#ben cumberbatch fic

[chelleztjs18]

The Scene (E.O)

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!ActressReader ; Rachel McAdams, Benedict Cumberbatch (Platonic)

Summary: Something unexpected happened while you were filming a movie with Lizzie which leads more things out of it.

Warning: None. Just some fluff.

A/n: Hello! I'm back. This fic is from two request that I combined together. This is a made up Kamar Taj scene is being filmed with Rachel McAdams and Benedict Cumberbatch in it. I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies in the scene and golden globes part. Happy reading!

Here are the requests for this fic:

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What’s better than playing a superhero role in the movie industry? Well, nothing can top the joy and the fun of filming in one of the Marvel movies with your beloved wife, Elizabeth Olsen. You and Lizzie have been married for five months now. It was a very small intimate wedding with family and close friends, just like how you and Lizzie wanted. There was no media nor paparazzi craziness. Both of you try to keep your relationships for two years and the wedding under the radar to enjoy and cherish each other more privately in between busy schedules.

“You did a great job, Lizzie. I can’t believe that you did that scene in one shot. That was pretty hard to do with all the wires and stuff.” Benedict compliments her as he takes a seat next to her, taking a break.

“Aww thanks, Ben. I was actually nervous. You know me with heights, never a fan of it.” Lizzie lets out her little laugh.

“Oh yeah, I see what you mean. They pull you up pretty high.I bet it can be uncomfortable sometimes, especially with your Scarlet Witch costume right now.” The Wizard cast responds.

“Sometimes but I love this costume. So, I won’t complain.” She laughs again after trying to let out a joke.

Lizzie and Benedict have a great time talking for a little while until she sees something that makes her stomach turn. Anger thundered through her. Her heart aches and she crumbles inside. All emotions mix up in a split second. Lizzie stands up furiously. She can’t believe what she just saw. Seeing Rachel kiss your lips and you don’t even do anything to avoid it, makes her want to get to you right away.

“Liz? Are you okay?” The British man asks confusedly after taking notice of Lizzie's displeased facial expression.

“Yeah. Excuse me. I’ll be right back.” That was all Lizzie said shortly before she rushed her steps with her full Wanda’s costume and barged into the set where you and Rachel are.

“What’s going on here?” Lizzie asks in such anger. You and Rachel look at Lizzie in surprise that neither of you say anything for a few seconds.

The silence from the both of you upset Lizzie even more. Her glossy hurtful eyes look at you in disappointment as she continues telling you how she feels in gritted teeth slowly walking closer to you and Rachel. “After everything we’ve been through, this is what I get in return? Was it a game for you? And to think I would go through the ends of the world for you. Just explain to me why?!” she demands. Her voice gets shaky.

Rachel slowly moves to get to behind you, trying not to get involved between you and Lizzie. Noticing what Rachel is doing, you naturally take a stand in front of her. You were about to tackle everything she said but she didn’t let you. “How could you do this to me?” She added as she spread her palms then clenched them to fists with fury.

Then all of sudden, a familiar voice struck Lizzie’s attention. “Cut! That surprisingly fits perfectly!”

Lizzie quickly turns her head to where the voice came from. She came to realize what was actually going on. She looks at you, Rachel and surroundings. The filming crews are looking at the three of you. Sam, the director smiles satisfiedly.

Her cheeks slowly turn crimson. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I–I–I didn’t know that you were filming a scene. Oh my gosh.” She covers her face with her hands for a few seconds and then uncover it. She tries to laugh her embarrassment off. Her cheeks feel warmer from blushing.

“It’s okay but yes, love. I was filming a scene with Rachel.” You replied.

“I’m sorry, Lizzie. It was totally a professional kiss.” Rachel explains in a light joking tone to make your wife feel better.

“No. No, you are totally fine. I’m sorry. I-I just didn’t know that there’s a kissing scene.” Everybody in the room heard what she just said in awe.

“Yes, babe. I told you about it the other night, remember?” you explain yourself as you grab both of her hands to give her the reassurance and comfort she needs. Lizzie tries to recall. “Oooohh yeah. Gosh, I was probably distracted when I was cooking dinner. So embarass–”

You and Lizzie notice that Sam came to talk.

“I’m so sorry, Sam. I totally forgot that there was a kissing scene and I got—” Lizzie awkwardly apologizes but Sam finishes her sentence.

“Jealous? First of all, it was cute. Second of all, it was a brilliant spontaneous scene! I love it. You should see your facial expression on the whole thing.”

“Oh yeah, I could see that, Sam. I thought the Scarlet Witch existed for real for that whole minute.” you joke more as you gently squeeze her hand as your way to let her know that you are with her to comfort her.

“Yeah, but I apologize for ruining the scene.”

“Oh no, you didn’t at all, Lizzie. As a matter of fact, I will change the script and we will use it in the movie. We just need to add some visual effects in it and it’s good to go.” Sam lays out his idea and plan in a thrill.

Hearing his plan, Lizzie’s face slowly shows some relief. “Oh, uh– wow. Okay.” The four of you laugh. “Okay, then. Let’s take a lunch break and we’ll continue in an hour?” Sam announced.

Everybody walks away to take their break but you grab Lizzie’s hand before she turns around. “Feel better, babe?” you try to make sure.

“It was so embarrassing but yes, I feel better.” She smiles then laughs.

“No, I meant that the kiss was just one of the scenes.”

“Uh-y-yes.” She admits and covers her face once again. You pull her hands away and look at her lovingly.

“I would never do that to you nor hurt you like that. I’m all yours I love you.” You kiss her forehead then look at her again.

“Aw. I love you too, y/n. Thank you.”

“You were cute and sexy at the same time when you get jealous though.” You tease her and both of you laugh.

“Oh yeah? Well, you better watch out.” She teases you back.

“Oh, really?” your lips form a teasing smirk. She playfully hits your arm and rolls her eyes.

“You are silly. Let’s go have lunch babe. I’m hungry after all that jealousy I felt.” she grabs your hand and walks with you.

“You are cute.” you follow where Lizzie leads you.

_____

It has been two weeks since the latest Marvel movie came out. It was a hit. People love you and Lizzie in it. You are happy with how positive the public's reaction was. There was a rumor going around that Lizzie improvised on the jealous Scarlet Witch scene after your character kisses Rachel’s. Neither you, Lizzie nor other casts know how the words spread. Lizzie is happy with the fact that people love your acting in the movies. That’s all that matters to her.

Today, you, Lizzie, Rachel and Benedict are invited to the Jimmy Fallon show to talk about the viral movie. Before you got to the location, both you and Lizzie had a talk and decided to be ready if Jimmy asked about your love life. You both think it’s time to let the cats out of the bag about your relationship.

“Welcome everybody! Wow, I feel so safe right now with some of the Marvel superheroes around us.” said the host followed by the cheer and applause from the thrilled audiences.

“Thank you for having us, Jimmy. So good to be back here.” Lizzie expresses her gratitude from where she sits next to the beautiful older actress, Rachel. You adore her beauty from the seat across from her as the dark haired actor next to you chimes in.

Everything went well and it was really fun for everybody. All the casts get their questions.The studio is filled with laughter and excitement.

“Okay, Y/n Y/LN. It’s your turn right now for questions.” Jimmy slightly turns his head to you.

“Oh lord.” you joke as you pretend to look nervous. The audiences and Jimmy laugh at your antics. “I love your character. You have a cool super power in it and as you know a lot of fans are simping your character with the one and only Scarlet Witch.” The crowd can’t hold back themselves with such thrill as soon as Jimmy mentioned the both of you.

You hear Lizzie’s lovely laugh and you glanced at her to see her smile.

“Ah yes, yes. I heard about it.” you respond as you shift the way you sit a little and smile.

“Let’s just go straight to everybody’s favorite scene after you kiss Rachel’s character.” Benedict and Rachel playfully do a hand gesture as if they are locking their mouth. Rachel even throws the imaginary key of the lock to you.

“What? What is it? Are we missing something?” puzzled with what he just saw, Jimmy asked. His gaze bouncing back and forth between the four of you.

“Oh no. Nothing. Nothing.” Benedict denies the question and laughs. Jimmy then looks at Rachel, hoping he will get an answer and Rachel pretends jokingly to look around with a smile.

“Ah, I see. We’ll get back to you two later.” Jimmy adds.

“So, back to you, Y/n.” Jimmy looks at you and with that he interviews you some questions regarding the movie. Three questions and some jokes later, you thought he was done asking you but you were wrong.

“As the newcomer in MCU, fans are dying to know about your current love —” Jimmy was interrupted by the cheering women fans in the studio. He smiles as he slightly lifts up his hand asking for some silence to continue.

You laugh as your cheek blush and you tap your hands gently multiple times on your thighs nervously. You and Lizzie knew sooner or later that this question would come.

“Are you seeing someone now?”

“As in dating or hallucinating?” Once more you joke around and everybody instantly laughs.

“Good one. Good one. Nice try on stalling to answer the question.” Jimmy responds humorously in between laughs.

You sneaked another quick glance to Lizzie then looked at Jimmy. “Well, I’m taken, married actually.” you finally answered and you subtly show the wedding ring on your ring finger and awkwardly laugh.

“Wait.. Wait.. Wait.. What?? When did this all happen? Last time you were here, you were single.” Jimmy exclaimed.

“Yes I was but now I’m happily married.” The audiences are in awe with your answer.

“Okay, okay. Congratulations! Wow. What an exciting surprise. Is your husband from the movie industry as well?” Jimmy asks curiously.

“Wife.” You corrected it with an excited smile. Surely, Jimmy looks surprised yet excited for you. A huge cloud of curiosity flows over Jimmy and all of the audiences instantly.

“Awww! Who is this lucky woman?” Jimmy asks and shortly after people start to chant “Who is she? Who is she?”

The four of you laugh. Rachel and Benedict try to keep their expression that they know the truth. Nobody notices that Lizzie looks at you and gives you a subtle small wink and you take that as your cue that it’s time to let people know.

“Okay. Okay. My wife is a very lovely woman. She is the sweetest so I’m the lucky one. We have been friends since the first time I came to this industry. She helps me and teaches what she knows in acting.”

“Oh?! So she is an actress?” Jimmy tries harder to dig more.

“Yes she is. Lizzie and I have been married for five months now.” In a split second, everybody in their seats cheers, applauses and goes crazy.

“Oh my god! I knew it! I knew it!” Jimmy exclaimed with a huge smile, raising his fists as if he just won a jackpot.

A few minutes later silence slowly covers up the cheerings.

“Okay, since the tea has been spilled, Lizzie, let’s switch seats so you can sit next to your wife.” Benedict stands up and gives up his seat to Lizzie. Everybody looks at you and Lizzie in awe as soon as she sits next to you and holds your hands.

Jimmy quickly connects the dots and asks one unexpected question.

“Wait, so does it mean that the improvised jealous Scarlet Witch was actually real?” An image of the scene shows up on the giant screen as Jimmy’s hand points at it. “I meant Wanda’s expression looks so real that I can even feel it when I watch it. Were you really jealous, Elizabeth?” he continues.

“Uh oh.” Benedict's short remark lures some laugh from you and Lizzie.

“Tell him, Lizzie.” Rachel joins in jokingly.

Lizzie laughs awkwardly, blush creeps up on her cheeks. “Oh my gosh. This was embarrassing. So, in my defense, I didn’t know— well actually I forgot that there was a kissing scene between Y/n and Rachel. I was just taking a break and chilling with Benedict then I saw them kissing, I didn’t know they were filming. So yeah and then that happened. Eeeeend scene.” Lizzie explained.

Jimmy lets out a pretend gasp and looks at Benedicts. “Why didn’t you stop her?” Everybody laughs.

“Oh I was just so puzzled because she just suddenly stood up, excused herself and told me she would be right back. I tried to stop her, I wish I had the time stone with me at that time.” The  dark haired man responded with some laughs.

“Rachel, you were hiding behind Y/n’s back.” Jimmy examines the giant picture.

“Yes, yes I was. To be honest, I was so bamboozled and my mind tried to think if Lizzie was really mad with me because I don’t want her to be mad at me or if it was just Wanda’s part in the scene. My mind starts to question in those short minutes if Wanda will push me with her wiggly woo in it because I have all the wire around me and I wasn’t ready if they were gonna do a sudden pull on me with them.” Rachel smiles at Lizzie and you.

Jimmy nods at Rachel’s answer then looks at you. “I was as confused as Rachel was but I tried to calm her down because I knew it was all a misunderstanding. Lizzie never really shows jealousy but I’m not gonna lie she actually looked so cute and adorable.”  You look at her in adoration and rub your thumb in the back of her hand. Lizzie gives you a smile back.

“Wow, I never knew behind that iconic scene was actually a funny moment. So Sam, the director, decided to use that scene for the movie?” Jimmy lets out his thoughts.

“Yes, he did.” Another shy laugh followed Lizzie’s answer. With that, the show continues with a little more questions and everything goes well.

You and Lizzie are happy with people’s positive reaction at the show about your relationship until some comments you read on social media a few days after.

_____

You and Lizzie are having a relaxing week before the Golden Globe award event this weekend. You are sitting in the backyard scrolling on the internet while Lizzie is doing her gardening vlog.

“Hi babe. What you doin’ there?” Lizzie asks as she grabs a glass of iced tea you made for her and sits next to you once she is done with her plants.

“Oh nothing. Jimmy’s show that we were in is up on the channel and internet. So I was just reading people’s comments.” you answer while your gaze is glued to the screen of your tablet.

“Oh? I hope they are all good comments?” she responds after a sip. “Hm yeah, they are.” you mindlessly answer but she notices your facial expression. You squint a little as you read more. Your eyebrow knitting together and your lips pressing in a straight line without even realizing it.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Lizzie’s tone sounds a little concerned.

“Ah nothing to be worried about, Liz. Some people are just funny with their comments and really need to find something else to do.” your hand did an air quote on the word funny and you laughed.

“What did you mean? What comment? Let me see.” Lizzie's curiosity takes over and she opens her palm, waiting for you to hand her the tablet.

“Just promise me, don’t worry about the comments and ignore them, okay, love. They really don’t bother me.” you subtly demand shortly before you let her read them.

“I can’t believe that Lizzie married Y/n Y/L/N. I hope it was just a lie.”

“Y/n is a new actress, she probably just wanted fame from being with Lizzie.”

“I think this whole thing was a skit to gain more fans attention, she probably lied about being married to Lizzie.”

