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internetminestrone · 19 days ago
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List of Fidgets / Mannerisms
For all the fidgety characters or characters with specific tells, quirks, or body language. You can use this list as creatively as you please! Sometimes, people have little body language tells when they’re lying, or they’re nervous, or flirty, or sometimes just speaking in general. Anyway— without further ado… the list:
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Biting inner cheek
Biting lip
Biting tongue
Bouncing a leg up and down
Clicking a pen repeatedly
Collarbone thrumming
Combing through hair
Cracking knuckles or other joints
Drumming fingers on a surface
Fiddling with clothes (buttons, zippers, jackets, pockets, long sleeves, even the corners of clothing)
Fiddling with hair (twirling, pulling, running fingers through it)
Finger flicking
Finger fluttering
Finger tapping / thrumming against a surface
Humming or making soft noises
Jittering extremities (fingers, hands, legs, feet)
Kissing teeth (when your tongue runs along your teeth, sometimes making a slight squealing noise)
Licking lips
Moving tongue around mouth
Nail biting
Pen tricks (around the finger, tapping, thrumming, tossing)
Picking at nails or skin
Playing with jewellery (pulling on chains / necklaces, pushing up brackets, twirling rings around fingers, removing and putting them back on, etc.)
Popping gum
Puffing out cheeks
Pulling face down with hands
Resting tongue under teeth (I personally do this one— I prefer resting my tongue in the grooves under my canines whenever I’m thinking)
Rocking back and forth
Rolling out ankles
Rolling out neck (like a little 360 of the head around the neck; a head rotation)
Rotating wrists
Rubbing chin / jaw
Rubbing collarbones
Rubbing hands / arms
Rubbing neck / nape of the neck
Rubbing temples
Scratching (head, arms, etc.)
Scrunching nose
Shaking a leg while sitting
Smiling / smirking a lot (while speaking, resting face, etc.)
Spinning objects (like a fidget spinner)
Sticking out tongue
Stretching arms upwards (can be a general stretch or a clasp around the wrist and then stretch)
Stroking hair, a beard or mustache
Swaying
Talking with only one side of the mouth (character might have an asymmetrical face if they do this, fyi)
Tapping feet
Toe tapping
Tossing, turning, or fiddling in hand (keys, paper, bags/purses, bottles, etc. I’ve picked up leaves off the ground to fiddle with them sometimes)
Twirling hair
Twisting fingers or hands together
Typing or tapping on a phone or other device
Unconsciously doodling on paper
Whistling
Wiggling eyebrows
Winking (🥲 apparently I wink a lot when I speak. It gives off the wrong message a lot of the time WHOOPS but yeah, pro tip if you have an accidentally flirty character. Speaking from experience 😔)
Wringing hands
Yawning or stretching excessively
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Hopefully that helps when writing fidgety characters! It’s the way I do a good 80% of the things on this list lmao. Okay anyways— cheers! Happy Writing!
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internetminestrone · 4 months ago
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@shellyshellshell you inspired me to churn out some more! thanks for the encouraging words, you rock! :)
a new chapter - Dennis
A/N: This goes out to everyone who has ever had a landlord. The name Dennis popped into my head before I remembered that Chris Evans character from many moons ago, but that connection made me laugh. It's not the Dennis that appears in this story, unless you want it to be.
This a henry x reader story, where the reader's name is Rose. Because I'm the first reader/writer - the reader normally looks like me. In this edition there is brief mention of Rose being a black woman, so if you simply can't stand that, don't read! If you can stand it and want to be a beta reader on henry x rose moving forward please let me know, I'd be happy to read your work as well!
Also, there might be more segments about this period in Henry x Rose's life. Who knows, stay tuned!
Summary: Henry has something to say.
Word Count: 2800
Content: fluff, slow burn?, reader/Rose briefly described as a black woman. Dennis.
“Move in with me” Henry said, lacing his fingers through yours as you walked down the sidewalk. The warm summer air smelled sweet and the dying sun gave the sky a delicious lavender hue as it faded beyond the horizon. 
“What?!”
“You heard me.” He said, taking another lick of his soft serve.
“Henry I- ''. It wasn’t that you were flabbergasted, although you were. Nobody had ever asked you to move in with them before and when you even dared to imagine what that conversation would be like it hadn’t been like this. So casual. So normal. As if he was just asking you for some of your mint chip. “I don’t know what to say.”
“That’s okay.” he replied, casting his eyes over to yours for a split second before licking his cone again. “You can think about it. But you might want to have some of your ice cream, it’s melting.”
You remembered the dish of ice cream in your free hand, and brought it up to your mouth for a lick. You were more of a dish girl than a cone girl. Cones brought a sense of urgency with them that you just didn’t want when enjoying a frozen treat - that kind of thing was supposed to be relaxing. Yet here you were, with it melting anyways.
You were quiet for a minute as you walked together. It would’ve been easy to say you were thinking about the implications of his ask and wondering if that’s what you wanted, but you weren’t. Instead you were looking at him. He was so calm. The gentle breeze jostled his chestnut curls ,and there was ice cream in his beard, and also on his sweater. 
