Hi There! I Just Saw You Were Taking Requests And I’m Wondering If You Could Write A Fic About Gandalf

Are you a fan of Jake Gyllenhaal? What do you think of his movie that's coming out?

If you are interested maybe you could write for his many characters that he has played

Dude, I was obsessed with this man for yearsss 😭 He's played in so many fantastic movies that it's hard not to appreciate him to be honest.

And if you're talking about The Guilty I am beyond excited 👏 I love seeing him in True Crime/Intense/Thriller-esque roles, so I know it's gonna be great.

Alllsoo, to be honest, I've actually got a few Donnie Darko and Detective Loki fics sitting in my drafts waiting to be finished lmao; so I'm definitely gonna be poppin those out eventually. Any particular character you wanna see @david-winters-93?

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Some day I'll write some fanfic explaining how Klinger and Father Mulcahy became hippies after the war.

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Time After Time

Pairing: Greylock the Grand x Childhood friend! Reader

Word Count: Roughly 1,586 words

Warnings: Mental health mention and lots of yearning

Notes: I do not own the gif or the characters; they belong to their rightful owners! The story is all mine though ☺💖💝 Feedback is always appreciated and requests for stories on certain characters are always welcome!

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To say that you and Greylock made an entrance at the ceremony was an understatement. You were dressed in the most radiant blue gown you could afford with your castle paycheck while Greylock had worn a finely-fit black tux under his usual cloak. Like two peas in a pod, you gracefully made your way to an empty seat in the semi-crowded ballroom.

Additionally, unlike the ‘holier-than-thou’ strut that he usually carried himself with, Greylock switched it in favor of clutching onto you and walking as if he was on cloud nine. Which he felt he was currently on.

This, of course, immediately got the attention of his would-be rival Cedric, who let out an exasperated sigh at the sight of you two together. It wasn’t as if he didn’t trust you or your judgement, but he most definitely did not trust the man latched to your side. Especially since the woman Greylock chose to get involved with was his sister.

He never fully understood why you both gravitated towards each other, but, if he made you happy, then who was he to stop your seemingly harmless relationship.

What baffled Cedric at that moment though, was how he had gotten you to agree to join him at this year's ball. You two hadn’t kept in touch that much over the last couple of years given his transfer to Magnus’ kingdom, so the fact you both were still on decent standing confused him. But he wouldn’t deny that he was relieved you were finally getting what you had been wanting for the last couple of years. Especially since he had to hear an earful of it every day you two were apart. 

--------------Earlier That Evening--------------

Wandering around the seemingly endless corridors of the Enchancia castle, Greylock was dying to find an excuse to leave or let loose at the ball him and most of his colleagues were cordially invited to. Not that he didn’t appreciate the food and view though. Enchanica had a certain type of charm that left people wanting more, and Greylock definitely desired more. More company that is.

And when he caught a glance of a stunning woman, he finally thought he had a chance of getting what he so desperately wanted.

When Greylock caught his first glance at you though, he couldn't catch the breath that escaped his lungs quick enough.

You were the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid his eyes on and, in a sense of silent fleeting hope, he dreamed that you could be the one to ease his distress at the function he was forced to attend by his dear king Magnus. Staring at you for at least five minutes straight, Greylock was shaken out of his thoughts when he realized he should probably get a move on if he wanted to avoid someone else snatching your attention. Especially since the woman was someone that he knew quite well.

Gripping the top of his pointed, purple hat, he slowly lowered it to be gripped by his left palm.

Circling the brim with both hands, be walked at an excruciatingly slow pace towards you and went to grip your hand.

".....(y/n)?..Is it really you?"

To that, you only shook your head and let out a soft and quiet laugh as you turned to fully face you.

"I’m surprised it took you so long to figure it out, Lock. You’re usually so quick to pick up details, and I was getting tired of you staring at me from so far away,” you said teasingly.

Greylock’s face was brought back to his usual face spanning smile, but the usual arrogant gleam in his eyes was replaced with a loving tint. 

“It’s so good to see you (y/n). I’ve missed you so much; I’ve tried to keep in touch- I swear! King Magnus’ rule just kept me too tied up. But nothing pleases me more than seeing your radiant face once more.”

His eyes dropped into one of pure fondness as he leaned down to finish kissing the top of your hand. Looking up, he noticed the bashful look on your face as you ducked your head and gripped his hand tighter for a few seconds longer. When the seconds finished, you reluctantly pulled your palms towards your abdomen.

"A touching compliment from one so handsome, my dear ol’ friend. Would you care to accompany me to the dining hall? I hear they're serving the finest dish tonight and I’d be delighted to share mine with you.”

