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littlefreya · 3 years

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Henry's reaction to finding out GF's house is haunted.

Summary: Henry’s friend invites him over to watch a horror film on Halloween, problem is he is madly in love with her.

Pairings: Henry Cavill x Unamed OFC (3rd person, no description)

Warnings: RPF, fluff, romantic goo, friends to lovers or rather idiots to lovers, brief mentions of alcohol and Henry’s green hoodie p0rn.

Words: 1.6K

A/N: So I had to take it to the “friends to lovers” lane, also I will need all the fluff after what I am about to post tomorrow :|! Divider by @firefly-graphics. Beta’d by my beautiful @agniavateira . Also FYI my house is totally haunted.

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Haunted Houses

All Hallow's Eve was Henry’s favourite time of the year. The spicy autumn air was thickly shrouded by magic. Spooky tales and plastic spiders inhabited drapes of thin cotton tendrils and fat pumpkins carved with scary faces would sit on his doorstep to welcome him home or bid him farewell on his way out.

Per tradition, he would rally close friends at midnight for a horror flick and pineapple-anchovy pizza; often a bottle of rum would be added to the party. However, this Halloween fell on a bittersweet period, as his friends grew too old for said spooky gatherings. Starting new families of their own, they had no time to indulge him.

All save for her, who just like him was still somehow single.

How bad would it be to spend the evening just the two of them... alone? Ignoring the fact that it was enough to see her name flicker on the screen of his phone for pure warmth to enkindle in his chest. He thought about her often before he fell asleep and when he woke up; and by often, he meant every single day since he met her.

Though she didn’t think much of him as anything other than a friend she loved to banter with - he presumed. And of course she loved Kal, possibly more than she cared for him. Yet, Henry did what he did best: bury his emotions into a little pit he dug in the graveyard of his mind.

"Heh!” Henry croaked as the door opened. His sapphires ensnared the veils of black that cloaked her, preserving the sight of silk laces tied tightly at her torso in what seemed like a gothic medieval gown.

“I see you took off your costume for the evening."

She narrowed her eyes but only to observe his attire carefully: that same green hoodie and a pair of worn jeans that complimented his… asset.

She wanted to etch her fingers around the thick fabric and have a whiff of this hoodie, or perhaps just steal it and wear it forever and a day.

"First of all, it is called The Witching Hour so I must dress properly. Secondly - where is your costume, Cavill?" she crossed her arms together, looking rather displeased.

“I’m dressed as a homicidal maniac, we look like everybody else does.”

Snorting, she tilted her head, unimpressed. “You totally just stole this joke from Wednesday Addams.”

Henry shrugged and pressed his lips to a thin line. One of his foolish expressive gestures. It made her feel less nervous to which she was thankful. When she suggested they’d hang out despite them being the only two, she didn’t think much of the consequences of being all alone with the man who inhabited her mind and never paid rent. Everything about Henry made her feverish, but it was always easy when others accompanied them. The awkward anxiety of having to entertain him wasn’t her job, not up till now…

Oh, god! What if they had nothing to talk about? What if their playful chemistry was always influenced by the presence of other people?

Beads of sweat began to form below her breasts when Henry shoved a bottle of rum into her hand and then leaned in to steal a casual kiss from her cheek. She smiled with a friendly huff in return, stifling the shiver that coursed through her muscles while he welcomed himself into her home.

Striding forward, he peered at the Halloween decorations she hung across the walls and inhaled deeply - the scent of maple and buttery chestnuts filled the cosy little house, a scent that he could easily get intoxicated with.

It was what she smelled like and here he was, drowning in its excess.

After a quick observation, he turned to look at her, holding his hands clasped behind his back. She smiled awkwardly in return and then averted her gaze, becoming fascinated by the bottle he brought.

‘There it is,’ Henry mused, ‘that embarrassing silence, there is so much to tell her, but she probably… no! She definitely finds me boring.’

This Halloween celebration would probably be the last and it was all sorts of disastrous.

Trying to overcome the silence, he cleared his throat and reached a hand to scratch his curly mane. “So what movie are we watching?”

“Movie?” she asked confused and then quickly corrected, “Oh yes, umm... The Exorcist.”

“Good, love me some green vomit.” his eyes followed carefully as she waltzed into the small open kitchen, placing the rum on the counter and then returning with a large bowl that made his nostrils flare.

“Green vomit goes extremely well with caramelised popcorn,” she suggested and popped a golden flake of popcorn into her mouth.

“Sweet-salty popcorn? I love you!” Henry groaned and snatched the bowl right away. It was only when his mouth was stuffed that he realised what words he just used.

But she didn’t seem to react, thankfully. Instead, she brushed a hand over her many skirts and pointed toward the living room.

Hugging the bowl, Henry strode behind her, entering the dimly lit living room. The traditional pizza was already laid on the wooden coffee table, along with a few bottles of Guinness.

Her couch was small, only fit for a couple. And Henry, being a hulking man, took most of the space. Their thighs immediately ground into one another’s, yet they both pretended as if they hadn't noticed the hot tingle running beneath the layers of clothing.

“I have to warn you about something,” she uttered, hoping that the tremor she suddenly felt in her body was not visible to him.

Henry crooked his eyebrow, looking at the ominous glare she offered.

“My house is totally haunted.”

Not waiting for his answer, she grabbed the remote and pressed play. Henry chuckled at her silly joke, waiting for her to break character but she only peered at the screen.

“Nice try, I am not scared of that stuff.” He shifted in his seat slightly, lifting his lengthy arm and spreading it on the headrest right behind her. Immediately, he regretted this semi-possessive masculine gesture, but it was too late to pull it away.

Her instincts screamed to snuggle into him yet she held back. “Don’t believe me, but I am not making this up,” she insisted, “Every night around 3 am, I hear scratching from within the walls and these thuds from the ceiling, and then one night… I woke up the door creaking.”

Henry glanced at her quietly for a long moment, watching the reflection from the screen gyrating over her glossy irises and then snorted. He leaned toward the coffee table and grabbed two beers, uncorking them with the help of his pinky ring and then offering her one of the bottles.

“I think you have rats.”

“Rats who make heavy thuds and open bedroom doors?”

“Yup, a big fat randy rat.” he teased. “We’ll take a look at your bedroom later, but I promise you, there are no such things as ghosts.”

‘We’ll take a look in your bedroom? Great…’ He berated himself. At this point, he just wanted to sigh and shake his head.

She peered at him oddly, her throat clenching a tad before she turned her head back to the movie with a mumble, “It’s not a ghost, it’s a demon.”

Within a few minutes they grew quiet, deciding to focus on the movie with the occasional dry jokes and bad puns from Henry as an attempt to overcome his anxiety. Outside the window, thunder rumbled in the distance and shy raindrops lightly kissed the glass, tinted with the many vague shades of lights coming from the street.

Now and then, Henry shifted in his seat, his meaty thigh further grinding into her leg which stirred her blood to the point of electric spasms. She lightly pushed against him, pretending it’s by accident when truthfully, she wanted to exploit every second of being in his proximity. Had she any guts, she would turn to kiss him, but the thought alone made her heart clench in fear.

She threw him a glance, and their eyes met. Henry offered a kind grin, avoiding staring at her lips. She smiled back coyly, her heartbeat accelerating with anticipation when the possessed girl in the movie made a horrifying groan that ruined the moment.

And then the room suddenly was swallowed in darkness, followed by a strong clap of thunder that tore open the sky.

In the scant moment of chaos, he heard a scream and then the light came back as if nothing happened, aside from the fact that she was now in his arms, with her legs straddling his waist, and her fingers clutching the collar of his hoodie.

Henry was unsure how and when his hand found itself latched to the small of her back, only that he didn’t want to let go. They exchanged bemused glances and swallowed the dryness parching their throats.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered hoarsely, “I got scared…”

Embarrassed to the point of tears, she attempted to climb off, wanting nothing more than to run to the bathroom and cry in hiding, when Henry sent a hand to stroke her temple and gently brushed his fingers behind her ear.

“Stay,” he insisted, squeezing into her lower back as if to prevent her from escaping.

Her lips parted slowly, the same golden hue that suffused the living room split into her eyes, beaming even brighter as he continued to caress her face before bringing her closer to graze her lips with his.

Halloween was, without a doubt, his favourite.

Tagging: @the-soot-sprite @henrythickcavill because they asked to be tagged in these. <3

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hoglady · 3 years

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Drunk in love

Okay so here is another piece of my imagination. Hope you all like it!

Warnings: none, fluff, alcohol behavior

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Henry was sitting in front of his PC and playing Witcher 3. Kal was right next to him, snoring while laying on his back. Henry heard a notification sound and glanced at his phone. It was an Instagram pop-up that you had just posted a new photo. Henry smiled looking at your happy face surrounded by other girls.

You were out at your bff's house for a girls' night. This whole pandemic situation was hard for everybody, so you and your friends decided to meet at each other's apartments at least once a month, provided everybody is healthy and well of course. Additionally, you wanted to show them your special jewelry item that has been placed on your finger not two weeks ago.

Being together all the time has only proved you right that you and Henry are the real deal. Of course, he was away from time to time, but as you had been working from home as your whole company changed into work from home mode, he was the only one you actually interacted with on daily basis.

You have been together for three years now and this last pandemic year did one good thing right - you two have grown as a couple and really get to know each other. As a matter of fact, you've reached that point of your relationship where you fart and burp in each other's company without embarrassment. Yes, Henry farts, he is human after all. Although the first time he accidentally did it, he tried to lay it on the Kal.

So when Henry cooked a really romantic dinner, asked you to wear something classy, and waited for you in the living room in a suit, you figured out his intentions.

You were already drunk at this point of the evening and all the girls were not sober either, so you decided to order your personal uber.

"I am so ready for you Hen"

Henry read the message and smiled - you were drunk and he knew this. He dialed your number.

"Babe does it mean I should go get you?" He asked when you answered.

"Oh Henryyyy *hic* you already got me babeee" you said sweetly, interrupted by a drunken hiccup.

"Y/N, should I pick you up now?" Henry answered trying to sound calm and strict but he was barely holding a laugh. He knew that if you figured out that he is laughing at you, you would not be cooperative at all at this stage.

"Yes honey, I am waiting!" you hang up on him.

Henry chuckled, grabbed his hoodie and car keys and went out. He tried to call you but you didn't answer, so he decided to go up to the apartment.

"Oh Henryyyyy, you're here!" you brighten up when he entered the room. He helped you get dressed and get you down to the car.

"You are so handsome" you blurted out accusingly.

Henry looked at you staring at him with a grimace on your face.

"Does it bother you love?" he asked laughing.

"No *hic*... It's just... *hic* a problem for all those women out there, now *hic* that I've got THIS" you almost hit him in his face while showing your engagement ring.

"Mhhmm it's also other men's problem, knowing that you're mine" Henry took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

"Hen, do you know what I *hic* always wanted to doooo... *hic*" you laid your hand on his thigh and started to move it up slowly.

"Y/N!.. Please.. I'm trying to drive here" Henry gasped and took your hand off his thigh. You pouted at him and made a grumpy face.

"But I waaant you Hen so bad riiiight *hic* now"

"Oh Y/N, believe me, I want you right now too but I'd rather you remembered all this tomorrow love" he winked at you and squeezed your thigh.

"Okay you're right, Mr. Perfect" you mumbled quietly.

"What's that?" Henry asked.

"I just said that *hic* I love you beaaaar".

"Love you too, Y/n."

You reached your house and Henry helped you to get out of the car. When you entered the house, Kal welcomed you as if you were all gone for a year so you being overwhelmed with alcohol just got to your kneed and started to kiss big bear.

" Baby, let's get you to bed" Henry started to lift you up from the floor.

"But I am talking to our fur baby, do not interrupt" Kal was all over your face licking it and waving his tail.

Henry chuckled again and just lifted you up with no problem and swang you on his shoulder.

"Henryyyy!!!! What are you *hic* doing! The world is upside *hic* down. Ooooh nice butt hahah" you started to pinch Henry's butt laughing.

"Jesus woman just behave or I will do something to you" Henry stated holding a laugh.

"Will you put a baby in me?" you blurted out, already half asleep.

"Well, that's also a thing I would like you to remember tomorrow, so let's talk about this in the morning love" Henry finally out you on the bed, half. asleep. He took off your clothes and wrapped you up in the sheets.

Next morning, you woke up to see a grinning Henry laying next to you with a cup of coffee and staring at you.

"Morning sunshine, how are you feeling?" You waited a while with an answer, examing what damage is done after last night. Besides a light headache and general tiredness, you were feeling surprisingly okay.

"Hmmm I am actually fine, definitely better that I deserve after all that booze" you answered moving closely to Henry as he hugged you with his arm.

"So about last night... You said something in the car.. I doubt that you remember..." he started.

"Oh yes I do remember, Bear. Do you wanna go for a drive later?" you asked with a wink kissing him on the cheek.

"Oh we will go for a drive and later I will give you the other thing you asked" Henry answered and kissed you on the lips.

This was the best hangover day you have ever had.

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cocosstories · 3 years

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Henry Cavill One Shot

ok, i’ve had this idea but i’m illiterate (obviously not but i can’t write for shit). if you’re taking requests and you like the idea, i’d love to see henry taking care of a drunk reader. like maybe they’re friends/neighbors and he finds her struggling to unlock a door. and it’s just like super sweet and fluffy

"Are you sure you can get in by yourself?"

Your friends as as the Uber pulls up in front of your house.

"I got this. Don't worry."

You wave them off, your words slurring heavily as you get out of the car and stumble up towards your front door.

It had been months since you had had a girls night out so when your friends had pitched the idea, you jumped at the chance.

When the day finally came, you took extra time, picking out the perfect outfit, doing your makeup and hair, wanting to look absolutely perfect.

The night started off slow, dinner at a nearby restaurant, you and your friends catching up on eachothers lives while you lined your stomachs for the copious amounts of alcohol you were planning to consume.

Now, hours later, it seems as though the food was nothing more than an aid to the alcohol currently inhabiting what feels like your entire body.

You make it to your front door, only falling on the grass once and begin to feel around in your bag for your keys.

Once you find them, you pull them out and begin to curse as none of them seem to want to go into the lock.

"Need some help there?"

You are startled when you hear a voice off to the side and turn to see your next door neighbor, Henry standing there.

"Key won't work."

You mumble, looking down into your hand to see the keys weren't there anymore.

"Might help if they weren't on the ground."

He laughs and picks them up, finding the correct key before unlocking your front door and helping you in.

"Wow, you're magic."

You say, honestly in awe of the fact that he was able to open your door with ease.

"Don't tell anyone."

He jokes and sets you on your couch, heading to the kitchen for some water.

"Here love, drink this."

Henry hands you the glass and you take a few sips.

"How much did you drink tonight?"

He asks, taking off your heels.

"So much."

You reply, your stomach beginning to turn.

"Uh oh."

You get up and run towards the bathroom, Henry right behind you to help navigate.

"I'll be back alright? Don't move."

Henry says as your head was buried in the toilet.

He runs back to his place, locking everything up and grabbing Kal before returning to your a minute later, not surprised to find you still emptying the contents of your stomach.

"Kal, lay down."

Henry says to the dog and goes back to the bathroom, looking through the cabinets for a bottle of aspirin.

"Oh my god."

You whine, flushing the toilet and sitting back against the tub.

"You think it's all out?"

He asks, lowering himself down next to you.

"I really hope so."

You reply, laying your head against his arm.

"Think you can drink some water and take some aspirin?"

You nod and he gets up to grab your forgotten glass in the living room, making a stop in the kitchen for an ice pack before returning to you.

"Thank you."

You say as he hands you the water and pills.

"Of course. If I hadn't heard you, you would still be trying to get into your house."

He jokes, sitting back next to you, putting the ice back on the back of your neck.

"You think you can make it to bed?"

He asks a while later when he was sure you weren't going to get sick again.

"Mmhmm"

Henry looks over and sees that you are nearly asleep already and carefully gets up then picks you up and carries you to your bed, tucking you in before placing a trash can next to your bed just in case.

He makes his way back to your living room where Kal was sleeping and lays down on the couch, deciding to stay just in case you needed him in the middle of the night.

You wake up late the next day to the smell of food and against your bodies wishes, pull yourself out of bed to see what was going on.

"Henry?"

Henry turns from the stove with a smile.

"Well hi there. How are you feeling?"

He asks and you cringe a bit from the volume of his voice.

"Like my head got run over by a semi truck."

You reply, sitting down at the table as he hands you a fresh cup of coffee.

"Don't take this the wrong way but what are you doing here?"

You ask.

"You don't remember?"

You shake your head.

"I heard you come home last night and came to check on you. You couldn't open the door and I helped you. You got sick and once you went to sleep, I figured I should probably stick around just in case you needed me. Kal and I slept on the couch."

