#and to be absolutely squished by adam and lute

[redr0sewrites]

I need to know, I’ve looked for a while and can’t find anything (unless I’m just bad at looking) about what Lute’s height is. I’m just curious since she wifey and I wanna know her height. Do you have like a headcannon for her height?

I THINK SHES BETWEEN 6FT AND 7FT TALL !!!!

ok so bear with me here, but in these photos next to adam, she's roughly 2-3 heads shorter than him, so she's roughly 2-3 feet shorter. we know that adam is roughly 9-10 feet tall, so it would fit that she's probably around 6-7 ft tall.

plus, here is a comparison of vaggie and charlie's height. here, vaggie only just reaches charlie's shoulder. we know that charlie is 6,5, and vaggie is probably around a foot shorter than her.

in this photo vaggie roughly reaches lute's shoulder, putting her at about a foot shorter than lute. using this info we can assume that charlie and lute are relatively close in height. the perspective makes it appear as though vaggie is standing closer to the viewer so we can attribute that to the fact that she's slightly taller compared to lute when compared to charlie.

i sadly couldn't find a comparison of lute and charlie next to eachother, but i've overall come to the conslusion that lute is around 6 to 7 ft tall (maybe 6,5?).

my 5,2 ass would absolutely climb her like a tree btw.

[helluvapoison]

Could I get Adam, Lute and Lucifer and how they 'court' the reader? Like how birds with court each other, little gifts, wing 'dances', nesting, etc...

Also, could I be your 🐌 anon? <3<3<3

Birds of a Feather

Adam, Lute and Lucifer courting you

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˚✧₊⁎ Adam ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Peacocking has nothing on The First Man

• His personality is amped up to the highest level when he sees you walk in a room

• (Overcompensation for how fucking nervous you make him)

• Adam gets cocky when he knows he has your attention

• Tossing grapes high in the air and catching them in his mouth, bragging louder than usual about something or the other

• Heaven forbid you laugh at any of his antics, (His smirk is dangerous, “Oh you like that?”) he’ll start singling you out in front of everyone, calling your name before he acts up

• Performances include inviting you to watch his band play and miraculously getting more energy

• Casually tosses guitar picks in your direction— and when he finds out you kept one!? He’s over the moon

• He won’t go out of his way to get you food but he’ll order you something if he goes somewhere

• Adam hates nesting. He doesn’t like being stressed in general and nesting is really fucking stressful!

• The very fact seeing you pricks the urge in him to nest drives him insane

• (AKA, he likes you a lot more than he thought he did!)

• Seeing you in his space does something he doesn’t particularly hate though

• “It’s whatever if you don’t like it.” Adam shrugs

• “No, I think it looks nice! Very you. Tell me about these pictures?”

• He’s fucking done for

˚✧₊⁎ Lute ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Like they have a mind of their own, her wings stretch out and audibly fluff up when she makes eye contact with you

• Mortifying is an understatement

• She picks out trinkets to give to you at first, something small that could be waved off as insignificant

• Later, when Lute realizes her affections are returned, she brings useful offerings or something you offhandedly mentioned needing

• She wishes she could tell you about the exterminations solely to brag

• See how fierce she is, how skilled she is, how good of a protector she could be for you

• Lute will ask you to arm wrestle as a compromise. She gets to hold you hand and show off her strength!

• Nesting was fine, it was the judgment part that drove her up a wall

• Watching your eyes roam over her apartment, deciding whether or not it was good enough for you? Gah!

• “What, uh—“ Lute clears her throat, she’ll hate herself for even asking later, “What do you think?”

• You smile knowingly, something else that makes her absolutely mad, “It’s perfect.”

• Lute beams with pride like she’s won a great victory

˚✧₊⁎ Lucifer ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Never before has he felt the need to actually flaunt.. anything?

• With you it hits him like a fucking train and it’s even harder to supress it

• He’s Lucifer! That’s supposed to be self explanatory, that’s supposed to be enough

• Suddenly he’s checking every mirror on his way to you, making sure he looks better than he feels

• He tries to find other ways to steal your attention or show that he would be a worthy partner

• …But showing off his wings couldn’t hurt, right? He has six after all. If you needed to get to the other side of town he’d be more than happy to fly you over!

