Hi Natasha!! I feel like I disappeared and just... never came back lol

Though I'm here to request! This time for Saeran :o

Seeing as I'm planning on starting Ray route soon, could we have a story about Saeran finally being able to confide within you after ages of ignoring his own feelings? I'd imagine that the MC would pry it out of him after noticing he's been acting odd lately. You could take a school setting or canon setting; whatevers easier!

Or, if that doesn't make sense, you could write something about Ray breaking down over feeling helpless; where he thinks that he doesn't do enough/isn't enough for MC.

Or... you could combine the two ideas and write the whole story about Saeran.

SO sorry if this confused you. Ignore it if it did! its completely fine :3

Hi-Hi, lovely to see you back!! <3 I decided to go with SE Saeran for this one, both because I'm currently in my SE Saeran brainrot and because this seems fitting for him. Good luck on your Ray route playthrough! Make sure to have lots of tissues nearby, because you're about to go on a very wild ride of emotions. Also, for future notice, my name's Mia! Natasha is the name of my OC (dw it's kinda a common thing with my url but I don't wanna change it at this point xD)

"...We all know that something is wrong, you know."

Saeran doesn't pay attention to you while you carefully make your presence known by shuffles of your feet against the floor. You are aware that he heard you. He just doesn't say nor do anything to show it. And that worries you.

Saeran was always the quiet, closed-off type. Not like you could blame him, considering all he had to go through. Similar to a feral cat, you've always respected his silent need for space and freedom. If he wanted to talk, he would talk. If he had a desire to spend time with you, he would approach you on his own. You simply demonstrated your desire to be close to him, so that he would know that you wanted him near you.

But... Even you could sense that something wasn't right today. Saeyoung felt it almost immediately, whether it was thanks to their inherent twin connection or his natural tendency to worry about his younger brother. However, just because Saeyoung knew something was wrong doesn't mean he can do anything about it, unless Saeran openly allows him to.

And he was definitely not doing that.

You had to rush down to the kitchen because you heard the sound of glass breaking, and then Saeran shouting. Upon your arrival, the younger twin had already left the room, only giving you a quick unfocused glance before pushing past you. Thankfully, no one was hurt. You talked with Saeyoung in hushed voices as you both cleaned up the broken shards, offering him some comfort in the process. Although you were concerned about Saeran, Saeyoung was equally important to you. Whenever those kinds of incidents happened, his well-being was just as important. Even if he often refuses to acknowledge it.

It seems that Saeran must have cut himself while preparing dinner, and somehow, this turned into an outburst once Saeyoung became worried and tried to help. Both of you acknowledged that there is a deeper issue at play here. Something underlying right under the surface. And it was probably something very unpleasant.

In the end, you both agreed to have you go and attempt to speak with Saeran. Since you weren't present during the entire scene. So, now here you were, silently standing over the younger twin as he sat on the couch, his back turned to you. It hurt your heart to see him hunched over like that, almost like he was curling in on himself. The position didn't appear to be comfortable to be in.

"Saeran, please... tell me what's wrong. I can see you are in pain." Your voice is soft and quiet. You don't want to accidentally push him away. You slowly take a seat on the edge of the couch, a small distance away from him to give him space to breathe and not get overwhelmed.

He shifts ever so slightly, a jerky movement leaving him with a shaky breath. It was probably supposed to be a huff, but it was far too weak to sound like one.

"...I'm fine."

You sigh. "You're not. Look... You don't have to tell me everything, ok? But, I can see that you are in pain, and I want to help you. So... just tell me what you need. I won't ask for anything more."

That seemed to reassure him just a little bit, judging by the way his shoulders lowered, and he paused, possibly thinking over your request. You didn't say anything, only allowing him to do this at his own pace.

At last, there was a reply.

But instead of verbalizing, he just shifts to sit up on the couch and turns over to you. He doesn't look at you, but quietly pulls out his hand and shows it to you. His palm is caked with relatively fresh blood, a decently sized cut being the source of the red substance painting over his skin. It wasn't anything serious by any means, but it sure looked painful.

However... something told you it wasn't the cut that bothered him. Saeran refused to examine his hand. His head was turned away, and his red bangs were falling over his eyes, making it difficult for you to see his face. But, his lips were pressed together into a thin, tense line. You also couldn't help but notice the ungodly tremble in his hands. They were shaking violently. In a way that clearly showed distress without saying a word.

