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Henry hotline x reader headcanons (but this time thereâs a WHOLE BUNCH)
So I feel like the last Henry headcanons have been too short, I want to feed yâall (and myself) a three course meal, so, Iâm just gonna be putting anything about Henry hotline I can think of here and hope for the best!! Enjoy my cringe slop
âď¸- Alright, first off, he LOVES giving you any sort of affection, and will constantly hold your hand whenever heâs with you. When sitting next to each other, heâll put his arm behind you on your chair. Any sort of touch or affection he can get.
âď¸- Will tease you sometimes, but never actually be mean to you, heâll just poke some fun at you, like if your short heâll say âHowâs the weather down thereâ or something.
âď¸- Speaking of being short, if you were, heâd lean on you with his arm, like putting it on your head or shoulder. Unless you donât want him too, though. Otherwise your permanently his wall to lean on.
âď¸- SHOWERS you in gifts, I under exaggerated how much he gives you gifts in my first post. Anywhere he goes, heâs getting you a gift. Itâs honestly insane just how much stuff you have from this guy, and most of it is pretty fancy.
âď¸- Heâs definitely rich as fuck. No doubt. If you want something, your getting it. A necklace? Itâs already on your neck. A new phone? Of course, just donât call him too often with it. Even if you feel bad about spending so much of his money, heâll just reassure you that heâs got plenty. More than plenty, actually.
âď¸- Heâd get jealous often, not like super annoyingly often where if you talk to someone other than him heâd be mad, heâll just get a little jealous often when your talking to Frankie or deputy duck-actually, HUGE emphasis on deputy duck. He hates that bitch, if he sees you talking to him heâs immediately coming up and joining the conversation, while giving deputy duck a VERY obvious glare.
âď¸- Cuddles you all the time. He loves having your head on his chest while you two watch some corny movie together, or just having you in his arms. He never wants to let go once heâs got you cuddled up in a bunch of warm blankets together.
âď¸- Brags about you 24/7, will not shut the fuck up about you when your not around, heâs practically driving Frankie insane.
âď¸- Never ever in a million years will he ever want kids, but, heâll happily marry you without a second thought! Just. . No kids. His headaches are already terrible enough, he doesnât need anymore screaming kids around him, heâs got enough of them to deal with at the park. And they CONSTANTLY call him!
âď¸- Loves to take you out on fancy dates, if you couldnât tell already, he absolutely loves spoiling you.
âď¸- Someoneâs making you uncomfortable? He is absolutely livid. Heâs immediately coming over and putting an arm around your waist before they can try anything else, and gives them the most passive aggressive smile youâve seen from him, and youâve seen those smiles before from his bad temper.
âď¸- Speaking of his temper, sometimes heâll snap at you thinking your someone working on his show or something, but as soon as he realizes itâs you, he apologizes profusely. He feels so bad about it, he didnât mean to upset you, heâd never want to.
âď¸- Heâs both a cat and a dog person, he just canât really choose. Cats are nice, calm and cuddly, but he also loves the energy from dogs and playing with them. If you want to get a cat or a dog, heâs all for it, he doesnât care which one you want either. If your happy, heâs happy.
âď¸- He can start arguments pretty easily with his constant headache, but each time he feels really bad about it, muttering apologies and finding a really nice gift to make you feel better. Heâs usually a really good with words and an absolute flirt, but after an argument, he canât even say a single sentence correctly.
âď¸- Speaking of flirting, he does it constantly. Flirts, loving teases, the whole nine yards. His ultimate goal is to make you blush like a tomato. Of course, if your mad or being serious he wonât, but otherwise, heâs cooking tomatoes.
