#supermanxreader

[meobsessions]

Long time no post!

I've been suuuuper busy with grad school (we're officially in year 2 of working towards our Master's degree ayeee) but hello! I just wanted to throw something out there:

I'm currently working on finishing the Wolverine story I've been writing (if you don't know what that is, check it out on my account @caruscus on AO3--it's called Hidden Shadows). Howeverrrrrr here's an update for the future.

I've been having brain rot with Batman and DC in general lately. I started writing a Batman x oc fic that would have a later connected story for Superman x oc. That being said, I was rewatching Superman the Animated series and was inspired by a particular episode where Lois Lane is transported to another dimension where she died and Superman went coo coo bonkers without her. I was thinking of writing a Superman x reader one-shot(ish) where something similar to that happens (with my own twists bc I'm me). Would y'all be interested in that?

I hope all of you have been well! Times are crazy lately, so make sure you're taking care of yourselves. All love <3

[ashthespaceastronautstories]

TEMPER

Temper

You loved Clark with your whole heart he was funny, smart,and kind you honestly couldn’t pick your favorite thing about him if asked it’d be too hard.

So finding out he was the Man of Steel you weren’t as shocked as what you thought you’d be.

“You know Bruce Wayne is going to be in town it’s all over the news.” You announced between bites of your breakfast.

“Bruce? Huh wonder what brings him to Metropolis?” Clark asked brows furrowed slightly as he set his juice down.

“I think it’s about some outreach thing he’s doing in Gotham and expanding here.” You answered. Clark only nodded eyes fixed on the news.

“Oh it’s not that bad, I’m sure he’s a nice guy...you e met him before right?” You asked taking another slice of bacon.

“Yeah I have, he’s a lot nicer than he lets on.” Clark said a smile returning to his face.

Soon night fell and you’d just finished your shift at work and were heading home. Clark had been invited to gala and naturally you were his plus one. So you hurried home and readied yourself for the evening opting for a green dress long sleeves paired with a pair of gold earrings and hair neatly placed in a bun. You could hear Clark in the bathroom, stepping out and adjusting his bow tie. He let out a low whistle upon seeing you.

“We could stay home?” He suggested a grin on his face.

“We can fool around after you finish work.” You replied a soft smile on your lips.

“I’m going to remember that.” Clark said grabbing his and your coats and holding yours up for you to slip on.

The night had been quite the whirlwind all sorts of celebrities had shown up including Bruce Wayne, and while it was impressive you spent your night chatting with Lois and Perry and enjoying the free alcohol. The night was going well, up until the sound of an explosion alarms began going off smoke began filling the banquet hall. People began shoving and yelling and trying to find the exit. Everything was in complete chaos. You had been shoved in the chaos right into the arms of Bruce Wayne. He stilled for moment helping you regain your balance.

Clark searched for you amongst the sea of people he spotted you with Bruce who had caught you when you were shoved. Bruce would help you while he slipped out quickly changing into his kryptonian armor. He rushed back inside helping as many people as he could out of the building, he was soon joined by Bruce now donning his Batman suit as he too helped evacuate as well. When they were finally finished the building had been engulfed in flames.

Clark took a moment scanning the crowd for any signs of you, but he couldn’t. Pulling Bruce to the side still costumed.

“We should go somewhere with less ears.” Bruce said before Clark could even ask his question, letting out an annoyed sigh he did comply.

Soon the duo were alone on the rooftop of an old building in a slightly secluded part of town or a least a part where there weren’t any living residents.

“Okay we’re alone, now where is she?” Clark asked arms folded across his chest.

“She?” Bruce repeated.

“The woman in the green dress, you had helped her up.” Clark explained.

“After I helped her up, I left to change I assumed she escaped with the others.” Bruce stated.

“Y/N? She-she can’t be.” Clark mumbled to himself he felt his heart drop he couldn’t think he felt lost and then angry, and then rage.

“You- you left her you didn’t make sure she was out!” Clark yelled taking a step towards Bruce.

“I couldn’t just focus on one person Clark despite your personal relationship with her.” Bruce replied.

But the more Bruce spoke the angrier he got he saw red and just lunged at him knocking him through the ceiling. Bruce was taken off guard at the sudden outburst. The fight continued until Bruce was able to weaken him with the help of Kryptonite that he kept on hand using the distraction to his advantage Bruce left the man of steel alone in the old decrepit building. Bruce began pulling up any and all information on you. Halfway through his research he was alerted by Alfred you had been located via a security camera of some local shop and he made his way to where you were.

You were leaning against a building in an alleyway your eyes and lungs burned from all the smoke, somehow in all the confusion and chaos you had ended up here hacking your lungs out. You sighed trying to gather yourself you had to find Clark and let him know you were alright you knew he’d be worried since he hadn’t found you already. Steadying yourself you made you way to the Main Street standing on the sidewalk you tried to get your bearings.

You hadn’t even heard the damn car pull all you heard was your name being called. Turning you saw none other than Batman.

“Me?” You asked pointing to yourself.

“He thinks you’re dead.” He said.

“What? Why would he think that?”you asked approaching his vehicle.

“I-he couldn’t find you and assumed the worse...he thinks Wayne abandoned you.” Batman explained.

“Bruce? No I mean he helped me but then we got separated again...I hope he’s okay...I hope everyone’s okay.” You explained. “You have to take me to him he’s- and before you could finish your sentence you were speeding down the street.

He couldn’t believe Bruce would resort to that, especially after what he’s done leaving you behind like that. You were his world and now you were gone. Clark knew you wouldn’t want him like this so angry, and bitter but what good was making the world better if you weren’t in it. Clark let frustrated yell despite his powers coming back he still felt so weak, tears rolled down his cheek the world didn’t deserve him not after you’d been taken so quickly so cruelly he hoped you weren’t in any pain in your final moments, and that you knew how much he loved.

“Hello!” You called as you followed the path of debris left in the wake of the fight you had assumed took place, you had noticed the Batman’s busted lip and had assumed as much had taken place. Stumbling over some bricks and broken pipes you saw Clark on his knees shoulders slumped. You sped up running towards him.

“Are you okay?” You asked extending your hand to touch him but before you could he was already on his feet looking at you a look of shock, pain, and some disbelief.

“Y/N.” He breathed a tear rolling down his cheek he dropped to his knees his arms looping around your waist as he held you.

“I’m okay.” You said after a moment, as you placed a hand on his shoulder the other resting on his head. After another moment Clark was on his feet again and pulling you into his arms as he brought you outside. You were surprised Batman was still here hand in hand you approached the dark knight, Clark spoke first.

“Sorry about..you know..attacking you like that I thought they killed y/n and I lost my temper.” Clark said.

“Next time I’d suggest you think first before doing something stupid” he replied. Clark was silent.

“I was wrong...and thank you.” Clark said looking down at you and before Bruce could say anything else Clark was gone you in his arms.

“Why would you fight Batman over me?” You asked.

“He was helping me evacuate and I know I hadn’t brought you outside so I assumed he must’ve and when I couldn’t find you I just- I lost it.” He explained finally landing at your shared apartment.

“It’s going to take more than a burning building to get rid of me.” You said trying to lighten the mood. “It’s going to be the DMV that’s gonna do it.” You continued with a smile.

“DMV?” He replied with a look of confusion on his face.

“Well yeah I left my purse and coat...and you left your wallet.” You explained. A smile finally broke out on Clark’s face as he let out a soft chuckle his gaze fixed on you as he pulled you into a deep kiss.

[haileygarciasunshine]

Reunion

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader

Word Count: 1,683

Warning: Swearing, Making out

Summary: When Tom falls ill, his estranged son comes back into the reader's life bringing more than she bargained for.

Wattpad

Buy me a coffee

Leaning against your shut apartment door, you closed your eyes letting out a deep breath. It had been a long day at the diner, with many rude customers. Tossing your bag onto the floor, you made your way to the couch, laying across it. Pulling your phone out, you began looking through your notifications. There was a voicemail from Tom Curry.

As you listened to it, you picked up your purse before you made your way back out of your apartment. Starting your beat up pickup truck, you began driving to Tom’s house. It was 11:30pm. Tom was friends with your parents when they were still alive, which resulted in you and Arthur becoming best friends. He had been acting strange as of late, but you knew not to pressure him knowing he would tell you in his own time. 

The message that Tom had left you, made your heart beat more rapid. You spent most of the drive worrying about what could be wrong. When Arthur's mother died, it took a huge toll on him and his father. Your relationship was simply platonic, although many people thought you were together due to your closeness.

Flinging open the car door, you had barely put it in park before you jumped out of the truck.

“Tom?” You called frantically. “Tom?”

Your frantic feelings coming through when you knocked on the door. It was rapid and firm. 

“Tom!” You called again. “It’s Y/N! Open up!”

Still no answer. Fear began coursing through your veins. Letting out a sigh, you kicked the door open, debris flying. 

“Tom?” You called cautiously entering his house. An odd feeling overwhelming you.

Slowing entering the house further, you glanced around the house. Stepping through the threshold for the kitchen you saw him lying on the floor motionless.

“Tom!” You shrieked, quickly kneeling beside him. Pulling out your phone you were about to call 911, before you remembered it would be at least ten minutes before they got to you. Grabbing one of his arms you hoisted him up, getting him into the truck. Exceeding the normal speed limit, it was a few minutes before you arrived at the hospital. Hosting him up again, you trudged through the emergency room. 

“Someone please help!” You called. 

A group of nurses quickly surrounding you, taking Tom and placing him on a hospital bed.

Watching them take Tom into a room, you quickly made your way back to your truck parking it somewhere safe. Making your way back towards the ER, you pulled your phone out calling Arthur. 

It was only a matter of minutes before Arthur, Clark and Bruce, showed up at the ER.

“How’s he doing?” Arthur questioned handing you a cup of coffee.

Taking a sip of the coffee, you shrugged. “I don’t know. They haven’t come out with any updates yet.”

Glancing at the clock it read 1:30am.

“It only takes your father getting hurt for you to come by and see him.” You spat raising an eyebrow. 

“Y/N…”

Huffing you shook your head. “Save it. I’m not the one that you need to explain that to.”

Frowning he glanced at his shoes. “I...I…”

“I don’t care about your excuses, Arthur.” You snapped glaring at him. “Tom deserved better.” 

“He had you.” He reasoned. “You were there to take care of him.”

“That’s your justification for running away and leaving him?” Your voice filled with anger. Challenging him, you took steps forward stopping until you were mere inches apart. “What a pathetic excuse you have, Arthur.” 

A firm hand grabbed your elbow, pulling you away from Arthur. “Simmer down here children.” A deep voice sounded.

“Don’t touch me.” You spat, heat coursing through your veins, rising in your cheeks. Your heart beating rapidly. The lights around the waiting room, bursting causing small embers to fall as the burst. The electric lines outdoors near the room doing the same.

Grounding yourself, your chest began rising and falling at a rapid pace. Glancing at the men before you, they were staring at you with widened eyes. Grabbing your purse, you swiftly making your way down the hall. As you made your way through the halls, it dawned on you that you were still in your waitress uniform.

“Y/N!” Arthur called behind you. 

Shaking your head, you didn’t care to stop. 

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A few months had gone by since you had last seen Arthur. It killed you everyday since then that you weren’t able to reconnect with your best friend, seeing as how close you were to rekindling the relationship. It had almost been like old times, him bringing you coffee, being your rock during a drastic time.

It was one of your rare days off, you were cleaning around your apartment. A firm knock echoed through your apartment, causing fear to wash over you. You weren’t expecting anyone to come over. 

Opening the door, you were face to face with one of the men from the night at the ER. 

“Y/N?” His deep voice questioned. “I’m a friend of Arthur’s. My name’s Bruce.” 

Allowing him in, you began brewing coffee for the both of you.

“What can I help you with Bruce?” You asked, leaning against the counter not meeting his gaze. 

“It’s about Arthur.” He began hope filling his voice.

