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Pairing :Henry Cavill x reader

Warning: Daddy!DomHenry, Smut, Oral, Size Kink

Everything below the cut is NSFW I won’t lie.

Summary : Henry loves how big he looks in comparison to you. 

“On your knees.” he commands calmly. You bring yourself to the floor as he unzips his pants. He brings himself out of his underwear practically slapping you in the face as it springs free.

“Sorry.” he chuckles, fumbling to hold himself down.You laugh at the juxtaposition of his handsome face and figure, that exudes this constantly flustered personality. You know he loves seeing his size next to you.He caresses your cheek softly, then replaces his hand with his cock. You look up at him, eyes wide and innocent. 

“Open your mouth.” his voice is stern while he gently slaps himself against your face.

“You look so fucking cute like this.” he can tell his compliment perks you up and he does not stop there.

“Come now, open that pretty little mouth for daddy.” he says, tapping his member on your lips. A bit of his precum leaks onto you and he uses the tip of his cock to spread it across your lips. The sigh that leaves his body makes your heart skip. And when you part your lips slightly, he presses down with his thumb popping himself into your mouth. Your eyes widen a bit at the surprise of the expanse he takes up ,practically engaging your gag reflex. 

“Fuck that’s good babe.” he says grabbing your hair, angling your face further up so he simply fits straight into your throat. “Mmmm.good girl. Take me just like that.” he praises. You can feel your insides light up at that positive response and can’t help yourself from feeling your pussy juices drip down your leg. He extends his arm down to you, and when you move to take it he lifts you up, swinging you over his shoulder, to the bed.He sets you down much gentler than you had expected.

“Open your legs baby” he coos while hovering over you. You try to squeeze them tighter, almost embarrassed by how much you were leaking all over his bed but, he works one strong hand in between the middle of your upper thighs and spreads them before you get the chance to continue your protest. 

“It’s to big” you protest but,he hushes you. Slowly he pushes into you, deeper and deeper, letting out a low growl once he finally finds himself fully inside. 

“That’s it darling, make space for me.” he whispers. You can’t stop the noises that escape your lips as he ruts into you,complementing and praising you the whole way.

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Crush | Henry Cavill x Reader

You and Henry have history but a fevered moment finally unleashes what you both have always denied yourselves.  

Henry Cavill x Reader (written inclusively) 

Word Count: 799 

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI.  pure smut, P in V, slight size kink

The crush of him, like a concrete block on a bed of flowers, would have been alarming if it weren’t so utterly blissful.  He was made of steel and brick and stone and every square inch of your body was pinned beneath his, the sweet crush from his body leaving room for nothing but submission.  His elbows were propped on either side of your head and his hands were free to cradle your skull, urgently directing your lips to his, his nostrils flaring with a rushed inhale like he was consuming you and not air.  His lungs growing full of you and his broad chest smashed against your pert nipples, he grunts with his lips in your ear and he snakes his arm between your bodies and grabs the thick girth of his cock.  

You let out a mewl in anticipation of him.  The millions of moments -- complicated, sorrowful, wretched, hopeful moments-- led you this beautiful crush.  It was him or death.  Him or misery.  Him or perpetual solitude.  Only him.  In the sweet submission of his arms you see now how it was always destined to end this way and your agony was for naught.  You were built, like God’s hands immersed in pliable clay, for him and he for you.  His urgency was your confirmation.  

Despite the pleasant sting of your lungs begging for air, you manage to spread your legs wider, almost unconsciously, your body welcoming the only fate it was made for.  You feel the bulbous head of his rod kiss the wetness of your ready folds before pushing further, the stretch of him leaving you gasping for air.  His lips consume yours, faces smashed and muffled moans escaping only when you emerge for breath.  He pushes in slowly, knowing his own intimidating size, and you feel the pleasant glide of his steely cock in your canal.  His back is hunched as his hips find their final seat firmly against your wetness, his heavy balls settled against your folds and the base of his cock kissing your swollen nub.   

He pauses here, his cock warmed in your pink walls but still, but his lips don’t stop their lustful consumption.  You whimper as he consumes you, desperate for his force.  You want to be torn.  Ripped.  Annihilated.  Devoured.  

“please,” you whisper between kisses.  “Hen please,” you beg again, surprised at the wobble in your voice, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes.  

“Breathe love,” he commands you and you take a shake breath as he begins his thrusts in earnest.  His face is painted in restraint, a man aware of his size and force and afraid of his own desire.  His jaw clenches as he ruts deeply into you, the movements even and measured.  He forbids himself from succumbing to the parts of him that want to plunder you as if he were rabid.

But he was rabid.  His mind is scrambled at the ways your lush cunt is hugging his rigid cock.  The way your pink mouth gasps for air under him.  The way your tits are smashed into his chest, your pebbled nipples begging for attention.  The way your legs lace around his back like a vine anchoring an abandoned house back to the Earth.  

Your body bounces rhythmically under him, already emitting tiny whimpers at the force of him.  You squeeze your eyes shut at each punch of his head into your cervix.  But you sense his restraint.  His reverence of you is like a wall cast in stone long ago- built for safety and protection but isolating and distancing.  

“Hen” you breathe out, opening your eyes to find him.  You see the set of his jaw and the furrow of his brow - masking a lust he feared would harm you.  “Hen,” you repeat, taking your hands to either side of his face.  His eyes open and find yours, his grunts still escaping his lips.  

“fuck me,” you beg.  “please.”

“I’ll hurt you,” he replies.  “I can’t hurt you again,” he says, a testimonial to the days and months and years that brought you to this moment.  

“please,” you urge him, “I want you to fuck me.”

“If I start I won’t be able to stop myself,” he admits and you know he’s truthful.  You fear his power but crave it.  Crave the destruction.  

“I don’t want you to,” you answer.

For a flash, his expression is pained, the torment of the pain he knows he’ll inflict. But as soon as it’s come it’s gone again, his eyes growing dark as he submits to the lust lapping at him.  Animalistic, he pounds into you, a carnal gasp escaping your lips as the air is pressed from your lungs under him.  

He fucks you.  And the delicious crush of him tips you into bliss.

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I’VE GOT YOU - STEPPING UP - AN ORIGINAL SERIES

WARNING/S: language, mentions of child abuse, police, underage drinking

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“Hey Bee” Henry says, holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he stirs the beef and vegetable stew currently cooking away in the slow cooker. He’s been looking forward to this all day, even baked some fresh sourdough to go with it.

“Uncle Hen… can you… come get me… please?” Poppy, his 16 year old goddaughter, gasps between sobs, making his stomach go cold.

“What’s wrong sweetheart, what’s happened?” he asks, quickly putting the lid back on the crockpot and switching it to the ‘keep warm’ setting as his heart starts to race. If something’s happened to his little bee…

“Mum n’ Dad… hate me… kicked…I can’t...” she stammers, sounding like she’s barely able to get any air, making him panic even more.

“Pop, sweetheart, I need you to stop and breathe for me, I can’t understand you…” he tells her, trying to keep his voice as calm as he can so she doesn’t panic even more.

He lets out a quiet breath, relaxing slightly when he hears her starting to take long, deep breaths

“That’s it Pop, good girl… talk to me, what’s going on?” he asks, starting to look around for his wallet and keys. He could have sworn he put them on the kitchen table after his run this morning.

