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sparkly-skies · 10 months

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five comfort characters, five tags (kinda)

thank you @spatort-spaetzchen ✨ I don't really have comfort characters, more comfort tags/tropes so I'm gonna go with that, maybe I can throw in a character somewhere. also I'm arsonist-chicken but I added fanfic recs that include RPF of musicians so it needs to go on my sideblog now. Also. This got long. Because I'm incapable of shutting the hell up but well. Here you go:

first date/first kiss/first time - I'm weak as hell for it. something about the excitement of doing something for the first time, in general or with a specific person, and the trust it requires and how you can decide what it means for you, if it's something serious or just something you do with a friend for fun because you want to and trust each other.

might I recommend @ao3userxnowimnothing's "favorite record" (Blind Channel) as a first kiss comfort fic that I keep going back to

also @mondscheinprinzessin's "There is just one thing I need" (Blind Channel), it's got pining, it's got friends to lovers, it's got a first kiss and someone yeeting a mistletoe at someone's head.

a Realisation of Feelings, paired with a cursive oh. that's right you little idiot, OH, that's not just friendly feelings there! you like them! sucker. and related: sexuality crisis/figuring out your non-heterosexuality over time OR have it be a sudden epiphany, like OH not everyone feels like this about their same-sex friend! OH I haven't felt like this about any of my other same-sex friends and it's not just because they're awesome in a different way! get queer-ed bby.

@sunsetcurveofficial's "Keep Dreaming Like We'll Live Forever" (Julie and the Phantoms) - I don't remember details right now and it's 10,000 words, but I did write in my bookmark "sexualities are realised through innocent 'what if' kissing, many feelings".

and @s4pphic-sh3nan1gans "Zame, si čisti dopamin" (Joker Out), it's still in progress but I already love the friends looking out for the guy who still needs to figure out and more importantly accept that he Likes a guy.

two people just Sitting and Talking, preferably in a protected space (like someone's own apartment, or a room with a closed door and unlikely interruptions) or late in the evening/at night, on a balcony or in someone's garden or again a protected space, about Something that has been bothering one of them or that they have been thinking about a lot recently and that they want to talk to someone they trust about. could be a crush/oh damn am I queer-thing, doubts about their place in life, relationships/family/friendship problems, self-imagine issues, darker issues like self-harm or related issues, anything else they want to get off their chest and trust this friend with to listen and offer a should to lean and cry on if necessary.

yeah actually my obsession with "two people Sitting and Talking" was always there but probably really took off with @mousemarner's "you know all my deep dish" (Julie and the Phantoms). It literally says in the author's notes "A fic by me where two people sit and talk about someone's sexuality? Groundbreaking." AND IT IS. Love it. So much. I quickly skimmed it just now and it got me emotional again.

also @mondscheinprinzessin's "first aid kit: bandages, support, friends" (Blind Channel) series has a lot of that, too.

also again @mondscheinprinzessin's "The four times Aleksi comes out" (Blind Channel) fic. Top-tier. Has coming out AND worrying about it a bit AND a friend asking to sit and talk AND other stuff.

and applegrass23's "Kisses" (Joker Out) which I put in this category for the Sitting and Talking but also features one character coming out in a tense situation and it being fine except for his broken heart. Actually, as far as comfort characters go, right now the closest thing is probably Kris, especially when he's there for his friends for a Talk.

idiots in love/pining/friends to lovers/getting together/love confessions. That's THE shit baby. THE shit. Combine it with some good old sexuality realisation (because they've been friends forever and have always felt like that, they're just really close friends??/they've been friends forever, WHY are their feelings suddenly changing and getting so intense??) and them being idiots but eventually sitting and talking about their feelings, and I'm sitting ready with my hands on my keyboard to scream in the comments. THE shit. Sign me the fuck up. Rip my heart out and put it back together when they figure it out.

@mondscheinprinzessin's "Getting yourself a boyfriend" (Blind Channel) series is, like, THE prototype of every fic I could ever fall in love with.

also psyduckappear's "Hello, Mary Lou" (Julie and the Phantoms), it's got pining and one of them being oblivious and a love confession of sorts.

and @wesperbrekkered's "Of Merchlings and Letters Home" (Six of Crows) that has the pining and the oblivious idiots in love but also many other things that ripped my heart right out that would need their own category.

@neverrepent's "my bat, my heart" (Blind Channel) ripped my heart out with the tragedy of it all and I wish so badly I could draw to make fanart of the final scene past a very scribbly doodle I did during an exam.

just like. physical affection very generally. friends cuddling, sitting in each other's laps, holding hands, giving kisses on hair, foreheads, cheeks, shoulders, even lips casually just to show affection.

@threeghosts-nobraincells's "Bros Kiss Sometimes, Right?" (Julie and the Phantoms). Does turn into friends to lovers eventually BUT before that, it really is just dudes kissing bros, guys kissing the homies for the fun of it.

@mondscheinprinzessin I've tagged you so many times, what's one more, also @neverrepent if you want to and @morbid-things where I have a hunch of at least, like, two comfort characters and @paleangels13. Have fun if you want to do it, I went with comfort tropes instead of characters, you do whatever you want ✨

#tag game #mine #get well soon ✨#cw self-harm #laura's not paying me to advertise her fics I promise #jesus tumblr get it together why can't i do a simple break why do i have to do new bullet points #and these huge ass breaks inbetween then #WHY ARE YOU MOVING MY LINKS FFS #tumblr is a website

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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Ahhhhhh sorry requesting another penguinz0 fic T^T I just love him so so much but can you do a charlie headcanons where him and the reader has a slight age gap (maybe the reader is 19-21) shshwhw sorry if this makes you uncomfortable you can just ignore this <33 (ALSO THOSE TWO HEADCANONS THAT YOU WROTE ARE *CHEF KISSES*)

Noo please don't apologize sweetie, I love writing for Charlie! His characterization is always fun to write 🤭 And no worries, age gaps don't make me uncomfortable (i have a thing for relationships with bigger LEGAL age gaps)

And I'm so glad you enjoyed my previous headcanons! I didn't know their quality myself since I haven't written much for Charlie but I'm so happy you liked them 🥰

Now on with today's headcanons. Enjoy 💕

Pairing: Penguinz0 x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Age Gap (LEGAL), Swearing,

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

- You met Charlie your freshman year in college

- A bright-eyed but timid nineteen year old trying to make your way through life with not many friends is who you were back then

- And he was a complete loner

- Well, he did have friends, but not any in the same shoes as him

- Most of them had dropped out of college while he had graduated and was afterwards considering post-grad studies but at a different college

- Faith just made it be so that college was the same one you attended

- There was a presentation being held for possibly interested post-grad students which he had signed up to see but unfortunately couldn't find his way to the auditorium where it was being held

- And because of that very presentation, your own class was moved to an auditorium you had never been in before, hence why you had no idea where to find it

- During your search for it, you ran into the long haired man who looked just as lost as you felt

- You know it'd be cliché to admit, but the truth is that your heart sped up when he smiled at you after his initial look of indifference

- "You're a student here, right?"

- "Yeah." You answered suspiciously with a nod

- "Ok great, can you tell me where the World Literature 4BF auditorium is?" He asked, reading the marking of the auditorium from the booklet he was given

- You couldn't help but chuckle, "You're all out of luck if you expect me to know where that is. Hell, I don't even know where Science 17SE is and that's where my class is being held as we speak."

- He laughed as did you, "Seems like you're way more fucked than I am." He commented, trailing off for a second before speaking up again, "You wanna go on a scavenger hunting for your class then?"

- "But what about you? Don't you need to find yours too?" You asked, ready to turn down his offer

- "Nah, I'm not going to class. I was gonna attend the post-grad presentation and shit but I'm starting to second guess if I even want that. College fucked me up enough already, I don't need to go through another hellhole anytime soon." He chuckled, running a hand through his hair before readjusting his cap

- "Don't scare me like that, dude! I'm a freshman here!" You complained, turning his chuckle into laughter

- "In that case, I'll be the human embodiment of the warning people should be given before going to college. What's your major?"

