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[emmyrosee]

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BECAUSE MORE IS ALWAYS BETTER.

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Touch Starved

Dancing

Haircut Comfort

Trypanophobia

First Words -dad!au

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When You’re Sick

Angry

Temper Tantrums -dad!au

Needy For Him

Getting into Fights

Fatherhood -dad!au

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Halloween

Name Calling

Failing a Course

Norman F*cking Rockwell!

Playfighting

Pandemic Life

Incorrect Heights

ASMR

Coolest Instagrams

Fainting

A Cuddle Pile

What They Smell Like

Stoned

Sick Boys 

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Footie Pajamas

Random Headcanons

Breakfast Lovers

Their Tattoos

Holding Their Tiny Humans

All He Wishes To Give

Chefs and Liabilities 

NSFW Content. Reader Discretion Advised. Minors DNI.

Spanking Styles

Size Kink

Safewords

Moans and Noises

Pegging Them

Get You to Sleep

Lingerie Shopping

First Time

[adrienneleclerc]

Cachetona

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N gets told she’s cute all the time by everyone including her boyfriend and she worries that he doesn’t find her sexy

Warning: grammar and spelling errors, no translated Spanish porque me da flojera, IMPLIED innocence and corruption kink if you could call it that, honestly. It's kinda angsty fluff

A/N: I actually requested something similar to @shellyshellshell but this time I’m gonna add my own spin to it. I get told I’m cute and adorable by my bestie, I’ve been told I was cute by some adults, and I’m fine with it. Like I’m 21, I know I’m cute and adorable, because of my personality along with my chubby cheeks, so this is something I worry about and lowkey struggle with. Like I feel I can’t dress in a “sexy” way or do my makeup in a “sexy” way because I feel like it doesn’t match my face or hair at all. Así que me toca vestirme “cute”

Y/N has always had a rounder face and chubby cheeks. Even at her big age of 32, she still has those chubby cheeks that her mom likes to point out all the time. She thought she would have looked more mature by now like other women her age, she thought wrong.

However, truth be told she really didn’t mind being called cute growing up. It wasn’t until her previous partners only saw her as cute, it was even worse when her current boyfriend, Henry Cavill, started calling her cute.

They met a few months ago at Disneyland, which was already a bad start, Henry took his nephews (and nieces, idk) while Y/N went with her friends as a big Disney fan herself. They met on the line of the INCREDIBLES rollercoaster because his niece liked the loungefly bag Y/N had, again, not the best start.

Henry thought that Y/N was adorable in her Disney bound of Marie from the Aristocats and they kept talking in the line until he made the move to invite her to eat after the ride, to which she obviously said yes to because who the hell would say no. And that’s how it all began.

At Disneyland

“So Y/N, I like your outfit, it’s adorable, Marie?” Henry asked, gesturing at her outfit that consisted of white shorts, a pastel pink top with a pink bow in her hair, wearing a pearl choker with a gold bow charm, and pastel pink platform converse.

“Oh yes, it one of my favorite classic Disney movies. I’m a big fan of Disney. What about you? You have a favorite Disney movie?” Y/N asked.

“I’d have to say Hercules.” Henry answered.

“The music is amazing, and I love Megara. Anyway, what are you working on right now?” Y/N asked.

They were together for the rest of the Disney trip until on of her friends, Valeria, called her to say they’re leaving. Henry asked for her phone number and he called her the next day so they could have their first date.

First date

Y/N went to her closet and chose a White lace top with light blue shorts, nude block heel ankle boots, and her pearl choker again. Henry sent her the address of the coffee shop he wanted to meet at and when he saw her at the door, he thought she looked beautiful.

“Thank you for meeting me here, you look precious.” Henry said.

“Thank you, you look handsome.” Y/N said, sitting down at the table. When they ordered, Y/N ordered a brownie and a strawberry creme frappe for some much needed sugar and Henry ordered a croissant and coffee.

They talked about whatever people talk about on first dates, it went really well until...

"I'll call you later, cutie." Henry said, kissng Y/N on the cheek.

Present day

Y/N was in Henry's living room, wearing glasses, hair in two braids, a cream knit sweater, and shorts with Kal by her side. Henry came through the door after a meeting with his agent.

"Hey, Bunny, you're looking adorable today, how was your day?" Henry asked. 'Bunny' was your nickname because after you sneeze, you would twitch your nose before rubbing your nose with your thumb (guilty), much like a rabbit would.

"My day has been fine, took Kal for a walk, made him one of those frozen treats that are safe for dogs, safe to say he enjoyed them, el muy goloso." Y/N said.

"Thats good to hear." Henry said as he got close enough squish her face. "I love these chubby cheeks of yours, you're so cute." and Henry kissed her and went to pet Kal. "Are you going to stay and eat? I can make my specialty."

"I'd love to but i actually gotta head out." Y/N said, hoping Henry doesn't notice anything wrong with her.

"I can take you, it's no problem at all." Henry said.

"No, no, its fine, you cook whatever, I'll just make something at my apartment." Y/N said and kissed Henry before going to her car. She couldn't take it, she has been called 'cute' one too many times by Henry and to top it off, he mentioned her chubby cheeks, she was a grown woman, there are only so many times a grown woman could be called cute.

She drove to her apartment and began muttering.

"Can't believe he called me adorable." Y/N said, closing the door, putting her bag on the couch. She then saw her reflection in the full body mirror Valeria insisted in getting for their apartment. "No wonder he calls me cute." She observed her hair in braids and took it off, messing up her hair. She took off her glasses to see if that makes anything better - it didn't. Thats when she heard the door open.

"Amiga! No sabes cuanta gente estaban en las tiendas." Valeria said, putting her shopping bags down. "What happened? I thought you were going to be with your superstar boyfriend all day." Valeria said, looking at Y/N who is staring at her reflection.

"Henry called me cute again, y dijo algo sobre yo siendo cachetona." Y/N said.

"But Amiga, I thought you were okay with being called cute." Valeria said.

"I am fine with my family members or my friends calling me cute because I know that. Like I’m not exactly built like a Victoria’s Secret Angel, but I thought that at least my boyfriend of all people would at least find me hot. Clearly Henry doesn't see me that way." Y/N said as she plopped down on the floor.

"Hey, you don't know that." Valeria attempted to comfort her friend.

"He was called me adorable, precious, cute, not even beautiful, and he has never called me sexy." Y/N stated.

"Yeah, I can't argue with that." Valeria said.

"See! Y siendo cachetona no me ayuda. Men call you sexy, how can I be more like you?" Y/N asked. "Agh, I sound like a fucking teenager."

"It's all about confidence." Valeria said but Y/N kept looking at her. "Okay, I love you, you know I do, but you do own a lot of pastel colors in your closet. You can borrow my clothes whenever you're out with Henry, that's a given, but even the way you do your makeup is cute, and I know you hate hearing that."

"You're right, you're right. Okay, show me how to do my makeup so it could look ‘hot’ instead of ‘cute’.” Y/N said and that’s exactly what Valeria did. She gave Y/N a Smokey eye with Fox eyeliner, a darker lipstick, contour so her face looks slimmer, and minimal blush. “I feel ridiculous.” Y/N said.

“That’s because you’re not used to it. Also, if you want to look hotter, you need to straighten your hair. Like that sleek straight look.” Valeria said. “But that’s for the next time you want to see Henry, has he texted you?”

“Mm, no, not yet. Which one of these outfits do you think would look better on me?” Y/N said, opening up Valeria’s closet.

The next day, Y/N was in bed when she got a text from Henry.

Toro: hey Bunny, you want to come over tonight? I’ll cook your favorite.

You: yeah, Torito, I’ll come over, what time?

Toro: 6 sounds fine?

You: yep, sounds good.

Toro: okay, see you later, cutie 😘

“Cutie.” Y/N mocked. She got off her bed and went to Valeria’s closet and took out some things that she believed Henry might like her in. “Valeria, I’m borrowing your clothes!”

“Okay!” Valeria shouted from the shower. “You gonna shower so I can leave the water running for you?”

“Yeah, thank you!” Y/N shouted.

Y/N took a shower, washed her hair really well, shaved, when she finished, she put on lotion, her underwear, and a robe to blowout her hair. She changed and her her robe back on to do her makeup, took off her robe, and put on a perfume Henry bought you. She put on some black heels and a pair of her gold hoop earrings. She went to show Valeria.

“How do I look?” Y/N asked.

“Estás buena.” Valeria said.

“Thank you, let’s hope Henry thinks so.” Y/N said.

She got into her car and drove to Henry’s. She stayed in her car for a few minutes.

“Okay, it’s all good, you look hot, you look sexy, you’re not cute, not adorable, you’re hot.” Y/N said to herself before leaving the car and knocking on Henry’s door. Henry opened it and was in awe of how Y/N looked.

“Wow, Bunny, you look great!” Henry said, hugging her and letting her in the house. “So I’m making the rice now, the chicken is already done.”

“Great. Hola, Osito, how are you, Kal?” Y/N cooed at the fluffy Akita.

“You’re so cute.” Henry said. Y/N paused for a second.

“Toro, can we talk about something?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah, of course. What’s on your mind, cutie?” Henry asked.

“That.” Y/N pointed at him.

“What do you mean?” Henry asked.

“Okay, I’m going to ask you a serious question and I need you to answer me honestly. Do you find me attractive?” Y/N asked.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do, you know I think you’re precious to me.” Henry tried to reassure Y/N.

“No no no, not like that, I mena like sexually attractive.” Y/N said.

“I Don’t understand.” Henry said.

“Okay, we’ve met at Disneyland, right? You thought I was cute, that’s understandable because I tried to look as adorable as possible because I was Disney bounding. But the dates after Disney, you kept calling me cute or adorable or precious. Now i grew up getting called cute, my friends and family call me cute, I don’t mind getting called by them. But when my boyfriend calls me cute, someone I’m supposed to feel desired by…I know it’s stupid, and even saying this out loud is stupid, but when I’m dressed like this.” Y/N said, gesturing to her outfit. “And you still call me cute, it feels like you’re not attracted to me the same way I’m attracted to you. So please tell me something before we go any further in our relationship.” Y/N said. Henry was stunned. He didn’t know what to say. He turned off the stove and led Y/N to the living room so they could talk on the couch.

“Y/N, i am very attracted to you.” Henry said, look into her eyes.

“It doesn’t feel like it. Why do you always call me cute though? Why is it never beautiful or gorgeous or even sexy?” Y/N asked

“Because your adorable nature is something I find very sexy.” Henry said leaning in.

“A ver, Toro, i Don’t understand.” Y/N said, leaning back.

“Your aura, your way of presenting yourself, is very innocent and cute. It’s like loving an angel. So I find you very sexy, the way you dress in your pastel colors makes you look so angelic when we both know what’s underneath is down right sinful. You are so bloody tempting that I call you cute to hold myself back from doing what I really want to do to you.” Henry said.

“Who knew the great Henry Cavill has a innocence kink.” Y/N giggled a little.

“Yeah yeah, tease all you want, bunny. But do you understand what I’m telling you?” Henry grabbed her chin to tilted her head so she’s looking in his eyes. “You are very sexy, I find your cuteness very sexy. And I’m sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t desired because you are, I desire you every night.” Henry said and they kissed. “You feel better now, bunny?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Thank you, Toro.” Y/N said. “So…when did you first think I was sexy?” Y/N asked and Henry chuckled.