He explains, serving up two plates of food.

"Oh wow. Thank you."

You say, a bit embarrassed.

"No problem love, what are friends for?"

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 4 years

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Be My Baby

Summary: You finally have ‘the talk’ with Henry.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader

Warnings: Age gap, alcohol consumption, extreme fluff

You were more nervous that night than you had ever been in your life. You were finally having the talk with Henry. Or you thought you were going to. The boyfriend/girlfriend, what are we, where do you think we’re going talk. You had planned to go to a brewery that he liked and he’d wanted to show you, which seemed tame enough, and then it would probably end like always - a kiss at the door that would always turn into just a little bit more, no matter how tired he said he was.

“Okay, how do I look? Girlfriend material?” You asked your roommate as you put your earrings in, satisfied with your outfit after literal hours of trying to choose. Henry was just so, Henry - always put together, no matter how long he’d spent on set or how early he’d had to get up. That was one thing that you loved about him. He was honest about being exhausted, but he was always willing to go on whatever adventure you asked him to.

“Definitely,” your roommate giggled. You fixed your hair again until you heard your phone chime and Henry’s text said he was waiting outside. You quickly made your way down to the street and across it, seeing him flash his lights. His window rolled down and he smiled at you. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered for the first time since the last time he’d seen you.

“You look fantastic,” he said as you got in the car. You felt your skin get hot, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell, as you shut the door back. He turned to you and gave you a single sweet kiss, one that only broke as he smiled.

“So do you,” you said. “How was set?”

“I almost died only once,” he replied, holding his hand out. His knuckles were bandaged up, probably from getting cut by a sword.

“Oh my God, Henry!”

“It’s really nothing. The adrenaline just got me and I didn’t hear the c-word, so I didn’t stop.” He laughed at himself, shaking his head. You took his hand and rubbed your thumb over his knuckle, feeling the way he relaxed into your hold.

“Your hands are freezing, too, why don’t you turn your heat on?”

“Because I don’t want to have to charge my car.” You rolled your eyes, but giggled.

“First world problems, Henry. A week ago I wasn’t even sure I could pay for noodles.” That made him laugh, too. You knew he was obscenely rich from his movies and the show he was doing, but it was more of a funny joke between the two of you than anything that he was the rich guy and you were the poor, just out of university student. You’d met at a friend’s wedding a month and a half ago and he’d asked you out right then and there. You just... worked together, even though you weren’t really together. There were a few years between you, yes, and that had worried you at first. And you’d found out from walking in on your roommate watching the Witcher that Henry was an actor - he’d mentioned athletics and his brothers being in the military, so through your first date you assumed he’d done something like that. You didn’t have too much in common, but you found each other’s lives fascinating.

“You should’ve come to my house, I have so much food for one person and I need to stop eating it all.” You took his hand as he drove, your conversation quieting as you listened to the bad 80′s rock that Henry was listening to over the radio. You arrived in just a few minutes and got your drinks, finding a place to sit down. Your dates in the past had always sat across from you, but Henry always wanted to sit beside you. So you took a seat together on one of the couches facing a fire pit and drank, just catching up and talking. You didn’t get to see each other very much during the week except the occasional FaceTime call while he was bored in wardrobe and you weren’t doing anything at work.

The brewery played all 60′s music for some reason, and you weren’t mad. You listened to it a little as you drank, tuning out as Henry relayed one of the fight scenes out to you. You melted into pure giggles and curled slightly into his body when you realized that it was getting colder outside and your pumpkin beer was dwindling. The night was actually somewhat quiet - the fire in front of you burned and the air was slightly chilly and you knew that when you would arrive home that night you would be in a fog.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Henry started as he put his beer down on the little table in front of you, leaning back to then put his arm around your shoulder again.

“Hm?” You sat up a little bit, looking at him. One of his curls had fallen out and was astray on his forehead, and you squeezed your thumb into your fist to avoid pushing it up and possibly making things awkward.

“I like you a lot. A lot.” You grinned.

“I like you too, Henry.” He smiled at you saying his name. That was always a trigger for him - he always, always smiled when you said his name.

“And I know things are kind of complicated because of my job, and yours, but I kind of... don’t really care.” You giggled.

“Don’t care?” You asked, lifting your eyebrows.

“I mean, I don’t care about how complicated it is. I like you and I want to keep doing this. And it sounds incredibly juvenile coming out of my mouth while Be My Baby is playing, but will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, Cavill,” you matched the beam on his face, but you couldn’t quite match the dimples on his cheeks and you couldn’t understand how you got this far with someone so... him. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and let it go, allowing you to put your head on his shoulder.

“You’re okay with, everything, I guess, right? The photos and the...”

“It’ll be weird. But it’s worth you.” He took a pause.

“No one’s ever said that before,” he said as his smile faded. “Everyone’s always put up with it, but nobody’s... said it’s worth it.”

“I would do whatever running challenge you’re constantly talking about if it meant spending time with you, and you know how much I hate running.” His lips turned into a smile again and he put his hand on your thigh, squeezing it.

“You do hate running. But I promise, you could really benefit if you just, once a week...” Your conversation turned to other things but you were still reeling from his question, your insides feeling as if a rainbow had sprouted from your toes.

The brewery eventually closed, but you didn’t want to say goodbye. Neither did he. And you mentioned that you didn’t have to be anywhere the next day, so you went back to his house. You’d been there before, and you’d met his dog before, but it seemed a little different. A little more homey now that you knew that you were truly welcome there.

You took up his offer to borrow a shirt so you could change out of your nicer clothes, and in a few minutes the two of you were curled up on the couch. One of his hands was on you, the other on Kal’s head, as you watched some old movie he’d picked out. You didn’t care what it was, you were just eager to be in his arms.

“You’re gonna fall asleep,” he chuckled as you made yourself comfortable.

“I know. Wake me up when the movie’s over.” He let out a huff and put both of his arms around you, allowing you to fall asleep anyway. He eventually shook you awake.

“I didn’t mean to actually fall asleep.”

“I know. Let’s get you home.” You both sat up and you grabbed your clothes, too tired to really care that you were wearing your own bottoms but his top still, and went back out to his car. He turned the heat on high, toward you, and once again his hand made its way into yours.

“Be safe driving back,” you said as you started to get out of his car. He leaned toward you and kissed you, slowly but sweetly, and broke into a smile again.

“If you’re free tomorrow, you know where to come.” You smiled.

“Oh, you know I will.” You got out and walked into your apartment, trying not to wake your roommate up. The next morning, you awoke with a text from Henry - Hope you slept well! Now give me my shirt back 😉

A/N: I know this is short, but I had the idea and wanted to get it up!

Taglist: I’m starting over with my taglist, so if you’d like to be added send me an ask and I will add you!

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rylanpratt · 2 years

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Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but [ RYLAN PRATT ], a [ 25 ] year-old [ CISFEMALE ] has lived in [ UPPER EAST SIDE, MANHATTAN ] for [ TWENTY FIVE ]. This is the city of dreams and [ SHE ] knows it, because they came to NYC to be an [ MODEL AND ASPIRING MUSICIAN ]. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ ZENDAYA COLEMAN ]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!

[ Depression tw, drugs tw, anxiety tw, eating disorder tw, alcohol tw ]

Money bought you comfort, security, an education, designer clothes as well, but apparently it couldn’t buy you security inside your own mind. If she had to hear the words ‘what do you have to be sad about?” one more time the chances are Rylan Platt would go swinging for whoever’s mouth it had come out of because they were words she’d been hearing all her life. Born on the Upper East Side into a painfully wealthy socialite family had it not been medically impossible she’d have come out of her mother with a golden pacifier in her mouth. She sure as hell had one in it not long after.

Appearances being everything to Olivia and Kennedy Pratt so they naturally sent their daughter to the most prestigious schools, the best after school clubs, and had tutors to make sure she didn’t flunk out and embarrass the family. That was all good and well, but nothing really caught Rylan’s attention until she started playing piano as well as singing when she started high school - it gave her a freedom that she’d craved desperately longer than she’d even been aware herself. Plagued by insecurity her entire life her own mind had been a prison to her but when she closed her eyes to let the music carry her away there was a small rest from that fog.

Her depression had started to develop around the time she hit puberty, fuelled by body image issues that spilled over into other aspects of her life including her own feelings of self worth. Suddenly she would get into such negative self loathing mainframes she would spent days at a time in bed, hiding out from the world, sometimes crying and sometimes just laying there staring at the ceiling. Obviously her parents threw money at the problem, sending her to shrink after shrink who medicated her on and off, but nothing seemed to ever truly work enough to stop the depression from rearing its ugly head every so often. These days she is pretty fast and loose when it comes to taking her medication, as well as going to see her therapist. When she’s feeling good the woman is convinced she doesn’t need one, it’s only when that crippling depression hits her like a school bus that she is in a position where she needs someone to talk to. Only problem is that those are the times, sometimes weeks in succession, where she doesn’t get out of bed. Not particularly helpful when it comes to her career as a model for many high end brands and magazine spreads, the obvious choice of career for a girl plagued by insecurity. The industry was brutal, and more often than not she would end up lower than before in the wake of a shoot.

When she saw that a band was looking for a lead singer on a flier one day walking down Lexington she felt a gravitational pull to audition for the position which lead to her joining their ranks. In fact before she reached out to try and join the girl had googled the other members that already held positions, which was how she came across Kal. The wiry, handsome man caught her attention immediately and it would be a lie to say that didn’t have a big sway in her joining up. Her crush on him would last a whole year before anything actually happened between the two but that didn’t matter to Rylan, just getting to be around him somehow quietened the voices in her head for just a moment. Not needing to get a ‘proper job’ thanks to the comfortable nest egg her parents passed on to her every month and the highly paid advertising campaigns she landed every couple of months as the face of big brands, she could afford to spend her time writing her own music, but never had the confidence to strike out on her own. Not to mention she felt loyal to the group she had joined. The only thing worse than striking out alone and falling down on her face would be to leave them behind for no reason. Not to mention her lack of self belief was standing in her way as per usual.

For the last couple of years Rylan had been on again off again with her boyfriend romantically, but regardless of their situation her feelings towards him never wavered. They were both perfectly matched and utterly toxic at the same time. When they were good they were great, when they were bad? You might want to keep your distance. Still he was her saviour in a lot of ways because around him she could be herself instead of being the pretty little socialite she’d been raised to be. Her jealousy was known to get the better of her at the worst times though, especially when it came to the women Kal danced with at the ballet because in Rylan’s eyes they held talent she could only dream of which was incredibly sexy. Up against them she didn’t stand a chance, it was self sabotage at its finest. The two of them ended up breaking up in the wake of Kal proposing to Rylan on New Year’s eve. Panicked by the level of commitment it involved she said no, literally running from the scene.

Still she was a vibrant young woman who loved to socialise, be out with friends, drink in the culture of New York City, and explore her own creativity through her music and keep up to date with everything fashion. Writing songs for and about friends, family, situations she got herself into, anything that sparked her inspiration. Everything around her. It was only when she was hit with her depression and insecurity that the girl changed into a shell of herself, it could be hard to watch according to people she had talked to about it in the past. The girl was a sweetheart, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have her fair share of people who didn’t like her, often because she felt threatened by them so she would lash out before they got the chance to. Before they could tell her what she thought was the truth - that she wasn’t worthy of many of the things she had - she’d make sure they knew they weren’t either. It wasn’t a healthy way to communicate but it was entirely involuntary. Plagued with the pressures of looking good in front of the camera which overflowed into her eating habits, an addiction to party drugs that had developed into something far more serious, and her need to numb her feelings with alcohol, Rylan was certainly not an easy person to be around sometimes.

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 3 years

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I’ve Got You

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars + Original Character

Collection/Series: N/A

Pairing: Captain Bear (Clone Trooper OC) x Fat/Plus Size Gender Neutral Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: G

Warnings: Reader is a little self-conscious of sitting properly on his lap

Summary: When there aren’t any seats at your table, Bear offers you a place to perch.

Notes: I love one (1) man. This is a short one, it’s technically more of a prompt than a one-shot, but eh!

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Nights out with Bear, Delta, Sunny and Kal have become commonplace for you. It’s how you find yourself at the bar of your regular cantina, the White Lothcat, ordering your group a series of drinks. Some more alcoholic than others. It’s busy tonight, more so than usual. Every seat is filled, every space frequented. It’s a surprise your group managed to get a table at all, but then again, Bear managed to clear a room simply with his presence. Few people wanted to get into a fight with the giant of a man. You suspect his presence is the only reason you have a table at all.

You’re jostled and moved by bumping shoulders as you wait for the bartender to make your drinks. Coruscant’s bars and cantinas were always filled with a diverse group of species, the common and the less so flowed through them like a stream. You could see other groups of clones too, the same familiar face, but with individual differences that made them strangers to you.

A cough reminds you to turn back around, the Devaronian bartender is urging you to hurry up with an impatient look. You hastily pay for the round of drinks and grab the tray, trying to make it back to your table without spilling a drop or being knocked to the ground by someone.

You return to the table with the group's drinks having successfully maneuvered yourself through the crowds without losing the drinks. Passing spotchka to Delta, a Dantooine Ice-twist to Sunny, a Fuzzy Tauntaun to Kal and a simple soda to Bear, who as per usual, was not drinking in favour of looking after his men. He always designated himself as the sober member of the group to make sure everyone got back safe at the end of the night.

You look for a seat at your table only to realise all the spaces are full. With a frown you look around the Cantina hoping to spot a chair you could borrow, but find none as the place was unusually busy. There was barely even a spot to stand in, you’re reminded of this fact as a twi’lek brushes past you, jostling you when his hip collides with your own.

When you look back at your group, Bear is patting his thigh, gesturing for you to just sit there with a small smile and a come hither motion of his fingers. Dimples form at the corners of his mouth and his freckles dance with crinkles that appear around his eyes. You’re hesitant, knowing that you are not small or dainty, that you are in fact rather heavy, but his gesture is insistent and so you perch yourself carefully on the edge of his knee, mindful not to put your whole weight onto his leg. Not wishing to make him uncomfortable and instead sacrifice your own comfort as you awkwardly balance your weight, drink in hand.

It is not comfortable, not because of Bear, but because you are balancing on the very edge of his knee, holding most of your weight in your own legs as to avoid sitting properly or heavily onto him. His thighs are thick and broad, but you perch, barely on him, not having a good seat for your wide hips.

Bear’s hands splayed across your waist, fingers falling between the divots and folds of your side. You are ever so aware of the fact that he can feel every roll and bump in your side as he rests them there. His grip is sure and firm, however, as he pulls you back onto his leg properly, till you're sitting snug against him, hips pressed back into his own and back against his chest. He does not allow you to perch yourself awkwardly for long, ensuring your are sat securely on his thigh.

His breath is warm against your ear as he wraps one arm full around your front, pressing it into your soft stomach comfortably. “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, mesh’la.”

There’s something so utterly exposing and yet comforting about the fact he knew, that without being told he recognised what you were doing and sought to reassure you and correct it.

“Are...are you sure?” You ask, hesitant to hear the answer, but still needing to know that it was okay to lean heavily into him, to press backwards against him.

His beard and his curls tickle your cheek as he presses his chin into your shoulder and whispers back at you, “Certain. You’re not going to hurt me, Mesh’la, get comfortable for me.”

You have to force yourself to do it, but you make yourself relax into him, press your weight back against his chest and lean into him. You force yourself to stop thinking of how you distribute your weight as you sit there, but every joke and silly comment in your ear from Bear has you relaxing more and more, and has your thoughts quieting throughout the night.

You grip the arms around your waist, tracing through the hair there, over the freckles and scars that litter his skin in an absent kind of way as you feel yourself become drowsier and drowsier the more comfortable you get.

Bear is warm and comfortable. Thick thighs built to be sat on, broad shoulders to lean your head back against, a warm chest that pillows underneath your back. He smells like sandalwood and soap, clean and warm, his skin is soft beneath your hands and his breathing is calming, lulling you into a drowsy state that has you wanting to fall asleep right there.

His fingers rub circles into your soft stomach as his arms crowd around you, keeping you close. Your companions just give you both a knowing look but choose, for once, not to make a teasing joke or comment.

You decide, in that moment, that you could get used to this. You could definitely get used to this.

You’re certain you must have fallen asleep at some point because you wake drowsy and confused to Bear telling you he should get you back to your quarters and to bed. You don’t have the awareness to even get up, but that’s okay, Bear thinks. He doesn’t mind as he lifts you into his arms, your soft body pressed against him.

You are not small, but neither is he. He’s strong, even for a clone and has little problem cushioning your head in between his shoulder and neck as he carries you back to base. You press into him, burrow closer in a way you never would have at the start of the night and it makes him smile, to know you are comfortable in his arms, that you trust him.

