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Write while tired, they said.

It will help your productivity, they said.

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touch | seb stan one shot

pairing: reader x co-star!seb

warnings: big fat fluff, anxiety, slow burn but NOT because it’s a one shot after all, romantic cheesy CRAP

a\n: started out as a headcanon, so it’s written in a weirdly casual way (for the most part). just a heads up! Also let me know what you think!!! Feel 100% free

Another note: I HATE it when writers don’t put an ‘under the cut’ link and i’ve already done that twice so im sorry!!!! Last time promise

You and seb have been acquaintances for a couple of years, met each other in a broadway production you both starred in, you were never super close. Just distant friends. After a while of not seeing him you two get to play in a second rendition of the show due to popular demand or something like that and you become friends again.

And as time goes by, with each rehearsal he suddenly sees something in you. Suddenly he realises his feelings for you. He looks at you and realises you’re more than a fair woman, you’re beautiful. The flaws that used to make you an average in his blind eyes now make you exactly what he sees as the ideal. Utter perfection.

But… Sebastian keeps it on the down low because he’s kind of embarrassed about all of that, as one would be.

His embarrassment mostly comes from him believing that you’re out of his league. I mean he knows he looks decent, more or less. But as for his personality, he never thought of himself as macho or suave and you’re ex was all that, so Seb doesn’t have the courage to make a move.

But listen to that; there are certain things that he just can’t control. Little small tiny hiccups. 

Like, by example, when you two are rehearsing he’ll come wearing this, gorgeous, gorgeous, mens perfume that smells like heaven for all those attracted to the male species. And it’s most definitely on purpose.

One time, you two rehearse a Kiss ™, and out of nowhere, he takes his time. Just slightly more. And instead of looking into your eyes afterwards and holding you firmly as the once director directed, he looks down and blushes and just holds one of your hands ever so lightly. But it’s the lightness that gets you to really feel it. Surprisingly, or not, just your fingers brushing against each other has so much more impact than a firm grip of the body. God.

In the mornings he starts to bring you coffee. And he did that the first time you were working together, but now it’s Starbucks. You’re favourite brew -  alongside these great dutch waffles they have. 

He lives nowhere near a Starbucks.

And when all the actors are sitting down for some wine drinking and lighthearted conversations, he tries to sit as close to you as possible. If there’s a spot right next to you, it’s a jackpot. It really is.

So then, he sits next to you on the sofa and your knees keep brushing. He looks at them and then at you - back and forth. You’re unbothered, invested instead in the conversation with your co-star across the room.

So he stays as is. 

On another similar occasion he even puts his arm behind you. not to get your attention or to let you know he’s flirting, God no! Simply because he likes to be close to you and feel your body warmth on him. The moment you’d notice, he would move his arm and apologise, as he rehearsed in his mind.

You laugh and sit back on his arm. He doesn’t pull it away, he’s afraid to do any sharp movements - if he’s afraid to touch you - it’s a signal he wants to, isn’t it? All those thoughts get his mind spinning and he’s super anxious and he hates himself for that. He didn’t do anything dramatic, nothing too risky, and he’s already sweaty. And you can kinda sense it. 

You look back and he swallows his spit and blushes. “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”, and he wants to say all is well. more than well. That you’re beautiful and smell nice and he’s lucky to feel you against him. But you lean forward and return to your chattering, not before flashing a lazy and ingenuine smile. But he’ll take it!!

One time, he gets a facetime call from his mum as you two are waiting for rehearsal to start. Something inside him (most likely the something that considers you to be one of the focal points of his life at moment - his heart) tells him to introduce you two. You and his mother.

So after turning the camera to the green room to show Georgetta the place he was spending most his time at, he turns it back and then to his side, to you. To unbothered, distracted, nonchalant, cool, beautiful, funny, dreamy you.

You say hello. You say hello and then giggle a bit. And that little insecure fuck takes it as a “that was really weird of you” giggle. So he turns the phone to his other side and introduces his mum to a “stage-crew-assistant-person-kinda” while he’s sowing together a few bold coloured garmets, and then goes, “So yah… we’re all good friends here!”, and his mind goes full on survival mode and starts looking for a way out of the situation.

One day… You two finish late. You tell him in a casual manner that you’re going home by foot. The little idiot says, “Great, goodnight!”, with an appropriate idiot smile, so you start walking away.