- And just like that, you got to talking

- You walked out of the second building with the intention of searching the third for your class but just ended up lounging on a bench outside in the warm sun and soothing breeze

- March was treating you well, allowing you two to talk your asses off, imagine if it was raining instead...

- You came to know a lot of things about him

- His name: Charlie, his age: 27, where he's from: Tampa, he graduated from the University of Tampa with a degree in Human Sciences

- What interested you most was what he said about his career: Content creator on different social media platforms

- You would've questioned him more if you both could stay on one topic for long enough but you kept segueing from one into another

- And an hour and a half ended up being far from enough for you to talk about everything you wanted

- Seeing as how you were talking like long time friends, you hadn't noticed the time pass by, but when you realized the next class was about to start, you had to run much to your own and his dismay too

- "I hope to see you around, Y/N." He told you as you were about to part

- "I do too but if you're not doing the post-grad program, I'm afraid we won't be seeing a whole lot of each other." You replied, not thinking much of it

- "I'm actually starting to reconsider it." He said and suddenly you were thinking much of it

- That's all you could think about for the rest of the day and the morning after

- The only thing that could invade your mind and replace it was the happiness you felt when you saw him back on campus the following day

- "Are you stalking me, old man?" You joked as you walked up to him in the quad

- "I beg of you to not call the cops on me cause we will indeed be seeing quite a bit of one another. But you'll never know....am I stalking you, or is it just a coincidence...." he trailed off, seemingly finally fathoming what you had said, "And I'm not an old man, kiddo."

- You gasped theatrically, 'hurt' by his insult, "I'm no kid, you ass!"

- Ah, bickering - the best relationship-starter

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jbreenr · 3 years

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Stunt –Sebastian Stan

Pairing: sebastian stan × reader

Summary: shooting a fight shouldn't be as difficult for two professional actors.

Word count: 3.4k

Warning: poorly written smut (+18 only, please), mild degradation, choking, oral sex (f receiving), explicit language, semi-public sex (???), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), this is a rpf so don't read if you're not comfortable with it.

A/N: after watching the assembled of tfatws and olli haaskivi's post about being chocked by the metal arm, inspiration hit me so, yeah. also, this is for @buckyownsmylife because she insisted that i should start writing and, how am i supposed to say no to her? i hope this thing makes sense and you like it at least a little. Lack of vocabulary, grammatical and orthographic mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*.

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“It is simple,” Kari, the director, started explaining. “while Anthony struggles to separate John from Karli in the background, you and Sebastian will have a little fight over here.” she gestured with her hands as she spoke. “After she tries to knock you out, you take her with you and corner her against that wall…”

Sebastian’s eyes followed every move the woman did, absorbing the information she was giving.

You were about to shoot a scene for The Falcon and the Winter Soldier and you were nervous. Not only because it was your first fighting sequence ever since you landed in Prague, but also because you were supposed to do all the maneuvers of your character. According to Kari, it was going to be a single, long and intricate shot, which made it impossible for the stunts to do it themselves.

After talking to the choreographer and making one vague demonstration with Sebastian, you practiced all week, moving left to right in the reduced space of your room, kicking the air, jumping around and failing miserably when you slipped off the edge of the bed more times than you cared to admit.

Only when you understood that you wouldn’t be able to do it alone, you tried asking Sebastian to help you with some movements in which his body was required. Of course, he was busier than he'd be in other circumstances, now playing one of the biggest roles of the show, and told you that he'd for sure help you later.

Later quickly turned to tomorrow and then to next week but you were fine with it, you knew his schedule was tight and if he was not working, he was probably getting some well deserved rest.

Insisting was something you thought of doing, of course, but changed your mind the day you bumped into John, his stuntman, and he offered to help you.

He was really funny and you enjoyed spending time with him. He knew his job. He taught you some tricks for when you needed punch someone or when you had to fall backwards and not break your neck in the process, but most importantly, he knew how to make the practicing seasons less awkward in that singularly difficult part.

“… And then you throw her to the mat. Got it?”

“Yeah, it's gonna be fun.”

Kari turned to you with a smile on her face. “Are you ready?” she asked, oblivious to the fact that you had been lost in your thoughts for the last few minutes.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.” You reciprocated her smile.

Your eyes followed her as she walked away to sit on her chair. Behind her, you visualized John waving at you and giving you two thumbs up, signaling that he was there to cheer and support you.

“Hey,” Sebastian’s voice caught your attention. “Are you okay?” You looked at him in the eye and nodded. You were okay, only not sure if you were going to do a good job. “Don't worry, just imagine you're doing it with John.” And with that, he left you to go to his initial position.

His words stuck in your head for longer than they should have. The way he said them was… how was it? Strange was the best definition you could think of.

Pushing the thought to the back of your mind, you walked to the blue X marked next to a wooden table in the other side of the room.

“And action!” Kari said, bringing the set to life.

Erin and Wyatt started with the last part of their argument when Anthony appeared to start with Sam’s speech about knowing what Karli had been through. “Captain,” said the director. “your turn.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Wyatt spat a tired comment and went to take the non existent shield in his back, unleashing hell… at least for the characters.

Their fight had just started when Sebastian approached them, prosthetic metal arm and all, to make his part helping Sam.

“Now!” Erin’s, well, Karli’s order worked as your clue to enter the scene, running straight to Sebastian to put him away from the others.

Unlike Erin, you were not wearing a mask. Your character was supposed to be hidden, ready and waiting for Karli’s instructions in case things went wrong.

Grey walls and blurry faces spun before your eyes as you whirled and jumped, pretending to punch and kick Sebastian.

The camera moved from Wyatt’s face to Erin who took off her mask and threw it to your direction, bringing the attention of the camera to you.

It went from your feet to your arms that grazed Sebastian's as if you two were in the middle of a dance. The lens, now focusing on Bucky’s arm.

Your hair, that had started tied up in a bun, was now loose thanks to the choreography and its intensity.

One of your boots touched Sebastian's ankle and he fell to his knee, you went back a few inches.

“Two more steps and your fist, Y/N.” Kari indicated. The colorful marks on the floor, agreeing with her.

You did as she said, moving your arm towards Sebastian’s face. He took your fisted hand in his, stood up and easily dragged you with him near to the closest wall. After all, he was too, playing a super soldier.

Your knuckles barely touched his chest and he staggered as if it actually had hurt him.

“Yes!” Hearing John saying that in the distance, you did your best to hide a smile. That part had been complicated while rehearsing but you just managed to make it look real.

With more straight that you anticipated, Sebastian's hand, the one with the fake metal arm, gripped your throat and walked you to the wall, slamming your back to it with a dry thud. A heavy and almost inaudible whimper fell from your lips, surprising both Sebastian and you, your eyes connecting instantly with his.

His palm was firm on you, the supposed-to-be vibranium glove slowly warming against your body heat and the end of the sleeve pressing against your pulse point.

Despite the barrier between his fingertips and your flesh, he could feel your rapid heartbeats and the way your breathing increased in speed by the second. His eyes, now following a drop of sweat that rolled down your cheek and fell from your jaw to the shirt you were wearing.

His fingers tightened their grip on you so mildly that the rest of the crew didn’t register it. For a split second you felt like your body was burning, as if he had poured gasoline on you and threw a match at your feet, waiting for you to turn to ashes.

“Now, straddle him.” That was the second time Kari’s voice brought you back to reality that day.

If you were not sure you’d be able to perform what was next before, you now knew you were about to screw it up.

The camera guy walked a few steps back to have a better view and when he stopped, you sweeped your arm under Sebastian’s to free yourself. He looked as deconcentrated as you were seconds prior.

He was quick to come to his senses and moved his leg to the front to help you climb his body like a koala. His right hand, hidden from the camera behind his torso, held your hip to keep you from falling.

Putting a leg on his shoulder, you pushed yourself up to bring your whole body to be on top of him, quite literally.

When you executed that part with John, there had been no problems; no complications while climbing him, no accidents while putting you down, no your inconvenient and unexpected arousal pooling between your legs almost touching his nose thanks to the closeness your current position had you in.

You tried to keep your intimate parts as far from his face as possible, with your ankles buried near his neck, the sides of your parted legs held by him and an annoying pang on your lower back caused by the, in your opinion, extremely necessary lean of your torso.