“Even though IF it was true that they are married, she just uses Lizzie as her ride to fame. I’m sure as soon as she gets enough fame or movies, Y/n will leave her.”

The more she reads the comments, the more upset she looks. “I’m not happy with this, Y/n. We gotta do something about this.”

“No, I don’t think we have to do anything about it. I’m sure the comments will soon be old news and people will forget about it. I don’t really care what people say about me, Lizzie.” you express your point of view.

“I do. I will do something about it.”

“Wait, what are you going to do?”

“We’ll see. Don’t worry, darling. Everything is under control.” She kisses your cheeks and smiles, not giving you any clue what’s on her mind. You try to shrug it off and not to worry about it.

Few days later, there are more comments, both positive and negative about you and Lizzie’s. There are even videos in the media from the influencers or fans talking about them and going viral.

_____

Today is the Golden Globe award day. It’s the first big event since you got married. After hours of getting ready, you and Lizzie finally arrived at the venue. As soon as both of you got out of the car and walked to the red carpet spot, fans went all hyped up and so did the paparazzi and the media. You and Lizzie sometimes stop to sign some autographs.

You hear a bunch of voices calling Lizzie’s and your name. It’s your and Lizzie’s turn to be on the red carpet, camera flashes start to show up from every direction. Lizzie holds your hand as she poses with a smile and her eyes look at the camera.

The photographers caught some cute moments of you and Lizzie smiling at each other with the look of love.

Suddenly, Lizzie pulls you closer to her and kisses you on the lips to show the world how much she loves you and how happily married she is to you. She wanted to show all the internet trolls who said bad things about you to just mind their own business.

After the kiss, Lizzie smiles and says “I love you.” and without a doubt you say it back to her and it all caught on camera.

At the end of the red carpet, Lavern Cox is already waiting for you two to come and interview you.

“Oh my god, here comes the newlywed. One of the IT couples. Hi you guys. Both of you look amazing tonight!” She greets you and Lizzie.

“Hello, Lavern. Thank you. So glad to see you again.” you replied after you and Lizzie gave her friendly kiss on the cheeks.

“Me too, Y/n! Congratulations on the wedding! You both make a perfect couple and Lizzie, that kiss just now, I was in awe when I saw it. That was a pretty strong statement you made after things went viral about you two.” Lavern said shortly before she directed her microphone to Lizzie and you to respond.

You start with an awkward laugh. “I really didn’t expect the kiss, Lizzie always surprises me with her lovely and sweet gesture. I really appreciate her ways of showing her love and I’m really proud to show up as her wife tonight.” You can’t hold back a smile as soon as you are done saying your part and Lizzie takes her turn. Lizzie’s eyes are drinking the view of your smile in awe.

“Nice to see you again, Lavern. Thank you. It’s always nice to see our friends here and I think tonight is the perfect time for us to openly come out as being married to each other. I thank all the fans for their support and I would also like to tell some of the people who spread bad words or lies about Y/n to just leave her alone. We are happily married, we love each other sincerely. Y/n has been a great partner for me and she loves me for who I am. She could be famous even without me because she is a very talented actress and amazing person.” Her gentle smile looks totally opposite from her subtle firm tone as she expresses her thoughts towards the end of her statement.

“I couldn’t agree more with you, Lizzie. Wow, I love you so much for standing up for Y/n.” Lavern compliments her and continues with a few more questions about the outfits you and Lizzie wear tonight before the usher leads the two of you to the ballroom.

After having a little small talk with the others on the table, you gently hold Lizzie’s hand under the table and whisper to her “Thank you so much for standing up for me. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Lizzie’s gaze gently locks on yours and she replies with a loving smile. “Of course, babe. Like I said, everything is under control.” she gives you a quick peck on your lips then tonight’s host starts the event.

Everybody had a great time. At the end of the night, the crowd cheers even more positively as you and Lizzie walk out.

A/n: Welp, that's all from me for today, peeps! I hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Follow me for more and see you in next!

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[martinsharmony]

In defense of RP Shipping and RP Fiction

I don’t normally come out and give my opinion on things like this so plainly about such controversial things. I tend to shy away from confrontational writing such as this. However this idea has been brewing in my mind for some time now so I had to write it.

I am a Real Person Shipper.

I’m seeing people talk a lot more about RP shipping (and the hate towards it) since David Tennant and Michael Sheen appeared smiling at each other in a photo after David's appearance in Macbeth.

RP Shipping is not a choice.

When I caught the shipping bug, it hit me like lightning. It occurred to me one night as I lay in bed next to the husband with which I had a deteriorating relationship: “are there stories about Dave Gahan and Martin Gore…being together??”

Dave Gahan/Martin Gore (Gahore) are in Depeche Mode. They were my 1st ship as an adult. You can read about it here. Obviously Depeche Mode is a band so there is no fictional narrative anywhere to follow. I quickly learned that RP shipping was taboo. However in my shipping community we all shipped the band so I was more or less insulated from it.

I dove in headfirst. I literally couldn’t not do it. It was something my brain needed. Sure I could have forced myself to not go look for it because of some kind of moral (?) imperative which I wasn’t even aware of at the time, but even if I stopped myself, that would not stop my brain from wanting it. Making up stories and scenarios. Finding evidence in videos, songs, interviews, etc. I shipped these two people because of what I had observed between them.

I saw love. So did my shipping friends. We all saw it. I needed to experience it. My life lacked it.

My next RP ship was Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch (FreeBatch). First I fell in love with Sherlock and John, obviously. But then as I started to follow the fandom, I started noticing the same things that others noticed. My brain just went there. I literally had no choice. It’s not as if I could tell my brain “don’t do that”. It would not listen. You can’t tell a starving person to not think about food. In fact telling them that probably makes it worse.

In my personal life, I had been through a breakup with the man I dated after I got divorced, and then I began dating a woman for the 1st time. I really started to relate what I was seeing on the screen and reading on Tumblr and in fic to my own life. I was starting to process my own bisexuality. I started to notice things about Martin and Ben that other people were noticing too. Shipping them helped me navigate that time in my life because I saw myself in it. I related to it. But it wasn't a choice. My brain just went there. Maybe I was Baader-Meinhoffing but even if I was, that doesn’t mean it’s something I didn’t need to explore, work out in my mind, and discover.

Shennant (Michael Sheen and David Tennant) is my 3rd RP ship. Yes I fell in love with Aziraphale and Crowley of course, but again, as I started to follow the fandom and David’s and Michael’s careers specifically, watching interviews, watching Staged, etc, I started noticing the same thing that many others noticed. I literally couldn’t help it. My brain, again, just went there. Also in Staged of course, they play themselves. I have to say that my RP Shipping really took off after I watched them in that. They play themselves. Their actual partners are in it. If one were to write Staged fic, is that not RPF? Where is the line between what is supposed to be okay and what is not?

Again, with this ship, I had big things going on in my personal life. Dad passed away almost a year and a half ago, and now I'm taking care of my elderly mom long distance. It's a huge emotional burden. I'm not dating anyone right now mostly because of that but also because I was in a poly relationship with the male half of a het married couple (longtime friends of mine) that ended extraordinarily painfully (so this was V or chain-style poly not group-sex poly). Since then I've been alone for more than 2 years. I'm still getting over it.

The love I see between Michael and David feels unconditional. I see adoration. If they are indeed in a healthy poly relationship, my god, how on earth did they do that? Even while navigating fame? It’s certainly a lot more difficult than my own situation. I can explore it: What kind of person feels safe to me the way I believe David feels safe with Michael? What kind of relationship can withstand the kind of obstacles they (and I) might face? What would have had to actually happened for them to be as happy as they seem to be? What discussions were had? What agreements were reached? How does one do this the right way? What does that tell me about my own relationship and what went wrong? What should have happened?

This is, in its most academic sense, a tool for my brain to heal and to discover what kind of a relationship I want. And my brain knows it. That’s why it ships. My heart doesn’t know that. It just knows I love seeing them happy together. This is the magnet that drew me.

RP Shipping helps us to work shit out in our personal lives.

I bought Spark edited by Atlin Merrick recently. One of the essays by Angela Nauss, LMFT (Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist) really stood out to me is titled Sympathy for the Devil: Attachment Theory and FanFiction.

The article is about fanfiction authors, however I would extrapolate this to include readers and RP Shippers as well. RP Shippers are authors of narratives in their own mind, even if they are not always written down.

From the book:

“Fanfiction authors process attachment wounds using fictional characters as proxies…to process and understand the origin of the problems encountered during adolescence.”

“Some authors write fanfiction to humanize uncomfortable aspects of their identity, grieve and repair damaged relationships, and process attachment wounds…by exploring how the character would behave in adaptive relationships.”

“Fanfiction authors project their unconscious trauma onto the characters.”

“The characters gain insight into their behavior and no longer feel responsible for their childhood attachment wounds. Through their writing, the author incorporates repressed trauma and attachment wounds into their conscious experience and achieves catharsis.”

“Writing fanfiction is a valid form of therapeutic self-exploration.”

I’ve been in therapy for several years, In fact the poly relationship I was in is why I seeked out therapy in the 1st place. I know that shipping these people, exploring aspects of that, is helping me to heal attachment wounds and the trauma caused by past relationships.

As part of my healing from this poly relationship I was in, I intend to write a meta and/or a fic about David and Michael. I know it will aid in my healing. I may or may not post it.

Also, even Shakespeare wrote RPF.

I’m seeing people say that we RP Shippers are terrible, immoral, disgusting, gross people and that we want David and Michael to leave their partners. That we want to break up their families. Let me be clear that I want nothing of the sort.

There are people out there that want to "protect" them from this “immorality” by shaming us, berating us, calling us names. Even sending certain blogs directly to Georgia and Anna! This is the exact opposite of what actions like this are actually doing. This does not protect them from harm. It creates it.

There is no such thing as thought crime.

Not only is it impossible for me to choose not to ship these people, but I also get the sense that even thinking about it is supposed to be wrong. That it makes me an immoral person.

Something I keep seeing is that people are so upset that we RP Shippers are doing this. Like, why don’t we just, stop. Just look at all the other appropriate characters that are out there to ship! Or just never start in the first place. As if this was a choice we are making to consciously ship real people.

When shippers ship a couple, do they choose that couple consciously? Do they say, hmm, I'm going to ship X person and Y person because it's...logical? Or for whatever consciously thought of reason? I'm going to go out on a limb and speak for mostly all shippers and say no. Shippers ship because we see something in those 2 characters that we are drawn to like magnets, for whatever reason. Real People included. If you're on Tumblr for a fandom and read fic, you know what I'm talking about.

Male/Male relationships is a fetish, or a kink, for me. And by extension, RPS/RPF as well. I do enjoy thinking about what might be the "reality" behind the curtain that we are shown as part of their public personas. This is part of the ingredients to this fetish, or kink, for me.

Kink is defined by Wikipedia as “the use of non-conventional sexual practices, concepts or fantasies. The term derives from the idea of a “bend” (a “kink”) in one’s sexual behaviour, to contrast such behaviour with “straight” or “vanilla” sexual mores and proclivities. It is thus a colloquial term for non-normative sexual behaviour.”

A fetish is defined by Wikipedia as referring “to any sexually arousing stimuli, not all of which meet the medical criteria for fetishism. This broader usage of fetish covers parts or features of the body (including obesity and body modifications), objects, situations and activities (such as smoking or BDSM).”

Generally, modern sexual health thinking seems to say “So long as your fetish doesn’t get in the way of your own well-being, the safety of others, and your partners participate enthusiastically, there is nothing wrong with it.”

It seems to be another taboo to claim gay (or bi/pansexual) men as a fetish, or a kink. There are some who claim that it’s objectifying the very real experiences of gay men. I struggle with this because I can't deny that I enjoy it but I also don't want to hurt anyone.

I am not a gay man. I will never be a gay man. I am a cis bisexual woman. I can never know what that experience is like. This is, in essence, the core of the fantasy. It can feel as good and perfect and romantic and loving as I want it to be because I don’t have the parts or experience to know it first hand. Therefore I've come to the conclusion that my thoughts in my head and anything I write down in a safe space does not hurt anyone. For me personally, it’s a way to disconnect from myself. People enjoy fic for all sorts of reasons. I shouldn’t have to prove that my reasons are "wholesome" to be allowed to enjoy it.

I don’t enjoy reading het fiction for reasons I won’t go into, however they are probably not individual to just me alone. Hoards of women like me also enjoy the same thing.

So yeah. To the surprise of absolutely no one, thinking about Michael and David, or Martin and Ben, or Dave and Martin, or men in general, kissing or having sex or a romance with each other – turns me on. That leads me to state the following:

Anti-RP Shipping and Anti-RP Fiction is kink shaming.

When I say "Anti", I'm referring to those who loudly object to it. Not those who (thankfully) say "that's not for me" and move on. Just like I would with say, Omegaverse.

Because my interpretation of these real people is in reality, “fiction” in my own head, then by definition all RP Shipping is RP Fiction. It cannot be reality because I don’t know them. Therefore any stories, speculation, comments, analysis, conclusions, art, etc, IS ALL FICTION.

Real people are characters to your brain.

Obviously I don’t know them personally, so anything that I were to believe or create in my head about them is by definition, fiction. My brain makes it up according to what I’ve seen, read, heard, observed and drew conclusions from. This creates a fictional reality for my brain to consume. It can’t be reality because I don’t know them.

Wikipedia says RPF writers are “building a fictional universe based on the supposed real-life histories of their idols. Information from interviews, documentaries, music videos, and other publicity sources are assimilated into the stories. It is also very popular to write fiction about celebrity couples. Communities of writers build collective archetypes based on the celebrities' public personas".

I would never, under any circumstances, present any RPS/RPF questions, stories, insinuations, or even mention it at all directly to the actors/musicians/personalities or their partners or even anyone associated with them. I would be beyond embarrassed to do so. Even though Michael himself seems to be accepting of it, I would never present it to him. Never. (I mean it’s not like I could really anyway but still).

I believe that 99.9% of RP Shippers would do the same. It’s the .01% that have done so (and unscrupulous “journalists” looking to shock by asking questions/showing them the RPF, and those people claiming to prevent harm by sending it directly to them “for legal action” or tattletale “look at what these terrible people are doing” and blaming the RP shippers for creating it – wow talk about projection) -that make a bad name for us all. Showing it to them and asking them about it IS a choice.

If RP Shipping is not a choice, a way to work out personal mental health issues, is fictional by definition, and a non-pathological aid to sexual excitement that hurts no one if it is contained within safe spaces such as fic sites and Tumblr, then what exactly is the harm?

