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[cavillanche]

I’m home. Time to rest. I’ll be starting Gold Digger in about half an hour, and I’ll be here to chat and fangirl while I watch.

Anyone want to fangirl with me?

The fangirling doesn’t have to be about Ben Barnes… but it’s more than welcome.

[cavillanche]

But is often tired or overwhelmed.

[catierambles]

Shades Ch. 1

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Faith Culver (Vampire!OFC)

Warnings: Some violence and language

WC: 2232

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Walter walked into the bar and out of the cold, nodding to a waitress with a small upturn of his lips when she greeted him as she went past, a tray of drinks balanced on her hand. Calling it a “hole in the wall” was too generous, as it only had a handful of tables and even fewer booths, but it was comfortable and intimate, and he had felt immediately at ease the first time he had walked in one night. It honestly reminded him of a fantasy-setting tavern, with a lot of polished wood and rustic adornments on the walls.

“Evening, Detective.” The bartender greeted as he slid onto a stool at the bar, setting the folders he was carrying down onto the surface.

“Good evening, Faith.” He said in turn.

“Your usual?” She asked and he nodded, watching as she retrieved a dark can from the small fridge under the bar, a rather grim-looking skull adorning the black metal in gold with white gothic lettering “Liquid Death”. She opened the can with a hiss and set it down in front of him on a napkin and he picked it up, taking a long sip, the bubbles of the sparkling water tickling his mustache. “Your booth is open if you want it.”

“The one in the back corner…”

“Facing the rest of the bar and with a view of the entrances and exits?” She finished, leaning against the bar with her arms crossed over the shined surface, “Yes, Sir. Made sure it stayed empty for you.”

“You didn’t know if I was coming in tonight.” He said with a small smile, leaning into the bar as well, and she shrugged.

“Had a feeling.” She said, returning the smile. “I’ll take you over.”

“I know where it is.” Walter said but her smile widened slightly, a mischievous look coming to her eyes.

“I know, but I want to see your reaction.” She said but the questioning look he gave her went unanswered as she walked out from behind the bar. “Grab your water and your files, come on.” Tucking the files back under his arm, he grabbed the can of water and followed her through the bar as she wove through the tables, leading him to the back corner. The red leather booth was indeed still empty and he perked a brow at it when he saw the velvet ropes closing off the entrances of it. Those hadn’t been there when he was here last night.

“Faith?” He asked and she unhooked the end of one rope, hooks having been set into the table and end of the booth itself, letting it hang.

“Your booth, Sir.” She said and he went to it, stopping as he saw the bronze plaque that had been installed onto the tabletop.

Reserved

Det. Walter Marshall

Walter gave a small laugh, looking up at her and seeing her pleased expression.

“Had everything set up this morning.” She said, “It’s missing something, though.”

“What’s that?” He asked and she pulled her phone out of her back pocket.

“A picture.” She said and gave a sharp whistle through her teeth, “Ladies!” The waitresses put down their burdens and came over to the booth, patrons watching in amusement and curiosity as the bouncer came over too. Walter just smiled and shook his head, taking off his coat and setting it and the files down on the booth seat, standing front and center at Faith’s urging as the waitresses flanked him, all dressed in their uniforms of a black t-shirt with the bar’s logo and white shorts. The bouncer took Faith’s phone from her and one of the waitresses moved aside as she slid in next to him, leaning against him with her elbow on his shoulder. The waitress on his other side looped her arm with his and turned into him as he tucked his hands into his jeans pockets, the bouncer turning the phone sideways and raising it, standing back a way so he was able to get all of them.

“Everyone smile!” He said and Walter felt Faith go up on her toes, whispering in his ear.

“That includes you, Grumpy.” She said and the smile that pulled at his lips was genuine. The flash went off as the picture was taken and the waitress at his side hugged his arm before moving away and everyone went back to work, Faith staying after she got her phone back, sliding it back into the back pocket of her jeans.

“Now I know I’m here too much.” He said, turning to her.

“And we love having you.” She said, “Seriously, how many times have you rescued one of my girls from a handsy drunk or made sure the closers got to their cars okay at the end of the night? Keep being you, Walter, and you’ll always be welcome here.”

“Thank you, Faith.”

“I gotta get back behind the bar, but you let us know if you need anything and you got it, okay?”

“Will do.” He said with a nod and she reached out, squeezing his arm before she walked away, heading back to the bar.

The time passed quickly as he sat at the booth, drinking water that was replaced frequently while he looked over case files. He did turn his eyes up at the bar every so often, surveying the room on the off-chance he was needed, Faith’s observations about his behavior coming to mind. Speaking of…

Walter found his eyes drifting over to her behind the bar whenever he made his sweeps, watching as she interacted with those sitting there, pouring drinks or making small talk. Her own t-shirt fit her upper body snugly, her long dark hair pulled into a braid over her shoulder.

Movement made the light catch her necklace and it drew his attention. It was a simple thing, what looked like a bullet wrapped with a leather cord around her neck and laying against her t-shirt. Not any bullet he’s ever seen, though, as it shone with an almost quicksilver luminance. The slightly flared base told him it would fit a .357 magnum revolver, and while he couldn’t see it properly, he would bet money that it was a flat nose or hollow point. Interesting accessory choice, but who was he to judge?

The bar slowly started to empty, even quicker once she called the last call and he thought about starting to pack up the files, but he’s been there past closing before and she didn’t mind if he stayed later after she locked up. In fact, she often joined him in his booth, going over the books and the day's earnings while he continued to look over current case files.

Soon he was the only one left in the bar and he got up from his seat, stretching with his arms above his head, watching as the couple remaining waitresses got their things after cleaning up. Slipping his coat on, he walked them out and around the back where the employees parked before heading back into the bar once they were safely off, the bouncer having left hours ago with the last wave of waitresses.

Faith was already sitting in the booth when he got back inside, a laptop in front of her as she input numbers and went over receipts. His eyes went to the crime scene photos that were face-up next to her on the table, and he knew she had seen them, but he had long since learned that she was not faint of heart and wasn’t bothered by scenes of violence. Some trauma in her past, maybe, making her jaded to such things. He didn’t ask, and she didn’t offer to tell him. She looked up at him briefly with a small smile as he slid back into the booth next to her.

“How’d you do?” He asked.

“Not bad for a weekday.” She said, “I need to put in an order for more scotch, though, as well as your favorite poison. You really should look into getting help for your little addiction.” Walter perked a small smile at that, but didn’t otherwise respond.

“Faith?”

“Yeah, Walter?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“What you did with the booth. It was nice of you.” Walter said and she leaned against his shoulder briefly. “You want to go to dinner sometime?” Her typing on the laptop stopped and he winced inwardly. Way to ruin the mood, Marshall.

“I’d like that.” She said and he looked at her quickly, making her laugh. “Don’t look so surprised! You’re a handsome man, Walter, and you’re a good person. Any lady would be flattered by your interest.”

“Tell that to my ex-wife.” He grumbled and she snorted.

“Didn’t know you used to be married.”

“Once upon a time.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah?”

“Once upon a time.” She said and he nodded.

“What happened? If you don’t mind my asking.” Walter said and there was a pregnant pause.

“He died.” She said finally.

“I’m sorry.” He said, reaching over and squeezing her hand gently, getting a gentle squeeze in return.

“It was a long time ago.” She said, “Or at least it feels like it.”