“Mum and Dad… kicked me out” she tells him, making him stop in his tracks.

“They what?!” he half yells in shock. There’s no way she just said what he thinks she did.

“Uncle Hen, they called the police… I’m scared” she whispers, her voice cracking. It makes his heart break as anger boils to the surface. He’s going to kill her parents.

“Poppy, I’m coming. Stay on the phone with me sweetheart” he says, finally spotting his wallet and keys on the buffet in the corner of the dining room.

“O… OK… please hurry” she begs as he grabs his keys and bolts out the door.

“Poppy!” Henry calls out as he opens his car door, his heart pounding in his chest. He’d spent the 15 minute drive to get to her filled with rage, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel.

He can’t fathom how, or why, her parents could do this.

“Uncle Hen” she cries, pushing past the female officer standing in front of her and racing over to him, leaping into his arms.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, you’re ok” he tells her, cradling the back of her head as she buries her face in his neck and breaks down.

“Please don’t let them take me Uncle Hen… please” she begs, holding onto him in a vice grip.

“No one’s taking you anywhere sweetheart, I promise” he whispers, rubbing her back as he watches the female officer from before slowly making her way over to them.

He prays she doesn’t say he can’t take Poppy home with him.

“Hi, I’m PC Daniels” she says quietly, looking at him with a sympathetic smile as Poppy lets out shuddery breaths, trying to calm herself.

“Henry, Poppy’s godfather… what happened??” he asks, running his fingers through Poppy’s hair and gently massaging the back of her scalp the way she loves.

“I’m not exactly sure. My partner and I responded to a call of a domestic dispute and when we got here she was on the front steps hysterical. My partner’s inside talking with her parents now”

“They don’t want me anymore” Poppy mumbles into his neck before resting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him, her face all red and puffy.

“Oh Bee” he says sadly as he gently sets her down, brushing her hair out of the way as he looks at her heartbroken face, all red and swollen from crying.

“I… I got home from football practice and Mum and Dad told me to pack my bags and get out. They’re done, they don’t want me anymore” she tells him as tears start welling in her eyes again, her chin quivering as she tries not to break down again.

“You’re going to come home with me” he says, wiping the tears away before quickly glancing at PC Daniels out of the corner of his eye and letting out a small sigh of relief when she nods.

“Let’s go get a bag packed” PC Daniels says, giving Poppy a soft smile as she holds her hand out towards her.

She just stares at it for a few seconds before looking at Henry with worry all over her face.

He doesn’t blame her. Her world’s just been turned upside down and she didn’t know what to think

“It’s OK Bee, I promise” he tells her as he kisses the top of her head, his heart aching at seeing her so scared.

She nods and cautiously takes PC Daniels’ hand, following her inside just as her parents come out with another officer.

Henry watches in anger as she shys away from them, almost cowering in fear.

“What the fuck Richard?!” he demands as soon as Poppy is out of earshot.

“Hen…” Richard says cautiously, almost like he’s trying to calm the furious 6’1” man in front of him.

“NO! SHE’S SIXTEEN! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” Henry roars, his chest heaving as PC Daniels’ partner steps in front of him, blocking him from getting to Poppy’s father.

“I was out of the house at fifteen, she needs to be independent sometime” Abigail, Poppy’s mother, says with a shrug.

“Are you fucking kidding me Abi?! Your parents neglected you so you’re gonna do the same to your daughter?!” he snaps, his blood pressure rising by the second

“It’s not neglect” Abigail replies definitively, crossing her arms.

“Oh I’m sorry, I worded it wrong. CHILD ABANDONMENT!” he yells, making Abigail stumble back in shock at Henry yelling in her face.

“Hey! Don’t you dare speak to her like that” Richard snaps, making Henry let out a low growl.

“OK, let’s take a step back and calm down, I really don’t want to have to arrest you” PC Daniels’ partner says, quietly enough that only Henry can hear him.

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a mother Abigail, and you Richard… I don’t even know who you are anymore. Don’t bother coming into work tomorrow, you’re fired. This friendship is over. You disgust me” Henry spits towards the man he’s known for over twenty years as his daughter comes out with a large duffel bag over her shoulder.

“Hey Kal” Poppy says quietly, kneeling down and fussing over the Akita bouncing around excitedly at the appearance of one of his favourite people.

“You hungry Pop? I made that beef stew you love” Henry says as he sets her bag down in front of the entry stand before putting his keys and wallet in the tray on top.

“No” she says quietly, shaking her head as her stomach lets out a loud growl, betraying her.

“Are you sure?” he asks, raising his brow at her playfully.

“Maybe a little” she replies, chewing her lower lip a little.

“Go choose a movie, I’ll be in soon” he tells her, nodding towards the living room.

He watches as she goes and curls up on the couch under a blanket, Kal stretching out next to her, his head resting on her lap.

Letting out a sad sigh, he heads into the kitchen and starts serving up their dinner, looking over at her every few minutes, his heart breaking more every time.

He can’t understand why her parents did what they did, she’s an amazing kid. He’s beyond proud of the young woman she’s becoming.

“Uncle Hen” she calls out, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Yes sweetheart?” he says, looking over at her curled up with Kal.

“Can I um… can I have a drink?” she asks cautiously.

He pauses for a moment, thinking. Normally it’s her dad that makes this decision… but now he’s her dad, kind of. He’s the one responsible for her.

He looks back at her as she chews on her thumbnail and realises just how much he wants a drink too.

What harm would one glass of wine do?

“One” he tells her, opening one of the overhead cabinets and pulling out a bottle of Sophie, his fiancée’s, favourite red.

He finishes dishing up their food before opening the bottle and pouring each of them a glass, as well as an ice water.

“Don’t tell Soph” he tells her with a wink as he carries everything over and sets it on the coffee table.

“It’s our secret” Poppy says quietly, smiling at him.

She gently shoo’s Kal off the couch and gets the smaller bowl of stew, stirring it round with her spoon and dipping a piece of fresh sourdough into it before staring at it.

“You gotta eat Pop. It doesn’t have to be much but you need to have something” he tells her, watching her as she dips the piece of bread again.

“What did I do wrong?” she whispers, her voice breaking.

“You have done nothing wrong, you understand me, absolutely nothing” he tells her as he gently wipes her eyes, his heart breaking that she thinks this is her fault.

“Then why?” she asks, looking at him, her eyes full of fresh tears.

“I wish I could tell you Bee but I don’t know, I’m so sorry” he says, kissing her forehead.

“I don’t wanna go back, if they change their minds, I don’t…” she says quietly, biting her lower lip to try and keep her tears at bay.

“You don’t have to. You will always have a home with me Pop, always” he tells her, meaning every word. He will do everything in his power to make sure she doesn’t have to go back to her parents.

She nods at him before biting into her bread, letting out a small hum as she chews. She’s always loved Henry’s cooking and this is no exception.

They eat in silence, neither one of them really paying attention to Shrek playing on the TV.

It’s one of Poppy’s favourites. Welcome to Duloc normally has her in tears of laughter, but not tonight. The world’s funniest joke wouldn’t make her laugh.

After a while she puts her half empty bowl back on the coffee table and picks up her wine, swallowing it down in a few mouthfuls before slouching back against the couch and hugging her knees to her chest, trying to make herself as small as she can.

