#henry mad fumbled

[hockeyshmockey]

Lance Stroll- Biggest Champion

summary: a moment between the oldest wolff and lance after some scary moments in Qatar. lance stroll x wolff reader

warnings: talk about the medical issues in qatar!

wc: 1.1k

“Papa,” you said worriedly as you say next to Toto in the Mercedes garage in Qatar. Since you had begun seeing Lance, throughout this season, the set up usually was you watching your boyfriend and friends race from the Mercedes garage and stepping out to see Lance pre and post race. Unless Chloe was in town where the two of you could be found giggling in the Aston garage, this seemed to work for the two of you.

That day in Qatar had been otherworldly hot. Lance had not been having the greatest weekend, taking ice baths every hour it seemed like and spending a lot of time in his drivers room trying to work through his frustrations. You had joined him some of the time, offering him silent comfort which seemed to be what he needed with all the pressure sitting on his shoulders.

As you and Toto stared at the screens showing several onboards and now sharing Logan’s voluntary retirement, your worry crept up for not only Lance, but your friends as well. A hand fell on your shoulder, squeezing to offer support as Lewis joined your little group. Carmen was standing off to the side with George’s trainer, chewing on her nail as she shared similar worries about her boy in the drivers seat.

“I really can’t believe this,” Lewis shook his head as Logan was wheeled into the Williams garage. “This is so dangerous. The FIA can't let this happen again.”

The group all watched as more and more drivers chimed in over the radios about not feeling well. Alonso pretty much asking his team to throw water over him on his last pit, which they couldn’t do. After another round of Max crossing the line first, finally some relief hit as the groups shoulders lifted knowing their final driver and friends would be getting out of the cars soon.

Watching the other team onboards which your father kept on a separate screen for your benefit, you winced as you watched Alex have to be assisted out of his car. Switching over to Lances, you watched as he sat in his car for a minute before trying to haul himself out. You felt slight relief as he made it from the car, leaning over by the tire for a second. But that relief was short lived.

As you saw him stumble, you gasped, hand covering your mouth as your father frowned, the two of you watching as Lance’s knees buckled and sent him fumbling into the door of the ambulance. Toto put a hand on your back as you both watched medical personnel approach the driver, before the feed was cut.

“Go,” Toto nodded as you looked on helplessly, taking no time before hightailing it from the Mercedes garage to the Aston Martin one down the row.

“Is he ok?” You asked breathlessly as you saw Lawrence and Lance's Engineer standing together with matching frowns.

“He had some trouble with the heat,” Lawrence said as he put a hand on your shoulder in sympathy. “He didn’t look too good getting out of the car but they took him right to the medical center.”

“Will they let us in?” You immediately asked.

“I’ve got to wait for Fernando,” Lawrence sighed, looking over at Ben and Henry. “I think they’ll let Henry in, you want to go with him and work that charm? Check on our boy?”

“I’m on it,” you smiled weakly as Henry nodded, leading you out of the garage to where he grabbed an Aston golf cart and drove you over to the medical center. Considering the state of the drivers, the usually calm area was a mad house with other team members, drivers, and some partners as well.

You followed Henry’s lead as he walked up to one of the track workers. The two spoke for a moment, Henry gesturing over his shoulder to you. As the worker saw you wringing your hands and the clear worry on your face, her own expression softened and she nodded before pointing down the hall.

You hurried after Henry, keeping up with his long strides as the two of you approached a curtained off area. Henry peeked his head in before pulling back the sheets, showing your boyfriend sitting on the bed in no shirt and just his fire proof bottoms.

“Hey mate,” Henry said as he approached the bed, clapping Lances shoulder as the boy smiled up at him tiredly. “Boss man couldn’t get away but wanted us to make sure to come check on ya.”

“I’m alright,” Lance said, his words slightly slurred with exhaustion as he looked past Henry towards you. He reached out a hand, you immediately rushing over to grab it in both of yours. “Just exhausted. They’ve got me on some fluids right now.”

“Some good rest and food will get you right,” Henry squeezed his shoulder before looking back at you. “We’ll I’ll leave you and report back to Lawrence. You both should be able to get back to the garage but if not give me a shout, I’ll come get you.”

“Thank you Henry,” you said softly as he smiled at the both of you before heading back out the way he came. You took a long second now that you were alone to let your eyes take in all of Lance’s face- skin sweaty, eyes tired.

“I really am ok,” he murmured, cupping your cheek as he saw the unshed tears on your lash line. You nuzzled in to his touch, letting out a sigh as you felt some of the weight on your shoulders lift just having him in front of you.

“I’m glad, it was scary out there,” you rasped out, looking at him once more. “A few other guys apparently passed out in the mc post race.”

“God this should’ve never happened,” Lance shook his head. Any further talking was put on pause as a nurse shuffled in, taking stock of Lances IV drip and telling him he would still be here for another hour or so for observation.

“I know I wasn’t at my best this weekend,” Lance admitted thickly. “And I’ve got some apologies to make. But being in the car, feeling like I could’ve gone off at any moment. All I could think about was getting back to you. And telling you how much I adore you, and that I don’t say it enough, but I’m really thankful for you and everything you do for me.”

“Oh schatz,” you said as you leaned in teary eyed again, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re doing your best. Your frustration is something everyone understands, we just need to find better ways for you to express it. There is nothing I would change about you. I love you and I love being your biggest champion. There’s no getting rid of me.”

“I love you,” he smiled tiredly, pursing his lips with a pout till you rolled your eyes and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips.

[happygirl2oo2]

Queer Sports Romance Books Recs For Pride Month 🌈 (all are books I've either read or currently have on my own tbr list)

Hockey

Rookie Recovery (Bobcat Boys #1) by Jemma Croft and Lex Veia [mlm]

Vancouver Orcas interconnected series by Amy Aislin [mlm]

Hometown Hero (Whistleport Hockey #1) by Declan Rhodes [mlm]

Hockey Guys interconnected series by Sarina Bowen [mlm]

Prove It by Stephanie Hoyt [mlm]

Fake Boyfriend interconnected series by Eden Finley [mlm]

Caught off Guard by Catherine Cloud [mlm]

Chicago Thunder interconnected series by Jodi Oliver [mlm]

Don't Look Down (Best Laid Plans #1) by Jessica Ann [mlm]

Hockey Ever After interconnected series by Ashlyn Kane and Morgan James [mlm]

Love & Other Inconveniences by Catherine Cloud [mlm]

Time to Shine by Rachel Reid [mlm]

Relationship Goals interconnected series by Brigham Vaughn [mlm]

Light Up the Lamp by Kit Oliver [mlm]

Puckboys interconnected series by Eden Finley and Saxon James [mlm]

Hot Shot (Orlando Storm #1) by Marissa James [mlm]

Breakaway partially-interconnected series by E.L. Massey [mlm]

Delay of Game interconnected series by Hannah Henry [mlm]

Offsides interconnected series by J.J. Mulder [mlm]

Roughing (Portland Seabirds #1) by Michaela Grey [mlm]

Stick Side interconnected series by Amy Aislin [mlm]

Let's Do This (IFU Hockey #1) by Loren Leigh [mlm]

CU Hockey interconnected series by Eden Finley and Saxon James [mlm]

Back to Center (Mohegan U Hockey #2) by Ryan Taylor and Joshua Harwood [mlm]

Penalty Box interconnected series by Ari Baran [mlm]

Shenanigans (Brooklyn Hockey #6) by Sarina Bowen [m/f with a bi mc]

The Inside Edge by Ashlyn Kane [mlm]

Icebreaker by A. L. Graziadei [mlm]

Hockey Bois by A.L. Heard [mlm]

Three Is The Luckiest Number by Catherine Cloud [mlm]

Not Over You by Samantha Wayland [mlm]

Wake Up, Nat & Darcy by Kate Cochrane [wlw]

It's a Love/Skate Relationship by Carli J. Corson [wlw]

Off the Bench Duet Series by Kimberly Knight [mlm]

Twincerely Yours by Eden Finley [mlm]

Car Racing

Pole Position by Rebecca J. Caffery [mlm]

Lights Out Series interconnected series by various authors [mlm]

Fast Love (Fast Love #1) by Kerry Lockhart [wlw]