“We don’t have to go out if you’re not ready…”

“I already said yes, Detective.” She said with a small upturn of the corner of her lips, “Not going back on my word now. Besides, I like you, and I want to go out with you, see what comes of it.”

“I like you too.” He said.

“And I’d be lying if I didn’t wonder if that beard is as soft as it looks.” She said and he barked a laugh before presenting his cheek, patting it in invitation making her laugh as well. Her hands came up and he felt her fingers move through his beard, nails scratching lightly through the whiskers. “Beard oil?”

“Every day.” Walter said.

“It’s like petting a guinea pig.” She said and he laughed, taking her hands in his and pulling them away from his face.

“Did you just compare my beard to a rodent?” He asked.

“A very cute, loveable rodent.” She said and he brought her hands to his lips, kissing her fingers as his eyes met hers. They didn't look away from each other even as they heard the front door open. "Bar's closed."

"Come on! Not even one drink?" They both looked over, seeing the guy standing in the bar and Walter released her hands, sliding out of the booth as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. The guy reached behind his back, pulling a gun and Walter stopped as it pointed at him, holding his hands up. "Empty the register."

"You're making a mistake, pal." Walter said, "But you still have time to walk out before anyone gets hurt."

"I said," He cocked the hammer back on the revolver, "Tell your bitch to open the register."

"Faith," Walter said, "Open the register."

"Yeah." She said, getting out of the booth and heading towards the bar.

"Hey!" The guy yelled, "Not so fast! What do you got a shotgun under there or something?"

"The register is behind the bar, you want me to get it or not?" She asked and the gun swung towards her.

"You watch your attitude, bitch."

"Expand your vocabulary, douchebag!" Faith snapped back and the guy took a step forward, giving Walter the opening he needed to rush him. Grabbing his wrist, the gun went off but Walter paid it no mind, slamming it down onto his knee and forcing the gun to fall out of his hand. Taking a fistful of the guy's jacket, Walter slammed him face down onto the nearest table and wrenched his arms behind his back, taking the cuffs from his belt and slapping them on his wrists.

"Faith, you okay?" He called out, looking down at the guy but there was silence, making him look up. "Faith?" She was standing there by the bar, her hand to her stomach and when she pulled it away, it was red with blood. "Faith!" He threw the guy to the floor, running over to her and catching her as her knees gave out, easing her down so she was laying on the floor and pressing his hands to the wound, her blood seeping through his fingers and staining his hands. "Stay with me, sweetheart."

"Walter?"

"You're going to be okay, all right? Just keep your eyes open, I'm going to call for help."

"Not…not enough time." She said, "They won't���they won't get here fast enough."

"Yes, they will. It's not bad, hardly anything at all." Reaching under her, he didn't feel an exit wound and he grimaced, putting pressure on her stomach again with one hand as he pulled his phone from his pocket, dialing 911. "This is Detective Walter Marshall, badge number 8352, I need emergency medical services at--" She reached up, pulling the phone from his hand and throwing it aside. "Faith, what're you doing! I need to get an ambulance here for you! You need help!"

"Not…enough time." She repeated, "Walter, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, baby, just let me help you."

"I'm so sorry." She said, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. He didn’t know what had knocked him out. One moment he was holding pressure on her wound, and then the next…darkness.

[rizlowwritessortof]

Next weekend...

Kansas City Police Detective Dean Winchester has had a rough few weeks. An ugly breakup and a tense armed standoff ending in tragedy sends him to a small town in South Dakota for a few days vacation to clear his mind and seek some peace. Jordan Taylor is running from an abusive relationship, and her escape leads her to the same small town motel. A chance meeting and a dangerous encounter begins a relationship that may give them both a new start.

I haven’t posted anything new for AGES. Covid and then the end of Supernatural really kicked my ass. I’ve been working on this one for a while, at turtle speed, but it’s finally finished, and I’ll be posting next weekend. My wonderful friend Michele @editsbymichele on Instagram has made an aesthetic for each of the nine chapters, first time anyone’s ever done something like that for me, and they’re AMAZING! Go give her a follow on IG, she makes awesome Dean and Jensen edits, and she’s the absolute sweetest person! ❤️ And my bestie @jensensgotyoudean​ has been reading and encouraging and urging me on the whole way - thank you, mah Liz, for always being there! ❤️  

I’ll be posting each chapter separately and then a master post with links to them all, for those of you who don’t want to mess with separate chapters. If you’re not on my tag list and you want a tag, let me know! (also, for those longsuffering souls who have been on my tag list forever - let me know if you want off the train! 😊) I will also be posting on AO3.

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[kitkatd7]

Hello, all my lovelies!!! I literally cannot believe that 600 of you gems decided to follow my little blog (I’m still not sure why y'all did) so thank you from the bottom of my heart😭❤ it honestly means so much to me❤❤❤ Just a few shout outs really quick to a few of my babes on here❤

@saiyanprincessswanie ~ Missy I honestly do not know what I would have done on here without you, I probably would have left months ago realistically if it hadn’t been for your constant support and kindness to me despite the ups and downs that life throws. You have such a big heart and are one of the sweetest people ever so thank you😭❤❤❤

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Prompts below the cut

Places:

Cabin In The Woods

Somewhere On A Beach

In A Bar (@stuckonjbbarnes​ Marvel/Originals crossover with Pietro and Loki ft. Elijah and Klaus)

On Vacation

Stuck In A Hotel Room (@cavillanche with Clint Barton)

Haunted/Abandoned House (@buckybarnes101 with Bucky Barnes)

Library

Coffee Shop

Pool/Beach Party

Tropes/AU’s:

Enemies To Lovers (@smediumsmeatbae with Steve Rogers)

Friends To Lovers (@saiyanprincessswanie with Steve Rogers)

Fake Dating (@sgtjbbhasmyheart  with Bucky Barnes)

Only One Bed

Roomate! AU

Highschool/College! AU

Road Trip! AU

Baker! AU

Barista! AU

Bartender! AU

Biker! AU

CEO! AU

Arranged Marriage! AU

Mafia! AU

Royalty! AU (@leniram1890​ with Benedict Cumberbatch x OC x Tom Hiddleston)

Soulmate! AU

Fallen Angel! AU

Dialogue Promps:

“You gotta stop doing stuff like that.” “Stuff like what?” “Stuff that makes me wanna kiss you.”

“I don’t even know who I am without you.”

“You came back.”

“Stargazing was a good idea.”

“I promised, didn’t I?”

“The funny thing is I can’t even remember the first time I heard your name. How do I not remember something that made such a big difference in my life?” (@nekoannie-chan with bucky or brock]

“H-how much did you hear?”

“Right now I don’t even know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.” “Can I pick?" (@divine-mistake with Bucky)

“We live together. You can’t blame this one anyone else.”

“One of us is right, and the other one is you.”

“Remember when I asked for your opinion? Me neither.”

“Does it really look like I need your help?” “Yes. Horribly.” (@divine-mistake with Bucky)

“Shut up.” “I didn’t say anything.” “I don’t care. Shut up anyway.”

“You fainted… straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“If I ever see you anywhere near her again, you’ll wish you were never born. Got it?”

“I told you, I’m only here for the girl, not you. All you have to do is hand her over.” “And I told you, over my dead body.”

“Kissing me won’t make this go away.”

“S/he deserves better than me.” “That’s not for you to decide.” (@kitkatd7​ with Bucky Barnes)

“You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.”

“I needed you… where were you?”