He’d insisted on ice cream tonight, which had surprised you. While he did have a sweet tooth, normally you’d just pick up a pint of something from the corner store and bring it home to eat on the couch while watching tv together, cuddled together. But you’d had a long day at work, and today was Friday, plus the weather was nice and you’d both been lamenting you needed to incorporate more fresh air into your days. So here you were. Walking back from Nicki’s Ice Cream Parlor, hand in hand, somehow completely unphased that he’d asked you to move your relationship to the next step. Was it the next step? How were relationships and relationship stages even defined anymore.
“What made you think of that, just now?” You said, unclasping your hand from his so you could use the spoon for your ice cream instead of continuing to shove it in your face.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while.” he hummed back, licking a fallen gob of his twist from his hand. “Your landlord sucks.”
“Dennis does not suck.” You protested with a bark of a laugh. “He’s just traveling a lot! For work or whatever.”
Henry shrugged and smirked mischievously. “I don’t know…”
“He’s out of the country!” You smacked his arm playfully with the back of your hand, making Henry smile wider - his big eyes crinkling at the corners. 
“His traveling aside, he’s not good at looking after his property.” Okay true. That was hard to argue with. Your neighborhood was great, all of the townhomes had their own charm even though they looked nearly identical. But, that being said, there were definitely some less-than-stellar options, your rental being one of them. The tiny front lawn was patchy, the tree out front looked rough, the front steps and porch were crumbling, the paint on the front door had seen better days. And that was just the outside of the house.
It was a fixer-upper for sure, except you weren’t going to dump a bunch of money into a place that wasn’t yours. Instead, you built a little nest egg by adding a couple bucks to a jar every time you found something to complain about with the place. That money had quickly eclipsed its container and had been moved into its own savings account. 
The funny thing was it wasn’t even that you needed to save up to move, you could’ve moved ages ago, the jar was supposed to be a reminder to actually do it. But something kept you there. It was predictable, the location was great, and when you could actually nail Dennis down he would come fix stuff for you. If you were being completely honest, maybe you didn’t move because you were holding out on a good reason to leave, a compelling thing to signify that the Dennis stage of your life was over and you weren’t returning.
“No, but I don’t mind. I can fix most of it.”
“But you shouldn’t have to,” Henry said. “That’s supposed to be part of the point of renting. Plus he’s got a crush on you.”
You rolled your eyes as you let the last bit of your ice cream melt over your tongue. “Not this again. There’s billions of guys in the world and the one you get nervous about is Dennis? Oh please.” you said with a smirk. There were probably people out there who appreciated the very specific kind of appeal Dennis brought to the table. 
“Dennis does not make me nervous.” Henry said, straightening up. “I just don’t like how he conveniently happens to find himself at your place whenever he isn’t doing whatever he normally does out of town.”
“You said it yourself, the place is falling apart. He’s doing his job.” You chuckled. There were not many things that bothered Henry, he was cool, calm, and collected as anybody ever. But he did have some sort of thorn in his side when it came to Dennis, it had been that way since the two first met.
“I don’t like how he looks at you, it makes me feel-” he shook his head and tossed the last bit of his cone in his mouth, chewing loudly. “Uncomfortable” he finished between loud bites.
“I just don’t understand why he gets you going like this, it’s just Dennis.” You bit back another laugh, as, although the situation was funny to you, and had been funny for a while, it was absolutely not funny to Henry when he got going. Were you poking the bear a little bit? Yes. Was Dennis the reason he asked you to move in with him? No, but you’re sure getting away from Dennis definitely crossed Henry’s mind. “Dennis isn’t my type.”
“Doesn’t matter!” Henry said, starting to get revved up now. “It’s like…like that time he came over and you gave him ravioli!” he threw his hands up in the air. “Ravioli for goodness sake.”
“I gave him ravioli because he was starving! I could hear his stomach rumbling when I showed him the hot water heater. He’d just gotten off the train, or… the plane? Anyways, he’d just gotten in and came straight over to see what was the matter.”
“If you can hear his stomach growling, he’s too close. You didn’t see the way his little eyes raked over you when you had your back turned.” he growled, cracking his knuckles one after the other, like he often did when he was feeling frustrated.
“No, but-” You stopped to throw out your napkin, dish, and held out your hand for Henry’s napkin too, to throw in the street trash can as you passed. “lots of people probably look at me when I’m not looking at them. It’s sort of the more polite way to do it.” You glanced up at him as you dusted off your hands on your jeans before setting off again.
If Henry knew you were being cheeky to spite him, he didn’t care, because now he was rolling. “But he did it right in front of me. As if I wasn’t even there! And then there’s the flirting that followed!”
“He said it smelled good, which it did, because we’d just finished making homemade ravioli. Then he said, if I recall, something about the natural light in the space and complimented me on how I had rearranged some of the decor since the last time he dropped by. Then he said he liked my hair. That’s not quite flirting, he was making conversation. He’s sort of hyper-friendly.”
