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prompt: “hands off her”

pairing: general hux x doctor!reader

ask: I love ur doctor!reader x hux fanfics and I was wondering if you could make one where they are in a relationship and hux is very in love with her? Based of “Hands off of her” pleasee?? Thanks 😆

word count: 1061

warnings: none

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Armitage Hux easily turned green.

Not because he was pale, or easily sea-sickened, he was just a little too protective at times.

It had only been a few months since you two decided to “date”, if you call regular cafe meetings and routine check-ups on the medbay a date, but you learned that he was very defensive when it came to his favorite doctor.

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Cardiovascular Palpitations Part 1 (ft. Jeongguk) [M]

→ fluff, angst, smut, mentions of blood/surgery → Jeongguk ft. Taehyung | friendswithbenefits!au, doctors!au → part 1 | part 2 | story talk

It was complicated. But it worked. You two were doctors, cardio surgeons at that. Complicated was usual, it was your business, your work, your lifestyle. And neither of you had time for an actual relationship, for the hours of work for writing heartfelt letters or planning dates out on the beach. Both you and Jeongguk needed quickies in the stockroom, someone to dress up and look hot so he can get revenge on his ex, someone to give a blow job or finger you to relax your nerves before an important presentation, someone to understand the burdens and harsh lifestyle of being a doctor. And somehow in that chaos, you’d found eachother and it worked out. 

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bottle up old love (jjk) (m)

summary: Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

genre: exes to lovers, the holy trinity of angst/smut/fluff

word count: 4.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble 💀)

prompt: JK + exes to lovers + "I'm sorry" + "I hate you" + "Don't fucking touch me" + "Leave" (for @btsborahaee <3)

warnings: language, a short harassment scene at the beginning (nothing too intense), explicit content including: unprotected sex (DO NOT), fingering, praise kink, biting, marking, spanking, cum eating (sort of?), big cawk soft dom jk, cowgirl (yeehaw), creampie, cockwarming, i think that's all but this also wasn't supposed to be too smutty so clearly idk what's going on lol

MASTERLIST

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

You spit the words at the man in front of you, pushing him back as he tries to make another grab at your arm.

“Why do you gotta be like that?” Seungcheol whines. “I thought we were having fun.”

“You and I have very different ideas of fun.” You take a step backwards towards your building. Somewhere down the sidewalk, footsteps clatter against the pavement.

“C’mon.” He matches your movement, reaches for you again. “Invite me up. You enjoyed the last time, didn’t you? I told you that was just a warm-up.”

The building’s brick wall is closer than you thought, and you bang your shoulder against it as you try to sidestep him. “Last time you didn’t follow me to a bar I didn’t even invite you to. How did you know where I was anyway?”

“Let me come up, and I’ll tell you,” he rumbles with a flicker of his eyebrows. He has you fully backed up against the wall now, and you press against the muscle of his chest to no avail.

“Stop!” you shout before he’s ripped away from you so suddenly that you’re left blinking in confusion, huddled against the brick.

There’s a thud–the sound of a fist hitting flesh–and a yelp before Seungcheol is reeling back with his hands clutching his nose. Blood seeps out from beneath his fingers, black even under the glow of the streetlamps.

“What the fuck?” he shrieks, and it’s only then that you take a proper look at your savior, looking every bit like he’s stepped straight out of the shadows with his dark hair, ebony clothes, and deep brown eyes.

And a lead weight drops into your stomach as you recognize him.

Jungkook sets himself between you and Seungcheol, looming over the latter as he continues to cover his face, whining. “I’m giving you ten seconds to get out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?!”

“Ten,” Jungkook growls, taking a step in Seungcheol’s direction. “Nine.”

Seungcheol straightens–clearly a last-ditch attempt to look intimidating. Spitting blood onto the concrete, he peers at you over Jungkook’s shoulder. “This isn’t over, bitch.”

Then he spins and takes off running down the street.

Your hands grip your elbows. It may be a balmy summer night, but you’re shivering where you stand, unsure whether you’re more affected by Seungcheol’s behavior or the ghost who’s unexpectedly in front of you.

“Are you okay?” he quietly asks, gaze fixed on your face. You stare at your shoes and give him a brisk nod as a response before turning away, punching in your building code, and walking through the front door.

He follows closely, slipping in behind you and trailing a few feet. You let him for a little while, guiding him through the modest lobby and up the first flight of stairs. But when you’re halfway up the second stairwell–almost to your floor–you pause on the landing, spinning his way.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

His eyes are gentle, sincere. “Making sure you get in safely.”

“There’s no need for that,” you assert. “I’m already in my building. There’s a keypad. I’m good.”

“The keypad does almost nothing. I followed you in no problem.”

“So I should be worried about you then?”

He flushes, the tips of his ears going pink. “Please just let me see you inside.”

You want to argue back, want to shout at him and make a scene, but you know it’s no use. Know that he’s stubborn as a bull and will get what he wants one way or another.

It’s how he broke up with you after all.

You say nothing, only hustle up the last set of steps and down the dimly-lit hallway until you’re in front of your door, Jungkook tailing you the whole time with his hands in his pockets. You practically fumble your key in your haste to get it into the lock, letting out a satisfied sigh as the latch finally clicks open.

“There. I’m in,” you say as you step over the threshold, waving a dismissive hand at your unwanted companion. “Leave.”

But he hesitates just outside the doorway, teeth chewing at the corner of his lip. “What are you going to do if he comes back?”

“That’s my problem, isn’t it? I stopped being your concern when you dropped me out of nowhere a year ago.”

Your eyes sting at the memory, tears threatening to spill over. You don’t want him here. Don’t want to see him or have him anywhere in your vicinity. Not when it still hurts like this.

Though, truth be told, you don’t expect to ever be fully over him.

“We’re done, Jungkook,” you murmur. “You made sure of that.”

And you close the door in his face.

The distress subsides quickly once he’s out of sight–like he was never there to begin with–and you don’t linger, dropping your bag on the sofa and heading straight for the bathroom. This is how you’ve made it a year without him; it was weeks of crying before you realized that wallowing was doing you no good, only fueling your misery instead of providing any kind of catharsis. So you’ve done your best to simply push past it and cast away the anguish that bubbles up every time you think of him. Not allow it to linger like the shadows at the edges of the room.

You shed your clothes and turn the shower to a temperature that you’ll probably regret later. But for now, you savor the way the water sears your skin as you wash away the day with all of its unpleasant surprises. Taking your time, you scrub every inch of your body and carefully shampoo your hair (trying not to fall back into the fantasy that’s plagued you on occasion where it’s his hands and not yours spreading the bubbles over your form).

The self-care continues as you step out of the shower and leisurely work through your skin care routine, even taking the time to blow dry your hair. By the time you exit the bathroom, the fog on the mirror has dissipated, and you’ve once again successfully tamped down the memory of Jungkook and his hands and eyes and everything you ever felt for him.

Or so you think.