“Come here” he says quietly, holding out his arm. She quickly slides across the couch and curls into his side, letting out a content hum as he wraps his arm around her.

“Thank you” she whispers, trying to snuggle closer to him.

“You never have to thank me for this. I’m always going to be here for you, as long as I’m breathing I’ll be here, I promise” he tells her, pressing a few kisses to the top of her head before turning his attention back to his food

It’s not long before she dozes off, making him smile when she starts making quiet noises. She’s done it for as long as he can remember, mumbles nonsense in her sleep.

“Pop, sweetheart” he says quietly, rubbing her upper arm as she stirs.

She lets out a grumpy whine and looks up at him pouting, annoyed at being pulled from her sleep.

“Let’s get you to bed, you’re exhausted” he tells her, trying not to laugh at how cute she looks.

“Can I stay with you… just tonight??” she mumbles, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Of course you can, come on” he says before helping her up and guiding her to his room, Kal following closely behind them.

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Snuggles with Sherlock

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Warnings - Soft Fluff /Pregnancy announcement - protective sherlock

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It had a few days now and your new husband Sherlock Holmes and genius thinker, he noticed Y/n Holmes had not being feeling very well lately and he wondered as to why.

The newly weds found themselves thrown upon the mercy of Edith whom knew Enola Holmes Sherlock's sister. " Oh my! Mrs Holmes? How on earth are you going to manage without your husband? Where is he"? Edith questions you, " I'm afraid hes been called away on business again by Lestrade from Scotland Yard"! Edith was not best pleased, she seemed to notice it too. " Begging your pardon madam but are you sure your quite well"? Edith asked as she hauled the luggage upstairs 221B Baker Street, " yes of course I'm quite well I Thankyou for asking though"! Y/n chuckles. You were standing out of blue the room begun to spin, and you fell.

" Oh my Goodness! Mrs Holmes"! Edith shouted, just as Enola arrives, " Y/N oh my yes I'll fetch my brother"! Enola ran yo Scotland Yard out of breath she panted as she knocked on Lastrade's office door.

" Sherlock thank the lord! Y/N's had a fall Ediths with her you're needed back home"! Enola told her brother, in a panic Sherlock looked at Lestrade whom was lost and seemed puzzled at the great detective had married.

Edith had stripped of you of your clothes and put you in a Lacey and cotton nightgown, The carriage ride home was a slow one but nonetheless it did the trick Sherlock and Enola had arrived back home.

" Y/n my darling"! Sherlock shouts there was no answer he knew likely why you maybe sleeping because of trauma to your head.

Edith was sat on the bed nursing you, when Sherlock your husband appeared in the doorway looking stricken with grief for you he was helpless he walked slowly to your bedside taking your ashen coloured hand into his he kissed it. Edith smiled at the tender scene before. " Dearest! I'm so sorry I... I'm a helpless idoitc fool"! He cursed. As you slept Edith advised your husband to send for a physician. " Thankyou Edith I appreciate what you've done so much"!Sherlock smiled, Edith took one look back at you and then turned back to Sherlock, " Just look after her"! Edith scolded him with a smile, Sherlock shut the door quietly sos not to disturb your rest.

A few hours later You began to come round, " Sher.... Sher .... Sherlock"! You crooked out. Sherlock's face when he saw you awake was one of pure joy and terror that he nearly lost you.

" Oh my darling .... (Sherlock kisses the back of your hand then puts it to his cheek) my dearest y/n I thought I'd lost you"! Sherlock crossed the room, tears brimming his eyes. You smiled weakly at him, " Hush I'm fine my dear I'll be fine again a few days time you'll see"! You told your husband. " No my darling sweetness you must rest I shall not hear if you getting out of bed otherwise I shall send for Edith to keep you safe"! Sherlock said determined.

A few days had gone by, and you still were forbidden to leave your bed by your husband you knew he meant well. On that Monday morning a physician had come calling by to check on you and your condition. It seemed that there was something wrong with you but not entirely unusual for a woman whose just married.

The physician went outside to talk to your husband. " Tell me what's the matter with my wife"? Sherlock asked frantic with worry. The physician smiled " she is resting you should go and see her she should be right as rain in a day or two you see Mr Holmes it takes time for a woman's body to adjust to .... whatever it is that your wife suffers from.... Good day to you Mr Holmes"! Your husband showed the physical out his words rung in his head.

she is resting you should go and see her she should be right as rain in a day or two you see Mr Holmes it takes time for a woman's body to adjust to .... whatever it is that your suffers from.... Good day to you Mr Holmes"! The words rung out in Sherlock's head as if he was somehow in an trance.

" Enola! You spoke as you lay in bed, " Can you go and find your brother for me sweetie I need to speak to him"? You asked with a tender smile, Enola smiled at you squeezing your hand gently then went to fetch her youngest brother from the drawing room.

" Sherlock Y/n needs you"! Enola told him.

Bounding the stairs two at him he opened the door to see you sat up in bed with your long hair plaited and tied with a white ribbon at the end. He beamed as he came to your bedside taking your hand kissing it.

" My Darling what is it? Whats wrong"? Sherlock asked, as he kept hold of your hand, " I.... I...I'm with Child Sherlock y..you're going to be a father"! You sobbed.

" A child.... You are with child"! Sherlock's brain struggling to comprehend it, " Yes my love! You are to be a father"! You choked out, as you held your hand, " Come give me your hand husband"! He watched as you placed his large hand upon your tiny bump, " Our baby sherlock! ... Our own baby Holmes"! You beamed with tears rolling down your cheeks, Sherlock took off his jacket and his waist cost along with watch inside and his boots and placed arm about shoulder, allowing your head to rest upon his right strong shoulder he kissed your forehead gently, " my darlings I love you so much the both of you"! He beamed, " Y/n Sweetness please God don't over tire yourself you're not alone now darling with a little Holmes remember"! Sherlock pleaded as he snuggled into you forgetting all about Lestrade and his cases. Enola Holmes the funniest kindest girl nothing like her aloof brother Mycroft Holmes.

" Goodmorning Y/n"! Chirped Enola with a smile.

" Goodmorning darling! Aren't you supposed to be with that Tewkesbury young man"! You point out.

" No hes since disappeared"! Enola tells you.

" Oh dear that's a shame"! You reply.

" How are you and little Holmes"? Enola asks afriad of touching your bump.

" Go on its okay hes the size of a pea at the moment but he'll grow,"! You smile as reach for her hand.

" Is my brother off somewhere .... with that Lestrade again"? Enola asked.

" he's infuriating I can't get away from him and neither can Sherlock he has a pregnant wife here and still Lestrade sees for to keep him late"! Enola growls to herself.

" Enola! Sweetie .... Your brother will be home soon enough don't you worry"? You assure her.

A few hours later Sherlock returns home to Baker Street where his wife was in the drawing room reading a romance novel of all things in her nightgown and robe hair in a plait again with the same white ribbon tied at the bottom, though he was thrilled to see in the parlour reading one of your favourite books Sherlock couldn't help but fuss over you. " Goodmorning my darlings how are you and my little Holmes doing this morning? Are you sure you should be out of bed my dear.... you still look a little pale"! Sherlock came to kiss you upon the cheek then he got on his knees in front of you to kiss your bump. You chuckled at him with a hand running though his silky curls. " Sweetheart hes the size of a pea at the moment"! You explained, " I know but I cannot help it, darling"! Came Sherlock's response kissing your head.