Driven By Passion (Gamble Racing #2) by Renee Dahlia [mlm]

Redline (Redline #1) by Emma Barlowe [mlm]

Furious by Jamie Pacton and Rebecca Podos [wlw]

Bowling

The 7-10 Split by Karmen Lee [wlw]

Baseball 

The Prospects by KT Hoffman [mlm]

Batting Style by Louisa Masters [mlm]

You Should Be So Lucky by Cat Sebastian [mlm]

The Smile Has Left Your Eyes by Danielle Dawsen [mlm]

Volleyball 

We Got the Beat by Jenna Miller [wlw]

Always More (Sports #1) by Nicole Pyland [wlw]

Roller derby

Mighty Millie Novak by Elizabeth Holden [wlw]

False Start by Santana Knox [wlw]

Basketball 

How You Get the Girl by Anita Kelly [wlw]

Love and Sportsball (Atlanta Cannons #1) by Meka James [wlw]

Zone Defense interconnected series by Becca Seymour [mlm]

Fencing

Fence comic series by C.S. Pacat and Joanna the Mad [mlm]

Football

One Last Play by E.B. Neal [mlm]

Coming Out on the Sidelines by Dev Hahn [wlw]

Forward Entry (Sydney Swallows #1) by Aurora Crane [mlm]

The Game (Charleston Condors #2) by Beth Bolden

Atlanta Lightning interconnected series by Riley Hart [mlm]

Fumbled Past (San Diego Seals #2) by Cecelia Storm [mlm]

Onside Kiss (Domingo #1) by Octavia Jensen [mlm]

You Started It (Fan Service Series #3) by Hinsel Meyer [mlm]

Tigers and Devils (Tigers and Devils #1) by Sean Kennedy [mlm]

Roosevelt College interconnected series by Christina Lee [mlm]

You & Me by Tal Bauer [mlm]

Crushing on the Quarterback by Baylin Crow [mlm]

Tennis

Deuce (Tennyson Bend #2) by P.T. Ambler [mlm]

Soccer

You Don't Have a Shot by Racquel Marie [wlw]

Everything for You (Bergman Brothers #5) by Chloe Liese [mlm]

Cleat Cute by Meryl Wilsner [wlw]

Pull Me Under by Zarah Detand [mlm]

The Game Changer (Denver Defiant, #1) by Finley Chuva [wlw]

I Like Me Better by Robby Weber [mlm]

Finding a Keeper (Sports #4) by Nicole Pyland [wlw]

Don't Hate the Player by Shelby Elizabeth [mlm]

Endgame by Zoe Reed [wlw]

Hotshot by Clare Lydon [wlw]

Rugby

Attractive Forces by Jax Calder [mlm]

The Tighthead (Lincoln Knights #1) by Charlie Novak [mlm]

Softball

The Unexpected Dream (Sports #3) by Nicole Pyland [wlw]

Chess

Always the Almost by Edward Underhill [trans boy x boy]

Wrestling 

Alondra by Gina Femia [bisexual girl mc]

Lacrosse 

Catch and Cradle by Katia Rose [wlw]

Swimming

Tears in the Water Margherita Scialla [LGBTQ+]

Badminton

Shy by Ashish Rastogi [mlm]

[confiscatedpeaches]

can i request william brat taming reader?? afab plss and i LOVE your writing!! tysm!!

ofc!! thank you so much for the complement! I love the thought of William brat taming, I bet he'd be really good at it. (Also this lowkey turned into a really long fic lmao so I AM going to write a part 2 tomorrow aaaah)

Minors DNI, TW: bdsm dom/sub bratty!reader, reader is wearing a collar, use of restraints

Afton comes home from work and it has NOT been a good day.

You knew the signs; the sound of his car door slamming, his shoes practically stomping onto the pavement below, and swearing as he fumbled for his keys. Today was not a good day at work for Mr. Afton. He was positively furious about something, and you knew he was going to take all of his frustration out on you. Of all the days you could have chosen to be a brat, this should not have been one of them.

You look into the living room and find him pacing furiously, muttering something to himself about "Henry" and "those god-damned parents". Noticing you out of the corner of his eye, he turns to look at you.

"You. Come over here right now."

You fold your arms. Why should you come over, when it's so adorable to watch him pace his way into a hole in the rug? Absolutely not. Part of you loved when he was like this, the angrier he got, the more fun he would have with you later.

"Awe my little whore thinks she's in charge. Get over here, now."

You should have listened. Really, you should have. But you just couldn't help your bratty ass now could you. Instead, you decide to commit the worst sin according to your Mr. Afton, you stick out your tongue.

He scoffed, his face getting redder. His head cocked to the side.

"You're feeling brave today aren't you love? Keep it up and see what happens."

God, you loved how his accent became thicker with rage. Sometimes you could barely understand the man. Watching him unravel into a mess of words and animalistic sounds drove you absolutely mad. Seeing him lose himself in you was such a thrill. You really, really should give in now, before this became much worse.

"Oh? What are you gonna do to me Mr. Afton? Are you gonna punish me?" You mocked.

He scowled and crossed his arms. You could practically see steam rising from out his ears.

"Yes, I am actually. Now get over here and let me spank you for being such a naughty little bunny."

Even after he raised his voice, you continue to refuse.

"Do I have to come and get you myself darling?"

A grin spread across your face. Was he challenging you? Oh yes, he was definitely challenging you. You were going to make him work for this. Excitement bubbles within you.

"I'd love to see you try, catch me if you can!"

You dash down the corridor and turn down one of the side halls. You hear a very loud British man begin raving and screaming behind you

"Oh you little---!

Laughter fills your ears. Your laughter, of course, but also Will's. He was laughing manically. It dawns on you that you have fucked up, big time. It was one thing for him to simply get mad and dominate you, but for him to start laughing? That's when you knew he had something truly terrible planned for you. You had to hide and wait for him to calm down, asap.

His footsteps were getting louder, closer. Turning down yet another corridor (his house is weirdly arranged, and you often find yourself lost in it), you flick on the lights and run into the basement. He has so much junk in there, there is no way he'd be able to find you if you tucked yourself away in there well enough.

Sitting in the back corner, you find the perfect place. You manage to hide yourself behind an animatronic you haven't seen him work on in ages. Holding your breath, you wait.

His footsteps stop at the top of the basement stairs. Shit, he must have seen you run into there. His ragged breath and laughter echo down the stairs, reverberating on the basement walls. He has really lost it this time.

Then, he does something unexpected. He takes a few steps down the stairs, before shutting the door behind him and flicking off the lights.

He has you trapped. You're so unfamiliar with the basement that there is no way you'd be able to navigate your way out of there without making a sound, or god forbid, bumping into him.

"Come out come out wherever you are." He sings.

Dear lord, he was feeling absolutely villainous. You knew he could be sadistic, but you've never seen him like this. You heard him shuffle, what could he be doing? Is he searching for you? Fear and arousal pool inside you.

"Aww come on little bunny, I thought you were being brave."

You could feel your heart beating in your ears. You didn't know how long you could hold or hide your breath, especially with how hot and bothered you were getting.

"Little bunny, where are you? I know you're in here. If you come out now I pinkie promise not to punish you.... too harshly."

That liar, you knew this was a fake-out. He isn't stupid enough to believe that would do the trick. You would wait him out, see who could last longer. A growing part of you wanted to submit, face the consequences, and end the torture early, but the rest of you was stubborn and wanted to see how far you could take this. You were already in deep shit, why not make it worse?

"Sweetheart... I can see you, you know."

What? There's no way, it's almost pitch black in here. Can this motherfucker see in the dark or something?!

"You're hiding behind that animatronic, I can see your feet. I can hear your breathing too love. Come out now, be a good girl."

Shit. He had you dead-to-rights. All of the stubbornness deflated out of you like a popped balloon. He won, you lost, and he knows it. You hate how wet this is making you. You wanted to win this time, but there's a reason he's the dom and you're the brat. He's just so much cleverer and smarter than you. You stood no real chance.

"Don't you want to be a good girl for Mr. Afton? Really now, I can see you curled up back there. Crawl out like the pathetic little loser you are. I'm not coming to get you this time."