You carefully grasped his wrist, inspecting the cut. Most of the bloody mess was caused by him smearing the blood over his palm, and it didn't seem as bad as you thought at first. Gently rubbing your thumb over his wrist, you pulled away. "I'll clean it up for you, ok? Just wait here."

He didn't respond, but he did give you a brief nod. You now have all the green light you needed.

Saeran hadn't said a word to you until you wrapped a clean gauze over his palm and gently patted his arm to let him know that you were done. The cautiousness with which he turned to look at his hand was unmistakable. Almost like he was sure he'll see something utterly horrifying in its place. The shaky sigh of relief he did let out, though, made you smile. He flexed his hand a bit and turned it around to look over it fully.

"...Thank you."

The murmur was both quiet and soft. Genuine. His mint eyes were filled with earnest gratitude when he looked at you, and that was all you needed. You merely smiled, giving him a nod. "Of course. Do you feel better now?"

Another nod.

"That's wonderful. I'll go put away the medkit, and-"

"-Wait."

As he grasped at your sleeve, you stopped and turned around to look at him. Once again, his face was turned away from you, but this time it was a far more bashful gesture than a distressed one. You weren't completely sure, but you thought you could see a hint of pink dusting over his cheeks.

Saeran breathed a sigh, almost like he was preparing himself before saying anything. Then, he pulled you back a little bit. "...Stay. Please."

There was no need for you to hear anything else.

And so, that's how you ended up holding him close as you both huddled up on the couch, your chin resting on top of his head as he buried his face in your chest. For a while, only the sounds of your shared breaths filled the space. You promised him you wouldn't ask for anything, and you were not about to go back on that promise.

Saeran was the one who spoke up.

"Is... Hyung alright?"

Humming, you raised your hand to run your fingers through his unruly hair. The main purpose is to keep him calm and relaxed. "He's okay. Very worried about you, though."

Saeran tenses a bit, but then sighs heavily, almost in defeat. You bite back on the desire to push him for answers.

"I... didn't mean to scream at him like that. I just-"

A shaky breath. You squeeze him a bit tighter, your other hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"You don't have to say anything you don't want to say, Saeran. None of us blame you."

"-You should."

It was up to you to be the one to sigh now.

"Saeran..."

He shakes his head, but his grip on you tightens, his voice becoming shakier by the moment. It seemed as though he was engaged in a mental battle with himself. It hurt you to be unable to do anything but just hold him and let him talk.

"You know why I started screeching at him for no reason? There must be some rational explanation, right? That's what you think. Well, there isn't. I-" Another shaky breath. The sound of this one was almost like a sob. Your heart started pounding in your chest with anxiety. "I cut my hand on the knife, and just the sight of blood on my hands set me off. I threw a glass bowl at my brother because of a fucking cut on my hand."

You didn't answer right away. Gathering your thoughts and emotions is definitely necessary before you proceed and say something you might regret later. You should be careful here.

So that's what happened... Now that you thought about it, the sight of blood did always make Saeran very uncomfortable. But, to see it coating his hands... Well, you didn't have to guess for long. All three of you were aware of what actually occurred to V on that day.

And what a heavy burden Saeran had to carry with him for the rest of his life.

"Oh... Saeran..."

"-Just-" At this point, it was clear that he was crying. His entire body was shaking with silent sobs as he pressed himself further into you, almost like he was trying to hide from the world in your embrace. "Just hold me. Please. I- I feel so sick..."

So you do. Without uttering a single word. Holding him is what you do. You will have a proper conversation about it once he lets it all out.

Until then, you will be there for him to be his support.

Stay The Night - Barry Allen

summary : Y/N’s apartment is somehow full of deadly mold so she can’t stay at her own place. Who does she call in this desperate time? Barry Allen, the fastest man alive.

word count : 2.2k+

warnings : fluff, awkwardness, smut, fingering, handjob, slight dirty talk(?),

pairing / characters : barry allen x reader, 

prompt : “Could you do a Barry Allen fic where reader has to stay at his apartment for the night bc something happened to hers(doesn’t really matter what) and he insists on her sleeping in the bed to be more comfortable and love confessions and smut ensue lolll”

A/N : I am so sorry that this took me absolutely forever to write, and that it doesn’t have a whole lot of smut in it, but here ya go! I hope you enjoy it!

