This account is mostly for x reader fanfics, criticism of my fics is very welcome just be nice pls
English isn't my first language
I write for DC and marvel mostly but there are other fandoms i'm in like pjo, criminal minds, twd and a bunch of others
My Ao3 is GracieLikesStuff
Currently I have a Superman's daughter!reader x Damian Wayne fic posted (atleast the first part of it) and I have a vigilante! Reader x dad figure! Jason Todd fic in the works
I'm a total fangirl I love Taylor Swift, Maisie Peter, Gracie Abrams, Noah Kahan etc
Writing advice is very welcome this blog is basically just me writing random things to practice writing!!!
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Does anyone have any advice for college applications?
Im not american but i will be applying to american schools and i genuinely have no idea if my stats are good or not. I'm not gonna apply to T20 schools but my dream school has about a 20% acceptance rate and I kind of need scholarships.
Also idk how to study for the sat cause i'm awful at math.
I have half of the part 2 for My Regards written down but the last month of school has been awful (bc why am i being lowkey bullied and shit talked just bc i cant drink 3 nights in a row) anyways, in light of this i became very sad, rewatched my comfort movies and lowkey had an idea for a gotg fanfic so i might write that on my wattpad so yeah idk when My Regards will get a part 2 sorry.
cw: cuddling, face tracing, dr langdon explaining and demonstrating where every bone in your face is, established relationship, fluff, falling asleep together
the apartment is quiet in that late night way that only happens after a long shift, when the city finally exhales. the lamp on frankâs bedside table glows soft and yellow, barely lighting the room well enough to walk around, just enough to make out the shapes and dips on each other's skin. you're curled beside him under the blankets, both of you half asleep, him still wearing the tiredness of the hospital like a second skin. you've been working all day as well, typing away at your keyboard, posture never quite perfect enough to relieve the tension from your shoulders.
his hand rests on your cheek, warm and slow, the way people move when they are too tired to rush anything. he grazes his thumb under your eye, across your cheekbone, and brushes his knuckles along your jaw, watching the muscles in your face relax as you drift further into your sleepy haze.
"you know," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, "after a whole day of looking at ct scans and trauma charts, sometimes i forget people are just⌠bones and muscles under all this." his thumb brushes gently across your forehead. "but you make a pretty good anatomy review." you hum softly, a half-laugh, too tired to muster up anything more. you keep your eyes closed, not really responding, but he knows you're listening. frank shifts a little closer and traces along the center of your forehead with one finger.
"right here," he says quietly, "thatâs the frontal bone. it makes up your forehead and the roof of your eye sockets. very strong. protects the frontal lobe of your brain." his finger moves slowly like he is mapping it. "lucky for you, itâs doing a good job." he presses a quick kiss over where his thumb just traced, earning a loopy grin from you.
his hand drifts down the bridge of your nose, light enough that it almost tickles. "these little guys," he says, tapping gently along the top ridge, "nasal bones. two small bones that form the bridge of your nose. people break these all the time in the er. dana got hers dented real nice the other week. youâve managed to keep yours intact."
his finger slides outward to the side of your face, tracing along the curve of your cheek. "and this is the zygomatic bone. cheekbone." he pauses, smiling faintly in the dim light. "one of the easiest bones to feel. makes the arch of your cheek and part of the orbit around your eye." you shift slightly against the pillow, him adjusting with you, still tracing slow lines like he is studying a diagram only he gets to see. at least like this.
"under that," he continues, fingertip drifting just below your cheekbone, "youâve got the maxilla. technically two bones fused together. they hold your upper teeth and form part of your nose and the floor of your eye socket."
his hand settles along your jaw, thumb brushing the corner where it angles upward. "and this one," he says softly, "is the mandible. your lower jaw. the only movable bone in your skull." he gently follows the line of it from your chin back toward your ear. "pretty important for talking. and arguing with me." you make a sleepy sound that might be a laugh, frank moving to kiss the corner of your mouth tenderly.
frankâs fingers move up toward your temple, pressing lightly against the side of your head. "temporal bone here," he explains. "right around your ear. it houses the structures of the inner ear. hearing, balance, all that good stuff."
his hand slides upward through your hair, fingertips brushing your scalp as he traces the curve above your ear. "and up here is the parietal bone. actually two of them, one on each side. they make up most of the roof and sides of the skull." he pauses for a second, his hand resting in your hair as his eyes get heavier.