• Nothings too good for you! If Lucifer thinks you’ll want or like something, he’s buying it!

• Did you notice he can make things too? He’ll make you something— or fix something for you!

• Quick, break that so he can show you he can fix it!

• Lucifer pulls all the stops trying to prove himself, nesting is no exception… he’s just not great at it

• He starts! However a little after beginning he realizes just how big his mansion is and gets overwhelmed so he closes all the doors and focuses his energy on the only room that matters; his

• “I mainly stay in here,” Lucifer explains while squishing a duck in his fist, watching you explore his room, “I cleaned it up for you! N-Not for you, not for that— I mean not that I’m opposed! I just meant so that you could, uh, see?”

• “I see why you like it, I’d never wanna leave.”

• You’re gonna kill him saying shit like that

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ 🐌 CAN I GIVE YOU A KITH BECAUSE THIS WAS SO FUN!!!!!

[redvexillum]

Oh Saffy, why must you spoil me with not ONE but TWO Adam fic! What are you trying to do? You're after my heart, I swear! WELL HERE YA GO - CUZ DAMN! I LOVE THIS!!!! AHHHH!!!!

OH MY ANGELIC HEART, THIS IS THE SOFTEST THING EVER! The way this captures the pure, undiluted romance between you and Adam is just… ABSOLUTE perfection!

It starts off all wistful, with you missing the sound of rain, the comfort it brings, and then boom—ADAM! Mr. ORIGINAL DICK himself showing up, dropping in like the absolute hero of your heart. He’s standing there, proud and puffed up, shielding you from this impossible rain with his wing, being all cocky like, “Who’s got you covered, babe?” I mean, COME ON. This is peak romance, literally heavenly.

And Lute with the garden hose—the garden hoses! Oh, that detail made me CACKLE. Adam going full-on dramatic for you, dragging half of Heaven into his scheme to bring you “rain”? That’s ROMANCE with a capital R, baby! HE’S MAKING IT RAIN IN HEAVEN just to give you the tiniest bit of comfort and nostalgia? Swoon level: Maxed out.

And then you two just bicker so adorably, like, “Thinking of divorce?” The AUDACITY! And then Adam panicking but still doing his best to look cool with his golden eyes peeking out, “Nope, that’s not happening.” He is not letting you go anywhere, and the way he holds you, squishing you into his chest like he’s grounding himself with you… just UGHHH, it’s making my heart ache in the best way. 💛

Then comes the moment where he’s asking you to “stay with him,” and it’s like—time just stops. You can feel this deep, almost hauntingly beautiful connection between you two. You’re both hiding all this hurt and weight from each other, but you still say, “What do you need?” And it’s like, through everything—every high and low—you’re both choosing each other, over and over again. That last line about chasing the rain but realizing he’s all you need? I AM FULL-ON TEARY-EYED. 🥲

I LOVE THIS SAFFY THANK YOU!!! AHHHHHH GDI FUUUUU I COULD EAT THESE WORDS AND I WILL, I WILL EAT EVERY SINGLE ONE AND NOT LEAVE A SINGLE CRUMB BEHIND!

Bringing the Rain to You

|Masterlist|

Pairings: Adam x Reader Warnings: None! TLDR: It doesn't rain in Heaven, but sometimes all you need is that one, special person, and maybe, fake rain isn't so bad after all.

Wow, would you look at that? A non-Alastor post! I'm surprised as well, but this is for the biggest Adam simp ever @redvexillum. You feed me Alastor, and I feed you Adam. It's a mutualistic relationship. Enjoy my short one-shot. I would make this longer but if I keep writing I might have to go into overtime. I only spent like an hour or two of this, don't judge too hard. I have yet to achieve god level of writing

It doesn’t rain in Heaven – maybe, it should, honestly.

There’s something comforting about the soft pitter-patters when droplets hit the roof. Or the drip of cool water down flushed skin. The memories call out for you, teasing you with reminders of days spent under the clouds, hand in hand long before the concept of rings was invented. Most of all, it reminds you of golden-yellow wings.

Association is a weird thing. It doesn’t listen to rationality – it just is.

Maybe, if it rained up here in Heaven, the floods within you would filter out your chest and seep into the clouds and flush down the streets.

