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STUFFING [thanksgiving special]
pairings: henry cavill x male reader x chris evans.
summary: his fatherâs best friends; chris and henry, visit for thanksgiving dinner, and at the end, the readers' fathers get drunk and passes out. Leaving the reader, Chris, and Henry to get down and dirty.
requested by: @dangerousstrawberryshark
word count: 1,081
warnings: threesome, anal sex, double penetration, dirty talk, praising.
It's that time of year again, the time of year when your dad invites all of his hot dilf-y friends round for Thanksgiving. You try to make small talk, but the majority of them just kind of ignore you or actually just don't hear you because of how quiet and timid your voice is when they're round. Except something is different this year. Your dad only invited two of his friends round, and they've never been round for Thanksgiving before, which is strange because they get invited pretty much every year.
"Henry! Chris! Come in, come in" your hear your dad shout out from upstairs as you see two cars park in your driveway, you slowly make your way downstairs and you turn the corner to be met by two greek fucking gods. Perfectly chiselled jawlines, your mouth gaped open practically drooling over them right before their very eyes. You slowly wipes your mouth and walk closer to them "H-Hey" you say quiet and timidly as you face them both, "This is my son" your dad says introducing you to them.
"Don't worry he does have a life even though he still lives at home at twenty-five" you dad's snarky comment causes you to roll your eyes as you smile softly at them as you walk past them and into the dining room where all the food is set up. You keep mumbling things under your breath as your dad embarrassed you in front of the two hot dilfs, "so what if I still live at home at twenty-five" you mumble to yourself as you place the knives and forks down at the table.
"You guys didn't need to dress up" you hear your dad's loud booming voice echo from the hallway all the way into the dining room, after them chatting in the hallway for about ten minutes they all finally make there way into the dining room taking their seats. Your dad is at the head of the table and your next to him whereas Chris and Henry are on the opposite side to you, "I'll be back, I need to go serve up dinner" your dad says as he places his napkin down and he walks out of the dining room leaving you alone with the two hot men.
The awkward silence was deafening, but you couldn't take your eyes off of them. You wanted them. The way their suits clung onto their bodies was proof of how they must be muscular, and you wanted to see their sexy body's as they pounded into you. Fuck..you could dream. Your dad strutted in with plates of food, placing them all down, and you started to eat. Even though you were eating, you were watching Chris and Henry, the way the forks filled with food were placed into their wet mouths.
After dinner and a couple of games and a lot of alcohol at least on your dad's part, the day was coming to an end. Your dad passed out from the amount of alcohol he had drank, Chris and Henry helped you carry your dad upstairs to his bedroom, covering him up to keep him warm so he doesn't freeze. You slowly close his bedroom door, and you come face to face with the two men, "I guess that's it for tonight" you say in a soft nervous tone as you look up at the two men but they both just smirk down at you.
Henry steps forward and grips the back of your neck, pushing his face against yours and pressing his lips against your soft ones, your eyes widen in shock but slowly close as you enjoy this touch of passion. Henry and you both stumble to the side, pushing your bedroom door open, and you both land on the bed bouncing slightly but not breaking the kiss. Chris slowly walks in as he watches this unfold, your body laying on top of Henry's as you both passionately make out, Chris slowly pulls down your smart trousers and your underwear just enough so that your tight pink hairless pucker is on display.
Chris leans in and begins lapping up your hole, rimming you to the best of his ability. His tongue slowly pushed inside you, curling and flicking against your soft, warm walls. Once your hole is all soaking wet and slowly opening up with Chris' hot breath against it, he leans away and strips off naked and presses his pre-cum soaked tip against your hole slowly pushing it in. You throw your head back breaking the kiss, you gasp out in shock and pleasure as your feel his cock completely fill your hole.
Henry manages to unbutton his shirt opening it up exposing his hairy chest and ripped abs, your eyes dart down and you gasp out at his reveal. Chris grips onto your hips as he continues to slowly pound into you faster and faster, whereas Henry's hands travel down to unbuckle his belt and he manages to get his thick uncut cock out. Chris stops pumping into you for a moment and helps you both strip off fully naked and you get back into the position you were just in.
Chris slips his cock back into your gaping hole and with the help of Chris' hand, Henry's cock slips into your tight hole. You gasp out in slight pain that eases away in pure sultry bliss as your hole accommodates to the size of both their cocks. Henry bucks his hips up into you and Chris digs his nails into your hips as he pumps himself back and forth into you his cock rubbing up against Henry's thick member. Your eyes roll back as they pound away into you relentlessly as your cock spurts out cum as they both stretch your hole to an orgasmic size.
Your hole tightens against Henry and Chris' cocks as they stop pounding into you and both feel your muscle ring tighten around them, their cocks can't take it anymore and they spurt out cum inside your asshole giving you the ultimate cream pie. "I think I know what I'm thankful for this year" you say in a soft tone as you feel both their cocks slip out of your hole and they pull you under the duvet to warm you up. "Happy Thanksgiving" Henry and Chris say in unison and they both place a kiss on either side of your cheek as your naked bodies rub against eachother.
Happy Thanksgiving. đŚ
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[SUMMARY: Coparenting with Joel, he finds out the man youâre newly dating is a danger. ]
PART TWO
Meeting for thanksgiving dinner.
Joel sat down watching as Henryâs hand settled on your lower back. Sarah and Tommy could be heard joking around in the background with Everly as all of Joelâs focus fell on another man touching you.
Angst
Just as you turned off the stove the bell rung unexpectedly.
âJoel?â You whispered to yourself as you saw him through the window.
âDid you forget something?â You asked as you opened the door.
âWe need to talkâ the look of concern in his eyes caught your attention. Quietly you let him in and had him follow you to the kitchen as Everly lay on the living room floor watching tv.
âDinner is ready, if youâd like I can make you a plateâ he shook his head distracted with what he had to say.
âHow much do you know about this Henry guy?â You turned to him confused by his question.
âUm, Iâm still getting to know him, I know some things-â
âLike what?â You knew Joel, something wasnât right.
âHe doesnât have kids, he lives alone, he runs his mechanic company- why are you asking me this?â You rubbed your forehead with a puzzled expression.
âI donât think you should see him anymore-â
âWhat? Joel-â you almost laughed. Who was he to tell you who to and not date?
âLook, thereâs some things about him that just ainât right-â
âWhat things?â You placed your hand on your hip with a sigh.
âWhat did you do a background check on him?â You spoke sarcastically as he moved closer leaning in toward you.
âAnd what if I did? Heâs around you and our daughterâ he spoke low.
âAlright, this is getting ridiculous. Where are you going with this?â
Joel looked towards the door to make sure Every wasnât near before turning back to you, an intense look in his eyes.
âHeâs got a damn order of protection on him from another woman he was with before he met you,â
âJoel-â
âHe was stalkinâ her and it wasnât just herâ you looked up at him silently unsure how to take in this information.
âHow do you know this?â You asked softly noticing the uncomfortable swallow with your question.
âHow?â You repeated.
âSam-â you instantly turned walking away.
âI donât wanna hear about Sam! So your drunk irresponsible friend whoâs already got you into trouble before is who youâre trusting with this information?!â
âI donât think heâs wrongâ he walked towards you as you kept your back to him prepping Everlys plate on the counter.
âAnd what if itâs not the Henry Iâm dating? Then what? What if itâs just another one of his mix ups?â Joel stood silent before you finally turned back to him.
âLook Iâm sure you donât like the fact that Iâm dating again and-â
âYou think Iâm lyinâ? You think Iâd lie about somethinâ like this?â
âNo, Joel. I just think you jumped on the wrong informationâ you could see the frustration he felt that you didnât believe him.
âYou think so? Or you think he really coincidentally just keeps runninâ into you and Everly?â
âItâs a small town, Joel. Look..â you sighed.
âThis week is thanksgiving and I was thinking of inviting him for dinner with you, TommyâŚthe girls. Heâs really nice, Joel, I donât think itâs him-â
âAre you listeninâ to what Iâm sayinâ dammitâ he snapped in a low voice as Everly ran up to the door.
âDaddy?â
Joel sighed and crouched down as Everly ran up to him.
âHi, honeyâ
âAre you picking me up again?â
âNot right now, baby, soon I promiseâ he assured her as she smiled and ran out the room. Joel stood back up as you leaned back against the counter crossing your arms.
âThereâs no proof on this, Joel-â
âCome on, what are the damn odds in it being the same damn mechanic named Henry?â he whispered.
âIâm not going to argue about this with you without certainty especially with who this came from. I donât trust Sam, you know that. You either come Thursday or you donâtâ you stubbornly responded.
âIâll be hereâ his voice was cold.
Joel left you thinking over what he had said. What if it was true? But then again thinking about who it came fromâŚit couldnât be true. Sam must have it all wrong like he usually does.
It was Thanksgiving day as you spent the day cooking, Sarah rushed over to help you excitedly. You promised her this year youâd teach her how to make a turkey. Joel and Tommy arrived with desserts and drinks offering to help in anyway they could.
You hadnât spoken to Joel since he had come over a few days earlier yet you could feel the slight tension with him no one else seemed to notice. After finishing up the food you ran upstairs to change before coming back down in a new brown dress you bought with black boots. Joel sat on the floor playing with Everly before Sarahâs comment caught his attention.
âWoah look at you! You look beautiful!â Joel looked up and was completely taken back, captivated by your beauty when the bell rang.
Henry had arrived.
You felt your heart racing as you opened the door. You wondered what the night would be like, how would Joel act?
âHiâ you grinned happily as Henry greeted you with a basket full of cookies and a bottle of wine.
âOh my favoriteâ you sighed before tip toeing to kiss him. Joel wasnât one with a poker face, the sight of you kissing another man wasnât one he thought heâd ever be ready to see. Tommy nudging him on the shoulder making him snap out of it, he cleared his throat and stood up.
âGuys this is Henry, Henry, you remember Joel,â
âOf courseâ Henry grinned âthis is his brother Tommy and his daughter Sarahâ
âWell, itâs great to meet you allâ he smiled as Tommy and Sarah smiled while Joel stood rather serious, focused on him.
âSo-â you spoke up awkwardly.
âAre we ready to eat?â
âBeen readyâ Tommy chuckled rubbing his stomach.
âLetâs eat!â Everly yelled excitedly leading the way to the kitchen. Joel stood behind watching as Henry wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close.
âHere-â Joel cleared his throat as he caught up to you and Henry.
âLet me give you a hand with bringing the food to the tableâ
âDonât worry about it, I got herâ Henry turned to him as you stood rather awkwardly between both men.
âItâs alright, Joel. Thanksâ you whispered with a smile before turning toward the counter with Henry.
Joel sat down watching as Henryâs hand settled on your lower back. Sarah and Tommy could be heard joking around in the background with Everly as all of Joelâs focus fell on another man touching you. Henryâs hand slid lower eventually gliding over your ass making Joel straighten himself in his seat, his fist clenched beside his dinner plate. Henryâs hand placement did distract you but him giving your ass a squeeze was what made you gasp.
âHenryâ you whispered looking over at him.
âNot in front of them pleaseâ you smiled awkwardly.
âWhy not?â he chuckled still not removing his hand.
âPlease, itâs there first time meeting you-â
âWorried about your ex?â He raised a brow.
âNo, itâs justâŚcan you just be respectfulâ Joel furrowed his brows as he noticed you gently push his hand away but that didnât stop Henry.
âOh give me a breakâ he laughed putting his hand right back where it was and pulling you toward him.
âLetâs just put the food outâ you whispered before turning to the table with a smile.
âThis smells deliciousâ Tommy spoke excitedly.
âWell, with Sarahâs help it did come out deliciousâ you sat beside Henry with Everly on the other side of you in a booster seat.
âThank you for teachinâ Sarah how to make the turkey, I know it wouldnât have been the same if I did itâ
âCause you suck at cookinââ Tommy chuckled making you laugh.
âWhat are you laughinâ at, you used to love my spaghettiâ Joel teased, bringing back a memory that made you smile.
âThat I didâ you whispered almost forgetting Henry was right beside you until he placed his hand on your lap.
âWell-â you cleared your throat, âletâs dig in.â
Tommy stood up and turned on the radio to play music so thankfully it wasnât as silent. Everly danced in her chair as she played with Sarah before Joel decided to start asking questions.
âSo howâd you two meet?â Joel looked directly at Henry wanting him to respond. It didnât matter if you had told him, he wanted to hear what Henry had to say.
âWell, she came in one day needing to fix something in her car. I had already been seeing her since she passed by my job on days she walked to work. Iâd see her drinking her coffee hoping sheâd come in one day , -â his words leaving you with a puzzled expression.
âYouâd see me walking to work?â
âMhmâ
âThatâs strange, because usually if I walk I take another route that wouldnât pass your job, I mean I donât remember passing itâ you sat lost in thought as Joel leaned forward.
âThatâs so weird I canât remember-â
âMustâve been a while ago thenâ Henry chuckled nervously.
âBut anyway, the day you finally came in-â
âWhat was it that made her finally come in?â Joel asked as he took a bite of his food.
âFlat tireâ he responded.
âSomehow I managed to drive over glass or something that slit it, I swear I have the best luck. I had no choice but to stop at Henryâs, it happened just as I came out of workâ
âHmâ Joel squinted his eyes at Henry who looked over at you.
âAinât that convenient. Happen to have a mechanic right by you, huhâ Joel continued. You could hear the sarcasm in his voice and looked up at him.
âI think Everly is loving the turkeyâ Sarah said giggling distracting all of you. You laughed looking over at your daughter but could feel Joelâs eyes on you..
Just as dinner was over everyone
moved to the living room to watch TV. Henry and Tommy lost in a conversation about football as you began cleaning up. Sarah offered to stay with Everly as Joel began to help you clear the table.
âI hope you enjoyed everythingâ you spoke softly without looking at him.
âCourse I didâ he responded without taking his eyes off you. You could tell there was more he wanted to say but before he could you stopped him.
âLook, I know what youâre thinking.â You whispered.
âHe did not do that to my car-â his shoulders tensed up as you spoke.
âit could happen to anyoneâ you continued.
âYou donât really believe that, do you?â He looked down at you, eyes focused.
âIâm not having this conversation anymoreâ you began to turn away just as he caught you by your arm when Henry entered the kitchen.
Clearing his throat standing at the doorway, Joel quickly let you go as you stood awkwardly.
âYou alright?â Henry approached you ignoring Joel beside you.
âYes, how about we try those cookies you bought?â You smiled quickly turning away grabbing the basket as Henry looked up at Joel. Joel glared at him before you turned back and led Henry outâŚyou knew the evening was far from overâŚ.
(Iâm so sorry itâs short!! Iâve been very caught up with my daughter but I wanted to post this today for thanksgiving. Iâll continue it soon! I promise. Thanks for your patience. Some tags did not work so Iâm sorry if you werenât tagged.)
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Let the Light In |8|
Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader
Chapter Eight: Old Temptations
Summary: After hiding yourself away for weeks, Anika and Henry get you to return to the living. While you're at the party they bring you to, you run into Tara before a third-party runs into your fists.
Warning(s): Swearing, fighting - whoop whoop!! that's the sound, social interactions, and drinking (underage)
Notes: I made at least ten drafts, combined them, adjusted, and here is the final product. This is more of an R focused chapter, so you'll start to see more of the internal struggles she goes through along with a special guest start. As always, I hope you enjoy
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The incandescent lights of Henry's apartment building buzz overhead as you follow him and Anika up the concrete stairs. Your boots echo against each step, creating a hollow rhythm that matches your reluctant heartbeat. You've been dreading this party all week, but your friends had worn you down with their relentless enthusiasm and pointed comments about your "hermit tendencies."
"I still can't believe you actually agreed to come," Henry says over his shoulder, his keys jingling as he searches for the right one. "Usually getting you out after exams is like trying to coax a cat into taking a bath."
"Maybe I'm turning over a new leaf," you mutter, knowing full well it's a lie. The only reason you'd agreed was because they'd caught you in a moment of weaknessâspecifically, when you were coming down from a three-day study binge and your defenses were too low to properly deflect their persistent pestering.
Anika snorts, adjusting her glittering top that catches the harsh hallway light. "Right. And I'm going to start watching silent films with you."
"Charlie Chaplinâs a classic," you defend, following them into Henry's apartment. The familiar scent of his signature sandalwood candles hits you immediately.Â
"Whatever you say, grandma," Henry teases, disappearing into his bedroom. You can hear him rummaging around, probably looking for whatever he plans to wear tonight.
You collapse onto his worn leather couch, the same one he'd rescued from a curb three years ago. Despite its questionable origins, it's the most comfortable piece of furniture you've ever encountered. Maybe if you sink deep enough into it, they'll forget you're here and leave without you.
Anika perches on the arm of the couch, already touching up her makeup in a compact mirror. "You know," she starts, and you recognize that toneâit's the one she uses when she's about to say something she thinks you won't like. "Tara might be there tonight."
Your stomach does an uncomfortable flip. "And why would I care about that?"
"Oh, I don't know," Anika draws out the words, applying another coat of mascara with practiced precision. "Maybe because you've been moping around ever since your little disappearing act?"
"I haven't been moping," you protest, but even you can hear how weak it sounds. "I've been studying. There's a difference."
"Right," she says, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
You open your mouth to argue, then close it again. The past few weeks have been a blur of textbooks, coffee, and a blend of mathematical formulas and historical documentations. You'd thrown yourself into exam preparation with perhaps more vigor than strictly necessary, but that was just your way of dealing with stress.Â
It definitely had nothing to do with how you'd ignored her texts afterward.
Dork (3:47 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) I can't make it tonight
Tara (3:48 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) oh. lemme knw when u can rescheduleÂ
Dork (3:48 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) Tara, don't do that
Tara (3:49 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) dont wat????
Dork (3:49 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) I know what 'oh' means
Tara (3:50 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) well then eblighten me cuz idk what ur ymmaring abt
Dork (3:51 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) *Enlighten/*yammering, and never mind
Tara (3:51 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) đ¤ is u frÂ
Dork (3:52 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) Excuse me?Â
Tara (3: 52 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) i have to explain??? but i thougt u were all knowing!