The urge to submit builds within you. You know you shouldn't make this any worse for yourself. Reluctantly, you slide out from your secure hiding place. A light illuminates your figure. You see him sitting on the second to last step of the staircase, flashlight in hand.

"Ah, there you are. Come over here, now."

Before you can resist, you find yourself walking towards him. You were too tired to fight anymore.

"Good girl, now get on your knees."

You obey. His hand thrusts towards you and grabs you by your collar.

"Gotch'ya you little bitch! How dare you disrespect me?! You stupid little whore, there's at least a dozen animatronics down here, I just guessed you were hiding behind one! It's time to face the consequences doll."

(Part 2 coming tomorrow -- am too tired to write more tonight.)

[ohmyplasticstars]

JOY OF NOSTALGIA

(Random piece of dsaf writting idk)

imagine Henry actually fainted from the injury, and like survives the fight, and now that he's truly alone breaks into a sob, because he can't hold himself anymore (also nobody will see him anyway) his head is throbbing in pain, he covers his face in shame of his own weakness his wound bleeds into his hands, he looks at his pink hands, they are crimson with blood, quite a common sight for him only ussualy it's someone else's blood

He hasn't seen his own blood in quite a while now he breaks into a sob again

And like after hours of sobbing he like feels something hard pressing against his chest and that snaps him out of his pity party and he fumbles in his suit to find many bear pins

And somehow they shine for some reason, each a different colour

Each representative of a different moment of his life, he looks at each of them remembering the memories attached to these little dinky charming metal trinkets

And he finds a gold one, it's his very first pin, he got it with his very first pay check, well he's always been earning ever since he could walk and talk, nothing comes for free after all

But this paycheck was different he wasn't burdened by his father's needs, that old man died decades ago. And he decided to part some of it to buy something for himself, something that will last, a reminder, a celebration, and cheap after all he isn't rolling in cash yet

He notices a vendor selling dinky items in a box, and he sees a bear pin it's very cute, it's the head of a white cute bear with closed eyes and baby pink cheeks and a little smile how peaceful

He wonders if he should get it, he debates for a while standing there, at the street till he decides not to, but eventually reverses back to buy it

Since it's super cheap.

It's been with him ever since perhaps one of the only things which has never left him

It shines gold with pride and hope cutting through the agonizing misery and darkness of the void like a golden oil lamp

Something he'd study under if he was still in college and the electricity went out

Henry remembers different pieces of his youth, oh to be free, though he admits he wasn't completely free, there were bills and exams and what not to handle

But it was definitely better than the madness of the void

He grips the bear pin hard, gold rays persist and shine through the crevices of his fist like sun light through a jail cell

His jail cell....

He can't help but find a hopeful metaphor in it

"There's alway some good after the bad Hal"

His own voice says to himself in his head, that voice is nobody's it's his own

"I choose to not cry"

Continues the voice like a command his tears turn off like a new water tap which hasn't broken down yet.

He realises there's a sting in his hand

Ouch! He poked his hand on his pin, guess he was so busy crying he forgot to lock it before gripping it

For some reason he didn't mind, maybe he was tired of crying, he definitely wasn't sad right now, atleast not in an active way

He remembered his bad time and good times

Suddenly he burst into laughter

"I ALWAYS COME BACK, I WILL COME BACK."

he laughed, he didn't know if he was being malicious, in a way it felt like a innocent challenge

All these emotions, he can't connect them he's going insane! But he's feeling happy he believes he is

After a bit of laughing and he puts his pin away into his pocket, when he notices, another pin

It's black as the void itself, it's a bear pin too, but a strange one with what looks like a dead bear on it

He can't believe his eyes, he gets on his hands and feet and wildly grabs for it

He doesn't know what it this mean

Well It definitely means something is here and something will go on

He adds the pin to his coat aswell it stains him in blood, strange

Either way, he will come back he always does he won't cry anymore, crying is for little bast@rds

He throws himself on to the floor wondering what will happen now

Sleep takes over him

I wonder if he's died

Someone watches him, he watches the whole time Henry was having his solitude

With his glazed undead eyes

But he dares not interact

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Hiii yes I felt like writting a little bit

It's very random and poorly put together I know it was much more cinamatic in my head but oh well I tried

Please tell me your thoughts on it

[flownintothesun]

For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog.

Rules: Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!

Favorite Muse: Oh god. Do you KNOW the war that will start with these chaotic nuisances in my head if I answer that?

Most Character Development: Westley, hands down. He started out as a kind of joke of a concept and then as it turned out, I needed him. Funnily enough, @batteredoptimist came and asked me 'so about this sailor boy...' and, as it turned out, I got a Westley and a Nonny out of the deal. Which is pretty great for me. Now he's so different from the original idea I had of him — he's fully developed and it's been pretty amazing to see.

Trash Muse: *covers his ears* Westley.

The Meme-Lord: *squints* Mariano for the dad jokes, Francis unironically, and Henry (who will claim that Alex sends them more).

Most Likely to Start a War: Lucienne. Westley wants to say it's him but it's definitely Luci. Mariano is a good candidate too, tbh.

Worst Personality: skfadgfkj Howl (lovingly) or Enjolras (marble statue).

Best Singer: Marin.

Most Attractive Muse: OH GOD WHY. They're all gorgeous. Marin.

Biggest Heart: Francis.

Falls in Love Quickest: *looks at Francis and James specifically* Francis.

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: Westley.

Ice Ruler: Lucienne. Mariano is over here pouting.

The Edgelord: Westley? 😅 (This is dangerous he's so mad at me.)

Most Tragic Backstory: Oof Marin and Westley.

Best Case of Puberty: I am autistic and don't understand the question oop.

Most Awkward: Mariano, actually. He fumbles all over himself when he's not acting all badass.

Busy Bee: Mariano.

Most Clueless: Francis. See also: tea.

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Francis or Westley for different reasons.

Best Dressed: mm...all of them? If I have to choose, Mariano.

Biggest Flirt: Westley.

Most Dramatic: oh goddddd. he's going to kill me at this point. *hides* also DEFINITELY Westley. But as for me the mun providing drama to the character, Marin.

Least Likely to Show Up Late: Mariano.

One with Weirdest Habit: Uh. I don't think any of them have any particularly weird habits? (Other than one of my Nonny-villains who I don't write on here...) but Francis taps music notes on his legs when he's stressed and hiccups when he's flustered. Westley's legs basically vibrate and he chews on his lip piercing in his modern verse.

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Mariano.

tagged by @hvbris (thank you this was soooo fun ♡) tagging everyone, do it it's so much fun

[notupforpolo]

Why the volume thing again? I guess they're seeing how successful it's been for HBO in particular, and also Disney+, byt why only commit to the bit halfway? From what I saw it wasn't actually successful with stranger things last year? I may be wrong on this but most casual watchers lost interest during the wait and more invested fans just built up expectations that were squashed. All the post-season/show critique that is inevitable came during the period where you wasn't suspense and reception to be high, because the shippers had nothing new to do, so they were being annoying, and obviously the plot wasn't resolved so people were mad at that even though it was by design at that point. Either you realise it to be consumed as binge-watching or you air it weekly (or even daily) depending on what kind of reception you want. It's different flavours but at least viewers respond as kindly as a large, diverse, group of people with accuses to the internet can.

Now, as I mentioned, I'm basing this on my what I saw last year with ST, but I'm not in the fandom so if there is data™ to prove me wrong, that realising the show in two volumes, I'd be more than happy to read it. I want the Witcher to succeed because I've really enjoyed season 1 and 2, but with Henry leaving there are a lot of people who will drop the show anyway. I don't want Netflix to fumble the bag this season.

[nihtscada]

woahh, mini rant on my thoughts of this trailer, as the resident tumblr "comic book guy"

It was brilliant, and the only people mad are Snyder dick riders. "HE WONT BEAT HENRY CAVILL THOUGH!!" he's not meant to be "beating" anyone, just like how Henry Cavill never "beat" Christopher Reeves, they're all different takes on the man of steel.

Snyder wanted to make his own universe, James Gunn is adapting the comics. Superman was never meant to be dark. He's meant to be the day, and Batman is the night, not BOTH of them.

"W-well look at the horrible green lantern, his hair looks stupid!!!" mate, have you ever picked up a comic in your life? That's Guy Gardener, his hair has HISTORICALLY sucked, it's supposed to look like that!!

