#ambs talks

Yet, life didn't stop when finally found the one. And it definitely didn't stop while you were actively looking for one either.

The coffee maker in the kitchen beeped, as you walked over, clad in socks to prepare your warm coffee, which you would end up drinking cold anyway. The teaching lesson you had prepared the night before was on the counter, ready to be taught to your class as you began to slip on your vans, a signature piece in all your teaching outfits. There was something about commandeering the classroom in vans that made you feel invincible, especially when you were teaching high school alone for the first time.

When the principal, your good friend Robbie Andrews approached you about being a solo teacher, after years of working with a partner, you took up the opportunity quickly. It had been something you dreamt about for a long time, and you were finally there.

But now the nerves were showing, your hands slightly shaking at the thought of having to reel in a bunch of 9th graders in the subject of English and Writing.

Your phone pinged from the living room, as you crossed the kitchen, disconnecting your phone from the charger attached to the wall. The screen was lit with a text from your best friend, the person who had been teaching Math for as long as you had.

'Ready?'

'Ready as I'll ever be, I guess. What about you?'

'I'm already on campus, teacher meeting before class starts. Hurry up, teach!'

"Shit," you cursed out loud as you grabbed your bag, making sure everything was inside as you spilled your coffee on the floor. "Dammit!"

Placing a towel over it, you quickly cleaned it up before grabbing your keys and running out the door, going into your car, and driving as quickly and safely as you could to campus. Immediately parking, you ran across the lot to the auditorium where all the teachers were waiting, the meeting barely beginning. Skidding into a seat next to Ben, you glared at him.

"Seriously? You forgot to remind me?"

"Nah," he smirked, "I figured you wouldn't remember so I just wanted to surprise you."

"Ass."

The meeting went on as you took mental notes about protocols and welcomed the new staff for the year. As the meeting was about to conclude, the principal called everyone's attention to Ben and yourself, as he congratulated both of you on another year at the campus. Dismissing everyone, you and Ben walked to your respective classes, across the way from each other as you gave him a hug.

"You ready?" you asked him as he nodded and smiled.

"Hey, where's your coffee?" Ben asked as you frowned. "Dropped it again?"

Nodding, he sighed before smiling.

"I'll get you another, just text me your order."

"Thanks, Ben." you smiled before you both walked into your classrooms.

Sighing, you placed your items on the desk, and picked up the whiteboard marker, writing your name on the board for everyone to see. Remembering that you had made a schedule of the day, your hands pushed the pieces of paper on your desk as you gripped the schedule before beginning to write it out on the board.

That had been a suggestion you had received from a former student, and you took it to heart, knowing some students get anxious not knowing what was next on the agenda for the day.

The commotion was heard outside your classroom, as you connected your phone to the speakers, playing your favorite songs, and your laptop to the projector, as the presentation was projected for the first day.

"Let's do this."

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The day had progressed rather quickly, as you got to know your new students in the first and second periods, having the third period to relax before getting your homeroom students, where you organized a game to play with everyone. Lunchtime couldn't come faster, as you and Ben headed over to the fast food place across the way, grabbing lunch and settling back into your classroom, making room on your now messy desk.

"So, how has it been?" he asked as you smiled.

"Good! Seems like I am connecting with them better than I was last year, that's for sure." he laughed as he remembered an incident with a student last year. "Please don't-"

"Remember when you got pied in the face that one time while you were giving the lecture on Charles Dickens?" Ben's laugh filled your classroom as you chucked a tiny container of salsa at him, as it missed and landed on the floor. "That was a classic."

"I couldn't get the whipped cream out of my cardigan after that! I think they dyed it because it only turned all my socks pink instead of cleaning it after I washed it."

"Well, at least you won't have that happening anymore." he sighed as he frowned. "Hey, have you heard anything from your soulmate recently?"