You fall asleep again on the journey to your quarters, shallow breathing and twitching eyelids as you drift off. He does his best to stay steady and stable through the journey, not wishing to jostle you until he has little choice. You don’t wake again that night.

When you wake the next morning you are tucked into your bed in your quarters, a glass of water on your nightstand and your shoes carefully placed by the door to your bedroom. There is a little note on durasheet written in a careful hand by the glass of water. You reach for it as you sit yourself up.

It says two little words, ‘good morning’ followed by a smiley face drawn with little zabrak horns. You can’t help the smile that twists at the corners of your mouth. You could definitely get used to this.

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pterodactylterrace · 3 years

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Guys Like You Chapter 7

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 7

Chapter Summary: Just an ordinary Sunday

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut. Alcohol consumption.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6}

Just an ordinary Sunday. An ordinary Sunday with nothing special about it what so ever. Just your average, everyday, run of the mill Sunday.

Oh, except for that 'date' Faye had been freaking out about for days now. She was acting like a teenager again, and worst still, she knew she was. Should she do something special with her hair? Should she bother with makeup? What if she ended up getting a surprise pimple? Most importantly, what was she supposed to wear? Would it be weird to just show up in regular clothes, or would it be weirder to show up over dressed? Sure, she could actually ask him like a reasonable adult, but she refused to admit ignorance of what dating looked like anymore, so here she was, an hour before she was supposed to leave, staring at her closet in absolute terror and confusion.

There was one last resource she hadn't tapped into just yet. Her trump card. Possibly her last line of defense to keep from looking like an idiot. Or more like an idiot, depending on how you look at the situation.

"Briar!"

"Mommy, why you nakie?" Briar giggled as she came toddling into the room at top speed, wrapping her arms around her mother's leg.

"I'm not nakie, I have my underwear on." Faye pointed out, rolling her eyes. This child of hers. "Do you wanna pick out what Mommy wears when we go see Henry?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Briar gasped, hurrying over to her mother's closet and surveying the items hung up. "This one's pretty!" Briar gasped, grabbing the skirt of one of the dresses hung up. All in all, not a bad pick. Casual enough to not look like she was trying too hard, nice enough that she didn't look like a slob. Briar to the rescue, once again. Now the only problem was getting it on. This particular dress was backless with a litany of different ties crossing each other to make it fit just right. She hadn't worn this dress since she'd moved across the ocean. Now she didn't have her trusty siblings to help her get it on right, and Briar didn't know how to tie anything.

It took some doing, a lot of wiggling, and a bit of compromise as far as fit went, but she did eventually get it on. She tossed a denim jacket on to keep her back somewhat warm, deciding to quit while she was ahead and leave before she continued fussing with her appearance even more. She had her daughter, dressed in a little tulle dress with her hair up in pigtails. As far as Faye was concerned, she had everything she needed.

Henry greeted her at the door with a brilliant smile, a button up that was crying for mercy and the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen.

"Kal!" Briar squealed, rushing past Henry to hug the fluffy dog.

"It's great to finally have you over." Henry greeted, pulling Faye in for a hug as soon as she crossed the threshold.

"Thank you for inviting us." Faye responded, stealthily breathing him in as she returned his affectionate gesture. Why did this man have to smell so good?

"Dinner should be done soon."

"It smells great. I didn't know you could cook."

"Well I didn't expect you to cook anything. Not after that baking disaster." Henry teased, raising a brow at her.

"Hey now, cooking and baking are two different things. Baking is a science. Cooking is an art."

"Is that just a nice way of saying you can't follow directions?"

"How very rude of you, sir. Throwing my inability to follow directions at me."

"May I take your jacket? Or are the directions for removing it too complicated?"

"So very mean." Faye grumbled, letting her jacket slide off her shoulders and passing it off.

"Oh, now that's a doozy." Henry murmured to himself, tilting his head and gently skimming his fingers over the artwork covering her back.

"That's my big one." Faye chuckled, turning more to let him get a better look.

"I'm looking forward to uncovering more." Henry whispered in her ear, gently squeezing her shoulders and sliding past her to hang her jacket up. That fucking tease.

Faye scooped Briar up and followed her nose to the kitchen, snooping around to see what was cooking. A few different pots and pans were on the stove, and something was cooking away in the oven. She curiously cracked the oven door open and looked in, groaning softly at the smell of roasting meat. Faye jumped when she felt a hand on her hip, the oven door snapping shut as she turned to see Henry's amused face looking down at her.

"Are you ladies having fun?"

"Brockey?" Briar asked hopefully, reaching over for Henry to take her.

"I didn't forget your favorite." Henry chuckled, taking the toddler in one arm and reaching for the chopped vegetable on the nearby cutting board with the other. "Now I don't have princess plates, but the table is all set if you two would like to have a seat." He instructed, passing the placated toddler back to her mother.

Faye seated her daughter first, shaking her head when she saw three wine glasses, two already filled with wine, one holding what appeared to be chocolate milk.

"I take it the milk is for Briar?"

"If she won't drink it, I will." Henry shrugged, shooting Faye a cheeky grin over his shoulder.

Faye seated herself next to her daughter, smoothing her dress beneath herself and trying not to fidget. Just because she was nervous, didn't mean she had to act nervous, right? Maybe a few sips of wine would help settle her nerves.

Three glasses of wine and one amazing meal later, Faye found herself sitting on Henry's couch, My Little Pony playing in the background to keep the half asleep toddler entertained while his fingers drew light patterns along her shoulders and arms. Her head rested on his shoulder, reluctantly forcing herself to break the domestic spell they found themselves trapped in.

"It's getting late." Faye pointed out, shifting her head to look up at her host. "We should probably get going."

"I'm not so sure you should be driving." Henry pointed out gently, glancing at her almost empty glass of wine.

"Gonna drive us home, then?" Faye giggled, nuzzling against his shoulder.

"Why don't you two just stay here for the night? Briar is already about to fall asleep on the rug." Henry chuckled, nodding toward the half asleep child on the floor.

"I didn't exactly plan on a sleep over."

"I have a spare room."

"Briar still has accidents, though. I don't want her ruining your mattress. Wait... I think I still have some diapers in the car!" Faye gasped, her eyes lighting up.

"I'll run out and get them, where are your keys?"

"In my jacket." Faye mumbled after a second of thinking, scooting over to allow Henry to stand.

After Faye woke up the toddler and got her changed, Henry scooped the little girl up, carrying her down the hall to the spare room to tuck her in, plugging in the night light he'd bought when he'd learned about her fear of the dark. He hadn't ever exactly planned on them staying over just yet, but thought it best to take precautions to keep the child placated and in her own room if they ever did stay over.

"Now, where were we?" Faye purred after he had pulled the door closed, wrapping her arms around his thick neck and leaning up on her tip toes to kiss at his jawline, her fingers toying with the hairs at the back of his neck.

"Faye, slow down." Henry chuckled, gently taking her elbows and moving her back.

"You don't want to?" Faye asked softly, uncertainty and insecurity written all over her face, tugging harshly at Henry's heart. This definitely wasn't how he planned on this night going.

"Shh, no tears." He soothed, wiping at the moisture she didn't even know was collecting in her eyes. Even though she had braced herself for rejection around every corner, she still found her heart breaking at the reality of it. She knew better than to get her hopes up. She had told herself time and time again not to even entertain the idea, but their last evening together on her couch continued echoing hope in her mind.

"I-I'm so sorry." Faye excused herself, pulling further away from him, looking away to hide her flushed face.

"Hey, no." Henry corrected, pulling her in close again. "Faye, I want this. I want you. Believe me, I really do, but not like this."

"What do you mean?" Faye sniffled softly, still not looking up at him, settling for resting her head against his chest.

"You're not even fit to drive right now, Faye. I'd only be taking advantage of you." Henry explained, gently running his fingers up and down her spine. "And I'm not going to do that."

"What if I just jump you then?" Faye pouted, her hand sliding up his thick thigh, feeling emboldened by his admission.

"Then I'd say it's a good thing I'm a big boy that can take care of myself." Henry chuckled, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together.

"So you won't let me have any fun?" She pouted, finally turning her face to look up at him.

"Not like this. We'll see how you feel in the morning. Now let's get you off to bed." With that he scooped her up, chuckling at her grumbled of protest as he carried her down the hall to his bedroom, her complaints about being able to walk falling on deaf ears.

"But I'm not tired." Faye yawned as her final act of unconvincing defiance, cuddling into his chest as he pushed the door open.

"I'm sure you aren't, but it's getting late." Henry soothed, setting her down on the edge of the bed to rummage though his drawers to find her something to wear. Surely she wouldn't enjoy sleeping in her dress, no matter how beautifully it hugged every curve.

"Come on, let's get this off." Henry encouraged, tugging at the hem of her dress.

"Oh, change your mind?" Faye giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

"No, I just don't think this is too comfortable to sleep in." Henry chuckled, helping her to her feet and turning her around to better access the ties holding her dress in place.

"Wait." Faye suddenly protested.

"What's wrong?" His hands, froze, his eyes snapping up to look at the back of her head.

"I'm not wearing a bra." Faye mumbled, wrapping her arms around herself in a hug. Of course, now she's shy. How was this the same girl that was trying to grope him not ten minutes earlier?

"Promise I won't look." Henry chuckled, shaking his head at his fickle house guest as he finished untying her dress, Faye reluctantly letting it fall away, all the while feeling she should have asked him to turn the lights off first. She quickly grabbed the shirt off the edge of the bed and pulled it on, glancing over her shoulder to find he had turned around, eyes averted to the wall as he waited, just like he promised.

"Thank you." Faye mumbled, tugging at the hem of the shirt, wishing it were just a little longer. "You know, I'm not that drunk." She tried one last time. "I'm tipsy at best."

"It still wouldn't be right." Henry shrugged, moving around her to pull down the blankets and gently usher her into bed.

"Wait, you are staying with me, right?" Faye half yawned, turning her big doe like eyes up to him.

"I don't know, are you going to keep your hands to yourself, Miss Warren?" Henry teased.

"I'll be good. Just want a cuddle." Faye assured, snuggling back into the bed, watching his every move as he went about preparing himself for bed, stripping out of the too tight button down, tossing it into the laundry as he absently scratched at his furry chest. His pants quickly followed in suit before he shut the lights off and clambered into bed next to her. Normally he would sleep bare, but decided it wouldn't be the best idea given the current circumstances.

"Now remember, hands to yourself, Miss Warren." Henry reminded, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. Faye cuddled into him and drifted off into a dreamless sleep, happily curled into his side and breathing him in with a small smile etched on her face.

The next morning, Faye woke up to someone breathing in her ear and a rather heavy arm slung across her chest. She shifted her leg and couldn't help but smile to herself when her thigh brushed against something hard, moving her leg against it again with more purpose, rousing the slumbering man next to her.

"Mmm, good morning." He hummed, cracking his eyes open, his hips rolling toward her probing thigh.

"You know, I'm not drunk anymore." Faye pointed out, squealing when she found herself suddenly trapped beneath him.

"Is that right?" He hummed, pressing gentle kisses to her neck and shoulder, letting one hand gently glide up and down her side, slowly lifting the hem of her improvised nightgown as he went. It would seem she found herself in the presence of a morning person. A very eager morning person, complete with morning wood. He sat back on his heels as he slid her shirt off, biting his lip and groaning softly at the first glimpse of her naked chest.

"Fucking gorgeous." He growled, leaning in and kissing her left breast tenderly, basking in her low whines, her legs wrapping around his waist as he caught her nipple in his mouth, gently flicking it with his tongue. So soft. So tender.

Slowly he slid further down her body, gently untangling her legs from his torso as he descended, leaving small kisses and nips along her stomach, Faye's increased breathing and soft whimpers only spurring him on. His eyes caught a small bit of color creeping over her left side, his attention instantly diverting to the artwork decorating her ribs. "A little mermaid." He chuckled, his fingers gently tracing the lines before pressing a quick kiss to it, not missing her ticklish squirm. That would be something to remember for later.

Henry continued his descent, his unshaved scruff eliciting a shiver as it drug along her sensitive skin, finally coming to a rest at her lacy panties, humming to himself in appreciation. He definitely was a man that enjoyed seeing his lady in lace. His fingers skimmed along the top of her panties, Faye gasping and fighting to stay still as he pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to her still clothed mound.

"What are you doing?" Faye gasped, sitting up on her elbows as he slid her panties to the side, her chest heaving in anticipation as she met his gaze.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, raising a brow, his fingers gently tracing where her leg met her body.

"I... you don't... have to do... that."

"I want to." Henry explained, leaning in and licking a stripe up between her nether lips, a strangled gasp catching in her chest. He shifted between her legs, hooking her knees over his broad shoulders for better access, pressing an absent minded to kiss to the water colored artwork decorating her thigh. He would have to take a closer look at that later but for now, he was a man on a mission.

He delved back in, his tongue eagerly exploring her glistening petals, chuckling to himself when her hips bucked up into his waiting mouth.

"Oh, you are definitely going to be sitting on my face later." Henry hummed to himself, laying a thick forearm over her hips to keep her still. "But for now, let me do the work."

His lips sealed around her sensitive bud, sucking gently as his tongue worked over it, her hips jerking with every flick of his tongue. Her fingers tangled themselves in his untamed curls, her nails scratching at his scalp as she tried to pull him closer. More. She needed more.

He worked over her sensitive clit, moaning softly at the way she would tug on his hair, her legs clamping on his head when she moaned out his name, her hips spasming even under his restraining arm as she came hard on his waiting tongue. It would appear his lady was easy to please.

"Taste so good, Faye." Henry whispered, planting one final kiss to her soaked folds before carefully pulling back.

"That was amazing." Faye panted, releasing his hair with shaking hands to push her own sweat dampened strands from her face.

"Your pussy tastes so good." Henry praised, slowly crawling up her body, licking his lips lewdly as he stared down at her with lust blown eyes.

"Really?" Faye mumbled, her brows knitting together. "Every boyfriend I've had acted like that was a chore. That's why I said you didn't have to."

"They don't know what they're missing." Henry snorted, pressing his still clothed erection against her swollen, sensitive folds, his shoulders slumping when a faint crying met his ears.

"Shit, the baby." Faye groaned, her face falling.

"Go on, make sure she's ok." Henry relented, reluctantly removing himself from her.

"What about you?" Faye asked, already pulling the borrowed shirt back on.

"I'll be out once I calm down a bit."

"I'm so sorry." Faye sighed, squeaking in surprise when he playfully swatted at her backside when she slid out of bed.

"Go check on the baby, I'll be out in a bit." Henry dismissed, unashamedly staring at her ass as she headed to the door.

"Enjoying the view?"

"More than you know."

"One of these days, we are going to seal the deal, Mr. Cavill." Faye assured, giving him a pointed look as she slipped out the door.

"I look forward to it." Henry sighed to himself. Hopefully that day was going to come soon. The wait was killing him.

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Married In Vegas - E. Phantasmo

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Warnings: I curse a lot so there's a handful thrown in there, elp ( always a warning ), alcohol.

Married In Vegas. - E.Phantasmo

" No good for me or my frame of mind. I think about you all the time. A pretty little thing could wreck me 25. Just say the words, and I'm all ears. Let's turn a drink into 5 years. Spend my money oh, honey come bleed me dry. I came here to be somewhere else, I found you and I found myself. Mister, mister I'm all in. Bet your house and I'll call it."

As Kal got out of the shower every part of her wanted Riley to not be sitting outside the bathroom door. That he made things much easier on her and went to change or was already down at the lobby meeting up with the rest of their friends.

But as she walked through the bathroom door and back into the room, she knew that thought would be to good to be true. Riley sat in the same spot she left him in just minutes before.

"I thought you would have left by now." Kal said as Riley shrugged his shoulders.

"Figured they all already know we were together. So what was the point to come down alone?" Riley said.

Kal almost felt bad when she heard the tone of Riley's voice but truth is her guard went up immediately and in a situation like that she definitely didn't want that attention." Okay, I'm ready whenever you are."

Riley stood up as he made his way out the door as Kal followed suit," Wait up." Kal said as Riley stopped as she caught up to him and looked down at his hand to see that it was still sitting pretty on his finger," You should probably take the ring off." Kal said.

" Like you did?" Riley said as he began walking again.

"Well yeah, the whole part of not telling anyone kind of means not wearing them too."

"Well good you don't have to wear yours than, nobody will think it's you with the way you're acting now. Totally not suspicious , you should be an actress. Screw whatever it is that you do now." Riley said as they got out of the elevator.

"Okay what the hell?" Kal said as she grabbed his arm to get him to stop but let go when he turned around at the same time as all their friends did.

"What? Am I doing something else wrong that you want to tell me about?" As she shook her head and let his arm go as Taiji approached them.

