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pascaloverx · 2 months

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DANGEROUS

CHAPTER THREE

Summary: You are a retired spy trying to live a normal life. Some time ago, a hired assassin named Tangerine tried to kill you. In response, you sought the help of an old acquaintance who could fake any death, August Walker. However, now your false identity is in jeopardy, along with your life.

Warnings: For now, the fanfic will not contain explicit content, but it will be flagged if it does in the future. However, there will be the use of strong language and moderate violence. Readers are advised. The characters August Walker and Tangerine do not belong to me but to their respective creators. Some other characters that belong to both Mission: Impossible (2018) and Bullet Train (2022) may appear in this fanfic. Other characters who are not part of these movies will be of my own creation. I hope you enjoy the reading

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"You used to be more creative when I met you. Binding a poor defenseless woman to a chair with handcuffs seems silly." You say trying unsuccessfully to free yourself from the damn handcuffs. It turns out that Tangerine managed to hit you with the butt of his gun, and when you woke up, you were handcuffed to a chair facing Walker, who was also restrained in a chair with handcuffs. It seems this time he couldn't break the handcuffs.

"Believe me angel, you don't know the plans I have for both of us but in front of the loser here it's better to keep up appearances." Tangerine blinks at you, smiling mischievously while Walker appears to be confused but remains silent.

"Do you really want to talk about this?" You ask as you look at Tangerine furiously.

"Didn't you tell the handsome mustachioed guy about our past together?" Tangerine has now got Walk's undivided attention. You close your eyes, getting mad at Tangerine. This is not the time to talk about this subject.

“What is he talking about, Y/N?” It's the first time August Walker has spoken directly to you since the two of you became Tangerine's hostages.

"Remember in Budapest a few years ago when you ended our partnership?" You say it, a bit resentful of admitting something you had been denying to yourself for a long time.

"I remember it being a mutual decision. We both knew that once we break off the professional partnership and have a romantic relationship it's best to give up the partnership." Walker says looking angry. Tangerine however is looking at the two of you while holding a gun in his hand and he seems to be enjoying watching you and Walker argue.

"That would only make sense if you had engaged in a romantic relationship with me afterwards. But that's not what happened." You say trying not to bring that hurt back. It took you a while to get over this whole situation.

"What does this idiot Tangerine have to do with this?" Walker asks impatiently. You get tense but decide to open the game.

"He was in Budapest too. He had to take someone to a big boss in the city. He and Lemon were there. And I let myself be carried away by resentment." You say, still not admitting everything but at least giving the context.

"Lemon is my brother who does the dirty work in the name of money. He's not here now but then he was." Tangerine speaks while smiling devilishly, You know he's very happy that you're exposing your past.

"To summarize. I joined the two brothers or twins as they are known and as a result, I ended up having a romantic relationship with Tangerine. It was casual but romantic." You speak, finally releasing the truth and Walker seems to be processing this.

"Are you telling me you left me for him?" August Walker speaks, almost getting up from the chair where he is handcuffed. Tangerine took the gun in his hands and pointed it right at Walker's head however.

"There was nothing to be left, Walker. I never had you. We were just partners on missions, and you made that very clear." You reply, feeling uncomfortable having this discussion in front of Tangerine.

"The truth, Walker, is that you gave me quite the partner with your stupidity. She's as good in action as she is in bed. In case you didn't know, but I bet you already do." Tangerine says, trying to provoke August. It seems to have worked.

"But after all, what do you want with us?" You try to change the subject as Walker appears furious. Tangerine then approaches you and touches your face lightly.

"Help from you. Someone has imprisoned my brother, which is pretty bad. This person wants both of you in exchange for him. My idea is this: you help me, and I won't turn you in. Otherwise, you can imagine what will happen. What do you think?" Tangerine speaks while caressing your cheek and looks directly at Walker. You observe Walker, who stares angrily at Tangerine.

"We accept." Walker says in a rude tone, surprising both you and Tangerine.

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funnyexel · 2 years

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Give Yourself To Me

August Walker x Black Female Reader

A/n: As promised I have provided a toe-gripping story (according to me) please read the warnings below, enjoy and don’t be shy to leave some love on this post

Warnings: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Consensual Non Consent, Cry Fetish, Fear Kink, Rough Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Foul Language, Name Calling, Stalker Behavior, Kidnapping

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You don’t remember. You can’t even if you tried. You simply woke up in his house one night. Your life, if you even had one, was all a blur. “Who are you?” You hesitated your words as you watched him from your corner. “I’m your boyfriend.” He said and you questioned it. “My boyfriend?” You took a deep breath and moved out of the corner, little by little. “I can’t remember you.” You frown. “I’m sorry…” Taking some steps closer to you, he sighs. “It’s okay.” His deep voice echoing around the room, he makes sure not to touch you. “What’s your name?” You ask him, wanting to rekindle what you once had. “August.” He replies, looking down to you. “I like your name.” You smile at him and he opens the door for you. Walking out the room with him, he walks you through his house. Showing you the living room, kitchen, bathrooms, his room and everything you needed to see. It was all one story so it shouldn’t be too hard to remember where everything is. “I’m not going to make you sleep with me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He says to you as you both look at his room through the door frame. You smile to yourself at his thoughtfulness.

A few nights in and you get to know him more each night. “Its probably annoying to hear me ask the same things over again.” You say, leaning your head on the couch. He shakes his head. “Its…” He paused, looking for the right word. “Refreshing.” Your eyebrows, scrunch together and you scoot closer to him. “How?” He turns off the tv so you both can talk without background noise. “Hard to say. It feels nice is all I’m saying.” He says, towering over you even while sitting. Sitting in each others invisible bubbles, you feel so close and warm. Your hand rested on his arm, easing your busy mind. His blue eyes captivating as you stare into them. The silence prompts him to hold your cheek. His hand rough and cold, yet you still leaned into his touch. Leaning down, he kisses you. Tenderly, his lips peck yours. Probably not wanting to rush you into anything, but you showed him otherwise. Moving your hands to hold his face and open your mouth to carry on the kiss.

That kiss was the only one you both shared for weeks. In the moment it felt right. It didn’t lead to anything, just a cute kiss and you functioned as normal. But when you would fall asleep in his presence, whether that be on the couch or in your room, he would be in your dreams. It was weird and you told him about it. He looked a little surprised when you would describe it to him in great detail. “That’s some dream.” He says and that would remind you thats all it was, a dream. Even when he would get rough and rowdy with you and not in a sexual way. Him pushing you around in your dream, made you distance yourself from him a bit. What if it was your memories coming back in the form of a dream? He noticed and you expressed your concerns to him. “Y/n, baby, do you hear yourself?” He leans on the kitchen counter and you shrug. “How am I supposed to compete with a dream? Your imagination is getting the best of you.” He shakes his head at you. “But August, its scaring me.” You fold your hands in front of you. “You’re being too sensitive. Its just a dream, there’s nothing to be scared about.” He picks up your chin as you begin to look down. “I’m offended that you’re painting me as someone who’d hurt you.”