“Alright, let’s eat first and then we’ll discuss that, Bunny.” Henry said, leading Y/N to the kitchen.

The End

So Henry’s nickname is “Toro” which means “bull” because he’s a Taurus and of course really strong like a bull.

Taglist: @warriormirkwood

[impala-dreamer]

Wonderstruck

A Magical Short Story

~ Attending a wedding alone is rarely fun. Add to it a bunch of people you don't know all hidden behind masks, things can get a little shaky. But sometimes, if you're lucky, magic can happen...~

Henry Cavill x F!Reader

3,160 Words

Warnings: Nothing but romance and magic and fluff and mystery!

A/N: Yes, it's me. No, I have not been kidnapped. This was written in part for my personal goal of branching out a bit, but moreover as a Valentine's gift for @mariekoukie6661 and @kittenofdoomage <3

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Her dress was sleek and as dark as midnight; her heels were high and deadly. Her lips dripped with crimson; a silver mask hid beautifully sad and strikingly painted eyes.

She kept to the edges of the ballroom, ducking behind round tables clad in expensive linens and gold inlaid china, skirting billowing gowns as they spun on the dancefloor. She slipped in and out of the shadows with a slowly emptying champagne glass pinched delicately between two fingers.

Despite her annoyance in being there, she could not deny the beauty of the night. The massive room was decorated in glamorous gold and pearl accents. Heavy velvet curtains hung over the windows on each wall, letting in a glimpse of the moonlit garden outside. The floors were marble that had been polished to perfection, and a warm candlelight glow illuminated the room.

It felt as if she’d stepped into a fairy tale.

A fairy tale about a sad girl watching the party from afar, alone but for the bubbles in her glass.

Which, sadly, were now gone.

Y/N sighed heavily and looked across the dancefloor at the long bar that stretched across the back wall of the ballroom. A hundred guests in suits and gowns, feathers and masks, twirled in front of her, blocking the path. Silently, she weighed the pain of entering the waltzing throng over going another moment without a healthy buzz in her head. She took a breath. She took a step.

Her heels clicked rhythmically as she laid her course for the bar. She kept her eyes on the goal, carefully maneuvering through the dancing couples, wondering if they’d all been to some class she hadn’t been invited to. All their steps seemed identical; all the women spun with the same flourish. She shook her head. Life should never be so choreographed.

After nearly tripping over a dragging tail of taffeta, Y/N finally made it to the bar and braced herself on the top. As she caught her breath, a deep but soft laugh hit her ear.

She turned toward the sound and spied a large man leaning on the bar a few feet away. He turned as she did, leaning one elbow on the bartop and kicking a long leg over the other. His tuxedo was immaculate and perfectly tailored; his shoes shined like the stones below. He wore a mask of black with silver adornment, and two crisp blue eyes scanned her form from beneath. She could feel them sneak down her body, lingering a bit in the deep curve of her waist and at the globe of her ass.

She cleared her throat, drawing his eyes up to hers.

“Something funny, Slick?” she asked, lips pursed in clear annoyance.

The man grinned. His lips were full and pink beneath a thin scruff of a beard.

“I liked your dance,” he said in reply.

She was startled by his accent - elegant and somehow too perfectly English, as if he were pretending to be from across the Atlantic. She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure him out.

It was nearly impossible. The masks were a problem.

Y/N rolled her eyes. She didn’t know why, but she felt that he needed to work a little harder to get her attention. Maybe she was bored, maybe the shock of his voice had her aflutter. Whatever it was, she turned up the sass.

“Yeah, well, I was a ballerina in a past life.”

Again, he laughed. A little louder, a little more enticing.

“I can see that. Prima ballerinas often trip over themselves and end up slamming into tables.”

She bit back a laugh and turned back to meet his gaze. “We take a special class for that.”

The man cocked his head towards her champagne flute. “And with an empty glass, no less.”

“What can I say, I’m very good at my job.”

Slowly, he pushed himself up from the bar and took a step closer. “May I buy you another?”

Her eyes slid up from his shoes to the loose, curly mop of black hair atop his head. He was tall and broad, and looked as solid as a statue. Her pulse quickened.

“I’m pretty sure it’s free,” she teased.

He stopped a foot from her side. “Still…” With a quick snap of his fingers, he called for the bartender and ordered them both another round.

“A dirty martini, Mr. Bond?” She smiled at his order.

“Shaken, not stirred,” he replied, lifting his glass.

His smile was as intoxicating as the golden liquid in her glass and butterflies swirled in her stomach.

Each took a sip, swallowing slowly with their eyes locked. The blue crashed over her and Y/N lost herself in the sparkle of his smiling gaze.

Worried that she was staring too hard, she tore herself away and let out a hard breath.

“So… how do you know the bride?” she asked, trying to pry his identity free.

He licked a drop of vodka from his lip. “I don’t.”

She laughed gently. “Wedding crasher, huh?” She leaned closer, dropped her voice to a whisper. “Don’t worry, I won’t turn you in.”

He moved in even closer. A warm scent pulsed off of him, flooding her senses with leather and vanilla and something she couldn’t place. Something spicy that made her mouth water so much she forgot that she was supposed to be playing hard to get.

“That’s kind of you,” he whispered. “I don’t think Charlie will press charges though.”

She smiled. “Ah, you’re on the groom’s side.”

“And you?”

His eyes fell to her lips and Y/N’s cheeks burned.

“I, uh… I work with Chloe, the- the bride.”

He nodded and took a sip of his drink. “Charlie and Chloe,” he said with a light laugh. “So many Cs.”

He was too cool, too confident yet sweet. She almost hated him.

“Who are you?” she asked, confused and irked. She had not come to the wedding to meet anyone, let alone a gorgeous, blue-eyed Brit, who may or may not actually be British.

Another slow sip guided her eyes back to his lips and she wondered if he tasted as good as he smelled.

“Henry,” he said softly.

She laughed. “Of course you are.”

“Why’s that funny?”

“Because of course your name is Henry. With your perfect accent and your sexy tuxedo…”

He stood up, suddenly towering over her, and tipped his head, eyes swiping over her again.

“And what about you? You’ve got to be called Celeste or Audrey or something classic and elegant.”

Y/N drained the rest of the champagne at the bottom of her glass and stood to face him properly. “Well, Prince Charming, why don’t you just call me Cinderella.”

Henry reached for her hand and she gave it jokingly.

His kiss was no joke, landing softly on her skin and making the rest of her shiver. She held her breath and nearly fainted when he looked up.

“Pleased to meet you, Cinderella.”

Her head swam a bit and she wondered if that was what swooning was.

“Charmed,” she said with a dreamy smile.

He held her gaze, swept a warm thumb over her knuckles. His touch was like fire and she wanted to run. Away from him or into his arms - she couldn’t decide. All she knew was that there was magic in the air and she could not seem to tear herself away from the mystery of his face. His eyes were tragically beautiful, as if she was lost at sea on a broken raft, thirsting and alone, but she had the comfort of the blue waves to keep her safe. She thought herself insane. He was just a man in a mask at a fancy wedding. Just a tall, impossibly fit, perfectly dressed man at a masquerade ball. A deliciously gorgeous man who smelled like drinking in front of a roaring fire in a cozy library filled with old books in some ancient castle in Scotland. A man who was still holding her hand and her gaze, stealing too many moments and breaths from her day.

Y/N shook herself and pulled her hand from his.

“I should… go…” She turned toward the room. She had to get away, had to free herself from the captivating stranger and return to ignoring her coworkers and the bride’s overly friendly family. “It was nice to meet you, Henry.”

His frown nearly cracked the earth beneath her feet.

“Don’t leave just yet,” he pleaded. “I… Well, I don’t really know anyone here and you’re…”

She looked back over her shoulder as he hesitated. “Yes?”

He blushed and sought comfort in his shoes. Such a beautiful sight: a strong, confident man instantly melting into shyness.

Blue eyes looked up. “Beautiful and enchanting and… I was hoping that we could dance.”

She nearly fell over, knocked out by his voice and charm. A quick breath steeled her nerves. “Sadly, I cannot.”

He stood up fully but somehow still seemed small. “Dance with me?”

“Dance at all,” she corrected.

He laughed. “Well, how about another drink and some conversation?”

With a sigh, Y/N looked back at the crowd, into the sea of indistinguishable masks and unfamiliar forms. Giving in, she nodded politely and spun around to the bar.

They ordered another round and took up residence at the end of the counter, half hidden in shadow, invisible to the other party-goers. Music soared above their heads but they could barely hear it, so engrossed in each other’s stories.

They spoke of simple things- movies they’d loved as children and that well-worn paperbacks were still tucked into their bookcases. She asked him about home and he talked about the London traffic and how he preferred to stay around the house on rainy days playing games on his PC. He poked her about work and she glossed over her job, insisting that they keep the conversation light and free from day-to-day struggles. They drank and laughed and fell even deeper into each other’s gaze.

It was strange to have a conversation with a stranger in a mask. She knew that he was handsome- his eyes were brilliant, his lips perfectly plump. His jaw was tight and his neck was thick. He was big and sturdy, yet gentle and bashful. Though most of his face was hidden, she knew he was perfect.

Perhaps a little too perfect.

But as the alcohol flowed and the night wore on, Y/N couldn’t find a reason anymore to run. The night had cast a spell around them and there was no escape. There was magic in the gilded accents around the room, in the symphony of violins that danced above their heads, in their true smiles and tentative touches.

Even if he wasn’t perfect, she thought, the moment was.

And the moment was suddenly broken.

A firm hand on her wrist dragged Y/N from her place at the bar and onto the dancefloor. The bride would not be ignored and refused to take no for an answer. Pained by the intrusion and the demand, Y/N reluctantly took Chloe’s hands and twirled her around. The skirt of the massive wedding dress billowed like a cloud around Chloe’s small frame and Y/N laughed as she was nearly caught up in the fabric.

Heart racing and smile wide, she turned back to Henry but was shocked to find his place empty. Their glasses sat abandoned on the bar and Prince Charming was nowhere to be found. She felt a tug in her chest and a dampness behind her eyes.

Before she could shrug it off as just a random encounter and push his blue eyes from her mind, a tap on the shoulder made her gasp.

She spun on the spot and found him there with a sweet smile and open arms.

“May I have this dance?” he asked, dipping into half a bow.

Excitement rushed through her and Y/N bit her lip. “I told you, I’m not a good dancer.”

Unwilling to let her back away, Henry scooped her up and held her close, one hand capturing hers and the other pressing gently into the small of her back. He leaned in and teased his lips at her ear.

“Then let me lead…”

His fingers pulsed against her back, guiding her to move against him. They turned a few times until she was dizzy in his arms, laughing as he whispered into her ear:

“Left… right… back… you’ve got it…”

His breath on her skin was like a gust of summer air, warm and delicious, flooding her body with calm.

“See? You’re not too bad at this.”