Plus he genuinely looks like Clark Kent and portrays it much more accurate. He's a shy fumbling reporter.

Save your criticism until you've seen the movie. It's only the TRAILER for crying out loud.

Aaaand Krypto was adorable. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

David Corenswet as Superman/Clark Kent

Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

[fumikomiyasaki]

Meet + a library

Chizuko and Ismene (since both girls are bookworms on various)

Location prompts

Fuck it also for my selfindulgence I do three

Usually the Library in itself was an uninteresting location for him.... if he needed information he would go to other people and play his charms to get what he wanted... however he had another reason to go there that day... he knew his dear Onyx was lurking there a lot of times and his longing was more important than his lack of interest... and its not like he didn't read... his taste was just novels based on movies or things that help him with his acting. Eventually throughout NRCS halls he noticed something curious... slight stains on the walls, places that were off limits... like a destruction occured here. Yet some shelves where pulled up and filled again as he saw Chizuko with her back turned sit on the couch reading a deeper story, fully ignoring everything around her.

Yet despite him thinking he could surprise her she spoke up soon.

"You always have to follow me, birdbrain... what a pain."

"I only am here for a infamous Samurai novel for Nano... and who else to ask then my smart, wellversed dear Onyx."

"Ask someone else, I am busy..."

She continued to read on in her book and ignore him but Flynn still wanted to get her attention somehow even if it meant just looking over her shoulder and reading the paragraphs with her...

"I see his actions are very predictable."

"What are you mumbling about?"

"He says that sentence to fake his identity... he was the one who disspaeared."

"You... How did you know?"

"Cause I read this book a while back?"

She slightly hit him on the head. "Nobody likes Spoilers."

"My but you don't know if I am telling the truth, that is the fun in it."

"If you are only going to interupt me you can leave... stop bothering me."

"Or how about you take a break with me and won't tell you more about this book?"

"You moron... that is blackmail."

She was about to get mad at him again as he spoke up.

"I won't bother you anymore but I would gladly another day make you some of my own recommendations of books that do it better to be less predictable."

And with these words he left... she hated that she was intrigued what kinda books he meant... but decided to ignore him for now.

An annoyed sigh escaped Leroy... he wish he could have gone to a book store for Manga instead but it was a holiday so everything was closed... and so he decided to visit the Library instead and see what kinda gems of books they had to offer... he practically could hear Henrys voice in his head. "Make sure to learn about the new machine, maybe look at the manual." Boring...

Scouting the Library he was surprised to see Ismene here however... reading something in front of a shelf... a smirk left his lips... might as well sneak up and greet her... however in doing that she turned around as he leaned his arm on the shelf behind her and it let to her blushing cause he was so up close... seconds later he realized the situation too and backed off.

"S-sorry just wanted to surprise you..."

"I-Its fine... you just scared me by accident.... h-hello Leroy."

The two of them fumbled awkwardly as Leroy put his hands behind his head and smiled.

"Whatcha reading, Izzy?"

"Just some manuals on some parts."

"Not you too.. how can you endure some of this really?"

"Hm.... I j-just think reading it will make me understand how it works... sure its not like a good story but... its usefull."

"Fine... I should read some for the dorm work too but I just don't feel motivated."

She put her finger up as if having and idea... and then asked him to follow her to a table... so they could both sit next to another.

"How about you try to read it with me nearby and when you l-lose motivation we talk a little?"

"That.... sounds actually nice... alright I will do my best for you then!"

And so they both had a casual good afternoon where Leroy got more further than he did with his mindset before.

Her heart was a little uneasy taking this step... to return to "the scene of the crime"... she did love the library but since her overblot this was the first time she ever stepped back into the this place again... with a heavy feeling of regret... looking at some of the leftover damage she caused previously... as her head hung low... she was still a little weak on her legs... wounds haven't healed fully but enough that she could walk out the infirmary... yet as she turned around a familar face made her smile again.

"Keisuke... its good to see you."

"I... wanted to see you in the infirmary but... you can walk?"

"Lightly... I need a little walk at least."

He offered his arm which she leaned a little against... showing him a weak smile.

"To think how worse I could have destroyed this place... it frightens me."

"I... kinda guessed you would overthink things again so... I brought you something."

Keisuke took out a can Apple grape soda and handed it to her as she met him with a soft smile.

"You really went out of your way to get my favourite?"

"I had time between getting some surplies... but seriously you don't look so good, you should rest back in bed."

She sighed and slightly wrapped a hug around him.

"Thank you so much.... that you still care for me despite seeing me like this... Kei..."

His face was red a little from the sudden affection as he looked away from her.

"Its nothing... now lets get you back to rest."

[dobiemart]

meant to be

pairing, peter ballard, henry creel, or 001 x reader

summary, after wandering out of your room when peter instructed you to wait, you see a side of him that you'd never expect.

or

peter's doll never strays too far from his grasp.

word count, 1.1k

byr, first actual fic or smth like that ahrhagaha

also kinda mad at myself cause the reader barely gets a personality other than saying peters name but ILL DELIVER NEXT TIME I SWEAR

(p.s. if you see a spelling or grammar mistake no tf you didnt.)

warnings, angst(?), pet names, pretty detailed gore, mentions of death, mentions of peters abuse, my goofy ahh writing, peter being too fine for anybody to handle.

you sprinted as fast as you could through the everlasting labs hallway, eventually reaching a storage room and slamming the door shut and fumbling for the lock. peter, being thin but still surely in shape, wasn’t far behind.

“all is forgiven, darling. c’mon. y’know i dont hold grudges for long.” peter taunted while slamming into the door a second after it was closed, barely winded from the chase. as you shuffled against the wooden barricade of the monochromatic room, you blankly remembered how you ended up in this situation.

earlier in the day, he’d asked for you to wait for him in your room. not giving a specific reason. you’d thought he simply wanted to spend time with you during a break he had on a shift. after a while of shifting on your well made bed, you decided to go look for him. it never usually took this long for him to return, so you’d started to worry something had happened with dr. brenner or some of the children in the rainbow room.

as you quickly shuffled out of the room, the sound of the door clicking back into place reverberating on the walls. slowly starting your stroll through the emptiness of the colorless corridors, you realized it was somehow quieter than it usually was. no usual “chit-chatting” went on during shifts other than greetings to other orderlies. none of them were in sight either, bringing your suspension levels to an all time high. picking up your pace, you rushed to the only brightly colored room in the facility and froze immediately in your tracks. the smell of metal slapped your sinuses damn near silly as your gaze finally took in the scene.

the subjected children were splayed across the room, their blood draped in blotches on the walls. the bodies themselves having crimson gapes where their eyes would be. the usual slightly joyful energy of the room turned dark and stuffy. the fear of ending up like the young test subjects clouded your mind. your eyes had flicked from child to child, corner to corner, eventually reaching the cause of this brutal massacre.

there peter stood, bone chillingly calm as he slowly sauntered towards your favorite facilitated child, his back ever so slightly flexing against the white of his crisply ironed uniform. 011 was always a sweet girl. she’d stand near you anytime you’d visit the rainbow room, draw things that would remind her of your usual calm, collected attitude, and sometimes tried to communicate if she could get away with it without the flashing red lights of the camera burning into the back of her head. she looked just as terrified of the man in front of her as you did. the genuine fear in her eyes made your heart fully drop to the pit of your stomach.

peter had interacted with 011 a select amount of times before, as papa didn’t appreciate anybody speaking to his “prized child” if they weren’t himself. always having his soft smile splayed across his rosy lips, fitting in just right with his golden retriever face. they seemingly had some bond to each other in a way nobody else understood. you never questioned why peter would bring up her abilities in random late night conversations, or why he’d favor her over the other children, thinking he’d just taken fondness to the young girl.

she slowly backed away as he hunted towards her, having an obvious advantage with his longer legs. ultimately she’d backed up too far, hitting the two-way mirror. his lengthy monologue he’d been reciting to the girl was muffled in your ears as you mumbled out a “...peter?” so quiet you couldn't even hear yourself say it.

registering your silky, heartwarming voice, his head slowly loomed over over to you, yet his body stayed still. the angle his neck was cranked at looked insanely uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem to notice. “i asked you to wait.” he scolded, too calmly in contrast of the situation. his usual honey coated voice was stolen and replaced by a monotone sounding tone.

