#but it’s hard to compete with henry cavill

[absolutequeertrash]

just saw the deepfake witcher scenes with liam hemsworth and i hate it so much

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Learning the Hard Way

Lambert is one of those people who actually nice, but gods forbid anyone know it. He goes out of his way to be an absolute ar**hole to everyone, until he gets to know them better. Then he's still an ar**hole, just in a 'caring way'.

He just can't seem to drop the prickly exterior, even with people he likes. Not even with Jaskier. He actually likes Geralt's annoying Bard,

Of course he couldn't let them know he liked the Bard. That would ruin his image. It was hard though, especially after the first time he heard The Voice Crack.

Lambert spent many weeks taunting, teasing, bullying, and picking on Jaskier. But then he kind of stopped all that after Jaskier broke both his arms the following winter. Lambert felt kind of guilty about it since it had happened on his watch.

Of course, he pretended that he was only being nice to him because Geralt said he had to.

Lambert's prickliness got worse because he always seemed to make an a** of himself when he was around Jaskier. He blustered and bluffed, and snarked, but it always ended with his brothers laughing at him.

Like with the Love Bite.

And the whole Splinter Incident.

And Geralt laughing at him the first time Songbird made that stupid hand sign at him.

Lambert becomes even more of an ar**hole when he notices how protective Yennefer is of the Bard. The Witcher doesn't know why, but it annoys him that she seems so...close with Songbird.

One morning he starts in on Jaskier as he sat with Geralt and Aiden, waiting for Eskel and Coen to return from hunting. He starts out with his usual bullying, and Jaskier does his best to ignore it.

Then he starts making little comments insiuating that surely there must be something going on between Jaskier and the witch. Jaskier had glanced sharply at Geralt, and made a series of angry gestures. His eyes were oddly cold and hard.

Geralt made a few gestures back, then calmly sipped his ale. Lambert glowered. They were doing that thing again. It just p*ssed him off even more. He started insulting the witch, and Jaskier was practically vibrating with indignation.

Geralt just has this odd look in his eye, almost like he knows something, but he just hmms quietly and says nothing.

Jaskier made a smarta** comment because he just couldn't keep his mouth shut.

And before anyone could stop him, Lambert had hauled the surprised Bard across the table.

He should have known something was off when neither Geralt nor Aiden moved from the table to intervene. All Geralt said was "Lambert, you don't want to f**k with him. Just let it go."

Songbird can't fight, can't hunt, can't swing a sword...he's pretty much helpless. All he can do is sing and look pretty. What's he gonna do, Geralt? Stab me with a quill? Write a mean song about me?

"For starters, I won't give you any more Love Bites-!"

"Hah! Maybe I can get your precious sorceress to give me one instead!"

Geralt gave him one more cryptic warning "You really don't want to f**k with him. Especially about Yen,"

Lambert was to angry to care. He wasn't going to hurt him, just slap him around a bit and scare him a little.

Lambert started out with threats and insults, pushing him and slapping him about the head, getting a little more physically aggressive when Jaskier tried to joke his way out of the situation. He squeaked something about that d**n witch and what she was going to do if he hurt him.

Lambert let him know what he thought of his threat with a punch to the face, followed by a punch to the stomach. Then he let him know his opinion of the witch. Jaskier's eyes had gotten dark and he'd demanded that Lambert shut up.

Lambert had laughed, then boasted and bragged, and said a few things that he probably shouldn't have said with Geralt sitting a few feet away.

He could tell the little sh*t was feeling cocky because his Witcher was watching. He could tell by the way his eyes flashed and the way he'd started smiling at him. Lambert couldn't believe the audacity. The little b**tard was actually grinning at him!

Jaskier's voice was eerily low, almost a growl "Say one more word about Yen, and I will do worse than bury you, Lambert. I will write a song about you so savage that you will never be able to leave Kaer Morhen again!"

Lambert had seen red. He decided it was time Songbird learned his place. He snarled and shoved Jaskier to the floor. He kicked him once in the chest, held him down and growled all sorts of nonsense about the horrible things he was going to do to the witch while Jaskier watched.

Then Lambert made a very bad decision: he teabagged him.

Geralt and Aiden howled with laughter as Lambert suddenly started shrieking. There was no other word for the sound Lambert made when Jaskier bit him on the goolies, and didn't let go.

Lambert was still shrieking when Jaskier finally did let go, and there was a quick flash of steel before a line of searing fire replaced Jaskier's teeth, and then the Bard was knocking him flat to the ground.

There was suddenly a bloody knife at Lambert's throat, and Jaskier's face was inches from his, his mouth bloody and with too many teeth showing. There was an absolutely feral look in his eyes. It was like looking into the face of snarling wolf

Lambert didn't need to see the blood on the Bard's face to know the bite had broken the skin. And the blood on the knife...Lambert had a very unsettling mental image of his...boys...barely hanging on.

He was vaguely aware of Geralt and Aiden discussing something, but making no move to help him at all. The b**tards!

The Bard leaned down and snarled deep and ugly in his chest "You won't touch her! You won't talk to her! You won't so much as even look in her direction!

Lambert was stunned. That feral look had him frozen. And why the f**k did he have a knife??? Jaskier was a Bard. As far as they all knew, he didn't carry any kind of weapon, unless his lute counted as one. He supposed you could bludgeon someone to death with it in a pinch.

The trapped Witcher grabbed Jaskier's wrist and tried to twist it away, but stopped when that feral grin got wider and he felt the prick of a second knife in his ribs. How many of those d**n things did he have???

Lambert couldn't let Jaskier know he was scared caught off guard, so he bluster and spat "F**k that stupid witch, she's-!"

"Say something again! Say something again about Yen! Say something again, and see what happens!" Jaskier snarled, both knives pressing a little harder against skin.

Lambert didn't even dare swallow in case he accidnetally cut his own throat.

Jaskier.

A new voice sounded next to Lambert. Ah, Geralt had finally gotten off his a** and gotten reinforcements.

Yennefer had knelt right next to Jaskier, completely unafraid and gently touched his arm. "Julian, come away,"

Aiden *silently confused* Wait, his name's Julian??

Jaskier had blinked and wavered. Yennefer put her hand on his cheek, and turned his face towards her.

Julek...

Aiden *internally screaming* 'Julek'? F**k me, that's adorable!

Yennefer started playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, "Julek, look at me."

And like magic, the little sh*t went from feral b**tard to baby. The knives flicked out of sight and Jaskier's eyes turned soft again. He'd crawled off Lambert and leaned into the sorceress with a little "yEn..." letting her wipe the blood off his face, and check his bruises.

Ah, F**K! Not the Voice Crack! I should have let him cut my throat because now the witch is going to kill me!

Lambert's injury had definitely required stitches. Yennefer had healed him as best she could, but had mercilessly b*tched at him the whole time for cracking one of Songbird's ribs.

Geralt and Aiden made him promise not to tell Eskel or Coen about the Feral Bard Incident, and they promised to tell Eskel and Coen that Lambert was limping because he had injured himself in a training accident, instead of almost losing his balls to a Bard.

Wait, Geralt, did you f***ing know that he was going to go feral??

"As soon as you threatened Yennefer, Yes." And Geralt pulled off his shirt and showed Lambert the three knife scars on his upper body. "He gave me these by accident. Yen was sick. He was guarding her, and I startled him. "

Lambert looked at Aiden, who nodded. He agreed to keep the secret. And he'd been openly nicer to Jaskier from then on.

He'd learned the hard way not to f**k with the Bard.

[ladytemeraire]

Ok I binge watched both Enola Holmes movies and I am a bit wine at the moment so here are my thoughts:

I want all of Enola's clothes immediately thanks

Did not know I needed Henry Cavill as Sherlock Holmes but he has absolutely ROCKETED to the top of my personal favorite Sherlock Holmes portrayals

(The way he politely but firmly demands that Mycroft make Enola his ward? His delighted little "Ha!" when his baby sister beats him to the punch on a case? The way he immediately softens when he realizes someone held a knife to her throat (and he wasn't there to protect her)? They have a standing sibling date to check in with each other??? A+ Sherlock zero notes I would happily watch six seasons and three more movies of these two)

Related, I know Enola would always be in his shadow and thus she was right to turn down his offer, but I would also watch six seasons and three movies of Holmes & Holmes Detective Agency, oh my GOD GIVE ME THIS

The soundtrack for both movies absolutely WHIPS, it is exactly the right blend of Dramatic and Playful Period Murder Mystery without overpowering the visuals or demanding you Feel Things that aren't supported by what you're watching

The first movie does, unfortunately, suffer from the modern adaptation plague of "corsets are RESTRICTIVE and a CURSE" but that scene is mercifully brief and Enola proceeds to kick ass in appropriately structured and tailored period costume; also I will give her a pass since she was raised, as Mycroft says, as a wildling and so was probably not used to corsets and viewed them as a symbol of society trying to box her into a particular role.

Speaking of which, I was ready to go through the screen and fight everyone who wanted to force Enola into the mold of a Proper Lady, I should not have been surprised at the vehemence of my reaction and yet here we are

ALSO re: asskicking: ENOLA IS THE ANTI-MARY SUE, oh my God I was so delighted to see her being competent but not hypercompetent. She is resourceful and clever and skilled but she still gets bested sometimes, because she is a young woman facing off against unscrupulous men who are not pulling their punches! She wins through hard work and cleverness and it takes multiple tries for her to succeed!

I expected to be mildly annoyed at the romance but I actually really like Enola + Tewkesbury, they are v cute and I am surprisingly soft for competent badass lady + soft gardener gentleman and their whole relationship felt very organic rather than forced. (I did have some secondhand embarrassment at the ball in the 2nd movie but I suspect that is A Me Thing rather than a writing issue.)

Please see my previous post re: period dramas/romances and why Regency period costumes are boring as hell. MORE VICTORIAN/EDWARDIAN FANCY COSTUMES AND BALLS AND RELEVANT PINING PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

The social commentary in general is very very good, especially in the 2nd movie, but Edith's speech to Sherlock in the 1st movie absolutely knocks it out of the park

(Also speaking of Edith: Enola has two moms thanks for coming to my TED talk)

Holy SHIT I am so here for this version of Moriarty???

Enola setting her big brother up with Watson as a flatmate is a gift to me personally and I would like to thank everyone involved with that decision

[nitannichionne]

If He Was Your Fan (A Henry Cavill Fanfic), Chapter 77: Blue to Green to Blue

I'd had it:

"Why can't you understand what I am trying to do?" she asked me.

"Jared Oxfordshire is not just interested in a children's library!" I accused.

"That's all I'm interested in!" she cried.

"How about the dressage event?" he asks.

"How about it?" she retorts. "He asked if I was going. I said I wasn't sure. He said I should go—"

I snort at her.

"He didn't ask me to go with him! And I thought you would want to go with me!" she lets out a cry of frustration. "I don't know this world, what I'm doing—"

"You've been with me—"

"This is different!" she interrupts. "Different somehow. There are clubs I am getting invites from, and some are not honorable. Do you know how hard that is-to find who wants to get to know you and who sees you as some sort of token or novelty?"