You curl your legs closer to your chest, sulking on the park bench. Children’s laughter echo between the trees, and are lifted high up into the clouds. So much happiness in one are—

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Water droplets hit your skin, and slide down your cheek.

It’s . . . raining? That’s impossible. It never rains in Heaven, but here it is, drops of water kissing your face.

“Hey, babe.” There it is – the most beautiful golden-yellow wing. It hovers above you, shielding you from the rain. Adam smiles down at you, standing with such a proud puff as he uses his wing to shield you from the rain. “What’s a fine bitch like you doing out here alone?”

“I wouldn’t be alone if I had my husband with me.” You lean back on the bench, cocking your neck back to look into him. “You’re going to get wet, honey.”

“I know!” Adam laughs, and his wings extend as he does. “But it’s fucking hot—admit it, you’ve always wanted me to do this.”

You beckon him closer, and wipe away drops of water from his helmet with a smile. “How is it even raining, baby?”

“Who the fuck do you think I am?” Adam says. “Rain is a no biggie. For you, I can make it storm.”

“How sweet.” You clutch your heart and swoon into him. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

Adam moves his wing, far enough to show you what’s above but still close enough to shield you—nothing more, nothing less. “It doesn’t rain in Heaven,” he says. “But I can bring the rain to you.”

Lute hovers above, a garden hose in her hands. There are three other angels next to her, each with their own garden hose. Lute gives you a thumbs up, and you give one back. Sweethearts. That’s what they are—each and every one of them.

“Baby, you can’t keep using them for personal use,” you say, but still . . . it’s a smile that appears on your lips. “Sera will be furious.”

“Nah, these bitches don’t mind—they love us! And technically, you’re also using them for personal use.” Adam gives them a thumbs up, and they all salute back with a proud puff. “I didn’t find you when I got back from He— uhhhh . . . I came from the house, and I didn’t see you.”

“And your next guess was to go here?”

“I assumed you were moping as usual,” he says, and despite the helmet you can see how he rolls his eyes. “Figured you were here. What are you doing here anyway?”

You show him your brightest smile. “Thinking of divorce.”

Adam’s wing flicks a little. Still, he keeps it above your head to keep your dry from his rain. “Fuck . . .no!” He removes his helmet, and those golden eyes stare straight into you. “I’m not letting you divorce me.”

You press a kiss on his cheek, letting your lips brush him with each word. “And why not?”

“Babe, I’m not letting the baddest bitch in my life leave me.”

“Baby, you disappeared for twenty-four hours again.” You kiss his nose, and a bit of that fake rain transfers back to your lips. “I would have liked a good-bye before you left for wherever it is you go during this time of the year.”

Adam brings his hands under your armpits, and lifts you to stand. He pulls up part of his robe and brings it over your head until you’re snuggled into his clothes and flushed straight into his squishy chest. You can feel the heat of his skin.

Those wings of his hover above, shielding the both of you from the rain he commanded.

“What a stupid fucking thought.” Adam pulls you, setting you on his lap. “Moping because I didn’t say good-bye.”

You lean into his chest, snuggling under his robe. “Baby, you mope when I forget to kiss you good-bye during the mornings.”

“That’s different,” Adam tells you, and leans his chin over your hair. “I’d fucking combust if I don’t get my good-byes. Guts and blood would just be everywhere. It would splatter on some poor fucking kid.”

“What a sight that would be.” You bring your legs up, and curl as deep as you can into him. “ . . . Thank you for the rain. I love it.”

“I’d make a thunderstorm for you if you stop thinking of divorcing me.”

“Me?” You press a kiss on his cheek. “Divorce you? I would never do such a thing.”

Adam brings his arms around your waist. “Fuck off,” he says. “You just said you were thinking about it. This is . . . fuck, what’s it called? . . . You’re gaslighting me!”

“Baby, I was just pulling your leg.” You cup his face, squishing his cheeks as you do. “Who in their right mind would leave you?"

“I can think of a few.”

Adam grabs your chin, and presses his lips straight into you. Kiss after kiss after kiss after kiss. That’s what happens during twenty-four hours of not seeing each other. It’s like you’ve become newlyweds once more.

He traces the gold ring around your finger. “Marry me?”