“peter.. i- what are you- what’s even..-“ you couldn’t form a stable sentence due to the shock of the situation and the heavy trembling in your voice. you’d never been scared of the friendly orderly you called your boyfriend. he was a lovely man. never aggressive towards the children if it wasn’t time for punishment. he took joy in being around them, taking care of them, and treating them as regular instead of test dummies as much as he could without being punished by papa. even then, he came back to you with a soft, pained smile on his face and open arms.

“you know what happens when we disobey the labs’ rules, darling.” he cut into your shakey sentence, now facing you. those blue eyes that held so much love and adoration were now in resemblance to a spider's dark orbs. dark, mysterious, and completely unreadable. never had they been like that before, and quite frankly, that was the scariest factor of them all.

before any rational response to what he’d said reached your mind, your fight or flight made a decision for you. not wasting a second, you fled, bursting out of the room and running at full speed down the corridor.

you sprinted as fast as he could through the everlasting labs hallway, eventually reaching a storage room and slamming the door shut and fumbling for the lock. peter, being thin but still surely in shape, wasn’t far behind.

“all is forgiven, darling. c’mon. y’know i dont hold grudges for long.” peter taunted while slamming into the door a second after it was closed, barely winded from the chase. as you shuffled against the wooden barricade of the monochromatic room, you folded into yourself, gripping your knees to your chest tightly.

“you know, i’d never hurt you, y/n. those bastards deserved it. keeping us all trapped in here for decades like animals, it’s over now, love. just open the door f’me.” he said with his slight smile. “it’s all okay now, we can finally escape. just you and me as it was meant to be. open the door and we can get out of here.”

his grin was still growing at the thought of leaving this reached prison. he was ready to wisp you away into the real world and show you what the world offered. he only wanted the best for you. for himself. for both of you. and now that 011 granted his powerful abilities to roam free yet again, he’d do exactly that.

AAAAARGAHSVKF THIS TOOK ME A LIL BIT TOO LONG FOR MY LIKING BUT THATS FINE IG

lmk if i should actually start posting my shitty ass mf blurbs i make when im tired or want a stranger things man to plow my shit for 70 minutes in 17 thousand different positions okay GOODNIGHT PALDBEKBD

-cora :)

© dobiemart 2022

[roamwithahungryheart]

This has been sitting in my drafts for days, so I'm posting it!

A drabble inspired by that MuscleTech IG post...

A frustrated screech echoed through the empty house.

It was supposed to be a quick, innocent afternoon scroll through Instagram. Steam billowed from the coffee machine as you filled your cup.

That bastard.

Flipping back and forth through the pictures, you made sure to take screenshots as incriminating evidence of Henry’s betrayal. There he was in all his tall, toned glory, his workout gear like a second skin against the contours of the broad body you knew so well. The hair that had been a mess of fluffy curls this morning was now matted and plastered to his forehead. His skin was dewy and he was visibly out of breath. At the sight of this, so were you.

You quickly sipped your coffee, wincing as you burned your tongue. Setting the cup down on the kitchen counter, you deliberated over sending a text.

No, you were going to call him.

You tapped your foot as the phone rang continuously, expecting it to go straight to voicemail. Then, without giving him a chance to speak as the line connected –

“You said you were at the gym.”

“I said I was working out.”

“Not for an ad campaign! You woke up and chose violence today, Cavill. I hope you’re happy with yourself.”

“You’re mad at me aren’t you?” You could hear his smirk through the phone. “I like it when you’re angry.”

“Oh shut up.” You chided. “You could’ve told me about this, y’know.”

“I could’ve, but I knew how riled up you’d get knowing you couldn’t see me.”

Your chest began to heave, heat spreading through your core. “Just so you know, my vibrator is fully charged, so if you’re not home soon…”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Maybe.” You placed one hand on your waist and slackened your hip. “Either you hop to it or my friend Rabbit will.”

Ending the call, you gulped your coffee and tucked your phone into the pocket of your sweatpants. Heading up to the bedroom, you rifled through the closet as the midday heat intensified, changing into Henry’s Kansas City Chiefs shirt. Stepping out of your sweatpants, you relished the feeling of cool, fresh air on your bare legs. Reaching into the back of the closet, you fumbled for the plain cardboard box nestled between two shoe boxes.

Lips twisted in thought, you tilted the box in your hands. With a click of your tongue, you took hold of the vibrator and positioned yourself comfortably on the king-size bed. The bedroom door opened with a soft click and your gaze snapped from the ceiling to the doorway.

“That won’t be necessary.”

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[leafmint-does-a-meow]

getting angry at the female characters because they “get in the way” of a queer reading of the text without critiquing those same adaptations for forcing them into victimhood is all too common in the Jekyll and Hyde fandom

You have a point there. Honestly my og post was made 'cus I'm just mad that in the decades that the story has been free domain there has never been a recreation made (to my knowledge) where Utterson and Jekyll are romantically involved and that sucks.

ik that's what fanfiction is for but we really out here doing all the work when producers would rather kill off women instead and say 'it's plot'.

I actually really liked the role played by Jackman's wife in the show Jekyll, but the way Moffat fumbled that show's ending means I am incensed every time I think about it. (and even then you have Hyde's therapist thirsting after him...)

I also read the book Mary Reilly and seem to recall being left underwhelmed. I've also read My Dear Henry, which was sweet but kinda read like AO3 fanfiction.

There's definitely a significant issue in the media industry where women are brutalised under the 'shield' of fiction and I feel like the relation between J+H and the Ripper is made use of to abuse that.

Stevenson: so here’s my story. The main character is a lawyer called Utterson, we barely see Jekyll or Hyde and there are barely any women, just vague homosexual undertones.

Every film, musical and show producer: Utterson? Never heard of him. Anyways, here’s a whole recreation exclusively from Jekyll and Hyde’s POV, with female love interests and dead sex workers.

[nanoland]

Hopeless Henry, by TJ Land

the title: Hopeless Henry

the deets: M/M, romance + drama, novella

the blurb:

Henry, the village carpenter, keeps to himself. Having lived in the small rural village of Charlestown all his life, he’s garnered a reputation for being honourable, hard-working, and quiet. No wife; few friends. Not one to make a fuss. The ideal neighbour. 

For which reason the rest of the village is willingly to overlook the fact that he’s involved in a torrid love affair with another man and leading a low-key war against the local church.

Then, one day, a catastrophe occurs. The village’s slow-paced existence is thrown into chaos. And Henry finds himself on the short list of people able to help make things right.

the link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B087M7JQMJ

the extract:

The mayor’s was the only house in the village with a proper garden.

The baker had a single fig tree and the mad widow had a bare stretch of earth in which nothing but weeds would grow, but the mayor’s garden boasted eight rows of marigolds, each with its own separate and meticulously maintained bed, and a plump red rose bush squatting by the front door.

The mayor’s was also the only house with an actual bell for visitors to ring, and when Henry rang it, Vincent appeared at the door.

“What’s this? Another one?” he snapped.

“No, this is about the same one,” said Henry. “I need to speak to the mayor.”

Idly, Vincent picked at a spot below his lower lip. “Don’t think she needs to speak to you. And she’s busy today.”

“Busy? Come off it, Vincent, we both know she doesn’t actually do anything,” Henry snapped, for the day was growing long and his arms ached wretchedly.

Vincent’s right eye narrowed. “That sounds very much like slander, Mister Adage. Slander and insubordination.”

“Insubordination’s only a crime in the army, Vincent.”

Henry wasn’t entirely certain that was the case, granted, but he did know Vincent often fumbled words in his attempts to sound clever.

the cover: 

[everwitch-magiks]

Controlled Experiment / Try Me On For Size

@clottedcreamfudge and myself gifted a pair of fics for bleedingballroomfloor on her birthday! Controlled Experiment by clottedcreamfudge

Basically, what it boils down to is this; Alex is mostly sober when he says - to a group of people he barely knows - "Yeah, I might be a little queer, but who knows? I'd kinda like to experiment though, y'know?" This statement, which is actually something he's thought about a lot, is met by general bobbing of heads, in the kind of bros-trying-to-be-chill way that usually happens when a bunch of straight guys are trying very hard to be non-toxic. That is to say, it's kind of awkward, but they get mad props for trying. The only person who isn't nodding is Henry, Pez's best friend and the only known gay man in this circle of people. Alex has no clue about the others, but he knows Henry's gay because Pez once introduced him as, "the most handsome man in all of Christendom — and before you ask, no we've never shagged, which is a damn shame. Not for lack of trying on my part, of course, but Henry's one of those gays who thinks it's bad manners to get drunk and have an inadvisable fumble with your best friend for larks.”