“You had just gotten braids for the summer when he said that.” Henry pointed out. “Long ones.”
“They’re always long!” You said, twirling one between your fingertips, “That’s half the point!”
“He was staring at your chest and found the perfect excuse. Might I add, also right in front of me.”
“I’m confused if the part that makes you uncomfortable about Dennis is that he checks me out, or the fact that he ignores you.” You stopped to read a sign taped to a telephone pole about a lost cat, and mentally filed it away to remember next time you were out on a walk.
You could feel Henry brewing behind you, as you turned back around to set off once again towards. home. You were right, of course, his brow and nose were scrunched together as if he’d just smelled a skunk. “I don’t care that he ignores me.” he said slowly, the gears in that brain of his spinning so hard as he processed each word you could basically see them through his forehead. “I care that he ignores me when it comes to you. Other times, when guys look at you they cut it out once I give them a big fat only-one-warning look. Dennis couldn’t care less.”
“Okay but that being said, it sounds like you don’t like him disrespecting you by looking at me.” Suddenly this was a little less funny. “Does that sound about right?”
He could sense that something changed with you, his face, once angry-tense, was now sort of realization-and-uh-oh-tense instead. “Maybe… which is fucked up.”
“Yeah.” You let out a soft sigh and started to pick up the pace a bit, hoping to out-walk the way this “funny” conversation had taken a turn.
“Baby.” Henry brought you both to a stop and stood before you, reaching down to take both of your hands in his. “It’s fucked up. But the part of my brain that does the thinking and not the feeling knows that it's irrational, it’s Dennis. But more than that? The bigger, more mature part of me is more hurt that he’s disrespecting you. Because before you were ever mine, even still while you are, you are yours Rose. And I’m a fucking idiot, also - that less mature part, but also all of the parts. By the way.”
“I know.” you said, lips curving up just a touch.
“You know?” gently, he brought his hand up to tilt your face back up towards his. Until there you were, standing close together under the light of the streetlamps, eyes locked on one another.
“I’ve known since the day we met, you oaf.” You replied, sliding a hand to rest on his chest comfortingly. The feel of his heartbeat in your hand, slowly speeding up as you leaned into his palm, would never stop making you feel like you riding on a carousel in the sky.
“Not just any oaf baby. Your oaf.” His eyes darted down to your tongue as it moved to moisten your lips. He took a deep slow breath, still holding your gaze. “I want to kiss you.” he murmured, barely over a whisper, both of you standing there, still entranced by one another.
“I want you to kiss me too” His free arm wrapped around your waist pulling you to him, his hand was warm and sturdy on your back. Something about that always made your knees weak, knowing he could literally toss you about like a sack of potatoes by the seat of your pants if he wanted to. And you weren’t a tiny little thing.
Your hand spread a bit, massaging his chest as you let your eyes flutter closed. You could smell the chocolate on his breath as he got close, and could practically taste it as you opened your mouth a bit in willing invitation. His tongue glided past your upper lip -
HONK! HONK HONK HONK!
You stepped apart, somewhat dizzy from the shock of the car speeding towards you with its magnificently bright headlights. Disoriented you looked around, trying to gauge what on earth was going on. Apparently all of that conversation had lasted longer than you thought because there was your place just up ahead. And, wait. Didn’t you know that car?
“You’ve got to be kidding me” Henry said curtly, but even with your now starry vision you saw that some of the lightness from before this whole thing was back in his eyes and in his posture. You grabbed his hand and walked swiftly towards your home, and it wasn’t until you got on the front steps that the person in the car - who had parked across the street- called out your name.
“Rose!” There he was, waving wildly in your direction as he quickly darted over after making sure the road was free to oncoming traffic.
“Dennis…” You replied flatly, sure that the smile you plastered on your face looked even more fake than it felt. “What a surprise.” You handed the keys in your pocket to Henry in an effort to give Dennis your full attention. Normally he didn’t just show up, unannounced, for no reason. Henry gave your hand a squeeze and you knew he was there to back you up, but that you were in charge here.
“Did you not get my text? I texted…?” Dennis trailed over, doing something of a jog towards you.
“Ohhh. No sorry Dennis, Henry and I went out for a bit and I left my phone here.”
“That’s a-okay! I just got back from Greece and you had texted me a while ago about that disposal in the sink acting up? I just felt so bad. Anyways, these are for you! As an apology present.” And then there was a big bouquet of flowers held out in your direction.
Your eyes widened. Henry’s presence shifted from annoyed to alert. “Oh Dennis. Wow.”
“Yes, yes, please! Have them. They aren’t from Greece of course, ha!”
“Ummm.” You heard Henry unlock the door behind you softly, and wished you had gotten home just a tiny bit faster. “Wow.” Dennis thrust the flowers out towards you again, but you slipped your hands in your pockets to avoid them.
“So, tell me more about the issue. I know you did type it all out but it’s escaping me.” Dennis said with a little laugh as he took a few steps up towards you and towards the door.