Letting out a huff you shook your head. “I don’t know what you think I can help with.” You stated crossing your arms, sending a glare towards the man. “I’m not his keeper. Nor am I his friend.”

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After, Bruce left you with some food for thought, you began chewing on it. Arthur was one of your best friends, could you really just walk away from him? 

Bruce had offered you a spot in the Justice League seeing what you had done in the ER waiting room. Graciously you declined, not wanting to be involved with things you couldn’t handle.

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The news of Tom’s death was felt around the world. Holding a wake for him, you were filled with an anxious feeling. Anxiously waiting to see if Arthur came or not. Hours began to pass, as your hope began to felter. Letting out a sigh, everyone had come and gone leaving you with the duty of cleaning up the space and the trash.

“Am I too late?” Arthur’s voice rang through the hall. 

Tears began pooling in your eyes as relief washed over you. Turning around, you were surprised to see everyone in the Justice League standing beside him. 

“No.” You muttered, swiftly walking towards him. “Never too late.” You threw your arms around him, pulling him as close as possible towards you. The warmth of his hug, comforted you. 

“I’m sorry.” He muttered into your shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you both needed me. I’m sorry-”

Pulling away from him, you rested your hands on his biceps. “None of that.” You spoke in a firm tone. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.” You smiled, gazing at each other.

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Arthur introduced you to the rest of the team. They were very understanding and welcoming towards you. 

“Let’s go to the bar.” Arthur spoke. 

Frowning, your gaze fell to the floor. “I...I don’t know.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer Y/N. Come on.”

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The night coming to a close, you were a little more tispy than you were used to. Clark had insisted he escort you home.

“Why’d you walk me home, Clark?” You asked curtly.

“I..I don’t know.” He frowned slightly, not expecting your question.

You hummed in response. “You’ve never talked to me yet somehow you are always around me.” Raising an eyebrow at him, you turned toward him slightly.

Letting up on him, the rest of the walk was in an awkward silence. 

Arriving at your building, you were facing each other. Rocking back and forth slightly, you gazed at the ground in front of you. 

“Do you want to come up?” 

“If you’re okay with that.” 

Giggling slightly, you nodded leading him upstairs. 

Changing into something more comfortable, you gazed at Clark in the middle of your living room still in a tux. Since meeting, you both had been prancing around your feelings between you for quite some-time. You failed to realize you were leaning against your doorframe, gawking at Clark.

“Like what you see?” He smirked, questioning in a teasing tone. 

You hummed in response, biting your bottom lip. Clark was in front of you in a split second. One of his hands resting comfortably on your hip while the other brought his thumb up to your lip, pulling it from your teeth. Gazing into your eyes, he slowly leaned forward nuzzling his nose against yours. His soft lips touching yours in hesitation. Bringing your hands up to his hair, they locked themselves behind his head holding him to you. His tongue darted out tracing the crevices of your lip before you allowed him into your mouth. Both of your tongues prodding and licking against each other. Taking in a sharp breath, he began leading you to your bed. Your knees hitting the edge of the bed before you pulled Clark onto your bed with you. Making himself comfortable above you. His soft lips trailing along the column of your throat earning a gasp from you when he began sucking and biting in his wake. 

“Guys!” Victor boomed walking into your apartment. 

“We know you’re here!” Barry spoke. 

“Figured we could do some team building!” Arthur added.

Letting out a sigh, Clark placed a chaste kiss to your lips before standing up, pulling you with him.

Stepping into the living room, the three men dropped their gazes to you.

“We weren’t interrupting something were we?” Arthur spoke in a gruff voice. 

Clearing your throat, you spoke. “No, not at all.” You shook your head.

“Umm.” Barry started. “Are you sure? Cause Clark has some lipstick on his face and collar-”

Victor elbowed him roughly, causing him to cough.

“What’re you guys doing here?” You asked, swiftly changing the subject. 

“Movie Night!” The three of them replied in unison.

[theplaid-wearingmoose]

Requests are open!!!

Sooooo I’m pretty bored right now and i have some peace and quiet while the family is out so if y’all wanna request some one shots or something, my requests are open! depending on the number of requests i get i can leave the ask box open for a bit just so those who want one can get their requests in. I got a new laptop for christmas so i wanna break it in you know, get some good typing going on this thing... <3 <3 

[lifeasitis21]

That’s Private

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Request: Henry x reader where they’re a couple and during an interview, questions get brought up of their sex life.

A/n: Thank you for the request anon! I hope this is close to what you were thinking. It was super fun to write!

Working on this movie with Henry had been like a dream come true, and there was never a moment when you wanted it to end.

Getting to work side by side with the love of your life every day seemed too good to be true, and it had its ups and downs but with Henry, it was mostly ups. You called it your ‘love child’ because the two of you spent countless hours brainstorming the entire project together. 

Henry was used to huge movie production sets and teams of thousands, but when you showed him part of the screenplay you wrote, he jumped on board right away. You worked well together, which was a bonus, of course. You had balance, it’s what he always called it. A balance of give and take, balance of creativity and realism, you just worked.

Along with acting beside him, you also got to direct with him. The two of you played a couple on screen, which came naturally for the most part. You thought the hardest part of it would be the amount of time you would spend together, but you were yet to tire of each other.

One thing you loved about him, was that he always took the time to reassure you without even being asked. On set, when you would worry about memorizing lines or coming off as genuine, he would walk you through every scene even into the early hours of the morning. And on days when that didn’t work, he would fuck you sleepy and hold you close to his chest until you drifted off to sleep.

Now that filming was over and the haze had begun to lift, you were faced with the reality of the press tour interviews.

Because it was a small movie, you only had a few interviews in place, regardless of the fact that reviews on the project had been everything you hoped for and more. One of the biggest you had coming up was The Tonight Show. It would be your first time doing something like this, Henry’s, not so much. He was amazing in front of a camera, obviously. But more than that, he had a presence about him that affected everyone in the room. 

You didn’t go on until 10:30 tonight but you’d been preparing all day. Henry’s agent arranged the schedule to where you wouldn’t have to be present at every interview, and today was Henry’s day for solo interviews. 

With only 3 hours until you had to leave for Fallon’s, he was due back any minute now though.

You had your outfit laid out on the bed of your hotel room. And like a good partner, you set out Henry’s suit as well. You stood in the bathroom with your robe wrapped around you. With a swipe of your hand, you cleared the fog from the mirror and started working on your makeup. You turned on your playlist as you did, mouthing along to the words of one of Henry’s favorite songs. 

You fondly remembered how he insisted on contributing to your morning playlist with some of his favorites that he made sure to refer to as ‘purely classic.’

Close to exhausted, Henry trudged through the door of your room and tossed his jacket on the couch in the lounge room. 

He began to call out to you, but then heard the muffled sounds of music coming from the bedroom.

A soft smile formed on his lips as he pictured you rolling your hips, singing along to your music. The longer he thought about it, something else also began to form.

He quietly walked into the bedroom, where he found the bathroom door cracked open, with steam still seeping out from your shower. Perfect timing.

To get a head start, he loosened his tie and threw it onto the bed. After kicking out of his shoes, he began unbuttoning his shirt, only leaving the last three for you to undo later. 

As he pushed open the door, he watched your eyes as they found his in the mirror. You smiled, and almost looked away, before noticing his bare chest under his shirt.

You kept your eyes on him as he walked up behind you. Slowly, he wrapped his hands around your waist, the tension pulling your towel down just above your chest.

“I missed you.” He whispered, lowering his lips down to the nape of your neck. He breathed out as he ran his tongue over your warm skin; the contact sending a tingle to your center.

He tug his hands down into your hips and pulled you back against himself. You could feel his length just below your ass and you loved how hard he was already. Just like he craved, you pushed and grinded back against him, causing him to tug a little more on the towel near your hips. As it fell to the floor, he took in the sight of your naked body. 

“We can’t be late Henry.” 

With one hand he gently pushed your chest down towards the counter and with the other he moved down towards your wetness and with agonizing patience, pushed two fingers inside of you.

“We wont be.”

Hand in hand, the two of you sat on stage, waiting for the countdown to the show to begin. Henry absentmindedly placed a kiss to the back of your hand, then smiled up at you when he noticed you watching him.

Off screen, the camera man began counting down so the two of you got situated. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the tonight show! We have some amazing guests with us tonight. Give a round of applause for Henry Cavill and Y/n Halloway!”

You smiled bright as the room erupted in applause. Beside you Henry gave a wave to the crowd, but then turned his attention to the host.

“We’re so happy to have you two.”

“Well we’re happy to be here. This is amazing!” You said, an over exaggerated amount of peppiness in your voice.

“It’s good to be back, thank you for having us.” Henry ran his hand over his thigh once, before placing his hands back where they were, something you noticed he did in almost every interview he gave.

By now, you had lost count and so had he. He was truly a pro at this part of the job. Every question asked, he answered with prose and excitement, always eliciting further conversation.

The questions ranged from filming process, to future projects, to anything in between. 

You had been doing much better than you thought you would. The whole thing was actually more fun than you expected, and 30 minutes in you’d fell into a flow with Henry. Completely in sync.

“The two of you play some, badass assassin lovebirds on screen. And we know--at least we hope you’re just a couple off-screen. Did this whole process bring anything out, into the--into the open?”

Henry smiled at the question after looking over and seeing the smile on your own face. 

“Do you mean negative things, or?” He asked.

“No! Nothing bad, I guess, did you learn anything about one another?”

“Henry is a very...energetic man.” Before you even had a moment to process your own words, the audience began to woop and applaud at the misunderstanding of what you really meant. As the host’s eyes went wide with laughter, you glanced over at Henry and barely held it together as he shot you that knowing smirk.

“Oh my god-- that is not-- what I meant by energetic is he is constantly on the go. Like, if it’s between sleep and work, he chooses work every time.” You barely made it through without another fit of laughter, but once you did, and the crowd settled, the host pulled you out of the hole you’d dug yourself.

“Right right. So nothing was ever quiet done. There was always something that Henry needed to be doing.”

“Exactly.” You responded with a smile. Now both you and the host looked to Henry, as if waiting for him to ask the question posed earlier. 

“What did I learn?” He asked himself, bringing his finger to his chin and narrowing his eyes at you. It brought a smile to your face, the way his eyes sparked when he looked at you.

“Y/n is, amazing at quiet literally everything she does.” That one made the crowd aww and brought a little heat to your cheeks as he kept his eyes on you. “She’s better than anyone I’ve ever known in every single way.”

Suddenly, the host burst out in laughter. “Woah now, Henry. That could mean a lot of things. What is it that she’s so much better at than everyone else? Do you mean what I think you mean?”

Everyone was completely engaged now if they hadn’t been before. But Henry was quick on his feet. He looked to for a moment, for approval, which you gave with a smile. 

“Yes? Yes. That’s exactly what I mean.” 

The host wasn’t sure how far he could push this, but you both seemed comfortable so he kept talking.

“I think it’s great you feel that way! No--really! It’s an important part of any relationship and as if you guys couldn’t of gotten anymore perfect, we now know you have an outstanding sex life.”

Henry laughed his heart warmingly big laugh and glanced over to you as he continued. “Well yeah, she really is amazing. It’s like--euphoric. Every time--like--” he was one beat away from continuing when he realized what he was about to say probably shouldn’t be said on television. “I’ll just--It’s important. It really is.”

He began looking back and forth between the two of you now, a mischievous look in his eye. “This is all sounding very--present tense..”

At that, Henry gave the floor to you, not wanting to go further than he already had and than you were comfortable with. But when he looked to you, whether you really meant to or not, you answered. “It is. It really is.”

Henry was exuberant beside you. Laughing and making eyes at you, all the while never coming off as fake or insincere. You’d never felt as safe and at home with someone as you did with him, which made this all feel okay. More than okay. It made it right.

That marked all the time you had left for the interview, and you genuinely believed that no one in that room wanted it to end. You said your goodbyes to the audience and let Henry lead you backstage by the hand. 