As the day unfolded Sherlock at his desk one eye on the case and one upon you, he continued to study it occasionally looking over at you.

That was until he happened to look up and see your head slump foward dropping the book on the floor. Rounding his desk he hastened to your side. " Come .....To bed with you my love"! Sherlock scooping young his arms and carrying to bed.

Sherlock placed you in bed sweeping your long red hair away from the flame of the candle. He kissed you upon the forehead then bent to kiss your stomach once more. " Rest my darlings I shall be up presently"! He whispered into your hair. With that you fell asleep for the evening, true to his word your husband retired to bed coming to you and very small little Holmes.

He undressed and got beside you wrapping you in his warm embrace his hand on your stomach protecting you both from harm. " I'm here my darlings I'm not going anywhere Goodnight my love I'll be here when you wake up"! Sherlock whispered Into you ear delightfully snuggling you and the bump that he secretly hoped would be his son.

The end.....

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Peace

Henry Cavill x Fem! Reader

a sequel-esque post to spinning.

requested by the angel: @canpillowscry

a/n: thank you for being the most patient person to ever exist. i admire your kindness and understanding. this has been a piece in the making but now its finally yours to have. i hope you enjoy it. thank you!

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y/nupdates : Chris Evans spotted with actress singer Y/n L/n hanging around London. At the same time Henry Cavill, Y/n's husband and famous actor, is seen not far from the pair walking his dog Kal. Scott Evans has also been rumored to be in London as well. Is this a trip to London for the iconic friend group or just a coincidence?

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y/nloveshenry: yes because it’s crazy for people to be at the same place…

witchercinema: what in the multi universe??

chrisevansupdates: we’ve seen cheating rumors between Chris and y/n being spread around and that’s wild because if you knew anyone in that group you’d know they would NEVER! let’s put those to rest, honestly it contributes to the idea that women and men can’t be platonic which is harmful.

y/ndaily: she’s so cute omg please

henrycavillfan: long hair and beard era??

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thisisy/n: travels with my true love, kal. 🤍 ps. the tiktok is totally me & scottevansgram 😂

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scottevansgram: us. also let it be known that i did take those Polaroids!!

kalsstepmom: omg to have a friendship like scott & y/n is myself life goal

everyonelovesy/n: i just KNOWW she ft scott after every decision and then comes to the conclusion that it was totally worth it and they would do it again 😭

henrycavill: thank you for becoming my home

y/nforevermore: KAL CONTENT YESS

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henrycavill: my sunshine, my peace.

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lilyrosedepp: I am so obsessed with your wife💋

paulbullion: a love for the ages

everyonelovesy/n: im on the floor sobbing this is so cute omg

y/ncavillunofficial: oh to be married to henry..

thisisy/n: I love you so much, there’s not a moment that goes by that you don’t cross my mind.

chrisevans: 🤍🤍

The friend group we didn't know we needed

We love celebrity friend groups because they are just like us but without the fancy clothes, expensive trips, and well, the fame. They pull us in and their captivating nature makes us want to know more and see more!

Update accounts and Paparazzi are the ways to keep up with these iconic friends! They don't post much about this trip together on social media but the public got a glance into their vacation activities stripping them of all privacy that they would've had otherwise. Though we suppose that comes with the nature of being famous. Good or bad, this insight into the lives of some of the most beloved celebrities enables the parasocial relationship that fans have to grow further.

Update accounts and Paparazzi are the ways to keep up with these iconic friends! They don't post much about this trip together on social media but the public got a glance into their vacation activities stripping them of all privacy that they would've had otherwise. Though we suppose that comes with the nature of being famous. Good or bad, this insight into the lives of some of the most beloved celebrities enables the parasocial relationship that fans have to grow further.

With Chris wrapping up filming for his film with co-star Ana De Armas in London, it was the perfect vacation spot as Henry and y/n spend most of their time in London, with a quick flight Scott could join them. What a great plan, though this is all just speculation. Whatever the reason for them all being here, they seem to be having a beautiful time and we are inspired to book our tickets to London too! For continuous updates on your favorite celebrities, subscribe to our newsletter!

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How have I never seen this before?!

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Me knees just buckled 🥲

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Omg I saw this video earlier and didn't notice it 😭

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No wonder fans want him cast as Rikkard Ambrose😂

[henrycavillisdaddy]

Bet some of you didn't see it

in the JL Synder Cut. But there he was Zak Synder pulling a Where's Waldo in his own way. Gotta love him for it.

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Believing

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Dating was always a nervous process, for many a person but for Y/n L/n it seemed impossible, she hated being alone though she had one particular view, ' that she's only jumping into book worlds to find friends because they don't judge you as people do in reality' so the dating game is back on, her friends in tied out one Friday evening at the local pub in Kensington where you regularly go out (not that you see anyone of note) you got ready and planned your outfit, sexy but not too sexy.

(Y/n's night out outfit)

Your disability forbade you from wearing heels so it was your black flat pumps you were going to have to wear.

You tried accepting it, but it just was far too hard to so you gave in. Not complaining about the pain you suffered sometimes from the distance you covered about your house and about in public.

You never cared what other people thought you just got on with it no matter what the world threw at you.

Cerebral palsy was a not illness it's a condition which affects either side of your body the medical term was Hempligia Cerebral palsy where the weakness could appear in either side of you.

Most Friday nights you spent watching The Tudors on DVD as you were a huge fan of Henry Cavill.

The taxi arrived right on time you smiled grabbing your bag you headed out the door. Your friends from work greeted you with a enthusiastic waves from inside the london cab.

" We so have to get you with someone tonight y/n"! Your friend Hannah told you.

" I've told you I'm not looking for anyone"! Came your reply.

" that's rubbish! Y/n we'll find you someone tonight you'll see"! Hannah continued.

A short while later the cab pulled up outside the pub named The Builders arms.

You were nervous about stepping out of the cab, until a tall dark haired fimilar faced well known stranger came to assist you.

" May I help"? He asked that fimilar white broad smile and those muscles and bright blue eyes.

" Yes please! If you could .... take my hand and help me down I'd be more grateful"! Y/n repiled

" yes of course in fact why don't you give both of them then I'll help you out that way"! He suggested, his breath was warm as it wafts across your cheek, you no idea who this guy was who was helping you.

You readily complied and placed your two hands in his warm, large and strong, that gentle gracious smile across his face as he helped you down out of the cab.

" Right now gently because this path isn't the easiest to stand on"! He warned, you stepped out with him still gripping your hands in his, " I'm Henry by the way! Henry Cavill"!

You couldn't hide your smile you knew it was him but you were just too shy to say anything, knowing what your friends were doing to you or going to do you were in luck.

" I'm y/n l/n! Thanks for helping me again"! You gave him you most beautiful smile. That was it he was gone he saw you and fell for you.

" it's a pleasure to meet you Miss l/n"! A lovely young woman like you shouldn't out in scruffy old place like this"! He teased with a wink.

" I wouldn't have come out tonight but these two insisted"! You nudged your head toward the two other women getting out the taxi with you! Hannah watched you have a conversation with Henry while the two of them left you to it.

" Well may I say but I'm glad they did! You look rather .... i hope I'm not being too foward very beautiful this evening"! Henry beamed at you. His eyes seemed to be glued to yours, as he spoke.