I swallow hard. She knows I do. "And if I go with you, some may see me as some rake actor trying to connect with your status and fortune?"

"My God, Henry!" she wipes a tear. "You sound like a gossip rag. We were before this ever was. How can you say that? Why is it you had no trouble when they said such things about me and now..." She shakes her head.

"So this is a time of adjustment for you."

"Yes!" She was exasperated.

"Then, maybe I should go back to London—"

Her gasp brings tears to her eyes. "Henry!"

"I don't want to get in the way, just like when you were with me on Witcher and Argylle." I kiss her forehead and give a small smile. "Go on."

She looked sad, but went, just the same to greet Oxfordshire.

I was packing to go home. I had come to spend time with her, and my lady, my Lady Edenvale was knee if not waist deep in projects. So many of them were one time projects, but what of others in the future? And these suitors were never going to stop. Did I have time for this and a career?

And Graham was no help. He wanted me gone. Wilson just watched and gave me looks I couldn't read, but none were good.

"Leaving, sir?"

I turn around to see Wilson standing there. "Things to do in London." I frown at him. "You didn't go with her?"

"Graham loves these things. I go where I'm needed," Wilson tips his chin slightly. "And you, you have things to do here, if you don't mind my saying, sir."

I zip my bag and look at him. "I do?"

He exhales. "So you don't love her."

"How dare you—"

"How dare you," Wilson stands toe to toe with me. "I'm going to show you something." He pulls out his phone and shows me something that happened yesterday. My lady asked me to come with her for tea with one of her guests, and I declined. He pauses it. "Slow it down. Look at her face."

I took the phone and looked at it. She looked as if she would cry. In slow motion, I see the change of feelings on her face-from disappointment to hurt to a tilting chin of defiance, then a small cordial smile and nod. Ouch.

"She needs you and you are abandoning her," Wilson accuses, and takes the phone from me. "Some Kisa you are."

"Kisa?" I repeat, but he leaves.

Well, evidently I have an ally in Wilson, or a fellow enemy of Graham. I look at my bag. I love her! Why am I ready to chuck it all?

I exhale and sit on our bed. Our bed. She actually fought for that:

"I just don't think it is fitting for you to stay in her house," Graham argued. "Think of her reputation!"

"Graham, I have stayed under the same roof with this man for over a year," she argued. "on promotions, during filmings! That horse, as they say, is out of the barn!"

"But, my lady—"

"I'm done, Graham, done!" She turned away from him and looked up at me. "So, where do we stay-the guesthouse or main?"

"Wherever you want." I told her softly. "Wherever you are."

I never really had to compete for her before, I realized. The tables turned. Project offers had come in by the stack, and honestly, I had agents sort through that unless it got my attention. She was mostly going through them, and trying to do it herself since she did not trust Graham, smart girl. I was glad of that; I didn't either, though on the surface he seemed dedicated to his job. I had models and actors and some entrepreneurs admire me, but she had that and the gentry sniffing after her money and newfound fortune. And if they got close enough, they'd know how much of a gem she really is. The memory of comments and dirty looks about us return to me in a wave, and all I could do was hold her through it, assure her, as others tore her apart without so much as a word with her.

It's worse in society; they judge, research, and then find evidence to support whatever they want to see or others to see, but not necessarily whole truths if any truth at all. I knew this and often tried to avoid it by my choices as I got older.

What had gotten into me? Not one year ago, I was fighting a stage and set carpenter in a backyard, only my opponent and I knowing it was more than sport, but about her.

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You want to go home.

Or wherever Henry is.

You want to talk with him about all this. You thought you had, but lately, you can't seem to stay on the same page. You want to do some rebuilding and contributing to the land your ancestors were on. You want to form some partnerships to help Edenvale, especially with the nearby colleges and universities. What is wrong with that?

"Lady Edenvale?"

"Yes?"

Jared sighs. "Are you alright? You seem distracted."

"Oh, long day, I guess," you take a cleansing breath. 

"I see you confined Graham to the car?"

"I can handle this," you say evenly. Deal with Henry later, he's not here to deal with now. "Sorry, Jared, really I am."

"It's alright," Jared says softly. "Henry isn't adjusting well to your newfound status, is he?" You stiffen, and he puts a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I can't help but notice--"

"He needs time, is all," you defend, but your heart winces as you say it.

"They weren't nice to you in the articles before," Jared shrugs. "not at all. Now the shoe is on the other foot. How often does that happen?"

"Hardly ever, I'd say." He offers his hand to you, and helps you over the area where you plan to expand the school and break ground for the library. You suddenly wish you hadn't worn heels. Why in God's name did you wear heels?

You walk inside of the school, and find the conference room set up for you. Principal Norton is already there sitting, and you have a small meeting about ideas for the way the place should look. She doesn't seem on board.

"We have a lot of books already," Principal Norton nods. "An expansion may not be necessary—"

"I really think it is, Principal Norton," you interject. "Being in the technological age, we need to make libraries more appealing, a place to escape or think."

"I must admit, the ideas you have are really something," Jared compliments. "but this is a small town—"

"With a secondary school and university within a ten mile radius," you point out. "I am willing to do this, but I can't do it alone."

"She shouldn't."

You turn around to see Henry standing in the doorway with a small shopping bag.

Your breath catches, and you realize your mouth is slightly open so you close it. Principal Norton is star struck.

"Sorry, I'm late, darling," he says. "Oxfordshire—" he shakes hands with him. "Principal Norton." He gives a half bow and shakes her hand. He sits next to you and squeezes your hand.

"We're just about done, here, I'm afraid," Principal Norton says with a sad smile. "I just don't see why we should do such an expansion of the library—"

"Oh, I'm so disappointed to hear that," Henry frowns. "Books were my first love before movies. Reading and watching those stories made me want to tell or portray stories, too. Do you know that Lady Edenvale is a writer for Xanadu Productions?"

"My goodness, really?" Principal Norton asks.

"Yes," Henry smiles at you. "She writes stories, I play them out." His gaze goes to Principal Norton again. "I think we all want children to not lose their imaginations, whether it is by reading stories that inspire them to write and act or create. And something like that needs an impressive space."

Principal Norton seems to be in deep thought. "I...I hadn't really thought of it that way."

"I brought—" He reaches into the bag. "I brought those pictures you were looking at, pet."

You had forgotten them. "Thank you."

"And I brought your runners."

You sigh and smile gratefully. "Thank you, again, love."

"You forgot your runners?" Principal Norton laughs. "I do that all time. Keep a pair under my desk these days."

"I do at Xanadu, I wear—"

"All white ones!" They laugh.

Henry and Jared chuckle at that.

The morning becomes a lot easier then. The ideas went over a lot better, and Henry offers to help with the school renovations on the auditorium to help with their drama program. It was more of a wish list to fulfill, but it sweetened the pot for Principal Norton.

"Oh, God." Henry said as you walk out with him and Jared.

"What?" you ask.

"I'd better make sure I have updated contributions to schools in Jersey."

Jared laughs, "Losing track?"

"I didn't know you did," you admit.

"Many people are anonymous contributors," Henry says softly, squeezing your hand. "Part of the world will think you're a miser, but another part will know you are more."

"I-I never really thought—"

"Of course you didn't, pet," he smiles gently. "you just want to get the job done." He kisses your hair. "Like you said, it's a different world."

You smile in thanks.

"Are you coming to the event?" Jared asks as they you all approach the car park. "I know you won't be competing, but I hoped you'd want to go."

"Do we have time for that, pet?" Henry asks.

You see the look on Jared's face. Did he just imply going out in front of Henry?

Graham gets out of the car.

"Oh, Graham, would you drive Jared back to the house so he can pick up his car?" you ask. "I'll ride with Henry."

"I understand if you want to ride with Jared to discuss--"

"I'm sure we can talk later," you say. "Do you want to go, Henry?" you ask.

"With you?" he smiles. "Love to."

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[atlasarcana]

after watching all 6 of the daniel craig james bond films (casino royale, quantum of solace, skyfall, spectre, no time to die) and then watching all 6 of the mission: impossible films (1, 2, 3, ghost protocol, rogue nation, and fallout) i feel like it's necessary to compare and contrast them critically. because this is how i digest my media. 

contains spoilers!

notes about daniel craig’s james bond films (abbreviated hence to DCJB or JB)

they're more artful as a whole. where the action scenes are generally less impressive (it's hard to compete with tom "does his own stunts" cruise), there's still sequences which i found simultaneously very beautiful and very thrilling, which is hard to accomplish IMO

generally better directed. generally better cinematography. generally prettier settings. 

so many men die because they're enemies, but so many women die because they're women. do you know what i mean. do you know what i'm trying to get across here. there's a lot of women characters who are functionally a "bond girl" for only a third of a film because she dies, and it's usually as a consequence of james bond carelessly getting close to them -- which is indeed a thing that the characters and films criticize. unlike in the sean connery films, DC's james bond is frequently doubted, frequently questioned/interrogated about making poor decisions and causing civilian deaths, etc.

i thought this was very interesting on a feminist viewing, because there are women who are highly actionable, who have much greater agency than i was expecting, but they're also still mostly relegated to being The Love Interest, which i feel removes that agency when the romance is not the focus of the film. it's almost as though it suggests that no woman is ever fully immune to the Wiles and Charm of james bond by the end of their adventure. they could protest, sure; they could insult him, and try to get away from him, and try to succeed on their own mission. but there's always a kiss by the very end. interesting

there's exceptions to the previous rule of course. my favorite temporary one-off bond girl (as opposed to the only two long-term bond girls, Vesper and Madeline) is Paloma from No Time To Die, who's just a novice trainee and kicks ass for 20 minutes while being explicit about being uninterested in james bond. she says goodbye and we never see her again. more characters like that, please!

additionally, Eve Moneypenny and Nomi are two female MI6 agents who aren't romantically engaged with bond despite flirting on occasion. there's a lot more mutual respect in those relationships than i was expecting. (it's also a pleasant surprise that they're both black women)

Q is not in danger as often as i need him to be. this is a sentiment i will die with. if james bond gets rebooted and fucking henry cavill plays him or whatever, i'm going to need another twinky Q and i'm going to need him to get sucked into the dark machinations of whatever terrorist cell is fueling the plot of the film and i'm going to need bond to hoist him over one shoulder in an undignifying fireman carry

aesthetically, james bond films are more consistently beautiful in an old-money way, but the mission impossible films are more likely to give you crazy camera stuff to impress your eyes, so i think they're fairly even

notes about the mission impossible films (abbreviated to M:I, the protagonist of whom is named ethan hunt)

unfortunately tom cruise is a pretty good actor. and a terrific stuntsman. and the films only get better with time. and they're quite good. i wanted them to be bad but they're really fucking cool actually

my favorites are the last 3, with Ghost Protocol at the top and Fallout just behind. the sequence where he's hanging off the burj khalifa ????? the first time in a long time i've genuinely clenched with suspense and fear while watching a film. real good.