After popping into your bedroom to pull on some pajamas, you pad back into the living room for a glass of water, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the front door. Regret attempts to push its way into your consciousness against your better judgment. The man broke your heart, yes. But you do feel a little guilty slamming the door in his face after he just fought off a creep for you.

And speaking of Seungcheol, what if he does come back? You’re pretty sure he saw you punch in the building code the night you brought him home with you, and given his behavior, you wouldn’t be surprised if he filed it away in his head.

Anxiety winning out, you creep to the door and peer through the peephole. The hallway looks empty, drab beige walls taking up most of your field of view, but you jump as you spot a hulking shadow to the right. Your heartbeat races then slows, a closer look revealing hunched, unmoving shoulders wrapped in a familiar black t-shirt.

Jungkook swings his head to look at you as you open the door and glare down at him. His legs are pulled up, arms resting on his knees, and it might be endearing if not for the fact that he absolutely, positively should not be here.

“What are you doing?” you ask him for the second time tonight.

“He might come back.”

“And you’re going to what? Fight him?”

He shrugs. “If I have to.”

“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow, challenging. “You’re going to sit out here all night?”

He shifts where he sits, wiggling his hips like he’s firmly planting his butt into his chosen spot. “Yes.”

You roll your eyes at him but don’t doubt that he would. Again, if there is anything you know this man to be, it’s stubborn. “You’re going to scare the neighbors.”

“Who, Mrs. Kwon?” A tiny smile plays on his lips as he glances in the direction of your elderly neighbor’s apartment. “I think she’d be delighted to see me.”

If you’re being honest, she probably would be. She’s always adored Jungkook and praised him as the “kind, handsome young man” who helped her put away groceries and fixed her leaky faucet one time. In the months following your breakup, she’d asked about him once or twice, patting your arm reassuringly when you awkwardly told her she wouldn’t be seeing him anymore.

“Don’t worry, dear,” she said. “He’ll come around.”

Well she’s turned out to be right in that he’s certainly back here again, still watching you from his spot on the floor. And you don’t know whether it’s his big doe eyes or the fact that he really would guard your apartment all night if you let him or the genuine fear that one of the other neighbors will make a fuss at his presence, but you feel yourself softening.

Turning abruptly, you stride into the kitchen for your glass of water, walking out of sight of the door, which is still wide open.

“You coming?” you call, pulling two glasses down from the cupboard.

There’s a rustle as Jungkook stands and shuffles into your apartment, closing the door behind him with a soft thud. For someone who was so determined to defend you tonight, he seems uncertain now that he’s actually inside. His hands are once again stuffed in his pockets, and his eyes flicker around like he hasn’t been here a thousand times. Hasn’t cooked you breakfast in this kitchen in nothing but his boxers. Hasn’t watched The Notebook with you on this TV and held you as you both cried.

Hasn’t made love to you on the couch.

You slide a water his way, and he murmurs his thanks, sipping at it lightly. It’s strange–seeing him here again–and you can’t help but think about the last time he stood in this room. It’d been a maelstrom of accusations and hurt feelings that culminated in him storming out, the slam of the door echoing in your ears.

“You never cleaned that?” He gestures at the rug that covers most of the sitting area in your living room, eyes on the dark purple stain roughly the size of your hand.

You gulp down your water and try not to follow his line of sight. Try not to remember how you’d knocked over a glass of wine in your haste to get his clothes off during another movie night less than a month before your breakup.

“I kind of forgot about it,” you say. “Stopped noticing it after a while.” 

It’s a lie. There was never a time when you didn’t notice it, the memory of him haunting you every time you sit down on the couch and stare at the garish stain. And still, you haven’t been able to bring yourself to try and erase it.

Silence worms its way between you again. With only the soft light from the tabletop lamp glowing next to the couch, Jungkook’s face is cloaked in shadow. And so you barely see his lips move when he speaks. Barely hear it with how quietly his whisper slips into the room.

“I’m sorry.”

Your glass almost drops from your fingers, droplets splashing across your knuckles as you catch it at the last moment and steady it on the countertop. Turning to face him, you find his gaze already on you, melancholy tinting his expression.

“What?”

He tongues his lip ring, shoulders dropping a fraction. “For how things ended. I’m sorry.”

You can see the sincerity in his posture, can see the sadness in his form. And yet, his words only fill you with a hot anger that bubbles out of you before you can swallow it down.

“I don’t know why you would be,” you challenge, “being that you didn’t even respect me enough to give me a proper reason.”

Jungkook huffs at that; you think he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Did it really matter?”

“Yes.”

He gnaws at his lip again, no longer looking at you, and his lack of an answer only riles you up further.

“Was there someone else?” you demand, causing him to flinch. It was the same thing you asked him when he told you he thought you should break up, standing in almost this exact same spot.

“No,” he murmurs after a moment. “There wasn’t anyone else.” He pushes a hand through his dark, silky hair. “There hasn’t been anyone else since either.”

This surprises you. Jungkook is, in your eyes, the handsomest man you have ever come face-to-face with, but even from an objective standpoint, he is exceedingly attractive. There is no doubt in your mind that he would easily be able to land a woman if he so desired.

“So then why?”

He sets his jaw, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows and fixes his stare out the window. And it’s this final refusal, this steadfast dedication to not explaining himself, that finally has tears tracking down your cheeks.

The sight of you crying has his attention snapping back your way, hands reaching out as if to hold you.

“Don’t touch me,” you gasp, recoiling until you’re out of reach. “I…I hate you.”

It almost seems as if your voice lands physically, and Jungkook staggers back like you’ve slapped him, remorse immediately wiggling its way between your ribs. You know you don’t mean the words even as they fall from your mouth, but it feels pointless to take them back now, the sentiment already thrown out there and hovering in the hollow space between you.

Jungkook muddles towards the couch–more of a defeated slump dragging his steps than anger–and you think he’s going to sit down before he whirls back towards you at the last second.

“The gala,” he mutters. “That’s when I decided.”

You know which one he’s talking about. Hosted by your medical school to celebrate the end of the academic year, it had been a night of food, dancing, and socializing. You had, of course, brought him as your date and introduced him to your friends and classmates, excited to finally allow him to put faces to names. As you comb through your memories of the night, you can’t pinpoint any warning signs, only remembering the way he’d smiled at you throughout. The way he’d pulled you close and danced you around the room.

“I don’t…I don’t understand.”

He rakes his fingers through his hair again, tossing strands of night over his forehead. A sad chuckle looses itself into the thick air of the room, and the final dregs of his resolve flicker away. “I realized that I didn’t deserve to stand next to you. That you could do much better than me.”

Whatever you thought his reason had been–whatever theories or thoughts had kept you up night after night for the past year–this is not even close to what you expected. And while you always thought finally receiving an answer would be freeing, would offer you some semblance of understanding, you’re surprised at the rage that boils in the pit of your stomach, bile rising in your throat.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” you growl, taking an angered step towards him. “You were feeling insecure, and you made the decision to break up with me without even thinking to, I don’t know, discuss it with me first?”