“Stay awake, you hear me? Don’t you dare close your eyes! Please!” (@fablesrose with Loki)

“I will never belong to you.” “Don’t kid yourself. You always have.”

“Go to hell.”

“What aren’t you telling me?!”

“You’re going to break his/her heart if you pull a stunt like this.” “She/He has a heart?”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?”

“What the hell is your problem?!”

“I hate you! I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realize it.”

“Is that all you’ve got?”

“You can’t just do stuff like this every time you get a bit upset!”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“Stop yelling at me or I’ll give you a reason to scream.”

“Bite me.”

“If you bite your lip like that again I’m going to do it for you.” (@cavillanche with Clint Barton)

“Mine.”

“Shhh, or we’ll get caught.”

“Do it. I dare you.”

“Fuck me.”

“I want to take a shower so should probably join me. It’ll save water.”

[finleyjayne]

Ahhhh, thank you so much! This means so much!

Thank you for the nudges, thank you for the help, thank you for writing so that i would find the fandom and this hing called fan fiction. You are a blessed human.

Break A Leg

 {Chapter 1: Auditions}

Summary: After your accident, everything in your life changed. Your shared dream of being on Broadway with your best friend, Amanda, was over. But just because YOU don’t think you want the same things in life doesn’t mean that your friend won’t see through you. Taking matters into her own hands, you end up at an audition you’re sure that you’ll fail since SHIELD Theater Company is known the world over for typecasting. And you don’t fit any of your typical actress types. Little do you know that the company’s new writer - nihilistic, pessimistic, and resident drunk; Bucky Barnes- is looking for someone out of their normal choices.

Characters: Female Reader, OFC Best Friend, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, and all your other favorite Marvel Characters, hopefully in the long run it will end with a Bucky Barnes/Reader ship.

Series Warnings: Guys, this is based on my own experiences within the Acting community after gaining weight and height after an accident. There will be fat-shaming, mentions of eating disorders, unhealthy expectations, unhealthy coping mechanisms, also like bias based on looks.

A/N:this originally was inspired by @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ s follower celebration challenge. I was given the opportunity to use the text prompt “No fucks given, Next please.” Thank you Star! Thank you Thank you. Also a big thanks to the lovely @cavillanche​ for giving me a gentle nudge to write for myself and for being an amazing sounding board.

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[demivampirew]

Keep calm and go to London.

Tag list: Here’s the incredible people who showed me support (thank you so much for that) and people who asked me to tag them too ☺️ (I think I will write a few chapters of this story, if you want me to tag you, tell me ☺️ ) @cavillanche​ @mary-ann84 @henry-owns-these-tatas @yespolkadotkitty @dancingwendigo​   constip8merm8  penwieldingdreamer iloveyouyen  littlefreya  wondersofdreaming alyxkbrl solariumss  sweetybuzz25  @agniavateira​

Trigger warning: talking about depression; low self-stem and body image issues.

Disclaimer: I mentioned “Jared” in the story, because Jared Leto is my former celebrity boyfriend 😂 🤣 , before I found othe much better (sorry Jer) -if you want to think in other celebrity, you can 😁 -

You were in London for a few days. Your excuse was to visit some old friends that you haven't seen in a while, but the truth was that were trying to scape Los Angeles for a while. It's been a month since your breakup with Jared and you recently found out that the same day that you broke up with him, he slept with that woman that he sweared was just a friend. You knew that he did it in purpose just to hurt you for hurting him, but still it was an awful feeling to know that the person you spend the last five years of your live, who hold you while you cry all day in the last few months due to your depression, and who knew exactly how you feel about that woman, would be capable of doing something like that. Last September, during your tour in Latinamerica, you fell into a deep depression. Brian - your manager and best friend- found you a good therapist that agree to see you via videocall. At first, you didn't want anyone to find out -beside Jared, Brian and Beth, your other best friend- but soon enough you decide to make an statement on your Instagram account, explaining what you were going through. You made that desition after you saw lots of comments from your Latino fans complaining that you didn't have the same love for them as you have for the American and European fans, because you didn't laugh and smile as much in the meet and greets and during the concerts. It hurt immensely to know that they felt thay way, so you decide to let them know it was true that you weren't  able to act happy like you did in the other parts of your world tour, but that it had nothing to do with them or that they love them less than your other fans. After your statement, you receive a lot of support and love and you decide to become an advocate for depression and mental health issues; to fight to erase the stigma around them. Another thing that you did, was promise yourself that you were going to get better, not matter what it takes, your going to get through this. What you didn't realize in that moment, something that a part of you knew for a long time but was avoiding at all cost, is that you needed to end your relationship with Jared if you wanted to get better. He was not a bad man, but he was a terrible boyfriend and you knew it, even if you always tried to make it seem like if he was the perfect partner. He had a few good qualities, like he'd cook for you, and sometimes would text you to tell you that he missed you, and he would hug you every night for sleep. But, unfortunately, that didn't compare to his flaws: he was always working or hagging out with his friends -who included lots of skinny models, one of them was a former lover of his and she even told you to your face that she had feelings for him-; you never went into vacations together because he always cancel last minute due to some work related issue -but yet, he will always find time to travel with friends-, you moved into his house, that you didn't like and when you suggested to buy a new house together he opposed. He had a lots of flaws, but the worst one was the fact that he wanted to keep your relationship in secret. For the first two years of your relationship, you agreed to this because you didn't want paparazzi follow you around everywhere you go, or people commenting on your relationship -especially on the fact the he was nineteen years older than you, you knew that people would love to critize that-, but after a few years, you just wanted to have a normal relationship. You wanted to go to coffeeshops, to travel, to go to a restorant with your boyfriend, to go to the premiere of the movie you were in or an award show together, etc. But he wanted the relationship to remain a secret. It wasn't until one day that you finally convince him to take you out to a restorant that people found out because paparazzi took pictures of you two and the next day the were all over the internet. He say that was ok but gave you the silent treatment for a few days. The fact that he was reluctant to the idea of your relationship being public and being seen with you affected you a lot. You grew up with lots of self-steem and body image issues and before started dated him you finded a way to be ok with your body and even feel sexy and confident, but in the last few years you were back in the self-hate train. You could stop yourself from comparing your curvisious body to the bodies of the skinny Victoria Secret's models friends of your boyfriend.  You were barely being intimate in the last few years, which made everything worst because it made you feel undesirable. But luckily, thanks to therapy, you realize what you needed to do. After breaking up with him, you moved out with your best friend Beth, until you decide your next move. You were feeling tired of LA but didn't want to live in New York either, those places were too big and too loud for you; what you were looking for is some peace. London was such a beautiful city. You'd been there before lots of times, but always for work - you were not only a successful actress, but also a famous musician and one of the biggest songwriters and producers in the world- so you never had much time for sightseeing. After a week, you felt a joy that you haven't felt in a while. That city was so magical. And you also got the chance to see some old friends. It felt like if you finally, after so long, you were alive again. That night you were invited by a friend to one of her friends birthday party. He was the actor Simon Pegg and they worked together in the last two Mission Impossible movies, as she told you. She assure you that she asked Simon if he was ok with you coming to the party and he say yes. You were not a party lover, but thought that probably it'd be a great idea to get out of you confort zone for once. You put up a black lace cocktail dress with long sleeves and let your curls free. Put some makeup -you decide to go for more a natural look- and your favourite perfume and went to the party to meet your friend. Once there, you sigh in relive when you saw that the place wasn't too crowded and the music was not too loud. Your friend was waiting for you by the bar, so you went there and after a long hug you two got reaquented. Last time you saw eachother was when you played a concert in London a year ago. You didn't realize how much you missed her until you saw her again. After an hour or so, your friend was looking to her right and notice something. -Come with me. I want to greet some friends.- she said. You followed her and saw her greet a group of gentlemen. Your friend begin to introduce you to the three men. -Y/N, this is Chris; Chris, this is Y/N. - Yes, I know who she is.- Chris replied - It's a pleasure to meet you. -Thank you, it's a pleasure to meet you too. - And he's Edgar.- she continued. - Nice to meet a legend like you-  Edgar said while shaking your hand. - I think that's a bit exagerated...but just a bit- you said smirking. -And he's Henry. - The mighty Witcher - you say in a playful voice as you shake his hand. -The one and only - he said, grinning - It's a real pleasure to meet you. - Same here. - you replied. You felt a tingly sensation; like electicity running down your spine and you weren't sure if it was because of his touch, because of his captivating smile, his piercing eyes or his deep voice; probably the combination of all of those things. Some time went by and Chris excuse himself and went to talk to other people. My friend was talking to Edgar and I was chatting with Henry. I told him that I was a huge fan of the show and it was a shame that I haven't had time to read the books yet or play the games. He was really surprised when a told him that I actually enjoy playing videogames, although I don't do it very often due to lack of time. We chat about our favourite games and books. At some point in the night, my friend and I went to the ladies room and after we made our way back to the group, Edgar started to ask me some questions. -So, Y/N, I heard about your breakup. I'm really sorry - He said. - Not need to be sorry.- I replied -Oh, ok. I wonder, now that you are single again, are you open to date? -Edgar! Are you trying to hook up with my friend? - my friend questioned in a protective way - No! I'm not asking for me. There's some friends -he cleared his troat- that find her really beautiful and I know would love to have the chance to have a date with her and I just wanted to know if she'd open to the idea. This friends are pretty cool guys, I promise. - Yes, I supose - I answered, not entirely sure. The idea of a blind date doens't sound appeling to me. -Great! We'll see later about that.- he said and then he look at Henry, like if the two of them were having a mental conversation and then he asked my friend to go with him to pick up some drinks. I continue to talk with Henry about games and the show and then he told me that he was going to visit the set the next day and asked me if I was interested in going to see it with him and of course that's not something I'd say no to. So we exchanged phone numbers and I decided to head back to the hotel so I could get some rest to be able to enjoy the next day.

