#and now I’m in my 20s and rewrote it but actually

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

What is ur fav fic that you have ever written?

I’ve literally had this ask sitting in my inbox for two years because I wanted to wait a bit to revise my original lotr fanfic that I wrote when I was a teen

Behold, this shit actually updated and revised now as an adult because of, well, spite I guess idk

[pdpenpals]

omg wait i had the biggest crush on garroth growing up, could you write something for pdh garroth? I don't want to steal the confession idea from the other anon but the idea of garroth giving a letter after going 'oh wow I'm late for baseball practice haha! come see me after you read that!--' is so cute

OMG

YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT THIS REMINDS ME OF

THIS VIDEO FOR SOME REASON

also did you know i actually rewrote my own science notes digitally from last year for this request’s header

lol, hope you like it, nonnie! this one's built a little different for the sake of the #narrative.

sir raymond (he insists you use his nickname) always has an unhinged tale or two from his youth (he’s still in his mid-20s) up his sleeve, but the class doesn’t mind it with how he always manages to link it back to earth science, your last class of the week (well, before club period). he graduated from the university bordering phoenix drop, and he’s currently reminiscing about how he and his mates used to cling to its outer gates and hover above the sidewalk on the way there to avoid getting their clothes soaked by the flood whenever it rained (even just a little bit). it hasn’t improved for that area in ru’aun, but it’s always been like that. he should be getting back on topic in 3…2…

your train of thought is interrupted by garroth getting up from the table next to you when a senior pops by the classroom window and makes some motion that only the two of them understand. the class is used to it by now, so he’s able to quietly excuse himself and leave early for varsity duties. before you know it, his figure disappears down the hallway, basking in the afternoon sun. you’re about to chase after him to return the notebook he’s just left behind, but your name written slightly bigger than usual catches your eye.

you almost get caught zoning out when turning a page of his notebook reveals something you’re sure you’re not supposed to see. your cheeks heat up and your heart starts racing.

I’m pretending to be taking down notes, but really, I’m just writing this. Don’t get mad?

Anyway, so so sorry I can’t stick around again this period! Would it be alright to take a look at your notes during lunch period after intrams? I should be able to free up my schedule around that time now that the team doesn’t need me around when there’s no practice. The guilt is seriously eating me alive by relying on you more than I should for Earth Sci, can you not decline the next time I offer to make it up to you?

Speaking of, you should head over to the gym after club. I think the rest of the varsity teams need another pair of eyes to get them to work faster, and so we can finish event prep early. Your friends should be there too, I think? Still, I’d be happy to show you around myself! I can help you fend off anyone if they decide to annoy you.

Irene help me, I feel Sir’s stare on me right now. I’m definitely next to be called on for a question. But thanks to the Divine (I hope so), I can hear my team captain about to round the corner of the hallway outside and call me out for practice and intrams. Hope you don’t get called in my stead. Seriously. Now that’d be another thing to apologize for.

Getting off track now. Anyway! Really hope you’ll drop by later. Your company’s always welcome and such a delight to ha

Today’s To-Do:

🗹 Intrams, Log Committee

☐ ████ Application

🗹 Lunch @ Courtyard

☐ Look up ██████ & ██. ████

☐ Just confess already (keep it casual, it’s not that hard! — L.) (later after club then?)

[beesspacedotorg]

hai bee so i know i did an ask the other day that was similar like jisung x desperate reader, both being desperate and whatnot buuuuut i want to know ur opinion onnnn minho with a very desperate reader ���🩷🙏

hihi. Sorry this sat for so long. I was busy being mentaly ill and stuff. Uh. If this is mid. No it's not. I rewrote this twenty times and I have about 10 different versions of this in google docs.

this isn't very long, but I put it below the cut for flavor and spice. uh. degradation. spanking? idk.

The two of  you are supposed to be watching a movie.You don’t remember the name or the plot or who the lead actor is, all you do remember is that Minho sent you a picture of himself in these sinful gray sweats while he was at dance practice and you spent a good thirty minutes staring at it and drooling. The picture wasn’t even meant to be anything, he put on a stupid ass filter and was making a dumbass face but all you could see was his dick.

He’s wearing a different, clean, pair of gray sweats now, and all you can see is his dick. He taps your leg and you jump a clean 20 feet into the air.

“What the fuck was that for?!” “Jagiya,” he’s pouting at you like the baby he is, “you’re not even watching the movie. Weren’t you excited for it?” You were. But that’s in the past, currently, you’re excited for nothing but your boy’s dick. Your eyes aren’t subtle in their ogling, but unlike you, Minho was watching the movie, so it takes him a second to realize, and when he does, you can feel the smirk he aims at you even though your eyes are locked on his lower half.

“I see.” He puts his finger under your chin to tilt your head up. “Do you want something else?” You nod at him, mouth watering at the thought. He pats his lap and you move to straddle him before being adjusted.

“This isn’t-”

“Hmm? It isn’t what? Did you not want this?” He has you straddling his thigh, and you know he’s feeling particularly mean because he just laughs at your pout.

“I wanted your dick, Minho. Wanted you to fill me up.”

“And I wanted to finish this movie. I guess neither of us are gonna get what we want, jagi.” You whine at him, lip jutting forward in a move that’s only ever halfway effective, and it seems today is no different because he lands a quick swat to your ass with the command to move, and you do, because if you don’t you’re not getting anything.

He adjusts himself slightly so you have a better angle when you grind down on his thigh, but it’s not what you wanted and you can feel yourself getting more and more frustrated with each pass.

“Minho, please.”

“Please what?”

“I want your cock, please, I’ve been good.” He hums at you.

“Have you?” Your breath catches in your throat. “It seems to me that you’re a needy slut who can’t wait for a goddamned movie to finish before jumping my bones.”

“That’s not-”

“Isn’t it?” His voice is mean when he says it, and if you couldn’t see the stain he was making on his sweatpants, you would believe he’s actually unaffected. “What’s the main character’s name then, jagi? Tell me and you’ll get my cock.”

“Minho! That’s not fair, I want- I want-” He mocks you, repeating your words in a high pitched voice.

“It’s not fair? What’s not fair is me coming home from a long, long day, and you wanting me to fuck you. I’m tired, jagi.” He pouts at you, but when your knee accidentally grazes his cock he has to choke back a moan.

“I’ll ride you. I’ll- I’ll do the work. Minho, please.” Your eyes well with tears and through your blurry vision you can see him roll his eyes.

“Will you? Or will you get tired halfway through and force me to take over?”

“I won’t! I won’t!”

“I don’t believe you.” You let out a short wail, hands hitting his chest in your frustration and suddenly he has your hips in an iron grip, stopping you from moving at all.

“Wait, that was an accident, I didn’t-” Your protests fall on deaf ears because you’re being flipped onto your stomach over his knee and a hand is cracking down sharp on your ass.

“You should learn to be grateful for what I give you instead of being a desperate whore.”

[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter 4

no chapter warnings! also i’m aware i’m missing a lottt of the guys out such as aj and logan and the other miw guys we see in rick's vlogs AND IM SORRY i just don’t know them well enough to include in the story :) just pretend they’re there in the background somewhere doing something stupid

i rewrote this chapter three times :/ also i'm trying to figure out a posting schedule... i'm thinking fridays and mondays :)

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“Jeez, it was only three hours but my ass really hurts!” Folio moaned, as everyone was stood waiting to collect their luggage. 

The flight here was nowhere near as bad as the guys’ London flight which you were grateful for. You were sat on an end next to Jolly, who was almost left behind by Matt on the way to the airport. In the end, Ash couldn’t come, to which Noah seemed quite upset by, but he had a family emergency so everybody understood. So it was just you, Bryan, Matt, Nick, Nicholas, Jolly and Noah in the end.

“I’m so tired.” You groaned, leaning against Folio, “I would’ve fallen asleep on the plane if it wasn’t for Jolly humming to some songs the whole way here.” 

“Hey, is that yours?” Matt asked and reached out for your suitcase, checking the name tag. 

“Dad Omens are back,” Bryan chuckled, “oh there’s Ruffilo’s!” 

You were stood around for about half an hour collecting your suitcases, and of course Matt’s came out last. When you finally passed security and made it out of the airport, Noah got a call. 

“Guys, it’s Chris,” he said before answering, “Hello?”

“Hey, I just got your text! Where are you guys?”

“We’re outside now, waiting for the cab to take us to the hotel. Where are you?”

“We’re on the bus on the way to the hotel, hey why don’t I ask if we can come and get you?”

“Are you sure?” Noah raised his eyebrows.  

“Of course! We should have room for you guys, you won't have to worry about trying to fit all your things in a cab!” 

“You have a point there… We don't have a bus until tomorrow because we changed our flight at such short notice, so if you don’t mind...” 

“Of course not! We’ll be there in no time.”

“Thanks, man.” Noah said with a smile, hanging up. “Chris is organising for them to pick us up so that should only be about 20 minutes.” 

“Only?!” You frowned. 

“The time will pass, we’ll be in our rooms in no time.” Noah smiled as he stretched his arms.

“Oh shit the rooms!” Matt’s eyes almost bulged out of his head, rushing to reach into his pocket for his phone. “Noah why the fuck did you change the flight. This has messed everything up!” 

“Why is it my fault? I didn’t think you guys would’ve wanted to rush around tomorrow when we landed and have to set everything up in one day without a break. I was prioritising us for once, now that we’ve got the money to do so.” 

“Yeah but we’re not made of cash, Noah! We’ve budgeted for this whole tour and just about made it so we don’t lose any money-”

“Matt…” Noah tried to interject. 

“So I’m sorry if I was actually being realistic!” 

“Matt-” He tried again. 

“I’m just sick of this shit every time we go on tour! There’s always something that goes wrong and-”

“Matt, if you'd shut your mouth for two seconds I was going to tell you I called the hotel the other night and extended our stay. Our rooms are booked for tonight too.” 

Suddenly, Matt was silent. Everyone else stood around in silence as Noah ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

“So I hope you got the fucking numbers right this time.” Noah said before sitting down on the ground by the edge of the road, stretching his legs out. 

Matt looks on his phone to check the booking, but makes a puzzled face. 

“Wait…” He frowns, “there’s… 7 of us, that can’t be…”

“What?” You ask, your tone coming across more harsh than you intended. 

“I cancelled Ash’s room when he called… but he was supposed to share with Noah- Fuck!”

“What does that mean?” Nicholas asked. 

“I have 3 rooms booked.” Matt explained, “one of them has three smaller beds- that was for me, Jolly and Bryan. Then there was 2 with 2 double beds, which was for Nicholas and Folio and the other one for y/n as it was all they had available”

Unbeknownst to you, Folio gave Nicholas a smirk as he suggested, 

“So if theres no other way, Noah could either share a bed with Ruffilo again or stay with y/n?” 

"Just when I thought our bed sharing days are over," Nicholas chuckled, "it would make sense to share the room with y/n though, wouldn't it?"

“I guess that works,” Matt said, “But only if you’re happy to do that, y/n? Otherwise I’ll ask the motionless guys, I don’t think Justin's sharing with anyone?” 

“Is that okay?” Noah asked, looking up at you.

“I guess,” you smiled, “It should be okay, it’s only for two nights, right?”

“That’s right, tonight and tomorrow, then the night after that we’re on the bus, baby!” Matt clapped, earning a groan from Folio. 