Dork (3:53 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) *Thought. I know you know how to spell, you're just reckless with a keyboard
Tara (3:53 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) my question is when did i ask
Dork (3:54 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) That's an improvement
Tara (3:54 pm - 2 WEEKS AGO) stfup.
Henry emerges from his bedroom, now wearing a fitted crop-top that every guy wore in the 80âs. "Are we talking about the Tara situation?"
"There is no 'Tara situation,'" you insist, making air quotes with your fingers. "Can we please just go to this party so I can suffer through it and get back to my peaceful, drama-free existence?"
"Drama-free?" Henry laughs, grabbing his keys. "Is that what we're calling your one-person production of 'Hamlet' these last eighteen years?"
You bite your thumb at him, but there's no real heat behind it. These are your best friends, after all, and you know their teasing comes from a place of love. Even if they're being particularly annoying about it tonight.
The drive to the party is a blur of street lights and the sound of Abbey Road. You're behind the wheel of your beloved '70 Ford Maverick, a car that Henry constantly ridicules. Anika claims the passenger seat, still fussing with her makeup, while Henry sprawls in the back, giving you directions that are more confusing than helpful.
"No, no, turn left at the nextâwait, I meant right. My other left."
"Your other left?" you deadpan, making the turn anyway. "How many lefts do you have?"
"Don't sass the navigator," he replies primly. "Oh, there it is! The house with all the cars out front."
You pull up to the curb about half a block away, already feeling your anxiety spike at the sight of the crowded frat house. Music pulses from within, so loud you can feel it in your chest even from here. People mill about on the front lawn, red cups in hand, their laughter carrying through the night air.
"Remind me again why I agreed to this?" you ask, killing the engine but making no move to get out of the car.
Anika turns to you, her expression softening slightly. "Because Henry threatened to sing the entire soundtrack of 'Cats' outside your bedroom door if you didn't come."
"That was a low blow," you mutter, finally unbuckling your seatbelt. "You know how much I hate that musical."
"Desperate times," Henry says cheerfully, already out of the car and bouncing on his heels with excitement. "Come on, let's go find out what kinds of terrible decisions we can make tonight!"
You follow your friends up the walkway, trying to ignore the way your palms are already sweating. The last party you'd attended had been... well, it had been a week before your self-imposed exile. The night Tara had looked at you with those impossibly dark eyes and asked if you wanted to get some air, and you'd panicked and made up an excuse about needing to check on your nonexistent fish.
The front door is already open, music and voices spilling out into the night. As soon as you cross the threshold, you're hit with a wall of sensory input that makes your head spin. The air is thick with artificial fog from a machine hidden somewhere in the corner, mixed with the distinctive scent of cheap beer and various perfumes and colognes. Multi-colored lights pulse in time with the music, turning everything into a strobing dreamscape and your nightmare.
Henry guides you through the crowd with a gentle hand on your back, navigating the sea of bodies with practiced ease. You catch glimpses of familiar faces as you pass. They all blur together in the dim light, becoming a kaleidoscope of features that makes your head swim.
You end up at yet another worn leather couch that's seen better days, probably around the same era as your car. Henry gestures for you to sit, and you do, grateful for something solid beneath you. The cushions seem to want to swallow you whole, and for once, you don't fight it.
"I'll get us drinks!" Henry shouts over the music, already backing away into the crowd. "Don't move!"
Anika lingers for a moment, looking torn between staying with you and pursuing whateverâor whoeverâhas caught her attention across the room. You wave her off with a weak smile. "Go. I'll be fine right here, becoming one with the furniture."
She hesitates another second before grinning. "Try to have some fun, okay? And text me if you need an escape plan." Then she's gone, disappearing into the crowd with the grace of Mindy, someone who actually enjoys these sorts of gatherings.
Left alone, you let yourself sink deeper into the couch, watching the party unfold around you. A group of girls near the makeshift dance floor are attempting some sort of choreographed routine, though the alcohol in their systems is making it more comedic than coordinated. Two guys are engaged in what appears to be an intense debate about pizza toppings, their gestures becoming more animated with each passing second.
The bass line of whatever song is playing thrums through your body, making your bones vibrate in a way that's not entirely unpleasant. You find yourself timing your breathing to it, using it as an anchor in the chaos. This isn't so bad, you think. You can handle this. It's just a few hours, and then you can go home and binge-watch your comfort shows until the sun comes up.
"Y/L/N special!" Henry's voice breaks through your thoughts as he returns, thrusting a red solo cup into your hands. The liquid inside is an alarming shade of orange that definitely doesn't occur in nature.
You eye it suspiciously. "What exactly makes it a âY/L/N special'?"
"The fact that it's specifically designed for the same people who despise candy unless it's 99% cacao," he explains, dropping onto the couch beside you with his own drinkâsomething amber-colored that you assume is actually beer.
"That's... oddly thoughtful," you admit, taking a tentative sip. It tastes like water thatâs had lemons and limes soak in it for months, the kick makes your tongue tingle. "And dangerous."
"Just pace yourself," he advises, watching as more people filter into the already crowded space. "Oh hey, isn't that Charlotte?"
You follow his gaze to see Charlotte, the person you ended things with through a text message. You try to hide behind the red plastic in your hand as you sip, but you nearly spill your bitter bread water all over yourself when she notices you. You can tell it caught her off guard; her eyes slightly widened and she took an uncomfortably long pause mid-sentence. This pause caused her friends to look over which only made things even more awkwardâat least for you. After shooting daggers at you and one of them flipping you off, they linked elbows with Charlotte and took her to a different room.
You know you deserved it.
Henry sucked his teeth. âOuch. Casanova strikes again,â he chuckled with amusement.
âUgh,â you express in response to the name for you before downing the last of the liquid in your cup. âIâm out. Iâm gonna get one more.â
One drink turns into two, two turns into three, and somewhere during your debate with Henry over which Ninja Turtleâs the best one, youâre interrupted by a pair of familiar dark brown eyes meeting yours. Your attention always seemed to gravitate towards Tara Carpenter.Â
You momentarily pause your expression of admiration for Leonardo, peeking over Henryâs shoulder to give Tara a downwards smile paired with a finger wave. She rolls her eyes and returns your finger wave in a mocking gesture. After Henry realizes whatâs grabbed your attention, he makes an excuse to walk away.
You're nursing your fifth orange drink when she materializes beside you, seemingly out of thin air. "Seriously?" The word drips with exasperation. "You're actually hiding behind Henry?"
"I'm not hiding," you protest, pulling yourself up to what you hope is a dignified height. "I'm strategically positioning myself for optimal social avoidance."
Tara snortsâan inelegant sound that somehow makes her more endearing. "Is that what we're calling it?"Â
The space between you crackles with a tension that's part irritation, part something else entirely.Â
"I could ask you the same thing," you counter with a crack in your voice. Tara notices this and slightly raises an eyebrow while giving you a once-over. "Pretty sure you've been standing in the exact same spot for the last twenty minutes."
Her eyes narrow. "I'm observing."
"Stalking," you correct automatically.
"Strategically positioning myself," she throws your earlier words back at you, and there's a glint in her eye that makes your breath catch.
For a moment, you felt uncharacteristically at ease in such a settingâwhen you catch a fragment of a conversation that makes your blood run cold.Â
ââCarpenter's got a mouth on her that couldâ"
The words slice through your alcohol-induced haze like a knife. Your head whips around so fast you almost give yourself whiplash, searching for the source of the comment. Two guys are leaning against the wall near the stairs, one of them making crude gestures as he continues to make vile comments about Tara.
The pleasant warmth in your system transforms instantly into liquid fire. You recognize one of themâMarcus Wheeler from your Calculus class, the one who always makes inappropriate comments during lectures and thinks he's God's gift to mathematics. The other is unfamiliar, but the way he's laughing and encouraging Marcus makes your skin crawl.
Your muscles tense. Tara notices immediately. "Don't," she warns, a single word packed with more meaning than should be possible.
But you're already moving, your body acting before your brain can fully process the decision.Â
Your fist connects with his jaw before you even realize you've thrown the punch. There's a satisfying crack that you feel more than hear, followed by a burst of pain across your knuckles that you're too angry to properly register. The pain sends a rush through you, pushes you, tempts you for more.Â
Marcus staggers back, both surprised and hurt, but recovers quickly. He lunges for you, but your muscle memory kicks in. You sidestep, using his momentum against him, and somehow you end up on top of him, getting in another solid hit before strong hands pull you away.
The world comes rushing back all at once. The music has stopped, replaced by the murmur of shocked voices and the ringing in your ears. Everyone is staring at you, their faces a blur of surprise and judgment. Marcus is on the ground, blood trickling from his split lip, and presumably broken nose, looking at you with a mixture of rage, disbelief, and fear.
Your chest feels too tight, like someone's wrapped steel bands around your ribcage and is slowly tightening them. The weight of what you've just done crashes over you like a wave, threatening to pull you under. You need to get outânow.
You shoulder your way through the crowd, ignoring Henry calling your name, ignoring the whispers that follow in your wake. Someone tries to grab your arm, but you shake them off, focused solely on reaching the door. The cool night air hits your face like a slap when you finally burst outside, but you keep walking, your hands shaking as the adrenaline starts to wear off.
The crisp winter air hits you like a slap when you stumble outside, your breath forming small clouds in the freezing night.
âWait!â
When did she get here?
"Let me see," Tara's voice cuts through your alcohol-induced haze, her hand reaching for yours with a familiarity that makes your head spinâor maybe you've had one too many of those orange drinks.
You thrust your hand toward her dramatically, wincing as the movement sends a spike of pain through your bruised knuckles.
"I totally got that incel good," you slur, a giggle bubbling up from somewhere deep and slightly unhinged. The ice beneath your feet seems to shimmer with your triumph.
Tara's fingers hover just above your hand, not quite touching but close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from her skin. "You're going to need ice for that," she says, her tone caught between exasperation and something elseâsomething softer.
"Ice, huh?" You look down at the ground, the irony not lost on you.Â
With exaggerated precision, you bend down and scoop up a handful of snow, pressing it against your knuckles. The cold bites, but it's a welcome contrast to the burning anger and alcohol still coursing through your system.
"This works, right?" You look up at her, your eyes wide and slightly unfocused. The world tilts slightly, but Tara remains steadyâan anchor in your spinning vision.
Something flickers in her eyesâamusement, maybe. "You're something else," she mutters, but there's no real bite to the words.
Emboldened by alcohol and adrenaline, you lean in closer. The words tumble out before you can stop them. "So⌠I never did get an answer to that proposal."
Tara goes very still. A smile begins to form, tentative and fragile as first light.Â
She chuckles at your remark before shaking her head and scoffing to herself. "Sometimes I just don't get you," she says with a smile still etched on her face, but there's more complexity in those words than simple dismissal as she stares back into your eyes.
Confusion must show on your face because she looks away, the streetlight catching the curve of her cheek, the set of her jaw. You didnât know what else to say so you just said the first thing that came to mind.Â
âMerry birthday, Tar,â you said.Â
Sheâs taken aback by this. She didnât know what to say, yet still opened her mouth to respond. Maybe something would come to her, but before anything didâ
"There you are!" Anika's voice cuts through the moment like a knife. Your car pulls up to the curb, engine running warm against the freezing air. "We need to get out of here before that guy calls the cops."
The moment dissolves. Tara takes a step back, creating distance that feels more emotional than physical. You're left standing there, snow melting between your fingers, the taste of unresolved everything burning at the back of your throat.
As you climb into the passenger seat, you catch one last glimpse of her in the side mirrorâa silhouette, perfectly still and impossibly distant.
â
The drive home is mostly silent, broken only by the occasional sigh from Anika and the gentle humming of your car's engine. Your knuckles throb in time with your heartbeat, a steady reminder of your momentary loss of control. The adrenaline is wearing off now, replaced by a mixture of embarrassment and alcohol-induced wooziness that makes you slouch lower in your seat.
"You know," Anika finally says as she pulls into your shared apartment complex, "when I said you needed to be more social, starting another fight wasn't exactly what I had in mind."
You grunt in response, too busy focusing on the way the world is tilting slightly to form actual words. The drinks are hitting harder now that the excitement is over, making everything feel soft around the edges.
"Use your words," she chides, killing the engine.Â
"Words are for people who don't punch assholes at parties," you mumble, fumbling with your seatbelt. The simple mechanism seems impossibly complex right now.
Anika reaches over to help you, her movements gentle despite her exasperated tone. "Come on, Rocky Balboa. Let's get you inside."
Getting up the stairs to your second-floor apartment proves to be an adventure. You insist you can do it yourself, but after the third time you miss a step, Anika wraps an arm around your waist and practically drags you up.
"I can walk," you protest, even as you lean heavily against her.
"Sure you can. Just like you can make rational decisions at parties, right?"Â
You attempt to glare at her, but the effect is somewhat ruined when you stumble over your own feet. "He deserved it."
"Oh, I'm not arguing that point," Anika says, fishing her keys out of her purse while still supporting most of your weight. "Marcus Wheeler is definitely in the running for Biggest Douchebag of the Year. But maybe next time we could handle it without violence? You know, like adults?"
"Adulting is overrated," you declare as she manages to get the door open. "If I was a kid, I could just pull Tara's pigtails or something."
Anika steers you toward the kitchen, depositing you none too gently into one of the mismatched chairs around your small table. "Okay, first of all, that's not the approach to crushing on someone that you think it is. Second, stay put while I get the first aid kit."
You slump forward, resting your forehead against the cool surface of the table. "Not crushing," you mumble into the wood. "Just... emotionally compromised."
"Right," Anika calls from the bathroom, where you can hear her rummaging through cabinets. "And I'm just 'casually interested' in my hot girlfriend."
"That's different," you argue, lifting your head slightly. "You two are together. Youâre attached to the hipâyou donât hide from each other."
"Ha! So you admit you were hiding!"
You let your head thunk back down onto the table. "I admit nothing. I was studying. Very intensely. In locations where certain people were statistically unlikely to appear."
Anika returns with the first aid kit and a bag of frozen peas, setting both on the table. "Sit up, you disaster. Let me see your hand."
You comply with a dramatic sigh, straightening in your chair and holding out your injured hand. Your knuckles are already starting to bruise, spots of purple blooming across the skin. There are a few small cuts, probably from where you caught Marcus's teeth.
"This might sting," Anika warns before dabbing at the cuts with an alcohol wipe. You hiss through your teeth but don't pull away. "So," she continues, her tone deceptively casual, "want to talk about what really happened back there?"
"Not particularly," you mutter, watching as she carefully cleans each cut. "Can we just chalk it up to temporary insanity and move on?"
"You punched a guy for talking shit about Tara." She applies antibiotic ointment with practiced efficiency. "That's not temporary insanity. That's feelings."
You try to pull your hand away, but she holds firm. "It's notâ I justâ He was being gross!"
"Mhmm." She wraps your knuckles in gauze with precise movements. "And the fact that it was about Tara specifically had nothing to do with your reaction?"
"I would have done the same for anyone," you insist, even though you both know it's a lie. "It's about basic human decency."
"Right. Basic human decency. That's why you've been moping around our apartment for two weeks, taking different routes, and muttering under your breath when you think I can't hear you."
Before you can form a suitably indignant response, your phone buzzes. Henry's face appears on the screen, caught mid-laugh at some long-ago hangout.
You put the call on speaker, feeling too exhausted to hold the phone. Henry's excited voice crackles through, bursting with energy.
"Holy shit! Are you okay? That was the most badass thing I've ever seen in my life!"
"I'm fine," you mutter, wincing as Anika presses a bag of frozen peas against your bruised knuckles. "Ow! Except for my so-called best friend trying to give me frostbite."
Anika's tone is no-nonsense. "Keep the ice on, or your hand will swell up like a balloon."
Henry can barely contain his excitement. "You should have seen Marcus's face after you left. He was completely shaken. I don't think anyone's ever stood up to him like that before."
You groan, tilting your head back. "Great. Now I'll be known as the crazy chick who starts fights at parties. That'll look amazing on my resume."
"Are you kidding? You're going to be a legend!" Henry starts, then suddenly there's a scuffle in the background.
"Am I on speaker?" you ask, suspicion rising in your voice.
"No!" Henry says simultaneously with another voice declaring, "Yes!"
You recognize the second voice immediately. "Henry James Martinez," you say, using his full nameâknowing how much he hates itâ"Are you and Tony back together?"
"No!" Henry protests. "His place flooded, and he needed a place to stay!"
"Sure thing, Hef," you chuckle, catching Anika's amused smile.
Tony's cheerful voice joins the conversation. "Hey, heard you knocked some douche on his ass for talking shit about your girlfriend. Nicely done."
"She's not my girlfriend," you respond quickly.
Henry can't resist. "Define girlfriend."
You're ready with a comeback. "Define sharing a living space withâ"
"Uh oh, bad connection," Henry interrupts, and suddenly the line goes dead. Anika bursts into laughter.
âIâm gonna get you some aspirin,â Anika offered, patting your shoulder as she passed. âBut just so you know that whole âemotionally compromisedâ thing? Yeah, thatâs basically the definition of crushing.â
You make an incoherent noise of protest into the table.Â
"Oh, and by the way," Anika calls from the kitchen, "you're totally teaching me that right hook tomorrow. After your hangover wears off, of course."
You lift your head just enough to deadpan at her.Â
"Love you too, champ. Now take your aspirin and go to bed before you fall asleep on the table. Again."
Not long after she went to her room, you stumble into the bathroom, hand throbbing and head spinningâthe former a reminder of the nightâs events. The light is harsh against your alcohol-fogged brain. The tile floor is cold beneath your bare feet as you stumble to the sink, turning on the water and splashing your face.
When you look up, he's there.
Your Uncle's bloody corpse stands behind you in the reflection, that familiar crooked smile that's always been more predatory than comforting. His appearance is exactly as you remember from old photographsâthat slightly manic glint in his eye, the way he holds himself like violence is always just beneath the surface.
"Killer punch," he says, leaning against the bathroom wall. No greeting, no preamble. Just direct observation.
You don't jump but roll your eyes. "Go away," you mutter, gripping the sink's edge.
He chucklesâa sound that's more bark than laugh. "I saw myself in you tonight. That rage? That precise moment of calculated violence? Pure genetics that chose you."