"toward the back," he continues quietly, guiding his fingers along the back of your head where it meets the pillow, "thatâs the occipital bone. protects the occipital lobe; the part of the brain that handles vision." you tilt your head slightly into his hand, half asleep now. frank smiles at the movement and lets his thumb drift down behind your ear. "right around here," he murmurs, "you can feel the mastoid process. little bump on the temporal bone. muscles in the neck attach there." his fingers trail slowly down the side of your neck, careful and gentle.
"these are your cervical vertebrae underneath," he says, voice softer now. "seven of them. c1 through c7. the first one is the atlas. holds up your skull. the second is the axis. lets you rotate your head." his fingertip pauses at the front of your throat but stays feather light.
"and right here, tucked above the larynx," he says, "is the hyoid bone. kind of floating. doesnât articulate with other bones. it anchors muscles for swallowing and speaking." you shift closer again, practically asleep now, and his hand settles along the side of your neck. "the clavicle is down here," he adds quietly, tracing the gentle line where your neck meets your shoulder. "collarbone. technically part of the shoulder girdle but it frames the base of the neck."
for a moment he stops talking, just watching your slow breathing. his fingers drift back to your face, brushing across your cheek again. "you know," he murmurs, almost to himself, "most people hear bone names and think itâs cold. clinical." his thumb rests along your mandible again, warm and steady. "you're cold and clinical." you mumble sleepily, earning a low chuckle from frank.
"but itâs kind of amazing," he says softly. "all those pieces fitting together. protecting everything important." you're almost fully asleep now, your breathing slow and even against his shoulder. frank studies your face for another quiet moment, tracing the same path across your cheekbone one last time. "rontal bone," he whispers lazily.
his finger slides down the bridge of your nose. "nasal bones."
across your cheek. "zygomatic."
along your jaw. "mandible."
for a while frank does not move at all. he just watches you sleep, the slow rise and fall of your breathing steady beneath the blanket. the room is quiet except for that and the faint hum of the lamp beside the bed. your face is relaxed in that way it only gets when you are truly asleep, all the tension from your long day gone. he studies the curve of your cheek against the pillow, the same bones he was tracing only minutes ago now softened by sleep and dim light.
he brushes a stray piece of hair away from your forehead and leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss there, right over the frontal bone he had pointed out earlier. the kiss is slow and careful, like he does not want to wake you even a little. you shift slightly but do not open your eyes, only settling closer to him. frank smiles faintly at that before reaching over to the bedside table. he clicks the lamp off, and the room falls into soft darkness. then he settles back into the pillow beside you, one arm loosely around you, and within minutes the exhaustion of the day pulls him into sleep too.
a/n: first time writing for anything other than boyliife!! do we like?! i didnt tag my usual people because idk if yall would like this but if youre typically on my permanent taglist and did enjoy i'm so glad!!
i'm meant to be on break rn but i saw a tiktok of this and had to do it for dr langdonđ¤đ¤
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Someone help me learn how to use tumblrđđ anyways i found out that noone could message me but I fixed it!! So if anyone wants to talk about dc, marvel, fanfics, percy jackson or anything let me know bc i kind of want online friends. I'll do a cute little introduction post once i learn how to make everything look aesthetic
kiss your screen every time you see a typo or grammatical error in my fics because it means it's home grown and not some ai bullshit and im dead serious about this
Part 1
Super!reader x Damian Wayne
oblivious!reader
âCâmon Robinâ you shouted to the boy behind you. You guys were racing to the Diamond District in Gotham, where a robbery was taking place. You were flying while he was using his grappling hook to swing between buildings.