“I..It wasn’t me, its the dream-“ He interrupts you as you try to justify your thoughts. “And that dream was yours. Unbelievable.” He moves to the other side of the kitchen to continue looking for food to eat. You stand there on the verge of tears. He was right, you were being too sensitive about a dream. A fabrication of your mind. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” You smile through a few tears as he ignores you. “August?” Tapping his shoulder hesitantly. “I’m sorry about the dream, it was insensitive of me.” You look at him and he kisses you on the cheek, smiling back at you. “I’m glad that you realized your mistake.” Its crazy how you didn’t recognize anything wrong with this conversation. Things only got worse from here. As more and more dreams flooded your mind every night as you went to sleep, you pieced things together. “Tell me!” He raised his voice at you and you flinched, refusing to speak anymore. Clearing his throat, he takes a deep breath. “You’re getting me upset but I’m calm now.” He says and your lip quivers. “I…you kidnapped me.” You whisper softly. His face oozes with frustration as he moves to get off the bed, you run. As quickly as your legs can possibly take you, your hands shake uncontrollably as you try to open the front door. “I tried to be nice but you don’t want that.” He says, grabbing you by the neck and dragging you.

“But I am pretty relieved because my patience was running so thin with you.” Your struggling is drowned out by his words as he walked you to the kitchen. Letting you go, you take a much needed breath and he pushes you against the counter. Caressing your shoulder, he yanks off your shirt. “August!” You yell, your hands racing to cover your exposed chest. He’s nowhere near stopping as he tugs on your shorts. Ripping it with his hastiness as he pulls them down your waist. Pooling at your ankles. You huff in frustration. Doing everything in your power to look away from him, he grabs your chin and with the straightest face. “Look at me.” He states, pulling your panties aside and sticking two fingers in. A shuddered breath leaving your lips. Your hands shifting from covering your breasts to unknowingly squeezing them. Even as its so wrong it feels dangerously right.

You’re so embarrassed, the wetness in between your legs all over his fingers. You looked to one side and then the other, even the ceiling. Anything to distract yourself from his fingers curling, moving in and out your cunt like nobody’s business. “no.” You weakly repeat, moving your hands from your breasts and doing your best to close your legs. He lets go of your chin and forces open your legs. Leaning down to your ear, he whispers. “Keep your legs open yourself or I’ll tie them.” You look at him as he leans back and open your legs. Taking out his fingers, you muffle a whimper. He glances at you as he lifts you onto the counter and spreads your legs. Plunging his hands in you once more, he puts his hand on your upper inner thigh and squeezes inhumanely hard. Looking down to his hands, you trap a moan in your throat. Breathing heavily as he fingers you faster and to add to the unbearable sexual acts of this man, he uses his thumb on the hand that was gripping onto your thigh to rub small circles on your clit.

No denying that he hit the spot as you held his arm to stop, whining and squeezing on his fingers. “s..stop” You uttered, barely being heard by him. Your unsteady breathing, turned to low moans as you came on his fingers for the first time. He kept going, not stopping or slowing down. Your sensitive core becoming even more sensitive as his circles on your clit become more harsh. “stop…no” You find your voice and warn him as if he isn’t getting what he wanted from you. “Shut up.” He states, annoyed as he stops rubbing your clit and covers your mouth. Leaning you back on the counter. Allowing him to keep you down, you moan into his palm as his fingers violently make you cum for the second time. Uncovering your mouth, you get a grip and he takes his fingers out of you. Pulling you up by your arm, he takes off your panties and wipes off your juices with it.

Putting it aside for now, he slides your shirt to you on the counter. “Put on the shirt.” He didn’t have to tell you twice as you quickly threw it over your body. Taking you off the counter, he bends you over it as your legs shook under you. “Every time, you put on this shirt. I want you to remember what I did to you in it.” He exclaims to you lowly. You gasp as his dick enters you. He uses your panties and puts them in your mouth to gag you. Putting both his hands on your waist as he makes you feel him, every inch of him. Moving one hand up to your neck, he gets a firm grip and squeezes. Making your back arch. You couldn’t help but spit them out when you began to feel light headed. Panting like an animal and when you finally caught your breath, noticing that your words do nothing. You fall apart, crying as his hands cradle your body. It was hard to tell if you were crying because of the force or the pleasure. He groans above you, your sobs arousing him. He didn’t want the sensual feeling to over power his unmanageable urge to hear you cry.

Moving his other hand down to your clit, he rubs on it again. In the little amount of time he’s fucked you, he’s already found one of your sweet spots. Something it would take other men ages to find. Your leg was shaking next to his as you came on his cock, slowly going in and out of you. One moment your squeezing on his whole dick, the next your barely touching the tip. The pleasure it brings to him when you do that, you make it challenging to stay inside of you and he can’t help but like it. Like the way your hole closes so tightly when he slides out of you and makes him have to practically rip you open to get back inside. Your squealing and screaming adding to the sensation. He’s pushing up against one spot inside you, that made you moan to the top of your lungs. It confused you how he found it when you didn’t even know it was there. “didn’t think that was in you” He teases, referring to your moan. “I’d be worried if I had neighbors.” He says as he pulls you up off the counter and flush against his bare chest.

You shake your head, whining as he turns your head by the neck to look at him. You really realize the size difference between the two of you. Your eyes roll back as he fucks you standing up, his arms hugging around your waist and stomach. His hands holding onto the sides of your body. Moving your hands to hold onto the counter, you both look into each others eyes at the same time. Something burns in your chest and intimidates you. Turning your head back, he puts his head beside yours to see you struggle. He watches how your legs shake, making him hold you up as you grip the counter for dear life. At this point, you couldn’t refrain from panting and moaning. He made it nearly impossible for you to keep quiet. Leaning your head back on his chest as you cum again, breathing against his skin. The senseless contact that you made with him, made him groan noisily. You snickered in the slightest, noticing how touch starved he is. Attempting to move a little in his grip but your feet were barely touching the ground, he was genuinely holding you up. Leaning you both over, he slams into you and you exhale, winded. His stroke knocking the little air out of your lungs.

He scrunches up your shirt, holding onto it as he continues to fuck the shit out of you. He grumbles in your ear, growing accustom to how you squeeze around him. Feeling him twitch inside you, you hope that he’ll pull out. You’d rather not be knocked up by a man that trapped you in his home. Moving your hips against him, your moans get louder as you rub your clit. Having one more climax in you. “fuck…no more.” You plead, sighing as he shoves himself on that spot. Pulling out of you and a wave of relief washes over you. A little too soon, as he lifts up, pushing your shirt up and his hot fluids fall along your spine. You didn’t realize you were holding in a breath as you collapsed. Gripping on the counter to stabilize yourself, you glared at him. Putting on his pants, he looks at your shirt sticking to your back then your eyes. The heat of the sex, made it so you didn’t notice that he was naked, totally skin to skin with you. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” His words triggering your tears. Resting your head on the counter as you sob into your hands. You felt so brittle, weak and used. At least now he might cast you aside and put you out your misery.

