#rex writes

• For finding/blocking specific posts:

For all my works, which are full fledged fics or posts- #Rex writes

For any drabbles or fic ideas- #Rex babbles about drabbles

For answered asks- #Rex answers asks

For requests about fics/posts- #Rex writes requests

For my favourite fics or posts from other authors- #Rex favs

For any other reblogs- #Rex reblogs

• For gender non-specified reader works:

#gn!reader

#gender neutral reader

#x gender neutral reader

#x gn reader

• For male reader specific works:

#x gn!reader

#gn reader

#male reader

#m!reader

#male!reader

#x male reader

#x male!reader

#x m!reader

• For female reader specific works:

#female reader

#fem!reader

#f!reader

#x female reader

#x fem!reader

#x f!reader

• For trans reader specific works:

#trans reader

#x trans reader

#mtf reader

#ftm reader

#x trans!reader

#x mtf!reader

#x ftm!reader

#ftm!reader

#mtf!reader

#trans!reader

•For non-binary reader specific works:

#non-binary reader

#x non-binary reader

#nb!reader

#x nb!reader

#x non-binary!reader

#non-binary!reader

• For specific characteristics reader works:

#x bottom male reader

#x bottom!male reader

#bottom male reader

#bottom!male reader

#x top male reader

#x top!male readed

#top male reader

#top!male readed

#sub!reader

#x sub!reader

#sub!fem reader

#sub!male reader

#dom!reader

#x dom!reader

#dom!fem reader

#dom!male reader

#x vers! reader

#vers!reader

#vers!male reader

#switch! reader

#switch!male reader

#switch! female reader

#reader has a penis

#reader has a vagina

Anyways, moving on, on this blog, I will post about reader, including - female, male, gender neutral, non-binary, and trans reader. However, most of my posts will be gender neutral in nature, and if I specify the reader's gender, I will properly tag it as such. Thus, if you want to block any of the following tags, you can do so to avoid that specific post/content on my blog:

For male reader specific posts: #male reader, #m!reader, #male!reader

For female reader specific posts: #female reader, #fem!reader, #f!reader

For gender-neutral or gender non-specific reader posts: #gender neutral reader, and #gn!reader

For non-binary reader specific posts: #non-binary reader, and #nb!reader

For trans reader specific posts: #trans reader, #trans!reader, #ftm!reader, and #mtf!reader.

In addition, I will also add two specific tags describing the reader's anatomy for my gender specific posts, to help readers navigate my blog better. These are: #reader has a penis, and #reader has a vagina to make nagivating my posts easier.

And while I will write for all genders, I feel most comfortable with either gender non-specified reader/gender neutral reader or male reader, so most of my works will be centered around that.

My posts won't follow a specific pattern or strictly adhere to bottom reader, sub reader, top reader or vers reader. I will write bottom reader, vers reader, top reader and sub reader, switch reader, dom reader as I see fit or as per requests. And I will tag them respectively as such, so people can block the tags if they wish to not see that specific content.

All of the aforementioned tags are listed here. You can take a look at them to understand what content is tagged how, and block whatever you don't feel comfortable reading/engaging/intercating with on my blog.

Fandoms I write for:

Anime:

Jujutsu Kaisen (JJK)

Demon Slayer

My Hero Academia (MHA)

Attack On Titan (AOT)

Video Games:

Call Of Duty (COD)

Resident Evil

Series:

Arcane

House of the Dragon (HOTD)

Game of Thrones (GOT)

(I will add more to the lists as I remember, or if I develop any new hyperfixations)

What I do write:

Smut/ NSFW content

Fluff

Angst

Hurt no comfort

One shots

Fictional characters

Series

Original characters

Dark fantasy content (I will also be tagging these accordingly, and provide content warnings, so if you feel uncomfortable or don't want to interact with it, you can block those specific tags)

Omegaverse

Hybrids

Violence (not domestic violence or abuse, but more so just 2 dudes beating each other up)