But the minute you step outside the venue, his calls your name and asks if you want him to walk you. It’s the bravest he’s ever been near you, and your oblivious ass goes haha sure weird flex but ok ! :-).

At the first 3 minutes you two are kinda silent, which is awkward for the both of you - but so so so much more for him. It’s painful.

But then, you start talking about the hot weather outside and that leads to talking about how much you love winter and miss it. And your descriptions of the cold weather send Sebastian back to his childhood so much it makes his nostrils expand because he can almost smell the rain.

The conversation suddenly gets deep. Without him even trying, which makes him excited. It reconfirms his now strong feelings for your cuteass.

He tells you about winter in romania which leads to his escaping from communism story which leads to talking about the human condition and the meaning of life. And it’s wonderful and he’s not that scared anymore, it’s like talking to his best friend.

Before you know it it’s 4AM and you’ve been sitting on your buildings stairs for about 2 hours. You frankly wanna end the conversation because you have a long day tomorrow but he talks so freely and he’s never been like that with you before —he opens up and it shouldn’t ever be interrupted, it being such a rare thing to occur. So you listen carefully and start to notice;

The way his lips move is to be put in a museum of modern art. He is so invested in the story so his hands move magestically to further convey it, and they’re big and manly and he looks so handsome, you feel like you just met him. Your hearts literally flutters and you hope he never finishes the story because when it’s your turn to speak, you’ll have nothing to say but hello, nice to meet you.

And—“Wow,” you think, “What was that?”. Now your mind is racing.

You aren’t aware of his own loving and anxious thoughts so you do everything you can to surpress your own.

You both are surprised by that time. You’re surprised by the fact that this beautiful man with the great deal of talent and an even greater deal of sex appeal agrees to stay in your presence for so long.

He is surprised by the exact same thing. This treasure of a woman sitting beside him and listening to him. Not to mention, he’s surprised by himself, feeling comfortable to talk for so long!

All of a sudden he’s aware of how much talking he’s been doing and he stops. “-I’ve been talking for so long. Oh god, sorry.”

He reaches to put his hand on your own (which rests on your thigh) as he says the word “Sorry”. But his body stops him and he only puts it on her knee.

Then again, it’s also so painfully intimate. A mistake. His mind says go back but he doesn’t. He freezes.

The sun starts to rise as the street clock says 4:55, and you see him now much clearer. You smile at Sebastian while a person that works for the city in cleaning its streets walks past you two.

Your hand was now voluntarily resting on his.

He finishes swiping some leaves away and looks at you two, and, with an incredibly apologising look, asks to get up because he should swipe off some dirt and dust of off the stairs you’ve been on for 2 hours.

You do so and look away while he does his craft so you don’t make him uncomfortable by staring at him. Sebastian has such great manners, you think to yourself. But it wasn’t manners—it was a pure heart—you’ll find later in life.

The elderly man turns around and thanks you two for your patience. He rarely encountered something like that in the streets of New York.

“You two are charming. Have a good morning.”

Sebastian nods to him in thanks and the man walks away. No words needed to be exchanged now in order for you to figure the situation out. No words needed. The sun was now high enough to light the street up and you saw everything so very clear - the both of you.

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me, andrea, feels attacked.

Omg I almost fucking passed out

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@ my last writing piece

spent my easter afternoon giving bucky wings what even is my life

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when i say that natasha and bucky deserve the world i mean that they truly deserve the entire world and everything in it.

(i just got an entire stack of bucky comics so we already know what i’m going to be doing now.)

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sorry for no recent updates!! i’ve been going through a lot of mental health situations that i need to get sorted out before i feel like i’m able to write, but i hope you all understand that i’m trying my very hardest to get things out sooner rather than later! ❤️

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Natasha deserves a trilogy.

This isn't about sexism and marvel prioritizing male heroes, although that is an aspect, a big one.

Natasha's backstory is without a shred of doubt the most interesting of all the original 6 Avengers. The sleek, ruthlessness of the Red Room, the psychological torture of the training, the potential to include Yelena and the Winter Soldier, Natasha being secretly older than she looks and the associated trauma from the Red Room is horrifyingly fascinating.

Listen I adore Tony, Thor and Steve. I really do. And I love their trilogies. But we've see their origin stories many times throughout cinematic history. Now, Marvel has absolutely done them better, and evolved to produce superhero art like CATWS, Ragnarok and Iron Man, but we've yet to see a cinematic version of Nat's story done to the level that Marvel is capable of producing. I'm talking a high budget, a talented crew, and worldwide marketing. This is a rare opportunity to get a female story of surviving the worst of childhoods to the big screen.