Y/N looked up into his eyes and felt the world fade away. They rose up together off of the dancefloor, floating gently above the other guests, impossibly alone in the crowd. She knew she was drunk, knew she’d pay for it in the morning, but she didn’t really care. She didn’t care that her friends were watching, probably whispering about the mysterious man she was dancing with. She didn’t care that she’d twice stepped on his toes or that there was no way she could hide the fact that being so close to him wasn’t turning her into a melted, lustful shell of what she usually was.

The music crescendoed and Y/N held her breath. Henry dipped his chin, blue eyes locked on her hers. The world slowed down, the seconds stretched on forever. She closed her eyes, savored his exhale against her lips. His hand slid gently up her back, fingers wove through her hair. She felt her legs grow weak, her stomach tensed, her heart skipped. He took a breath.

The band stopped short and Y/N startled as the crowd shited. The moment was gone, ripped away once more by the party swelling around them.

A rush of silk; the click of hundreds of heels. Cheers rose throughout the room as a giant cake was rolled out onto the dancefloor. It towered up to the ceiling with beautiful rows of white creme roses and pearls strategically placed to make the fondant glow in the warm light trickling down from the chandelier above.

As the guests closed in, Y/N was pulled out of Henry’s arms and her heart ached as he once again was out of her sight.

Black suits swarmed around her, heavy gowns brushed against her legs. Voices rang loud. Bodies closed in on all sides.

Breathless, she spun, searching for an exit, for a way to push through the throng.

A hand appeared and reached for her. She clasped his fingers and Henry raced toward the big doors to their left, pulling her free of the mob.

They tumbled out into the cool air and found relief as the doors closed behind them, blocking the music and the excitement, leaving them alone in the night.

The garden was dark but magically aglow with warm, golden light. Fairy lights twinkled around them, strung from bushes and topiaries, highlighting a stone path. Beyond, a labyrinth of tall evergreen waited for curious souls to venture inside, daring the branches to keep them from reaching the end.

Wonderstruck by the evening- the dramatic escape, the music, the champagne and Henry’s crystalline eyes- she stumbled. One single step turned her ankle and the deadly heels she never wore took her down.

Her gasp tore through the garden, but Henry was there to catch her fall. She swung in his strong arms and her fear turned to laughter.

“This is just absurd!” she said, steadying herself with a palm over his chest.

Henry was calm and stable, easily holding her upright. “What’s that?”

“I mean… You literally just swept me off of my feet.” She shook her head and with a blushing smile, pushed away. “This is getting silly.”

Away from his grasp, she teetered again and Henry took her hand before disaster could strike.

“Why don’t you sit down for a moment,” he suggested, nodding towards a stone bench not far away. “Those shoes are dangerous.”

“You have no idea.”

She let him help her to the bench and watched in awe as he fell to one knee. Like an actual Prince Charming, he took Cinderella’s ankle in his hands and gently ran his fingers over the thin strap holding the shoe in place.

“You’re not swollen,” he reported. “That’s good.”

When he looked up, concern fading from his eyes, she gave up trying to suppress the enchantment of the night and took a deep breath.

Hands cupped around his face, she leaned in and finally met his lips.

Startled but delighted, Henry pushed up to meet her, taking her once more in his strong arms and kissing her properly.

Tiny lights flickered in the breeze, soft music seeped out into the garden, and Prince Charming and Cinderella found each other in the dark. Lips hungry and hands wild; heat mixing between them like a budding fire.

When the clock struck twelve, it chimed loudly and they broke apart, laughing.

“Seems about right,” she joked, looking towards the wedding. “Party ends at midnight.”

Henry dragged a thick finger over her collarbone. “Does that mean you’ll turn into a pumpkin and disappear?”

She laughed softly. “I don’t know when the last time you read Cinderella was, but… no.”

He licked her taste from his lip. “So you don’t need to go then?”

Her smile fell. “I do…”

“You could stay…” He dipped his chin and looked up through the mask, blue eyes dark in the light. “We could… find a spot-”

Y/N shook her head and reached for his hand. “I can’t, I’m sorry. I have to be back in the city tomorrow for work.” She lifted his fingers to her lips and left him with a final kiss.

Henry sighed. “Pity.”

She nodded and gathered her strength to stand and do what she should have done hours ago- run. Except this time, she was certain she meant it to be into his arms. Only this time, she couldn’t.

“I’m sorry…”

Quickly, she turned, carefully stepping back onto the stone path and away from the mystery man with his intoxicating voice and perfectly engrossing kiss.

He stood and called to her, desperate for one more look at his Cinderella.

“Wait-”

She paused, hand on the big glass door, heart in her throat. “Yes?”

“Don’t I even get to know your real name?”

She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “It’s Y/N.”

Henry bowed his head in thanks and when he came up, the mask came off, slowly revealing a face she’d only imagined in her dreams.

He blushed at her shocked stare and laughed gently.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

She sighed, blissful and lost in a dream that she prayed would last the rest of her life.

“You too…”

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*WIP THURSDAY*

I was tagged by the lovely @slippinninque and I'm happy to share some sneak peeks into my WIPs 📖

I have three recent WIPs (besides my series I am still working on), and I'm excited to list them here:

1. The Siren of Baker Street - Henry Cavill!Sherlock Holmes x Black!OFC (Explicit - smut) - Sherlock is enamored with a new client.

"Before she knew it, Pearl is kneeling next to Sherlock’s armchair. Her shivering hands reaching out to warm herself by the fire. Sherlock watches quietly as the fire illuminates her face in an ethereal glow. In contrast to the warmth of the fire, Sherlock is frozen in his spot as he contemplates his next move."

2. Untitled* - Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Chubby!Black!Fem!Reader (Explicit - smut/violence) - Lloyd deals with a toxic alpha male that is bothering you.

"He was always a fan of this outfit because it hugged all of your curves. The halter top accented your full breasts with a healthy amount of cleavage. The high-waisted fitted skirt showed off your wide hips and thick thighs and stopped just under your knee. A pair of stilettos, with a little buckle that Lloyd bends down to secure, completes the ensemble."

*This story is actually based on an ask i received (nonny, I love your ideas btw).

3. Don't Kill My Vibe - Henry Cavill!Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader (Explicit - smut/weed use) - You finally agree to help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

"You were already elevated, having taken a couple puffs from your blue and red glass bowl earlier, so you were struggling to pay attention to everything he was saying. You tried to put on your “I’m not high” face and nod enough, saying “oh wow” every so often. But, in actuality, your eyes were as red as the Devil’s dick and Clark wasn’t stupid."

I'm switching back and forth between writing all of these at the same time. Yes, that's crazy, but so is writing for free and praying for the dopamine that creative feedback gives us.

I'm open to any questions about these sneak peeks as well, I welcome it, honestly.

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[smolvenger]

❤️Happy Birthday ❤️

🎉🎉🎉I hope you have a wonderful day 🎉🎉🎉

Please can I request a little blurb with Prince Hal and "touch her and you die" 😻😻😻

Thank you!

Why hello there! Thanks, I got a manicure and went to a bookshop and ate Italian food so it was great! And here is the blurb!

Rain Within Doors (Prince Hal x fem! Reader)

Summary: When the king falls ill, your betrothed, Prince Hal, returns.

Word Count: 1923

Warnings: some sexual harassment but the a-hole is saved in time, I try to keep it close to Shakespeare. Angst and fluff. I stole a line from Game of Thrones because it fit (the Shakespeare histories WERE kind of the Game of Thrones of their time minus the dragons and excessive exploitation of women)

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You waited anxiously and eagerly for your dear betrothed. He needed to hurry here. Things had all turned for the worse. 

Poor King Henry the Fourth was one minute at a table with all of you The Lord of Westmoreland arrived delivering the news of success in battle against Hotspur’s followers attempting to usurp the king. Everyone gasped. The lords who allied with Henry the Fourth were there- the Lord of Harcourt, Sir John Blunt, and others, all drooped their shoulders in relief. You, the younger two princes Thomas and Humphrey, The Lord of Warwick, and the King all smiled. The king shakily rose to praise Westmoreland

…then suddenly he began wheezing and fainted. 

Everyone gasped. Humphrey and Warwick met them on the grounds to give aid to the old king. Little Thomas cried for his father and you put him, your soon-to-be brother-in-law, in a hug, rubbing his back. 

“It’s all right, you know these fits happen often,” Warwick assumed, ever the voice of peace.

As the king came to, he was supported up. You were among the party to help settle him into bed. He asked the crown be placed on the pillow next to him with a raspy voice. And for musicians to play in the next room. Everyone complied.

You knew your betrothed had business in London. Even if it was in a bad place, he assured you it was nothing involving anything criminal (or whores) and that he would be back. The second eldest, Thomas, was dealing with the rebels with forces of his own and was on his way back.

“My lord, let me sit with you, so you need not be alone,” you offered, gathering a chair.

You had been sent here to marry the notorious Prince of Wales. Though you were nervous in this new castle, King Henry the Fourth was gentle with you. He welcomed you with a smile and open arms. The man who already considered you a daughter-in-law in his heart and the other princes saw you as a sister. He would let you dine with him and even play a little dice game with the family, smiling at you. Warmth on the face of the aged Bolingbroke- the lord who, long ago,  won the favor of the people so much it broke him out of exile and then thrust him into the role of king unexpectedly. Once Henry Bolingbroke, christened Henry the Fourth, wore shining golden armor as he rode on a horse. Paraded through the city as people threw flower petals at him.

Now how…weak he was! A shell of himself! Hardly the proud golden king anymore!

He reached out for your hand and you accepted it.

“Why-dear lady, I thank you. To think a pearl may be thrown to swine… to think my Harry should of all men be your husband…” he wheezed.  

“My lord, you must know- your eldest son has not….treated me poorly.” 

You didn’t know him well- the beautiful, fiery, mischievous, wild prince Henry- or Harry as called by his friends or family. Or Hal as those thieves and whores so affectionately called him.

This was to be a marriage for alliance and station, not of affection. When you arrived, you expected a frivolous, drinking, philandering Baccus. But Hal…. he was kind to you. He always smiled at you and called you sweet names. He was rumored to spend time studying in libraries more than drinking. One time, he found a romantic poem, copied it on paper, and gave it to you as a lover’s token. It touched you- who knew how he would fare as king but you felt he would make at least a decent husband!

“Just rest my lord, please,” you asked. The king indeed settled.

You walked out to the hallway to face the others. They peeked in and soon saw his eyes were closed, but he was breathing. The musicians in the next room played such calm, nearly dreamlike melodies compared to the anxiety storming inside of your being. 

Soon enough, the king settled into a deep sleep. You smiled a little- poor Henry the Fourth was a notorious insomniac, wandering the castle in the late hours from his racing worries. That should give him some relief and help with his sickness. 

But to think…here you were about to watch that old man die. Die before you could officially call him family.  

A couple of tears fell, and you walked out to the hallway staring out. It was a cold, bitter day. The winter chill stinging the glass window when you touched it.

But there was a sound- hooves.

When you leaned closer to the window, you let out a gasp. 

Hal was here in a long, beautiful black and red cape on a beautiful black horse as if he were about to rescue a damsel. And behind him a couple of others. You covered your mouth but felt a smile on your lips.

Picking up your skirts, you hurried down to the others in the outer hall. Warwick was hushing the two boys from talking too loud, to watch over the king in his sleep. 