As soon as you were out of the public eye, he pulled you in close and brought your lips to his mouth. He held you there for a long time, and you let him, savoring the smell of his cologne, the feel of his hand holding your face.

“You’re my world.” He said, after releasing you. “My entire world.”

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[pietroxreader]

New Additons!

Soon I will begin to post new fics featuring Henry Cavill x Reader and Clark Kent x Reader! Please let me know if you’d be interested or if you’d like me to tag you in future posts! I appreciate the support as always!

My newest Fic featuring Clark Kent will be uploaded later today, don’t miss out!

Clark Kent/Henry Cavill Masterlist: All My Stories Can Be Found Here!

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

"The Choice" (Batman v Superman, Batman x Reader x Superman)

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zj5vCU

by GumliaBear

Words: 1140, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: DcComics, DcUniverse - Fandom, Marvel, Batman - Fandom, Superman - Fandom, BruceWayne - Fandom, ClarkKent, Superhero - Fandom, Geek - Fandom, BatmanvSuperman, justiceleague

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lex Luthor, Lois Lane, Martha Kent, Batman, Superman, Zod, Doomsday (Superman), Diana (Wonder Woman)

Relationships: BruceWayne/Reader, ClarkKent/Reader, Batman/Reader, Superman/Reader

Additional Tags: BatmanvSuperman - Freeform, JusticeLeague - Freeform, Batmanxreader, Supermanxreader, brucewaynexreader, clarkkentxreader, supermanxreaderxbatman, batmanxreaderxsuperman, dccomics - Freeform, DCUniverse, Wonderwoman - Freeform, Marvel - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zj5vCU

[ashthespaceastronautstories]

Important

IMPORTANT

Important You were so excited you couldn’t wait to have some alone time with Clark you two hadn’t had a chance to be alone. With his career at the Daily Planet and him being Superman and you being a teacher and your little ones keeping you busy but spring break was coming up and you had a full week off, and Clark has taking a few days off so you two could spend some time together during your time off. At least that was the plan anyway. You had a whole week off for spring break and you had spent the last six of them home alone with the exception of getting groceries and dog sitting for your neighbors. It was Saturday evening Clark had promised that tonight you two would spend some time together you had dinner made, and a movie picked out, you sat alone at the table waiting text messages and phone call all missed and not returned. You sighed he could have at least called or texted to say he couldn’t make it. You’d lost your appetite and headed to the shower you were so angry you couldn’t but help cry a bit, before changing into your night clothes and crawling into bed. You’d just fallen asleep when you felt a shift in the bed....Clark was home. “Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Clark said apologizing. “It’s fine.” You mumbled closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep The next morning you woke up Clark was still asleep in bed you brushed your teeth showered and sat at the kitchen table eating your cereal when Clark walked in the room. “Morning.” He said yawning making his way to the fridge. “I suppose.” You muttered focusing on your phone. It was now afternoon and you hadn’t said two words to Clark. “I’m going on patrol.” He stated heading to the front door. “Whatever.” You said more to yourself than to him. “Okay what did I do?” He asked. You sighed turning to him “I’m angry at you.” You began. “Because you said I’d get to have you all weekend! Why can’t you just tell them you can’t go!” You yelled a weeks worth of frustration pouring from you, as you shoved your finger into his chest. “Because it’s my job and it’s important.” Clark’s frustration matching your own. “And I’m not?” You asked defeated as tears rolled down your cheeks. You buried your hands in your face sobbing softly. “I’ve always been patient with you, I never complain about you always being gone I just miss you and spending time with you...and I’m always alone and-“ you started crying again. Clark frowned he felt terrible, awful he had promised you the weekend. He pulled you into a hug. “No.” You sobbed in his chest but staying rooted in your spot as he held you close. “I’m so sorry...I know that doesn’t make up for anything...you are my world y/n.” He continued to hold you until your sobs finally stopped as you continued to sniffle, Clark offering his sleeve for you to wipe your face. “I think it’s going to rain anyway, I’ll let Bruce know I can’t patrol tonight.” Clark offered. “It’s fine, just go.” You said pulling out of his embrace. “Not a chance, I’ve missed you too and I want to spend time with you.” Clark stated pulling you back into an embrace. “Okay.” you mumbled. As Clark settled you in the couch turning on the television.

[theplaid-wearingmoose]

Need y’all’s opinion..

Sooo ya girl needs to make more money (trying to move out of my mom’s house and afford my own car, that sort of thing) and I enjoy making one shots and imagines for you guys so i figured id combine those two things and I was just wondering if, should i choose to make a Patreon, would anybody be interested in contributing? I haven’t decided on how I’m gonna set it up yet but you guys would be able to request one shots, reader inserts, and full fics if you want (depending on how much you wanna pay i guess) 

Now i know you’re probably thinking you can just do that here but patreons would get priority over tumblr requests since you’d be paying for them and your requested writing will not be published here unless you give permission for it to be posted here. Also since Patreon is a way of income for me, I wouldn’t have to work as many hours at my day job and I’d be able to make more content for the tumblr users. If not, I only have so muc time to put into writing here, you know. And i cant draw, nor do i have the capabilities to record audios of the fics i’ve written so all i can offer is my writing ability and you don’t have to become a patron i just wanna get an idea of how many people would be open to that idea

Thanks!!!

[lifeasitis21]

New Stuff!

After lots of requests I’ve decided to do a part 3 to Come Back To Me! It’ll be posted soon so if you need to catch up read part 1 and 2 here! 

Henry Cavill x Reader x ?

[lifeasitis21]

Always Do

Imagine (Anon Request): Henry Cavill x Reader where the reader and Henry are co-stars and they slowly fall in love over the course of the film and they make their first moves during the press tour.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Y/n Johnson

A/n: I hope you enjoy anon! Thanks for the request! 

He’d been doing this all day. He filmed himself literally everywhere the two of you went. Whether he was promoting the movie or just describing everything you were doing, he always had that camera in his face.

“Maybe a break, would be good for today..Yeah?” You interrupted.

Henry glanced over at you with that smile on his face. 

“Well it looks like, we’ll  have to see each other again tomorrow. But for now, goodbye from Y/n and I.” As he spoke he leaned over close to you, his head was basically in your lap. You gave the camera the best smile you could and waved goodbye to whoever would end up seeing the video. 

Henry was the only one out of the two of you that had any social media so when the producers asked him to post promotions for the movie every once and awhile, he really had no choice.

He turned off his phone and tossed it into one of his bags as the two of you arrived on set. You still had about 3 more months of filming left, but you enjoyed the plot of the movie and working with Henry was actually really fun. He made you laugh more than you cared to admit.

“Today’s gonna be a good day, I can feel it.” He said, optimistic as usual. 

You hopped out of the van and headed straight for your trailer to put your stuff away before makeup. Something Henry should have also been doing, but when you found him close on your heels you couldn't say you were surprised.

“Did you get that email from production? They moved that crazy fighting seen up to today.” He watched you move around your trailer, a lazy smile forming on his lips. “We get to film together, All. Day. Long.”

You glanced back at him as you grabbed a snack from your fridge.

“Say no more, you’ll get me too excited.” You said as sarcastically as you could. 

He just laughed it off as you walked past him towards the trailer door. 

Since it was Monday, the two of you headed off to the morning staff meeting. Just an overview of what was planned for the week. This action filled sci-fi featured both you and Cavill as the leads. You played strangers turned partners at the end of the world to put it broadly. Henry’s character had a love interest, but your character seemed to be too busy holding everything together. And no matter how many times the writers told him no, it didn't stop Henry from suggesting every other day that you should end up with him by the end.

Since filming began, the only place the two of you weren’t together was wardrobe and makeup. Most every scene featured the both of you, and if it didn’t, you always seemed to find Henry standing off to the side of set watching you act.

“Cavill and Johnson to set two!” 

As you made your way over, Henry jogged up beside you.

“May I say, you’re looking particularly bad ass today.”He said as he leaned in close to your ear.

You laughed a little and gave him a gentle shove. “Same goes for you Cavill.”

The set director put you into position and went over the scene with you once more before calling action.

You and Henry were set to be fighting back-to-back blasting creatures as they crawled out of the walls around you.

“And, action!”

The blasters sounded throughout the room as you put on your best “war face” and went through your steps.

“On your left!” You shouted. 

Behind you, Henry turned and fired at the wall where a creature would be CGI’d in during editing. 

After the two of you did your rehearsed dance around the room for awhile, firing at creatures, dodging attacks, Henry said his next line.

“I’m running low on ammo.”

You looked at him with a smirk on your face.

“There’s only a few left, I can take ‘em.” 

You prepared to do the move you’d practiced all day last week. You were supposed to take a few steps back and then run full speed at Henry, who would launch you off his thigh and fling you straight at a creature. The plan was for you to jump over the side of a balcony and land on the mat that'd been placed half a floor down off-camera. After firing your last round and then tackling a dummy creature down with you, all you had to do was tumble onto the mat.

Henry insisted he could toss you all the way to the mat without an issue and you’d voiced your concern that too many things could go wrong, but if it worked, it would look amazing. You didn't want to mess up the flow of the scene so without a word you started to run. Everything felt right as you ran at him, but he’d been just one too many inches off his mark, which caused you to overestimate how far away his leg was. You stepped too high up on his thigh, but before he realized, he had already set in motion tossing you to the mat. As you began to jump from his leg, your foot caught on his bicep and you flew through the air, knowing you were going to fall short of the mat.

In the little time you had, you did your best to fall the same way you would have on the mat but instead of padding, you crashed down hard onto concrete. 

The moment you hit the ground you yelled out in pain and they called cut. Henry ran down the stairs and straight to you. It was bad, you knew that much.

As quick as you could, you stood and put as much weight on your ankle as you could. It hurt like hell but you hid the pain.

“Someone get the medic over here!” The stunt director shouted.

You waved him off and took a moment to catch your breath. Henry had his arm around your waist, trying to take some of the weight off your ankle.

“No no no, I’m fine, I’m--I just need a second.” You walked over to a chair as normal as you could, wincing with every step.

“Shit Y/n. Fuck I am so sorry. Fuck.” Henry looked panicked as he walked beside you. 

“Don’t worry about it--I’m fine, just needed a second and--”

Behind you Ben Richards’, the head director, approached you with the set doctor beside him.

The doctor kneeled to remove your shoe but you stopped him before he could. 

“I think I’ll be okay, I just twisted it a little. It feels better already.” The smile on your face was weak. Nothing good ever happened when production was set back so you did your best to play it off as no big deal.

“Y/n, I don’t buy it.” Ben said. “Take the rest of the day. I’l send the PT to your trailer in, say an hour.”

“But Ben I--”

Ben kneeled down and gently grabbed your ankle, then he not so gently squeezed it, causing you to wince in pain.

“Fu--ck me! Shit.”

“That’s what I thought. Take the rest of the day kid.”

He placed a hand to your shoulder and sent Henry with you back to your trailer, probably to assure that you got there. You should have known Ben wouldn’t let this slide. He’d been an old family friend for as long as you could remember. The moment he told you about this movie you jumped at the opportunity to work with him. Which is why you felt so bad for potentially slowing down filming.

You were almost to your trailer now, but with every step your ankle throbbed. Henry was practically carrying you, but the last few feet he actually picked you up and carried you into your trailer.

As he set you down, you inhaled sharply. This was the part you were dreading. He helped you untie your shoe and gently began to pull it off.

As he did you could immediately see the bruising beginning, which hopefully meant it was a sprain instead of a break. 

Henry grabbed an ice pack from your freezer and wrapped it in a towel. He slowly laid it on top of your ankle that was now propped up on the couch.

“Y/n. I am so sorry.”

You smiled weakly up at him. “If you wanted to shoot that scene by yourself, all you had to do was ask.”

That brought a sad smile to his face and he motioned for you to sit up a little, so he could sit next to you. You rested your head against his shoulder and let your eyes close. He wrapped his arm around you as he leaned his head on top of yours.

“How’s the pain?” He said quietly.