Tumblr is a safe space.

Why is there such vitriol against RP Shipping and RPF? You claim to be protecting the actors or people in question, but by raising your voices so loudly in various ways, you are harming the very person you claim to be protecting. I think you have to ask what it is within yourself that makes you so aggressively hate this? Why can't we just say "that's not for me" and move on?

Don't we on Tumblr and on AO3 celebrate non-mainstream ideas such as this? Or if not celebrate, at least live and let live. The fact is that Tumblr is supposed to be a safe space. I should feel safe speaking my mind here. I know quite a few RP shippers follow me so I don't feel completely alone, but I don't feel entirely safe posting this.

My morality is not yours to police.

I strongly doubt I’ll be changing anyone’s mind with this. If you’re Anti RP shipping and Anti RPF you’re probably going to stay that way.

Don’t like, don’t read.

You can unfollow, block people, block tags, filter tags on AO3...any number of things. Think of it like a trigger. Just please don't spew hate.

[violivs]

NMTDaily: And So It Begins

- Beatrice’s first vlog! What an opening line, I love it lol. I remembered the hand wave on “hello, people of the Internet” having a wider arc across the screen than it actually does, funny enough! Glad I didn’t specify the wide wave when I referenced this line in MARRIED, the fic I posted on the 25th.

- “I’m not too old for Halloween”, girl after my own heart!

- Always thought it was interesting that Bea’s mother is American. I wonder how/why they decided that. It’s the kind of super specific detail that makes Bea feel so real, because who would make that up? It’s also interesting that it means Bea and Ben’s families are both somewhat international. Another parallel for them, another thing they have in common.

- I bet the Aunties’ wedding was the cutest thing ever, imagine Hero and Leo standing up with them! That’s probably the last time all of the Dukes were together before the story starts.

- I’m surprised Bea’s parents moved because her dad got a promotion. I would have assumed her mom did, because we get the impression of her as the high-powered businesswoman. But good for Bea’s dad. Is it canon that he’s a university professor? (Promotion = tenure?) Or did I make that up for fanfic and/or confuse him with Ben’s parents being professors in canon? Listening for that. Maybe Bea’s dad was actually also a business person all along and that’s how her parents met. Who knows.

- Bea says Australia like I say Indiana, lol (no hate to anyone from Indiana though! Just another of those inborn rivalries with the neighbor, like the Oz/NZ one.)

- “A great science program” I forgot Bea was a science person!

- I always loved the set decoration in this room, I remember it’s Hero’s room, and it’s so artsy and cozy and pretty. Love the wall art.

- “Leo and I are in charge of the house for the next six months” Excuse me, does this series really only take place over six months? Well, it ends in the first week of November, so that’s seven full months. I think it felt like it lasted a whole year when it was airing though. Time slowed down during a certain arc for sure.

- “in-joke with myself!” Classic. I kind of love that the text on screen saying “good one Beatrice” is Bea talking to herself again in-world, but out-of-world it’s kind of the Candle Wasters talking, interacting both with their own main character and with the audience. Meta.

- “Sorry my life is so boring” are like, THE famous last words for an LIW protagonist. Honey, you got a big storm coming!

- I was always so incredibly impressed with Beatrice’s independence, her comfort with leaving her parents and essentially being on her own before she even finished high school. I was alone in a college dorm hours away from home when I first watched this, second semester of freshman year if I’m not mistaken, and I could barely believe I’d managed it. I couldn’t imagine doing that any earlier than I had. I thought she was so brave and cool. I think Bea actually shows more hesitation and nervousness than I realized she did in this episode, both because she’s not used to vlogging yet and because being in a new place is nerve-wracking, but I still think she’s so brave.

- It’s so interesting that in a reversal of the play, it’s our Beatrice who comes from away to Messina to start the story, instead of Benedick and the other men returning from war. Of course, we’ll see how the boys’ arrival on the scene is modernized soon enough!

- Harriett does such a great job making you care about Bea and like her right from the start. You just want to keep listening to her talk. I can’t wait to do just that over the next seven months.

- The Benedict Cumberbatch crush is a stroke of genius, but what are the odds that there happens to be a super famous guy named Benedict that you can reference who is at peak relevance in the exact year your MAAN modernization premieres? Truly, this series as it exists could only have happened in 2014. It was the perfect time and the perfect people. What luck.

- Oh, this is the wider arc hand wave I was remembering! It’s just at the end of the video and not the beginning. Funny!

- Covering the camera with her hand and ducking out of frame at the end of her first video is a direct parallel to what Bea and Hero do in their final NMTD video, sliding out of frame and all. Love that.

- I can’t believe how much there is to talk about even with these early episodes. These posts are gonna get so long they’ll have to go under a cut for the later episodes!

💖🦩🥭

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Eventual Sex, Sherlolly - Freeform, mollock, Sherlock the Linguist Summary:

Set Post Sherrinford, Molly discovers that she has a thing for Sherlock speaking foreign languages and when Sherlock realises he decides to use it for his own ends.

SO EXCITED!!! @mrsmcrieff is at it again!!! Can't wait to see how this goes. 

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So how is everyone doing?

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Watch "Sherlock | Knocking on Heaven's Door (for Sim Mallec)" on YouTube

@mrsmcrieff for the beauty that is TLD Sherlock

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FYI Fanfic Authors

I may not have read every fic out there, but I can tell you with utmost certainty I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE!!!

Thank you kindly,

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My #1 post of 2022

Agent Carter is my absolute favorite Marvel property. Hayley Atwell makes my heart sing.

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She Wore Gardenias In Her Hair - chapter one

a Stephen Strange x Female Reader fan fic

summary: It's an historic day for Stephen Strange, and those that know him best. His wedding day. It must've taken a very special woman to capture the heart of this Master of the Mystic Arts--let's see if the day turns out as romantic as his fiancee is hoping for. And if this once very confirmed bachelor finds the sort of happiness he'd never dared to dream could someday be his.

characters: Stephen Strange, Female Reader/Y/N, Wong, Cloak of Levitation, more to follow in future chapters

genre: pure, unadulterated romance

rating: general...for now 😉

word count: 2.6k

Stephen hadn’t gotten quite the full night’s rest that he’d been hoping for. Well before midnight, he’d seen you to the door of the suite your parents and sisters had taken for the holiday weekend and had lingered as long as he could before kissing you goodnight--tasting your sweetness one last time before the vows to come, which would change both your lives forever. Then he had opted to walk several blocks downtown towards Bleecker Street, just to take the time to reflect upon the momentous step he was about to take. One which Stephen had never imagined actually taking place, either in his old or new life. But one he knew now was as wonderfully inevitable as the fate that had brought him to Kamar-Taj--a broken man who, by virtue of his once unbearable misfortune, had discovered that his true vocation was unselfish service to humanity. Well worth the price of the loss of both his hands’ utility as a surgeon par excellence—as well as the loss of most of his petty vanities.

When convenient, he’d ducked into an unlit alley and portaled the rest of the way back to the Sanctum. Cloak, along with Wong-- who took his responsibilities as Best Man with dedicated relish-- had been waiting up for Stephen in the small study attached to the Sanctum Master’s rooms. In lieu of a bachelor party—the groom had flatly rejected the idea of such an event at the very first mention of such—but knowing Stephen’s educated taste for bourbon, Wong had managed to purchase a seven-year old bottle of Maker’s Mark Weller Special Reserve (certainly with the proceeds from his Shanghai fight club wins, Strange assumed). “A toast to the bride, my friend,” his fellow master told him, cracking the seal on the bottle and pouring out into two antique crystal tumblers that had been part of a gift to the New York Sanctum from Benjamin Franklin--whom history failed to report, had dabbled in a bit of magic himself from time to time. 

“How you ever stumbled upon such a smart, gentle woman with a heart soft enough to tolerate your ego and overlook your usual rash behavior, remains a continual wonder to me,” he announced, and then chuckled warmly, slapping Stephen’s back for good measure, “But I’m damn glad you had wisdom enough to not look the Universe’s gift dumbly in the mouth, and took her up for all that she is worth!”

His glass still raised, Stephen nodded his head in unstinting accord. “I’ve never agreed with you more, Wong. As the most undeserving of men, I can only think I must have done something very right in my…” he framed his next few words in a one-handed air quote, “…‘in my youth or childhood’ to be given the mercy of her love. And I plan to give her every reason to stay by my side, every chance that I’m allotted.” He took a long quaff of the rich, amber fluid, enjoying the good burn as it went down.

“See that you do,” Wong grunted, before swallowing down his own.

Soon enough, Wong capped the bottle, telling Stephen he had promised you to make sure your fiancée’s sleep went uninterrupted; except for the most dire of emergencies, Wong would be taking up the mantle of Sanctum Master until the newlyweds returned from their too-brief honeymoon. Thus, he had practically ordered Strange off to bed, although Stephen was happy to oblige. He had already planned on meditating, hoping it would ease him into a night with dreams filled with only the best of things. With only you.

It wasn’t wedding jitters or a case of cold feet that had denied him his full rest. ‘Twas sweet anticipation of what had longtime been unthinkable for Stephen—pledging his heart in a lifetime commitment to a wonderful soul who understood him as no one in his past ever had and loved him without reservation despite the wealth of flaws he’d been working to overcome since he had had dedicated himself to protect and defend Earth as an initiate of the Mystic Arts. This night, his mind had wandered back to the lucky day he’d first seen you in Metropolitan General’s ER.

Stephen had been there to visit with Christine Palmer—their first face-to-face meeting since he had Blipped back into existence. Both their schedules had been hectic and overfilled. His with attending to shoring up the cascade of fissures in, and allaying the disruptions to, this reality’s stability, in the wake of his necessary tampering with the integrity of Space and Time to resurrect countless lives across the Universe. She with an overwhelming host of medical emergencies brought on by the sudden return of patients that had disappeared five years ago, mid need, and new ones created when those Lost tried to piece together their old lives in a world that had long since moved on. Watching Christine in action, confident, commanding, and compelling in her unique way, had left Stephen aching in places he hadn’t had time to even consider since his return. That old ache, which could never be satisfied, to be a doctor once again, and jump into the fray at her side. And the quiet ache of knowing that he had missed his chance to love her properly—as they both had deserved of him—and build themselves a life together.

Still, Stephen had hung back a while, envying the vital purpose of the doctors and nurses all around him. There were so many new faces since his tenure there had ended, some much younger and more fresh-faced then he ever remembered being throughout his internship and residency. A pretty, dark-haired nurse attending to a crying preschooler caught his eye. The little girl seemed to be lost, having apparently wandered in off the street. He found himself moved by how gently the woman took the child in hand and calmed her down, eventually making her giggles bubble forth amidst the hectic ER. There’s a special kind of magic in that, he remembered thinking; one I never mastered, nor even attempted. But this one makes it look effortless. Stephen had assumed correctly, that you had a background in pediatrics—and was doubly impressed when he went on to discover you were a board-certified midwife as well.

The next time he’d seen you, he’d stopped by the hospital cafeteria to grab a quick cup of coffee with Christine. Touching base only, for she had made sure that Stephen understood she was seriously involved with someone. She’d already been seated when he got there, with a large cup of coffee waiting for him, just the way she remembered he preferred—and was deep in conversation with the pretty nurse from that day in the ER. He ended up sitting opposite you, with his old flame making introductions, but having to dash off a few minutes later at the behest of her pager.

Left alone, the two of you had settled into a comfortable conversation, which went on longer than it felt—a good half hour until you had to excuse yourself to meet a laboring mother-to-be in Admissions. Before that, Stephen eventually mentioned having seen you with the crying child that afternoon—and you dared to ask if he was the Doctor Strange from the Avengers. The hero who had traveled through time to find the solution to set the world to rights. He’d been quite taken by two things at that first meeting: the honest respect in your eyes—not hero worship, but a smart appreciation for the work he did and the painful sacrifices you had intuited he had made in that arduous quest…and the pretty shape of your mouth. The easiness of your smile and the tender looking fullness of your lips. Lips that any man might speculate had been made especially for kissing. Even then, he’d been willing to wager your kisses would be as magical as your bedside manner with that young girl. So that as you rose to say goodbye, he couldn’t not ask for your number—eagerly hoping that you’d agree to see him again, and sometime soon.

Nineteen months later, you were practically living together, as well ensconced in his Sanctum quarters as in his life—and Stephen had never looked back. Not once. Your relationship had grown so naturally, and you had quickly acclimated to the magical aspects of life as a world-famous Sorcerer’s girlfriend, with your feet planted firmly in your work, and your arms ever ready to welcome him home from his extra dimensional travels and supernatural battles. You’d filled his heart with a happiness he had never anticipated could be his, and his bed with the warmth of being well and truly loved—and a passion that brought back the vigor of his youth. Forcing him to set warding spells to soundproof every room of his quarters; you might appear decorous to your patients and co-workers, but you sure knew how to let him know how much you loved him—and how very well he satisfied you.

For Stephen, your relationship was the one good thing that came out of The Blip. If not for those five years, you’d never have met—as you would still have been in training for your dual career. And likely with your age difference, he wouldn’t have given you a second look. The twelve-year gap was a helluva lot better than seventeen. You were mature enough to know what you wanted, without needing to compromise to get it. While being young enough to remind him that life didn’t come to one, hat in hand—one must pursue happiness with the gusto of youth, even with silver at one’s temples. As he had pursued you; as you had pursued one another.

Yes, the two of you were naturals together alright; your softness and compassion, your sly sense of humor and loving heart, the perfect fit with his sometimes snarky and tunnel-visioned angles and edges—and that the deep heart, which he had only come to realize was his since discovering the mystic arts, was most fulfilled when he was doing the right thing. No matter the personal cost.

It was your second Christmas Eve together when Stephen slipped a modest diamond ring upon your finger. By New Year’s Day, you’d set the date, and now it was here. Memorial Day weekend, late spring in New York City, a long weekend that would enable your far-flung family and friends to attend. Stephen’s guests were far fewer in number. Except for an estranged brother, he had no immediate family. He had never had the time or inclination to cultivate a coterie of friends in his old life, although those he’d made among his fellow Masters were loyal and true. He was glad to tailor the wedding plans to your needs, for your happiness had now become his own. Besides, Stephen firmly believed that he was getting the better end of the deal.