He walked a few steps away from the wall, trying to stop you from strangle him with your thighs.

One of your hands was on your knee steadying yourself, the other was taking a handful of his hair in a desperate attempt of your character to make him let go of your legs, and your hair kept covering your peripheral sight when you heard Sebastian inhale. A sharp and deep breath that ran down your spine. The moment he exhaled and looked up at you, your legs lost strength instantly.

“Shit” was all you said before you lost balance and felt your back hit the cold concrete, kicking the air out of you.

The entire set froze, people stopping whatever they were doing as soon as Kari screamed “Cut!” She and a few others approached you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” John asked as he leaned to help you get up. “What happened? You nailed that part this morning.”

Gazing at Sebastian, you saw him looking everywhere but in your direction.

“Well, it was just… not the same.”

“Timing is everything in these cases.”

You heard Sebastian telling Kari that he’d be right back, to which she said, “Alright, people, let’s take a break and then we’ll try it again!”

“I’ll go to fix my hair for take two.” You informed your friend and headed towards the dressing rooms, he went right behind you.

The walk was not long, and still, John found the time to scold you for not following his instructions in your last jump. Little did he know that was not the problem.

“Let’s just say that it is easier to do it with you.” You said, walking inside the room, leaving him laughing as you closed the door.

You were the only person there, the hair and makeup team nowhere to be seen. Sighing, you took off the hair tie and with a comb, started brushing your tangled locks.

Without warning, the door swung open revealing an exasperated and apparently angry Sebastian. With the look he was giving to you, he only needed the black mask to be the Winter Soldier.

“So, is that it?” he shortened the distance between you two with slow steps. “You prefer to work with Nania than with me? Is that why you were so uncomfortable while we were ‘fighting’?” his fingers making quotation marks.

With every step he took, you did the same, except backwards. When the back of your thighs hit the table in front of the mirrors, you moved to the side, approaching the door, ready to excuse yourself and run back to set.

You should have been faster, though.

Just as your fingers grazed the knob, his were already on you, holding you by the neck and slightly depriving you from your air supply. Only then you realized he was still wearing the metal arm.

“Is that why you'd rather it being him you're shooting that scene with?” his eyes were on fire, his beautiful features distorted by a grimace. “You like having his face between your legs?” Your breath hitched, this time for a reason beyond his fingers touching you. His words, having an effect they shouldn't have had in your body.

“Why do you care?” Your question, followed by his grip loosening a bit. “You didn’t have time to practice with me so he did it for you.”

His mouth molded into an incredulous smile and the laugh he let out had no humor on it.

“You really think that, don’t you?” With the back of his other hand, he caressed your cheek. The difference between his touches, making you tremble. “I kept delaying our practices because I knew that once you got your legs on my shoulders again, there'd be no going back.”

Your confused expression seemed to amuse him. He reduced the distance between your bodies to zero.

Bucky's suit was cold against the thin material of your shit, you felt his belt pressing in your stomach and something else right below making contact with your lower belly.

“And apparently, you felt the same way.” The hand that was tracing your jaw descended to your clavicle, passing by the space between your breasts and went down until reaching your cargo pants.

Your head was spinning, how did you get in that position? Why were you trapped against a wall again? But the most important question was, why were you enjoying it? “Sebastian--.”

“Shhhhh.” he shushed you. “Instead of saying whatever you were going to say, tell me,” his fingers found their way under your panties. “do all men that ever had you wrapped around them get you this wet?”

You snapped out of your trance. Bringing all your strength to your arms, you pushed him back successfully, no super soldier serum needed. “How dare you?”

“I dare.” The bluntness of his voice was shown when his fingers found your throat again and squeezed harder this time. “Don't act like you didn't like it when I did exactly this back there.” He repeated the action and your hands caught his wrist. A whimper, betraying your resistance. “Was it what made you all bothered that you couldn't handle me being so close to your sweet little cunt?” Cold air hit your legs. He somehow managed to unbutton your pants and drag them down until they were pooling around your boots. “Or was it the memory of John doing it what baffled you?”

You were out of words. Not only because his grip on you was still there, but also because you couldn't find a coherent answer to all of his questions. Not that it'd matter.

“I think I hit the nail on the head. ”His fingers moved your underwear to the side and parted your lips to start rubbing your clit in slow circles.

Your head turned to the right trying to suppress a moan, and you panicked. The door was still opened. Even when you two were covered behind it, someone could so easily enter and witness the show.

“Please.” You murmured.

“'Please', what?” You didn't know. You didn't know if you were asking him to stop his hand or to keep it moving.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, the idea of someone walking on you, moistening Sebastian’s hand more. His low chuckle hitting you in the face.

“Just… please.”

His fingers left your center and you almost yelled at him, the only things stopping you were the sight of him taking them in his mouth, groaning as he did so, and the force his other arm was still holding you with.

"You know?" His fingers slowly left your throat and traveled down your body until reaching your panties. "When I first saw you, I never thought you'd be so desperate to be filled up that you'd let the first guy that was nice to you have a taste." He yanked the piece of fabric down. “Let alone the one that bruised your beautiful skin and gets paid for it, too.”

The implications of his words should have made you kich him for real and leave him there to think about how he was going to apologize, but they didn’t. Instead, they planted you in that room like a tree, waiting for his next move.

You felt numb, your arms and legs tickling in anticipation as he fell to his knees.

“Who would have thought that you were such a whore?” He didn't even give you time to refute with his soft lips already pressing against your needy clit.

His hands opened your legs as far as possible and brought one of them to his shoulder, bending it and hitting the wall with your boot sole, surely leaving a dark stain.

At this point, you were probably delusional, too caught up in the pleasure that you could have sworn he was drawing the alphabet with his tongue.

A loud groan rumbled in the room the second his teeth lightly bit you. You covered your mouth with the back of your arm and prayed that there was no one outside to hear.

“Quiet, sweetheart.” His hot breathing hit your nub as he spoke, his lips grazing your sensitive flesh. “Don't want anyone knowing we're in the middle of a…” He left a soft kiss in your inner thigh. “conversation.”

“Ironic,” You almost whispered. “Considering how much I want you to shut up right now.”

The expression on his face had your hips involuntarily reaching for him.

“Your wish is my command.”

He resumed his assault with sloppy kisses and long stripes of his tongue from your center to your clit. The wet sound of his lips covered in your juices, obscene. The scratch of his beard having you seeing stars. The low cries leaving your mouth and the grip of your hand in his hair, motivating him to keep going.

Out of the sudden, his tongue entered you, making you jump and ripping a groan from your insides. You bit your lip to prevent it from happening again.

“Y/N, you there?” a fememine voice called for you.

Your shocked eyes found Sebastian’s, who, unbothered, continued with the task in hand, as if he didn’t understand the dangerous predicament you were in.

“Yes. Yes, I'm here.” You said, with the steadiest tone Sebastian's tongue allowed you to.

“Karli's looking for you. You better be ready in five.”

You could see her shadow peeking inside the room. She was four steps away from finding out. Three, the slight growth of it told you.

“Yeah, I'm--” Sebastian drawed away and you felt relief. But it didn’t last long. His finger quickly replaced his tongue and began moving in and out, hitting that spot everytime, making you gasp. Soon after, he added a second finger, making sure to be as silent as possible. “I'm coming.”

“Sweet!” the girl said. “Hurry up.”

You heard the door closing and internally thanked her for it as the sound of her footsteps faded.

“Shit.” You rested your head in the wall. “That was close.”

“Not the only thing that was close, though.” He observed, scissoring his fingers inside of you. The spontaneous action, surprising you.

With renewed speed, he moved his arm, circling his wrist and bringing his mouth to your clit once again. Your hips involuntarily jolted forward and his left hand went to rest in your stomach, pushing and stopping you from moving. He licked and slurped with such a ferocity that your release hit you with no warning. A silent scream reduced to a mewl ringing in your ears. Your body on flames again. It was as if he had activated the fire alarm but closed the windows to prevent the smoke from leaving the place.

For the first time that day, you didn’t question the fact that you were against a wall. Actually, you were happy it was there to hold you.

