Ooeeh Headcanon About A Fight And Making Up With Henry?

Ooeeh headcanon about a fight and making up with Henry?🥰

Kiss & Make Up

Basically y’all know what’s bout to go down. And it’s only healthy for couples to fight Henry~ i hope i did this justice i’m new to headcanons n i can’t tell if this is a mini story or naw??? >w<

it’s the first fight you two ever have, and boy is it bad. in the few months you’ve dated the high of the first few weeks never died down. you really thought you would never fight.

but every healthy couple is bound to fight, at least you try to tell yourself that when he’s yelling at you.

henry’s voice is deep and exasperated as he bickers with you over having another man in your shared home. ‘Yours’.

his nose flares, cheeks reddened to impossible heights as his chest puffs with air and deflates. his teeth are clenched and eyebrows drawn near to the middle, making lines crease his forehead.

evidently not everyone else’s, especially guys who were so clearly just a friend.

his accusations come out of nowhere, hitting deep as he shoves things around. breaks items that are materialistic, but a hassle to clean up.

it’s scary to see him like this, so you stay in place. trembling while you cautiously watch him go about his little destruction spell.

what draws the last straw is his words, “are you sleeping with him?”. no one ever likes to hear those words from someone they love.

with the track record you have of being used or cheated on, you’d think henry would be wise to not go there. but stranger things have happened, right?

boy does it sting, like a knife twisting in your heart. you bite your bottom lip bitterly, arguing would only make it worse you knew this from past flings.

finally as if all tuckered out, henry stops yelling. heaving a deep breath as he looks around the mess he’s caused.

little shards of glass, water, flowers and papers all across the wood floorboards. that you took the curtesy or mopping and polishing.

you knew he was stressed and busy from work, so maybe this was all it was? yet the tears stung at the back of your eyes. pushing their way forward to the corners of your eyes.

futilely you try to blink them away but they only seem to go free, cascading down your cheeks and as if sensing the little sniffle you make, henry looks over truly shocked.

all the rage and frustration ebbs away with one look at your composure crumbling.

a heart broken smile directed at him, tears clinging on at the globe of your cheeks. Making them glisten in the fading sun through the window.

he crowds your space quickly as you wipe the dew drops away trying to save face. too late.

he’s all “i’m sorries.”, “i didn’t mean it.” as fast as he can, breathing heavily. promising he’d clean the mess up. to never raise his voice at you again- so forth.

still he doesn’t get much further before your hands, clenched into fists met his sturdy chest. he grunts stunned as he backs away with awe at your sudden attack.

of course you could never go for the face but his body wasn’t off limits- to a degree. If you really wanted to hurt him, and not yourself you could’ve just aimed lower.

that’d be a literal dick move.

the punch is however a big mistake you’re all, “argh, i can’t even fucking hurt you because you’re built like a fucking wall! and now my hand hurts!” (i can’t help but be a dork even when it’s serious fuck 🤣💀)

him tries to help, really he does. genuinely concerned for your wellbeing.

you fight him off mutter things like, “you aren’t a child.”, etc.

as time passes on you get nowhere, and extend your hand out to him. effortlessly he presses against your bones and muscles lightly. asking if it hurts every so often, with a shake of your head, he smiles.

and curse that smile bc you’re weak for it.

he lifts your hand up, cradle in his two larger palms and kisses your knuckles. rubbing over your achy flesh.

henry gets you an ice pack for the swelling, saying you’ll live. you opt to calling him ‘colossus’ after that encounter.

to run his apology forward he cleans the house up, apologizes to your friend he scared off coming home like a raging bull. by phone call. even offered to sleep on the sofa if you were still pissed or hurting. even scared of him.

hell he’d find a motel for your comfort. no compromise was too much for him.

with that done, he vanishes while you’re mid winding down your anxiety watching funny animals videos.

little snorts or giggles filling the air.

curiously you worried over it being so silent only to see he’s leaning into the back of the sofa. watching you with that warmed look in his eyes, somehow you can tell he’s still tense and stressed beneath that fond expression.

so you do what any girlfriend would do, kiss and make up with the lovable teddy bear.