Noah’s phone vibrates on the ground, and as he picks it up he realises it’s from Chris. 

“Hey, Chris just said they’re a couple minutes away, we better start walking down.”

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“It’s so great to see you again! I've been counting down the days to this tour.” Chris grinned as he helped load the bus with the suitcases and bags. “How are you guys?” 

“Tired,” Matt says, handing him another bag, “our flight got delayed by a couple hours so we should’ve been here sooner.” 

“That’s the joys of travelling, my friend.” Chris smiles, and you wheel your suitcase over to him, “oh, I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Chris,” he says, extending a heavily tattooed hand towards you, “I shout and sing for Motionless in White.” 

“Great to meet you!” You grinned, “I’m y/n, I’m a photographer. I guess you could say I’m Bryan’s apprentice for the next few months, I’ve never toured before so I’m here to get some experience and learn some things.”

“No way! Wait…” Chris looked at Bryan and Matt and then back to you, “Our photographer can’t join us until the third date of tour, so if you’re available I’d love to steal you, or even Bryan if you don’t feel ready yet?” 

“Really?” You looked between all the guys, as if to ask for permission, “I’d love to! Once I know what I’m doing, of course!” 

Everyone began to get on the bus, greeting the other guys who were currently either playing a game or on their phones, except for two guys near the back who were talking to a camera. 

“Guys I have solved our photographer dilemma!” Chris proudly announced as he got onto the bus, “Y/n’s filling in for the first three days!”

“Hi.” You smile awkwardly as you follow behind Chris, the first guy you spotted had bright green hair and was tall! Perhaps even taller than Noah. 

“I’m Justin, great to meet you.” He says as he sits down with a bright smile, “how was the flight?”

“It was bearable,” you said, sitting down opposite him, “are you the… bassist?”

“Yep!” He nodded. You wanted to say you recognised him from another band, but you felt rather embarrassed that you couldn't remember the bands name...

“Cool! I don’t really know much about your band, I’ve heard a few songs and they’re sick! I know there’s also a Ricky…” 

“That’s him! The one with the camera.” Justin pointed to a guy with short black hair, the one who had the camera which he was now pointing at a guy with brown hair with red streaks, who somewhat resembled Timothee Chalamet. “Rick thinks he’s a youtuber, he vlogs our tours and posts them if he can be arsed to edit it. If he asks you for an update, say no and get away as soon as you can!” He laughed.

“Okay,” you smile, “thanks.”

“There’s also… you've met Chris, that’s Ryan over there! The handsome one talking to Noah, he plays guitar. And then there’s Vinny, the one sat with Rick, he’s our drummer boy, aren’t you Vin?!” 

Vinny looked over and when you thought he was about to say something, he held up his middle finger instead. 

“I should also mention Ricky plays guitar, he does vocals on some songs too, and so do I occasionally.” Justin adds, and so far you were growing quite fond of him, “So you're a photographer?”

“I guess-”

“You guess?” Bryan laughed as he sat down beside you. “You wouldn’t be here if you ‘guessed’ you were, you’re sick, y/n. Give yourself some credit!” 

You smiled, looking down at your hands in your lap. 

“Guys, I’ve accidentally gotten us invited to this party at a club tomorrow night,” Chris announced to the bus, “Does anyone even want to go? I don’t think I’ll go but-”

“Hell yeah,” Vin nodded, “can I DJ again?”

“I mean you could ask. They might not approve of your DJ name though.” Rick laughed, putting his camera down. “I’ll probably sit this one out, I have shit to do.” 

“I’ll go,” you smile, “it’s been some time since I’ve had a night out. Bryan, you'll come too, right?” 

"Yeah why not!"

“Are you sure this is a good idea? We play our first show the next day?” Noah asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.  

“No one’s making you go,” you tell him, “I think it'll be fun... You’ll come too, won’t you, Folio?” 

“Yeah, sure!” He grinned. 

Eventually, it was settled that Ryan, Vinny, Folio, Bryan and you would all be going to this party. You couldn’t help but notice that Noah seemed quite pissed on the way back to the hotel, he didn’t look up from his phone once, and didn’t even bother to join in the conversations everyone was having. 

Once you got to the hotel and got off the bus, Noah handed you one of your bags, but he took both his and your suitcases and you both began to walk up to the entrance.

“Are you sure you’re alright to share a room with me?” You asked, breaking the silence and Noah furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Yeah I guess, why are you asking?” 

“You just seem a bit pissed off, that's all. It better not be because I’m going out with the guys tomorrow night.” 

“It’s not, that doesn’t bother me. I’m just tired, we have a lot going on in the next few days, well months even. I've been around people all day and I just want to go to sleep.” He sighed, following your lead into the hotel. 

Once you got checked in and made it to your room, you immediately took off your shoes and threw yourself down onto the bed you would claim as yours.

The first thing Noah did was take a shower, and as he came back out of the bathroom- wet hair, bare chest, nothing but his chain and a towel wrapped around his hips- he reached for his phone, before plugging his charger in and sitting down on his bed. 

“Hey, I should add you to our group chat,” he says, replying to a message that was sent, “if that’s okay with you?” 

“Yeah, that’ll be great, I’ll have all the guys' numbers then.” You said, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom to wash your face, brush your teeth and get changed. 

Whilst you brushed your teeth, you got a notification which you assumed was a text from Chris, judging by the profile picture. You went into see who was in the group chat, you guessed Justin was the guy in the picture with his wife and daughter, yet you were still unsure about the others as their pictures weren't of them and seemed quite confusing- especially the one of shadow the hedgehog?

As you walked back to your bed, you noticed Noah had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a black top. You quickly averted your gaze ang got under the covers, all of a sudden feeling quite cold. 

“Are you going to sleep? Do you want me to turn off the light?” He asked, looking over at you. 

“Yeah, please.” You mumbled, trying to get comfy.

Noah reached over and switched the lights off, whispering a ‘goodnight’ as he did so. 

After what felt like almost half an hour, you still couldn’t sleep. Your mind just wouldn’t shut off and it was starting to become too overwhelming. 

“Noah… are you still awake?” You whispered, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep.  

“Yeah, what’s up?” 

“I can’t sleep, I can’t stop overthinking,” your voice started to crack, feeling tears begin to fill your eyes, “could you… lay with me, maybe?” 

He didn’t answer, but you heard him get up. He climbed under the covers with you and put his arm out. You cuddled up to him, listening to the gentle pat of his heartbeat as you rested your head on his chest. 

“What have you been thinking about?” He asked softly, playing with your hair. 

“Everything, I don’t feel like I should be doing this, Noah. I don’t feel like I deserve this. People work their asses off and get nothing, and I’ve just been handed this all of a sudden!”

“Hey, hey, don’t start to doubt yourself." He whispers, "How many years have you been doing photography for? From what I’ve heard you’ve worked your ass off too! Just because something like this has been given to you doesn’t mean you haven’t worked for it. You deserve it as much as anyone else, okay? You wouldn’t be here right now if the guys and I didn’t like your work or saw potential in you.” He says, comfortingly rubbing your back as your bottom lip quivered once more, but you tried your hardest to hold your tears back. 

“I know,” you whispered, “it just… I don’t know, it doesn’t feel real. This is all I’ve ever wanted and now it’s within my reach.” 

“I know, angel,” he sighed, “But things can go as quickly as they come, so stop doubting yourself before I send you home!” You could practically hear the smirk on his face, and you gently smacked him as you moved your head so you could look at him.

“Could you... maybe stay here with me tonight- you haven’t got to hold me or anything... I just haven’t stayed so far away from home for like 10 years and-”

“Of course, but only if you actually shut up and let me sleep.” He said, rolling on to his side to hide his smile. 

“Noah!”

“Goodnight, y/n.” 

You rolled your eyes as you turned to your side, no longer trying to conceal the smile on your face. Maybe he was right, maybe you did deserve this.

As you let your eyes fall shut, you imagined what tomorrow would bring. You imagined what it would be like to get to know the guys from the other band, you imagined what it would be like to get out on the stage...

And before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

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i’m SO excited for the next chapter! :)

@rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86

[agust28]

love in the grocery store 2

pairing jaehyun x reader WC ? tags fluff Notes Sorry for the parts I didn't want to but Tumblr had a limit :( Also I literally rewrote the plot like 5 times and have at least 7 drafts In my notes. I wasn’t sure how to link part 2 on the part 1 post sorry again :(

Not even 2 weeks later you find yourself going back. Okay, to be fair, prices were getting outrageously high! You couldn’t keep convincing yourself that splurging on the groceries was better than going back to the forbidden store. Your mind constantly being reminded of the cute employee might have also played a part in the decision, but you’ll never admit that. You had to prep yourself in the car for about 20 minutes before actually entering the store. It sadly didn’t work because as soon as you walk in you wanted to walk out. Think about the prices, think about the prices, think about— “Excuse me,” an annoyed customer shoves you aside. “Sorry,” you squeak out, already embarrassing yourself, and you haven’t walked 5 feet into the store! You exhale before grabbing a cart, which did not fight this time, and head in. You look around trying to spot the cute employee from last time but no luck. You don’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved. Shaking your head, you remember why you’re here, and that’s to get groceries and head out. No detours! Most of your list has been crossed off except for the milk. It was a bit difficult to navigate since you were so used to your old grocery store. You're about to turn the aisle when you accidentally bump into someone. “Sorry! I—” you look up, and it’s like déjà vu. Before your mind can melt into a puddle, he speaks. “Oh hey! You’re the girl who fell into the carts!” His face of surprise morphs into concern. “Are you okay now? You didn’t look too good last time.” Speak, woman, speak! “Yes! I’m okay!” You say a bit loudly, startling him from your enthusiasm. Please universe, just let me shop in peace! “Ah, that’s good! You ran out before I could get a good look.” You look away from embarrassment, hoping this interaction would just end. “Yeah, uh, sorry, it was kind of embarrassing.” He smiles, watching your cheeks blush. “No worries, I totally understand! Well, I’ll let you get back to shopping.” He turns to walk away when you suddenly remember that you still need milk. “Wait! Where can I find the milk?” He turns around and tells you which aisle it’s in. “Or I could just show you? If you’d like.” He rushes the last sentence as if he expects you to turn him down. You nod your head yes, and he smiles widely at that. “Ok, follow me!” You follow next to him as he leads you both to the dairy section. You’re walking side by side when he takes a look into your cart. “You’ve got a cat? I love cats!” You smile brightly at that. Cute and an animal lover? You could melt. “Yeah, one cat and one dog,” you say, pointing to the dog shirt that’s also in your cart. You both continue to share your love for animals before he stops. “Well, this is the milk,” he points towards the wall of milk. You thank him and grab a gallon. From the corner of your eye, you still see the cute clerk standing near you, looking as if he has something to say. As you contemplate whether you should ask if something was wrong, he taps you on your shoulder. “Hi, I probably shouldn’t be doing this but um—” he stops to look around a little uneasy “sorry, I thought I saw my manager.” He breathes out and continues, “I was just wondering if I could have your number?” You’re taken aback because this is the last thing you imagined coming out of his mouth. He takes your surprise as disgust and immediately starts to backtrack. “Sorry! I just thought you were cute! And wanted to have your number to check up on you!” Now you're laughing. “Check up on me?” He sees your smile and visibly relaxes. “Yeah, you know that fall looked really hard. It'd be good to have my number just in case.” You smirk. “In case of what? I fall on your very dangerous carts again?” “Exactly!” He pulls out his phone and hands it over to you, hoping you'd agree to exchanging numbers. And of course, you do! You'd be crazy not to. The two of you exchange numbers and names and bid farewell. You step out with groceries that will no longer cost a leg and a new contact that you'll hopefully keep in touch with.