“Humphrey! Thomas! He’s back!” you whispered.

“Who?” replied Thomas. 

They turned and then heard Hal’s voice asking for him. You and the others hurried there.

In the torch-lit hallway, your eyes feasted on Hal. The most beautiful man you had ever seen with the most deliciously fitted black velvet doublet, swooping off his cape with a gallantry that made your insides tingle.

He turned and went to you first.

“How now, My most fair lady?”

“Oh, much worried but cheered by your return, my lord,” you replied.

Hal’s eyes softened at you, then he looked at his crying brothers- Humphrey and Thomas.

“What- all of this rain in of door when it should be out of doors? How is the king?” Hal asked.

“ Exceeding ill” explained Humphrey sadly.

“Please be quiet, His grace is asleep,” warned the Lord of Warwick. 

Hal requested to see his father, and the lord of Warwick led him to the bed.

Everyone hushed and walked out to the other room, keeping quiet to give the king as much rest as he needed. Everyone worried. It was all so much- you needed some space.

With your heart calming, you went to one hallway, hugging yourself to look at how the moon shone over the winter evening through the windows. 

The Lord Harcourt went up to you. An older man with sharp cheekbones and a sharp chin, a pale face, and dark eyes. You only knew him as an ally and advisor to the king.  As you stood alone, staring out the window.

“Good evening, Lady Y/N.” he greeted.

“Good evening, my lord,” you replied. 

“You do look rather lovely tonight in the moonlight,” he complimented.

Already you felt uneasy. Alone with him, when all the others were fretting over the king. You began to take a step to return.

“You…you flatter me, my lord, thank you.”

Right as you turned, the lord reached an arm from his rich, velvet clothes and grabbed you.

“It seems a shame for such a fine lady to be wasted upon riotous Harry. I should have had you for my wife instead.”

“My lord, then wait until the king awakens and discuss it with him and announce you will-will-will court me openly like a gentleman,” you blubbered out, though you were starting to get scared.

He tried to sweetly, seductively brush your cheek but you had enough and swatted it away.

“Oh! The lady is a bit too cold, methinks.”

“And a lady is treated with respect, sir! My lord, please let me go.  I must attend on his majesty.”

“Your drunken oaf of an intended is waiting on him, who is going to stop!”

“But you are a fool! Please, let me leave!”

He backed you up until you were in a corner. Your heart pounded hard.

“Please- my lord, I swear, do not do anything that might insult my honor! I don’t want to-Please!” you cried.

“Then be not so fair and tempt a man to sin! And you have tempted me long enough. The one crown Prince Hal is deserving of is the Cuckhold’s horns.”

“Please, my lord- let me go!” you begged. 

To your horror, you felt a thin, clawlike hand reach for your leg under your skirt, then up, trying to lower your bodice to show your breasts. You squirmed, but one arm held you back.

“No, my lady. I want a see what I could be enjoying on our wedding night.”

He placed a hand over your mouth so you couldn’t scream. Tears welled up in you. 

With a free hand, though it shook, you slapped him hard. 

His hand dropped. He was shocked you were going to fight back. You tried to flee when he grabbed you back, ready to drag you off and force you to strip or do more when-

“Release yourself from the Princess of Wales right now!” threatened your intended.

Hal hurried in and grabbed the lord. He then took out his dagger, pointing it to your attacker’s chest. You jumped off and went behind Hal.

“What- my lord!” the lord was shocked that dishonorable, silly Prince Hal was capable of this. Then he scoffed. 

“She is not yet your wife-” he argued. 

“She is your princess and soon- your queen!” Hal reminded him.

The Lord of Harcourt pointed to where you stood and backed away behind Hal.

“She’s-she was trying to seduce me! The Lady is nothing but a common strumpet”

Hal punched him in the face. You let out a gasp. The Lord nursed his cheek. But Hal kept his dagger up at him. You heard footsteps and murmurs as the others went into the room. The younger Lancaster brothers staying by you loyally. The lords turned pale and slack-jawed.

“You are not welcome in this court until after our marriage. And then you will have to beg to be let in. And If you ever lay a hand on that sweet lady again, it will be the last time you have hands!” Hal barked at him.

The Lord of Harcourt shook and then relented, bowing his head. 

“Now, flee. Before I decide to persuade my father to behead you when he awakes.”

The lord fled into the shadows, a few attendants seeing him out. The others asked after you, but it was Hal who boldly embraced you. It was quite intimate for court protocol, but when had Hal ever done what everyone expected?

 “He-He frightened me.” you choked out.

“You need not be frightened, my lady, you’ll be safe. Did he hurt you? Do anything?” Hal questioned.

“He groped my leg, and tried to take my dress off, but no more. You caught him before more could be done. I-I -I promise you, Hal, I never intended to seduce him in any way! Do you believe me?”

Hal clasped your hands in his.

“Why would I not believe my dearest lady?” Hal replied.

Full of emotion, you leaned down and kissed them. Hal’s mouth opened a little and he smiled at you. He cupped your cheek sweetly. 

The party returned to wait on the king. You saw Hal was pale, but you kept your hand clasped in his as you walked back.

For as uncertain as this time was, no matter what the next day or hour could bring, you had each other and could endure it side by side.

[vinnieswife]

A pirates love

Henry Turner x reader

words: 462

warnings: none

In the bustling port town of San Martin, a young and energetic pirate sailed aboard the notorious ship "Black Pearl." As the salty winds whipped through his hair, Henry's heart was captured not by the treasures of the sea, but by the enchanting daughter of the Captain, y/n. Her eyes were as deep and mysterious as the ocean itself, and her laughter could rival the songs of the sirens.

Days turned into weeks, and Henry found himself stealing glances at you whenever he could, his heart beating like the waves against the ship's hull. Despite the danger that came with being a pirate, he longed for an opportunity to speak with you beyond the stolen smiles and exchanged words during your adventures.

One moonlit night, as the ship anchored near a secluded cove, Henry gathered the courage to share his feelings. He nervously approached you, who were gazing at the stars from the ship's deck. "y/n," he began, his voice shaky yet determined, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you for quite some time."

You turned to him, your eyes curious but cautious. "Hmm? You know you can tell me anything, Hen." That nickname made the cannonballs in Henry's stomach make even more noise.

With the moon casting a silvery glow over both of you, Henry confessed, "I've sailed the seas and faced countless dangers, but none have stirred my heart as you have. Your laughter is a melody that resonates in my mind, and your beauty shines brighter than any treasure. Y/n, I... I've fallen in love with you."

A soft smile played on your lips as you reached out to touch his cheek. "Tell Gibbs never to give you advice again." Henry's face softened, laughing at your little joke. "What I mean is, I love you, y/n." Your cheeks flushed a rosy hue, your hands caressing his cheeks. "I love you too, Henry," the boy sighed, laughing, "a Sparrow's child, huh?" "The one and only."

His fingers brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart raced, and your breath caught as Henry leaned in, his eyes fixed on your lips. His lips met yours—a collision of longing, tenderness, and a fire that had been burning between you both for far too long.

Your kiss was a symphony of emotions, a dance of intertwined souls. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken promises, of dreams and desires finally finding a voice.

As you finally pulled away, your foreheads resting gently against each other, you shared a smile that conveyed more than words ever could. The ocean, the stars, and the Black Pearl—all bore witness to the passion that had ignited between you, a flame that would continue to burn brightly.

[peachiemilkytea]

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Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3

Summary: On her day off from FredBear Diner, (Y/n) hangs out with her long time best friend Cheryl Jo. At a frozen yogurt restaurant, rumors and gossip come up about her boss, William Afton. Though trouble arises with old high school classmates. At the perfect time, Henry calls her with a task.

Parings: Michael Afton x Fem!Reader

Warning: slow burn!! Mention of the F slur (guys I’m lgbtq) , strangers to enemies to friends to lovers?? Catcalling, coming of age, vulgar language, (Y/n) is mentioned throughout this

WC: 39k

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Skating along the pavement, you can hear everyone talking and cars pass by. The sounds of music coming from my Walkman on my hip. Cheryl and I are getting frozen yogurt. I turned off my walkman and stopped in front of Tutti Frutti's Frozen Yogurt. The jingle bell on the door dinged as I pushed open the door and walked in.

The restaurant walls were light blue and white edges, a white and black tile floor, a pink counter, white countertops, An isle side counter reaching to the end of the other wall, white tables with swivel chairs and pink padded seats. The windows made more light come into the room and they had little ice cream stickers and letters. In one of the seats was a beautiful redheaded girl, short hair curling up and outwards, side bangs curled, dark mahogany eyes, curled lashes and thin plucked eyebrows, and red tinted lips. Shined pearls around her neck, a collared baby pink short sleeved dress, a white belt, and black heels. She turned my way and waved exaggeratedly. I gave her a small smile. “What took you so long?" Cheryl said with an excited smile.

Cheryl Jo, she's always so chipper. When I was sitting on a bench at school for lunch. Yeah I was alone taking up the whole seat with my legs and using my backpack as a pillow. Then Cheryl came up behind me and read the comic book, Vampirella, over my shoulder. Surprisingly the bimbo girl knew about it and ranted to me about the series. Till the two of us were reading it together. It became our routine to see each other at that bench for a while. I miss school even though I graduated. Cheryl is... a bimbo. But she's my bimbette so what can I say? She's very bubbly and chipper. Though she lacks intelligence she has emotional intelligence. In my opinion emotional intelligence is greater than all others. She always gets what she wants but she always takes care of me. She's always there and spoils me. Weirdly enough, she'll get guilty when I give her things but she's always the one spoiling me. Think of a glam being your complete opposite and being your all time best friend. She has a big heart and not a smart brain, but that's okay.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry Cher. I almost hit an old lady on the way here! She's okay though but still!" I said sitting in the seat in front of her flipping my brown flannel back to provide more open space. I leaned my cheek on my hand with my elbow on the table. “Okay anyway, I have some gossip! So I ran into this B-boy at a party I was at. He was necking me and stayed with me the whole night. Saying all the things I wanted to hear right? Then Messila had a drink spilled on her because of this spaz who was fighting with her over some stupid jock. I'm like ugh girls were out of high school and he's in his senior year, grow up and get a real man. I had to leave B-boy and help Messila. Then oh my god I saw Simon making out with John. I don't care what people say they are so cute together. Elton ended up drinking too much and tried flirting with me but I pushed him off like this and yelled 'As if!' He ended up puking all over the pool table. Then B-boy and I met up again. He drove me home. He was just the sweetest!" Cheryl ranted with her wild hand movements and this light in her eye.

Her stories were always so intriguing. You see Cheryl was fairly popular in high school. She was prom queen twice! That popularity stuck with her when high school ended. She'd go to college parties, hang out with important people, buy the most beautiful things, and so on. I'm surprised she's not stuck up for being like this. The movies are wrong about some people. “You got a lot going on. When do I get to meet this B-boy? Wait Elton from high school? The journalist? Those girls sound so immature. I always knew Simon and John had a thing for each other from the stories you told me. They always seemed so... fruity. Good for them! How's college going for you?" I asked, looking at the menu. I got paid by Henry so might as well get something. I'm kinda Henry and William's secretary. I just do whatever they tell me and get it done then I get paid.