Try Me On For Size by everwitch

"Yeah, I might be a little queer, but who knows? I'd kinda like to experiment though, y'know?" Henry’s carefully orchestrated nonchalance melts away in an instant. He’d been about to do what he always does at these shindigs when the topic of hypothetical queerness is brought up; come out. In this strange little pocket of humanity — this full-volume version of reality filled with red solo cups and many a youth exploring their sexuality — making his preferences known has always been Henry’s most successful first step on his path towards getting laid. And Henry does, truly, want to get laid tonight; he didn’t spend well over fifteen minutes on his hair for bloody Instagram clout. His discreet but unmistakable rainbow wristband isn’t meant to signify allyship. The thing is, though, that Henry’s personal gay agenda for the night may just have taken an interesting turn; Alex wants to experiment. *** In which Alex does experiment, and Henry is a most willing participant.

[erensangel444]

focus, spence

spencer reid x reader

EEK! i’m excited for this one, turn it up!😫this is my first ever spencer reid fic, so i hope this is okay! i love criminal minds, and reid is baby so i thought why not?

this fic is spencer x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

this fic has been proofread, but if i missed something just let me know!!!

a/n: this is probably the dirtiest fic i’ve written, so proceed with caution LMAO. cue the tik tok sound: i like to be fucked like a sluttt😁....okay i’m gonna stop now.

warnings: explicit language(most of my fics do contain language), sub!spencer, dom!reader, creampie(not explicitly detailed), overstimulation, oral(male receiving), unprotected sex(wrap it up!).

word count: 1.5k

summary: you come home to spencer eagerly describing how you should start a garden, yet you find yourself eager for something more.

spencer reid was, at times, the most complex person ever, but in this moment, he’d been dumbed down to soft moans and shaky words. “what happened to the book, spence?” you moaned as you continued to grind on his cock, “thought i told you to keep reading,”. spencer threw his head back at your words and at the pleasure he was receiving, lifting the book closer to his eyes, his glasses falling further down the bridge of his nose. you noted the light blush that had occupied his cheeks now that you were above him, and the way his mouth remained slightly agape, soft whimpers flowing out of it. 

you had come home to spencer reading walden by henry david thoreau, and as he noticed your presence he began to ramble on about why you needed to start a mini-garden on your shared apartment terrace. though your heart did flips at his adorable eagerness, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering further. 

the way his hands moved along with each of his words to fully enunciate them, your mind flicking to images of his fingers plunging in and out of you. his lips moving so quickly, tongue slipping out every once in a while due to the speed of his words, more dirty images flashing across your mind. 

not being able to take it anymore, you pushed spencer down on to the couch, his ramble quickly coming to an end as he peered up at you, brown eyes wide and pupils dilated. “why don’t you tell me your plan for our garden while i ride your cock?” you rasped out, spencer visibly gulping at your sentence. “uh, um..” “spit it out spence,” “yes please! please...want it,” spencer whimpered. 

you unbuckled spencer’s pants, tapping the side of his hip for him to lift up so that you could pull them down his legs. you began to palm spencer through his boxers, spencer letting out a soft moan at the sensation, “fuck, need it please!” spencer pleaded. you smiled up at him, reaching for the hem of his boxers, but before you could tap his hip for him to lift up, spencer’s hips were already raised off of the couch. 

you grinned at that, peeling spencer’s boxers off of his legs, now facing his cock. it looked almost painful, how hard he was. you lightly circled your finger on the tip, spencer whimpering loudly. “grab the book spence,” you ordered. “huh?” spencer spoke, confused, but also slowly becoming lost in the slight pleasure you were giving him, truly trying to hold himself back from thrusting his hips up for more. “did i stutter,” you spoke sternly, looking up at spencer, moving your tongue down to the base of his cock to lick a stripe up his length. 

spencer moaned, hands fumbling for the hard-covered book. “now why’d this book have you so set on starting a garden? you’ve got to provide some evidence, pretty boy,” you spoke, as your hand lightly jerked spencer’s cock. spencer racked his brain more than usual, his thoughts becoming hazy from the pleasure as he tried to recall what pages he had read. he flipped through the book as your mouth suckled on his tip, spencer moaning for a moment as he flipped to the page he had remembered. “th-this is the result of my experience in raising beans,” spencer began reading.

spencer groaned as your began to bob your mouth up and down his cock, pausing his reading for a moment as he moaned at the feeling. “fuck,” the word sounding so foreign coming out of spencer’s mouth, “loo-look so pretty,” he groaned, and instead of voicing out a response calling him the pretty one, you began to suck more eagerly at the compliment. you tapped his thigh to signal for him to keep reading as he moaned, picking the book back up. 

“but abo-above all,” spencer’s words were shakier than before, his breaths becoming more shallow, “harvest as early as-shit!..possible,” spencer couldn’t contain it anymore, moans falling out of his lips with ease, as he attempted to thrust into your mouth. “fuck! fuck! i’m gonna cum please,” spencer moaned. you jerked your hand quicker at his words, focusing your tongue on the tip of his cock, as spencer’s whimpers grew in volume, and finally, with a loud moan, his cum flooded your throat. 

you jerked his cock leisurely until you felt you had fully milked him for all he was worth, pulling away and sticking out your tongue to show him the cum you held in your mouth. spencer groaned at the sight as you swallowed his cum, not enjoying the taste, but not hating it either. “fuck that was so good,” spencer said softly.

“who said we were done?” you grinned at spencer, as his mouth fell agape, “but-but i can’t,” “sure you can spence, look your cock is still hard, that’s an issue we’re gonna have to solve yeah?” “but i-i just came, i don’t know if i can- it’s not,” you cut him off, your hand turning his face so that his eyes met yours. 

“let’s pause for a moment, yeah?” you spoke softly, pausing the scene you had dived into. “if you really don’t think you can, tell me. i won’t be mad. and if at any moment you can’t take anymore, tell me and i’ll stop like this-” you snapped. “but if you think you can be a good boy, and take one more, tell me.” you rubbed your thumb against his hot cheek as he looked at you so innocently. 

“i-i can take it,” he whispered. “are you sure, i’m okay either way, i want this to be good for you,” you smiled at him. “i want it. ple-please i need it,” spencer whimpered. 

you grinned at him, pulling his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. “god, such a good boy,” you spoke, your words fluttering as you lowered your entrance down onto his cock. spencer’s moans were louder than before, his facial expressions so lewd at the incomprehensible pleasure he was receiving. “oh my! fuck!” he moaned as you began to grind on his cock.

“what happened to the book, spence?” you moaned as you continued to grind on his cock, “thought i told you to keep reading,”. spencer threw his head back at your words and at the pleasure he was receiving, lifting the book closer to his eyes, his glasses falling further down the bridge of his nose. you noted the light blush that had occupied his cheeks now that you were above him, and the way his mouth remained slightly agape, soft whimpers flowing out of it. 

not even a second later, spencer’s hand fell back down onto the couch, the book along with it. “fuck i-i can’t read anymore! just need- just need to cum!”, groans and moans flying from spencer’s mouth. “yeah? gonna be a good boy and cum for me? god i’m so close spence,” you spoke. spencer took your words as initiative, his hands flying to your hips as he rocked you back and forth on his cock. your own moans growing in volume as you locked onto spencer’s lips, tongues slotting against the other’s. 