" Thankyou I never would have expected to see you here"! You say shyly.

" I do come here when im not working letting my hair down! So to speak ... Come let's get you inside you must be freezing here take my arm"! Henry offered you his arm as you continued toward the door to enter the pub. " you didn't have to do that Henry I can walk myself although with a wobble here and there but otherwise I'm fine"! You reply

" Nonsense! What kind of man would I be if I allowed you to slip and hurt yourself hmm"! Henry smiled

You were struck by how handsome and good natured he was. You thanked him again " thanks for your help henry"! You smile you're blue eyes ablaze with hope. " My pleasure you're more then welcome"! Came Henry's reply, from the look hannah was giving yo u it was quite clear that she thought Henry was the one. " In fact why don't you and your friends come and join us outside I promise you we're safe under my watch anyway"! Henry invited you and your friends to have drinks with him, you're throat went dry you didn't know what to say you knew he was a mega famous movie star but Jesus this was intense.

" okay if your sure"! Your reply came, " Absolutely! Besides it would give me a chance to hey to know you a little more"! Henry confessed whispering in your ear. You were nervous about telling him about your disability and how you got it was hard for you to explain to anyone let alone a mega famous movie star.

As you were a fan of him, your hid that fact away from him too you didn't want him thinking you were a complete lunatic with thing for well seeking actors out on purpose. When in fact it was Hannah who suggested it, " May I ask why your still alone? In the sense of no sufficient other"! Henry asked whispering in your ear you hummed a little then breathed out thinking to yourself " get ready for the pity looks"!, " well I've always been a bit of loner and a bookworm you see I have a condition called Cerebral palsy which affects my right side I don't usually do this .... tell strangers my medical story! I was born with it I lost all hope i guess finding the one"! You told Henry, Henry looked at you and smiled broadly " Miss L/N! You are an absolute amazing young beautiful woman why on earth no one has even snapped you up .....is frankly ashoning"! You felt yourself warm into him, he saw you shivering and he placed his jacket about your shoulders with his strong arm about you slightly unconsciously leant into his touch, he felt it and kissed you on the head while your two friends Hannah and Jess weren't looking.

A few hours later ......

It was getting late and Henry and you had hit off straight way, you're eyes were dropping and he knew you were tired. Hannah and Jess had gotten to chatting to two guys standing inside the pub. " Would you like me to take you home sweetheart? Come on darling your done in .... let's get you home and safe hmm"! Henry offered as he stood to help you up. The two of you walked toward his place and he let you in his massive American Akita coming bounding toward you regnoized him he was your favourite dog Kal. " Come on Sweetheart lets get you settled first"! He guided you over to the setee in the lounge it was grey and very comfy, he noticed how incredibly cold you were. Kissing the top of your head again he left you snuggled into the setee when he returned he came back with a hoodie and a pair of warm slacks. " Come here gorgeous let's get you out of this hmm don't worry I've seen it all before"! He assured you with a tender smile he turned away like the gentleman that he is. " I'm ready"! You squeaked low, when he turned to face you you were wearing his hoodie that buried you his slacks went over you're feet. " My goodness how cute do you look y/n hmm too cute ..... Come here let me cuddle you"! Henry smiled as you leant into his welcoming warm strong embrace. Before long you had fell asleep in his arms and he carried you bridal style upstairs into his bed.

He gently set you down in the bed, stripping himself of all his clothes he climbed in the bed beside you. Lifting your head so it lay on his chest he sighed and whispered into hair. " Goodnight my gorgeous y/n sleep now I'll see you in the morning"! Henry whispered into your hair. What he didn't bank on though was how you could dream about him and literally whisper his name in your sleep he had to smile when at one point he turned on the lamp on the nightstand only to hear you talking to Charles he guessed it was Charles Brandon from the tudors you were talking to. He bent to kiss you twice on the brow " shh Sweetling! It's okay I'm here"! He soothed you stroking your hair as you slept in his bed

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Next Morning .........

Henry was up bright and early usually working out in his basement gym with Kal. You woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting though the house, you swung back the covers that Henry lay over you the night before and padded out of his bedroom you felt like an utter plank for falling asleep on him.

Henry finished his work out and was stood in the kitchen with his broad bare back to you after he thrown his t shirt in the wash, he was all sweaty and wet, his biceps were something to marvel at. When he felt your gaze on him he turned and held out his arms with a smile " Goodmorning princess! I'd have brought your breakfast in bed had you stayed there"! Henry told you as he wrapped his arms about you, nearly crushing you to death. " Hen! I can't stay un bed I have move about or my legs get stiff"? You repiled with a tired smile. Henry knew that last night he fell for you he just didn't want to scare you off by telling exactly that. " Now what about that nice cup of machine made coffee eh then we can go and get showered .... what we after that I'll leave your hands"! Henry smiled holding you at arms length kissing your forehead you closed your eyes. You could nor remember a time when you felt so happy. " b...but I can't use your shower"! You protested.

Henry decided that was not a statement to answer he just merely picked you up into those strong Superman arms and carried you back upstairs to the bathroom where he then turned on the shower and stripping you of your dirty night out clothes and the ones youd slept in. While you weren't looking he stripped himself of his clothes and got in behind you loving that sensation that your body felt against his. He pulled you back his against his furry chest you lay your head on his muscular toned chest, " Shall we get that hair washed hmm sweetheart"! He gently asked you kissing your cheek as you tentatively took a step forward for him to help you wash your hair. He begun rinsing your hair with the shower water as he hauntingly instructed you " bend your head back angel sos the soap doesn't go in your eyes"! You did exactly what he told to unbeknown to you yoire body was unconsciously reacting to him touching you it felt so tender and somewhat intimate between you the way he caressed your tender skin it sent goosebumps all over you. " Darling! What are you up hm are you thinking naughty thoughts young lady tut tut"! Henry teased as he ticked his tongue. You felt rather cheeky at that moment so you bobbed your tongue back at him. " Oi you! You're being a cheeky madam aren't you"! He playfully smarted at you with in a wink.

You couldn't say anything you were stunned that you even in the shower with him behind you. " whose my gorgeous princess,then hmmm"? He mused at you rinsing the soap away from your hair you laughed " I am"! Henry couldn't stop his smiling as he turned off the shower he stepped out wrapping a white fluffy towel round his middle holding one out and open for you to walk right into the warmth sending goosebumps trailing your skin again. You shivered from the cold hitting you as you stepped out. Despite you wanting to walk back into the bedroom Henry ever the gentleman Carrie's you in. You laughed at him at having to carry you everywhere about the house. " oh Henry! What are you like"! Henry wriggled his eyebrows at you choosing again not to answer you placing you down on the bed, he kissed the tip of your nose. He sat behind you gently towel drying tour long hair, " I'm not hurting you am I bunbun"? Henry asked tenderly, you silently you're head sending shower water droplets over him. After an hour your horn back downstairs you haunting though Netflix when you came across THE TUDORS you're favourite thing that you loved watching at home, Henry walked back into the lounge with Kal curled up at your feet keeping them warm, he smiled at the screen then at you. " Have you watched this before Sweetling"? Henry asked you as he settled beside you with his arm round tour shoulder you passed the remote to Henry, before you confessed to him " a dozen times when I'm at home alone and I'm left to dream about you beside me"! Henry's smile grew wider " well in that case angel ..... I think that's earnt you a kiss come here"! You relaxed into him as he pulled away as it begun to start.

