Hello friend 👋 wasn’t episode 4 of tbb amazing?? I’m loving this season. Wanted to pop in and request a fic - you know how when you’re walking your dog and everyone has to stop and say hello to the dog bc obvs. Can you do something like that but it’s crosshair walking batcher and reader stops to say how cute but then crosshair gets jealous of batcher getting all the love lol
Dog Days
Crosshair x Reader
Summary- You met Crosshair while he was taking Batcher for a walk. Passing your house quickly became a daily task you all looked forward to. Is it wrong to say you caught feelings for him? And was Crosshair really jealous of the attention you gave Batcher?
A/N- Hey girl! Sorry your request took so long to get around to. I didn't forget you! I want to personally thank you for all your kind words. I always see your liking and commenting on my works!
This was such a cute idea!!! Crosshair is definitely the 'dad who didn't want the dog, but now loves it' guy. Thanks for requesting!
Word Count- 1,409
The scurrying of paws on tile caught your attention. You raised from your bent position, having been watering your plants outside your home.
You turned just in time to see a various colored blue animal running your way. The figure and attitude of it reminded you of a dog, but you were sure it wasn't.
The closer it got, you realized it was not slowing down. With a hiked breath, you squinted your eyes and prepared for impact.
"Batcher, stop!" A males voice rang out.
Just as commanded, the animal stopped at your feet. You opened your eyes to see it now sitting, tongue out. You blinked, heart still pounding.
"Sorry." Said the man, which you recognized as Crosshair. Him and the rest of his brothers had come back to Pabu after rescuing Omega.
"No, it's okay. Really, he seems sweet." The animal jumped to its feet as you reached a hand out. Your hand was soon met with slobber, as the animal licked you again.
"She."
"Oh, sorry. She seems sweet." You crouched down to her level, now fully petting her. You gave out a laugh as she now nuzzled into your face.
Crosshair crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. You took the hint.
"I guess I'll let you two get going. Have a nice day!" You stood, much to Batchers dismay. She already had a liking to you. She reluctantly followed Crosshair when he turned and walked away.
Only a day passed until you saw the two of them again. This time you had been leaving a neighbors house, needing some flour.
You of course, saw Batcher running down first. Crosshair slowly following. She barked at the sight of you, you didn't get scared when she ran at you this time.
"Hey girl!" You called out to her, but what you didn't expect was for her to actually jump on you.
It wasn't painful, but she did manage to knock the small bag of flour out of your hands. She had you playfully pinned under her, licking whatever she could.
The flour was also on top of you, and her, and the surrounding tile.
You gave out a cough, a white puff leaving your lips.
'Batcher, off!" Crosshair was frustrated at the scene. He had watched the whole fall.
Batcher didn't understand and happily ran over to him. You were still on the ground, slightly embarrassed at the turned heads.
A hand reached down to you, you grabbed it. Crosshair easily pulled you up. His strength took you by surprise.
"She hurt you?" He asked.
"I'm okay, I think most of the impact was on my butt." You rubbed at your hip, a dull pain arriving. It was going to bruise.
"How much flour was it?" He didn't seem to really care how you were doing.
"Uh, I think five cups? I was just borrowing it from my friend."
He hummed, Batcher was still at his side. She was awaiting his next command.
"It's fine, really. I know she didn't mean to." There was an awkward air around.
"I'll bring some tomorrow." Was all he said before turning and walking off.
He did bring the flour the next day, a bag double the size of what you had. You gave your neighbor her portion and put the rest in a jar.
You profusely thanked him, but he brushed it off and continued his walk.
To show your gratitude for the extra flour, you baked him a dozen cookies. You wrapped them neatly and carefully waited to see the two of them.
You found ways to busy yourself outside, trying not to make it obvious you were eagerly waiting for Crosshair. Oh, yeah and Batcher.
Upon hearing a bark, you ran inside to grab your fresh cookies. You raced back outside just in time to see Crosshair standing. He had his head turned, looking around. Was he looking for you?
"Crosshair?" His head shot your way.
"I baked you some cookies! As a formal 'thank you.'" He just looked at you, so you raised the cookies to him.
"Thank you." He said, fighting a smile.
"What did you say your name was?" It was your turn to smile at his question.
You promptly told him, trying not to grin too big.
He nodded.
"T-Theres enough cookies for the rest of your brothers, and Omega." You informed him. At his look, you felt your cheeks getting hot. He probably felt weirded out that you knew everyone's name, especially since he just learnt yours.
"Sorry..." You didn't even know what you were apologizing for, but you felt guilty for making things awkward once again.
"You have nothing to be sorry for, so don't apologize." His words were cold, but had a sense of affection in them.
At the new silence, you figured it was time to part once again.
"Have a good day, I hope you like the cookies." He actually waved this time, glancing over his shoulder to see you smile and wave back.
With each day that passed, you slowly got closer and closer to Crosshair and Batcher. Passing your house seemed to be on their daily walking routine.
A minute spent passing your house turned into taking a twenty or thirty minute break. You'd hold and play with Batcher while talking with Cross. It ranged from the weather to nightmares. You both found yourselves opening up to each other.
You quickly grew feelings for Crosshair over the weeks passed.
There were times you thought he felt the same, but the second you might have confessed or leaned in for a kiss- he'd change the subject. You just accepted that he didn't like you in the way you liked him. It hurt but you couldn't force feelings onto him.
You had started to notice that when you giddily ran to Batcher or held her tightly, Crosshair curled his lip- or gave out a glare. You picked up that he might be jealous of the attention you were giving her. Though, why would he be jealous if he didn't have any feelings for you?
