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badchoicesworld · 10 months

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blog guide !!

requests are closed, but feel free to send them in regardless. just expect them to be answered a little later !

this is (for now) an across the spiderverse blog !

please allow me up to a week to write up your asks

characters i write for :

Miguel O’hara

Miles Morales

Miles 42

Hobie (let’s go brit rep)

Pavitr Prabhakar

The Spot

Peter B. Parker

Spider-Noir

general info :

i cannot stress this enough, i exclusively write everything but fem reader, y’all got enough .

that being said, feel free to request anything else at all- when it’s not specified i will just assume gender neutral for the sake of inclusion

trans readers, non-binary, everything in between and all about is completely valid here and i’m more than willing to write about it <3

i do have a health condition that can catch me some days, so there may be times where i’m inactive but it should never be for long periods of time

feel free to get oddly specific with requests ! the more i can work with, the better

but i also don’t mind if they’re just general requests that don’t require a lot of detail

i will NOT write explicit NSFW, i draw the line at clothes being removed unless it has something to do with a prompt (e.g. seeing top surgery scars for the first time), some of these characters ages are not specified yet and i don’t feel comfortable potentially writing NSFW for minors. that is a crime.

there will be some requests i won’t obviously be able to complete for a number of reasons, please do not spam me if this is the case. if i’m willing to fulfil a request i will try my best to communicate with you if needed :]

i have the right to deny requests.

i do wanna say that i am a white guy so i can’t write from first hand experience, but if you request something that includes diversity like a specific race or cultural aspects i will try my absolute best to deliver accurate works. I’ll research to whatever extent i need to (if you don’t already give some information) so i can provide for groups of people that are seriously neglected when it comes to fanfiction and such. and please, in the future, if i ever do fuck up PLEASE hold me accountable and if you can show me what i’ve done wrong and what i should’ve done; what i can do to improve, i would be so appreciative- my goal is to be as inclusive as possible with my writing and the last thing i want is to offend any body of people.

finally, there will be types of writing i can’t do for specific characters. for example, spot, idk how tf i would write like a whole one-shot when my man is how he is now so i’d probably just have to stick to headcanons n such

what i will write :

requests can be either platonic or romantic dynamics, potentially other stuff if you have any ideas. just lemme know ! i do like to consider myself half decent at writing, i’ve studied english literature and linguistics my whole life and i love it very dearly <3 i’m going on to study english as a whole at a higher level (literature, language, linguistics, creative writing)

i'm happy to also apply these headcanons to the cc's, so transgender miguel for instance! just let me know :]

i typically write in bullet points because im a mess

x male reader

x nb reader (feel free to specify if they’re ambiguous, masc leaning or whatever if it’s relevant to the ask)

x trans reader

x cis reader

x spider reader

x mutant reader

character x reader

if you request multiple characters (which is fine <3) i’ll likely default to headcanons for the sake of ease

what i won’t write :

x fem reader .

character x character

NSFW

triggering topics (excluding canon events)

weird fetish/kink stuff :[

hate speech, everyone is welcome here

masterlist :

hobie brown:

how i think Hobie would react to GN!reader calling them their husband casually, even though they’re not married

hobie brown with a transgender, vigilante reader (ftm reader)

hobie admires your fighting spirit (gn reader)

hobie’s punk, you’re metal (band edition, masc reader)

where you and hobie have the most loving connection, but don’t label it (gn reader)

where hobie meets gwens older brother (masc reader)

hobie notices how startled you get when he kisses you (gn!)

hobie realises you’re not as naive as he thought ! (gn reader)

with an s/o that cries a lot ! (gn!reader)

hobie with a snake mutated boyfriend !

hobie with a butterfly mutated boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

miles morales

miles with an artistic boyfriend riddled with anxieties

miles with a snake mutated boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

miles 42:

miles 42 w/ an artistic spider-reader ! (masc reader)

miles42 with a butterfly mutated boyfriend !

miles 42 w/ and alien boyfriend !

defending his trans partner !

the spot:

the spot getting flustered by masc!reader

the spot falls into winged readers home (gn)

spider-noir:

spider-noir finds out you’re transmasc on a mission !

helping noir understand trans issues (deadnaming, ftm reader)

with an s/o that cries a lot ! (gn!reader)

noir finds out you wear trans tape (transmasc!reader)

defending his trans partner !

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scremogirl · 8 months

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𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬/𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hello everyone! If you didn’t see my intro post in my pins, my name is Sosa/Sos (So-S)

Yes, I am a minor. Yes, I write explicit content. Yes, I read adult content. No, that does not mean I will stalk you or try to interact with you if you are 18(+). *If i like yo shit it’s prolly on accident cause I be scrolling fast asf😭 I remove from my likes* If you are uncomfortable with me reading you’re blog or my content, feel free to block me. It’s alright, I promise. I broke your rules, you are entitled to do what you want. However, don’t be the age police and try to get my posts banned or blocked. Don’t act like you’ve never done what I’m doing either. Also, don’t be a hypocrite and read, like, or reblog my shit if your +18 and don’t allow minors on you page; like what’s the point of having that there if your gonna do any of those. I’m being very open and honest about myself with you and I expect the same respect Im giving. You not my mama, so don’t try and act like it.

𝐊𝐞𝐲/𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

★♑︎☆彡𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎✪𝐍!☆♏︎★

✧✩🜚𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 🜸𖤐✰

✩𖤐☆𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄…

☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧✰☀︎︎

✪⁂✫彡𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓✵✥☆ミ★

⚠︎︎-Smut

❤︎︎-fluff

☹︎-Angst

!REQUESTS OR ALMOST ALWAYS OPEN!

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

Bleach

Naruto

JuJutsu Kaisen

Gangsta

One piece

Demon Slayer

Hunter Hunter

Haikyuu

Kuroko no Basket

Saiki K

Marvel (Includes spiderverse)

Avatar

Ocs; such as yanderes etc.

Slashers

Monsters

Twisted Wonderland

God of War (This is mostly self indulgent but if you ask I will)

𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐥𝐥 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫

(In the order above)

All characters except; Momo, Hiyiori, Toshiro (romantically, I can write platonically like friends), Orohime, Neil, kakakura school squad, child characters (Toshiro and Neil fit this for me), Yami, almost all sterwritter except for a handful (request one or message me and I’ll tell you if I do it or don’t). And sometimes Renji (I can only see him with Rukia sometimes).

All characters (If you request Orochimaru imma kill you)

All characters (Except panda, Mahito, and puppet form mechamaru. If you request any of these ur weird)

All characters

All characters (except Murichiro, Nezuko, Gyokko, Daki, Uzui (+) wives, Iguro and Mitsuki; THEY ARE MADD FOR EACHOTHER AND NOBODY ELSE)

Phantom Troupe (+) Illumi (No Hisoka)

All characters

Saiki only

Almost any DC character you can think of I’d probably write for them. (Except joker I will refuse)

Justice League (Cartoon)

Justice League Unlimited(Cartoon)

Same thing as DC. A little less for this one but still.

X-men evolution

X-men anime

Everyone but Tuk and Spider (1st and 2nd movie)

Yours or mine

Almost anyone but Chucky

No Goblins

All characters but Ortho and Grim

Kratos

⚠︎︎ 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐎⚠︎︎

NO BODILY FLUIDS EXCEPT ☾u♏︎.

Blood play

BDSM (maybe some light bondage)

Knife play or any weapons

Play 🍇 (maybe dub-con but I’m not sure)

Incest/Step-cest

“Daddy” kink (kinda a hypocrite for this but I will write for “Mommy”. Papi/Pa/Papa is all okay for me.)

Anal

Not that’s it’s a “No go” for me but I don’t write for things that don’t match me. For example; I will not write for other races or body types. That’s why I prefer to keep all my “y/n’s” either gender neutral, afab, only describing them with black features, or just not describing them at all.

Everything else is pretty much on the table

Lastly, I am in school so I can’t say that my posts will be consistent. But my goal is to try and post an Imagine, Full Fic, and headcanon every week. They all might be on the same day, one on Mon and 2 on Fri, scattered throughout the week. My goal is just to post at least 3 diff works a week. We’ll see cause I might give up 😭. *Update 10/5/23; I realized that I post an Aot fic at least once every week at this point. It’s eqsy for me to write them so it might be a weekly thing. I’m not sure tho let me know what you think*

Prompts and Req are welcomed. All you need to do is tell me how you wanted formatted, headcanon, full fic, imagine or even one shots. Then tell me your idea or prompt. I’m open to making new friends and you don’t even have to req anything, we could just interact. If you are having a hard time finding a post of mine just copy and paste one of the keys provided above into the tags. I also need to figure out how to turn posts into a link. Help plz. THANK U.

- Love, Sosa.

Just as an FWI, this is temporary until I set up a new and improved list. Be a little patient as it it will take a while to do.

Thank you ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

#Rules and Masterlist

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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OKAY NOT AN ASK BUT IVE NEVER EVEN WATCHED HXH AND YOUVE SINGLEHANDEDLY MADE ME OBSESSED WITH CHROLLO. I AM BARKING AND MEOWING FOR THIS MAN. like the dialogue is so natural and i can perfectly visualize it in my head. i’ve literally spent all of the last three days reading and rereading your fics like holy balls they’re so good. u are an amazing author thank u for ur service (also as an enby i really appreciate that you write gender neutral readers :D) OKAY THAnK YOU HAVE A NICE DAY

THREE DAYS ... WHEEZES ... omggg thank you for dedicating so much time to reading my chrollo stories!!! especially since you haven't watched/read hxh?? i hope you'll consider giving it a shot at some point 👀 it is my all time favorite anime and i swear by it. chrollo is such an interesting character, if you like his vibe in my fics, you'll enjoy him even more in canon!! he's got this enigmatic thing going on that just draws in your attention. although this could be said for almost the entire cast of characters in hxh... they're all so amazing that it blows my mind.

thank you again!!! and Ah,, i always feel very worried about how i write gender-neutral readers since i’ve seen some discussion around it not always being done the best. i’d honestly really appreciate it if anyone had like. some resources they want to share about how to do it better/some common pitfalls to avoid. i’m able to remain cognizant of avoiding things that’d allude to reader’s body type/race, but when it comes to doing gender-neutral readers well, i’m sure there are some blind spots i’m not aware of... so please hmu if there’s any advice on this floating around out there. i’d greatly appreciate it.

THANK YOU PRECIOUS ANON 💖💖 this is actually a pretty accurate assessment of chrollo. the guy is chill while simultaneously having no chill, if that makes sense. a paradox of sorts. ice cream would do him some good.

I’LL START YELLING TOO !!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

‘slimy yet pretty’ i love this description of chrollo omg. it’s so true. i’m so happy to see you guys enjoying my chrollo you have no idea ... writing for him is such a joy, i’m glad you guys are having fun reading his stories!! i’m not sure how to describe it well, but there’s this different Vibe from dark content stories that take place in modern times. i love writing for genshin, but i use so much modern lingo that i sometimes want to scream when i remember those idioms haven’t been invented yet. it’s okay though. that’s what my hxh writing is for.

genshin has me looking stuff up like “how do ink and quills work”. y’know. just to make sure i don’t miss any details.

#falls to the ground ..#you guys are such a blessing <3 #sweet asks #answered #Anonymous

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thepixelelf · 3 years

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How to make your social media au inclusive

So since I made a post earlier basically just complaining about exclusion in sm aus, I thought I’d actually do some work to help people make their content more inclusive.

Some questions will have two differing yet ultimately similar answers. One will be for female reader inserts and one will be for gender neutral. I am doing female reader answers as well because it is very common for sm aus to feature female readers, and I’m not trying to discourage that, really.

Question: How do I make the reader’s profile inclusive?

The main character’s profile sets them up for the entire story, so it’s probably the most important element regarding inclusivity right from the get go. The easy answer is this: don’t use pictures of people.

Take a look at these two images

Left: Example I made to emulate most smaus / Right: Via Spills, Thrills

What makes the one on the right more inclusive than the one on the left? The profile picture, first of all. By using a picture of a random object or doodle, you can completely eliminate the ethnic and body type exclusion that comes with using ulzzang photos.

(Don’t know what ulzzang photos are? They basically look like the examples below, and they’re often used in social media aus to represent the reader insert.

Screenshot via Pinterest

Although they do mostly hide the face, the use of these pictures is extremely exclusive, like I said in my other post)

So what do you do?

For female reader inserts: I think you can do with just avoiding pictures of the reader altogether

For gender neutral inserts: again, do away with the character pictures. Try to avoid using “girl” or feminine pronouns/descriptors within the bio or username

Question: How do I create instagram posts or use pictures while still being inclusive?

Well... the easiest way to do so is to just not incorporate instagram in your au. The second easiest is to use pictures of anything but the reader.

