#Henry Cavill is NOT who Superman is meant to be

[dreamstar-moonlight]

If I may add on to this:

The gem of a scene at 1:10

Stopping to say "Hi!" (Timestamp 2:36)

Also that wink at 1:54

THAT'S who Superman is.

He hugs kids, he will wave at you, take children out for a "fly", rescue kittens from trees, help you fix your bike.

And he's kind and gentle - and that's his greatest strength.

And if you believe otherwise,

You're not a Superman fan.

You might as well ignore the fact that Superman exists and just adore Homelander

Read some actual comics, Kyle.

Superman is an incredibly kind and tender character. (If he’s not being written that way, then he’s not being written well.) He inspires hope not just through his heroics, but also through his kindness toward other people. That’s his thing. Don’t you DARE call tenderness a “weakness.” Get your toxic masculinity the hell away from me and go read a badly written Batman comic if you want a “tough” male character.

[dreamescapeswriting]

BTS Reaction || Your Father Is A Famous Actor

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - September 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

SEOKJIN:

Jin had been worried sick on the build-up to meeting your father, he'd been overthinking everything wondering if your father - Skeet Ulrich - was even going to like him. What if he didn't like him and stopped you from seeing one another?

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Yn talks about you all the time." Your dad said making you glare at him, but he simply hugged Jin tightly and chuckled.

"Can I get you a drink? We have some Soju in and I'm currently attempting to cook your favourite dish." Jin's mouth fell open a little as he followed your father to the kitchen, the two of them getting lost in conversation about food.

"I'm good! I don't need a drink!" You yelled out sarcastically, falling down onto the sofa and shaking your head at the two of them still talking to one another, not even noticing you weren't there. 

YOONGI:

"Hi! Can we get a photo?!" Someone called out making you jump a little, you glanced at the boy and his sister and smiled a little.

"I'll take it, you can both be in the photo with him then." You suggested before the two of them stared at you confused. Yoongi smirked a little as he noticed the boy wearing a superman shirt and his sister was even holding a collector edition of the "witcher" books which gave him hints that they weren't there to see him at all.

"Oh...We meant with you." The boy said as he smiled warmly at you, you frowned a little. 

"With me?" You questioned before looking at Yoongi who was taking their phone from their hands and getting the camera ready for them.

"You are Henry Cavil's daughter...Right?" You bit down on your lip before nodding and posing for an image with them, hugging the girl before they ran off back to their parents leaving you a little shocked.

"That's never happened to me before."

"It's cute," Yoongi chuckled kissing your hand as they two of you continued your trip inside of the shopping district.

HOSEOK:

"Hobi, come on. I'll show you my old room," You told your boyfriend as you took him on a tour of your old childhood home. The two of you had come home to visit your family and it was the first time he met your father and it was safe to say he was officially scared of him. Your dad had decided it was a good idea to show him the boot of the impala with all of the props from Supernatural and now your boyfriend was convinced your dad could probably get away with murder.

"I think we should stay down here. Just in case your father thinks something is going on."

"Hobi...You know he was kidding about before. Right?" You arched a brow at him but he still didn't look entirely convinced about it and you shook your head.

"Dad! You scared him!!" You yelled out, dropping your boyfriend's hand as you went to scold your father who was finding the whole thing hilarious.

"You better show him they're props!" You called out as Jensen made his way back to Hoseok, taking him back into the garage and showing that none of the items in the car could ever actually hurt someone.

NAMJOON:

In the weeks leading up to Namjoon meeting your family, you'd been so nervous that you could barely sleep but as soon as your boyfriend spoke to your boyfriend it was as though the two of them had been friends for years.

"I was wondering if I could ask you about some of the stunts you did in your last movie?" Namjoon questioned as your dad - Tom Cruise - smiled proudly and nodded, wrapping an arm around Namjoon's shoulder and taking him to his study.

"Food will be ready soon, don't stay in there too late." You called out to the two of them but your dad waved his hand at you and began to answer every question that Namjoon had ready for him. You'd had nothing to worry about when it came to them and you should have known since the two of them were very sociable people with everyone that they came into contact with.

JIMIN:

When Jimin first met your dad - George Clooney - he'd been so shy you were almost scared he'd never speak to the man on his own but you never would have seen the two of them becoming close friends. Now it was like the two of them were inseparable, you would always find them hanging out without you and even when there were family parties the two of them would go off together.

"I think I would have preferred them to hate each other," You told your mother as she let out a small laugh, handing you a glass of champagne and kissing the side of your head. You loved that they got along of course but there were times when you wanted your boyfriend to spend time with you at family gatherings instead of your father.

"It's good that they're so friendly. At least you know your father approves." She reminded you before you smiled warmly at her, watching your boyfriend and your father from a distance as they spoke in depth with one another.

TAEHYUNG:

You hadn't told Taehyung about your family because you'd wanted it to come out naturally but it appeared as though that was going to be damn near impossible. Since the two of you were both famous - or related to someone famous in your case - it was incredibly hard for you to get any alone time together which meant rumours of you both dating spread instantly.

"I don't understand it, how could they know? I was careful." Taehyung whimpered as he looked down at the magazines on your coffee table, your heart sinking as you bit down on your tongue a little.

"It wasn't you, it was me. We thought we got rid of my stalker but we were wrong," You sighed running your hand over your face while Taehyung looked at you even more confused than before. 

"Let me explain-"

"Yn, I already hired my lawyer they're going to find the source of the photos and we'll have them destroyed, and then we'll have them prosecuted." Your head shot over to the front door of your home to see your father - Ryan Reynolds standing there and he was pissed.

"Dad-"

"We'll get him this time and he'll pay for what he did," He told you sternly before a giant smile took over his face and he waved at Taehyung who was still a little starstruck.

"Taehyung, this is my dad. Dad...Taehyung." The two of them shook hands before getting to work on a game plan for your stalker and how to handle the media.

JUNGKOOK:

There had to be something wrong, your boyfriend's car was in your family's driveway and you practically sprinted into the house to see your father staring at your very scared-looking boyfriend. Jungkook looked as though he was seconds away from crying,

"Dad! You told me you'd leave him until I got back!" You yelled rushing over to your boyfriend and sitting beside him but as you went to take his hand Jungkook shook his head at you.

"I asked if he was using you to get closer to us for fame, have you even done a check on him?" You glared over at your father who was now standing with his hands on his hips,

"Yes. Dad. Because Jeon Jungkook from BTS is using us to get famous." You grumbled at your dad and stared at him, his mouth falling open a little as he realised his mistake.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Your dad asked a little softer, sitting in the armchair across from you and Jungkook as you gently rubbed your boyfriend's thigh.

"With all due respect, Sir, you didn't let me get a word out," Jungkook admitted before you glared at your dad.

"Please, call me Samual." He held out his hand for him to shake and the two of them reintroduced each other to one another.

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[anon-sect]

I would like to be closer to Superman. Can you transform me into his costume ?

Picture Source: internet

Playing the role of Superman had done a number on the multiple costumes that were designed for Henry Cavill. He had been selected as the most popular look of Superman since the days of the late Christopher Reeve. The production had gone through so many suites during the stunts that it was ridiculous. Henry had complained about the suites not surviving long and having to be refitted for a new one.

A fan had snuck on set to spy the action in person. Kevin managed to sneak by security and blend in around the set. He was enjoying seeing the creation of a new Superman movie. He snapped a few pictures with his phone, which caught security's attention. He was quickly taken to the security station.

Henry just happened to be walking by the security station when he heard about a guy sneaking on set. He thought of a brilliant idea that would solve his and security-related issue. He placed a call with the production staff and proposed his idea. They agreed to do it on a trial basis.

Kevin was later escorted to another room where the production staff and Henry were standing there watching him being brought in. He was curious as to what was going on. He wondered if he was actually going to meet the actor in person. One of the security guards pointed a strange device at him and fired a beam of light.

Kevin felt weak and fell to the floor. He felt his body hollow out. His hands, feet, and head had sunk into his body. His body changed into some kind of material and changed color. His face was moved down into the midsection. He then realized what he had become. He was turned into a Superman costume for Henry to wear. He really was going to meet the actor, even more up close and personal than he ever could have imagined.

Henry picked up the suit and examined it. "It feels perfect. I think we test its durability." He spoke as though the new costume was just an object not even human.

Kevin didn't know what to think at the moment. The actor was talking about him as though he had always been an object. His humanity stripped from him, and yet Henry was just treating him like a thing. But being so close to the hot actor made the degrading acceptable.

When the final scene was cut, Henry was pleased with his super suite. It survived all the stunts without any damage. He was even given permission to keep it as a momento of the movie. He didn't even know the guy's name, who was turned into the costume. He was just glad his idea really worked. He didn't have to be constantly refitted thanks to the guy. He packed up the suit and went back to the hotel with his prize.

Kevin's face was up close and personal with the actors' manhood. Long days on set meant for a sweaty situation all day. He would sometimes reek of odor from the actor. Many of the stunts, he found his face being rubbed by the actor's manhood. Henry treated him just like the object he became. He never once spoke to him. He talked about him to others as though he was just that a thing. It was a degrading experience, yet he really loved this particular Superman. The degrading was worth it, being wrapped around his body for long hours. Now, he really was the actor's property forever. He wouldn't change that fate for nothing in the world.

[prismuffin]

Ik he’s not on your list but would you be willing to write Male!Reader who is a very talented detective in Gotham meeting Superman for the first time? Like Superman is filling in for Batman maybe and the reader catches his eyes? If you don’t want to do that that’s fine to but if you do take it I hope you’ll have fun with it! (Oh and a one shot if possible!)

A/n: Hunterrrr wassup with you and detective readers huh? 🤨💀 It's not necessarily Henry Cavills superman I just couldn't find another gif- but if thats who you want to imagine then go ahead!

Intrigued

Superman x male!detective!reader

( summary: As you waited for your emo vigilante friend to show up you're surprised when a Kryptonian fills his spot )

warnings?: light swearing, mentions of burglary and crimes, bullets and fighting, also mentions of heights

!-!more under the cut!-!

You sighed, getting out of the cop car as you took in the scene before you. Gotham never sleeps huh? Your eyes scan over the front of the bank building, the front windows are completely smashed allowing you a small view of the already labeled crime scene inside. “Do we know who did this?” You asked a lead cop as you entered the bank and he nodded, pointing to a symbol on the wall that was made with bullet holes. A circle with a y in the center, a symbol for one of the many criminal gangs that flooded the streets of Gotham. “We already tried to take them into custody sir but they found loopholes within the law that don’t allow us to arrest them.” “Shit,” You cursed to yourself before an idea popped into your head. Maybe you couldn’t deal with them the lawful way but you know of a certain vigilante that would be pleased to help stop the crime that littered the streets. “I have an idea, finish up here yeah?” You clapped the cop on the shoulder and they nodded as you turned to leave.

Pushing past all the press and their microphones you made your way towards one of the tallest buildings in the city. You used your access to get to the roof, sighing to yourself as you prepared your ears to hear things like “I am the night,” and “I am justice.” For the next couple of minutes. Turning on the light, you stood back with the your arms crossed. Part of you wondered if he’d even show up, it’s been a minute since you’ve seen him brooding on the top of buildings, lurking as you arrive at a scene of a crime or even since he’s called you to tell you he’s rounded up some criminals for you to pick up. Only a few minutes went by before you heard something loud from behind you. Turning, you expected to see Batman's tall figure, his dark cape flowing about despite their being little to no wind. However, you were mostly shocked to come face to face with...Superman?

You'd heard about him before, not only from Batman himself but also just from media headlines and news stories. "Thought I called the Batboy here," You cocked your head to the side, arms crossed as you stared at the tall man dressed in blue. You could feel his eyes scan your form a few times actually before he stepped forward, his cape flowing a little less dramatically than Batman's. "I'm filling in for him," you raised a brow and he continued. "He said he had some personal matters to attend to and asked me to watch over Gotham while he was gone." "He asked you? Huh, that's shocking." You mumbled, though it was clear that he'd still heard it, his head cocking to the side. "He told me that whenever this light turned on it meant someone was in trouble." He took another step, watching your every move as you went to turn off the sky light. "Yeahhh, I need help but not for myself per se. There's this gang of criminals that stole from the bank and they somehow are getting over the law so I was hoping Batboy could round them up and stop them before they strike again." Now that he was closer, you noticed the smile he bit back at the nickname for Batman. "Well I'd be more than happy to help." "Great, we got the location of the street they usually occupy, might be a lot of them, think you can handle it all by yourself." He chuckled and gave you a firm nod, crossing his arms and flexing as he began to hover a little ways off the ground.

Show off, you chuckled and he held a hand out towards you. “Point me in the direction of the street and I'll deal with them now.” You were confused as you naively took his hand, practically screaming as he hoisted you in the air and flew above the cityscape. He laughed at the string of curses that exited your mouth, seemingly enjoying the way you gripped onto him for dear life. "Calm down, I do not plan on dropping you but if you keep squirming like that you'll fall right out of my arms." You stopped your movements at the sound of his deep voice, though it didn't stop you from talking. "Who the hell just grabs someone and flies off like that?! I couldn't get a warning at all- oh for fuck's sake we're so high up! Just put me down!!" "Right here?" He asked, his eyebrow raised as he waited for your words to sink in. "NO!! Don't drop me you insolent prick!" "So you want to stay in my arms?" You huffed and he chuckled at your struggle before asking you once again to point him in the direction of the street of criminals. You breathed to ground yourself (ironic isn't it?) before peeking at the city below you.

From this height it almost looked pretty, though you knew Gotham was anything but. Shakily removing one of your hands from his neck you pointed down towards the correct spot. "There, by the flashing green light." He hummed and you were quick to grip his neck again as he started flying towards said spot. Noticing your discomfort he slowed his flying speed and held you a bit tighter to ensure your safety. Landing on the ground with a much softer thud than before he looked around, scanning his surroundings before realizing you hadn't let go of him yet. "We're on the ground now." He said and your eyes shot open, quickly releasing his neck and stepping away from him though his grip on you didn't allow you to get as far as you'd like. He smirked at you as you brushed off your clothes, seemingly flustered, you cleared your throat and thanked him. He nodded and slowly let you go, you immediately missing the feeling of his warm strong arms wrapped around your body. "Meet me at the station once you're done here." You said, fixing your clothes once more as you made yourself look presentable again. "You know where that's at right?" You asked and he nodded. You mumbled a 'good' before walking away, your heart pounding in your chest as you attempted to calm yourself down from an encounter with the good looking male. His eyes followed you until you turned the corner, he was intrigued by your behavior to say the least. He cracked his knuckles as he began walking towards the street of the gang, he was gonna get this done quickly so that he could see you again, and maybe he'd show off just a bit to impress you.