Sebastian stood up and with the back of his sleeve, cleaned the mess around his beard. You just pulled your clothes up.

“Oh, no, no, no. I’m not done with you yet.”

He towered in front of you, trapping your smaller body and hindering you from getting properly dressed again.

“B-but, I have to go back to the set and…”

“‘And’ nothing.” He reached for his belt, having it gone in a second and lowering his own pants along with his pair of boxers. “I told you there’ll be no going back.”

“No, I'm serious.” Your trembling hand set on his chest, trying to maintain some necessary distance. “I only have five minutes to get ready. Plus, I'm sure they're looking for you as well.”

“Five minutes?” he asked with a chuckle, ignoring the rest of your babbling. “I can make you cum again in three.”

“But--” His lips were on you before you processed it.

The kiss was sloppy, full of need and desire. The taste of yourself in his tongue, making you forget why you were so worried.

Not knowing what to do with your hands, you placed them in his shoulders, gripping the thick material of the suit. Meanwhile, he blindly got rid of your right boot, took your foot out of your pants and yanked your leg to rest it on his hip.

“God, I have wanted to do this for so long.” he said in between kisses.

You giggled, catching his attention. “We've only known each other for two months.”

“Feels like an eternity to me.” The sincerity of his words caught you off guard, you were not expecting him to say something like that, not while the tip of his length was already brushing your swollen lips.

“Then, what are you waiting for?”

Neither “longing,” “rusted,” “furnace,” nor the rest of Hydra's code to activate the Winter Soldier could have provoked the brutality with which he entered you as your words did.

His palm covered your mouth, making sure to muffle your otherwise loud scream.

The rhythm of his thrusts was fast, ruthless, desperate; eager to fulfill his promise, and do it in less than three minutes.

“C’mon!” He whisper-yelled, duplicating his efforts and hiding his face on the crook of your neck. When you clenched around him as his lips played with the soft spot of your neck, it was like a bulb lightened above his head.

He separated his face from your skin and, maintaining eye contact with you, the cold of his gloved fingers found your throat once more. The force applied, led you to your second orgasm like a tidal wave. Your teeth biting your lower lip and your eyes shut. Your body, floating in pleasure.

“Fuck.” His head fell back and his erratic movements weavered, your spamming walls bringing him closer and closer. All it took for him to finally release inside of you, was the tug of his hair that you used to connect your lips to his to silent your low cries.

Touching your forehead with his, he put an end to the kiss and drew out of you. Both, your juices and his seed going down your thighs.

You stood like that for a few seconds, trying to recover.

“Typically, you take the girl for dinner first.” You commented jokingly, in hopes to fill the silence before it became uncomfortable. He went to a drawer and handed you a towel for you to clean yourself.

“That’s the plan.” He smiled at your impressed look. “If you’re willing to let me have dessert after we leave the restaurant, of course.”

You rolled your eyes, but nodded your head nevertheless. “I like the idea.”

“Great! Uhm, I’ll go now. You better fix your hair fast.” He said as he fastened his belt. “Kari is looking for you.”

He grew closer to give you an unexpected fast peck and then walked to the door, opening it.

“Oh and, I think there's no excuse for you to stay away from me now, uh?” he winked at you and made his way back to the set.

“I guess not.” You murmured, knowing that he wouldn't listen.

Needless to say, the shot went perfect in take two.

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Gimme Shelter - 7

Here it is, the last chapter of Gimme Shelter. It took me a while to write it, I kinda had a hard time to let Kat and Henry go... I'm going to miss them. I hope you like the ending I chose for these two. If so, please let me know by leaving a comment, reblog or like. Feedback is much appreciated. 💜

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Kat Spencer)

Words: ~ 4.5 k

Summary: Henry has to deal with a personal crisis and he finds shelter with his old rugby mate Sam and his sister Kat. She used to be Henry’s best friend a very long time ago. Will they be able to become friends again or maybe even more? Chapter 7: An important conversation, a celebration and lots of love.

You can find the previous chapters and my other fics on my masterlist!

Warnings: RPF, mention of mental health issues, smut, sex (p in v), vanilla, unprotected sex, nsfw, 18+, fluff

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

I got a little help with a certain paragraph, thank you so much @sillyrabbit81 for your advice and your support. Love ya 💕

Credits: Pics for the moodboard from Pinterest. Face claims: Kat = Jennifer Connelly

Disclaimer: I don’t know the real Henry Cavill or anyone who's related to him in any way, this is pure fiction and a lot of wishful thinking.

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Let the grand finale begin....

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"There's no need to be nervous, Kat."

Henry gave her a smile before taking a sip of his coffee.

They were sitting at their gate, waiting to board the plane that was going to fly them to Jersey.

"I know", Kat sighed, shaking her head slowly, "but I still am. I haven't seen your family in years, there will be so many people I don't know…"

"And they will love you. Look, Kitty, today is gonna be relaxed. You'll meet my parents, my brothers and their families and that's it. Just a casual dinner. Tomorrow there will be the celebration and I promise you it's gonna be great. My folks know how to party," he winked at her with a grin, "and on Sunday everyone except for my parents will be gone and we have a whole week to relax and just enjoy the island and our time together. Okay?"

"Okay," she smiled at him and took a bite of the muffin she had bought at one of the airport cafes, "I'll try to relax. Just distract me, tell me something... anything."

"That's the text for Instagram. The open letter to my fans and followers."

"Well, actually there's really something I want to talk to you about", Henry said reluctantly. He grabbed his phone and opened his google docs. "I need your opinion on this." He gave her his mobile.

Kat saw that the display showed a long text. "What's that?"

"I see," Kat chewed on her lip, looking him in the eyes, "and you want me to proofread it?"

"I want to know what you think about it."

"Alright. Let's see."

She stared at the words on the screen with a beating heart. Henry had been working on this statement quite a while now and she knew it would include his plans for the future. They had talked about different scenarios but she didn't know what he'd finally decided to do with his life and his work. She was curious but at the same time she was scared because many of these scenarios meant that he was going to leave St. Ives and her life. She took a deep breath and started to read.

The statement was deep and of unabashed openness. The way Henry described what he had gone through in the past year was very touching and she had to fight back tears several times. Relief flooded her when she read that he was asking his fans to give him a little more time to reorientate and that he intended to remain in the background for a little longer, stating that he was very happy at the sanctuary he had found and that good friends had given him shelter. What left her completely amazed was the last paragraph.

"Kal is going to take over your Instagram?"

Henry grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah. For a while. I think it's a good solution. I'm going to post pictures of him with captions that let people know what I'm doing without giving up my privacy until I'm ready to return and face the public again. It's my way of letting my fans be a part of my life although I'm not really present. I want to share what I'm up to but not the way I used to do it. I want to do more than promotion and I want to be more than a thirst trap, Kitty."

"You're much more than that, Hen", she took his hands in hers, looking at him with a frown, "so much more."

He gave her a grateful smile.

"I know that but many people don't and that's my own fault. The way I've presented myself on social media was very one-sided in the last year and it will be interesting to find out how many of my 17 Mio followers still like me when all they'll get to see in the next weeks is my dog. The ones that remain are the ones that count and in the future I want them to see who I am and what's important to me. I have picked three topics I want to concentrate on. First: conversation and protection of species in cooperation with Durrell. Second: mental health, focusing on problems men often face. I want to found a charitable trust that helps and supports men with mental health issues and that raises awareness of that topic. Thirdly: Fitness, because it's such an important part of my life. I want to show how good moving can make you feel but I also want to show the risks of overdoing it and that even very fit people can still have body issues and how I deal with these issues myself."

"First of all I think the statement you want to post is great. It's so sincere and you open up so much... It's a risk because you expose yourself but I think people will appreciate your honesty and I'm sure many can identify with what you've been through. And your plans sound fantastic, Henry. I know how important these topics are to you and you're going to be a great ambassador for all of this because it's authentic. This is you, people will notice and appreciate that." She couldn't help but give him a spontaneous hug. "God, Henry, I'm so happy for you."

Henry let out a sigh and shrugged, looking at Kat with an expression full of doubt and insecurity.

"What do you think?"

He hugged her back, pulling her into a tight embrace. "That's such a relief, Kat. I was worried it might sound stupid."