When you both started making your way to the ballroom Greylock was met with the sudden realization of why he missed you so much. You had always offered him solace and a way to let loose without fear of ridicule or jealousy. It shocked him that you could be the twin sister of this sworn rival. Although you both were very much alike, you were both so starkly different. Particularly when it came to opinions on him. Regardless of that though, he appreciated everything you helped him through and yearned to start a future with you. One where you were more than friends. One where you were both lovers. That’s why following you like a lovesick puppy came so naturally to him. Even if he did it in front of a crowd of royalty and royal subjects,

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Over the span of the night, you and Greylock had catched up on the time he had missed out on (as well as the time you missed out on), ate a lovely dinner together, squabbled chatted with your brother, and joked around with a few of your old friends. When both of you guys’ favorite song began to reverberate through the echoing ballroom, both of you couldn’t deny the desire to get caught up in each other's arms.

“May I have this dance my dear?,” he asked, offering you his right arm.

Repressing a face-splitting grin, you quipped back a, “Do you even have to ask?”

Time after time

I tell myself that I'm

So lucky to be loving you

Pulling each other together while you rested your head on his upper chest, Greylock started to sway you both left to right in a rhythmic motion. And although you both shared each other's feelings, neither of you wanted to voice them. The fear of ruining the moment weighted too heavy over both of your heads.

So lucky to be

The one you run to see

In the evening, when the day is through

In a similar turn of events, you began to think back on all of the childhood memories you had shared together and how, when the stress of living up to your father began to harm your mental health, Greylock was always there to reassure and offer you comfort. This led to a string of thoughts related to the traits you favored in him. You adored the softness of his hair, the drawl of his voice, the airiness of his laugh, the way he made you laugh and entertained people, and the playfulness of his attitude. What you loved the most though, was the way he made you feel loved.

I only know what I know

The passing years will show

You've kept my love so young, so new

While finishing your stream of thoughts, Greylock pushed you back just enough to see your eyes and hesitantly opened his mouth. Shifting his eyes, he started to sweat; as though he was regretting initiating this particular conversation.

"Darling... what...would you say your plans are for the future?"

This question frightened you a tad, but the romantic atmosphere in the air had gifted you enough confidence to share a small aspect of your real feelings.

"Well.. I suppose advance in my career and...perhaps be in your life more. You've been gone so long, and I've just realized how terribly I miss you."

With a fastened heartbeat and hopefully teasing tone, Greylock quipped back saying:

"Trying to charm me are you? Well, I'd say that you've succeeded my dear."

He arched his left eyebrow and offered you a playful smirk, adding quickly:

"I knew it was just a matter of time before you fell into my dashing arms."

You swatted his arm playfully and then dragged you hand down it until it reached his elbow. Gazing tenderly up at him, you gave a shy smile and clutched his arm in an affectionate manner.

"Would that be so bad? Falling into your arms? Or perhaps,...falling in love with you?"

Those sixteen words were all Greylock needed to hear to have his heart slamming erratically in his chest and his pointed ears burn a shocking shade of red. 

He had yearned for you to admit those feelings for the longest time and could feel his childhood sense of glee rise in his throat as he knew that his feelings were being reciprocated. 

Stopping you both from dancing, he gripped both of yours arms in his palms and leaned his forehead slowly down onto yours.

"Love, I wouldn't have it any other way. After all, if this is what makes life so divine, then the key to heaven is mine. If you would accept, I'd love to have the chance to...perhaps...court you?"

And with one swift swoop upwards, you pressed your lips together and melded them in fluid motion.

"My love, I wouldn't have it any other way either."

And time after time

You'll hear me say that I'm

So lucky to be loving you

★The Little Ordinary Things That Everyone Ought To Do★

                                               Drabble:  [I/XXX]

      ✧ Genre/Prompt: Fluff

      ✧ Pairing: Abner Krill x [Gender Neutral] Reader

      ✧ Word Count: 1,008 Words

      ✧ A/N: This isn’t a series exactly, but these drabbles can be considered to exist in the same universe. Feelin like this fic doesn’t flow as much as I’d like, but hopefully it does our boy justice. Abner Appreciators Do Interact!!

Now, say what you will about Belle Reve, but on some days it had its benefits. That is, you thought it had its benefits. Most prisoners, and any sane person for that matter, knew that nothing good came from the deadliest prison in the entire country. Entire world for that matter. It held all the people society deemed unfavorable as well as every super-villain that the authorities could catch.

And despite all that, you still found the small slivers of good buried within its decrepit walls. Most notably being the person you found yourself wanting to spend every waking second with. Your favorite person in the whole world. A person named Abner Krill. 

