Maybe stop bothering us then” Jake grabs your hand and turns around and you guys try to leave

“Yeah, follow your owner like a pet.” This comment not only upset you but as soon as Jake saw the look on your face he immediately turned around.

Everything was happening so fast that by the time you felt Jake let go of your hand you turned around to see his fist hitting the creeps face. Immediately gasping you try to go and stop him but you feel Johnnie’s hand grab your arm. He didn't want you to get hurt as well.

“JAKE!” you try to stop him but by the time you got to him the other guys friend had already grabbed him and told him they needed to run before the cops got there.

You grab Jake's arm and he is breathing heavily, you turn him around quickly to look at him. 

“Oh my god, Jake you're bleeding” you grab his face lightly not wanting to hurt him

“Oh” he touches his face lightly to see the blood on his fingers

“Come on put your hood on we are leaving” you told him you pull his hood on for him and you guys just leave the cart behind. 

Johnnie follows quietly as you guys make your way out the store to the car. 

“I'm driving okay I'm not letting your drive after that you get that right?” you tell jake and he understands. You all get in the car and you realize he's been pretty quiet. “You good?” you turn to him asking softly and he nods. 

“God jake you have the longest fucking legs in existence” struggling to adjust the car seat. Everyone slightly laughs realizing you're trying to lighten the mood. 

“It's not my fault you're short” he comments back at you.

“I'm not that short” you roll your eyes

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You guys end up at the boys house and everyone gets out and walks in and Johnnie goes to his room. 

“Come on let's get you cleaned up” you put your bag down and grab Jake's hand dragging him towards the bathroom.

You both enter the bathroom and shut the door behind you as he leans against the counter and you walk over to him.

“Where do you want me?” he asks lowly and you could tell he feels bad.

“Well if you stand there i won't be able to reach you” you smile at him and shake your head lightly.

Jake puts his hands on your waist and turns you around and lifts you up onto the counter. 

“Better?” he asks and you think you might lose your mind. 

“Better.” you stare at him analyzing his face and injuries. He has a split eyebrow with dried blood running down his face, he also has a split lip. “Your lip hurt?” you look up at him with caring eyes because of his fresh piercings. 

“Oh yeah I'm not gonna lie I feel like it's gonna fall off” you laugh at him looking at it more deeply.

“Get the first aid kit and I'll clean it up to see if we need to remove the piercing” he immediately leans over to get the first aid kit from under the bathroom counter. As he does this you turn your body to wash your hands. He hands it to you and you set it on the counter next to you pulling out an alcohol wipe. You open it, wrapping it around your finger lightly tapping his eyebrow. After cleaning up his eyebrow you put a butterfly bandage on it. 

“Now the hard part” you pull his lip down lightly and he winces softly. “I think you should take the piercing out just in case” he groans and throws his head back. He had just got another put in because he swallowed the last one. “I know i know but i wouldn't want it to get infected and make your lip fall off, how would i kiss you then??” 

“Okay fine but I'm making you take it out you have smaller fingers.” you take out his lip piercing and clean it up.

“If it wasn't already swollen before it definitely is now” you joke a little “there isn't another injury on the lip he must have just hit the piercing and it got agitated” he puts his hand on your hips and squeezes a little trying not to hurt you. You clean it up a little more and put some ointment on it for now.  

“Are you mad?” he looks down at your lap. You put your hands on his chest in a comforting way 

“A little but also not at all. If that makes sense? I don't really like violence but I also really love a boyfriend who sticks up for me and cares about my comfort.” you rub your hand against his shoulder and tilt your head at him. He looks at you and nods. 

“Okay” he goes quiet for a second “how long until we can kiss again?” you press a light kiss against the corner of his mouth without the ointment. 

“Just a little because I'm not kissing your ointment lip sorry” you smile at him and he groans but then laughs brushing it off. 

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[darleuxox]

soft & tender. ☆ aemond targaryen x fem!velaryon!reader smut

key masterlist ✦ hotd masterlist ✦ intro

warnings: 18+ (no minors i stg) nsft, overstimulation, voyeurism, implied breeding kink, cursing, jealous aemond, possessive aemond, a little bit rough, dysfunctional family dinner, premeditated murder, jace suffers greatly

summary: your betrothed expects his patience to be rewarded, one way or another. watching you dance with someone he loathes feels like the opposite.

word count: 2,012

a/n: r is a velaryon but not related to aemond through blood. aemond you crazy bitch!! sorry if there are errors, i’m still getting used to writing smut. thank you so much for the request @duhitzdae , i hope you like it!

Aemond was tempted to smash his brother’s skull in with his empty wine glass if he had to endure one more minute of his jesting. It felt so foolish to the prince, wasting precious seconds that could be spent with you on people so tawdry in comparison. It wasn’t often that your families indulged in social gatherings, and he had little hope there’d be another time like this in the near future. Although Aemond truly wished it could be under better circumstances that didn’t involve your uncle’s demise, there was literally no time like the present. For too long had the second-born prince endured endless torturous nights dreaming of caressing your soft skin, and laying in your divine arms. He dreamt of venturing through your personage in places he’d kill another man for thinking of. But there was no need to worry about the ladder, your aunt Lady Rhaenys approving of your new engagement with the prince once he asked for your hand. All that was left was to announce your good tidings at this wretched dinner.

Beneath the table his fists clenched in his lap, tension beginning to overflow when yet another servant came through the door. You and your niece Baela were caught up in something with Rhaenys, making the two of you the last guests to arrive. Your time with the prince was often limited to dragon rides somewhere far and secluded from Kings Landing and Driftmark, on the rare occasion that you both had entirely tended to your respective duties. Aemond adored those moments with you, adrenalized and invigorated from flying on Vhagar with you in his arms. In the meantime, all he could enjoy were your letters that carried just enough of your rose perfume for him to imagine you there.

The two grand doors swung open, guards clearing the way for you and Baela to enter.

“There you two are!” Rhaenyra exclaimed, putting her grievances with the Queen aside, “Come sit with us.”

Aemond’s smile swiftly fell as your older brother-in-law, Daemon pulled out a chair for you, right between Jacaerys and Baela.

“It’s a joy to see you again, Y/N and Baela,” Alicent said hospitably. “Rhaenys tells me you’ve both been a great help at Driftmark,” Her smile dropped awkwardly, “And my condolences to your late uncle. What happened earlier was… unfortunate, to say the least.”

“Thank you, my queen,” You replied, your smile warm, “I’m happy to see you and your family in good spirits.” Aemond’s violet eye remained glued on you, softening when you took a moment to beam at him. Whoever thought all angels had wings was surely wrong in Aemond’s book.

Even when your attention shifted towards catching up with Rhaena, the prince basked in your vision. You wore a shoulderless obsidian gown with a cascading neckline that hinted at something delicious beneath. The dim light of the dining hall did no disservice to your beauty, your eyes twinkling as if stars lay beneath them. Aemond was barely listening to a word his grandfather was saying when you suddenly stood up.

Seeing Jace’s hand hold yours was equivalent to watching idly by as you clutched scolding hot coals in Aemond’s mind. He sat up a bit straighter with his jaw clenched and his expression cold but deadly, time moving slow while you began to dance with his nephew.

“Aemond? Don’t you agree with your mother?” Otto asked a little louder.

“...Mhm,” Aemond muttered, stabbing his fork into the steak violently.

First, he’d gain retribution by blinding the young man, so he’d never look at you so sweetly again. How could you be so foolish? Dancing with another man in front of one who deserved you far more. Then Aemond would cut off his right hand, the one placed far too close to your hip. No, No, No – The prince screamed internally, don’t laugh with Jace like that. Finally, Aemond thought, his temptations bloodthirsty, he’d sever Jacery’s Targaryen’s legs. He can’t dance with you again without them.

Once you finally sat down, Jace remained standing, lifting his cup looking triumphant.

“I’d like to make an announcement,” Jace said, “Although Lady Rhaenys could not join us tonight,” he paused, “There is a matter our families have been discussing for a long time coming. I intend to take Lady Y/N’s hand in marriage.”

Judging from your wide eyes, you were in the dark about this. Aemond was ready to weaponize his cutting knife when a servant barged in front of him, presenting a horribly timed and placed meal. Silence suffocated the room except for Lucerys’ giggling. The boy stopped when he heard a startling clang from the other side of the table, where Aemond had stabbed the table hard. Smiling wickedly at Lucerys, Aemond abruptly stood and looked towards Jace.

“I’m terribly sorry, nephew,” Aemond said, “But Rhaenys promised me Y/N’s hand earlier today, actually.”

“Aemond! Why didn’t you tell me?” Alicent exclaimed.

“I,” Aemond proclaimed, overflowing with arrogance, “Wanted it to be a surprise, mother.” He looked directly at Jace, his smile wide but his eye malicious.

“But fret not, you should have no troubles finding another suitor,” Aemond exclaimed, “For Jace, you have grown into a handsome, intelligent…” He looked at his mother, who wanted to die from embarrassment. “Strong man. Haven’t you?”

“Take that back,” Jace growled, looking furious.

“Aemond - stop this at once,” Alicent sternly pleaded with her son.

“I don’t see the problem, mother. I was only assuring my nephew that he’ll find love elsewhere,” Aemond said, “Away from Y/N.”

When Jace tried to lunge at Aemond, the prince pushed him down like nothing. If his family hadn’t intervened, Aemond would’ve beaten Jace into a pulp.

“Aemond!” Otto boomed, “That’s enough. Head to your quarters.”

“...Fine,” Aemond relented, “As long as my lady accompanies me.”

“This is where we’ll be staying.”

You crossed your arms, looking up at him with a frown, “What about your bedroom?”

Aemond gave you a smug little smile, towering over you as he took a step closer and placed a hand on your cheek. his breathing was heavy and staggered, and you could feel his warm breath against your face. “It’s not close enough for Jace to hear.”

You let out a gasp, and you couldn’t tell if it was from disgust or arousal. “Aemond…”

“Mhm,” your betrothed mumbled, burying his face into the crook of your neck while wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. He pulled you in so close you could feel his fingers digging into your flesh. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” he breathed out, “Only for that bastard to do it first.”

Aemond began to press painstakingly light kisses down your neck, having your body shiver at the ghost of his lips.

“If you’re going to kiss me, just do it already,” you giggled, fingers tugging at his platinum locks.

Aemond pulled away from your neck with a boyish smile, “Oh my love,” he chuckled, “I can’t touch you properly if you don’t tell me what you want.”

You wouldn’t have given in so quickly to his possessive urges on any other day, but you knew what you were getting into when you flirted with Jacerys.

Goosebumps invaded your flesh as he removed your nightgown, letting it slide helplessly to the floor. His fingers slid down the sides of your body, stopping at your hips before abruptly lifting you up in a princess hold. “Aemond!” you squeaked, growing dizzy as he gently laid you on the bed.

Kneeling above you, Aemond’s determined expression softened as he admired your body. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he told you, his hands moving to hover above your chest.

Your breath hitched when aemond began to play with your perk nipples, rubbing circles torturously slow onto each nub, often taking a moment to squeeze your breasts with his slender hands.

“So soft,” Aemond muttered in rapture. The room would be silent without your heavy breathing, at least until you released a breathy moan when he began to suck on your tit.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, your hands gripping onto his shoulders.

Aemond was delighted to touch you again, but he needed more for his plan to work. Getting impatient, he used one hand to steady himself as the other one danced on the skin surrounding your pussy. You moaned when he massaged your clit, until he suddenly stopped.

“Aemond!” you whined. He simply unlatched his mouth from your nipple and looked at you innocently.

“If you want something,” Aemond tutted, one hand hovering above your aching clit while the other caressed your lip, “You must tell me what you want, and how much you want it.”

“I want you inside of me,” you begged, “I need you to fuck me.”

“When I needed to fuck you, you were dancing with him,” Aemond said coldly, grabbing your face to look into your eyes, “He’ll know his place when he hears you screaming my name. but first, you need to know yours.”

Aemond became animalistic. Once his patience wore out so did you, panting and moaning loudly as he continued to viciously eat you out as he had done for the past hour. He moved you so your ass was in the air, face pressed flush against the pillow. Not even that could muffle your voice.

“Too much,” you cried, hands clutching at the sheets tightly.

“Just one more. I promise. You want me to fuck you?” Aemond panted out, “Then say it.” He slapped your ass, grabbing hold of your cheeks as he shoved his tongue deeper down your throbbing cunt.

“I want you to fuck me Aemond!”

“Good girl, keep begging,” Aemond moaned, “They should be done with dinner soon. If you like Jace so much give him a taste of what he’s missing, hm?”

After bidding his mother goodnight, Jace tiredly trekked to his room. There must be something he could do, he thought desperately. You’ve been a best friend of his since childhood, and he refused to lose you to his devious uncle. Jace clenched his fist, growing angrier with every step. Maybe a duel would be in order-

“Fuck yes!”

Jace approached the door of his room, his cheeks red and eyes wide. It took the young lord a moment to recognize your voice.

“Gonna fill you up again and again,” Aemond growled into your ear, hands digging into your hips as you continued to bounce, “You’ll still feel it when you see him again,” he snarled, “And you’ll feel it whenever another grubby man puts his hands on you.”

“Yes, yes, yes-“ you blubbered, tears streaming down your cheeks while your head rested on his shoulder, “Just like that!” you sobbed out when he hit your g-spot yet another time tonight.

“Scream my name,” Aemond demanded, pulling you from his neck to look into your teary eyes.

“A-aemond!”

“Louder!”

The Velaryon boy was horribly torn between breaking the door down and beating aemond into a pulp and listening to that delectable voice of yours. He’d thought of fucking you before but now it was all he could think about as he lay in bed alone.

“I’m getting close,” you moaned frantically, hips crashing into his harder and faster.

“I… I think I’m getting close too,” Aemond groaned, “Don’t cum yet.”

He yanked your hair back, forcing you to look at him, “Look at me. Don’t. Cum. Yet.”

It was difficult when your eyes were teary and fluttering from the overstimulation, but you tried your best. In a moment of boldness, your hands slid beneath the straps of his eye patch, gently removing it to reveal his sapphire eye. With anyone else, Aemond would’ve been furious. But knowing just how much you loved him, bought a tender aspect to such rough lovemaking. Pleasure began to swirl in your stomach more and more, finally exploding once he came in you. You both moaned in tandem, his hands gripping your hips as if to ensure not a drop of his seed went awry.

[yuyuswrld]

O Captain, My Captain || 1

series intro here, or read chapter 2

characters: reiner x reader (this chapter), various aot boys x reader.

notes: this is an 18+ series, please don’t interact if you’re a minor! reader is referred to with she/they pronouns.

content warnings: explicit smut, fingering, reiner eating pussy like a god!!, alcohol consumption, degradation, mild slut shaming (?), mentions of marijuana at the end

“Has he always been a bitch?” You question Marco, inhaling bites of your ramen. He shrugs, “We’ve both been on the team since freshman year and I’ve never had a problem with him. Maybe you’re the problem?” He meets with dead silence as you stare up at him from your bowl.