I was in a online class Making This and the teacher randomly called my name and I panicked and scared my cat, hope you guys I was giggling and kicking my feet making this hes LITERALLY my husband Im literally Henry hotlines number 1 fan (btw, if anyoneâs been looking for some Henry hotline bots on character ai, I can give yâall my account name so yâall can check out mine, thereâs like NO finding Frankie bots and I wanna change that)
#henry hotline#finding frankie deputy duck#finding frankie frankie#finding frankie#finding frankie henry hotline#Henry hotline x reader#Henry hotline headcanons#Henry hotline x reader headcanons#feast my children
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Alright, I'm fueling the fire, ya freaky weirdos
Henry Hotline SFW alphabet headcanons
Henry Hotline x reader
âď¸Affection-
This man sezies every opportunity to show you that he loves you. Even if you're doing nothing. He'll compliment you, hug you, kiss you
Even if he is around Frankie or Deputy Duck, he doesn't care. Expect the best hugs you can get out of a cartoon character.
His go-to form of affection is definitely compliments and physical affection
âď¸Best friend-
If he's just your best friend, he'll always have your back. Need someone to vent to? Oh wow, he just so magically appeared next to you! Or you just want a buddy to hang out with? Well, good thing his show is just so happens to be canceled. He'll do anything for his closest friend
âď¸Cuddles-
This man LOVES to give cuddles. Even if he's busy with something like planning out his show or spending time with the contestants. He'll drop everything for you.
And let me tell you, when he hugs or cuddles you, he does not let go for hours. You could always ask him to let go whenever you want to, but we all know he doesn't want to lose you.
âď¸Domestic-
The truth is, he'd only do stuff if HE wanted to do it. If you ask him to mop the blood off of the floor or something, he'll look at you like you just lost your mind. Maybe if you give him a kiss or two, his might do what you ask him
But we all know he's a sucker for making you happy. So he'll do some chores only when you're not looking.
âď¸Ending-
Over the phone. Yes, that is a stupid way to break up with someone, but he doesn't know any other way that feels right! But don't worry, he'll never break up with you, he loves you too much! But he still has a plan, just in case
âď¸Fiance(e)-
Y'all really wanna marry a cartoon character? Same
He's not too big on the whole "Settling down, getting married, and starting a family" trope. He's fine if you REALLY wanna marry him. As long as it won't hinder his work and he still gets to talk in his talk show, then by all mean, slap that ring on his finger pronto! He doesn't have all day! or if you ever want him to give you a ring, just let him know
âď¸Gentle-
This phone guy wannabe loves you too much to hurt you. If there is ever a time when his headaches just get to him and he needs to let out some anger. He's leaving the room, and you won't see him until he's fully calmed down
But in normal situations where he's chill, he's so gentle around you. Kisses so light that you'll think you're touching a feather. Hugs so gentle it feels like you're hugging a teddy bear.
âď¸Hugs-
Like mentioned earlier, he gives the best hugs. It'll literally leave you craving more like some sort of sweet candy.
If you ever need a hug, you know he'll always give you one
âď¸I love you-
That's how he confessed, goofy! He was so nervous about asking you out that he just blurted out his feelings!
And don't you worry, he always reminds you anytime you need it. But when you don't, he still says he loves you! He loves you so much!
âď¸Jealousy-
Due to his massive ego, he tends to get quite jealous. Mainly around Deputy Duck and Frankie. Especially Deputy Duck. He can't help it! He just wants everyone to know that he's the one who loves you the most
âď¸Kisses-
Very very soft and passionate! Almost as if he's afraid to scare you. He knows how easily angered he gets due to his headaches, so he's just trying to make both of you happy.
He's angry? Give him one small smooch and he's floored
âď¸Little one-
Surprisingly, he secretly hates kids. Especially if they try to call him. Over and over again he has been called. He can't even look at a child without getting a headache.
âď¸Morning-
He does the most goofy lovey-dovey shit every morning. If you guys share a bed, he is kissing your face every morning. And if you don't share a bed, he always wakes you up with a kiss on the forehead and a soft "good morning, my dear"
I'm sorry but him saying "My dear" sends me
âď¸Night-
He has the most elaborate bedtime routine ever. Skin care and all. And he'd obviously sleep in one of those fancy pink night robes, also with a face mask.