“Um- you know what Dennis, it’s late.”
“That’s okay! I don’t want you to go without for even one second longer. Plus we should get these flowers in some water.” he smiled brightly up at you. Greece had certainly treated him well. His face was redder than usual and peeling around the nose. He wore a suit coat over some sort of linen-ish shirt, with shorts and dress shoes. Maybe this was all that was left in his closet and he hadn’t unpacked? The flowers were gorgeous. And expensive looking. It was quite a large bouquet, and much fancier than something you would find at a supermarket. Was this the first time he’d ever brought you flowers? No. But in light of your night with Henry, they were definitely hitting differently.
“It’s really alright. Henry actually helped me sort part of it out. You just need to replace part of the connector that goes under the sink, why don’t I send you the information in the morning? You can have it shipped here and we can handle the install so you don’t have to keep driving out here, so far out of your way..”
Dennis’ face faltered. “You didn’t need to do that Rose, I can take care of you, I mean uh, all that for you.”
Oh brother. What a time for a freudian slip. “That’s so kind Dennis,” You tried to make your smile look even brighter and even more positive. “But it’s no big deal. Honestly, the whole thing can wait for the next tenant. I’m sure they’ll appreciate some updates around here, and it’s so hard to find a good landlord these days.”
His face twisted, his grip on the flowers loosening causing them to tilt towards the ground. “Next tenant?”
“Oh yes”, you said casually, as Henry swung open the front door behind you and stepped in. “You know what you should drop those flowers with Ms. Merishism four houses down, she’s always up and this hour you know. She’d die to see you!” You walked into the house and causally slid off your coat and hung it on the coat rack. “I was going to call you on Monday.” you said slowly, the words bubbling up on my tongue as you faced Dennis once more, with your hand on the door. “It’s time for me to move out.”
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internetminestrone · 4 months ago
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a new chapter - Dennis
A/N: This goes out to everyone who has ever had a landlord. The name Dennis popped into my head before I remembered that Chris Evans character from many moons ago, but that connection made me laugh. It's not the Dennis that appears in this story, unless you want it to be.
This a henry x reader story, where the reader's name is Rose. Because I'm the first reader/writer - the reader normally looks like me. In this edition there is brief mention of Rose being a black woman, so if you simply can't stand that, don't read! If you can stand it and want to be a beta reader on henry x rose moving forward please let me know, I'd be happy to read your work as well!
Also, there might be more segments about this period in Henry x Rose's life. Who knows, stay tuned!
Summary: Henry has something to say.
Word Count: 2800
Content: fluff, slow burn?, reader/Rose briefly described as a black woman. Dennis.
“Move in with me” Henry said, lacing his fingers through yours as you walked down the sidewalk. The warm summer air smelled sweet and the dying sun gave the sky a delicious lavender hue as it faded beyond the horizon. 
“What?!”
“You heard me.” He said, taking another lick of his soft serve.
“Henry I- ''. It wasn’t that you were flabbergasted, although you were. Nobody had ever asked you to move in with them before and when you even dared to imagine what that conversation would be like it hadn’t been like this. So casual. So normal. As if he was just asking you for some of your mint chip. “I don’t know what to say.”
“That’s okay.” he replied, casting his eyes over to yours for a split second before licking his cone again. “You can think about it. But you might want to have some of your ice cream, it’s melting.”
You remembered the dish of ice cream in your free hand, and brought it up to your mouth for a lick. You were more of a dish girl than a cone girl. Cones brought a sense of urgency with them that you just didn’t want when enjoying a frozen treat - that kind of thing was supposed to be relaxing. Yet here you were, with it melting anyways.
You were quiet for a minute as you walked together. It would’ve been easy to say you were thinking about the implications of his ask and wondering if that’s what you wanted, but you weren’t. Instead you were looking at him. He was so calm. The gentle breeze jostled his chestnut curls ,and there was ice cream in his beard, and also on his sweater. 
He’d insisted on ice cream tonight, which had surprised you. While he did have a sweet tooth, normally you’d just pick up a pint of something from the corner store and bring it home to eat on the couch while watching tv together, cuddled together. But you’d had a long day at work, and today was Friday, plus the weather was nice and you’d both been lamenting you needed to incorporate more fresh air into your days. So here you were. Walking back from Nicki’s Ice Cream Parlor, hand in hand, somehow completely unphased that he’d asked you to move your relationship to the next step. Was it the next step? How were relationships and relationship stages even defined anymore.
“What made you think of that, just now?” You said, unclasping your hand from his so you could use the spoon for your ice cream instead of continuing to shove it in your face.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while.” he hummed back, licking a fallen gob of his twist from his hand. “Your landlord sucks.”
“Dennis does not suck.” You protested with a bark of a laugh. “He’s just traveling a lot! For work or whatever.”
Henry shrugged and smirked mischievously. “I don’t know…”
“He’s out of the country!” You smacked his arm playfully with the back of your hand, making Henry smile wider - his big eyes crinkling at the corners. 