“Funny, Bott. I’m just not looking forward to spending so much time with him, if he behaves like that, anyway.” Exasperation visible, you slump in your chair to think. “It’s not like he’s on the sidelines. He’s the damn captain, which means I have to talk to him a lot.”

Marco shrugs. “You’re being dramatic. He’s a pain sometimes, but he’s not that bad. Just try to be nice to him, please. Eren won’t get any nicer if you’re mean. Plus,” He stops to take a bite of his food, “we don’t have the time for fighting. We’re expected to go to nationals this year, and that’s not happening if you two scare each other off.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Bott. I’ll see you at practice later.” Uncrossing your arms and brushing off your legs as you get up from your seat. Okay, sure, Eren has yet to be anything except slightly dismissive and maybe just a little shit. He hasn’t actually done anything to you. You toss your bag over your shoulder before thanking Marco for the meal and dismissing yourself.

As the time for practice draws closer, you collect your thoughts as you stand outside the cold metal doors of the university’s second largest gym. Sure, you went to a school notorious for its D-1 volleyball, but the gym’s size was excessive. The high rise bleachers felt as if they would swallow you alive and the walls would collapse in. They had before. You remember the bile pool in your throat as the sports cameras flashes ate at your failure and spat you back out. Like a gazelle running from its predator, your body craves to run away from the glorified arena ahead of you.

“The fuck are you standing in the doorway for? Are you going in, or what?” Is it wrong to want to choose violence? Couldn’t he just say excuse me or ask if something’s wrong like a normal person?

Ugh, you should choose peace and not mess up a good opportunity. Just think about the money and all the nice things you can buy.

“I’m obviously just trying to get in your way.” You push the door open and walk into the gymnasium, not bothering with holding it open for Eren. In fact– hopefully it hits him! 

You hear the door fly open again behind you and a bag hits the ground with a loud thud. Eyes landing on the congregation of men in jerseys surrounding a smaller man, you beeline over to them. As you near, the smaller man, who you assume to be Coach Levi, locks his gaze with you. Is he… angry? Concerned? It’s impossible to determine what he’s thinking as he continues to stare.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?”

Your jaw drops. You’ve met more people in your life than you can count and never did a single person start a conversation in such a way.

“Not as far as I’m aware of…?”

“Okay, if you do what Hanna did, I will rip that baby out of your-”

A blond kid speaks up, “Um, Coach, you probably shouldn’t be threatening them on the first day. I just don’t think it’s a good idea to do that when we really need someone to organize our itinerary and keep practice stats. We’re nothing if we don’t have those numbers.”

“Fine, Arlelt. You and Braun stay here, explain how game statistics work and start having her do one-on-ones after. Performance evaluations for all of you.” You watch as Coach Levi’s eyes hover over Eren, who looks less than pleased. You’re not sure what’s going on there, but also can’t bring yourself to care. “Rest of you can go practice.”

As you glance over at the two boys who stayed, it throws you off that you’ve seen both of them before. The little blond one, you’re pretty sure his name is Armin. You’ve seen him walking around with Eren before, but he always looked so out of place in how gentle he is. You’re pretty sure you watched him bump into a trash can and apologize.

The other, however, you don’t think you’ve ever seen a man with such a commanding presence. He’s well-built. You’re pretty sure even a Greek god couldn’t hold up in comparison. You scoff internally, ‘it’s always the fucking volleyball players.’ But there’s something that lingers on your tongue, a conversation revolving around him. Then it hits you, Petra’s gossipped about him before!

“There are some really cute guys on our volleyball team. Did you know that?”

“Not this again, Petra. We’re supposed to be doing our biology homework.”

“Bitch, please. Let me speak. Anyway, there’s this guy on the team, his name is Reiner and oh my god- that is one fine ass man. He’s built like a tank engine. Not only that,” she says, a little giggle follows. “I’ve only heard this from two girls. He says he doesn’t like to hook up a lot, but his head game is insane. Like cum in a minute insane.” 

You stare, “I’m pretty sure that’s impossible, Petra.”

“I don’t know! Hook up with him yourself and you can give me all the juicy details afterwards.” You can only sigh in response, disturbed by your best friend’s inability to study.

But, here he was in the flesh, all 6’2 farmers tan of him. You couldn’t possibly do something so scandalous on your first day, could you? You shake the thought out of your mind as Armin talks.

“Volleyball stats are relatively easy to get the hang of. You just need to watch pretty closely. Even if you do miss something, we record them and you’ll go back through with Eren to make sure everything is recorded properly. Then, you’ll want to convert the numbers of each hit, serve, and pass into percentages compared to how many times it occurred per set.”

Reiner laughs, just a small one, but lord it’s like music to your ears. “Armin, you’re dumping too much info on them at once. It’d probably just be best to just show them the ropes visually and they can go from there. C’mon, let’s have coach set up the camera and record the three-on-three’s that they’re doing now.  We’ll watch the game, I’ll have you watch me record it, and then we’ll go back over it while watching the tape later.”

You nod, feeling just a hint of warmth across your face. Is this even possible, to have a school-girl crush in university? Those days were supposed to be behind you, but you can’t help but have the smallest bit of a smile as you follow him and Armin to speak with Coach Levi.

As you watch Reiner and Armin record the stats, your mind spins with utter confusion. You’re beyond lost, unsure how they’re even keeping up with the sheer amount of movement the players are doing. Dig? Write it down. Set? Write it down. You want to groan, or maybe even just go get dinner as you feel your stomach rumble.

As practice wraps up, your stomach rumbles in pain once again as it craves its next coddling. Reiner glances over from where you two stand, finishing up showing Coach Levi the statistics and getting a dismissive, “make sure it’s right,” instead of an appreciative response. He smiles at you, looking down.

“Gettin’ hungry?” He asks.

“Beyond hungry,” you say, shoulders dropping in defeat. “I’m being tortured. I haven’t eaten since noon. It’s 7 now! It’s criminal that you guys would starve me for so long.” You tease Reiner. He only responds by glancing at the gym door where most of the boys say their goodbyes before tapping out for the night.

“Y’know, I’ve heard I make a mean rice bowl.” 

It didn’t take much convincing for you to follow him back to his dorm room as practice winds down. Upon sitting across from each other at his make-shift dinner table, you learn Reiner is one of the middle blockers, coming at no surprise to you when taking in consideration to his stature. Although, you also learn he was from the countryside and this scholarship was his way out.

“Y’know, I always kinda dreamt of moving to the big city and being able to do what I love. But it’s crazy, man, I still can’t believe I’m here sometimes playing for the top university on the island.” 

Hearing the passion in his voice, you question if it’s right for you to intrude as a manager. Is it okay for you to be in charge of the livelihood of the men who’ve come so far and done so much for their passion? The men who could very well play on Paradis’ Olympic Team in the future? The concern is quickly shoved into your mental locker to be returned to as Reiner asks about watching a movie over some post-dinner snacks and beer. A much needed chance to relax after endless studying, you agree chipperly and move over to his plush couch.

As you two get halfway through Inglourious Basterds, you feel his arm wrap around you and his head turn in your direction. The alcohol running through your system has you heating up just from the skin contact. You blush as Petra’s words return to the forefront of your mind. You turn your head to face him, eyes interlocking with each other. His eyes signal a look of need, not want. You’re not sure if anyone’s ever looked at you like that before. Like a hunter who’ll starve without the meat of the deer he’s trailing.

“You’re so fucking hot” He mutters, you’re surprised a man of his stature can be so quiet. “I don’t think I’ll last with you as our manager.” Reiner closes the gap between the two of you. There’s a slight metallic tinge on his lips, but it’s addicting in the worst of ways and only deepens the experience. You two continue, allowing yourselves to sink into the couch, your body hitting the arm rest. His kiss moves from your lips to your neck, hands beginning to roam until they find purchase underneath your shirt. First, he plays with your bra before making his way under. Reiner moves his lips from your neck gently, almost like he’s scared of making a mistake. He helps you pull your shirt over your head and follows by removing your bra, his delicate touch unhooking the backing.

“You don’t have to be gentle,” you coo to him, lust-filled gazes connecting. “Please, I like it a bit rough, I swear.” He groans into the valley of your breasts.

“Don’t say that shit, I might break you.”

You can only laugh at his words, unfazed by the prospect, if not even more turned on by it. 

“Holy shit, please do,”

“In that case,” He says, voice lower as if weighing his options internally. “Don’t blame me if you limp to practice tomorrow.” Reiner helps you remove your pants before his fingers begin to dance over your body again. The touches are soft as they ghost the outline of your skin, your heart beating as you wait for him to soothe the ache between your legs. You attempt to rub them together for a semblance of friction but his arms find their way to keep them split. His gaze shifts up to you, eyes narrow as if disapproving of your behavior. Reiner’s face then begins to move lower, tongue licking a stripe up the inside of your thigh as his fingers begin to dance over your clit. He moves his face over to meet his fingers, tongue flattening against your clit, which draws a moan of approval from you. It seems evident that it spurs him on further as he begins to speed up his tongue, then switching to sucking your bud and having his fingers delve lower to your hole. Reiner holds eye contact with you as he begins to press one of his monstrous fingers inside of you. 

You can only make a noise of approval as he pushes it further in, approving of how well even one of them feels inside. It heightens your pleasure as he thrusts it forward, keeping his tongue dancing and sucking against your clit in a flurry of movements that have you questioning if Reiner is really a man and not a god in disguise. As he pushes a second large finger in, you cry out much louder than you should be in the dorms. You bite down on your lip to withhold any further noises, but Reiner puts a complete pause on what he’s doing.

“Keep moaning, baby. Let them hear how well you’re getting finger-fucked right now. This is what Armin wanted to be doing to you right now, did you know that?” He lets out a deep laugh, lips and face glistening in the dim lighting of his tv. “Bet you’d like that, though, huh?” His fingers move again and you gasp. “Yeah, you’d fucking love it if I bent you over and fingered you from behind to show off the entire team what a good little pocket pussy you are.”

That’s what tipped you over the edge. In fact, it’s probably disrespectful to feminism that you allow yourself to be finger-fucked while getting off to the disgusting words spewing out of the blond’s mouth. But social constructs be damned if this man didn’t stick his dick in you soon. You clench around his fingers as they continue to move, despite your cum gushing over his fingers.

“You’re fuckin’ nasty. But you’re still not ready for me.”

His face returns to its original spot, blowing hot air on it first as you wriggle at the stimulation. Reiner only adds another finger in response, allowing the three large digits to stretch you out before moving them once again. It feels as if you’re melting around his fingers as your back arches to the stretch. Despite slight discomfort, it’s overwhelmingly pleasurable to feel the expertise in his ways.

It’s not long after he adds another finger that you feel the coil in your stomach once again. As his tongue laps at your clit with a technique unknown to you, you’re about to unravel against his touch once again.

“‘M gonna cum,” you pant out desperately.

“Do it, cum on my fuckin’ tongue.” He replies approvingly, allowing you to take the time you need to ride out the rush to your body. For a second, you feel as if you’re floating in the way your back arches off the couch and your head spins in pure ecstasy. You glance over at Reiner, eyes fixated, as he removes his pants and reveals the thing you’ve been so curious to see. It matches his stature in almost every way, which makes you cringe at the thought of him fitting it in.

“You said you like it rough?” It’s a trap, that much you’re sure of. You glance back down to examine how large he is before you reconfirm, but before you know it, the condom has slipped on and he’s making his way back to you. He asserts his way on top, arms on either side of your head as he leans in to give you a quick kiss. It catches you a bit off guard, the earlier metallic taste has changed into the taste of your own cum and there’s a slight wince as you taste it. You can’t tell if this man is slightly depraved or hot as hell.

“I asked you a question. It’s not nice to ignore me.” 

A loud smack to your clit resounds as you let out a sharp, pleasure-filled gasp. 

“Yes, please,” you whine. It’s slightly pathetic, how you’re behaving for this man, but god be damned if anything were to impede your moment. 

He only grunts in response, lining himself up with your entrance. As he sinks in, you bite your lip to fight the stretch. You attempt to lie back and relax in his touch to allow him in, but he’s just so large. Reiner bottoms out, tip just ghosting against your cervix. He only grants you a few moments to adjust to his size before he’s pounding into you, your cries of pleasure nothing but music to his ears. The tip kissing your cervix is making your brain fuzz beyond anything you’ve felt before, and your walls hug him in intoxicating ways. Reiner grips both of your legs, bringing them onto his shoulders to push in further which earns you a grunt of approval from the larger man. 

He fucks you like he hates you. Every so often, his head falls back, and he lets out grunts of pleasure. His body moves like an artist painting their long-lost lover from only a distant memory, hips ferocious in their assault of your cunt. Reiner flips you over onto your hands and knees after an indiscernible amount of time, your sweat-covered body cringing at the chilly breeze it causes. His pace is still unrelenting from the back, cock feeling as if it’s touching every inch it can inside of you.

“Holy shit,” He cries out. “I’m gonna cum. I wish I could cum inside this pretty little pussy of yours.”

Without another word, except for your moan of approval, Reiner finishes and delicately slides out of you, removing the condom and disposing of it. He arrives back a couple minutes later, towel in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

“So, round two?”

“I’m pretty sure you started my period just now.”

[nancy-reads]

you belong with me

pairing: fred weasley x reader

summary: fred wakes up after a wild night with his team to his phone buzzing nonstop after his latest tweet. Turns out he accidentally invited his old chemistry partner (and long-time crush) to the second game of the season. pining and fluff ensue.

warnings: a tiny little bit of spice at the end (it's really not that much i just want to warn you guys)

authors note: i promise the sequal to am i the one you think about will come out, i just got a bunch of inspiration to write this all of the sudden and wanted to share it with you guys!!

CROSSPOSTED TO AO3

As soon as Fred woke up, he regretted everything. His head was pounding, his throat was dry, and his muscles ached. Every part of him wanted to lie back down and never get up again. 

His memories of last night were fuzzy at best. He was hanging with some of the boys from his team, celebrating after their first game of the season. Many beers were passed around, and for some reason, Fred had a vague memory of the team shouting at him over and over to do it.

Strange. They probably wanted him to take a bunch of shots or something. Usually, he’d be down, but not during football season. He had games to win, and Superbowls to play at. 

Fred opened his eyes and blinked sleepily. As the world came into focus, he realized that his phone was buzzing, and had been for a while. He rolled over, chugged a glass of water, and grabbed his phone.

His jaw dropped as he saw the flood of notifications. 

Fred Weasley’s Secret Crush?

Fred Weasley Invites Mystery Girl to Sunday’s Game Over Twitter

Football Hearthrobb Fred Weasley Has a Girlfriend?!

Holy shit. 

There was only one person this could be about, and he might just die from embarrassment if he was right. You had probably completely forgotten about him, while he still liked all of your Instagram photos on his private account. 

Fred scrolled through his notifications to see what looked like a million from Twitter alone, and a text from nearly everyone he knew. 

Taking a deep breath, he tapped the Twitter app and clicked on his profile.

Fred Weasley @thebetterweasley

never would have gotten to the nfl without my college chem partner @ynln… tickets to the next game on me?

Fred’s eyes widened as he reread his tweet over and over again. He could feel his entire body heating up as he fought the urge to bury his head in his hands. 