Just like in the inclusive example of a profile I used earlier, a good way to keep your au “interesting” with pictures is to just have ones of parts of the story rather than the character.

e.g:

Via Hood

Here I used a picture of bread on a table rather than someone posing with it or holding it up. This keeps everything inclusive because there’s no indication of what the reader looks like, and it applies to both female and gender neutral inserts.

You can also do this:

Via First to Fall

The picture implies the reader (starsabove) is the one taking the photo, but they’re obviously not in it. This is a great way to create scenarios including the characters in the story while not being exclusive for the reader. (Also peep the reader’s profile picture, which is just a doodle rather than an ulzzang photo)

(By the way, it’s always more than just pictures of faces that are bad. Hands holding up objects or even clothes can be exclusive or race, gender, and body type. It’s best to keep any part of the human body out of pictures in your au.)

Question: What if I want my reader insert to have a sibling?

Personally, I love having sibling characters. They add a lot of fun banter depending on how they’re written, and I usually enjoy them. The problem is that having a kpop idol as a brother or sister character implies that the reader insert and brother are the same race. (It’s the same with children in single mom aus.)

There's a very easy answer to this!

Via Shoot Your Shot

Just make the characters adopted :) It’s an easy fix, and since it’s not that hard to imagine having an adopted brother (compared to imagining being a whole ass different race) I think this is definitely the way to go. You could also make the characters step-siblings, or put them in some other situation that would warrant a sibling-like relationship.

For gender neutral inserts: avoid words like “sister”, as this indicates gender. Sibling may sound awkward at first, but you get used to it eventually. Nicknames work wonders as well

Question: How can I be inclusive overall in my writing?

Try your best to avoid any descriptors of race, skin colour, height, weight, eye colour, hair colour, etc. Refer to my inclusivity post (although that is more of a callout than anything informational), then check out this guide to race inclusivity in fiction by @hhjs which is actually helpful.

I also have all of my inclusivity related posts under the tag #inclusivity.tpe

Of course, if you have any questions, feel free to contact me.

Question: My old social media au(s) and/or the one(s) I’m working on right now include ulzzang and/or exclusive pictures. What can I do?

Look. I get it dude. Screenshots are hard. I’m not gonna make you go and redo all those damn screenshots. I’m not gonna ask you to delete anything. I just want you to take what you’ve read here and learn from it. Grow.

Try to be as inclusive as possible from this point on. I believe in you.

If I figured out the answer to every little problem I’ve seen in social media aus, we might be here all day, so I’ll leave it here. Seriously though, if you want to make your stuff inclusive, you have to think. I know that sounds patronizing, but that’s really all there is to it.

Again, if you have any questions, I’m happy to answer them

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #bts imagines #nct imagines #stray kids imagines #got7 imagines #day6 imagines #the boyz imagines #astro imagines #txt imagines #golden child imagines #AGAIN I'M TAGGING LIKE THIS SO PEOPLE SEE I'M SORRY #inclusivity.tpe

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buckybabybaby · 3 years

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café d'amour

A/n: my entry to @firefly-in-darkness 's challenge. Thank you for letting me enter! I left it to the last minute once again, but! This time it's not late so... fingers crossed next time I'm early xxx

Proof read with a text-speech device.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 3537

Warnings: none! :]

Plot: Maybe covering a friends shift in a city park coffee kiosk won't be too bad if it means running into a certain super soldier.

coffee-shop sort of au, fluff and more fluff.

Masterlist

*****

The machine humming quietly in the corner of the tiny hut seems to be mocking you, a constant reminder of just how out of your depth you are. People who think working in a coffee shop, or in your case, a take-out kiosk, is easy, should try it for a day and see if their opinion changes. This is so far away from your usual job, safe and warm re-shelving books in the colleges library, but a promise is a promise, so you've just got to suck it up for the next few weeks and hope you don't mess anyone’s orders up too badly.

Peter is going to owe you big time after this.

When he'd asked you to cover for him in his small business, you had agreed without properly thinking about what time of year it is, and how cold the wind can be when you're stood still in it for hours on end. Two days in and your hands have aged about ten years from the combination of frequent washing and the icy air, and the layers of thermals you've got on under your uniform fleece and matching joggers are making you look a little rounder than you actually are, you couldn't care less though as long as you are warm. The water heater provides a little warmth, leaking through to your skin if you press up against it, but you've found the best way to escape the freezing gusts is to crouch down below the counter when the queues have diminished.

That's where you are now, half heartedly straightening the packets of treats, getting distracted by the many different types of cookies and brownies, and not keeping an eye out for potential customers.

“Hello? Is this self-serve or what?”

The voice startles you, so close without warning, almost like they crept up on you. Hopping up quickly, you hover your hands under the sanitiser and rub them together as you collect yourself and prepare your speech.

“Hello! Sorry! Hello,” You start again, marginally calmer, “Welcome to-”

That's as far as you get, not even able to ask what they 'fancy today?' before the customer interrupts.

“Just a coffee. Black. No fancy milks or syrups or anything, no cakes or anything extra. Just coffee, okay?”

Finally looking up from your now dry hands, you take in the man who has placed such a blunt order. He's attractive enough, the little you can see underneath his hat, something about him familiar to you, his tone definitely one you've got used to over the past day or so, though he's not anywhere close to the rudest person you've served.

You smile pleasantly, in the disarming way you've learnt. “Okay, just coffee, got it. And a name for the cup?”

He looks around at the lack of other customers. “Is that necessary?”

Laughing self-consciously, you say, “Probably. If it gets busy I'd hate for it to get mixed up. I'm new.”

“Ah.” He tuts. “James.”

“James, cool. That'll be a few minutes.”

As you grab a pen to write his name on the sleeve of a cup, he shuffles off to the side, adjusting his hat as he does, and when his coat slips a bit down his left arm your mind goes blank. He's not paying attention to you so your staring goes unnoticed as you realise why you thought he was familiar earlier, wondering how it didn't click when he said his name, but then again wrapped up in his scarf and gloves it's not surprising. You're guessing he doesn't want to be recognised right now, hence the use of his real, less known name, so before he can catch your mild freak-out you look away and messily scribble on the side of his cup.

Even a simple order can be a struggle for you, and now, slightly flustered from serving the Winter Soldier, you make sure to double check the measurements before you start, concentrating hard to make the greatest cup of coffee he's ever had. There's a reason this kiosk has a reputation for the best hot drinks in the park and you aren't about to ruin it by messing up the order of Captain America's best friend.

Breathing a sigh of relief as you place the lid on top of the perfectly brewed coffee, you tap it against the table to get his attention. “Here you go. The machines ready.”

Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he swipes his card to pay then grabs the cup off the counter, murmurs something that could have been a 'thanks' and takes off along the dim path leading him deeper into the park.

“Well.” Huffing as you lean against the glass front of the booth, you watch his retreating form with a small frown. He wasn't anything like you thought he might. The media has built him up to be some sort of tragic figure, one to be feared and pitied in equal measure, but all you saw was yet another city dweller on a quest for caffeine.

At least now you have a story to tell from your time working in the coffee kiosk, aside from the ones about frozen fingers and half-spilt drinks.

*****

The next day he's back, around the same time in the afternoon, as the daylight is dying and the street lights are flickering into life, about an hour before closing. You're finishing up a complicated order for a group of friends when you notice him standing away from the small crowd, waiting for them to leave before he approaches.

“I want a coffee like yesterday,” He says, adding as though an after thought, “Please.”

“One black coffee?” You confirm.

He nods, watching closely as you locate the pen to write on his cup. Before you can even open the cap, he's butting in. “Why don't you have a name tag?”

You freeze, confused. Meeting his eye, you flush under the intense way he's staring you down. “Why don't I-?”

“You see, I have a very good memory, despite my age. I distinctly remember telling you my name is James, so imagine my surprise seeing my nickname written on my cup when I looked properly.”

His expression is not giving away any clues on how he feels about this invasion of privacy. Heart racing, you search for the right words to apologise, and convince him you're not some crazy stalker.

There's no chance to speak as he's continuing. “So I thought I'd come back today and find out your name, then we'd be even. But you don't have a badge on. Why not?”

“I'm so sorry,” You breathe, unsure what more you can say. “I swear I'm not a weirdo, I just recognised you yesterday and I must have written the wrong name by accident.” A beat of silence, then you propose a way to make it right, “How about free coffee for life?”

He laughs, a glorious sound in the crisp air, and your shoulders relax at the genuinely happy noise. “Aren't you new? Are you allowed to make promises like that?”

Wincing, you admit, “Probably not. But when I explain it to Peter I'm sure he'll understand.”

“Peter?”

You start working on his drink as you talk. “He owns this place. And normally works this shift, I'm only covering whilst he's away.”

“Oh.” The hissing of steam drowns out his next sentence, you only catch the last half, “-here how long?”

“Couple of weeks, maybe? Not too long hopefully. You'll have a professional barista back soon, don't worry.”

“I think you're doing fine.”

The words are spoken so softly, such a contrast from how you thought this conversation would end, and the shock has you fumbling with the finished cup of coffee, nearly spilling the scolding liquid all over your fingers.

“Careful.”

Taking the cup from you, his hand lingers against yours for a moment too long and you force yourself to stand up straighter and away from his touch. The last thing you want is to become a horrible cliché, falling for a customer after a few sweet lines.

He grabs a few napkins to wipe the cup dry, then looks expectantly at the card machine.

“I meant it, free for life,” You say, determined.

Shaking his head, he roots around in his pockets, pulling out a couple of notes and sliding them across the counter towards you. “Old fashioned money it is then. I didn't mean to come across as angry earlier, or yesterday, thinking about it. Sorry about the whole,” He waves his hand around vaguely, “Murderous vibe I give off, or whatever Sam calls it.”

He rolls his eyes fondly when talking about his team mate, and you giggle as you reassure him. “You didn't look murderous, just a bit like you might sue me.”

“Ugh.” He wrinkles his nose. “Not really my style.”

Your bank balance is thankful. “And to answer your question, I'm Y/N.”

Blowing on to the top of his drink, he takes several steps back, all whilst keeping eye contact. “Well then Y/N, I guess I'll see you tomorrow.”

“I'll be here.”

With that, Bucky waves goodbye with a wide smile, disappearing into the dusk as you wonder just how much trouble he's going to be.

*****

The kind of trouble you don't mind, you find out when you run in to him again the next day, a lot earlier than you imagined. In an attempt to keep yourself warm for the long hours stood in the open, with only a waist high counter between you and the frozen air, you've taken to walking around the park before you are due to start, so the heat generated by the exercise keeps you warm for at least a proportion of your shift.

The sunshine is deceptive this afternoon, doing nothing to raise the temperature as you wander around the edge of the lake. Lost in thought, a sudden shout from behind makes you jump.

“Hey, Y/N! Wait up.”

Turning around, you struggle to place the voice as you scan the few people also on this side of the park. None of them are even looking in your direction, let alone trying to draw your attention, and you're about to continue on your way thinking you must have misheard when a body nearly crashes into yours. This is not an image you ever thought you would see; the Winter Soldier panting to catch his breath after jogging up to you, all because you're on first name terms and not because you've suddenly turned to a life of crime.

“Bucky?”

At your bemused tone, his face drops. “Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. If you want to be alone, I can go, I just thought-”

“No! No, it's okay. I don't mind a bit of company.”

You share a smile, and he lets you take the lead back along the small track, winding its way between the trees and the water.

He breaks the silence a few meters along. “So, what do you normally do?”

“Me? Err,” You pause, trying to think of how to make yourself sound interesting to someone who spends his life side by side with superheroes and literal gods. Sighing in defeat as you conclude you're always going to be boring in comparison, you mumble, “I work in the library where I'm also a student.”

Bucky doesn't appear to think you're dull. “That's cool!” He says, like he means it. “I miss being in school.”

“So did I, so when I got the chance I went back. I'm a bit older than most of the students-”

He snorts. “I know how that feels.”

“But I'm determined to get my degree this time.”

“I'm sure you will.” He grins at you and you're inexplicably filled with hope that he's right. “And after? Do you know what you want to do once you've graduated?”

You shake your head. “Right now all I'm focused on is passing exams and submitting essays on time. I'll think about the future when it's closer.”

“That's fair. Nothing wrong with waiting to figure things out.” More reassurance from this relative stranger. You didn't know how much you needed it until just now.

“Most people say I need a ten year plan or something.”

“Most people are wrong. But,” He pauses, and you hold your breath as you anticipate his words. “Can I suggest if you go into business, maybe don't start off by offering life time free supplies at the drop of a hat?”

Two minutes in to this 'friendship' and he's already teasing you? What is going on? Turning your face away so he can't see your stupid grin at this turn of events, you really would believe this is some sort of perfect daydream if it wasn't for the all too real frozen mist clinging to your coat and the ends of your hair.

“I'll try to remember that, thanks.”