"You left me." Taiji said as he shook his head at the both of them," Where did you guys go?"

"Just a couple more bars." Kal said with a shrug.

"And lovely trip too." Kal looked at him with daggers as Taiji gave them a weird look," To Kal's hotel room."

"I'm not surprised one bit and those walls are thin." He said as Riley could do nothing but laugh.

" Well look who finally decides to join the group." Jay said as they all walked over.

"Coming from one half of the two that abandoned it last night." Kal said as most of the group laughed.

"From what we heard from Taiji you and Riley here didn't seem to care all that much."

"Can we not talk about that anymore?" Kal said as she sighed.

"Oof Riley didn't show you a good time?" Riley scoffed as Will laughed.

Kal stood there utterly defeated," Let's just go eat lunch please."

Kenta looked at her before shooting the guys a look about continuing on right now. Once they got to lunch Kal couldn't pick the chair further from Riley but somehow they both ended up being right across from one another.

Kal turned her head as Kenta sat next to her," Are you okay?" He asked her.

She nodded her head," Just a long morning that's all." Kal said as he nodded not really wanting to continue the conversation even though she knew it was needed. But he also knew better than to not bring it up around their friends.

"Secrets don't keep friends." Bea said in their direction.

"Why not? Kal loves them." Riley said as he took a sip of his water with a laugh.

"And Riley likes to make passive aggressive comments and beat around the bush instead of saying how he feels cause that gets you places."

"And Kal thinks that everything should go her way and shuts down the person who tries to talk."

"As much as I love hearing the back and forth. You two literally just met yesterday ran off now are acting like you've been married for years." Taiji said.

The two immediately went quiet before Kal looked right at Riley," As if I'd ever marry someone like him when I'm in the right state of mind."

"Well I guess it's good that you weren't last night than." Riley said, as Kal immediately stopped what she was doing and was about to get up and leave when he followed up with," When we slept together." But Kal barely heard it as her heart was beating way too fast.

Kenta looked at her,” Alright that’s enough.” Kal returned his look with thankful eyes. It seemed as if no matter what she could count on Kenta to make sure things were okay and that everyone made sure things were good.

The rest of the lunch was quiet for Riley and and Kal as their friends all talked about what they wanted to do.

“ I’m sure Kal here doesn’t care as long as it involves getting drunk and making more bad decisions.”

Kal decided not to raise anymore suspicion and nod her head in agreement,” Yes pleased maybe less bad decisions this time and more drinking.”

“ There she is, she got some food in her so now she’s not so-“ Will began to say.

“ Don’t finish that sentence we can always fight right here.”

“I’ll let Bea handle my light work.” Will said as he wrapped an arm around Bea.

“ My money’s on Kal here, from what I heard from Kasey she can go.” Jay said as Kasey and Kenta agreed.

“ We’ll have to be the judge of that.” Taiji said,” Right Riley?”

He shrugged his shoulders,” I think Will can take her.”

Pushin 106 down PCH. I drink it down, the aftertaste tastes like heartbreak and mistakes. But I can’t wait to walk around the starry strip. I feel it all , it feels like bliss. I show my hand, they look like this. Mister, Mister I’m all in, bet your house and I’ll call it.

As the group headed to the casino Kenta stayed back by Kal,” So what’s really wrong?”

“A lot.” Kal said honestly as she looked at him.

“And would it have anything to do with the ring on your necklace?”

Kal nodded,” Everything.”

“ Did you talk to him?”

“ Was it that obvious?”

“To most people probably not, but to me yes. I know both of you really well and I know that it’s not over just some drunken hook up.”

“ I really messed up.”

“ Wasn’t aware you can marry yourself.” Kenta said as Kal looked at him with a pout,” Did you guys even talk about everything?”

“ He wanted too, I was in pure panic mode and took the flight option. Now he won’t even look at me.”

“ You’re right he won’t, at least not when you’re looking at him too.”

“ I messed up. My mom wasn’t there, hell none of my family. You weren’t there. Kasey wasn’t my maid of honor. I barely even knew the guy I married. Oh my god Kenta, I don’t even know my last name. How do you not see the problem here?”

Kenta laughed as Kal told him just how this wasn’t funny,” No it definitely is. I know your last name.” He said as he threw an arm around her.

“ Care to enlighten me?”

“ Nope, that you have to ask your husband who keeps looking back here at us, think he might kill me if I don’t take my arm off you but I’m willing to see how it plays out if I don’t. As for everything else if you’re getting it annulled you can still have all of that and it would basically be like none of this happened.” Kenta said and Kal got quiet.

“ Yeah I uh I guess you’re right.”

“ You don’t want to do you?” Kenta asked her as she looked at him with a shrug.

“ I don’t know what I want.”

“ Let bone daddy here pick out what you drink tonight you won’t be disappointed.” Taiji said as the group laughed.

“ Think she prefers what Kenta says.” Riley said.

“ I don’t think so, last time I drank what Kenta told me I swear I was still drunk 2 days later.” Kal said as Kenta laughed.

Riley looked a little surprised at her giving him an actual response. As he chose to raise his eyebrows at her as she shrugged.

“ Talk to him Kalyssa.”

“ Oof, you’re using my full name on me now?” Kal said as she made a face as she broke apart from him and stepped forward to take the door from Riley as Kenta pushed her right into him.

“ I think Kal here is still drunk” Kenta said as he walked through the door as Riley looked at Kal as she straightened herself out with his arm around her waist to steady her.

“ Falling for me already?” Riley said as he knew he might as well play it off exactly how she wanted them too.

Kal just shook her head with a laugh as a slight blush played on her cheeks as she turned away from him,” For the record Kenta pushed me.”

Riley gave her hip a squeeze before letting go,” Sure he did.” As Kal was about to respond before Toni grabbed her and brought her to where the girls currently were.

Riley watched as Kasey pointed somewhere behind him as he looked and saw the guys in their own area. As Kal looked over her shoulder he was already turned and walking towards all the guys as she felt a tug on her hand before she turned back around.

“ Don’t worry you can see lover boy later. “ Bea said.

As Kal shook her head,” I was just trying to defend myself against Kenta’s sneak attack.” Kal said.

“Mhm sure you were.” Kasey said as Kal sat down next to her,” So how was it?”

“ How was what? My night out? So great I don’t even know half of it.”

“ Let me see your phone , I know you when you get drunk you suddenly think your this awesome photographer.” Kasey said as she held her hand out for it as Kal looked down at it.

She didn’t even think to look through the pictures on her phone, they probably told a lot of stories in their own right. As Kal shook her head no, if her phone had stories she didn’t even know yet she certainly didn’t want the girls finding it out this way.

“ That’s probably not a good idea. Who knows what her and Riley recorded.”

“ Can we stop talking about him?” Kal said as she shifted in her seat as she gave them a pleading look.

“ Not until you humor us with something.”

�� Okay fine the only thing I can really tell you is that we made out multiple times before everything got all fuzzy with my memories l and he offered a round two.”

“ Round two? When?”

“ This morning.”

“ If you’re about to tell me that’s why you ignored every single one of my phone calls I don’t know if I’ll be proud of you or mad at you more.” Kasey said with a laugh.

“ Well I hate to break it you, it didn’t happen this morning.”

“So are you saying it may?”

Kal took a sip of her drink and gave a shrug,” I don’t know if we’re being honest, but I wouldn’t be opposed.” Kal said as the girls all ooh’d.

She shook her head at them as they continued on. She really wanted to let loose and have some fun while she was here but her mind kept going back to everything that happened the night before.

The night went as the two groups came back together when they decided to go to the bar down the street, Kal was only nursing her third drink when Kenta sat down next to her,” I counted this is the third drink usually you are way ahead of me.”

“ I know, I’ll get there. I’m still feeling the after effects from last night.” Kal said ,” But Kasey brought up something and I don’t want to look alone.”

“ Pictures?” Kenta said as Kal nodded.

“ Why does everyone know that but me?”

“ Why do you think we take your phone away? Remember that mishap with Jay’s Instagram?” As Kal looked at him.

“ He added to that so it’s not completely my fault.”

Kal handed her phone over to him as he unlocked the phone and went to the pictures app. There was definitely pictures that Kal didn’t see before at the bottom.

“ These aren’t that bad actually, I take it as Riley or someone else took them.”

“ You don’t think I did?”

“ I know you didn’t your thumb isn’t in half of them and we can see things clearly.” Kenta said as he continued to scroll through all the pictures.

Kal looked at them all as she leaned against Kenta ,” Well at least I know I had fun.” Kal said.

“ Yeah lots. Wait here.” Kenta said as he showed Kal a picture and it was definitely of some chapel. As she took the phone from his hands as she took a closer look before Kenta looked down,” If it means anything, Riley was into his phone and just about killed Taiji when he took it from him. So he might have some more. As that’s the only one you have.”

Kal sighed as she put her phone away,” I think I need more drinks.”

“ What you need to do is talk to Riley before we leave Vegas, he’s going back to Japan right after this for 3 months and you’ll be in Florida.”

“ Great even more to think about and remember.” Kal said as she got up from the seat.

“ Kal said , we don’t have to.”

“ Don’t have to what?” Riley said as he approached the two.

“ Talk about anything. “ Kal said as she went to get drinks with Riley following closely behind.

“ Does accidentally marrying me make you that uncomfortable?” Riley said as they got to the bar.

“ Well no, but here isn’t the place to talk about it either.”

“ But you’ll talk to Kenta,” Riley said,” Apparently anywhere I want to talk isn’t good for you. So I give up, you let me know what we need to do and I’ll do it no questions asked.” He said as he went to grab his drink and walk away.

Kal grabbed his arm,” Wait no, I want to talk to you about this. I really do. I just don’t know how. And I keep psyching myself out every time. Only reason I’ve been talking to Kenta is apparently he put two and two together.”

“ Wait Kenta knows?” Riley said as Kal nodded,” And you didn’t want me to tell anyone yet you can?”

“ I didn’t tell him anything, he found out on his own. When we were walking here he said my problem doesn’t have anything to do with the ring on my necklace does if? And I told him it has everything to do with it. And he said he figured apparently we’re both not good at hiding things.”

“ So he knows? How long until he tells everyone else?”

“ He won’t , he’ll let that up to one of us to slip.” Kal said.

“ And you’re wearing it on your necklace?” Riley asked as he looked with raised eyebrows.

“ Just because I didn’t want to wear it on my finger right away until we figured things out doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to wear it in a different way.” Kal said.

“ I think that’s the nicest thing you said to me since last night.” Riley said with a laugh.

“ I can take it back.”

“ No, no I like it.” Riley said as he smiled at her.

“ Me too.” Kal said as she grabbed her drink,” We can talk more tonight.”

“ Good I’m glad. I can’t wait.” Riley said as he led her through the crowd and back to their group of friends. Not letting her hand go.

“ There you guys are, thought you ditched as again.” Juice said.

“Not yet, nights still young.” Taiji said ,” I’m just not going to be the one keeping on eye on them this time.”

Kal laughed,” I’m sorry for my part in that.”

“ I’m not makes up for those times in Tokyo.” Riley said.

“ What happened in Tokyo?” Kal asked as Jay laughed.

“ You don’t even want to know.” Bea said as the rest laughed as Kal just took the response with a nod.

As Riley looked down,” I’ll tell you later, so that way there is no bias responses.” He said as he whispered in her ear as Kal laughed.

“ So when are you two going to join us for a double date?” Kasey said as she looked at Riley and Kal.

“ I don’t know if that would be a good idea.” Riley said with a shrug as Kal had no choice but to agree.

For better or for worse, I feel right and high even if it’s just tonight or the rest of my life. So come on do your worst. I’ll stay here all night. Cash out, cards down, I’ll roll the dice.

The night went on as Kal and Riley stayed attached together. Kal really tried to avoid having a blackout the way that she did the night before meanwhile Riley was only a little buzzed but chose to keep his eyes on Kal. Letting her let loose and have fun. Fortunately for him her fun included just about throwing herself at him.

As they all headed back to the hotel , Kal was talking amongst the group as she continued on,” Will told Bea to handle his light work meaning you. But Jay and Kasey both said you’d drop him.” Kenta said. “

“ I agreed too.” Taiji said as Kal looked at him with a smile.

“ Yeah you’re definitely becoming my favorite.”

“ Ask Riley here what he said.” Taiji said as she looked at him waiting for a response.

As Kasey and Jay bid their goodbyes and headed into their room, as well as Juice and Toni. Bea and Will stood by their doors waiting for the response as well as Kenta.

“ I said that Will can take you.”

“ Oh you did now?” Kal said.

“I’ve never seen you in the ring before so that’s why I said it.”

“ I feel so betrayed.” Kal said as she laughed while shaking her head before her drunk mind gave her the idea to show him what she can do but he was quick and before she even had the chance to think of a plan she was thrown over his shoulder.

“ Nice try, maybe do it again when you’re less intoxicated. Goodnight guys.” Riley said as he opened the door to Kal’s room.

“ Why did I agree to wear heels all day?” Kal asked as he gently sat her down on the bed.

“ That I can’t answer.” Riley said as he helped her take them off.

Kal looked at him as he tossed them to the side before he stood up and looked at her,” Okay get dressed for bed. While I go get you some water.”

“ I’m okay.” Kal said,” Why are you being so nice to me?”

Riley shrugged,” Listen I know things haven’t been ideal but you haven’t been that bad.”

“ I basically told you that I wouldn’t marry you if I was sober.”

“ You did, guess lucky me we were plastered right?” Riley said as she tried to avoid the inevitable conversation as she wasn’t completely sober right now,” We’ll talk tomorrow okay? Don’t worry about it tonight.”

“ But I told you at the bar we’d talk tonight.”

“ You didn’t promise so I think I’ll survive one more night. This stuff happens all the time here.”

Kal nodded her head and was ready to say something else as Riley left the room. She sighed as she slipped out of her dress not really wanting to put much effort in anything as she spotted his hoodie in the corner and slipped it on.

She quickly slipped under the covers as Riley walked back through the door and into the room as he put the water on her table.

“I’ll see you in the morning alright? We’ll do what we have to do so that way we can go home the way we came.” Riley said as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

“ You’re not staying?” Kal said as she didn’t even bother to hide the hurt tone in her voice this time around.

“ You and I both know that would make things only get more complicated.” Riley said.

“ But what if -“ Kal said as Riley stopped her.

“ We’ll talk tomorrow. Okay?” As Kal nodded her head , “ Get some actual rest if you need anything I’ll leave that door unlocked.” Riley said as he pointed to the door that led to his and Taiji’s.

As she could only nod her head afraid her voice would betray if she did anything more than nod her head. As he left the room and Kal wrapped herself up in his hoodie before she grabbed her phone as she felt it vibrate.

It was a message from Riley as she looked at it. it was a few pictures she definitely didn’t have saved or on her phone at all. As she looked at it the chapel in picture slowly turned to the inside of it before it ended with what she guesses was when they kissed for the first time as husband and wife. You can see how out of it they were but there was something else there too.

As Kal looked down at the message attached,”

Saw you looking through your phone earlier, figured you were missing some picture memories. Hope this helps you when you wake up. Just know that I’m definitely saving these for when we decide to tell everyone what we did. Or maybe just keep them to myself for when I need a laugh. Maybe a good story to tell whoever we marry, and if they don’t find it funny than maybe we married the wrong people. Come tomorrow all I want you to know is I hope whoever you actually decide to marry keeps the smile on your face like you had in these pictures. Just something to remember this weekend by. “

As Kal looked through all pictures again and again. Saved, deleted, only to save again. As she re read his text over and over again. She opened the final picture once again and almost didn’t recognize the person looking back at her.

Yes this person was clearly intoxicated but she was happy, and she highly doubted if had anything to do with the alcohols

“ You really did a number this time Kal.” She said to herself as she put her phone on the end table and curled up. Sleep the last thing on her mind as everything she did now reminded her in some way of Riley.

“ All these things that I’ve done. Sin city under the sun. I came to win and I won. I’ll leave with you sittin’ shotgun. All these things that I’ve done. Sin city under the sun. I came to win and I won. Feels like a TKO, feels like the lowest boat. Yeah, yeah,yeah under the neon lights. It feels like we might get married in Vegas.”

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Rules of Engagement 1/? (Henry x OFC)

Summary: Henry and Em have been friends for almost ten years and involved in a casual affair for just as long. The rules were simple: no romantic attachment and their friends and family couldn’t know. Easy enough to do right? However, when new complications emerge, Henry and Em will need to navigate this relationship of theirs, if they can even call it that. Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 06

Author’s Notes: Here it is. My first official series for Henners. I’m strangely nervous, because it’s sort of my baby and I have been putting lots of work on it for a couple of months now. So I would really, really appreciate feedback if you could take some time to do it.