“You’re making me want to fuck you again.” He walks over to you, caressing your butt. You jump, squatting his hand away. “Now you want to act scared.” He grabs his shirt from off the floor. You watch his moves carefully and he smirks. “I’m not done with you yet.” He speaks to you in a hushed tone, his hand dusting over your shoulder. Sniffling as he walks away from you. He makes you so much more anxious then he ever did. Now, you anticipated when he would try to have sex with you again. Even when he wasn’t home. The next few weeks was hell on earth. He stuck you in his room to sleep while he was gone. Locking all the doors as per usual, not like you could go anywhere. Being bed written because of how shaky your legs were and when you were able to walk around, you were bored out of your mind. Doing the same routine day in and day out. Your body betraying you some nights as it longed for him. You cursed yourself for the mere fact you were horny for that man.

After six weeks of being away, he came home and to your dismay, still made you sleep in his room. You sat in the living room chair closest to the window, watching the grass grow. Not knowing how to pass the time that feels so endless. He calls your name, angrily in fact. As hurriedly as you can, you go to the bedroom. Standing by the door and walking in slowly, you see him sitting on the bed. Silent as he’ll ever be. You dared not say a word as anything could trigger an outrageous reaction. Lifting up from the bed, he circles around you like a predator would prey. Closing the door in the process. Your lip quivers, eyes glistening as the thoughts of what he’ll do to you enters your brain. “I didn’t touch you yet and you’re all ready to cry.” Fighting to keep your tears from falling, you watch his every move. Feeling him stop behind you, his chest directly against your back. You don’t know what’s going to happen. In your peripheral vision, he leans down and you close your eyes. Two tears falling to your chest and your breath hitching. He kissed you, on your jawline, trailing down to your neck and collar bone. Your tense shoulders slouch, hoping this is all he’ll do with you.

“Close the curtains.” He says. Doing a double take to his words, you make a steady pace to the window. Looking out to the gloomy scenery and drawing the blinds. Making the room darker but light still seeping in. Forcing you against the wall, he pulls down your underwear from underneath your skirt and traces his dick along your slit. Both your hands on the wall as you brace yourself, you realize something. “Not dry.” You plead and repeat. “please not dry.” His silence always scares you. Neglecting your words as he pushes into your pussy dry. You cry out in pain. “no please no.” You wail. He rolls up the skirt and grips on it to fuck you. His hips touching your ass with every stroke he makes. “it hurts!” You put your hand against his chest to stop him. Turning to him full on balling, you look in his eyes. “please, it hurts. so bad.” You shake your head, speaking to him through the tears. He pulls out and you smile in relief.

“I love it when you cry.” He says, examining your face from afar. “When you beg.” His finger glides along your jawline. “Open.” He demands, shoving his fingers down your throat. Making you gag, your saliva piling up on his fingers. Taking them out your mouth, you watch as he rubs your spit all over his cock. “please, not again.” You turn your head to him and plead. He watches as your tears stream down your face. “I would’ve thought you’d be wet already, with the amount of times you masturbated while I was gone.” He turns you around fully and kisses the tears on your cheeks. Your jaw drops. How did he know? “please, I don’t want to.” You sob as he takes off your shirt. He kisses your neck, his hair tickling your chin. Lifting your leg up, he pushes himself inside you. “it wasn’t the same, hm?” He repeats your hushed words to you as he stops kissing your neck to look at you. His hand gripping onto your thigh, giving you more support. His pace starting slow. You huff. “Answer.” He slaps you on the ass and you yelp. “it was.” His smug look deteriorates. Shaking his head to your response, he takes you by the throat. With no regard of your air consumption and speeds up his pace. Slamming into you over and over again.

Whining at different pitches, you hold his shoulder as you feel your grounded leg being lifted up. Taking his hand off your throat and putting your back against the wall, he holds both your legs by his waist. Never stopping. Having no choice but to look him in the eyes, you zone out. Folding your arms around his neck, you moan as he takes you off the wall and holds you chest to chest. Pounding your pussy and stretching you out. Breathing heavily, you hit him on the back. “Put me down!” You exclaim between gasps. He ignores you and slaps you on the ass for being outspoken. Making you whimper and your skin sting. “You like this.” He says to you and you try to ignore it, shaking your head viciously. “I’ll give you one more chance to answer correctly.” He says, letting you figure out the question yourself. With moments of hesitation, you answer him. “it wasn’t the same.” Surprisingly with the truth. You swallow anxiously at his silence, because you know its never anything good.

Gazing at him as he stopped. “are…are we done?” You ask skeptically, if this is all it took for him to stop then you would’ve done it sooner. He sat and laid back on the bed, his feet firmly planted on the ground. Laying on his clothed chest, he let go of you. Sitting up, you look down to him. Slowly you lift yourself off of him, kneeling to get off the bed and with quickness he grabs your wrist. “please…” You tug at your wrist. “Since, it wasn’t the same. I want you to…” He pauses at your sudden array of tears. Your soft sobs and breaths the only noise in the room. “Calm down. Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” He exclaims, his tone matching the circumstance. “Stop crying.” He says sitting up and you try your best to wipe away the tears. “I want you to show me.” As he let go of your wrist it flops by your side. You understand what he’s saying but you don’t want to do it. “August. why? you had no problem doing it before.” You push your body up to his, your hands resting on the neckline of his shirt. He shakes his head as he looks at you. “Either you pleasure yourself on my cock or I’ll use you and I promise I won’t be gentle.” He smirks smugly. Exhaling heavily, you hide your head in your hands. Tears falling through your fingers, your chest heaving up and down. You needed to shed a few tears to accept the situation.

“what…do I do?” You wipe the wet stains with the back of your hand. “Well, for starters, sit.” He demands, moving a braid behind your ear and lying back down. Sliding the skirt off your body you position yourself in his lap. Taking your time to insert him in again. A moan moving past your lips. He stares at your fully naked body as you bounce on his cock. “Thats it.” He hums, his hands resting on your thighs. As you looked into his eyes, you saw tenderness. Something odd, like he’s been craving this moment. You shrieked, your climax biting at you. The eye contact made you feel soft but you looked away, the feeling overwhelming you. Leaning forward with your hands on his chest, you look at the wall and try to keep your hips moving. Seeing your struggle, he puts his hands on your hips and moves them in a rocking motion. “Get up.” You stop, taking a moment before getting up and sitting next to him.

“What’s it going to take for you to stop acting like you don’t want to be fucked.” Curling your legs to your chest, you rest your chin on your knees. “I’m not acting.” You say a straight-faced lie. “If you lie to me one more time, I’ll overstimulate you to the point of tears.” He sits up, looking down to you and you feel smaller. “You get so wet and needy for me. Stop lying to yourself.” Your heart beats out of your chest with his threat of a good time. “August…” You breath out as his hands move up and between your legs. The way he spoke, the fear he placed inside you made you feel hot. Its unsure if its the urge to cum talking or your normal urges. Opening your legs, he automatically laid you down. Eyelids growing heavy as you watch him lower his lips to your clit. A simple kiss sent electricity surging through your body. Licking a line up your slit as a tease, he goes down on you fully. Slipping his tongue inside you and swirling it in devious ways. “mm, fuck.” He knows what he’s doing, he has to in order for it to be this good. Your knuckles whitening from the grip you have on the sheets. He watches as you unravel and he revels in it. Feeling your hips jerk into his mouth, clearly begging for more.