" Huury Henners your going to miss it"! You yelled to him. Henry knew how beautiful you were he just didn't think it was the right time to tell you considering you'd only just met just last night. Now here you were with him actually sat on his setee watching THE TUDORS with him hopefully. Eventually Henry returned with two piping hot cuppas for both if you and your favourite biscuits too on a plate .... " English dunk tea"! He winked at you, carefully handing you yours " Careful angel its hot"! Henry pre warned you. As he retook his place at your side the two of you snuggled in the setee in Kensington happily watching THE TUDORS together.

That's what I call bliss and a dream come true! Want to know more second part will be coming soon so watch out!

THE END!

[hcbraziliansfans]

Como a WB teve a coragem de lancar aquele filme em 2017 daquele jeito? Um filme totalmente deformado pelos cortes, pelo CGI, pelo desrespeito? Como? Desrespeitaram todos que estiveram envolvidos no projeto. Desrespeitaram aos maravilhosos atores, ao Zack e família! Desrespeitaram o nosso querido Henry! Imagens Posted @withregram • @dreamcavill • I’m proud and pretty happy for the magnificent work of Zack and these six wonderful people ♥️ . #henrycavill #henrycavilledit #henrycavillfan #superman #fanpage #clarkkent #justiceleague #kal #kalel #zacksnydersjusticeleague #movie #dceu #cavill #cavillstan #dccomics https://www.instagram.com/p/CMvQ1Uihx81/?igshid=2zba0xha53xt

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Classic - A Henry Cavill FanFiction

Here you go guys, next one will be up by next week I promise! 💕 Hope you like it!

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Chapter 5

Belle's POV:

My eyes fluttered open and I blinked slowly, squinting at the watery sunshine that was leaking through the bedroom curtains that I'd apparently forgotten to close last night. I exhaled loudly and rolled over onto my back, sitting up in bed and letting out a groan when my head started to spin almost instantly. Oh fuck. I flopped back onto my pillows with a soft thud, all of a sudden realizing that I was lying in bed naked. What the fuck? Had I really gotten so drunk that I couldn't get my pajamas on last night? I never slept naked - at least, not without any underwear on. What on earth happened last night? 

I looked up at the ceiling and attempted to run through my thoughts, trying in vain to remember what the hell happened last night. I'd taken a half day at work so that I could pick up Marc and Amy from the airport in the afternoon. I remembered the happy squeals and hugs in the middle of the airport, I remembered driving them back to mine and settling them into my apartment and I remembered Marc's suggestion to go out for dinner and drinks. I groaned out loud - that was obviously where it had all gone wrong. 

The smell of cooking bacon began to waft into my room, along with the faint sound of someone moving about in the kitchen. I shook my head - it had to be Marc. He was the only person I knew who never got hangovers, no matter how much he seemed to drink. He could have an entire bottle of whiskey and be absolutely drunk out of his mind and the next day he'd still wake up looking and sounding like he'd just had 10 hours of relaxed, uninterrupted sleep. It was so incredibly unfair. I rolled over and sat up on the side of my bed, memories of drunken nights out with Marc and Amy running through my mind. They all seemed like so long ago. I smiled and let out a heavy sigh when my head started to spin again, instantly wishing that I too, was immune to hangovers.

Trying my best to ignore the headache that was slowly starting to form in my brain, I stood up and slipped on a pair of leggings and my favourite super soft blue jumper. Eyeing the messy pile of last night's clothes that I'd managed to dump at the foot of my bed, I bent down to inspect the mess and noted the huge red stain that now adorned the front of the navy wrap dress I'd been wearing. The memory of Amy spilling her red wine all over me suddenly played in my mind and laughed out loud, now understanding the sleeping naked thing. Of course. 

I stood up and ran my fingers through my messy bed hair, walking over to my bedroom mirror to assess the damage. I was surprised to find that my face didn't look too bad - for some unknown reason I always managed to wash my face and take off my makeup before going to bed, regardless of how drunk I was. Although my hair told another story, my bare face certainly didn't look like someone who'd had far too many glasses of wine last night. I pulled my wild slept in waves up into a messy bun and slipped on my glasses in the hope that they'd somehow help my slowly growing headache, deciding that this was as good as I was going to get this morning. Retrieving my phone from last night's purse, I opened my bedroom door and made my way out into the living room, smiling when Kyah came bounding over to me almost instantly.

"Top of the morning to ya!" Marc sang in his best Irish accent, grinning cheerfully as he flipped an egg over on the fry pan. I shook my head and laughed, bending down to ruffle Kyah's furry chest, "Isn't that an Irish saying?". Marc smiled as he took a sip of his coffee, "I dunno. Apart from in the movies, I can't say I've ever heard an Irish person actually say that to me" he replied with a shrug, his voice returning to normal with it's slight Scottish lilt. "How are you feeling?". I smiled as I stood up, glancing at Kyah as she trotted off back to Marc, "Clearly not as good as you" I remarked as I made my way into the kitchen, "My head has certainly felt better that's for sure". Marc grinned and offered me a mug of fresh coffee, "This should help with that". I smiled and took the mug gratefully, plugging in my phone charger and waiting for my dead phone to switch on.

"Amy not up yet?" I inquired as I took a sip of the hot coffee, closing my eyes briefly and savoring the warm liquid. Marc laughed and shook his head as he expertly served bacon and eggs onto 3 plates, "I don't know if she'll be up for a while yet. She didn't get much sleep since she spent most of the night with her head in the toilet". I laughed into my coffee, Marc chuckling at me when I almost spit it out. "It's been a long time since she's drank like that. A very long time". I shook my head and laughed again, glancing down at my phone as it finally switched back on. "I could say the same thing about myself. I barely even remember what happened last night" I admitted with an innocent shrug, grinning when Marc shook his head at me. "I mean I remember everything during the day and then you suggesting we head out for the night" I continued as Marc handed me a plate, "I remember dinner at ten-one-six because I told you guys you had to try their food, and then I remember our bar hopping through the city". Marc nodded as we both sat down at the table, Kyah hovering close by my side with her eyes trained intently on the plate in my hands. "The last place I remember was 'The Black Pearl''. Marc grinned at me through a mouthful of bacon, "Well, you haven't forgotten too much then because that's the last place we went to. And then Amy dropped her wine on you and we decided to call it a night".

I laughed and scooped up a forkful of hot, buttery eggs, my phone suddenly dinging at the same time that the spare bedroom door opened. Marc and I both turned towards the door, the two of us struggling not to laugh as someone who used to resemble our friend Amy emerged. I opened my mouth to greet her but was quickly silenced when Amy held up a threatening finger, her normally perfect blonde hair looking like a birds nest on top of her head. "Not a word from you two. I am NEVER going out with you guys again". Marc let out a throaty laugh and stood up from the table, heading into the kitchen to get Amy a much needed coffee. "Aw come on babe, you know that's not true at all" he exclaimed as Amy flopped down onto the couch and buried her head in the pillows, "I think you just need to remember what happens when you drink red wine". Amy made a lurching sound in the pillows as if the mention of wine was going to make her throw up again, rolling over onto her back and letting out an exhausted moan. "I'm never drinking again". Marc let out another laugh as he walked over to her with the fresh mug of coffee, bending down to kiss her forehead and handing her the mug, "Here you go love". Amy flashed him a sad, i-love-you-but-i'm-dying-inside smile and took the mug gratefully, closing her eyes and putting a pillow over her face.