His hand goes to the back of his neck now, embarrassment showing its face as he peers at you from under his lashes. “I was stupid–”

“No, shit.”

“But can you blame me?” he presses. “There we were: you, about to be this incredible doctor with all of your doctor friends…” His voice falters, sorrow lacing his tone. “And I’m just a tattoo artist.”

The defeatist way he says it helps to dampen your ire some, even if a heap of frustration remains–the sad shape of his doe eyes softening your edges.

“Just a tattoo artist,” you repeat. “Jungkook, I have always been so, so proud of you. I was never anything but proud to have you as my partner. You must’ve known that.”

His teeth worry his lip, and though he nods, he doesn’t seem fully convinced.

So you continue on, closing the distance between you a fraction more. “You started your own business from nothing. And I saw how hard you worked: to get the building, to hire other artists, train your apprentices.” You shake your head–half in irritation, half in awe. “And look at you now! You’re thriving. The last I heard, if you want an appointment at Golden Tattoo, you need to book months in advance.”

His eyes are alight now, some hidden emotion glimmering under the surface, but he stays quiet as he soaks in your words.

“So how can you possibly act like you weren’t enough?” you push. “You are amazing, Jungkook. And I never gave a shit about any job comparisons people may have made.” One more step, and suddenly you’re almost chest-to-chest. As always, you’re unable to resist the pull of his gravity. Yanked right back into his orbit. “I only wanted you. I’ve only ever wanted y–”

He cuts you off with his mouth, strong hands snagging your hips to pull you against him, and your own fingers reflexively tangle in his black hoodie as your subconscious gives itself over to him. Like it’s been waiting for this.

“I’m not. Not thriving,” he mumbles against your lips. “Not without you. Been miserable without you.”

And in spite of your anger, in spite of the fact that you were ready to kick him out a mere hour ago, you find yourself kissing him back, relishing the slick glide of his tongue as he licks into your mouth.

You startle as the backs of your knees suddenly bump against the couch, and then Jungkook is spinning as he settles onto the plush seat, pulling you along to straddle him. He sucks at your neck until you can feel the blood blooming under your skin, painting you like the pretty ink on his arm.

Speaking of.

The fabric of his hoodie whispers as you pull it up and over his back and head, tossing it over his shoulder and into a corner. His arms now bare to you, you gloss over his tattoos with your eyes and fingers until you find the one you’d picked out for him; the lovely orange of the flower petals seem to glow even in the dim light of the room.

“Beautiful,” you whisper.

“Just like you.”

You look at him then, the twinkle of tiny galaxies in his eyes betraying his hope. And before you can go any further, you need confirmation.

“You left.”

“I did.” Fingertips press lightly against your waist like he’s afraid you might be the one to disappear now. “I’m sorry.”

“Jungkook, if…” You lick your lips. Can almost taste his regret. “If we do this and you leave again–”

“If we do this, I'm not going anywhere,” he insists, tugging your hips down to grind against him and ghosting a kiss at your jaw. “Just wanna be here with you. Just want you.”

And it’s all you need to hear.

You shed the cotton shirt you had thrown on after your shower and move to yank his own off, tossing it in the same corner as his hoodie. The muscles of his pecs and abs shift under your hands, burning hot where your fingers trace the contours of his torso. 

“God, I missed this,” he groans as he buries his face between your breasts, nipping at the skin there before laving the spot with his tongue.

You’d agree–echo the sentiment that your body has been aching for this–if not for the fact that you’re too busy trying to get the two of you naked, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts.

But a tattooed hand covers yours, eases it away to take its place. “No,” he rumbles. “Let me.”

Wide palms and long fingers span your hips and thighs, grasping as much skin as possible even as he drags your shorts and panties down your legs and helps to steady you as you kick them off. They join the tangle of his own clothes

“Fucking gorgeous,” he growls at the sight of you finally naked in front of him. And with such speed that it almost seems like it’s involuntary, an impulse outside of his control, he’s immediately stroking at the apex of your thighs.

“Baby, this wet for me already?” A breathy sigh passes from his mouth to yours, almost laughing at the ease with which he glides through your folds. “Hell, I could just–”

A finger slips in and you gasp, Jungkook smiling wickedly at you as he quickly adds a second and curls them against your walls. You force your eyes closed as they roll back in your head, and you keel forward, babbling incoherently against the line of his collarbone.

“Use your words, love; you can do it.” He says it as if his fingers aren’t currently buried in you down to the knuckle. As if he’s not making you see stars behind your eyelids right now.

You choke down a breath, desperate for the oxygen. “Insane,” you pant. “I said you’re fucking insane.”

“Only for you,” he says before sliding his digits out of you and dipping them into his mouth. He moans at the taste, and even with his lips closed tightly, you can see the way he’s working his tongue around each finger, unwilling to waste a single drop of your essence.

Like you said. Insane.

He gives you a moment to catch your breath until you’re the one who’s getting impatient, hastily undoing his belt and tearing it from his pants with a hiss. But as you shift off of him so he can slither out of his pants and boxers–his length springing free to slap against his smooth stomach–you’re hit with an untimely realization.

“Jungkook, I don’t have condoms.”

He freezes, the color draining from his face (though admittedly, that may be because all of his blood has clearly gone south). The two of you stare at each other for a long second before he suddenly leans over, rummaging back through his pants pockets. He pulls out his wallet, rifles through it, then tosses it across the room in frustration, head tilting back against the couch as he groans at the ceiling.

“Fuck, me neither.”

You chew at your lip, a loaded quiet settling over the room as Jungkook wipes a hand over his face.

“I’m still on birth control,” you whisper, and Jungkook whips his head around, eyes wide and questioning like he’s not sure he heard you right. But you don’t repeat yourself, only hold his stare until he’s tentatively reaching out to graze his fingertips along your thigh.

“I told you. There’s been no one else.” His expression is earnest, eager. You trust that he’s telling the truth, and yet you also know that if you refused him, if you said you weren’t comfortable, he wouldn’t push.

So you swing a leg back over his lap, drag your wet folds against his cock. He moans, gripping your thighs hard, but he leans in to bite at your lower lip with a growl before pulling back to search your face.

“You?”

It hurts that he even feels the need to ask. Because how could you even want someone else? Who could possibly measure up?

You brush a reassuring, barely-there kiss against his already swollen lips. “No one else for me either.”

This seems to please him, but you still see hesitation behind his eyes as he asks, “What about the guy downstairs?”

A drunken mistake was what that was. All sloppy lips and fumbling hands that had left you feeling more empty than anything, and which resulted in you sending Cheol away before he had even gotten a peek at your bedroom.

“We made out once,” you admit, hating that you’re even having to think about another man when Jungkook is here in front of you. “But nothing else happened.”

“Good,” he grunts, but his fingers dig into your backside like he’s trying to reclaim you. And just a fraction of a second later, he’s devilishly tonguing his lip ring as he winds his palm back to bring it down harshly against the meat of your ass, the smack echoing between the walls almost endlessly.

“Ride me, baby.”