It came to be a few minutes past two o'clock. Crosshair would be coming down any minute now. Though, your pesky bladder had you quickly running back inside.
When you came out, Crosshair was sat on your front porch. Batcher was at the ready, panting and hyper.
You greeted her first, dropping to your knees. She was more playful today, not leaving you alone.
"Oh, you're such a good girl!" You scratched behind her ears, she closed her eyes and wagged her tail.
You continued to play with her, she was rolling and doing tricks for you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Crosshair stand. He crossed his arms, a scowl on his face.
"Such a pretty girl, so cute." You announced praises at her. Though not on purpose, you ignored Crosshair. She was on her back as you rubbed her belly.
"Why don't you get a room." He remarked, now obviously jealous of Batcher.
"Don't listen to him, Batcher! He's just grumpy and jealous." You were getting brave with your comebacks.
"I am not!" He was getting defensive.
"Shh, it's okay Batcher. Your dad is pretty cute too." You said, nuzzling her face.
"I am not her dad and i'm n-" Your words registered in Crosshairs head, the same time they did in yours.
You moved away from Batcher, the mood changed. It was silent for a moment, you looked at the ground.
"Okay I'll be leaving now." You stood to your feet, about to die of embarrassment. That was until Crosshair grabbed a hold of your wrist.
He forced you to face him. "Why?"
"Well gee Cross, I don't know. Maybe because I just said the dumbest thing ever. You think I don't know the feeling isn't mutual!" You confessed.
He stared for a moment, hand still gripping your wrist. You could tell he was contemplating something. That was until he made the last step forward and kissed you.
You felt light as a feather. He did like you back!
You could feel Batcher rubbing against your leg, but payed no attention to it. You were too lost in the kiss.
The two of you held each other, not puling away except to gasp for air.
"I guess I was wrong?" You panted out.
"You were far from being right." He just pulled you back in for another kiss.
A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I am so appreciative for your sweet comments HayBelle! Please let me know if there is anything you want changed in this fic!
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"I'd rather not have a stranger know where I live on my first day in the city."
Eddie leaned his arm against the wall casually, trying ever so slightly at a smoldering expression.
"Stranger? I thought we were neighbors."
She seemed startled by his sudden proximity at first, but slowly leaned her face up to his."Well, as your neighbor? I find you a little strange." She whispered.
Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, 90s au, enemies to friends to lovers, sort of more like, misunderstandings, college au, quick burn, fluff, angst, smutty smut smut, smut, idiots in love, alternating POV, multiple chapters, status: WIP
Summary: You and Henry crushed on each other, while growing up in Jersey. But, when he went away to boarding school, then became famous, you lost touch for a long time. Until, Henry decided to return home to Jersey, for a holiday, and recalled his crush on you, now a teacher, when you happen upon each other on the beach.
Pairing: Henry/Reader
Rating: You guessed it, FLOOF!
Word Count: 6,214
A/N: The Lavender and Red roses he brings the Reader mean something, I always felt Henry was a hopeless and amazing Romantic so he’d hide a message in their color. Lavender means: love at first sight, since they fell in love at first sight as kids, and again as adults, and the Red means: conveying deep emotions, since they both love each other very much.
Inspiration: Requested by @jessevans (x)
Tag List:@jennylovelyheart, @peakygroupie
“Are you ever going to tell her you like her, bro?” Simon asked, watching Henry stare at their next door neighbor, as they all hung out on the beach.
“That requires talking to her, and not stuttering every three words.” Charlie replied, grinning at his little brother.
“Shut up.” Henry barked, walking away from them.
“Hey, Henry.” You called, as he walked by. “You going home already?” You asked.
“Uh, yeah.” He smiled at you, feeling his face warm. “I got, um...homework.” he said, turning to head home, flipping his brothers off as they laughed at him, and unaware of you watching him go.
20 years later – 2016
“Welcome home, bro!” Simon grinned, as Henry walked in the door of his family home in Jersey. “It's only been how fucking long, since you were last here? Home not big enough for the mighty Superman.” he teased, hugging him.
“Fuck off, Simon.” Henry grinned, hugging him back. “I'm not the same little brother I was, last time, I was home.” he commented.
Simon looked his brother over, Henry wasn't the same kid he had been, he was bigger in many ways, especially with all the muscle he was packing now, even more so since he'd just finished filming the Batman v. Superman movie. “Perhaps not, little.” he chuckled, patting Henry on the chest.
Henry laughed back, and the pair started play fighting until their mother yelled at them for it, and told them to come join the rest of the family at the table for dinner. After dinner and spending time with his family, Henry found some time to go down to the beach he enjoyed visiting as kid. He walked along it, watching as the sunset, enjoying the sea breeze and listening to the soothing sound of the waves crashing on the sand; it was the most peaceful Henry had felt since before he became Superman. He paused, seeing someone sitting in the sand a couple yards away from him. A shiver run down his back, catching the last of the sun's rays in their hair, and seeing the profile of their face, making his mind jump back to his childhood.
There was a knock on the door, and a bit of a scuffle behind it, before it finally opened, revealing 13-year old Henry, blushing like mad, and out of breath. “Hey, y/n.” he grinned, wildly.
“Are you okay, Henry?” You asked, tilting your head at him, concerned.
“Yeah, I'm fine.” he gulped and licked his lips, nervously. “Uh, I can, um, help...you?” he asked, trying to play it cool, and failing.