my personal favorite cast member is simon pegg and i'm glad that at least mission: impossible has the guts to do to simon pegg's character what i want done to Q lmao. the poor guy gets kidnapped and thrown around and exploded and choked out once a movie

the mission impossible films are much, much more feel-good. there's an incredible feeling of companionship and triumph by the end of each one, in contrast to the james bond films, where he's hardly ever working with a team, and when he is, the team is one or two people who may or may not be on-site with him. there's significantly more isolation and angst and manpain in the JB films; they don't really rest on that a lot with ethan hunt.

interestingly: there's almost no fridging in the mission: impossible films. i can think of one (1) instance, but the character was "like [ethan hunt's] little sister" which removes her from the same boat as wife fridging, imo.

and it even goes out of its way to subvert wife fridging in the fourth movie, where the entire time you think his wife is dead, but it turns out that she's alive! and she stays alive, and is still currently alive! and she's happy and thriving without him! and he respects that! how weird that the movie franchise in which women are treated much better is the one lead by tom cruise and not daniel craig lmao????

the characters in the M:I films are almost guaranteed to be more likeable, whether by way of their writing or by the role they occupy in the story. i still really liked plenty of JB characters, but JB characters on the whole are doing less than M:I characters to ingratiate themselves to the audience. there's no character in the james bond franchise where they could show up and i would go "aww right! my man!!" but there's 3-5 of those in the M:I films.

the james bond films are unequivocally sexier, though. the glamour is through the roof. the fancy hotel rooms. the pools. the sleek weapons. the women in silk dresses. every now and then there's a softcore fadeout between james and a hot woman. honestly all you have to do to get me to watch a movie is put a hot lady in a beautiful silk dress in the middle of an action sequence where she's getting dragged around for her safety and i'm in. bonus points if it's another woman dragging her around but we're still some ways off from butch james bond and i'm holding out for hope

conclusion: 

the most recent three M:I films are better action movies than the best three james bond films, but i think the best three james bond films are still better works of art. this puts me at an impasse.

ethan hunt is a more likeable protagonist. james bond, in daniel craig’s films at least, is a more complicated protagonist, and therefore he appeals to me more even if he’s objectively a sack of shit sometimes. however, since there is technically no “final” M:I film, i cannot say that ethan hunt has had as much of a chance to complete a character arc through his run. the DCJB films did end, and it ended with a conclusive and satisfying finish to JB’s character arc, which appeals more to me.

the best bond girl is Paloma from No Time To Die. the best female character is either Nomi from No Time To Die or judy dench’s M from the first three films. the hottest girl is Solange, the one in the peach dress from Casino Royale. 

JB villains are 10000000% better than M:I villains. the antagonist from skyfall, Silva, completely blows every single M:I villain out of the water for me. they generally have more personality, theatrical flair, memorable monologues, etc. there’s a real sexy cat-and-mouse dynamic a lot of the time, which the M:I films sometimes try to do but don’t really understand that the homoeroticism is a necessary part of it lmao

the M:I films are probably more fun to show your friends. the james bond films are fun for exactly one person, and that’s me. they’re all obsessively heterosexual, though, but the M:I films are slightly more progressive and tolerable. makes sense. if the JB films were more feminist, half the audience would be walking out.

but is it queer????

james bonds' films are the only ones that acknowledge the possibility of queerness. the antagonist in skyfall tries to throw bond off his footing by flirting with him, to which bond replies with "what makes you think it's my first time" -- which could either be a calculated bluff or a sincere rebuff. i'm satisfied with either answer, because i'm not personally interested in queering james bond outside of fanfiction lmao. and Q is canonically gay as of No Time To Die, which is unexpected but very nice!

[comfortscripts]

Congratulations on your milestone❣️❣️

Can I please request 1. “I’ve always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be.” - Leo Tolstoy

With Henry Cavill please, I feel it would suit him so well

Congratulations once again, love your work💕

Join the celebration ♡♡♡

Thank you and I'm so glad you enjoy my work!!!

Love can be as frightening as it is enlightening.

Being with Henry made you feel like you could walk on water or face all your foes without worry. Loving him was easy, loving him felt natural and being loved by him? Well that was incredible.

But with all the pleasures and happiness love had brought, its green-eyed friend lurked in the corners. Jealously and insecurity were never something you had struggled with before meeting the actor, but now, now it was a constant weight.

Floods of hateful comments, comparisons in every post, and tabloids announcing his apparent ‘affairs’ with his bombshell co-stars. Everyday there was something new, something to fuel the insecurity that bubbled beneath your bones.

The blue-eyed man was more than happy to offer sweet words whenever he saw any of this nonsense but, burdening him with the truth? You couldn’t cause such anguish.

You knew that Henry could attract anyone; models, actors or even nobility. How could you possibly compete with them? You couldn’t and that thought sent you into the depths of despair.

Slowly, your actions reflected the hidden emotions. Styling your hair with the latest trends, wearing tighter clothing, and changing your habits to seem more aesthetically pleasing. It was working, or so you thought.

All Henry could see was that your eyes had lost their shine, your smile was forced, and you held yourself back. Those years of being together, of opening up to one another seemed to be fading. But he’d be damned if he let you get away.

“Darling, what’s wrong?”

Stepping away from your vanity, a multitude of products that Henry had never seen you use littered across the table. “Nothing’s wrong”

“See, normally I would believe you but for the past 3 weeks you’ve been shutting me out. Something obviously happened and you won’t tell me what.”

Your widened eyes and pin-drop silence was enough confirmation that something was wrong. His strong frame fell against the plush mattress as he rested his elbows on his sturdy knees, hanging his head slightly.

“Is it me? Have you fallen out of love with me?”

Those words broke your heart.

Not for a second did you stop to think about how your behaviour would affect him, being so wrapped up in the visual side and forgetting about the emotional.

“Not in the slightest, I love you so much that it’s hard to breathe without you.”

Lacing his hand with yours as his steel orbs gaze into yours, searching for the truth.

“I let the comments get to me. Just wanted to look like someone you deserve, someone who is clearly beautiful. Didn’t want you to wake up one day and realise that you don’t love because let’s be honest, who would choose me over those stunning people”

“I would. I would choose you everyday for the rest of my life. I’ve always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be. You are the one I love and to me, you are more beautiful than anyone I’ve met.”

Holding your flushed face between his strong hands as your eyes lock to absorb the moment. “Never change yourself for me because you can’t improve perfection”

Connecting your lips with his plump ones, intimacy communicated in every movement. You both knew that tonight was going to be proof of the indescribable love you shared.

[angywritesstuff]

The one with the “who’d you rather”

Summery: You are a famous youtuber and Ellen invite you to her show, where you play who’d you rather.

(I don’t know how I feel about Ellen right now, but she’s the one who did this game in her show so... I had to)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader (??)

You couldn’t believe Ellen had invited you to her show; when you had started your YouTube channel you would have never believed the success it would have had.

When you started your channel years ago you were just trying to find a way to deal with your social anxiety and you shyness. So you had decided to use your computer as a shield, you had never thought there would be people actually interested in your videos. So when views had grown, the hate and the not so nice people had come, but, with your shield on, you had powered through.

And now your anxiety and shyness hadn’t go away, by any means, but you had learned to live with them and to be a functioning human being even outside your house.

And now, after so many sacrifice, you were one of Ellen’s guests and you couldn’t be happier.

You had talked about your channel, about your future project and now you were going to play one of the game Ellen usually played with her guests.

“Hi, we’re back with Y/n Y/sn and she says she’s single at the moment so we’re going to find a man for her in a game called who’d you rather?”- Ellen said

“Who’d I rather what?”- you asked smiling

“Whatever you want, you can decided”

“Ok, let’s see would I rather date then”

“Let’s show you two pictures and you’ll choose who’d you rather... Harry Styles or Zac Efron”- Ellen started

“Oh what a good start, well they’re both beautiful men, but I like my man a little bit older than me so I’m gonna go with Zac Efron”- you answered

“Moving on Zac Efron or Nick Jonas?”

“I think I’m gonna stay with Zac Efron, because Nick Jonas is married with Priyanka Chopra and I really can’t compete with her so yeah”

“Alright Zac Efron or Ryan Reynolds?”

“You can’t do this to me, because I can’t compete with Blake Lively either but I can’t say no to Ryan”

“Ok so we keep Ryan Reynolds or Blake Lively”- she laughed once you groaned

“This is so hard... but she is a goddess so Blake Lively”- you laughed once the audience started screaming

“Good choice. Blake Lively or Leonardo DiCaprio”

“Blake Lively”- you smiled

“Blake Lively or Brad Pitt?”

“Blake Lively”

“Are we gonna stay with her until the end?”- she laughed

“I don’t know I don’t know. Maybe”- you smirked until the next pictures came and then you grow hot

“Blake Lively or Henry Cavill”- she said looking at the screen probably unaware of your embarrassment.

“Well”- you cleared your throat and Ellen looked at you smiling once she noticed the state you were in -“sorry Blake but I’m gonna go with Henry Cavill”

The audience basically lost it and you laughed

“Alright Henry Cavill or Tom Hiddleston?”

“Henry Cavill”

“Henry Cavill or Jake Gyllenhaal”

“Henry Cavill”

You knew you weren’t going to move from him from now on, you had had the biggest crush on Henry Cavill since you watched him playing Superman on Man of Steel and after that you had caught up with all his previous works.

“Henry Cavill or Drake”

“Henry Cavill”

“Henry Cavill or Milo Ventimiglia”

“Henry Cavill”- you were even more embarrassed than before

The bell sounded and Ellen said “well we have a winner Henry you can come out” - she was looking behind you

You almost had an heart attack but when you turned around no one was there

“Oh my god you almost killed me”- you laughed at loud

“So Henry Cavill then?”- she asked once the public had calmed down

“Well I mean he seems like a really nice guy, he’s so kind and funny, and he has the cutest dog ever”

“Sure because his dog is what people look at when he walks by”- Ellen smirked and you couldn’t stop your laugh

“Well I went for the less compromising answer”- you smiled when the public lost it once again

“Thank you for being with us Y/n and you guys go check her YouTube Channel”

“Thank you for having me”

You groaned and tried to go back to sleep but your phone wouldn’t stop ringing.

You grabbed it with your eyes still closed and answered

“What?”

“Where the hell have you been”- your best friend was screaming in your ear

“Mmhhh”- you mumbled- “I got back late last night so I was sleeping still... thank you for waking me up by the way. What’s so urgent you had to blew my phone?”

“Haven’t you been online at all?”- she asked

“Haven’t you heard me saying you woke me up? Why what’s going on?”- you were now fully awake

“It’s about your appearance on Ellen”

“Oh my god, didn’t I look good? Was my dress see through? What did I do?”- you were panicking

“No it’s just... the internet had blown up with your love declaration for Henry Cavill”- she said and you could hear the laugh in her voice

“Shut up. I didn’t make a declaration”- you said while putting her on speaker to see what was going on online - “oh my god, I’m tagged in thousand of post on Instagram and don’t let me start on Twitter”

“You aren’t the only one tagged”- she murmured

“What? What are you tal- oh damn it... they tagged him too!!! I’m dead... officially dead! Stop laughing... this is doomsday”

“It’s so funny, you have had that crush on him for so long and now he’s bound to know”- she laughed and laughed and laughed. If you didn’t love her as much as you did you would have hung up on her

“Wait... what is... what the hell is this?”- you were out of words

“What? Is everything ok?”- she had stopped laughing

“He Dm me on Instagram”- you whispered almost like if you said it too loud the message would disappear

“You’re shitting me”- you best friend screamed

“Do you really think I would lie about Henry Cavill sending me a message?”