"I'm nothing like you," you snap, turning to face him directly. The bathroom suddenly feels smaller.
He takes a step closer. "Oh, but you are. That moment when you heard those guys talking about your girl? That split second before the punch? That wasn't just anger. That was hunting instinct."
You close your eyes, trying to block him out. "I'm not a killer. I'm not you."
"Not yet," he says, and there's something almost proud in his voice. "But you've got the potential. I saw how you moved. How you calculated. How you knew exactly where to hit to cause maximum impact."
"My dadâs a professional pig," you counter. "Itâs not like I attended murder school."
His laugh is sharp, brittle. "Call it what you want. But we both know there's something inside you. Something sharp. Something waiting."
The argument feels familiarâlike every nightmare, every family gathering where his memory haunted the edges of conversation, their fear of the parallels you both held. You're tired of it. Tired of him.
"I'm going to bed," you declare, pushing past his spectral form.
He doesn't disappear immediately. Instead, his voice follows you. "We're not so different, you and me."
You pause at the doorway, not turning around, as your hand tightly grips the edges of the doorframe. "We're nothing alike."Â
The silence that follows is answer enough.
As you crawl back into bed, the room feels normal againâjust another night, just another internal argument with a ghost who refuses to stay buried.
But somewhere in the darkness, you can still feel him watching. Waiting.
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Thankful
Aaron invites Emily to Thanksgiving, and things change between them forever.
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Hi besties <3
This years Thanksgiving fic is a little earlier this year because Thanksgiving is the SGW anniversary so I am posting chapter 80 on Thursday to mark it!!
Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate, and if you're about to have a really hard couple of days with family I am holding more space for you than queer Twitter is for the lyrics of defying gravity.
Here's a little getting together fic for you all, and as always let me know what you think <3
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Warnings: None
Words: 3.6k
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Aaron groans and drops his pen to his desk, his fingers pressed into his temples as he looks back and forth between his completed pile of paperwork and what he has left to do. He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the headache he can feel building behind his eyes, and he blows out a breath.Â
âCoffee,â he mumbles to himself as he stands up and grabs his mug. He smiles and nods at Derek as he steps out of his office, and he walks past Emily and JJâs empty desks. He spots them standing in the kitchenette, both of their backs turned to him, and heâs about to call out and make them aware heâs there, but he comes to a stop when he hears their conversation.Â
âAre you sure you donât want to come to ours for Thanksgiving? Henry would love it, and Will makes enough food to feed the whole street anyway.âÂ
Emily shakes her head, âItâs okay, I promise,â she replies, âIâm going to my motherâs. Part of my attempt to make good with her again after the whole faking my death thing.â
Aaron doesnât have to see her face to know itâs a lie. Her relationship with her mother was still tense, at best, and he knew they barely spoke to each other. Heâd offered to be a buffer of some sort, to go with her to see her mother - something he saw as his responsibility since her fake death had been his decision - but sheâd turned him down. Her smile soft and appreciative as she told him she wouldnât want to put him through that, her hand on his arm as he sucked in a breath and pretended that a simple touch from her combined with the smell of her perfume didnât have him under her spell.Â
He couldnât remember when he fell in love with her. It had snuck up on him, his feelings for her shifting from mistrust to friendship to more so slowly that it felt as natural to him as breathing. His love for her so much a part of him he didnât know what heâd be without it anymore. He couldnât remember when he fell in love with her, but he remembered when he realised. A familiar pit in his stomach as he stood over her grave that heâd felt at Haleyâs funeral, the same suit heavy on his shoulders as he threw a rose on top of her empty coffin - the only flower heâd ever given her.Â
He told himself when she was in Paris that heâd do whatever was necessary to bring her home, that one day heâd get a chance to tell her that he loved her. Or at the very least, ask her out on a date. The reality of her return was different. She was a shell of herself, lost in the ruins of who she had once been - a feeling he was all too familiar with - and he knew there was very little she could take on top of the day-to-day of figuring out who she was now. He did his best to be there for her in the way that sheâd let him, his support silent at first. Eventually, he knew he had to say something, worried that heâd lose her entirely if he didnât, and they came to their agreement that sheâd tell him when she had a bad day.Â
It had restarted whatever closeness theyâd had before Doyle. She would spend evenings and her Saturdays with him and Jack. Sheâd sit on the sidelines of the little boyâs soccer games and cheer for him, her smile as close to hers as Aaron had seen it since just before everything went to hell. Any thought or attempt at telling her how he felt about her had taken a backseat, and he knew that heâd simply be her friend forever if thatâs what she needed from him.Â
He clears his throat, feeling bad for eavesdropping, and they both turn to look at him, Emilyâs smile slightly mischievous, âSorry, Hotch.âÂ
He suppresses a smile and reaches behind her to grab the coffee pot, âThatâs okay, Prentiss.âÂ
Outside of work, they only ever called each other by their first name, but they made a point of using surnames at work. Theyâd exchange a smirk as they did so and it had become a joke of sorts between them.Â
JJ scoffs and rolls her eyes at them, âEveryone knows youâre friends, you know,â she says, smiling before she turns to leave, throwing another comment over her shoulder as she walks away, âItâs okay if you guys call each other by your first names in front of the rest of us from time to time.âÂ
Emily chuckles and shakes her head at JJ as she walks away, âWeâve been rumbled.âÂ
He hums as he puts the coffee pot back down, âSpeaking of being rumbledâŚâ he starts, and she raises her eyebrow at him in response, âYouâre spending Thanksgiving at your motherâs?âÂ
She scrunches her nose up at him, âYou heard that?âÂ
âI did,â he says, hiding his smile behind his mug, âYou didnât want to go to JJâs?âÂ
She blows out a breath and looks around, making sure they are still alone, and she shrugs as she looks back at him, âThis might sound awful, but Iâm not sure I want to spend the day with them being an adorable happy family.â
âThat doesnât sound awful,â he assures her, âSometimes the holidays just remind usâŚâÂ
âOf what we donât have,â she finishes for him before she sighs and smiles sadly âSo I will be perfectly happy eating an entire pan of homemade mac and cheese to myself and hanging out with Sergio.âÂ
Later, heâd wonder why he says what he says next. He isnât sure if itâs the sadness sheâs trying to hide from him, his love for her, or the thought of her spending a holiday alone, or even a combination of all three, but he finds himself talking before he really thinks about it.
âYou could come over and spend the day with us if youâd like.âÂ
She shakes her head, already ready to argue with him, âOh, I couldnât intrude.âÂ
âItâs not intruding if I invite you,â he says, âPlus, I can promise no happy families. Itâs me, Jack, Jess and her and Haleyâs dad Roy who does not like me,â he smiles in a way he usually wouldnât in the office, drawn in by her and the surprised laugh she breathes out, âSo if anything, youâd be doing me a favour.â
She presses her lips together and looks at him curiously, and for a moment heâs sure sheâs going to turn him down, but instead, she nods, her lips pressed together as she clears her throat, âOkay. ThatâŚthat sounds nice. Iâll be here.âÂ
âGood,â he says, trying to tamper down his excitement, âJack will be so excited - we all know youâre his favourite person.âÂ
She smiles, âNeed me to bring anything?âÂ
âMaybe that homemade mac and cheese you were talking about?âÂ
She nods, âOkay,â she smiles at him, her lips pressed together as if she is holding something back, and then she clears her throat again, âI should go do some work.â
He nods, âI hear your boss is a bit of a tyrant.âÂ
She chuckles and shrugs, throwing him a wink before she walks away, âHeâs not all bad.âÂ
___
She almost turns around and goes home.Â
She finds herself standing on his doorstep, a casserole dish full of Mac and Cheese balancing on one of her hands and a bottle of wine tucked up under her arm, wondering why sheâd agreed to this. It wasnât that she didnât want to spend the day with Aaron and Jack, it was her favourite thing to do, but spending Thanksgiving with them, a day for families and spending time with those you love, was enough to make her ache.Â
She loved them in a way she wasnât sure she had a right to.Â
Sheâd loved Jack the moment she met him. He was adorable and cranky in Haleyâs arms as she walked into the office looking for Aaron, his cries at least in part coming from him picking up on his motherâs bad mood. Emily offered to take Jack for a few minutes when Haley tried to pretend she wasnât furious as she looked up at Aaronâs office, and sheâd been slightly surprised when she took her up on it. Sheâd sat at her desk for a few minutes with Jack in her lap and it was enough time for her to be completely charmed by him. Her love for him had grown with her relationship with him, and he was without a doubt one of the most important people in her life. Happiness and joy all rolled up into the smile of a 6-year-old boy who had already survived so much more than he should have.Â
Her love for Aaron was different. It had come out of nowhere, hit her like a truck as she stepped into his apartment and found him missing and his blood on the carpet. It was something sheâd shoved down, something sheâd pretended wasnât there, and sheâd been there for him as his world fell apart around him. There were times when she thought he might feel the same way too, fleeting moments when their eyes would meet and maybe felt as close to definitely as it ever had. Then Doyle happened. Tearing her sense of self apart for a second time, and she was glad there was nothing more between her and Aaron that would have put him in danger.Â
Since she came home theyâd become closer again, any initial awkwardness gone as quickly as it had appeared, and sometimes sheâd find him looking at him like he used to again. She wanted more with him, with him and Jack - to be part of an actual family for the first time in her life - but she wasnât sure she was enough for them anymore.Â
She wasnât sure if sheâd ever get back to the Emily that Aaron may have once loved.Â
Sheâs drawn out of herself when the door to the apartment is torn open, and she looks up to meet Aaronâs eyes. A smile on his face that only seemed to exist in the confines of his home, a soft side of him that belongs to his son that he would let her see too.Â
âHi,â he says, taking the casserole dish from her, âHappy Thanksgiving.â
She chuckles, âHappy Thanksgiving,â she tilts her head at him curiously, âHow did you know I was out here? I didnât knock.âÂ
He steps back to let her into the apartment, âI saw you standing out here. I knew if I let you think about it any longer youâd leave.âÂ
She presses her lips together and nods, âSometimes I worry you know me a little too well.âÂ
He laughs and puts the mac and cheese down on the kitchen counter, âI donât think thatâs possible,â he smiles over at Jessica who is standing in the kitchen and cooking, âJess, you remember Emily.âÂ
Jessica nods, âHappy Thanksgiving, Emily.âÂ
âHappy Thanksgiving,â she says, âEverything smells amazing.âÂ
Jack interrupts them before they can say anything else. He runs down the hall from his bedroom, throwing himself into Emilyâs arms, âEmmy!â
âHi Jack,â she says, hugging him close as she kisses his forehead before she pulls back, âHappy Thanksgiving.â
âYou too,â he smiles, âI was just showing Grandpa the train set you got me for my birthday.âÂ
Emily looks up and smiles at a man sheâd only seen briefly once before at his daughterâs funeral. She didnât have to be good at what she did to see the way Roy looks at her, followed by the way he looks at Aaron. Distrust and a hint of anger in his eyes that feels misplaced. It makes her shackles rise, her grip on Jack in her arms tightening as she slips on a mask sheâd had for as long as she could remember. One that had grown with her since she was the same age as the little boy in her arms.Â
She paints on a smile and adjusts her hold on Jack, holding one hand out to Roy for him to shake, âNice to meet you, Mr Brooks.âÂ
He hums and looks down at her hand before he steps past her to get a drink from the kitchen, âYouâre Aaronâs friend.âÂ
She narrows her eyes as he turns his back and then she catches Aaronâs gaze, sees the I told you he hates me shining in his eyes, and she clears her throat, ready to protect the man she loves from anything, even his ex-father-in-law.Â
âYes,â she says, her smile as polite as it could be, âI am.â
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Dinner is hard work.Â
She has to stop herself from interjecting each time Roy says something passive-aggressive, or occasionally downright aggressive, to Aaron. The only things that stop her are the fact that Jack is in the room and that sheâs sure Aaron wouldnât appreciate her inserting herself into complicated family affairs.Â
By the time Jessica and Roy leave, she canât help but wonder how such a horrid man had raised two such wonderful women. It feels unkind, especially when she acknowledges what he has lost, but it sticks in her mind. How heâs so obviously lost in his own grief that heâs taking it out on those around him, specifically Aaron, without acknowledging what heâd lost too. Or that he was the father of his grandson, the absolute hero of his grandson, and that if he carried on down the path he was taking Jack would only grow to resent him for treating his father that way as he gets older.Â
She blows out a breath and sinks further into Aaronâs couch, glass of wine in hand, and she smiles at the sound of chattering coming from Jackâs bedroom down the hall. She closes her eyes and imagines a world where this was her life. Where she sat here every evening listening to her Hotchner boys talk to each other, or snuggled between them on the couch every night.Â
She opens her eyes when she hears the bedroom door opening and she smiles at Aaron as he walks towards her, âHe okay?âÂ
Aaron nods as he sits down, âHeâs okay. Holidays are hard - he misses Haley.âÂ
âYou both do,â she says, smiling softly at him.âItâs okay to miss her even though you weren't together anymore when she died. Youâve known her most of your life,â she reaches out for him, her hand on his arm before she can think about it, âItâs okay to miss her.â
He nods, blowing out a slow breath, chuckling humourlessly as he reaches for his glass of wine on the coffee table, grateful when her hand doesnât slip away from his arm, her palm warm against his skin âAnd you say I know you too well.âÂ
She hums, âI donât think thatâs possible,â she smiles when he does at her repetition of his words earlier that day, âCan I ask you something?âÂ
âAlways.âÂ
Thereâs something so honest about the way he says it that it surprises her for a moment, stealing the breath from her lungs as she smiles at him, âHas Roy always been like that with you?âÂ
âStandoffish?âÂ
âI was going to go for rude,â she mutters, âBut yeah. Has he always been like that?âÂ
He sighs and sinks back against the couch, a lifetime of memories hitting him all at once as he thinks about the man who had never quite liked him, but never used to hate him like he did now.Â
âHe was never really a fan of mine,â he answers, turning his head to look at her, âBut Haley loved me and he loved her so heâŚput up with me. Then when we got divorced he stopped pretending.âÂ
She clenches her jaw, desperate to keep her words back long enough so she can make sure theyâre measured. She was used to controlling her feelings for him around him but this felt different, the need to protect him so strong she felt it thumping alongside her heart in his chest.Â
âStill, youâre Jackâs dad, and his only parent,â she has a sip of wine, âHe should show you the respect you deserve.âÂ
âTo him, this is the respect I deserve. After all, Iâm the reason his daughter is dead.âÂ
He only realises heâs said it outloud when she gasps, an intake of breath that she canât stop as her eyes go wide. He knows he wouldnât say it in front of anyone else but she had this way of flaying him open, of tearing him apart at the seams where heâd sewn himself back together, and he could never quite figure out if he liked it or not.Â
Being entirely known by someone was a privilege, but it was a vulnerability too, and it had been so long since heâd let someone get this close to him.Â
âAaronâŚâ she chokes out, leaning forward to place her glass of wine down on the table, âYouâŚyou donât believe that do you?âÂ
âIâŚâ he trails off, placing his glass of wine next to hers before he turns, his knee knocking against hers the first indication he gets of how close she is to him now, âSometimes.âÂ
She isnât sure if she wants to yell at him or hug him. Or both. Fierce protectiveness of him rolling through her again, even though it was him that she wanted to protect him from. She reaches out for him, and she hesitates for a second, her hand frozen in the air, before she cups his cheek and makes him look at her.Â
âIt isnât your fault,â she says, her eyes searching his, âThe man whose fault it is died. Heâs dead. YouâŚyouâre the reason your son is alive, and thriving and the happiest kid Iâve ever met.â She says, and he chuckles, the sound thick as it catches in his chest, âAnd you always joke Iâm his favourite person but itâs you, Aaron. Youâre his favourite person. He loves you so much.âÂ
âI know,â he chokes out, leaning into the warmth of her palm against his cheek, trying to commit it all to memory for when it would come to an end, âUsually I can rationalise it. I know itâs not my fault. But...Itâs just hard to remember sometimes.âÂ
âI know,â she replies, smiling sadly when their eyes meet, âBetter than most.âÂ
They sit like that, in their half embrace with her hand against his cheek, staring at each other, and for a moment she thinks about leaning in, about pressing her lips against his and kissing him, but she stops herself. Her bravery snuffed out as quickly as it had ignited, not entirely sure she could take the leap unless she knew he wanted to jump with her too.Â
She pulls back abruptly, leaving his cheek cold as her hand slips to her lap and she clears her throat. âI should get going. Thanks for having me.âÂ
Aaron frowns and stands up at the same time she does, âEm-â
âSergio will be waiting for me,â she says, cutting him off as she walks towards the front door, âHe is grumpy when I donât-â
âEmily,â he says, firmer this time, stopping her from getting any further away by standing in front of her, âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
She shakes her head, âIf I have to say it, Iâve misread a lot over the years and I am really bad at my job.âÂ
He sucks in a breath, and he knows itâs now or never, that if he lets her leave it would be over before it could even start. They were at a crossroads, two paths laid out in front of them, and he knew there was only one that he wanted to walk.
And it was the one where sheâd be right by his side.Â
He steps forward, making it so thereâs no space between them, and he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. He sucks in a breath at the same time she does, and their eyes meet for a second before he leans in, her lips soft against his. Itâs everything and more than theyâd both imagined over the years, a moment in time and one that would last forever, drawing out around them like the finest of thread as they moved forward together. Everything they could, and would have, leading back to this one kiss.Â
When she pulls back she rests her forehead against his, her lips pressed together before she licks them, chasing the taste of him on her skin, âSo,â she says, chuckling breathlessly, âI wasnât misreading anything.â
He shakes his head and pulls back to look at her, both of his arms wrapped around her to keep her in place, âEm, IâŚâ
She nods and rests her forehead against his again, âI know,â she cups the back of his head, her nails scratching against his scalp, âI know.âÂ
They stand there, pressed against each other as they breathe each other in, the acknowledgement of everything else there was left to say, and he chuckles and pulls back to look at her, âWould it be cheesy for me to say this is something Iâm thankful for?âÂ
She laughs, the sound wet as it catches on a sob and she nods, making her forehead knock against his, âYes,â she says, wrapping her arms around his neck and dragging him into a kiss, âBut Iâll let it slide this once.âÂ
She doesnât have to say that sheâs thankful too, because he already knows.Â
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The Sandbox Scientists ch. 3
Sooooo I may have been off about how long this would take, in my defense this is only my second multi-chapter fic! My solution to this is to stop guessing when things will be done so you get ch. 4 when you get it <3
Something I realized when double checking the opening scene is that I accidentally made it very unclear which Henry is narrating XD, Iâve decided to leave it that way
Big chapter this time! I thought about splitting it up but that's lame so you get what you get <3 Happy Thanksgiving!