"Beauty school has been stellar! I learned about highlights and lowlights, then we got to make solution and use bleach then use dye. The teachers were giving me a bad time cause I fucked up the shampoo or oh! You didn't make the solution right! Ugh. Lowlifes. I keep getting the lowest grades from them. It's like they hate me or something." Cheryl complained. I grabbed her menu and stacked it on top of mine. Getting up from my seat to put it away. She got up with me, leaving her purse at the table. Others got the hint it was our table. “I don't think they hate you, they can be hard on you but it's because they want the best for you when you're out in the real beauty world. I'll let you use me as your beauty project." I said positively. Pausing putting the menus on the counter in front of the cashier. He looked so sick of his job and wearing a stupid hat.

"Um hey, can I get a cookies n' cream swirl and a Royal red velvet please? Two larges." I ordered tugging the collar of my black AC/DC shirt. Fidgety. “That will be 2.25$" The cashier informed me. I handed him two bucks. I didn't even know Cheryl was still complaining next to me. I was too focused on ordering. I grabbed her hand and brought her back to our table. “About being my beauty project, do you mean it? Cause I'm free next week and I'd love to dress you up like my doll!" Cheryl said excitedly, holding the sides of her face. “Sure why not? Just give me a day and I'll see if I have work or not. But in exchange you have to do something for me." I said, leaning my elbow on the chair.

"Deal! You still work at that diner? Honestly, how haven't you started getting with one of those totally cute co-bosses yet?" Cheryl sighed on her palm looking up dreamily. She thinks everyone is attractive though. It's not a bad thing, it's just her. I don't blame her for calling them that because it's true. They are. I'd just never say it outloud.

"Dating your bosses is just a bad idea. If you break up it wouldn't be good for your job. They're both married, Cher. I'm not a homewrecker. Henry is my best friend. I can't picture being in a romantic relationship and Will... is just Will." I said, swaying my head and turning my palm the other direction. “You can't tell me you haven't thought they were cute before." Cheryl said, pushing herself closer over the table, arching her back. Moments like this make me fall deeper into her, she's so pretty. “Like I'd ever say that outloud. Even if I thought they were, it would be weird. They're older than me and my bosses. Best friends even!" I said backing away crossing my arm. I was being defensive, I know.

"I knew you thought they were hot! Anyway I heard this thing about William. How he's mental and he killed a man once." Cheryl whispered looking directly in my eyes with this slyness. That was a suspcious rumor, William? Killing somebody? I can't picture it. Sure he's an mean asshole but he's not a pyscho killer from those horror movies. Though if he did ever kill somebody I wouldn't belive it.

"Those are just silly gossip told by dumbass teens to scare off the kids. Just like how they say the animatronics are gonna follow them home and kill them at night. It's not real. Really stupid. Soon they'll get the adults to say how the animatronics are gonna kill them in the restaurant too." I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. It's normal for people to be afraid of robots but it isn't like they have a mind of their own. They're hunks of metal and wiring.

"What if they are true? What would you do if William was a murder?" Cheryl asked curiously, lifting her head off of her hand. Where is this coming from? people make rumors all the time, but sometimes there true. "... I wouldn't know what I would do." I paused for a moment. Suddenly the waitress came and put our food on our table. I nodded my head silently as a thank you. She seemed to understand and smiled down at me. She took her leave behind the counter. Not even a second later Cheryl seemed to forget the whole thing by getting lost in her frozen yogurt.

I sighed with a lopsided grin. Beginning to dig down into my own sweet treat. Bringing the spoonful to my mouth. I felt the sweet creamy flavors melt. It was bliss. Like a happy place. I didn't want to stop eating even if I got full. I took another bite savoring the flavors. The soft flavors. I looked up to see Cheryl looking back at me. I chuckled softly.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked, feeling the corners of my eyes go up with my grin. Quickly reaching up to wipe off any of the sugary cream off of my face. I didn't feel anything cold. “No, I just like seeing you like this. We haven't had this in a while between work and college. I just missed it." Cheryl admitted. I felt my smile grow bigger. She really knows how to make me blush. We have been busy, it's only been late night phone calls. Meeting in person is so much better. It feels like a break from life.

"Aw I missed this too Cher, we'll do it more often." I said in between bites of my treat. She giggled. Something in me fluttered, like I could explode out of happiness. Even though the treat is cold I have warm feelings. "Wanna go put a song on the jukebox?" She asked, tapping her hand on the table for a minute then pointing to the jukebox by the windows. I nodded excitedly. I choose Should I stay or should I go by The Clash. Taking Cheryl's hands we swayed together. Moving my hips side to side, she did the same. Giggling and squealing, I chuckled breathlessly. Grins plastered on our faces. This lasted for a good long while. After a few others of us being dorks. I skated next to Cheryl and dropped her off at home. I didn't want her walking alone. Skating by myself with the somber music playing from my Walkman on my hip.

"Oh my god is that (Y/n) (L/n)?"

"The quiet kid from high school??"

"Yeah!"

"Woah dude she's hot as hell now."

Well, this is awkward. I looked at the side of my peripheral vision. There was this group of people at the skatepark. I remember them. They were these kids who used to be popular back in high school. Going to parties, doing the dirty, underage drinking, bullying those who are smaller than them, getting into trouble. They tried to pick a fight with me once but I stood my ground. Guess that scared them off. I made a hard turn to the skatepark. I wanted to go on the ramps. Going up and down the boards. Jumping and hitting my heel on the side of the board it flipped, I landed it. Things like this give me adrenaline. I'm an adrenaline junkie. The wind through my hair and the rushing feeling in my veins. Things are getting lighter and faster.

"Hey (L/n!)" one of the guys called out to me with his palm next to mouth. One of the girls waved to me. I hesitantly put my hand up and gave a small wave back. They shouted at me to come over. I slowly skated over and stopped in front of them. They were on the benches next to the park. "Uh hey?" I mumbled putting my hands in my jean pockets. Sometimes I hate that this is a small town. Everybody knows everything and everybody knows everyone. My parents would run into elementary school friends. Yeah.. That bad.

"It's been awhile (Y/n) how have you been?" Matthew, the guy that shouted out to me from before, asked me. You could smell the hairspray from miles away. It burns my nose so much.

"It's been good, I gotta a job and I'm still talking to Cheryl Jo. Not much has been happening." I said kicking my skateboard up and resting my forearms on the top of it as it stands on the bottom. They 'oooo'ed at me obnoxiously.

"Where do you work at?" Jennifer asked me tilting her head and kicking her feet back and forth. She was always hot. A bitch but a hot one. I think she was actually my gay awakening. it was awkard because she's not the best. one time she wrote 'faggot' on a nerdy boys locker with black paint. 

"At a diner." I replied covering up most of the details. I don't want them coming into my job and making a scene or something. Their voices are already so annoying. "How's Cheryl? I miss that babe." Laura said, leaning on the back of her hands. She was sitting on the floor crisscrossing. I'm pretty sure she is in denial cause of her friends. I'm surprised that this group has been with each other after highschool. People go different paths in life but these losers stay together.

"Have you guys made out yet? I wanna be there when you do." Anthony winked flirtatiously. Ew, what the hell dude. That's it, where's the exit? 

"Gag me with a spoon... anyway Cheryl's been good I'm sure you'll find her at one of those crazy college parties." I rolled my eyes. Can they just stop talking to me? Why can't they mind their own business? “Maybe we'll have to go to one of those some time, you can come along too." Jason said slyly, putting his hand around my waist and squeezing it. I elbowed him in his gut. He coughed and backed away. Taking his hand with him.

"Feisty (Y/n)~ you're definitely coming with us next time. You're the type to cause a beer fight!" Kimberly said, leaning against one of the guys. I groaned. I don't even drink alcohol, let alone parties. They're fun sometimes but not all the time. “Well, I've been working under this world class designer. You don't know how much fun it is! I get to show off my clothing designs and go on fancy flights in her private jet." Jennifer bragged, flipping her hair. Basking in her own glory. She was always so narcissistic and an attention whore.

"No way! Good for you Jen!"

"My dad actually got me a job to a big acting career in this upcoming movie. They said they needed young adults and when I rehearsed for it they said I was the best they've ever seen!" Anthony said with a cocky smile. They always have to one up each other. It's always a competition thing. 

They all had such big accomplishments for getting right out of high school, and I work in a children's resturant repairing robots. Maybe I'm angry at them because I'm jealous of them. I felt like I was within and without the conversation. Some passer by that just happened to be watching, like a guy walking his dog or a lady walking her baby in the stroller. Yet I was one of the people engaged and talking about my life. They tore down my accomplishment of getting a job. Then again I didn't say that much about it. I didn't tell them how I work with robots and how I am building my own. Even if I did I'd be called a nerd and laughed at. I just can't win can I?

"Wow (Y/n) you must feel really bad right now. I mean all you're doing is working at a diner. How lame!" Kimberly insulted putting a hand over her mouth but I could still hear her snickers. They were like nails on a chalkboard. “It's not all that bad. The diner has these animatronics. I get to work on them and fix them." I shed a little bit of the truth, letting go of my skateboard and letting it fall to my feet. I want to share what I'm doing too. I want to be on their level.

"Are they sex robots? I wanna see you in action with those." Jason flirted. I could feel myself throw up in my mouth. Anthony hit his shoulder playfully. They all laughed at the stupid flirt. I feel like it was also intended towards me. What's the point in sharing anything with people who don't care? What am I doing? I'm better than this, I don't need their approval. The only thing I need is acceptance from myself. My escape came. My work walkie talkie started to make static noises from inside my backpack. I sighed out of relief. Thank you to whoever is getting me out of this situation! I can make an excuse and leave! The laughter stopped. I pulled out the walkie talkie.

"Hello?"

"(Y/n)! I know it's your day off but can you get Will and I some lunch real quick? Something went wrong with the fridge and it got warm. Our lunches have gone bad." Henry explained guilty over the phone. “Yeah of course? Anything in mind?" I asked, feeling the smile come onto my face. Hearing Henry's voice during a bad time makes my worries go away. “Hold on, let me ask William ... okay we both agreed on In And Out. I'll pay you back." Henry said, chuckling nervously. “Will do! Give me a few minutes and I'll be there. Bye." I hung up the phone and put the antenna back down. I looked up to see the group staring at me with curious intent. Oh hell no.

"This was nice but I'm gonna have to cut this short. My boss needs me for something. I'll see you around." I said putting my phone back into my backpack. I jumped a little onto my skateboard.

"Noo! Don't go yet!"

"Can we go with you?"

"Where are you going?"

"See you around (L/n)!"

They're voices overlapped with each other. I could slightly make sense of it. Waving them goodbye I skated out towards the exit of the park. Sighing out of relief. I turned up the music on my Walkman again. Feeling my shoulders drop, I didn't realize how tense I was. All of them are obnoxious and careless. They have shitty habits that show too much. The only good one is Matthew. He actually cares. 