“Manageable.” You said through partly gritted teeth.

He knew you were lying but he didn’t say anything. He held you for what felt like a long time, before his phone buzzed next to him.

He took his time as he read the text, then, “They need me back on set. We’re gonna film all we can today without you, so just take your time and rest.”

You felt a twinge of something as you remembered something from this mornings meeting.

“You have those scenes with Tiffany you can film right?”

He looked like he’d just remembered a bad memory. “That’s right, a whole bunch of looove scenes.”

He tried his best to joke but you could see the sympathy in his eyes as he looked down at you.

“It’s too bad, I was looking forward to making fun of the way you kiss during your scenes.”

“Looks like you’ll have to figure that out yourself.” 

Without responding, you raised a brow and scoffed.

“Um...that’s uh--not what I meant--I’m gonna, I should go.”

As Henry walk/jogged back to set he was mentally beating himself up. He could never talk to you. Since the first time he meet you over 6 months ago, he always found himself tripping over his own tongue. 

He arrived just in time to annoy the makeup artist, who had already warned him multiple times not to make a habit of showing up late.

He didn’t even say anything to him, he just rolled his eyes and powdered Henry with a look of annoyance in his eyes. Henry would need to add him to his mental list of people to buy coffees for tomorrow morning. To be fair though, the only other person on that list was you, and it would take more than coffee to make up for what he did.

“Cavill to set 2! Cavill to set 2!”

Henry noticed Tiffany talking to one of the directors as he approached. He didn’t hear everything but he gathered that she was discussing the sex scene that was supposed to take place between the two of them.

“--nd I think it would be best to add in at least one more scene. It just seems empty--oh, here he is now. Henry, don’t you think there should be at least one more love scene for our characters before the end scene with Y/n’s character?”

Henry was caught a little of guard, one because he’d had little interaction with Tiffany throughout the whole movie, and two because, if it was up to him, there would be no love interest with her at all.

“I’m not sure...I guess its hard to say.” He chose his words carefully. “More than one might come off as more serious than my character actually is about yours..Unless I’m reading it wrong. It seems like the two aren’t very seri--”

Before he could finish, someone directed the two to take their places. Luckily enough, as Tiffany seemed to disagree with whatever he was saying. 

Right now all he had to worry about was a simple kissing scene. He’d done a few before. It was always awkward, like kissing a nameless faceless being.

He thoughtlessly shot off his lines with as much passion as he could manage. It felt good as he finished. Tiffany in turn said her lines and waited as Henry reached for her hand and pulled her to him. She looked up into his eyes with what, if he didn’t know better, looked like a whole lot of desire. As he looked down at her though, he increasingly began to dread every other love scene he would have to shoot today.

As if in slow motion, he moved in and tried to trick his brain into simplifying it. Just close your eyes and kiss her. you’ve done it before. 

Henry followed every tip he’d ever been given for a good kiss scene and hoped for the best. As his lips met hers it began to feel like the kiss was going to last a lifetime. He’d suddenly became very grateful you weren’t here to see it.

“Aaand cut. That was, alright.”

Tiffany pulled back and glanced at him.

“I feel like it was empty. He’s not giving me anything. I mean, we just confessed our love for each other and it seems like--”

Before she could finish, Ben intervened.

“Actually, in this scene, your character confesses her love for him. He’s supposed to just be here. And Tiffany, I read over some of your notes for this scene and I’m sorry but I have to disagree about another love scene. That’s not where these two are headed, or my vision for what they are to each other.”

Tiffany apparently still disagreed and called for a break as she approached Ben. Henry, on the other hand, had never been so grateful for an interruption.

He pulled out his phone and typed in your name. 

--feeling any better?

He figured if you didn’t respond you had fallen asleep, which was a good thing. But moments after he sent it, he saw the little response bubbles pop up.

Y/n --much better. The PT came with pain killers so I’m doing just fine. Hows the make-out session going?

--Just as horrible as I imagined it.

He needed to tread lightly, he knew that. But he’d never met anyone he could talk to like he talked to you. If there was anyone he would share his feelings with, it would be you...that is, if the feelings he had weren’t for you.

Y/n--Sad day. Make sure you come see me for lunch and tell me all about it. I miss you :(

The idea of you lying on your couch right now made him want to sprint to your trailer just to be with you. 

--I miss you too. Much more... He stopped himself before pressing send. He’d never spoken to you like this before, but then again, he’d never felt so turned off by kissing someone else before either.

Before he could even decide what to do, he was pulled from his thoughts by a director calling his name. It surprised him, and without even realizing, he pressed send and put his phone away without a second thought.

It only took you a week to heal and get back to work again, which you were very happy about.

Everyday of the week you were hurt though, someone brought you flowers, and Henry, he never left your side the entire time. As much as he could be with you, he was with you. He spent the entire time seemingly dedicated to making you smile. And who could ask for more than that? Those last 3 months went by way too fast. After filming ended you had about 2 weeks of down time before the press tour began. 

You hadn’t even realized until you met Henry that you both lived in the same city. Almost every day of your break he would text you. If he wasn’t inviting you over to his house he was asking to go to yours. Most nights the two of you spent together were in his apartment watching movies, drinking, eating. Basically whatever you wanted to. 

In that time, you realized that you two could talk for hours. Eventually you got bored spending all day together, but you never wanted to be anywhere else. You wanted to be bored with him. 

Sometimes late at night, you would think about the text he’d sent you the day you got hurt. You were lying in your trailer when you got it. You couldn’t get those love scenes out of your mind. You began to get protective, but you never told him that. And when he told you he missed you, you believed him. Maybe that was a mistake.

As soon as the break came though, it was gone even quicker. The press tour wasn’t your favorite thing in the world, it almost seemed like more work than the actual movie, but it was apart of the job.

The first few days of the tour you had interviews with both Henry and Tiffany. Though the movie was focused on the two of you, everyone ate up the sappy love story between him and Tiffany. 

You arrived for the meeting wearing a dress your agent had chosen for you. When she texted you the picture of it, she said --this interview is casual business attire..? With a shrugging emoji included.

It was a comfortable enough champagne colored dress that flowed loosely. When you arrived with your agent, the two of you walked into the building together.

“It’s a simple one person interview, no press. The bigger stuff is at the end of the week.”

“Thank you for that.” You said, grateful you were getting this stuff over with first.

She led you to the interview room, and both Henry and Tiffany had beaten you here. As you walked in you noticed the two in conversation, but as soon as he saw you, you could of sworn his eyes lit up a bit. He met you halfway and wrapped you in his arms like he hadn’t seen you for months. But you reciprocated, because you couldn't imagine doing anything else.

As you released each other, you walked over to the chair on the end and gave Tiffany a hug, which she returned.

The three of you sat down together, Tiffany in the middle of the three chairs, and waited for the reporter. 

When he showed up, he had a huge smile on his face, and he wasted no time starting the interview.

He started with some baseline questions about the movie production and filming. Mostly to get them out of the way, but you let Tiffany and Henry do most the talking on those. 

“So Y/n, I heard that you may have injured yourself during filming, is that--?”

“Yes, thats true. Henry and I had been practicing a stunt for one of the scenes, but during filming I misstepped and twisted my ankle.”

The interviewer grimaced a little as Henry chimed in.

“She’s very kind, It was actually completely my fault. I felt like a huge jerk.”

You leaned forward a little and smiled over at Henry. “No hard feelings though.”

“Your two characters are very close in this movie, would you say that?”

Both you and Henry nodded your heads.

“One thing that viewers are really excited to see is the friendship dynamic the two of you share. It seems to be very special, you guys obviously have a real connection, do you think that connection will come through on screen?”

Before answering, Henry glanced over at you to see if you had an answer prepared. You looked back at him, giving him the go ahead.

“Oh I’m sure it will. Y/n and I, in my opinion, instantly clicked when we first met.”

“I agree. Of course” You said. “The friendship we found, and still have, it’s almost impossible for it to not be on screen, because every scene we acted out played off of very real feelings of protection for or investment in one another.”

From behind the camera, your agent shot you a thumbs up at your answer. She tended to do so in every interview you had.

“And because I have to ask, was there a lasting chemistry between you, Henry, and Tiffany that maybe showed up after the on-screen relationship the two of you had?”

The question caught you all of guard but you were somehow still expecting it. Beside you, Tiffany awkwardly laughed and placed a slight hand on Henry’s knee for just a second before taking it back.

“Like they say, a movie’s just a movie..until it’s not.”

On the inside her words hit you like a bus. Your eyes wanted to bulge out of your head at her answer, but this was all on camera, so on the outside, you smiled and glanced over at Tiffany as if you were keeping a secret with her.

On the other side of her though, Henry’s reaction was a little more telling by it not being a reaction in the slightest. No smile, no movement. It wasn’t until his own agent motioned at him off camera, that he faked a laugh that didn’t make it to his eyes.

After that, the interview ended and the three of you exchanged thank you’s and you’re welcome’s. As soon as you made it into the hallway with Henry, Tiffany came bursting through the door and intertwined her arm with his.

“Henry, don't be mad, but this is what everyone is expecting of us,” then she glanced sideways at you and lowered her voice. “and don't act like that night you came to ‘run lines’ with me, that nothing happened.”

“We kissed Tiffany.” It hurt him to say it. Even more so with you so close. “The first night we began filming, and then never again. That is nothing.”

It made your stomach turn to even think about it. You picked up the pace and left them behind you. All the while convincing yourself this had nothing to do with you.

As you walked towards your agent who was standing next to the car, she saw the look on your face, which she understood as she glanced behind you.

When you got closer she opened your door for you to get in and followed behind you.

“What the fuck was that?” She asked, closing the door behind herself.

“None of my business.” 

She took the hint.

“Uh, Next interview is a little bigger. Press is allowed, just the two of you though.”

Her words drifted over your head as you stared out your window. Something inside of you felt broken and you didn’t know how to fix it.

You could feel yourself shutting down as you walked backstage for your next press conference. You stood there and waited for them to motion you on. 

Henry came up beside you and placed his hand around your arm, pulling you gently towards him. 

“Y/n. I don’t know why she feels the need to do this, but I told her I wasn’t going to. And that night, it was--”

You pulled your arm from his grasp and looked up at him.

“You don't need to explain this to me.” Your voice was calm and detached.

He flinched when you said it and if it hadn’t of been for your queue to go on stage it would have gotten to you.

As you walked out, with him following you, you smiled bright and waved as a crowd of press and audience members applauded.

“Let’s Welcome, Y/n Johnson and Henry Cavill of Atomic Expression!” 

The two of you sat down on the couch on stage as the interviewer smiled bright and shook your hand.

“We are so happy to have you here! Y/n, Henry. I’ll start by saying, a better cast could not have been chosen for this movie. How many of you saw the trailers and wanted to grow up to be Y/n.”

She raised her hand and looked out towards the crowd who did the same. You laughed and thanked her for the compliment.

“So, what was your experience with this role?” She started.

You took a quick breath to steady before answering.

“If I had to use one word...Empowering. I got to play this woman who without fail, always came out on top, and who did it with grace and honor. It was definitely one of my favorites.”

The audience applauded your answer as Henry watched you with a smile on his face.

“And Henry, your character seems to get the best of both worlds. Both an unmistakable bond through friendship and love with the main characters, what was that like?”

“Well, actually that’s something that I worked on a lot with directors and Y/n.” When he said your name you glanced over at him, with no idea what he was going to say. 

“We really wanted my character to be more complex than just someone who gets the girls. It’s more than just a love story in that sense. I think Y/n’s character ends up being more to him than he planned or could even imagine.”

You tried to look like you knew what he meant but you were afraid you were failing. 

You thought it best if you tried to salvage his answer into something a little less revealing but before you could say anything the interviewer latched onto what he said.

As she leaned in closer with a huge smile on her face, the crowd reacted with applause and shouts. 

“We don’t want you giving too much away because you’ll drive us all crazy. So I’ll ask a different question. Throughout the entire film process fans got to see your faces all over social media. Why did you decide to record yourselves so often?”

