#like I'm sorry but if the only way you can compliment Henry is by erasing someone else's credit and policies that Henry himself referenced

[wonder-worker]

that feeling when you want to write a long post ranting discussing something you feel especially strongly about but you're just. too Tired to actually sit down and do it

#also it's technically vaguing other posts which I don't want to do #but tbh this is something I really have wanted to talk about for a while I just didn't realize how frustrated I was until now #anyway: #you do know that it's possible to recognize Henry VII's success as King without completely erasing Edward IV's entire reign impact #and achievements* in the process right? #(*achievements that massively BENEFITTED Henry VII and gave Henry several useful precedents which he actively followed. #If you're genuinely interested in Henry you should be able to acknowledge that and use it as part of your analysis of him) #like I'm sorry but if the only way you can compliment Henry is by erasing someone else's credit and policies that Henry himself referenced #I don't think your opinion can be taken seriously. even though I very much do agree with your broader point #There are ways to highlight Henry's considerable success without diminishing Edward IV's own success that preceded Henry's #(and also without incorrectly caricaturing the entire Wars of the Roses as decades of bloody ravaged in-fighting my god) #(there was a 12-year reign of relative stability and economic recovery from 1471-83 that you're literally erasing completely. #are you fucking stupid?) #It's weird because I obviously dislike the way Henry VIII is glorified at his father's expense #and dislike when Henry VII's achievements that contributed so massively to his son's reign are minimized #so when I see people defend Henry VII using the exact same method to praise Henry at Edward IV's expense (except Edward is #just entirely erased and overlooked rather than vilified)... #it's rather hypocritical imo? #to be clear it's not about Edward I know it's about Henry. and it doesn't generally happen because Henry is not generally #talked about positively at all. he's often regarded negatively in a way that makes no sense and which I'm very frustrated by #But when he IS given praise it's usually exacerbated by people who (implicitly; perhaps unknowingly) minimize Edward IV in the process #and it's irritating to say the least #anyway. sorry. I didn't mean to vague I don't generally do this. but I really do have a lot to say about this topic #I do want to make another post about it sometime but not anytime soon #I might delete these tags in a bit let's see #(super unsure if I should post this but. whatever)

[cherry-gemz]

Healing Hands: Chapter 2

Summary: You find yourself abroad in London as the Chief of Pediatrics. Everything has been running smoothly until you are faced with an undiagnosed case and the doctor assigned is anything but willing to face defeat. Will you be able treat the child’s unknown disease in time, along while facing uncharted waters with love in the workplace?

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Parings: Henry Cavill {Dr. Cavill} x Y/N {F!Reader} - eventually!

Rating: Overall series 18+ only, Minors DNI. Oral dream :), mention of TW death (drowning).

Word count: 1500 +/-

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A/N: This has been sitting in draft for some time. It's morphing into something different than I first imagined, but I guess that's how writing goes. Sorry it's taken so long! LMK if you’re interested, comments and tags welcomed! 💜

It had been over a week from your confrontation with Henry; it seemed he had avoided you with all costs. Which was good in a way since you were able to focus on your duties without hearing the gossip on how you reamed the poor, handsome pediatrician. But that peach. The way he bit into that delicious, forbidden fruit. Despite all attempts, it wouldn't escape your mind. You spent countless nights trying to escape from him in your dreams. How you envisioned his strong hands would roam your curves, allowing you to give into temptation and will. His steel blue eyes would pierce your soul and to know if he would moan your name through the grit of his teeth would send a burning sensation at the apex of your thighs.

You tried to shrug it off, all fruits were off limits to you right now. The banana sitting on your desk was too much to handle. Fellatio entered your mind and you quickly grabbed it along with your lunch to head to the cafeteria to leave it in the common bowl. As you briskly walked down the corridor, with the phallic botanical berry in hand, you stopped to see him speaking with another colleague. Your face became flushed as you were afraid that he could read your mind: how you thought of so many countless times of him bending you over your office desk. Unknowingly your thumb rubbed the banana methodically as you tried to erase all tantalizing thoughts of Dr. Cavill.

