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Dacre Montgomery as BILLY HARGROVE STRANGER THINGS 2 2x06 “Chapter Six: The Spy”
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Dacre Montgomery as BILLY HARGROVE STRANGER THINGS 2 2x09 “Chapter Nine: The Gate”
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Dacre Montgomery as BILLY HARGROVE STRANGER THINGS 2 2x09 “Chapter Nine: The Gate”
His smile... 🤩
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BILLY HARGROVE in STRANGER THINGS 2 ↳ Chapter Six: The Spy
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Billy Hargrove Moments/Expressions That Get Me Pregnant
I can't... 😍🤤
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APPRECIATION THREAD
Because of the recent fuckery happening, I would like to start a thread where we just tag our favourite people! I’ll start!
What a sweetness and a ray of sunshine you are 💓
@tobefalling , @rue-by-another-name , @hauntedfanfictionwriter (know you won’t read this but your work is timeless) , @strawberriestyles , @harryspirate , @dolanstwintuesday , @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy & i’m sure i’ve left out some but ! xx
aw andrea you’re my fave too 💘
@oh-honey-styles @andwhenshesays @idk-who-she-is @haute-romance-quotidienne @daydreamsofh @harryinsweatersandbandanas @harryseyecrinkles @harrytheehottie @harrysonlyangelsss @zarrysfineline @real-work-of-art @gucciwoodnymph @musings-94 @reddye23 @talesofstyles @deadassharrie @dallas-suit-harry @complicatedbabyhoneyfreak okay i have to stop but there’s many many more x
so sweet ❤️ anna you’re obviously on the list and @harrysdodgyankles @zarrysfineline @sfvol6 @gucciwoodnymph @dallas-suit-harry @all-things-fic and many more!!! 💘
zarrysfineline
Anna & el I could cryyyy🥺 y’all are on my list along with
@illbefineline @sleepyvol6 @sfvol6 @ainatirb-j @apollointerlude @faketales @doyouknowhoyouare & more of course💗
Oh wow…wow Ken 😓 you shouldn’t have 😫
I’m appreciated? 😭
Alright, here goes…
Ooo chile those hashtags made me feel some type of way 🥺❤️ thanks for tagging me! @ainatirb-j
This isn’t everyone, but I’ve enjoyed your blogs & they’ve impacted me sooo! 💕
dangerouslovefanfic
Awww thank you for tagging me ❤ @mangos4u
I appreciate and love their blogs also enjoy talking to them.
Thank you @dangerouslovefanfic! 💜
Some blogs I truly appreciate: @shellbilee @constip8merm8 @meowpurrbooks @consequences-of-sleep @royallyprincesslilly @cavillanche @suueeeeeee @the-freak-cassie-131 @maggotzombie @royallylazy
Thank you @alyxkbrl ❤️♥️ you are awesome.
I love your pages so much, you are awesome 😍👇 thank you for your content
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Second Hand Meet Cute pt. 4
Summary: Months after leaving England and recovered from the things that happened there, you enjoy your vacations in Eastern Europe and end up meeting someone from your past unexpectedly.
Warnings: Language / minor (barely there) suggestiveness / alcohol consumption
Word count: 6k+
A/N: So, I don’t know if you read the ask about this update, but my creativity has hit a low. Not only that, I haven’t really been in a good place lately, and I feel that stepping away may be the solution. I’m really grateful for all of the feedback I got, not only for this story, but for the others as well. You guys helped me a lot. I met very nice and special people in my brief stint as a wannabe writer, and I’m so grateful, I can’t even put it in words. I specially want to thank @shellbilee for being there to hear my nonsense and to stop me from deleting this story so many times. You, madam, are incredible. I also want to thank some very special followers, who have always shown so much love and support, via comments, reblogs and dms. I won’t tag anyone, cause I’d forget someone and that would drive me mad. I love you all! And to all of you who liked, reblogged, and/or commented, who followed and just checked in every once in a while, or who followed for some reason I’ll never understand (oh yes, Henry’s pics, duh!) but never interacted, my deepest gratitude.
Happy birthday @the-freak-cassie-131! You’re the reason for this whole fic, I’m super grateful for your idea, and I wish you plenty more years of happiness, health and success! 💜
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“Why can’t we get in?” you asked, frustrated.
I'm really speechless right now..
Okay, thank you so much for the birthday wish, it's really means so much to me. You are very kind, thank you.