[missparker]

20 questions for fic writers:

thanks for the tag, @idoltina!!

how many works do you have on ao3? 127

what's your total ao3 word count? 2,230,172. that feels like a lot. i’m like 26 years into this gig. 

what fandoms do you write for? the closer/major crimes, stargate sg1, and star trek: voyager are kind of the big three, but i dabble around. 

what are your top five fics by kudos? all i know is we said hello and your eyes looked like coming home - 1523 kudos where i’m going now, i don’t know - 1086 kudos the rise, fall, and rebirth of hermione granger - 1048 kudos the devil’s right there in the details - 1028 kudos here comes the rush before we touch - 940 kudos

do you respond to comments? why or why not? for a long time i wasn’t very good at it because the idea of that kind of interaction made me a little anxious, but once we made the leap to ao3, i feel like the mechanism for giving and receiving comments was overall better and now i at least try to respond to the majority. sometimes if someone is reading something and comments on every chapter, i’ll just respond to their final comment, but most likely if you leave me a comment i will (eventually) reply back.

what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I would say either Sometimes So Sweet, Sometimes So Lonely which is the last part of the Beauty and Nothing More series which was… controversial. Well. I think people didn’t like it, but respected it, if that makes sense. OR Eighteen Again which is old and I think if I rewrote, I could do it better but I never will. Oh actually I’m wrong, it’s Deep City Lights. For sure, for sure.  

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? MAYBE These Hearts Adore? PERHAPS something else but mostly all you get is happy endings, I think. 

do you get hate on fics? no. which is so nice. thanks guys. 

do you write smut? if so, what kind? the gay kind mostly! i didn’t always but i do now, so you’ll find it in my more recent stuff. 

do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written? I wrote a Sanctuary story that takes place in the Buffy universe, kind of. An alternate universe. (Just a Whisper in the Dark.) I wrote a Voyager story that kind of waded into TNG a little. (And Beneath That, A Rebel Heart.) I think those are as close as I ever got. 

have you ever had a fic stolen? i don’t think so? i’ve had lines lifted. you know where i’ve been going along reading a fic of someone who maybe isn’t a mutual but is in the circle and it starts feeling real familiar, but not the whole thing, to my knowledge. 

have you ever had a fic translated? yes, definitely. some people ask, some don’t.

have you ever co-written a fic before? yes, This Body’s Yours and This Body’s Mine was a co-write as was Hot as a Fever, Rattle of Bones. 

what's your all-time favorite ship? i mean, i’ve obvi kind of made brenda/sharon my life’s work or whatever, but for straight ships, gotta go janeway/paris. 

what's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i have a sequel to Gone that i have 10k words written and i just got into a corner and never worked my way out, but sometimes perhaps. sure, it’s been sitting in my WIP folder since 2012 but YOU NEVER KNOW.

what are your writing strengths? characterization, and uh… vibes? pacing? 

what are your writing weaknesses? i never plot ahead. what’s going to happen next? you know as much as i do. 

first fandom you wrote for? x-files, in a three ring binder, in my childhood bedroom

favourite fic you've ever written? how dare you! probably giving up on greener grasses. 

ok tagging @grissomesque, @nandamai, @ylizam, @kyrafic, and @thiswillonlyhurtalittle

[slightecho]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

I got tagged by @daydreams-and-honeybees and @halcyonhue (it won’t let me tag you and idk why! 😭)

This is gonna be very interesting and silly bc I have written much and posted little!! 🤣

TAGGING: @silvvergears if you havent done this before and…… actually idk who among my fic writing friends has or hasn’t done this one bc I’ve seen it going around a few times, so if you are a fic writer and want to do it, i’m tagging you!! 😆

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

LMFAO only 4

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

481,043 words jfc 😨

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I used to dabble in writing voltron fic years ago, and that makes up the majority of works on my ao3 but currently writing for The Owl House and I’m hoping to outnumber the Voltron fics on my account with other fandoms 😎

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Lmao uhhhh since I only have 4 published, I’m just gonna say the top two tbh 😅😅😅

Ashes takes the number one, with Crowd of Thousands as my second most kudos on a fic

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes!! I love responding to comments! I want to discuss things with people reading my fics and (especially in the case of Ashes), I wanna see what my readers theories are on what’s going to happen. It’s one of my favorite parts of having people who read what I write!!

If you’ve ever left me a comment and I haven’t responded, don’t be discouraged. Sometimes I just don’t know what to say beyond a giant thanks for reading. 😅 And sometimes I won’t reply if my last reply was a teaser

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhhh so if I had finished it, it WOULD have been the untitled Bungo Stray Dogs Heathers AU fic I got like 75% of the way done writing and then abandoned.

But other than that I don’t have any with an angsty ending—oh wait no ¡Viva La Gloria! is technically a published fic in my ao3 isn’t it?

Yeah it’s ¡Viva La Gloria! then lmao

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Crowd of Thousands currently.

Ashes by the time it’s done.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Haven’t yet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Pls don’t send me hate I’ll cry

Criticism and critique are fine. Just don’t be mean to meeeee pls 😊

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have.

Nothing published anywhere.

I’m not very good at it

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not really. I don’t really read them either tbh

I’m kind of the kid who doesn’t want their foods to touch on their plate when it comes to entire fandoms in fics it’s just not my thing

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not yet, or at least not to my knowledge.

Knocking on wood now

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Somewhat?

The planned Elowyn piece I have is something my girlfriend and I came up with together. So I have co-authored concepts

The first two or three chapter of Ashes, besides the prologue, there was a LOT taken from the discord RP that I’d originally come up with the plot of Ashes for. I had permission from that friend to use them. And I heavily, HEAVILY took out and then rewrote their portions (namely the Raine parts of the chapters “Moving Day” and “Hexside” bc the rest at the time were my characters). Their original writing has been scrubbed and a lot of Raine’s character and story arc has transformed into something else entirely. Pretty much all that remains is that they were the one who came up with the idea that Raine was Manny’s sibling. If they read it, they could probably still see the bones of what they wrote if they squint. But by the time Luz hits Eda with the door in “Hexside,” they’d already moved on from the rp. So it was very easy to rewrite around their parts and just reuse the posts I that I had written for those chapters.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

That’s too hard a question how dare you

I like too many ships

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Oh jeez.

Either the untitled Bungo Stray Dogs Heathers AU that was never posted anywhere, or The First Golden Guard.

Pretty much The First Golden Guard i have just notes scribbled out of the plot, what I think the first chapter is, and some various bits of dialogue from different moments in the fic. But then I started writing Ashes and that took over my life, and now I really want to write The Caleb Files, and the bonus stuff that got cut from Ashes. Plus the Elowyn fic. so I just don’t know if it will ever get written now

16. What are your writing strengths?

Description and voice.

I really love getting a little flowery when describing action or setting while writing. And in the case of setting in particular, I think I have a more natural ability.

I also really strive to make sure each character’s own unique way of talking comes through in their dialogue. Maybe not always when the narration makes the reader privy to their thoughts and emotions, but at the very least, their dialogue does.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Bro just cannot stop yapping!!

I actually genuinely do believe my greatest weakness is my inability to shut up sometimes. I’m sure if I go back and reread Ashes from the beginning, I’ve said the same shit multiple times.

Also sometimes I just get repetitive!! And I use certain colloquialisms like “just,” “after all,” and “as if” FAR too often.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

sigh.

I am a latinx person who lived through the VLD fandom… I have a LOT of opinions… and I have seen some bad Spanish dialogue written by non-Spanish speakers… the kind of shit that stands out to even me, when I have little verbal fluency.

Here’s the thing: I am not AGAINST anyone writing another language of dialogue into their fics. I actually do think it’s a good thing.

HOWEVER!!!

If you are a person who only speaks one language—if you’re a person who kind of doesn’t know what I’m talking about when I say ‘code switching’ or only understands the basic definition of code switching—I am BEGGING you to try and have someone with more experience in that language than you to proofread those dialogue sections.

The amount of times I’ve seen weird moments where the code switching didn’t make logical or emotional sense for the character beyond the author’s “I want to include Spanish here” is innumerable. And that’s not to say code switching needs to have a deep, profound reason all the time—sometimes code switching happens bc there’s no word or phrase in one language that directly translates from the concept or emotion you know how to describe in another! But from what I’ve found, there are a lot of people who understand code switching in concept (and that it’s important for representation) but not in practice bc they simply have no firsthand experience with it. I don’t blame them, though! It’s a hard thing to understand on description alone! Unless you’ve experienced it before, I don’t think it’s something you can fully comprehend. And it can stand out. You can even think you’ve done it right on technicality, but it falls flat.

A tiktok in how to spot AI images I once saw said “AI understands that a mirror, or stairs, or chair legs have to be there there, but it doesn’t understand why it functionally exists or what purpose it serves” and therefore it makes mistakes by adding twelve stairs on the right and fourteen on the left, or five legs on two chairs that are somehow sharing them, or mirrors won’t show the correct items reflected back. I’ve seen many well-meaning fic writers (and published authors!!!) do the exact same thing with language switching. They understand that it should be there, but not functionally why.

Also a basic “don’t rely on google translate” here….. but also a less basic one: different cultures of a shared language are gonna have different turns of phrase and different slang. I’ve also seen a lot of fics that have Lance (a Cuban character) using Mexican slang or words. That’s always awkward.

There’s just a lot. I could go on about this forever but I think I pretty much covered it all.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ever?! Lmfao Harry Potter when I was a young teen. I didn’t understand what I was doing at all and only did it because my older friend who knew I liked writing my original stories at the time said that I should try writing fic.

I didn’t even have a plot or anything. I just genuinely thiugh fanfic was writing your little self insert OCs and perpetually playing with them in a dollhouse made of your favorite thing 🤡🤡🤡

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Wholly and completely, without a shadow of a doubt

Ashes

It’s genuinely the first fic I’ve ever written where I have actually wondered if I was better off writing it as an original story and going the publishing route. Unfortunately for future me and fortunately for you all, I’m way too attached to the characters as their original names and incarnations to do that 🤣

It’s also the first fic I’ve ever written where I went into it already knowing every piece of the puzzle and having all the clues laid out to perfectly set them up ahead of time. I’m very proud of that and I long for the day where someone rereads Ashes after it’s over and discovers the tiny things in the extremely early chapters that were hints towards the end.

[wrathofrats]

✨ 🌈 💌 for the fic writer ask game !! <3

What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

There’s def a couple answers to this. More than most is probably my part 3 to the Swissdew series I made a couple weeks ago. That was probably the deepest I’ve delved into some things and although I’m more than grateful for the attention that small series has gotten, I think I expected/wanted more discussion on exactly the kind of trauma I was getting at. But there’s more to come from that so I’m not upset, the positivity it’s received has been more than I can ever ask for.