You’re quick to line him up–desperate, at this point, to have him inside of you–and begin to ease yourself down slowly, trying to give your body the space and time to adjust to the burning stretch of his girth. He’s always filled you to your absolute limit, tested the furthest boundaries of how much your body can take with his size.

“Yesss,” he hisses, nipping at your neck once again. “You’re doing great, love. Always take me so fucking well.”

You gasp as he bottoms out, struggling to catch your breath with the relentless push of him. If you were a betting woman, you’d put money on your intestines being somewhere in the area of your throat right now.

He wraps his inked arm around your waist, continuing to whisper his praises against the shell of your ear as he starts to guide your body up and down. Intoxicated by the smooth slide of his length, you soon find your pace, and your shared moans fill the room–the whole city probably able to hear you right now.

You move that way until the pressure building becomes too much and your legs start to tremble, quivering against Jungkook’s own muscled thighs.

“It’s okay; I’ve got you.” He bands his arms around you and presses you to his chest, holding you in place so he can thrust upwards.

Hard.

You’re practically screaming now, burying your teeth into his shoulder so as to muffle your sounds and not scare the neighbors. It’s all you can do to hold on for dear life as he rapidly pistons his cock inside of you, the slap of your hips like a metronome.

It builds and builds until it breaks and you’re falling apart in his arms, the spasms of your inner walls pulling him over the edge with you as he empties his seed deep inside.

The silence that follows in unlike the others you previously shared this evening–tension traded for serenity as you sit on the couch holding each other, you still contentedly stuffed full of him. He traces the ridges of your spine in a soothing pattern that has your eyelids drooping, your cheek resting against the warm skin of his neck.

“I missed this,” you whisper once your brain has finally remembered how to construct human speech.

“I missed you.”

You pull back so you can rest your forehead against his and gently run a finger over the lines of his face. “Where do we go from here?”

He hums. Tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “Take it day by day?” he suggests. “We don’t need to rush into anything if you don’t want to.”

“Mm, that does seem like a problem for tomorrow.”

A dark eyebrow quirks, teasing. “And what about right now?”

“Now?” you ask. “Do you remember the way to the bedroom? Or…” You shift your hips, already feeling him twitching inside of you.

“Or.” He jolts forward to capture your mouth in a hot kiss, and you smile into it, whole again. “Or sounds good.”

a/n: pls like, reblog, reply, and/or send an ask if you enjoyed! <3

The one with the one night stand (1)

Summery: One night, while being out with your friend you meet non other than Henry Cavill. You two have an amazing one night stand but that’s all it is, you’ll never meet him again. Right?

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

You didn’t know how you got into this situation... well of course you knew how but... fuck you had been careful.

But now it was clear you hadn’t been careful enough.

2 months before

Sarah had bugged you all week to make sure you wouldn’t blew them off. They wanted to go out, have fun but you were so tired. You had had such crazy shifts at the hospital lately that you just wanted to eat a pizza, watch a movie and fall asleep (probably while the movie was still going since you were so tired)

But you promised her and beside, even if you had wanted to stand them up, she had come to your house one hour before so she could be sure you would be there. She knew you so well...

So now you were in this forsaken pub, the music was too loud and a brick wall had just spilled his drink all over you. Why couldn’t you have a break? You didn’t even want to be here

“I’m so sorry”- shouted the brick wall

“It’s ok, don’t worry about it. At least this gives me a reason to leave”- you said sure the guy had left as soon as you had said ‘it’s ok’ and you were talking to yourself.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad. Can I buy you a drink to say sorry”- the guy said

Damn if you didn’t love an accent. You weren’t born and raised in England, you had moved here for work and the first thing you had learnt was that you loved a British accent. It was your soft spot.

You looked at the brick wall for the first time and you were speechless. Why was Superman wasting his time talking to you?

“I- you don’t have to. It’s nothing really”- you finally answered. You were a fan ok?! You knew Henry Cavill was a nice person

“I want to”- he insisted

“Ok then”- you couldn’t really tell him no twice.

Now

How could have you known that after that first drink, you two would have had some more? How could have you known you would have ended up with him kissing you against a wall? How could have you known you would have brought him to your house at the end of the night?

But most of all.. How could you have known that 2 months later you would have been alone, in your bathroom, with a positive pregnancy test in your hand and without a way to tell the father?

You didn’t even have his number. You parted ways the next day nicely of course, but you knew it didn’t mean anything to the both of you.

I mean you wouldn’t have objected to maybe a date or two, the guys was nice, handsome, super kind and had actually listened to you while you were talking that night. But he didn’t asked for your number and you, not only were shy, but didn’t want to seem a creep by asking the number of a super famous actor.

So when he said goodbye you just let him leave.

So what were you going to do now?

You could send him a DM on Instagram but he would probably never read it. He probably got millions of DM everyday so not a good option. Let’s leave it to be option B

You had a vaguely idea where his house was and maybe if you creeped it out a bit you could find out precisely where he lived. You didn’t want to bother him, but you had to tell him, to just let him know, without pretending anything from him. He could decide to do whatever... you just had to tell him

And whatever happened you could do this on your own. You were an adult woman with a job, you could have this baby and be a good mom. It didn’t matter this wasn’t how you wanted to become a mother, it didn’t matter you had always dreamed of a big love story, the only thing it mattered was that you knew already you would do anything for this kid. Even risking a restraining order to get in touch with the father.

You gently caressed your abdomen, even if you weren’t showning yet. But you knew the baby was there.

“We are gonna be fine kid. I promise you”- you whispered

You knew what you had to do:

Get an appointment to confirm the pregnancy with a blood test (this was easy, you could do it tomorrow while being a work. You could ask a favor to your friend Ob-Gyn)

Find Henry Cavill and tell him that you were pregnant with his child.

Easy enough... right?!

I don’t know how I dare to start a multi chapter story when I have one going on already, but I had this idea in my mind and I had to write it down and once I wrote the first chapter I had to post it (lol). So let me know if you think it’s worth keep going with it. I know what I want to happen in the story, I would like to know if you would be interested in reading it. English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, sorry.

This being said I can’t promise constant updates, between my exams and lessons and the internships I don’t have a lot of time, but if you’re interested I’m gonna find the time to keep going with it.

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P.S. you probably don’t care but I’m pretty sure I’m gonna change my name here on tumblr. Just letting you know

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The one with the one night stand (2)

Summery: one night, while being out with your friends, you meet non other than Henry Cavill. You two have an amazing one night stand but that’s all it is, you’ll never meet him again. Right?

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warning: angst I guess

The appointment with your friend Ob-gyn had gone well: the baby was there and it was healthy.

Hearing the baby heartbeat had been one of the best moment of your life, the little peanut that was there was entrusting you with its life and you were ready to do whatever you needed to be sure it was healthy and happy.

Hearing the heartbeat had motivated you even more to find a way to get in touch with Henry.

So here you were a week later...

You weren’t even sure how, but you were outside his house in your car, trying to find the courage to get out of the car and ring the bell.