You kiss his jaw. “I already did that.”

Adam rolls his eyes, but still . . . he settles his chin on your shoulders and stares straight at the Winners who smile and laugh. There’s a far away look on his face – it’s the same look he gets every single year without fail – and you know he’s thinking of the Sinners down in Hell. Sometimes you forget, those Sinners were his children too.

“Come back to me, baby,” you mumble against his neck, pressing a little kiss. “You’re drifting off to a place I can’t follow. What do you need?"

Adam’s wings flutter a bit, and he presses you deeper into his squish. “Stay with me.”

“Done.” You kiss his cheek. “What else do you need?"

“Keep cooking for me.”

The second kiss goes on his other cheek. “Always.”

“Listen to me play,” he says. “I thought of a new riff. I think you like it.”

“Whenever and wherever.” A kiss to the nose.

It’s funny to see him scrunch his nose a little. It’s not often he takes off his helmet in public, but you’re not going to complain. Not when there’s that boyish grin spread across his lips. “Love me.”

“I do.” You press one, single kiss on his lips. “Always and forever.”

It doesn’t rain in Heaven, and it never will. Gone are the days of those grey clouds, and the sound of the droplets during the night. But . . . maybe, it wasn’t the rain you were chasing because despite garden hoses flinging water above you, you’re perfectly happy.

[paperfury]

REVIEW: History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera

Publisher // Goodreads // Buy // ★★★★☆

This book was absolutely beautiful yet heartbreaking.

So excuse me while I be a bit of a mess here. Bless this book and the feeling and heart that have been poured into it. It’s actually severely depressing and sad to read, but there’s also hope amidst the darkness?!? And I devoured it in one day, one day, just so you know how much I couldn’t put it down!!

L I K E S

It's beautifully written. It’s kind of slow but so beautiful and addictive and loaded with emotion that I didn’t even mind. I also loved how it felt real and relatable and not pretentious!

I thought the OCD and anxiety aspects were really well portrayed! I believe it’s an #ownvoices representation which of course is so excellent. And the OCD was portrayed in a vivid and heartbreaking way (help meeee I have so many emotions). As someone who has anxiety, I really related to Griffin and had several “omg this book gets it” moments which are super heartening.

The characters were all so amazing. Although no denying: they are all absolute hot messes. Griffin’s best friend and first love, Theo, is dead in an accident and the book is about them coping with the grief. But they were all written so complexly and every side-character just stood out like a real person you could meet on the street! I mean, I also wanted to smack them all with a toaster because they made SUCH bad decisions due to their grief. But this also just made them: human. And I appreciate books that show humans as complicated, raw, emotional, and fragile creatures that we are. I want to read about real people and this book gets that!

Nerds! Nerds everywhere! There are so many Star Wars and Harry Potter references! There are puzzle obsessions, nerdom, triva nights, random dance parties, and altogether -- the cast was just very intelligent.

The romance was so adorable! I mean, it’s also severely messed up. But it switches from past to present and when Griffin/Theo were first an item: they are abso-freaking-lutely adorable. It gets messy and sad later on, of course, but the happy squish feels at the beginning were the best!

D I S L I K E S

Remember how I said the romance was "cute"??? It was also totally messed up. Look when you start the book you know a few things: (1) Theo is dead; (2) Griffin was very very in love with him; (3) but they'd broken up. So get there’s a lot of people hooking up out of grief which is a bad idea btw. Everyone gets hurt and damaged and it’s heartbreaking.

There’s also a sort of love triangle dynamic. I thought it was done differently and well, but it still had all the same ol’ love-triangle vibes that are very frustrating.

I also struggled with how Theo treated Griffin’s OCD. He basically reduced it to “quirks” and while that doesn’t mean the book condoned this (because I’m sure this is a thing that happens in real life) it was frustrating to read about and I wonder if it would’ve sent mixed messages to younger teens?

Basically HISTORY IS ALL YOU LEFT ME is a poignant and beautiful and heartbreaking story.

It deals very strongly with grief and there are no glitter and unicorns here. But it’s so well written and I was very invested in all the characters’ lives. It explored OCD very deeply. And I love the ending.

10/10 would be hurt and stabbed in the feels by a Silvera book again. <3