Lavender

Film enthusiast A girl who love, love, loves music Matthew Patrick fangirl Writer who cares too much ao3:@Ilovethatlavenderblonde

[ilovethatlavender-blonde]

Lavender’s Master List

Hi hi, these are all my published works on tumblr. If ur here for Spader, this all I’ve written for him. For Matthew however, there’s a good chunk more on ao3 if ur interested. Happy reading :)

- E = Explicit (18+)

Stargate (1994):

-Daniel Jackson x reader, Oh But I Meant To (17k) E

Wolf (1994):

-Stewart Swinton x reader, Show Me Your Teeth (9k) E

Bad Influence (1990):

-Micheal Boll x Alex, Express Your Self Don’t Repress Yourself (8k) E

-Reader x Micheal Boll, Heartbeat City (12k) E

Reader x Detective Matthew Patrick, Escape the Night s3:

-Diet Coke Detective (48k) E

-Criminal Of Thought (5k) E

[ilovethatlavender-blonde]

No thoughts just Red’s face getting caressed and stroked while getting his shave in the kings ep midway through season two. Those morning lit closeups that show his gorgeous face ah! God those thick, snowy eyelashes, that perfectly sloped nose, his pink, sculpted lips. The face of a cherub with the vocal rasp of a gargoyle. Who else wanna plant a kiss on those drooping eyebags?

[ilovethatlavender-blonde]

Got edged at the thrift store so hard today it actually made me want to bust out the rifle. I literally found 2 Days in the Valley on DVD only for the disc to be missing from the inside! This is an outrage! And right as I’m writing for Lee Woods too…well, I did get to snatch stargate and pretty in pink so I guess I should be grateful. But I can’t! I’m insatiable. I want all the Spader.

[femaleartist010]

Well shit I'm choosing the man this time

[ilovethatlavender-blonde]

NOO THEY GOT MY ASS AGAIN! tumblr why are you so dead set against James Spader getting fucked both heterosexually and homosexually!! welp. You know the drill, express yourself, don’t repress yourself is on my ao3…

[ilovethatlavender-blonde]

Oh, But I Meant To - Daniel Jackson x Reader

-17k words (Explicit)

Washed up and soaking wet, Daniel Jackson carries his entire life with him on the way to a diner to use the phone. Figuring he should eat while he’s there, he reconnects with the new waitress — you, previous college mate and old crush. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve been dealing with some problems yourself that hit closer to home for Daniel than he could ever imagine…coupled with the fact that while he was thinking about kissing you in class all those years ago, a pair of eyes glanced at him back ever so often, dreaming about aiming that cupid's bow *right* in their direction.

*+* AU where Catherine never recruits Jackson for the Stargate mission. Saw something that said Daniel is Creep by Radiohead coded… so yeah, this one got a little emotional. Okay, so a seventeen thousand word x reader fic is kinda insane guys I know, I know — but listen! …eh I got nothin. Forever will be thinking about that gorgeous head of hair Spader sports in Stargate, absolute perfection. That’s a woman right there!! *+*

Hihi,

After two attempts, Tumblr is in fact not letting me upload this fanfiction here! It’s too explicit even though this is honestly very tame and sappy compared to the other filth I’ve posted on here but oh well, thats how it all crumbles — cookie wise. All hope isn’t lost however, because this is posted in full on ao3 right here. Sorry that tumblr is being a bug fellow Spader fans, but happy reading anyways!!

—Lavender

[sigurism]

Eric Stoltz & James Spader 2 Days in the Valley Dir: John Herzfeld

[trail-dreamin]

Anthony Perkins as Riley Wade in The Lonely Man, 1957.

[ilovethatlavender-blonde]

So I posted the stargate oneshot earlier and tumblr has #silenced me. It’s been flagged for having violated community guidelines for some reason and they denied my appeal, so I’ll work on reuploading it soon.

[normanbased]

Have a Perkins profile picture collection because I found some ^_^

[ilovethatlavender-blonde]

The only man on earth, actually

[ilovethatlavender-blonde]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stargate (1994) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel Jackson (Stargate)/Reader Characters: Daniel Jackson (Stargate), Reader Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, I wish I knew you wanted me!, Title from a The Smiths Song, Sleepy Sex, Pathetic Daniel Jackson, Hair-pulling Summary:

Washed up and soaking wet, Daniel Jackson carries his entire life with him on the way to a diner to use the phone. Figuring he should eat while he’s there, he reconnects with the new waitress — you, previous college mate and old crush. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve been dealing with some problems yourself that hit closer to home for Daniel than he could ever imagine…coupled with the fact that while he was thinking about kissing you in class all those years ago, a pair of eyes glanced at him back ever so often, dreaming about aiming that cupid's bow right in their direction.

[ilovethatlavender-blonde]

Up at two am listening to synth pop and it’s so good I wish I had a dick so I could like fuck my head phones or something idk man adore the eighties

[nononobodyunderstands]

David Bowie, 1983.

[pajamasecrets]

#daniel jackson my beloved

[ilovethatlavender-blonde]

Been working on and off on a Daniel Jackson one shot for the last month and I’m pleased to say I finally got to the smut! #yay should be wrapped up and edited very soon ;)

[luguslikes]

hide n seek but it’s find n fuck lmfao

[ilovethatlavender-blonde]

I have written fanfiction about this! It’s good roleplay material.

[ilovethatlavender-blonde]

Reading Crash and it’s filling my mind with endless possibilities on how to write eloquent, elevated smut. The way J.G. Ballard approaches sexuality through words is fascinating — like, we’ve got professor sex over here, a D1 pervert if you will. No but really, Crash is extremely well written, feels like I’m reading for an academic assignment. Here’s a great quote from Ballard’s first wreck:

“I was aware that the interlocked radiator grilles of our cars formed the model of an inescapable and perverse union between us. I stared at the contours of her thighs. Across them the grey blanket formed a graceful dune. Somewhere beneath this mound lay the treasure of her pubis. Its precise jut and rake, the untouched sexuality of this intelligent woman, presided over the tragic events of the evening.”