You knew what was going to happen, he wouldn’t believe you, he would think you were trying to take advantage of him and his money but you were even ready to get insulted. You didn’t care, your baby deserved at least a change at having a father.

You took a deep breath and looked at Henry’s house, maybe some God was looking out for you because you saw the door opening and Henry getting out the house with his dog... at least you didn’t need to find the courage to ring the bell.

You got out of the car and took a step towards Henry’s house, he probably had heard you close your car door because he was looking at you.

“Hmm- hi”- you tried. You didn’t even know if he remembered you

“Hi. Y/n right?”- at least he remembered who you were, that took you off the hook of telling him you slept together

You looked at him and you could read uncertainty in his eyes, he was asking himself why you were there and probably if he had to call the cops.

“Yeah yeah that’s me. Listen I’m sorry I came here but I didn’t know how to get in touch with you and I kinda have to tell you something. Can I come in?”- you said all in one breath.

“Don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m sorry but I don’t really know you”- he was on the defensive

“Yeah you are right”- you looked around and didn’t see anyone.

Maybe you could tell him out here. Damn it... you just wanted to leave so that your heart could calm down

You took a step towards him, if you had to tell him here at least you wanted to be sure he would be the only one to hear.

As soon as you took a step towards him he took one back. He was on the defensive

“Hm... I just need to tell you something and I don’t really want anyone to hear.”

“That’s not really reassuring”- he was looking at his dog like he was waiting for his decision

“He’s really cute”- you said

“Who?”

“Your dog, he seems a good dog”- you were trying to calm yourself and maybe even him

“Yeah but he isn’t always ok with strangers, so I’m asking myself why he’s just sitting there like he knows you”

“Can i come a little closer?”- you asked because it was clear he was more convinced to call the police than listening to you, so you needed to be careful. You were sure you weren’t going to have another opportunity to talk to him if you screwed this one. When he nodded a little you took a step and then another.

You got closer to him and once he didn’t take another step back you took a deep breath and looked around to be sure you were still alone

“I’m pregnant”- you said in a low voice

You gave him time to process everything but when he didn’t say anything after a couple of minute you added- “and it’s yours because you know I wouldn’t be here telling you this if it wasn’t. So...”

He was looking at you like you were an alien. Good job Y/n you told yourself

You were ready to leave when he finally said something

“Come inside”- it was more similar to a command than a suggestion but you went anyway.

It wasn’t wise to go to a stranger home even more because no one knew where you were, but you needed to take a leap of faith.

“What do you want?”- he said as soon as you were inside

“What?”

“What do you want? Why are you here”- he repeated

“I don’t want anything, I told you I’m pregnant and it’s yours. Maybe you don’t remember but we slept together a couple of months ago”

“I remember but I also remember we used protection so it can’t be mine”- was he getting angry?

“We used a condom and they are not 100% effective. I know it’s yours. Listen I don’t want anything from you, once I leave this house you will never see me again unless you want to. I just... I’m sure this baby it’s yours and I own the baby to tell you. You can do whatever you want. You want to be a part of the baby’s life it’s ok we’ll find a way, you want to never hear about the baby again that’s ok too”- you were out of breath but he was just staring at you without talking -“oh I have my blood test to prove it. Wait a second”- you said while looking for the paper on your purse. You gave it to him once you found it and waited for him to say something. You couldn’t do more.

“How can I be sure that’s mine? I’m sorry but I don’t know you, how can I trust that what you’re saying to me is true?”- he finally said

“We can do a paternity test if you are interested, just not before the baby is born. I know now they are a lot safer than before but I don’t want to take any risk, but as soon as the baby is born you can do all the tests you want.”- you were ready for this. You knew he wouldn’t believe your word and it was ok.

“I... I really don’t know what to say”- he was sorry and you knew then... he didn’t want to say this out loud but you were going to be alone in this.

“It’s ok. You don’t have to say anything. I’m going to leave you my number- you said while giving him your card- so you can get in touch with me in the future. Like I told you before I don’t expect anything from you, I just wouldn’t forgive myself if I hadn’t told you. I won’t come again here I promise”

You went towards the door ready to leave

“Well there is something I need, could you use that number at least once to tell me if there is any kind of health problem in your family? Diabetes, high pressure, whatever it comes to mind. Just so I know what I need to for the baby health”

“This isn’t what I thought you were going to say”- he was smiling for the first time since he had seen you outside his house

“Yeah I know... it’s a professional hazard”- you shrugged your shoulders before opening the door

“Did you tell anyone else? About me?”- he asked before you were even out of the door.

“No. Except for my Ob-gyn, no one even know I’m pregnant, and even when I’ll tell people I won’t tell anyone the baby is yours, don’t worry”- you knew he had to be careful for his job

“Thank you”- he said truthfully. At least he believed you about that

“Goodbye Henry”- you smiled and left.

You were alone.

English is not my first language so please forgive me if there are mistakes. Also the Gif is not mine

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The one with the one night stand (3)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Summery: one night, while being out with your friends, you meet non other than Henry Cavill. You two have an amazing one night stand but that’s all it is, you’ll never meet him again. Right?

Warnings: angst

(The first part is on Henry’s POV whilst it’s Y/n POV after the cut)

Henry couldn’t stop walking back and forth: how did he got himself into this situation... well he knew how but just... HOW?!

Kal was looking at him, probably thinking his owner had gone insane and he wouldn’t be that wrong.

Almost three months ago, he had gone out to decompress: his work was very important to him, but it didn’t mean that sometime he didn’t think to give up on everything and change life. He loved his job and his life but it wasn’t easy; everyone saw his fame and his money and forgot to really look at him, like the rest of him didn’t matter.

So that night he had been looking for a break after yet another interviewer had been extra rude to him. He had gone to a bar with some friends trying to take a break.

His friends had just found out about this bar, it wasn’t really well known yet, so he had hoped people wouldn’t recognize him.

He had been having a lot of fun and when he had gone for a refill, he had bumped into you.

You had started talking with your cute accent without even looking at him and he couldn’t had helped but smile. And when you had finally looked at him, he had seen the recognition in your eyes but you had been so normal with him that he hadn’t been able to stop talking to you. You were so captivating that he could have kept listening to you for days.

Kissing you hadn’t been in his program but you had been laughing so hard at one of his joke that he couldn’t help it. His brothers always told him he wasn’t a funny guy.... guess they were wrong.

And now... you were pregnant and he wanted to believe he was his, he really wanted to... you didn’t seem like a bad person, he didn’t think you were trying to con him but...

Yeah “but”...

But what if he was wrong? What if you were trying to foul him? What if he started to love this baby and then he found out it wasn’t his?

But what if that baby was his and he let his fears stopping him from knowing them?

So what to do then? The only think he thought about was calling the person who knew him better than anyone

“Hey honey”

“Hi ma”

“Are you ok? You seems off”- even on the phone his mother could read him without any problem.