Dodging a puddle in the middle of the path, you're trying to come up with a witty retort to impress him when your phone buzzes in your pocket.

“If you need to get that-”

“Oh, no. It's only my alarm to remind me not to wander too far from work before I need to start.”

“Soon?”

“Yeah.”

“I'll walk you back, then.”

Not wanting to leave his side quite yet, you let him accompany you back through the trees, but you refuse his offer to carry you across a muddy part of the path where the stream has burst it's banks. Flushing as he laughs at your careful steps, you manage to get across without completely ruining your shoes, informing him you've learnt the hard way that these trails aren't exactly 'white trainer friendly' as the kiosk looms into view.

Relieving the worker from the morning shift, you rearrange the counter back to the way you like it before any customers turn up, watching Bucky hovering nearby until you give him a questioning look.

He clears his throat. “If I came this way the same time tomorrow, would I bump into you then?”

The hopeful look he gives you would be enough for you that, even if this walk wasn't part of your daily routine already, you would have made it so in order to see his again.

“Uh huh. Are you planning too?”

“Whenever I come with Sam, we always end up getting recognised with the way he can't keep his voice down. It's nice not having that sort of attention. So if you don't mind?”

“I don't mind.” A patron approaches and reluctantly you turn away, sending a quiet promise to your new friend. “See you tomorrow, Bucky.”

*****

The days past so fast now they're full of work, both at the kiosk and in the library, trying to study, and, most importantly, walking with Bucky every afternoon. Some days the two of you talk the whole way, conversation flowing so easily you're amazed at how honest you are, like you've never been with anyone before, and other days you walk together in relative quiet, completely comfortable in each others presence.

Falling for him is the quickest and easiest thing you've ever done. Dealing with your feelings, however, might be somewhat harder.

With the lighter evenings comes the message that Peter is finally on his way home and soon you'll be free of your second job. It feels like a bolt from the blue, to be reminded that this is only temporary and in not too long you will no longer have an excuse to see Bucky.

You mention it to him a week before your last shift.

“Isn't that good?”

“I guess.” Your reply is short and unenthusiastic, changing the subject quickly to hide how heartbroken you are.

Time moves too fast, and before you know it you're greeting him on that last day, taken aback as he presents you with a small cardboard box, which when you take it, is much heavier than it looks. “Natasha gave it to me for you. Apparently it's really good for your hands. I thought you could try it? Now you won't have to wash them constantly?”

Scanning the sides reveals that it contains a moisturiser, from some luxury brand you've never even thought to try, too far out of your price range. “Oh, this is too much, I can't take-”

“Yes you can.”

“Let me give you something-”

Gently tugging your hand back out of your bag, he stops you from grabbing your purse by enclosing his gloved fingers around yours. When he doesn't let go, instead pulling you along and down towards your now usual route, you let him, gaping at the back of his head before coming to your senses and squeezing his hand in a kind of thanks.

“This is a very kind present.”

He shrugs it off. “It's nothing. When it's your birthday or something, then I'll get you a proper present. Presents, plural,” He emphasises as your eyes widen at the thought. “Nah, this is just one of the hundreds of products Natasha gets sent in the vain hope she'll provide the companies with some free advertising. Better you have it than it go to waste.”

It still feels like a gift to you. “Well then, thank you for thinking of me.”

“Always.” The implication of that one word would have been entirely missed if it wasn't for the panicked look on Bucky's face as he corrects himself. “I... I mean, of course.”

Stopping in the middle of the path, your joined hands cause him to halt too and the atmosphere grows tense as you stare at each other, unsure where to start. The minutes haven't stopped ticking down until you're due on your last shift, and with the implication that comes with hanging over you like a dark cloud, now seems just as good a time as any to bring it up.

You hesitantly begin. “Bucky, can I say something?”

Mutely, he gestures for you to proceed.

“Right, so you know today's my last day at the kiosk, at least until Peter goes away again, so, that means I won't have a reason to walk around here any more. Or I won't, unless...”

“Unless?”

“Unless I do. Unless you still want to come around the park with me, even if it's for no more reason than simply going for a walk?”

“I'd love that.”

The relief that flows though you as he agrees is almost physical, gripping onto his hand in yours just a little tighter.

Feeling brave, you dare to push your luck. “And if it was more than just a walk?”

It takes a moment, but then you see the realisation dawning on his face, a slow smirk appearing as he takes a step into your space. “More?”

You know he knows what you mean, that he's playing with you. That doesn't soothe your doubts though, hoping beyond hope that you're not misinterpreting his teasing.

“Yeah. More.”

Letting go of your hand in order to bring one arm around your waist and pull you closer, your own come to rest against his lapels as he dips his head down.

“I think I'd like more,” He whispers.

You swallow as his gaze slips to your mouth, sinking in his embrace as his lips brush against yours, so soft and brief it barely registers,

Moving back to put a bit of room between the two of you, his thumb brushes over the corner of your mouth as you pout sadly.

“You can have another one once you've finished tonight. Maybe. Or maybe you'll have to wait until after our date tomorrow.”

You frown. “Tomorrow?”

“Yep. If you're free?”

“Always.” Repeating his earlier phrase with a sly smile, you turn around to continue along the track, leaving him speechless for a second before he rushes to fall into step.

His arm slides through yours. “So, is it okay to wait for you tonight?”

“You've just kissed me and you're still asking that?”

“I'm just checking.” When you don't answer he presses, “Is it? I don't want to impose.”

'Too late for my heart', you think but don't say, not wanting to scare him off, instead nodding in reply and leaning into his side as you wind your way through the woodland path. The fear you had felt this morning at potentially having to say goodbye to Bucky feels like a distant memory, and as you watch the sunlight dance across his hair you realise you could never have let today be the last. You started this job reluctantly and now, instead of Peter owing you for the favour, it seems you owe him.

Peter doesn't needs to know just yet, you decide.

That usually particularly muddy part of the path has become even muddier after the overnight rain, and this time you allow him to pick you up in his arms and carry you across, feeling its finally appropriate now your relationship has changed. Setting you down on the other side, he presses a kiss to your forehead almost absent-mindedly, and your tummy does a flip as you take a second or two to admire his profile.

You sigh happily. So much for not becoming a cliché.

*****

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doc-pickles · 3 years

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don't wanna lose this with you

hello friends I told the group chat I would post this when... well anyways enjoy.

xoxo nina

The moment happens almost too quickly for him to believe it’s real. He’s typing up a chart, about to tell his interns to run labs when she floats across his peripheral vision. He’d recognize her anywhere, always had been able to, but he wasn’t expecting her here. Her hair was shorter, blonde highlighting the normally dark brown color. Her tanned skin popped against the dark grey scrubs she wore, eyes glued to the tablet in front of her. Before he can stop himself, Alex finds himself calling out to her, her eyes darting up in surprise as she moves away from the nurses station to look back at him.

That’s when he sees it, the all too obvious swell of her stomach stretching against her scrubs. She looks like a deer in headlights as their gazes meet, eyes wide and watering. He wants to walk over and fold her into his arms and ask a million questions and apologize profusely all at once, but she’s turning and running the other way before he has a chance.

Alex can barely concentrate the rest of the day, his mind stuck on the vision of Jo standing in the same hallway as him sporting a sizable baby bump. He has no idea why she’s in San Francisco, much less working in a children’s hospital of all places, but he’s grateful that she is and that he just so happened to see her. Lost in his thoughts he barely registers the door of his office opening and closing, the sound of the lock clicking into place startling him from his daze.

Jo is standing with her back pressed against the door, eyes trained on him as silence surrounds them. She’s changed out of her scrubs, her baby bump all the more noticeable with her t-shirt and cardigan combo. Her feet are shifting as if she’s uncomfortable, not with the situation but as if she’s in pain. Her features are schooled and neutral, but Alex doesn’t miss her fingers kneading her back or the slow shallow breaths she takes.

“Sit down, you’ve probably been on your feet all day,” Alex is expecting Jo to bite back with a stubborn remark but instead she silently complies, lowering herself into one of the chairs across from him with a relieved sigh. Her fingers stretch out across her stomach and he can’t help but watch in awe as she attempts to calm the baby beneath her skin.

There’s a silence between them as they sit across from each other. It’s the closest they’ve been in months but it still feels like an ocean’s length between them. Alex watches Jo for a moment before speaking up, “What’re you doing here? Why aren’t you in Seattle?”

“I switched specialties, to OB,” Jo shrugged, eyes focusing on her fingers that are still rubbing circles into her belly. “I had a chance to do an OB residency at UCSF so I took it. I just… I needed to get away from Seattle. I’m here because I was checking up on one of the babies I delivered. What are you doing here?”

The question almost makes Alex laugh, “Izzie’s husband was offered a job as chief of oncology. It made sense for them and the children’s hospital needed a chief so… Here I am.”

Before he even finishes his sentence Jo is chuckling, the sound coming out softly until it turns into full on laughter. Alex stares at her in confusion watching as her laughter turns into loud sobs, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to catch her breath, “You’re so stupid Alex! You’re freaking ridiculous!”

Alex watches helplessly as Jo’s sobs continue to sound out, knowing that she wouldn’t be pleased if he got up to console her. Instead he sits and waits for her to continue talking, knowing he owes her at least that much.

“You left me all alone in Seattle with an empty loft and divorce papers and a freaking baby and you don’t even have the decency to be with the woman you said you loved, the woman you told me you left me for,” Alex can’t tell if Jo is sobbing or laughing at this point, the sounds coming from her wrenching his heart. “You left me! I didn’t think I’d ever see you again because you left after you told me you never would. You told me you were in love with someone else but now you’re here and-“

Alex can’t help it that time as he rounds his desk and kneels in front of Jo, his arms coming up to pull her into his embrace. Her cries don’t stop as he holds her but he takes her arms wrapping around his neck as a sign that not all hope is lost.

“Alex? You never call, is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine, the kids are fine. I was just wondering if you could pick them up today.”

“Sure, I’m off today,” there’s a pause before Izzie speaks up again. “Are you sure everything is okay? With you I mean?”

Alex’s eyes float to Jo who’s curled up on his couch, one hand resting on her stomach as she sleeps, “No. Well I mean yes just… complicated. I’ll explain when I pick up Eli and Lex on Friday. Thanks again.”

“Take care of yourself Alex. See you Friday.”

Alex hangs up quickly, thankful for Izzie’s understanding. The uptight and inquisitive Izzie he had known so many years ago was gone, replaced by a laidback and easy going woman. He blamed their children for that, the set of twins so rambunctious and full throttle that he knows the old Izzie would’ve gone crazy trying to contain them. Now though she managed their hyper spurts and six year old craziness with a two year old on her hip and every hair still in place. How she does it Alex will never know.

His eyes trail to Jo, who had turned to her other side so he could see her face again. Even asleep she looks stressed and exhausted, like she hasn’t been able to sleep peacefully in months. Alex kneels next to the couch, letting his hand rest next to hers on her stomach. A firm kick echoes under his palm, the baby below it moving languidly in their mother’s womb as he cherishes the movement.

“I just got them to settle down,” Jo’s voice startles him, his eyes snapping back up to her face as the baby continues to move around. “They’ve been moving around like crazy the last couple days, probably running out of room.”

“Do you know the gender?”

Jo shakes her head, eyes closing again as her hand shifts to cover Alex’s. She hasn’t told him exactly when but he assumes she’s due soon. He’d left Seattle almost seven months ago now, meaning Jo must have gotten pregnant right before he left. His heart sinks at the realization that not only had he missed witnessing all of Jo’s pregnancy firsthand but he hadn’t been able to help or support her either.

“I don’t need you Alex, I can do this by myself,” Jo’s words snap Alex out of his daze, scanning her face and watching her intently as she avoids his gaze. “I’ve been doing this on my own for seven months and I don’t need you now.”

He knows she’s right, if anyone knows what a fighter Jo is it’s him. Alex knows full well that she doesn’t need his help or support with their child no matter how desperately he wants to be there for her. If she decides to walk away from him after everything he’d done she would and there would be no stopping her.

“I don’t need you… but I want you here,” the crack in her voice has Alex leaning up to wipe at the tears that streak her cheeks, her own fingers moving to curl around his. “Please don’t leave again. I don’t want to do this without you, I know I could but I don’t want to. Please Alex.”

He doesn’t waste any time in leaning down and bringing Jo into his embrace, holding her close to his chest as sobs wrack her body. The guilt that has been weighing so heavily on him finally crashes down as he holds her, his grip tightening as he reassures her, “I’m not leaving again, I promise. I’m so sorry Jo, I’m not going to leave you I swear.”

“That’s what you said last time Alex, I can’t handle it if you leave me again,” Jo pulls back from his embrace, meeting his eyes solemnly. “It’s not just me anymore, you can’t just walk away again. I want… I want so badly to trust you again and to raise our baby together but I’m also really scared. I’m putting a lot on the line trusting you.”