“fuck i’m gonna cum spence!” “please cum, please!” spencer begged, not sure how much longer he could hold on. your walls convulsed at spencer’s words, the wave of your orgasm washing over you as you creamed all over spencer’s cock. spencer moaned “ah! ah! ah!” in succession, each moan growing louder until he came, the warmth spreading inside of your walls, “fuck!” spencer all but screamed.

you both sat, spencer’s cock still inside of you, your head resting on his shoulder. “so we should definitely start a garden,” you smiled at him. spencer’s smile genuine at your words, his expression soft as he recovered from the two orgasms he had. “let me go get you some water,” you spoke softly as you lifted yourself off of his spencer’s cock, wincing at the slight burn.

you walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet, pouring water from the tap into the cup, as his cum began to slowly leak down your legs. “here you go,” you spoke softly as you sat down next to spencer who was still trying to steady his breathing. you rubbed his chest softly, comforting him as he drank his water. “let’s get you in the bath yeah?” spencer nodded as you grabbed his hand leading him to the bathroom. 

you turned on the bath water, grabbing a lavender bath bomb from under your sink cabinet. you sat the bath bomb on the side of the tub, walking over the toilet to go through your after-sex routine.

there you sat in the bath, spencer in between your legs as you traced your fingernails across his shoulder blades. “so what do you wanna grow first? i was thinking bell peppers,” spencer turned around, smiling up at you as he nodded enthusiastically. 

fin 

i hope you guys enjoyed! this is my first spencer reid x reader fic, so i hope it’s okay! i just planted a few shrubs and vegetables myself so i felt this was fitting. i appreciate all the love on my previous fics, thank you guys so much! drink some water, remind yourself that you are enough and you are worthy.  

thank you for reading, have a good day! 

[semperanneboleyn]

  The world can understand well enough the process of perishing for unrequited love; perhaps few persons can enter into that going mad from a heart's solitary confinement. One may see the long-buried prisoner disinterred - the lovesick a maniac, an idiot; how Anne's senses once left her, how her desires, first inflamed, underwent namely agony. It is a subject too intricate for a simpleton's examination, too abstract for mass comprehension. When the world was younger than it is now, and moral trials were a deep mystery still; then perhaps, in a land far from theirs, there would have laid one, to soothe and comprehend all she felt, for Thomas Wyatt. His lashes were as dark as they were long, and they softened Ann with the penciling orbs they one guarded. Thomas knew Anne in her naked truth; he knew all her faults, and gladly took her home.Few were afforded love in their lifetime; fewer yet, could attest to having endured the sin of being loved then unloved - to being awarded the favour, of the one who had slipped away. Anne's love for Thomas Wyatt had been a war; the god damn fight of her life, and he started it. 

In the very beginning, before she had penetrated his motives, that un-comprehended sneer of Thomas' had made her heart and ache; by and by it would soon be suited to only warm the blood in her veins - his every action, sent added throbbing to her most domestic of body parts. . Whatever powers she possessed, divinely feminine or otherwise, would be deployed in her ambitious wish; his heart. Such endeavours had cost Anne previously; combat with Henry, was sharp for a time. She had been appalled to have lost his affection; he treated her so strangely. In his most unjust moments, Henry would insinuate she had deceived him; as if it was she, and not he, who feigned a false incapacity. And so Anne prayed her Thomas would never turn round suddenly, and accuse her of the most far-fetched and impossible transgressions; his affection was so sweet and dear, utterly incomparable. Half-quivering, half-mewling, Anne's knees sunk into the satin bedsheets; how handsome Thomas looked - purpose and his manhood, were roused fully. 

His hot kisses upon her neck were to at once, attract and enchain, to subdue and excite Anne; warm, retiring joy, was expressed in her animated visage. Her fingers, graceful in their aspects, exchanged passions across the broad, smooth, half-linen clad expanse of Thomas' back; he did not conquer her, merely to gain his mainly honour - power slept softly in his eyes. He retained the same youth and beauty of years past; when all endeavours to satisfy herself to his image, did not suffice. "I am as fond of your mind as I am your hands; your tongue, being a well used vehicle for each of your many talents. Do you doubt, I shall soon move you to make zealous proclamations - perhaps those regarding the triumphant nature, of the much fabled Boleyn womanhood?" His hair, so dark with a sunny sheen; romantic eyes that flashed love, his lips menacing beautifully, phrases of hot passion. She kissed him again, to observe the colouring of his cheek - and for every kiss, he would see how important she was. "You shall serve your punishment, Sir Wyatt, as her majesty's pleasure." Besotted and accustomed to his ways, Anne instructed her ladies to loosen her ties should her husband be in bed; better to later, have little to fumble with in a frenzied state. Not a blushing bride, nor a ghastly, matronly nun; Anne, flushed, bared before her husband, was something else entirely. 

Before, many moons ago, perhaps Thomas would’ve gladly considered himself a version of Adonis prancing through the fields of Elysium whenever Aphrodite thought to leave him by the wayside — quite like his relationship with his the great grandeur of Anne Boleyn, he would wait till called or visited upon, then launch himself to his lover in ways kept to the wilderness of a heathen imagination. Perhaps that was how he had survived the incoming years, but then, hadn’t he loved at least his lover who had blessed him with three children, if only to know them for varying lengths of time? Darrell had been understanding, or so, that he had thought — but were those moments merely spent to wait upon the arrival of his dear Anne? Was love as fickle as such a thought? He may have to find a moment to muse upon it when Anne was in some meeting or in the bathing rooms, leaving Thomas to act the scribe to his various wanderings that surrounded the long-standing and passionate love affair that had only since been consummated in more recent, tender years.

With his arm outstretched, he went to coax his wife forward with one crook of his finger, with her skirts upon his lap in a few easy movements that allowed him to embrace her with the same passion he would’ve taken as a younger man still free from the rumour of reputation or rumblings of treachery. If he had taken her back then, however, when visiting Hever with his father or going to her own patriarch with a letter in hand, there wouldn’t have been any chance of their survival. How long would it have taken for him to propose a pre-contract of matrimony to a woman like her? It would’ve taken minutes within one hour to have it all arranged before he made furious love to her with the Spanish mare on the throne instead. But she would have always seen her place upon the throne, with her whispers and ambition woven through the very fabric that made up the English court — and then, what? In this life they had been saved from the executioner’s block by the stubbornness of Boleyn horns, but if they had known one another carnally before, then they would’ve had no chance.

Alone with his wife, Thomas took her into his arms, his touch cascading down her back to loosen the ties that bound her skin in rich velvet and imported silks, his hands yet roaming as if he were still sailing towards some distant land yet unknown — his eyes greedy with desire as he kissed over her swan neck with the same vigour used before (well, perhaps if he had known the pleasure in knowing Anne so intimately he would’ve risked his head for her cunt, but that was for another time). “Of our love? Ah, do not tell me, you want for my words rather than my touch,” he teased, caring not for the servants who rushed from the room with unfinished linens or armfuls of firewood to be placed upon the hearth. “For I must disobey your wish, my most precious lover — undo your bonnet and skirts for me, and I would have you see stars,” Thomas wooed, his tongue slipping between his lips, his eyes darker than the night sky as the rest of the world remained around them in slow, sodden movements.

[bitches-who-write]

HeadCannons about the Bowers gang with reader during an apocalypse? Doesn’t have to be a zombie apocalypse, just an apocalypse lol

So this request is written as headcanons but follows a story, that’s why it’s so long lol.  Hope you all enjoy this!

Z End:

So in layman’s terms… you’re all  screwed.  An apoclypse?  Yeah, hate to say it but the Bower's Gang isn't your best option of survival... or are they?...

As if the world couldn’t get anymore fucked, now there have been reports of a possible attack.

You were at the grocery store when you heard the news. Chaos erupting around you.

Some of the townspeople brushed it off as yet another conspiracy theory, while the majority of people took the threats seriously and fleeted town.

What did they mean attack?  Was it nuclear?  Alien?  Zombie? You were so freaked out.

You tried to call your family but couldn’t reach anyone. Your phone suddenly goes quiet as you realize you now have a dead battery. It's almost as if something just drained the battery completely.

People begin pushing and shoving, grabbing as much food as possible and speeding off.

Shit, shit, shit, you thought to yourself ; hands shaking  as you fumble to fill several bags with canned food and drinks.

As you sprint down the street you look up towards the sky. Although it’s the middle of the afternoon, ominous clouds begin to cover the sky.

But nothing like you’ve ever seen before.  This wasn’t just some rain strom rolling in.