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( He was totally listening to your heartbeat as you walked away )

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[resowrites]

Hot Seat - oneshot.

Summary: Henry is interviewed about life post-The Witcher…

Characters: AU!Henry Cavill, Wife!OC, Interviewer

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2817

A/N: This is something a bit different so I hope you all enjoy. Not that I should have to point it out but as with all my work, it’s pure fiction (as in completely made up) and not in any way meant to reflect reality. As ever, let me know your thoughts - R x

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Hot Seat - oneshot.

My first thought upon starting my interview with Henry Cavill is that I must have got my lines crossed. Instead of the 39-year-old Jersey-born actor, the featureless wall on the screen in front of reveals a woman. She quickly introduces herself and apologises for his absence. "Our puppy got into a multipack of toilet rolls and is still wreaking havoc, but he'll be right with you." This, as it turns out, is his partner Ollie. The 33-year-old financial advisor (she politely asks me not to give her full name as apparently "the people who care already know it"), has been with the actor for the better part of a decade though it's seldom publicised. They're occasionally pictured together but Henry, known for being one of the more private Hollywood actors, has given away few details about the relationship.

This, however, doesn't stop her from graciously chatting with me while we await his arrival. Having a son with her name, I ask if it's short for something else. "No, just Ollie. My parents were fans of Laurel and Hardy," she says with a shrug. So she's not actually Olivia? "Nope, though I suppose it could have been worse, they could have called me Stan," she replies drily. I tell her my wife and I are expecting a girl in the summer. "Oh how lovely - don't give her a boy's name." Duly noted. I then ask after Kal, Henry's longtime canine companion, and she assures me he's still alive and kicking. So what prompted the puppy? "Anniversary gift," she says between sips of water, though she doesn't give a name or clarify who gifted who. Moving on, I ask if she has any tips for interviewing Henry. "Talk slowly," comes her immediate response. It's not difficult to see how he fell for her, big twinkly eyes and a throaty laugh betray a quick wit that's similar to his own. I venture to ask what it's like being in a relationship with him. "Agonising. I mean his looks alone, I'm at a loss," she deadpans before another laugh. And the fame? "Honestly, it's not something I really think about. Our day-to-day life is very normal."

As if on cue, Henry enters the room with a large and very fluffy puppy trying to wriggle free of his arms. His eyes flash briefly with concern but she gives him a reassuring smile, thanks me for my patience, and wishes me well. She then pats Henry on the chest, tells him to behave himself, and disappears with the puppy in tow. The screen now fills with his impressive frame though his demeanour is infinitely milder - if slightly harried. "My apologies John. Akita's - can't live with them, can't live without them." Much has been made of the peaks and troughs of his Hollywood career. At one point in the early aughts, he'd missed out on multiple high-profile roles (Henry Cavill: Hollywood's unluckiest actor?) Finally bagging Superman in 2013 with Zack Snyder's Man of Steel, he proved capable of big returns and even bigger popularity (Henry Cavill: Superman for a new generation).

In 2013's Man of Steel (image credit: Warner Bros.)

This makes news of his recent departure from both Netflix's The Witcher (ostensibly because of creative differences), and DC's Superman franchise (due to the recent hiring of James Gunn as the studio's creative leader), all the more stupefying. But whether or not he really is Hollywood's 'unluckiest' actor, this isn't a term that reflects his life outside of the job, something which definitely marks him out from his contemporaries. In addition to a much-protected relationship (neither he nor his publicist confirms the status of it despite appearing to wear a wedding ring), he hails from a loving family and has a close-knit group of friends. He withdrew from a recent project (for reasons unrelated to the project itself), but is now in talks to appear in and produce an adaptation of Warhammer 40, 000 after Amazon recently secured the rights to the popular tabletop game.

In 2019's The Witcher (image credit: Netflix)

It's actually not the first time I've met Henry. Our paths once crossed some years ago in a hotel lobby though this brief encounter was part of a jam-packed press tour. Today's meeting isn't scheduled for a considerably longer time, but there's more than enough to discuss. A colleague did however warn me that despite a more ingenuous nature, he can make for a difficult interviewee. For the first part of our interview, I would be inclined to agree. Though pleasant, his answers border on glib and this is perhaps unsurprising given the recent twists and turns of his career. Happily, he warms up as our fourty minutes go by and on this occasion, is more revealing about life away from the cameras…

J: First thing's first, are you watching the Six Nations (an annual international men's rugby union competition)?

H: Yeah, it's been dismal though (England won just two out of five matches)… doesn't bode well for the World Cup does it?

J: No it doesn't. Now I know you can't say much at the moment about more recent as well as upcoming projects, but I wanted to get your take on the development of IPs for modern audiences. More than ever it seems a rather precarious business…

H: I think that's a fair assessment. There's lots of competition and only a finite amount of resources, so balancing what audiences want against the financial gains is tricky.

J: So what's the solution?

H: Are you trying to get me into trouble (laughs)? It depends. I mean, you can experiment a bit more with big projects. But for niche ventures, I think it's probably better to lean on the source material and fanbases already there.

J: But do you think there's a general fatigue with certain genres at the moment?

H: Perhaps, but that's why it's all the more important to look at the project as a whole. More often than not, if a project sinks it's on the project, not the audience.

J: Surely events such as the pandemic have had a huge impact though?

H: Yeah, definitely. But I don't think it's that difficult to produce big and/or successful entertainment because if anything, the need has never been stronger. It may just require studios to slow down a bit and think harder about each stage of development.

J: Do you feel more at peace with your career these days?

H: I would say so. I mean it's not an industry you ever feel secure in because that's not really the nature of it. But I still feel the same rush and excitement. I think there's a tendency to forget that actors act for the same reason people enjoy consuming our work. We like to escape and have fun as well.

J: What has it taught you about yourself?

H: Well for one it's bettered my patience (laughs). There's also nothing like acting to improve your physique (laughs).

J: Do you still feel the same pressures to look and perform a certain way?

H: I mean to an extent it's just the expectation and I completely respect that - if you're spending millions bringing, say, Superman to life, whoever plays him must at the very least, look like him.

J: And what are your thoughts now that that franchise will be moving ahead without you?

H: Well, for one, I'm not as devastated as everyone seems to think (laughs). I had a blast making those films and I was looking forward to expanding on what was created but the workouts were something else. As were the press tours (laugh).

J: Would you say that's one of the biggest drawbacks now for actors?

H: I suppose. I mean who honestly wants to be hooked up to a lie detector and asked leading questions (laughs)? I find it a bit unfair at times. I'm not suggesting for one minute that actors aren't immensely lucky or privileged. Of course, what we do is comparatively easy. But the amount of exposure will always be a double-edged sword, no question.

J: You've said in the past you're not a huge fan of social media, do you think it's essential to what you do?

H: Perhaps not essential but it's undeniably very useful. And I have no issue in sharing parts of my life with those who find it interesting. But I also don’t see the harm in a bit of mystery, there's no need to upload and share absolutely everything.

J: More male stars are speaking up about the double standards in how they're treated by fans and the wider public. Are those sentiments you share?

H: Yes and no. I mean most of the time it's harmless and of course very flattering, but I think it's always best to put others at ease rather than risk making them uncomfortable. Of course, everyone has different ideas on how to do that (laughs) but as the old saying goes, do unto others…

J: I imagine it's different when that attention is also directed at those closest to you?

H: Oh absolutely. My friends and family didn't sign up for that but luckily they're good-natured about it.

J: It seems the lines are becoming more and more blurred though…

H: Yeah, and that's a shame. But it's also why you need to be prudent about how much of it you elicit and engage in.

J: But do you take issue with the amount of gossip? I imagine it's hard knowing it's out there when there's not much you can do about it.

H: I try and look for the silver linings, I mean if people are that invested it means you at least have some relevance still. Besides, I have a very happy, successful life outside of what I do and that makes all the difference.

J: I am curious to know how you've managed to make that work…

H: Well I don't want to give the impression that it's easy because it's not. Spending so much time away from the people you love is easily the worst thing about this job and it's something I'm always trying to improve.

J: You're also approaching 40, has that caused you to stop and take stock?

H: Thanks for the reminder (laughs). Nah I'm in a good place about it actually. Well, for now… (laughs).

J: Are there any roles, in particular, you still wish to play?

H: Not really. I think most people see me as an action star and I'm happy to remain so. It seems to be what I excel at though I've also enjoyed branching out into more comedic roles. More of those would be nice.

J: So you've no burning desires for the future? What about regrets?

H: I wouldn't say that (laughs). There's some stuff I've yet to get around to, as for regrets I've very few.

J: Such as?

H: Well, some of the films I've made for starters (laughs). Although that's not really fair as there's always something to take away from those experiences.

J: What about personally?

H: Um (pauses), nothing springs to mind. I wish I'd met my better half a lot sooner. But we've been together for over seven years so I can't complain.

J: If I remember rightly you'd just started seeing each other the last time we spoke.

H: That's right! God, where's the time gone?

J: How were the lockdowns for you both?

H: You know, as scary and traumatic as that time was, I can honestly say it reaffirmed to me that I'd made the right choices.

J: Did she feel similarly?

H: Perhaps not at first (laughs).

J: You certainly seem to share the same sense of humour. You know she introduced herself as the maid?

H: (Looks around) I hope you didn't fall for it… (laughs). And she's far more warped, trust me. She's just better at hiding it (laughs).

J: Care to give some examples?

H: Oh God, where do I start (laughs)? To be honest I'm not sure I can without making her look completely mad… though that wouldn't be an unfair assessment (laughs) (slight pause). She's a nightmare to text. Her idea of messaging me usually involves repeating a word until I manage to guess what on earth she's on about (laughs). I was in London a few days back and I messaged her asking how her morning had gone and she just kept responding with the word 'log' (laughs). So there I was, in a meeting with my business manager, trying to figure out at the back of my mind what she meant. Did she want to log a complaint (laughs)? Was I supposed to bring home a chocolate log? Did we need more firewood (laughs)? Turns out she'd just tripped over one while walking the dogs. See? Mad (grins).

J: My wife's like that but with GIFs.

H: Yeah, I get those less often but to maximum effect (laughs). Like I remember when I was getting fitted for the suits I wore in The Man from Uncle. I sent her a picture of my favourite and she immediately winged back a gif of Sterling Archer (from FX's 2009 animated sitcom Archer) (laughs).

J: Is she indifferent to what you do?

H: It's not that she's indifferent, she's just not taken in by it and thank God because it helps keep me sane.

J: So she likes to keep you on your toes?

H: Oh yeah, our life's never dull (laugh). The last time I was away filming, I'd stupidly warned her beforehand not to go anywhere near this rare Warhammer figurine that a friend sent me. So cue the photos of it in the dust container of the Dyson, at the edge of Kal's food bowl as his face was in it… she even sent me one of it in the washing machine just as it was filling up with water. That one warranted a phone call (laughs).

J: Oh dear. Did it survive?

H: Annoyingly it was absolutely fine… she's done worse (laughs).

J: Such as?

H: Er, well there was the time I was in New Zealand shooting the helicopter sequence for Mission Impossible: Fallout. I've talked about it before so I'm not going to rehash it but the conditions were extreme so everyone was pretty miserable. What made it worse was that a few weeks before, she'd broken her hand - the story of how she did that is actually funnier than the one I'm about to tell—

J: What happened?

H: … No, I can't say. She'd kill me (laughs). Anyway, being halfway across the world I couldn't get back to her and was in a bit of a state about it. So to cheer me up, one afternoon she sends me a video of her at the physio's office and in it (laughs)… she's wearing one of those old-fashioned prosthetic split hooks (laughs). What's amazing is how she somehow managed to rope the physio in, like as soon as he comes into the room she puts her phone down so as not to film him (laughs).

J: Where on earth did she get a split hook?

H: I know right? She told me Etsy but God knows… apparently the physio provided the arm it was attached to (laughs). So there I was, suspended above the Southern Alps, laughing the hardest I've ever laughed in my life.

J: Did you show it to Tom Cruise?

H: Oh yeah.

J: And what did he say?

H: She's a keeper (laughs). I'd play it for you but it got deleted when I changed phones a little while back.

J: Well, that's disappointing. What happened to the hook?

H: When I finally came home we had some champagne to celebrate and when I went to the drawer, I found she'd chucked it in there with the bottle openers (laughs).

J: Are there any more stories you can share?

H: Yeah, but I think I've said enough (laughs).

J: What makes the two of you such a good match do you think?

H: She's got a long fuse which certainly helps (laughs). We were just meant for each other (shrugs).

J: Did it feel that way quite early on? I know it did with my wife.

H: Oh yeah, almost instantly. When you know, you know.

A week after we meet I receive a gift at the office - a box of homemade cookies (which are heavenly) and a beautiful baby blanket. Accompanied is a note which first apologises for the gift's tardiness 'Henry ate the first batch,' thanks me for a good interview and then encourages some skepticism of the tales told as 'they're only mostly true.' Either way, I concede that he is indeed a lucky man.

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"thank you for the ask and your passion" LMAOO reminded me of that one buzzfeed video where henry cavill is reading thirst tweets and the tweet is like "henry cavill can fucking destroy me like legit he can superman this hoe" and he says "that's very kind of you i appreciate your vigor" in his lil british accent LMAOO but fr fuck johnny he's a little shit. Especially for being like oh joel doesn't like virgins let me help you with that. he's so mean 😭😭😭 poor reader :( I hope she tells joel what johnny told her bc lorddd. but also that mystery lady joel was with at the party 👀 whelp ig shes outta the picture soon lol STEP ASIDE mystery lady joel is meant for us!!!

Henry is a babe, so thank you for the comparison😉😁

I’m sure that Joel will fume when he hears about Johnny’s lies about him, including the virgin hate. Joel LOVES virgins! Maybe he even plans a special night for reader and him and ‘retakes’ her virginity the right way😋 or rather by the right person lol

First I wanted Tess to be his mystery woman but I couldn’t do my girl dirty like that, I love her too much. So it’s just a faceless, nameless lady who’s great but not Joel’s destiny, because we’re! you’re absolutely right, nonnie😌

Thank you for the ask and a laugh!💖

the other brother

[comicweek]

Before audiences get to those films and series, however, there is a matter of this year’s crop movies, starting with Shazam! Fury of the Gods, coming March 17, and continuing with The Flash (June 16), Blue Beetle (Aug. 18), and Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom (Dec. 25).