“Damn.. what did he say?”- she asked but you were too focus on you Instagram Dm for answering her

Who would have thought that starting a YouTube channel would have gotten you a date with your celebrity crush?! Destiny was a weird thing.

Damn me... I shouldn’t write other stuff when I’m supposed to be working on my stories still on going 😂

Anyway like always sorry for the mistakes but English is not my first language.

Hope you enjoyed and FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME ❤️

Henry Cavill’s permanent taglist: @xxxkatxo

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[gorillageek27]

Can I make a hot take? Sorry if this gets kinda long but... I think the DCEU needs a hard reboot.

I know theres plenty of people that like some of the movies, but I just dont. With a majorty of their movies being bad, mediocre, or just attempts to compete with Marvel its such a bad construction. I only found some of them good, Shazam and Snyder cut and of course the work of James Gunn, but that's it. Plus with multiple actors facing many challanges with the movies (Henry Cavil and Ben Affleck not reprising their roles) or actors being overall scumbags (Amber Heard and Ezra Miller).

It just feels so broken and disconnected from one another. Like there isnt a tight bond between the movies. Many reasons are obvious (introducing characters before they get any solo movies, reshoots, and there isnt a head leader like how Marvel has Kevin Feigi) and even tho I grew up with Marvel I grew up with DC too. So seeing a disgraceful, tattered watered down of the MCU is so painful to see.

Sorry if this was long but seeing your love of DC on your blog made me think I could place my opinion here

Okay here's my take. I personallu think that dc should just abandon the cinematic universe thing. It is not working, and i think they should just do individual movies. Because not every fucking thing connected. What i like about what dc is doing now, and just being oh "we're not conscristced by coorepate censor ship, and now have the freedom to do whatever,"

[demivampirew]

Groomsmen

Henry x Reader x Chris

A/N: This was inspired by this post @foodieforthoughts​ @henrythickcavill​

Triggers: mentions of drinking, seeing an ex, a bit of angst - mostly fluff.

Word count: 954

The last thing you wanted was to see Josh, your stupid ex-boyfriend with who you had a five-year-relationship until last year of college, where he decided that he needed “some space” and suggested to take a break. You suggested to break-up instead, if he wanted to live like a bachelor for a while, he might as well become one. But, unfortunately here you were, at your best friend's wedding, cursing yourself for accepting to go there and even more for agreeing with your bestie that she could still be friends with him after your break-up.

During the ceremony, you managed to keep it cool and focus on the beautiful moment Samantha and Nick shared their wedding vows and promised to love each other forever. A tear rolled down your cheek when the words “I’ll love you forever” in Josh’s voice echoed in your head. Thankfully, most of the guests were also in tears so you went by unnoticed.

After the pictures with the groom and the bride, you went with the rest of the people to the party. “Finally,” you thought, now you could get drunk and forget all about his stupid, stupid face staring at you at the vow exchange as if he could hear your thoughts. You gulped down the glass of champagne that the waiter brought you and went looking for more.

You were on your fifth drink when you noticed two large men staring at you with a big smile on their faces. One was blondish, the other had dark hair. They both have bears and piercing blue eyes. They both gave a vibe of “I was a bad-boy, a heart-breaker and now I’m a lovely man looking for the one” vibe. As you slowly drank another glass of champagne, the continued looking at you shamelessly; they knew that you knew that they were devouring you with their eyes and they wanted you to know as well.

The wedding photographer was making a video of the guests, recording messages for the couple and he was filming the two handsome strangers gave their congratulatory speech when they decided to finish it by blowing a kiss on the camera but their eyes were still set on you. “Cheeky f*ckers” you thought, smirking without realizing it.

Maybe it was the drinks that gave you the courage to go and talk to them.

“My name is (y/n)” you greeted them with a smile. “Are you friends of the bride or the groom?” you asked, curious.

“Hi, I’m Henry,” replied the one with darker hair, cheerfully.

“And I’m Chris, lovely to meet you” the other interrupted his companion as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. You had to press your lips together not to chuckle after looking the other guy rolled his eyes slightly. If you were over-confident you would swear that they were competing for your affection.

“We’re both groomsmen,” Henry explained. “And you’re the maid of honor, Am I right?”

“Yes, the bride is my best friend,” you agreed.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t notice you at first, I thought that you were one of the art pieces of this lovely place. It’s hard to imagine something as beautiful as you being an actual human being” Chris said while putting on a puppy face.

“And I was captivated by the emotions of seeing my friend and the love of his life promising to love each other forever. And, to be honest, feeling I bit jealous that they’ve found the one, while I’m still on the search. But, who knows, maybe I’ve already found her” he looked at you after sharing those words. This time was Chris the one to rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry but, I could swear that I’ve seen you two somewhere” you explain after a moment of staring at them.

“Maybe you can see the future and saw me on a date with you” Chris suggested.

“Or maybe she recognizes me as Nick‘s British friend who wants to fall in love, form a family and live happily ever after” Henry interrupted the other handsome man.

“She could recognize me as the American hopeless romantic” he argued. looking at you with puppy eyes.

“Yes, because that’s all Nick does, talk about how romantic and desperate for love his friends are,” you said laughing. “ You two are adorable.” you admitted “I’ll be open to going on a date with you if you want me to. I’ll go on a date with each one of you and see what comes after that. Would that be okay with you?”

“That sounds fair,” Chris agreed.

“I’m okay with that. It’s obvious that we’re both into you and the fair thing would be for you to get to know us for other than our cheesy pick-up lines before you decide which one of us you would like to go out with if you want any of us at all.” Henry explained.

If two extremely handsome guys trying to get you to date them wasn’t crazy enough, your night ended with them getting your number and promising to call you and, with you running into your ex saying that he was hoping to get another chance with you but after seeing Captain America and Superman fighting for you, he knew he had no chance at all. “Captain America? Superman?” you wonder and then it hit you “F*CK! That’s why I recognized them!” you screamed in your head. Those were freaking Henry Cavill and Chris Evans fighting for you. “How could that be real?” you questioned to yourself but, as impossible as that sounded, it was true.

As they promised, both of them call you to arrange a date. They phoned you the very next day.

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[wondersofdreaming]

Show Night

Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader

Word count: 1.446

Warnings: Pure fluff. Competitiveness. Blurting. Hidden relationship. A little teasing. Embarassment. 

Author’s note: This is a prequel to Game Night

Thank you @radaofrivia​ for your inspiration, motivation and for guiding me <3

Go read her stories here: Rada’s Masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

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“Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special treat for all of you. We have the entire Justice League here with us. Please give a warm welcome to Gal Gadot, Ben Affleck, Henry Cavill, Jason Momoa, Ray Fisher and Ezra Miller.”

The entire audience clapped. There were whistling, some were screaming at the top of their lungs. You were cheering just as loud. Watching your handsome boyfriend walk out and wave to everyone. A relaxed smile spread on his lips when his eyes landed on you.

You were at the Graham Norton show. Sitting on the front row. No one knew who you were except the man who owned your body, heart, and soul, and now also Graham Norton and his crew. The producers had wanted you to stay backstage, but you had been adamant on wanting to sit in the audience and watching the show live. They had relented in the end if you promised not to cause a ruckus, which you had sworn.

Graham starts asking questions about the Zack Snyder’s Justice League, and at some point the engagement ring for Amy Adams’ character ‘Lois Lane’ comes into the conversation.

“Did you in fact choose that ring yourself, Henry?” Graham asked and motioned to the monitor behind him, showing a closeup of the ring.

“I didn’t. I actually have no clue where it comes from,” Henry chuckled, his eyes searching for you. You could see he was a little nervous, as he was fiddling with the hem of his suit jacket. You put your hand on your chest and crossed your fingers.

It was your secret sign for him. A sign of your devotion to him, as you had promised to always be there for him. The idea came to you while watching your favourite anime show ‘Fairy Tail’.

“If you ever become nervous or need a reminder, then look towards me or the camera if I am not there. I will you show you this sign,” you had crossed your fingers over your heart, “Even if you can’t see me, no matter how far away you may be, I will always be watching over you.”(1)

It had been a day where Henry had had a long day filled with interviews right at the beginning of your relationship. He hadn’t wanted to ask you to come, which was the reason why you hadn’t attended, thinking he wanted to work in peace. He proceeded to come home and went directly for your lap, falling asleep in 0.2 seconds, and you had asked him to bring you with him to work, as you, an author, could work anywhere.

“… I think it is about time he finds himself a girlfriend, a woman to spend his life with,” Jason’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked up to see Henry squirming more than before. His jaw was tense as he was forcing a laugh. You felt his pain and wished you could sit next to him and squeeze his hand in yours.

“I have a lot of single friends, Supes. Say the word and I’ll introduce you,” Jason smacked Henry’s thighs with the biggest grin on his bearded face. It may have sounded like a joke to the audience but Henry knew that Jason wasn’t teasing.

“I don’t think my girlfriend will like that you’re playing matchmaker, brother,” Henry smiled. All the actors’ faces fell, even Jason was gobsmacked as his jaw dropped to the floor.

Then Henry noticed what he had just said. His head turned towards you with a look of utter shock. He had just blurted out that he wasn’t single anymore, without having consulted you. Your heart was racing, your secret had been revealed. In some way, it felt like a heavy stone having been lifted from your shoulders.

You didn’t know whether to scold him for not asking you to make your relationship public or to laugh at the horror he was sporting on that handsome face of his. You opted for the second choice, the people around you followed suit and started laughing and cheering.

“Well, you heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen, Henry Cavill is officially off the market,” Graham announced to the camera. “Now, Henry, you have to tell us how you two met.”

“We… eh… met through mutual friends. They were having a game night, and we ended up being paired together for charades,” Henry smiled at the memory. Looking at you, making you fall even more in love with him. Jason and the others noticed where Henry was looking and started shouting for you to join the group.

“Oh yes, please she must join us for the next part of the fun,” Graham pleaded.

Ray and Ezra both stood and went to stand at the edge of the stage. Each man gallantly offered a hand, which you took and was led towards the sofa. Jason moved to make space for you and was wearing a big grin, his eyes shining with glee.

After the rounds of introduction and you told what your occupation was, Graham went to introduce the little quiz game he had conjured. You were each given a button that made a sound. Yours sounded like a pig snorting, while Henry’s was a howling wolf.

“So, the winner gets to take home whatever is underneath this piece of cloth,” Graham said after he had told you the rules. He motioned to the covered box next to him.

“Everyone ready?” he asked. All the actors and yourself said yes. Henry was leaning a little forward, to be ready to push his button.

“First question: Who are the original members of the Justice League?”

You pushed your button faster than anyone, while Henry pushed his so hard it nearly flew off the table.