I've seen the fish out of water story, the "weak" man with a heart of gold, and the arrogant reckless man who finds his place and develops to become a hero. And yes we've seen female spy stories. But not in this type of universe nor with the aspects the Black Widow movie can have. This is a very special opportunity.

Natasha is largely beloved. She has some people who don't care (though this is because of Scarlett) but there isn't a mob of people who despise her like Captain Marvel. Natasha has also been shrouded in mystery for YEARS, so many people are excited to finally learn about her.

For the life of me I can't understand why Marvel would only give her 1 movie that's rumoured to just be passing the torch.

It was a mistake to kill Natasha. A stupid mistake. Her arc as presented in the MCU wasn't about redemption, it was about found family. But she was killed because she is disposable compared to Clint, and for shock value.

Natasha and Scarlett truly had the potential to carry a trilogy after Endgame, and Marvel's lack of faith in her and her character shows to this day with these movie rumours.

I hope she gets a movie about HER. And I hope she gets a trilogy, because her past is rich enough to be told in 3 movies.

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Sebastian’s hands appriciation post!!! 💜

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not to to be dramatic or anything but my uterus is currently being stabbed multiple times over the span of 6 days and i can’t help but wish for CA:tws!Bucky to just come and shoot me in the face to end it all

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did you know that you’re literally the absolutely sweetest???? i just woke up and did not expect to be absolutely moved to TeARs

Salvation - Part One

So here is my small addition to the perfect writing challenge that @thefvcker-tucker created for her amazing mile marker in hitting 500 followers! I really really hope this plays out well, and remember if you all enjoyed please don’t forget to leave feedback and, most importantly, spread some love to the lovely person who created this Supernatural - themed challenge in the first place!

Pairing: Angel!Bucky x SingleMom!Reader

Prompt: “If I am your salvation, you are mine.” Warnings: Mentions of attempted suicide and drinking, along with a lot of reference towards religion; any of all which is mentioned is also never meant to be insulting or rude in any way, for it is the thought of a fictional character attempting to make sense of their own world :)

SALVATION SERIES MASTERLIST

Not proofread, so please ignore any mistakes in the following!

*gif not my own and imagery found by the poster @nemfrog*

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Salvation - Part One

So here is my small addition to the perfect writing challenge that @thefvcker-tucker created for her amazing mile marker in hitting 500 followers! I really really hope this plays out well, and remember if you all enjoyed please don’t forget to leave feedback and, most importantly, spread some love to the lovely person who created this Supernatural - themed challenge in the first place!

Pairing: Angel!Bucky x SingleMom!Reader

Prompt: “If I am your salvation, you are mine.” Warnings: Mentions of attempted suicide and drinking, along with a lot of reference towards religion; any of all which is mentioned is also never meant to be insulting or rude in any way, for it is the thought of a fictional character attempting to make sense of their own world :)

SALVATION SERIES MASTERLIST

Not proofread, so please ignore any mistakes in the following!

*gif not my own and imagery found by the poster @nemfrog*

     I have never been the kind of person to believe in God, even when life seemed to get the better of me and things seemed to be going to up and holy shit. No, for me, there was never a ‘man upstairs’ that helped with the little things or set my life and destiny out for me by giving commandments to live by and roles to fill. But, especially, there were no little angels with glorious voices and fluffy, feathery wings to match their golden, floating halos. The only angel and saving grace that I needed in my life was currently seated in the back seat of my car, happily sucking on one thumb while her free hand gripped tightly to the ratty old bear that she had found at the local Goodwill when we had stopped by earlier in the year. She was the only thing that I needed to keep me sane. Not some long-haired, holy and righteous man that claimed my life in his hands in return for my own faith and unrequited love.

     It may seem random enough to go on a sudden tangent about religion and the limits of my own belief when it came down to it, but it all wouldn’t have even happened if that stupid man wouldn’t have cornered me in the street while I was attempting to carry my little darling Judith into the car from the local daycare she stays in while I work, flinging papers into my face and saying things along the line of “Do you deserve to be saved?” or “What miracles has our Father given you?” before I had time to even realize what in the hell was going on and why such a man was screaming in my face in the first place. By the time I reached the car, Judith was wide awake and undoubtedly not going back to sleep anytime soon and I was about fed up with the people in this damn city that I was just tempted to keep on driving past our apartment and just take both me and Judith to my parents house for the weekend, if only just to catch a small, well-deserved break.