Also, he sleeps like a rock. Nothing can wake him up. Not even a train horn. Except maybe a kiss or two
âď¸Open-
It'll take him a while to open up to you. Not because he's scared, it's because he's too flustered to say anything. But once he finally gets used to dating you, he starts talking to you about everything. His talk-show, his rivalry with Deputy Duck, his splitting headaches, and the list goes on and on
âď¸Patience-
Due to his constant headaches, he gets angered quite easily. And it can lead to some arguments here and there. Nothing too bad, just some petty words thrown. All you have to do is let him calm down with some time by himself. Once he's back to normal, he'll mumble about how he's sorry for being so rude to you and how you didn't deserve it. He'll never hurt you :)
âď¸Quizzes-
This guy remembers nearly everything about you. Your favorite restaurant, color, song, book. Anything! It'll honestly leave you speechless. Like, if you mention something you like a month ago, he still remembers it to this day. He really does love you.
âď¸Security-
If someone is bothering you, his hand is immediately on your waist or back. This man has to let everyone know that you're both dating. Not a single soul can split you two apart.
But normally, he's chill when it comes to being protective. He's not too overbearing about it
âď¸Try-
He goes all out when it comes to birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays.
On anniversaries, he lays flower petals all over, lights candles, and treats you to a well-deserved meal.
With holidays, he would help you set up anything. Need help putting lights up? He's tall. He's got it! Need help making food? Well, he'll give it a shot!
âď¸Ugly-
His ego. Sometimes you two get into petty arguments and he can't see past himself. It's what HE wants. It's all about HIM. But like I said before, he'll apologize for any negative things he's said to you.
âď¸-Vanity
This man spends HOURS in the morning just making sure he looks good. Even if you tell him he's perfect the way he is, he'll be flattered but he won't stop. Sometimes, he might even put on black lipstick or eyeshadow. He likes it when you kiss him and he has to redo his lipstick over and over again.
âď¸-Whole
He gets so lonely when you're not around. Yeah, he'll still go on with his day, but he'll be a lot less talkative and sassy. But once you come back, it's like a child receiving a puppy for Christmas
"My love! Where have you been?!"
"I was in the bathroom. . ."
âď¸Xtra-
Dance with him! He loves it! You could put on some swingy jazz or a soft romantic, he doesn't care! He just loves having you in his arms and spinning around with you!
âď¸You-
He talks about you all the time. With Frankie, with Deputy Duck, and in his talk show. He loves babbling on and on about his beloved! Everyone knows he's one for showing off, especially things he likes!
"They're so cool, amazing, glorious, funny, outstanding, and-"
"GET OU-"
âď¸Zzz-
OK this might sound weird but, he does snore but like not normally. Instead, his phone rings. Every time he breathes out his phone rings. And loudly too. If you share a bed, you'd probably have to either tolerate the noise or wear ear plugs
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Aaaaahh I'm sorry if this sucked. This was my first time ever writing something like this đŤ
Anyway, Henry is hot, you're cool, and goodbye
#henry hotline headcanons#hotline henry#henry hotline#finding frankie henry hotline#headcanon#x reader
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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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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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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
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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
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What's Mine Is Mine - Mattheo x Reader
A/N: woke up to the news of Dame Maggie Smith's passing. So I did a little something in memory.
Prompt: âI'm not the jealous type, but what's mine is mine. End of story"
âWhat do you think you were doing!?â Boomed the loud voice of Professor McGonagall. âFighting another student! And breaking his nose! Mr Riddle, it will be detention for a month for you!â
You looked to your boyfriend, a hard look on your face. As you were also mad at the Slytherin boy. Yet he didn't looked faze, maybe a little proud of himself more so. You didn't know why he had to attack the Gryffindor boy.
âAnd you" McGonagall swings around to you look at you, still mad but a little softer. âYou will get detention for two weeks!â
âW-what?â You sputtered. âI-I did nothing, other then try to break them up!?â
âWhen I came upon the scene, it didn't look like you were breaking it up Miss (Y/L/N). Two weeks detention, another word from you and it will be more, understood?â
You bit your tongue and nodded your head, casting a glare to Mattheo. Who looked quite pleased with himself.