(a03)
Henry was over the moon.
The adults liked science!!!
The adults like science the way they liked science!!!!!
They weren't mad or grossed out at all! Like the other grown ups and kids were when he talked about it.
The âLodgersâ as they called themselves had shown him and the other him all sorts of cool stuff! Like a GIANT octopus, and a metal man with glowing eyes, the biggest telescope heâd ever seen in his life, and even mice that were invisible!
There were so many labs here that were used for all sorts of things he didnât understand yet!
Mr. Sinnet even let them hold his flamethrower!!
Not even his mother liked when he showed her his âscience projectsâ. But these guys! They let him put his hands in the dirt and pick up a plant that moved!
Other Henry touched some slime that didnât stick if he was fast enough!
And one of the lodgers gave them candy!
Whatever this place was was the best place EVER! He hoped Momma would let them come back sometime.
Archer, their new friend, leaned next to them while they tried the big lollipops someone named Doodle gave them.
âSo, what kinda science is you twoâs favorite? Neuroscience? Engineering? Cryptobiology?â
No one ever asked Henry what kind of science he liked! He also didnât know what those words meant but he couldnât wait to find out!
âPotions! I like to make potions with stuff I find outside! Oh and monsters! When I grow up Iâm gonna be a monster doctor so I can help monsters when they get sick!â
Other him jumped in at this. âYeah! Iâm gonna make potions that bring people back to life, like Frankenstein!â
Someone nearby gasped. A hushed mutter ran through the crowd at this. Lodgers who had started to drift away and chat with their neighbors were suddenly pulled back into the boysâ conversation.
Archer straightened, and had an odd spark in his eyes.
âSooooo, you like Frankenstein then?â
They nodded, âMm hm! Heâs the coolest scientist ever! I wanna be just like him!â
The whispers grew louder, with people giggling and nudging each other.
âYou donât say? Then I bet itâd be <em>really</em> cool if I were to tell you about a certain someone whoâs in town.â Archer mused.
Henry paused in trying to bite his lollipop, âWho?â
Surely they couldnât meanâŚ
âOh no one special,â he said, someone snickered behind them, âItâs just that we just so <em>happen</em> to have a certain⌠mad scientist in our attic right now.â
The boys froze where they were. For a moment Archer got a little worried.
âFRANKENSTEIN?!?!?!??!?!??!â
Frankenstein was having a quiet day.
Sheâd had her fair share of that in life, living in the wilderness, distancing herself from society. Hell, even before everything she had isolated herself from the world, driven everyone away lest the small minds find out about her incredible experiments.
Which was fine, she didn't need anyone else. So what if the lodgers had barely stopped by to talk to her all day? It didnât bother her at all! It wasnât like she took the slightest indication that she was being ignored with anything less than the <em>utmost</em> grace and dignity.
She huffed into her book and pretended not to be eyeing the door instead of itâs pages. Glaring as though hating it personally. As if her lovelies were just on the other side waiting to see her and this stubborn door was the problem.
Creature, the stone wall, was as content as ever with the silence. Enjoying a book of his own in the corner, likely philosophy or something.
Although constant companions and wholly comfortable talking to each other, the two had worn out their conversation topics years ago. Either agreeing on certain things or tired of arguing in circles on others.
There were days when they'd debate for hours about something she was <em>clearly</em> right about and days where they pretended the other didnât exist.
Lately he often mocked her about her âadoring fansâ.
Judged her for how greedily she drank up the attention like a surgical sponge. Languishing in the first shreds of approval sheâd had in decades.
Well, he hadn't actually said any of that, but he was thinking it! She knew he was!
She could just feel his disapproval in how easily she was letting herself get attached as if it were her ownâŚ
Bah! What does he know?
She hears them before she sees them, WAY before she sees them. The gaggle of lodgers charging up the steps with almost as much enthusiasm as they did on her first day awake.
The woman straightened immediately, practically tossing her book aside and giving her full attention to the door.
Finally, Frankensteinâs day was resuscitated as a crowd of almost every lodger in the building burst into her room. All chattering and shifting and even waving at her like her prison of a bed was a grand stage or operating theatre.
They kept a respectable distance considering how small the room was with so many people in it. And she preened under their attention, ignoring creatures sigh at his reading being interrupted.
âFrankenstein! Frankenstein!â everyone called out excitedly. Eagerly talking over each other.
Everyone was smiling and leaning around each other to get a better view of her. All their words blending together.Â
A hearty laugh bubbled out of Frankensteinâs chest. They were so energetic and curious, smart and idealistic. They were perfect scientist material!
She wanted to put them all in her pocket and take them with her on her travels, tell them stories, show them the world.
Oh, how she resented that idiotic Doctor Jekyll for keeping them in a box. The way he had them eating out of his perfectly manicured hand, thanking him for their gilded cage.
Well it was about time they bit that hand!
Couldn't they see how the world was not in their books and manuscripts, it was out there!
Frankenstein held her gloved hands up to quiet the noise, taking a big breath for what was sure to be a rallying speech that would finally convince the so-called lodgers to fight for their freedom.
âFrankenstein! We have some special guests who want to meet you!â
She was cut off by a few of the lodgers. Fighting their way through the crowd, they were ushering someone to the front, entirely hidden behind the energetic scientists.
Frankenstein blinked in surprise as there, pushed out of the huddle as though in offering, were twoâŚchildren.
She froze.
A cold wind rushed through her, instantly snuffing out the spark sheâd held seconds ago. Cutting through her coat to her core.
The two boys in front of her were distinctive in appearance, it nagged at her, distantly. But all she could see was William.
âThese are our newest recruits! Henderson and what was it? Benry? Yeah Benry.â
There was no way anyone named these unfortunate children that, unless London had gotten weird while she was gone, but the two seemed too entranced with her creature to correct them.
The boys weren't even looking at her like everyone else was, eyes instead on the homunculi like he was some celebrity they got backstage tickets to see.
âWe found them snooping âround our labs!â ��Cripes they were hard to catch.â âThese two are gonna be fine scientists someday!â
The creature that had killed her youngest brother.
She understood why he did it.
She understood it was her fault.
It was her fault. For making a monster with such strength, just to see if she could. It was her fault for abandoning it, leading to the resentment and hatred for all like her. All Frankensteins.
It was her fault he was dead.
No! It was the price one paid for Science, she was wrong to have attachments then and she would not let herself get attached to these kids now. Not when it meant people got hurt. Not when - aannnnnnd Creature was letting them climb on him like monkey bars.
To her shock Creature was holding perfectly still, staring in utter befuddlement at the small things crawling on him like bugs.
As hesitant as he looked, he wasnât stopping them. Merely watching.
It was⌠odd.
This had never happened to him before. Fully grown adults who were hardened from life and trained to deal with criminals turned tail at the mere sight of him, yet here were two children, gazing up at him with round eyes like he was Santa Claus.
âWOW, youâre Frankenstein's monster?!â
âDid you kill Frankenstein?â
âAre you gonna kill someone else?â
âHow did Frankenstein make you?â
âCan we be friends?â
âDo you wanna play doctor with us? Mr.Tanis gave me a scalpel!â
One of the lodgers yelped, âWhat!? I most certainly did not!â
The way they were looking at himâŚ
The lodgers looked at him the same way. At first he had taken it with suspicion, as he did all things. Assuming that their looks were of scientific curiosity, and that they were imagining all the ways they could dissect him. Take him apart and find out how he ticked, just like Moraue longed to.
But now, it was obvious, they were looking at him with childlike wonder.
Creature stared mutely as the lodgers wrestled the knife from the boy with brown hair, not quite understanding it yet.
The blondâs hair tickled as it brushed against his shoulder, though he did not react to it. The two children were being surprisingly careful where they placed their hands, taking care to not pull on any of his seams.
Creature watched as the little one slipped off, landing back first on his lap with an âoofâ. The fall wasn't tall enough to knock the breath out of him though, so he seemed fine.
Creature lifted him up, holding the boy in one palm. He giggled in response.
One of the lodgers whose name he didnât know called out to the boys.
âHey! Didnât you want âta meet Frankenstein?â
The man was standing by the bed, gesturing to his creator with a smile.
The two boys gasped and scrambled to her.
The woman seemed almost startled to have her name called, snapping out of her trance.
Frankenstein shook the clashing thoughts out of her head. The two children at her bedside were staring at her, opening and closing their mouths like they couldnât grasp what question to ask first.
She looked at the one with brown hair. She had snorted instinctively when he pulled an actual scalpel out of nowhere. A fine scientist indeed.
The blonde one had eyes like sheâd never seen before. Perhaps he was some sort of creature? Or a descendant of one at least. No humans eyes produced light like that for no reason.
They looked at her like she hung the stars, like she held the secret to life itself. Which she did of course.Â
No wonder these boys had snuck into the society just to see her! Why, who wouldnât want to see the infamous Dr. Frankenstein!
And what's more, these precious children were untainted by Dr. Henryâs lies! The false ideas of what a mad scientist should be, reliant on his wealth and equipment.
Victoria had always seen herself as Job, a man who had everything taken from him, everything he loved and everyone who loved him, only to be rewarded for his faith.
Sheâd always seen the advancement of science as her reward for carrying out her experiments, a higher plane of understanding, the closest a human could come to godhood. But⌠hadnât Jobâs been everything heâd lost twofold?
Maybe, when she and Creature left London, they wouldnât have to leave alone.
[I was struck by LIGHTNING when writing this sentence. All of the sudden a whole new plotline was open to me. One where Henry stays with the society and Edward is offered the chance to leave with Frankenstein to the _ forests.
It reminds me of gravity falls when the twins argue over Dipper taking Fordâs internship.]
Frankenstein puffed up her chest and launched into a story.
When Lanyon returned he waltzed through the kitchen door, swinging it open dramatically.
âRachel, I'm back! I told the tailor Edward lost their bags on the trip here, so they need a new wardrobe.â he crowed, only to see an empty kitchen.
Hm, not in here. He wandered out again, peeking down random hallways.
He hadn't really told them that. As soon as heâd handed off the note and the words âchildrens clothesâ were out of his mouth Lady Beatrice and Lady Kimberleigh had practically mobbed him. Gushing and asking if he and Everly had finally had luck with a baby. He nearly had to beat the women off with a clothing hanger!
He shuddered at the thought of what rumors would come of this.
Regardless, the outfits were ordered and they could pick up a set in the morning.
âRachel! Henry! Where in the blazes are you?â
âRobert!!â
He paused in the middle of the hall. That was Rachel. But heâd never heard her shout like that. She sounded almost scared, Rachel never sounded scared! Not even when Hyde disappeared after the fire.
He turned around and was surprised to see her running up to him with wide eyes, her hair a mess like she'd been running her hands through it. Her eyes red and puffy.
âRobert Iâve been looking everywhere and I <em>canât</em> find them I canât I've looked everywhere please tell me you know where they are.â she gasped, skidding to a stop.
His eyes widened, heartbeat picking up, âKnow where- what?! Rachel you were the one who claimed <em>I</em> couldn't handle them, donât tell me youâve lost them already!â
The day manager tried to catch her breath, swiping a lock out of her eye.
âI was-! I took my eyes off them for just a minute! I left them to get changed while I made some sandwiches and I told- I told them to come to the kitchen after but they didn't and I went back for them but they- Robert they weren't there and Iâve <em>looked</em> everywhere oh what if theyâve left the building? Robert I <em>canât</em> lose him again! I canât!â she cried.
Lanyon had <em>never</em> seen her like this, she was always so sure and confident, it honestly made him nervous.
She reached out to him for a hug and he flinched back like her arms were livewires.
âEr, Well!! They canât have gone too far! Iâm sure they're just hiding or something. Kids do that, I think. Surely there's some nook or cranny you haven't checked yet!â He was stone stiff oh god where was Jekyll when you needed him, he can't comfort this poor girl!
Rachel just shook her head, curls flying, âNo no I checked my room, Henryâs office, I checked all the labs and rooms and bathrooms I canât think of anywhere else <em>to</em> look!â
âWell, theyâve gotta be here, can't the lodgers whip up some sort of, I donât know, finding device?â He peered down the hall, hoping to flag down the nearest one and get them to deal with this. Unfortunately it seemed like he was on his own for this one.
âI donât think that's how it works Lanyon, besides itâd take far too long, what if they're hurt?â
âWell they should at least <em>try</em>.â He huffed, âIt wouldn't hurt to have more people looking either. Where are the lodgers anyway?â Now that he thought of it he hadnât seen anyone besides Rachel since walking in.
Rachel sniffed, rubbing her face and breathing more evenly.
âOh yeah, they were all running around earlier, some sort of emergency.
I think Griffin finally turned invisible and they lost him or something.â
She looked around, just noticing how empty the halls were.
âUh, that was a while ago actually. They should have found him by now.â
Lanyon shifted uncomfortably. First Henry and Edward, now the whole society? Whatever was going on couldnât be good.
In fact, it was almost suspicious how everyone had gone missing at the same time while he was goneâŚ
âWait. Oh god, What if the lodgers have them? The lodgers hate Henry! What if they took him away? What if theyâre experimenting on him right now to find out why heâs small?!â Lanyon yelped.
Rachel frowned at him, âThe lodgers do not hate Henry.â
âOh yeah? What about the exhibition theyâre all refusing to take part in? Youâve heard what they're saying about him, that heâs somehow corrupt and ârottenâ just because he hasn't gone off the deep end and killed anyone using science or something!â
âThey're just going through a bit of a rebellious phase right now.â she defended, âAnd besides, even if they did, they love Hyde, they drink and play games all the time! They wouldn't hurt him.â
âThat's worse!â Lanyon cried. He resisted the urge to run his hands through his styled hair, âHydeâs planning on killing Jekyll for his will! What if the lodgers are in on it? What if they know he inherits the society? Now would be the perfect time to do it, they probably took him off to Queen Frankenstein while heâs small and defenseless!â
âEdward is <em>not</em> plotting to kill Jekyll!â Rachel shouted, âWould you give that a rest already! As for Franken..steinâŚâ
The two looked at each other with wide eyes and bolted for the stairs.
âAnd that's when the beast pounced! I dropped my torch and rolled out of the way, I heard it crash into the brush behind me and took the chance to make a break for it. I ran all night, struggling to see my way in the dark and knowing it had no such human limitations.Â
Miles away from civilization I knew my only chance was to somehow find Creature in the snowy woods before the beast found me.â
The lodgers gasped quietly and whispered to each other, sitting criss-crossed on the floor.
Both children were sat on Frankensteinâs lap, enraptured by her tale. They looked up at her with wide eyes, hanging on her every word.
âAt one point I stumbled my way into a clearing, theâŚvollmond shining down on me. It was close behind, I could hear the thing snapping branches like twigs. I knew the only way was forward and started running. I could barely breathe, my legs felt like lead, with every step I took it only got closer, bounding after me on all six legs. Itâs wide maw-â
The door slammed open with a bang. Everyone jumped, some people screaming in surprise.
Everyone whirled around.
At the door were two figures, hidden by the shaded doorframe.
Frankenstein huffed, more annoyed than anything.Â
âReally doctor, this is the second time you've interrupted my tales for your insipid formulaâŚOh, the other one.â
The doctor coming toward her was not Jekyll, as she assumed, but Lanyon. The purple man was trudging through the crowd on the floor, stepping on hands and nearly tripping over people in his haste.
She crossed her arms, huffing, âReally, you and your-â
âGET AWAY FROM HIM!â
As soon as he was in range Robert snatched Henry off her lap. Earning a startled yelp from the boy.
Frankenstein jolted, confused. She hadn't seen this man much and while he was never the most agreeable person, she'd never seen him so furious.
She sputtered as he held the boy to his chest the way mothers did when she and Creature walked by. If she were in a better mood sheâd get a kick out of the gentleman fearing her more than her creation.
âWhat in the world do you think you're doing? Grabbing this boy like you own him when I was <em>clearly</em>-!â
âWhat are you doing to him? Huh? Putting ideas in his head, trying to make him mad like you!â he accused, holding the boy tight while he squirmed uncomfortably.
âI bet you people are trying to brainwash him! Get him involved in unnatural things and mad scientist nonsense!â
Rachel, who was much shorter than the doctor and was caught behind the now-standing crowd of lodgers, tried to call out to him. âEr, Robert! I donât think-âÂ
âHey! What's your problem?â âWeâre having storytime here!â âYou're in the way!â âLeave him alone!â âFrankenstein ainât done nothing wrong!â
Lanyon turned on the crowd with a snarl.
âNothing wrong? Are you people crazy? She hit him!!â
Everyone gasped at the wild accusation. Of course they were on her side! Nevermind that Henry was just trying to help her when she hit him! Nevermind that she didnât even have the grace to apologize!
One of the lodgers he did recognize, Helsby, immediately jumped to the quacks' defense.
âHow <em>dare</em> you say that about Frankenstein! You rich pricks are all the same! Slandering good people's names when it suits you!â
âFrankenstein would never do that!â
âYeah! Weâve been here the whole time and she never hurt him at all!â
Frankenstein herself looked unbelievably offended, her face a likely unhealthy shade of red for someone her age. âDr. Robert Iâm aware you disapprove of my presence here but I have NO intentions of hurting any child.â she spat coldly.
âOh yeah? Even if that child is Jekyll?â He challenged.
âI- what on earth are you talking about you simpleton, that's not doctor Jekyll thatsâŚâ
Frankenstein looked at the boy squirming in his arms, <em>really</em> looked at him.