When I write you my idea I really even imagine it become this huge story.. I was so grateful that you even talk to me about it.
Their story is so beautiful. I love your style of writing so much. I can always easily imagine what's going on. I think that this chapter is you masterpice. He adores her and I'm here for it. I love the idea with the coins and just them together.
I know you are not in the right place right now and I'm so sorry about it. If you need anything or just talk about anythig, remember I'm just message away.
I wanna thank you so much for writing this story, you are amazing writer with the biggest heart.
Thank you, thank you, thank you
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The Promise
Summary: A weekend getaway to watch the Durrell Challenge leads to unexpected outcomes.
Warnings: alcohol consumption
Word count: 915
A/N: So this was a request by @magdelen69. They had a very clear picture of what they wanted and sent me a prompt which you’ll find in bold. I hope I came close to what you wanted.
Thank you always @shellbilee for your words that keep propelling me forward.
The trip there was long, but the beauty that met you was worth every hour.
You were in the British Crown Dependency of Jersey and as your research had promised, it was sunny and friendly.
You managed to get Friday off work and spent Thursday night on a red eye to England, arriving on the island in the morning and wasting no time, dropping your things at the B&B you had booked and heading out into the beautiful day.
Ooo this is so cute ♥️ I love iiiiit
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Second Hand Meet Cute pt. 3
Summary: Deeply disappointed by the outcome of that second date, you and Henry go your separate ways, but none of you can quite move on.
Warnings: heavy angst; language; tw: abuse; tw: depression;
Word count: 5K+
A/N: So, it is finally here.
I cannot thank you all enough for bearing it with me as my ups and downs stayed mostly down, and made it quite difficult to finish this one. To the many of you who reached out and sent amazing words of encouragement and helped me keep my head above-water, my deepest, most sincere and happiest THANK YOU!!!!!
I appreciate you all who have been keeping up with this story, and who sent me the best comments for the last part. You have no idea how much those words meant for me to keep writing this one, how much they’ve propelled me forward. Every time I felt I wasn’t going to make it, I looked at them again. You guys rock!
Last but not least, the person who gives me amazing ideas, who tells me when there’s too much of this and too little of that. @shellbilee your help is priceless.
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The turmoil in your head knew no end.
You did it! You beat the block! And you did it with style. I love this. You are simply amazing. I know I said it a lot, but I can't help it. You are great writer. I'm glad that Clara did a right thing, in the end... I can't wait how this story will be continuing.. thank you for writing it, thank you for sharing it, thank you for you!
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The Dreaded Meet & Greet
Summary: Henry finally convinces you to meet his parents and that makes you question certain things in your relationship.
Warnings: allusions to sexy times/ but mostly fluff.
Word count: 1K
A/N: So, when the muse hits you, it’s a hard hit. It took me less than 50 min to write this cutie. I wrote it all at once and edited (kinda) so if you find any errors/mistakes, they’re all mine. This is my decent approach to the request I got in a dm for a meet the parents story. I hope you enjoy.
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The front porch was simple enough for the Victorian era house. It was opulent but somehow, not ostentatious.
You held his hand tightly, probably hurting his fingers, but your mind just didn’t pick up on that tiny detail. Your other hand held the famous coconut milk flan - family recipe - a decadent and velvety smooth, sinful indulgence you only made on very special occasions.
And if ever there was an occasion to bring in the big guns, this was it.
This is so cute. You are amazing. I know you don't have a great time right now, but I think it's awesome that you are able write this. I hope you will be okay. Sending you a big hug and a lot of good energy.
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Masterlist
A/N: I truly hope you enjoy what you find here. Thank you all so much for reading, liking, commenting and reblogging. You are all very precious to me.
* Marks ongoing series.
Allie
Give her a shot, she is amazing!!!
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The Cliffs! *Anon Request*
Summary: Henry takes you on a hike in Jersey with Kal, while you both are on vacation, and life couldn’t get any better for the two of you.
Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader
Word Count: 2,665
Rating: Cavill Fluff, Kal Fluff, Island Fluff.
Inspiration: Anon Request (x)
Author’s Note: Christ, Henry Cavill brings out the serious fluffer in me!
Tag List: @jennylovelyheart, @peakygroupie, @jessevans @MITZWINCHESTER @rosie-loves-things, @ohjules, @mary-ann84, @omgkatinka, @hm-fck, @the-freak-cassie-131, @heelsamizayn
Are you kidding me?! This is such a beautiful story. I want all this for him. He really needs and deserve somebody like that. Ohh my heart.