In a much lighter sense probably any of my nsfw work. It’s a funny realization that I much rather write smut but I think I’m genuinely just much better at angst. Oh well! I’m having fun anyways

is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

Again, a couple answers. I try to work really hard on everything I do (as do all fic writers LMAO)

One of them is def Thunderstorms it was one of my first fics to get any kind of popularity and I remember rewriting it so many times. Just re reading and trying to perfect it because of the deeper meaning it has to me personally. It’s one I really want to come back to at some point.

Another very weird one is probably my lollipop rambles which I rewrote a lot and really mulled over for no reason, more than my usual shenanigans

share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Oh dear lord again so many answers. So so much of my work makes me excited to share it. There’s a like 5k swisstom collab that’s been super hard at work for a hot second that I actually cannot wait to be able to share. But for now I’ll share a kinktober snippet from day 20. Because I am so so very excited about it.

(Religious bs under the cut)

"Swiss please, please just touch me"

The cackle he lets out shoots ice down phantoms spine

"Oh honey who said I was going to touch you? You did this to yourself."

"What?"

"Go on, touch yourself, stroke yourself on that pew you just spent so long cleaning yeah?"

He can't bring himself to do it. Hoped Swiss would take control and he couldn't be the one to blame. But being made to get himself off in the chapel?

Horrifying, disgusting, blasphemous

"Please do it Swiss I- I can't"

"Oh and why can't you? Can't touch yourself knowing this is where you worship? Knowing you've prayed in that exact spot? Can't do it can you... must feel so dirty huh"

He just nods

[morimakesfanart]

If you can take a solid guess of what chapter Sindria’s prophet would end what do you think it would be and how would it end (I’m sorry if this was rude to ask)

I've answered this type of question a few times and my answer hasn't changed. I have no idea how many chapters this is going to take;;;; I thought the current Announcement Arc would happen around chapter 20, but a lot of things I planned for after it moved to in front, and the end of the Announcement arc changed to match the emotional beat I planned for what was going to be the original arc planned for ch30. I can't tell if things are moving as planned or not. In universe I thought we'd be hitting the Sindria Arc from the og around ch30 but I probably won't get there until ch45. But emotional progress is still being made close to what I expected???

If you want a number, my current guess is 100-125 chapters??? That could be very off in either direction.

I'm not going to say anything too spoilery but I'm still putting my answer about what happens in the ending under the cut so those that don't want to see it, don't have to. There's a bit of rambling because I struggle with explaining my writing in general.

So... The ending is Mori learning to feel safe in a relationship and the world not having to deal with one king on top. I know that's not much of answer & I've basically said this before;;;; It won't end when Mori and Sin get in a relationship, that's for sure. I know I did that one request for what their kids might look like, but I don't want to ever get pregnant so I know that won't happen probably. Might them adopt if I end up wanting to make them parents. (I've considered adopting or fostering if I ever make enough $$ to feel like I can actually support a child's needs. But in general, I do not want children of my own for a variety of reasons.)

I don't have anything resembling a solid plan past the Sindria Arc, and a few scenes for the Magnostadt arc (in case Mori fails to prevent Aladdin making that promise with Kouen, but I hopefully won't need to use them). I have a few things planned after that regardless of how the war ends, but there's a very strong possibility that none of them will happen, so I feel weird saying they will definitely happen.

My original ch4 ended very differently and by the ch8 that came from it I couldn't figure out what to do to keep the plot moving. It just felt wrong, so I went back to the last scene I wrote that I still really liked and rewrote the chapter to prevent it from happening. But I kept hitting a block so I kept going back farther until I ended up back at ch4. I was even more happy with the new ch4 than the og to the point I decided to post my fanfic. And the og ch4 had a kiss scene at the end, but that's also why it became a problem (I figured out later).

That's been my style of writing ever since and why I normally write several chapters ahead of where I'm posting. (I'm currently working on chapters 37&38.) Since I have no idea what road blocks I'll end up hitting, I have no idea what I'll end up changing. I can say that I plan to never have Mori capture a dungeon, but I have also designed a few dungeons and Djinn in case they end up needing one. Mori was supposed to meet the Generals with a meeting after recovering from illness, but the meeting and what happened afterwards wasn't flowing until I went back and split the meeting in 2, so now it's the meeting in the court yard, and the dinner with the Generals. I'm still not super happy with that dinner but they aren't things I can easily fix after posting. I just have to accept that my ability to write at the time wasn't up to the task of what I was trying to do. It did it well enough to get the idea across, and didn't break my ability to keep the plot moving, so it is what it is. Gosh there are so many doomed deadends where Mori ended up spilling the beans about the end of the series, or Sinbad or Ja'far ended up pressuring or guiding the conversation in that direction -_-;; There's also a bunch that more directly play into my trauma in ways that many won't seem as in character for the canon cast involved. And I do still intend to have those traumas and fears addressed but those ways were wrong.

For the record, Sinbad and Ja'far were not supposed to talk and figure out that Sinbad causes the 2nd Calamity. They did that without my permission and I could figure out a way or reason to stop them. So much my future plans have changed since they did that that I don't want to pretend that something like that won't happen again -especially since it happened again while working the Announcement Arc.

The only thing I know for certain is that if I reach the end, it will be a happy one for Mori. Most of my stories have tragic endings (including the mc dying) and I promised myself I wouldn't do that this time. I want to prove to myself that I'm allowed to have a happy ending.

(I have been considering posting the versions of chapters that turned into deadends in the Simpbad collection, so let me know if you're interested in that. Most are very edgy by comparison to what the final versions are, and often ooc so I can't guarantee the quality)

[barbreypilled]

please talk about chaoter 3 of vicious vengeful sea

ouuughheeee so fun fact about that chapter it’s actually the closest in theme/tone to the first asoiaf fic I ever wrote and never published when I was 14, which was a very badly thought out 10ish chapter fic about Asha and Theon reconnecting after being separated by CPS. The scene w Kyra came directly from that fic and I just rewrote it hehehehe (the original was written on my ipod touch when I was at camp lmao) anyway it was a rly weird fic it was kind of like if his aCoK chapters didn’t end up Like That. it was weird

I had a part in a chapter that I’m not sure I’ll ever get published just bc of timing/rewrites where Theon watches the news coverage of those 3 days while in the late-aCoK chapter territory of the au timeline and actually sees the military physically surrounding his childhood home and that’s where he kind of snaps. It was an okay chapter by 20 year old me standards but idk what to do with it now

Also there are a lot of things in this fic that I would have done differently looking back on it/my writing has improved a lot and I started this when I was in a major reading slump so I’m honestly shocked it’s even readable. some parts make me cringe tho which makes it harder to update bc i want to take it in an entirely different direction 👀

[mysicklove]

ok TW: me talking about statistics again. THIS CLASS IS LITERALLY TEARING ME TO SHREDS. TW: writing an essay on nothing below

i need to make a private tumblr account where i complain. u ppl shouldn’t need to see it😞

ok so my midterm is worth 60% of my grade. 15 questions and 60% of my grade. can’t make this shit up. anyways. so i studied ALL night and after work today. grinded for hours.

so i go to take my silly little exam and they are recording me and blah blah blah and i realize that my screen is lfrozen. like it will not move at all nor click on anything, so i cant see 95% of the questions. and when i went to another screen my mouse worked. i’m not going in details but moral of this is my test was fucked up.

ok SOOOO i was like ok shit fuck me i have 2 hrs left until this is due great okay. so i click off the test and go back on like for 15 minutes and it still doesn’t work. my brother was near me and i was like “pls pls boy help me im just a girl pls i cant do this im bout to cry” and anyways he couldn’t fix it, so i literally started bawling. like sobbing so hard bc my teacher is a horrible and mean and she prob won’t let me make it up.

i sent her a an email and then another email of me filming myself and the computer to show it’s not my fault it’s not working. i am like sobbing in the video, and with the camera u can just see me crying. SO EMBARRASSING LMAOAAOAOAOAOA

so an hour goes by and i am trying to become a tech wizard, straight learning more about how lockdown browsers work than statistics itself. bad vibes. and so FINALLY i kinda found a way to fix it. not going into details but just it kinda worked. at this point i had 30 minutes left out of my 2 hour final ❤️.

my way of completing it was to write down my answers on paper and email it to her bc i still couldn’t type on the screen. so i did that. i wrote down all my answers but i was panicking bc i got tear stains all over my face and i was not prepared to actually take the final bc i was so in my “let’s reprogram my entire computer” mode. so. i fucking BOMBED IT

ANDDDDDDD i turned it in like 20 minutes late bc i was constructing another email to her to basically convince her to give me an okay grade + i rewrote my answers so she could read it. emailed my (paper???) exam at 7:20 when it was due at 7.

moral of this, i was filmed the entirety of it and there are multiple videos of me crying and me basically going through the stages of grief bc what the fuck???

so! currently i have a 66% in the class. EITHER! that goes up to like a B (bc u know i did so fucking bad) or she keeps the zero and i get a W bc i am withdrawing from that class bc fuck that shit i have PTSD now

guys something so shitty is happening right now. i will keep u updated but everyone pray for mello

edit: sorry this sounds like on i’m the verge of death. i am fine and in the grand scheme of things this won’t matter. but for now.

[alexskarsgardnet]

New Alex Interview & Photoshoot with Interview Magazine (March 2022) + a BTS pic!

Alexander Skarsgård Talks to Kirsten Dunst About the Pleasure and the Pain

By

Kirsten Dunst

(February 15, 2022)

Photographed by

Juergen Teller

Styled by Harry Lambert

Alexander Skarsgård has excelled at playing a manipulative vampire, an abusive husband, and the literal harbinger of disease and destruction in a pandemic-ravaged world. And yet, he’s still good for a laugh. You don’t grow up the model-handsome scion of a legendary Swedish acting family without having a sense of humor about yourself. Think about his crack-up cameos as a vacant male model in Zoolander, an overgrown college grad in Eastbound & Down, and a mulletted schlub in On Becoming a God in Central Florida. But despite his reputation for just going for it, at 45 years old, he continues to surprise. Last year, he stole scenes on Succession as Lukas Mattson, a tech bro so unlikable you couldn’t help but love him. And now, six years after he tamed the jungle in The Legend of Tarzan, Skarsgård is returning to the shirtless-action-hero genre in the Robert Eggers-directed viking saga The Northman, a grueling production that, as he tells his Melancholia costar Kirsten Dunst, was no laughing matter.

KIRSTEN DUNST: Where are you in life right now?

ALEXANDER SKARSGÅRD: I’m in Copenhagen.

DUNST: With your family?

ALEX: Yeah. Well, I’m heading back to Stockholm next week. I was actually working with our dear friend Lars [von Trier] again

DUNST: Really? On what?

ALEX: He’s doing another season of The Kingdom. Do you remember that? The old TV show he did for Danish television like 15 or 20 years ago?

DUNST: I never watched it, but I’ve heard it’s incredible.

ALEX: It’s a lot of fun. It takes place at the main hospital here in Copenhagen. Dad [Stellan Skarsgård] played an attorney on The Kingdom whenever they shot it, but he couldn’t do this. They kind of rewrote the part, so it’s now the Swedish attorney’s son. I actually replaced my father. Step aside, old man.

DUNST: I was talking about him recently, and I said that making Melancholia felt like I was on a European vacation. I had so much fun.

ALEX: It’s pretty much the same team from Melancholia. It was a lovely reunion.

DUNST: I’m jealous.

ALEX: You were missed. We talked about you a lot.