“His traveling aside, he’s not good at looking after his property.” Okay true. That was hard to argue with. Your neighborhood was great, all of the townhomes had their own charm even though they looked nearly identical. But, that being said, there were definitely some less-than-stellar options, your rental being one of them. The tiny front lawn was patchy, the tree out front looked rough, the front steps and porch were crumbling, the paint on the front door had seen better days. And that was just the outside of the house.
It was a fixer-upper for sure, except you weren’t going to dump a bunch of money into a place that wasn’t yours. Instead, you built a little nest egg by adding a couple bucks to a jar every time you found something to complain about with the place. That money had quickly eclipsed its container and had been moved into its own savings account. 
The funny thing was it wasn’t even that you needed to save up to move, you could’ve moved ages ago, the jar was supposed to be a reminder to actually do it. But something kept you there. It was predictable, the location was great, and when you could actually nail Dennis down he would come fix stuff for you. If you were being completely honest, maybe you didn’t move because you were holding out on a good reason to leave, a compelling thing to signify that the Dennis stage of your life was over and you weren’t returning.
“No, but I don’t mind. I can fix most of it.”
“But you shouldn’t have to,” Henry said. “That’s supposed to be part of the point of renting. Plus he’s got a crush on you.”
You rolled your eyes as you let the last bit of your ice cream melt over your tongue. “Not this again. There’s billions of guys in the world and the one you get nervous about is Dennis? Oh please.” you said with a smirk. There were probably people out there who appreciated the very specific kind of appeal Dennis brought to the table. 
“Dennis does not make me nervous.” Henry said, straightening up. “I just don’t like how he conveniently happens to find himself at your place whenever he isn’t doing whatever he normally does out of town.”
“You said it yourself, the place is falling apart. He’s doing his job.” You chuckled. There were not many things that bothered Henry, he was cool, calm, and collected as anybody ever. But he did have some sort of thorn in his side when it came to Dennis, it had been that way since the two first met.
“I don’t like how he looks at you, it makes me feel-” he shook his head and tossed the last bit of his cone in his mouth, chewing loudly. “Uncomfortable” he finished between loud bites.
“I just don’t understand why he gets you going like this, it’s just Dennis.” You bit back another laugh, as, although the situation was funny to you, and had been funny for a while, it was absolutely not funny to Henry when he got going. Were you poking the bear a little bit? Yes. Was Dennis the reason he asked you to move in with him? No, but you’re sure getting away from Dennis definitely crossed Henry’s mind. “Dennis isn’t my type.”
“Doesn’t matter!” Henry said, starting to get revved up now. “It’s like…like that time he came over and you gave him ravioli!” he threw his hands up in the air. “Ravioli for goodness sake.”
“I gave him ravioli because he was starving! I could hear his stomach rumbling when I showed him the hot water heater. He’d just gotten off the train, or… the plane? Anyways, he’d just gotten in and came straight over to see what was the matter.”
“If you can hear his stomach growling, he’s too close. You didn’t see the way his little eyes raked over you when you had your back turned.” he growled, cracking his knuckles one after the other, like he often did when he was feeling frustrated.
“No, but-” You stopped to throw out your napkin, dish, and held out your hand for Henry’s napkin too, to throw in the street trash can as you passed. “lots of people probably look at me when I’m not looking at them. It’s sort of the more polite way to do it.” You glanced up at him as you dusted off your hands on your jeans before setting off again.
If Henry knew you were being cheeky to spite him, he didn’t care, because now he was rolling. “But he did it right in front of me. As if I wasn’t even there! And then there’s the flirting that followed!”
“He said it smelled good, which it did, because we’d just finished making homemade ravioli. Then he said, if I recall, something about the natural light in the space and complimented me on how I had rearranged some of the decor since the last time he dropped by. Then he said he liked my hair. That’s not quite flirting, he was making conversation. He’s sort of hyper-friendly.”
“You had just gotten braids for the summer when he said that.” Henry pointed out. “Long ones.”
“They’re always long!” You said, twirling one between your fingertips, “That’s half the point!”
“He was staring at your chest and found the perfect excuse. Might I add, also right in front of me.”
“I’m confused if the part that makes you uncomfortable about Dennis is that he checks me out, or the fact that he ignores you.” You stopped to read a sign taped to a telephone pole about a lost cat, and mentally filed it away to remember next time you were out on a walk.
You could feel Henry brewing behind you, as you turned back around to set off once again towards. home. You were right, of course, his brow and nose were scrunched together as if he’d just smelled a skunk. “I don’t care that he ignores me.” he said slowly, the gears in that brain of his spinning so hard as he processed each word you could basically see them through his forehead. “I care that he ignores me when it comes to you. Other times, when guys look at you they cut it out once I give them a big fat only-one-warning look. Dennis couldn’t care less.”
“Okay but that being said, it sounds like you don’t like him disrespecting you by looking at me.” Suddenly this was a little less funny. “Does that sound about right?”