“Aquaman, Wonder Woman, Batman, The Flash, Superman and Green Lantern,” you told Graham. (2)

“Go girly,” Gal cheered for you. She leaned forward and raised her hand for a high five, which you returned.

“Correct! Question number two: What is the Green Lantern oath?”

*Oink oink*

Again you were the fastest. Everyone watched as Henry let out an annoyed huff, but his face showed nothing but absolute happiness.

“In brightest day, in blackest night, No evil shall escape my sight.

Let those who worship evil’s might Beware my power, Green Lantern’s light. (3)” You quoted.

You felt the other actors starring at you. Jason gave you a side hug and told you that Henry had found not only a beautiful woman but also an impressive one and that he was damn lucky to have you. You had smiled back and felt yourself being pulled back towards Henry’s side. He held a protective arm around you the remaining of the show.

“Seriously, Cavill. Don’t want to compete with your girl?” Jason asked teasingly.

“I’ll gladly just lean back and let her have her time in the light. Besides, I’m already winning because she’s with me,” Henry smiled proudly at you. You heard the entire audience all go ‘awwwwwwwww’, so did the actors and Jason went between you and Henry to hug both of you.

“Third question: In what year was the first Justice League comic book published?”

Again you were quick to push the button.

“Depending on whether you’re talking about the first time they appeared all together which was in The Brave and the Bold #28 (4) and published in 1959, while their very first own comic book series was published in late 1960.” (5)

Henry raised his eyebrows, clearly dazzled by your vast knowledge. 

“Correct again. Seems you know more about the Justice League than the Justice League itself,” Graham joked.

“I didn’t expect anything less from Superman’s girlfriend,” Ben said with an appreciative grin.

You felt Henry moving closer to you, hugging you tighter to his chest. It was the safest you had ever felt, and even though Henry hadn’t gotten one single point, he was still oozing happiness. Happy to have you by his side forever and ever.

“Here is what you’ve won,” Graham handed you the box and removed the cloth. Inside was Funko Pop figurines of every Justice League member.

After the show, you made sure that every single actor signed their respective figure, and you had pictures taken with them to remember the evening.

At home, you arranged the figures with how they look on the poster you had hung on the wall of your office.

“Another win for the team,” you said out loud. Henry walked in and hugged you from behind. He wrapped those big arms around your middle and whispered seductively in your ear:

“I’m the real winner here.”

1. This is a line from Fairy Tail episode 48 by Makarov Dreyar. I changed it a bit to fit the context.

2. Source https://ew.com/books/brief-history-of-the-justice-league-in-all-its-incarnations/ 

3. Source https://greenlantern.fandom.com/wiki/Lantern_Oaths_(Disambiguation) 

4. Source https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/The_Brave_and_the_Bold_Vol_1_28

5. Source https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Justice_League_of_America_Vol_1_1 

[pterodactylterrace]

Guys Like You Chapter 15

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 15

Chapter Summary: "Two lines means pregnant, right?"

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, miscarriage, illusions to smut and a shitty ex, swearing.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6} {Chapter 7} {Chapter 8} {Chapter 9} {Chapter 10} {Chapter 11} {Chapter 12} {Chapter 13} {Chapter 14}

Everything seemed so similar to how it was the first time, years ago. The pit in her stomach, her pulse pounding in her ears. The feel of the wrapper when she opened it, the awkward positioning, wondering if she managed to soak it for the required amount of time, the unpleasant task of putting the cap back on the stick to keep urine from getting on anything else. All the same as the last time.

This time however, she also bore the scars from the previous experience. How her hopes had been crushed, how she'd been cast aside. She'd thought he would have been happy for some reason. He didn't use protection, so that meant he must have wanted to build a family with her, right? She had learned that wasn't the case. He was just a selfish prick. She'd waited for an ultrasound, just to fully confirm the life she had inside of her. She'd been thrilled to learn there were two of them. Twins, just like the rest of her family! He'd thrown the picture in the trash the second he realized what it was. He wanted nothing to do with her anymore. She was used goods. Worthless. Trash, just like the picture of her babies.

Now though, her boyfriend was waiting just outside the bathroom door. It had taken some urging to get him to leave the room, actually. It would seem the manner in which the test had to be taken had slipped his mind. An awkward staring contest had ensued before Faye had quietly asked him to leave so she could pee. A rare luxury she had as a mother, to be perfectly honest. He was quick to grant her some privacy after that.

She placed the plastic stick face down and scrubbed her hands thoroughly, wasting as much time as she could before she had to to open the door. Henry was waiting just outside, as he had promised, an unreadable expression on his face. Of course he would keep his emotions hidden for now. He was an actor, after all. No sense in letting her know how much he was freaking out as well, right?

"Well?" Henry asked softly, his hand automatically reaching out for hers, needing to feel her skin on his.

"It takes a couple of minutes to work..."

"Are you alright?" Henry asked softly, gently cupping her jaw and tilting her head to look up at him. Concern. A look she hadn't been accustomed to all those years ago.

"I don't know... I'm scared."

"I'm so sorry I put you in this situation." Henry apologized, carefully pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her. He needed to hold her in that moment, possibly even more than she needed to be held.

"I know you didn't mean to... It's just... well I told you about the last time."

"I'm not him, darling." Henry assured, resting his cheek on her head. "I'm not going anywhere."

"I know, and I keep telling myself that. It's just hard to forget what happened before. For some reason, I thought he would have been happy. I should have known better, honestly. He never thought about anyone but himself."

"I can promise you, I would be incredibly happy to raise more children with you, if that's what you want. If you decide you don't want anymore, that's fine. I'll just have to settle for spoiling Briar even more to make up for it."

"I always pictured myself having a few kids. After having to go through my entire pregnancy alone and the miscarriage, and then having to raise Briar by myself, though... it wasn't easy. It made me wonder if I was even meant to be a mother."

"You're a fantastic mother, Faye. Briar thinks the world of you, and you've done an excellent job raising her, but you don't have to do it alone anymore."

"It's got to be done by now... can you go check it?" Faye asked hopefully.

"Together?" Henry asked, slipping past Faye to grab the stick.

"No, just tell me." Faye requested, chewing the inside of her lip nervously.

"Uhh... two lines means pregnant, right?"

"What?" Faye yelped, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.

"I'm just looking at the key! There's only one line!" Henry quickly corrected, his eyes going wide when he'd realized his mistake.

"Oh my God,  you asshole!" Faye groaned, throwing her arms around his middle and hiding in his chest.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that." Henry apologized, tossing the stick back onto the counter and holding her close.

"I'm so mad at you!" Faye whimpered, her voice muffled by his shirt.

"Would putting on your pretty new dress make you feel better?" Henry offered, smiling to himself at Faye's slow nod. "Then let's both get cleaned up. The sitter should be here in an hour, and I don't think answering the door wet and wearing nothing but a towel is a good first impression."

"You'd kill the poor girl if you did that." Faye snorted, tilting her head back and resting her chin against his chest.

"We need her to live. Someone has to watch Briar while we got get unreasonably drunk."

"Planning on drinking a lot tonight, my love?" Faye asked, raising a brow at him.

"Oh we are both definitely drinking tonight. It's a celebration and you've just been given the go ahead for drinking."

"But if we're both drunk, who's going to be the responsible one?'

"That's why we're hiring a sitter. We can both be irresponsible, at least for one night."

"Fine, but I'm taking the first shower." Faye sighed, pulling away and slipping down the hall, giving Henry a confused look when he followed right after, already stripping his shirt off the second he got into their bedroom. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Playing lifeguard." Henry taunted, shooting her a shit eating grin.

"Is that a polite way of saying jacking off while I'm showering?"

"Well you could always lend me a hand." Henry offered, already working on his belt.

"We only have an hour before the sitter gets here!"

"That forty five minutes more than I need." Henry growled, shoving the rest of his clothing down his legs, kicking them off, and snatching her up.

Faye felt the need to point out that his estimation of fifteen minutes had been a bit lean. It was almost half an hour before they reemerged from the bathroom. Henry tried to argue that they spent some of the time actually bathing, though he knew it was a pointless debate. All it took was Henry taking her dress from the closet, still in it's protective bag and laying it on the bed for her to drop the subject entirely.

"It's so pretty!" Faye sighed as she unzipped the bag, running her hands over the soft fabric. It was a soft grey dress, the skirt made of tulle and a structured corset like top to it. Henry had insisted she go with the grey after she'd tried on numerous other colorful options. All the color suited her bright personality, but clashed with her already brightly colored hair, and took away from the shimmer in her smile and the wide innocence she held in her eyes. In the grey, she shined. She was the center of attention instead of what she was wearing. It enhanced all of her wonderful qualities instead of competing with them. Henry had no doubt she would be the one on everyone's minds tonight.

Most of the drive there was spent with Henry trying to coach Faye on what to do. He knew how terrifying everything could be, and he knew people would have a lot of questions, mostly about who she was. He instructed her to just keep her eyes on him to avoid being overwhelmed by the crowd and the flashing cameras. He didn't expect her to talk to anyone, and advised against saying anything to anyone that was recording or looked like any type of journalist, especially without him there. He knew they tended to twist words and make mountains out of molehills, and he didn't want any more stress on her than necessary.

None of it felt real until the driver finally came to a halt, Faye spying the waiting crowd for the first time. Sure, she had been expecting some people. It was the season two premiere of a Netflix hit show. She just didn't know it would be this many. She wasn't a fan of crowds at the best of times. Now, she was debating on just having the driver take her back home.

"Eyes on me." Henry reminded her, smiling brightly when her brown doe eyes met his blue gaze. "None of that matters, it's just us." He assured, taking a slow deep breath which Faye mirrored before his door was opened and he stepped out, shooting a charming smile at the crowd as he buttoned his suit coat, the flashes of the cameras temporarily blinding him.

He turned back around and offered Faye his hand, seeming to relax more himself when she delicately rested her hand in his and slid from the car. Just as he expected, the cameras picked up into an absolute frenzy, everyone eager to get a picture of the mystery woman accompanying Henry Cavill at such an important event.

Brushing off their questions was easy enough for Henry, simply replying with "She's gorgeous, isn't she?" Whenever anyone asked who she was and moving along. That did nothing to quell the 'news' stories that popped up later that night and into the next day, all calling for who this mystery woman was and what her relationship to Henry was, however.

He had happened upon it by chance, just scrolling through his newsfeed on Facebook. It wasn't the title that caught his attention, however. It was the picture of her face, that bright smile he'd only seen in old pictures and those same wide eyes, now locked on someone else like he was the only man in the world. She thought she could just move on like that? Didn't that idiot know she was used goods? Nothing but a whore that would try to trap him into something for the rest of his life.

"That bitch!" He hissed, feeling his blood boil. Did she really think she could get away with embarrassing him like this? Going around and flaunting what being a whore could do for someone? No, he wasn't going to allow it. She was his, and it was time she stopped all of her nonsense and came back.