You chuckled, smiling back. “My brothers, and I, want to know if you and your brothers want to go to the beach with us?” You asked, brushing your hair behind your ear, and making poor Henry gulp even harder. “We got a new volleyball net.” You offered, in reason.
“That sounds great, y/n.” You heard Henry's oldest brother Niki say, popping up behind Henry. “We'll meet you guys there!” he said, pushing Henry out of the way, and grinning at you charmingly.
“Excellent.” You grinned back at him, but, your eyes lingered on Henry, before you left.
“You're welcome, Henry.” Niki grinned, going upstairs to get ready for the beach.
“Y/n?” Henry called to you, coming closer.
You started out of your thoughts, and glanced up at the voice calling to you. “Henry Cavill?” You frowned, standing up to greet him. “Holy shit. How have you been, Superman?” You teased him, watching him blush as easily as he did that last time you saw him.
“Good.” Henry answered, licking his lips. “How long has it been since...we last saw each other?” he asked, he'd found you even more gorgeous, now, than he had growing up with you.
“The day before you went off to boarding school.”
Henry's lips pressed into a flat line and he gulped around the horrible memory of going to boarding school, but blinked and shook it out of his head, not letting it distract him from you. “Christ, I was fifteen.”
“Yeah, feels like a lifetime ago.” You sighed, you'd heard how hard it was for him. “And you're famous now!” You smiled, changing the subject for the both of you.
“I am.” Henry laughed, looking down at his bare, sandy feet. “And, what do you do now?” he asked, meeting your eye.
“I'm a teacher, now.” You told him, brushing your hair behind your ear. “At our old Preparatory School, actually.” You blushed.
“That's incredible.” Henry beamed. “You were always great with kids.” he said, a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Piers, told me you got married a few years ago, I'm happy for you.” He told you, feeling the bubbling bile in his stomach reach his throat, as he said the words, and forcing the smile to stay on his face.
“Piers, knows better.” You told him, sighing.
Henry blinked, caught off-guard. “What do you mean?”
“James and I had our divorce finalized yesterday.” You grinned, despite the hurt in your chest. You had loved your now ex-husband, but, that loved didn't last a year, into the almost seven-year marriage. It wasn't like the love you'd held close to your heart for Henry, even after all these years. You could still feel it throbbing against your heart, as you looked up at him.
“I'm sorry.” Henry frowned, moving to hug you, before he even realized what he was doing. “I'm so sorry.” he whispered, against your hair.
You were utterly shocked that he hugged you, the gasp you took when he closed his arms around you, letting you feel the impressive change in his body since the last time the pair of you hugged, the alluring scent of his cologne, and warmth of his body against the cool sea air.
“I'm going to miss you, Henry.” You'd told him, standing in his parent's living room, as they threw him a going away party, before he went off to Boarding school, the next day.
“I'm going to miss you too, y/n.” Henry sighed, he'd practically begged his parents not to send him, but they wanted the best education for him, so he was going. “We'll be able to see each other on holidays.” he added, hopefully.
“I'd really like that.” You smiled, then hugged him, quickly, before jetting off to some other part of the house, shy, embarrassed and hurt, that he was leaving.
Of course neither of you saw each other on those holidays, it was a few months later you went on a foreign exchange program to the U.S, and Henry graduated, before you came back, staying in London, permanently.
Suddenly, both of you realized what had happened, and shyly moved apart, stammering apologizes and brushing them off with mumbled words.
“Anyway...” You cleared your throat and ran a hand through your hair. “What are you doing back in Jersey?” You asked, managing to look him in the eye again.
“I, uh.” Henry gulped, toeing at the sand. “I just, uh, finished filming Batman versus Superman, and thought I'd come home and take a...” he wiggled his head, trying to find a word to use.
“Take a holiday?” You helped, smirking.
Henry looked at you slowly, a sweet smile pulling on his lips, meeting his blue eyes so much, you could see the bit of brown in his left one. “A Holiday.” he agreed, nodding.
“Well, Henry.” You smiled back, glancing up at the now dark sky, the bright stars. “It's late, on a school night...”
“Oh, right.” He started, looking embarrassed. “I'm sorry...could I....walk you home?” he asked, flustered.
You looked at him, a tiny bit amused by his being gentlemanly, especially since he played Superman, you thought, fighting a giggle about it. “I'd rather like that.” You smiled. “But, it is like a...fifteen minutes walk to Cannon Street.” You warned.
“Fifteen or fifty minutes, I don't mind at all.” He assured you back, politely offering you his arm.
“Fair enough.” You chuckled, taking his arm.
Henry let you direct him in the way to your house, that you had, fortunately, gotten in the divorce settlement, or you'd be living with your mother in St. John, clear on the other side of the island; where you would have missed Henry finding you on the beach. You both walked together in peaceful silence, but Jersey was a small place, and people generally, always, knew each other, even by just a face. Henry's face was hugely recognizable, and Jersey was largely proud of their home town boy making it big. So, people recognized him, and You, on the street, stopping the pair of you a few times to take photos with him, or sign something, before letting him off the hook, and you took his arm again. You were unphased by all the attention he got, he was just Henry to you. You were proud of him, always. However, he was still that boy you knew; his status might have changed, his body and whatever else, but, he was still that Henry Cavill, the sweet and shy boy next door, that had owned your heart since the day you and your family moved into the house next door to his. You were six, and he was eight. He was good to you, at times, the world was not.
“Well, this is me.” You smiled, pulling you both to a stop in front of your house.