He could sense that something changed with you, his face, once angry-tense, was now sort of realization-and-uh-oh-tense instead. “Maybe… which is fucked up.”
“Yeah.” You let out a soft sigh and started to pick up the pace a bit, hoping to out-walk the way this “funny” conversation had taken a turn.
“Baby.” Henry brought you both to a stop and stood before you, reaching down to take both of your hands in his. “It’s fucked up. But the part of my brain that does the thinking and not the feeling knows that it's irrational, it’s Dennis. But more than that? The bigger, more mature part of me is more hurt that he’s disrespecting you. Because before you were ever mine, even still while you are, you are yours Rose. And I’m a fucking idiot, also - that less mature part, but also all of the parts. By the way.”
“I know.” you said, lips curving up just a touch.
“You know?” gently, he brought his hand up to tilt your face back up towards his. Until there you were, standing close together under the light of the streetlamps, eyes locked on one another.
“I’ve known since the day we met, you oaf.” You replied, sliding a hand to rest on his chest comfortingly. The feel of his heartbeat in your hand, slowly speeding up as you leaned into his palm, would never stop making you feel like you riding on a carousel in the sky.
“Not just any oaf baby. Your oaf.” His eyes darted down to your tongue as it moved to moisten your lips. He took a deep slow breath, still holding your gaze. “I want to kiss you.” he murmured, barely over a whisper, both of you standing there, still entranced by one another.
“I want you to kiss me too” His free arm wrapped around your waist pulling you to him, his hand was warm and sturdy on your back. Something about that always made your knees weak, knowing he could literally toss you about like a sack of potatoes by the seat of your pants if he wanted to. And you weren’t a tiny little thing.
Your hand spread a bit, massaging his chest as you let your eyes flutter closed. You could smell the chocolate on his breath as he got close, and could practically taste it as you opened your mouth a bit in willing invitation. His tongue glided past your upper lip -
HONK! HONK HONK HONK!
You stepped apart, somewhat dizzy from the shock of the car speeding towards you with its magnificently bright headlights. Disoriented you looked around, trying to gauge what on earth was going on. Apparently all of that conversation had lasted longer than you thought because there was your place just up ahead. And, wait. Didn’t you know that car?
“You’ve got to be kidding me” Henry said curtly, but even with your now starry vision you saw that some of the lightness from before this whole thing was back in his eyes and in his posture. You grabbed his hand and walked swiftly towards your home, and it wasn’t until you got on the front steps that the person in the car - who had parked across the street- called out your name.
“Rose!” There he was, waving wildly in your direction as he quickly darted over after making sure the road was free to oncoming traffic.
“Dennis…” You replied flatly, sure that the smile you plastered on your face looked even more fake than it felt. “What a surprise.” You handed the keys in your pocket to Henry in an effort to give Dennis your full attention. Normally he didn’t just show up, unannounced, for no reason. Henry gave your hand a squeeze and you knew he was there to back you up, but that you were in charge here.
“Did you not get my text? I texted…?” Dennis trailed over, doing something of a jog towards you.
“Ohhh. No sorry Dennis, Henry and I went out for a bit and I left my phone here.”
“That’s a-okay! I just got back from Greece and you had texted me a while ago about that disposal in the sink acting up? I just felt so bad. Anyways, these are for you! As an apology present.” And then there was a big bouquet of flowers held out in your direction.
Your eyes widened. Henry’s presence shifted from annoyed to alert. “Oh Dennis. Wow.”
“Yes, yes, please! Have them. They aren’t from Greece of course, ha!”
“Ummm.” You heard Henry unlock the door behind you softly, and wished you had gotten home just a tiny bit faster. “Wow.” Dennis thrust the flowers out towards you again, but you slipped your hands in your pockets to avoid them.
“So, tell me more about the issue. I know you did type it all out but it’s escaping me.” Dennis said with a little laugh as he took a few steps up towards you and towards the door.
“Um- you know what Dennis, it’s late.”
“That’s okay! I don’t want you to go without for even one second longer. Plus we should get these flowers in some water.” he smiled brightly up at you. Greece had certainly treated him well. His face was redder than usual and peeling around the nose. He wore a suit coat over some sort of linen-ish shirt, with shorts and dress shoes. Maybe this was all that was left in his closet and he hadn’t unpacked? The flowers were gorgeous. And expensive looking. It was quite a large bouquet, and much fancier than something you would find at a supermarket. Was this the first time he’d ever brought you flowers? No. But in light of your night with Henry, they were definitely hitting differently.
“It’s really alright. Henry actually helped me sort part of it out. You just need to replace part of the connector that goes under the sink, why don’t I send you the information in the morning? You can have it shipped here and we can handle the install so you don’t have to keep driving out here, so far out of your way..”
Dennis’ face faltered. “You didn’t need to do that Rose, I can take care of you, I mean uh, all that for you.”