"Not a bit! It sounds perfect. But what about work? Do you already know where to go with your job?"

He took a deep breath.

"Yes. I want to return to filming but I want to leave my comfort zone a bit and try to get different kinds of roles. I'll have to talk to my agent and hope that he can find some interesting projects for me. I also thought about going on the stage again. Back to the roots, maybe I will find a theater that is willing to give me a chance. But that's just an idea, I'm open to anything. I just know for sure that I love my job. I want to be an actor and I'm ready to work again."

"And you will work again. I'm sure. Are you going to tell your family about your plans?"

"Sure. It will be a great relief for them to see that I'm back on track."

"Of course. It's a relief for me too."

"I know…"

They were interrupted by the announcement that boarding was about to start and so they got on the plane, heading to Jersey with a pretty good feeling.

****

36 hours later Kat was still feeling pretty good. The garden party was in full swing and she really enjoyed the jolly atmosphere, the food, the drinks and most of all Henry's company. His family had given her a very warm welcome and so she had a very good time. The garden was beautifully decorated and lit by countless torches, candles and chinese lanterns. A local band was playing cover songs on a little stage and a clown was entertaining the children.

It was almost midnight when Henry turned to her with a smile.

"Time for the big surprise."

"Can't wait. You've been such a mystery-monger lately."

"I know, but you'll soon know why."

"Well, you want to surprise your mum. Isn't that the reason?" Kat was visibly confused and Henry gave her one of his perfectly imperfect winks.

"My mum and...you. Maybe?"

He went away with a grin and left Kat with a beating heart. What kind of surprise could he possibly have for her? On his mother's birthday? She smoothened out her plain black dress with a nervous gesture before she followed Henry with her eyes, her arms resting on the cocktail table right in front of the stage. When he grabbed the microphone, Kat assumed he wanted to hold a speech, maybe telling his family and friends about his future plans but when he turned to the band leader for a whispered exchange she knew there was more to it. Henry nodded at each of the band members and Kat could tell he was nervous by his body language.

"Hello everyone," his deep voice echoed through the speakers, "I'm sorry to interrupt, I know everyone is having a great time and don't worry, I'm not going to bore you with a speech, but I still have prepared a little something. A surprise."

He flashed a bright smile at his mother, ignoring the teasing cheers and whistles coming from his brothers.

"Mum, I racked my brain over a special present for weeks. What would make you happy? What would surprise you? Eventually I had this idea I knew you'd love but that really got me out of my comfort zone. I worked hard on it and I hope you and everybody else will like the result." Henry cleared his throat with a sheepish smile.

"Come on man, spill it." That was Henry's younger brother Charlie and Kat couldn't help but chuckle when his older brother Simon joined in.

"Yeah, Hen, the suspense is killing us."

Henry shook his head, laughing and Marianne Cavill shushed her sons with an amused smile.

"Okay, well... I'm going to sing for you."

"Oh please, spare us. You can't sing." Charlie again, he'd always been a cheeky guy and obviously he hadn't changed a bit. Henry laughed out loud, pointing his finger at Charles.

"Right, brother, that's why I took lessons. I spent many, many hours at our neighbour's who is a vocal coach. Kat is my witness."

All eyes turned on her now and she couldn't give them much more than a shrug, a nod and a smile to confirm his words. She wasn't able to say anything, but her mind was racing. He had been taking singing lessons with Mel, who had been a music teacher and vocal coach before her marriage. The revelation hit her hard and unexpected, flooding her with relief and a hint of shame. She had been so suspicious all this time without a reason. Nothing had been going on between Hen and Mel, nothing inappropriate, nothing intimate. He had been telling the truth.

Henry's voice interrupted her thoughts and she took a deep breath, turning her attention to what was happening on stage.

The band started to play and Kat immediately recognized the song, Green, Green Grass of Home, and when Henry began to sing she was completely captivated by his full, warm and dark voice. He did great up there and it didn't take people long to pull out lighters and smartphones to wave them in the air to the slow rhythm of the song, creating a sea of lights that illuminated the garden.

"Well...I better get started before I chicken out and change my mind." He nodded at the band with a grateful smile.

"We only had the chance to rehearse two times so please be lenient with me. Thanks guys for playing along and allowing me to take over... Anyway, I've prepared three songs. Enjoy."

Kat looked at Mrs Cavill, no, at Marianne -it still felt strange to call her by her first name- and she was beaming, tears of pride and joy sparkling in her eyes. Kat was incredibly happy and proud too, it just felt so good to see Henry perform, completely at ease with himself, confident and charming as ever.

The next song seemed to be some kind of family hymn. After only a few lines of Neil Diamond's Sweet Caroline everybody was singing along, even the kids, and Kat joined in, soaking up the jolly atmosphere and the good mood that was so infectious. Henry obviously had a great time too. He was smiling all over his face and it made Kat glad to see him so relaxed and happy. Before he began singing the last song, he spoke softly into the microphone.

"The next one is for everyone who's in love. Grab your loved ones and get on the dancefloor, it's time for slow-dancing", and after a little pause he added, "this one's for you, Kat."

I know that you've been hurt before

He looked her straight in the eyes and his words sent shivers down her spine. She noticed the curious glances people gave her and she knew she was blushing but she did her best to pretend to be cool, calm and collected, taking a sip of her red wine. When the music set in, Kat easily recognized the song. It was a slow version -Henry's version- of a Curtis Stigers song and she already loved it after the first few words. She knew the lyrics by heart and thinking about them awoke the butterflies in her belly.

Happy couples filled the dancefloor looking lovingly at each other, dancing slowly to the music. Henry's full voice was perfect for the song and he kept looking at Kat. Their eyes were locked and to her it felt like no one else was around, like Henry was singing just for her.

But that won't happen anymore, no no

Just give your heart to me

And I'll guard it with my life

I don't know what I'd do

Baby, without you

His words found their way right into her heart and for the first time in 22 years she felt ready to finally let go of the past, to completely trust him again, to believe him and to forgive him.

You're all that matters to me

The ground that you walk

The air that you breathe

Someday you'll discover

I don't want no other, believe me

You're all that matters, baby

All that matters to me

She realized that a teardrop was rolling down her cheek and she wiped it away hastily. Concern was showing in Henry's eyes when he saw that she was crying but the smile she gave him showed him it was a tear of joy and relief flooded him. He couldn't wait to finish the song now, couldn't wait to dance with Kat, to hold her in his arms.

Loud applause followed his performance, accompanied by calls for an encore that he declined politely with a shy smile. Henry made sure to tell the band to continue with some ballads and after receiving some very tight hugs and kisses from his extremely happy and proud mother he finally joined Kat at their table.

"Fancy a dance?" He offered her his hand with a charming smirk.

She nodded and took his hand, following him to the dance floor where he pulled her close. They swayed slowly to "You Are The Sunshine of my life" for a while without saying anything, content with just looking at each other, before Kat broke the silence.

"You were great up there."

"You liked it?"

"I loved it, Hen. You have a wonderful voice. Mel seems to be a good coach." Kat gave him a sheepish smile.

"Yeah, she is. Once she'd realized that I wasn't interested in more than singing lessons she was very professional and pretty strict."

Henry grinned at her, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise and I wanted you to trust me." He shrugged, giving her a tender smile.

"And I didn't. I let you down. I was such an idiot, Henry. I should have believed you, I am so sor…"

"No, Kitty, please... don't apologize, okay?" He looked at her with a frown, seriousness showing in his eyes. "You had every right to be mistrustful, I understand that. Just tell me that you think you will be able to trust me again some day."

"I already do. I…"

They bumped into another couple and it wasn't the first time. The dance floor was crowded and everyone was keen on congratulating Henry on his performance. It felt like every single party guest was watching them.

"Wanna leave?"

"Yes," Kat nodded with a smile.

****

"It's so peaceful, isn't it?"

"It is. It's beautiful." Kat squeezed Henry's hand before resting her head against his shoulder. They were walking down the beach along the dark shore, that was romantically enlightened by a bright full moon hand, in hand. The sea was calm, just giving off its soothing sounds and a cool breeze that made Kat shiver. Henry took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Thanks", Kat said with a smile, "not only for the jacket but for bringing me here and for this wonderful night."