“It's a sweet little place.” Henry smiled, looking up at the simple two-story row house. “Can I ask you something?” he asked, looking down at you, thoughtfully.
“Of course.” You nodded, sweetly, shy butterflies in your stomach.
“Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?” He asked, biting the inside of his lip.
“Like, go out on a date?” You asked, brow creasing.
“We don't have to go out.” He told you, his fingers circling the top of your hand as it rested in the crease of his elbow. “We can have it here, if you're more comfortable. I'll even cook for you.”
“You cook?” You grinned at him, playful and flattered.
“I do,” He nodded, straightening up. “Quite well, if I say so myself.” He added, teasing.
“Well, we can find that out.” You told him, encouraging his suggestion.
“How about Saturday?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
You took a deep breath, even this far you could still smell the sea as strong as if the both of you were still there. “If you don't mind me grading papers, while you cook? Friday's are still test and quiz days.” You giggled, licking your lips.
“I don't mind at all.” Henry told you, softly, leaning his head a little closer to yours.
You gulped, feeling his warm breath on your face. “Then, it's a date, Mr. Cavill.” You told him, resolutely.
“Perfect.” He grinned. “Don't worry about groceries, I'll have that covered.” He added, as you let his arm go and started inside.
You looked back at Henry over your shoulder and gave him a wink, then went inside, resting back against your door and giggled with glee at the prospect of Henry Cavill cooking for you, in your house. “I could melt.” You said, pushing off the door.
Henry stood on the sidewalk outside your home; watching, seeing your shadow move along the shuttered windows, his mind flitting around various things, what to cook for you, what wine to bring that you might like, what to wear, and what teasing his brothers were going to give him for finally being able to ask you out...sorta. Seeing your shadow appear in behind one of the windows, he turned abruptly on his heels and quickly walked across the street and back home.
“Where were you, Hank?” Charlie asked, his brothers were staying at the house, for the night, so they could see him.
“Um..” Henry gulped, eyes wide and on the floor between them.
“What did you do, brother?” Charlie asked, smirking, he knew that look of his brother's, he was guilty of something, something juicy.
“You remember,” Henry started, then thought fuck it. “You remember Y/n?”
“Of course, she was like a sister, we all spent so much time together, and you crushing on her like a poor man after bread.” Charlie laughed. “What about her?”
“I asked her out, on a date, just a few minutes ago.” Henry confessed, meeting Charlie's eyes.
“You do know she's married, Henry.” Charlie said, shocked.
“No, she's not.” Henry snapped, butterflies in his stomach. “She's divorced as of yesterday.”
“Well, you went quickly.” Charlie teased, slapping Henry on the shoulder. “How in the hell did you see her again? Don't tell me you went out after dinner, to go looking for her.”
“No!” Henry groaned, frowning, and abashed. “I went to the beach for a walk, and I found her there.”
“And?” Charlie pressured him.
“We spoke and I walked her home.”
“That's a twenty-minute walk!” His brother roared.
“How the fuck do you know that?”
“She's my son's teacher.” Charlie smirked, amused and proud of Henry. “And, this is a stupid small place to live, bro. It's not London, where you never see the same face twice.”
Henry pursed his lips, Charlie was right, he had somewhat forgotten the small town effect. “Anyway, we're having dinner at her place, I'm cooking for her.” he muttered, more to himself.
“How romantic.” Charlie smiled, patting Henry on the shoulder before going back upstairs, and finding Simon standing in his old bedroom doorway, smirking, he'd heard it all. “How, did you get her to go to the beach, Si?”
“I called Mary, to walk her there, get her out of the house, since she's been really depressed about the divorce.” Simon replied. “Then, I called Mary and faked an emergency, and she left, and like I knew, y/n stayed long enough after, for our dear brother, Henry, to meet her, after you brought up how nice a night it would be for a walk on the beach.” He grinned.
The two brothers had conspired to get You and Henry together, they'd conspired a long time over it, all three of them. They knew how much Henry and You loved each other, and never understood why things always seemed to keep you two apart; school, work, a marriage and whatever force it was. But, the three of them, would get the two of you together, by the time, Henry returned to London.
Saturday came, and Henry was racked with anxiety and worry about it. He went over the list of what he wanted to buy at the shop before he went to your house, rethought about the type of wine he should buy, worried that it wouldn't pair with the food, or worse, you wouldn't like it. Niki stood in the kitchen, watching Henry mumbled the words on the shopping list, for the twelfth time.
“Hank.” Niki said, his military commander voice coming out. “For fuck sake, man.”
“What, Niki?” Henry snapped, flustered.
“Come on, and grow that set of balls, you fucking have!” Niki barked back, like he was talking to some grunt on base. “You and that girl have been smitten, and goggling, at each other since you met. How the fuck, does me, Charlie, Simon, even Piers, mom, dad, her parents, and everyone on this island know it, and not the two of you?”
“She likes me?” Henry's heart leaped.
“Like you?” Niki grabbed Henry by the shoulders and gave him a good shake. “Y/n fucking loves you, you oaf! She married another man, while still holding on to her love for you. It's been how long, since the two of you have seen each other? And her love is still there. You've dated several women, got engaged once, but, your heart didn't love them. It was y/n, that you love. That's why those relationships never worked out, for either of you. I'm tried of us pussy footing around it.”
“She's in love with me.” It slowly all came to Henry now. “Fuck, I love her, Nik.” he grinned like a fool.