The smaller boy was still on the bed with her, pulling on the brunette in Robertâs arms. The brunette reached back, holding onto the other, looking at him with red eyes⌠he had a rather hooked noseâŚ
The lodgers took up her rebuttal with vigor.
âWhat? Lanyon, did you hit your head man?â
âYeah obviously that's Benry!â
Robert stared incredulously at the room full of scientists and doctors. Jaw hanging wide.
â<em>Are you telling me not a single one of you realized they're Jekyll and Hyde?!</em>â
Every person in the room stopped still.
â<em>WHAT???</em>â
âWhat did <em>Jekyll</em> do to get on Itoâs bad side?â
âWait, you guys didnât know that?â
âYou did??? Why didnât you say anything?!â
âI thought we all knew and just weren't talking about it!â
âWHY WOULD WE DO THAT?!â
âOh, I thought they were Jekyll and Hyde's secret love children.â
â<em>What?!</em>â
âWhat, you think one of them's a girl? And besides, Hyde's only worked here the past two years, these guys are older than that!â
âSo? Are you saying Hyde didn't exist before then or what? You think Hyde spontaneously came into existence two years ago? Huh?â
âAre YOU saying only girls can give birth? Some gals are guys!â
âSure but Hyde??â
âHe <em>is</em> rather short for a man his age.â
âActually I was thinking Jekyll, he seems kinda feminine doesn't he?â
âMaybe Hyde knocked Jekyll up and recently found out about them! And he stayed to be a good father!â
âPfft! Hyde? A good father? Now you're talking crazy.â
âI bet <em>that's</em> why Jekyllâs kept him around so long! He's the father of their children!â
Lanyon felt anger and disbelief rush through his whole body. He worked his mouth trying to say whatever was on his mind that wasnât straight cussing.
âI - I - NEITHER OF THEM ARE WOMEN AND THESE AREN'T THEIR SECRET LOVE CHILDREN WOULD YOU LOT SHUT IT ALREADYâ
Robert held a hand to his temples, his face screwed into a scowl.
âWe suspect they were testing some sort of potion and something went wrong, turning them both into children.â
âBoth of them drank it?â âWhat kind of potion?â âWait but why donât they remember us?â âAre they stuck like this?â
âStuck like what?â
He stiffened. For a moment heâd entirely forgotten he was still holding Henry in his arms.
The boy was looking up at him, wide red eyes searching his face for something.
âAre-are we, we didnâtâŚ?â
Suddenly Lanyon realized they had been hiding it. He and Rachel hadnât mentioned who they were, why they knew them, or the real reason they couldn't go home. Hell they had even left the kitchen earlier to talk out of earshot.
They hadnât meant to keep it from them. Honestly hiding it hadn't crossed their minds, but, neither did telling them.Â
It felt wrong somehow. Like they weren't planning on having them around long enough to have the need to explain it to them.Â
The boys hadn't asked why they knew them, too young to really distrust them. They just assumed all adults knew everything.
Before he had to answer and make everything worse, Rachel cut in. Now free of the jostling crowd and finally making it to Frankensteinâs bedside.
âEr, so, you remember when we found you, and we knew your names?â she asked.
The boys nod slowly, quietly looking at her.
âWell, nobody told us your names, we know them because, well I guess you told us.
Weâre friends. We have been for a while, but, you two are supposed to be adults. Like us. Your names are Edward Hyde and Dr. Henry Jekyll. And you work here at the society, like we do.â
Henry tightened his hands on Robert's sleeve, face unreadable.
Edward gaped at the woman, still standing on the bed.
âBut- but weâre not, we didn't drink any potions. We were at home!â
âI know, I know this doesnât make any sense, Iâm sorry for that. But, this isnât so bad is it? We can take care of you! Weâre gonna find a way to fix this. Right?â
She glanced at Robert, who was tight-lipped and looking at his friend with a distracted look in his eyes.
âUh, right.â
âThat-Thatâs ridiculous!!â
Right. Frankenstein was still there.
Robert slowly composed himself, the smugness he felt in realizing the woman had been speechless that whole time fueling his salty soul.
As mad as she had looked earlier, it was a cold sort of anger. This? This sputtering rage was fuming.
âThis boy cannot be Dr. Henry! He is a scientist! That blasted doctor is nothing but a-a-a shameful fake and a stain on the name of science itself! Henry Jekyll is a disgrace of an alchemist and false idol of respectability and hollowness!
I detest that horrible man!â She gestured to the boy in Robert's arms, âHow dare you make the wild claim that he isâŚthatâŚâ
Her eyes widened as she saw the expression on said boy's face.
Everyone in the room stared in horror as both kids BURST into tears.
âWhat is <em>wrong</em> with you??â
Rachel grabbed Henry from Robert. Who was holding the sobbing boy as far away from himself as he possibly could. Then snatched Edward up under her other arm. Storming from the room in a hurry.
She could hear Lanyon and Frankenstein start shouting behind her, quickly joined by everyone else.Â
Rachel kicked the door shut behind them and sprinted all the way to Jekyllâs office.
When they got there she had to put the boys down to open the door.Â
They had stopped crying by now but were eerily silent. Both looking down at their feet.
âDonât listen to Frankenstein, both of you. That old hag's hated Dr. Jay since she got here for no reason at all! She isnât even a real doctor!â she huffed.
Her voice hammered through the silence in a way that almost made her regret speaking at all. But the boys didnât so much as flinch.
Creasing her eyebrows in worry, Rachel led them to the side room she knew Jekyll usually slept in instead of his own house. She's not sure exactly how old they are right now but they were definitely young enough to need a nap after all that.
As the boys walked past her she snatched Edward up into a hug and <em>squeezed</em>.
He startled, kicking his legs around. âHey! Stop doing that!â
âGoodness sakes you two! Do you have any idea how worried I was when you ran off? I have half a mind to lecture you for leaving like that! ButâŚâ now wasnât a good time to scold them, â Iâll let it slide if you chickadees lay down without a fuss.â she promised, nodding to the bedroom.
Henry looked around the room, there wasnât much to see. More red curtains blocking out the light, a single bed pushed up against the wall, and a rather large wardrobe. Like the office, there were a lot of books, either on shelves or just the floor. There were many frames on the walls but it was too dark to make out many details.
They didnât have shoes to remove so Rachel set Edward down on the bed, Henry hopping up next to him.
Sniffing, the two nuzzled into the pillows quietly as Rachel tucked the blankets in around them.Â
Rachel is leaning against the doorway between Jekyllâs office and room when she hears the doorknob rattle.
She startles a bit, instinctively reaching for the kitchen knife in her pocket. <em>I swear to god if that wretch hobbled all the way here just to-</em>
The office door swings open to reveal Lanyon.
He blinks when he sees her, but doesnât look too surprised. Mostly he just looks tired.
Behind him was Ito, who followed him into the room silently. She nodded at Rachel in acknowledgement, who nodded back.
Rachel peeked into the room, still asleep.
She pushed off the doorframe and with a final glance back, gently closed the door.
Lanyon sighed, stopping at Jekyllâs desk.âI talked to the lodgers, they're not to tell anyone outside of the society about this. Ms. Ito has volunteered to take a look at whatever potion they drank.â
Ito, who had been drawn by the shouting, had been given a rundown by the other lodgers. And, unamused at the grown adults all talking over each other, waited politely til Lanyon was done to offer her services.
âDr.Jekyll taught me everything I know, if anyone can figure out what went wrong it would be me.â she stated.
âAlright, we think this is the potion they took.â Robert grabbed the glass container lying on the desk to hand to Ito, âIt was the only one out of place when we came in, though neither of us actually saw them drink it.â
She nodded, taking the glass and holding it to the light.
There was very little liquid left. It looked to be a dull brown at first but when she tilted in one way and the other there was an oily red and green residue around the edges.
She sniffed at the potion, the smell alone almost made her gag. An unholy mix of so much salt she could smell it and residual fumes that made her head spin. Frankly she's surprised the two men managed to swallow this at all. Though with the things sheâs seen Hyde eat maybe she shouldnât be.
Ito sighed, âThis just doesnât make any sense, Dr. Jekyll would have measured out exact amounts, and certainly taken it one at a time if they were testing something new. Unless it had a delayed reaction.â
âWhat if it wasnât something new?â Rachel suggested, âWhat if they did this a lot and were more casual with it?â
âMaybe, but what would they be so casual with? Do they take the same medication?â
âMm, not that I know of. Maybe not medicine then? I know Edward drinks random potions sometimes for the hell of it.â she laughed quietly, âOne time he vomited some sort of green goo in my sink and ran all the way to Jekyll's office.â
âNot to mention we practically have to force Henry to take medicine when he <em>is</em> sick.â Robert offered. The only thing he knew of Jekyll self-medicating with was wine, and it didn't typically de-age people by almost thirty years.
Ito poked around the desk in silence. She knew Dr. Jekyll was usually a dedicated note-taker, but again, if this was something he did often there would be no reason to.
Frustratingly, the habit of putting ingredients away after herself that the doctor tried so hard to drill into her was working against them now.
Usually it meant that volatile materials weren't lying around waiting to be knocked over and cause messes, or even small explosions. But in this case it meant she had no idea what ingredients were used in this experiment.
Dammit. She sighed and turned to Rachel and Lanyon.
âAlright, so basically I have no clue what this was originally supposed to do, much less how it went wrong, much less how to reverse it.Â
I can take a closer look at this with some equipment but this isnât a lot to work with.â
The two looked at her in shock, like sheâd grown another head.
Robert bit his lip, tiredness quickly replaced with nervous energy.
âCanât you just, give them a potion that makes them older?â he asked.
Ito made a face. âIâŚdonât think that would be a good idea. If we forced them to grow up they still wouldn't have any of their old memories, they'd just be adult-shaped children. And that's <em>if</em> something like that would work and not mix negatively with whatever they've taken. For all we know this could be a temporary side effect, and changing anything would mess everything up.â
âSo they just, wonât remember us? Everything weâve done together, everything weâve talked about, all the time we spent together is just gone?â Rachel cried, âThere's nothing we can do to get them back?â
Robert clenched his fists on the desk.
Ito sighed, âI know this isnât what you want to hear but I think the best thing to do is just try to wait this out.â
She refused to say something so terrible out loud, but there might not be a solution to this.
Lanyonâs expression is blank with shock, then twists into anger.
âWell are we just supposed to wait forever?! Wait for them to grow up naturally? What about our friends? Our- our-!â
Ito clenched her jaw, âTheyâre my friends too.â she snapped.
âLook, thereâs not much I can do with the information we have, Dr. Lanyon.
Even if I knew what went wrong and how to reverse this we'd need a ton of body parts. One of the most basic rules of alchemy is that mass can't be made or destroyed and Iâm not even sure where it went when they shrank!â she said, throwing her hands up.
The neo alchemist took what remained of the potion and walked out of the room, leaving the two leaning over the desk in despair.
âI'll keep working on it but please, donât get your hopes up.â
She closed the office door behind her to give them some privacy.
#The Sandbox Scientists#the glass scientists#tgs#tgs jekyll#tgs hyde#tgs rachel#tgs lanyon#tgs lodgers#tgs ito#frankenstein#frankensteins monster#tgs frankenstein#tgs creature#tgs au#my fic
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I just wanna say, Taylor as Alex's "God damn I love him" face is so fucking powerful
This promo still came out two days before the movie
And just by looking at this photo, WITHOUT EVEN WATCHING THE MOVIE, I felt so much love from how he looks at Henry that I JUST STARTED TO CRY
Then you have moments like this, which makes me want to scream, he looks at Henry like he's the greatest wonder in the world
And then for maximum insanity there's this compilation/edit of all moments of Alex looking at Henry which again MADE ME LITERALLY SOB (I'm tempted to share a list of my fav RWRB edits on YouTube)
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I swear Taylor read the line "Alex is so in love that he could die" from the book and carved that line into his brain, look at him. That is that line personified. What the fuck.
I need to hand it to Taylor and the boys' chemistry, he made me cry for like five minutes straight with a SINGLE LOOK
#rwrb#red white and royal blue#rwrb movie#firstprince#alex claremont diaz#taylor zakhar perez#henry fox mountchristen windsor#henry hanover stuart fox#nicholas galitzine#rwrb thoughts#RWRB rambles#I am an emotional person to begin with I think I'm an empath?#But seriously#I just saw and felt so much love for it#It's just so touching that Henry gets to have this#And it's just so beautiful to see#And a little sad because I want this for me irl but it's never gonna happen#Anyways#Fucking hell Taylor#He is Alex#Like seriously#These looks#Straight from the book#The emotions the intensity the love#Like if you tried to draw the lines of love from the book#You'd just get him and his performance#Ahhhhhhhhhhhh#Youtube
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My Fair Lady (1964) // 30 Rock (2006)
#my fair lady#30 rock#eliza doolittle#henry higgins#liz lemon#jack donaghy#audrey hepburn#rex harrison#tina fey#alec baldwin#i have a LOT to say about this but it's past my bedtime so just have this#i could make a bajillion more comparisons between them btw there's so much that this gifset doesn't even touch on#specifically when the mentor is like 'psssh I can get on fine without her' and then is on the verge of tears five minutes later#going 'WHERE'S MY LITTLE BUDDY'#'i need her here doing her dumb but endearing things in order for me to function as a human being'#musicals#parallels#another addition to the gifsets designed specifically for me collection#xena.gif
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silly salvaged and its greg interviewing everyone (all the animatronics) for a marketing class at school or something
#fnaf#the soup speaks#silly salvaged au#Hes brave so he probably interviews William the most#âGregory hes dangerous!â#âyeah well he was also a shareholder Freddy and I NEED that Aâ#âwhy don't you just ask me for the interview! I basically overheard everything from father and unc--Henry!â#âDidnt you literally say an hour ago before I told you any of this that when offered you just played your Atari or somethingâ#â.....Touche Gregory...Toucheâ#Its like Saddle Row Review from MLP where he just interviews everyone relevent in the pizzaplex#âfrom Freddy to William to running away with a notepad in hand with Vanny all the way to the Tangle and Charlotte lolâ#ykw maybe William likes the attention of his successful marketing ventures instead of the...yk....child murdering#now im not saying theyd be âââââfriendsâââââ but like keep in mind this au is slightly ooc and very much bending to my silly whims#âya see Gregory; you got to keep your name at the top of it all! Sure your *product* may succeeded; but have *you*?â#âmhm...mhm...â -jotting down in a notepad- âkeep...your...name..rel..e..vent...and then...die....noted!â#the staff just get told repeatedly like#âwhy is that kid interviewing the robotsâ âdon't worry he does stuff like that all the time hes chillâ#Maybe he and cassie team up for the project or something lol#just two kids running around from staff member to security guard to animatronic to ask about marketing#tis a silly image#fnaf gregory
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the whole 'there are not very many Great Causes worth fighting for these days' from Julian scanned as WAY more out of touch than the moon landing thing for me the first time i read tsh
#like to the point of it being actively jarring when i got to him saying that#the secret history#'they landed on the moon??' well okay i guess it's not really their area#and they've been really out of touch with the news since it's also not really their area + they've been#off to the woods/a country house/etc and getting very drunk and killing deer and also people#i don't remember the exact dates re the moonlanding + the events of the book but like.#Sure. that's probably fair or at least kind of understandable#that could Feasably Happen On Accident at least#but julians like 'there isn't much worth fighting for these days' and um.#if you pay attention to literally anything happening in the world at any given moment at all. ever.#....what? literally what do you mean by this?#there have always been So So many Great Causes that people are dying for all the time constantly forever#and even if you've somehow managed to comoletely block out literally every piece of news/political development/etc#that's not really a reason to assume there Aren't. that's a reason to go like. well if there are any Great Causes left today then#I don't know about them. and even if we assume he's defining what makes a cause worth fighting for by classical values#and saying that that means for example that he wouldn't necessarily think of say the civil rights movement or liberatory movements etc#as fitting (which i think is also probably debatable- it comes to mind that the athenians valued (their own) freedom. political engagement#was valued but only the right kind from the right people. etc. what i'm saying is that#no i don't think they actually fit what julian would be thinking of as the classical mind's* idea of a great cause worth dying for#but also you could debate that/frame things differently/etc (*presumably there is a more particular subset of the population he has in mind#than just 'classical' or 'greek' in actuality. like. specifically those from whom we having writing/would have citizenship/etc.))#i'm certain there are plenty of arguments to be made. like plenty of people are fighting for various countries#it's not like wars or empires have stopped existing or other myriad conflicts have stopped existing#also in typing this i've realised he was maybe forshadowing henry's death#and now i need to go look up the exact quote and make another post i guess.#(also disclaimer that i'm aware i've phrased a lot of this clumsily. it is midnight these are the tags of a tumblr post and i am not sober.)#anyway to rephrase my initial point i just think with the moon landing thing that's One major event you missed.#if you're saying that there are No Great Causes Worth Fighting/Dying For (with the understanding that you think those are a thing#that can exist) then i think maybe you managed to skip out on hearing about significantly more#than just the one major event. that's much harder to manage i would think
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Late Night
Pairing: Clark Kent x fem! ReaderÂ
Genre: Smut, gentle and romantic
Word count: 3.7k
Summary: Your friendly neighbor Clark Kent comes to your door one evening, allowing for the two of you to finally grow your relationship.
Warnings: This is not proofread what so ever, gentle/sort of shy Clark, unprotected sex, oral fem receiving, p in v sex.Â
a/n: Idk rn but I genuinely can't wait for David Corenswet to be Superman (Henry Cavill is so hot tho...). Iâm already imagining how perfect he's gonna be as Clark Kent. As always, send me any requests you have and I hope you enjoy!
For months now, you had been quietly pining for the man who lived across the hall from me in our unassuming apartment building. His name was Clark Kent, and there was something about him that was utterly endearing. It wasn't just his chiseled jawline or the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, but the kindness he exuded, the way he always had a helping hand ready for anyone in need.Â
You had become something like friends, sharing the occasional awkward small talk as we passed by with our shopping bags or recyclables. You had seen him in various stages of undress, coming back from his midnight runs, his superhero-like physique hidden under loose-fitting t-shirts and sweatpants.Â
Something that had fueled your evening pleasure sessions, everytime your eyes fell closed you could remember the image of his hardened abs, his huge and muscular arms.Â
On a warm summer evening, there was a knock at your door. It was Clark, the guy from across the hall. He stood there sheepishly, his hand running through his black hair.Â
He wore a white shirt that was unbuttoned and messy. He held a bottle of wine in one hand. "Hey", he said. "I hope I'm not disturbing you. I was wondering if I could get a favor?"