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Everything had turned to shit fast. Y/N was on her way home from work as she got a call that her apartment was infected with some sort of deadly fungus and no one could go back into the apartment. 

“Of course, it just had to be a deadly fungus. How the fuck did it even get in my apartment.” Y/N grumbled lowly as she fished out her phone and dialed her friend Barry.

Y/N and Barry had known each other since the Particle Accelerator exploded and gave him his powers and brought her to work with with him, Caitlyn, Cisco and the others. It was now four years later and they had grown closer through time. 

Dialing Barry’s number, Y/N held her cell phone to her ear and listened to the ringing of the other end. On the third ring, he finally answered. “Hey, Y/N/N whats up?” Barry’s voice echoed through the phone.

“So, I need a favor from you? Um, my apartment complex is apparently full of some deadly fungus or whatever, and I need a place to stay. Can I stay at your apartment, please?” Y/N asked. There was a silence over the phone until Y/N heard a big thud on the other end. “Barry?” Y/N asked again.

“Hey! Yeah, sorry, um yeah you can stay over for the night.” He answered. Something in his voice told Y/N that he was just a little bit nervous.

Y/N let out a breathe of relief and smiled. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll be over in a few.” Y/N hung up and continued on to her destination. She arrived at Barry’s apartment complex about 15 minutes later. Knocking on his door Y/N waited for him to answer. It didn’t take long for the speedster to rush to his front door, nearly slipping in the process, and opening it up to see his close friend.

Through the years of Y/N and Barry working together, both had grown strong feelings for the other but never said a thing about it. Sure, Barry was so called ‘in love’ with Iris West, but that feeling faded as he watched her be happy with other people that weren’t him. Even with how smart Barry was, he never caught the clues that Y/N hinted at even when everyone else saw them. He dated a few girls, oblivious to the fact the Y/N had the same feelings for him as he had for her. Y/N never was one to date anyone unless she truly liked them, so over the past four years she never really dated anyone. 

Barry let out a breathe and opened the door, smiling as he saw his friend on the other side. “Hey.” He breathed out, moving out of the way slightly to let her in. 

“Thank you for letting me stay the night, Barr. It means a lot.” Y/N said as she kicked her shoes off and hung her purse on the coat rack. 

“Yeah no problem.” Barry said, scratching the back of his neck. “So why did you call me instead of Caitlyn or Iris?” Barry asked as he plopped down onto the couch. Y/N followed him and sat pretty close to the boy, but it was far enough to where they weren’t touching. 

“Caitlyn has something going on that she won’t tell me about, and Iris and I really aren’t that close outside of working at the lab.” Y/N explained.

Barry tilted his head a bit, making him look even cuter in Y/N’s eyes. “What? I thought you guys seemed pretty close.” Barry said.

Y/N shook her head, “Nope, I honestly don’t think she likes me all that much.” Y/N said, “I don’t know why, I’ve never done anything to her, but yeah. Outside of work, we don’t really talk.” Barry only nodded.

The two sat in an awkward silence of their own making until Barry finally spoke up, “I can take the couch if you want, so you can have the bed.” He offered.

“No, no that’s your bed I can sleep on the couch it’s fine.” Y/N argued. 

“Please, Y/N/N, take the bed.” Barry argued back. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, thinking of a response that wouldn’t cause the two to fight about the sleeping arrangements.

“How about we both sleep in the bed?” Y/N finally said, “You have a big enough bed right? We can both sleep in it that way we’re both comfortable.” Barry thought about it long and hard but finally agreed to this. Y/N smiled, relishing in the fact that she just won the argument. “In that case, can I borrow something to sleep in? The building manager wouldn’t even let me in to get some clothes.” 

Barry nodded and stood up, “Of course.” The speedster wandered off to his room to retrieve his clothes for Y/N, whom was waiting on the couch. Even though Y/N was more than beyond angry with her current housing situation, she was still very happy to get to spend some time with Barry. It had been a while since the pair had hung out just by themselves, and the fact that she was spending the night at his house made the butterflies in her stomach grow.