DUNST: You know what? Lars and I have the same birthday. So funny. And so does Jane Campion, which is really weird. It’s like I only want to work with Tauruses or something. I love that actor-family lifestyle you guys have. How many of the Skarsgårds are actors?

ALEX: Twenty-five, basically.

DUNST: Twenty-five?

ALEX: Not quite. There’s four. If you need a Skarsgård for a movie and one of us isn’t available, it’s like, “How about this one?”

DUNST: My one son is so dramatic. I can see him becoming an actor. There’s something romantic about having it be a family business.

ALEX: Well, you started out super early, right?

DUNST: Yeah. How old were you when you started?

ALEX: I was seven, but it wasn’t intentional. My dad’s friend was a director and needed a 7-year-old kid, and he was over at our house, drinking wine with dad and talking. And then he saw this 7-year-old kid run through the room, and was like, “What about that kid?”

DUNST: I feel like I’d do that with my kid, too, if it was a director I knew and it felt like a family event. “Sure, put him in a movie.” I like that stuff.

ALEX:  It might sound odd, but it wasn’t even something I wanted to do. I did it, but my memories have more to do with free Cinnabons at the craft service table than the actual craft.

DUNST: Not the craft, the craft service! I think the first thing I ever saw you in was Zoolander. I thought to myself, “How is this very good-looking person so hilarious?” I want you to be in more comedies. I want a weird Skarsgård family comedy.

ALEX: We should plan something together because my dad would love to do the family thing.

DUNST: Let’s talk about The Northman. You play a prince? A Swedish god? What are you?

ALEX: It’s based on an old saga called “Prince Amleth of Jutland,” which inspired Shakespeare to write Hamlet. It’s about a man avenging the death of his father. It starts on an island in the north Atlantic. My character is the young prince of that kingdom. When his father gets murdered by his uncle, he manages to escape the island. And the uncle believes that the young prince is dead.

DUNST: It’s like The Lion King. That’s where my brain goes right now.

ALEX: The Lion King is basically Hamlet. But the saga is as old as Viking culture.

DUNST: Fun?

ALEX: It was the most fun. I’ve been wanting to tell a Viking story in a way that felt entertaining and big. Working with Robert Eggers, every single detail has to be 100 percent perfect. Every single stitch on a tunic. That’s obviously difficult when you tell a story that takes place a thousand years ago. You have to take some creative liberties.

DUNST: This will make my mom very happy because she loves everything about Vikings.

ALEX: She’s Swedish, right?

DUNST: Our family’s from Minnesota. So it’s Minnesota Swedes. I’m going to ask you fun questions now. What are you reading?

ALEX: A book called In the Distance by Hernan Diaz. It’s set in the 19th century and a man crosses the United States from the West Coast to the East Coast in search of his brother. I highly recommend it.

DUNST: I know you love music. Anything you’re listening to?

ALEX: I have a tendency to go down a rabbit hole for a period of time, and then I move on. I recently came out of a Roxy Music phase.

DUNST: I love Roxy Music. Sometimes I listen to a lot of a certain thing because it gets me in the zone for a part or on set. I’ll make myself a playlist for the character.

ALEX: I often use music to get out of character. To get away from it.

DUNST: On set, you’re really present. You’re fun to work with because you’re alive in the scenes. You’re willing to play around. How do you go about creating a role?

ALEX: It’s quite square and structured. I read the script once a day for however many weeks or months I have before the shoot.

DUNST: Really? Once a day? Interesting. I totally don’t do that.

ALEX: It helps me get into the headspace of a character. I discover new things with each read. I come up with a thousand different ideas and then I eliminate them. Once we get into production, it’s about finding that sweet spot between being prepared but also open to whatever happens when you meet the other actors. It’s being alive and playful and open to discovering things in front of the camera. If I’m not prepared at all, it makes me nervous. The most rewarding days were when I came prepared with a vague idea of how I wanted to play the scene, but I was still open enough to be surprised. And together with the director and the other actors, we discovered something that wasn’t planned and was surprising and exciting for all of us. Rob works in the diametrically opposite way of Lars. Everything is meticulously planned. It’s mostly one single camera, one shot.

DUNST: He likes long shots? There’s an energy within that. If you want everything in one shot, you’re living that life. You feel more taken into something when things are in one shot.

ALEX: In The Northman, there are long, intense fight scenes with 40 stuntmen and horses and 200 extras. To shoot it all in one shot means you do this four-minute take, and then a horse deep in the background looks the wrong way and you have to do it all again.

DUNST: That sounds like my worst nightmare.

ALEX: You’re so exhausted that you want to cry. You feel like you finally got all the choreography of the fight worked out, but then you have to go again and again and again. There’s always something in the background that wasn’t quite right. The flip side of that is when you finally get it, it feels like winning gold at the Olympics.

DUNST: He sounds like a perfectionist.

ALEX: He absolutely is. But he’s also a genius. The Northman was the first time I worked on something that was so meticulously stylized, and you almost had to see it as a dance between the camera and the actors, because the camera was constantly moving, and so were we. If the timing was slightly off, then we’d have to go again. I’ve never been more tired than after those six months.

DUNST: Where’d you shoot it?

ALEX: Most of it takes place in Iceland. We locked down and stayed in Belfast and shot almost all of it up in the mountains and on the seaside. Then we went with a skeleton crew to Iceland to get some of the epic Icelandic landscapes.

DUNST: I’ve always wanted to go to Reykjavík.

ALEX: I’m there every summer. It’s the most extraordinary place. The people are beautiful and open. You’re hanging out with a carpenter who’s also a poet, and then you meet a cab driver who is Iceland’s biggest rap singer.

DUNST: I haven’t watched you in Succession yet because I have two small children. These days, all I watch are cartoons.

ALEX: How old are they now?

DUNST: One is nine months. The other one’s three-and-a-half. Two boys. They’re a handful. When they can really play together, I will have my life back, but right now I can’t wait to go back to work.

ALEX: When did you shoot The Power of the Dog?

DUNST: Like two years ago. It was during Covid, and then I got pregnant.

ALEX: Are you back home?

DUNST: We’re in Austin, Texas, right now because Jesse [Plemons, Dunst’s partner] is making a miniseries here for HBO, with David Kelley and Nicole [Kidman] producing. I haven’t even been to the set. I’ll tell Jesse to say hi to the gang from you.

ALEX: Do you guys try to travel together as much as possible? If you work, Jesse tries to take some time off, and then when he works, you take some time off ? How do you guys navigate that?

DUNST: Honestly, he got the opportunity to work with Scorsese, and I just had a baby and he tore his ACL. No one can not work with Scorsese. Right now, our schedule just overlaps. So far, we’ve really lucked out. We might do another project with some friends where we work together again. It’s nice that as a couple, we’ve been embraced as people who can act together.

ALEX: You were so wonderful together in The Power of the Dog.

DUNST: It’s nice to have that together.

ALEX: It’s very obvious how much you guys enjoyed that.

DUNST: You guys would like working together.

ALEX: We almost did, didn’t we? Many, many years ago.

DUNST: Really?

ALEX: Yeah.

DUNST: Wait, wait. Time out. Weren’t you in Battleship?

ALEX: Yeah.

DUNST: So was he.

ALEX: Yeah, I know, but we didn’t really have any scenes together. I think we had some crowd scenes. He should join us on our Skarsgård family adventure.

DUNST: That would make me so happy. The people deserve you all in one film. Okay, I’m going to ask you some quick-fire questions. What’s your guilty pleasure?

ALEX:  Czech beers.

DUNST: What do Swedes shoot all the time? Fernet something, right?

ALEX: Fernet-Branca.

DUNST: Why do Swedes like to shoot that?

ALEX: I don’t know!

DUNST: It’s very medicinal.

ALEX: It feels medicinal and it feels like lubrication for your cardiovascular system.

DUNST: While you’re getting wasted! What makes you angry?

ALEX: I’m so even-tempered, it’s pathetic. I get angry with myself because I’m too OCD. Sometimes I need to stop being so square and let loose a bit.

DUNST: What makes you happy? Czech beer?

ALEX: Czech beer, again.

DUNST: [To her son] Want to ask Alex what’s his favorite candy? I’ll ask him. What’s your favorite candy?

ALEX: That’s a great question. I like salt licorice.

DUNST: Most people reading this probably think that is so disgusting, but I love it, too.

ALEX: It’s an acquired, sophisticated taste for people like us, Kirst.

DUNST: Who scares you, Alex?

ALEX: I have a tendency to scare myself sometimes.

DUNST: What scares me sometimes is the vastness of the universe. We’re just floating in space and just dying and being born. If I get too caught up in that, it starts to freak me out

ALEX: I’m scared of the vastness of my own ego.

DUNST: [Laughs] What relaxes you?

ALEX: Going out to the archipelago outside of Stockholm. My mom lives on an island in the Baltic. We’ve been winter bathing out there.

DUNST: You jump into freezing cold water? I understand the concept of that, but I’m also like, no thank you. Let me be in the warm hot tub watching you all, drinking my Fernet.

ALEX: You jump in the water and it’s freezing cold, but then you go inside and sit by the fireplace. I’m in for basically 1.58 seconds.

DUNST: I’ve jumped in a freezing cold lake and jumped immediately out. It awakens you in a way that nothing else does. No one can predict the future, but what would you like for your future?

ALEX: I just hung up on you, that’s my future.

DUNST: You’re like, “Fuck that question.” Do you want to have kids one day? Would you want to direct? Where do you live, by the way?

ALEX: I divide my time between New York and Stockholm because my family is in Stockholm. I just hope that I continue to be curious as I get older. I have some colleagues and friends where, as they get older, it feels like the curiosity fades away.

DUNST: As we get older, hopefully we’ll just get more eccentric and awesome. I think surrounding yourself with young people is important as you get older.

ALEX: My grandma was like that, my favorite human being. She didn’t give a fuck about what people thought about her. She would say anything. Until her dying day, she had this incredible curiosity. She wanted to learn, try new things, meet new people, and not just wither away.

DUNST: I haven’t left the house much at all, and I do everything over Zoom. I feel a little bit stifled in that way, a little Groundhog Day. It’s great that The Power of the Dog has come out and everyone loves it, but you don’t get any feedback on it.

ALEX: Does it feel surreal in a way? Almost as if it didn’t happen?

DUNST: A little. I’m doing hair and makeup for Zooms, and doing interviews and things like that, and then I’m with my children in sweatpants all day. I’m either making a snack or getting hair and makeup done. It doesn’t go together. Let me get back to these questions. Who do you feel closest to? Who’s your crazy Swedish friend again? What’s his name?

ALEX: Dada?

DUNST: Dada, yeah. Are you still in touch with Dada?

ALEX: He lives in my apartment in Stockholm.

DUNST: Of course he does. I love that dude. When I think back on making Melancholia, that was one of the most fun times I’ve ever had on a movie, and it’s literally about the most depressing thing.

ALEX: When I watch that movie, all I think about is how much fun we had. Maybe the only way to get through such a depressing movie was by having fun.

DUNST: It felt like acting camp. We were in Sweden during the summer and there were music festivals. I haven’t gone dancing in forever. I think you’ve done a lot more than me, because I’ve had to obviously be safe for my children, too. I didn’t want to work right after having another kid, because I’m not going to have another child. I wanted to enjoy the beginning stages of that again and not go straight back to work. There wasn’t anything I was dying to do anyway. Now I’m very ready. Okay, Alex, what is the best thing about being a Swede?