The duo are high on the quartet, made by the previous film regime and under the aegis of DC Films, run by former head Walter Hamada. Gunn calls The Flash, directed by Andy Muschietti, “probably one of the greatest superhero movies ever made.”

He also said the four leads of those films could potentially continue playing their leading roles in DCU projects down the line. “There is nothing that prohibits that from happening,” said Gunn.

DCU

Creature Commandos: An animated seven episode series, written by Gunn, that is already in production. Originally a team of classic monsters assembled to fight Nazis, this is a modern take on the concept. The voice actors have yet to be cast but the executives are looking to find people who can voice the animated characters and also portray the live-action versions when the anti-heroes to show up in movies and shows.

Waller: A spin-off of Gunn’s own HBO Max hit series, Peacemaker, Viola Davis will return as the ruthless and morally ambiguous head of a government task force. It is being written by Christal Henry (Watchmen) and Jeremy Carver, the creator of the Doom Patrol TV series.

Superman: Legacy: The movie featuring the Man of Steel that Gunn is writing and may direct, although no commitments on that end have been made. While the two previous titles are meant to be “aperatifs,” in Safran’s words, Superman is the true kick off for the duo’s DCU plans. “It’s not an origin story,” Safran said. “It focuses on Superman balancing his Kryptonian heritage with his human upbringing. He is the embodiment of truth justice and the American way. He is kindness in a world that thinks that kindness as old-fashioned.” A release date of July 11, 2025 has been penciled in.

Lanterns: Greg Berlanti’s long-in-the-works Green Lanterns TV series has been scrapped and the duo have parted ways with the longtime DC series steward. In its place will be a new take on the space cops with power rings. “Our vision for this is very much in the vein of True Detective,” Safran described. “It’s terrestrial-based.” It will feature prominent Lantern heroes Hal Jordan and John Stewart and is one of the most important shows they have in development. “This plays a really big role in leading into the main story we are telling across film and TV.”

The Authority: a movie based on a team of superheroes with rather extreme methods of protecting the planet that first originated in the late 1990s under an influential imprint known as Wildstorm, run by artist and now head of DC publishing, Jim Lee. “One of the things of the DCU is that it’s not just a story of heroes and villains,” said Gunn. “Not every film and TV show is going to be about good guy vs. bad guy, giant things from the sky comes and good guy wins. There are white hats, black hats and grey hats.” Added Safran: “They are kinda like Jack Nicholson in A Few Good Men. They know that you want them on the wall. Or at least they believe that.”

Paradise Lost: The duo describe this HBO Max series as a Game of Thrones-style drama set on the all-female island that is Wonder Woman’s birthplace, Themyscira, filled with political intrigue and scheming between power players. It takes place before the events of the Wonder Woman films.

The Brave and the Bold: “This is the introduction of the DCU Batman,” said Gunn. “Of Bruce Wayne and also introduces our favorite Robin, Damian Wayne, who is a little son of a bitch.” The movie will take inspiration from the now-classic Batman run written by Grant Morrison that introduced Batman to a son he never knew existed: a murderous tween raised by assassins. “It’s a very strange father-and-son story.”

Booster Gold: an HBO Max series based on a unique and lower-tiered hero created in 1986. Safran said of the series, “It’s about a loser from the future who uses basic future technology to come back to today and pretend to be a superhero.” Gunn described it as “imposter syndrome as superhero.”

Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow: Taking its cues from the recent Tom King-written mini-series, this movie project promises to have a different take than what most think of when the idea of Superman’s cousin comes to mind. “We will see the difference between Superman, who was sent to Earth and raised by loving parents from the time he was an infant, versus Supergirl, raised on a rock, a chip off of Krypton, and who watched everyone around her die and be killed in terrible ways for the first 14 years of her life and then come to Earth. She is much more hardcore and not the Supergirl we’re used to.”

Elseworlds

The Batman sequel: Pattinson will continue to portray the Dark Knight in at least one more crime saga movie directed by Matt Reeves. That movie, the executives revealed, will be released Oct. 3, 2025 and is being titled The Batman Part II.

[jaskierx]

bestie please explain what's going on in the witcher fandom because holy shit??! 👀👀

bestie what ISN’T going on in the witcher fandom. (i’m so sorry this got so long and boring i just started typing and did not stop apparently)

once upon a time in september 2018 henry cavill is cast as geralt of rivia in netflix’s adaptation of the witcher. people are generally surprised but pleased, reddit collectively nuts, mainly bc he's a self-professed 'nerd' and has talked about enjoying the witcher games and books previously

season 1 comes out and is generally well received, most of the negativity was just plain old racism and misogyny with people whinging that casting women and people of colour is 'netflix wokery' and 'inaccurate' because the setting is meant to be based on slavic countries. so according to some folks, henry cavill, as a straight white man who did not completely fuck up his role in s1, is basically the second coming of christ

season 2 comes out and is...not generally well received. by many people for many diverse reasons that i am not going into bc we will be here all day. but basically it becomes quite clear from s2 that the show is not an adaptation of the books, it’s more loosely based on the books. anyway the reddit bros start acting as if henry cavill is the show’s one saving grace and that he’s carrying a shitty show along on his back and that without him things would be even worse because there’d be nobody to overrule the showrunner on stuff like this

this intensifies in late october this year when stuff starts going around about the show writers mocking the books

anyway then henry cavill announces that he is leaving the witcher after s3 (filming had already wrapped at this point) and moving on to pastures new. he also announces that liam hemsworth will be playing geralt from s4. memeworthy stuff, the gift of prophecy strikes again. people tend to fall into one of two vibe camps in response: 1. ‘fucking lol’ 2. ‘i wish i was dead’

rumours swirl and the two main schools of thought about why he left are 1. because he was offered £££££££££ to play superman and 2. because he loves the source material so much he couldn’t bear to continue working on the show. these closely align with the two aforementioned vibe camps.

someone made this very reasonable post and i was grateful for it

THEN today a really objectively funny thing happened in that after all that, james gunn has turned around and said ‘actually the superman movie we’re doing is about a younger superman so none for henry cavill bye’

which is just like. icing on the cake of drama and dials everything up to 11 with the ‘i would kill and die for henry cavill’ gang taking this as proof that there were major creative differences between him and the showrunners (?) and the ‘fucking lol’ gang basically eating popcorn

and on that note i’m just leaving this post and this post here without comment

so yeah that’s that on that sorry for the novel <3

[anxiousnerdwritings]

I'm sorry to hear that you're still sick! I hope that you'll feel better soon. Since you mentioned that you'd appreciate some asks\concepts\discussions, I want to ask you what you think about yandere Superman (specifically Henry Cavill's, if that matters?) befriending a civilian? Maybe he's seeking them out specifically because they met at a crime scene when he was still Clark. Maybe a pillar was about to land down on him but reader saved him and got injured, even though they're complete strangers, and it sort of pushed Clark to feel like they were always meant to meet? Either platonically or romantically, do you think that he'd be possessive and over protective of his new friend? Especially because they are only human and they already got hurt right in front of him, he might keep them close so it wouldn't happen again. There'd be a clear power imbalance there, whether if reader wants Clark\Supes in their life or not - it's not really up to them. What do you think about that?

I think Clark would definitely become obsessive towards a civilian!Reader. He stands by their meeting each other being destined to happen, they were meant to be in each other’s lives (romantic or platonic). Clark would definitely be especially overprotective with a civilian!Reader who can’t really protect themself, at least not in the way he can. And given how willing they are to put themself in dangerous situations for others like they did for him, Clark would be all the more likely to keep them locked away for their own good. Talk about 0 to 100 real quick.

There would definitely be a complete power imbalance, no matter the type of relationship between Clark and his darling. He’s obviously the stronger, more powerful one and as much as he never wants to go that route, Clark is more than capable of keeping his darling where he wants them and taking whatever measures needed to do so. It doesn’t really matter whether his darling wants him around or not, Clark’s gonna be very much a part of their life, both as Clark and as Superman. If the darling prefers one over the other then he’ll do everything in his power to convince them to at the very least tolerate the one they aren’t too keen on.

Also, possessive is an understatement. Clark would be extremely possessive of his darling, no matter who they were or their relationship with him. It would be really subtle, to the point where you wouldn’t even notice it or at least be able to laugh it off/ignore it. Until it’s not and Clark becomes intensely overwhelming and overbearing then he already is.

Everything Clark does, he does believing it’s the best thing for his darling. He can put up with a lot, especially in regards to an unwilling darling, but he has his limits and he knows he can overpower them in any situation but he desperately tries not to. That’s the last thing he ever wants to do. But when push comes to shove you’d be surprised at what an absolute different person Clark can turn into.

[mystic-shadows42]

{Request}: Real Love

A/N: This was a request by a lovely anon. I’ve taken some liberties with this one (it’s fanfiction for a reason). Hope you all like it! I know I missed people in the taglist so if you want to be added to my Henry Cavill taglist please shoot a comment or message and I’ll put you down.

Pairings: Kal-El x reader

Work Count: 3k

Warnings: Little bit of angst

You didn’t know exactly how everything had escalated this far. All you remembered was meeting the renowned hero of Earth, Kal-El.  

Your sister, Diana, had told you he was the last son of Krypton. His planet had long since been destroyed but that he had remained vigilant growing up under the watchful eyes of his human parents that raised him. She introduced you to the tall broad imposing being that had earned the people of Earth’s trust.

Here they called him Superman. Being of royal blood there was a certain approach to come by. His true-born name is what you called him, Kal-El. Diana had first introduced you to each other when he stumbled upon the Earth amazons who had chosen to remain here and protect it.

You were the overseer of the Amazons. Diana being the leader would only come whenever she needed to but she couldn’t always be in one place all the time hence your involvement of being the commander.

Once his eyes locked with yours you felt something stir within. Your heart began to race and your breath quickened. He had noticed flicking his eyes down to your heart then up again with a small smile.

He outstretched his hand out to you making you a bit apprehensive about what the gesture meant.

“It’s a form of greeting when people meet,” Diana smiled as she looked at you with the small crinkles of her eyes. She had taken years growing accustomed to the humans. She knew their ways better than anyone else.

You stretched your hand to his but hesitated to make contact with his skin. The energy between you both was apparent. What would happen if you touched him? Kal-El waited patiently and even looked to be a bit amused at your silent apprehension. He didn’t rush the greeting even though you knew there were probably thousands of tasks he could be doing instead of waiting for you to shake his hand.

Daring to look at him one more time, you hoped that he wouldn’t ruin you. Swallowing thickly, you regained your composure. You were a princess, general to the Amazons, and you were showing how uneasy you were when you are a fierce warrior.

You pushed back everything you were thinking and feeling. Once your hand clapped against his you couldn’t take your eyes off him. His hand wrapped around yours in a firm hold.

He took a step forward invading the invisible barricade you often surrounded yourself in. After Diana fell for her mortal she was left heartbroken. Her eyes never shined the same way they use to. You had vowed never to love because of that very reason. Diana had told you that even though you took a vow and always stubbornly stood by them that love always finds a way to those who often don’t wish for it to happen to them.

“Kal-El.” A distant voice spoke. “Kal-El.” You blinked and took a step back breaking the connection with him. He seemed to realize that he was also in a trance and looked to your sister who called his name. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” it was the first time you had heard him speak and it didn’t deter your heart from fluttering. He looked at you and gave a subtle nod before rising into the sky. Diana had taken off but he lingered a moment looking down at your form looking up at him. Then in a blink of an eye, he was gone.

Gone for good, you hoped against your better wishes. He stirred something in you. Something foreign and new. You didn’t like the change he created just being in your presence.

Still, you looked into the sky. Even strained your ears to hear the sound of him flying. You reprimanded yourself for it but convinced yourself you were looking at the stars.

You looked down at the floor in deep thought. It had been a moment of weakness. There was only an appreciation for his looks you kept reminding yourself but knew that it was something more.

When you looked up you saw that familiar-looking cape fluttering in the wind just a few yards off where all the Amazons resided. He was respecting the plantation you all laid and waited outside the landmark. He was courteous of your customs which earned him your favor to speak with him.

You let the air glide over your body as you flew to him. As soon as you were in front of him you both slowly glided down onto the floor at the same time.

“What are you doing here, son of Krypton?” You felt so exposed under his gaze. He wasn’t studying you but it almost felt as if he was staring into your very soul.

He crinkled his brows as if he was struggling with that very answer. “I don’t know. I needed to clear my conscience and found myself here.”

“The others won’t like that you’re outside our borders. So if you please, excuse yourself.” You stepped back and gestured with your hand for him to leave. His intense gaze was felt even when you looked away.

“I know you felt it. I could hear the change of your heartbeat. The subtle shaking of your hand before it met mine. You could feel our energies connecting. Feel something much more than a friendly greeting.”

His words rung true but you remained stubborn pushing down the wanting feelings back.

“You know my sister. You’re her friend and an ally. Our encounter was nothing more than attraction.”

He gave a small smile not deterred by your words.

“You and I both know the truth no matter how much you’re willing to deny it. Goodnight princess (Y/N) of Themyscira.”

“Goodnight Kal.” Your eyes widened at your lack of his proper title. You called him by his shortened name that was reserved for people who knew him intimately. It was a mistake on your part but before you could apologize or take it back he gave you a real smile and left blowing the gust of air through your hair.

After that, you always tried to make yourself scarce whenever Kal-El was near. He never once entered the Amazon’s domain. There were times that Diana called upon you to leave to attend matters.

Kal-El was always patient never rushing you to speak with him. He would wait for you to come to him with a question or an answer. One time he even gave you an old sword that some humans would call a ‘relic’ it was covered in debris but he had asked if you’d be able to replenish it to its former glory.

You were determined to recover the blade and make it new again. After relentless days and nights staying up to reform the blade, it was fixed. It was beautiful, precise, and refined. Fit for royalty.

You returned the blade only for him to gently push it back to you again. He placed his hands over yours that were wrapped around the handle.

“Keep it. It’s yours now.”

The cycle would always repeat. Whenever he found a piece of history that he knew the Amazons would appreciate, he’d gift it to you. He never once expected anything back. His answer was always one along the lines that the Amazons had a deeper appreciation of any and all artifacts. That the history and cultures of them resonated with all Amazons. He knew you’d take care of all the items more so than the humans. The Amazons would never steal it from one another or try to sell it or make others pay just to see it. It was to be cherished and kept safe.

It was times like that, your heart would swell and your tears would cloud over for no apparent reason. Kal had caught the sight one time and brushed your tear away. He looked down at your lips then at your eyes asking for permission. 