Mental health struggles being depicted in fics, especially in fics that are hurt comfort and fluff focused (this includes depression, OCD, social anxiety, suicidal ideation, phobias, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, body dysmorphia, eating disorders, dissociative disorders, and substance related disorders or addiction disorders)

Fictional characters from anime and animated shows, movies and series, comic book characters, manga characters, movie characters, characters from shows and series. Basically, as long as a person is a fictional character I will write for them, including characters in movies and shows played by real actors, but I will write about the character played by the actor, not the actors themselves. This is an important distinction to maintain, as whatever I write about a character that is played by a real human being, is in no way, shape or form a reflection of that person, or my perception of them. It is purely about the character themselves, centering around the character's personality, traits and story. The actor is merely depicting the character, and that is where the similarities between the actor and character ends, in their physical attributes (unless it's some character like Hisoka, whom I won't write, unless and until it's a fic where he dies a painful death in some way)

(I'll add more to this as it occurs to me)

What I don't write (and never will):

Age play or daddy kink (ddlg/ddlb etc.)

Scat, vomit, or watersports

Anything involving minors or underage characters

Rape or rape play (anything rape related) However, I will write non-con, just mostly in a angst, fluff, hurt no comfort or hurt-comfort context

Anything pregnancy related, including male!preg (m!preg), and lactation

Race play (I just found out what this is, and just...NO)

Bestiality, necrophilia, pedophilia, or anything related to it

Actual, real-life people. I will not write anything for an actual, living (or dead) human being. Regardless of what industry they are from or how famous they are. So, no K-pop idols, actors (including K-drama actors, but K-drama characters are okay) singers, artists etc.

(More to be added to the list)

Suggestions for requesting:

If you send in a request, please be mindful of the following:

Read through my guidelines properly beforehand

Make sure your request doesn't fall into any of the categories I have listed for what I don't write

Keep your requests specific, for example - if you are requesting something from a specific fandom with a specific character in mind (like Demon slayer, Tengen Uzui), make sure to specify that or I will either not do the request, write it for a character of my choice from that piece of media, or I'll just do a simple and short headcanons one shot for numerous characters

Please specify what you have in mind, i.e., if you want the fic to be smut, fluff or angst or a mix of them

Please specify if you have any particular kinks, plot or ideas in mind for the fic otherwise I'll write it however I want and you may end up not liking it.

If your request is rather long or super specific, I most probably won't write it as a fic, but I will add onto it and post it as a simple ask or a character headcanon

If you want me to make some additions to the fic, aside from your own preferences, as I want, please let me know, maybe something like - "You can add something you want to the fic too" otherwise, I will write it as requested.

Please don't ask me to write or expand on another writer's work, not only is it rude and disrespectful but it is also considered theft of intellectual property. Not to say, I won't write anything that someone else has already written, but it will be inspired by them and properly credited/mentioned, or with the original author's permission. But that will only happen of my own volition, IF I want to or feel inspired to do so

And lastly, please be kind and respectful in your requests. And maintain basic decency in my asks.

The steering wheel is cold where it  touches her skin, but she doesn't move.

He had made it seem like such a simple thing. The world didn't end. Like it wasn't the culmination of years of... whatever it is they've been doing. Some part of her has been expecting it, anticipating it, but not like this. Before, when she was going to leave, when they were being split up, it had felt different. Real. But Mulder had never mentioned it again, and after nearly dying, Scully had had more pressing matters to attend to. They were busy, things came up.

But she hasn't stopped thinking about that either. Every times he looks at her that way, so soft and sincere, like nothing else matters but them. When he told her he loved her.

When he told her she was his constant, even in a dream life.

She had faltered then, unable to resist the urge to brush her fingers over his lips. She had hoped he would kiss her then, but it wasn't the time. Mulder had been through a lot; he'd lost a friend. She'd kissed his forehead because that was safe, because it held this carefully cultivated something together.