He keeps his slow pace regardless. Seeing as you suffered enough, he sticks two fingers in and it sends you over the edge in seconds. Swallowing all your wetness, he licks you clean. As he sits up over you and his mustache glistens. You moaned as he licked his upper lip. Reaching up, you rub his hair. Its soft nature welcomed you with open arms, rubbing his scalp and attempting to push back the hair thats fallen out of place. No other words needed to be exchanged as he leaned down and kissed you. Hungrily intertwining his tongue with yours. Inevitably tasting yourself. Your arm hooks around his neck and his hand grabs your waist. Leaving no space between you, unlike before. Slithering his dick inside you, you hum into the kiss. Squeezing on him. Breaking the kiss, a string of curses leaves his mouth and you take a much needed breath. “wait..” You put your hands on his chest, hesitantly he stops but still staying inside you. “You won’t hurt me?” You asked him this question in a context that only he would understand. If I love you, you won’t hurt me? He takes a breath, leaning down again. “I won’t…I won’t hurt you.” He kissed your neck sweetly.

Moving his hips into you gently, probably for the first time. “please, don’t hurt me.” You moan and say lowly. You’re taking his word for once, you finally give in. He finally has you for good. No more fighting, no more denying, just loving each other. And all he had to do was eat you out.

You little slut.

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megalony · 1 year

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Look at us- Part 2

This is the second part of my new Henry Cavill series, I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely to have.

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Summary: After losing a baby a few months ago, (Y/n) is still suffering horrible back pains that she needs strong painkillers to manage. But she has to be okay and in control to look after her family and she knows she is relying too much on pills to gain back her life and control.

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With a bright smile on her face, Ella threw the crayons back into the plastic tub and closed the lid with an air of accomplishment about her. Her head swayed along with the song on the CD player next to her and she hummed the tune while she walked over to the bookshelf they used for toys and games.

Her bright blue eyes glanced around her before she put the crayon box back and slowly pulled out the blue plastic box with a sticker on that said 'Jesse'.

Ella didn't think it was fair that Jesse got to have special pens and erasers because she too liked them.

The blue box was full of erasers that looked like small toys, there were ones made like food, such as a burger or chips or a milkshake. Others were cars, animals and even a small sewing machine eraser. But the better ones were the plain rectangle erasers that had different smells; Ella loved the blueberry one. They were sensory to Jesse, he wouldn't try and eat the erasers for some reason even though he had PICA, he would sit and smell them for ages and throw them around. And some of the felt-tip pens he had were ones that smelt too, cherry, orange, strawberry, lemon.

It didn't seem fair that all of the fun ones were Jesse's. He didn't take care of them like Ella did hers, Jesse would blunt the felt-tip pens and ruin the ink and he would snap pencils and he threw the erasers. Ella never did that.

But she knew what her dad said. She couldn't play or use them if she was around Jesse because they were his and he got upset if she used his things. He didn't like sharing, he didn't understand how to share and the way to teach him was to have seperate things for all the kids.

When the conservatory door squeaked open, Ella was quick to shut the lid and push the box back into its usual place, feeling relieved when she saw it was only Brodie coming into the room.

"Mum said we're going out now." Brodie motioned with his hand for Ella to follow him and he waited patiently for her to grab her picture from the table which she held like it was made out of gold dust.

"I'm going to show mummy my picture," She proudly held it out towards him, her smile reaching her eyes as they walked through the kitchen until Brodie stopped.

"You can't show mum this."

"Why not?"

Ella turned around so abruptly she almost bashed into the kitchen table. Her smile quickly turned into a frown and her foot stomped against the floor as she waited for her brother to say something mean or silly about her picture. She could do what she wanted. (Y/n) loved all her pictures and Henry put them up on the wall in the play room or even on the fridge if he was especially proud.

"You've put Lilah on it," Brodie's voice came out as a small whisper and he did a quick sweep of the kitchen, making sure their mum wasn't around to hear him. He was the eldest, he was the big brother and he was used to looking after Ella and helping care for Jesse. Their dad treated him like a big boy, he gave him responsibilities and they had grown-up chats too.

Henry had to explain to Brodie that Lilah had passed away but with Ella, all he could say was she had gone to heaven because she was only five and she didn't understand what it truly meant or how much it hurt. Brodie on the other hand, could see how drastically it had changed (Y/n) to lose Lilah and how heartbroken it had rendered his dad.

He had also been told by his dad that he shouldn't talk about Lilah unless it was absolutely necessary because it was too upsetting, especially for (Y/n). They would always acknowledge Lilah's existence and would always love her, but for now, it was too hard to talk about.

"She's my sister, nanny said we can still tell people we have a baby sister, even if she isn't here."

She had drawn a family picture of all of them, it seemed natural and the right thing to do to add Lilah on there as well. Ella had never seen her. She briefly remembered patting and kissing (Y/n)'s tummy a few times. And she knew the picture in the living room was of Lilah, swaddled up in a lavender blanket and little white hat on her small head.

What kind of big sister would she be if she didn't put her little sister on the family picture?

"Yeah, but dad said talking about her upsets mum, it'll make her cry. Put it away and show dad when he comes home."

"But-"

"Ella, put it away."

With a huff and another shake of her head, Ella made sure to stomp her feet as she left the kitchen to go to her room and put the picture away safely until her dad came home. He would appreciate her drawing, even if Brodie didn't.

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"Can we go to the park?"

Turning her head, (Y/n) looked over at Brodie who had one hand subconsciously holding onto the handle of the pram out of habit and instinct. He was looking around the pharmacist like it was some kind of shop of wonder and every person was someone he could watch and study.

"If you want to." Something close to relief broke out on (Y/n)'s face and made her smile as she thought to herself.

She could actually walk today.

Sometimes, it felt like her pain was just imaginary, that she was having some kind of phantom symptom or part of a psychosis where she didn't actually have the pain at all. The other day she couldn't get down the stairs on her own and Henry had taken to carrying her up and down the stairs, insisting that he would rather carry her than watch her be in pain. But today, (Y/n) could properly stand up straight and walk without being doubled over.

Going to the park was on the way home anyway and it would do her some good to keep moving around. She was at risk for blood clots on a normal day which was why she was usually active and being a mum made her very busy. Being pregnant increased her risk of blood clots and she'd had two already, moving around significantly reduced the risks and it did feel good to be back to being mobile again.

"Prescription for (Y/n) Cavill," (Y/n) pushed the pushchair forward to the desk and handed over her paper prescription.

It was a relief that her doctor didn't ask to assess her again, instead she just re-ordered (Y/n)'s tramadol when she said the pain hadn't gone away yet. It was less hassle and so much easier to just stay on the tablets, just for now. They did help when the pain was excrutiating and even though she was feeling better, (Y/n) wanted to be safe.

She needed to have them on hand in case in the morning, she was back to being hunched over or even if she laid down tonight and she couldn't get a wink of sleep.

They were a necessity to have around the house or in her bag, just in case. It just meant that she didn't tell Henry she'd got them again. He had got her some other soluble painkillers that were supposed to be good and effective when he knew her tramadol had run out. She couldn't tell him she'd collected some more because he was starting to worry she was taking them for too long and if he knew (Y/n) took an extra one here and there to manage the pain, he would only worry.