Suddenly you stopped mid-air, spotting the bank. It was surrounded by 3 masked men. Seemed like an easy job. You waited for Damian and flashed him a dazzling smile âWhat took you so long?â
He didnât pay attention to you and just analyzed the crime scene from the rooftop he stood on.
âI can drop you onto one of the guysâ you said jokingly. He still continued to ignore you. You floated down next to him and you sat on the ledge. This was a little awkward. This whole patrol was awkward. Usually you had Jon as a mediator, but he was grounded because he tried to make some grilled cheese with his eyes, so it was just you and Damian.
You two knew eachother since you were 11 and you guys saw eachother and worked alongside eachother frequently. But Jon was always there. Somehow, Damian had a way of making you feel embarassed even though he didnât do anything. Or maybe this embarassement is caused by your stupid feelings.
You tried to ignore them, and normally you would succed, but now when itâs just the two of you, your minds tends to wonder and you end up just wanting to talk his ears off. And kissing his stupidly beautiful face.
You stared at Damian âso whatâs the plan?â
âYou draw them together and I take their guns why you tie them up. Be fast Supergirlâ He jumped off the roof and you followed the plan.
You never knew why you always wanted Damianâs approval. Itâs probably the fact that you have a teeny-tiny crush on him. But youâve liked other people before, and you never wanted to make them satisfied. All these feelings were so confusing and you hated them. Maybe you would even make a move if it wasnât Damian. Your twin brotherâs best friend. Damian who never shows his emotions, who is always so focused on his goals. Damian, who is the kindest person youâve ever met. You see it in the way he talks with victims as Robin, you see it in the way he cares about animals and art, you see it in the way he always looks out for you and Jon.
âUghâ You grown. Damian raises an eyebrow at you. You guys were in the batcave, you laying on the couch with a laptop in your lap and him sitting at the Batcomputer. âWhy do we have to write this report? Bruce isnât even here. Heâs off-world with my dad. And you know he wonât care about this. We barely fought criminals.â
Damian forced you to come to the Batcave with him after your patrol. He insisted on writing up reports for some reason. This is weird because you guys never write reports. Atleast youâve never written one. Usually after patrol, you and Jon just fly home after seeing Damian home and tell your dad the coolest thing you guys did that night.
So here you were, sitting in the Batcave in borrowed clothes (one of your excuses on why you should just go home after patrol was that you were still in your Supergirl outfit and dirty hero clothes donât belong in clean places. He just gave you one of Stephâs old shorts and a sweatshirt that was his. It smelled like him anyways and it was dark green and that was a very Damian color). Truly, you felt weird. He ignored you during patrol and now he insisted on you staying at his house for an hour, he gave you his sweatshirt and he even got you some granola bars.
âAre you in a hurry y/n?â
âNoâ you huffed âI donât even know what to write. Does â I swooped down and after delivering a swift but strong kick to his private area, he finally dropped the purse- sound good?â
He tried to hide a smile.
âDonât laugh at me itâs not funnyâ
âIt is a little funnyâ
âHelp me then. I donât want to embarass myself infront of Batmanâ He got up and sat next to you. He grabbed the laptop out of your arms and started reading what you wrote so far.
âYou will not embarass yourself infront of my father, He likes youâ
âBatman doesnât like anyone. Except probably you guys. Plus I donât think I ever propely spoke to him. And heâs like best friends with my dad!â He finished reading and looked up at your rambling. âHow is it? Will you fix it or do I have to stay up all night to rewrite it? I canât even write a stupid report. My parents are journalists Damian. Did you know that? And I canât even write a stupid report. I can see that you hate it. Itâs written all over your faceâ yeah maybe you were spiraling a bit but Damian was sitting very close to you and you are trying very hard not to look into his gorgeous eyes and grab his face and kiss him.
âCalm downâ he whsipers and pushes the laptop to the side. âItâs perfectâ
Your breath catches in your throath. You can feel his eyes on you and for once you tried to look anywhere but at him. His hand moves to intertwine with yours.