[cavillanche]

I love Henry Cavill and it’s making me emotional.

[tinabean37]

Love at First Flight

Summary: Henry meets a beautiful stranger on his flight, and they get really comfortable.

Warnings: None. Fluffy 

Word Count: 890

A/N: This is my submission to @cavillanche writing challenge. I do not own the character of Henry Cavill as he is his own person. The character of the reader is solely made up by me. 

Prompt: You sat next to me on the airplane and fell asleep on my shoulder and I don’t want to move you because you look so comfortable.

Feedback appreciated :)

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Henry never looked forward to flying. Being stuck in a metal box for however long it took to fly to where you were going. No personal space, no privacy. And then there was the anxiety itself. For someone whose job it was to captivate a lot of people and travel to various locations, Henry's hangups seemed an odd fit for an actor. But he loved what he did. It was just some days, like travel days, were worse than others. At least this flight would return him home to London. He had been away filming in his newest role for the past 5 months, and he needed the kind of rest he could only get from his home. 

Lost in thought, Henry didn’t notice the person getting into the seat next to his until they accidentally bumped his elbow while sitting down. Henry snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at the passenger next to him. She was beautiful in a girl-next-door sort of way. Her eyes were shining, and full of apologies. 

“I’m so sorry about that. There is never enough room on these planes.” Her voice was soft and sweet. 

“Please, don’t worry about it. It will only leave a small bruise.” Henry joked back. Her smile was stunning, and Henry was endeared by the single dimple that graced her cheek. Once she got settled and buckled in her seat, Henry turned towards her to better continue the conversation. When he introduced himself, he noticed a small blush in her cheeks. 

“Nice to meet you, Henry. I'm y/n. You look familiar to me, but I cannot place it.” Now, it was Henry’s turn to blush. 

“I’m Henry Cavill. I’m an actor. You may have seen me that way.” Y/n’s eyes grew wide. There was the moment of recognition that Henry was used to. 

“Oh yes. That’s it. I’m so sorry it didn’t click before.”

“Please, do not worry at all. It’s nice to just be me sometimes.” He flashed his winning smile in her direction. Just as he was about to resume the conversation, they were cut off by the flight attendants taking their places for the safety announcements.

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The plane had been in the air for almost two hours. The time had passed very pleasantly, with easy conversation streaming back and forth between Henry and his seatmate. He began to feel his anxiety washing away. He decided to tell her so. 

“I have to say, I usually cannot stand flying. But this flight has been very pleasant so far.” He smiled. 

“You hate flying? But don’t you fly all the time?”

“Hazard of the job. But it is a means to an end, not a choice. Flying makes me very anxious. I feel claustrophobic and uncomfortable. I just need to get through 3 more hours, then I’m free of it for a few months.” They laughed together. “What about you? Are you visiting or returning home?”

“Working, actually. My company just opened a new office in London, and they are sending me to oversee for a few months. To get it off the ground.”

“That sounds wonderful. London is such an amazing city.” After filling in y/n on his favorite London spots, and the must-see places, Henry realized that the conversation was starting to wind down. There was a period of comfortable silence between them as she looked over her phone, and Henry scrolled through the channels on his seat’s television. Eager to start a conversation up again, he turned back to Y/n when he landed on the list of available movies. “We’ve got plenty of time left. How about a movie?” Y/n’s smile was sweet. 

“That sounds great.” Y/n responded, and grabbed the offered second earbud from Henry. They both decided on the newest rom-com as the best choice and settled in. Not realizing how tired he was, Henry only lasted about 15 minutes before his eyes were closed, and he was lightly snoring. 

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Henry was awakened by a light nudge on his arm. Disoriented at first, he took in his surroundings. He was still on the plane. It was still in the air but felt like it was slowing down. They must be close to landing. But the most startling realization was that his head was cocked to the side, resting on the soft shoulder of y/n. He quickly snapped his head up and ran a nervous hand through his tamed curls. She was still almost a stranger to him. She must have felt so uncomfortable. 

“Y/n, I am very sorry. I guess I didn’t realize how tired I was. Why didn’t you wake me when I fell on your shoulder?”

“I didn’t want to move you because you looked so comfortable. Plus, I didn’t mind at all. Your slow breathing while sleeping was very calming.” she added with a chuckle. Henry could feel his cheeks heat up in a slight blush. 

“Well, even still, let me make my embarrassment up to you. How about we get dinner one night while you’re in London.” Henry flashed his most charming smile, and y/n quickly returned it. 

“I would love to. As long as you promise to stay awake on me this time.” Y/n chided. Henry was sure that wouldn't be a problem at all next time. 

[catierambles]

Shades Ch.3

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Faith Culver (Vampire!OFC)

WC 1815

Warnings: None, really? Some vague mentions of suicidal ideations and SA

@liecastillo , @kmuir1 , @ms-betsy-fangirl , @kebabgirl67 , @themanfromu , @duckymomo-26 , @identity2212 , @mis-lil-red , @7eamfantasy , @peaches1958 , @cavillanche . @henryownsme , @summersong69

It had been an easy search to find her home address, and he pulled up to the house out in the suburbs, seeing a car outside that he assumed was hers as it had a sticker of the bar’s logo in the back window. Heading up to the front door, he leaned to the side slightly trying to see into the front window but the curtains were drawn closed, blocking the view of the inside.