"Did you enjoy the party?"

"Of course, it was so much fun and I loved your performance. Especially the third song."

Henry stopped walking and turned to her, taking both of her hands in his, looking her deep in the eyes.

"Every single word was true, Kat. I meant it. I'd never hurt you again. You're really all that matters to me. I know you find it hard to believe me, but…"

"I believe you," Kat cut in, "I felt it. I feel it now."

Henry stared at her. "You do?"

"Fuck, yes, I do!" Kat threw her head back, laughing out loud, feeling incredibly happy and light-hearted all of the sudden. "And I feel the same, Hen. Exactly the same."

She cupped his face with her hands and did what she had been longing to do for so long. She kissed him. It was a gentle kiss, almost shy and when Henry felt her mouth on his, her soft lips united with his, skin on skin, no tongue, just tenderness and love, he was beyond happy and savoured every single second.

When Kat pulled away reluctantly he rested his forehead against hers taking a deep breath.

"I feel like 17 again", he whispered.

Kat laughed softly at his words. "So do I. It feels great."

The next kiss started off just like the previous one, innocent and sweet, but when Henry pulled Kat close to deepen the kiss all the bottled-up sexual tension and energy, all the suppressed passion and desire of more than 20 years erupted and they started to make out hungrily, starving for love and intimacy. After a while things really heated up and Henry was the one to put the brakes on when Kat started to fumble with his fly.

"If you don't want me to take you right here we better take it to the bedroom, Kitty", Henry sighed, his voice thick with arousal and desire.

"Well, I've never done it on the beach…", Kat smirked, biting her lower lip.

"Seriously? Here?" Henry took a look around checking if the coast was clear.

"I was joking, Hen. I hate having sand in every pore." Kat nudged him with a grin. "Just take me home."

They made it to the cottage in record time and started to undress each other right in the little hallway, kissing and fumbling like teenagers. While Kat was unzipping Henry's trousers, he was unsuccessfully trying to open her bra.

"Front clasp, Hen", Kat explained to him breathlessly.

"Fuck", Henry chuckled, "I swear I'm not gonna be that clueless once I'll have you naked."

"Good," she answered with a lewd smile, stripping off her bra when he'd finally managed to open it, standing in front of him in just her panties.

"God, you're beautiful, Kitty." Henry let his eyes wander all over her body while stepping out of his pants. He took off his socks and now he was facing her naked too, except for his briefs.

"You don't look so bad yourself, pop."

She grabbed him by the hem of his underwear, pulling him close for another kiss. Kat gasped when he lifted her up effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist, feeling his hard-on pressing against her wet panties. She moaned into his mouth when he moved his hips, dry humping her teasingly. Henry carried Kat to his bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He stripped off her pants before he did the same with his and when they finally were both naked he climbed on top of her, looking her deep in the eyes, before kissing her again. It was a long, slow kiss and Kat let her fingers run over his back till they reached his butt. She squeezed his ass and pulled him close, sighing with lust when Henry started to kiss her tits and to suck her nipples. She reached between her legs and grabbed his dick that was pretty impressive, giving it a few strokes that made him moan loudly.

"Fuck, Kat...I need you…I need to feel you...now."

She brought the tip of his cock to her entrance, bucking her hips, inviting him in.

"Take me. I'm yours, Henry."

"Are you on birth control?"

"I am, don't worry. Just go for it. Please."

Her words weren't more than a hoarse whisper but Henry heard them crystal clear. He moaned again when he realized that it was finally going to happen. He was about to make love to Kat and it was like a dream come true. A hot, sexy, wet dream and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He penetrated Kat slowly, gently, enjoying the moment that marked the beginning of their first time.

"God, Hen…", Kat moaned softly as he stretched her pussy, kneading his ass and lifting her hips to meet him halfway, "you feel great."

"I love you, Henry," she whispered before she came with a loud moan. She arched her back and Henry felt the shiver that ran through her body and the contraction of her pussy that tightened around his cock. The feelings that flooded him were more than Henry could take and he cried her name out loud when he got off, releasing an enormous amount of cum and the thought of filling her up like this made him thrust into her cunt hard and deep one last time. "Fuck...Kitty." He collapsed on top of her, gasping and panting, holding her tight, pressing a kiss on her lips. Henry looked her in the eyes with a loving smile.

He started to move slowly once he filled her completely, looking her in the eyes. It was impossible to turn back time. He wasn't her first, she wasn't his first but he still intended to make their first time together feel special, he didn't want to fuck her mindless, he wanted to make tender love to her. He thrusted a little faster and deeper now and Kat followed his rhythm, her gaze resting on his face. They shared another sensual kiss, moving in sync for a wonderful long time, prolonging the intimate moment as much as possible, enjoying the sensation of closeness, their bodies and souls connected.

Henry's moans got louder, turning into raspy grunts which was a great turn on for Kat, who was a panting mess. Breathing heavily she was getting closer to cumming with every thrust that hit her cervix, with every stroke, brushing against her g-spot, with his lower body pressing and rubbing against her clit. She watched Henry, who had his head bent back now, eyes half closed, his upper body propped up on his elbows that were placed left and right of her torso. She wrapped her legs around him, making him go even deeper before she grabbed his head and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. They locked eyes and his gaze was full of tenderness, his pupils tinted black and filled with lust.

"I love you too, Kat."

A few minutes later they were lying side by side, holding hands, their faces turned to each other.

"We should have done that 22 years ago."

Henry grinned at Kat, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

"I doubt it would have been so good. Teenage Kat was very self-conscious and a little prude and I guess teenage Henry wasn't a pro at handling this weapon right from the start." Kat touched his dick and gave him a teasing wink that made Henry chuckle.

"Right. We've come a long way. It just feels like we've wasted so much time...all these years."

"We can't change that, Hen", Kat said, "but we can make the most of the time that's still to come. Let's just be happy together from now on. Let's spend as much time together as possible, let's have lots and lots of fucking great sex, let's have fun, let's share our joys and sorrows, let's share our lives."

****

Epilogue

Two years later.

Kat sat at her desk in her office with a happy smile on her face. Mr. Darcy was sleeping on her lap and she held a letter in her hands. Bringing it close to her nose she took a deep breath, smelling Henry's scent, his tangy, musky cologne. It was a habit they had established in the last years. Whenever Henry and Kat were separated for more than a few days they sent each other love letters. Handwritten in ink, the exclusive, handmade writing paper perfumed with their odours, the lines filled with their love. The letters usually weren't long, most of the time they shared just short poems or simply a few sentences about how their days had been without each other. It was their old fashioned way of showing their affection and of staying in touch in addition to their conversations via phone or facetime.

"A letter from daddy", Kat whispered, stroking her round belly tenderly. Eight weeks to go until they would welcome their first child and a little more than half a year until their wedding. "Let's see what it's saying."

Kat opened the letter carefully and pulled out the thick paper to unfold it.

"My darling Kitty,

Only three days to go until I finally can take you in my arms again. I can't wait to kiss your lips and your belly to greet you and our little bean. I don't have much time, you know how tight my schedule is, but I needed to write down this poem for you. It would make a great wedding vow, don't you think? Just read it and let me know how you feel about it when I'm back.

"Mouthful Of Forevers

I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.

Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book.

I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.

And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane."

Isn't it perfect for us?

by Clementine von Radics

I love you!

Forever yours,

Henry"

***********

The End

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bitchassbucky · 3 years

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Highway 63 (Almost-there 2K writing challenge)

On a dusty stretch of highway that connects two cities, a few aged establishments have made themselves part of the land. They say that some days you wouldn’t find anything but boarded-up buildings and old “Do Not Trespass” signs but there will be nights where people find themselves mingling with the patrons. You have to visit on a warm summer night, though. When the moon is shining and the air is light.

There, you would find a Bar that attracts all kinds of people—city folks, locals, people who wanted to disappear amongst the crowd of faces. The building reeks of cigarette smoke and cheap liquor and yet they see groups of people coming in and out, trying to grab a fix of their favorite sin.