Oh brother. What a time for a freudian slip. “That’s so kind Dennis,” You tried to make your smile look even brighter and even more positive. “But it’s no big deal. Honestly, the whole thing can wait for the next tenant. I’m sure they’ll appreciate some updates around here, and it’s so hard to find a good landlord these days.”
His face twisted, his grip on the flowers loosening causing them to tilt towards the ground. “Next tenant?”
“Oh yes”, you said casually, as Henry swung open the front door behind you and stepped in. “You know what you should drop those flowers with Ms. Merishism four houses down, she’s always up and this hour you know. She’d die to see you!” You walked into the house and causally slid off your coat and hung it on the coat rack. “I was going to call you on Monday.” you said slowly, the words bubbling up on my tongue as you faced Dennis once more, with your hand on the door. “It’s time for me to move out.”
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The 27th
A/N - I used to write all the time but I never posted. Now I also never write lol. So this is a cute snapshot piece to encourage me to do more of both.
Here’s to the great tumblr writers for the inspiration to imagine and share a “Henry” of my very own. @ellethespaceunicorn @littlefreya @sillyrabbit81 @shellyshellshell @peyton-warren and so many more. If you’re a Henry girlie like me or just a fun-fanfic girlie (also like me), read, comment on, and reblog everything they’ve got :)
Summary - You [Rose] have had a day and he [Henry] is there.
Word Count - 1550ish
Warnings - Fluff. Workaholic-ing.
“Oh for heaven’s sake”. As if the day couldn’t get any better, the second you stepped out of your car - a car which you had spent the last hour inside thanks to stand-still traffic - the sky opened up, and released the nasty kind of rain that only happened during a summer storm.
Conveniently - in your hurry to escape the office, you had forgotten your umbrella, and of course, the parking space right in front of your townhouse had been taken, so you had to park six houses down. Fantastic.
Clutching your bag close to your body with one hand, and the other shielding your eyes from the rain, you made a mad dash towards your front door. It was lucky, really, that you made it there, and up the steps without incident. But, standing there realizing you’d left your keys in your car was the last straw.
You began to laugh. Mouth open wide, eyes shut tight, laughing harder than you had in a long time. Because, really, who the hell cares and also - you’ve had a hell of a day. Nobody could see you, standing out here looking utterly maniacal. It had been a day that’s for sure, and now, this was as low as you could get.
“Rose, honey?”
You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the door opening, and there, his large frame, cloaked by the light of your living room, was your boyfriend, looking positively bewildered at the scene - as he should be, you did look unhinged at best - but also …
“Henry?” Your brow furrowed, “What are you doing here?” 
“What am I doing here?” he cocked an eyebrow at you and his hazel eyes flashed wide. “Hon, I got here at six.”
Six? Got here at six, why on earth would he have - oh. Shoot. Shoot. “It’s the 27th?!” Your face tightened and you brought your palm to your forehead as the realization struck you like a load of bricks to the face.
“I know, I know. I texted you around lunch to remind you.” He said his shoulders lifted lightly into a casual shrug. He must’ve been reading, he still had his glasses on. Here he had been, reading and waiting up for you. How horrible!
“My phone died after my 10am meeting, and my charger decided today was the day to crap out on me.” You said, with enthusiastic gestures of your hands. “I mean, seriously, and then it was just back to back all day and then I was trying to leave but Sandra needed help on the Phillips-Miller account, and I had to track this thing down for Doug, and well. Now, it’s- what time is it?”
“8:45” Henry replied, relaxing against the doorframe as he held the door ajar. 
“8:45. Well, really 7:30 but then there was all this traffic because of the work they’re doing on the North side which I forgot about. And then I get here, and it’s suddenly raining-”
“And it’s still raining, so why don’t we come inside.” 
“- It’s raining and my umbrella, I can just picture it in the office right next to the coat hook,” You said, turning to point back towards your car briefly and then was back to him, “and my parking spot was taken so I had to park way down there and I-”
“Hey Rose?”
You took a big gulp of air, mid sentence as you continued, “- I just had to run over here to try not to get so wet, and then I get here , and my keys are just-”
Then his warm hands were clasping yours and slowly, yet forcibly, pulling you into the warmth and bright hospitable light of your home. You were silenced - stunned to silence rather. He pulled you into his chest, to get you clear of the swing of the door as he closed it behind you.
The soft cotton of his shirt felt heavenly against your face, even if just for a second before he pivoted you again, towards the easy chair in the corner and sat you down - taking your bag from you and placing it carefully on the floor, then removing your glasses and putting them on the table besides you, before gently getting on his knees and reaching for your drenched shoes, sliding them off one after the other.
“I’m sorry” You whispered quietly through chattering teeth, the dampness of the rain had chilled you to the core, the feeling crept from your soaked hair down your spine. 
“For what?” Henry asked, standing to nab a blanket out of the basket near the windows. 
“For -'' You paused, considering. “I could’ve asked someone for a charger.” You finally replied, watching him select the warmest blanket of the bunch and step back towards you.  