The Professor sighed. âAlright, back to your house you go".
You both got up from your seats in McGonagall's class room, and began to walk to the room's door. Before you even took two step's, the Professor asked for you to stop and wait a moment. She sent off Mattheo, who didn't like leaving you, but he reluctantly left the room. You turned back and moved to stand before McGonagall at her desk.
âYes Professor?â You asked calmly.
She looked at you with a soft, pointed look. âI am not one to meddle in the lives of students, but are you sure Mr Riddle is the right suitor for you? He is hot headed and easy to anger, that to me is not a good thing".
You understood her concerns and felt touched the women cared, but she did not know Mattheo like you did. No one did. They only saw what he showed them; cocky, tough, smartass and anger issues. But what you have seen of your boyfriend was loyalty, kindness, sweet and passionate sides. Slytherin boy's protected and coveted what was theirs.
âAll due respect Professor, you don't know Mattheo like I do" you replied with a confident voice. âHe might be what you have said, but you don't know him like I do. There is more to him then just that. Am I free to leave now?â
Professor McGonagall gave you a surprised look before dismissing you. You werenât one to necessarily speak up like you did, and be rather rude to those in authority. But part of her admired your loyalty to Mattheo Riddle. And she hoped you were right about knowing him well.
You walked from the classroom with a sigh. This is not how you wanted your afternoon to go. You didn't want to have to step between your boyfriend, who had came across a Gryffindor classmate asking you for your notes from Snape's class, and another student. Alright, Slytherin and Gryffindor might not get along, but with Henry, you had a mutual respect for each other and your studies.
But Mattheo came upon you both, having a laugh, and looks to have thought Henry was flirting with you. One minute you're laughing, the next Mattheo had grabbed Henry and pulled him away. They exchanged words before Mattheo punched him. And began their fist fight. You moved to break them up, which was hopeless. Soon Professor McGonagall came across you three, as well as the crowd of on lookers. And, well you know what happened next.
âWhat did she want?â Asked Mattheo, as you came upon him leaning on a wall.
You kept your mouth shut, choosing to ignore your boyfriend and continue walking to the dungeons. A few more times did Mattheo try to talk to you, but you still kept your lips shut tight. Your anger slowly boiling below the surface. When you both descended the stairs to the dungeon did he try again.
âCome on love" he half sighed, half whined. âTalk to me!â
You stopped suddenly â which halted Mattheo â and turned around to shoot him a sharp look. âWhat can I say to take back the last hour, Theo? Nothing. So what's the point!?â
He flinched at your raised voice. âCome on love" â he stepped up and grabbed your hand, which you withdrew from him a few seconds later â âdon't be like this".
âLike what?â You questioned while crossing your arms over your chest.
âL-like this" he moved his hands up and down, gesturing to your stern presence. âThis stern figure, when you're not".
You scoffed. âI wouldnât have to be stern if you hadn't attacked Henry".
Mattheo rolled his eyes, âHenry. God his name is worse then his shit fighting skills".
You studied your boyfriend. And after taking in his annoyed tone, agitated roll of his eyes and the fact he'd beaten up your friend but not friend. You concluded one thing about your boyfriend.
âYou were jealous" you proclaimed in amusement, having to hold back a chuckle.
Mattheo shot you a glare. âI'm not the jealous type, but what's mine is mine. End of storyâ.
You smirked. âYou answered that a little too quick, loveâ you laughed. And began to head for Slytherin house.
Mattheo sputtered out words, trying to defend himself before finally letting out a frustrated sound. âI was not jealous!â He called before storming after you and your cackling frame.
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pact mark locations - obey me brothers
â a/n: here's where my mc would have demon pact marks/my take on where mc's demon pact marks are!
â warnings: canon-level suggestiveness, implies that the brothers have control over where their mark goes on mc
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LUCIFER'S pact mark would be over your heart. it's mostly hidden, showing lucifer's reserved attitude. however, it's so big that it stretches to your collarbone. the edge of his pact mark is visible to the public, a subtle sign of lucifer's possessiveness. even though a demon pact technically gives you control over him, lucifer knows and shows that you belong to him, and he will forever have control of your heart.
