Random Imagines

I Dont Like Tom Cruise Anymore (Henry Cavill)

Warnings⚠️: mentions of death, burns, and bomb parts

This has not been proofread so...

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Henry was playing video games while you were in the living room watching TV.

"No! What the heck."

Henry chuckled but ignored your comment as you usually talked to the TV as if the characters could hear you.

"I wish i was that detonator."

He made a confused face at that. What did that even mean? He shook his head but went back to his game.

"Don't you dare! Don't hit his face! I swear if you mess up his gorgeous face!"

"What is she watching" he wondered.

He heard a terrified gasp from you a bit later. He turned his head towards the living room.

"Darling?" He called out. He got no response. "Darling?" He called again. Nothing.

"No!" He heard you wail.

Concerned, he jumped up and walked to the living room. He saw you sitting on the couch with your hand covering your mouth and misty eyes.

"What's wrong baby?" He strolled over to you.

You looked at your concerned husband and jumped on him. He, not expecting you to launch yourself at him, lost his balance but quickly regained it and wrapped his arms around you. You clung to him like a koala bear, refusing to let go.

Your actions worried him and he rubbed small, soothing circles on your back. As he did so, he looked towards the TV to see what had gotten you so worked up.

He soon recognized what he saw as the scene from Mission Impossible 6: Fallout where his character, August Walker, dies.

"Baby?"

"Hm?"

"Is the movie what's got you like this?"

You nodded in response to his question.

He started to laugh, hard. He knew he shouldn't have, you were really worked up about this, but he couldn't help it.

Your head shot up from its place in the crook of his neck, shocked at his outburst.
You scowled at your husband.

"Henry!" You slapped his shoulder lightly. "It's not funny!"

"It is a little bit darling."

"No it's not! I just had to see half of my husband's handsome face get burned off! And then i had to watch him basically get thrown off a cliff by Tom Cruise! It's not funny!"

Henry could see your point. If he had to watch you die, even if it was fake, he'd be traumatized too. He stopped laughing and looked at your sad expression.

"I'm sorry baby. You're right, it's not funny." He lowered himself onto the couch, you still clinging to him like he was your lifeline.

A little while passed and you had calmed down a lot more, coming to your senses in a way.

"Baby?"

You looked up at Henry. "Yes?"

"Why did you say that you wished you were a detonator?"

You descended into giggles, Henry's bellowing laughter following soon after.