His trip down memory lane had soothed him enough to override the low-level beat at the back of his brain, which had grown more and more insistent in the past week. I’ve never been husband material…I’m too cocky and self-absorbed, too impulsive and sardonic, to be the life partner you deserve. And my life’s work now—it’s not at all conducive to domestic bliss. Not when I can’t say with any certainty where in the world, or worlds or dimensions, I’ll be at any given time—let alone the ordinary…tomorrow. Plus, he just couldn’t shake the overall feeling that he simply wasn’t good enough for you. Stephen knew very well how you would answer each of these justly arrived at estimations of himself, with a loving wisdom that dispelled his doubts and reservations as though there were as insubstantial as the ghosts of his past. Seeing himself through your eyes was the sole remedy that made him feel worthy of the love you offered him.

And so, sleep at last overtook him, and when Stephen awoke by habit, just a few minutes before his alarm, he couldn’t remember nodding off, but knew it was thoughts of you alone that had ushered him into his rest. Unlike habit, Cloak was hovering bedside, and even without the physical connection usually required for him to read its emotional state, Stephen could feel that its nerves were near as frayed—for his sake--as a typical groom’s on his wedding morn. “Everything’s going to be fine—I promise,” he chuckled as he swung his legs over the opposite side of the bed, “You know that. Besides, you’ll be with me the whole time, and no one besides Y/N and Wong will even have a clue.” Cloak approximated a nod, and then zipped over to the wardrobe, where Stephen’s suit hung waiting. “It’s hours until the ceremony—relax, please. Keep this up and you’re gonna make me nervous.” Cloak’s shoulders drooped a bit, and it floated over to the window, nudging aside the draperies to let in the sunshine and keep watch until Stephen would be suiting up for ceremony.

A knock upon his sitting room door spurred Stephen to grab his robe before padding over to answer it. He opened the door to find Adept Miriamme with a loaded breakfast tray. A vegetarian omelet, with sides of bacon and sausage, buttered toast, orange juice, and fresh coffee. He could smell the added chicory rising above the rest of the aromas, and his stomach rumbled. “Master Wong wanted to be sure you had a good breakfast, Doctor Strange,” the timid Miriamme squeaked, and Stephen had to refrain from chuckling again. The new initiates seemed to be getting younger and younger these days—or was he simply getting older?

“Thank you, Adept,” he told her, motioning her to put the tray on the end table beside the two-cushion sofa.

She nodded, looking very much in awe of finding herself in the Sanctum Master’s rooms, set it down and quietly headed to the door, before turning back. “Best wishes on the day, Sir.”

He grinned, “Thank you, Miriamme. It’s kind of you to say so.” She smiled back, looking a mite relieved her chore was done, and then left him to his breakfast.

Stephen was surprised at the hardiness of his appetite, grateful for Wong’s wise provision, and ate nearly every morsel--while realizing that the next meal he sat down to would be as a married man. So many firsts to come, so much to look forward to. And he planned to experience each of them to the fullest. Before his life in the mystic arts, he had sleepwalked his way through the simple joys and pleasures of life, always in pursuit of more spectacular things; of fame and accolades, and the considerable fortune that came with them. His vocation in the Mystic Arts had proven to him that a humble life of real service had so much more to offer than that of his medical career. While you had taught him that love—real, honest, head-over-heels, unselfish love—was the key to the exact happiness that had eluded him since he’d set out on his journey as an adult.

Enrapt in these pleasant musings, feeling the sweet butterflies of anticipation for all that he was gaining today, Stephen checked the time before jumping in the shower. He smiled to himself as steam filled up his bathroom, knowing that his wedding gift to you would be delivered soon. Imaging the beautiful smile that would light your lovely face once you finally opened it.

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#4

MCU Stephen Strange as a Dad:

with Peter Parker/a son: 

He’s sometimes gonna be a hardass because he knows how much potential Peter has, and he wants to nurture that for when he’s not around to look after him--but most of the time Stephen tries to calmly reason with him. He admires Peter’s big heart, especially because it couldn’t have been easy having lost his parents so young, and then his father figure, Uncle Ben, and his mentor, Tony Stark. 

And when The Kid does the right thing, all on his own (which Stephen quickly realizes is as natural to the young man as his brown eyes and fair skin)--and even more when he surpasses Stephen’s expectations--Dad!Strange is so flipping proud of his boy, to the point where he’ll get all choked up and instructs his son ‘just don’t tell Wong about this, he’ll never let me live it down’.

with America Chavez/a daughter: 

Stephen would start out all ‘okay young lady..’ and ‘you’re gonna get a stomach ache’ and ‘didn’t I try to warn you not to...’, but pretty soon he’d be all soft and doting and want to spoil her because she’s had a rough life, and he can see she’s much braver and stronger than she gives herself credit for. He’d be the Dad that waits up for her when she’s out late with her friends/gf, but pretends to be asleep in his chair when she comes home a few minutes past curfew, letting her believe she got away with it, while he’s just happy she’s home safe and tried her best to respect his wishes. He’d love to accompany her to the Father-Daughter dance, but only if she asks without any prompting, because to suggest it himself would be very uncool. 

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Here is a Stephen strange prompt for you that I wrote down for my one shots thought it would be cool to see your writing for it. "Broken Cup" reader or character a coffee shop worker sees Stephen with his shaky hands struggling with the cup and he drops it breaking it. Or could be them two alone at home when she hears the cup break.

Hope you have fun dear!

I wrote this part before I got really sick--though it doesn't contain an actual broken cup, the spirit of it's there. Since I'm not sure when I'll feel up to finishing it, I figured I'd share what I already came up with. Hope you enjoy it @ravencatart xx

pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader

rating: wee bit of angst, mostly fluff

word count: 1.2k (so far)

His tremors were pretty bad today. She couldn’t help but notice-–and given the precipitous fall in temperature the past couple of days and the scent of the coming snowstorm in the air, she really wasn’t surprised. Because she’d been feeling it too. In the bones of both ankles, broken years ago and patched up with metal plates and multiple screws. And in scars of her own, which she painstakingly hid from the world, as they symbolized the weakest and most desperate time in her life.

Since mid-November, when the first serious frosts had settled over the Village, he had taken to wearing gloves with the fingers cut off at the second knuckle. She had guessed he chose to keep the ends of his fingers exposed to allow him better control in gripping things; it made sense that he would want direct contact with his skin to be certain he had objects well in hand. But even those gloves couldn’t hide the painful looking scars that ran the length of his fingers, and in the months since he’d been coming into the coffee shop (usually two or three times a week, and sometimes even four) whenever she got close enough, she made sure not to stare. It was more than common courtesy—her own scars, which she went to painstaking lengths to conceal, had taught her just how it felt to get the curious, and worse, pitying looks they summoned from strangers.

Silver Fox—that’s what she had named him, based not only on the white streaks of hair at his temples, but because he struck her as the embodiment of the word distinguished…and because he was the finest looking man she’d ever seen.

Looks that had a movie star quality about them. Cheekbones fine enough to out-pretty most super models. An endearingly crooked sort of smile, that started on the left corner of his mouth and—if he had reason to smile broadly--spread gloriously to fill his handsome face, like sunshine filling the sky after a sudden spring downpour. Plush lips, full and tender looking, like they were made for kissing, surrounded by a well-trimmed moustache and goatee. She often wondered how he managed that, with the way his hands trembled at times. Maybe he had a significant other who helped him with that; she knew he probably wasn’t married, as he wore no wedding ring.

And his eyes. Breathtaking, really. Pale, crystalline blue in the vivid sunlight that came through the plate glass window of the store front, though at times she could swear there were swirls of green and even gold in their depths. He seemed a keen observer of the world, like his exotic, mesmerizing eyes didn’t miss a trick. Sometimes she caught him watching her, and she always blushed, wondering if he discerned that she’d developed a wicked crush on him.

Today, Silver Fox had ordered a chocolate croissant (one of his favorites; he clearly had a sweet tooth) and instead of his usual black coffee laced with chickory, hot chocolate with a double shot of salted caramel. Elise—the new girl—had served it to him in a ceramic mug. She didn’t know any better, and apparently he hadn’t thought to ask for a disposable cup instead, as she herself would’ve known to fill out his order.

He had placed both palms around the mug, probably enjoying the heat of the beverage upon his damaged hands, and his eyes were closed, as though he was concentrating hard. She watched him take a deep breath and exhale hard, like he was bracing himself for a difficult task. And her heart went out to him as he lifted the mug barely an inch, lowering his mouth to the shaking beverage to take a single sip. That was never going to do. She just had to help him, somehow.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she set the slice of white cheddar-topped apple pie in front of another regular patron and turned without a word to grab one of the thick, cardboard to-go cups and filled it to the brim with the sweet chocolate, hit it with two shots of salted caramel, and then topped it with a generous spray of whipped topping, the finishing touch a drizzle of caramel over the cream.

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Can someone please explain to me why my heart does a little lurch when I see him this way? I mean, I don’t even know 838 Stephen, and yet I love him and wanna protect and cuddle him. 

What is this power that Stephen and so many of his Variants have over me? Is it the witchcraft of Benedict Cumberbatch? Or perhaps because my love for Stephen Strange has taken on a life of it’s own?

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My #1 post of 2022

For the Stephen Strange x Female Reader prompt: how about a cute fluffy little thingie where the question comes up whether Cloakie ever needs to get into the washing machine?

I hope you find this cute & fluffy, Nonny. Thank you for the prompt, it feels good to stretch my writing muscles, and I'm hoping it helps get me in the writing groove again!

pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader, established relationship

characters: Stephen Strange, Reader/Y/N (also a practitioner of the Mystic Arts), Cloak of Levitation

rating: general audience, fluff with undertones of mutual longing

word count: 1.5K

You had left Stephen to sleep in this morning. As happy as you were to have him safely home at last (and having proved both your relief and delight to him three times in all, throughout the very delicious, velvet dark of night) you had awakened to watch him sleeping peacefully (his battle wounds already on the mend from the healing spells you’d cast when he finally stumbled through the portal from Crete), and had resolved to make him take some much deserved downtime for at least a day or two.

And so, you had silently slipped from his bed, loathe to leave his warmth behind, but fully intent upon spoiling him rotten in even the most mundane ways. Sorcerer Supreme he may be and a heroic, selfless servant to humanity, but he was still a flesh and blood man, and he deserved every ounce of the love and attention you planned to lavish upon him. You soon had his favorite, non-magical, breakfast foods prepared and left warming in the oven for once he was awake.

Next, you had gathered his discarded, slightly bloodied but heavily battle-singed tunic and leggings from the bathroom floor (where they’d fallen when you’d peeled them off of him the night before) for a thorough laundering, and once they were clean and dry, you worked the restoration spell yourself, instilling each magical stitch with protective charms and all the love that bloomed anew within your heart each day you were blessed enough to call yourself his woman. Though Cloak was in obvious need of a good washing too, it had flitted off the very moment that Stephen had let himself sag into your arms, and you hadn’t seen a flash of it since. You decided to track it down later, determined to relieve its Master of that chore as well.

Tiptoeing into his bed chamber, you found that Stephen had flipped onto his stomach, his arms tucked beneath his pillow and the sheet nestled around his waist—so that you went all soft inside, biting your lip against a longing sigh at the sight of his warm, inviting flesh. His broad shoulders that carried so many thankless responsibilities. His perfectly toned expanse of back, marked here and there with battle scars, which ever drew your loving attention, as though you would give him the sweetest, most gentle gratitude, which an unknowing world owed him for the protection he provided it. Aye me, you thought; the lover’s sigh of Juliet often came to mind when you looked upon his beautiful form, amazed in knowing that his heart belonged to you as much as yours did to him.

“I can feel you watching me,” he mumbled into his pillow, his sleepy voice so rich and deep that a thrill ran through you and settled in your solar plexus. You had to tighten your grip on the laundry basket, defying the sudden urge to jump his bones.

“I wasn’t sure if you were awake yet,” you tried to reason, blushing as much from the fib as from the spark of desire he had conjured without even trying. “I didn’t want to disturb you, darling…”

Stephen gave a sinful sounding groan, and with some effort and a wince or two, turned onto his back. Obviously, he was still feeling the effects of his struggle to cast a trio of immature Lamias back into the Shadow dimension from whence they had escaped; likely he needed another rubdown with the charmed salve you had treated his muscles with last night. “I was hoping you had every intention of disturbing me, honey,” he replied, smirking wickedly and patting the mattress beside him.

“Stephen,” you tutted, setting the basket with his clean robes on the foot of the bed. “You needed your rest, and…well…” you shrugged, looking away from the warmth of his gaze, trying to maintain a semblance of decorum, “…so I decided to…putter…”

His smirk grew into his trademark, shit-eating grin. “Putter?” he chuckled, “Pray tell, my saucy sorceress, how exactly did you putter?”

When he looked at you this way, it got harder and harder to concentrate on whatever task was at hand, let alone expressing yourself cogently. You knew for a fact that Stephen enjoyed how flustered you got when he turned on the charm, and how easily you turned to putty in his hands. You squared your shoulders, trying your best to keep your cool. “I’ve got breakfast keeping warm in the oven, and…I took care of your laundry…”

“You didn’t need to do that, honey,” he replied softly, sitting up and patting the bed again, looking touched by that modest tender of your affection. “I don’t expect you to take care of me that way, sweetheart.” Stephen reached his hand out to you, the heat of the moment quietly banking, as a sort of wonder filled his gentle blue eyes.

Of course, that was enough for you to take a seat and slip your hand into his. “I know you don’t, but…but I like taking care of you, darling. It makes me happy. And since I can’t be with you when you go into those…dangerous situations…” Tears prickled your eyes, but you blinked them back, remaining as resolute as ever to keep him from seeing how much you worried about him when you couldn’t be there to protect him even a little. “Since I can’t help you fight your battles, the least I can do is make your life…comfortable, and…well, worry free.”

He raised your hand to kiss your knuckles. “You already make coming home the best part of any day, honey. Which is the surest motivation for me to give whatever enemy I’ve gotta face, a swift and mighty kick in the ass.”

Though you rolled your eyes, you allowed yourself to take his loving assertion to heart, then leaned in to brush your lips to his, lingering as you asked, “So, um…you ready for some brunch?”

“Not until you’ve given me a proper good morning kiss,” he husked, and cupped your jawline in his free hand. At his prompting, you parted your lips, allowing Stephen to deepen your connection, well beyond what anyone would consider ‘proper’. You hummed contently when he finally released you, and then opened your eyes to catch him grinning as he teased you, “Yup- I’m definitely…famished…now.”