Wordcount: 4815

Warnings: alcohol consumption; smut (oral; dirty talk; penetration)

Chapter 01: Casual Affair

It was by pure chance that when Emeline’s flight coming from Istambul had technical difficulties while on air, they stopped in Budapest of all places. However, it was straight bad luck that what was supposed to be just a quick stop turned into an allnighter due to more serious engine problems, with her new flight being scheduled for the next morning.

She considered just getting herself a hotel but it was nearly ten p.m. she was exhausted and Em really didn’t want to deal with finding a half-decent place to crash when she could just call Henry. That was what friends were for right?

Henry came, of course. That was the kind of person he was. Kind and helpful. Dependable. He hugged her tight, since they hadn’t seen each other since Clara and Todd’s baby had been born, before taking her carryon like the perfect gentleman and ushering Em into the rental car he had been using during his stay.

During the drive, he talked in an excited tone about the series and all the work he had to do. Em could only smile at the huge grin on his lips and the glint of excitement in his blue eyes. It was quite something to see Henry this happy and engaged with a project. Em was truly glad for him, but she was also tired, never being one to sleep on airplanes, so her contributions to the conversations were just hmms and nods every now and then, not that Henry seemed to mind.

“Did you eat?” Henry asked once he parked at the driveway of the cute white house and its perfectly maintained lawn that had been his home for the last couple of months.

“Airport food? Please!” she pulled a face, making Henry laugh as he led the way through the stone pathway.

“You’re such a food snob,” he commented, pausing by the front door, and Em was already smiling because she could hear Kal’s whines through the door.

“I’m not. I just have good taste.” Em dropped to her knees to pet and greet Kal which shot out the second Henry opened the door.

She had always loved dogs but never had a chance to have one for herself. At first, her father didn’t allow it, but once she moved out Em didn’t really have the space to keep one so she channeled all her dog mom tendencies towards Kal.

“Sometimes I think you’re only friends with me so you can see Kal regularly,” Henry teased once she let go of the dog long enough to step inside and Em smirked at him.

“You are not wrong, Cavill,” she said, her gaze traveling over the tasteful décor of the house, but her focus was instantly drawn to the kitchen and as soon as she shook off her coat on Henry’s waiting hands, she made a beeline to the room, in Em’s opinion the most important part of any house. “I love your kitchen.” She ran her hands over the wooden countertops and light blue cabinets.

“Technically, it’s not mine,” he chuckled, moving towards the fridge. “I have aubergine lasagna leftovers. Want some?”

“That sounds disgusting,” Em said with a grimace. “But it will do.”

She settled at the isle with the heated lasagna, once again listening to Henry babble about the project and his castmates and how things were going in the set. Some of it she had already heard since they texted every day, but Em enjoyed listening to Henry and actually missed his deep baritone voice.

It made her glad that she chose to do this, instead of staying at some crappy motel by herself, awake most of the night since Em had a hard time sleeping in other beds that weren’t hers. At least here she had Henry and she missed him.

“So how was Istambul?” he asked, bringing her plate to the sink, refusing to let her clean up herself.

“It was amazing,” Em sighed, chin resting on her hand as she watched Henry’s back unseeingly. She was actually thinking back on her journey, in which she had spent a week exploring the city and the sights, completely by herself just like she preferred.

Now, with her belly full, it was her time to babble about everything she saw and experienced while there. Em knew Henry had seen the pictures and stories on her Instagram. He liked everything she posted during the week, but there something about the way he was watching her, the focused look in his dazzling blue eyes like she was telling him the most interesting story in the world, that just made Em keep going, even as Henry finished the dished and they moved to get more comfortable in the couch.

“It does sound like you had fun,” he smiled at her, body turned her way on the couch, head resting on his palm as he listened, his other hand holding his glass of wine. “But don’t you miss having someone to share the experience?

“Sometimes,” Em shrugged, sipping her wine, she was in her third glass by now and she really ought to slow down, her mind was already getting a little foggy.

She had been doing these travels since she turned eighteen. First, she had her best friend Clara as her companion, but as they got older, Em started doing by herself since Clara couldn’t. One or two boyfriends in her time had offered to come along once, but it felt wrong to taint the memories of those trips with someone that might not be with her for the long run.

“But it’s nice too, you know? To have my own thing, without anyone else,” she scratched Kal behind the ears, just like he liked it, smiling at the way he rested his head on her knee to keep being petted. “Thanks again for letting me stay.”

“Anytime,” Henry replied with a smile, his own eyes clouded with alcohol.

They had been talking for hours, one and a half bottles of wine gone in the process. Enough alcohol to make Em’s mind wander as she took in Henry’s impressive physique, the stupid amount of muscles he built up for the series stretching his blue button-down. His dark hair falling in messy curls over his forehead, just like she Em liked it and the blush of alcohol making his cheeks even sharper.

Fighting the allure of the man before her, Em shifted her gaze down to Kal, but it was like he could pick up that something was about to happen, because pulled away from her touch, trouting out the back door, leaving her with only one option now.

Henry’s palm was warm and rough against her jaw as he tilted Em’s face back towards him, his eyes searching for her consent before his lips landed on hers in a soft kiss that gradually grew heated as their mutual need for each other was set alight.

Em sighed against his lips, giving in to the urge that had been brewing from the second she dialed his number. She inched closer, fisting his shirt, licking into his mouth and chasing the taste of wine on his tongue as Henry let his fingers wander down her torso, sneaking under her blouse to touch skin.

“Bedroom,” she mumbled against his lips. “Last time on the couch was a mess.”

“Yeah,” Henry chuckled getting to his feet and leading the way backward, his mouth never leaving hers, his touch getting bolder as their kisses because more desperate.

“This is the last time we do this,” Em declared, fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt or at least trying to. The amount of alcohol she consumed was enough to leave her a little uncoordinated. Henry was doing only slightly better.

“You’ve said that the last five times.”

Em could feel his smirk as his mouth descended over her jaw, pressing sucking kisses on her neck. He loved to leave marks all over her. No matter how many times Em asked him not to, Henry would just ignore it. It was as if he knew she secretly loved to watch herself in the mirror in the following week and be reminded of how amazing the sex had been.

“I mean it this time,” Em said, finally undoing his shirt and pushing it down his shoulders, exposing Henry’s chiseled chest to her wandering hands.

“I think you said that too, last couple of times,” Henry pointed out, shaking his shirt to the floor and pulling hers over her head, leaving Em standing there in only jeans. “Just admit it: you love how I fuck you.”

“Like you don’t enjoy it too,” she said, pushing him towards the bed, and Henry fell back with a bounce and a chuckle.

“Oh, I definitely enjoy it,” he declared, that same smug smirk in place as she undid his pants. “Never said otherwise. Never been in denial either. You’re the one…” He trailed off with a groan when Em freed his hard cock, giving a couple of quick tugs before running her tongue over the underside vein.

Em didn’t want to think about the fact that Henry was absolutely right. She had always been the one to often have second thoughts about this casual affair the two of them had been keeping for years, but not because she didn’t like Henry. It was quite the opposite, Em liked Henry a little too much, but knew it just wouldn’t work, not when he was always all over the world shooting his movies and tv shows, while mostly she stayed in London due to her own work.

And they were both too career-driven and unwilling to concede to the other. If even as just friends, she and Henry were frequently bumping heads, Em could only imagine how terrible they would be as a couple.

She still remembered that fateful night that Clara dragged her to a sport’s bar of all places because she wanted Em to officially meet Todd. She had been at one of his rugby matches earlier that week but ended up leaving before being introduced. In hindsight, Em should have known something was up because of the way Clara made such a big deal about this meeting and fussed over her outfit

“You can’t wear jeans and t-shirt!” she complained, digging though her friend’s wardrobe as Em just huffed a breath and laid back in bed.

“Why not? I’m meeting your boyfriend. What I’m wearing doesn’t matter.”

She had just baked and decorated 150 cupcakes for a children's birthday party. She was exhausted and the last thing she wanted to do was going out, but Clara invoked the best friend rule, so Em was stuck.

“What if there’s a cute guy there?” Clara asked, coming out with a tight, black dress that Em hadn’t worn in 3 years and it definitely wouldn’t fit her now since she gained more than a couple of pounds. She really needed to do some spring cleaning in that closet.

“If a cute guy is hanging in a sport’s bar, big chances he’s a douche, and I already filled my douche quota for the year,” she replied as Clara dove back into the closet. “Besides, I don’t have time for relationships.”

And Em really didn’t. She has just invested all her savings in opening her dream bakery. No way she would be getting distracted by guys while she was trying to get her business off the ground.

“There’s always time for relationships!” Clara declared, coming out of the closet, this time holding one of Em’s favorite sweater dresses. “You never know when true love is gonna knock on your door.”

“Tell it to come by later,” she joked, grabbing the dress and walking into the bathroom to change. It would be a lost cause to argue with Clara. Her friend was a lawyer and could talk her ear off, so Em might as well just get this over with.

She put on the dress and the heels and the makeup Clara pushed her way before she was finally deemed worthy of stepping out of the flat for the bar. At arrival, they found Todd already in his third beer and accompanied by his friend Henry.

Todd and Clara played innocent, pretending to be surprised that the other decided to bring a friend too but Em knew right away this was an ambush. And if Henry’s eye roll was anything to go by, he knew it too. It was their friends' not so subtle attempt to set them up.

Em had to give it to Clara though, Henry was a handsome man but maybe too handsome. She was a run of the mill kind of girl. Not unattractive, mind you. She did pretty well dating wise, especially when she put an effort like tonight, but never with guys that looked like Henry.

He was all dark, curly hair, blue eyes with just a tiny fleck of brown. Perfect features and the kind of chiseled physique that his hoodie didn’t manage to hide completely. He also looked kind of familiar, but Em couldn’t place him right away in her memory.

As they talked, she kept staring at him with a thoughtful frown, trying to come up with subtle questions that could enlighten her of where she knew Henry from because the longer Em talker to him, and she couldn’t help but notice that Todd and Clara kept finding excuses to leave the table so she and Henry could be alone, stronger that familiarity became.

“So how did you meet Todd again?” Em asked, sipping on her drink, which was too sweet but she didn’t mind.

“We went to school together and still play rugby from time to time,” Henry replied, cradling his pint of Guinness. He had shifted on the booth so his back was to the corner and he could properly look at Em. “How about you and Clara?”

“We grew up together. Neighbors all our lives,” she replied, popping a chip in her mouth. “Clara dragged me to one of Todd’s matches on Sunday. Did I see you there?”

“Umm, no.” Henry smiled indulgently. “Just got back yesterday. I was out of town for work.”

She only hummed in response, trying to think back on anything that could have put her and Henry in the same place and explain this feeling of familiarity.

“The Tudors.”

“What?” She asked in confusion at Henry’s random comment.

“You’re trying to figure out from where you know me,” he pointed out with a smirk and Em felt her cheeks heating up. “I mean, I did some other stuff too, a couple of very bad horror movies but that was my biggest role, so you might know me from there.”

It was like a lightbulb finally switched in her brain and she finally managed to place him in her memory.

“Oh my God, you did that weird-ass movie with the nazi vampire zombie! The one with Fassbender and the guy from Prison Break.” Em exclaimed a little too loudly, but Henry only chuckled. “That movie was terrible.”

“Yes,” he nodded, ducking his head a little, and was that a blush? “And seriously? That’s where you know me from?”

“I like crappy horror movies, ok?” Em shrugged with a grin.

“Clearly.” Henry laughed too.

And just like that, conversation flowed easily between them. Henry was a fun guy, surprisingly dorky, and a huge geek for videogames and the fantasy genre. It was nice to talk to someone that seemed to appreciate Lord of the Rings as much as Em did and she didn’t even notice when Todd and Clara slipped out without a word, obviously thinking their job was done.

Maybe if Henry was someone else, not an actor or that hot, they could have been right but as it was, Em didn’t see things going beyond a cool friendship.

That was what she thought at least until Henry walked her home, like a perfect gentleman, making her laugh with so many stupid jokes her sides were aching and she felt like she hadn’t smiled this much in days.

“You didn’t need to walk me all the way to my door,” She commented, turning to face him, her back leaning against the frame. Even in her heels, she needed to tilt her head up to look at him.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Henry snorted. “You can barely stand on those.”

He wasn’t wrong, but it was more because her feet were sore from the constricted space than from the amount of alcohol she consumed, though that definitely played a factor on Em turning her head just when Henry leaned closer to lay a goodbye kiss on her cheek, making his lips land on hers instead.

They just stared at each other until Henry closed the distance again, his mouth returning to hers for a harder, much hotter kiss that had Em pressed against the door. His hands found their way under the hem of her dress; hers to his hair, pulling him even closer, desperation clawing inside her gut because it had been a while for her.

That was only the first of the one-night stands with Henry. Back then, Em thought it would be the only one, but as years passed, whenever the two of them found themselves single and in need of release, they would get together, no strings attached, no commitment, just a purely physical thing that none of their mutual friends knew about.

Her attention snapped back to the present when Henry tugged on her hair until she let his cock out of her mouth with a pop, crawling on top of him to meet his lips for a messy kiss.

“Where did you go just now?” he asked, panting. His hands working on the buttons of her jeans to push them off. “Your mind was so far away.”

Strangely enough, this casual affair they shared made her friendship with Henry stronger because once you’ve seen a person naked and on one of their most vulnerable moments, it could be so easy to open up to them.

“Just thinking about when we met,” Em replied, sucking on his lower lip and Henry let out a weird wheezing sound that it was half a groan, half a laugh.

“That’s was a good night,” he said, rolling them until Em was lying on her back and he was on top of her. His blue eyes, despite being clouded by lust, were still so intense and seemed to be able to look straight into her soul. “But I want you here, in the present with me.”

Henry met her lips so softly and with so much affection that her breath caught in her throat, hand tightening on the sheets beneath her as his mouth descended over her body, kissing and sucking and biting. Lingering over all her pleasure spots and lavishing them with attention.

This was why Em needed to put an end to this thing with Henry. Lately, every time the two of them ended in bed together, it was getting harder and harder to keep the doors closed against the growing feelings in her heart.

To keep herself from not letting the love she felt for her friend Henry to be contaminated by the lust that ignited in her body whenever the two of them fucked, turning this into something else that would definitely end with her heart broken.

“I can hear you thinking,” Henry chided, biting her lower belly and making Em jolt and giggle.

“Sorry, sorry,” she looked down at him with a smile. “Just too much in my head tonight.”

“Let’s see if I can make you relax.”

He smirked at her, his mouth moving lower, planting soft kisses over your hipbones, tongue tracing the waistline on her panties, and anticipation started building in her center. Em wanted to press your legs together to find some kind of friction, but Henry was kneeling between them, his strong hands keeping them open; thumbs rubbing circles on the sensitive inner skin of her thighs and she couldn’t focus on anything else even if she wanted to.

His mouth finally moved lower, tongue teasing her folds through the lace of her panties and she gasped and tried to thrust up but Henry kept her down before hooking his fingers on her panties and pulling them down, exposing her wet cunt to his warm breath and she shivered in expectation.

Henry seemed to be keen on driving her crazy because he was taking it so very slow, kissing and nipping her mound on his way down until finally, his tongue flickered against her clit. Only the briefest of touch but it was enough to make Em buck and moan, her hands coming to his hair and fingers digging in his scalp.

“Stop teasing,” she asked, making Henry chuckle against her and a groan ripped from Em’s throat at the sweet vibrations. “Hen… please.”

“That’s better,” he replied, rewarding her with a broad stroke of his tongue over her slit before he sucked hard on her clit. Her eyes rolled back and she raised her hips to try to get more of it.

Fortunately, Henry seemed to be done teasing because he moved things along, licking and sucking and even nipping very, very gently on her clit, while two of his thick fingers moved in and out of her drenched slit. Every outer motion he crooked his fingers up, hitting right in that spot to make Em see stars.

It was easy to get lost in sensations whenever she was with Henry. He knew her body like the back of his hand and made sure to keep her completely engaged. He kept his eyes on her face, reading her expressions to make sure she was enjoying herself but also because he knew Em loved the sight of him like this, his mouth on her cunt, his eyes dark with his desire for her.

He also made sure to hum and grunt for her, so she could hear how much he loved her taste and smell. Whenever his mouth wasn’t busy, he would also whisper the filthiest things in her ear, because he knew it turned her on.

His free hand roamed her body, touching and kneading her breasts, pinching the nipples to make Em arch and mewl, sending bolts of pleasure that seemed to gather on her core, coiling into a knot of ecstasy that made her writhe and shake. Her body tense with arousal, toes curling and thighs quivering as her orgasm approached like a rushing wave.