Weary travelers often find themselves checking into the Motel, just a few hundred steps away from the infamous Bar. Some rooms are occupied, some things go bump in the night. It makes a decent stopover rather than sleeping in your car.

Patrons love to rave about the Diner near the Motel. The food tastes like home! they say. The booths are aged and yellow, the buzzing overhead lights are dusty and yet it feels familiar—even if it was your first time here.

Venturing further down the road, you’ll find a dilapidated barn. Nature is on its way reclaiming rotten wood posts and rickety doors. Rumors of ghost and unfriendly souls keeps the walls intact; the rusted tractor sits idle on the side.

If you’re lucky, you’ll find yourself driving down the stretch—catching glimpse of faces you’d never see again. The Motel would’ve had its no vacancy sign up, the Bar would be full of people dancing, the beats spilling onto the street. The Diner would’ve been serving pancakes, chicken, and waffles. Pass by the Barn, maybe you’ll see the vines crawling and waving onto the posts.

If you’re luckier, a postcard would be stuck on your windshield, “Welcome to Highway 63!” it would say. Would you take it as an invitation?

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Welcome to Bitchassbucky’s almost-there 2K writing challenge! With my blog turning 3 years old this June, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has been there since day one. I made lots of friends throughout the years, I even found a bunch of people that I would call my family too.

I’ve decided to take a little break from writing, just until I can find my traction again. Don’t worry, I will be coming back! Hopefully, a better writer.

Anyway, I just really want to thank you for the laughs, for the ugly cries, for the rage, for the keysmashes, and everything in between. You’re always in my heart.

Enough sentiments, let’s get down to business.

Guidelines:

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🟪 Send me an ask (with your @ if you’re on anon) with the prompt you’d like to take.

🟪 All stories should take place in the Bar, the Motel, the Diner, the Barn, or along the road. Welcome to Highway 63.

🟪 No minimum word count! If your entry goes beyond 500 words, please use the read more tool. All forms of content is welcome: moodboards, playlists, drabbles, one-shots, series, headcanons, etc. are counted as a valid entry.

🟪 To send an entry, mention me @bitchassbucky and @bitchassbucky-afterdark and use the Welcome to Highway 63 tag.

🟪 Marvel/MCU characters are very much preferred. Let me know if you want to write for another character.

🟪 Maximum of two people can take a prompt.

🟪 Warnings, warnings, warnings. Tag your fics appropriately. Dark (noncon, dubcon, etc.) fics are very much welcomed, just tag it. No cross-tagging too.

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Prompts under the cut!

Song prompts

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring

Bad To The Bone by George Thorogood

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

Girls on Film by Duran Duran ( @belladonnabarnes )

Highway to Hell by AC/DC

Precious Love by James Morrison

Sugar for the Pill by Slowdive

Everybody Talks by Neon Trees ( @blackberrybucky for Bucky)

The Boy from NYC by The Ad Libs

Knock On Wood by Amii Stewart

How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) by Marvin Gaye ( @buckyblues for Bucky)

MONTERO (Call Me By My Name) by Lil Nas X

Streets by Doja Cat (@luxeavenger)

Tokyo Love Hotel by Rina Sawayama

Lover Boy by Phum Viphurit

Nobody by Mitski

Take Me To Church by MILCK

Curious by Hayley Kiyoko

Line prompts

"Are you sure we're supposed to be here?" // "Are we even allowed in here?" ( @vibraniumqueen for Bucky)

"The GPS fucked up, didn't it?" ( @phant0m-queen for Bucky) ( @uncensored-steve-the-platypus for Steve)

"Drive slower!"

"Not bad [name], not bad."

"Can you shut the fuck up for just one second?!" ( @whoth3hellisbucky for Bucky)

"What did you do?"

"You don't deserve to know me like this."

"Oh, fuck."

"Do you want any advice?" / "If it's from you, then no."

"If you're reading this, I'm dead." ( @buckycuddlebuddy for Bucky)

"Close your eyes, I wanna surprise you." ( @lokiscollar for Bucky) (@drysdale-barnes for Bucky)

"What are you doing here?" / "What are YOU doing HERE?"

"Are you following me?"

"I'm gonna need a drink." (@fuckandfluff for Bucky)

"Keep walking. Just keep walking."

"Hey, I think I saw something back there."

"Come with me!"

"Hand me the car jack."

"We're in Bumfuck, Middle of Nowhere, what do you think?!"

Trope and AU prompts

Biker AU (very on-the-nose, eh?) ( @mxsamwilson for Bucky) ( @thefallenbibliophilequote for a series)

Rom-com AU

College AU ( @babyboibucky for College!Bucky)

Vacation/road trip AU

Band AU ( @hey-its-grey )

Mob/Gang/Criminals AU ( @buckycuddlebuddy for Bucky) ( @xbuchananbarnes for Sam)

Spies AU

Stalker AU

Dystopian AU

Fuck buddies/friends-with-benefits trope ( @whoth3hellisbucky for Bucky)

Found family trope

Mutual pining trope

Idiot x Dumbass trope ( @vibraniumqueen for Bucky)

Amnesia trope

Unreciprocated feelings trope ( @buckyblues for Bucky)

Lovers-to-friends trope

Friends-to-lovers trope

Enjoy yourself and I’ll see you around.

#bitchassbucky's almost there 2k writing challenge #welcome to highway 63 #writing challenge #writing prompts

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vicsdeangelis · 2 years

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Thank you for your tags about reader insert fics (and I'm sorry if I wasn't supposed to read it!) Because i'm with you. I have a friend who hates reader inserts fics and ranted about them - they say it's weird and wrong - which makes me feel shit bc thats what I write and it gives me comfort ajf pleasure and it's lit the reason I write but then this same friend goes on and writes fic that ships two real life people with wives and families and while I do read the fics and enjoy the pairing, I always feel like it's a bit ick? Like itself disrespectful to the people irl and their families? Idk but anyway thanks for saying what you said and I'm sorry if absolutely none of this makes sense💖

nah, don't worry, if people weren't supposed to read it i would have deleted it immediately after making the post. i just wrote it in the tags instead of making an actual post about it because i didn't want it to be reblogged

also sorry this took so long to answer. i decided to turn off my phone for a while and ended up binging the queen's gambit. great show. and yes, i know i'm late to it lmao

like, okay, i don't really care about people who ship real people together. that's always gonna happen, it is what it is. i'm just completely against it when people start harassing the "pairing" and their significant others because of it, that's where i draw the line. but like, what's the difference here? why does it become a sin, a crime against morality, when you decide to write down a fantasy starring yourself? like, people are gonna have thoughts about other people, whether they are sexual or romantic, and it's such a common, normal thing, but when you put it into words people decide that you're crazy, you're a fucking weirdo, you need treatment (all things i have actually seen being said about rpf)

it's not like i, or any other people i know who write rpf for that matter, make graphic sexual comments on the person's social media. that is an actual problem, because that's sexual harassment. you're going out of you're way to make the person see your explicit thoughts. or when the person outright says that fanfiction about them makes them uncomfortable, which i would respect because i don't want to make people upset or uncomfortable. in the specific case of måneskin, none of them ever talked about fanfiction (or they did at least once, but i don't know where, and if i remember correctly it was about them being shipped with each other, and not reader insert fanfiction, and they were chill with it. at least victoria was). i'm not making comments about how much i wanna fuck them in the comments of their insta posts, i'm not harassing any of their girlfriends (in fact, giorgia, call me!), i'm just in my own little space, living vicariously through reader insert fanfiction because truth be told, i don't have a lot going on in my life in the romance and sexual department. and by "not a lot" i mean completely and absolutely nothing, ever, in my 25 years on this godforsaken planet. so what if i want to get a little taste of it? what the fuck is so wrong with it?

and reader insert fanfiction has done more for me in regards to owning my sexuality (not in a queer way, cuz i've known i was bi since i was 14, but in a, like, being comfortable with my sexual thoughts and desires way, y'know?) and being more comfortable living inside my own body than any person, any movement, any cheerful post about Everyone Is Beautiful has ever, ever done. i still have a really fucking long way to go when it comes to loving myself, but there was a time in my life that the mere thought of touching myself disgusted me. like my body didn't deserve pleasure because of what i looked like. and those fics helped me. imagining myself being desired, being wanted, reading about it, it helped me overcome something In Real Life. so i'm literally not harming anyone as far as i'm aware, and it actually benefits me, so why am i the crazy one? why am i the gross one? i already live in enough shame in my day to day life, this is the one fucking thing i have, and the internet morality police wants to take that away from me. fuck me i guess, huh?

it doesn't matter if people "don't understand it", that's fine. my problem is when people are actively hostile about it. it's like, i'm not safe to be myself even in my only safe space. it's really heartbreaking for me, i take it very personally, because one of my biggest issues is being mocked. i know what that feels like, and i still live in that mindset of SHAME SHAME SHAME. BE ASHAMED OF WHO YOU ARE, WHAT YOU LIKE, WHAT YOU DO. SHAME SHAME SHAME. and that's what i feel like when i see that shit, i feel like i'm being mocked, like i should sink further into shame, and it just fucking sucks

anyways, sorry for the rant, idk if any of it made sense 😬

#ask

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oonessawness · 3 years

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Hi. Gonna post this so I can block ?? the person who sent it but.