He just blew it. Entirely. You would never be interested in him now. You’d just think he wanted the attention, or worse, just for a quick fling.

Fred couldn’t imagine ever only wanting a fling from you. You and your gorgeous hair, beautiful eyes, and the way you talk way just mesmerizing. He could never focus during Intro To Chemistry because you’d be sat right next to him, eyes sparkling and pen flying as you took notes. 

And he saw your grades. You were basically a genius, acing every test and perfecting every project. You were probably in grad school right now or in some sort of job for brilliant people who are saving the world. 

You probably had no idea who he was. 

*

After an embarrassingly long time spent moping, Fred got out of bed and reluctantly headed to the gym to work out. In between reps, he responded to the thousands of texts that he received, either congratulating him or calling him an idiot. 

He definitely knew which ones were right. 

His tweet had millions of likes by now, so there was no chance that you’d missed it. He’d been contacted by loads of news outlets, asking for a quote or an interview or anything about you, and he’d denied all of them. The passive-aggressive text from his manager, Alicia, was enough to make him want to delete every social media account he owned. 

Fred had just finished his last stretch routine and was headed toward the showers when he got a notification.

Y/N L/N @ynln

maybe i’ll swing by…see if we still have chemistry

Fred could feel the heat spread from his neck all the way to his hairline. He wanted to giggle and kick his feet like a lovesick teenager. Maybe he didn’t ruin everything after all?

You tweeted it a minute ago..would it be weird for him to like it immediately? 

Yes. Yes, it would. 

That didn’t make him want to do it any less. 

As Fred headed to the shower, a massive smile adorning his face, he immediately hit the call button because he had to tell someone about this. You responded to his tweet. He wanted to jump around and squeal like a kid with a crush. 

Which was pretty accurate, to be quite honest.

 “George,”

“Freddie, I just finished my workout, is this really that imp-”

“She responded to my tweet!!” Fred nearly shouted. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes shining with excitement. He didn’t recognize himself as he looked in the mirror. His smile was too big for his face, and his ears were bright red. 

“It did have more than a million likes, Fred. I think she kind of had to.”

“Don’t ruin this for me George. I’ve liked her for so long, what do I even do now?”

Fred could hear George’s exasperated smile from miles away. “First, you are going to take a deep breath. You are a cool NFL football player, not a horny teenager. “

“Right. Yes.”

He took a deep breath, but his heart was still racing and the butterflies in his stomach would not go away. Come on Fred, you are gonna be normal about this. You can do it.

“You got that Fred?” George asked. Fred murmured an affirmative. “Okay, now you are gonna get tickets to the VIP booth, four of them.”

“Four? Why-”

“Because one of them is for Mum, as you know she will get there somehow if you’ve invited a girl.”

“That’s fair, actually.”

“Also, the public loves her so I assume that your girl will want to meet her too.” Fred pointedly ignored how his heart raced at the words “your girl.” George continued, “You’re also not going to be the asshole who makes her go alone, so give her a couple tickets for her friends.”

“When did you get so smart with girls?”

George chuckled. “Oh this is all Angelina. I don’t know anything.”

“Yeah, that makes a lot more sense, Georgie.”

“Hey!”

Fred hung up as he orders four VIP tickets for the game. He immediately sends one to his mum, but he pauses before sending it to you. 

see you at the game! you better be wearing red and gold…

Fred added a winky face, then immediately deleted it. He didn’t want to seem too juvenile or worse, weird. His thumb hovered over the blue send button, rereading the DM over and over. At last, he admitted defeat and sent a screenshot to Geoge.

F: does this sound okay?

G: yes. stop worrying.

F: you act as if you were not the same way when you asked angelica to the yule ball

G: shut up

Fred snorted as he switched back to Twitter. He took a deep breath, steeled himself, and pressed send.

*

For the rest of the week, Fred practiced harder than ever. All eyes were gonna be on him this week, and he needed a win. More importantly, you were gonna be at this game, and he knew who he wanted to dedicate his touchdown to.

He’d been thinking about it since that freshman year chemistry class when he was nothing but a rookie tight end, and the NFL was nothing but a dream. The crowd goes wild, but the only person he’s looking at is you.

Christ, when did he become such a romantic?

He felt a smile split across his face when his phone buzzed during a break.

Y: i looked through my closet and i don’t know if i have any red and gold…might have to steal something of yours

F: stay after the game and maybe we’ll see

The two of you didn’t text often, maybe a couple of times a day, but it was always a highlight. Locker room talk had devolved into just making fun of Fred’s puppy dog eyes and lovesick smile whenever he opened his phone. 

Someone from the press got a picture of him smiling at his phone, and the internet exploded even more. 

Fred Weasley Caught Blushing At His Phone During Practice

Fred Weasley’s Smile Has the Internet Swooning

Fred Weasley’s Mystery Girl: Who Is She?

Part of him wanted to feel embarrassed with all the attention, but he was too grateful that you had finally given him the time of day to really think about it. He was laser-focused on every play and worked extra hard at the gym. They would win the game this week, even if it was purely by his will.

*

Fred had never been this nervous for a game before. Every single playoff game, championship, or even the Superbowl hadn’t prepared him for this feeling. 

His girl was up there, and he had to impress you today. 

The crowd screamed louder than ever as he ran onto the field with his team. There were signs everywhere, asking if you were here and making jokes about Fred being a loverboy. He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face as he looked around the stadium, taking it all in.

There was nothing he loved more than football, and having other people love him for it was even more special.

Still, Fred tried to catch your eye in the VIP booth, and his smile widened when he saw you talking to his mum. Embarrassing as it was, everyone loved her, so she was probably the quickest way to your heart. Eventually, though, his mum took pity on him and pointed him out to you.

And shit, your smile when Fred finally looked into your eyes. The two of you were far away, so it was hard to tell, but he already knew it was beautiful. He stared at you, probably for longer than was considered normal until the whistle blew and he was forced to follow his team.

*

This was probably the best game his team had ever played. Everyone was in sync, and the plays they’d worked on all summer were gaining them yards across the field. Everyone could feel the energy in the stadium as people cheered his name.

The only problem, Fred hadn’t yet scored a touchdown. Halftime had just ended, and the team was up thirty-one points. He could feel the coaches wanting to pull him out and let the best people rest while they had such a great lead, however, he silently begged them to let him stay in. 

Just one good play and I’ve got this.

And his chance finally came halfway through the third quarter. They were only a few yards away from the endzone, and Fred knew that this was his chance as Oliver called the play. 

The whistle blew, and Fred didn’t even see the other players as he sprinted into the endzone, dodging anyone who attempted to get in his way. He and Oliver were in perfect sync as he threw the ball straight into Fred’s hands, securing another six points for the team.

The crowd screamed as the touchdown was announced, and Fred couldn’t stop himself from doing a little victory dance. His eyes found your booth as he headed to the sideline, and he blushed from head to toe at your reaction. You were jumping around and screaming with joy (he hoped) and you looked adorable. 

In a moment of confidence, he caught your eye, placed his hand on his chest, and held out half a heart, mouthing “This one is for you.”

Part of him wondered if he was coming on too strong, but the other part was enamored with you as you clasped your hand over your beautiful smile and held half a heart back. 

The crowd let out an “aww” as you showed up on the screen beside him, and he couldn’t stop himself from beaming at the nearby camera. He could feel people tapping away at their phones to post on social media, but he didn’t care. You were cheering for him.

The game continued, and Fred was mostly put on the sidelines to give some of the rookies a chance to play, as it was looking pretty good for his team. He couldn’t stop himself from stealing glances at your booth, so much so that the team was beginning to notice.

“Fred, loverboy, the game is this way,” Lee Jordan teased. 

“Staring at your mom, Weasley?” Andrew Sloper asked.

Even Oliver, who usually had a stick up his ass, joined in on the fun. “God, Fred, you’d think Taylor Swift was here or something.”

Fred was happy to laugh with them. He hadn’t remembered feeling this giddy in a long time, and he couldn’t push the smile from his face. Part of him was eager for the game to be over, so he could go see you. 

Still, his hands shook and butterflies erupted from his stomach when he thought about heading up to your booth. Would conversation flow? Would you even like him in person after all these years? Did you only come for free tickets or for internet clout?

That wasn’t it, he knew. You were too kind, too good to do that when it was obvious how head over heels he was for you. Still, part of him worried.

*

Fred was sure his team was sick of him by now. He’d been agonizing over his hair for the past thirty minutes as he prepared to leave the locker room and finally see you. He’d blown you a kiss as he left the field, and he was wondering if he’d come on too strong, and clearly if his hair was wrong it would ruin everything. 

Maybe he was panicking a little bit. He’d texted you a few minutes ago, giving you instructions on how to get to the family and friends area outside the locker room. He hoped his mum would guide you there, as the last thing he wanted was for you to get lost and attacked by rabid football fans. You didn’t deserve that. 

After a few more minutes, he realized that his hair was hopeless (it looked fine) and decided he would rather not leave you waiting. With a last look in the mirror and a deep breath, he headed out of the locker room.

The area was crowded; full of girlfriends, wives, children, and all sorts of family and friends of the team. There was a buzz in the room of people talking, laughing, and generally celebrating the win. The sounds got even louder as he entered, and Fred could see people acting like they weren’t staring at him.

Still, he wasn’t paying attention to anything but you as you locked eyes across the room. You gave him a shy smile, and he couldn’t stop himself from beaming as he headed straight for you. 

“Hey,” you said. Your eyes were piercing, and very distracting. He couldn’t seem to form a thought as he stared into them.

“Hey,” he said back, stupidly. He hesitated for a moment as the butterflies felt more like stampeding wildebeest in his stomach. “Did you enjoy the game?”

There was a teasing lilt to your voice as you responded. “I don’t know. It was alright, I suppose.”

“Alright?” Fred asked in mock annoyance. He placed a light hand on your back as he guided you out of the family area. “I guess next time I’ll give my free VIP tickets to someone else.”

You snorted. “As if you have someone else to give them to.”

“Hey! I have plenty of people to give tickets to.”

“Like who?” you asked. “Your mom?”

Fred smiled and placed a dramatic hand on his chest. “You dare insult Mother Weasley?” 

You smiled and stared at the ground as you shook your head. “Never. We had a great time hanging out tonight.”

He gave you a soft smile. “I’m glad. I have a feeling that you’re going to be her new favorite.”

As the two of you neared the press area, Fred straightened and pressed his hand slightly closer to your back. He didn’t want to be too forward, however, he knew how aggressive the press could be. “For this next part, just be careful of the reporters. Our security is really good, and honestly,” he chuckled a bit, “I could take most of them, but I don’t want anyone making you uncomfortable.”

You nodded and pressed a bit closer to him, making him blush even harder. 

It was a small hallway, and the press was kept behind some silver barriers that allowed the two of you some space to walk. Cameras flashed and videos recorded Fred and you walking past. You had the prettiest smile in the world, and Fred couldn’t stop looking at you as you gave an especially beautiful one to the cameras.

He’d have to find that photo later. 

Fred was desperate to grab your hand as the two of you walked toward his convertible, but his hands were sweaty and shook at the thought. You looked gorgeous in the moonlight, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from dropping to your lips.  

As the two of you sped off, you looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “I believe I was promised a jersey after the game.”

He smirked. “I’m pretty sure I said we’ll see.”

“So you don’t want to see me in your jersey next game?”

“Who said you were getting invited to my next game?”

“Seemed like someone enjoyed having me there tonight,” you said, looking away from him, a teasing smile on your face.

Fred smiled. “When did you get so confident? I remember it took forever for us to actually talk when we met.”

“I know it may surprise you Freddie, but some of us grew up a bit after college.”

“Really?” he gasped, dropping his jaw. “That's crazy.”

“And,” you added, “some of us have learned how to tell when someone is flirting with us.”

That's when Fred’s jaw dropped for real, and red spread all the way to his ears. He turned back to the road, focusing on driving as hard as he could. Letting you see the giddy beam on his face was not an option. Your hand moved toward the center console, right next to his, and every part of him itched to hold it.

He cleared his throat. “So, uh…how have you been?”

He listened to you describe your life and your job as if he had not been stalking you on Instagram since he met you. It seemed like you had thrived since college, and Fred felt his heart soar when he heard how happy you were. You deserved everything, and Fred silently hoped he would be there to see you get it.

As the two of you pulled into the parking lot, Fred caught you staring at him, biting your lip as he backed into the spot. He smiled to himself as he got out of the car and opened the door for you. 

“Dinner?”

*

Dinner was perfect. Fred couldn’t stop laughing and smiling in your presence, and it seemed like you were having a great time as well. Every so often the conversation would lull, and he would catch you staring at him as the two of you enjoyed your meal. 

He did his share of staring as well, but he hoped that he was less obvious about it. 

(He wasn’t.)

Fred finally found the courage to grab your hand as the two of you were leaving the restaurant, with your head thrown back in a laugh that rocked his world. You just looked so adorable that he had to hold you, even if it was just your hand. 

He knew it was the right choice when you immediately squeezed his hand. He squeezed back, which caused you to do it again, beginning an all-out hand-squeezing war that only ended when the two of you were laughing too hard to continue. 

Christ, your laugh was just so beautiful. You looked so free and so happy when you simply threw your head back and laughed, letting your joy overtake your entire body. Fred could feel himself staring, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to be a part of your sunshine. 

Too soon, you stopped laughing and just stared back at him. He held your gaze for a moment, letting his eyes flick to your lips every so often. He stepped closer to you. Close enough to touch you. Close enough to lean in…

Close enough to kiss you. 

You’re eyes slid shut as Fred leaned in and placed a hand under your chin to tilt your face up to meet his. Slowly, so terribly slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

Your lips were soft, and they seemed to meld with his perfectly. Fred could feel his pulse racing as you tugged on the lapels of his jacket to get closer. Christ, he just wanted to be closer to you, closer, and closer.

You opened your mouth slightly, and Fred took that opportunity to part your lips and deepen the kiss. He felt you inhale sharply and panicked for a moment until he heard your small moan at the movements of his tongue. All Fred knew was that he wanted to hear that sound again, and again, and again until you couldn’t make it anymore, until you were tired and sick with pleasure-

You gasped as you pulled away from him. Your lips were raw and red, matching the blush that colored your cheeks. It was silent for a moment as the two of you gazed at each other. 

Fred smirked. “So…do you think we still have chemistry?”

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

✨The MHA Boys Go To The Eras Tour With You✨

Lol I just had to do this, please bear with me! I just watched The Eras Tour film and my MHA brain rot kicked in. Here's a few headcannons of how the MHA guys would react to being taken to the Eras Tour as your boyfriend. Spoilers: They're all weirdly into it. And some of them even plan out couples costumes! Gasp!

⚡️⚡️Denki Kamanari⚡️⚡️

Ok there is no doubt in my mind here - Denki is absolutely a Swiftie. He read all of the blog posts detailing hacks and tips to get tickets for the show, and he preregistered for a sale code the minute he was able to. He has half of Class 1A sign up for presale codes so that he can have the most amount of chances possible to enter for a spot at the show.