Though a tad reserved, you found yourself subtly charmed by the, admittedly, attractive ‘villain.’ It had taken years of forced conversations, shared food, and small gifts but, sooner or later, Abner had warmed up to you. You were the only person he had known that had ever shown him kindness just for the sake of being kind. This sense of security and trust you two created over the years only served to strengthen your bond and, over time, Abner began to see less and less of his mother in you; finally being able to appreciate you as your full self. Looks and all.

And while he appreciated your love and beauty with every fibre of his being, it was the little domestic moments you two shared that he loved the most. The moments where he felt the most human. The moments where he was normal and not looked at and analyzed clinically. The moments where he could pretend he wasn’t locked up like some piece of discarded trash and rather, at home with you by his side. 

Moments like this.

“Soooo, which one you want? We got gold, black, teal...I think?, and this nice shade of red.”

Abner peered at the various bottles of colored liquid you had spread out around the both of you and thought about which one would be a good choice for you two.

They all looked nice....but which would be a good fit for this month? 

....

More importantly, how could a decision so small be so frustrating?

He picked at the remnants of the emerald green nail polish stuck to the edges of his thumb (a choice you had made last month) and gave you a pensive look.

“Ah geez....I don’t know......What d’you think?” 

Wagging your finger at him, you let out a disagreeing noise.

“Nuh-uh, not fair. I picked last month’s color. It’s your turn now dippin’ dots.”

This only made him more frustrated.

“C’mon, please? Give me something to work off at least??”

Although seemingly harmless, situations such as there were a sad reality between you and Abner. 

Whenever a decision had to be made you were usually the one who had to make ‘em. Abner, out of no fault of his own, always had this underlying fear that you would somehow hate whatever choice slipped out of his mouth; perhaps looking to berate him like all the others. Unsurprisingly, that had not been the case. You had, in fact, enthusiastically supported whatever he chose to do in every situation. [As long as it was morally correct that is...] And throughout both of your sentences at Belle Reve you had slowly, but surely, gotten him out of the habit of using self-depreciating humor. A trait picked up through his countless trauma responses. Not unlike that of his undying cynicism.

That being said, it was during mundane, domestic situations like this that his trauma occasionally resurfaced; the comfort being a little too foreign and unwelcoming for his taste.

With a reluctant sigh, you pushed the gold and black bottles together. The clink of the glasses breaking the momentary silence.

“Well, I’m pretty sure that rumor of Waller picking us for the new suicide mission is true. So if that’s the case....these two might match best with our costumes.”

Pushing the red bottle over to the others, you continued your sentiment...

“Buuuttt, this might be a little more flattering if that’s the look you’re going for.”

Your opinion seemed to do the trick and it appeared as though Abner had finally made up his mind.

“How about all three..?”

He scratched his chin out of nervousness, but ultimately looked content with his choice; looking up to see if you approved as well. Which you did. 

“Why not! It’ll go perfect with your polka-dot man persona. Gotta love a man who stays in uniform.”

With a suppressed smirk he shook his head and hid his head in his chest, a

“Yeah, yeah okay Captain Cold..like you’re one to talk,” being let out underneath his breath. 

Huffing, you kicked his shin playfully.

“I heard that y’know. You keep that up and you’ll be painting your own nails buster.”

That seemed to humble him enough and soon the fake groveling began; praying for your forgiveness so he wouldn’t fuck up his nails like he had countless times before. 

Laughing at the stupidity of the situation, you both lamented on the grey cloud that was closing in on the distance. Neither of you knew what would eventually happen on the suicide mission you would no doubt be forced to attend, but at very least you had moments like these to live off of. Ones where you both could live as domestically as you could, knowing that, despite your situation, you had each other. 

Each waiting out the storm with the other. Each holding each other when things got rough. Each fantasizing about what could’ve happened had things been different.

And while it would take some time before Abner would fully grow into his own, at least you could go to sleep peacefully knowing you were one of the rare few that got to see him at his best.

All you knew for certain at the moment though was that you had a lot of work to do if you wanted to get you guys’ nails done before dinner.

Startup and Guidelines

Startup:

Here’s a list of the type of content that I’m allowing to be requested for time being (until my no thoughts head empty lookin brain gets its crap together lmao). I’ve listed a few fandoms and the characters in them that I’ll be willing to write for at the moment. I’ll be adding more soon, so keep an eye out for when I do! Even request a few and I’ll say if I can do them or not! (It’ll be based on if I’ve seen or read any of the media suggested, but if i haven’t seen or read it yet I’ll add it to the list!)

Types of Content:

Full fics

Playlists Maybe?