"Yes, I think that date will work out nicely," Henry replied, not aware of your presence.

"It should be good weather, these types of events always draw great media attention," Dr. Tran replied, scribbling down notes on her clipboard.

"Yes, make sure to talk to Dr. Stephen, please. We will need his help with the coordination and directory of past patients."

You couldn't help but admire how good he looked today. His deep, blue tie complimented his eyes and his hair was extra wavy, perhaps less product. You thought of how you'd like to grab those luscious locks with your fingers and crane his neck as you sat on his lap. Snap out of it.

As you stood there like a fool, both doctors turned finally to look at you and then to the banana that you had fisted in your hand.

You grimaced at the thought of how ridiculous you must have looked approaching the two established doctors, and you quickly tried to shove it in your lunch bag. You fumbled a few times with your attempt to unzip your bag and both it and the banana fell to the floor.

Oh God, I'm such an idiot.

You quickly squatted down as you picked up the banana, and of course Henry bent down to hand over the fruit to you; your hands touched for a millisecond and you became flushed.

Why the hell am I acting so dumb? I'm a successful and accomplished woman. This man just looks at me and I melt into a puddle. Is it obvious? Can he read me?

He released his hold on the banana as you scoop it up and finally stuff it in your bag. The silence was deafening and you wanted to just die. As you're crouched, your stethoscope slipped out from around your neck and Henry caught it without a missed beat. You both stood up and Henry coughed into his fist as Dr. Tran watched the ridiculous display of your inability to keep cool.

"Hi, Dr. Y/LN. I was just telling Dr. Cavill that we're all set with the NICU/Pediatric Reunion next month."

You smooth your hair and tuck a strand behind your ear. Failed attempt to regain composure.

"Um, yes. I recall that being discussed at the last board meeting. Sounds like a great event. Is there anything that you will do to me?"

The doctors blinked at your blunder.

"I-I mean…" you try to recover but really, you wish you would die right now and cease to have ever existed.

"No, we have it covered," Henry replied in a husky voice that made you swoon.

"Yes, if we need anything, we will let you know. It will mostly be the budget approvals and the parking lot permit to hold the event. But I'll send those your way shortly," Dr. Tran smiled.

"Y-yes of course," you spew. "Well, I'll let you doctors to it. Good day." You hug your lunch bag and stride as fast as you could to the lift.

"Dr. Y/LN," you hear Henry's voice and you try to ignore it as you press the lift button three times. C'mon...I cannot be seen incompetent anymore for the day.

"Dr. Y/LN…" He repeats as he taps your shoulder.

You close your eyes and bear what he has to say. That he can't believe you're chief. That you should go back home and we'd all be better off without such a spastic person and he knows that you think of him day in and day out.

"Your stethoscope," he answers and hands you your medical equipment.

You stare dumbfounded at the item and then touch your neck, realizing it had fallen off moments before.

"Oh. Uhm, thank you," you reply as you accept it and wrap it around your neck.

"Yes, well. G'day," his lips curled to a smile. Was that a smile? Did you get the elusive doctor to smile? Wait, he's a thorn in your side - why are you wanting him to smile?

You nod as he pivots his heel and heads back to Dr. Tran. His broad shoulders looked like they would make his white cost burst at the seams. You picture him ripping yours off and leaning you over your desk again...grasping your arse and biting into it just like the peach...

The lift's doors close and you turn to realize you missed it. This day just keeps getting better.

Henry's smooth, tantalizing way he ghosted his hand over your thighs drove you crazy.

"Henry…" you moaned.

He gave a toothy grin in knowing his ability to tease you. He peppered light kisses on your hip bone and intertwined his finger through your panties. His strong hand massaged over your mound as you bucked your hips in anticipation.