You shook your head as Ben mirrored your actions. "He's been quiet recently." sighing, you undid your ponytail and let your hair hang loose, "Maybe he stopped being such a daredevil and is being safe now, considering all the injuries I got while he was out doing some crazy stuff."

He nodded, a pondering look on his face, as he shrugged. "Mine has been quiet, she hasn't been doing much recently. But something happened today that was odd."

Tilting your head, you took a bite from your tacos as he continued.

"I could hear music in the distance and it sounded a lot like Metallica, which was odd considering the last thing I heard them play was Whitney Houston."

"Clearly, their music taste is amazing." you laughed as he nodded with a sad smile.

"I really want to see them already."

"Me too."

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Your fourth period came around, as the students piled inside, everyone taking a seat wherever they wanted as you opened up the same presentation you did in your last classes.

"Good afternoon everyone!" they echoed your welcome as you smiled, "Alrighty, who's ready to play a game?"

They cheered as you opened up Kahoot, a classic classroom game that clearly hyped up their energy as the classroom erupted into louder cheers.

As everyone signed in, you began the game, everyone cheering and arguing when it came to certain rounds. Suddenly, your classroom door opened as you looked up, noticing a certain blonde in the doorway, holding two coffees directly from your favorite coffee shop.

"Lifesaver! Thank you!"

He smiled as you gave him a half-hug before he waved at the students and walked into his classroom.

"Miss Y/n?" a student raised their hand as you nodded, walking back to your desk and pausing the game. "Is Mr. Hardy your boyfriend?"

You chuckled and smiled, "No he isn't, we're just good friends. We've been teaching here together for a few years now."

A chorus of oohs was heard across the classroom as a blush enveloped your cheeks.

"Look! Miss Y/n is blushing!"

"Wait, guys! What about Mr. Hardy being her soulmate?" one student yelled out as everyone began agreeing, trying to connect the dots between your friendship as you watched in amusement, a blush coating your cheeks.

"Alright, alright! Let's get back to Kahoot! I have donuts for the winners!"

The chatter slowly died down, not going away completely as everyone's attention was turned back to the game, some still talking about the friendship between the two teachers.

Your mind began to wander, as the students kept playing, their words echoing in your mind. All those times you felt pain and anguish from your soulmate, Ben had mentioned getting hurt in small incidents at home, wether that be with his skateboard or practicing his drums in the music room. They seemed really distant in the moment, but looking back, you realized it was a possibility.

Having mentioned that he heard Metallica and Whitney Houston being played, you remember playing two distinct songs for your game in first period, realizing the connection was getting bigger the more you began digging into memories with Ben.

What if your best friend was your soulmate? There was only one way to find out.

They mentioned that soulmates have tattoos on their body that their other half mirror and both people share one image on their bodies. This made everyone unique from other partnerships, and you had never shown Ben yours.

Finishing the class, you dismissed everyone as the bell rang for the end of the day, everyone now piling out of classroom and into thier cars to begin the journey home, as you stayed behind, wanting to have everything organized for the next day.

"Y/n?" Ben called out as you smiled and let him come inside your class. "You ready to go?"

"Almost," you sighed as you finished placing the notebooks on the shelf you made for your students, each with their own name and class period so you can remember which one is which without needing to read chicken scratch on the front.

"Hey, Ben?" he tilted his head, "Do you still have your soulmate tattoo?"

He nodded, "Haven't seen it go anywhere just yet."

"Can I see it?"

Shocked, he gulped, before nodding. Grabbing the end of his flannel, the slipped it off his shoulders, exposing the black t-shirt adorning his torso. He sighed shakily, before pulling up the shirt, and turning around, as you let out an audible gasp.

There it was, the mirror to your own tattoo.

"Ben?"

He turned his head and locked eye contact over his shoulder.

"It's me."

Your words did not register in his mind immediately, as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration before realization hit. Eyes widening, he let the shirt drop, as he placed his hands on your waist.

"Y/n?"

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, as he smiled.

"We are soulmates?"