(Y/n) didn't want him worrying any more than this, she was relying on him a lot as it was. He doted on her, carried her up the stairs, comforted her when she was sobbing in agony and he did anything he could to help. She couldn't worry him in return.

She slipped the small square box of tablets into her bag and turned the pram around, guiding them all out with Brodie on her right and Ella holding her other hand.

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A smile bubbled up on (Y/n)'s face when she felt a pair of strong arms suddenly enveloping around her waist and a chin perching on her shoulder. She could feel Henry's breaths tickling against the side of her neck and his chest rumbled against her back as he murmured something she couldn't make out.

She knew he had come home, all the kids had rallied to the front door to bombard him when they heard his car pull up in the drive. Even Jesse had gone towards the commotion with a chew toy hanging from his mouth and a cheesy grin on his little face.

Brodie had told him they had gone to the park and that Jesse had loved the roundabout, Ella had demanded he look at her new drawing she did earlier and Henry had obliged. Seemingly disappearing with their brood until he silently crept into the kitchen and surprised (Y/n).

"Are you feeling better?"

Henry kissed the side of (Y/n)'s neck and held her tighter to his chest when he was sure that she wasn't in pain. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself, breathing in her scent. It surprised him to see her standing up straight today when he came into the kitchen but it was a welcomed surprise. He had left early this morning and he almost didn't go to his press meeting today in case (Y/n) was still in a bad state. He didn't want her continuously going up and down the stairs if she couldn't stand straight or running around after the kids.

But he was more than happy to see his wife finally able to stand up alone, unaided and seemingly without much discomfort or pain.

"Hm, a lot better today. Managed to walk all the way to the park and back."

"That's great, keep taking the painkillers for it though, don't want you waking in the morning and being back to square one again." Henry knew one good day like today could spread and last for a week or it could vanish in the morning as if it was all just a dream.

(Y/n) needed to continue taking something for the pain even if she was feeling a lot better. They needed to play it safe and make sure the edge was taken off until she was fully better again.

"I will,"

With a soft smile, (Y/n) slowly turned around in Henry's arms until they were facing each other and his bright, toothy grin made her knees go weak. And when he leaned down to kiss her, she could have melted right there on the spot.

Her arms moved to loop lazily around his neck and his arms tightened even more around her and tugged her closer to his chest like he was trying to merge them together. It felt good to be held like this again and to cling to him without needing to be lifted up to relieve any pain. It was thrilling to be back in Henry's arms for love, not for pain relief or comfort to take her mind off the agony she had been feeling.

"I've missed you," Her words were murmured against his lips when he leaned down to kiss her, his light stubble tickling her cheek.

"Don't worry baby, I'm all yours tonight."

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry x reader #henry cavill fluff #imagine #look at us #pregnancy #pregnant! reader

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pedroschka · 1 year

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your one of my fave joe writers so here’s some prompts I’d love to see you work your ✨magic✨ on, ignore / do whatever just some ideas👀🙈

[ ] joe and reader going on a date to the aquarium? ✨✨✨

- [ ] I’m sure we’ve all seen that post from spain(?!) where joe brought everyone a round of shots and set a timer… but what about a blurb / imagine of that, but reader doesn’t drink OR OR there’s only one slice of lime/lemon left and two shots 👀👀

- [ ] Single mum reader x joe, in the middle of a date and the sitter calls as there’s an emergency👀👀👀

Dating app dilemma

Joseph Quinn x single!mum reader

A/n: ahh sorry it took me a while but I chose the third one, hope you like it! <3

Swiping left, left, left, hm not so bad...right, left again. Passing weird selfie poses, pictures with their pets...Where you would rather pick the pet, group pictures, pictures without their face on it, or the last category, simply not your type. Dating app dilemma.

Honestly, you didn't even know what you were looking for, after the first few minutes of swiping you knew that a Henry Cavill doppelganger was out of discussion. You just knew that after five years of being single and a growing collection inside your bedside table that it just wasn't enough anymore to soothe the aching feeling, you needed to get laid. You needed skin-to-skin. you needed intimacy with another person and not just five minutes alone with yourself and then rushing to pick up your daughter from school. So dating app it is.

After a little debate with yourself, while creating your profile and the question popping up if you're having children already you decided against it, it shouldn't matter if you were a single mum, it was just sex right? one night and never seeing each other again so why bother. this wasn't about her and you weren't interested in answering questions about her to total strangers. This was all about you.

It's easy to forget about yourself and your own needs when you're busy looking after another tiny human who is fully depending on you and your love and care. But now she's six and just started school, making friends, and rather wants to hang out with them after school and do sleepovers instead of spending her time with her mum. And that's okay. But you forgot how lonely it can get when coming home to an empty house and spending the night alone in your bed without a body to cuddle with.

After another few left swipes, your thump stills over the next profile. Joseph / 28 / actor. You scrolled through his pictures, him casually sitting with friends, drinking. A beany on his head, brown curls peaking out under it, smiling cheekily into the camera. the second with him, on the beach, shirtless, with sunglasses perched on his head and squinting into the camera. A good mixture between ordinary-looking but also hot and sweet British guy. The best one so far. His interests are nothing special though, reading, music, meeting friends, and going to theaters. But good enough to give it a try.

Taking the chance you decided to write him right away, luckily it was Friday so your daughter is gonna be with her friend until Saturday night, which means a nearly full day for you.

" hi, fancy a coffee tomorrow, see how it goes?"

Now it's on him to answer.

Luckily for both of you, you received a match half an hour later and his answer with suggestions for whereabouts and time. Perfect.

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After getting off the phone with your daughter, just checking in on how it's going you started to make yourself ready for your date, could you even call it a date?

Joe and you agreed on meeting in a cafe luckily just a few walking minutes away from your home and you would lie to yourself if you would say you were not nervous, you couldn't remember when the last time was when you rummaged through your closet, changing your outfit over five times, angry with yourself for not owning anything near sexy, wardrobe full of comfy clothes. Burning yourself on your curling iron because in your head you already were ten steps ahead, rethinking your conversation topics because sadly, you can't have a one-night stand with a total stranger without having to talk to him first. Cleaning your flat, hiding everything that screams "here lives a child", and even making your bed even though you know you have to do it again after (hopefully) having sex in it. You were a mess to put it lightly.

As you arrived you quickly searched over the few guests hoping to still recognize him. A man is sitting in the right corner, sunglasses perched on his head full of tousled brown curls, a brown shirt with the last button ignored, and a necklace around his neck. Yep, that's him.

Walking straight up to him, he eventually lifted his head and after a few seconds he recognised you, a shy smile spreading across his lips as he stood up to greet you with a hug

A bit taken by surprise by this but also relieved that he made the decision for you on how to greet each other. Just the small touch seems to decrease your nerves on a more pleasant level where you don't feel like throwing up any second anymore.