Henry also knew exactly when she was close to the edge. Em never needed to let him know and he would always redouble his effort, suck her clit harder, finger her faster, until that knot finally snapped and she arched against his mouth, her release soaking his fingers and chin.

Her body felt weightless like she was floating. Her muscles spasmed with the aftershocks of her pleasure and her mind, always running, was for once pleasantly blank as Em grinned wide, enjoying her high.

She barely noticed when Henry pressed one final kiss to her clit before he crawled on top of her again, meeting her lips and letting Em taste herself. It was one of the things that turned him on, to have her lick her juices from his mouth and chin, letting her tongue running over the rough skin of his stubbled jaw, chasing every last drop and Em felt his cock twitching in response against her hip.

“Fuck me, Hen,” she gasped against his cheek before her lips moved to his ear, nipping the lobe to make him groan. “I wanna feel you deep inside me.”

With her brain still swimming in endorphins, She barely noticed Henry getting up and moving to the bathroom. She only registered the curse he let out as he came back to the room with an empty box.

“Do you have some?”

She gave Henry a look, propped in her elbows. Em was a little too old to go around with condoms in her purse. She kept them on her toiletry bag which was in her suitcase, still at the airport.

“Shit! I really wanted to fuck you tonight.” He dropped the box on the ground, combing his fingers through his hair before climbing on top of Em, his kiss searing and stealing her breath away.

She moaned against his mouth, fingers digging on his shoulders. It had been a while for her and Em shared Henry’s frustration. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling and stretching her in that perfect way only Henry could do.

“Do it,” she declared, meeting his confused gaze. “It’s fine, I have an IUD and it’s not like I’ve been with anyone else in the last four months.”

“Me either,” Henry replied, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, smirking at him. “Fuck me, Henners.” He groaned and glared, making her chuckle. He hated the nickname and Em knew it.

“I’m gonna make you regret that.”

He flashed her a mischievous smirk, reaching between the two of them to guide his cock to her slit, pushing inside in one rough stroke and Em cursed and clawed at his back, the sudden intrusion with just that edge of pain made her clench tighter against him and Henry grunted against her ear, pulling her legs around his waist.

“Fuck, Henry!” she hissed breathlessly, slapping his shoulder blade, which felt more like hitting a brick wall. “A little warning would be nice.”

“You love it,” he smirked down at her and nipped at her bottom lip before grinding his hips against hers, making Em moan. “No point in pretending otherwise.”

His movements started slow and deliberate. Henry’s goal was to drive her crazy all over again because he loved to see Em lose control and he loved to gloat over the fact that he was the only guy that ever managed to make her cum more than once on the same night.

Taking her hands in his and pinning above her head, Henry started to add some more strength to his movements, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making Em mewl at how deep he was going. His mouth on her neck, and collarbone returning to the task of marking her as his, even if the two of them weren’t like that.

Her hips raised as best as she could to meet his movements and welcome him in. Her walls clenching tight as if refusing to let him go and every time, it made Henry grunt and suck harder on her skin before he soothed the spot with his tongue. She arched closer, seeking more as he licked a path from the hollow of her throat to her chin, lapping at the sweat gathering in her skin before his lips met hers again.

Soon, all Em knew was the way their bodies moved in tandem, meeting each other in search of pleasure. Henry praised and whispered dirty things in her ear, while her fingers entwined with his and her heels dug on the small of his back, urging him to move faster, harder, give her everything she craved for.

The knot of pleasure started to form in her core once again, growing and expanding as she could feel every single ridge of Henry’s thick cock filling her up, his pelvic bone slapping her clit at each thrust. She knew he was close too, his motions losing its controlled rhythm, becoming wilder, messy. His grunts turning throatier, his words filthier.

“God, I love your cunt. The way it squeezes me so tight,” he mumbled against Em’s mouth, his breath coming in short pants. “It feels even better without that fucking latex. Shit! I wanna fill you up with my cum. Do you want that? Can I cum inside you?”

“Yeah.” Em nodded, too far gone to form a reply more elaborate than that.

“I wanna see it trickling down your pussy.” Henry’s grin was absolutely filthy and she cried out as his words brought forth her second orgasm of the night.

“Oh fuck, yes!” He grunted his grin widening, his hips snapping harder against hers, dragging out the ripples of pleasure shaking her body. “Just like that! Yeah. Fuck! I’m gonna…”

His words hung in the air as Henry stilled above her, muffling his growl against her shoulder as he spilled inside her and she could feel his cock pulsing against her quivering walls and Em never felt more complete before.

In the back of her mind, a treacherous thought broke free and she couldn’t help but think that she could definitely get used to this. Having Henry every night, without barriers, without anything in the way. Just the two of them. Like it was meant to be.

x(tbc)x Chapter 02

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 10: Myofascial Release

Characters: Captain Syverson x OFC (Shane Benton)

Summary: Shane and Sy decompress after an emotional evening, Shane finds it difficult to get out of her own head and live in the moment, but Sy knows exactly how to help her, and not to be a complete hoe and spoil things, but…things get steamier than ever between our favorite therapist and patient duo.

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Warnings: Language, mature themes, alcohol consumption, the smut you’ve all been waiting for so patiently! (I hope it lives up to your undoubtedly high expectations!)

Author’s Note: Oh gosh, y’all, I am so nervous to post this. Somehow it doesn’t feel like my smuttiest smut. And like, all previous chapters have been kind of leading up to this moment. The good news is, I’ve decided to continue writing this story after the sex. I’ve got some ideas about where to go from here, and I want to keep it going. Plus, it feels wrong to write all of this and then just drop them without a big picture resolution. They’re gonna go through some shit, though. You have been warned.

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Her living room was cast in the low light of the floor lamp she had left on. Intending to come home after dark. Alone. She hated walking into a dark house by herself.

Well, tonight, she wasn’t alone. And although Sy had been to her house before, this was different. They were officially a couple, and they were no longer waiting to express, to the fullest extent, their true affection for one another.

Ever the hostess, despite her nervous tension, Shane asked Sy if he wanted anything to drink, rambling off several options somewhat awkwardly.

“I’m fine, darlin.’” He assured her, stopping her at some point in the rant, before she was completely done. “Do you need something?”

“Umm, I think I should have a glass of wine.” Her eyes darted to the kitchen across her serve-through counter space and landed on her fridge. “I’m…I’m really nervous.”

"Why don't we watch a little TV for a while? You get you some wine, and I'll put somethin' on. What are we watchin', sunshine?"

"Ummmm, something light? Funny? Something I've seen." She wouldn't be able to process anything new or heavy right now.

"I'm on it." he kissed the top of her head and left her side for the sofa, where he plopped himself down like a comfy hound dog, and picked up the remote to her Smart TV.

She smiled as she busied herself in the kitchen. She decided she wanted a snack with her wine. She got a plate of cheese and crackers together first. Then she remembered she had some venison sausage one of her coworkers had brought in, and put that on the plate, too. She got out a chilled bottle of her favorite, cheap moscato and a stemless glass. She couldn't go in there without something for Sy, so she also got a glass of ice water ready for him. She put the whole spread on her big serving tray and took it to the living room.

Sy was already halfway through the first episode of Parks and Recreation.

"I saw this in your 'Watch it again' group, and thought maybe you'd like to re-watch it. I've heard you talk about it a lot, and I've never seen it." He didn't complain at her for taking forever. He just lit up when he saw her. Like it was the first time. And not the hundredth.

"That's perfect, babe. I brought some snacks out, too. Some cheese and crackers, and this really good sausage one of my coworkers brought me. You like deer?" she asked.

"One of my favorite pet names." he teased. "I do, though, yes."

They ate, and laughed, and watched about four or five episodes, it was hard to keep track. But after approximately half the bottle, Shane had summoned some courage. She started playing at the texture of Sy's jeans, running a fingernail across the coarse fabric.

"Hang on, love bug. I want to know somethin.'" she looked up at him, mildly confused. "I'm trying to think of a reason you need to get tipsy to sleep with me that I shouldn't take personally." he rubbed her upper arm, comforting her as no one had done since she was a small child. At least not that she could remember.

"No, Sy. It's not like that. You aren't the problem at all!" she paused. He let her gather her thoughts. She appreciated that he knew she intended to continue and that he didn't rush her to do it. He was patient. And kind. And all of that should have made this whole night easier. But somehow it didn’t.

“I’m the problem." She confessed after a long pause and a deep sigh. "I mean, I’m in my head about it all, I know. But it’s been…almost six years since I’ve slept with anyone, five and a half, at least, and I can’t seem to wrap my head around it now that I know it’s going to happen again.”

He pulled her body into his, squeezing her tightly for one of his soul cleansing hugs.

“Sunshine. Everything will come back to ya. We’ll just go as slow as ya want. I got all night.”

“Okay. Well, I guess, since I’m a bit sleepy from the wine, we should head to bed.”

Sy affirmed the idea, and made to help her put their snacks away in the kitchen.

She got out containers for their leftover food while Sy stoppered the wine, put it in the fridge, and washed their glasses.

She felt his warmth before she felt his touch. He stood behind her, radiating his particular brand of heat for a moment, and taking in the scent of her hair near her right ear. She heard a low rumble from someplace deep in him which slowed her efforts at the counter. His hands were light but very much present on her hips. A whisper against the fabric of the casual but feminine floral dress she’d chosen for the night. But she felt it like the weight of her favorite old blanket, heavy with years and warm comfort.

He kissed her temple, chaste and unassuming. But still full of desperation. She could tell that he was ready. Even without the alignment of their bodies completely giving him away.

“Don’tcha think this stuff can wait a couple hours, darlin'?"

His baritone, breathless in her ear, was soothing her back into the mindset of being with him. His feather touch still lingering at her hips and waist. She thought back to those seminars she'd gone to on manual therapy where the speaker talked in depth about the fascial tissues running all across the various muscles in the human body and how trauma to one part could cause tension in another like a snag in a sweater and how he taught the participants techniques to undo that trauma through myofascial release. Sy was slowly managing to unwind and unbind the taut fibers of her heart and relieve that pain that Elliott, in particular had set into place so firmly when he'd hurt her. Lied to her. Cheated on her. Gaslit her. Made her feel like she'd never be loved if she left him. Made her question the very idea of what love meant. Because if what they'd had was truly love, she didn't want it. Wanted no part of the games or the abuse or the manipulation.

Without fully realizing it, during this time of reflection and healing, Shane had given up the task at her hands and turned to Sy, open to his treatment, as he'd always been so open to hers…or mostly. And she let him kiss her, reciprocating. And hold her, returning his enveloping embrace. She even let him pick her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, resting them on his…all too well-defined bilateral gluteus maximus that she'd had to pretend to ignore for weeks. In the therapist side of her brain, alarm bells were going off. "His knee isn't fully healed! You're gonna undo all of the work you've both done so far! He's gonna hurt himself carrying you around!" but she ignored them and trusted him as he walked to her room.

Shane wanted to say that her bedroom was one of splendor. Immaculately made bed, and overall, the picture of tidiness. The reality was much, MUCH different. Glasses half full of water were everywhere (she may be forgetful, but at least she was optimistic), at least one coffee mug sat on the nightstand from the previous weekend when she took a morning cup of tea in bed with her George Harrison biography. Laundry overflowed from a sorting hamper in the corner, and her bed sat, unmade, littered with crumpled pillows, sheets, blankets, and the pajamas she'd slept in last night. She wasn't the kind of person to make her bed for reasons other than having company over, like the fancy company you had to give a tour of your whole house. She'd tried to be that person numerous times, but it never seemed to stick.

Tonight, though, the guilt that came with sub-par housekeeping skills wasn't plaguing her. Right now, all she felt was the weightlessness of being with Sy, wrapped in him, kissing him, and fully ready for what was about to happen between them, as he fell with her onto her bed. Their heads clunked together awkwardly, invoking a mutual wince, followed by bouts of laughter and playful kisses.

He hovered over her a moment, just taking her in. His fingers ghosting her forehead and cheeks to clear it of the whisps of hair obscuring her face. He seemed to examine her in methodical quadrants. Learning the curves and colors and every wrinkle, freckle, and pore. She was still fully clothed, but she'd never felt so bare and vulnerable.

He left her eyes for last. His gaze drowning her delightfully. Random song lyrics came to mind, "the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake" and she thought yes. That is the precise aesthetic of this man's stare. His expression was inscrutable. She wanted to say he looked happy and content, but she didn't want to presume.

He began tracing the floral pattern on her dress with his fingers, and said, "I really like this dress on you."

She laughed, "Oh, that's the beginning of the oldest line in the book. You know you've already got me in bed, right?"

"No, I…" he chuckled, embarrased. "I mean it sincerely. Seeing you in flowers like this…makes me think they bloom right from ya."

She propped herself up on her elbows, dumbstruck by this uncharacteristically poetic side of him she'd just been shown. She stroked the side of his face.

"The man who came up with the original pickup line is rolling over in his grave attempting to kick himself for not thinking of something so beautiful."

"Yeah?"

"HELL yeah. He would have gotten WAY more lucky with a statement like that."

"You're probably right." he said, pulling her up to hold her in his arms.

"If for no other reason that it would have landed him a higher caliber woman than the floozies that he probably got."

He moaned his ascent against her neck, and continued, "Which would have meant a lot more getting lucky down the road, right?"

"Traditionally speaking, I'd say yes." she laughed, her fingers in his hair, which was barely long enough for the action.

"Okay, I know I said I liked the dress, but…" he tugged at the hemline tucked just under her hips and pulled it off her willing body.

"About time, cowboy!" she smiled, breathless.

He continued kissing her as he unhooked her strapless bra and tossed it aside, into the abyss, where the dress had gone. She was so dizzy from him that she barely noticed he was laying her down until her warm back hit cool sheets. She could feel his touch everywhere at once, despite the fact that he was really only making two or three points of contact.

Shane trembled as Sy peppered her soft body with kisses. She couldn't recall shivering like this before, especially when there was nothing but warmth, even heat, around her. His beard grazing her hips and thighs was sending tremors through her unlike anything she'd ever felt. She was a goner, and he hadn't even truly begun.

His breath against her skin was like lightning in the clouds. A storm began forming within, and all around them from his work on her…and eventually in her. He took the time to remove both of the shirts he was wearing--plaid cotton blend and thick white jersey. She reached out to run her fingertips over his chest, covered in a manly stand of thick, dark hair. It ran over his pecs and down his abdomen…farther, she knew, than was exposed right now.

She wanted to touch him. To return the favor. To stir in him the same tempest he'd stirred in her. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She was a little surprised he wasn't resisting her, but pleased, all the same. She took the heavy weight of him out in some shock…she'd caught outlines and silhouettes often since they'd been together, but he hadn't let her go this far yet. It had made her feel a little slutty at the time, but now, she understood. He was…protecting her, in a way. She handled him curiously, gently, as he'd been with her. Her apprehension, however, grew with him.

"Sy, you're…I…" she wasn't sure what to say. But she had concerns about being rent in two by him.

"I think I remember tellin' ya you wouldn't be laughin,' sunshine." he grinned at her, breathless as she stroked him.

"You were right. But don't get too used to me saying so." she smirked back at him.

He pulled away from her, reluctantly, but eager to get back to tasting her.

She couldn't comprehend what he was doing. But it felt incredible. No one she'd ever been with had made her feel like this. Like her blood was effervescent and her body was aglow like embers. His reaction to her was as much a part of the pleasure as his ministrations themselves. She could tell he was enjoying himself which fed her desire.

She felt a tension coiling inside her, something similar to climaxes past but she could tell, much more intense. What was different? Other than Sy, she didn't know. But it was working. She moaned and writhed into him.

"Yeah, sugar. Let that out. I wanna hear it." he quickened, driving her mad and sending her spinning into her bliss, incomprehensible words and sounds escaping her, growls of satisfaction escaping him, but he didn't stop.

She felt his fingers working inside her to pull another climax from deep within her. This was new for her, as well. Not only was he putting her first, but he was making her a priority in double measure before taking anything for himself. As that pressure built in her again, she felt his gaze on her, hungry and adoring, and she heard his grunts of exertion and she thought, lust. She wasn't sure how many of his digits he'd managed to slide into her, but it felt splendid, and she wanted more. She gripped his arms to convey this desire, words caught in her throat. He dove headlong back down to her, adding his mouth to the onslaught of his hand, and before she could get out more than a "Fuuuu" she was falling apart again, her body spasming and writhing beneath his utter oral perfection. Eventually, she finished the word when she ran out of air and had to take in a large gasp on the "uck."

She watched him kiss around her thighs and hips, in awe of him in his entirety.

Breathless, she asked, "Why are you so good to me, Sy?"

"Well, a wise woman once told me, 'good go to heaven.'" he looked coyly up at her. "I think I'm there, sunshine."

"Ya know, you're the best patient I've ever had." she smiled.