You gave a little shiver at the innuendo, considering it a promise of later satisfactions, and stood up to hang his sorcerer’s kit in the closet and put away the rest of his clean clothing. Stephen slid out of bed, clad in his comfiest pajama bottoms, and pulled a well-worn, gray cotton tee over his head. You caught a flash of red out of the corner of your eye, as Cloak ducked its collar just inside the doorway. Noting your attention, it zipped away, leaving only a swirl of air in it’s wake, while you called after it, “Hey! I was looking for you this morning. You’re due for a good wash up before you leave the Sanctum again.”

Stephen came up behind you and planted a kiss just beneath your ear, while sliding both arms around you. “Yeah, not a good idea, sweetheart,” rocking you gently, “Unless you’ve got a degree in cat-herding I don’t know about…”

“I’m sorry- what?”

His breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck as he chuckled, and you felt his amusement in the soothing vibrations of his chest against your back. “I discovered early on that Cloak prefers to see to its own…maintenance. Except when it’s experienced some kind of physical damage that requires magic—or a tailor—to repair…”

“Seriously?” You wondered for a moment if your boyfriend was teasing you again.

“Absolutely,” he assured you, “For some reason I haven’t been able to decipher—since it’s an open book about everything else—Cloak is a creature of privacy when it comes to…bathing.”

You had to giggle at that. “And I suppose it prefers to shower when you’re not around?”

“God, no,” he laughed, urging you into the hallway and on the way to the third-floor kitchen, where brunch awaited, “Once we’re out of the way, Cloak is gonna indulge in a good, long soak in my bathtub. So, we need to steer clear of my chambers for, um…about an hour…”

You smacked his shoulder lightly, “Now you are teasing me!”

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[danny-pino-group-therapy]

Ben C Fanfiction Angsty/No Category

Cumberfic

“Our First Big Argument” Ben is very stressed and angry and isn’t conversing well with his wife and it leads to a big argument.

“A Not So Happy Ending” The strain from Benedict’s career and lack of time for you is putting a damper on the relationship.

“Is This The End?” Facing a difficult breakup you and Ben get into a heated argument. (Happy Ending)

“The Motorbike” You hate when Benedict rides his motorbike around the busy streets of London.

“A Hollow Shell” The joy of finding out your pregnant is amazing but when you start having complications things turn awful, fast. TRIGGER WARNING (Loss, Death, Miscarriage)

“Awkward Fangirl at Oz Comic Con” A revamp of “Does He Remember Me?”

“The Woman and Her Lover” Ben falls for a woman he can never have.

“The Quiz Night" After a chat with another man at the bar during a quiz night Ben becomes very jealous.

"Young Love” Teen Ben and a new girl in town meet on his two week holiday from school, how will things work out for the awkward sixteen year old.

“Why Did You Take Her From Me?” An extremely sad fic. Ben suffers a tragic loss on what should be one of the happiest days of his life.  TRIGGER WARNINGS (Death, Loss)

"Professor Cumberbatch” Ben is a guest speaker in your uni class today.

“No Trust” A very jealous Ben pushes you to the brink and you can’t take it anymore

“Ben, the Fan” An AU where you’re the famous actress and Ben is the fan.

“The Hotel Room" After a big mix up at the hotel you end up in the same room as a very hot celebrity…

"Ben, The Prankster” Ben’s pranks go a little too far when he embarrass his new boss.

“I Um…” You and Ben have been friends for awhile and you both know you have feelings for the other, but will you get to say it?

“The Ex” You meet Ben’s ex for the first time

[simp-lyzity]

Hey Lyz! You're grrrrreat! (Mention the green fucker again and I'll break your knee caps)

-Tony The Tiger

WHOMST

WHICH OF YOU SENT THIS IN I LOVE THE GRINCH HE’S NOT A GREEN FUCKER. AFTER HIS HEART GROWS.

maybe not as much as you, mr. tony the tiger, at least from what i hear 🙄 do you want an onion to give to your grinch?

[hecticwinter]

Oh yeah I forgot to say... if anyone on here read the first fic (1.7k words) in the afterlife series, the second fic is up and it has 4 chapters (5.1k words) so far of you’re interested :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35625907

(Pre-00Q, Slight Johnlock, No Time To Die spoilers)

[charming-gremlin]

do you ever read a fic that’s just. SO good and it’s  quickly become your favorite fic and you just are always super excited for updates and then. And Then. In one of the end of chapter notes. The author talks about their fancast. And the people they have as these characters are just SO WRONG and you just feel SO betrayed. 

[cumberficsandmore-blog]

Spelling Fights

Word Count: 1,816

Authors: Deka & Ale

Warning: None, just fluffiness

Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x Wife!Reader

Summary: The little fight between an American and a British couple

Credits to this video for the awesome interview: https://youtu.be/eX2M6Lf8WKc

“So, the interview is tonight at eight, right?” I asked, standing behind the scenes of The Hobbit, Ben had just finished his scene as Smaug with the sensors and the tech stuff.

“Yes, but don’t get nervous. You’ll be fine” Benedict smirked, mocking me.

Oh, seriously Benny? He started the game, not knowing I was going to win again. This little game consisted in making fun of each other because of our nationalities, that cute british bastard.

“Of course I’ll be fine” I responded with my head high, I was too proud to quit now.

“But don’t forget that we’re in England. I’m worried people won’t understand what you’re saying, that’s all” He said.

“I can speak properly and I’m sure everyone will get my words, darling” I added with a british accent.

“But I can speak sexier” He winked at me.

“I’m afraid you don’t. ‘Football’, really? Soccer says almost everyone”.

“Everyone is only America? C’mon. At least I don’t say ‘math’, the right way to say it is Maths, you uncultured woman”

I was quiet for a moment, “FREEDOM” I shouted, and the fight began.

Two hours after the little chat with Benedict, we were at home having lunch before getting prepared for the interview. We looked at each other giggling, both of us knew what was going to happen, and we were prepared for the battle. At the beginning it all started as a joke, but now was a whole new rivalry. Ben was chosing a few cookies to eat and I was making some tea, it was a relaxing silence but then my dear husband started screaming.

“That is not how you make tea!” He cried out trying to sound attacked.

“Oh my God, are you serious? We’re not having that conversation again. I highly recommend you to leave the kitchen or…”.

He kissed my cheek interrupting and I smiled wildly.

“I love you, you know that? But maybe we should change tasks. Let me take care of this and you pick the cookies. Deal?”.

I sighed dramatically.

“Yes, we better”.

“Yeah, you can’t just squish the tea bag with the spoon. That’s wrong, love”

“Sorry Mr. Britishguy Sillyname”

He laughed and so did I.

Now we were waiting for someone to tell us to enter the room where the interview was held, everyone took turns, first was Richard Armitage, then Martin and Benedict and I were the last ones. As an actress I was in a lot of movies with Ben. Directors and writers had told us that we have an unique chemistry, but I didn’t appear in The Hobbit trilogy. I joined the crew as a make-up artist and helped with the script, as a big fan of Tolkien I couldn’t miss that opportunity for anything in the world.

“They’re taking a lot of time, aren’t they?” Benedict said, I couldn’t tell if he was worried or excited.

“Is there anything you know about this interview that I don’t?” I asked calmly, “you’re into something, right?”

“Me? Nah. Oh, wait, do you smell that?”.

“Smell what?”.

“Fear”.

I rolled my eyes.

“Okay Smaug the Almighty Destructor of Villages, what have you done?”

“Nothing, I swear!”

He stroked gently my waist.

“Mr. and Mrs Cumberbatch, it’s your turn” announced a blonde woman who happened to be the interviewer.

Before doing so we greeted Martin and talked with him a few seconds. Then, Benedict held the door for me to walk in, so british of him. The purest gentleman.

“Good evening, and thanks a lot for attending me, it’s an honor to have you both here”.

I smiled at her and he shaked her hand.

“My name is Meriah Doty. So, firstly, how are you today?”.

“Great, yeah. Great indeed, although it’s brass monkeys out there”.

Damn.

“It means it’s cold outside” He whispered.

I could see in his smiley face he was forcing himself not to laugh.

“You don’t say!” I answered sarcastically.

Meriah cleared her throat and started to ask Benedict some questions fans sent her via Twitter and Facebook. I was getting a bit bored but then an interesting question popped up.

“So, @CumbercookieLove34 asked: how is it to work with your wife? Is it any competition between you two?”

I crossed my arms, paying full attention now.

“Competition?”.

He pretended to be searching for an answer.

“I wouldn’t name it a competition, but he’s always insulting me. Not in a bad way, you know? But… he’s very silly most of the time, ‘cause I’m the only American in the crew, with Lee Pace of course, but he’s as glorious as Thranduil so Benedict kind of forgives him somehow” I said suddenly.

“The thing is,” Ben started, ”she can’t manage my britishness and she’s mad because she only speaks a simplified version of English” he played the victim.

“Watch your mouth Buttercup Cumberpatch” and I rolled my eyes for what seemed the 10000th time. Meriah laughed again, ”See?” I turned around to face her, “I’m so tired”.

Ben patted my back and gave me that Puppy Eye’s Look, he really knows how to do that look and make you feel guilty.

“You can’t really imagine how is living with him. Complains about the tea and when I send him a text sometimes I spell words with only an ‘O’ instead of ‘OU’ and it drives him crazy, for instance, but he truly does everything he can just to irritate me” I said releasing a sigh. Meriah laughed again, really this girl is just supposed to laugh? “But then he’s a complete sweetheart and his polite self takes control so he says sorry all the time” I chuckled.

Benedict laughs uncontrollably.

“But hey, we love each other after all, so don’t worry, we’re gonna stick together until the end” I said looking straight to the camera.

“‘Gonna’” He repeated.

“Yep” I stated marking the ‘p’.

“Well, you guys are definitely the cutest couple of all time. We’re playing a game now. I searched photos of the cast and you’re going to guess who are they just by looking at their feet” The interviewer said excitedly.

“This is gonna be so much fun” I said already laughing, oh my God, I turned into Meriah.

“So, this is the first one” she showed us a picture of a person with his face and body covered.

“Ugh, whoever that is they got some weird looking feet” I commented.

“Martin Freeman” Benedict said without thinking twice. The interviewer giggled.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, how could you… how ca… Wait what? Do you have a foot fetish for Martin? Oh my God I knew it!” I fangirled in front of camera, “just so you know, people…” (I paused to create a little of dramatism) “I ship Johnlock”.

Both Benedict and Meriah laughed so hard that I swear I heard a snort.

“That’s actually quite right. I took her to the Sherlock Set once and every time we finished a scene with strong content, like the one in the pool or when I jumped… well, you know, spoilers. The point is that she always clapped and hugged Martin and I, and I remember perfectly she said ‘You two are so shippable’. Oh, was that too long? I’m sorry I just wanted to tell the story” He giggled shyly while blushing.

“Oh, and by the way, sorry Martin, you have wonderful feet” I smiled.

“You two are so cute, guys” Meriah complimented. “So, the second one is… this!” She showed us another picture.

“Mmm… James Nesbitt?” I guessed.

“Peter Jackson” Benedict said. No hesitation.

“Yeah! Point for Benedict!” Meriah told us.

“What?! I swear this guy has a foot fetish” I tried to mask my bad loser mood.

“I’m so good at this” He said proudly.

“Okay, so this one is a bit difficult but the black and white is the key” The interviewer said revealing the photo.

It was pretty obvious that it was taken a lot of years ago.

“Mmm...”

“Richard?” Ben inquired.

“Ian McKellen!” I literally shouted, I was sure it was him.

“Correct! You’re good Y/N” Meriah greeted me.

“In your face Buttercup!” I did a short but intense party dance in the chair, “I guessed it and you didn’t!” Ben just watched me as he smiled sweetly. “Maybe the feet are overexposed”

“Yeah, I don’t know why Ian McKellen’s feet are overexposed” He said in his Sherlock kind of voice, “that was rude…”

The three of us laughed.

“The next one,” Meriah said “is this one!” She showed us a photo of two people jumping in the air.

“Mmmm…” I started thinking, “one is Benedict, I know it, but the oth…”

“Me and Jonny Lee Miller” He said quickly, “Jonny Lee Miller and I” He corrected himself.

“Amazing! And Martin Freeman corrected me because his face was plastered in Johnny Lee Miller’s…, my bad” Meriah said.

“Yeah, that’s bullshit. Who did that?” He went to grab the photo.

“I thought it was him, I found it like that on the internet” She explained. “Okay, next and last one”.

“Oh Lord” I exclaimed. Benedict stretched out in his chair and approached the lady with the photograph.

“Richard… Armitage?” He wondered, confused.

“I… don’t know…  Stephen Hunter?”

The interviewer showed us the whole picture.

“Evangeline, oh my God” Benedict covered his mouth, surprised, “Oh my God” He laughed really hard, “Fuck” He kept laughing, covering his eyes with the palm of the hand.

“Well, that" I pointed at him with my finger ”is definitely rude”

I was super tired so I decided to sit in the back of the car so I could lay down and fall asleep more easily, but instead of that, I was staring at Benedict’s side profile.

“You’re beautiful” he declared suddenly.

He kept his eyes on the road but I noticed he was grinning.

“You are beautiful too, and I love your accent” I said sternly and he smiled sweetly, “and I also love your otter face”

He tried not to laugh too much so he couldn’t get distracted.

“You have the otter face… otter face.” He tried to make a good insult and failed.

“You sure it’s me who has that face? Your cumberbitches and probably the rest of the multiverse says it’s you who owns that title, my love”

“It’s cumbercollective” He sighed and rolled his eyes, copying me.

“We all know it is and will always be cumberbitches, get over it Buttercup”

“Not gonna happen”.

“Gonna? It seems like I’m who rules the relationship”.

“You’ve always ruled the relationship”

“I’m glad you’re day by day recognizing facts. Today’s been ‘gonna’, I’m curious about what’s gonna “I laughed hard when I said that” be tomorrow”.

“Oh, shut up”

That night, as we did since the very first time we shared a bed, we slept cuddling, then in the morning our innocent little verbal war continued.

[thosequeenboys]

Finishing Up (Ben Hardy x Reader)

Summary:  You are an established meeting planner in LA fulfilling a list minute request to plan an event for top British actors.  Ben Hardy and you surprisingly connect, leading to a night of passion and pleasure.

A/N:  Benedict Cumberbatch makes a cameo cause it’s my party and I’ll combine fantasies if I want to. And he helps shape the dynamic between our two characters.