I love your work so much. Thank you for sharing your talent. You are amazing.
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1995 Krug Clos D’Ambonnay
Summary: You get settled into your new life in London, while skirting the fact that Henry wants to talk to you about the future of your relationship.
Warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol consumption, unfaithful thoughts, angst, (and for whatever’s worth) a wedding ceremony.
Word count: > 9k
A/N: So after a cold, dark winter (I’m just using poetic license, here is hot as hell, raining also) I’m kinda back. This fic was one of the causes of my meltdown, and I hope that with it out of the way things go back to normal. I’m leaving my status on hiatus still, because I don’t know if this was a fluke.
I owe the ending of this fic to the always amazing @shellbilee, without whom there wouldn’t have been about 5k of these words and I would probably have given it up and given in to the bad thoughts in my head.
If you haven’t read Schnaps and Mulled Wine, the story will probably confuse you, or make you feel lost. This is a direct follow up, despite having a flashback and mentions of certain events. I strongly suggest you read it before you read this one, not only because of the events, but because I believe I’ve grown quite a bit in between the two as a writer, in my humble opinion, and the difference between them is abismal.
*The location of the wedding is based on a real place in Topanga Canyon, California. The description is partially the same as their website.
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Ooomg! Where do I start? I missed you. I hope you will be okay now. I'm so sorry about your meltdown. Stay strong.
And this masterpiece? Wow. Just wow. I enjoyed every word of this. The whole series is amazing, but this? This is an amazing end. I wanna thank you for writing this.
You are really trully an incredible and talented person. Thank you for sharing.
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~Drink Me~
Katie meets Henry for a (few) drink(s)
I love them...
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An Imperfect Adonis and the White Rabbit
Part Two of (Henry in Wonderland?/Down the Rabbit Hole?) K&H
The day drags on at CinemaCon 2018, and Katie and Henry continue to cross paths, much to his amusement.
@devikafernando @thewiife101 @avenger-nerd-mom
They are so cute together and Kal is just amazing teddy bear. Love this storyyyy
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A Grumpy White Rabbit
Katie is super late to CineCon Las Vegas, and nothing is going right for her, including quite literally running face first into the brick shithouse that is Henry Cavill.
Word count: around 2k (sorry I’m on mobile and can’t access the Read More link)
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
I was late. I was ridiculously late.
I was going to get an earful once I got downstairs, and the anticipation wasn’t making the growing anxiety attack any better as I rushed from the hotel room serving as personal storage and green room for the team of hair and makeup artists I was working with for today’s event.
I was late getting out of bed, late getting ready, late coming into Vegas from the other side of the hill, traffic didn’t help, parking in the structure was a nightmare, and to top it all off...I had forgotten my brush belt, which now pushed me reaaaaaally behind. Stephanie, my boss, was going to blow a freaking gasket when she saw me, I just knew it...and it was the thoughts of the impending chew out I was going to receive that had me so preoccupied that I walked full force into a massive mountain of moving fur, tripping and falling face first into a rock solid wall.
A canine yelp sounded at the collision and the culprit scurried out from underneath my legs, resulting in my face and upper body sliding down the surface of what had caught the impact of my sudden stop.
“Oh, shit!” A deep, husky voice blurted in surprise.
Apparently the granite wall I was plastered against was a man...a very stacked and jacked man with a British accent.
A stacked and jacked man in a fitness tank top and workout shorts, clothes just damp enough to facilitate my southward migration thanks to gravity.
A loud ‘bark’ sounded next to us as I felt hands catch my arms and all of a sudden I was steadied on my feet.
“I’m so sorry, are you alright?” He asked before turning to face the dog, more like a small black and white bear by sheer size and mass, shushing it with calm familiarity. The beast stepped forward, pushing its head towards my hand then moving to my leg for a sniff.
“I’m sorry, it was my fault! I should have been paying more attention to where I was-“ I apologized quickly, noting the drying scent of this guys post workout musk before lifting my head to look my victim in the eye...and found the most gorgeous specimen of masculine beauty I’d ever encountered. My words died in my mouth, my voice dropped to a whisper as I finished my apology, “-going.”