You didn’t want to think about it and talk yourself out of it. You wanted to feel something at that moment. To explore what you feared as a little girl. Love.

He had pressed his lips to yours slowly. He tipped your chin gently and smiled when a small gasp escaped your lips at the sensation. It was as if he was breathing a new form of air into you.

No words were exchanged only the peace that wrapped around you both. His embrace was enough to keep you steady. You didn’t need to tell him of your fears. He already knew. If you fell, he’d be there to ground you. If you got lost, he’d find you and take you home. Wherever and whatever you needed he would do it though he knew how strong you were. The thing you feared most was falling for him but now he was showing that there was nothing to fear or hide from.

You kept your visits a secret. The places were never ideal but you could care less. He can make an abandoned warehouse seem like a palace. He’d bring food you’ve never tried and take note of the stuff you liked and the ones you didn’t. He introduced you to another sort of living you hadn’t been exposed to. It was relaxing and fun. You laughed more than any time you had throughout your life. Though like all good things, come to an end.

Diana was the first to know but didn’t say anything but when your absence was noticed in the domain, the Amazons sent out spies to look for you. They waited until Kal had left then confronted you.

It was a form of treason leaving your post and going off with Kal. The Amazons were like your sisters and their anger was not in the form of fury but in disappointment. They were sad and felt betrayed.

They placed you in a holding cell, rightfully so, until they could think of what to do.

Diana had been the first to visit. She hated seeing you locked away like a criminal but had to abide by the rules.

“Mother knows.” You nodded at her words looking away. She would no doubt be disappointed. You could just imagine her face and what she thought. She had to be a queen before a mother. She had to appease the people in order for everything to flow properly.

“I love him, Diana,” you practically whispered. Never have you felt so inferior. If there was anyone to show your feelings it was her. She knew what love was like. She lived it.

“You’d be giving up everything you’ve accomplished.” You knew her meaning. It was years in the making proving just how valuable you can be without using your powers. It was a test to show that you are as highly skilled as anyone else.

“I know how it sounds sister. My heart yearns for him and aches when he’s not here.”

Did Diana ever feel this? The agonizing pain of not being with the one your heart yearned for.

There was a commotion from above then debris flew everywhere as Kal emerged. It had been the first time he breached the land. He looked crossed between being angered and relieved at the sight of you. Your heart hammered in your chest. He came for you. He stomped over to the bars that separated you from him. He pulled the metal apart with ease.

“Kal-El, don’t. You’ll only make it worse for her.”

Kal ignored Diana’s words and scooped you in his arms before ascending into the sky. You were more than capable of flying alongside him. You often enjoyed it, but you simply didn’t have the energy.

After flying for a few minutes he lowered himself down onto the floor to his knees while still holding you. There was the sound of a lake near as you both were surrounded somewhere in the woods. It was enchanting and beautiful. Something you felt you didn’t deserve after betraying your sisters.

His hand found yours and he interlaced your fingers together. You placed your other unoccupied hand and put it over his chest where his heart lay. You took a deep breath and smiled.

Your hearing was impeccable you could hear every living thing near except his. It was only when you felt him that you could truly hear his heart. It made you smile. Deep down you knew he was aware of what had to happen. He simply couldn’t whisk you away and it’d be fine.

There was a series of steps that Amazon’s abided by. He knew you couldn’t resist. You took a vow and had to acknowledge the ways you committed offenses to the elders.

“I have to go,” you whispered while keeping your eyes closed. You didn’t trust yourself to look into those ocean eyes and see disappointment staring back.

“You don’t have to.”

“I do.” His heart skipped a beat and you huffed out a small laugh. This would be the last of feeling his composure break. Turns out he was affected just as much as you are around him.

“You have a choice. Everyone does.”

He faintly touched your cheek getting you to open your eyes to him. When you surrendered yourself to him, he didn’t look disappointed, just sad. You put your palm against his warm cheek.

“My mother calls for me. I’ve been stripped of my title. I am not the general of the Amazons of Earth. I’ve committed treason and cannot stay on Earth anymore.”

“Because you chose to love me.”

You touched the sides of his head leaning forward so you had his full attention.

“This isn’t your fault. I knew the consequences and still acted on them. Loving you was my choice.” You raked your fingers through his hair reveling in the curls he always tried to slick down. “I’m to return to Themyscira.”

His hands rushed to your waist. He wrapped his arms around you hugging your body to his. In this position, no one would ever take you from him. His hold was firm but not suffocating.

Another was in your presence. No doubt Diana coming to collect you. Removing yourself from Kal had been hard. His hand remained on yours then went limp when you pried yourself away from him.

“Goodbye, my love.”

You responded in Kryptonian making a tear slide down his cheek. Your fingers so badly wanted to wipe it away. You didn’t want him to be sad. You wanted to see the smiling fool who saw the good in the world and everyone in it.

The trip to Themyscira was a blur. One moment you were on Earth then you were standing trial as the elders argued with each other on a proper punishment. Some wanted it to be harsher since you were a princess and knew better, others thought even though it was negligence on your part, that one shouldn’t be punished for falling in love.

Throughout it all, you remained quiet. Your energy was depleted and your happiness was gone. Kal was your first thought when you woke up and last when you went to bed.

Your mother hadn’t properly scolded you yet but saw the blaze in her eyes. She trained you hard and relentlessly. Her intentions were supposed to set you straight and forget the love you had for your Kryptonian love on Earth.

She pardoned you from a cell and instead had you under watchful eyes. Dinners were the worst. No matter how lively everyone remained you couldn’t help but want the awful food Kal loved so much and the street meat that everyone’s hands seemed to touch but tasted so good.

Time passed by slowly and painfully.

Then one day your mother finally called upon you. She was alone and in her room.

Just like when you were young you dropped down and laid on your mother’s lap resting your head against her stomach as she stroked your hair.

“Who is he? The keeper of your heart, daughter?”

You didn’t expect her to ask about him but you didn’t hesitate to speak of him.

“His name is Kal-El. The last son of Krypton. He’s one of Earth’s greatest heroes. They love him there.” You chuckled sadly remembering how fondly they viewed him on Earth. “They idolize him because he puts others before himself. He’s not corrupt by mankind’s ways, he’s better than that, stronger. He has more heart and soul than anyone I’ve ever met. Falling in love with him was not my intention or doing. It simply happened.” The tears fell rapidly as you clutched at your chest. “This feeling didn’t ask for consent. It invited itself into my heart and coiled around it until I could hardly breathe without him near. He’s the essence of my being. My light. My hope.”

There was only a handful of times you’ve cried in front of your mother but never like this. It was never over someone you loved. It was always for not wanting it. But no one can fight destiny.

“True love is rare. It can be kind but it can also be cruel. I never wanted you or Diana to experience that pain. I thought keeping you from it would save you the heartache but perhaps I’ve been too headstrong. I never thought of the feelings you might gain, only the hollowness,” she sighed deeply, a tear of her own gliding down her cheek. “I see now what I could possibly be keeping you from.”

“What’s that?”

“A real chance at love.”

                                                            ****

As soon as your feet touched the ground his back tensed up. He was at the farm helping his mother.

He was wearing the plaid Pendleton jacket you got him when you went shopping with Diana. He turned around with no expression on his face. Perhaps he was shocked more than anything. Then a slow relieved smile graced his face. He threw down his Kansas City Chiefs hat then ripped off his work gloves as his pace quickened over to you.

You walked to him as he began to run. His enthusiasm is what made you laugh then as soon his arms wrapped around your body you melted into him and cried. He was everything you never had wrapped in one. 

“Never leave me to think what life without you will feel like,” he muttered as his lips touched your neck. He was breathing you in keeping you close to never leave again.

You ran your fingers through his hair and hugged him close. You never wanted to forget what he makes you feel. His smell and his presence alone are what brought you peace.

All the years you lived were spent being tense and being ready to fight. Now it was time to take a step back and enjoy what the universe has gifted you.

You rested your head on top of his as he continued to hold your body up. “I promise Kal. I’ll always find my way back to you.”

He gave an assuring squeeze back. He was your home and your light. His kiss on your lips was a promise of a better tomorrow and the years to come.

Henry Cavill Taglist: @summersong69​ 

[mk-wizard]

“Thor” Speaks Out: We won’t take the hate that you give

First, the She-Hulk TV series’ creators admitted that they made the show with the objective of mocking fans, then Henry Cavill walked out on the Netflix Witcher because he had enough, and now, Chris Hemsworth who is famous for playing Thor in the MCU has had enough and is putting his foot (and hammer) down hard in how he is sick of being ridiculous on purpose.

THIS is what Disney, Netflix and a lot of media have to show making films and series that are not only devoid of love, but openly hate the source material and will create a media based on it just to spite it and its fans. Back when I was growing up, if someone on the set of a movie or show mocked the very piece they were creating and did not take it seriously, they got fired. If you don’t really want to be there and don’t even like what you’re working, then you shouldn’t be there. Now, it looks like insulting the media has become part of the creative process and is even encouraged. And that’s bad.

I admit that even fans laugh at the very fiction they love sometimes because we are not blind to its flaws or silly parts. It is even an art form to sit back and laugh at the silly side of our fandoms hence why we have spoof films like Dracula Dead and Loving it, the famous Naked Gun series, the Lethal Weapon TV series on Netflix, Shaun of the Dead, The Orville, the webcomic 8-Bit Theater and more.

But even then, it was still obvious that behind these parody pieces was a very obvious love and endearment towards the source material. In other words, we are laughing with them together with no hard feelings and we all still love what we love. The creators did not make these films or series because they wanted to make the original material look bad. They did it because they wanted to make us laugh. And even then, they were put together with care and with intent of making something great that all audiences could enjoy.

Now, pieces that are meant to be part of the official lore feel like hate letters to both the original fans and creators. And what do you really have to show for it when you create something with hate, resentment and with the intent to insult and punish the audience? Nothing. All you did was waste your time and made yourself look bad. Not to mention that when you make bad media on purpose, it becomes permanent on your record. Moreover, when you have a chance to work with something as big as She-Hulk, Star Wars, Superman, He-Man or other iconic figures in fiction, it would be wiser to give it your all and make it into something great like Noelle Stevenson did with She-Ra. Even if you aren’t a die-hard fan of the material, it is still honour to be picked to work on it, so it is better to treat it like an honour instead of a joke. And if you dislike it that much, it is better to kindly turn down the job.

The point is that Hollywood needs to not only remove hate from the equation, but to also put love back into the creative process. Too much of Marvel, Disney, DC and now, Netflix are plagued with meanness and hate, and the material is suffering for it. I also truly believe that deep down, these companies don’t want to be hateful or mean to anyone including themselves. They don’t really want to lose their loyal fans and don’t really want to make half-baked films or shows.

I believe that things are going to change and while I admit that maybe it will get worse before it gets better, I have faith. After all, DC, Marvel and Disney have been around long before this new wave of media came along. And it had its bad times before yet braved them. The Dark Knight rose once, he can do it again and so will all the other heroes.

After all, love is stronger than hate. If anything, the fact that these actors are taking a stand and speaking out is a sign of positive change. They are finally saying “no” and if there is one thing I have learned as a parent, “no” has love behind it.

Thank you for reading and as always, stay safe.

-Mary

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To build a home

Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: After a phone call of your mom, your traumas came creeping up around the corner but this time you weren’t alone to wipe your tears or to defend yourself, You had Henry. You had found your home after years of searching and building, you finally found a home in the form of a human called Henry.

Warnings: Fear of commitment and intimacy, Mention of sexual assault and mention of men wishing you weren’t born, neglect from mother, traumas, punching the ex of your mother/ having a fight, blaming you for break ups (by the ex), nightmares.

Words: 3,4K

A/N: So this hits really close to home and is very specific but this is what I’m going through since Sunday and I needed to write about it in order to process what had happened. This fic isn’t for everybody but like I said this is very personal and specific and wrote it mostly for myself to find some sort of comfort in chaos, so just keep that in mind. If you have any of these things or going through a similar situation, know that you’re never alone and it is NOT your fault. 💗🦋

To build a home

You were living with your boyfriend, Henry for over half a year now and you finally found your home after years in form of a human. Henry was your home and you were his. You had been dating for over 2 and a half years now but it didn’t start off perfect.

You had a lot of trouble with fear of commitment and fear of intimacy because of your past. You, yourself didn’t have a lot of relationships nor sex because of that. It started off because of your dad but your mom made it worse.

It wasn’t like she was a bad mother, she just made some horrible decisions. Your mom was the complete opposite of you. She had a fear of being alone and could never be longer than a month single. That meant that you saw a whole lot of men come and go and most of them were really trash. One would say that it would’ve been better if you were never born, the other would touch you, the other pulled your mom completely from you and treated you like you were a bystander etc.

So of a young age, around 10, you had to take care of yourself. Your mom would, obviously work through the week so you would always be alone. You would get yourself ready for school because your mom would already be long gone by that time, when you would get back from school you just had to keep yourself busy and around the evening she would come home but was really too tired to do something with you or give you a lot of attention. That’s not normal for a 10 year old and it left its mark on you. In the weekends you would have multiple babysitters because she would be gone every time from Friday till Sunday evening.

So now and then you would see a lot of men in a short period of time and left a lot of trauma with you. So to say that you had a very hard time to have a relationship yourself was an understatement. Falling in love already felt like you weren’t capable of because you were so closed off. You knew you were but you didn’t know how to undo it.

All of that was until you met Henry…. The moment you locked eyes with him in the dog park felt like a scene taken straight out of a movie. You knew who the blued eyed Superman was and already had a crush on him but once you really got to know him you fell in love.

Henry made it perfectly clear that he liked you as well and once he asked you to go on a date with him, you were still hesitant but agreed. To your surprise you never had a moment were you felt very uncomfortable but anxiety still creeped up and took it’s toll on you.

After the third date, where you had deeper conversations you told him everything so he still had an out, which you had expected him to do but instead he listened carefully and praised you for being so brave etc. You weren’t used to that and Henry told you that he would wait for you because you were so worth it and he never lied. You were still hesitant because you believed he would leave sooner or later.

But he didn’t and you decided that you had more than enough of it and got into therapy. Henry noticed from the right from the bat he had to love you carefully. You were always alone and always had to take care of yourself and wipe your own tears. He took it step by step to take care of you and you carefully let him in.

Henry was a very caring man. It was in his nature to take care of people let alone the people he loved. He also had waited for you with intimacy. You already found it hard and sometimes uncomfortable when you would cuddle together, kiss each other let alone sex but he waited and when you were ready, he told you he was more than right with waiting for you.