     But, instead, I heaved a large sigh and shifted the gear so that the car now hummed in ‘Park’, resting my forehead against the steering wheel if only to relieve just some of the pressure that was beginning to build in the space behind my eyes.

     “Is something wrong, Mommy?” A pause, before the little angel in the back of the car continues. “Are you upset because I sleeped at daycare when you told me not to? I promise I never do it again! Please don’t be sad.”

     I couldn’t help it. If anything, my very own daughter was kind of like my own kryptonite. With her gapped front teeth, curly hair, eyes that could make anyone turn into a puddle of goo and her inability to yet realize that ‘sleeped’ and ‘slept’ were not one and the same just made everything seemed the slightest bit lighter on my shoulders. So when the corners of my lips turned just the slightest bit upwards and the tension in my spine started to dissipate, I raised my head up from the steering wheel and shifted so that I was looking back at her, the smile still lingering on my face.

     “I’m not upset, Angel,” I promise, watching as the pout on her face slowly morphs into a large, toothy grin as she giggles and squirms in her car seat, removing her thumb from her mouth so that it could be seen as brightly as she wanted it to be. “Mommy’s just a little bit stressed, but how about we go inside and get you to bed?”

      In almost little to no time, the engine was shut off and I had the small girl in the safety of my arms as she clutched tightly to my neck with one hand and gripped the old bear in her other as if it were her lifeline. Haphazardly, I jam my only free hand into the pocket of my jacket and take out the keys to the apartment building itself, for since it was past eleven p.m. there was nobody there to let me inside, as per usual. But, just as the key itself made its way into its place inside the lock, Judith’s giggly voice in my ear catches my attention.

      “Mommy! Mommy! Look at the pretty man over there! He gots wings - is he a angel?”

      On instinct, my grip on her tightens just in the slightest as I turn with furrowed brows, one hand still placed on the now unlocked doorknob as my eyes dart every-which-way around us. Of course, I didn’t actually believe that my darling little girl saw a man with wings, but it wasn’t like her to have imaginary friends that went past her stuffed animal companions and picture books that littered her room. But now, as I gazed around us, it almost seemed as if Judith was, indeed, making up the simple fact of a man’s existence, wings or no wings. For there was nobody but us standing in the large expanse of street and sidewalk that we stood on and only the distant sound of something fluttering in the nonexistent wind of that summer night that truly kept the both of us company.

     “You missed him, Mommy! He flew away. But I promise he was there! He stand over there with big black wings and-”

     “Hush now, love. Let’s go to bed now. I have a big day tomorrow and you wanna keep me company, don’t you?”

     “Yes, Mommy.”

      With Judith tucked in and sound asleep (after a big battle on whether or not she could sleep with me for the night) while I consume a couple (four) glasses of wine to help settle the war going on in my own head, it was easy to say that I was already fed up with the new day that was to come, and it wasn’t even two in the morning yet. It was hard to tell whether or not the fact that I had the day off of work tomorrow was a miracle hidden within a nightmare, for the mere reason entirely that I could even earn this day free from any annoying customers claiming that I got their order wrong from the beginning of the day or any of the drunken men that came in to the bar that I worked inside of during the night as my second job would be because a stupid, meaningless Doctor’s appointment. Even now, as I gazed down at the seemingly endless pile of bills that sat atop the coffee table in front of the couch that I currently sat on, it almost seemed to echo in my mind just how dumb I was for believing that this Doctor’s appointment would be any different than the last.

     For, after all, who could possibly cure a poor woman without the proper funds to even put her daughter before herself, much less her own health, when she was slowly but surely going blind? It sounded like a nutcase. I was a nutcase for even believing the Doctors when they claimed to want to keep seeing me every time something new arrived instead of believing the obvious fact: I was slowly but surely going into a heavy debt that I just wasn’t going to be able to pull myself out of. All for some stupid pair of eyes that just couldn’t seem to work correctly.