Y/N got up from the couch and walked to Barry’s bedroom, looking at the pictures that hung on the wall. Most of them wer of Joe, himself, and Iris. There were hardly any of them together. When Y/N saw pictures of Iris and Barry together she couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy rile up in her stomach. She didn’t hate Iris, she was just jealous of her relationship with Barry.

Walking into Barry’s room, she found him grabbing a pair of his boxers and then a t-shirt. He turned around, a little startled that she was right there waiting for him. Coughing awkwardly, he held out the pieces of clothing to Y/N, “Umm here you go, I don’t know if they’ll fit or not but it the only thing I thought might work and-“

Y/N cut Barry’s sentence off with one of her own, and it surprised the both of them, “Are you still in love with Iris?” Y/N said boldly.

The shocked expression on Barry’s face made Y/N come to the realization of what she just said.

“Am I what? Y/N/N, what are you talking about?” Barry asked as he walked over to his friend.

“Are you in love with Iris?” Y/N asked again.

Barry sighed, shaking his head. When he opened his mouth Y/N’s heart began to shatter, “No, I’m not in love with her anymore.” He wasn’t? That was a surprise, “Why do you want to know?”

Y/N couldn’t keep it in, she couldn’t;t keep suppressing the truth from him. Taking in a deep breathe, Y/N quickly said the following words, “BecauseI’minlovewithyou.” Barry’s eyebrows rose, obviously he didn’t catch any of what she just said. “I’m in love with you.” Y/N stated much slower this time.

The silence that filled the room made Y/N anxious. What if she just messed everything up? What if their friendship was ruined now? So many questions ran through her head, and then the unexpected happened. Barry Allen kissed her. He dropped the clothes on the floor, grabbed hold of Y/N’s face and pressed his lips to hers.

When he pulled away Y/N didn’t know what to say, so instead of waiting for anyone to say anything, she kissed him again but this time with more passion. Her lips were pressed hard against Barry’s lips, molding them together in the most perfect way. Surprising herself even more, Y/N gently bit down on his lower lip and tugged it between her teeth. That must have been the right move because the sound that came from Barry’s throat just spurred on Y/N’s antics even more.

Taking a leap of courage Y/N tugged at Barry’s t-shirt, which he gratefully removed. Then his hands went to her shirt, tugging it up and over her head, stopping the kiss for only a second before it was starting again. Barry put his hands on the underside of Y/N’s ass, giving it a light smack before he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Y/N could feel his hard on growing even through their layers of clothing.

“I love you too, by the way.” Barrys said breathlessly as he laid Y/N on her back, legs still wrapped around his waist.

“Then prove it to me.” Barry didn’t need to be old twice. The speedster waisted no time as he removed his pants and boxers, then Y/N’s jeans and underwear. When he stopped and looked at her it was the perfect replica of the heart eye emoji. His eyes raked up and down her body, taking in every inch of her body as she laid there, hair sprawled out and warm skin flush against his duvet. He really was in love with this girl.

“You’re so beautiful,” Barry mumbled softly as he ran his hands along the inside of her thighs. His fingers were dangerously close to Y/N’s now wet and aching entrance. “Wanna make you feel so good tonight.” Y/N only nodded, waiting impatiently for him to do anything.

Her wish was granted as he slide two of his long fingers into her cunt. The sudden addition made her walls clench around his fingers. The moan that cam from her added fuel to the growing fire. Barry started with long, slow thrusts of his fingers into her pussy, curlings his fingers every now and again to hit that perfect spot inside of her. Y/N was arching her back, reaching out for anything in her radius. The pleasure was almost too much, it was bringing her orgasm on too fast for her liking. Every moan of Barry’s name that fell from her lips made Barry pick up pace, curling his fingers more and even scissoring her cunt.

“Fuck, B-barry I’m gonna cum if you k-keep doing that.” Y/N stuttered out, breathing heavily.

Barry hummed in response, “Cum on my fingers then, want you to cum on my fingers.” Barry kept his pace until Y/N’s breathe hitched in her throat and her thighs were shaking. Barry waited a few seconds before pulling his fingers from her core, trying to be careful not to hurt her. When Y/N opened her eyes and she could properly see, she was greeted with the sight of Barry licking his fingers clean of her cum. “You taste so good, baby, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

“Mmm, come here wanna return the favor.” When Barry was close enough to Y/N she flipped him onto his back then straddle his thighs, making sure to leave enough space between her and his achingly hard cock. Barry didn’t have time to say anything as Y/N began rubbing the pad of her thumb over his head, swiping the pre-cum around and using it as a lubricant. Y/N watched as Barry struggled to keep his eyes open, the pleasure overcoming all of his senses.