He smiled when she asked that and looked over at you. “At some points Y/n didn’t appreciate a camera in her face, which is understandable. But I think it’s important to document your life experiences, especially if it’s something you don’t ever want to lose.”

“Y/n appeared in most, if not all of those videos. And from what we could tell, it was really just day to day stuff?”

She looked at you when she said that so you took it as a queue to answer with something.

“Yeah, Henry would film pretty much every thing we did on set. When we weren’t filming together, we were just around each other a lot, so there’s a lot of behind the scenes of what is essentially our lives when we’re together.”

As you spoke, a smile made it’s way onto his lips and it wouldn’t go away. He loved hearing you talk.

A pause in the conversation prompted the interviewer to pick up a stack of white cards.

“I have some fan questions I want to ask the both of you if you don’t mind. Y/n this fan asked what you would want to do if you weren’t an actor?”

You decided to keep it short and sweet. “Explore the world with a soulmate.” It was an honest answer, the host seemed to like it.

“Beautiful. And Henry, what’s your favorite thing about being an actor?”

“I get to meet some extraordinary people.” He didn’t miss a beat.

His answer got the attention of the audience as they hollered and clapped.

“This next ones for the both of you. Kind of a cute one. Do you believe in love at first sight?”

You two couldn't help but laugh a little as you both saw where this was going. You were a little lost for words, but that’s when Henry grabbed your hand and said, “I don’t know, Y/n look at me.”

You let the smile on your face take over as you looked over at him. He looked at you a second too long before looking back to the host and letting go of your hand.

“Oh yeah. Definitely.”

The crowd erupted along with the host herself. The interview had run it’s time and she did her best to quiet the audience so she could close out with one more promotional.

She walked the two of you backstage as you waved and blew a kiss to the flashing cameras and the crowd who was still going wild.

You kept the calm smile on your face as the two of you walked out of the studio. As you did, you leaned towards Henry and told him to ride with you to the hotel. There were a few cameras outside near the car and the two of you stood together and smiled for one more picture before getting inside.

As soon as the driver pulled away you winded up and punched him in the arm.

“Ow, what!” He said, flinching away.

“What the fuck was that you asshole?!”

He laughed as much as he dared to and then just looked forward. “The truth.”

Without another word, you turned and kept your eyes forward, the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips.

The car pulled up outside the hotel you were both staying at. You opened your door and made your way inside without waiting for him. He caught up to you anyway.

On the elevator ride up he tried to test the waters.

“You look great in that dress. I meant to say something earlier.”

You didn't respond.

The elevator dinged and let the two of you out on your shared floor. Your rooms, as if by fate, were right next to each other so he had yet another excuse to walk with you. 

As the two of you approached the rooms you’re heart began to beat unexplainably fast. 

His door came first. He swiped his key card and pushed the handle down. The moment he did you turned to him and pulled him into a deep kiss. You pushed him back into his room and let the door shut behind you. 

When he realized, it’s like he came alive. 

He lifted you up and rested your back against his door. His hands found your jaw and deepened the kiss, if that was even possible. Everything began to spin, the way he smelled was intoxicating. He pulled back for air and his lips found your jawline. He littered it with passionate kisses, moaning every time he made contact. And god was that a sound you could hear forever.

You ran your hand through his thick hair and pulled him closer to you, and like he heard your mind, he found your lips with his once again. 

This time though, he pulled away and lowered you to the ground. You missed the contact immediately. 

What you expected to see was regret or confusion, but when you looked up at him, he was just taking you in. Like it was the first and last time he would ever lay eyes on you. He timidly ran his thumb over your bottom lip, you closed your eyes at his touch.

Beginning at your forehead, he placed a kiss there, followed by your temple. He gently kissed your eyelid and worked his way down your jaw once more.

“kiss me, please.” Your voice was low, a quiet desperation.

He pulled you close, but this kiss sent a chill down your entire body. This one was different. This one was breathtaking. It couldn’t have lasted a second too long.

Rain ticked the glass windows of the loft. This was the first cloudy day you’d had since arriving. You sat on the couch with Henry’s phone in your hand, watching the rain fall in the streets. As you scrolled through videos he’d taken during filming, you came across one you’d never seen anywhere before. You glanced up towards the stairs to listen for him, when you didn’t hear him you pressed play.

It started in a dimly lit room. It was the break hall that’d been on set. Across the room you saw yourself sitting on the couch with a book in your lap. You remembered that day. Henry was across the room walking towards you. He held the camera on you and walked slowly. 

“There she is, reading as always.” He whispered but you could hear the smile in his voice.

He stopped a ways off of you and zoomed in a little. You hadn’t noticed him yet,  but as your head was down a smile graced your lips.

“My god. Look at that...I’m gonna marry that girl one day.” A small laugh escaped him as he continued towards you.

The video ended just as he’d asked you what you were reading. 

Above, you heard footsteps and you tossed his phone aside as he descended the stairs, hair still dripping from the shower.

“Well it looks like walking down to the Louvre is out of the question today..but we can always go tomorrow, unless you still want to today?” He asked.

“A day in sounds perfect to me.” A sweet smile settled on your lips as you watched him walk towards you.

“Okay. Did you miss me?” He said with a grin. He leaned down over you a placed a kiss to your lips.

“I always do.”

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Henry Cavill/Clark Kent Masterlist

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For The Last Time

“Lighthouse”

Clark x Reader

You were so tired of spiraling. Getting back to what made you feel okay was the only thing you could think to do. And your opportunity to do so had been closing for a long time now. You just prayed it hadn’t disappeared just yet.

“Clark, it’s Y/n. Call me back. I need to talk—uh, in person is better. Please get back to me.”

If there was one thing that irked you about him, it was the fact that when he knew you were safe, he never answered his phone. Whether he ignored It or didn’t see it, you weren’t sure.

You had just gotten to the point where you couldn’t twiddle your thumbs any longer when he returned your call.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear my phone. I—well Sacha turned it on silent in our last meeting. But then she never turned it back on!” he scoffed. “I’ve been missing calls for days now.”

“—Clark. I need to see you. Are you at your apartment? I’m coming over.”

“Yeah I’m—here..”

You barley heard his last words before you hung up and went down to your car.

You took the stairs to his floor two at a time. Your heart was beating so quick. And you noticed because it was the first time you really felt it in a long time.

You skipped the knocking and went straight for the key he hid on the ledge of the door. A click of the lock and you were in.

“Clark, It’s—me.”

He was standing  at the corner of his hallway. As you walked in he turned his attention to you while your eyes fell on Louis, who was sitting on his couch with a drink in her hand.

“Shit—Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you started.

“No, it’s not a problem at all. It’s good to see you again Agent Calloway.” She rolled out a lazy smile as she spoke.

“Likewise,”

Clark had kept his eyes down as you spoke to Louis, but when you looked over at him, he had trouble meeting your eyes.

“But like I said, it can’t wait.” You finished.

Clark took that cue and followed you out the door. You considered the hallway for a moment, but with a reporter only a few feet away, you stayed quiet until you got to the roof.

“…It’s only work related,” he seemed to confess.

“Clark..what? I don’t care. Poppy Flowers!”

And that didn’t register even a little bit with him. The look of exhilaration in your eyes, however, well..it turned him on.

He knew his window of speaking was closing and closing fast. And from your perspective, he was just staring at you with his brow raised and his arms frozen in their place across his chest.

“…Come again?”

A shadow of a smile pulled at your lips but you pushed it away, “Clark the painting. Does your guy still have the location?”

“Oh! Oh the painting. Yes…yes it hasn’t moved. I told him to keep tabs on it. Same owner same city.”

“Perfect! Because I found him.”

“…wait you what? You—”

“I found him! I found him Clark. He’s in Rio, Vitor Gabriel.”

You were nearly bouncing with excitement, before he stopped you.

“Y/n what? I already told you that.”

“No, Oh my god. Clark, I found him as in, I have eyes on him right now, and my source says he’s relocating the painting tomorrow. I mean, we’ve got to jump on this.”

Parts of him were a little behind, but it seemed that every ounce of confusion he had, brought you a few inches closer to him. Like coming closer, and speaking slower would help him catch up. The problem was that all those little things were intoxicating. As you spoke he savored the pout in your lips. And when you moved in closer, he watched the once morning flecks of gold in your eyes take on a dark and sultry air. Every fiber of his being was praying you could and couldn’t read his mind, all at the same time.

There were a thousand questions he should have asked, a thousand opportunities for doubt, but not a single word left his mouth as he watched you.

“I know this is last minute, and you have a life. But I think I need this—I know, I need this.”

He couldn’t even bring himself to stop in time before his hand trailed over the curve of your jaw. Don’t let it go too far, he prayed, as he unapologetically let his eyes follow the lines of your lips.

“I’ll go anywhere, Y/n.”

He pulled his hand away then, and walked past you as if it hadn’t happened. You followed, because regardless of Clark, there was something bigger pulling at you. Something you had to do.

He told you he needed to grab his go bag from inside, you opted to wait in the hall. Arms crossed and settled against the wall, you waited.

It wasn’t long before Louis walked out with her bag in hand.

She watched you, for a moment, searching your eyes, taking in the entirety of it all. You thought for a moment she too would reach out and touch you, as if it were the only way to really see you.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for, Agent Calloway,”

She began to walk away, behind her you heard Clarks footsteps, but while still in earshot, she said, “because he already has.”

There was no longer a team-- a mission. Just you and Clark.  This was completely off grid. And you wanted it to stay that way. It meant you would have to find your own way to Rio, but in your time spent solo, you’d acquired an expansive list of sources, one of which was a pilot and owed you a favor.

The plan was simple really, you could have done it alone, but with something as valuable as the Poppies, you couldn’t risk messing it up. Your source still had eyes on Gabriel, but you would be cutting it close on arrival.

“There’s a stopping point in the middle of their route, mostly too insure they don’t have any tails, re-check the integrity of the painting. He’ll be transporting the painting in a specially made case. It keeps it the correct temperature—keeps it from getting bent or touched.”

“So do we need to figure out a way to get it out then?” He asked, glancing from you then back to files you had sprawled out on your tray table.

“No, we need to take it as is. No point in taking it if we fuck it up.” You smirked.

His eyes caught even the first hint of it.

“I’m assuming its pretty heavy then. So how do you, want to carry it out?”

You considered his question for only a second before you frowned and looked over at him, “You carry it.”

He laughed as you blurted it out. “I didn’t want to assume, is all.”

This was going to be exponentially easier than it ever had been. Of course it’s like a gold mine finding out there’s only limited security on the painting as to not draw any unnecessary attention, but with Clark, it should be a breeze.

As soon as you hit the ground your source sent you the coordinates. They came in just as you started to drive off. It was business from here on out. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel more alive now than you ever had before.

“500 yards out. Take this alley coming up on your left. It’ll put you right behind them at the end of it.”

You’d factored in the traffic, you knew it would be crowded, but you only hoped their halfway place was secluded enough to account for the fire fight that was sure to come.

“300 yards.”

As you approached the end of the alley you saw what had to be their convoy. Two SUV’s sped by the entrance of the alley just as you were about to pull out behind them.

“They’re going to realize their being followed any minute now. We have to act first,” you said, looking to him for a suggestion.

“Halfway point is at the end of this street…so I say we go now.”

Your heart jumped as he said it, you looked over at him one more time. He kept his eyes on you, countless words behind them. “You ready?”

“I’m right behind you.”

You slammed your foot down onto the gas and held tight as you accelerated directly towards the back of the van.

Just seconds after impact, the car  began to lose its back tire traction and as you pushed the back end, the front turned and then toppled over itself. One, two, then three flips. The sound of metal and glass crashing hard against the concrete.

You halted to a stop just before the vehicle, the first, as you had guessed, was stopped just in front.

It was now or never. You threw your door open and watched for the first sign of movement.

Shouting from your right, you turned just as Clark fired two shots.