The wind picks up, practically pushing you forward  as the temperature drops drastically. You put up your hood and try to keep up your fast pace.

You cut down an alleyway and go to run across the street in the direction of home, but your hood blocks your peripheral vision.

You hear tires screech and a familiar voice yell out, “What the fuck is wrong with you?! You fuckin’ piece of shit!”

Laying in the fetal position with your  hands defensively blocking your tear-filled face, you squeeze your eyes shut tightly. Your grocery bags sprawled out around you with some bottles of water rolling away.

When you finally open your eyes, you see a fuming mad Henry Bowers leaning out the window of Belch’s car, which is now sideways from his attempts to not hit you.

Vic bounces his leg impatiently, “come on guys, we gotta go NOW!”

You hear a roar of what sounded like thunder but amplified by 100.

It makes you jump as you all quickly look up at the sky.

“Move the fuck out of our way, Y/N!” Henry spat.

“W-wait! Take me with you!!!”

Belch looks at Henry for a moment but Vic frantically shouts. “WE’RE WASTING TIME! Get her in the car man.”

“Yeah, she has food! Plus, she’s got a hot body.” Patrick lips his lips, looking down at you from his place in the car.

Henry doesn’t even bother to get out in order to let you in the back. He just pulls you into the car and onto him.

The way Belch floors it makes you stumble and fall into Henry’s lap even more. Your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

“Now get in the fuckin’ back!”

You clumsily crawl over the center console and into the backseat where Vic and Patrick were.

Patrick smirks as he grabs your upper arm, helping you in the back.

Henry checks out your ass as you're bent over trying to crawl in the backseat.

Vic looks so frantic while Patrick looks unfazed.  More amused and turned on by you than anything.

You glance up at the rearview mirror to see a stoic expression on Belch’s face as he speeds and takes shap turns while Henry still looks like a ticking time bomb of anger.

“G-guys- w-where are we going? What’s happening?!?”

Patrick goes to speak up but Belch interrupts him. “Don’t tell her anything, she’s already shaken up enough.”

“Tell me what? You pushed, demanding to know.

Patrick pulls out the cans of food you got from the store frowning, “Ew, fuckin’ canned peas? String beans?”  he scoffs. “Thought you would’ve gotten better shit considering we’re all gonna die.”  Patrick begins  to laugh, finding so much amusement in this situation.

Tears fill your eyes and you begin to shake. Vic attempts to calm you down by awkwardly putting an arm around you.

In a soft voice he says, “Look, we’ll explain everything to you soon.  Right now let's just get to where we’re going.”

After driving another 10 minutes, Belch whips the wheel, turning into the woods.

You get out of the car and watch cautiously in confusion as Henry lifts open two wooden hatch door in the ground, revealing broken concrete steps leading to what looks like a bunker.

You all file in, one after the other. Belch was the last to enter so he placed  2 metal bars across the hatch doors to barricade it shut.

Patrick takes out his trusty lighter and hairspray and illuminates the path until he begins to light candles.

Henry turns on all the lanterns in the meantime.

“W-what is this place?” You ask anxiously as you look around, practically hugging yourself to keep yourself small.

It's filled with posters of cars, and half naked girls.

There's booze. cigarettes, magazines, a radio and a dark board down there.

It looks kinda like a makeshift hangout.. but in the middle of the woods... and under grown~ Yeah.. that raises suspicion considering who it belongs to.. but whatever at least it's shelter for now.

Patrick smirks, his voice low and taunting. “It’s our own little place, sweetheart.  Let's just say, we get away with a lot down here.”  He laughs like a maniac, making the others smirk and sneer at your nervousness.

You look shly at Vic with pleading eyes. “Please, just tell me what’s going on.”

You hear another wave of that ominous rumbling from the sky but this time, it sounded almost as if a plane was crashing out of the sky!

The entire floor rumbles and shakes as you hear an explosion outside. Belch’s eyes widened. “MY-  MY CAR!”

Patrick laughs hysterically, “ha ha, dude, that’s amazing!” He goes to give a high-five to Henry who laughs but smacks him in the forehead instead as he keeps walking by.

“Okay, Y/N.  Listen to me carefully now.” Vic says, sitting across from you but leaning in so he’s mere inches from you.

We're under attack… I’ve read so many books on this beofore.  The day has finally come.  This is an apocalypse.”

Your eyes tear up as you shake your head no, thinking about your family.

“We.. we need to go then! Find help! Or, help others! in need of shelter!”

Vic used both his hands to harshly grab your cheeks so you stop moving and have no choice but to look into his eyes.

“Don’t you get it, Y/N?! You can’t leave here!”  He sighs, softening his grip and lowering his voice when he sees you cry more.

“An attack means fallout. You heard that explosion a minute ago? That means the air above ground is contaminated now.  The proximity of the explosion was right above us… that means we’re in a hot zone... which means...it could be at least a year before we can surface again.” Vic emphasizes.

The other guys stopped their goofing off and actually looked serious now as they listened to Vic, too. But that doesn't last long.

“Pshhh fuck that! There’s no way I’m wasting a year of my life in this shithole of a bunker.” Henry scoffs, looking annoyed once again.

“Henry is right!” you gulp nervously. “Y-you don’t know for sure, Vic.  Maybe there’s still people out there!”

Vic sighs; starting to get upset himself now. He stands up and shouts, “Everyone outside of here is dead!”

You begin to sob loudly, Patrick imitating your crying, making the room even louder.

Belch covers his ears in annoyance. “Shut the fuck up, both of you before I kill you myself.”

As the evening goes on, you all become hungry. You take out the canned food that you grabbed in a hurry from the store.

“Well…. You guys can eat that shit but I know what I’ll be eating, instead.”  Patrick says with a shit eatin grin on his face as he rasies his eyebrows up and down at you.

“Gross, someone keep him away from me.”  You roll your eyes and sit on the opposite side of the table.

Henry takes a few bits of food before pounding his fists down on the table and giving you a hateful glare. “GOD DAMNIT, Y/N! You just had to get the shittiest food out there, huh?  We should have just left your ass on the street. Or better yet, let Belch run you over."

You are filled with anger but also want to cry at the same time.  You were an emotional wreck. Great, you think to yourself.  There’s an apocalypse and I’m  stuck with the fucking Bower’s Gang of all people.

Henry get’s up and makes his way to the hatch doors, Patrick right behind him.

“Where are you going?? Didn’t you hear a word I said earlier? No one can leave, you’ll die if you do!” Vic shouts.

“oH CaLm DoWn” Patrick jeers sarcastically. “It’ll be fine Vicky boy!  Let the real men here do some exploring.”  Patrick winks at Vic, then licks his lips looking at you as he shoulder bumps past you both

Henry dislodges the door, taking one metal pole as a weapon for him and giving the other to Patrick.

“Fine but if you two leave, you’re not allowed back!  You’ll contaminate us all!” Vic retorts, looking apprehensive.

Patrick giggles, still looking directly at you. “I want to contaminate her with my~”

“Shut the fuck up, Patrick!” You shout, but then hide behind Vic when Patrick makes a fake lunge towards you.

Henry and Patrick take off.  It’s been several hours since they left yet they still haven’t returned. 

Belch looks nervous but finally speaks up.  “I’m going to look for them… yeah, yeah I know, Vic.  Don’t come back, I’ll be ‘contaminated’.”  He says, putting his hands up in mockery as if to say “ooohhh”

With that Belch leaves, taking one of the lanterns with him.  You and Vic decide to get some rest.  There’s really nothing else to do.

When you both woke up the next morning, the other 3 were still missing.  You gulp nervously, looking at Vic with sorrow knowing he just lost his friends.

Friends who were more like dumb-ass brothers to him.

Well, turns out Vic was right… The apocalypse is real. It’s just a matter of time until you find out exactly what type of  apocalypse  you’re dealing with though.

With that, the lights flicker and bunker shakes again as another explosion can be heard from above ground. 

You cling onto Vic's arm tightly, thankful it’s him you’re stuck with and not Henry, or especially Patrick.

Pshh, if this was Patrick, he would try to convince you that you two need to re-populate the world.

You can just imagine that teasing grin and playful voice saying, “Come on, princess it’s your  God-bearing gift. Time to spread those legs now."

Yup,  you were more than thankful for Vic right about now.