ALEX: When people are screaming at each other and it’s polarized, you can always be like, “Hey, I’m Swedish, I don’t know. I’m in the middle, I’m right here.” You don’t have to take a stand. It’s perfect.

DUNST: Who was your first movie crush?

ALEX: My first love was Jessica Lange when I was a kid and I watched Tootsie. I felt butterflies.

DUNST: Listen, that’s some good taste.

ALEX: I had no idea what it was. I just knew that I wanted that girl to come back on screen.

DUNST: My son really likes Daisy Duck. It’s the eyelashes.

ALEX: She’s got amazing eyelashes. Also, the fact that she doesn’t wear any pants.

DUNST: Oh my gosh. She has bloomers on in whatever we’re watching. She’s more modest now. Do you want to say anything else? It’s awesome you’re on the cover. I love Interview magazine.

ALEX: I’m going to get to work on our next project with the whole Skarsgård clan, and you and Jesse.

DUNST: That would be my dream.

ALEX: Likewise.

Hair: Kei Terada Using Balmain Hair Couture at Julian Watson Agency

Creative Partner: Dovile Drizyte

Digital Operator: Tom Ortiz

Photography Assistant: Tarek Cassim

Fashion Assistants: Naomi Phillips and Ryan Wohlgemut

Post- Production: Catalin Plesa at Quickfix Retouch

Sources:  Article/Interview:  Kirsten Dunst for Interview Magazine (x), Images, Our edits, Originals:  Photographer:  Juergen Teller for InterviewMagazine.com (x) & InterviewMag instagram (x), Behind-the-scenes pic:  Original:  The February 15, 2022 insta story of Keiterada (x, x)

[leyyvi]

I have more of the who’s-most-likely-to game, for the SNK actor Au!!! If you’re down to do it ofc! Just love reading your hcs so much!! Ok who…

Used to have a blog in their college days, where they wrote about trying to break into the acting industry. They said, “I’m just so tired but I can’t give up now. It’ll be worth it someday. I hope.” Fans somehow found the blog and someone made the sweetest fan-art using that quote, and the actor cried.

Is trained by the Red Cross and actually delivered first aid to an injured hiker when they were on holiday

When they were first cast, was met with a LOT of backlash because SNK is a completely different genre from what they were typecast as

Always cries at fan meets because they just can’t wrap their head around so many people’s lives being changed by one character

Is the only actor who takes REAL bites of the prop food whenever they do scenes involving food. No one knows how (or WHY) they do this

Always helps the props team clean up/move things, without saying anything about it

Was pregnant at some point during filming, so for about 5 episodes they were always wearing their green cloak, sitting behind bushes, or filmed from behind/up close

Did a bit of stock photo modelling as a strapped-for-cash 20-something year old (a la Simu Liu)…..and now people won’t stop asking them to autograph their Econ 101 textbooks and real estate company brochures

Went viral for wearing the most beautiful and extravagant Met Gala outfit

Literally wore their own costume (complete with screen-accurate wig and makeup) to the Met Gala and went just as viral

OK I WANTED TO WAIT UNTIL THE NEW EP WAS OUt to answer this when i was in my actor!au feels. also i rewrote my answers like 3 times cause i was thinking about them so much lmao

I think it'd be Jean honestly :(( and he'd be so surprised that he has so many supportive fans too (also considered Reiner)

omg it's definitely Moblit. he's the type of guy who just happens to be around and happens to know the most useful random things. we love that about him <3

i wanna say Sasha or Hange tbh? they'd both be in comedy shows before AoT

ERWIN. ESPECIALLY after season 3, like that speech he does during the charge? becomes SO iconic that fans will hold up boards quoting it

The obvious answer is Sasha, but you know what? Eren did too. AoT was Eren's first big role, and Sasha told him to eat the props because it looks more realistic (Jean told everybody and did not let him live it down for months)

Levi, Armin, and Mikasa help clean up the set, especially Levi. He's exceptionally strong irl so he's often seen helping people lift things and move props around. Armin likes to bring snacks and coffee too all of the makeup artists/stylists he is a sweet bean

I'm gonna say Nanaba and that's the ONLY reason she was killed off so early in the show </3

i thiiiiink I'm gonna go with Erwin lol he's the perfect guy for stock photos gfsdjhgsjdhg ALTERNATIVELY i'd say Bertholdt too

i literally can't choose one so I'm gonna list off Mikasa, Historia, Annie, and Pieck

lmfao this has Hange written all over it dfhjg

[supraveng]

Marvelous Friends - part 8

Summary: your summer in Boston is moving along and so is your relationship with Chris

Warning: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, objectifying Chris, cursing....non-con

A/N: sorry for the delay....I rewrote the smut more times than I car to admit 

Word count: 2834

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The summer seemed to be flying by with endless amounts of papers to grade and checking in with the attorney regarding the lawsuit.  Reaching out to your ex was not on your priority list, but you put on your big girl pants and called him anyway.  Finally speaking with him wasn't as awful as you had anticipated but that may just be the fact you didn't have to see him face to face, yet.  You knew if this was to go as far as you hoped, you would have to sit down and hash out this mess and possibly end up discussing the past but, thankfully you weren't there yet. 

Dating Chris felt so easy and comfortable for you, but you had both decided to take things slow, not wanting to jump in too fast, which you knew was a major decision but damn was it frustrating.  Once your brothers found out who you were dating, your sister in laws were relentless about wanting details, it was unsettling to say the least.  

Annette: so…..we had to hear from our husbands? Really Y/N?  

What are you talking about? 

Marie:  the boys are talking about if they approve of Mr. Evans and his intentions with their only sister

Oh geez….it’s only been a few weeks, we are nowhere near intentions 

And even if we were, they won’t be involved

Jan: LOL  you said that like you actually think it’s true!

Ugh, why are they such pains in my ass

But I am thankful that it’s you 4 texting me and not them

Meghan: can we get back on topic?  I want details…..

LOL!  What kind of details Meg? We’ve been dating for a month

Meghan: what is this high school?  Are you trying to say you haven’t slept together?

Annette: we want to know if his ‘persona’ is accurate?

Ok….we haven’t slept together and what persona are you referring to?

Maria: Really? I would have on the first date!

Jan: his BDE persona…..so?

LOL I just said we haven't slept together

Annette: there’s plenty of other fun to be had to confirm his size

Marie:  If you confirm it or not, I know he has a monster cock!

OMG!  Have you been drinking?  I’ve never heard such things from you!

Shaking your head at the ridiculousness that was your family, you tried your best to concentrate on your current predicament.  The teaching job was almost over, and honestly, it wasn’t your cup of tea.  You could continue, if the school asked, but you weren’t passionate about what you were doing and just going through the motions wasn’t you.  

So deciding if you were staying in Boston was your main concern, your summer AirBNB rental was up in 2 weeks, and to top it all off, you needed a new manager or you would be stuck trying to maneuver your career on your own and your brain did not work that way. It was almost 2pm on Saturday, you had writing you needed to do, but right now you needed a drink.

 You wrote a text to Chris, then rewrote it another 3 times before sending it, you were a professional writer, but he still made you anxious

 Hey, I need to get out of the house and could use a drink, you free? 

Chris: I’m home, ‘working’ but the pool and beers are calling my name….grab your suit and come over

Huh, an afternoon lounging by the pool with a shirtless Chris could really improve your mood.  

I’ll be there in a half hour

You rushed to be presentable, you were determined to be cute but make it look like you weren’t trying.  How did this guy make you feel like you were 20 again?  Taking a deep breath you grabbed your stuff and headed to his place.  Your anxiousness dissipated as soon as Chris opened the door and flashed you that perfect smile, instead you only felt butterflies.  

In no time, the two of you were lounging poolside with beers, Chris looked over at you “so what’s got you stressed? And where are the stress cookies?” 

“Well, there is a laundry list of things I need to accomplish and not much time.  I didn’t bake today, so it’s less stress and more of an overwhelming adulting that I’m actively avoiding” you chuckle as you finish off your beer.  

“Alright, so what’s on the list?” he asked as he grabbed the empty bottle.  

“I need a new manager and a place to live, those are my top priorities.  I should follow up with Henry and his buddy that’s handling the case against Aaron, but I’m not sure what else I can help with.  I also have a new story I’m writing that needs attention, and the family is requesting me to come visit soon”  you shrug at him. 

"Ok, that's a pretty long list, so we start with the most important and go from there. When do you have to get out of your current place?  I...I, uh have an extra room if you need something soon" he smirks at you and you realize how blue his eyes really are. 

"I appreciate the offer, but I think it's a bit soon for that" you smile at the sweet offer. 

"Can't blame a guy for wanting his girlfriend around as much as possible" he shrugs before taking a long sip of beer. 

You stutter before responding "girlfriend? you just called me your girlfriend" you were a bit shocked and giddy all at the same time, geez what this guy did to you.  

Chris' eyes went wide before he smirked and shrugged "if you don't want to be, just let me know, but that's what I want so it's up to you." He seemed pretty calm about it, but you could see a bit of hesitation in his eyes. The thought of rejecting him was ridiculous but you were a bit tipsy from the beers and wanted to tease him a bit. 

"Well, it doesn't quite fit does it?" You cocked your head and could have sworn he saw him hold his breath, before you bravely got up and walked towards him, slowly straddling his lap "I haven't been a girl in decades" you whisper, keeping your eyes glued to his, as his hands rested on your hips. "But I'm sure if I was a bad girl, you'd punish me, wouldn't you?" biting your lip and slowly beginning to rock back and forth before leaning into his ear and breathy add "daddy". 

That threw him over the edge as he grabbed your ass and moaned while starting to nibble on your neck.  He pulled back to look at you, growling low in his chest "you are a very bad girl….and you're mine". 

Your lips smashed together as you wrapped your arms around his neck and started tugging on his hair, you squealed as he spanked you in response.  

He chuckled as he kissed you again, "I thought we were taking things slow….. but you are making that very hard right now" raising his hips to emphasize just how hard he had become while you were grinding on his lap. 

"I tried, I really did, but seeing these tattoos up close made me lose any self restraint I had left, so it's essentially your fault" you shrug and begin kissing his jaw.  

He hummed in response "so I'm the one that made you needy, huh?" One hand was now inching its way in your bikini bottoms to get a better grip of your ass, while the other was softly massaging your thigh.  

"Mmmmm, yes daddy" was all you could respond before he was standing up with you in his arms, and he started heading inside. Yelping, you were a bit shocked at the movement and quickly wrapped your legs around his waist so you didn't fall.  

"Then it's my responsibility to take care of you" he mumbled against your neck before walking upstairs with you still attached.  

You were graciously dropped on his bed as he leaned down and began trailing kisses down your neck to your breasts, pulling your suit top off. He moved his mouth to your nipple and elicited a groan as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud, bringing up one hand to palm at the opposite breast.  

You moaned at the sensation he sent through you and tried your best to run your hands over his arms and back but were too distracted by the sinful things his mouth was doing.  His lips moved to your other breast and you were certain you could orgasm just by watching him and the intensity in his eyes while he was worshipping your body.  