Headcannons

Drabbles (If I can handle writing so little)

Imagines

Etc.

Fandoms: (bolded means I write best for those***)

(Will do almost any character and any type of reader! Just give me ideas and a detailed description of what you’d like and I’ll try to get to it :) I may have to do research if I don’t understand a topic, but I’ll try to do my best!)

Buzfeed Unsolved: Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara

Conan O’Brien [cause honestly, why not?]

Ghost [the band]: Cardinal Copia, Papa Nihil, Papa Emeritus II, and Tobias Forge

Good Omens [book and movie]: Crowley, Aziraphale, Gabriel, Anathema Device, Newton Pulsifer, Hastur, War, Death, Famine, Pollution, and Beelzebub

Harry Potter [books and movie]: Severus Snape, Cho Chang, Barty Crouch Sr. and Jr., Cedric Diggory, Amos Diggory, Albus Dumbledore, Argus Filch, Hermione Granger, Rubeus Hagrid, Viktor Krum, Tom Riddle, Silvanus Kettleburn, Neville Longbottom, Golderoy Lockhart, Luna Lovegood, Xenophilius Lovegood, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Alastor Moody, Garrick Ollivander, Poppy Pomfrey, Harry Potter, Quirinus Quirrell, Newt Scamander, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Aurora Sinistra, Sybil Trelawney, Blaise Zabini, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Percy Weasley, and Ginny Weasley

Joker: Arthur Fleck and Sophie Dumond

Law and Order SVU: John Much, Olivia Benson, George Huang, Odafin Tutuola, Melinda Warner, Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Ed Tucker, William Dodds, Mike Dodds, Carl Rudnick, and Greg Yates.

Network: Max Schumacher, Howard Beale, Diana Christensen, and anyone else you want

Sherlock Holmes [books, movie, or tv show versions! I love them all!]: Sherlock Holmes, Moriarty, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Philip Anderson, Molly Hooper, Irene Adler, and Charles Magnussen

Sofia the First [kinda cringe, but let ya boi live man]: Cedric, Greylock, Baileywick, and maybe Roland

Stephen Colbert [Because, again, why not?]

Supernatural [sort of? I haven’t seen it fully yet, but I got a feel for the characters!]: will list later (way too many characters; gotta love them tho)

The Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit [book or movies. I write pretty decently for all of these and maybe a few more]: Boromir, Pippin, Gil-Galad, Bilbo, Gandalf, Aragorn, Arwen, Elrond, Lindir, Galadriel, Eowyn, Faramir, Grima Wormtongue, Haldir, Saruman, Denethor, Thranduil, Radagast, Ori, Bofur, Thorin, Nori, Tauriel, Beorn, etc.

The Matrix [currently watching, so hopefully I’ll get a good grasp of the characters: Agent Smith, Morpheus, Neo, and anyone else I suppose

The Office [U.S. version, although I may do the U.K. one if I watch enough of it]: Toby Flenderson, Dwight Schrute, Andy Bernard, Darryl Philbin, Gabe Lewis, and Michael Scott

The Thick of It: Glenn Cullen, Hugh Abbot, Malcolm Tucker, Peter Mannion, Phil Smith, Emma Messinger, Jamie, Cliff Lawton, and anyone else I suppose

Top Gear [UK]: James May, Jeremy Clarkson, and Richard Hammond

Twin Peaks: Dale Cooper, Audrey Horne, Jocelyn Packard, Andy Brennan, Lucy Moran, Laura Palmer, Leland Palmer, Tommy “Hawk” Hill, Lawrence Jacoby, Albert Rosenfield, and Gordon Cole

Watchmen [movie and comic for now until I finish the new series!: Walter Kovacs, Jonathan Osterman, Daniel Dreiberg, Nelson Gardner, Byron Lewis, Hollis Mason, Ursula Zandt, Adrian Veidt, and Moloch

To Be Continued....

Will do:

The best that I can with what is asked! I’ll even write for super old or niche media as well if I know it; asking would probably be the best option though :)

Will not do:

To sum up: anything offensive or that is morally wrong. If you aren’t sure about something, just ask! I’m down to answer questions! :)

A Kissing Prompt List

Places Where People Kiss:

In the rain.

In a vehicle.

In the street.

On the sidewalk.

In the shower.

In the kitchen.

In the snow.

Under the stars.

In the moonlight.

By the river.

In the water.

In the bedroom.

In a bar.

At a party.

At the other’s place.

By a campfire.

Reasons to kiss:

Life or Death

Love

Celebration

Longing

Missing the other

Relief

Lust

Need

No reason at all

Admiration

Power

First Kiss

Confessing feelings

A bet

Sad or hurt feelings

First date