In the dark times he would always be there for you and needed to be as gentle with you as he could and that was when he realized that he loved you to the moon and back. He learned a lot about himself through you and your connection grew stronger by the day which you both hadn’t seen coming.

So fast forward to know, you still had troubles but not as bad as it used to be and Henry loved it when you would let him take care of you, love you and be gentle with you that was when his heart ached for you with the amount of love he felt for you.

You and Henry were watching a movie since Henry had some time off and so did you. He laid behind you on the couch, his arms tightly wrapped around you while you both watched the movie. After a while you turned around and snuggled in his chest. He chuckled deeply and softly went with his hand over your hair, holding you closer. You had closed your eyes and was ready to drift off into a peaceful and relaxing sleep until your phone rang.

You opened your eyes and let out an annoying sigh. You saw that it was your mom calling so you picked up but still a little annoyed by the abrupt intrusion. “Hey mom.” You said tiredly but the moment you heard her sniff, you got on high alert and sat up. Henry frowned and rubbed  your back.

“Wait, hold up, hold up, calm down” you told your mom, trying to follow her story. Henry sat up as well, more concerned right now. “Alright I’m on my way.” You told her and hang up. You let out another irritated sigh, which confused Henry even more. “What’s going on sweetheart?” he asked you.

“Her boyfriend just broke up with her.” You told him a little unbothered because you’ve been in this situation more than you can count on two hands so you were used to the pattern. Henry knew about it and also knew you couldn’t be more unbothered right now. You did love your mom a lot but this was always just too much and you would always be pulled into the mess.

“I have to go to her.” He frowned a little “Baby, you’re her daughter, let her call some friends.” He told you carefully. “Yeah, I tried to tell her that multiple times. She did told me that two of my uncles are already there. so I do have to go there for a  minute.” he nodded, understanding that, even though you had enough of these type of situations, it’s still your mother and he can’t blame you for that. He would do it too.

“Alright but let me come with you.” he more asked you since it would be the first time he would meet your family, which would be another step forward and he knew it might scare you but he wanted to be there for you in this situation. You always had to deal with it on your own but now he was there, he wouldn’t let you go through that alone.

He saw you thinking about it. “You don’t have to do this alone anymore pup. I’m here now and I want to help and support you throughout all of this.” You looked up at him with love “Alright. Just so you know, I don’t know how my uncles are right now so be prepared.” You tried to laugh it off.

He nodded and stood up with you, getting your things and got into the car. Through the entire drive he held your hand and would place kisses on the back of your hand,  or would let it rest on your thigh.

You’ve never experienced such a love in your life and it made you scared to death that you could lose it but Henry would always be very reassuring and honest with you. Like I said, you were working on it.

You drove into the street where you grew up, only to see your uncles being extremely mad, your mom in between and the ex on the other side, also very mad. It was clear that they were in a fight with each other. You let out a sigh “goddammit, not again.” Henry frowned at the scene playing in front of him but as soon as you said: “not again.” He looked at you surprised “Again?” he asked you, making you nod.

“Please stay in the car. In case someone photographs you. I’ll  be alright.” He nodded but was very hesitant about this. You got out of the car and he parked it on the side. You looked behind you towards Henry and he gave you a sympathetic smile. Your uncles saw you walking towards your mom and you saw that she had bruises and that started to make your blood boil.

The look you gave towards the ex of your mom could burn houses down. He looked at you furious. You walked up to the scene and it became clear to you what was going on, also since your mom told you a part of it. You carefully tucked at the sweater and jacket of your uncles, hinting them to come with you.

They gave the ex a mad look but walked with you, which honestly, surprised you. You almost had it all under control until the ex started to scream “Come on than!” that was the point they pushed you away. not too hard to hurt you but it definitely was a good push.

Some neighbors came out to hold your uncles under control with your mom. The ex had his eyes on you all of a sudden, filled with rage as he looked at you. He started to point his finger in your face, telling you how this was all your fault but as soon as he tried to get closer, Henry stood in front of you, very intimidating and protective.

The moment your uncles saw that he was pointing his arrows at you, the wanted to protect you but that was as soon as they saw Henry towering over the ex, very intimidating. His arm holding you and pulling you more behind his back.

“You need to fucking leave. I don’t know what the fuck this is about but if you put your finger in her face one more fucking time I will break it. Don’t you dare to even look at her with the look you’re giving me know. I don’t give a shit about who you are, but you hurt her and I will break you.” Henry growled, obviously very, very pissed it was almost as if he channeled August Walker.

So pissed that your uncles actually calmed down as they saw Henry towering over the man who clearly was very intimidated at that point. You’ve never seen Henry lash out like this but you never felt more safe because finally someone stepped up and had your back.

Henry walked a little to the side, looked at you with to see if you were okay and grabbed your hand in his. The man backed off and wanted to get in his car but lashed out at your uncles which made you absolutely furious and Henry knew that you would get extremely pissed at that. You, your mom and the neighbors held your uncles back.

Henry grabbed the man by his collar and pushed him against the car with a lot of force and got into his face. The man had a look of terror in his eyes “What I just said, goes for her mother and family as well. No fucking leave and don’t you dare ever coming back.”

He didn’t let go of the man but pushed him into his car. Henry stepped aside so he could drive off but he started to curse at you and gave you a curtained look. Henry looked at you and immediately saw that you were completely triggered and full of rage.

You felt your whole body tremble because of the pure rage and adrenaline while he said those things to you and before you knew it, you lashed out at the man, hitting him as hard as you could in his face and had gotten him very good and hard 3 times before Henry picked you up and sat you aside.

He never had seen you get violent because you weren’t a violent person at all but he had pushed all of your buttons and triggered you, so he knew that this was a dissociation. The man drove off quickly, more scared of you than the others. Henry was secretly very proud of you and your uncles too even though it’s never okay to put your hands on someone.

You all walked inside and before you and Henry got inside the house, he stopped you, taking your hands in his, kissing your knuckles softly. He saw that you got shocked yourself at how you reacted and the tears started to pool into your eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked you, looking deeply into your eyes.

You shook your head. “I’m so ashamed. I should’ve never done that.” He pulled you in a big bear hug, resting his lips on the top of your head. “I know why you did it. Besides that, he had it coming to be honest. I’m so proud of you that you finally got up for yourself. Maybe not in the right way but like I said, he had it coming. I’m just glad that you’re not hurt.” He told you, placing kisses on your head. “I love you so much.” He told you, cupping your cheeks. You sniffled and smiled softly at him “I love you too bear.” He smiled at the nickname and gave you a quick kiss on your lips before walking inside.

Everyone was still high of adrenaline and sat outside in the garden for a moment to calm down. As soon as you and Henry stood outside your uncles quickly got up, surprising you and Henry in the process. They walked up to Henry and shook his hand, pulling him into a hug as well, which was quite surprising.

“Thank you, thank you for protecting out niece and for standing, not only up for her but also for us. You’re a good man. Take care of her. She’s special.” One of your uncle stated, with a wink on the part of: “she’s special.” He meant that in a good way, making you smile shyly.

Henry placed his arm softly around you. “No problem. And she is very special in every good way possible. Thank you.” Henry told your uncle while the other patted his shoulder. Once everyone calmed down a little, you got inside to get everyone a drink. “We should go to grandma in the afternoon, she would love it if you would come with us.” Your mom told you and you uncles nodded.

You look at Henry “Yeah, I would like that. I haven’t seen her in a long time.” You told them and they smiled while Henry kissed the side of your head. Your uncles noticed how Henry treated you and they immediately approved of him but kept it silent because they were always very protective of you.

After a while you all went to grandma and apparently the whole family was there. Your mom had a hard time but your family took care of her so you didn’t have to. The vibe here was very different, in a good way. Everyone was laughing and drinking and overall it was just a nice time. They even went up to Henry and thanked him multiple times of how they treated you but also got serious and told him that he better not hurt you but again he promised he never would and that was the truth. He really never would. He never loved someone else this much as he loved you and thought this kind of love didn’t even exist but yet here you were holding his hand.

You all had dinner over there and chatted with your family who you haven’t seen in a while. There was good music, good food and very good company. You had a great time, almost forgetting what had happened earlier. Before you left your grandma gave you a bag with all the nice snacks that she made.

You said your goodbyes to everyone and left with Henry, totally exhausted. You laid in bed with Henry face to face. “I’m sorry that you had to deal with that for over your entire life. I’ll always be there for you.” You smiled softly at Henry. “Thank you bear, and I have you now.” He smiled softly and kissed the tip of your nose. “You know I’ll always protect you pup.” He told you. This time you softly placed your lips on his and snuggled in his side “I’ve never felt more safe when I’m with you.” Henry smiled proudly at his achievement. You trusted him completely and even though you still had a long way to go, he would always be next to you.

You both felt asleep, exhausted from the entire day. Obviously it didn’t took long before your nightmares would come back to taunt you with your childhood trauma. You had dreamed of multiple exes from your mother and Henry apparently got woken up by your tossing, turning and crying. He sat up, noticing you were having a nightmare. His heart ached for you.

“Sweetheart? Baby, wake up you’re having a nightmare pup.” He told you softly as he carefully rubbed your arms. You woke up still crying and your heart was beating fast. Henry had a sympathetic look on his face. When you looked at him he asked “Can I hold you?” but instead of answering his question you threw your arms around his waist.

He scooped you up on his lap and softly rocked the both of you while softly shushing you. “Let it all out princess, I’m here. I won’t leave, I’m right here.” He reassured and reminded you. “Do you want to go downstairs for a minute?” he asked you extremely gentle, knowing your routine with a nightmare by now. You nodded and he got out of bed with you and walked downstairs.

He sat you down on the kitchen counter while he made some calming tea. after the tea was done he walked with you towards the couch. “What do you want pup?” he thought he knew the answer, which would be turn the tv on and watch some funny things but he was wrong this time. “Can you just hold me for a second?” His heart fluttered because you started to let him in completely and opened up to him and wanted his affection.

“Everything for you princess.” He told you and you sat in his lap, arms around him while you hid your face in the crook of his neck, calming down by his scent. He softly rubbed your back and went with his hand over your head. You were completely plastered against him and he definitely wouldn’t have it any other way.

Like I said, you weren’t there yet but little by little you opened up and every time you did so, Henry found you even more beautiful and fell even more in love with you. He would cross the entire planet for you if he had to. He would never let you go, because you were his home and he was yours.

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A/N: This is a WONDERFUL request from the sweetest, nicest, most wonderful, beautiful and loveliest @one-sweet-gubler. Request: How about Henry x reader are dating and he’s aware she has a young daughter (say 2 or 3) but he’s yet to meet her & Henry x reader are having a date night in while the kid is with a sitter or grandma and reader gets a call daughter is sick & needs to come home and Henry meets her and tooth rotting fluff 😭🥺 that was so long 💀

I hope I do you justice, my love!

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PART 2

Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader

Warning: FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF, language, a smidgen of the start of some smut

You smoothed your dress down before putting a necklace on, admiring yourself in the mirror - you felt great today. Your daughter had finally slept through the night for the first time in months, which meant that you felt amazing - which was perfect for the evening, because you had yet another date with Henry.

Your daughter bounced up to you, her favourite stuffed dinosaur in her little hand, and she tugged at the hem of your dress, silently asking to come up. You lifted her to your hip with a smile and looked in the mirror with her.

She smiled, a little space between her front teeth and pointed to your reflection.

“Princess!” Her voice trilled. You chuckled and kissed her cheek.

“No, baby, that’s you!” You tickled her stomach and she wiggled in your arms with the sweetest laugh you'd ever hear.

“Are you going to be good for Anna?” You asked sternly with a smile. She nodded seriously. “We eat popcorn and watch Elsa!” She said excitedly. You kissed her forehead. “Alright, let’s go to the living room, honey.” You sat her down and she grabbed your hand, pretty much hauling you to the living room, where Anna, the 16 year old babysitter sat on the couch, a bowl of popcorn ready and Frozen on pause, ready for a chill girls night in.

“Okay, so I’ll be back around eleven, is that good?” You asked, grabbing your phone, wallets, lipstick and purse, packing it all in it. Anna nodded with a smile. “Yeah, all good.” “Great. Bath time is about seven, but you can skip it, if you guys are having too much fun with the movie. Bedtime at the latest seven thirty, okay?” Anne nodded. “You got it, boss.” She grinned wickedly. “Another date with Superman?” She wiggled her eyebrows, and you winked at her.

You knelt down in front of your daughter, who already had her mouth full of popcorn. “Can mama have a kiss?” She smooched you on the cheek, small fingers on your face, leaving small specks of salt on your cheek. “Thank you.” You kissed her as well. “Alright, Daisy, I mean it, you be good, okay? You listen to Anna.” She nodded. “Have fuuuuun!” Anna yelled as you left. You smiled and stepped down one stop from your front deck, before turning around and poking your head in. You could hear the TV playing. “Hey, call me if anything happens!” You yelled inside. “You got it!” Anna called back. “Love you, mama!” Daisy called back and you grinned. “Love you, too, kiddo.” You closed the door and ran to your car, skirting the speed limit - you were late.

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Henry was leaning against the wall of the restaurant, a dazzling smile on his face as you jogged to him with a smile. He looked like a fucking model, as usual, wearing a pair of light gray salcks and a buttoned blue shirt, his smile as bright as a star.

“Hi, darling.” His voice was like honey as he wrapped you in his arms and hugged you tightly. “Hi, babe. I’m sorry for being late, I was stressed out getting out of the house.” You said, lifting your head for a kiss. He kissed you softly and smiled. “Not a problem. Ready?” You nodded as he took your hand, leading you into the restaurant.

“How’s Daisy doing?” He asked.

You smiled softly, leaning back in your seat. He was so sweet when it came to her, even never having met her - when you had told him in a shaky voice that you had a three year old daughter at home, his face lit up in a brilliant smile and immediately asked about her. You’d been surprised at his reaction, seeing as most people didn’t exactly fawn over the idea of dating someone with a child, and you hadn't at all been expecting a man with his kind of fame to be okay with it, but he'd put all your thoughts and worry to shame. He’d always ask about her, laughed at your stories and happily looked at the drawings, you’d sometimes end up with in your purse. “She’s great. She’s flying by the other kids in the nursery and she’s so creative. I can barely keep up with the art supplies anymore.” You grinned, grabbing the glass of wine and taking a sip. He smiled. “My nephew is the same, a complete spitball. He runs circles around anybody.” He said with a smile. You smiled back. “I actually have a question about her.” He said and took your hand, kissing the back of it gently. “There’s no pressure, and I’d hate for you to feel like I’m pushing you into this, but I was wondering if I could meet her sometime.” You bit your lip. You hadn’t dared to introduce anybody to her yet. The thought of her connecting with somebody and feel a bond, and ten they’d leave, broke your heart. “I’m sorry, it was rude to ask.” He said, clearly taking your silence as an answer. “Oh, god, no, that’s not it!” You quickly replied. “I just… I want you to meet her, I really do…” You sighed. “I’m just terrified that she’ll fall in love with you as I have and then one day, you’ll be gone.” You faltered a little. He looked at you with wide eyes and an assuring smile.