Alex pauses for a moment, eyeing Jo as he processes everything she’s unloaded onto him. When he finally speaks again, he’s more sure of his words than he has been of anything ever, “I’m not gonna promise you anything, I don’t deserve that privilege anymore. But I swear that everyday I’ll try my hardest to show you how much you mean to me. You and our baby… you’re everything and I’m not letting you go again. I know my words are hollow at this point but I’m going to show you that I mean them.”

He doesn’t think that the words will magically fix anything, that his promises to Jo will change her mind or make her completely trust him just like that. But saying them out loud, to not only her but himself, made the words seem more real. He wasn’t going to let her slip out his grasp again.

“Hey, what’re you doing?”

“I’m about to head into a board meeting,” Alex pauses outside of the conference room, phone pressed to his ear as he waits for Jo to continue talking. “Are you okay? What about the baby?”

“We’re both fine, stop freaking out,” Jo’s laugh across the line calms Alex’s racing heart momentarily, a small grin coming to his face. “I just finished a delivery, but my water broke right as I was catching the baby.”

“You’re not due for two weeks,” Alex exclaims as he begins heading for his office, his meeting long forgotten as he now had a different destination in mind. “How are you so calm about this?”

“Because I knew you’d be freaking out. We’re fine, really we are. I just got settled into my room,” Alex listens intently as Jo takes a pause, her breathing more shallow as he grabs his keys and wallet from his desk. “Okay that hurt. If this kid has a giant head I’m gonna be so pissed.”

Alex chuckles to himself, his mind reeling at the fact that in a few hours he and Jo would have their baby in their arms, “I’m leaving the hospital now, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

“Good, I don’t want my new coworkers to hate me because I yelled at them while trying to push a giant Karev baby out of my-,” Jo’s voice cuts off as she lets out a groan, the sound pulling at Alex’s heart as he speeds through the hallways in an attempt to get to her quicker. “Oh holy fuck. Seriously, that’s what that feels like? No wonder my patients are always screaming.”

“Well yeah, you’re about to push out almost eight pounds of-“

“That’s enough from you, I’ll see you when you get here. Room 282,” Jo pauses for a moment, Alex stopping his walk to his car as he listens intently. Even with things still tense between them, he could tell when she was nervous. “Just don’t take too long, okay?”

“I’ll be there as fast as I possibly can be, promise,” Alex quickly exchanges goodbyes with Jo before hanging up and continuing his path to his car.

As he climbs in his eyes move to the car seat strapped into his backseat. The sight wasn’t unusual since he often had the twins with him but the infant carrier made his heart swell with anticipation. He was going to be a dad again and this time he was going to be able to witness his child’s life from the moment it started. No playing catch up, no surprises down the line, he would be there from his child’s first breath and he’d get to raise them with the woman he loved.

Alex lets his thoughts drift to Jo as he makes the short drive to the main hospital across town. He was beyond thankful she’d given him a second chance when he absolutely hadn’t deserved one, even more thankful that she’d allowed him to still be in not only their child’s life but hers as well. Jo had met Alexis and Eli who were immediately fascinated with Jo’s belly and the fact that their sibling was moving around in there. She’d bonded instantly with his children, Alex sometimes questioning if they liked her better than him. They’d talked a little bit, about the baby and what the future held for the three of them. For the most part though, Alex and Jo communicated physically, the way they always did best.

He was shocked the first night she’d spent over at his house when she’d left the guest room not long after they'd said goodnight, quietly crawling beneath the covers of his own bed and molding her body against the side of his. It felt natural, the way they curled together even with their child growing between them. When he woke the next morning, Jo looked peaceful instead of restless and worried like he had noted days before when she’d napped on his couch. After that it seemed only natural for them to find their way into each other’s arms at the end of the day, whether at his house or her apartment. Alex’s fingers would float across her belly as he traced their baby’s movements while Jo’s hands held tight to his t-shirt, both of their bodies falling into a deep sleep.

The few nights that they spent apart when one of them would return alone to their respective homes were soon nonexistent, Jo’s voice breaking through the quiet of her room one night to mention that her lease would be up soon. And so, without a verbal conversation about the matter Alex had spent a weekend moving her few belongings into his home, the nursery furniture she’d collected finding a new home in the guest room and Jo herself finding solace in her permanent position on the other side of Alex’s bed.

Lost in his thoughts, Alex barely notices that he’s arrived at the hospital. While the children’s hospital was large, the main hospital at UCSF was massive. The few times he’d come for a meeting or to pick up Jo Alex had almost always gotten lost. Thankfully he knew exactly where he was headed today and made it to the maternity ward without any issues, pausing outside of Jo’s room for only a moment before walking in.

“I’m perfectly capable of checking my own damn cervix Wendy,” Alex watches as Jo swats away the older doctor's hand, her face scrunching up in irritation. “I don’t need everyone I work with getting an up close look at my lady bits today.”

“Well you look like you’re in good spirits,” Alex steps fully into the room, pressing a kiss to Jo’s forehead as she continues to stare down the doctor in front of her. “Let her check, I’m pretty sure you can’t even reach down there anyways.”

Jo begrudgingly lays back down, letting Wendy check her as Alex brushes back her hair. As soon as the examination is done though, she’s sitting up and removing her legs from the stirrups they were in.

“You know I don’t even know why I’m here, I’ve delivered hundreds of babies before,” Jo is throwing off the blankets on her lap and swinging her legs over the side and pulling at the few monitors she was already hooked up to. “We’re going home, I’m not giving birth here. I’m more than capable of delivering my own baby.”

“Jo, you’re not going anywhere,” the doctor looks from Jo to Alex, fixing him with a serious stare. “You’re fully dilated, your baby is about ready to make their appearance. I’m shocked you’re just getting settled in here.”

Alex moves quickly, placing his hands on Jo’s shoulder and blocking her path as she attempts to stand and leave. She tries to vocally protest, but quickly doubles over with a groan as a contraction hits her, “Would you lay back down? We’re not going anywhere, you heard your doctor.”

Jo shakes her head, still doubled over as she attempts to speak through her pain, “I’m… fine. Don’t need… to be here. Shit that hurts!”

Moving his fingers down, Alex applies counter pressure to Jo’s back as the contraction continues. The doctor gives him an understanding smile, gathering what she needs as she gives the two a small moment of privacy. When Jo’s body finally relaxes against him, he moves his hands to gently rub her back as she evens her breathing out.

“You wanna tell me why you’re all of sudden trying to break out of here,” when Jo doesn’t respond to his question, Alex kneels in front of her, taking her now tear stained cheeks between his hands. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this, I’m not supposed to be a mom. I am… terrified that I’m going to mess everything up and I’m even more scared that I’m going to have to do all of this by myself,” Jo’s breathing grows more ragged as she begins to sob, her shoulders dropping as she lets the emotion wash over her. “How am I supposed to have someone rely on me for everything when I don’t even have that? I was almost all alone here, Alex! You left me and the only reason you’re here is because we just so happened to run into each other again. And I didn’t even mean to get pregnant! I’m only here because I missed my birth control and we drank too much and had sex in the backseat of your car! I just can’t do this… None of this was supposed to happen, I just can’t- Oh god!”

Jo’s panicked ranting is cut off by another contraction, her body involuntarily curling towards him as she lets out a pained groan. Alex attempts to calm her down as she grips his arms, her crying growing louder as she holds onto him.

“Deep breaths, let it out. You’re okay,” Alex’s attempts to get Jo to breathe and calm herself down are futile as she begins to hyperventilate, fingers digging tightly into his biceps. “Jo, you’re stressing yourself and the baby out. I’m right here in front of you and I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving, okay? But no matter what, you’re going to be a mom here soon and I don’t think there’s anyone more prepared. You’re going to be a great mom, that’s something that nothing and no one can change. Our kid? They're the luckiest person on earth to have you as their mom so don’t doubt yourself for a second.”

His words seem to get through to Jo as she relaxes against his shoulder, her cries softening as she reaches blindly for his hand. Alex squeezes back gently as he lets her come down from her panicked state, his arms holding her close to him.

“You are going to be amazing, but we have to stay here and get this baby out. We can worry about the rest later okay,” Jo finally looks up at Alex, his fingers still caressing her cheeks as she attempts to stifle her cries. “Jo you… You are so strong and so brave and I know even if I wasn’t here that you would be able to get through this. But I am, I’m here and I’m never going to leave you or our baby, ever. And I can't promise that something else won’t happen, but I’ll live every day trying to prevent it. I love you so much and I know you love me and we have the rest of our lives to figure everything else out, okay?”

Jo leaned forward, her head resting against Alex’s shoulder as she forced out her next words, “I really really need to push. Like right now.”

Alex acts quickly, alerting the doctor who’d stepped into the hall before coming back to Jo’s side. Her fingers interlock with his and she only pushes for fifteen minutes before she collapses against him with a sigh of relief. Not a moment later there’s a small cry that echoes through the room and both Alex and Jo watch in fascination as the squirming baby settles quickly onto Jo’s chest.

The next hour passes in a blur, everything around him moving a thousand miles a minute, but when he finally has a moment to breathe all Alex can do is stare at Jo. Her eyes are focused on the now swaddled and sleeping baby in her arms, fingers brushing over the chubby cheeks and dark curls of hair on the infant.

“I love you too,” Jo’s words are barely above a whisper as she continues to stare at the baby in her arms. “I didn’t say it earlier, mainly because I was in pain but also because some days it seems easier to try and convince myself that I don’t anymore. But I do love you Alex, even if this little one wasn’t a part of our lives there’s this part of me that loves you so much no matter what we’ve been through.”

Too stunned to move, Alex finds himself staring blankly at Jo as she moves her gaze from the baby up to him. Her eyes are wide and shining with tears, but she doesn’t look upset. Instead she reaches a hand out towards him and gestures for him to join her on the hospital bed. He doesn’t hesitate, his arm wrapping around Jo’s shoulder as she snuggles into his side. The baby on her chest readjusts, one hand reaching upwards which Alex grabs between his own fingers.

“He looks just like you,” Jo chuckles as she leans her head against his chest. “I’m screwed aren't I?”

“Mmm I think if you can survive one Karev boy two will be a walk in the park.”

#nina writes #jolex #Jo x Alex #Jo wilson #jo karev #Alex Karev #jolex fic #jolex fanfic #grey’s anatomy #grey’s anatomy fanfic

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oh-take-this-longing · 3 years

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LFRP: Adelaide Azmerien

Adelaide is closed-off, introverted, and a bit uncomfortable in her own skin. She seeks to fix the last problem by pushing herself to the limits and mastering the art of swordplay. She is proud, cynical, and always dreaming of running away from her responsibilities (and never doing it). She is an Ishgardian noble and red mage duelist.

THE BASICS –––

Name: Adelaide Azmerien

Age: 33

Nameday: 28th Sun of the 4th Umbral Moon

Race: Wildwood, Elezen

Gender: Female

Alignment: Neutral

Marital Status: Distant and unattached

Server: Balmung (Crystal data center)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE –––

Hair: Long and dark red, Adelaide has naturally curly hair that she desperately tries to keep straightened as she finds her curls too wild and uncontrollable. And Adelaide does not like having any part of herself uncontrolled.

Eyes: Adelaide has eyes the same red as her hair and her lips.

Height: 73.2 (6′1″)

Build: Adelaide prides herself on how fit and trained she keeps her body. Like most elezen she is tall and willowy naturally, but she is also quite strong and graceful. Because Adelaide wants everything about herself to appear ‘just so’ and silently revels in appearing somewhat unapproachable- she also stands with perfect posture, head held high, shoulders back, and back straight.

Common Accessories: Adelaide always has a sword on her-- even when her family complains that it really ruins the mood of a party if she’s standing there in the corner with a sword at her hip. Most commonly it is a rapier, but she trains with multiple types of swords and can occasionally be seen with one of those. She also commonly wears a simple, but elegant, ivory ring that marks her as a duelist in the not-entirely-legal dueling circle she’s a part of. She frequently has a pocketwatch that she looks at (quite often) during parties and wears white wool coats with big buttons, elegant gloves, and exceedingly well-cared for and clean boots. Recently she has taken to wearing lovely ribbons in her hair when she is not dueling. She has nothing much to say about these ribbons other than “they were a gift”.

PERSONAL –––

Profession: Adelaide’s “profession” is doing the accounting and paperwork for her House. It’s a job that frustrates and annoys her. She also keeps herself busy by teaching wealthy children sword techniques and calligraphy (which she insists are very similar fields of study). Never spoken of in public is that Adelaide also fights for the “honor” of her family by partaking in underground duels when the Azemerien House (rather infamously an unpleasant group of wealthy ne'er-do-wells) runs afoul of another noble house. It was discovered rather early on that Adelaide, who did not have the charm or inclination to rise in the ranks of social popularity, did have an impressive ability at fighting. Doing what they could to shrug off the fact that the eldest daughter of the House had intimidated every potential suitor and was a sighing, irritable wallflower at parties-- her family has since found a use for her by getting into fights and having Adelaide finish them for them.