He's absolutely over the moon when he scores you both tickets to the upcoming concert. He asks you to help him make a Pinterest board so that you can come up with the perfect Eras outfits (he wants to do Lover). Guess what? You go as Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince. He's decked out in a glittering blazer with a bejewled plastic crown and he's thrilled. He picks out a matching flashy dress for you to wear, and keeps complimenting how absolutely gorgeous you look in it the whole night.

He's all about taking photos of your 'fits in front of the stadium and blushes every time he gets a compliment from a fellow swiftie. When Taylor takes the stage, he nearly faints. As she starts playing Lover he holds you close and tells you that he's so glad you both get to share the special night together.

🖤🖤Hanta Sero🖤🖤

Sero really doesn't get what all the hype about Taylor Swift is about, but of course he's willing to go to the concert with you. The man loves live shows - but you need to tell him to leave his vape pen behind for fear that you won't get let into the stadium if he's caught with it ("But babe, getting high at a concert is part of the experience!).

You get him a plain black t-shirt with a small snake icon on it. He doesn't get it, but he shrugs and promises to wear it. When you get to the stadium, he's really overwhelmed and intrigued by all of the glittery, feathery costumes. He spends a lot of time trying to figure out how his snake shirt fits into the mix since all he sees is hot pink and red regalia. He smiles and waves gamely at the other swiftie boyfriends in attendance and makes more than a few bro friends while in line for a beer.

When the show starts, he is immediately impressed by the production value of the whole thing. When Taylor steps out onto the stage in her glittering bodysuit, his jaw drops and he turns to you accusatorially "BABE! I never realized that she's hot!?" You both laugh as she sings her way through the Eras.

When Love Story comes on, he wraps his arms around you and says "I remember this one from when we were kids! Makes me think of you." He plants a kiss on your cheek and you grin.

Finally, the intro music for Reputation queues up and an animated snake curves it's way across the stage below you. Sero grabs your arm excitedly as he realizes the snake on his shirt matches the stage. When Taylor comes out and kills the choreography for "Are You Ready For It?" Sero turns to you with stars in his eyes and says "This is the coolest concert I've ever been to. Thank you so much for bringing me!" By the time Karma comes around, he is fully dancing in the aisles alongside the rest of the swifties, completely wrapped up in the moment as confetti rains down on the crowd. When you get home, he buys you matching Reputation era sweatshirts on Etsy to commemorate the night.

"Babe - maybe you can get one of those sparkly bodysuits like Taylor wore?"

"Sero - I have absolutely no place to wear something like that."

"I can think of somewhere you can wear it." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively as he pictures a bejeweled bodysuit tightly hugging your frame.

💚💚Izuku Midoriya💚💚

Izuku has no idea who Taylor Swift is. Why would he? She's not a Pro Hero.

Once you excitedly show him your hard-won tickets stored in your Ticketmaster app, he realizes how important the concert is to you. We all know Izuku is great at hyper-focusing on a topic until he masters it - so for a month straight Taylor Swift is his obsession.

He starts an Eras Tour specific notebook and spends lunch breaks interviewing everyone at Lunch Rush about their favorite Taylor Swift songs and eras. He spends time online gathering data and drawing up little charts, guessing at what songs might make the set list. He's disappointed when he can't find any interviews online that feature her choosing the best Pro Hero, so he decides that her favorite is likely All Might (the only valid choice).

He listens to each album in full, starting with Debut and ending with Midnights. He's thorough, and learns the lyrics to the chart toppers off of each album. He's so excited to impress you with all of his Taylor Swift knowledge and fun facts at the show, that he forgets he needs to dress up for it. When you both arrive at the stadium, he whisks you off to one of the merch lines so that he can grab an official Eras Tour t-shirt. He needs to be appropriately dressed for this occasion in order to prove his dedication to you and, by extension, to Taylor. You tell him that it doesn't matter what he wears, you just want him to enjoy the show with you.

When the show starts, he is bouncing off the walls. From time to time, he'll bend down to whisper an obscure fact or data point about Taylor's meteoric rise to the top of the music charts. A few eras into the show, he stops sharing fun facts - that's how you know he's legitimately enjoying the show.

He tries his best to dance along, but even with the moves he's picked up from Mina he's a truly terrible dancer. He doesn't seem to care, though, as he throws back his head to belt out the bridge to "You Belong With Me" while shaking his hips. You smile at how much he's enjoying the concert - you haven't seen him let loose like this in a long time.

Finally, when the performance for Vigilante Shit starts to kickoff, you notice a deep blush settle across Izuku's cute freckled face. Without taking his eyes off the stage, he leans down to whisper in your ear: "I didn't realize that this song was so...sexy?" You crack up and he grins sheepishly, watching Taylor straddle a chair. He then boldly says: "Maybe you can do some of these moves when we get home?" Your loud cackle of a laugh is drowned out by thousands of swifties singing along around you. You tilt your head up to kiss your boyfriend hard on the lips. He threads his fingers into your hair and deepens the kiss.

You pull away, craning your neck to take in more of the killer choreography before turning back to face him. "I like concert Izuku. I'd like to see more of him." You say, and he blushes even more furiously.

💥💥Katsuki Bakugo💥💥

Katsuki loves concerts. You know this because he's dragged you to countless shows across the past 6 months of dating. He loves all genres of music - pop, rock, sad boy emo, heavy metal. You name it - he's heard it. Even so, you're a little apprehensive to ask him to go to the Eras Tour with you. It just doesn't seem like his scene - glittery, screaming fans making heart eyes and painting "13s" on their hands just seems like something he would not enjoy.

"Hey dumbass! Why didn't you tell me you got Taylor Swift tickets!?" Katsuki angrily bursts into your dorm room one Friday night, looking pissed as usual.

"What? Who told you?" You look up from your laptop, surprised.

"Mina! She said you've had them for weeks! Why wouldn't you tell me?" He sounds more hurt than angry now.

"Kats...I didn't think you'd be interested to be honest!" You get up and cross the room, taking his face in one of your hands. "Do you want to go?"

"Not if I'm your second choice!" He's defensive, but his face has softened at the physical contact.

"Babe - you're always my first choice. I just didn't think you'd enjoy her music style and all of the girly vibes." You pull him into your room and shut the door to keep nosy dorm-mates at bay. You motion for him to sit down in your desk chair and you hop onto your bed.

"That's pretty sexist of you!" He has you there.

"Kats - do you want to go or not?"

It turns out Katsuki has been trying to get Eras Tour tickets for months but to no avail. He is dying to go to this show since it's being lauded as "the biggest stadium tour since The Beatles played Shea Stadium!" As a music lover, it would be a crime to miss such a spectacle.

A week leading up to the concert, you can tell he's getting pretty excited. He's made you read through the setlist with him at least twice. He's trying to guess what the surprise song might be - hoping you get to hear something exclusive so that he can brag about it online. You laugh at this - even with concerts he's so damn competitive.

You're most surprised when he shows up at your door one day with a big cardboard package from Etsy. "I got us some shirts for the concert." he says gruffly, pushing his way into your room. He pulls out two dark purple tees - one that says "Karma is My Boyfriend" and the other stating "I'm the Boyfriend" in bold font. He smiles sheepishly up at you, a rare moment of vulnerability as he waits for your approval. "Katsuki...these are so cute! Literally this is perfect." His mouth quirks up into a smile at the praise, he's clearly pleased with himself.

Before you know it, you're taking a couples pic in front of the stadium in your matching purple Karma shirts and jeans. You snap a few pictures and press your lips to the side of his jaw, leaving a ruby red lipstick stain. "Ugh - come on!" he groans, wiping the lipstick off his face with the back of his hand. He makes a show of being annoyed, but you know he secretly loves being doted on like this.

He goes crazy during the show - he's extra appreciative of the pyrotechnic display during Bad Blood. He gets especially quiet during the Folklore era, and you can see how much he loves watching the grace of the dancers as they swirl across the stage during The Last Great American Dynasty.

You notice that he loves watching you dance and belt out the lyrics to every. single. song. He has this adoring look on his face as he looks at you. You knew he loved going to concerts - but you quickly realize that he loves going to concerts to spend time with you.

At the end of the night, he pulls you into an Uber and plants a soft kiss on your mouth in an unexpected show of public affection (Katsuki is not huge on PDA, he prefers private moments of intimacy with you). "Thanks so much for bringing me, babe. I can't even describe how much I enjoyed that show. Did you see the flamethrowers during that one song!? Insane!" Katsuki has glitter in his hair, and a smile stuck on his face.

You spend the rest of the ride home recounting favorite moments from the show and grinning at each other.

[internetaddict104]

My live thoughts on Deadpool and Wolverine

* I’m torn between wanting to fangirl over the fight scene and wanting to sing and dance to *NSYNC

* Also I’m crying at the shots of DP doing the Bye Bye Bye choreo cut into the fight 😂

* The Iron Man helmet covering Tom in the photo with RDJ 😂

* Hearing Matthew Macfayden’s natural British accent is so jarring after watching Succession

* Wait I’m so confused on how Wade was interviewing for an Avengers position with Happy on Earth 616 and then it cuts to 6 years later on Earth 10005

* Wambsgans being the villain is insane

* This movie takes place within 3 days?

* DID THEY JUST REFERENCE THE OSCAR SLAP

* The little cgi Logan is so jarring

* *turns around* “I’m Marvel Jesus you dull creature and I-“ *gets bitch slapped by the Hulk and dies*

* HENRY CAVILL WOLVERINE VARIANT HOLY SHIT

* CHRIS EVANS?!?!?!?!?!

* IT IS CHRIS I’M FUCKING CRYING I LEGIT JUST STARTED SMILING

* JOHNNY STORM CHRIS EVEN FUCKING BETTER

* Did he just die

* I knew Wolverine was gonna just slice Sabretooth’s head off but I’m still sad there wasn’t any real fight

* Oh thank God Johnny is still alive

* Wait where’s the rest of the og FF? Where is my Ioan Gruffudd, Jessica Alba, and Michael Chiklis???

* Fuck she killed Chris 😭 I knew it was coming but it still hurts

* Why do I lowkey feel like whatever this Logan did to fuck up his world is gonna be something jokey and/or stupid

* Lady in Red playing during Dogpool’s intro 😂

* Also I did not know Dogpool was a girl

* The intro to The Greatest Show on the radio 😂

* There’s a lot of random music in this movie and idk if I’m really feeling it

* I saw a Scarlet Witch statue… 👀

* Oh shit Garner Elektra

* WESLEY SNIPES?!?!?!?! IS HE REAL OR CGI

* CHANNING TATUM GAMBIT ❤️❤️❤️

* My jaw literally dropped for these 3 I’m dead serious

* Oh this is where X23 comes in

* Wait is this Laura the same one from Logan or is she a variant

* So he’s the worst Logan because he went to a bar and the rest of the XMen got killed by humans? That’s so stupid he wasn’t even there like he didn’t lead the humans to them or run away

* Should I know who the purple girl with Cassandra is bc I feel like I should they keep focusing on her

* Should I know the bearded guy in the striped tank top bc they keep focusing on him too and I don’t recognize him

* Wait so Logan did run away when the XMen were attacked?

* Wait Logan betrayed the XMen?

* Huh so the portal was just white anyway it wasn’t an editing trick to hide anything in the trailer

* I know I should know who Pyro is but I don’t 😭

* Did they digitally elongate Emma Corrin’s fingers bc they look way too long

* Cassandra without the coat looks so sickly idk why the coat made her look fuller

* Logan’s disgusted look when Wade and Dogpool reunite 😂

* Oh I was wondering when Ladypool would show up

* I need to know if any famous actor is in the Deadpool Corps

* Logan holding Dogpool as far away from him as possible like a dirty dishrag 😂 he’s so disgusted by this dog

* WAIT LADYPOOL SOUNDS LIKE BLAKE

* Why is Kidpool a girl

* Cowboy Deadpool sounds familiar too who is he

* THE COWL 😭❤️

* I can’t make out what Blind Al says during the Deadpool fight and I really wanna know what she says 😭

* PETERPOOL

* So Logan is gonna sacrifice himself isn’t he

* Yeah I knew Wade would go in Logan’s place over the heartfelt speeches began

* And Wade isn’t gonna die he can’t he’s too popular

* Oh they both went

* Logan’s top disintegrating 😂

* “You look damn good in that suit” “I’m so sorry” I love Peter

* Wait that’s so cute they’re all in the main universe now (or Wade’s universe idk if they’re the same yet or not)

* I need to find the post credits scenes apparently they were leaked online but I can’t find them anywhere please I wanna watch them I read what they are but I still wanna see them myself

[drowningsailors]

songbird.

This is just a semi-angsty little ficlet for my OC, Siren. I'll do a proper intro post for her soon but for now I hope you all enjoy the fluff mush.

In these rare quiet moments, Homelander finds he’s genuinely the happiest he’s ever been. Having Siren in his bed, in his arms, has become a frequent nightly occurrence. He never imagined she would become so important to him when she joined The Seven. In fact, there were moments when he wanted to throttle her. 

But alas, she grew on him. His little songbird. 

Like the flutter of butterfly wings, Siren’s kisses are light and tender all at once. He finds himself at a loss over how her touch can convey her feelings so clearly without ever uttering a single word. She gazes at him as if he were a priceless work of art, committing every feature to her memory. 

The way she treasures him takes his breath away every time. 

Still, he was scared to let himself get too comfortable and enjoy her. He was too consumed with when the other shoe would drop. Would he lose Siren the way he’s lost everyone else he’s ever brought himself to care about? Happiness was fleeting for him. Inevitably, it managed to slip through his fingers sooner or later. And then, he would be back to being painfully, unbearably alone. 

Unloveable. 

He'd tear anyone to shreds who dared try to take her from him. But the thought of losing her made his stomach churn. He screws his eyes shut, and his jaw twitches as he tries to swallow back the lump forming in his throat. Before he knows it, he’s crying. He hears Siren sigh softly, followed by her soft hands cupping his face. 

“Hey, look at me,” she urges him gently, her voice soft and soothing. 

He does as she asks, and she can see the storm brewing in those blue eyes she's loved for so long. She knows that pained expression well. She's experienced that same gnawing feeling of unworthiness more times than she cares to remember. The weight of it is heavy and unforgiving. 

”You deserve to be loved.” 

He falls apart as soon as the words leave her lips, and she immediately pulls him into her arms. He buries his face into the crook of her neck as his tears soak her skin. She knows she can't undo what has been done to him. But she can love him. She can love him with every fiber of her being. She offers it to him freely like an endless well to drink from whenever he pleases.

I love you, I love you, I love you.  

She strokes his hair and holds him close, each quiet declaration reassuring that she's not going anywhere and that he is worthy. He's not entirely sure what he did to deserve this, but he'll allow himself to enjoy this moment with his little songbird.

His Siren. 

[merrybloomwrites]

Harryween

Summary: Harry dons a Dorothy costume for Harryween and reader thinks he's never looked better.

Warnings: Smut, p-in-v sex

AN: My fyp was full of Harry in his Dorothy costume this morning so I decided to write the filthiest thing I've ever written at 6a.m. Enjoy!