That’s when bullets began to rain down; flying past you as you ran for cover behind the car across the street.

They were prepared for this, but so were you.

With no restraint you stood and leaped over the front of the car, gun in hand and at a sprint you started shooting at every body with a gun. It was as if you were invisible, every one of their bullets missing its target. The closer you got, the sooner you realized everything you’d been missing.

You took a running jump and your heel collided hard with the guards jaw. It sent him flying back into the street. There was an unspoken law that this was no longer a gun fight as you pounded his face hard against the ground.

The next was upon you in seconds, a right hook grazed your cheek but he wasn’t ready for the knee you slammed into his stomach. He doubled over for a second, but a second was all you needed before your knee flew back up and crunched into his face.

Clark was beside you now as two more men came running for you. From there on out it was like a dance between just the two of you. The entire world disappeared. He would rise up, you would fall low. Back to back you fought it all off. Instinctively you knew each other.

You blocked off blow after blow of the guard in front of you, but to your left Gabriel was encroaching. You needed to finish this now. Falling wasn’t an option. You tried a left hook but it dragged, in the moment of hesitation though, you swung your elbow into his temple. But as you had begun to swing, you saw a hard fist closing in at the corner of your eye.

Your man fell and you braced yourself, but the one you thought was coming, was now 10 feet up, flying through the air.

“You good?” Clark asked breathlessly.

You nodded, awestruck for the first time as you watched him. “We need to move out,” you managed.

Clark jogged over to the wreckage as you kept an eye out.

The painting was just where you said it’d be. It was encased in blacked out glass and it stalled him, but there was no time, he had to just trust it would be in there.

“Let’s move.” He called out to you.

You hopped back into the drivers seat and headed towards your escape route. About a mile and a half away you spotted a second convoy approaching the crash quickly, but by the time they got there, you and Clark were long gone.

[lifeasitis21]

Destined

Imagine: Henry Cavill x reader can’t stand each other and then one night something happens and they realize they actually have feelings for each other.

A/n: Thank you for the request! Let me know what you think! I’ll be honest, it was really hard to write a mean Henry!

Warnings: Smut

Today was your first day on the job, but you weren’t nervous, you were ready. This was the biggest movie you’d directed on so far. Your other work, though smaller, was known by everyone. They said you ‘had an eye’ for this kind of stuff. Either way, you just really enjoyed yourself while doing it. From the start your name was already very well known. You were an accomplished writer who turned director after wanting a more hands on experience. You weren’t looking to  surround yourself with big names to gain more recognition though, it was always about the work itself rather than the benefits.

When you arrived on set you were greeted by who you assumed was going to be your assistant for the duration of filming.

He had a nice smile and what looked like a chai tea in his hand, so right away he was off to a good start.

“Good morning Ms. Carter. How was your flight in last night?”

“It was fine, and please call me Y/n.” You smiled and took the drink from his hand as you walked past him. He fell in step beside you.

“My name is John. And may I say its a pleasure to meet you. I’m sure you know your plans for the day, but if you need a reminder, I have this binder that lays everything out. I will put my number into your phone if you need anything, and of course I’ll be shadowing you most of the day, unless you say otherwise.”

Before the two of you reached the conference room you stopped.

 “Listen uh, John. I really love my job, and I’m a generally laid back person. So lets just be on the same team, okay?” You smiled bright and the look on his face told you he hadn’t expected that, but was glad you said it.

“Sounds like a plan Y/n.”

You pushed the door open to the conference room and relished in the sight. A room full of like minded directors and actors who had a vision for creation. 

Your entrance caught the attention of a few, luckily you weren’t the last one to show up. 

Across the room Henry stood surrounded by a few of his female co-stars. He was one of the first you noticed. You’d never worked with him before, but from what you’d heard, he made it a habit to remind every women within a five mile radius that he was a god walking among them. 

You were less than excited to be working with him.

The head director was waving you over, so you made your way through the crowded room and took a seat.

“Y/n we are so glad to have you working this with us. I’m ecstatic.” Her vibrant personality and animated gestures made her easy to like.

“The pleasures all mine!”

You’d been corresponding with Julia for months before now. She even asked to meet you for lunch a few times. 

“After the meeting I’ll introduce you to the actors you’ll mainly be working with.”

Julia stood and brought her hands together before calling everyones attention.

“Ladies and gentleman! I’m glad you could all make it. I’m very excited and passionate about this project and I believe you’re all here because you are too. Thank for making this commitment…”

The rest of the meeting was mostly basic guidelines, a timeline for the next few weeks, and a ton of introductions. From across the table, you noticed, but also tried not to notice Henry who seemed to be trying to seduce you with his eyes or something.

After everyone was dismissed, Julia found you again like she promised and led you towards a small group of people, Henry being one of them.

“Everyone, this is Y/n Carter. I sent a few of you an email saying you’d be in close contact with her throughout. She has a mind like you’d never imagine, so I’m hoping for a lot of interaction and ideas from you.”

After she finished she said goodbye, leaving you with Henry and two of his co-stars.

He reached for your hand and you gave it, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/n. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Likewise.” The way he was looking at you made you restless. You had no intention of being apart of his entertainment so you tried your best to make an escape as soon as possible.

“We would love to brainstorm with you one of these days, but for now, we really love everything you have so far.” Joyce, the younger of the two women, said.

The older, Becca, seemed to agree with what she said, but Henry just shook his head.

You tilted your head slightly, “Is there a problem?” You asked.

“I just think they should have considered hiring someone with experience when they choose the actors director.” As he spoke you kept your eyes on his. The other two actors obviously seemed uncomfortable.

“No offense or anything. I am willing to give you a shot though. Who knows, maybe–”

“I’m sorry, you’re willing? Is that what you said? Yeah, there is no willing.” You took a step towards him, barely stopping yourself before shoving a finger towards his face. “I am not here in spite of you Henry, and I will not leave because of you. My job is not dependent on you, my job is to make you all the best actors you can be, and right now it looks like you are prepared to make that job very hard.”

Joyce’s mouth all but fell open as she was stunned into silence. Becca looked back and forth between you and Henry, who were now in an intense stare down you did not intend to lose.

Henry scoffed as he gave in and made his way to the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow then Y/n.”

The other two looked like deer in headlights when you looked back to them. But as soon as Henry was out the door you exhaled.

“Please don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not an assholeI just–”

“I loved everything about that moment.” Becca interrupted.

“You’re my new favorite if you weren’t before! He deserved every bit of that, don’t even worry.” Joyce looked like she wanted to hug you, but instead she followed Becca out, walking past John as they left the room.

“Are you okay?” He asked, you were still trying to catch your breath.

“Does that binder say the next time I have to work with Henry?”

John flipped a few pages here and there, before settling on what looked like the second page.

“It looks like Julia has you working with him more than once a week..every week.”

You brought a hand to your forehead. “I can talk to Julia if you’d like? Ask her if she can change it around?”

You considered it for a moment, but knew you couldn’t just run from this. “I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.” You seemed to need to repeat those words to yourself periodically for the rest of the day, but you had more important things to worry about.

The next day you arrived to set, things were far less hectic. You had a message from James, your assistant director, asking you to meet him on set.

This wasn’t planned, but his reasoning for wanting to meet became a little more clear as you approached and saw Henry going over something with him.

“Y/n. Morning, thanks for coming over.”

“What’s this about?” You asked, eyeing Henry before looking to James.

James held what looked like this weeks script in his hands. “Well, some of the actors mentioned a few things they think might work better in a few of this weeks scenes. I wanted to run some of them by you, see if you want to make any changes? Nothing too big–”

“Some of the actors? Henry is the lead in all of the scenes assigned to me this week. And he’s also the only other person standing here–Henry, it looks a lot like James is speaking for you..”

That made him agitated.

“Y/n. We got off to a bad start, and I regret that, but can you honestly say you would be giving me shit right now on something I am within my rights to do, like give you notes, if that hadn’t of happened?”

His voice was sickeningly calm. Like he for some reason thought he always had the upper hand.

“Could you honestly say you’d be making notes on the second day if it hadn’t of happened?”

Henry titled his head at you and all but tossed the script back to James as he walked away.

“I apologize for that Y/n. If–if I had known something happened I never would have bothered you about this.”

“Is he always like that?” You asked, silently praying the answer was no.

“No, he’s actually not, but he’s never really been told no before by..”

James trailed off hoping you hadn’t caught that.

“By.. what James?”

“By an attractive woman..And I don’t say that in an inappropriate way! Please don’t take it like that. He’s just used to not having problems with women…am I making any sense or? I’m sorry.”

His fumbling kinda made you laugh. “James I understand, don’t worry about it.” You said, placing a friendly hand to his shoulder.

As far as you could tell, this wasn’t going to get any better until you faced it head on. And thats what lead you to Henry’s dressing room.

You knocked a few times before he finally opened up.

“Do you need something?” 

God you wanted to hit him. “…Can I come in?”

He hesitated long enough for you to think he was going to say no, but then he moved aside and made just enough room for you to walk in.

“Listen, we don’t have to be best friends. You don’t even have to like me. But we do need to do some productive work together.”

As if it couldn’t get any worse, as you said that Henry lifted an eyebrow and looked at you with that, look.

“All you had to do was ask Y/n.” Before you could comprehend what was going through his mind, he pushed his dressing room door closed and pulled his shirt up over his head. 

He moved to grab at your waist but without using your critical thinking you pulled back and socked him hard in the jaw.

“–jesus what the FUck!” He recoiled and brought his hand to his jaw.

“Oh fuck! That hurt! I’m so sorry. I–uh.Shit.”

“I’m fucking done with this!” He started towards his door but before he got there you ran and stood in his way. 

“Get the hell–”

“Okay just wait!. Calm down, I hit you yes, but you almost forced yourself on me so we’re both in the wrong.” The words barely came out fast enough.

“Forced myself–what are you talking about I didn’t force myself on anyone, you said we needed to do stuff together, regardless of if we liked each other.”

“Holy fuck Henry, I said we needed to WORK together! You heard what you wanted to hear but that is not what I meant. Now just calm down a second.”

Henry glared up at you still holding his jaw. He took a step back and retreated to his couch. This wasn’t going how you planned to say the least. You grabbed a bag of frozen fruit that he had in his freezer and took it over to him.

“You should–just hold it on your jaw–”

“I know what to do with it.” He snapped.

An unintended chuckle escaped you before you could stifle it. You brought a hand to your mouth and tried to cough your way out of it. 

“mcgh–hm, I’m uh. Sorry Henry. Sorry.” 

He looked up at you and the look he had on his face for some reason was just cracking you up. There was no way to stop the laugh this time, you just turned around. “I really am sorry..I don’t know why I’m–hcmm.”

When you turned back around Henry actually had a semblance of a smile on his lips, he even chuckled a little under his breath.

“Do you make it a habit of punching men in the face or is it just me?”

“Only when they have obnoxiously pretty ones.”

“Jesus Henry, I said obnoxious before the other part..did you not–nevermind. Are we good?”

He looked you up and down a moment before nodding his head. You turned and made your way towards the door.

“You might wanna ice that hand Y/n.”

You lifted said hand and flipped him off as you walked out the door. A smile he couldn’t see forming on your face as you did so.

“–no, I think I want you to walk into the room as Henry’s sitting on the couch. Walk up to him a little faster, so he doesn’t have time to get up as you start your lines.”

Joyce nodded her head at the suggestion and reset. You looked to Henry who you found already looking at you.

“Does that work for you?” 

He smiled a little and nodded his head. “It’s a great idea Y/n.”

You squinted a little and called action before thinking more about it.

Just as you’d envisioned, Joyce’s character walked into the room, catching Henry’s character off guard. As she read her lines she was able to maintain the upper hand in the power dynamic with Henry lower than her. And with Henry sitting down looking up at her as she communicated her anger, his eyes looked softer, more passionate.The whole scene was more intimate.