Raising his hand, he knocked solidly and there was a moment of silence before he heard movement within, his hand going to the gun clipped to his waist as the locks clicked back. The front door opened slowly and he looked at Faith as she opened the door only wide enough so she could look out at him. They didn’t say anything for a long moment, staring at each other before she stepped aside, letting him in without a word and closing the door behind him.

Walter glanced around the dark house briefly before turning around and advancing on her quickly, pushing her against the door, his hand going to her stomach under her shirt, finding the skin whole with no trace that she had been injured at all. Holding her waist, his thumb moved over where a bullet hole should have been, not even finding a scar.

“Explain.” He said, pulling his hand away and she sighed.

“It’s complicated.” Faith said.

“Do it anyway.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Start with this: did you kill that guy?” There was a pause before she nodded, not looking at him. “Fuck. How?”

“I drained him.”

“He didn’t have any injuries, nothing that would have bled him out anyway.”

“I know how to cover my tracks.”

“You’ve done this before.” He made it a statement, not a question, but the silence was his answer. “Why?”

“I was injured, losing a lot of blood. I needed to heal.” She said as if it was the easiest thing in the world. “You can’t arrest me for it.”

“The fuck I can’t. You killed someone, more than one person I’m guessing. You’re a goddamn murderer.”

“You think I wanted to?” She asked, looking up at him. “You think I enjoyed taking that man’s life?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think.”

“Let me give you your explanation first, and if you still think you should take me in, I won’t stop you.” She said and he stared down at her for a long moment before nodding. "You should sit down."

"I'll stand." He said and she sighed.

"Suit yourself, but I'm going to sit down." Faith said and went into the living room, sitting down on the couch heavily. "Let me start off by saying that "Faith Culver" isn't my real name, not really."

"What is your real name?"

"Faith Callahan." She said, "I was born in Dublin, Ireland. April 15th, 1785."

"What." Walter said evenly, "You expect me to believe you're over two hundred years old?"

"I expect you to listen." She said, "Bookcase, third shelf, there's a picture album. If you would be so kind." He paused but went over to the bookcase against the wall, finding the album and pulling it from the rest of the books. "Third page." He opened it to the third page and was immediately drawn to the sepia-toned photo. It was Faith, dressed in period clothing, looking exactly as she did now. "You can take it out if you want." He did, carefully turning it over and seeing the typing on the back.

Name: Callahan, Faith

Age: Thirty-two

Date of Birth: April 15th, 1869

Country of Origin: Ireland

Ellis Island Immigrant Processing, 1901

"What the hell is this?" He asked, looking up at her from it.

"Exactly what it says." She said, "My Ellis Island intake photo. I was a few decades over a hundred when it was taken, so I fibbed on my birth date a little. With the number of people coming through the island on a daily basis, they didn't exactly ask for a birth certificate. Keep flipping through, start with the first page if you want." Sliding the photo back in the pocket, he flipped back to the first page, the first photo being that of Faith and a man both dressed in modest finery, but she looked younger in this one. "Photos were a luxury back then, but we managed to get one taken for our wedding." Taking the photo from the sleeve, he flipped it over, seeing the neat cursive on the back.

Mr. and Mrs. Sean Callahan

July 12th, 1810

"I was twenty-five when I married Sean." She said and snorted in amusement. "Almost a spinster at that age." Putting the photo back, he flipped through the album, seeing pictures of all types of her throughout the years. He stopped at one of what looked like a festival of some kind, holding it up and giving her a questioning look. She was topless in it and covered in mud, a wide smile on her face as she sat on the broad shoulders of an equally mud-covered man. "Woodstock, 1969. Don't know why I kept that one, honestly, bit embarrassing."

"Who's the guy?" Walter asked.

"Someone I met there." She said with a shrug, "I don't even remember his name anymore." He continued flipping through the photos, the clothing and styles getting progressively more current until he stopped at the last one. It was the photo that was taken last night, of him and her and the waitresses of the bar, large genuine smiles on their faces. "Printed it out this morning. I was planning on hanging up another copy behind the booth."

"What the hell are you?" Walter asked, closing the album and sliding it back on the shelf.

"I'm a vampire." She said simply and he blinked at her.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me correctly." Faith said, "A vampire. Sounds a bit silly, saying it out loud, but it's the truth."

"Prove it." He said and it was her turn to blink at him.

"How?" She asked and he shrugged.

"Turn into a bat."

"I can't do that. None of my kind can that I'm aware of." She said, "You ever watch the show True Blood?" He shook his head, "Read the books it's based on?" Another shake. "Charlaine Harris got it pretty close with how the fangs work. They sit up against the roof of my mouth and come down like a snake's." She opened her mouth, pulling her lips back from her teeth and there was a subtle click as fangs dropped down behind her canines, extending them significantly. She kept them down a beat before they went back up and she clicked her tongue against her teeth, looking away from him. "Proof enough?"

"Son of a bitch." Walter said.

"I had suggested you sit down." Faith said with a shrug.

"Your husband, Sean," Walter said, "How did he die?"

"I didn't kill him."

"It's not what I asked."

"It's what you meant." She said, “Isn’t it, Detective? You want to know if I killed him like I killed that man last night. No, I didn’t. I loved Sean, he was my husband and I would have done anything for him.”

“How did he die?” Walter repeated and there was silence. “Faith.”

“It’s not something I like to talk about.” She said, “Maybe if we had gone anywhere, I would have eventually told you, told you everything, but now…” Going over to the couch, he stood in front of her, looking down at her with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Faith.” Bending slightly, he forced her to look into his eyes with his fingers at her chin. “How.”

“We were attacked.” She said, “I survived, he didn’t. If you call what I was turned into “surviving”.”

“You were attacked by another…”

“Yes.” She said, “He killed Sean and Turned me.”

“Why?”

“Fuck if I know.” She said, “I never got an explanation.” With a sigh, he let go of her chin, turning and sitting next to her on the couch, noticing how she shrank away from him a little.

“What happened next?”

“I spent the first couple of years on my own before I was finally found by others like me.”

“They helped you.”

“No, they didn’t help me.” She said, “They helped themselves.”

“Fuck.” He said, scrubbing his fingers through his hair.

“I did eventually find others that weren’t complete psychopaths, that was a breath of fresh air. They did help me.” She said, “Was with them fifty…sixty years? Until I came over on the boat.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It was a few lifetimes ago, Walter, I’ve processed and moved past it.” Faith said, “So what happens now? You still going to take me into the station? Bring me up on charges?”

“No.” Walter said, “I’m not.”

“Good call.”

“Why do you wear a bullet around your neck?” He had a feeling what the answer was, but he wanted her to say it.

“This ol’ thing?” She asked, picking up off her shirt and letting it hang by a bit of cord. “It’s silver. I get one made every twenty years or so, keeps them fresh and viable. Just in case it gets to be too much.”

“You have others?”

“Only need one.” She said with a shake of her head, “The gun is in a case under my bed.”

“Where?” He asked, standing from the couch.