Y/N took it slow, taking her time to rub every inch of his cock until he was bucking his hips into her hand. Finally, just a few minutes later she sped up her snail like pace and was now jerking Barry off at a fast speed. Her hand was gripping his length, giving it a few harsh tugs every here and there to stimulate the feeling.

“Feels so good.” Barry mumbled out. Y/N smiled, twisting her wrist to get it just right. “‘M gonna cum, fuck please baby.” Barry pleaded. The sudden spurt of his cum on her hand scared her a little, but once calmed down she jerked him off until his orgasm was over and he was opening his eyes to look at her. “You are so amazing.” He said breathless.

“So are you,” Y/N smiled, flicking her tongue out and tasting Barry on her skin. “And you don’t taste too bad either.” Barry chuckled, pulling Y/N down next to him. After a few minutes of comfortable silence Y/N looked up at Barry, pecked his lips and then closed her eyes. The pair feel asleep fast, breathing softly and holding onto one another.

Fic Author Interview

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im going to do this from the slightly broader perspective of creative writing in general (since i write fic but i also write scripts and things for my job). also this is v long. sorry.

What inspires your work most? (The show it is based on, the actor who portrays a certain character, maybe the character itself…? It could even be an experience.) so generally my inspiration is (in order): (a) my own life experiences, (b) some kind of commentary i want to make about the source material or about fiction or fandom in general, and (c) the characters themselves and the aspects i love in them, especially trying to find ways to play with the duality of their personalities, the good aspects and the negative ones.  i’ve known for a long time that what drives me to create is that i want to make other people feel less alone. you know those times to read something or there’s a line someone says, and you’re like, yes, yes, that’s me; no one’s ever gotten that before or at least never put it so perfectly into words, whatever that experience/feeling might be. i want to give people that moment with anything i create. there’s also a lot of things that i’ve experienced in my life that come up relatively often in fiction, or at least in fic, and a lot of it usually is off-putting to me. it never resonates. it’s melodramatic or simply inaccurate, and i think is often written by someone who doesn’t have the lived experience to pull from. so i always want to add my voice to the pile and benefit from my own experiences to make those kinds of tropes and situations more realistic and relatable -- to me, but hopefully also to others.  like generally every character backstory or character arc i write in fic is something pulled from my own life. like it’s probably twisted or adapted somewhat, because i’m not into being autobiographical. but as an example, in faith healer, this bit: Memory degrades with time. Maybe as a child he knew that somehow. He knew that there would be a second, slower death across time, as she became more of idea than person, and so he clung onto specific moments as a talisman for Mom: I had a mom once; this was my mommy. He remembers her hands best. The way her skin was thin and dry, but her fingers strong, and the way they'd close around his hands. The way she would press in love and good luck and humility when he misbehaved with a squeeze to his chubby, too small hands. Second best he remembers her laugh, the way her mouth moved around a smile, the warmth in it, tinged with embarrassment whenever someone startled it out from her. The rest of the memories are vague, more like facts he can read out of a mental police blotter than lived experience. She used to wear some kind of fleece robe in the winter, thick and pilled, creating a soft cushion between her breasts for his head to rest when he sat in her lap for a story. He thinks the robe was red. She used to bake things from scratch and used to let him pretend to help. On Sundays she did laundry, down in the basement. He followed her once, asking when Dad would come back, and she paused on the landing, basket of clothes cocked on her hip, and wouldn't go any further until he went back upstairs. The basement, she said, was too dangerous for him, dark and damp. She wanted him to be safe. She always cut the crust off his sandwiches. that is my experience of my grandmother’s death. when she died i knew i would forget over time the specific details of her, so i picked a couple to remind myself of daily so i’d never forget them. and that was her hands and her laugh. and i do have that memory of her doing the laundry and standing on the landing to the basement asking her where my dad was and when he’d be back (he was on an 18 month voyage to africa - my dad is a sailor). and she did always cut the crusts off my sandwiches for me.  (and btw i can’t ever re-read that passage with crying.)