MAMMON'S pact mark lies on the backside of your neck, almost curling around it like a shield. every inch of his pact mark is displayed to the world, as if possessively warning others away from his human. mammon loves nothing more than to brag about how he was your first man, so he sulks if you wear a turtleneck or scarf, which covers up his sign. mammon's mark location emphasizes his vow to protect you, as the back of the neck is a delicate and vulnerable area for humans.
LEVIATHAN'S pact mark is on the inside of your left wrist, and is about the size of a strawberry. he's not confident enough to mark an exposed part of your body. when you game with him, he often gets distracted because your inner wrist is visible when holding the controller. he relishes the sight of your mark on him while the two of you are doing something you love (gaming) alone. in his opinion, his mark being semi-hidden on you makes it more special when he happens to catch a glimpse of it. seeing it unexpectedly revitalizes the strong bond that he has with you; his henry. leviathan knows that if anyone else is able to see his mark on you, that means they're too close.
SATAN'S pact mark lies on your right ribs, slightly angled to the back where your lungs are. you barreling into his life was like a breath of fresh air. for once, he felt his rapid waves of wrath slow down enough to where he felt at peace. his pact mark on you represents his desire to protect and care for you, such as how the ribs protect the lungs, which sustain life, but this location also demonstrates his vow to encourage you to continue expanding into your true self, just as you helped him understand that he was allowed to be his own person.
ASMODEUS'S pact mark is in the location of a tramp stamp, no questions asked. it sits on your lower back above your ass. this represents his playful and flirty nature and its importance in the bond the two of you have formed through lighthearted things like gossiping, nail art, and trashy reality tv. asmodeus, being around for centuries of human fashion trends, knows that a tramp stamp is controversial. he wants you to be loud and unapologetic for your attractiveness and presence, in everything that you do, instead of thinking of others opinions. it's also in an intimate spot for obvious reasons.
BEELZEBUB'S pact mark is unsurprisingly on your stomach. this represents his vow to always make you feel content and satisfied with life. innately he is a gentle helper, always sticking up for his brothers and trying to solve conflicts. he wants you to know that he would do the same for you without hesitation. hunger is a feeling of discomfort, and by putting his pact mark on your stomach, beelzebub wants to remind you that anytime you feel any sort of discomfort (not just hunger) you should reach out to him for comfort.
BELPHEGOR'S pact mark is on the left side of your mid-back, near your spinal cord. the nervous system rules over sleep, after all. when you lay down to rest and your pact mark touches the bed, belphegor wants you to know that he is watching over you, as sleeping is a vulnerable state for a human to be in. whether you're turned over on your side or sleep on your stomach, belphegor's pact mark will reside protectively in the middle of your body. the mid-back aims to evenly disperse weight throughout the body to lessen the strain on human energy. belphie knows that he was a source of stress for you when you first came to the devildom. he will do anything to lessen the weight you carry from his previous actions.
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Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader âź 1036 words | briefly 18+, and thank you to @moonpascal for your thoughts and ideas!
You only agreed to go to the pub because James seemed keen, but in all honesty, youâd much rather be tangled up in his bedsheets with him. Slipping into a dress that hugged you perfectly and dabbing on a pretty red lip was a definite perk, though.Â
This was one of your first outings with your friends now that James and you were officially together. Telling your friends had caused quite a scene. Marleneâs excitement was so loud you half-wondered if your hearing would ever be the same, while Lily, genuinely happy for you, seemed like she might tear up any second.
The pub is buzzing with chatter and clinking glasses as you settle into a cozy corner with your friends. James has his arm draped casually around your shoulders, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on your skin.Â
Youâre lost in thought, your mind drifting to Henry and wondering how heâs doing with the babysitter. You know heâs probably fineâhe always lights up when Angelaâs aroundâbut it still feels strange not being the one there with him. Sure, it means you get a night out with James, but part of you canât help missing those quiet nights with Henry, just the two of you.