“I’m not leaving, you know that, right?” He assured you. You smiled. “I’m not doubting you, I just… I want to make sure that she knows she’s loved, and if I bring in somebody who’s maybe going to disappear from her life, I…” He kissed your hand, breaking your chain of thought.

“Listen, if you're not comfortable with it, I won’t press it.” He beamed at you. “I just want to know you, all of you, and your daughter is a part of that. We can ease into it, I just want to let you know that I’d love to meet her.” You smiled softly at him.

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” You asked. He winked at you. “I can stand to hear it again.”

“I love you.” His face lit up.

Your phone rang, and you looked at the display - Anna was calling. “I’m sorry, can you hang on for a second?” He nodded as you picked up, a surge of worry going through your body - you could count on one hand how many times Anna had called while babysitting.

“Anna? Is everything okay?” “Uh, hi, Y/N… Uhm, yeah, mostly, but Daisy’s been feeling a little off the last hour.” You felt your hands go cold. “Oh, no.” Anna sounded worried. “I just took her temperature, and it’s at 102.2. I think you should come home.” You sighed and nodded. “Give her some Tylenol, I’ll be there as fast as I can.” You hung up and Henry looked at you with concern. “IS everything okay, love?” “Yeah, no, I’m not sure. Uhm, Daisy’s spiked a fever and…” You drew a deep breath. “I’m really sorry, but I need to get home.” He smiled and got up, waving the waiter over. “You don’t have to apologise. How’re you going to get home?” You groaned, remembering the two and a half glasses of wine, you’d managed to get down.

“Fuck. Uhm, I’ll call a cab…” He shook his head as he paid.

“I can drive you, if you’re okay with it? It’ll be faster than a cab.” You nodded. “Alright. Thank you, Henry.”

He drove, his hand on your thigh the whole way and stilled the engine in front of your house. He got out and opened the door for you. He looked a little weary as you got out of the car - you were halfway inside before turning back to look at him as he stood next to your car. “Uhm, I could actually need your help. Do you mind coming in? It’s totally fine, if you don’t…” He smiled reassuringly and jogged to you, grabbed your hand and kissed your cheek.

“Lead the way.”

You almost ran inside, Henry in tow, and you saw Anna cuddling Daisy on the couch. Anna looked at you gratefully, but her expression turned to surprise as she saw Henry behind you. “I, oh, uhm…” You walked to them and grabbed Daisy, holding her tightly in your arms. “Hi, baby.” “Mama…” She sounded so weak it made your heart hurt. You turned to Anna. “You gave her Tylenol?” She nodded. “I gave her a shower before I called you and tried to get her to drink something, but she only wanted to drink apple juice, so I let her. I hope that’s okay.” Her eyes darted back to Henry, who stood in the doorway to the living room. “Oh my god, no, don’t worry, you’ve done all the right things.” You said with a reassuring smile at Anna. “You can go home, Anna. Thank you.” she nodded and got up, smiling nervously at Henry. “Hi, mr. Cavill. Nice to meet you.” He gave her a dazzling smile and took her outstretched hand, shaking it. Anna looked like she was about to pass out. “Likewise.” Daisy's head popped up at the sound of his voice and she looked tiredly around the room until she found him. “Who are you?” She asked, completely brazen. You grinned, feeling your nerves settle a little - she wasn’t too sick to be straight forward or noticing a stranger in the room. He smiled softly. “I’m Henry. I’m your mum’s… Friend?” He said, a little questiongly, not wanting to tell her something that was out of your comfort zone. “You sound funny.” She said, her arms around your neck. “Honey, that’s rude.” You told her, but he just laughed and nodded. “I do, don’t I?” He moved a little further into the room, inching closer to the both of you. “Your mum sounds a lot better than me.” He said with a wink at you. You smiled at him.

“Yeah. Mama sings me night songs.” She said, rubbing her eyes a little. “I bet she does that very well.” He said with a grin. Your cheeks burned at his gaze, his eyes full of love and mirth. You felt her forehead and thankfully, the fever seemed to be receding. “Baby, did you eat?” you asked her. She nodded. “Other than popcorn?” She smiled sheepishly and shook her head. “Okay, you want an apple?” you asked, hoping a little sugar and some food in her would make her feel better. “Yes, please. With pea-butter?” She asked, her face lighting up. She was truly a foodie. You laughed, putting her gently on the couch and wrapped her in her blankie. “Yes, with peanut butter.” You kissed her forehead before turning to Henry. “I’m so sorry for asking, but can you stay with her? Just a few minutes, I just need to cut the apple.” You asked. He kissed you gently. “Always.” He walked to the couch and sat down in front of it on the floor, keeping a distance to Daisy - he didn’t want to intimidate or invade her space, clearly, and you couldn’t help but feel a little more in love as you saw him sit down and smile at your daughter. You rushed to the kitchen, slicing the apple and putting peanut butter on it, before stacking the slices on her favourite Elsa-plate.

You hadn’t been gone for more than two minutes, but apparently, that was enough for Daisy to get very comfortable with Henry. As you entered the living room, you saw your daughter in his lap, a blanket wrapped tightly around her, as she pointed to different images in her book - a book he was reading out loud for her. You had to pause for a second, letting you truly take in the scene in front of you. Henry seemed so comfortable with her, so at ease, it tugged at your heart. He was reading with animated voices and had an arm wrapped around Daisy, keeping her in place. It felt weirdly familiar to look at. Daisy seemed to like it, because she was leaning against him as she pointed to her favourite animal in the book, the Dream Jungle, she’d handed him.

“Daisy, do you want apple slices?” You asked, placing the plate on the sofa table. She looked at you and narrowed her eyes. “We’re reading, mama.” She said, almost insulted that you would dare interrupt. She was clearly back on the up and up. You grinned and looked at Henry, who glanced back at you with soft eyes. “Henry, is… Are you okay?” He looked at you and pointed at the book. “We’re reading, we don’t have time for interruptions. This is very riveting reading.” He said with the widest grin on his face. His hair was falling on his forehead, a soft curl resting right above his eyebrow. “Yeah, mama, ritititing!” Daisy said, turning back to the book. You mouthed a thank you to Henry, who simply smiled and turned back to the pages.

It took two books, five apple slices, one song, half a dance from Henry and several kisses from you, before Daisy agreed to go to her bedroom. She did, however, refuse to let go of his hand, leading him straight into her bedroom and pointed to the tent you had built in there a few weeks ago. “Oh, that is great! He said with a small gasp, letting her guide him into it. He was way too big to fit, but he didn’t care, laying down flat on his stomach, half of his body sticking out of the tent, while his upper body was inside, looking around. You stood in the doorway with a smile on your lips, wondering why on earth you’d ever worried about him meeting her. “Daisy, you need to go to bed.” You tried to sound stern, but it came out more playful. She poked her head out of the tent, and you couldn’t hold back the laugh tumbling from your lips. She was using Henry’s back as a chair, sitting on him as she poked her head out, scowling at you. “But mama…” She pouted. You raised your eyebrow at her. “Daisy Y/L/N, you better get that butt in bed.” She rolled her eyes - a byproduct of you, no doubt - and scurried off of Henry’s back, her little feet tapping against the floor before jumping in bed. You tucked her in, kissed her forehead and turned the small bedside lamp on. Henry scooted out of the tent, stood behind you and waved at her. She frowned as he tried to leave the room. “No!” She said, her little voice full of determination. Henry stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to her. “Henny have to give night night kiss, too.” She said, pouting. Your heart swelled at her words - and Henry looked like he had been struck by lightning. “You heard the little boss. If you want.” You said to him, making it very clear he didn’t have to go over his own boundaries with her. He beamed at you. “Of course, how could I forget?” He said, kneeling at her bed. She wrapped her little hand around his finger and pulled him closer. He kissed her forehead gently and ran a hand over her face, the tip of his finger lightly booping her nose. She grinned back at him. “Goodnight, princess.” He said softly. His voice was baritone, a perfect lull in the soft light in her room. He seemed to simply belong. She smiled sleepily at him and let his finger go - you couldn’t miss the way his smile faltered just a little as she did. “Night night, Henny.” She said, closing her eyes. “Goodnight, baby.” You whispered, as you both walked backwards out of the room and shut the door. He looked at you with a smile and you gestured to the living room. He followed you and you sat down on the couch with a groan - he instantly wrapped an arm around you and you fell back into his chest, closing your eyes.

“I’m sorry we had to cut the date short.” You mumbled. He felt his chuckle more than you heard it, rumbling through his chest. “I don’t mind. Really. I quite enjoyed this.” he said, kissing the top of your head. You smiled.

“I hope you don’t. She likes you.” He weaved his fingers in between yours. “I like her too.” He paused for a second. “I meant it, you know?” You craned your neck to look at him. His face was serious and his eyes were trained on yours. “I really, really wanted to meet her. I’m happy you trusted me enough to let me.” You smiled at him. “Well, this wasn’t really the way I wanted it to happen, but I’m glad.” You smiled widely at him. “I think she likes you more than me.” He grinned. “That would simply be impossible, love.” He kissed you gently, his lips soft and sweet against yours. You felt a familiar stirring in you and you smiled against his lips.

“Do you like pancakes?” You whispered against his lips. He nipped at your bottom lip, his hand reaching for your chest.

“There’s nothing I love more.”

PART 2

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[cardierreh15]

Believer

Hi y’all! Posting this but I will be editing over time. 🥰 i hope y’all enjoy this though. This one was a little bit more tough.

**I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Mentions of being Burned , Dying , (please tell me if I’ve missed any)

Description: Cardierre has a close encounter with Death.

Pairing: Henry Cavill (Superman/Kal-El/Clark Kent) x Cardierre James (Black!Plus Size Female OC) — Special Guest : Ben Affleck (Bruce Wayne)

Word Count:

The Planet’s Visitor

The sound of a cork being popped filled the air along with the squeal and laughter of women. Bubbly champagne overflowed the side of the expensive Armand de Brignac bottle. Steve then began to fill up everyone’s flute. Clark and Cardi stood close to one another as Perry was the last one to have his glass filled.

Small conversation and chatter circulated the room until the sound of Perry clinking quieted the room. ‘May I have your attention please ladies and gentlemen,’ the room grew quiet and all of the attention was on their boss. ‘First and foremost— I would like to Welcome Clark back. Even though… we don’t really know how this was possible but, we are glad to have you back.’

Everyone turned their gazes towards Clark, raising their glasses towards the ceiling gently, ‘Welcome back, Clark!’ They all chimed it, some voices on time and others late.

Perry then turned his attention towards Cardierre who had her hand resting on her hip. She seem tired from the days work and he’d be sure to mention how hard working she truly was in his speech. ‘As all of you may know… recently, Cardierre had broke a record of being the most read reporter in the United States for her article: Return of the Red Cape. If you have read it, you know how impressive it was. It sure did have me at the edge of my seat. Cardierre, this is to you. Congratulations on this epic record! I— along with the rest of the Daily Planet— are very proud to have you with us.’

Cardi wasn’t that great with things like this. But it sure did feel nice to get that recognition from her boss. ‘Thank you all. I’m grateful to have such a supportive team to help me craft such an important article. This story meant everything to me… especially since I felt like I was about to die.’ She chuckled nervously, scratching the back of her head. The room filled with low laughter.

The tall male glanced down at her through his glasses. He wouldn’t dare harm her.

‘Anyway, I would like to thank you Perry for giving me the opportunity to allow me to put my experience and feelings on paper for the world to see,’ she lifted her flute with a smile, ‘To You Perry. To the Planet. Figurative and literally!’ The room burst with laughter before everyone placed their glasses between their lips and sipped at their champagne.

She had walked back over to her desk to see a beautiful arrangement of roses sitting atop it. Shaped in a full heart, the pedals looked so soft to the touch.

Cardi smiled softly, picking up the small fancy card. ‘Wonder who this is from?’ The card read: Congratulations on your groundbreaking success. May more success welcome you within open arms. B.

She then instantly knew exactly who sent these her way.

‘Looks like you have an secret admirer!’ Clark said, walking over and carefully leaned against her desk. ‘They look pricy!’

‘Very.’

A familiar voice had finally filled the air, ‘Ah! There’s my girl! Cardi!’

She turned around to see a man approaching them. Broad shoulders, tall frame. His sleeves were rolled up his forearms. He wore a dress shirt and a simple dark gray vest over the shirt, with dark gray slacks and shiny dress shoes. His arms were open, as if he were waiting for a hug. He was unrecognizable from a human eye. But once she grew closer, a grin curled on his lips.

‘Bruce?’ She was hesitant at first, but once she was sure that it was him, ‘BRUCE!’ She rushed towards her friend, damn near leaping into his arms. Effortlessly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her around as the both laughed with glee. Once he’d placed her on her feet, she braced herself, finding her footing so she wouldn’t fall over from her dizziness. ‘Whoa.’ He grabbed her arms, keeping her still for a moment. ‘You alright?!’ He chuckled. ‘I am! Gosh! It’s been ages my friend! How are you?’

Bruce gave her a smile, it was like he didn’t want to answer her question… or didn’t know where to even begin. But Clark didn’t only save innocent lives… he saved conversations too. Bruce looked up at Clark who was approaching the two of them.

‘Mr. Wayne.’ Clark adjusted his glasses and gave him a nod.

‘How many times have I told you? Call me Bruce, Clark.’

Cardi was confused… out of this world. Her eyebrows tugged into one. Looking from Bruce to Clark and from Clark to Bruce. ‘Wait, you two know one another?!’

A lot better than she could even imagine.

‘Uh—‘ Clark took in a deep breath, trying to figure out how to put it in the right words. ‘We’ve… had to work together before.’

‘Yes. Confidential of course but— yes.’

‘Oh.’ Cardierre said, her eyebrows risen from surprise. ‘Small world I suppose.’

It grew quiet between the three of them for a moment. But the air was tense. So thick, it could easily be cut with a butter knife.