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[hope-to-hell]

A Possession, part three: Dissolution. August Walker x Henry Cavill. Warnings for the entire fic: possession, dubcon (possession-related; our hero never asked for this), mentions of past torture (prior to story events), some degradation, praise kink. Roughly 6k words altogether. Section heading titles largely pulled from whatever music I was listening to at the time. This is it: the last chapter. A little smut, a little angst. Nothing lasts. Part one is here, part two is here

—-

Shake, shake

—-

Somehow, impossibly, you make it more than a week without touching him. And somehow, you figure out a way to exist in the same space. Thank god for quarantine, at least, so you have an excuse to stay at home, to keep this weirdness out of the public eye.

Walker turns out to be a surprisingly competent cook, but hesitates when you ask what his favorite foods are. And despite everything, it’s so hard to shake the feeling of being a host, of providing for your guest, however uninvited he might be. So you make a grocery order and start in on the best dishes you know: pies and roast lamb, hamburgers, risotto, whatever comes to mind when you think of meals you’ve enjoyed. He eats them all dutifully, but it’s not until you hit upon rainbow trout in parchment that you get your first real sigh of pleasure. Huh. You would’ve pegged him for a red meat kind of guy.

And everything you do, everywhere you go, he’s there, watching. Considering. Ten feet away.

It’s like this. One evening he braces one hand against the wall of the shower and drops his head in a pose you know so well. You don’t mean to look, but Christ, he must want you to. Must, because he draws open the shower door to stare straight at you from under his sopping curls as he fists his cock. Must, because he kicks his legs apart to press hard behind his balls with his other hand. Must, because he hisses your name like a curse when he paints the bathroom floor white. And the whole time his eyes are locked on yours.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he says again, and somehow you find the voice to answer.

“Wouldn’t mind isn’t good enough. You’ve got to tell me you want it.” And you have the satisfaction of seeing August Walker poleaxed, however briefly. He hmms a little, thoughtfully, and brushes past you into the bedroom, water droplets shining on the curve of his ass. His gait hitches as he approaches the limits of separation, and you hurry to follow, clean enough to get by for another night but feeling filthier than you have any right to. And when you slide carefully under the covers, he inhales deeply, like he’s scenting you. He smiles, victorious, in the half-dark as you lie there with both hands fisted in the sheets just like you have for days, but now you know exactly what he looks like when he comes.

Fuck.

He escalates, because of course he does. He waits until you’re soaking up sunshine in the kitchen window, then presses in close to cage your body against the counter. He brushes scarred fingertips down the side of your face, and it’s like your mind has been ripped straight out of your body. You feel him touching you, and fuck. You feel him touching you. It’s the strangest sensation, touches doubling and echoing. Licking into his mouth and tasting your own tongue, pulling him in by the hips and feeling matching bruises rise on your own body. And from the way he surges against you, he must feel it too.

Remember. Your nerves are my nerves. You want me to say it? Here it is, directly from my mind to yours. I. Want. This.

This is the part of the movie where it fades to black, where the last thing the audience sees is the lovers, entwined, maybe a flash of light on a naked thigh. This is the part where the music swells, climaxes, spills into silence.

This is the part where the next scene is either a soft, affectionate embrace or a hasty exit from the bed, a quick redressing and an angsty downtempo tune, maybe a walk in the rain.

This is the part where he starts to rise, where you wrap your hand around his wrist and whisper, “stay.”

—-

Untethering

—-

It isn’t clear, at first, what’s happening. A little extra hair in the drain is easy to explain away; you’ve got two people sharing the shower now. Same with the bruising that appears on his arms, his back, his ribs, because for all he grips at you, you give back in equal measure. And if he takes a little longer in the shower than before, if he seems to spend an awfully long time just leaning back and letting the spray hit him, well, maybe he’s finally relaxing a little.

It’s days and days of rutting against one another, of watching in the mirror as he takes you apart. And he loves it, that grinding ache in his fingers as he presses them inside you. He loves it, and you know because you feel it; you feel an answering ache in your own hands and a twinge in your cock that’s almost but not quite unlike anything you’ve felt before (it’s close, so close, to the first time, when he was still just a voice in your head).

Somehow, it’s still a surprise when he shakes you awake and hisses, “Get inside me. Now.” And when you reach for him, a little hesitant because you’ve had each other in nearly every way except this, you taste something strange and metallic, chilly on your tongue. He’s anxious, desperate. The metallic taste increases in its intensity as he surges at your mouth, licking into you with savage competency.

“Are you—“ are you sure is what you want to say, but he’s pressing lube at you with one hand while trying to tear your sleep pants off with the other, and it feels like he’s got half a dozen hands roaming all around you, and it’s unfair because he knows exactly what this does to you, exactly how you respond to every touch. It’s overwhelming, and soon you lose that peculiar metallic taste in the static that sparks hot down your spine and right into where you swell and pulse with the sudden desperate need of him.

And you want to watch his face, watch those eyes shine in the darkness, want to rub your face against his as you open him but he’s turning away, over, hitching a knee under himself and reaching blindly back for your hand. “Now,” he grits out in a voice like the bottom of a dry well. And it’s too soon, has to be, before he’s demanding two and then three fingers and then “godfuckingdammit, that’s enough. Get in me already.”

And when you press into him it’s, fuck, for a moment your vision whites out and you are nowhere, hurling aimlessly through a great expense of nothing, and it’s simultaneously the most terrifying and exhilarating thing you’ve ever felt. Is it like this for him? Can’t be, he’s always so controlled, so precise. It’s impossible even to think like this,

I’ll think for you. Don’t worry, just act.

so you don’t think, and when you return to your body it’s to find yourself draped over him, clinging, rolling your hips like a ship in a storm. Desperation doubles back and builds on itself until you feel as though if you don’t come right now you will die. And you don’t want to die, but you also aren’t sure what the rules are, so you try to withdraw and that’s when his hand closes around your wrist, hard and tight and don’t you fucking dare.

And that’s it, that’s all it takes, his touch and his blessing, before you’re spilling inside him in long shivering pulses. And even then, even when he clenches so tight around you it’s like he’s pulling all the blood from your body, he doesn’t let you go.

You stay with him, in him, until you soften and slip free, and when you wrap an arm over his belly he lets you. He feels warm, as relaxed as he ever gets, and most of all relieved. “Better?” you ask, and in return he twists his neck, rolling his shoulders back till he can reach to kiss you. It’s soft, but almost mathematical in its precision. And he still tastes like metal.

—-

Waves and light (how bold I was)

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He’s stopped sleeping. In the night you reach for him and find the bed cold. He’s there, of course, ten feet away, staring out the window. He’s all hard muscle, luminous in the moonlight, a demigod or an avenging angel. He turns and tilts his head, and you can see his breath hang frosty in the air. You wake in the morning to find him still standing at the window, and for a split second you could swear the light passes right through him.

He’s stopped sleeping, and he hovers a little closer than he used to but he doesn’t touch, not until you sigh and tell him to “get over here. C’mon. I don’t have to touch you to know you’re worried about something.”

So you enclose him in the circle of your arms, bump your face against his scars to feel that little spark, that staticky sensation from nerve damage, to feed him the pleasure that touching him brings. You breathe softly, saying nothing, until he relaxes by degrees.

He smells like blood, but then again he always does. Chaos and death are embedded into every fiber of his being. If he were to shed his skin, to slither pink and naked into the world as a man reborn, maybe it would be different. But he is who he is, and you are who you are, although tangled like this it’s sometimes hard to tell the difference. One of you sparks a slow-burning arousal, the kind that takes hours to come to a head if it does at all, a slow soft yearning. You sigh into it, nuzzling at him a bit, feeling your stubble scrape across his cheek. Like this, you can almost forget who and what he is.

And he hears you, huffs a little. What I am doesn’t matter anymore, not outside these walls. And I—

He sucks in a breath, harsh and wet, sucking air up from your lungs. It burns, scraping bloody up your throat.

Metal again. And pressed against him like this, you can catch the echoes of fear, of a strange sort of dissolution. Light through greasepaper, snow drifting through broken windows. Shoulders straining against his jacket. Blood and bone and a lonely valley. Trying to breathe but the shards of his ribs dig into his lungs—

Oh.

Oh fuck. You realize, then, that he’s dying, pulled back to that moment. None of this mattered in the end; all it did was delay the inexorable march of fate. You can almost see it happening, scars brightening and blooming into wounds, bruises rising where he hit the ground. And you hear it too, the slow scrape of metal across the floor, the heavy tread of boots and a soft susurration of fabric. She’s here.

And it’s strange: you’d expect her to revel in this, finally capturing this soul that’s eluded her for so long. But it’s almost like she’s trying to be comforting. Things fall apart. Entropy comes for us all, in the end. And you got more time than most.

Listen, I don’t want to you have to go. His fingers tremble against yours, coppery fear blooming heavy on your tongue.

I’m not unkind, you know. It’s just the way it has to be. Think of this as a gift. Better than falling apart piece by piece, isn’t that right?

Is it? Maybe, with more time, you could figure something out, maybe if he took just a little more, a few of your years, you don’t need that much time, you could spare him that—

No. Hey. We. We had a good run, didn’t we? Just, remember me. Please.

He’s terrified, pulse rabbiting in his chest, fingers clutching yours as the scythe descends. And you feel it when the connection breaks, tension dissolving as he fades, the cruel hard core of him pulling free from your chest. Your hand is your hand again, grasping at nothing. He manages a smile, almost, shimmering through a film of tears. Hey, listen. I—

And then he’s gone, nothing more than motes of dust in the air, as you blink hard, trying to pull him back into your sight.

—-

Epilogue (the last thing inside the box was)

—-

You see him sometimes, a flash of cold eyes in the crowd or a particular way someone has of standing. You listen to the wind, and watch frost crawling up the windows in winter, and you miss him.

You return to the world, you smile and wave and show your teeth. It’s not a real smile, not quite, but you’ll get there. You always have.

You bake trout in parchment, and American biscuits, and you eat alone.

On a wintery afternoon you climb aboard a packed train, mercifully anonymous in the crowd. Your bare hand brushes against a stranger’s. You feel a spark, pins and needles, like a waking limb.

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics that involve a love triangle. We tried to choose fics where Louis or Harry have feelings for more than one person or have to make a choice between two or more people by the end of the fic. For each fic, we specified who the people competing for Louis’ or Harry’s heart are. We hope you enjoy all these fics. If you do, be sure to give the writers love and reblog this post! Happy reading.

1) We Are Wide Away | Explicit | 9091 words | Sequel | Harry vs. Liam

Liam watches Louis, his closed eyes, the way his skin is shining with moisture, the flutter of his lashes against his cheeks; when he looks up Harry is staring at him, watching him in turn.

2) Doesn't Have To Be A Real Thing | Explicit | 12532 words | Harry vs. Nick Grimshaw

In which Harry helps Louis get over his ex and it kind of becomes a regular thing. It’s totally casual – they have an understanding. But what happens to Harry when Nick reappears in Louis’ life?

3) Maps Can Be Poems When You're On Your Way | Not Rated | 18974 words | Harry vs. Liam

Harry falls in love with the guy his best friend is fooling around with.

