Hello, my name is Wren. This is a sideblog where I plan to write about some fictional characters! I won't post as many fics on here frequently as opposed to my main, more like every blue moon.
PSA: End genocide, imperialism, and colonialism everywhere. Screw AI, use Ecosia more and google less. Any kind of bigotry isn't tolerated on my page.
If you can read my work and like it, then it shouldn't hurt to reblog or comment at least once! I don't accept translations/reposts of my work, I only post on tumblr.
Get your pussy up, get your money up. You are a woman, not a girl. A man, not a boy. Twinks aren't a race. Abandon girl math, abandon male incompetence. Disavow internal racism, systemic misogyny (including transmisogynoir) and abuse culture. Accept these fucking words into your heart and you can hit the ground running toward where you want to be inside and out and I'm so fucking serious.
The July portion of the summer fic fest series is officially done. This week, nothing from the series is getting posted however I have two fics to give to you guys this week!
* means it's getting posted on my sideblog.
Monday, July 27th at 10am EST
Bed Next To Mine, Oscar Piastri
You tell your chat during a stream that your boyfriend doesn't place his bed next to yours in minecraft. And one slip up accidentally reveals your relationship to the whole world. (mcyt!reader + smau, fluff)
Friday, July 31st at 10am EST
Brother's Teammate, John Logan*
Getting drafted to the same city as your brother was amazing, meeting his cute teammate was a bonus. (bruins!logan + pwhl!reader + smau)
Felt like genuine texts that could happen in the show, mohan is our princess iktr. Not abbot pouting because reader paid for something, he's so dramatic oml.
i'm so sorry to carol, kamala, monica, wanda, jean, ororo, kate, jennifer/she-hulk, riri, america chavez, rogue, agatha, sylvie, natasha, and the eternals. i'm so sorry my loves you deserve so much better
As what the title says, I also just wanted to use my platform more than I already do and leave links where we all can donate to. To help people in crisis, and amid the ongoing genocides. And to make sure certain minorites are beyond protected as well.
Below are several links that with your donation can protect trans people and help people in palestine, congo, sudan, etc. Ten organizations in each category. While the official categories aren't listened alphabetically, I did make sure to list the organizations in alphabetical order.
I'll be posting this all over my blogs and I'll put it in every fic I post(that isn't already scheduled or posted). This will also no doubt be getting updated in the near future, I can't guarantee I'll cover everything but I'll do my very best to try.
Trans Organizations
Asia Pacific Transgender Network (Asia + Pacific)
Black Trans Alliance (U.K and surrounding areas)
Egale Canada (Canada)
Genre Pluriels (Belgium)
Global Action for Trans Equality
REDCAHT (Central America)
Sahodari Foundation (India)
The Trevor Project (U.S.)
Transgender Europe (Europe + Central Asia)
Transgender Victoria (Australia)
Palestine, Sudan, Congo, etc.
Direct Relief (U.S. + International)
Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontièress (Global)
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
I think john shen was a bit clumsy and nonchalant, one night reader got a call saying john had broken his arm/leg
Dr. Clumsy
Summary: You get a phone call in the middle of the night, much to your displease. John got into an accident at work, a bad one.
A/N: ...can I admit something tho? When I first was trying to find fics to him I kept looking up 'josh shen x reader' and then was getting disappointed cause I found nothing and I really thought 'damn, no one writes for him? That's crazy af' anyways let's not point and laugh, onto to the fic...
And I actually looked stuff up for this, article
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"I'll see you in the morning," John kissed your cheek.
You mumbled a form of agreement into your pillow.
He chuckled before leaving you to your peace.
It had only been four hours since he left.
It was now almost 1am.
The quietness in the apartment, let alone the whole block would calm even a crying baby.
The lamp post at the end of the neighborhood still flickers.
Some guy is out walking his dog, the bags on his eyes evident.
When suddenly your phone starts blaring.
Jolting you awake, hitting your head on the board.
You hold your head in pain as you check your phone.
Associated with the grumbling and curses of a sailor.
"Hello?" You answered the phone.
"Yeah, uh we got a situation." Parker tells you.
You sighed.
It was no doubt about John.
"What happened?" You pinched the bridge of your nose.
Getting out of bed and headed to the closet to get dressed.
"Your pretty boy is an idiot. Chased after a patient and fell down way too many stairs. Said he heard something crack and we're doing x-rays now." She informs you.