     Without even thinking about it, I down the last few drops of what was left of the fifth glass of wine in my hand, scrunching my nose and wiping what lingered around my mouth with the back of my hand before setting down the glass object on top of the bills that read a lot of numbers with way too many digits than I favored. I felt lame as I pushed myself back to lay across the expanse of the couch, pressing my back against its cushions and tucking my legs underneath my body so that I could lay comfortably enough to ease just a little bit of the weight from my shoulders and back. This time, I didn’t have Judith to keep me from getting too in my head, just as it had been once before and reminding me all too much of the troubled times I had driven myself through when she wasn’t even alive to stop me from doing so. After all, she was my saving grace, forever and always, even if she didn’t know it. And if my sight was what it meant to make me a good enough Mother for her to have, then so be it. No matter the cost.

     “God,” My voice was breathy as I sighed, feeling lame for even saying the words but continuing nonetheless as my eyelids fluttered closed against the exhaustion that lingered inside of my bones. “Whoever you are, or whoever’s even listening to me right now while I slowly go crazy, I’m begging you to hear me out for a second. Just for a second.”

     I paused, for the air around me had grown thick with something that I couldn’t place, almost as if I were truly tricking myself into believing that somebody else other than myself was in the room with me, listening intently to the sound of my words as they slipped from my mouth. But still, I kept my eyes tightly sealed in fear of scaring away the feeling altogether. For even if it was a trick of my brain, it almost felt like it was what I needed at that very moment. The feeling of someone finally listening.

      “I don’t know how to be the perfect mother for the little angel that’s sleeping right now, but what I do know is that I so desperately want to be. So please, if there’s anything, anything at all that you can do to make sure that she grows up with all the happiness and love that she could ever need and so much more, with or without my sight, I desperately need to see it soon. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to-”

     With that sentence, my voice broke, separated by the tears that slowly began to drip down my cheeks, staining the fabric of the couch underneath my head with its salty remnants. There was nothing left for me to say, even if I did have the entire world of words flowing through my head as I let my cry, tucking my face deeper into the pillow.

     And it wasn’t until I finally fell asleep that night did the feeling of company disappear, easily pushing away the darkness of normal loneliness that had I grown so used to in the many nights of slumber and filling my dreams with the remnants of blue eyes and dark emerald and jade feathers that blended in so perfectly with the darkness of the night.

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aaaaa okay thank youuu 🥰

i don’t know if i’m doing this right but if i aM i’ll be proud of myself how about angel! bucky with “If i am your salvation then you are mine?” tEll mE iF iM doiNg thiS wROng acK

you’re so cuTE OMG you did it right (but honestly me, hosting a writing challenge for the first time!) the prompt is ALL YOURS and i’m sorry did you say ????? angel!bucky ???? so soft, so pure, so perfect! i look forward to reading it!

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congrats on 500!!! ❤️❤️❤️

the freaky500 writing challenge!

my first real follower goal has always been 500, and now i’ve reached that! thank you so much to everyone who pressed that little button and made my day or night. it honestly makes me so happy to get notifications on my phone that i’ve gained new followers. i’ve never hosted a writing challenge before, but it looked like a heck of a lot of fun, so here we are.

host: doll (thefvcker-tucker) theme: freaky 500 aka supernatural, preternatural aus for marvel characters/their actors’ expanded filmography deadline for entries: october 25, 2019

                      g u i d e l i n e s for participating ;;

you don’t have to follow me, but i sure as heck wouldn’t stop you, either.

please reblog this post/signal boost it!

an ask is the only way you can know for certain that the prompt you want is yours. please include your prompt, species, and the character/s you will be writing for.

two writers per entry, prompt, please! however many people want to write for what creature is completely fine since it’s the prompt that matters, but i would love to see more than just vampires and werewolves! 

you can write for anyone in the marvel universes, or alternate characters the actors have portrayed outside of marvel. 

reader insert, ocs, or ships are allowed as long as they do not contain: non-fiction (the actors as themselves), incest, romantic/sexual relationships, or situations with underage characters.

since this is a supernatural themed challenge, the fic must be au, however, you are free to write angst, fluff, smut, romance, friendship, whatever genre you’d like! if it is a multi-part fic, please have a masterlist available & tag me in it!

don’t forget to tag me in your entries, the author’s note or summary is a good place! and use the tag #FREAKY500WC.

please give me at least 12 hours to like your work, 24 to reblog it. after that, feel free to crowd my inbox or ims in case i missed it!

my askbox is always open for any questions, comments, or concerns regarding this challenge.

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