Ooooo how would any/all of the boys react to turning 40???
*Sigh* 40 is a damn fine age. Please accept these snaccs:
Charlie Barber: Henry's all set up to stay with his cousins for the week so you two can get away to the little villa he's booked in Tuscany for the two of you. You'll have the whole time to drink red wine, make homemade pasta, and fuck in the sunshine on the deck off the master bedroom.
Clyde Logan: He feels so damn lucky to be alive, to be with you. Growin' up with Jimmy, two tours in Iraq, all his adventures and misadventures, and he's finally settled down with you and happy as can be. All he wants is to sit with ya on the porch swing and watch the sunset with a beer in hand—but he won't say no to the butterscotch cake ya baked him.
Adam Sackler: Can't really believe he's fuckin' forty. He promises to put some of his commercial money in an IRA and take enough of a break from acting for a little staycation to fuck on every surface of your apartment together.
Flip Zimmerman: You sure you don't want to have a baby, sugar?
Phillip Altman: Perpetual man child. He offers to get matching cougar tattoos with you.
Rick Smolan: Motorcycle tour of Vietnam together, letting you take photos on his DSLR while you ride on the back of his bike.
Ronnie Peterson: Cabo San Lucas with you and all your friends. He wants to drink daiquiris, sing karaoke, and maybe get a sunburn at a nude beach!
Warnings: Stalking, dark Rick Smolan, obsessive behaviour, voyeurism, non-consensual voyeurism, non-con, drugging, drugs, sleep aids, darkfic, dead dove do not eat
Summary: Rick finally has you where he wants you. Somewhat of a continuation to my previous Stalker!Rick from Whumpmas.
Alternate: Sensory Overload
Rick leans over your sleeping form, allowing his nose to brush your temple. Your natural scent, free of any perfumes or lotions fills his nostrils and greedily he pulls the intoxicating smell to his lungs. It smells like all good things wrapped in one; something he has spent his entire life chasing after and now he has it here, in his bed.
Finally.
He can’t believe his plan worked and you are here, sleeping soundly in his bed and not waking up anytime soon. He has all the time in the world to explore you to his fullest.
He was so worried you wouldn’t like the muffins he prepared or you wouldn’t join him in his apartment but everything went better than expected. And once you began feeling woozy, like a gentleman Rick offered you his bed. You were out cold before the lock clicked on the door, sealing you in from the outside.
Watching you like this, curled up and beautiful, Rick almost feels like he is on sensory overload. He is unable to decide what to begin with.
His eyes dance on the exposed skin your rolled-up shirt provides him. It looks soft and smooth and inviting. He’s going to love gazing upon your clothed and naked flesh for years to come. He’s going to have so many pictures of you like this like he has dreamt. Rick's hand itches to grab his camera to get started already but he ignores it in favor of watching you.
But then again the skin peeking out teases him and urges him to have a taste. A lick of his tongue against it. A peck, just to feel how soft your skin really is. Do you taste as good as your scent alludes to? Or even better, he wonders from his position hovering over your body.
Rick doubts a touch of his lips on your skin would be enough. He wants to run his hands all over, feel all the bumps and grooves, smooth out any tense muscles and make them butter in his hands. He’s gotten quite good at massages, he bets you’d love one of those from him. It would also be the perfect way to wrap his thighs around your bum, feel it wiggle against his groin. Oh yes, he’d like that.
The only downside to your unconscious form is that he can’t hear you. Well, that’s not entirely true. He hears your soft breathing, consoling him that he didn’t dose the muffins too hard, but it’s not the same as hearing you talk to him, laugh with him, converse with him. He misses your voice already but once you wake up, Rick is sure you have plenty to talk about.
After all, you have time with each other. And time means long conversations, lingering touches and sweet exploration of your body and mind.
“Mhmm,” You roll to your side and Rick leans over, ghosting his lips on your temple and a large hand down your spine. It’s not time for you to wake up yet.
“Sleep, sweetness, sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he murmurs low and nearly vibrates with joy when you snuggle into his pillow with a soft smile, the slumber claiming you once more. He grins victoriously, allowing himself to kiss your neck. Touch and taste, he’ll start with those. The rest will come later.
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
(💌 from princessxkenobi)
Hi sweetheart! 💕
First off, I’m so so so sorry it took me this long to answer this. Life and insecurities go in the way. I also had a really hard time choosing five, because all my fics are my babies, but I narrowed it down to these:
Notes: here’s another @writer-wednesday blurb! i hope it’s enjoyable!