The woman wasn’t dumb. Graduating at top 10 of her class at Duke University, it was very easy to pick up secretive behavior. There was something they weren’t telling her.

The moment was broken once Perry called out for Clark to come and join him and their colleagues on a conversation. ‘Excuse me. Nice to see you… Bruce.’ Holding out his large hand, Bruce did not hesitate to pull out his hand, give it a firm grip and a simple shake. ‘Good to see you too, Clark.’ Bruce gave him a nod before Clark turned away.

The large male and female watched him walk away until Cardierre spoke up. ‘What are you doing here? Finally moving out of Gotham?’ It was joke. She knew her friend would never move away from that God forsaken place. She really couldn’t say she blamed him either. His business was there… he was trying to repair it… or at least help. But she’d mentioned it before, that place was way past helping. Way past saving.

Bruce chuckled at her joke, folding his arms over his chest, ‘I’m here on business. You forget Wayne Enterprise is Global.’

‘Nope,’ she smirked, ‘Never forgot. But why are you… here?’

Bruce paused for a second, swallowing his spit. He was conjuring up a lie. And she knew her friend long enough to notice. ‘To bring you flowers…’

She stared up at him, her lips in a slight curve to distinguish that she was smiling, but telling him that she knew he was full of shit. ‘Mmmmhmm.’

‘What?’

Cardi rolled her eyes and huffed, ‘Nothing. Just you haven’t changed… and—‘ she took a step forward, poking him in his chest, ‘You’re still a terrible liar.’ Turning swiftly on her toes, she walked back to her desk and gathered her things. ‘How is Harvey?’

‘Mmm…’ Bruce had walked behind her, his hands deep in his pockets as he looked up at the ceiling to think. ‘Uh… well— if you must know. He got hurt pretty bad.’

She gasped, turning halfway to face him. Her face froze in horror with her lips parted slightly, and her eyes enlarged. ‘What happened?! Is he alright?!’

‘Oh. He’s fine. A little too fine I suppose. He’s become one of Gotham’s renowned villains.’

Letting out a exhausted sigh, she folded her arms across her chest. ‘Poor Harvey. He had so much ambition… I guess a little bit too much.’ She scuffed and turned around, continuing on her mission to pack her things, ‘And the Batman? What’s he been up to these days?’

Bruce smirked, ‘I dunno. I don’t stay out late to find out for myself.’

Raising a brow as she smirked, throwing her purse over her shoulder and then picking up her flowers, ‘Good… last thing I need to hear is that one of my close friends got his spine split in half by a vigilante that swore to protect the innocent.’ Bruce chuckled at remark and shook his head. She turned around and placed them in his arms. ‘Walk me to my car?’

‘Sure.’ He smiled.

The young woman waved her hand, ‘Goodnight everyone! I will see you all in the mornin’!’

Everyone lifted their heads from the huddle they were in and waved their hands as well. ‘Bye, Cardi!’ They all said in sync.

***

On the way to her car, the two did their best to catch up. Bruce was a lot more closed off than she remembered and Cardi’s life consisted of working nonstop. She didn’t even believe in vacations… her saying “I’ll rest when I’m dead.” And pretty soon, she’ll realize she was taking life for granted.

‘Thank you.’ She took the soft pink flowers out of Bruce’s arms and placed them in the backseat. She then shut the door and turned around to see her friend. He had grown up— so much… and well might she add. The two stared at one another for a moment longer before she spoke, ‘I hope you have been being safe in Gotham. It just seems like the world is becoming a bad place everyday. You’re my friend, Bruce. And I want the best for you. Why don’t you just move here? Instead.’

Bruce sighed and shook his head, ‘You know I can’t do that.’ He didn’t even have to explain… because she already knew why.

‘I know.’ She gave him a gentle smile, ‘I was just trying to see if you’d change your mind. Still pretty headstrong.’ The both of them laughed softly before it grew quiet again. ‘Be good, Bruce.’ She reached up and rubbed her knuckles on his stubbly jaw before leaning up and placing a kiss on his cheek. She then got in her car, started it up and left him in that very same spot.

***

On the way home, she was in stand still traffic. This made her want to move out of the city in the first place. But since she worked here, leaving this place was always damn near impossible.

Relieved, she made it to the light right before she had to get on the interstate. But something had captured her attention. Bright flames had glowed in an apartment building, and a few people began to gather around. Quickly pulling over to the side and getting out her car, she rushed towards the group of people. The fire began to grow wilder, with the sounds of screaming and frightened people filled the air.

She looked around, noticing there were a few people on the phone with 911. But her attention was captured by a screaming man who was being dragged out by other men. ‘MY DAUGHTER! MY DAUGHTER IS IN THERE!’ He was in distress. Coughing to death. He had no energy to fight but all his energy went towards the shouting for his child.

This stirred up a feeling inside Cardi that she had never felt. The feeling to protect, even if it meant risking her life. After all, if it was her child in a burning building, and Superman was no where to be found, she would hope someone stepped up to be a hero for her.

Rushing over to the 3 men who were in coughing fits, she asked— ‘sir! What floor is your daughter on?! Where can I find her?!’ She had to yell over the sound of burning and collapsing debris.

‘2nd… floor.’ He wheezed. ‘Please… my baby… she’s all… I have.’

Taking in a deep breath, she looked up at the building. The flames were moving faster than she could have imagined. She had to move quickly.

Quickly, Cardi tied up her hair and kicked off her heels. She snatched off her blazer and tossed it on the ground. Suddenly, she heard the blaring of sirens rushing around the corner. The police, fire fighters and paramedics. She had to move before she had no chance to go. The crowd called out behind her as she raced inside.

Hey! Hey! What are you doing?!

Oh my god!

She’s going to die in there!

Stepping inside, she immediately regretted her decision. As soon as that smoke hit her lungs, she coughed as if her lungs were clawing their way out of her throat. It burned to breathe, but she had to keep pushing.

The floor was warm, not hot enough to burn her feet but hot enough to have her move quickly.

The stairs hadn’t fallen through yet, but they looked like they were on the verge. So even with her cough, Cardi rushed up that flight of stairs to get to the second floor.

When she made it, she thought all was lost. The 3rd floor had already fallen through and the flames are as tall as the ceiling. Suddenly, she heard whimpering. ‘Papa!? Where are you papa?!’ Through the wall. A shroud of hope covered her. She looked at the door that was partially blocked by burning debris. She wouldn’t be able to make it through there. But the wall was already burning and coming apart. ‘WAIT A MINUTE HONEY! IM GOING TO GET YOU OUT OF THERE!’ She yelled before she broke out into another fit of coughs.

Looking around, Cardi tried to find anything durable enough to break down this wall. There was a metal pipe laying on the ground. ‘This should work.’ And as soon as she picked it up, the metal singed her palms. Letting out a pained hiss, ‘AH!’ She quickly dropped it and backed away. She looked down at her hands, pink and burned. ‘Dammit.’ She cursed herself. She had to think quickly, so she unbuttoned her shirt, and wrapped it around the metal for protection. She then painfully picked up that metal pipe and started beating a hole into the wall.

Boom! Crash! Is all she could hear. She stopped for a second, terrified of the ceiling had finally caved in on the child. ‘HELLO!? SWEET HEART ARE YOU THERE?!’ No answer. Cardi’s eyes filled with tears. ‘No, no-no-no. Uh uh.’ She started beating faster, pushing through as hard as she could as her coughing became unbearable by the second.

Finally, she squeezed herself into the hole she created. Cutting, scraping, and burning her flesh as she did so. ‘Urrrrrggghhh!’ She groaned out in pain. And once through, she saw the child sitting in the corner of her bedroom. It was untouched by the fire. She held a little plush kitty towards her chest. She was safe.

‘Oh baby girl…’ Cardi gushed as she coughed. Limping in pain and exhaustion, she made her way to the child. ‘I’m a friend of daddy’s OK? I’ve come to get you out of here alright? What is your name?’

The girl looked at her with swollen teary eyes. She seem to have been crying forever, and clearly — it was hard for her to breathe too. ‘Mya…’

‘Oh…’ Cardi sighed softly, ‘That’s…’ she sighed again, ‘Such a pretty … name.’ She looked around for a second, and noticed the window. She quickly stood up and rushed over towards it and pushed it open. ‘Mya…’ she breathe heavily before coughing. ‘We have to get out of here…come.’ Opening her arms, the child didn’t hesitate to crawl into the unfamiliar woman’s arms.

Finding a piece of cloth, she used it to twist the door knob painfully. And when she did, the hall way was blocked off in blazing debris. This must’ve been what she heard outside her door. She coughed some more as the little girl whined, worriedly. ‘Shhh, it’s OK.’ Cardi whispered before quickly closing the door.

‘Shit.’ She cursed and walked over to the window to try and her fresh air. But to no avail. The air wasn’t circulating fast enough and the longer they stayed, the harder it became to breathe.

‘We’re going to die aren’t we?’ The child asked.

Cardi looked at her with narrowed eyes, ‘No… no… we don’t do that… we are— strong… we can… we can do this.’ She fought as she felt herself losing her own consciousness. Her chest burned as she did her best to push down her coughing, but it just felt soothing to do so.

Crash! The apartment shook beneath their feet. The woman and the child looked at the door. The floor in the hallway must’ve finally gave way. The little girl whimpered, her bottom lip trembling as she looked at the woman for hope.

Wheezing, Cardi placed her burned, stinging palm on the girl’s smoke covered cheek. ‘Don’t— worry. We will figure out a plan.’ Suddenly, loud cracking filled the poisoned air. She looked up to see ceiling, cracking. Quickly. Right before the ceiling finally crumbled, Cardi snatched little Mya up with all the strength she had left in her and dashed to the corner of the room, sitting right beneath the window.

Mya screamed in fear as they watched the floor eat the heavy debris covered in flames. ‘Shhhh… shhh. It’s… OK.’ She stroked the child’s head sweetly. Cardi watched that hole in the floor. Glowing like the fiery pits of hell. She wasn’t the type to give up… but she was tired. Literally burnt out. Never would she have imagined though, she’d die this way.

Holding the small girl in her lap as Cardi gained closure of her fate, she whispered, ‘How… old are you?’

The little girl wheezed… hesitating to answer as her weakness got the best to her too. ‘… 4…’

‘Oh…’ she scoffed weakly, ‘You are… the bravest… 4 year old… I’ve ever…’ she was struggling. She was so tired. ‘Sleep.. so… sleepy.’ And finally… letting the idea of sleep, welcome her with open arms.

But, only for a short moment.

She didn’t feel herself being lifted off of the ground, nor did she really have the strength to open her eyes all the way.

Through blurry eyes, she saw red and blue. Wheezing— she couldn’t say much. Too weak to even mouth anything… she just laid there almost lifeless in his arms.

Hearing the cheers of people around them, chanting his name as he carried both her and the little girl towards the stretchers. They had placed oxygen masks over their noses. The child was interacting well with her father… but Cardi— was barely holding up. Finally, opening her eyes a little bit more, she was able to see his face. They were tired and still burned as if someone stuck hot coals on them.

But he was so much more beautiful… majestic up close. She had encountered him before… but to have him save her— she was lost for words… wasn’t like she could talk anyway.

‘You’re going to be alright, ma’am.’ He said, his voice stern, deep and positive. Giving him a weak smile as they lifted her up in the truck, the soon passed out once again once out of her sight.

***

She had awakened in the worst pain she could ever imagine. Cardi ached so bad, she could not move. ‘Ah.’ Her voice was still partially gone, her throat hurt and the lights were so damn bright.

Blinking enough times to make out her surroundings, she took note that she was in the hospital, and what she went through the other night was not in fact a dream but real life. She carefully looked over to the left to her table was covered in flowers and cards. They looked fresh and alive.. so she couldn’t have been out for a long time. What a relief.

[buckysgoldenheart]

Just Us

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: Henry is sick and tired of you bringing dates back to your shared apartment, and he has no problem letting you know. So basically, mega jealous Henry, which I am a pathetic sucker for.

Warnings: mentions of sex, lots of cursing. I think that’s it.

Notes: this is kind of similar to another fic I did, and I try not to do that, but I just really felt the need to write this, so I did.

Words: 2732

Henry’s mood turned sour the second you walked through the door with your date in tow. You came in with a bright smile on your face that he returned with a scowl, but you did your best to brush it off. Your roommate acting like an overgrown child every time you brought home a guest was nothing new; you certainly weren’t surprised, and you had no intention of stooping to his level.

“Don’t mind us,” You called to Henry from over your shoulder as you shed your coat and draped it on the hook. “This is James.”

Henry only grunted in response, not looking up from fixing his dinner; peanut butter about to be spread messily on a slice of wheat bread. You rolled your eyes, took James’s coat and led him over to the couch where he smiled sweetly when you invited him to sit and offered him a drink.

Entering the kitchen, you opened the fridge door and pulled out two beers. “So?” You asked, your eyebrow raised as you searched for the bottle opener in the junk drawer. Henry dropped the knife with a clang on the countertop, then turned to you and crossed his arms.

“So, you just thought this was fine,” He asked, his voice dripping with aggravated sarcasm as he shrugged his broad shoulders and frowned. “Just whatever, no big deal?”

You chuckled at the weak argument you’d had at least three times before. You wouldn’t have given him the chance to say anything about your date at all if you knew he wasn’t going to hang on to it the entire night just to explode in the morning for bringing a stranger into his home. Your home too, you would often have to remind him. So, it was your mission to let him get the anger out early in the night. You’d be less likely to have to worry about it later and could focus your attention on the man sitting in your living room rather than Henry’s imminent frustration.

“Henry,” You sighed and took a sip of your beer. “As of right now, it’s just the continuation of an innocent date. We’re going to watch a movie.”

“As of right now?” Henry huffed deeply. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means that if it gets a little heated, I promise not to make out with him in front of you, but at this current time, you have little to worry about.”

He sucked in a long breath through his nostrils. “Ok, that’s—”

“And we won’t fuck on our couch. I’ll take him to my room so you don’t have to see anything scarring,” You teased with a wink.

“Ok, enough.”

“And we won’t be loud, I swear.”

“Enough!” He snapped. You quickly whipped your head around the corner to see if James heard, but he was still sitting there, playing with his fingernails as he patiently waited for you like the gentleman he was. When you looked back at Henry, he was practically quaking with anger. “Get that asshole out of my apartment.”

“Um, our apartment. And no thank you.” You smiled and cocked your head to the side as innocently as you could. “I’d like to be having sex tonight.”