"Well, I should hope so." he boasted as he kissed at her breasts, nipping at the taut, dark bud in the center. She gasped. He let go and continued his ascent.

He had a point. Who could have qualified as a "better" patient than him when he'd given her so much? Even more than what they were doing tonight. His kindness. The love he had always shown her, even when she wasn't ready to see it. His strength, but also his vulnerability that she seemed to be the only one ever to see. Combine that with the fact that his mind was basically a steel trap for her every word and it would have made him more than perfect enough for her.

But as he broke away from her kiss to take off his jeans, she marveled at the shape and size of his whole body. Those thick, strong arms, the broad, defined torso, the massive, powerful legs of an avid runner, and a face that God Himself would probably be jealous of, if He was capable of the feeling. This gorgeous exterior that Michelangelo would have killed to sculpt, combined with all of his other amazing qualities, and he was almost too perfect.

He cuddled up next to her, reached up, and caressed her face, still flush with pleasure.

"I could look at this face, and nothin' else for…damn… hours. Maybe days."

She blushed and cast her eyes down, and half whispered, "The feeling is mutual."

"Then why're you lookin' away, darlin'?" he tilted her chin up. "That shy business is cute and all, but you don't have to hide from me, sweetheart."

"Again, it's not you, it's me." she chuckled, nervously.

"You wanna call it a night, for now?" he asked without a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"You're kidding, right?" she raised her eyebrows. "You did all that work getting me ready for you, and I won't let that be a wasted effort." she pulled him to her and into a deep kiss, rolling onto her back and bringing him with her.

"Oh, sugar, that wasn't no wasted effort. That was time well spent. No matter what." he said in short bursts when he could pull away from her lips.

He lifted himself up and over her, kneeling between her legs, already open for him. She thought he should know how ready she was. Thought it should be painfully obvious. But he asked anyway.

"You ready, sunshine?" he asked, as he opened the condom and rolled it on…damn he was slick! She hadn't even noticed him get it from wherever he'd had it. She presumed his jeans pocket, which would explain much. She had been very distracted by his naked perfection.

"Yes. Please." she had been struck with an urgency as they stood here on the verge of everything.

He sunk slowly into her, the contentment of coming home spread over his face, the bliss of being whole spreading over hers. No, she thought. She was more than whole. She'd always felt mostly whole during sex. Sy made her feel as though she was overflowing with herself. And not just because she was overflowing with him. The way he moved in her, over her, with her, it was like he was afraid she'd turn to vapor around him before he could finish. Like she was nothing more substantial than a bubble full of smoke, and he thought she may burst and disappear. Although, you couldn't tell from the tight grip he kept on her. A bruising grip that she thought might have had a chance of popping a football. She didn't care. She wanted him to touch and hold her like this until they had no more to give each other.

As they built toward their mutual undoing, the world and everything in it faded away. There was no personal drama or injury. Nothing but the euphoria of this newfound oneness. The caresses and thrusts and groans of pleasure were the only things that mattered. Each other, and what they found therein.

“Shane.” He whispered to her, his pinnacle nigh.

“Sy!” She whimpered, that familiar tension approaching its apex.

He kissed her, as if he meant to permanently emboss her onto the bedding and onto his lips. She reeled as she came undone, little sparks of light obscuring her vision for a fraction of a second. He followed her closely, breathless and spent.

He laid down beside her, as close to her as possible, and began drawing mindless circular patterns on her stomach and around her breasts.

“Wow.” She said, almost under her breath.

“How ya feelin,’ sunshine?”

“Mmm, boneless. Dazed. Half wishing we’d done that weeks ago. I didn’t have a clue what I was missing.”

“Oh, I think you had an idea.” He said as he neatly doffed and disposed of the prophylactic in the waste can by her bed.

“Okay, a bit.” She chuckled. “It’s not like you can hide that…thing.”

“And I don’t try to, darlin’!” He kissed her forehead “Well, I don’t hide it just anywhere, put it that way.” He smirked at his dirty joke and she swatted him for it.

“You’re bad!”

“And you love it.”

She couldn’t argue. She loved his badness and his goodness and everything in between.

Up Next: Chapter Eleven- Discharge Plan

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Against all odds - 2.11 + 2.12

For everyone who’s waiting for it ( @willkatfanfromasia maybe?), here are the next chapters. I decided to post two at a time, I hope you like them.

Thanks for your comments, reblogs and likes!

Pairing: Henry Cavill x ofc Summary: Date night! Warnings: not really…mentioning of sex, dick size, masturbation…

Beta by the wonderful @hell1129-blog Thank’s again for your help!

Part 2.1, Part 2.2, Part 2.3, Part 2.4, Part 2.5, Part 2.6, Part 2.7, Part 2.9, Part 2.10

Against all odds - 2.11/2.12

Milton was absolutely right with his prediction of Henry’s upcoming week. It was hard and it was very lonely. Of course they stayed in touch by WhatsApp, but Anna’s days were packed with meetings and presentations so they didn’t chat as much as usual. So besides going to his rehearsals at the Royal Shakespeare Company -which went really well and were a welcome distraction- he didn’t do much but think about her, missing her awfully. He had stopped listening to her playlist after two days because he started feeling guilty for jerking off to these songs, taking her in the smuttiest ways in his imagination. It felt like objectifying her, like experiencing something in his fantasies he should only experience with her in real life. One on one. Together. So there was a lot of bottled-up energy and tension he tried to relieve by working out even more than usual. Running, weight training, riding, cardio on the elliptical or the rowing machine, playing hide and seek with Kal in the woods. He did everything possible to be completely knackered by the end of the day so he would fall asleep immediately before starting to torture his brain with thoughts of Anna and Milton Arnold alone in Brankhurst Castle.

And then on Thursday he got a text from her that turned frustration into anticipation.

“Hi Henry. You know I’ll be back tomorrow night and I was wondering if you might want to come over for dinner on Saturday.”

Woo-hoo…that sounded promising.

“Are you asking me out?”

The time it took her to answer seemed to expend to infinity.

“Yes, I’m trying to. So please don’t turn me down.”

Her insecurity was adorable.

“I never would. You know I can’t resist you. So dinner sounds good. What’s on the menu?”

“Pasta all’ amatriciana maybe? I know you like it hot and saucy 🔥💦”

To his big relief the flirty tone of their last phone call had carried on in their WhatsApp chats since then which meant that she hadn’t changed her mind about opening up to him. And he was willing to make the most of it.

“You know how to make a man happy, Baby. And what’s for dessert? 😏”

“Tiramisu and if you’re a good boy you’ll maybe get an extra treat 🍬”

“I’ll be an angel! Can’t wait to see you again.”

“Well then… I’ll see you around, Cavill.”

And with these words the countdown started for both of them.

Henry literally counted down the hours till their date. He went to the barber’s to get a little trim. He shaved his beard so it would have the perfect two day’s growth on saturday night. Clothes were no problem. Jeans and a shirt would do. He even put a condom in his wallet - just in case. He really racked his brains over that topic. Would this date end with sex? The thought made him quite nervous. Usually he didn’t really think about it too much. He just did it and up to now -as far as he knew- he had never disappointed.

But still, he wondered if Anna would like his equipment and the way he used it. He knew about the rumours on the internet about his dick. Nine inch? Ten inch? He often wondered where this came from. Sure, he was above average, but ten inch? That was a fairy story. Did Anna know about these rumours? Maybe she would be disappointed when he couldn’t come up to her expectations. Or maybe the expectation of 10 inch scared her and she wouldn’t even want to do a reality check. However, he couldn’t do much but wait anyway. So he tried to stay calm and relaxed.

When the big day had finally come, Anna was a nervous wreck, spending half the day making herself look best possible by doing scrubs, face packs and intensive hair treatment. Removing every unwanted hair from her body, she shaved and waxed and plucked till she felt like a naked mole rat. She put on her makeup and got dressed, wearing her sexiest lace underwear, including suspenders and stockings. Due to her height she hated wearing tights that were always much too short for her long legs. A plain black fifties style dress completed her look and when she saw her reflection in the mirror she almost felt pretty.

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An hour before the date Anna rushed around preparing the sauce and finishing the tiramisu, setting the table with her best porcelain on a fine table cloth, decorating everything with flowers and candles.

Henry arrived on the dot, standing on her doorstep with a bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine, being just the gentleman he was. He looked fantastic and once more Anna was knocked back by his absolute gorgeousness. The curly hair, the unbelievably blue eyes, the charming smile his sexy lips formed. Not to mention his hot, fit body, hidden underneath a pair of jeans and a white button down shirt.

“Hi.” she said, sounding shy. Somehow she managed to look him in the eyes.

“Hey Honey”. Henry seemed insecure too. Smiling sheepishly he gave her the flowers. “For you.” “Thanks. Why don’t you come in. Take a seat, while I’m putting these in a vase?”

“Sure. You look really wonderful tonight.” he said and it was a huge understatement. The truth was she looked so absolutely breathtaking, it left him almost speechless.

After a few quite awkward minutes both of them started to loosen up and from that point on the evening went very well. Better than Anna had imagined. The food tasted great and after a week apart they had a lot to talk about. Drinking wine, they were chatting and laughing and flirting and everything seemed perfect till that stupid moment when everything went down the tube.

“So you really enjoyed your time at Brankhurst, didn’t you?” Henry smiled, already feeling a little tipsy.

“Absolutely. The consultant gave me a lot to think about. Some really good ideas that we could translate into practice here at Braxton. And spending a little time with an old friend was wonderful too” Anna explained.

“That’s what he is to you? A friend?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Nothing more?”

“No. Nothing more.” Anna replied, shaking her head, raising one eyebrow slowly. She didn’t like the implication.

“Ok. It’s just… I mean according to Google his Lordship is quite attractive.”

“Don’t call him that. His name is Milton.” Anna snapped. “Did you really google him?”

“Sure. Had to do a background check on the guy you were about to spend so much time with.” Henry grinned but Anna’s expression remained still.

“Is that so?”

“Listen, it’s just… I thought you and him…that might be a thing.”

“Do you really think I would be sitting here with you on a date, if Milton and me was "a thing”?“ She asked doing an air quote.

"No, I don’t. Of course not. I just assumed you and him might have a history or something.” Henry tried to shrug it off now, realizing he was about to piss her off.

And he was right, Anna was really annoyed because his jealous undertone triggered something in her. Lestat’s jealousy had been one of the biggest problems in their relationship. She had never given him one good reason to justify any kind of distrust - in contrast to him who had cheated on her several times. But there had been no logic in his behaviour, his jealousy had been pathological.

“Yes, we do have a history. And the story goes like this. I know Milton all my life. He’s 3 years older than us, so when we were little Jonas and I most of the time were a pain in his ass but he still looked after us, played with us, like an older brother or cousin. When we were teenagers I had a massive crush on him and he hardly noticed I existed because he was to busy flirting with girls his age. Later at Oxford he finally did notice me. And if you must know. Yes, we had a fling back then. One night, a party, too much alcohol and a foolish game that ended up with sex. This happened only once 17 years ago. And today he is one of my closest friends. He’s like a brother to me and I’m a sister to him. And that’s it.”

There was no mistaking the anger in her voice now.

“Anna, I’m sorry. I know this is absolutely none of my business. I didn’t mean to irritate you.” Henry’s voice sounded soothing and he reached over the table to take her hand, but she got up from her chair abruptly, going to the fridge, fetching a bottle of water, suddenly feeling the urge to literally water down the alcohol in her blood. Not used to drinking, she was a little woozy and hated the thought of losing control.

“"No, no… It’s all right.” she said. “I am sorry. I’m overreacting. The idea of me and Milton is ridiculous anyway.” She added, sitting down again. The anger in her voice gone now.

“Really? Why? He’s not you’re type?” Henry winked, the allusion to their conversation a few days ago obvious.

To his big relief Anna laughed.

“Well, Milton is not a man for only one woman. And I don’t like being one of many. It would never work out. As I said, I love him like my own brother, but to be honest, he’s a cheater, unable to be faithful to any woman. But then again, show me a man who is.”

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“Are you trying to tell me you think every man cheats on his woman? You know I’m am man, too, right? Do you think I’m a cheater?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Experience says yes. But you tell me. Are you? And what about your friends, your co-stars, your brothers. All loyal and faithful husbands and boyfriends? No affairs? No one-night-stands?”

Henry hesitated, because he knew that one of his friends had an affair and that some of his male colleagues tried to get in every woman’s pants no matter if they were in a relationship or not.

Anna took his silence as consent.

“See, I just knew it.”

“No, you know nothing. I can only speak for myself but I am faithful and loyal, okay? Our parents taught us to always play fair. In sports, in our jobs and in love. We were taught respect too, and cheating is the most disrespectful thing I can imagine. I would hate it if my woman did this to me and therefore I wouldn’t do it to my girlfriend or fiancee or wife. I have never ever cheated in any of my relationships. And that’s nothing but the truth.”

Now it was Henry who was pissed by her hidden accusation. This was something he heard often. He was a good looking man, famous, popular, with so many opportunities to meet attractive women for meaningless impersonal sex. How could he ever be faithful. People called him a player, assuming he was screwing around and this made him angry because it was unfair and untrue.

“Ok. If you say so.” She didn’t sound convinced.

“You don’t believe me?” Henry asked in bewilderment.

“All I’m saying is, I heard statements like this many times from Lestat. And in the end it always turned out it was nothing but lies.”

“All right.”

He got up from his chair so fast it almost fell over. “I better go now.”

“What? No. Why?”

“Anna, you’ve just called me a cheater and a liar and that’s a lot to process.”

“I haven’t” she said in protest.

“Yes you have. Between the lines maybe, but still. And I really have to think about this. Alone.”

“Henry, please.”

“No. You know what your problem is? You left Germany to escape Lestat and the shadows of your relationship. But he’s still here. In your heart, on your mind and in your thoughts. As long as you allow him to take so much space, he will always be around no matter where you are. Like a ghost clouding your vision so you can’t see that there are good men out there. Men that would never hurt you, men that would die to make you happy.”

And with that he left her cottage, slamming the door behind him.

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nerdzzone · 4 years

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Light After Dark: Chapter Eight

Summary: Brooke Harris was trying her best to be grateful. As the world tackled the COVID-19 pandemic, she was healthy and safe and so was the rest of her family, but her dreams had very quickly been crushed by the economic fallout. Trapped on the quaint island of Jersey with nothing, but free time to wallow in her mistakes, Brooke’s mental health was taking a hit, but when she collides with a handsome stranger she starts to realize that the future might not be so bleak and there might still be a light at the end of the tunnel.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

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May. 27. 2020

Henry: Any plans for this lovely warm day?

Warm felt like an understatement. It was hot. The temperature had shot up out of no where making it feel even warmer than it actually was, but at twenty-four degrees it felt like the height of summer for England.

Me: I'm way ahead of you

Me:

The picture was more revealing than things I'd sent him before, but I was at the beach so it would have been weird to cover up for a selfie. At least that’s what I told myself as I waited eagerly for a response.

Henry: Wow, it looks like I'm missing out

Henry: Do you want some company or are you enjoying the alone time?

Me: I'm always happy to have your company if you want to join!

Henry: Excellent, what beach are you at?

Me: Beauport

Henry: Great, I'll see you soon

I put my phone back under my bag and out of the sun before resting my head down on my arms. The feel of the sun on my back was lovely, just warm enough to feel like I was laying under a nice hot blanket, but not hot enough that it felt like my skin was literally burning. Days like this were my absolute favourite. Anything between twenty-three and thirty degrees was just right for me and I tried to appreciate that this was a moment I wouldn't have had if my plan for the year had worked out.

I was in my own world, still basking in the warmth when a bark and a wet nose pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Kal!" A sharp voice shouted as I lifted my head to see the massive dog above me. "Leave her alone!"

I giggled as he licked my face frantically and reached up to ruffle his fluffy coat.

"It's okay," I assured Henry as he jogged over. "He's alright."

"He knows better than to run off like that," Henry frowned. "But he saw you and bolted."

"Well I appreciate that enthusiasm, but you should listen to your boss, Kal."

He boofed at the sound of his name before darting a few feet towards the sea then running back to Henry. He did it twice more before letting out a bark towards his owner.

"Alright," Henry chuckled. "You can go, Kal. Go!"

Kal didn't even hesitate before shooting off and jumping into the waves. I laughed as I looked over my shoulder at the sight while Henry spread out the blanket that was tucked under his arm and sat down next to me. I rolled over, leaning back on my elbows so it was easier for us to talk.

"He must be so hot in this weather."

"He is," Henry nodded. "But he does well. He's been to some places that are a lot hotter than this."

"Well then he's a trooper," I smiled. "Because much hotter than this and even I get cranky and I don't have a built in fur coat."