You watched the two as they read out the script. But your eyes really just kept finding Henry. You watched him as he gently reached his hand out towards Joyce. The delicacy with which he touched her skin, like it would shatter under too much pressure.

You could even see his jaw flinch at her words. His eyes, the way they sparkled with just enough tears.

“–Y/n. Are you going to call it?”

You all of a sudden realized you had already gotten the take.

“Shit. Cut!”

James was next to you but thankfully he had his eyes on the monitor instead of you during that. He rewound the film so you could watch the scene back.

It’d come out just like you wanted it to.

“How’s it look?” Behind you, Henry leaned down close to your ear and placed his hand on your shoulder. The heat of his breath sent shivers down your neck.

You jumped a little as he spoke but tried to play it off as just getting up from your chair.

“It looks good! Looks great.” You walked towards any one or thing that could get you away from Henry and all of a sudden you were very excited for the one month break that started tomorrow.

You only had a few more scenes to film today, but that was the last one with Henry in it. And thank god for that.

This was beginning to happen to you more often than not. It was like every time you walked into a room, your eyes would unconsciously find him first. And then anytime you heard his voice, you would always listen a little closer.

And it didn’t come from nowhere. His whole attitude with you had changed. And not just with you, but he acted different around everyone now. He wasn’t so annoying for lack of a better word. And fuck, when he would look at you, you’d never seen eyes so captivating. They tore through you with ease.

When he spoke to you about work he was respectful, of course. And you appreciated that, but then he started finding time to speak to you about anything. He asked you about your ambitions, your life, your favorite color. He seemed to be dedicated to learning everything about you, everything you would give anyway. 

Four weeks apart would be good for you. You loved your job. It was who you were now. And that was enough for you right now. 

At the end of the day Joyce found you heading towards the door and caught you before you walked out.

“Y/n! Hey I just wanted to say goodbye before we left.” 

You happily accepted her hug with a bright smile.

“ I think everything we’ve done looks amazing this far. And that scene with Henry was practically perfect.”

“Oh yeah, I was really happy with that one. You guys executed perfectly. You’re all so easy to work with it’s amazing.”

She smiled shyly at the compliment. “Henry and Becca came over last night to work on that scene with me actually. Henry even came fully prepared with a ton of your earlier work so we could try to capture your vision. He said, and I quote, ‘if we could act with even a quarter of the passion Y/n has, any scene we do will turn out great.’”

The thought of Henry talking about you like that to other people made your heart jump a little.

“I really appreciate all of your hard work, truly.” You smiled and squeezed her hand, the both of you heading to the door now.

You said some quick goodbye’s before climbing into your car. The driver started on the way to the airport. In your bag you heard your phone buzz.

When you pulled it out you saw a text from John wishing you a ‘restful break.’ Just as you began to type a response your phone began to ring. 

“This is Y/n.” 

“Y/n. Hey. You uh, left without saying goodbye.”

“Henry. I–Sorry about that, I guess I’m just anxious to get home.”

“Amsterdam is beautiful this time of year.”

“Have you been?”

“Well, no. But I have an entire month free to go anywhere I like. Maybe I’ll mark it off my list.”

He made you smile, and not even regret saying what you were about to say.

“If you do come…call me when you get there.” And now you regretted it.

“I’ll make sure to. Bye Y/n.”

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea, but a stupid smile was on your face now and it wasn’t going away.

You were curled up on your chair that overlooked the river, steam from your cup of tea drifted into the air above you. You looked over your shoulder when you heard a knock at your door. 

It was early, maybe 4. You hadn’t been able to sleep since you got in late afternoon yesterday. 

You looked through the peep hole and slowly stepped back. You contemplated even opening it, but only for a short second before you did.

He stepped forward slowly. The two of you looked at the other for what felt like a long time. Then, he took a step forward and his fingertips touched the delicate silk fabric of your wrap up. 

You kept your eyes on him as he relished the sight of you. 

He took another step towards you, now pushing the door closed behind him. His hands were less afraid now, running up the length of your thigh, finding their way underneath your gown.

They were warm and ruff. Your breath became uneven the more places they went. He slowly pulled at the string that dangled below your chest. As he did the fabric covering you began to unravel. 

His eyes widened as he saw you in all your beauty. 

He ran his fingers just below your ribcage, then up past the middle of your stomach, curving right below your breasts.

Air caught in your throat and he caught your eye at the hitch.

You felt comfortable under his gaze, but you wanted more. You took this pause to run your hands up underneath his shirt and lift it, allowing him to pull it off the rest of the way. 

You smiled as you looked down at him. In your mind, he had done this countless times before, but in his, in his you were like no one else. Like nothing he could ever imagine.

With one hand he pulled your lips to his, and with the other, he traveled down the length of your torso, stringing you along as he went agonizingly slow.

With mouth agape, you gasped as you felt him touch you. He closed his teeth around your bottom lip. Inching towards your opening. You forced yourself to wait for him. As his fingers slid into you, your knees felt weak. 

He slid his finger in and out of you, slowly, but passionately.

As best you could, you undid his pants and reached for him. He was warm in your hand. You pumped him a few times, as you did his lips left yours as his mouth fell open in a pleasure filled moan.

He kicked the rest of the way out of his jeans and wrapped you up in his arms. Your legs entwined around his waist. Lips crashing against each other, forgetting about air. 

You pointed him in the direction of the bedroom, and he tried to get there, he really did. But the second you reached the hallway he rested your back against the wall. His eyes found yours at that point. All you could do was smile, and when he did the same, it warmed your insides.

He reached down and aligned himself with you. He lazily pushed himself into you. As he did your fingers arched down onto his back. You felt yourself widening for him, the sensation of it all forcing your eyes closed.

After a quiet moment, he began to push himself into you. Hearts beating in sync, moans of ecstasy filling the room. You ran your hands through his hair, tugging every thrust, entangling yourself with him every chance you had.

He slowed down and supported your weight as he continued on towards your bedroom. He’d never set foot in here but every part of your beings believed that you’d known each other forever. 

He barely reached the bed before lying you down onto it and continuing to thrust into you. You loved the way he filled you. You loved that he looked at you like nothing else mattered. His arms were wrapped around you so tight you could barely breath. All of your senses heightened, you felt as if the two of you were the same person.

His mouth found your shoulder and as he bit down on it, you erupted like you never had before. It came out of nowhere. You tightened around him, clawed down on his shoulders as if you’d fall through the earth if you didn’t. He watched you drive your head back into the bed and felt you arch up onto him. The feeling of your fingernails grasping at his back was pure euphoria.

He’d never felt so liberated as he watched you melting beneath him. As he followed after you, never wanting this to end.

He pulled you deeper onto him as he released into you. Teeth against the bare skin of your neck, fingers digging into your hips. 

After, he couldn’t dare let you go. You rested your head against his shoulder, legs straddling his lap. His hands were splayed across your back, one wrapping around your waist, the other reaching up to hold your head against him.

He ached as you pulled him out of you. You moaned at the loss of sensation. 

He slowly lied the two of you down onto the bed. You shifted ever so slightly to his side and let your eyes close shut. He leisurely ran his fingers across your exposed back until he drifted off to sleep after you.

The risen sun danced with your bedroom curtains. A warm breeze flew in from your cracked open window and settled on your skin. 

Henry’s chin rest on top of your head. As you began to wake up you noticed how tightly he had you wrapped in his embrace.

You stirred slightly, slowly waking him up as you did. You didn’t know what to expect, but lying here with Henry, you could hardly even worry.

“You got here really fast..” You said, letting yourself laugh.

A lazy smiled played at his lips. “I bought a ticket as soon as I hung up.”

Your hand lie across his chest, it all felt so intimate, so familiar. It was hard not to feel tempted to remove it.

“I won’t…hold anything against you. You can leave, if that’s what you want.”

You didn’t want to say it the moment you did, and even more so, you didn’t want to hear his answer. 

And he didn’t for awhile. In that time you’d prepared yourself to disconnect. But then he surprised you.

“What if I don’t want to go?” 

When you looked up his eyes were closed, but he had a smile on his face.

“I mean, I didn’t fly all the way to Amsterdam for sex…we both know I can get sex anywhere.” 

“–oh my god.” You said, starting to push yourself from his embrace, but he wouldn’t budge.

Instead, he pulled your face to his by your chin. Before he spoke, he placed a kiss to your lips. One sweeter than you could of ever imagined. 

“I came for you Y/n. I’m only here, for you.”

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In The Clouds

Imagine: Clark hears word that you’re planning a mission that could get you in over your head. He knows your immense power has always gotten you out of harms way, but for some reason he can’t shake this bad feeling that something might happen to you.

Warnings: Smut/injury

Length: 3520

Hope you enjoy! 

“I’ve got you Y/n. Just stay with me..I’ve got you.”

You were pretty in and out now. All you could remember was a hazy flash of blue eyes over top of you before you blacked out. 

You got sloppy, and that’s why you were here now. Bad Intel lead you straight into a trap, and no matter how much your gut told you to turn back, you didn’t listen…Why didn’t you listen?

The enemy had some sort of shield surrounding their compound that began to drain your energy shields the moment you stepped foot in the place. 

With low energy, flying bullets began to get harder and harder to disintegrate before impact. Before you could get to cover, a bullet grazed your hip, another ripping through your shoulder.

“Aa-ffuck!” You pulled yourself behind a broken down piece of concrete and laid low. 

You could take the last few enemies with no problem at even half energy, but your shoulder began gushing blood. The muscle was so torn you could barely lift it. 

With no other options, you used the last little bit of your energy and mended as much as the muscle as possible. The bleeding lessened, but your hip would have to remain as is. 

“Coming alone Y/n, that was a risky move on your part. Risky or stupid. You choose.”

Connway was bating you. You knew his games. “And still you sound a little worried.” You shouted. 

His men turned at the sound of the echo of your voice and you took advantage of the distraction and quietly darted to a hallway at the back of the room. Your only option right now seemed to be to keep going up.

You still had one of your handguns on you, and on your way up the stairwell you managed upon one of theirs. Only 3 bullets though. Shit.

It would have to do.

Connway had cleared the downstairs room by now and was on your heels.

You burst out the door onto the roof and ran for cover, your hip throbbing with every step.

Just before you could get hidden, three of Connway’s men ran through the door after you. A mistake on their part. Three quick rounds left your gun and more or less found their target. 

All three men hit the ground, maybe not dead, but definitely incapacitated. As you ducked down, you looked down at the gun in your hand, blood dripped from your fingertips. 

You hadn’t been able to heal your shoulder enough for it to hold, you knew that. But the fact that your body was letting you down made you irritable.

Three more of Connway’s men and Connway himself now made their way onto the roof of the building, slower and more cautious this time. 

“Y/n. I’m running out of patience.”

A vicious grin pulled at your lips, “You’re also running out of men for me to kill.”

That didn’t sit well with him. But when he got angry, he got sloppy.

You had eyes on his location and darted to his left, finding more cover behind a vent. He fired two shots in your direction, but he was too slow.

You popped up and fired two shots. Forcing your arm to stay steady through the pain. Luckily you hit two of his men in the center of their foreheads. 

You glanced down and saw your blood soaked hand begin to shake. Your accuracy would be too far off to handle the last two with a gun, and you couldn’t take any chances. 

Within seconds you leaped over the vent and made a running start towards Connway. You got close enough to his last man to kick his gun out of his hand before he could get a shot off. As he swung at you, you grabbed his arm and spun him around to act as your shield from Connway.

But without hesitation, Connway fired two bullets straight into the chest of his own. He was too far away for you to make it to him before he could fire again. You knew you had to run for it. 

It felt like years before you had reached the edge of the building. With no stutter, you leaped off the building. A bullet caught you in the back of the leg. Your adrenaline was pumping so fast you could only feel the pressure as you plummeted towards the ground. 

Connway reached the edge of the building the second you had jumped. You knew he would.

As you fell, you pulled the gun from your thigh and reached back as far as you could with your tattered shoulder. It took two shots, the first missing it’s target, the second lodging itself deep in his skull.