“Down the hall, to your left.” She said and he walked away from her, moving through the house and into her bedroom, looking around briefly at the computer set up on a desk against the wall and the messy bed covers. Kneeling by the bed, he looked under it and saw the case, pulling it out and opening it up, seeing the .357 Magnum snub-nosed revolver inside. Zipping the case closed again, he got up and went back into the living room, seeing her still on the couch.

“Give me the bullet.” He said, holding out his hand and she looked up at him. “Now, Faith.”

“Why?” She asked, “You were all set and ready to arrest me when you got here. Why the sudden interest in my well-being?”

“Because you asked for forgiveness.” Walter said, “Give me the bullet.” There was a long moment where she didn’t move, just continued to stare up at him before she stood, pulling the cord from around her neck and dropping the bullet into his palm. He tucked it into his jeans pocket before he pulled her into his arms, holding her against his chest. He caught the slight tremors that ran through her body as he held her before her arms came around him, her hands fisting in his sweater at his back. “I’ll be back later.”

“You don’t have to come back at all.”

“I’ll be back later.”

[brastrangled]

@brastrangled racism is hatred toward a person or group of people because of their race. Stop listening to idiots who say certain races can’t experience racism. Tell that to white people in counties where they are the minority and have their farms and homes burned and destroyed simply because they are white. Educate yourself. Bye.

The above post is from cavillanche (can't tag since their pussy ass blocked me since apparently their white feelings are hurt)

Please note that white people are not in any way experiencing any racism. Ever. Doesn't matter if you are white and experience any prejudice for something else. But you are still benefitting from being white period. Like period.

Why do white people try SO DAMN HARD to act like they are truly oppressed??? You aren't, get over it.

[magdelen69]

The Meeting

I had just crossed the finish line of the Mini Marathon. I was glad that I had flown out from South Dakota. Indianapolis wasn’t my last stop on my trip. I was going to Jersey, the Island dependency of the UK. I was going to run in the Durrell Challenge. It’s a 13k, not as long as the Half Marathon I’d just run, but between the two races, I would be short 6 miles of running a full Marathon.

So after my shower, I checked out and called my Uber. I was on my way to the Indianapolis International Airport. I had my compression sleeves and socks. They were helping with the recovery by opening the circulation and getting the acid that comes with running 13.1 miles to go down.

My flight will get to London by way of a layover in New York. In London, I will need to take a taxi to the Ferry where I get on and go across the Channel to the Island. Then another Taxi to the Hotel. But fate had other plans.

I hate flying. When I say that I mean I haven’t flown in a plane since 1992 when I got out of the Army. I had to fly from Seoul, South Korea to San Francisco to my home town of Rapid City, South Dakota. I was also four months pregnant at the time. I’m also superstitious. If I have heard of a third plane crash, I’m not getting on the plane. I’m convinced death comes in threes. I’m going to be on that third plane when it goes down. I know its stupid Lol....

But to say I’m looking forward to this layover is an understatement. I booked myself a first-class ticket on British Airway A380. You get a Massage (and after the Half Marathon, this is much needed), Spa and British Airways own skincare used on you. Full wait service and a full meal with wine pairing. Bed service (hopefully they can wake me up).

I was looking at my phone, not paying attention, reading comments on my Social Media from my Back On My Feet Family when I tripped over my own two feet. When I looked over, I was staring at Kal Cavill, the scuba diving, feline chasing big bear and jungle pig himself. He was looking at me wondering what this human was doing on the floor at his level. He looked up at his Adonis and Hercules's looking owner, Henry, a question on his face (She’s one you)

Looking down and trying not to laugh, “Are you okay?”

“ Yeah, I do this all the time.” This was not how I wanted to get Henry’s attention but since I had it. I was going to with the flow of the moment.

“Thanks for checking. The last time I did something like this I broke my wrist. I was also 10 and I was playing soccer at the time. I mean Football that is what you call it in England right?”

“I’m impressed That you know that. I’m Henry Cavill.”

“I’m Leah and I know who are. I’ve been watching your career since you starred in The Tudors. I’ve seen most of your movies correction I own most of your movies.”

“Impressive. Which ones haven’t you seen, and why haven't you seen them?”

“That would be Hellraiser: Hellworld and Bloodcreek. Horror and I just don’t get along it’s my thing.”

“Would you like to join me? I was just about to eat a light meal and read my script.”

“I would love to, but I know that you don’t get a lot of time to yourself because of fans like myself. I don’t want to interrupt you or anything.”

“It’s because of my fans that I’m where I’m at. Besides, I asked you. It’s not like you fell on purpose. Or did you?”

“I will never tell..lol but no I didn't I was looking at my phone. (yawning) If I fall asleep will you wake me up? That massage really got me to relax.”

“Now I’m your alarm clock and you haven't even answered my question!”

“Oh My GOD! How did I forget that? I blame it on your handsomeness. Yes, I would love to join you.”

“Why are flying to England?”

“To meet you.”

“What? Wait..”

“Let me explain. I’m running in the Durrell Challenge. I signed up as a VIP. I raised enough funds to get to have breakfast with you and get the photo op.”

“You just run a Half Marathon and next week you’re going to run a 13k?”

“Yeah”

“Are you ..”

“Insane? I have my moments where I don’t think everything through. I figured this was the only way to meet and get a photo with you.”

“Why not go to Comic-Con?”

“That’s a lottery draw. I’m not guaranteed a ticket. This way I get to help endangered animals and run and meet you.”

“Why a week early? Why not fly out Thursday?”

“I want to acclimate to the weather. I want to see the Hills that some people have told me is killer.”

“You’re going to do some training before the race?”

“Yeah, just to familiarize myself with the course since you or Charlie wouldn't answer my question on Instagram. I had to fly out early.”

Later…

“Thank You for inviting me to join you for dinner, Mr. Cavill.”

“Leah, I told you, it’s Henry.”

“ I really can’t call you by your name.”

“We just spent an hour having dinner together. You can call by my name. I insist.”

“I enjoyed it. Is it alright if I pet King Kal?”

“Yes. He enjoys a head scratch now and then.”

“I’ll see you on the plane. Hopefully”

I move to gather up my stuff, making sure I have everything as I was getting tired from the days earlier race. 

Henry could tell something was amiss. 

“Leah, what’s wrong ?” 

“I’m just tired from the race. My anxiety about flying is going into hyperdrive. I'm not big on flying. In fact, I haven’t flown since I was in the Army back in 1992.”

“You were in the Service?” 

“Don’t look so surprised. I mean, I know I don't look like Gal Gadot, but I did just run 13.1 miles. I can hold my own. I can shoot pretty well, you know.”

“I didn’t mean to offend. You just don't look like the type.”

“I get that all the time.” Yawning one more time. “I know that I am going to pass out in my seat.”

“I’ll wake you up when the plane gets to London. How are you getting to Jersey?”

“I’m taking a taxi to the Ferry, then another Taxi to the Hotel in Jersey.”

“ You really have this all planned out, didn't you?”

“ Yeah, all except for meeting you in New York. That kind of threw a kink into all my plans. But it was a good thing because I probably would have skipped dinner and wine. But you didn't get to look over your script.”

“With the way you're yawning. I'll get to look over it while the plane is flying. It is a seven and a half hour flight.”

“ Oh great, that means I can sleep. If we crash Superman will save me… Right?”

“ Now you’re being cheeky” 

“You mean just like you were when you were when you were on Fallon?”

Talking on the way to the gate, I make sure I have my boarding pass out so that the flight attendants can see it.

Henry looks at it and sees that it's right beside where he and Kal are gonna be, that way he can wake me when we land.