What is your favorite fandom to write for? i mean, usually whatever my main fandom is at the time? which right now is spn. i did also enjoy writing potc fic and RDJ films sherlock holmes. i like writing characters who have a very strong but also very biased or unusual perspective on the world. they make for good unreliable narrators, which is something i love doing.

Which perspective do you prefer writing in? (First-person, third-person) always, always, always third-person limited is my go-to. i only write in first-person if the original source material is written that way (like ACD Sherlock Holmes) and i want to do a pastiche of that style. 

Do you prefer writing reader fics or OCs? no. full stop. (okay, one caveat: i do like kidfic, but i am also SUPER PICKY about reading it bc im always looking for some accurate representations of parenthood and what it’s like to have a child. like kids are hard??? they’re hard and they make you worry and they drive you crazy and they have their own, weird, stubborn, fascinating views on life and the world. they’re not perfect angel children who exist only to be cute or ridiculously amazing mary sue geniuses. so yeah a well done kidfic where the kid is an OC i will read.)

Do you prefer writing longer works or one shots? given that every single WIP i have right now are fucking, horrible, lengthy novels,i want to say i prefer writing one-shots. i want TO BE ABLE to write one-shots. i used to do???? but yeah, i guess i really do enjoy plotting and world-building, which lends itself to creating monster plot bunnies instead of short stories or quick scenes. 

Do you take requests? i do! do i ever actually get around to writing those requests is another question. but absolutely. send me prompts. ask for timestamps. if it speaks to me, and especially if it’s something i think i can write in less than 1000 words, i’ll most likely give it a go. 

Do you enjoy getting random Asks? yes! always! i try to respond at least with in 72 hours. but yes please COME TALK TO ME ANYTIME.

What inspires the names for OCs (or extra character names) in your works? Do you pick them from real life or just select them at random? A mix? so with fic, i never really write OCs, or if i do, they’re p much a red shirt or like extra #243 or smth and therefore don’t have names. if a character has spoken dialogue or no on-screen dialogue but some impact on the plot, i’ll try to “cast” that part with a character from the source material. for example, in the family business (which i realise isn’t posted yet), there’s some issues with a rival gang that need resolving. i cast the head of the rival gang as a well-known character from spn that has generally served a rival or an enemy to the boys on the show. i like doing that bc i like the parallels it draws, especially when working with an AU, and the ability to explore characters and dynamics from a slightly (or not slightly at all but in fact completely divergent) angle. i follow the philosophy that part of the real cathartic nature of AUs and part of why we write them is the ability to offer commentary on the source material. that a good AU should offer commentary on the source material. they're both metatexts and paratexts simultaneously. the one caveat to this, again, is kidfic, because i like and i do write it (i’ve just never finished any of those fics enough to publish them). and then i try to name kids in the way i think their parents would name them. i try to put myself in the character’s headspace and try to figure out what name(s) would appeal to them. and if we talk about work, and the scripts i write, i mean all of that is basically OCs. so far every script i’ve written while employed by my current firm, i always stick in at least one instance of one of my dogs’ names. i also will make subtle film or tv references. like the script i just wrote, there were three characters, and the first character had already been named harold by our content lead. so i named the other two perry and harmony as a reference to kiss kiss bang bang. i’ve done all the clones from orphan black as OC names. i’ve done members of radiohead.  if one of the scripts im writing already has a theme built into it for a specific pop culture reference (like yesterday one of the scripts i wrote was using yoda speech and star wars analogies as part of its marketing and engagement strategies) so i’ll name characters in line with that pop culture motif (so the star wars themed script has luke and ben and daisy and carrie as characters). 

If your story(ies) have OCs, are their appearances based on real people or celebrities? If so, who? as mentioned above, i rarely include OCs and if i do, they’re unimportant stand-ins. so i never give much thought to how they look. offspring in kidfic i do think about how they look. if the actors who play the main characters have children, i’ll start there. like for dean and cas, i always look at jj and west and maison and try to figure out what a kid with some of those combined physical features might look like. i’ll also look at photos of the actors from when they were kids or teenagers and try to decide if these two people had a kid, what features would that kid inherit.  for work, casting people depends on client expectations and design direction and budget, so it’s a different ballgame. 

How long have you been writing fanfiction? i think the first fic i published was in 2002 or 2003. so 15 years i guess??? how has it been 15 years dude.