Back in high school that group was making fun of this quiet boy by ripping up his photos or opening up the door without knocking to the Dark room ruining the photo paper. Matthew was the one that helped grab all the photos and tape them together for the poor boy and bought him new photo paper. There was also this case about this girl. There was a school play and on all of the posters they wrote starring the girls name the slut! Matthew was the one who tore down the posters. Another time this kid came out as trans. That group wrote insulting slurs all over his locker door. Matthew was the one to wipe off the spray paint. The rest are either narcissistic, self absorbed, aggressive, hypersexual, carless, selfish, and obnoxious. They don't know how bad a person can be hurt and neither do they care. I was hoping when high school ended I wouldn't have to see them again.

I stopped in front of the booming restaurant and picked up my skateboard. Turning off my Walkman. Opening the door. I waited in line. This is boring. Why is this line so long? That baby's crying is so loud. Why is it crying? Maybe it didn't like the food. Can babies that young have solid food? Maybe French fries and ketchup or something. Ice cream? I don't remember being a baby. Some people can remember being a baby but I can't. I remember having a dream when I was a baby and this bear came at me to kill me. I don't think babies are supposed to have scary nightmares like that. Unless they're traumatized.

"Hello, how may I take your order?" The cashier asked me. I didn't realize I was at the front. My head was in the clouds. “Hi, may I have a double double, a cheeseburger, two fries, and a milkshake?" I ordered. He was clicking on the register. The total appeared in red letters on the screen. “Your total is 5.34$. We'll call you when your food is ready." He said, I gave him the money. He gave me a little paper with the number 8 on it. I nodded. I took a seat near the counter in these red lounge chairs connected together like a couch. Rolling my skateboard back and forth with my feet. There was a little boy eyeing me playing with my skateboard.

"Hey lady, can you do any cool tricks on that?" He asked. There was a twinkly in his eyes, it's childhood. Oh how I miss that. I graduated high school two years ago and I'm still not sure what I want to be. The world is a complicating place. "Yeah I can do kickflips, Ollie, hardflip, and some others." I explained. The smile on his face grew brigther. He was bouncing in his seat. i could tell the cogs were turning in his head. I just hope he doesn't bombard me with tons of questions like my little brother.

"Wanna play with it for a bit?" I asked him. I slide the skateboard over to him. He picked it up and looked at the design on the back. You know, I made that design myself. To see this kid gush over it like it was some kind of celebrities work made me so happy. “Do I?!" He said excitedly. He swayed the board back and forth with his feet. Little coos and giggles leaving his mouth. There were bandaids on his knees. This little rascal gets into trouble. I can tell. But I'm happy I could make his day.

"You know I ran away from the cops on that thing. Not only that, the cops were pirates! Pirates cops!" I made up. The kid's face was memorable. Lit up with curiosity and adventure, I remember being a kid like that. Being innocent and not knowing where in life I should be. Though my number was called up next. I got up with a "that's me!" And picked up the food in bags. The kids' mom lectured him to give me back my board when I came back.

"Thank you lady for playing with your board!" The boy thanked me. I held up my hand and gave him a high five.  “Thank you for letting him play with your board. You're a very nice young lady." The mom thanked me. I nodded and gave my own welcome. Going out of the restaurant.

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[raewritesfiction]

My Year In Review 2022

I posted 2,731 times in 2022

That's 638 more posts than 2021!

411 posts created (15%)

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I tagged 1,359 of my posts in 2022

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Pearl Necklace [Chris Evans]

A/N: just an idea that floated into my brain…

Plot: Reader has fun times with Chris Evans and he makes sure to praise her right.

Pairing: Female!Reader X Chris Evans

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), use of honourifics

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Chris had flopped down on the sofa - sinking his way down so his head could lean back - as soon as he had come home. A long day has been expected but it had been especially stressful and had included more than one call to you so he could offload his thoughts.

You had made sure that when he had gotten home you were ready; you wore his favourite little black form-fitting dress and had forgone the need for any underwear. Your hair was tied up and back off of your face which was made up with only the cheapest mascara, eyeliner and lipstick. The kind that smudged and ran with ease.

Silently you walk into the room and stand between his spread legs, sinking to your knees as his eyes open. He smiles widely at you and licks his lips. “Well damn baby…”

You smirk but stay silent and run your hands up his thighs, squeezing lightly and then moving up to his waistband, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping the denim that held him captive.

“You sure know how to make a rough day much better..” Chris runs his fingers over your cheek and holds your chin, his thumb moving back and forth over your jaw while your hands pull down his pants “you’re such a good pet for me…”

A shiver runs over your body at his words and you wrap a hand around his hardening length “always for you…” you whisper quietly and work your hand over him; your fingers dancing around the head and making him squirm.

“You always know how to make me feel good.” Chris moans and runs a hand into your hair to grip the messy bun. “Please…”

You lick your lips and dip your head, sucking the head of his cock lightly; teasing him just enough to make him whine your name. Just when he’s getting extra needy you lower your head and take his cock into your mouth fully until he hits the back of your throat.

“Oh Jesus fuck! When did you learn that?!” Chris arches off the sofa and groans loudly, looking down to watch your head move with each suck of his cock. He grips the messy bun and helps guide your rhythm and speed; jerking his hips when he feels you wrap your hand around his balls and massage lightly.

The dildo you had practiced on wasn’t quite the same size as Chris but it had worked well as you now take him deeper and practically breathe through your ears. Chris’s groans and panting were music to your ears but too soon he pulled you away “I wanna be inside you..” looking down at your running mascara and smudged lipstick with a smirk.

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[beachbabey]

top this bottom that

you fools

all of Bill’s characters are switches, argue with the wall

[pearlstiare]

I kinda want to write something because i have read all the fanficion and one shots about all my fav character but i don’t think anybody will think my writing is good enough… also English is not my first language and I’m scared of misspelled words

So I’m going to say fuck it and try it, hopefully everyone likes what I write… so please don’t be shy to send me some request, some of the character that i’m going to write are in the #

[emmyrosee]

Bill Skarsgard & Co.

Status: Archived Indefinitely

Axel Cluney from Deadpool 2

Gordon Merkel from Atomic Blonde

Henry Pearl from Battlecreek

Mark from Assassination Nation

Mickey from Villains

 Roman Godfrey from Hemlock Grove

The Kid from Castle Rock

Willard Russell from The Devil All The Time

Mateo from Soulmates

Preference Lists, Starring All of Them

[stevesharrlngtons]

Being Henry Pearl’s human canvas - he paints something gorgeous on your skin... but then after he takes some photos he tells you he’s going to help you wash off 😏 but then things only get messier

ok hear me out—

he’s finally going to art school. he either takes night classes or does online courses so he doesn’t have to worry about the sun. and one day, he is posed with an assignment about combining anatomy and art or something idk im wasn’t an art major lol and originally he wanted to paint a naked figure on a canvas, but when he finished it, he felt like it was too drab and played out. he knew he could have turned it in for credit, but he just wasn’t proud of it and decided to pivot his plan. that’s where you come in.

so, one evening after you get home from work he poses the question to you.

“would you mind helping me out with this assignment for class? it won’t be hard or nothin’...” he says so bashful and nervous, like he’s just waiting for you to say no, but ofc you don’t!

you love being involved in his education and art in anyway you can, and whole heartedly agree.

after dinner is finished and dishes are done, henry leads you to the bedroom, put some old towels down on the bed and starts to explain his idea. he wants to do a similar nude painting to the one he had done, but on your nude back. and you’re gushing and smiling and so so excited about the idea, and again, he’s all shy and blushing. he’s a sweet southern boy at heart and still sometimes cowers away from even saying the word sex, so asking you this, even as his gf, is killing him!!

but once you agree and don’t cower away at the idea and are clearly happy and comfortable to help, he feels a lot better. you lay out on the bed with you top off and you panties low on your hips and let him paint your skin. you flinch at the feeling of the cold paint hitting your skin at first, and he mutters an apology and kisses your neck before getting back to work.

the feeling of the coated bristles smoothing across your skin and designing patterns on your skin was overwhelmingly soothing. you laid there for a few hours, lulled by his pressure on top of you and his quiet lil hums to the music you’d put on. you didn’t worry about making conversation, henry never spoke when he created. but you didn’t mind, you just loved knowing you were helping him, that you were apart of a special part of his life, and as stated, it felt really good.

when henry had finally finished, he instructed you to lay still to wait until every dried before he took some photos for his professor. he got up off where he was sat on the back of your thighs and came to lay on his stomach, matching you. you were facing each other while he thanked you and rubbed his nose to your own. you couldn’t stop beaming.

after he was sure the paint was dried, he propped you on the floor in front of a studio light and took pictures of the art on your skin. posed you in certain ways and muttered directions for you under his breath. you turned to face him whe he told you he was done.

“want a picture of the girls? that’s anatomy, right?” you laughed.

henry furrowed his brow, “absolutely not. they are for my eyes only.”

you just grinned and walked over to Henry to press your bare chest to his back and rested your cheek on his bicep to look though the photos, excited to see what he made. of course, it was fucking beautiful. incredibly realistic and creative and like nothing you’d ever seen before. you always got choked up looking at his artwork, and this time was no different. you peppered kisses all over his neck and shoulder blade, praising him like crazy as he giggled and preened.

he turned to face you and wrapped his arms around your waist. you could feel some of the dried paint begin to peel and flake off your skin under his hands and you couldn’t help but feel sad that his creation was decaying. but henry seems perfectly fine with it, as he kisses you square on the mouth and meekly asked if he could help you wash it all off?

[trustsalvatorewriting]

wasteland, baby! | kol mikaelson - chapter eight

Summary: Kol makes a deal with the Hollow to revive the first woman he ever loved. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go as planned.

Trust’s Note: Please like and reblog! I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 2,473

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten

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❝ i hate all the hurt that you put me through, and that i blame myself for letting you ❞

HENRY PEARL RAN HIS FINGERS OVER THE GOLD WIRED RING, a soft but victorious smile on his face. The small, handmade ring glimmered in the light he'd hung above his desk. The night before, he'd gone to the nearest voodoo shop to purchase the smallest garnet stone, ignoring the sunrise as he immediately ran back home and into his bed. Admittedly, he'd been afraid that the ring wouldn't turn out the way he wanted; but Aniya had always looked so heartbroken whenever she looked at her own, and there was a part of him that couldn't bear to see that look on her face as often as he did.

    There was a part of him that believed she would never love him -- not in the way that he wanted her to -- and he wouldn't blame her, either. She looked like she could conquer the world with a movement of her wrist. She would want more out of the world and he would never be able to give it to her. She was beautiful, and extraordinary, and he was just a boy.

    Still, he had to admit he's been happy lately, and he'd wallowed in it selfishly. Henry knew in his heart that it wouldn't last very long, but the was all the more reason to enjoy it in the moment. A few days ago, Aniya told him she found him intriguing, and he told her 'we are only interested by things we don't understand.'

    Henry Pearl's eyes were big enough to take it all in: the world, Aniya, and himself. He could float through the sky and never come back down. He wouldn't need to.

    He set the complex -- yet beautiful -- garnet ring down on his desk, next to a photograph of he and his mother on her birthday, when Henry was only eight or nine years old. Colla Pearl had been a beautiful woman, with emerald green eyes and medium brown hair; though she hadn't been a healthy one. It was when Henry was thirteen that she became sick, and it was at fifteen that she died. Neither Henry nor his father had dealt with it properly.