Warnings:  SMUT (over 18 please!): car touching, oral (m/f receiving), masturbation, hand job, praise kink run amok, dirty talk, age gap (f/10 years older), cursing

 “So, let me get this straight…” Your phone was nestled uncomfortably between your neck and shoulder as you filled up 2 creamy pages of your journal and wrote a ‘to do’ list complete with little boxes drawn next to each task.  “You have a delegation of 25 British actors coming to town this weekend for a meet and greet with directors and agents, followed by dinner.  Sure, I can do that.”  

And you could.  Events were your specialty and you thrived on a challenge. The more square boxes to check and miracles to pull off, the more you were in your element. You’d planned parachute jumps, choreographed light shows, delivered Russian caviar being held in a sea container in the Pacific to a restaurant in 2 hours – all for the likes of the political elite, corporate executives and celebrities.

What’s a bunch of Brits schmoozing with Hollywood elite in a hotel ballroom and dining in one of LA’s hippest restaurants?

As you ended the call, the celebrity list and other details came through in an email.  

Your business partner in crime, Shelley, sidled up to you.  “This sounds fun!” She too welcomed a challenge.  She eyed the list in your email.  “This is an eclectic group. “ She said, reading off the names, ending with “Benedict Cumberbatch,  Ben Hardy….” The names penetrated your brain with warm recognition but you weren’t focused on the guests yet, just all the boxes to check before they arrived to create memorable event. Shelley and you split the tasks, working your phones. As you typed an e-mail, you smiled with anticipation thinking of those names now swirling in your head.

You greeted the day of reckoning in a tight dress that hugged your curves and a dramatic chunky mixed-metal necklace draping your neck. Your legs were elongated by sheer stockings and heels. The guests arrived and a natural extrovert, you made the rounds, greeting the agents you knew, meeting others and making introductions.  

Sienna, an agent you knew well and liked very much, touched your back lightly. “Have you met Benedict?” She asked with a wink.

You looked up taking in the long jaw line and sparkling blue eyes as he extended a hand.  

“Hello.” He said, flashing that lovely, somewhat reserved smile.  “Benedict. Benedict Cumberbatch. Thanks so much for arranging this soiree!”  You shook his hand.

“SO nice to meet you.” You said.  “I must tell you The Imitation Game is one of my favorite movies.  Tells such important stories.  You captured the complexities of the characters and the period brilliantly.”  

Your compliment felt so lame and you felt like a dolt.  

“Thank you so much,” he said warmly.  “It is indeed a frequently unacknowledged part of WW II history -and gay history - and it felt good to get them into the mainstream. I’m impressed you know that history!”  

Hmm.. maybe that comment wasn’t so bad.  “Are you planning to stay in LA a bit?” As you listened to him describe his holiday plans with his family, you registered a darkly clad figure next to you.  

“Gosh, it’s been such a privilege meeting you, Benedict.  I hope you enjoy the rest of the event – and your holiday.”  Looking at him you realized he was your slightly older peer.  You extended your hand and you muzzled a gasp as he delivered a kiss to your cheek, squeezing your shoulders with his firm arms before pulling away.  “Thanks for your great planning!” he said.  Complimented and kissed by Benedict Cumberbatch.  Your work here was done, you thought with an internal laugh.  Not quite. As he pulled away Sienna took you from the moment, turning you gently toward another guest.

“This.” Sienna said with an ear-to-ear grin, “This is Ben Hardy.”  

“And THIS,” she gushed, leaning into Ben, “ is our spectacular meeting planner.”  

You took a moment to register the absolute beauty and grace before you, clad in black pants, a slightly see-through black shirt and an elegant black and brown tweed blazer.  The blonde wavy hair was gracefully brushed back, topping clear glowing skin and luminescent green eyes.

“Hi,’ Ben said, shyly, his eyes averting before turning back, the green irises sparkling radiantly at you.

You smiled warmly.  “Nice to meet you, Ben. Glad you joined us.”  

“Glad to be here.” He responded.

“Ben was in Bohemian Rhapsody and just wrapped 6 Underground.“ Sienna chimed in.  

“Ah, yes. I enjoyed Bohemian Rhapsody very much.’ You said, somewhat distractedly. You were finding it hard to look at him as heat spread throughout your body.  You pulled your phone from your bag and looked down, feigning urgency.  “Excuse me,” you said abruptly, “ I just noticed the time.  I need to get things ready for the presentations.”  You flashed a smile and turned gracefully on your toes and walked out of the ballroom toward the rest room.  When the bathroom door shut, you dampened a paper towel with water and gently blotted your face and the back of your neck.

The door opened and Shelley barged in.  “Are you ok? I saw you make a beeline here-thought you might be sick!! Gosh, You look downright flushed!” her voice arched in concern.

“Oh. My. God.”  Before continuing you walked bent over in front of the stalls checking for feet, your heels clicking along the marble floors.  The coast was fortunately clear.  “I…I…just met Ben Hardy. And I, Oh. God….He’s so ethereal.  I mean, gorgeous. Like, how does someone LOOK like that.  And he seems so sweet, kinda shy.   I…I just started burning up.  I could feel hormones cascading through my body-dopamine and serotonin neat with an estrogen chaser…AND the kicker is, before I met him I had a nice chat with Benedict Cumberbatch AND he KISSED AND HUGGED ME and THAT didn’t elicit this response!! BENEDICT FUCKING CUMBERBATCH!!!  What is happening to me??” You asked dramatically, partly to amuse yourself, partly serious and partly to entertain Shelley.

Shelley smirked and you could tell she was gearing up for some dirty banter - one of her many talents and one of the many reasons you loved her.  

“Ben Hardy, huh? Have you asked for some ID*?  He seriously could be jail bait.”

You smirked back.  “HARD-ly. Hmm.  Pun unintended.”

Shelly stepped toward you:   “Let’s play some Word Association:  I say Cock…..you say: HARD-Y.  Pun intended.”  

You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

“Seriously.  Had NOT pegged you as a cougar.”  Shelly winked.

“Alright, we’re done here.” You said, tossing the towel and reclaiming your professional demeanor. “I got to get back out there to queue the speeches.” You felt the wave of hormones wash back to sea.

The attendees gathered as the speeches commenced.  Afterwards, everyone was ushered outside the hotel where limousines awaited to take guests to Auburn on Melrose for dinner.  After you ensured all guests were seated comfortably and chatted with the head server, you approached your table sliding into the one empty seat   Sensing a familiar figure, you glanced to your right, taking in the wonder of Ben Hardy. ‘Oh crap’ you thought, tempted to pull the seating list out of your bag, knowing he most certainly was not assigned to your table.  “Great to see you again,” Ben said, flashing his perfect smile, evoking an image of him as Roger Taylor.  You smiled back and your eyes scanned the room for Shelley.  You spotted her at a table to your left and locked glances.  She gave you a thumbs up and shit-eating grin. Sienna, your planned dining partner, gave you a wave, covering her mouth to obscure a laugh.   FUCK. You felt the warmth rising through your body-part annoyance at their prank, part lust, being close to Ben again.  You gulped some water, willing it away. The table conversation and wine flowed.  Ben was a smart and engaging conversationalist and you exchanged laughs and glances.  After dinner, you corralled guests to their limos and saw Ben lag behind talking with two others, as you approached the final waiting car.  

The driver motioned for Ben to enter first, and he slid across the long seat.  He motioned you next, followed by the two others.  The car took off down Melrose. Suddenly you saw bright light gaining speed to the right of the limo and without warning, a Jaguar screeched from the right lane in front of your limo which slowed urgently. Your driver lurched to the left lane, avoiding a rear end collision. “AHHHH” the entire backseat yelled, leaning into each other. You found yourself thrown to the left and leaning against Ben’s ribs, your hand pressed into his thigh just above his knee to keep you upright.  

The driver glanced back, as traffic slowed, “Everyone ok?”

“Yes,” came the responses, as your fellow passengers disengaged themselves from similar propping. You turned your head and your eyes locked with Ben’s.  You gently gave a squeeze to the sides of his knee to gain leverage and righted yourself.  Staring at him purposefully, you skimmed your fingers lightly up his thick thigh, easing your hand off and resting it next to your own thigh. His leg spread open toward you and your knees touched. You felt his warmth through your stockings. Other passengers chatted and you joined in with them.

Suddenly you felt his fingers jut into your hip and then coax your hand onto him again.  You looked at him quizzically, ensuring you weren’t misreading signals in your three-glasses-of-wine state.  His eyes locked with yours and a grin lit his face. You swallowed a gasp, suddenly aware you were being asked a question.  “Do you think the US Equity rules might change to allow reciprocity?” one of the passengers asked.

“Well, actually I know the union has been looking into this.”  You crisply shared some details from the article you had read recently, as you started to massage Ben’s inner thigh, heading north, ever so lightly to avoid attracting attention. You were peppered with more questions, which you answered without hesitation, as Ben squeezed his thighs around your hand, trying to create friction.

The topic was changed by another passenger.  “You must be glad the conference is almost over-then you can get some rest.”

“It’s been a pleasure,” you said sincerely, as you crossed your right leg, tilting slightly toward Ben. You stopped the thigh massage, loosening your hand from between his thighs and inched your nails up his right thigh.  His head sunk into the car seat and his eyes followed into the back of his head.

You continued, “There are just a few final touches to finish up, like swag bags, so everyone has great memories and leaves satisfied.”   Your nails took a turn to Ben’s crotch brushing his member with your finger pads and squeezing gently, hoping to feel his arousal.   Bingo.  You gave a final graze of your nails down his thigh before easing off as the bright lights of the hotel’s circular driveway lit the car.  You thanked the driver as Ben exited and you followed.

You leaned slightly toward his ear, “I’m in 1202 if you want to….”

“Finish up?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “So everyone leaves satisfied?” You smirked and proceeded into the hotel.

When you got to your room, you took a quick shower, reapplied some make-up, brushed your teeth and changed into leggings and a fitted lacey tank top.  

The knock on your door was timed perfectly.

He had changed into black jeans, a white round neck t-shirt and an open button-down shirt.   You motioned him inside and closed the door. You extended one arm over his shoulder and your other hand settled on his chest.

“You were such a good boy, being so still and quiet when I touched you in the car,” You said gently, as your hand released your hand from his shoulder, joining the other on his chest as you leaned into him.

“And YOU ….. carrying on that smart conversation while driving me out of my fucking mind. InCREDible.” He responded.  

“I’m a great multi-tasker,” You purred. He leaned in and kissed you hungrily as you wrapped your arms around each other, your mouths opening wider and your tongues exploring each other.   “Why don’t you let me take care of you, baby?” You asked tilting your head and rubbing your hands on his shirted chest.

“I ….yeah.” he said scanning you up and down.

You looked at him ensuring consent.  He swooped into you for an affirming kiss. 

“C’mon sweet boy.” You dragged your hand down his chest into his hand and squeezed it.

You eased him on to the bed. Sitting next to him you took off his shirts and gasped at his rippled muscular chest, the likes of which you had not seen on an actual man in your bed.  

“What a delicious appetizer before I get to the main course.” You noted.

“Really?” He asked seductively. He unbuttoned his pants, looking up at you. “Ok if I get comfortable? You nodded helping him out of his pants, his boxer briefs remaining.

“Back up, baby,” you cooed, and he shimmied himself back to the pillows. He bent his legs, planting his feet on the bed akimbo, inviting you in.  You eased yourself between his firm thighs and kissed his lips, moving to his earlobe and down his neck and chest.  You sucked one of his nipples, while you licked your thumb and index finger and then teased and rolled his other nipple between them. He moaned.  

“You like that sweet boy? You’re so sensitive.”  

“Yeah….” he said.  You outlined his pecs with your nails as you kissed his sternum, moving down the center of his chest.  You licked a figure eight along his six-pack and kissed down to the top of waistband of his boxers.

You hovered over his bulging cock in his boxer briefs, pressing your hands into his thighs. His eyes sparkled at you, wanting.  You wanted to drag it out a bit more.  You planted kisses along his thighs ending at the leg if his briefs, skirting his crotch. Finally you brushed a hand over his now-hard cock strained against his briefs.

“So hard and eager. You gonna be a good boy for me and let me suck you until you come?” You asked.

“OH FUCK.” Ben said, his eyes widening.  “YES!”

With that, you slid his underwear off, leaving him fully naked and erect before you. Kneeling before him your hands dug into his open thighs and you lifted them, holding them back erotically, giving you full access to his thick throbbing cock.  

“So good for me, Ben, so beautiful, so spread out for me….”

You couldn’t wait anymore. You slithered onto your stomach, still holding his thighs and started your oral choreography. Holding his firm thighs open, you licked from the base to the tip and positioning yourself over his member, licked around the shaft in circles, ending at the underside of his head. He was a moaning mess, thrusting up to get himself into your mouth.

“You ready for me to suck you now, good boy?”

“Please,” he said, as his hand made its way into your hair, the other gripping the sheet.

You took his head in your mouth, sucking him hard and swirling your tongue in a slow steady rhythm, taking more and more in with each suck.  You removed your right hand from his thigh to gently massage his balls as you quickened your pace. You felt his breath deepen and his moans intensify. Suddenly he touched your shoulders.

“Get up, get off,” he said, almost frantically.

You popped off him surprised.  He grabbed his cock and started to pull it quickly.

You were completely turned on by Ben touching himself, but confused by the turn of events.  

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You uttered.

“Say it!!” he said. “Talk to me.” You looked puzzled.  “I gotta hear you say it….tell me I’m ….

“Ah,” you thought.  

“Ben, you’re such a good boy for me. Let me touch you. I want to feel you cum hard through my fingers. You take me so well, baby,” you cooed as you touched his hand and he released it.  You took over, easing his wet cock into your hand, spreading his pre-cum. You jerked him quickly and steadily as he leaned back on his forearms. “Such a sweet, good boy, Ben…I want to make you feel so good…being so good for me.”

And with that, he moaned, thrusting and came over your fingers, some shooting onto his chest.  

“Was that good baby?” You asked.

“God, what a build, starting in the car…I just love hearing you talk dirty to me. InCREDible!!”  

Gosh you loved how he said incredible.  If this event taught you anything it’s that most things sound better with a British accent.

You gave him a kiss and wiped up his chest with a tissue on the nightstand. Afterwards you kissed down his luscious chest again and rested your head between his pecks, stretching out next to him.

“What about you?’ he asked, his arm caressing on your shoulder. “Did I get you wet?”

“Yes, baby….” Then you chuckled. “Well you ….and Benedict Cumberbatch.”