“With him?” Henry pointed a long finger in your date’s general direction. The fury in his eyes could’ve stabbed James through the back of his head if the wall weren’t in the way.

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously.”

“For fucks sake, Y/N. Have some self-respect.”

Your playful smile instantly dropped, and if you weren’t leaning against the wall, you would’ve stumbled. Henry had said a lot of things before; Hurtful things, things that made you want to slap him, but something about this felt worse. Assuming you were devaluing yourself by wanting to have sex with a man who was sweet, and kind and generous, and million other lovely things men, other than Henry, have never been to you, was like a stab to the gut. Henry was your best friend; you were his. You supported his choices and dreams, and it seemed Henry did the same for you unless it came to this very particular subject. He hated every man you brought around, but bringing them around or getting involved with them did not make you a stupid girl who cannot take care of herself.

“Jesus Henry, stay in your lane, would you?” You said, shaking your head and rubbing at your temple with your free fingers. “I don’t need my best friend giving me shit. Why can’t I bring a guy here without you acting like a complete dick to him and me?”

He stepped closer until you had to look up to meet his glare. “You’re a very smart girl, Y/N. Figure it out,” he growled, then moved around you, but you grabbed his arm before he could escape yet again. Every time, he tried to escape. Every time, he stomped away from you like a grump as if you had some reason to be sorry or ashamed, and you weren’t having it any longer.

“We aren’t children, Henry. I’m not playing this game. If you’ve got a problem with me, say it to my fucking face.”

He stared at you for a long beat, but then shook your hand off him and made his way down the hall, slamming the door to his room once he was inside.

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James was better than most at kissing you, and you’d kissed your fair share. He knew what you wanted--how you liked things--without you needing to ask, and it was like its own little miracle. There was no fumbling around. His lips were firm and his arms around you were strong. He was confident in his touch on your skin as you straddled his lap, and all of it combined had you a moaning, whimpering mess.

“I wasn’t sure we would actually get to do this,” He said between kisses as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Why?” You lightly chuckled, your fingers skimming down to the little buttons holding his shirt together and easing one open. “I’m certainly having a good time.”

“Believe me sweetheart, I am too, but Superman there looked like he wanted to kick my ass.”

Fucking Superman. That asshole had come out of his room at random, inconvenient times as you and James lightly pawed at one another throughout the movie, and you both could feel Henry’s eyes on you. After the look he gave you the first time he came into the living room, you stopped turning your heads his way when his heavy footsteps thudded against the hardwood.

You made a low humming sound that had James’s cock twitching in his pants, and you moved your head down to peck your lips against his. “Don’t bother with him,” You whispered.

He leaned into the light scratching your nails were giving the side of his scalp, and with a groan, said, “If you say so, babydoll, I won’t give it a second thought.”

“Good.” You smiled, satisfied, then kissed him again but he pulled back barely a minute later.

“It’s just…the way he looks at you.”

“He’s a protective friend.” You snickered and ground your hips down on his a little harder to get him back on track.

He groaned as his fingers dug into your waist, but it didn’t distract him. “No, it’s not only that. It’s like…” His lips pursed trying to find the words. “He looks at you in a way that friends normally do not look at one another.”

“He’s got some weird attitude tonight, ok? It’s nothing.” Grabbing his cheeks, you forced him to look directly at you when you said, “Now keep kissing me before I get too impatient.”

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At two in the morning, you figured you were safe. You figured there would be a direct and easy path to the front door of your apartment as you let James out with a smile and a goodbye kiss and promises to text one another the next day, though you weren’t sure how much either of you really meant it. And you were right, there was an uninterrupted tiptoeing to the door. It was when you turned back for your bedroom that you realized the path had a roadblock.

Henry stood in front of you, the fumes nearly visibly wafting off him, with the harshest look he had ever directed at you taking over his entire face. It was a disservice to his handsome features and made your stomach twist uneasily.

“Is this for fucking real right now?” He growled so intensely it vibrated in your ears. “Did I just see what I think I saw?”

“Jesus, Henry, you scared me.”

“You actually slept with that guy?”

“Wh—”

“Un-fucking-believable.” Laughing half-heartedly, he ran one of his hands down his face, but that was all it took for the shock to wear off and for your annoyance to set in.

“Ok, I’m done with this. What is your goddamn problem?”

The two of you didn’t fight this way. Not for long anyway, and even so, this time was significantly worse than any other. Outbursts happened for the both of you, snapping, and words you wish you could take back, but Henry was still looking at you the way he had earlier in the night; like you were a reckless child he was losing respect for by the minute, and it broke your heart.

He stared at you as if expecting you to have an answer to your own question, but when you didn’t continue, he shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, and said, “I’m going to a hotel. I can’t be here right now.”

“What? Henry, why?”

His keys were in hand, his phone and wallet tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants, when it finally registered to you that he wasn’t kidding. He was leaving so fast he didn’t care to take anything other than the necessities with him. That’s how much he wanted to get away from you, and you hated it. You never wanted to get away from him.

Light from the hall streamed through the doorway as you finally began to follow after him. You grabbed at his t-shirt when he wouldn’t respond to your repeating calling of his name, and he whipped around fast with a frown down at you. Your mouth kept opening and closing, unsure of what to say.

He sniffed once, thinned his lips, and removed your hand from his body, then as calmly as he had spoken all night, said, “I’m in fucking love with you.”

Then door was slammed behind him, jarring you and leaving you to soak the night in.

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When he said those words to you, the six words that he would never be able to take back, the ones that irrevocably changed your friendship in the blink of an eye, everything inside of you began to tremble and vibrate and beat with such intensity you could almost feel the functions of your body. Your blood was pumping a hell of a lot faster and you heart was ready to burst.

Your brain, your skin, the nerves and veins under that skin; every bit of you was working overtime to help process what happened and keep you alert as you did so, and maybe it was all a little overkill, but he had said the one thing you never thought you’d hear.

I’m in fucking love with you.

It would repeat over and over in your head, bouncing around the walls of your skull as it tried to find a way to escape, but there was no use. You could never forget his confession, or the way he said it. There was something desperate about it, weak. There was exhaustion, as if he were tired of holding it back and had given up on even trying.

It was too much. You’d never dismiss it, and God, when he got his ass back home you wouldn’t let him brush it aside, but for now, it was too much.

You wanted sleep after sitting completely still for two hours, staring into space. So you carried your body to the closest room, his room, crawled into his bed, and tangled yourself within the sheets until you wouldn’t be able to unwrap yourself without effort you did not possess at such an ungodly hour. You were stuck, trapped, engulfed by him, just like you wanted to be. Then you took his king-sized pillow, massive like his body, and hugged it to your chest, tucking your face in it. It smelled like him, all musky and piney and perfect in a way that always made you dizzy when he would sit a little too close and drape a long arm around your shoulders as you watched tv or read a book.

And you cried yourself to sleep, wishing he was beside you.

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Henry came back in the morning, though he wasn’t sure how he gathered the courage. Maybe it was the fact that it was you. Just you, his best friend, his roommate. He loved you in more ways than one, and perhaps it was that knowledge that made him a little stronger.

He’d face you, and he’d do it with the intention of making everything clear. He was in love with you and it wasn’t going to change. He loved you as his friend; that wasn’t going to change either, and no way in hell was he going to lose you twice over.

Taking a few deep breaths, Henry unlocked the front door and eased his way inside. You weren’t around the sunlit soaked first floor of the apartment, and when he traipsed upstairs and nudged your door open, you weren’t there either. He wanted you tucked in your bed, not gone and probably terrified at the thought of seeing him, so running to James’s or Jake’s or Jason’s apartment to avoid him. That would be the perfect painful exclamation point on the disaster of his poor decision making.

Then he found you. Not missing, but snug in his bed, warming the mattress with your body as it dipped the slightest under your weight. Everything about the sight killed him and melted his heart simultaneously. There you were, laying peacefully angelic, right where he had wanted you for months. And it looked so beautifully natural.

Not even stopping to think, Henry inched his way to the other side of his bed, lifted the duvet and slid beneath it. He reached an arm around your waist and pulled you close to kiss your forehead, then tucked his face into the crook of your neck. When you stirred, he leaned back to take in your face as your eyebrows scrunched and your lips parted in a yawn.

You didn’t open your eyes but rose a hand, placed it on his cheek, and ran a thumb along the corner of his mouth. As the goosebumps spawned all over his body, he wasn’t even sure you were fully awake, but then you whispered, “It was always you, Henry. Always.”

Henry swallowed hard as your sleepy voice continued.

“I figured you weren’t an option, and I was doing my best working around that.”

After running a hand over your hair and tucking some behind your ear, Henry pressed a kiss to your lips. A short, soft one to see how you’d react. Then you opened your eyes slowly and met your Y/E/C with his blue.

“Do it again,” You said, and so he connected your lips a little firmer, tightening his hold on you, and rolling on his back until your body splayed over his.

You moaned when he caressed his tongue against yours after opening your mouth an inch. Your heart fluttered in your chest the stupid way dramatic, moony-eyed women often described it in novels. You thought it was a myth, the idea that anyone could make you feel so loved just from a kiss, and you’d lost hope for that kind of thing long ago. But Henry ripped your pessimism to shreds in a matter of minutes.

“I want you to be mine,” he mumbled against your lips. “Just mine.”

“Then I’m yours,” You said without hesitation, tilting your head back enough to look in his eyes. You nudged your nose against his. “Just yours.”

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[bigskydreaming]

Bruce Wayne upon Henry Cavill returning to the DCU as Superman: 

“Oh, I see somebody decided to go and STEAL MY ENTIRE CHARACTERIZATION on his summer vacation. Nice. Boy scout, my ass. Well, don’t forget where you are now. You’re not in Kansas anymore. OR Middle-Earth. Oh, I’m sorry, I meant “the Continent” (look, all fantasy lands are the same, everyone knows that. Its called the United States of Narnia? Read a map?) Whatever. Just don’t go around thinking you’ll be bringing any of THAT role into this one. Stay in your lane, Kent. I do the brooding around here, and I DON’T share well with others. Ask literally any of my children. I even compete with each of them for their siblings’ time and attention, lmao like why would I share my stuff with you? I’ve never even adopted you, like even a little bit, helloooooo. 

Oh, and btw, I still have my anti-Superman armored suit down in the Batcave. Its filed in the Aisle of All My Mistakes, Obsessively Archived For Posterity and Also Memorialized In A Super-Healthy And Not At All Concerning Way That Has Nothing to Do With Routine Self-Flagellation Because Reasons, no matter what Dick has told you. He’s a habitual liar, picked it up from me. I’m very proud. In addition to my anti-Superman suit I also have a lifetime membership to the Can and Will Repeat My Worst Mistakes Like Clockwork and Learn Nothing From Them Ever Club, so despite how disastrously everything went the last time I got my ass beat by you even WITH ‘prep time,’ no matter what the reddit Rumbles thread started by my sockpuppet account claims - y’know, back when I was manipulated into seeing you as Satan by a supervillain who looked at my ego and paranoia and said well this looks so easy even I almost feel bad about weaponizing it for Evil? - well, Poor Life Choices is the longest committed relationship I’ve ever had in my life and I’m WAY too invested to back down on that front now. I’d just look flaky. 

So in conclusion to this impromptu Powerpoint presentation that I just happened to have handy despite zero advance indicators I might need it and suggests either that I probably SHOULD be tested for the meta-gene or else that I really AM an extra-dimensional Batgod and everybody should be wildly concerned about that, the point is I’m ready to willfully disregard ALL of the aforementioned self-awareness and life lessons that didn’t stick, 100% prepared to throw down all over again if I see even a hint of that lip curling in a derisive half-smirk that suggests ‘I am cursed to share this planet with incompetent dumbasses.’ Just because my legal department still hasn’t figured out how to trademark a Mood even when its mine and I basically invented it, I’m pretty sure, well, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna just stand idly by and let you STEAL IT when plagiarism is a felony that carries a five year sentence. Minimum. Probably. Idk. Look, in this particular universe I mounted machine guns on my car instead of ridiculous physics-defying grappling hooks. I lost sight of Proportionate Responses literal decades ago. This is not new information. Let’s move on.

 Wait, what? No there’s nothing to read into the fact that I make a habit of watching your lips. You’re an alien. I’m a detective. I’m documenting how the topography of your face shifts in response to each and every emotion-incited twitch, all so I can plausibly pull off my ‘I can see into a man’s very soul by deciphering his micro-expressions’ bullshit with you too. Its literally for Science? I’ll write a book on it someday. Maybe. And if I do there will obviously be zero subtext about why I detail Kryptonian musculature in vastly more explicit detail than I do the mechanics of heat vision, duh, like lmao you sound so unhinged right now, literally what even is your deal.”

Bruce, walking away muttering: Who the fuck does this guy even think he is? And just going around adopting random orphans he trains to fight bad guys and save the world? That’s MY move. Everyone knows that! Respect my brand and go get your own, asshole. Jeez.

* this is a joke post that is not in any way meant to speak to OP’s actual interpretation of any Bruce Wayne that matters, just a random expansion on DCU movie Bruce Wayne who I disavow for being the Ultimate Bad Take of that universe on account of what the actual fuck am I supposed to do with a Batman who has his car gun down random henchmen in the name of literally nobody even knows at this point. Like, hello? Now what are he and Jason supposed to fight about and be forever tragically estranged because of? You guys gotta THINK about this stuff before you just go around throwing hundred million dollar budgets at the first pitch to go “here’s how a Superman and Batman fight to the death can still win, actually.” No, but seriously. For real. I just really hate Batfleck’s characterization. Like, with the fiery passion of a hundred thousand suns all competing in the official Universe’s Hottest Supernova competition. And as you can see, I am super reasonable and rational about this and am definitely probably likely to change my mind about it if exposed to just the right counter-argument that I have just never considered or been approached with before. And ‘tis not even an objection to his casting, the aesthetics, not the DC movie universe as a whole. Nay. Nay I say, with much over the top ridiculousness to blunt the edge of any inclination one might have to treat this post seriously because Somebody On The Internet Is Being Wrong persists as a problem that occasionally besets us all. No? That’s literally just me projecting and my experiences are not actually universal? Huh. Weird. Not sure I like that. ANYWAY, to return to the afore-mentioned NAY I SAY(s)....my grudge match is against Batfleck’s characterization and Batfleck’s characterization only. Consider this my love letter to how absurd I find it, rather than an invitation to The Discourse as even my substantial history of arguing molehills into Mount Everests isn’t up to the task of expanding on a thesis that is basically just “I just think it sucks and I hate it, bye.”