The most perfectly sculpted jawline on the planet cradled and supported a strong but refined nose, beautiful lips and piercing blue eyes, and topping it all off was the full head of cascading curling locks of an almost black shade.
At the same moment, the sniffling and snuffling muzzle of the black and white fuzzball migrated from my leg and feet to bury its nose full on in my crotch, making me buckle at the force and sheer surprise of the attack.
The beautiful bastard had the nerve to look embarrassed and offered what I assumed to be an apology, but all I could hear was the rush of blood pounding in my ears and the realization that now I was as good as dead with how late I was.
“...he must like you…”
Pushing myself away from the perfect Adonis in front of me, I took off in a sprint. Gripping my brush belt with an almost Anaconda like force, I involuntarily raised my arms to my chest, plastering my tits down as I called back over my shoulder as I ran for the elevators, “Sorry! I’m late, gotta go...fuuuuuuuuck!”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit…” I continued to mutter as I stopped at the wall, nearly punching the ‘down’ button. Each second I waited felt like an eternity as it was, but knowing the man and dog I ran over we’re at the other end of the hallway staring at me drew the feeling out even more. The lingering scent of drying sweat and super macho muskiness wafting to my nose certainly weren’t helping either...he hadn’t smelled terrible, and that was the last thing I needed at the moment, my body betraying me because Mr. Macho and his Testosterone-laced pheromones caught me on a vulnerable day.
‘Fight it, you’re gonna be in deep shit as it is...he’s too damn handsome, anyways…’ I thought, foot tapping impatiently against the carpet until the sound of salvation rang out. The tiny ‘ding’ of the elevator reaching this floor sounded, and the next second the doors opened...only it wasn’t the pair of doors I was damn near pressed up against, but the pair on the other side of the control panel.
“Shit...of fucking course…” I growled, pushing away from the doors to bound to the correct lift before the doors closed on me. “Can nothing go right today?”
The only sight I caught as I turned in the elevator after finally stepping inside was the tame bear and his beast of a handler sharing an expression and in unison, turning to make eye contact with me as the doors slide shut on the lift.
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Henry stood planted to the carpeted hallway floor, confused, entertained, flustered and at a loss for words as he watched the doors of the elevator slide shut. The woman inside the car looked panicked, leaning towards the panel to bash at the buttons while glancing at the watch in her wrist.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he heard muttered as the doors whispered shut and the sound of the car descending to the main floor of the casino started up.
Breaking the spell of what had just transpired before them, Henry turned to look at Kal.
The dog sat next to him, back legs turned underneath him as he leaned to his left side to look up to him. The dogs tongue lolled out the side of his mouth and he sported what could pass as a smile.
“What an odd woman...that’s not exactly what I pictured the White Rabbit looking like...here’s hoping the Queen doesn’t sentence her to a beheading.” Henry thought out loud before reaching his hand out to scratch the dogs head, adding, “And you, sticking your nose in places it doesn’t belong...that’s my boy!”
The dog’s smile seemed to grow and Henry chuckled.
“Come along, bear...time to get ready for the circus-“ he spoke softly to the Akita, nodding his head towards the far end of the hall where their rooms where located for the two of them and the rest of the crew, a wry smile tugging at his lips as he corrected himself, “-or should I say the rabbit hole?”
A gentle but loud ‘roof’ was the dogs answer and they continued on, that is, until Kal stopped abruptly in the middle of the carpet.
“Leave it.” Henry commanded, a gentle tug on the lead to drive home the warning as he joined the dog. Questioning softly, Henry bent to get a better look at the carpet, “What have you found, Kal?”
It was a makeup brush and media badge for the Convention down stairs.
Picking them up, Henry turned the badge over to find a photo of the woman that had just collided with him and his dog. She wasn’t harried in the photo, but seemed friendly and warm. Her smile belied the knowledge that she spewed curses like a sailor, and packed enough force to tell she’d do well on a women's rugby league if she wanted.
“Ohhh, she’s not going to be happy about this…” Henry chuckled as he scanned the laminated badge and found a name. Standing back to full height, Henry spoke aloud, rhetorically pointing out to the universe, “Today truly isn’t going your way, is it, Miss Amereo?”
“No, it most certainly isn’t.”
Henry startled, surprised by the voice in question answering him. He hadn’t caught the sound of feet approaching, but Kal seemed to have; the dog sat watching the hallway, as though he was waiting for her to reappear.