Hobbies: Exercise/training, maintaining a winter rose garden at her estate, calligraphy, learning new styles of swordplay, collecting books of poetry, attempting to learn various forms of music (and failing miserably at all said attempts), feeding birds and fish.

Residence: Adelaide lives in Foundation with her rather large and very unpleasant family.

Birthplace: Ishgard

Patron Deity: Halone, the Fury who she reveres enough that she’s named her chocobo “Glacier” with the explanation that Halone is known for ‘moving Glaciers’ and so she might as well be known for the same.

RELATIONSHIPS –––

Spouse: Adelaide suspects that she will never be married. Her family doesn’t love that.

Children: See above.

Parents: Adelaide does not get along with either her mother or her father. All the same, she feels it’s her responsibility to set that aside and do what is best for the family.

Siblings: Adelaide is the oldest in the family. She has 4 younger brothers and 1 younger sister. Her youngest brother is very sickly and requires a lot of expensive care that her parents and other siblings do not seem interested in dealing with. This brother and his affection for the rest of the family and her affection for him is the reason that Adelaide does not just leave though she frequently fantasizes about it.

Other Relatives: She has two uncles, one who has recently passed away (of rather mysterious circumstance). That uncle had a daughter, Adelaide’s cousin Koriah Azmerien, who ran away from the House when she fell in love with a hyur named Lysander in Limsa. She is missing and presumed dead, but before she vanished she asked the family to take care of her lover’s younger brother, a boy named Evander ( @dumb-hat ). Though Adelaide and Evander did not spend much time together, she none-the-less considers him family (even if the majority of her family absolutely does not.)

Pets: Adelaide loves all animals but particularly loves fish and birds. She has an aquarium of fish and, while she does not own any birds, she often buys seed and feeds wild ones.

TRAITS –––

* Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––

Smoking Habit: Nope.

Drugs: No

Alcohol: Adelaide doesn’t care for most alcohol simply because she’s seen her family act disgracefully when inebriated. But she does love wine... Particularly Suhd Viandja,

RP HOOKS –––

Righteous Riposte Adelaide has the most pride in her fighting ability and will always accept a challenge for a duel. Perhaps you have found yourself on the wrong side of her horrible family (very easy to do) and have been challenged by House Azmerien to a duel. If that is the case, it is Adelaide that you (or your cavalier) will face. Or perhaps you’d like to learn to learn sword styles from an Ishgardian instructor? Adelaide can do that too.

Eat the Rich: Are you playing someone who wants to steal from snooty nobility? Well, Adelaide’s family is a perfect mark for that. Adelaide, herself, looks like a good mark for it too.

Fighting for a Cause: Adelaide would be more than happy to work as someone’s bodyguard or assist in plots to protect Ishgard that might benefit from her skills.

High Society: Adelaide does not like to be flustered, so the best kind of RP will do exactly that! She can be at any fancy party wishing that she wasn’t. Even if she’s standoffish-- I’m not! I will happily engage in RP.

Talk to her at all: If you want to RP with her? YAY! I like that! I want to RP with you too, I bet! We’ll work it out.

CONTACT INFORMATION –––

Contacting me here on tumblr or finding me in game is the best bet. If you see Adelaide out in the world, please say hello! I’d love her to make more friends (or rivals, depending on what you think would be fun!)

I do have a Discord and I do enjoy RPing on it. I don’t give that information out right away though. I’d like to interact in game or through tumblr a few times before engaging in that way.

I have craaaazy work hours. I work the night shift M-F. That means that I’m on very early in the morning and sometimes in the late afternoon/early evening. I’m usually not on very late unless it’s a weekend.

Notes –––

Ahhhh! I’m so excited to meet new characters and players! Adelaide wants to be cold and aloof-- but that’s probably not fun to RP with for long... so I promise she will open up and there will be silly moments. Frankly, it wouldn’t be much fun for me to play a character that is just wholly unpleasant 100% of the time.

#Adelaide #LFRP #FFXIV-LFRP #Balmung #ffxiv #WIP #Elezen #Ishgardian #Red Mage #Promise I'll edit this later to make it good

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honeytama · 4 years

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Tamaki Amajiki’s

7 Minutes in Heaven

Headcanons + Scenario

Requested by @whygz

Warnings: Fluff, small amount of smut, enclosed spaces, gender neutral reader

Playing the game after work with Mirio and Nejire is sure to bring out some hidden emotions. When yours and Tamaki’s names are pulled out of a cup, something special happens.

Tag List (all works): @knifeewifee @thedreadthreadanomaly @bnhabookclub

A/N: My first time writing Tamaki! I really want to write a full fic where Reader and himself go all the way at some point. Request more headcanons or scenarios Here — Rules

Tamaki gets dragged into playing 7 Minutes by both Mirio and Nejire, and you watch him give in to playing a round.

The game would be played in the supply closet of your hero agency after hours. Your friends and yourself reminisce about playing it a couple times in high school together, but back then, there were more players form your class. and also Tamaki would never participate.

You're able to see him sit there silently waiting for Mirio to write all of your names down onto small pieces of paper,

But, to your unknowing, Tamaki is sneaking glances at you from across the room.

“Y/N,” His pointed ears perk up at the sound of your name being read by Mirio,

“And... Tamaki!” A giant, bright, enthusiastic smile spreads across Mirio’s face once he sees his best friend will be going into the closet with his secret crush.

A short squeak escapes Tamaki’s throat before he brushes it off with a fake cough.

Mirio and Nejire look back and forth between each other and you two while they think about how you’ll finally solve your mutual pining.

You both are too shy to admit to liking one another, even though somewhere in the in the back of your minds you know who each other feels.

Getting up from the comfort of the couch, you give a soft smile to Tamaki to reassure him everything will be okay.

His attitude toward the situation brightens once he sees you’re not so disappointed in the position you've been put in.

You walk together to the closet; Tamaki’s head is down to hide his growing blush from his friends. Unfortunately for him, his blushed ears that peek through his hair give his feelings away.

Once inside, it feels so quiet without your loud friends.

You hear Nejire tap her nail on the door, “Timer starts now, lovebirds!” Mirio and Nejire leave the vicinity to give you both privacy.

Both of you shoot your heads towards the door in nervousness.

Your heartbeat quickens while the first seconds pass; you hope he’ll be the one to make the first move.

Tamaki sweats from his brow as he waits impatiently for you to move any inch closer to him. Why couldn't I have just admitted to liking them before? Our first time, oh my, first time doing anything together shouldn't have to be forced, his thoughts become worried.

He reaches out to your hand that’s to your side. He lightly take your hand in his and squeezes it before retreating back.

This snaps something inside of you once you feel his touch for the first time.

“We’re running out of time,” you whisper before laying a hand on his jaw and pulling him in quickly to kiss him.

His throat catches and his eyes are held open for a long second before he shuts them. His ears burn as his mind races now knowing how you feel, officially.

Tamaki kisses you back and slips his arms around your waist to pull you closer into him by the small of your back.

He pulls away only to say this against your lips, “Let’s— take our time.”

Extra: Tamaki is quiet most of the time, but I feel that in intimacy he would let all reigns loose. He continuously groans and repeats your name in the most lewd tones.

“Y/N, that— ahh, feels so good.”

Your lips move together with his. The tip of his tongue grazes your lip lightly, asking for permission to enter and mingle with your own. You moan into his mouth at the first taste of his tongue.

Your subconscious attempts to pull you further away from him. You feel deep down that Tamaki wouldn’t want to go too far with you especially in these circumstances. Nevertheless, he heat coming off both of your bodies attempt to pressure you both to go further.

Your thoughts get racketed back and forth on what you can do to service him; to show him that you want him in this type of way. Tamaki can feel your hesitation just from the disruptions and ill movements of your tongue on his.

“We don’t have to do anything you do want to, Y/N,” he gasps away from your lips, “you know I would never pressure you— to do anything this, uh, suddenly.” He leans back into you to give a chaste kiss to your cheek. His soft lips tickle your skin and the feeling remains there as he continues to hold you in his arms.

“Do you want to, uh, go out for dinner after this?” he asks nervously. “Unless, you know, you’d want the chance to be with one of them in here. I’d— I’d understand. We don’t have to go—,” he stutters.

You cut him off, “Tama, yes! I mean, I’d love to have dinner with you… as a date.” You smile sweetly to reassure him, “Let’s go.”

“Good, great! Let’s try to, uhm, sneak out of here?” he nods his head to the door before taking your hand in his.

A smile is permanent on your face as you wait for him to go forward. He slowly turns the handle and pulls the door open.You both slip through back into the lounging area of the agency. You both walk hand-in-hand back towards the couch.

Tamaki lets go of you to reach out to Nejire’s cellphone sitting on the coffee table. “Nejire,” he whines. He faces the screen towards you and you stare at the timer app having not been started.

You look up and Tamaki is rubbing his face in embarrassment. You giggle at him before asking, “How long were we in there for?”

#mha #bnha #tamaki x reader #tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki headcanons #tamaki amajiki headcanons #tamaki smut #writing #tamaki amajiki smut #tamaki bnha #tamaki mha #tamaki amajiki mha #tamaki amajiki bnha #tamaki fluff #tamaki amajiki fluff

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heaven-in-a-wild-flower · 3 years

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Congratsss!!🤩🤩

And 💚 (forbidden looovee!)

Thank you!! <3 <3 <3

Okay so I'll name the characters Z and X and use they/them pronouns for both because it's gender neutral (feel free to put any other names or pronouns in your head as you read it). Since you didn't specify any specific type of forbidden love, I'm gonna do royalty/servant. Anyway, enjoy!

X- Royal Heir

It was itchy and uncomfortable. The fabric scratched my skin in a way that make me squirm. And all the squirming got me was multiple jabs with the needle that the dressmaker was holding. She was a tall severe looking lady with thick brows and a thin mouth. She gave me a glare that could send an armed soldier running away so I held still.

"This is just to take your measurements before the actual fabric arrives. Now, raise your arms." And so it went. It was a beautiful afternoon, the sun dawdled in the sky, casting its benevolent gaze upon the grass. I wanted to go out and ride or maybe just lay upon the grass and read. But for now, I was stuck getting measured for the Equinox Ball, dedicated to Moon.

There was, at the beginning of time, a fiery being providing light and warmth to all the world. But after some time, the creatures living beneath this being were too warm and unable to get any rest from the brightness all the time. They went to the fiery being, Sun, and asked for some respite, just a few hours in a day with less light and warmth. Sun was offended at first, how dare those creatures ask for respite from her. She scrutinised them for hours and hours and realised their plight.

So she took a small portion of her light and created another smaller being, Moon. She decreed that she and Moon would take turns blessing the creatures with their light. Moon's light was gentler and dull enough for them to rest, and Sun's light was bright enough to work. To celebrate these two beings, we hold two Equinox balls every year, one dedicated to Sun and the other to Moon.

I stood there sulking (inwardly. I don't want to invite more jabs from the dressmaker). I didn't want to waste this glorious afternoon being cooped up inside. Also, how could the dressmaker not know my measurements already? She only makes clothes for me. (The extra cakes I had this past week might've made her want to measure again).

And then, they walk in. My gaze darts to theirs, two attractive forces, helplessly drawn to one another. My gaze holds onto theirs as they walk and nearly end up crashing into a table. I laugh discreetly (not so much) as they glare at me. Oh, how I love that fiery gaze. I watch the swish of their skirt as they move around the room and feel my heart race in my chest.

Z-Servant

Did X have to stare so obviously? I could feel the weight of the stare, like a shawl tenderly sitting on my shoulders. I try my best to ignore it and collect the clothes I came here to collect. As I gather them in my arms, I sneak a peak at the Royal Heir. They look perfect as always, dark hair and dark skin gleaming in the sunlight. Their eyes look mischievous and flirtatious and I quickly pull my gaze away, if I don't look away now I'd lose myself entirely in that endlessly alluring gaze. That's how this whole thing started after all.

I'd gaze at the Royal Heir whenever I could. I'd enter a room and my eyes would be drawn to them magnetically. I'd watch their graceful walk and their masterfully braided hair. I'd watch the way the sun caught on the gold threads of their robes and my heart would flutter. I didn't even have to be subtle, nobody notices the servants. But then one day, I saw them looking so sad. Their shoulders were drooping and their eyes seemed melted. So I arranged their cloth napkins at the dining table into a swan.

They walked in slumped into the chair and suddenly brightened up upon seeing the swan. They smiled gently and ran one finger along its wings. They then looked around to see who'd done it. I was staring happily at them, not expecting them to suddenly turn around like that and their eyes caught mine and how could I have ever been expected to look away? We stared at each other for a small eternity and then I grinned at them forgetting for a moment that they were the Royal Heir. They seemed shocked, eyes widening and mouth opening a little (they later told me it was because I had a bewitching smile), and I thought they were appalled at my breaking the rules and I quickly left the room.