Working his way down your torso, leaving love bites In his path.  When he reached your bikini bottoms, he looked up for consent, which made you want to melt. Your only logical response was a small whimper of "please" before he growled and pulled them from your body in a flash, immediately throwing your legs over his shoulders, pulling your thighs apart and instantly feasting on your pussy.  The slurping sounds he was making were obscene and causing you to become more aroused by the second. 

"Mmmm you're so wet for me and you taste amazing…..I could eat you all night"  His words made you moan more than you were but you couldn't hold back. "That's it….let daddy hear just how good I make you feel" he mumbled against your slit, causing you to arch off the bed slightly. 

"You gonna cum baby, I've barely gotten started" he had a hint of pride in his words. Your breathing was shallow as you panted out "yes daddy…...please...I'm so close."

As soon as the words left your mouth, his lips wrapped around your swollen clit and that was exactly what you needed to throw you over the edge. Your eyes clamped shut, and your head thrown back as you shouted his name.  

Once your breathing had slowed, you opened your eyes to see Chris hovering over you with a smile on his face before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

 "That was amazing" you breathed out and smiled back at him, running one hand through his hair and the other along his bicep. 

"Oh baby, I'm just getting started" Chris kissed you again as he hovered over you and positioned his cock at your entrance, after slowly running it back and forth through your release.  Your moan turned into a grunt as he started pushing into you. 

He stopped immediately and looked at you with concern, "you ok?" he asked while caressing hu our cheek.  You nodded but he stayed still, "keep going, please"  "are you sure? We can stop if you aren't comfortable…..I want you to enjoy this" he whispered and you almost wanted to cry at how attentive and kind he was.  

The stillness helped you adjust and you smiled at him. "I'm positive,  I want you more than you could possibly know, it's just…" you trailed off not sure how to assure him. 

"What is it?" he looked worried now and you wrapped your legs around him before you could get away.  

"Its just that it's been a long time since I've been with anyone and you are….rather large" you felt a little embarrassed but right now it didn't matter, you have been fantasizing about this moment since you met him and you knew you were falling for him, you just hoped this was the beginning of a romance you had been dreaming of.  

Chris' smile returned to his face as he leaned in and kissed you passionately, "don't worry baby, I'll be gentle" you noticed he had a glimmer in his eyes before he added "this time." 

Your eyes widened as he continued inching into you slowly and kissing your jaw, up to your ear and down to your pulse point before his hips finally met yours.

 You could only moan in response, you had never been stretched like this before and wanted to focus on the pleasure as the slight pain began to disappear.  Bringing him back into a needy kiss you rocked your hips forward and clenched around him signaling your desire for him to begin moving and he immediately responded with slow powerful thrusts.  

As Chris gradually sped up you were clawing at his shoulders and back, practically holding on for dear life. He started panting between kisses "fuck baby….you feel amazing….better than I imagined."  

Just the thought of him imagining you like this made you clench up around him and moan as you arched your back, "fuck daddy!"  You could have sworn he growled as he started to move in and out of you faster than you thought possible. 

Chris' hand found your clit and added the perfect amount of pressure with tight circles "cum for me baby…..I can feel you are close…..be a good girl for daddy" he grunted in your ear as your climax hit you and your entire body tensed.  He worked you through your high before pulling out and shooting his load across stomach and breasts with a groan.  Immediately collapsing beside you, Chris pulled you to him before kissing you softly.  

You were warm and so comfortable that you didn’t want to open your eyes, until your activities with Chris came racing back into your mind.  Slowly peeking, you inhaled quietly when you realized the pillow you were using was actually his right peck, with his nipple so close to your mouth you could almost lick it.  

Deciding to enjoy the view rather than wake him you tried your best to remain quiet and take him all in.  His face was soft and relaxed, and he looked even more handsome up close if that was even possible.  You admired the tattoos that littered his chest up close and wanted to trace them with your fingertip but too afraid that would wake him.   

Moving your hand slightly, he didn’t stir or change his breathing pattern, so you decided to take advantage and explore the man lying next to you.  Knowing how big he felt, was different than actually seeing how big he was, so you bravely removed the sheet covering the bottom half of the two of you.  

Your breath hitched in your throat and your mouth began to immediately water at the site of him.  Even without being erect, his size was rather impressive.  This is when you decided that you were going to take what you wanted, if you happened to wake up, you hoped he was feeling too good to be mad at you for it.   

As slowly as possible, you made your way down the bed until his cock was right at eye level, biting your lip. You slowly started to stroke, it immediately twitched in your hand.  Licking your lips, you took the tip in your mouth and began to suck, causing Chris to make a noise somewhere between a moan and a sigh, which only encouraged you to continue.  

Running your tongue over his balls before bringing it along the underside from base to tip, causing him to become fully erect.  You smiled at yourself as you took him back into your mouth and started to bob your head up and down as much as you could take in, only looking back to Chris when you felt his hand brush your hair away from your face.  

Looking up at him, you decided to play coy, and slowly pulled him out of your mouth but continued to stroke him in your hand.  “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” you smirked at him.  

“You did, but only in the best way possible” he groaned as you continued your previous task and began bobbing again, using one hand to massage his balls and the other hand to stroke what couldn’t fit in your mouth.  

Chris’ moaning and heavy breathing was turning you on, but your objective this morning was his needs and not yours.  You continued working on his cock while looking at his face, and gawd did he look beautiful like this, but you could tell he was close or holding back trying to make it last longer, so you pulled back and smirked at him, whispering “cum for me, daddy”.  

A few more bobs of your head and he was gone, sending his seed to the back of your throat as you moaned around him.  “Well, that is a hell of a way to wake up…..what time is it?” Chris looked at you with a sleepy smile. 

“I’m glad you liked it, I just couldn't resist.  Whatever time it is, I’m hungry, we’ve worked up quite the appetite” you respond as you make your way back to lying beside him.  He leaned in for a sweet kiss. 

“I propose we shower and get something to eat.”  You could only smile and nod in response before he was lifting you bridal style and carrying you into the bathroom.

next part

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 2/?

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: Y/N - your name, A/N - any name (your best friend’s name)

Warnings: Swearing, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

Welcome Back! I have, once again, written more of Jason Todd because he’s a fucking teddy bear and I love him.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N and Jason both returned from that date feeling all giddy about each other, but trying their dammed-est to not let their hopes get too high about the other. However, that was extremely, extremely hard for Jason to do with family like Dick in his life. It’s like coming home to a hopeless romantic of a shipper as a nosey bitch. Lovingly, of course. No one’s like Dick.

“So, Y/N?” Dick asked Jason immediately as he entered the Manor.

“Yeah, what about her?”

“So, many questions: Was that a date? If no, will there be a date? Is there going to be a second date? Do you like her? Do you think we’ll like her? Does she know you’re Bruce Wayne’s son?” Dick rambled at his little brother.

“Okay hold on god damn, yes it was a date, yes there will be a second, yeah I think she’s cool and I like her, slow your roll Circus Boy, I don’t know when she’ll meet you lot, I don’t think she knows who I am, she’s from Metropolis, so I don’t think she knows the Waynes well.” Jason answered Dick with confidence.

“So you like her!” Steph mocked as she entered the hallway, probably heard her brothers talking about Y/N, so she wanted in on it. Somehow she had evaded Jason’s gaze though, so she startled him immensely.

“Jeez, how many of you will scare me today? And yeah, dumbass, I like her. But I’m doing this magical thing called ‘Not getting my god damn hopes up about her since it’s only the first date’ you hopeless romantic fucks.” Jason barked at them.

“Yeah, but you love us.” Dick said.

“That might be true, but your meddling is only going to cause chaos, Dick and Steph.”

“What about my meddling, Jay?” Bruce asked. Once again, he had heard the talking about Jason’s new crush and decided he’d parent the boy on his girl. Jason jumped out of his skin, because, he had once again, not seen Bruce enter the hallway despite his best efforts to not get startled again.

“You, are going to give me a heart attack.”

“Looks like this girl let your guard down.”

“Can we just go on patrol and stop badgering me?” Jason muttered under his breath.

“Nope!” Barbara exclaimed. Clearly, there’s a pattern with Waynes escaping Jason’s attempts to not get startled today, “We’re still going to badger you, Jay,” Barbara finished.

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When Y/N made her way back to A/N, she couldn’t help but turn her radio as loud as she could and try to take the longer journey back home. Pieces of quiet and tranquility always surprised and drew her in. Like a good book on a Sunday morning before the rest of the bustling city of Gotham or Metropolis awoke itself. If New York never sleeps, she thought, then what the hell do Gotham and Metropolis call themselves. She laughed.

There were a few good things about Gotham, like the people you’d meet on the street at 4am were some of the weirdest but kindest people you’d ever know. It’s like the city radiated off of the energy of the people in it, and in spite of the villains constantly hitting the city with their worst, somehow everyone never let it get to them. It was admirable. Metropolis was the same in that avenue, but it didn’t feel like the cold Gotham streets.

Y/N thought Jason was one of the kinder people she had met in her travels and classes. And she never thought that she’d meet someone she liked this much in her criminal psychology class of all places, but hey, the universe had different pen strokes for her.

She went and parked her car in the driveway of the rental house she and A/N shared. Only the two of them shared it, but if either of them lost their jobs, they’d be looking for another roommate immediately. Pulling out her bag which was full of notes written by Jason, the original notes written by her, and binders upon binders of criminal cases she was looking into at the time, she would get out of her car and begin walking to her door.

Of course, like most people, she would kick off her heels the minute she walked through the doors of the house, to which, A/N paused her music and went to go question Y/N about Jason.

“So, you know how this works, babes, lay it on me, how’s hottie? Is he kind?” A/N pondered.

“He’s so kind, he paid the printing fees for my notes and rewrote all of them, I guess it’s a system for us now. I write the notes in class while he tries to take it all in, we meet up, and he rewrites them all and pays the printing fee.”

“He paid the fee?! At that college?” A/N said, completely shocked.

“Is that shocking?”

“Well, the printing fees are so fucking expensive, hun. Mans must have daddy’s money to do that.”

“Really? Well regardless money doesn’t matter, he’s kind and I can make a name for myself if I graduate at the top of my class.” She said, fully believing this. Smart woman. She knew she could do it.

“I believe in you, do you have homework tonight? I can make dinner for you so you can study.” A/N offered.

“Nah, I’m just going to go file my notes and shower, I’ll come join you and help after.”

“Well, don’t drown.” A/N joked.

“Do you know how much effort that would take?” She laughed as she walked towards her room, once she got there she pulled out her papers and began the slow filing process of them into her desk.

About 2 minutes into this, she got a text:

Hey stranger.

If someone had a heart monitor hooked up to her, they could have bet their last penny on her heart skipping a beat. 

Hey Jason. She sent back.

I had a fun time today with you, do you want to do the same thing tomorrow, I could use your fast writing skills to get by in classes. And I just like talking to you. What do you say?

She thought. Maybe something legit is here, hopefully I’m not just used for notes. She worried about that, since she was just a tad insecure about him. He was pretty. She knew she was a looker, sure. But he was something more.

I would love to go on another budget date with you.

Budget? Actually yeah, I guess it is budget lol. Maybe next time I’ll actually take you out to lunch like I said I would.

I, honestly, completely forgot you said you’d take me to lunch, I was just having fun as we were talking.

Me too. You’re a hoot.