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In the time that you and Harry have been together you’ve seen him wear hundreds of different outfits. From the sweats he relaxes in at home to the fancy clothes he puts on for events and his concerts, everything looks good on him.

But nothing could have prepared you for October 30, 2021. 

You’ve been to plenty of Harry’s shows, and while you sometimes stay backstage while he gets dressed, more often than not you leave before that so you can be surprised by his attire just like everyone else. This has led to a fair number of times where you’ve had to quickly calm yourself to keep your jaw from literally dropping. 

But tonight. Harryween night one. This is by far the hardest night to keep your cool. The second Harry skips on stage in his Dorothy costume everything else fades away. You’re so focused on watching him that you don’t even hear the first song or the screaming fans around you. All that exists is Harry. Harry in that little dress with the cute tights and delicate bloomers. Harry with his hair in a bow and blush on his cheeks. Your thoughts are absolutely sinful. And they stay that way. 

Normally you have a pretty good grasp on yourself. Even when your boyfriend is literally hip thrusting and sliding his hands down his toned body on stage, you can get your mind out of the gutter. But not tonight. No matter how hard you try, nothing is helping to get rid of the now persistent ache in your belly. Because the show is more than halfway over, and you’ve been turned on the entire time to the point that it’s becoming painful. There’s nothing you can do to try and ease the tension and you feel like you’re putting on just as much of a show as Harry is in order to hide your dirty thoughts. 

All through the show your mind was playing through different scenarios of what to do when you get him alone in your hotel suite. At first you thought this might be a night to pull out your strap on and harness. You imagine how pretty he’d look under you, his skirt hiked up as you slide into him over and over.  You think of the face he’ll make when you find that special spot, how his chest will turn as pink as his cheeks. 

Even though his outfit was inherently “feminine” he had never before looked so manly, so in tune with his masculine side. That was the moment you realized you needed him inside of you; needed him as hard and as deep as possible. Unfortunately, this realization was during the third song of the night and you knew you’d be suffering in want for well over an hour. 

You’re practically weak in the knees by the time the intro to Kiwi starts, and the second the last note is played you rush to the car that’s waiting for you and Harry. 

You make it there a minute before he does and the anticipation of him joining you in the enclosed space dressed the way he’s dressed has you even more turned on. 

He slides in the backseat next to you. And it’s torture. Because there’s still the driver and security guard in the front seats and now you can see Harry up close, and he looks even better than you thought. In addition to the makeup, he has a post-show glow and you find yourself taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart. 

“You alright? Your cheeks are as pink as mine.” Harry’s sudden words startle you out of your daydreams and into reality. 

You look into his eyes and his concerned face immediately turns into a knowing smirk. He can’t say anything he wants to, not with company in the front of the car, but he can’t pass up an opportunity to tease you. He slides a hand to your thigh under your poofy skirt and slowly drags it up. When he reaches your center he ghosts his fingertips over your panties. He doesn’t even need to slip inside of them or put any pressure to feel how wet you are. They’re absolutely drenched. You’re dripping with arousal, probably have been for nearly two hours. The realization sends Harry blood south, and he’s grateful that all his layers should hide his growing erection.

The rest of the car ride, as well as the time in the elevator, is charged with sexual tension. Finally, you’re in the privacy of your hotel suite. Before you even get to the bedroom you’re on him, desperately pressing kisses to his lips. He follows your lead for a moment before pulling back, deciding that he still wants to tease you a bit. It’s been a while since you were so worked up and he loves to see you this way, to know the effect he has on you.

You try to pull him in for a deep kiss but he’s only allowing small pecks. You finally groan in frustration, and he has the nerve to ask you what’s wrong. His voice indicates he knows exactly what he’s doing, and part of you wants to slap him for being such a tease. But a bigger part of you just wants to do whatever it takes to get him into bed. So you refrain from violence.

“Please,” you say, not above begging at this point.

“Please what?” he asks, even though the flush of your cheeks and fully dilated pupils alone are enough to tell him what you want.

“I need you.”

“Ah, so you’re a needy little thing tonight huh? What’s got you feeling this way?”

“You, Harry.”

“Hmm, I think it’s something else. What specifically has you so worked up?”

You roll your eyes at this, how he keeps asking questions he knows the answers to just to tease you and delay giving you what you really want. You play along, hoping that it will speed up this process.

“It’s this outfit, okay? The dress and the bloomers and the tights and the makeup and the hair and all of it! Not sure what it says about me that you in a dress is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but fuck, this is literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I’ve been turned on since the second you stepped on stage and it’s honestly becoming painful at this point so can you please, please, fuck me? And don’t act like you’re not horny too, cause your dick’s obviously hard enough to tent that skirt even with the layers underneath.”

After that outburst Harry just stares at you for a moment while you catch your breath.

“Yea, you’re not wrong,” he says simply with a shrug before giving in. He lifts you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom.

He lays you down on the bed and crashes his lips into yours. Your mouth immediately opens as you let out a satisfied moan, happy to finally be connected to him. His tongue slides against yours as his hands roam your torso. You slip your hands into his hair, careful not to mess up his bow or smudge his makeup. He helps you out of your outfit, lips never straying too far as he sponges kisses onto each bit of skin he reveals.

You’re loving every second of this, but your body is begging for more.

“Please, Harry, I’m so empty. I need you.”

He can’t pretend like your words don’t drive him absolutely wild, and he rushes to slide off his bloomers, tights, and underwear. He sees you pout and says, “Lovie, I can’t fuck you with three layers of clothes covering my dick.” Even as aroused as he is, he can’t help but be endeared by the cute, disappointed look on your face.

You know he’s right and grudgingly reply, “Fine. But the dress stays on.”

“Of course the dress stays on,” he agrees before crashing his lips back to yours. Now free of his undergarments, he lines his cock up with your dripping entrance. You cry out in relief as he slides into you. Your eyes slam shut with the intensity of finally getting what you want, but once you realize what you’ve done you open them again. You don’t want to miss a moment of this.

Harry looks downright ethereal above you. He’s practically glowing and his muscled arms and chest peaking out beneath the dress are driving you wild. The skirt billows between you both with every thrust, tickling your belly in a new sensation that’s somehow adding to the pleasure.

He’s setting a fast pace, one that’s normal for you both, but tonight you want more. You want him to completely let go.

“Harder,” you say, sounding nearly breathless already.

Harry gives you a look before asking, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, please, go harder,” you say more firmly this time.

His mouth meets yours again in a searing kiss and he listens to you, pounding into you harder and faster that he ever has before. There’s a second where you wonder why you’ve been holding back all this time, but after a few thrusts you are no longer capable of such deep thinking. All you know is Harry, his mouth and tongue on yours, his cock slamming into you in a way that has your mind whiting out. He knows you’re close and goes to slide his fingers against your clit. For a moment he has trouble getting under his dress but finally hits his target.

It only takes another minute before you come so hard that you’re seeing stars. Your back arches and mouth opens in a silent scream. Harry presses kisses to your face, neck, chest, anywhere he can find as he continues to trust into you chasing his own end. You’re coming down from your high, riding out the aftershocks when Harry reaches his orgasm. You watch as his eyes, so delicate with his makeup, slam shut, and his pretty pick lips drop open. More pleasant shocks roll through your body as you feel him emptying inside of you.

You both catch your breath before Harry slides out of you. Even though he’s gentle you still hiss at the slight discomfort.

“I’m so sorry, did I go too hard?” he asks.

You smile and shake your head, saying “No, baby, that was perfect. You were perfect. Exactly what I wanted.” He smiles in reply, pressing a simple kiss to your forehead before he gets out of bed. He reaches a hand towards you and says, “Shower with me?” Even though you just want to fall asleep, you can’t say no to that invitation.

You follow him to the bathroom, and he turns the shower on before taking the clip out of his hair. He sees you pouting again and doesn’t need to ask what the problem is. “I can’t live in this dress forever,” he tells you with a laugh.

“I know. That’s probably a good thing. Don’t think we’d ever get anything done if you looked like this all the time. Can I help you take it off?”

“Of course, baby,” he replies.

After showering, you’re laying together in bed. Harry plugs his phone into the charger and sees that it’s after midnight.

“Happy Halloween lovie,” he says, and you wish him the same.

A few minutes later Harry’s snoring gently beside you and you realize that there’s another show the next night. You fall asleep praying he doesn’t wear another dress; you’re almost positive you wouldn’t survive if he did.   

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[sameschmidtdiffname]

MORE EPISODES OF MORNING WOOD (affectionate and also no pressure)!!!!

[The chorus to Chappell Roan's old classic 'HOT TO GO!' Plays over the title card of a green neon sign,

Morning Wood!

Hosted by Johanna Mason & Peeta Mellark

[[This is a crack fic based off of my Chaotic Hunger Games Headcanons that I've created in collaboration with @waywardangel-wilds and @triassictriserratops. This is not meant to be taken seriously or stick closely to canon. Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times, and please enjoy the show.]]

In the background you can clearly see Johanna forcing a cheap, foam parrot with bright feathers falling off of it the more Johanna fiddles with the item, trying to attach it to Peeta's prosthetic leg that sits on top of the wooden desk that they sit behind meant to look similar to the news anchors on Capitol News Nightly. Johanna and Peeta are both wearing heart shaped sunglasses and obnoxious fur coats despite it being July. Both items are in their respective favorite colors, orange for Peeta, and the most obnoxious pink for Johanna. No one knows if she prefers this color or if Peeta just detests it so much she enjoys annoying him with it.]

Peeta: (Amused with Johanna's efforts, hands in his lap in a pompous manner.) Having fun, Jojo?

Johanna: (Clearly irritated, the cursing under her breath becoming more audible as the intro music begins to fade away.) It's this fucking material, the plastic is too smooth. (She gives up, throwing the cheap parrot at Peeta and smacking her hand against the table to rid herself of the bright feathers that stick to her skin. After a few beats she gives up, accepting them as a new part of her look while turning to face the camera.) Good morning, New Panem, and welcome to another episode of your favorite show hosted by the hottest prostitutes you know, 'Morning Wood!'

[Peeta blinks quickly as he processes Johanna's words, opening his mouth to respond but being cut off before he can.]

Johanna: I'm your host, Johanna "Don't Call Me Jojo or I'll Kill Your Fucking Children" Mason. (Turning her swivel chair towards Peeta, addressing him directly while keeping her mouth close to the mic.) I'm serious. I've done it before, I know how to murder people.

Peeta: (Looking at her blankly as though she's slow.) Yes, Johanna. I know.

Johanna: Yeah.

Peeta: That was how we met.

Johanna: I just wanted to make sure you knew that you were in a room with someone that has a body count.

Peeta: We- (He sighs shortly.) We both have a body count.

Johanna: Who the fuck is We?

Peeta: We literally-

Johanna: Who the fuck did you kill?

Peeta: I-

Johanna: Two grown ass men who'd lived their lives?

Peeta: (Unsure.) Pr- probably? I don't- do you-

Johanna: Literally doesn't count.

Peeta: (Visibly irritated.) How-

Johanna: Anyways. Now that we've discussed Peeta was somehow in the Hunger Games and so undesirable that literally no one wanted to get killed by him. (Johanna leans into the mic.) Couldn't be me.

[Peeta throws his hands up into the air as though to say he gives up, then glances at the camera, glaring over his rhinestoned glasses while pressing his lips into a thin line. He is obviously unamused.]

Peeta: (Looking behind the camera to shift his glare despite no one being there.) I'm not a prostitute, by the way.

Johanna: (Turning towards him.) That ugly?

Peeta: (Turning his chair back to hers again.) Ugly enough to be put into a political marriage while your ass was working the corner in that cheap ass coat.

[Johanna's jaw drops, her glare hard as she tries to think of a response. Peeta smirks smugly, turning back to the camera and lifting his glasses to rest on top of his head while he speaks, unfazed.]

Peeta: It's Tuesday, July 2nd today, meaning that Thursday will be July 4th. Tell me, Johanna, can prostitutes do the math to tell me what that day means?

[Peeta glances at Johanna, who is still stunned by his previous statement. Peeta doesn't offer her a chance to respond, quickly looking back to the camera to continue speaking.]

Peeta: Didn't think so. July 4th used to be Reaping Day, a day known to many people including Johanna and I as what used to mean worrying for ourselves, our loved ones and our community.

[The tone has turned slightly serious. Photos from before the Revolution of children from ages 12-18 crowded in front of their Districts Justice Hall fade in and out on the screen, Peeta nor Johanna speaking for a moment as they themselves watch and remember.]

Johanna: (Starting to gather her bearings.) Unless you're Peeta. Then it was a fucking speed dating event.

[The photo montage ends, revealing Johanna smirking at Peeta, who once again looks slightly unamused.]

Peeta: Yeah, well. Who's strategy got who into sex trafficking?

Johanna: Who's strategy had who crying like a little bitch in front of Panem because they couldn't handle stabbing a couple kids?

Peeta: (Furrowing his brows in confusion.) Yours.

[A new image is displayed on the screen, a semi-blurry screenshot from the news footage of 16 year old Peeta Mellark visibly crying as he is escorted to the train station after his first reaping. A crying baby sound effect plays over the image, muffling Peeta's vocal protest in the background. The image fades away, showing Peeta now looking at Johanna with one hand raised in self defense.]

Peeta: I was sixteen, I thought I was gonna die!

Johanna: And yet, you were ugly.

Peeta: That... whatever, you're distracting me. (Turning back to the camera.) Go away.

[Johanna smirks to the camera, chuckling as she shrugs like she knows she's won. She has.]

Peeta: Reaping Day. Jesus. Got me off track, someone fire her.

Johanna: Speaking of firing, someone needs to do it to this genius who thought it was an awesome idea to turn the Mockingjay's memoir, published only last Memorial Day,- (She turns to Peeta for a moment, stage whispering into the mic.) That's what it's called now.

Peeta: (Stage whispering into his mic as well.) I know.

Johanna: (Turning back to the camera and speaking at normal volume.) -Into a-

Peeta: (Still whispering.) I was there when they named it.

Johanna: (Not acknowledging him.) Into a-

Peeta: You'd know this if you'd fucking show up to something.

Johanna: (Stiffling a laugh, trying to look irritated.) I was busy that day.

Peeta: Being a loser.

Johanna: (Starting to crack.) I was fucking your wife.

Peeta: My wife was with me, Jojo. (They're both starting to laugh now.) Pick another struggle.

Johanna: I was...

Peeta: Uh huh?

[They both laugh loudly, Johanna obviously a bit embarrassed.]

Johanna: I was... hungover.

Peeta: (Surprised.) You were hungover?

[Johanna looks at him meekly, hiding her smile behind her hand as she nods. Peeta looks at the camera, jaw dropped.]

Peeta: You missed a government official announcement because you were seriously hungover?

Johanna: Listen! Listen, I never said I was perfect.

[Peeta nods as if to say 'no shit.' Johanna laughs again, pushing his leg off of the desk, accidently kicking her mic off and cursing loudly as she bends over to grab it, Peeta laughing at her struggle.]

Peeta: (Looking at the camera and gesturing at Johanna, making no effort to help her.) New Panems favorite podcaster, everyone.