4) Bloom | Explicit | 24887 words | Harry vs. OMC

Note: This fic has been locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

When they first meet at Harry’s flower truck, Harry falls hard but Louis’ unavailable. Only before long, Harry reignites a spark that Louis thought long forgotten.

5) If This Is It, At Least We Can End It Right | Explicit | 26369 words | Sequel | Harry vs. Zayn

Note: The first fic isn’t endgame Larry, but the second one is.

Harry breaks Louis and Zayn's there to pick up the pieces.

6) Sweet Dreams Are Made of This | Mature | 29982 words | Harry vs. Zayn

Loosely based on The Wedding Date. Inspired by 27 Dresses. Basically, Fake Boyfriend AU with a twist. Louis' sister is unknowingly getting married to the ex who broke his heart. When faced with the prospect of turning up alone, Louis panics and hires a corporate escort named Harry. General chaos and epic jealousy ensues.

7) The Blood Is Rare And Sweet As Cherry Wine | Explicit | 33569 words | Harry vs. Henry Cavill

“Sex therapy?” Louis asks, cocking an eyebrow.

To his credit, the doctor doesn’t blush, “An extremely personal and efficient form of therapy, Mr. Tomlinson.”

“Oh?”

“Should you and your husband wish to, I would be eager to help you in any way I can offer.”

8) Maybe We're Perfect Strangers | Explicit | 39849 words | Harry vs. Niall

When an EDM festival in the Caribbean touts itself as a “life-changing and transformative experience,” Harry’s not too sure he buys into it. Regardless, Harry wants nothing more than to please his best friend, so he goes along for the ride. What he doesn’t expect is to fall head over heels for the festival’s organizer who Harry discovers is also the object of his best friend’s affections.

9) With Stars Of Brightest Gold | Explicit | 41109 words | Harry vs. Henry Cavill

Louis Tomlinson is the premier courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. In his dreams, he has always wanted to be a famous stage actor. Locked into his contract, he has little means of escape until a handsome duke promises him freedom with a romantic alliance. Due to a case of mistaken identity playwright Harry Styles is thrown into the mix, compelling Louis to choose between his head or his heart.

10) Some Things Take Root | Explicit | 50269 words | Harry vs. OMC

Note: This fic has been locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

AU. Louis’ ex doesn’t get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage. 

11) The Bachelor | Explicit | 53953 words | Louis vs. many men

Note: This fic has been locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

The one where Harry dates six other guys and still falls in love with Louis Tomlinson.

12) Amazing Sin | Explicit | 56034 words | Harry vs. Liam, Louis vs. Taylor

Gears started turning in Louis’ head$. Purely mischievous gears that had Louis formulating a revenge plan against Taylor. He’d had enough of sitting around and taking it. If she was going to call him a whore, then fine, he’ll act like one for real. “I’m going to say something, and as my friends you are obligated to love me anyway.”

 “This can’t be good,” Niall said, Zayn just groaned.

“So I know we have this strict ‘no lashing back at Taylor’ rule with me, but what if I can get press revenge a different way?” Louis asked. He wasn’t expecting an answer, because they knew by now to just go with it. “What if I stole her boyfriend?”

13) Every Story Has Its Scars, Ours Is A Brand New Start | Mature | 62859 words | Harry vs. OMC

Life as a devoted husband and an amazing father turned out to be a little different than Louis had expected. Everyone tells him it doesn't have to be that way; that he's worth more and that he's so much stronger than any one person trying to keep him down. It's all just words though until he meets the one person who makes him truly believe it.

14) Curly Bun Man | Not Rated | 68600 words | Louis VS. OFC

I just paid for these Doritos but they're stuck in the vending machine and I know you've been waiting but I am not going to let you buy something until you help me. AU

15) This Wicked Game | Explicit | 70010 words | Louis vs. many men

An AU in which The Bachelor is gay, Louis is a contestant, Harry is the bachelor, everyone drinks a lot of champagne, the entire world gets to watch them fall in love, and no one plays by the rules.

16) You Drive Me Crazy (But It Feels Alright) | Teen & Up | 102036 words | Harry vs. Nick Grimshaw, Louis vs. Luke Hemmings

Note: This fic has BH mentions.

Bridget Jones' Diary AU.

“Harry is not short for Harold,” he corrects, his voice as thick as molasses. He lowers his eyes to Louis’ sequined lapels, rubbing one between two fingers. “Is this small or extra small? It looks lovely.”

Louis breaks away from his grip with a petulant huff and pushes him back with two fingers.

“You’re mocking me. Again.”

Harry smiles and it's a real honest swoop of his lips this time. Louis’ stomach swoops with them.

17) Blue Ice | Mature | 102967 words | Harry vs. OMC

An AU where Louis finds himself in a marriage he didn't bargain for.

18) Fucking Animals | Explicit | 116687 words | Harry vs. OMC

Louis is the frontman of an equal rights-movement, author of a book about beta-omega marriage and the struggles of being born and boxed into a personality you don't necessarily feel you fit. The notion that an omega must want to be with an alpha or else he or she's just settling for less, is bullshit.

But, fucking hell.

19) Like Water Over Fire (Like Water On Fire) | Mature | 119264 words | Louis vs. many people

Prince Harry has 46 men and 13 weeks to find the husband of his dreams, Louis has a limited amount to time to live out a royal fantasy. They might just be exactly what the other needs.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

[aliceaddellheidde]

Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 2 - Big Break

WORDS: 1154

WARNINGS: swearing, kinda mind control

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes.

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless & are using they/their pronouns.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you touch.

This is multi-chapter story. 2/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

„How was your mission with boys yesterday?” Wanda asked. „Good. Bucky was annoying as always. Gosh, how I would like to give him piece of his own medicine!” Wanda and Natasha laughed with you. You had girls night, with face masks, nails painting and gossiping. „You actually can do that.” Nat smirked. „How?” „Wanda can help you. With her magic thingy.” „And what exactly we should do?” you asked. „You nothing just repeat what she will tell you.” You were looking at her wide smile. „No. I can see your evil plan Nat.” „Oh c'mon! It will be fun! And Wanda has no problem with it, right?” She shook her head. „You promise it will not be anything too crazy?” „Yop.” „Ooooooookkkkkeeyy then.” „Yeas!” Nat squealed and they both threw themselves on me. „I hope I´ll not have to kill you.” „Don t worry. Now lets finish movie.”

„Parca, what did you do?!” Moi screamed at younger sibling. „Nothing!” Then disappeared in silver mist before Moi could throw something. Rai looked at them. „Come, it´s time to wash our masks off.”

Next morning you let Wanda in your head and walked to the kitchen. Bucky was already there, preparing his breakfast. „I didn’t know you are fan of Jews.” you said. „What?” he looked at you, surprised. „Bagel. It is a bread product originating in the Jewish communities of Poland.” „Cool.” He opened fridge and took out a butter and ham. „Did you know it takes 21 pints of milk to make a pound of butter? Interesting right?” „Not really.” „It also has vitamins D, E, K and A.” you said, dancing like cheerleader. Bucky laughed, watching you. „Wanna some tea?” „Second most consumed beverage on the planet – after Water? Sure, why not.” You ate in peace, which was surprising.

„Why is music so loud?” Bucky asked when he came to gym only in his shorts. „Listening to music while exercising can improve work out performance by 15%.” „Turn volume down. I can´t concentrate.” „But it´s helping me. You don’t wanna me to be healthy, strong and flexible?” „You have headphones. Use those!” You stuck your tongue at him, but obeyed and started your routine. What you didn’t see was Bucky staring at you. After 30 minutes on treadmill you moved to rowing machine. Letting your mind wondering in imaginary world you hardly felt tap on the shoulder. Only when Bucky repeated it, you turned to him. „Hey, what's up?” you gave him wide smile. „You're like Maria Sharapova.” he growled, his eyes wide. „I'm sorry?” you asked innocently. „Grunts too much.” „Makes you hard sergeant?” He was breathing shallowly and you felt your cheeks getting warmer. What was Wanda doing? „No. Just be bit quieter.” Then he turned and quickly went back to his punching bag. „I'm still not as loud as Michelle Larcher De Brito!” you screamed behind him and with smug smile you watched as he hit the bag and it fell on the floor.

„I'm not really happy about it, dear Moi, but Parca´s plan somehow works.” Moi looked at Rai sitting on trampoline and frowned. „I had nice dinner preparing on mind for them. To give them some domestic vibe. Not Y/N teasing Bucky like this!” Rai just shrugged and jumped on jumping mat. You screamed and startled Bucky as well. „What the hell Y/N?” „Trampoline moved by itself. We have ghosts here Borky. Save me, please?” You hugged him around waist and he stiffed. „If you will stop being so annoying with your random trivia. I still don’t understand how you can hold all of them in head.” „Ok, but only for today.” You stood up, took your water bottle and was ready for another machine when your next words left you in shame. „Do you know that the more muscle mass you have, the more fat your body burns while resting? I looove your muscles. Make me weak.” You realised what you have done when Bucky turned red and Wanda´s voice spoke in your head. „Run Y/N, RUN!” And that's what you did. Bucky was shouting your name and profanities in gym. „Run Y/N, run, run.” „Why are you speaking to yourself?” Wanda laughed in your head. „Shush you!” After few minutes you ran into her room, locking door behind you.

„What was that Wan? Now he's thinking I´m horny mess from him! For him!” „And you are not?” „Not at all! He's pesky, provocative, arrogant little bitch!” „Hmmm, I think he's not little. More like huge and has good package.” „Wanda!” She was laughing so much she started crying. „Don´t you have Vision for that?” „Yes. But I can have a look. You know it means nothing to me. I want only the best for you, even if Buck isn't your true soulmate. You still can have fun.” You sighed and sat next to her. „I envy you and others. I wished tattoo would appear on my skin for so long, but until now nothing happened so I decided I will do it myself.” „That's great! Whoever it is, I bet they will love you.” She wanted to hug you but then pulled away. „Sorry, but you really need shower.” You said your byes and went to your room.

You didn’t realized you fell asleep, but knocking on your door woke you up. When you opened it you met Bucky in red Henley and jogger pants. „Want something to eat?” he asked. „What?” you said taken aback. „Food. Dinner. Others left, so it´s just us.” „Coming.” You quickly put fluffy socks on and followed him to kitchen.

„Wanna some bolognese spaghetti? Or something else?” „Spaghetti is fine. Red wine?” „Why not?” You both smiled at each other as Bucky was preparing sauce and you were putting pasta in pan. Then he was cutting meat while you sat on counter, watching him. „Wanna watch something?” you asked him. „I heard Witcher is good.” „Oh, it is! Henry Cavill is there and he's sexy as fuck with his long white hair, yellow eyes and that dreamy hairy chest. Don’t forget his ass and thighs!” Bucky looked at you with raised eybrows, smirking. „What?” „I really don’t wanna your ramblings about him.” „Why? Afraid you can't compete with him?” you grinned. „I'm much better.” He stepped between your open legs, his hands on sides of your thighs. His face was closer and closer until you heard sauce bubling on stove. „We don’t wanna burned food. Right, Borky?” You handed him two plates and he put pasta, sauce and cheese on them. „To the movie room!” „And beyond!” You couldn’t stop laughing as you took wine bottle and followed him.