“I need your advice”

And Henry told her everything: about meeting you at the bar, about feeling so taken by you, about being careful but still... yeah but still

“Oh henry”- his mother said

“What should I do?”- he asked

“I can’t tell you what to do hun, you know that. You have to do what you think is right, but just remember to be careful. I know if this child is yours you’d want to be part of his life, just make sure you’re not the one hurt in the end”

“So you don’t believe her?”

“I didn’t say that Henry, beside I don’t know her”

“Yeah well me neither mom”- he huffed

“But?”- she could sense he wanted to add something else

“But she sounded sincere, she said I could take a paternity test once the baby was born. So why telling me that, if she didn’t think the baby was mine?”- he added

“So what are you going to do?”- his mom asked

“I don’t know... I need some more time to think about it”

“That’s ok. I’m here if you need me honey ok? Whatever you need”

“Thank you mom, I’ll call you later ok? I love you”

“Love you too”

Henry turned off the phone and looked at Kal

“What are we going to do bud?”- he asked hoping that his loyal friend could be of any help.

Kal barked at him before looking at the door and, like always, he was right: they both needed to go out, take some time to think.

Henry put his running shoes on, took Kal’s leash and went for a run hoping that the fresh air and the nature could give him some peace and clear mind.

The run was exhausting but in the end he knew what he had to do. He was almost 100% sure it was the right choice, and if it wasn’t... well he’ll figure it out later.

He took a shower and, once dressed, he made the call.

You were on the couch, your dog Cap was laying next to you with his head over your lap and you were reading... well at least you were trying to, but you weren’t really succeeding.

You were just so excited: you had been scrolling through internet the other day ,when you had just bumped on some onesies. And you had decided to buy one, you knew it was soon and that you didn’t even know the gender of the baby yet, but it was good to knowledge that the baby was there.

So you had chosen a gender neutral one and you had bought it and you had received earlier the advice of delivering. So you were waiting.

Therefore you were a little bit distracted from your book... who cared.

You were so taken by your thoughts you almost didn’t hear your phone ringing

“Hello? Y/n speaking”

“Hi, I’m Lauren, I’m calling from the hospital I wanted to conferm your appointment for the ultrasound for the next week.”

“Oh yeah yeah of course. Wednesday at 10 am right?”- you asked just to be sure

“Yes, that’s right”

“Perfect, thank you for calling me”

You turned off the phone with a smile on your face: you couldn’t wait to see your baby again

You saw Cap sit up suddenly

“Hey Cap is everything ok?”- you barely had time to ask your dog before someone knocked on the door.

“Ok calm down, it’s just the delivery guy. Don’t worry”- you scoffed at the dog

You opened the door and just stood there shocked

“Hi”- the man on your doorstep said

“Henry?”- why was he here....

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The one with the one night stand (4)

Summery: one night, while being out with your friends, you meet non other than Henry Cavill. You two have an amazing one night stand but that’s all it is, you’ll never meet him again. Right?

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: angst, pregnancy

You opened the door and you just stood there staring at the man in front of you

“Henry”- what was he doing here

“Hi... I’m sorry if I came here, I know I probably should have called but... ehm can I come in?”- he asked and if you weren’t shocked you would have laughed at the situation. Just a week ago you were the one on Henry’s doorstep asking to going into his house.

“Hm yeah sure”- you said opening the door a little bit more and taking a step back

Henry hadn’t even taken a step inside your house that your dog started growling at him.

You knew Henry was good with dog, I mean he had an akita that wasn’t even small, but you knew that your German shepherd could be really scaring at time. Beside since your pregnancy he had become even more protective of you... let’s just say his walk had become even weirder: no one could come close to you.

“Cap down!”- you told your friend -“He’s a good dog, don’t worry, he’s just very protective and doesn’t know you. “- you closed the door after signaling Henry to come fully in and then you were sitting on your floor. -“come on, sit with me. If you want to talk, Cap needs to get to know you first”

He sat down not too closed to you since your dog had started growling again

“Ok Cap, this is Henry... Henry this is Captain Rogers but he like to be called just Cap right?”- you said while petting him

“Captain Rogers?”- Henry said smirking - “I’m kinda offended”

“Well he and Kal can save the world together”- you said before growing hot -“not that they’ll never meet each other”

Ok maybe you had dreamed a romatic end for you and Henry: you’d grow to love each other, race your baby together with your two loyal furry friends and live happily even after. But it was at night when you were alone and still a little bit scared.

Anyway he surely didn’t need to know.

You saw Cap tentatively smelling Henry, before he let himself being pet.

You stood up and went to the kitchen

“Do you want something to drink? Tea? Coffee?”- you asked trying to delay your conversation.

You really didn’t have any idea why he was there , but you weren’t sure you were ready to know.

“Oh”- henry started -“I met the delivery guy while I was coming in, he had this package for you”

You were suddenly smiling, you took and opened the package and there it was the onesie you had bought. Your baby was going to be the cutest and happiest child in the world, you’d make sure of that.

You were looking at the onesie while caressing your stomach, when you felt Henry snorting behind you.

He was taller than you so you could practically see what you were holding

“Come on, that’s not fair. Between Cap and this onesie, there is no way I’m going to be the baby’s favorite superhero”- he said snorting -“what?”- he asked when he noticed you were staring.

“Nothing”- he said while starting to make some tea.

Did this mean he believed you? Did he want to be part of your baby’s life? You took a deep breath you couldn’t think about this now, you couldn’t get your hopes up and then being crushed again when he’d leave you alone.

Henry was silent while you were busy in the kitchen, he probably could feel you needed some time alone.

“Ok, sorry but I have to ask, why are you here? The other day you didn’t really seem to want to be a part of this”- you asked once you both had sit on the couch with your tea.

Cap sit at your feet, probably feeling your unease

“Yeah... I’m- im sorry for how I reacted”- he started

“Well it mustn’t be easy to hear your one night stand is pregnant with your child”- you shrugged

“No, it wasn’t easy. But this doesn’t excuse my behavior. I... listen I’m prone to believe you about the baby being mine; you seem like a nice person and if the baby is actually mine I want to be part of their life. I wanna be their father if they are mine, you just need to promise me you’ll actually let me take a paternity test when they’re born”- he said

You took a deep breath trying to stop your tears: you knew he wasn’t trying to offend you but every time he said “if the baby is mine” you felt a little stab in your heart; you knew it wasn’t right for you to get mad at him for it but you were and your hormones weren’t helping. You just needed to calm down.

“Like I told you the other day you can take the test once it’s safe for the baby”

“Thank you”- he smiled at you - “I was thinking, if it’s alright with you, we could trying to know each other. It’d be easier to raise the baby together if we’re comfortable with one another”

“Ok”- you said while petting Cap - “you have my number”

“Actually I was thinking, we could know each other in person”

“Well I mean I know it’s not a really long distance but I can’t really come to your house every other day. I have to work”- you said

“I know, I took an hotel near your house. I was thinking about staying close for a couple of days while we think about another solution. I would stay more but I can’t leave Kal for long” - he could see you weren’t convinced- “Listen I know it’s not gonna be easy, but we’ll find a solution that’s right for you and the baby. I promise”

“Ok”- you couldn’t believe you were actually thinking about it but you had to take a leap of faith for your baby right? - “you don’t have to stay at the hotel if you don’t want to. I have another bedroom, I mean it’ll become the nursery but there is time and I have a bed there. I don’t know if it can be the right solution but we could try, for a couple of day and if we don’t kill each other will decide what to do next”

“That would be great, if you’re sure about that”

“I’m not sure about anything Henry, but I know that the best thing for my baby would be to know their father so”- you shrugged.