You both sat down across from each other and you felt like you had been thrown back into your last job interview. His big brown eyes meet yours and create the most intense eye contact you only knew from when your daughter was still a newborn and kept staring at you with her big owlish eyes full of curiosity. But instead of melting into a puddle out of pure love you now stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights, trying to think of anything to sell yourself just right but your mind is clouded with anxiety and your fight-or-flight response is kicking in and you're ready to flee.

" So are we ready to order?"

His question is simple but still manage to overwhelm you

"Oh…yeah yeah sure "

Your whole appearance has to come off as very uncomfortable and just miserable because his next words made you look at him horrified

"Oh man, this is not how you imagined this, is it? Am I looking worse in real life?"

"Wha…no of course not! I'm so sorry! I'm not been on a date for a long time, to be honest between the guy with the picture of him and his dog with matching sunglasses and the other guy who asked me if I was more of a cheese or a ham kinda girl you are a jackpot already!" You panic, do you seriously fucked this all up in under five minutes because of your own body language betraying you?

Before you can spiral even more in self-pity you hear a deep cackle, oh he's laughing. it was a joke.

" I feel flattered, that's some serious competition I got here! I'm so glad you chose me!" he touched his chest in fake surprise

You giggled at his silliness, thankful that he was trying to lose up this whole situation and creating a comfortable atmosphere for both of you.

"But really, cheese or ham?" He raised one comical eyebrow, tilting his head a little, and looked at you expectantly making you giggle again

"I'm vegan so neither"

"Oh good to know! What do you usually order instead of normal coffee? Maybe I could give it a try " his entire demeanor changes instantly again, and he looks genuinely interested with his arms on the table, leaning forward.

Surprised by his unbiased reaction, not being used to not having to explain yourself or start a discussion over your chosen lifestyle you give him a grateful smile

" You usually can just ask for any non-dairy milk for your coffee but when I'm feeling extra fancy I like to order a vegan whipped coffee, that's basically just coffee and coconut sugar whisked together until it's super fluffy on top of any non-dairy milk, so it kinda looks like a caramel turd floating around" instantly cringing at your description for it you hide your face behind your hands " I...I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to compare food with poop I'm sorry "

"No, it sounds delicious! I think I'm gonna order the caramel turd " he starts laughing with you, still not taking his eyes off you. Giving you his full undivided attention like you are the only person that matters right now.

You can't remember the last time you laughed so much, Joe surprised you with one silly question or bad joke after another, at one point even imitating accents while reading the dishes on the menu, making you choke on your coffee which ended with him tapping you on the back and handing you a napkin to dry your teary eyes all while still giggling.

Right in the middle of him telling you the random story of how he got the little scar on his forehead you got interrupted by your phone ringing, seeing your friend's name on the display where your daughter is staying right now, You grimaced, signaling him that you're sorry but have to take it.

" What's going on?" You already have a bad feeling about this ,why else would she call

" I'm so sorry to bother but she has thrown up and is feeling a bit sick, I think It would be better if you could pick her up?"

" Yes yes of course" you looked at Joseph, who pretends to not listen to your call and inspected the menu with great interest " give me 20 minutes " at this he locks eyes with you and you could see his disappointment, guilt creeping up inside of you " thank you, bye!" You ended the call, closed your eyes frustrated, and taking a deep breath before looking at Joe again

"I'm so sorry but something really important came up and I really have to go" you're already standing up and collecting your bag, unbelievably uncomfortable and feeling like the rudest person having to cut it all off like this with no explanation for him.

"Oh uhm…yeah ok" he stood up too, looking bummed and equally unsure of how to act now "bye… I guess?"

"But it was really nice meeting you…bye" quickly turning towards the door, leaving Joe standing in front of two unfinished cups of coffee with hanging shoulders and multiple questions swimming around his head, asking himself if he did something wrong, maybe was too intrusive. Did you used one of those fake calls to get away from him? He really thought you both had a great time until now.

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After taking care of your daughter and putting her in her bed you slumped yourself into the sofa grabbed a pillow beside you and pushed your face into it, muffling your frustrated groan. One date. The first date after five years and you fucked it up.

Deep inside you knew that this wasn't over the missed opportunity of getting laid, maybe it never was and you hoped for a deeper connection again.

Grabbing your phone from the table you searched for Joe's profile, it was just fair to explain yourself to him and apologize again right?! You still could see the hurt and disappointment in his eyes and you just can't handle the guilt.

You open the chat, and after writing, deleting, and writing again you just clicked on send

" Hey again. I feel really bad about how it ended today I had a really great time with you and thought I owe you an explanation at least. I have a six-year-old daughter and she was with her friend but she got sick and threw up so I had to pick her up. sorry for wasting your time ."

There was still a tiny spark of hope that maybe he was still interested and wanted to give this a second chance and even if not, to be mature enough to communicate this with you and not choose the easy way and just ghost you.

You watch in disappointment as the 'online' switched off and you were left on read.

the tiny spark goes out as quickly as a candle in the wind and it hurts, but you refuse to even shed a single tear about him

His lost.

Your disappointment morphed into anger at him and at yourself. What a silly idea to start trusting men again, you saw the last five years that you're fine without them. You should just focus on your daughter again. Why even waste your time going on dates with some arseholes who have the maturity level of your six-year-old, hell even she has more because she wouldn't ghost someone because they have a kid. Fuck him. fuck men.

The notification for a new message instantly forces you out of your empowering "stay single"- motivation speech and enlightens the spark right back as you gawk at his answer, neglecting everything you told yourself just seconds ago.

" So tomorrow, same place, same time? :)"

(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

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wolferals · 2 years

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henry being someone we all need

Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: mentions of angst, FLUFF (way too sweet to handle)

Henry being the truest friend we all wish we had

„It’s just… i try to be as good of a friend as possible and like, lets say I go to a store and see something that reminds me of a friend, I get it and be like hey i it reminded me of you, here you go. But no one‘s ever done that for me and -I. It hurts you know. Not having someone remember that I like a certain type of flower or perfume.“

Tears flooding your eyes, you used your sweater to wipe them away. Sniffling, you looked up at Henry who was sitting in front of you by his desk, with his phone in his hands. It hurt you to realize that he wasn’t fully paying attention.

„What are you even doing?“ You eventually snapped and sniffled again.

Henry looked up for a second and spoke up:“Taking notes.“

-„For what?“ you asked irritated.

Henry only kept typing. „Of all the things you like. Small things you‘ve mentioned. That you like the smell of coffee but hate the taste, that you find it i quote adorable when you compliment people and they suddenly smile happily and when you see old people in public enjoying themselves. Oh and adding, what you just said. Small gestures, getting you things that remind people of you.“

You were too stunned to speak. Tears streaming heavily now. „Henry.“ you choked. „You took notes?“

He put his phone aside and got up.

„Don‘t cry. I‘m trying to be the best friend you‘ve ever had. Because apparently all the other ones you’ve got are quite shit.“ He stood in front of you, making you look up to him, teardrops running down your face. „Darling don‘t cry. You‘re so pretty when you smile.“

You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. „There you go.“

Henry smiled, wiping away your tears with his thumb as he sent you a compassionate look.

„You‘re gorgeous and way too smart for your own good. You see the good in everything and your heart is probably the purest i‘ve ever encountered. Don‘t wear it on your sleeve though because people will snatch it away from you when you‘re not looking.“

The only response you gave was wrapping your arms around his torso and digging your face in his stomach. He immediately reacted and put both arms around you.