“Yeah, I know.” Niki quipped at him, relieved, finally, to see it on Henry's face. “But, don't be an idiot, and storm the castle, and scare her away. It's been twenty years of holding on to the love, probably feeling no hope of it happening. Not to mention, she's freshly divorced. Be the gentleman and good man you are, Henry. That's who she loves, you. Not your fame or money. She loves the real you.”
Henry shook his head. “No, if she can be so patient, I can as well. It's just dinner, after all.”
“A dinner you're fretting over, like a man going over his fucking vows.” Niki laughed at him.
“Shut the fuck up, Nik.” Henry laughed, pulling away from him. “I have to go shopping.” he said, picking up his coat and heading out.
“Don't fuck this up, Henry.” Nik said, to himself. “She's a good woman.”
You were running around your house like a terror from hell. You'd been cleaning your house, top to bottom, ever since you agreed to have Henry over to dinner. You'd changed outfits twice, and was thinking of a third time; were you too casual or too formal? Fuck, you never fretted this much when you and James were dating, course then, the two of you never really went on dates. So, finally you decided on something that said, I made an effort, but, I'm still bring myself. Nearly jumping out of your skin, when your doorbell finally rang.
“Fuck, have mercy.” You mumbled to yourself, hurrying to the door, paused a moment, then pulled it open, greeted by, a thankfully similarly dressed, Henry, who clutched a paper bag of groceries in one arm and a boquet of lavender and red roses in the other, that made you, instantly smile brighter. You took the roses from him, to release his arms of some of the burden, and smelled them, closing your eyes happily, no one ever bought you flowers before.
“You like them?” he asked, stepping into your entryway.
“I love them, Henry. Thank you.” You told him, stepping out of his way. “The kitchen is this way.” You led him down the hall into the nice and modern kitchen.
“What a kitchen.” Henry commented, surprised, as he set the groceries on the island. “You even have a pot filler by your stove.”
“Yes, James updated it in a frenzy after, God knows what. But, by the time it was finished, he lost interest.” You confessed, looking around it.
“Do you use it?” He asked, pulling things out of the bag.
“Sometimes.” You told him, watching the things he pulled out. “My mother usually the most, when she visits.” You stood on tip-toe to see what else he had, curious to what in the world he was going to make. “What are you feeding me, Henry?” You asked, turning and going down the hall into a closet and taking down at vase from its top shelf, so you could put the flowers in water.
“Thai Chicken and Coconut curry.” He told you, carefully folding the bag and setting it out of his way. “I recall you love Curry.” He said, watching you fill the vase.
“I do, a great deal.” You nodded, looking at him over your shoulder.
“Pans are there.” You pointed to the cabinet above the stove, any utenils you need are in the drawers on either side of the stove, and if you find yourself needing more spices, the pantry is the glass door with the word pantry on it.” You quipped.
“Excellent.” He said, pulling out a skillet from the cabinet above the stove, then turned to the island, biting his lip over all the food laid out over half of it, but grabbed the bottle of red wine, he'd bought two bottles, just in case, and showed it to you with a smile, suggestive.
You smiled back, reaching under the end of the island you were standing at and pulling out two wine glasses, from the hanging rack there. “The opener is below your left hand.” You told him, rounding the island to him with the glasses.
Henry took the bottle opener out of the drawer, and popped the bottle open. “I hope you like red wine, it pairs best with the curry I'm making.” he told you, pouring your glass, then his own.
“I love wine, in general.” You told him, taking a sip and savoring it.
“I'm glad.” He smiled happily at you, took a sip of his own glass and went to the counter behind him to grab a knife to cut up the chicken and other components of the dish, before getting it to simmer with the coconut milk. He tilted his head to you, one hand on your wine and your other holding a red pen, as you graded the big stack of tests in front of you.
“Are the tests still as silly as they were, when we attended?” He asked, coming to stand next to you, to watch.
“No, they're actually quite good.” You told him, scanning the test on top one more time, before setting it in the stack of papers you'd already done. “It's the answers that seem rather silly, nowadays.” You smiled at him. “The curry smells incredible.” You complimented him, your cheeks warming.
“Well, I hope so.” Henry grinned back, a blush on his own face. “Even though, this is the first time, I've made it.” He frowned back at the skillet, worried he'd mess it up or you wouldn't like it.
“I'm sure it will be excellent, Henry.” You told him, resting your hand on his arm. “How can something smell that good, and not be that good.” You inquired, following his gaze back to the stove.
“We shall find out.” He said, going to stir it.
You'd graded a good amount of your papers, by the time Henry had dinner ready, twenty-minutes later. You put them aside and put your full attention onto him as he plated it, biting the side of your lip as your heart skipped, he was gorgeous. The tip of his tongue poked out a tiny bit between his full lips, as he focused, chuckling softly, when he cursed, spilling a little bit on the counter. You got up, grabbing the dish towel by the sink, and leaned in to wipe it up, Henry looked up at you as you did, both of your faces an inch apart.
“I'm sorry.” He whispered, but not for the spill.
“It's alright.” You whispered back, understanding his meaning.
He put the pan down and cupped your cheek, then kissed you, with a pent up passion. You met his passion, tossing the cloth in your hand carefully onto the counter, and wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him pick you up and set you on the counter by the sink. Your kisses grew heated, and sloppy at moments, but, both of you were panting with satisfaction of finally being able to let it all loose.
“I'm sorry.” Henry said again, his hands resting on your hips. “I shouldn't have kissed you, I don't want you thinking I'm trying to rush anything.”
“I don't think that.” You told him, pressing your palms to his neck with your thumbs caressing his jawline. “I'm glad, I finally got to fucking kiss you, the way I've wanted too, for so long.” You confessed, licking your kiss swollen lips.