[Johanna flips him off, then ignores his returned bird as she sits back up, still cursing as she reconnects the wire to her mic.]

Johanna: Fuck off, brainless. I'll still kill you.

Peeta: (Still laughing.) You said the same to Enobaria and look what happened- she was at the announcement.

Johanna: (Ignoring him.) Anyways. Some genius looked at Katniss Everdeen's memoir series and decided it was the perfect material to turn into a fucking opera.

Peeta: (Regaining his composure, scoffing.) Is that even legal without the copywrite?

Johanna: Well, it's technically not based on the books and is a (Air quotes.) "re-telling of historical events," so despite it being eerily similar to your wife's novels, yeah. He's in the clear.

[Peeta shakes his head, rolling his eyes.]

Peeta: You know, these people are the same ones who wonder why we don't even share our kids names publicly. If we did, there would be cocktails named after our kids or some bullshit like that.

Johanna: Some bar, or something.

Peeta: Yeah, or an amusement park. (Peeta begins to give an example, then cuts himself off as he realizes that would reveal his daughters name.) Anyways. You're lucky we let you know what they look like.

Johanna: And that's just description. You guys have never published a photo of your children or allowed someone else to publish a photo of your kids.

Peeta: Fuck no, people are crazy. You as a primary example.

[Johanna shoots him a grateful look, mouthing 'thank you' before making a heart shape with her fingers. Peeta returns the gesture.]

Johanna: But speaking of crazy people, I have an inside source who was given an early access, exclusive ticket to last night's closed dress rehearsal, and they stayed up all night writing a very thorough review on their thoughts and what takes place within the show.

Peeta: Johanna, that inside source was you. And the only thing that note says is 'BAD' in capital, red, comic sans font.

[Johanna sets the note down, glaring at Peeta. Beat.]

Johanna: You ruined my bit.

Peeta: All of the surviving Victor's were invited to the show last night. You're just the only one who went.

Johanna: (Rolling her eyes.) Whatever. (She crumples her paper, throwing it over her shoulder before resuming the story.) So, I went to the Capitol theatre last night to watch the show, and- oh, first off, if the background looks off, we're literally in a Capital hotel room right now.

[Johanna pushes at the green screen, trying to reveal the mahogany wall of the hotel behind it and failing. Peeta watches with a blank stare.]

Peeta: Wow. Impressive. But yeah, no. Jo asked for a podcast room to film this today and the hotel was very gracious to accommodate us, they even had a desk similar to Jo's. So, thank you to The Capitol Jewel for being so wonderful.

Johanna: (Giving up, letting the crumpled greenscreen remain disheveled while she sits back in her chair, rolling her eyes at Peeta.) You sound like you're giving a Tribute Interview with Flickerman right now.

Peeta: (Laughs.) Do I? (He shrugs, smiling.)

Johanna: Anyways, yeah. No one else wanted to go to the show, but I wanted to see how bad they fucked up our characters in this and everyone else wanted a fucking holiday, so here we go.

Peeta: Except for Haymitch.

Johanna: Oh, yeah. Except for Haymitch, he's at home fucking his wife.

Peeta: (Waving his finger in correction.) Not wife. They are very insistent that they aren't even dating, let alone married.

Johanna: Oh, whatever. That sounds like you and brainless before you got mushy brained by Tracker Jackers in the war.

Peeta: (Laughing.) That's because it is me and Katniss before I got mushy brained during the war. (Addressing the camera.) She and Annie are out right now having a girl's day at some local spa. So no live Katniss messages during th-

[Peeta cuts himself off as his brows furrow. He reaches into his pocket to retrieve his phone, checking to see what his notification was.]

Johanna: Yeah, that's your wife telling you to shut the fuck up before you say where they're at for some mob to harass them.

[Peeta quietly nods, his face slowly turning red as he puts his phone back into his pocket, avoiding eye contact for a brief moment as Johanna laughs.]

Johanna: Anyways, they actually did name your kids during the show last night. They were, of course, in the finale.

Peeta: (Raising a brow.) Oh?

Johanna: I want you to just take a wild guess what their names are.

[Peeta narrows his eyes at Johanna for a second, clearly unsure of where this is going.]

Peeta: It isn't their actual names, is it?

Johanna: No. No, God no. I would've told you privately if it was so you could sue the shit out of them. No, they guessed.

[Peeta pauses for a second, contemplating.]

Peeta: Probably... hmm. (He seems unsatisfied with his own guesses.)

Johanna: Take your time.

Peeta: See, the problem is this is the Capitol. So, it could range from something really stupid to something oddly sentimental.

Johanna: (Nodding.) Yeah.

[There's another long pause.]

Johanna: Should I do today's sponser while you contemplate your options?

[Peeta hesitates, scratching his beard as he thinks, then sighs and nods, waving his hand to give Johanna the go-ahead.]

Johanna: Alright! Well, while brainless here tries to use what little thought he has left here, let's hear a word from today's sponser.

[Johanna reaches under the table, grabbing and then placing a giant, cloaked object on top of the desk. Peeta raises his brows in surprise, then laughs loudly as Johanna tears away the cloth covered box to reveal nothing.]

Johanna: The Capitol Jewel!

Peeta: (Surprised.) No kidding?

Johanna: They nearly shit themselves when they found out four Victor's and their kids booked their vacation here, you're seriously surprised?

[Peeta shrugs to himself, nodding and allowing Johanna to continue. She doesn't. Instead, she stares silently at the camera, prompting Peeta to raise his brows in curiosity.]

Peeta: You good?

Johanna: (Breaking eye contact to look at Peeta casually.) Yeah.

Peeta: You don't have anything else to say about the sponsor?

Johanna: No.

[There's another moment of silence as the two stare at each other, unblinking, before Peeta shrugs and brightly says 'Okay' before turning back to the camera. He then pauses, realizing his next statement is meant to be directed at Johanna instead.]

Johanna: (Clapping her hands together.) Okay! So. Guesses.

Peeta: Give me a range.

Johanna: Of crazy?

Peeta: Yeah.

Johanna: (Laughing.) That's cheating.

Peeta: No it isn't! Not unless it's something insane like- like fucking-

[Johanna watches Peeta, her brows raised and lips split in entertained anticipation. Peeta raises his own brows, then furrows them. His expression turns somewhat serious, as though he doesn't want to speak the next part.]

Peeta: Johanna?

Johanna: (Barely holding back her laughter, her cheeks turning bright red. Her voice cracks as she speaks.) Yeah?

Peeta: What the fuck did they name my children?

[Johanna places her hand over her mouth, stifling her laughter that involuntarily escapes. Peeta watches her through narrowed eyes, his expression reading as unsure if he himself is entertained by this or not.]

Johanna: (Finally composing herself, taking short breaths in to calm her laughter.) Okay, okay. So. (She swallows.) So, one of their names is fine. Kinda cute, kinda sweet.

Peeta: (Nodding.) Okay.

Johanna: They named your daughter Rosalie Prim Rue.

[Peeta processes this with obvious facial expressions, at first thinking it sweet, then furrowing his brows at the odd mash up of names.]

Johanna: (Raising her hands slightly as if in defense.) I said 'kinda.'

Peeta: (Nodding, still mulling over the name.) You did say kind of. (He pauses for another moment, staring at the table as he finishes his thoughts.) It's not bad. We wouldn't have had an emphasis on rose. But it's not bad. Decent guess.

Johanna: No, it's not bad. It's obviously a sweet tribute.

Peeta: Right.

[It's obvious as they murmur their repeated agreements that there's more they'd like to say, but for the sake of privacy decide against it.]

Peeta: Okay. So, my son's name?

[Johanna stares blankly at him for a moment, then snickers. Then snickers again. Peeta stares at her, suppressing his own smile.]

Peeta: It's Gale.

[Johanna shakes her head, her laughter becoming more pronounced. Peeta raises his brows.]

Peeta: Haymitch?

[Johanna shakes her head again, once more covering her mouth to suppress her laughter, shutting her eyes tight to avoid looking at Peeta, who has a confused expression on his face, his brows knit together and mouth slightly agape as he thinks.]

Peeta: (Stuttering as he tries to guess.) Fuckin'- I don't know. (Beat.) Coin?

[Johanna's eyes pop open, her hand flying up to point at him. Peeta's eyes widen.]

Peeta: No fucking way!

Johanna: (Quickly composing herself again.) Close. Coriolanus.

[The two Victor's stare at each other, Johanna smiling widely, Peeta bewildered, fighting his own smile. His phone buzzes, once, than twice. He doesn't check it.]

Johanna: You're ignoring your wife.

Peeta: (Still obviously shocked.) We need to get my wife on here. She'd have a much funnier reaction.

[Johanna brightens at this, ready to jump on the opportunity. She opens her mouth to speak, only for Peeta to wave his hand, shaking his head as he repeatedly says 'no.']

Peeta: I don't want to interrupt her day with bullshit, she needs rest.

Johanna: Oh, come on!

Peeta: (Trying to get back on subject.) What shitty author decides I would- she would- we would name our child after that vipor, cock sucker?

Johanna: (Giggling.) They said it was because you guys-

[She cuts herself off with another giggle. Peeta raises his brows at her, silently insisting she go on.]

Johanna: (Calming.) They said it was because you guys wanted to (pitching her voice to sound sympathetic.) 'Give the man who had no true love given to him another chance.'

[Peeta groans loudly, cursing. He looks around the room as if he cannot believe the bullshit he's hearing, raising his arms as if to say 'what the fuck?']

Peeta: Have they considered it's because he murdered people?

[Johanna laughs. Peeta looks at her.]

Peeta: No, seriously! He killed an insane amount of people, and you want him to have a redemption arc?!

Johanna: They also-

[She is cut off by Peeta, who's phone is still buzzing.]

Peeta: (Dropping his voice and adopting a Capitol accent.) "Life is so unfair. I recieve no bitches. I kill." (He looks at the camera, appalled.) You know what I did when I didn't get bitches?

Johanna: (Amused, watching him.) Porn.

Peeta: (Staring down the camera, slamming his hands on the table before pointing down the barrel.) Porn.

[Johanna laughs loudly, throwing her head back and turning her chair so she faces away from the camera. Peeta still stares at the camera, his expression shifting from dead serious to realization, his face quickly turning red as he's just realized what he's admitted in his passion, his lips which are pressed together twitching at the corners, laughter bubbling in his chest as tears begin to form in his eyes from suppressed laughter. Johanna's laughter increases as Peeta's phone begins to ring, clear bluegrass cutting through the silence and laughter, making her shriek.]

Peeta: (Not looking away from the camera.) If you'll excuse me, I have to answer my wife.

[He does, Johanna laughing to the point of tears, her chair spinning the full way round to allow her to rest her upper body on the table, her palms slapping the surface. On the phone, two women can be heard laughing on the other side, one of them asking 'what the fuck he was thinking' as Peeta rises from his chair, his fur coat swishing with each heavy footstep. The door to the room opens and shuts, leaving Johanna alone to sit and weep at her friends predicament. Breathing is obviously difficult for her, and not a priority. She raises her head, revealing tear tracks from her mascara as her hand searches for her mic, instead grabbing Peeta's and dragging it close enough to her mouth the audio is affected.)

Johanna: (Through broken laughter, wheezing, sniffing back tears.) We're gonna take a quick intermission, everyone. Tune back in in an hour or so.

[A thud can be heard in the other room, drawing Johanna's flickering attention.]

Johanna: Two hours.

['HOT TO GO!' Begins playing again, slowly drowning out Johanna's insane laughter as someone can be heard entering the studio, though the music is too loud to decipher whether it's male or female, let alone who it is. The person entering has made Johanna's laughter worse, her face now buried in her hands as the livestream fades to an end, cutting the day's episode short.]

[theforgottenmcrmy]

live reactions to house of the dragon season 2, episode 1: a son for a son

i'm basically doing this for my own amusement and reference, but i'm also up for constructive discussions on the episode if anyone feels like commenting

(but if you feel inclined to yell at me for any of my comments, please remember that these are fictional characters, and everyone is entitled to their own opinions🖤)

spoilers beneath the cut

it’s still the s1 recap and I’m already tearing up, can’t believe s2 is finally here

Jaw is dropped, actual chills at new intro. I love it

Winterfell theme=instant tears

Cregan Stark, the man that you are

“Starks do not forget their oaths, my prince” YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT THEY DON’T 🐺

The cave dragon-mounting platform setup? Love it.

“The mother grieves as the queen shirks her duties.” ~ harsh, but the truth

“Would that you were the king” ~ the queen who never was 💅

Rhaenyra 💔

Not Corlys commissioning a dagger for Lucerys😭 he doesn’t give af about blood, that was his grandson through and through.

Here we go, what have the Usurper and crew been up to….

Am I misremembering, or weren’t scorpions a relatively new invention during GOT?

OMG

wtf

I literally can’t with these two 🤡 like

The BALLS of Criston Cole with the damn cape like wtf.

Aegon, did you really expect the North or the Vale to answer you? If your councilors didn’t give you a heads up that that was not likely, you ought to fire them and get new ones.

Tyland and Jaehaerys😂 a pony ride?! These writers were in a silly goofy mood. Although, I will say it’s interesting to see the Lannisters being the ones to take orders for once, rather than give them.

Aegon really shows his age and lack if maturity here doesn’t he?

LARYS

LARYS IS ON THE CASE 🕵️‍♂️

The real question is how will he react when he sees what the dowager queen and ser Crispin have been up to. I’m gonna wager it won’t be pretty

Not Arrax’s wing

LUKE’S CAPE?!😭😭😭

I get they’re trying to make Aegon a bit more likeable this season, but as a member of the audience, I can’t help but feel like that would be SO much more effective if we didn’t already know that he was a predatory 🍇 ist 🤷🏼‍♀️

Otto needs to retire.

Good ol’ Larys, already schmoozing up his next meal ticket. Can’t knock the strategy though.

Alicent’s really trying to justify what happened to Lucerys 🤡

I’m getting the sense Alicent will have wished she kicked Otto out of the Red Keep herself by the time he finally gets canned

House Velaryon theme = always a banger

Mysaria’s accent is SUCH an improvement this season! 👏🏻

Daemon’s desperately pointing fingers at ANYONE who was even remotely close to Aegon😂

That little moment between Rhaenyra and Daemon was so little but said so much

“I want Aemond Targaryen” HELLS YEAH YOU DO 🖤🖤🖤

Daemon- “your wish is my command” 😇

I love that Baela accompanied Jace to go see Rhaenyra.

Jace💔 can’t even get through his report…

Rhaena😭

NOT THE DAMN TOY HORSE FROM BACK IN THE DAY

Jace and Joffrey😣

The fact that Rhaenyra and Alicent both accept what happened to Luke at the same time, but in different ways…. Cinematic poetry right there

A son for a son🤷🏼‍♀️

We love those in King’s Landing who remain true loyalists to the Queen🖤

What would Aemond think if he knew what the Commander of the Kings Guard and his mother do together in their free time🤔

Something funny about a man with no dragon experience and a young prince with no true battle experience talking about a war with dragons as though they’re even remotely knowledgeable…

What vengeance does Aemond seek at this point? Alicent even suggested it was because Lucerys was never punished for taking his eye… Aemond literally unalived Luke. At this point, the Greens seem to have all the advantage. So, at this moment, what exactly does Aemond want?