You felt a few soft kisses on your hair before he started stroking it. „I promise I‘ll make you happy. I‘ll get you the things you like. Starting with some apple juice, no pulp, a few ice cubes and a lemon.“

-„Thats my favorite drink.“ you only sobbed into his t-shirt.

„I know darling, first thing on my list.“

QUICK REMINDER: IF YOU HAVE SHITTY PEOPLE AROUND YOU THAT TAKE YOU FOR GRANTED;

YOU DESERVE THE WORLD QUEEN!!!! Don‘t ever fucking forget that

k bye now love you

#cute #preference #fluff #henryxreader #henry cavill x reader #henrybeingabear #too cute to handle #i wish i had someone to talk to #henrycavillxreader

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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And they were roommates, chapter 3

A/N: I AM OKAY!! I can write and post!!! YESSSS SICKNESS WILL NOT GET ME DOWN – nor will it keep me away from writing this story, that I already love so much. This was a commissioned piece by @thelastpyle and I LOVE it.

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a drabble, one-shot or multichapter fic, that’s completely personalized – you want Henry Cavill to be a clown by trade, but a vigilante by night? YOU GOT IT. Need a Chris Evans Royal AU? GOT IT.

Love y’all so much! Remember, feedback feeds the soul, and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s not limits, because I am me and I have none.

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x plus sized!Reader (roommate AU)

Contains: Language, fluff, a little more flirting, angst, mentions of medical trauma, mentions of a car crash, descriptions of face and chest wounds, descriptions of wounds, mentions of blood, mentions of self-doubt

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How to save a life

Two months

There wasn’t a lot that would get on your nerves normally – no, you would consider yourself pretty darn chill in your everyday life. But this was not everyday life, nor was it chill.

You were ready to explode.

Ever since moving in with Henry and Kal, you had managed to get a careful friendship on its feet – you were both respectful of the other person, you joked around, and he helped with the small and big things. Two months had gone by, and you were still surprised at just how level-headed he was – there wasn’t any pompous feelings from him, and the man had blushed when he came home and saw you watching the Tudors. Of course, it wasn’t exactly the most savory thing to watch, when you roommate was pretty naked and had copious amounts of sex, but it was one of your comfort-shows.

You made sure Kal was happy and took him on walks, even sent Henry snapchats of Kal doing weird dog-things (who knew Henry Cavill had snapchat?), to make him laugh on long days on set. Your friendship contained a lot of movies and games – Henry had been downright appalled that you hadn’t seen the Hellraiser-series, although he refused to watch the one, he was in – and had almost made a vein pop, when you casually had told him, that you hadn’t played much more than Donkey Kong.

He was, if you were honest, a sweetheart and he was aware of you in more ways, than you had expected him to be. He brought you tea and food whenever you were studying, because he wanted to make sure you didn’t die of dehydration or starvation, he often had one of your comfort-shows going whenever you got home from the hospital; it was his subtle way of making sure, that you were okay. It was nice.

What wasn’t nice was having an exam in less than a week, no sleep, plenty of work to do and a roommate, that rehearsed lines every, single, goddamn day and did it loudly. You were going to combust if you had to hear him growl mine anymore times. It was grating, but mostly, it shot you straight through your body with a very weird sense of lust and possessiveness – and you couldn’t focus on anything while he did it.

You threw your pen down and decided that you simply couldn’t study with him inside of the house, so you grabbed your things, stuffing them angrily in your backpack and stomped out of your room. He was pacing in the living room, his eyes narrowed at his script and Kal on his back in the corner of the room.

“Oh, hey, Y/N.” He waved at you, eyes still on the script. “I made lemon squares earlier, if you want one.” That did actually sound pretty delicious, but you were snappy and tired and annoyed, so you just huffed and threw your backpack on the ground, before going to the kitchen to grab a few water bottles to stuff in your bag.

“Are you okay?” His voice was dripping honey and worry. “Yes, I am just peachy, roomie.” You gave him a tense smile. “I couldn’t be better.” “Oof. I feel like I’m about to get told off.” He crossed his arms over his broad chest and cocked his head to the side.

You threw your hands in the air and rolled your eyes.

“No, no, you just keep doing you, I’ll just take my studies somewhere else so I can get my degree, because your rehearsing is way more important than me knowing how to do a tracheostomy.” You said. You knew you were being snippy and probably over the line, but you were about to lose your shit. “Woah, what’s going on? You’re being awfully snappy today. In the non-sarcastic way, which, by the way, is my favorite way.” He asked and walked to stand in front of you, his hands on your shoulders. “Hey, thanks for checking in, I’m still a piece of garbage…” You sang under your breath. Henry looked confused. “It’s a Vine, it was…” You sighed. “Doesn’t matter, I’m fine. I’m just about to break my back with the literal weight of schoolbooks, but I’m fiiiiiiine.” You said with a fake and very tight smile. You ignored the small flurry of butterflies in your stomach when his hands warmed your shoulders. “Darling…. How long have you been studying for?” He asked gently. “I don’t know. Does it matter?” You replied with a cocked brow. “I think it does.” You sighed and glanced at the clock. “Uh… Maybe like 7 hours?” He blinked slowly. “I’m sorry? Without food?” You frowned. “I’ve been studying.” You answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “For 7 hours?? Jesus, Y/N, you’re going to kill yourself!” You chuckled. “No, I am not. I’m just very conscious of the fact that I might fail, then be jobless, then homeless and then possibly die of something very unsanitary, but it’s totally cool.” He rolled his eyes. “And I did have fluids, I’ll have you know.”

“Coffee and energy-drinks doesn’t count.” “It contains water.” You retorted and he chuckled at you, before fully taking in your appearance. The dark circles under your eyes and the pallor of your skin were clearly enough for him to make up his mind. “Nope. This?” He gestured to your face. “Won’t do. Come on, get dressed, I’m forcing you outside.” “I am dressed.” You pouted and followed his eyes down your body. He bit back a grin and raised an eyebrow. “Sure, you are. Although I love seeing you all relaxed and comfortable, I think you’d be happier wearing something that doesn’t resemble anything from The Walking Dead. The zombies, not the people.” You frowned. Okay, maybe your oversized Led Zeppelin t-shirt had a few holes in it. And yeah, maybe your sweatpants had both paint and some toothpaste and maybe something unidentifiable on them, but that didn’t make it awful. It was comfy and hid away a large part of your body, that you didn’t need to look at. “I’m serious, although I do really like this look on you. Relaxed suits you.” He winked at you and took his hands away from your shoulders, leaving them feeling oddly cold.

“Fine. I’ll change.” You didn’t know what the hell he was planning, but on the other hand, you couldn’t make yourself look at more fine print for a few hours, or your eyes might actually roll out of your head. “But I need to get back to studying after.” “Sure, sure. Come on, meet me at the front door in 30 minutes.” He didn’t sound convincing at all.