I chuckled and turned back to my breakfast, already starting to feel better from the food. My phone let out another ding from its charging spot on the kitchen bench and I frowned wondering who would be messaging me on a Saturday morning. "Marc, do you mind bringing my phone over for me please?" I asked, figuring that I must have drunk messaged Ash or Jayde and they were now asking how I was this feeling this morning. I fed Kyah a small piece of bacon from my plate and chuckled when she moved even closer to me, her head practically resting on my thigh underneath the table. "Come and eat something babe, it might make you feel better" Marc said to Amy as he returned to the table and handed me my phone, "I made your favourite eggs". I thanked Marc just as Amy let out another sullen groan, feeding Kyah another piece of bacon as I opened up my phone. 

My eyes widened and I felt like my body was suddenly frozen in place, letting out a silent breath as I read Henry's name on the screen. Oh no. Please God tell me I didn't drunk dial Henry Cavill!  Marc, having noticed my suddenly frozen expression, nudged me underneath the table with his foot. "What's wrong? Why do you suddenly look like you've been shot?". Ignoring his question and willing myself to remain calm, I forced myself to open the message and held my breath as the words appeared on the screen.

Good Morning! Looks like you had a pretty big night last night love. Guessing you aren't feeling too great today? H x

I felt my stomach drop instantly. How did he know that I went out last night? Still holding my breath I quickly checked my call history, my chest deflating with relief when I saw that I'd made no drunken calls to anyone, let alone Henry. Oh thank God. "Hello, B?" Marc said suddenly, interrupting my thoughts as he nudged me under the table again, "What happened? What was that face for?". I opened my mouth to explain just as Amy popped her head up from the couch, holding out her phone towards Marc and I. "Jesus B I look like an absolute mess on your insta story. Did you really have to post that?" Amy asked with a groan, "You look like you're happy drunk and I look shit-faced". 

I let out a laugh and opened my Instagram to investigate, not understanding what she was talking about - I remembered posting a few photos from last night but nothing of drunk Amy. Marc snickered as I flicked through the photos, a video of Amy and I dancing and drunkenly 'cheersing' our drinks suddenly playing on the screen. "I was the one that filmed and posted that babe, not B" Marc exclaimed with a cheeky grin, earning a dagger glare from Amy which only made him smile more, "And you still look beautiful even when you're shit faced". Amy let out another groan and I laughed when Marc winked at her, it suddenly occurring to me that Instagram is how Henry would have known about me going out. I shook my head and laughed, trying not to be mortified that Henry Cavill - who had just asked for my number, had witnessed a video of tipsy me. 

Marc nudged me with his foot again just as Amy wandered over to the table. "What?" I asked as Amy sat down beside me, her expression looking like she couldn't decide whether the sight of food made her want to eat or throw up again. "What were you looking at before that made you look like you were going to be sick?". Amy made a tiny lurching noise at the mention of being sick, picking up her coffee mug and taking a tiny sip. I shook my head, "It was nothing, just thought I drunk dialed someone last night". Marc raised a curious eyebrow, clearly not convinced with my answer. "Why would that matter?" he asked, tilting his head, "Who did you think you drunk dialed?". Not having a quick response ready, I shook my head feigning innocence. Marc's eyes burned into my face and I could feel my resolve quickly slipping, trying my best to ignore him by turning back to my phone. I could feel Amy looking at me too now, the both of them clearly clued into the fact that I was hiding something from them. I let out a loud sigh knowing that I'd have to tell them both or they wouldn't stop, my resolve finally crumbling as I looked back up at them both. "Alright alright!" I exclaimed loudly, no longer able to deal with them both looking at me like that. Marc grinned sheepishly and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms and looking at me intently as he waited for me to speak. I rolled my eyes and put my phone down flat on the table, shifting in my chair and looking at the two of them. "I wasn't planning on telling you because I still can't really believe it myself. But, since I know you two aren't going to let this go" I explained, pausing momentarily to inhale deeply, "I've met somebody".

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"I can't believe you guys are making me watch this" I said as I shifted on the couch, Kyah letting out an annoyed groan at her disturbed position at my feet. "I can't believe you weren't going to tell us that you had a date with Henry Cavill!" Amy shot back from her spot on the adjacent couch with Marc, shaking her head incredulously as she looked from me to the TV and back again. I rolled my eyes at turned back to the TV, just in time to see Henry's gorgeous face appear on the screen beside Tom Cruise's. After I'd dropped the bomb that I had met - and had an upcoming date with Henry Cavill at breakfast this morning, Amy and Marc had stared back at me in shock before proceeding to inundate me with questions about him. I'd shared the entire story - from Kal almost knocking me over in the park to him asking me for my number, the two of them now understanding exactly why I'd been momentarily terrified that I'd drunk dialed someone. It had taken at least an hour for them both to come to terms with it, Amy then continuing to ask me questions about Henry for the rest of the day. Since it was Marc and Amy's last day in London and they were leaving tomorrow, we'd ended up going into the city and spent the day doing all of the typically 'touristy' type things. 

Later in the day Amy and I left Marc at home to go to the supermarket for dinner supplies, deciding that after last night's efforts, dinner and a movie at home was the plan for tonight. We'd returned home to find that Marc had searched for Henry on my Netflix and had the latest Mission Impossible loaded and ready to play on my living room TV. Settling down onto the couches after dinner, were now watching Henry in all his glory alongside Tom Cruise's famous spy character Ethan Hunt. "I've already explained why I didn't want to tell you guys" I replied looking at Amy and then back to the screen, letting out a silent laugh at the sight of Henry with a moustache. After seeing him in person with a perfectly chiseled, clean shaven jaw line, the facial hair just looked wrong. I grinned to myself - wrong, but certainly not at all bad. Mmmm. 

"Yes and I think that's bullshit. How could you not tell us, out of all people" Amy responded before taking a sip from her mug of tea, "As if we'd be anything but happy for you". I shook my head, "It's not that I think you wouldn't be happy" I replied taking a sip from my own mug, "It's more that its him and I don't know if it will even actually go anywhere. I mean, come on guys, it's Henry freaking Cavill. It's Superman!". Amy shrugged, "So what? And why wouldn't it? You're amazing B, any guy would be lucky to have you. He might be a superstar celebrity but he's still just a guy". I exhaled deeply, "I don't think you understand what I'm saying Ames". Amy opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by Marc. "I don't really care who he is B, I care that you're happy" he interjected, forever sounding like a protective older brother, "And seeing you talk about him this morning, you're clearly very happy about it". I scoffed, "I've met him twice, and it's Henry Cavill. Have you seen how god damn gorgeous the man is? What girl wouldn't be happy?" I retorted, gesturing to the TV screen and stifling another grin at the sight of Henry's moustache. Marc shook his head, "That's not what I mean. The point is, you're happy. It's been a long time since I've seen you smile like the way you did this morning B. At least not since Will--". His words were cut off as Amy elbowed him in the ribs, silencing him abruptly.