“I’m sorry, we only just found these…” he began to say, turning to meet the bristling woman as she stomped the last few feet.
Arm outstretched, she narrowed her eyes and blew an indignant snort through flared nostrils. The look on her face was murderous as she snatched the badge from his grasp, offering a growled, ‘thank you’ before turning on her heel.
“You’re welcome, by the way, but-” Henry called, holding the brush up between thumb and forefinger and giving it a wiggle, “-it seems as though you’ve forgotten something…”
She stopped in her tracks, radiating an aura of tense frustration. It took her three seconds to turn slowly on her heel once more, a forced smile on her face as she rounded to face him.
Feeling his forehead lift in alarm, Henry knew his expression advertised his surprise.
“Thank you, again, sir.” was all the woman said, through gritted teeth no less as she purposefully stepped back towards him to take the offered brush.
Nodding, Henry acknowledged her as he stepped back.
“Is everything alright?” He asked, concern growing as he really looked at the young woman in front of him. Her face was strained, right at the eyes and mouth; her eyes shone wet, as if tears built behind them and she fought letting them loose. She seemed to vibrate with not only anger but anxiety as well. “Not to sound like a complete asshole, but you look like you’re having a shit day…”
“Ya think?” She shot back, voice and expression not even trying to hide her sarcasm as she unceremoniously stuffed the brush into the folds of the roll she clutched between her left arm and torso.
“I have reached the ‘I’ll be amazed if I still have a job once I get downstairs’ phase for being late. I may as well just, not show up...I’m that late. I’m never, NEVER late. And to top it all off-“ she explained, voice growing louder and ever so slightly hysterical, “-you, some Thunder From Down Under wannabe with your fucking ginormous muscles and chiseled jawline, want to ask how my fucking day is going?!?”
She was a force to be reckoned with, and her fury was a beautiful thing to behold, even it was currently being blasted full force onto him.
“Thunder from...I’m sorry, but what?”
A strangled scream rose out for her throat as her head dropped backwards, lifting her face towards the ceiling.
“I don’t have time for this, man stripper.” She barked before catching herself and forcing the smile back onto her face, adding a saccharine, “Thank you, again, for finding my badge, but...I really do have to be going.”
“I’m not a man stripper.” Henry stated, matter of factor with a chuckle at the same time.
“Okay, then what are you? Superman?” she spat, unbelieving his admission.
“Actually...yes. I am.” He laughed, finding the situation far too hilarious in the moment.
“Whatever you say, dude. All I’m saying is that with all those rippling muscles and jawline, you’d fit right in with all the other ‘roided out assholes in this town.”
“There’s no need to be rude...I was only trying to help.”
“Thanks, but I gotta go.” She quipped as she turned quickly and began heading back to the elevator bank. She did the same as earlier, arms pressing to her ample chest as she sprinted away. Catching her head turn just enough to call back to him, “And by the way, it’s Uh-merry-oh, not Am-er-ee-oh, Magic Mike!”
“Infuriating woman…” Henry sighed as he shook his head from left to right. Glancing down to Kal, who was planted on the carpet a smidge out of arms length watching the interaction with a grin, Henry observed, “She has a nice ass, even if she does have a bit of an attitude. Let’s not take any of what she said to heart, Kal...she’s having a pretty shit day, and it’s not like we’ll ever see her again…”
This story is everything! Love her attitude
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Second Hand Meet Cute
Summary: Henry’s friends set him up with someone he has nothing in common with. Still they meet again, but this time she isn’t alone, and a certain someone in her group sparks instant chemistry.
Warnings: language
Word count: 4444
A/N: This one was based on this ask I got (and sat on for such a long time that I think @the-freak-cassie-131 must have thought I was ignoring her request). As it turns out I had such a load of fun writing this that it kinda got away from me. I hope you guys have as much fun as I had.
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It was another try at yet another woman his friends had set him up with. This time it had been Andy.
Henry had chosen a quiet bistro, where the owner was a legitimate fan and an amazing cook, and the ambience homely despite its sophisticated looks.
He was anxious. His hands were sweating, and it was irritating to keep drying them on his slacks.
Thankfully, the owner was kind enough not to book many tables for that evening, and his happened to be in a quiet corner, away from prying eyes.
I read this like 20 times. She is awesome writer with the gold heart and such a sweet human being. Everybody needs to read this!!! Thank you for your amazing job sweetheart @musings-sans-muse