    Frowning, he glanced up at the calendar, and it occurred to him that Colla's birthday would be in a few days. A sick feeling over came Henry, and it struck him that it would be eight years since her death.

    The twenty-one year old boy was pulled out his thoughts when he heard rumbling and music playing from the living room. Henry listened for a moment, hoping -- praying -- the music wasn't what he thought it was. When he heard a crash, he shut off his lamp and quickly made his way out of his closet-sized bedroom and down the hall. He was met with a low ringing noise to his left, where his father left the home phone hanging off the desk.

    He hesitated, but picked it up to his ear. A low buzz emitted from the phone, signalling that whoever his father had tried to call had hung up, and he carefully set it back down on the charger. As he proceeded down the hall, he looked to his left and noticed the empty bedroom that belonged to his father. The bedsheets had been jumbled together, and he'd left his night lamp on, as if he'd tried to get some rest but changed his mind all together. Underneath the bed was an empty six-pack of Coors Lite, and Henry grimaced at the sight.

    "Ja, må han leva! Ja, må han leva! Ja, må han leva uti hundrade år!" The Swedish song played throughout the home through a single DVD player. The birthday song mocked the atmosphere, and dread filled Henry's stomach as he realized why his father, William Pearl, had chosen to stay up so late: he'd believed it was Henry's mother's birthday.

    Sorrow crawled its way to Henry's throat, wrapping itself around his neck and squeezing as he reached to turn off the music. Henry's vision went glassy as silence filled the apartment once again, and he heard his father cursing him in the kitchen.

    "What the fuck? We're having a party, Henry!" William complained, rushing over to the player and restarting the track. "We're gonna have one hell of a party!"

    Henry's gaze flitted across the room as he struggled to keep eye contact with William. The fifty-year-old man was nearly nude, wearing only a pair of boxers as he opened a box of party supplies Henry had tried to hide in the attic. William dumped the box upside down on the wooden floors, and Christmas ornaments and streamers were sent flying across the living room.

    "Papa," Henry began. His throat went dry as an old ornament flew across the floor: a photo of he and his parents that they'd taken at the mall. "Papa, please stop."

    "Let's make it look nice, here at home," William declared, messily organizing the supplies into different piles. He made his way to the small kitchen table and Henry's new shipment of silverware onto the table. "Here, you set the table--"

    "Papa--" He tried again, taking a small step toward his father as he climbed onto the couch in an effort to hang a 'happy birthday' sign from the windows. For a moment, he wondered where William had gotten the money to purchase it; then it occurred to him that he left twenty dollars on the kitchen table every night in case of an emergency. Henry's throat tightened as he realized that his father had been impulsively spending the money on alcohol and useless decorations. It wasn't as though either of them celebrated holidays.

    "Here is her party, why aren't you happy? Don't you miss her?" William's tone changed as he looked back at Henry, his eyes reddened and crazed as he screamed, "Be happy, for fuck's sake!"

    When Henry's expression didn't shift, William reached for one of the plates Henry had bought and tossed it in his direction, screaming "here is her fucking party!"

    Henry felt pressure against his shoulder as the plate slammed against the right side of his body and fell to the hard ground. He watched as it shattered, and cringed, his expression shifting to one of helplessness. "Papa, please stop."

    "What?" William turned back to his son, a bright smile on his face as he walked forward, grabbing Henry's head with his hands and holding it against his own. His breath wreaked of alcohol and whatever he'd eaten in the past few weeks.

    Henry wrapped his arm around his father's shoulder and tried to lead him back down the hall. "Please, Papa, just go to bed. Come here."

    "I can't go to bed now!" He exclaimed, casually fighting off his son's grip and placing his dirtied hand on his already bruised cheek.

    The boy flinched away from his father's touch. "Let's go to bed, Papa, come on..."

    "But I'm arranging a dinner party for your mother," William argued, a dazed smile on his face. Henry would have sworn he was having a psychological break, but he supposed grief did that to people. William had lost his wife; it was only fitting that he acted this way. Still, the longer he acted like this, the easier it would be for William to hurt himself.

    Henry tried again, carefully reaching for his arms as he tried to walk him back to his room. He comforted, "You can do that tomorrow, c-can you come to bed now?"

   "No, I'm very busy making a birthday dinner for your mom, so the fucking cunt can finally be happy!"

    "Papa, calm down, let's go to bed--" The boy bargained, ignoring the icy feeling that grew in his chest. His father would always say cruel things during his episodes, especially about Henry's mother; but they still stung every time he said them.

    William shrugged off his son's grasp, walking into the small kitchen where a pot of potatoes and -- was that dirt? -- boiled over the stove. Henry reached for the pot while his father was distracted with pouring a bag full of potatoes into another pot. He held it over the sink and filled it with water in an attempt to wash out what mess William had made while Henry was busy.

    "What the fuck are you doing? Stop it!" His father cursed, snatching the pot from Henry's grasp and putting it back on the stove. Smoke rose from the burning potatoes, and the young boy did his best to wave them away from the detector and sprinklers. As his father threw random spices onto the food, he exclaimed, "I told you, we're having a party! Look, we're gonna eat potatoes and shit."

    The older man brushed long, gray locks from his face and reached to turn on everything on the stove, despite using only two pots filled to the brim with potatoes. William turned the nozzle and the oven lit up, as Henry took another step forward. "No. No, Papa, go to bed--"

    "Don't ruin the food, now!" William sneered. Henry gulped and reached to turn the stove off, but his hands were immediately grabbed by William. His father glared at him for a moment, raising his hand. A stinging sensation covered Henry's left cheek.

    "Please, Papa--"

    Slap.

   "C-Can't you j-j-just--"

    Slap.

    A sharp pain quickly formed below Henry's eye socket, a jarring feeling in his skull as William's fist connected with his son's cheek. A bruise began forming on Henry's face as he met eyes with his father again, a tired but pleading look in his eyes.

    "Why c-c-can't -- why c-can't you go t-to bed now, Papa? Please..." Tears fell from Henry's eyes, his hair disheveled and shoulders hunched forward as he looked into the eyes of his estranged father. He was met with a cold glare and reddened eyes. Henry swallowed, preparing for another hit, the left side of his face reddened and covered with tears.

    William nodded after a moment, his jaw clenched as he stared up at his son. "I was just trying to make some food and make things right." He cleared his throat and looked around the kitchen before taking a step toward Henry. "Move the fuck out of my way."

    Henry stepped to the side as William made his way back to his bedroom. He let out a low breath and walked toward the stove, turning off all of the nozzles and the oven, and tossing the pot of potatoes and gunk into the garbage. He thought for a moment, then unplugged the microwave and toaster as well. As Henry went to clean up the mess in the living room, he allowed himself to accept his reality.

    He would never be able to live in his apartment in the Quarter. It would be his -- overpriced -- art studio, and nothing more.

    A tear slipped from his eye as he made his way into the attic, where he had organized Colla's items into different boxes. Henry moved to look through her 'treasured items,' the ones that she'd kept close to her heart when she was alive. Dainty pieces of jewelry tangled together at the bottom of the box, next to an old journal. Henry's brows knitted together in curiosity as he reached for the small brown book.

    The pages were stained brown, implying that Colla had gone out of her way to dip them into tea. A chuckle left Henry's lips as he began to read her Swedish writings. After a few moments, he realized the book hadn't been her private journal, but a notebook, where she'd studied different and rare types of witchcraft.

    'Tyaag witches participate in several different rituals in order to achieve functional mortality. However, functional mortality is only offered to twins born with earth magic. Once achieved, the twins will be sacrificed on their eighteenth birthday. This will usually consist of a slit throat and a knife through the base of the skull, paralyzing and killing them.

    'The base of the skull is the fifth chakra, and the mouth of God. Three days after their death, the witch twins are resurrected. Unfortunately, the memory of their friends and loved ones is wiped completely of their existence. This is due to the fact that the witches are promised a new life; and therefore, their slate is wiped clean.

    'Tyaag rituals are notorious for failed resurrections, as if the children do not comply with the fifteen rituals they need to complete before their deaths, the sacrifice will fail, and they will remain in spiritual limbo for the rest of eternity.'

    Henry shut the book immediately, remembering the wound on Aniya's neck. He cleared his throat and shook his head, as if his memory were an etch-a-sketch. He glanced outside and noticed the faded sunlight, and realized he would be late for his double-shift at the diner if he didn't leave soon.

    He quickly reached for the wired ring and put it into a small white box, complete with a little ribbon. A smile made its way across his face as he quickly changed into his work uniform, all but giddy to see Aniya again.

    As he made his way out of the cramped apartment in downtown New Orleans, he caught a glimpse of his father drooling into his white satin pillows. Henry paused, then went into his room, pulling the duvet over the man's chubby body and tucking it over him. He quickly picked up the pack of alcohol on the floor and shut off the light in his bedroom with a final breath of relief. He grabbed his things and locked the door behind him, making his way to his old Jeep.

    Henry drove in peaceful silence, admiring the lights and music of the city before stopping at the dumpster behind the diner.

    It was there that he tossed his father's pack of alcohol and his mother's box of party supplies. It wasn't as if either of the items would ever do him good. He was exhausted, and no longer sure he would live to his twenty-eighth birthday.

    Frankly, he wasn't sure he wanted to.

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i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. i knew that henry needed to have his own chapter eventually, as he is just as complex as aniya and kol, with his own goals and ambitions outside of being the person who works in the restaurant. that being said, henry is based off martin from the swedish movie 'behind the lights' and henry pearl from 'battlecreek.' please comment and tell me what you think! - trust

[hecohansen31]

Heco, my love, pleaaaaase do #25 of the kissing prompts with our love, Henry Pearl🥺❤️

WARNINGS: Bad Date, Soft Henry Pearl, Fluff, Cheesy

“Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain”

The double-blind-date idea had been your worst choice ever.

You didn’t know why you had allowed your friend to rope you in this idea.

‘We are new and we don’t know anybody in this shithole of a town’ she had commented, meanwhile she swiped through random guys’ pictures on tinder ‘… and you could get laid, you honestly… need it’.

But what your friend hadn’t considered was that the guys she had shown were the biggest assholes of the entire town.

As soon as you had come in, your date had tried to push your boundaries, trying to sit closer than it was comfortable for you, pushing an hand around your waist and trying to grab your hand over the table, in an obnoxious matter that had made you use your own ‘safeword’ with your friend, to tell her that you wanted nothing more than to go home.

But she had been too taken aback by her ‘amazing date’ and she had just asked you, over text, to endure a bit longer, and then she’d make it up to you with extra drinks.

But ‘your date’ kept on trying to hit on you with he cringiest of pick-up lines and eventually you were so done with him that you had to escape to the toilettes.

You tried to take your sweet time, adjusting your make-up and cleaning the parts of your body the man had been touching, cursing yourself for having worn a dress that had so much access to both your naked arms and legs.

Although you had felt dashingly beautiful before the date, you now just felt… violated.

You were rather sad to escape the toilette to go back to the awful date, but on your way back to the diner table, somebody lightly tapped your shoulder and you turned immediately around, thinking you probably had a tray of hygienic paper under your shoe.