âWhat are you doing Damian?â you ask and you hate how your voice waivers as you look up at him. His cheeks have a slight pinkish tint and you know that yours are mirroring his. Damian never acted like this before. Heâs not touchy or reassuring with you like he is with Jon. He prefers ignoring you and your flirty jabs. Why is he looking at you like you look at him?
âMy father does not require reports from you y/n.â
âThen what am I doing here?â both of your voices dropped low. The moment seems very intimate and you are panicking. Nothing like this ever happened to you. Heâs still looking into your eyes and heâs still holding one of your hands. Your are in his sweatshirt and your heart is beating very loudly.
âI wanted, needed to talk to you.â he took a deep breath. âIâm sorry for ignoring you on patrolâ
âoh, donât worry about it, I know I talk a lotâ
âNo, noâ he cleared his throat âAll night I have been thinking about how to tell you this. But I couldnât find the right words. Last week Grayson got injured on patrol, and even before we arrived at home Starfire was there, with him. And it got me thinking about that time when we were fighting Black Maskâs men and you got stabbedâ
âWell that doesnât happen that much Damian, he just got lucky cause he bought Kryptonite from somewhereâ
âI know, but I was still worriedâ your cheeks heated up even more. âAnd after some reflection I realised that I constantly worry about you. When we are patrolling, even when I know that you are safe, I worry. And I know that you can protect yourself because you are skilled and one of the smartest, most creative people I know, but I wish that I was by your side all the time.â
âWhat are you trying to say?â You had an idea abou what he was trying to say. And you really hoped it wasnât a prank.
âI find myself thinking about you day and night, I feel likeâ you didnât care what he felt like. You inched closer and kissed him. You felt his grip on your hands move away and he held your hips as your lips moved in synch. You smiled into it. Your hands found their way onto the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss.
Eventually you pulled away, a little dizzy, a little out of breath. You smiled up at him. âI hope this wasnât a prankâ.
His eyes darkened a bit âIt was not. Iâve been trying to tell you how I feel for a while now but your brother interrupted me multiple times.â
âWhat?â
âThe fair, that one time we went to the aquarium, when I visited your grandparentâs farm and we were tasked to clean out the stablesâ
âThat was a year ago!â he shrugged and you giggled âWell that kiss was really good and since your family is all upstairs..â And his mouth was on yours again and you could barely contain your smile.
Does anyone want to beta read fanfics for me? I don't really have any fics here yet (i have one in my drafts but i'm still editing it) but I have a couple on AO3 (GracieLikesStuff). I mostly write dc stuff but I am planning on branching out soon. I will write x reader stuff here and others on ao3. English isn't my first language so editing my fics is a bit hard for me lol. Also I would really like a second pair of eyes bc I hate everything I write.
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Would someone read a damian x jon's twin sister!reader fic? I want to practice writing in other pov's and I don't think i've written an x reader fic since I was 11. I have a super cute scenerio planned so I might just write a full multichapter fic here (if I figure out how to write properly on tumblr bc i'm an ao3 author) anyways would anyone be interested?
fandom etiquette as a whole died when people who didnât grow up on fandoms became stans during lockdown, yes, but why am i seeing people openly mocking fics on twitter. why am i seeing screenshots of fics with captions like âbro what is this đ.â why am i seeing people mock fic writers for not knowing how sports or theater or college or any other organization operates in the real world.
âcollege is absolutely nothing like thisâ âwhy are we writing four people on the team scoring a hat trick in one gameâ âso tech work is nothing like this, hope that helps!â
if you donât like a fic, and if you canât suspend your belief enough to enjoy a fic that exaggerates or ignores real-world orgs, you donât have to read it. you donât have to screenshot it and put it on blast for twitter. you donât have to post a link to it in the replies. the back button is literally there on your phone. itâs not giving babyâs first fandom anymore, itâs giving entitled asshole and it isnât as cute as you think it is.
LOOKING FOR A FIC ON Ao3 , it was a tim drake sickfic where he has like a tennis tournament and he goes there sick and hides it from batfam. I want to write a similar one and want to credit the owner but i cant find it. Plus it happened to me last week so i have some great description ideas