“That old Geezer?” Ben snarked.  

“Hey! Watch it!” you responded.

You both laughed.  “Actually, I like an older woman.  This older woman,” and he winked at you, continuing, “I heard your Heart Eyes-Fan Girl talk with him,” Ben said.

“Were you jealous?” you probed, semi-jokingly.

“Li’l bit.” He replied demurely with a slight smirk.

“Well, I am a real fan of his acting, but he doesn’t have this effect on me.”

“What effect is that?” Ben asked hopefully.

You quickly slid off your pants and panties and opened your legs in a diamond shape, your feet joined at the bottom of the diamond. You took Ben’s pointer finger and guided it from your hole to your clit.  You let your finger go, leaving your soft folds in his strong fingers as he continued to touch your heat, his thumb landing on clit with soft circles.

“Finger me, Ben.”

Ben slid his pointer finger into you and your tightened around him, moaning.  

“Such a good girl, tightening around me.  So wet…I gotta taste you….”

With that sentence, you gave it one minute, thirty seconds.  Tops.

“Oh God,” you said anticipating the quick build.  “Another finger” you moaned, and he obliged with his middle finger, curling both as he eased himself between your thighs, your feet planted widely apart on the bed.

“So tight for me” he said peering up at you.  “So wet. Your legs spread so wide.  Gosh, you’re so fucking flexible.”

Yoga was paying off in multiple ways, apparently.

He replaced his thumb with his tongue, licking your clit in circles with perfect pressure as he pressed his fingers into you.

“I’m close, Ben.  Lick me, faster.”

And, as predicted you cascaded over the waterfall, contractions tightening around his fingers as you thrusted into him, calling his name.  

He eased his ministrations, while kissing your thighs and then eased himself next to you.

“That was amazing.” You said.

“Indeed,” Ben said, as he stroked your hip tenderly. “Well, I’m glad you got to, um, finish up…”

You chuckled. “Me too,” delivering a kiss to his sternum.

You wrapped your arms around each other and drifted off to sleep.

 *This is a riff from Robin Williams’ Best Supporting Actor Oscar acceptance speech for Good Will Hunting in which he thanks his co-stars, Ben Affleck and Matt Damon, who were in their mid-20’s, telling them, “I still want to see some ID.”

[writersblog20]

Let me take care of you

Chris x reader Request 

Summary: You’re part of the marvel cast and currently working on endgames. You and Chris are inseparable but there is a secret you keep from most of your cast mates. You have a chronicle disease and you thought it wasn’t needed to tell anyone, but today it’s kicking your ass and Chris notices that there’s something wrong. 

request: @cevansrogerss  she's the one who's sick and they are like just friends but Chris notices she look so tired while working on the movie ( can me like endgame or age of ultron with a little feat from Seb, RDJ and Lizzie maybe) and she's actually sick but doesn't want to tell anyone...Chris ended up finding out and taking her to his house to take care of her idk something like this. Hope you like it! 

Warnings: Chronicle illness, anxiety, pain, angst and migraines and of course FLUFF

Words: 3K

A/N: I’m dealing with chronicle illnesses since I was 9. I’m not comfortable with saying what so that’s why I write it a little vague in the fic but I hope it can give some of you a little comfort in the painful days. This actually hit a little close to home and I wrote from my pov, with my illness. Just remember:  You’re not alone. P.s. I’ll probably write another one where the reader has a fever  or something

It was a rough week and you knew it took a toll on your body. You felt it in every fiber of your body and you tried to get as much sleep as possible in between takes. Chris noticed that there was something going on. You didn’t shine your light like usual, you were quiet and in the background and you didn’t look too great, although he always thought you’re gorgeous. He also noticed that Benedict was more around you then usual.

The only people you told were the Russo brothers, Paul Bettany and Benedict Cumberbatch. You trusted Benedict a lot and felt comfortable with him. It wasn’t like you didn’t feel comfortable around the others but there was some sort of fatherly safety around Benedict where you felt comfortable in. And of course you trusted Paul. He was always so calm around you and it wasn’t your intention to tell him but he caught you with the medication and sat down with you

You were currently in your trailer with Benedict on your couch. You had a big fight scene coming up and you felt a knot in your stomach thinking about it. Your body felt like it was extremely beaten up, like your whole body was bruised and you were exhausted. And to top it off you felt a big migraine coming up which made you nauseous on top. “Look sweetheart. I think you need some rest. I’ll let them know that you can’t work today.” Ben told you and you shook your head. You took some medication to keep the pain at bay but you knew you were too far gone with the pain.

“I’m going to be fine. I’ll take some rest after this. I promise.” You told him but more to convince yourself. “Look Y/N I think you need to tell them. Especially Chris. I know you like him and he likes you and he’s really worried about you.” you slowly turned around to Benedict. You never told him you liked Chris. He chuckled a little and walked up to you. “Come on now. Everyone can see the special bond you have together. Everyone is jealous that they don’t have that connection with someone like you two have.”

You looked down. “please tell him.” he rubbed his thumb over your cheek and gave you a sweet smile. “I’ll think about it.” he chuckled. “well at least it’s progress.” He smiled. “Just be careful darling. I’ll be there with you but please don’t try to push yourself to far. You know that the recovery will take more time in that case.” You nodded. He gave you a smile and walked with you to the set.

Chris, Sebastian, Lizzie, Tom Hiddlestone and RDJ were standing together. “I’m serious. I don’t know what’s going on with her but there’s something wrong.” Chris desperately explained. They all agreed with him. “Why doesn’t somebody go up to her when we’re done shooting?” RDJ asked. They all looked at Chris. “You have the best connection with her.” Seb said and the others nodded. “Alright I’ll go after we finish shooting.” Chris told the others and they left to set.

They saw you standing there, Benedict supporting you to stand straight. But more trying to convince you to take rest (although they didn’t knew that). They all exchanged glances at each other with frons on their faces. Chris had about enough and walked up to you. “Hey Y/N/N, Are you okay?” he asked you with worry written on his features. Benedict looked at you strict. You looked down but felt the courage leave your body to tell him. “Eh yeah. Just tired and stuff.” He nodded and you felt tears forming in your eyes, you looked away but Benedict knew. “I’m looking after her but I need to do something after filming. Could you maybe keep an eye on her when I’m gone?” Benedict asked Chris which made you look wide eyed at Ben. “Yeah of course! No problem, I’ll help wherever I can!” Ben nodded and gave him a smile. Chris walked up to you and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll go by your trailer later and we can watch a movie, order take-out and cuddle, okay?” he offered. You felt yourself get teary eyed again at the kindness. You nodded and wanted nothing more to do that right now.

They called you on set and your migraine started kicking off more. You flinched and kept your head down to try to numb the pain a little. You stood on your mark with the others who gave you worried glances. You were supposed to film the battle scene against Thanos right now but you knew you pushed yourself way too far, and your body was caving in. You had no control anymore. You all started fighting when they called action. You gave everything you had left but the nausea got worse. In fact everything got worse. This was the sixth take and you started to wonder how many takes there were.

Everything went alright until your knees gave out and you fell to the ground. At first nobody noticed because they were all busy fighting. The person you were fighting looked at you with worry and kneeled down besides you. “Oh my god Y/N, I’m so sorry!” he told you thinking this was because of him. You shook your head. “It’s not your fault. Just help me up please.” The person nodded and tried to get you off the ground but with no avail. You felt down again and your head started pounding at it’s worse. You whimpered and the guy called people over to help you.

Paul was the first to see you on the ground and immediately called Ben, who looked at you confused and then in panic. They both ran up to you which caught the attention of the others. They all looked worried and rushed over to you, the Russo brothers called it a cut. And called the medics. “Give her some space please” Paul told everyone but Chris wouldn’t leave your side so they let him stay there. You felt humiliated, ashamed and angry at yourself and your body for caving in. It was very hard for you to except the illness especially in this business.

Chris couldn’t stay with you because the medics wanted to get you checked out and you wanted to do that alone. The shame was too much at the moment which made you tear up. you angry placed your head back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

Chris picked you up bridal style which made you wince in pain. “I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He carried you to the medics. And laid you down. He looked angry towards Paul and Benedict because he knew that they knew something that they didn’t told him. He didn’t wanted to get mad at you but he was just mad that you got hurt. Maybe even mad at himself for not seeing it sooner or not handling it sooner. He saw you were tired and looked off.

Chris walked towards Paul and Ben. “Alright. I want to know everything now!” Chris commended. They looked at each other. “I’m sorry Chris it’s really not up to us to tell you.” Paul said softly. They all started gathering around. “Well..” Ben said and looked at Paul. “we won’t tell you everything because it’s not our place but she does need a step in the right direction.” Ben told them and Paul agreed. “So she has a couple of health issues. It’s chronicle and the last week took a toll on her body. She’s too stubborn to give in because she hasn’t truly accepted her illnesses.” They all looked down sadly now. “That’s also why she didn’t tell you guys. Because if she does then it gets too real. She’s also afraid that she gets watched over too much and that people only worry about her or see her differently. It was never something personal it was because she can’t accept it.” Ben told them. “But she told you guys.” Mark Ruffolo said. “Yeah but not intentionally. I actually found out myself.” Paul told them. “And I noticed in the beginning and she kind off told on herself. We wanted her to tell you guys but she made us promise to not say anything but it’s enough now.” Benedict told them.

Chris looked back at the medic station. The curtains got moved a little when the medics came out. Chris saw you staring at the ceiling with tears streaming down your face. Chris walked towards you without saying anything to the others. He just wanted to get to his baby. He wanted to take care of you, love you, cuddle you and give you everything you wanted if that meant he could be with you.

He pulled away the curtains slowly and his face fell when he saw you. You looked so vulnerable and broken. Your teary eyes met his. “I’m sorry Chris, I’m so sorry” you cried and he shushed you while carefully putting his arms around you. “It’s okay sweetheart. I know now. It’s okay, I’m here. Let me take care of you for a while okay?” He begged you more than asking you. You just nodded and let all of your emotions out and held onto him just a little tighter.

The medics came in and talked to Chris and gave him your medication with some new ones and directly told you that you needed rest. They told the Russo brothers as well and they were totally okay with that. Chris told the others that he was going to take you to his house so he could take care of you. Lizzie and Sebastian got your stuff from the trailer and put it in Chris’s car. Chris picked you up and walked to his car. Benedict told everyone to wait it out before they walked up to you. He knew you didn’t liked this attention because you told him that. It needed to be more subtle. They all thought about what they could do for you.

Chris put you in his car and drove off. You looked outside at your surroundings until you arrived at his house. Not long after you arrived at his place. “Sebastian and Lizzie will get you some stuff from your apartment for you.” he told you softly. You nodded tiredly. “Let’s get you inside bubba” you tiredly smiled at the given nickname for you. Chris helped you out of your car and inside the house. “why don’t we get you cleaned up a little mhm?” you nodded. God this man was so soft with you right now it made your heart melt. Normally you didn’t want any help but at this moment you actually did wanted help. But only his help. He made you feel safe and accepted which made you think that you should’ve told him sooner.

He got you upstairs and sat you down on the bathroom counter. He got your make-up off that you still wore from shooting the scene. “Can you shower yourself right now?” he asked you genuinely. You nodded, that was still a step to far for you and out of your comfort zone. He nodded but didn’t completely believed you. “I’ll be close so just yell if you need help okay? I got you some fresh comfy clothes for you laying there.” he pointed where he laid down the clothing. You nodded and gave a small thank you. you made the shower quick and tried to get dressed with a lot of painful grunts. Apparently Chris heard and knocked on the door.

“Sweetheart? Can I come in please?” he asked you. “yeah” you told him while you stood there in your lingerie. He opened the door and his breath hitched a little when he saw you. You tried to cover yourself just a little up because you felt a little uncomfortable and vulnerable. He looked at the clothes. “Go sit on the toilet seat, baby.” You felt a little flustered every time he called you baby.

You did as you were told and took a seat. He carefully put the sweater over your head. You felt every muscle in your body ache and you grunted a little. “I’m sorry baby, we’re almost there.” he got some oil out of his cabin and looked at you for permission. You nodded and he started to massage your legs working on untighten your muscles. He was so soft and careful with you and trying not to hurt you. after he was done he gave a quick kiss on your knee and got the sweatpants and helped you in them. He gave you a kiss on your forehead and helped you up.

You got downstairs and plopped on the couch while Chris got you something to drink and your meds. He plopped down next to you and gave you your meds. Once they were in he praised you: “Good girl.” You flustered at his praise. He got a blanket, placed it over your body and scooped you closer to him. “what do you want to eat?” he asked you. you thought about it. “Sushi?” (if you don’t like sushi imagine it’s pizza then” he smiled and called the restaurant. He ordered a bunch of things.

The doorbell rang and Chris stood up to open the door. It was Sebastian and Lizzie with your stuff. “Hey sweetheart, are you doing a little better?” Sebastian asked you and gave you a quick kiss on your head. “not yet but I will be. I’m getting the best of care here.” You smiled gratefully at Chris who got a little flustered himself. “We got your stuff and… got you something on our way here.” Lizzie told you. She got a big teddy bear into your view which made you giggle grateful. Sebastian held a paper bag in front of you. “And….. we got you all the good snacks we could find!” he told cheerfully which made you giggle. “Thank you, you guys are the best. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys.” You looked down. “Oh stop it. We know why you didn’t tell us. Ben and Paul told us.” You felt a little relieved that you didn’t have to tell them. “Just know we’re here for you and we’ll never look at you different! We’ll help wherever we can and take care of you if you need and want us to.” Sebastian said with a soft smile.

“I really want to hug you but I can’t get up at the moment.” You told them sheepishly. They smiled and came up to you to give you a big hug. “Take care of my girlfriend or you’ll be in big trouble.” Lizzie pointed at Chris and laughed a little but was still serious. “I will ma’am.” Chris held his arms up in defends. You chuckled at there antics. “We’ll see you soon love.” Seb said and gave you a last head kiss before he left.

After they left the food came and Chris laid everything out on the table and gave you the tv remote. You put on a comedy, since it always made you feel a little better.” When you both finished dinner you cuddled up to Chris’s side. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Especially you. I was just scared.” He looked down at you with a little sympathy. “I know sweetheart but I know now, and now I can help you. I’ll always be there for you. Never doubt that!” You nodded and cuddled up into his side. you felt into a slumber and Chris forgot about the movie, He was mesmerized by you. He just looked at your peaceful form with a soft smile on his face.