But it was a boy, a rather handsome boy, one that you had seen on a few nightly trips to the local gas station of Battlecreek, he had filled your car and smiled shyly for the entire time not even attempting to make small talk.

Your friend had dubbed him as ‘weird’, but you understood and apprecciated his shyness.

Hence you were surprised he was approaching you, but he went even further and started talking to you, rushing through the words.

“… I am sorry… I don’t mean… to… intrude on anything, but…” he fidgeted with his hands, nervously, trying to find the best words for what followed “… you seemed uncomfortable…”.

“That’s what I get for choosing a blind date over Netflix and junk food” you commented with a sad smile “… but thank you for the concern”.

And he went a step further voicing his concern for you.

“… I know… I mean… I am a stranger, but…” and almost as if a lightbulb had switched off “… I am Henry Pearl by the way, I have seen you at the gas station, a few times”.

“I am (Y/N)” you replied softly, offering him an hand “… I am new, here, in Battlecreek, and my friend thought that it’d be funny to have a few cute guys showing us around, but my date…”.

“Doesn’t know to keep his hands to himself” finished for you Henry, with an harsh note on his tongue, as you nodded a bit ashamed that he had noticed it “… I can show you around… I mean…”.

He grew all bright red, and you took a small look at your date, waiting with your friend for your return as he looked like a hawk to the entire diner.

You had no intention to go back to him, but you felt like you’d have been rude to simply walk away, although he deserved it for not knowing where to put his hands.

And also, you were a bit scared of leaving alone, scared that the man would have followed you.

“… I mean… I am a bit of a stranger and… I mean you don’t know me” mumbled softly Henry voicing your own doubts, although you honestly would have taken any other man over the one at the table.

And Henry looked cute, with two plushy cheeks that you’d have eaten gladly.

“… I am more than happy to walk out with you, if you do keep your hands to yourself” you mumbled softly, as he immediately stuffed his hands in his pockets, to show you that he wouldn’t have that problem “… well then, I do think that you can be my tour guide”.

And like that, you ran out of the diner, giggling softly to each other as you hid from your friend and your date, breathing a deep breath of relief, and once you were out you erupted in a satisfied laughter, Henry lightly blushing, as you tried to adjust your dress, waiting for him to show you around.

“Where do we start?” you asked softly and Henry immediately answered you, as you started what seemed his usual night routine, as he explained to you all the beautiful things happening in Battlecreek, as you exchanged a bit of information on each other.

Henry was surprised that you had willingly moved from a bigger city to Battlecreek.

‘I am a writer, I just think that this entire “small town mentality” would be interesting and inspiring for a book’ you had explained him ‘… and you might even be part of it’.

He had giggled at that, that adorable blush on his face reappearing.

‘I am also an artist… I mean… I am a painter’ he had then told you.

“Oh that’s wonderful” your eyes had shone with pure interest, because you hadn’t thought to find somebody with your similar interests, who understood you so well.

But Henry Pearl literally seemed your ‘soulmate’.

And it was nice and comfortable to talk with him, a natural discourse spurring between you as you walked through Battlecreek, with him letting you know all about it ‘the small town mentality’, as you found yourself more and more interested with the tall boy.

Sadly, your delightful night was interrupted by the rain, as you immediately hid under the first place that could cover your heads, with Henry laughing so gingerly that it just put you in a good humor, and although it was raining all around you and you were drenched… it was the best absolute part of the night.

“I swear that even the rain is typical of Battlecreek” joked Henry, as you smirked at him.

He had relaxed quite a bit, although the blush kept on being present on his face, and you couldn’t help but slightly push yourself forward, as you met his lips in a kiss, because although he was a complete stranger…

… you just had had the best night of your life.

And he had the prettiest lips that you had ever seen.

Which tasted of rainwater and soft pancakes.

And you had never tasted anything so good.

Henry seemed taken aback, his lack of experience clearly showing up, as he froze against you, although he didn’t shy away from you, eventually his hand finding itself around your waist, loosely as he avoided to touch anywhere in particular, remembering probably the rule of keeping his hands to himself.

But you could break it.

You would have gladly allowed it.

Just because he blushed so adorably.

A thunder made you disentangle yourself from the kiss, as you jumped back lightly startled, steadied by his arms and he brought you closer to heat you up against the coldness of your wet clothes.

“… are pretty boys also typical of Battlecreek?” you teased him softly and he smirked, adorably.

“I…” then a serious light appeared in his eyes “… I didn’t do this, for you know… this”.

“I know” you mumbled, pecking again his lips, again “… you are a good guy, Henry Pearl”.

He became as red as a tomato.

“Why don’t I give you a tour of my home, and let you use a shower?” you proposed “… no offense but you look like a wet dog”.

“A cute wet dog” he counterattacked you, making you feel that deep underneath all that shyness there was much more.

And you were curious to see more of it.

And maybe this double-blind-date thing wasn’t that bad.

[kreepykix]

Requests :)

Hi! I’m a budding writer looking to get some more experience to attempt to master the skill of writing so I turn to you, dear tumblr-ers for requests. I’m gonna add a list of characters I’m willing to write for and I invite you to send me a request if you’ve had an idea for somethin’. It might take me a while to get it out and completed but I will try my hardest. I don’t write smut so none of that please, sorry y’all :/ but I’m down for almost anything else, anyway feel free to dump ideas on me :)

characters I’ll write for:

Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove)

Henry Pearl (Battlecreek)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Bellamy Blake (The 100)

Rick Grimes (The Walking Dead)

Glenn Rhee (The Walking Dead)

Rodrick Heffley 😏 (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Dean Forester (Gilmore Girls)

Damon Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries)

Ben Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Jude Duarte x Cardan Greenbriar (TFoTA)

Rhysand x Feyre (aCoTaR)

Azriel (aCoTaR)

Dorian Havilliard (Throne of Glass)

Nikolai Lantsov (Grishaverse)

If you have another character in mind feel free to ask me for that one and I’ll let you know if I would write them :)

Thank you so much!

[simple-skarsgard]

I’m so sorry you had a bad day!! :( an angsty angst: ol sweetheart Henry P. finally mustering up the courage to ask you out, but walks into the diner you work at and sees a rather handsome looking patron chatting you up. Discouraged and heartbroken thinking the guy must be your boyfriend, he leaves and stops coming to the diner for a while.

He was nervous to say the least. He’d never asked anyone out before, or ever really had feelings for someone much less. You’d been the first and only person who was kind to him, his age and attractive enough where he felt he could check off everything on the list that indicated romantic attraction.

How do you even ask a girl out? He’d seen several movies, read several books and poems. He felt he was a romantic at heart. But a more awkward romantic. A kind who wants to express love but doesn’t know how to.

He felt that flowers and letters may be too cheesy and something that you’d probably laugh at if he tried. He unconsciously dug his hands deeper into the pockets of his gray hoodie and hunched his shoulders up higher to his ears as if flinching at the idea of being rejected.

But his feet continued to let him wander to the diner you worked at- otherwise known as where he could spend hours on end just chatting with you when nobody else but him was around.

He stopped outside the diner, feeling his courage suddenly disintegrate with his heart when he peered inside. You were leaning against the counter talking to an older looking man. He was y’all and muscular wearing a leather jacket with denim jeans and combat boots. He was a hunk. The kind of guy who could toss Henry into the trash can like a used toothpick.

And judging by the way you were smiling and nodding your head in the conversation it seemed you were too occupied to want to talk to anyone else. But what crushed his heart more was when the unknown man leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple.

For a moment Henry prayed you’d sway the guys face and yell at him to get out for invading your space , but the ashes of his courage blew off into the wind with his hopes when all you did was gracefully receive the kiss.

He must’ve been too late. He’d been so shy and hesitant on admitting his feelings that during all the time he was at war with himself trying to make a decision, you’d made one of your own. To choose a much better looking boyfriend.

And with those thoughts there to fill the empty void in his chest, he shrunk further into himself and walked home. He skipped out on the diner for weeks.

*****

Every night your waited for Henry to show up, was simply another let down. Your favorite night customer had stopped appearing. The diner had been feeling much more dull and lifeless without his company. You’d wondered if you’d done anything to scare him off. It wasn’t like Henry to avoid people unless they brought him some kind of trouble.

You’d thought of stopping by his home to ask for him, but didn’t want to seem to invasive or intruding. You were friends but not that close. You just wanted to see him again.

Hours crawled by until it was time to close and just as you expected: your hopes had been false. He hadn’t shown up. It had officially been a month since you’d last heard of the boy.

Sometimes Henry would even stay to talk with you while you were closing up shop. He’d stayed so often that he’d learned the routine and would help you close even faster. Walk you out to your car where every night he would decline the ride home you offered.. and every night you’d eventually persuade him to let you.

You finished locking up the diner and said your goodbyes to the couple of coworkers you had. Not even they could make the night shift as interesting as Henry did.

Just when you were beginning to accept that maybe you wouldn’t be seeing Henry for a much longer time, you saw him standing by your car. His usual slouched persona snuggled into the comfortable gray hoodie he wore religiously. His small smile while he constantly peeled at you and back at the ground like an innocent child.

“Henry?” You sounded more eager than you meant to but you couldn’t care less. You walked over to him and embraced him tight. “I’ve missed you, where’ve you been?!”

He slipped his hands out carefully before hugging you back and leaning further over your smaller frame to feel himself closer to you. He’d missed you terribly .

“I’ve just.. been home, I guess,” he withdrew , not expecting to see the look of sadness on your face.

“I’ve really missed you,” your frown was so deep he could swear your eyes had begun to water. But he was probably imagining things.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“Then why haven’t you been coming? Have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?”

Each question was like a truck running over his foot as it served to remind him of the reason he’d chosen to distance himself. Not because he wanted to, it’s because he thought it was for the best for everyone involved.

“No it’s just...” his voice trailed off and he looked down beginning to wonder why he’d bothered coming at all.

“It’s just..?”

“I didn’t want to cause any trouble between you and your boyfriend..” the sentence sounded like a sorry excuse and he felt ridiculous saying it out loud now.

“Boyfriend?” Your frown became a scowl of confusion. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

His eyes snapped open and now it was his turn to be confused. “You don’t?”

“No??”

“Then.. who was that guy I saw.. the handsome fella with a leather jacket. He kissed you.”

“Henry what-,” The clarity dawned on you and you broke into a fit of soft chuckles,”Henry , that was my cousin from New York. He was visiting the area and wanted to say hi.”

Henry blinked as if now the world made sense again. He said nothing as the gears in his mind we’re still processing the information that you in fact were.. available.

“But enough of that,” you crossed your arms,”why would you stop talking to me just because I have a boyfriend ?”

The blush burned on Henry’s cheeks. You and your questions were just twisting him in ways he was sure would hurt less if physical .

But now it was your turn to gain clarity all over again, as it began to make sense. The blush on your cheeks burned just as bright before you looked down at the floor and hid your hands behind your back.

“Oh..”

Henry chuckled softly before bouncing lightly on his toes. “I.. I’ve been meaning to tell you I like you for some time now.. I just.. never thought you’d like me back.”

You looked at him before stepping closer to cup his face and planting a peck on his lips. Your hand lingered on his cheek as you looked into his eyes. “Henry Pearl.. how could I not like you back?”