All you could do was nod, as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a hug as you placed yours on his back, pulling him closer.

"God, I love you."

"I love you too."

Unbeknownst to you, your students had been standing outside the classroom, peering in through the window as they cheered silently, knowing their plan had worked.

Soulmates were hard to find, and some never end up finding their own pair, living in the world without another half.

Yet, yours was right next to you, for the last 8 years.

prompts:

"what the hell is wrong with you?"

"you think it's okay to speak to me like that?"

"this will be your only warning, get away from me."

"you better get the fuck out of my face."

"you're such an asshole, i don't even know why i like you."

"why do you make loving you so damn hard?"

"i have a really bad feeling about this."

"do you think this is it? the end?"

"do you even love me anymore?"

"you really think i have a choice?"

"i'm not giving up on you, i'm not giving up on us."

"if you're hurt, you can tell me. i don't mind carrying you, honest."

"don't look at them, look at me. you're okay, stay in this moment with me."

"i said no! you're hurt, just for ONCE do what i ask."

"i hate knowing you're hurt and there's nothing i can do."

"you're telling me to calm down? you're the one who's shot!"

"please, just let me help you."

"stay with me, just stay with me."

"are you dumb?"

"have you been drugged?" "i don't do drugs.. it's only marijuana."

"please don't tell my mom, she will throw a shoe."

"how about we just spend the day in bed?"

"look at me, sweetheart!"

specific prompts/moments:

first family christmas

high school graduation

getting suspended together from school

unexpected pregnancy/older or younger

high school reunion

wedding/attending ex's wedding

au's:

college students/roommates

angels vs demons

post-apocalypse

hospital (one is patient, other is doctor/nurse)

royalty (one is royal/stable worker)

rock band/battle of the bands

superheroes/superpowers (much like marvel universe)

vampire (one is a vamp/human)

arranged marriage (used to change the other)

spies/assassins (one is the other/target)

coffee shop (one works/regular customer)

teachers (both working together/nearby)

soulmates (in various ways: colors, tattoos, imprints, necklaces with heat, time clock on wrist, etc)

Today had been a rough day for you, something about the way you had been pushed away by your team made you feel unwanted. You tried to avoid this feeling as much as possible, knowing sometimes your team just didn't need you when fighting crime, but it was an inevitable feeling. It just happened.

This time around, you shut down as soon as they said "no." Usually, you would stay and help in headquarters, sending in any rockets or weapons they may need in battle, but instead, you retreated into the basement.

Your footsteps are heavy, trudging downstairs as the cold envelops you. Tears were welling up in your eyes, as you sighed, wiping them away before you headed in the direction of the punching bag in the middle of the room.

Wrapping your hands, you stepped back, your stance ready as you began delivering punches, letting out your frustration and anger into the vulnerable bag. Something about the situation and knowing no one cared enough to check in infuriated you more.

We don't need you!

Not today! Go away!

You're much more useful staying at the compound anyway.

"Y/n?" you stopped, turning to look at the entrance as you brought your hands down, your eyes locking eye contact with Peter's. "Figured you would be in here."

You sighed, shrugging your shoulders as you continued your punches on the bag, Peter heading over to your frustrated self.

"Y/n, talk to me."

Halting your punches, you sat down on the mat, Peter taking a seat next to you and placing his arm over your shoulder.

A minute of silence passed over the two of you, Peter letting you find the words you needed to express your feelings as you took off the gloves, playing with your fingers on your lap.

"Am I useless, Peter?" you asked as he tilted his head in confusion.

"No, of course not."

"Then why won't they let me on the field?"

He sighed, rubbing circles into your shoulder as he frowned, a crease forming between his eyebrows. "They're just protective of you. No one wants anything to happen to you, you're really important to everyone."

"I can take care of myself, I'm not a child anymore."