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“Is this the moment, you tell me you’re actually a serial killer, and the acting is just a front?” You asked, stepping out of the car in the middle of fuck-all nowhere. You had been driving for 30 minutes, Henry dressed casually but comfortable, the sound of slow jazz filling the car. The darkness had settled during the drive, and you found yourself surprisingly at ease with the quiet around you. He chuckled and took your hand, leading you down a narrow path nestled between trees. “No, but I’ll keep in mind not to bring other dates here, then.” He said with a smile. Your heart stuttered.

Other dates. Like this was a date.

You walked with him until a small diner popped up, seemingly out of nowhere, resting amongst trees with a view of a grand lake behind it. String lights lit up the entire front of it, and a sign, haggard by the weather and years, spelled out Lucy’s. “Oh, wow.” “Found it a few years ago. I come here a lot when I need to clear my head. Which, it would seem, you desperately need.” You chuckled a little at that. “I might.” He led you inside, where you were greeted by an older woman, smiling broadly, who rushed to hug Henry. “There’s my favorite superstar. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” She said with slight accusation in her tone. Henry rolled his eyes playfully. “Not even a month, Lucy, and you already miss me?” She laughed and looked to you with a soft and welcoming smile. It felt almost maternal. “And who might you be? Henry never brings people here.” She held her hand out to you and you took it with a smile. “Y/N. Henry’s roommate.” She shot him a pointed look, and he ever so slightly shook his head. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, darling. Come on, let me seat you.” She took you to a table, that overlooked the lake and you sat down with a smile, watching the soft waves crashing against the shoreline. “It’s really nice.” You said as he handed you a menu. “Food’s even better.” You looked over the menu and decided to get whatever fish ’n’ chips they had, with the biggest drink, you could get your hands on. Lucy returned and took your orders, winking at henry, and left you again. “She seems…” “Grandmotherly?” Henry laughed. “Yeah. I love her, honestly. She’s a wonderful woman and she treats me like a person, not just a name.” He looked at you with a soft smile on his lips. “Kind of like you do.” “Are you telling me I look like a grandmother?” you retorted playfully, not really comfortable with the intimacy of his words. “Indeed I am.” You both laughed. “So… Why are you so convinced you’re not going to get through this exam? You seem like you know more than is useful, at this point.” He asked, sipping his drink that Lucy had put in front of him. You mirrored him. “I… I don’t know. I guess I just doubt myself a whole lot, and I just really want to make sure… I do a good job. I want to help people. I can’t let them down, you know?” You said slightly flustered. “Y/N, you can’t let people down, you haven’t even met.” He said quietly. “I might be overstepping here, but I feel like there’s something else in it for you.” You sighed but didn’t answer. How could you?

Lucy thankfully reappeared with your food, and conversation was effectively cut short as you both dug in. It was amazing. Maybe it was because you hadn’t had anything to eat all day, maybe it was the vibe, but it was by far the best food you’d ever eaten. You weren’t even worried how you looked as you ate. “I think this is the first time, I’ve seen you eat in front of me.” Henry noted and you swallowed thickly. Had it been? You often went to your own room or told him you’d eat later – you hated the way people would look at you as you ate. “Oh, uhm… Yeah, it might be.” “I like it.” “Watching me eat?” you lifted your eyebrow. “Do you have a secret feeder-kink or something?” He laughed heartily. “No, I just… I’m happy you feel comfortable enough to do it.” Oh. You fell back into silence, looking at the water and the stars outside of the window.

“I was in an accident, when I was a teenager.” You finally said, your voice stronger than you felt like you were. He looked at you, waiting. Well, it was now or never. “I, uh… We were driving, my mom and my dad. It was raining really heavily; the roads were slick, and they were goofing around.” You swallowed thickly. “I, uh, I was being an idiot and asked them to turn the radio up more, because I couldn’t hear it over the rain.” Your hands were clammy now, and you took a sip of your drink to distract yourself a little.

“My dad lost control of the car at the same time. I didn’t really see what happened, but I remember headlights blinding me. Then, the car was on its head and smoke was coming from somewhere and the goddamn song was still going.” You chuckled dryly. “It was Wrecking ball, just to make it more stupid.” Your eyes were misty, and you turned to look out of the window to avert his gaze. “I… Well, I only really remember flashes of it. My legs were pretty torn up. I had been flung almost sideways out of the car, my seatbelt was faulty, apparently. A piece of the window had lodged itself a millimeter from my spine.” You swallowed again, desperate to just get out with it. “My dad… Uh… I didn’t see. Not really, I mean, I saw the blood and how still he was. My mom… Uh, she… her face was pretty much torn in half. So was her chest. I tried to help, but I couldn’t move and all I could hear was her mumbling something, but I couldn’t understand her over the music. I was screaming my lungs out for an hour, while the rescuers cut me free.” When did his hand wrap around yours?

“I was pretty badly wounded. I almost died on the table several times. Huge internal hemorrhage, they had a hard time controlling. I could’ve been paralyzed if the glass had gone into my spine.” You drew a deep breath. “My parents didn’t make it. That’s why I wanted to do this… Go to medical school. I want to help, not be stuck somewhere with nothing to do. If I don’t get through my exams, I’m literally throwing lives away. Or, at least, that’s how I feel.” He was quiet for some time, just holding your hand.

“Is that why I needed to come get you from the hospital?” He asked softly. “Yeah. Massive pileup on the highway. Couldn’t deal.” You answered in a clipped voice. He nodded and held your hand a little tighter. “You know… You did deal, right? You were there. People, humans, aren’t meant to deal with the level of hurt you see on a daily basis, and with your experience… I would’ve cracked under it.” He said softly. “I think you’re a really strong person, Y/N. I really, really, do. But you’re not throwing lives away or screwing anybody or anything over, by choosing not to study yourself to death. You’re still going to do amazing, but you need to think of you first.” You cleared your throat and wiped a stray tear away. “I mean it. It’s okay to chose you first, love.” He smiled at you and for the first time, despite having heard the words over and over again, repeated by strangers and therapists alike, you began to believe it. Just a little. “Thank you.” You smiled at him. “What for?” He asked and pulled his hand back. “For not giving me the eyes. Or the oh no, I’m so sorry-spiel.” You smiled. “It’s nice, just to be heard.” He beamed at you.

“that’s what friends are for, right?” You nodded and he called Lucy over to pay for the dinner – he blankly refused your card, and put a 50 % tip in, although Lucy rolled her eyes and called him an idiot – and you left together. Your heart was a little lighter.

You found the couch as soon as you got home, Kal jumping up and cuddling into your side. You hugged him and fell back against the soft pillows, feeling just how much the last few days had taken a toll on you. “Do you want peppermint or jasmine-tea? It’s all we got.” He called from the kitchen, something clattering. “Uh… Maybe just jasmine.” You said tiredly.

You didn’t notice that you drifted off, Kal held close to your chest and head lolling slightly to the side. You also didn’t notice Henry watching the two of you, cuddling on the couch, his hands full of tea. He set them down, slowly so the sound wouldn’t wake you up, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He snapped a photo, a smile etched on his face – yes, you might’ve been roommates for two months, and maybe he was a hopeless romantic, but he couldn’t help himself from changing his background to your face, softly smiling in your sleep, while you held Kal as if he was your own.

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