“I could’ve called your work number.” He said, bundling you up tight with a smile. “But I didn’t.” He stood and crossed over behind the couch into the kitchen. “Rosehip or Chamomile?”
“Yeah, you could've.” You rolled your eyes. “But why would you have?! You never call my work phone.”
“But if I really needed to get a hold of you I could’ve. Rosehip or Chamomile?” He grabbed two mugs and the electric kettle from the cabinet by the fridge; set the mugs down and walked to the sink to fill the kettle up.
“Then you should’ve!”
“But I didn’t. Rose, pay attention here, what kind of tea would you like?” He said holding up the two options so that you could see, weighing them back and forth in his hands.
“You should’ve.” You said slumping in your chair. “Seriously.”
“Okay,” He said, rolling his eyes, “We’ll have chamomile, my second favorite. And seriously, it’s not that big of a deal.” Henry put the carton of Rosehip tea away, plucked out two Chamomile tea bags from the box, placing one in each mug.
“But you should’ve called my work phone!” You grumbled, loudly in his direction.
“Rose.” His voice was calm, yet firm. “I could’ve done that. I didn’t. Me not doing that isn’t something you are now responsible for.”
You pulled the blanket tighter and brought your feet up on the chair. Sometimes bad days only get worse. You let your head fall into your blanketed knees in front of you. “I feel terrible, I ruined your day. Maybe even your -.”
“You didn’t ruin my day.” he said, clicking on the kettle and walking back over to you. “When I got here and saw you were still at work, I called it off. We were going to be early anyway, so there was plenty of time to let them know, and also it really wasn’t that big of a deal.” He sat in the chair next to you, and carefully reached across to tug your feet into his lap. “So I came in and decided to stay awhile. If you weren’t home by 9:30 I was going to drive up and get you.” The feeling of his hands on your feet, your sore and frozen feet, felt like magic.
“Now you really didn’t need to think about doing that '' You mumbled, feeling little bits of your stress melt away as his thumbs kneaded into the ball of your left foot.
“I hate it when you drive home so late. Ugh, it makes me nervous.” Henry said shuttering. He put your left foot down carefully in his lap, and picked up your right.
“Nothing would’ve happened! Nothing ever happens, I’m a good driver and I always have Stan to walk me to my car if I need to.” You protested, toes folding as Henry skimmed a ticklish spot in the crevice next to your big toe.
“Not yet it hasn’t. I’ve got the time, I can drive you when it gets late, that way you can rest on the way home.”
“Nothing-” You began, the pitch of your voice rose indignantly.
“No no no. We’re not playing this game again. Case and point. It’s not even 9:15 and you’re exhausted.”
You meant to say “no I’m not”, but instead you let out a massive and loud yawn, and your eyes fluttered, suddenly feeling heavy. You re-adjusted the blanket around you again, pulling it practically up to your nose. Henry chuckled. “Yeah. Exactly.”
He moved your feet out of the way as he stood, extending his arms out straight above his head, and tilting side to side to crack his back. Then he walked over towards the whistling kettle, and said, “Why don’t you get those wet clothes off and hop in the shower while I heat up something to eat.”
“You don’t have to do that.” You replied somberly.
“I want to.” he said, then eyes sparkling, he added, “You’re making me cold, looking at you all bundled up over there with your wet clothes and wet hair and wet socks.”
“okay” You groaned, getting to your feet. He was right of course. You were positively soaked, and the blanket was nice, but also like putting scotch tape on the Hoover Dam. Not entirely helpful.
You slid your feet one at a time, across the hardwood floor and into the kitchen where Henry waited for you with your warm mug of Chamomile tea. “Take this with you” he said, depositing the deliciously hot cup in your hands. “It will heat you up while you get the shower running.”
“Can’t I take you with me?” you said cheekily, fighting a grin. “To heat me up even when the shower’s running?”
Henry’s mouth fell open in mock surprise and chuckled, then took a few fast steps towards you, prompting you to skitter away towards the stairs giggling all the way. “Don’t tempt me with a good time baby.” he called after you, all smiles. 
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What is... a plot hole?
A plot hole refers to a gap or an inconsistency in a storyline. They contradict events in the story that can go from hurting the flow of the plot to even make the whole story unbelievable.
There are different types of plot holes: continuity errors, unresolved storylines and unanswered questions, a change in a character's background story, timeline errors, or events that would simply be impossible in that story.
Plot holes can be small and not neccessarily that relevant to the overall plot, like a character changing their eye colour halfway through the story or a character not knowing something inconsequential that they had asked a few chapters before already.
But they can also be big and quite hard to ignore. This includes scenes in which suddenly someone has a phone to call the police, when they didn't have a phone before and there was no mention of reception problems. Or a character has powers that they only use sometimes when the plot calls for it, but is helpless in other situations. It can include big unanswered questions and endings that just don't make sense.
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All I’m saying is that you wouldn’t judge others whatsoever for having these struggles and difficulties, so why are you treating yourself like you deserve to be offed for it?
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let's agree that whatever gets defunded - funds shall get rerouted to libraries.
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