After the seven and a half hour flight, Henry leans over and wakes me up.

“Hey, beautiful wake up.”

“No, I don’t want to, Mom. I was having a great dream.”

“ Hey, beautiful wake up. This is Superman. I'm here to save you.”

“Shit. we’ve crashed.”

“So you are awake.”

“Yeah I heard the Captain say chairs in the Upright position” 

“ Did you have to call me Mom?” 

“ Well, I could’ve called you Dad, but you get called that all the time on the internet.” 

“You’ve seen that.”

“More like I’ve watched the Thirst Video.”

“Are any of those-”

“Those are my questions. I'm not saying nor am I going to admit anything.”

“Did you get to read your script?”

“Yes and No. There was an angel sleeping beside me who kept whimpering. Kal went over 

several times to make sure you were okay.”

Blushing a little bit. “I’m so so sorry. Everyone says I do that. I told you I hate to fly”

Looking up at Henry to make sure it was ok to touch Kal. “Thank You for checking on me. I owe you a flavored bone the next time I see you. If that is ok with you, of course.”

“I don’t see why it wouldn't be Ok”

As we make our way off the plane and down towards the carousel where we pick up our luggage I see my black luggage. Henry was standing just a few feet away and grabbed the same luggage but when I looked at the tag on the one I had in my hand. It said Henry Cavill. This can't be happening to me. Why does fate want to embarrass me in front of God and everyone? 

“Excuse me, Henry, your luggage looks like mine and I took it from the carousel by mistake.”

“I think you just wanted another way to talk to me again.” Smiling with a mischievous look in his eye. “Leah, why don't you save your money and get into the car with me? I'll take you to Jersey.”

This is for the writing challenge that @cavillanche posted.

Synopsis: This story is pure fluff.

 personal note I tag a few of you because all of you inspired me to write it. I missed a few @sciapod@adorkbeezle 

feedback is welcomed. remember first one. Thank to my editor @ hollydaisy23.

[angelic-kisses13]

Mine Tonight

Authors Note: Just a little blip I wrote yesterday. Enjoy!!

Warnings: None, pure fluff

It had been three months since Henry had been home. Three months since he had held you in his arms. Every night away, it was like a piece of him was being torn apart. He talked to you everyday, whether it was through messaging or Skype, he was making sure that you heard him say “Good morning” and “Sweet dreams”. 

But now, he was on his way home and he was more than ready to see you again. He hadn’t told anyone about him finishing up early, he wanted to surprise you. He had just landed and was on his way to the taxi, pulling his phone out he saw that he had missed a call from you. He winced, hopefully you wouldn’t be too upset at that. 

He carefully placed his bags into the trunk of the car, mindful of the gifts that he got his family while he was out of the country. Your present, however, was tucked safely in his backpack he didn’t want your snow globe to break during the flight. He and Kal both climbed into the car and gave the driver your address, he was soon closer to seeing you again. 

Fifteen minutes later and he was standing in front of your front door, Kal was sitting behind him, watching him, trying to figure out why Henry was taking so long to open the door. He reached his hand out and placed the key into the lock, the door swung open and he walked into your shared apartment. He took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of your perfume as it lingered in the air. 

His eyes closed and his shoulders relaxes, the feeling of being home was slowly coming back, but there was one part missing. The part that never ceased to make his heart hammer and his cheeks flush lightly, a smile to overtake his features. He took the leash off Kal and watched as he bounded up the steps to the second floor. He whined when he encountered the bedroom door closed, turning his body around he went and poked his head through the bar of the railing, eyes begging Henry to come and open the door so he could see you. 

“Alright, I’m coming.” Henry managed to take three steps before he was tripping over a pair of shoes. He sighed but a fond smile touched his lips, he took the steps two at a time, wanting to see you as fast as possible. Seconds later and he was opening the bedroom door, before he could even tell Kal, “No” the dog was on the bed and snuffing your face, his tongue coming out to lick over your hand. 

Your body moved away from the bear and a groan was heard. Henry smiled at the sound, he was home. He knew he should go and take a shower, knew it would help him unwind, but the sight of you curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed, covers pulled up almost covering your head, was a sight he couldn’t deny. He kicked his shoes off, his shirt and joggers coming off minutes later, leaving him in his boxer briefs. You always preferred him sleeping this way, something about the skin to skin contact making you relax at night. He snapped his fingers at his side, and Kal bounced down, his paws hitting the floor with soft thuds. 

“Sorry Bear, but she’s mine tonight.” Kal snorted at his words, but pranced over to the far corner by the floor to ceiling windows, and laid down on his dog bed, his head tucking into his tail as he let out a deep breath. 

Henry pulled the covers back so he could crawl in next to you, but he was momentarily distracted when he saw one of his flannels pushed up to your stomach, your legs and panty covered ass out on full display to him. He had to physically bite his tongue to ensure a groan wouldn’t fall past his lips. 

His girl was going to be the death of him. He climbed in beside you and settled down, one of his arms maneuvering your body so that your head rested on his chest, his arm under your neck and shoulder, the other resting on your ass, his fingers squeezing the flesh slightly. 

“Goodnight babygirl.” His lips brushed over your temple and down your cheek, peppering your skin in kisses before he lay back and let his eyes shut. 

It felt like only minutes before he was awoken, his eyes blinked as he tried to rid the sleep. Turning his head he was met with the sight of your eyes locking onto his, your mouth open in surprise. He had five seconds to recognize the look on your face before your body was moving to straddle his. He grunted as your fingers squeezed his biceps in excitement. 

“You’re home!” Henry chuckled as he raised a hand to brush across your cheek, relishing in the feeling of your skin. 

“I’m home.” He rasped as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down onto his chest, your lips brushing together in a long-awaited kiss. It was just a quick brush, not enough pressure to constitute a kiss, but enough feeling was conveyed for his body to melt back into the sheet, his hands running up your spine and wrapping around under your breasts, pulling you as tightly to him as he could, wanting the two of you to become one. 

“I missed you.” Your words were uttered so softly, that Henry feared he had conjured them in his head. 

“I missed you more, baby. I missed you so much.” He felt your hands run over his collarbone and down his arms, tracing over his veins in whimsical patterns that only you knew. 

“I missed holding you in my arms, the smell of your perfume, the sound of your laugh. Hell, I even missed the way you strewn your shoes all over the apartment, trying to trip me in the mornings.” You giggled into his chest, your lips and tongue leaving faint marks on his skin. 

“What else did you miss?” Your question was coy, he knew you were fishing for more of his compliments, and he was more than willing to oblige. 

“I missed your singing and your baking; no-one can make cookies like you. I missed your makeup getting on my shirts when I would pick you up. Your constant sarcastic running commentary. I just… I missed you… all of you.” He heard a small sniffle and he craned his head back so he could see you better. He bit his lip as he brushed your tears away. 

“You aren’t supposed to cry, babygirl.” You waved him off, your hands coming up to wipe at your face, smearing your tears into your skin. 

“Wanna know what I missed?” Henry grinned lightly, his body settling against the mattress, hands tangling with yours, his thumb rubbing circles on the inside of your wrist. 

“Do share. Tell me how amazing I am.” You scoffed at him, your body moving off of his and down to his side. He rolled over, your legs joining together, his hands sliding up your shirt, resting on your chest, between your breasts, encasing his hand in your warmth. 