He’s bundled up, turtle neck to his ears and coat pulled close over top. Snowflakes are settling into strands of his hair as one gloved hand squeezes yours. Rick is happy to be here. Happy that you begged him to take a break, to go with you somewhere new, somewhere fun. Just the two of you. He’s got his camera bag attached to his hip— just in case something strikes his fancy.
this walk is what you needed. you needed the time to reconnect with him, he’s gone so often these days. It seems as if you can’t even enjoy the time he is home. He spends it spread out on the sofa, finding the best images from his recent voyages. Or he spends it developing photos of you, the photos he’ll more than likely tuck into his suitcases to remember you by. But he’s here now, his hand tucked tightly into yours. Rick flashes the prettiest smile at you, pushes his glasses up on his nose just a bit. “it’s a bit cold out here.” you mumble to him, his hand leaving yours to wrap an arm around your waist.
Rick loves you, he always has. ever since he’s met you. You’ve given him a reason to keep going, to treasure every moment of his life. He can hardly wait each day to close the lid on his laptop and curl you close to his body and hold you in his arms for as long as you’ll let him. and now he gets to love you here, on a trip for just the two of you. he gets to love you in this small little town in Europe that you will treasure for years to come. He’ll get to think of the days you spent here, sitting by the fire in the room of your bed and breakfast. he’ll get to think of the morning kisses you shared. he’ll think of your bare skin pressed against his, too hot for clothing even if there’s a chill settling into your bones from the open window. and he’ll have that photo of you stashed into his bags. your body draped in swaths of sheets and a thick duvet over your calves. he’ll have that photo of the swells of your breasts, the dimples in your back, the curves of your spine— he’ll have these memories of you, whether you keep them or not.
There’s a cafe not too far from where you’re walking, it’s covered in a thin layer of snow— wreaths holding snowflake after snowflake as he pushes the door open for you. “order us some hot chocolate?” he asks as he grabs out his camera, “just give me one second.” he kisses your cheek and watches you walk up to the counter. and maybe he steps out into the street to snap a photo of the view. the storefronts he’ll always wants to treasure. and he can see you in the corner, through the window of the cafe. you’re ordering for the both of you and he doesn’t know if he’s been more in love than he is right now.
Adam Driver as Rick Smolan, ears peeking from beneath long windblown waves, brow furrowed & eyes narrowed in quiet concern behind his glasses, mouth framing a reply, bearded chin tipped up in mild challenge.
A friend, indeed.
He's going to find a way to help her that respects what she wants, while still giving her the help she needs, and he's not going to let her chase him away.
By this point in the journey, Rick knows Robyn is strong, intelligent, capable, stubborn, and that her "problem with people" isn't necessarily personal; she just genuinely prefers solitude. It's the first time we hear him say it out loud, though, and she acknowledges the fact with a cute scrunch of her nose and no apology whatsoever.
Robyn is planning the next stage of her journey, which will take her on a two month trek through the driest, loneliest stretch of her long journey. Buoyed with confidence from her success so far, she's dismissive of the need to travel with another person, but Rick is worried enough to confront her about it. You can see the concern in his face in the way his brow is scrunched, the muscles around his eyes tight, narrowing them. He knows she's almost certainly going to refuse, no matter what he says, but he still tries. His chin is lifted in mild defiance as he gazes down his nose in speculation, carefully considering how to phrase his statement in the hopes that he might possibly convince her to allow Mr. Eddy, an aboriginal elder, to go with her.
When she still won't relent, Rick counters with a different way to help; he'll make a thousand mile detour, driving ahead along her intended route, and leave drums of water at specific locations, just in case she can't find any on her own. It's a brilliant compromise, alleviating Rick's anxiety about the extreme scarcity of water in this part of the desert while still respecting Robyn's need for solitude, and she is sincerely grateful to accept his offer.
It's a beautiful little scene, quiet and understated like so much of the film, even though it's full of conflict, and they both end up walking away with a deeper understanding, and trust, of each other.
Photo used for reference was a screencap of "Tracks" taken and shared by the very generous and talented vanshots on twitter.
About 10.5 hours of painting time. I briefly considered doing this one in color, especially since Adam was in green, but chose not to for simplicity's sake. I've done a lot of color work recently, and wanted to just play in the monochrome box for a bit.