“I’m gonna go and take my stuff from the hotel then”

“Ok”

Why did you always made your life even more complicated?

You huffed and sit on your couch once Henry had left

“Oh baby”- you said to your barely there bump- “your daddy is really something, isn’t he? But he seems nice and, if he’ll love you, that’s the only thing that matter. What do you think? You’re going to be daddy little boy or girl? Something is sure though, you’re mummy little treasure already. And Cap’s little sibling”- you said the last part laughing because your dog had started to lick your stomach as soon as you had lift your shirt in order to caress you bump

“Yeah we’re gonna love you hun”- you said.

The couple of days with Henry had been weird: nothing bad had happened but you were two people that didn’t know each other and fate had decided to force you together.

He basically tiptoed around you like he didn’t want to scare you away and, even if you were trying to make him feel comfortable, taking care of a stranger while still working and being pregnant wasn’t easy.

It was the last evening you were going to spend together before he went back home and you two hadn’t still decided what to do after.

“Thank you for making dinner, you didn’t have to”- you had come home to Henry cooking and that alone had been a sight.

“It was my pleasure. How was work?”- he asked

“Everything is okay”

“Listen I know things are a little bit weird, but we have to talk about what we’re gonna do Y/n”

“I know, I know... I- Henry I can’t and actually don’t want to leave my home. I work here, my life is here and leaving withought even knowing if-“ you stopped yourself

“If what?”- he prompted you

“Listen I’m sure this is your baby, but I’m not gonna change all my life for someone that could choose not to want this baby after all. I don’t mean to be rude but I want to be clear”- you almost felt bad but you had to put your foot down. You could see he wasn’t expecting it and suddenly you felt like you had to fix it -“but you’re welcome here whenever you want and Kal is too. I know you have your home and your job too, I know that; but that’s all I can offer for now”

He looked at you and you weren’t sure you could read him, he seemed stunned maybe because he thought you’d have tried to take advantage of his money during your pregnancy. But you couldn’t care less about his money, you had a job that payed well and some savings.

“Ok, ok. If you’re sure, Kal and I could stay here for a while. I’m free for a while, I’ll have to promote my new show in a couple of months but until then I’d like to spend more time with you”- he said

“Alright then”- you nodded. It was good... it was good, right?

“But I’m gonna pay the rent”- he added after a while

“Absolutely not.”- you were firmed on that

“You can’t say no”

“Of course I can, my house my rules buddy”- you almost laughed at his face, he look outraged

“I’ll pay for utilities and grocery shopping then”- he argued back

“Half the utilities and whoever goes grocery shopping can pay”

“You can’t be serious”- he snorted

“Of course I am”

“You really are something Y/n”

“You don’t know the half of it buddy”- you looked at him smirking and he laughed.

You weren’t sure why but it felt like the beginning of something so, even if you knew it was a risk, you tried to take another step towards him

“I know it’s Sunday already and it’s short notice and you have to leave tomorrow but-“ you stopped for a second... maybe it wasn’t a great idea after all

“What is it?”- he asked

“I have a doctor appointment on Wednesday for the baby, you know just to check everything is alright. If you want to come, you’re welcome to. You don’t have to of course, I’m just letting you know”

“I’ll try to be there”

“Ok”- you smiled.

You tried not to think about your heart missing a beat, it wasn’t the time.

I wasn’t supposed to post this soon but I was feeling inspired and I felt a little bit bad for the cliffhanger on the previous part.

I promise things will move a little bit faster between “the reader” and Henry once they live together.

Forgive me for any mistakes but English is not my first language.

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The one with the one night stand (5)

pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Summery: one night, while being out with your friends, you meet non other than Henry Cavill. You two have an amazing one night stand but that’s all it is, you’ll never meet him again. Right?

Warnings: pregnancy, angst

Wednesday arrived sooner than expected

Your day started with a text message from Henry asking the time of your doctor appointment and telling you he was going to do his best to be there. You weren’t letting yourself hope too much though.

And now you were waiting for your appointment and even if you were trying not to, you couldn’t stop yourself from watching the door, hoping Henry would arrive in time.

“ Miss Y/L/N, the doctor will see you now”- the receptionist said; you had just the time to stand up that you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry I’m late”- you heard Henry saying behind you and you looked at him. He was wearing a hat and sunglasses probably to avoid people recognizing him.

“It’s ok, you’re on time. I was just about to go in”

“Let’s go then”- you and Henry went into the office where your Ob-gyn was waiting for you

“Here’s my favorite patient”- she said

“Hey Jen, how are you?”- you hugged her before taking a seat.

“I’m ok. I see you’re not alone today?”- asked Jen

“Oh ehm, yeah he’s a friend”- you really didn’t know what to say. You knew Jen was a trusted person and even if you told her about Henry, she wouldn’t tell anybody, but you didn’t want to be the one to say it. You wanted him to knowledge that he was the father but he didn’t say anything.

“Ok, well let’s see how’s the little peanut doing”- Jen said - “you’re starting your second trimester, are you waiting to find out what you’re having?”- she asked while putting the gel on your belly.

“Yes I do, I don’t care what I’m having, boy or girl, it’s all the same for me but it’d be good to be prepared”

“Well it seems you’re going to be the mom of what I’m sure will be a beautiful girl”- she smiled

“A girl”- you whispered while looking at Henry but he wasn’t looking at you, instead his eyes were on the monitor and you couldn’t read him. - “can we hear the heartbeat?”- you asked Jen while still looking at Henry.

“Of course”- she said and you heard that woush sound that always wormed your heart. Henry looked at you smiling then and you couldn’t keep the tears in anymore

“Damn hormones”- you chuckled

“Well everything looked good”- Jen gave you some paper towels to clean the gel -“I think we can see each other at our next appointment but if you need anything you can call me anytime or stop by during your shift”

“Thank you so much Jen”- you hugged her

“It was nice to meet you”- Henry said while shaking Jen’s hand

“Me too, I hope I’ll see you again”- she smiled before opening the door of her office.

“Are you ready to go home?”- asked Henry while you were getting out of the clinic.

“Yes, it’s my day off so I was hoping to run some errands but I have to take Cap on his walk first. Oh how is Kal?”

“He’s good, he wasn’t so happy I left him alone for a couple of days. He’s not used to it”- he smiled

“Where is he now?”