"I'm on my way," You grabbed your jacket from the coat rack.
The call ended right there.
Driving in the quiet of the night.
The only thing loud and blaring was your thoughts.
Racing faster than an F1 car.
As you walked on the path and walked through the front doors.
You were already greeted by Abbot.
Unintentionally, he had just been at the nurses station for small talk.
He didn't say anything, neither did you.
Instead, he just pointed in a direction.
Cruz walked past you with a sympathetic look.
"He's being fussy," Nazely explains.
You walked behind the curtain.
John averted your gaze.
Parker smirked at his avoidance but quickly dropped it when she saw your face.
"I am... I'm leaving," She quickly exits.
You walked over to his bedside with a sigh.
John glanced at you. "You sound mad,"
"Didn't even say anything yet," You locked your gaze on him.
"You don't have to, I just know you." He shrugged.
You opted not to say anything for a while.
Neither did he.
The tension lingered like burning wood of a dying fire.
Your hand went up to his face and caressed his cheek.
Without hesitation, John leaned into your touch.
"You okay?" You asked, your voice quiet.
"Better now that you're here," He admits, "I still don't like seeing you worry."
You shook your head, "I'll always worry, especially when it's about you."
You pressed your lips against his forehead.
There's a quiet knock on the door.
Parker walked back in, with Abbot.
"How is my tough guy doing?" Abbot tapped the bed frame.
"Like he broke his foot," You sighed, "Acting like a dumbass like always."
"Right on the dot, should bet on it next time." Parker checks her charts, "X-rays came back, your foot is broken."
"Thankfully, nothing else got broken." Abbot finishes for her. "However that means, you're gonna be out for a while."
"Oh cmon, I-" "Don't argue with me on this." Abbot held an unimpressed look.
John sighed, "How many weeks?"
"Six to eight weeks," Parker checked the cast of the injured foot in question.
"And I don't wanna see you here till those weeks are up," Abbot tells him before exiting the room.
After checking him out, you had helped John into the car.
Cruz actually helped you with it.
John was being fussy, claiming he didn't need any help.
The two of you ignored him and worked in sync.
You put his seat belt over him.
The drive to your shared apartment was quiet.
Mainly due to the time of night.
But it seemed you and John didn't want to talk about anything right now.
Parking your car in its designated spot.
You opened the door to the passenger side.
"Ready to go?" You held your hand out.
John took your hand and winced as he got out of the car.
Slow and steady.
You two proceeded up the stairs and into the front door.
You laid John down on his side of the bed.
And got in beside him.
He instinctively reaches for you.
You curl up against him without question.
"You've been quiet," You traced his chest.
John let out a small sigh, "I'm just thinking,"
"Penny for your thoughts?" You offer.
He turned his head to get a better look of you.
It was then you saw the expression on his face.
Doubt.
"I just," John started, "I just feel helpless, stupid, maybe even embarrassed I don't know."
"About breaking your foot?" Your hand stills on his chest.
"Of course," He mutters, "I'm just a total idiot and now I have lie around for almost eight weeks. Eight weeks of no work, eight weeks of you being forced to take care of me. I just... I hate feeling this way."
Your hand reached up to his face.
"It's alright to feel that way," You tell him, gently.
Partially because it's true.
He has every right to be disappointed with everything that happened.
"But in no way am I being forced to take care of you," You shook your head, "I take care of you because I want to."
John looked at you, like really looked at you.
"You actually want to take care of me?" He asks, "Did you wish for my despair then?"
You couldn't stifle the laugh that came out of your mouth.
His face brightened up at the sound of your laughter.
Arguably one of John's favorite sounds.
After catching your breath, you look at him. "I just like being there for you, your backbone."
He kissed the palm of your hand, "My backbone in this cruel world."
"Get some sleep, John, I'll be here when you wake up." You kissed his shoulder.
"And everyday after that?" He set your hand back on his chest.
So... the actor for Joaquín is a zionist. If you can't tell, I'm going through hell. I'm not writing for him anymore. The black widow series will unfortunately just be discontinued.
Peter might be moved to the official mcu masterlist in his place, and Bob(from thunderbolts*) will take Peter's place in the 'occasionally writes for' tab. I will say that I do have a poc faceclaim in mind for Bob, idk if I'll write with Lewis or the faceclaim.