âSure whatâs up?â you give him a small smile, your eyes fall on his exposed chest before quickly flicking back to his face. His heart rate increased as he realized that you could see through the thin fabric of his shirt the toned muscles of his chest covered in a light layer of hair.
He cleared his throat, composing himself, holding up the bottle of wine. "I, umm, I was wondering if I could borrow your corkscrew. I lost mine."
âYeah, of course. Come on in.â you move to the side, allowing him to come in. Your mind clouding with desire as he towers over you, his cologne filling your senses.Â
He steps into your apartment, the tight space meaning his body brushes against yours slightly as he passes. The contact between you both is brief, but it's enough to send a shiver down his spine as he enters.
Your cheeks flush slightly as you realize your own appearance, wearing just a button down top that is unbuttoned enough for him to see your cleavage and your underwear. You awkwardly lead him to the kitchen, arm subconsciously moving to cover your breasts as you turn around, handing him the corkscrew.Â
"Uh, thanks." He says as he takes the corkscrew from you. Even with your arm draped over yourself, he can't help but notice the glimpse of exposed skin, his eyes lingering before he catches himself and averts his gaze, forcing himself to stay focused on the task at hand.
He starts to open up the bottle, the action allowing him to look away from your figure for a moment and compose himself, his hands shaking slightly as he tries to concentrate.Â
Your hand reaches out, fingers brushing over his. âOh yeah this thing is weird, you kinda have to do it a particular way.â you murmur, taking the bottle from him as you fumble with the screw.Â
He bites his lip as your fingers brush over his, his stomach swirling at the touch of your hand. He watches as you take the bottle from him, his eyes fixated on your every movement as you try to open the bottle.
"Thanks," he mutters, his voice low and a bit shaky. His eyes wander down, his gaze drawn to the way your top fits, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of your cleavage.Â
âMhm,â you reply as you pull the cork out, a small splash of wine staining your collar. You bite down on your lip while setting the bottle down, fingers rubbing the fabric. His eyes widen slightly as he watches the droplet of wine slide down your collar, the stains on the fabric making it even more translucent.Â
Clark swallows hard, his mind wandering to inappropriate and ungentlemanly thoughts. He clears his throat, trying to look away, but he can't help but notice the way your fingers are now rubbing at the fabric, the motion only drawing his attention further to your chest.
You glance over him, hand falling from your shirt as you give him a soft grin, noticing the way his gaze lingers.Â
His gaze flicks up to meet yours, his cheeks flushed. He realizes he's been caught staring, his eyes having been fixated on the way your hand moves over the fabric of your shirt, the motion stirring something deep within him.
"I, umm..." he stutters, his words failing him as he feels his throat dry up. He swallows slowly, forcing himself to focus on something else. "Thanks, for helping me open the bottle," he manages to say. He shifts on his feet, trying to discreetly adjust himself as he feels his jeans becoming a bit tighter.
âOf course, do you want to share the bottle? Or do you have someone waiting for you?â you move slightly closer to him.Â
His heart quickens as you come closer, his mouth going dry as your proximity makes it all that much more difficult to concentrate. He glances down at the bottle sitting on the counter, his mind racing with desire and indecision.
"No," he says, his voice low and a bit huskier than usual. "There's no one waiting for me." He looks back up at you, his eyes locking with yours, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of nervousness and something more forbidden. "I'd like to share the bottle with you."
âPerfect.â You smile, stepping closer as you reach for the cabinet behind him, your chest pressing into his ever so slightly. You open the door, reaching for two glasses ââhis breath hitches as he feels your body press against him, the sensation sending a jolt of heat through him.Â
Your chest rubs against his, and he can feel the weight and softness of you against his body. The proximity is driving him mad, his mind clouded by primal desires he's trying to keep in check.
He bites his lip, his knuckles turning white as he grips the edge of the counter, trying to maintain his composure. His eyes flutter shut for a moment before he opens them again, his gaze fixed on your every move.
You step back, with the glasses in hand. âWe could watch a movie?â you prompt as you pour some wine into the cups, silently enjoying the way he reacted to your touch.Â
He nods, his mind still racing as he tries to calm his racing thoughts and the growing hardness in his pants. "Yeah, a movie sounds good," he mutters, his voice coming out a bit more hoarse than he'd liked.
As you pour the wine, his eyes follow your every move, the way your fingers grip the bottle, the way the liquid flows into the glasses. It's all too tantalizing for him. "What do you feel like watching?" He asks, trying to keep his voice level and casual.
âHow about you choose?â you hand him a glass, taking yours in hand along with the bottle as you walk into the living room. Taking a seat down on the couch you sip on the wine, your eyes follow his every move, drinking in his muscular form.Â
He tries to stay composed, forcing himself to look away and focus on the task at hand. Clark walks over to the DVD collection and scans the titles, his mind unfocused and his thoughts still lingering on you. After a moment of browsing, he picks a movie at random, inserting it into the player.
"All set." He says, returning to the couch and taking a seat beside you. You pull at the hem of your shirt, trying to prevent it from riding up too much while taking another sip of your drink.Â
âGreat.â you smile, sucking your lip between your teeth as you admire his side profile. He can't help but notice the way you fidget with your shirt, the action drawing his mind to places he shouldn't be going at the moment.Â
He struggles to keep his eyes focused on the screen, his gaze keeping wandering over to you, admiring your features and the way the fabric clings to your body. Clark takes a long sip from his glass, the alcohol doing little to calm his racing thoughts and desires. He shifts in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust himself as his jeans grow even tighter.
âIs everything alright?â you notice his movements and set your cup on the coffee table, scooting slightly closer to him. His eyes widen slightly as you move closer, the proximity sending a fresh wave of desire through him. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry.
"Yeah," he responds, his voice a little hoarse. "Everything's fine, just...adjusting." He glances over at you, his gaze lingering on your figure, his eyes tracing over the curves where your shirt clings to you, the way your position inadvertently exposes more skin.
âClark?â your knee brushes against his thigh as you scoot closer. He stiffens as your knee brushes against him, the casual touch sending a jolt through him. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his hands gripping the edge of the couch as he tries to maintain his composure.
When he hears his name, the way you say it, so soft and gentle, almost a whisper, it sends a shiver down his spine. He looks over at you, his eyes locking with yours, his gaze intense and filled with desire. "Yeah?" He manages to respond, his voice a bit shaky.
âAre you.. seeing anyone?â you chew on your cheek as you search his eyes. At your question, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty crosses his face. He holds your gaze, his eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity.
"No," he says finally, his voice steady and sincere. "I'm not seeing anyone." He swallows, his nerves getting the better of him as he wonders where this conversation is going. He can't help but feel a flicker of hope and anxiety at the same time.
Your eyes light up as you press a hand to his thigh, âThen⌠well I hope iâm not misreading the situation,â you murmur, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. It's unexpected, but oh so welcome.Â
His eyes widen for a brief moment, before closing as he melts into the kiss. Every cell in his body seems to come alive, the taste of your lips on his sending him into a dizzying spiral of emotions.
His hand comes up to cup your jaw, his touch gentle as he leans into the kiss, deepening it as he loses himself in the moment. His tongue brushes over your bottom lip as he presses his chest against yours, pushing your back into the plush fabric of your couch.Â
Your bodies meld together, your back sinking into the cushion as he bears down on you. His tongue teases your lip, requesting entry which you give him without hesitation.
His heart races as he feels the soft give of your body against his chest, the heat and pressure of your bodies mingling together.
His hand runs over your side, his touch gentle but firm as it moves over the curves of your body, his hand sneaking under the fabric of your shirt, needing to feel your skin against his. You lean back, gasping for air as his fingers explore your body.Â
He takes your gasp as an opportunity to trail his lips along your jaw, his breath hot against your skin as he nips and kisses his way down your neck.
His hand moves under your shirt, slowly, his fingertips dancing across your bare skin, mapping out each contour and dip of your body. He groans softly against your throat as he feels your warm, supple flesh under his fingers. You feel so good against him, it's almost overwhelming.
âClark..â you gasp his name as he unbuttons your shirt swiftly. He loves the way you say his name, the sound of it coming from your lips making his own name sound like a prayer.
He unfastens the buttons of your shirt, revealing more and more of your body to his hungry eyes. He peels back the fabric, his hands roaming over your now-exposed skin, his fingers tracing over your stomach and up to your chest.
He presses his mouth to your collarbone, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin, tasting your scent, committing it to memory. âClark..â you moan his name again, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he kisses down your chest, hands landing on your breasts.Â
His name slips from your lips again, the sound like a sweet melody in his ears. He can feel the pressure of your fingers on his shoulders, the touch driving his desire even higher.
His mouth travels down your chest, his kisses feather light and seductive as he moves over your breasts. His hands follow his mouth, palms cupping your breasts as he starts to massage the soft flesh.
He moans against your skin, his touch almost reverent. His body thrums with an aching need, the desire to be closer to you nearly overwhelming as he captures your lips in another hungry kiss. He cups your breasts in his hands, his fingers kneading the supple flesh as they press into your skin. His touch is soft but firm, his hands large enough to cover them completely
Clark pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss but keeping his eyes locked with yours. His breath is ragged, his chest heaving with anticipation. He can feel your heart racing beneath his palms as he gently caresses your breasts. "Are you sure about this?" He whispers, his voice thick with desire. "I don't want to rush you." His eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
You smile up at him, placing a soft hand on his cheek. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life," you reply, your voice barely above a murmur. The sincerity in your tone sends a thrill through him, confirming that this is what you both want.
He nods, his expression serious as he leans back down to kiss you again. This time, the kiss is slower, more deliberate. He savors the taste of you, the feel of your body pressed against his. His hand slides up to the back of your neck, cradling it as he deepens the kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue.
As the kiss lingers, he slowly starts to unbutton the rest of your shirt, taking his time to reveal each new inch of your skin. His eyes never leave yours, watching for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. You melt into him, your own hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as the fabric of your shirt falls away.
The moment your skin is fully exposed, the air in the room seems to crackle with tension. He leans down to press a line of soft, wet kisses along your collarbone, feeling your body shiver beneath his touch. He takes a moment to just look at you, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
Your cheeks flush with pleasure as he says the words, his eyes devouring your exposed flesh. He takes his time, kissing and caressing every inch of your body, his hands moving in a slow, tantalizing dance that leaves you trembling with need. Each touch is a promise of what's to come, each kiss a declaration of his desire for you.
The room is filled with the sound of your mingled breaths and the soft whispers of your names on each other's lips. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but you both know that the slow burn of this moment is only making the fire between you grow hotter.
Clark finally takes one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling gently as he rolls the other between his thumb and forefinger. You arch your back, gasping at the sensation, your hands tightening in his hair. He teases and worships each peak, his tongue swirling and flicking, drawing out your moans of pleasure.
As you lay there, the warmth of his mouth on your skin, the softness of the couch beneath you, and the gentle pressure of his body above, you can't help but feel that this is exactly where you're meant to be. With each tender kiss and caress, he's claiming you, and you're willingly giving yourself to him.
The movie on the TV becomes background noise as the only thing that matters is the connection growing stronger between you both. His kisses trail down your stomach, his hands skimming over your hips to the waistband of your underwear.
He kisses the skin just above the waistband, the heat of his breath making you squirm. "I want to make this perfect for you," he murmurs, his eyes looking up at you for approval. You nod, unable to form words as your breath catches in your throat.
He takes his time, pulling down your underwear in one smooth motion, exposing your most intimate parts to his gaze. His eyes darken with desire as he looks at you, but he keeps his touches feather-light, his mouth hovering just above your skin without making contact.
Clark takes a deep breath, savoring the moment as he gazes down at your exposed body. He gently kisses the soft skin of your inner thighs, moving closer to the apex of your legs. His eyes are filled with a fiery hunger that makes your heart race even faster. He presses a soft kiss to your mound, feeling you tense up at the contact.Â
Then, with a gentle caress, he parts your legs wider, his gaze never leaving yours. You can see the desire in his eyes, and it only fuels the fire burning within you. With a soft sigh, he lowers his mouth to you, his tongue tracing the seam of your folds with the lightest touch. You moan, your body trembling as he starts to explore you, taking his time to learn every curve and sensitive spot.Â
Each touch is a declaration of his intention to worship you, to take things slow and savor every second of this shared intimacy. His fingers join his mouth, gently teasing and exploring, bringing you closer to the edge with every stroke. The room is filled with the sounds of your mingled breaths and soft whimpers, the only soundtrack to this passionate symphony of desire.
Clark continues his gentle exploration, his tongue circling your clit with a patience that borders on agonizing. He's not in a hurry; he wants to savor every moment of this, to make sure you feel loved and desired. His fingers slide into your wetness, curling gently as he begins to stroke you internally, matching the rhythm of his tongue.Â
You can't help but whimper, your eyes squeezed shut as the sensations build within you. He's so attentive, so in tune with your body's responses that you feel like you're floating on a cloud of pure pleasure. Each kiss, each caress is a testament to the connection growing between you, and you know that this is just the beginning of a night that will change everything.
Clark's eyes never leave yours as he shifts his position, aligning his body with yours. His hand moves to guide himself, and with a gentle nod from you, he begins to press into you. His movements are slow and deliberate, his expression one of intense concentration as he tries to read your every reaction. You can feel the tip of him pushing against your entrance, the anticipation of what's to come making you squirm.
As he enters you, he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his voice a soothing balm to the building passion. He's so big, so thick, but he's so gentle that it's almost a surprise when he's fully sheathed inside you. You gasp, your eyes flying open, and he stills, giving you a moment to adjust to the sensation of being filled by him.
He waits, his eyes searching yours for any sign of pain or discomfort. When he sees none, he starts to move, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm that makes your toes curl. Each thrust is met with a soft moan from your lips, his name slipping from your mouth like a prayer as he fills you completely.
The feeling of him inside you is unlike anything you've ever experienced. It's as if your bodies are made for this, as if every inch of him is meant to be connected to every inch of you. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, your hands sliding down to grip his firm ass as he moves within you.
The room seems to spin around you, the only constant is the feeling of him, the sound of your hearts beating in sync. He kisses you again, his movements becoming more urgent as the passion takes over. You can feel him thickening, growing even more inside you, and you know that he's getting closer to the edge.
You whisper for him to go faster, to give you more, and he responds eagerly, his strokes deepening and quickening. Your body responds in kind, your hips rising to meet his, the friction between you building until it's almost unbearable. You're both so close, the tension coiled tight in your stomachs, ready to snap.
And then, with one final, deep thrust, it does. You cry out, your body arching off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. He follows shortly after, his own release shaking his body as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.
For a moment, you just lay there, your bodies entwined, your hearts racing. Then, with a soft sigh, he pulls back, his eyes searching yours for any signs of regret. But all he sees is pure satisfaction, a mirror to what's reflected in his own gaze. He leans down to kiss you gently, a soft promise of more to come.
#smut#clark kent#clark kent x reader#clark kent x you#superman#dc superman#superman x y/n#superman x you#superman x reader#henry cavill#henry cavil x reader#henry cavil x y/n#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill characters#henry cavill news#henry cavill smut#henry cavill fanfiction#x y/n#x you#x you fluff#x you smut#x y/n smut#henry cavill x you#henry cavill x y/n#henry cavill x female reader#fem reader#fem bottom#x reader#female reader#reader insert
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for the new year, i have decided to make a couple edits and additions to the almighty Calendar. happy 2024.
IT JUST HAPPENS
DAY 15 GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15
Thursday the 20th
The Fifth of Wednesday
Second Week of May: Eurovision
Sometime in June: That One Halloween Post Starts Circulating
Sometime in July: Dancing Pumpkin Man Video/Gif
WEEKLY EVENTS (at least the ones i celebrate)
Every Monday: Garfield Hates Mondays
Every Tuesday: Tom Servo Tuesday
Every Wednesday: It Is Wednesday My Dudes
Every Thursday: Out of Touch Thursday
Every Friday: Flat Fuck Friday
Every Saturday: Sea Slug Saturday
Every Sunday: Energy Sword Sunday
YEARLY EVENTS
January 1: Copyright Expiration Day
January 8: Spiders Georg Day
January 16: Appreciate a Dragon Day
January 18: Bug Race
January 29: Threshold Day
All of February: Funguary
ALSO All of February: Femslash February
February 3: WOE, VANILLA EXTRACT BE UPON YE
February 13: Galentines Day
February 14: Aromantic/Asexual Day
March 9: Miku Day
March 10: Mario Day
March 14: Pi Day
March 15: Ides of March
March 23: Ever Given Got Stuck Today
April 1: Mishapocalypse
April 2: Dashcon Announcement Anniversary
April 3: Dannypocalypse
April 8: Rex Manning Day
ALSO April 8: MARGARET THATCHER IS DEAD
April 13: Neil Banging Out The Tunes
ALSO April 13: Homestuck Day
April 20: haha 420 blaze it
April 25: The Perfect Date
April 28: Ed Balls Day
April 30: It's Gonna Be May
All of May: Mermay
May 3: Beginning of Dracula Daily
May 4: May the 4th Be With You
May 5: Revenge of the Fifth
May 25: The Glorious 25th of May
All of June: Pride Month
ALSO All of June: IT'S HALLOWEEN TIME TO GET SPOOKY
June 5: Barricade Day
ALSO June 5: RONALD REAGAN IS DEAD
June 12: Another Homestuck Day
June 16: Let Papyrus Say Fuck
June 22: Summerween
All of July: Disability Pride Month
July 11-13: Dashcon Anniversary
July 20: Moon Landing
September 8: The Queen Is Dead and Sans Undertale Killed Her
September 11: Mole Interest Monday
September 19: Talk Like A Pirate Day
September 21: DO YOU REMEMBER-
All of October: SKELETON WAR
ALSO All of October: People Draw A Lot Month? (so many names)
October 3: Mean Girls Day
ALSO October 3: Fullmetal Alchemist Day
October 13: Treat Yo' Self
October 20: Unnecessary Feelings Day
October 31: HALLOWEEN
November 5: honestly what didn't happen that day
November 19: Goncharov
November 29: HENRY KISSINGER IS DEAD
All of December: Will the Gävle Goat Get Destroyed Again?