“As am I.” Henry smiled happily, kissing your lips again, ever so softly.
“We should eat, before it goes cold.” You told him against his lips. “You worked too hard, to let that happen.”
Still smiling, Henry moved away from you, and you hopped off the counter. Grabbing your plates, and refilled wine glasses, you both retired to your dining room, sitting across from each other and dug into the food Henry made.
“Oh god, Henry.” You moaned, eyes closing at the amazing taste of the curry.
“You like it?” He asked, his fork between his mouth and plate, waiting for you to take the first bite.
“It's super good.” You told him, going in for more. “You've out done yourself, Mr. Cavill.” You complimented him. “You are, indeed, a good cook.”
“Why, thank you, love.” He beamed, finally taking his bite, and finding you quite right about it. “So, how long have you been teaching at the school?” he asked, between bites.
“Three years.” You answered. “How long are you staying in Jersey?” You finally dared to ask him.
“I'm staying for a month or two.” He replied, a bit reluctant. “My agent's been contacted with a few roles that I'm interested in, and one that's been asked of me.”
“Oh?” You asked, genuinely interested.
“Yeah, one is Justice League, obviously Superman.” Henry easily spoke with you. “and,” He grinned, at the thought of the role, he hadn't told anyone yet. “One with Tom Cruise, for a new Mission Impossible movie.”
“That is so cool.” You grinned, excited for him. “Do you know what role?”
Henry sighed, still smiling. “Yes, the character is an American, Secret Operative, named Walker.” He explained, loving the look of genuine excitement and interest, not like most of the other women he's been with. Niki was right, you really loved him.
“Good guy or bad guy?” You asked, finishing the last bit of your food and taking up your wine glass.
“I'm not sure yet.” Henry told you. “I'd be excited if he was a bad guy, it's something different than what I've been playing the last little bit. And,” he leaned across the table to you, he was so excited, it infected you. “I get to grow a mustache.”
You giggled, at his excitement over it. “You must be thrilled, I'm sure you'll do an absolutely amazing job, whether Walker is good or bad.” You assured him, you were already proud of him for it.
“Why don't you come with me?” He asked, spontaneously, catching you off guard.
“What?” You smiled, flustered.
“We'll be filming in the summer, so you won't have to worry about school.” He reasoned with you.
“You want me to come with you, to wherever it is you'll be filming, during the summer?” You asked him, your stomach flipped with a flush of maybe it was too soon, and wanting to say yes, all at the same time.
“Yes.” Henry said softly, then blinked, his eyes going to his empty plate. “Fuck, I'm sorry, that was stupid. We've only just seen each other after years, and here I am asking you to come away with me. Nik told me, not to storm the castle.”
Your head dropped back as you roared with laughter, catching Henry off-guard this time. “Niki wouldn't go to the store, without a layout of the store's aisles, names of everyone that worked there, what number of the aisle that a specific item he needed was on, what shelf and where on said shelf, Henry, and you fucking know that.” You laughed, you'd grown up with the five Cavill brothers, and knew everyone of them, well.
Henry bust out laughing with you, knowing you were right. “But, still...” He closed his mouth, then opened it for a moment, before closing it again.
“You can tell me.” You whispered to him, reaching across the table and resting your hand on his. “Anything, you always have.”
“I don't want to rush, but I love you,” He told you, turning his hand to take a hold of yours. “and have since I was a nine.” He finally confessed. “Fuck, I'd take you away right now, if I could...”
“I'd go with you.” You interrupted him, gulping.
Henry looked up at you, his cheek twitching as a smile tried to pull across his lips. “Would you?” He whispered, quietly.
You squeezed Henry's hand has hard as you could, wanting the point to be made physically, emotionally and verbally. “Yes, all you need is to ask me, Henry.” You whispered back to him in the same tone.
“Would you go with me, when I film the movie, this summer, y/n?” He asked, in a steady conviction, dripping with just as much emotion, as he squeezed your hand, gently back.
“Yes.” You answered, in a normal and strong voice.
“Would you do something else, for me?” He asked, meeting your eyes.
“What?” You grinned.
“Come back to my parents with me,” he asked you. “I'll bring you home, I did bring my car.” He added. “I want my brothers to finally see us, and get the fuck off my back.” He laughed. “It seems they've been conspiring for a long time to get us together.”
“I know.” You grinned, slyly.
“What?” Henry asked, surprised, sitting up. “How?”
“Your brother married my best friend.” You told him, thinking of Mary. “She couldn't keep a secret, even if you didn't tell her one.” You chuckled, you loved her, but it was true. “She told me, after overhearing Simon and Charlie, talking about how to get us into the same place, once they knew you were coming home.” You explained, utterly amused.
“And, you didn't tell me until now?” He marveled at you.
“Unlike, my dear Mary, Henry.” You giggled, taking the last of your wine. “I can keep a secret. I mean, I kept the one about loving you, for twenty years.”
“But, everyone knew you had it.” Henry protested.
“Everyone, but you, who I had been hiding it from.” You countered, winking at him.
“Well, you've got me there.” Henry agreed, raising the last sip of his wine to you, in salute, then downed it.
“So, shall we go break the news?” You asked, pushing your seat back and getting up.
“We shall.” He grinned, getting up with you. “And, thinking about it.” He added, noticing the empty bottle of wine and the second one half full. “I think we should walk, we've had a few and it's not that long a walk.”