What Mulder did tonight was not safe. But it was deniable.

People kiss at midnight on New Year's all of the time. Friends, lovers, strangers. She's kissed friends before. Hell, they're probably not the first coworkers to kiss at midnight. And maybe it only felt so much different with Mulder because of their history, because of, well, everything. She and Mulder don't exactly have a conventional working relationship – at least not for the FBI. He's so much more than just a partner to her. He's her best friend, her confidante, a shoulder to cry on, someone to share the highs and lows with - of which they have had plenty - and so, so much more than she could ever put into words. You find someone who means what Mulder does to her once in a lifetime, and when you do, you don't take chances to risk fucking that up. And yet here she still is, sitting in her car outside his apartment building and not driving away. 

Scully drops her head to the steering wheel with a groan and wonders what would happen if she just went up there and- she doesn't know what. What would she do? Confront him about earlier? Kiss him again? She doesn't know and maybe that means it's best she stays down here. Still, it doesn't stop her from playing through the idea in her mind a few more times before she decides better of it. 

Really, she should just go home and stop thinking about it altogether. It's one in the morning and despite the celebrations going on, she's the only one sitting out in her car on a dark street. It looks suspicious as hell, and someone is bound to call the cops on her, which would just be awkward and uncomfortable for all involved - especially if Mulder ended up getting involved. She's half-expecting them to show up any minute. 

What she's not expecting is a knock on her window that isn't preceded by sirens. 

She jumps and turns to find Mulder looking in at her from the passenger side window. With a settling breath, she leans over and rolls down the window. 

"What's wrong?" Mulder asks. 

"Nothing, you just startled me."

"I mean why are you still sitting in your car? Engine trouble?"

"No," Scully shakes her head, "everything's fine."

Mulder gives her a look that tells her he doesn't believe a word of it. "Look," he says, "it's late. Why don't you come up and spend the night. I even have a bed you can sleep in now."

Scully gives a soft laugh and shakes her head.

"Don't worry, I'll take the couch."

She doesn't know what to say, but when she opens her mouth, Mulder interrupts her with one of those classic dopey smiles and she relents. If she really wanted to protest, she could say she wouldn't want to kick him out of his own bed, but they both know he wouldn't be sleeping there either way.

Scully rolls the window back up, silently reprimanding herself. That stupid smile of his has gotten her into more messes than she cares to recall, but spending the night at his apartment is definitely a new one. It's times like this that she wishes she carried an extra set of comfortable clothes with her and she makes a mental note to consider it for next time. 

Mulder waits patiently for her, hands in his pockets, as she locks the car and circles around to his side. As she starts toward the building, he falls into step next to her, one hand coming up to rest on her lower back. It's the kind of thing men do that drives her crazy, but for some reason she lets Mulder do it all the time, and worse: it doesn't bother her when it's him. There are a lot of things, she realizes, that she lets Mulder get away with, that no one else would be able to. 

"What were you doing out here anyway?" he asks, "It's below freezing."

"Yeah, I- I don't know," she admits. "I just didn't want to go home alone, I guess." 

It's the truth, but it feels like dropping a bomb on Mulder right now. They reach the front door and Mulder puts in his code and holds the door open for her. She steps in with a quick smile in thanks. She is definitely grateful for the warmth of the lobby. 

"You could have said something," Mulder replies at last, coming back up behind her. 

"I would have been fine."

"Unless you froze to death in your car."

Scully rolls her eyes and jabs the up button on the elevator. She's thinking about being alone in an elevator with Mulder and all the romance movies she ever seen, and still: that kiss from earlier. A part of her hopes he tries to kiss her again, but she knows better than that. Mulder wouldn't put her in a situation like that if there was any chance of it making her uncomfortable. Telling someone she was obsessed with aliens, yes. Making her uncomfortable about something that mattered? Never. 