December 10: Please, It's Christmas
December 12: Hawaii Part 2
December 23: Christmas Adam
December 24: ALMOST CHRISTMAS MEANS IT WASN'T CHRISTMAS
ALSO December 24: Cabinet Man Day
December 27: Porn Ban Effective Today
#there's definitely more but i'm not versed enough in this#tumblr holidays#add more in the tags/comments please#look i'm trying my best here i've been on tumblr for just over a year at this point#tumblr#tumblr calendar#it's complete. now i may rest.#holidays
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I just finished reading the 'God Save the Blessed American President Mom' fic and I sobbed hard through it all..
#god Im a wreck rn but I needed that cry#my anxiety at work has been so bad lately...#heaviness in my chest shaking hands kind of anxious and its been awful#and the best i can do for myself rn is come home and just disconect reading wholesome rwrb fics#and ive also been having trouble sleeping so thats what i do#until my eyes get too tired#bc i guess some part of me doesnt wanna wake up next morning#and go in rto work and get drilled with emotionally draining work and deal with stupid shit/people#not my coworkers/friend tho#i love them sm they keep me sane âĄ#I'll never say it to those dummies but I think they're pretty neat âĄ#just here avoiding more sleep writing this#and hoping tomorrow is the day it finally gets better#but not really feeling that hopeful...#either way..#at least i can always escape into alex and henry's love-filled world at some point of the day and worry about nothing âĄ#loads of rambly tags but#truthfully-- no piece of media has ever touched me like this#and it really feels like it heals something in me for a while âĄ#been thinking if I should see a therapist again too...#but im pretty sure my insurance doesmt cover it...#anyway#goodnight and here's to hoping#sad? little post#stuff
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Tyler Owens x Reader: I Choose You
Request: Anonymous said: "jealous tyler or jealous reader would be interesting to read đ"
Word count: 3.8k
Warnings: none!
A/N: not sure how i feel about this one but I gave it a go and wanted to make sure I posted!
Tyler tells himself that heâs over thinking⌠maybe even reading too much into things.Â
But God, he swears he isnât imagining the way that you and the reporter heâd agreed to let tag along for the next week naturally interact with one another with such ease.Â
Tyler is not a jealous personâ heâs confident and secure and he trusts you. Jealousy is petty and itâs stupid. And Tylerâs been trying his whole life to prove to himself and everyone around him that heâs not stupid.
Tyler has a loose shock to repair before the storm theyâve been tracking rolls in later that day. Heâs currently laying on the dirt at the rest stop theyâve pulled in, with a wrench in his hand. Daniâs shining their flashlight for him, and itâs important he stays focused. And he tries⌠really, he does.Â
But Tyler looks up just as the reporter laughs at a joke youâve made. And then, he reaches out to touch your arm for the added effect. Tyler nearly drops the wrench heâs holding on his face at the sight.Â
âEasy, T,â Dani says, studying him closely.Â
He takes a deep breath before looking back towards the truck.Â
âWhat the hellâs the matter with you?â Dani asks, kicking his shoulder gently with their boot.Â
âNothing,â Tyler grumbles in a tone that screams there is absolutely something wrong. Thankfully Dani doesnât push.Â
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Throughout the rest of the week, Tyler tries to talk himself down whenever jealousy rears its ugly head. He keeps telling himself that heâs being irrationalâ youâre not flirting with the reporter everytime you walk with him into the gas stations they stop at, or offer to ride with him in the van instead of Tylerâs truck, where you normally sit. Youâre just trying to be friendly⌠make him feel at ease.Â
But did he really have to look at you that way while you studied the GPS monitoring system? Or share his fucking cookies with you when everyone ate lunch in the field? And did you have to laugh so loudly at every single joke he made?
Tyler finds out on the second night heâs tagging along that Henryâs a fucking Columbia grad on top of a stupid self-proclaimed comedian. The two of you are sitting around the fire talking about graduate degrees when Henry turns towards him.Â
âDid you two meet at school then?â Henry asks. Â
Tyler smiles, but instead of warmth itâs laced with sarcasm. âNope, I donât have one of those fancy degrees, Henry. In fact, none of us but her do.âÂ
Henry turns back towards you and proceeds to ask more questions about your time studying meteorology at the U of A. Meanwhile, Tyler is left to simmer in his own self pity, wondering if it bothered you that he isnât educated like Henry.Â
Tyler has to spend the rest of the week fighting the urge to make it known youâre hisâ heâs had thoughts of keeping a permanent hand planted on your waist right in front of Henry. Maybe if he pulled you in for a kiss a little more often, and really claimed you as his, this guy would back the hell off.Â
But Tyler quickly shakes away the thought.Â
Because claiming you like an object is stupid, and Tyler is not stupid.Â
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Tyler grabs you a coffee from the nearest gas station and brings it back to the motel because heâs really trying to move past all this shit. Youâre sitting with Lilly and fiddling with the drone when he tries to hand it to you.Â
You offer him an appreciative smile that warms his entire chest. Tylerâs definitely been overreacting, because youâre looking at him with such love and admiration in your eyes.Â
âThanks, but Iâve already had some today,â you say, crushing every hope inside of him in an instant. âWhy donât you give it to Dani? They take their coffee the same as I do.â
âWhen did you have time to get coffee?â he asks, trying to play it cool.Â
You reply so simply, like the words donât slice right through his heart. âI didnât, Henry brought me one.â
Tylerâs jaw tightens. Itâs a gesture you donât notice, because youâre too busy focusing on the drone half in your lap.Â
What you do seem to notice, is the way he scoffs. It makes yours and Lillyâs heads both turn.Â
But before you can reply, Tylerâs already walking away. He clutches the coffee firmly in his hand and without a word, drops the full cup in the trash can outside the motel.Â
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Tyler has to remind himself that heâs not angry.
At least not at you. Â
You and him have a great relationship. He trusts you and thatâs all there is to it. Whether itâs Henry or whoever elseâ you never gave Tyler a reason to be worried.Â
But Tyler doesnât like the way seeing you with the reporter makes him feel. Because at any moment, you could leave him for someone with a more respectable careerâ someone with fair skin and button up polos who just looked like they had their shit together. Someone with a college degree⌠someone a hell of a lot smarter than him.Â
Seeing you with him made Tyler feel vulnerable, like he had something to loseâ because he had everything to lose.Â
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The crew spends another week chasing in Oklahoma. The seasonâs winding down, but they still managed to catch two EF0s and an EF1.Â
Tylerâs been avoiding you for most of the week. Heâd offer the truck space to Boone and Lilly, heâd sit next to Dexter around the fire at night⌠hell, he would hardly even look at you.Â
You turned down his coffee earlier in the week. Only after the fact did you realize that you should have just taken the damn thing. You understand that rejecting him after he went out of his way to do something nice for you hurt his feelings⌠But you canât understand how that turned into an entire week of the silent treatment.Â
On numerous instances, you try to approach him. But he always has somewhere to run off to.Â
âI gotta help Dani with the vanâs oil change.â
âI gotta see if Boone got the footage we need.â
âI gotta give Dexter a hand with the radar.â
Youâre getting sick of it.Â
You try to distract yourself for the rest of the weekâ you ask Lilly to explain more about how to work her drone, you keep on top of the radarâ looking for forming storm cells, and you try to make the reporter Tyler had invited along for the week feel welcome.Â
Henryâs niceâ heâs completely new to storm chasing and has loads of questions all the time. You find it slightly annoying that heâs so interested in Tyler⌠but you get it. And even though youâre a little irritated with Tyler for your week-long silent-treatment sentence, you still want him to sound as good as possible in the article, so you talk him up every chance you can.Â
You know that this lack of communication canât last. And the second Henry goes back to Boston to write his piece, you plan to corner Tyler and force him into telling you what the hell youâd done wrong. But until then, you donât want to cause a scene. So, you sit back, spend more time talking with Henry about Tyler, and try like hell not to lose your mind.
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Itâs more for his own sanity than anything. Itâs like seeing you with Henry has caused this sudden realization to pop into his head⌠You can do betterâ and honestly you deserve better than him. The thought is all consuming. It makes focusing on anything else incredibly difficult.Â
âYou gonna tell us what the hell is up?â Lilly asks one day.Â
Tylerâs currently standing in the bed of his truck, tinkering things that didnât really need to be fixed just to stay busy.Â
âWhat do you mean?â he replies without looking up.
âI mean are you going to tell us why you two love birds havenât spoken in like three days?â
Out of the corner of his eye, Tyler notices Boone glancing his way with an expression on his face that says he was wondering the same thing.Â
âWeâve spoken,â Tyler says dismissively.Â
âTelling her you donât have room for her in the truck doesnât count,â Lilly retorts. âCâmon, seriously, Ty. Whatâs wrong?â
Tyler sets his tool down and looks down at Lilly. âNothing is wrong.â
Lilly rolled her eyes. âOkay, well are you sure she knows that? Cause Dani and I saw her crying in the bathroom.âÂ
Tyler lets out a long exhaleâ the thought of you upset instantly filling his insides with sorrow. But the thought that he was the one to make you upset is even worse.Â
âI know itâs not my business,â Lilly adds. âBut Iâve been watching you give her the silent treatment all week, and thatâs not going to fix anything. I know Henryâs still here and itâs been a crazy weekââ
Tyler canât help the scoff that escapes his lips at the mention of Henryâs name.
Lilly pauses before a look of understanding washes over her. âYouâre pissed that sheâs been hanging with Henry.â She says it as a statement instead of a question.Â
âIâm notââ
âIâve known you for six years, donât even try to deny it. You areâ youâre jealous, arenât you?âÂ
With his lips pursed in a thin line, Tyler raises an eyebrow at her. âMaybe I am. Does that make you happy? Is that what you want to hear?â
Now it was Lillyâs turn to scoff. âOf course it doesnât make me happy. Youâre being an idiot.â
âWhat?âÂ
âI said that youâre being an idiot,â Lilly says, annunciating each word insultingly.Â
âYeah,â Tyler nods. âIâm well aware that Iâm an idiot, but thanks for reminding me.â
âI said youâre being an idiot, Tyler. Not that you are one. Now stop sulking and fucking listen for once in your goddamn life.â
Itâs so out of the ordinary for Lilly to snap that Tyler actually does shut his mouth.Â
âYou invite a reporter on the road with us and then you donât give him the time of day to answer any of the questions he has. Youâre short and curt and to be honest, kind of fucking rude anytime he asks you anything. Y/N is being politeâ and sheâs hosting the guest you invited along. So donât fucking blame her just because youâre insecure.âÂ
Tyler can feel the anger rising in his own chest, he wants to get defensiveâ to snap back at Lilly. But deep down, he knows sheâs right, so he stifles any comebacks and instead hangs his head.Â
Lilly sighs. âYouâre not an idiot, Tyler. So stop acting like one.â
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After letting Lillyâs words really sink in, Tyler decides that sheâs right. For the first time all week, heâs motivated to actually talk with you and make things right.Â
Or at least he is right until he sees Henry approaching you in the parking lot. Heâs too far away to hear what Henry has to say. But heâs not so far away that he doesn't see the folded up piece of paper that he passes you.Â
In an instant, everything Lilly had saidâ along with all the things heâs said to convince himself heâs been overreacting flies away with the wind. Because Henry just gave you his fucking phone number.Â
Tyler turnsâ needing to get as much space from whatever exchange he just witnessed as he possibly can. In a few, long, angry strides, Tyler reaches his truck and climbs inside. In the distance, he hears Lilly call after him. But he pretends he doesnât hear. Instead, he slams the door shut, starts the ignition and drives away.Â
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âWhereâs he goinâ?â Boone says just as you approach him and the rest of the crew.Â
âDunno. He didnât say anything to you?â Dani asks, turning towards Lilly.Â
She shakes her head, eyes squinting against the bright sun.Â
âWhat the hell is his problem?â you say frustratedly, biting back tears.Â
Stupidly, youâd let yourself get your hopes up earlier in the day when Tyler had offered you a small smile over breakfast. You had thought that maybe things were alright, and that he was finally over whatever had been bothering him so badly.Â
But now youâre standing in the cloud of dust he just left behind after taking off in his truck without a word to anyone and you know that isnât the case.Â
âHere I was thinking I helped last night,â Lilly says under her breath.Â
You snap your head in her direction. âYou talked to him?â
She shrugs. âI tried to.âÂ
âDid he say why heâs been so upset?â
Lilly hesitates. And truthfully, you understand why. Everyone here was Tylerâs friend first. You were the last to join the crewâ inducted into the group just by being Tylerâs girlfriend. They have no obligation to be loyal to you over Tyler.Â
âForget it,â you say defeatedly, turning away as soon as you feel the familiar burn of tears behind your eyes. âIt doesnât even matter.â With that, you make your way towards the RV, painfully aware of everyoneâs eyes trained on you the entire way.Â
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Tyler drives to the nearest gas station, desperate for space to clear his head.Â
He knows heâs being dramatic and irrational at this point, but if he stayed at that rest stop another second, he didnât know what would come out of his mouth. He really really had to get it together. But he canât escape the fear inside of himâ the one saying that meeting Henry helped you recognize that you could do so much better than him.
And now you had his phone number, to reach out whenever that realization hit.Â
Why wouldnât you be interested in Henry? Heâs got a goddamn masterâs degree from Columbia, he writes articles for the Globe, works out every morning before they go chasingâ apparently makes hilarious jokesâŚÂ
Tyler rests his forehead against the steering wheel and groans.
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Tylerâs gone for an hour. But when he finally parks the truck back at the rest stop, he hasnât shaken the sinking feeling inside of him.Â
In a preemptive attempt to avoid questions he had snagged a bunch of snacks from the nearest gas station. If you ask where heâs been, he can just say he had a hankering for potato chips and call it good.Â
Except, you donât even look at him when he gets out of the truck. Booneâs got corn hole set up in the dirt. It looks like Boone and Henry versus Dani and Dexter while you watch. He only watches for a moment before bringing the bag of snacks into the RV.Â
Secretly, Tylerâs been simultaneously excited for and dreading the end of the week. Heâs excited for Henry to leave and excited to sleep in his own bed. But heâs dreading being back in your shared house. Itâll be the first time the two of you are forced to be alone, and he knows heâll have to find the words to describe what heâs been feeling.Â
But apparently Tylerâs stupid, because he doesnât even know what heâs feeling.Â
All he knows is that he doesnât want to lose you. And seeing you with Henry makes him feel like heâs about to lose you. Tyler doesnât know how to say that to you without coming across as a total lunatic. Â
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You donât want to cause a scene at the rest stop. But the minute you see Tyler head for the RV, youâre out of your seat and beelining it towards him while the rest of the team is distracted.
As soon as you hoist open the door, you find him hunched over the fridge, grabbing a water bottle.Â
âWhat the hell?â is all you can manage to blurt out. Youâre fuming and on the verge of tears. But you canât help itâ Tylerâs silent treatment has just about pushed you to the edge.Â
Tyler whips around at the sound of your entrance⌠and maybe it was a little dramaticâ but you need to get your point across.Â
Thereâs a long pause while Tylerâs eyes study you.Â
âAre you gonna tell me why youâve been avoiding me all week?â
Youâre met by more silence. Â
âThis is ridiculous, Tyler. Will you just talk to me?â
Finally, Tyler scoffs, âThe reporter gave you his number, right? Why donât you talk to him? Iâm sure heâd love to talk.â
In an instant, a wave of understanding washes over you. But it isnât overshadowed by the anger you feel.Â
âAre you serious right now? Youâre jealous of Henry?â
He shuts the fridge before cracking open his water bottle dismissively, ignoring your questions.Â
âTyler, are you forgetting that youâre the one who invited him with us this week? I mean, did you think he was just supposed to sit back and observe? Heâs a reporter, of course heâs going to have questions⌠Questions that you were way more qualified to answer, but you were too busy being a jerk all week to answer any of them. So I did it for youââ
âI never asked for you to do that.â
âYou didnât have toâ I did it for you!â you cry. âI did it so that heâd write you a good storyâ because you deserve that.âÂ
âOh, how convenient. So you two just get along so well for my sake then?â he says.Â
You exhale sharply. âAre you kidding me right now? Weâve spent the last week talking about you! Iâve been talking you upâ telling him stories about what you doâ how good you are at what you doâ all the people youâve helpedââ
Tyler rolls his eyes. âYeah right,â he scoffs.Â
You pause, anger slowly melting away at the realization that he genuinely didnât believe anything you were saying.Â
âTyler,â you say seriously. âThere is absolutely nothing going on between me and Henry. Iâve been answering his questions and telling him how fucking brave and generous and smart you areââ
âDonât patronize me,â he snaps, voice cracking just slightly. âJust forget it, it doesnât matter.â He sets his water bottle on the counter before moving to step by you.Â
âTyler stopââ you say, reaching for him. But heâs too quick. He reaches the door before youâre able to stop him.Â
âWill you please stop walking away from me!â you blurt out frustratedly, tears forming in your eyes. âYouâve been running from me all weekâ I just⌠I just want to talk about this. Pleaseââ
Tyler doesnât turn to face you, but to your relief, he stops before opening the door.Â
âThere is nothing happening between me and Henry, Tyler. I mean, I promise you, absolutely nothingâ I⌠I donât know how else to convince you. But thereâs nothing going on. Iâm not into Henryââ
âI know,â he says quickly, eyes squeezing shut.Â
You let your mouth fall open, confusion washing over you. âWhat?âÂ
âI know thereâs nothing happening between you and Henryâ I trust you and I believe you.â
You shake your head in disbelief. âSo why are you so mad at me?â
Tyler pauses and bites his lip before saying, âIâm not mad at youââ he tries to explain. âI just⌠I donât understand.â
âUnderstand what?â
âI donât understand whyââ
You sigh. âTyler, youâre not making any senseââ
Tylerâs face twists in anguish. âWhy arenât you into him?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âHeâs everything Iâm not. And I meanâ Seeing you with himâ it just made me realize that you can do so much better than me,â Tyler says desperately, the pain almost palpable in his voice. âHeâs got the fancy degreeâ heâs obviously smartââ
Youâre shaking your head before he even finishes his sentence, because the idea of anyone ever being better than Tyler was even more ludicrous than him being jealous in the first place. âTyler, youâre smartââ
âI didnât go to Columbia. I didnât even finish my first year of undergrad.â
âI donât care about any of thatâ you know I donâtââ
âWhy?â he blurts out harshly, finally turning to look at you. âWhy do you even want me when you can have someone like him?â
Tyler didnât think he was good enough for youâ and that admission broke your fucking heart. In an instant, all the reasons you loved Tyler flow through your head. Thereâs so many, you canât even keep up.Â
So instead, you reach into your pocket and pull out the note Henry had given you just hours earlierâ the one Tyler apparently saw him give you. He watches as you unfold the piece of paper, quickly revealing that itâs not a phone number.Â
âItâs his momâs cookie recipe,â you explain. âThe ones you refused to try. I talked to him about how you have a sweet tooth, and I said how much you love chocolate chip cookies, so he wrote it down for me. I thought I might be able to make them for you when we got home. Because I love youâ and I love doing things that will make you happy. Because thatâs what you do for meâ you make me happy. All the time, just by existing.â
You watch as the realization washes over him. Â
You sigh. âDid you ever stop and think about how I feel the same about you?â
He pauses before looking at you questioningly.Â
âI mean, youâre you,â you say, gesturing towards him. âPeople adore you, Tyler. And rightfully soâ but Iâm always worried youâll find someone better. But I donât get hung up on it, because I trust you. I trust that you mean it when you tell me you love me and you choose me. And I need you to do the same for me, Tyler. I need you to trust me. Because I love youâ and I always will.â
Tyler exhales, his eyes watery.Â
âCan you do that?â you plead.Â
To your relief, after a moment, he nods.Â
You donât hesitate before closing the gap between you and wrapping your arms around his middle. You lay your head on his chest just as his arms wind around your shoulders in an attempt to make up for all the hugs youâve missed out on this week. Because as much as you love chasing in Oklahoma or Texas, your absolute favorite place to be is at home in his arms.Â
âCookie recipe, huh?â he muses above you, chin resting on top of your heads.Â
You nod. âIâm a horrible baker, but I was going to give it a shot.â
Tyler tightens his grip around you. âWell horrible baker or not, I love you and I choose you.â
You let your eyes fall shut and inhale the familiar, comforting scent of him. âYou have no idea how happy that makes me,â you say honestly.Â
#tyler owens x reader#tyler owens fic#tyler owens imagine#tyler owens fanfiction#tyler owens x reader fic#tyler owens x reader imagine#twisters imagine#twisters fanfic#twisters fic
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Why Will Byers?