You're so lost in thought that you donât even notice the man approaching the table. He claps Sirius and Remus, both of whom have their backs to him, on the shoulder with a bit too much enthusiasm. Remus flinches, startled, while Sirius practically leaps out of his seat.
âBoys!â he calls out, a cheery smile on his face, and you can tell heâs been drinking a tad too much. âLong time no see, mates.â
"Colin!" James lights up, his grin matching the man's excitement. You barely recognize himâmaybe youâve seen him in old photos with James and the boys, but itâs clear they havenât kept in touch much since school. "Howâve you been?"
Colin launches into a debrief about his life after school. And the boys listen and sprinkle in a few comments to show theyâre listening. Marlene meets your eye and fakes a yawn, which makes you smile. You werenât listening all that much, either.
âWait!â You glance up at Colinâs sharp exclamation and realize heâs looking at you. âYouâre Henryâs mum!â
Without thinking, you smile and nod. If you hadnât had those two drinks, you might have hesitated and weighed your words more carefully. But in your heart, you already considered yourself Henryâs mumâJames had even told you that Henry called you that when they were alone. The only thing missing was Henry saying it to your face. âYeah,â you say softly, a warmth spreading in your chest. âI am.â
James nearly knocks over his drink, freezing mid-reach as your words sink in. His eyes widen in surprise, and the usual confident grin falters, leaving him completely flustered. Sirius and Remus exchange an amused glance, barely containing their smirks at how thoroughly you've caught him off guard.
He knew you hadnât wanted to go out tonight. The way youâd flashed him that pouty lip when he mentioned the group plans and how you'd been invitedâit had almost broken him. Now, as he sat here, he was wishing heâd caved and stayed in with you.Â
But then, he wouldnât have heard you call yourself Henryâs mum.
He hardly hears the conversation happening between you and Colin. Instead, heâs lost in thoughts of making you his wife and giving Henry a siblingâor maybe two or three. His mind flashes with images of you, stomach full and swollen. He likes the idea of everyone knowing how well heâd fucked you. So pretty and so full of him. His throat feels dry, and the last place he wants to be is in this pub. He wants to be home, burying himself inside of you as you beg him to make you a mum.
He stands up abruptly, the chair squeaking as it scrapes against the floor, propelled back with surprising force. All eyes turn toward him, curiosity etched on their faces as he reaches for your purse, which hangs off the back of your chair.
âIâve forgotten that our babysitter has to go by midnight.â James rushes out. âWe have to get home.âÂ
Colin doesnât seem to notice Jamesâ sudden urgency, but you do, your brow furrowing as you catch his impatient glance. She didnât have to leave by midnightâJames had told you both that the night would stretch longer. Still, when he stands and extends his hand to you, you take it without hesitation. Your goodbyes to Colin and the others are rushed, barely uttered, before James is already tugging you out of the pub, his grip firm as if he canât wait another second to get you alone.
âJamie, what is going on?â You ask as you step into the cool night air, the door slamming shut behind you and effectively cutting off the lively chatter of the pub.
âFuck, do you know what hearing you call yourself Henryâs mum did to me?â He rasps out your name, and the tone of his voice sends a thrill through youâit's unmistakably filled with desire. You reach his parked car, and he sharply flings open the door for you, the sudden movement catching you off guard.Â
You stand there, fully aware that heâs waiting for you to get in, but you donât move. Instead, you watch him closely, taking in every detail. His cheeks are flushed, and his breathing is uneven, revealing just how much your comment has affected him. The anticipation hangs between you, thick and electric, and you revel in the power you have over him in this moment.
âBaby, get in the car. Please,â He nearly begs, âI canât wait any longer.â
âYou donât want me in the car?â You tease, the flirtation in your voice almost sending him over the edge. You can see the effect it has on him by the way he inhales sharply, his eyes fluttering shut as if heâs trying to regain control.
âIâm trying to be a gentleman, which means getting you home so I can take you in our bed,â He breathes out. âGet in the car.â
You donât need any more convincing after that.
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