"Henry!" You whined this time, the anticipation was killing you.

His fingers teased the waistband of your panties and he massaged your inner thighs. It wasn’t gentleness you wanted from him and he thought the same. The weight of your body on his was extraordinary, he wanted to feel all of you on him. A warm pooled sensation erupted between your thighs.

"Y/N?"

You rubbed your eyes, hearing the faint sound of your name brought confusion as your head turned on the pillow.

"Y/N?"

You cough and realize you were dreaming. Again. This time it felt so real though...and graphic.

"Um, yeah?" You call out to your cousin, Laura.

"Dinner's getting cold. I set up a plate for you, love."

"Thanks, I'll be out in a minute," you reply as you rub the temples of your forehead.

I can't believe I was dreaming about Henry again. I need therapy. The things I want that man to do to me...

Slowly you get up and realize you fell asleep in your work clothes and peer to the digital clock on your night stand, 8:07pm.

I have to get out. I need to clear my mind and chase any thoughts of Dr. Cavill away.

You head over to your closet and decide to drink your dinner tonight instead. As you peruse your clothes, you realize you ought to update your wardrobe. The jeans and hooded sweatshirt combo style from Oregon probably wouldn't work for tonight. While being in London you noticed it wasn't an off the catwalk requirement, you wanted to at least be fetching considering your current relationship status.

Laura knocks once more, "Babe, are you alive?"

"Come in," you reply, still thinking of what to wear.

Laura enters, her black hair is tied up high in a ponytail, the usual look of a grade school teacher who is hands on with her students.

"What are you doing?" She asks and sits down on your bed.

"I want to go out."

Her eyes widened, "You do?!"

You grimaced at reaction, quite knowing she'll want to tag along. But then you are reminded you are new to the area and it's probably best to have someone you trust with you in the city.

"Yeah...do you want to come?"

She jumps up excitedly, "Oh yes, I'll just tell Roger to watch the kids for the night. Oh Y/N, I needed this. You needed this! After everything…" she trails off for a moment and you pause as you have your back to her.

"On second thought…" you bite your lip.

"What? No I'm sorry...I didn't mean to bring anything up. Let's go have some fun. I'm going to put my face on and find something for you to wear."

You turn to her and see the pained expression of regret in her eyes.

"Y/N…"

"It's okay…it's been over eleven months."

"He would have wanted you to be happy."

"I know, I just feel guilty," you reply solemnly. Laura sits up from the bed and wraps her around you tightly.

"Sweetie, he will always be in your heart. You're allowed to have some joy in your life, you shouldn't feel guilty for that."

"Yeah, that's what they keep saying…"

"Listen," she says as she holds your shoulders square with her hands. "I'm glad you have your work and you put your all in it, but you need to have balance otherwise you'll crack. I'm not saying to snog every guy you see around the corner. But enjoy life, too. It's what Jeremy would be doing right now. He died doing what he loved."

You nod as you think back to the last time you saw your boyfriend. It had been that fateful early Saturday morning where it seemed like just any other Saturday. You made breakfast for the two of you while he prepared his gear for the trip. He had let the dogs out for the morning and was rummaging through his pack. The weather seemed decent, but with Winchester Bay it could change with the blink of an eye. Jeremy kissed you goodbye after breakfast and mentioned he'd see you later that day. Unfortunately neither of you would be the same after his trip: it was your dark day that you'd like to forget and ultimately what drove you to leave your career, friends, life and move across the globe.

Laura let go of her embrace and looked steady into your eyes, "You are worthy of good things, Y/N. Don't forget that. You loved Jeremy, we all loved him. But his death was not your fault, you have to try to move on."

"I think I'll just wear this," you reply as you show her a sleeveless dark forest green blouse.

"Oh that's too professional where we're going."

"It's all I really have, Laura."

I have something in mind…" she smiles and kisses your forehead. What have I gotten myself into?

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