An analysis and theory on why Henry/Vecna targeted Will first in season 1 and his plans for Will in season 5
âźď¸Contains The First Shadow (TFS) spoilers so please proceed with caution.âźď¸
This is going to be a little long but Iâve tried to give as much context as I can without actually being able to show snippets from the stage play. This is my interpretation of everything that went down as a member of the audience and not as someone who has read up any theories about TFS before. To understand why Henry took Will first in 1983, we have to start with -
Henry and Joyce
From all the times Iâve watched TFS, the one thing that has stuck with me is the final conversation Henry has with Joyce. Itâs just before his last confrontation with Patty Newby and before he joins Brenner for good. Joyce is the last person (who doesnât know about Henryâs powers) that he canonically talks to.
Throughout the entire play Joyce, Hopper, and Bob are investigating the animals dying at the hands of Henry and come to the conclusion that Victor Creel has been the one doing the killing. They get so close to solving the case. In her last conversation with Henry, Joyce tries to comfort him by saying that Victor will pay for his crimes - which makes Henry laugh because sheâs so close yet so far from the truth. He gets a little frustrated and says something along the lines of âYou donât get it. But someday you will.â (edit 28/9: the exact dialogue is [Henry: youâre too nice. that is how theyâll get you. you have to learn to do anything you can to protect the ones you love] [Joyce: I donât understand.] [Henry: You will.]) The next time we see Henry make a reappearance in Joyceâs life is during -
The Vanishing of Will Byers
Will is taken into the Upside Down (UD) by Henry. Itâs not even a question anymore. All of the context clues from 1x1 lead us to believe that Willâs kidnapping was not by a demogorgon. Will - a 12 year old - miraculously survives a week in the upside down with no food or water. Will is even around the demogorgon a few times in the Upside Down. (Joyce communicating with Will through the lights and then the demogorgon coming after her immediately).
Barb dies the night she is taken but Will stays alive and also somehow manages to talk to Joyce through the wall. Joyce is led exactly to where Will was held at the end of s1 and he makes it out alive. Itâs almost as if Henry knew all along that Joyce was the most capable of never giving up on finding her son. Like Henry took Will Byers because he was Joyceâs son. And like he was giving her just enough to know that Will was alive. Even when Joyce and Hopper find him at the end in a state of near death, heâs not injured by a creature. He was being prepared for the next stage of Vecnaâs plan -
The Possession of Will Byers
The origins of Henryâs powers happen as such - As a kid, he is transported into the UD (originally coined Dimension X by the government) for a few hours because he touched something he wasnât meant to touch. During his time in there, he came in contact with the Mind Flayer (MF). According to TFS this is the point in his life when he started getting âcorruptedâ. Brennerâs dad - who was one of the first people to enter dimension X - had mutated blood after but no powers. Henry was the first person to come in contact with the MF and itâs highly likely he got his powers because of this (This would also track considering how most of the party has been in the UD now but show no signs of having powers). The MF controls Henry for the rest of TFS and Henry grows more power hungry the more he kills.
In S2, Henry presumably sends the MF after Will - who has now had a year to heal from the events of 1983. Will is the only other person in all of ST to have had direct contact with the MF and survived it. Henry didnât hesitate to kill Billy in S3, but he always gives everyone just enough to keep Will safe. Will himself tells Owens in S2 that the MF wants to kill everyone except him. Will once again survives the entire ordeal and is given a âbreakâ for the next 2 seasons. Except I donât believe heâs been just given a break. I think Will is -
Henryâs Sleeper Agent.
Ready to awaken in s5. I undoubtedly think that Will is going to have powers. And I donât think theyâre going to be the same as Henry and El. El and the other lab kids get their powers directly from Henry. Willâs powers will be directly from the MF like Henry. I believe this has been Henryâs plan all along and itâs further affirmed by what he tells Will in the recent VR game. That Will will be the key to Henry being able to infiltrate his friendsâ minds. Jamie Campbell-Bower also mentioned during the S4 press that to get in character, he set up a display with all of Henryâs victims and targetsâ faces on his wall(?), and Will was in the center.
Henry is going to use his connection with Will sneakily and midway through S5 heâs going to awaken Willâs powers (maybe in ep4 - which is said to be titled âSorcererâ and has young Will in it). Henry is going to try and manipulate his way into making an ally out of Will, and itâs not going to work because -
Will is the Perfect Character Foil.
Will is everything Henry could have been if he had a better support system. He is the perfect character foil. Unlike Henry, Will has a mother who loves him unconditionally and more importantly, believes him. Unlike Henry, the person who Will loves the most (the Patty to Willâs Henry: Mike) is going to love him back and stay by his side all season. No one is going to force them to be apart the way Henry was told to stay away from Patty. Will is not going to be easily swayed even though Henry has spent years crafting him into the perfect soldier. Sure, Henry has seen him heartbroken and sad, but that comes nowhere near to the amount of love and support Will is going to get from his people next season. And theyâre going to quite literally defeat Vecna with the power of love and friendship. After that, Will Byers is getting the happy ending that Henry could have gotten.
#stranger things#the first shadow#will byers#henry creel#vecna#vecna/henry/001#hinting at parallels between#hentty#byler#I could write a whole essay about how Mike and Will are set up to mirror Patty and Henry.#but thatâs for another time#joyce byers#stranger things meta#stranger things analysis#stranger things theory#my art#the first shadow spoilers
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Cute, Outraged Genius | S.R.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Content warning: fluff, Spencer being a bit of a technophobe
Word Count: 1.5K
Summary: Spencer comes home only to find you using a kindleâŚinstant outrage
A/N: This is just a cute little story about Spencer being our little technophobe genius. I actually donât own a kindle, so donât know how those work or anything, but physical books are in fact superior, so.
The quote at the end is from âBook Loversâ by Emily Henry
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You loved his apartment, sometimes more than you loved yours. Being in his space, surrounded by his things - his books, his clothes, the silly art he indulged in. Being drowned by his scent, meters upon meters of space heâd touched, it soothed you like nothing else could.
The peace you felt whenever you were in his space was unparalleled.
You loved his bedroom, the plushness of his bed, his closed, where you found yourself stealing his shirts and cardigans, never giving them back.Â
Your favorite place in apartment 23 was his couch, where he found you often enough, when he returned from a case, curled up with a book. You loved the blanket thrown on the back and the windows that allowed for the whole apartment to light up with the sunlight.Â
And then there were his bookshelves, in clear view from said couch. Filled with his favorite books, special editions he held close to his heart, or some that brought him knowledge. The shelves, that now also held some of your favorite books too.
Reading, books, was the thing that had brought you together in the first place, so when heâd made space for your clothes in his closet and your toiletries in the bathroom, heâd also made space for your books to sit beside his own.Â
Heâd insisted it made the place feel less like it was his own, and more like it was shared, even though you werenât living together. It warmed your heart to know, that he saw his apartment as a home for both of you.
Seeing your books among his own, made you fall even more in love with him because he knew what they meant to you. So much so, he tumbed through a few, leaving sticky notes with his little thoughts between the pages.
As for your first meeting, it was funny.
Youâd met a year ago, at a cafe close to his apartment. Stuck in a long queue, waiting for your turn, your nose had been buried into a book, completely oblivious to your surroundings. Spencer had been standing behind you, and like the nosy dork he is, had been reading along with you, over your shoulder.
When heâd pointed out an inaccuracy in the plot, compared to real life, youâd screamed, slamming the book shut, and successfully making a fool of yourself in front of the whole cafe.Â
Heâd apologized bashfully, and asked to buy your drink for you, and then lingered for a short conversation before heâd been called away on a case.Â
In his hurry to get to the FBI on time, heâd forgotten to take your number. Two weeks later, and after a lot of blaming himself for being a dumbass, heâd seen you again, nose buried into another book, sipping a beverage next to the window of the cafe.Â
You hadnât attached puzzling looks this time, and heâd gotten your number. A year later, you couldnât be more happy for the fact that your boyfriend sometimes didnât really get social cues.
You smiled, thinking back on that day.Â
You focused on your book again, eyes dancing around the page, following with rapt attention.Â
Reading was one of the few things that brought you peace, quieted your brain, and improved your mood.Â
Sometimes you envied Spencerâs genius, being able to go through War & Peace at breakfast, without batting an eye. Reading, and reading, and still having the time for other things. If, in your lifetime, you could read as many books as Spencer had read thus far in life, youâd be happy.Â
You were giggling, kicking your feet, and enjoying your book, when you heard the telltale sign of Spencer arriving home - his key being inserted into the lock.Â
You didnât move your eyes away from the book, having reached a great part of the book.Â
The door opened, and in walked your boyfriend, a peep in his step, happy heâd get to see you and spend time with you after 6 days of being away.Â
He left his keys in the bowl next to the door, freed himself of his shoes, and set his messenger bag down.Â
He walked further in, noticing the vanilla and chocolate scent in the air - youâd followed tradition, baking a small tray of chocolate chip cookies as a welcome for him.Â
He stood behind you, draping his hands around your neck, and leaned over to kiss the side of your head gently, finally diverting your attention away from the book.Â
âHello, sweetheart,â he murmured, warm breath tickling your neck next, as he kissed around your ear and pulse point.Â
âHi there, babe.â you were whispering too, finally happy to be in your own bubble. âHow are you? How was the case?â you asked, just like you did every time, just like you did every day. You always wanted to know how he was, you wanted to know about his day, and heâd gotten so used to it and had done it so many times for you too, it had become routine, a way to show each other you cared and loved each other.Â
âIâm good, a little tired maybe,â he nuzzled your neck, eyes shut in contentment, âThe case was tough, but successfully closed at the end,â he rarely elaborated, only if someone was hurt, or the case had taken a toll on his mental health. Other than that, he didnât like bringing the gory details of the cases home with him.Â
Home was his space with you, where you laughed, and sometimes cried. Where you cuddled and made love, read together, or to each other, where you cooked, where you relaxed. It was no place for the realities of a BAU profiler.Â
âWhat are you doing?â it was a simple question.Â
âIâm reading,â and there was an even simpler answer, except if you were Spencer Reid, a doctor with three PhDs, three bachelorâs degrees, an FBI agent, and a complete, and utter technophobe.Â
You felt him lift his head before he choked out a high-pitched âYouâre what?â and you turned around to see him, shock and betrayal written on his face, his eyes as big as saucers.Â
You looked at him like heâd grown two heads, but you knew you should have expected this.Â
Youâd made the decision to get a kindle last week, and youâd used the time he hadnât been home to set it up and try it out.Â
âWhat are you even reading on that thing? Thatâs not a book!â he was outraged, but at the same time, he looked so cute, that you started laughing. You brought a hand to your mouth, in hopes of muffling the sound a little because you were losing it, laughing with everything you had.Â
âStop laughing, itâs not funny. Iâm serious.â you just laughed harder, even though you tried to reign it in and stop.Â
Around a minute later, your laughter started dying down, and you looked up, only to see him with his arms crossed against his chest, an expression between bewilderment, and those deep brown puppy eyes staring straight into your soul.
âItâs a kindle, Spence, itâs all digital,â you told him
âNo, I know that, but you canât be serious,â your brows furrowed, a bit butt hurt, until he continued, âYou know, readers prefer physical books. A recent study found that only 21% prefer e-books, as little as 14% audiobooks, and 65% are physical book readers. Another study found that your brain absorbs less when you read on a kindle than on paper.â You laughed again, loving his brain, and then patted the space next to you, waiting for him to sit down.
âI thought you were pro saving the planet Mr. Three PHDâs.â you joked, waiting for him to sass you back. After all, one of your favorite characteristics of his was how sassy he was.Â
âWell, yes I am, but statistically, physical copies are superior. A book needs to be physical, not whatever bullshit that is. Come on, letâs just return this, and Iâll buy you all the books you want,â he went to stand up, and you pulled him back down by the back of his shirt.Â
âAww babe, I know you will!â Spencer loved buying some of your books for you, he loved seeing the smile on your face when he bought a book youâve wanted for a while. You buried your face into his neck, hugging him to you.Â
âCome on, letâs cuddle before dinner, get a cookie, and Iâll read to you for a bit, I just reached a good part,â you whisper into his neck, and he exhales, reaching towards the coffee table to get a cookie before you relax into each other, and you pick up the kindle, reading where you left off.Â
âWe really are two opposing magnets, incapable of being in the same room without drawing together. I want to scrape my fingers through his hair and kiss him until he forgets where we are, and everything and everyone that ever made him feel like he was a disappointment. And heâs looking at me like I could, like thereâs an ache in him only I could soothe.â you read, hand running through his hair, happy to have him back.
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Exclusive Mc Privileges
Lucifer
Getting to wear his big coats and gloves when youâre cold or whenever you feel like it
Interrupting him working with no consequences no matter how silly the reason
Waking him up first thing in the morning like a kid on Christmas
Telling him how attractive he is when heâs mad
Helping him grooms his wings
Taking as many silly pictures together as they want as long as they donât share them with anyone
Borrowing his pens
Helping yourself to his record collection
Staying out late
Comforting him in the middle of the night when he wakes up with a nightmare
Mammon
Being his passenger princess
Treating him like a princess whenever he feels inadequate
Borrowing his sunglasses at any time
Keeping him company when Lucifer hangs him upside down
Taking the blame for anything bad you did even if it means losing money
Driving his car
Using his money
Calling him you first and cutest demon
Dressing in matching outfits even if they are bright pink
Levi
Joining him to any and all conventions
Making cosplays with him
Borrowing anything from his manga collection
Touching or seeing his tail in a domestic setting since heâs insecure about
Polishing his scales for him before parties!
Feeding him while heâs gaming
Letting you play any game you want on game nights together
Doing his makeup whenever you feel like it
Caring for Henry
Satan
Organizing his books
Sharing his tea collection with him
Baking cookies together from his favorite book series
Going to exclusive events as his partner
Using his influence to get you whatever you want
Spending late night reading time with him
Going on morning walks with him
Scrubbing his hair in the shower <3
Borrowing his notes from class if you were sick or just forgot to take some that day
Asmo
Sharing his morning routine with him since he wants you to look fabulous too
Getting lots of gifts from him since everything he sees reminds him of you
Borrowing anything you want in his closet
Using his Devilgram
Matching jewelry!
Making jewelry together to have it matching which is better than buying it
Attending meet and greet events with him as moral and emotional support
Him cooking cute recipes he found online for you
Being his personal model for new looks
Beel
Cooking for and with him
Stopping him from eating the ingredients while cooking
Picking out his change of clothes after the gym
Going on dates to new restaurants
Stealing his shirts to fashion into outfits or lounging around in
Piggy back rides!
Flexing his arms for you so you can touch them
Admiring his wings
Teaching you everything he knows about various Devildom dishes
Belphie
Sleepy kisses :)
Hiding in the attic to get away for a while and nap
Pillow shopping together
Going camping in the middle of nowhere to admire the stars and each others company
Sneaking off together at parties
Karaoke together since he knows how much you love his voice
Attempting to wake each other up but falling back asleep together each time
Surprising you at RAD with random gifts of flowers
Making cupcakes together and ending in a flour war
#obey me#obey me!#obey me belphie#obey me satan#obey me asmo#obey me beel#obey me levi#obey me mammon#obey me x reader#obey me x mc#obey me lucifer#obey me brothers#gn reader#headcanons
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