He moved his body to face you, placing your legs on his lap. "You're not, but you're really important to everyone. Hell, Y/n you were Stark's daughter, still are. There's a reason we're all trying to keep you safe. Tony would kill me if he'd know you were out on the field every day with us."

You smiled sadly at the thought of your father, someone you missed dearly, yet know he had sacrificed himself for the good of the universe.

"I miss him."

Peter's arms enveloped you as sobs emitted from your throat, his hand rubbing circles on your back. Burying your head in his chest, you let everything out, something you tried your best to keep inside. There was something about Peter that reassured you you could be your best and worst self around him.

Sniffling, you removed yourself from his chest, as his fingers came up to wipe the tears from your eyes.

"You're not alone." Peter said as you looked up at him, "You're my person, Y/n."

You smiled, as he chuckled.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Even if that means I won't go out on the field either, then so be it."

ships: send in a description of yourself and i'll ship you with a character (within anyone i write for! tom/marvel/supernatural/etc)

character playlist: send a character and i'll make a playlist for them!

song recommendations: send me a description of yourself and i'll give you a song that reminds me of you

movie reviews: send me a movie and if i have seen it i will give my honest review of it

fic recs: tell me what fandom/character you want me to send you a recommendation for!

free compliments: send me your work (fics/moodboards/playlists) and i'll compliment it

question: ask me anything and i'll give you the honest answer

advice: ask me anything and i'll try to help!

rant/vent: let it out if you need to!

get to know me: send me a prompt from this list!

blurbs: send me a prompt and i'll write a blurb for it!

blurbs: (anger/argument)

"what the hell is wrong with you?"

"you think it's okay to speak to me like that?"

"i'm actually sick of you and your god awful attitude?"

"get the hell out of my house!! i can't even look at you right now!"

"this will be your only warning, get away from me."

"you better get the fuck out of my face."

"you're really trying to paint me as the bad guy? all this is your fault!"

"it's not my fault you're so selfish!"

"put your hand on me again and i promise you that i'll break it."

"you're such an asshole, i don't even know why i like you."

"why do you make loving you so damn hard?"

"i don't remember asking for your opinion?"

"you wanna fucking go?"

"sometimes, i wish you'd walk out that door and never come back."

"wow, i can't believe you'd ever say that to me."

(angst)

"i wish we didn't have to leave this behind."

"no, don't say that, we can get through this."

"i have a really bad feeling about this."

"do you think this is it? the end?"

"why do you even wanna talk to me? i just broke your brother's nose."

"i'm not saying i don' trust you, but i don't trust you."

"do you even love me anymore?"

"if you're here to tell me what happened after i left last night, don't bother. someone beat you to it."

"you really think i have a choice?"

"i honestly thought you were different, apparently not."

"are you here to rip my heart out again?"

"shoot me, it would honestly hurt less."

"do it, just take a chance on me. i don't want you to spend your life thinking about what could have been."

"don't make this any harder than it already is, i'm begging you."

"i'm not giving up on you, i'm not giving up on us."

(comfort/hurt)

"just go back to sleep, i promise to be here when you wake up."

"if you're hurt you can tell me, i don't mind carrying you, honest."

"will you listen to me? i don't care where you are, what time it is or what happened. if you need me, i'll be there."

"don't look at them, look at me. you're okay, stay in this moment, with me."

"go to sleep, you're gonna be better in no time."

"i said no! you're hurt, just for ONCE do what i ask."

"you don't need to be the strong one all the time. besides, even if you're not strong at that particular moment, it doesn't mean you're weak."

"nobody will take you away from me again, i promise."

"i hate knowing you're hurt and there's nothing i can do."

"you're telling me to calm down? you're the one who's been shot!"

"please just talk to me, i know it's hard but i need to know you're going to be okay."

"this is going to sting a little, ready?"

"please, just let me help you."

"i wouldn't have offered to help if i didn't mean it."

"you're hurt, not dying, come on now."

(funny)

"what's the point in having powers if you don't get to have fun?"