We had an interesting way of courting. We'd both leave things at the table for the other to find. A flower, a note, a biscuit. And somehow, suddenly and oh-so slowly, we fell in love. Treasonous, dramatic, tender love. It seemed as impossible as two stars crashing into each other, but crash, we did.

At first, it all seemed so exciting, the thrill of doing something you knew you weren't supposed to and getting away with it. But then, we has a very close call. They'd left a note at the table but that day I was waylaid with other work so another servant picked up the note. Luckily for us, the servant assumed the Royal Heir was writing it for someone else and left it in their chambers, but at that moment it was terrifying. The realisation that we could be caught so easily was sobering and chilling. I might be removed from the palace, and then how would I support my family?

It scared me so much I refused to see them or meet with them for weeks. I was miserable without them, but I was also relieved that I didn't have to hide anymore. So I sulked about, my heartbreak invisible to everyone.

Then they started leaving notes everywhere, so specifically placed, only I'd find them. I couldn't even be angry anymore because it was as clear as anything, they watched me as much as I watched them. They cared. So I decided then and there, circumstance might rip us apart but I wouldn't be the one to do it.

I hurry out of the room, nearly tripping on my skirt again (why do I always act like this in front of them?) and race to the washers to deposit the clothes. I slam my hands on the wall and take deep breaths. I hate that they can make me lose my composure like this (I don't hate it. I don't hate anything about them).

I calmly walk away towards the dressmaker's workrooms, sneaking glances discreetly to see if the Royal Heir is still here. As I'm walking I catch a glance of a gleaming silver crown and see my chance. I wrap my hand around a fine-boned wrist and yank the rest of their body into the alcove where I am.

"Ahh- Oh! Oh, it's you," they say, eyes wide.

"It is," I reply grinning, loving that their eyes catch on my mouth.

I pull my hands gently through their hair and they sigh, wrapping their arms around my waist. I open my eyes to see theirs closed and their face the picture of relaxation and contentment. Now that's gotta change.

X-Royal Heir

They bend down and bring their lips to mine and my knees go weak. The kiss is fierce and gentle and it makes butterflies erupt in my belly. It feels like the whole world has been shaken thoroughly and then suddenly stood still just for us (how does it feel this way every time? I hope it always does. I hope we get to have an always).

I pull back to breathe and just stare at the rosy flush on their cheeks. They look so happy, it takes my breath away for a moment. That smile could conquer whole armies.

"You are stunning, I hope you know that," I say.

"I can tell by the way you're looking at me," they respond, smirking a little.

I press their forehead against mine and just breathe the air they are breathing. It feels like I'm absorbing a little bit of them, just a little bit to last me till the next time we get to meet.

"The Son's light pales in comparison to yours, and the Moon's silver sheen can't hold a candle to the way you glimmer," they say and place a soft kiss on my forehead. Then they saunter off.

Z-Servant

I sneak a glance behind me to see their hair completely dishevelled and their mouth open a little. My heart soars and my hands are twitching to bury themselves in Z's hair again. I still can't believe I get to make the Royal Heir look like that.

I sink against a different alcove and close my eyes. I recollect the words they told me last time. "I love you, and I'm not ashamed of you. I'd show you off to the whole world if I could. I will show the whole world one day and until then, I'll give you all the love my heart can hold."

The sneaking around is not easy, it makes me paranoid and twitchy sometimes, terrified and jumpy at others, but whenever it gets hard those words play over and over again in my head. They love me. They love me. They love me. Three tiny words, but they feel larger than the Sun and Moon. Holding them in my heart feels like carrying my very own universe in my chest, eternally alive and shining. This entire affair may ruin me, but now that I have felt their love, not having it would ruin me just the same.

#this was a delight to write #I hope you enjoyed it #thanks for the ask #feel free to ask more any time #I love getting writing based asks #forbidden love

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redhoodssweetheart · 4 years

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Don’t Leave Me

Genre: Soulmate AU

Relationship: Dick Grayson x Gender Neutral!Reader

Requested: Yes @casey-anne-j (REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, swearing

Description: Dick always wondered how he would meet his soulmate, the words on his arm begging for him to not let them die weren’t the most comforting. Will his soulmate die in his arms just as he meets them or will they walk away and live happily together?

Dick had spent a lot of time staring at the words on his arm. “Please don't let me die. I don't want to die.” They had appeared on his arm when he turned thirteen. He had been Robin for a about a year at that point and he wondered if the next person he saved on patrol was going to be his soulmate uttering those heartbreaking words. He wondered if they would die in his arms before he ever got the chance to know them truly.

Bruce had tried to reassure Dick that things would be okay, but even he wasn’t sure what fate held in store for his son and his future soulmate. It seemed cruel for a thirteen year old to have to worry about the day he met his soulmate would also be the day he lost them as well.

Eight years had passed since the words appeared on Dick’s arm and he still had yet to meet his soulmate. There was a growing itch though that it would be happening soon, that whoever he was destined to be with could be right around the corner.

That night he stood as Nightwing on the top of an apartment complex watching the city. He had busted up a drug sale earlier, but since then it had been pretty quiet. Dick didn’t mind the quiet nights. He preferred them if he were being honest.

“Nightwing,” Tim’s voice was suddenly in his ear. “There’s a convenience store two blocks from your current location with an armed robbery going on.”

“I’m on it,” he responded as he leapt into action.

He raced down the pavement toward the convenience store, his heart pounding in his chest as he went. He knew the people that ran it and hoped that everyone was all right. When he arrived the guy was grabbing the money, several people cowering behind the shelves. “Is that everything?!” The man shouted at the cowering clerk, who nodded her head.

“You know it’s not polite to yell at a lady,” Dick said as he came in behind the man who whirled at the sound of Dick’s voice. Before the robber could even respond Dick was disarming him with a swift move. The robber landed face first on the floor with a sickening crack as blood poured from his now broken nose. “Oof, you’re gonna need to get that looked at if you want it to set right.”

“Asshole,” the man croaked, pain lacing his voice.

“Yeah, sure I’m the asshole,” Dick grumbled as he ziptied the man’s hands behind his back. “Is everyone okay?” He asked once he was sure the robber had been secured.

“Someone was shot,” the woman said. “They tried to stop the man, but he shot before they could do anything.”

A man stepped forward, “This way.”

Dick quickly followed the man to where they had dragged your body. Dick could see the blood smear on the white floor and his stomach churned wondering if you were still alive or not. Someone was kneeling next to you, a hand over the gunshot wound, paper towels stained red with your blood.

“Help is on the way,” the woman putting pressure on your wound said. “It’ll be okay.”

“Here let me,” Dick told them woman who gratefully got out of the way. He knelt next to you, your eyes wide and fearful. “Hey, it’ll be okay. I won’t let anything bad happen.”

“Please don’t let me die,” you had tears trailing down your cheeks and Dick went still. “I don’t want to die,” your voice cracked as you said the words.

Dick couldn’t believe it, you were here, he was finally meeting you. And he was terrified. You were losing a lot of blood and he wasn’t sure how far off the EMTs were. His mind raced and before he could reconsider he picked you up in his arms. “Can you all wait for the police to arrive? I need to get them out of here so I can get them medical attention.”

Everyone said that it would be fine and Dick rushed you back to the cave where Alfred was waiting with the right supplies. “I don’t know the blood type, but it’s a GSW to the right flank. Barely missed their lungs.”

Alfred quickly got to work with expert ease. He had been doing this long enough that he knew what he was doing. It took over an hour for everything to calm down, but Alfred came back to Dick and said that you would make a recovery. Dick had sagged with relief and followed behind Alfred as he wheeled you up to a room, you were still unconscious and would no doubt have questions when you woke.

Dick sat by your side the entire time, he had removed his mask, but he was still in his Nightwing costume. He wanted to make sure that you knew it was him, that he was your soulmate and that you were safe.

After a few hours Dick had dozed off, his head resting on your bed, his breathing steady. You had woken up and were watching him. You had been scared at first, the last thing you remembered before passing out was Nightwing coming and saying the words tattooed on your arm. You realized that he was your soulmate, but at the time it had barely registered. You were in so much pain that you couldn’t think clearly.

Now the pain was a dull ache and you were in someone else’s bed with Nightwing beside you, but he was no longer wearing his mask. You recognized that face. It was Dick Grayson, the adopted son of Bruce Wayne, and you couldn’t help but think that he looked adorable as he slept. His long, dark lashes fanned out over his cheeks, the way his hair fell slightly on his face, and there was a little bit of drool coming out of his mouth.

Yeah, he was adorable and you totally forgot that you had been shot for that split second of studying him.

The door to your temporary room opened and an older gentleman entered with a tray. There was a glass of water and some pills. He smiled at you, “Ah good you’re awake. I brought some water and pain medicine for you,” he had a British accent and your brain processed that this was Alfred Pennyworth. “If you need anything don’t hesitate to wake Master Dick, he can get it for you.”

You merely nodded too afraid to talk and wake Dick up. Alfred offered one last smile and slowly left your room. The door clicking had Dick shooting up, his eyes a little bleary from sleep and he looked around assessing for any danger and then his eyes landed on you, awake and staring at him. “Oh thank God, you woke up.”

You fiddled with the comforter in front of you, “Well that’s one hell of a way to meet my soulmate.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, it is.”

You wondered where the tattoo of your first words to him was. “I’m sorry that mine weren’t better words. I can’t imagine what you must have felt seeing what I said when they finally appeared on you.” You can’t imagine what the words pleading for your life must have done to him.

“It wasn’t pleasant, I always thought I’d have to watch my soulmate die, but I’m glad that’s not the case this time. Alfred is good at patching people up.” His blue eyes searched your face for any signs of something wrong. “Are you okay with me being… you know, Nightwing?”

The question threw you off for a moment and you said, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He fidgeted in his seat, “Well it’s a dangerous job, and I could get hurt. I just wasn’t sure how you’d feel at having a vigilante for a soulmate.”

“Dick,” he liked the way his name rolled off your tongue. “Living in Gotham is dangerous, as proven tonight. I went to that convenience store after work to grab something quick to eat and then I was heading straight home. Then there was a robbery. I think just walking down the street is dangerous on a good day. And how could I not be okay? You saved my life tonight, what am I supposed to say? You can never save anyone else?” You shook your head, “I’m fine with it, Dick, I promise.”

He was relieved to hear you say that. He got up and crawled into bed next to you, he needed to be reassured that you were real and still there. You rested your head on his shoulder and he said, “Tell me anything and everything about you,” he whispered.

You hummed and considered the stories you could tell him. And in the late hours of the evening the two of you talked and shared with one another until you both fell asleep, curled around each other and feeling more content than either of you had ever felt before in your lives.

#Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson x Reader #Dick Grayson x Reader angst #Dick Grayson x Reader fluff #Dick Grayson angst #Dick Grayson fluff #Dick Grayson fanfic #Dick Grayson fanfiction #Dick Grayson Soulmate AU #DC Comics #DC Comics fanfic #DC Comics fanfiction #Requested

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atiny-ahgase · 4 years

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Sweet Dreams

Author’s Note: I started this with no direction but I somehow still really like it. IDK I think it’s kinda cute. I intended for it to be more like a drabble but I don’t really think that it is...oh well. Also, I tried my best to make the reader both gender-neutral as well as to remove any words that would cause you to assume the ethnicity and race of the reader. I’m still really new to writing so if I slipped up on any of these attempts please let me know. I’m trying my best.

Side Note: This will be my first work since my 2 week-long Writer’s Block. I honestly still have it but I also really wanna write something...It’s soo frustrating.- Gabby.

Summary: Feeling overwhelmed and stress from work threatens to rid you of your sanity your only source of calm in this otherwise hectic world, Mingi, is busy at work preparing for the Ateez comeback. You don’t want to burden him but what are you to do when the breath easier beside him?

Pairing: Mingi x Gender Neutral reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Contains Fluff, Angst, Idol x Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, (Not really sure what else).

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You lightly hissed as the warm water cascaded down your aching body, engulfing your muscles with liquid bliss. Work had been the most demanding this week than it had been in a while. The workload wasn’t that much but you were already understaffed as it was and your demanding boss wasn’t helping to soothe the stress and anxiety brewing within you with all the work that still needed to be done. You needed a break but with the deadline fast approaching, no way was that going to happen.

Softly sighing you turned off the steady stream of water before grabbing your towel; relishing in the feeling of the plush fabric embracing your body. You walked out of the restroom entering your bedroom before collapsing on to your bed; the plush mattress beginning to absorb the moisture from your shower. As you sink into your mattress your mind begins to wander to your only spark of light in an otherwise seemingly dismal world; formally known as Mingi. How was he doing? You hadn’t seen or spoken to him in a while and it honestly showed in your demeanour. You were always much calmer after speaking with him. Each laughed that slipped past his lips took with it all of your worries.