“Very smart.” You agreed, going down the hall to retrieve your coat. “Maybe, stop by the beach.” You suggested to him, holding out his coat to him as you both stood impossibly close.
“How many hours I've spent on that beach, either thinking about you, or watching you.” He admitted, taking his coat. “To finally step onto it with you.” Henry leaned down and kissed you again.
“You are an incredible person, and soul, Henry.” You told him, pressing your forehead to his. “It's one of the endless things, I love about you.” You brushed your hand through his hair, loving how soft it is, and his curls. “I love you.”
You and Henry entered his parents' house, and found his family just finishing their own dinner. All of them turned in their seats as you stopped in front of them, eyes on the pair of you, then dropping to your linked hands.
“Oh my god, Henry!” His mother, Marianne cried, getting out of her seat. “It's about time you told y/n the truth.” she grinned, ear to ear, and making both you and Henry blush. “Welcome into the family, y/n. Not that I never considered you a daughter to start with.”
“Mother.” Henry blushed, licking his lips and looking away.
“Christ, Henry.” His father chuckled, grinning himself. “Your Mother's planned your and y/n's wedding since you were ten.”
“Holy Christ!” Simon howled, holding his sides.
“A family conspiracy, I see.” You smiled, taking it in stride, and humor.
“So, has your mother, y/n.” Marianne told you, surprisingly.
“What?” You croaked, turning almost as red as Henry, in an instant, and looked up at him. “It's a wonder, how it is, we didn't end up in an arranged marriage.” You said, laughing harder, as Henry practically melted from the hot blush he had going on.
“We did think about it, but your fathers said no.” Marianne farther confessed.
“Mother.” Henry gasped, eyes wide as an owls, but she just shrugged at him.
“We always thought you two were so good for each other...”
“Don't use the soul mate word again, mum.” Niki said, insanely amused by the goings on.
“Again?” Henry squeaked out.
“This has been one, well thought out plan.” You admitted, giving them all props for it. “I commend, and thank you for it.” You looked at Henry, who looked at you, his face relaxing and his color returning. “If you all weren't so insist about it, I don't know if we would have done it ourselves.” You professed, blinking softly at him.
Henry nodded, sharing your sentiment and feelings. “I agree.” he whispered, kissing you, right there, in front of his entire family, Kal included, as Marianne clapped wildly and his brothers laughing their heads off.
“Are you two staying for dessert?” Marianne asked, when the kiss broke.
“Most likely, have each other for dessert, mum.” Piers commented, winking at Henry and you.
“Piers!” Marianne snapped, softly at her youngest, who just shrugged his shoulders and hands at her, unabashed.
“I can go for both.” You whispered in Henry's ear.
“I heard that!” Charlie chimed in.
“Oh, shut it!” Henry barked at him, playfully. “You all got what you want, and we got what we want.” he said, putting his arm around you. “So, what's for dessert?” he asked, as a place for you two was made.
When dessert was finished, You and Henry walked down to the beach, hand and hand, happy and full. You took your shoes off, walking in the wet sand as the soft waves washed over your ankles. Henry seemed content, but also thoughtful.
“What's on your mind, Henry?” You asked, hugging his arm and pulling him closer to you.
“Thinking about how I already miss you.” He told you the truth. “Granted, I won't be leaving until filming for the movie starts, and you'll be coming with me...” he sighed.
“You're thinking about after, when school here starts again.” You nodded, looking out over the water.
“I'll be back in London, and you'll be here.” He watched the water with you. “I know, it's not too far to travel, but it seems almost farther than the time it took us, to get where we are, here and now.”
“Well, what if I told you,” You started, pulling him to a stop. “that perhaps we wouldn't have to be so far apart.” You asked, looking up a him, still holding his hand as your other hand rested on his side.
“What are you talking about?” Henry frowned, shaking his head, confused.
“At the start of this school year, I was given an offer,” You explained to him. “to teach, at a school in London, next school year.” You told him, with the hint of a smile, hoping it was alright with him.
Henry's eyes grew. “Really?” He asked, feeling a hope.
“Yes,” You nodded, smiling up at him, seeing the spark in his eyes. “I was given recommendation from our school.” You told him, grinning.
“That's incredible!” Henry exclaimed, picking you up and kissing you. “Do you have a place?” he asked, still holding you, wet and sandy feet dangling.
“The school offered me a place until I found something.” You told him, feeling the pounding of his heart against yours.
“Fuck that.” Henry snapped, shaking his head. “Stay with me.” he told you, adamant. “I love you! Christ, I think Kal loves you more than I do, he'd love it just as much.” he searched your eyes. “Please.” he begged you, setting you down.
“I am yours, Henry.” You told him, dearly. “I want to go where you are, where ever you are.”
“And, You will.” He told you, grinning so hard his face hurt.
“Oh, don't do that.” You whimpered, seeing tears in his eyes, choking you up. “You know, what happens to me when you cry.” You told him, wiping at them as they slipped down his face, your own falling with them.
“I'm so happy to be home.” He sniffed, holding your face in his hands. “Home.” he empathized, pressing his forehead to yours.
Ryan received his Soul Markings after a first week in his sophomore year of high school, and it didn’t help his studies when all he could think about was that his for forever mate, his other half, his soul mate, was in the same building as he was, or at least, he hoped.
At first it was so intriguing to look at the silvery crescent shape on the back of his hand but after awhile, he started hiding it with a pair of fingerless gloves, acutely becoming aware of how personal and intimate the mark would become to mean to him. He couldn’t comprehend the idea of how the girls in his class could flaunt their marks to their classmates in such an obvious pride.