If anything happens to the dog I stg-

Don’t think Aemond would appreciate you referring to him as a “hound”, Aegon, but go off, I guess

Okay kicking the dog was so not fucking necessary-

Lucerys died during a storm, and it looks like someone else is about to too 👀

The fact that Blood is the voice of reason rn

Helaena💔 you don’t deserve any of this

Okay these noises are fucking AWFUL 😭😭😭💔💔💔

Helaena, not knowing where to go, going to her mother’s chambers🥲

OF FUCKING COURSE these two are at it again like- will they stop now? Will Criston at least have the decency to feel immense guilt and put an end to it himself?

While one can argue Criston Cole has a power dynamic to contend with in both situations (though I would argue he still consented to both), the difference is Rhaenyra was 17, and and Alicent is a woman in her 30s who also prides herself on being religious and practically pious🤷🏼‍♀️ one of them really ought to have known better then sleeping with a member of the Kingsguard, but I won’t say which one.

The Blackwoods and the Brackens!!!

Dragon eggs?👀

[fraterimperatour]

OKAY I NEED TO TALK ABOUT RITE HERE RITE NOW!!!!

under the cut for those that don't want spoilers .

also these are completely out of order because i'm just spewing my initial thoughts!!

he intro??? absolutely wild!!! So dorky and film nerdy, like sooooo much of the movie oh my god i love it. and i love how much they lean into the fan aspects it's so sweet and funny plushia front and center

unfortunately, not enough of Swiss, Mountain, and the Ghoulettes!!! but i do kind of get that they would be more difficult to film in a live setting. still sad!!

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you about my condition" Copia she was literally in a wheelchair with a nurse administering medicine multiple times my dude what did you think was happening.

the twins are ghosts too??? did i miss something or was that new?!

the amount of wizard of oz references tobias i will fight you in the la forum parking lot AAAAHHHHHHHHH

nihil actually saying something useful and supportive??? wow! guess you can grow even in death

also love that they made it very clear that only the clergy can see the phantasms, it was very funny and i think works very well for the lore

SPEAKING OF WHICH i LOVEEEEEED the mary on a cross scene!!! though!! i am disappointed that it completely knocked out the possibility of the swiss/papa shimmy moment

i loved how much of the fans they put in it as well! the person's face during the skeleton dance just literally jaw drop?? bless. the fans screaming into the camera!! seeing people's costumes and shirts (ghost and non-ghost ((the misfits shirt!!!))).

the fact that they filmed it so that we ALL got ciriced.... thank you. i desperately needed that.

I looved kevin and ashley getting shout outs! and obviously papa thanking the whole tour and venue crews, i just really love that so much. art is collaborative don't look at me i'm not crying

the if you have ghost sequence was so beautiful and that singer is HAUNTING

also???? official ghoul name list! wow! that's honestly surprising but good for them, get those loud credits!!!

and the fucking end??? Father Imperator serving cunt on a ruby platter!! the gems being red instead of blue!!! is it another wizard of oz reference, or is it symbolic of Copia letting go of his time as Papa and moving on from his signature color! the encore jacket!!! is also red!!! bitch!!! i swear to satan!!!!

AND the VERY end!!! the way the wwhole theater went AAAHHH and i heard people saying fucking this band i'm suffering. like it's so on brand for ghost and i honestly loved it.

um?? copia is a twin maybe??? is this what was being hinted at??? and was the credits song Papa Nihil's third song??? or is there another song coming down the pipes!?

speaking of which 'up the poop shoot' copia i'm stabbing you

personally i think that Father Jim DeFroque is going to be the next Papa. They get a mask based off Christian Rodrigo's face, with the Papa paint it doesn't have to be exact, that's a benefit. Christian Rodgrigo still plays DeFroque in chapters, and Tobias still does Copia. I really think that could work well for them. We shall see! i'm not married to the idea! it's just my thoughts!!

Hail Satan! Hail Ghost!!!

[falldogbombsthemoon]

Intro?? Finally??

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I've been procrastinating this for way too long. Anyway here it is I think

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< call me Quincy or Quinn >

< they/them somewhere on the aroace spectrum >

< from germany >

< I'm a minor, so please behave >

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I mostly shitpost random thoughts and fandom rants. I reblog anything that I like. Every once in a blue moon, I might post my art

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Under the cut more info

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Some things i like:

▪︎ music, mostly artrock (Bowie, Pink Floyd, Beatles, Talking Heads and stuff like that)

▪︎ movies and shows (horror, not gore tho, thrillers, science fiction, drama, teen, coming of age, ...)

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Feel free to send asks or DMs with recommendations for those things. I love getting into new stuff

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Interests (that I am posting and reblogging regularly about):

▪︎ Stranger Things (byler / jopper / theories)

▪︎ Bowie (the obsession is fading out, but there are some bowie posts of mine)

▪︎ Beatles

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Other (minor) interests (that I'm not in the fandom of or that I just don't post about)

▪︎ Jaws

▪︎ IT

▪︎ Talking Heads (I don't know shit about the band, but I'm really into the music atm)

▪︎ David Harbour movies

▪︎ Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy (one of the first interests I had through my childhood The German radioplay is the best. If you understand German, I beg you to listen to the wdr "per anhalter ins all" radioplay)

▪︎ Knifes Out (I'm fucking exited for the 3rd movie aa, wake me up when it drops)

▪︎ Beetlejuice

▪︎ Fearstreet

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Feel free to send asks and DMs about these, too. I really need to get into some of these fandoms

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I'll keep this updated (I hope. We'll see how that goes

[ginsengkitten]

༺ Beautiful Dangerous ༻

A slashxreader fanfiction

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Chapter Four

Welcome to the Jungle

Word count: approx 3k (sorry this one’s long)

☆ Track list ☆

Welcome to the jungle - GNR (lol)

Daisy had made her way back to the alleyway with her boy toy in tow. "This is Joel, Joel is this Y/N!" Joel kept introductions short with a quick nod. He was a lankier scruffy haired guy. "Joel is a roadie for this band and he's totally cool." She giggled into your ear. You wanted to worry about this unique individual sweeping your cousin off her feet but between this being her pastime and your head filled with only the image of that stranger from earlier, it wasn't a priority now. Joel took the two of you in through the same stage door that the curly haired guy had disappeared into right after he called you 'Foxey' again. He did remember you. That sent a thrill through your body. He remembered. You wondered if maybe you might be able to find him in the crowd. You hold Daisy's hand as she escorts you through the crowd of people. The venue was packed full. Smoke hung in the air and people bustled around like an ocean. Your heart thumped with excitement once more. This was exciting. Joel pinches the two of you in a nice spot right at the front of the stage. Stage crews wrapped up their loose ends around the equipment and prepared for the band. You awaited anxiously. The guy still in the back of your mind. You glance around the crowd to see if you can find him but it's almost impossible in the sea of black leather. Suddenly the crowd begins to pulse and roar and an amplified feedback travels throughout the room. Daisy grabs onto your arm excitedly. You face back to the stage, now inhabited by the band. Having them on stage made you realize truly how close you were. You felt like you could reach out and touch them. The lights still low, the crowd came to a hum as if on queue they knew to pipe down as something big was about to happen. And it did.

The lights flash on as a gritty and demanding guitar lick echoes through the silence. You're eyes adjust to the bright hot lights illuminating the stage, and the band. Your jaw practically drops to the floor when you realize who is playing the guitar before you. The curly headed mop shreds out an intro and drums begin to beat, the crowd erupts. It's him! You still stand in shock as you feel the weight of the crowd push you even further forward. You grip the edge of the stage and look up at him. You cannot believe your eyes. You almost become embarrassed now thinking back on your previous interaction but you are too impressed to care. This is fucking incredible. And this stranger, just became so much cooler, and so much hotter. A rocker. A real rocker type. A song called 'Welcome to the Jungle." begins playing out. It is perhaps the most magical arrangement of music you've ever heard. You felt it in your soul. The melodies, the lyrics, the energy. You completely lose yourself to the music. You can't take your eyes off of the guitarist. His talent moves you. The way his fingers dance across the instrument in such precision. This was real rock.

"Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games

We got everything you want, honey, we know the names

We are the people that you find, whatever you may need

If you got the money, honey, we got your disease"

The crowd continues to pulsate like a heartbeat. Your eyes still on him.

He looks down at you as the song continues on and mouths the lyrics as they go

"Feel my, my, my, my serpentine

Oh, I wanna hear you scream" He smirks...

The band plays a few more of what they call "early renditions" of their original songs. They say they plan to release a whole album. Everyone is covered in sweat and smoke. You feel exhilaration. "This next one. Is a special treat. A last minute addition to tonight's set." The main singer says. "Hand picked by our very own special animal- Slash." He gestures to the stranger. 'Slash' you whisper. What a strange name for a strange guy.

You look up at him with full adoration. He looks down past his guitar and makes eye contact with you directly. He knows you're there. He smiles to you and begins strumming out the song he has chosen. A cover rendition of "Foxey Lady" by Jimi Hendrix belts out throughout the venue and the crowd goes wild. "They never do covers!" Daisy exclaims excitedly to you over the cheers. You are sure he has chosen this just for you. It's all adding up. It has to be. This cannot be a coincidence. You watch him lose himself to his element. The lights blare down upon him, illuminating beads of sweat adorned down his bare abdomen of which he had removed his shirt two songs ago. His curls stick to his face and he heaves out heavy happy breaths. You can't help but feel so hot inside. For him. For this. The way his body gyrates with his guitar. The way his jeans hung low around his hips. Beads of sweat escaping down his happy trail and disappear into his jeans. His arms and fingers tense with the art of the guitar. Your face is hot with adoration. It feels like just the two of you in the venue as he connects eye contact with you once more. You smile back at him, a different smile, an intentioned smile. He smiles back as if a reply to you. Everything is electric.

-

The show comes to a close. But you're having too much fun. This night cannot be over already. You feel as though it's only just begun. You're not ready yet. As if by an act of god, Daisy pulls you aside and says "You're gonna dig this, Joel said to wait here and we can go backstage!". The excitement within you kept you high. The show felt like a baptism into a sacred church. You felt new. It was dramatic but real. You and Daisy wait up near the doors. After about 10 minutes, Joel peters his way out from backstage and rescues you both from your anxious buzzing. You follow him down a dark hallway. Danger no longer crossing your mind. Just- curiosity. Just hunger for more of whatever this was.

Joel leads you into a makeshift dressing room backstage. A small cramped room with a shag rug and two old couches and a large cracked mirror. Again, the smoke was heavier back here. But you didn't mind much. You and Daisy sit bunched together on one of the floral velvet couches. Random stains and cigarette burns accessorized the fabric quite delicately. The group of guys enter in. One almost immediately parka himself right in between you and Daisy, making a spot for himself. "And what groupies have we joining us tonight?" He remarked courageously as he hung an arm around each of you and pulled you in. He's sweaty and the denim of his jacket smells strongly of alcohol. "You wish you had groupies!" One of the other band members bites back jokingly as he takes a swig from a water bottle. "You wish you had groupies this hot." Another said egging on the joke. "Fuck off Axl, these girls aren't groupies. That's Daisy and -" Joel stammers for a moment. "Foxey." You blurt out. Daisy looks at you with a disbelief of your weird outburst, but doesn't interject. She likes your sudden sense of new identity. "Right, Foxey." Joel agrees because he in fact doesn't remember your true name. "Ain't that sweet. Foxey.." Axl gives you a squished embrace. You let it happen. His acceptance of your strange nickname inspired a feeling of camaraderie amongst the group backstage. He lifts himself off the couch with energy and meanders to the floor. He lays on his back and closes his eyes for a moment of rest after the insanity that was that show. The curly haired - Slash - waltzes in, wiping his face with his discarded shirt. The sweat still glistening down his body. Axl raises his arm in the air to greet him. "Slashh-check out our sweet new groupies!" He jokes. You roll your eyes. Slash immediately takes to your presence. He's surprised. "Friends of yours?" He asks Joel inquisitively as he throws his damp shirt over his shoulder. "Slash, Daisy, Daisy, Slash, Slash, Foxey, Foxey, Slash" Joel runs on the brief intro as he and Daisy hang all over each other. "Foxey.." He smiles. "Right.." He says. Slash takes the vacancy next you on the couch, intimately squished into one another. Personal space, a thing of the past. The rest of the band proceeds in miscellaneous drunken mayhem throughout the room but it drowns out. You glance at him. "I'm not a groupie. By the way." You say to him. Breaking the silent tension between the two of you. He chuckles. "Oh I didn't assume you were." He responds. Wait. He didn't? You feel a little offended. "Why not?" You ask. He turns to you and makes an obvious full body scan of you. Your outfit so clearly out of the element. "You don't go to places like this. Look at you. You're too sweet." He says half serious half joking but with a tinge of concern in the back of his throat. You nervously adjust your skirt. No, no you belong there. He's wrong. You can be wild just like them. Your face turns a little red. "I'm not sweet." You object. "Oh?" He challenges. He's entertained by your frustration. "So what did you think of the show?" He lights a cigarette in his mouth. "Well it was really...incredible. Truly I mean it." You admit with full transparency. There's no way around that. "I especially enjoyed the cover song you added..." you say quietly and boldly. "I thought you might." He smirked to himself. Butterflies twirl in your stomach and chest.

Axl had disappeared in the past 10 minutes and suddenly reappeared. His energy seemed extremely upbeat again. A big grin across his face. He toted a full bottle of whiskey in his grip. "It does appear we have an after party to attend to, what say ye, gentlemen?" He jokes very lively. Without hesitation as if on queue, everyone gets up and heads to the doors. You glance at Daisy, she raises her eyebrows in agreed excitement and follows Joel out the door. The crew pours out onto the street and heads up towards the strip, the night life still alive and well. Every now and then, Slash glances over to you, almost as if to keep tabs on you. Joel and Daisy walk arm and arm in front of you, slash meanders his way to the back of the group where you straggled behind,. You tried to walk slower so you could accurately take in the city as the group walked up sunset. You didn't want to miss any of it. Slash made his way to you and changed to match your pace. You almost don't notice at first because you are so enthralled by the lights surrounding you.

Slash watches you in curiosity. He'd never seen someone so enamored by the dingy purgatory that was the sunset strip. He watches as the lights glitter in your eyes, he finds you endearing and cute. Like a part of him softens for a moment whenever he looks at you.

"I take it you're not from around here, Foxey." He says breaking silence. You snap out of it and blush embarrassed by how obvious you are. You face your feet. "No, I'm not." You admit. "Indiana." You finish.

"But don't think I'm some square or something." You suddenly plead. He laughs. "You're not a square you're just...fresh meat." He replies. You keep your head low in agreement. "This city's going to tear you apart you know that right?" He says. "A girl like you doesn't belong down here. You're too good for this kind of thing. You probably have some sort of plan right? Some sort of path laid out for you by your folks?" He continued. "That's kind of exactly why I feel like I do belong here." You reply still looking at your feet on the pavement. The conversation effortlessly flowed into seriousness. It wasn't forced. Opening up felt natural. "I feel like-" you start. "I feel like all my life everything's been so neat and pretty." "And I don't come from money by the way. Not like Daisy." You give him a firm look and he nods in confirmation that he understands loud and clear. You keep walking.