You had both met at a coffee shop not too far away from your office building. After ordering your drink you scrolled through your phone waiting for your order to be called. Not long after your order was called and you approached the register extending your hand to retrieve your coffee. Unbeknownst to you, the stranger beside you seemed to be doing the same thing. Both of you appeared to be unaware until you grasped his hand over the coffee cup.

“Sorry”, you shakily replied pulling your hand away from the beverage while looking up at the man standing beside you. The warmth from your hand seemed to spread to your cheeks in a matter of seconds. You felt like you were looking up at the sun. His existence alone seemed to brighten up the drab and dull decor of the local coffee shop threatening to blind you if you looked too long. How could one person be that bright?

A cluster of gentle curls adorned his head landing lightly across his forehead. He wore round-rimmed glasses which just drew your attention straight to his warm brown eyes, they looked so welcoming. They reminded you of the homemade toffee you would make with your grandparents, soft, sweet and warm. A small chuckle escaped his mouth directing your focus to his lips which immediately curled up into a bright smile forcing his eyes to all but disappear. The sight alone causing you to smile in response.

It was strange, the smile felt so natural to you although you’ve rarely found a reason to smile lately. The weight of the world had reshaped your once bright smile into a frown that even your greatest efforts could not mend so you decided to give up. To stop wasting your time on the happiness that somehow always seemed to evade you.

But now you where you are in a crowded cafe, smiling like an idiot at a complete stranger who didn’t even say anything remotely funny. That’s it; your boss had literally driven you to madness. That was the only sensible explanation for your unwarranted happiness.

“You can have it; I’ll just wait for the other one,” he spoke, bringing you back to reality. “Oh no I couldn’t ask you to do that,” you responded arms raising in protest.

“What kinda gentleman would I be if I let a gorgeous person like yourself wait in line?” he defends while sliding the cup over to you. Failing to keep your heart in check you can already feel your ears heating up much hotter than any coffee you’d ever consumed. Cheezy pick-up lines like that had never made you react this way before so why now?

Maybe because it didn’t feel like a pickup line, it felt more like he was just talking to you, no strange ulterior motive he was authentically being nice. Yet another interaction that you were not used to. Deciding on taking him up on his kind offer you mumbled a small “Thank you” before taking a sip of the coffee, the liquid feeling cold in comparison to the warm feeling flooding your cheeks.

“You know waiting in line is a lot more fun when you have someone to talk to”, you smiled up at him, enjoying the warm feelings you got from his interactions. You wanted to hold on to the conversation just a little while longer. With so many conflicts currently going on at work, it felt nice to have even a semi-decent conversation with someone whether it was with a stranger or not.

Somewhere along the line, that chance meeting turned into planned meetings which turned into him showing up at your apartment unannounced with snacks and now you don’t know what to do with yourself. You’ve gotten so used to seeing him that these past few days have been absolute torture. He and the rest of Ateez were working on their comeback and you know that Mingi must be just as exhausted as you if not more exhausted and you don’t want to burden him with your problems. But you miss him so much.

Everything in your apartment reminded you of him. From the collection of hoodies that you’ve “accumulated’ in your closet to the faint smell of lavender that seemed to have remained on the cushion, he would usually sit on. They all just served as constant reminders that he was not there. A loud sigh leaves your lips as you will yourself to get dressed not wanting to be consumed by your own thoughts.

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Your entire evening just consisted of you dragging yourself all over your apartment in a futile attempt to be productive when in reality all you wanted to do was curl up beside Mingi on your couch; head nuzzled into his neck, hands grasping his shirt which would always smell like fresh Lavender. He’d hold you tightly as if you were the most precious person in his life, one arm around your waist drawing gentle circles while the other gently stroked your hair.

You close your eyes remembering all of the sweet nothings he would whisper in your ear and with every word you could feel the stress and anxiety leave your body and in its place would be that warm feeling that somehow always seemed to accompany you whenever Mingi was around.

His presence was like that of a storm; washing away the debris that seemed to settle on your heart, nourishing the withering roses of your soul, revitalizing the rivers that gave life to your otherwise dull eyes. His smile alone provided the single ray of light you needed to see your way through whatever you were facing, guiding you back to his warm embrace. And now that he wasn’t there you wondered how you ever walked on your own. Every step that you took felt ten times heavier because he wasn’t there beside you.

You sink further into the couch simultaneously diving deeper into your head when the blaring of your cell phone ringing forces you out of your thoughts. Not bothering to look at the caller ID you press the answer button just glad for a distraction to keep your mind occupied.

“Hello,” you answer in the best fake cheerful voice you can muster up. “Hey y/n”, you hear a sleepy Mingi grumble on the other line. His voice was a lot deeper when he was tired but even with that, you could still sense the hint of happiness that laced every word that escaped his lips. He truly was the personification of sunshine. “Sorry to be calling you this late I just really needed to hear your voice”, he continues.

You feel a ping in your chest as you try your best to steady your breathing, his words always went straight to your heart. Mingi was always the honest type, he would never shy away from anything he had to say and even though you really loved and admired that about him; you couldn’t help but blush anytime he said things like that to you. “Will you tell me about your day?” he inquired before some faint shuffling was heard on the other end.

“I’d rather hear about yours,” you reply; not wanting to ruin his mood with your problems. “But if I do all the talking how will I get to hear your sweet voice?” he whines into the phone. You chuckle softly to yourself, imagining the way he would wave his arms in the air when he didn’t get what he wanted. You sighed before muttering a soft “You asked for it” before taking him through your entire day. You couldn’t help but give in to his every request, his childlike glee made you want to spoil him. He softly hummed listening to you recap the events of your day only speaking when he was sure that you were finished. Feeling a weight lift off your shoulders you laid on the couch, exhaustion quickly replacing the stress that once filled your body.

You always did feel the most at ease when Mingi was with you, and even though he wasn’t physically there didn’t stop your mind from melting into the calm sea that was his voice. Each word he spoke crashed on to the shores of your heart retreating only to remove the pain and frustration left there by others. The rhythm of his cascading waves sang a song straight to your soul; like a gentle lullaby, it cradled you until you were consumed with sleep. As you laid there falling deeper and deeper into a much-deserved slumber; you could faintly hear the slow and subtle breathing of the idol on the phone.

Sweet dreams Mingi.

#ateez #ateez angst #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez mingi #song mingi #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfics #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #423

“i won’t think about you when i’m older / ‘cuz we never really had our closure”

Are you better at cooking dinners or making cakes/biscuits/sweets? Neither. Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? No. Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for? My late grandmother's husband stayed overnight when he was driving from New York to Florida or the other way around, idr. How many long term relationships have you been in? Two. Do you sleep with all the lights out, or do you leave a lamp or even the television on? My snake's heat lamp stays on. Who is one person you have forgiven, but still have not “forgotten” what they have done? My dad. Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey? I don't think I've even heard one of her songs. Do you know your blood type? A-. Do you know your mother’s birthday? Yes. Have you got your period at the moment? I haven't had my period since I started TMS. It's honestly so fucking frustrating that it obviously had an effect on my body, but not my depression. I've officially finished TMS as of a few days ago and now I just feel so void of hope. Have you ever been pregnant? No. How old were you when you first went on a plane? Idr, I was a little kid. Have you ever had to take out a loan for anything? Not me personally, but my parents have for my education that I threw away. Are both of your blood parents still in your life? Yes. I don't see my dad a lot, but he's still in my life regardless. When was the last time you went apple picking? I’ve never been. Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? Happiness. Have you ever been drunk at school or work? I have not. How many bedrooms are in your house? Three. Are you smart about computers? Not really, no. Have you ever played Just Dance for Wii? Yes. My sister loved them, so we have a few. Do you own a Xbox 360? No. I'm a PlayStation girl. Would you ever do a sex tape for a million dollars? No. I'd be mortified. So, do you need a nap? I really should take one. I slept like... maybe three hours last night. I was up most of the night having a fucking life crisis. What would you rather be doing? Something fun. What sport are you the best at? I haven't touched any sort of sport since I was a teenager. Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Yeah, Nicole. Do you complain a lot? Kind of, but I generally try to keep it in surveys nowadays. I'm just tired of shit. Would you rather go to an authentic haunted house or an ancient temple? Ohhh, tough pick, but I've gotta say the ancient temple. Do you like fruity or minty gum? Both, really. Are you looking forward to any day of this month? Well July is practically over, so I'll answer for August. I'm looking forward to my nephew's birthday. Have you ever gotten detention? A few times for getting too many morning tardies in high school. Is there a traumatic event that you’ve experienced that’s changed your life? Definitely. Do you buy a majority of your clothes from a certain store, or do you just pick out items of clothing you could see yourself wearing, not caring about the store it came from? The latter. Have any of the artists you’re fond of released new albums recently? Powerwolf did recently. Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I could write a college-length essay on why meerkats do not make good pets whatsoever. Do fucking not get one. I can barely fathom how it's legal in some countries. Ever cried so much you threw up? No, but I've gagged. Who is your best guy friend? Girt. What do you two do when you hang out? Mostly just watch TV and play board games. What is a movie that you thought you would hate but you ended up loving? I dunno, really. Do you even like horror movies? I love horror movies. Do you live in the country? I wish I still did. :/ Me and Mom hate hate hate living in these suburbs. What is your favorite accent? British. Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like? No. Do you drink Pepsi or Coke? Coke. Pepsi is gross. What do you plan to do on your 21st birthday? I was literally in the psych hospital for my 21st birthday lmao. It's kind of a painful memory, but I also won't forget the love and kindness people showed me. I especially remember the friend I made there getting the lunch lady to literally go and buy me a slice of cake. Everyone also sang happy birthday to me and gaaaah I'm getting emotional. Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer? That was my dad's drink of choice when he drank. Do you take a lot of pictures? Unless I have my camera and am somewhere pretty, no. What kind of face wash do you use? Water, lol. Does drama always seem to follow you? Nah. Does anybody in your family race? No. Are you closer to your mom or dad? My mom. How much money did you used to get from the ”tooth fairy?” Uhhh... I want to say $2 or something? I might be way off, idr. How long do you want to live with your parents? I WISH I could have moved out with an s/o already, but that's just not how life's worked out. Do you have a laptop or desktop? I have a laptop. Do you like your parents? I love them. Do you secretly like someone? It's not a secret, no. Would you ever date your best male friend? Tried that once and it didn't work out. I liked him more as like a brother. What are you currently listening to? "Better Than Me" by Hinder. I really need to turn it off, but I can't make myself. Do you want to be single? I really wish I had a partner to love and motivate me to strive to do better, but I know it's better I'm single right now. I'd just relive the Jason situation, I'm sure. I'd just drag the person down and lose them. Did you go out or stay in last night? I'm almost always at my fucking house not doing shit, so. Have you pretended to like someone? No, that sounds pretty stupid... How is your heart lately? Hurting. A lot. Are you wearing socks? I hate wearing socks and I'm in bed anyway, so no. What do people call you? Britt, mostly. Do you get stressed out easily? VERY. Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? No. What is wrong with you right now? Where the hell to begin. Do you own something from Hot Topic? A lot. Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone? With someone, so long as the bed is big enough to comfortably fit two of us. Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? No. I'm certain he wants nothing to do with me. Have you ever seen your best friend cry? Sadly. Did you get any compliments today? Definitely not. I look and feel like a wreck right about now. There's nothing to praise me about. Have you ever gone to a beach? Many times. What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now? Unless it was an edible, no. I'd do almost anything to try and make me feel better right now, even if just for a little while, but I'm unwilling to smoke anything. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? HELL no. Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? Honestly, no. Do you have long nails? No; I never do because I have an awful habit of picking at them. Do you like the gender you are? I don't like or dislike it, honestly. I'm just neutral. Do you generally look nice in photos? HA. Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? No. What colour are your father’s eyes? They're dark brown. If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer? Ozzy, duh. Name three facts about your family? We're very, very spread out geographically, some of us (in other words, me) are emotionally distant, and uh... idk. Would you ever get into a long distance relationship? Only if it was a certain person, our lives were more on track, and we were making plans for either of us to move soon. What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received? Probably this really long letter my mom wrote for me on my bday a couple years ago. What’s your favorite hot beverage? Hot chocolate. Did you ever play an instrument? If so what? I played the flute for many years, all through middle school and through much of high school. Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? Carve pumpkins, for sure. Do you think you’re important? I don't fucking know. Probably not. What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? Idk. Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? *hands over thick book* Have you ever moved to another state or country? If so, how did it feel to be new? No. Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks? No. My hands are way, way too shaky to ever accomplish that. Are you more of a leader or a follower? Definitely a follower, but I can step up in certain situations. What was the first thing you ate today? Well, I was seriously depression-eating last night, way past midnight, and had a peanut butter sandwich. If you could spend the day, doing absolutely anything, with anyone, anywhere, what would it be like? LET'S NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT RIGHT NOW. If I were to ask you how you are doing, and you were only able to answer completely honestly, what would come out? "Falling apart." I've lost direction, motivation, strength, hope, just everything. What is the one thing that you have been avoiding that you should do? I need a fucking shower so bad that it's embarrassing. I just can't move. I have no energy, emotionally or physically. I just can't make myself do it. Is there anything that you wish you could take back? So, so badly. What, in your mind, could make you truly happy? Actually reaching goals. Losing weight. Healing my legs. Knowing with certainty that I wasn't emotionally abusive to Jason. Moving out of this town and back into the country. Financial stability. A job I thoroughly enjoy. I could go on, but let's not. If you could change one conversation in your life, what would you say differently? Would it have REALLY made any difference? God, let me take back shit I said in that fucking letter to you-know-who. It's so hard to believe I once thought it perfectly justified and realistic. When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? I don't have any plans of changing the style in the foreseeable future. I want to color it BADLY. To just SOMETHING. Do people normally say you’re a fast typist, or are you rather slow? I'm like, a lightning-fast typist. Have you ever been considered the ‘smartest person in school?’ No; my best friend in HS was, though. Her GPA was fucking insane. I was in the top percentile, though, so I was up there. What the hell happened to that girl. How many drugs are in your system? If we're including prescriptions, a whole hell of a lot. What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? Jack shit. Like usual. Do you currently have any bite marks/hickeys on your body? No. Do you call anyone baby? Excluding my pets, no. What’s your current mood? lol if you've gotten this far reading, you can make an educated guess. Do you think you are a good person? Bro I just don't know. What were you doing before filling out this survey? I was playing WoW. How late did you stay up last night? Like, 4:30 or so. When was the last time you cried really hard? I wanna say like a week ago? Is your hair longer than your shoulders? No. It still badly needs a trim, though.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''better than me'' by hinder