When Ryan first got his mark he ran straight to his mother who took his hand and looked down at it with a smile. He was scared she wouldn’t be accepting because 13 was still a young age to get the markings. There were many seniors without them, and even some of his father’s work friends didn’t even have them. The thought scared Ryan at first - knowing that there wouldn’t be someone who could make you happy in only the way that one special person could. It’s not like two unmarked people couldn’t go out or get married, it was just.. refreshing to know that there was someone out there who was specifically meant for him.
It wasn’t until the next morning he noticed the mark on his hand because the burning was so intense that his mother let him stay home and keep a wet washcloth on it.
But now… He wish he never received it in the first place. Not only did the Receiving hurt his hand for the next few days (there was still a numb stinging sensation on his hand at times), but he was constantly regretting everything he did. What if they didn’t like his personality, or the way he dressed, or how he ate his food, or worse, what if they didn’t like his blond hair? What if him and his match don’t get along at all?
It takes him a long time to start paying attention in class and by the time he started working on his notes, the bell for lunch sounded throughout the school building.
—
It should be easier than this. Why can’t it be easier?
Ryan spent the rest of his lunch period scanning the cafeteria, looking over people he thinks he’s made contact with in the past two weeks.
The only person he knows that has a mark is Philip Evans, Emily Heller, and Ashley Chang.
Ashley was a Korean-American exchang student in her freshmen year. After she heard word of Ryan’s Recieving, she immediately approached the blond and stared asking about it. Ryan wasn’t at all embarrased to tell her, though, because she had recently got hers, and she was probably just making sure that they weren’t matched.
Actually, he knew instantly that it wasn’t her. It’s not that he didn’t think she was crazy hot (because she was), it was the fact that his friend Emily came to talk to him, and he found that fate had paired the two girls together.
Philip, though, was a freshmen that year too, but they never really talked. The boy just started having a panic attack during the middle of lunch one day, and they had to rush him to the nurse. Rumor spread that he was in the middle of his Receiving and was sent home for the rest of the day and the next.
Ryan was still waiting impatiently, glancing around the cafeteria to find his perfect girl. It was only wishful thinking, but Ryan really wanted her to look pretty, or have some nice traits about her but he was too nervous to outright talk about his Mark. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to get made fun of because of the sign that they were given. He stayed there, tapping his foot until the bell rang for the forty minute lunch to be over and he got up and rushed out of the room, speed walking past the men’s restrooms. A gasp came from within and Ryan stopped for a second, forcing himself to believe it was just two jocks messing around and writing and pissing on the stalls (what the hell is wrong with high school?).
He knows he should have stayed out of it, but once he stuck his head into the restroom, he was right. It was a jock messing around a bit too much and forcing some kid’s head in the toilet and yelling homophobic slurs at him while the kid struggled. The bunched up brown leather jacket under the sink told him all it needed to and Ryan rushed over, grabbing the back of the older kid’s jersey and slamming him into the hall.
“What the fuck are you doin’ yo-”
The jock might as well bit his tongue then, because next thing Ryan knew, he was popping him in the mouth and pounced on the taller boy, giving and recieving hits (hopefully giving more, but it was hard to tell). Ryan somehow ended up pinning him to the ground while he straddled his chest, gripping the front end of his collar. He admired the black eye and busted lip he gave him before getting up and kicking at his leg, rushing back into the bathroom.
Ryan fell to his knees in the stall because in front of him Philip Evans was having a heavy panic attack, curled up in the corner by the toilet. The poor freshmen didn’t know what to do, he just cowered in fear and tugged on his dripping brown hair. Ryan could physically feel the walls caving in on the boy and he did his best to make him comfortable, tugging off the black zip up jacket he had on and wrapped it around his shoulders. In this state, it looked big on him.
“Hey, I need you to calm down okay?" Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Ryan gently took his hands away from Philip’s face and flinched back at the burning sensation in his hand but paid no mind to it, gently giving the darker skinned trembling hands a soft squeeze.
"Breathe in, it’s okay,” he whispered and took a dramatic deep breath in so he could follow along, and exhaled.
After the boy’s panic attack was over and Philip had his head resting calmly in the crook of Ryan’s neck with the blond’s hand rubbing the back of his head soothingly, Ryan breathed out tiredly. They both sat on the tiled floor in a puddle of - hopefully - clean toilet water. Ryan kept telling him to “shh” in the nicest way possible.
At this point, it was almost impossible to ignore the burning on the back of his hand and Ryan carefully took the glove off and pressed it against the puddled floor, sucking in a deep breath of relief. The damn thing always flared up at the worst possible time, and he hoped Philip wouldn’t start freaking out again. Now that he was relaxed, he could feel the swelling in his face now. Ryan knew there’d be a black eye forming and some kind of bruise on his jaw, and he hoped Philip didn’t take blame in that.
It took a few minutes but Philip lifted his head and hissed, his hand carefully grasping at the nape of his neck. Ryan caught the view of an outlined star before it was covered, and he bit back a comment.
“It hurts.” Philip.
“Mine does too, it’ll go away in a couple of minutes… Your anxiety attack probably just made you more aware or some shit,” Ryan mumbled back and stood up and brought him with him, hooking an arm under his armpit.
They stumbled out of the bathroom after Ryan retrieved Philip’s jacket, his bag, and two paper towels (Ryan wrapped one around his hand and forced Philip to hold the other against his neck), slowly walking them to the nurse’s office with a trail of water dripping behind them.
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