"when this goes wrong, like i said it will, don't you come crying to me."

"i swear you two have a collective of a singular brain cell, you both have half each."

"are you dumb?"

"what the hell is going on- actually, you know what? forget i even asked, weirdos."

"when have i ever been wrong?"

"shut up, that was literally ONE time!"

"i'm honestly surprised you haven't been arrested yet... in fact, i take that back, no i'm not."

"please don't tell my mom, she will throw a shoe."

"your logic gives me a headache."

"you're honestly about as funny as that tree."

(fluff)

"how about we just spend the day in bed?"

"you look adorable in my shirt."

"have i told you that i love you today? yes? well, i'm just gonna tell you again."

"how come you always seem to end up in my bed?"

"it's been exactly 10 minutes since you woke up, so why have i not had my good morning kiss yet?"

"you're cute when you blush."

"your voice is the best thing for me to hear, even if it is far away."

"can i have a cuddle?"

"i can't stop thinking about you."

"look at me, sweetheart!"

"wait there just a second, did you just kiss me?"

"falling in love wasn't exactly on the list of things i wanted to happenin in my life, but i'm glad that i did."

"you're my person."

"can i wear your sweater/hoodie? it smells like you, i can't promise to give it back though."

"i thought you always knew you were my favorite?"

specific moment prompts:

child's first words

child's first time walking

first family christmas

high school graduation

birth of a sibling

new parental figure comes into the family

getting suspended together from school

ditching school together with friend/significant other/sibling

unexpected pregnancy / either young or older

family vacation

parent's wedding

family reunion

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here are the fandoms/characters/actors i will have open for writing commissions:

stranger things (steve harrington, billy hargrove, eddie munson, and their respective actors)

marvel (peter parker, bucky barnes, matt murdock, iron fist, moon knight, peter maximoff/xmen, warren worthington iii and their respective actors)

supernatural (sam and dean, castiel, jack, and their respective actors)

tom holland (his characters)/harry holland/sam holland/harrison osterfield

bohemian rhapsody (brian may, roger taylor, and their respective actors)

macgyver (lucas till/angus macgyver)

andrew garfield/tobey macguire (and their respective peter parker alternates)

matthew gray gubler/spencer reid

any and all prompts are open to me writing them! if you are curious as to what i do not accept, take a look here

i can also write for characters not mentioned but in the same fandoms! i may not have extensive knowledge but i can for sure try my best!

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my standard rate for written works is $0.01 USD per word. this translates to $1.00 per each 100 words. however, I am flexible depending on the request. see the end of this post for my restrictions. 

In every commission you must: - specify prompt/fandom - specify your pairing - provide as much detail as you deem necessary, or let me know if you’re giving me free reign over a concept

✧ Blurbs and Headcanons: I have a ko-fi where you can donate a coffee directly to me without being compensated if you so choose, or where I will write a blurb or headcanons for you if you leave your request and (optional) tumblr url in the message with your coffee.  blurbs will be min. 300 and max. 450 words per coffee (they are $3.00 each so it is discounted from my rate).  you can always message me to commission a blurb if you don’t want to pay through the ko-fi site.

✧ Drabbles: message me to commission a drabble. they will be a maximum of 1,000 - 1,200 words ($10 - 12) before it becomes a oneshot.  if you’re unsure if your request will be a blurb or a drabble, let me know! i’ll try to keep it as short as I can if you’d rather only pay for a blurb.

✧ Oneshots: please message me to commission a oneshot. i ask that you allow for a minimum of 1,300 - 2,000 words ($13 - 20) or it likely won’t be long enough to fulfill your request.  if your oneshot gets longer than 3,000 words, I will discount the rate from that point on to $0.0025 per word (this translates to $0.25 per extra hundred words after 3,000).  i will always round down for you if your total includes partial cents. 

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if you have any questions please don't hesitate to reach out! send me a message in my inbox or dm me ! thank you again and i look forward to getting commission requests!