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devilstempt · 3 years

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RULES and DNI!

RULES

i do not tolerate bullying or negative language about myself or others.

block me if you’re homophobic, racist or sexist, or just generally a shitty person.

alternatively, block me if you don’t like me- it’s okay i won’t be offended by it, and i’d rather you did so than make both of our experiences on this app miserable.

block tags!! curate your experience on my blog, and block any of my tags that either annoy you or could trigger you. or, follow tags instead- it’s your choice.

do not share my nsfw work from this tumblr blog, nor the blog itself, on tiktok, or any other platform.

do not share any nsfw work from my ao3 account on tiktok, or any other platform, either.

all of my reader characters will (unless specified) be gender neutral, and will not have a specified body type, skin colour, or race. if you have a problem with this, kindly leave my page or block me.

ASK RULES

my asks are always open, be it for thirsts, or chatting, but it is meant to be a safe space for myself and anybody who sends an ask, so please adhere to the rules i’m going to set.

if you are sending an nsfw link, please say that it is nsfw

also if you’re sending a thirst, make sure to put warnings before for any triggering content (eg. ‘cw- choking, somnophillia’ and such)

don’t be a dick, please. my asks are always open for anybody who wants to interact with me and i don’t want it to be a shitty place because you can’t keep your shitty thoughts away from what should be a safe space.

following on from the last point, if you send an anonymous ask, i will be assuming you’re over 17. please don’t break my trust. and don’t hide behind anon just to be a twat- i really don’t want to get rid of that option for others.

emoji anons are allowed!

you can vent, just tag accordingly, and be aware that i might not have the best advice for you, so specify if you’d like advice or just want to be heard.

DO NOT INTERACT

with nsfw work, or my blog, if you are under 17.

i interact with and sometimes write dark content, and it can be quite heavy. there is a reason why i’m asking this of you, so please do not interact if you are under 17.

if you have nothing good to say; i will take constructive criticism, but as said before will not tolerate any form of bullying or harassment.

if you don’t want spoilers. i read the mangas of most of the animes i watch and there will be spoilers for them. i will not be censoring the spoilers with a tag either.

now, i cannot stop minors from looking at my work, but if you are a minor reading this, i urge you to look at the tags before you read, and try not to read dark content. if you are a minor, DO NOT INTERACT.

if any rules are broken, you will be blocked.

#rules and dni #rules of engagement

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♧ 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞 ♧

here are my rules and expectations for those venturing the club. if you voilate these rules, depending on the offense, the bouncer may prohibit you from revisiting. you have been warned.

bullying and harassment of any kind will NEVER be tolerated on this blog.

✧ any hate directed at me will probably be ignored <3 hate directed at others will be given the same energy that is put out.

✧ feel free to leave constructive criticism! i don’t mind if you give suggestions, leave comments, leave likes, reblog, etc! i’ll take any feedback, negative or positive, as long as it’s well natured.

✧ please do not repost my work anywhere or claim as your own! i’m fine with people publicly recommending my writing as long as it is within the tumblr or archive of our own platforms.

i write and reblog a lot of nsfw and mature content; 18+ ONLY!

✧ if you are a minor I ask that you stay away from my blog, or at the very least do not interact with any of my nsfw/drug/toxic behavior posts. i will explicitly state “mdni” in my warnings, please look for those and respect them.

✧ a little testimony and nuance for this rule: i understand that teenagers have sex and do drugs and all that shit. i speak from experience though when I say that encountering fanfics at a young age that romanticized drugs, sex, mental illness, etc took quite the toll on my mental health and led to a lot of bad decisions because at that age, i simply didnt know better. i never understood as a minor the harmful effects of consuming such content, and i’m warning y’all before you make irreversible mistakes bc of what you consume. when i was younger and consuming fan fiction, there weren’t many warnings or rules such as the 18+ rule. there is a reason why authors enforce them now, we’ve lived through the effects of their absence and want to make fandoms a better, safer place than what we experienced. we don’t say “minors dni” to be mean or a buzzkill, we just understand that the developing brain shouldn’t be introduced to the romantization of certain topics.

✧ tldr: i post mature content, please be 18+ for that. if you’re just here for the fluff, i don’t mind 16+, but i will not hesitate to block you if you interact with works that are not meant for minors.

✧ all nsfw content, if not explicitly stated, is set with all characters as adults.

the nature of my writing

✧ i do not own any of the characters i write. this blog is solely for entertainment and is not affiliated with the franchises in any way, shape, or form.

✧ i want to note that i am a white, cis-gendered woman, therefore if you ask me to write about a male!reader, trans!reader or a poc!reader i cannot guarantee that everything will be accurate. however, i believe representation is super important and i’d be more than happy to write for anyone no matter ethnicity, body type, religion, race, gender, or sexuality! despite this, i suggest that you ask authors who are of the group you want written for instead. not only will the writing be more accurate, but it is also not really my place to write for groups i don’t belong to. i will do my best to research topics that i am not well-versed in and please let me know if i have made any mistakes in my portrayal. most of my nsfw works will be fem!reader, but i intend to keep everything else gender/race/religion/body type/sexuality-neutral unless the ask specifies otherwise.

✧ i do not write much fluff. sure, i’m a hopeless romantic but my creative side lives for drama. therefore, i mainly incorporate angst, nsfw, and toxic themes into my works. this is not to say you can’t request fluff or lighthearted works, i just struggle in that department. as long as it follows my rules, feel free to request anything!

what i WILL NOT write about:

✧ necrophilia, beastiality, incest, pedophilia: i am not anti-dark content, and i write some things that can be considered dark content. however these specific themes are a strict no for me. i may interact with creators who write these, but i will not write this myself.

themes that i’m not exactly comfortable with, but will consider writing depending on the ask:

✧ non-con/dub-con/rape/sexual assault: if i were to write this, it would not be in a sexual way but it would be written as horror or angst. most likely would not be detailed, but would be alluded to and i will not write a character as a rapist. when it comes to dub-con, i’m fine with writing intoxicated nsfw stuff as long as both parties are equally as under the influence.

☑️ for example, an ACCEPTABLE ask would be: “can you write a scenario where the reader is a r*pe survivor and *insert character* helps comfort them when they have a flashback?”

❌ a NON-ACCEPTABLE ask would be: “can i have *insert character* touching reader without consent?”

✧ self harm/eating disorders/substance addiction/suicide: i do not want to romanticize any of these behaviors nor do I wish to trigger anyone. if i were to write for any of these topics, i would not describe certain actions. i would try to focus on the recovery aspect and highlight the negative aspects of these issues.

✧ if you are struggling with one of these issues please seek help! i am here for you if you need <3

✧ bigotry, ie; homophobia/misogyny/racism/transphobia/body shaming/prejudice against religion: i feel as this is obvious and i hope none of you would ask me to write something of this nature. every character i write will never be portrayed in a way to make them appear as a bigot. however, if you ask me to write about them kicking a bigot’s ass, i would be happy to oblige. i will not be using any offensive language and will not be writing in-depth about forms of bigotry as it can be triggering and is often times actively bigoted rather than progressive.

✧ sick fics/scatplay/piss kinks: i have raging emetophobia therefore sick fics can lead to me making myself paranoid. it also just kind of grosses me out to write about anything involving vomit, piss, and poop in a nonsatirical context. i will still write for it depending on the ask, but don’t be surprised if i turn you down.

#rev remarks #rev's rules #please read this before you ask!!!

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imagine-plus-ultra · 5 years

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Arumaa’s Writing Comissions

Hey there, everyone!!! I’m @arumaonthemoon, a long time writer in multiple writings blog here at tumblr. This is a first for me, but I’m a college student, and my career demands lots of field trips, so know that your commissions will be helping me a huge deal to pay for my trips.

GUIDELINESS FOR COMISSIONING

· I want to make sure you enjoy your request, so the more you tell me about what you want the better. Before I write your commission we’ll discuss the details such as genre, characters included, prompt and anything you have doubts about.

· You will not be shamed for any specifics on your request, and I’ll do my best to be well informed before writing anything.

· I’m open to write for any kind of reader or OC, female, male or gender neutral. Any race, sexual preference and body type is welcomed.

· I have the right to deny a request if it makes me uncomfortable or if I feel I can’t write for it, but I’ll do my best :D

· I can write both in English and Spanish, so feel free to commission in any language.

· Your commission will be sent to you via e-mail and you can do whatever you want with it, even publish it as long as you credit me.

· If you have any questions don’t doubt to hit me up with a message to any of my writing accounts tagged here: @haiquu-imagines @writings-with-curves @imagine-plus-ultra. Or to my main @arumaonthemoon or my mail [email protected].

PAYMENT INFO

· Payment will be made upfront but after having discussed all the details for your commission and you’ll receive the finished work in a two weeks period after payment.

· Payment will be made through Paypal at this e-mail: [email protected]

· Or at paypal.me/arumaa

PRICES FOR SCENARIOS

I’ve done my research and these prices are based around what most people charge for commissions, but I’m open to discussion depending on your request.

· 500 words- 5 USD

· 1,000 words- 10 USD

· 2,000 words- 20 USD

And so on, 3,000 words 30 USD or 2,500 25 USD.

PRICES FOR HEADCANONS

· 10 headcanons set- 5 USD

· 15 headcanons set- 10 USD

PRICES FOR MATCH UPS

· Simple Matchup (A pick from any fandom with a description of why I choose them for you + a set of 5 relationship headcanons)- 10 USD

· Extra Matchup (A pick from any fandom + a description of why I chose them for you + a set of 5 relationship headcanons + a 500 words drabble)- 15 USD

***I will not charge you extra if I go over the word limit, that’s totally on me and you won’t be charged for it.

WHAT I WRITE FOR-

I’m up for almost anything:

· Drabbles, One-shots or multi chaptered stories (each chapter will be paid separately).

· Fluff

· Angst (depression, self-harming, character death).

· AU’s (Soulmates, Incubus, Childhood Friends, Omegaverse, Supernatural Creature, Mafia, Royal, etc.).

· OC’s

· Reader Inserts

· Character X Character

· N/S/F/W (It will be charged extra +5 USD on scenarios).

I WON’T WRITE

Polyamorus

YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY WRITINGS OVER HERE

@haiquu-imagines

@writings-with-curves

@imagine-plus-ultra

FANDOMS

Anime/Manga

· Kuroko no Basket

· Haikyuu!!

· Free!

· Attack on Titan

· Psycho-Pass

· Gangsta

· Death Note

· Naruto

· One Piece

· InuYasha

· Boku no Hero Academia

Cartoons

· Avatar the Last Airbender

· The Legend of Korra

· Voltron: Legendary Defender

· Young Justice

Books / Movies-TV/ Others

· Harry Potter

· The Hunger Games

· The Maze Runner

· MARVEL [comics & movies]

· DC [comics & movies]

· Teen Wolf

· Gotham

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