A hoot? That’s a book nerd statement if I’ve ever heard one. She joked. She didn’t actually know if he was a book nerd at this time, but they had been joking the entire time when she was filing her notes. She was no where near done filing her notes, Jason was a distraction from that, it wasn’t that important, she would end up finishing it later. She just liked some semblance of organization so she didn’t have to put it off.

I’ll have you know I’ve probably read more books than you.

Well book nerds are cute.

Eventually the messages from Jason and Y/N started slowing, Y/N assumed he was tired or working so she took her chance to file her notes and start running her shower.

Sorry Y/N, this has been fun but I’m going to get really sparse with replies, I got work to do.

That’s fine! Where do you work, by the way?

And she got into the shower. Halfway through her shower her phone pinged, she assumed Jason was texting back, so when she finished her shower, before she even got her towel on, she decided to answer him:

I work at Wayne Enterprises with my dad. It’s quite fun.  He had said.

Oh! I’ve heard the owner of Wayne Enterprises is a lovely man, have you met him? She asked him back.

And within an instant, he answered.

He’s my dad, so yeah.

You’re the Jason Todd? Heir to the Wayne Manor and Wayne Enterprises? She started thinking back on what A/N had said. Yep, she thought, Daddy’s money indeed. She started to slip into her pajamas, which were literally a mess and not put together, because this is the real world, not every girl has matching sets, when he answered:

I hope that doesn’t change much, Y/N.

Explains the camera I saw but didn’t mention, and that’s about it.

You saw the cameras? Damn it. I tried to shield you, they may have pictured us together, sorry.

Worth it for a lovely date. I’ve seen worse, my mum works with Clark Kent, who I guess you probably know since he’s Bruce’s best friend, and the paparazzi loves to take Clark’s picture.

Oh yeah, Uncle Clark. Yeah, the pap love him. You get used to it. I guess you somewhat know my family lol.

Nah, that’s about all I know. Wasn’t really interested in drama about you lot because it’s just not my business. Probably not a shared ideal with the general public.

She finished getting dressed and went to go cook with A/N, and share the news.

----------------------------------

“Girl! You were right about daddy’s money oh my god,” Y/N said when she entered the kitchen.

“Go on,” A/N urged.

“You know Jason Todd? Guess what. That’s hottie from Crim Psych 101.”

“Are you serious? That’s insane. You’re probably plastered across the internet right now for that date,” A/N laughed, “are you scared to date a famous man?” She asked.

“No, he’s really sweet and if this gets serious, I can just block out the flashes.”

The two of them laughed and started cooking. A/N was Latina, so, of course, she was in charge to cook most nights. But Y/N made killer desserts and pizza. Tonight was fajitas, so Y/N kind of sat bat and let A/N do her thing. Trying to know more so one day A/N wouldn’t have to do all the work, Y/N went onto the internet and the first thing she saw?

Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire, Jason Todd, out on a DATE with a Mystery Girl?

Like clockwork, Jason answered:

I guess I have a lot to teach you, and I hope you haven’t been on the internet recently.

I have. Globally Revered Son of a Millionaire. She texted back.

Fuck those damn tabloids. He said, she couldn’t help but agree, the paparazzi seem like they’re very invested in stories that aren’t theirs to tell.

Can’t agree with you more. We should put on a show for them tomorrow, actually give them something to write about.

I like your thinking.

You’ve opened up a lot today.

Is it your turn now?

What do you want to know? You asked him before turning to A/N.

“Tabloids talk too much,” you sneered at her.

“Cat should get their tongue and choke on it,” she finished, “did you at least look cute in their pics?” she asked.

“Somehow. Wasn’t even posing,” Y/N finished.

“Well, food’s done, are you still hungry?”

“Always.”

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Jason turned to his brother, Dick, Nightwing, and said, 

“She knows now.”

“That you’re rich?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess I have to be more wary of her now,” he sighed, “I hope she’s not in it for the Wayne fortune.”

“Doubt she is if she agreed the tabloids can suck it, Red Hood.”

“I pray you’re right.”

He then drew his guns and fired at the ground underneath their laest venture into crime-fighting. This was gonna be one hell of a ride Y/N embarked on, not even knowing what she was getting into.

[stanknotstark]

Little Stresses

Ok! I hope i’m finally able to upload this request and I would just like to say if you have the time go congratulate @d1a2n389​ because they are offcially a doctor/surgeon now! They worked their butt off for that title and honestly as nice and patient as they are i believe they whole heartedly deserve it. I am sorry this took so long to upload as well. I rewrote the entire fic like 3 times, not gonna lie, and then tumblr wouldn’t allow me to upload it so 😭  i’m sorry it’s short too if anything i can always come back for a part 2! but regardless, i hope you enjoy!

Request: Number 20 from your prompt list "a hand written note" combined with 25 "falling asleep in their arms" for our beloved Loki 💕 and an anxious female reader that possibly freaks out about her upcoming final, final, final exams??  

Loki could see the stress you carried through your daily life. He could see the tension stretched across your shoulders, to which you would ask for back rubs at night to relieve the pain of being wound up all day. He could see the tightness around your eyes when you smiled, trying to keep a happy face on even in the face of hardship, something of which he admired of you. He especially saw the burden of stress when you studied, how you would mutter under your breath as you read with a frown permanently etched on your face until you were done and looked upon Loki. He loved that he helped erase that frown but was rueful you had any stresses at all. 

He would particularly watch as you brought your hand up to rub aggressively at your forehead when you hadn’t memorized something you read, would see you stress yourself out unnecessarily because Loki knew you had everything memorized you were just hard on yourself. He understands why, considering you’re studying for your final exam to become a surgeon, something that shouldn’t be taken lightly but you definitely stressed about it more so than needed. So, Loki came up with a plan, something to relieve some of the pressure and lighten your mood.

It’s an average day, as average as it gets in the Avenger’s tower and the Avengers are all doing their own thing. As for you, you’re walking back to your room after a study session when you come upon a note. There’s a flash of green, a piece of small parchment falling from the air and your reaction is quick enough to reach out a hand and catch the falling paper. It’s old and yellowing and there’s elegant green script on the parchment.

Perhaps this Fall, a time of rejoice, holds dear a day of utter jubilation.

Take my request, accept what I have to give, take my hand, accept my concern.

However, not by choice, in due days, you’ve failed to find simple elation.

For I have one night to give, one night to command, all due stress to upturn.

You’ll find your gift in the one place no one, tis I, knows of your truest desire. 

- L

As you read over the note you feel a smile take over your lips. With a new excitement you skip to your room to see what Loki has planned for you. Everything the man does is with elegance and a specific flamboyancy so there’s no telling what awaits you. 

As you reach the door to your room you take in a deep breath, your eyes falling shut naturally. Whatever was behind this door, for whatever reason Loki has decided, is meant to comfort you, something you desperately need right now. 

You reach for the handle and open the door, opening your eyes, and stepping into the room. A small gasp escapes your lips when you see your room isn’t really even your room anymore. Instead of a bed there’s a pit of blankets and pillows covered in green and black silk. The dressers that used to be in your room are now wooden tables with goblets of red liquid, perhaps wine or juice, and golden platters of foods you’ve never seen on Earth. Instead of a tv there’s a projector pointing at a white sheet. The walls are lined with overgrowth of green vines, the actual walls now moss covered cobblestone.  The floor is covered in oriental rugs with intricate designs, the colors dulled browns, forest greens, and golden lines. In the middle of it all Loki stands there, a purple tulip in his hand and his face a calm mask as he identifies your reaction before reacting himself, you’re sure. 

When you come back to yourself you bite your lip and try to hold back the tears welling up in your eyes. Loki is quick to step forward, his hand outstretched. “Have I made a mistake?” He quickly asks, his face now one of worry. 

You’re quick to shake your head, causing your tears to fall down your cheeks. “No, it’s perfect.” You gasp out. Loki lets out a small breath of relief before he’s taking you into his arms. 

As you both hold each other Loki is the first to break the new silence. 

“You’ve been running yourself ragged with this upcoming exam, I figured you could use a break.” He says, his voice soft as it falls on your ears. You pull back just enough to look up at him with a grateful smile. “Thank you.” You sniff out, quickly rubbing your tears away.

Loki gives a small smile then brings up the tulip he has and puts the short stem on your ear so you now wear the flower. 

“Come.” He lightly demands, his voice has an excited tenor to it as he grabs your hand and pulls you to the pit of pillows and blankets. You both settle in the mound of softness, you hugged into Loki’s side and Loki with an arm around your shoulders. The white sheet that hangs on your wall now emits a soft white light before it starts playing one of your favorite comfort movies, Moana. 

“Would you like a drink or snack?” Loki whispers into your hair, kissing the top of your head. 

“I’ve never tried any of the food...can you pick something you think I’ll like?” 

Loki hums happily, using his magic to hover two goblets over and a platter of unknown finger foods. 

When the platter stops moving and hovers near you you excitedly look over the new food. You’re quick to pick up a small white ball. The outside is matte and you know there’s something inside because you can faintly see purple through the opaque skin. 

“Hvit Terte.” Loki whispers over the playing movie. “However, Thor and I call them kakejuice.”

You take in this new information with fascination before you take a big bite out of the desert. The cake itself is very sweet and resembles the consistency of cheesecake but as the purple inside fills your mouth it dissolves the cake with a tart taste. It’s like nothing you’ve ever tried and you quickly eat the rest of the desert. “Oh my god.” You whisper as you pick up another one.

Loki chuckles, “Be careful, they’re very filling.” 

You settle back into Loki, who now sips on his wine, and slowly eat through the deserts as the movie plays the song Where You Are. 

By mid movie you’re desperately trying to keep your eyes open but it’s futile. You’ve spent weeks staying up late to study and memorize everything before your exam. There's no way you’ll be able to keep your eyes open any longer. So, you snuggle deeper into Loki’s arms, wrap yourself around him like a squid, and peep up at his face that now looks down at you with a soft smile. 

“Sleep, darling, you could use the rest.” 

“Thank you,” You whisper in a groggy voice, “I love you.” 

“As I love you.” Loki whispers, kissing you before you lay your head on his chest and finally sleep. 

Before you fully knock out you feel a smile tug at your lips. Everything will be ok. You’ll pass your test, you just know it. You can’t help but appreciate having the best boyfriend who supports you so much. 

~~~

A few days later, as you’re coming home, you enter your floor in the Avenger’s tower. You huff as you enter, force a sad face on so when Loki looks at you he becomes worried. 

“Darling?” He asks, his voice wavering with concern.

You bite your lip but can’t stop the smile that breaks out across your face. 

“I passed!” 

Loki’s smile stretches across his lips and he’s quick to stand and come to hug you tightly. 

“I knew you would.” He whispers into your hair. His hand soothingly rubs across your back. 

As you hug him back you chuckle. “I actually ended up over studying, there wasn’t as much as i thought there would be so i was severely over prepared.” 

Loki chuckles with you. “Better over than under I suppose.” 

You pull away from his hug just enough to look up at him. “I want to thank you. You’ve been nothing but supportive, even going so far as to help calm me down with your magic and I really appreciate what you’ve done.” You see Loki’s lips quirk up at the ends before he slides a hand up and cups your face. 

“I would destroy worlds for you, darling. Nothing could stop me if it meant I could make you happy.” Then Loki is kissing you and you feel the butterflies in your stomach, the tingling in your hands, the warmth in your chest. 

When you both pull away you keep your eyes closed and smile. “I love you.”