When they get up to his apartment, Mulder finds her one of his shirts to wear and a pair of sweatpants that are nearly a foot too long for her. She pulls the shirt over her head and sits on the bed, feeling a little like a kid sleeping over at a new friend's house for the first time. Only this friend kissed her earlier and she's a grown adult who could be doing something about it, but has decided only to sit here and think about doing something instead. 

Mulder gives a knock on the open door before walking in. "I'd offer you a drink, but after today I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted."

"Me too. You can make me coffee in the morning." It's a joke and Mulder laughs, but it sounds nice, actually, the idea of waking up and sitting around a table having breakfast with him. 

"Do you need anything else before then?"

"No, I'm good. Thanks, Mulder."

"Goodnight, Scully."

"Goodnight."

Mulder switches off the light as he leaves and Scully listens to him pad back into the living room. She can vaguely hear the TV in the background and instead of keeping her awake, she finds it comforting like a reminder that she's not alone here. She slides under the covers and shuts her eyes, but she's overwhelmed by Mulder's scent. It's comforting, but mostly distracting, and when she closes her eyes, she feels his lips on hers again, soft and slow, feels the brush of his thumb over her cheek, the warmth of his breath on her skin. 

She groans and presses her face into the pillow, but that only makes it worse. It's an odd sort of sensation, feeling all at once closer to him than before, and yet still further than she wants to be. Something changed tonight, some crack in the wall, whether Mulder meant for it to or not, and she's not sure she can hold back the stones tumbling down. She's not sure she even wants to. 

Scully sits up in bed, barely breathing to try and hear over the beating of her own heart if the TV is still on. She's relieved to catch the tail end of a commercial about some gospel CD. Quietly, she slides out of bed and wanders toward the living room. Mulder is lying on the couch with a blanket over him, but he props himself up when he sees her.

"Something wrong?" he asks.

"No, just can't sleep." She crosses the room and Mulder has shifted back to make space for her before she reaches the couch.

"Still thinking about the case?" he asks. 

"No," Scully admits, not looking at him.

Mulder reaches out, sliding his fingers between hers and squeezing gently. "You can talk to me about anything, you know that."

For the first time in a long time, Scully is lost for words. She lays her free hand on top of Mulder’s and squeezes back. She never doesn't know what to say to Mulder and it's abundantly clear that something has changed tonight, if only for her. But she has to say something soon or she's going to lose her nerve. 

"Mulder," she turns to face him, bringing her knee up on the couch. 

His eyes flick up to meet hers and she just looks at him for a long moment. Her eyes drop to his lips and leans forward slowly, pulling one hand away to brace herself. When she can feel Mulder's breath, she hesitates for a split second, but he leans into the space between them, pressing his lips to hers and stealing the breath from her lungs. 

He's not pushy, if anything he almost seems a little hesitant himself. This is not the same as when he kissed her earlier; there are no celebrations, no countdown, no relief that the world didn't end. This is just them and the knowledge that the world didn't end, that they continue on and that that knowledge can apply to more than one situation.

Scully smiles despite herself and Mulder draws back to look at her, mirroring the relief in her expression. 

"The world didn't end," she whispers. She feels gleeful, like something that has been holding her down has finally been shed and she can breathe again. And maybe something has; it's been a long time since she's felt this free, and that has nothing to do with zombies or the end of the world. 

"No," Mulder agrees, pressing his forehead to hers. "Why don't you sleep out here tonight?"

Scully gives a little nod, and Mulder shifts to lie on his right side, his bad arm propped up on a cushion. Scully lies next to him, spreading the blanket over their legs as she presses back against Mulder's chest. There's no fanfare; they've spent nights like this before on cases in the back seat of a car or a cabin in the woods. But this is different than that and they both know it. There's something special about sleeping on the couch when there's a bed ten feet away, something about intentionally squeezing into this space to be as close as possible, and Scully has no intention of suggesting anything different. 

"What are we watching?" 

Mulder's arm slips over her waist, pulling her into him, "just some Christmas movie."