initiating the kiss first, he wraps his arms around your hesitantly. worried he’d hurt you or scare you again.

you spend the better part of coaxing and reassuring him, he would never hurt you.

leading up to him telling about his stressful day at work and how parazzi kept harassing him about his personal life. you in particular in excruciating details.

false rumors, accusations, etc. it had his blood boiling at people saying inaccurate things about you.

him wanting to protect your honor makes your heart flutter to life with those familiar feelings. the highs of your relationship bleeding to the forefront.

with your anxiety down to a manageable level, it’s your objective to also bring henry’s down too. giving him massages that he returns to you in the payment of kithes.

by the time you both fall asleep right there cuddled on the sofa ironically. his larger body covers yours, head cradled between your breast. breathing evenly, and you run a hand through his curly locks whispering a, “i love you ya big idiot.”

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Henry Cavill Headcanons

if you’ve got any suggestions or general topics you’d like to see headcanons for just shoot an ask my way or of any of his particular roles id be happy to do such. it’s safe to say this man owns all of me 😌✨🌸💕

he’s definitely a giant teddy bear, and whenever you come home exhausted he just opens his arms. chuckling how you readily sink into his arms, once there you refuse to move or even do anything.

he ends up carrying you to bed, and helps remove your shoes and pants so you’re more comfortable.

henry would do random things like hug you from behind and lift you up just to hear you squeal in surprise.

his laugh and smile is infectious and he knows it, some days he’d purposely just sit and smile at you till you do in return.

if you’ve got long hair, he would braid it after you’ve washed it. short hair he’d probably dry it with a towel and floof it up so you end up having a hair floofing war.

during red carpet events he lets you wear his suit coat, keeps a hand at your waist at all times. or holds your hand, however you like. constantly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

when you shower together, the rare times you actually can- 😏, he likes to wash your hair, lathering in too much shampoo you always tell him it’ll be damaging than helpful.

he gets suds everywhere, on purpose.

by on purpose he puts it there so he’ll have a reason to touch there again. some nsfw and some sfw (ex. your nose- just to see you smile goofily, your cheeks, your shoulders that he loves to squeeze affectionally, and ofc your abdomen and hips.)

when he tells you it’s time to rinse, he tilts your head back and makes sure the soap or water doesn’t get in your face, during these times you like to watch how his brows draw together in focus.

after he’s done he’ll always notice you were watching him and blush lightly.

he’s a damn good cook, surprises you with breakfast in bed. while you pop up at his work with a home made lunch of his favourites.

there’s times you have tickle wars on the sofa but leads to the ground, bc he’s a giant and you’re tiny. there’s no way you’d win if he keeps you cornered.

other days you’ll spend it sitting together reading books.

the times he’s got off work you play world of war craft, him teaching you the basics as you’re a noob or not tech savvy (like me)

once you’ve been shown the ropes you become a pro being a fast learner and all. it kinda makes him jealous to see you won’t need his guidance.

which leads to him finding something else he can teach you about or vice versa.

the times Henry isn’t home a lot, you take Kal for walks/jogs and spend the day in cuddled with the giant doggo watching shows you’ve binged already.

he often calls to face time you during his breaks or hair & make up. the two of you taking goofy snap shots and asking the other how their days been.

often times you always mumble how much you miss him, and the way his eyes seem to gloss over you know he misses you too.

the two of you can always hear the door clicking even with the tv blaring and you watch Kal go to greet him while you wait on the sofa in jammies.

by jammies it’s usually his hoodies or a t-shirt even a button up with long socks. due to the fact his shirts look like dresses on you, shorts aren’t really a necessity.

the excitement is high in your veins at him being home too but you don’t wanna bombard him.

most times you fail, even beating Kal to him and throwing yourself into his arms. showering his face in kisses and scratching the light stubble lining his jawline. he returns each shower of kiss with his own to you.

henry forgets all the bags there and holds you to him tightly, inhaling the smell of your shampoo. all while you koala bear wrap yourself around his sturdy body.

you both do different work outs in the day, you always skip or give up before him bc what is dedication ??

he’s the real dedication if you’re honest. when he joins you, then you’ll see it through just to see his glistening muscles. *cue purring*