“I missed your body curled up with mine. Your arms nearly suffocating me in our sleep. I missed your bread scratching my neck as you kiss me good morning. I missed your laugh echoing through the halls when you won a game. I missed the sound of your footsteps as you come to find me when your bored. I missed your fangy smile and your biting humor. But most of all I missed having you by my side day in and day out.” 

There was a long period of silence as the two of you basked in the others presence. Relishing in having their person back after three months. It had been ninety-one days, two-thousand one hundred and ninety hours, one hundred and thirty-one thousand four hundred minutes, and seven million eight hundred and eighty-four thousand and eight seconds. Yet, it felt like a lifetime for him. 

No words were needed as the two of them fell back to sleep, Henry smiled as his body finally let every last ounce of stress seep away. He was home, finally.

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[jlongbone]

"Not a bad person, just a dick" describes cavillanches I imagine. Then again, as someone who is bi, I would probs just not interact with someone with that belief. We have the power. Its called the block button. Or just not interacting with her button.

[peachyteabuck]

hi, i’m the anon who said they got called a nasty little creature (by one of cavillanches dumb followers) for telling another white person they can’t experience racism and honestly? i’m wearing it like it’s a badge of honour. my true status as a gremlin has finally been established and i am here for it

i’m pretty sure ‘nasty little creature’ is my gender on my birth certificate. same hat babes!

[demivampirew]

Keep calm and go to London. Chapter 2

Yep, I was bored so I wrote chapter 2 😁🤣 hope you like it

Tag list: Here’s the incredible people who showed me support (thank you so much for that) and people who asked me to tag them too ☺️ (I think I will write a few chapters of this story, if you want me to tag you, tell me ☺️ ) @cavillanche​ @mary-ann84 @henry-owns-these-tatas @yespolkadotkitty @dancingwendigo​   constip8merm8 penwieldingdreamer iloveyouyen littlefreya wondersofdreaming alyxkbrl solariumss sweetybuzz25 @thethirstyarchive​ @agniavateira​  @honeyloverogers

Trigger warning: talking about low self-stem and body image issues.

Back at the hotel, I took a shower before going to bed and then I look at my phone to check the time - it was 3 am - and I saw that I had a new message from Henry. "It was an absolute pleasure to meet you today. You were a delight to talk to and I have the feeling that we'll end up being great friends. Tomorrow I'll pick you up at the hotel at noon so we can eat something on our way to the set. Does that sound good for you?" "Yes, sounds great! Cannot wait!" I replied. "Amazing. So I'll meet you tomorrow. Sleep well." "You too. Sweet dreams." I finished the conversation. As soon as I send the last message I went to bed. It took me a while to be able to fall asleep. I couldn't stop thinking in Henry, in how excited I was about tomorrow, and that feeling I got when we met. It was strange, I've never felt that before. I woke up and I realized that I overslept. It was 11 am and Henry was picking me up in an hour. So I hurry up and take a shower, change into some jeans, a black pullover and a jacket and I put some mascara and lipgloss, there was no time for full-face makeup. I braid my hair and then put on some comfortable boots and then the room phone rang. - Hello.- I answered - Hello, Miss Y/N, someone is waiting for you in the lobby. - Oh, yeah, please tell him that I'll be there in a minute. - Sure. I'll tell him right away. Good day! - Thank you, good day to you too! I hung up the phone. I ran into the mirror to check if I was ok looking and then I grab my black bag and made my way to the lobby to meet Henry.   When I got into the hotel lobby, there he was, sitting in one of the couches, wearing a red t-shirt, white pants and a brown jacket. You saw him and couldn't believe it: he seemed even more handsome than yesterday. He was distracted looking at his feet, probably avoiding being recognize, but he looked up and saw you and smile and got up while you approach him. -Hi!- he said smiling -Hi!-you replied nervously, waving your hand slightly and he came closer and gave you two kisses in the cheeks. You knew that that was something the British people are accustom to do, but it caught you off guard and once again you felt that electricity, just that this time it ran through your whole body. -What would you like to eat? - He asked - You can never go wrong with some pasta. - I answered, smirking. - Pasta is then. - he agreed and smirked too. We went outside and we got into his car and he drove to a restaurant. We chat a little about the city, his favourite places, which he loved and didn't enjoy about London. There were more pros than cons. He talked about the neighbourhood where he currently lived, his dog - who left with his assistant for the day because he wasn't going to be welcome in a restaurant, he thought-, Jersey and his family. He took me to a really nice restaurant and I felt silly, wearing jeans and a pullover, it was the kind of place that even in the middle of the day you wear a nice dress. But thankfully, I decided not to let that detail ruin this amazing day. While we ate, he asked me about me, so I granted his wish and I talked about my family, that at the moment I didn't have any pets but I love animals in general. And then he asked me how much time I planned to stay in London. - Honestly, I don't know.- I replied - I just need some time away from LA. - It's because of your breakup? -he questioned, almost sounded worried - Yes and no. Yes, the city reminds me too much of him and that reminds me of all the pain I went through because of that relationship. No, no because of him, because of Hollywood, it's a bit too toxic. There, everyone wants to be your friend or acts friendly because you're "y/n" you're "the shit", you worked with the biggest stars, you wrote some of the biggest number ones, you fill stadiums, you started your acting career, made four movies and won three Oscars, but most of those people only want to get their piece; they want me to help them become the next Bruno Mars or the next Rihanna or Adele. I need a place where I can get some peace; I need a place where I can go grocery shopping without people caring about who I am. I want to make my art and live in peace, is that too much to ask? - I said sighing. - I completely understand how you feel and I know the pressure it must be much worse for you. -he agreed and gave you a sympathetic smile. You smile back at him and then laugh a little bit when you saw that he had some sauce on his face near his chin. You lick your thumb and proceeded to clean the stain. You took him by surprise but he didn't move at all when you touched him. He looked at you and you would swear that he was being shy. -Sorry for that, you had sauce on your face.- I explained - Oh, thank you. - he said nervously and you could see now that he was a little embarrassed. - You're welcome. - You replied and smile. You decided to continue the conversation with a more cheerful topic and asked him to continue talking about the rest of his family. So he did, he told you all about his nephews and niece. After lunch, you made your way to the set. It was impressive. In there, you saw a few stuntmen practising fights and was really exciting. You got to set lots of props and armours and even got the chance to learn a few moves from the stuntmen. One the stuntmen, a guy in his late twenties, blonde, green eyes, very good looking, came up to you and compliment you on your work; he had seen all your movies, buy your album and even went to three of your concerts. You were having a nice chat with the guy when his coordinator asked him to help him with something and as he was leaving, you almost could swear that you saw Henry sigh in a sign of relieve. "Probably doesn't like that guy," you thought. It was almost 7 pm and you were about to leave but you asked Henry for a selfie. He didn't know, but that was a big deal for you. For months, you hadn't taken any selfies or pictures except the ones from the meet and greets, due to your body image issues. But this time you didn't care about that, you wanted a picture to remember that day and the person who made it possible. He smiled at you and said "sure" and stood close enough that you could feel the heath of his chest on your back. Here we go, electricity down your body once again. You took the picture, and for your surprise, you love it, not just because of him, but you also looked pretty, you thought and smile. You send the picture to Henry like he asked you and then he took you to the hotel. Once there, he got out of the car and opened the passenger door for you. You got out, gave him two kisses in the cheek and thank him for the amazing day. He smiled and told you that he hoped to see you again soon, then he waved and got into his car and waited for you to enter the hotel and then left.