The ground was ever approaching. Praying you’d regenerated even a little power, you cast a black clouded shield around you right before impact. An impact that never came.

Your body jolted up suddenly. And that last bit of energy, combined with the two holes in your limbs, darkened your vision to black.

“Y/n. Look at me Y/n. Come on.”

Clark found a clearing to lay you down in a hundred yards from the compound.

As he gently laid you down your body was limp. Your shoulder had begun to bleed again. He desperately pushed down on the wound to try and stop the bleeding. 

“Come on!” 

The rain hitting your face brought you back from the darkness. There was no sound. You opened your eyes and they found his. Clark. Of course he was here. He would always be here. 

There was panic in his eyes. You could see his mouth moving but you couldn’t quiet comprehend what he was saying.

Blood began to soak through your thigh. You could feel the warmth of it and it caught your attention. Then suddenly the pain hit you all at once. 

You shouted in pain as you reached down towards your leg with your good arm. Clark followed your movement with his eyes. It wasn’t then until he finally saw the big picture of this. You were bleeding out. And if he didn’t do something, you were going to die.

“Y/n. look at me. Just look right at me.”

He reached for your hand and held it tightly in his own. You caught his eye at the touch. 

“I’ve got you.”

He squeezed a little tighter before he did it. Somehow you knew what was coming, but you didn’t let yourself think about it.

You closed your eyes as a heat as intense as you’ve ever felt pierced your shoulder and you cried out in agony. 

The sharp pain only lasted long enough for him to cauterize the wound. Beads of sweat rolled down your forehead as you struggled to catch your breath. 

Clark put a light hand to your cheek and gently turned your face to his. 

“We’ve gotta get you out of here. I’m going to take you somewhere safe, you just need to trust me.”

His voice was soft, distant. Like a song playing two rooms away. You could feel yourself slipping. The agonizing pain in your shoulder was now a dull throb. You could hardly even feel your body, much less the hole that remained in your leg.

Clark wrapped his arms around you again, this time he buried you into his chest and you could have sworn he nuzzled his lips to the top of your head, but maybe you imagined it. 

Your body went weightless as he lifted you into the air, but you couldn’t help but close your eyes, you were just so tired.

Clark had never flown as fast as he knew he needed to. He’d hoped stopping the bleeding if just long enough to get you back to his house would be enough. 

He rushed you inside and put you down on the table. Blood from your leg stained the counter as he grabbed all the equipment he had to fix you up. 

He carefully propped you on your side and began after the bullet still lodged in your thigh. Blood poured from the wound. 

Fuck. You were bleeding faster than his hands could work. “Y/n! Come on stay with me.” 

After a moment of digging he felt the forceps hit something. The bullet came out but not as quickly as he would of liked.

It took him only a few moments to bandage both your arm and leg before he moved you upstairs to his bedroom. 

Lying on his bed, you finally looked peaceful, but as Clark looked down at your now fragile hand in his he just wanted you to wake up. You’d lost a lot of blood he knew that, but he couldn’t lose you. 

“I know you’re still in there Y/n. And I’ll be here, as soon as you wake up.”

He stayed right next to you all night. And he was prepared to do so for as many nights as it took for you to come back to him. 

Sunday mornings were your ‘lazy’ day, as you had called it, so when Clark heard your voice from the bedroom it took him by surprise. He made his way to you and when he got closer he heard you singing from the shower. 

He stayed as quiet as he could as he snuck towards the cracked open door. When he got closer he moved his ear towards the door so he could hear you better.

He loved when you sang. He’d even come close to getting you to sing for him but after catching him listen to you while you were working out, you cut him off.

He didn’t recognize the song, but that was never what he worried about when he got to hear you. It scared him how easily he could loose himself in your voice. How wide and unalterable his smile became when he heard you sing, or god forbid laugh.

But suddenly the door swung open and you came rushing out, obviously not expecting to crash into Clark in nothing more than a towel. The two of you screamed as you went plummeting to the ground, you on top of him.

“Ohhwhat the fuck–Clark, what the hell!” You yelled. You tried to sound as angry as you could but he just started laughing. 

“Clark!” You couldn’t keep the smile from your own face now. “Are you kidding me? How many times–”

You cut yourself off by your own laughter. You could feel his chest rise up and down beneath you as the sound of his laughter encouraged your own. 

It took too long for you to comprehend that he was topless. His hands gently gripped the sides of your hips as he looked up at you. When he caught your eye the moment of laughter began to pass. The smile remained on his lips, his hand began to move up your back agonizingly slow. He reached up and tucked a stray piece of wet hair behind your ear and the second his thumb touched your face your heart jumped. 

“Is–uh, breakfast ready?” You rolled off him as quickly as you could and headed for the clothes you’d set out on your bed. 

He paused for a moment before he answered, “It’ll be ready when you’re done.” He shot you the sweetest smile, but behind his eyes you could see a little disappointment. You understood it though. Because you felt it too.

Clark closed your door behind him and made his way back to the kitchen. He knew it took you time to trust and he accepted it, but he also knew you felt the things he did. And he didn’t care if it took him the rest of his life, he would wait if he was waiting for you. It was two years ago today that he first saw you. He doesn’t remember who you were fighting but he remembers every move you made. 

He could hardly take his eyes off you, which made him look like he didn’t know what he was doing, but he didn’t care. 

The way you moved engrained its way into his mind. 

“Are we going in together?” When you said it you were out of breath, the dumbfound look on his face brought a smile to your lips.

All he could manage was a breathless “Yeah” before he followed after you. Since that day, you had gotten inside of him. Entangled yourself within his soul. And the pain of you just being out of his reach was tragically addicting.

It had been like that for a long time. But a single moment of doubt took it all away. He thought about it often. If he could just go back and listen to you, maybe it would have made a difference…but he couldn’t. And because of that it had cost the life of your little brother, the only family you’d had left.

After that, there was too much pain to go back to. You were sure that running meant running from the love of your life, but staying away eventually got easier and easier. So you got as far away as you could. It hurt you maybe even more than him, but you hadn’t gone back to him for years. Until now.

It’d been two days since he brought you here. The sun rose through your window. Clark watched you as it gracefully traveled the length of the bed, draping you in warmth. 

As the rays reached your eyes, he saw you shut them tighter. His heart jumped a beat when he felt your hand twitch in his.

“Y/n. Hey, how do you feel?”

When you inched your eyes open, you saw Clark leaning over you, his thumb caressing your cheek. The intimate touch surprised you, but you didn’t say anything about it.

“Where am I?” Your voice was course. Looking around, you didn’t recognize where you were. You tried to sit yourself up but even that bit of weight on your shoulder caused you to flinch, prompting Clark to immediately take on some of your weight.

“This is my place. I brought you here. It’s safe here.” He said, knowing you would need to be sure of that. “Do you feel okay? Can I get you anything?”

He was always attentive, you weren’t complaining. But right now you really needed a second alone.

“Just water.”

Your request registered with his eyes. He walked towards the bedroom door on his way downstairs, glancing over his shoulder at you before leaving.

As you lied there your mind wandered back to Clark’s arrival. How effortlessly he decided to save you. And then to the first few missions the two of you had gone on. Learning the way he fought. Seeing how he survived. His intensity to overcome took over his entire self. He had a passion unmatched, and you can still remember every moment that passion began to shift for you.

But along with the memories, the pain was also still there.

Before the thoughts could continue, you heard his footsteps on the stairs.

“How’d you know where I was?” You said as he walked back in with a glass in his hand.

He handed it to you and you took it gratefully, still waiting for his answer.

He watched you for a second too long, making sure you drank it before answering your question.

“I’ve always payed attention when it involved you. I heard from a few different sources that you’d be around here.” He took a seat now on the windowsill instead of the chair near your bed.

“Had I not have known you were taking on Connway by yourself, I would have left you alone, like you’d asked. But I couldn’t shake this feeling that–”

“You heard my voice.” 

His looked up into your face, and you back at his. He looked different. Softer almost. 

He was fighting whether or not to come closer to you. You could see it in the way he breathed unevenly, the way his hands tightened.

Just the thought of what you wanted to do scared you. But when you looked into his eyes, you didn’t feel anger anymore. All there was was him. The man who had held your battered body in his arms and brought you back from the pain. Who listened for your name everywhere he went. 

The moment your feet hit the ground it all stopped. You didn’t forget the past, but instead you accepted it for what it was. You accepted that even after reaching your lowest point, he never gave up on you. And if that was the reality, you would take it. If it meant him, you would take it.

You looked up at him, for the first time in years. Your fingertips ghosted over his chest. You could barely breath you needed him so much. 

His hand found your hip, he was careful not to hurt you. But you wouldn’t notice if he did. 

His smell was familiar, something you didn’t even know you missed but god how you had. You rest your forehead against him and just breathed him in for a moment. With his arms now snaked around your back, he lifted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips. 

He didn’t move though, he just stood there with you in his arms, his eyes were drinking in every second.

“I love you.” He said. Like the words had been trapped underwater until now. 

You brought his lips to yours and you were home. Mouths intertwined in breathless passion. Soft cries of desperation. He gripped you tighter as he walked you towards the bed. He was slow but constant. Pulling your shirt over your head and gently tugging the underwear from your hips, his hands found every inch of you. He shed his clothes and tossed them aside. 

Before he climbed on top of you his eyes darted to your bandaged shoulder. He took your uninjured hand and pulled you up, guiding you on top of him. He was hard underneath you. You felt his warmth against your inner thigh. His hands found your breast and you moaned quietly. Slowly grinding down on him, you leaned down and pressed your mouth to his. His arms wrapped you in closer to his chest. Hands holding onto your body wherever they could. 

You moved your hand down and guided him into. Moans of ecstasy and pleasure erupted from the both of you. You lie still, and let him fill you. Give you back everything you’d run away from and more. “I love you.” You whispered it in his ear and chills ran down his spine. “I love you,” you said as you began to move back and forth. 

You rest your good arm above his head and the other on his chest, fingertips gripping and then pulling in pleasure. He held onto your wrist and with every thrust pulled you in closer. 

His mouth fell open in pleasure and even if he wanted to he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. As you push yourself down onto his faster and harder, his breathing becomes unsteady. His hands are stuck to your hips, urging you to continue exactly what you’re doing.

“-on’t stop. Don’t stop. Oh fuck–dont stop.”

The hopelessness in his voice grew with every thrust of your hips. He was completely at your mercy and loving every fucking second of it.

You could feel yourself begin to tighten, it was slow for only a second but without warning an orgasm tore through you. You screamed out and grasped his chest harder than you should have. He didn’t care.

In one swift movement he had turned you over to your back and began thrusting into you. A flurry of passion overtook the both of you and everything but the other disappeared. Eyes clenched, you let yourself feel something, everything. 

Your souls had never been as tangled as they were right now. He wrapped an arm around your lower back and pulled himself into you until the bother of you were sitting up right on the bed, face to face.

Your lips found his once again but he continued to thrust into you just the same. 

His mouth began to stall, his hands tightened around your hips and as he came he held you tightly onto him.

His head fell to your shoulder, your bodies slick with sweat. You held his head to you. There was no such thing as close enough anymore.

Sunday morning sun bled through Clark’s curtains, waking him too fast. He reached his hand out to the other side of the bed and it fell onto an empty space. He pushed himself up off the bed and glanced around the room.

He grabbed the sweats he’d tossed onto the floor the night before and slid them on before heading downstairs. He heard it as soon as he began to descend. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched the subtle sway of your hips at the stove. An unknown tune being sung only a few feet from him. A sound he would never get tired of hearing.

[lifeasitis21]

Series Updates!

Some of you know I’ve been working on my series For The Last Time, but for those of you who don’t I hope you get a chance to read it! 

I will put the links to all 4 parts below.

There’s still some open spots on my tag list so  let me know if you’d like to be added. Part 5 will be posted later today so make sure to check back to either of my blogs to find it! Thank you!

For The Last Time:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4