"Marc!" Amy hissed, her voice a whisper but still loud enough for me to hear, scolding Marc for mentioning him. I shook my head and flashed them a small smile, "It's fine Amy. It's okay". I let out a breath as the mention of his name brought memories flooding back, reaching down to pat Kyah and ignoring the feeling of the small lump in my throat. "I'm sorry B, I didn't mean to--". I turned back to Marc and gave him a reassuring smile, "It's fine Marc, really. No need to apologize. It's been over a year, it hurts a lot less than it used to". I smiled as Marc offered me a small, apologetic smile and Amy mouthed the word 'sorry', the three of us turning back to the TV in silence. I sucked in a silent breath and exhaled slowly, reminding myself that it was a long time ago and that it didn't matter anymore - there was no room in my mind or my heart for any of that anymore. The mention of his name no longer brought me to tears like it had initially, no longer did it feel like my heart was being ripped from my chest all over again. It was different now, now it just felt like an empty hole, an ache that was slowly, slowly, fading. I knew it would be gone eventually, a distant memory that one day I wouldn't feel anymore. As I looked back at the screen, Henry's face appearing once again, brooding, handsome and utterly gorgeous - even with the addition of a moustache, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, it would go because of him.

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Henry's POV:

I smiled down at my phone as Belle's Instagram story played on the screen, photos from her weekend flicking by. There were several photos of her and her friends out sight seeing from yesterday - pictures of them shopping on Oxford Street, going up on the London Eye and out the front of Buckingham Palace, and photos from earlier today of her saying goodbye to her friends as they departed at the airport. The pictures flicked to a video of Kyah running around at the park with a local border collie that I often saw when I was out with Kal, the story then ending with a selfie Belle had posted 45 minutes ago. It showed her at home on the couch wrapped snugly in a soft looking charcoal coloured blanket, a mug of tea in her hands and a book on her lap, a stunning smile on her face as she looked at the camera. 

I stared in awe at the photo on the screen, taking in her soft green eyes behind the black framed reading glasses, the faint sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks and the wide, happy smile on her face. Belle was absolutely gorgeous, everything about her was, and the more I looked at the photo the more I realized just how much I was looking forward to our date on Tuesday. It had been a long time since I'd asked a girl on a date - and even longer since I'd had a steady girlfriend, and though I knew I shouldn't have been thinking about anything moving that quickly, there was just something about Belle that made it impossible not to. I'd only met her twice and yet I felt completely enthralled by her already, unable to help my smile every time her name appeared on my phone. I couldn't wait to take her to dinner, wanting desperately to spend time with her and find out more about her. I breathed out loudly and looked back at the photo, suddenly wishing I was there with her now.

All of sudden the picture of Belle was replaced by an incoming call from my manager Dany, Kal rousing from his afternoon nap at the sound of my ringing phone. "Good afternoon Dany" I spoke after pressing the answer button, "How are you?". "Not bad love, but I do have a slight problem for you". I frowned, "Is everything okay? What's happened?". I heard Dany sigh on the other end of the phone, "They want you back in Hungary for some reshoots". I'd been flying between London and Hungary for the last few months while filming The Witcher, and had come back last week for a much needed rest after non stop filming since the New Year. They'd originally told me that I could have two weeks at home before heading back over for more filming. That apparently, was no longer the case. I exhaled deeply and leaned back against the kitchen bench already knowing what Dany was about to say, looking over at Kal as he dozed peacefully on his bed by the back door. "I know they said they were going to give you the two weeks off but they've unfortunately changed their mind. Lauren wants you back earlier, she said they need another few days to be up to date with the film schedule". 

I smiled at the mention of Lauren, the writer behind the series. She was an outgoing, bubbly personality, one of those people that it was impossible to be mad at. If Lauren was saying that she needed me back earlier, I knew it must have been for a good reason. She wanted the series to be absolutely perfect and knowing her, she'd probably had a new idea for a scene we'd already shot. "You can discuss another break when you see her again" Dany continued, the noise of her tapping on a keyboard sounding in the background of the call. I nodded, "So when do they need me back?" I asked, already thinking about what I needed to pack for Kal. "They want to start filming tomorrow morning" Dany answered, still tapping on her keyboard. I groaned silently, realizing that this meant I'd be on a flight out tonight. "Until when?". "Thursday, Friday at the latest". I cleared my throat and frowned, "So that means I can't take Kal with me?".

Wherever possible, Kal accompanied me on almost all of my trips away shooting. Travelling overseas however, meant that Kal had to go through quarantine before being allowed into another country - a process that could sometimes take up to a week. While it was okay for longer periods of shooting, it meant that bringing him on short overseas trips was essentially pointless. There was no point in going through the potentially long, drawn out process and having him stuck in quarantine for the entire trip, so short trips away meant that I had to call Sam, my regular dog sitter to look after him while I gone. "If you're only going to be gone until Thursday or Friday, I don't think it would be a good idea to bring him" Dany replied, her voice echoing my thoughts. "Okay, so what time is my flight?". "I'm in the middle of booking for you now love. Would you prefer later tonight or early tomorrow morning?". "Tonight thanks Dany. Is there anything?". A minute later I was booked on a 12.05am flight to Budapest, my phone call with Dany ending moments later. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked down at my watch - I had less than 7 hours before I had to be at the airport for my flight, and I still had to find someone to watch Kal, pack my things and head to the gym for a last session. 

I picked up my phone to call Sam, it suddenly occurring to me that I also had to call Belle - I wouldn't be around for our date on Tuesday. Disappointment clouded my thoughts as I realized I'd need to reschedule and it would be even longer until I got to see her again. I let out a loud, frustrated breath, hating the fact that I was starting whatever this could be out on a bad note. What if she said she didn't want to reschedule? What if she decided it would all be too difficult? I shook my head in annoyance and unlocked my phone, tapping on Sam's name and flopping down on the couch as the phone began to ring. Her voicemail picked up after a couple of rings, her bouncy voice explaining that she was currently away in Spain on a holiday and would be back at the start of May. Fuck. I hung up the phone and let out another frustrated breath, remembering that she had in fact told me that she'd be going away when she'd last looked after Kal.

As if he could sense that I was stressed, Kal got up from his bed and padded over to me, sitting loyally at my feet and resting his head on my thigh. I smiled and stroked his fluffy head, wondering who to call to look after him. Simon was my only brother that was close by and would be capable of looking after Kal, but I knew he'd been ridiculously busy with work so he wouldn't be an option. I hated putting Kal in kennels - the last time I did he was sad and moody for weeks, and it was unlikely that the one kennel I would consider would have availability given the last minute notice. I needed him to go to someone that would keep him busy and walk him every day, someone that I knew could handle the big bear.

I opened contact list to try my friend Ben as a last minute hope, my phone suddenly dinging with the alert of a new message. Belle. The smile was on my face in an instant - we'd been sending messages back and forth throughout the day and she'd just responded to my last message, along with a photo of a sleeping Kyah stretched out on the couch on top of Belle's legs.

Do you think this means I'm stuck on the couch for the rest of the night then?

I chuckled at the photo and immediately went to respond, an idea all of sudden hitting me. I needed someone who would walk Kal, keep him busy, and more importantly, knew how to handle big dogs. Who would be better at that than a vet? Before I could even think about the enormity of what I was asking, I found myself pressing the call button beside her name and listening to the phone dial. Four rings later, the gorgeous girl I'd been unable to stop thinking about, answered my call. "Hello Henry?"

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Chapter 6

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