"I'm tired of neat and pretty. I'm tired of being the boring polished porcelain doll on the shelf. Ever since I heard rock music for the first time I-I don't know i just can't seem to let it go. It's like it's taking over my entire being. Changing my DNA or something.." you get lost in your own venting. Slash looks at you with a newfound admiration. He truthfully didn't mark you as someone so passionate about rock. Like real passionate, the way HE felt about it. He lets you continue in your own passionate ramblings as he admires you. "There's something about this city..." You stare off into the neon lights. You snap out of your trance and look up at him. His expression so hard to read it makes you realize how vulnerable you were being and you get embarrassed and look back to your feet. He's silent for a moment. You appreciate his silence. Like he was taking his time to answer properly. "Well Foxey...I think you might do alright down here after all." He gives you a serious but gentle and genuine smile. Not that he hadn't before but this one was filled with heart and understanding.

-

The group arrives upon - a small brown brick bungalow on Clark street just behind whiskey a go go. Rock music pounds from the inside. The front door wide open as faces come and go in and out. The front yard was dead grass and sprinkled with discarded beer bottles. The group wastes no time arriving and getting acquainted inside. Probably real regulars here. Inside was no more prettier than outside. The house was permanently stuck in run down 1970s modeling. Dirty yellow carpet and walls all made of dark wood panels. Strange portraits of eclectic paintings and stolen street signs scatter throughout the space. The smell of alcohol was so strong here. And something else, not quite cigarette smoke but something, stronger? Crowds of gruff looking friends sit in disorganized circles throughout the living room. You pass by a couple fervently making out on the couch. Everyone else turns a blind eye to them but you’re slightly shocked and almost can’t look away. Slash paves his way through the house, familiar with the territory. He notices you becoming overwhelmed with the scene and quickly grabs your wrist and tugs you along behind him down the hallway. You follow the rest of the group who have made camp in the back master bedroom.

A large open room with two queen beds, and yet again- another shitty floral couch. He slightly races to the couch for a seat as everyone clamors in and finds their real estate. He secures a seat but you miss your opportunity and are left chair-less, to which he absolutely does not hesitate and pulls you swiftly onto his lap.

You’re a little taken a back at this but he secures you on top of him with an arm around your shoulder. You didn’t feel as weird about it when you notice Daisy mimicking the same seating arrangement with Joel. Daisy was all over Joel all night. You were used to seeing her completely evaporate from anyone’s presence in order to fool around with a cute guy. You didn’t fault her for it. You wanted the same thing so you respected Daisy for being so forward about what she wanted. You try to get comfortable but are almost afraid to move a muscle on top of him. You’re fiery attraction to him didn’t erase the fact that you had never done this with with a guy before. Laughter ensues and everyone starts passing around a large bottle of bourbon. It arrives to Slash and he takes a monstrous swig of it. He motions it to you and the group goes quieter to observe your next move. You out of the entire group were clearly a newbie at this. Even Daisy handled her swig effortlessly. This was it. No turning back now. Slash gentle brings it to your lips and you whiff. Unprepared for the strength of the scent, it burns your nose and you pull away in disgust unintentionally. Everyone laughs and boos jovially to which you then swipe the bottle from slashes grasp and chug down three shots worth of bourdon. The room erupts with cheers. “atta girl” slash laughs and almost out of caution takes the bottle away from you. He wipes away the excess liquor from your lips and smiles at you proudly. What seemed instantaneously was a warm flush through your body. A weird warm sensation through your face and muscles. You had had champagne at your aunts wedding once but never straight hard liquor. You felt disgusting and proud. a fast wave of nausea follows you. “Slash your pet looks a little green.” Someone jokes out. Slash turns you to face him more straight on and takes a better examination of you. “You alright there Foxey?” He asks with a slight chuckle of disbelief. You collect yourself. “Yeah.” You give him a shit eating grin as your social anxieties begin to melt away from you.

[poppyseed1031]

Need You Now, Need You Forever

MDNI, mentions of sex, hints at smut, language, mutual pining, slight angst if you squint, mentions of drinking, love, fluff.

AGED UP NETEYAM AND READER, BOTH 22

PART 2 UP :)

This is my first time posting :) I have a second part ready to go if anyone likes this, I just didn't want to bore anyone with a super long first post if someone does end up seeing it. I hope you Enjoy!! :)

INTRO: Neteyam has known you since he could walk, you two came across each other one random day in the tranquility of the village, both small children just starting to experience the world. He doesn't remember much from that age, except you. And as you both grew up, you grew closer and closer, and he watched you turn into the breathtakingly beautiful Navi you are today. You had big doe eyes that knocked the wind out of him when their attention was focused on him, dark, inky black hair that when loose from your braids fell in wavy curls down to the middle of your back. You had the perfect nose, the prettiest lips that he had spent years fantasizing about, A gorgeous fang filled smile that about killed him when it would spread across your face. Your illuminated freckle pattern that ran down the expanse of your dark blue body and over the pattern of your feminine stripes that flowed beautifully over your skin. You were the sweetest person he had ever met, always the first to hunt, heal, fight, or just listen. You were a fierce warrior, a force to be reckoned with on the rare times anger consumed you, You were funny, so fucking funny he never went a day without doubling over in laughter and clutching his stomach. you were his best friend, his favorite person, and he wanted you, no NEEDED you to be his mate. He needed to feel you, to hold you, to bury himself inside you, have babies with you, just love you, until you both went back to Eywa. But did you feel the same? Had he made his feelings as clear as he thought he had all these years? Will he lose you or win you when an unexpected turn of events arises.

Neteyam couldn't keep his eyes off you, you were perched in a high branch, big, round, honey gold eyes looking down at the group of hexapede a ways in front of the group, you were laser focused, tail swaying softly behind you as you notched an arrow in your bow gracefully. You were so fucking beautiful. "Bro, you're practically drooling, pick your jaw up before it hits the ground and scares the food away." Lo'ak whispered with a chuckle as he pushed against his brothers shoulder. Neteyam peeled his eyes away from you reluctantly and hissed at his brother, "I'm not drooling, shut up." Before Lo'ak could answer back you shot your bow and a hexapede dropped to the ground, causing the rest of the herd to run off into the thick of the forest; "Hell yeah!" Your voice rang through the trees like music as you hopped down from your perch and bounded to your kill happily. Neteyam couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as he and Lo'ak made his way over to you. Before he could reach you completely, the other clan member with your small group, Fyii, pushed in front of him and slapped his hand on your shoulder, "Great job Y/N! that was an awesome fucking shot!" He sent you a grin that made Neteyams stomach bubble and burn as he spoke, You turned your attention back to the guys, your long black hair, that you had loose from your braids today, framed your face in a way that made Neteyams knees weak. "Thanks Fyii, but it was an easy shot, nothing special." You gave a small smile as you stood and shrugged your shoulders a bit to shake his hand off, which didn't work. "Why don't I help you get it back to the clan?" Fyii asked, finally removing his hand from your body. "Actually, I needed to talk to Neteyam about something, so I was going to ask him." That made Neteyams ears shoot straight up, his tail twitching behind him in excitement, what could you possibly have to ask him?  Fyii grumbled under his breath in annoyance and sent Neteyam a glare, which he ignored. That slime ball has been trying to fuck you for 2 years now and Neteyam was about at his limit with acting like he didn't want to kill him because of it. 

Lo'ak and Fyii left with a wave and a see you later as Neteyam walked over to you, sending you a grin as he threw your kill over his shoulder. "You know I can carry that myself right?" You giggled and skipped lightly next him as you both began the walk home. "So... what's up?" He prompted, turning his gaze on you and raking his eyes down your body, Fuck he wanted you so badly.  You couldn't help the blush that crawled over your cheeks as his eyes bore into you like they so often did, and you tried to push the heat building in your belly down, reminding yourself it was just a friendly look on his end. You looked up at him, your heart rate picking up like it always did when you saw his handsome face. "So, you know how we hunted this for the party the young warriors are having tonight?" He raised an eyebrow at you "Of course, you spent 2 weeks preparing all the liquor." He chuckled, sending a jolt of electricity straight between your legs, causing you to shift and press your thighs together. "yeah... anyway... My parents have been pushing me to choose a mate for a while now, as you know, and I know I have plenty of choices but I don't..." You paused, you wanted to tell him so badly that you chose him to be your mate, you wanted to hope he loved you like you loved him, wanted to take the plunge, but in your mind it was just a set up for heartbreak. He could never look at you the same way, you were just best friends, right? You shook yourself out of your thoughts and took a deep breath before continuing, "Well, to get to the point, I'm going to except Fyii's offer." Neteyam came to an abrupt halt. He could hear his heart beating in his ears, his body heating up, his stomach churning in panic. "What? You can't.. what?" He didn't mean for his voice to come out the way it did, breathy like someone punched him in the stomach. He felt like his whole world had just crumbled. You were taking a mate? that WASN"T HIM? he felt like he was going to be sick. He felt his hands start to shake as he dropped the hexapede and faced you. You were looking up at him with a confused expression painted on your face, your pretty pretty face. He balled his hands into fists to stop himself from grabbing your face and crashing his lips on yours, from confessing his love for you, the way his heart beat for you, the way his body ACHED for you. If this is what you wanted, if you loved that son of a bitch he knew he should have scared off the day he popped up, he had to let you be happy. He needed you to be happy, he couldn't be selfish no matter how badly he wanted to be. He didnt know that while you were staring back at his now stony expression you were praying, pleading to eywa he said something, anything to indicate he wanted you, any tiny shred of any feeling that wasn't platonic, you needed and wanted him just as badly. But of course Neteyam didn't know, and he needed to get out of there, the forest, and away from you, before the tears fell, before this pain in his chest overtook him. "I have to go, I'll see you at the party tonight." And with that, he was gone, leaving you standing alone in a puddle of heartbreak and confusion.

Later that night after eclipse, after many hours of tears, and anger, screaming and asking the great mother why this was happening to him, Neteyam stepped into the celebration and immediatly went for a drink instead of his usual which was to find you, He couldnt look at you, not with what you were going to do tonight, not when he was losing you. So he drowned himself in drink after drink, ignoring Lo'aks warnings and looks of concern. And soon he was drunk, the first time he had ever been in his life. Always the perfect solider, but tonight? Fuck that. His mind was hazy, his body fuzzy and loose, and still, that ache in his chest was there, and his eyes were subconsiously looking for you. and finally they landed on you. You were talking to Fyii, a sight that made Neteyam wince and take another long swig of his drink, He couldn't see your face, but he could see the small, frilly loincloth you were wearing. he didn't recognize it, so you must have just made it. It came down to just the top of your thighs, the material flowing and loose, it curved over the swell of your ass and as you bent over to grab something it rode up, giving him a perfect view of that spot between your legs that he craved so much. He swallowed thickly and let his eyes travel up, up the small of your back, to your top that had no back straps, so you were completely bare to the eye, your blue skin glimmering, your back was so smooth going into the small notch of your waist, and Neteyam had to reach down and readjust, his own loincloth now uncomfortably tight just from your bare back and a peek between those soft thighs, Eywa was he fucked. He couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched you put your hands on Fyiis chest and whisper something in his ear, the mans face contorting in surprise and a grin that made neteyam sick spread on his face. His heartbeat picked up dramatically as he watched Fyii take your hand and start to lead you out of the crowd, in the direction of the spirit tree. He gulped, grip tightening so much on his cup that it shattered in his hand, he ignored Lo'ak and his friends questioning him as he took off walking after you, there was no rational thought in his head, no plan, he just had to stop this, he had to get to you. He could not let this happen, you were his. HIS. 

He reached the spirit tree and was met with the sight of your nervous face sitting crossed legged in front of Fyii, holding your braid in your hand. "STOP!" he yelled as he broke through the tree line, the both of you looking up in surprise. "Dude What the actual fuck!" Fyii hissed at him, you were just sending him a look that was filled with confusion, what was he doing here? He walked up to Fyii and grabbed ahold of his bicep, hauling him up from the ground with a harsh grip. You stood with him, your hands held up in an anxious manner as your eyes scanned Neteyams angry stance. "I said stop, and get.the.fuck.out.of.here." Neteyam hissed menacingly and shoved the other man as hard as he could, Fyii opened his mouth to protest but you cut him off; "Fyii, just go. I'll come find you later okay?" Your voice was soothing but stern and the man grumbled unhappily as he stomped away. Neteyam turned his attention back at you and the breath caught in your throat at his expression. His pupils were blown, so wide there was barely any gold left, he was breathing heavily, and he looked... hungry. "Neteyam what the fuck could be so important-" before you could finish you were cut off buy his lips crashing harshly into yours. You let out a gasp but quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. "You are MINE." He pulled away and growled, the sound coming from deep within his chest, causing a shiver to run through you. All you could do was nod as you stared up at the man in front of you, the man you had been in love with since you were a child, the man from your wet dreams at night, the man that looked completely unhinged right now. 

He didn't say anything else as he reconnected your lips and softly brought you both to the ground, being very careful not to let his full weight crush your tiny frame beneath him. His body was on fire, everywhere your skin touched his left a scorching path of flames that he could feel in his bones, you whimpered into his mouth and fuck, his cock twitched so hard he thought it was going to rip his loincloth. "''Teyam, whats going on? what are you doing?" You're question came out as a breathless gasp as you pulled your lips from his, much to Neteyams distain. You watched as your question caused his tense and angry expression to soften into something you didn't recognize, something that made you shiver.  He took a deep breath before gently bringing one of his hands up to your cheek and cupping your face, you couldn't help but nuzzle into his touch and the action caused him to send you that crooked smile, where his fangs just barely poked through, that drove you crazy. "Y/N I... I couldn't let you mate with him, and I'm sorry for how I acted after you told me I just, It literally almost killed me when I heard you say it because..." He paused, and you ran your hands soothingly down his back as you felt him start to tremble slightly, " I fucking love you, Y/N. I've loved you for as long as I can remember, I've wanted you for as long as I can remember, and I've been to scared to say anything all these years, I didn't want to scare you, or it be unrequited and then lose you for good, forever. But I couldn't just watch you do this and let it happen. I want you, Need you to be my mate. I love you. I see you." His voice was soft, his eyes glued on your face as he frantically searched it for any type of reaction. You stared at him completely dumbfounded, your heart beating a million miles an hour in your chest. You felt love swell in your chest, so much you felt like your heart was going to explode, so you kissed him. You pulled him in and moved your lips against his in an attempt to let all your feelings flow through the kiss. You both pulled away, panting heavily and holding onto each other tightly. "Neteyam, I love you, I see you." You whispered, running your fingertips livingly down his face. Now it was his turn to gape at you and you couldn't stop the giggle that left your lips, which caused him to break out in a grin of his own. the ringing of your laugh faded as you stared at each other, a thick, heavy tension filling the air as you reached around and grabbed your braid; " Make me your mate, 'Teyam. I've always been yours." You breathed.