You ended watching half of season one and then fell asleep on Bucky´s shoulder.

Moi and Rai were on chairs happily looking at their hardest case. You two were on good way to your destiny after all.

[sif-the-tsunami]

Ropes and Roses part six

Summary: Elizabeth Rosehill is a talented dance instructor and a force of nature that beguiles her famous student. Events in her life, however, have led her to search for more creative ways for her to keep herself afloat. What will she do to keep her dreams secure and what will it mean for her blossoming relationship. This is a very adult story about two people who are moderately terrible at adulting.

Warning: adult language, situations, arguing, less smut, more angst. If something in here needs a more descriptive warning I will gladly update it

Pairing: Henry and OFC (am I doing this right?)

Word count: 2K

A/N: If you read it and like it, it would mean a lot to me if you could say something nice! I have a lot of feelings this week that I’m trying to work through.

Henry woke up the next morning before Elizabeth. She was face down, her monstrous cat was curled up in a ball, snuggled up under her arm, gently purring. Alistair stared at him with his large green eyes for a few moments, fluffy tail flicking. The cat seemed to find him amusing at least. Looking around he saw a delicate crystal sun catcher dangling in the corner of her window. Tiny rainbows danced across the walls and ceiling as the sun rose. The woman in bed with him moaned slightly and moved herself on to her back. She opened her eyes briefly, smiled at him, then went back to sleep. Henry took a moment to watch her resting, peacefully exposed to his gaze. He rolled off from the bed from the other side. As the man left the bed, the cat seemed to relax more now that he was the only one in bed with his favorite human.

Henry did his morning ritual, and then started walking around her apartment while he waited for his lover to wake up. What was supposed to be her living room had book shelves on most of the walls that were crammed with different kinds of literature. She had one blank wall, but even on that one had a computer desk with two monitors, cat ear gaming head phones, and a keyboard that glowed different combinations of the rainbow while her computer was asleep. Taking a peek back at her room, Elizabeth was still asleep, he wiggled her mouse to see what kinds of games were on her desktop but her home screen was password protected. In a corner, there was a chaise lounge in a deep green velvet and a side table. No dining table or chairs, she probably ate at her computer, he thought.

Her kitchen was almost bare. One little table had a cat food bowl, the pantry had some basic staples but nothing that screamed out she hosted guests frequently. He found her coffee, and proceeded to brew a pot for them. He looked in the fridge for other breakfast foods, but he didn’t find much. He heard the thundering paws of Alistair come running to his feeding spot. The little predator noticed the light bouncing off of his watch.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” He watch as the cat chased the reflection. The two played together with the bright light, chuckling at the cats antics.

“You know, I could get used to finding you naked in my kitchen, Mr Cavill.” Her voice made him jump. “I’m sorry, I thought you heard me coming.”

She was standing in the door way wearing a loose fitting sweater. The sleep in her hair caused it to curl in every direction. The cat batted at her hand for some affection which she gave to him. He couldn’t stop staring at her again. This was the Liz he had been hoping to see, well rested and looking content with the world. She played with her kitty using the sleeve of her sweater. She asked him how he was doing after she caught him looking.

“Yeah, everything is fine. Just appreciating the view.” He said walking up to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, reaching down to kiss her. “It’s Sunday, right? Do you want to go have brunch, I know of a couple places we can take Kal, sit on the patio.”

“Yeah, that sounds really nice.” She said between kisses.

“Go get dressed, we’ll have something delicious.” She came back when Henry was starting his second cup of coffee wearing a delicate pink dress with a light weight navy blue sweater. Her hair pulled back with some of her little curls falling down in the back. Henry had gotten into the clothes he had wore the night before and they made their way to his place. Kal had nearly tackled him when they had gotten there. Henry hurriedly cleaned up and dressed himself while Elizabeth sat on the couch to cuddle with Kal. He listened to her baby talk his dog. He was two seconds away from telling her they should just stay in and spend the rest of their time together for the day in bed. He wanted to learn every spot that made her gasp in delight.

When they finally made their way to the restaurant he had decided to put all of his cards on the table. He told her that he didn’t want to play games or hard to get. He wanted to get to know her and spend as much time as possible with her before he would have to go somewhere else to film on location. This would be the start of a fairly regular schedule they would stick to for the next two months. Thursday night he would take her out, they would spend time until it was time for her to get ready for her classes on Friday, Saturday he might watch her at the club or meet her afterwards, then Sunday they would have breakfast and part ways for a couple days to focus on work.

Soon the real world starting calling Henry back to it. They would call every night and, when they could, sneak in a few days away with each other. On one of their reunions, they hid away from their regular lives in a romantic cabin. He loved taking her to little hide a ways when he could. They would usually spend the entire time in bed with each other, nothing between them but their desires. He had looked forward to this all week and planned on making one of their favorite dinners that night to surprise her. However, when Elizabeth got out of the car, he could tell that she hadn’t been having a great day. The only thing she wanted from him right away was to be held and he willingly supplied her with affection. What started a hug turned into him carrying the woman he adored into the bedroom they would be sharing. She melted against him, but he couldn’t help but feel like there was something she was just not saying.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked after they had laid in companionable silence for a while.

“It’s nothing, I’m just pissed off about a conversation I had this morning with management. And one of my dance teachers tore he ACL so now we have to cancel all of her classes or I have to find a substitute teacher. I’m not sure which is better yet. If I have to teach it, that’s less time with you for the next six months.”

“I’m sorry, that does sound frustrating, but I’m not going anywhere. I can wait, your students need you. What was going on with the other problem?”

“Just some stuff with the Fox Catcher. I evidently am not drawing in the audience like I used to. They want me to do something different.”

“What kind of things are they suggesting?”

“They usually suggest two girls, which I’m fine with. Those nights always sell out, we might be able to market it as the subs are competing or whatever. But one of the owners came up with a completely idiotic idea. They want me to start dominating guys at least once a week.”

“No, out of the question.” He sat strait up. “I don’t care if you have to have sex with your girls on stage to get more asses in chairs, I’m not okay with you doing any of that with another guy.”

“What?” She was quite taken back by him.

“I’m dead serious, Elizabeth.”

“Henry, this is still just being thrown around right now.”

“And I’m telling you not to.” He pulled back further.

“But I can have sex with another woman? I don’t plan on fucking anyone else outside of this conversation, my dude. What kind of person do you take me for? And I really don’t appreciate you telling me that domming a dude is worse than having sex with someone who isn’t you. There is a reason I don’t go around doing either with just anyone.”

“You clearly get off on being a Dominatrix when you work with your girls, I have noticed a distinct difference in how you fuck me on the nights after your shows.” He cut her off. Fuck, Henry, what were you thinking. Her expression dropped. He rubbed his face, trying to think of anything he could say to fix it.

“Where is this coming from?” She asked, moving away from him on the bed, pulling her shoes back on. “You know what, no. I’m going for a walk so I don’t say something I regret.”

“Just say it!” He snapped, trying to get up to follow her.

“No, you need to calm down first. I will not be yelled at over something this fucking stupid. I haven’t even...”

“Damnit, Elizabeth! I..”

She hissed at him before he could finish his sentence with a level vitriol that he didn’t know she had in her. “I said no! I’m already having a bad day and this is why I didn’t want to talk about it tonight. Now I am going for a walk and you will sit down and think about how you want this conversation to go when I come back. We will talk like adults, you will not insult me again. Do you understand?”

Henry sat down again, completely taken aback, and nodded at her.  “Yes. Of course.”

“Yes, what?” Her eyes were looking glassy. He had accidently flipped her Domme switch, and he knew she didn’t enjoy using it outside of the club, but more importantly, he had know by now that she hated crying in front of anyone, especially him.

“Yes, Elizabeth, we will talk like adults, and I will not insult you again.” He tried to say it as evenly as he could.

“Thank you, now I’m going for a walk to calm down. Because, again, I don’t think either of us wanted this. I’ll be back.”

An hour later, he heard her coming through the front door.  She didn’t have the rage in her eyes like she did when she left which was a huge relief to him.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Hey,” he waved at her from the kitchen. He came up to her slowly and held her hands in his. They were so cold. “I’m sorry. I overreacted.”

“So did I, I didn’t make it any easier on you.” She squeezed his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“I made dinner, if you’re hungry.” She nodded and he made her a plate of carbonara. She thanked him and they ate their dinner in silence.

“I think I know now what was making me so upset about the idea of you dominating another man. And I promise, I won’t yell this time.” He said after he had cleared their places.

“Oh?”

“I thought about it while you were out and I think I’m just worried that you will find someone who is into it, and you guys will, I don’t know, I’m going to sound like such a bastard saying this. I’m worried that you would leave me for someone who is more into that lifestyle than I am. I’m falling so hard for you, but you have this part of yourself that I’m not allowed into yet.”

“I hadn’t even considered that being part of the problem. When I go back, I will tell management that me performing with a man will not happen.” She reached her hand out to him and he held it. “I’m falling for you too. It’s not that you aren’t allowed to be apart of that side of me, I hadn’t seen any indication that you might want to. Is that something you want to try?”

“I don’t know yet.” Henry replied, running his thumb across the back of her hand. “But what I do know is that I have you for two more days before you head back to town, and I want to take you back to that very comfortable bed, and hold you against me until we fall asleep.”

[dothwrites]

the movie :) i didnt realise there was a show! but it makes sense because their backgrounds were hinted at but never explored - like Illya's *bouts of psychotic rage* or however they put it. And Hugh Grant's character bringing them all together at the /end/ to form a cross-country spy team (which is when we finally get the title!) i liked it. it was like a lighter James Bond film with less noise and angst + in a 60s setting. I'd love to watch the show i think. anything i should know about it? 💗

oh - and another reason why i like it more than Bond is that it's not a one-man team. It's a team effort with an intriguing dynamic - like Team Free Will! XD

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Well, unfortunately, the thing I have to say about the TV show is that it’s devilishly tricky to find. As far as I know, no streaming services offer it, and it’s hard to find on cable. It was from the 1960s, and it’s not one of the shows that’s been passed down. I managed to find a DVD set on ebay, but even that needed a bit of my I Buy Things to Give My Brain a Single Hit of Dopamine wizardry. 

The show concentrates around Napolean, Illya, and Waverly, and UNCLE is a fully realized organization whose entrance is hidden in a flower shop. No Gaby here! =(((((( Illya is much smoother than his movie counterpart. The episodes are set up in a MotW format, so there’s no real need for continuity. Yes, the homoeroticism is still EXTREMELY PREVALENT. 

I LOVE the team dynamic in the movie. It really is that “we’re just better together” idea, where they’re all terrifyingly competent on their own, so together they make an unstoppable team. I also love that Gaby clearly rules everyone (I love fics that show Gaby as the handler, and Napolean/Illya as operatives). 

Overall, I have to say that I appreciate the movie more--It appeals to my love of action, snappy writing, Henry Cavill, Alicia Vikander, and fashion. Truly a travesty that it never became a franchise, because you can tell that’s what they were planning for. </3