Rant under the cut ig 🙄🤙❗

I have made it abundantly clear that I do not WANT rpf people on my blog. I don't want them to interact,I don't want them to think my content or my blogs contents is for them. I have said how I am anti rpf. It makes me genuinely uncomfortable,it's not something I want to see. The fact that you guys have been shown to break these boundaries just goes to show you really do not care about the people who you're treating like dolls. Mark and other content creators are Real Human Beings. They aren't your characters who you can headcanon things about and draw romantic or sexual situations about. Even if it's Not romantic or sexual it's still WEIRD to pretend like these people with lives are yours to control?? This is the kind of thing that pushes people away from their fan bases. [Ex: Dan and Phil. Everyone was treating them like their uwu soft gay beans and if you watched Dan's video on coming out he expresses how that shit just made him uncomfortable.Or the whole septiplier thing. Yall create rifts between creators !] It's obsessive,rude and weird to pretend like these are just people who you can put into scenarios? It's not alright. It's not okay. I get it,I've said this before,people are young sometimes and make mistakes. But if you KNOW what you're doing is wrong,and you continue to do it. It's still wrong? Even if you have your "own space" it's still WRONG. I am not at all saying you or anyone deserves death threats or hate or whatever for it. That's wrong too. But you need to realize you are explicitly crossing boundaries. Would you walk up to literally anyone on the street and go "Hey I ship you and your best friend. Sometimes I write fanfiction about you in scenarios and sometimes I headcanon that you do [x] thing." Thats fucking. Weird? Don't do that ? Oh my gods??

Whatever. My main point is that I shouldn't be surprised you overstepped my boundaries and preferences and interacted with me!!! I get I can't control what kind of people interact with me all the time but you're supposed to have some common fucking courtesy. Like sorry you've been harassed man,no one deserves that. But it's a two way street. You respect my boundaries and the other boundaries of REAL LIFE HUMANS. And maybe you won't have to fret over being on anon????? Again,in no way am I saying you deserve that shit,because trust me I have received shit for being against it, but you still have to realize why what you're doing is wrong !

Idk .! Just don't interact with me. Don't! I could've worded this better but I really don't have much else to say besides I'm just trying to vibe out in this community and have fun. Not worry about fucking. Rpf people lol!

#oooo im rambling so much im just rlly tired and not up for this rn !#anti rpf #ask.txt #anon.txt #discourse #people get anonymity online and then think its okay to be weird.#ok to rb.??#learn some boundaries and respect people.thanks.#gonna go eat some crackers now

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vacancy90 · 3 years

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Oops, looks like events occurred that caused me to write a continuation of this:

This one is a bit angstier than the first one. Also, I want to stress that these are obviously fictional thoughts of fictional characters. ✌

Fallin' (Adrenaline) (Halvor/Marius)

"You know that no matter what you're gonna say now, it can only be wrong?"

"I wasn't planning on saying anything," Marius lies.

"No?"

"I can, though, if you want to?"

Marius has a ton of things he could say. He's been trying to sort out his thoughts after yesterday's performance ever since. Not his own performance, but Halvor's. He knows it's stupid but what if it's really his fault that Halvor can't fully focus on his jumps? What if it's his fault that the world cup leader has a lapse in capacity just now at the freaking World Championships? They shouldn't have kissed last week, should they? But then again, it was Halvor who came looking for him... Marius would have never told him about his crush, but he somehow managed to worry his older teammate so technically it WAS his fault.

"No, please, just… Can we just hang out?"

Thank God Halvor saved him from starting to ramble.

"I'd love to." Marius smiles encouragingly.

Halvor reaches for his hand, gives it a little squeeze and then pulls him into the room and onto the bed.

***

"I'm so sorry I disappointed you again," Halvor states out of the blue in the middle of an episode of the series they're watching.

No, no, no, this is complete nonsense! Halvor is human and not a goddamn machine - hell no - and more than any other person in the world Halvor himself needs to be reminded of that. He's always so hard on himself, his own expectations so high. Marius sees it as his duty - as a friend or whatever else they might be for each other now - to remind him of that fact. He did incredibly well in all trials, in the quali, in the second round yesterday and today. It were the first two jumps yesterday and today that went a little differently than the others. So what? Marius remembers his earlier thoughts and wants to strangle himself for having them.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Marius sits up, looking at the other man. "You didn't disappoint anyone! This was a team effort. Stop being so hard on yourself and start enjoying the silver medal."

But that's the thing. Halvor doesn't do silver. He does gold or nothing this season.

"See, I let the team down." Sulking, Halvor moans and turns away.

Marius doesn't know his teammate like that and he absolutely hates seeing him like that. Maybe he's being unfair now, everyone says things they don't mean when emotions are running high, but-

Marius shoots a furious yet concerned look at the man next to him who's still facing away, rolled into his blanket, looking like a burrito.

"Oh, come on! Really? You told me not to wreck my head about you. Now I'm asking you to stop wrecking your head. Please! I know it's an easy phrase to say, but don't let unknown, stupid people's opinions get to you! You know better than that. We all do. You are vice world champion, man!" Marius, who is usually a calm soul, now seriously feels like screaming and punching something because of the absurdity of the situation. Too much tension has built up during the past days, too many things they should probably talk about are held back, and then some nameless and faceless people have the audacity to disturb them even more.

A sensation, up to now unfamiliar in relation with Halvor, strikes Marius. "I really wanna smack you! And not in the sexy naughty kind of way, but in the 'stop talking bs' kind of way!"

There's a moment of silence, then the unexpected outburst causes Halvor to genuinely laugh out loud.

"You know, I was thinking about asking you to pretend we didn't kiss in Rasnov and go back to how things were before," he informs, then turns around again, a smug smile adorning his face. "But now I really wanna find out about that 'sexy naughty kind of smack' you mentioned."

Marius inevitably blushes. Initially confused, he ignores the first part of Halvor's revelation, then sports a smirk. "Good. Does that mean you're going to stop talking crap now?"

"I'm not talking crap, I'm just saying that-"

The mischief promising dimples are making an appearance and Marius really must interrupt Halvor now.

"How about we stop talking all together? I recall you saying something about just hanging out."

"You're right. Let's just-" Halvor flings himself at Marius's slender body and gathers him in his arms. "Is this ok?"

"More than ok."

They will talk later.

Halvor is still waiting for the day's adrenaline to ebb out. Lying here, limbs tangled together, feeling the comforting warmth of each other, is soothing Halvor's agitated soul, but at the same time not one bit calming his racing heart. Marius's presence does things to him and he can't wait to explore where this is gonna lead them once the season is over. Once they can allow themselves to concentrate on something other than competing.

"Hey, Linus?" Halvor smiles to himself at what he's about to say.

"Yeah?"

"You're the kind of person I wanna bake cookies for."

"What?" Marius chuckles as he feels the grip around his waist tighten.

"And they're gonna be so good!"

#ski jumping #fanfiction #my writing #halvor egner granerud #marius lindvik #team norway #yes i'm ignoring the fact that they are NOT ALLOWED TO GO INTO EACH OTHER'S ROOMS

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