"He is," Henry chuckled, but paused as Kal started trying to bite the waves. He whistled sharply, catching his dogs attention. "Kal! Come here!"

The dog happily charged back towards us before flopping down in the sand, panting.

"He's so obedient!"

"I worked hard at that," Henry admitted. "I knew that if I wanted to take him everywhere I go then he had to be well-behaved, but he's still a dog so sometimes he does things that he shouldn't like drinking salt water until it makes him sick."

"Sometimes it's the things we love the most that hurt us," I smiled. "Like humans with alcohol."

"Fair point," Henry laughed. "But at least there's some fun to be had with alcohol, can't say the same with salt water."

"I wouldn't know," I shrugged. "It's not something I've tried."

"Me neither," Henry smiled before leaning back and tilting his head up to the sky, sighing contentedly. "Wow, it's such a nice day today."

"I know, it's perfect. It's hot, but not overwhelmingly so."

Henry looked down at me, a smirk on his face.

"I would imagine that it's hard to be overwhelmingly warm when you're wearing as little clothing as you are."

"It's a bikini," I defended myself, matching his smirk. "We're at the beach, what else would I wear?"

"Oh no, I'm not complaining," Henry assured me. "You look great."

My face heated up at that, but I quietly thanked him and turned my face towards the sun, hoping that it would account for my red cheeks. However, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Henry pulling his shirt over his head and I couldn't help, but take a peek. It was quite a sight to say the least. I'd seen him shirtless in the Witcher of course, but seeing it up close made him seem even more unreal.

The smirk was still firmly planted on Henry's face as he caught my eye and I shook myself out of it.

"Do you have sunscreen on, Mr. Cavill?"

"No," He admitted. "I didn't even think of that before I left the house, but I don't burn too easily so I think I'll be okay."

I frowned at that and reached over to my bag, pulled out my sunscreen and tossed it onto his blanket.

"It doesn't matter if you don't burn easily, it's still bad for your skin to be in sun this strong with no protection," I warned him. "Besides, isn't Geralt supposed to be super pale? Don't give your make-up artists more work."

He laughed, shaking his head at my scolding, but did as I asked after mumbling something about how bossy I was being. I ignored him though. I loved laying in the sun, but was paranoid about the potential damage it could cause so I was very used to friends and family making fun of me for my strict sunscreen rules.

I watched while he applied it to his face, arms and his chest until he turned to me with a problem.

"That's all the places I can reach," He sighed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What if my back burns?"

"I guess you'll just have to keep it against your blanket and out of the sun."

"Or you could do it for me?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but it had suddenly gone dry at the thought of running my hands over the broad, muscled back of the man I was looking at. I quickly took a sip from my water bottle to remedy that problem as he watched me closely waiting for my reaction.

"We're supposed to stay two metres apart," I reminded him, but all I got was a pout in return. The giant, manly, thirty-seven year old man actually genuinely pouted at me. And I was powerless to resist. "Alright, fine. But keep your head forward and away from me the whole time, okay?"

He grinned and nodded as he sat up and leaned forward. I shifted onto my knees before crawling over and settling behind him. I squirted some sunscreen onto my palm and gently placed it against his back. I felt nervous which made me feel silly, but this would be the most physical contact we'd had so far and it felt shockingly intimate as I carefully rubbed my hand across his skin.

His muscles were rock solid and my breath caught in my throat as they quivered under my touch. Tiny little goosebumps rose up on his skin as I took my time, exploring every curve of his shoulder blade and ridge of his spine. We were closer than we'd been since he carried me to the car on the day that we met and it suddenly hit me how much things had changed between us in that short time. A temptation washed over me to press my lips against the soft hairs on the back of his neck, but I pushed the thought out of my head as I rubbed in the last of the sunscreen, knowing it would be inappropriate.

I cleared my throat as I moved back to my blanket, feeling a new kind of heaviness in the air between us. There were a million thoughts running through my brain as we sat in silence until I managed to speak.

"It's really such a shame that you've let yourself go so much these last few months."

Henry stared at me for a moment before laughing and the thick tension between us faded slightly, at least to a point where it wasn't quite so hard to breathe.

"I know, it's embarrassing," He playfully hung his head, sarcasm dripping from his words. "It's going to take me ages to get back into shape before filming starts again."

"Do you have any idea when that will be yet?"

I felt an anxious pang in my stomach as I asked the question. I almost didn't want to know the answer because I knew how disappointed I'd be if it was anytime soon.

"No, not yet," He sighed and despite feeling sympathy for him, I was relieved. "The best guess they can give right now is maybe September, but they don't want to commit to anything because things change so fast these days."

"That's very true," I nodded. "Did you hear about them easing the restrictions here soon?"

"I did," Henry smiled. "Is it on June 10th?"

"The twelfth," I corrected. "Apparently we'll be allowed to have parties with a maximum of twenty people. My mum's already working on a guest list for a barbecue."

I rolled my eyes and Henry laughed.

"Oh, I'm sure my mum will be doing the same. You'd think having a house full would satisfy her, but I think she misses seeing people that she isn't related to."

"I can relate to that," I laughed. "That's why it's been so nice having you to spend some time with."

I thought that might be a bit cheesy, but Henry nodded.

"It has been nice for that," He agreed. "And it doesn't hurt that you flounce around in skimpy pajamas and barely there bikinis to get my attention."

My jaw dropped as he shot me a smug look.

"I am not doing anything for your attention," I protested as he laughed, tossing his head back.

"Oh, sure," He grinned. "All I did was ask what you were doing and you sent me a picture of you half-naked on the beach."

My cheeks were burning, but I laughed as I shook my head in disbelief.

"Okay, but how fast did you get here? It took you less than ten minutes and I know it's at least a fifteen minute drive from your place."

"Maybe if you follow the speed limit," He chuckled. "But the roads were empty so perhaps I went a bit fast."

"Perhaps? Sounds like you were speeding desperately to ogle me in person," I teased. "And then you make me rub sunscreen all over you? I don't think I'm the one desperate for attention here."

"You're the one who was so concerned about my sun protection," He pointed out. "But anyway, my point was that I enjoy spending time with you as well."

I laughed, letting my head fall back so the sun hit my neck and chest.

"I'm not sure I stand by that statement anymore," I mused. "I might need to find someone else to hang out with who doesn't try to wind me up all the time."

"Oh, c'mon, where's the fun in that?"

"The fun is that I keep my sanity," I joked as I pulled my sunglasses off my head and tossed them towards my bag. It was nearing two o'clock and I realized how hot the sun was starting to get. "I think I'm going to go for a swim, do you want to come with?"

Kal leapt up as I pulled myself to my feet, barking happily at me.

"She wasn't talking to you," Henry laughed, ruffling his dog's fur as he stood up as well. "But a swim sounds lovely. That sun is getting intense."

"It is," I nodded as we headed off towards the water. "It feels way hotter than I thought it was supposed to be, but it's refreshing after such a rainy spring."

"Absolutely," Henry agreed as we got to the rocky part of the beach. Closer to the water was more soft sand, but there was a middle stretch of rocks that was proving to be rather inconvenient. "Are you a good swim-"

Half-way through Henry's sentence I went down. The rocks were slippery and I lost my footing, falling on my bum with an embarrassing shriek. Kal bounded over, barking frantically from the commotion as I could barely stand myself up through my laughter.

"Oh my god," I choked out. "I can't believe that just happened."

Henry had his hand on Kal's collar to give me space and there was a smile on his face despite the look of concern.

"Are you okay?"

I got my laughter under control and nodded as I got to my feet.

"Other than my bruised ego, I'm fine."

Henry chuckled and shook his head.

"I can't believe how clumsy you are!"

"I'm really not," I insisted. "Maybe if someone didn't shatter my ankle a few weeks ago, I'd have better balance."

"Oh, sure, blame me! Last I heard, you were insisting that incident was mostly your own fault as well!" He had a valid point, but I just stuck out my tongue as I subtly tried to adjust my bikini bottoms. "You're really okay though? You didn't hurt your ankle again?"

"No, no, I'm fine," I assured him. "Just embarrassed."

He let go of Kal and we resumed our walk, making sure to be extra careful where we stepped.

"So, what I was going to ask was: Are you a good swimmer?"

"I am," I nodded. "We used to spend a lot of time at the seaside when I was a child so I love being in the water."

"That's good," Henry's smirk returned. "Hopefully you're better at sea than on land."

I cringed slightly as another wave of embarrassment at what just happened washed over me, but I couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

"Oh, please," I rolled my eyes. "Don't act like you wouldn't love an opportunity to give me mouth to mouth."

Henry laughed at that, shaking his head in amusement.

"Cheeky girl," He tutted. "But I'll admit, it wouldn't be too much of an imposition if my services were needed."

He shot me a wink and for a brief moment I was actually considering letting myself drown just to give him the chance to save me.

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We stayed at the beach for the next few hours. We swam for a bit with Kal paddling around us as we splashed each other, teased each other and had a very competitive race back to shore that I obviously let Henry win. Once we were back on on our blankets, we lounged in the sun to dry off, but since it still wasn't quite summer it did start to cool off as it got closer to dinner time.

“I should probably head home," I reluctantly said as I checked the time. "I've been here all day, my family probably think I've drowned."

"I don't know about that," Henry smirked. "You are a strong swimmer, they're probably more worried that you've fallen and broken something."

"Piss off," I laughed. "You're so rude."

Henry grinned proudly at getting under my skin once again as I slipped a sundress over my now dry bikini. Henry followed suit, putting his shirt on as I folded my blanket and checked to make sure all my things were tucked safely in my bag.

"How did you get here?" Henry asked as he folded up his own blanket as well. "Did you drive?"

"No, I walked."

"You walked?" He raised his eyebrows. "That's a long way to walk."

"It was a nice morning," I shrugged. "I just popped on an audio book and it didn't feel like such a long trek."

"Fair enough," Henry nodded as we headed towards the parking lot with Kal hot on our heels. "But how are you planning to get home?"

"I hadn't really thought of that," I admitted. "I'll probably call my dad and see if he can pick me up. Otherwise, I guess I'll be walking back too."

"I can give you a ride," Henry offered immediately. "Seems silly for your dad to drive all the way here when we're going to almost the same place."

It was a tempting offer and it did make sense, but I bit my lip nervously. We really were supposed to be staying two metres apart and we'd already been closer than we probably should have been throughout the day. Sensing my hesitation, Henry rushed to assure me.

"We can keep the windows open if it makes you feel more comfortable and I really haven't seen anyone other than you and my family for weeks now."

"We're so bad at this two metres apart thing," I laughed with a shake of my head. "But okay, thank you. I would love a ride home."

"Perfect," He smiled. "I wasn't really going to take no for an answer anyway."

I smiled at that knowing it was probably true. I hadn't known Henry all that long, but I'd already discovered that his dog wasn't the only stubborn one in their little duo. It was nice though. I might not have dated much in the last couple of years, but I knew that chivalry was hard to find and it was becoming more and more clear that Henry really was a true gentleman and I was very grateful to have someone like him around to brighten up the dark lockdown days.

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delirious-and-slightly-murderous · 3 years

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Heyo!! 🤗

So these are what I wanna know about:

Coffee Shop AU (El de MacDonald's)

Disney Princesses (idk why but it sounds real funny to me 🤣🤣🤣)

Marvel AU

(Also, I cant believe you have a WIP named after me "Kal's Dreams Thingy" 😆😆😆 I hope someone asks bout this. It'll be funny as hell to tell what happened)

Kaaaaaaaal!!!!!!!! So glad you asked!

So unfortunately all the things you asked for a VERY in progress WIPs, but here:

So the Coffee Shop AU (el de Macdonald's) is exactly what says on the tin. It's a Coffee Shop AU. The Macdonald's bit is because I started it while sitting at a Mac drinking an atrocious brown liquid that should not dare to call itself coffee. So the core of it is that Martín is a down on his luck engineer that works as a barista at his friends coffee shop. And Andrés is the mysterious writer that comes in almost every day to write because it's the only place around with decent coffee, (but really, it's because of Martín, not the coffee😏.) Here have this:

It's only 8 in the morning, his shift has barely started and Martín already wants to kill himself. He has no one to blame for this fact but himself, he knows this, no one forced him to consume the amounts of alcohol that he did. He was actually quite gleeful while doing so. Now he regrets it. And he blamed Ágata completely, it was her idea to go drinking on a work day, she should have known Martín would be unable to control himself.

And the bitch didn't even have the decency to be apologetic about it, she was blissfully sleeping on her own bed. Because she had forgotten to mention that today she had the night shift.

The midmorning rush is its own kind of nightmare. While mostly the kind of crowd they attract are hipsters and pretentious assholes, today it seems as if every couple in a 5 kilometer radius decided to come in. Martín growls as he deals with lovey dovey couples on top of his hangover. He hates the reminder that he's miserably single and hasn't had a good lay in what feels like years. The only mercy is that at least today there isn't anyone coming in with any screaming children.

He's resting his forehead against the cool wooden surface of the counter and trying to not throw up all over the till when Denver sweps past him with a tray piled high with pancakes, sausages and eggs. The smell that normally makes his mouth water now makes him feel sick.

"Remind me to never ever go out drinking with Ágata again." The younger man whines. It's not the first time either of them has said this. It probably won't be the last.

Martín groans and tunks his head against the counter, which only serves to make everything worse. "Don't complain, that woman of yours took you back home. I, on the other hand, have no one to take care of me and spent the night on Ágata's couch." He lifts up his head and looks directly at Denver. "Do you have any idea how uncomfortable that fucking couch is? My back is all fucked up."

At that moment Raquel comes out of the kitchen with a tray of perfectly golden croissants.

"Guys, come on, you don't get paid to stand around talking. Morning rush is almost over. Move your asses." She says sternly, her hands on her hips.

They both glare at her.

Denver continues on his way and Martín looks up as the door opens once more, dreading even more people coming in. Thankfully it's only that handsome writer guy from the other day. He looks unflappable and perfectly groomed but Martín can see a slightly hassled look about him. He's carrying a small laptop case and a stack of notebooks and papers.

Denver is still busy giving out eggs so Martín takes a deep breath, composes himself and makes sure he's not looking like death warmed over before walking over to take the guys order. Not that he minds in the slightest. The guy is very handsome and exactly his type.

When he gets to the table he can see the man sketching something on a sketchpad. He doesn't manage to make out what it is before the man snaps the pad closed and smiles up at him. His eyes are bloodshot and the circles under them look as dark as his hair.

"Che, you look as bad as I do." Martín grimaces.

The guy's smile recedes a little and his eyes narrow in annoyance. Up close Martín can see he's actually quite disheveled. He looks tired and worn down. Martín feels a sympathetic tugging on his chest, it's a look he has come to know intimately ever since his uni days. He finds it constantly on his own face.

"What a nice greeting. Great customer service, really."

Martín shrugs. "You know me. And I'm too hungover to try to pretend to be nice." He smirks. "You look like you need a big cup of espresso, am I right?"

The man's posture relaxes slightly, smile becoming sincere once more. He scratches at his chin before nodding gratefully. "I would appreciate that."

Martín smiles brightly at him. He definitely likes this guy.

(That's about like around half of what I've got😅.)

So Disney Princesses AU is just kind of like a vague idea at this point.

Basic premise is that it's like your typical Disney movie, ridiculous situations and all. BUT both of them are the helpless princess. They somehow save each other from trouble while also getting in problematic situations themselves. It's just some plot outlines and ideas at this point so I don't have a snippet. But another thing I know is this: Sergio is a talking donkey, and Raquel is the badass kingsguard he falls in love with.

And then finally the Marvel AU has the same problem. It started as a prequel to my fic 'Catch Me When I Fall' then became a sequel and then ended up as an actual Marvel AU. So the idea is that Martín has no powers but he is a genius engineer (a la Tony Stark, except that he's broke) who builds himself a suit, he's kind of a slight amalgamation of Iron Man and Black Widow. Then Andrés is the super powered man out of time, but unlike Captain América he's not a goody two shoes but more of a Loki type of character (or he could be some kind of Doctor Strange, haven't decided yet). Then Sergio is Andrés' demigod half brother who abandoned earth grief stricken after his death. Raquel is the exasperated government agent in charge of assembling the team and making them work or they'll all end up behind bars. The others I haven't decided yet but the whole banda will be there. So it's kind of an enemies to lovers thing while they are saving earth (and doing a terrible job of it). Until Martín gets kidnapped by aliens because of his superior brain and they have to go save him. It all goes downhill from there. Obviously as it's me, it will have a happy ending if I ever get to write it.

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#asks #ask game #berlermo #fanfic #martin berrote #andres de fonollosa #la casa de papel #alternate universe #lcdp #thank you kal #Kal #I really like the Disney one #but it's so in progress it might never see the light #also just #IronStrange!Berlermo #now i want that #😘😘😘

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