“My brother is with him now. They’re actually here, I was hoping to arrive here yesterday but I got hold back. So today Charlie, my brother, came with me, he’s keeping company to Kal right now”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. You didn’t have to come if it was so much trouble”- you were feeling so guilty

“Don’t worry, beside my brother wanted to meet you. There he is”- he said and you looked up.

A man, Charlie, was sitting on a bench while Kal was at his feet. Kal was the first of the two noticing you, because he stood up and started to run toward his dad as soon as he saw Henry. Charlie looked up from his phone then and started coming towards you.

“Hey”- he said

“Charlie, this is Y/n. Y/n this is my brother Charlie”- Henry introduced you two.

“Nice to meet you”- you said smiling trying your best not to show your anxiety. You really wanted to make a good impression

“You too”- he wasn’t smiling but he wasn’t glaring at you either, so it was a start at least -“everything ok?”- Charlie asked

“Yes, she is growing as it’s supposed to”- you smiled and caressed your belly. You couldn’t wait for her to start kicking.

“Oh so it’s a girl?”- he asked frowning

“Yes, it’s something wrong?”- you asked

“Nah, we’re a bunch of guys in our family, only one niece.”- he shrugged

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! Stop it Charlie”- Henry said

“Well my car is the other way so...” - you said awkwardly- “oh I made you a key so you can be independent. Here it is”- you gave him le key -“I’m gonna go home. It was nice meeting you Charlie”- you said before turning around and leaving.

“You’re an idiot”- you heard Henry saying to his brother.

“Come on man. It was a joke, beside I’m not the only one doubting that’s really your kid”- Charlie answered

You weren’t smiling anymore.

It’s been so long and I’m sorry, I wanted to post a longer part but I’m not happy with anything I write so I’ll try to make the next parts longer (not that I’m happy with this part either).

Remember this is fiction so don’t bring hate here if you don’t like how portrait something of someone.

Also English is not my first language so please forgive him if there are any mistakes.

Hopefully it won’t be months before the next part.

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The one with the one night stand (5)

pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Summery: one night, while being out with your friends, you meet non other than Henry Cavill. You two have an amazing one night stand but that’s all it is, you’ll never meet him again. Right?

Warnings: pregnancy, angst

Wednesday arrived sooner than expected

Your day started with a text message from Henry asking the time of your doctor appointment and telling you he was going to do his best to be there. You weren’t letting yourself hope too much though.

And now you were waiting for your appointment and even if you were trying not to, you couldn’t stop yourself from watching the door, hoping Henry would arrive in time.

“ Miss Y/L/N, the doctor will see you now”- the receptionist said; you had just the time to stand up that you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry I’m late”- you heard Henry saying behind you and you looked at him. He was wearing a hat and sunglasses probably to avoid people recognizing him.

“It’s ok, you’re on time. I was just about to go in”

“Let’s go then”- you and Henry went into the office where your Ob-gyn was waiting for you

“Here’s my favorite patient”- she said

“Hey Jen, how are you?”- you hugged her before taking a seat.

“I’m ok. I see you’re not alone today?”- asked Jen

“Oh ehm, yeah he’s a friend”- you really didn’t know what to say. You knew Jen was a trusted person and even if you told her about Henry, she wouldn’t tell anybody, but you didn’t want to be the one to say it. You wanted him to knowledge that he was the father but he didn’t say anything.

“Ok, well let’s see how’s the little peanut doing”- Jen said - “you’re starting your second trimester, are you waiting to find out what you’re having?”- she asked while putting the gel on your belly.

“Yes I do, I don’t care what I’m having, boy or girl, it’s all the same for me but it’d be good to be prepared”

“Well it seems you’re going to be the mom of what I’m sure will be a beautiful girl”- she smiled

“A girl”- you whispered while looking at Henry but he wasn’t looking at you, instead his eyes were on the monitor and you couldn’t read him. - “can we hear the heartbeat?”- you asked Jen while still looking at Henry.

“Of course”- she said and you heard that woush sound that always wormed your heart. Henry looked at you smiling then and you couldn’t keep the tears in anymore

“Damn hormones”- you chuckled

“Well everything looked good”- Jen gave you some paper towels to clean the gel -“I think we can see each other at our next appointment but if you need anything you can call me anytime or stop by during your shift”

“Thank you so much Jen”- you hugged her

“It was nice to meet you”- Henry said while shaking Jen’s hand

“Me too, I hope I’ll see you again”- she smiled before opening the door of her office.

“Are you ready to go home?”- asked Henry while you were getting out of the clinic.

“Yes, it’s my day off so I was hoping to run some errands but I have to take Cap on his walk first. Oh how is Kal?”

“He’s good, he wasn’t so happy I left him alone for a couple of days. He’s not used to it”- he smiled

“Where is he now?”

“My brother is with him now. They’re actually here, I was hoping to arrive here yesterday but I got hold back. So today Charlie, my brother, came with me, he’s keeping company to Kal right now”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. You didn’t have to come if it was so much trouble”- you were feeling so guilty

“Don’t worry, beside my brother wanted to meet you. There he is”- he said and you looked up.

A man, Charlie, was sitting on a bench while Kal was at his feet. Kal was the first of the two noticing you, because he stood up and started to run toward his dad as soon as he saw Henry. Charlie looked up from his phone then and started coming towards you.

“Hey”- he said

“Charlie, this is Y/n. Y/n this is my brother Charlie”- Henry introduced you two.

“Nice to meet you”- you said smiling trying your best not to show your anxiety. You really wanted to make a good impression

“You too”- he wasn’t smiling but he wasn’t glaring at you either, so it was a start at least -“everything ok?”- Charlie asked

“Yes, she is growing as it’s supposed to”- you smiled and caressed your belly. You couldn’t wait for her to start kicking.

“Oh so it’s a girl?”- he asked frowning

“Yes, it’s something wrong?”- you asked

“Nah, we’re a bunch of guys in our family, only one niece.”- he shrugged

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! Stop it Charlie”- Henry said

“Well my car is the other way so...” - you said awkwardly- “oh I made you a key so you can be independent. Here it is”- you gave him le key -“I’m gonna go home. It was nice meeting you Charlie”- you said before turning around and leaving.

“You’re an idiot”- you heard Henry saying to his brother.

“Come on man. It was a joke, beside I’m not the only one doubting that’s really your kid”- Charlie answered

You weren’t smiling anymore.

It’s been so long and I’m sorry, I wanted to post a longer part but I’m not happy with anything I write so I’ll try to make the next parts longer (not that I’m happy with this part either).

Remember this is fiction so don’t bring hate here if you don’t like how portrait something of someone.

Also English is not my first language so please forgive him if there are any mistakes.

Hopefully it won’t be months before the next part.

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️

Taglist: @coldmuffinpartycloud @stephartrave @regalbadass @lharrietg @helenaellie @vivien-1211 @sassy-pelican @marantha @cavillsim @blueberrychanel @maan24 @drunkinthemiddleoftheday @persony-pepper

Henry Cavill’s permanent taglist: @xxxkatxo

Permanent taglist: @jwspiter