He took you upstairs and laid you down in his bed. You stirred a little and grabbed Chris’s hand. “Please stay with me?” he smiled softly at you and walked to the other side of the bed crawling in. You turned around so you could face him. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.” you looked him in the eyes and felt butterflies going through your stomach. “Everything for you bubba. I love you.” He told you. Your eyes got big at his confession and once he realized what he said he started to panic. “You love me?” you asked him softly. He looked down in thought and then up to you again.

“yes, since the day I met you. it just got more and more with every day. I love everything about you Y/N. The way you talk. The way you crunch your nose when you doubt something. The way you raise your eyebrows in concentration when you read. The way your eyes light up at the little things that make you happy. I love everything about you. I love you.”

You felt your eyes tear up at his confession. “I love you too Chris so much.” Chris let out his breath that he was subconsciously holding in. He placed his hand on your cheek while you both got closer to each other. You felt his soft lips on yours. At first it was soft until you felt his tongue on your lips for excess which you gladly gave him. He explored your mouth and you his. He pulled you closer to him and you could feel his heart racing against your own chest. The kiss got less heated as he gave you pecks on your lips. And after that all over your face which made you giggle. “Please let me take care of you this whole week.” He asked you. “Gladly.” You told him which made him smile.

He pulled you closer and tucked your head underneath his chin. “We’ll go day by day. And slowly get you on your feet again. But for now. We’ll have a relaxing week okay. Don’t you worry about a thing Baby.” You smiled against his chest of the nice words leaving his lips meaning every word. You nodded and curled up more into his side. while he held you close, drifting off in a peaceful sleep

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello Steph!! Your blog is INCREDIBLE. I've been addicted to this blog since I started following it. I'm a bit late to the fandom, but still.... And honestly I do think I love the fandom and the fics infinitely more than the entire show. Shout out to all the writers of the fandom.

Anyway I wanted to ask if you would have any Ben and Martin fics?

Hey Lovely!

Thank you so much for your kind words!! I'm so happy you enjoy your time here!!!! This makes my heart so happy!

Ah, I have a few! ONE I have read and bookmarked because it was a gift to me and I love it so, and the rest are MFLs! If anyone wants to add more, please do!!

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The A.G.R.A. Complex by SilentAuror (E, 19,563 w., 1 Ch. || Freebatch RPF || Brain Injury, Reality/Sherlock Crossover, Altered Perceptions, Angst, Motorcycle Accident, Sherlock is a Coma-Dream, Martin POV) – Martin Freeman wakes from a brief coma during which he dreamed the entire Sherlock series. As he recovers from his brain injuries, he has trouble distinguishing between reality and the Sherlock universe in his dream. This impacts his relationships with both Amanda, whom he cannot stop seeing as A.G.R.A., and his friend and sometime colleague Benedict, who is Sherlock to his John. Part 1 of The A.G.R.A. Complex

In His Image by daasgrrl (E, 26,942 w., 8 Ch. || RPF / Actors Meet Characters AU || Ben/John & Sherlock/Martin, General Absurdity, Meta Fic, Abuse of Canon, Post TRF) – In which a rather different John Watson returns to London, runs into an old friend, and meets someone new. As usual. When the subject of Sherlock comes up, things start getting complicated.

Always Through the Changing by SilentAuror (E, 27,345 w., 1 Ch. || Freebatch RPF || Kids, Open Infidelity, Post Sherlock, POV Martin, Happy Ending) – Set eight years after the events of Having Your Cake, a dramatic change in Benedict's life changes circumstances between himself and Martin in a way that will affect not only their relationship, but the lives of the people around them as well. Part 3 of The A.G.R.A. Complex

Dissecting the Universe by Enterthetadpole (E, 32,990+ w., 26/30 Ch. || WiP || Freebatch || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Conflicted Martin, Patient Ben, Supportive Sophie, Behind the Scenes Filming S5, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut) – Series Four of Sherlock and so much pain has left what Benedict and Martin had in nothing but ruins. However, perhaps things can change if a series of events occur to make everything good, bad and unspoken float back up to the surface.

Having Your Cake by SilentAuror (E, 44,615 w., 1 Ch. || Freebatch RPF || POV Martin, Open Infidelity, HLV/TAB Filming, Jealousy, Angst, Drama, Hotel Sex, Twitter) – Set four years after Martin's temporary brain injury that caused his universe to shift between reality and his coma dream of the Sherlock universe, Martin's history with Benedict comes back to haunt them both as they attempt to make sense of the relationship between their characters during the filming of His Last Vow. They are forced to face the question of whether they're interpreting the scripts objectively or are biased because of their personal history. As Martin deals with the difficulty of separating real life from fiction, he also has to make a decision that will affect the rest of his life as he knows it. Part 2 of The A.G.R.A. Complex

Method Act by splix (E, 136,749 w., 20 Ch. || RPF / Actors Meet Characters AU || Bodyswap, Pseudoscience, Magic, Light BDSM, Assorted Actors / Characters, Non-Con Bondage, Non-Sexual Bondage, Implied Relationships, Stalking, Kidnapping, Implied / Referenced Incest) – Something very strange keeps happening at 7:35 PM.

[danny-pino-group-therapy]

Benedict Cumberbatch Smut

All of my Ben C smut that I found links for is found here. 18+ only!

“The Club” A nice night in the club leads to an awesome night at home… 

“Happy Birthday Darling” Ben has wined and dined you now its time for a little dessert. 

“The Game" You’re in a particularly sexy mood tonight. 

"Are You Sure" It’s a big moment in a girls life, Ben takes it slow and sweet.

"Valentines Day Surprise" A romantic evening with a dirty ending. 

"I Own You" Ben is in the mood for some dominant fun tonight. 

"Do As You’re Told” You are interrupted while having a little fun. 

“Benedict, not Ben…” Sweet and loving Ben is gone, but powerful Benedict has returned 

“Yes Sir” Dominant Benedict makes a return. 

“A Morning Treat" A little morning shower fun with Benedict. 

"Good Morning, Did I startle You?" It’s Ben’s turn to have a little dirty clean fun.

"Welcome Home!" After three weeks away Benedict is starving for your.

"Lets have fun!" After a night of partying you try to seduce Ben away from his work. 

"A Powerful Storm” Ben is in a hardcore mood tonight.

“Ride Me” After an argument between Ben and I a little makeup sex helps. 

“A Stressful Day" Ben is very stressed but thankfully he has you to help him out. 

"Make Up Sex” A great makeup sex smut.

“The New Nighty" You bought a new sexy nighty for Ben but he is stuck at work, he finds a way to get home early.

"Ben! I’m Pregnant!" A journey from conception to birth. 

"The Sultry Villain” You land a guest star spot on Sherlock along side your boyfriend Benedict.

“I Know How To Make You Feel Better” You’re feeling low today but Ben knows how to cheer you up.

“Lesson Learned?” After a night of drinking you come home to an angry Benedict, what will he do…

“The Morning After” A follow up to “Lesson Learned?”

“The Test” Part three to “Lesson Learned”

“Intermission” Just a little anniversary celebration

“Shaky Hands” It’s your and Ben’s first time as a couple

“Text Tease” You love toying with Benedict, but just how much can he take?

“We Should Have Done That Sooner” This picks up immediately following “The Tease”

“My Plans” Celebrating a wonderful anniversary with Benedict over dinner but dinner isn’t the only plans he has for you ;)

“The Corset” After some new shopping your are feeling very sexy tonight, what should you do to Ben tonight?

“Benedict’s Game” Ben loves to start you up in the mornings and leave you for the day, by the days end and he comes home you are nearly ready to pounce on him.

“Dirty Phone Call” A little sexting never hurts.

“An Erotic Adventure” A little treat for Benedict when he comes home after being gone for three weeks.

“Teasing on the Couch” A little bit of a teasing foreplay never hurts anyone.

“Keep it Professional” Being sent to London to cover a party that happens to have Benedict Cumberbatch on the guest list could be freaking amazing… if you didn’t have to keep it professional.

“The Taxi Foray” Teasing Ben in the taxi leads to an AMAZING night!

“The First Time” A delicate first time is shared between you and Ben.

“I Don’t Want To Hurt You” First time with Ben smut, major age difference and Ben is afraid that he might hurt you.

“I Had No Idea” You surprise Ben with a bit of fantasy of yours in the bedroom

“Let’s Bake a Cake” Trying to bake a cake turns into a sexy foray in the kitchen.

“Again? Already?” A tasteful virgin fic between Ben and the reader.

“UMQRA!” Ben’s teasing is relentless and he won’t give in until you say the special word…

“The Blogger” A cumbersmut collective by onebuttscratcher, kcolrehssemloh, thedreamingdinosaur

“He Shoots, She Scores” Ben has been watching the World Cup all weekend, it’s time for you to have a little attention. The only problem is how will you get him away from the game and play yours instead

“Cherry Lollipop” The longest and dirtiest smut ever. It’s a sexual day for you and Ben, what does he have in mind and how long will you both last.

“The Penthouse Surprise” After a time away Ben comes home and things get heated…follow “The Ladies and Gentlemen Network” and I’ll post the rest of the story.

“Benedict and Ice” A nice smut after a hot day…

“Benedict Cumberbatch in ‘Can’t Keep it Inside.’” After a night of drinks and fun things get a little funny in the bedroom.

“A Quick Break” A visit to the studios gets interesting when you and Ben have a little fun.

“The Punishment” Being naughty before Ben arrives home gets you in a bit a trouble with him. (Part 2)

“The Suit” Ben is dressed to nines tonight after an event. Every girl is crazy about a sharp dressed man.

"The GQ Suit” We all know that suit. We all know what we want to do to him in that cover photo suit.

The Tease

“The Woman in Red” 

“Another Shower Smut”

“Hands”

Random Smut for Anon

“Birthday Dinner” You give Ben a birthday celebration he won’t soon forget.

“Rough Day” A ficlet for a fluffy end to a rough day.

“On The Couch”

“The Date Night” My first attempt at smut.

Fluff/Smut

“One More Chance" Makeup sex is the best…

"Ben! I’m Pregnant!" A journey from conception to birth.

"My Plans” Celebrating a wonderful anniversary with Benedict over dinner but dinner isn’t the only plans he has for you.

“The Interview” Ben says some really lovely things at an interview and when he gets home and you ask him about it, a simple kiss gets heated.

“The Rose” You attend the Hay Festival with Benedict and try to wake him up after a very tiring day.

[lokiskitten]

!! SEEKING FOR A RP PARTNER !!

Marvel, Star Wars...

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[ Hello, I am currently in quest of finding a serious, open minded and invested roleplay partner who would be willing to entertain double rps depending on my mood ( I won’t necessarily ask you for a rp if I’m not feeling like handling two of them ). If interested, make sure to check the infos below and read one of my fics to get a peek of my writing style! ]

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RULES :

No god moding. The plot is to be discussed and agreed on together. Communication is also key, so don’t ever hesitate to share your ideas/opinions.

Smut is allowed, and I tend to be comfortable with most topics so don’t hesitate to come up to me with any “taboo” subjects you’ve been afraid to ask for from anyone. Judgment isn’t a thing with me.

OCs are heavily welcome, but please remain rational. I’m extremely attached to realism, and tend to keep things and events logical whenever I write.

Please be literate. I expect one paragraph or more, especially as I tend to write a lot and give much efforts into my answers.

Now that you went through my rules, allow me to present the characters I would have muse for/once portrayed in my writer background or would be willing to give them a shot! :3

CHARACTERS ( classed under their actor ) :

Tom Hiddleston :

Loki Laufeyson | any version

Thomas Sharpe | Crimson Peak

James Conrad | Kong : skull island

Dr. Robert Laing | High Rise

Jonathan Pine | The night manager

Captain James Nicholls | War Horse

Tom Hiddleston himself | young and old

Benedict Cumberbatch :

Doctor Stephen Strange | mcu

Sherlock Holmes | Sherlock

Benedict Cumberbatch himself

Cillian Murphy :

Thomas Shelby | Peaky Blinders

Jonathan Crane | Batman begins

Lenny Miller | Anna

Timekeeper Raymond Leon | Time Out

Sebastian Stan :

Bucky Barnes | mcu

Mickey | Monday

Lee Bodecker | the devil all the time

Sebastian Stan himself

Lance Tucker | the bronze

Steve Kemp | fresh

Michael Fassbender :

David8 | Prometheus/Covenant

Erik Lensherr | x-men franchise

Brandon Sullivan | shame

Adam Driver :

Ben Solo/Kylo Ren | Star Wars sequels

Flip Zimmerman | blackkklansman

Charlie Barber | marriage story

Jacques le Gris | the last duel

Additional characters :

Michael Gray | Peaky Blinders

Harry Osborn, both version | spider man, TASM

Andrew Garfield’s spider man | TASM

Henry Bowers | IT

Michael Langdon | AHS : apocalypse

Billy Hargrove | stranger things

King Louis XVI | the man in the iron mask

Jim Mason | the tribes of Palos Verdes

Alex Summers | X-men franchise

Mysterio | spider man : far from home

President Loki | Loki series

Anakin Skywalker | Star Wars prequels

Thandruil | the hobbit

Legolas | LOTR and the hobbit

Din Djarin | the mandalorian

Michael Scofield | prison break

Achilles | Troy

Norman Bates | psycho

Jaime Lannister | game of thrones

And probably more, so don’t hesitate to ask! ( mostly marvel, Star Wars, Games of Thrones, etc... )

Genres I like :

- romance

- drama

- action

- science fiction

- daily life issues ( if that makes sense lol )

- horror/thrillers

- medieval

[ Thank you so much for taking time to browse through these infos! Please don’t be afraid to message me, I promise I don’t bite. Take care :3 ]

[fanficshiddles]

There are only a couple of good Benedict Cumberbatch fanfic writers, and I am not exactly a big fan of Tom Hiddleston (but I absolutely adore him!!!) however I read almost all of your fics! Ben's in BDTRH and DTRH, I was wondering if you could write about him justttt a little more? It's ok if not, the story's about Tom after all. But you can see how desperate I am lol. Love your writing by the way! 🥺❤️❤️

I'm surprised to hear there's not many Cumberbatch writers! I thought there would've been heaps.

He does appear in a few of my fics. He is one of my favourites. It depends on what i'm writing and if it calls for more guys in it or not etc.

In the next two i'm writing there isn't any Ben unfortunately. But I'm more than certain he will be in another fic again in the future.

And thank you very much!